#i need to be cuddling him RIGHT NOW

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Angel: Husk let me fell asleep with my head in his lap and kissed my cheek when I woke up. He's so cute. I wish he liked me.

Cherri: *looks into the camera like she's on The Office*

[whimsy-mlm-143]

the gay yearning is coming back gang send help

I definitely don’t want to cuddle up with him under lots of blankets and play with his hair and tell him how much I love him at all right now, full homo

anyways how’s your guys Saturday

[blueflipflops]

Lee Sayoung and Cha Euijae are born to be in a romcom but is forced to be in a high stakes apocalyptic angst wellspring

[zoieru]

nyooo my mind and body yearns for michael kaiser ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜

[quibble-auk]

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil

Look at me. Finally getting around to actual bits of plot I’ve had planned forever. It’s not exactly what I’ve imagine but I like it. It gets the point across. This is not proofread at all and is also kinda short.

I also hate the start but whatever.

Next

Jeopardy has a little breakdown but he’s fine I swear.

—

Warnings!

Injuries. Panic attack? Kinda? It’s smth like that. I really don’t know.

—

Dropmix had asked if Jeopardy would want to go on his behalf to retrieve some medical supplies with a small caravan. Though the larger medic seemed a bit reluctant to extend the offer, he argued it would give Jeopardy the chance to socialize with more medics and gain some experience. It was supposed to be a short trip with an escort to keep the medics safe. Overall it was simple and easy, nothing should have gone wrong.

So, Jeopardy had agreed. He joined the small transport.

It had been a mistake.

They had been traveling safely within Autobot territory when word of a large battle reached them. Their caravan was close and when the field medics requested for back up the leader of their small caravan had quickly redirected. The supplies they carried were needed more at the front, their medical knowledge as well.

That’s when Jeopardy should have known things would go wrong. He had rarely ever gone into the field, and on the few times he had, Dropmix had been there. The young medic should have argued against it, or stuck closer to the others.

The caravan had arrived at the battlefield and quickly gotten to work. Just outside the ruins of what was once Protihex, a large city-state that had flourished from the local mines. Unfortunately those mines had created a rather interesting dilemma since the war had started. The structures were long abandoned and without the proper maintenance had slowly started to deteriorate. The Energon mines below meant the ground was unstable and they would need to be careful not to disrupt it too much, otherwise it could cause a cave in.

It seemed ridiculous to have a battle here. Jeopardy knew they hardly ever planned battles, but it didn’t change the fact that both sides were at fault. Both Autobots and Decepticons were too proud to take a moment to consider their surroundings. It was the same story everywhere, why they had lost so much and turned their planet into a husk of what it once was.

The medical teams deployed had been aired an extra work of caution. Most medics were heavy enough that with enough of a disturbance the ground would cave below them rather than the mechs they stood next to. Other than actual war frames of course, but they had deliberately chosen not to send many of those out onto the unstable battlefield. So medical frames were the ones at the highest risk.

Jeopardy had discovered that first hand when a grenade went off nearby. He had been crouched over a bot who had gotten shot in the side, the medic had barely registered what was happening before it was too late. The ground had groaned as he shuffled to get away, shifting and throwing him off balance. Jeopardy had looked around for someone, something to hold onto. But he was too slow.

The ground gave way and he fell.

When the white mech woke up he was in a large mining cavern, staring up at a small sky light now provided by the small cave in. The air was thick and stagnant, his disturbance sending thick layers of dust and debris into the air and clogging his vents. Jeopardy frantically looked around to find the mech he was trying to heal. They lay to the side, unmoving. The smaller Autobot had not survived the fall.

He couldn’t help but let out a small choking sound as he sputtered to clear his vents, a daunting realization hitting him as he lay uselessly on the ground.

He was alone.

That was enough to force his body into motion, fear making his spark skip as he lurched into a seated position. His eyes flashing around the debris that surrounded him. Jeopardy’s breath picked up as his eyes wandered to the small skylight above. No one had seen him fall, no one would know where to look for him. He needed to find a way out, some way to signal for help. His communicator was having trouble with getting a stable signal.

The white mech forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to keep himself from letting his panic take over. He needed to focus. He didn’t have time to get worked up. His hands trembled as he forced himself to his feet. A pained cry tore through him as he settled weight on his left leg. Jeopardy stumbled, breath hitching as he crashed back down to the uneven ground below him. Another cry escaped him when he landed awkwardly.

Jeopardy hissed as he looked down at himself, letting his medical programs access the damage to his frame; scanners quickly leaping into action. Energon slowly dripped from under the plating in his side. He was bleeding internally. His energon lines pinched, damaged by the fall. However, there was nothing he could do without exposing himself more. His paint was scratched and chipped, his armor damaged. That didn’t matter, that could be fixed later.

The young medic’s head throbbed. Reaching a hand up confirmed that there was damage to his helm. The energon staining his hand as he pulled it away to examine it. Jeopardy’s shoulder had gotten shaded by shrapnel, most likely from the grenade. His eyes wandered down to his leg, his breath hitching again. His ankle sat awkwardly, the struts there were likely broken.

Another choked cry escaped his lips as he reached for the damaged limp, hands lightly tracing over the dented plating and shattered internal structures. Jeopardy winced and pulled away, whimpering quietly to himself. He would need to get the struts replaced, there was no point in trying to repair them. Which meant there was nothing he could do at the moment.

His breath was uneven again, heat building in his core as his engine idled. Jeopardy looked around the dark cavern again with wide eyes. His plates pressed into himself, trembling as his hands shook more. Jeopardy shifted carefully, flinching when he moved too suddenly. He moved to curl into himself more, pressing his back against a large piece of deteriorated structure next to him. Another small cry slipped from him.

Jeopardy knew he needed to focus, he needed to not panic. Dropmix would be sitting there telling him to try and even his breathing right now, to focus on something other than the countless possibilities of what could happen. On the reality of his current situation. Isolated and injured. Unable to escape the tomb the cavern had created for him.

His engine rattled painfully, vents sputtering on the thick air as they forced hot air from him. Plating trembled as it fought between the need to flare up to help regulate temperature and press against him to make him smaller.

The medic frantically looked around, shadows dancing between piles of ruin and flicking in the corners of his vision. The sounds of the battle above long forgotten, drowned out by his own engine and hissing vents. Jeopardy needed to breathe, his attempts coming out as desperate estranged gasps. He fought against the suffocating air around him. He pressed himself against the structure even more.

He was alone.

No one was coming for him.

A pitiful cry forced itself between his choppy breaths. His chest heaved, hands shaking. Jeopardy’s vision swam with static, his processor unable to hold onto a coherent thought other than how screwed he was. Nothing more than how badly he had messed up. Was that why Dropmix had sent him out here? Had he somehow made a mistake back in the medical bay and now the older medic didn’t want him around? Maybe he asked too many questions? Was he too annoying?

It was really getting hard to breathe.

Jeopardy must have done something wrong. Just like he always did. No medical facility wanted him around for too long. He had been wrong to believe that Dropmix’s medical bay would be any different. He had served his purpose and now Dropmix was done with him. He had messed up somewhere and ruined the only good thing he had.

A choked sob echoed around the empty cavern.

Dropmix wouldn’t miss him. When he got word that Jeopardy had disappeared he wouldn’t bat an eye. The medic wouldn’t send someone out to find him. He would probably be relieved that he wasn’t burdened with Jeopardy anymore. He would finally be free of the jumpy mech he had been given in the place of a partner. Dropmix would send for a replacement and move on with his life.

The white medic screamed when the sound of screeching metal interrupted his cries. His eyes lifted to the roof of the cavern as it groaned and fell apart. It was further down, across the large cavern that he could see supports buckling and giving way. The ceiling collapsed, debris raining down and crashing loudly into the ground. The very air seemed to shake at the impact, the ground rattling.

Jeopardy couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move as he stared at caved in spot. Light cascading down as dust settled. His body was painfully tense, his eyes wide as he held his breath. His engine had managed to stall, clicking and ticking as it struggled to restart. The world was silent aside from a distinct ringing. His entire being was on hold, waiting and watching the space that the spotlight illuminated.

Slowly someone staggered to their feet, struggling to stand. They fumbled, unbalanced and feeting unsure, their entire body shaking with effort. Regardless they rose, shaking their head as they attempted to stabilize themselves, leaning on a piece of fallen beam for support. Their golden armor glinting dangerously in the skylight, energon and grime covering the surface.

The silhouette of the large, hulking frame twisted to face him. A new wave of terror washed over him. Flicking eyes met his, dancing between red and white as they stared intensely at him. Blinding searchlights flicked on, the oppression beams of scorching light making him flinch back. They were too far from Jeopardy to make out many defining details—not with the static that danced in his vision—but he knew who that was.

Sunrazor was down here.

Jeopardy had nowhere to run.

[tyracaterinagrant]

i told my mum i wanted to get a cat and she shut me down completely and now i kinda want to cry

[wildsaltair]

guess my brain rot is really rotting today because all I can think about is how if I'm not kneeling over him in this position covering every inch of his chest in kisses life is not even worth living

BONUS (featuring the top of his shoulder / neck where my face belongs at all times)

[skynecraft]

[bloodcoveredgf]

im going to do something drastic

[ectoplasmer]

did you guys know i loove ymy boyffriendss orr

[charliesinfern0]

some aichi comfort ^^

Ichimatsu’s eyes slowly opened as the barely muffled sound of the phone ringing downstairs began to fill his ears. The sound cut through the noisy snores his brothers made, and a couple of them stirred. Ichimatsu stared at the ceiling as he waited for one of his brothers to get up and answer it, or at least pick the phone up from the receiver and put it back down. But after a while, it was clear that they didn’t want to answer the phone just as much as he didn’t. He let out a sigh through his nose and quietly grumbled before sitting up, trying to get his eyes to adjust in the darkness before venturing out into the hallway.

His footsteps were quiet as he walked down the stairs, and his pace quickened ever so slightly as he walked towards the phone, wanting the ringing to stop as soon as possible. When he finally got his hand on it, the thought finally occurred to him, ‘Wait, who would be calling at an hour like this?’

He absentmindedly lifted the receiver to his ear and muttered out a “Hello?”

A quiet, shaky voice answered from the other end. “I-Ichimatsu…?”

Ichimatsu snapped to attention and his grip on the phone tightened. “Ai? Wh… Why are you calling this late?” He had about a million more questions he wanted to ask her. Are you ok? What’s wrong? Why are you crying? 

But instead he left it at the one question that made it sound like he was irritated that she had woken him up with her call. Ichimatsu cringed at himself as he heard Ai sniffle and try to catch her breath. 

“I’m sorry, I-I got.. I just needed to talk to someone… You guys were the first people I thought to call, I’m sorry.” 

Ichimatsu wished he were there to wipe the tears from her face. 

“No, no, don’t apologize, it’s ok.” He said softly, trying his best to comfort her despite the distance. “You… If you want to, you can talk to me about what’s bothering you.” 

He knew he’d only really be able to listen, he didn’t think he’d be any good at giving advice, or even comfort for that matter.  But it’s the least he could do for her.

Ai hiccuped. “Thank you, Ichi.”

“Of course.” He said quietly.

After a few seconds, a sigh came from the other end of the line, and Ichimatsu could hear Ai’s bed creak as she sat down. “I’ve just… everything’s been feeling so distant lately. Ever since I left for college, I felt like I was missing out on the life that I had with all of you.” She sniffled. “I thought… moving back to Akatsuka would fix that. But, now…” 

Ichimatsu could feel a pit of dread grow in his stomach. He knew that, after all this time, she’d realize that she had outgrown the once small neighborhood that they had grown up in together. 

He quietly gulped. “…Now?” 

She was so far ahead of him, of all his brothers. It wasn’t a shock to him that she had left, but it still stung. 

He knew that he shouldn’t hold her back, that it was better this way. At least she wouldn’t be miserable. 

“…Sometimes, I feel like I messed up by leaving home. I feel like I really hurt you guys, I mean-“ Sadness welled up in her voice once again. “I’m sorry, I-“

“No.” He said, a bit louder than he meant to be. “No, you… stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

That all came out too harsh than he wanted it to, he could tell that when he could practically hear another apology forming on Ai’s lips. But, she stayed quiet before letting out a small “Okay.”

Ichimatsu’s legs felt weak from standing on the hard wooden floor, and from the way Ai’s words replayed in his mind. He tried to quietly slump down to the floor, but  the wood squeaked underneath his weight.

Why on earth was she sorry? If anything, he was sorry that she ever knew them. That she ever knew him.

“…You shouldn’t have to worry about us that much.” Ichimatsu finally said. “Sure, we missed you…”

‘I really missed you.’

He sucked a breath in. “But we all knew that you were just following your passion. We supported you because we were happy for you. The way you sparkled…” He trailed off, remembering the way Ai looked on the train platform the day she left. The way his heart ached as he gave her a small wave goodbye, and when she waved back.

“Sparkled?” He heard her say from the other end of the line, snapping him out of his memories. 

“Ah… um, you know… when you’re passionate about something and…” He tried to explain himself, his cheeks growing warm. “…It’s nothing, never mind.” He muttered.

Ai quietly hummed. “Okay.” She let out another sigh, and Ichimatsu heard another creak from her bed as she lied down. “It’s nice hearing your voice, Ichi.”

Ichimatsu grunted. “Really?” It sounded sarcastic, but he was actually bewildered hearing those words come from her mouth.

“Yeah,” She said, “It… It’s just very calming.” 

“Oh.” A nervous silence filled his end of the receiver, him not knowing what else to say. 

After a few moments, Ai spoke up again, hesitantly, “Um, do you think…” Ichimatsu absentmindedly leaned forward, waiting for her next words.

“Do you think you could come over?”

His heart almost jumped out of his throat. Sure, this wasn’t the first time he’s been over to her place, but he didn’t expect her to ASK for him to come over. Usually he just ended up at her front door, in tow of one or two or all of his brothers when they wanted to bother her.

He looked up at the clock sitting on the counter. It was really late. 

“Yes.” 

He quickly pressed his mouth into a thin line. God he sounded desperate saying that.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a little while, then.” He could hear the small smile on her lips.

“See you.” He muttered quickly before hanging up, the phone letting out a quiet ‘click’ as he set it down.

Ichimatsu went upstairs and quietly grabbed his hoodie to throw on before he left. It was early spring, but the nights still got pretty chilly. He slipped on his sandals and out the door, greeted by the pale moonlight peeking out from behind the clouds that hung in the sky.

He knew his way to AI’s house like the back of his hand, having committed it to memory. He started off walking slowly, taking a right, then a left at the streetlight on the corner…

But one he made it to her street, he picked up his pace. It was only once he made it to her house, through the little alleyway that led to her front door, that he realized how idiotic he looked, standing there in his hoodie and pajama pants and sandals with socks. 

That feeling only grew as he rang her doorbell, and when he heard her footsteps approaching, and when she opened the door and her eyes landed on his.

“Hi.” Ichimatsu breathed, his lungs almost feeling like they were going to collapse.

“Hi,” Ai said quietly before taking a step back and opening the door wider. “Come in.” 

Ichimatsu hesitantly walked inside her house, and immediately felt the warmth of her heater melt the cold from his cheeks and fingertips. But the warmth in his cheeks returned when he turned back to look at Ai, who was smiling at him.

But her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks were stained with tears. 

“Um, thank you for coming over. I feel a bit bad for keeping you up, but…” Ai’s shoulders started to shake a little. “I’m just happy to see you.” She was still smiling, but she was wiping away the fresh tears that were forming in her eyes. 

Ichimatsu felt so stupid, just standing there and watching her cry. He felt so stupid for thinking that she ever hated him, loathed him, resented him for what he thought was keeping her from achieving her dreams. It was cruel of him to think that of her. 

He’s her friend. 

Ichimatsu clears his throat, getting Ai’s attention. He lifts his arms slightly and mutters a small “C’mere” as he shifts his gaze to the ground. Ai hesitates, before diving into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. He pulled her in as close as possible, putting his arms around her neck.

Ai sniffled and cried into his hoodie, and Ichimatsu couldn’t care less. He gathered the courage to pet her hair, whispering comforting words. “Shh, it’s ok. You’re ok.”

After a while, Ai had stopped crying, and was just taking in Ichimatsu’s warmth. “Mmmh…” She leaned into his chest, taken in by his scent. He smelled like a cat, which wasn’t bad or anything. It was just… Ichimatsu.

Her eyes felt heavy, and she wanted to fall asleep right there. Ichimatsu felt her shift her weight onto him, and he pulled back to look at her. “You shouldn’t fall asleep on me, I’m not very comfortable.” He chuckled quietly. 

“I think you’re comfy.” Ai said sleepily, still trying to lay her head on his chest. Ichimatsu felt a tender warmth spread in his chest and stomach. “…Let’s get you to bed.” He mumbled, moving Ai so that she leaned on his shoulder. He walked her to her bedroom, and she flopped onto her bed, snuggling into the pillows. 

Ichimatsu hesitated, wondering if he should leave, before Ai opened her eyes and looked at him. “Thank you Ichi.” She whispered, holding her hand out. Ichimatsu slowly took her hand in his. “Of course.” He whisper back. Ai smiled and closed her eyes again, finally falling asleep, soft snores coming from her mouth.

Ichimatsu turned off the lights and made sure Ai was safe before leaving, locking and closing the front door behind him. He leaned back against the front door, sighing. He thought about staying, he would’ve been happy to just sleep on the floor. He thought about holding her for longer, about what he so badly wanted to say-

“I love you.”

Ichimatsu whispered that into the air, and his words bounced around the alleyway, in the silence of the cold spring night. 

…But that would’ve been too much. Too much for him, too much for her. He was just happy he could help her. With his words lost to the wind, he started his walk back to his house. 

Maybe one day the words would make his way back to him, and he’d be able to tell her how he feels.

[quietwingsinthesky]

thinking about Jack s5 time travel au again. eventually he’s going to break down, right? he can tell himself that sam & dean wouldn’t want him to jeopardize the future by changing the past, stand by and let lucifer carry on with his reluctant destruction while telling himself that this is his job, to preserve the life sam & dean & cas will have, no matter how much he’s watching them and everything else get hurt in the present. and maybe for them, jack would misguidedly stick it out and make sure things go as they should because the life that they will have might hurt, but it’s theirs, right? it’s what they wanted, right?

but again. lucifer is also there. lucifer is the crux of the apocalypse, and he’s taken jack under his wing thinking he’s a rebel angel for lucifer’s cause, and he’s so different. lucifer and Jack having quiet conversations surrounded by natural beauty where lucifer is so filled with love for all of it, so furious with humanity for ruining the world, so angry and heartbroken that god wouldn’t listen to him. he’s telling jack this while jack nods and listens and tries not to say anything that will give him away. lucifer’s grooming his wings for him absently, saying how much he missed taking care of one of his siblings while caged, and jack is trembling from the constant affection he’s being shown from his dad who doesn’t know he’s his dad. who has never been like this around him before. who he didn’t know could be like this.

i think that’s what would break jack and push his hand into trying to change the future. what wouldn’t he do, if he has the chance to save his father from himself?

[reignpage]

Quick! Go Hide

in which you prank the sleeping jjk men by telling them, 'You need to hide; my boyfriend's home!'...saw it on tiktok heh

Satoru croaks, “Oh, shit. He is?” 

Groggily, he clambers out of bed and hides in the bathroom, bare feet padding. In the dark, he waits. Seconds pass and he shows no sign of realising what games you’re playing. When you go to collect him, you find him asleep, standing with his forehead pressed to the cold tile, drooling. 

“Is he gone?” He asks, voice raspy, shaken awake once again. You nod, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “Good ‘cause I’m too tired to fight anyone…I’d win though.” 

Soon after, in bed, he continues sleeping. And it’s only in the morning that you find him grinning and prodding your puffy cheek. “That was really funny, babe. Ten out of ten. No notes.”

Suguru's brows furrow. Without opening his eyes, he mutters, “Nice try.”

“No, really. You gotta go; he’ll kill you.” A curse emerges, large and foreboding, just watching in the corner of the room. Shivers wrack your body. It doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, nor utter a single sound. Still, the message is clear. You roll your eyes and cuddle into your boyfriend’s side. “You’re no fun.”

He tucks you in close. “Try again in the morning, pretty girl. I’m sure I’ll be more fun when I’m not half asleep.”

Choso startles awake, bloodshot eyes widening. “Oh no. What should we do?”

He lets you shove him into the closet, shirtless and hair a mess. There he stands patiently, shuffling on his feet and holding his breath. Then, when a minute passes, he has a moment of realisation. Creaking open, the closet door widens to reveal him – he looks unimpressed…and pouty. 

“I’m your only boyfriend; why do I need to hide?”

You giggle. “Sorry, Cho. It was just a joke.’

“I don’t really see what’s funny,” he grouches as he gets back into bed with you, wrapping his arms tight around your body and tucking his head in the crook of your neck, quickly forgetting your prank once his senses are overwhelmed with you. 

Toji peeks one eye at your faux panicked face. He shoves it away, grumbling under his breath about how much of a brat you are and shifts into a different position; he’s got his back turned to you now. Undeterred, you shake him one more time. “I’m being serious. You gotta hide, Toji.”

“Leave me alone, woman. I don’t wanna deal with your shit right now.”

You drape your entire body over his. His beefy arm comes around to keep you steady, in case you fall off the bed with your clumsy ass. “Okay, but if he beats you up and takes me away, your loss.”

He grunts. “I’d like to see anyone try.”

Then, to keep your mouth from disturbing his sleep any longer, he suffocates your face in between his pecs, a hand on your ass, groping it for compensation.

Kento jolts, hands grabbing you to push your body behind his. He scans the room, then the door, waits for the intruder, ready to defend. Only when he hears your stifled laughter does he truly process what you told him. He sighs, hand rubbing down his face. “Can’t sleep again, darling?”

“No. The baby keeps kicking me.” You smile when his warm palm caresses your stomach. 

Leaving a kiss on your forehead, he mutters, “I’ll give them a stern talking to; no child of mine hurts my wife. Now, would you like a midnight snack or should we stay up and watch the stars again?”

Lifted out of bed, he carries you in his arms, intent on keeping your bare feet from touching the cold floor. Even as sleep still courses through his veins, he’s determined to meet your every need – Kento couldn’t fall asleep again knowing you’re wide awake anyway. 

Sukuna doesn’t awaken. He’s as still as a corpse. You try again. And again. Nothing. When you pout and smack his chest, one of his four arms snatches your waist and slides you onto his huge body. Your ass is being patted, as is your head, and with another arm, he rubs your back. 

Calmly, his chest rumbles with his words. “All your previous partners are dead. No one will disturb us. Sleep.”

“Okay, Kuna…wait…no, they aren’t.”

He doesn’t reply, leaving you to wonder when he had the time to hunt them down one by one since he spends so much time never leaving your side in the first place. No answer comes to mind; his body can be so persuasive in pulling you to the land of slumber with him. Though, you are certain he whispers, ‘They will be,’ once he thinks you won’t hear. Try and follow up the next day however and he’ll shrug off your concerns with a, ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’

[novaimperia]

★ asking roommate!sukuna if you can sleep with him because you’re scared

“no.”

the door slams in your face, grazing your nose ever so slightly. you don’t know what you were expecting when you knocked at 2am — maybe you weren’t thinking at all. the booming thunder outside was dizzying and your feet raced you out of your room and down the hall in record speed before you could even process the rattling of your bones. 

you knock again. the door swings open. he is not happy. 

sukuna’s sporting a scowl, piercings glinting from the hallway light, as he glares down at you. he’s shirtless and wearing boxers that hang low on his hips, revealing sharp angles and thick lines of ink. on any other occasion, you would have swooned to yourself but now’s not the time. 

“please, s’kuna. i can’t sleep on my own like this.”

his brow quirks up. “and that’s my problem because?”

fuck. 

he’s not listening. you can’t even blame him — it’s late and he’s already warned you he’s not the sweet type, that you shouldn’t treat him like a boyfriend, and he doesn’t cuddle so unless you’re up for spreading your legs, you should keep your distance. but you thought since you guys have been having dinner together, going out for errands, and even building inside jokes that he might feel inclined to do you a little favour. 

“y-yeah, you’re right. sorry.” you jolt when the next rumble sends the apartment swaying. “oh! fuck. just…sorry. night.”

scrambling back, you clutch yourself tight, resenting the shudders running through you, like the storm has wormed its way in and is eating you from the inside. 

“ah!”

two huge arms wrap around you, lifting you up, back, and tossing you onto a bed. you bounce once. twice. sukuna makes an exasperated noise and runs his hand through his hair. “you’re an annoying little shit. you better not snore or i’m kicking you out.”

then, he’s climbing in behind you, lying on his stomach, faced buried in his pillow and paying you no mind. you’re in his bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like you’ve been here before and will be again. it did occur to you that things might get awkward, but the way he’s not even the slightest bit tense and letting you hike up the covers over both of you even though he runs hot tells a different story. 

minutes pass by, you still can’t sleep. the storm is suffocating. just as your eyes flutter shut, a flash of lightning breaches the blanket of his curtains and a fierce roaring follows shortly after, shaking the bed frame. shit.

“quit shivering. can’t fucking sleep when you’re on vibration mode.”

“sorry.”

he opens one eye to judge you. “you scared of a little thunder? embarrassing.”

“yeah.”

grunting, he mutters something, as if scolding himself and throws an arm around you. sukuna rolls you two over so he’s on his back and you’re on his chest. he’s warm and hardened with muscles, yet you melt into him as if he’s a teddy bear. he smells nice too. 

you’re rendered confused, unable to reconcile his actions with the relevance to anything that had transpired in the last ten minutes. but…you hear it. or rather, you don’t. his body is shielding you from the sounds outside, distracting your senses with the feel of him, bare, against you. the thunders are washed away by the beating of something inside his chest.

quietly, you quip, feeling the need to cover up the heat rising to your cheeks, “i didn’t know you had a heart.”

sukuna scoffs. “yeah, neither. now shut up, don’t want to deal with your grumpy ass in the morning.”

maybe you are closer than you thought. though you won’t bring that up to him, knowing how defensive he gets. unspoken and subtle, you’re content with the way he shows his loyalty. it’s sincere and consistent and that’s all that matters.

so, you find yourself falling asleep dreaming of a fire engulfing you, drowning all else away, and laying a gentle kiss on your head. 

[ivebeenmade]

I haven't been awake an hour, and I'm already crying over her. I can't remember a day when the mornings haven't given me a reason to lose all hope.

hide it in the tags

[navydoves]

Dragon!Sylus and his strange affectionate habits

❥ you’re his mate, but you’re also human. his habits weird you out!

⭐︎

❥ he licks you! you could be sitting on the couch, minding your own business with a book in hand and sylus would come up right next to you and just start licking your cheek. you’d retract suddenly and look him up and down with a strange look on your face.

“what? i already explained this to you kitten.”

licking is his way of showing affection toward you. it’s supposed to tell you “i’m here to protect you” in a way. he also just loves tasting your skin and becoming more familiar with you since it brings him so much comfort. he’ll even lick your hair if he’s really getting into it!

❥ he feeds you really well. hungry? no you’re not, not with him at least. he’ll feed you until you’re completely and utterly satiated from his meals. when he sees you happy and drowsy from a full stomach it brings him very deep satisfaction.

sometimes he’ll put bags of snacks or containers of food where you frequent in hopes you’ll eat them. if you don’t, he’ll take offense or think he did something wrong and now you’re protesting!

❥ he makes you wear his treasures. part of being a dragon means hoarding pretty and shiny things. dragons are very protective and territorial about their things, but sylus makes an exception for you. he insists that you wear the jewels he’s collected and will drown you in his riches.

he especially loves it when you go out into public with his treasures on because it shows off his wealth via his beautiful mate. he’ll designate certain jewels or items just for you and if you’re even a little bit dissatisfied with them, he’ll throw them out right away.

❥ he builds nests for you. sylus will innocently steal your most precious items or the items that seem to bring you the most comfort and then bring them to an empty corner. it’s here that he piles up your cosmetics, clothes, bedsheets, pillows, stuffies—anything you could think of—and then he waits.

sylus would never force you to do anything, he wants you to come to the nest on your own volition without his input. he won’t even mention it, he’ll just wait until you find the nest and watch from afar what you do. if you finally do decide to nestle in, he’ll jump for joy knowing that you like it. he’ll also never come into your nest unless you ask him to, and if you do, let’s just say he’ll take care of you really well.

❥ he purrs, and really loudly too. you’ll hear him purring when you’re cuddling, when you’re eating, when you’re bathing, during sex, when you’re doing anything, really. dragons only purr when extremely content but sylus makes a habit out of it when he’s around you. the man is just very happy.

the sound of his purrs come from a deep place within his chest, making them loud and deep. even though they may startle you sometimes, the frequency and vibrancy brings you a sense of comfort and peace, and sylus knows this. whenever you’re upset or anxious, he’ll start purring loudly in hopes of calming you down.

❥ he walks around naked. of course, sylus only does this with you, but it never fails to catch you off guard. it’s not so much a sexual thing, per se, but more of a comfort thing. he’s so comfortable with your presence that he doesn’t feel the need to keep his tight, itchy clothes on when he’s alone with you. he’ll let everything hang and jiggle if he so calls for it.

although, there are times where he’ll purposefully walk around naked to seduce you like a peacock would. he thinks flaunting off his assets will make you want to pounce on him and make love to him all night—which is unfortunately true.

❥ he watches you while you sleep. at first it was cute, but when you awoke one night to his vibrant red eyes staring you down in the dark, it started to feel a little creepy. he explains it away by saying he needs to make sure you’re okay, which doesn’t really make much sense to you since you were in his secure territory.

because sylus doesn’t need much sleep, whenever you take your beauty rest, he feels the urge to look after you and your vulnerable form. he also just enjoys watching you do something so silly and human-like sleeping. this was one of your habits that he didn’t understand. he does finally back off a little bit after your complaining, though.

❥ he has a wild tail. sylus has full control over all of his body parts at any give time, so his tail is always indicative of how he’s feeling. he has a rather calm tail when you two are around others, but when alone with you? you have to dodge it sometimes from how erratic it is. he explains that it’s the equivalent of how your leg bounces. something you don’t even think about when it happens, but can have control over once you realize it.

it’s just another way of him saying to you that he’s comfortable enough around you to let loose with his body and do more natural, unconscious mannerisms.