squishyscenarios:

Jackson: He’d spoon you, your back pressed against his chest and his arms encircled around your waist tightly. He’d intertwine his legs with yours and he’d bury his face in the crook of your neck, sniffing your hair and mumbling, “You’re using my shampoo, aren’t you?” He’d plant tiny kisses on the back of your neck, one hand sneaking under your shirt and resting on your stomach. He’d fall asleep before you and he’d be hugging you so tight that you probably wouldn’t even be able to breathe. Every time you try to wiggle out of his grasp he’d just pull you back closer, even in his sleep…