#playing with hair

[cumulo-stratus]

The Softest Curls In All The Kingdom

(GIF NOT MINE)

Description: Y/n enjoys playing with spencers hair on jet back home

Warnings: possible swearing, lemme know if theres anything else

Flufftober day 6: Playing with hair

Y/n- the ever workaholic decided to finish all his reports and paperwork on the jet, despite his tired (and clingy) boyfriends many protests. So they compromised; they would sit on the couch so Spencer could cuddle on y/n, and y/n could do his paperwork.

after about an hour y/n finally put his pen down, only to find Spencer asleep on his shoulder. Y/n decided to take a moment to admire his beautiful boyfriend. He noticed how peaceful his boyfriend looks compared the usual tight knot between his brows and tense shoulders. He noticed the soft rise and fall of his chest in the silent plane. Y/n couldn't help himself as he reached out and laid a hand on his head, his fingers lightly combing through the thick curls.

Spencer's eyes fluttered open at the gentle touches of his boyfriend. When he finally fully peeled open his eyes he noticed the pencil and paperwork his boyfriend had abandoned instead opting for admiring him- this thought made Spencer blush. Y/n old smiled and said "morning lovebug" in a hushed gentle tone. Spencer only rolled his eyes and leaned into his boyfriend's touch. Y/n giggled at his hypocrisy and said "does my prince enjoy when the king plays with his hair" in a joking manner. Spencer gasped in fake offense and exclaimed "your the king?! Nooo- im obviously the king and your obviously the prince!” Spencer’s voice held mock offense as he leaned in closer to Y/ns chest, despite his earlier scoldings. “of course my leige, how could i forget?” Y/n’s voice had dawned an absolutely horrible British accent and a funny voice. He continued in his this tone and accent and said “I must respect the king, as he has the softest most beautiful hair in allllll the land!” Spencer blushed and giggled quietly to himself as Y/n continued to brigs the through the soft curls all over spencers scalp- almost like a massage.

Eventually their conversation died down and they settled into a comfortable silence of Y/n slowly massaging Spencers soft curls while reading his book and spencer fast asleep on Y/ns lap, his long legs stretched all the way out to the end of the couch, barely fitting.

And soon Y/n fell asleep too, his book long since abandoned on his lap, still open to the last page. His head leaned back against the seat, and his neck was definitely going to hurt when he woke up, but it was worth it if it made spencer more comfortable.

And there they stayed for the remainder of the flight, with Y/ns hand still loosely hung on top of hid head. When they finally landed and the rest of the team began to wake, they stayed asleep. JJ was the first to notice te pile of cuteness and pointed it out to the team with a knowing a smile and a giggle. Derek couldnt help but laugh, and said “Aww, look its lover boy and boy genius cuddling! the perfect couple!” derek used a playful dreamy voice and the laughter that came after roused spencer and his boyfriend. They slowly peeled open their eyes to find at least half of the team smiling at them as if they were a cute baby. “Why are you guys looking at us like that?” Y/n questioned. the tea just giggles=d and began file out.

Y/n just held his boyfriends hand as they packet up, emerging from the jet only a couple minutes after the rest of the team.

The End

#bau #criminal minds #bau team #spencer reid #gay #fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #cute #playing with hair #flufftober #flufftober day 2 #flufftober 2023 #flufftober fic #flufftober day 6

[softpascalito]

Pedro Pascal Kinktober Day Thirteen

Playing with hair (SFW) - Joel Miller/F!Reader

Summary: Joel works in construction in Jackson. During his lunch breaks, he always comes home to you. When you notice a talent of his you hadn't known about, he opens up about the past.

Relationships: Joel Miller x F!Reader

WC: 1000

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Jackson Era, Bathing/Washing, Established Relationship, Forehead Kisses, Idiots in Love, Healthy Relationship, Mentions of Death, Joel play the Guitar, Good Parent Joel, Single Parent Joel

AO3 LINK

notes: hello! today is one of the rare sfw pieces that doesn't have any kinks (unless your kink is having a soft, comforting partner and a healthy relationship).

while there isn't a specific song mentioned here, feel free to listen to future days in the joel version (if you are emotionally stable enough to).

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Two decades after the outbreak Joel Miller is working in construction again. 

He prefers patrols to days on site, mostly because he prefers Infected to humans. At least he can kill the former when they get too close.

The grueling days that are filled with shoveling dirt, fixing roofs and sewing wood almost feel like they did back in Texas, the weather making them almost unbearable. Only now unbearably cold instead of hot.

Joel goes home during lunch break. The first few times, there's whistling behind him as he does, one of the men yelling after him.

“Can't go a few hours without that girl of yours, Miller?”

He clenches his jaw. He keeps walking. Joel knows better than to pick a fight.

When he finally gets home, he immediately finds you and buries his face in your hair.

It becomes a daily ritual.

He doesn't care how many comments or weird looks his colleagues throw at him. He just wants to be home. To feel at home. 

Today, he doesn't find you downstairs, where you are usually busy with one task or another. He distantly remembers that it's your day off and is just checking the laundry room when he hears a small noise from upstairs. The smell reaches him as he steps onto the upstairs landing of the wooden house and he smiles to himself as he heads straight for the ensuite bathroom you share. The air inside is warm and humid and his smile widens as he spots you in the bathtub. No other sight could relax him like this.

You put your book down as you notice him and return his smile with a gentle one of your own. Your gaze stays on him as he pulls off his jacket and boots and sits down on the edge of the tub, leaning over the water to press a gentle kiss to your lips. Automatically, his hand finds your hair and he brings you closer for a split moment before pulling back, just gazing down at you as his fingers gently brush through your hair. There is a comfortable silence between you for a while.

“We should put the record player in here. 'd be nice to have some music while taking a bath.” You hum and Joel pauses for a moment, clearly considering something before he gets up and heads back into the bedroom.

For a moment you think he is going to follow your suggestion and come back carrying the record player you spend so much time in front of. But he comes carrying something else and your heart jumps a bit as you recognize him holding his guitar. Your face softens a bit as you watch him gently close the door. Joel doesn't usually play for people, instead just strumming away on the back porch after a long day. Always the back porch. Never the front one.

He sits down next to the tub, adjusting the guitar strings for a few moments before he gently starts to play. It sounds like a song you've heard before but you're sure it must've been a long time ago. Joel's voice is low as he begins to sing and you close your eyes, sighing softly.

He helps you out of the tub afterwards, cleaning up the bathroom as you throw on one of his flannels and some sweats. You're sitting on the bed when he comes up from behind, running his hands through your hair again. He grabs a few hair ties from your bedside table, expertly wrapping them around his wrist before he gently starts pulling on your hair.

You frown, chuckling a bit: ”What are you doing?”

He just hums, gently placing one section over the other, his hands still so used to the motions. Slowly, he braids one side of your hair and then moves on to the other.

His touch is relaxing and you lean back, letting him work in silence. As he secures the last hair tie and runs his hands over the smooth braids, you finally speak up: ”I didn't know you knew how to do that.”

Joel chuckles at that, stroking your head:” I think it's the one I remember best.”

“What, you jobbed as a hairstylist before the outbreak or something?” 

He smiles a bit, his voice softening as he speaks, ”No. But I was a single dad.”

It feels like your heart leapt down into your stomach. You whisk around, the apology already on your lips. ”Joel-”

“Don't. It's- It's okay,” he mumbles, still stroking your hair as he looks down at you. ''Thought I'd forgotten how to do it. Think I did forget it for a while, actually. Then I saw the kids here in Jackson, running around. Reckon I remembered then.”

You stay quiet, simply allowing him to go on as he sits down next to you and your hand automatically finds his.

“I never wanted her to miss out on- on all that, just because her mom wasn't there to do it. For a while, I just let her wear her hair open, but she would come back home, tell me about how her friends had such pretty hairstyles. So, when she was at soccer camp, I took a- a class at the community college on a weekend. They taught me how to do the different braids and all that.” 

He pauses for a moment, ”After that, I did her hair before school while she had breakfast. We would listen to the radio. Just sit there and-” Joel shakes his head slowly, ”I don't know. It was a long time ago.”

“Thank you for telling me. And for- for braiding mine,” you whisper and you can't help but think about how much you love this man. How you'd do anything for him.

He squeezes your hand in response.

When he comes home during lunch break after that day, he still finds you, still buries his nose in your hair. Sometimes he braids it. Sometimes he remembers a new braid he thought he'd forgotten. He hadn't. He had just stored it away, waiting until he would need it again. Waiting for you.

Now you were here. The wait was over.

#pedro pascal fanfiction #fanfic #kinktober #tlou #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller / reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel miller #joel miller / you #hurt/comfort #sarah miller #playing with hair #braiding hair

[johnstamosobsessed]

Jessie Katsopolis x reader

Summary: y/n finds out that Jesse REALLY likes it when she plays with his hair

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It’s been a long day at work, with all the rude people and paper work. You where very relieved to be coming home to your husband of not, almost one year, Jesse Katsopolis. He was the sweetest man you’d ever met. As soon as he set his eyes on you he knew that you where the one for him, the one that he would spend the rest of his life with. You unlocked the door and dragged yourself into the house tiredly. Ugh , after a long day all you wanted to do was be in the arms of your sweet lover. You climbed up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. And collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. “Aw, is my love tired?” He asked in a sweet tone, all you could do is nod because you where really tired. “c’mere darling “ he said sweetly before you pulled yourself into his arms sun began to relax once more into his warm, and comforting embrace. You wrap your hands around his neck and began playing with his hair “ohhh” he moaned. That sure woke you up, out of all the reactions you could’ve ran through your head, that would not have been one of them. “Do you like that?” You asked teasingly. “N-no, it just I-uh it fought me off guard” this new side of Jesse was quite cute. You where used to the confident smooth Jesse, and now he was just a flustered mess. “Oh you know you did” you responded to his sorry attempt to play off the situation. You began to play with his hair again, this home messaging his head while you did. “Mmh” Jesse let out a little noise. “Oh you really like this don’t you?” You asked teasingly “okay.” He said now giving up. “Maybe I do like it, but only a little” You giggle before giving him more head rubs. He reminded you of a little kitten, being petted for the first time in forever. “Okay if you get to do that, then I get to do this” he says before ticking you, making you giggle and ask him to stop. Eventually you made a deal, you wouldn’t play with his hair and make him flustered, and he wouldn’t tickle you and make you giggle so hard you couldn’t breath. You began to cuddle in tight as his breathing slowed and you begin to drift into sleep.

Yeah this was defiantly worth the day of work

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I’m looking for more requests for this page,I take anything for John Stamos and his characters, but you can also request other things for my main blog.~

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#john stamos #John stamos x reader #jesse katsopolis #uncle jesse #cute and cuddly #in a cuddly mood #tickle scenarios #sleep #playing with hair #flustered

[bellarkeselection]

HELLO!! It's been a while, huh?

Well... Can I request a first time when reader played with Obi-wan's hair?

Love you!❤❤❤

You're Hairs So Soft

The door to my quarters opened making me close the book I waa reading to see my secret affair lover Obi-Wan enter the room. We had been seeing each other since he had returned from his training of young Anakin Skywalker. It was hard to not fall in love with his charms and especially his hair. He removed his robes dropping them on the floor slumping his shoulders before I climbed from the bed grabbing his hands in mine. "Obi-Wan I can see something has upset you. So please tell me what happened?" His blue eyes locked onto mine where I tugged him to lay on my bed. His shoulders slumped while he collapsed onto the bed completely exhausted from training. "It's just been a long day, darling. Nothing to worry your head about."

Climbing into the bed beside him we intertwined our hands together focusing our gaze directly onto one another. He has always been busier than me even though I was a Jedi master too I hadn't taken on a Palawan yet. Plus I didn't have to attend so many council meetings than the others. Moving my right hand up his chest my fingers ending up in auburn hair twisting it between my fingers. "Ooohh Y/n. You're making me get sleeper by doing that." I pulled back blushing a little embarrassed that he might not like it. "Sorry Obi it's just - you're hair is so soft. I couldn't resist playing with it." I apologized towards the Jedi knight until he moved his freehand up tucking some of mine behind my ear and running his fingers through it hearing me sigh in relief at the feeling.

"Seeing as you like it my darling I guess it can't hurt if I miss a meeting for one day. I'll just tell them I wasn't feeling well. "He explained laying his head in my lap once I shifted to sit up more against the pillows of my bed. He nuzzled his head into my embrace wrapping his arms around my waist closing his eyes letting me play with his locks. Obi-Wan let himself fall asleep in my embrace and it makes me smile to see him so relaxed outside of his daily stressful life. A few hours my eyes started to get heavy so I shifted underneath the covers seeing that he was almost asleep. Wrapping my arms around his waist he does the same even though he was half asleep. "I love you Obi-Wan. Always will." He almost snored out a reply making me giggle through a yawn. "I...love...you...Y/n."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#obi wan x you #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi one shot #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi fluff #obi wan kenobi x reader fluff #ewan mcgregor #playing with hair #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #star wars #requests open #ask box is open for anything #comments really appreciated

[jewels-writes]

Styling His Hair (Arno Dorian x Reader)

Prompt: fixing the other’s hairstlye to let their hands run through their partner’s hair Pairing: Reader x Arno Dorian Warnings: None

The morning sunlight streamed through the window of Arno Dorian's quarters, casting a warm glow over the room. As you entered, you couldn't help but notice the slight frown etched on his face as he struggled to tame his unruly locks in front of the mirror. His hands clumsily attempted to tame the rebellious strands, but they seemed to have a mind of their own.

Unable to resist the urge to help, you walked up behind Arno, a mischievous smile dancing on your lips. "Allow me to be of assistance, mon cher," you said in a playful tone, your fingers itching to run through his hair.

Arno turned to look at you, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Are you sure? I've been wrestling with this hair for years," he replied, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

You nodded, stepping closer to him. "Absolutely sure. Trust me, I have a way with hair," you reassured him, reaching for a brush on the nearby vanity.

With gentle strokes, you started to comb through Arno's tresses, your fingers gliding through the strands effortlessly. As you worked, you couldn't help but notice how he relaxed under your touch, his shoulders easing and his frown gradually melting away.

"It's quite therapeutic, isn't it?" you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, as you continued to work through his hair.

Arno closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation of your skilled hands. "I never realized how soothing it could be," he admitted, his voice soft.

You smiled, your touch becoming more playful as you teased and styled his hair. A giggle escaped your lips as you couldn't resist the urge to create a small braid amidst the tousled locks. "There, a little touch of flair," you said, admiring your handiwork.

Arno chuckled, his eyes still closed. "I never imagined I'd be subject to such styling, but I must admit, it's quite enjoyable," he admitted, his voice tinged with amusement.

You couldn't resist the urge to take it a step further. Your hands moved from his hair to his scalp, gently massaging his head with circular motions. The tension that had built up within him seemed to melt away as you continued the soothing motion.

His eyes fluttered open, a soft smile gracing his features. "You have a talent for this," he said, his voice filled with appreciation.

"It's a pleasure to see you relax," you replied, your voice filled with genuine warmth. "Sometimes, we all need a little pampering."

As the minutes slipped away, you found yourselves lost in the moment, a comfortable silence enveloping the room. Your touch became lighter, the massaging motion slowing until it eventually stopped. Arno's hair was perfectly styled, and he looked more relaxed than ever.

"Thank you," Arno whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

You gave him a playful wink. "Anytime, Arno. Just remember, I'm here to tame both your hair and your worries."

He chuckled, his eyes meeting yours. "I won't forget that. And perhaps, from now on, I'll leave the styling to the expert."

#Arno Dorian #Arno #Dorian #Assassins Creed #boost #fyp #writing #fanfic #arno fluff #playing with hair #trope #fluff #fluff trope #ac #assassins creed unity #ac unity #arno x reader #arno dorian x reader #assassins creed x reader

[spacevixenmusic]

Source: Akuma-kun [2023]

#akuma-kun #gremory #fidget #playing with hair #cowlick

[awkwardtortilla]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU MAKE MORE HEADCANNONS OF CAMILO LIKE THE ONE WITH 3 PARTS WHERE HE IS CLINGY PLEASEE THAT IS RUNNING MY LIFE RN ILYSM UR SO IMPORTANT AND LOVED AND AGAIN PLEASE

Oh- ok bestie! Sure! Thank btw you’re all those things and more bc WOW this is my first request. Aight here we go :D

Playing with Camilo’s hair hcs

Ohohoho this is gonna be funnnn

So firstly, this probably goes without saying but sweet jebus Camilo loves loves LOVES it when you play with his hair

So let’s say you’re sitting on a chair or couch or whatever and he’s chilling on the ground between your legs while you guys watch a movie or show and suddenly, just bc it looks so fluffy, you reach out and let his hair

First time you do it he tilts his head all the way back to look quizzically at you and you apologize but he’s like “no no no- do it again”

And you do and he sighs happily and puts his head back down. As you get more comfortable with it and roam your fingers across his scalp and lightly tug at the soft curls he dam near starts purring

And when you do the gentle little scratchy thing on his scalp????

HOOOOO BOY

THIS BOY A S C E N D S

To where?

TO CLOUD FRICKEN NINE

Camilo might actually purr

His body oozes with pleasure. I’m talkin shoulders slumping, muscles relaxing, he probably goes kinda dead-weight. When he relaxes his neck his head kinda flops either to the side or backward. So either into your lap or against your knee or thigh.

He can be pretty vocal about it too, like a heavy but content sigh, or really long hum, or praises

Ooo and when you play with his hair just the right way it’s all of the above. Camilo just- he l o v e s when you play with his hair.

I mean it’s a sacred thing ofc, this is Camilo Madrigal we’re talking about, but he trusts you and loves you so do whatever you want with his hair! :D

Although, as heavenly as all this sounds, there is a matter of the knots you will undoubtedly come across. Holy cripe they can be awful. But if you’re handling them it’s all good bc you do them gently. And if you accidentally pull a little too hard it’s very quickly forgiven and forgotten bc you make up for it with kisses.

It’s also fun to put Camilo’s hair up in buns, braids, etc… if you’re up for a challenge. As soft as his curls are they are STUBBORN AF. So it might be a little bit of a workout but he looks so GODDAMN C U T E with his little floof-bun sitting on the top of his head the sweat was 100% worth it.

Space buns on Camilo look like mouse ears no matter where you put them and it’s gotta be the cutest thing you’ve ever had the honor of laying eyes on. Seriously it’s so wholesome and pure you don’t think you’re worthy of such a sight

But then he takes them out bc he wants you to keep playing with his hair :)

#camilo x you #camilo fluff #camilo madrigal #camilo headcanons #camilo x reader #camilo imagine #playing with hair #fluffy shit #wholsome

[autocorrection]

playing with blackquill part 2

#ace attorney #simon blackquill #playing with hair #sketch #fanart #my art #ace attorney simon blackquill #blackquill #black and white #sketches #doodles #art dump #my artwork #ace attorney fanart

[hunter-husky]

Playing with Hair

this feels weird, usually dogs like being pet. but I heard foxes are like if cats and dogs got combined in a blender so maybe they like it too!

#Tod #Copper #The Fox and the Hound #Playing #with #hair #Playing with hair #farmer #farm #shirtless #sweaty #sweat

[lonelyinsomnia]

rises the moon

I watched as he muttered to himself, hovering over his notes, pointing at random places, and then pacing back to his invention. The sight was as amusing as it was irritating. I watched as he tinkered and took notes. His chocolate brown hair bounced as he shuffled back and forth.

Leaning against a cluttered table covered in gadgets and gizmos I noticed a spyglass. I picked it up and placed it against my eye. I followed a seagull as it dove down, only to catch an updraft and soar much higher than before. I watched the sun begin to set, leaving only a sliver of natural sunlight.

Setting the spyglass down, I looked over to Viktor. He was still enthralled with his work. I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. He spun around and nearly hit me with the notebook he held.

“Watch it,” I sneered.

He laughed wryly and almost returned to his project, but stopped when we made eye contact. We briefly held each other’s gaze until I coughed to break the increasingly awkward silence.

“Uh,” I paused, debating on continuing, “The sun is nearly set, so…Would you like to stargaze with me?”

His tired eyes widened. After a moment, his shoulders slumped and he sighed.

“That would be…beneficial,” he said nodding.

I began walking out of the room, pausing only to hold the door for him. He gave me an apathetic look, which I returned with a half-hearted smile. I shut and locked the door behind me as we stood on the balcony.

The silence between Viktor and me was not awkward like before, but it wasn’t comfortable either. We stood side-by-side and leaned against the railing watching as the sliver of sunlight became all but an orange hue on the horizon. We waited silently until the sky darkened enough to see the stars. Once they appeared, I sat down and gazed at the glittering sky; Viktor followed suit and small talk ensued. He talked about his gadgets and formulas and I listened -- despite not knowing what he was talking about. Viktor’s hazel eyes shined a gloss-like gold as he spoke, his enthusiasm evident. It was a sweet sight. When he calmed down, I started pointing out different constellations. He watched my hands and listened to whatever I had to say about each planet, quasar, black hole, star, or nebula I gestured to.

I felt a weight on my shoulder during my rant about Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. I looked over to see Viktor asleep. His eyes bore heavy on his face and his cheeks were sunk in but he had a small smile on his lips. Gazing at the sky, I smiled.

His head began to fall after a bit so I gently guided him to lie on my lap. He started to snore quietly the moment he lay on my thighs. Smiling, I ran my fingers through his hair. It was soft to the touch. Absentmindedly, I played with his hair as I gazed at the rising moon.

#arcane league of legends #viktor x reader #arcane #viktor #x reader #reader insert #x yn #domestic fluff #teasing #stargazing #Song: rises the moon by Liana Flores #short and sweet #fluff #oneshot #playful attraction #playing with hair #viktor's a nerd #viktor needs a hug #and I need one too #you also need sleep #the bird has meaning #first person view #grammarly is my best friend sometimes...not this time.

[fruitcoops]

resting your head on your partner's lap‼️

(specifically finnlo but if you're not vibing with them then whoever, it'll be good either way 🤍)

FinnLo my beloved <3 Excellent choice, if someone wants to do this for me please send in your application.

"I like this," Logan mused. "You look hot."

Finn glanced up from his book to grin at Logan, settling more comfortably over his lap. He was warm as a sunbeam and soft as a pillow, perfectly relaxed. The ideal book nook. "Yeah?"

"Ouais. Hasn't been this long since...sophomore year?"

"Until I shaved it off."

"Until you shaved it off," Logan sighed with a shake of his head. The strong fingers combing through Finn's hair moved forward to mess with the beginnings of a fringe before Logan moved back to petting above his ears. "That was when I knew it was more than a crush."

"Really?"

"If I could still think you were cute after you cut off your gorgeous hair, I was fucked for real."

#finn ohara #logan tremblay #finnlo #harvard #coast to coast #sweater weather #my fic #fanfic #short fic #lumosinlove #playing with hair

[whump-n-comfort]

[A] woke up slowly, running their tongue around their dry mouth and keeping their eyes shut out of fear of what they would see. Am I in heaven? Why is everything so soft and warm-

"Hey, you awake yet?" [B]'s voice spoke quietly from above [A], finally getting [A] to open their eyes and rapidly blink away the blurriness. [A] just barely managed to peek around their cacoon to see the tired but so relieved expression on [B]'s face. "Thank god. You had us worried there, running out into weather like that."

Oh, right. That explained a lot. It was here [A] noticed what their temporary prison was made out of: their favorite blanket. The object was doing its best to subside the shivers that still wracked their body. God, they were an idiot, attempting such a reckless plan and making everyone worry and coddle them-

A gentle touch graced their cheek, [B]'s thumb instantaneously banishing those thoughts as if they knew [A] would go there immediately once they realized what happened. "Rest easy, now, it's [C]'s turn to take watch, so we got nothing to worry about."

Well, [A] couldn't argue with that, now could they? As they drifted back off to sleep, they felt that same hand eventually reach the top of their head, the soothing brushing of [B]'s fingers making them subconsciously wiggle closer to [B], feeling safe and protected, and most importantly, loved.

#whump #whump prompt #hypothermia #trembling #comfort item #self esteem issues #blankets #playing with hair #~my stuff~ #i wanted to make something soft

[allmightluver]

You think Toshi likes having his hair played with?

Yes.

Unfortunately Toshi’s hair has probably suffered from his lack of nutrition and poor health. It’s probably thinned out more than before. Brittle and feels like hay it’s so rough. But it is possible after retiring his hair has managed to come back a little now that he’s taking care of himself again. So we’ll pretend this is then:

He’d be confused when you ask him if you could, but he’d let you nonetheless. He’d want you to be gentle though, he’s had several concussions over the years that have left some permanent bumps of scar tissue. They’re a little sensitive if they’re suddenly bumped into with a comb or hairbrush. But he trusts you to be forgiving.

You place a pillow on the floor and ask him to sit down, while you sit on the couch behind him (or stand depending on your height). You start gently running your hands through his hair, feeling along the surprisingly soft locks despite their ragged appearance. You can feel bumps and divots along his skull, but you’re careful not to let your fingers linger.

The feeling sends a visible shiver down Yagi’s spine. You ask if he’s alright, if this is still alright. He straightens and nods quickly, “Ah, yes! Sorry. It feels nice. Please, continue.”

You smile pulling his long bangs back to join the rest. His hair is so thick. You feel you could easily leave a brush in here without it falling. You brush it back with your fingers, gathering it up to test if you can put it in a ponytail. You can, easily. You instead try to braid it.

Suddenly you notice Yagi leaning to one side. You don’t say anything at first, thinking he could just be stretching or favoring a sore spot. But soon his head is starting to tip forward. He leans a bit too far over before jumping with a gasp and scrambling to stay upright. You again ask if he’s alright and what happened. He laughs nervously, scratching at the back of his neck with one hand as he turns his head to look in your direction, “Sorry. I guess I started falling asleep.” “It’s alright,” you say with a smile, “I’m glad it’s so relaxing for you.”

You pat the couch and have him lay down with his head in your lap. He’s blushing at the position but obeying without protest. “Just relax,” you say softly as you start gently carding your fingers through his from front to back and over again, “let yourself drift.” He doesn’t want to fall asleep and waste your time together, but you insist. He’s by far worthy more than anyone of a nap. The dark bags under his eyes never seem to leave, and you feel exhausted just looking at him most days. Yagi’s eyes shine as he gives you a soft smile before he gives in and takes a deep breath, letting it slowly and allowing his eyes flutter shut. You can feel his body relax and melt into the couch (it’s an extra long but his feet still hang over the edge).

You make yourself comfortable and continue slowly running your hand over his hair, gently letting your fingers spread out to further massage his head. He only makes it a solid a minute before his breathing evens out and he’s quietly snoozing on your lap. You smile, not letting your hand stop as you feel yourself becoming drowsy as well. The two of you sleep there for several hours, you waking up first and continue your massage. Another hour and half later he finally wakes up as well, embarrassed he slept so long. But he admits it was one of the best sleeps he’s gotten in a long while.

Even now you find yourself playing with his hair at night right before falling asleep. It’s become a relaxing ritual for you both. If you find him staying up late and overworking himself as he often does, you creep up behind until you can reach his head to run your hands along. He always hear you coming, and instantly know what you want, melting instantly with a deep sigh the moment your hands meet him.

Sometimes he’ll gently shake you off, saying he needs to finish what he’s working on and will come to bed soon. Sometimes you let him, other times you stubbornly continue your endeavor until he eventually gives in, already barely awake. He knows you’re right and he needs to rest, so he wearily puts down his pen and paper and struggles to follow you back to bed where he all but collapses. You undress him from the day into something more comfortable and tuck him in, sliding beside him. He’s awake enough to smile and kiss your forehead with a mumbled “I love you” before completely conking out. You take such good care of him.❤️

#lover talks #lover works #ask me #anon #toshinori yagi #all might #hair play #playing with hair #naps #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[thefuzzzz]

Klance WIP bingo #5!!

Summary:

Word Count: 464

Chapters: 1/1

Description:

That night was different than most. Usually, Keith curled up and fell asleep, contained to his side of the bed and only allowing Lance's arm to drape over him lazily once he was dead asleep.

However, tonight, Keith moved just a bit closer and laid his head on Lance's shoulder. Lance thought he was having a heart attack.

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Keith is more affectionate than usual, fluff ensues

My Card:

#KLIHWIPBingo #KLIHServerEvent #KLValentinesWipBingo24 #fanfiction #oneshot #klance #playing with hair #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #fluff without plot #no plot just fluff #cuddling #keith x lance #lance x keith #🪻fanfics

[three-possums-playing-human]

Hear me out. Steve playing with Eddie’s hair. Steve taking care of Eddie’s hair. Steve making an entire hair care routine for Eddie. Doing fun little hairstyles with his hair. Learns how to braid just to braid Eddie’s hair.

This is not a want. It’s a NEED.

#steve the babysitter #steve the hair harrington #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie my beloved #eddie munson #stranger things #i need art of this like right now #please #i am on my hands and knees #if you draw this tag me #not for credit i just need it #playing with hair #eddie’s hair needs some love #steve is ready to provide that love #steve is bi #steve is the best babysitter #eddie is so in love #eddie is gay #eddie didn’t die shut up

[do-i-really-exist-love]

if i’m playing with your hair and you fall asleep on me, it’s far too late for you, you’re my human now and I will protect you to my dying breath no matter what

#cuddling #playing with hair #protective