Thinking About Going To A Carnival With Eddie.

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Being Sukuna’s girlfriend is not always easy. He’s the type to show his love rarely, but when he does, it’s aggressive, to say the least.

You’ll often wake up with his large hand wrapped around your neck, his warm fingers just long enough to reach around your entire throat. At first, it was startling—a demon man you just started dating who shows basically no affection is choking you in your sleep? Was he trying to kill you and just got tired half way through??

All of your questions cease although, the moment you find out why he does this. You decided to pretend to be asleep one night as you were lying in his royal chambers, covered in love bites from moments before when he decided to suckle and nip at your skin—another strange way he shows his love for you. Your eyes flutter shut as soon as you hear him walk out of the bathroom, knowing he’s just finished brushing his teeth and is now ready for bed.

The mattress dips when he lies down next to you, inches away at first, but when you feel his large frame hover over your face to make sure you’re asleep, he moves right up against your back. You’re surprised to feel one of his muscular arms wrap tightly around your waist, the other reaching under your head so that you’re essentially using him as a pillow. His chest rumbles lowly when his hand moves below your chin, fingers carefully wrapping around your throat as usual.

You’re waiting for a squeeze, the tip of one of his nails jutting into your skin, or even a few harsh words in your ear. But all you feel next is his fingers tightening slowly, the tip of his index hovering just above your pulse point, before pressing into your soft, pliant skin. You feel your heart race against the pad of his finger, then another rumble from his chest against your back.

“Mine,” he whispers gently, before running his thumb over the soft edge of your jawline. He then presses one last kiss to the top of your head before lying his head down and closing his eyes.

Let’s just say, you never question his weird, sometimes animalistic, possession over you; because in reality, he’s just a big guy who doesn’t know how to express his unyielding love for you.

It’s givinggggggg tiger!sukuna. Should I…explore the waters of that concept more? I probably will despite the reaction to this💪🏻🫡

Idk if your requests are open rn but i have a binge eating disorder / i eat when im stressed or depressed and was wondering if you could write a fic of eddie supporting the reader through that

You dont have to write the ED part but maybe eddie just being supportive and proud of me because (excluding multiple relapses) ive been trying to make meal plans and eat healthy n learn about balanced diets (no one taught me how to eat healthy growing up so im doing this blind)

But I lost 28 lbs (2 stone)! Im also planning on going to the gym more and getting a routine to gain muscle so maybe eddie gets all blushy because im getting stronk 💪💪😏

my requests aren't open but i'm a people pleaser who can't seem to say no so here we go, i hope you like bb 🤍 ps: i'm super proud of you!! you're doing amazing and i wish you well on your recovery journey 🫂

warnings: fem!reader, reader struggles with food but no details, eating, fluff, eddie being the greatest bf with the dirtiest mind

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browsing through the aisles of the supermarket with eddie pushing the shopping cart while store music is playing faintly in the distance has became one of your favourite activities for your tuesday date night.

it’s more of a date day really.

“should we try this granola? it’s a berry mix.”

“oh yeah. the last one tasted like ashes.” eddie snorts then tosses it in the cart.

ever since you started meal planning, eddie’s made it a weekly tradition for the two of you to go grocery shopping. you told him that it’s fine, you can do it by yourself and his response was slapping a hand to his heart “you want to go grocery shopping..” dramatic gasp that could win him an oscar, “without me?” then he fell to the ground as if he died from your cruel betrayal.

your trips to the supermarket weren’t just for shopping. it was a whole event.

he makes the two of you smoothies from whatever fruit or veggies you had leftover in the fridge from your last shopping trip and he gets all dressed up in his fanciest grey tracksuit pants and band tshirt.

after you’ve gathered everything you needed from the list, and some other stuff you definitely didn’t need but eddie insisted otherwise like the energy drinks that supposedly taste like guava fruit, he doesn’t even know what guava is, and a whole coconut which he outrightly refused to tell you what he’s gonna use it for or if he even knows how to crack it open. we need a coconut, that was his simple explanation when he put it in the shopping cart.

you then went to a small ice cream place that the two of you found a few weeks ago while walking back from your hike. you’ve been loyal customers since, frequenting it every week, you’ve even met the manger, a sweet lady in her late 50’s, eddie asked her if having her own ice cream shop was a cream come true then told her she’s his ice queen before he asked her to sign an empty ice cream cup. it still sits on your counter.

sitting at your usual table by the window, you order the same ice cream as you always does which perplexes eddie who’s going through the entire menu one visit at a time. he thinks it’s insane that you have a favourite ice cream when you haven’t tried everything. "what if your favourite ice cream is the one you haven’t even tried yet? what if you’ll never try it because you always get the same thing?" he says every time as if he doesn’t know that you’ll eat from his so you are trying new things.

“baby?”

“hmm?”

“i almost popped a boner when we were in the bread section.” he says nonchalantly through his mouthful of ice cream.

“eddie!” you glare at him and look around making sure nobody heard and sigh of relief when you see everyone is busy in their own conversations and desserts.

“what? a man can’t make a cone-fession anymore?” he smirks, making you roll your eyes. “i’m serious though, when i saw you bend over and lift these two rice bags at the same time..” he whistles, “your ass looked so good i nearly creamed my pants and seeing you hold that baguette was my last straw.”

you scowl at his again and he mockingly gives you the same look back as if saying what?!, “i’m just saying.. you’re getting really strong and it’s hot.” he says genuinely, “your muscles baby.. offf”

despite his silliness, you can’t help the smile on your face, you’ve been working really hard to get your body to the shape and strength it has today and a lot of the times you feel like your efforts are so miminal they’ve gone unnoticed but he noticed. he always notices, “eat your ice cream before it melts.”

“i’m proud of you.” he says, one of his hands reaching towards yours and engulfing it, “truly proud of you sweetheart. you’ve been doing really good and you’ve come so far.”

“i’ve relapsed multiple times.” you say in a hushed tone, the mean voices in your head trying to downplay your progress but eddie won’t let that happen.

“and you’ve bounced back every time!” he uttered in protest. “that’s determination baby, that’s strength.” his thumb moves back and forth on your knuckles soothingly. “you’re choosing to get better every time despite the relapses and that’s what matters.”

he brings your hand to his lips and places a tender kiss on it, “choosing is the hardest part and each time you relapsed, you chose to recover again and i’m proud of you more every time you make that choice.” his smile is sincere and it makes your heart flutter.

hearing him acknowledge, appreciate and encourage you like that keeps you going. he’s been with you through every step of this journey and you know he’ll stay with you. “you’re making me get all soft.”

he chuckles, amused. “see! the puns just make themselves.”

you laugh, “i love you teddy, thank you for sticking with me through this.”

“of course i’ll stick with you, we’re mint to be together.” he smiles devilishly and feeds you a spoonful of his ice cream. “i love you waffle lot sweetheart.” he watches you eat it and his heart beats with pure admiration for you. “hey you’ve got a little something..” he points at his lips then pushes your hand away when you try to wipe your own, “no no let me.” he gets up to get his lips on yours, kissing you ever so gently, letting his tongue brush over your upper then your lower lip before he pulls away.

“there wasn’t anything, was there?”

“nope just wanted to kiss you.”

softie.

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You climb into bed, Sukuna’s large body sinking into the space next to you.

You curl into his broad chest, making yourself comfortable. His four arms hold you tight against him, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth.

“Good night, Kuna~” you coo, snuggling closer into his embrace.

“Good night, brat.” he mumbles, nuzzling his face into your hair. He waits expectantly, growing slightly irritated at your silence.

“Hey...” he frowns, squeezing you tight—your soft snores making him more frustrated.

How did he get stuck with such a disrespectful human?

He shook you gently.

“Wake. Up.” His voice low and commanding, with a hint of impatience.

Your eyes flutter open from the rocking motion, you look up at your boyfriend confused.

“What happened?” You question, eliciting an eye roll and dramatic huff from the larger man.

“You did not give me a proper good night.” He mumbles, gaze not meeting yours. Your eyebrow quirks up in confusion.

“I said good night… oh!” You reach up to peck his cheek, he grunts in response. “Sorry—“

“No.” He sneers, tightening his grip on you. “You are forgetting something else.”

“Say good night… correctly.” You can almost make out a pout forming on his lips. Your eyes widen in realization, a grin spreading across your face.

“The hell’s wrong with your face—“

“Good night Kuna.. I Love You.”

He grunts, the tension in his body easing slightly, loosening his grip on you as he takes a deep breath.

“Do not forget again.”

can you write one for Eddie where reader is usually all sunshine and rainbows, but her facade begins to crack and he realizes just how bad her depression is so he comfort her and just helps her do the little things like basic hygiene?

i was supposed to write for my eddie series today but i couldn't let this go and it reminded me of much i love writing requests <3 i hope you like this bb 🫂

warnings: fem!reader, reader struggles with depressed but no details, hurt/comfort, eddie being the bf we all deserve

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when eddie first met you, he was at the lowest point of his life. trapped inside the four dark walls of his mind with seemingly no way out and eventually he stopped looking for an escape. he accepted his fate and got comfortable in his somber solitude. too exhausted to keep on searching for the door’s knob that could get him out.

it wasn’t until you came in that he noticed there were cracks in the walls. he only saw them because your light broke through in a cervice and beamed inside, illuminating the familiar gloom in which he existed.

it was harsh at first. too much light had put him at such unease since he had grown used to the darkness but you were gentle and you were patient. you didn’t barge in, demanding for him to come out and let you burn his eyes with shine. you waited for him to tear the walls he built down by himself, one by one, brick by brick until the both of you were standing on the same side. having your moment underneath the warm sun, except his sunshine was different than yours.

his sunshine was a person.

that’s why he called you ray.

also because he felt like 'sunny' was too on the nose, even for him.

for eight months into your relationship, you’ve seen each other almost everyday. no how hectic and different your schedules get, you always made time for each other. at least for a five minute phone call at the end of the night.

two days in a row, you haven’t picked up the phone and eddie was going crazy but he didn’t want to pressure you, didn’t want to be overbearing. he wanted to give you space, be a cool boyfriend, not too 'overly clingy' as his friends once called him. he tried to be patient. truly did, but by the third day he couldn’t take your radio silence anymore so he showed up to your place.

loud knocks at the door woke you up from your half-sleep, half-closing-my-eyes-to-make-the-world-go-away state that you’ve been in for the last three days.

removing the blanket off your body felt like a chore and the bones of your spine cracked one by one as you sat up on the couch. your bed long abandoned in your room, it became too uncomfortable to sleep in with all the crumbs in it.

sighing, you brought yourself up to your feet and made your way to the door, not even bothering to ask who’s behind it before opening it.

if it’s a serial killer.. well, at least they were nice enough to knock before murdering you.

you wished it was a serial killer when you saw who’s behind the door.

“hi eds.” you fake a smile, trying to make it look as genuine as possible, hoping the dread of him seeing you like this is hidden behind your teeth.

“what’s wrong? where have you been?” he asks, his eyes scanning you up and down, taking in the state of you.

“nothing i’m fine, i’m sorry i haven’t been answering your calls. i’ve been..” fake cough, “sick.” his hands fly to your face, touching your cheeks and forehead to check your temperature and it feels normal. “i’m better now!” you lie again but he doesn’t buy it.

frowning, “let me in.” he says.

you look besides you at the disarray of your apartment hidden behind the door, shame creeps into you at how you’ve let the place get like this. “the place is a mess and i don’t want you to get sick t..” you don’t get to finish your sentence behind he waltz in, “eddie!”

“jesus christ..” he utters as he takes in the state of the living room. the stacks of pillows and blankets on the couch, the empty packets of snacks on the floor, all of the mugs and cups from your kitchen lined up on the coffee table with dried god knows what liquid inside them but nothing catches his attention like your curtains.

they’re shut.

you never shut your curtains.

he vividly remembers you telling him that you love having your curtains and windows open, that you love the breeze that comes in and the natural light.

“i told you, it’s a mess.” you say sheepishly, crossing your arms over your chest after you shut the door.

eddie’s eyes fall upon you in your pajama pants and the tshirt you stole from his closet a few weeks ago, “baby..” his voice is soft, he tries to mirror the way you used to be with him when he was the one with the shut curtains. he knows what it’s like to be in your state but this is his first time being in your shoes, “how long has this been going on?”

giving up on keeping the façade up in front of him, you sit down on the couch where you were laying minutes ago. “always.” your eyes don’t meet his, instead you focus on playing with your fingernails, “i’m usually good at keeping things at bay, shoving it down and pretending all is good and happy and life is all rainbows and sparkles but i’ve been kind of all over the place lately.” you gesture to the mess in the living room with your head.

eddie takes careful steps towards you, sitting on his knees by your legs, his hands find yours and he holds them tenderly rubbing his thumb on your knuckles. “why didn’t you talk to me?”

“i didn’t want to disappoint you.” you say, your voice low. “i know you think of me as your light and i was scared that if you saw me like this, you’d retrogress and you’ve been doing so good eds, i couldn’t burden you with this.” his heart shatters at your words. always selfless, always giving. even at your worst, you thought of him first. “it’s stupid anyway, i’ll get my shit together. i always do, i just need some time.”

“was i a burden to you?” eddie asks and your eyes finally meet his, widened and in disbelief.

“what? no eddie never.” you tell him truthfully.

“then what makes you think you’d be a burden to me?”

you frown, you see his point but still. “i just thought.. you have so much on your plate already.”

“and so did you when you came into my life.”

“it’s different!”

“how is it different?” he says with no judgment in his voice. he just wants to know where your mind is at.

biting your lip, you answer, “i wanted to be there for you. i wanted to help in anyway you’d let me. i wanted to do that then.”

“and i want to do it now.” he says delicately. “i want to be here for you.” he brings your hands to his lips and plants soft kisses on each one of them. “i want you to let me be here with you.”

“baby.. i love you.” his honeyed eyes peer into yours with undeniable sincerity and you mumble, ‘i love you too.’ before he continues, “i’m not gonna force you to get better this second or hold you and scream ‘life is good just take a look around!’ in your face. i’m not gonna make you a therapy appointment first thing in the morning and i’m not gonna force pills down your throat like some kind of a crazy maniac doctor.” he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood and his heart flutters when he sees a glimpse of a smile on your face.

“but i’m not gonna let you go through this by yourself.” he shake his head, “so don’t waste your energy trying to get rid of me because i’m one stubborn hell of a bitch and it’s not gonna happen.” you pull your hand from his grasp to wipe a tear, you don’t even know why you’re crying but these days you don’t seem to know a lot of things. “come here.” he pulls you down into his lap and wraps his arms around you, holding you tight and secure in his embrace.

you let yourself sob on his shoulder for a few seconds, “i stink.”

“you smell better than i do after a day at the autoshop.” he jokes and you laugh through your cries, wetting his shirt, both the one he’s wearing and the one you’re wearing. “i want you to ask me for help. i want to help you however you’d let me. i want to be here.” he says, kissing your shoulder, “you’re not a burden. you’re my baby, you’re my sunlight.”

“even now?” your voice is tired, almost as tired as your soul.

“especially now.” he says, no hesitation in his tone. “will you let me be here for you, ray?” you nod, resting your head against his chest. his heartbeats calm your precarious mind, putting an end to the constant flow of vitriolic thoughts. “i love you.”

you stayed like that for what feels like hours. eddie holding and running a soothing hand up and down your body while you breathed him in, taking in his presence and his words.

“eds?” you whisper his nickname and he immediately grants you his undivided attention.

“umm?”

“do you mind helping me shower?”

a smile is drawn on his face, this is progress, he thinks as he says, “not at all. come on.”

he helps you up and walks with you to the bathroom then he pulls his shirt and jeans off his body, staying in just his boxers before helping you strip your own clothes off.

you feel comfortable standing naked in front of him, he makes you feel safe enough to be vulnerable.

he turns the tap on and makes sure the water is more warm than cold before instructing you to stand underneath it.

the water feels good on your skin, you missed having it engulfing you like this.

he sees you reaching for the soap and your washcloth, “hey hey, let me.” taking them off your hands, he makes a foam and start washing your body for you. all the way from your shoulders and underneath your arms and boobs, down your back before he squats down to wash your legs, you blush as he carefully cleans between your thighs, his eyes squinted and his tongue is peeking out in concentration. he looks adorable.

“all done. now turn around for me please.” he says as he gets the shampoo and pours some into his hand before gently shampooing your hair, detangling it and rubbing your scalp with his fingers.

“feels good?”

you moan as a response and he giggles, “close your eyes, lean back.” you do as he asks, “yeah just like that.” he keeps massaging your head for much longer than necessary but you don’t mind it, it feels nice to be taken care of like that.

finally, he washes your face and once the water starts to get chilly, he pulls you out of the shower and into your bathrobe, “i love you eds.” you tell him, standing at the sink in front of the mirror while he puts toothpaste on your toothbrush.

he smiles, “open up.” you open and let him brush your teeth for you, “i love you too, now spit.”

“this is the first time you tell me to spit.” you joke as you’re foaming at the mouth, literally.

he laughs and slaps your butt on his way out of the bathroom, “come on ray, let’s get you dressed and get some real food, i’m starving.”

you take a second to stare at yourself in the mirror. you’re starting to recognize yourself a little more. still not to the point where you can comfortably say this is who i am and i like who i am but...

“umm ray, i think there's a decapitated cockroach in one of the cups…” eddie yells from your living room, you can hear him picking up the trash and tidying up the space. “nevermind! it’s just boba!”

... you know that one day, guided by the cracks of sunlight beaming from your silly boy, you’ll get there and he’ll be right there with you.

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Eddie hugging himself because he doesn’t know what affection feels like.

until he meets you, who is so goddamn clingy when you hug him that he nicknames you “my little sloth”.

on the softer side, choso's just touchy.

he yearns for you. every moment he cant have your hand in his, his head in your lap, or envelop you in his large arms for a hug he frowns. the cutest pout on his lips.

he's honestly kind of cat-like with it.

he'll often find you, reading, working on your laptop, anything really and he'll find a way to touch you or to be touched by you. pulling you into his lap, hugging his face into your back, feeling your warmth seep into him, grunting his approval softly.

he'll request you wash or style his hair for time to time, swears that its better when you do it but its just so he can sit close to you, feel your fingers massage the conditioner into his scalp, the brush of your fingers as you comb through the loose waves to put them up in their signature ponytails.

all he'll say is missed you. in a low hum, heart warming with comfort when your scent reached his nose, your fingers scratching along his scalp and your soft skin touching his.

he'll take your hands and place them on his chest, his stomach, or he'll hold it up towards his face, a chaste kiss to your wrist before just holding your hand to his cheek.

or he'll call your name and purse his lips, knowing your press yours to his.

and he just feels so much in his heart, in his soul towards you, that he can't stop once your lips are on his. first it's peck after peck, then longer, deeper, then he's kissing you like you've been gone for months, like he'll die if he pulls away, until he sufficently stole the air from both of your lungs, and your left panting afterwards.

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"That could be us," Joseph sighed and stared longingly at another couple, as they rested their heads on each other and talked as if nothing else mattered in that moment, except each other.

"That is us." You deadpanned from your seat next to your boyfriend, with your head on his shoulder.

"Oh, yeah—"

suguru’s “are you the strongest because you’re gojo satoru or are you gojo satoru because you’re the strongest?” really hits you when you come to terms with the fact that satoru is nothing but a tool for jujutsu society — even in death. suguru will always be the only one who questioned it, who saw satoru as more than “the strongest sorcerer” because he was his best friend first and foremost :)

Mid-shower meta thoughts. Also inspo from @bettyfrommars and @jo-harrington

“Why aren’t you real?”

You had no other word to describe how you were feeling tonight other than something close to grief.

And a whole lot of yearning.

He tilts his head toward you, flashing that dimple inducing smile.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart.”

You know I’m real.

Only as real as your mind could conjure up. He’s lounging on the floor in his usual black jeans, legs spread wide, and toes wiggling. A cutoff band tee sits on his chest, riding up slightly, showing off the light dusting of hair above his jeans.

“I just wish you were really here, ya know.”

I wish I could hug you sometimes.

His eyes soften with those words, mirroring the look you know is written on your face.

“I know.”

Ow

“Hey,” Eddie giggles as he watches you nuzzle the softness of his belly near his hip, rubbing your nose back and forth along the warm skin exposed from the band tee turned sleep shirt riding up his torso, faded scars on display.

You hum, peppering kisses to every inch of skin you can reach, breathing the comforting scent of Eddie in as you melt further into him.

Warm, woodsy, vanilla. Him.

Another nip to his hip sends him squirming with a breathy chuckle, every touch tickling him more.

Sweetheart

“Could eat you right up, baby,” you sigh, pressing one last kiss to his belly and wrapping your arms around him.

Your eyes close as you run your fingers along his side, listening to his gentle breaths as they begin to even out, signaling he’s already drifting off to sleep with such ease.

Wrapped in the arms of a lover