#Sleepy Cuddles

[444sweetmourninglamb]

sweet

˚𝜗𝜚˚notes ➵ nanami x reader, fluff! sfw! sleepy cuddles, fem reader, not proofread!

you and kento had been married for a few years now and his love for you was strong. he had arrived home from work about an hour ago and decided to take a shower, you were patiently waiting for him in bed. he walked into your shared bedroom in nothing but a towel wrapped lazily around his hips, his v-line visible and looking absolutely delicious. his hair was still wet, and water was dripping down his toned chest. he went to his closet, slipping on a pair of boxers.

"how was work?" you asked. kento sat down on the bed, resting his back against the pillows.

"long, tiring, and exhausting." he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to his chest before kissing the top of your head. "how was yours?" he asked.

"mmh...boring." you pouted "i missed you." you said softly before nuzzling into his chest, causing him to smile.

"i missed you too, love." he said with a gentle tone, his fingertips sliding up under your shirt to caress the bare skin of your back. "you must be tired too, hm?" he questioned.

"not really, didn't really do much t'day." you murmured.

"nonsense, being that pretty must be exhausting." he said, tickling your side a bit with his other arm, causing you to laugh, which in turn made him chuckle. his hand then rested on the side of your face before planting another kiss on your forehead. "did you eat dinner?" he asked, his thumb caressing your cheek gently.

"mhm" you replied lazily. whenever you were kento, he made you feel so, so sleepy. his scent, his gentle nature, his size. he made you feel safe.

"and did you drink enough water?"

"mmmm...i think so. 's so hard to drink a lot'f water." you pouted.

"i know, baby, but you have to."

"i know, i know." you replied. kento yawned, causing you to look up at him. his heart melted when your pretty eyes met his. how did he get so lucky? so lucky to have an angel such as yourself in his arms, so lucky to have you as his wife. you scooted up closer to his face and kissed his cheek before placing a quick tender kiss on his lips. "i love you." you said softly.

kento smiled, "i love you too." he kissed your forehead again before getting more comfortable in bed. "goodnight angel." he said sleepily.

"g'night ken." you murmured back before nuzzling into his chest again.

[okaydays22]

[smilesheartshugs]

Cuddle piles:

The robin pile: all the batfam siblings (cas and duke are honorary robins even if they’ve never formally held the title)

The team pile up: any group of young heros but usually any team dick is on

The grumpy pile: Jason, Damian, and a sunshine of their choice (some times it’s Jon, sometimes it’s dick, sometimes Kory finds the siblings snuggling and just joins in)

The no we arnt sleeping pile: Tim and Bruce on top of their paper work

The top secret pile: the justice league in that one room they all swear dosent exist

The plus one pile up: the bat fam siblings all brought their significant others and they’re all in one giant snuggle pile.

The Polly piles : Tim or Jason get cornered by their significant others so that they get some sleep

The puppy pile: after dick is angsty everyone piles on him so he can get his snuggle time

The rabid pile: Bruce and the “what’s this? Physical affection?”

The revenge pile: the bar siblings are making a point to snuggle with out dick, he probably made some really bad pun again

[bythepen98]

Zutara || ♥️💙

Based on a couple pic from pinterest bc I still struggle with poses 🙈

[blaiddraws]

@bananacreamphi ogerpon finds a nice cozy nap spot. kieran is 0.0005 seconds away from bursting into tears

[darylssunshine]

I need ya.

Summary: Daryl helps you fall asleep after trying to fight it.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 0.7k

Era: Alexandria

A/N: I just really want Daryl cuddles and to fall asleep with him. This is purely self-indulgent.

~~~~~

It was a rare moment of peace in Alexandria. All of the residents were either safe in their houses or fast asleep in their warm beds, a luxury in a world like this. No walkers were breaking through their fortified walls, no enemies were hot on their trail and waiting to strike until morning, nothing coming through the gates to disrupt the silence. The people of Alexandria made themselves known to Rick’s group in a moment of weakness. They accepted them and let them adapt to their way of living, and Rick and the rest of the group would be forever grateful for that, no matter how long it took for them to trust the other group. These four walls separating them from the cruel outside world and provided them with a sense of safety, and Alexandria’s inhabitants had to bask in that whenever they had the chance. 

That’s what was happening now, in the house that held you and Daryl. While the autumn winds pressed on, you two were shielded and warm. A crackling fire lit up the living room while Daryl sat in the corner of the slightly tattered couch, you on his lap. His arm was resting on the subsequent arm of the couch while the other hand was playing with your hair, twirling the strands in his fingertips and occasionally scratching your scalp. Each time he did, it earned a small sigh from you nuzzled against his chest, and then earning a small chuckle from Daryl.

Today had been one of those days where Daryl got more sleep than you did. You had work that had to be done with stocking the food on account of falling behind the day before, and you were beat. The warmth of the fire combined with the warmth radiating from Daryl’s torso was slowly lulling you into a tired state, but Daryl didn’t need to know that. You wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. 

“Ya gettin’ tired, sweetheart?”

Shit.

Immediately after those words registered in your sleep-addled brain, you sat up and looked Daryl in the eyes, your own being forcefully widened so he believed your ruse. “Nope. Nope. Not one bit.”

Daryl removed the hand that was previously on your hair and moved it behind his head, slightly looking down on you. He chuckled again. “Ya sure?”

Your mouth quirked up in a smile. “Yep. Wide awake.”

“Mhm. Sure ya are.”

He placed his hand back on your scalp and started massaging it at a slow but consistent pace, his soft, blue eyes never leaving yours. Your eyes on the other hand started to get very heavy, like someone was physically pulling them down, something you couldn’t control. Daryl let out a deep chuckle. “What was tha’ about not bein’ tired?

“Shut up.” You said in a breathy manner, stubbornly still trying to look him in the eyes.

His large hand guided you to his chest again. “Get some sleep, sunshine. I’ll be here when ya wake up. Promise.” His voice was soft, but sincere. You’d believe anything he said in this state.

You nuzzled back into his chest, his words making you smile. “Your chest vibrates when you talk. It’s like a cat purring.” You rambled, your voice coated with tiredness. You said it unconsciously, your filter being almost nonexistent with you being on the verge of sleep. 

He smirked. “Oh yeah? You like it?”

“Mhm.”

“Want me to keep talkin’?”

“Mhm.”

He sighed before he continued. “Back before we found ya, I was nothin’. I was tryin’ to deal with all the shit that went down, but I didn’t handle it well. I was a mess, killin’ myself in the process. But you helped me deal with all that. You got me to open up to ya. Every time I see ya, I get like, this feelin’ in my stomach. I know, romance movie bullshit. It’s been happenin’ since the day we found ya in that cabin. And now, I feel like I can’t live without ya. I feel like I’m empty without you, fightin’ by my side. And I’m scared ‘cause that’s never happened before, and I don’t wanna mess it up. I need ya- I- I love ya, (Y/N.)” 

Daryl then heard a soft snore come from below his head. 

He blew some air through his nose in an amused manner and kissed you on the top of the head. “I'll always be there for ya, sunshine.”

[jadecantcreate]

late autumn nights, sitting in front of a campfire…

[animalloversxo]

cozy cats 🐱🧸🤍✨

[beccawise7]

Fridays...

Please. 💜🖤

[jazzstarrlight]

Needed Nuzi content. So I sketched some

Sleepy Cuddles

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Shhhhh... don't disturb them...

[mydemoniccat]

Happy new years 🎉

[kvohru]

sweet nothing | s. gojo x reader

in which gojo satoru and the reader cuddle to sleep. they're so in love. was written as a fem reader but im pretty sure it could also be seen as gender neutral!

Lazy days — like today — were your favourite. Those mid-autumn days where the summer heat finally broke and made way for a chilly breeze, and the sky looked a cool white instead of bright blue. The quiet clicking sound of your typing floated through the air in your otherwise quiet room, and along with the faraway sound of the shower running, aided in the creation of a quaint atmosphere.

Time went by, and just as you were finishing up your work on your laptop, you heard the shower turn off, and the distinct creaking of the hinges on your shower cabin door. With an exhausted groan, you decided you'd worked enough for today, and you stood up from your chair, stretching your sore body. Your head pounded as you turned around and walked towards the king-size bed you shared with your boyfriend, and the moment you were close enough, you let your body fall into the bed.

The relief was so acute you couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped your lips, your whole body melting into the Purple mattress your boyfriend convinced you to buy earlier that year. Gosh, who knew your mattress quality would have that big of an effect on your quality of life? Well, Satoru clearly did.

“Hey.” The sound of his voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you tiredly turned your head to the other side to look at him. Satoru, dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white towel on his shoulders, was shutting the bathroom door, steam escaping through the small crack. “You done?” he asked, lifting the towel around his neck to his hair and quite aggressively drying it.

You had half a mind to remind him how damaging towel fibers were for his hair, but, remembering the fact that his hair remained silky regardless of anything, you forewent the thought.

You didn't respond to his question immediately, your eyes idly roaming over his body from top to bottom. From the wet, white hair that was falling over those brilliant blue eyes of his, to the wide expanse of pale skin and taut muscles. “Hm?” he prompted, movements lithe as he walked to the vanity and uncapped his leave in conditioner — the only hair maintenance product you could convince him to use.

Your eyes automatically followed his movements, now meeting his in the mirror as you adjusted yourself and climbed into bed properly, albeit with no real intention of falling asleep. He seemed to have that effect on you. Like a sunflower turning towards its namesake, no matter where he went, you always gravitated towards him, both consciously and unconsciously.

“Yeah,” you responded eventually and grabbed the fantasy novel you were in the middle of, “there wasn't too much to do, anyway.”

He hummed in response, raking his product-coated hands into his hair before shaking it out. With effort, your eyes slid away from his and focused onto the open book in your lap, and you let yourself be taken away by the intricate world woven by the words of your favourite author.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

A few hours went by, and despite having ‘no real intention of falling asleep’, you fell asleep. Shocker.

It was now a little later in the day, the sun no longer cresting the sky, but rather melting into the horizon, the priorly pale gray sky turning varying shades of purple, pink and orange.

“Babe, do you think—” Satoru started, turning his gaze away from his phone, where he'd been checking his emails, to you, whom he was laying in bed next to, his (still shirtless) body angled towards yours. He had his phone in one hand, while the other was resting over your shoulder, idly playing with the ends of your hair. His question dissolved on his tongue at the sight of you asleep, eyes shut with your lashes fanning over your cheeks and lips ever so slightly parted, making way for soft breaths.

His own lips stretched into an amused grin, dimples etched into his cheeks. “I'm not gonna fall asleep, ’Toru,” he muttered, repeating your words from earlier. “I'm just gonna lay down!” He grabbed the book you had left open on your stomach and slipped the bookmark — that one the two of you had DIYed a few months ago (yes, he has a matching one) — back into it.

He turned the paperback over in his hand, long fingers splayed over the 500-page behemoth. It was by an author he'd seen you read numerous times, that one you had a whole shelf dedicated to. With a hum, he turned to place the book on his bedside table.

He twisted his torso away from you, that innate need for physical closeness to you keeping the rest of his body fixed in its spot. His defined obliques rippled with the motion, and he released a quiet noise from the back of his throat as he stretched to put the book down.

Straining to push it further with his fingers, as soon as Gojo was sure it was a safe distance away from the edge, he turned back to you, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. Your arms, which were loosely folded in front of your chest, pressed against his hard chest when he pulled you into him, and you instinctively nuzzled closer, drawn by his body heat and the faint smell of his cologne.

He pushed his phone away before resting his hand on your upper back, his thumb rubbing unceasing circles between your shoulder blades, and he reached down to kiss the top of your head. Only lightly, though, he reminded himself, since he didn't want to wake you up.

One kiss turned into two, and he used his unoccupied hand to push away a strand of hair from your face to press his lips to your forehead, before the two kisses turned into three and the three into four.

He pressed another tender kiss to your temple, and you, despite his best efforts at remaining gentle, stirred in his arms, your eyes flitting back and forth underneath your eyelids. He cursed under his breath, mentally chiding himself before brushing a stray curl away from your face and whispering a soft, “Sorry, baby.”

You made a soft humming noise but, thankfully, didn't wake up, only rested your head against his arm. He let himself relax against you, content in watching you sleep while playing with your hair, and eventually, his eyes fell closed and he drifted off with the feeling of your soft, warm skin against his.

Man, lazy days were his favourite.

[fraycreations]

the eepy sleepies

[blaiddraws]

For the sleepy cuddles requests... kid submas and their starters? Maybe they're in a tent while they're on their journey, or passed out in the Pokémon center lol

Either way I am excited to see what comes of this :3

they're sleeping :)

[yoinkschief]

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