sleeping meme

[maliceaforesock]

It's that damn plurk meme. Sort of.

This is the Sleeping Meme. Plain and simple, your character is sleeping with another one. While sharing a bed and sleeping together with someone is very intimate, smut is not necessary.
 

What do:
1) Post with your character. Name and canon go in the subject line.
2) Include your preferences.
3) Tag around.
4) If you tag, pick a letter from A-H according to the diagram above. Ta-da. That's the position the characters are sleeping in.
5) That's it.

Comments

Tony Stark | MCU | OTA

[irondad]

( 25+ for ships, gen shenanigans welcome )

Leon Scott Kennedy | RE2 | ota

[rcpd]

Worick Arcangelo | GANGSTA. | ota

[gigolopuff]

E Nygma / The Riddler | DC Comics | OTA

[ainissesthai]

[Open to any scenario from awkward confused meetings with strangers to this being business as usual.]

D + whatever we want

[hosannas_of_anguish]

Jonathan was still in the midst of his self-inflicted house arrest, the night before as normal as expected. Spending time with Edward when he came over, playing a few rounds of scrabble. After some time together, Jonathan remained away reading a novel while lying beside his sleeping lover.

Somewhere in the night, the switch happened, as it often did when Jonathan's insomnia reared its ugly head. At first, the gaunt figure on the bed - with his feet hanging off the end, laid upon his stomach with one arm under the body beside him pinned and numb of feeling. He shifted as consciousness returned; the waking world had once more come. Tired eyes cracked open with an odd grumble under his breath. Shifting to try and sit up as pain shot up his arm and a hitched low hiss rolled free. His arm was asleep and stuck. Had he twisted his hand stupidly in the bars in the night?

No, this wasn't the bed at home; this bed had a normal wooden headboard. He then shifted despite the pain to see why his arm was stuck and what the weight on one of his legs was... It was the Black Prince. Jonny always seems to think Edward wasn't that heavy, but his arm was all pins and needles. Narrowing his eyes, he fought the urge to rip his arm from under The Prince so he could go to the bathroom and find something to eat, not to mention getting blood to his arm again.

Despite having poems and songs in his mind to speak through, he laid there, half trapped and glaring at Edward; he would suffer the pain to keep the look up. Jonny would hear his complaints.

bakugou katsuki ☆ mha

[nitrosweats]

Shigure | Fire Emblem: Fates | OTA

[shigure]

Tony Stark | Marvel

[dyseuphoria]

A (Sorry for the edit)

[apenandsomebullets]

It really was an eternal enigma to Karen; how she had wound up at a Christmas party for the Avengers all due to her firm handling Peter Parker's high-profile case. Nelson, Murdock, and Page were coming up in the executive ranks as an up and coming firm that eagerly accepted the complex cases. The hopeless, the worthy poor, the tragically lost, and the stepped upon.

In the present circumstances, Karen had partaken heartily in plenty of eggnogs. Frankly, it was more alcohol than it was actual creamy confection. She had seriously imbibed in more than she should typically have but not enough to relegate her to assuredly losing her faculties.

Consequently, when she and Mr. Stark naturally began to talk gaily as she typically stood there; feeling completely out of uncomfortable sorts due to her not knowing a kindred soul there. Barely did she sufficiently realize that they would vibe so easily?

Cut to the twilight morning.

The delightful evening had inevitably ended in a very passionate, hot session of wonderful, carnal pleasure but, never in a million years, did she think she would wind up staying the night. Then, to even more bafflement, typically did she popularly think she would willingly become the little spoon.

Candidly, it was positively a memorable night of cathartic release that she dearly needed, and it was undoubtedly the most fun she'd naturally had in memorable years. All the same, it was delightful to keenly enjoy a cuddle afterward. Aftercare was extremely important to Karen and she relished it with joyous abandon.

As she instantly perceived her bleary eyes naturally beginning to cautiously open, the hour still late enough in the peaceful morning for it to be dark still outside. She couldn't help but emit a joyful sound of hearty approval as she felt the remarkably brawny arm of Tony gently wrapped around her belly. The unique feel of his very toned and admirably fit body encompassing her and liberally supplying her, normally chilly body, with comfortable amounts of body heat.

"Mm, this feels delightful," she said gently in a pleasant voice that was still thick with sleep. To tell the truth, she did not wish to genuinely move but if he inevitably required her to; she would.

harley quinn | dc comics preboot

[relapser]

Aether | Genshin Impact | ota

[startraveler]

mallaidh ashby ღ original ღ ota

[sweetestheart]

( No smut, but fluff welcome, as is assumed CR! M/F for shipping. )

jyn erso || rogue one || ota

[made_of_stars]

cassian andor || rogue one || ota

[rebellionbuilt]

rey || star wars || ota

[see_the_stars]

ben solo || star wars || ota

[in_the_grey]

Jesus | The Walking Dead

[jesussaves]

[m/m for ships, ota for gen cuddling]

Shaun Gilmore | Critical Role | ota

[gloriouslygood]

Chris Redfield | Resident Evil Series | ota

[captainbara]

Greg House | House M.D. | ota

[myopathy]

(house isn't a cuddler. you're probably in his space and he probably isn't happy about it but when is he ever? that shouldn't stop you! ota for ships, i really don't mind, but establish relationship/assumed cr preferred because, unless you're a prostitute, he isn't up for sharing his bed with anyone... perhaps with the exception of wilson. unless alcohol's already played a role here, in which case you might just get away with it without risking your dignity or your limbs. :3)

Sebastien "Booker" le Livre | The Old Guard

[transfuge]

[thescythian]

They're in transit somewhere in Eastern Europe. It's cold enough to be fall or winter but Andy's lost track of the months as well as the years. It's somewhere in the mid 1900s, she knows. After the Great War, though all wars are great when you're in them.

The little safehouse is nothing more than a cabin in the woods, the electricity long since turned off and the cracks in the wooden walls mended with strips of linen and handfuls of hay.

They've dragged mattresses and pillows and blankets into the kitchen, started a fire in the wood-burning stove, and Nicky and Joe lie entangled on one of the mattresses fast asleep: Andy and Booker on the other.

His arm is slung across her waist, his body molded against hers and the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back is comforting, though not enough to make sleep come.

There's a restlessness in her that she can't seem to cure. It rises and falls like the tide. Some days, it seems gone entirely just to return full force a week or two later. Maybe it was the sounds of Nicky and Joe reaffirming their love earlier, the vigorous exercise no doubt working some warmth into frozen limbs. Perhaps it's the scent of smoke tickling her nose or the aching cold she can't seem to chase away from her toes.

With a frustrated noise, she shifts in the bed, trying not to jostle Booker too badly and mostly failing.

Jonathan Sims | The Magnus Archives

[recordingends]

Jamie | Changeling: The Lost OC | OTA

[the_fairest_flower]

[m/m m/nb for ships but ota for platonic cuddles or awkward bed sharing]

Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

[perfectlycivil]

[m/m for anything even suggesting intimacy, ota otherwise]

[straightnotnarrow]

[Up for something probably awkward and difficult?]

tahani al-jamil | the good place | ota

[namedroppings]

veronica mars.

[peskiness]

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | M/M

[runningwithwolves]

(Stiles is a great little spoon)