#anyways i got fluff :3

[honeysghost]

Take It Easy

Pairing: Sam x Darlin'

Word count: 649 (very quick, sorry >.<)

“Darlin’?” Sam’s voice falls flat in the night, laced with worry.

It wasn’t that surprising anymore to find his mate somewhere outside at all hours of the night, but they would always respond. 

They’re tough, he knows that—but he couldn’t help the unease that crept under his skin after five minutes of searching with no sign, no response.

Scanning the woods once more, his gaze finally lands on their curled up form, snoring softly. 

“Always going past the point of exhaustion,” he mumbles to himself, drawing closer. 

As gently as he can, Sam cradles them in his arms, careful not to wake them as he begins the walk back to the house. 

He’s already planning out the lecture he’ll give them when they wake, but for now it’s enough to know they’re safe.

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When they wake, it’s only five. Their body seems to have its own built in alarm—a blessing and a curse. 

Everything aches. 

They think back to the night–going for a run in their wolf form, needing to blow off steam after a long day at work. They thought better when they were shifted. 

Sam’s fingers twitch, curled tightly in their shirt–his arm stretched across their stomach. They can’t help but smile at the sight.

He stirs when they attempt to pry his fingers loose, cracking one sleepy eye open to glare at them.

“Don’t even think about goin’ anywhere, darlin’. I have a whole heap of words for you, soon as I’m awake enough to say ‘em.” 

“A whole heap, huh?” They tease but don’t protest, already scooting closer to his body, seeking all the warmth he has to offer.

They feel him wince when they press their icy hands against his waist and laugh, whispering an apology against his skin before pressing a kiss to his shoulder, burying their face in the crook of his neck. 

“You push yourself too damn hard,” he sighs, voice still laced with sleep. 

“You know what they say about glass houses.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m not the one passing out in the yard, am I?”

“Hey, it’s not like that’s a regular occurrence. I was tired, took a nap.” 

They don’t have to look at him to know he’s rolling his eyes. He rubs lazy circles against their hip with his thumb, nudging their head away from his neck with his other hand. 

“You’re something else, you know that?”

They hum in agreement, kissing him softly. 

“Tell you what,” He sighs, finally drawing away from them, laughing when they start to whine at the distance he’s created. They follow his movement, staying pressed against him.

He pulls them in closer, moving their body with him as he readjusts. “Needy.” 

They pout. “Are you calling me out?”

“So what if I am?” 

Another kiss. “Back to the matter at hand; if you promise to take it easy today–and not pass out in the woods again– I’ll spare the lecture and take it easy with you.”

“A slow day, huh? I think I could work with that.”

The memory of the morning they confessed creeps into their mind. It wasn’t so different from the way they were now, tangled in each other’s embrace, every word and action laced with tenderness even before they were “official.”

“I promised Ash I would-” The words die on their tongue as Sam kisses them, slow and deep, leaving their thoughts far behind.

It’s so easy to get lost in the feeling of him–the way his scent lingers on their skin, the heady sensation of his fingers digging into their skin, never close enough for either of their liking–the way he kisses them like their lips are the air he needs to breathe. 

They run their hands through his hair, pulling him as close as he can get.

“Okay,” they whisper against his lips, breathless. “Okay, slow day. No thinking.”

[mrmeepsmadmind]

aaaand BUMBLEBEE 😊 !!!!

[xxlady-lunaxx]

*Slides in but falls.*

Hi can I get Modern Sanegiyuu with trans (ftm) Sanemi suffering through cramps and Giyuu helping him through them?

catches you

giyuu, ever the sweetheart, had actually done his research on periods after they moved in. apparently he was very stressed about it, looking in a much worse state than sanemi, somehow. so, now, several years into the relationship, he was a bit better toned to the situation. mostly.

sanemi lay on the bed, surrounded by blankets. he was curled up, a pillow tucked between his chest and knees. his head was ducked down, a whine muffled against the blanket. giyuu entered the room with a hot water bottle. he sat down on the bed, coaxing sanemi’s arms away from where they clutched the pillow. gently, he placed the bottle on his stomach, helping him adjust it. immediately after, sanemi curled back up, pulling giyuu down with him. giyuu yelped, forced into an awkward position as his hand was smothered by sanemi and his body contorted uncomfortably on the mountain of sheets.

“…sanemi, please let go,” he said, sighing.

“no.” sanemi shifted, holding giyuu tightly.

“it’s uncomfortable,” giyuu complained.

“i’m the one in pain, shut the fuck up,” sanemi retorted, though he loosened his hold.

giyuu managed to get out of his vice grip, moving quickly to envelop him in a hug before any complaints were raised. “is there anything i can do?”

“jus’ stay here,” came a mumbled response. sanemi’s eyes had closed, body relaxing as the warmth from the bottle seeped into him. “i’m tired.”

with a soft hum of understanding, giyuu pulled the blankets over them, making sure sanemi was tucked in before moving back to hold him. they lay like this for a long time, enough so that sanemi had fallen asleep. giyuu followed suit quickly after, relieved that sanemi seemed alright.

several hours later, he woke up to a pissed off sanemi who had apparently gotten up a while ago, stomping around. giyuu sighed, moving the blankets aside to make sure he was alright, preparing himself for a restless night.

[osamusriceballs]

Sweet Treats with Inarizaki

Atsumu x Reader, Osamu x Reader, Kita x Reader, Suna x Reader, Aran x Reader - some parts include pet names as "princess", "sweetheart" etc.

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 2,3 k

About: Sweet, sweeter, sweetest Valentine's Day with our favorite Inarizaki boys~

A/n: Seijoh next probably! <3

Sweet Treats with Shiratorizawa

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-Atsumu-

"Could you please tell me where we're going?"

"Can't do that, princess. Just relax and trust me."

You huff but still grin, knowing fully well that you can trust Atsumu with your life.

"Are you sure that I can trust you? A man who forgets to-"

"Don't. Don't mention it, sweetheart. That only happened once, and you promised you'd never mention it again."

His hand lands on your thigh, and he squeezes the flesh through the fabric in a playful yet warning way. His touch is reassuring though, and the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against your leg tells you exactly how excited he actually is.

"Okay, okay, I'll just patiently wait then."

"Good."

He keeps on driving in silence, occasionally humming to the songs that are in your shared playlist, and you're pretty sure after a while, that he's just driving around to confuse you. You sigh and reach for the blindfold that he made from his tie.

"Waiting patiently sucks."

"I'm sure it does."

A muscle under your eye twitches at his teasing comment and his smug smile- that you can't see but clearly hear when he's talking. You'll definitely kill him someday at this rate.

"Don't worry princess, we have finally arrived."

He stops the engine and squeezes your thigh one last time before you hear his car door slam close and yours opening after a few seconds. His hands suddenly touch your shoulders, and he gently runs them down on your arms until he's holding your hands. The small affectionate action causes goosebumps to appear on your skin, and you softly close your hands around his big ones with the skilled setter fingers that he has and allow him to guide you. He smoothly helps you out of the car, and you find yourself standing in front of him, probably just facing his chest and looking ridiculous while you impatiently wait for his next move.

"What now?" you reach out for him and rest your hands on his chest, and Atsumu is quick to press one of your hands flatly against his body, so that you can feel his fast heartbeat.

The small action makes your heart beat faster too- no matter how many times you’ve been close to him, he still has the same effect on you as on your first day together. "Just come with me." He releases your hand and wraps an arm around your waist to help you walk, but only after he dramatically ensured that the blindfold is still in place and that you really can't see anything.

He opens a door and helps you to step inside a building and together you take a few steps, before he suddenly pauses. "Okay, here we go." Atsumu's hand finally comes to the back of your head, and he carefully untangles the tie, and slowly lets it fall to the ground.

Your eyes grow big, when you see what he has prepared for you, and his face is covered in a wide grin when he leans down and kisses your cheek.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my princess.”

-Osamu-

"Samu, that's not funny."

"What? What did I do? I'm sure it was ‘Tsumu and not me."

You groan and press the bell one more time, knowing fully well that your boyfriend is not home. No one will come and open the door, and you'll just have to wait for him to come back, even though he told you to come at 2 pm- and now it’s exactly 2 pm.

"Where are you? I'm waiting in front of your apartment and it's cold. You should have told me to come later." You ramble and look down to the small present in your hand. At this rate he would have to work hard to earn your forgiveness and his present.

"What are you talking about? Just use the key, babe." He sounds relieved at your words, relieved that nothing has happened to you.

"What key? Did you leave it somewhere?"

You look under the onigiri shaped mat that was a gift from Atsumu that Osamu secretly found hilarious but felt too cool to confess yet ended up putting it in front of his door. However, there is no key under it.

"Samu, you're in so much trouble, I'm-"

"No, y/n. There is a key on your keyring. I put it on there a few days ago. Thought it was already overdue, 'm planning on marryin' ya anyways."

You’re perplex and stand there for a few seconds, his words heating up your cheeks at his confidence, and you involuntarily bring your hand to your chest to calm your heart.

"Y/n? Still there?"

"Yeah..."

"Got ya flustered there, huh?"

"Maybe." You take a deep breath and look for your keys- and there it is. Silver and brand new, only waiting for you to use it on the luxurious door to his apartment. You quickly enter and inhale the familiar comforting scent of Osamu’s home- that smells like your home too.

"Get yourself comfortable. I got a Valentine's special planned for ya later. Can't wait to see ya later.”

"Hurry, or else I will mess with your kitchen supplies. Or eat your yoghurt."

"Don't you dare, you know that I moved out so 'Tsumu can't eat my stuff anymore, and now yer startin' to act like him already?"

You open the fridge, knowing fully well that he would be able to hear the sound, and he groans at the other end of the line.

"Babe-"

"Just kidding, Samu. I'm only getting something to drink. Hurry, so that we can have the rest of the day for us."

"Okay. Love you, babe.”

“I love you too, Samu.”

-Kita-

"I'm glad that you're coming with me today."

"Of course! It's not like I had other plans today." You smile and look at his side-profile- he's too handsome for his own good. You internally swoon and when he suddenly turns to your direction, you quickly look at the road in front of you again.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, everything's fine." You shake your head and try to ignore the feeling of affection towards him that threatens to overtake you at the concern in his voice. He hums at your response, and gestures to a sign in front of you. "There. That's the place." You focus your eyes on the field right before you where the sunlight is kissing the green healthy strawberry plants that seem to have no end in every direction.

"Let's go." You both exit the car- and you try to avoid looking at his face when he suddenly takes your hand to show you the right way, because you're sure that you look flustered as heck- and get the boxes to start picking some strawberries.

You both work in comfortable silence for a while, just picking the ripe fruits, occasionally sharing some remarks about strawberries and other things- and you enjoy it. You love spending time with him, and you wish this moment would last forever, that he would always take you with him for small things like this. That you could be maybe just a bit closer to him and that he would feel the same towards you.

After a while you both take a break and decide to eat some of the strawberries on a nearby bench that Kita luckily spotted. You both laugh and watch how the sun slowly starts to sink, covering the whole field is in golden light now and making it seem like it's glowing. You can't stop staring at the scenery, until you hear Kita clear his throat next to you.

You look at him confused, and then he suddenly takes your hand into his. He's close, really close, and the hat on his head is carelessly thrown away only for him to bring his face even closer to yours. You're frozen, unable to move at the sudden proximity of him-

"Y/n? Would you consider this a date?"

"A date?" Your voice is squeaky when you echo his words, but his sincere look shows you the answer is something that he needs to know now.

"Don't worry, Shinsuke. I know that you don't look at me in that way." You reassuringly squeeze his hand and try to ignore the flutter of your heart. You basically force yourself to let his hand go and try to stand up to create some distance, but he refuses to let your hand go.

"Y/n. I heard you talking about how much you'd love to pick some strawberries, so I thought it would be a great thing to do on Valentine's Day. I like you- a lot. That's why I wanted to come here with you. I want to do all the things together that you like, I want to show you how much you mean to me."

His eyes don't leave yours for a second, but you can feel his hand slightly shaking, a clear sign that he's nervous. That THE Kita Shinsuke is nervous for probably the first time in his life. And that because of you.

"Shinsuke-"

"Can we consider this as our first date? I'll court you and plan more dates, I promise to make you happy because you make me happy too."

"You sound like an old man and a child at the same time, Shinsuke." You giggle, and he manages to smile at your teasing words, and that's when a sudden warmth spreads through your body. You bravely lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek- only to see him blush at the sudden act of intimacy.

"Yes, Shinsuke. Our first date."

-Suna-

"Rin? I'm home!"

The door closes behind you and you sigh relieved when warm air engulfs you. "I'm in the living room." The surprisingly loud yell of your fiancé catches you off-guard and you quickly get rid of your coat and shoes to join him.

The living room is lit by fairy lights and candles that spread a lovingly sweet scent throughout the room. The couch is occupied by several pillows and soft blankets, and the table is filled with some take-out food on the one side, and some desserts in red boxes with hearts on them on the other side. A ridiculously huge bouquet of flowers rests on the table as well, and the big TV that hangs on the wall is on standby already.

You watch the scene for a few moments, too overwhelmed by the whole impression, and you take a deep breath to calm your heart. You're full of affection for your sweet fiancé, who made the effort to prepare all of this for you. And there he comes, in comfy clothes with his signature lazy smile on his face- the expression he always wears when he knows that he did something well.

"So? Whaddaya say?"

"I love it." You take two steps and close the distance between the two of you, and he quickly opens his arms to embrace you in a hug.

"I love you so much, Rintarou. Thank you for doing this."

"I love you too, my sweet girl. I got inspired by our first date."

"You mean when we just watched some movies and talked all night?"

You pull back to look at his face and see a slight blush covering his cheeks. You find it cute and adorable that even after five years of being together he still gets flustered by you so easily.

"Hmm, exactly that. I made a list of the movies we watched back then, and I thought we could recreate that night. But an upgraded version of it. You can cuddle me, if you want to."

"Oh, how generous of the great Suna Rintarou. You're getting soft now that we're hitting the five years mark." You grin and stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss against his lips, and you feel him smile when he returns the kiss.

"Only for you, sweet girl. Only for you."

-Aran-

"I got something for you."

"Oh?" You close the book in your hand and focus your attention on the handsome man in front of you. He sheepishly scratches the back of his head and hands you a small box with a golden brand name printed on it.

"Ojiro! That must have cost a fortune!" your jaw drops when you take the box in your hand, and you stare at it for a few moments in sheer disbelief. Your gaze flickers from the box to his face, but he doesn't seem sorry at all.

"I want to spoil my princess. It's our first Valentine's Day." He nonchalantly states and his words leave you speechless. You slowly proceed to open the box, and there is a beautiful golden necklace inside with a small heart attached to it. You take it out of the box carefully, making sure not to damage it, and when you hold it up you see both of your initials engraved on the back. You look at Aran with wide eyes, and he seems unable to hold eye contact at this point. "So... I hope you like it?"

"It's perfect." You quickly get on your feet and stand right before him, and that's when he's looking at your face again, his golden eyes shining happily at your words. "Really?"

"Yes! Can you put it on me?"

He nods quickly and his big hands cover yours when he takes the necklace out of your hands. You turn around and move your hair out of the way, and his fingers softly come around your neck to put the golden accessory on you. It takes him a few attempts to close the lock, but when he's one he presses a quick kiss to the exposed skin on the side of your neck.

You shiver at the sudden contact and turn around to look at Aran, and his gaze shortly flickers down to the charm adorning your neck. "How does it look?" He seems to struggle to find words, one of his hands cupping your face to look deep into your eyes before he whispers "Beautiful," and finally presses a kiss to your lips.

[lavenoon]

on care, and scary things

@naffeclipse let's see if I'll ever be normal about this line

[mars-ipan]

some postgame doodles for pride month

[autism-corner]

Levi loves sitting on your lap. It creates a certain closeness which is hard to replicate. When you casually place your hand on his waist, your possessiveness makes his head dizzy. When he's in public he has to refrain from entirely curling up in your arms. Your warmth and love suddenly feels so much closer and real, and he thrives on it. Every time there's even as much of a chance for him to end up in your lap, he will take it. He takes every joke and tease that's made about it because being this close to you makes it all worth it. You stroke his hair, hold him close, place lingering kisses wherever you can reach, and Levi feels at home.

[sysig]

Font of Inspiration (Patreon)

[hana-bobo-finch]

I know I JUST said that I would be too busy to make art in the coming days but I. did it anyway. guys looks it’s lethia I love him so much. look he even has little bug-person symbol flags he’s so cool (HE DOES NOTHING) (SERIOUSLY HIS ENTIRE PURPOSE IS THAT HE DOESNT DO ANYTHING AND NOBODY REMEMBERS HE EXISTS) (HE WAS RELEVANT FOR ONE MINOR INCIDENT AND EVEN THEN EVERYONE FORGOT HE WAS THE START OF IT ONCE A WIDER CONVERSATION ABOUT THE INCIDENT STARTED)

[thechibilitwick]

on their way to go watch the barbie movie!!! ok but now i wanna ramble a bit about soudam movie dates teehee feel free to keep reading

aight ok so gundam has a less strong reaction towards movies (unless it’s animal related, he will then fall to his knees and start monologuing) (or he will start bawling his eyes out if it's sad). kazuichi my boy, on the other hand, is a major pussy. his reactions are always pure and utter raw emotion, if it's scary he will shit his pants, if it's sad he will be a destroyed sobbing mess, etc. etc. it's literally just souda being souda.

gundam's favorite genre is horror, cuz ooh spooky and nice film direction, while kazuichi obv likes action and comedy and what not. (i'd also like to think both of them like animated movies/shows/TV in general, since they probably grew up with it so they bond over that too) gundam's not as fond of comedy but will watch it because he likes seeing kazuichi giggle and laugh and just having fun :,,,,3

kazuichi tries to return the favor by watching horror films with gundam, but unfortunately he always gets scared shitless less than halfway through. but hey, free cuddles!!! i love them SO SO MUCH ARGHHHHHHHHHH i want to squeeze them until they pop /pos

anyways thanks for reading my ramblings here's a lil sonia doodle as a treat

girlboss girly pop

[twpsyn-who]

Soulmate AU in which when you touch your soulmate you swap bodies. It needs to be skin on skin contact and is instant. The only way to get back in the previous body is to touch again, otherwise you're stuck like that.

No matter the body all psychological and physical damage stays with you. That means if you get hurt then swap bodies, you will still feel it despite no longer having the wounds. This is only the case of existing wounds prior to swapping ; if new wounds happen to the hurt body after the swap you won't feel them, but the person in the body when it happens will. A very complicated way of saying that you can't get away from pain by swapping bodies with your soulmate as it will follow you.

There's no known consequences to not changing bodies back once swapped, though some might get sick for a few days after swapping back if they waited a long period of time to change back (say over a month, even longer depending on individual)

Now this but, you know... JeanMarco. And of course they find out during their time in the 104th Training Corps, because there's no way their skin didn't touch at least once in +3 years of training and being as close as they are. It isn't until break when they're able to visit home that they learn what it truly means ; up until that point they used it to swap chores (is the only reason why Jean didn't try to kill Eren during their shared chores- because it was actually Marco all along). At that point they knew each other perfectly.

Of course the whole situation was a little bit awkward for both of them when returning. They probably would end up avoiding each other for a bit because teenager boys and stuff, all until someone finally got the guts to mention the tension and ask them what's wrong- which forces them to talk and stuff. Doesn't matter, this is not what I want to talk about.

But the beautiful battle of Trost and what if, hypothetical speaking of course, they touch skin after Jean gets another ODM? And they're so used with each other by now, they don't even notice until the mission is nearly done anyway. And I don't know man, the idea of Jean dying while in Marco's body? Marco (in Jean's body) saying "I need to find Marco" once the mission is a success and research for his soulmate, just for him to not find him?? Not find him until 3 days later when some of them are assigned cleaning duty in Trost and he finds his own fucking body bitten in half???

The realization that it should've been Marco who died that day, but didn't because he was in Jean's body. The realization that not only his soulmate is dead, but he's stuck living his life. He's stuck living the life Jean can't because he died in Marco's place.

SEEING YOUR DEAD SOULMATE EVERYDAY WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR. Poor Marco would most likely avoy any reflective surface for a very long time, unable to see Jean's face looking at him.

The guilt of lying to everyone, because how does one even begin to explain what's going on? Him lying to Jean's mother to protect her from the harsh truth of the reality- that her son actually died and the one in front of her was a fake.

And the sad truth is that no one would notice because they've been doing it for months already. They knew how to act like each other to perfection. Even if Marco slipped at some point no one would question it because they got many traits from each other already.

[every-sanji]

[gendervapor14]

WE JUST HIT 200 KUDOS WOOOOO THANK YOU ALL

thank you kudosers thank you commenters thank you lurkers thank you people who exude positive energy towards me. i'm gonna celebrate. idk how yet but. i'll treat myself. thank you all ♥

[kanene-yaaay]

Welcome to the White... Space?

Kanene’s notes: OKay, okay, since the first time I saw Omori interacting with the floating hands the FIRST thing that appeared in my mind was “t,,,,tickles,,,” and thank you so much for @soft--valentine and their awesome fanart that gave me inspiration to write this quick scenario. Also, please don’t forget to check that fic from @t0mm33th3m0nst3r that is also inspired by the fanart!

Warnings: Nothing much, just a small warning for floating magic hands and not being able to move your arms. Lee!Omori. Around 1000 words.

[~*~]

The thing is, when Omori opened his eyes, he didn’t notice anything different.

Of course, there was a something (because for him, there is always a something), a piece of a feeling, a sentiment nibbling at the corner of his mind, faint, but still wary enough to make he wonder curiously about the way the red hands that floated freely around the white space approached his room, stopping and trembling mindless in the air when he turned around to stare directly at them.

He blinked, looked at it in this way or that but nothing happened so he began searching for his knife on his inventory. There was just one way to get out of here, afterall.

In the corner of his eyes, something moved.

With a quick, swift move Omori was turning back, staring at the hands that were behind him  frozen once again in the air, trembling without a care in the world.

They seemed to be closer.

But... that didn't make sense. They don't move, not unless he is close enough to trigger their run-catch-take drill.

He turned back at the inventory, fingers closing around the handle just before a bright red exclamation strayed his attention again. This time, when he looked up, it was to see the shadow of an exclamation disappearing (was that a heart in the place of the dot?) and two hands bolting in his direction.

A quiet gasp and Omori was also running, his legs carrying him to far and away, knife securely held in his hands and thoughts trying to understand how did the hands get into his room and why the hands that he passed by also showed that weird heart-exclamation before following him as well. Two quickly became five and for some reason thinking about that line of floating red hands trying to catch him made a bubbly something want to squirm in his tummy.

They were getting close. They were getting dangerously close and Omori had no idea of what would happen when they researched their target. Everything only growing more confusing when he turned around and half one of them waving and the other half wiggling their fingers.

Omori realized too late that not looking for where he was heading while running away wasn't his best idea. When he turned back, there was another red hand in front of him and both wordless surprised sound that came out of his lips and the sharp turn he got to not stumble on the hand were clumsy enough to throw his balance off, tangling his legs and making his face go too fast to meet the floor.

He closed his eyes, arms in front of him.

But he never fell.

There was warm hands on his wrists, stopping his fall and for some pieces of second Omori's voice almost said a name that used to be there to save him. But that didn't make any sense. This was the White Space. His White Space. No one was there besides him. No one should b-

The hands holding him kept pushing him upwards until he was floating a few inches from the ground. Omori kicked his legs and tested pulling his hands from hold. He kept floating on the same place. Weird.

Two other red hands appeared right in front of him, quickly patting his face, shoulders and torso with care.

Were...

Were they looking for injuries?

Omori wiggled on the same place again when a hand got too close to his side, a faint warmth running on his face. He wasn’t a child. He was not going to cry and get hurt for tripping while running.

The hand on his side froze and he felt himself froze too in answer, feeling a buzzing of adrenaline spark in his veins again. Before he could concentrate on it, however another red hands (how much there was? Six?) waved in front of his face, pinching his nose when he ignored it in favor to look at the hand that was still dangerously close to his side.

Omori scrunched his nose and made a face at the second hand when it let go, wondering, once again, what was happening as it pirouetted in front of him, poking his cheek for some reason.

Was it trying to communicate?

Before any other question could be imagined, his side was squeezed and Omori couldn't help the surprise yelp and giggle that fell from his lips.

The hands froze.

Ops.

All the other free three red hands turned their attention to the fourth on on his right side, who slowly began poking and prodding the tickle spot curiously. Each touch making a tickly shock run across his systems, inviting his mouth to turn into a smile and giggles to bubble on his throat.

Oh no.

Omori bit back his reactions, small ruffs and puffs escaping from him as the careful, delibered pokes simply did not stop and actually evolved to an awfully effective squeezing that made his legs kick and trash with all the giddy energy stuck in his system.

An involuntary squeak escaped from him when two more attacks made themselves known, one hand lightly - so light and so gentle that its only the tip of its fingers touched the ticklish skin - skittering and dancing freely across his armpit, drawing senseless lines and chasing the titters that couldn’t be helped when they scribbled from all the way from the top of his armpit until the spot where the highest rib was before going right back up and starting the entire cycle again and again and again.

The other hand, very differently, decided to take a much more rough approach, resting on the tickle spot and then digging as if there was no tomorrow. The thumb staying right in the center of the pit and the rest of the fingers energetically scratching the rest of the skin and refusing to move no matter how much Omori squirmed.

And squirm the boy did, while his arms trembled with the fact that he could not pull them down, the rest of his limbs had no such problem, legs caught in the middle of kicking non stop at every new squeeze tasing his side or just laying there and laugh his heart's content as more and more warmth filled his chest and traveled across his face, pooling on his cheeks and the tip of his ears.

And then a finger. A single only finger poked his bellybutton, the other four fingers fluttering in happiness at the crackle that was fished from this. So the index finger rested inside his bellybutton and began to scratch non stop.

All Omori's barriers were broken this moment, his eyes were closed, wrinkling at the corners, shining with unshed tears as crackles, chuckles, giggles, titters, snorts and squeals fell freely, in a lovely melodious laughter from his mouth, all the scribbles, digging, prodding, poking and scratching making his nerves buzz and dance with the fact that it tickled, it really tickled so, so much and for a moment nothing more in the world could matter beyond the tickling and the laughter and the fact that he couldn’t escape, that he was so helpless but still, it was fun, it was silly, it was unexpected, it tickled and he was not even a little afraid...

Sunny opened his eyes in the real world, a grin on his mouth, a warmth running on his face.

What was that?

[~*~]

Omori: Girl help I can’t escape

Us: U literally control the mindspace u can do anything you want, you can make them stop

Omori: I Do Not See It

[derelictheretic]

almost started rambling about my no cult au in a rb instead I will ramble about it in my own tags like a sane person

[dandyshucks]

Ren momence,,,, @shirogane-oushirou here's a couple doodles of your guy!! big fan of him :]