Ib By This Post By @webism. Sukuna's Version Got Me Thinking A Lot..

Thinking about that part of a relationship where you really begin to trust someone. Eddie’s head is on your lap, your fingers tracing the lines on his hand as he opens up to you, rambling on and on. He’s never had someone listen to him like this and before you know it hours have passed. Hours of learning new things about him. Listening carefully. Adoring every second of his dramatic facial expressions as he tells you his stories. Some filled with joy. Some filled with heartache. Some making your eyes pool with tears as he touches on parts of his childhood before Wayne. And then you see his eyes light up and his familiar grin appear as he begins to talk about his Uncle. And how much hell he’s given him throughout the years. You run your fingers through his curls as he continues to share his adventures with you. Hanging on to his every word, making him feel safe and loved and heard.

Idk I’m feeling SAPPY 😭

Friends to lovers fluff with Eddie

The sound of a gentle whoosh repeats over your ear like a loop, as Eddie delicately traces his fingertips along the side of your face, sweeping your hair back and forth, absentmindedly.

Nothing needs you right now, except for Eddie’s safe arms that hold you, as you lay snug against his chest.

The fan hums on a medium setting while you go between listening to your friend boyfriend’s heartbeat, and his low, smooth voice as he narrates the latest paperback that caught his eye.

His chin rests on your crown, until you move just enough to be able to throw him a glance, when his scruff kisses your forehead.

“‘it was at that last moment they finally let go-’ hm, what’re you doin’ sweetheart? You still comfy?” He asks peering down at you.

His reading glasses rest cutely on his face as he temporarily pauses his story telling to check on you.

“Mhm, I’m good baby,” you assure him with a kind smile. “Just lookin’ at my handsome man. You know, I didn’t get to tell you before, but one of my favorite things is your voice,” you inform him, sneaking an innocent hand underneath his t-shirt to gently run it up and down his soft hairy tummy.

“ ‘n your smile, your warmth. So many of my favorite things are you.” You shuffle up to plant a couple sweet kisses to his cheeks, watching as they go pink, “just wanted to tell you that.”

You settle back down, pulling the covers to your chin, as you nuzzle back against his chest, making sure he was also nice and covered.

“Eds? Gonna keep reading?”

“Yeah,” he clears his throat before bringing a hand to your jaw and leaving a kiss.

“ ‘s just…babe, you’re so fuckin’ special to me, you have no idea,” he whispers, “ ‘m the luckiest man to have had you as a friend, and now as my girl. I love you so fuckin’ much, baby.”

He eagerly searches beneath the covers and quickly finds your hand to hold, slotting his fingers through yours to give them a gentle squeeze.

“I do, Eddie. I love you so much.”

It's quiet, it’s cozy. It’s home.

Choso x reader<3 comforting Choso!

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“Choso?”

You’d been looking for your boyfriend for a while now. He hadnt answered any of your calls, and you were getting worried. He’d never missed a call from you, and if he had he’d called you back a minute later.

And now you were infront of his apartment, unlocking the door with the key he gave you. No response came when you call his name. And you take off your shoes, walking further into his home.

And then you hear it,

Muffled whimpers and cries coming from his bedroom. You take fast steps and open the door to the room, and when you walk in you dont see him at first. And then he sniffles.

You look down to see him sitting on the ground, hands on either side of his face as if to muffle out any loud noises.

And there are tears running down his handsome face.

“Choso…” you say softly and he looks up from his lap, and as if on cue he starts sobbing. You almost run to him, getting on your knees infront of him, careful not to touch him in case he doesnt want that.

Its always him taking care of you, him protecting you. Seeing him like this made your heart break.

“honey…whats wrong?” you speak to him quietly as hes still crying, trying to hide his face in his hands.

Suddenly He reaches out his arms and pull you into him, your form almost invisible now as he incases you in a hug, whimpering into your hair, spilling his tears. You reach up and stroke the top of his head softly, trying to calm him down.

You feel yourself start to cry too, from how much it hurts to see him like this. He senses it immediately and pulls his face away from your neck to look at you,

“no…” he says in hoarse voice, “m’ sorry…sorry dont cry my baby im…im fine,” he hiccups the words out, his breathing a little shaky.

You shake your head, “this isnt about me Choso…just…dont like seeing you sad,” you say in a small voice as he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“just…” he starts, “just miss my brothers,” he gets out before sobbing again.

You hug him tightly to you, carresing his back.

You sit there for a little while, you stroking his hair, and him crying into your neck, your shirt now wet with his tears. Hes almost calm now, his body has stopped trembling, and hes only sniffling a little.

“i know you miss them Choso…its okay” you tell him gently, “but you dont have to deal with it alone,” you stroke his cheek, whiping away the last of his tears.

“im here now…im here for you okay?”

He nods, “love you so much,” he says quietly, “i wanna get takeout for dinner…and watch a movie with you in my lap,” he kisses your forehead, “and you cant leave…not even to pee…or ill go with you,”

you giggle at him, hes adorable.

“promise me you’ll tell me next time you’re sad okay? i want to help…just like you always help me,” you kiss his lips softly.

“promise,” he says in a serious tone.

you kiss his face all over before speaking again, “ill call for some chinese food,”

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hes so cute im gonna jump.

this is very self indulgent i needed to write this so i wouldnt tweak too much about seeing him cry in the new Ep :’) i needed to hug him so bad.

Too little, too late

Sukuna will make you beg before helping you with things he’s obviously good at.

You’re playing Wii sport with your friends on a Saturday night at your and your boyfriend’s shared home, like you’re used to doing every week. After a round of baseball you and one of them are at a draw. Your friends decide to play with “the boyfriends” for the last round, choosing bowling as the last game.

You turn to Sukuna preparing yourself to convince him to play. He’s the absolute best at bowling, and everyone in the room knows it, but he’s also a stuck up bitch that never wants to play. He says that there’s no fun if everyone is so shit he doesn’t even have to try hard to win.

“Babe, please-“

“No.” He interrupts you.

“But-“

“Nah.”

“Why not?” You whine, putting your left hand on his bicep and shaking his arm. He takes a swig of the beer he’s holding with that arm, muscles bulging, looking down at you with his piercing maroon eyes.

“Because I said so,” he remarks.

“But I can’t play alone, and I’ll be last if I don’t play,” you pout.

“You’ll get over it,” he shrugs. You’re still holding his arm, and despite the way he’s portraying himself, he loves the physical contact you’re having. He’s possessive; if he could crumple you up and keep you in his pocket, he would.

“I hate you.”

“You know you don’t, baby,” he says smirking, finishing up his drink, still looking at you with both his real and tattooed eyes.

“Thought you didn’t want to date a loser,” you say, changing approach. You see a spark in his gaze. Bingo. But he’s not there yet.

“I’ll make an exception,” he continues.

“Oh, okay, I’ll just tell the others that the duo who owns this house will not be playing and therefore will be last,” you provoke him turning around and walking towards your friends.

He grabs your waist and slams your back on his strong chest. You try to hide your smile.

“You minx. If we don’t fucking win, you’re sleeping on the couch,” he whispers aggressively in your ear.

“Sir yes sir.”

That night you snuggle closer to him on your shared bed before falling asleep.

De-stressing. Eddie Munson x reader. Blurb. Fluff

☁️ Your laying on face down on Eddie’s chest. Burying your face in his body hair, inhaling all the faint scent of weed and his cologne. Your arm draped over him and up into his hair as you twiddle with his curls. Eddie’s nails trailing up your back, swirling over your freckles and dancing over the birthmark on your right side that’s somewhat shaped like a crescent moon. Eddie always said it matches his circular birth mark, something about you and him making a full moon together. “Feeling better now little love?” He whispers into your hair, you can feel his hot breath on your head as he speaks. You groan in response, not wanting to verbalise everything you feel right now. It’s much too hard to communicate how his nails on your skin feel like home and his general ‘Eddie-ness’ calms all of the anxiety that builds up in your body throughout the day. “I’ll take that as a yes” Eddie chuckles, you feel his belly rise up and down from his laughter, shaking you around slightly. You’ve always loved his laugh, it’s loud and care-free. His giggles are bubbly and joyous and you just wish you could listen to that sound all day long. Today was stressful and this princess treatment was exactly what you needed and Eddie knew that, he has some sixth boyfriend sense when it comes to your needs. Your eyelids feel heavier with every blink you take and you mentally thank yourself for washing your makeup off before snuggling up with Eds. “Off to bed, sleepyhead” Eddie speaks before kissing your temple and nuzzling his nose back into your hair. You grunt once more and let him tease your spine some more. This was definitely the way to de-stress. ☁️

i very much love the idea of steve with a shy! girlfriend because he is SUCH a caretaker and loves to look after her. i feel like he is also casually dominant in their relationship - he always has a protective hand on her, speaks for her when she’s overwhelmed, knows her triggers… and god forbid anyone say anything about his girl. i just think he would thrive in a relationship where he feels as though he is protecting her and serving a “greater purpose” does that make sense?

makes total sense, love! i’m painfully shy, so i get it.

steve is such a protective person, he loves so hard and he cares so much, so as soon as you met him you gravitated towards his dominant, caring nature… the way he’s almost parental, how perceptive he is to your feelings, how accepting of your shyness he is— he finds it endearing really!

so you become friends fast and fall for each other faster, and steve is always looking for ways to make your life easier and happier and brighter, to shower you with love and attention, and it flusters you so badly! steve loves how giggly you get when he’s extra sweet to you, trying to hide your pretty face from him, and he lives to see you smile. he’s so in love. fully believes you two are soulmates.

your stevie dotes on you and spoils you the way he knows you like and peppers kisses all over you and is so affectionate, doesn’t allow you to doubt your relationship or his love for you for even a second, he orders for you because he knows that’s something that gives you anxiety, he viciously defends you if someone is rude, he helps you get out of your shell as much as you’re comfy with, always tells you how proud he is of you and praises you. stevie is just so happy that he finally found his person, and that you love/spoil/adore/appreciate him just as much as he does you, that you praise him and hold him and love on him just as much as he does you. you’re his perfect match, his favorite person in the whole world, his angel. you two are definitely both touch starved for the other — you because you’ve perhaps never had romantic validation before given how shy and reserved and introverted you are, and steve because he’s never had someone that truly loves and appreciates him and isn’t using him to pass the time or for sex — so you’re both clingy and touchy and so unbelievably happy to be together, y’know? like you truly found your perfect match and there’s no fear of coming on too strong or of showing too much affection or being too needy, you’re both just right for each other.

oh! and everyone in town knows you’re steve’s girl and that he’s totally whipped for his girl, anyone interested in him is so jealous of you because steve only has eyes for you and let’s be honest he’s the perfect boyfriend blueprint to you.

steve finally receiving the love he deserves from his shy! gf and the two being so good and perfect for each other 😌

BatEddie!!

Hi! Could I request an Eddie X reader? Maybe something where he is playing with readers hair for the first time and learns that’s what puts reader to sleep really quickly?

Omg stop this is too cute. No warnings, just fluff ahead.

You had been at Eddie’s trailer for a few hours now, the both of you doing your own thing—him messing with his guitar, you flipping through an old magazine on his bed. It was comfortable, familiar. The kind of silence that didn’t need filling.

But then Eddie sighed dramatically, flopping onto the bed beside you, making the mattress bounce. “Babe, I’m bored.”

You raised a brow but didn’t look up from your page. “And that’s my problem because…?”

He let out a scoff, propping himself up on one elbow to stare at you like you’d just offended him. “Because you’re my girlfriend, and it is, in fact, your duty to entertain me.”

That made you roll your eyes, flipping another page just to be annoying. “I don’t remember signing up for that.”

Eddie gasped, pressing a hand over his chest. “Heartbreaking. Betrayal. I might not recover from this.” He let himself collapse fully onto the bed with an exaggerated groan. “At least let me hold you while I suffer.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “That sounds like a you problem, Munson.”

Eddie turned his head to look at you, his brown eyes soft but playful. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he coaxed, reaching for your arm, giving it a light tug. “Just for a little while.”

The thing was—you wanted to. You weren’t the most openly affectionate person, but there was something about Eddie that made you let your guard down. And right now, his warmth was ridiculously inviting.

So with a sigh that you exaggerated just to be difficult, you finally set the magazine aside and shifted closer, letting him pull you into his arms.

Eddie grinned victoriously, tucking you against his chest, his arms looping around you like he’d been waiting all day for this. “See? Much better.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight your own smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But I’m your ridiculous,” he pointed out, resting his chin on top of your head.

You huffed, but your body had already melted into his. He was warm, solid, the steady rise and fall of his chest soothing in a way you hadn’t expected. His fingers traced absent patterns along your back, and before you knew it, your eyes were growing heavier.

Eddie must’ve noticed because he chuckled, voice softer now. “Getting sleepy on me already?”

You wanted to argue, but you were too comfortable, too warm. You made a small noise in response, which only made him laugh again.

“Damn. I really am that good, huh?”

You elbowed him lightly, but he just pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Eddie wasn’t sure when he’d started doing it, but his fingers had absentmindedly found their way into your hair, twisting a strand around before dragging his fingertips through the length of it. And when he started doing that? There was nothing that could've stopped you from passing out.

It was a good few minutes of you being silent before Eddie glanced down, a smirk tugging at his lips when he realized why.

“Are you serious right now?” he muttered, but there was no bite to it. Just pure amusement.

Your head had lolled slightly to the side, your eyes shut, breath steady. You were out.

Eddie let out a soft laugh, his fingers pausing for a second before running gently through your hair again, testing the theory. Sure enough, you let out a barely-there hum and nestled closer, completely dead to the world.

“Well, that’s interesting,” he mused to himself. “Noted. Superpower unlocked.”

He could use this. Tuck it away for the next time you were stressed out of your mind over school or overthinking everything, which—let’s be real—happened a lot.

Eddie shook his head, grinning, still absentmindedly playing with your hair.

“Guess I’m stuck here now,” he muttered. “You owe me one, sleepyhead.”

Not that he minded.

Eddie adjusted slightly, careful not to jostle you too much, but his arms stayed firmly around you. If he was being honest, he kind of loved this—having you curled up against him, completely comfortable, like he was your safe place. Not that he’d ever say that out loud, at least not in a way that would make you roll your eyes at him.

The trailer was quiet aside from the occasional creak of the walls and the distant hum of the TV from the living room. Wayne must’ve gotten home at some point, but he hadn’t come knocking. He never did when you were here.

Eddie figured he should probably wake you up soon, maybe tease you about how easily you crashed, but instead, he just stayed put, his fingers still tracing slow, mindless patterns along your back.

Then, as if proving you were fully out, a soft sigh left your lips, followed by a barely audible murmur.

Eddie stilled, blinking down at you. “What was that?” he whispered, his grin widening.

Silence.

But then you did it again—something too quiet for him to catch entirely, but your lips moved slightly against his chest.

Eddie bit back a laugh, knowing he should just let you sleep, but… come on. This was golden.

Gently, he shifted his arm, nudging you just enough to see if you’d react.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice dripping with amusement. “You talkin’ in your sleep now?”

You didn’t answer, obviously, but when he leaned down a little, resting his cheek against the top of your head, he could hear your breathing shift—like some part of you knew he was talking to you, even in your sleep.

Eddie smirked. “Lemme guess. You were dreaming about me.”

Still nothing.

“You were probably telling me how madly in love with me you are, huh?”

There was a beat of silence, and then, in the softest, sleepiest voice, you mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, “Shut up, Munson.”

Eddie grinned so wide it almost hurt. “Busted,” he murmured. “You totally were.”

But he didn’t push it. Instead, he pressed another lazy kiss to your forehead and let his own eyes drift shut.

Yeah, he was definitely stuck here for a while.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

gn//f//m reader, fluff, established rl

sukuna who quietly takes up a hobby of pottery and slowly leaves his trinkets around his house :(

it starts small. a tiny figurine, barely the size of your thumb, placed on your nightstand without a word. it's your cat, belly perfectly round, little paws tucked in, an expression so accurately grumpy that you almost think it’s store-bought. but no, the slightly uneven texture and the faint grooves of fingers along its back give it away—this was handmade.

then come the plates. at first, just quarter plates for the both of you. then bigger ones. serving bowls. one day, a dish so enormous appears on the dining table that you stare at it in horror.

"who are we feeding, the entire neighborhood?"

"your fatass cat," sukuna grumbles, arms crossed, but the corners of his lips twitch. "he won’t eat out of anything else now." and sure enough, your cat is sitting beside it, looking absolutely smug, tail flicking as if to say, "finally, a bowl befitting my stature."

the jewelry tray appears next, a shallow ceramic dish with a slight tilt because, as he explains, he’s still "figuring out how to make the damn things symmetrical." you paint it gold and pink, his least favorite colors, just to be annoying. he doesn’t complain. "not bad," he mutters, picking it up to inspect. "at least it ain't neon green."

but it’s the ashtray that really gets you. shaped into a heart, of all things. you stare at it for a good minute before looking at him, one brow raised. "shut up," he says before you can even speak.

"i didn’t say anything."

"you were thinking it."

you paint the heart ashtray a gaudy red and put tiny, illegible gold lettering across the rim that just barely resembles the words kiss the chef. when he notices, he lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "you're real lucky i like you," he mutters, flicking ash into it without hesitation.

the funniest thing is how he never makes a fuss when you accidentally break one of his pieces. you nearly cry when you chip one of the quarter plates, apologizing profusely, but he only shrugs.

"eh, i’ll just make another one."

"but it took you weeks—"

"yeah, yeah, and i’ll do it again." he nudges your forehead with a clay-stained knuckle. "quit looking so guilty, brat. it just means i get to see you smile over a new one."

you do. every time. <3