#sleepy bois drabble

[eddiesghxst]

eddie sleeps hard as fuck. like the man could sleep through a tornado and not move an inch. he’s a chronic napper and he can fall asleep anywhere at anytime. if eddie is feeling sleepy, he is going to get that shut eye, no debate.

you’ll be out eating with the gang and one minute he’s yapping away about his current hyper-fixation and then the next minute you look over and he’s slumped down in the booth, head leaned against the wall with his chin tilted down and his arms crossed over his chest. you pull him to lean against you instead so his neck doesn’t hurt from craning, and when he snuggles against you he presses a soft kiss to your neck before deeply sighing as he gets comfortable and mumbles, “you smell good.“ before knocking out again. and he snores, yeah he definitely snores. and when you tell him, he gets offended and says you’re lying.

yeah that’s it. just sleepy boy eddie.

[partyanimal167]

Sleepy Boy- Law x GN!Reader

@easnowpw: His s/o trying to seduce him while he's so tires he falls asleep standing (he insists he's okay)

Thanks for requesting! I hope one of these days Law gets the rest he needs.

...

"Babe, go to sleep." you saw as you cross your arms and looked up at your boyfriend.

He cracked an eye as he leaned on the wall. "I'm fine." he argued.

You rolled your eyes and looked around. It was nearing the end of day two of Strawhat's banquet. You knew that your boyfriend was anxious as to what possible chaos Luffy and the others could cause, but things were done for now at least. You guys had been battling for days and started partying immediately after. You thought that Law would have collapsed the moment the festivities started--a sure sign that things were fine. However, he had been up most of the time arguing with Luffy and Kidd, hiding from a spar-hungry Zoro, and begrudgingly dancing with Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. You had even gotten some rest, so now it was time to drag Law to bed. His bags were damn near taking up half his face.

"You are not fine. Let's sleep." you argued. You then leaned your chest against his. "Are you really going to let me sleep by myself, again." you pouted. His eyes were closed and again and he let out a deep breath. "Baby, come on," you continued, "I even got a new treat to show you. If you stay out here, I'll forget about." Law barely moved.

You groaned and turned away. "Fine then, I'll go cuddle with Bepo." You started walking off, "Bepo!"

You then yelped as you were lifted onto a sturdy shoulder. "Fine, fine." he yawned. He kissed your hand as he headed towards the ship. There was a glimmer of hope that maybe you could try on that new outfit you got, but as soon as you came out the bathroom, you saw Law sprawled out on the bed snoring loudly.

You chuckled to yourself before climbing into his arms. This was nice too.

~~~

Thank you! I hope you like this.

[whumpasaurus101]

Whumpee coughed as another cloud of smoke was blown into their face, their eyes squeezing shut as they closed their mouth shut as tight as they could.

"Oh quit being such a baby," Whumper scoffed, twirling a cigarette between their two fingers before bringing it closer and closer to Whumpee, smirking as they watcjed the other lean away with a whimper, eyes glistening with fear.

"Open up." Whumpee's mouth stayed glued shut, eyes suddenly burning with defiance, making Whumper chuckle, "Fine, have it your way," And with that, Whumper shoved the butt of the cigarette against Whumpee's cheek- soaking up the cry of pain from the younger.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut;

Quit being such a baby...

[parasytte]

Hiii it's me again, sleepy anon. I'm gonna be honest your OCs have me in a choke hold and I love your writing, so needless to say I think of little scenarios at school when I get bored. Anyways this is another one with Yan jock+cheerleader (they are the ones who have the biggest hold on me).

Anyways what would happen if reader started leaning into the two's touch more and more. Like they start hugging back, leaning onto one's shoulder when they sit next to them, holding their hand instead of just basically being a limp fish. When Casey starts talking they doesn't stare off into space, wondering what brought them here. Instead they listen, talk to him, and even ask questions. No longer pushing them away when they cling to reader.

What if the even went as far as asking for it/looking for it. Like asking for a hug, or randomly holding one's hand.

I'm gonna be honest I can basically see Casey squealing into his pillow while doing the leg kicks (if ykyk).

Anyways this was just a thought I got at 3rd period this morning and I have a ton more of these that come to me when I get bored. Lemme know if you want more cause they have been living rent free since I found you page.

Have a great day/night. (Sorry for any spelling mistakes I usually don't see them at first most of the time even when I go back and proof read)

-sleepy anon <3

I LOVE U SLEEPY ANON !!! i love ur reqs so much !!!!!!!!

to answer your question ,, if reader were to start leaning more into their touch they would definitely notice it !! i imagine casey would notice first because he's the more observant one of the two. casey most definitely goes home and squeals into his pillow while kicking his legs, and elijah gets the biggest, dumbest smile on his face when he catches onto it.

and omg if you go as far as to like, seek out their affection ??? they. are. so. happy!!!!!! thank the heavens you're finally out of that "what do you mean we're dating ive never talked to you in my life", hard-to-get act and are finally warming up to them !! you've made them the happiest guys in the world !!!

thank you so much for the compliments !!!! and send in as many thoughts/ideas as you want, seeing you in my inbox makes my day !!! <3

[nyoomfruits]

uh so i wrote some post bahrain gp lestappen fluff to soothe the aches of charles's dnf ;-;

Charles wakes up when he feels the bed dip beside him, and as he blearily opens his eyes he can see only just make out the shape of Max trying to quietly get under the covers in the still pitch black room.

“Hi,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep, as he turns onto his side to face Max, who startles a little.

“Oh,” He says, as he settles under the blankets and turns to look at Charles. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was,” Charles says, reaching forward to place his hand on the side of Max’s face, swiping his thumb across his cheekbone. “How was the party?”

“Fun,” Max says, with a little shrug. “Missed you, though,” he says, scooting closer so his knees knock against Charles’s.

Charles hisses. “Fuck, you’re cold,” he says, but he doesn’t move his legs.

“How was your night?” Max asks, voice soft.

Charles can’t help but snort. “Much less of a party, as you can imagine.” Max opens his mouth to say something but Charles moves his hand, pressing his thumb against Max’s lips. “Shh, not a word. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s only the first race. There will be others.” It’s what he’s been telling himself all night. He’s hoping that if he just repeats it enough, at some point he’ll start believing it. That he’ll start believing that this is not just going to be a repeat of last year.

Max stares at him for a really long time, and then seemingly decides to drop it, opting for playfully nipping at Charles’s thumb instead. Charles laughs, and pulls his hand back, settling it on the matrass in front of him. Max reaches over to catch it, but then his cold hands touch Charles’s chest and Charles yelps, launching himself to the other side of the bed, Max laughing as he chases after him.

In the end, after a serious tussle across the sheets, Charles ends up flat on his back, Max hovering over him, having his wrists pinned to the bed as he practically sits in Charles’s lap.

“All right, all right,” Charles says, between laughs, “You win.”

Max smiles, clearly delighted, and leans down to kiss Charles, soft and gentle, before pulling back ever so slightly, their noses still brushing together. “I’m still proud of you, for the race you had. It sucked you didn’t get to be on that podium with us, but you will be, next race.”

And that is the beauty of Max, Charles thinks. It’s not a ‘if Ferrari fixes their issues’ or ‘if your engine doesn’t crap out’. There are no if’s, with Max. Only the unrelenting believe in Charles and Charles’s ability to get the best out of whatever car they put him in.

Charles says nothing, just smiles at him, soft and tender, and presses a kiss to the tip of Max’s nose, which Max frowns at. “Ugh, you know I hate that feeling,” Max says, as he rolls off Charles and flops down next to him.

Charles rolls over to, so he’s on his stomach, arm slung over Max’s chest, head resting on his shoulder. “I know,” Charles says, and then, when Max grumbles at him, “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too,” Max says, feigning annoyance, but the kiss he presses to Charles’s forehead is undeniably fond. “Now, sleep.”

“Yeah,” Charles says, his eyes already falling shut again as he feels the rise and fall of Max’s chest, the soft beating of his heart. “Sleep.”

In two weeks, there’s another race, and then plenty of others after that. Everything can still happen, though Charles is still struggling a little bit to be positive about it, after the start he’s just had. None of that matters right now, however. All that does matter is Max, pressing another soft kiss to Charles’s forehead, pulling him ever so slightly closer, and then softly mumbling ‘g’night’ as he too closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.

[chartreuseorigami-fandoms]

“How much will your loyalty cost?”

Techno froze at the question and turned around to face Wilbur. He had hoped it was a joke, but Wil’s face was stone cold serious.

“I don’t want your money,” he said evenly.

“What then? Power? Connections? You know my capabilities. Say it and it’s yours.”

Wilbur didn’t even seem upset. This wasn’t the Wilbur who joked around and lived for dramatic entrances and soft strums on the guitar. This was Wilbur at one end of a negotiation he was intent on winning. It was detached, clinical.

It felt like a slap in the face.

“You really don’t know why I’m here, do you?” It came out soft and vulnerable. It was how Techno felt, at least.

Wilbur didn’t reply, just kept that same, intense gaze, as if waiting for Techno to tell him a price.

Technoblade shook his head and allowed the hurt to seep into his voice when he asked, “do you really think I would sell you guys out for some money? That I’d turn so easily—that I’d turn at all?” Then, quieter, “do you really think so little of me?”

[sunluzhen]

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair (time for a monkey grooming sesh)

Xiaotian didn't really know what to do with all this fur that's become his new normal. He had enough trouble remembering to actually brush just the hair on his head once in a blue moon, growing up. That was even before he decided to cut it relatively short and keep it that way! Now the universe expected him to do the same with, like, everywhere else on his body? Impossible.

Besides, he didn't like how the bristles of most brushes felt. Granted, now instead of just his head he's covered entirely in a tangled mess of fur, buuut... it was fine!

Well, it was fine until Wukong finally had enough one afternoon. The living room quickly became the setting for a Scooby-Doo style chase scene, because he did NOT want to be subjected to the monkey grooming him. Partially because doesn't know where those hands have been, and also because... well. Well he's not really sure why else he's making his mentor chase him around like they're something straight out of a cartoon.

Wukong does, of course, catch him eventually. It was his house after all. He knew the layout better than Xiaotian did. The following moments are accompanied with a lot of whining and squirming from the teenager, but there's not much he can do to dislodge a Wukong that's comfortably perched on his shoulders with his tail holding him in place.

"Yeesh, you'd think I was going to do something worse than fixing the poor state your hair's in. No, but seriously, kid, do you like never comb or something?" Wukong's hands are immediately met with so. many. knots. It's a miracle MK doesn't seem to have any pests nesting in his fur somewhere. "...Y'know what, don't answer that. I didn't think I'd have to go full salon treatment on you."

"Aw, c'mon, it's not that bad--"

"Kid. You're covered in actual mats."

That sounds like a bad thing. It probably is, considering how Wukong pointedly tugs (gently) on a painfully clumped together section of fur. Xiaotian yelps, and vainly tries wriggling out of the older monkey's hold. He doesn't get anywhere. But he does sigh and forces himself to relax into a slumped pile of messy fur and lanky limbs.

They were resigned to their fate of a very long night being told to stay still while Wukong worked his monkey magic. The absolute worse -- sitting still, that is. They don't actually mind the grooming part, now that they're actually experiencing it. There's just a lot more hair to deal with, than any of the other impromptu grooming sessions, that's all. Kinda wild to think about how monkeys have to groom all this hair all the time.

Or at least, more than Xiaotian is used to managing by himself? Not that he ever spent much time on his hair to begin with. Although, monkeys spend more time grooming each other than themselves, don't they? Huh. He wonders why that is.

He's quickly loosing his train of thought. Why was he being so difficult about being sat down for a grooming session, again?

Yeah, about an hour in and Xiaotian is passing out.

[amyelevenn]

Christmas

PAIRING; c!SBI x gn!reader

SUMMARY; you stumble upon the minecraft household a few days before Christmas rather hurt.

WARNINGS; graphic description of blood and injury, light angst

A/N; one of my faves i've written <33 hope you enjoy as always

1.9k words - M.LIST

Running was never a fun task. Whether it was in a race or from a deadly pursuer, it was never something you seemed to enjoy. The ache of your legs, the burning of your lungs, the pounding of your heart… I mean, who could blame you?

But to you, running was especially invigorating when it was away from mobs. It always terrified you that they were out for your blood, and didn’t help when you had the occasional arrow whiz past your ear, 9/10 times nicking the skin. At this point, you were surprised you still had ears.

You had been running for what felt like days, but in reality would’ve only been hours. You didn’t allow yourself to stop, knowing that if you did, well, you be dead in a multitude of seconds. Considering you seemed to have journeyed right into mob-central, you couldn’t see a future where you did stop and made it out alive.

It also didn’t help that your ankle was gradually bleeding out from a creeper blast you gained less than an hour into your journey. With that same explosion, your pretty sure that your hearing got screwed up in one of your ears, which really fucking sucks. You also had a black eye, but that hadn’t swollen up yet, so you paid it no mind.

Many – way too many – mobs were on your tail, and it didn’t help that you were running right into a snowy forest. The trees seemed to cop most of the snowfall, but the foliage didn’t collect all of the white powder that piled up to your shins.

You ducked as another arrow flew over your head, aimed straight for your skull. You shuddered at the thought of it piercing through your bones, but kept up your unsteady pace. Weaving in and out of the trees proved much harder in the snow, but you were determined to not die in the middle of nowhere.

Almost as if right on que, light flooded your vision. Not just any light, but that of a torch; a beautiful sign of life. Human life. And you knew that human life could equal help.

Or death.

You felt your adrenaline peak, using what strength you had left to get to the light. It didn’t take long to be surrounded by trees lit by the small fires, but you didn’t stop there. They seemed to be lighting a path, one you didn’t hesitate to follow. Within mere paces, the sounds of your chasers dispersing met your ears, clearly not appealed at your sudden escape.

As the groans of displeasure quietened around you, you noticed yourself slowing down. You willed yourself forward, hyperaware of the fact that if you stopped here, you would more than likely die of hypothermia.

The snow was much thinner on the man-made path, which made it so much easier to run through. You were more than grateful for whomever carved the way, hopping that they would be showered in their greatest desires. It sounded a bit extreme, but your emotions were working overtime, so who cared for an extra bit of gratitude?

You became aware of the torches thinning out ahead of you, but soon realised that was because the forest ended here. Not long after, you were in the middle of a clearing, the moon now being your only source of light. That is, apart from the glowing windows of the house in the distance.

You were more than ecstatic at the face of civilisation. Mustering what little energy you had left, you trudged through the snow and to the cottage. The outside had a few lanterns at the base of the stairs leading to the patio, but the main source of illumination were from what appeared to be the kitchen window. You couldn’t see anyone behind them, but as you steadily approached, you could make out faint voices echoing around the house.

Your ankle was starting to ache, the adrenaline wearing off, agony deciding to take its place.

You had made it halfway from where the forest line had broken and where the building was placed, when you sensed that you weren’t alone any longer. And by sensed, you meant the fact that an arrow was sent flying mere millimetres past your arm. You had gotten lucky for now, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did in your case.

Just make it to the house, you thought.

But alas, you never would. That is, at least, not on your own.

Turning back for just a second, you got a glimpse of who was attempting to take your head; two skeletons and a creeper.

With the throbbing of your foot (and your eye beginning to swell shut), you were now much slower than before. There wasn’t much you could do, but turn and fight. Although, that wasn’t the smartest option either, considering you didn’t have a shield and the only weapon you had on hand was an iron sword. It would have to do.

Taking a few quick deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm your pounding heartbeat, you turned to face the oncoming threats. The first arrow was easy enough to dodge, the second being the same. The third however, not so much. The tip managed to lodge itself in your thigh, and it went in deep. An involuntary yelp escaped your lips, loud enough to gain some attention.

With the arrow head still in your leg, you swung your sword at the closest skeleton, slightly proud of yourself as you watched it turn to dust at your feet. But your victory was short lived, the all too familiar hiss of a creeper way to close for comfort. Before you had time to register what was happening, you were being thrown away from your position, landing hard on your back.

Hard enough to knock the wind out of your lungs, leaving you spluttering and gasping. Hard enough to easily give you a concussion. Hard enough for something in your shoulder to crack, most likely a broken bone. Hard enough to somehow make you cough up blood, something you should be much more concerned about.

But you weren’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to be, the pain and agony being too fresh to be able to focus on anything else. A harsh wave of anguish washed over you from head to toe, sending unpleasant shivers over your whole body.

You couldn’t move, either. With the blood dripping from the arrow head in your thigh, your mangled ankle, swollen black eye, heaving chest, pounding headache, and what feels like a broken shoulder, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to get up and keep going.

At least this wouldn’t be the worst way to die. The snow falling from the sky blended in nicely with the stars, a wonderful blur of white. A quiet sigh escaped your lips, and you let yourself close your eyes.

What you didn’t hear was multiple pairs of feet shuffling to your side, carrying you into the warmth of the fire lit in the cabin you had come so close to making it too.

Calloused hands lay you down on a pillow next to the raging flame whilst another pair scanned you for any major injuries. To their surprise, they were greeted with many more than they had anticipated (and wanted). Six major injuries was what the counted, with heaps more smaller cuts and bruises. How you were still alive was a miracle to them.

The same calloused hands began to work away at the wounds, trying their best to keep the blood in and keep the pain out, which proved to be a very difficult task. In the end there were two people helping you out, the other two either to stubborn or plainly told to stay away.

After multiple strenuous hours of stitching, cleaning, mending and bandaging, they deemed you fit enough to be left by the comfort of the fire. Despite how shallow your breathing was, they were just happy that your chest was moving up and down at all. Whoever it was that had taken you in prayed that what they did was enough to keep you alive for now.

One stayed on the couch near you, the remaining three scurrying off to their rooms to retreat for the night.

Considering it was around midnight when you had been found, it wasn’t much of a surprise when day broke not long after the stranger sat with you had finally clasped an inkling of sleep. Although it was much to their dismay, they brushed it off to start the households usual daily routine, as if there wasn’t a broken soul curled in on themselves by the fire.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Meal after meal passed, yet you didn’t seem keen on waking any time soon. Your rescuers were worried for your health, despite the steady healing of your many war wounds. You seem to look a bit thinner than you originally had, but that could’ve been the mindless delusion.

Dusk of the third day, you stirred. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the quartet to catch it in their peripheral vision. They had been in the middle of their feed, chatting about their day when your arm curled further around your body, almost as if you were trying to hug – comfort – yourself. They each sent each other a knowing look – that it was time to wake you up. Or at least try.

The same pair of scarred and calloused hands from earlier were the ones to shake your good shoulder gently, attempting to awaken you from your slumber. They rolled you over, so you were lying on your back.

A tired yawn emitted quietly from your lips, your eyes struggling to open. The first thing you felt was a weary euphoria, the type you would feel after waking up from a much needed midday nap. However short lived the warmth is, you bask in the intoxication as it slips through your fingers and moulds into agony.

Opening your eyes, you groan as your whole body floods with aches and pains. It takes a second to soak in your surroundings, and the four strangers awkwardly sitting by you. You don’t recognise one thing nearby and come rather quickly to the conclusion that this isn’t somewhere you had been before.

Maybe it was a dream, and you were really dead. Honestly, a win for everyone.

“Hey mate, how ya doin’?” the man in front of you pipes up, a kind smile wrinkling his older features. You notice that your hearing is completely gone in one ear and fuzzy in the other, but you can’t think of as to why that is. You don’t respond, unable to find your voice. “Oh-… er, do- do you speak English?” he asks, tilting his head inquisitively.

You make no move to reply, staring at him blankly. Everything stays still and quiet for a moment, when another, taller man moves his hands. He is gazing down at you from where he is standing by a couch, appearing to be… signing to you. He falters for a second, muttering to himself and correcting his movements. He stops, looking at you expectantly.

You had learnt basic sign language when you were younger, but you couldn’t remember where or who from. Lifting your hand instinctively to reply, you wince at the stabbing pain electrifying your shoulder.

“Tommy, grab the med kit,” you hear a new voice instruct, but focus more on the fatigue now bubbling in your stomach.

What a fun way to wake up.

[idolsummons]

i think that my world needs places that are like. glimpses into other dimensions. big and ancient tombs which, when entered, are glimpses into vh'thra's home; old asylums and hospitals long abandoned which have become havens for the reformers of yi'xazeth; things of that nature.

[kyovtani]

no because ure so right. thinking about hajime who smirks at how much you need everything inside of him. mocks your whining.

"yeah baby? you need it don't you? wanna tell me how much you need it?"

he's usually the one to suggest it because he likes to watch the way your cunt stretches around his tip and of course your little whines and whimpers are music to his ears. hajime knows you need more than that; he's very well aware that his tip isn't doing much and he's been teasing you for so long, you're just needy and ready to finally cum all over his cock. but it's just so much fun to get you even more desperate, especially when its to the point where you're sobbing softly, begging for more than what he's giving you. those are the moments where iwa just smirks and pulls his tip out, slapping it against your sensitive clit and chuckling at the way you arch into his pathetic touch. "come on baby, beg for it some more and i might give you more than that yeah?" is all he says before he kisses your forehead and makes sure to push you as far to the edge as possible so you can cum once it's just the tip.

[raccoonfan101]

now this is controversial: but instead of neapolitan trio (tommy, wilbur ,techno) being brothers. picture this ok.

phil is known for picking up strays: whether it is animals, assisting people, and all that. now wilbur is his biological son, but phil finds techno in the pit as an adult. after officially raiding the pit that was forcing people to fight, phil brings techno back to help him readjust to life and all that. little wilbur teaches techno how to play some instruments to help him soothe the voices.

but wilbur doesn’t really look to much like his dad. blonde v brown, don’t even have the same eye color. though, the one thing he did get from phil? adopting strays. while adventuring with phil & uncle techno: tommy comes up to him, holding a stick menacingly and says “give me all your money.” few moments later wilbur has already decided to adopt him into the family.

[cosmicfuckupwithasideoftea]

Hey guys, I did a thing!

A soft Donnie & Leo centered drabble based on a favorite head-cannon of mine.

[teddybeartoji]

彡TOGETHER - ALWAYS AND FOREVER

☆. contains: boyfriend!satoru gojo x gn!reader; lots of comfort n fluff wc: 1.1k

a heavy sigh falls from your lips. "i'm jus' having a day."

"you're telling me... that you're having a day... aaaaaaall by yourself, handsome?" you don't need to look at him to know that bf!gojo is wiggling his stupid eyebrows. dummy. faintly shaking your head you try to brush his stupid comment off but your lips have a mind of their own, so used to a smile that they're already twitching upward. and satoru being satoru, he takes it as a very good sign to continue. "i can't believe the love of my life is having a day – without me. betrayal, i tell you, absolute betrayal."

he throws himself onto the couch right next to you, thighs touching. no inches between you.

"stop..." you whine. "let me have my day..."

"no way, baby. we're having a day." tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and he whispers — "together."

when you turn to face him, your noses touch. he never did know what personal space is but it's not like you mind (you love it). he looks into your weary eyes, hiding his frown. he nudges his nose against yours and presses a quick kiss to it.

"so is it a 'quiet' day or a 'sleep' day or a 'bath' day or a 'film' day or a 'park' day or....?" his voice is so soft and sugary and warm and caring and you immediately get lost in your thoughts. he's so sweet. you're so grateful for him. if you told him to be quiet for the rest of his life, he'd do it. it'd be very fucking hard but for you – he'd do it without a second thought. and now he's here, asking you what kind of a day you're having. he would've probably wanted to play video games or make-out or go bully suguru but he won't even bring it up because he can see that it's not the right time for that. and you're so grateful. what did you do to deserve a boyfriend like this? a boyfriend who's so ready to put your needs above his, always and forever.

he observes you in your little mind palace, your eyes are little zoned out and it just might be the cutest thing. he places his hand on your thigh, gently pulling you back to him. he doesn't say anything, only giving you a reassuring smile. you love him.

"a 'quiet' day, i think." your head falls against his shoulder with a soft thump.

"okay."

pressing his soft lips to your forehead, he draws hearts on your back.

a quiet 'sorry' tries to hide inside the crook of his neck, burrowing itself into his hoodie. he catches it, though. like always.

"sorry for what?"

"this."

a rumble in his chest, you feel it so clearly.

"you're sorry for having a day?"

an incoherent mumble is his answer.

craning his neck, he tries to look down on you. a finger finds your nose and boops! it, making you sink deeper into him.

"my baby."

it's like honey – the sweetest coo in the whole wide world. he pours it all over you, covering you in his love, sticking you to him. you don't mind (you love it).

"never ever ever ever apologize for that stupid shit again, though."

...

and there it is — a snicker. not a full laugh but it's enough.

"like - damn, you really are dense sometimes, baby." he whistles, earning him a punch to his chest. and a smile. he's getting there.

"what the fuck is wrong with you, satoru?" sitting up straight, you force your lips into a thin line (it's so hard to not smile around him). "i'm over here begging for mercy for being, oh, i don't know, vulnerable, and you tell me that i'm dense?"

hastily you stand from the couch, leaving satoru staring up at you with a big grin. "what a good boyfriend." you scoff. but your words mean absolute jack shit to him, it's like water off a goose. he's never been more in love. he sees another twitch of your lips and he knows he has you.

turning away, you're ready to make a bit of a scene, ready to stomp your feet, ready to forget everything about your day but you can't. an ungodly strength has you glued to your spot because satoru has other plans. his fingers wrap around your wrist, easily pulling you straight down onto his lap. he mumbles a quick 'the best boyfriend' before attacking you with a quick press of his lips to yours and a smirk and you know you're fucked. this wasn't your plan. this is bad. this is extremely bad. you know what he's gonna do and you can't do anything about it. no, no, no. you were supposed to stomp away and wait for him to come hug you from the back, being all cuddly and cute — this was not the plan.

it's his ultimate power move. tickles.

you hate him.

(you love him so much that you fear your heart will literally explode every time you're around him).

and then his fingers are running all over your sides, laughter bubbling from your throat, no matter how hard you try to hold it back. he manages to hold you down and torture you at the same time, it's unforgiving (and impressive but you won't tell him that). tears brim in your eyes and he can't stop looking at you.

this is how you should look all the time. not the tears in your eyes, of course, but the smile. oh, the smile. from one ear all the way to the other. the corners of your eyes crinkling. he can't wait to grow old with you and see the smile wrinkles, these'll definitely be one of his greatest achievements. he's so serious about it.

luckily, he doesn't keep it up for too long, letting you catch your breath – your head falling back onto his chest, right above his heart.

"you're such a dick."

"you love me so much, i'm surprised you haven't proposed yet."

another weak slap against his chest and he laughs. loud and full of love.

a comfortable silence. his hands rest on your waist, soaking in the feeling of your skin, the feeling of you on him, your heart so near his. you trying to get a grip and he's enjoying his time with you. he could be watching paint dry with you and he'd love it. he hopes you know that (he needs you to know that).

"we can still do a crying party... if you want." his breath tickles your ear. "i'll cry with you."

you're so grateful.

snaking your hands behind his neck, you pull him close. "thank you."

"anything for you. everything for you."

[chiliyue-archived]

physical affection

includes; dazai, chūya, ranpo, atsushi

tags; these get just slightly suggestive (but its nothing too much).headcanons + some drabbles & shorts. these r longer than it should be - I got so carried away

I just woke up so if u find mistakes pls let me know :) I'm posting this before I come up with an excuse to delete it altogether

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—DAZAI

handsy - that's really the only descriptor you need.

honestly, everyone knows you're his partner with how he acts around you; hand on your thigh, waist, shoulder. having to kindly smack him on the back of his head when his hands trailed a little too far-

^ only for him to send you a pout and doe like eyes that fade when you indulge him a kiss. he has zero shame (often at the expense of receiving a sneer from kunikida who had the misfortune of witnessing sometimes. even then, he didn't stop kissing you)

favorite spot is the inside of your palms and knuckles - with a lingering yield on your pulse point. if you ever kiss those areas on him, he'll have cartoon hearts around him & everything

holding his face though? call him your pretty boy or literally anything sappy and he thinks he might just die on the spot.

on the flip side he's also… a bit of a bitch.

traces your bottom lip tauntingly with his thumb, the other is cupping your head to keep your gaze on him. he maintains keen eye contact and relishes in the way you crack while he remains steady.

his mouth is so close that when he speaks, you could feel it vibrate against your lips. but he never closes the distance, he makes you do that instead for teasing benefits :/(if you're shorter than him, it's so over)

revoke his kissing rights and he trails like a lost puppy behind you. " just one, bella?" he whines when you maneuver your head away. it's cute seeing him get all pouty - not so much when his patience runs thin and he takes matters into his own hands

-> caging you in his physique and kissing you hard. fingers calloused are rubbing against your jaw or brushing past your ear to interlock, teasing the surface of the skin as he does so. he enjoys the tremors and shivers it elicits, such reactions becoming burned in the back of his head.

you could barely make a sound with the vigor he expresses his cravings in with your bottom lip becoming captured between his canines

contrary to his theatrical displays, however, i also believe he exhibits a softened demeanor when cherishing you proper (soft dazai agenda)

the tempo of his kisses are slow yet not in accordance with his teasing. while the meandering of his hands grows greedy, when he speaks his voice is reduced to a low whisper, mumbling sweet phrases with each kiss.

✿

dazai wants to blame the bottom of sake for his vermillion flushed cheeks. more alarmingly, he wanted to ignore the way his heart squeezed when you reciprocated the kiss.

" darling," he pulls away, studying your expression. your hair was tousled, a swell blooming on your bottom lip from his recurrent nibbling and ministrations. the moment wasn't perfect, but he could bask in it for a lifetime. " are you getting sleepy?"

the pretty brown eyes you met were half-lidded and blinking. his bangs traced along your forehead from where he hovered, and if you squint, perhaps you would have noticed how the pink of his cheeks deepened the tiniest bit when you laughed at the tickling sensation.

you murmur something intelligible, the words swallowed by his mouth; he shivers when the syllables reverbate against him and the hand at your hip falters slightly. when he reels back, he remains close enough for his forehead to brush yours.

" repeat that, love."

" i said," you mumble, kissing the corner of his mouth. " can we to stay like this forever?"

almost instantaneously his body shakes in anticipation, heart lurching at the sincerity; how can you be so honest to a known liar like him? he slowly nods, his body arching until your chests were touching and breath pricked at your cheek. ever greedily, he seeks out another exchange, this one careful with a lingering touch of desperation.

an "okay" became lost as he gingerly grabs your chin, angling it just the tiniest bit to deepen it. in between the withdrawals and recoil, dazai chooses to ignore the way his breath stills in the pinnacle of moment, made potent when he twines his hand with yours. he provides the appendage a firm squeeze in coordination with the stirring in his chest, your inhales and exhales becoming synchronized.

he can't lie, he's been thinking just as much.

✿

dazai also likes your hands. chances are his are bigger than yours and he finds himself comparing hand sizes with you. his eyes crinkle when your fingers are dwarfed by his.

adjoined limbs are swayed back and forth when you walk together. same applies with intertwined legs, but when he's not busy doing that, he's playing footsie beneath the table.

he needs to be with you whenever he can!! the spot across your table remains permanently empty as he makes a home of sitting as close as possible next to you instead

he can't even be embarrassed with overly sappy displays, not when he's loving it twice as much. " good morning, osamu," you once said, palms cupping his face. he doesn't know if something has ever made his heartbeat spiked as hard as that did. " can I have a kiss?"

if he didn't turn to putty from the request alone, then it was the way you circled your thumbs on his cheekbones when he brushes his lips to yours. tentatively, he curls his hands behind your waist, holding you close before you get too far.

" can i have some more?" his eyes are shimmering in mischief as ever but his skin has progressively grown warmer since you've found him.

dazai is cuddly. getting to hold you close and listen to your heartbeat? yeah, he could die happy right now

unsurprisingly, napping with him is among his favorite passing time activities.

the closest you may get to see a vulnerable side to him is if you card your fingers through his hair. admittedly, he finds it troubling how his built-up walls crumble so easily with a couple of strokes. but the only thing he can focus on now is the sensation of fingers devoid of pain carefully tend through his hair and how warm his chest feels

kisses on the forehead when you're in need of comfort ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

✿

" i'm right here, love." when you glance up at him with red eyes and puffy cheeks he could feel his heart break right into two. even more so when your voice cracks and he tries to hide the way his face drops when it echoes in the somber ambience.

attentively, he cups your cheeks as his lips apply delicate pressure against your forehead. he sighs when he feels your trembling hands subdue and your breathing regulate; its panning against his skin rivaled any other comfort he could ever receive.

" better?" when you nod, he could feel his grin return, just a bit weaker. " today has been hard on you. get some rest."

" can you stay with me?" he already knew the answer in his head but it still makes chest swarm tremendously.

he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, lips brushing your forehead again. " of course."

he wasn't the one needing comfort and yet he still felt a deep-rooted tingle right in his chest when you hugged him closer than usual. he depised the circumstances behind it, but he couldn't deny the way it made his barren chest feel less akin to a husk when you felt so secured against him.

his hands start to comb shrough your hair, watching as the strands bend between his fingers and he ensures to provide your scalp proper attention now and again.

he wasn't sure if he'll be able to sleep, he was more concerned in making sure you did.

he blinks when you move to press your cheek against his chest, right where his heart should be. " thank you," your words were muffled against clothes, sending vibrations along his bones.

" you don't have to thank me." he places a last kiss to your forehead, the longest one of the night. his legs shift to intertwine with yours, listening keenly to the sound of your breath until it slows into an assuaging rhythm.

dazai can't recall the last time he had to take care of someone. it's made apparent as he grapples with uncertainty - almost becoming overwhelming with how powerless he felt in the situation.

though tonight, he was sure to hold you a little tighter.

✿

likewise if you kiss his scars and the skin beneath the bandages, he could feel the breath in his throat still and his heart do cartwheels. it's been so void of human touch for so long and he appreciates the care you exhibit towards something he considers to be ugly.

" all better now!" you punctuated your words with a kiss to the newly coiled cotton on his arms. dazai could do nothing but swallow hard, his "thank you" mumbled under his breath; he didn't like the pain, but it wasn't so awful when you spoiled him like this ♡

neck kisses + scattering the expanse of your throat with baby bruises you can not hide. afterwards, he traces it out with his index finger while he takes in the markings with great interest.

when it starts to fade he gladly renews them

✿

" that tickles," you murmur, voice reduced to a whisper; you couldn't trust yourself, not with dazai scattering kisses along the exposed patches of your neck. the rehearsal of which doesn't falter, even when you tug on his increasingly unruly curls.

" my apologies, 'bella," you wince as he captures a patch of your skin between his teeth. " i think i've found my favorite form of art." he has the gall to feign a tone of sympathy, lips arcuated at the growing disparity.

in addition to the nibbling, his fingers skimmed along your torso, moving in taunting lines he knew ran your sanity thin. dazai knew all the places that made you shiver, it was a piece of information that became abused with the movement of his hands in that moment.

against your rationality, you sunk into his touch, fingers twitching along his roots. it brought a simper you couldn't see but his satisfaction is made apparent when his actions grow sloppy, scattering along the expanse of your throat and meandering along your collarbone.

" you had every chance to leave," he smirks when you don't reply, content with the way your nails briefly printed on him. predictably, he gives another nibble on your skin, tugging back gently. " this might be my favorite spot."

right on the center of your unguarded throat.

" i can't hide those there."

he laughs, breath cascading skin. " that's what i want, darling." he thinks he might lose himself when you bring a particular tug in his hair, a sound akin to a grunt reverberating against your throat.

" you're being mean." dazai makes the mistake of pulling back, gracing him with your disheveled hair, reddened lips and growing streaks of red. already he finds it to be his favorite piece of jewelry.

" don't look so down," he pressed a kiss to one of the blooming blemishes, grinning as it became more pronounced. " you'll get your turn soon."

-

—CHŪYA

he takes his gloves off when he goes to touch your face. he doesn't want the sensation of skin on skin to be hamper by the piece of article.

kisses to your temples & neck are exchanges he shares on the frequent. though depending on the height difference, it may also be a gesture reserved for when you're sitting on his lap or cuddled up into him. head kisses in particular feel appropriate for anything really

as for himself, i'd say he likes to be kiss on the lips(mainly so he can distract from the growing crimson that tickles his forehead)

but it's hard with the handsome face chūya has. his growing pout tells you he's growing impatient when you favor his cheeks, but the hand gripping your sleeves are so counterproductive

" can you do it properly?" he gruffs, brows furrowing that weaken by your persistence. his skin was growing warm from the kisses you spoiled him with but it hardly compares to the proper thing on his lips, aching for the familar sensation almost painfully.

he shivers when you trail to his mouth, just shy of it and his grip tightens. " like this?"

his eyes flutter shut when you close the distance and before he could realize it, his hands began to sift through your hair. " yeah," his exhale was shaky, voice dropping to a low lilt. " don't stop that."

he sleeps with his head buried in your stomach - his nose is brushing against your abdomen with toned arms slithering around you like a form of cocoon

it reaches a peak when you brush your thumb over his scalp, and you can physically note the way the muscles in his body sink. you can't see his face, greeted instead by a cascade of reds; but his lips pull into a grin at the action

it grants you the opportunity to play with his hair. and sometimes, when he wakes up to find the claw clips and cute brooches that push his bangs aside and show off his pretty eyes, he won't be tempted to remove them right away.

✿

he wanted to roll his eyes when he saw you pull out the collection of hair clips, taunting pastels and neons gawking back at him. but he has to admit, he stopped caring the moment you started to play with his strands of hair. the locks weaved through your fingers, silky and soft stirring a form of ease that compels him to remain still. when he did move, it was only in an effort to bring himself closer, almost like snuggling(though he profusely denies it as such and regards you a scoff that doesn't compliment the rest of his actions).

had he not been treading precariously the boundaries of sleep, he may have been able to pick up on the way his heart quickened; a solace riveting up his spine and leaving in the form of a breathy sigh.

he blinks his eyes at you, nose scrunched up when you start mapping out his handsome features with your thumb. " you're getting distracted."

you acknowledge his statement with a coy grin and chūya felt his heart swell even at its simplicity. "i know." you move to press your lips to his forehead; if the smile wasn't enough to dissipate the frown on his face, that was the drug.

a flash of color peeks in the corner of his eye as you draw another clip. " i was just wondering how you would look in pigtails," you joke and chūya could feel his face twist— eye twitching at your jest.

" you're pushing your luck."

" it won't be that bad, chū."

" i could leave right now." his voice was terribly unconvincing when brooches adorned his head.

" you would have left a long time ago." you grin when he doesn't refute you. " just relax."

chūya knows he's defeated when you thumb his scalp again, eyes screwing shut involuntarily. " you're enjoying this too much," he grumbles. he tilts his head to the side, granting you access to his hair, hands falling pilant against your thigh. it bewilders him how much relief washes over him as you start to pry the strands apart again.

you know he's fallen asleep when he stopped replying to your ramblings; his words going from full sentences, to sporadic words and then slurred vowels. when you peek down, he's resting comfortably on your lap, lips slightly parted and allowing light snores to fill the silence.

chūya is far too deep in his subconscious to contemplate anything, but if he could, he thinks he might just get addicted to this.

✿

a clingy drunk. in addition, the alcohol is effective at loosening his tongue, resulting in declarations of his undying love that are muffled when he goes head first into your stomach (≧▽≦)

in lieu of that, he likes to spoon you, with himself being the big spoon. he has his head in the crook of your shoulder, and you feel his inhales and exhales against your skin.

he likes your body heat, it grounds him to earth and coaxes a soft demeanor that he fails at suppressing

thoughtful when it comes to kissing in the public eye. he isn't fond of drawing that form of attention to your relationship, but he isn't opposed to stealing a couple of kisses now and then.

it's fast, it's simple and enough to satiate you and himself. and it's enough to tell onlookers that he's your bf

it that didn't give the memo, its the gloved hand on your waist that spoke to people that you were taken.

though that doesn't stop him from tugging you closer in a spur of his protective tendencies. it's a subconscious act he does when you pass a group of people or when yokohama is notably crowded. it's not merely because he's short and is worried about losing you to the sea of wayfarers(at least thats what he tells you) - rather, it roots from a concern that's only repleted when he knows you're safe

behind close doors, however, his kisses lack patience if the way he's gripping your clothes is anything to go by. and while he demonstrates a growing restlessness, he remains pensive to his own strength and withdraws to give you proper time to catch your breath.

but he knows exactly what to do intensify each one and make your brain go hazy

cupping your cheeks, tilting your head, voice speaking in a meticulous timbre that shakes your skull. you're far too consumed in the kiss to recognize when his free hand has found its way to your back, gliding along the spine before slipping beneath the hem.

his gloves are cold against your skin, mumbling a faint 'sorry' that's nearly swallowed when he brushes his lips to yours for nth time.

the limbs explore along the dips and contours, pinching your sides and smirking into the kiss when you yelp in surprise (inwardly, his heart is beating so fast, he wonders if you could hear it when his chest is pressed against yours.)

without the gloves, his hands are a hint warmer. but even warmer are his cheeks when you press kisses to it. he knits his brows together in an attempt hide how much he likes; ultimately, he betrays himself when he pulls you closer

✿

" what the fuck are you doing," he stammers as you press a kiss to his warm cheeks. despite himself, he makes no effort to move when you brush your lips on the other - even warmer than the neighboring pair.

"kissing you," you hum. "... want me to stop?"

" no." he hates how fast the words left him and he hates how you grin at that. it was just the thing to crumble his resolve - and more specifically, it's just the thing to make him go mellow, subservient to your ministrations with his heart beating erratically - even within the scrutiny of strangers and coworkers.

" give me a warning next time." he wants to frown but the expression dies when you crane your head to make contact wherever you can reach. in reponse, an arm finds purchase on your hip, shuffling you closer until you are nuzzled up to his build.

he wasn't sure what rumors would circulate if people saw him being soft - and frankly, he couldn't bring himself to quite care much about the prospect either; inwardly, he was already missing the rehearsal of your lips on his, a desire not easily quelled and he was far more occupied with fixing that.

you let out a confused hum when he suddenly taps at your cheek indignantly. " well?" a thumb hooks beneath your chin, bringing you just shy of his mouth. "are you going to finish what you started?"

✿

when he's making kissy faces with his partner, it's nobody's business.

if you have dimples, he kisses those, each one before concluding it off with your lips

chūya just likes to be in contact with you in some way really. longing to hold your hand and scribe incoherent phrases on the palm. reflected in the way his feet nudge closer to yours and how he never fails to hold your hand beneath the table. when handing you items, he reveals a form of reluctance when he detaches away.

i really want to say he does that thing where he places his fedora over his chest when he kisses your knuckles. he tries really hard to maintain eye contact, but it falters when you send him a beam that makes his chest ache from beating so fast.

and lastly, he never leaves without getting a goodbye kiss first.

✿

" you're forgetting something." chūya vexed— furrow brows bruising his otherwise neutral expression. he hasn't moved from where he stood, silhouette stilled by the partition with nothing but the perpetual tapping of his foot to remind you of his presence. it took all of your strength to push back your laughter at his childish display.

" i am?" you question with a tilt of your head. the inquiry rewarded you with a huff from the former, lip twisting into a frown. admittedly, he looked cute when grumpy, pretty dark eyes tracking you behind colored bangs.

" my kiss?" an index finger points to his neglected lips, promptly chooses to ignore the red hue that harbored along his cheeks, tickling his forehead tauntingly.

chūya tracks your movements as you stride forward, cupping his cheeks within your palms. he resists the urge to close the distance himself - as alluring as it was - he sought out satisfaction when you comply with a genlte kiss. against his own volition, a breathy and likewise dreamy sigh leaves him, just barely audible by the exchange.

his hands sneak down to rest on your waist, twitching when you press a final peck to his cheek. promptly, you decide not to comment on the way a grin was threatening to crack on his oh so serious face.

" better?"

"very."

-

—RANPO

yk in the movies where the guy picks up the girl and spins her around when they kiss? ranpo wants you to do that with him but he's the girl.

piggyback rides ! except he's the one on your back :/ " to the detective agency, y/n!" he jabs out a lithe finger, his dimple smile steady even when you meet him with a glare over your shoulder. it makes him more eager than anything, face squishing against your cheek as he loops his legs around your waist.

" don't give me that look" he exasperates, a brow quirk at your nonverbal response. " the world's greatest detective can't be in better hands."

" you can get there yourself," you sigh, averting your gaze back in front of you. it was hard to fight against him, his persistence shaping your decision the longer he clinged to you.

" thats the boring alternative. duh," he breathes, nuzzling his cheek against your hair. " you know me better than that. besides, i like it when you hold me."

likes kissing you. he will rope up any excuse to steal a kiss. he finished a piece of paperwork? he deserves a reward. finished eating a cookie? kiss the crumbs off. you have absolutely nothing else to do? well, his lips are right there, give him a smooch <3

his kisses taste sweet, the faint traces of chocolate and jams coating his lips. it won't be too far from him to make you guess the flavor of cake he had that morning, but really you think he's just trying to pull more kisses from you. cause he is

✿

" tastes sweet." ranpo shudders when the words vibrate against his lips, cheeks deepening to a rosy hue but the playful glint in his eye ceases to falter. " banana or strawberry?" you blink, a pensive look comprising your features.

a hand cups the back of your head, bringing you close enough for your lips to hover his, still glossy in faint syrup. " nope~!" his proceeding laugh was cut short as he closed the distance again, the ache to kiss you too profound. and with you seated on his lap, he utilized the given opportunity greedily.

you resist the urge to gasp when his tongue swipes along your lower lip, with it the tinge of a fleeting flavor; you recall watching him eat something sweet and sugary in the morning.

he smiles against your mouth, savoring your reactions and attempting to draw out the kiss. " that's definitely strawberry," you contemplate.

ranpo whines when you withdraw, grip tightening against your hands in a stubborn display - it was perhaps the most desperate response you've gotten from him that evening. " are you lying?" you tease with a knowing look; you don't think you've ever seen him shake his head as vigorously as he did now.

" i think," he brushes the corners of your mouth, fingers settling against your chin. "you'll just have to kiss me until you get it right."

the possibility to ponder a response was stolen from you, swelling lips already chasing your own with renewed zeal. dumbfounded, you were naive to the abandoned slice of shortcake just a couple tables away. but by the time you discover it, your little game would be long forgotten.

✿

his childish demeanor often seeps through into his portrayal of affection, fond of sweeping you off your feet at the displays(and at times quite literally too)

it varies in forms; one day he can slump against you like a koala, grip like a vice. and the next he decides to randomly squish your cheeks and bring a kiss to your puckered lips

" ranpo-?!" you sputter, disoriented from sudden and hasty movement. you recall looking over some documents, the next you were gazing into wide green orbs and a nose bumping yours. a self-satisfied look curls on his face, relishing in the way your face fumes beneath his touch.

" surprise~"

" what was that for?"

" just wanted a kiss." he evades the hand on your cheek in favor of curling your bangs around his finger. " i'll come back for more."

he's shameless, unafraid and bold. perhaps not to a similar depth as dazai, but ranpo yields an unpredictability that easily leaves you mellowing in his ministrations

blows raspberries on your cheeks and palms just to coax a laugh from you. it's a reaction he can't help but mimic too and implores you with a "my turn!" while tapping his cheek expectantly.

has probably nibbled on your cheeks at some point too…. :/

likes to hold your hand, slipping it into space randomly and nonchalantly. he sticky like that; appearing from thin air and finding your hand trapped with his.

even better if you sit on his lap or vice versa

when you sleep, he lays on top of you because he doesn't want you to leave him alone. plus! it provides him the perfect advantage to pepper his lips on your collarbone or other patches of expose skin

goodnight kisses (and nap kisses) are a must and he turns greatly fussy when denied such "necessities" as he puts it

✿

" i'm only going to get a glass of water," you reassure him, sweeping his messy bangs aside to press a kiss to his forehead. the crease between his brows goes slack, but his grip remains fixed; it was late, and the last thing ranpo wanted was for you to leave your spot on the futon. " i promise."

his eyes surveyed your face for an inexplicable answer and the fidgeting of his fingers against your forearms tells you he's hesitant.

a silence shrouds the dorm before he speaks again, voice weakened and resigned - it almost made you want to stay in bed with him, enveloped by the unspoken words and his endless aura of affection. " okay." you trace your finger over his cheek, pallid and smooth beneath the pad - the gesture was persuasive enough for his grip to grow lax. he didn't let you get too far yet however, an outstretched pinky waiting before you. he bestows you a broaden grin when you accept it, pressing a kiss to the tip of the adjoin digits.

he doesn't leave your side even as you fix yourself a glass of water, your shared blanket haphazardly draping his shoulders and trailing behind him. he lingers by your arm even as the facet runs, interrupting his thoughts with tired green blinking in impatience. and he watches you through his bangs as you replenish your thirst, already looping your arm and guiding you back to your futon.

not a second after your head meets the pillow, ranpo wraps himself around you, dawning a smile now that you're back with him. he didn't care if his elbow was probed at an odd angle, he just wanted to be as close to you as possible.

" you can't fall asleep yet!" he whines, pulling on the sleeves of your shirt languidly. " it's only fair if you give me a kiss."

" i gave you one earlier."

his gaze shifted to a mixture of displeasure and yearning, small hands pulling eagerly on the fabrics of your clothes. his pleading green eyes made it hard to resist his demands, obscuring into a candid vulnerability you seemingly wielded over him.

" but," ranpo leans close enough for his nose to brush yours, messy fringe framing his sleepy face. his hands flex around your palms, nails scuff on the contours, voice going so low you almost didn't hear him. " i can't fall asleep without it."

✿

pinches your cheeks when in vie for your attention. in any case, he isn't against stomping his foot and whining as a last resort :<

his pout dissipates when you grant him with a collection of kisses or allow him to sit on your lap, fiddling with the ends of your hair or scribbling random phrases on your thigh that he makes you guess

i wouldn't put it against him to randomly jump into your arms or back. the questioning glances he receives hardly impedes him, instead murmuring an "i miss you," into your shoulder. he quivers in your arms when you comb your fingers through his hair, eyes squeezed shut in an air of bliss.

when it comes to deep embraces, he nestles against you akin to a cat, hands pawing wherever he can reach with greedy intent. and that cloak of his can easily encompass the pair of you, performing as a makeshift den of sorts. it feels like your enclosed own little world with him pressing kisses along your face like a butterfly

ranpo is attentive, all too familiar with your habits including the ones you don't cognitively account for. he notes the way you fidget with your fingers, and increasingly it came to be with his fingers you grew fidgety with. if you have a habit of tugging your sleeve, it's not your sleeve you're tugging on anymore but his instead.

he comes to recognize these patterns and responds in kind either with a squeeze to your clasped hand or tapping against your skin in a form of code.

has love hearts in his eyes when you offer to feed him. if he's feeling kind, he'll reciprocate the gesture, though, often at the expense of getting something he wants.

napkins are overrated, kissing off the crumbs or using his thumb are so much more favorable alternatives to him

" say ah~"

you cocked a brow as sugar became smeared on your lip - hardly helped by the titter coming from him. ranpo's persistence was tenacious and the myriad of his treats proved to be bottomless. you weren't sure how many treats you've been fed at that point but it's evident the former found enjoyment from the coddling as evidence of his dimpled smile.

ranpo offers you another confection, a velvety cookie glazed in congealed frosting. when you indulgently take a bite, the filling melts in your mouth and the taste of vanilla floods your taste buds.

" it's good right?" he gives you a smile as he observes your face, brightening when you react positively. " i got them just for you. i knew they were your favorite."

he suddenly pauses, eyes fixating toward your direction. he pays little heed to the look you send him, not when his gaze centers south; that should have been your first sign to up and leave - you want to blame his bribery of treats for your reason to stay.

" you got crumbs all over your face," he said, eyes squinting. while his tone was gentle with a trace of mirth, the way his eyelashes batted innocently at you alluded otherwise. ranpo always held a resurgent glimmer in his eyes, one that he couldn't blink away easily.

he hastily stops you before you could grab a napkin to dapple it away, residing to instead run his thumb along the corners of your mouth. the deliberate proximity catches you off guard and given how his lips shift into a faint smirk; that was exactly the reaction he was hoping to coax.

" much better," he leans back but not without pressing a peck to your nose first.

he plucks out another cookie - and much to your surprise doesn't eat it down right away. more accurately, he crudely cracks it half, revealing an abundance of sugary filling hidden within the confines. without a hint of hesitation, he dips a finger into the cream frosting and messily swatches it against his mouth.

his dimpled smile doesn't leave him for a second even as he slots in front of you directly. his pink cheeks and light stutter chipped away at his facade but his green eyes and lips pulled into a firm beam remained confident.

you almost detested the way it was infectious otherwise you would have rolled your eyes.

ranpo reached out to cup your cheeks, waiting. " it's only fair you do it back, okay?"

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—ATSUSHI

he holds a lot of hesitation when it comes to enacting anything physical and it shows.

modest, never performing any actions without your explicit consent. even so he exercises slow movement and allows you the opportunity to withdraw if you so desire.

he follows you around a lot though, seeking comfort from being your presence

it shows in the way he inches himself closer to you when you're in the general vicinity. in the way he glances at you for confirmation before lacing fingers. in the way he scoots his chair to close just so his thigh is just slightly nudging yours.

he questions how you're able to be so composed even with something as minimal as brushing clothed skin because inwardly he's going abrack and he can't focus on anything else

" atsushi are you listening to what i'm saying?" your voice broke him from his stupor, head perking up

in the following moment he could do nothing more than let out a nervous laugh, eyes fluttering in companion of scarlet cheeks. " ye- i… erm.. can you repeat that please?"

actually him -> (〃´𓎟`〃)

his favorite physical attributes about you are your hands, i think! they're so strong, and it fits into his perfectly <3 he can spend an hour just tracing the lines along your palm and appreciating the details

as such he's a hand holder as well. he shyly links his pinky with yours before gradually lacing the rest of the digits. when he looks at the joined limbs, it's like a shot of comfort runs right through him.

✿

you often catch him peering at you in the corner of his eyes, mosaic of yellows and purples squinting in intrigue. presently, his hands go clammy, fidgeting against his pants at a random manner; it was a common gesture of his, one that didn't go by unnoticed by you.

" something wrong?" he eases up a bit at the sound of your sincere tone.

" no, not at all," he gives off a nervous laugh, hand scratching the back of his neck. too far into his nerves, he failed to to recognize how the area became chafed. " i was just wondering," he paused, lips shaped into a bashful smile. " can i… hold your hand?"

atsushi didn’t have a mirror on him but he doesn't doubt that his face can put tomatoes to shame.

fortunately, the stiffened muscles on his back go slack at the giggle you release, a nervous chuckle pouring from himself. the erratic beat of his heart meanwhile, resumed its ricochet against his sternum, blood pounding on the lobe of his ear.

"you don't have to be so hesitant about holding my hand, 'sushi." you accentuated the statement by dipping your palm to take his.

it's evident he takes your words to heart, as next time he wordlessly hooks his index finger with yours before properly weaving the rest of the appendage. it was like a perfect puzzle, he reckoned and he gave his head the faintest tilt to gaze at it.

without realizing it, he rolls his thumb over the knuckles, savoring the exchange and the sensation of your fingertips on his. you haven't even spoken a word and already, his heart fills immensely full.

and if you pay attention, you may even catch him grinning at the presumably courageous gesture he mustered himself to do. his clammy palms tell you he's nervous, but it's hard to resist him when he's genuinely trying so hard.

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when he does garner the confidence however, he holds his hand out for everything; helping you out of the car(princess treatment w him tbh!), guiding you to bed when you're really sleepy, or when he just needs to be in some form of contact with you. he may even take it a step and pepper some kisses on the knuckles or rub the joints

moving his hand along your back when you're having a bad day of sorts. he may even resort to drawing shapes or random designs with the back of his nail as he listens to all your troubles

whenever your face scrunches up he kisses the pinched muscle until it goes loose again.

" there's that smile." he pushes aside his diffidence for your sake, cupping your cheeks before pressing kisses along your cheeks.

for himself, he finds a sort of reprieve by lying down on your lap. the moment his head makes contact with your thighs is like instant relaxation for him.

and all he can pay attention to afterwards is the sensation tickling his ribs and the way you mindfully took his roots within your fingers.

he seeks stability in such actions; his deep exhale occupying your dorm and meandering with the dust particles that float around him. he doesn't even realize how he's nuzzling closer into your body, eyes squeezing shut when you favor his scalp for a few seconds.

if he could purr, he would

kissing the tips of your fingers and hugging you from behind ♡

its the best form of affection he could ask for when he comes home groggy and sore from work

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" i'm home." exhaustion claws at his voice, movements stiff and sluggish as he strips of his tie and other accessories. his eyes surveyed the area, searching until…

a pop of familiar hues sweep into his vision. it revitalizes just enough energy to sustain a pair of open eyes, belied to the fatigue housed prior.

" welcome home, 'sushi." you greet with a smile he couldn't help but mimic even as the muscles in his body disagreed with it.

your mouth moves to mumble something else, but the words become intelligible to his ears. he was more far more concerned in slumping into the crevice of your shoulder, head falling into familiar position.

" miss you," he murmurs, rubbing his cheek against you, affectionate as ever. his hands wander down to your waist, finding the hemline. perhaps his growing daze subdued his rationality, for his hands slipped beneath, pinky faintly hitting skin.

" let's go." you gently tugged on his arm, intending to guide him to your futon; you only managed a couple steps before his grip went firm. almost uncharacteristically. when you turn your head, your met with a pair of fluttering lashes gazing at you - droopy but in its reflection was an intangible touch of fondness.

" this is fine," he brushes his lips to your cheek. the gesture was sloppy but enough to rekindle a grin on your face. " just want you here."

his finger sprawled against your stomach, heart hastening when you leaned back into him. he took the opportunity to douse himself in your comfort, relishing when you brush your fingers past his ear and scratch along his head.

he feels himself sink more when your nail caught a certain spot, just lateral to his head.

if it weren't for your voice breaking the silence, he would have surely fallen asleep at that moment.

" i'm right here," you murmur. " go ahead and rest." he wasn't sure how those words could weigh heavily on him as it did and also provide him the lull to drift off to sleep. but it didn't matter. the real thing is so much better than he can ever imagine.

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when you cuddle together, he prefers to settle with his hand or head where your heart should be. the thumping is so reassuring, especially when his insecurities pipe up. he needs to know you're still there :(

on the days he can't sleep, he finds himself playing with your fingers: gently flexing the joints and counting the knuckles

he's docile at anything routley intimate; fuming a pair of uncomfortably hot cheeks and legs reduced to jelly. his words often come in the form of stutters and slurred syllables, the slightest of touches jolting him.

his actual kisses though are gentle and considerate, favoring areas such as your hands and cheeks.

in contrast, the drawn-out gestures are hesitant at first. when it came to the first kiss, he had to swallow down his nervousness.

" did i do okay?" he inquires, eyeing your countenance. he feels a crash of relief when a grin curves on your lips and in turn he flashes you a dazzling amiable smile.

"good." he nods at that, removing the space again with the intentions of lengthening it and making it better than the last. good was fine, but he wants perfect when it came to you

when atsushi gets a taste of what physical affection can be like; pecks at his face, squeezing your hand and spooning you close - he's hooked. and he wants more, becoming akin to an insatiable pit. and it's profound.

he yearns for more kisses and lingering embraces that set his nerves aflame. he yearns to be closer to you until it was just impossible.

it also spurs a part of him(and in consequence of his ability as well) a yearning to leave some markings along your skin. he tries to be considerate in where he places it, but he himself is awful at hiding his own blemishes.

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a shaky expression drops on his face, the faint pink on his cheeks deepening to a cherry blush. he wasn't familiar to having your lips press beneath his chin, outlining the thrum of his throat - you could feel it's cadence whenever he sharply exhales, in pair of his palpitating heart.

even within his daze, atsushi remained cautious to not sink his nails into your shoulders. in comparison, he fails to suppress his shudder when your lips brush against a particular spot, air knocked from his chest.

when you glance up at him, his face contorts into a form of raw desperation, tugging onto your clothes until you were just shy of his mouth. meekly, he tries to not linger his gaze on your lips as you spoke; " is this fine?"

it's like you're teasing him, puffy magenta lips gawking at him and he wants nothing more than to kiss you again.

" it is." from the corner of his eye he could make out the faint reds that probed from his clothes hemline, dotting along his collarbone like swatches of paint. he doesn't think he'll ever grow use to it, filling him with an exhilaration he reasons can't be replicated elsewhere.

" i like it actually." his eyes squeezed shut in an effort to steady the eruption of red on his cheeks but it did little to quell his racing heart when you cupped his face, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

" i'm glad, you look handsome like this."

his smile reaches his eyes. "you look pretty too." his nails dug into his palms in an effort of restraint as he returns the gesture in kind.

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I was originally hoping to include fyodor but this was so long already. w/ him (& unfinished) it would be 8k words. I rlly want to do version for sigma and akutagawa too. ty boxing fyodor anon 4 enabling my behavior TwT

these have so much room for improvement but I've fiddled around with it sm (๑′°︿°๑). if this doesn't leave the drafts now, it never will. I'll fix mistakes laterrr

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[parasytte]

I can imagine while Yan cheerleader and jock would think if every excuse to hang with reader, with reader it would be the complete opposite. With them making excuses to not hang out. Even going as far as *gasp* making friends with people to hang with them after school instead of going to jock+cheerleader games/practices.

Like, the two would be like, "I heard you're not doing to well in (class) you should let us help and tutor you." (It's a common trop that cheerleaders and jocks are dumb but they would both need to have good grades to stay in their respective teams and not get kicked off)

Reader would them be like "actually I already asked someone else to help me after school" (bigger gut punch if it's the Yan nerd).

Or--

"I heard you aren't doing anything after school you should come with us to practice"

Just imagine reader joining a club or willingly going out with someone so they could be busy. I just love the idea that these two are totally smitten while reader just wants enough quiet time to re charge their batteries.

Anyways this was just a thought that came to me at school today you can ignore if you wanna. (Also sorry if the wording is weird or I didn't make any sense I'm really tired lol.) Anyways I hope you have a great day/night/whatever.

-sleepy anon <3

yes !! this is how i imagine it would go. the first couple times they just let you go with gritted teeth and tense smiles, but everyone can tell they're in a sour mood. if your 'friends' keep you longer they start death staring them too, just so angry that you would rather spend time with those no-good losers instead of your loving boyfriends. and god, if you befriend that stone/bitch-faced nerd ?? they are absolutely fuming. filled with so much rage elijah would probably be seated out from practice for being too rough. there's many ways this can go now, all depending on how long your 'friends' keep you or who you become 'friends' with. casey might spread rumors if he's feeling extra bitchy, or they just straight up force you to go to their practice/games. like drag you away from your friends and when you tell them that, oh, sorry, i cant come to your practice im actually hanging out with nerd today, they just tell you no and that you're not allowed to talk to him anymore. it makes it 10x worse if you become friends with yan nerd because there is definitely some bad blood there.

which they might not go this extreme the more i think about it. they really only get that mad if you never come to their practice/games and/or you're friends with yan nerd. i'd say they let you hang out with friends sometimes (if they know who they are and that they won't try anything,) and have after school activities but these two thrive on attention, so if you don't give them any they are eventually going to snap.

love this sleepy anon !! i hope you have a great day/night, too. :-)

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Hi this is my first time doing this, I love your Christmas series, I thought of this idea yesterday- pre poly Task force 141 × reader where Ghost, Price and Gaz come to base late at night from a mission while reader and Soap are asleep, they come to base and see reader walking to Soaps room groggy with a pillow, and when asked, they say that Soap snores too loud so they will hit him with the pillow to shut him up.( maybe add a little reaction to them seeing reader wearing shorts and a tank top)

Thank you for sending in this ask. It's such a cute idea!! I hope you like what I wrote.

(Oh btw my blog can be quite dark with my other series, it would be much appreciated if you had 18+ or age in your bio so I know not to block you accidentally)

Sleepy

Pre poly 141 x GN Reader

Warnings: fluff, slight ideation to murder soap in his sleep because he snores like a horse, jealous Gaz, 141 ogling reader in sleep wear nothing too explicit though, sorry if I missed any. This is mostly just fluff though.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated 💋

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The rumble of the engine finally came to a stop. Price, Ghost and Gaz just arrived back on base after an excruciating intel mission. At least it was successful and with minimal injuries. They just needed to shower and decompress for a while in order to recover. Obviously no one was looking forward to the debrief the next morning, it meant they couldn't sleep in. They all file out of the humvee groaning out their grievances to the chilly night air, their breaths condensing into clouds due to the cold.

Price's muscles were killing him after that nasty fall from the second story. But he had wiped their servers of all the information they needed. Which he was happy about. He stretches and groans, hearing his joints pop from sitting in one position too long. He rolls his arms trying to get the knot out of his shoulders, while the other two do the same. They walk the hallways in silence hoping to get to their respective beds as soon as possible. It looked like no one was in the mood to share a bed tonight for obvious reasons.

“It's so unfair that Soap got to spend the last three days with them while we were busting our asses off”, Gaz groaned. He was the most annoyed by the mission arrangement. Especially since he was only just getting closer to you after your near-death experience. He was becoming more and more infatuated with you by the day. So much so that petty arguments were breaking out when one of the other boys spent too much time near you for Gaz's liking. He didn't complain as long as he was paired with you for almost everything.

“You know it's not like that, they were also working whilst we were away. He's probably driving them mad anyway. You know they have a special place for you in their heart”, Price countered. Soap and you were left on base since you two were gathering intel for an upcoming mission. It required a lot of attention so it was decided that you and Soap would stay behind to work on it.

“Obviously I'm their favourite…why wouldn't I be?…I treat them the best..”, Gaz continues to grumble quietly to himself. The other two men can't help but chuckle to themselves. He needed to learn how to share better. Eventually they turn the corner to their private barracks only to find you standing in front of Soaps door in the darkly lit hallway. It was jarring at first since they weren't expecting anyone awake at this time. You almost gave them a heart attack just standing there menacingly. You resemble the ghost with the way your hair was messed up and your clothes were rumpled. Were you sleep walking?

You hadn't noticed them yet, too occupied with staring daggers into Soap’s door while clutching a pillow to your chest. You looked groggy and had your lips situated in an angry pout. Everyone stood not knowing what to do. Price read somewhere you weren't supposed to wake someone who sleepwalks, that it was better to gently get them back into bed. But you looked like you wanted to murder someone. Just as Price is about to move to gently get to you a horrible sound rings out throughout the hallway. A sound akin to jammed chainsaw. A sound that was unmistakably Soaps loud snoring.

“I'm going murder him!”, you shout out, stomping your feet. The men flinch slightly at your outburst but it was a funny sight. Definitely welcomed after their exhausting mission, they try hard to keep their laughter contained.

“Who are ya plannin on murderin?”, you yelp and turn towards Ghosts deep manchester accent hastily hiding your would be murder weapon behind your back. In doing so your chest gets pushed out slightly highlighting your tight tank top with your equally tight short shorts. The fabric clinged to your figure giving the men quite a nice eyeful as you fumble with your words.

“Y-your back, so soon? W-we were expecting you tomorrow morning. Me? I-I wasn't doing anything. I was just going to have a friendly?..yeah friendly chat with Soap. I-I wasn't going to suffocate him promise!…though I could..I definitely could…b-but I wasn't going to do it..promise..m-maybe just smack him a little that's all. I haven't been able to sleep since you guys left…”, they watch you with amusement as you stutter, getting all your excuses out while the men try to hold their laughter in. Obviously they knew you wouldn't harm him seriously, you probably just wanted to hit him with the pillow to get him to shut up so you could sleep. Such an adorable thing you were with your pillow now clutched to your chest as you mumbles your frustration into it. It was a shame the pillow hid all the things they wanted to see but that was ok, they knew this wasn't going to be the only time they saw you in your sleepwear. Especially since they were growing closer to you. But that didn't change the fact everyone needed sleep right now including you. You looked ready to topple over.

Gaz is the first to move as he laughs openly at your antics. He envelops you in a bear hug while trying to get you out of your sour mood. “Come sleep in my bed. I'll put some white noise on so you can't hear him, I'll even make you some tea so you can settle down”, you whine in his hold telling him you've already tried that. Ghost walks by petting your head suggesting wearing ear plugs but you just shake your head into the pillow as you hear him enter his room bidding everyone goodnight. Another earth shaking snore rings out from Soaps room making you groan out in frustration. None of the other men minded Soaps snoring since they were so used to it. They also had their own methods of dealing with the noise. Ghost wore ear plugs but didn't mind the noise most days. Gaz used white noise and the captain was fortunate enough to have his room further away beside his office for easy access.

“Come sleep in my bed tonight sweetheart, you won't be able to hear him there”, Gaz lets you go to pout angrily at his Captain and lover. Price just smirks at him, it was fair game when it came to you. No rules or boundaries were established yet. He'll have to make it up to him later.

“Really? Is that ok captain…?”, you look at him hopefully with your droopy eyes.

“Of course..I need my soldiers in tip top shape. Run along now make yourself comfortable while I chat with Gaz”, you do exactly that after saying goodnight, probably extremely relieved you wouldn't lose another day of sleep. Gaz continues pouting as Price kisses him goodnight.

“Better luck next time love”, Price chuckles to himself as he hears Gaz groan and mutter to himself as he enters his room.

Walking in Price finds you fast asleep, curled up comfortably in the far end of the bed. You must have been really tired. He smiles to himself as he strips quietly to go shower off all the dirt and grime from the mission. Once he's finally scrubbed clean and smelling like his favourite body wash he gently climbs into bed making sure not to wake you. The soft bed is forgiving towards his sore muscles and even better yet that it has a soft body to keep him warm throughout the night. For a second he watches your gentle breathing before getting comfortable and pulling the duvet over you both.

Price is a gentleman..most days.. so he stays by his side but it seems your sleep deprived mind has other ideas because you curl against him the second he's beside you. You were basically treating him like a warm teddy bear, not the Price minded. He just needed to not focus on what you were wearing or else he wasn't getting any sleep tonight. You're probably too deep in sleep to realise what you were doing anyway. Such a feisty kitten you were when you were all tired and grumpy. He watches you move and get comfortable by placing your cheek on his chest as he settles into bed properly and wrapping his arms around you.

You'd do nicely as another addition to their relationship. He knew the boys were growing to love you more and more as the days went by. To the point that jealousy was being felt if anyone apart from them tried gaining your attention. The only question was how to approach the topic? You weren't the brightest when it came to things of this nature and they didn't want to scare or pressure you into anything. But that was a problem for another day. For tonight he was going to enjoy your warmth to the fullest.

“Our grumpy little sunshine, we'll make you ours just wait a little longer”, with that whispered into the darkness Price places a gentle kiss on your forehead before falling asleep as well.

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