#Tall - gonna climb them like a jungle gym

[heartfullofleeches]

Some more sketches of my favorite ghost hunters

My writing sucks so this is what chat said

"you guys should kiss :) :)"

"he's such a normal guy :)"

Sorry that it's pink, it's my grow lights lol

I dunno man - chat sounds pretty dead set on that kiss. Should do it for the views all I'm sayin :)

I love how you draw them so damn much. Beanpole camera man who can do no wrong besides the numerous missing persons cases that will be forever unsolved. Punching my wall, can't even describe how adorable this is. Thanks a bunch

[the-ace-with-spades]

So, I imagine that Soap is around 5'11, which is not short at all, even if it seems so if you look at the people he works with.

However, from his whole family, he is the tallest.

His da is 5'8, his brother is 5'9, his sisters are 5'2 and 5'3 and his mam is 5' nothing. To his family, Johnny is not only tall but also overgrown.

(This is also why entering the military was a shock to the system --- Soap was used to being pretty tall if not the tallest person around and then boom, he's smol)

The first time Soap takes Ghost to his family home, he is instantly named a giant. Literally, his mam when she sees him says something along the lines of 'and I thought my boy was a giant' and his da makes the typical joke of 'what does the army feed you?' and one of Soap's sister says she 'woulda climb him like a tree too if she had the chance' and his brother goes all 'was gonna give the fella a shovel talk but I think he's too big too bury by myself any case'. Soap is so embarrassed by them but Ghost is awkwardly shy anytime his height is pointed out.

On top of it, he tries to help Soap's mam in the kitchen (I like to think he likes to cook) and there is the comical image of her, standing there tiny at 5'0 and Ghost towering over her at 6'3 or 6'4 (Soap's not sure, Simon slouches often) and trailing behind her as she orders him around. There's literally a moment when she goes to grab herself a step ladder to reach something on the top shelf and Ghost just stretches his arm a bit and gets it for her. She might or might not ask if he can dust the cobwebs from the corners of the ceilings she can't reach herself. (Ghost dusts the cobwebs, duh, even if Johnny can't snicker at him enough).

Johnny's brother uses Ghost's height to make his kid eat his veggies, 'if you eat your veggies, you're going to grow as tall as him'. Ghost goes along with it.

The kids in general treat him like a walking jungle gym --- especially because he's not only tall but also strong enough to function as a walking jungle gym. One of Soap's nieces who used to love piggyback rides from him now insists Ghost has to be the one because he makes her feel taller than Soap does.

They're supposed to sleep in Soap's childhood bedroom and Soap's da brings in an ottoman and a couple of pillows so Ghost's feet 'don't stick out'. Soap laughs it off until he realizes that Ghost's feet would, in fact, stick out from his tiny double bed if he slept straightened out.

[sunniepoo]

sleepover champion

~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~🎀~🩰~

when you had called rafe over all panicked, stressed, tired and desperate,the last he expected was to be greeted by a group of little girls barely past the age of seven, rushing their way over in curiosity and climbing him like a jungle gym

“woahhh… he’s so tall” one of the small ones announced proudly, while simultaneously taking a rough tug of his leg, attempting to yank him along on one of their games

the prospect of babysitting twelve girls didn’t seem too hard at first but the moment they started screaming competitions and using you as their own personal mannequin to play with-you realised your error

lucky for you, your boyfriend happened to be ‘ the sleepover champion ’ his words not yours, ranting on about tiring down wheezie’s friends and getting them in bed was no challenge for him

“i’ma tell you… i’ll have these suckers in bed by half seven” his tone of complete confidence contrasting the eight year old clawing half his face

“finish making up lunch and i’ll have these buggers settled in a second” he barely manages to get out as the next girl is climbing on his back, asking for him to play dress up with them

“kay’ new rule” the older cameron removing each girl off, placing them on the large couch in front of him “we’re gonna keep our hands to ourselves”

a mixture of protests splurging out the young girls, attacking the older boy as he remains unbothered whipping out something from his bag

“so who wants to play just dance?”

the loud music bouncing from the speakers filled the house, voices dropping as the minutes went by, clearly worn out from the activity

now leading to a full circle formed with none other than sleepover champion rafe cameron in the middle- it truly was a sight to see, a mixture of pre-tweens pounce him with questions

“is she your girlfrienddd?” a voice chirps out, leading all the girls to wait, anticipating for his answer

the cameron lets out a proud ‘yeah’ causing an uproar of giggles, the young girls fascinated

“she’s pretty” they all mumble in unison, yawns making an appearance, as they all slowly start to lean into each other huddling into a blanket

“i know”

and as the night rolls over you see a certain cameron, reading out to the group of asleep girls tucking each and every one in

“point proven” you admit to him “ guess you are the sleepover champion after all” pressing a soft kiss to the tips of his nose

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[starless-nightz]

Since we gonna talk about Lioness Wife but she's like really tall and muscular much like a lion (duh), the kids really love Lioness because she's just a huge jungle gym but if threaten she's terrifying

The children absolutely love lioness! reader, she is practically their mother, and while Arlecchino is a unfeeling father, you are a loving protective mother!

I fully believe lioness! reader is tall and muscular, she also has pretty long, fluffy hair alongside her fluffy ears and tail. (bit it depends on how you see it)

She often trains with the children, and shs lets the younger ones climb onto her like a jungle gym, tho when she is mad at them they almost piss themselves cause of how scary their mom can be, but that isnt often.

Lioness! reader would often play games with the children, and she always wins, tho sometimes she lets the children win too.

[deathbecomesthem]

Tommy

A Young!Eddie Munson story - 1.7K

CW: Violence against a child (source material typical)

Summary: Eddie and Reader are kids, and Uncle Wayne is telling them a story from his past.

A/N: I believe in Appalachian Munson and story telling designed to teach a lesson.

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It’s not the words that the old man says, it’s the way he says them. It’s the way he pauses, sits back against the slats of the folding chair, and lets out a heavy sigh. He looks up to the stars and contemplates. Thinks about whether he should tell you both these stories before resigning himself. 

It’s a show, of course. Because he always tells the stories. Sometimes, it’s a story he’s told dozens of times before, just tweaked a little. But he tells you both, and you know your roles. You’re meant to be shocked, sit closer to each other, scoot closer to the old man while your butts are in the dirt. You’re there to poke him, tell him, “Please Uncle Wayne! We promise not to get too scared this time.”

And he relents. Long suffering Uncle Wayne starts his stories the same way every time. He pats the front pocket of his flannel shirt, and pulls out a bent Camel from the soft pack within. He flicks his Zippo to life and holds the flame to the end of his cigarette. He takes a deep drag, and releases it. Then he starts.

“Now, you gotta promise me you’re not gonna go and tell your mama I told you this one.” You scoot yourself closer to Uncle Wayne’s booted feet while the campfire heats up one side of your face. The other side is facing towards the woods that sit on the other side of Eddie’s trailer. This is where the stories are told, out in the open air, mere yards from the place where they supposedly took place.

“And you, Ed,” Wayne points the fingers holding the smoldering cigarette at his nephew at his feet, “you gotta stay in your bed tonight if I tell you this one, ok?” 

An outsider might take this to mean that Eddie would be so scared, he’d climb out of his bed to find his uncle, but you know better. Eddie’s been sneaking out. He’s been climbing through the window at the back of his trailer where the only bedroom is located. And Wayne knows, it’s confirmed by this warning. Eddie has enough sense to avert his eyes and nod his head back at his uncle. He’s thanking his lucky stars that he’s not receiving some kind of a punishment. Wayne takes Eddie’s safety very seriously, and he trusts the boy. You can see the flush creeping up his neck and spreading over his cheeks at being caught - being scolded in front of his friend.

“I know I tell you a lot of tall tales, but this one is different, and I need to know you’re listenin’.” This time, both you and Eddie nod your heads together, and Wayne seems satisfied enough to continue spinning his yarn. “It was a night just like this when it happened. This is when me ‘n your daddy ‘n gran lived over on Maple. Long time ago, when I was about your age. My buddy Tommy lived in the park here.”

Your interest was piqued, even more than it would normally be for a Wayne story. You’re not sure, but you don’t think you’ve heard this one before. At least, you don’t ever remember Eddie’s uncle mentioning a friend named Tommy before. Maybe this one really is important. So, you scoot even closer, resting your knee on the steel toe of Wayne’s boot to show him that you really are paying attention. Eddie’s boney shoulder pushes up against yours. If he got any closer, he’d be in your lap. 

“I spent a lot of time out here when I was a boy. The park always had a lot of families. Lots of kids to play with. There used to be a jungle gym over by the woods.” Instead of his fingers, Wayne uses a long stick with a charred end to point at the end of the lane beyond the last of the trailers. “The monkey bars were Tommy’s favorite. He used to climb up on top of ‘em and walk across them like an acrobat. He only fell once that I remember, ended up climbing up there with a cast on his left arm for the last of that summer. Nothin’ stopped Tommy.”

Wayne’s sad smile looked almost sinister under the light of the fire. Flames danced in his eyes, and he was lost in his story. In his memory, you think. 

“I spent most nights with Tommy in this park, your gran wasn’t doin’ the best the summer of ‘55. She’d started gettin’ sick by then, and your gramps spent that year at the bottom of a bottle. That was also the summer me ‘n your daddy got the chicken pox. For one whole week, I wasn’t allowed to go to Tommy’s. And that’s when it happened.”

Wayne looked up at the sky for a minute. He’s searching the stars, you think, he’s looking to them for something. A reminder of a time long passed. He stays like that for several moments, and it seems like maybe he’s forgotten that he has an audience. That he’s forgotten that he was in the middle of a very important story. Eddie breaks the silence.

“What happened, Uncle Wayne? Did ya give Tommy the pox? Did he get real sick or somethin’?” Eddie’s voice is excited. His mind is trying to fill in the gap, get to the heart of whatever it is that Wayne was trying to teach him. These stories have a lesson, Eddie's learned over the years. He’ll get to hear them, but he needs to remember that there’s a reason Wayne’s telling it. You sit patiently, knee still resting on that hard boot, while you watch Wayne’s face for any hint of annoyance at Eddie’s intrusion on the quiet moment. There is none, only a sad smile that spreads across his lips.

“Tommy didn’t get sick, boy. No.” Wayne hesitates for a moment and looks at the small faces of both you and Eddie before continuing, “It was a night like this. Real warm even though the frost has started in the early mornings. Summer was still holding on tight in the late afternoons. The fireflies were out every night that summer,” 

You and Eddie loved chasing lightning bugs. You each had your own mason jar with holes poked into the top by Eddie’s pocket knife. Earlier that same evening just after the sun set behind the trees of the lot and sunlight had not been completely taken over by the night, you’d been running along the tree line with your mason jars. Seeing it is what triggered the memory in Wayne’s mind, made him know it was time to tell the story. Real horror, not something made up. 

“When I was stuck at home and sick during that warm week, Tommy went out by himself to chase lightning bugs. Brave Tommy must have heard somethin’ or maybe he was chasin’ a firefly that moved between the trees. He went into the woods. Old Mr. Johnson saw him go in there, but no one ever saw him come out.” Wayne’s eyes are fixed on the flames in front of the three of you. He’s lost in the story again. You and Eddie know enough to be quiet as mice while he works out how he wants to finish this one. How much he can say, what the lesson is. A small shift of your knee draws the old man’s attention to you, and he remembers what he’s doing.

“The next day, Mr. Johnson told Tommy’s ma that he saw him go into the woods. She went to every trailer in the park to see if anyone might know where he was. He wandered a lot, but he always went home at night. He’d never not been in his bed in the morning.” Wayne’s hand absentmindedly reaches back into the front pocket of his flannel shirt and takes out one final cigarette. The end was close, but he needed this little distraction to get to the heart of this one. It’s a story he had forgotten until he had his own little boy to care for. His own version of Tommy - the kid that wanders with open curiosity and no fear. It scares the shit out of Wayne.

“They went looking. What they found was one of Tommy’s sneakers covered in blood and his broken Mason jar. Right off the main path that goes all the way to the high school. I know you both know the one,” Wayne looks down at them in a knowing way. “And that’s fine. It’s good to have your spots in the trees, but never after dark. I know you’ve heard about the Hawkins Demon Dog, I’m tellin’ you right now it’s real. I have no doubt. I’ve heard it at night, and I know - I know - it’s what got Tommy.”

Wayne sees the open mouthed expressions on both of the children sitting in front of him and considers. Maybe it’s enough, maybe not. He’s got one more thing to say before he lets you and Eddie pull out the marshmallows to roast. He tosses his cigarette butt in the slowly dying flames in front of him before he leans down so this face is between yours and his nephew’s.

“I’m tellin’ you the truth right now. This ain’t no story. Tommy was a real boy that lived just 2 trailers down the way. And his Ma had to bury a casket with one single bloody shoe. I ain’t doin’ that for either of you. You stay away from those woods at night, especially if you see somethin’ that looks like a man crawlin’ on his arms and legs.” Wayne’s satisfied when he hears the way Eddie’s breath has picked up a little. He’s had a fright, and that’s good. “Go get the marshmallows. The skeeters are startin’ to bite.”

[slashthrashandcrash]

These are all my baby legion ideas. Enjoy!

- Baby!Frank clinging to Danny's leg to stop him from going to trial

-Baby!Frank realising Danny is in a trial and raising absolute he'll. Danny gets back and it's basically the guy returning with pizza to everything going wrong meme

-Danny refusing to pick up a baby legion member, and they just grab one of the ribbons and climb him

-Child Legion. Like 8/9 years old. Same lack of filter/ restraint just slightly stronger and smarter

-Huntress cuddling baby Susie and Julie. I just think that would be adorable.

-Amanda and baby legion, we haven't seen any of that

-Baby blighted legion

-Survivors first reaction to a trial with baby Legion. Just like 'I haven't seen the killer yet' then a toddler runs out a bush and stabs them in the knee

-How to baby Legion actually annoy the other killers. Are they stealing things? Climbing them? (As someone with very tall relatives and lots of cousins, small children do see tall people and think 'I'm gonna climb that) Do they just not leave them alone?

ADORABLE! PRECIOUS! I WILL MOST CERTAINLY USE THESE FOR DRAWING IDEAS IN THE FUTURE!

The trials are the only time Danny gets some peace and quiet away from these brats, he's shaking Frank off and booking it through the fog

That is also the immediate aftermath when Danny returns from the aforementioned trial. Usually Frank is pretty good if he's distracted with someone else but the fact that he knows Danny isn't around is what makes him upset (attachment/abandonment issues)

What are dads if not jungle gyms? He's standing - kid on his leg. He's walking - kid holding his hand. He's sitting - kid in his lap. He's laying down - smothered in kids on top of him.

Fucking RIP to killers and survivors and even the Entity who would have to put up with child!Legion bc they are the absolute worse hellions. Joey and Susie are okay if they don't have the other two's bad influence but as a group it's awful. People literally pick Freddy over them.

Danny will happily offer her the boys too if she wants. Free of charge. Please. Take them--

Amanda is the aunt that doesn't give a fuck but is still surprisingly good with kids, mainly bc she keeps them busy with non-lethal thingamajigs she makes (also helps that the reverse beartrap is too small for baby heads bc Julie has tried to wear it before)

Absolutely cursed. Added to my WIP list.

Survivors are very confused, then greatly amused, then on the ground clutching their freshly stabbed thigh. They might even think they have the upper hand for a second until Ghostface appears behind them and tells them to put his fucking kids down if they like their organs as they're currently arranged.

All depends on the killer for what the kiddos want and how much they can get away with it before they're actually in danger. Some are more bully-able than others, some will actually try to turn the toddlers into a meat paste against the wall. Mainly they just like messing around with their personal things to play with.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Okay so the baby vamps is there anything that scared the boys at first while taking care of them?

I have baby vamps but right now I can’t remember their names. But I can remember the baby vamps I gave Star names

OK FIRST OFF... You gotta tell me/share more about your baby vamps to me some time!! I'd love to hear about them! And tell me those names too!🥺🥺

And to answer your question for yours truly, I'm gonna ramble a little if you don't mind~ 🤭

Now... Were the boys scared of anything in fatherhood?

𝔻𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕕

The thing that scared David when it came to taking care of both Anastasia and Chris was feeding... And not the feeding you think!

It was just eating in general- especially when they started to ween off of milk onto baby food and blood. Baby vampires tend to have quite an appetite when developing and he had such an anxiety of choking its not even funny. 😅

It was actually kind of hard to spot this little fear since David seemed the most collected and calm through the early months of parenthood... But Chrysta started to notice how he'd always stare very laser focused while she fed Annie or he'd lean or rock/shift uncomfortably a lot in his chair while never breaking eye contact when she would feed Chris.

And the second one of them would cough cause they got some milk or blood down the wrong pipe, or they gagged on the spoon- even if they made a face at a new texture or taste of baby food, all Chrysta had to do was blink and David was already up on his feet quickly pacing toward her and perching himself behind her to watch or aid.

"Is she choking?"

"No, David, she's just got a little food down the wrong tube."

"Her face looks red."

"It's her natural blush, baby."

"Make her eat slower. Kid's giving me a damn heart attack."

"I can't control that hun-"

𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕

Literally anytime Tiffany cried Paul would start panicking. Was she hungry? Hurt? Fussy? Was it his fault?

As soon as he saw that bottom lip start quivering, and her eyes start to get glossy, he's already calling for Chrysta nervously.

He can't help but feel guilty afterward, sometimes he feels like he's leaving all the hard stuff for Chrysta to figure out cause he's too scared for the first time in his life of messing up. 🥺

But Chrysta was able to help him through it. Anytime he'd come to her for help, she'd simply walk him through what to do while letting him get experience till he felt a little more confident. He's much better now at it, even if he still goes into panic mode for a couple of minutes before the Daddy senses kick in.

"I don't think I'm cut out for this, Mamas..."

"You're doing just fine, Paul. See? She was just crying for her Dad."

"I guess..."

"Just wait, once those daddy senses kick in, you'll be able to handle it like a champ."

𝘿𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚

Legit everything about being a girl-dad terrified this poor man. Sure, he's raised Laddie as one of his own, and even besides that he's pretty good with kids- but when Jennifer was born, boy was he a wreck- especially due to the fact Chrysta was gonna be recovering a lot for the first few months after some birth issues.

I mean, this little girl fit in both palms of his large hands, and she was so fragile and delicate he was afraid of even breathing on her in fear she'd just break like porcelain in his arms.

He was used to being more rough and playful with Laddie, and his other coven members too, but now that he had a "little lady" on his hands, he was so scared of even letting her getting a scratch on the knee.

He was so cautious and careful of his baby girl- even to this day! Just watch this tall, quiet, brooding, and intimidating vampire go into papa bear mode when his little girl comes running up to him with tears in her eyes saying he needs to kiss the ouchy on her finger better. 🥺😭

ꪑꪖꪹƙꪮ

I've mentioned or stated before that Kat is a climber- on other things other than using Marko as her personal jungle gym.

You should watch this weird-footed toddler climb the walls of the hotel, and crawl upside down from the rafters while running away from Marko, thinking it's the funnest game to play when daddy wakes up!

Marko has different thoughts on this 'game'... 😬 wanna see Marko freak out for the first time in his life? Watch him scramble around with his arms stretched out in fear of Katherine above slipping and falling all the way down. Thankfully, she never has.

If there's one thing he wishes she never got, it was his reckless nature and dumbass energy.😔

[ineffablesnakegender]

My Sanders Sides headcanons (some sad some random X3). Anyway I'm mentally ill about my favorite guys so here's my headcanons only at this point they aren't even the same characters anymore and I should probably just make them my OCS but fuck you I won't do that. First off if you know me it's obviously Janus.

I think he uses all pronouns (I'm gonna be referring to him with he/him here so nobody gets confused) but won't elaborate on his gender or sexuality because he likes making people guess.

He's very tall (Remus likes to climb him like a jungle gym) and wears heels because, despite being unable to properly walk, he likes feeling superior to people. Of course this works against him and he ends up hitting his head, getting his hat swept off him by low ceilings, and tripping a lot without his cane. He also needs a cane because he's not used to having legs (he usually has a snake tail) and will trip over his own feet or forget to walk sometimes. Still he insists on wearing heels. "Beauty is pain" and all that

He's color blind and can only see in shades of yellow or blue like a lot of snakes (Patton knows this and decided on wearing a nice light blue so that he stands out to Janus because they're animal buddies shhh ignore canon we don't talk about that here).

He feeds on radiation I just know it in my soul. On the topic of things I have no reason to believe but I do. He's indigenous like me, sorry guys it's just true.

He's like the local cryptid. He'll often stand in the back of photos just to scare the others or pop up out of nowhere and stand behind them until they notice (he thinks he's so funny. Little bastard man. I'm gonna take a bite out of his skull. Cut him open to reveal he's been a cake all along) this has gotten him punched on several occasions.

In the same sentence he'll be like "hey I'm really worried about you" and then "you should kill yourself NOW"

Big Mortica Addams and Lady Dimitrescu vibes.

He really likes being outside. He's a gardener and takes care of wild animals. He does the white lady thing of saying "oh he's just a harmless little guy" when the little guy in question is a whole wolf :/

He follows Remus around when he goes adventuring because he doesn't trust him enough to not die. Where you go I go looking ass.

He does participate in a little bit of witchcraft.

Vegan. I can't explain this one.

His scales are hard like armor and are scattered throughout his body. He lets Remus chew on them.

[the1920sisntaphasemom]

kays just radiate tall energy. they feel like my 5'1 self should be able to climb them like trees. they gonna succumb to the elder sibling fate of being turned into a jungle gym

how tall are they

-wisteria

Lol, tallest is Hun at 6'0" I see my fells as bein a tad taller at 5'7 while the rest are 5'5". Darlin is technically the tallest fell lol

[ratcatcher0325]

Nobody’s Fool (Cowboy One Shot Part #2)

Howdy, again! So, this is longer than I planned so, sorry, there will be a Part #3 coming soon! Thanks @narrans for telling me that July 23rd is National Day of the Cowboy!!! 🥳🤠🐎

I just had to write a dumb little cowboy themed story for our dumb little cowboy! 

Will Penn tame the wild beast and become one with the American West? Probably not. But who knows??

CW: Adult Language

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Read all of Nobody’s Fool HERE.

Previous: Part #1 Next: Part #3

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NOBODY’S FOOL

Cowboy Day One Shot Part #2: Ride a...

Word Count: 2,711 Read Time: Approx. 20 mins

[Penn’s POV]

The sun was still winking through the tops of the trees as the van’s tires tumbled and ground the gravel beneath them to dust. I was profoundly sleepy, my hair a bed-headed mess of curls. Left to my own devices, I was not, nor would I ever be, a morning person. I was balled up in the fetal position, my arms tucked under my head, as I lay in the middle of Eveline’s hand. I could tell she was still nervous about this whole thing by the way she kept kneading the muscles of my back and shoulders like I was some sort of stress ball. I didn’t mind it, I loved when she stroked and massaged me. But I wished she wasn’t so worked up about our upcoming adventure. I, for one, was overcome with glee at the idea.

As we bounced along, I reached out and traced the lines in her hand and fingers that I could reach from here, before rolling over onto my back, and staring up at her.

“Hey Ev?” She looked down at me, she’d been staring out the window and biting her nails, another nervous habit of hers. When our eyes met she softened just a little.

“Yes, sweetheart?” She laid her index over my chest and down the length of my body.

I hugged it tight, kissing her fingertip. “Everything’s gonna be alright! I’m not worried! You shouldn’t be either. Relax, love! This is supposed to be fun!” She gave me a soft pained smile, rubbing my chest in almost a dismissive way as she propped her elbow on the lip of the door and stared out the window.

Well, I wasn’t just going to give up that easily! I was going to make her feel better, dammit! Even if it was the last thing I did! Sitting up in her hand, I crawled to her wrist and then started scaling her forearm. The ride was awfully bumpy, and I had to cling to the fabric of her long sleeves to keep my balance. I made it to the crook of her elbow without her paying me much mind, but then I started to climb up, toward her shoulder, which was a little under twice as tall as me with outstretched fingers and toes. That’s when she chuckled, bewildered.

“Excuse me, sir, I’m not a jungle gym, what’re you doing?” Her fingers descended to pluck me off, that only motivated me to climb faster.

“Just wait!” I was starting to get a bit winded at this point, this would’ve been hard under normal circumstances but inside a moving car navigating country roads? That was another kind of obstacle course entirely!

Still managing to hang on, I somehow got to her shoulder. Snatching for the collar of her worn out flannel shirt, I tried to start gathering my legs beneath me, to stand. I straddled her shoulder and the dip of her collarbone. She stayed as still as she could manage, which helped some. Using gravity in my favor, I gripped the corner of her collar, and leaned back, letting my feet press into her. I was able to shuffle about an inch or so towards her chin. But, then, while I was in the process of hooking the toe of my boot into the edge of her pocket as a foothold, we hit a particularly nasty bump and I lost my footing. Still clinging to her collar, my left leg swung wildly as I fought to get it underneath me again.

Eveline immediately winced, her hands flying up to save the day, “Sweetheart, come here, you’re gonna hurt yourself…”

“No, no, no. I’ve got this…” as I spoke, I righted myself. Now clinging like a mountain climber, I leaned back, my weight in my heels. I beamed up at her, “Now, you come here…” I reached out with a hand and coaxed her chin down. Then, when she was right where I wanted her, I pushed off with the foot hooked inside her pocket and lifted myself up to sink my lips into hers.

We were locked in a long, luxurious kiss. I was surrounded by warm, soft flesh: pure heaven for me. That’s when Travis clearing his throat rang in my ears as the tires ground to a stop.

“Hey, lovebirds, we’re here.”

We pulled away from each other, she cupped a hand around me and plucked me off of her shirt, gently rubbing me with a thumb over my torso. I was happy to let her hold me after all the muscular effort of that shaky climb.

We exited the van, greeting the misty morning with its dew-kissed earth and the already hot, early sun. “I can’t believe you talked me into letting you do this….” She shook her head before tucking me into her front breast pocket. I didn’t even have a witty comeback, my mind was a bit preoccupied. Instead, I leaned back against the wall of her chest and simply craned my neck to beam up at her while she took steps towards the barn. God, she’s beautiful when she’s judging me.

As we approached the stable, I was hit by a very strange, very particular smell that I’d never experienced before. It was musty, sharp, and almost sort of sweet? I would later be told this was a run-of-the-mill barnyard smell. With each step she took, I was that much closer to becoming a real cowboy. I shivered with excitement. This structure was dusty, looming with its massive beams of wood and cracked concrete floor that echoed with the clicks of my companions’ shoes as they completed each stride. It was warm and airy in here, with the newly rising sun shining golden beams of dawn, in from the rafters. It was rustic. It was beautiful just as much as it was filthy. I loved it already.

But as we stepped into the space and the footsteps were made audible on the echoey floor, that’s when I heard a whinny and the crunch of hay underfoot, as a long, speckled gray face with whiskered nostrils and big beautiful eyes appeared in the first stall to our right.

Travis trotted merrily over, Eveline followed in his wake a bit more cautiously. For my own part, I was leaning out as far as I possibly could, craning my neck to get a look at the biggest living thing I’d ever seen.

Travis stood before the metal bars, slipping his hand between them, he cupped it and allowed the horse to sniff him. He then lifted his hand up to scratch the length of its face. “Penn, meet Star. She’s an old gal, but she’s still got plenty of get up and go. Don’t ya, Star?“ he scratched the animal under her enormous chin while she nickered at him. She tossed her head up and down and it made me flinch, just for a second. I could hear her pawing the straw beneath her.

“Ev, get closer, I wanna see.” I tugged on Eveline’s collar, as her finger tips brushed my cheek.

“Not too close… I’m still really not sure this is a good idea…”

“I’m fine! It’s all fine! Come on!” She sighed, relenting.

She took several more steps and soon I was only about six inches away from the horse. She was beautiful. Her face was a deep dark gray. So dark it was almost blue. She had a white patch in the middle of her forehead that looked suspiciously like her namesake. Her body was speckled dark grey over a lighter grey coat. “She’s…. Amazing…” I breathed, fascinated by the twitching of her ears, that rotated in my direction when I spoke, the big, bulbous but sweet eyes fringed with eyelashes surely as long as my forearm, not to mention the mess of whiskers about her muzzle, the dark grey skin of which looked incredibly soft to the touch.

“Ev! Let me out so I can pet her!” I could practically feel the muscles beneath me tense at my request. I chuckled and sighed, “It’s so adorable how worried you are. I’m fine, I’ve got you and Trav looking out for me. C’mon, I’ve gotta tame this wild wonder of the west if I’m ever gonna be allowed to call myself a cowboy!” In that moment, I was quite pleased with my on the fly poetry.

Fingers pinched the collar of my plaid button up and delivered me to the lip of the stall, standing steadily between two metal bars. I wrapped my arm around one for extra balance. I could tell she was still holding on to my shirt, pinching the fabric between finger and thumb, in case I fell.

The horse didn’t seem to notice me much at first, she was busy nuzzling Travis’ chest. “Awww I’m gonna pretend you’re doing that because you love me and missed me and not because you’re begging for treats… here, you greedy girl.” He fished something from his pocket that looked like a cookie, and held it out in the flat of his palm. I was probably just barely twice the size of that treat, I realized.

It was incredible watching my friends who I’d always seen as gigantic in their own right, interacting with a creature that dwarfed them. Her head alone was as big as his chest. I shook my head. It was trippy. The horse nuzzled his hand with her muscular lips, before gathering up her treat and munching on it gratefully.

Travis noticed me watching with fascination, and took a few steps closer, leaning down to meet me at eye level where I clung to the railing, “You wanna feed her?”

“Trav! She’ll bite his arm clean off!”

“Relax! You’ll help him, it’ll be great! Don’t listen to her man, you’ve got this!” I tried to not let that gory image Eveline painted make me fear the beautiful beast, “Here…” he broke off a small piece of the treat, small enough for me to hold, “So what you’ll do, if you put it like this, in the flat of your hand and offer it to her, Ev can place her hand beneath yours. That way she has more of a surface area to graze and won’t accidentally grab onto you…. Sound good?” I nodded vigorously, grinning from ear to ear. I offered my right hand, he placed the treat into it. Eveline’s palm, seemingly a hundred times larger than mine, slid beneath my whole arm, supporting me.

Together, we both stuck our hands through the bars. My heart pounded in my chest as this unfathomably large creature descended its mouth down towards me. Those massive fuzzy lips began feeling for food while those nostrils, bigger than the upper half of my body, smelled in heavy hot breaths. I couldn’t help yelping with delight when that muzzle made contact with my offered arm. It was so soft.

“Ha!! It tickles! Her whiskers!” She soon found the chunk of treat and snatched it from me, leaving a glob of gritty, sandy slobber in her wake. Gross. But I also didn’t give a shit. I loved this more than I could put into words.

I craned my neck to look at those massive, glossy black eyes. “Hey, girl… Hey, Star…” again I watched her ears prick at the sound of my voice. It was baffling that someone as tiny as me was even on her radar. She nickered softly, nostrils flaring as she approached the bars again.

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I stiffened, watching the horse approach the minuscule man I was holding onto with a death grip. I wanted to just snatch him away now before anything happened, but I saw Travis hold a hand up and shake his head. I grit my teeth. What was Trav’s obsession with wanting Penn to flirt with danger all the sudden?

I watched with baited breath, as the horse’s nose closed the gap between her and his outstretched hand. Terrified as I was for his safety, I took a step back and recognized how brave my little cowboy was. There wasn’t an ounce of fear or trepidation in him. Here he was, caressing an animal literally a thousand times his size. You’re either crazy or stupid or maybe a little of both, but goddamn do I love you, my sweet little Penn. You’re ten times braver than I could ever be.

The second his palm collided with her muzzle he gasped in pure delight, “She’s soooo soft!” He practically squealed and in spite of everything, my heart melted. I watched as Star breathed out, a warm puff of air swirling around the little man. “Thanks for letting me pet you… you’re very soft!” Almost as if she knew she was dealing with a very small, very fragile life, she stayed stock still, blinking lazily in the rising morning light. She breathed out a second time, satisfied and relaxed. Maybe this wasn’t a total disaster after all, everything had exceeded my expectations so far. Penn turned over his shoulder, beside himself with glee, “She likes me! We’re best friends now…” I felt a flush in my cheeks at seeing him so giddy. I bit my lip, as he turned back to the horse,“You like it when I pet you…Don’t you, girl? Yeah, you love it!” He continued to caress her. There was something acutely adorable about a pocket-sized man cooing at a thousand-pound animal.

But then, as he continued to rub her gently and sweetly, her nostrils flicked, once, twice, and on the third time, she sucked in air before… BAM!!! She sneezed all over him.

Horrified, I wrenched him away from the stall bars, cradling him in my hands. He was covered with dirty horse snot from head to toe. It was disgusting. “Oh you poor thing! Are you okay? Goddammit! I knew this was a bad idea, Travis, I knew it! We never should have brought him here—“

I was stopped in my rant by the sound of laughter coming from the mess of mucus and man squirming in my hands. Travis crossed to my side and gingerly plucked him from my grasp, gathering the inside corner of his shirt, he began to wipe Penn down, whose only response was continued giggles. Once he was at least not soaking wet, Travis perched my love in the center of his open palm, returning his hat to him as well.

Penn opened his arms wide, clutching his hat in his right hand,“See? I’m okay! It’s my fault, I was scratching her nose too much! I deserved it!” I shook my head. Ever the little optimist aren’t you?

I offered my hands and he clung to my thumb allowing himself to be picked up and held between a nest of fingers. I tipped his chin to look at me, shaking my head, “I can’t believe after that you still wanna be out here!”

“Of course I do!” He furrowed his brow defiantly, “The cowboy life is rough and tumble. If I can’t learn to roll with the punches and bounce back, I don’t deserve to wear this hat!” I rolled my eyes at all the performativity and bravado.

Unbeknownst to us, Travis had dipped into the tack room and now reappeared with a dusty leather saddle thrown over his shoulder like it weighed nothing at all, “We tacking up or what?”

Before I could get a word out, Penn scrambled to a kneeling position in my hand, turning to face the copper-haired man, “Fuck yes we are!” With that he plopped his hat back on his head, grinning from ear to ear.

Well, that was that. We were really doing this. My little cowboy was calling the shots and I had no choice but to tag along. “Why the fuck can’t I say no to you??” I groaned.

“You probably did something bad in a past life and I was sent here to punish you! In any case, I’m riding a motherfucking horse, today!!” All I could do was roll my eyes, tuck him gently in my pocket and help Travis with the tack. Goddammit, please, don’t let this end in disaster!

[lover-of-skellies]

the thought of daycare!fresh being a bara is SO funny. that and the fact that he doesn't like kids getting his clothes gucky??? sir you are literally just a 7ft tall jungle gym to those kiddos and they sure as hell ain't taking their shoes off beforehand.

🙌😔 rip fresh

Pfffft XD

Maybe there's like,, a rule stating that if they wanna access his little area of the daycare, they have to take their shoes off first

Because if he gets anything, and I mean anything on his clothes, he's not gonna be very happy about it

He doesn't mind being climbed all over and used like a jungle gym. It makes him happy actually, to be able to entertain the kids and to know that they're having fun. He just doesn't want his clothes being ruined

I feel like at one point, one of the staff didn't take him seriously when he kept insisting that his clothes didn't get stained or ruined, and while doing a routine maintenance check, they were dicking around and not really paying much attention. They tore the smallest hole in the sleeve of his shirt, and when he was done freaking out about it, they had to go get ice and a wrap for their wrist, because he might've grabbed them a little harder than intended when trying to make them stop

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Uncle Jimmy

Jimmy Conway x Reader

TW: smut!, light alcohol drinking, Daddy kink, age gap

Word count: 3.2k

"Fuck!" you shout as Tommy sends drink glasses flying, all for the punchline of another one is his jokes. You're at the bar in the restaurant you hung out in every week with all your favorite wise guys; you and your crime family practically own the joint at this point.

As you're using a napkin to dry up some of the champagne that had gotten on your cute black bodycon dress, when you suddenly feel a tall presence behind you, "Watch your mouth, young lady. Good girls don't curse."

Jimmy.

You look at him nonchalantly over your shoulder, "You know I'm 21 now, just like Tommy and Henry, you don't have to take care of me any more..." In fact, Jimmy is well aware that you're 21 now, and it isn't lost on you how all over you he's been.

His hands slide over your sides, pulling you close to him, as he whispers in your ear, "I know you're a grown woman now, but Uncle Jimmy still wants to care of his girl..." He'd never done anything like this before, and it sent shivers down your spine right to your center. Your eyes widen in shock, both at his comment and how your body responded to it.

You quickly push his hands off of you, turning around to face him, "Order me a drink then, if you wanna take care of me so bad." It came out of your mouth before you could even think, and you weren't completely sure what you meant by it, but Jimmy hails the bartender and places an order for something he knows you'd like: the first drink you ever had, a Cherrys Sour.

Back when you were still in high school, Jimmy made it for you one night when you were staying with him, saying how he wanted to "be there for your first drink, your first REAL drink, because I'm the uncle that'll let you get away with it."

When the bartender drops your drink off, Jimmy picks it up and holds it a few inches from your face. He plucks the cherry off the rim, and although he's tempted to steal it, he places it gently against your lips, appreciating the way the bright red fruit looks against your pouty bottom lip and the way your tongue flicks out to pull it into your mouth and popping it off its stem.

After that, he couldn't help himself. He places a hand on your cheek and the glass to your lips, making you take a sip of your drink. You close your eyes, nose wrinkling a bit as the liquid coats your taste buds.

"Just like the first time..." Jimmy reminisces, "How's that for being taken care of, darlin'?" You slip the drink out of Jimmy's hand and simply give him a look, trying to be pouty, but the man could tell you liked it.

Jimmy ordered himself the same drink; he just loves cherries, and he leaves you for a little while to go greet a few people, including your dad...

But he isn't gone for long, before he saunters up behind you again, setting his empty glass and placing his hands on the bar on either side of you, trapping you in.

"Jimmy..." you whine, looking down at the bar, but he can't see the smile on your face.

"(Y/N)..." he mimics you. He gently and slowly touches his chest to your back, and combs your hair away from your neck, placing a few soft kisses there.

"Jimmy," you breath heavily, "my dad is here..."

"Well then we better get out of here before he sees us," he leaves a little kiss on the shell of your ear, as he presses the beginnings of his arousal against your backside.

"Ooo-ooooh!!! Looks like Uncle Jimmy noticed our little (Y/N) is all grown up!" Henry hollers down the bar.

"Maybe he wants to be her Daddy Jimmy now! God knows he's old enough to be!" Tommy cuts in.

The place is filled with laughter, and simultaneously, you and Jimmy cut looks that could kill at Tommy and Henry. Jimmy makes a move to storm over to them but you grab his hand, holding him back. "You're just jealous Uncle Jimmy never loved you as much as he loves me," you throw over your shoulder as you drag Jimmy out of the restaurant, laughing as soon as the cool night air hits your faces.

Through his laughter, Jimmy unlocks the passenger door of his car, pushing you in and sliding in after you. With you at the wheel, he cranks up the car and says, "Why don't you take us somewhere, baby girl?"

Things go quiet for a moment, then a big smile spreads across your face. You don't get to drive much, and he knows how much you love to.

"You aren't drunk or anything, are you?" he whispers, always checking on you.

"No, I just had the one drink you got me," you answer.

"Good good, you know I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you," he kisses your cheek and pats your thigh, indicating that you should drive now.

You weren't sure where to go, so you just drove to this little park that took up just a block. There are some swings and a jungle gym, but also some trees and grass and benches. You didn't know what Jimmy would think but you thought it might be romantic.

He chuckles as you stop the car, "You want Uncle Jimmy to take you to the park?"

"Hmmm, I think you meant 'Daddy'" you say, mocking Tommy.

He lets out a little grunt and places a hand on your cheek, wiping his thumb across your bottom lip, "Watch your mouth, I'm warning you..."

"But... That's not even a curse word," you say, but then it clicks in your head. You decide to store that information away for later, and you both get out the car.

You quickly discover the fence to the park is locked, but that kind of thing never stopped you and Jimmy before. You slip off your heels, handing them to the man next to you, and start climbing the fence.

"Hey! Be careful!!" He shouts, but you were already over the other side before he could stop you... and he wasn't really sure how you climbed the fence in a dress that tight.

He takes your shoes over to the car, tossing them in the back seat and pulling out a blanket, probably there so he could wrap a body if he needed to, but he figured you could use it to sit on the grass.

He throws it over the fence to you before fumbling over the thing himself; he was much more graceful about it when he had a cop after him.

Inside the park, you stroll around for a while, getting used to Jimmy being all sweet on you like this. You liked it, but he had always been your Uncle Jimmy, so it's a little weird at first.

You walk over to the swings, plopping down in one. Jimmy stands behind you, gently pushing and pulling the chains back and forth. You look back at him and you both share a giggle as he starts pushing you harder, really getting the swing to go. Your giggles grow into hysterical laughter as you fly through the air.

Jimmy leaves you to your own devices to swing as long as you'd like, while he sits on the swing next to yours and pulls out a cigarette, smiling from ear to ear as he watches you.

As your swing slows down, you pluck the cigarette from his fingers, taking a drag on it. He quickly gets it back, saying, "Hey! That's not good for you, baby," in a serious tone.

"It's not good for you either..." you say as your swing comes to a halt.

"Yeah, well. Do as I say, not as I do." Jimmy says, pulling your swing over to his. There's a pause for a moment before he changes the subject, "I'm gonna kiss you now. Are you gonna let me?"

"Why don't you try it and see?" you tease him.

With that, he pulls you off of your swing and onto his lap, holding your waist as his lips meet yours in an open mouthed kiss that can only be described as electric. Jimmy didn't do anything half-assed, especially kissing you. One of his hands tangles in your hair, and you hold his cheeks in your hands as you make out.

He sucks his bottom lip into your mouth, giving it a delightful little nibble that makes you squirm. Your hands move to squeeze at his sides while you desperately kiss one another, both realizing you'd wanted each other much longer than you thought. His hands grab your hips and lift you up so he can stand and wrap your legs around his waist; his lips never leaving yours. He walks a few steps over to the grass and sinks to his knees, laying you down in the damp but soft grass. He grips at your thigh, hard; it'll probably leave little bruises where his fingertips are.

You let out a little whine and he realizes he's hurting you, "I'm sorry, honey."

"It's okay..." you breathe out, "Daddy..."

You watch as he gets a lust blown look in his eyes from your use of that word, and his lips slam back into yours. He starts grinding his hardness against you, "Say it again," he mumbles through attacking your lips.

"Mmm!" you push him of you a little, making him stop and look in your eyes, "Daddy."

His eyes are practically begging you, for what you aren't sure, but he lowers his head and softly kisses at your decolletage. Your fingers grace over his head, threatening to mess up his gelled hair. As his lips give attention to the top of your breasts, Jimmy's voice pipes up, "(Y/N)," his eyes look up at you, "Let me make love to you."

"Jimmy..."

His hand creeps up, intertwining your fingers with his and pinning your hand to the ground. His face meets yours with another fiery kiss.

"Jimmy," you moan against his lips, "What if we get caught?"

"Well, it could be kind of exciting if we get caught," he presses a kiss to your earlobe.

"I mean, by the cops... What if we get in trouble?"

"Listen to yourself, princess, when did you ever care about getting in trouble? Besides, fuck the cops," Jimmy argues still kissing at your neck, and he does have a point.

You push Jimmy up and he sits back on his knees. You get up and sit in front of Jimmy, except you turn your back to him, then you brush your hair to one side to the front side of your shoulder.

"Okay," you say.

"Hm?" Jimmy asks.

"James Conway, unzip my dress right now, or I swear to God, you won't get another chance to for the rest of your life!"

Zip! You feel your dress loosen immediately. His hands roam your back as he scoots closer to you. His fingertips glide over your silky smooth skin while sliding the little dress straps off your shoulders.

"When a pretty lady like you talks, I listen," his voice is lower than it was before.

You chuckle and lean back into him as the top part of your dress falls around your waist and Jimmy's hands explore your bra. You hear his breathing get a little heavier just from looking at you without a top on.

You turn around and start to lay back down on the grass. "Wait-" Jimmy starts, "Let me go grab that blanket."

"You afraid of getting a little dirty, Daddy?" you say in your sexiest voice. It's funny how you can visually see Jimmy short circuit a for minute every time you call him that. He snaps back to reality and jumps up, "I'll be right back!"

He quickly returns to lay the blanket on the ground for you, before grabbing you and gently laying you down with it. You slide your dress off your legs, and Jimmy can hardly think straight seeing you in your lacy black underwear.

"Are you just gonna stand there, big man? A little girl like me got your wires all crossed?" you joke at him.

Jimmy simply responds by taking off his jacket and tie, and getting on his knees between your legs again. You sit up and unbutton his shirt, quickly discarding it and finally feeling the warm skin of his torso. You look up and give him a teasing look before unlatching his belt, sloooowly. He's completely breathless at the way you've taken charge of the situation; you'd always been a little girl in his eyes.

Almost as if you'd been reading his mind, you say, "If I'm gonna call you Daddy, you better start acting like one, hm?" You raise your eyebrows at the last part as if you were expecting something of him.

He exhales and crawls on top of you, "You're so right... God damn it, you just look so good!" He roughly kisses you and pins your wrists down to the ground above your head, "But now I'm gonna make you mine."

You're left gasping as Jimmy moved to your neck, leaving his mark on you. Everyone would know he had had you when they see those hickies on your neck, and that thought- that thought drove Jimmy wild.

He releases your hands as he works his way down your body with his kisses and sucks on every inch of your skin. He pops back up on his knees and works his pants off, and he looks around to make sure no one is walking by around the park. "Want me to lose these, baby doll?" he asks, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs.

"You know I do," you giggle at him.

He groans happily, "You sure you're ready to see your Uncle Jimmy naked?"

You sit up and stroke his hard length as it strains against the fabric, "I thought you were my Daddy now... You must not want me to call you that if you keep forgetting..." You pretend to pout at him.

He takes you by surprise, grabbing your throat and shaking you a bit, "Daddy didn't forget."

You give him an excited smile, and he removes his underwear, stroking himself for you. He grabs your legs and shoves them straight up in the air, giving your ass a solid smack before pulling your panties down.

"Oh, baby," he lays himself on top of you, rubbing his hardness against your clit, "You look beautiful, and you're already so wet without me even touching you... You think you're ready to take me?"

You nod your head, "Mhmm."

"Say it," he demands.

"Say what?"

"You know what I want, princess. Now, say it."

You look up at him with doe eyes, appreciating his muscles as he towers over you, "I want you, Daddy... Take me please, Daddy, I'm ready!"

"Mmmm, God, baby girl, you beg so good," he praises as he presses the head of his cock into you.

You let out a soft, breathy groan as you feel him fill you up. The noises Jimmy makes as he starts to move in you--it's as if he feels relief mixed with absolute pleasure. He moves slowly at first, rocking his whole body gently back and forth, as he kisses the side of your face.

Your little breaths mixed with moans and gasps only turns Jimmy on further; he wants to make you make more of those noises. He shifts his weight onto one elbow, and with his free hand, grabs your hand to bring it to his face. He stares deeply into your eyes as he kisses your knuckles.

Jimmy enjoys your fingers playing with his hair, and he really enjoys it when you give it a harsh tug as he hits a sweet spot inside you. You inhale sharply, "Daddy!!!"

"Yeah, baby? Is that the spot?"

"Uh-huhhh," you whine loudly. You reach down to play with yourself, but your hand is met with a sudden slap.

"No. That's Daddy's job." Jimmy quickly replaces your hand with his, rubbing circles on your clit. His hip movements speed up, and he only takes his hand off of you to pull your bra down off your shoulders before forcefully ripping it and throwing it aside. As his hand returns to your clit, his mouth explores your breasts, sucking on your nipples and leaving more love bites.

How he could do three things at once is beyond you, but it is leading you to your orgasm. When you reach your end, Jimmy shoves two fingers deep in your mouth, muffling the loud noises you would've made. He wouldn't want anyone to hear after all...

Wasting no time, he sits up and pulls your legs up again, hooking them on his shoulders as he fucks into your as fast as he can. You still hadn't fully come down from your orgasm, so your legs shake violently as he slams your g-spot.

"(Y/N)..." Jimmy says weakly, eyes closed tightly in pleasure. He's close.

"Cum for me, Daddy."

"Fuck!" he groans as his hips grow erratic.

"Daddyyy... Cum for me," you beg.

You can hardly finish your sentence before he pulls out, stroking himself as his seed spurts in ribbons across your belly, yet again marking you as belonging to him. His breathing comes out in the form of needy moans as he finishes.

He takes a moment to collect himself as he shakes his member, making sure he got every drop onto you. "You look good with Daddy's cum on you," he pants, grabbing the blanket to wipe it off before it gets sticky in the cool night breeze, "You're 𝘮𝘺 girl now. All mine." He lays next to you, pulling you into him for cuddles.

"Yes sir, Daddy," you look up, rubbing your hands on his chest.

"Good girl; you're such a good girl," he whispers the next part, "and you mean so much to me." He gives a series of soft, sweet kisses.

"Hey! What do you two think you're doing?!" You hear someone shout from outside the park fence. A cop.

Jimmy pops his head up and scopes the guy out, "Fred?" One of the cops Jimmy pays off.

"Jimmy? Is that you?"

"Yeah, what are you doing working nights?"

"Oh, uh, my wife and I have a baby on the way and the force doesn't pay that well. I picked up more hours. But you two go on with whatever you're doing, I didn't see a thing, Mr. Conway," the cop saunters off, leaving your alone.

"That's the other reason I wasn't worried about the cops," Jimmy chuckles to you.

After that, you found yourself in Jimmy's bed as often as possible, and that cop found himself at home with his wife more often, having a much needed pay raise.

[incorrectbatfam]

Can I get headcanons for an au where Bruce adopted the kids when they /were/ babies, please?

Use the bathroom, get comfortable, and maybe have some tissues on hand.

For these headcanons, we’re gonna assume they were adopted in order of age, and that they’re all under 18. So Dick and Babs are 16 (with Babs being older), Harper is 14, Cass is 13, Jason is 12, Tim is 7, Steph and Duke are both 5 (with Steph being older), Carrie is 3, and Damian is 1. Yes, I’m aware that it diverges from canon age gaps but once you keep reading you’ll see why I did that.

Now for the headcanons (in no particular order):

Alfred is “Grandpa” and Bruce is anything from “Dad”, “Pops”, “Old man”, “Baba”, etc. All the other adults, like Kate or Clark, are aunts and uncles.

Steph and Duke compete over everything, like who can tie their shoes the fastest or learn to ride a bike first. Steph makes a point of letting everyone know she’s older, but Duke fires back with the fact that he’s taller. They’re both at the top of their kindergarten class and are known for butting heads, but God help anyone who decides to pick on one of them.

Harper got her first period at school while wearing white shorts. Thankfully, Dick and Babs came in clutch.

At school, Kon told Tim that he got ten dollars every time he lost a tooth. Tim tried to hack the system by pulling a bunch of teeth out at once (thankfully to no avail) until someone caught him.

Babs has a different secret handshake with each person.

When Damian first came along, everyone expected Carrie to be angry or jealous since she’d no longer be the baby of the family. And she was a little jealous at first. But the moment she saw him, her eyes went wide and she whispered, “He’s so tiny” and vowed to protect him with everything she had.

The last business trip Bruce took was when Cass was a baby, and the reason why it was his last one was that while he was abroad, Alfred sent him a video of Cass taking her first steps and he burst into tears in the middle of a meeting because he wasn’t there to witness it in person.

Dick once used Damian as a wingman to pick up girls. It worked so well that Jason tried the same thing, only to have it grossly backfire on him.

Whenever Bruce needs a break, Alfred will call everyone to the living room for one of his infamous spy stories.

Cass is the queen of April Fool’s.

Tim, Steph, and Duke regularly climb on each other’s shoulders to try to reach the cookie jar.

Harper is a pro at getting gum out of people’s hair. Tim is a pro at the exact opposite. 

Bruce gives Dick “the talk”. Dick then gives it to Harper who gives it to Cass who gives it to Jason and by then it’s so misconstrued by then that Bruce has to re-give it to all the kids.

One time Jason lashed out at school and it led to the teachers referring him to a therapist. Bruce stayed with him during the first appointment and Jason admitted to feeling unwanted because of what some kids at school said. Meanwhile, back at home, all the other siblings were trying to get their names to be Damian’s first word, like a competition. None of them ended up winning because when the other two came home, Damian called out to Jason. (And Jason cried on the spot because it didn’t matter what people said at school, he was wanted by the right people).

Group outings with the Kents or the Allens are a normal occurrence.

Harper gave Bruce a heart attack when she DIYed her hair dye and piercings.

The first time Tim saw a shooting star, he was convinced that aliens had arrived to take over the world. His conspiracy-driven panic spread to his younger siblings and that’s how Alfred found them all hiding in a blanket fort wearing saucepans as helmets.

Steph once got lost at the mall and the first thing she did was buy ten Build-A-Bears. 

Cass regularly carries her younger siblings like suitcases.

Bruce never rushed Dick into getting a license or helping out around the house.

Harper once snuck on a train to the next town without telling anyone because she wanted to ask Kate advice on coming out.

Nobody got any sleep for the forty-eight hours when Damian’s favorite stuffed animal went missing.

Duke is a LEGO kid. Carrie is a horse girl. Together they created the ultimate toy equine sanctuary.

Bruce can’t ground the kids. They’ve unionized.

Jason is no longer allowed to pick movies on account of the time he chose an R-rated slasher.

It’s an open secret that Cass accidentally left Tim at a haunted house once. 

Alfred custom sews a ten-person "get along" shirt.

Duke once snuck Damian to school for Show And Tell. Steph ratted him out almost right away.

Jason tried to make his younger siblings reenact Shakespeare. It lasted a good thirty seconds before it dissolved into people hitting each other with props.

As a big mystery/conspiracy theory person, Tim was wholly convinced that Damian was an extraterrestrial because the first time he saw him, it was at the hospital where Damian was hooked up to a bunch of machines after he was born. It wasn’t until after three different people explained the concept of preemies to him did Tim finally get it.

Carrie loves to play dress-up and will rope in anyone in the vicinity.

Bruce’s favorite song to sing to someone when they’re upset is Lean On Me by Bill Withers

Cass taught everyone obscenities in sign language and it was all fine until someone caught Babs at school and she got detention

Alfred can’t remember the last time the house was not babyproofed.

Between birthdays, holidays, Gotcha Days, and other special days, there’s always a reason to celebrate at Wayne Manor.

Whenever they fly on the private jet Duke's in the cockpit insisting he knows more about airplanes than the pilots (Alfred or Kate) bc he watched the Planes movie.

Harper got matching leather jackets for all the sisters.

Bruce gives Tim "coffee" that's 90% milk and a splash of coffee for flavor.

Cass and Jason communicate solely in inhuman grunts.

Carrie can and will latch onto the first person she sees like a koala bear.

There's a running gag among friends on how many siblings Dick has because he tells stories without ever using names.

Bruce comes home after a long day of work and everyone drops what they're doing to dogpile on him.

Harper only got an after school job to pay for her Club Penguin membership.

They all make snowmen in descending size order with Bruce's being this huge towering one and Damian's being like three inches tall.

The girls have a "no boys (except the baby) allowed" zone.

Carrie can't pronounce the letters "R" or L".

When Damian learns to crawl suddenly all the other family members become a jungle gym.

Bruce doesn't notice when someone invites a friend over without permission because what's a few extra kids anyway?

Harper comes out and for a week people wouldn't stop making bi puns.

They try to do that thing where each family member puts a different colored handprint on the mailbox and they end up running out of space.

As the oldest Dick gets stuck with babysitting or he's forced to let Jason tag along when he goes out (bc all parents make their older kids do that) and he resents it but at the same time no one can talk trash about his siblings.

Damian's animal collection begins when he brings in a mouse from the yard. (Cue the hilarious siblings-helping-him-hide-new-pets montages.)

Someone beat Bruce for “World’s most attractive man”, but that’s okay because he was voted “World’s happiest man” instead.

[inforapound]

The Devil Inside  -  Part 1

This was written to celebrate @fuchsiagrasshopper​​ 200 followers. Congrats to you. This is not high literature, just a tiny-bop reader insert style romance. 

Warnings -  sexually explicit, hints of dub/con, possessiveness, love

Pairing - Ivar x Reader            Prompt in bold.

There they were. The same unimpressed brilliant blue eyes. It was the second time that week you had seen them in the back parking lot at school.

The student car park was behind the main building where all those who either drove or smoked cigarettes congregated at lunch to sit in their cars, pump music, and yak. You didn’t smoke but had a car so hung out all the same. Students from neighbouring schools occasionally pulled in to visit, always staying in their cars and keeping a distance as these types of schools were full of rules and someone was always watching. That is where he fits it. The dark-haired guy with the cold eyes and the nice flat-black Camaro. Whether or not he was putting on airs, he looked dubious and the kids always hanging about his car were the shadier bunch in the school.

He had been coming around for a couple of months now and you had locked eyes with him once or twice. Maybe more. He always broke the contact first as if looking at you had been in error. Probably dealt drugs or something similar but honestly, you didn’t know. What you did know, with your sharp eighteen-year-old senses, was to keep to your side of the lot. Maintaining your flawless grades was your first priority with socializing a not to distant second. Plus, you had been single for less than six weeks so boys were not exactly a draw.

So… you thought nothing of it when Mark Hasting approached your locker when the end-of-the-day bell rang. Standing with your closest friends, Kim and Amanda, you were deciding on whose house to meet at after supper. Mark was one of those smoking-out-back-leather-jacket-wearing types but he was friendly with everyone so it wasn’t that out of the blue for him to stop by your locker and chat.

“What’s up ladies,” he smiled, looking rather fit for a guy who had never played sports. “Any plans tonight?”

Kim carried on loading her binders into her locker and Amanda gave a breezy ‘not sure’ shrug so you spoke up as Mark was a nice guy.

“Might meet up with some of the others at the beach by my place after dark. What are you up to?”

“Me and some of the guys are going to meet behind Macdonald’s at 9 pm. Go from there. Some boys from Claremont are coming. You should join?”

“Clairemont, eh?”

It was the other private school in the district, prestigious like yours but with the reputation for being wild. Amanda’s brother had transferred there a few years back for their higher-profile basketball program and she had bitched that her parents were playing favourites ever since.

“Yeah, okay, maybe,” you answered not sounding convinced.

“You gonna be driving?” he asked which surprised you as you were the only one with a car. Kim had one that she supposedly shared with her brother but you had maybe seen her with it twice.

“Well, I won’t be getting a driver’s license in the next 6 hours,” Amanda laughed.

“Fair enough,” Mark smiled. “So maybe see you there?”

Hmm. That was interesting and you wondered if Mark or one of the other outbackers were interested in one of your friends. The crowd you ran with were the popular sort; the academics, preps, and jocks. Not the smokers who hit the bong on the weekends but at your school the cliques mixed well. Unlikely hookups weren’t that out of the ordinary but you certainly weren't interested. Hell no.

----

The evening air was a bit sharp so you were glad you wore your white denim coat and blue jeans. It was nearly dark and you were with a group of eight or ten of your friends standing between parked cars at the playground not far from your school. The closest street lamp was out so the only light came from the radios playing in the cars lined up in a row. The music was just loud enough to hear but not grab the attention of the tidy homes across the street.

If you were being honest, you were bored and the night was shaping up to look like the previous few weekends. Deciding to have a drink, you grabbed a cider from the full box in your trunk, passing your keys and responsibility over to Kim. ‘No problem’ was her reply that came in the form of a quick nod. You had been driving her around for years so she didn’t mind.

The headlights of two vehicles rolling past and pulling in made you all turn and look and you immediately recognized both. It was Mark’s white van and the low-slung Camaro tailing close behind. Blue eyes was in there. He had to be and it wasn’t immediately apparent but you had some reaction, nerves maybe or just feeling a bit on the spot for brushing off Mark’s earlier invitation.

“Guess nothing was happening at Macdonald’s,” Kim laughed.

“Shocking,” Amanda added sarcastically, taking a drag of her cigarette and blowing the smoke in the opposite direction.

“Cause hanging out beside the jungle gym is so much cooler,” you droned, squinting at the now parked cars, noticing that the Camaro looked full of people.

Not letting your sights linger, you turned back to your friends, taking a few long pulls of your drink, and heard car doors open and close. The sound of footsteps crunching over gravel came towards you.

“It’s Amanda, right?” a girl’s voice called and in unison, you all spun around.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Amanda answered, in her overly cheerful voice.

Before you was a tall blonde girl, a little older than you with very distinct features; a small narrow nose and the largest eyes you had ever seen.

“I graduated with Lani last year at Claremont,” she explained.

Lani was Amanda’s older brother, a year and half older, popular but a total prick unless he needed something.

“I’m Torvi,” she smiled and you all nodded your hellos.

“Hey, we are headed to my boyfriend’s if you want to come? Have some drinks. Can’t blow the doors wide but you girls are welcome to come.”

“Yeah, sure, okay,” Kim and Amanda’s mixed replies came at the same time.

Knowing the plan was set, you took a few more drinks of your cider, finishing it off, wondering who exactly was in that car.

The tall blonde turned and began to head back but stopped and looked in your direction.

“You’re not driving, I take it?” she glanced at the empty you were returning to the box in your open trunk.

“For once, no,” you replied quietly.

“Ride with us,” she jerked her head in the direction of the Camaro. “The girls can follow,” she smiled and you felt caught-off-guard.

“That’s okay,” you smiled back. “We’ll see you there.”

“No,” her smile widened and she took a step closer, offering her arm for you to link up. “I insist.”

The Camaro was nice. Really nice. Classic with a black leather interior. It had the faintest smell of cigarettes, beer, and leather. A total guy car and not the BMW SUV’s you were used to. You like it far more than those. But the atmosphere was anything but nice. For you at least. A tall, rather serious guy had opened the door, folding the seat forward for you and Torvi to climb in. Her boyfriend, you assumed, by the way he smacked her ass when she slid past.

Mr. Blue-Eyes was the driver and when you settled back in the seat, you realized those nerves earlier had nothing to do with running into Mark. It was him. As your mom would say, ‘trouble with a capital T’ and being that close to him made you feel.....funny.

The ride was quick and the house you were heading to turned out to be only a few minutes away but it felt like a different neighborhood. They were mansions; the original estates in the area before it was all chopped up into lots and sold. The gates on the driveway were open and you drove up a long driveway to a beautiful Tudor style home set well back from the road. It looked about 10,000 square feet from the driveway and if it hadn’t have been for those cold blue eyes glancing up at you in the rearview mirror, you would have turned around to make sure your friends were still following.

Inside the house was equally as amazing; soaring ceilings and a gracious front entry, an incredible kitchen with a large family room off to one side. You settled with Torvi on a large leather couch and from where you were sitting, you saw that the French doors on the other side of the pool table led out to a massive back-lit pool. Homes like this weren’t that uncommon in your world but you still appreciated its elegance.

There wasn’t a parent in sight and no mention of one which struck you as normal. It was always the wealthy and unsupervised doing the most scandalous things. But no one there was doing anything scandalous. You were just there for drinks. Right?

Torvi handed you some type of boozy beverage and you were unsure as to why, yet relieved, that she had taken you under her wing.

Entering the room and walking with the help of some customized crutch, the Camaro driver headed straight for the leather chair on the far side of Torvi. He didn’t make eye contact with you or anyone else but you still felt noticed. The way he hustled made you think that you shouldn’t watch and you wondered if that crutch was the reason he always stayed in his car at school.

Dropping it onto the hardwood floor, he sank into the seat, immediately raising his hand and accepting a bottle from Torvi’s boyfriend who walked in behind, carrying a case of beer.

“I haven't introduced you,” Torvi raised her hand. “This is my boyfriend, Ubbe, and his brother Ivar,” your eyes flitted over to your driver but he was gazing at something, nothing, off in the kitchen. “And their other brother, Hvitserk is just outside having a smoke with his girlfriend, Margrethe.

Your eyes shifted to the French doors and you could see the outlines of two people kissing on the patio.

Okay, realization struck you. They were the Lothbroks! You had heard of them. Definitely. Just couldn’t recall what but you knew it wasn’t good and you probably shouldn’t be there. Where were your friends and why hadn’t Torvi told them your name? As if on cue, Amanda and Kim and the long-lost Mark Hasting strolled in, cheerful and boisterous and thankfully taking the pressure off you from having to talk.  

Someone had turned on music and the other brother and his blonde-haired girlfriend came inside to join. A game of pool begun and you stayed on the couch with your friends and Torvi. Ivar remained slumped in his chair, giving the impression he would have preferred to be anywhere but there.

It was awkward. Torvi and your friends gabbed about the differences in schools and universities and you quietly finished your drink but, in a flash, it was replaced with another.

As always Mark was the most animated in the room, and Ubbe, who then seemed far more at ease, was listening intently to the details of how Mark’s father made so much money selling appliances. Kim was a good sport despite not drinking and joined in the conversation knowing many of the same people as Torvi.

You could have sworn Ivar scoffed when you rolled your eyes at Amanda who went outside to smoke weed with Mark and Hvitserk but when you glanced over, he was back to staring in the opposite direction and picking the label off his beer. It felt strange….. sitting in a room with lively people and you and he were the only ones not joining in. You weren’t anti-social but for whatever reason that night, or in that house, the atmosphere felt… heavy. It wasn’t the alcohol though; you were almost sure it was him. Ivar. Every bit of your focus seemed to be spent on ignoring him and for some strange reason, you felt he was doing the same.

“Whereabouts is the washroom?” you whispered to Torvi and she raised her hand to point down the hall.

“It's just down the...”

“I need another beer,” Ivar interrupted, his voice so much different than what you expected. It was smoother somehow, breathier. “I’ll show her,” his eyes flicked over to you as he grabbed his crutch and pushed himself up out of the chair.

Your instincts from before seemed right as his body language told you he did not enjoy people walking behind him. He moved with a distinct limp but it was still agile in a way, his crutch obviously an extension of his body. But his mood seemed troubled.

Christ, you thought, as you followed, he could have just told you where it was.

Through the kitchen, he moved down a long hallway lined with closed doors and you were almost certain one of them had to have been a bathroom. Just as your feet slowed assessing where you were going, he glanced back and jerked his head for you to keep moving. Ohh-kay……

Opening the door at the very end, he walked in, not looking behind. Stopping on the threshold you surveyed the room and there was no question it was his. It had the same dark wood floors and wood trim, a neatly made bed with navy linens, large windows, fitted with wooden blinds, bordered by matching navy curtains. The room was lined with furniture; a dresser, desk, shelves loaded with books but it was the framed picture hanging above his bed that held your attention. Behind glass was a charcoal drawing of a scraggly, long-haired, bearded man who seemed to be missing an eye. Nice room, you thought, but the art was a touch dramatic.

As he dropped down onto a couch and stretched his legs out onto a low coffee table, he pointed at an open door which you assumed was his private bathroom. Ohh-kay…. you thought as you tiptoed past him and into the bathroom, closing the door.  Again, it struck you how clean everything was, even smelt good like some faint cologne and you hoped the thick wood door with muffle the sound of you peeing.

After washing your hands, and a lip gloss touch-up, you opened the door, not sure he would still be there. He was…. lounging on the couch, watching the tv on the adjacent wall. There was no acknowledgment when you re-emerged so you mumbled some sort of ‘thanks’ and crossed the room, heading for the door.  

“Are you afraid of me?’ he spoke at your back making you stop and turn around. Aside from the glances in the rear-view mirror, it was the first time he had looked at you directly. And holy shit, was it ever direct.

“No,” you lied trying not to sneak a peek at his tight white shirt stretched over his muscular chest and arms. You definitely didn’t want to be caught staring at his perfect hair, styled in that ‘perfect hot guy way.’ Holy god, he was striking, incredibly hot with his square jaw and smooth tanned skin. You hadn’t fully taken it in until then…. when his piercing blue eyes held you frozen in place.

The angle of his chin shifted just slightly, and he subtly squinted making you think he was somehow pleased with himself. A sweep of goosebumps spread over your skin and you crossed your arms as if suddenly feeling a breeze. Was your stomach suddenly upset? Or, maybe it was your nerves clawing out your insides.

“Then sit,” he said casually, as he looked away and you detected the slightest hint of a dare in his tone.

Why? You wanted to ask but didn’t, wondering if he was trying to intimate you. One thing you did suspect was that his aloofness was only to draw you in. Funny, you thought. Wouldn’t work. You had to get back to your friends….

“Okay,” you instead answered and walked over, slowly sitting down, your body sensing the two inches of space between you. Great, it was a love seat.  

Like the force of nature he felt like, he somehow read your thoughts.

“Get me a beer,” he said, nodding in the direction of the bar fridge next to the tv. What teenager had a bar fridge in their bedroom, you wondered, only realizing then that he had ordered you instead of asking.

If your eyes hadn’t scanned his crossed legs extended out on the coffee table, his crutch on the floor below, you might have told him to get his own…. but…you didn’t. Did he not want to get up? Was he in pain? Was it his legs or his back that hurt him? Maybe a knee? Was it from sports? Or, had he been in an accident with his car? The blank one. It looked fast and he looked like he drove fast too.

Slowly but with no attempt to conceal it, he let out a long sigh, snapping you out of your analysis and you realized that perhaps you were a bit drunk. But out of the corner of your eye, you saw him smirk.

“Get a beer for yourself,” he chimed as if offering a token reward for your obedience.

That was likely the extent of his chivalry anyway. Returning with two beers you handed him one not expecting and not getting any sort of thanks. His eyes stayed glued on the tv.

“Do you even like beer?” he asked, and it somehow felt like a dig.

“Yeah,” you answered taking a small sip.

God, you hated beer.

For a few minutes, you both stared at a music video, some ethereal, whining song, about a hunter in the night sung by an emo looking guy. It suited Ivar perfectly and the longer you listened the more uncomfortable you felt being there… alone in his room……essentially two strangers.

Mentally, you cleared your thought. “My name is…”

“I know your name,” he cut you off sounding annoyed.

It was getting even stranger and you wondered if your friends would eventually come find you….

   “Pray to your god, open your heart, whatever you do, don’t be afraid of the dark.”

…the song played on and it felt like the tension was building but what could you say? You didn’t know him and weren’t going to make small talk. Just as the air seemed to be getting sucked out of the room, you shifted on your seat making him look over at you.

“What?” you said sounding defensive.

Without a word, he just stared at you. The skin on your cheeks began to warm and you felt embarrassed.

“Well, this was fun,” you pushed your hands down into the couch to get up but he grabbed your forearm. Gasping, your eyes locked with his blue ones, his brows pinched and his eyes narrowed.

“I thought you weren’t afraid of me,” he whispered and you noticed how much closer he was all of a sudden. Jesus, those eyes…. they were clear and cold yet somehow dark and felt bottomless. You just stared back as if hypnotized but it was the quick flutter of his lashes and a look of uncertainty that flashed across his face that had you come back to the surface.

“My. Arm. Please,” you articulated through clenched teeth, and you knew you sounded scared.

Tilting his head, his lids blinked again and he began to chuckle, flashing a forced smile and releasing your arm. Smoothly, casually, he leaned forward and grabbed the TV remote off the table as if picking it up had been his plan all along. Slamming your beer down, you stood and rushed for the door. You were fucking done with Ivar Lothbrok.

“See you at school, beautiful,” he called in a patronizing voice.

As you rounded the corner, the volume of the tv rose and the last words of the song felt foreboding.

   “Cover your eyes, the devil’s inside.”

Next chapter

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[subskz]

I think I'm gonna name the pitbull Bin or Binnie cause I feel like Changbin would be a pitbull if he was a dog. For the other two, I like aspen, that's pretty. I'll figure our the other once I know their personality more.

I think they do know how much i love them. You should see Lamia and Jin's enclosures, istg they're almost as big as me (I'm 6'5). And Yongbok and Snail have those like cat jungle gym things that you mount on your wall so they can climb everywhere, and they get a lot of soft cat food, cat treats, and catnip. Not too much tjo cause that's bad for them, but still a lot.

My tattoo artist looked at me weird when I got the portrait of Jin on my chest like sir, let me love my spider in peace please.

Yongbok is a red tabby, Snail is an American Bobtail, Jin is a cobalt blue tarantula, and you know what Lamia is but she is an albino.

-🦢

ohh yes binnie would be such a cute name!! in honor of both changbin and bin-bin rice crackers 😸 i’m glad u like aspen too!

these pets are living the LIFE omg i’ve always wanted to have a setup like that for my kitties too! someday🙏 and ur 6’5…it seems like we also need to start a tall dom club for you and 🐍

i just searched up what cobalt blue tarantulas look like and they’re so pretty 🫢 never thought i’d say that abt a spider hehe now i’m sure your tattoo of him looks so cool!

[trashyswitch]

The Underrated Upside Of Being a Giant

_Patton is enjoying looking after the tiny sides, but is beginning to wish he was a tiny side himself. Why must he be the tall one, when being tiny sounds so much more fun? Soon, Virgil decides to help Patton see the fun side of being a giant.

This prompt was suggested by @unabashedcalzoneflowermaker. I hope you enjoy!

Patton didn’t really know how to react when he saw some of the sides becoming incredibly small. It was actually quite funny at first. Just a bunch of tiny sides running around the house and climbing everyday household objects was just hilarious to Pat! He felt the need to help them up different items, and even petted their heads like the sides were tiny puppies! As time went on, Patton and the other giant sides started to realize this wasn’t gonna be a ‘one week’ thing, and that they needed to start helping the tiny sides get a few new beds and a new general home ready for them. With Logan’s smarts and Janus’s surprising ability to work with tools, they all managed to come up with a temporary living space for the tiny sides that wasn’t annoyingly tall for them.

One day, Patton had gotten up and walked up to the small bed that he made for Virgil out of some household items. When he looked at the tiny side, he noticed that Virgil was sleeping on his back with his blanket only covering up 30% of his body. Patton, believing he might be getting cold, brought the blanket up to Virgil’s chest and tucked him in.

...Only for Virgil to kick the blanket off himself.

Patton covered up his mouth to prevent himself from giggling too loudly and waking him up. When he calmed himself down enough, Patton looked around at the items that Virgil had collected over the weeks of being tiny. He observed the pompom pile he had, the necklace chains he put up as decorations, the bottom of a sharpener that he was using as a bedside table, a small treasure box he was using for some of his treasures, and a small white feather that was the side of his bed.

Patton picked up the feather that was lying down beside the bed, and brought the feather up to Virgil’s head. With a careful but quick swipe, Patton managed to get the feather under his shirt and started fluttering it back and forth against his belly. Virgil started to smile and giggle softly in his sleep. Patton smiled as his heart swelled up, and resumed fluttering the feather. Virgil’s smile grew teeth and his giggles grew less mumbly and more clear to hear. “Viiiirrrrrrgiiiiil…” Patton softly called as he continued to flutter the feather. “You gonna wake up?” Patton asked softly.

Virgil giggled more and more, and started waving the feather away with his hands. But he wasn’t actually covering up his belly or rolling over. Patton found that quite an adorable sight. Patton moved the feather down a little and specifically focused on his belly button.

Virgil squealed and woke himself up. His eyes were wide and his teeth were so visible, you could count each and every one of them! Patton smiled. “Coochy coochy coo, sleepyhead!” Patton teased.

Virgil bursted out laughing and squirmed around. Patton giggled as well, enjoying the scene. But Virgil quickly pulled the feather out from under his shirt. “Hey! That’s my feather!” Virgil reacted, reaching a hand up. Patton giggled and gave it back to him. Virgil got the feather back and gave it a nice big hug. Then, Virgil placed the feather beside his bed and reached his hands up. “Pick me up?” Virgil asked.

Patton nodded. “Of course!” Patton picked Virgil up on his palm and carried him to the house he was living in.

In the house, were other sides such as: Remus and Roman. Why they were tiny as well, no one could really explain. All they knew was that they now shared a big, 3 bedroom mansion.

...It was actually a dollhouse, but don’t worry about it.

Patton placed Virigl into his dollhouse room and then walked back out to the kitchen. In one quick trip, Patton fixed up Virgil’s bed and placed Virgil’s bed into his dollhouse room. He walked away again for a minute or two, and came back with all his tiny treasures. “Why don’t you hang these up in your new bedroom?” Patton asked.

Virgil nodded and grabbed the stuff one by one. He started completely putting together his dollhouse room, while Patton sat on his own bed and sighed. Patton looked at his own hands and just how big they were compared to the dollhouse. Why had Patton remained so big? He didn’t understand. He had been waiting patiently for himself to become small just like them. But...It never happened.

The truth is, Patton really wanted to be small like Virgil and Roman. He wanted to collect small treasures that would be considered huge for him, and he wanted to have his own room in the dollhouse. It sounded like a fun time and a worth-while experience.

“Patton? You okay?” Someone asked in front of him. It was Virgil, holding one of Patton’s big flowers for him. Patton gave Virgil a small smile and picked up Virgil with the flower. He placed the man and his flower onto the bed and looked down at him. “Being tiny looks very fun.” Patton admitted. “I wish I was tiny too.”

Virgil frowned softly. He put the flower down onto the bed and hugged Patton’s wrist. “It’s okay that you’re big. Being big can be fun too.” Virgil told him.

Patton looked at him with a slightly agitated face. “What’s so fun about being big and average sized?” Patton asked.

“You’re a very fun jungle gym!” Roman told him happily from the dollhouse. “You’re great for climbing on, and you also seem to not mind!” Roman added.

Patton couldn’t help but giggle at that brief explanation and looked at the dollhouse. “I don’t mind at all. In fact, I like watching you climb all over me and the furniture.” Patton told him.

“Exactly!” Roman reacted before returning to making his bed.

Patton’s smile dropped a little. “...It makes me wish I could climb someone too. It sounds like a super fun activity.” Patton told him, his mood slowly dropping back down.

Virgil’s smile dropped a little as well. He looked down at the edge of the bed before looking up at Patton. “Want me to be honest?” Virgil asked.

Patton nodded.

“I wish I was in your shoes.” Virgil admitted. “There’s lots of things I would love experiencing again if I were a giant.” he told him.

Patton giggled and shook his head. “It’s really not as fun as you claim.” Patton told him.

“Well, there is one specific activity that makes me wish I was a giant surrounded by tinies:” Virgil told him.

Patton tilted his head in curiosity. “What is it?” Patton added.

“This:” Virgil started climbing up the back of Patton’s shirt and hopped up onto Patton’s shoulder. With his balance secured, Virgil had two of his fingers on the back of Patton’s neck.

“EEEEEhehehehehehe! Hehehehehehey!” Patton giggled, arching his back. Virgil climbed down his shoulder, and shoved his hand inside Patton’s armpit. “WAHAHAHAIT!” Patton fell backwards and flopped onto his back. Virgil flew down with him, and quickly gained his composure.

Virgil ran onto Patton’s belly and started crawling and skittering his fingers onto Patton’s belly. “Giants get tons of tickles from their tiny friends!” Virgil told him.

“aaAAAH! VIHIHIHIRGIHIHIHIHIL! COHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” Patton laughed.

Patton squealed and did all he could to not curl around and squish Virgil. And just to be safe, Virgil kept his eye on how close he would get to the edge of his belly, so he wasn’t squished or injured in the process.

Virgil crawled himself up Pat’s soft ab muscles and summoned an ‘On The Go’ keychain mini massager. The tiny side turned on the spider-looking device and started massaging Patton’s front ribs. “HAHAHAHAHAHA- EEEEEEEHEHEHEHE!” Patton squealed and laughed. Patton had started kicking his legs wildly while holding his own shaking head with his hands. His ribs were a really bad spot and it was taking EVERYTHING in him to not roll around like a goof!

Virgil brought the massager over to Patton’s ab muscles and was eager to try it out on there as well! To make the tickles a little more intense, Virgil set up the massager before sitting on it! Then, the tiny evil being just let the massager vibrate and tickle him wherever it wanted to go!

“WHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHE- WHYHYHYHYHYHY?!” Patton asked, looking at the tiny side with a confused expression.

Virgil giggled at this reaction and shrugged his shoulders. “Does it tickle? Is this dang massager just too ticklish on your abs?” Virgil teased. Virgil’s voice was vibrating along with the massager, making his voice sound silly. This made Patton laugh even more!

Amidst his laughing, Patton nodded his head up and down quickly as he fought the instinctual urges to hold his belly. Patton even compromised if curling in was too much action! He desperately didn’t wanna hurt him and went to great lengths to make sure Virgil would come out of the tickle attack completely unscathed!

To give Patton a breather, Virgil picked up the massager and moved it to his side. His sides were a lot less ticklish than his belly, which was good in this scenario. Patton just allowed himself to giggle freely while he slowly calmed down. “Thahahahank yohohohou. Ihihihi neheheeded thahahat.” Patton said politely.

“You’re welcome. But I’m not quite done yet.” Virgil warned. “I wanna give you a break for a bit before I go full force.” He added.

Patton blinked in growing fear before biting his lip nervously. When was Virgil gonna throw him into hysterics? Now? Later? How later? Will he wait a week? A month? Well, he wouldn’t wait a month. That would be ridiculous. Virgil might be big again by then!

Suddenly, before he knew it: Virgil had gotten up and summoned his feather decoration from the dollhouse. With the feather now in hand, Virgil was ready to tickle Patton like he’d never been tickled before.

Well...try to, at least…

Virgil headed to Patton’s big belly button and immediately dipped his feather into it. Then, he started fluttering the feather inside his belly button.

“aaAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! VIHIHIRGAHAHAHAHAL! IHIHI’M NAHAHAT REHEHEHEADYHYHYHY FOHOHOHOR THAHAHAHAT!” Patton reacted.

Virgil tsked. “Pat, I’m pretty sure no one is ever ready to be tickled with no mercy.” Virgil replied.

Then, Virgil started spinning the feather round and round and round like a witches’ stick in a cauldron. This ended up causing tons more squeals and laughter to leave Patton’s mouth.

“NAHAHAHAT MYHYHYHY BEHEHELLYHY BUHUHUHUTTOHOHON! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH!” Patton begged.

“Funny how such a tiny little button...something I could probably sit in, could be so ticklish. Isn’t the human body strange?” Virgil reacted rather calmly.

...Too calmly...

Virgil continued to ‘stir his pot of laughter’ and enjoy the pretty music that was Patton’s laugh. Patton was squeezing his arms against his chest and doing all he could to not squirm around too much. It was growing more and more harder though, the longer he was being mercilessly tickled.

As he tickled though, Virgil started to wonder if he actually COULD fit into Patton’s belly button. Was he really small enough? Or is he just a little too big?

Eager to find out, Virgil placed the feather aside and started crawling himself in.

“What are- OHOHOHO NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! WHYHYHYHYHYHY?!” Patton asked.

Virgil didn’t reply and just continued to dig himself into Pat’s navel. Patton was starting to squirm more and more as he dug in. “IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES SOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!” Patton laughed.

Virgil popped his head out. “I know it does. But is it worse than your ribs? Or are you just being a bit dramatic?” Virgil teased before going back in.

“IHIHIT’S WOHOHORSE! IHIHIHIHIHIT’S SOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH WOHOHOHOHORSE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Patton shouted back.

Virgil giggled a little and hopped out of Pat’s navel. Then, Virgil laid his back and butt right into the navel and chilled out in Pat’s navel like a pool float. “This is surprisingly quite comfy!” Virgil joked.

Patton started to slowly calm down. He was panting rather hard, and was just laying there in exhaustion. “Ihihi...Ohoho gohohosh…ohboy...heheh…” Patton panted and giggled.

Virgil looked up to Pat’s chin. “You okay?” Virgil asked him.

Patton nodded his head. “Uh…*huff* *Huff* Uh-huh...uh huh.” Patton replied with a bit of patience needed.

Virgil smiled and wiggled his butt further into his kitty pool-sized navel. Patton’s giggles increased a little more while he wiggled around and snuggled in. And with Virgil comfy, Patton was able to return to regular old panting.

Patton laid there for a good while with Virgil just chilling in his belly button. Though his breathing tickled his navel a teeny bit, Patton didn’t really mind this. It was actually a little fun to have a tickle monster that’s a little bigger than a bug, just chilling out on you. Even if chilling out, meant laying in your super ticklish belly button.

After a while, Virgil got back up and climbed onto his shirt. When he reached Patton’s collar bone, Virgil gave Patton as big a hug as he could muster. Patton happily hugged him back and petted his back.

“Being a giant can be really fun. So, I want you to enjoy being the lee for as long as you can, before you shrink down and become the ler.” Virgil concluded.

Patton nodded. “I promise.”

The truth is, Patton could see that Virgil was right: there is one good thing about being a giant. Perhaps there are other good things that Patton hasn’t really considered yet. Maybe Patton will be able to enjoy being a giant for a while before it becomes his turn to become the tiny one.

Only time can tell when that’ll happen.

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I have a bit of bad news. I started experiencing some chills, headaches and extreme fatigue. So, I got a covid test and I have to wait to see if it's positive or negative. While I wait, I have to be quarantined. Soooo...let's see how my touched-starved self handles this.

But the good news is, I might be able to get more fanfics done. So, I'll probably be writing more and more fanfics to busy myself and prevent myself from meltdowns. So, I'll update you all on how I'm doing/the results in a couple days.