#i just want to sleep properly I want to wake up and feel rested and better for it but now I'm just going to feel exhausted again wahey

[myslutwritings]

Hi, i was wondering how the uppermoons react to the reader aka the love of their life crying herself to sleep after a huge argument, like they walk into their shared bedroom to find the reader laying on the bed with tear stained cheeks flushed face mouth slightly open, i know i know it's way too angst-y but i love being comforted when i cry and i am a cry baby so... Pretty please🥺

wowie😂 y’all seem to dig the crybaby reader headcanons so here’s some angst my lovelies!!

➤ Uppermoons comforting reader after an argument.

pairing/featuring: crybaby!reader x the three uppermoons! content warning: lots of angst, douma has emotions, OOC!uppermoons, semi-nsfw, smaller reader, size difference, crybaby!reader.

— note: sorry if this comes off as cheesy! this is pure fluff headcanons for those who are sad and find comfort in our three lovely demons! so i wanted to go all out😅 so the uppermoons aren’t going to be THAT in character. [not proof read btw]

KOKUSHIBO <3

Kokushibo (the uppermoon one) and you got into one extremely heated and serious argument that day..

Is argument even the right word at this rate? more like a fight.

Like so bad you guys were screaming at each other the same way toxic parents who weren’t ever in love would fight. 🥲

The fight was so severe to the point where kokushibo just upped and left you alone for hours. He didn’t desire to fight that night and was exhausted from your constant screaming.

However..

Returns later that night to apologize since the fight was his fault only to find you crying in y’all’s shared bedroom..

Gods.. what has he done?!

Okay now he feels even worse. this is going to be troublesome considering he already has a hard time being intimate and expressing his feelings.

After all, koku here is very avoidant. but he’s not trying to be.

You immediately stop crying once you feel his presence. How long has he been standing there?

you want to tell to go away

you want to tell him you hate him (you don’t)

you want to say you love him

you want to say so many things

But nothing comes out.. you just can’t speak properly due to the utter anguish you’re in over the fight..

you’ve always been the biggest crybaby, a sensitive soul.

Kokushibo has always reassured you that he loved that about you. as if you’re the purest and most beautiful flower. an angel sent from the gods themselves.

Finally, you muster up the courage to speak

But right before you blurt out anything Kokushibo gathers you up on his arms and cradles you on his lap.

The gesture makes you eyes water more and you just end up sobbing into his shoulder muttering: “i’m sorry” over and over again.

some phrases you’ll hear from Kokushibo while crying are;

“i’m deeply sorry, my love. my intention was to never make you shed this many tears. That’s the last thing i want to do..”

“Please, no more tears, my dearest petal. I can’t stand witnessing you in such a state of misery. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone.. it’s my fault and i should’ve tried to communicate with you instead of leaving you alone like that.. you’re my one and only and i’ll never do something this foolish ever again.”

Koku isn’t the very best at communication nor is he the talking type but when it comes to you he’ll go out of his way to talk to you all night long until you feel better! <3

The both of you end up cuddling all night.

He plays with your soft hair and keeps an eye on you as you rest.

Even if you fall sleep he still won’t leave. He’s going to hold you in his protective embrace while you sleep me until you wake.

DOUMA <3

Oh my! his poor sweet lotus crying to themselves after an argument? now, this won’t stand..

Now let’s skip the part where he feels emotions for you.

Anyway-

Douma is not really an argumentative kind of guy..

i mean, sure, he’ll joke around with lord-akaza but that’s all for great fun! :D

And lets not forget the numerous times muzan has chastised him or when he had to listen to his long-rants about how worthless he and his superiors are for not being able to seek out the blue spider lily.

So, when you two break out into an argument.. he doesn’t yell back. he kinda disregards your feelings and accuses you of being silly and just teases you for it.

I mean, you are being over-dramatic, right?

Honestly, he’s not used to it when you yell and break down afterwards..

Douma’s never seen you so upset before! :(

Okay, he may know how to ‘comfort’ people but we all know that’s a façade.

Deadass doesn’t know what to do. it’s different because with you he actually cares (more than you know.)

Is torn between giving you space and just forcing you into his embrace and babying you until you stop crying like how he does with his disciples.

Douma is clingy. he’s always been very clingy and touchy. this rainbow-eyed man is glued to you 24/7. 🥹

As predicted, his clingyness gets the better of him and he follows you like a lost puppy once you runaway in tears.

He didn’t mean for this to happen nor to make you so upset.

You’re crying on your futon and he stands there for a good second witnessing you in distress. he’s still feeling hesitant.

He isn’t used to these emotions bubbling up into his gut right now.. and doesn’t like it one bit! he needs it to vanish as fast as possible.

Douma ignores your protests while he gathers you up into his strong arms and lays you across his lap bridal-style.

Kisses your tears away and gives you love bites since he has a habit of doing that. usually it makes you giggle when he does that but this time you only recoil from his touch.

“Aw, don’t pull away from me!”

**cue the pouting**

Douma will legitimately comfort you this time instead of putting on that act he does with his followers.

Some phrases you’ll hear from douma are:

“Hush now, my darling! it’ll be okay! i- i didn’t mean to upset you, honest! i can’t let you go.. i can’t leave you alone when you’re crying like this..”

“Hey, hey! shh.. it’s okay sweetie! i’m here for you! let’s wipe those tears off your pretty face, hm? oh, you’re beautiful no matter what even if you’re crying but i would much rather you smile for me! can you do that for me, dear?~”

“I love you so much, [name]! I promise i didn’t mean to make you upset.. it won’t happen again! please just try to communicate with me more so we won’t fight like this again!Of course i’ll do the same in return.. these emotions i felt today were something i never want to experience gain!”

Much like kokushibo. Douma isn’t the best communicator either.

Sure, the man may be a yapping machine but it takes him a hot minute to realize his wrong-doings and talk it out with you!

By the way he’ll probably tease you after this night so be prepared.

Probably would initiate sex to make you relax since you’re so damn tense but will understand if you decline. 

AKAZA <3

Good lord, he’s the MOST emotional and sympathetic out of everyone.

Akaza tends to yell a lot, he suffers from anger issues and can be passive aggressive so it’s quite easy to get him riled up.

This fight in particular was worse than usual.

Like wayyyy worse.

Akaza actually hates, hates, HATES, HATES, fighting with you.

So he’s on the verge of tears himself and angry with himself for being so weak to argue with you back instead of being the bigger and stronger person in this situation.

More importantly, he made you cry, he’s most disappointed in himself for that.

Akaza isn’t too clingy, on very rare occasions he is though.

Akaza has attachmemt issues but doesn’t show it that often (that’s my headcanon for him)

So bro’s attachment issues are literally SPIRALING in this moment.

Calls out for you when you runaway but you don’t turn back and that’s what he knows he’s fucked up.

Will do ANYTHING to make you forgive him and to stop crying.

Wants to respect you but he knows he’ll go apeshit if he leaves you alone so he takes a hot minute before running after you.

He’ll knock on your door. f you don’t answer he’ll just waltz right in like he owns the place.

Starts yapping as soon as the door swings open.

Poor thing, he’s flipping out. 😭

“Baby!! please don’t cry!! shit.. i’m sorry!”

You look at him

Is he.. tearing up?

You feel guilty for overwhelming him but you’re also still mad at him.. you can’t bring yourself to apply him with the reassurance and comfort he craves in that moment even though you want to..

Akaza will get more needy if you ignore him and crawl into bed with you to spoon you from behind. His hands swiftly snake around your waist and you feel your back flush against his bare chest as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

He’s mumbling “i’m sorry, pretty girl..” under his shuddering breath.

He is NOT letting you go until morning.

Akaza will pepper feather-like kisses upon your neck from behind and squeeze your waist while whispering comforting words into your ear.

He’s really not letting you go until you forgive him. 😞

Phrases you’ll hear from Akaza after an argument:

“Come here, honey.. i’m really sorry. believe me, i didn’t mean anything i said. i was a damn idiot!”

“Sweetheart, i love you so so much it hurts.. you mean the fucking world to me! i would kill for you, i would even die for you.. you bring out this special part of me in which i feel like myself.. only YOU have the power to do that. i would never leave you or let anything bad happen to you, honest!”

He embraces you and will probably end up turning you around so you can face him.

he appreciates it when you look into his eyes when he’s talking to you about something important.

You making eye-contact with him sends him onto cloud nine 😩

Akaza just wants to see your pretty face! 💗💗

Even if you take your time forgiving Akaza he will understand and never love you any less.

[batsinurbelfrey]

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[anothermonikan]

Would it have hurt less if at the end of everything I was lowered into those rose bushes, to my bloody painful end, I miss her everyday, would it have been different.

[vampcubus]

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui & wives, poly obamitsu, tanjiro kamado, inosuke hashibira, zenitsu agatsuma.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : sfw, gn!reader, big spoon coded reader cus i said so, wholesome fluff, cuddling n snuggling, polyamory (tengen & obamitsu's parts), kamaboko trio aged up as per usual.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

— A teddy bear in the shape of a man and enthusiastic to be used as one! As a Hashira, Kyojuro is often kept away for days and weeks at a time, so he makes the most of every moment you spend together.

— Kyojuro's not happy unless he's got his arms full of his favorite person, so you can expect him to seek you out the moment he arrives home.

— If you’re a civilian and he finds you in the kitchen, he’ll drape himself over you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck and lavishing it with smiling kisses, rugged hands settling on your hips.

— Kyojuro wants to be cuddled to sleep and truly can’t bear to be parted from you, no matter how swelteringly hot it gets in the summer months. And if he has obligations, he tries to wake up a little early so he can have a few minutes of cuddle time with you before he’s whisked away. You don’t even have to be awake for it, he just wants to hold you for a little while <3

— He started out as a big spoon but converted into a little spoon when he discovered what it felt like to be properly held. He’s no more content than he is when he’s got his back pressed to your chest and you’ve curled yourself around his broad frame. 

— He likes it best when you rub his belly when his eyes are too big for his stomach, always easing a bit of the discomfort <3

— Kyojuro is comfy to lay on, with two perfect pillows for you to rest your head on (his pecs <3). His muscles are quite soft when relaxed, and the way his heart stutters when your cheek rests on it is so cute.

— Kyojuro feels safe in your presence so he’s very prone to falling asleep on your shoulder or with his head in your lap. With his workload and inconsistent sleep schedule, he’s often a cuddle session away from nodding off. Particularly so when you start playing with his flaxen hair, it’s like his off-switch 🤭

— He’s a bit of an oversized lapdog and’ll climb into your lap every chance he gets. As far as he’s concerned, that’s his seat. It looks funny to outsiders if he’s bigger than you, but he hardly cares, all too eager to get all comfy in your lap and tell you about his day.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 & 𝐖𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

— Big, tough man too cool to cuddle? No sir. Tengen is a touchy lover and raises a brow when you try to sit anywhere other than his lap, like why aren't you in your assigned seat? 🤨

— Pulls you flush against his side every chance he gets, wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulders. You often get a companion wet kiss to the cheek to boot just to see you scrunch your face up and wipe his spit off your cheek >:(

— His wives are just like him– Suma especially who practically hangs off of you with those big doe eyes, clinging onto your arm during outings as a group. Between Tengen and Suma, your hands will never be lonely and you'll certainly never be cold. Those two are space heaters and can't keep their hands off their partners to save their lives.

— Makio is easily flustered by affection but ultimately craves it, even if getting her to admit it is like pulling teeth. A hopeless romantic at heart <3 She’s a big spoon and overheats easily, so she prefers to linger on the edges of the cuddle piles. She’ll smack your thigh if you move around too much with an annoyed grumble. She can be such a meanie sometimes 😔

— Hinatsuru doesn’t mind holding or being held, she just wants to be close to you. Though generally more soft-spoken than Makio, Tengen, and Suma, her affectionate touch translates her love for her partners so clearly. Often rubs soothing circles over your back, rests a comforting hand on your arm, and pets your hair while you cuddle.

— Tengen likes to talk when you cuddle, prattling on about his or your day while rubbing your side or back mindlessly. Most times, he talks you to sleep or vice versa, considering what a busy guy he is before retirement. Sometimes you’ll get caught up in deep conversations about your past lives, silly theories, or ping-pong flirtatious banter until you can barely keep your eyes open.

— Tengen likes it most when you and the wives crawl right on top of him, all to eager to be living furniture for his beautiful spouses while you all gossip and giggle to each other.

𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 & 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈

— Dare I say the clingiest partners ever?

— Obanai hesitates where as Mitsuri openly throws herself into your arms at every opportunity. Just be patient and take things slow and he'll follow Mitsuri's example. It’s a subtle shift, maybe he leans his head on your shoulder to test the waters, unable to meet your eyes. He melts if you wrap an arm around his shoulders and rub his arm, eyelids drooping as he relaxes further against you.

— Mitsuri is a cuddle bug in every sense of the word, like a tiny, purring kitty rubbing its body against your legs when you come near. You swear she chirps like one too, especially when her affections are met with a head pat or tender kiss.

— Obanai won’t say it, but he likes it when he’s in the middle, tucked safely between his two favorite people. The three of you spend many long hours this way, just relaxing in each other's embrace before your obligations call you away from the cuddle puddle– with no shortage of complaints from your lovers (Obanai’s longing wistful look as you go is just as painful as Mitsuri’s whines)

— Their clinginess only worsens as your relationship progresses, I’m afraid 💀 Obanai has a death grip comparable to a boa constrictor, especially when he’s in a deep sleep.

— I have a vivid image in my mind of Mitsuri having to use her insane strength to pry his arms off of you and scooch herself in your place so you can pee in the middle of the night, barely able to stifle her giggles. (Obanai is very much this meme)

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— Touch starved but doesn’t know it, and is also unintentionally touchy. Until he isn’t. Until his touches seem all too intentional, never without meaning.

— Cuddling with you is one of his favorite activities and he’ll even schedule official cuddle time if you let him, so you never go without the comfort of one another’s arms for long. He’ll even decline plans if it’s the wrong time of day…

“Sorry, I’d love to, but it’s almost four and I always cuddle with my partner around that time.”

— And no it’s not negotiable. What if he was late, or missed it and hurt your feelings? No no, he’s far too considerate for that.

— Besides, he misses cuddle time the most when he’s out in the field, miles away from your warm embrace. You can tell he’s missing you in the letters he sends home, commenting about how it “ sure is cold out here,” though the longer he goes without the less subtle he is, rephrasing how he misses you in every paragraph. Can you really blame him? He truly adores you so it’s hard to be away from you :((

— Prefers to be the little spoon but ultimately will be happy no matter how you’re cuddling. (I expand on little spoon Tanjiro in this post <3)

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

— Instinctually touchy and yet so unused to cuddling. Inosuke doesn’t know much about positive affectionate touch so he tends to squirm out of hugs and gets a little anxious when you hold him still too long, much like a dog would. He asks you what you’re doing, voice a little softer than normal, cheeks a little pink beneath his mask.

“Cuddling you?” you reply, equally confused by his reaction as he is to your affection.  “Well stop it. It feels weird,” he huffs, and you comply, albeit a bit disheartened. You can’t help but be curious about his rejection, so you push past the sudden awkwardness of the moment to inquire about it. “Feels weird how?” “I don’t know! It just does!” he snaps defensively, a little frustrated, an emotion you can’t help but mirror. But then you relax, reminding yourself to be understanding. It must show on your face though, because he follows you around until he’s sure you aren’t mad at him. Your understanding nature is something he’s still getting used to as well.

— Take it slow with him if you can help it, form positive associations with touch, and then try again another time and he’ll be more receptive <3 REALLY receptive after a while, like before you know it you’ve got a stage 10 clinger on your hands 😭 

— Especially if you start sleeping together, cus he likes to cover you with his whole body as his way of protecting you while you’re in a vulnerable state.

— However, he will get bitchy if he catches you taking naps without him there to cuddle up to you. Like just say you don’t love him 😔 You’ll wonder why he’s giving you dirty looks and the cold shoulder all day, yeah it’s cus you didn’t immediately come find him to nap. Traitor.

— He associates cuddling with sleep so he’s prone to nodding off, and if you guide his head to rest on your chest and massage his scalp? He’s dead to the world, snoring and everything.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— You cannot pry this man off of you and I mean it. He was clinging to you before you were even an item, often to your leg, your kimono, your hand, wherever he can reach. If you reciprocate once, he’ll keep coming back for more of it. So touch starved it’s pitiable, and he’s smart enough to know that looking pathetic earns him sympathy.

— That said, he’s taken aback if you initiate cuddling, almost unable to fathom being desired. It’s only then that he gets a little shy, chuckling nervously as you take him into your arms. Doesn’t know what to do with himself.

— Zenitsu isn’t picky about how you cuddle, just that you’re touching in every way possible. Tangles his legs with yours, wriggles as close as humanly possible, and holds your clothing in an iron grip.

— Oftentimes he looks so blissed out when he’s wrapped up in your embrace, eyes half-lidded or drooping with sudden sleepiness. You’re just so comfortable, and comforting, and beautiful and aaaa before he knows it he’s muttering all these things to you.

You awaken slowly to a considerable weight on your chest, squinting with your eyes closed you feel around blindly and find the familiar shape of your husband sprawled out on top of you. You sigh, recognizing his snores and a smile tugs at your lips despite it being tough to breathe. Your palm rests on his back, bunching in the thick fabric of his hoari. Your eyes finally crack open, the morning light illuminating your fully-dressed partner. Must’ve been a long night, you mused to yourself, able to picture a half-asleep Zenitsu stumbling into bed so clearly in your mind. Though even his unconscious alter-ego tended to seek you out. You turn, shifting Zenitsu onto his side. He stirs, but only slightly, immediately tucking his head under your chin with a grunt. “Don’t go,” he murmurs in his sleep, most likely to a dream version of you and a fondness warms your chest. “Stay.”

[heich0e]

iwaizumi got a lower back tattoo on his 21st birthday.

if you showed one hundred people in the street a photo of 30-year-old hajime, and then surveyed them as to whether or not they think he has a lower back tattoo, it's unlikely more than one of them would say yes—and even the one who did probably just misheard the question. it's as unbelievable a thought as any, and still somehow it's true.

he was 21, legally drunk for the first time in america, and hanamaki and matsukawa had finally come to california to visit him to mark the occasion. it was kind of a stupid trip, they realized afterwards, because issei and hiro were still only 20 and couldn't even go out to the bars near UC irvine that all of iwa's college friends were inviting him out to for the first time.

but he didn't mind.

he bought them beer and sugary canned cocktails from the convenience store near campus using the birthday money his nanay sent him, silently repenting in his mind as the store clerk in the polyester vest rang the expensive purchase through. then they all got drunk in iwa's tiny student apartment while they played video games, called oikawa, and eventually wandered out into the warm california night in search of food.

the details beyond that are fuzzy, but the lines inked into the little space at the bottom of hajime's spine are not—even after nine whole years.

most people have no idea about the tattoo—and hajime has gone to great lengths to keep it that way. he wears a compression t-shirt at the gym so there's no risk of it riding up and accidentally revealing it. he orders patches to conceal it on the rare occasion he goes to onsens. he never showers with the athletes at work, always either opting to shower at home, shower after the team, or use the staff facilities when available.

but in spite of all of that, he's not embarrassed of it.

he doesn't even really regret it.

it's just not anybody else's business.

the ink on his skin is a secret kept between him, matsukawa, hanamaki, the guy who tattooed him, and oikawa who was screaming on facetime in the background while it happened.

and now you, too.

your hand snakes up the back of hajime's sweatshirt as he stands at the stove preparing breakfast, cool fingertips tracing the curls of ink even without seeing them—having long mapped them to memory. hajime suppresses a shiver, not expecting the contact, as you crowd yourself closer to his back and lean your weight against him.

"i was trying not to wake you," he says quietly, the hand not holding the chopsticks he's flipping his omelette with reaching behind him in search of you.

"you didn't," you murmur into his back, catching his seeking hand in yours and twining your fingers together. "smelled food."

hajime laughs to himself, his eyes crinkling. he squeezes your fingers tightly as his heart thuds in his chest.

underneath his sweatshirt, your nails rake lightly against his skin.

"shouldn't i be making your breakfast?"

hajime transfers his omelette to the plate waiting beside the stove, flicking off the burner and then turning to face you. he wraps his arms around you and holds you properly now, your face burrowing into the collar of his hoodie the way you always do, his nose brushing your temple.

"wanted to let you sleep a bit longer," hajime grunts out, his cheeks burning a bit hot—still shy, sometimes, even after so much time has passed. "thought you might be tired after..."

you snort, your head popping up to look at him. "after you fucked me within an inch of my life into the wee hours of the morning?"

the fire burning under hajime's skin grows even hotter. he splutters a little, and struggles to meet your gaze.

"i'm not tired," you whisper, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. the incorrigible one he fell in love with. "we were celebrating, after all."

hajime's eyes are burning a little bit, to complement the stinging in his cheeks. you lift your hand up to his face so you can feel the heat of his skin, and he rests his own hand—larger, more calloused than your own—to rest overtop of it. he looks at you, and sees happiness reflected back at him in your gaze. so fathomless he thinks he could drown in it.

hajime turns his face into your touch, and his eyes flutter closed as he noses against your palm.

he presses a kiss there. soft. adoring.

then another, just slightly higher, to the ring he put on your finger the night before.

he peeks at you again, that same heat in his cheeks, though not nearly as unbearable.

he's got another secret he doesn't regret now, one just as permanent as the ink in his skin, but this one won't stay hidden long. eventually he'll call his parents, and his nanay will probably get teary. then he'll tell his friends, who will put his mother's tears to shame. he'll leave the tattoo artist out of it this time, though—wherever that guy is now.

"happy birthday, hajime," you whisper to him with a smile he can't help but return.

he might keep this secret between the two of you today, though. just for a little while longer.

it'll be his gift to himself.

[simpjaes]

enha hyung line wet dreams :ccc

hyung line + wet dreams

warning: free use, somnophilia

mdni.

☆ jay:

the type to be embarrassed because during waking hours, he's a bit against letting people see him be weak. not saying he wouldn't care for you publicly or during waking hours, i think it's just more so the fact that he wouldn't let people know he needs attention or care too. so, ofc, waking up on the brink of an orgasm to seeing you already looking at him curiously, he'd feel embarrassed. ears red, blood rushing straight to his cock, which would only jump at sensitivity when he tries to shift and turn with a small "sorry, had a nightmare."

he knows better than anyone how bad of a liar he is. so, when you respond with a knowing laugh and a "oh? a nightmare huh? which horror had you moaning like that then?"

it would likely end with you being the one to make the move for him. with his back turned to you trying to wish away the embarrassment only to feel your hand reach around to help him out. he'd immediately sigh out with a sleepy moan and probably grab at your wrist to force a perfect pace :( turning slightly to kiss against you with small and embarrassed little breathy thank yous.

★ jake:

1000% humping against you in his sleep. probably dead asleep when you wake up to the damp spot against your leg that seeps through his sweat pants. you'd have to shake him awake, or jerk him off a little so he wakes up properly to take care of the problem.

absolutely happens a lot too. like even if you guys had sex the night before, he's ready to go mid fucking sleep and despite how exhausted you are, all it takes is a little bit of heavy petting and he'll usually do the rest. he's definitely not embarrassed either, though he'll probably wake up mid-orgasm time and time again and immediately cling to you just to prolong the feeling.

also mutters out apologies like jay would, but not because he's embarrassed. mostly because he knows you're sleepy and he knows he's gonna have to keep you awake ;-; you guys probably have some sort of free use agreement after a while though, where if he wakes up at 3:30 in the morning needing to get his dick wet, all he needs to do is roll over, spoon you a little, and play with you until he can slip it right in . gotta get the quickie out of the way so you both can return to peaceful sleep sdkjhfkjsdfds AAAAAAAAAAAAA

☆ sunghoon:

similar to jay but probably not sorry about it. he'll wake from his wet dream not giving a shit about anything but getting off. whether that includes him jerking off to your pretty, sleeping form, or him waking you up by shoving his cock between your thighs and fucking forward with a tight grip pulling you back against him. bro is desperate and insane when he's sleepy, probably even a bit annoyed at his own libido for waking him up if he needs to get up early.

at first, you're probably a little shocked waking up to such a harsh grip adjusting your near-limp body, maybe you even let out a little yelp followed by his deep groaning at the pleasure he uses you for. you'd get used to it though, and absolutely not be opposed to him using you if he needs it. after all, he can be quite vanilla at times, so this would be a welcome change even if it only happens once every few months.

also the type to be in a really good mood the next morning. breakfast in bed type shit, bringing you roses when he gets back home type shit.

★ heeseung:

gets pissy because he always wakes up at the best part, but always feels better knowing you're like...right there next to him. sometimes he just fists his cock himself if he's particularly tired, spilling out on you and letting you sleep through the mess lol, other times he's probably waking you up because he's hovering over you and flipping you over so he can start rubbing the head of his cock between your legs.

wouldn't apologize and instead would go straight to dirty talking and probably praise for you just so he can get what he wants. he does always make sure you get off too though, unlike some of the others here *coughjakecough*. he'd def soothe you through the dry penetration though. not saying he'd do it politely. SDKJHFKSDJ probably more just say shit like "yeah, you'll let me, right?" followed by a "knew you would, baby, knew it." with a lil kiss right under your jaw lmfao. [the evil heeseung agenda continues]

[emmyrosee]

Bakugou is, for all intents and purposes, a massive baby.

God forbid you leave him for ten minutes before he starts wandering around the house looking for you. Mercy on you if you go out to the grocery store and don’t take him. And how dare you even consider get up to get a snack when he's in the bathroom, letting your shared spot get cold.

These things, he can not let go easily.

Naturally, this slips your mind every once in a while because a peaceful life with Bakugou Katsuki doesn't exist. When you forget, he makes it his mission to force you to remember his clingy ass.

Tonight, it would appear to be no different.

It's 02:30 when you snap back to reality, bleary eyes blinking to get your bearings back.

The lamp on the side table blinds you momentarily, there's music coming from the tv- credits, you deduce, from the show Denki had raved to you both about. When you angle your head up, you're met with a firm jawline that lets out a loud snore from the slight disturbance.

Katsuki never was good at staying awake during these things.

Smiling up at him, you're quick to place a tender little kiss on his chin, watching as the corners of his mouth twitches slightly. Gently, you slip out of his arms and cover him with the blanket, using the parted lips releasing the smallest little snores to ensure his slumber. He smacks his lips and turns slightly on his side, as if chasing the warmth you'd taken away, and you click the tv off to keep him in the dark. You shuffle your way into your bedroom to get your own rest; you shiver once you slip under the covers, the fabric cold from the lack of use and lack of Katsuki's body heat.

The minute you do warm up, however, you're out like a light, and you remain so for a few hours.

But then, there's someone at the end of your bed. You feel them, and it wakes you just barely. You shift the blankets higher on your shoulder for protection from whatever your subconsious picks up, and just when you feel normal, something speaks.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

The raspy voice coming from the foot of your bed is more than enough to snap you from your sleep, but it isn’t until you see the massive, bulky frame that your heart sinks and you scream, you scream as loud as you can, immediately scrambling to the corner of your bed.

“Stop screaming, it’s me.”

Your shaking hands immediately shoot to the lamp next to your bed and upon flicking it on, you’re greeted by a sleepy Katsuki, blanket around his shoulders and sleepy scowl on his face, as if you’re the one who just inconvenienced him.

“You freak! What are you doing!” You snap, quickly rubbing your eyes to knock the sleep from them to properly scold. He merely shrugs and smacks his tired lips, indifferent to the previous heart attack he’d given you.

“Left me alone on the couch,” he says, dropping the blanket onto the floor before crawling into bed next to you, casually. “We were snuggling. You abandoned me.”

“You-! I was-! Why-!”

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” he says, burying his face into his pillow and making a grabby hand for you, “c’mere, wanna spoon.”

Your heart, still pounding in your chest, finally lets breaths of air in, your hands trembling as you flick back off the light. You’re still mad, now shaking with fury, and as you roll to have your back facing him, you try to take deep breaths to calm down and not smother the man you somehow chose to love with a pillow.

“Hey,” he grumbles, tugging your sleep shirt. “Come here.”

“I can’t fucking stand you, Katsuki. I don’t even want to be in the same bed as you right now, you scared the fucking shit out of me.”

“Didn’t mean to,” he says softly. “Jus’ wanted to be close to you.”

“And you thought threATENING ME AT THE END OF OUR BED WAS A GOOD WAY TO DO THAT?”

He goes silent, and you almost think he’s given up, and just as you blink your stinging eyes, he suddenly rolls on top of you, knocking the wind out of you at his heaviness.

“Katsuki!” You scold, but it’s shrouded in laughter, an absolute contrast of how you just were talking all of ten seconds ago.

“Now you can’t leave,” he says, cockily. “You wake me again and I will kill you.”

“You woke me up just now! You could’ve easily come to bed like any sane person!”

“….”

“Katsuki!”

“Cant hear you, I’m asleep.”

“KATSUKI!”

[another-lost-mc]

Shower Thoughts: Their bathing habits, with and without you.

Featuring: The Demon Brothers x gn!Reader

NSFW // Content: Domestic fluff and non-explicit smut. Sharing a bath/shower together; sexual and non-sexual touching; mentions of teasing, semi-public sex (showering together in the RAD locker room), penetration (Reader receiving).

A/N: Shaking off the rust. I blame the new Nightmare cards by the way. I wanted to write this for the OCs and figured I should show some of the others some love too. Like always, my fav bias is showing. (Most of Asmo's section is based on things that occur in the bath scene of Desperation.)

LUCIFER

Showering is part of his morning routine - he wants to look and feel his best, his pride won't settle for anything less. (Plus, it helps wake him up for mornings when coffee alone won't do the trick.)

Baths are a rare luxury for him. Ideally, he'll have the house (and your company) all to himself so he can soak in the fragrant bubbles without worrying about what his brothers are getting up to.

(The fact that they're not home and loose in the Devildom is just as worrying, please try to distract him.)

He's not against the idea of shower sex, but it can be cramped and awkward. He would rather tease you with gentle, lingering touches that leave you both a little hot and desperate before leading you to bed where he can enjoy you properly. He's surprisingly unconcerned about getting his bedsheets wet when it means having you naked and willing underneath him as soon as possible.

MAMMON

Mammon usually showers at night. He'd rather have the extra time to sleep in the mornings before class. If he has to work or has a photoshoot, he's definitely showering before bed - he and his bedding are a mess from sticky, gel-caked hair and the eye makeup he didn't remove properly if he doesn't.

He doesn't usually take baths - too boring, too slow - but if you like taking baths...well.

Whether he's in the shower with you or the tub with you, he's open for anything and everything you might want to do. Even an innocent suggestion for a romantic shower or bath together turns dirty quickly when his eyes and hands start to roam across so much exposed, wet skin.

LEVIATHAN

For a self-proclaimed otaku, his showering habits aren't that bad.

Sure, maybe before you came along, he spent less time worrying about his grooming and personal hygiene and more time worrying about his idols' stream schedules and pre-sale ticket dates for the various movies or concerts he wanted to see.

However, you're here now and you're important to him, so whether he wants to admit it or not, that changes things. If he wants you to hang out in his room for hours at a time gaming or binge-watching anime, both him and his room need to be in guest-ready shape.

He showers more often when he's been cooped in his room on the sofa or in his fashionable-but-not-functional gaming chair that makes his back sweat. Even a quick cool-off rinse in the shower is enough to leave him looking and feeling refreshed which is perfect - he hopes he can convince you to cuddle with him in his tub after.

Maybe it's his natural affinity for water, but he enjoys showering or bathing equally. It's tricky when most tubs aren't big enough for him to spread out with his tail out too, but thankfully they're big enough for you to fit in the tub with him which is just as good - better, even!

He's shy with you in the shower or tub. He prefers to stand behind you so he's not tempted to stare at your chest (or lower). No one touches him as gently or with more care as you do. And the way you run your hands along the scales of his tail or his neck...he's going to try and hide his twitching erection from you and hope you don't say anything if you notice it. He can't help how good you make him feel, but he's not always confident enough to return the favour.

If you want him to touch you, you'll probably have to explicitly ask him to - and wouldn't you know it, your hands resting on his while you guide them to move over your body is one of many acts of intimacy he ends up craving from you.

SATAN

He showers in the morning. He's one of the few student council members that wears his uniform properly and I think he wants the rest of him to look and smell good too.

He enjoys a nice bath once in a while. Maybe not as much as Asmo, but they're a semi-regular part of his routine. He can load up the bath tray with a book, even a cup of coffee or snack if he's feeling peckish that night; time passes in a blue as he soaks away some of the stress that burdens him. If you join him for a bath, he'd love to read to you or simply hold you against his chest while music streams from his D.D.D. nearby.

Showers are useful if he's in a rush, or maybe he just wants to rinse off the day's grime (especially if he was at the club or in a fight). Or perhaps he's not in a rush after all, judging by the way he ushers you into the bathroom with him and tugs at your clothing so you can join him under the warm spray.

Whether he simply wants to melt under your fingers as you work suds into his hair and across his body, or if your naked body so close to his is too much temptation to ignore, know that you're probably the only one who gets to see him - all of him - exposed this way.

ASMODEUS

It's no secret that the Avatar of Lust adores his private bathroom, with its high ceiling and numerous cupboards full of fluffy towels and bottles full of the most expensive haircare and body wash and massage oils that Grimm can buy.

His luxurious tub - if you can call it that, considering it's bigger than any hot tub you've ever been in before - is full of fragrant, crystal-clear water that Asmo adds scented oils and skin-softening potions to. No matter how long you bathe together, the water remains clean and warm (there's a handy spell for that).

Asmo loves the intimacy of pampering you and having you do the same for him. It's almost magical, the way he massages you with slow, rhythmic strokes as he washes you with beauty products he personally selects. He considers your preferences above his own so that everything he brings into the bath is scented with your favourite fragrant notes. If you share his bed that night, he can smell you on his pillow and sheets long after you've parted ways.

Naturally, once he's spent his time spoiling you with his tender touches and whispered affection, he's desperate to have your hands on him next.

Bathing doesn't always have to lead to more than soft, teasing touches. He's not against the idea - it wouldn't be the first time his fingers teased between your legs while he nuzzled the back of your neck and nipped at your ear - but this sort of comfort is like divinity to him. It's a sort of worship he offers you that he's offered no one else before, and no matter how much the outside world demands your attention (or his), this is one rare opportunity where you can truly be alone together.

BEELZEBUB

Beel's shower routine is fairly simple. 1. Shower after Fangol practice or games. 2. Shower after eating at a buffet-style restaurant. 3. Shower before bed if nothing else applies.

Of course, Beel learns that there's a certain charm to showering with you too. He used to complain the communal shower he shares with his siblings is a bit too cramped for his liking, and with you it's even worse, but that's simply a convenient excuse to press himself against you while he hardens against your back, or he cages you against the wall while his arms block everything else from view.

(The open showers in the locker room at the Fangol pitch are fun in their own way when post-victory showers with Beel turn frisky from giddy excitement and too much adrenaline to burn.)

Showering is simply a part of his routine, but like most things he does, Beel thinks they're more enjoyable when he can entice you to join him.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie's not necessarily lazy - he just prefers to spend his time and energy doing things that are important to him. It's not his fault if that very short list can be summarized as sleeping and spending time with you.

Sleeping is most comfortable when he's clean from the day's sweat and smells - the last thing he wants to do is ruin the attic's cozy little nest by crawling into bed smelling like anyone else but him and you. That means if he's going to shower before bed, he's dragging you with him if you haven't had one already.

Belphie might not be lazy, but that doesn't mean he won't use every trick in the book to convince you to touch him and pamper him as much as possible. He whines that he's too sleepy to fiddle with all the buttons of his RAD blazer, and he smirks like a satisfied cat while you huff at his ridiculousness and help undress him anyway.

(He knows you indulge him because you like it too - did you think he wouldn't notice the way your eyes roam his bare chest or the way your fingers twitch excitedly when you reach for his belt?)

Shower or bath sex is a bit messy and not as relaxing as he would like - the tiles are hard and cool against your back, it's hard to prep you properly in the tub as water sloshes against the sides and spills over the floor. It's inconvenient and not the sexiest experience in his opinion.

However. The shower is an excellent place to tease you with an innocent pout on his lips and a wicked gleam in his eyes. Lips trail lazily along whatever bare, wet skin they can reach while greedy fingers prepare you for something bigger once you're finally in bed together, moving together lazily in the sheets and putting off cleaning the mess until morning.

(And even if Belphie gets a little carried away in the shower as he stretches you with his fingers or his mouth, or possibly his cock if he's that riled up, the clean-up has never been easier.)

Read more: Obey Me! Masterlist

[vrystalius]

Sleepy…

How the hashira act when they’re tired?

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyu x fem!reader

(Reader has stretch marks on her thighs in Gyomei’s part)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

In the mornings…

Sanemi wakes up being grumpy and drained rather than rested from a good night’s sleep. His hair is messy and some stubble formed on his face over the night. Also, he doesn’t believe you when you say he snores in his sleep, even though you woke up from him snoring or grunting in his sleep multiple times. You sometimes even heard him mumble something about Genya and ohagi. Your name fell every now and then but you haven’t told him about that yet. He had a huge grin on his was while seemingly dreaming of you, and you didn’t want to hurt his pride even more.

Sanemi is slow in the mornings and needs you to drag him out of bed. If he has nothing to do but train today, so why can’t he just sleep until he needs to train? He’d hunch over the sink and slowly brush his teeth while having his eyes closer again. You once caught him falling asleep in that stance, snoring quietly. While Sanemi is finishing up in the bathroom at a snail’s pace, you take some time to cook up something nice for you two.

Heavy footsteps would stumble down the stairs and Sanemi would drag his heavy body over to you, leaning onto your back and nuzzling his face in your warm neck. He’d groan and squeeze your waist gently.

“You still feel so warm… ugh, I wanna go back to bed…”

In the evenings…

After showering, Sanemi doesn’t really have energy to do anything else after hunting demons all night. He can’t sleep without you though, so he’ll just lay in bed like a log and wait on you to join him. Sometimes, he’d even call out to you to hurry up and cuddle him already.

Once in bed, Sanemi’ll lay his head on your soft chest and close his eyes. His cheek is slightly squished and mouth slightly agape. He’d want you to play with his hair and run your fingers through his white locks. Sometimes, Sanemi would accidentally start drooling onto your skin or shirt, forgetting to swallow his spit. Your massage is just making him forget anything: his worries, fears, train of thought and to swallow his spit.

Of course, Sanemi would be incredibly embarrassed and deny enjoying your craved touch this much. Sometimes, he’d even roll off you and lay on his stomach, pretending that he’s perfectly fine to sleep on his own. You giggling at his flushed face doesn’t help either.

Sanemi does NOT need you to hold him so he can sleep properly and have nice dreams if you act that way!

“Scoot over, I wanna lay down. I don’t need your damn cuddles anymore. You’re just making fun of me, damnit!!”

Kyojuro Rengoku

In the mornings…

Kyojuro’s hair is incredibly messy everytime he wakes up. You can’t resist but to brush through it a couple of times while your husband slept, enjoying the moment of quiet intimacy.

His voice would be raspy and quieter in the mornings in comparison to throughout the day, his smiles smaller and sleepier, yet just as happy and real as usual. Kyojuro would be sleepy in the mornings but would start regaining his energy after having a nutritious breakfast. Usually, he’d make them himself.

Kyojuro would stand by the stove, dressed in either just his nightwear pants or a loose fitting robe. His movements are sluggish and slow, but he still never burnt himself on accident. Sometimes, you would even lean against his muscular back and complain about the tasks ahead of you while Kyojuro quietly listens and cooks breakfast.

“Mh, would you… *yawn*… mind handing me the eggs from over there?”

In the evenings…

Kyojuro still manages to muster up enough energy to keep his vibrant and loud personality, even right before bed. He’s incredibly tired and needs to recharge the whole night to have another successful day of training and slaying demons. The best way to recharge is by holding you close to his chest, letting your head rest on his soft pecks.

Slowly, Kyojuro would start to slip into a sleepier state. His eyes would be droopy and his smile more lovesick while his hand slowly brush over your features. You’re so perfect, do you know that? Sometimes, he might squeeze you a little too hard on accident. It something similar to cuteness aggression, just much more subconscious and softer.

Kyojuro would fall asleep with your imagine in mind and a sleepy smile on his face, his arms wrapped tightly around you, making sure you’re comfortable in his warm arms.

“Hm? Oh, sorry… did I hold you too tightly? Apologies, my love. I missed you the whole day and… forgive me?”

Gyomei Himejima

In the mornings…

Gyomei usually wakes up quite early to go pray, but you keep him in bed for a little longer. You get woken up by the weight on the bed shifting and mumble his name, gently grabbing his forearm and pulling him back onto the bed. He cannot help but obey your wish and lay back down with you. Gyomei is still tired when you pull his head against your chest, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

Tears start falling down his cheeks and onto your shirt as you run your fingers through his messy, short hair. A small smile rested on his face.

His voice is incredibly deep and his chest vibrates against yours as he murmurs quiet prayers to finish his morning routine. Gyomei doesn’t get sleepy very often, but when he does, it’s only in your arms and by your touch.

“You’re a blessing, my pearl…”

In the evenings…

After his endurance training, slaying demons and attending an hashira meeting, even Gyomei gets tired. He would lay right beside you, resting his head on your stomach. His eyes would be closed and arms wrapped around your waist and plush thighs, rubbing gently up and down, feeling your warm skin and stretch marks.

Gyomei would place gentle kisses on your skin and savour your scent. You are absolutely beautiful to him, he doesn’t even need his eyes to see that. While you massage his scalp with your fingers, it feels like the exhaustion is finally catching up to him. With a final sigh, Gyomei finally slipped into something similar to a comatose. Once asleep, only the sound of the cries of a crow can wake him up.

“My love, may I rest with you a little longer? I still haven’t recovered from my last training session… you have a healing effect on me.”

Giyu Tomioka

In the mornings…

He is comparable to a disoriented, deflated balloon. Not that Giyu is bouncing and being happy during the day, it’s just that he’s even more depressed in the mornings. But, on the bright side, Giyu is able to handle your affections better while sleepy. Normally, he’d stiffen up and shortcircuit. But while he’s being tired, you can cup his cheeks and kiss him all over, he’ll just respond with a small whine or groan.

Giyu might become a cuddlebug when you two are in bed and have nothing to do. He’d bury his face in your neck and savour your warmth while he can. Sometimes, he’d bury his face in your even warmer cleavage, falling right back into sleep.

“Mhhrrm… hmm? What did you say?… mhh… didn’t hear..”

In the evenings…

Believe it or not, he becomes even quieter in the evenings. Giyu will silently stare at you, begging at you to just hold him and cradle him to sleep with his eyes. He’d hover around you with eyebags under his eyes, always standing near you until you offer to cuddle him.

His eyebags, glossy eyes and messy hair look him look like a lost puppy, so it was a matter of time until you offered to cuddle in bed. Your soft skin under his calloused hands never felt any nicer.

Giyu would be out in a matter of minutes and fall asleep in an awkward position. One arm would be wrapped around your waist while the other was angled on his side.

“Agh, my shoulder hurts. Did I fall asleep in a weird way?”

💠

I thought of this last night. I have another similar idea about sleepy hairplay and I’m thinking about either writing that idea for the Upper Moons or the hashira, either way, thank you for reading! As mentioned before, I’ll post some asks on the weekend <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

[feyascorner]

Despite the less than fortunate circumstances the two of you met in, you think Astarion is the closest thing a person could call a perfect lover.

Besides one, rather large thing that eats at you every night.

He hogs the blanket.

You've tried everything. More blankets, building a wall with pillows, more blankets, lighting the fireplace, and oh, did I mention more blankets?

With each attempt, you wake up shivering in the dead of night, because he has absolutely everything draped over his body—not even wrapped around him—like a mountain of fabric piled on top of him. He sleeps like a corpse, hands and arms stuck to his sides, so why the hells he needs so many, you don't understand.

And when you yank away the blankets, your hands brush against his skin which you swear border on freezing temperatures. If you wrap yourself around multiple times with blankets, it somehow always ends up near him, leaving you to face the blaring cold by yourself.

Quite honestly, you're fed up.

“Darling, there are better ways of asking to tie me up.”

You scoff, tightening the bedroll around his entire body with the strap that comes along with it. “If I wanted to tie you up, it would feel sexier than this.”

“Trust me, love, I think you're sexy even when your hair looks like a nest in the morning.”

You glare at him which earns you a cheeky grin. “I wouldn't look like that if you let me have one night of sleep without waking up to a blizzard!”

He wiggles a bit in the bedroll, testing it out. And just when you think it might hold, the bindings fall apart, and he’s staring at you with lidded eyes, arms free to swipe the blankets away from you. You groan in frustration.

“This is hopeless.”

“There are other means of warming me up, if you’re willing.”

You roll your eyes and he laughs, sitting up to speak to you properly. “I’m only cold because you sleep so far away from me. You're practically on the edge of the bed, hanging off.”

“Because I don't want to make you uncomfortable and accidentally touch you without asking!”

He raises a brow at this. “Surely that's not why you avoid me like the bloody plague when we’re resting?”

Sheepishly, you tug the blanket over your legs. He eyes you up and down with a silent pause, before reaching to pull you against him. He leans backwards into the mattress and drags you along with him, which you nearly yelp at though he doesn't seemed fazed himself. With your face pressed against his chest and your legs entangled with his, you can barely let out your voice without making it sound flustered.

“What is this supposed to be?”

“I won't be cold, and you’ll have your blanket this way.”

You feel his skin against yours. “…you’re freezing.” You want to stay like this forever.

“You’ll adjust, love.”

And as he pulls the blanket over the both of you, he clears his throat.

“And for the record,” he mumbles against your temple. “I don't mind if you're the one touching me.”

[soobnny]

request. you falling asleep on skz’s chest and telling them you love them for the first time in your sleep

sorry it took me so long, anon! but here is the request u sent me

BANG CHAN

— it would be a little late in the night when you finally fall asleep, maybe around 11pm. it’s one of the rare days chan doesn’t allow himself to fall prisoner to another all-nighter (not that it ever bothered you, but chan’s been making effort in spending more time with you in the present instead of in his head)

— he definitely sleeps better with you, how could he not? with your head on his chest and your cheek a little mushed and your lips in a small pout and your ear to his heart. it’s perfect circumstances to sleep and your breathing is such a lullaby to him, and a reminder to ground himself in the present more to enjoy moments like these. you guys don’t get to cuddle often so it’s nice to take everything in when he can

— chan’s just on the verge of falling asleep when you say it and i think he wouldn’t be able to believe it first (talk about an instant alarm ?). he’d just blink down at you for a moment before the sweetest smile plasters on his face, the crinkled eyes until they almost disappear and lip biting type to stop himself from smiling too much

— his heart would just expand tenfold because you really are the person he sees himself with in the future and to hear those three words he’s almost told you a million times before leave your lips is just so reassuring and so beautiful to him; that you love him back, and he can’t wait to tell you in the morning

— when he’s finally processed it, he’d lean down to kiss you .. just every part of your face. but like, he’s so careful about it so you don’t wake up

— he falls asleep maybe half an hour later because all his life his mind has been running and running and running but with you in his arms, and those three words, he feels so safe that he allows his mind to rest. sometimes, it’s enough to just let his heart beat and love

❝ i love you. god, i love you too. i’ve been wanting to say it for so long now. ❞

LEE MINHO

— i think lee know’s def the type to know he’s in love first because it’s such a drastic difference to suddenly consider you in everything when he used to never do it before and he’s not oblivious to his feelings. like he’s the same but also so different ? little gestures of love would build up to his light bulb moment that he is so in love with you and he wants nothing more than to tell you but he doesn’t want to scare you off

— you stay over at his house when it happens. doing schoolwork? cramming for a paper? somewhere along those lines. you never notice the time when you’re with him and suddenly seconds turn into hours and it’s too late for you to commute home and lee know’s mom used their car so he can’t drive you home either. just proposes you stay over bc it’s not like you haven’t done it before

— you two always spend silence in comfort so he doesn’t know you’re asleep at first when you say those three words to him and the way you say it is so faint that he almost misses it. but he doesn’t. he hears it loud and clear

— his heart swells even more when he looks down to see your eyes closed and your mouth slightly parted and his response is just the fondest expression on his face. the most endearing smile and a finger brushing over your features because wow, this is the girl that snuck her way into his heart and unknowingly stole every part of him

— would brush your hair out of your face to see you properly before finally whispering that he loves you too. he’d say the three words the next morning.

— years later, he’d always brag he was the first to tell you that he loved you but you’d never know it was you. it’s a little secret he keeps to himself, and the moment is so intimate that it’s his only

❝ ah, (name). you’re all i’ve ever wanted, did you know? ❞

SEO CHANGBIN

— for changbin, i truly believe there is no moment of sudden realization. he’s well acquainted with love like i think he’s most in touch with that emotion. he feels so deeply and i think he learned most of that from his mother. he wouldn’t be afraid to embarrass himself in the name of love. in fact, he thinks it’s the greatest feeling on earth and it’s something you shouldn’t ever take for granted (i’m sorry, i’m a softie changbin enthusiast)

— everything is steady with him. loves you more day by day by day but he’s always known he’s been in love with you and nothing is ever overwhelming with him like it’s always so safe

— when you say it, he feels his heart beat 98383 times faster because what do you mean the person he’s so in love with loves him back ? like i feel like it just doesn’t cross his mind honestly. like he loves you and that’s that and he’s satisfied with loving you but suddenly his whole world just stops when he hears those words

— changbin would try to keep his position still though, even though he feels like jumping around and spinning you around in his arms but he just doesn’t want to shake you awake from your sleep

— spends the rest of the night thinking about you saying that you love him. there’s nothing more beautiful than the reciprocation of a feeling of love so great

❝ i love you, and that’s always been enough for me, but god does it feel so great to hear it from you. ❞

HWANG HYUNJIN

— he loves like in movies, in books, in art. despite being such a hopeless romantic though, everything is actually so new to him. it’s only with you that he experiences that shortness of breath, that jumble of words, that all-nighter because you can’t stop thinking about the person you love the most, and those damn butterflies

— even the first time you fall asleep on his chest, he freaks out. and he freaks out even after the 9183th time but who can blame him? he may look like such an expert, such a poet, such a man of love, but he’s nothing more than a boy who’s falling in love for the first time

— so, it is the 9184th time you’re asleep on his chest and he has a hand running through your hair when you mumble it in your sleep

— FREEZES. for maybe a good 5 mins? honestly it feels like forever because he really is frozen. and then, that music plays. the music when the love interest shows up on the screen in movies. it plays in his head and his heart is pouncing like crazy and it’s just such a moment to be in love

— pulls you closer when he finally recomposes himself and has the most lovesick smile on his face for maybe an hour before he allows himself to fall asleep because this is all he’s ever dreamed of

❝ you’re someone straight out of my dreams. ❞

HAN JISUNG

— to me, jisung feels a little reckless when he loves. but like, not in a bad way. it’s more like, he’s been careful his whole life and keeping on a guard because he values his silence and his comfort over everything else but god, when he loves? he jumps straight in. he jumps even without the guarantee of anyone catching him. when he loves, there is no doubt, no second guessing. he simply dives head first

— he’s falling again, falling and falling, it’s never ending. even as you fall asleep on his chest one afternoon after watching a movie together

— he JERKS the moment he hears you say it like actually just jerks from his place and accidentally wakes you up from your slumber

— you freak when you wake up thinking that something must’ve happened because he’s staring at you with wide eyes but at the same time, he’s also apologizing for accidentally waking you up. you’re just in the process of asking him about it when he cuts you off by kissing you

— when you kiss him back, there is nothing in his head but “wow, so this must be the feeling of being caught” because he’s finally landed safely in your arms after all that falling

— don’t be mistaken though, he’d fall over and over again because the feeling of having you catch him is so addicting

❝ (name), is this real? ❞

LEE FELIX

— oh felix, the sweetest boy who falls in love in the sweetest way. definitely is the type to see colors brighter and hear music louder and just have all his feelings amplify because of you. stars come together when you look at him and he feels himself revolving around you like he’s just !!! there is no explaining how deep this boy loves. it’ll be like fireworks, like earthquakes, like thunderstorms but it’ll also feel like breathing and the quiet patter of rain. you get every variant of love with him because he’s so adamant on showing you every part of him

— you two cuddle up to each other all the time. he loves skinship, he loves physical touch, he loves holding you and being held and kissing you and hugging you and everything that makes it feel like you’re close to him so he doesn’t question when you fall asleep on his chest

— he’s on his phone, probably taking a picture or video of you when you suddenly say it. there’s just instant tears in his eyes the moment the words leave your mouth. he cries because he’s overwhelmed that you feel the same way about him and he’s scolding himself for being so dramatic over it but also he seriously cannot stop crying like what have you done to him?

— smiles and cries and laughs and leans down to kiss your head over and over and over and you can only ask why his eyes are so red and puffed when you wake up and he wastes no time to tell you that he loves you. drops it immediately. he’s been waiting forever to say it anyway (actually, he’s said it quite a few times but only when he thinks you can’t hear)

— won’t stop saying it anymore like every hour is a good opportunity to tell you that he loves you

❝ i can’t get over how beautiful it is to love and it’s all thanks to you. ❞

KIM SEUNGMIN

— the peak best friends to lovers story. seungmin isn’t the type to throw the feeling of love around. he isn’t the type to fall in love quickly either. he falls in love in moments you spend as friends, but it also kind of takes him such a long time to admit it because he’s always rejected the idea of romance and the gentle emotions that come with it. he’s so used to teasing and tough love that he suddenly can’t function properly when he realizes he’s growing softer because of you

— seungmin holds out from saying ‘i love you’, mostly because it’s hard to rid the stubbornness he’s carried all his life, but don’t get me wrong. there are so many times when he’s almost said it but stopped himself before he could. maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to startle you either. it’s a scary feeling after all, and being his best friend, you know about all his flaws. how could you choose to love him despite it all?

— even so, he is still powerless to love. no one can ever go above the feeling no matter how hard he tries. when you say it in your sleep, he finally lets go of whatever he’s been holding on for so long. he’s ready to willingly admit he’s in love with you and has been for such a long time

— he runs a hand through your hair, just thinking of how comforting it is to be with you, of how you make him smile without even having to be there with him. just the thought of you makes him so happy and it’s infuriating because why does losing to love feel so much like winning instead? is it because it’s you he’s falling in love with?

— would ask you if you’re sure because he’s someone that values sureness, honesty, and just Purpose. he loves on purpose and he wants to make sure you love him by your own choice too. he’s always chosen to take every step closer to you all his life

❝ do you really mean that? please mean it. ❞

YANG JEONGIN

— time always slows when you’re with him. he also gives me romance between friends because like seungmin, he’s not the type to take love lightly. he only ever says the three words in important moments. he never wants to just throw those words around because romance is so important to him, and he’s always been the one to seek for it because it’s so beautiful

— when he meets you, he just thinks, so this is what love is. he understands now why people tell stories about it, why it’s subject to so many songs. he understands when he looks in your eyes

— it’s an afternoon of teasing where your eyes meet and you just double in laughter because whatever the hell you’re talking about is so funny to only the two of you. the boys will never understand the language you’ve crafted for yourselves

— you fall asleep after having played games and ran around and teased each other all afternoon and it’s in his arms while the two of you are watching a movie

— when you say it, he falls silent. he closes his eyes and crosses his fingers and prays he isn’t just dreaming this up, might pinch himself even because it’s just so unreal to him that you love him like he might be the Foolish silly type but when he loves, he really does give it his all

— you wake up at one of the louder scenes of the movies and you’re like ??? why is jeongin staring at you like that so you’re like stop staring .. but he kind of just grins really LOVESICK and you’re like oh my god what is happening. he’s looking at you different and his eyes are softer

— with a yank of your shirt, he kisses you and mumbles how much he loves you against your lips

❝ i love you. and i will choose to love you everytime. ❞

[literary-lesbo]

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵

ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ! ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴜᴘ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ

𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

♡ "can you please come get me?"

♡ "hey, don't do that, you'll hurt yourself"

♡ "no, don't cry, I hate it when you cry"

♡ "you look sad"

♡ "oh god, you're bleeding"

♡ "I could just use a hug"

♡ "don't touch me"

♡ "it's okay, just breathe"

♡ "I'll stay for as long as you need"

♡ "you can trust me"

♡ "can I touch you? is that okay?"

♡ "you don't need to apologize, ever"

♡ "hey, hey, you're alright! it's okay, just calm down"

♡ "shh, shh, you're okay now"

♡ "here, hold my hand"

♡ "there's no shame in crying, I promise"

♡ "are you crying?"

♡ "you are what's important right now"

♡ "I've got nowhere else to be"

♡ "I'm at the hospital"

𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

♡ "I don't want to die"

♡ "I was only using you"

♡ "stay away from me"

♡ "why am I always your second choice?"

♡ "we almost made it"

♡ "leave I don't want to see you"

♡ "why are you helping a monster?"

♡ "I'm barely holding on"

♡ "can I leave now?"

♡ "I guess that's just how little I meant to you"

♡ "I just want to know you care about me"

♡ "stop looking at me like I'm damaged goods"

♡ "there's no us and there never was"

♡ "you deserve so much better"

♡ "don't do this here"

♡ "am I too late?"

♡ "say something, just fucking say something"

♡ "I know. I know I wasn't enough. I always did"

♡ "I did care, I used to care"

𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

♡ "shh, stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair"

♡ "can I borrow your sweater? it smells like you"

♡ "you're my new pillow"

♡ "I'll be here to protect you"

♡ "it's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway"

♡ "you make me so happy"

♡ "aww, you're blushing"

♡ "wait...is this a date?"

♡ "can I kiss you?"

♡ "I'm glad you came"

♡ "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"

♡ "thank you for being her for me"

♡ "you're so pretty when you first wake up"

♡ "I want you to stay, please"

♡ "dance with me"

♡ "your eyes are so pretty"

♡ "is someone sleepy?"

♡ "can I kiss you?"

♡ "you're so warm"

♡ "this/these are my favorite"

𝘚𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘪𝘤

♡ “you’re sure I’m sick?  ‘cause I feel fine”

♡  “I really cannot be sick right now”

♡  “everyone gets colds.  I’ll live”

♡  “I really hope this is just my allergies”

♡  “stop thinking so loud; my head hurts”

♡ "I'm scared"

♡ "I can't even talk properly"

♡  "I feel like I'm letting everyone down"

♡ "you're making a big deal out of nothing"

♡ "I'm so tired..."

♡ "no, you're not fine. you're burning up”

♡ "you need to rest. I'll stay here with you until you feel better"

♡ “just let me take care of you"

♡ "here, take my blanket”

♡ “I’ll make some tea”

♡ “you're in no condition to go anywhere”

♡ “just rest and let your body fight this off"

♡ “take this medicine, please"

♡ "I'm here now”

♡ "right now, the only person you need to help is yourself”

[toastsnaffler]

I do literally everything my phone is off for hours before bed + I'm active and eating well during the day I'm reading + meditating to wind down + going to bed at a sensible time + my room is comfortable and dark and the right temperature and literally everything else I know every fucking trick in the book im doing them all I promise and i still cant fucking sleep. what does it want.

[thatnewweeb]

Sleepy | Amajiki Tamaki

Summary | Tamaki has had a long day at the Fat Gum Agency, and falls asleep on you while on the train back to campus.

CW | Fluff, sleepy boi, no warnings

Word Count | 0.6k+

A/N | I thought this idea was cute. It ended up being a little shorter than I wanted, and I'm not sure how I feel about the end result, but I hope you enjoy our shy cutie!

Being from a different year and a different course than the people being targeted by the League of Villains, you had gotten permission to leave the UA campus unaccompanied to meet Tamaki as he leaves Fat Gum's agency.

You know he's been tired recently, having a lot of work, as well as recovery, to do after the whole Yakuza situation, so you thought it might be nice to surprise him.

You had only been there for a few moments, standing in front of Fat Gum's agency, before you see Kirishima and Amajiki exiting the building together.

"Hey!" you call out, making both of them look towards you.

Kirishima raises his hand and waves, Tamaki smiling softly as his eyes meet yours. The two boys walk over and say hello to you, Tamaki shyly taking your hand.

You give him a bright smile, standing on your tiptoes and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, making him blush.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

"I came to meet you, of course! I'm here to be your escort home!"

His eyes crinkle cutely as he squeezes your hand. "Our train leaves soon, we should start walking. We don't want to miss it."

You nod and give him another kiss on the cheek, flashing a smile at Kirishima as the three of you start walking towards the train station.

You and Kirishima chat as you walk, Tamaki just walking along beside you quietly, not joining in with the conversation, simply listening and glancing at you occasionally.

By the time you get to the train station, the train is almost there, so you don't bother sitting down, just standing on the platform and waiting.

When the train arrives, you enter quickly together, the train being relatively empty, allowing the three of you to sit together, Tamaki sitting between you and his red-haired friend.

Despite the train having few people inside, there are still people around, so you sit quietly, not wanting to be rude and disturb the people around you.

After a few moments, you feel something on your shoulder. When you look to see what it is, you see your boyfriend's head lulling, knocking against your shoulder.

You're a little surprised to see him asleep, you didn't expect that he'd fall asleep while still on the train, but you guide his head to properly rest on your shoulder so his neck has a bit more support.

"Should we wake him up?" Kirishima whispers to you.

"Let him sleep," you respond immediately, eyes not leaving your boyfriend. "He obviously needs the rest if he's falling asleep on the train."

"I think it's you," he says, smiling and continuing to explain when you tilt your head in questioning at him. "I think you make him comfortable. He'd never usually sleep on the train."

When he says that, you smile and look down a little, soft blush on your cheeks.

Upon arriving at the station, you gently shake the dark-haired boy awake, trying not to startle him. You do startle him though, him being a little confused, having not realised he was falling asleep.

Kirishima offered to go on ahead and leave you two alone, but considering that he's in Class 1-A, aka the class that has been targeted by the League of Villains, both you and Tamaki tell him to just walk with you.

On the walk back to campus from the train station, Tamaki continuously apologises to you for falling asleep, even though you keep insisting that it's okay and you found it cute.

Once you're back in your room, well, Tamaki's room, he tells you that he wants to stay awake and cuddle for a while, but he ends up quickly falling asleep on you once again, but this time in a place where he should be sleeping.

[chosok-amo]

HYPOTHETICALLY, UPS?... : GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU

you chuckle softly, your eyes twinkling with playful mischief. “hypothetically, you should propose to me properly,” you tease, enjoying the light-heartedness of the moment.

m.list | wc. 7,6k

you wake up groggily, the dim light of the moon casting a faint glow through the curtains. instinctively, you reach out to either side, expecting to feel the warm presence of your boyfriends, but all you find is cold sheets. the emptiness is unsettling, and a sense of unease creeps in as you realize they haven’t been in bed for a while.

sitting up, you rub your eyes, trying to shake off the drowsiness. you glance at the clock on the nightstand—2 a.m. your heart races a little faster as you wonder where they could be at this hour. you toss the blanket aside, the chill of the room biting at your skin as you slide out of bed.

you step out of the bedroom, rubbing your eyes, and follow the faint glow coming from the living room. as you quietly approach, you see them both sitting on the floor, the soft light of the laptop casting shadows across their faces. paperwork is spread out across the coffee table, and they’re deeply engrossed in their work, brows furrowed in concentration.

for a moment, you just stand there, watching them—gojo’s usually carefree expression is serious, his blue eyes focused intently on the screen, while geto’s calm demeanor hides a subtle tension as he scribbles notes on a document.

you smile softly, admiring their dedication, but the late hour makes you worry. taking a few steps closer, you break the silence with a gentle, drowsy, “baby, why are you two still awake?”

they both look up, startled by your voice, their focused expressions softening when they see you. “oh, did we wake you?” gojo asks, his tone apologetic as he leans back, running a hand through his hair.

geto, always the quieter one, glances up from the laptop screen and reaches a hand out to you, gesturing for you to come closer. his tired eyes study your sleepy form as you walk over to him.

“sorry, baby,” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you down onto his lap. “we didn't mean to wake you.” gojo, always the more animated one, lets out a soft sigh. the flicker of the laptop screen reflects in his eyes as he looks at you, “yeah, we're just... caught up in some work stuff.”

“no, you didn't wake me up,” you assure as you settle onto geto's lap, his arms wrap around your stomach, holding you close. the warmth of his touch brings comfort to your grogginess, and you lean back against his chest, savoring his presence.

gojo watches the two of you with a slightly envious expression before he shakes it off, returning his focus to the laptop. “it's just some last-minute paperwork we've been putting off.” geto shifts beneath you, adjusting his position to make you more comfortable, his hand tracing absentminded patterns along your side.

“why don’t you wake me up?” you mumble sleepily, your voice barely above a whisper as you open your eyes and glance around the coffee table. your eyes land on the collection of empty coffee mugs scattered across the table and the floor. a sigh escapes you as you shake your head. “i could’ve made you some tea… you know i told you not to drink too much coffee, it’s not good for you.”

gojo chuckles softly, the sound filling the room. “and risk disturbing your beauty sleep? not a chance.” geto's thumb pauses its gentle rubbing on your hip, and he lets out a soft sigh. “we didn't want to bother you. we knew you had a long day.” gojo hums in agreement as he continues typing on the laptop, “yeah, and you looked so peaceful. besides, we needed the caffeine to finish this paperwork.”

their words reach you through the haze of sleep, but you’re too tired to protest much. instead, you slowly fold your legs up, curling into a smaller ball on geto’s lap, your cheek resting against your knee. “but i don’t mind,” you mumble, your eyes slipping shut as you speak. “i want to take care of you too…” your voice trails off, fading into a whisper as the exhaustion finally overtakes you.

gojo glances at you, noticing the way your eyes close and your body relaxes against geto. a small smile forms on his lips, and he lets out a sigh.

“she's falling back asleep.”

geto's arms instinctively tighten around you, holding you close against him. he can't help but let out a soft chuckle as he watches you. “she's always looking out for us, even when she's half-asleep.”

as you surrender to your drowsiness, your body slumps against your legs, curled up and barely unconscious on geto's lap. both their gazes soften as they take in your sleepy form. gojo looks up from the laptop, a tender expression on his face, while suguru gently brushes back a strand of hair from your forehead.

“look at you, princess,“ gojo coos, his voice is soft and tender. “you're too damn cute,” gojo murmurs, his voice filled with affection. he reaches out, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. geto presses a soft kiss to your temple, gently stroking your arm. “look at her. she wants to take care of us so badly but can't even fight her sleepiness,” geto softly murmured.

as gojo and geto watch you sleep with their affectionate gazes, they can't help but admire your determination to look out for them, even when you're dead tired.

gojo can't resist whispering another compliment, a fond smile on his face. “yeah, she's always trying to take care of us, even when she's half-gone.” geto's hand gently runs through your hair, his touch gentle as he speaks. “it's endearing, really. she's so stubborn, even when her body's begging for rest.”

suddenly, as if their words stirred something in you, your eyes flutter open. “i’m up, i’m up,” you mumble, blinking rapidly as you try to shake off the fog of sleep. your voice is still thick with drowsiness, and for a moment, you struggle to fully grasp where you are, your thoughts hazy.

both gojo and geto can't help but chuckle at your sleepy state. they know you're still half-asleep, but you're trying so hard to stay awake. gojo reaches out and pats your head gently, his fingers combing through your hair. “hey there, sleepyhead. you don't have to force yourself, you know.”

geto's arm around you tightens, pulling you even closer against his chest, “yeah, it's late. you should be getting your rest.”

despite their words, you shake your head stubbornly, eyes barely open as you mumble, “no, i’m not sleepy.” your voice is weak, and it’s clear to them—and probably even to you—that you’re fighting a losing battle against sleep.

geto can’t help but smile at your determination, his hand resuming its gentle stroking through your hair. “is that so?” he asks softly, the tenderness in his voice is unmistakable. “yeah,” you insist, though it comes out more as a sleepy mumble, your head already starting to droop again. you are looking at them with your eyes wide open, trying not to let them close this time.

both geto and gojo exchange an amused glance, aware of your losing battle with sleep but entertained by your stubbornness. giggling, gojo gently pokes your cheek. “you're so cute trying to stay awake, princess.” geto chuckles and his hand continues to gently comb through your hair, his touch soothing. “yeah, you're about as convincing as a koala right now. there's no way you're not tired.”

despite their teasing, you muster enough energy to push yourself up from geto’s lap. your movements are slow and deliberate as you head towards the kitchen. “i’m going to make you some tea, okay?” you say, your voice still thick with sleep but carrying a hint of determination.

suguru watches you with a mixture of affection and concern. “love, you don’t have to do that,” he calls after you, but there’s a soft smile on his face.

gojo props his elbows on the coffee table and sighs as he watches you shuffle towards the kitchen behind them. his eyes are full of affection and mild concern for your determination to stay awake and make them some tea.

“what are we going to do with her?” gojo asks, turning his gaze to geto, a hint of amusement in his voice. “she can barely stand, but she's hell-bent on making us tea.”

you’re so focused on preparing the tea that you don’t catch their exchange. you turn on the stove to boil water, moving with a sleepy but purposeful efficiency. you pull out their favorite tea blends, carefully measuring and preparing them according to their preferences. geto with his chamomile tea and gojo with his green tea.

as you work, your movements are slow but deliberate, and you manage a small, sleepy smile as you think of how pleased they’ll be with the tea. despite their earlier concerns, you’re determined to show them your appreciation in your own way.

as you diligently prepare the tea, gojo and geto watch you intently, their eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and concern. they've always found you endearing when you're sleepy, but they also worry about your well-being. “she's so stubborn,” gojo mumbles, shaking his head. “look at her, still trying to make us tea even though she's half-asleep.”

geto chuckles softly, a fond smile on his face. “yeah, she's always determined to take care of us, even when she's exhausted.”

once everything is ready, you return to the living room with the tea, your eyes heavy with sleep but a satisfied look on your face. you hand the cups to gojo and geto. “here you go,” you say, your voice a bit tired but filled with love. “i made your favorites.”

gojo and geto receive their cups with a mixture of gratitude and affection. their eyes light up as they take in the familiar aroma of their favorite tea. sipping the hot liquid, they exchange a look, silently appreciating your thoughtfulness despite your sleep-deprived state.

“thank you, love,” gojo coos, his words soft and sincere. geto adds with a smile, “you didn't have to go through all this trouble. you should be resting, not making tea.”

you respond by gently ignoring their concerns, your focus entirely on taking care of them. you head back to the kitchen, determined to follow through on your plan. when you return, you’re carrying a selection of snacks and sweets, specifically chosen for gojo to give his brain a much-needed boost.

“here, baby,” you say softly as you set the treats down in front of him. “i brought you some sweets. your brain must be tired from overwork.” you lightly touch his head, a tender gesture filled with care.

turning to geto, you offer him his favorite snack with a warm smile. “i also brought you your favorite snack. you must be hungry doing all this work.” you caress his cheek gently, your touch soothing and affectionate.

gojo's eyes widen with surprise and a hint of pride at your thoughtfulness. knowing how you're always looking out for their well-being, he can't help but smile affectionately. “you're too good to me. thanks, princess,” he murmurs, patting your hand gently.

geto glances up at you, his heart swelling with tenderness as you present him with his favorite snack. the simple act of you taking the time to prepare something just for him sends a wave of warmth through his chest. “thank you, sweetheart,” he says affectionately, his voice filled with gratitude.

as you settle down on the floor, taking a seat between them, both men can't resist the urge to touch you. gojo drapes his arm around your shoulder, pulls you closer against his chest. his hand gently strokes your hair, his touch a soothing and affectionate gesture. geto, on the other hand, reaches out, his hand finding its place on your thigh. his grip is gentle but firm, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin, a subtle show of possessiveness.

gojo looks at you, his eyes filled with adoration and a hint of mischief. he can't help but tease, “how did we get so lucky to have someone like you who's so attentive?” geto chuckles quietly, a soft smile on his face as he gazes at you. “yeah, we must have done something right to deserve you.”

you can't help but grin sheepishly as gojo pokes fun, the exhaustion evident on your face a stark contrast to the twinkle in your eyes. “or maybe i'm just a sucker for two handsome men,” you reply with a tired shrug, leaning into gojo's embrace. geto laughs softly at your response, his hand continuing its gentle tracing on your thigh. he shakes his head slightly, the fondness in his eyes evident.

gojo's arm tightens around you as you lean against him, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. his fingers tangle idly in your hair, the simple touch seemingly soothing to him as much as it is to you. “you're adorable, babe,” he teases, gently poking your cheek. “but we're the ones who really landed the jackpot here.” geto, ever the softer one, leans in to press a kiss to your temple. “you're too good to us,” he murmurs, the admiration in his voice unmistakable.

you let out a contented sigh, feeling the warmth of their affection. “if you need anything,” you say, your voice is still carrying a hint of sleepiness, “just tell me. i’ve still got some tea left if you want more.”

gojo's hand stops messing with your hair for a moment, and he glances down at you with a small smile. “you're too sweet, princess. but you should be the one resting, not us.” geto, never one to deny your care, chimes in with a nod. “he's right, baby. we appreciate it, but you need your beauty sleep more than we need more tea.”

you pout slightly, feeling a mix of frustration and affection. “why do you always won’t let me take care of you?” you ask, your voice carrying a hint of playful exasperation.

both men chuckle at your pout, unable to resist the cute, sleepy expression on your face. gojo pokes your cheek with a finger, a teasing smile on his lips. “oh, we do like it when you take care of us, princess. but we also want to take care of you, you know. but because it's our job to take care of you, princess, not the other way around.”

geto's hand on your thigh gives a gentle squeeze, his tone soft and affectionate. “you're always looking out for us. sometimes we just want to return the favor.” you look at gojo with a slightly wrinkled forehead, your eyes showing a mix of stubbornness and affection. “no, it’s a two-way street. we’re taking care of each other. doesn’t matter if i’m sleepy or not,” you insist, your voice firm but filled with warmth.

both men can't help but smile at your determination, finding your stubbornness endearing even in your sleepy state. gojo's finger pokes your forehead lightly, but his gaze is affectionate. “you really are too stubborn for your own good, princess.” geto's hand tightens slightly on your thigh, a silent display of affection. “we know it's a two-way street, but we also know you're tired. we can't help but worry about you when you're like this.”

you look up at them with pleading eyes, your voice taking on a softer tone. “please?” you ask, your gaze is earnest. “do i have to beg just because i want to take care of my boyfriends?”

gojo and geto exchange a look, their resolve weakening at your pleading eyes. neither can resist when you give them that look, knowing full well that you're pulling at their heartstrings. gojo lets out a dramatic sigh, his shoulders sagging. “ah, you know we can't say no when you look at us like that. alright, alright. we'll let you take care of us, princess.” geto chuckles, his expression fond. “you don't have to beg, sweetheart. we were just worried about you.”

you respond with a playful smirk, “well, maybe if you two just let me take care of you instead of worrying too much and trying to get me to sleep, your work might be almost done by now and we can go to sleep much faster.”

both men look at you with a mixture of amusement and affection. they know you have a point, but neither can resist the urge to tease you. gojo shakes his head, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “oh, so now you're telling us how to do our job, huh?” geto chuckles quietly, his hand gently squeezing your thigh again, “are you trying to boss us around, princess?”

you laugh a little, maintaining your bossy expression. “damn right i am,” you reply with a playful wink. “now go back to work, you peasants.”

both men can't help but chuckle at your feisty response, finding it endearing even as you try to act in charge. gojo pretends to pout, throwing one arm over his eyes in an exaggerated display of mock despair. “ah, how could you be so cruel, princess? treating us like lowly peasants.” geto can't resist joining in, feigning a melodramatic sigh. “oh, the injustice of it all. we're simply trying to look out for you, and here you are, commanding us like servants.”

despite their theatrics, both men are obviously amused by your playful banter. they know you're just being cheeky, and they can't help but find it endearing. gojo lowers his hand just enough to peer at you through his fingers, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. he speaks in a mock-whine, his voice exaggerated, “please, princess. have mercy. we'll do whatever you say, just spare us from your wrath.”

geto mirrors gojo's expression, his hand leaving your thigh to dramatically clutch his heart. he joins in the playful theatrics, his voice equally melodramatic. “we're but humble serfs in your presence,” he says, his eyes filled with mock pleading, “we beg you, princess, to be merciful and spare us the agony of your commands.”

gojo's lips twitch in amusement at geto's exaggerated plea. he leans in closer to you, his arm still draped over his eyes. “yeah, what he said. we'll do anything, just don't make us do any more work.”

geto chimes in next to you, his expression softening as he looks at you. “we'll bend to your every whim, just don't work yourself to exhaustion trying to take care of us.” you raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk on your lips. “oh, really? well, if you’re going to be so accommodating, i might just have to start making some demands,” you tease, your tone sassy.

you lean in closer, giving them a mischievous grin. “first order of business: take a break and let me take care of you both properly. no more excuses.”

both men share an amused glance, their expressions equal parts playful and fond. they exchange a silent look, wordlessly agreeing to give in to your demands. gojo dramatically sighs, removing his arm from his eyes to look at you with mock resignation. “ah, you drive a hard bargain, princess. but if it's your command, who are we to resist.” geto chuckles softly, his hand once again resting on your thigh. “looks like you've got us whipped, sweetheart.”

gojo flops back against the couch cushions with exaggerated exhaustion. “so what's your plan, then? gonna give us a foot massage or something?” geto settles back into the couch, his arm still around you. he plays along, feigning a pitiful expression. “yeah, we're worn out from all the hard work. we could use some pampering from a pretty lady like you.”

you roll your eyes, a playful smirk on your lips. “please, you're not fooling anyone with that act. i know you both just want to keep me awake so you can enjoy me being clingy. but fine, i'll play along. foot massage it is.” you get to your feet and position yourself in front of them, a mock-authoritative look on your face as you gesture for them to present their feet.

gojo let's out a dramatic groan as if the thought of a foot massage was physically painful, but his eyes are glittering with amusement. “oh, my poor aching feet. how will i ever survive such torture?” geto can't help but grin at your authoritative demeanor, his eyes flicking between you and gojo. he plays along, pretending to be reluctant as he lifts his foot, placing it on your lap. “oh, how awful. i guess we have no choice but to submit to your foot massage torment.”

as you start the foot massage, gojo pretends to wince and moan as if you're inflicting terrible pain on his feet. “oh, the agony! i can't handle this torture any longer!” next to him, geto struggles to hold back laughter as he pretends to suffer through the ‘torment’. he puts on his best pained expression, wincing and groaning exaggeratedly. “oh, princess, you're going to break us with this painful pampering! we can't handle it!”

you struggle to keep a straight face as both men act like overgrown toddlers, pretending to suffer through the mild discomfort of a foot massage. gojo continues to exaggerately moan and groan, his head thrown back against the couch cushions. “oh, the horror! you're truly a devil in disguise, princess!”

geto, never one to be outdone, joins in, his expression filled with mock suffering as he pretends to wriggle in pain. “oh, how cruel you are! making us endure such torturous pampering!” you try to stifle your laughter, struggling to keep a straight face as both men exaggerate their discomfort with playful theatrics. their dramatic reactions only make it harder for you to stay serious.

“oh, the poor things,” you say with a mock sympathetic tone, barely able to hold back your laughter. “i guess you’re just too delicate for a little pampering. i’ll try to be more merciful next time.” you continue the foot massage with a grin, clearly enjoying their playful responses and the way they’re letting their guard down for your amusement.

both men can't help but break character as you respond with playful sarcasm, their over-the-top expressions breaking into wide grins. gojo's dramatic moans become chuckles as he looks at you, his eyes filled with amusement. “oh, dear, how could you be so harsh with us?” geto's exaggerated winces transform into a smile as he laughs, clearly enjoying the banter. “yeah, we're clearly too delicate for your ruthless pampering. we plead for mercy, princess.”

you burst into laughter, unable to contain your amusement as both men break character and their exaggerated expressions turn into genuine smiles. “oh, really?” you tease, still laughing. “you two are such drama queens! i guess i’ll have to rethink my strategy for torturing you with my pampering.” you give them a playful wink, clearly enjoying the light-hearted moment and the way they’re embracing the fun.

gojo lets out a mock gasp, feigning offense at your playful accusation. “drama queens? us? we are the epitome of dignity and composure.” geto nods in agreement, unable to hold back his own laughter. “yeah, how dare you imply we're anything but the epitome of stoicism and seriousness.” but their attempts to keep up the act are undermined by the grins on their faces, their eyes filled with mirth. it's clear they're enjoying every second of your playful banter.

you snort, clearly amused by their exaggerated attempts at maintaining their act. “oh, of course, the epitome of dignity and composure,” you say with a teasing tone, rolling your eyes playfully. “i’ll be sure to remember that next time.” you continue the foot massage, your grin widening as you enjoy the banter and their clear enjoyment of the playful exchange.

gojo pretends to straighten his non-existent tie, putting on his most serious expression. “that's right, we are the very picture of gravitas and seriousness.” geto adds, feigning a dignified nod. “indeed, we carry ourselves with the utmost dignity and composure at all times.”

as you continue the foot massage, both men struggle to maintain their serious faces, their eyes sparkling with mirth. it's clear they're loving every second of the banter, their laughter bubbling just beneath the surface. you raise an eyebrow, your lips curling into a playful smirk. “yeah?” you ask, your tone teasing.

before they can react further, you give a dramatic pause and then pull at the hair on their legs, eliciting the most exaggerated, girly screams of hurt from both men.

both gojo and geto's acting falls apart entirely at your unexpected action, their fake serious expressions giving way to surprised squeals as you yank the hair on their legs.

gojo lets out a high-pitched gasp of pain, his hand clutching his leg as if you've inflicted a terrible injury. “OWW! WHAT THE HELL, PRINCESS?” geto's reaction is equally dramatic, his voice reaching a pitch he didn't know he could reach. “AAHH! OUCH! THAT HURTS!”

you burst into laughter at their over-the-top reactions, the sound of their surprised squeals and dramatic exclamations only making your amusement grow. “wow, you two really can’t handle a little hair tug, huh?” you tease, still laughing. “i didn’t think you’d react like that. maybe i should’ve been gentler!” you continue to chuckle, clearly enjoying the playful chaos and the way they’re both struggling to regain their composure.

both men glare at you, their expressions a mix of exaggerated pain and mock outrage. gojo grumbles dramatically, his hand still gripping his leg as if in agony. “that was not a 'little hair tug' that was a brutal assault on my very being. you're heartless, princess.” geto nods in agreement, his voice filled with feigned hurt. “yeah, you could've warned us! we're sensitive, you know. a little gentleness would be appreciated.”

you continue to chuckle, unable to keep a straight face as both men maintain their mockingly hurt expressions. the sight of them pretending to be fragile and delicate is nothing short of hilarious. “oh, come on, you big babies," you tease, your grin widening. "that was hardly a brutal assault. a little hair tug shouldn't have you both acting like i just ripped out a limb."

both men continue to pout, feigning hurt feelings as they pretend to wince in pain. gojo shakes his head dramatically, his tone overly dramatic. “oh, princess, you clearly underestimate the sensitivity of our delicate skin. that tug will leave emotional scars that may never heal.”

geto joins in, his voice filled with mock horror, “yeah, we'll forever carry the trauma of your reckless tug. we may never be the same again.” you can't help but laugh, their theatrical dramatics only adding to the amusement. “oh, please,” you say, still chuckling. “do you two need me to fetch some tissues for your nonexistent tears? or should i call in a group therapy session for the hair trauma? you're both being overdramatic, and you know it.”

both men maintain their exaggerated pouts, refusing to let the act drop. gojo huffs dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest. “tissues aren't going to cut it, princess. we need a full-on recovery plan. this is a matter of emotional and psychological trauma we're talking about.” geto nods in agreement, his expression still feigning hurt. “yeah, you clearly underestimate the extent of the damage you've caused. we're fragile souls, you know. we need TLC and gentle care to heal properly.”

you roll your eyes, suppressing a grin at their continued dramatic performance. “alright, alright,” you say with a sigh of mock resignation. “here, let me kiss it better.”

both men's expressions immediately switch from exaggerated pain to eagerness, their wounded pride suddenly forgotten. gojo's eyes light up, his voice suddenly hopeful. “oh, princess, you're so kind and generous. please, kiss it better. we can't possibly recover without your healing touch.” geto nods in agreement, a hint of a smile on his lips. “yeah, princess, your kisses are the only cure for our hair trauma. we need your tender affection to mend our fragile egos.”

you lean in and press a gentle kiss to their legs, playing along with their act but clearly enjoying the fun. “there, all better. now can we get back to actually relaxing?”

both men let out exaggerated sighs of relief as you kiss their legs. gojo grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “ah, your kiss has worked a miracle, princess. we're miraculously cured now.” geto laughs softly, also enjoying the playful banter. “yeah, who knew your kisses could have healing powers? we feel like brand new men now.”

gojo pretends to inspect his leg, checking whether the ‘trauma’ has been healed. “you know, princess, that was a pretty impressive kiss. maybe you should consider a career as a hair trauma specialist.” geto nods in agreement, a playful smile on his lips. “yeah, that healing touch of yours is quite something. maybe we should make you a permanent part of our self-care routine.”

gojo pretends to inspect his leg, checking whether the "trauma" has been healed. his eyes gleaming with a devilish glint. “you know, princess, since your kisses have such miraculous healing powers, now we're thinking of other parts that need your special touch.”

geto catches on to his suggestive tone, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “yeah, princess, we have some other... sensitive areas that could use your attention.”

you can't help but chuckle as both men begin to hint at their ‘sensitive areas’ that need your attention. you playfully play along, raising an eyebrow. “oh, really? and which 'sensitive areas' might those be, hm?”

gojo pretends to think deeply for a moment, then gestures to his chest. “well, my chest, obviously. it's feeling quite neglected and in desperate need of your touch.” you grab a pillow from the couch and place it on the carpet floor, patting it invitingly. “lay here, then. let me take a look at that sensitive area.”

you lie on your side next to the pillow, propping yourself up on your elbow and giving them an amused look. “i’ll see what i can do about your ‘neglect’.”

gojo grins, clearly pleased with your directness and eagerness to play along. he quickly positions himself on the pillow, lying down next to you. he looks up at you with a playful smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “oh, princess, i have full confidence in your ability to take care of my neglect. i'm all yours to tend to.”

you clear your throat, trying to adopt a serious expression despite the playful glint in your eyes. you place your finger on his chest and start making slow, deliberate circles on his clothes, pretending to focus intently on the “sensitive area.”

“alright, let’s assess the situation here,” you say in a mock-serious tone. “we need to make sure we address this ‘neglect’ properly.” you continue your circles with exaggerated care, enjoying the playful moment and the way gojo’s mischievous smile never fades.

gojo follows along with your act, pretending to be a serious and patient patient. his eyes never leave your face as you make your pretend “medical inspection”. he grins widely at your mock-professional tone, clearly enjoying the playful role-play. “oh, for sure. we need to tackle this neglect head-on. please, princess, don't hold back. whatever it takes to heal this sensitive chest area of mine.”

you lean down and press a gentle kiss to his chest, your lips brushing lightly against his clothes. you maintain your mock-professional demeanor as you pull back with a playful smile. “there, all done,” you say, your tone both teasing and affectionate. “i’m sure that kisses will do wonders for your ‘sensitive area.’”

gojo grins wider as you kiss his chest, clearly very amused by this little game. he plays along, pretending to be completely satisfied. “oh, princess, you're a miracle worker. that kiss was exactly what i needed to cure my neglect. i can feel that sensitive area coming back to life already.”

he reaches up to poke your nose playfully, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “you truly have magic in those lips, you know that?” you hum with satisfaction and turn your attention to geto, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “what about you, big boy?” you ask, your tone playful and teasing.

you pat the spot next to you on the pillow, giving him an inviting smile. “ready for your turn? I promise to handle your ‘sensitive area’ with the same care.” you wait for his response, clearly enjoying the playful role reversal and the way both men are fully immersed in the fun.

geto grins at your playful invitation, his eyes sparkling in anticipation. he moves closer and takes the spot next to you on the pillow, positioning himself in a mirrored pose to gojo.

“oh, princess, i'm honored to be the second patient on your agenda. i hope you'll treat my 'sensitive area' as well as you did gojo's.” he looks at you expectantly, his playfulness never faltering.

you turn around to face geto, giving gojo your back as he props himself up on one elbow, watching the scene with interest. you furrow your eyebrows, adopting a mock-serious expression.

“alright, let’s see here,” you say, your tone is professional as you pretend to examine geto. your eyes land on his lips, and you point to them with a dramatic flourish. “i assume this is your sensitive area, am i correct?” you look at geto with an amused glint in your eye, clearly enjoying the playful role-play and the way he’s playing along with the game.

geto's lips twitch with suppressed laughter as you point to his lips and declare them his “sensitive area”, finding your over-the-top professional pose ridiculously amusing. but, being the good sport he is, he plays along. he nods seriously, acting as if you've just made a groundbreaking diagnosis.

“yes, princess, my lips are indeed my most sensitive area. they require delicate, and perhaps... frequent attention.” you nod with a mock-serious expression, “let me heal you, my dear patient,” and lean down to give him a tender kiss. you cup his cheek gently as you kiss him, your touch soft and affectionate. even while lying on your side, you manage to make the moment feel intimate and caring, adding to the playful charm of the role-play.

geto lets out a soft sigh as you give him the tender kiss, his eyes flickering closed as he savors the feel of your touch. your gentle gesture and the way you kiss him makes his heart flutter, even though he knows it's all pretense.

when you pull back, he looks at you with a soft, affectionate smile, pretending to be fully healed. “oh, princess, that kiss was just what i needed. my lips feel completely healed now. can i consider myself in complete recovery now?”

you smile warmly at geto’s response, clearly pleased with his playful acceptance of your ‘treatment.’ “I’m glad to hear that, my dear patient,” you say with a teasing tone. “yes, you’re officially in complete recovery.”

you lean in and give him one last, gentle peck on the cheek. “feel free to rest up now. and remember, if you need any more ‘treatment,’ just let me know.” you give him a reassuring smile, enjoying the playful moment and the affectionate exchange.

geto grins widely at your response, clearly enjoying the playful way you're treating him. he plays along, pretending to be utterly relaxed and at ease. “oh, princess, i feel like a new man now. I shall rest my weary self as you have instructed. and be assured, if i feel the need for more 'treatment', you'll be the first one i come to.” he leans in and returns your cheek kiss, adding a little extra intimacy to the playful act.

gojo watches with a mock pout from over your shoulder, clearly feeling left out. he groans dramatically, “hey, what about me? i only got a kiss on my chest! i’m still in need of some princess-level treatment.” you turn around as he gives you a pleading look, clearly enjoying the playful banter but also genuinely wanting a bit more affection.

you chuckle, seeing gojo's mock pout and hearing his exaggerated groans. you turn around to face him, your expression playful yet also affectionate. “oh, my dramatic patient, don't worry. i didn't forget about you. i just had to attend to geto's 'sensitive area' first.” you pat his chest lightly, your touch playful yet tender, “but your turn is coming.”

you lay down on your back, resting your head on geto's arm as a pillow. with a contented sigh, you glance over at gojo, who is watching you with eager anticipation.

“see? i’m making sure everyone gets their fair share of attention,” you say with a playful smile. “now, let’s make sure your ‘sensitive area’ gets the treatment it deserves.” you extend your arm toward gojo, inviting him closer for his turn, ready to continue the playful game and give him the affection he’s been waiting for.

gojo grins widely at your invitation, his playful and eager expression making it clear that he's very much looking forward to his “treatment.” he moves closer, positioning himself next to you on the pillow, as you continue to lie sandwiched between the two men like a princess being pampered by her loyal subjects. gojo looks at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement, “oh, princess, I'm ready for my treatment. i've been anxiously waiting for your tender touch.”

you drape your hand around gojo’s shoulder, pulling him closer as he positions himself on his stomach beside you, his body resting slightly on top of you. you cup his cheek gently, looking into his eyes with a soft, affectionate gaze. “let me take care of you too,” you say softly. “you’ve been so patient. now, let me heal you too.” you lean in and place a tender kiss on his lips making sure he feels the same warmth and affection that you’ve shown to geto.

gojo sighs softly as you pull him closer, his body pressed against yours in a position that feels both intimate and safe. he melts into your touch as you cup his cheek, his eyes locking with yours in a moment of tenderness and vulnerability.

as you lean in to kiss him, he closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of your lips on his. he responds to your kiss with equal softness, his own lips moving against yours in a gentle and affectionate exchange. for a moment, the playful banter of earlier is replaced with a quiet sweetness.

your nose brushes against each other as the kiss deepens, gojo's hand on your hip gently tightens, the feel of his strong, calloused fingers on your soft flesh a subtle but undeniable expression of his affection and desire for you.

he shifts slightly, his body pressing a little closer to yours. his lips move against yours with a mixture of tenderness and a hint of neediness, his tongue briefly tracing the contour of your mouth in a silent plea for more.

as the kiss continues, gojo's hand on your hip begins to move, gently tracing a path up and down your side in a slow, caressing motion. each light touch seems to send a shiver through your body, an intimate and affectionate connection that speaks volumes without words.

he breaks the kiss briefly, gasping for air (he's much less adept at controlling his breathing than geto), before claiming your lips again in another possessive, but tender, kiss.

geto watches the intimate moment between you and gojo, his eyes flickering with a mix of affection and a hint of playful envy. he smiles softly as he sees the way your bodies are pressed together, the way your lips move against gojo's in a tender yet passionate exchange.

he reaches down and lightly brushes your hair, as if to gently remind you of his presence while also expressing a silent request for you to not forget him in the moment.

geto, watching the intimate moment unfold, feels a mix of amusement and protectiveness. he gently pushes gojo away, his tone playful but firm with a little bit of envy. “alright, man, stop hogging her.”

gojo breaks away from the kiss with a playful, albeit reluctant, pout, clearly not happy at being interrupted by geto's ‘gentle’ push. he glances over his shoulder at his friend, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“oh, suguru, we were just getting good,” he protests, a hint of annoyance in his voice, but also a playful hint of competition, “can't you let me have my moment with the princess in peace?”

geto merely chuckles in response to gojo's pout and protest, his grin widening as he relishes the competition and playful banter. he gently wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer against him.

“oh, come on, satoru, i'm not going to let you hog all the princess' time and attention now. she has two handsome, injured patients to tend to, remember?” geto teases, his touch on your shoulder affectionate and tender. you roll your eyes playfully at their antics, a smile tugging at your lips despite the mock annoyance. “alright, alright, you two. i guess I’ll just have to split my time and attention equally between my ‘handsome patients’ then.”

you settle back comfortably, leaning into geto’s embrace while reaching out a hand to gently touch gojo’s arm, signaling that you’re still here for both of them, balancing the affection with ease. “come here,” you tell the man, signaling him to lay beside you properly.

gojo's grin widens at your playful eye-roll and mock annoyance, clearly enjoying the banter with both you and geto. when you reach out a hand to touch his arm, he responds immediately, leaning into your touch with a soft smile.

when you call him to lay beside you, a playful glimmer sparks in his eye. he moves to settle in beside you, stretching out comfortably on the pillow, his body close enough for his arm to still occasionally brush against yours or geto's.

you let out a content sigh, gazing up at the ceiling as the three of you lie on the carpet. “this is nice,” you speak softly, your voice sincere and unguarded. “i could get used to this.” geto hums in agreement, his body warm against you as he holds you close. “i have to agree,” he says quietly, a soft smile on his lips. “there's something soothing about just lying here like this, together. no missions, no responsibilities— just the three of us.”

gojo echoes geto's sentiment, nodding slightly as his fingers absently trace lazy patterns on your arm. “yeah, princess, this is... surprisingly nice,” he murmurs, his voice unusually soft and gentle.

the room falls into a comfortable, companionable silence, the only sounds being the soft breathing and occasional rustle of movement on the carpet as you all adjust your positions to bask in the peaceful moment.

after a while, geto's fingers begin to idly play with strands of your hair, and gojo reaches out to intertwine his fingers with yours, both men quietly seeking a bit more contact and connection with you. you can almost feel the tension in both men slowly melting away as you all lie together, a comfortable silence enveloping the room, broken only by the sound of your steady breaths and occasional light touches.

it's as if the playful banter and competition have given way to a moment of peaceful respite. a comfortable, intimate moment to simply enjoy each other's company, away from the chaos and demands of their lives as jujutsu sorcerers.

the three of you continue to remain in that comfortable, intimate moment, the passing minutes marked by the gentle movements of hair being played with, fingers intertwined, or arms casually resting against each other.

gojo breaks the silence after a while, his voice soft and contemplative. “princess,” he murmurs, his tone unusually serious and thoughtful, “can I ask you something?”

“hum?” you hummed softly.

gojo's gaze is fixed on the ceiling as he contemplates his words, his fingers still gently intertwined with yours. the seriousness in his tone indicates that he's about to ask a question that requires a thoughtful response.

“can i ask... how would you describe us?” he asks after a pause, his voice unusually soft and vulnerable, “the three of us... what are we, to you?” you fall silent for a moment, your eyes still focused on the ceiling above. a soft smile forms on your lips as you reflect on gojo's question.

“did you know about the old poem that says, ‘speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life?’”you ask gently, your voice carrying a touch of love for them.

“that's how i feel about you,” you add quietly, the depth of your emotion clear in your tone even though you're not looking directly at them.

your words hang in the air for a moment, the quiet honesty in your response touching both men deeply. geto's grip on your shoulder tightens slightly, as if he's silently expressing his own emotions as he listens intently.

gojo's fingers tighten around yours as well, a subtle indication of the impact your words have on him. he's uncharacteristically silent, processing your response. when he finally finds his voice, it's unusually soft and vulnerable. “does that mean... we make you feel alive?” he asks, the faintest hint of insecurity in his question.

you turn to gojo for a brief moment, a soft, genuine smile on your lips, before your gaze returns to the ceiling.

“i love you like that,” you say softly, “i’m happy.” your words carry a depth of emotion, revealing just how much they mean to you and how they have enriched your life.

gojo's breath hitches slightly as your gaze meets his for a brief moment and then returns to the ceiling. your words— “i love you like that, i’m happy”— fill him with a heady mixture of emotion. he's clearly taken aback, not expecting such a heartfelt and powerful response. most people think it might be the most basic and simple answer, but not for him, god, not for them.

beside you, geto's grip on your shoulder tightens even more, a silent affirmation of his own feelings. he can practically feel the emotion radiating off gojo in waves.

the silence in the room is deafening, each of you lost in your own thoughts and feelings, both men seemingly affected by your response in different ways. gojo is unusually quiet, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, while geto can't bring himself to speak, the intensity of the moment leaving him temporarily speechless.

after what feels like an eternity, gojo finally breaks the silence, swallowing hard before he mutters. “you mean that, princess?” his voice is low and laced with insecurity, a rarity for him.

you nod, the motion is small but sure, and your voice comes out as a soft whisper, “every single word.” the sincerity in your tone leaves no room for doubt. the simple gesture of your nod and the sincerity in your voice are like a balm to gojo's soul. a visible wave of relief seems to wash over him, his tensed shoulders relaxing slightly as your confirmation sinks in.

he swallows again, his throat bobbing as he stares up at the ceiling, his usual bravado replaced by a more vulnerable side. “thank you,” he whispers gruffly, the depth of his emotions apparent in his voice.

geto, sensing the emotional shift in gojo, finally speaks up. his voice is low and soothing, a comforting presence in the room. “you've got a way with words, princess,” he murmurs, a hint of admiration in his tone, “and you say exactly what we need to hear.” he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze, adding just a little bit more tenderness to the moment.

you turn your head slightly towards geto, your voice gentle but firm. “i’m not saying it just because it’s what you want to hear,” you say, your gaze drifting back to the ceiling. “i said it because that’s how i feel.”

your words hang in the air, heavy with sincerity, and both men seem to take a moment to absorb the depth of your emotions. your words seem to have a profound effect on both men, gojo especially. his grip on your hand tightens slightly, as if he's silently seeking reassurance.

geto, meanwhile, lets out a soft hum, the sound echoing with contentment. he brings his other hand up to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, a silent gesture of affection.

“we know,” geto says quietly, his fingers lingering on your cheek for a moment before returning to your shoulder, “and that's what makes it even more meaningful.” another stretch of silence follows, the atmosphere in the room now weighted with a mixture of contentment, vulnerability, and affection. gojo finally speaks up again, his voice still gruff but no longer insecure.

“princess?” he murmurs, his gaze shifting to you, “can i ask you something else?”

your smile widens, warmth spreading through you at the sound of gojo’s voice, a mix of curiosity and vulnerability. without shifting your gaze from the ceiling, you let out a soft, amused breath. gojo and his endless questions.

“sure, baby,” you respond gently, your voice tender and reassuring. you know whatever he asks next will be met with the same honesty, the same love, because that’s what the three of you share—something real, something worth every word spoken.

gojo grins slightly at your amusement, clearly aware that he does indeed have a penchant for endless questions— he just can't help himself. the nickname “baby” also doesn’t go unnoticed, his heart swelling with affection for you.

he swallows, his throat suddenly dry. “this might be a big question,” he warns, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “but... are we...” he hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to phrase his question. geto, sensing the significance of the moment, also perks up, his gaze shifting subtly between you and gojo. he remains quiet, but his arm around your shoulders tightens just a tiny bit, silently expressing his curiosity.

gojo continues, his voice is still low and tentative. “are we... exclusive?” he finally manages to get the question out, his eyes darting over to you, searching your face for your reaction.

you can’t help the soft laugh that escapes your lips, the sheer innocence and absurdity of gojo’s question catching you off guard. the corners of your mouth twitch as you hold back a wider grin, finding his uncertainty oddly endearing.

turning your head slightly, you finally meet his gaze, your eyes twinkling with affection and amusement. “i don't know, baby,” you reply, your tone gentle yet teasing, “we've been dating for four years and living together for three years… why don't you tell me?”

geto scoffs quietly at gojo’s question, shaking his head with a small, amused smile, but he doesn’t say anything, letting your response stand on its own. it’s a moment that’s both lighthearted and deeply reassuring, a reminder of the bond you all share.

gojo's cheeks flush slightly at your teasing response, his expression a mix of embarrassment and sheepish amusement. he's clearly aware of how obvious the answer to his question should be, but in the moment, he wanted to hear the words from you.

he groans lightly, running a hand through his messy hair and chuckling sheepishly. “alright, princess, that was a dumb question, i'll admit it,” he concedes. he glances at geto, a hint of defensiveness in his tone, “give me a break, man. i'm not exactly an expert at this whole commitment thing.”

geto's smile widens, his eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and smugness, as he watches the exchange between you and gojo. “i would say you've done alright so far,” he teases lightly, his voice filled with humor.

he gives your shoulder another squeeze, clearly enjoying the playful banter, his body still pressed warmly against yours. he chimes in, trying to lighten the mood even further. “yeah, princess, you should give the poor man a break. after all, it's a miracle he's managed to keep a relationship together for this long.”

you chuckle softly, your eyes twinkling with amusement as you watch gojo's reaction. “oh, you need to be more exclusive? how about getting married?” you tease gently, a playful edge to your voice, without realizing you just putting an idea inside their heads.

gojo's eyes widen comically, his mouth hanging open for a brief moment as if he's processing your words. you can practically see the wheels turning in his brain, his mind already contemplating the idea.

geto, on the other hand, seems visibly surprised by your suggestion, his grip on your shoulder tightening momentarily as he processes the possibility. both men remain silent, their minds clearly contemplating the idea of marriage that you’ve just proposed.

you notice gojo's eyes widening and his cheeks flushing, and you can’t help but find his flustered response endearing. “don’t worry, baby,” you add with a soft smile, “i was just teasing. but if you ever want to make it official, you know where to find me.”

you were just teasing, sure, but them? their brains already start overworking from thinking to make you their wives. gojo lets out a relieved breath, visibly relaxing slightly at the realization that you were only teasing. but the idea of marriage is still swirling in his head, the thought of you as his wife making his heart flutter.

geto, meanwhile, is also clearly affected by your words. he seems lost in thought, his gaze fixed on nowhere in particular as he ponders the possibility.

both men exchange a discreet glance at your last remark, a silent conversation passing between them, filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation

after a moment of silent communication between geto and gojo, the latter finally speaks up, clearing his throat. “princess,” he murmurs, his voice a bit raspier than usual, “hypothetically speaking, if i— we wanted to make this official...” he trails off, his eyes meeting yours, a flicker of vulnerability visible in his gaze.

geto grins lazily, clearly enjoying the direction this conversation is taking. he leans his chin on your shoulder, his lips hovering near your ear. “yeah, hypothetically,” he adds quietly, his tone laced with anticipation.

gojo’s lips twitch with a hint of uncertainty, his heart beating faster as he contemplates the next words coming out of his mouth.

“do you...” he hesitates, swallowing hard when his voice breaks slightly. he takes a deep breath, steeling himself to just ask the damn question. “do you think you'd ever want to... marry us?” he finally gets the question out, his gaze fixed on yours, awaiting your response. geto's grip on you tightens, silently signaling his agreement and added curiosity.

you look at both men, your smile growing even wider as you take in their anxious expressions. “yes,” you reply, your voice warm and sincere. “hypothetically,” you add with a teasing hint, but the truth in your words is unmistakable.

gojo and geto both let out a sigh of relief at your response, their shoulders relaxing as the tension in the room dissolves into a palpable excitement.

gojo's heart thumps heavily in his chest, still processing the fact that you’ve not only just agreed to a hypothetical marriage, but you’ve also done so with such an open heart.

geto, on the other hand, grins widely, his hand moving from your shoulder to gently trace patterns along your arm. “hypothetically,” he whispers in your ear, “you're going to be stuck with us forever.”

you smile contentedly, gazing at the ceiling as you absorb the warmth of the moment. “hypothetically, i’ll be happier than ever,” you reply softly, your voice filled with genuine affection and anticipation.

gojo and geto share a glance, both visibly pleased by your words. gojo then lets out a soft huff, a mixture of anticipation and excitement laced in his voice.

“hypothetically, we should start planning.”

geto nods in agreement, his hand coming to rest on your stomach, his thumb idly stroking your skin. “hypothetically, yeah. the sooner, the better.” you chuckle softly, your eyes twinkling with playful mischief. “hypothetically, you should propose to me properly,” you tease, enjoying the light-heartedness of the moment.

both of them chuckle in response, the atmosphere turning even more lighter and flirty. “hypothetically,” gojo counters, a roguish grin on his lips, “what if we just jump straight to eloping?” geto scoffs playfully, “hypothetically, don’t listen to him. we’re definitely doing things properly.”

gojo pouts slightly, feigning disappointment. not because he doesn't think that you don't deserve a proper proposal, but the thought of you being his wife? yeah, he is just getting impatient each second and he feels like he can't wait any longer.

“hypothetically, where’s the fun in that?” he asks jokingly. geto grins, shaking his head at gojo’s antics. “hypothetically, she deserves more than just a rushed elopement, you know.” of course, gojo satoru knows that, but geto also knows that gojo is already planning a whole proposal speech, the venue, the flowers, everything, he just love teasing his boyfriend.

gojo rolls his eyes, clearly enjoying the banter. “hypothetically, can’t i just pull out a ring right now and propose?” geto laughs, clearly amused by the idea, “hypothetically, do it then, coward.”

gojo bristles slightly at geto’s challenge, his competitive nature now provoked. “hypothetically, watch me,” he retorts, his eyes narrowing mischievously. geto grins even wider, clearly enjoying the exchange, “hypothetically, i’m waiting.” gojo stares at you for a moment, contemplating going through with the hypothetical proposal.

you look at gojo with a playful smile, wiggling your eyebrows encouragingly. “hypothetically, well, come on then,” you tease, “show me what you’ve got.”

gojo grins at your response, his confidence now fully reignited. he clears his throat and sits up, get on one knee in a dramatic fashion. “hypothetically,” he begins, his voice suddenly serious, “princess, the light of our lives... i have a question for you.” geto, who’s watching the scene unfolding with much anticipation, smirks, leaning his head on his hand as he watches gojo intently.

you chuckle softly at gojo's dramatic setup, thoroughly amused by his ‘hypothetical’ proposal. “hypothetically, i have the answer,” you tease, your smile widening as you prepare to hear his grand gesture.

gojo grins, clearly feeding off your playfulness. he takes a brief moment to gather his thoughts, looking uncharacteristically nervous for someone who’s only hypothetically proposing. “hypothetically,” he continues, his voice only slightly shaky, “would you do me the honor of marrying me?” geto, still observing silently, raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed by gojo’s ability to be genuine and dramatic at the same time.

you smile widely, your eyes twinkling with affection as you respond. “hypothetically, yes, i would,” you say softly, your tone filled with warmth and sincerity. your hand gently rests on gojo’s, as if sealing the hypothetical promise with a touch.

gojo's heart soars at your response, a wide grin overtaking his features. he laces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand gently in return.

geto, having observed the entire exchange, can’t help but chuckle quietly. “hypothetically,” he chimes in, his tone laced with amusement, “that was more romantic than i was expecting from this idiot.” gojo glares slightly at geto but then grins sheepishly.

“hypothetically,” gojo retorts, “i can be romantic when i want to be.” geto scoffs lightly, shaking his head in amused disbelief, “hypothetically, no one’s going to believe that after seeing how you act every day.” gojo rolls his eyes but can’t deny the truth in geto’s words. he turns his attention back to you. “hypothetically, you were impressed though, right princess?”

you smile playfully, enjoying the banter between geto and gojo. “hypothetically, i'm always impressed by you, baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek gently. gojo puffs out his chest slightly, clearly loving the attention. geto rolls his eyes again, but there’s a hint of fondness in his expression. “hypothetically,” geto chimes in again, his tone more serious this time, “does this mean i get a turn too?”

you chuckle softly, your eyes dancing with mischief. “hypothetically, is this the only proposal i’m ever going to get, or is there going to be another one?” you ask, your tone playful yet teasingly curious.

gojo looks sheepish, his face flushing slightly as if caught. he glances at geto who’s grinning widely, clearly enjoying the banter. “hypothetically,” geto responds, his voice filled with mock seriousness, “i would never disrespect our future wife by not properly asking her to marry me.”

gojo huffs but there’s a hint of amusement in his expression. “hypothetically,” he adds, his tone slightly pouty, “i thought we agreed on doing this together.” geto looks at gojo with a mix of amusement and mock annoyance. “hypothetically, you’re already carrying the ring, idiot,” he says, a huff playing on his lips. “and hypothetically, you’ve been holding onto it for months.”

gojo’s eyes widen, his expression turning guilty as if being caught in a lie. he scratches the back of his head sheepishly, clearly realizing that geto’s right.

“hypothetically,” he mutters, his voice is sheepish, “i was waiting for the right moment...” geto laughs, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of gojo. “hypothetically, you were being a chickenshit.”

your eyes widen in shock as you process what geto just revealed. you sit up, staring at gojo with a mix of surprise and disbelief. “hypothetically, what?!” you exclaim, your voice tinged with astonishment.

gojo and geto freeze, their faces flushing as they realize the surprise has been unintentionally spoiled. gojo stumbles over his words, clearly flustered, “hypothetically, ups..”

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Nineteen

TW - I cannot stress this enough; Eddie's junk is not of this world

“You want hot chocolate?”

“Hot cho-co-late,” Eddie repeats carefully.

“I’m having one,” and since it’s Christmas, Steve gets out a small pot to make it properly on the stove top.

Steve’s stirring the slowly heating milk when he hears back back door open, and turns to see Eddie looking out, “Stee. Snowing.”

“Is it?” Steve comes out to look, “oh yeah. That’s nice right?”

“Pretty,” Eddie says, sticking his hand out and letting one of the big fat flakes settle on his fingers. Steve has a vivid memory of the last time they were in this doorway, watching the snow together, and just how different things are right now hits him all over again. Eddie sniffs the snowflake before shoving it in his mouth, “cold water.”

“You got it baby, come on, lets have hot chocolates and watch the snow.”

When Steve tells Eddie he can’t wear his hat to bed, Eddie pouts, but he does arrange it carefully on the desk, next to Steve’s flower crown. Steve has to blink back more stupid tears at the sight, and forces himself to take a deep breath and get into bed.

“Eybrows,” Eddie says, tracing them carefully with the point of his claw, “nose,” and then he veers off a little bit, “one mole. Two mole. Three mole.” Steve shivers where Eddie’s claw drags over his throat and then back up, shifting a little in bed, “mouth.”

“What are you doing baby?”

“Gro-seree list. All the things Eddidie likes.”

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters to himself, “how the hell are you so smooth?” He can feel himself blushing a little, which is just ridiculous.

“Not like,” Eddie rubs a knuckle through Steve’s scraggly stubble. He really does need to shave that off; he’s not drowning in a pit of despair any more, there’s no real excuse for the sad facial hair.

“No?”

Eddie shakes his head, rubbing fingertips across the smooth apple of Steve’s cheek, “good,” and then into the stubble, “bad.”

“This is smooth,” Steve tells Eddie, running his fingertips along Eddie’s arm, “this is rough,” he rubs at the stubble on Eddie’s head to demonstrate.

“Rough bad.”

“Oh. Okay. I’ll get rid of it in the morning, okay?”

“Tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah.”

“Breakfast morning lunch afternoon dinner night bed.”

Steve has to cogitate on that for a second, “yeah, yeah that’s right. Morning is after breakfast and before lunch. Afternoon is after lunch but before dinner.”

Eddie hums, settling down next to Steve in bed, his head resting on Steve’s shoulder, “before Hawkins Indiana, Eddidie in The Upside down.”

“That’s right baby, you got it.”

“After Monday Tuesday.”

“Yup, that’s right,” Steve yawns, “you have a good Christmas?”

“Many good. Christmas Tomorrow?”

Steve chuckles, “Christmas isn’t for a whole year. You remember what a year is?”

“January February March April...”

When Steve wakes up, it’s to the sight of Eddie’s feet right in the air. He’s lying on his back next to Steve, legs held straight up. He’s curling his toes. Sometimes all of them, sometimes just the big ones. His sleep pants have fallen down past his knees, and Steve lies there a while, just watching.

Eddie’s speaking, and Steve thinks it may have woken him despite Eddie’s obvious attempts to be very very quiet; he’s currently counting to ten. And then he says the days of the week, the months, the alphabet. He spells his name. He waves his feet around a little, and then bends his knobbly knees in turn, making circles like he’s riding an imaginary bicycle. He’s singing something to himself. ABBA, Steve finally makes out, it’s a bit mangled, ‘soopa troopa,’ the way Eddie sings it. Just the one line, over and over, ‘light’s are gonna’ blind me, shining like the sun,’ Eddie must have picked it up off the TV or the radio.

Steve must shift, or make a sound, and he gives himself away eventually, Eddie realizing he’s awake, “Stee. Morning. Breakfast food?”

“Morning baby.”

“Stee?”

“Yeah?”

“Eddidie baby, then Stee..?”

“Oh. You want a- hmmm.” Steve thinks, “how about sweetheart?”

Eddie looks terribly affronted, “Stee not food.”

Steve lifts his own leg out from under the covers, wriggling three toes at Eddie, “kind of am.”

Eddie actually makes a noise, so shocked a little puff of air escapes him as he splutters, “no!”

Steve can’t help his laughter, “too soon?”

“All tomorrows too soon!”

“Okay, okay. I won’t joke about it.” Steve thinks again, but most things he comes up with are kind of food adjacent. Joyce has kind of cornered the market on ‘honey.’ “How about love?”

“I love you.”

“I know baby, I love you too. But that’s what you could call me. Love.”

“Stee love.”

They brush their teeth together, elbow to elbow, “we really should shower.” They haven’t washed up since Christmas eve, when Steve dragged Eddie out of the pool. Steve inspects the tub; it’s streaked with disgusting gritty filth on the bottom, and the dirty blanket and clothes are still shoved into the corner of the bathroom where Steve left them.

They might be salvageable on a long enough wash, but Steve wants to get a trash bag rather than put them in his basket, they are really gross. He also hasn’t really done any meaningful amount of cleaning or tidying since the night Eddie bit his toes off...which between the injury and the moping, he felt he had a valid excuse to ignore the state of the house.

Not really now though, “I tell you what, lets have breakfast, and then do a little cleaning and some laundry, and then we shower, sound good?”

“Breakfast good.”

“Okay, I’ll just deal with this a minute,” and Eddie sits on the lid of the toilet, watching avidly as Steve shaves.

“Okay, so this goes in here,” Steve loads the washer, leaving the trash sack of really gross stuff for a separate wash later, “and then we measure the detergent like this.”

“Eddidie can?”

“Sure baby,” Steve tips the power back into the box, giving the scoop to Eddie so he can do it. Eddie carefully pours where Steve points. “Now, this is clothes, so we press this,” he points to the dial, and then the button, “so that gets rid of the dirt, and our clothes will be nice and clean.”

Eddie does it, and then grins big when the machine starts up, “done.”

“Good job, okay, so we give it a while, then we come back and set it drying, okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie waves at the machine, “bye bye dirt.”

“Help?”

“That’s real nice baby yeah, like this,” and Steve demonstrates as he moves along the book cases, around the TV, carefully dusting his mothers ornaments and picture frames, “you got it?”

“Got it.”

Steve leaves him to it, and goes and cleans the kitchen. Jon and Hopper did a great job yesterday, and Steve’s really grateful considering the amount of people who ate here, but there’s still an amount of post Christmas carnage to clear up. He takes the trash bag out since it’s filled with wrapping paper, then comes back and starts emptying the drying rack, getting the kitchen clean.

When he goes back into the lounge, Eddie’s done dusting, and he’s carefully arranging all his new things; he puts his new VHS next to the TV, ready for later.

“You want to vacuum?” Steve asks him.

“Vacuum?”

Steve retrieves it from the utility, plugging it in for Eddie and showing him how it works. “Dry?” Eddie shouts over the noise.

“No,” Steve calls back, immediately understanding the link between the hoover and the hairdryer, “clean!”

Eddie takes the hoover, and once Steve shows him how to move the plug from socket to socket, he does the whole downstairs of the house. After, they sit on the couch for a bit, Eddie’s new legs a little shaky with exertion, “you want to try a coffee?”

“Try a coffee. Want. Please.”

“Okay,” Steve makes them both a mug of coffee, making Eddie’s a little sweeter and milkier then his own, and Eddie drinks the whole thing happily. Steve figures if a beer doesn’t hurt, then a little coffee won’t either.

It turns out twenty minutes later that a bit of coffee can have side effects; they find themselves dealing with Eddie’s first poop.

“Cross the bridge,” Eddie had declared hilariously, after producing what was possibly the most heinous fart Steve had ever heard. Steve scrubs the tub while Eddie sits on the toilet, staying present but trying to give Eddie the illusion of privacy.

“Pee more bad then poop,” Eddie tells him.

“Well, at least this one doesn’t hurt, huh baby?”

“Not hurt. No ow.”

“Pee doesn’t hurt now though, does it? Just that first one?” Steve checks.

“No. No ow pee. Called first?”

“Good. That’s good.” Steve gets the shower head down to rinse away the last of the cleaning product, leaving a shiny white tub behind, “uhm...first is. One. That comes first. Monday comes first, January.”

Eddie hums, frowning like he does when he hasn’t quite grasped it yet. To be fair, Steve knows he can’t always give the best explanation for these things. “Not ow,” Eddie tells him, back onto safer ground.

“So if its not ow, we say it doesn’t hurt.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” Eddie parrots back, “no ow. It doesn’t hurt. Okay.”

“That’s right baby.”

Eddie awkwardly wipes and then flushes while Steve gets the water hot for his shower, he waves at the toilet, and says, “bye bye poop,” Steve covering his face with his hand to try and muffle his snort of laughter. Eddie strips off, putting all his things in the hamper, “Stee love in tub?”

“You go first.”

Eddie frowns, “no, together.”

“I…” and Steve can’t, actually, think of a real reason why not, so he gets undressed too.

Steve shampoos and then conditions his hair while Eddie stands under the water, doing little swaps back and forth when Steve needs to rinse. Eddie’s doing a half hearted job, he keeps getting distracted by the feel of the splashing water, watching fascinated as it drips from his fingers, so Steve eventually intervenes. Steve carefully scrubbing Eddie down with the wash cloth; he’s so thin, Steve can almost make out his thigh-bones. His knees, ankles and elbows protrude and Steve could fit his fingers between Eddie’s ribs.

“You hungry? I think there’s left over cobbler in the fridge.”

Eddie nods, “cobbler. Sorry canned filling. Idge cold. Make hot?”

“Yeah I can warm it up for you.”

Once Steve’s done, Eddie limpets himself to Steve. The stubble on his head is starting to turn dark, like Eddie has a five o’clock shadow on his head, and it’s rough on Steve’s shoulder, prickling him. Steve doesn’t mind though. Steve rubs his back, following the knobs of his spine.

“We should get out,” Steve says absently.

“Maybe,” Eddie replies, making Steve snort a laugh, kissing the top of Eddie’s prickly head.

Eddie responds by leaning up to kiss Steve properly, slow and soft, “first?” He asks after.

“First what baby?”

“First kiss today?”

Steve thinks about it, “yeah. Yeap you’re right. First kiss of the day, right there.”

Eddie grins, “first kiss of the day tomorrow?”

“We can do that.”

Eddie suddenly lights up, “license first! Eddidie car after!”

“That’s it baby, exactly right,” Steve tells him, Eddie clearly finally grasping the concept.

“Called before sleep kiss?”

“That would be last. Last kiss of the day.”

“December last? Sunday?”

“Yeah, yeah baby, you got it.”

Eddie nods like there was never any doubt, leaning in to kiss Steve again. Still slow and sweet, a soft touch of lips, Eddie’s arms wrapped around Steve’s middle, holding them close. It takes a minute to register the movement, something pressing against the crease of Steve’s thigh. He leans back a little to look down.

The top of Eddie’s slit has parted; the opening wide enough to permit the...Steve doesn’t even know. It’s worming against Steve’s skin, the flesh the same color as Eddie at the base, but darkening to near black at the rounded head.

It moves freely, probably roughly the same thickness as Steve’s own cock when he’s hard. Steve watches as it moves...like it’s looking for something. It moves like a snake. Like an octopus tentacle. Nudging and casting about across the skin of Steve’s hip; when it wriggles back the other way, finding Steve’s pubic hair, it nuzzles in against it.

“Eddie,” Steve swallows thickly, stunned into a frozen state of fascination, he's pretty sure he hasn't blinked in a minute, his heart thudding loud in his ears, “what-I mean. What is that?”

“Eddidie?” Eddie says, gently reaching between them to touch Steve’s own soft cock.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve breathes.

Eddie’s hand slides across, touching...himself? Steve guesses?...with his fingers. The...thing seems to wake up again, tangling itself with Eddie’s fingers easily. It’s very...twisty. And bendy. The thing looks like it has a, a kind of grip on Eddie’s fingers, almost.

And then the end starts to open, six petals that slowly start to peel apart, and Steve panics, jerking away, pushing Eddie’s hips away with both hands and holding him there at arms length.

Eddie’s...dick? Seems to startle, zipping back inside him like it was never there. “Holy shit. Holy shit,” Steve breathes, drawing in only slightly panicked breaths. He can feel his heart banging away in his chest, “pants.” He croaks out, desperately, “we should both put on pants.”

Part Twenty One