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tulipsforvin · 7 months

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“Drying Their Hair„

Characters: Albert James Moriarty, William James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty.

Tags: Short fluff, Established relationships, Wet hair, Reader dries hair of their S/O, Married couples.

Format: Story Writing.

William J. Moriarty

You watch as the bathroom door opens and your husband walks out, water dripping from his body - only a towel wrapped around his waist as he runs a hand through his blond hair. Orange hues of sunlight cascade onto the skin of his fairly toned ab muscles from the windows.

“Darling—” He begins. “Not now, I'm busy.” You murmur, eyeing him up and down. Truly, you were busy, because when else would you find the time to appreciate that body when he was already so busy with his job as a professor & a crime consultant?

“My dear, if you have time to gawk at me like that then I can surely assume you have enough time to dry my hair?” He raises an eyebrow, passing you a towel that you swear wasn't in either of his hands just seconds ago.

“Where did that come from?” You ask, sitting up in bed as you look down at the towel that he passed to you.

“The gall to speak back to you or the towel?” He smirks.

“Both.” You say, grinning at his witty words as you watch him drag a stool infront of your bed and place himself down on it, facing you. He leans down a little so you can easily dry his hair without having to strain upwards to match his height. You scooch up closer to the edge of the bed and place the towel on his soft blond hair.

“Who knows?” He sighs, satisfied as you begin to dry his hair with the towel - making sure to be gentle in your movements. He leans further against you, face resting into your chest as you continue to pat his hair down with the towel.

“William?” You whisper, feeling his arms wrap around your waist lazily as you continue to dry his hair.

“...Hm?” He hums, head drooping and eyelids growing heavy.

“Are you going to fall asleep? You haven't even gotten dressed. You'll catch a cold.”

“Mmm..” He hums again. You're not sure if that meant he would stay awake or fall asleep. But when you hear his breath grow slower and his grip around your waist loosen, you begin to think that it was the latter.

Albert J. Moriarty

He's just returned from being dispatched by the government for an entirety of four days to take down a national-threat level criminal. It's safe to say that when he came back, he's acting very clingy towards you.

He'd saunter in through the door, arms wrapped around you and burying your face into the crook of your neck, as you're preparing yourself a cup of tea.

“You smell so good. So warm. So much like home.” He murmurs softly, breathing in your comforting scent.

“And you reek of sweat. Go take a shower.” You tell him, nudging him away with your elbow. He groans, detaching himself away from you as he sulks away to the bathroom.

When he returns, he practically drags you to the vanity mirror hands you a towel and sits himself down on a chair infront of it.

“What?” You ask. “My hair, love. Won't you dry it for me?” He looks at you with his handsome features, smirking. He reaches up his pointer finger to poke at your cheek.

You melt, feeling yourself redden slightly and hide it away with a scoff as you begin to dry his hair. He relaxes in your touch, facing the mirror as your hands work expertly.

“I don't understand why you felt the need to have me dry your hair infront of a mirror, though. Perhaps you've been told that your spouse was actually a vampire and you felt the need to confirm it yourself?”

You question, focused entirely on drying off his hair with the towel when he laughs softly. It's a nice sound - his laughter. So warm, so beautiful. So, so full of love for you.

“No. That's not it.” he says, smiling to himself as he looks at the two of you in the mirror. You notice his gaze focused on your face. “I've been away for days, sweet love.”

“Your point?”

“My point, (Name), is that having a mirror infront of us allows me to steal glances at you and have you touch me at the same time. Something I couldn't do without hindering your efforts had I been looking up to face you instead.”

Louis J. Moriarty

You would have to be the one offering to dry this sweet man's hair. I presume he'd be too embarrassed to tell you to do it for him, especially if the two of you have recently gotten married. Especially pre-timeskip.

“Louis, let me do it for you.” You offer, grabbing a towel and then walking over to him.

“Ah, no. It's alright, (Name). I possibly couldn't—” He attempts to refute and you shush him with a kiss to the lips. He flushes red immediately, staggering back and grabbing onto a nearby chair to prevent his knees from giving out.

You push him down onto that very chair, lips still locked onto his for a few moments before you pull away, smiling smugly down at him. He looks up at you with a somewhat dazed and somewhat surprised expression, slightly out of breath. His eyes falls to your lips momentarily before he rips his gaze away, clearing his throat.

You're stifling a laughter making it's way upward your throat when he pulls you down onto his lap, making you face him. You gasp softly, surprised at the sudden action.

He's not one to talk much and would most likely be nuzzling against you as you as you begin to dry his hair.

“How bold.” You tease, grinning widely.

“No. Only comfortable.” He blabbers against your shoulder, sighing in pleasure when he feels you rub his hair with the towel to dry it.

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callofdudes · 6 months

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I may not have all the strength to fully get back into writing, but bear with me as I feel I do need to write something to help myself out a little. So have some experimental Cat!shifter Simon I saw on Twitter.

Morning Cuddles

You hadn't paid much mind to the feeling of your blankets shifting as soft feet pattered across them. The cold winter night had left you bundled up in your barracks with the heater on, and a certain someone sought to share it.

Nuzzling his head under the blanket, he wiggled in and found a small space, a pocket in the blankets by your thigh where he felt content to curl up. Laying his head against your leg, tail flicking and then dozing off.

You fell back asleep pretty quickly, your little friend nice and safe with you.

The next morning when the sun rose, it was still cold, and the sunlight was grim and slightly greyer against your window.

You yawned, stretching a little. You feel the shift on your bed and reach your hand down under the blanket, gently stroking his head. "Hey buddy..." You whisper, feeling him shift again.

It's silent, and then you hear purring, Simon coming up out from the blankets and nudging into the pets. Your hand traveling along his bare feline body.

He walked up onto your chest, paws digging and feeling the blanket, trying to make his morning bread.

You smile softly, looking down at his paws, still trying to snag his nails on the blanket.

"Well good morning to you." You scratched down his back, to which he hissed, relaxing and laying back down on your chest, tail flopping when he snuggled up to the warm sweater you'd been wearing through the night.

"Ok, just a little longer." You close your eyes, Simons purring getting slower and smoother. Settling down as the atmosphere turns relaxing.

But the slow morning is soon to close out as chaos stirs in the halls and the morning chills set in.

You grumble, patting Simon on your bed and stroke between his ears. "Price'll be waiting for us Simon, time to get up."

Simon stretched, meowing begrudgingly and flicking his tail. But he gets off of you, letting you get up and get somewhat dressed, keeping your sweater on.

Simon hopped off the bed and circled your feet, butting his head into your leg and willing you to pick him up. And so you do, scooping his small body into your arms and tucking him into your sweater.

"let's go find something to start the morning right." You kiss the top of his head, to which his tail flicks harshly, only making you chuckle.

You make it to the kitchen where Johnny and Gaz are talking while the kettle boils.

Johnny's eyes light up when he sees you both. "Well there you are. I couldn't find Simon in his room."

Johnny moves and pets Simon's head, to which he purrs loudly in response.

"Well it's good to hear you made it through the cold. I was freezing my bloody balls off."

"Yeah? Well maybe Simon can sleep with you tonight then huh?" You smirk at Johnny.

To which Johnny rolls his eyes. "Man's got no fur, not like I'd complain. You're comfy Simon."

Simon narrows his eyes before yawning again, resting his chin on your forearm and slinking back into rest until you resigned to putting him down.

But for now, it wasn't that time, and he could enjoy your fuzzy sweater.

(look this little guy isn't going away. Ask me questions or stuff with him because hairless cat Simon is now my comfort baby. Thank you for reading this little experiment post 😊)

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #soft fluff #cat shifter!Simon

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fluffywings13 · 3 months

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Imagine outcast fearsome King Of Curses Sukuna and undesirable orphan Yuuji crossing paths.

"You look like you give really good hugs!?!?!"

Sukuna has no idea where this sudden paternal emotion has arisen but this is now his child. No arguments.

Yuuji not permitting anyone to talk shit about Sukuna while he can hear it. Threatening to beat people up and Sukuna finding it entirely too amusing.

Nuzzles are how they show signs of immense affection.

Sukuna definitely gives Yuuji forehead kisses because ❤️ 💙 💜 💖 💗

Yuuji sneaking into Sukuna's chambers every morning for sleepy morning cuddles.

Sukuna enticing his sneaky child into taking his bath every night with tickles because the child is surprisingly difficult when it comes to the servants handling it themselves.

Yuuji being the reason why the King Of Curses reigns in said lower Curses because he wants to explore everything and Sukuna won't fathom the possibility of some foolish idiot curse not realizing the child is his and causing him harm or injury.

Therefore Sukuna redemption because of Yuuji.

And the rest is as they say....history.

#jjk itadori #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sukuna #yuji itadori #secretly soft sukuna #soft fluff #jjk headcanons

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jmvore · 3 months

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Kisses, Cuddles, & Everything in Between 💖

› pairing(s) » cat hybrid!jimin x f!reader x bunny hybrid!jungkook › word(s) » 1.2k+ › warning(s) » cuddles, soft kisses, reader dealing with things and needing reassurance, not insecurity but just being overwhelmed, anxiety, so much love in one room, ai pictures of Jungkook & Jimin (obvi). › cc's playlist » love is you by chrisette michelle › a/n » thank you @/lostsozai for the dividers!

Jimin's purrs are lower and deeper than usual as the rain falls against the roof and windows. It creates a low soothing rhythm the feels equivalent to the beat of your heart. He has his head laid in your lap, all the while, his legs are stretched to accommodate the three of you. His fingers lazily trace over your mid-thigh tattoo, playing with your fingers to try and calm you. His way of trying to soothe you.

Jungkook watches both of you closely, his long bunny ears slumped rather than standing tall because he can sense the awful mood you’re in. He knows you’re having a bad day and you know Jimin can sense it too. Your scent has been bitter and all they want to do is return it to its normal state. You know that's the reason why they’re clinging to you, hoping it'll help you feel better.

“You know we’re here for you, Noona. Always and Forever,” Jungkook whispers, holding your waist tighter as he traces the intricate lines of your tattoo that travel down your arm. He lets you curl into his warmth to sulk and kisses the shell of your ear as a way of trying to comfort you. It seems to be working when he can hear your sobs turn into sniffles. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I-I know…” Your voice sounds broken as it catches in your throat. Your leg shakes as you take a deep breath to try and calm the anxiety building in your chest. You take to looking out of the window, seeing a family of four across the street trying their best to get out of the rain. It makes you chuckle, just a little even as you’re trying your hardest to hold back more tears.

Your heart feels heavy as if it’s sitting right on your chest cavity. You can’t breathe… Your brain feels as if it’s malfunctioning but you know you have to soldier on. Not only for your sake but for theirs too. You just wish Namjoon was here too but sadly, he had to work. He left with promises of bringing your favorite food home. You knew you couldn’t beg him not to go to work seeing as there’s a huge case he’s working on and he can’t take off at the moment.

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Jimin sits up to face you as it takes you by surprise.

“We love you…” He mumbles, crawling to put himself right between your legs so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck to scent. He knows it doesn’t really work seeing as you’re not a hybrid and you don’t have a scent gland but it makes him feel better knowing his and Jungkook’s scents somehow calms down your spike. You do have a faint natural scent, however. It’s a soft spicy cinnamon scent that merges well with the rich aroma of Jimin’s caramel and apple as well as Jungkook’s ginger scent and since Namjoon’s faint honeyed scent lingers in the air, it’s the only thing keeping both of them from breaking down with you.

You continue to pet the top of Jimin’s hair and comb your fingers right between his pretty blond and black cat ears. It’s cute how he closes his eyes to feel, rubbing his nose against your next and holding on to for dear life. He’s happy and content and now he just wants you to be too.

“I love you both…” You try your best muster up a smile to let them know you’re going to be fine but it ends up looking more like a grimace.

“When hyung gets home we can all cuddle in bed,” Jimin proposes as Jungkook eagerly nods at his plan. That’s All you wanted to distract you from what’s going anyway. To keep you from crying your heart out more. “Noona…?”

“That sounds good.” You kiss Jimin’s forehead before laying your head back on Jungkook’s chest to try and breathe.

“Are you at least feeling better?”

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I promise.”

Jimin huffs, shuffling in his place to sit up to sit back on his legs. His hands are on either side of your face as he stares you right in the eyes. He’s been trying his best not to cry with you, Knowing Jungkook can’t handle it because he’ll burst into tears too. You try to look away but he holds your face in place as he squishes your cheeks and pouts. It makes your lips poke out like a blow-fish and both of them giggle at it. When they see you’re not laughing with them, however, Jimin sighs.

“We’ll get through this together. I know it hurts and I know you’re trying to hold it together but it’s okay to cry. To let go. You can do that in front of us and we’ll be here to hold you and encourage you to keep going.”

“We’ll be here to help you keep going,” Jungkook says, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. Jungkook catches your eye, his smile almost blinding as the sun. His and Jimin’s eyes sparkle with so many stars it looks like your own personal galaxy that it makes you laugh to keep from breaking down more. Not from sadness, at least not anymore. But from the fact that you have two loving hybrids who want to make sure you’re happy and healthy.

#jimin x reader #Jungkook x reader #jimin fanfic #jimin scenarios #bts scenarios #jimin x you #jungkook drabbles #jungkook x you #jungkook drabble #jungkook imagine #soft fluff #jmvore #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios

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inoshibi1 · 1 year

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-Soft Zenitsu Agatsuma X Reader-

⚠️warnings⚠️ NONE! Just pure soft and kind Zenitsu :)

Fandom: Demon Slayer. Character(s): Zenitsu Agatsuma

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"What are you reading there?"

You jump up at the sound of a familiar voice, looking up to see none other than your friend, Zenitsu Agatsuma smiling down at you. You feel the tip of your fingers starting to tickle along with the twists and turns of your stomach, your mouth rapidly drying.

"Um... it's... "You look back at your book cover, not being able to stare into his eyes for long. "It's a love story during a war... I'm not sure it's the kind of thing you would be interested in."

"Hey, don't go assuming that now!" A light appears in his eyes, his head tilting at you as he points at your book. "Love, war... sounds like something I would enjoy. Plus, if someone as beautiful as you is reading it, it must be worth the time and effort. "

You feel your cheeks heat up faster than a fire forest, internally ashamed of how easily you get flustered every time he gives you a compliment. That's when you notice that he's been hiding one of his arms behind his back since the beginning of your exchange, curiosity soon appearing in your pupils.

"Oh, h-here you go-" he speaks before you can, his lips stretching out as he hands you a bouquet of colorful flowers. "I picked all of these flowers just for you."

You stare at the arrangement of your favorite flowers in shock, barely able to breathe as your mind slowly realizes what just happened.

"No one..."You stretch out one of your hands, your fingers slowly touching a few petals tenderly. "No one's ever brought me such pretty flowers before..."

Zenitsu’s eyes seem to worry for a moment as he observed you touching the flowers. "D-do you not like them? Oh man I'm sorry I'll-"

“N-No, that's not what I meant. "

You blush in embarrassment, letting go of your book so that you can take the bouquet from him. "I love them..." A genuine smile comes to your lips, your eyes looking back into his just as you feel the warmth spread inside your chest. ".. thank you so much, Zenitsu."

"You don't need to thank me at all Y/N! the pleasure is all mine." His smile widens, internally appreciating the flustered look you're giving him. "Heck, I would've brought you tons and tons flowers ages ago if I knew I'd get to see your smile again."

You partially hide your face behind the flowers as a response, the chuckle escaping his throat making you fall even more for him.

#demon slayer x gender neutral reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon reader #anime and manga #anime #fanfic #soft fluff #zenitsu kimetsu no yaiba #zenitsu agatsuma #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu x you #fluff fluff fluff #zenitsu agatsuma x reader #zenitsu fluff

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 9 months

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Evening Quiet

A Curtis x Honey Drabble.

1.5k What makes a house a home? The people.

Warnings- mention of sexual activity.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

Yes you were glad to be home.

Vacationing was always nice, getting away to see someplace new was always exciting. Florida proved to be just what was needed to battle the winter chill with its sandy beaches and endless amounts of sunshine that for you and Curtis seemed a blessing.

After battling the freezing ice and snow of Duluth, Florida’s weather seemed like summertime to the two of you.

There were nights of firepit and beers in the backyard, lazing around on a yacht that Frank was currently working on, some shopping to be had, and the food, you were greatly missing the taco truck right about now.

But all that said, you were glad to be home. Right now home wasn’t your third-floor apartment in downtown Duluth. It was curled up on Curtis' couch, watching a television documentary about a haunted house in Pennsylvania where the ghost team started talking about the history associated with the residence. Outside, big heavy flakes slammed against the window like they were trying to escape the cold too, but the clear glass on the picture window was keeping you and Curtis safe.

Wrapped around your legs was the afghan off the back of the couch, Curtis’s hand was resting on the curve of your waist, his fingertips lightly grazing the bit of skin peeping from your pajamas you had spent most of the day wearing and nearby the small wood stove he used for the first floor chill was popping once in a while as the wood provided them with sleep inducing warmth.

Your head was laid down on his thigh, the very motion of his fingers and the warmth under the blanket making your eyes slip close once in a while in complete blissful calm.

It was settling in the way that this felt like where you were supposed to be at the end of your day. You didn’t even realize that the simple motion of letting your eyes close and give in to that feeling would make your breathing grow heavier and you completely lost track of the show.

Curtis noticed though, because that last bit of tension seeped from you and finally you let yourself sink into his lap. He could feel the warmth of your breath’s sink into the fabric of his black jeans while sleep seemed to sneak up on you.

He couldn’t resist letting his fingers slip further down, without any intentions other than to rub at your hip, the soothing sensation making you stretch a bit in a moan at the comforting touch he provided. His gaze stayed on the tv for the most part, being interested in the findings and history of the old homestead that actually reminded him of his own home.

He wondered where his house's ghosts were wandering around tonight. He had heard a few creaks earlier on the stairs, which might be from the cold snapping the house's old bones outside, but it was easier to let himself think it was Wilford and Lillian appreciating what he was doing with their loved home.

It certainly has all come back to life since you came into the picture. His weekends no longer consisted of him all alone, but you were there with your endless amounts of sewing projects and script rewrites for your drama club, working on your next science-themed project for your classroom, the scattering of your books from the living room to the upstairs nightstand where you never seemed to bring them home to finish reading and he never mentioned it simply because he liked to read them too before going to sleep. His little Honey had some erotic reading tastes that he fully intended to use on you.

Like the recent chapter, he read the other night while you were back at your apartment gave a very detailed description of using paints in foreplay. He chuckled softly to himself imagining the painting the two of you would make, hung up for no one to know.

His amusement with his thoughts must have woken you, cause you stirred just a bit, shifting to roll to your back and look up at him, blinking sleepily at him for a moment. “What’s funny?”

“Oh, just thinking about how good you would look covered in paint while I was having my way with you.” Curtis said matter of factly while watching the ending of the show with his eyes half shut like he was also starting to fall asleep.

You blinked at him a moment while his gaze drifted almost lazily down to where you were laid on his lap, the crinkle in the corner of his eyes giving away his amusement at the way your face heated up. Your brows twisted for a moment in thought as you clearly recalled reading something very similar. “Did you read my book?”

A grin cracked on his face with a suggestive arch of his brows that said he clearly did and you gasped when he swooped down to steal a kiss from you. “Honey, you want me to kiss and tell?”

You gave a teasing little snort as you went cross eyed staring up at him. “They are for educational purposes.”

Curtis straightened back to a sit, his fingers dancing along your neck and massaging into your hair at the base of your scalp, it felt so good that you let yourself get slightly distracted by it. “Oh I know you are getting quite the education from it. I can’t wait to reap the benefits.”

You again felt your face heating up, knowing exactly what things he read in your books. All the kinky little smut fests that had supposed plot lines leading up to all of them. Your hands covered your face with a groan, peeking up between your fingers. “You weren’t supposed to learn my dirty secret.”

Curtis clicked the tv off, his features turning thoughtful at your words. “Why is that, were they something you didn’t want me to see Honey?”

“No, no, I don’t care. I’m just shocked you even took an interest in my pile.” You gave a little shrug while giving a yawn and cuddling in closer, enjoying the quiet of the wood crackling in the nearby stove and the snow gently hitting on the glass. “But…” You went a bit quiet, trying to sort through the masquerade of feelings it brought up in you that Curtis wasn’t making some snide remark about your ‘porn’. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it if he was mentally filing away scenes from it. Curtis as usual was patient, not rushing you to spit out what you were trying to say. “I like that you saw them and you’re okay with them?”

Curtis already knew what was on your mind, you had questioned him a few times about things that he honestly never would have thought about. That your ex was such a controlling asshole to you that you still worried about him actually being mad if you did something you thought he wouldn’t care for. His features softened towards you. “Honey, I am always going to be okay with whatever you choose to read and want you to. You don’t ever have to hide them from me. It’s like the toys, I encourage it.”

Any apprehension seemed to melt away when you got that confirmation from him, moving to ease yourself up. Curtis's arms shot up in a stretch while giving a yawn. “But tonight, I’m crashing early so no smut reading for me. Gotta do snow cleanup before leaving for the yard in the morning.”

Your hand reached out for his, helping him off the couch. “Meet you upstairs?”

“Go on up, I'm just gonna tend this fire and make sure the house is closed up for the night.” He tugged you in close for a second to steal a kiss and then released you towards the stairs.

As you started up the old creaky stairs, with the various pieces of artwork and old photographs of his family hanging along the hallway leading towards Curtis’s bedroom, your pile of sewing materials piled on the bottom step amid some of Curtis's clothes that needed patching, to the kitchen where you could hear Curtis opening the cupboard above the stove that held all your teas and honey, out of the corner of your eye you saw the cover of one of your books on the coffee table your boyfriend takes sneak peeks at as well as his reading glasses perched atop of the cover, this old house with its stories that you were starting to become a part of and the man who would follow right behind you because he always tried to do what he said he was going to do, these things were starting to feel like home more then that drafty old apartment you had crashed landed in after you restart your life to get away from your ex.

This was becoming where your heart belonged.

#curtis and plus!sized reader #curtis and honey #life is short so make it sweet #curtis x reader #curtis x plus sized reader #curtis and reader #curtis everett au #snowpiercer au #chris evans characters #soft fluff #curtis everett fluff #amber writes #sweater writes

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xlr809 · 7 months

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I'd like to thank @onecuriousthoughtafteranother I've been on ur blog lookin at ur art and it's helped lightened my heart recently TwT you make such soft sweet stuff so really thank you 💖

#digital art #fanart #soft fluff #happy vibes #again thank you so much #to you and ur cutie SD #I get very happy and uwu anytime I see ur stuff hehe #g/t #sfw g/t

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yourimagines · 2 months

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Hi!

Can you perhaps write a twenty one pilots one shot. Maybe about their newest song that came out.

I love your work, take care!

I really love their new song, overcompensate.

It’s a short one but I hope this is a good one!

Pressure

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Dark, Angsty, Swearing and Fluff

Y/n POV

Tyler was hyped about their newest album coming out soon but he’s also nervous. He’s a perfectionist, he’s never 100% satisfied with his work. Always overthinking, always asking the what if questions. So he was downstairs in his home studio, listening to the album as I was making dinner for us. “Ty? You want some dinner?” I asked him as I stood at the top of the stairs. “Sure.” He answered quietly back. “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.”

I made him a plate and brought it downstairs to him. He was sitting behind his desk, his headphone covered his left ear. “Here you go handsome.” I placed his plate down on his desk. He turned his head to look up at me and smiles. “Thanks beautiful.” His hand slightly touched my leg. “Are you okay down here?” He nods and turns his head back to the screen. “I’m fine, just making sure the album is finished before we release it.” I gave him a gentle squeeze in his shoulder. “Okay, don’t overthink too much about it.” “I won’t.”

I was tossing around in bed, it was midnight and Tyler was still downstairs. ‘This is not healthy for him.’ I throw my blanket to the side and got out of the bed, I stepped into my slippers and walked downstairs. The house was quiet and dark, the only lights that were on came from his home studio downstairs. “Ty?” I tiredly asked and looked downstairs to look at him. His eyes were glued to his monitor. “Yeah?” He didn’t moved a muscle, like he was possessed by something else. “Are you coming to bed, it’s already past midnight.” He waved his hand and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming in a minute.” I rolled my eyes and turned around. “Okay, see you in a minute.” I left him alone again, knowing he isn’t coming to bed anytime soon.

Tyler POV

My mind was running around as my eyes stared at the computer screen. “Still not good enough.” I changed it again and again. As I grew tired, tired from staying awake for so long. My eyes started to burn from all the lights and no sleep, my migraine was back and was hurting my brain as I’m still not satisfied with the results. “It’s always the same fucking shit.” I groaned and took a sip from my water, looking at the files as the words started to change, changing in those dark thoughts I rather not have lingering around in the back of my mind. “I need Josh’s opinion on this.” I tried to shake off those chilling thoughts and tried to block out those voices that were now screaming in my head. I shared the files with him and looked at the clock, 3am. I rubbed my face and leaned back in my chair, still looking at the monitor as the words on the screen started to fade away, feeling all dizzy and a lot of pressure forming in my chest. My phone buzzed, it was Josh sending me a quick message.

Joshua🥁: I will listen to this asap in the morning 😴

Me: need really your opinion on this one 👌🏻

Joshua🥁: Don’t worry, just get some sleep 💤

I sighed and saved my work and turned everything off. I walked back upstairs and checked if everything was closed off and slumped upstairs to our bedroom. Y/n was already sleeping, as she lay on my side of the bed. ‘I’m so blessed to have her in my life.’ I stripped my clothes off and joined her. As soon I lay next to her she moved closer and lay her head against my chest. “Ty?” She tiredly says as I caressed her back. “Yeah it’s me, just go back to sleep.” I kissed her head and she immediately felt asleep again. I stayed awake for a while, looking at the ceiling, as my migraine started to fill my brain with these dark thoughts about life….

I woke up from the morning sun that shines through our window. She was lying against my chest, all wrapped up around me. My hand went carefully towards her face and gently wiped her hair away. ‘Beautiful.’ Her eyelids slightly moved, a small low hum came from her and with that she opened her eyes. “Good morning beautiful.” I said in my morning voice with a small smile on my face. I caressed her cheek and she smiles tiredly at me and nuzzles her head back into my chest. “Good morning handsome.” She mumbled softly against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and started to rub her back as she started to trace my chest in the morning sunlight shining down on us.

I was downstairs, video calling with Josh. “No, I think it’s good enough, they will love it.” He says as he was eating some breakfast. “I know but I think there is more.” He chuckles and shook his head. “You always say that, believe me it’s good.” I nodded and looked down at my notepad. “You really think so?” I asked him as I was playing with the pen that was laying on my desk, not really feeling sure about it. “Yes I really think so.” I hummed and looked up again. “Okay, then let’s release it.” He nods and gave me a thumbs up. “Let’s do this.” I nodded and saved up our files. “Yeah, let’s do this.” Feeling a bit unsure about this….

——— Release Day Overcompensate ———

Y/N POV

Tyler was nervous again, as their newest song was about to release. “They are so hyped up for this.” Josh said as everyone was hanging around our house. “Are they?” Tyler asked as he looked over at Josh’s phone. “Yes, they can’t wait.” He showed them some comments. Debbie smiled at me as the guys were reading the comments. “They are so cute when they do this.” She says to me. I laughed and nodded. “Yes they are.” Josh was scrolling through the social media apps as Tyler was looking at the reactions. “Can’t wait for them to hear the rest.” He says to Josh. “Me neither.”

The song was released and they were watching the fans react to it. Josh was streaming his phone to the tv, sharing his feed. “They love it.” He says with a smile on his face. Tyler nodded, secretly feeling proud of what they created. “Look at that honey.” Debbie says and wraps her arms around him. “Cool isn’t it.” They were both smiling and pointing some comments out. I lay my head on Tyler’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you.” I said to him as we both were looking at Josh and Debbie who were standing in front of the tv, reading some of the comments out loud. “I know.” He says and grabbed my hand. “This is the last one….” I looked up at him and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “You deserve this my love.” He brought my hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of my hand. “For us.” I smiled and nodded. “For us.”

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yxami · 1 year

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IDK HOW TO REQUEST BUT CAN YOU PLEASE DO SOMETHING OF JOCK TAKING READER ON A DATE TO THE PARK OR GARDEN

I hope you enjoy this! Thanks for requesting! <3

description: yandere jock x gn reader, going on a date, fluff, yandere fluff, named him Ethan, I wonder if it’s too plain, omg also I’ve noticed I haven’t made anything yandere of him.

You dressed up, something you hardly did unless it was something required or you were going out. You anxiously looked in the large mirror you had, wondering if the outfit looked good on you.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, you took it out to see who it was and it was Ethan, the jock that you got close with over the weeks passing. Even if he used to bully you, he redeemed himself, insisting that he would no longer treat you that way.

You answered to hear his excited voice boom about how he was outside and to come out whenever you were done. You told him you were almost done and you started rushing after the call ended.

You grabbed all the necessities for going out, repeating the items in your head to make sure you had everything. You locked the door behind you as you left, nervously entering the passenger seat of his car.

Ethan had asked you out on a date the last time the two of you were at school and you accepted. You honestly would’ve never guessed that he was interested in you.

“You look so cute! Why have I never seen you wear that?” He scanned the outfit that you chose. Something you never wore in front of him before and he loved it!

“I don’t know, if you like it.. I’ll wear it more often!” You smiled, lighting up from his compliment.

The two of you made your way to the park, you could already see the dogs that were being rowdy with their owners. A little dog yipped at the two of you when it was walking by. The two of you entered the park, finding a good bench to sit on.

“How many dogs do you have?” You looked at him when he was gushing over a cute dog that went up to him. The dog was wagging its tail, circling around his feet and awaiting pets. It seemed like he was a magnet to them.

“None, I’ve always wanted a giant Pit-Bull. All of them are such cuddle monsters, or maybe even an Australian Shepard even if they got a fuck ton of hair to deal with” He pet the dog’s giant head, rubbing the side of its face until it was called away by a loud whistle.

“Really? You’ve had 3 dogs approach you already and I haven’t gotten a single one” You smiled, enjoying the view while you spoke. This park had a lake in the middle of it, to view from the high hill tops and side walks alongside it.

“It’s all about patience, or just using a high pitch voice to call one over” He did exactly what he told you when he saw an adorable golden retriever pass by. A quick “Hey little guy” in a high tone got the dog to jump into Ethan’s lap.

He laughed, unable to push the dog away from lapping at his face. The dog’s tail wagged at a fast rate, enjoying the attention it was getting.

“I’m jealous” You viewed the sight of him getting another dog’s attention.

“Here bud, go into this lap” He pat your thigh, trying to attract the dog to you. Your cheeks felt a little red from his hand on your thigh, but you were quickly distracted from the dog voluntarily slipping into your lap.

The giant weight of the golden fur ball was on you as you pat its head and gushed over the fluffiness of its fur.

Ethan adored your joy filled expression so he took a selfie of him putting a peace sign and you further in the picture petting the dogs head. He’d definitely post that on his ig when he got home.

“Honey! Oh my gosh, I was wondering where she went” The slightly frantic owner clipped her dog’s collar back on with a leash.

“Your dog is so sweet!” You brushed off the yellow fur from your clothes.

“You gotta see how many times I have to drag her away from strangers!” She laughed, seeing how Honey still wanted to play with the two of you.

“Hope she doesn’t run into anymore! Good luck” Ethan grinned. The owner was already being dragged away by her dog before she could say bye. The dog probably wanted to go meet new people.

Ethan suggested the idea to go eat some Chinese food from this store he loves going to. He also knew a good place to relax while eating, but it was a surprise. You agreed with the idea, curious about what he meant by “ultimate surprise”

He ordered the food, insisting to pay even though you had pulled out your card. He immediately gave his card after the amount was told. You pouted sighing, he decided to comfort you by patting your head like you were an upset cat.

“I should pay after-all! I invited you remember?” He pulled at your cheek, enjoying the now calm look on you. You looked endearing when you were pouting too.

“That’s true” You helped grab the other white bag that held the delicious food the two of you were about to grub on. As soon as he took you to the surprise place that he insisted had to be secret.

Once he drove to the area, you looked around wondering where you were. You had never gone here before, it looked like a place to walk around. Sort of like another park, but it looked much nature filled than the last.

He made you close your eyes as the two of you walked further into the place. When he told you to open them you saw a plethora of beautiful flowers. The trees were in full bloom and the flowers seemed to dance around with the small winds that pushed them.

“I know you like hanging out in the garden area because nobody really goes to it so I thought you’d like this!” Ethan put the bags of food on the nearest picnic bench. It was wooden and sturdy so it wouldn’t break even if it looked a little overgrown with plants at the bottom.

“There’s so much..!” You looked around, fully absorbing the view of the colorful plants and flowers. The trees were humongous, leaves softly flew in the air while you watched the tree.

“Pretty view right?” He sat on the bench, patting the place next to him. He set out half of the food while you sat down. You helped unpack the rest and the two of you ate.

You pointed out the squirrels running around and playing, even the birds were chirping at each other, having no fear in trying to steal your food. Everything about the place was so alive, you’d definitely come back.

There was hardly any other people too! He must’ve picked out the perfect time that hardly held any people.

He admired how you intently scanned the nature that ran around while still eating your food. He scooted closer to you, leaning his big frame alongside yours.

“You tired?” You asked him, assuming he was leaning against you to rest your eyes.

“Nope, just wanted to be closer to you” He brought his food closer, sitting upright to continue eating. His thigh was touching yours, a perfect proximity for him. Even if it made you a little nervous at how close he was.

Ethan scarfed down the food quicker then you did, it was delicious and still warm in his mouth. You ate slowly, having to nudge him away every-time he tried to steal a spoonful. After seeing his sad pout you gave him some.

Today had made you happy, or maybe it was him that made you cheerful on how you spent every hour with him. You liked him, a lot. Every passing thought that involved him asking you out on another day made you giddy.

After the sun was setting, he brought you home, dropping you off at your door step.

“See ya at school?” He grinned, content with the amount of time he got to spend with you today. It was always important to him to treasure the time the two of you had.

“Mhm, see you tomorrow!” He always made your stomach twist with strong feelings, and right now your stomach was filled with a fluttery feeling.

And thanks for today, Ethan” You placed a quick kiss on his cheek, having to stand on your tippy toes to reach it.

“No problem…!” He waved, running off to his car after you shut the door.

The two of you unknowingly shared the same strong heat on your cheeks. He was sat in his car cupping his cheeks, feeling the warmth. He couldn’t believe you kissed him!

You were in your house rolling around in your bed, embarrassed and squealing at the fact that you managed to kiss him!

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #gn reader #yandere jock #yandere fluff #fluff #yandere oc #yandere dating #soft yandere #soft fluff #yan fluff #ethanmyoc

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r4d14t3lov3 · 2 months

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The Kotaloy Valentine's Set

Five short, soft and smutty Kotaloy chapters leading up to Valentine's Day.

#kotaloy #kotallo #aloy #aloy x kotallo #kotallo x aloy #thisismyship #my writing #shameless smut #smut writing #romance #soft fluff #my vp #my vp edit #horizon forbidden west #beyond the horizon #horizon photomode

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tulipsforvin · 7 months

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William J. Moriarty x Fem!Reader

Inspo ⁠↝ “It's happening again. Well, I don't give a fuck about your friends. I'm right here, here. Baby, take a look around. I'm the only one that hasn't walked out, I'm right here.” — Chase Atlantic - Right Here.

Summary: Fem!Reader with an asshole boyfriend and your bestfriend William who's been secretly smitten with you for years. Also, modern AU?

Drizzling rain patters against the windows of the car as you look outside from it, gazing out into the darkness.

“There's nothing going on, William. I just.. can't sleep at his place. He's just shifted to a new apartment. New environment, you know?”

William scoffs, red irises locked onto the dimly lit road infront of him with one hand lazily draped on the steering wheel. He turns the steering wheel as the car nears a curb.

“You're lying, (Name). You've been distant for weeks on end ever since you moved in with your boyfriend & today I wake up at two in the morning to 23 missed calls & 11 messages from you asking me to pick you up. That doesn't sound like you're just having difficulties adapting to a new place.” He says flatly, looking at you from the rearview mirror momentarily before his gaze shifts away again.

“...forget it. Just let me crash over at your place tonight.” You mutter quietly, growing increasingly annoyed at his persistence.

“What's really going on? Tell me.” He insists.

“I said it's nothing! Why do you keep bothering me with this? I've told you five times already.” You snap, raising your voice.

William's grip on the steering wheel tightens.

“I just want to- no, need to know if everything is alright with you, (Name). I'm worried.”

You pause, stiffening in your seat. A brief silence fills the car before you eventually speak.

“Stop the car.” You mumble plainly.

“What?” His eyebrows shoot up in confusion, glancing over at you.

“Stop the car. I want to get off.”

“(Name)..” He whispers softly, balancing the options he has out in his mind.

“I said stop the car!” You shout loudly.

The car screeches to a halt. You hear William inhale deeply. Your gaze travels over to William's facial features - his expression tight and lips pressed into a thin, small frown.

“..Where are you going to stay for the night? You've left your stuff at your boyfriend's apartment.” He mutters, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his eyelids closed shut.

Your attention has already been focused on swinging the car door open and walking away.

“I don't care.” You say in a dead-pan voice.

His eyelids snap open, red irises following your movements. “What do you mean you don't care?” He steps out from the car as well. “It's two in the goddamn morning, (Name). It's dark, cold, raining. Dangerous.”

“There's a beach nearby that not alot frequent. I can just..stay under a tree or something until the sun rises. Then I'll go back when I'm ready.” You huff, striding towards the direction of the beach.

William runs his hand through his blond hair in exasperation. “What are you? An isolated koala? That is not going to happen, (Name).”

“And you will stop me?” You hiss.

“Yes! Come back.” His footsteps follow yours and you can hear the underlying strain in his voice - the calm, poised man you knew all our life was growing irritated by the second.

“No!” You retort. William groans in frustration.

“You're acting awfully stubborn for somebody who was clinging onto me just half an hour ago, begging me to take you away from your irresponsible, detrimental, vile and above all, audacious boyfriend.” His voice raises in volume, making an attempt to grab at your forearm to which you quickly pull away.

“He is nothing you're saying he is!” You feel your anger bubble under your skin.

“He is, (Name). Why can't you come to terms with that fact? He always has been. He's forgotten your anniversary, he doesn't know your birth month, he doesn't know your favourite colour or your favourite animal, your favourite food, what kind of socks you like or if you like to keep the windows opened or closed at night, he insults you openly and blatantly infront of his friends, he flirts with other girls and objectifies you.”

“He-he's just been going through alot lately. You don't know anything, so stop acting like you do!” You warn, glaring daggers at your bestfriend.

“You're making excuses upon excuses for somebody like him. For somebody as uncaring, as disgusting and as unloving as—”

A loud cracking noise is heard echoing throughout the dead of the night. William staggers back in shock, feeling the stinging on his cheek from where you just slapped him.

You step back yourself, feeling your own palm burn with how hard you slapped him across the face. The two of you had made it to the beach without even realising.

“I-I'm sorry, I-” You stumble over your words, fingers wringing nervously with each other.

Rain cascades from the heavens above, forming a fluid curtain that obscures the moonlight and drenches the sandy landscape on the beach; relentless downpour creating a symphony of droplets drumming against the luminescence of the sea and on your skins and the fabric of your clothes.

The downpour seems to perfectly mirror your emotions of anguish whilst the wind stirred by nature's fury, roars with a force that echoes through the darkness - seemingly mirroring your bestfriend, William's emotions.

“(Boyfriend Name) is a sorry excuse for a partner and you're giving him that excuse, that right and consent to exploit you, to manipulate and control you.” He states, eyes narrowed. He steps forward. You flinch harshly, reflexively stepping backwards.

“You're just jealous, William! You can't stand the fact that I chose him over you.” You sob out, shivering against the cold and finger nails digging into your skin which draw blood.

“Jealous? This has nothing to do with jealousy! I care about you, damn it! I can't bear to see you suffer. Don't you see that?” The two of you are now practically yelling at each other.

“Don't you see this, (Name)?” He gestures towards the space between him and you angrily. “Dont you see me?”

“What are you—” You stare at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his words. William groans in sheer frustration.

“God.. I love you, you fool. Are you merely playing dumb so you can break my heart further than you already have? Can't you see how my moods are always dependent over your own? Have you never caught me staring at you from the other end of every room?” He croaks out desperately, teetering on the edge of helplessness.

William exhales shakily when he looks at your blank expression, eyelids falling close and his adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he nitpicks over his words carefully. Cautiously. His palms rub over his face, seemingly stressed out at the moment.

“I don't- I don't believe you.” You murmur warily, looking away from him. “How can I?”

“Take a goddamn look around you, (Name). I'm the only one that hasn't walked out of your life. I'm still here. So I ask you to continue to stay in mine.”

“I.. You have the habit of chewing at your bottom lip when you're thinking, you fidget with your fingers when you're nervous, you bite the inside of your cheek when you're upset or angry, your nose scrunches up when you notice an insect you're five times the size of, your toes curl when you've just recently entered into a cold pool, you have difficulty memorising how many days are in all of the twelve months and..” His voice trails off, an involuntarily cry coming out of his throat.

You stand there, absolutely silent. When you don't respond to him, his eyes open again but this time they're watery and stinging with tears threatening to fall down his cheeks.

“Please.. Can't you see how much I've poured my heart out for you? I love you, (Name). I love you. You deserve a life filled with passion, understanding and growth. Let me provide that for you. Choose me. Please..” His hands slip into yours and he grasps at them as if you'll vanish if he lets go.

“I didn't.. I didn't ask for this.” You whisper.

A small, bittersweet chuckle escapes his lips. You watch as his trembling hands slowly pull your own hands to his face and as he leans into it, resting his forehead against them.

“Neither did I.” He murmurs tiredly.

“I can't guarantee that your feelings will be returned. Are you okay with that?”

“I'll wait as long as it takes. I'll wait even if this takes a thousand lifetimes or if you find or choose somebody better than me. I just ask that if you can't, please don't go back to people who leave your heart yearning. Love is something you give when you're full of it.”

You pause, letting his words sink before finally giving him the nod of approval. His lips twitch up into a sweet, innocent and blissful smile.

“May I kiss you?” He questions tenderly, yet with the slightest wariness to it as he gathers your soft face into his palms lovingly.

He'd happily skip away if you were uncomfortable with his advances. This much right now was enough for him, anyway.

“You may.” You whisper, closing your eyelids.

#william james moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty x y/n #william james moriarty x you #moriarty the patriot #x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #james moriarty #yuumori #angst with a happy ending #slight angst idk #soft fluff #antsy

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abeitriz · 1 year

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Writing this again bc Tumblr ate It

Good rest

Sfw | reader was from the Navy, mentions of death and injuries, a little angsty, fluff, conforting Leon until he sleeps, i think this is all.

Enjoy ☕

Its been exactly two years four months and 17 days since Racoon City incident happened, you were an Navy soldier in a little vacation on that week.

Little did you know what was going to happen;

You got to escape that hell, but your friends, family and home were left behind in Flames. just a week later you were called to have a hard training with Major Krauser.

In that place your eyes met Leon Scott Kennedy for the first time, you saw in his eyes how tired he really was, in that training you both got really attached to each other.

After some dates you both started to live together and share the same roof, one conforted the other, a good relationship, until both assumed their feelings about the other, and started to be a couple.

But in some nights, Leon just gives up on his big strong man facade, on those times, Just hold him close while he cries holding you so tight because he is afraid you Will leave him alone..

The nights after he returns from a mission are the worst, he is just so broken inside, invasive thoughts on his mind, about what If, what If?!

So everytime he is like this, you guide him to the bed, lay down with him and keep carresing his scalp and back (while being careful about his injuries), listening to his cries, hiccups and whimpers.

Until everything goes quiet, Just the sound of the soft rain that started outside,and the sound of him deeply breathing..

He's finally getting his good rest..

Thanks for reading

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy x y/n #hubbyandwifey #conforting #soft fluff

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fluffywings13 · 3 months

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Binding Vow Loophole (2/2)

“I can’t–! I cahahahahan—Kuhuhunaaa!”

Their new Binding Vow didn’t pertain to any forceful usurping of Control between them, no magic word that tore Yuuji out of the metaphorical drivers seat without the ability to reclaim it, the details are quite simple but without any room for potential abuse of loopholes.

One; Sukuna had the right to yank him down into his Domain whenever he pleased, so long as Yuuji was in a safe location to be rendered Unconscious, whenever he was feeling particularly restless and/or a sense of irritation that needed to be cured without a more physical approach.

Two; Yuuji was only required to hand total control over their Vessel retaining the ability to coexist in that metaphorical drivers seat. (Sukuna taught him how to manage that feat–guy was a surprisingly decent Sensei when in a mellowed out state of mind)

Three; Sukuna was required to step in if something or someone Yuuji was not suited to handle on his own or with his partners to ensure he remained unharmed (healed if unavoidable harm did befall him) without complaint or an attempt to mutilate the other two bratty students. Control was to be given back upon assurance the threat was neutralized completely unless the child was not capable of handling control at the moment. In which a suitable location must be found with haste to allow control to be returned while the boy recovered within his domain.

Four; Yuuji could summon Sukuna into the physical plain just as Fushiguro could summon forth his Shikigami if the need arose, Sukuna was tied to remain within a specified distance to the boy at all times, and could only cause harm to whatever reason he was summoned forth. (Again, Sukuna taught him how to perform this particular technique because though akin to his friend’s ability it was starkly different in the finer details of the act)

“You most certainly can. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Take it, you brat, this is your consequence for summoning me for such frivolous reasons.” Sukuna rakes his nails, sharp as ever, up and down the bratty child’s abs. Taking in his howling shrieks of laughter as one would a much needed tonic or such. “Let’s go over them, shall we?” With the child hanging over his lap, bent at the back over his knees, legs anchored at his hips as he rests contentedly upon his Throne as usual. Sukuna made sure that the bend of the boy’s back would not cause discomfort, legs spread open only just to ensure the skirt of his kimono cushioned his position, his head resting upon the tops of his feet. “Summoning me to assist with your daily chores, I think not, they’re your chores to complete not mine.”

Yuuji screams and jolts at the sharp pinching spider crawling of fingers racing over the sides of his tummy, the sensitive belly surface spasming with the intensity of his peals of squeals, no regrets for summoning the Curse forth for stupid reasons. Arching his back as they come around to knead and scribble over his lower tummy, bursting with a loud shrill squeal, the most lighthearted sound to ever ring within this typically dismal place.

“I don’t mind you summoning me to assist with your studies. I know you struggle with sciences and history studies. That I won’t punish you for. I’m, dare I say, happy to be of assistance in that regard.” Sukuna tugs the hem of the brat’s lounge pants down enough, a discovery made upon the very first torturous endeavor, a rather ticklish waist. “However, the same can’t be said when you summoned me to assist in folding your laundry.” He watches in content as the boy screams and bucks, head lifting from the cushioning his feet provide him, as his claws scratch lightly over the sensitive waist. “It never ceases to humor me that you lose all hope with something as simple as me lightly scratching your waist.”

“Pl–Pleeaaasseehehehhehehshshahahahahah nohohohot theheheheere! Nonononononoahahahhahahhahahaha I caaaaaahan’t! Anywhere but theeheheheheheheere!”

Oh, how the sounds of his pleas always falling short of their desired outcome are music to his ears. “Perhaps I’ll stay right here for, I don’t know, ten minutes–longer–how would you like that, hmm?” Sukuna feels the boy’s legs jolt against his hips and grins. “If you kick me, no matter if it’s accidental or not, I’ll bring you to absolute tears kid.” The strain of those little feet just under his elbows, toes flexing in agony, is so harsh it’s felt. “Don’t you dare. You asked for this, daring to abuse our Vow for your own childish gain, something you should have considered was this being your atonement for using me to your whims.”

When that right foot, bare and warm, so very small compared to his own, makes contact with his hip Sukuna follows through on his threat. Yuuji wails at his misfortune and shrieks in surprise when he’s yanked up into the Curse’s lap entirely, nothing more about his position changes, legs tugged up to curl comfortably over the man’s shoulders the apologies he spews are met with deaf ears as far too knowledgeable fingers attack his inner thighs with a viciousness that has shrill screeches mixing with great loud shrill squeals and cackles.

Kicking and bouncing, Yuuji can’t find the mental capacity to form actual words for further pleading and apologizing for the unintentional assault, fingers wander down kneading and clawing vicious as ever to the spot that started the exploration of his thighs in the first place. Drumming his legs, careful not to kick the Curse King again, his head whips around as his hair messes completely as he pushes himself upwards with his feet against the backrest of the Throne they reside on.

“Oh, little one, you didn’t say you wanted me to get that particular spot.”

He didn’t! Yuuji did no such thing! Fingers far more gentle than they’ve ever been return to that insanity inducing spot just under the curve that would be considered a groping of his rear end. Collapsing in a fit of guffaws, fingers leave that life altering spot to race up his sides again, the teen writhes and twists as they race back down. Up again, shrieks and squeals, down once more, twist and turns like a cackling little worm. Up. Down. Up. Down. You get it.

Tears slowly begin to entice his eyes to burn, laughter becoming a tad hysterical, as one set of fingers continue to race up and down his side as he tries to curl sharply away from them and the other set claw up to his defenseless armpit.

Sukuna’s cruel. Obviously. Worming one finger under the clenched arm. Then two. Three. Four. All five. Yuuji feels those tears threatening to burst as he socumbs to the horrid tickle torture as penace for kicking the man who gave him fair warning. Clawing and vibrating in his sensitive pit, the pinkette’s laughter slowly falls to silent crackly cackles, tears soaking his cheeks.

Then it stops. Giggling deliriously, gulping frantic breathes of much needed oxygen, the aid of a warm large hand rubbing his sore belly in a manner that could definitely be taken as tenderness helps him settle far quicker then one typically would. “Don’t you ever kick me again.”

#jjk itadori #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sukuna #yuji itadori #tickle fic #secretly soft sukuna #soft fluff #jjk tickle #ler!sukuna #lee!itadori #ticklish itadori

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ramblingcoyote · 1 year

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Vash being the kind of touch starved that the moment someone strokes his hair he's cuddled up close and immediately falling asleep on them or with them on him. Him curled completely around Meryl sleeping while she strokes his hair. Him sprawled across Wolfwood's lap while he gently scratches his undercut. They're not even mad because Vash sleeping round them is a sign of trust and damn that man needs rest from his hell storm of a life.

#trigun stampede #vash the stampede #soft fluff

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lots-of-pockets · 8 months

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Woeful Wednesdays

Another collab with the super sweet @goldenempyrean. I wanted to write a supercorp sickfic, but had no idea where to even start. They were sweet enough to offer another collab and we created this. I hope you all enjoy!

Pairings: Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor

Words: 2690

Warnings: none

Summary: Being overwhelmed and overworked are never a good combination for Lena -but at least she has someone to take care of her.

Lena Luthor struggles to stifle an exhausted groan as yet another hour creeps slowly by. This was not where she wants to be right now. She'd promised Kara she'd be home on time for dinner, yet here she was, sitting in a meeting with an insufferable group of egotistical men who thought they knew everything.

Her chair seems to grow more uncomfortable with each passing minute, and the conference room's cold, sterile atmosphere did little to soothe her growing discomfort. Subtle aches had begun to creep into her joints and she felt herself shift uncomfortably, trying to suppress the shivers that run up her arms. A persistent sniffle and a raspy cough betray the merciless cold she'd been trying so hard to ignore.

She clenches her jaw, her already frail patience wearing thinner as she tries to distract herself from the arguing men. Nobody could seem to agree on what to do with an upcoming project and being the only woman in the room, her views weren't being taken seriously despite her obvious experience and seniority.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the meeting concludes with a tentative plan in place. Lena wastes no time in gathering her belongings and making her exit from the conference room. The men's condescending glances and dismissive attitudes had severely grated on her last nerve.

With an exhausted sigh, she glances at her phone and see's it was nearly half an hour past the time she'd promised Kara she'd be home. Swallowing back the tightness in her throat that seemed to be growing gradually worse as time passed by, she hooks her purse over her shoulder and makes her way out of the building.

The cold hits her almost immediately, her already exhausted body wracked by unpleasant shivers making her wish she hadn't forgone her coat this morning. Knowing there was no point in dwelling on that bad decision now, she simply climbs into her car and turns on the heat before reaching for her seat belt.

Lena lets out a frustrated groan when she feels her nose beginning to run, blindly reaching for the small pack of tissues she'd purposely left in the passenger seat this morning. When all she was greeted with was an empty packet, she accepts the fact that her only other option was the sleeve of her blazer.

With a crinkled brow -because yes, she knew this was disgusting, she briskly wipes her nose and purposefully avoids looking at her sleeve afterwards.

The closer she gets to home, the more Lena feels her discomfort growing. She was freezing, yet her skin was damp with sweat. Her nose was running again despite it being completely blocked and there was a faint pounding at the forefront of her head telling her that a migraine was well and truly on its way.

She doesn't want to cry, yet she feels her eyes burn with the familiar sensation anyway. Stubbornly ignoring the tickling sensation the resolute tear had left in its wake, she pulls into her private parking space before turning off the car.

With a heavy sigh that quickly develops into a disgustingly wet cough, she grabs her things before exiting her car and making her way towards the front door of their shared home. She was immediately greeted with the sight of Kara lounged lazily on the couch, phone in her hand and feet propped up on the coffee table.

"Hi baby," she hears, but she couldn't quite find it in her to return the sentiment as she drops her things to the floor and kicks off her heels. Her chest was burning, her nose was dripping and she was sweating so much she felt absolutely repulsive.

"Why are you late?" Kara continues, Lena hearing her set her phone down before rising to her feet. Again, she says nothing.

“Lena?”

Lena rubs at her temples as she finally allows herself to break.

"Because Kara, I have a company to run, now will you please stop talking!" She snaps, the tears in her eyes finally falling, “I'm apparently the only person in this whole fucking company who knows how to do their fucking job!"

"Woah! I just asked if you were okay- I didnt-" Kara begins to stutter, utterly gobsmacked at her outburst. Never once had Lena ever snapped at her or sworn like that before.

"Just stop!" Lena was beyond exhausted and her tone came out hissed and aggressive. It hadn't meant to be that way but everything just seems to catch up to her all at once, leading the sniffling CEO to drop to her knees and sob.

Kara's concern immediately replaced any annoyance she might have felt at Lena's outburst. She rushed over to Lena, kneeling beside her and wrapping her arms around her shaking form, "You're okay, you're okay baby, I promise." She soothes in a hushed whisper, slowly rocking back and forth as she tries to calm down her girlfriend.

Lena's sobs continue to wrack her fragile frame as Kara holds her close, her own heart aching at the sight of her girlfriend in such distress. Lena's outburst had caught her off guard, but she knew that when someone bottled up their feelings (as Lena tended to do) they always find a way to break the seal and burst out.

This wasn't her fault.

Lena's sobs gradually subside into soft hiccups as Kara holds her close, offering comfort and warmth. Her shoulders tremble as she sniffles weakly, and her eyes were now red and sore from crying.

As they sit there, Lena body suddenly shivers with a sneeze that catches her by surprise. She desperately tries to turn away from Kara, but it was too late. Lena's eyes widen in horror as she realises what had just happened.

"I- I didnt mean too- I-," Lena begins to cry again as her voice catches in her throat, sending her into a deep spluttering cough.

She expected her girlfriend to pull away, to grimace, gag and look at her in disgust. But she doesn’t. Kara doesn’t even flinch, instead she keeps a hold of her, running a gentle arm around her waist, pulling Lena in closer again, continuing to slowly rock back and forth, an action which steadily calms the fever fuelled distress coursing through her body.

"Alright my love, let's get you out of these damp clothes, okay? And then we'll get you some medicine." Kara murmurs after a few moments, pulling Lena slightly away from her so she could tenderly cup her cheeks to rid them of tears. As gross as it was, she even uses the sleeve of her own shirt to rid the woman's cupids bow of snot before placing a soft kiss to the spot just between her eyebrows.

Lena couldn't even find it in her to be grossed out by her girlfriends actions, tired eyes drooping in pure exhaustion. She does no more than nod her head as she leans into Kara's touch, allowing the gentle ministrations to momentarily sooth her.

Without a word, Kara rises to her feet bringing Lena with her, looping her arms beneath her backside before taking slow, careful steps towards their bedroom. She could feel that Lena was a complete dead weight in her arms, and she silently thanks her super strength that was easily supporting her as she carefully places Lena onto the small amount of counter space between their sinks.

Taking residence in between her parted legs to keep her unsteady body upright, Kara reaches for the tissues they kept on the small bathroom shelf and pulls two out of the box. Lena doesn't make a peep as she was prompted to blow her nose, and Kara knew then and there, as she flushes the soiled tissue and washes her hands that her girlfriend was well and truly sick.

Lena was extremely stubborn and had been since they had first started dating, and no amount of persuasion from Kara had ever convinced her it was okay to let her be vulnerable.

With a concerned frown, she reaches for the buttons of the blazer and makes quick work of unbuttoning them.

"Sit up for a second baby." She prompts, and Lena sniffles quietly as she complies and allows her suit jacket to be pulled off. Her shirt was saturated with sweat, and she feels herself wanting to sob all over again when she realises just how disgusting she must look.

"No no, none of that." Kara's voice brings her out of her thoughts as she pulls said shirt out of Lena's slacks and begins unbuttoning it, and Lena meets her gaze with a guilty look, eyes once again shiny with tears that were threatening to fall.

Kara smiles knowingly as she finally as she undoes the last button and helps guides Lena's arms out of it, tossing it into the laundry basket along with the blazer.

"I could never, ever find you disgusting," she momentarily pauses amidst her task of helping Lena undress and instead reaches forward to cup her cheeks. She tenderly trails the pads of her thumbs over the warm, flushed skin, her heart melting when Lena instinctively seems to lean into her touch. "You're beautiful. Sick, or not, and don't let me hear you say otherwise."

Lena nods.

"Can I?" Kara rubs Lena's knee and pulls on the slick fabric, asking for her permission, to which the Luthor nods weakly allowing Kara to slowly unbutton her pants before gently pulling them off. It was an action flat reveals damp, clammy skin beneath a sharp contrast to way Lena was currently shivering, a clear sign of her fever.

"Let me check that temperature of yours darling." Kara murmurs as she moves to the small cabinet above the sink, retrieving a digital thermometer. She turns it on and waits for it to beep, indicating it was ready to use. With care, she moves closer to Lena, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before gently inserting the thermometer into Lena's mouth.

"Keep it under your tongue, love," Kara instructs softly as Lena complies, "Sorry, I should really upgrade and get one of those new ear ones but this'll have to do for now."

The pair sit in silence for a minute or so, Kara watching the digital display anxiously as if her gaze would speed the device up somehow. When the thermometer beeps again, she was quick to remove it and read the temperature.

"Oh baby." There was a noticeable shift in Kara's tone as sympathy smothers her words, "We need to bring this down a little sweetheart, I really don't like how warm you are right now."

"Here, this might help," Kara whispered, her fingers brushing Lena's cheek with a delicate touch before she reaches over to take the washcloth sitting on the counter. She runs it under the cold water to cool it down before gently wiping Lena's forehead, the coolness offering a momentary relief from the feverish heat.

"Kara, you don't have to do this." Lena mumbles, her words a little slurred - whether from her fever or just plain exhaustion was up to anyones guess.

Kara simply shakes her head at the self deprecating attitude as she moves the washcloth down to feverish cheeks.

"You're right, I don't." She agrees as she takes Lena's hand and gives it a soft squeeze, "but I want to, because I love you and I know you would do the same for me." She knowingly adds, and Lena smiles slightly, just a soft quirk of her lips, proving Kara's words to be correct.

"Now, let's get you some medicine," Kara states as she reclaims her space between Lena's now bare legs, giving the flesh a loving squeeze as she pulls open the medicine cabinet door. "Tylenol for that fever and cold medicine for your congestion."

Lena tries not to complain. Really. She does. But the thought of taking that putrid cold medicine has her wanting cry and before she knew it, her eyes once again burn with tears.

"Shh, I know," Kara lovingly murmurs as she fills the small cup with the allotted dose, "but it'll help baby. You know that, yeah?" She offers it out, and whilst a tear does fall down still flushed cheeks, Lena allows her to bring the cup to her lips.

She swallows with a small grimace and was quickly rewarded by a gentle peck to her nose. The Tylenol follows the same pattern, and she gulps the water handed to her, the cold water doing wonders on her aching throat.

"Alright baby. Ready to head to bed?" Kara asks after slipping both medicines into her sweatpants pockets, placing her hands beneath Lena's underarms in preparation to lift her should it be wanted.

Lena sniffles wetly as she nods her head, allowing Kara to lift her up into her arms just like she did earlier. With a fond smile, Kara places a kiss to the sick woman's shoulder before making her way into the bedroom and easing Lena down onto the end of the perfectly made bed.

After a quick change of her undergarments -bra excluded, Kara slips a pyjama shirt over her head and coaxes her arms into the sleeves.

"Pants or no?" Kara asks as she reaches up to brush a damp strand of hair behind Lena's ear, laughing softly when Lena immediately shakes her head with a disgruntled frown. "Okay baby, into bed you go." She once again slips her hands under Lena's arms and easily hoists her tired frame up the bed until her head meets the pillow.

Lena leans back and nestles against the soft pillows, her overworked body feeling heavy and exhausted as Kara tucks her in gently, pulling the covers softly around her, making sure she was snug and warm beneath them.

"Thank you, baby," Lena whispers quietly, her strained voice evident as her tired eyes looked up at Kara apologetically. "I'm really sorry I snapped at you earlier. You were just trying to help and you really didn't deserve that."

Kara's expression softens as she sits down on the edge of the bed, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Lena's forehead. "Love, I promise you it's okay," Kara replies, her fingers gently brushing through her hair. "I know you're not feeling very well right now. You had a really stressful day at work, we all have our moments. I'm not going to hold it against you, it's already in the past and forgotten."

Lena offers a faint, grateful smile, her eyes heavy with fatigue as she nuzzles against the blonde's touch, "You're too good to me Kara," she murmurs quietly, trying to hide a sleepy yawn beneath the blankets, "Always there to help."

Kara's thumb brushes over Lena's cheek as she replies, "Well, that's what girlfriends are for, right? Taking care of each other." She pauses for a moment, looking deep into Lena's eyes. "Listen, I'm going to take a sick day tomorrow. I don't want to leave you alone by yourself. We can stay in and just have a day in bed."

Lena's eyes widen with surprise and gratitude. "You don't have to do that, Kara. Your work—"

Kara interrupts her with a tender smile. "You're more important than any work could possibly ever be." She leans in to place a lingering kiss on Lena's lips, conveying all her love she ever needed in that one small, simple gesture.

Lena's heart warms a little at her words, "Thank you," she whispers again, letting her eyes slowly fall closed as the pull of sleep gently began to tug at her

Kara eases herself under the covers beside Lena, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close. "You don't have to thank me sweetheart," she murmurs, her lips brushing against Lena's temple. "Sleep now love, I'll be right here when you wake up."

I absolutely adored how this came out and I hope you guys did too 🩵

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