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Gilded Cage: Giant!Johnathan

This took me forever to make so please enjoy. Warning might be ooc. Contains cursing, injury, and Dio

(Y/n) was always an adventurous girl, dreaming about exploring land, sea, and even sky. Mama always told her she was a bit odd, no such thing as a castle in the sky. “If god made humans to fly, they would be born with wings”. However, (Y/N) kept on dreaming.

“(Y/N), you silly girl, come down here at once.” (M/N) scolded her only daughter as she sat on a tree branch unladylike, skirts splayed about. (Y/N) groaned before jumping to the ground, much to her mother's dismay.

“What is it mother?” The girl questioned causing (M/N) to put her hands on her hips. “Have you fed Milky White yet?” Chores all her mother had for her were chores. Feed Milky White, wash the clothes, milk Milky White, go to market, sweep the floors, do the mending. It was all too much. For once she’d like to step aboard a ship and go somewhere new or fly like a bird far away from miserable chores.

” Yes, I did mother.”

“Well, go brush Milky White since she won’t stop crooning.”

(Y/N) sighed as she stomped past her mother. Sure enough, Milky was mooing on the top of her lungs. “I’m coming Milky!” (Y/N) shouted as she ran to the cow.

The barn was a small wooden building since (Y/N) and (M/N) were poor. Firewood lay outside in a sloppy stack, causing (Y/N) to trip over a log, cursing. Milky’s barn stank to high heaven. When’s the last time she had fresh hay? “Ugh Milky, you need a bath.” (Y/N) swatted at the air to get rid of the horrible smell.

“Moo.” Milky groaned in protest. (Y/N) grabbed her harness, bell tinkling as the two walked in the direction of the river.

The river was a beautiful pristine blue with it being so clear you could see the rocks at the bottom. (Y/N) took off her shoes and stockings before plunging into the cold water. Milky looked in amusement as her owner splashed around with childish joy. Squishing the mud between her toes, (Y/N) called out. “Come in the water Milky. It’s great.” Milky rolled her big brown eyes before trudging in the water.

Splashing about and scrubbing Milky the girl was able to see sparkling white color of her fur being revealed as the sludge disappeared. Having the time of her life she laughed carefree. This is what life is all about.

“Ouch” (Y/N) cried in pain and something sharp hit her in the head. Feeling her head for blood or scratches, she found the source. A gold coin.

” Milky treasure fell from the sky, it’s a miracle!”

The cow lows in response before getting out of the river.

“Wait Milky, you’re not done!”

The girl chased the mischievous cow home to her mother who was ecstatic at the gold coin. The two were able to make a good week off said coin until they were back to worrying about money once more. The mother thinking practically about her daughter getting a job or getting married to someone rich, while (Y/N) still longed to travel to far off places and spread her wings as a young adult.

(Y/N) was running as fast as her legs could carry her to market. (M/N) would surely scold her for forgetting to get the eggs from the market. As she ran, she bumped into a strange looking man with a mustache. “I’m sorry sir.” Looking up at the stranger she could see exactly how strange he was. He wore a white suit with a strange, checkered hat and had a handlebar mustache. "It's quite alright miss (Y/N), it was an honest mistake." (Y/N)'s eyes widened.

"How do you know my name?" The strange man chuckled at the girls fears not at all easing them. "I have a knack for finding out names." The man put a finger to his nose before jumping into the air and landing on the cart behind him. Awed by his acrobatics the girl forgot about the creepy man's knowledge. "Care for a sandwich?" The man asked the girl holding out a delicious looking sandwich. Though (Y/N) had nothing for breakfast or dinner last night she eyed the stranger warily. "I haven't poisoned my own sandwich. Here." The stranger takes a bite and chews it before holding out the other half. Carefully, the girl accepted it. Taking a bite, the girl sat with the man she just met.

Honestly her mother would have a field day about how angry she'd be. First the eggs and now she's eating food with a stranger given to her by a stranger. However, food was hard to come by with being so poor, so it would be worth it. "So, miss (Y/N) where are you off to?" The mustachioed stranger asked. (Y/N) hummed while devouring the sandwich. "Mmket." The man laughed at her stuffed face and inability to speak. (Y/N)'s face flushed as she swallowed the food. "I said the Market." The man nodded and stood up. "I was heading there too care to go together?" Still not knowing what the stranger's name was, (Y/N) was sure her mother will kill her if she accompanies this stranger, but she wasn't there. Smirking a little at the thought the girl nodded grinning devilishly. The man laughed once more as he grabbed his mule and hitched it to his cart. "We're ready to go!" The man snapped a whip causing the mule to go forward. (Y/N) had never ridden in a cart before so she was loving every second of it. "By the way what's your name?" "William, William Antonio Zeppeli."

Stretching her legs out lazily, the girl turned to the man to ask him a question."So, Mr. Zeppeli where have you come from?" Zeppeli's cheerful expression disappeared. A solemn look overtook his face. "I have come on most dire circumstances from my home country of Italy." (Y/N)'s eyes widened in excitement. "Wow you came from Italy!" Zeppeli expression softened slightly before turning to the girl. "Yes, it is a very beautiful country. I was lucky to grow up there." (Y/N) was amazed the strange man came to England all the way from Italy for- Oh my god he was going to tell me, but I interrupted. (Y/N) slapped herself in the forehead, causing Zeppeli alarm. "Signora (Y/N) whatever was the meaning of that?" "I interrupted you while you were telling me why you were here; my mother would scold me for having absolutely zero manners." Zeppeli laughed at the girl's apology, ruffling the girl's hair. "No need to worry about that, you're an inquisitive youth. Reminds me very much of my son." A sad expression filled his eyes before he shook it away. "How about you tell me about yourself?”

"Me?" The girl was confused. There wasn't much to say about her boring and insignificant life. "Well, I'm 19 to be 20 on (b/d). I like to climb trees and swim in the river near my farmhouse. I don't have a friend in the world besides Milky, my cow." She paused realizing how boring her life sounded. "Oh, and my dream is to explore the world like father used to do!" She finished before turning to the Italian man. "That's pretty much it." The man chuckled at her enthusiasm for adventure. "You should travel some while you're still young, might find someone to marry and settle down with." (Y/N) wrinkled her nose at the subject of marriage. "Marriage isn't worth its weight in gold! I'll never get married as long as I live!" Zeppeli laughed at (Y/N)'s bold declaration. "You are quite the charmer Signora (Y/N), it's a shame that no man will have the pleasure of calling you his." Angered by his choice of words, the girl kicked her feet out, sprawling out even more. She was a free spirit and would stay that way as long as possible.

If only she knew . . .

In the market it was more bustling than usual, villagers flitting around trying to find the best deal on items. Mr. Zeppeli stopped his donkey Arturo at the front of the market square. Sliding of Arturo's back Zeppeli held out his hand for (Y/N) to take "This is where we part ways Signora (Y/N), may you find those eggs and perhaps explore more of this beautiful world." (Y/N) ignored the man's hand and hopped down on her own, brushing dirt off her skirts. "It was a pleasure talking to you Mr. Zeppeli, may you change your mind on marriage and women's independence." With that she strutted off most indignantly to find the stall that sold the best-looking eggs.

Looking around at the items for sale she felt her heart hurt at the expensive prices. We may have to do without eggs. She thought to herself. She stopped admiring a shiny new compass with delight, picking it up into her rough (s/c) hands to admire it further.

"STOP thief!" What? She didn't steal anything! Placing the compass down, she raised her arms above her head to avoid suspicion. A skinny yet muscular looking blond man ran past her with a loaf of bread in his hands. He must have stolen it. Her mother always told her that stealing was wrong, so this man needed to be stopped. Chasing after the man she too yelled "Stop!" He turned around confused at the new voice, narrowing his eyes at her he smirked. Then bolted towards the woods. Dear lord, all this for some eggs. Running as fast as her legs could she ran into the woods.

Tired, thirsty, and disoriented (Y/N) wandered through the woods. Gasping for breath she stopped by a tree to rest. Catching her breath, she realized she didn't recognize this space. Huffing to herself she decided to climb a tree to see if she could recognize the surrounding area. Scrambling up a tall oak she could see the blond she followed in a clearing. Cursing loudly to himself, it was clear he was lost too. She smirked deviously at the blond below. This was going to be fun. "OooooooOooh" she wailed from her perch. The blond turned around whipping his head about. "Who's there?!" He shouted causing a wider grin to form on her face. "YOou shooudln't haveee stolen ooooh." She continued. "Oh bugger off!" The thief snarled, pulling out his knife, though he was clearly shaking. "Face the punishments of-" Snap

"Ah!" (Y/N) screamed as she fell right on top of something: squishy? "Mgh mmm!" Oh no she was dead for sure. Hopping off the thief (Y/N) scurried off to try and escape. "Hey you!" Oh no. "You almost killed me you silly wretch!" He seemed to be getting very angry at the girl. (Y/N) began to cry in fear. "I'M SOOOORRRRY SIR, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" The blond jumped back at the girl's outburst and raised an eyebrow. "Kill ya why would I kill ya?" (Y/N)'s sniffles died down. "Because you have a knife." She whimpered. The blond looked offended before putting away his knife. "If I'd known it was a girl I wouldn't have pulled a knife."

"What did you think it was?" (Y/N) sniffed. The blond's face turned pink as he mumbled something under his breath. "Huh?" (Y/N) asked clearly confused. "Look I thought it was some bloke in the trees!" He said hurriedly. The girl gasped before punching the guy in arm. "I don't sound like a bloke!" (Y/N) screamed while punching the man in the arm. "Ow damn it woman you hurt me! What kind of mannish whore are you?!" "You take that back!" The two tussled until it became dark. "Ow it hurts!" (Y/N) whined rubbing her bruises. The thief laid on the forest floor gasping for breath. While wheezing he began to laugh "You fight hard for a girl, I'm Robert E.O. Speedwagon!" He held his hand out for the girl to take, which she slapped away. The blond was taken aback by her boldness. "You hurt me and you're a thief, why would I accept a scum's hand?"

Speedwagon stares at her angrily "I'm doing what I have to survive, do you want me to die?" (Y/N) was confused. Was she being naive again, picturing the world in black and white? Robert didn't seem too bad, but he stole and fought. Yet he seemed kind. She didn't know what to think and quite frankly could see some exceptions to her mother's rules like now. "Well, if it's for survival I don't see how it can be wrong." (Y/N) responded causing Speedwagon to grin. This was the start of a lovely friendship.

Life was great for (Y/N) for a while. She and her mother may be barely getting by, but she spent a lot of time with her new friend Speedwagon. Also, every once and a while (Y/N) got a conversation with Mr. Zeppeli. Adventure was something that the girl was able to bring to her life. However, (Y/N)'s world was about to come crashing down with the news her mother gives her one day.

"(Y/N) we have to sell Milky White." (M/N) announced as the two ate a meager breakfast. (Y/N)'s fork fell to the ground with a clatter. Her throat felt very dry. "What?" was all the girl managed to squeak out as her mother's solemn face never changed. "(Y/N) how often has Milky given us milk?" (M/N) asked the girl, which led the girl to think. Milky wasn't giving milk as often as she used to. She had been the family's cow ever since she was two, when dad was still alive. "She gave us milk two weeks ago." (M/N) sighed at her daughter's optimism. "(Y/N) that was eight years ago." No, it wasn't. It couldn't be. Milky may be old but she was a member of the family. Tears formed in (Y/N)'s eyes. "What's going to happen to her?" (Y/N) asked her mother desperate for any answer where Milky would be okay. (M/N) shrugged and picked up her plate.

"She'll most likely be slaughtered." (M/N) said nonchalantly much to (Y/N)'s despair. No. (Y/N) ran out the back door towards the barn, struggling to hold back tears. Stumbling into the pen (Y/N) landed on Milky and cried into her fur. Milky was her first and only friend for a while. "Oh Milky, what are were going to do?" The cow licked the girls cheek after sensing her sadness, causing the girl to giggle. Looking out the window (Y/N) came up with a bit so brilliant idea. "Milky, we have to run away."

Grabbing the cow was easy but negotiating the rough, rocky terrain was hard. "Come on Milky, we've gotta leave." Mother would be worried, devastated even, but she never understood. She tried to change her daughter because she didn't want her to end up like her father. So what? She would die when she did. She just wanted to explore. To make a name for herself too-. "Signora" Zeppeli! "Mr. Zeppeli please take me with you!" Zeppeli's eyes widened. "Signora what on Earth are you talking about?" Zeppeli almost fell off his cart in shock. Tears formed in the girl's eyes again as she squeezed the rope that Milky was attached to tighter. She was ushered over to sit by Zeppeli and she told her story. Zeppeli's face grew solemn as she finished, soaking in all the details. He stood up and unhitched his mule.

"You must return home to your mother at once." (Y/n)'s jaw dropped. "What?!" Zeppeli looked her in the eye and put a hand on her shoulder. "Please signora, you must not drop your family over this. She is your only parent no?" (Y/N)'s face flushed pink as she wiped her tears. How stupid was she? She was going to leave her mother all alone over a cow. Milky was important to her but wasn't a human. She couldn't talk to (Y/N), feed (Y/N), or scold (Y/N) when she was naughty. Milky was great but wasn't her mother. Zeppeli was right.

"Mr. Zeppeli I need to go home but first I need to sell Milky, but this will be hard." (Y/N) trailed off thinking about who would care for Milky like she and (M/N) had all those years. Zeppeli stared at (Y/n) a moment or two before his eyes lit up. "You say you want Milky to be happy no?" "Yes" (Y/N) said with resolution. Zeppeli pulled out a hefty looking pouch and tossed it to her "I'll buy your beloved Milky for a fair price and I promise I'll take good care of her." (Y/N) caught the bag with a huge grin, embracing Zeppeli with all her might. "Thank you Zeppeli, for everything." Zeppeli froze, before returning the embrace. "My pleasure bambina."

(Y/N)'s mother searched every place she could think to find her mischievous daughter. She wasn't trying to break the poor girl's heart but her job as a seamstress was hard enough to feed one mouth, let alone three. When she reached the market, she was going to weep from stress and anguish. Her daughter had run off with the cow and left the older woman all alone. No one had seen her. Oh, how she wished that her husband was still alive, he could have set that girl straight. He'd know what to do. It was just pessimistic, hard-working (M/N) who never wanted to marry or have children. But she loved her husband and her daughter. Defeated and tired the woman went home to find her daughter covered in dirt and smiling. "My darling imp! Where have you been?!" "I was at the market and I sold the cow to a friend, look how much I've made!" (M/N) smiled as she reached for the heavy bag of what she presumed were coins. "Oh, you've done it (Y/N), let's count how much you made." Smiles made their ways to the two's faces and the women sat at the small wooden table to count coins.

Chink

Beans, green beans came out of the bag.

"(Y/N) my darling, where's the money?"

"It was in the bag mother."

"Oh. What are the beans for darling?"

"What?"

(Y/N) knew she had blown it when her mother showed her the beans. Her mother's sweet and contented face turned to anger. "You ran off with the cow to bring home a bag of beans! I should have known you would do this! How dare you come home with these. These!" Her mother tossed the beans out the window. Turning her violent rage back to her child, she backhanded the poor girl, who cried out in pain and misery. "To your room at once and don't even think about supper or breakfast or anything to eat. I ought to sell you, you foolish girl!" (Y/N) ran from her mother who melted to the floor a wept bitterly at the family's misfortune.

(Y/N) tossed and turned in her bed that night, wondering why she had been so foolish to trust Zeppeli to help her in need. Speedwagon had told her not to trust that man and she did. Why was she so naive and trusting? Night passed on and soon she fell into a bitter sleep. Only to wake to her room being ingulfed in a darkness. Huh? The girl turned to see a massive leaf covering her window, a bean plant leaf. Rushing to the window, she brushed the green curtain aside to see a massive, twisted staircase leading to the heavens. A beanstalk. It was early morning, and the house was quiet meaning no breakfast would be made anytime soon. Her stomach growled in protest. She might as well explore. She hopped onto the leaf and began her asencion into the sky.

(Y/N) panted with exhaustion as she was in the sky now, the little farmhouse a spec beneath her. She reached out to a cloud and touched it. Puff. A gentle softness filled her fingers. Solid yet squishy. Rolling over and laying on the cloud she waited and rested. Not long had passed before she fell into a deep sleep.

Johnathan Joestar was a giant. Proud, strong, rich, and powerful giants were his descendants. Unlike his descendants he disagreed with how they viewed humans. While many were brutish and downright nasty like his half brother Dio, he was gentle and kind to any human he saw. How he longed to join the humans who worked and played beneath his manor in the clouds. A pity he was tall and horrifying to any who saw him, standing thirty feet tall. He sighed as he took a walk with his giant dog Danny. "Woof!" Danny was running ahead before he stopped to sniff and bark at something in the clouds. "What's the matter Danny?" Danny persisted in barking at the item he found on the ground, barking like there was no tomorrow at it. Johnathan leaned down to inspect what his loyal companion had found. A human. A human girl. A pretty human girl sleeping peacefully like there was no tomorrow. Johnathan blushed as he watched her tiny chest go up and down with every breath. She could be squished, fall through the thin portion of cloud, or worse be found by Dio. No! Johnathan wouldn't allow that. Carefully scooping the human girl up in his giant hands he walked in the direction of his manor, Danny barking excitedly by his master's side. He smiled thinking about all the things he talk about with his new friend.

(Y/N) woke up feeling a softness that rivaled the cloud she was sleeping on earlier. Wait rivaled? Opening her eyes, the girl saw a large expanse of blue. Was it an ocean? How long was she out? She looked around to see what looked like a wealthy's man's bedroom but larger. Way larger. While trying to reorient herself (Y/N) felt the ground begin to shake as stomping was heard. Quickly (Y/N) hid in the wedge between the pillows. Peeping out (Y/N) let out a gasp. A giant man came into view as he looked around the room in search of something. His light sea blue eyes held a deep kindness to them but (Y/N) wasn't taking any chances. "You can come out now, I promise you I won't hurt you." No no no no. (Y/N) sunk further into the crack between the pillows, praying to whatever deity would listen that this man wouldn't find her. Unfortunately, the gods were feeling spiteful as a large blue followed her every move like a spotlight. "There you are."

(Y/N) shrieked as she found herself being lifted into the air by a giant hand. She did everything she could think of to get out of the giant's grasp: biting, pinching, kicking, screaming as loud as she could. Soon dissolving into sobs when she realized it wasn't working. Johnathan's eyes softened at the clear misery of the poor girl, before shushing her gently. "It's okay I won't hurt you I promise, I just wanted to talk to a human." The girl continued heaving dry sobs as he set her down on his shoulder and sat on his bed. (Y/N) was overwhelmed to be completely honest it was too much for her. Calming down a little she scooted closer to the giant man's ear and whispered. "Who are you?" Delighted Johnathan beamed brightly. "My name is Johnathan Joestar and you are in my manor, I've never seen a human this close but am delighted to meet you Ms. . . . "

"(Y/N)" she weakly replied. "Pleasure to meet you Ms. (Y/N) that is a very beautiful name."

The girl and the giant spoke for some time Johnathan was able to make her laugh for a bit, getting her more comfortable with him. She told him about her life with her mother, how they were poor, how she had to sell the cow, and how she ended up there. Johnathan told her about his father, his dog, his life, and his half-brother Dio.

"I must warn you that my brother comes to my house at random times, and he hates humans. He'll eat you if he finds you here." At the word eat, (Y/N)'s stomach started to growl. Johnathan chuckled at the girl's stomach. "Sounds like you're hungry. Come I'll prepare you some food." Johnathan walked into the kitchen with (Y/N) on his shoulder. In the kitchen there was more food then (Y/N) had ever seen in her life. Links of sausage and hams left to dry. Cheese wheels big enough to feed her entire kingdom. Fruits that were big enough to live in. "I didn't finish my breakfast, so I'll let you have as much as you want." Johnathan smiled offering a hand for the girl to land in. Eagerly the girl jumped onto Johnathan's palm and waited for him to land it on the table. Eggs, bacon, toast, beans, and even slices of delicious looking apple. It was all too much for the girl to take in as she went on a munching frenzy. Eating here and there with the loving and caring look of Johnathan watching over her. She was happy and full as she munched and chatted with her new giant friend.

Boom boom boom!

Johnathan had a panicked look on his face as he grabbed the girl and placed her in the oven. "Dio is here, don't make a sound." Johnathan told the girl who nodded. Suddenly, a handsome yet evil looking blond came stomping into the room

"Well, well brother what's this that I smell?"

"Whatever do you smell dear brother?" Johnathan asked while peeling some potatoes.

"I smell the stench of human in my home. Now tell me where is this human I smell?"

A cold shock of fear ran down (Y/N)'s spine, was Johnathan going to tell on her? Was she going to be boiled with those potatoes? She was too trusting once more. She waited for the conversation to end and for her to be cooked in the oven.

Johnathan's face remained neutral as he began to slice some carrots. "Whatever do you mean brother? You must smell the human you ate days ago in this house." Days? (Y/N) gulped as she heard him say this. Dio sat down at the chair Johnathan sat in earlier. "What a disgusting mess you cooked brother." Dio laughed as he insulted Johnathan's cooking. What a nasty man. He reminded (Y/N) of those brutes she and Speedwagon had fought off at the market. "Yes, Dio I have been rather sloppy recently. Why don't you enjoy some of the Shepard's pie I've cooked?" Johnathan grabbed a vial of something a dropped a bit of it into the pie, before handing it to Dio. Dio smirked and took a bite. "You know Jojo I think this is one of the only things that you cook that isn't complete shit." Jojo smiled a big fake smile. "Thank you for your kind words, Dio." Dio turned and smirked before snapping his fingers. "Jojo bring me the family gold so I can count it while I eat." Gold? Johnathan sighs and walks into the other room. Dio sniffs the air and glares. Standing up and searching for the offending stench.

(Y/N) curled up further into a ball, squeezing her eyes shut, praying to whatever god will hear her that Dio won't find her. "Somewhere there is a human, Jojo thinks he can fool I, Dio, but he is an idiot to think so." Oh god no. Dio sniffs the air before turning to the oven. “Poor Jojo, thinking he can fool me. Well, I’ll admit he was clever to hide this human in an oven but no matter. Let’s have look now.” Sweat began pouring down (Y/N)’s back as she shook furiously. He was going to spot her and roast her alive. Scrunching further down in the corner she hid her face in her hands, prepared for the wicked giants crimson eye to peak into the oven. “Dio have you no manners.” Jojo was back! “Jojo, I was simply curious about how hot you kept the oven to make the Shepard’s pie.” Liar filthy liar. Jonathan sighed before placing a heavy sounding bag on the table. “Here’s most of the gold. Enjoy counting our late father’s wealth.” Dio face lit up with greed as he grabbed the bag. “Much obliged Jojo.” So the two sat at the table silently with the only sound being the sound of gold scraping the table. (Y/N) could only imagine how much money was in that bag. It made her imagine what her mother would say if she brought home all that gold.

“(Y/N) my beautiful, brave girl. You’ve saved our farm and our lives. You can travel the world as much as you please and make a name for yourself.”

Nah she wouldn’t say that, but she would be grateful. Wrapped up in her thoughts she was surprised when she heard a thud followed by loud snoring. Cautiously, the girl peaked an eye through the grate in the oven door. There Dio lay sound asleep, and would you look at that, he dropped the gold coins he was holding. She was startled out of her thoughts as the door to the oven gently swung open. Johnathan sent a gentle yet sheepish smile. “Dio left one of his potion books open, which might have had a sleeping potion recipe inside.” Jojo held out a hand for (Y/N) to jump into which she gladly hopped onto. Climbing back to Johnathan’s ear she spoke gently yet with some hurry in her tone. “It was lovely meeting you Jojo but I’m afraid I have to go." Johnathan’s kind blue eyes turned sad at his friend's words. “Alright but before you go, promise me you’ll come back tomorrow.” Johnathan’s statement sounded a tinge desperate however (Y/N) smiled a nodded. “Yes tomorrow.” Johnathan smiled before placing her on the floor and guiding her to the door. Once outside she almost kicked herself. The treasure was right there, and she foolishly wasted her opportunity. Then again, she would feel guilty stealing it from someone as sweet as Johnathan. However, it was for her mother and herself. As she climbed down the beanstalk, she solidified her will to steal just a few gold coins the next time she went to Johnathan's manor.

The next day, (Y/N) woke up bright and early to make the journey up the beanstalk uninterrupted by any outside forces. This time coming prepared for a wide haul with a worn brown leather satchel wrapped around her chest. She'd at least come home with one coin to prove to her mother that she isn't useless. Stretching her aching muscles, (Y/N) began her climb. Pulling herself up bit by bit and leaf by leaf. Finishing her climb after a shorter rest than last time. Two beady black eyes met the girl as she reached the clouds. A giant Great Dane was now on its haunches asking to play. Its tail causing tremors in the air causing the young girl to flail backwards. She could feel herself falling to her death when a familiar warm hand caught her. “Danny naughty boy. You almost killed our guest.” The dog, oblivious to his owners scolding, barked happily and continued wagging his monstrous tail. Johnathan turned to face the human in his hand. “(Y/N) this is Danny, my family dog.” Danny barked joyfully and spun around causing the girl to laugh. “Nice to meet you Danny.” (Y/N) said cheerfully while doing a mock curtsy to the dog. Johnathan chuckled at the girl’s actions before placing her on his shoulder. “I’m glad you’ve returned (Y/N).” (Y/N) smiled at her giant friend and playfully spoke into his ear. “Why wouldn’t I come back?”

Johnathan’s mood instantly dropped as he sat down on the clouds. Danny clumsily sitting beside the giant barking for pets. Johnathan stroked his dog’s ear affectionately before looking wistfully off into the distance. “I’m going to tell you this only because you are my friend but promise you won’t stop visiting me.” Seeing her big friend sad the girl nodded vigorously and barked a confident yes out. Johnathan began playing with the clouds like they were blades of grass as he sighed and began his story.

“Before my mother died it was my father and her, both were fascinated by humans. My mother would often build little replicas of human houses and villages and my father would buy little dolls to go in them. They always wanted to visit the humans below but then they had me and things changed…”

” My mother was determined to meet humans, so she planned to take the sky bridge with my father and me to see the humans. Everything was set to go except the carriage crashed. My mother didn’t make it leaving my father and I the only members of the family. My father grew heart broken by the loss of my mother and ordered the sky bridge be destroyed. He never spoke about humans again and would lecture me if I ever expressed my own interest in them. For a while it was just my father and I and Danny of course, but that all changed when Dio came. He would always suck up to my father and turned my friends and own father against me. What even worse is that he owns half of the manor and fortune which means I have to be nice to him in my own home even when he’s cruel to me.”

(Y/N) listened intently to the blue haired giant and felt a tear coming to her own eye as she heard his voice become shaky and saw a tear streak down his cheek. “I’m so sorry Jojo.” Was all the girl could muster as (Y/N) could have never guessed her friend had gone through so much. Jojo’s solemn face turned to one of joy as he picked the girl up and patted her head with his finger gently. “It’s all right now because I have you.” The girl smiled and leaned into Johnathan’s touch. “Yes, you have me.”

With those words the girl sealed her fate …

Speedwagon was worried. He hadn’t seen his friend (Y/N) in weeks, and when he did she had new clothes and shoes and a proper handkerchief to keep her hair out of her face. She would smile and wave at him but he felt something was off. When they talked she would speak about some man called Jonathan Joestar, which he wasn’t jealous of at all. Nope, not Speedwagon. It’s just every time she would stare at the clouds wistfully, he felt his anxiety grow. Was Johnathan a good man or was he taking advantage of his sweet yet naive friend? She could take care of herself but he couldn’t help but wonder what trouble she had gotten into. “Robert!” Speedwagon snapped out of his daze as his (h/c) friend was right in front of his face with an annoyed expression.

” Yes (Y/N)?” (Y/N) groaned as he looks confused at her expectant face. “Did you hear anything I said?” (Y/N) pouted pressing her (lip color) lips out cutely. Speedwagon blushed at his thoughts. Cutely? He always thought of (Y/N) as a little sister: rambunctious, adventurous, and very very annoying. However, seeing her so happy and clean for the first time in a while, Speedwagon felt his heart flutter. “You’re still not listening.” (Y/N) pouted even more before pinching his reddening cheeks. Speedwagon pushed her away her assault of his cheek. “Oi quit poking me you dummy!” The girl gasped before hitting him. “I’m not dumb I’ve got my edumacation!” Speedwagon snicked at her mistake. “What?! Did I say it wrong?!” Speedwagon was full belly laughing at his friends mistake. “No, I consider myself edumacated too.” Speedwagon howls with laughter after his comment. (Y/N) proceeded to chase Speedwagon down and tackle him. The two wrestled until (Y/N) pinned Speedwagon down. “Got ya I- “Speedwagon couldn’t resist as his planted his lips on hers. He blushed hard at the closeness and her being on top of him. (Y/N) blushed to before squeaking and pushing him away.

“What the bloody hell was that?!” Speedwagon turned redder at his friend’s anger. “I thought we were having a moment.” Speed wagon mumbled before turning to get up and walk away. “Wait!” (Y/N) grabbed Speedwagon’s before kissing him again. The kids was brief and unexperienced but the two were red in the face afterward. (Y/N) shyly turned away and said. “Wanna come over to eat? Mums making roast.” Speedwagon beams and nods as the two walk away hand in hand.

The preparation was done. Johnathan looked at his work smiling happily. It took him weeks, but he finished the beautiful replica manor. The bathroom and kitchen working with all the functioning appliances anyone could desire. All it was missing was a doll. Johnathan placed a replica doll of a certain (h/c) into the manor next to a doll of him. He picked up the doll and placed it near his ear. “What’s that (Y/N) dear you wish to be married? Well, I’m sure we can be as soon as I find a way for you to be giant or I could become your size.” Johnathan rambled on while holding the doll close. He could almost hear her calming voice whispering in his ear. It had been weeks since her last visit and his was already going crazy without her. Sighing dreamily, he laid down on his bed turning to face the doll. “She couldn’t have left me forever, could she?” He used his fingers to make the doll shake its head no. “Of course, not she loves me, and I love her, more than anything in the world.” Johnathan’s musings were interrupted by Danny’s barks. It must be her! Leaping off of his bed he bounded down the stairs to see-

Dio smirking and standing at the foot of the staircase. “Hello Jojo, excited to see me?” Ah well I guess someone as small as her couldn’t open a door as big as his. “Yes, I am elated to see you Dio.” Johnathan said dryly. Dio laughed at Johnathans change in mannerisms. “Come now you looked so happy Jojo! Could it be that you are waiting for someone else?” Dio tone changed drastically as he began to climb the stairs. “Dio drop it.” Johnathan’s voice changed from dry to fiery as Dio ascended the staircase. “Oh no Johnathan, you’ve been hiding something from me, so I won’t drop it.”

Dio forced his way into Johnathan’s after much protest from the blue eyed giant. “What’s this dear brother, playing house with a mysterious woman? What embarrassment of a giantess have you possibly met?” Johnathan’s anger boiled he had to deal with constant taunting and manipulation from Dio, but he drew the line at Dio insulting you. “Enough she’s not an embarrassment and I think it’s time you leave!” Johnathan raised his voice and pointed at the door. Dio’s amusement turned to vitriol as his crimson eyes narrowed. “Are you kicking me out Jojo?” Johnathan met his gaze with an even fiercer one. “Yes I’m saying you need to leave this house and my life for good.” He wouldn’t have had the courage to tell Dio off if it weren’t for you. Aren’t you amazing? However this moment of triumph was cut short with Dio sending a strong right hook to Johnathan’s face.

Johnathan fell to the floor and clutched cheek is shock. “You have no right to tell me what to do Jojo! You’re worthless nothing compared to me, and don’t ever forget that!” Dio spit on Johnathan’s curled up form. With that Dio stormed out in a fit of rage, not before kicking Danny on the way out. Danny came upstairs to his master with his tail tucked between his legs. Johnathan stroked Danny’s head and sighed. “Damn Dio, that horrible selfish bastard! Next time he’s here I’ll kill him!” Danny licked his master’s bruising cheek as the two lay on the floor side by side.

(Y/N) smiled to herself as she made her way up the beanstalk. Two days after her kiss with Speedwagon, she set her mind on one thing. Getting enough money to allow her mother to live in peace and traveling the world with Speedwagon. First, she must tell Johnathan her plan. As her giant friend hadn’t gotten a visit from her in a while she simply had to tell him that she would be going somewhere far from England. Giddily she hummed while climbing the stalk up to the familiar clouds. However, there was no Johnathan or Danny to greet her. Stupid, of course he wouldn’t wait there for weeks on end for her. Hoisting herself up to the clouds and scolding herself, she made her way in the direction of where she last saw the manor. Sure, enough the Joestar manor stood proud upon the clouds in all its glory. She walked up to the large front door and knocked as loud as she could. “Jojo it’s me (Y/N)!” She shouted as loud as she could. No answer. Fiddlesticks what was a girl to do. (Y/N) then saw an open window on the side of the house leading to the kitchen. (Y/N)’s eyes lit up as she determinedly waltzed to the side of the house. Being as small as she was compared to the house. The bricks functioned as a nice climbing wall and the vines on the side a good support.

Climbing was exhausting and (Y/N) was gasping for breath. She severely underestimated the length of the climb. Good thing she was in semi good shape as she reached the windowsill. Panting for air she lay staring at the top of the window. When she caught her breath, (Y/N) swung herself into the manor through the window. The kitchen was quiet . . . too quiet. "Jojo?" (Y/N) called out while leaping to a counter and down to the floor. "Hello?" Walking out of the kitchen she made it to the hallway. Maybe he's not home but where would Johnathan be?

Smack!

(Y/N) felt her world blur as she was grabbed by a pale hand. The spin made her feel nauseous as she struggled to reorient herself, the grip got tighter and tighter. "Oh, what's this little mouse doing in my house?" A chilling feeling filled every orifice of (Y/N)'s body as she met a set of crimson eyes. "What a pity, expecting Jojo but instead it was I Dio!" Dio began to laugh evilly at the girl's misfortune. "I must admit you-" Dio stares at her with narrowed eyes before he began to laugh again. This time much louder and more unhinged. "This is the doll Jojo was playing house with?! Oh, Jojo you buffoon, falling in love with a human of all things!" Dio's laughter died down as he squeezed even tighter. "At first I was just going to eat you but now I think I'll wait until dear Jojo comes home to savor my victory."

Dio placed (Y/N) into a glass jar and screwed the lid on tight. (Y/N) pounded her fists on the jar but it was no use. Slinking down in the jar, (Y/N) began to think of all that went wrong in her life. First the beans, then meeting Johnathan, then stealing from Johnathan, and now being killed in front of her blue haired friend. Meeting Johnathan wasn’t a complete mistake but it did lead to her current misfortune. (Y/N) curled into a ball and began to cry. Leaving here was hopeless and she was done for.

Dio had left the room only to come back with a hen and a harp. “Lay!” Dio shouted at the hen, which laid a golden egg. Satisfied he turned to the harp and shouted “Play!” The harp then began to sing a beautiful melody and strum its own string. The gentle lullaby lured the blonde giant into a deep slumber. (Y/N) saw all of this from her glass prison. She must escape and get those items. Johnathan wasn’t coming to save her so she must save her own life. Looking to the steep drop from the table was suicidal, there must be some other way to break the glass. Tears seeped into her eyes again at her precarious situation as she hit the glass as hard as she could with her fist.

Pain, deep insufferable pain throbbed through her body. Her hand was most likely broken. However, (Y/N) didn’t stop as she hit the glass again and again, only stopping to fully ram her body into the side of the glass.

Shatter

The glass jar broke leaving a very wounded yet free (Y/N) inside. (Y/N) tied her handkerchief around her bloody hand and began to crawl down the table. Determined and powered by a rush of adrenaline (Y/N) crept up the table leg to the table not stopping till she reached the hen. Tearing a piece of fabric off her dress the girl wrapped the fabric around the bird’s beak and grabbed the bird. Thinking about what to do with the harp the girl reached out and brushed the harp before it cried out “Master! Master!” Oh no. Dio’s eyes snapped open and he gave her the nastiest look. “Thief!” (Y/N) quickly grabbed the harp and ran down the table and towards the kitchen window. Dio made chase and swiped at the girl. Running as fast as she could (Y/N) leapt onto a table leg and climbed on a spice rack. Dio grabbed a frying pan and was intent on smacking the girl into oblivion. (Y/N) managed to dodge and grab a sausage link a swing herself to the safety of the sink. Hopping onto the windowsill the girl jumped, holding the chicken over her head. The chicken flapped its wings desperately, slowing down the fall from the window. Dio roared with anger and slammed the door open. (Y/N)’s heart was a drum in her chest as she squeezed the chicken and the shrieking harp close to her chest. She didn’t stop running until she found the beanstalk and climbed as fast as she could. “Master save me!” The harp screamed. “Shut up!” (Y/N) wheezed as she continued the climb down. Dio was following quickly in a blind rage. Fortunately, (Y/N) was quicker as she reached the bottom nimbly and ran towards the farmhouse.

(M/N) was surprised to see her daughter running towards her covered in blood holding a chicken and a screaming harp. “Good heavens dear, what have you-“ “The axe! Get the axe mother!” (M/N) was startled by the urgency in (Y/N)’s voice but heard thundering footsteps from the sky and roaring. The woman turned to her daughter a shakily nodded. Running to the shed she saw a stranger with a mustache and a strange hat holding the axe. “Quick (M/N) get this axe to your daughter!” (M/N) stood confused as all get out as to how this strange man was in her barn but simply took the axe and ran to her daughter.

By now Dio’s booming voice had drawn closer and (Y/N) stared nervously at the sky. Hearing shouting she saw her mother and a face she’d never thought she’d see again. “Mr. Zeppeli?” “The giant is getting closer (Y/N), chop with all your might.” (Y/N) took the axe and began to chop.

Thwack

”Ow!”

(Y/N)’s arm was badly injured from breaking the glass and bent at a weird angle. She couldn’t chop anymore.

Thwack

(M/N) grabbed the axe from her daughter and began to chop furiously at the beanstalk.

“Foolish human, I’ll grind your bones to make my bread! Teach you to steal from I Diooooo-“

The beanstalk snapped in half and tipped to the side. The giant climbing fell with a thud and hit the earth. As the dust settled Zeppeli walked over to the crater where the giant lay. Zeppeli carefully examined the giant. “He’s dead, (Y/N) you killed him.” (Y/N)’s eyes widened at Zeppeli’s statement. “M-me?!” Zeppeli chuckled and ruffled her messy hair/headscarf/head. “Yes you killed this awful giant and brought back your spoils of war. I think we should call you (Y/N) the Giant Slayer.” (Y/N) blushed before pushing Zeppeli away. “Wait a minute you’re the one who got me in this mess!” Zeppeli looked down at the ground in shame. Eyes turning glassy with remorse. “I will forever be apologetic towards my actions Senorita, you just remind me so much of (F/N).” This time it was (M/N)’s turn to be upset. She walked up and smacked the mustachioed man straight in the face. “Listen here you Italian bastard, you have no right to mention my husband’s name after almost getting my girl killed and you!” (M/N) turned her anger towards (Y/N). “What made you think climbing a strange plant was a good idea. I knew I should have cut it down and I-“ (Y/N) placed her least injured arm on her mother’s shoulder. (M/N) looked at her child’s wild eyes with anger but then it dissolved into love. “You foolish girl, don’t ever think about leaving me childless too.” With that the two embraced as the sun began to set in the distance.

Zeppeli was leaving to distant lands. After all monster slayers don’t stay in one place for too long, however he wasn’t alone. At the docks stood a (e/c) girl with a wide grin and an arm in a sling. On her left an older woman wiping her tears on a cloth and on her right a taller blond with a scar of his face staring at the girl with love struck eyes. With all the gold the hen could produce and the harp for company, (M/N) had to let her daughter go. She insisted on waiting for the arm to heal but the (h/c) was too eager to go and explore her next chapter of life that she begged and begged and begged until (M/N) gave in. Speedwagon of course was sent to accompany the girl but (M/N) shot him a knowing look and told him to “not give a grandchild too soon”. Others lined the area of the docks behind the trio whispering about (Y/N) the great Giant Slayer and her exploits in the clouds. Everything was looking up for (Y/N). “Did you pack matches, bandages, extra clothes?” (Y/N) chuckled at her mothers worries. “Mama I’ll be fine, I’m a grown woman. Besides I’m (Y/N) the Giant Slayer.”

(M/N) just sighed and placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Please be safe dear, I've only got one daughter." (Y/N) hugged her once more. "Dear I think it's time we got a move on." (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at Speedwagon. "Dear?" Speedwagon blushed at her mocking tone. "I just thought that I-" (Y/N) interrupted Speedwagon with a kiss on the cheek. "It's cute." The two then boarded the ship off onto a new adventure in the land beyond.

This wasn't how she meant to return to England.

The village she once knew and loved was destroyed but by whom? Giants of course. They heard of the death of Dio and wished to seek revenge. It had been months before a letter from a concerned townsperson had made its way to her asking for her immediate return. Walking through crushed houses and trampled fields she couldn't help but wonder if she had done the right thing by leaving her home unprotected.

Taking a walk to what appears to be the main source of the destruction she has to cling to Speedwagon in horror. Her house was destroyed in sitting in the middle of the rubble was the crying harp. (Y/N) walked up to it gently and picking it up in her arms. "What happened to you?" The harp looks up at (Y/N) and shrieks in fear. "It's your fault that he's come back and is going to kill us all!" (Y/N) grew confused at the harp's statement before her eyes darkened. No, it couldn't be him. "Dio..." Speedwagon looked at the girl he loved with a look of confusion. "Who?" (Y/N) turned to him gravely "We need to check the crater." Sure enough, the body was gone. "I should have known he wasn't dead." Speedwagon looked on in horror at the empty crater. "I thought you killed him but the body... it-it's gone!" "Speedwagon get the bag that Zeppeli gave us." Speedwagon's look of horror grew greater. "But-but Mr. Zeppeli said to only use it for emergencies!" (Y/N)'s eyes narrowed at her partners words. "Don't you think I don't know that! My mom's gone missing and that's an emergency!" Speedwagon's eyes softened at (Y/N)'s words. "Let me come with you." (Y/N) pulled out her knife before taking the bag from Speedwagon's trembling hands "No this is between Dio and I, you need to be safe here. Also, Zeppeli will be alone if I die." Speedwagon's eyes began to water. "You can't say that I love you!" (Y/N)'s eyes calmed down as she sighed at her lover's pain. She faced Speedwagon and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Just for good luck." was all she said before planting the single bean into the ground.

The familiar stomping grounds lay before her, unfortunately she had some unfinished business to complete. Making her way to the manor that stood ominously before (Y/N), she slipped under the crack in the door. The manor lay quiet and still as if no one lived there. Dio could be anywhere.

The stomping of feet broke (Y/N) out of her stupor and she jumped behind the nearest object she could hide behind. Instead of the blond giant (Y/N) was met with the blue haired one instead. He was busily scurrying around and humming the wedding march. Danny came in following, tail wagging. “Oh Danny just wait until (Y/N) gets here, all the preparations are ready and it’ll just be us and her!” Preparations? What preparations? “Bark!” Danny responded happily while wagging his tail. “Yes Danny you’ll have a new master besides me. We’ll be so happy together, I just know it!” (Y/N) was thoroughly confused, was Dio not alive? Well, that’s a relief. Still…(Y/N) didn’t know who destroyed the farmhouse and took her mom. She’d need to look for more clues.

Danny’s nose begins to quiver in the air and he begins sniffing around. Oh no he must have smelled her, if Johnathan sees her then she won’t be able to search for clues. Quick thinking she grabbed a jar out of her bag with a small furry creature in it. Nothing a little fire rat can’t do. Opening the jar she set the rat on the floor, causing it the scurry about and set the floor it touched on fire. Johnathan and Danny took the bait and ran to the scene of the fire. (Y/N) felt a little guilty for burning up Jojo’s family home, but she had work to do.

Climbing the giant stairs took longer than she thought but she was on the second floor of the manor. (Y/N) stared at the infinite amount of doors thinking which to choose from. However this was narrowed down to one as she heard crying from the inside of one. Scrambling under the door she peaked through to the other side.

It was a familiar room. In fact, it was the first room she’d ever seen in the house. Johnathan’s room. Strange. The crying sounded like it was coming from the little doll house on the floor. It was a cute doll house resembling the Joestar manor down to the tinniest crack. (Y/N) entered the front door and marveled at the detail inside. It looked just like the foyer of the Joestar manor down to the flaws. A sinking feeling filled her chest as (Y/N) heard the crying coming from upstairs.

Climbing the stairs carefully (Y/N) peered around the corner down the hall. The door that looked like it lead to the miniature version of Johnathan's room was where the sobbing was the loudest. Opening the door (Y/N) was met with a face she had hoped she wouldn't see. Her mother lay trembling in a cage of sorts like a decorative canary. (Y/N) was disgusted with her mother's inhumane treatment. Did Jojo do this? "Mom?" (Y/N) couldn't stop the words from spilling out of her mouth.

Her mother made eye contact with her and gasped with her hands over her mouth. "(Y/N) is that really you?" The girl ran over to her mother and placed her hands over the older woman's. "Mother, how did you get in here?" Her mother began shaking and tears formed in her eyes again. "(Y/N) you need to get out of here! I don't know what he wants from you but he-" "Mother who's he?" Before your mother could speak the thunderous footsteps came running up the stairs.

"Get back here you scoundrel, you'll destroy my hard work." Jojo caught the fire rat which let out a squeak in his hands. Crap Jojo! (Y/N) remained perfectly still as the giant sauntered over to his prized possession. Peaking through the window with his large blue spotlight of an eye. "Good it's not damaged. Are you alright in there?" He called out to (M/N) who blanched at the familiar voice. "Him" was all (Y/N) had to hear before she understood. Her gentle giant had a darkness that may be greater than his wicked half-brother. Quickly (Y/N) scampered out of the sight of the giant, while (M/N) continued her weeping. Johnathan opened the house and reached out to pat you mother's head.

"There, there, everything is alright. Soon your daughter will be here, and you can give me permission to have her hand in marriage." He turned to look at her before squeezing the cage, tighter than he should. "You will do that right?"

The look in his eye was too dangerous to disobey, causing (M/N) to squeak and nod instinctively. You couldn't stand for this, just what had he done to your mother?

"Jojo?"

His eyes lit up at the sound of the girl's voice, unaware of the atrocities he had committed in (Y/N)'s name. His eyes roved towards your form with nothing but pure joy. Crushing the rat in his hands accidently he reached out to your form beaming brightly. "(Y/N) where did you go; I was so lost without you!" The girl in question stepped back with a distrustful expression on her face. Immediately Jojo's expression changed.

"Why what's wrong dear, I thought you'd be happy to see me after you left for so long." Johnathan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, his delusion splitting apart. (Y/N) stepped cautiously away from the giant and reached for a dagger in her pocket. "Why do you have my mother?" Jojo's eyes saddened as he put down the cage and went to eye level with the girl. "Other giants attacked your village, crushed your house, and tried to have you killed. I managed to stop them but who's to say more won't come and try to kill you?" Wait they did? Is that true? That explains the wreck her village was in. "They want me dead?" Johnathan nodded sadly before beaming brighter than before. "I know! You should live with me, I'll tell them your ship sunk before it arrived and you can stay with me and your mother for the rest of your life!" No, no, no! What Jojo was saying was crazy! (Y/N) was a wanderer in her heart and soul, so she could never stay in one place for the rest of her life. Shaking her head (Y/N) replied: "I can't stay with you Jojo, traveling is my passion." Jojo frowned before his eyes darkened. He snatched (Y/N) up in his hand and brought her to his face, anger burning in his eyes.

"Is it because of him?!" Jojo shouted anger coursing through his veins. He knew it was ungentlemanlike but he grew angry with her excuses. Why couldn't she just love him?! (Y/N) was filled with fear at the sight of Jojo's anger. Sure, she fought plenty of monsters in her time abroad, but this was more personal than anything before. "Who Jojo?" (Y/N) squeaked out causing the anger in the giant to rise. "That damned blond you came here with, is it because of him that you won't stay with me, that you won't love me." Jojo's sad tone at the end confused the girl to no in. Jojo loved her?

Slam.

She snapped out of her thoughts to see herself in a golden cage. It was painstakingly beautiful for a bird, but not her.

"Jojo let me out!"

Johnathan looks back at you sadly but shakes his head.

"I'm afraid I can't because how will I be able to protect you against the world?"

"This is madness."

"Love can be madness my little canary."

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Rained In

Malleus Draconia x Fem! MC! Reader

Prompt: MC and Grim get caught in a storm and have to find shelter in Diasomnia…

Note: If you see Grim spelled as "Grimm" please send a reply on the fic and let me know! I'm used to spelling it as the Grimm brothers or Billy & Mandy Grimm so it's second nature to add the extra "m" in.

Cheers!

A harsh storm was hovering over the Night Raven College. Intense, downpouring rain and tornado-level winds made it impossible for any brave soul to dare venture outside or risk being attacked by mother nature.

Both you and Grim were of the poor unfortunate souls that got caught in the storm on your way back to the Ramshackle Dorm. It really didn't help much that your dorm was farthest away from the main school than the other dorms.

You had no choice but to run inside the Diasomnia dorm or risk getting struck by lightning. You whined as you looked down at your clothes and hair that was soaking wet.

Poor Grim's blue flames were meer smoke.

"This sucks!" He shook and you shrieked as he sent water droplets flying.

"I'm already wet!" You snapped.

Grim paid no heed and tried to spark his ear fires again but they only continued to sizzle.

"What are we going to do now?" He grumbled crossing his arms.

"Now, we need to talk to Malleus about staying the night," You sighed.

"Malleus?!" Grim yelped.

You ignored his evident fear and headed into the main lodge. Your shoes squished under your toes and you so desperately just wanted to peel your uniform off.

When you arrived in the lounge area you were surprised to see many of the dorm students had blankets and sleeping bags laying on the ground.

"What's going on here?" You said out loud.

Lila popped over with a small pout, "A portion of the dorm has flooded so we decided to have a slumber party. Thankfully Malleus decided to allow a few of his friends to hang out in his room."

"Oh, that sucks."

"So what are you here for darling? Did the storm blow you in?"

"Unfortunately," You nodded slowly.

He reached out and gently touched your hair frowning at how it was dripping. In fact, as you looked down you felt horrible for leaving puddles trailing behind you and Grimm.

"Come to Malleus's room, I'm sure he'll let you get cleaned up!" Lila grinned.

You followed him through the halls and noticed in one of the condemned halls there were many buckets and plastic totes collecting leaks of water.

"I can only imagine my dorm..." You mumbled sadly.

You were just renovating your dorm too but it still had cracks and holes. Would you even have a dorm to return to?

At last, Lila arrived at a door and gave you a charming smile before knocking. The door swung open revealing Malleus.

"Greetings!" Lila blurted, "I found this drowned rat-"

"Hey!" Grim barked.

"—and this poor young lady wandering in the Diasomnia halls in desperate need of shelter."

Malleus hummed and turned to you scanning your absolutely drenched, shivering figure.

"Can I please stay here? And maybe use your shower?" You made your best attempt at puppy dog eyes and it seemed to work.

With a smirk, Malleus nodded and allowed you to step in. Lilia made himself right at home hopping onto the dorm leader's bed.

"Lord Malleus can she please spend the night here? I would love a cuddle buddy," The smaller man snickered well you rolled your eyes at his flirt.

"Cuddle with Grim." You spat.

"Aye!" Said cat spat.

"The bathroom is over there. Use it as you need well I set up a sleeping arrangement for you."

"Thank you so much Malleus." You sighed, "I hate being a bother."

"No need (Name), I can't find a reason to throw you back out into the rain."

With that, you hurried to the bathroom and quickly peeled off your damp clothing. Not even your bra was safe from the cold dampness of rain.

Hopefully, they would dry properly in the morning. Once you were naked you slipped into the stall and started the hot water.

God did it feel good to have a nice warm shower. Your poor fingers and toes were bright red with frostbite. Once you were plenty warm you slid out of the shower and dried yourself off.

That was when you quickly realized...you didn't have a spare change of clothes.

Fuck.

You would have to ask Malleus for some but that would be embarrassing. Especially considering you were...EHHH! You should've thought of it ahead of time but you were impatient with the promise of a hot shower.

You swallowed and wrapped a towel around you tucking the end into your cleavage.

You cracked the door open the slightest and peeked your head out.

"Umm...Malleus...I apologize but I...I don't have any spare clothing and um..." If your skin wasn't flushed from cold it was flushed from embarrassment now.

You avoided eye contact as Lilia held a smirk behind his hand.

"Of course." Malleus coughed and hurried to his dresser pulling out a shirt and lounge pants.

"Here. This should be adequate." He held it out and you thanked him, cracking the door open just a little more to get the clothing.

"Thanks!" You slithered your arm back in and slapped the door shut.

You could hear Lilia's laughter behind the door and you groaned at how awkward that interaction was. Thankfully your underwear was the sole surviving clothing and slipped them on before you slid on his shirt.

It smelled just like him which was rather...nice. It was also more of a dress than a shirt on you which was super comfy. When you tried to slide on his lounge pants they were far too big and they kept slumping to the ground.

You finally settled for just wearing his shirt as a nightgown. You hung up your clothing onto the shower rack to let them dry and stepped out. To your horror Sebek and Silver had also joined in the "bedroom sleepover" and you were not exactly in covering clothing.

"(Name) is here?" Silver questioned.

"Did the pants not fit?" Malleus asked, ignoring the boy's comment.

You silently nodded not trusting your voice with how much embarrassment you were feeling. You stood there awkwardly before joining Grimm on his bed carefully pushing your hands down over the shirt to keep from flashing.

Underneath the quiet atmosphere, the rain pelted and lashed at the roof well thunder rumbled and growled causing the ground to tremble.

"This storm is horrible..." Grim grumbled.

It was evident he didn't like storms by how he was practically hiding under the fae's covers.

"It's alright. It's like background noise." You shrugged.

"So what do magical boys do during a sleepover?" You questioned.

"Play games, drink tea, watch a movie, talk." Lilia shrugged.

"Hm. What movies?"...

Sure enough, Malleus had quite a collection of movies—many in the horror genre. However, you settled on a comedy and soon your mood eased.

You were laying on your stomach on his bed with Malleus sitting beside you. The others were in the sleeping bags on the floor. Snacks were scattered around the room but you were the sole protector of the popcorn bowl. Sometime during the middle of the 3rd movie, you started feeling your eyelids get heavy.

It was early morning and thankfully it was the weekend so you didn't have to worry about school tomorrow. When Malleus dared to glance over you were on your side passed out cold cuddling his body pillow.

Your arms clutched it tight well your legs draped around it. Grim was laying on your side snoring softly. Malleus smiled and allowed you to rest as the others finally submitted to sleep...

#twisted wonderland x reader #twist imagines #twisted wonderland #wishingstar #twist #twist x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #reader

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dairy-farmer · 2 years

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God that Twitter that recent anon linked in so good.....we need more doting, fucked up bat fam content for real. They don’t want him to be out there fighting or working or talking to others. Tim just needs to stay in his daddy’s mansion and his family’s warm, safe arms and let them take care of him.

The outsiders, the heroes, the young justice team, his classmates— they’ll all try to spread lies of independence into his mind.

The bats sacrifice so much for their city. Can’t they have this one thing? One happy, beating heart to adore in this shriveled, dark city?

Besides, Tim a such an affection-starved, sweet, strange little thing. He needs them. He gets sick so easily, he’s so small—

I hc Tim as autistic and that can really play in here because it makes the batfam view him as more vulnerable, sweet, adorable— but unfit to be on his own. His little stims, the way he likes to rub and press against them like a happy cat, his strange, obsessive interests— he needs to stay with them, where he can be loved and accommodated and appreciated.

Other children would mock him, they think, would take for granted the way he wriggles happily in a pair of warm arms, and the way he goes all slack and safe and quiet wrapped in a blanket or between a pair of firm thighs or crushed slightly beneath someone who loves him. He’s not safe in crowds, which are too loud for his sensitive ears.

It’s horrible what his monsters for parents did to him, they think. Making him mask, forcing him to be this miserable little automaton instead of the dependent, affectionate weird boy they adore.

And only they will provide Tim the love he needs in other ways. The way sensory comfort is incorporated into their methods of domming, kinks that are maybe strange but all boil down to Tim’s complete trust and adoration for them. It’s an honor, that the filthy outside world would waste.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love this because 100% they press down on tim while fucking him.

like a weighted blanket. they just cover tim completely and just...squish him and tim loves it, letting out soft sounds as they fuck into his cunt, rocking into him while kissing his cheeks and giving him praise.

sometimes tim wants them to squish him and usually that leads to them pulling down pants and moving panties to the side so they can press in. maybe they don't fuck immediatly. maybe they just like to stretch tim's cunt with their cocks. tim doesn't care, he's here to be pressed, to have his body squished because it makes him feel secured and special. tim borderline purrs, closing his eyes and slowing his breathing.

sometimes tim is in and out of sleep, coming back to awareness as a cock fucks softly into him and tim moans, letting out soft whines as a hand snakes between his legs and fondles his clit to make sure he feels good too.

tim snuggles deeper into the blankets and closes his eyes, relaxing his body until he feels that familiar slide inside him. a cock presses into his wet folds and a warm body hugs tim tight. kisses press to his cheeks and his nose and tim smiles, wiggling slightly, unable to stop the vibrations of excitement as they fill each one of his limbs.

a chuckle sounds out of the body on top of him and tim curls his toes as a blinding shot of pleasure shoots through him. he whines into the mouth that covers his and clenches around the thick cock inside him that always fucks him so gently and exactly the way he likes.

it's nice being so loved.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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magnoliamyrrh · 6 months

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i always hated wearing shoes as a kid. pressure calms me down (like I like socks w pressure on the middle of the foot) but i always hateeed shoes. it would drive me nuts that they would squish my toes together and i couldn't rly move them properly, it felt unnatural and restrictive and horrible and it bothered me so often. i had to learn to just get used to it over time but still, took me long. i always had a thing too when i got a bit older w not being able to stand what i felt like were my toes being too close even when i took my shoes off; something in my muscles felt messed up and id always try to spread them out to get rid of the feeling

i kinda clacked it up when i got older to neurosis and my general weirdness (and i still dont like shoes lol im always barefoot as much as i can b),,,,, but learning recently that the shoes we wear today fuck up our feet makes so much more sense. like, theyre squishing our feet unnaturally and leading to issues and narrowing our feet an fucking up our toes and our bone structure and all these other things and its like .... oh. our feet are naturally much wider and dont look like this. lol i was right on to not like that shit and feel weird abt it and not like having my feet be slowly malformed

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet lies [03.final]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. toxic! megumi, SEXY TOXIC MEGUMI 🥵, toxic college settings, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, explicit smut, car sex, biting, scratching, sukuna is a sex god, MEGUMI WITH A LIP RING, slight angst

note. FINALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES AAAAHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS SERIES TYSM FOR EVERYTHING! lotsa lub lub for each and everyone of you! anyways let me just say...sweet lies sukuna can politely rail me.

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

It’s…a different story when you have to move back and forth between your newly made acquaintance slash fuck buddy, Sukuna, to your actual fuck buddy and crush, Megumi.

Sukuna’s polite enough to not meddle into your business as he’s promised, which you’re extremely thankful for, but you should’ve known the bubble of happiness would pop the moment you stepped out of your apartment. You’ve left your phone unattended and on silent, earbuds always placed inside to ignore Megumi’s calls.

It’s funny, actually, that he’s never replied much to you before other than occasional dick pic and ‘you awake baby?’ but ever since you’ve been…pre-occupied, suddenly you’re on top of his contacts.

You grumble at the vibration of your phone, Megumi’s name flashing on the screen. Back then, you would’ve soared and jumped to pick up the call, voice sultry and toes pointed at the ceiling as you try to keep in your giggles. Now, you’re dreading it, glaring at his annoyingly handsome contact icon that used to make your heart skip a beat. You’re studying in the library and have been doing a terrific job at avoiding him so far, and today won’t be any different.

With a sigh, you completely flip your phone upside down and turn back to your book. You’re on the second line of the paragraph when you feel large, warm hands caress the back of your neck, tilting you upwards to meet his curious – and certainly annoyed – blue eyes.

“Babe,” Megumi drawls out, minty breath fanning your cheeks.

He looks absolutely stunning today, plain and casual yet so handsome in just a black hoodie and sweatpants, his dark hair slicked back to reveal his forehead. For a guy who sure pounded into your skill he had no interest in you that went beyond sexual, he sure did know you well enough, the slight tugging of his lips a sign he could easily read through you. It makes you huff away from him, scooting – trying is the keyword – away from his touch. Megumi’s persistence leads him into you placing you right above his lap and cages you between his arms, chin on your shoulder and his breath floating over your ear.

You can’t help but squirm in embarrassment. Half of the students in the campus library have turned to look at you, and Megumi merely smiles at the attention, audacious enough to kiss the shell of your ear.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him! In reality, you really do want to fuck him.

“Why have you been ghosting me?”

“I wasn’t ghosting you, Megumi, it’s called being busy. You ever tried doing homework?”

“You’re so mean to me today,” he pouts, but that pout soon brightens into a smile when you scowl at him. Megumi, albeit never really paying attention to you, your facial expressions have registered as second nature to him now. It doesn’t take much before you soften under his hold, still as mushy as ever, and the nasty fucker basks in it proudly. “There’s a party tonight at Okkotsu’s house, said his parents were away in Greece or some rich family shit. Wanna come and get wasted with me?”

“I don’t know, Megs, I have an essay to finish…”

“Come on, it’s just one night. It won’t hurt,” he shrugs and sways you to side to side, causing your heart to sway side to side in giddiness. It’s this – moments like this – that really fools you into believing Megumi likes you. And that sweet lie only turns sweeter from his words that drip like honey, “Plus, I’ve missed you. Can’t think straight when we’ve been apart for too long, baby.”

You pretend to think about it.

That slight falter in a split second brings about a waver in Megumi’s confident you didn’t think would be possible. Not that you can blame him; you never did have to think about it whenever he invites you to fuck around with him. In fact, you say yes a lot faster than he can ask you something, but something’s been changing you lately – or rather someone.

In the end though, you’ll circle up right where you belong.

Relishing in the rarity of having Megumi coddle you with kisses and affection, his perfume still as boyish and vanilla that deluded you into his faux aura of a sweet boy, you melt one more time. Hopefully, it would transition into a one last time before Megumi’s completely wrapped you around his finger.

“Fine. I’m leaving if it’s too noisy though.”

“Awesome,” Megumi chirps, pulling you in for a long, solid kiss. It takes you back by surprise that you end up wide-eyed above him, stiff hands on his shoulders as you feel him smile through the kiss. Then, just as you’re about to kiss him back with the same passion, Megumi separates himself from you and squeezes your ass. “Promise we’ll have fun, babe. I’ll even bring extra condoms.”

You’re not surprised he left afterwards.

But are you hurt? Most definitely so.

Fuck Fushiguro Megumi.

You were going to leave him, block him, ignore him, avoid him, and carve him out of your heart for good. It’s what you deserve – to be freed from such a toxic guy like him. His pretty face shouldn’t be an excuse for you stick around any longer. That party…well, it would be your last one, you’re never going back!

Still, it’s not that easy to let go. Years of following him around with puppy eyes and spreading your legs open for him like it’s the most natural thing to do isn’t just going to disappear in a day.

It’s for closure, you lie to yourself. That’s all it is – you just need closure. So for one last time, you’ll fuck around with Megumi, then you’d leave him. For good this time.

And yet – your mind still races back to him. His throaty, boyish laughter and the stupid way his eyes crinkle into half moons, his large hands slapping his knees when you tell him a really silly joke. Okay, he didn’t really laugh that much because he’s already passed out in the times you crack jokes after sex, but the few times he did, though? It’s magical, beautiful, phenomenal.

He’s so awful yet so irresistibly charming it’s a huge tug of war between your rational mind and foolish heart.

You couldn’t focus anymore in the library. If you wanted to pass your exams, you need to be somewhere that won’t remind you of him, in a place where a stronger aroma would conceal his lingering scent. The best option was to hang around in a local café closer to your apartment than on campus, and you’ve completely ditched your usual get up to just opting for lookinglike a complete shut in – bags under eyes, heart torn over a stupid boy, the usual Iced Vanilla Latte with the condensation sticking to the wooden table and soft lofi music playing in the background – it’s just the perfect atmosphere for you to wallow in self-pity.

And wallow in self-pity you did, your cheeks squished against the pale furniture while you sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. At the back of your head, Megumi is still giving you one of those slow, long kisses reserved for only when he’s half-sleepy, your heart doing insane back flips as you reminisced whatever moments you once had.

You’re so lost in your own train of thought you fail to hear the scraping of a chair, followed by a heavy body plopping across you. “Well, this is kind of gloomy…”

At the sound of that awfully familiar, deep voice, you sit up straight in a frenzy. Sukuna smirks at your reaction as he loudly sips from his matcha latte – which you would’ve never thought he likes – and sits back at his chair, legs crossed against one another. Unlike Megumi, he doesn’t seem to pose any other malicious intent, so you bury your head in your arms, wishing for the ground to just open up and eat you already.

“I’m sleep deprived and haven’t eaten anything except Red Bull and coffee,” you try to explain, “I look horrible.”

“Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous all the time.”

From under your arms, you scowl at nowhere in particular, ignoring the heat rushing from the back of your neck. Sukuna didn’t seem to be flirting with you, and one peek at him swirling his straw inside his cup proves your theories.

However, the offhanded compliment falls so naturally from his lips it takes you a back, and not in a good way. Defensively, you cross your arms against your chest. You knock your toes against Sukuna’s knees under the knees to get his attention, the taller man peering at you under his lashes, tongue innocently swirling around his straw.

I fucking hate men! – is what you want to say, but something different comes out. “Why are you even here? Aren’t you asleep in the morning because of work?”

“It’s my day off,” he sets his cup down, placing his chin on both of his palms. Sukuna’s gaze travels from your face down to the abandoned papers before you, a scowl immediately making its way to his face. “Got too bored to cook so I came here for a light snack. As for you…ew, are you doing essays? I hated that shit in college.”

“Yeah, I hate it too,” you numbly agree, “Can barely function right now.”

Sukuna’s eyes lit up the moment you nearly fall on the table again, his palm quick to caress your cheek. If he can feel the intense heat of your skin from the sudden gesture, he makes no comment about it. Instead, Sukuna hauls you from your seat, nodding to your bag and papers before he rushes you out the door.

When Sukuna said he could make you feel better, the last thing you thought of was going to the nearby park. Now, you find yourself sitting comfortably with him, aggressively licking on the vanilla ice cream he’d gotten you from an ice cream man that passed by. It’s a great way to kill the time – or just to enjoy the day despite the rough start – because the sunlight feels warm on your skin, the trees above you shading you from extra shade.

Next to you, Sukuna is surveying his ice cream with the least interest, his brows furrowed as he notes, “Your crush is toxic. I suggest you cut ties with him and get it all over with.”

In part of making you feel better, Sukuna’s subtly given you clues you could tell him whatever’s going on in your mind. It makes you wonder if maybe you’ve been that obvious that even Sukuna could read you, but you’re thankful that he understood, because you really did want to rant about it. Your friends are just a one call away, but they’re not any better. They’ll keep claiming ‘Megumi just needs time’ because they know it’s what you want to hear to make yourself feel better. Though, every once in a while, you needed to talk to someone who could actually slap the harsh reality at your face, and who else would be more suitable than a mature adult like Sukuna?

Looking at him now, the contrast between your roommate and your crush is immense. Where Megumi is all bark and no bite, all needy and never giving, Sukuna’s silent and compliant, an extremely good listener with the patience of a monk.

“It’s not that easy.”

“Yeah it is. Just block his number and avoid him. He’ll get the answer soon enough.”

“You don’t understand,” you groan in defeat. Sukuna faces you with worry written all over his face, seemingly tender in comparison to the tattoos marking his skin. Sometimes, it’s so easy to forget he’s actually a lot more decent than Fushiguro fucking Megumi, but you end up slipping anyway, turning to the sky just as tears prick at your eyes. “I…I love him, okay? I’ve always been in love with him even though I know I’m just someone who warms his bed. I know that much and yet…I can’t seem to let him go.”

Sukuna is silent for a full minute. You thought he’ll offer you some adult wisdom only people like him would now, but Sukuna simply snorts, happily licking at his ice cream as if you didn’t just break down in front of him. “Shit’s tough then.”

“You’re great at comforting, you know that?”

“Oh, I wasn’t comforting you,” he smiles and pats your knee, “Come on, let’s go home. I know just how to take your mind off things.”

With the way he’s caressing your thigh and his voice turned an octave lower, you chastise yourself for feeling aroused when you wanted to cry just seconds ago. But his fingers are inching closer and closer to your inner thigh, and he’s warm and strong – so fucking nice too that perhaps fucking him wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

But like always, Sukuna never fails to surprise you.

You expected he’d take you right to his room the moment you’ve crossed the door, but Sukuna dashes for the TV before carrying a huge blanket and heaps of pillow. You watch there, stunned. He makes quick work of fluffing the pillows before grabbing your wrist and pulling you above him the same way Megumi did a while ago.

The only difference? Your heart doesn’t skip a beat. You’re not intoxicated by his scent. You’re not trying to squirm away from him nor do you feel like a silly little schoolgirl who’s fallen in love at first sight.

Where Megumi is deceivingly charming, Sukuna is more like a strong pillar to lean on, which you do exactly. Your head rests on his shoulder, both of your legs tangled under the blankets he’s covered you with. He’s blinking as Tangled plays on the TV, the faint sensation of his fingers playing with yours comforting and way too comfortable. It should feel weird to hang out with a guy like this without him wanting to shove his dick deep inside you minutes later (your movie marathons with Megumi never really finish as previously planned) but with Sukuna?

It feels natural. It feels great. It feels like home.

You’re gaping at him long before you realize it, one of your hands absentmindedly playing with the strings of his hoodie. Sukuna hums along to I Have A Dream with a small smile on his face, one that forms into a playful glare as he catches you staring at him. “Don’t look at me like that. Disney is a classic.”

You fight back a smile. “Wasn’t complaining,” burying yourself deeper into his warm embrace, you’re lulled into an early slumber with Sukuna’s humming combined with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

His plan worked efficiently – for a moment, you forget your heart was aching to begin with.

After screaming internally for a good hour and a half, you arrive at the party anyway. The stench of weed, alcohol, and sex hanging thickly in the air is more than familiar to you by now. You ignore the catcalls you receive as you make your way to Megumi and fuck, he just had to look even sexier tonight.

He’s ditched his e-boy getup with a plain white shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, a Converse, and that black leather jacket he always refused to wear. Megumi really woke up and chose violence today, the minimalistic silver chain around his neck only adding to his appeal. You should’ve run away then – he literally screams trouble – but you’ve never been one to shy from that. Truth be told, you’re only pulled in harder, swaying your hips side to side as you sashay to where he’s laughing along with his friends.

Clearing your throat to get his attention, Megumi finally lays his eyes on you.

You’re glad you took the extra time to dress in your best outfit today – a lace orange mini dress that accentuates your cleavage just enough for a tease, paired with black combat boots and a white purse slung from your shoulder. Pride pumps through your veins when Megumi steps away from his friends, his hands encircling around your waist almost possessively. He smirks through your hair, those addicting lips trailing lower and lower down to your neck until, “You smell like another man.”

Now that you weren’t expecting. He doesn’t seem to be mad, perhaps a little jealous judging by how he’s grinding his crotch to your abdomen and tugs you closer, but this is Megumi in the question. He never gets jealous, so you flatten your palms onto his chest, eyes daring and red lips upturned into a smirk as you ask, “Why do you care?”

Megumi raises a brow – which really shouldn’t have been such a sexy thing – at your spunk. Normally, you’re too sweet and submissive to him, never would’ve even dared to dress something as revealing like this, but maybe you’re tired of being sweet.

Maybe this time, you wanted to match Megumi’s spice, fight fire with fire.

Megumi chuckles above your lips and swipes a thumb over your lower lip, humming when the coating doesn’t stain his fingers. He’s mentioned before he hates washing the lipstick off his dick, and the fact you remember that has him groaning at your ear. Unsurprisingly, Megumi’s already hard. He nibbles at the shell of your ear, possessive hands brushing over your collarbone as a silent promise of what he’ll be doing to you tonight.

“Like I said, this pussy is mine.”

You should say no. It’s evident in the darkness of his eyes he’s daring you to say no, but it’s too much. The cramped space that diminishes space until it becomes a myth, his hands rubbing circles at your hip, the glint of his new lip ring under the disco lights and anything, everything about Fushiguro Megumi just makes you feel so weak you can’t say no.

Satisfied with your silence, Megumi sweeps you upstairs. There’s already a round of Truth or Dare going on with a bunch of drunk and half-high college students, the lights red and the aroma of weed thick in the air.

It bothers you so you stick close to Megumi, nose stuck at the collar of his leather jacket. He’s not satisfied with just you sitting next to him; Megumi is territorial. He makes sure you’re comfy and using his lap like a throne, clasping both your hands in your lap while he boredly stares at his friends. Okkotsu Yuta, the host who used to be super shy in his freshman year but became one of the most sought after guys in his junior year, sits across from you in the circle. He’s already giggling in his drunken state while Nobara Kugisaki makes the mistake of choosing dare, flinging her bra straight at a very enthusiastic Yuuji.

They spin the bottle and it lands straight at you. Megumi hums in anticipation at the crook of your neck, his little sounds mixed with his heated touches sending fire straight down your core. It’s inebriating to have him this close, but you need to keep a straight head if you want to survive.

Fighting the arousal pooling at your stomach, you offer a flat smile. “Truth.” As expected, the crowd isn’t pleased. They holler, “Booooo,” with their hands cupped around their mouths, the others snickering at you, though you’re quite satisfied with the safety of your choice. You could be crazy with Megumi, but being crazy around others isn’t something you’re comfortable with.

Thankfully, Yuta shushes the crowd dramatically with a threat he’ll kick them out with his infamous Katana that’s been passed down by an ancestor. Once everyone’s calmed down, Yuta smirks at you, eyes wiggling as he asks, “Who’s the best dick you ever had?”

You don’t think twice about it. Someone else’s face pops up for a split second, but it’s so natural, so obvious that you would say – “Megumi.”

“Speak louder, baby, they won’t hear.”

“It’s you,” you suddenly grow shy at the attention, whatnot with Megumi shamelessly trailing hot kisses down your neck now for everyone to see. He’s shameless as he rocks you back and forth on his thigh, all the while keeping eye contact with the other guys whose eyes are zeroed in on the swell of your breasts that are an inch away from popping out from your dress. It’s the best time to submit, the perfect time to give him what he wants, and his expert hands prompt his name out of you with a single suck at your neck.

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Damn, Megumi, you’ve trained your bitch well.”

“’Course I did. My dick does all the disciplining,” Megumi cups your jaw to tilt your face at him, cooing at you as you flush embarrassed from everyone’s snickering. “Aw, don’t pout baby, it’s all just harmless jokes. You know I treat you like a goddess when we’re alone.”

“Yo, man, get a fucking room!”

Megumi ignores Yuuji’s comments and makes an offhanded comment the latter is just jealous because he hasn’t had his dick wet in days, ensuing a close dog fight between the guys. Maki has to step in and kick the strawberry haired boy back to his seat, scolding her cousin to back down. Meanwhile, you cling to Megumi like a scaredy-cat, head empty with nothing but the way he’s never hold you this close and proudly before.

Just one last time.

“Megs, your turn.”

“Dare.”

Yuuji slaps his palm over Yuta who usually gives the dares. The older guy rolls his eyes but lets it slide, knowing that Yuuji could also let loose with his dares. Megumi isn’t afraid though, he stays docile around you, leaving little nibbles at your ear and even squeezing your boobs at one point. You know he’ll never back down from Yuuji’s dares, even as his eyes darken with mischief. Now, Yuuji is a nice guy, but something doesn’t quite feel right with the way he’s staring Megumi down.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room.”

Megumi freezes.

Time must’ve stopped because everyone is chanting, “KISS, KISS, KISS!” but he makes no move. You stay there, staring up at him wide eyed with your arms looped around his neck. Your heart is beating a mile a minute in your chest the moment Megumi’s eyes gaze down to your lips, smirking as he leans closer, leans down lower, and you close your eyes, waiting for the salacious kiss that would sear at the back of your mind. But it never comes and a gust of wind flies by through you, and before you know it, Megumi’s leaned over your shoulder, his hand cupping the cheek of this girl named Alicia who you’ve heard about from your friends before that she’s Megumi’s current pick.

Alicia was never supposed to kiss him back. Your friends told you, they promised you she wasn’t the type of person to fall for the likes of Megumi, and yet she’s smiling through the kiss. You’re still in Megumi’s lap but your vision is of the audience, their jaws dropped and Yuuji slapping Yuta’s thighs. “Oh, shit! That’s gotta hurt!”

You don’t think twice.

You push yourself off Megumi and run out the room, the sounds of their chaotic laughter mocking you to no end. You know – you fucking know – you’d never quite belong in Megumi’s circle. Everyone knows you’re just another one of his bed warmers, and they also know how much you’re hopelessly in love with him, begging, hoping that one day he might return your affections.

It makes perfect sense with each step you take further from the room. This has to be staged, intentional, because there’s no way Yuuji would’ve said that if he didn’t already have an idea maybe Alicia reciprocated Megumi’s feelings.

But what about your feelings?

Does no one really care? Were you really reduced to just another body count?

Your chest squeezed uncomfortably as you pushed past the crowd, ignoring everyone’s protests from how rough you were. You don’t stop until you’ve locked yourself inside a restroom, tears freely falling down your face. With trembling hands, you fall back to the floor, dialing the only person you could trust right now.

He picks up not three rings later, voice still gruff and laced with sleep. “Hello?”

“S-Sukuna,” you whimper, pathetically wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “I’m – can you please pick me up?”

From the other line, you can hear Sukuna shuffling for something in the background. Keys dangle and he locks the door, the sounds of his rushed footsteps so relieving to your senses. “Where are you? What’s wrong? Did someone force themselves on you?”

“No, I just…I want to go home.”

“Text me the address. I’ll be there soon.”

You text him the address and end the call. From the outside, the bass is thumping so hard it makes your head pound. You’re already feeling dizzy from crying so much, hands clutched around your chest because it hurts so much.

Stupid Megumi, fucking stupid Megumi – but aren’t you the stupider one? You’re the one who chose to keep being with him despite the warning signs. You’ve heard what everyone said about him, his reputation as a fuckboy isn’t exactly a secret, but you hoped, you sincerely hoped you could at least be good enough. But you’re not not good enough – Megumi just simply doesn’t deserve you. You deserve better and he needs to go to hell, so then why does it hurt so much the more you picture how he’s humiliated you like that?

Your dress is beyond soaked from how much you’ve cried. At this point, you just feel achingly numb. The pounding in your head is matched by the soft knocks rapping against the door, and thinking it’s Megumi or one of his lackeys, you wrap your arms around your knees.

“GO AWAY!”

“Sweetheart, it’s me. Open up, let’s get you home,” It’s Sukuna. Scrambling for the door, you push it open and jump into his arms without a second thought. Sukuna effortlestly catches you, and the dam you thought had dried up in you breaks again. He stiffens as you cry on his shoulder, fists balled around his shirt in a vice-like grip. “Who the fuck made you cry? Is it him again?” he growls, “I seriously want to knock the living daylights out of him.”

“Don’t start a ruckus, Sukuna.”

“I won’t, I promise,” he visibly softens at your state. Sukuna rubs your back soothingly and lets you cry like that, shielding your vulnerable state with his arm. He moves you to hide your face in his chest and kisses the crown of your head, so gentle and unbelievably tender. “I don’t pick on someone weaker than me. That’s bullying.”

You don’t utter another word as he leads you out of the house. He mutters under his breath on how kids are so wild these days and he really can’t imagine he was once like that. Sukuna’s car is parked on the curb, and you rush for it, eager to go home until he stops you. He wraps his jacket around your shoulders to offer you some modesty and you offer him a weak smile, allowing him to embrace you from the sides to guide you.

“Hey!” Megumi calls out, “Hey, what are you doing with her? Let her go,” his footsteps echo behind you just as you clench your eyes shit, “I said let her go!”

“Don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid,” Sukuna mutters to himself like a mantra.

“Yo, steroid guy, you deaf or what? I said let my girl go—” Megumi falls on his ass. He stares up at whoever punched him, eyes wide at Sukuna’s arm raised, but his eyes are on you. “Ow! You fucking bitch, you broke my nose!”

“Shit,” Sukuna laughs beside you as you wince at the soreness of your knuckle. “That was hot.” Somehow, you find the ability to smile. You’ve always wanted to top Megumi, but seeing him below you like this, weak and clutching his broken nose while whining about it like a little bitch, it feels a lot more satisfying.

You want to scream at him, to release all the profanities that have manifested your anger throughout the years. But Megumi crawls back with something unreadable in his eyes, the edges of his lips tinted red with a smack of lipstick, probably from Alicia.

The sight has you scoffing. Maybe you don’t have anything to worry about after all – Megumi hates lipstick stains with a passion. If he ever gets with her, they won’t last long enough.

That fact is enough for you to flip your hair over your shoulder, glaring at Megumi one last time before dragging Sukuna down by the collar. His laughter ceases the moment your lips collide, your hands teasing around his neck to brush at his undercut. Sukuna moans through the kiss, the way he’s explicitly grabbing the flesh of your ass a sign he’s aware what kind of game you’re playing. You make a mental note to apologize for this later, but for now, you’ll shamelessly savor his tongue and the minty aftertaste, grabbing at his large frame that picks you up with no ease.

You leave Megumi gaping at the lawn after that, your finger middle raised right before Sukuna speeds off.

Fuck, that has never felt so good. This feeling…it bursts through you. There’s this certain satisfaction in finally having the power at your fingertips this time around, and you you’re your wicked smile through your hair, too absorbed in your own feelings that you don’t register Sukuna’s worried tone at first.

“So…do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” He doesn’t pry afterwards, just shoots you a curious look. Just moments ago, you were crying and feeling like you’re on the verge of breaking down, but this adrenaline rushing through absolutely cannot fuck around anymore. The image of Megumi realizing he’s lost you is so exhilarating, and you twist your torso to face your roommate, grinning at his handsome features. He looks so delicious like this, black button up shirt left open at the top, his veiny, muscular arms driving one hand on the steering wheel and the other gently caressing your thigh. You suck in a deep breath, licking your lips as you purr, “Hey, Sukuna.”

“Yes?”

“Pull over.”

“Wait, why? We’re so close at home.”

“Pull over, I’m done,” you insist with a glare, although the animosity isn’t directed at him. Sukuna keeps his eyes on the road before he spares you a glance, smirking at how you’re already unclasping your bra from your seat.

“Oh, I see how it is. You’re going to use me as a stress reliever.”

At his words, your arms still behind you. You glance up at him with wide, worried eyes that immediately reach out for his hands in assurance. “N-No, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Usually, sex is a lot crazier when the other is angry. Use me as you will – I don’t really care,” he licks his lips and suddenly slams on the brakes under an empty parking lot, already flipping something in the engine. You’re taken aback as Sukuna discards his shirt in a second, his large arms carrying your frame to the backseat with him. Sukuna spreads your legs as he helps you get rid of your dress but it’s too tight that you just give up, leaving the material bunched under your boobs instead. Sukuna’s eyes darken at the lack of material under your dress, his fierce gaze shooting up to yours as he massages your inner thighs, his breath labored.

“What position do you want?”

“Fu-fuck, I don’t know, just fuck me,” you whine, spreading your legs farther to make space for him. He’s a tall guy with long limbs that he shrinks even with his fancy car, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. Sukuna seems a lot more focused in fucking you in that moment because he’s unhooking his belt, diving down for one more kiss that is a lot heated and rushed than the previous one for show.

“I want to get rid of his face from my mind, I fucking hate him so much,” you can’t help but bite down on Sukuna’s lip, hard enough that it draws blood. Sukuna groans into your mouth, the sound so utterly deep and sexy you drip down on his seats even more.

“You’ll still go back to him after this?”

“No…it would be stupid if I did,” you roll your eyes.

“Good girl,” Sukuna praises as his lips leave a wet trail from your jaw down to the valley of your breasts. His smile is quickly replaced with a sinister grin, one of his hands cupping your breasts at the same time his teeth dart out to playfully nip at your breasts. He really shouldn’t look so enticing under you like this, and you’re so caught by his devilishness you fail to realize he’s already rummaging through your purse. “But I think lover boy still doesn’t get the message. We’re gonna have to punch it through his dumb skull.”

He hands you your phone, Megumi’s contact right before you.

“Sukuna, what’re you doing?”

“Call him,” Sukuna moves up to fish a condom out of his wallet and slides it to his already throbbing cock, chuckling at the way your eyes widen at his girth as if you hadn’t taken him before. “Call him and let him hear how I fuck you better, sweetheart. Boys like him won’t get the message unless you tell them directly.”

His hands clutch the backseat until his knuckles turn white, aligning himself with your entrance. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily and you moan loudly at the intrusion, pretty little gasps a sign of your pleasure. Helplessly, you grip at his bicep while your legs shake from how tense you are, the tantalizing movement of his hips pulling breathless moans from you. “And what better way than to take what’s his, right? What did he call this? His pretty pussy?” Sukuna scoffs, “Fuck that, stupid little boys can’t even fuck you right, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

“Ngh, Sukuna, that f-feels good, right there!”

“Right here?” he teases with a stroke of his cock that brushes against your tight walls. Sukuna’s face contort into pleasure when your tight pussy sucks him in, falling forward just to rasp in your ear. “Call him. Then, I’ll fuck you however you want me to.”

You don’t know how you’re able to swipe on Megumi, but he picks up in the speed of light like never before. Sukuna mouths loudspeaker and you follow his commands, Megumi’s voice booming through the sex-filled air of the car. “Where the fuck did you go? The party wasn’t over yet and you’re hanging out with some beefy, tattoed guy? It’s your roommate, isn’t it?” Megumi curses at someone before continuing, the aggravation evident in his tone. “He’s such a fucking creep, I swear if he lays his hands on you again I’ll—”

“You’ll do what, kid?” Sukuna challenges, “Oh and mind you, she’s the one who asked me to fuck her. As her concerned roommate and the more mature adult, I believe it’s my duty to listen to her complaints and make her feel better, especially when she keeps whining she’s not being fucked good.”

“Sukuna!” You whine and slap his arm, but you’re smiling, the pleasure and satisfaction of slapping Megumi this harshly making you feel greater than ever.

“Are you sleeping with her?” Megumi sounds like he’s losing his shit, and you sincerely hope he does. “Gosh, Y/N, how low can you be? I thought you were my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Since when?” you attempt to scream, but Sukuna’s gripped your thighs and pulls your lower body closer to his cock in time to meet his thrusts. Your body slides off the seat and you’re left screaming Sukuna’s name, the latter wearing a shit-eating grin at the way you’re creaming around him. Somehow, your attention reverts back to Megumi’s whining. “You’re a fucking dick, Megumi, I honestly hope you choke on your small dick!” you shout and end the call, slapping your hand on your face as you throw your phone away. “I hated saying that.”

“Because you still like him or…?”

“No, because he was actually a good fuck and his dick is huge,” you say through pants. Sukuna must’ve hated how you’re talking about Megumi’s dick when he’s literally rearranging your insides, and Sukuna grabs your leg, manhandling you into the position he likes. You’re immediately on your knees with your back flat to his chest, your arms locked between your bodies as Sukuna takes you from behind. Your head falls back to his shoulders where Sukuna leaves messy open-mouthed kisses to your sweaty skin. “I fucking hate him. He’s such an asshole.”

“Hmm, well don’t spend too much energy thinking about him anymore,” Sukuna snarls at your skin, releasing your hands just to rub at your swollen clit. “Just let loose and let me take care of you. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even remember meeting him.”

The honest side of you wants to moan, the familiar tightening of your abdomen appearing already. He’s hitting all your sensitive spots that you can barely think, only feel, but you also feel so powerful and enraged that you cup Sukuna’s cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. You hit his thrusts by pushing back against his cock that causes him to slide in deeper, the large man groaning deep within his chest.

“You sure about that?”

“Oh, hundred percent confident, baby.”

“Let’s see what you got then,” you teased him. Pretending you’re not seconds away from coming is an even bigger challenge than leaving Megumi, but for the sake of riling up Sukuna, you would do it.

“You’re challenging me?”

“If I don’t cum at least twice, then that’s going to be a damn shame.”

“Twice? That’s not even the minimum,” he shakes his head tauntingly at you, increasing his pace until the sounds of his balls smacking your ass and both your groans are filling the dead silent night. It’s so lewd and dirty that your tongue lols out from the pleasure, eyes shut tight because you’re close, so fucking close! “You’re going to lose your fucking mind,” Sukuna said as a final warning.

You didn’t think too much of it until he pulls out of you seconds before you came. The crestfallen look written all over your face makes him laugh, but Sukuna only turns your body and goes down on his knees, hitching your legs over his shoulders. Your chest falls up and down as he dives down to your sopping, abused cunt, hands threading through his hair before he rudely flicks it away. “No. Hands to yourself. You’re not allowed to touch me,” he hissed, but his roughness is softened only by a little bit when you whimper so sweetly for him. “Don’t pout, sweetheart, you’ll get your chance when we get home. For now, since you’d so rudely woke me up and left me without inviting me for dinner, I’m starving.”

Sukuna dips between your thighs, tongue poking out to take the first taste of your juices. Your reaction is instantaneous and gratifying; head thrown back, nails dug into the seats, legs quivering and falling open wider to welcome the warm, wet muscle that licks flat from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuuckk, Sukuna, slow down, ngh—”

“He ever ate you out this way?”

“No, I don’t know, I don’t know.”

“Can you take it, sweetheart? Should I stop?” You know he’s teasing you, the sniggers muffled from your pussy lips are still heard but you can’t fight back, not when your legs turn to jelly at his ministrations.

“Keep going, fuck, please, I will slap you if you don’t make me cum tonight,” you threaten, and Sukuna smartly responds by sucking your clit into his mouth. He rolls it between his teeth, careful enough not to hurt you while plunging two fingers deep inside you, curling it into a come-hither motion that stretches you pleasurably. “Too, oh, shit!”

“You can’t even talk properly,” he chuckles, and the vibrations that come afterwards shatter your entire world. “And this is just my tongue. Feels too good?”

“Yes, yes, too good!” you cry out, “Sukuna, em coming!”

Your orgasm has no build-up whatsoever. You lay there panting with a silent scream as your nails scratch against his seats, toes curled as it comes down into you in one, hard slap. Sukuna hums as he licks up the arousal trailing down your pussy to not make even more of a mess. “Already? I haven’t even started yet,” he sighs sarcastically, “Don’t think I’m done with you. I did say you’d lose your mind, right?”

Sukuna has now joined you on the seats, flipping you to the side where he hooks one leg under his arm, your other leg extended to your side that remains flushed at the seats, his thighs squishing yours. It’s utterly challenging to move in this position and you’re completely at his mercy, the sight of his tall, dominating figure above you forcing you back into a submissive space. He doesn’t give you much time to recover before his cock is pushing past your pussy once more, bottoming out in one, swift thrust.

“’Kuna, too sensitive, mhhm—”

“You’ll take it,” he breathes out while peppering kisses at your ankle, “Come on, you’re a good girl, yeah? Give me one more.”

“Su-kuna, it’s too much!”

“Just one more.” Sukuna elicits moans from you the harder he thrusts, leaning forward until you’re crying out from the stretch of all the muscles in your body. He’s being nice today by letting you cum more than twice in the exchange of holding back his, because he’s absolutely throbbing inside you. He picks up a rougher pace from where he left off, saying your name through gritted teeth as you tighten around him. You’re squealing and whimpering from behind your fists, overly sensitive still from your previous orgasm.

His hips roll in such a mind-numbing manner before Sukuna rams into you utterly deep, your bodies flushed so close you can feel the heat pulsing from his skin. Sukuna tenses above you before he brings you to your orgasm, with him following not long afterwards.

Sukuna pulls out with a groan and ties his condom in a knot, discarding it above his clothes. Upon hearing your soft sighs, he immediately rushes your side and pats your cheek to wake you up. “Hey, look at me,” he commands, though his voice is gentle and soft. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out through fluttering lashes, “Yeah, I’m just tired,” extending your arms to him, you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him close. “Come here. Want cuddles.”

Sukuna gives in to your request for a few minutes and stays wrapped up with you. It’s perfect to be in this state, to be held so close and not just touched, the intimacy of it all bringing about unfamiliar warmth that only ever makes itself present when he’s here. “As much as I want to stay like this, we’re sweaty and sticky,” Sukuna murmurs through your hair, his hands roaming all over your skin. There’s no other sexual meaning behind it even as his rough palms graze past your mound. His touches are more like him exploring your body out of curiosity, out of the desire to just have you this close. You’re unsure what to feel about it and your mind is uncannily clear after an orgasm, but Sukuna’s already sitting up with you above him before you could ponder about it any longer. “Let me take you home first, then we’ll cuddle. What do you think?”

“Oh fuck,” you cut him off upon seeing the flashing of your screen. “It’s Megumi. Fifteen missed calls.”

“Lover boy is crazy,” Sukuna snickered behind you.

“Good thing I’m crazier,” you shut your phone off and throw it to the passenger’s seat, beaming up at Sukuna and giving him the puppy eyes from behind your shoulder. “Can we get milkshakes on the way?”

“I think you got enough milk.”

“Sukuna!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he raises his hands in surrender. You pout until you feel something hard and wet poking your bottoms, and Sukuna smirks, gesturing to his erection that you haven’t noticed. “You do know that I’m still hard, right? I’ll fuck you again when we get home.”

“You could’ve just let me suck you off.”

“Nah,” he refuses, “I want to feel you come around me,” Sukuna cockily winks at you, and your mouth falls open, gasping in disbelief at how vulgar he could be. He steals a quick kiss then as he tugs his pants up, the sight of him rolling his sleeves back up to his elbows thoroughly…compelling that you’re left salivating at the ripples of his muscles. “I’ll just wait ‘til we get home. Right now, I need to treat someone like a princess and get her some food.”

“You should stop saying that,” you blurt out defensively, “Sweet lies won’t get you anywhere.”

“I wasn’t lying about anything. I meant every word I said.”

The tension thickens in an instant. Sukuna looks at you warily – or perhaps worriedly? – before he situates himself back in the driver’s seat, starting the car right after you’ve fixed your appearance. Considering it’s already late, he’s struggling to find any restaurant or diners open to appease your cravings, though he doesn’t complain about it.

You fiddle with your hands on your lap, unable to find a proper explanation to his behavior. “Sukuna…” you start off nervously, refusing to look him in the eye. “Do you uhm…do you like me?”

“What kind of question is that, sweetheart?”

“I meant…maybe you just like me for my body, you know?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” he tilts his head towards you, “I’m too old for drama and playing with people’s feelings. Like I said, the cards are all in your hands now. If you want us to just have casual sex, I don’t mind, but if you also want to be, uhm…” Sukuna awkwardly rubs at the back of his head with a clear of his throat, the tables turned because now he’s the one who can’t meet your gaze. “…something more, then I won’t refuse that either. I’m up to whatever you want to do.”

“And if I said that…maybe I’m considering getting to know you better?”

“Then maybe I would happily say yes.”

You smile at how easily he lightens up the mood, feeling a smile already playing on your lips as you giggle. “Just a maybe?”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” he groans, averting his eyes from the road (it’s empty anyway) to get a quick peck. You whack his arm and his laugh only grows louder; he knows you’re not really angry, because he kisses really good and you like it a lot more than you’ll admit.

“I’ll be a hundred times of a better boyfriend than what you’d expect.”

“You’re really confident, huh?”

“Oh, I’m confident I can treat you well,” he nods proudly, head tipping back to the backseat. “I did just let you ruin my leather exterior and let you walk away while I have a raging boner. Do you have any idea how much self restraint a man has to have to let that happen?”

“Probably an immaculate one. Megumi would never let me go unless he’s came.”

“Yeah, well, fuck that guy,” Sukuna doesn’t even bother to try and hide his hatred for your former crush, and you’re smiling like a lovesick fool on the seat. “You’re with me now. So, since I want to spoil you, how many milkshakes do you want?”

Back then, you were always too addicted to lies that seemed so sweet that you couldn’t be able to stop. But now that you’ve met Sukuna, perhaps the blissful truth is a lot sweeter, and it’s a much healthier addiction you’ll take any day.

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drcriminalminds · 3 years

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Red Handed

Aaron Hotchner x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language. Smut (very, very short).

A/N: This is inspired by that episode where Rossi walks in on Penelope and Kevin in the shower HAHAHA.

Word Count: 1,298

“You know, I think he’s seeing someone.”

Aaron’s kisses were hot, heavy, and they moved with each of his hard thrusts as he fucked up into you. He had you pressed tightly against the shower wall, keeping you there by firmly being squished against you. He didn’t stop his movements, loving your noises and whimpers too much to even think about teasing you.

“Oh, fuck! You feel amazing...” You breathed, throat straining to get the words out.

He sucked on your neck for that, leaving a purpling bruise and chuckling just below your ear. He had a rather rough day, and he had a lot of pent up frustration that you were more than glad to take off of him. He held you up even higher, slamming into you at a new angle that had your toes curling behind his back.

Hot water from the shower head was still flowing steadily, drenching the both of you and filling the room with so much steam that it was getting difficult to breathe. He needed some gratification after his horrible day that you had seen from beginning to end, and he was grateful that he had you to ease his tension.

“You’re so perfect...so beautiful.” He praised as he felt your legs tighten around him, letting him know that the band was about to snap.

His suspicions were correct. A few seconds and thrusts later, his name rolled off of your tongue deliciously, and he was milking your walls white as you released around him. Your breathings were heavy as he set you down on the floor, your legs feeling a bit wobbly. He peppered you with lazy kisses, the shower washing away the evidence of your dirty encounter. He eventually pulled back to look at you, all the traces of lust were gone from your eyes and had been replaced with contentment.

“That was-” Aaron went to say, but was cut off when a loud knock was heard on your apartment door.

It was pretty late, nearing 11:30 at night. You had absolutely no idea who could be there this late.

“I’ll get it.” You grumbled, annoyed that someone was interrupting your more than enjoyable shower.

Aaron whined in protest, but helped you out of the shower to keep you from slipping and possibly hurting yourself. The knocks had grown louder now, and you scrambled to throw on your robe and get to the door. You expected it to be one of your nosy neighbors to see what all the noise had been about, but you were shocked when you saw your best friend standing there.

“Hi, [Y/N].” Spencer greeted, allowing himself inside as he normally did.

It wasn’t at all uncommon for Spencer to drop by your apartment. He was rather spontaneous despite popular belief. Sometimes he would just get bored because he couldn’t sleep or he just wanted someone to talk to. But he almost never came over this late, or at least without calling first.

“Uh, hey, Spence.” You greeted, feeling all your blood rush at the remembrance that Aaron was in your bathroom alone.

Spencer didn’t know about you and Hotch. No one did. Except for Rossi, who figured it out himself. It was something that you and Aaron agreed to keep on the down low, and out of public knowledge. It was a frowned upon thing to date a co-worker...or in your case, your superior. It was nice to have a little secret that you were keeping from the team. It kept things interesting.

“Did Hotch seem weird to you today?” Spencer asked, entering your small kitchen and opening the fridge.

“I...not really, no.” You lied, knowing he had a terrible day.

You couldn’t see Spencer from the refrigerator door blocking him, but his muffled reply alerted you that he had just found your leftover pizza from about an hour ago.

“He just seemed off to me. He never yells at you like that.” Spencer remarked.

It was true that Aaron had yelled at you in front of everyone, resulting in the two of you getting into a massive fight, before making up over pizza and a movie...and then a round of shower sex.

“I’m sure he had his reasons,” You replied, the sudden lack of sound of the running water from the shower setting in; “Spence, now really isn’t a good-”

“You know, I think he’s seeing someone.” Spencer cut you off.

That sparked your interest for obvious reasons. You had already begun to wonder how NO ONE had picked up on it yet (other than Rossi). You were curious to see what Spencer was picking up on.

“Oh? Why do you say that?” You questioned.

Spencer rose from the fridge, closing the door with a half-eaten slice of pizza in his hand.

“He just seems happier, aside from today,” Spencer said; “And a few days ago, he walked past me and I could smell perfume. Definitely not his regular cologne.” He announced.

You snorted, teasing the lanky man.

“Are you smelling Aaron on a regular basis?” You joked.

Spencer stopped his chewing, and raised a brow.

“Aaron? Since when are you on a first name basis with Hotch?” Spencer queried.

Your cheeks went hot at your mistake, your amused smile fading.

“Oh, well...I just meant-”

And then the man in question made his entrance. Almost stark naked if it hadn’t been for the towel around his waist.

“Baby, I know that you know this, but your hot water heater is terrible.” Hotch said, referring to how your shower could go from blazing hot to frigidly cold in a matter of seconds.

Spencer’s entire face went red, the tips of his ears almost going purple at the sight of Hotch in front of him. Hotch noticed your deer-in-headlights stare and Spencer’s ghostly look. The three of you were frozen in time, very aware of the situation and how peculiar it was.

“Reid, what the- what are you doing here?” Aaron asked in a calm, yet panicked tone.

Aaron knew that you and Spencer spent a lot of time together outside of work, but he didn’t think that Spencer would ever show up when he was there. Spencer’s eyes couldn’t help but dart between the two of you, back and forth as if he were trying to convince himself it was real.

“I thought that [Y/N] might want to talk about today...but I see I came at a bad time.” He blushed.

“Spencer, it’s...we just...” You tried to explain, but couldn’t find the right words.

This was not how you thought this would go. Spencer had just showed up at a very inconvenient time, and now was in the presence of two of his dearest friends who had just clearly been doing something they probably shouldn’t have been.

Spencer had just caught you red handed.

The boy genius was piecing it all together in his head. The pieces all fit together to create one solid, obvious picture.

You and Hotch were together.

“I’m sorry I interrupted...I, uh, guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Spencer said, making a mad dash for your front door.

“Reid.” Hotch said in an attempt to stop him.

“Spencer, wait, it’s not-”

But he was out the door and down the hall before either of you could convince him to stay. A pit of dread and guilt was brewing in both of your guts. Now that Spencer knew, it was only a matter of time before everyone else did. It wasn’t that you didn’t want the team to know, it was more of the legality stuff you’d have to go through when they did.

You sighed heavily, rubbing your temples stressfully. Aaron rested a hand on your shoulder, his deep, sarcastic voice sounding out.

“That went well.”

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hellcaster901 · 4 years

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Drunk Call

Pedro Pascal x female!reader

Summary: Y/N and Pedro have been friends ever since they met through mutual friends, but with such a large age gap between the two, Y/N didn’t think anything would change, but sometimes things work out differently than she would expected.

Word Count: 5,208

Warning(s): SMUT! Age gap, creampie. (Be safe, life is not a fanfiction!) FLUFF

A/N: I hope you guys love this as much as I loved writing it! And a huge thank you to my best friend @13dead-ends for getting me through some major writing’s block! Go check her page out for some AMAZING Henry Cavill writing!

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“Pedro,” You giggled into the phone, staring at your own reflection in the mirror. You looked like a mess, hair in a bun on the top of your head, the makeup you were wearing for the girls night out was now smudged around your eyes, looking like a disheveled raccoon. “Pedro,” You repeated, watching the way your lips moved when you said his name. “I’m… I had so much fun tonight.” you started, thinking back to the many shots you had throughout the night, the drunken laughter that you shared between your friends. You could still hear them laughing about something through the thin bathroom door. You glanced down at your feet, the tight clothes you wore thrown around and you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but even after all this fun you had with your friends, and how this was a memory you were going to look back on for so long, all you could think about was Pedro.

One of the main reasons you were on the phone right now, leaving him a voicemail.

“I wish you were out here with us.” You went on, really noticing how slurred your words were, “I know you would’ve had so much fun. I know I would’ve had so much fun with you.” You giggled. “I always have so much with you. You’re someone who always puts a smile on my face, always makes me blush, always makes me feel… good about myself.” You were going completely off topic, blabbering. “I don’t think you realize how much I value our friendship.” This is it. “But I gotta say it… I mean, I don’t have to.”

You giggled at yourself, not really sure what you were giggling at. “I love you Pedro.” You mumbled, staring down at your toes, watching as you wiggle them. “God, I really do, and I don’t even care about the age gap or any of the fans who might say horrible things or anything.” You smiled to yourself, finally being able to let that out. “I’ve held onto that for years, and god it feels amazing to finally say it.” You pushed back some hair, trying to steady yourself against the sink. “Don’t even get me started on your looks.” You groaned, shaking your head. “You’re so handsome, and I can’t stand it.” You giggled, everything you’ve ever wanted to say to him, as coming out at this moment. “And that nose.” You groaned again, shaking your head, “I love your nose.” You smiled to yourself, remembering seeing him within shows and always love the way his nose looked, the bump, everything about it. “I know you probably have some negative things to say about it but I love it. I think it absolutely fits your handsome face.”

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Came one of your friends, banging on the bathroom door. “I need to pee!” She whined.

“Calm down.” You called back, opening the door with the phone still in my hand. “I’m leaving.” You mumbled, watching her waddle in.

“What? Making little love calls to your boyfriend?” You groaned, pointing at her with the phone, noticing the call ended.

“Shut up.” You huffed.

***

You waved at Megan as she dropped you off at your house, giving a lazy thumbs up as you unlocked your door, instantly flopping down onto the couch. You needed a shower, bad, and you needed food, bad.

The ringer from your phone made you jump, reaching into your back pocket and answering it blindly. “Hello?” You mumbled, face squished into the couch cushion.

“Y/N?” You perked up when you heard Pedro’s voice.

“Hey.” You mumbled, twisting and turning on the couch as you got into a sitting position. “What’s going on?” You smiled.

“Uh…” He started. You could hear there was something he wanted to say, he always had that tone in his voice when there was something on his mind. Whether it was for a certain role and he was frustrated, or it was just frustration from the days that merged together. “Are you home?”

“I am.” You paused, waiting for him to say something. “What’s going on?” You asked, hearing him sigh.

“Do you want breakfast?” He asked, you could hear the small smile in his voice. “I’ll pick some up and get to your place?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Okay.” You nodded, hearing him give you a quick bye and the phone hung up. The second you heard the phone click, you booked it off the couch, running to your bathroom for a quick shower.

You scrubbed away the sweat and ‘sins’ from last night, trying to remember what really went down. You went to the bars, bar hopping with the girls, taking shot after shot, did some dancing, did some grinding on random guys… what else? You went back to Megan’s house with everyone, changed your clothes, called Pedro-

“FUCK!” You yelled.

Oh no

You stood there, the water spraying down your back as you tried to remember what you said in that call. It couldn't have been anything crazy, considering he’s coming over with breakfast. Honestly, it could’ve just been talking nonsense on the voicemail, and he didn’t think twice about it. He didn’t sound upset, that was a good sign.

You dried off quickly, your thoughts going a mile a minute as you tried not to freak out, tried not to overthink the reason why he was coming over. You tried everything in your power to try to remember what you said, if you said anything that made him uncomfortable. Should you act like you don’t remember? Act like everything is fine? “Fuck me.” You mumbled, hearing the doorbell ring. You tugged some clothes on, racing down the steps.

As you got to the door you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and act completely normal.

You swung the door open, revealing Pedro as he stood there with a bag from your favorite restaurant. You smiled, looking up at him. He smiled back at me, but you could tell there was something that he wanted to say.

“Hey.” You smiled, opening the door a bit wider for him to walk through. He made himself at home instantly, making his way to the living room and setting the bag down on the coffee table. You followed, smiling at him as he set your food to the side for you. He gave you a tense smile, not saying a word. You took a deep breath, crossing your feet under you as you grabbed your food. “Is… everything okay?” You mumbled, taking a bite out of the breakfast burrito. He nodded, taking a bite out of his own, settling himself on the couch.

You knew something was wrong, and you knew it was something from last night, something you said.

It was a tense silence, the two of you eating. You were panicking in your mind, trying to think of everything that happened, trying to think of what you could’ve possibly said to him in the voicemail that’s making him act this way. Obviously, it wasn’t anything too bad, because you were sure if it was he wouldn’t even be here.

Pedro on the other hand, wasn’t sure what to do. After waking up and seeing that voicemail, he was shocked to hear your drunken slurring declaring your love for him. He was shocked hearing it, but hearing it only confirmed the way he felt about you. He was ready to call you right that second, declare his love for you as well, telling you he didn’t care about any of the obstacles either, and that he wanted to be with you.

But you were drunk in that voicemail. He wasn’t sure if you were even going to remember it the next morning, and he didn’t want to risk it if it was just some drunken talk. But he needed to know. But when he saw you, opening that door and that gorgeous smile that he loved to see, he knew that you didn’t remember anything of what you said last night.

“What’s going on?” You huffed, setting down your half eaten burrito on the table, turning to face him. He shook his head, “No, don’t give me that.” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood a bit, and so far, you could tell it was working at the small smile he cracked at you. “Seriously Pedro, what’s going on?” You shoved at his arm. He set his burrito down on the table too, turning to look at you.

“Do you remember anything about last night?” He asked. The one thing you loved about Pedro, was his eye contact, the way he always kept it and the way he always looked like he was trying to get to the root of your problems.

“I do.” You nodded, trying to play it as cool as you can. You knew what this was about.

“Do you remember the call? The voicemail you left me.” There it was. You took a deep breath looking at him, seeing something in his eyes that you couldn’t explain.

“I remember calling you, but I don’t remember what I said.” You spoke honestly. You really didn’t. “Did I make a fool of myself?” You asked, shaking your head. He gave you a sad look, before shaking his head. He didn’t say anything as he grabbed his food, standing up and heading to the kitchen.

“Pedro!” You called after him, following him into the tiny kitchen, he stood there, leaning against the small island, both hands against the cold marble. “What did I say? I really don’t remember what I said last night.” You were growing panicky, wondering if what you said was something horrible after all. “Pedro.” you whispered, walking around the island to be near him. “Please tell me-”

“You told me you love me.” He spoke, looking at you.

You felt your whole body heat up. The kind of heat that covers the body when caught in a lie, that’s what you felt. It was as if your heart stopped at that very moment, hearing what you said to him last night.

“You told me that you didn’t care about the age difference,” He stated, turning his body towards you. You stood there, like a deer in headlights as he spoke. “Told me how you’ve felt this way for years.” You were speechless, watching the way Pedro looked down at you. His eyes were searching your face, trying to find anything you were wanting to say. “Is that true or were you just that drunk last night?”

You wanted to speak, but the way your throat was closing up made you think you weren’t sure if you really could talk.

“Tell me that it was just drunk thoughts, and we’ll act like it never happened.” Pedro strained. He wanted you to tell him it was all lies and drunken thoughts, but as of now, you knew with him confronting you like this, you had to tell him.

“It’s true.” You whispered, feeling the tears swell up. This was either going to end with you crying in your bathroom listening to some sad ass music, or you were going to end up in Pedro’s arms. You were preparing for the worse.

You could tell on Pedro’s face he wasn’t expecting that answer, wasn’t expecting you to own up to it.

“What?” He whispered.

“I love you Pedro.” You smiled, your fingers messing with the hem of your shirt. You were nervous, waiting for an answer from him, anything. But there was nothing, only a blank stare on his face. “And I completely-”

He reached for you, cupping your face with both his hands, and kissing you with such a passion you were sure your knees were going to give out on you.

He felt it, the way your body sagged against his chest, his arms coming down to wrap around your waist, keeping you to him as he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as you gave yourself to him.

You squirmed against him, giggling as his facial hair was tickling your face. He smiled against your lips, purposely rubbing his face against yours, making you giggle even more in his grasp. “Pedro.” You squealed, he grabbed your hips, lifting you up onto the counter, the cold marble making you jump as it came into contact with your thighs. He instantly settled himself between your thighs, his hands coming back to your face, brushing back some of your wet hair that fell. He stared at you, a loving smile on his face as he took you in, almost like he was looking at you in a whole different way.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered to you, like he was only wanting you to hear it. You smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness wash over you, your heart close to bursting in your chest with how happy you felt. “God, it feels great to finally say that.” The smile he had brightened his whole face, he looked like the happiest man on earth.

“What else did I say on that voicemail?” You winced, thinking of all the embarrassing things drunk you could’ve said. He chuckled seeing that face. He leaned forward, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Well,” He started, placing another kiss on the same spot. “You said how handsome I was,” You blushed, feeling him smile against your skin as he kissed your chin. “How I make you feel good about yourself.” You were sure you were red as a tomato, your whole face heating up as he went on. “How you don’t care about age.” He kissed your other cheek, pulling a bit away, eyes making contact.

“I don’t.” You whispered to him, reaching up and cupping his face. He smiled softly at you, leaning into your hand. “I never did.” You took a deep breath, smiling at him. “But if that’s an issue with you, then-”

You soon realized that Pedro had a habit of cutting you off with a kiss, not wanting to hear you ‘doubting’ anything he felt. And you didn’t care to hear yourself talk about it either. He held you tight, not wanting you to slip through his fingers before he even had a chance to be with you. And you were the same, arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands clutching onto his shirt, not wanting to be a second away from him.

Time stopped when his lips were against yours, your heart pounding within your chest. You could focus on how soft his lips were, and the way he was invading all of your senses. He was all you think, smell, taste, hear, feel, he was everywhere, and you weren’t complaining.

You kept your eyes half opened, sneaking glances at Pedro he pulled away for small gasps of air, making sure this was really happening, that this man right in front of you, was between your legs and kissing you until you were sure you were going to die. Every breath you took you smelt him. He smelled like his after shave, a mixture of a woodsy smell and a hint of rosewood. You could simply live off that smell for the rest of your life.

Your whole body tingled as his hands roamed your back, his fingers digging into your skin softly, hiking up your shirt slowly. He claimed your mouth, hungry and intense until it felt like your heart stopped. You barely realized that your hands were moving on their own, reaching down to the hem of his shirt, slipping beneath the flimsy fabric, and touching his smooth skin. He moaned softly into your mouth, your hands moving their way up his stomach, to his chest. You smirked against his lips as you gently clawed down his chest, another moan leaving his lips. You wanted more, and you knew with the way his heart picked up under your hand, he wanted more too.

“Take it off.” You mumbled against his lips, weakly tugging at his shirt. He wasted no time as he pulled away, tugging the fabric over his head and grabbing you again. The way he tasted silenced all your thoughts, all you wanted was to feel him, show him your love, show him that you wanted him.

“I want you, Y/N.” You moaned at the words he mumbled against your lips, chills running down your back as he grabbed you. “Can I have you?” You melted at his words, your thighs clenching around his hips, and he noticed, a hand going down and grabbing onto the exposed skin.

“Always, Pedro.” You whispered.

He wasted no time as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you, a hand cradling the back of your head, and his other holding your thigh. What felt like seconds you were already being tossed on the bed, a giggle leaving your lips as you bounced on the mattress, Pedro smiling down at you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.” He smirked, looking over you. You blushed, resting on your elbows, knees together as you stared at him, his own eyes looking over you, almost like you were a piece of art. You shook your head at him, biting down on your bottom lip. “What?” He smiled, kneeling down on the edge of the bed, the bed dipping slightly.

“Nothing.” You giggled, watching as he brought up his other knee, staring at you with so much love and adoration.

“What is it, baby?” He whispered, starting to crawl towards you. You nervously giggled, watching as he lifted a hand, spreading your legs. You were nervous, the pet name, seeing him crawling towards you and spreading your legs made you nervous and excited. “Tell me.” He mumbled, leaning down and kissing your knee.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” you breathlessly said, watching as he smiled, planting kisses along the inside of your thigh. He switched to your other thigh, kissing a little higher, smiling when he heard your soft moans.

“I could listen to you moan like that all day.” He groaned, winking up at you. You were burning up, a blush rising on your chest and face. He loved it, seeing how his words made you react.

“Pedro.” You whined, your whole body was just nerves, everything he was doing making you react to the slightest touch. Your body was so sensitive to him.

“The way you say my name.” He groaned, a hand trailing up your leg, squeezing at your thigh. You moaned, your legs spreading a bit wider on their own account, wanting more of whatever Pedro was willing to give you. You were wrapped around his finger, and you didn’t mind at all.

“Please Pedro.” You sighed, weaving a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp. He moaned against your thigh, pulling away from you, grabbing your wrist and placing a soft kiss against the back of your hand.

“You’re gorgeous.” He smiled, rubbing his hands on your thighs, moving them to your hips, bunching up the shorts you wore, exposing more skin to his eyes. “Absolutely beautiful.” The compliments made your heart race, you were sure you were going to have a heart attack at that very moment.

You placed your hands over his, guiding them up your stomach, the shirt being pushed up. He watched, not even blinking, not wanting to miss anything that you were showing him. “You can take it off.” You whispered, stopping your hands at your ribs, giving him a teasing smile. He pulled his hands from yours, grabbing at the shirt, and lifting it. You laughed as he hurriedly pulled it over your head, tossing it over his shoulder. He laughed with you, staring down at you.

It felt like forever as he stared at you, his eyes looking over every inch. You started to grow self conscious, wondering if this is the time he’ll turn you away. With those thoughts running through your mind you began pulling your arms up, trying to cover yourself. “Stop.” He mumbled, grabbing your wrists, pulling them away. “Don’t.” He whispered, your chest risen as he stared at you, a warming smile on his face. “You’re gorgeous, never think otherwise.”

“I love you.” You whispered.

He was flushed against you, lips kissing along your collarbones and chest, making their way down to your breasts “I love you too” he mumbled. You sighed as he sucked a small hickie on your left boob, your hands finding their way into his hair once again. He groaned against your boob, your hands messing with his hair. He pulled his lips off of your skin with a small ‘pop’, a large purple hickie already forming. The small branding he left on you made you clench your thighs, wetness pooling in your panties at the fact that this man left his mark on you, and from the look of pure lust on his face, he liked it too.

“You’re horrible.” You chuckled, seeing that smile spread on his face.

“You love it.” He growled back. He was on you in a second, lips moving together, both of you wanting to feel one another. “Can I?” He whispered, his fingers going to your shorts, fingers already hooked onto the waistband. You nodded, letting out a loud squeal as he tugged them down. He kneeled, clumsily pulling the shorts. You moved your legs, trying to help out as you slipped your legs from the fabric, now completely bare for him.

“Take them off.” You pointed, tugging on his jeans. He had that teasing smile, opening his mouth to say something sarcastic at your request, but he stumbled over his words as you spread your legs for him, revealing your soaked pussy for him. You bit your bottom lip, watching the way he stared at you, licking his lips. You’ve never had anyone look at you like that, much less the man you gave your heart to. “Take them off.” You repeated, using your foot to poke at his thigh. That nudged him from the trance he was in, his hands speedily working at his belt and jeans.

He shuffled off the bed, tugging his pants down, his cock bobbing slightly at his movements. Your eyes went wide. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t imagined what he looked like before, but what you were seeing crushed all those images. He was thick and long, the tip already red, his cock throbbing as he wrapped a hand around it, giving himself a few pumps. He saw your face, smiling at your wide eyes, crawling back onto the bed with a proud smirk.

He kissed you softly, grabbing your thigh, lifting it around his waist. His touch was slowly and passionate, his kiss was showing you how much love he had for you, everything was… perfect.

“I don’t have a condom.” He mumbled, reaching in between the two of you. He looked down, watching as he wrapped his hand around his cock, dragging the tip through your soaked lips. You gasped softly, Pedro moaning as he felt how wet you were, his head tapping against your clit, your body jerking slightly at the small touches.

“It’s fine.” You whispered, cupping his face, making him look at you. His lust blown eyes met yours, softening as he saw you. “I just want you.” You whispered, gently caressing his face. He smiled, nodding.

He rubbed against you a few more times, gathering your juices and coating his cock before lining up to your entrance. You kissed his cheek, making your way down his face and to his neck, peppering kisses as he slowly pushed inside. You gasped as he stretched you open, the slight pain, your thighs already shaking as he pushed in. You held your breath, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Jesus.” he grunted. It felt like an eternity as he thrusted into you, but finally his hips met your thighs, his cock fully seated within you. You let out a shaky breath, feeling completely stretched to the max. “You’re so tight.” he groaned, hips bucking slightly as you clenched around him, the small thrust already sending your body into a wave of pleasure. “Stop that.” He chuckled, dropping his head to your shoulder. “You keep doing that, and I’m not going to last.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, caressing his back. He stayed there, wanting you to adjust to him, and you were more than prepared to let him rock your world. “You just feel so good.” You whispered into his ear, placing a soft kiss to his ear lobe. He groaned, those words sending straight to his cock, twitching within you.

You’ve imagined this multiple times, what sex would feel like with Pedro, how’d he feel, and this was more than what you’ve imagined. You were filled to the brim with him, hot and thick within you, twitching at every clench or movement that you did. “You feel amazing.” You whispered, clenching around him again

“I’ve always wanted this.” Pedro mumbled against your shoulder, placing soft kisses to your skin. Goosebumps rose, scattering along your arms, “To feel you.” He mumbled, moving his hips. He pulled out slowly, your toes curling as you gasped, his cock dragging against your walls. “To make you feel…” He stopped, the tip barely in you, before he thrusted back in, a small ‘ah’ leaving your mouth, “good.” He spoke, groaning at the tight fit.

“Jesus, Pedro.” you whined, wrapping both legs around his waist, crying out as he thrusted into you, hitting a bit deeper this time.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He grunted, his hand grabbing your hip, a bruising grip as he thrusted into you.

The sound of your wetness, skin slapping against skin and your cries filled the air. His cock sending waves and waves of pleasure through your body. You cupped his face, turning your head and lazily colliding with his lips, pleasure filling both of your bodies. Your tongues slid against one another, drinking every ounce of each other, moaning at how each other's bodies felt with one another.

“You feel so good wrapped around me, baby.” he moaned, giving you a particularly hard thrust. You gasped against his lips, your walls contracting around him, mouth running dry with pleasure.

“Again.” You begged, wanting to feel that roughness again. Pedro pulled back, slowing his thrusts down, arching an eyebrow at you. You smirked up at him, kissing his lips softly. “Harder.” You whispered, earning yourself a low growl from him. And he delivered. He held himself up, thrusting into you harder than before, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot each and every time. “Oh my god.” You cried, feeling that familiar feeling of your release washing over you, your lower stomach tightening and your walls fluttering around his cock.

The bed groaned with each thrust he gave you, rocking and hitting the wall. “Jesus, Pedro.” You gasped, letting out whimper/giggle, hearing the bed cry beneath you. He let out a breathless chuckle, dropping his head and kissing you.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He smirked, giving you a hard thrust. You didn’t even have time to answer as you became a puddle under him. Your body was boneless as he fucked you, both of you moaning and gasping at the intense pleasure.

“Pedro.” You choked out, eyes rolling as that intense wave ran through your body, white-hot pleasure shooting up your spine, “I’m gonna cum.” You cried, legs tightening around his hips.

“Fuck.” He grunted, feeling you tightening around him, gushing around his cock as you came. You jerked under him, fingers digging into his shoulder, hiding your head into his shoulder, biting down where his neck met his shoulder, crying out as you came around him. “Jesus, Y/N.” He moaned, feeling you clench around him, his hips faltering as your orgasm triggered his own.

“Cum in me.” You whispered into his ear, locking your legs around his waist. He groaned your name, a few more snaps of his hips and he was putty in your hand. He stilled above you, feeling his cock pulse within you, thick ropes of his cum filling you up. You moaned at the feeling, moving your hips against him, milking him of his cum as he caught his breath, falling against you as he emptied himself within you.

You huffed softly as he put his weight on you, but you weren’t complaining, loving the feeling of him on top of you and in you. The two of you stayed like that, within each other's arms, letting what just happened settle.

You slowly pulled your legs off from him, whining at the soreness that was already settling in your thighs. Pedro groaned, lifting himself up, looking down at you with tired, but loving eyes.

“What?” You mumbled, suddenly feeling sleepy as well. He smiled above you, kissing your forehead. You gasped as he slowly pulled out of you, both of you moaning softly. You blushed, feeling his and your cum leak from you slowly, coating your swollen lips.

“Hold on.” He mumbled, pushing himself off the bed. You laid there, legs and arms like noodles as he walked to the bathroom, glancing back at you with a wink as he cleaned himself up. He came back with a warm towel, winking at you as he kneeled between you, cleaning up the mess the two of you made. You moaned happily as the warm towel soothed your sore core, Pedro placed soft kisses against your thigh as he finished up, tossing the towel on our pile of clothes. “I’ll get that later.” He mumbled, rolling onto his side next to you. You didn’t care about the towel as you rolled over.

Pedro pulled you close, sore legs moving to lay on top of him, resting your chin on your hand, feeling his beating heart slow down. You stared up at him as his eyes drooped, his eyes looking back down at you. “What?” He whispered, his hand coming up and tracing small shapes on your back. You shook your head, looking over his features, eyes going to his nose. You felt a strong urge to trace over it, and this was the time to do it. You reached up, a shaking finger tracing down his nose. He smiled, chuckling softly.

“What?” You giggled with him, watching that smile spread. “What are you laughing about?”

“You mentioned that you really liked my nose in that call.” Your face heated up again, eyes rolling.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, pulling your hand away and covering your face in his chest. “Stop talking about the call.” You mumbled against his chest. He laughed whole heartily, kissing the top of your head.

“Never.” He mumbled, pulling you tighter. “Hey.” He spoke softly. You looked up at him, still covering your face. “I love you, Y/N.” You didn’t think you could ever get used to hearing that from him.

“I love you too, Pedro.” You whispered.

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y'know how jumpy tommy was in the amusement park vlog,, what if after the vlog they're hanging out at wilbur's place and wilbur keeps trying to scare him, eventually finding out tommy's ticklish :0

Scaredy Cat summary: wilbur was messing with tommy all day and trying to scare him, until he figured out something interesting a/n: i'm really sorry for not writing in a while D: expect more fics coming soon! like half of my inbox got cleared so feel free to send in requests :D also im working on adding titles to all my fics LOL warnings: swearing, jokes about unsafe roller coasters w/c: 1.2k IRL, Platonic

All day, Wilbur has just been a nuisance. Starting on the way to the amusement park, Wilbur was explaining to Tommy the dangers of roller coasters. Well- trying to; over Phil’s scolding, it was hard to continue to inform Tommy without bursting into laughter.

Though, because of his fear of roller coasters and Wilbur’s “information,” Tommy was on edge all day- jumping and getting startled at the smallest things; and Wilbur was not helping at all. “Are you okay, Tom? You’re really jumpy, dude.” Phil gave him a sympathetic smile, trying not to laugh when the boy angrily groaned. “I’m not jumpy!” He grumbled out, looking forward.

Wilbur heard this and let out a chuckle, before lunging at Tommy and faking it out. The poor blonde jumped then immediately crossed his arms. “Stoppit!” He whined, furrowing his eyebrows at both Wilbur and Phil’s chortles.

“Mate, you are definitely jumpy. Calm down, it's going to be okay!”

“It would be okay if the failure rate for roller co-”

“Will!”

Tommy groaned again, shoving Wilbur. “Shut up, bitch!” He exclaimed, Wilbur playfully laughing at him and Phil letting out a few chuckles with a shake of his head. “You two, I swear.” Phil wheezed, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not my fault that I’m angry, Wilbur is being a dic- AH- Will!” Tommy shrieked and bent down trying to catch himself after the taller one decided it would be funny to lunge at Tommy again. Wilbur wheezed, patting his back. “It’s okay Toms, you’ll be a lot more scared on ‘The Smiler’ later, bud!” He sniggered, earning another eye roll from Phil.

“Stop saying that, you dickhead!” Tommy muttered, Wilbur giggling to himself. All day at the amusement park was the same, Wilbur trying to push Tommy’s buttons and Phil scolding him about it while also trying to hold back his own chuckles.

Eventually, the day was ending, and after they all rode the final coaster named ‘The Smiler,’ they decided to walk towards the exit of the park. “Will, I hope you know that I hate you. Very much, in fact.” Tommy straightened his back, glaring to the side at him. “No, you doooon’t!” Wilbur sang, squishing his little brother into a side hug which earned a dramatic grumble from him.

“I swear I cannot take you guys anywhere.” Phil joked, smiling at them. “Yeah Tommy, we can’t take you anywh-”

“Will.”

“Yeah Will- STOP!” Tommy didn’t have time to sass him before being jumpscared, pouting as he climbed into the car to be temporarily safe from Wilbur jumping at him.

The car ride home was surprisingly quiet. It was a comfortable silence, though; as they were all a bit tired from spending all day at Alton Towers. As they got closer to Wilbur’s place, that’s when the chaos started up again.

“Hey Tommy, did you know that cars are even more dangerous than roller coasters?” He smirked as he kept his eyes on the road, laughing as he heard Tommy’s loud whine, leaning back in his seat with crossed arms. “You’re dead to me.” He muttered under his breath, Phil picking up on what he said with a chortle.

When they got back to Wilbur’s place, Tommy was the first to run in and lay on the couch, finally not in a vehicle of some sort. The other two came in after him, snickering at the sight of Tommy sprawled out on the couch.

Wilbur grinned, tip-toeing up to the couch and reaching over to squeeze his side. Instead of the surprised shriek he expected, he was met with unexpected cackles. “What? Is being scared all of a sudden funny?” He asked with an amused look, putting his hands on his hips. “It’s not fuhunny!” Tommy complained, rubbing his side to get rid of the sudden after-tingles.

“Then why are you laughing- ohhh…I see...” Wilbur smiled at his realization. His little brother was a little ticklish, supposedly. “I don’t like that tone, Will. I don’t like it at ahAHAHALL- Nohoho!” Tommy burst into loud laughter at the hands that were attached to his lower ribs, squeezing gently. “Ah, so you are ticklish! I was wondering for a while!” Wilbur exclaimed innocently, smiling fondly at the boy.

“Sh- shuhut up! Phihil hehelp meheheheeee!” Tommy whined through his giggle fit, throwing his head back as his ‘attacker’s hands moved to his waist right above his hips. “I’m good, mate. I’m gonna go order pizza, does that sound good?” Phil asked, looking at the menu on his phone.

“Yeah! Tommy and I will share a pepperoni pizza!” Wilbur talked to Phil like he wasn’t tickling Tommy at the time, making it even worse for the blond. “Wilbuhuhur!” He complained again, weakly pushing at his hands but they didn’t budge. “Oh, sorry! Don’t worry, my full attention is on you now!” Wilbur smirked, fluttering his nails over the sides of his stomach, Tommy’s t-shirt not providing much protection.

“SHIHIHIT! YOHohou bihiHITCH!” He squealed, jerking away from the fingers which found his hips. “Hey hey hey! I wouldn’t be so mean, Toms, I think I just found a good spot!” The taller devilishly sniggered, lightly drilling his thumbs into the bundle of nerves on his hip bones. Tommy screeched, accidentally arching up more into the tickles and hitting at his hands. “WHIHIHHIY?!” Loud belly laughter poured out of him, making both Wilbur and Phil smile at the genuine laughter.

“Because I like your laugh, Tommy! Also- you kinda deserve it after calling me a bitch all day…” He tried to sound upset from it, but couldn’t hold back his chuckles from Tommy’s embarrassed high-pitched giggles. “N- NOHOHOHO!” Tommy wheezed, shaking his head as his laughter turned hiccupy at Wilbur’s fingers skittering up his ribs, scribbling in between the grooves of his upper ribs; which earned screamy laughter from the boy.

“Uh ohhhh~, bad spot, Tommy?” Wilbur teased, his fast fingers turning into just gliding his nails around his ribs which surprisingly raised Tommy’s laughter. Wilbur teasingly chuckled, tracing random shapes into his ribs before unexpectedly shooting them up to scribble into Tommy’s underarms, the hands that were previously covering his face shooting down.

Wilbur managed to pull out his hands from Tommy’s iron grip, smiling at him before scribbling them over his stomach once again.

“N’awww, there’s that smile! Tickle tickle tickle, Tommy!” That absolute bitch. Tommy could not stand any baby talk, as his pink face began to turn into a bright red. Wilbur, clearly amused by this, continued to use the same technique. “What’s wrong? Does somebody have a little ticklish tummy? Hmmm?” He cooed in that horrible baby voice, grinning at him.

“Alright you two, quit it! I need to call to order the pizza!” Phil yelled from the kitchen, Wilbur sighing but slowing his fingers. “Thahank g- gohohod!” Tommy continued to giggle just from the adrenaline of being wrecked, curling up into a ball once Wilbur got off of him.

“Don’t worry Tommy, I’ll make sure to continue after dinner!” He laughed, patting Tommy’s head and going to walk to the kitchen. Tommy smiled to himself at that, immediately covering his face after. Wilbur was evil, but was he ever going to complain about that? Probably not.

#mcyt tickle #lee!tommy #ler!wilbur #my writing #also the mcyt tk discord is in my pinned post if you'd like to join :D

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fuckit-hero-of-trains · 3 years

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Sit by the fire until... Chapter 2

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25870150/chapters/81650737

Here’s the thing they don’t tell you when you get magically transformed into a bunny rabbit against your will by the corrupted darkness of the Sacred Realm: somethings, unfortunately, tend to stick.

Now, Legend isn’t saying that he’s hiding a cotton tail under his tunic or that his soul secretly aches to frolic in meadows or spend his time sleeping in holes or whatever else it is that rabbits do when they're not busy being very confused and scared twelve year old Hylians.

No.

But that doesn't mean he was left unscathed by having his entire anatomy re-written in less than an instant.

Because of course he wouldn’t. Goddess forbid he ever catch a break for once in his life.

He was still pretty young when it happened, so Legend can’t remember if his teeth had been quite so bucked before the incident. Regardless if they were or not, they sure as Hylia are prominent now. Then there's also the fact that he never really grew into his ears, the damn things always just a shade longer than they should be for a regular Hylian.

Before he joined this wild cucco chase masquerading as an adventure, Legend would sometimes catch himself looking at Ravio wondering, Is that how I would have looked? Besides the hair and eyes, the merchant was supposed to be his mirror image after all. Zelda and Hilda were, so it stood to reason that he and Ravio should be the same.

In which case, the bucktooth thing was going to be a problem regardless.

The ears, on the other hand, are a completely different story. From the quick glances Legend has managed to steal of Ravio’s side profile, the merchant has relatively short ears himself, which just make the Veteran’s own look comically long when the two stand side by side.

And ugh, and that wasn't even touching on his… less physical changes.

Namely, his cravings.

Noshing on some leafy greens while home alone doing some chores? A-Okay.

Getting caught by Warriors and Twilight absentmindedly chewing on the hay he was supposed to be feeding the horses? Ehhh, not so much.

Goddesses, his ego still hasn’t recovered from the amount of jokes the Pretty Boy had made at his expense. And that’s not even mentioning the veritable mountain of carrots he found in his bedroll, no doubt courtesy of that flea bitten farmhand.

Regardless of the less than natural way he got these… attributes, Legend couldn’t say they were all bad. ‘Cuz sure, his ears were a bit longer than average, but he could also hear better than most of his companions, able to catch the sound of crunching leaves above even their loud bickering. Like wise, his eyes were sharper than others in the low light of dawn and dusk, allowing him to see things others would miss.

Frankly, both skills had helped keep him alive during his quests. He was thankful for them in a weird huh, guess that works kinda way, but thankful all the same.

But sometimes Legend wanted to wring the goddesses necks because really? Being turned into a rabbit couldn’t have fixed this particular problem?

This particular problem being his absolutely horrible pollen allergies.

“ A-A-A!”

Each rapid, involuntary inhale feels like a simultaneous punch to the gut and a gasp for breath, the air yanked into his body and then stoppered up. It leaves the veteran in a state of limbo as a paralyzing calm falls over him; lungs full of air, shoulders hiked up, muscles tensed.

For a second, everything feels lodged in place, frozen, like the Champion had used his stasis rune on him.

And–

Legend clamps his mouth shut and tucks his face into his elbow just as tension snaps and–

“- acheew! ”

Nothing but a soft, cut off sneeze slips past his lips, yet, the force of holding it back still sends Legend bowing over. He stays there, hunched over for a breath as his body recovers, before he straightens back up, sniffing irritably as he tries to ignore the itch prickling at his eyes and the congested pressure throbbing behind his sinuses.

A chortling huff sounds next to him and when Legend glances down he can see Wolfie– or should he say, Twilight– peering up at him, mouth open and tongue lolling in a doggy grin, but icy blue eyes too pointed, too teasing, to be anything but human.

Legend's nose twitches tellingly as it begins to tickle again and the wolf gives another stuttering huff. A laugh. Legend can practically hear Twilight’s twangy, Awww. You sneeze like a bunny.

The bastard.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, dog boy,” Legend grumbles, wiping harshly at his face in an attempt to stave off another sneezing fit. “Don't you have trees to piss on or something?”

That earns him peeled back lips and a growl, but Legend just sends the other a responding sneer as strides past the grumpy wolf and out into the rolling field of tulips that stands in front of them.

Another huff, this one more annoyed than amused, sounds behind the veteran before the wolf streaks past him, loping through the flowers with his nose down and tail high.

Legend rolls his eyes.

Twilight loves to show his teeth, but the farmhand is quite literally all bark and no bite.

And besides, they both have better things to do than needle one another. If Legend is going to be miserable, he may as well take steps to make that misery as short as possible.

Afterall, they aren't out here swanning through a meadow of flowers for pleasure.

The last Dark Portal they had all walked through had, once again, separated them. Legend and Twilight were lucky enough to find one another quickly, though, now that Legend thinks about it, it probably had less to do with luck and more to do with Twilight’s nose.

After regrouping, they had tried to search for the others more that day, but a storm had them holed up in a cave overnight to wait out the deluge. They had gotten up early to start their search again today, but so far they had no such luck in finding any of the others in the forest.

Which just left the inexplicable meadow of tulips surrounding the wood.

Legend had been hoping that the rain would keep some of the pollen at bay, but nooo that would be too merciful, wouldn’t it?

If anything, the rain just made this whole experience more aggravating. Now, along with stinging eyes, a running nose, and a throbbing head, Legend also had the delightful honor of feeling the tulip stalks and leaves and petals sliding wetly across his skin, the annoying slap of his tunic smacking his thighs as it got more sodden by the second, and the disgusting squish of water between his toes with every step he took through this Wind Fish damned field.

And sure, maybe it was worth it to reunite with the other heroes, but really, would it kill the goddesses to make his life just a little bit easier.

A bark pulls Legend from his miserable musings. Twilight's dark tail stands out among the ocean of pastel pinks and yellows and oranges, wagging frantically twenty meters away. It disappears after a second, replaced by a muzzle and expectant eyes.

Twilight barks at him again.

He must have found something.

Finally, Legend thinks as he begins to make his way over toward the other, hopefully a reason to get out of this floral hell hole.

“What is it, boy?” Legend asks, voice going high and mocking as he takes delicate care stepping on as many flowers as possible, “Little Time-y fall down the well again?”

Instead of a growl for his effort, Legend gets a flurry of black flecks falling upward, like pieces of reverse snow, in his peripheral vision.

“You know,” Twilight says as he straightens to his full height, eyes half-lidded. Unamused, “You’re really not as funny as you seem to think you are.”

And before Legend can interrupt that– No, actually, you just have a dog shit sense of humor. Literally– Twilight continues, “I can smell the smithy all over this thing.” He nods down at a small tree stump breaking through the tide of flowers. “The scent is a bit old, probably from sometime before last evening, but still traceable. I should be able to find him from here.”

Legend eyes the stump for a moment, peering into the cracked hole in the top of the wood. Inside, he can see the round, red caps of several toadstools sprouting.

He can also sense magic. Close to that of the fairies– natural and glittering and smelling of moss– but not quite the same.

The Smithy’s doing?

Or a natural occurrence?

Regardless…

“Welp,” Legend says, straightening up, “Let's go find him. Couldn’t have gotten far on those little legs of his.”

“Again,” Twilight huffs, the black fractals already consuming him once more as he transforms, “You’re not as funny as you think...”

His voice distorts and fades into nothing as the magic swallows him whole, leaving Legend once again having a conversation with a very unimpressed looking wolf.

“I like you better when you can’t talk,” Legend tells Twilight as the other sets off, snuffling at the ground.

The other pauses to give Legend a look that would be more at home on a disapproving mother’s face, before continuing his tracking.

He also whaps Legend in the leg with his tail.

Hard.

The prick.

They continue on their trek together like that for a while, Twilight occasionally pausing to shove his nose into the dirt some more as he decides which direction to follow as Legend trails behind, keeping his eyes peeled for a quadripartite tunic and a head of straight, gold hair.

It isn't long before the farmhand turned canine breaks off into a light trot and then a jog, and then a full on sprint.

And stops just as suddenly.

Legend is out of breath by the time he slides to a stop behind the farmhand, but from a cursory glance around, there doesn’t seem to be a short, mouthy smithy anywhere in the vicinity.

“What happened?” Legend asks, still searching, turning circles as he cranes his neck, “Did you lose the trail?”

Twilight gives a light whine, grabbing Legend’s attention.

Then he does two full spins and sits primly, looking up at Legend.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Legend crinkles his nose at the canine. “Use your words.”

Wolfie rolls his eyes in a way that Legend didn’t think was possible for dogs and then stands.

The canine stares at him intently, as though making sure Legend’s eyes are locked with his own. And then he flicks his eyes over the yellow tulip he is sitting next to meaningfully. Then back to Legend. Back and forth back and forth, his eyes go for a full minute before he stops and stares at Legend once more.

Legend feels as his face wrinkles in confusion.

It's just a regular tulip, just like the thousands currently around them. Pretty enough, he supposes. The bulb seems to be a little wilted, like it's been weighed down by rain water perhaps, but other than that, nothing to sneeze at.

Or everything to sneeze at, if you’re Legend.

Legend gives the flower one more skeptical glance before turning to look at Twilight once more, brow raised.

“Pretty,” he assures the other. “Not sure how it helps us find Four.”

Twilight heaves another too human sigh.

And then he reaches up, takes the sleeve of Legend’s tunic between his teeth, and yanks.

“Hey!” Legend yelps as he’s dragged down into the dirt, “Watch the teeth! The embroidery on this thing took forever to do and even longer to enchant!”

Twilight pays him no mind, pulling him down and forward, closer to his chosen tulip.

Legend tries his best to keep his face away from the damn thing.

“I swear on The Three, if your slobber stains–”

Legend’s words crumple up and die in his throat.

There’s something in the tulip.

At first glance, Legend would identify it as the Smithy's earring. The small feathered one that he takes special care of. The one that Four refuses to tell Legend the origin of, besides his cryptic, “From a friend.”

Legend would say that it was just the earring, but… but it isn’t.

Rather than being completely red with a white tip, Legend can see that this little feather is only mostly red. Right before the tip, a darker red plumage takes over, followed by purple and blue and green.

Also, rather than being attached to the small, golden chain and stud Four uses to fasten the jewelry to his earlobe, it’s attached to a body.

A very, very small body.

By now, Twilight has let go of his sleeve, but Legend both doesn’t notice and doesnt care, all of his attention fixed on the little creature before his eyes.

From what he can tell, the little creature is asleep, curled up in the bulb of the flower, his feather tail tucked up near his nose for warmth. Looking past the plumage, Legend can see that the little guy has a very rat-like face, complete with a small, twitching pink nose, long whiskers and–because the creature is shivering– long, chattering rodent incisors. Oval shaped ears stick out from the creature's head, a mix between mouse-like and Hylian.

And framing those ears is shoulder length, soaking wet blonde hair.

Blonde hair held out of the little guy's face by a green headband.

And…

And he’s wearing the smithy’s tunic?

“... Four?” Legend whispers in amazement.

And just saying the other’s name out loud is like a spell because suddenly Legend can see all signs. The little guy has Four’s bag over his shoulder and the Four Sword at his hip. That same magic that was by the stump– the not-fairy, fairy magic– completely surrounds him, dusting him in the same way he is currently dusted in yellow pollen.

“Is that you, Smithy?” Legend asks a little louder.

But rather than startle awake, the small creature– Four, Legend reminds himself– simply hunkers down more fully into the flower, curling up more fully as his shivers increase.

“He must have transformed in order to speak with the Minish around here.”

Twilight’s voice, even though it is a whisper, gives Legend a start. He hadn’t realized the other had transformed, nor had he seen the farmhand crouch down by his side.

The other isn’t looking at him as he speaks, cool blue eyes instead locked on the fitfully sleeping smithy, face concerned.

“He once told me that the Minish are insatiable gossips. He must have transformed to try and find us.”

The concern on the farhand’s face darkens the longer he stares.

“He must have been caught out in the storm,” Twilight says grimly.

Legend tries to imagine what that would be like. To be the size of a mouse and out in a storm. Tries to imagine what it would feel like for gale force winds to pull at drag at him, crushing him into the dirt one moment and yanking off his feet the next. Tries to imagine dodging back and forth between tulips, avoiding the head sized, stone cold rain drops pelting down from the sky

It's not a pretty pictograph, he’ll admit.

And ugh, Legend really isn't a fan of what it's making him consider.

He spares another glance at Four.

And fuck, the little guy shivers and shivers and shivers until the fower he is sleeping in is shaking with it.

And then, he sneezes, the sound coming out tiny and squeaky and weak.

Son of a bitch.

With a sigh that is as weary and reluctant and annoyed as he can possibly force it to be even though the vetran is feeling none of those things, Legend takes hold of the flower near its stem. As gently as possible, he digs his nails into the soft green there, cutting the flower from the ground while keeping it intact.

He hands it to Twilight, who takes it from him with gentle, if slightly confused hands.

With one hand, Legend flips open his shoulder bag. With the other, he rips his hat from his head with a motion probably a tad more violent than is really called for. He arranges the hat inside the bag, making sure to cover his items with the soft fabric while also shaping a soft bed.

Without looking up from his work, Legend extends a hand out to Twilight.

Makes a grabbing motion when what he wants isn't immediately in his hand.

After a second, Twilight slowly places the stem of the flower back in Legend’s hand and the Veteran gently lowers it in the small nest he had created, making sure the bulb sits in a place both shielded from the sun and extra comfortable thanks to the extra fabric padding beneath it.

In one smooth motion, Legend takes a hold of the strap of his bag, pulls it carefully off of his shoulder, and places it on the other side of Twilight’s neck.

And then, he reaches down and touches the dark stone hanging from the necklace around the farmhand’s throat, letting the darkness flock around and consume him.

When Legend blinks open his eyes, Twilight is looking down at him smugly.

He is looking down farther than usual.

Also looking smugger than usual.

“Shut up,” he grumbles, shaking out his fur before hopping on all fours to get closer to the bag.

“I didn’t say anything,” Twilight replies, not bothing to wipe the smug look off his stupid face even as he lowers the bag to the ground for easier access.

“Yeah you did,” Legend hisses quietly as he clambers carefully into the satchel, settling down the nest of leather and items and hat.

He pulls the flower closer to his side where it is warm.

Inside, he can feel as Four’s shivers begin to lessen.

"Cute," Twilight laughs from above them.

"Fuck you," Legend whisper spits, though he makes no move to push Four's flower away. If anything, he pulls it closer when he hears the smaller hero start to make small, chittering snores, surprised the smithy could sleep through such a racket.

Twilight, thankfully, doesn't comment, instead pulling the top of the bag loosely closed to give them some shade. Then, Legend feels as he gently lifts the satchel back up, slings it slowly over his shoulder as to not disturb the contents inside, and begins walking, hopefully back in the direction of the forest.

Legend can still hear the farmhand laughing to himself from within the bag, but without the others' eyes on him, he finds he doesn't care.

The pollen still itches at his eyes and nose and Legend can still feel the pound of his sinuses even now. But something about the shade and warmth and soft rocking of the bag makes it hard for him to mind.

Four gives a harty twitch, kicking a petal directly into Legend’s face.

And even that doesn't dissuade the veteran from his task.

Instead, Legend sighs and pulls Four even closer, relaxing despite the discomfort.

He’s got dirt on both Twilight and now Four, the two heroes with sticks most firmly inserted into their asses. He can get out of whatever chores and lectures they try to pin him with.

Yep, he thinks , distantly. That's why he did this.

For the blackmail.

And no other reason.

#yes this is the live write that started the whole sneet thing #I write fluff and thats the thanks I get for it /j #lu legend #lu twilight #lu four #reluctantly soft legend is such a mood #I adore it #also #the image of minish four curled up asleep in a tulip made me go feral #so I had to share it with others #train writes #linked universe #linkeduniverse

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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I usually don't like angsty stuff but I love it with a happy ending and I've been THINKING....

O'Knutzy... one of the boys, let's say Logan, has a nightmare where Finn tells him he doesn't love him anymore and because of that the relationship between the three doesn't work anymore and he loses both of them.

But than he wakes up they cuddle and kiss and everything is fine

This was a rough one to write, but very cathartic. O’Knutzy credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for night terrors, crying, and insecurity

Logan wakes up in a bed, and he is alone. Once upon a time, this would not have been unusual, but for the past five months—six? Seven? Leo always teases me for forgetting our anniversary—he has greeted the morning with two warm bodies next to him, their steady breaths easing his mind.

Logan is…cold, this time. He hates being cold. “Peanut?” he calls when he hears sounds from outside the bedroom. “Finn?”

The rustling doesn’t stop; nobody responds. He frowns and clambers out of bed, stretching his back and reaching for one of the many, many hoodies that usually lay crumpled on the chair in their room. Logan stops dead in his tracks when he sees only two there, and both are his own. Panic spikes in his chest. “Mes amours? Where are you?”

“I told you not to wake him up,” Finn whispers harshly. Logan frowns and walks out, nearly tripping over the multitude of cardboard boxes lining the hall. His boys are in the living room, packing the blanket Leo’s mother made for them for Christmas.

“What’s going on?” Logan asks warily as he steps over a box labeled ‘clothes—Finn’. “Why are you packing our things?”

“We’re leaving,” Finn says. His voice is devoid of emotion and he looks at Logan with utter contempt. He feels as if he has been doused in ice water and then set aflame.

“What?” He glances at Leo, who shuffles awkwardly. “Where are we going?”

“Not you.” Leo looks up at him, and his beautiful blue eyes are like chips of ice. “Just us.”

Logan is drowning, he’s sure of it. He is suffocating on the dark cloud of fear and agony that billows from the place his lungs used to be. “No.”

“Yes.” Finn rips a piece of packing tape off the roll and Logan flinches.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t love you anymore.”

Logan’s legs give out and he sits down hard on the floor, barely registering the flash of pain. “But—”

“No.” Finn’s face is twisted and furious all of a sudden, and Logan is almost grateful—at least there is something left of the passionate, bleeding-heart boy that he loves with everything in his fucking body instead of that mask from before. “No, Logan, you don’t get to keep us here. I don’t love you.”

“But you do.” His voice is feeble even to his own ears. “You said it when you kissed me goodnight. Peanut-“

“Don’t call me that,” Leo says quietly. Logan’s heart snaps in half.

“Please.” He doesn’t know what he’s begging for anymore. An explanation, maybe, or just for them to stay. “Please.”

“This is your fault,” Finn continues as he opens a new box. “If you had just talked about your feelings, we wouldn’t have to do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Logan chokes out as the first tears start to fall. “You hate being told what to do.”

“You don’t know me—”

“I do know you!” Logan shouts. It rings throughout the apartment, along with his ragged breaths. “I know you better than anyone. You’re Finn O’Hara, Harzy, my best friend, my Finn—”

“I’m not your anything.”

“Leo, please tell me what’s going on.” Logan turns to Leo and sees almost nothing on his face. For the first time he can remember, that shining sunlight is dim.

“Finn doesn’t love you. I’m going with him.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t stand being around you.” Exasperation laces Leo’s tone, as if he’s speaking to a child. “The only reason I was with you is because Finn was there.”

Some horrible, strangled noise rips out of Logan’s throat and he covers his mouth with his hands. This is what dying feels like, he thinks. This is it. “Don’t do this,” he pleads, little more than a whisper. “Please don’t.”

Finn opens his mouth, looking straight at him with those hard brown eyes, and Logan knows what he’s about to say. “Good—”

Logan wakes up in a bed, and he’s not alone. A cut-off shout escapes him as he scrambles out of the blankets that threaten to drag him back under and his foot connects with something warm that grunts, reaching out toward him. “No!”

The floor is unforgiving as he falls onto it and shoves himself back against the wall, shaking from head to toe as the beginnings of a scream accompany every shallow breath. “Logan?”

A sob, clogged and gross, tears from his throat and he puts his forehead on his knees. “I’m so sorry,” he blubbers.

“Holy fuck, Lo. Leo, wake up.” More shuffling sounds come from the bed and a sleepy voice murmurs something, confused. “Leo, wake up.”

Two gentle hands rest on his shoulders and Logan thrashes away. “Get off me!”

“Hey, shhhh, it’s me.” The voice is terrified, he can tell. But it is so achingly soft. “Lo baby, it’s just me.”

“F—F—” He can’t even get the name out as more tears pour down his face. Someone slides off the bed and kneels next to him, a dark shadow.

“It’s me,” Finn says again, running his hands down Logan’s arms. “It’s your Finn. Leo’s here, too.”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry.” He balls up tighter, digging his fingers into his thighs. “I’m so sorry, just please don’t leave.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Leo murmurs, still accented from sleep. Logan makes a noise like a wounded animal and a third hand comes to brush the sweat-damp hair off his forehead. “What’s wrong, Lo?”

“You’re leaving.”

“What?”

“You’re leaving,” he repeats, voice cracking with grief. “You’re leaving and I’m sorry.”

“We’re not leaving,” Finn says. A solid weight presses against the length of his side and an arm comes to rest over his back. “See? We’re both right here for you. You had a nightmare, baby.”

Logan only sobs harder; in his mind’s eye, Finn is still glaring at him with that stonelike distaste as Leo watches him weep with no reaction. “Can you tell us what it was about?” Leo’s hands are broad and warm on the sides of his legs, even through the fabric of his sweatpants.

“You—you don’t—” Logan takes a few gulping breaths. “You don’t love me anymore.”

There is a small, punched-out exhale from Leo and a shuddering gasp from Finn. “That’s not true.” Finn sounds like he’s crying. “That is not true, Logan.”

He shakes his head. “You said it so many times. So many.”

“Look at me, Lo,” Leo says, smoothing Logan’s hair back. “Please look at me.”

Come on, Tremblay, you can do it. He sniffles and raises his head just enough to see over his knees; Leo’s got heartbreak written all over his face as he carefully wipes Logan’s cheeks dry with the heels of his hands. Logan can’t bear to look at Finn right now. His chest still hurts too much. “Please don’t go.”

“I won’t,” Leo promises. Even in the low light of the streetlamps through their window, he glows. “I love you too much to do that. It was just a nightmare, okay? None of that was real.”

A shiver rolls through Logan again and Finn’s arm tightens around him. “It felt real, and it hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” Leo kisses his forehead. “You’re cold. Do you want to go back to bed?”

A slender hand comes into Logan’s periphery and touches Leo on the arm, light as a feather. “Logan, please look at me,” Finn says. Logan squeezes his eyes shut. I can’t. “Please.”

“I asked you to stay.” His voice is broken glass, each word tearing his throat. “I asked you to stay and you looked me in the eyes and told me you didn’t love me. You hated me.”

“Logan, please.” Finn sounds miserable and Logan can hear the tears in his voice as he finally turns. His eyes are so bright, so wide, so Finn as two small rivers form on his cheeks. Bambi, he thinks. “I love you so much, Logan. I would never, ever say that to you.”

Logan’s lower lip wobbles and he leans his head against Finn’s shoulder, prying one hand off his leg to pull Leo close as well. “I know. I know. It wasn’t you.”

That is one thing he is sure of, one thing he would swear in front of God and every angel. Those cold caricatures in his nightmare were wrong on a deep, deep level—Leo radiates kindness. Finn looks at him with nothing but love. Their other selves were the exact opposite of everything Logan adores about his boys.

“Are you going to be alright?” Leo asks as he places a light kiss to Logan’s temple. “We don’t have to go to sleep if you don’t want to.”

“I’m so tired.”

“Okay.” None of them make an effort to stand.

He knows Finn and Leo are having a silent conversation and nuzzles against Finn’s warm collarbone, pulling Leo’s arm up to kiss his wrist. “Can I be in the middle?”

That draws a light laugh from both of them. “Yeah, Lo, you can be in the middle,” Finn says, getting to his feet on wobbly legs and hauling them both up with him. They collapse into bed again, dragging the covers up to their shoulders.

“I feel like a panini,” Logan mutters as they squish him between their chests. There is a moment of silence before they break down laughing and a series of kisses find their homes on his face and back; he wraps an arm around Finn’s chest and presses into Leo’s steady warmth. “Goodnight. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Lo.”

“Love you, baby.” Finn shifts closer and sighs against him. “And that will never change.”

#leo knut #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #o'knutzy #lumosinlove #coast to coast #my fic #fanfic #nightmares

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soda-pop-kandy-krush · 3 years

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omg this request has been in my inbox for so long ahshfhdgh i’m sorry it’s so late, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

6. “Stay still!”

27. “I still love you.”

Romantic Analogically

“Virgil.”

Barely biting back his grin, Virgil nuzzled his cheek into Logan’s chest. “Hm?”

“Please, stay still…” Logan growled, the fingers of his free hand tangling in the dark side’s hair, scratching his scalp gently.

Virgil practically purred, his eyes slipping shut. Cuddling with Logan was wonderful, but he could be such a snooze sometimes. Especially when he so very rudely refused to pay full attention to his dear, darling boyfriend- instead focusing on the boring book he insisted on burying his nose in all hours of the day. Yawn.

He was lucky he was so cute, Virgil thought to himself as he breathed deep the comforting smell of fabric detergent, coffee, and something warm and musky and distinctly Logan. A breathy moan escaped his mouth when he felt the smooth pressure move down his neck, massaging the tightness he always forgot was there until his seemingly magic fingers came along to ease it away. Mm… Cute and good with his hands.

But, in spite of his pretty face and knowledge of how to make Virgil melt into a puddle of goop, he was still horribly stubborn and unwilling to put down his book to give him the love and attention that he deserved. And that just wouldn’t do.

“Logan…”

“Yes?”

“I’m bored.”

Silence. Logan turned his page. “Are you, now?”

“Mm-hm…”

“And what do you suppose I should do about that?” He said, his fingers slowing down to play with the fluffy hair as the nape of his neck.

Virgil grumbled, burying his face into Logan’s abdomen, his voice muffled by the soft flesh. The corners of Logan’s mouth twitched as he made out something along the lines of ‘You suck’.

“Ah, I see.” He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the hand holding his book, before finally placing it on the coffee table next to them. “Instead of asking me for what it is that you want, you’re going to sulk like a child and force me to guess for myself.”

A rush of heat prickled beneath where Logan’s fingers were still stroking his hair. He was casting a line; offering bait- and really, it would be foolish of Virgil not to take advantage of the opportunity by making the most of Logan’s playful mood. Turning his head to the side so that the grumpy pout on his face was visible, he nodded in silent petulance.

“Of course.” Logan sighed, even though he couldn’t hide the fondness in his voice. “Hmmm, well then...”

Two fingers began to creep up each of Virgil’s sides, tip-toeing slowly and gently from just above his hips, wiggling against the tender dip of his waistline, before settling at his lowest ribs. Virgil had to bite his cheek to stop himself from smiling, already blowing quick puffs of air out of his nose to disguise the laughter he could feel bubbling up.

“Yes, yes, interesting.” He muttered to himself, furrowing his brow pensively as his fingers suddenly scuttled up Virgil’s ribs and dug into his armpits. Virgil squeaked, clamping his arms down and dissolving into surprised giggles. Logan frowned.

“No, this won’t do, let me just…” He held one of Virgil’s elbows, pulling his arm to the side just enough so that his other hand was free to worm its way back underneath. He smirked when Virgil squealed, his chest and stomach swooping as Logan’s fingers chased after him whenever he arched away. “Much better.”

“Nohoho! Lo! Stoppit!”

“Shhhh, Virgil...” Logan chided. “You’ve been disruptive enough as is, you could at least allow me to carry out my research in peace...”

“R-Research? Whahat research?”

He took mercy and let go of his arm, instead moving both hands to settle on his back and drift along the length of his spine with light, sweeping touches that left Virgil breathless as he tried to swallow soft giggles.

“I’m conducting a very important scientific experiment.” Logan whispered, fingers creeping further and further down his back. “But, I’m afraid I’ll have to gather much more data to work with before I draw any conclusions.”

With that, he wrapped his hands around Virgil’s hips and began rapidly squeezing. Virgil gasped, immediately bursting into loud laughter as his hands shot down to try and shove Logan away. Whilst this wasn’t the exact kind of attention he was gunning for, he couldn’t really say that he was mad about it either. Logan liked to pretend he was all cool-headed and stoic, but Virgil knew better. Deep down, he was just as much of a goofball as the others- and if it took bugging him all afternoon to get him to come out and play? He could certainly live with that.

“Nohoho!” He cried when Logan’s thumbs managed to wiggle underneath to get at his stomach. “Not there! Not there!” Virgil slammed himself down to try and trap them, the tingly sensations lighting up his nerve endings like a switchboard.

Undeterred, Logan switched to the same spidery tickles from before, concentrating both hands on the right half of Virgil’s torso and causing him to lurch away, rolling off of Logan and onto his side. Unfortunately for him, that was exactly what he had planned for, and Logan wasted no time wrapping an arm around his chest to hold him still as he slipped his other hand up his t-shirt and clawed at his belly.

Virgil shrieked, falling into a fit of desperate cackles. He could just about handle being tickled anywhere else, but his tummy was his weak spot and Logan knew it (he would have cussed him out for playing dirty, but he was far too busy giggling his head off to speak so coherently). Plus, by this point he was so loopy-giddy from the silliness of it all that he was too weak to do more than just lay there and take it, scrunching up his shoulders when he felt a soft, breathy chuckle against the back of his neck.

“This is terribly unprofessional of you, Virgil.” Logan tutted as he pulled him back onto his lap, continuing to squish and squeeze all over his midriff. “Really- science is no laughing matter...”

“Lohohohogan! Plehehe-!” Virgil hiccuped, his eyes misty with tears. As ruthless as Logan was, even he could tell it was time to wrap things up, and so he began to slow down until he was gently tracing the perimeter of his torso with light, feathery touches.

“I think that’s all that I’ll need for now. Although,” He poked Virgil’s belly button, smirking at the little yelp it produced. “I’ll know where to go if I need to run any more repeats.”

Virgil whined through his last few giggles. “Youhu nerd…” He held onto Logan’s wrists as he wrapped him in his arms. “S-So…” He panted. “What’s your conclusion?”

Logan’s smirk softened. “It’s just as I suspected.” He pressed a gentle kiss to his neck, delighting in the way it made the tips of his ears blush, before resting his chin atop the crown of Virgil’s head. “You are, in fact, one hundred percent adorable.”

Virgil scoffed, hiding his red face in his sleeve-covered hands but not before Logan caught sight of the dopey grin on his face. “I hate you…” He grumbled.

“Oh? It sounds like somebody needs another round before they’re convinced...” Logan teased, cradling him closer and allowing their legs to intertwine. Virgil squeaked, hands coming away from his face to bat at Logan’s as he trapped him in the hug.

“No!” He tittered nervously. “Nohoho, I’m not, I’m not- I still love you, I prohomise…”

Humming thoughtfully, Logan relaxed his grip. “Alright, I’ll leave you be. For now.” He pressed one more tickly kiss against Virgil’s cheek, smiling against the warm skin and letting his eyes slip shut.

Virgil giggled, feeling more than a little smug that he had managed to get what he wanted as he wriggled around so that he was on his front again, snuggling into Logan’s chest with a content sigh.

They lay in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s calming presence enough that they were on the verge of dozing off, but it wasn’t more than a few minutes later when Virgil’s ears pricked at the sound of something rustling directly above him.

“Logan.” He mumbled, his eyes still closed. “You’d better not be reading that dumb book again.”

There was a brief pause before Logan sighed, clapping his hardback shut and carefully placing it back on the coffee table.

“... It was worth a try.” He muttered sheepishly, settling back down for their long-overdue cuddling session.

#asdsdhfjgh i really like this one analogical is very very cute 🥺💗#i hope you guys enjoy it too! thank you for the request as always!!#ler!logan #lee!virgil #ticklish!virgil #ugh one day i will write lee!logan. i'll get him #my writing #sweet tickles #tss tickle

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koos-euphoria · 3 years

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jimin/reader | fluff/angst | 12 | idol!jimin

requested: no

wordcount: 777

warnings: protective!jimin, Someone tries to pull y/n away. Jimin punching someone.

— summary: exiting from your flight with Jimin and the boys, someone tries to pull you away from them.

notes: this was inspired by chat I was having with my bestie, so this is for her uwu @jikooknoona💕

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ | ʙᴛs ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ

The flight was long, being one who is never able to fall sleep on the plane, makes it safe to say that your exhausted. Jimin on the other hand sleeps like a baby, quiet snores falling past his plump lips. Eyelashes fluttering every now and again as he floats in the middle of dreamland. As the you hear the flight captain over the intercom, telling passengers that they will be landing, Jimin wakes up. Groaning as he stretches out his limbs, bone clicking. Lifting his head he catches you staring, smiling softly as he giggles. “Enjoying the view angel?” He teases, fingers reaching out and poking in between your ribs, tickling you. You’re quick to push his hands away as you try told hold in loud laughs not wanting to disturb anyone.

He giggles again as he grabs your hands, linking your fingers together, leaning forward Jimin presses his lips against yours in a gentle kiss, one hand coming up to your cheek, his thumb running along your cheekbone as he pulls away, before he smiles again. Eyes twinkling, as he is quick to squish your face coping at how cute you are, eagerly pressing more kisses all of your face, making you giggle.

You both are so wrapped up in one another that you don’t realise that the plane has landed, passengers walking past to get off. “C’mon you two.” Namjoon calls, standing above you as he smiles at how endearing you both are with one another.

Jimin is the first to stand collect things together before he hold his hand out for you to take. Humming in delight when he feels you slide your palm within his. “Let’s go, pretty angel.” Walking in front of you as he leads you down the small isle and out the plane hand in hand.

As you guys exit the terminal Jimin pulls you closer to him, hand letting for of yours so he can wrap his arm around your waist protectively knowing that you and the rest of the boys are about to be swarmed in a second.

And that’s what happens, with a second of exiting the doors, screaming is heard in all directions, all genders pushing against the body guards in order to get closer. Overwhelmed is how you felt as you kept your head down, hand reaching out unconsciously to grasp the material of Jimin’s shirt.

“It’s okay baby, almost out.” You feel his whisper into your hair placing a small kiss on the crown of your head. At this you hear a masculine voice shout from next to you, before you feel someone pull at your hair ripping you out of Jimin’s embrace and into their chest. You let out a cry of pain holding where the person griped, tears springing to the corner of your eyes as you try to escape out of the strangers arms.

Jimin however, is furious dark eyes pinning on the male who has a hold of you. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears as the tips turn red. Gently, Jimin grasps your arm his eyes flickering to you worriedly, before they go back to the stranger. “I suggest that you let go.” Jimin spits, and the mans face slightly pales at how deadly Jimin looks. But still the stranger stands his ground laughing nervously. “Or what?” He asks, trying to sound intimidating but horribly failing.

All Jimin does is raise an eyebrow, the look even makes you shiver, you almost worry for the unknown man. Almost. However Jimin is quick to tug you into his chest when the man loosens his hold in fear. Pushing you behind him and into one of the other boys - who you find is Hoseok when you look up, as he repeatedly asks if you’re alright with furrowed eyebrows - before he balls his fist up and pushes the stranger in the jaw.

The stranger stumbles back slightly at the impact his hand flying up to his jaw as his stings. When the stranger finally clicks that he’s been punched he lunges towards Jimin, but is stopped as one of the body guards manage to get in between the males in time. Pulling him away and out of the building.

Jimin’s eyes follow them both until you move in front of his view. Gaining his attention, as you place your hands on his face gently. His eyebrows furrow as they scan you from head to toe. “Are you okay angel? Did he hurt you?” He asks, but all you do is laugh softly, shaking your head. “I love you.” You say before you pulling him down for a kiss.

#thebtswritersclub #btscreatorscorner #bts imagine #bts fluff #bts drabble #park Jimin imagine #park Jimin fluff #park Jimin drabble #Jimin imagine #Jimin fluff #Jimin drabble #Jimin x you

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glenncoco4 · 3 years

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Heat

A/N: Pre-All In Densi. Rated M.

••••

She steps over to the bedside table, flicking on the small table lamp as the sound of his water drenched shoes squish against the old shag carpet. The loud pounding from her heart fills her ears when the door shuts. Ever since last night things between them have been a bit off, maybe its because of her reaction to finding out that Grace, Deeks’ girlfriend of eight months, got a job offer in New York. Or maybe its because every time he’s tried to speak to her today, she’s found an excuse to leave or change the subject. Probably both.

Now the problem is is that there was a case in Big Bear that needed NCIS’ attention and they were the only ones available. It was about 3 hours into their drive until Deeks finally worked up the courage to ask her what’s going on when a loud pop sounded and the SRX jolted.

So here they are, in a small roadside motel, drenched from head to toe with no service and no car. Luckily for them, the last room available was a twin room, but there’s definitely no escaping her partner’s interrogation now. But it doesn’t mean she can’t try. ”You can take the shower first.”

His eyes haven’t strayed from her since they left the SRX stranded on the side of the dark mountain road. She’s shivering and all he can think about is her reaction last night. The pure anger she was trying to hold back, but more than that he could see the hurt in her mismatched orbs. The lost little girl that had been let down so many times before he came along.“No it’s okay. You should go.”

“Deeks, just go.” She signs in resignation. The thought of freezing to death sound so appealing right now because if she’s dead at least she won’t feel this gut wrenching ache inside her soul anymore.

“Listen, Kens, I-“

“Just forget it, Deeks. I know I was out of line.”

She can feel the dread wash over her as he tells her the news. There are so many things she wants to say but its a question that she fears the answer to that leaves her lips. “So you’re going with her, aren’t you?”

“I-“

Not giving him time to respond for the anxiety of what his answer may be, she quickly cuts him off. “I should’ve expected this.”

His brow furrows as he watches turmoil filled anger fill her eyes. “What?”

“You chasing some tail to another state.”

He’s gobsmacked, what in the hell is her problem? She’s never had a problem with Grace before but now apparently she’s just some blonde bimbo and he’s a douche thinking with his dick. “Okay, that’s enough.”

“Well, you know what, Deeks? You go…you abandon the people that depend on you, that need you.”

There are tears forming in her eyes and it breaks his heart. Everything is just so screwed up and he’s not sure what to do, well he is, he’s just not sure what the outcome will be. He could lose his best friend. “Kens-“

“No, I gotta go.” She takes a shake breath before turning to the door and with one last look, says the words that feel like ice picks to both of their hearts. “Goodbye, Deeks.”

He looks up from his phone as the bathroom door slowly opens and a gust of steam fills the room. She trails out in sleep shorts and a tank top, her teeth still chattering as she makes her way over to the fire place. He tries to distract the awkwardness in any way possible, awkwardness that has never been apart of their relationship until now. “No service. I can’t believe this.”

“I can.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“It means-it means nothing. Never mind.”

“Kens.”

“What?”

“What were you fixing to say?”

Taking a deep breath she realizes that maybe this is a good thing. Maybe getting this out in the open will help her move on even if she doesn’t want to. Turning around, her eyes meet his cerulean blues, those eyes…those eyes are one of the things she’ll miss most about him. Crossing her arms around her chest to try and keep herself steady, she wills herself to get this out. “It means that things tend to go horrible for me in life. First my mom left me, then my dad died, and I was out on my own for so long that the next time I trusted someone, he left me, too. I was closed off for so long and then you came along and I really thought-I really thought that you would be here to stay. When you came along all those other people that left hurt less because I had you. You were here and made me feel like I mattered. That I was worth a damn. I just really thought you’d be the one that stayed.”

He can feel the tears pooling in his eyes as he quickly throws the covers off him and stands up, closing the distance between them. He wants to reach out to her, take her hands and never let go, but stops himself. “Kens, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You say that now but what happens if Grace takes that job in New York and you follow her?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“I know. You’re gonna follow her and eventually get married. Meanwhile I’ll be here, living in my studio apartment, probably die getting eaten alive by my hoardings, knowing that the man I love is on the other side of the country, living the dream I had for us with some other woman.” Her eyes go wide when she realizes the words that came out of her mouth, she intended to let him know how she felt but not that much.

His eyes go wide at her confession. He can feel his heart rate pick up speed because Kensi doesn’t do this. She doesn’t let her emotions be known to the world. “The man you what?”

“Nothing. Just forget it, Deeks.” Teeth still chattering, she quickly makes her way to the furthest side of her bed and hurriedly hurries herself into the covers before switching off the lamp. “Goodnight, Deeks.”

She tosses and turns for about 10 minutes, finally landing on her side as the sound of the crackling fire fills the room. She can sense movement on his side of the room but brushes it off, figuring he’s getting up to go to the bathroom when suddenly the comforter on the other side of her bed is pulled back and the bed dips. Her eyes go wide as he comes up behind her, his arm going around her waist and nothing between their bodies but the thin material of her sleep shorts and his boxers. The feel of his already stiffing member against her ass making her pussy wet.“Wh-what are you doing?”

“You’re shivering.”

His breath is warm against her ear, sending even more desire through her body. She tries to hold back the moan from leaving her lips and urge to grab his cock because there’s still one thing in the way of this truly happening. “Look, I appreciate it, but I’m sure Grace wouldn’t.”

“There’s no more Grace.”

She quickly spins around in his arms, mismatched orbs opened wide in shock. “What?!”

“We broke up.”

She can feel a new surge excitement run through her body at his words. He’s not leaving. He’s staying. “Please tell me you didn’t break up with her over the phone earlier.”

“Of course not.”

She looks at him quizzically, trying to hold back from straddling his hips and having her way with him. She needs answers first and then she’ll have her way.

“We broke up last night after you left. I was going to tell you today, I just couldn’t find the right time and then we got stranded.”

“But why?” Her brow furrows in question.

“Well, for starters she wanted me to go with her to New York and my body can’t handle those long winter months.” A smile spreads to his face as she smiles and her forehead finds his chest. The vibrations of her laughter, sending a thrill through his body. “But really, it was because I realized something.”

She pulls back, her magnetic eyes full of hope and yearning. “What’s that?”

“I’ve never been able to just be with Grace, you know just sit in silence and be with her, really relax.” He brings his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb moving back and forth across her olive toned skin…this is the moment. “Everytime I’m with you no matter how much noise or how little, I feel at peace just being near you.”

“You-you do?”

“I love you, Kens.”

Her heart begins to hammer and she can’t resist any longer as her lips find his in a desperate, earth shattering kiss. “I love you. I love you so much.”

He can’t hold back any longer, especially with her pert nipples poking him through her top. His hand traces its way down her stomach before his fingers latch onto the hem of shorts and pull them down around her knees giving her the chance to kick them off completely before he’s shimmying out of his boxers.

His hand wraps around her thigh and spreads her leg open, giving him the perfect view of her already soaked pussy. Cerulean blues find mismatched chocolate orbs as he licks his lips, sending a bolt of electricity through both their bodies. “I want to taste you…but first-“

She watches as he takes hold of his hard cock, rubbing the tip through her folds before he carefully slides into her, making them both moan as a pleasure neither have ever experienced before encapsulate all their senses. Lifting up her top, to reveal her breast, her hands wrap around each one, letting out another moan as he continues to drive into her over and over again.

His lips find hers in a hungry kiss. God, he loves her so much. If he could spend the rest of his life like this with her, he would. He works his way from her lip to her jaw, down her neck, eventually finding her chest. As he continues to drive into her, his eyes find hers telling her what he needs.

She sees what he needs in his eyes and moves her hands away from her perky breast giving him the go ahead. And as soon as she does, his lips find her pert nipple as his free hand massages the other. Euphoria. Euphoria is the only word she can think of to describe this feeling.

It doesn’t take long for both of them to come undone. Years of pent up love and desire giving them pleasure beyond comprehension to anyone but them. They let out one more unified moan of glory before he pulls his softening member from her drenched heat and plops down on his back next to her.

His arm finds its way around her shoulder, pulling her into his side as her own arm finds its way around his abdomen. He places a kiss to the top of her head, relishing in this moment, the sound, the smell, the feel of her sweaty body pressed against his.

“Will you love me like this forever?” She tilts her head back with an openness shining in her eyes. An openness that she’s only let him see.

“Only if you promise me the same.”

A soft smile spreads to her lips as she slowly nods her head. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we.”

His forehead finds hers, their eyes dancing with passion, ecstasy and the most pure love known to man. “Yeah, we really are.”

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #Smut #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic

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eagehaunting · 3 years

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Mystery March 2021 day 12: Friend

This is actually a sequel to the day 10 prompt! I hope you all enjoy!

A heavy beat from the drums of one of the bands made Lewis’s heart race. With each beat setting off a new wave of impulses and urges. Tapping his fingers against his tequila, Lewis wets his lips and tries to keep his attention solely on Arthur.

Arthur, who sips his Irish cream eagerly and softly pants. Considering that Arthur had been jumping around and dancing around him within a crowd, as musicians blare and sweat drenched people collide, it wasn’t a huge surprise. But Lewis almost wished he was in the crowd again, distracted by the loud noise, head too full of euphoria to pay attention to the pesky thoughts that kept poking at him.

Kiss him, just do it. Look at his face, look at his lips. Do it. Do it-

The tequila rushes down his throat roughly. Lewis resists the urge to cough against the acidic liquid. Thankful that it stopped his stream of thoughts and turning to god this is horrible.

Arthur casts him a glance, sipping his drink and letting it hit the table a bit harder than usual.

“You like it? Your drink, I mean?” He asks, staring at Lewis with wide eyes. So unlike him and yet so... nice. The wall between them felt lower, and if Lewis wanted to, he could step right over and grasp those flushed cheeks and got a taste of Irish cream-

Another sip. Clenching his eyes shut as the bitterness has him shivering. Finally Lewis nods and squishes his near empty cup, hardly realizing that it was close to empty. “I do actually. Thank you for buying me a few, it’s been nice.”

“Your f-face says otherwise.” Arthur murmurs, hardly lifting his mouth from his straw.

Lewis bobs his head in agreement, “I think I drank a bit too much. I’m actually getting a headache now.”

“Shit,” Arthur swallows thickly and his hand shoots out, grabbing Lewis’s hand- his drink, pulling his drink from Lewis’s clumsy fingers with more grace than he imagined from the drunk man. “We-well then maybe we should head out? I t-told Ya’ I wouldn’t keep you out here long.��

Before Lewis could object to his drink being stolen, Arthur’s hands stutter, and the glass tips over.

“Fuck!” They both say at the same time. Lewis snags a few napkins and frantically tries to wipe, Arthur scrambles to grab the glass, failing to avoid spilling the drink. “D-dammit, Lew, I’m sorry- shit. W-want me to buy a drink to go?” Arthur asks, voice high with worry. Lewis flickers up, frown falling with a sigh.

“It’s.. it’s fine. Really, don’t worry. Pl-plus, one of us should be a bit more sober when we go to get a cab out of here.”

Deflating, Arthur nods and miserably tries to suck down the rest of his. He downs a quarter of the glass easily before sputtering.

Look at him. We never see him like this. He’s so cute, so nice, why don’t we just say it-

Lewis’s eyebrows furrowing as he eyes the wet napkins holding his distraction.

Shit. He narrowly glances at the kernels of popcorn left in their mini bucket to his left, and the small bag of leftovers besides his feet.

Arthur’s lightly bouncing his toes. Eyes drifting over the crowd of people on the hill surrounding a stage, where a familiar band plays tunes Lewis could faintly recall singing along to on the way there-

Arthur gasps. Reacting to a new chord. He whips back to Lewis, bowing across the table and smacking his fingers against the grated table. “Lewis-! Ca-can we stay for just this song? I really like it and as soon as it’s over we can leave-“

Reaching over the table and lightly touching Arthur’s hand, Lewis waves off His rambling.

“Sounds perfect. I can order a cab now and clean up, and after this song we can leave.”

Arthur’s eyes light up, he nods eagerly. “N-need some help?”

“No, I got it. Just sit back and enjoy the song, okay?”

The song is bouncy, reminding Lewis of a tropical beach. Palm trees and sparkling lights that zip across the night sky. As well as the interior of a night club. He faintly pays attention to the song as he unzips his backpack and pulls out his and Arthur’s jackets, when the chorus catches attention.

I wanna ruin our friendship,

we should be lovers instead.

I don’t know how to say this, ‘cus you’re really my dearest friend.

Lewis’s heart stills. This has to be a joke. A cruel joke set up by the universe. A chill takes across his shoulders as the heartbeat like drums tap into his own, making his fingers twitch in time. Dropping the jacket onto Arthur’s lap, Lewis mumbles a command to put them on before gathering his trash and quickly escaping to throw them away.

See? Everything is telling you to go for it. He’ll accept, he has to, just listen!

His heart races, pounds. Every thought turned into a reflection of Arthur, his best friend, his.. crush. And all he wants to do is grab Arthur and pull him into a tight hug and hope that Arthur will understand what it means.

No. He cant. He can’t do that, what if it ruins everything? Arthur might hate him, might detest him, want nothing to do with him, leave him stranded.

But he might not.

Lewis’s heart stills, his skin prickling as a breeze presses against his front. Pushing him back to Arthur.

Turning around, Lewis catches Arthur’s eye. His new black hoodie makes his bright hair stand out, and highlights the warmth on his face. Amazing, his perfect, handsome best friend, waiting for him to come back so they can leave together.

I wanna ruin our friendship,

I don’t know how to say this,

’cus you’re really my dearest friend.

Lewis clears his throat as his feet move without warning. “H-hey, Arthur, can I tell you something?”

What was he even thinking to say? Hey Arthur, I love you in a romantic way. Arthur I want to be yours forever. I want to ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead-

Whatever sat on Lewis’s tongue vanished in an instant as he came within three feet of Arthur. His hands raised and grab at Arthur’s shoulders. Before Lewis realizes it, he’s leaning in.

Arthur’s eyes widen, Lewis’s eyebrows arch.

Their lips meet, and both of them freeze.

Lewis’s chest feels hollow as his heart fills it all with a racing beat, making his arms, legs, and stomach shaky as the moment replays again and again in his head. What may have been two seconds, felt like an hour before Lewis draws back. Panting, face and body tense, head throbbing with a new type of pain. His eyes searching desperately.

Arthur stares at Lewis blankly, mouth hanging open and eyes wide, face filled with shock or surprise or something that Lewis couldn’t really explain.

Arthur’s lip quirks up in what could have been a smile, but it’s apprehensive nature makes Lewis’s heart drop, “Wh-what was... Lewis? Why... what’s that about..?”

“I...” Lewis’s hands dangle there, lightly trembling. The song switches to something else with a roar from the crowd, becoming muffled as realization hits. “Arthur, I- I’m sorry. I didn’t think about what I was doing.” Tell him, tell him, TELL HIM! “I-I really like you, Arthur.” Lewis’s entire body shudders, weakness taking hold of every muscle as he tries to avert his eyes, only to land on Arthur. “I always have, ever since we were kids. I wanted- the entire trip I’ve been wanting to tell you, but I wasn’t sure how- or if it was even okay! I wanted to just s-say it. I’ve been wanting to kiss you this whole night, but I didn’t mean to force you-“

He’s lightly hit in the center of the chest, before Arthur grabs his shoulders. Lewis’s body and heart stills.

“Wait- seriously? You too? I- I mean we can keep kissing too if you want! I-I know I was kinda shit a minute ago, but I was just surprised.”

Wait huh? Lewis blinks as Arthur tries to close the gap between them again, but he pulls back, holding Arthur steady by his shoulder.

The incessant thoughts that were plaguing Lewis that whole day vanished, leaving him with his rational and his logic and a heavy cloud of what just happened looming over him. A storm cloud twisting in his racing chest and reminding him every way that this wasn’t okay.

But the tequila clouds his thoughts. All rational hidden in the cloud of smoke.

“W-wait. Maybe we can ... let’s wait until tomorrow? We’re a bit drunk right now, and I think that maybe we should talk about this when we wake up.”

He can only imagine Arthur’s thoughts spiraling by the confusion in his face, but Lewis pats his shoulder to snap him out of it. “N-not that I don’t think we should stop kissing, but I didn’t want our f-first to be like that. Right?”

Really, Lewis didn’t want Arthur to wake up filled with regret tomorrow. A measly kiss could be written off, but making out entirely? No. Lewis wasn’t going to allow it to go that far. His body already forced them enough.

They can wait.

And in fact, they did.

It wasn’t long waiting for their driver, not was it long to sit in the cab. Lightly brushing their fingers against the others and avoiding directly looking at each other. When they got back into their hotel, Lewis had to coax Arthur into the night ritual of brushing their teeth and undressing, as well as drinking some water before they crawled into their one, shared bed.

Lewis wasn’t sure how he managed to fall asleep so quickly, with his racing thoughts all surrounding his best friend beside him.

When he woke up, it all hit him all at once. The kiss most prominently lingering in his mind.

Being on his stomach let Lewis feel the cold sheets beside him, and lewis cracks open his eye to confirm that Arthur wasn’t still sleeping. In fact, Lewis caught a glimpse of the pale man leaning against the counter, with the familiar drip-drip of their portable coffee maker. The sun shining against his skin, making Arthur glow radiantly.

He might hate you. A thought points out, and Lewis closes his eyes to try and will away the churn in his stomach. The fear, the terror, the guilt...

His best friend, may hate him entirely...

Then as he shifts in his seat, a throb prickles through his head and Lewis groans unintentionally as the hangover blooms. He won’t be able to fall asleep now... maybe he should get it over with and get up.

Whimpering, Lewis pushes himself up and rolls onto his back, rubbing his palm against his forehead.

“Good morning, Lewis pepper.” Arthur’s croaky voice says, calm and gentle, Lewis could hear the smile on his face before he even opened his eyes. “Sleep well?”

“Mm,” Lewis groans and finally looks over at him, “I have a headache.”

“Hang over?”

“Yeah.”

There’s footsteps coming at him before a clink. Lewis opens his eyes, and a glass of water and two capsules are pressed into his face. Lewis takes it gratefully and swallows it back. Pushing himself off the bed, Lewis stretches and breaths in deeply, taking in the aroma of coffee and sweat from last night.

Arthur clears his throat, suddenly right behind Lewis, and becomes startlingly apparent when Arthur taps his shoulder and Lewis whirls around.

“So,” Arthur’s mouth is twisted up in his typical Kingsmen grin, it makes Lewis’s chest warm, “now that we aren’t totally blasted, let’s chat?”

It takes Lewis a moment to get over the surprise and embarrassment lodged in his throat before he nods. “Sure. I know I didn’t explain myself to to the best of my abilities. Perhaps over some coffee?”

“Sounds good. I have some brewing already, and I got your thermos ready for you.” Arthur thumbs to the kitchen and behind guiding Lewis there.

“Oh, how sweet.”

“Well of course, I am the sweetest!” Arthur says with a lazy flourish. Grabbing the coffee pot, Arthur begins to pour and Lewis takes his seat. Arthur then splashes in a sugar packet, a splash of milk, and a second larger splash of cinnamon creamer. His favorite, Lewis couldn’t resist smiling as he takes a sip.

“Thank you, Artie. It tastes really nice.”

“It does? Need any more sugar?”

“Hm,” another sip, “one more packet.”

Arthur tosses one to Lewis and takes a seat, folding his arms.

“So, I feel like I should ask one thing of you, Lew Lew.”

Pausing, Lewis hides his blush behind his thermos. Arthur continues.

“Give me a warning next time you’re going to steal my breath away?”

Lewis sputters and coughs into his hand, looking away. “I-I told you, I didn’t know what came over me. I’m not going to do it again.”

“And I didn’t think it would have happened at all. But one moment I was drinking Irish cream, jamming out, and the next minute all I could taste was tequila!” Lewis rolls his eyes and drinks his coffee as a distraction, and Arthur breathed out with amusement. “Not that I wouldn’t mind it happening again.”

#msa #lewis pepper #mystery skulls animated #arthur kingsmen #mystery march 2021 #lewthur #eage fanfic #they are gaY #ngl I feel Artie is a lil ooc #but this is also a fic idea I’ve had for like 2 years so idc #gotta get it out someHOW

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Fic: By The Sea (1/1)

Title: By the Sea By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette Disclaimer: They're not mine. Word Count: Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Part of the Nobody’s Baby Universe

Story Summary: Mandy’s first time at the Beach hijinks. Pure fluff.

A/N: Prompted by an Anon on Tumblr, Mandy’s first trip to the beach. She’s about just shy of 2 years old here, so you can imagine where it falls in the stories. There was about… a two-week hole from when I started this to when I finished it. Fluff doesn’t seem to be what my brain wants to focus on right now. Hope you all enjoy.

~*~

Peggy straightened; her one hand still held tight in Mandy’s as she pulled her sunglasses down with the other. “Well, this is quite embarrassing.”

Ana leaned over, holding the umbrella tight over the three of them as she whispered conspiratorially, “How long do you think it will take them?”

Peggy smiled, looking over the men a few dozen feet down the beach as they struggled with the poles and fabric that was supposed to be an easily assembled gazebo to keep them out of the sun. She shrugged and leaned over again, moving as Mandy toddled along, unsteady in the sand and dragging her along. “Well, we have the world’s strongest man, the world’s smartest man, and the world’s most patient man all working together.”

Ana followed, keeping the three fair ladies in the shade of the umbrella as Mandy led them back and forth in the new novelty of the sand. “So, next week then?”

Peggy laughed, and Mandy stopped, looking up and laughing, too, though she didn’t quite understand what she was laughing at. Peggy and Ana shared a look that lasted only a moment before Mandy pulled them along again. “Quite,” Peggy agreed. “If anything,” she ventured another peak over where Steve was consulting directions, Howard was blatantly ignoring them, and Jarvis was standing in the blaring sun, long suffering, “we’ll be lucky to have it for lunch.”

“Unch?” Mandy asked, looking up and smiling.

“Yes, darling, lunch.” Peggy repeated the word, exaggerating her lips. “Lunch.”

“Unch!” Mandy babbled it over and over, kicking her feet up and giggling as the sand kicked up into the air and squished between her toes.

“Want to switch?” Ana asked, holding out the umbrella.

“Ah, yes, please!” Peggy sighed happily, turning and handing Mandy’s sweaty hands over to Ana’s trusty grip. “She needs to grow six inches or I need to shrink. The leaning over is just terrible!”

“Aww, I think she’s just delightful the way she is!” Ana cooed the words, leaning over to kiss Mandy on the cheek as she adjusted her grip. “Though, yes, the leaning is terrible.”

Peggy stood, arching back as she held the umbrella over the three of them, the shade helpful but no match for the heat. “She’s gotten much steadier on her own, but…”

“Nard!” Mandy squeaked, pulling Ana along towards a group of seagulls.

“No darling,” Peggy followed dutifully, “that’s not Bernard, that’s a seagull.”

“Nard!” She tried again, this time taking one hand from Ana and pointing at a stray that was wandering closer.

“No, seagull.”

Mandy pouted, looking up at Peggy obstinately. “Nard!”

Peggy squatted down, meeting Mandy at her height and brushing the errant hairs from her sweaty forehead. “No. Darling, Bernard had to stay at the house. That is a seagull.” Peggy shook her head and looked at Ana as she stood. “I swear, Howard is on my shit list for ever introducing her to that bird!”

“Shit.”

Peggy and Ana both stopped and looked down at Mandy, who was smiling wide with the new word she’d just learned. She said it again. “Shit.”

Peggy turned away, smiling and waving at the boys who were somewhat farther along in their job, but still no closer to having any kind of actual shelter. “Steve is going to kill me,” she whispered to Ana, a hint of real panic in her eyes. “She said ‘damn’ three times last week.”

Ana chuckled, far less concerned. “She’s learning new words every day. Just ignore it and she’ll drop it.”

“Nard!”

“See?” Ana let Mandy pull away from her grip and toddle a few steps away. “She’s forgotten already!”

Peggy glanced back at Steve, dutifully still trying to hold poles in ways that seemed to defy gravity, knowing any anger he might feel would be minimal as he was having his own issues with curbing his language, as well. Mandy was silent for a moment, then her voice picked up a sound that Peggy had started to get far too familiar with and that meant mischief was coming. “Nard?”

Peggy swooped down, dropping the umbrella and grabbing Mandy right before she could grab a fistful of an unsuspecting seagull she’d managed to sneak up on. “Oh no, no touching the seagulls young lady!” Peggy kept her voice light, but she was frazzled enough that there was anxiety in her voice.

Mandy, however, was unhappy with being taken away from her find and let out a loud and shrill squeal as she squirmed to get out of Peggy’s hands and down to chase the bird that had now flow away. The sound caught the attention of most everyone on the beach, but especially Steve, who dumped the armful of posts and fabric he was holding into Jarvis’s hands without thinking before jogging over to Peggy.

Peggy was sure she would have found the way Jarvis slowly crumbled to the ground, trying his best to hold the weight of his new load and failing, quite comical had she not been trying her best to keep the squirming and crying toddler in her arms from running down the beach.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve was barely out of breath when he reached them, his arms out to be handed his daughter.

“Dad-dy,” Mandy moaned as he took her in his arms, as if Peggy had horribly wronged her by keeping her away from the seagulls.

“Drama queen,” Peggy whispered, shifting her caftan back in place. Steve just looked at her as Mandy burrowed into his arms, smiling. “She’s cross that I wouldn’t let her grab a seagull.”

“Oh, how dare Mama?” Steve cooed at Mandy as she quieted, brushing her hair back as he shared a look with Peggy over her head. “How dare she keep you safe!”

Peggy sighed, trying to pull Mandy’s disheveled hair back into the small ponytail they’d managed that morning. “How’s the hut coming?”

“Oh, you mean Howard’s overly expensive, overly complicated, tent?” Steve rolled his eyes and started to rock back and forth. “We’ll be lucky if it’s up by dinner.”

“We were hoping lunch,” Ana chimed in, stepping over and setting herself and Peggy under the umbrella.

Steve looked back, lips pressed tight. “If you guys can distract Howard, I think Jarvis and I can get it up by ourselves. He keeps trying to ‘improve’ the design.”

“Oh, good lord,” Peggy mumbled, reaching for Mandy and taking her in her arms. “Work fast, please? She’s getting cranky already.”

Peggy and Ana followed Steve back to the little site they’d staked out, far away from the other early morning beachgoers. Howard was on his knees, picking up pipe fittings and tossing them aside. “Why didn’t they include a J fitting in here?”

“Perhaps, sir, it’s because the design doesn’t call for one?” Jarvis asked, his voice far less sarcastic than the situation called for, as he tried to dodge and yet gather the pieces Howard was tossing away.

“Well, it should. It would make the design much better.”

“Howard!” Peggy called sharply, making the man look up. “Just the man I need. I have had a fabulous idea and need to speak to you about it just this minute.”

He turned back to his pile of fittings as Steve took Jarvis aside and whispered their play. “Alright.”

She pulled her sunglasses down and looked at him. “By the water.”

He set his hands on his knees, shaking his head at her. “I’m kinda in the middle—”

“My daughter is suffering, Howard. It’s a hot, humid day in the blinding sunlight and you’d deny my daughter the relief of the cool ocean water?” Peggy shook her head, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “You’d deny your own goddaughter her first steps in the Pacific Ocean, Howard?”

Howard stood, brushing the sand off his knees, mock outrage on his face. “You make me sound like a monster, Peg!” He turned back to the pile of tent supplies. “Do you—” Howard hadn’t even managed a whole sentence, and Steve and Jarvis already had a tent pole set and secured. “Yup, I think they’ll be okay without me, lead on, Peg.”

Ana watched as they left towards the water and bent down, taking Howard’s place and sorting the connecting parts. “How long do you think Peggy will be able to keep him busy?”

“Oh,” Steve paused to lift a pole in place and waited while Jarvis secured it, “Peggy’s a wiz at wrangling him, I don’t know how she does it.”

“I find her handling of him quite spectacular,” Jarvis’ voice was high as he reached on his tip toes to secure a nut into place. He finished and slumped down, moving on to the next section, “I’ve managed to learn a thing or two from her in that regard.”

“What could she still possibly have to talk to him about?” Ana moved on to start sorting the lump of fabric that was supposed to go over the supports. “They just spent four days with the Colonel going through that entire Los Angeles office!”

“Who knows? She always manages to find some way of distracting him.” Steve set the last crossbeam up and secured it into place and looked at the bones of the tent, set securely in the sand. “Well, look at that, it really is easy to put up.”

“When you don’t have a narcissistic engineer trying to run the project,” Ana mumbled, pulling the light canvas wide.

~*~

Howard kicked the sand as they got close to the water’s edge. “I know what you’re doing, Peg.”

“Guilting you to come out to the water so they can get the tent set up so we can start our day at the beach?” She smiled, sitting at the water’s edge and sitting Mandy between her legs.

Howard sat down next to her, the edge of the waves running up just to meet their feet. “Something like that.” He wiggled his fingers at Mandy, trying not to sound maudlin. “It’s hard for me to not try, you know?”

Peggy let the girl crawl between them, one hand on her as she sat. “I know, which is why sometimes you need a friend to step in and remind you that you don’t need to impress us.” She smiled as Mandy patted Howard on the thigh then laid her head on him, babbling little noises to herself as she splashed her feet in the remnants of the waves. “See? She doesn’t care if you can make the tent better.”

Howard smiled, looking back out over the water. “You know, kid, you almost, almost make me want to think about settling down, you’re that cute.”

“Dah cu!” Mandy replied, smacking his leg a few times and sitting up, giggling.

Peggy held her own laugh back. “Yes, yes, you’re cute. We all know.” She leaned over and kissed the girl’s forehead before wetting her hand and letting it run over Mandy’s neck and back to cool her.

“How are they—” Howard laughed as he looked back, Steve and Jarvis on their knees, tying the last few flaps of the cabana in place. “Guess it was easy to set up, after all.”

Peggy stood and pulled Mandy into her arms, trying to wipe off the wet sand before she reached down and tapped Howard on the shoulder. “Come along, you. There’s fun to be had today, and we’re not letting a tent stand in our way.”

~*~

The shade was a relief for the small group, and between Steve and Jarvis they had the small set of tables and chairs set up quickly, and Mandy was out like a light in the little wooden pay pen as soon as they set her in it.

“You two should go for a swim,” Ana encouraged Peggy and Steve. “She’ll be no trouble while she’s sleeping.”

“Well, if—” The sound that came out of Peggy’s mouth after that couldn’t exactly be called undignified, but there were only so many noises she could make as Steve rushed her and flung her over his shoulder. “Brute!” she called, laughing as he nearly ran with her to the beach, arms pounding at his back.

Steve stopped, looking at her over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “You were about to ‘well’ your way out of it.”

She pressed her hands into his back and looked at him over the edge of her sunglasses. “I was about to say, ‘well, if you insist,’ darling.”

Steve slowly put her down, an impish smile on his face as she followed her the few steps back to the tent. “In my defense…”

Peggy turned and walked backwards, pulling her sunglasses off and looked at him seriously. “In your defense, I’m often a wet blanket.” She tipped her head and licked her lips. “Good thing for you, my intentions are quite different today.”

Peggy turned, stripping off her caftan to reveal a bright red bikini. She folded it and slipped off her shoes, dropping her things in a pile in the shade of tent. She set her hands on her hips, bright smile on her face as she turned back to him. “Well? What do you think? It’s French.”

Steve nodded, slowly stepping up towards her. Without another word he tossed her over his shoulder once again, heading towards the water. “I think I’m one lucky guy,” he laughed, setting her down at the water’s edge.

Howard stepped forward, watching from the shade of the tent as Steve and Peggy slowly made their way into the chill of the Pacific Ocean. “Who’d think it?” he wondered out loud.

“Who’d think what, sir?” Jarvis asked as he was setting out fruit from the picnic basket next to him.

Howard smiled, watching as Steve lifted Peggy out of the water keeping her head and shoulders dry as a wave hit him straight in the face. As it receded, she reached down, wiping the water from his eyes and kissing him softly. “Who would guess that the world’s best super solder and the world’s most dangerous spy are two idiots in love?”

Ana laughed from her chair, pulling out a book and peeking over at Mandy. “No one, which is what makes it even better.” She sighed, leaning back and opening her book. “God help anyone who crosses them, though.”

Howard scoffed, putting on his own sunglasses. “Oh, yeah.” He leaned out and looked down the beach. “I’m uh, gonna go meet some of the locals.” He looked around the small haven and smiled. “You two ok by yourselves the munchkin?”

“Quite fine, sir,” Jarvis replied, taking his own seat next to his wife. “Lunch will be ready at noon on the dot.”

Ana put her book down as Howard walked away, whistling as he made his way down the beach. From her chair she could see Mandy reposition herself, sighing as she fell back asleep, and Steve and Peggy laughing in the waves a few dozen yards down the beach. She reached out taking her husband’s hand. “How many girls do you think he’ll bring back this time?”

“At least two,” Edwin leaned back, kissing her hand before relaxing in the chair. “How long do you think the two of them will be out there?”

“Oh, until lunch, I’d say,” Ana looked out, smiling as they splashed each other, “Or until Peggy’s skin’s as red as her bathing suit, whichever comes first.” She lifted her book. “Poor thing hasn’t figured out how to deal with California sunshine.”

Edwin picked an apple from the spread on the table. “Don’t worry, I’ve packed the aloe.”

“Good man, Mr. Jarvis.”

“Well, someone has to take care of them.” He bit into the apple, chewing thoughtfully. “They may be dedicated parents, the world’s strongest man, the world’s best female spy, and then of course we also have the world’s smartest man, but none of them can cook or clean house if their life depended on it. And sewing? Ha!” He swallowed and looked over at his wife. “I’d say it’s quite lucky we all managed to find one another, wouldn’t you?”

Ana smiled, “Yes, quite, my love.”

#Steggy Fic #3P's Fic #Nobody's Baby #Anon prompted #FLUFF

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