#shared bed

[lemonribs]

got a fic idea about the reader being trapped in the hospital during a snow storm, and having to sleep in the same room with her fellow attending because all the other beds were taken….. 🫪🫪🫪

[pangkeyisdoomed]

37:08 Lukey says he woke Pangi up and then left the bedroom. They shared a bed again didn't they. I'm milking this stream for all the yaoi possible

[moonpetrichors-blog]

Sharing A Bed With Jake

Tags: Jake Sully x Reader, Oneshot, Sharing a Bed, Sleeping Headcanon, Gn!Reader, Fluff

Warnings: Size Difference Bc Jake is a Buff Man 🙏

Jake Sully is a hot sleeper, and you like to cuddle. Jake constantly wakes up sweating in the middle of the night because you are glued to him.

I made sweating sound poetic

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [06/01/23] ❞    

Jake huffed.

He attempted to roll you away from him, but you nestled deeper into his wonderfully warm chest, slinging your arms and legs across the broad expanse of his body. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, unconsciously exploiting him as your personal heating pack, and he grumbled softly at the contact. As you slept, you were drawn to him inexplicably, like a moth to a flame.

It was almost comical how he was much, much bigger than you, yet you rendered him impotent in the midst of eclipse. When he endeavored to push you away, you merely delved deeper into the contours and valley of his body, fitting like a precise jigsaw puzzle. He would've admired the way your bodies were seemingly moulded for one another, if it weren't for the glistening film of perspiration laid on Jake's burning skin.

But alas, each time he failed to close his eyes, you'd stir in your sleep and shift against him, your breath lilting. Small beads of sweat were already gathering on his temples, gradually trickling down; his skin was hot, like clay being fired in a kiln. With your cheek firmly glued to the rough crests of his torso, he had no clue how you didn't wake up frustrated.

Jake raised his eyes to the endless blanket of stars. And soon, the barking of distant nantangs penetrated the night's calm; he cringed at an old memory of them. Jake knew he was doomed to remain awake, and the searing temperature of his skin rising ever so steadily served as an irritating reminder.

...

He was right.

You awoke, yawning and stretching the stiffness out of your limbs. Your rest was excellent, but when you glanced besides you, your partner resembled a wrung-out towel.

An astute observation, you thought.

Jake's piercing glare darted from the canopies to your eyes, his lips pursed in a frown. “Do you have any idea what you put me through last night?”

You feigned contemplating his question before shrugging. This was a frequent occurrence between you two; you'd have the most exquisite slumber of your life, while Jake appeared like a sleep-deprived racoon.

However, not this time. Jake yanked you by the forearm, trapping you beneath his heavy, sweltering body, before you could continue your morning. You slammed your fist against his chest, demanding that he got off of you because, let's be honest. Nobody desired the crushing weight of a ten-foot-tall man smothering them.

Jake was unconcerned. He chuckled slyly as he mirrored your gestures from the night prior, encircling his muscular arms around your smaller frame; his head dipped besides yours so he could rest soundly. You attempted to thrash beneath him, but it was all for naught. You were sweating now as you pleaded for someone to help you from your mate's clutches, only to have your cry fall on deaf ears as it rustled through the unsympathetic bushes.

You never slept glued to him again.

[azraelazalea]

I watched as he slept, his hair growing long and splayed across our bedsheets. When he was unconscious, he looked satisfied and relaxed. This look did not last long after he woke up, but for now it was still there. As I rustled awake, his head shifted slightly from where it was buried in my chest. He was beautiful. Anatomically we were the same, and yet we filled each other’s gaps. We were two halves of a whole.

We shared a bed, not too long after our secret was shared with the world. Here, within our four walls, we were sheltered from the others. It was just me and him. It was all him. Him, with his long eyelashes that brushed the top of his cheeks. Him, with his jawline that was covered in a light stubble, for he had not yet shaved today. Him, with his bare chest, warm against my own. Him, with the crook in his neck that my nose fit perfectly into. Him, with his palms that perfectly encompassed my face. Him, with the mind that found an intellectual equal in mine. Him. All of him that held possession over all of me.

Since the day we met, he never left my mind. The day I kissed him and he kissed me back, I knew that I would never move on from him. He was the only truly good thing in the world, and he was mine. There was something domestic in the way he looked, saintlike and stunning. Waking up with him curled up against me let me understand one thing. I would never love another, and neither would he. We were equals. Socially, physically, mentally, and romantically. I loved this boy with every last bone in my body, and I always would.

[dear-whoever-this-may-conce-blog]

When the bed is too full but you don't want to kick your bean or the giant teddy bear out of bed

[kimchicuddles]

Is your bed a special shared space? TikvaWolf.com

[weeping-shades-of-indigo]

This is life now, we are the family at the start of willie wonker...

[motorghost]

a McHanzo shared-bed fic!

“to lie down with dogs”

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada

Tags: Sharing a Bed, Tropes with the Most, away mission, Overwatch Mission, Spying, North Dakota, winter is coming, So are the feelings, Enemies to Lovers, Maybe some Friend mixed in there, IDK these lines are gray, gray areas, Gay Areas, Hanzo misses his home, Dreams, Nightmares, Insomnia, Smut to come soon, Unreliable Narrator, POV Hanzo Shimada, Angsty at first

Summary: Hanzo and Jesse are sent on a deep surveillance mission in the industrialized wasteland of pre-Crisis North Dakota, secretly hunkered down in a little room ill-fit for human occupation. Jesse seems fine with the situation, but Hanzo's doubts extend far beyond that little room.

Word Count: 2913 -- Chapter 1/5(?)