How they sleep with you - HSR Edition!

✰ Characters: Anaxa, Phainon, Mydei, Sunday, Aventurine, Boothill, Jiaoqiu.

✰ Words: 1,3k.

✰ SFW ; a tiny bit sug/gestive in aven’s part.

Warnings: none, gn!reader.

A/N: first time writing for anaxa, phainon, aven and sunday. pls spare me if theyre too ooc :( i tried pensive emoji

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Anaxa:

Religiously sticks to his half of the bed and expects you to do the same as well. Be aware that if you don’t behave, he’ll poke you intensely with a pointer until you return to your side. It’s not that he is uncomfortable with physical contact per se, but he appreciates his personal space; he’s not completely heartless though, as he finishes off his day with a kiss that leaves you both breathless. What you may not expect this for the first few times is that when the sun rises ever so slowly, the professor is the one desperately clinging to you, making his lengthy battle the night prior dissipate within mere hours.

“No such things happened,” Anaxa answers swiftly, “however, this does not surprise me. This isn’t the first time you’ve devised a ridiculous statement.”

You would’ve believed his words if Anaxa wasn’t currently nuzzling into your shoulder blades, searching for your warmth.

Phainon:

If Anaxa at least attempts to keep his distance, Phainon knows nothing of sorts. He’s quite shamelessly glued to you as soon as you enter your bedroom, let alone the bed itself. Though, you’re not exactly sleeping as soon as you crawl under the covers - Phainon tends to have a cuddle session before finally succumbing to sleep. He wants to talk to you about his day and hear about yours - only then he’s satisfied enough. Bedtime might also act as a rare, vulnerable time for Phainon, where no filter exists; he says everything that keeps him restless.

“Will you be there when I wake up?” Phainon only hopes his voice is not as broken as it is inside his head.

“Silly, of course. I’ll be by your side every time you wake up.” Your tender tone is enough to fade some of the somber clouds above his head.

Phainon laughs, but it comes out as bittersweet; he brings you closer and wraps his arm tightly around your side, hiding his face in your neck. He’ll do everything to make it happen - even if it means fighting the fate itself.

Mydei:

The Kremnoan prince insists he doesn’t require sleep, but falls victim to your puppy eyes. He makes sure you have the best quality of sheets, pajamas, and pillows; your comfort comes first to him, no matter how many times you insist that he brings you the said comfort the most, and the rest is insignificant. Mydei holds you close to his chest, playing softly with your hair to help you fall asleep - only then he’s able to rest, knowing your soul is peacefully in repose. If plagued by nightmares, featherlight kisses on your eyelids wreak the foes away.

“Sleep well, my love,” Mydei cradles your cheek for a moment, before adjusting himself; his lips are resting against your forehead, as he himself, begins to doze off.

You, on the other hand, watch Mydei sleep in the morning. A wide smile spreads on your face as you observe his chest fall and rise, a moment of interrupted serenity on his handsome face.

“Looking at me again?” The male questions, his deep voice dripping with honey, watching you with one eye open; perhaps not yet ready for the bright light.

“No…?”

Mydei pinches your nose lightheartedly.

“You’re a bad liar.”

Sunday:

Poor thing trying to break the habit. Being used to having everything in perfect state, Sunday needs a reminder that it’s okay for bedsheets to have a few wrinkles here and there. He’ll apologize nervously, but you can’t stop him from fluffing up your pillows and readjusting the covers. He tries to stay on his half but desperately wants to stay close to you, so don’t hesitate to pull him close - he’ll freak out for a bit, and then slowly, but steadily give in to your touch. There’s one thing you too, cannot resist - watching his innocent image crumble away in your very hands.

“Quit smushing my face against your—” Sunday’s words die in his throat as you push his face further into your chest, the redness of his cheeks so bright, it could rival Himeko’s scarlet hair.

“This is— this is inappropriate! How humiliating…”

You only laugh at your boyfriend’s despair. Sometimes it’s nice to be a villain.

“What, you’re not gonna fight me? Are you chickening out?” You poke his side. He groans and bends in half for a second.

“Atrocious joke.”

Be prepared for his wing accidentally hitting your face tomorrow when you kiss…

Himeko: lmfaoo robin you wont believe they actually did this *sends a video*

Aventurine:

Gambling who sleeps on the floor. You don’t play that game anymore. The blonde finds great pleasure in aggravating you before sleep hits in, gambling with his own life to get a reaction out of you. He cackles mischievously if you try to suffocate him with a pillow for tickling you for at least 15 minutes prior, but even so, it’s not enough for him to let you go to the dreamland, yet. By the time you’re done, your bed needs to be made again and your shared panting could possibly give bystanders a very different idea…

“Aven, enough, I think my diaphragm might actually explode,” a remnant of giggles still exits your mouth, unfortunately, Aventurine does not share your sentiment and snakes his arm against your belly, while kissing your neck a bit too enthusiastically.

“Stopping, now? Where’s the fun in that?” His fingers play with the waistband of your pajamas, “Why not raise the stakes a bit more?” Your skin turns into goosebumps as you feel a grin painting itself on Aventurine’s face against your neck.

Boothill:

Well, he doesn’t sleep really, he has to get recharged with electricity to get the energy back… So there might be a problem. Hopefully, your bed is also able to support some heavy weight, since laying down with a man whose body is almost a full machine, can be quite challenging. Either way, Boothill is actually pretty excited to accompany you, even if he’ll spend most of the time watching you sleep instead; he’ll hum you a song to help you fall asleep, card through your hair with his hand - it’s… Reminding him of the peace he used to have on his home planet. You being the only survivor besides Boothill made him much more protective than before, but seeing you sleep so blissfully curled up to him… You still trust him. That’s all it matters, after so many sleepless nights you’ve had.

“Shh, sleep,” Boothill urges you gently, pulling up the bedding to cover you further.

“I wish you could sleep with me.”

Boothill chuckles, caressing your cheek with his robotic finger, “I might not sleep with ya anymore, but I’m still here. And will be, until yer sick of me.”

Jiaoqiu:

This man. He wraps his whole body around you like a snake and doesn’t let go until morning. If it’s possible for him to entangle his tail somewhere - expect that too. If you try to escape his grasp, he’ll accuse you of not loving him anymore and might bite you (in a teasing way, of course). The sly foxian tends to sneak his hands under your clothes to rest them over your bare skin; sometimes, if need be, instead of teasing you furthermore, he gives you a soothing massage before drifting off. In fact, he’d prefer to sleep bare - skin to skin, but respects it if you’re not interested; not that a mere layer will stop him from being a menace.

“Jiaoqiu,” you sigh, looking over your shoulder, “your tail is reaching places that the sun cannot.”

“Oh, really?” His voice dripping with fake surprise, but he only adjusts his head against the pillow behind you, “A checkup is necessary in order to ensure your health is in good condition.”

Despite his silvery voice and elegant words, don’t be fooled - mischief is laced through the tiny gaps.