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[sleepypurpledandelion]

some trans anders ,, if u care

[sleepypurpledandelion]

♢ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ♢

ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ, ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ, ᴋɪʙᴀ, ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ, ɴᴇᴊɪ & ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ

a/n: sooo my first headcanons yeiih!! this just came flowing out of me while watching boruto tbh because i'm delusional lmao,,,, anyway, very self indulgent as always :) ignore typos pls i cant spell aaaand enjoy xx

likes & reblogs appreciated <3

warnings: none! SFW :) not proofread

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♢ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ♢

✿sUCH a messy sleeper

❀he'd toss and turn throughout the whole night, ending up somewhere completely different than where he fell asleep on the bed

❀matching pyjama sets !!!

✿especially seasonal ones, he adores them

✿BLANKET HOGGER !!!

❀but not on purpose really, he just pulls it with him due to all his movements

✿u always wake up with it either on the floor or him laying atop of it

❀sometimes he hits u with his elbow or his feet, but pls don't tell him he WILL cry

✿just push him away, boy will not wake up under any circumstances

❀the both of u alWAYS cuddle when falling asleep

✿the usual position is with his arms around your waist, legs thrown over ur own and his face resting next to ur shoulder

❀for that exact reason he's a BIG SPOON !!

❀so so quick to fall asleep, and wakes up after u as well

✿but not at all groggy in the morning !! he's energetic from the second he opens his eyes and sees u preparing breakfast

❀overall just the softest boyfriend ever

♢ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴜᴄʜɪʜᴀ♢

❀now thIS dude sleeps like a corpse

✿he's not particularly prone on cuddling u, but he fairly enjoys having ur head on his chest and feeling ur fingertips draw circles against his skin

❀he'd never admit it tho obviously

✿mostly wears a black lose t-shirt and some short sweats or sumn 

❀just comfortable all around

✿i'm a firm believer in the back position

❀laying flat on the mattress, one arm either around u, or both resting on his belly

✿light sleeper, if i may

❀takes him pretty long to fall asleep as well, but counting ur breath usually calms him and makes it easier

✿u make everything easier for him actually

❀doesn't really care about a blanket, it all really depends on what u prefer while sleeping

✿often awoken by nightmares, but won't ever wake u up or tell u the next day because he thinks it's embarrassing

❀refuses to leave the bed in the morning, but isn't moody at all just very quiet

✿always helps u make breakfast and makes the bed without having to ask him to

❀overall just a calm lover

♢ᴋɪʙᴀ ɪɴᴜᴢᴜᴋᴀ♢

❀without a doubt, a snorer

✿like IM SORRY LADIES but c'mon

❀but not annoyingly loud, just breathy lil snores

✿the problem with it is: he won't move an INCH away from u ever, he's all up in ur business while sleeping

❀doesn't matter how, he's always got to feel u next to him somehow

✿i take him as a sleep talker too, mumbling incoherent words against your neck which only make u laugh tbh

❀akamaru's got his own bed next to the two of u, but some nights he crawls in between ur bodies, practically suffocating u

✿you really don't mind on colder nights, but in summer kiba makes him get off, due to having such a high body temperature already and he doesn't want u to complain even more

❀wore a shirt and pants at the beginning of ur relationship

✿but now??? u'd have to FORCE him to wear anything more than boxers

❀hates when u don't want to cuddle :(( might as well kill him fr

✿why need a blanket when he has you??

❀doesn't leave the bed AT ALL in the morning, u literally have to grab him by the feet and drag him out of it

✿he's a sweetheart, really

♢ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ ɴᴀʀᴀ♢

❀dude HATES cuddling at the beginning of ur relationship, me thinks

✿but fear not, it just takes a bit of convincing from ur side and he's in on it

❀but it's subtle touches really, like holding his hand or having ur feet intertwined

✿if u've had a bad day, he'd definitely play with your hair to make u fall asleep, he's not a diCK

❀grey sweats all the way !!!!!

✿rarely ever wears a shirt, except for when it's cold of course

❀he seems much more like a light sleeper than not, but he's so grouchy when something wakes him up it's a drag really 

✿has to be completely dark and quiet in his room or he won't be able to close one eye

❀always sleeps on the side closest to the door

✿big on talking about both ur days at night because he's a very private person and loves spending time with u ALONE

❀deep talk at 2am?? u can bet on it

✿forehead kisses!!! once u wake up and neither of u want to get up and start ur day

❀he's such an attentive lover in general, i'm actually going insane 

♢ɴᴇᴊɪ ʜʏᴜɢᴀ♢

❀oh my lovely boy

✿i feel like he wouldn't move a MUSCLE while sleeping

❀sometimes you have to poke him to make sure he's still alive

✿AHEM

❀a light sleeper foshou

✿also ????

❀he would 100% wait for u to fall asleep first

✿would always run his fingertips over your back to make you tired

❀unfortunately, the closest to cuddling u two do, is ur head on his chest

✿he gets sweaty quickly, so he'll often sleep without a shirt (which u don't complain about obviously) and that's the reason why he doesn't necessarily NEED body contact (in this situation only!!)

❀but HUGE PLUS he'll sweet talk you to sleep almost every night 

✿asking about ur day from begin to end

❀he wants to know it ALL

✿in general, he's really big on making you as comfortable as possible before bed

❀would even wait till the morning to go pee because you look so peaceful laying on his chest

✿don't mind him watching u he just thinks ur so pretty ok

❀u wake up to the smell of coffee almost every morning

✿overall, as we been knew, the gentlest gentlemen to perhaps ever gentleman goodbye

♢ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ♢

❀poor baby's the king of light sleepers

✿always ready to jump into battle and protect u if he has to, even if u convince him that ur safe and nothing's going to happen :(

❀casually wears a black tanktop and some sweats, mask and shinobi headband easily reachable on the bedside table at his right side

✿definitely enjoys u playing with his hair too much

❀he prefers to fall asleep with his head either on your chest or tugged just under your chin so he can hear you breathe and ur heart beat

✿he's so tragic oh my days

❀anYWAY light snores but only when he's REALLY gone and u rarely ever see him in this state so,,,,,

✿loves listening to ur stories before falling asleep

❀legs & arms intertwined and allathat 

✿you will never lay in bed without him picking up one of his books at least ONCE

❀it really calms him down u know

✿but start a conversation with him, and he's all urs, book long forgotten next to his mask and headband.

❀always wakes up earlier than u, preparing breakfast with said book between his fingers 

✿(he swears he'll close it once ur awake tho)

❀((he does))

a/n: AHEM i hope u liked it ???? pls tell me ??? AAAA i will see u beans next time bye bye xx

devider by @enchanthings

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finally, a team 7 to complete the set!

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Dating Abby

❥ teases you a lot. Abby, fresh out of the shower, his body still dripping as he stands in the dim light of his bathroom. Steam clings to the mirror, curling around the edges of his reflection. He drags a hand through his wet hair, slow and deliberate, before glancing down at the pathetic excuse of a towel slung low on his hips.

The towel clings obscenely to his hips, heavy with water and doing nothing to hide the very obvious outline straining beneath it. He’s already hard. His abs flex with every breath, rivulets of water trailing over his v-line, sliding down toward the bulge pulsing against the thin cotton.

And of course, he picks up his phone.

He sends you the first photo.

Then another.

Then a close-up, jaw sharp and lips parted just enough to show the edge of a grin. And finally, a video, his voice a low, dangerous rasp.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you, kitten. This is what you do to me.”

You’re in bed when the first photo hits your phone, and your breath catches. Jaw slack. Pulse skipping. By the third image, your thighs are pressing together and your fingers tremble as you scroll. The moment his voice hits your ears through the video, your body lights up.

He texts again:

“You gonna just stare, baby? Or do you want me to come over and show you how hard I ache for you?”

❥ possessive man. You didn’t even notice the guy at first. He was just another backstage assistant—friendly, smiley, a little too bold for someone who just handed you a water bottle. He tried asking you out. You laugh politely, taking a step back. But before you can say another word, a hand slides around your waist — broad, warm, commanding.

Abby doesn’t say a thing at first. Just presses his chest to your back, the heat of his bare arm wrapping around your front like a claim. His palm settles possessively on your lower stomach, thumb rubbing slow, hypnotic circles into your side. The kind of touch that says mine without a single word.

“Hey,” the assistant starts again, clearly not getting the message. “We were just—”

Abby finally speaks, voice low and deceptively calm. “She’s not available.” His lips brush your ear as he says it, breath hot, voice smooth and deep like it’s meant to melt straight into your skin.

The guy stiffens, mumbles something, and backs away fast. He turns you gently, slowly, until you're facing him. His gaze drops to your mouth, then drags back up, lazy and dark.

“You didn’t even notice I was watching, did you?” he murmurs. “Saw him eyeing you the second you walked in. Saw the way you smiled back.” He leans in until your foreheads touch, voice just a breath. “You really think I’d let that slide?”

You don’t respond.

Not with the way his hand slips lower on your waist. Not with the way his thumb grazes the line of skin just above your waistband. His nose brushes yours as he tilts his head, not kissing you — just close enough to make you ache for it.

“I don’t care if the whole building’s watching,” he whispers, “I’ll make sure they all know who you belong to.”

❥ touchy touchyyy. Abby doesn’t mean to overwhelm you. Not intentionally, no. But he has no real concept of his own strength — not when it comes to you. He’s a demon, built like a fortress, all sharp abs and towering height, and you? You’re human. Soft. Fragile. Smaller in ways he’s painfully aware of every time he pulls you into his arms

And gods, he tries to be gentle.

But then you look at him with those tired eyes, wrap your arms around his waist like you need him, and something inside him growls to life.

His hands are always on you. A palm on your lower back when you walk, fingers brushing your thigh when you sit beside him, arms wrapped tight around you when you so much as breathe differently. He touches you like he’s making sure you’re still there, still his — always tethered to him.

Sometimes he hugs you too tight without realizing, until you gasp and press a hand to his chest with a breathless laugh. He instantly loosens his grip, brows furrowing, lips brushing your forehead as he murmurs, “Sorry, baby... didn’t mean to crush you.”

But he never fully lets go.

❥ being soft only for you. You’re curled up on the couch, hoodie pulled over your knees, a faint wince tugging at your features with every cramp. You didn’t say much—just a quiet “I’m fine” when he asked.

But Abby knows better.

He’s behind you within seconds, sliding onto the couch without a word. One arm wraps securely around your waist, the other gently pulling your hips back until you're resting fully against his chest.

His hand moves under the hoodie, warm palm pressing against the tense muscles low on your stomach. The way he strokes your skin there, slow and rhythmic, has you breathing deeper without realizing it.

You sigh. He tightens his hold around your waist in response, like he’s drawing the pain out of you with every pass of his hand.

“That’s it,” he whispers, lips ghosting your temple. “Let me take care of you.”

❥ always asks you to work out with him. Not because he actually expects you to break a sweat — no, never that. He just likes having you close. Laying around like some pretty little prize while he grunts and moves and flexes, his sweat-slicked body a full visual buffet made just for you.

“Come here,” he says today, already shirtless, already glistening. His abs flex with every breath as he lowers himself onto the floor, smirking at the way your eyes wander. “If you’re not gonna work out, at least make yourself useful.”

You raise a brow, feigning boredom. “Useful how?”

His answer is a low growl of a laugh as he gently tugs you down beside him. Then under him. One strong arm wraps around your waist, flipping you easily onto your back until he’s caging you there — arms planted on either side of your head, chest hovering just inches above yours.

“I need motivation,” he murmurs.

He dips down slow and presses a kiss to your lips.

Push-up one. Victory kiss.

He lowers again. This time, he brushes the tip of his nose against yours before kissing you again, slower.

Push-up two. Another kiss.

By the third one, you’re squirming slightly under him, warmth pooling low in your stomach as his heavy body moves above yours, sweat from his chest just starting to kiss your skin.

“You know,” you whisper, grinning as he hovers above your lips, “this doesn’t really count as me working out.”

He silences your smirk with a kiss that steals your breath. Firmer. Longer.

“Then stay still and look pretty,” he murmurs against your lips. “That’s your job.”

You don’t argue. Not when he keeps pressing into you like that, every push-up a reward, every kiss a claim.

Some days he switches it up.

“On my back, pretty girl,” he says, voice thick and dark and hungry for you. “I need the extra weight.”

You blink. “You serious?”

“Kitten,” he chuckles, “I could do this with you asleep on me.”

You giggle, but climb onto his back, arms slipping around his neck, chest pressing to his sweat-damp skin.

He starts moving immediately — push-ups like you weigh nothing, like he was built to carry you.

When he finally collapses onto the floor with you still clinging to him, he rolls over and cages you under his weight, eyes locked on yours, breathing heavy.

Then he kisses you again — deep and slow, like you're the only thing that ever made him lose control.

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I've been reading the fanart. You have a natural talent for creating a more distinctive personality for the Saja Boys from the bits and pieces they gave us in the movie!

Ever since that fanart where the Saja sneaked into the reader's room, I couldn't stop imagining what they would be like sleeping alone with her, as if every day of the week except the weekends they will take turns sleeping with the reader or something like that.

And again, I love your writing. I hope you like the idea. Have a nice day!!!

Saja Boys x GN!Reader

a/n; anon thank you so much heheh!!! this one isn't too accurate to your idea, but i love it and i hope it's still okay!

summary; physical touch with the boys and why they wanna go to your bedroom :))) (touch starved. written separately but they all live in the same housing)

warnings; stalking (watching you sleep), body curious, touching w no permission, nothing sexual tho!

— 🍃 [Monday]

Here's the thing, guys. The boys don't actually need sleep. They're demons. Sleep isn't something their bodies need—instead it's something they want. They are still aware and can feel through touch, which is exactly why they'd prefer to sleep with you.

You're warm, so alive, and they don't know it yet.

Surprisingly enough, Jinu is the first one to knock on your door.

"Jinu?" you drawl, voice laced with sleep. He stands awkwardly by the doorway, patiently waiting for you to process what's happening. Glancing idly at your sleepwear and dimlit room.

You yawn, widening the door. "What's up? Need something?" You pause, raising a lazy accusing finger. "Wait. You're not here to suck my blood, are you—?!"

"What? No!" Jinu gasps, almost offended. You sigh out of relief anyway.

"...We're not interested in physical bodies. Anyway, uh, sorry for waking you up. I just need to see how our socials are going," he explains as he steps into your room. "You can power your computer and go back to sleep."

As soon as you heard the word 'social', you were already turning it on. "'kay, buddy. You sure you don't need help, though? I know I taught you a bit but I understand it can get confusing—"

"No, no," Jinu huffs, denial flooding his form. "I can do it."

"You remember how to turn it off?"

"Yes. Don't worry."

Then you fall asleep next to him, your body slightly pressing against his. His eyes slowly drift away from the glow of the computer screen to your sleeping form. He stares for a moment.

Soft, warm. It reminds him of the past on how he couldn't sleep with his own fam—

Jinu pulls the computer plug off and teleports away.

—💐 [Tuesday]

Baby made you piggyback him. A lot. It was sort of your fault.

You saw the Saja Boys taking turns carrying him—it was a pretty funny ordeal. Then you jokingly offered to piggyback him to see what the hype was about.

He accepted it all too eagerly. As soon as his full weight falls on you, you're genuinely surprised at how light he is. It's probably equivalent to a box full of volleyballs.

"You're lighter than I thought," you say, adjusting your arms behind his legs.

Baby suddenly lets his head rest on yours. "Why are you so..." Warm. He buries himself into your shoulder, his arms tightening around you.

"Why am I so what?" you ask, turning your head, only achieving to tickle him more.

He doesn't let you go for the rest of the day.

And by extension, night.

You tried to complain at first. "Didn't we agree to—"

"Just this once, please?"

You folded.

He snuggles all comfortable within your arms, acting as the little spoon, greedily content in your warmth and breathing.

But then you wake up with his mouth on your skin. He wasn't biting, sucking, or anything. It was just.... there.

Still, though, you assumed the worst.

"I thought you said demons don't suck blood, Jinu!?!"

"We don't!!?!"

—🪷 [Wednesday]

Abby wanted you to touch his abs for some mysterious reason. Yapping about how "no one else will have this chance," or "you might not live long enough to feel it!" and "I actually haven't let anyone touch my artificial abs yet" — it was really weird, but you shrugged it off and agreed anyway.

Like hell yeah. Sure, why not?

So he unbuttons his shirt, all giddy, and watches as you reach for his skin.

You make contact with his abs. Caressing it gently, it feels normal in texture — but you suppose it's a little too cold. The fact didn't totally sound weird at the time.

Looking up, you flinch at Abby's expression. You thought he'd be smiling, like he was the whole time, but he looks so serious that it's actually concerning. He's not looking at you; his eyes were down and fixated on your hand.

You notice, pulling your hand away from him, and snapping your fingers. "You okay?"

He blinks. "Uh."

Later that night, Abby welcomes himself into your room.

He stares at you from the corner. From the center. From the edge of your bedframe. On your bed.

Sometimes, he'd gently let his hands roam over your exposed skin. Mostly your warm hands. And your warm face.

You wake up to find his face in front of you.

Screaming, you unintentionally kick him in the abs.

"Ow, my perfectly crafted abs!"

— 🪻 [Thursday]

Mystery almost lost it when you pat his head.

You did it voluntarily. It's a nice, comforting feeling as you pat his shoulder, his arm, and his cheek. He utterly melts under your casual touches without a single word.

He loves it. You leave him demanding for more. So, Mystery decides to linger around you like a guard dog. Who hopes to be spoiled, who wishes to be held.

But, then, night comes.

"You're not exactly allowed in my room," you say, only to pause when he straight up whimpers.

... You folded. With a sigh, you step away from the door and give him space to walk in.

He happily skips into your room, flopping face-first on your bed. You stare at him for a moment, thinking about how despite them not being human — they really love to rest.

You lie down, feeling Mystery move around under your blanket, closing your eyes when he finds himself comfortable against your chest.

Your chest rising and falling with every breath—Mystery simply can't help but feel envious.

— 🌺 [Friday]

Romance is confused.

There's a buzz between his band members — apparently, they visited your bedroom? Didn't they agree to avoid that specific place in this house?

He doesn't realize he's been staring blankly at nowhere. Reality hits him hard when something gentle touches his hair.

"Might wanna style your hair again, Rome," you chuckle, brushing his hair with your fingers. He shivers when your skin grazes his forehead. "You got the bed head. Though I guess you just snap your fingers and it'd be all okay."

You leave right after that, but Romance keeps staring at the last place he saw your figure, his fingers fidgeting with the hair you just touched.

Okay. He gets it now.

Next day, you woke up with him hovering over your head.

You suddenly grab his shoulders, push him back against your bed, breathing heavy from the shock. The bed sinks under both your weight.

Romance stares immensely up at you.

"You guys," you breath, "will be the death of me."

He smirks. "I can only imagine."

— krazy

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I actually passed away quite a few years ago, but I'm a very private person and never told anybody.

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Naruto I worked on a while ago and got too tired to finish 😭

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one more sketch

I might disappear for a while because I'm graduating from the university this month, so I have a lot of stuff to do... 🤓

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Dalish aravels

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long time no surana art

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no dragon age romance will ever compare to zevran arainai. he's bisexual. he was raised in a murder assassin torture cult after being raised in a brothel. he has a bunch of tattoos and even knows how to give them. he tries to murder you when you first meet him and then poses sexily afterwards. he says he's skilled at lockpicking and then never manages to pick a single lock in the entire game. he murdered his last lover after falsely believing that she betrayed the crows. he regularly slept with his marks before killing them to give them one last good night alive. when you ask him to have sex with you he says one liners like "arghhh pirate zevran reporting for duty!" he gets upset and broody when he realizes that he's in love with you after you ask him for more in your relationship. he proposes to you with an earring from a dead guy before he even tells you that he loves you. he's the only companion to almost completely stay with you after origins (besides the dlcs and parts of da2, he presumably stays with you the rest of your lives). if you die, he never gets into a relationship or has sex with anyone ever again. he constantly talks about you when he's away from you (da2). he calls the sword of the dead king of ferelden "sexy" and says that he "must have it". he's a devout andrastian. he loves being an assassin and doesn't feel bad about murdering people. you can have a threesome with him and a woman he used to sleep with and helped save from her abusive husband. he's slept with countless people and you're the first person that he's ever actually loved. he spends the rest of his life when he's not with you devoted to terrorizing the organization that abused him as a child (and adult) and killing of its leaders. when you tell him that you love him, he says that "he knows." he's blonde. and he's perfect in every way possible.

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thinking about him prints ✦ patreon  

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Many have written about how Karlach throws Astarion, well… Don't worry, no Astarions were harmed! But I can't say the same about Gortash…

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Do you think anything you did mattered, Hawke?

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