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lilmissnia · 1 year
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I Just wanna cuddle a robot god damnit
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bythepen98 · 3 months
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Zutara || ♥️💙
Based on a couple pic from pinterest bc I still struggle with poses 🙈
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blaiddraws · 3 months
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@bananacreamphi ogerpon finds a nice cozy nap spot. kieran is 0.0005 seconds away from bursting into tears
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jazzstarrlight · 2 months
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Needed Nuzi content. So I sketched some
Sleepy Cuddles
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mydemoniccat · 3 months
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Happy new years 🎉
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fraycreations · 3 months
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the eepy sleepies
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ayyy-imma-ninja · 7 months
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Shhhhh... don't disturb them...
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 8 months
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Y’all remember that one bunch of silly low effort doodles I did of selkie reader finding a horseshoe crab on th beach,, well now there’s ✨more✨ (starring Moon)
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(pt one and two,, :3c)
(Next part here!)
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lolita-lollipop · 9 months
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(EXTREMELY) SOFT! YANDERE AIZAWA X READER
(Request given through messages: reader who is embarrassed to tell Aizawa that they cannot sleep without a stuffed animal, as it was their comfort item throughout their childhood when their parents would fight. Eventually the reader is so exhausted that they break down and cry to him. Platonic please!)
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Warnings: unmentioned stockholm syndrome, mentions of kidnapping, secondary insomnia ,yandere. You dictate what you read.
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He was always able to know when you were awake.
It was the one thing that came easily for him with you after he had taken you, the one thing he was always able to do. It was especially easy after he had moved you into his room, originally he moved you because of your most recent escape attempt, where you had actually managed to leave the house while he was sleeping, you had called the police. The call had only lasted a few moments, not even seconds before he had you roped up tightly…
But you had sounded alarmed enough to have the cops of the area in a frenzy, you sounded like the missing girl they'd been looking for for months. They had come knocking at his door the next morning, asking if he had seen or heard anything the previous night. Being a pro hero he was the last person they would even remotely suspect, so it was a quick “no”, a short visit. However, a long enough one that it had him reminded him of just how fragile your relationship was, and how you being kept on a loose leash wouldnt work.
So that night, he moved you up into his room, where you slept in his bed. With him. It took away all of your sense of freedom, your only private space, the room where you had some of your own stuff, your old stuff. You had actually ended up liking your room the most in this house, he had promised that it would be a safe space for you, somewhere he would let you enjoy yourself, with the little tv and toys that he knew you liked. He also usually would let you have your alone time when you were in your room. You liked that most of all.
He was actually able to learn so much more about you than he ever had before. Sure, he had watched you sleep plenty of times before, but it had only ever been from afar. Or through the cameras in your room. Never had he been this close. Close enough to notice your habits, and what you do. The biggest thing being: you barely were able to sleep. Ever. Maybe he was just too far away to notice it before, or maybe your lack of sleep started when he took you. The thought of that made his heart heavy.
You tried, he knew that much. Every night, you would lie down in bed, on the edge as far away as you could possibly get from him, curl up, and close your eyes. And every night the same, you would squirm, and sigh, and inevitably stay fully awake and aware all night. He pretended not to notice, as you never said anything about it and were clearly closed off to conversation about it. He couldn't help you unless you asked, otherwise, you'd get upset, he had learned that the hard way.
But he saw what your sleeping habits did to you, he should've seen it so much sooner. How you trudged around the house like there were a hundred pounds heavy on your shoulders, how the purple under your eyes just got deeper and deeper as the days passed by. You were tired, but you couldn't sleep. Eventually, after a few weeks, you stopped trying entirely, instead sitting at the edge of the bed with that far-off look in your eyes.
Sometimes it would get bad enough that you would cry, but he knew how embarrassed you could get with him, how shy you were, especially when it was about your feelings, which you generally kept to yourself.
It was always bad, but it was never this bad.
The night had started like it normally did, with him helping you with taking your vitamins after dinner, then he read you a story like he always did. After this, like every night, he tucked you in his bed, giving you the extra fluffy blanket that you liked (as you run much colder than he did), and went to get in his pajamas, leaving you alone. He only took his eyes off of you for a few minutes, long enough for him to tie his hair back and get ready for bed.
But immediately after leaving the room, he could hear you crying. He liked that the walls were thin, because he could hear everything and anything at al times l. Your cries were muffled, soft, and pained in the same way you always were. But loud enough that he was automatically put into panic mode.
Making a full sprint back into the room, he was met with the sight of you, curled up in a ball sitting on the shiny wooden floor with your knees held tight to your chest. Crying, but not the loud obnoxious crying he'd seen from villains before who just wanted sympathy, this was guttural, dripping in melancholy. He saw the way your fingernails dig into the skin of your knees, you were holding yourself too tightly. How awful.
“Baby? What's wrong? Oh god come here honey- it's okay.” immediately the burly man was on top of you, pulling his muscular arm under your knees and back, and lifting you off the floor. You were shaking like a leaf, shivering with every sob that left your mouth. Unlike most times when he tried to comfort you and you would squirm like a cat and howl like a banshee, this time you just cried into his chest, melting in his arms and letting your tears stain his shirt. Your hand clutched at his long hair, twirling it in your fingers, quivering.
“What's going on? I've noticed you've been a bit… down.” He spoke, pulling you in closer and sticking his face in your hair, kissing your head, and swiping your hair from your face. You just wrapped your arms around his neck, sticking your head into the nook of his shoulder. He always smelled the same, like some crisp orange smell with something deeper mixed with it, you grew to hate it and love it at the same time. You quieted your cries slowly, mustering up any resolve or courage you had in your system to try and talk to him.
“I- uhm- It's embarrassing,” you muttered into his shoulder, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax into him.
“Oh? What is? You can trust me, baby, I won't tell anybody.” He cooed, continuing to cup your face and stroke your cheek with his thumb. Your answer had piqued his interest, yes, you had always been closed off and embarrassed about yourself around him. Even before he had taken you, you were his student, the one who was quiet and reserved, you sat in the back of the classroom and were well likable to all the other students. He could never tell what you were thinking, you kept your head down and only answered questions when called on with that timid voice of yours that he loved. But today your voice was wavering, exhausted.
“I’m just so tired. And- It's because- I just can’t- uhm- i-” Your breathing became heavy and fast, tears re-clouding your eyes. You couldn't remember the last time you'd actually cried this way, at least not with a man like Aizawa, especially not with your teacher. You met his gaze for a few seconds, staring into the way they crinkled with both age and kindness. He urged you to go on, raising a brow. God, when had you become so trusting of him?
“I can't sleep without my bunny” you rushed out, immediately breaking your gaze and flushing, oh my god what kind of idiot were you? How pathetic was it that you, a college student, couldn't manage to sleep without the help of a stuffed animal? You knew he was looking at you like you were an idiot, the way your parents used to all the time. You thought he was judging you, thinking you were pathetic, stupid.
But it couldn't be more different. Oh. my. God. you were absolutely the cutest thing he'd ever seen in his entire life. He could remember seeing that bunny in your arms now that he thought about it, when he would watch over your house while you would sleep to make sure nothing happened, you were always holding that bunny. But he had stupidly not grabbed it when he took you, instead opting for a teddy bear. How absolutely precious could you be? His awed silenced only made you feel worse.
“I- I know it's stupid- it's just since I was a kid I had trouble sleeping because my parents- my parents would fight and it was the only thing-” You took a long- shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down “-the only thing that would help me- don't be mad please I know it's dumb” You cried out, burying your head as deep into his shoulder as you could. You wanted to disappear right now. You should've just stayed quiet, oh he was judging you for sure. What kind of idiot were you? You knew that he-
“Oh my god, you are the cutest thing arent you? Baby, why didn't you tell me sooner? I knew you weren't sleeping well but I didn't know this was why. I would've been happy to get it for you, it's not embarrassing at all” he spoke, cupping your teary-eyed face and pulling it out from his shoulder, he pressed a firm kiss on your forehead and wiped the tears from your cheeks. You just sniffled and leaned in, too tired to care about anything other than the fact that he was warm and nice.
“ look hon- ill get it for you soon I promise, but we live too far for me to go tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Can we try something though? Is that okay?” he was talking so softly to you now, so kindly. Usually, you would've been suspicious of his actions, being that it was extremely different from how you'd seen him in the classroom. But your brain had essentially turned to mush the past few weeks, and you were far too exhausted to care. You nodded, staring up at him with glossy eyes, what was he planning?
“It's nothing bad. Just relax, close your eyes.” the sturdy man commanded, cupping your head as he lifted himself, along with you, off the floor again. He squeezed you tight as he made his way across the room, grabbing your fuzzy blanket before settling into the bed, you pressed firmly against his chest. You were small in comparison to him. Small enough to fit on top of him comfortably. He settled under the blanket and wrapped his arms around your waist, staring at you with those loving grey eyes he had throughout the entire process.
Staring up at him in confusion for a few moments at what he was doing , you managed to let out a small “Huh?” before he shushed you, and tightened his grip. Pulling the blanket over your shoulders, he slipped his hand up and down your back, drawing small circles around and around, leaving a tingling sensation to rack down your spine. He had you melting like putty in his arms.
“Just relax baby, Ill protect you from everything there is. Just try and sleep okay? I'm here.” At his words, you sank into his chest, letting your cheek squish on him. He usually wasn't affectionate, this was very likely for your own benefit now that you think about it, as you had obvious discomfort with being touched (due to your complete lack of physical affection growing up).
But this… his touch alone sent warm waves through your heart, this was so comfortable, so soft. So warm. The way his breathing lifted you up and down with every breath he took, the way the circles he was placed on your back melted your bones, how the blanket was so soft, how he was so soft. It was so… comfortable. The exhaustion that had built up over the past few weeks settled in the front of your head, weighing your eyelids closed. Before you knew it you had your hand clutched tightly around his shirt, and you were dozed off, letting little mutters and snores leave your mouth as you slipped into a deep sleep.
Oh, you were just so precious. He genuinely didn't think that you could be any more fragile than what he had previously believed. However, he was so so so wrong. You couldn't complete your life functions without the help of a plush-filled bunny. How cute was that? It just made him feel more attached, you were so helpless. Too innocent for your own good. You would never have to deal with anything that would require the help of your bunny anymore.
He would make sure of it
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I love how I’m writing about insomnia as it is five in the morning and I haven’t slept yet🤪
Anywya the anon who requested this wanted to remain anonymous but Ily for requesting his! Thanks!
Also thanks to those reading right now, ily too!
Anyways tell me what you think, it very likely hs many grammatical errors that I will not be fixing. I’m gonna sleep now goodnight!
Have a great day! Bye!
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shimmer-wolf-arts · 4 months
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Cuddly gay babies
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foodiewithdahoodie · 10 months
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Mike trying to wake Will up and instead Will subconsciously opens up his arms for a hug while never opening his eyes, and Mike forgets he's supposed to wake Will up cuz sleepy Will is cute and distracting so he just ends up hugging Will, getting dragged down to lay with Will, and decides to stay there until Will wakes up naturally. When Will finally wakes up he's always surprised Mike’s in bed with him asleep.
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akarandomartist · 8 months
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scary dreams are just dreams, bare that in mind
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marinatedsaltea · 10 months
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Someone to take care of
Since Sentinel never really worries about the twins well-being, Swiftstorm does that instead. I think she would be a good mom to them
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blaiddraws · 3 months
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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
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they're sleeping :)
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Let's make a pillow fort and spend all night cuddling inside
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replaycamera2 · 1 year
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Sleepy Davey Head-Canons
• Davey is the lightest sleeper out of all the wolf bois. Even Angel moving in their sleep is enough to wake him up and he always makes sure they’re alright before going back to sleep.
• The flip side of this is that Davey falls asleep the fastest amongst the wolf bois. Once his head hits the pillow, he’s asleep in under 10 minutes.
• There is an exception to this however: if Angel isn’t in bed cuddling with him, Davey has trouble falling asleep. If they’re working late, Davey will give them an hour or so before shutting their laptop himself and physically dragging them to bed. Davey has the hardest time falling asleep and is the least rested when Angel is away on a business trip.
• Davey never wears a shirt to bed because he knows Angel loves burying their face in his chest. He also loves the feeling of skin on skin. He wears PJ pants to bed in the colder months and just his boxer briefs in the summer.
• Davey’s favourite cuddle position is big spoon with as much physical contact with Angel as possible. Arms wrapped around them, chest pressed to their back, and legs tangled together.
• Davey sleeps like a log. He doesn’t really move much during the night, doesn’t snore or talk in his sleep, though he breathes very deeply through his chest and resting your head on it while he’s sleeping gives a comforting feeling of being rocked.
• Davey doesn’t mind the cooler months because he has Angel’s “furnace of a body” he can snuggle up to, but he suffers so badly when summer is at its height because Davey can not deal with being hot in bed even though he absolutely can in the other context. It should be noted that this in no way impedes his ability to cuddle Angel, he’ll be damned if he gives that up.
• Davey makes a point of always going to bed and waking up at the same time every day, even if it’s the weekend. He tries to hold Angel to this as well, though he’ll make exceptions occasionally. (See Sleepy Morning Cuddles With Your Tsundere Werewolf Boyfriend)
• Davey always wakes up before Angel and loves watching them sleep before getting up.
• If Angel has a nightmare, Davey wakes up immediately and will gently pull them to his chest. He’ll then whisper to them and try to softly wake them up so it’s not too jarring for them. Davey will then talk to them while rubbing their back and cuddling them until they fall back asleep.
• Davey very rarely has nightmares but when he does, they’re extremely frightening. He forgets them as soon as he wakes up, but he’ll be covered in sweat necessitating a quick wash and a change of clothes.
• Davey usually has a hard time going back to sleep after a nightmare as they tend to shake him up a lot. He won’t wake Angel up though (not wanting to burden them), instead he’ll sit on the bed and try to take some deep breaths and calm his mind. Once he feels calm enough, he’ll lay back down and pull Angel to him, falling asleep as he inhales the scent of their hair.
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