#physics can be thrown out the window a little bit

[sophiethewitch1]

Before any asks come in, I figured I'd do some for my current crowning hyperfixation, which is the boys. Did one for each of their initials but Dick got two because I couldn't choose <3

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! , gen soft yandere behavior, murder, kidnapping, dacryphilia, sadism/masochism

D = Darling (Beyond Morality, is Any Act Justified in Their Pursuit of Their Darling? Is Consent Merely an Obstacle to Be Overcome?):

Dick: Dick is the most moral of the yandere batfam, and considers doing the right thing very important. Of course, you’re still much, much more important but… He’ll definitely start small. He’s manipulative. Always begging and pleading for a little more of your time, whining when you don’t give it. And he does it openly, too, not even trying to hide it. Maybe that will absolve him of some of his sins, he thinks a little pathetically. Things like murder and other crimes are harder for him to get into, as he’s quite loyal to Bruce’s code. And he probably wouldn’t kidnap you, just move into your house instead, then your bedroom, then under the covers and with your arms around you. Very slowly, so he doesn’t scare you away. And as someone who has experienced s/a before, he wouldn’t do that to you. No matter how desperate, no matter how many nights he spends taking a suspiciously long time in the shower, he’d never do that to you. In the end, he just wants you to be happy so… so the other stuff doesn’t need to matter as much.

Damian: Damian has a very black and white form of thinking. It took Bruce a hell of a lot of work to change that, and with the advent of you in his life, he swings right back to that black and white. Morality is thrown right out the window when it comes to getting you, to getting you to love him. Murder? He’s done it before. Kidnapping? He’ll keep you safe with him. He’s a romantic, though (like they all are) and he wants you to love him back. He’s irritated that he can’t force that, that if he broke you, you wouldn’t be you. So in the end he won’t ever do anything too far, nothing that would truly get in the way of his goal. Still, with the kidnapping thing, you guys are just going to get stuck together for a while, because he’s certainly not letting you go. The two of you are just gonna have to suffer together till you inevitable fall in love with him. Don’t worry, he’s got a plan!

J = Jealousy (Does Jealousy Course Through Their Veins, Leading to Possessive Outbursts and a Relentless Need to Eliminate Perceived Threats?):

Jason: Jason is so unbelievably jealous it sometimes physically hurts. Like he’s being burned alive by it, which, well, he knows what that’s like so he can say it with confidence. He finds your presence calming, usually, but that first time he sees you laughing at a close friend’s joke, he realises you bring out every emotion in him. This time, fiery rage from the literal pits’ of hell. He won’t ever hurt you (and if he ever thinks of it, even for just a moment, the pure horror is enough of a cool bucket of icy water over his head to snap him out of it) but others? Oh, oh no. He left that silly ‘no killing’ code behind a long time ago, and he’s very glad for that as he beats one of your admirers into the concrete. And if you have other yanderes under your thrall? You’ll find yourself constantly breaking up fights, and maybe one day, cleaning up a body. Even then, Jason doesn’t like seeing you touch them, so he does it for you instead. What a sweet guy, eh?

R = Regret (Would Guilt Ever Be a Foreign Emotion, Overridden by the Conviction That Their Actions Are Justified? Is the Idea of Letting Their Darling Go Inconceivable?):

Richard/Dick: Constantly. Dick is constantly suffering under the weight of his choices, the way he’s treated you, the things he thinks about you. And even as he does it again, does worse, he’ll still have that bit of guilt in the back of his mind. He wants to stay with you, to fucking climb inside your rib cage and live next to the comforting sound of your beating heart, but he knows that’s all unhealthy. He sometimes can’t banish the guilt from his head, sometimes it’s overwhelming, and those are the moments he’ll back off a bit.

T = Tears (Does the Sight of Their Darling's Suffering Evoke a Twisted Pleasure, a Morbid Satisfaction Reinforcing Their Control?):

Tim (Going to play around with this one a bit, if you’ll forgive me): Tim is purely fascinated by you. He’s one of the yanderes who gets obsessed with you first, and falls for you second. Your tears, just simply by being a byproduct of you are fascinating to him too. And yeah, they turn him on. Everything about you turns him on, but the sight of your weepy face, has his cock weepy too. As a sadomasochist switch, he likes it when you’re suffering just a little bit. It’s just too cute to resist. But on the other side… he likes when you make him cry too. He likes when you hurt him, as long as you’re paying him attention, looking at him. He’ll cry all you like, if you think it makes him cute, too.

#Event:1kCelebration #yandere batfam #batfam x reader #yandere dc #yandere batfamily #yandere x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #damian wayne x reader #robin x reader

[kentosbabes]

CEO Nanami Kento x Reader

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ Rating: Mature Word count: 602 words Content: CEO Nanami headcannons + a little bit of smut :3

Part 1!!

Nanami is not usually a fan of physical touch but, since you walked into his office holding your resume all he's wanted, is to be close to you

Were you completely qualified for the job? Probably not but to Nanami, you were perfect for him - and the job ofc…

Your attraction to one another was undeniable and in hopes of getting Nanami’s attention where you want it your skirts became shorter and your shirt buttons started lower

The thought of you plagues Nanami's mind as he struggles to focus, watching you walk around the office in those short short skirts and heels that leave him tight in his trousers. The pain is only able to be soothed in cold showers late at night while he dreams of you being under him

Your oh-so-innocent eyes behind the frame of your glasses only furthers his desires, as you look up at Namami his tall frame towering over you while you blabber on about his schedule for the day. 

Your relationship starts to escalate when the casual sarcastic comments and general flirtiness blurred the lines of a professional relationship and whatever was going on between you and Nanami

After a couple of months, the two of you address the growing tension and Nanami asks you out on a date finally

Nanami is such a gentleman - picking you up from your apartment with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, opening the passenger side door for you, his hand squeezing your thigh while he drives, and of course, paying the bill with his limitless black card once you guys finish the meal

“Want to head home?” Nanami asks, “Only if it's yours” you practically beg, looking up at him through your frames hoping he'd take the damn hint. His eyes meet yours and he can only groan driving at an unfathomable speed, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel and his other hand softly rubbing soothing circles onto your thigh.

Once you get back to his apartment, before you can even look around and take in the expensive furniture, his lips are pressed against yours as Nanami pushes you back against the door trapping you between his arms

Just as you begin to kneel, Nanami whispers “baby I wanna do this right for our first time, lemme make you feel good beautiful” all you can do is nod before he's dragging you through corridors till you reach a room bigger than your apartment with a king size bed slapped in the middle alongside the floor to ceiling windows.

Nanami is gentle with you, placing you on the bed worshipping your body. The rest of the night is filled with your moans - “kento,” you moan head thrown back against the pillow “yes baby?” he replies his thrusts speeding up, “so so good” you whimper allowing him to take you fully to the hint.

Once you come down from your high Nanami walks into his ensuite running a hot bath and bringing a hot towel to clean you up. The warm water coating your body, his hands drawing patterns on your skin as he sits behind you in the bath cleaning you with care

After a couple more dates and months of the two of you staying at each other's sides, Nanami finally builds up the courage to ask you to be his. His bed covered in petals and his hand holding a necklace the price of your entire apartment “please me mine” Nanami pleas, “always” you answer your hands finding home in his hair and his hands finding peace at your waist

CEO NANAMI LIVES IN MY HEAD 24/7

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[uchihaharlot]

How does Shisui (or the other Uchiha) cope when he's finally, blissfully rawing you for the first time ever? 😩

Nonny,

This is so sweet 🥹 I was actually cackling because boy do I ever have a dirty mind (and for once Madara is on point and I had a nap).

NSFW; how the Uchiha boys cope with the feeling of your sugar walls for the first time; artificially induced orgasm lol 😈

Madara:

Lol. Well, firstly. He was always raw dogging you and making you full of him. 😂 Contraception was a thing, but like, who the fuck wants to wear a pigs intestine?? Even if its clean, that’s just not something Madara would ever consider. If you ended up pregnant, you were merely upholding your agreement in this marriage. However….that doesn’t mean that the first time he penetrated your slippery moist cunt it wasn’t divine. He actually can be tender, and you wouldn’t jump in a dry ass pool. So, of course, Madara was deliciously teasing you until there was little resistance the first time he had you. Phew. Your inner sanctum sucked and swallowed him whole, deliciously. He stifled his groan but the first signs of pleasure tumbling out her mouth has this man a mess.

Obito:

🥹 I’m sure you’ve all sensed a pattern here for our dear heart, Obito. Such a sweetie pie. So nervous and gets unbearably excited when his s/o asked this one time to just feel his thick cock dredging her precious moist hole. Firmly believe Obito whined like a squealing serpentine belt the whole time she was grinding up and down his girth. If she spoke; he didn’t hear it. Was doing every thing in his power to not be a two pump chump! And it worked, until she got louder, started to swell and then came all over him. Driving Obito even more delirious with pleasure. Would prefer she had at least one more orgasm before he did but that notion is thrown out the window when he’s already coming. Filling her for the first time ever. Fucking it back into her even.

Shisui:

😭😭😭 my bby! Was huffing and sucking in his bottom lip like a Dyson, eyes blissed out and breathing so damn heavy. Rhetorically asked if you were heavens above, his cock was pulsing from your ringed muscles gripping him on first drag in and out!! Head tilted back, gorgeous curls bouncing on impact when he really got into it. Don’t even get me started on when they stick to his forehead and you have to brush them out of the way!! He’s trying so hard to hold on too, for you. Though you’re definitely more than sated, mostly exhausted, “…just one more, baby. Please..’ Shisui desperately needs to feel your warmth before coating you from the inside out. How can you say no to a face like this? You can’t. There is just no way you would break this man’s heart and not choke his cock again, allowing him to swell and pulse within you. Filling you and slipping out to see it drip out. Only for him to gently stuff it back inside with two fingers and plug you up.

Itachi:

I’m positive the first time Itachi did the deed raw it was rather embarrassingly quick! Said something along the lines of, ‘my apologies,’ after finishing. He was so frustrated, but didn’t show it one bit. Wasn’t ready to be swallowed whole by your sopping heat, even worse when he stole a glance and could actually see how slick he felt. (I’ve been putting this off for some time, but this will not do for this man). If you already had one ‘free space’ round, what’s another? Something in the air today would have Itachi lulling your consciousness to bend at his will. You didn’t even see it; but could definitely feel it in the stagnant state of your psyche: Tsukuyomi. It’s a one liner you’re all too familiar with, it reverberates the echo chamber of his playground, a feigned replica of your bedroom. A place you’ve never been for salacious purposes. As a cascade of several contrasting climaxes physically immobilize you, those famous last words seem to pass through you like wave lengths… ‘you’re already under my genjutsu..’ As the curtain to reality slowly drops, altering the landscape in a hue of reds and blacks.

You’re in danger.

#uchiha headcanons #madara headcanons #obito headcanons #shisui headcanons #itachi headcanons #madara uchiha #obito uchiha #shisui uchiha #itachi uchiha #madara smut #obito smut #shisui smut #itachi smut #uchiha clan #uchiha family #tsukuyomi

[yourheart-inmyhands]

How would Pantalone treat his compliant darling vs one that would be defiant (because they don't want to be locked up or have their freedoms restricted?). Defiant more in a mature, calm manner (eg. not raising their voice but calmly refusing or just pouting/not talking to pants until he lets them go out) rather than one who throws tantrums, yells or destroys things. :) How would he try to make his defiant darling be nice to him again and win them over? :)

this was such an interesting idea, i had a lot of fun writing this one! pantalone is slowly growing more popular on this page and i'm so happy to see that :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including obsessive behavior, mentions of physical restraints, implied being held against will, Pantalone being desperate for love, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Pantalone would love for his darling to be compliant, but one who defies him in such a bold manner would be more upsetting than one who throws tantrums. He expects for you to fight back, to throw things, to kick and scream, so when you don’t he feels hurt, more so than he expected. He’d try to win your affections with gifts, better meals, and subtle extensions to your freedom but unless you show some compliance back he won’t allow those things to continue.

Pantalone’s eyebrows furrow as he watches you slowly slide the tray back towards him. You don’t look at him or ever at the food, you don’t even touch it, your fingertips grazing the side just enough to gently push it away. It hurts, in a sickening way, like his heart had been frozen and smashed into bits. He despises it. He almost wishes you’d have picked it up and thrown it, had yelled and cursed at him till your throat ran hoarse, kicked and fought back till he had bruises and scratched up his arm. He hates that you can stay so calm and yet make him feel so awful, it’s almost enough for him to throw his own tantrum. Pantalone is a patient, smart man though and he bides his time. He starts bringing you better meals, darling little gift boxes with jewelry or new clothes. And while he can’t undo the cuffs that lock you in the room, he can certainly open up the blinds on the window across the room, giving you a view of the courtyard outside. He offers to bring you on walks around the Palace if you eat a meal in exchange, slowly building rapport until he can trust that you’ll behave and be compliant. As things progress he allows you to go for walks around the Palace without him, though you’re instead escorted by a group of very well-armed lower rank Fatui Members.

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[adaptacy]

Johnny Slaughter Pregnancy H/Cs Pt. 2

Cw: Mentions of trauma, angst, but also fluff and him being pretty cute for an (ex)cannibal, older Johnny, post-Sawyers, NSFW in the middle

(SFW)

You were also, of course, very emotional and mood-swingy all the time, and while he'd had a tiny bit of experience thanks to your periods, it was nothing compared to your hormones now. While he never, ever, ever admitted it to you, he liked seeing you cry. After all, he can get better, but he can't be completely cured of his questionable morals. But your normal crying was very different than what pregnancy crying was like. Normal crying, you were soft, vulnerable, and just wanted a bit of reassurance and a hug from him.

But this? The sobbing over meaningless things, the angry sobbing, the confused sobbing, the happy sobbing -which he did not know was a thing outside of sex-, all alongside the usual sad sobbing? He did not know how to handle. And it was very much not turn-on material because he just felt bad. He tried not to take the things you said during your fits to heart, and most of the time you were fine, but man you could be harsh when your uterus was fucking you over.

Still, he was remarkably patient with you. Your doctor had warned you about potential fits, especially since it was your first pregnancy, so he'd been mentally preparing himself ever since. It helped, for sure. Most of the time, a gentle "I love you, darlin'," would reassure you, but when it didn't, he didn't just give up. He wouldn't say anything more- partially 'cause he didn't wanna risk saying something that could be taken the wrong way, and he'd let you ramble on about whatever it was that bothered you. He'd nod along, and that was enough. Johnny listened, he'd hug you if you weren't feeling allergic to physical contact that day, and you'd calm down.

(NSFW)

For the first like month, there wasn't very much sex. When it did happen, it wasn't very different. Just the usual, and that was alright.

But man, oh man, the baby bump really did do something to him. It was almost like he'd forgotten that you were pregnant, though he definitely didn't, until the baby bump existed, and from that point on, it was the only thing he could think of. While pre-pregnancy his hands mostly rested on the outside of your thighs, or on your waist, he was now privy to resting at least one on your stomach. He was extra careful not to push on it, not wanting to cause you any discomfort.

The two of you had a small inside joke about how sometimes, whenever he was particularly deep, you could see a slight bump in your lower stomach from his cock. But now that you were pregnant, that bump was something else entirely. And Johnny thought about it one day and realized what being able to see the outline meant.

"Johnny, you do realize you're not goin' all the way in, right?" You'd ask, and he'd scoff. "Don't wanna hurt the baby." "You're not going to hurt it," you giggled. "How do you know that?" "Johnny, you can go all the way in. The baby will be fine." "You sure?" "I promise."

In typical Johnny fashion, the two of you could have some really rough sex sometimes. But that was practically thrown out the window when you got pregnant. You'd have to ask him and give him permission to be rougher, and even then, he showed a lot of restraint.

He also refused to use his knife, or do any kind of impact play, and the only thing he allowed himself to do to hurt you was leave bites. They were a little gentler than usual, and although you missed some of your rougher sessions with him, you understood where he was coming from.

Weirdly enough, it seemed like the further into pregnancy you got, the higher his libido got. You had to turn him down several times because you were often exhausted both from the sex and carrying an entire human being (although an infant, the point still stands) around all day.

Though, when you did reciprocate the feelings, he wouldn't let you do anything. No giving him head, no positions that required you to do anything other than sit or lay down, no riding him, none of it. He'd eat you out, he'd fuck into you nice and slow while you lay back on the bed, or gently move in and out while you sat on the kitchen counter, but he would not let you exert any kind of energy whatsoever. Which was strange, seeing as how he usually loved having you go down on him or seeing you in mildly uncomfortable positions.

Still, you weren't necessarily complaining. You came to accept, and appreciate, his services the further down the line you got. It felt nice to have him lend you all the pleasure you needed without you having to do anything too active.

There were few things you loved more than being able to lay down after a long day, when your back was sore and your body was sensitive, just to have him hold your hand as he rut into you. "Look so sexy with my baby, darlin'," he'd huff, burying his face into your neck and gently biting on your skin. "Can't wait to fuck you real good and rough after all this."

Funnily enough, his libido was actually a major help in a way you never could've even imagined. See, as your due date got closer and closer, you ended up booking a room at the hospital so the doctors could keep an eye on you, as per Johnny's request- err, demand, of course.

Two days in, and your due-date had been passed, and there was still no sign of the baby coming out anytime soon. Johnny remained by your side, and pretty quickly picked up on how you were growing more and more stressed every hour that the baby stayed inside of you. So, what'd he do?

Well, he got inside of you too, of course. Right in the hospital bed, he didn't care. He wanted to take your mind off things, and the best part was, it ended up sending you into labor. Both of you learned something very interesting that day; sexual intercourse is a great way to induce labor.

(SFW)

He was in the room with you when you gave birth, of course, and he held your hand the entire time. He constantly reassured you, even when you yelled and got angry at him because he was holding your hand the wrong way. He adjusted his hold, and continued.

The doctors and nurses all joked about how he was remarkably calm despite how stressful, loud, and sorta bloody the scene was. You told them it was because he was a butcher, so he wasn't uncomfortable with blood, but he knew the truth.

And when it was all over, the 9 months of discomfort and mood swings and excitement, the grueling 5 hours of labor pain, you and Johnny had a baby. A girl. Johnny just- he just smiled when he saw her. He couldn't stop smiling. It was a toothy grin, the kind that made him seem like a complete goof. He couldn't stop looking at her, and when doctors and nurses left the room and he got to hold her, he cried. Genuinely just cried. You had never seen him cry before.

You were overwhelmed with worry- was he upset? Did he not want a girl? was he regretting it?

But then he brushed his nose against your baby's, and held her as close as he could without hurting her, and you realized he wasn't crying out of any negative emotion. Eventually, he handed her back off to you, but he pulled his chair up really close to the hospital bed and let his baby hold one of his fingers. It was insane to see. His hands were big, and it only made her hands seem even tinier. They couldn't even reach around one of his fingers. She was so fragile.

And from that point on, Johnny swore he would do anything it took to protect both you and your baby. He might've been raised in all the wrong ways, but he was going to make up for everything bad he'd ever done. He was going to make his girls happy, and keep them safe, no matter what. He was going to give them every thing that he never got.

#tcm game #johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter fluff #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny slaughter headcanons #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter x reader fluff #johnny slaughter x reader headcanons #tcm game fluff #Adapting to johnny slaughter

[macsimagines]

👉👈 I know you mentioned getting asks with similar themes but I can’t help but ask for more because god damn is the angst just… -chefs kiss-

Can the girlies (and by girlies I mean me 😔) get that Kanto!Mikey, Shion, and baby boy Shinichiro headcanons about their s/o trying to leave them because their s/o doesn’t feel good enough?

I swear I’ll give you a better idea someday 😭😭😭.

I did Mikey in a seperate post because his got out of a hand and waaaaaaaaay to big sorry I didn't give these two as much love.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, STALKING, GASLIGHTING???

Yandere!Shion Madarame

He knows you're insecure, and he loves you, he really does, but he uses it to his advantage. Shion is more worried you're going to be scared and try to run, not like he'll ever let you, but still is very worried about what you might try so he does attempt to play into your worries to make you stay.

"I mean, ya, you can be a pain, but I still like you," he tells you after listening to you fret over how maybe he shouldn't be with someone so weak. What he doesn't say is that he wants to protect you, to guard you and love you because you're just too precious to let go.

But then you go and pull some bullshit. You actually try to break it off... "I-I can't do it anymore, Shion. I just know you need someone who can do more for you and I'm not that person..." and you actually walk out on him like that.

Now Shion would sooner tear out his own eyes than ever hurt you, but your 'breakup' isn't sitting well with him. You figured as much when you see him watching staring at you from your apartment window. He even waves.

And it gets worse from there, because now there always seems to be beatings where ever you go. The nice clerk at the corner store you visit regularly ends up being robbed and thrown out of a window, the jogger you pass by and smile to in your neighborhood ends up being jumped with his kneecaps broken, and even your coworker that always brings you coffee has somehow ended up in accident... People are dropping like flys...

Shion pays you a visit one day. He's actually sitting in your apartment when you get off one night. You're already not happy because you just heard an old friend from high school had somehow ended up with a cracked skull...

But you find Shion just sitting at the foot of your bed... With hands caked in drying blood, smiling at you like you just told him he had won a million dollars.

"How many more?" he asks you, "Wh-what? Shion what're you-" "How many more people are in our way, Y/N? Tell me so I can take care of 'em."

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

Oh how much this one loves you could bring all the greatest of romantics to shame. Too bad he's such a goofball. And honestly, that suits you fine. You two are perfect for each other like that.

You're both playful, a little silly, and you two have fun together. But then you see it. The importance of Shinichiro Sano. Men, powerful men, come to him for guidance and respect his own authority.

That makes you feel so small. You actually can't believe how many influential people he has at his beck and call, the ones that call him a leader. And where could someone, who's a little bit goofy and a lot of bit awkward possibly fit into his world.

You tell him as much and it almost brings him to tears. "You're just... you're so much more than I am-!" "I am nothing without you! How could you even think that!?"

And you two argue like that all the time, back and forth, about how you know he's too important to waste his time, and how you're too important to loose. But boy does he feel like he's loosing you....

"I gave it all up. I don't need that if I don't have you." "You had it before me, you can't just stop being so important." But he isn't important, you make him feel important...

Once, you tried to mention that maybe he could do better and he reached hysterics. It honestly terrified you, not because he was violent but because you saw that he had the potential to be.

Grabbing your arms in his hands with a crushing grip, one you knew could break bones if they really wanted to, and holding you so tight that you couldn't even budge if you wanted to.

"I don't want anyone else!" he had hissed, "I don't need anyone else! This is it! For you and me!" its no longer comforting words but demands of submission now. Like he needs you to top bringing the topic up altogether.

And you do. Not because you want to or because you're suddenly convinced. But because you're too scared now. You've noticed eyes on your everywhere you go, you even tell Shinichiro about it.

"Oh? Him? He worked under me back in the day. Told him to keep an eye out for you." "Wh-what!? Why!?" "Keep you safe. Keep you from doing something stupid."

You figured you're not the only insecure one....

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere shion madarame #yandere shinichiro sano

[its-time-to-write]

kicking myself to keep from crying

Once again, huge shoutout to @whimsical-roasting! This is pt. 2 to your mind is not your friend and although it kind of works as a standalone, maybe read that first. Like before, I def used entire chunks of our conversation😅 so really this is her fic. I just filled in some of the gaps. Love u bae!

kicking myself to keep from crying

You wake up feeling weird. There’s soft light streaming through the windows, and something warm half on top of you. You blink away the sleep from your eyes, and realize it’s Jamie. He’s on his stomach, with one arm thrown around your waist and a leg hooked around you. You don’t want to disturb him but you’re a little uncomfortable, so you carefully roll onto your left side. You now have a clear view of his face, features softened by sleep, and you’ve somehow managed to keep your legs intertwined. 

Reaching out with your free hand, you trace a line from his eyebrows down his nose, to his jaw, then his lips. You can’t help yourself, because when will you get the chance to wake up in Jamie Tartt’s bed again? His chest is rising in a steady, comforting beat.

He likes me, you think with a sigh, and the thought is enough to dispel most of the weirdness from the night before.

How did you go from crying over a bad hookup to sleeping in Jamie’s bed? God, you still feel so tired and drained, but not as much as last night. You don’t ever want to get up.

Your hand is resting on Jamie’s neck, and you can feel his heartbeat pulsing; you resist the urge to kiss him but fail, lips on his neck.

Last night was fucking awful, you think. You’re feeling like a car with an empty tank, pushing yourself up the hill to get to Jamie’s house. All you can think about is how physically and emotionally drained you’re still feeling, when you feel Jamie’s breathing change.

He blinks once, twice, then smiles at you.

“Morning, love,” he says, and you feel his rough morning voice doing something to you.

“Afternoon, more like,” you reply in a whisper.

Jamie just smiles, and you return it with a small one. He stretches all his limbs as best he can, unwilling to move his arm from around you. “You sleep ok?” he asks.

You nod.

“You feeling better?

You nod again.

He frowns. “Are you… do you not wanna talk?”

You give a small shrug and sigh. It is not easy to shrug while laying on your side, so you roll onto your back.

“I’m sorry,” you say, unwilling to meet his eyes. “I just… my headspace is going to be kinda fucked for a bit, but I feel better.”

Jamie just nods and pulls you closer (if that’s even possible). He has an unfamiliar ache, one that makes him want to protect you and take away any bad feelings you still have.

You do enjoy the feeling of his body around yours, but of course, it can’t last. You shift out of his grasp and sit up. You notice that you’re still in his hoodie and sweatpants.

For some reason, the realization makes you want to cry.

“Oh, Jamie,” you say, still unable to look at him, “thank you. For, like, everything… especially last night.”

Jamie’s propped up on his elbows now, and looking at you intently. 

“Um, I can be out of your hair,” you continue, staring at your hands in your lap. They look like strangers hands. “I bet you had plans for today.”

Jamie’s frowning again now, and you decide you hate yourself for being the cause.

“What d’you mean?” he asks, and you’re unsure what he means.

You laugh nervously. “What?”

“What are you on about, why would you fucking leave?”

He looks so confused and indignant, but you don’t understand why.

You laugh again. Damn your nerves. “What else would I do? Stay?” The thought seems utterly ridiculous, and all too much like heaven

Jamie’s sitting up now, rolling over in a flurry of sheets to imitate your position. Your heart rate climbs at the feel of his arm pressed against yours. 

Pull yourself together, you scold. Why is a simple touch scrambling your brain when last night’s literal sex felt like you’d had a bucket of ice water dumped on you?

You suppose it has something to do with the person.

“Love,” he says with the urgency usually reserved for someone telling you the building’s on fire, “what would you like me to do? Just tell me, and I’ll fucking do it.”

His raw emotion is throwing you off. You’re not sure how to respond, but your mouth is opening apart from your free will and saying, “I want to stay,” so you catch yourself and follow it up with a hasty, “but only if you want me to! Not out of pity or anything, because I’m ok, truly.”

You think that if you say it out loud (fine, it was a mumble), it will be true. You’re not ok, still thinking about that goddamn pity fuck, and you’re not a pity fuck, and there’s absolutely no way you’re going through those emotions again. Especially not with Jamie.

Jamie, who is closing his eyes, and letting out a deep, annoyed sigh with his jaw clenched.

A flash of fear jolts through your body, as well as the ever-present, ever-painful déjà vu. Jamie’s mad at you, and you start to get up to go.

You’re stopped by his hand on yours.

You look back to see Jamie rub his free hand over his face and mumble, “Oughta kill that prick,” before fully taking in your expression. His entire face softens, and he squeezes your hand once.

You can still feel anxiety coursing through your veins, which Jamie can see in your face. He changes his grip on your hand, and he lifts it to his lips to press a kiss on your inner wrist.

Your brain short-circuits at the pure intimacy of that gesture, something you have never experience and were pretty sure just existed in books and movies, not reality. Certainly not your reality. 

Briefly, you wonder how Jamie got like this. 

You remember hearing stories about how he had been a prick himself, and had tried to reconcile that with the person you knew today. 

You’d seen a bit of it on the pitch during matches, when his eyes would glint and he’d stick his tongue out, right before doing something completely insane and gravity-defying that would cause the entire stadium to erupt in joy.

You knew Roy Kent called him the “prince prick of all pricks,” and that Jamie had definitely deserved that nickname once upon a time.

Still, it’s difficult to imagine that it’s the same Jamie who is sitting in bed with you, eyes looking at you so softly you think you might cry. Again. 

He says, “Love, I meant every word I said last night,” and you can tell he’s trying to make his entire face show how much he means it.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes. “Goddamnit, Jamie,” you whisper, “This is the most I’ve cried in fucking forever. What the fuck?”

Jamie just smiles and wipes away a stray tear with his thumb.

Everything he’s doing is so intentional, with no malice and no ulterior motives. You’ve loved him for ages, so this just feels… it feels like it’s too much. You’re feeling the swirls of good and bad emotions and you don’t know how to sort them, so you just hold his face and fucking breathe because yes you’re crying, but it’s not really out of sadness now, is it?

You say, “About what you said last night…” to which his face drops in anticipation of rejection.

“I really fucking like you too,” you say. “I have for too long and I thought I should’ve gotten over it, hence the shit with that guy, but every time I’d drive home I’d just think about how the way your face lights up when we see each other felt more fucking meaningful than anything that he would do to me. He barely even acknowledged my existence, but you…” you trail off. “You made me feel like the entire sky shone just for me.”

You see Jamie try to school his expression, but he can’t control the wide grin breaking across his face. He puffs out a sigh of relief, or maybe it’s one of the distaste he feels every time you mention that prick. Maybe distaste isn’t the right word. What’s a good word for when you both want to puke and kick the shit out of someone?

Jamie doesn’t dwell on it too long because that shitbag is nowhere near now, you’re right in front of him with those absolutely kissable lips and wearing his clothes with his name on them, and maybe you’d both be alright to stay in bed all day. After all, you still look tired and he thinks maybe you’d sleep better if you were the big spoon this time.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[stellamancer]

pairing: fem!reader x merman!satoru gojo

summary: you were excited to return home for the summer, but all that excitement is quickly thrown out the window and you nearly resign yourself to a quiet and lonely summer.

the insufferable merman you rescued, however, has other plans.

contents: degrees of social anxiety from the reader, fem!reader (no pronouns used, reader is referred to as physically smaller than gojo) 

notes: uh. this was written for the teahouse mermay collab! but, uh, gonna probably spend the summer writing this because somehow plot happened. will happen. this work will end up being a roommates to friends to maybe lovers fic so please look forward to it. uh. not sure what else to say. i usually don’t post multi-part fics to tumblr, but since i don’t expect this fic to get too long i figured it would be okay this time around lmao. i expect to eat my words. anyway this fic can also be found on ao3!  

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It’s the first time you’ve been home in a while, and honestly speaking, you don’t know how you feel about it.

At first, you were excited. As much as you enjoyed city life in Tokyo, you still missed your little seaside hometown. It was your parents’ idea to come home to visit, not so much because they missed you too, but because they wanted you to watch the house while they went on a summer long trek across Europe. As luck would have it, the time of their departure coincided with the expiration of your apartment’s lease. With no intent on renewing it, you figured you might as well return home for the summer and save a little bit on rent before moving into your new place.

Once your plans were settled, you’d texted your best friend, Minori, to let her know you were coming back, but… there was something a little off about her response. It’s not like you were expecting her to drop everything at the news of your homecoming, but you thought she’d at least be a little more excited. It did bother you a bit, but you merely chalked it up to being absolutely horrendous about keeping in touch while you were away. You’re almost positive that once you see each other it’ll be like you never even left.

Besides, if she really felt that awkward about seeing you, then she wouldn’t have agreed to hang out tomorrow.

Nor would she have forgotten to mention that there was a big hangout thing that was happening at the beach tonight.

Probably anyway.

It’d been one of your old high school classmates Kyohei Shinomiya who had mentioned the beach thing. You’d run into him working at the grocery store and while you really wouldn’t have considered Shinomiya a close friend, you were acquainted enough to chat amicably as he rang up your things. Most people you’d run into upon your return had asked about your life in Tokyo, but Shinomiya was oddly excited to hear about it. You’d gotten the feeling that not much had changed in your absence— but was the city really all that interesting? Shinomiya looked almost disappointed when all your things were bagged up, his face twisted almost as if he was debating something serious. Just as you were about to walk out the door he spoke up, and you realized that was what he’d been contemplating on all along.

“Are you gonna be at the hangout tonight?”

You’d tilted your head in confusion. “Hangout?”

“Yeah! On the beach at sunset!” He’d answered, his enthusiasm renewed. “If… if you’re not doing anything, then you should totally come by! Everyone from high school will be there!”

You’d immediately thought of Minori. She hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort. Had it slipped her mind? Or maybe she forgot? Either way, with no one waiting for you at home, and no other plans to speak of, your night was woefully free.

So, of course you showed up.

Shinomiya hadn’t been kidding when he said that everyone from high school would be here. You recognize basically every person on some level— not just people in your own year, but upperclassmen and underclassmen as well. Some of them recognize you too, a few of them even stop to chat a little, politely asking where you’ve been and what you’ve been up to, just like everyone else. Once you’ve made a lap around the group, you awkwardly park yourself near the barbeque where one of the upperclassmen is grilling skewers for everyone, unsure of where else to go.

Of all the people you’ve seen, Minori is not among them. Is it possible that maybe she wasn’t invited? You’ve seen some of her other friends here, though, so it wouldn’t make sense to leave her out. You start to reach for your phone to message her to ask if she knows, if she’s coming. Given how Shinomiya invited you, in the odd case she didn’t know, it probably wouldn’t be a problem if she showed up.

Probably.

Just as you start typing, you hear someone nearby yell. “About time you showed up! You’re late!”

You happen to look up to see who this latecomer is and it’s… Minori. But she’s not alone; at her side is someone else you recognize instantly: Hayato Tsuji. It’s been a while since you last saw him, but your heart stutters at the sight, your body remembering the feelings you harbored for him in your high school years. He’s grown even more handsome now; his features sharper and more mature now than when you were teenagers. Something about the two of them together nags at your mind, but you push the thought to the side, more relieved to see your friend here than anything.

Minori’s gaze moves from the person who called out to her, scanning the area before finally landing on you. There’s no missing the way her eyes widen in clear and obvious surprise, making it apparent that not telling you about this whole thing was a conscious choice on her part.

Still, she makes her way over to you, smiling sheepishly. her eyes now avoiding yours. “Hey! Didn’t expect to see you here."

"Shinomiya invited me," you explain almost flatly.

Minori hums as if you've said something very interesting. "Is that so…?"

"Yeah?"

"I thought you'd be doing something with your parents tonight," she offers, the reason of why she didn't tell you about this hangout threaded between her words.

"No, they left this morning."

"Oh."

You could have sworn you told her that, but maybe she got the day wrong or something. It’s no big deal; Minori was probably just trying to be considerate since it’s been a while since you’ve seen your parents, but still something feels… off. It’s fine. A little awkwardness is to be expected, you tell yourself.

“Minori!” Someone else calls and she whips her head around toward the voice to see who it is. You recognize it as one of her other friends, waving wildly to get her attention. Minori glances back at you, looking a little unsure.

“It’s fine,” you say, smiling, though it feels hollow. “We can catch up later. We’re hanging out tomorrow, aren’t we?”

She stares at you, the hesitation still flickering in her eyes before nodding. “Yeah.”

You wave her off as she heads toward the person calling her and you don’t miss how her expression looks considerably lighter as she walks off. Sighing, you turn back to the barbeque, thinking to busy yourself with some food. Will it be like that tomorrow? Awkward? Weird?

You shake your head. It’ll be fine.

“Skewer?” the upperclassman manning the grill offers you one, and though you thought to occupy your anxious hands by eating you find that you actually don’t feel all that hungry.

“No thanks,” you tell him, smiling apologetically. He doesn’t seem to take any offense, though, and nods. You move away from the barbeque so that you’re not in the way of anyone who might actually want to eat, but once again you’re not sure where to go. You feel like finding Minori again is out of the question, the earlier weirdness repelling you. Maybe Shinomiya then?

You make your way around and spot Shinomiya joking with some underclassmen, laughing jovially. Should you approach? You don’t want to interrupt anything though, so you lurk off to the side, teetering back and forth on your feet. Maybe you can come back later when there’s a lull in the conversation or something.

The only other person you can think of seeking out is… Hayato. Your heart skips a beat at the thought. You can’t say you’re friends but you’d talked a few times in high school, even worked on a few group projects together. It wouldn’t be all that weird to say hi, would it?

You look around again, your eyes straining to pick him out in the crowd. While you look, your thoughts get ahead of you. He was just a high school crush, but wouldn’t it just be something, if you guys ended up talking and it just… picked up from there? Reconnecting with something akin to an old flame and things developing into something more over the course of one fateful summer… You’re sure you’ve read a story like that somewhere before and the sheer possibility of fiction becoming reality makes your heartbeat accelerate in your chest.

When you find Hayato, your entire body goes still, nerves seizing control of your motor functions. It's fine, it's cool, you try to tell yourself. You are just saying hi. You can do that. You can say hi.

And if it goes beyond that… you’ll figure it out later.

You take a deep breath and take a step forward toward Hayato, then another, then… You stop short— breath catching in your chest when you notice, when you see.  

There's someone standing next to Hayato, leaning intimately into him while his arm slung snuggly over their shoulder. You know them— recognize them, because there's no way you wouldn't. There's no way you wouldn't recognize your best friend.

It shouldn't surprise you, it really shouldn't . After all, they showed up here together, you saw them show up together and yet…

You feel absolutely gutted. Questions race through your mind. How long has Minori liked Hayato? Why didn’t she tell you? Are they dating already? For how long? Why didn’t she tell you?

Why didn’t she tell you?

Minori says something to whoever she’s talking to and laughs. Hayato leans his head down to whisper something in her ear and she blushes and swats at him, embarrassed, but still with a fond smile plastered to her face. You feel like you’re a whole world away— an outsider peering in. The contents of your stomach are flipping like they’re competing in the Olympics and you realize that you’re very, very glad you didn’t accept that skewer.

Eventually, you turn away, even though you really just want to walk over there and find out for yourself what exactly is going on. The last thing you want is to start a scene though. You can just ask Minori what’s going on tomorrow; find out if this is why she’s been acting weird. She knew you had a crush on Hayato, and even though he’s still really handsome now, that was in high school. If they're dating now, it’s not like you’d hold it against her.

You start to walk off, but you bump into someone instead.

“Oh hey!”

It’s Shinomiya.

You look at him and catch his expression shift, from a smile to something of a concerned frown.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Oh, uh.” Your shock must show on your face. You try to smile, but it feels far too strained to be convincing. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

He doesn’t believe you.

“I’m, uh… gonna… go over there.” You feel so awkward that you want to disintegrate.

Shinomiya’s mouth opens slightly, brows furrowed, looking like he’s struggling to say something. “...do you want me to come with?”

You laugh in an attempt to alleviate his concern, but the sound is mechanical, fake. “Nah, I’m fine.”

Shinomiya doesn’t seem convinced, his mouth set in a frown. His expression is contemplative again, like it was when you were at the store. You take a step back, away from him and wave him off a little.

“Really,” you say, before whatever he’s thinking about just spews out of his mouth. “Just… gonna take a little walk. The... smoke from the barbeque is getting to me.”

It sounds like an excuse, but it seems reasonable enough you think. Shinomiya still seems doubtful, but he doesn’t press the issue as you take another step away from him. You give him one more smile, this one feeling  a little more natural, to reassure him that you’re fine.

Because you are.

No one else seems to notice as you slip away from the group, heading toward the shoreline. The tide ebbs back and forth, the water coming up to gently lap at the soles of your shoes. You stare out at the sea, the sun nearly set over the horizon, dyeing the sky in oranges and purples. Some of the people at the hangout are probably setting up a bonfire or two so that the get together can continue into the night. You could probably go help out to keep your hands busy, but you don’t particularly feel like it.

Instead, you continue walking down the beach, further away from the chatter of all the people you grew up with, their conversations sounding more and more like a foreign language with each step. Even when you were younger, when you still lived here, you could never slot yourself perfectly among your peers. Minori was the only one who really felt like a friend to you, so her silence weighs heavy on your heart. If you had done a better job at keeping in touch with her, then would she have been more forthcoming about what was going on in her life? At the same time, it’s not like she was any better at keeping in contact with you, but…

You sigh. You’ll talk to her tomorrow. There’s no need to keep mulling over it now.

The sun has completely set now and you realize you’ve actually walked quite a distance from the hangout spot on the beach; you can’t even see anyone anymore. In fact, you’re actually probably only a few minutes from your parent’s house now, their home almost practically on the beach itself. You’re just better off going home, rather than going back. It does feel a little bit bad to have left without saying anything though, so you pull out your phone and send off a quick message to Shinomiya apologizing for leaving without saying anything and thanking him for inviting you in the first place.

You turn, with the intent of heading home, but something on the beach catches your eye.

Something unnaturally shiny.

People are generally pretty good about picking up their trash when they’re on the beach; it's a rule, after all. Sometimes, though, there are some people who forget, or just don’t care. As you approach, you figure whoever left this mound of garbage on the shore is part of the latter group, simply not caring enough to pick up after themselves.

But someone cared enough to cover it up in sand and seaweed.

You lean over, prepared to dig out whatever can and other trash has been buried when you notice, when you see.

It’s not a beer can that’s half buried here.

It’s some kind of fish and it’s huge.

You’ve heard of the very, very rare instances of beached whales, but this thing has scales, shiny, pretty iridescent scales that remind you of opals and you wonder distantly if there’s a fish this big, this pretty, really out there. More than that, though, you wonder how in the world it ended up on the beach like this. When you’ve finally cleared everything away, you realize that this thing isn’t a fish.

It’s a person.  

Or half of one at least.

You gawk at the sight, your eyes traveling down the length of their body. From the waist down, they’re all fish, tail and fins and all, but from the waist up they look like a man, with arms, and a torso and a human head.

Merman.

The word echoes in your mind over and over. You shake your head. This has to be a dream. There’s no way. Merpeople aren’t real. If they were, surely there’d be some kind of record or something of them.

You raise a trembling hand, to confirm what you see with your own two eyes. Very, very quietly, you murmur an apology as your fingers reach out, brushing against this being’s waist, where their human skin meets their fish-like scales. Maybe it’s some kind of… swimsuit or something. You’ve seen stuff like that on TV. If that’s the case there should be some kind of waistband or something, but you find none. The junction between their human half and fish half is completely seamless.

The merman is real.

You gasp softly and look around. It’s only the two of you on the beach right now. What do you do? Should you just leave him here? In a few hours the tide will be high enough to pull the merman back into the water, but… what if someone comes between now and then? If they realize it’s a merman, there’s no guarantee that they’ll let him return to the sea. He could be sold off as a research subject or some kind of exotic pet. The thought disgusts you. Shouldn’t you put him back then? Make sure that he returns to where he belongs? He seems to be unconscious though, but surely he can breathe underwater while sleeping, right? You have absolutely no idea how it works.

The merman groans beneath you and you look back at him. His face is scrunched up like he’s in some kind of pain. Is he hurt, maybe? Is that how he ended up on the beach? Using your phone’s flashlight, you check his body, trying to find some kind of injury, but you don’t find anything. Could he be sick or something then?

You reach up toward his head, brushing some of the snow white hair sticking to his forehead out of the way before you press the back of your hand to his skin. It’s slightly warm to the touch, so he probably doesn’t have a fever.

Wait. Can merfolk even get fevers?

Is he maybe having a bad dream then? Or is he uncomfortable? You don’t know. You could try to wake him up, but if he’s in pain wouldn’t that make it worse?

The panic is starting to settle in your nerves. What do you do? You've never encountered anything like this before. Do you attend to him as if he were an animal? Or as if he were human? You start to reach for your phone to call someone for help, for advice but—

Who could you possibly call?

Your parents are on an airplane right now, hundreds of kilometers in the air and out of reach. You couldn’t possibly bother Shinomiya with this and Minori— The image of her laughing amongst her other friends, Hayato snuggling up next to her flashes in your mind, sudden and almost disorienting. Something ugly and frustrating wells up in your stomach at the thought but you do your best to dismiss it.

You can’t bother her with this either.

You’re all you’ve got right now.

With that thought in mind, you force yourself to take a deep, deep breath. Before you can do anything else, you need to calm down. Once the anxiety has dislodged itself from your chest, you go over the options once more. You can’t leave him here because someone else with far worse intentions than you might find him. You can’t toss him back in the ocean because there’s no guarantee that he’ll be okay if you do that. Then what else can you do?

Take him somewhere else? You glance down at the merman; his body is longer than you are tall and you’re sure that he probably weighs a ton. You wouldn’t be able to take him very far on your own, so if you take him somewhere it has to be close.

A lightbulb goes off in your head. It seems kind of crazy, but you could take him home; a year or two ago your parents renovated the bathroom so now the tub is disgustingly huge. You think it’s big enough to house this monster of a merman until you can ensure that you can return him to the sea without the fear that he might get eaten by a shark or something.

Now the question is… how do you transport him? If you had a wheelbarrow or some kind of cart then you could put him in it and just wheel him to your parents house, but…

A particularly large wave crashes against the beach and another lightbulb goes off. Your father has a really big longboard he used to use when he was a teen. Maybe you could roll the merman onto it and pull it kind of like a sled?

The idea sounds absolutely insane, but you can’t think of anything else. If it doesn’t work… Well, you’ll figure it out later.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell the sleeping merman before bolting off toward your parents’ house. You get there in almost no time flat and easily locate the longboard, tucked away in a storage room. The board’s leg rope probably won’t be able to support the merman’s weight so you grab some regular rope your father has in the storage and wedge it in with the leg rope, using it to secure the rope to the board. When you’re satisfied with it, you dash back to the beach.

The merman is luckily where you left him, unconscious and undisturbed. You toss the longboard onto the sand next to him, shoving it as close to him as you can before bending over and rolling him face up onto the board, taking great care to make sure his entire tail is on.

Like this you’re able to get a better look at his face and— he’s handsome, breathtakingly so. The sharpness of his jaw, the angle of his nose, the width of his shoulders, his collarbone, the sight of them all assembled together like this ups your pulse a bit.

You’re getting distracted.

With the merman in place, you grab the rope and start to tug your makeshift sled toward your parents’ house but, god, he’s heavy. You don’t get very far before you stop to take a break, your arms and shoulders screaming. A different tactic would probably be better. You move to the other end of the board and bend down, gripping both sides of the long board as you push.

This method works much, much better until you get to the house itself. You knew the board would only get you so far, but from here on out you’ll have to carry him. There’s no way a bridal carry will work, so you brace yourself, and after a fair bit of struggling you manage to sling this massive merman over your back.

Each step toward the bathroom is absolute agony and you’re so damn grateful that the house is only a single story. It feels like hours have passed when you finally get to the tub. You rip off the cover and toss it haphazardly to the side, but now you have a new problem: how do you get him in there like this?

You could attempt to shrug him in, but his weight combined with the fact you can’t see might result in him accidentally hitting his head on the wall or something. That wouldn’t be good. Instead, you step into the tub, nearly slipping as you step over the wall of it, but luckily you manage to keep yourself from falling. Then, slowly, you free one of your hands gripping the merman’s body to reach down and tuck his tail into the tub.

He weighs too much for your one hand to handle and this time you lose your balance.

Both you and the merman tumble backwards into the tub. You manage to angle your legs out of the way of the faucet and land against the merman’s body with a thud, the hand that was holding onto him twisted into an uncomfortable angle. Quickly, you roll around to make sure he didn’t didn’t get hurt or hit his head against anything.

Miraculously, he seems perfectly fine— as if you had gently lowered him into the bathtub.

You breathe out a heavy sigh; it feels like you just ran a marathon, but you’re not quite done yet. As much as you’d like to leave it where it is, you pull yourself up to retrieve your father’s longboard from outside. Leaving it could possibly lead to questions from the neighbors and the last thing you want to deal with is gossiping aunties.

Especially with a merman under your roof.

You drag yourself back to the bathroom after you’ve put the longboard away and he’s still asleep, grimacing a little, but still asleep. It’s absolutely wild to you that he hasn’t woken up at all. You wonder if you should fill the tub with some water. Would that make him more comfortable?

You reach over and start the faucet, making sure to lower the temperature. As the tub fills itself, you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you, and you slump down next to the tub. Carrying the merman home really, really took a toll on you. Your eyelids feel heavy and you think it should be fine to close them.

Just for a minute or two.

It feels like the second your eyes flutter shut, they pop open again, your whole body awakening with a start. Your thoughts are all jumbled up. Why are you in the bathroom? Did you actually fall asleep here? Wasn’t the water running? Thank god your parents bought one of those super fancy bathtubs that regulates the amount of water in the tub. Surely the merman wouldn’t mind if the water overflowed but—

Right. The merman!

You sit up straight and turn your head toward the merman and sure enough he is still there. He wasn’t just some crazy dream you concocted; he’s real and, more than that, he’s awake.

He watches you, his lips curved up into an amused smile that reaches his eyes— bluer than the sunshine on the sea. Your heart hammers wildly in the cage of your chest as you rediscover, all over again, how supernaturally stunning this being you’ve brought into your house is. He tilts his head, his grin widening almost impossibly as he speaks, his voice a melodic timbre that you would almost swear resonates with your very soul.

“Well, good morning.”

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#satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojou x reader #satoru gojou x you #jjk x reader #nikuniku fics #not sure what else to tag this as always tags are hard #reader is very anxious and emotional i think but #it will get better for them!! #sots fic tag

[wings-of-ink]

Alrighty hear me out. Let's say one of the Ro's are sleeping over at Mc house. The dad's don't know. So they go wake up their child and see one of the Ro's in bed with them. (they didn't do the nasty lol) But the Ro's wake up to the door opening and all you see is them in bed and only there upper half (No shirt) and Mc still asleep cuddling them.

So how are the dad's going to react to this?

How are the Ro's going to react or think?

Oookay, there is officially no way you're not watching me or reading my mind, lol. Granted, the situation I have in mind is only for 1 of the ROs and depends heavily on MC choice, and may be as far as Chapter 5, but still. Really beginning to believe that if we think this much alike that we may have been separated at birth.

Anyway, lol...

Generally both Papa and Da are going to knock on adult MC’s door, but if this were a prearranged wake-up call, they would likely not see the need to do such a thing. Reactions for Papa might be close to the same for most of the ROs. Da may be more opinionated, especially since his past experiences may paint how he views the situation.

Oswin: 

His reaction:  Instant panic, immediately creates physical distance from MC and puts his hands in the air.

Parents:  Kip has the most pleased grin on his face. Papa is trying to hide a smile, mostly at poor Oswin’s reaction.

Zahn:

Their reaction:  Eyes blow wide and their throat drops into their stomach. They are straight-up terrified by what this must look like.

Parents:  Kip is curious, slightly concerned, but more okay with it - seeing the fear on Zahn’s face would make him feel a bit bad. Papa is a little embarrassed thinking he’s walked in on something he shouldn’t.

Duri:

Their reaction:  At first, they have their typical playful-blase attitude, but it would sink in just who is looking at them and they’d hop out of the bed immediately. If Kip knows at this point that they’re a demigod, Duri is leaping for the window, making this look infinitely worse than it is.

Parents:  Kip is sneering a bit, the moment Duri is making for the window - Kip is giving chase (possibly out of instinct, lol). Dov will try to placate Kip as best he can. He has warmer feelings towards poor Duri and doesn’t mind as long as MC is happy.

Rune:

Their reaction:  Putting their hands up as they explain right away, but the suddenness would make them more nervous than usual (also not good with mornings). Though it’s perfectly reasonably, their nerves would make them look so guilty.

Parents:  Kip is having a laugh at Rune’s expense. Papa is very uncomfortable and is starting to get angry…

???:

His reaction:  May be feeling a bit…impish, so he puts his arm around MC and gives the dads a smile and a wave.

Parents:  Both enter the room to remove him. He’s thrown unceremoniously out the front door. The likelihood of him sneaking back in through MC’s window is very high.

Thank you for the brain scan and fun question! ^_^

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[squirmhoney]

Could you do one where aemond overhears moans coming from his little sisters or twins room and he peeks in to find a man eating her out and she looks like she is having the time of her life, eyes closed, back arched and moaning while pulling his hair. Aemond kills the man the next day and confronts her and tells her he can do it better because he was made for her and her him, then they have sex boom

A/N: When I got to the smut bit, this flowed so easily I was very shocked. It isn’t full sex and I hope that’s okay but I have some ones coming that are so it’s nice to have a change. Also I will not be doing any part twos for my one shots at the moment, I just have a lot to write that I’m struggling to get through it all. I do hope you all understand. Warnings: incest. Dub con (only Aemond’s thoughts at times though) oral (f receiving) talk of character death (not major) loss of virginity Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (sister) Word count: 1.4k

Do it Right

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Aemond was tense, on edge all day after dealing with Aegon and his taunting at training. The last thing he wanted to hear was a lewd moan coming from your doorway. He would of been happy, even would of watched if he hadn't seen it was your personal guardsman between your legs.

The door was slightly open, leaving enough room for Aemond to peer into your chambers. Your head was thrown back on the bed, loud moans escaping your mouth as this common man defiled you. Your moans grew louder as if you were coming closer to the edge but as you turned your face , he caught the evident frown on your face. Your eyes blankly started at the side of the room as if completely spaced out from the moment.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he walked back to his own chambers. A tinge of happiness knowing that by the end of tomorrow he would be sure to show you what true pleasure felt like.

_

Aemond hadn't expected things to happen so quickly but he was glad never being a patient man.

He was bathing in his room when you came to find him, bursting through his door in an angry flush. Your cheeks were red as you slammed the door behind you shut.

"What have you done?" You questioned, your firsts clenching by your sides. You were physically shaking with anger, glaring down at your brother not even caring what state he was in.

"What ever do you mean?" Aemond retorted, chuckling as he leaned back into the tub.

"You know what I mean," You shouted, storming to his window so you didn't have to look at him. "Don't play stupid."

"He was a pest." Aemond sat up in the tub, scowling over at you. Was there a chance that you really cared for that man? If so, he was over the moon to be rid of him. No man should be able to touch you apart from him. "A low life scum."

"If people were to know the reason you killed him." You snapped your head around, eyes widening with slight worry and fear at the mere thought. "We never did anything more than that but if people knew, they would assume the worst."

"So he hasn't taken your virtue?" Aemond asked eagerly, feeling his chest tighten at the thought of someone else taking that.

You shook your head, stepping closer to him. "He told me he knew a few things. So I thought it could be fun but I told him that part of me was saved for marriage." You shrugged your shoulders, sitting on the bed behind you. "Every man wants to lie with a Targaryen."

"True but only a Targaryen really knows how to fuck a Targaryen." He was smirking now, completely content to know that your virtue was saved for him. His eyes stared at you hungrily, desperate to know what you tasted like underneath that dress. "If you want someone to pleasure you, at least get someone to do it well."

Your cheeks became flushed as you looked over at him, realising he must of seen more than you had thought. "You saw?"

"You bored out of your mind with that man between your legs," Aemond taunted, eyes scanning your body. "Do you want someone to do it right?"

"Yes," you whispered, rolling your eyes as you struggled to look at him.

Aemond used his hands to lift himself up out of the bath, his bare body standing before you. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stared at him, his toned sleek body standing proud. His cock already hard and red as it sprung up, bigger than you had imagined. Sure, you had felt it, all those times Aemond would come read to you for before bed, insisting to have you sat on his lap or cuddled behind you in bed.  But through the material of his trousers, you never knew it was this big.

He knew you were staring, very much enjoying the heated gazed that came from you. He was proud of the way he looked all those days of training had helped in more than one way. "Your dress, off."

Luckily for you the ties to your dress were easy to loosen, your arms fumbling around for a second before the dress pooled at your feet. Your hands swept your behind your shoulders allowing your hair to cascade down your back, leaving yourself completely bare for him.

He slowly stepped towards you, your stomach filling with nerves at every moment until he reached you. His hand grabbing the back of your neck, leaning down to sweep you into a heated kiss. With his body pressed against yours, you could feel his cock rubbing against your stomach between you, making a delightful shiver run down your spine.

He could take you, here and now. After that your parents would have to marry the pair of you, he knew that. You were completely vulnerable to him, he loved the idea of that.

Aemond pushed you back slightly, having you sit up on the bed as he leaned down. He used his knee to separate your legs, pressing his thigh against your cunt. You grinded yourself against him, eager for the friction against your clit.

“Gods, I can feel how wet you are, sister,” he teased, hands wrapping around your thighs as he pushed you further into the bed. He held your thighs, lifting them over his shoulder as he knelt down in front of you.

He bit down on his bottom lip as he came in contact with your core. His breath fanned over it, making you squirm underneath him. He had to pressed down your hips, holding you there.

“Please just do something,” you pleaded, feeling on edge from all this teasing he was doing.

“Because you asked so nicely.” He stuck out his tongue as he placed a long stripe up your slit, taking his time to explore your cunt. He hummed in delight, the taste of you like a lemon cake so sweet and delicious.

You threw your head back, arching your hips up into his face as his tongue dug into your cunt. He shifted, licking into your clit as he started to make circular motions with his tongue. From the position you could see his eye peering up at you, a smirk pressed into your skin as he watched your eyes roll back.

Suddenly, his fingers slid into you, using your wetness to slip in so easily. The feeling of him fucking you with his fingers and lapping at your cunt, was sending you into a blissful pleasure that you had never felt before. Every moan or whimper that fell from your lips, only making Aemond go faster wanting to see you pushed over the edge.

He knew you were close as you core squeezed onto his fingers, holding him desperately close. You fought to keep your thighs open, struggling as you felt your hips snap back up again. Pleasure over took you and all you could do was cry out, practically seeing stars as you came around Aemond’s fingers.

Aemond didn’t stop his movements, licking up all of your wetness as he made sure to clean you up. You were whimpering, reaching out to grab something as he worked on your oversensitive nub, keeping you hooked there. His hand reached up to yours and you held onto it, trying to make your way down from the intense moment.

“Aemond, please stop,” you begged, tugging on his hand to pull him back up to you.

He removed himself from between your thighs, unwrapping your legs from his shoulders. He moved to hover back over you, mouth covered in your wetness.

You pulled him in for a searing kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist to have him close. You could feel him pressing against your stomach, so hard and ready for you.

“Aemond,” you giggled, breaking the kiss to look up at him. “Let me help you.”

He grabbed his cock, sliding it against you as he said, “Well if you just sit back.” He placed himself against you entrance, the tip slipping in slightly.

“No,” you told him, shaking your head. “I’m saving myself you know this.”

“For the man you marry, I know.” He grinned, peppering kisses along you face. “But I could be the man you marry. Let them find us here, together like this. They’d have to marry us.”

He prodded against you again, this time not asking for permission but only looking for it in your eyes. You smiled at him, sighing as you thought for a second. You reached up kissing him deeply and that’s all he needed as he slipped into your walls, taking your virtue for himself.

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[gumnut-logic]

Five pick ups and one drop off (Pick up 3)

Pick up 1 | Pick up 2 | Pick up 3

Quickly before work. Also, a little crack as is this entire series :D

I hope you enjoy.

-o-o-o-

This was not the event he had thought it was going to be.

He had been invited to talk at the conference and they had gushed honours all over him, which was nothing unusual. However, an old professor had contacted him and asked him especially to attend and join him on a panel discussing the latest space discoveries, several of which had been made by his brothers and himself.

He could drop in to chat physics and visit and old friend, so he had sent his acceptance. Good company made it worth the effort to come down from on high and mingle with the academic crowd in person.

However, his professor had called in sick at the last minute and John had been left by himself. Virgil offered to accompany him, but an emergency in Japan had put an abrupt end to that opportunity for brotherly support.

Alan was up on Five keeping John’s seat warm, so his littlest bro was a fun accompaniment on comms when John really got bored.

Because it was boring. When had some of the top physicists become so…he fumbled for the word…self-centred? Obsessed they were right?

Admittedly, John and his brothers had thrown a few curve balls at the establishment over the years. Applied physics was at the core of their operations, after all, not to mention all the discoveries in space they had accomplished.

Hell, Three had landed a colony ship all by herself. In bits, yes, but the colonists had been safe and Three had been able to restock their supplies in half the time it would have taken the GDF.

The physical proof was there, yet, John had spent a good part of his presentation backing up his assertions. His brothers had been there, done all that, and here a bunch of earthbound fossils were adamant that it was all completely impossible because the math didn’t add up.

Invent new math!

There were a few enthusiastic questions in the crowd and he did have some follow up contacts, but he was tired. Earth always made him tired, people exhausted him, and the negative vibe did not help in the slightest.

That and he knew three of his brothers were hip deep in a danger zone in Japan. It wasn’t like John to be out of the loop like this. Alan sent updates, but John was used to being surrounded by information and schematics and there for his brothers.

A wrist comm just didn’t do it.

So, here he was, taking a breather at the end of the bar. At least the facility was an interesting one. Far above an African plain, the hotel moved slowly across the continent on a programmed schedule and offered some magnificent views.

John stared down at a massive herd of wildebeest and watched the individuals ebb and flow as he idly let the math meander through the back of his mind.

“You look like you need some company.” Tall, dark and suave sat down next to him and John’s heart sank just a little further.

Really? At a physics conference?

“I’m fine, thank you.” He really just needed a little time to himself to regain the energy required to go back in there and speak on the panel.

“If I may say so, you don’t look fine. You took a hammering in there.”

John looked up from his drink. “Everyone is welcome to their opinion.”

“Even when they are wrong?”

“Even when they are wrong.”

“I thought physics was pretty black and white. You’re either right or wrong.”

“Nothing is ever black and white, much less physics.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Thank you, but no. I’m back on stage shortly.”

“Well, in that case, you definitely need a drink. Bartender!”

John groaned inwardly. He did not have the energy for this.

“Hang onto your hat, bro, incoming.” Alan’s voice in his ear startled him, but whatever he could have said was drowned out by gasps and a very familiar roar.

Thunderbird Three flew into view, circling the platform in an obvious display of ‘look at me, aren’t I cool!’

John had to hide a smirk as every soul around him rushed to the windows and started gawking. But then a Thunderbird always made an impression. It was hard to ignore the physics when it was right in front of you.

“I have clearance to land. Johnny, picking you up, grab your stuff.”

God, he loved his little brother in that moment.

Three pivoted perfectly and angled down to land on the hotel’s launch platform.

She was big. Ever so big, and John redid the calculations in his head to reassure himself that the hotel’s hoversystems could support her weight. They could, and he trusted Alan’s skill.

Three might leave a few smudge marks on the forecourt, but eh, he felt like they owed them a little smudge after today’s debacle.

The great space ship settled smoothly in front of all the windows.

“That’s a Thunderbird!” Tall, dark and suave was staring out the window just as much as the rest of the crowd.

John didn’t bother to hide his smirk this time. “Yeah, that’s my ride.”

He grabbed what little he had with him and ignoring all the gawkers, bounded down the stairs and out to meet his little brother.

Alan, in full uniform, was standing beside Three’s steaming main engines. “Hey, bro, sounded like you needed an escape route.” Alan offered his hand.

John clasped it and drew him into a brief hug. “Thanks, Alan. I owe you one.”

“Nah, I got to see all their faces. It’s not often Three gets to strut her stuff in front of an audience.”

John grinned and hugged his little brother to his side as they turned their backs on said crowd and boarded the rescue rocket.

There may be a curious older brother debrief to field a little later, but since both Alan and he would be in space, there would be a volume button available if necessary.

As they launched, leaving the conference in Three’s exhaust, John grinned with glee.

Sometimes it was just great to be a Tracy.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #john tracy #alan tracy #nuttyfic #I hope this sounds like Johnny

[banes-favourite]

I am so BORED at work so I'm going to go give you more baby Durge.

Baby Durge is physically and mentally at a point before the murderous desires kicked in, so they're just a regular baby. Just a little guy who's having a blast because this fancy room is a new place to explore and the man in the big coat and the tiny man in the hat keep yelling at each other. (Sceleritas ends up being thrown out the window)

Baby Durge is doing all the standard baby things; chewing on anything they can get their hands on, crawling everywhere, babbling. All they want is play and cuddle.

Gortash is on the verge of a mental breakdown as he tries to figure out how to care for a tiny bhaalspawn.

And then baby Durge tugs on his pant leg and raises their arms up, wanting to be held.

And Gortash does, not sure what else to do.

And baby Durge is very happy to sit in his lap and quietly play with the tassels of his gaudy shirt and the dragon decals on his coat.

And Gortash, very very slightly, smiles. Just a bit.

I AM CRYING. IN TEARS. ON MY BED CLUTCHING MY BLANKET.

I cannot thank you enough for blessing me and everyone else with the image of baby durge being absolutely fucking adorable and gortash being an incapable parent... but oh my god, the more time he spent with him, the cuter he'd find him, the parental instincts taking over... crying he would look down at little baby durge with the whole world's love in his eyes and smile

#dearest-mushroom #baby durge #bg3 #enver gortash #gortash #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate #bg3 gortash #asks #durge bg3

[imposterogers]

also idk how they can compare what steve did to ‘moving out of the country’ lmao yeah no it’s a bit more than that. plus he went back in time to a time where bucky was being tortured and brainwashed by hydra, and he was fully aware of this fact and yet he was comfortable just.. doing nothing about it??? that’s NOT the steve we’ve learned to know and love, the one who moved heaven and hell to protect bucky. like this is not even about stucky, it’s about basic steve characterization and how it was all thrown out the window for… that

I think I'm so mean to endgame steve because I truly don't see him as steve rogers. because steve rogers, the one that we watched grow for ten years, would not have even considered for a moment what endgame!steve did

the writers threw all characterization out of the window. because what had been established about his character? what did we know about steve rogers? we knew that since the day he was old enough to walk, he was getting in fights. he was a chronically ill small boy who was bullied relentlessly. he came home bloody more days than not, and his single mother cradled his face and told him that he always stood up. that sarah rogers was his moral compass. we knew that bucky barnes stood up for him when they were six years old, and they'd been inseparable ever since. that steve couldn't just follow orders blindly. that he'd always protect the people that couldn't/wouldn't stand up for themselves. that if he was the only one against 100, he didn't care as long as he was on the side he thought was right. the core of steve rogers is that there will ALWAYS be another battle. it might not be with his fists, and it might not be a physical fight, but there's always going to be someone in need, and he was always going to be that little guy from brooklyn who was too stupid to walk away from a fight. he loved his friends because they were his family, and he would NEVER leave them behind. steve was a man out of time, but he'd made the 21st century his present.

endgame steve spent five years in a post-apocalyptic society in the basement mourning a woman who died of old age. who told him, blatantly, that she'd had her life and it was time for him to move on.

and the ending the writers concocted was so utterly untrue to the character (not to mention they said he wouldn't change history). he wouldn't live in an alternate timeline with alternate versions of people he knew when his friends were suffering his loss. he wouldn't sit back and relax while hydra infiltrated shield. while bucky was tortured. while the civil rights movement went on around him. he wouldn't have been there at all.

we all wanted steve rogers to have a happy ending. hasn't he paid enough? doesn't he deserve to be selfish? sure. but steve rogers isn't selfish. steve rogers has been bone tired since the day he was born, but his job on this earth wasn't done. not until he stopped breathing

passing the shield was the right decision. steve rogers' time as its owner was up. but that was the only right decision he made in that film.

#babes we have found ourselves in dangerous territory #i'm on the edge of a steve relapse and that is NOT what any of us need #anti endgame #steve rogers #ok I just looked at how much I just typed out in like five minutes and yah #relapse is official #long post

[thefabulous-mostgroovy]

Here When You're Ready

After Martin is rescued from the Lonely, it takes a long time for him to become comfortable with physical contact again, let alone affection. Jon is willing to be patient with him, no matter how long it takes. And so, it takes three months for Jon and Martin to share their first kiss.

Jon/Martin, 1.7k words, rated T, read on AO3. this is for the prompt 'first kiss' for @jonmartinweek :D

Jon holds Martin's hand the whole way to Scotland.

They sit with their shoulders pressed tight together, with both of Jon's hands wrapped around one of Martin's. His skin is cold and clammy, pale and desaturated. His glasses are misty with the fog pooling on the train carriage floor. His hair is more white than it is blond. His freckles are more of a vague idea than even a suggestion now. But, as Jon rests his cheek on Martin's shoulder, rubs little circles with his thumb on the back of Martin's palm, Martin grows a little more colourful by the time they reach Edinburgh Waverly.

His hair grows warmer and fluffier, his skin more pink, his freckles more stark. Even his eyes are brighter, a cosy hazel. The only feature of the Lonely left is a streak of white cutting through his fringe. Jon still doesn't let go of his hand.

From Edinburgh, it's another train to Glasgow Central, then a Caledonia Sleeper to the Highlands. Trains from dawn till dusk. Their cabin is small, but big enough. They don't stop for dinner—Martin claims not to be hungry, and Jon quite literally doesn't eat anymore—so they simply crawl into the double bed, tangled up in each other's legs and arms. Jon traces patterns over Martin's shoulder blades until he falls asleep, slow and even breaths rustling his hair. Jon follows suit moments after.

Basira had arranged a car to take them to the safehouse, told them what to say to let the driver know they were a friend of Daisy's. The driver doesn't talk to them the whole two hour's drive there; she chucks their bags in the boot, gets in the front, and waits for them to get in the back. Martin sits in the left backseat and Jon sits in the middle. The driver eyes their interlocked hands in the mirror before she adjusts it, then sets off. Martin holds his hand tight, resting his other hand over it. He stares out the window the whole drive, and Jon watches Martin. His eyes flick back and forth as he watches the rolling hills, follows the rain trickling down the glass. The corner of his lips turn up at the sight of sheep, alpacas, horses, highland cows. His cheeks turn pink when he catches Jon staring.

The safehouse was described as a cottage by Basira, but Jon thinks that's a bit of a stretch. The living room and dining room are one room, with a bathroom to the left and a bedroom at the back. The whole place is a bit dingy and musty. Dust sits on every surface, turning everything greyish brown. Luckily, Daisy keeps a seemingly endless supply of wipes and cloths just for the purpose.

They clean the couch and coffee table together, then the kitchen, then the bedroom, then the floors and windows. By the time it gets to the evening, they're too tired to do anything but have a half-hearted dinner and fall into bed. Martin sleeps half on top of Jon, and Jon doesn't mind the pins and needles in his fingers the next morning.

This is all to say, Jon doesn't quite know how they went from 100 to 0 in the span of one day.

The next day, Jon tries to hold Martin's hand again, and Martin flinches away with a nervous laugh and a red face. Over the day, there is lots of blushing and clearing throats and inching away from each other. It only gets worse through the next week.

Jon tries his very best not to Know what's going on, but as far as he can figure, Martin kind of stopped experiencing the human range of emotions when he was thrown fully into the Lonely. Not that it's all bleeding back into him, so too has his tendency to be a nervous, flustered wreck. It's incredibly endearing. But, also a little worrying, considering Jon did give him a whole 'I love you, let's run away to another country' monologue right before they got their train tickets.

So, Jon prepares for a slow journey of becoming accustomed to each other and getting comfortable. After two weeks, they work up to having a long chat about boundaries, especially regarding the bed, as Jon had moved to sleep on the couch that felt more cardboard than stuffing and it was destroying his back more than it already was. Actually sharing the bed is a whole other issue. Martin sleeps like a rock and Jon tosses and turns the whole night. He, luckily, wakes up early enough to remove himself from clinging to Martin's side — he would rather keep over than make him uncomfortable.

It's a long climb to the top where they reach cuddling on the couch and spooning in bed, and every time, Jon has to steel himself to not show how happy it makes him. If he gets too giddy, it might send Martin running. At least, that's what his brain keeps telling him. Either way, after a month, they spend practically every second of the day holding hands, or leaning on each other's shoulders, or folded up in each other's laps.

But still, it takes almost three months for them to kiss for the first time.

When it does happen, it's on a warm evening with golden light pouring through the windows, bathing everything in a golden light.

"Nice break from the rain," Martin mumbles after finishing the last dregs of his tea. Jon hums from his cosy spot under Martin's arm. The radio plays lazily in the background, tinny and static filled, struggling to reach them all the way out here.

"Well, that's Scotland for you," Jon sighs. "Rain and wind and sleet, and occasionally twenty five degrees and sunny."

"Wish we could have visited when we're not on the run." Jon hums again, feeling sleepy and warm in the sunlight (he supposes Martin was not entirely wrong about comparing him to a cat). He wants to keep up the nice conversation, but he's about this close to falling asleep on Martin's shoulder.

The song quietly fades out and back into a new track. Some retro tune that might have been a top 40. The speakers make the lyrics sound garbled, even through the Gaelic, but its slow and soulful plucked guitar still makes it out. Jon watches Martin slowly bounce his knee to the beat, tapping his heel against the rug in a dull thump. Jon smiles as he gets an idea.

With a sluggish reluctance, he untangles himself from Martin's arm, straightening out his jumper and skirt. He holds out a hand to Martin.

"Care for a dance?"

Martin's face lights up in an adorable bright pink, and Jon suddenly Knows that this is a daydream Martin has had for years. He fights down a little smile. He won't tell Martin that one (at least, not for a little while). Martin takes his hand and they stand up.

They fall into position easily; they interlock their right hands, Martin's left on Jon's waist, and Jon's on Martin's shoulder. They sheepishly smile at each other as they start to sway back and forth to the croning of the radio. It's an easy rhythm to fall into, even if Jon keeps accidentally stepping on Martin's toes.

The song fades into another, and another, and eventually, Jon has settled his head on Martin's chest. The sun has set, and the candles in the room are their only light. A faint wind whistles outside the windows, rustles the leaves of the trees. Jon looks back up at Martin, only to be met with adoring eyes and a gentle smile. He moves his hand from Martin's shoulder up to cup his cheek.

Ultimately, it's Martin who makes the move.

His arm winds further around Jon's middle, his hand flat against the plane of his back. He untangles their right hands to stroke Jon's hair out of his face, resting it on his neck after tucking the strands behind his ear. Standing chest to chest — or, as close as they can get with his stature — Jon is sure Martin can feel his heart pounding under his skin. If he does, he mustn't mind all that much, as he leans down and kisses Jon.

Their lips slot together like they were moulded for it, and Jon honestly thinks fireworks might be setting off, or the room is glowing pink, or whatever other cheesy garbage happens in movies. All of them, those sweet tooth rom-coms, he suddenly understands them. He understands why people write poetry in the instant Martin threads his fingers into Jon's hair.

Martin holds him close like he's something precious, rubs his thumb in a gentle circle across his temple. Jon slides his arms up to hold Martin around his middle, slowly rising on his tip toes so Martin doesn't have to lean over as much. The radio fades off into chatter between the two hosts and Jon hardly even notices. Martin's lips are soft and warm, his hands careful and reverent. They pull away from each other for just a second to breathe, then launch back in, holding each other tight.

It's everything Jon imagined and more. His skin tingles all over, but especially where Martin touches him. He's never been one for much physical affection, but Martin seems to have wriggled his way right into Jon's heart (he almost chucks up at how bloody cheesy he's gotten).

Jon very, very reluctantly pulls away after another few moments, his feet aching from standing on his toes, and he draws in a deep, shuddering breath. Martin's face is beet red, and Jon almost—almost—laughs. Instead, he smiles fondly and readjusts his squinty glasses.

"Sorry, I've–" Martin interrupts himself with a little chuckle. "I've basically destroyed your hair."

Jon just laughs, tipping his head forward against Martin's chest. The noise can most accurately be described as a giggle. Jon doesn't think he's ever giggled before. Martin laughs as well, louder than Jon had heard in what could be years.

They blow out the candles and get ready for bed not long after, bundling under the duvet and blankets, wrapped up in each other's arms and peppering each other's faces with kisses. Jon knows the peace won't last. But, right now, he decides to pretend it can last forever.

And it almost feels like it will.

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[patchesnpins]

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʟʏ

ᴀɴᴏɴ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ: Hello! Could I please request the stranger things boys dating fem!reader who is touch starved please and thank you (The stranger things boys, Steve, Jonathan, Eddie and Billy :) I really hope this isn't to much to ask! I asked for 4 characters so if that is to much please just choose your favorite!

☾⋆*:｡ a/n: hello hello!! I don't mind doing so many, as long as I have ideas for them I'm not bothered <3 I made the reader gender neutral bc I like to keep fluff inclusive for everyone as often as possible

☾⋆*:｡ details: SFW//w.c: 1k//ft: Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson & Billy Hargrove (gn!reader)

ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴꜱᴏɴ

Eddie is all about physical contact, even if he doesn’t mean it he’s touching his partner in some way. His legs thrown over yours as you watch a movie together, leaning into your side so he can look out the car window with you or how his hands can’t just stay by his side, brushing against yours as you walk

With you being touch starved, it can be a bit much with how hands on Eddie tends to be but it’s all in good intentions. It’s his way of showing love and each little show of affection through hand holding or cuddles makes your heart melt, his solid weight against you is a welcome comfort

When he learns this about you, he almost becomes an oversized lap dog to you. Falling into your embrace at a moment’s notice because “you just looked like you needed it” and you know he’s right. Even when you can’t put it in words he just knows

Loves loves loves letting you play with his hair, it’s such a small form of physical intimacy but it means so much. His hair is soft and you take your time threading it through your fingers as to not catch on any knots, he likes when he can lay his head in your lap and watch you

He wears his feelings on his sleeve around you, making extra sure you feel comfortable asking him to hug you or hold your hand. He’ll never deny you unless the moment won’t allow for it, but you’ll always get a fleeting reassurance or touch until the moment is right

Trust me you won’t be touch starved when he’s around 

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ

Steve takes a silent note of the look on your face when he’d pull you closer to his side or offer to hold your hand, a distant glimmer of excitement that never goes away. It’s like an endless childlike amazement that you have that he adores, you treat all his touches like a blessing

Yet you never seem to ask for him to hug or touch you more which puzzles him, so he brings it up and learns about you being touch starved. It struck a chord in him, finally being able to place a word on his own feelings sometimes. Falling out of popularity also took away his time around others

Steve isn’t one to ever deny you physical contact, more times than not he’s excitedly initiating it in whatever way he can. Even when you’re both just stand around he’s pressed against your side or has his chin tucked in the crook of your neck, entirely more interested in how nice you look vs anything else going on

It all comes so natural to him, you don’t even need to express your feelings before he’s scooping you into a hug. It’s like he can sense it in the air, but he’ll brush it off and instead admit that he wanted a hug too

Will lend you his clothes if he won’t be around, it smells like all his hair products and are just as warm as him. It’s a good temporary fix but he’ll always make it up to you with cuddles later

ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ʙʏᴇʀꜱ

Jonathan is in the same boat as you, he’s never really talked about it or spared it much thought. It would only make him more upset to spend his time dwelling on how little physical affection he’s shown but when you come around his heart could practically burst at how grateful he is for you

There’s a mutual understanding between the two of you about your feelings toward touch and physical affection, you both need it just as much as the other. Jonathan loves hand holding, it’s so simple yet it’s the reassurance he needs that you’re there (and he’s there for you too)

Half of the time when one of you is craving the other’s touch, they already know it. Your hands sneaking over the dashboard and the burst of happiness in your chest when you feel his, or how smooth it feels when you both wrap around each other in a hug, lips slotting together without any hesitance or struggle

When he’s stressed sometimes it can slip his mind to give you attention, his brain is already crowded enough with worries. But all you have to do is ask and he’ll perk up immediately, his mouth in a soft little ‘o’ before it splits into a smile. You both need it as much as the other

Always asks where or how you want him to touch you, sometimes you’re feeling hugs, maybe a kiss or just simple hand holding. Sometimes you even just want to lay down, wrapped up in each other’s limbs and the presence of him. His warmth, his shaggy hair that tickles your face and the soft sound of his breathing is all perfect

ʙɪʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ

Billy is not one to get into anything like physical intimacy often. Sure he’s dated and gotten in plenty of people’s pants but it takes some vulnerability for him to be laying in the backseat of his car with you like this, doing nothing but curling up beside each other 

You’re both scared, you're scared to ask for it and he’s scared to crave it. But upon seeing how you just melt in his embrace like all your worries have slipped away into nothingness all over a little bit of cuddling has him rethinking things. He wouldn’t trade these moments for anything

In the comfort behind closed doors or late night drives you both can abandon your worries and constant overthinking about things, just seeking solace in each other’s touch. Billy cherishes these moments like precious jewels, he loves how happy you get and how you both fit together like a puzzle piece

He loves having you lay down on his chest, whether you’re both chatting with each other as you stare up at him with those cute eyes or if you're both silent and just enjoying the moment. With a cigarette hanging from his lips and you against him he could stay in the moment for hours

You being touch starved was something Billy worried about at first but he found that it wasn’t so bad, he loved all the touches and kisses you both shared even if they were under the guise of just cheering you up. He found he needed it just as much as you

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Morning Kisses and Outfits - Ifrit /Dewdrop

Domestic December - Day 7

Summary: Ifrit and Dew share a sappy morning together

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): A lot of (lazy) kisses, clingy Dew, water ghoul Dew, mutual simping

Word count: ~1.1k

Ifrit awoke to the feeling of soft kisses repeatedly being placed on his chest. His tired mind tried to ignore it at first, to go back to sleep. But the kisses were insistent. They moved up from his chest to his neck, nibbling down on just the right spot to make his eyes flutter open.

“Iffy,” Dewdrop whined against his skin.

Ifrit smiled as he became more aware. The little water ghoul was half on top of him, kissing each part of skin he was able to reach. Which was a lot, considering Ifrit had forgone wearing a shirt to bed.

“Can I help you?” He jokingly asked.

Dew looked up with a pout, leaning a little closer in a wordless request.

The fire ghoul was all too willing to fulfill said request. He could never resist that messy blond hair and needy look. He leaned in as well in order to lock their lips together.

Dew let out a happy hum, pushing harder against Ifrit’s soft lips. It was lovely waking up next to him, so warm and protected.

His moustache tickled Ifrit’s face as their lips danced together. It was slow and messy. Droll, mostly Dew’s, making its way down both of their chins. He could never get enough of Ifrit, who had such a talent when it came to kissing. He could be demanding or delicate, always delivering whichever suited the situation best.

Dew’s arms came up and wrapped around Ifrit's neck as a means of pulling him even closer. The both of them ignored the ache settling in their necks, much more concerned with continuing the act.

Time was thrown out the window, nothing mattered but the time spent together. They pulled each other yet closer, needing as much physical contact as possible. It felt like the only way they had to prove their adoration for one another.

Nevertheless, as much as they wished to spend the rest of eternity in the half-awake, loving state, the need to go about the day was growing with every minute they didn’t get up.

Ifrit slowly pulled away, “How about,” He moved in for another kiss, “breakfast?” Another kiss.

Dew pulled back with a whine and another pout, not wanting to leave but knowing he had to. He rolled off of Ifrit, back arching off the mattress with a stretch. Ifrit took the chance to admire his smooth, pale chest. The lithe physique enraptured him, nearly driving him crazy with awe. He couldn’t resist the urge to reach over and touch Dew, softly tugging on one of his nipple piercings.

The water ghoul immediately dropped back down with a squeak. He glared at Ifrit, who laid back down with a laugh. He loved pissing Dew off just a little bit, because his idea of ‘revenge’ was just more affection. And indeed he leaned in for yet another drawn out kiss, pushing his face against Ifrit’s in a much harsher manner than before. Ifrit sure didn’t complain. He sat up, his strong arms manhandling the smaller ghoul into his lap, back to his chest. His arms wrapped around his waist, hands on his ribs. His lips went to town on the water ghoul’s neck, kissing, sucking and softly biting the skin.

Dew was unable to hold in his chuckle at their shared clinginess. Ifrit’s heart swelled at the sound, stopping his assault because he couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face. He twisted Dew around to lean their foreheads together.

“You’re addicting.” He stated.

Dew shrugged, his smile shifting to a more cocky look, “I have that effect.”

Ifrit quickly shut him up by standing up without warning and spinning around with Dew still in his arms. The little man thrashed as if he wanted to escape, but his laugh gave away his joy.

Ifrit very nearly stumbled when he tried to stop swinging. He chuckled, “You’re also dizzying.”

It was Dew’s turn to shut Ifrit up. He immediately leaned in for yet another kiss, one that was instantly reciprocated.

Without breaking away from each other, Ifrit put him back down on the ground and the two stumbled their way over to the closet in the corner of the room.

“You want to,” Ifrit gave another peck, “borrow some of my clothes?”

It wasn’t a bad idea. If they still wanted to make it to breakfast, they’d have to speed things up. Having Dew go past his own room would just take away from the time they could spend together. He nodded enthusiastically, genuienly excited to wear Ifrit’s clothes. They always looked so big on him and smelled like Ifrit, which were absolute benefits.

“Well, what would you like?” The fire ghoul asked, still not being able to go more than one sentence without moving back down to prolong the kiss, “Cause I think you’d,” kiss, “look great,” kiss, “in my Sisters of Mercy shirt,” kiss.

“True,” Dew replied, also cutting himself off with a kiss, “but what about,” another, “that nice tank top?”

“I like the way you think.” Ifrit’s eyes were half-lidded in passion, not looking away from Dew for even a moment. Thus he blindly had to try to reach for the mentioned garment, as well as any pants that may fit the water ghoul.

“You should wear,” Dew interrupted himself with a millionth kiss, “one as well. We could match.” The last sentence came out mumbled and he didn’t lean in for a kiss this time. He looked at the ground, almost shy.

Ifrit lifted Dew’s face with a hand on his cheek, “I love that idea.” He gave a kiss on the forehead this time. Somehow, throughout the entire morning of sharing in each other’s passion, that felt like the most intimate gesture yet.

Dew felt even more flustered, but absolutely, fundamentally refused to let that be known. He turned to the side, digging through the closet in search of the agreed on outfits.

Ifrit didn't stop him, not wanting to force him into an uncomfortable position. Dew gathered himself again, a little frustrated with his own behaviour and wanting to turn it back around.

When the clothes had been found, Dew handed everything over to the fire ghoul, before reaching over for his sweatpants. He pulled him closer by them, looking up at him with a smirk before shoving them down for him.

“Better hurry up. We’re running late.” Dew teased.

Ifrit stood in contemplation for a second. They were indeed running late, and he himself was starting to get hungry. Then again, he could also push Dew against the wall and keep him occupied a little longer.

It was an easy choice to make.

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