#sleeping headcanons

[fennecfiree]

South park sleeping headcanons cuz I'm bored AF

Stan - he sleeps on his side, he rolls over a bit in his sleep and shit, doesn't really snore

Cartman - the most annoying little shit. He definitely hogs the blanket and takes up as much space as possible during sleepovers, and he probably sleeps on his back, snores a lot. Also sleeps with all his stuffed animals surrounding him

Kyle - sleeps on his back, snores a little bit, he moves around a lot in his sleep, like he'll be on his back with the blanket all on his body in the night, then in the morning he's on his side with the blanket fully off of him (based off of me LMAO)

Kenny - this fucking shit sleeps on his stomach, with his head in the pillow, he dies in his sleep a lot

Butters - sleeps on his side, he always has to hug something, a pillow, a stuffed animal, or a fucking human. Lmao. He also drools a bit

Tweek - can't even sleep

Craig - sleeps on his side, he talks in his sleep sometimes. Oh he also is a fucking weirdo and sleeps with no blanket

Clyde - similar to Kyle, Sleeps on his back, snores, moves around a lot

Jimmy - sleeps on his back, probably hugs something, usually a stuffed animal, I imagine it being something reallllyy stupid like a fucking skibidi toilet plushie

Tolkien - sleeps on his side, the most normal out these guys. He's just very peaceful

[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.

[lynnhf]

John Sheppard Sleeping Headcanons (SGA)

Stays up late at night before going to bed.

Tosses and turns during the night when trying to sleep.

Has a hard time sleeping. Either because of nightmares or because his guilt and regrets keep him up. “I should have done X instead of Y. If I did, “name” would still be alive.” Beats himself up over losing lives.

Light Sleeper. Due to always being on edge. Atlantis may need him or he doesn’t feel safe enough to sleep.

His bed must face the door at all times. 

Sleeps with a pistol under his pillow (only starting this tradition after being tortured/fed upon by Todd).

Nightmares. He’s been through a lot. Lost a lot of people, good men and women.

Wakes up early to run with Ronan (Canon).

Only truly rests when a deep, relaxing sleep takes over when he lets himself have a break.

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Elendil sleeping headcanons

This is partially a re-writing of an ask I sent starlady66, after she asked for some headcanons of mine in return. I made my best not to copy hers, any similarity is absolutely coincidental! Sorry if this is weird, I don’t know why I had this idea...

*****

🛌 He mainly sleeps in a fetal position, usually on his righ side, because on his left he carries an old battle wound that occasionally still hurts.

🛌 Like most Numenoreans, Elendil rarely prays before sleeping, but often, as he lies on his bed, waiting for sleep to come, he reflects on the day's events and thanks the Valar for their protection. 

🛌 He always, always brushes his teeth before bed; if he is particularly tired, he leaves his clothes on the floor, to pick up the next morning. 

🛌 He moved around on the bed as a child, but he learned to stay still during his first mission with the Sea Guard, so as not to disturb the others seamen.

🛌 He has never, ever fallen asleep while on guard duty, but he always takes stimulants (a coffee-like beverage or leaves to chew like khat) to be safe.

🛌 He has two distinct sleeping modes, and he is able to switch between them effortlessly. At home, he is a very deep sleeper, so much that an entire orchestra could play in his bedroom and he wouldn’t even stir; he feels safe, so he allows himself to lower his guard. At Sea (or when his children were newborns and could need to be cared for at any moment) he sleeps so light a deep breath in the next room could wake him up; he is ready to sense danger at any moment and spring into action.

🛌 He always remembers that he dreams, but never what; nightmares leave him with an unpleasant sensation that can last until mid-day.

🛌 The first nights after a long trip by Sea, he finds it hard to fall asleep without the rolling of the ship around him. 

🛌 As far as he knows, he has spoken in his sleep exactly once in his life; his wife never told him what he had said, but it was something she had found funny.

🛌 He doesn’t drool. (Isildur does)

🛌 He only suffers from insomnia if he has something on his mind. He has tried drinking chamomile, or even a concoction the healer prepared for him; nothin works, but thankfully, the list of the things that keep him awake has grown shorter year after year. 

🛌 It doesn’t matter how well or abundantly he eats during the day, he regularly wakes up in the middle of the night feeling hungry, or craving something good to eat. Because of this, he always keeps something -fruit, bread, sweets- in his room, and in his satchel while he is away at Sea.

🛌 He cannot go to sleep if he feels dirty; at home and at Sea, he does his best to clean himself, with a hot bath or a water-basin. He likes wearing clean clothes and loves the sensation of clean sheets against his skin. 

🛌 He is one of those men who can sleep with his own pillow, and his own pillow only. He sleeps naked in summer and wearing light pants when it is colder.

🛌 He kept his marriage bed after his wife died. He still sleeps rigidly on his side without crossing over. Sometimes that bed, the same where his children had been born, feels too big for a single person... which is why he is so happy when he finds the right person to sleep next to. 

🛌 He doesn’t sleepwalk, but disconcertingly, all his children do. Anarion did it once when he was very young, Isildur had three separate incidents while growing up, Eärien leaves home a couple times per year, and always goes back before dawn.

🛌 He doesn’t need to sleep with his back against the wall like many soldiers do, but the door must be closed, as well the windows, and the house door bolted. When he was ten, a thief sneaked into his parents' house looking for money and jewels to steal, and Amandil was hurt when confronting the thief. Since then, Elendil has been obsessed with protecting his home, especially by night. It doesn’t matter how hot it is, and how pleasant it would be to let the air come in, all possible entrances must be closed. 

🛌 He likes to sleep holding his lover in his arms, murmuring sweet nothings in their ear or waking up to find them caressing his hair and chest. 

🛌 He occasionally wakes up with morning wood, more often when he is in a relationship. He prefers not to take the matter in his own hands (pun intended) but have his lover do it; that's the best way to wake up.

Tagging @starlady66 and @grinkitty.

[camilleflyingrotten]

[turtleblogatlast]

Little Leo watching telenovelas with his dad

Bonus:

[bitchofsteel]

4. what position does your muse usually sleep in?

5. does your muse tend to prefer firmer mattresses or plushier ones?

4. Freyja usually sleeps curled in one herself in the fetal position.

5. For such a hard woman, she actually enjoys sleeping on soft and squishy things. She prefers a plush mattress and about five layers of blankets.

[remxedmoon]

yknow i think their cloak should be a little stained actually. just a little.

[swiftmitsu]

i dunno about you guys,

but I don’t think they like Ink sneaking into their kitchen in the middle of the night

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

tim and damian alone in the manor one day when tim is feeling ungrounded and needs to sleep.

“damian i need you to lay on me”

“what?!”

“i’m feeling so out of my body right now i just need pressure”

damian watches at tim barely manages to put a sentence together and feels a little scared (scared is not the word i’m looking for it’s probably mild concern.) so he listens and kinda just flops his body down onto tim’s.

(they both end up asleep and dick still has the photographic evidence)

[krysmcscience]

Call this the Whoopsie AU (it's barely an AU)

I mean. Narinder never explicitly SAID the Lamb would stay dead... :3c He probably should have been more specific. >:3c

Part Two:

Well. The Lamb tried, but...sorry, Nari, the crown hates you now. Shouldn't have been so quick to lend it out, I guess. :D

Aaaand Part Three:

'Isn't he just adorable?' -The Lamb, probably, while their followers smile and nod and internally scream at the brand new hellcat they now have to share living space with...

Anyway, nothing says 'Dead To Me' like following a person around to loudly remind them of how dead they are to you. Right? Right. Narinder's got this all figured out. <:]

[deunmiu-dessie]

a paralysis demon plays with you at night, this time you're finally awake to see it.

you're not sure how it started. just that one day it did.

you'd wake up with sticky inner thighs and ruined sheets; the familiar pulsing of your clit, begging for attention almost overwhelming, and your muscles ached as if you had run a marathon the day before. tentatively you'd dip your hand into your panties, nimble fingers finding the hood of your engorged clit, eyebrows pulling together at the almost painful feeling it brought; then they'd drift lower, immediately sinking into creamy, wetness that pooled from your entrance and smeared your labia.

this perverse ritual had become your waking nightmare, weeks upon weeks of waking up to ruined panties and an insatiable hunger that couldn't be sated alone. frustration and tears intertwine, as your lithe fingers desperately caress and coax your clit but to no avail. it'd leave you cranky most days and unapproachable the rest.

what the hell was happening? at first, you believed it to be mere wet dreams, lost in the recesses of your mind. but the inability to find release, even with your touch or the mechanical hum of a vibrator, defied all reason. your sanity teetered on the edge, the constant ache and unrelenting wetness between your thighs, the demands of university, and the grueling hours at the fast-paced coffee shop on campus only exacerbate your torment.

breathe; you had told yourself. you just needed a day to sleep, in order to get back into the groove of your usual hectic life. and so, you make the decision to abandon your responsibilities, forsaking work and classes, seeking solace within the confines of your bed.

but that day you saw it.

as the night grew later, you found yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your eyes open, you clung to the last shreds of wakefulness, determined to finish the movie that had lured you in with its promises of thrills and chills. the laptop, perched on your chest, emitted a faint glow, casting eerie shadows across the room. but despite your best efforts, the battle was futile. with a heavy sigh, you surrendered, closing the laptop and setting it aside.

that should've been it, you should have gone to sleep and woken up the next morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, no longer raging and horny, stressed and tired— just your normal self. yet, as if possessed by an unseen force, your eyes snap open, jolting your mind from the peaceful slumber you had so eagerly embraced, but not your body.

the room was cloaked in darkness, save for the feeble glow of a night light by the door. the time couldn't have been later than two in the morning, leaving you with ample hours until you needed to start getting ready for the day…so why were you up?

grunting you attempt to reach across to your desk and grab your water bottle, your throat suddenly dry and scratchy. but you couldn't move. in fact, your whole body felt numb, as if you'd been submerged in an ice-cold lake. you could feel the hair on your arms standing on end, your heart thumping painfully in your ribcage, desperate to escape from your chest and out the window just above your bed. frantic, your eyes darted around your room, flitting over the darkened corners and further on before subconsciously gazing upwards. it gazed back at you.

it was inky black, as if a void had materialized on your ceiling. barren of any discernible features, a foreboding presence emanated from it, sending chills down your spine. its limbs, neck, and torso twisted unnaturally, giving it a grotesque and elongated appearance. tears welled up in your eyes upon witnessing it, and you attempted to scream, only to find your mouth was sealed as if stitched with needle and thread.

the creature descended from above with erratic movements, settling above your figure and menacingly bringing its face closer to yours. this couldn't be happening, it must be a dream and in a desperate attempt to escape, you tightly shut your eyes and began counting backward from ten, gasping for air with each haggard breath.

however, a phantom graze on your thigh startles your eyes open. the creature was still there, its taloned, inky black hand slowly trailing along your clammy skin. even without a face, you could feel its gaze upon you, sinister and scheming. swallowing thickly, goosebumps follow in the wake of its touch, like tiny flames igniting your skin.

and almost as if accustomed to its advances, your body ignites with a dizzying heat, pussy weeping and your clit throbbing eagerly, readily despite your heart skipping and restarting all in one second with fear. its touch is tantalizing and deliberate, momentarily vanishing underneath your oversized night-shirt before returning to the heat of your thighs, talons pricking your flesh.

the creature's game finally comes to an end as it finds your fattened clit, which eagerly presses against the fabric of your panties, craving any form of touch. its assault is steady but firm and the touch immediately sets you off. your body, needy from weeks of being unable to orgasm, finally reaches its limit. you can feel the knot tightening in your tummy, a sharp, zinging pain in your lower abdomen, and the tensing of your thighs.

however, just as you approach your climax, the creature abruptly stops, shifting its touch to your slick inner thighs, face pressing closer to yours, leering and mocking. without the constant stimulation, your orgasm subsides, leaving you with a throbbing ache in your hips, cunt drooling with your arousal profusely.

your eyebrows cinch together, tears staining your cheeks before you're hit with a realization. the constant feeling of never being satisfied and not being able to cum, was because of this…creature.

its pitch-black visage suddenly splits into a sinister grin, revealing rows of serrated teeth gleaming with viscid, thick saliva. its voice is otherwordly deep, it's guttural, and raspy; fingers returning deftly to your clit to rub circles. "do you remember now?"

[rinsoap]

bf! suna rintaro who has a polaroid of you and him in his phone case. he takes a lot of pictures of the two of you, there is always proof of your relationship, but this one was by far his favourite.

you're on the couch, facing him and sitting pretty on his lap. one of your arms drapes lazily on his shoulders while your other hand carresses his cheek. there are cliché red solo cups scattered on the floor, the smell of cheap vodka and poorly rolled blunts only making you want to hold your boyfriend closer. bass thumping in your chest, you tilt your head to whisper in his ear over the music but suna interrupts your soft "love you" with a nod to someone else. you turn your upper body, lips parted and face flush, only to be met with a blinding flash. "y'all make me SICK," atsumu gags, moving the camera down to reveal his face and rolling his eyes while he waits for the photo to print. "BYE atsumu. thanks." your boyfriend shoos, jutting out his hand to receive the little polaroid that then atsumu presses into his hand annoyed. "ungrateful ass" he mumbles with a disappointed shake of his head, and you giggle as he gets distracted by another photo opportunity. you snatch the picture out of suna's hand and he tsks but a blush spreads quickly across his cheeks. the photo must have been good. your head was turned, staring down the barrel of the camera, lips swollen and lipgloss melted and smeared. one of your eyes was red, not unlike the lipstick stains you kissed into suna's jaw that one of your hands held. his were around your hips, but the photo couldn't capture how he was rubbing his thumb up and down your skin. your boyfriend was staring at you with red cheeks and his usual smirk was replaced with a genuine smile that said it all. you have this boy in loveeee ugh 😭

ᵎᵎᵎ ִֶ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ ، 𓂅 the song that was playing at the party : nikes by frank ocean

[adyophene]

I like to imagine Husk takes Alastor to the movies when he's pissed at him cause he knows nothing else could ruin his night like a bad movie.

[howlsnteeth]

'cause I am broken into fractions oh and I am driven to distraction

[shurikthereject]

I've heard this headcannon once or twice saying that Hobbit's sleep in piles. So i had to interpret that but with Thorin, Bilbo and Frodo, in the end i had the fluffiest family feels doodle ever.

I think Frodo would definitely be a kicker when he sleeps. And when he's sleeping with Bilbo and Thorin and gets out of control with his kicking (Thorin being his main victim), he has to get carried back into his own bed.

Thorin would snore, especially when hes comfortable and is feeling safe. When he snores, he's probably also having the best sleep ever. Bilbo got used to dwarrow snoring while travelling with thirteen of them and Frodo's a heavy sleeper (he could sleep upside down if he wanted) so it never became a problem.

If you have more ideas you'd like to share feel free to comment! I truly appreciate it <333