Just stumbled on your cuddle headcanons for the LADS LIs, so Idk if you write fics, but if you do, I have a request. I love cuddles, but when I’m getting ready for/in bed, my body temperature goes up like crazy. Plus I have to shift around a lot before finally going to sleep. Would you mind writing a scenario with the LIs for a reader like that? If not, that’s okay! Thanks for reading anyways :)
What a cute idea!
Xavier: It’s not that Xavier doesn’t care about you moving around and messing with the blankets: it’s just that he’s already asleep and doesn’t even notice. Sure, if you get out of bed he’s gonna crack an eye open and make sure you’re okay, but as long as you’re lying down with him he doesn’t care how much wiggling you need to do.
Zayne: oh, so you’re a hot sleeper? If only your boyfriend ran ridiculously cold. Oh wait, he does. If you’re uncomfortable Zayne’s gonna rub your back or let you put your feet on him until you find the right temperature. Tossing and turning? He does the same, so he’s not going to mind. You’ll flop around together through the night - a perfect match.
Rafayel: Picky sleeper? Meet your match. Rafayel has every comfort known to man, and he’s gonna use every single one to spoil you rotten. Too hot? Here’s a different set of pajamas. Blanket too heavy? Try a different one. Can’t settle down? His high-end mattress dampens movement so he doesn’t even notice. Do what you have to do - he’s got you covered.
Sylus: Sylus is pretty similar to Rafayel, except taken about a hundred steps further. Need a different mattress? Sure, kitten, that’s alright. If that’s not right, perhaps you need a different room altogether. Or maybe a different location? When you finally convince him that flying cross country wouldn’t be necessary, he’ll settle in next to you and tell you a story until you relax enough to fall asleep.
Caleb: You know, it’s funny. You always used to have trouble falling asleep. You’d get too hot, you’d toss and turn to find a comfortable position. But with Caleb you never seemed to need to do that. It’s like the atmosphere in his house was perfectly calibrated for your unique needs. From the speed of the fan above your head to the cuff length of the pajamas he gave you to the breathability of the mattress cover… it’s almost like he could read your mind. You’d ruminate about it, but to be honest you’re too well-rested to care.
