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lnfours · 6 years ago

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addicted⎜t.h

summary: tom’s got a special way to wake you up on your birthday.

*since lixi went w fluff for her fic, imma make it a bit steamy in here. this is for one of my best friends in the whole world, my mom, the girl who exposes me when i say dumb shit, @sunshinehollandd. happy (early) birthday, emma! i love you so much, thank you for putting up with my annoying ass 💗💞💗

warnings: language, smut, tom trEATing you right,

wc: 484

masterlist⎜insp.

you woke up to the feeling of tom’s warm and wet lips against your skin, hands making their way up the shirt of his you slipped on over your head. your eyes fluttered open, watching him as he kissed your stomach, lips forming a smile as your eyes locked with his.

he decided to test the waters, though, brushing his hand up against the thin material of your underwear. when you let out a whimper, he smirked against the skin on the inside of your thigh. you grabbed his face, pulling him up the length of your body and back to your face.

“happy birthday, darling.” he smiled, leaning in for a kiss.

before you could even have a chance to thank him, his fingers were pushing your panties to the side, fingers slipping through your folds to feel how wet you were. you moaned at the feeling, biting down slightly on his lip.

“so wet for me, darlin’.”

you moaned again at the nickname,”fuck, tommy.”

“tell me what you want baby,” he said, head traveling south,”you’re the birthday girl.”

you pulled at his curls,”need your tongue.”

he nodded, pulling at the waistband of your panties before tossing them to the side,”anything for you, angel.”

he pulled your legs onto his shoulders, lifting your lower half off the bed. you let out a whimper, feeling his face near your core. he didn’t even bother teasing you, licking a stripe between your folds as his tongue made contact with your pussy. his tongue circled around your clit, your fingers finding his hair and gripping hard as your eyes rolled back.

“tom,” you breathed,”so good, baby...so good.”

his eyes were closed, focusing only on treating you right. you whimpered, squirming in his grip. his hand came down against your hip, pinning you back down to the mattress. you let out a moan as you felt him slip a finger into you, pushing in and out of you.

you threw your head back,”my god- tommy,”

he opened his eyes, coming to look at you as he watched you. your fist balled up the bedsheets, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, holding back more moans.

“let it go, love,” he said,”let me hear those pretty sounds.”

you opened your mouth as a moan escaped,”fuck, tommy, i’m close.”

“come on, darling, you can do it.”

he pulled your clit back between his lips, sucking on the bud harshly. you jolted, legs shaking around his head as you felt the coil in your stomach build up, snapping as tom thrusted his fingers into you one last time.

you moaned,”tommy, oh my god,”

he pulled away from you, lips wet with your juices. he licked them clean before popping his fingers in his mouth, cleaning them off as well, the sight making you wet all over again.

“holy fuck.” you panted as he climbed up to your body.

“happy birthday, babygirl.”

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awesometheydontknowiamhere · 5 years ago

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In Your Honour

Summary: The Reader finds a stray kitten in an alley behind her building. She rescues him and secretly nurses him back to health in her spare bedroom in her shared apartment with her boyfriend, Diego. Diego grows suspicious of her activities and assumes the worst.

Requested: Nope.

Warning: None at all. Minor tones of angst and jealousy. Overall fluff.

Diego Hargreeves Taglist: @wh3n-1t-ra1ns-1t-p0urs @imultifandomstuff @w0nder-marie@chloemac86 @theladywholivesonthemoon @hemogobllin@pansexualpaperdragons @gorgeourrific-nerd @purplezebra68@vividholland@bands-and-shietz @onlydeanandjensen @slither-in-a-half@reblogserpent@missscarlett1802 @lovelyheadrush @mrsdiegohargreeves@mrsdiegohargreeves @katylovescats @vividholland @lilithsweetghost@ynm1505@siriusjohnpotter @ratfuckb0y @energy-for-fandoms-not-your-shit @writingsbychlo

A/N: Back from the dead. No, I don’t have any excuses. I tried writing something with a No Smut condition. Hit me with the criticism.

Also, Karambit is a small Indonesian curved knife resembling a claw. Remember that, it’s going to come in handy.

Inspiration for this fic:

I mean are you guys seeing this?!? He looks so soft.

Word count: 1584

“You know, I am eventually going to give you a kickass name,” you said to the black cantaloupe-sized furball in your lap. You were glad that Diego wasn’t home because you couldn’t explain the presence if the gorgeous yet starved feline in the house. Coming to think of it, you didn’t even know what his thoughts were on pets.

You had found the kitten that morning, mewling and terrified outside a dumpster behind your building. You had crouched and inspected him from an arm’s length, scared to touch him lest he freaked out and didn’t let you help him. You had spent a considerable amount of time on your knees and he had approached you, allowing you to pet him. You had gently scooped him in your scarf and carried him home.

He wasn’t injured but looked severely malnourished. You had made him a cozy bed in a large cardboard box lined with soft sheets and fluffy pillows. He had a long nap in his new abode, but not before slurping down a bowl of milk and a whole shredded chicken breast.

He was currently lounging on your outstretched legs, occasionally looking up at you with his dark eyes. You stroked his fur and he screwed his face when you scratched him behind his ears.

You heard the front door and realized that Diego was calling out for you.

You placed the tiny black cat back with into his bed and looked around to check if his water bowl was full and he had a few makeshift toys to play with.

“I will see you in a few hours, be good for mommy, okay?”

You blew him a kiss and shuffled out of the room, carefully locking the door behind you.

Diego was standing at the kitchen counter, guzzling down a large bottle of water. He looked over the rim of the bottle and winked at you, instantly turning your heart into a fluttering mess.

You were new at this live-in lifestyle and you were elated when he decided to move into your two-bedroom flat. After all, you weren’t going to let your lovely boyfriend rot in that dark hellhole.

You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him and rose up on your toes to kiss him while his hand smoothed down your back. He pulled back and said,” I am all sweaty, babe, let me shower first.”

“You know that’s exactly how I like you, all sweaty and worked up.”

“Well, in that case,” he said as he pulled you to him and walked over to the couch.

He plopped down and pulled you on to his lap. He murmured something about getting pizza for dinner but his lips on your skin stole your attention.

“Babe, why are you covered in weird fibres?”

Your head jolted right up.

“Oh, I was just trying on an old faux fur coat. The fibres must have clung to me.”

You mentally kicked yourself for being such a terrible liar but thankfully Diego looked convinced.

After dinner, Diego retired to the bedroom while you fixed a bowl of chicken and a cup of milk. Diego was busy with his knives which gave you ample time with your furry baby.

A couple of weeks went by and you thought you were doing an excellent job of secretly fostering a cat. Occasionally, you were cutting it too close to the edge. For instance, you had bought a few cans of cat food but had to hastily conceal it in the nearest shopping bag when Diego had emerged from the room. You had done an incredibly poor job of diverting the conversation when he had asked about its contents. The other major near-miss incident had involved him waking up in the middle of the night when you had gone to check on your little kitty. You had returned to find Diego waiting for you with a raised eyebrow. You had pecked him on the lips and gone back to sleep.

Maybe you weren’t that good at being sneaky. It hardly mattered, you were going to tell him about your new pet any day.

Diego came home that night, his behavior a little different than usual. His kiss lacked passion and he didn’t pull you into him as he usually did. You filed it under stress and exhaustion.

“Why don’t you go change, we can have dinner together,” you said, laying your hand on his chest.

“No.”

“No?”

Diego sighed and pressed his palm to his eyes.

“Y/N, we need to talk.”

Your heart cracked a little. The combination of his somber mood with those words forced you to think of the worst. You sat down on the couch facing him. You slipped your hand into his but he made no effort to hold it.

“Diego, I-“

“I am sorry, Y/N, but I’d really like to go first.”

You nodded and braced yourself for the worst.

“Are you cheating on me?”

“What?”

That was certainly unexpected. You couldn’t even bear the thought of him not being a part of your life and there he was thinking you would break the sanctity of your relationship by cheating on him. You looked at him, aghast.

“Why on earth would you say that?”

“Do you seriously want reasons, because I have plenty. Fine, I will give you reasons. You disappear during al-all hours of th-th-the night. The other day I saw you with a bag full of stu-stuff from a lingerie store.

He took a breath and continued.

“The wor-worst of it was last night. I heard you say I lo-love you on the phone last night when you tho-thought I was asleep.”

He sighed in frustration, upset that his surge in emotions making him stammer.

“Diego, baby, look at me,” you said, placing your palms on his stubbled cheek.

“You’ve got it all wrong,” you said, wiping away an escaped tear.

“Wrong?”

“I am not cheating on you, I promise,. I wouldn’t do that to you, not even in my wildest dreams. I have perfectly logical explanation for everything you saw, but I think showing you would be better than telling you. Come with me.”

He looked apprehensive as you dragged him to the spare bedroom.

“Before we go in, baby, I need you to promise me you won’t freak out. It’s going to answer all your questions.”

Diego looked at you and tucked your behind your ear.

“Okay.”

“Close your eyes.”

He looked dubious for a second, and then closed his eyes.

You took his hand and lead him into the room, guiding him to the bed. You pushed his shoulders down, asking him to sit.

“Don’t open your eyes, I will be back in a second,” you said, kissing his forehead.

You bent down to retrieve a tiny bed and scooped up the onyx furball.

Planting yourself in front of Diego, you said,” Open your eyes.”

Confusion coated his features. He looked at you to figure out what you were showing him when a soft mewl pulled his attention from your face to your hands.

“Umm..Y/N?”

“How rude of me, let me introduce you. Diego Hargreeves, meet Karambit,”you said with a soft smile, a little wary of what might come.

Diego quirked his eyebrow at his name.

He cleared his throat and shifted on the bed, making space for you to sit.

“Can I hold Karambit?”

You smoothed the look of surprise on your face and placed karambit in his outstretched hands. His tiny body fit in Diego’s hands, and that sight warmed your heart.

Diego’s shoulders visibly relaxed when he looked at Karambit. He held his attention and Karambit tilted his head forward, giving him permission to pet him.

“I think he likes you.”

“Did you think he wouldn’t like me?”

“Oh, I was talking to Karambit, because I am sure he loves you. How could he not, considering he was named in your honour? Trust me, he knows all about you, he’s seen nearly all your pictures on my phone, heard all about you,” you said, placing your hands on his cheek.

Diego looked amused, and though he hid it well, you could tell he was touched.

“Y/N, baby, I am sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have said any of that, I truly am sorry.

You slid up to him and took his free hand in yours.

“No, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have kept it from you. All those things you saw were just me hiding Karambit’s things in the house. The lingerie bag contains can of cat food, and I go to check on him every few hours because he sleeps alone in the room and I worry about him,” you said.

“God, I feel so stupid, now that I know the whole truth.”

“You aren’t stupid,” you said with a laugh,” you were just unaware. I didn’t know how you felt about pets. I am sorry, I should have told you anyway.”

“First, this is your house, your life, your world. Babe, you say the word and I’ll get it for you. Nothing about your choices should depend on me. Second, I love animals, you had nothing to worry about. I am glad you brought him into our lives,” he said, with a grounding air of reassurance.

He pulled you to him, careful not to jostle a napping Karambit awake. You curled into him, hugging him close.

In that moment you knew that your family was complete.

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caughtinthera1n · 2 years ago

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A piece of angsty Merlin fic that I will probably never expand upon. If anybody wants to use it as a prompt, just dm + tag me.

Merlin’s eyes were half-lidded. Blank. The sorceress’s hand was pressing down on Merlin’s chest hard enough to bruise, and Merlin was reactionless, his face tilted vaguely in Arthur’s direction, his pupils large and uneven.

It made Arthur nauseous.

The sorceress looked up at Arthur, smirking. Her free hand was absently moving, a fine black mist swirling around her fingers.

“He can still hear you,” the sorceress said at last. Then she, too, looked at Merlin’s face and frowned. “Well, probably,” she added as an afterthought.

Arthur growled. Guilt twisted in his gut. The chains around his wrists rattled as he jerked himself forward once again, as if this time would be any different, as if this time the chains would break and he’d be able to launch himself at the sorceress and claw her to bits with his bare hands, feel her hot blood cooling in the frigid dungeon air, snap her neck and watch the life drain from her eyes—

But no. There was no escape. There might have been before, back when Merlin wasn’t in his current state, back when Arthur (stupid, ignorant Arthur) refused to look at him or his ugly glowing eyes, back when Merlin could speak and apologize and refuse to answer questions and bite down on his lip to keep himself from screaming and begging for mercy, back before the potions and beatings and spells and goddess-only-knew what else, because Arthur hadn’t been watching, so he didn’t know—

Back before all of that, maybe they would have been able to escape.

But not now.

A few weeks ago, Arthur would have taken any opportunity he could to escape (aside from listening to traitorous, magical Merlin, of course, who had attempted multiple escape proposals) and he would have probably abandoned Merlin here, too.

How cruelly ironic was it that now that Merlin was in no state to move, let alone help Arthur escape, Arthur would do anything to get them both out of here alive?

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awesometheydontknowiamhere · 6 years ago

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Knockout

Diego Hargreeves X Plus Sized!Reader

Requested: Oh, yes! Multiple requests in my inbox.

“Any plus size Diego fics coming soon?”

“Can you do another Diego x plus size reader?”

“Could I request a Diego x plus size fic maybe where she’s a badass boxer but she is also kinda insecure when like Diego asks her out maybe thinks it’s a joke or something?”

Summary: You have it all. You’re a revered fighter, have an excellent support system of friends and family and spend most of your evenings with your crush, sweaty and hot on a mat. But when a chance at finding loves knocks on your door in the form of your crush, Diego Hargreeves, will you let him in or shut him out?

A/N: A few things I’d like to mention.

1. There’s a Sylvia Plath quote hiding in here. Let me know if you find it.

2. I absolutely love that so many people requested a plus size reader fic (I have 24 requests out of which 3 were for this)

3. I spent nearly two full hours reading up about boxing terminology, just in case.

4. I recently saw Never Back Down so boxing is all I can think about anyway.

5. I might have changed the request a little bit because the reader suddenly had a life of her own and the story refused to be written in that particular way.

6. All of you, thin, fat, chubby, curvy, super tall, super short, somewhere in between, I love each and every one of you.

7. This could possibly be the prequel to Store Bought Hugs.

Warning: None. Maybe a bit of language.

Diego Hargreeves Taglist: @wh3n-1t-ra1ns-1t-p0urs @imultifandomstuff @w0nder-marie@chloemac86 @theladywholivesonthemoon @hemogobllin@pansexualpaperdragons @gorgeourrific-nerd @purplezebra68 @vividholland@bands-and-shietz @onlydeanandjensen @slither-in-a-half @reblogserpent@missscarlett1802 @lovelyheadrush @mrsdiegohargreeves @mrsdiegohargreeves @katylovescats @vividholland @lilithsweetghost@ynm1505 @siriusjohnpotter @ratfuckb0y @energy-for-fandoms-not-your-shit @writingsbychlo

Words: 1620

You ducked and avoided Diego’s approaching fist, and threw an uppercut which he skillfully dodged. This was routine for the two of you, pairing up together to practice anything from old school boxing to mixed martial arts. Diego needed it to be a good vigilante and have an outlet for his anger, though he wouldn’t admit that to anybody. As for you, you just loved the blood singing through your veins, sheer power flowing through your muscles.

You were quite the fighter in the gym, paralleled only to Diego, and he too, was aware of your repertoire of deadly moves.

Currently, he was trapped in a Peruvian necktie choke.

“Give it up, Hargreeves. You know you’re not going to last longer,” you said as you tightened the hold.

He remained silent. A smart move, considering he only had a limited air supply.

“Either you tap out or you break the fuck out of it. The clock’s ticking,” you said.

A few seconds passed and you tightened your hold on him, using the strength in your arms.

People were often deceived by your size. Nobody could believe your agility and strength as an MMA fighter until they saw you in action, thanks to your plus sized body. Quite a lot of spectators had trouble comprehending your skill but little did they know that you could knock an opponent out in a minute flat (you were known in the MMA circles for doing that thrice).

You hear a grunt followed by a tap on the mat and you immediately release the man, helping him onto his back.

“Hey, breathe. Long, deep breaths,” you said, burying the concern in your voice.

He simply nodded and you gave him a moment to adjust, rubbing his chest, trying not to feel him up under the thin, sweat- soaked t-shirt.

“Damn, baby. You are vicious,” he said as he sat up.

You smirked and both of you rose up, headed towards the water coolers.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Only if you promise to actually put up a fucking fight,” you said, laughing.

He draped his arm around your shoulders and your heart skipped a beat.

“I do it so that you don’t cry yourself to sleep Y/N,” he said.

He walked you to the door like always and waved goodbye.

You walked the rest of the way home feeling warmth in your heart as you tried to hold on to the memory of his arm touching your bare shoulder a little longer.

Your crush on Diego wasn’t new. You fell for his nocuous moves and dirty, dry sense of humor. And when you caught a glimpse of him changing into a tank top one evening, there was no turning back.

Each night before bed you replayed your practice with him, trying not to combust from the sheer emotion you felt when you thought of his hands on your body. The moments where he pinned you to the mat and you waited several moments before you got out of his hold.

The next day at practice Diego was late. You quickly warmed up and picked up a pair of battle ropes. You bent your knees and got into position, visualizing the motion in your head and replicating it with your hands. You dropped the ropes and began walking over to the bench, to give yourself a minute as well as wait for Diego to show up.

You halted to a stop, surprised to see him leaning against a stationary pole with his arms crossed across his chest.

“Hargreeves, what are you doing? Are you seriously standing here and checking out these girls as they work out?”

The corners of his mouth turned.

“I was watching you.”

A charged moment passed and you got a hold of your sensibilities.

“Yuck, does that line ever work?”

He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“It’s not a line,” Diego whispered and walked towards the mat, ready for your paired practice fights.

A couple hours passed and Diego emerged victorious, courtesy the new fluttering in your heart since his comment.

He helped you pack your gym bag, his caramel arms flexing with each move. You stood there, silent and observing, swooning a little and falling for him a little more.

“Come on, I will walk you home,” Diego kindly offered.

You snapped out of your reverie.

“Diego, really, it’s fine. I can walk two blocks by myself, thank you very much,” your voice a smidge sarcastic.

“Don’t be like that Y/N, I want to walk you home. And I think a bit of fresh air will do me some good,” he said, toeing the floor.

You immediately felt a pang of guilt. You knew he lived in the gym, in the cold basement. His desire for fresh air was understandable and you were hardly going to say no to a walk with him. Despite of what you had said earlier, you agreed and he swung his arm around you and both of you walked out into the street.

Thirty minutes and a quick detour to a smoothie shack later, you arrived at your building.

“Thanks for walking me home, Hargreeves,” you said.

“Thanks for letting me,” he replied with a smile.

He handed you your gym bag, your fingers brushing briefly against each other.

You wished him a good night and turned towards the door. As you took a step towards it you felt a warm hand around your wrist, leaving your hand outstretched between your bodies.

You turned to face him and he stepped closer, his hand dropping to yours.

Your heart was neatly lodged in your throat as you took in the proximity of your bodies.

“Y/N,” he said.

“Diego,” your said, your voice barely a whisper.

“I’d like to take you out, Y/N, on a proper date. Roses, moonlight, the whole deal,” he said.

He registered the alarm on your face before you could comprehend it.

“Or anything else. Whatever you want, babe. We could go to boxing match and cheer or take another walk,” he said in a single breath, words gushing out.

You closed your eyes for a moment and reopened them and stepped back, giving yourself a little space to think.

“Diego, why? Is this your idea of practical joke? Why are you asking me out, because that would actually imply that you like me and why on earth would you like me?” you asked becoming increasingly agitated.

“Why do you think I like you?” he quirked his eyebrow, the scar glistening under the city lights.

He stepped closer taking both of your hands in his.

“You are you. Unapologetically and unabashedly you. Very few people do this anymore. It’s too risky. First of all, it’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all. And you own every single part of that.”

You were stunned, speechless even. All your words had scrambled out onto the street after his declaration.

“And well. You kick my ass at MMA so that’s also incredibly hot,” he said with a chuckle making you laugh with him.

“You’re being awefully quiet. Please, say yes. I promise you won’t regret it.”

You smiled up at him, getting lost in you dark eyes framed by the scars on his face.

You leaned into him, your lips an inch away from his ear.

“Pick me up at 8 on Friday,” you said, placing a chaste kiss on his scruffy cheek, before running off into your building.

You rushed up the flight of stairs and ran into your apartment, looking out the window.

“Don’t you dare be late, Hargreeves. I have stockpile of chokes you haven’t even heard of,” you scream out into the street with a laugh.

“Wouldn’t even dream of it,” he yelled back.

He waved and blew you a kiss and then disappeared into the street.

You relaxed into your couch, replaying the conversation in your head, your stomach populous with butterflies.

You sighed a romance novel sigh.

Friday couldn’t come soon enough.

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awesometheydontknowiamhere · 6 years ago

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Store Bought Hugs

Diego Hargreeves X Plus Sized Female!Reader

Requested: Yes, by the lovely @reblogserpent

“ Idk if your requests are open If you write for Diego Hargreeves could you do a Diego x plus size reader where they are dating and he offers his sweatshirt to her but she doesn’t wanna wear it cause she’s scared you know cause afraid it’ll stretch or afraid it’ll look bad cause he’s so fit but in reality it would fit her fine and she starts to panic trying to like push him away when he’s trying to help idk just some fluff maybe his stutter in it idk. Thank you in advance”

Summary: Diego and his girlfriend go out on a long due date under the night sky when a cold breeze blows their way. Diego offers his sweatshirt like the true gentleman he is but his lady love is adamant and tries her best to not wear it lest it’s too small for her frame. A heartfelt conversation and a words of encouragement follow. Fluffy date night ends in smut with body positivity peppered in.

A/N: I hard for this one and I really hope that you like it. Writing request based fics is new to me but it’s also a healthy exercise for my writing muscles. Looking forward to your feedback.

Body image issues is something I am all too familiar with, so all my lovely girls and boys, we come in all size and shapes because each of us are crafted and not printed from moulds. Stay proud of your mortal shells, but always remember it’s the inside that counts.

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Diego Hargreaves X Plus Size Reader

Word count: 1484

Warning: None, really. Just mentions of insecurity, slight body image issues. Kissing and nothing more. Mentions of smut (very brief)

Taglist: @wh3n-1t-ra1ns-1t-p0urs @imultifandomstuff @w0nder-marie @chloemac86 @theladywholivesonthemoon @hemogobllin @pansexualpaperdragons @gorgeourrific-nerd @purplezebra68 @vividholland @bands-and-shietz @onlydeanandjensen @slither-in-a-half @reblogserpent @missscarlett1802 @lovelyheadrush @mrsdiegohargreeves @mrsdiegohargreeves @katylovescats @vividholland @lilithsweetghost @ynm1505 @siriusjohnpotter @ratfuckb0y @loulouloueh

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You looked around you, soaking up the sight of your stunning boyfriend and the star-studded night sky. You were well-fed, well-loved and incredibly happy in that moment.

"What are you thinking about?"

Diego kissed your knuckles as he waited for your answer.

"Just looking for words to express my gratitude," you said smiling softly at him. He had truly gone above and beyond with the planning an dexecution of your highly anticipated date night. His dark, leathered exterior was in stark contrast to the plaid sheet and the wicker basket which had held an assortment of fruits coated in chocolate, quiche and a decadent chocolate cake.

"Just tell me you're happy and that's all the thanks I could ever want. After not seeing enough of you for nearly month, this is the least I could do. Maybe you could pay me with that body of yours," he said with a wink. You bit your lip and blushed.

"How did you even discover this place?"

"Being a vigilante comes with a few perks. I get to explore every nook and cranny of the city and that's how I stumbled upon this gem," he said motioning his hand towards the trees around you and the cloud-free night sky above you.

"It's breathtaking, but not as breathtaking as you," you said with a smile.

A quick blush crept up his cheecks. "Oh, th-thanks, Y/N. Tha-that's sweet of you," he stammered.

Compliments sometimes caught him off-guard and you loved that yu could see the effect of your words so directly on him.

You leaned into him to kiss him and he met you halfway, burrowing his hands in your hair. Your palms rested against his firm chest as his tongue snaked into your mouth. A cold breeze caressed your skin and you mentally kicked yourself for wearing a flimsy sundress. It had seemed like a wise choice in the evening, the idea of a picnic in the moonlight with your dress flowing softly around your thighs.

"Baby, are you cold?"

Diego rubbed his warm palms over your exposed arms and you basked in his heat before sitting up straight. You shook your head side to side to indicate no. Another wave of cold air hit you and your skin broke out in goosebumps.

Diego raised his eyebrow at that, an all-knowing grin playing at his lips.

"Let me get something for you," he said as he dove into the duffel bag containing all the picnic supplies.

To your utter dismay, he fished out his midnight blue sweatshirt. You controlled your face to not give away your worries, but that was proving harder than you had anticipated. You simply could not ignore your body and how it would either mess up his sweatshirt or worse, not fit at all.

You were larger than most girls depicted in media and you had made peace with it. Your curves defined you, your softness an added charm to your personality. Sadly, on some occasions the cruel voice of societal beauty standards crept into your mind, filling you with doubt and a sliver of shame. It was the same voice which forbade from wearing swimsuits during pool parties in college, that told you to wear dark colours because they have a slimming effect and stopped you from ordering anything that wasn't a salad. It was currently telling you that there was no way in hell you were going to fit into Diego's sweatshirt.

Diego scooted over to you, laying the garment on your lap.

"Umm, thanks but it's okay Diego, I am not cold anymore," you said through imperceptibly gritted teeth.

"Come on babe, you know I am not letting my angel freeze in the cold night air," he said sticking to his guns.

You looked up at the sky and begged the universe to keep you tears-free.

"I am fine, I don't need your sweatshirt," you said trying to be a little rough with him so that he would quit it.

It would have worked, it really would had you not subconcioulsy wrapped your arms around yourself.

"Y/N, angel, I know for a fact that you're cold right now. Why won't you take this?" He sounded genuinely upset and curious, but there was no possible way for you to explain your apprehension without him thinking you were an insecure mess.

You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes.

"I don't think it will fit," you said in a low voice. He was silent and you wondered if he hadn't heard you. You weren't going to repeat yourself, that was for sure.

He lifted you chin up and fixed his eyes on your face.

“Is that what this is about? You’re sitting here, shivering, and freezing your butt off because you think you might not fit into my clothes?”

You winced as you heard him say it out loud, your insecurity laid bare in front of you. You started backing away from him, removing his hand from your face.

“Baby, I am not done here,” he said, firmly planting his knee on the edge of your dress.

“Let it go, Diego. It’s not going to fit, I know my body. It’s not the first time and it’s definitely not the last,” you said, accepting defeat.

He held your hand and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“You’re being silly, angel. I know your body too and I promise it will fit. I am going to turn around and you’re going to put this on. If you want to keep it on or take it of regardless of it fits or not is up to you. Just please, try it,” he said, almost begging.

With that he turned around, facing the trees. You understood his desperate attempt to build your confidence and you just wanted to make him smile.

You glanced at the garment lying beside you. A lifetime passed and you picked it up. Your heart was pounding, fighting for dominance against the voices in your head. You quelled them both and slipped it over your head. You were shocked as it flowed smoothly over your curves not finding resistance anywhere.

It smelled of Diego, a heavenly cocktail of all things manly and intense. It felt warm and soft over your prickled skin, almost like a store-bought hug from him.

“Diego,” you called out to him, a quiver in your voice.

He turned and looked at you, his eyes lighting up with a smile. His hands went up to your neck and pulled out your hair from inside the neckline. He placed a quick kiss on your lips and leaned back to admire you.

“Thank you,” you said, thanking for both, the garment and the borrowed confidence.

“Thank you for trusting me, angel,” he said, toying with a chunk of your hair.

“Can I ask you something? You can tell to piss of if you don’t want to answer.”

You nodded with a smile.

“What happened to you just now? I have never seen you like this. Where did all the doubt come from, angel?”

I don’t know, I just realized I wasn’t as tiny or as petite as most girls, so I thought I didn’t want to ruin or stretch out your clothes,” you said, not quite meeting is eyes.

“Okay, first of all, not everybody is built the same. And where you’re using the term not tiny, I prefer words lush, addictive, inviting and sinfully sensual. Where would I be with your soft cuddles and warm heat to come home to?”

You felt a smile tugging at your lips and you moved with him to lie down on your backs, looking up at the sky.

“Let me hit you with facts now. I easily tower over you and my shoulders are any day broader than yours. Simple math, angle,” he said, tapping you on the nose.

“I am sorry I dampened the mood,” you whispered, a wave of guilt passing over you.

“You couldn’t do that even if you tried. Don’t you know, you’re too adorable for that?” he said turning to face you.

His thumb brushed your cheek as both of looked at each other. You bit your lip and he whispered, “Have I told you how incredible you look in my clothes?”

He rose up on his elbows and kissed your pulse point on the neck. “The things I want to do to you, knowing that you’re wearing my clothes. It’s almost like you’re declaring yourself mine all over again.”

His tongue continued to explore your neck as he hooked your legs at his waist. Your breath hitched and you let out a whimper as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth. His hands went to your full hips, stroking your curve over the soft fabric.

As he bunched up the fabric over your hips, you realized maybe wearing a dress wasn’t such a bad idea.

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