Oh my god this thread started by @pxiedustandblades is making me feel 🥺 damn I need sleepy Jacob in my life! Better yet sleepy Jacob with the low growlly tired morning voice 🥵
His S/O is laying cuddled up to his chest while they are both half asleep, it’s raining outside and the sky is that dull grey. Outside is chilly but inside under the blankets is just so incredibly cozy and warm, no one wants to get up and start the day.
Eventually Jacob’s S/O makes the move to get up even though the thought of leaving the warmth of the assassins embrace is unbearable, but the movement is met by a slow tightening of his arms around them.
“No...please stay love..”
His voice is just so low and deep, smooth and gruff all at the same time, like soothing lullaby...
I’m so sorry I just went on a tangent 😅 but the imagery is there and I love it.
omg, @b3k1720 this is such a beautiful beautiful image.
Nothing better than waking up in his arms, with the pouring rain outside (add a few thunders for good measures, because fml, there is nothing that I love more than a thunderstorm. Ok, no, I love snowing the most, but a thunderstorm and rain comes close to perfection)
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You wake up to the sound of rain tapping against the window, a pouring that signaled that the weather is not going to be kind that day.
You sigh, thinking about Jacob, how much you miss him. It's been a long week, and you had managed to have him in bed with you maybe once.
That damn mission is keeping him away for longer than you like, but there is not much you can do about it, but keep the faith and being supportive.
So, still out of it and immersed in your half-awake musing, you try to think about the day ahead of you.
So, imagine your surprise when you hear a light snore coming from your right and, looking up, you see Jacob beside you, laying on his belly, his face almost hidden in the pillow that he is hugging.
He is sleeping so soundly that you don't want to wake him up.
You know he must be completely out, because the mission has taken its toll on him. You can see in the shadow under his eyes that he is tired, even in the peace that sleep brings him.
You cannot help but smile, lost as you are for him, and before you can stop yourself, you give him a light peck on the cheek, stifling a laugh at the ticklish feeling of his scruff against your nose.
You just hope that your love would reach him in his slumber.
And it does, because, even if he is known to sleep like the dead, when it comes to you and your kisses, he is immediately alert.
So, cracking an eye open, he looks at you, already smiling that devilish smile that you have come to adore.
"Well, that's all I will get this morning, love?" he would say, in that husky, sleep-coated voice that just makes you melt on the spot.
He stretches one arm and puts his hand behind your nape, gently pulling you close to kiss you.
And you drown in that kiss, so wanted, so needed.
"Better, Mr. Frye?" you ask, smiling impishly.
"Much, love," he answers, before turning on his side and wrap his arms around you. "Now, how about kissing me again? I missed you,"
And all you can do is wrap your arms around his shoulders and dive down to kiss him, wanting nothing more than to get lost in him, after being away from him for so long.
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(I don't know what the fuck I just did, I just wrote on the spot, something that I am so no good at, but here it is, my take on sleepy Jacob. And now I am going to hide away).
--Nemo
Sleepy Jacob drabbles make heart flutter. Good lord I’m so glad I was able to kick that idea off! I need more of this in my life.
Love this man so much.
