hiii! can you do how the gachiakuta boys/men would cuddle/lay with you? pretty pretty pleaseeee!🥹
── ❨ ⸝⸝ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑. ❩ how the gachiakuta men love to cuddle with you!
ೀ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 - nothing, just pure fluff, physical touch/affection, & pet names.
⊹ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ - rudo┆ enjin ┆tamsy┆zanka┆corvus ┆august┆ gris┆ follo┆fu ┆zodyl┆jabber
𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐂 -
rudo barely said anything when he climbed into bed beside you, exhausted from another long day, but the moment you opened your arms for him, he immediately folded himself against you like he’d been holding himself together for too long.
he pulled you close — so close it almost felt desperate.
one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while the other stayed pressed against your back, keeping you against his chest like he was afraid you’d disappear if he loosened his grip for even a second. his face buried itself into the crook of your neck, messy hair tickling your skin while his breathing slowly started calming down.
rudo wasn’t usually the type to admit when he was scared. he hated feeling weak. hated remembering the people he couldn’t protect. but with you, it slipped out in small ways instead.
the tighter he held you after nightmares. (CHE reference.. ifykyk)
the way his fingers would twitch if you moved too far away, how he’d quietly pull you back against him even in his sleep.
“stay,” he muttered softly, voice rough with exhaustion. not demanding, almost pleading.
his grip tightened again when you gently rubbed his back, and for a moment he just stayed there, silent, listening to your heartbeat like it was proof you were still here. still alive. still his.
because losing someone once had already carved something painful into rudo’s chest. the thought of going through it again terrified him more than he’d ever admit out loud.
𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 -
the second you sat down on the couch or laid in bed, he was already pulling you into his lap with a lazy grin on his face, wrapping himself around you like he had no intention of letting go for the rest of the night.
“where d’you think you’re goin’, sweetheart?” he’d tease the second you even tried shifting away.
he loved touching you constantly during cuddles. his hands never stayed still for long — rubbing slow circles into your waist, tracing your arms, playing with your fingers, anything just to feel connected to you. sometimes he’d nuzzle his face into your neck dramatically just to hear you laugh before kissing your jaw over and over.
and enjin absolutely adored hearing your reactions.
little giggles, sleepy complaints, quiet sighs when he squeezed you tighter.
he lived for it.
if you were laying on his chest, he’d happily keep you there for hours, one arm around your waist while the other played with your hair. but half the time he preferred being the one clinging onto you instead, practically glued to your side with his head resting against your chest while he lazily talked about random things that happened during the day.
“you’re comfy,” he’d mumble.
then five minutes later: “don’t move.”
even when he fell asleep, he stayed attached somehow. one leg thrown over yours, arms locked around your middle, face buried into your shoulder. if you tried getting up too early in the morning, he’d groan tiredly and drag you right back down against him without even opening his eyes.
“too early,” he’d mutter. “c’mere, baby.”
𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 -
the second your fingers slipped into his hair while it was down, he completely melted.
his entire body would relax against you almost instantly, shoulders losing their tension while his eyes slowly shut from how comforting it felt. he loved when you played with his hair — loved it more than he could properly explain.
especially after long days, especially when it was quiet.
he’d rest his head on your lap or against your chest while you gently combed your fingers through the soft strands, sometimes twisting little pieces around your fingers absentmindedly. and every single time, tamsy would let out the softest sigh without meaning to.
“keep doing that…” he’d mumble quietly.
his voice always sounded lower when he was sleepy.
more vulnerable.
he wasn’t overly clingy, but he became surprisingly affectionate during moments like this. one hand would stay wrapped around your waist while the other lazily held onto your wrist anytime you tried pulling away too soon.
“why’d you stop?” he’d ask with half-lidded eyes.
if you scratched lightly against his scalp or played near the back of his neck, it got even worse. he’d practically sink into you, looking so peaceful compared to how he usually carried himself. sometimes he’d even press little kisses against your stomach or wrist while you continued playing with his hair, too comfortable to move anywhere else.
and if he ended up falling asleep, yeah it’s completely done for.
his face buried against you, hair messy between your fingers while he held onto you in his sleep like you were the only thing grounding him after a long day.
𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐔 -
if you asked him to lay down with you, he’d sigh dramatically and mutter things like, “you’re too needy,” while still walking over anyway. he always tried acting unaffected, like having you curled against him wasn’t secretly becoming his favorite part of the day.
but the truth was painfully obvious.
because every single time you tried getting up, his arm tightened around your waist immediately.
every. single. time.
he’d lay there with one arm behind his head while the other stayed wrapped around you, pretending to pay attention to something else even though his thumb kept rubbing against your side absentmindedly. and whenever you rested your head against his chest, he’d go strangely quiet for a while.
comfortable quiet. the kind he only had around you.
“you done?” he’d grumble after a long silence, yet he still wouldn’t let go.
sometimes you’d catch him pulling you closer in his sleep too, face buried into your hair while his body naturally sought out your warmth without him realizing it. then the next morning he’d wake up practically wrapped around you and immediately act annoyed about it.
“move,” he’d mumble tiredly.
but instead of pushing you away, he’d just pull the blanket higher over both of you and keep holding you there.
zanka especially loved when you touched him first during cuddles, though he’d never admit that either. your fingers tracing slow patterns against his chest, rubbing his back, or resting in his hair always made him noticeably softer without realizing it. his usual sharp attitude dulled down until he was just… warm.
and on the rare nights he came home exhausted or overwhelmed, he became even clingier without meaning to. he’d silently lay beside you before pulling you against him, arms tight around your body while he rested his face against your shoulder.
no teasing, no sarcastic comments.
𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐇𝐀 -
he never rushed into your space. but he’d quietly open his arms for you first, letting you decide how close you wanted to be before wrapping you up against him with the softest smile.
and once you were there, you weren’t moving for a while.
he’d make sure you were comfortable before anything else, adjusting blankets around you, fixing your pillow, brushing your hair away from your face with slow fingers while asking things like, “is this alright, darling?” in that calm voice of his.
he loved holding you against his chest while he rested his chin gently on top of your head, one hand rubbing your back in slow soothing motions that could put you to sleep embarrassingly fast.
sometimes he’d quietly talk to you about his day while listening to yours in return, completely content just hearing your voice while you relaxed together.
and corvus was very affectionate in subtle ways.
soft kisses against your forehead, your knuckles, the top of your head.
he’d do it absentmindedly while holding you close like it was the most natural thing in the world.
if you ever fell asleep on him, he’d absolutely refuse to wake you up too. even if his arm went numb, even if he needed something across the room, he’d just stay there quietly because he couldn’t bear disturbing you.
“rest, sweetheart,” he’d whisper softly if you stirred awake. “i’ve got you.”
he also had this habit of holding your hand during cuddles no matter what position you were in. fingers intertwined beneath blankets, thumb brushing across your skin every few seconds without thought. it made you feel cherished in the smallest ways possible.
and honestly.. corvus looked at you during cuddles like you were something beautiful.
just soft admiration in his eyes whenever you smiled sleepily at him or tucked yourself closer into his chest. like he still couldn’t fully believe he was lucky enough to have you here with him.
𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐙𝐀 -
the moment he decided he wanted your attention, there was no warning—just a sudden weight dropping onto you as he flopped dramatically across your lap or wrapped himself around your waist like he had no concept of personal space.
“there you are!” he’d announce way too loudly, even if you were sitting right next to him the whole time.
and once he was attached? good luck escaping.
he’d cling to you like a giant, overly affectionate problem, arms locked around your middle while he talked nonstop about anything and everything. his voice was always energetic, bouncing between topics like he couldn’t sit still even while cuddling.
“okay, listen, today was insane—wait, don’t move, i’m not done talking—also you’re comfy, stay right there.”
if you tried adjusting even slightly, he’d tighten his grip immediately like it was a personal offense.
“hey! where are you going?? i didn’t say you could leave my cuddle zone!”
he treated cuddling like a shared event you had no choice but to participate in, except he was genuinely delighted about it. he’d laugh loudly if you complained, bury his face against your shoulder for a second just to get closer, then pop back up again like nothing happened.
and august was hands-on about affection.
he’d ruffle your hair constantly, poke your cheek just to get your attention, or pull you back down if you tried sitting up too early. sometimes he’d even dramatically declare things like, “you are now legally required to stay here with me forever,” like it was completely normal.
if you got quiet, though, he’d notice instantly. his tone would soften just a little.
“hey,” he’d say, still holding you tight, but less chaotic now. “you okay? you can stay right here. i’ve got you.”
but the softness never lasted long.
because five seconds later he’d be back to clinging, laughing, and squeezing you again like he couldn’t help how much he liked having you close.
“okay BUT you’re not allowed to leave yet,” he’d insist, like it was the most important rule in the world.
and somehow… you usually didn’t.
𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐍 -
he’d slowly ease into your space like he was making sure you were okay with it every step of the way.
“is this alright?” he’d always ask first, voice soft, eyes searching yours for permission.
and only when you nodded would he finally relax.
gris loved cuddling in the quietest, most gentle way possible.
he’d sit beside you first, then gradually lean closer until your shoulders touched, like he was testing the distance between you. once you didn’t move away, he’d carefully wrap an arm around you and pull you in just enough so you were resting against him.
never tight, never overwhelming, just close.
comfortable.
he liked having you tucked against his side while his fingers absentmindedly traced slow patterns on your arm or held your hand in his lap. sometimes he’d rest his head lightly against yours, breathing steady and calm like being near you helped him unwind from everything else.
and gris smiled a lot during moments like this.
small, soft smiles.
the kind he didn’t even realize he was doing when you leaned into him or let your head rest on his shoulder.
“you’re warm,” he’d murmur quietly, like it was a simple observation that meant more than he said out loud.
if you got sleepy, he’d immediately become more careful with you. pulling the blanket over both of you, adjusting your position so you were comfortable, making sure you didn’t strain anything while you rested against him. he’d stay completely still if he had to, just so you could keep sleeping peacefully.
and if you shifted closer on your own? his whole expression would soften even more.
he’d gently press a kiss to your forehead without saying anything, then quietly tighten his hold just a little—still gentle, still careful, but a bit more secure this time.
like he was quietly admitting he didn’t want you going anywhere either.
𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎 -
follo was the type to treat cuddling like something he had to do right. not rushed. not careless. and definitely not without making sure you were completely okay first.
he’d stand there for a moment before sitting down, almost like he was mentally preparing himself, then glance at you with that quiet, slightly awkward expression of his.
“…can i sit with you?”
and only after you said yes would he actually relax enough to come closer.
once he was beside you, follo was extremely attentive. he’d adjust the blanket before you even asked, shift the pillow behind your back, and carefully guide you into a position that looked comfortable before he ever settled in himself.
“tell me if anything feels off,” he’d say quietly, like it mattered more than anything else.
and when you finally leaned against him, he went still for a second—like he was processing the fact that you actually chose to be there with him.
then, slowly, he’d wrap an arm around you. like he didn’t want to disturb the moment.
follo wasn’t overly touchy, but he was consistent. his hand would rest on your shoulder or waist, grounding you without ever gripping too tightly. sometimes he’d lightly check in without words—just a small glance at your face, making sure you were still comfortable, still okay.
if you shifted even a little, he’d immediately adjust for you.
“like this better?” he’d ask, already fixing whatever needed fixing.
and once you got sleepy, he became even more gentle. lowering his voice, pulling the blanket higher, keeping his movements slow so nothing would startle you. he’d let you rest on him without complaint, even if he had things to do.
if you murmured something or reached for him in your sleep, he’d carefully hold your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles in a slow, reassuring rhythm.
and if anyone saw him like that—soft, focused entirely on making sure you were okay—they probably wouldn’t recognize him at first.
𝐅𝐔 𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 -
he’d stand a little too close to you without meaning to, then step back like he realized it too late. then repeat it again a minute later, like his body kept deciding for him before his mind could catch up.
cuddling with him started the same way. slow, careful, like almost uncertain.
“um…” he’d start quietly, fidgeting with his sleeves. “is it okay if i… sit here?”
and even after you said yes, he wouldn’t fully relax right away. he’d sit at the edge of the space beside you like he was still deciding if he was allowed to stay, hands resting in his lap, posture a little stiff.
but the moment you leaned into him first?
he froze, just for a second. like his brain stopped working.
then very, very carefully, he’d lift his arm and let it rest around you, unsure at first—barely touching—until you didn’t pull away. that’s when he’d slowly settle in, tension easing out of his shoulders little by little.
fu was quiet during cuddles.
not because he didn’t want to talk, but because he was thinking too much about everything he was doing right.
“sorry…” he’d murmur sometimes, even if he hadn’t done anything wrong. “am i… okay like this?”
and if you reassured him, he’d go even softer.
his grip would become steadier, but still gentle—like he was afraid being too firm might break the moment. he liked when you guided him a little, when you adjusted his hand or pulled him closer yourself. it helped him understand he wasn’t doing anything wrong.
when you got comfortable against him, he’d slowly start to relax too. his breathing would even out. his shoulders would drop.
and his head would tilt slightly toward yours like he couldn’t help but lean in just a bit more.
if you fell asleep, fu wouldn’t move at all for a long time. he’d just sit there, carefully holding you like you were something fragile and important, occasionally glancing down to make sure you were still okay.
and if you shifted closer in your sleep, he’d quietly whisper, almost to himself,
“…okay.”
like he was finally allowed to stay.
𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐋 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍 -
zodyl didn’t show affection in obvious ways. he never really had the words for it, and even his expression stayed the same most of the time—quiet, unreadable way.
but with you, his actions said more than anything he could’ve spoken.
cuddling with him usually started without a word. he’d just sit down near you, pause for a moment like he was deciding something, then gently tug you closer with a calm, almost careful motion.
no hesitation after that, just certainty.
once you were in his arms, zodyl would adjust you quietly—pulling you against his chest, shifting your position so you were comfortable, making sure your head wasn’t tilted awkwardly or your arms weren’t strained. he paid attention to everything, even if he never said it out loud.
his arms would stay around you, firm but not restrictive. grounding. steady. like he was anchoring you there beside him in a way that felt instinctive rather than planned.
but he didn’t talk much during these moments. he’d observed.
if you were tense, his grip would subtly loosen or shift to something softer. if you relaxed, he’d stay exactly like that, remembering it without needing confirmation. sometimes his hand would slowly move up and down your back in a quiet, repetitive motion—almost like he was trying to communicate calm through touch alone.
and if you leaned into him more, he’d notice immediately.
his head would tilt slightly toward you, and after a few seconds of stillness, he’d adjust again—pulling you a little closer without making a big deal out of it. like it was the most natural thing in the world.
zodyl wasn’t expressive, but he was consistent.
if you fell asleep against him, he wouldn’t move unless he absolutely had to. even then, it would be slow, careful, deliberate. like he was trying not to disrupt something important.
and if anyone looked closely, they’d notice the smallest things—how he kept you close even in silence, how his hand never fully left you, how he always positioned himself in a way that shielded you, even while sitting still.
he didn’t say he cared.
he just made sure you were always safe, warm, and close enough that leaving didn’t feel like an option in the first place.
𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 -
he’d pull you into his lap or drag you down beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world, arms wrapping around you tightly before you could even fully process what was happening.
“c’mere, ma,” he’d mutter, like it was an instruction you were expected to follow.
and once you were there, he definitely wasn’t letting go.
jabber was clingy in a way that felt constant. one arm always around your waist, hand resting somewhere on you like he needed to confirm you were still there every few seconds. if you shifted even slightly, his grip would tighten instinctively.
not rough, just really possessive. like he didn’t trust the idea of you being too far away.
“where you goin’, mames?” he’d ask lowly if you tried moving, even if you were just reaching for something nearby.
he liked having you close enough that your back was against his chest or your head rested under his chin. and if you tried sitting up, he’d just pull you right back down without hesitation, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“stay right here,” he’d say, voice quieter now but still firm. “don’t move.”
jabber also got noticeably more intense the longer you stayed with him. his hand would trace slow, repetitive patterns over your skin—your arm, your waist, your shoulder—like he was marking time through touch. sometimes he’d press his face into your neck or shoulder, staying there longer than necessary just to breathe you in.
and the pet names never stopped.
“ma.” “mames.”
“mine,” sometimes muttered under his breath when he thought you couldn’t hear him.
if you laughed at him for it, he’d just stare for a second before pulling you even closer, expression unreadable but grip unmistakably tighter.
“…don’t get loud,” he’d say quietly, but there was no real warning behind it. just him settling back into you like he belonged there.
