#which means he will just try to fuck you even harder hehehehe

[teddybeartoji]

guuuhhh..,.,. thinking about toji pounding amab reader

toji cooing to him as he gets closer and closer until he bursts! but toji doesn’t stOP AND KEEPS GOING 😦 now reader is overstimulated and making all kinds of pretty noises that toji just can’t get enough of

TOJI AND OVERSTIM YEAH YEAH YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you bet he's jerking you off at the same time btw he fucking loooves doing that he needs to make sure you're properly fucked out of your mind yk he takes this very seriously!!!!!!!!!!!! he'll tease you he'll coo at you he'll tell you to keep crying out his name because he's so close now and you want him to fill you up right?

[jamneuromain]

“Well, buddy, you can’t have this one,” you mutter outside of HQ’s gate, gripping your side and flicking open the phone you stole a few states back.

You’ve been gone for just shy of seventy-three hours.

(I can already imagine how furious Steve is by now...

You sneak right past, knowing he won’t look in his rearview, not with his eye on a prize ten blocks away, and you collapse just inside the garage ramp.(aaaaaaand he IS going to be more furious XD

Steve huffs in frustration, keeping his huge body out of the nurse’s way even when you can feel him try to astral project himself forward to hand you ice chips.(astral project lmao I love these little snippets when they give a hint of Steve's attentive care

If you had time to send me on a wild goose chase//After power-washing your blood off it, everything was on the drive. (is it too bad for me to want this side of Steve more? he talks funny skkjskjsjskjksjksskj

Steve practically sprints out the door with a half-baked excuse, so you go to physical therapy alone. You can go alone. That’s not the problem.(it hurts my heart to see that Steve is avoiding the topic... and being close/intimate with reader :( ((but on the other hand, evading doesn't really suit his style? He's going to break-(which turns into smut obvi XD) with the pent-up anger and frustration eventually hehehehe

He practically can’t have sex anywhere else except naked in a bed.(that sounds really steve skjskjskjksksjskjs

“Taste of his own medicine, I say,” Bucky mutters, sitting beside you on the bleachers between courts.(aww yes! Bucky coming to the rescue!!!! <3

Steve looks at you, looks down at the man, and looks back up at you…pissed. 

“What the fuck are you doing?”(Oopsies? ^u^

Oh shit. You’ve done it now.“Walk it off?! WALK IT OFF?!”(Oh shit indeed... Him saying "we don't trade lives" and meaning exactly this (well, to be fair he also cares a lot more for reader) but indeed... this. He doesn't want people risking their lives going on missions. ...however when it comes to a choice between reader and the world... I wonder what he would choose.

“Feeling paralyzed—“ he dexterously undoes your belt “—exposed—“ your pants and underwear are yanked down to your ankles “—and afraid.” His last word thickens the air on the jet. (wait a second, this - how did this suddenly turns so hot??

Knowing he has a thing against anything naughty in his suits makes it sexier.(ooooohhhhhhooohoooooo this is nothing but naughty in his suits

You’re almost disappointed he only wants you to come three times in payment for his days of torture.(only three? not thirty over a period of time?

That knocks some of the glow off him. He drags a hand down his face. “Oh god, the poor people who have to clean this thing…”(AHHHHHHH omg this has me laughing so hard

Steve looks down at his own lap, horrified. “Do I need to burn this?”(...even harder now

We should talk about how to better soundproof the jets. Brought you some refreshments. It’s hazelnut. ~Bucky(plssssssssss soundproof

I love this one-shot with stubborn-ass Steve and equally as stubborn reader who is a badass (and ofc Bucky being truly helpful lmao). And ended-up in passionate (sorta... angry?) sex <333 It's so wonderful to see them making-up again <333

Your Dog, His Tricks

a Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader tale set a little over a year after losing their virginity together and based on this ask.

Summary: Injured on a mission and MIA for days, you return to a very high-strung boyfriend who can't express what he's feeling until it boils to the surface.

Warnings: arguments and smut. MINORS DNI. WC 5.4k

You don’t know when it started, this sort of competition with your boyfriend, but at some point you and Steve became a packaged deal. Unfortunately, that package was labeled: Steve Rogers and his girl. You feel nameless sometimes, and you know you are better than that; maybe you aren’t super like he is, but you are (and were since before dating) a whole-ass Avenger in your own right. You are a stellar agent. You can bring home the top prize. You can finish this shit-show of a mission all on your own.

No help.

None.

You noticed a problem after months and months of fighting with Steve—no, that sounds wrong—beside Steve. 

Okay, maybe it’s not wrong-wrong to say fighting with him because you two do have the occasional argument. Just one argument, really. One argument over and over again about you fighting beside him, why it’s fine, why he should let it go. You are as safe fighting beside him now as you were before the two of you became this set, this lop-sided partnership. He still wants to protect you from shit you are trained to protect yourself from, shit you survived just find without him, shit like the last three days.

He’s stubborn, and so are you.

You’ve had trouble getting him to back off. The Team is a team, and Steve does great, delegating all sorts of jobs when you are one among many. As soon as it’s you and him alone? He’s…overly helpful, over-protective, and generally over the top fussy. He is adoring and caring and competent. Apparently, those things make him feel capable of doing everything for you. It’s sweet until it’s not. Every time you start a project—laundry, cooking, organizing shelves, or leading an actual mission—Steve waltzes in and has to finish it for you.

Because he loves you. Because he’s trying to help. Because he can.

It makes you feel as if you can’t, or, at least, as if he thinks you can’t.

“Well, buddy, you can’t have this one,” you mutter outside of HQ’s gate, gripping your side and flicking open the phone you stole a few states back.

You’ve been gone for just shy of seventy-three hours.

At first, you truly had no way to contact the Team. You were on your own a thousand miles from home, fried comms and a spent weapon. You missed the rendezvous at the safehouse because it took twenty or so hours to find a vet office with the supplies to patch yourself up, and by the time you could have reached out, that ear worm wouldn’t leave you alone.

He’ll swoop in.

He’ll save you.

You’re his girl, so you need him. You can’t handle this without him. No one will believe you did once he gets anywhere near you.

Call it adrenaline. Call it blood loss. Call it shock. You can’t give up this glory, so you told yourself you needed radio silence to keep the recovered intel secure until back on Avengers campus. You told yourself the risk of interception was too high to chance a phone call.

Now, fifty feet from the infirmary, you need to get past one more obstacle.

You know Steve would jump from a third-story window to get to you, know he would scoop you right up into his arms and carry you over the threshold, know that would mean Steve wins.

No. Not this time. This is yours. You deserve the credit. You are crossing that finish line solo.

You jab the last of the epi-pens into your good leg, letting yet more adrenaline heave through what little of your blood volume is left and call the HQ secure line from the burner.

“Friday,” you start, standing at the bus stop, a blindspot from the Avengers’ surveillance cameras because the city already monitors it, “authorization Gamma-Lima-Four-Whisky. Do not declare connection. I repeat, do not declare this connection.”

The AI welcomes you back onto the grid politely.

“Thank you.” A bubble of pain bursts in your throat. “Give them a different location for this call, ok? Tell them it’s from the nearest functional payphone.”

Friday does as you say because why wouldn’t she? It’s not as if Steve is going to pause to question where the ping is—

—and he’s already out, on the bike, pushing that engine to its acceleration limit and narrowly escaping a shoulder check from the slowly opening gates.

You sneak right past, knowing he won’t look in his rearview, not with his eye on a prize ten blocks away, and you collapse just inside the garage ramp.

You wake prone in the Regeneration Cradle after surgery to a kind, smiling nurse monitoring your progress.

It’s difficult to focus. After a few blinks, you can see her features clearly, then beyond her are just eyes.

His eyes.

Piercing blue doesn’t begin to describe the intensity of Steve’s gaze, and his silence is deafening.

Each quarter-minute he inventories the room, and he exhales. That is the sum total of what he can manage to do right now. He’s attempting to keep it together until you two are alone obviously. Steve fails at very few things in life; this is one of them. You can see the outline of his teeth through his tight cheek.

“Doc wanted me to tell you you did a great job,” the nurse states softly. “If you hadn’t packed those wounds so tight, you’d have died for sure.”

Your mouth is too dry to respond, so you flash a wry smile. No one gets the Cradle without…extensive injuries. You’ve never had the ‘pleasure,’ not even for your through-and-through last year.

Steve huffs in frustration, keeping his huge body out of the nurse’s way even when you can feel him try to astral project himself forward to hand you ice chips. Instead, you swallow cotton.

“Captain Rogers,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimes from above, “your motorcycle has been cited for running five red lights with a further two dozen traffic violations. Shall I claim Official Avengers’ business?”

You croak ‘no.’ He says ‘yes.’

There’s a pause. “I will ask again later.”

Who says AIs can’t throw some serious shade?

Silence descends again as the spindling print needle moves on to a different wound. You’re lucid but wobbly trying to think, a combination of the waning anesthesia and pain meds.

If frowns could kill, your boyfriend’s would devastate the entire med bay.

This is what you hoped beyond hope to avoid, but it’s also why your endgame involved going solo.

“You’re making my point for me,” you sigh, your chest hurting more after surgery than it has in the past twenty-four hours. Clearly, your nerves are back online.

“And what point was that?“ he asks sarcastically, waiting in your own stubborn silence. “You gave me a heart attack.”

“Really?” You’re playfully shocked.

“No, not really! God.” He rushes closer. “What the hell were you thinking? If you had time to send me on a wild goose chase, you could damn well have called to tell me you were alive!”

The cradle’s lights shut off, job complete.

“Language, Steve.” 

He looks incredulous, engrossingly livid, anxious outrage contained by his one frayed thread of control left. 

“We found the intel,” he grits through a clenched jaw. “After power-washing your blood off it, everything was on the drive.”

You can’t sit up on your elbows yet, so you bite back, “good. It all worked out fine then.”

Wafting off him in thick clouds, Steve’s anger is near-flammable in the small room.

The nurse offers to step out for a second.

You say ‘yes.’ Steve barks ‘no.’

This isn’t the nurse’s first rodeo. “Alright, surgery went well. All debris and fragments removed. Your tissue is all intact now, too, but remember, this treatment doesn’t train new muscle fiber or nerve-endings.” She ignores Steve and pushes past to the other end of the table. “Rest up. Tomorrow, you can report to PT. They’ll work with you until you’re field-approved again.”

“She is not—“

“Both of you are ordered to rest,” the nurse snaps, nodding in Steve’s direction “—and make yourself useful by changing her drip when it runs out. If you can’t manage that, Captain, I will find a separate apartment or keep her here overnight.”

“No,” Steve breathes, visibly deflating. Like a scolded puppy, your boyfriend tucks his chin down, rings of grey settling beneath his dark sea eyes. It’s plain as day he hasn’t slept either.

The nurse calls for a wheelchair, and Steve dutifully helps you scoot off the table when it arrives. While he positions the IV to move in tandem, you attempt to push yourself by the huge rubber wheels and fail. Doc was not kidding about muscle weakness.

Steve says nothing.

You’re rolled back to your shared room by the grumpiest Captain America. 

He helps you dress in baggy, comfy clothes and silently reattaches the line of your drip. Not one touch is in a sexual, sensual, or even intimate way even though you are naked at some point.

You can’t remember what you expected; you’ve been so focused on completing the mission for so long. Did you want a desperate homecoming? Did you want him to grovel or worship at your feet? You think, at some point, you knew he’d push back, but you thought…maybe…he’d want you more.

Steve seems to turn his interest on and off so easily, which is great professionally but hard to read personally…or maybe you’re just struggling under the distracting hum of medication. It’s a white noise you can’t ignore, lulling you unconscious, so you can’t analyze the situation anymore. Maybe, you think, you try…but the thoughts don’t come.

He situates you on his side of the bed—to accommodate the cord and stand—and tucks himself quietly into the smallest corner of mattress that his bulk can fit on.

He falls asleep holding your hand. It’s the only place you two are connected. After nearly eighty-five hours apart, that’s still worth it. Maybe.

At some point, his hand goes limp and falls away.

Finally clear of mind, you keep watching Steve the next day. He doesn’t necessarily seem angry, and he doesn’t necessarily seem relieved either. He’s so robotic in his interactions. He won’t talk to you just at you. 

You understand why he was so standoffish last night, but you thought Steve would surely want you after that. You thought he’d start touching you again. 

You two waited so long for your first time, but after that, sex was relatively easy. Steve is an affectionate man when he’s allowed, when he’s in love, and you know he loves you.

Like the nurse said: all your tissue is fully healed. The only restrictions you have are in regards to field work, and the phantom jolts of pain—when you reach into a cabinet or take down a hanger—aren’t real. 

Steve’s always an arm’s length away, just in case, meaning he is there to help you.

Always an arm’s length away.

No closer. No farther.

That afternoon you attempt to start talking about your mission, but that’s when he moves.

Steve practically sprints out the door with a half-baked excuse, so you go to physical therapy alone. You can go alone. That’s not the problem.

If you thought talking to Steve was difficult, you weren’t ready for how hard touching Steve would be.

You try to initiate even a cuddle that second night, and he jumps up claiming to have forgotten something somewhere else that he promised someone. Your boyfriend can’t lie worth beans. You don’t know why he tries.

You’re asleep before he returns.

The next night is exactly the opposite. You spend longer at the gym, slowly and painstakingly repeating every single exercise you know in order to streamline these new muscles. It’s an unholy pain in the ass, but you do it because you can—and will—get back in the field.

Even though the workout was mild, you’re awash with that runner’s high when you return to find Steve passed out already. He looks so peaceful, brow relaxed and lips gently parted. He also looks, well, good enough to eat, but you’ll start slow.

There was one time early on, before you two went all the way, that you woke him up by grinding on him in your sleep. You think now, perhaps, you can recreate that, catch him off-guard and dissipate some of this tension between you. This would be a good release. You don’t normally go this long. Obviously, Steve wouldn’t have masturbated while you were MIA and possibly dead, and every other second since has been accounted for.

He practically can’t have sex anywhere else except naked in a bed. He’s even told you, point blank, that he feels no need to touch himself since he has you. You are what he wants. That’s what he said.

Except he doesn’t wake up to your advances. He just rolls over like you’re disturbing him and softly snores.

For the first time, you wonder if you’ve really broken the two of you. How long will he be mad at you for doing your job? 

Steve rolls back over in his sleep, holding you close like nothing’s happened. He doesn’t even know he’s doing it, but it’s enough and so, so wonderful to imagine all is well.

About a week into your ‘recovery’ (which is sorta bullshit since you can do everything the same by now just with an occasional, faint twinge, no more than the strain of every workout, ever), Steve takes Sam Wilson up on his offer of 1-on-1 basketball for a while. The Team—minus you—has a raid planned in the morning, and there’s always nervous energy to burn off in anticipation.

Your boyfriend has been a nightmare grump, but no one wants to take on the hassle of convincing Steve that he’s being too Steve to Steve properly. He still won’t talk to you about anything other than the weather, food, or daily schedules.

You’re even considering taking a break from field work because this all has become too much. If Steve is gonna shut down after every dangerous mission—which is, in fact, all of them—then maybe it’s not worth the risk. You’re good, you’re great, but you aren’t super.

“Taste of his own medicine, I say,” Bucky mutters, sitting beside you on the bleachers between courts.

“Huh?” You were distracted, watching the Steve and Sam squeak across the floor.

Steve sinks a perfect layup and doesn’t gloat. Do-gooder.

“He used to get so mad when I’d find him in an alley all beaten up,” Buck continues. “Thought I was being too protective. I trusted him, but he was puny and he did get sick all the time. He could take a punch, sure, but every mark took weeks to heal. Half the time, they were still yellow when some idiot landed fresh ones.”

Steve claps beneath the net, encouraging Sam, focused on not outshining anyone.

He’s been the same with everyone else but you, and the whole Team can see it. You shouldn’t be surprised some is finally talking about it; you simply wonder how Buck drew the short straw.

“Didn’t wanna be babied,” Bucky snorts, fondly glowering at his century-long bestie, “while low and behold, he pulls that stunt with everybody, every day.” 

“Yup,” you pop, looking at the matte metal beneath your feet, knowing there’s a line between the ‘caring’ version and the ‘coddling’ version. Steve nose-dived right over that line this time.

“What he appreciated, though, was consistency.” Bucky swivels his hair around into a bun and ties it. “Punk is dedicated, and even if it was just him, the hund’ed pound soaking-wet guy whose only real talent at that point was getting back on his feet, he knew he’d fight anyway.

“Bit hypocritical to be mad at his girl for doing the same, don’t ya think?” Bucky muses, clucking his tongue.

The brunette watches you bristle slightly at the moniker. His girl. Not only is it what got you into this mess, it feels untrue based on that big, broad, cold shoulder you’ve received from the man racing back and forth in front of you.

Smiling, Bucky nudges you with his elbow. “I’m excited for you to get back on your feet,” he adds.

You’re stuck thinking about that long after Bucky jumps into the game.

It’s no surprise then that when the doctor gives you the all-clear the very next morning, you’re over the moon and ready to strike. You don’t hesitate for a second when the alarm sounds less than an hour later.

The Team needs reinforcements. Your Team needs you.

You hustle into the back of a quinjet with a dozen agents. While the others file out to where the main conflict is raging, you sneak around the perimeter to suss out the mission goal, a treasure trove of enemy tech hidden somewhere in what was thought to be an abandoned village.

Not so abandoned if it’s lighting up like the pyrotechnics show on an action film set. The explosions rattle the ground, yet you know the Team have breached the main chamber. Those still fighting are distracting from a retreat. The other agents can catch them just fine. Your mission is intel recovery.

 To keep your approach stealthy, you don’t announce your movements over comms, and Nat doesn’t scan back down the dark hallway you wedge into as she carries out an asset. If you weren’t so far back, you never would have seen him.

An enemy agent slinks out from behind a floor-to-ceiling tapestry right in front of you. His silhouette is short and thin; he’s built for stealth, too.

Your heart thumps loud in your ears as you follow, and that bastard gets close—so close—to Steve’s turned back that the pistol’s muzzle nearly touches.

Not this time. Not a chance. None.

You land a roundhouse kick to the exposed neck above his kevlar, and that sucker goes down like a sack of potatoes.

Steve turns around at the ready, stunned silent in the middle of his instructions to Bucky who is not visible from the other side heaped boxes. The papers still smoke where the enemy attempted to burn evidence and run.

You salute at big, blue eyes. 

“On your six, Cap.” 

Steve looks at you, looks down at the man, and looks back up at you…pissed. 

“What the fuck are you doing?”

What the fuck indeed…

All you did was help your team. All you did was stop Captain America from getting his head blown off. In no small fashion, all you did was save your boyfriend’s life.

“Uh, you’re welcome.”

His grip on your arm is painful as he leads you all the way back to the jet himself, shoving you into the jump seat between other returned agents and shouting for you to stay right there.

Bucky announces over comms that the rest is clean up and all but the specialized document interpretation and perimeter teams are moving out. 

Steve huffs, contemplates staying on a battlefield instead of going back with you, but decides to sit across the ship in silence again, fuming, making fists over and over in his fingerless leather gloves, bitterly sniffing as loud as possible the entire flight home. He refuses to answer a single person until the jet touches down at HQ. 

“Everyone off,” he bellows, “everyone except you.” 

You can’t stop it. Your hands fly up in exaggerated annoyance automatically.

“What do you want, Steve? I got the go-ahead this morning. I’m allowed to be here.”

“Stop doing that.” He rounds on you.

“Doing what? My job?!”

Chest puffed out, feathers ruffled, cheeks hot and red, Steve peels off his cowl. “Being insubordinate.”

“You’re not my superior officer,” you hiss, “we are equals, and if you think for one second I did anything wrong out there, go ahead and report me. From where I’m standing, I did the work, got cleared for duty, helped out the team, and stopped you from being shot.”

You poke a finger to his chest for each achievement listed.

“Fine," Steve shouts, crossing his arms, "but quit acting like a selfish coward.”

Them be fightin’ words. “A what?”

“You heard me,” he all but whispers.

It’s laughable, truly laughable how bad Steve is at hiding some of those wheels from turning in his head. This isn’t about today. This is the thing he buried the past week.

You roll your eyes. “If you’re gonna throw a hissy fit every time I get a scratch���“

“THREE BULLETS IS NOT A SCRATCH.” He tries—he visibly, painfully tries—to keep his cool one last time. “You weren’t ready,” he concludes, judge, jury, and executioner all poured into one star-spangled package.

“Say’s who?” You’re stepping closer, getting in his face because this is bullshit and unfair. “Last time I checked you’re not a doctor, and you should be thanking me for saving your ass—“

“It’s not your job to save me.”

“We have the same job, Steve! We are both perfectly capable of—“

“I know that,” he barks, hot breath mingling with yours.

“Do you? Because you don’t seem to think I can’t handle myself.” You push weakly at his chest, taunting, like it's a game. “Maybe you need to walk it off, buddy.”

His face cracks, an avalanche unmoored from a stable mountain.

Oh shit. You’ve done it now.

“Walk it off?! WALK IT OFF?!”

Steve charges like a bull seeing red, crowding you against the far wall, his own derisive finger pointed at your heart.

“You were injured. You didn’t make contact. You went dark for days, and you could have died. Alone. In the middle of nowhere. Who knows how long it would have taken us to find you. No—“ he cups your chin in a tight pinch “—you want to talk about the job? It’s protocol to check in. It’s common courtesy to let me know you’re alive, and it’s goddamn rude to ignore your own safety.”

A dark, hazy sheen layers over his sharp gaze. “Don’t make me keep you home.”

There’s a deep line of frustration carved between his brows. His nostrils flair as he waits, daring you to refute him.

“Well—” you purse your lips in defiance “—isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black.”

Steve lets go of you, smacked away by your cutting tone.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, whatever, Rogers,” you dismiss. “We both know you don’t have the authority to bench me.”

“Like hell I don’t,” he growls, grabbing your wrists and throwing your arms above your head, He weaves your hands through the cargo net behind you. The loops are tight and complicated in seconds, he’s so fast.

You can’t wriggle away.

“Let’s see how you like it.”

Steve roughly throws the zipper of your uniform down, letting the jacket hang open to show nothing but your sports bra.

“Feeling paralyzed—“ he dexterously undoes your belt “—exposed—“ your pants and underwear are yanked down to your ankles “—and afraid.” His last word thickens the air on the jet. 

How can this man launch you into unbridled lust in the space of two syllables?

Who. Fucking. Cares. How.

Steve’s fingertips teasingly glide over the swell of your breasts, brush down your belly, and tick their way in a casual walk between your legs. He retracts his touch the instant you let out a longing sigh, unable to restrain how needy you are. His fingers wander to perfectly clean and unmarked flesh…on your thigh, along one side, and a few inches below that. He’s tracing the bullet wounds he watched heal so quickly.

“Maybe I should leave you wondering how it’ll all play out?” he says absently, lost in thought, his thumb shifting to notch into the dip of your hip. “Maybe I should leave you wondering if we’ll ever—”

“Yes,” you whimper, no real idea what you’re saying. That’s not what answer you meant.

“How would you like three whole days of this feeling, huh? You think you’d fare any better than I did? Think you’d make it even five minutes?”

“Uh-uh.” Again, with no clue what you’re truly responding to, you buck your hips forward onto his long fingers find your core.

The cords get tighter while you struggle to set a pace. Behind you, the metal rings of the netting hit the hull with a soft clinking noise. 

“Not so fast.” Steve pulls his hand away just far enough to remove all friction. “Because three days, sweetheart, it was torture. Felt like an eternity right on the edge.”

“Please,” you beg.

One deliberate swipe of his fingers through your slick is enough to make you mewl.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Steve, please, I need you.”

“Need me? You have an odd way of showing it, doll. You have to promise me—“ he thrusts his fingers forward “—promise me you’ll never leave me.”

“I’ll never leave you,” you cry, convinced that it’s true for the sole reason: you never want to experience anything other than this Steve for as long as you live.

“You are so brave, and so…capable, and I know you can do anything, but you…can’t survive anything.” He takes excruciating pleasure in slow thrusts and teasing circles. “Promise me you won’t be so reckless. Promise, say it.”

“I promise.” Your weight sags into his ministrations, called to focus on nothing but where his hand disappears between you. “I promise I won’t be reckless.”

“That’s my girl.”

Your head falls limp against your tied arms. It sounds so good from his lips. Why did you ever doubt?

“I promise I’ll come back to you,” you manage out like a prayer.

“Yeah? That’s it. Is that what you want?”

“I promise. I promise, Steve.” You time your movements sloppily with his measured tempo. “Please, I need more.”

“I know. I know.” He’s strung out, too, listening to your pathetic whimpers after less than five minutes, exactly like he predicted.

You’re so over-wrought with desperation you can’t coordinate with his manhandling your legs apart—your knees, really, since your ankles are still caught in your pants. Instead of taking off your boots, Steve simply unzips himself and dives right into your wet, warm, and welcoming pussy.

Knowing he has a thing against anything naughty in his suits makes it sexier. You want his intensity—you’ve always been curious—and finally you have it: unhinged, untethered, super Steve Rogers. Your body makes room out of sheer joy.

“I know,” Steve coos, his face pressed to your chest as he adjusts. “Fuck, I know, honey.”

“Move, Steve.”

“No,” he says with a gentle kiss to your sternum. “You wanna come? Go ahead. You can do it all on your own. You can do anything you want, can’t ya?”

You groan in frustration.

You wanted this, an annoying voice in the muddled depths of your mind calls. You’re independent.

With a sob of both excitement and fury, your thighs weld onto that sturdy, I-beam beast. You brace your bent arms over your angled and hovering body, leveraging the cargo straps to hoist you up and down.

Your muscles burn, strained more than even your lone journey back to HQ.

Steve grunts and moans, the ghost of his wide spread palms beneath your back as a safety net.

“That’s it. That’s it, good girl.” 

Amidst your own noises, you can barely hear him. You’re not building to a climax, you’re falling into one at terminal velocity, flailing. Struggling to hang on and let go all at once, you do come, but it’s more of a plateau than a full release.

Steve’s unhappy and takes your ass in a bruising grip, finally pumping his thick length in and out, dragging the head of his cock across that perfect spot over and over.

“You can do better than that,” he snarls, hair wrecked and falling in his face.

Wave, undertow, and wave again, pleasures simply blend into the next. He gets handsy, keyed up and out of control, muttering “don’t you ever fucking leave me.”

You’d scold him for cursing if the air weren’t being punched from your lungs.

“Come on, sweetheart. Three for three.”

You’re almost disappointed he only wants you to come three times in payment for his days of torture. Even as tear escapes the corner of your eye and your throat breaks in a hoarse “please,” you know you would give him more, give him anything.

When you finally reach that shattering end, Steve is almost incoherently feral, one hand clamped at the back of your neck, the other anchored to the small of your back, slamming your ass to his leather-covered thighs like you are his mission.

“I promise,” you try to repeat, but you aren’t sure they sound like words.

Whether in response to you or as an errant thought, Steve’s own broken voice rattles at your sweaty neck. “You can take it,” he whispers gruffly. “You can take it.”

You’re floating by the time he comes, his hips stilling slowly. The buzz of your body now outdoes anything anesthesia or meds concocted.

Steve peppers your skin with slow, light kisses until you remind him of your bound wrists, but then he’s overly apologetic and scrambling to free you.

He keeps himself inside you and maneuvers to sit with you on his lap.

You stay there for a while, your numb and sore arms folded between your chests. Steve only stops petting your shoulders to cradle your face, soft blue eyes roaming, adoring. He whispers concern that you’re okay, how are your legs, are you warm enough, you feeling good?

Yes, you think, you’ve taken care of your girl.

“I love seeing you like this,” he mumbles long after the pins and needles have abandoned their assault on your tired legs.

You tuck some silky hair behind his ear. “Like what? Fucked out?”

He’s floating too because he doesn’t chastise.

“Happy, healthy—“ he lets out a deep sigh “—home.”

“Speaking of home,” you say, inching every so slightly higher to let him slide out of you, “wanna cuddle in bed all night and not get up until someone tries to break in the door?”

That knocks some of the glow off him. He drags a hand down his face. “Oh god, the poor people who have to clean this thing…”

“Let’s be honest,” you snort. “This isn’t the worst thing that’s been on you, but if it’s that big of a deal, we could go hose you down before handing our equipment in.”

He smiles, shaking his head in dismissal.

With his help, you climb off his lap and slowly shimmy up your bottoms, realizing he did truly make a mess of you both.

Steve looks down at his own lap, horrified. “Do I need to burn this?”

“That sounds like a challenge to make you filthier,” you consider, but maybe you should change into your civies before exiting the jet…

“Ya know,” Steve muses, passing over to the small locker of clothing overhead and fishing out t-shirt and sweats, “I almost got shot in the head today, and you had three bullets fished outta you a week ago. I’m thinking we’ve earned a vacation.”

Workaholic Steve? Actively applying for time off? You’ll be damned.

“My my my, Captain Rogers…the real dirty talk begins.”

He huffs out a laugh and blushes.

“Well, I know we didn’t do anything more special than dinner for our anniversary, so…” He pulls you to his chest again, smelling of slightly musty laundry and pungent sex.“Let’s go on a fucking vacation.”

Your neck cranes to his height to see a soft smile. Oof, he’s good.

 “I missed you,” he adds like a prayer, “and you’re the badass who saved me.”

He giggles at your scrunched nose and watches you bask in that glory.

“Like I said, you’re welcome—“ you hug Steve, letting his warmth radiate through you, moving in time with his rising and falling chest “—and I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He kisses the crown of your head.

When you open the bombay doors, there’s thermos left at the base of the ramp, a folded paper tucked beneath it. 

We should talk about how to better soundproof the jets. Brought you some refreshments. It’s hazelnut. ~Bucky

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A/N: I sincerely give up on editing this anymore, so I hope it turned out okay 🙇🏻‍♀️

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Captive Together - Mer! Jotaro x Mer! Reader P4 (End)

My, what a journey this has been. I cannot understate how blown away I am to see all the love this series has gotten. So, thank you all. Truly. This may be the end of this oneshot (fucking long one) but it is not the end of Mer! Joot cause I can never have enough fish man and will continue to write, hehehehe. Now, without further ado, enjoy fish fuckery for the last time :3

Part 1  |  Part 2  |  Part 3  |  Part 4

Word Count: 16705

While you thought nothing would be able to wake you from your exhausted sleep, a single click was all it took.

Both you and Jotaro shot awake at the same time, your eyes snapping open simultaneously and you crossed eyes for a second, a little confused, as the suddenness of being abruptly awoken from a deep sleep caused your mind to be hazy. 

Said haziness was quickly driven out however, when a young voice hissed, warning something to ‘back off!’

Jotaro’s eyes opened in shock as he immediately recognised it, meanwhile you felt your heart drop, realising that, no, the humans had not been lying.

Bolting into action, you both raced the twenty meters to the surface, Jotaro shooting out and grabbing onto the edge of the tank, pulling himself up as he looked into the room, only for his eyes to immediately land on two familiar forms stuck in the arms of humans.

“Josuke!! Okuyasu!” He shouted and both pups snapped their heads to the familiar voice, Josuke’s large puppy eyes tearing up a little as he saw the familiar face of - who he saw as - his big brother. 

“Jotaro!” They cried out almost in sync, squirming even harder in the arms of the scientists now, trying to get towards the larger merman. 

The scientists cursed to themselves, trying to keep a firm hold on the pups as their size, paired with the slipperiness (despite being wrapped up in towels) caused them to nearly drop them.

Jotaro’s chest rose up and down and you looked at him in surprise before it turned to horror, realising that the exact same pups you were trying to project that got you here, were from Jotaro’s pod, and had now been captured and brought to this godforsaken place.

Your mind raced and, with a quick plan that you maybe should think out more, you leaned onto the glass same way as Jotaro was, getting the attention of the pups.

“Okuyasu, Josuke! Pretend to be really sleepy!”

Their attention turned to you, recognising you a second later as their eyes widened. “Lady!” Okuyasu was the one to pipe up now but there was no time.

“Yes, it’s me, just play as if you’re really tired! Do it now!” 

The urgency in your voice made them obey and Josuke started acting really sluggish while Okuyasu just outright pretended to be asleep.

It was not the best but it would have to do. “Science human!” You switched to English, getting the attention of the two guys who were holding the pups as well as the two people overseeing the transfer of them into the small tank on the other side of the room.

Jotaro looked sideways at you, wondering what you were up to, and saw you make a subtle motion, tapping the side of your tail in a slow rhythm. Understanding, Jotaro started making low click noises. They echoed through the room in a steady beat, Jotaro releasing one every other second.

“How long they have no pod?” You called out frantically, playing up your panic and bad English.

“What do you mean?” The head scientists asked you, narrowing his eyes a bit.

“Pups die with no pod! How long?”

“Why is he making those noises?” He pointed to Jotaro, making the merman growl a bit which caused the man to quickly retract his finger.

“To let pups know we’re here. Too long with no adults make them sick and die.”

This caused the scientists to give pause, the one holding Okuyasu having been trying to get him to wake up and move, shaking him a bit, but - to his credit - Okuyasu was doing very well at pretending to be knocked out cold.

“Are they yours?”

“That does not matter!” You called out, undignified. And in this case you meant it. How can humans even be so simple minded that when they see a young in need that it would have to matter who’s it is before you help them. “Please.” You pleaded and the head scientists looked between you and Jotaro, to the two young Mer.

It was a little weird that the two who had been struggling and squirming the entire way up were all of a sudden so slow. But the threat of losing the two - what did you call them? Pups? - was something he couldn’t risk, one of them already seemingly passed out if not dead.

“Alright, get them into the big tank.” The head scientist ordered and the others nodded, starting to carry them over.

Both you and Jotaro backed away from the glass, knowing it would calm the humans more if you weren’t close; especially Jotaro, who had only ever displayed aggressiveness towards them.

Jotaro dove under and watched from there while you stayed on the surface, watching with big and worried eyes.

They first lowered Okuyasu down, seeing as he seemed to be in the worst condition. The one carrying him leaned over the edge of the tank, warily looking at the form of Jotaro who was a few meters below the surface, watching, but the merman stayed put, giving the scientist some reassurance.

Holding out your arms, the man placed Okuyasu down, half in your arms, half in the water, pulling away the towel when he figured the pup was lowered enough into the water.

“Play dead for a little bit longer.” You quietly whispered to Okuyasu, just looking like you were letting him know you were there to the humans. Okuyasu however, took that as a sign to ‘play dead’ instead of pretending to sleep like he had been, his tongue now lolling out of his mouth as he splayed his arms out and let them drift in the water.

“Miss.” Josuke whimpered from above, still stuck in the arms of the scientist.

“It’s okay, they’re gonna lower you now, okay?” You tried to reassure him, sending him a small smile. “Jotaro is waiting just below.”

Josuke nodded, truly scared now that he didn’t even have his friend with him anymore. His little arms were outstretched as if he were waiting for you to pick him up.

Your eyes trailed up from him and you locked eyes with the head scientist. Something in you told you that he was doubting everything that was happening and you decided that enough was enough. 

“Okuyasu, swim down. Now!” It was like he got shocked awake in your arms, immediately flailing his tail and rushing deeper into the water. 

Simultaneously, you launched yourself up. 

Because the scientists were so close to the tank, you had a perfect angle to grab onto Josuke. 

He immediately wrapped his arms around your neck while you tightly hugged him to your chest, allowing gravity to pull you back down and rip Josuke out of the scientists arms. 

The towel he was wrapped in got pulled along and two of the others tried to jump forward and grab Josuke back almost on instinct but they didn’t get a chance to as Jotaro breached, throwing up a massive amount of water as he did, one claw swiping at their outstretched arms trying to grab you and Josuke while the other tightly grab hold of you, pushing you down into the deep with him.

You both quickly swam down to the bottom, Jotaro having picked up Okuyasu along the way since he was still making his way down, and you both slid down onto the floor, puffing up a tiny sand cloud.

Josuke peeled himself off of you, his eyes even glassier than normal before he turned around to face Jotaro, zipping out of your arms and slamming into the large Mer, Okuyasu copying his friend on Jotaro’s other side, both pups now cuddled into his chest.

“We knew you weren’t dead!” He shouted out while Jotaro just sat with his arms splayed out a little, looking uncomfortable as he looked down at the tiny creatures compared to him latched onto his chest.

You stifled a giggle and scooted closer, taking hold of Jotaro’s hands, making him look questionably at you before you pushed them in such a way until he had his hands placed on their backs, sort of yet sort of not hugging them back.

Jotaro glared at you as they snuggled further into him but you just laughed softly, earning the attention of both the pups. 

Okuyasu was the first to break free from Jotaro and swam over to you, happily latching onto you as if he had known you all his life.

“Oh!” You exclaimed a little in surprise, not having expected that, but you wrapped your arms around him all the same. Josuke let go of Jotaro as well and swam the half a meter over to you, a bit more reserved as he stopped in front of you. “You both did really well, pretending to be sleepy and playing dead!” You encouraged and the both of them started beaming, Okuyasu pushing himself up with his arms and grinning widely.

“We totally fooled those humans, right?” He asked and you laughed.

“Totally.”

“Thank you...?” Josuke spoke while Jotaro got closer, loosely wrapping the end half of his tail around your sitting form and placing a hand on Josuke’s back.

You realised that Josuke didn’t even know your name. “I didn’t even get to give you my name last time we met, did I?” You asked and the both of them shook their heads no. “I think proper introductions are in order then!” You gently pushed Okuyasu away from you a bit before putting your hands on your hips. “Hi, I’m Y/N.” You smiled. 

“I’m Okuyasu!” Said boy shouted loudly, the enthusiasm in his gritty voice giving him such a charm that you couldn’t help but smile wide. You bowed your head a bit in a formal greeting as if you were meeting a high standing Mer before turning to Josuke, who had simply been watching but now jolted a little since he realised he had to introduce himself as well.

He was quick to puff out his chest though, giving a confident grin. “Hi! I’m Josuke, Jotaro’s uncle!” He seemed to be really proud of it while Jotaro sighed loudly behind him, rolling his eyes. 

It was already quite clear to you that Josuke loved flaunting that fact, as if his ‘higher’ family tree status over the older Mer made him automatically just a strong if not stronger. Yet still you couldn’t help but ask. “Uncle?”

“Grandfather dalliance.” Jotaro simply explained and you ‘ooh’ed.

“Da-watte?” Josuke asked but Jotaro grunted out a ‘Don’t worry about it.’

“How did you two get here?” The merman was quick to get to the point as the two young Mer drifted down to sit on the sand just as you and Jotaro were, your tail and Jotaro’s now forming a circle around yourselves, with Josuke leaning against his and Okuyasu leaning against yours.

“We were trying to find you...” Josuke picked at his hands as he muttered that, both their heads bowed down in shame already.

“Gimme a break...” Jotaro sighed. “Why would you do that?”

“Because everyone said to leave it but we knew you couldn’t be dead!”

“When they say ‘leave it’ it means it’s too dangerous to continue. It didn’t mean they thought I was dead.” Jotaro explained yet you were surprised by the gentleness of it. He clearly had experience dealing with pups even if he might not like it. “What happened after?”

“Well... we-“

“We went to where Y/N was taken away!” Okuyasu interrupted with a shout but quickly slapped his hands over his mouth. 

“Why?” You spoke up for the first time and the both of them looked up at you guiltily.

“We thought the boat that took you maybe took Jotaro as well.” He pouted and you huffed good naturedly. “Wait!” Josuke suddenly shot up, startling you a bit.

Without warning he pushed you down by your shoulders, with you not expecting it making it easy for him to do so.

“Ack-!” You let out a surprised noise as you folded backwards over Jotaro’s tail - which he didn’t bother removing - your arms falling gently down into the sand behind you.

“What.” You blinked a few times, until you felt small hands pushing on your stomach, making you lift your head to see what the heck Josuke was doing.

Said pup was hovering sideways, looking intently at your left side with a surprised yet happy look. “You healed!” He happily chirped and you let out a confused laugh.

“Yeah?” 

“Ohhhh, you’re right.” Okuyasu piped up, having drifted over as well, now poking at the scar that marred your stomach and side.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Jotaro shoo’ed them both away, getting their hands off your stomach before he lifted you back into a sitting position with his tail. 

“What’s that?” Josuke suddenly asked as he grabbed Jotaro’s wrist, inspecting the shackle that sat on his wrist. The pup experimentally poked at the metal, Okuyasu just looking at it in slight wary awe.

“Something not nice.” Jotaro simply shooed the pup off his arm. “Go play, we need to talk.” He waved the two away but they only swam a little bit before stopping and turning.

“Where?”

“There’s a ruin there. Don’t get crushed.” Jotaro pointed to the destroyed skull in the corner ten meters ahead of him, not seeming to care it might be dangerous.

Josuke and Okuyasu perked up and Josuke dragged his friend along, happily chittering the entire way.

“Soo...” 

“They were the pups you were trying to protect? Really? We got caught for the same thing and didn’t realise?” Jotaro started and you shrugged. 

“I didn’t think they were your uncle and his friend!” Jotaro grunted, having to give you the benefit of the doubt there.

Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose before looking past your shoulder to the pups now curiously looking at the pile of rocks; Josuke trying to see if he could stick his arms between the cracks and find something cool, while Okuyasu was trying to find the biggest rock he could try and lift, currently struggling with one the size of his head.

“I should have realised.”

“Well, it didn’t matter at that moment really. Besides, we were too busy trying to get out?” You tried but Jotaro sent you a sideways glare.

“Don’t use my own words against me.” He deadpanned.

“Sorry, sorry.” You chuckled before looking up the tank. “You think they realised I lied?”

“After you jumped up and grabbed Josuke when they were already suspicious? Yes.” Jotaro scoffed before turning a bit more serious, looking at you. “They’ll most likely try to get them back.” 

“We won’t let them.”

- - - -

The tank was a lot livelier now that there were two hyperactive pups inside. They never seemed to find a moment to sit still; racing each other, play fighting, pulling your tail to see if they were strong enough to drag you (they had unfortunately dragged your face through the sand with that one), or asking if they could play with the balls at the top.

That last one was because you and Jotaro had explicitly stated that they could not go to the surface without either Jotaro or you. Which, of course, meant that you were usually the one dragged up, since Jotaro detested going up there. 

Right now, you, Josuke and Okuyasu were eating, Jotaro just sitting to the side with his eyes closed. 

Previous experience with the food led to you and Jotaro putting in a system. One would eat, the other wouldn’t. Next time, roles reverse. That way, should the food have been tampered with again, at least one will be awake to defend the other and the pups from being taken.

After eating your fill, you suddenly got an idea. Lazily, you swam over to the collapsed-and-buried-under-rocks skull. Starting to dig through, lifting rocks and placing them back down, peering between cracks, you began searching.

After a bit, you were tail-deep into it, reaching far in and shoving a piece of the skull aside before your hand finally touched what you were searching for.

“Aha!” 

A sudden poke on your tail scared you shitless and you jolted, bumping your head into the rocks beside you. “Ow!” Your shout came out muffled from between the rocks, making Jotaro raise his eyebrow in amusement after he had been watching just your tail flail back and forth for about ten minutes, sticking out from the rocks.

“What are you doing that makes you leave me to take care of these annoying brats by myself?” 

You wiggled for a bit and popped out of the hole you had created, looking at Jotaro before leaning down and grabbing a smaller rock out of it that had been bothering you. “Hey, they’re from your pod.” You chuckled but Jotaro just scoffed.

“They’re from yours now too.” He spoke with his arms crossed, pointedly looking at you and simply watching as you dropped the rock, the thing sinking down and slowly clattering off the mountain of rocks the two of you were sitting on top of. 

Your jaw was slack and Jotaro leaned forward, leaning his weight on top of the rocks on one arm while using the other to push your chin up, closing your mouth while he sported a small smirk. 

“R-Really?” Your voice was barely over a whisper as you spoke in disbelief, and Jotaro huffed in amusement, that smirk still on his face.

“Of course. You think I’d let you go after all this?” He cocked an eyebrow and your lip started trembling a bit. 

You hadn’t been part of a pod since your old one abandoned you when you got stuck in a trap many years ago. They practically proclaimed you dead while looking straight in your eyes and ever since then you’d been alone.

Right now, with Jotaro in front of you, your brain short circuited and you went back to your first instinct, which was to hide.

Shoving your head into the hole again, Jotaro shook his head to himself as he looked down at your tail sticking out of the pile of rocks, a small smile playing on his lips. 

Inside the hole, you had covered your face with your hands, trying not to burst out crying. You then felt Jotaro comfortingly starting to rub your tail with one hand and tried to swallow past the lump in your throat.

Now even more determined than before, you went in search for what you had tried to find from the beginning. 

Just a few movings of smaller rocks and you finally saw them: the statuettes you had carved. 

A whale, a shark and a manta ray. Only, despite the secure spot you had put them in, when the skull was destroyed, the manta ray had been broken in two, vertically down the middle.

Scooping up the figurines, you momentarily lamented the loss of the manta ray. You had specifically made that for Jotaro and had wanted to give it to him now.

A little sadly, you started to back up to get out, only to freeze. Trying again, you found yourself unable to back up.

“Uh... Jotaro..?” Your voice was tiny, making you even less audible with the muffling from the rocks, but your mate heard, humming a little to let you know he did. “I’m stuck. Help.”

“Good grief, really?” 

“Yes, please help.” You whined, feeling like crying again, only this time just out of pathetically feeling overwhelmed.

“It’s alright.” Jotaro assured and you felt him grip either side of your tail, starting to pull. After just a few seconds of him pulling and you trying to back up, you popped out, firmly clutching the carvings in your arm as you tipped back and sank until you lay upside down on the rocks. 

“What’s that?” Jotaro pointed down at the items in your arms.

Sitting up with a grunt, you turned to him. “These two are for Okuyasu and Josuke to play with.” You spoke, holding up the two statuettes. “And this one...”

You trailed off when Jotaro plucked one of the halves out of your hand. “A manta ray.” He mumbled and you smiled nervously.

“Yeah. It... broke... though...”

“Y/N?” Jotaro asked when your words came out sluggish and you suddenly started tilting forward. “Y/N!” Catching you on his torso, Jotaro looked down in worry, shifting your body until you were laying more comfortably against his chest. 

Stopping for a minute, Jotaro just sat and listened, noticing how there was no extra movement in the water. No fluttering of tails or chattering of young voices. So, putting his arms under you, Jotaro swam left around the column, quickly spotting both Josuke and Okuyasu, smushed together on the floor, sleeping.

Growling, Jotaro angrily slapped the leftover tuna with his tail, quickly leaving it and swimming over to the bed, carefully placing you down on your side. 

In all this time you didn’t even stir, just continuing to steadily breathe. Placing your head in a better position, Jotaro gently released you, then turned around and swam over to the two sleeping on the sand.

Picking both of them up at the same time, Jotaro sighed softly. Right now he was just glad you both thought ahead like this and that he was here to keep the three of you safe.

Bringing them over to the bed, Jotaro paused a second, not knowing where to leave the pups. In the end he decided to just lay them against you. He wanted to have you all in the same place together so he could immediately shoot into action if necessary.

Putting the two next to and against your stomach, they cuddled up with each other and almost immediately, your tail curled around them, pressing them deeper into you with a protective and comforting safety for the pups.

Briefly turning around, Jotaro just went to do one last thing.

-

The scientists were just sitting at and pacing around the table. Despite what they tried, the male had not eaten the drugged food and therefore was not asleep. 

They could not get in that tank when one of them was awake, especially the most dangerous one. 

Almost as if to demonstrate, a slab of tuna was suddenly flung out of the water, hitting the scientist sitting at the table so hard that he slam-dunked his head into the furniture before toppling off the table and chair, his head ping-ponging a bit as he was instantly knocked out.

The others looked horrified, looking between their colleague and the tank, none of them having been able to see the water be disturbed except for the meat flying out of it.

The male was definitely not happy. 

-

Having gotten the satisfaction of at least hurting one of the humans, Jotaro swam back down with a huff, making sure to monitor every movement in the water just in case while he swam over to the destroyed skull.

The statuettes you had had in your hand before you passed out were scattered around, two of them still on the pile of rocks, while the other two were in the sand. Gently picking up the shark and one half of the manta ray from the rocks, he swam down to the bottom, lifting the whale from the sand and accidentally pulling some of the grit with him before swimming over to the other half of the manta ray, mostly buried in the sand.

Holding everything in his left arm, Jotaro took it from the sand with his right and raised it up to his face. 

It was really well made, the shape exactly that of a manta ray, with you having smoothened it out somehow. The wing was not even chipped, despite the pressure the small thing had been put under.

No, surprisingly, it had only snapped perfectly down the middle.

Swimming back over to you and the pups, Jotaro placed the shark and whale in the sand to the right of you, swimming to sit behind you where he carefully placed the broken statue next to him before laying down as well.

He’d get some sleep, but keep his senses on high alert all night.

With his giant tail, Jotaro curled it around yours as always, resulting in the pups now being shielded by two tails, Jotaro’s so large that he was able to bring it up to your face so you could lay your head on it as a pillow, even with the two pups now sleeping in between.

Finally feeling content, he allowed himself to drift to sleep.  

- - - -

Being the last to sleep and the first to wake was not something Jotaro expected to happen. 

During the night, nothing had happened and the four of you had just been able to sleep peacefully. 

Stretching a bit, Jotaro sat up. Shifting his tail a little, he took note of how he felt better than yesterday - less tired and sore - but it was not enough yet. At the rate he was recovering he might have tried to escape the next day with you, but now you had Josuke and Okuyasu as well. Bringing the pups along meant using up more energy. So unfortunately, Jotaro estimated that the four of you would have to spend at least two or three more days in this hellhole. 

When after ten minutes not one of you stirred, Jotaro began to grow a little concerned. Maybe whatever was in the food had been too strong? Especially if the pups had been given the same amount as the adults, would they be able to take that?

Quickly, Jotaro moved until he was next to the young. Placing his hands on their chests, he was relieved to find their hearts were beating and they were breathing properly. Starting to shake them, Jotaro tried to wake them up - maybe a little too roughly but he didn’t care.

A small peep came out of Josuke as he was rattled awake, while Okuyasu just hummed a little in question, as if he was used to waking up like that. 

“Go play.” He motioned behind himself with his thumb, not even waiting for an answer as he shifted over to you, thinking of the best way to wake you up. 

Just letting his eyes rake up and down your form for a minute, Jotaro was snapped out of it when a pair of hands was placed on his right shoulder, a curious face looking over it down to what he was looking at, quickly followed by another pair of hands on his left, Okuyasu following in what his friend did like usual.

“Is she your mate?” Josuke piped up after a few seconds of silence and Jotaro sighed inwardly, already done with the day and the exhausting trek of what taking care of pups and all their questions meant.

“Yes.” He answered without much fanfare, going out to reach for your arm to shake you awake as well when an excited gasp right next to his ear stopped him. 

“So auntie Holly was right! Dad said he thought you’d never get one with how mad you always seem but she insisted that you would.” He blabbered happily, Okuyasu humming like a wise sage, pretending to know what was being talked about even if he had absolutely no clue.

“Good grief, of course that old man is gossiping.” Jotaro deadpanned. Not saying anything else, he just leaned forward and gently shook you by your arm, the two pups still hanging on his shoulders.

Stirring a bit, your eyes fluttered open and you tiredly looked to your right where you saw Jotaro hover over you, two faces peeking out over him.

Chuckling tiredly, you slowly sat up, yawning and scratching the back of your neck. “Hi.” You muttered, getting small greetings from the three men in return. “Another day.”

- - - -

Jotaro was up at the surface while Josuke and Okuyasu played with the balls on top. The entire time he was staring into the room of scientists with a menacing glare. 

Normally, you’d have gone up there with them but you honestly hadn’t even realised they went up, too focused on the broken item in your hand. 

Josuke and Okuyasu had seen you were busy and instead went to Jotaro, asking if they could go up. 

After about two hours you finally finished. 

“Aha!” You shouted, holding up the one half of the manta ray on a string that you had been working on, only to blink in surprise when you saw Josuke and Okuyasu on either side of you, leaning into your sides. “Huh? Oh, hey guys.”

“Hi, Y/N!” Okuyasu just happily greeted while Josuke simply smiled. Josuke was holding the shark while Okuyasu held the whale, the two of them having been playing quietly next to you and over your tail while you were too focused on the intricacies of weaving a thin yet strong string. 

“Good grief, you only just now noticed them?” 

Quickly looking up you noticed Jotaro leaning into the column straight ahead of you, about three metres away.

You gasped like a guppy for a few seconds before shutting your jaw with a clack. “It’s intricate work.” You pouted, bringing your hands and subsequently the half of the manta ray down to your lap as you weakly defended yourself. It didn’t work.

Figuring to just escape from his intent stare, you clapped your hands together. “Who wants to play maelstrom?” 

At that, both pups by your side perked up. “What’s that?” Okuyasu questioned and you smiled.

“I can show you, c’mon.” You giggled a little as you got up, dragging Okuyasu with you by his hand and just letting the manta ray halves drift to the sand.

Swimming up until you were about five meters above the floor, you let go of Okuyasu’s hands. “Now what?”

“Grab onto my tail fin and hold on tight.” 

Confused, he did what you asked and you looked down, seeing Josuke look at you curiously and you sent him a wink before abruptly bending down, shooting forward as you gently took hold of the end of Okuyasu’s tail, starting to spin like crazy as if a snake eating its own tail while imitating a water wheel.

The speed you were spinning at was crazy and Okuyasu started yelling and laughing loudly, devolving into a deranged giggle as you slowly started slowing down, spinning slower and slower until you stopped, hanging upside down and letting go of Okuyasu’s tail so he could catch his breath in an upright position.

He was trying to keep himself straight and head side up in the water but the world was spinning so much that he was wildly flailing to try and do so.

Laughing gently yourself as well, you grabbed hold around his midriff, starting to lead him back to the others while he was dizzily trying to swim.

You yourself were trying very hard to stave off your own dizziness but were doing a lot better than the pup. At least, you were, but that was quick to change when:

“Me next! Me next!” 

As you let Okuyasu go to swim down to the sand on his own, Josuke shot forward and into you, knocking you back from the sheer speed he had been swimming with for a second and you laughed loudly. “Alright, alright!”

“Yes!”

You snorted and shook your head with a smile. “Okay, so, hold on tight and don’t let go no matter what alright?” You told Josuke while you got into position. He hummed happily with a big nod and you lightly took hold of his tail fin as well. “Alright, here we go!”

- 

Swimming down to where Jotaro had been watching the entire scene was a lot harder than expected with how dizzy you were.

After Josuke had gone, Okuyasu wanted another round. And after that Josuke wanted to go again. And then they wanted to go at the same time. So you had taken one tail in either hand while they clutched yours together, big grins on their faces. And then they wanted to go about three times before their dizziness finally caught up with them, allowing you to get some rest and make the world stop spinning yourself.

Attempting to swim over to Jotaro proved a mistake as you just completely wobbled the entire time, nearly swimming upside down and right into the column had it not been for Jotaro deciding to take mercy on you and grabbing hold of your arms, swimming back with you to where he had been sitting.

“This is your own fault.” He said a little smugly and you attempted to lightly slap him but everything was double so you very much missed. “Almost.” He teased.

“Shut it.” You chuckled back before lightly shaking your head back and forth for a second, stopping your vision from hazing and just sighed a deep sigh, letting yourself slide down until you were laying on the sand, your head on Jotaro’s lap. 

Silence fell with just the vibrations in the water of Josuke and Okuyasu on the other side of the tank as they played.

“So, what’re these that they caused you to not even notice anything around you.” Jotaro broke the silence, asking that as he suddenly held up the manta ray pieces on strings you made.

A shy smile spread on your face as you took one of them from him. “Here.” With that soft uttering, you pulled Jotaro down a little bit before slipping the cord over his neck. “I did the best I could with the materials I can use here, but it should hold for at least a while.”

Bringing up the necklace to his face to look at it, Jotaro gazed at it for a second before looking down past it, to you, still laying on his lap.

Though from an outside perspective he may look as neutral as ever, you had a clear and perfect view of the warm adoration in his eyes, making your heart flutter that you made something he liked.

“Thank you.” He softly spoke before dropping the necklace back to his chest. You didn’t even get a chance to answer when Jotaro was already bringing a cord over your own head, having grabbed the other piece that he had laying next to him and now carefully draping it over you.

His fingers brushed past your cheek and he gently lifted your head from his lap with his right hand, using his left to bring the cord down the back of your head and rest it in your neck. 

With a gentle motion he laid your head back down on his tail, leaning back up against the pillar after you had pulled him down as he decompressed a bit, never taking his eyes off you.

His palm drifted down to where the necklace sat on your chest, cupping his hand over it and softly pressing down. His eyes were soft as he looked at it, a content look washing over him as you saw his chest rise in a deep, happy sigh, the necklace prominent as it rose with the muscle.

- - - -

The humans kept trying. 

An annoyance and anger flowed in you as you looked at Jotaro, Josuke and Okuyasu all passed out on the seaweed bed.

It was cute to see the giant and intimidating merman sleep so sweetly with two pups curled almost against him, but just the thought that they were forcibly put to sleep because of the food you needed to survive ruined it a bit.

In fact, you didn’t even really need it. Both you and Jotaro would be fine going several days without food, but the pups wouldn’t. And because you needed all the strength you could to regain your energy and be able to escape soon, you and Jotaro just decided to keep eating, using the current safety system in case the food was messed with.

Seeing as there had been food prepared for four and you didn’t eat, there was some left over. You didn’t really want it to start rotting or stink up the tank, so you lifted it into your arms and started carrying it up.

Lifting it over the tank with quite some effort, you let it just plop onto the floor right in front of the scientists who just looked at you a little bit in disbelief.

“Why’d you do that?” One of them asked sadly, as if he was hurt by your action and you narrowed your eyes.

“Food bad.” You spoke.

“It’s not bad!” He defended and your upper lip curled a bit, showing off your teeth as you silently snarled. You were kind of done with the nice act. You and Jotaro were planning to jump out anyways so what was the use of it anymore?

“Food. Bad.” You reiterated.

“Why do you think that-“ In the middle of him talking you suddenly felt something in the water. Whipping around, you saw that something had lowered in the far right most corner while you were talking. Right where everyone was sleeping.

Diving under with lightning speed, you raced around the column and to the corner, quickly spotting a crane like contraption with a claw lowering down, about halfway to your mate and the pups. 

Growling loudly, you shot towards it and latched onto the pole right above the claw.

With your nails you started trying to cut through but it merely succeeded in making scratches, this metal clearly fortified with something that kept you from easily breaking through.

Now angry, you harshly bit down on the pole, your jaw strength enough to crush through bone and flesh easily. And, though the pole was sturdier than that, it slowly started to bend under the pressure you were forcing on it.

The claw quickly opened and closed, the crane starting to pull it back up to try and save it before you completely broke the contraption, trying to shake you off. 

One of the digits of the claw snagged your upper arm, tearing your skin open but you refused to let go, now starting to grab hold of the claw and break it apart.

By the time it had reached the water surface and you had finally let go, the claw was missing all but one of its digits and was sticking awkwardly to the side in a 45° angle, with you having bent the entire pole enough to no longer have the claw function. 

- - - -

“Y/N, what happened?” The husky voice paired with a slight sting on your arm roused you from your sleep and you blinked your eyes open to see Jotaro firmly holding your left arm as he held you laid on your right side, his thumb caressing your skin around the cut that sat there.

“The humans tried to take the little ones with one of those machines while you were asleep. I stopped them.” You would have shrugged sleepily had you not been laying on your side and had your arm also not been captive in Jotaro’s firm hold. “There’s a few metals there.” You pointed up to where the remnants of your battle with the claw lay in the sand.

“I’ll stab them with their own fucking tools.” Jotaro growled darkly, clutching your arm a little tighter and that woke you up a bit more, but you couldn’t help but laugh a little, your heart swelling at his protectiveness yet not knowing how to express it other than a joyous laugh.

At hearing the noise, Jotaro relented his grip on your arm a little before huffing and leaning down, starting to gently lick the cut while that oh-so familiar rumble started from his chest. 

You smiled up at him as he was still leaned over your laying down form, lapping at the wound that you had briefly treated the night before.

Jotaro could tell you had but he didn’t care. He wanted to do it.

You could sense his pettiness about that in how thoroughly he treated you now, making sure to go over every inch thrice before finally pulling back, licking his lips a little. “You did good. But don’t get injured next time.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try.” You stuck out your tongue but Jotaro was quick to shoot forward and nip at it, making you squeak and quickly pull it back in your mouth as your cheeks burned and you looked at him with a shocked look.

Jotaro smirked at your reaction before turning around and shaking both Okuyasu and Josuke awake, basically telling them to go piss off and keep themselves busy, although he didn’t say it like that of course.

- - - -

The next two days passed without any incident. The food was no longer tampered with and for the first time, the pups managed to fall asleep on their own terms. 

Surprisingly enough, they got tired quite early, giving you and Jotaro some time to relax; and you had to admit, with how much you enjoyed the peace and quiet, yeah no, you were not ready to have pups yet.

A few hours later, you and Jotaro joined them on the bed, you directly next to them and Jotaro behind you, having his arm slung over you and keeping you close as you both drifted off to sleep. 

-

Tugging on your arm roused you from your sleep, but only slightly, and you turned around to lie down on your other side, trying to ignore the disturbance.

As you snuggled into Jotaro’s chest however, your full wrist was grabbed and you felt it being lifted up and over your head before being pulled back a bit. 

Opening one eye, you turned your head to see the waters around you still dark and a tiny Mer tugging on your wrist with another right beside him.

“Guys, it’s the middle of the night... go sleep.” You whined sleepily, turning back and burying your head closer under Jotaro’s chin, which made him grunt a little while Josuke continued to yank at your arm, trying to get you to play with him.

“But I’m not sleepy at all! Come onnn, please!” 

“You’ve got Okuyasu.” You grumbled that as Josuke started attempting to yank you along with him, actually succeeding a little bit and making you groan as he pulled you out of Jotaro’s hold.

Lazily, Jotaro opened one eye and chuckled a little as he saw you, left arm stretched over your head where it was being held captive by a stubborn Mer pup who, in turn, had his friend pulling him; the hope that two pups were enough to move one adult from the clutches of another.

Surprisingly to you, Jotaro opened his arms, allowing you to slip away a tiny bit before he helped the pups by pushing you with his tail. You sent him a betrayed look but he just smirked at you, his eyes only half open in his sleepy smugness.

And that was how you started your day very very early, having to steel yourself for a full day of chasing and entertaining two pups.

- - - -

Lazily pacing back and forth, Jotaro was deep in thought; remembering the layout of the building and how far you and him would have to drag yourselves to get outside, thinking about how you two would bring Josuke and Okuyasu along. Preferably, Jotaro would carry the both of them so that you wouldn’t be strained. But he also knew he couldn’t do that. Not only would that tire him out but, if he had both pups with him, there was no way he could defend all of you, should you run into a human.

Just then, Jotaro stopped in his tracks, noticing something was off. While there had been noises and movement in the water all day; now, there was nothing...

Swimming around the column, he found the lack of movement or noise very suspicious - given how there were supposed to be two hyperactive little guppies zipping about. 

Yet, as he rounded the corner, he was greeted with a surprising sight that maybe did more to him than he would like to admit.

With a small blush, Jotaro watched as you were laying on the bed, sound asleep and tuckered out after a full day of entertaining pups, your mouth slightly open to try and get enough water in to breathe given that you were laying on your stomach. On your back, Josuke lay splayed out, also sound asleep, his tail tucked under yours as you had curled it up, yet still somehow managing to get the thing partially on your face, and - in contrast to the chaotic toddler on your back - just gently curled up in your tail and against your side lay Okuyasu, also sound asleep, his tiny chest just gently rising and falling. 

It was... an adorable sight.

Deciding to leave you all be for now, Jotaro stopped swimming around, just to make as little thrashing in the water as possible while he sat down close by, letting you sleep.

Tomorrow, he decided. Tomorrow night you would all finally get the fuck out of here.

- - - - 

It was dark in the tank as you and Jotaro got ready. 

About ten minutes ago, Josuke and Okuyasu had woken up on their own accord, confused as to why the adults were not beside them and swimming over to the two of you as you went over the plan one last time. Not that there was much of a plan.

Locking eyes with Jotaro, you took a deep breath and nodded. Time to go.

Taking both the pups by the hand, you led them to the surface and peeked out. In the room, there was just one scientist. Sticking your head back underwater, you softly clicked to Jotaro several meters lower. “Can you reach him?”

“I’ve got him.” Jotaro assured and you watched in slight awe as every muscle in his tail seemed to contract, preparing for the burst of power that would make him shoot out like an arrow released from a bow.

Not a second later, Jotaro shot up, rushing through the water and jumping out of the tank. 

He easily flew through the air, halfway into the room as he slammed straight into the human, knocking them to the floor under his weight before he rolled off and instantly whipped around, slamming his tail into them and sending them flying back into the wall where they crumpled into a heap, completely knocked out and broken.

Letting out an angry huff, Jotaro turned around and tiger crawled over to the edge of the tank, where you were now lifting Josuke up and over the edge. Jotaro grabbed the pup from you and lowered him to the floor before reaching back up to grab Okuyasu and doing the same for him.

“Y/N, come on.” Jotaro then urged you, holding out his hands in a silent promise that he’ll catch you.

Dipping down about two meters, you quickly moved your tail and propelled yourself upwards, jumping out of the water and over the glass and right into the arms of Jotaro.

He got knocked back onto the floor due to having no purchase for his tail but safely cushioned your fall nonetheless. 

Rolling over, he let you slip to the floor before getting on his stomach and propping himself up.

“The stairs are going to be hell.” He spoke and you nodded with a disgruntled noise before Jotaro turned to the pups who were patiently and anxiously waiting on the floor.

“Josuke, you go with Y/N. You are lighter than Okuyasu.” Jotaro grabbed his uncle under his armpits, lifting him up and placing him on your back. Josuke immediately wrapped his arms around your neck and you and Jotaro looked at each other, with you giving him a small nod. Jotaro lifted Okuyasu with one arm onto his own back where the pup clung in a similar fashion onto Jotaro as Josuke did to you.

Time to get the fuck out of here.

Starting to drag yourself across the floor, Jotaro made his way to the door and ripped it open by just slamming his claws through the wood and pulling, not caring about the lock.

While he did that, you crawled to the knocked out scientist and grabbed hold of the little card thingy hanging around his neck. Ripping it off, you just bit down on the cord and held it in your jaws as you crawled over to Jotaro who was waiting for you. 

He saw the item in your mouth and nodded approvingly, him having seen the scientists use that card to open the door he just ripped apart. It was not needed for now but who knew what you would run into.

Going through the door for the first time, you looked around curiously and warily, keeping your ears open for any sounds while you gazed at the concrete walls.

Beyond the door there was literally nothing but a staircase leading down, a silver one with tiny holes all over it that now made the water dripping from both you and Jotaro fall down through it, echoing on the metal where it fell. On the wall there was a plaque with a giant 3 as well as a smaller one saying ‘FIRE STAIRS’ whatever that meant.

“C’mon.” Jotaro took first initiative, going down tail first and looking back over his shoulder to see what he was doing and where he was going, Okuyasu holding on tight as he now had to rely on just his arms to not fall off.

Copying his move, you turned around and started going down, gritting your teeth as your tail rubbed painfully over the corners and bumps of the holes in the stairs, indented markings appearing in your hands as well while Josuke frantically clung to your neck, almost asphyxiating you but not entirely.

It was a slow descent. When you two got to the second floor, you heard some murmuring from inside the door that led to the underwater viewing room and continued dragging yourself down as silently as possible.

Before long, you both reached the bottom floor, coming face to face with a metal door. Jotaro placed his hand against it and Josuke squeaked. “Now what?”

“Now this.” You answered the pup, sending him a reassuring smile as you grabbed onto the door handle and pulled yourself up, showing him the card that you had taken out of your mouth a second ago and shoving it in the slot above the handle.

The red light turned to green and the handle went off its lock, abruptly going down, which made you lose your grip and slam your chin on the floor as the door creaked open a bit.

Jotaro put his hand on your shoulder in concern but you quickly got up, showing you were fine and sent him a grin. 

With Jotaro pushing your underside up with one arm, you grabbed onto the handle again with more ease and took the card out before getting back to the ground without issues and properly shoving the door open.

The lights were on and glaring and you needed to let your eyes adjust for a second after the dark, not getting anymore time as Jotaro was already pushing your back to urge you to go.

Taking an immediate right, you were met with a long hallway. At the end, two people were walking away from the two of you. Okuyasu was about to say something but you shot towards him and clamped your hand over his mouth, leaning your elbow on Jotaro’s back to be able to bring your other hand to your lips in a ‘shh’ motion. 

Once Okuyasu seemed to get the message, you let go and looked at Jotaro with wide, scared eyes. He jerked his head to the side in a motion to go and you quickly did as you were told.

Your tail was heavy and wet, leaving a wet trail behind you as you dragged yourself forward on your forearms. Jotaro was just a beat behind you, keeping tabs on everything and ready to step in if necessary.

“Left here, Y/N.” He spoke quietly and you looked left to see the door to the filtration room. 

Your arms were already feeling like lead but you continued to drag yourself forward, reaching the door.

“HEY!”

The sudden shout made you and Jotaro whip your heads around, looking back the way you came to see someone standing in the door of the stairwell, looking at you both with wide eyes.

“THEY’RE OUT OF THE TANK!!”

“Y/N, go, go!” Jotaro urged and you jammed the key card into the lock above the doorknob, taking it out once the light went green and slamming the door open, Jotaro shoving you inside before sliding Okuyasu across the floor towards you as well, just in time as he turned around and body slammed his tail into the man running towards you.

“Hold onto my arm!” You told Okuyasu and he did as he was told, both pups practically only balls of fear at the moment as they now both clung to you.

Some more yelling and Jotaro threateningly hissing sounded behind you but you knew he wanted you to clear the way. Get the next door open so that you could all move on.

The room you were currently in was filled with large cylinders. Pipes and thick cords running out of them as they were continually pumping - releasing a steady humming that made Josuke try to cover his ears on your back while Okuyasu clung closer to your arm.

You quickly moved past them and to the right a bit, seeing the door Jotaro had told you you needed to go through when discussing the plan.

Behind you, the door slammed shut loudly and you saw Jotaro inside, repeatedly slamming his body into it and bending the door with it, making it unable to open anymore. 

Glad to see he was inside, you tiger crawled over to the other door, panting slightly, and grabbed hold of the knob.

Right as you did, the door was swung open violently and you were thrown back, Okuyasu and Josuke getting flung off of you and landing a little bit further away, smacking on the ground with a splat and bouncing once before stopping.

You had slid backwards on your back but now sat up, seeing a massive man towering in the doorway. He held something of a black stick in his hands as he kept his eyes trained on you.

Starting to walk sideways, the man approached where Okuyasu had landed, the pup being the closest, and he leaned down, ready to grab him. Yet before he could, you lunged forward and he was forced to turn to you, dodging back and out of the way of your swipe.

Hissing threateningly, you stood protectively in front of Okuyasu, raising your tail and attempting to slam it into him, only for him to bring the stick up at the last moment, sticking the end against your scales.

A ‘trrt’ sounded and an electrifying pain shot through you, your tail automatically seizing and jerking to the side, trying to get away. You yelled out in pain as the man tasered you, the dampness of your body serving only to conduct the electricity even further and you were writing on the ground in pain.

“Y/N!” Josuke and Okuyasu cried out, terrified as they saw you be knocked down so easily.

The man grinned at the pups, as if to warn them for he could do this to them too. Lifting the taser back only momentarily, he gave you some respite, right before pushing it back on your skin. 

All you could do was gasp for air, wanting to scream but unable to as the electricity ran through and immobilised you. 

Finally the man let up, as he abruptly turned around to face the merman storming towards him, covering the ground in seconds with an anger and fire burning in his eyes that should have warned anyone to get as far away as fast as possible. 

Same went for the guard as he staggered back a bit, taser still poised but slightly trembling. 

He had never been allowed to see the Mer they had in the building, so he had no experience with them. He was just told that they got out and that he had to grab one of the little ones so that the adults would follow.

Jotaro lunged forward and grabbed onto the taser, yanking the guards arm down and repeatedly starting to slam the object on the floor. With every slam it broke more and more, falling apart, and the guard just opted for safety, letting go of the device and turning tail to run.

Jotaro’s reaction was immediate as he turned 180° and used his tail to sweep at the man’s legs, one of them letting out an audible ‘snap’ as it broke on impact, the guard collapsing in the doorway.

His fight or flight was on fire however and the man scrambled back up, the preservation of his life more important than the pain as he started running, limping with his broken leg yet sprinting as fast as he could down the hall. And it was the better option, for if he hadn’t, Jotaro would have torn him apart.

There was no time for the merman to go in pursuit so he instead turned around and crawled over to you, worry and anger the main two emotions as he grabbed hold of your face and turned it to face him.

“Y/N? Y/N, come on.” He whispered, lightly shaking your head back and forth to wake you up more when you started blinking. With one more shake, you took in a deep breath, fully opening your eyes much to Jotaro’s relief.

You slowly sat up, Jotaro supporting you along the way.

“We need to go.”

You swallowed. “Yeah.”

While Jotaro tried to get you back to, Josuke and Okuyasu had flopped and dragged themselves over with much effort, now looking up at you with big worried eyes as you slowly got onto your forearms.

“I’m okay, let’s go.” You smiled, putting the pups at ease, though Jotaro knew you were far from it. He had seen you lie to the humans long enough to know when you weren’t telling the truth.

Before he could do anything else however, you had already hauled Josuke on your back. Glancing at Jotaro, you sent him a determined look that showed he wasn’t going to change your mind. You just needed to push on a little, you could rest afterwards.

Frustrated that he couldn’t do anything else, Jotaro put Okuyasu on his own back again. Staying one fin length behind you as you both started up again.

Going through the door, there was no one around in the hall and you all turned left, seeing a door with a glass window about ten meters away. 

Your brows furrowed as you caught your breath, staring at the door. There was light outside. Wasn’t it supposed to be the middle of the night?

“Keep going, Y/N.” Jotaro pushed on your back, trying to urge you to go and you started up again.

Every muscle in your body screamed while exhaustion was taking over. Whatever energy you had left was quickly fading but you refused to stop. Ignoring the throbbing pain every move brought, you dragged your heavy body forward. 

In the last meter, Jotaro got past and ahead of you, your gait by now so slow that he was easily able to do so.

“Stay back.” He warned as he placed Okuyasu next to you. Dragging himself towards the glass of the door, he brought his arm back before driving his elbow into the glass and breaking straight through.

Immediately, open air rushed in and the sounds of people and cars and living reached your senses. After over a month and a half of near silence, it was almost overwhelming but there was no time for that.

Jotaro pushed the glass shards at the bottom out of the frame, letting them fall onto the ground before slipping through the gap he made.

He wasn’t worried about he glass, knowing his skin was thick enough to not get injured. The same could not be said about Josuke and Okuyasu however.

You knew so too and dragged yourself a little closer, sitting up and grabbing Okuyasu under his armpits and lifting him. 

Jotaro was quick to take him over, putting him on his back with some effort before sticking out his hand for you.

“I can smell the sand and the ocean, come on, we’re almost there.” Jotaro tried to encourage you, just to keep you going as he sensed your exhaustion, and you grabbed his hand, letting him pull you out of the window and onto the concrete sidewalk he was sitting on.

“There! Hurry up!” 

The shout sounded through the hole in the door, footsteps echoing from inside the building as the scientists started trying to get to the two of you.

That gave you a burst of energy and you swiftly pulled your tail through the doorframe; the smell of the sea hitting you now that your head was a little clearer. 

You had to squint at the abrupt glare from the sun, looking up and seeing that it was somewhere in the morning, not night, as it should have been.

You started crawling forward and behind you, Jotaro flicked the broken glass back through the hole in the door with his tail, injuring those who stood directly behind it before he quickly came over to you, joining you as you crawled across the sidewalk.

People just walking around and going to work started to notice, some walking around with nothing but a strange look while others openly stopped, mouth agape and starting to follow.

Jotaro and you managed to get past the building, having escaped through the side exit and now ending up on the street where the main entrance was. If you could’ve, you would’ve gotten away from the building as soon as possible, but crossing the street while cars were driving and you could do nothing but slowly drag your body was a bad idea. All that next to the fact that you were following your noses, going towards the smell of sea salt.

Right in front was a plaza, the road you had been crawling next to bending left, meaning you didn’t have to cross it and could instead move to the plaza. As you and Jotaro got across most of the open area, your tail painfully scraping over the concrete, the small crowd who had been following grew exponentially. The people in the plaza numerous and noticing you and Jotaro all at once.

Almost like flies, they gathered around and Jotaro immediately shot forward, taking Okuyasu off his back and putting him against your side while he put his arm over you and placed it on your left side, hovering over you and the pups protectively, shielding your entire forms with his own body as he growled, warning the people around to back off and stay away.

Josuke, sensing the danger, slid off your back and hid with Okuyasu, pressed into your side with Jotaro hovering over. This allowed Jotaro to get a little lower on the ground, baring his teeth as his scales puffed up to make him look even bigger, his hard and threatening stare circling the people around, the merman looking over his shoulder before spinning his head in a circle, snapping at anyone who was too close for his liking.

The people got the hint and stayed watching the Mer in a wide circle, wondering how the hell they got so far into land.

Stopping like this was bad news for you however. Now that you were no longer moving, you felt the adrenaline that had been keeping you going start to leave you.

Your whole body tingled and ached. Moving your hand, you saw the grain that covered some of the concrete move, but you barely felt it. And that’s when your arms collapsed, no longer able to support your weight.

Jotaro, who had been glaring at someone behind him, felt and heard you collapsing on the ground, his head snapping back around and looking down to see you laying on the concrete beneath him, a true look of dread overtaking his features as he saw your eyes slowly closing. 

You just needed a short nap, just something to get your energy back. Yeah, that was it.

“Shit, Y/N, no, no, no. Stay with me.” Jotaro took hold of your shoulder and rolled you onto your back, grabbing your face as he said that. “Y/N, come on!” 

Josuke and Okuyasu were letting out small crying noises, nudging your arm and shoulder to try and shake you awake while Jotaro started purring in his panic, hoping it would do something to wake you up.

The people around didn’t know what to do, just watching the previously aggressive and threatening large Mer suddenly cradle the one he was protecting. The cries and wails the young ones let out were heartbreaking, those around just helplessly watching the scene before them. 

Mermaids were rare, and they say if you were able to see one in your life, to consider yourself very lucky. This was not how anybody expected to get that luck however.

That weapon had burned all the moisture off of you. And while Mer could survive without water for a bit, if you wanted to have any chance of healing - and more importantly, surviving - Jotaro needed to find a way to get you wet.

Just then, some people came running into the scene with a large bucket. A man and woman had sprinted to the beach and down it the moment they realised what was going on, reaching the ocean and filling a large bucket before carrying it back up together with a firm sprint, now finally reaching the group again.

As they approached, Jotaro immediately put his hands on the ground, hovering over both you and the pups in a protective stance as he growled, warning them clearly and firmly to not come any closer.

The merman then noticed the bucket however, and his growl let up a bit. Scared yet determined, one of the humans pushed it closer towards him, their arm outstretched far until only their fingertips remained to push it closer, to which the human made the decision to retract their hand.

More focused on your survival than anything else now, Jotaro grabbed the rim of the bucket, pulling it closer towards himself with such a tight hold on it that his nails punctured through where he was holding.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Josuke whimpered and Jotaro sent him a small glance.

“She will be.” He spoke confidently, placing his hand on the pup’s head very briefly before grasping the water bucket.

Quickly, he poured some of the water over your neck and gills, tilting the heavy bucket that took two people to quickly carry with just one hand as if it were nothing.

Despite the water, you still weren’t breathing through your gills like he wanted you to, instead still slowly inhaling and exhaling through your mouth. 

Jotaro didn’t want to do this in front of all these people, but your life was more important. So, with his right hand still tilting the bucket and steadily pouring water, he pinched your nose shut with his left before leaning down and slanting his mouth over yours, stopping you from breathing through your mouth and nose so that you would be forced to breathe through your gills, possible now that Jotaro was pouring water on them. 

After a few seconds of nothing, they flared and started filtering the water, allowing you to breathe. 

Staying still for a few seconds, he  just let you breathe through your gills, long enough until he was confident it was sufficient. 

Dropping his left hand onto the ground, Jotaro let out a relieved exhale through his nose, keeping his lips on yours just a second longer before slowly pulling away, you simultaneously opening your eyes.

This instant was now thought to be proof that the old sailor myth of mermaids having a healing kiss was true.

Cradling the back of your head, Jotaro helped you sit up and propped you against his chest, trying to just keep you awake. Instantly, Josuke and Okuyasu were latched onto you, hugging you around your waist and burying their faces in your stomach. 

They were both sniffing and whimpering, Okuyasu even softly crying. “Don’t go.” 

You put your arms back around them, keeping them pressed into your side as you answered. “I’m not... Did I not promise- to play maelstrom there where there is an actual current?” You spoke, your voice slightly weak yet sweet all the same.

Suddenly, a splash of water was dumped over you and the pups as Jotaro emptied the contents of the bucket before throwing it to the side, nearly bouncing against someone’s leg if they didn’t jump out of the way. 

You blinked a bit in surprise, a little more awake now that you had some reprieve from the sun beating down on your dry skin and you turned your head to the one that did it while the pups nearly sitting on your lap spluttered a bit from the sudden water barrage.

Jotaro placed his hand over the necklace around your neck, feeling the stone and your skin under the palm of his hand right where your heart sat, calming himself with the loving gesture that he had really quickly picked up on doing ever since you made the item. 

Some commotion suddenly came from the back of the circle of people. “Excuse me, let us pass please!” Someone spoke with urgency in their voice and the people stepped aside to let a group of about three people through. With them being in lab coats, the people around thought they were here to help, you and Jotaro knew differently though, recognising their smell and the face of one.

Immediately, Jotaro growled loudly, puffing up his scales again and roughly slapping his tail to the floor in a threat display, unable to move much with you still leaning against him and the pups on your lap. Although, if you weren’t he definitely would have tried to rip them apart for hurting you to this extent.

The scientists stopped for a second, nervously swallowing before taking more careful steps forward, immediately making Jotaro hiss and slap his tail again, just a lot harder this time.

At this, two people from the crowd stepped up and started pushing the scientists back. “Dude, don’t! He clearly doesn’t want you closer, it’s dangerous, just give them space!”

“The female is injured, we just need to sedate them and bring them with us so we can treat her.” The scientist tried, but you had gotten enough of your head back to recognise what he was saying.

“No!” With that, you got everyone’s attention. “You did this, I’m not going back there with you! We just want to go home, leave us be!” You shouted, surprising everyone by the sudden English - and the scientists even more with the fluency of said English. Yet you had never seen a crowd of people turn on others like hungry piranhas so fast.

They all started shouting and those next to the scientists started pushing them back and away, throwing one question after the other at them as to why you would say that.

A loud and continuous wailing noise suddenly sounded, getting closer and closer and all four of you Mer covered your ears, the sensitivity of them not made for the noises of life on land. 

Tires squealed and doors opened and slammed shut as two police officers came speed-walking onto the scene, quickly followed by firemen, who’s fire truck  siren was even worse for you, causing people to try and get them to turn it off, which they quickly did as they came to a stop.

There was a lot of talking and shouting and angry noises that all just became a blur for you, unable to really make out what was being said. 

“Y/N, just hold on until we get to the sea.” Jotaro whispered in your ear, his purr starting back up as he sensed your distress over the noise.

Just then, one of the officers approached and Jotaro instantly clutched you tighter, growling a little though with a lot less malice than with the scientists.

The officer held his hands up to show he meant no harm before sitting down a little bit away, just folding his hands in his lap in the hopes it would show he wanted no trouble.

Jotaro’s snarl let up and he took it as a sign to start talking. “I’m sorry but, could you explain what has happened to get you four here?”

Right now, you were surrounded by humans, but these seemed to at least somewhat be on your side. It would be risky to trust them, but you decided talking was no harm regardless. “We were captured at sea and stuck in there for a long time.” You attempted to point at the building you and Jotaro had crawled out of but could not raise your arm higher than your own elbow. Jotaro gently grasped your forearm, not wanting you to waste energy like that and brought the limb back down, very lightly kneading where he held you, which was painful yet relieving at the same time. That action caused the officer to notice the shackle on Jotaro’s wrist, making him narrow his eyes before he turned his head to look at the building you attempted to point at. Thankfully, he seemed to have understood what you meant with your weak point. “Then they captured the pups and we couldn’t stay any longer so we escaped and now here.” You sighed a little, sinking a little further into Jotaro which worried him.

The officer’s gaze drifted down to the pups who were hiding under your arms from all the prying gazes and he turned to glare at the scientists his partner was currently holding.

“How come you’re injured?”

“Electric stick.” You said, not knowing how else to call it. “We just want to go home, please.”

“I know, and we’ll help you.” He assured before grabbing a weird black thing on his shoulder. “Chief, we have a case of people illegally capturing and keeping Mer, later on with two young. It seems like a pretty professional organisation. Requesting backup to arrest everyone involved.” 

Something crackled through as an answer and, while you couldn’t understand a word of it, the officer seemed to.

“Hey! How big are they?” Someone suddenly shouted from behind the crowd and the officer stood up, seeing one of the firemen holding the tarp they used to catch people on if they needed to jump out of burning buildings.

Turning back around, the officer took in the Mer. They softly seemed to be talking to each other now, quiet clicks and trills sounding out. “The male seems to be around 5,5 meters. The female 3 or 3,5.”

“Ah, that’s going to be hard with him then.”

“It wouldn’t work either way. I can almost guarantee they’re not gonna allow us to carry them down to the beach one by one and carrying them all together is too heavy. We need to keep them wet and escort them to the sea!”

“Luckily, we have water!” The fireman slapped the side of the fire truck and the two men grinned at each other.

- - - -

Both Josuke and Okuyasu were now on Jotaro’s back. They protested against it, saying they could do it themselves, but Jotaro was having none of it and just glared at them until they obeyed.

The fire truck had brought out a long hose, setting it to a low setting that just made it spray like an overgrown garden hose basically, pointing it at the Mer after some wary looks from them.

It was fresh water instead of salt, but luckily, most Mer had evolved to be able to survive in fresh water for at least a little while, making this no problem.

It seemed to be the first ever fresh water for the pups though, making them screw up their faces at the new taste and sensation before you were all sufficiently wet.

Now, you were both slowly dragging yourselves over the beach. The crowd of people was following from a small distance while the firemen and police were clearing the beach from beach goers or possible obstacles such as chairs or parasols. 

A weird high pitched whirring noise sounded as something was flying overhead but none of you paid any attention to it.

The ocean was finally in view, a mere twenty meters ahead of you, but you couldn’t anymore. Your arms felt like they were moulded to the sand. You were no longer able to lift them, just merely dragging them a centimeter every time, making the sand clump up and make it even harder for you to continue. But you just couldn’t. You were so tired. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move, it almost hurt to think.

Jotaro tried his best to urge you to keep going, pushing on your back or briefly slinging one arm around you to shove you that small bit further before he had to use it to drag himself again, but it was starting to become futile.

Josuke and Okuyasu suddenly jumped off of Jotaro’s back, landing on the sand. “Josuke!” Jotaro warned but the pup merely looked back with a determined look.

“We’ll continue ourselves! You need to carry Y/N more than us!”

Jotaro gritted his teeth as he looked from the two in front of him to you. 

Letting out a frustrated noise, he knew they were right and he grabbed your arm, slinging it over his shoulder before he started shuffling you so that you were resting on his back, your arms around his neck.

“Just hold onto me.” He spoke, panting a little himself. You were not the only one who was exhausted, but Jotaro was doing a lot better than you were, physically.

Only having enough thought to link your hands together around his neck, you were a heaving mess as Jotaro started back up, going in pursuit of the pups who were now about two meters ahead of him. 

Quickly catching up to them, Jotaro kept the pups in line as you all reached the edge of the water in a few minutes.

Looking back one last time, the merman noticed the people had hung back about ten meters ago and he glanced at your head resting on his shoulder. Seeing how slow your breathing was, he wasted no time in getting into the water, grabbing Josuke and Okuyasu as he passed them and throwing them as far into the water as he could one by one.

As soon as he was deep enough in the water, he swished his tail back and forth, breathing the ocean water for the first time in over a month and a half. 

Diving down, finally you were all submerged beneath the water again and Jotaro sighed in relief before letting out a low click to let the pups know to follow as he quickly swam away from the beach, searching for some rocks he could momentarily hide behind. 

In no time he found what he wanted and he shot behind it.

“Go see if you can find gramps. But don’t stray too far.” Jotaro looked back at the pups with a stern look, making his point clear and the pups got the hint to get out of there for now.

They swam away together and started releasing the long distance clicks to try and see if someone from the pod could hear them, leaving just Jotaro and you for a second.

Getting you off his back, Jotaro held onto your waist, feeling how tense and locked up your muscles were as he then took note of how shallowly you were breathing.

The water didn’t flow all the way through your gills, leaving you to just try to take in more which resulted in a continuous loop of shallow and not strong enough breaths.

Moving his grip from your waist, Jotaro wrapped his tail around yours so that he could still hold onto you while he gently grasped your neck. What was less gentle, was how he then proceeded to jam his thumbs into your gills, opening them up and allowing the water to flow through, making you take your first deep and proper breath since returning to the ocean.

Your eyes snapped open at the feeling and you instantly brought your arms up, grasping at Jotaro’s hands to try and get them away from your gills. 

“Don’t.” Jotaro’s curt command stopped you from squirming and your brain caught up to what was going on. “You need to breathe properly. Leave it.” 

Swallowing thickly you tried to just stay still. “It’s not exactly a nice feeling.” Your voice was a little raspy and Jotaro’s lip quirked up a bit in sympathy.

“I know, but it is needed.” As a way to soothe and distract you, Jotaro leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours. 

The kiss was soft and gentle, the rumble starting up in Jotaro’s chest again as he started to move his thumbs back and forth a bit, needing to make sure the entire gill was free and open, no matter how uncomfortable it was for you to do so.

After a few seconds, he slid his thumbs out and instead comfortingly smoothed over your gills, deepening the kiss as he cradled your face, slowly moving his lips with yours now that, for the first time, he was certain there was no one around to look at the two of you. 

With your gills filtering water and providing oxygen, you could continue to keep your lips locked forever, but Jotaro eventually pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“You’re okay?” He spoke as he looked deep into your eyes, his aquamarine ones shining so brightly, even in the water.

“Yeah, everything just hurts a bit right now.” You answered in a light joke-y tone, making Jotaro chuckle a bit in relief.

“Let’s find the pod and you can rest.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before wrapping his right arm around your waist, pulling you close as he slung your left arm over his back so that he could hold it and help you swim. (And totally not so that he could also feel your hand pressing against his abs.)

Starting to swim forward, the larger Mer released two low click sounds, Josuke and Okuyasu almost immediately answering as they came swimming in from the right.

“Y/N!” They both happily exclaimed when they saw you and latched onto you, hugging you happily while you wheezed at the tight squeeze and pain that brought. “You’re okay!” Josuke shouted out before Jotaro could reprimand them for not being careful, the pup having pushed away from you while shouting.

“I’m okay.” You smiled.

“We’re going to find the pod now, come on.” Jotaro got them both moving, the two pups perking up in happiness as they quickly started swimming a few meters in front of you.

Whatever energy they used up to crawl across the beach, they had gotten it back tenfold now at the thought of seeing their family again.

Despite feeling a bit better, swimming was incredibly difficult for you, your tail barely cooperating as you just couldn’t get it to move properly; still immobilised from being electrocuted.

Jotaro was practically doing all the work, both keeping you up, as well as swimming, even though he probably was exhausted as well, and you felt a wave of guilt wash over you.

Opening your mouth, you went to apologise or tell him to just let you swim on your own so he could rest, but Jotaro glared sideways at you the moment you did, Sending you a look that showed he already knew what you were thinking and that you needed to shut it.

Clacking your jaw shut, Jotaro let out an appreciative hum before he squeezed your side, pulling you even further into him, if that were possible, while he started purring. 

Jotaro left the long distance calling to Josuke and Okuyasu, too busy himself with the rumble in his chest for you. He knew where the pod was supposed to be, the calling was mainly a courtesy to let the others know you were coming; which he was pretty sure everyone would appreciate, given how Josuke and Okuyasu had been missing for several days from there - not even to mention he himself.

Yet despite everything, there was no rush. You all would reach the place where the pod set up camp in about twenty to thirty minutes, maybe longer since you were injured and the pups would get tired, but there was no rush nonetheless. 

You were finally back where you belonged.

- - - -

~Epilogue~

Soft, distant clicking alerted the pod something was coming. 

It was there but then it stopped again, leaving everyone to wonder if they actually heard it or if it was just something else. 

But then it sounded again, closer this time. 

Tomoko, Joseph and Keicho and his father were the first to recognise the calls and they got up from where they were, answering with their own clicks as they waited with baited breath. 

And then, about thirty meters away, from around the corner, came two small forms, clicking and calling out happily as they spotted the pod further away.

“Mom, dad!” “Big bro, dad!”

The two pups called out happily, waving and smiling as they swam as fast as they had energy left to do. 

“Josuke, Okuyasu!” All four of them shot forward, going to embrace the pups while the rest of the pod chittered happily upon seeing the familiar faces after several days, swimming in circles around them.

And then someone else turned the corner, having swam several meters behind the two smaller Mer.

“Jotaro!!” Even from far away, Holly immediately recognised her son, tearing up as she flew towards him as fast as she could, her shout making everyone in the pod look up as well. 

Within seconds she had reached him, latching onto his neck and burying her head into his shoulder. “You’re alright!” She cried while Jotaro let out a small noise from the impact, wobbling a bit in the water as he tried to stay upright.

“Careful.” Jotaro grunted as his mother cut off his gills’ water supply. Though that ‘careful’ was not meant in reference to himself. 

Holly let go of him and now seemed to notice the Mer her son had his arm slung around.

“Oh! Sweetheart, are you alright?! What happened to you?” Holly immediately started doting on you, putting her hands on your cheeks as concerned chitters left her. 

“I’m alright.” You smiled at her but Jotaro clicked his tongue, his brows furrowed down.

“You got fried alive, don’t lie.” He glared slightly but both you and Holly knew it was in concern, not anger. 

And that made Holly put two and two together. The closeness, the similar scent, Jotaro willingly touching you, the seemingly matching necklaces, the concern for your well-being higher than all else, even when seeing his own mother for the first time in so long.

The older mermaid gasped happily. “Jotaro, do you have a mate?!”

“Not now.” He tried to brush his mother off.

“Okay~!” She happily said but silently smiled to herself, for, that wasn’t a denial.

Holly then let go of her son and instead went to hang on your right, taking your arm and gently pulling it over her in a similar fashion to how Jotaro had done to you.

“Oh, I- I’m sure I can swim by myself now I-“

“No.” Jotaro’s answer was short and clear, the merman not even humouring your idea enough to look at you.

Even though you were used to him by now and had no problems with his way of communicating, he luckily did have a mother who was a lot better at it. “Nonsense dear, just let us help you.” She smiled at you as the mother-son duo started swimming.

Jotaro mainly ignored everyone as he swam past, them all knowing Jotaro long enough to know that if he was like this it was better to not approach and annoy him. Only his grandfather got a small nod as the pod patriarch when he swam past, the older Mer looking curiously as to what his grandson was doing and who that was with him that got his attention so much.

“Is Y/N gonna be okay?” Josuke’s voice was small as he asked that, fearfully looking at the three Mer swimming away while Joseph’s brows shot up. 

“Who is she? What happened, son?” 

“That’s Y/N. She was stuck with Jotaro at the humans when we got there. And then we all jumped out to escape but Y/N protected us and got hurt really bad. Is she... gonna die?”

With furrowed brows Joseph looked back, just in time to see the three Mer reach the caves and see Jotaro gently bumping his head against hers to keep her attention, the action way too soft for the grumpy Mer in his grandfather’s opinion.

“We’ll take care of her, Josuke.” Joseph assured his son. Tomoko and Suzie Q, who had joined them as well, looked up for a second, realising this small sentence to the pup was actually a way for the patriarch to accept the new Mer into the pod.

Joseph noticed the women’s looks and he held his hands up. “If I don’t, I think Jotaro will rip me apart.”

“So, you think he finally found a mate?”

“I still think that boy is incapable of that, no one would want him, you know how he is. No, but she must have something of a bond with him. Really good friends perhaps?”

“Oh, Joseph, you really are a fool and way too stubborn.” The matriarch of the pod sighed.

“That was an established fact.” Tomoko smirked, making Suzie Q look at her with a sly smile of her own while Joseph spluttered in the background.

- - - -

Reaching the cave he had called his own for years, Jotaro took in a deep breath, feeling his tense muscles from the past two hours relax and release a bit, the fatigue now really catching up to him.

Blinking to stay up and awake a little bit longer, he swam inside with you and his mother. 

He gently put you down on his bed before turning to the other mermaid in the room. “We need some rest.”

Holly understood the silent question and swam over to press a kiss to her son’s cheek, to which he let it happen without fight for once, the month and a half of absence and pure exhaustion resulting in him just taking it.

Beaming a smile, she put her hand on his cheek and turned his head towards her. “Welcome home, Jotaro. I’m so happy you’re back.” She said softly and Jotaro closed his eyes, exhaling deeply as he felt his mother’s touch again.

With that, Holly let go and swam back to the opening, looking back one last time to see her son already joining his mate on the bed, making Holly smile to herself before she fully left.

“Do you think they’ll really be okay with me joining your pod?” You asked, weakly yet worried, and Jotaro put his hand on your waist as he hovered over you.

“They will, especially after you stupidly defended Okuyasu and Josuke and got hurt in the process. And on the slim chance they don’t, I will make them.”

The threat in his undertone made you chuckle a bit which, in turn, made you grimace a bit, the muscles in your stomach contracting and hurting by doing that.

“You’re still so tense.” Jotaro remarked as he squeezed your waist where he had placed his hand, feeling your muscles still locked up and tight. 

“Ouchies.” You softly said with a smile at his squeeze.

Jotaro rolled his eyes a little playfully before leaning his face closer to you and getting a little more sincere. “Will you let me take care of you?” He asked quietly, no volume needed when you were so close.

“Always.” 

Letting out a happy rumble, Jotaro let it devolve into the continuous purr you were so familiar with, the Merman leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips while starting to gently knead and massage your muscles. 

He started with your arms, knowing those were probably the most troubling areas right now. Pulling away from the kiss, he completely focused on what his hands were doing.

It was uncomfortable and slightly hurt, but at the same time felt incredibly relieving. Jotaro’s purring helped with relaxing your muscles, making it easier for him to massage the stiffness away.

He was careful and meticulous, working on your right forearm; pressing his thumbs down by the inside of your elbow and then dragging them down the entire length of your forearm before moving up a bit and massaging circles, only to repeat that process until he felt no more tension.

Not a single spot was skipped or neglected, to both your relief and your chagrin, cause it meant it would take longer, the uncomfortable almost-but-not-entirely-pain feeling persisting.

As if sensing your dread, Jotaro leaned his face down to your shoulder, pressing a small kiss to it before going down a bit. He had been working on your upper arm but now paused momentarily, instead firmly pressing his tongue against your skin and dragging it up.

Different from when he worked on wounds, Jotaro was not careful or soft. His tongue was instead pressing down just as hard as his fingers did while massaging.

He was not unlike a lioness grooming her cub, the lithe muscle working to relax and slightly numb your pain and discomfort.

As he moved higher, he brought his hands back up, massaging the muscles of your upper arm again where he had just been soothingly licking, his fingers now causing a lot less discomfort as your muscles were slightly numbed and more relaxed.

Seeing you react so positively, Jotaro continued with that method. Licking and preparing the next area he would massage while his hands worked on the previous one.

Your eyes were closed as you let him take care of you, a faint chirr coming from your chest that encouraged Jotaro to keep going. 

As he reached your shoulders, moving to sit behind your head to give him a better angle, Jotaro decided to just teasingly lick across your gills. The action tickled and you jerked away slightly, unable to get very far as Jotaro still had a firm fold on you.

He chuckled softly at your reaction and you pouted at him. “And I was just starting to enjoy it.” You whined slightly, making Jotaro bump his head against yours. 

“You’ll enjoy it again.” He assured you as he leaned back down, dragging his tongue over your sternum while keeping eye contact with you. His hands started back up on your right shoulder, kneading firmly and lovingly.

Never would Jotaro have guessed he would enjoy taking care of someone this much. But with how protective he felt over you, it seemed only logical. You got hurt because he wasn’t there in time. Not only was this an apology from him to you, it was also to make it up to himself, making sure you were alright when he couldn’t before.

Of course Jotaro knew you could take care of yourself and stand your ground, hell, you had proven you could. But he couldn’t help the protective instincts. But then again, you didn’t seem to mind them too much either, much to his delight. 

Returning to the task at hand, Jotaro continued to gently take care of you, and by the time he reached your tail, you had fallen asleep.

Noticing this, Jotaro stopped himself momentarily. His hands were on either side of your hips as he gently held you, looking up as he took note of the steady inhalation and exhalation of your gills, an innocent flutter in his chest as he watched the organ open and close. 

Despite everything, you all had made it out. Staying in that tank would have been a death sentence and who knows what else the humans would have come up with. 

Just remembering what happened put a poor taste in Jotaro’s mouth but he just sighed, putting his hand on your stomach and looking at it briefly before focusing back on your tail. 

Right as he was leaning down and about to continue, a familiar feeling washed over the shark Mer and he growled softly in annoyance. 

Lifting himself up again, he immediately got up and swam to the entrance of the grotto pocket he called his own, met at once with his grandfather, mother and, surprisingly, his father - who had just returned from his hunt - trying to act as if they weren’t just trying to spy on him.

“What.” Jotaro growled, annoyance radiating off of him even though he was speaking a little quieter than normal.

“Ah, Jotaro, hi! Uh, nothing.” His grandfather awkwardly chuckled, thankfully having the brain to be a little quiet as well or Jotaro might have lashed out. The Mer was visibly very tired and somewhat agitated now, any small thing could make him throw hands.

“Jotaro, you’re back.” Sadao started, making the tired glare get directed to him.

“Yes. Hi. Get out.”

“We’re just worried about you and curious as to what is going on, Jotaro.” Joseph tried, his gaze specifically honing in on the metal stuck around the younger shark’s wrist, but said shark just let out a ‘Tch.’

“I’ve been spied on and looked at for a month and a half. If you have any questions they can wait.” He growled before slamming the rock that acted as a door shut, pushing it into the opening of the cave.

Jotaro swam back over to the bed in a huff, looking you over and happily noting that you hadn’t woken up or stirred thanks to the commotion. He swam to continue working on your tail but the exhaustion finally caught up with him. His eyes were drooping and even if he did push past it, he wouldn’t do as good of a job as he would like to. He’d finish it tomorrow when you both woke up.

So, with that promise in his own head, he gently joined you on the bed, carefully draping himself beside you before lifting your tail a bit and entwining it with his. It may be a little bit less comfy, but he just wanted to keep as much of you as close as possible. 

His arms were gently draped around you and he pulled you into his chest, burying his head against the side of your head. With a content sigh, he finally allowed his tense muscles to deflate, no longer having to be on constant full alert now that the pod was around to protect against danger. And he fell asleep within seconds, holding you close.

You were both home.

-

The three parents blinked a few times, baffled as they stared at the rock that was just slammed in their face.

“So... he’s alright then?”

- - - -

Bonus:

Tip, don't ever write when it is 2-3am and you are tired as all hell. Cause I did, and then I woke up to this

I  w h e e z e

And as a bonus bonus: Some memes made about the fic made by @ahoge-fish

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[macklives]

session 92 end (bye 413...)

this session was so long but so fucking hectic what the fuck

im going to try and slim it down to its bare essentials rather than go on a full rant because im pretty sure i want to make a post later on about vriska’s characterisation (not anything about me liking her/disliking her, just an analyse on her life really, so it wont be too bias because thats not the point of an analysis. i also want to do one on aradia, been meaning to for a while... hmm... damn i havent done much analogies lately, and i THINK the last long post on a character i made was about davesprite??? so its been a fucking while. that being said, ill leave a lot of details out for this end of session notes so i dont just repeat myself later on. rather will keep to plot points here and then make character points in another)

alright

first we had a page or two where aradia confided in nepeta about her being dead which means nepeta is the only one to know this revelation. im pretty sure aradia confided because there was no other way around it, since nepeta was her server player, so it was inevitable. either way, aradia still put her trust in nep, which means, if you think about it, nobody else knows and nobody else ever will. and considering aradia asked nep to keep it a secret, it probably wont get explored by others until MAYBE later on, whenever its plot relevant, so everyone will be in the dark about it for a while which ill have to remember for future dialogue and scenes with aradia in them

then we met vriska

which, yes, is a meme. i may not have been on a lot of fandom platforms, but you cant escape some of the stuff that goes around the internet. even if you dont know undertale, im pretty sure you know of sans. or komaeda if you have/havent seen danganronpa. its just.. the memes, ya know? ive heard from many sources of the “vriska did nothing wrong” quote (even through mbmbam which??? WHAT) but since i didnt even know what it meant, i never explored it so then i never knew it was a homestuck thing. imagine my surprise...... i think even at the time, i wouldnt have known what homestuck was either honestly so it wouldnt even matter. i only recently learned about the fandom.... uhh, maybe half a year ago??? yeah, august, so my knowledge was slim but vriska is a thing ive heard before, which still shocks me

goddammit

anyways back to her

so her intro was something, we pretty much found out she likes DnD (a FANATIC in fact) and feeds her lusus the flesh of living trolls. which is fucked up. but i wont get too much into detail about that until i make a post about her life on alternia and the consequences of such. or maybe just alternia in general...?? or *both* heheheh but i feel i need more information before i go off on a tangent about that

then we met??? white text dude?? who is a major asshole but an asshole with insults that hURted, to think i felt bad for VRISKA when that happened. woah.

i said before, but... karkat, he cant really hit deep because his insults are just HIM and his way to express himself. like some people find it natural to just go “FUCK YOU” to show emphasis on a point, and thats just karkats way. he may do it so aggressively that it takes you a second to realize what he said, but usually i dont take anything to heart whenever he spurts out some insults. ive progressed to the point where whatever he says, is just “karkat” and not him trying to be actively mean. rather, its now funny whenever he does say anything SOMEWHAT creative, dude has an imagination that goes on for miles

but vriska?? she IS trying to be a bully, you can tell. but i feel theres something much more to that. like shes trying to prove herself and her “blueblooded” demeanours or whatever the hierarchy is. she doesnt want to show emotions so she makes herself a barrier by being mean is what i can gather from her conversation with kanaya. im pretty sure youre not supposed to understand her until its pointed out and rather see her as an “antagonist” at first, but yeah, her insults are more pitiful than anything and i also cant take her too seriously. i may not like her as a person but her character is interesting because you cant always have the goodie two shoes as the protags. it doesnt diversify the characterisation so i like vriska as someone who makes the plot work and it becomes more interesting since you have someone that makes it harder for the main crew to progress. a happy-go-lucky adventure with no trouble and no turnabouts would be boring in a way. so having a character like vriska, or like this new white text guy, it makes you stop for a second and realize oh shit okay, here’s where shit CAN go wrong and WHY. and i do especially like it when these bastards of characters somehow have more depth than being the “bastard characters”. kinda humanizes them in a way. doesnt mean you have to LIKE them continuously, but theyre humans (trolls whatever) in the end and every person has their own story whether its for better or for worse

for example, i like her being placed into the story, along with white text, by how its all leading to this “accident” and is slowly showing us hints on what happened, but in the end, it wont be until later that we know the full story. even if it was in the past, it apparently is very vital to the plot and shapes how the characters act in the future, so important aspects like that are to look out for. and usually they only occur when theres been some trouble within friend dynamics. so without these bastard of characters, plot wouldnt grow AS strong and i often keep that in mind when i explore a story.

anyways, I HAD A POINT TO THIS: so vriska and karkat are characters who are yes, mean, but it seems to be their personality, and the way they either show emotions and convey feelings (karkat) or make a barrier so they DONT show emotions to produce vulnerability (vriska), white text guy seems to mostly be out to be an asshole. he told vriska she was useless to sum it up but im not too sure if this is one of those “first dialogue” to mould out a bias opinion before we even get to the character themselves, but judging by how vriska and karkat played out, he surely means something bad and i dont know how to explain it. but i cannot base anything off from one piece of dialogue. i dont even know what else to call him other than white text guy so...... ill just leave that out for now, until we finally get his introduction

though, i do wish to mention, and will expand on, im not wrong when i say karkat and vriska are similar but in different context. sorry if youre favourite is karkat and you dont like vriska, or vice versa, but uhhhh their introductions are so similar its uncanny and the way they’re portrayed is the same except one is more on crack about the meddling, while the other is angry about the meddling. similar to how it was with karkat, we were introduced to vriska talking with someone we knew (tavros) whom she obviously didnt like, so obviously, from her point of view, she wanted to be menacing. like how karkat was menacing to jade because she wouldnt listen to his point... he got angry, so he lashed out. but us, the readers, didnt know that. we thought “oh god its this asshole” until we made it further in the story and started to warm up to karkat. it may not be the same with vriska, she may be a bully regardless, but you cannot tell me we moulded a bias towards her character as we did when we first read karkat. theyre both truly mean to other people, maybe both for different reasons, but i do want to point out the similarities and not leave that out. im pretty sure andrew basically gave us a conversation that formed our opinion of a character right off the bat rather than go into depth of WHY they did it, and how they are naturally without the conditions of the game. which, you can also see with vriska when she conversed with kanaya. andrew started off with a character who only appears to speak once, and makes you judge them from first appearance alone, without any explanation as to why they said what they said and how they are with other characters, let says. so you assume they were simply a rude character. now look how karkat turned out. so im guessing in homestuck, the first impression should never be the opinion you stick with until MAYBE 5 more conversations with that character (each one different)

OKAY done with the vriska introduction, now to slutquius

yes, hes kinda weird, i have stated that many times. i have no idea what to say about him other than he likes porn, he likes centaur dick which just so happens to be his lusus as well and if that isnt a red flag idk what is

he also likes his lusus milk, right from the udders of his guardian

fun times, fun times

my opinion of equius kinda.. differs. which i should really put in place the “dont judge by first impression” rule, because at first i thought he was rude with, then i thought he was hhh okay, because i understood why he was being so protective over nepeta and her team placement, since the people she was going to play with WERE dangerous. but if you think about it, both sides will probably put you in danger. it just depends on which ones you confide in more to protect your back rather than those which would cause trouble on purpose, in my HONEST opinion. so equius was a little overdramatic on that part, but i got what he meant. he was on the blue team and he didnt want to leave nepeta alone without him on the red. but then this session happened. and he went back to being weird again because of the whole porn thing, especially being so open about it like dude chill youre 13. but the thing is, then i felt bad for him because hes basically touch starved. to say that he could break anything he touches, i doubt people would go up to him for hugs. in fear they would be crushed to death by a simple hug. so im guessing hes rather lonely and doesnt really know how to interact because of this. so i felt sad that he had to live a life where he needs to be careful of everything he touches so it doesnt break randomly. see? poor dude. but then things got weird. and im pretty sure hes a masochist. so my opinion on equius is a fucking cosine graph

which brings us to the final point:

gamzee and equius’ conversation

i dont even know.....like.........gamzee was unaware that equius was using him for his own power play roleplay, right? gamzee knew it was a roleplay but it had had some.. idk.... obvious sexual implications? and i bet gamzee didnt really know that? he thought they were only venting out through a simple roleplay and trying to get closer because he originally thought equius hated him, considering equius flat out said “i hate you” and gamzee went “you tell me everyday and im okay with that” so.. gamzee probably wanted only to get closer to equius so he helped out his little problem which.. thats so sweet but i feel bad he was coerced into something he didnt get, especially since he was innocent enough to go along without knowing equius’ true gain

anyways, equius was getting off with the hierarchy thing. considering he’s “lower” than gamzee, and gamzee is surprisingly ...high on the spectrum??? so equius wanted gamzee to boss him around, because it felt only natural to him since he’s the “inferior one” and gamzee is The Big Man. like i get that, but it was written in a way that was so uncomfortable, that i wish i didnt. equius is just a weird character... hes not BAD per say, but hes... hes something alright

but im really liking gamzee. the two things which struck me in that one conversation, was the “i dont get why we should dictate people by the colour of their blood, i just see people as people” piece of dialogue and “i cant go around pleasing just everything so its alright if you hate me”

thats... so good, idk. i really liked that. i also really liked when kanaya said “youre dangerous but dangerous people are needed and are important because it shapes you” like <33 my fucking heart

god homestuck may be a tad on the weird side with some of its characters but it surely knows how to create great lines of dialogue

and that concludes the long 4 hour session i did, hope you all enjoyed it

with that, i rest

[daisychvins]

｡･ﾟﾟ･ — introduction.

introducing ... violet’s demise ! aka grayson aka her big brother she’s been wiring money to stay away in europe <33333

name: grayson swag money jeon  age: 22 turning 23 (don’t ask me about his sign that’s for liza to figure out someday <3) gender: cis male; he/him hometown: baltimore, maryland sexuality: bisexual & biromantic

listen i was feeling rlly committed to completing his stats but i’m already over it so don’t ask dont tell xx anYWAYS let’s get on to the juicy stuff hehe

i tend to ramble a lot so this intro is gonna be probably a mixture of paragraphs and bullet points and everything in between but let’s start simple. also i rlly wanna emphasize a massive DRUGS TW bc his character largely revolves around his interest in and addiction to drugs

blackmails

grayson is claiming that he's been in a rehab program for the last year and is now completely sober and reformed when he really was just using the money to party and travel throughout europe.

without his parents paying to support him now, he's had to start dealing to make ends meet and keep up appearances. it’s mostly coke, but he dabbles in harder substances depending on what his connections can get him. 

grayson dabbles with calligraphy and was notorious for forging excuse notes and parent signatures all throughout high school and even now sells forgeries for a quick buck. the most notable of these was xavi’s letter of recommendation that helped him get into yale. 

background

grayson is violet’s older brother!!1 yes, that’s right, THE big brother who’s been out of the country getting LIT (and by lit i mean he’s been traveling europe on a series of solo trips w his parents’ money and doin lots of recreational drugs)

i haven’t fully fleshed out the dynamic he has w his parents but just know it’s ,, bad ASDHFJNK basically the jeons treated their children like accessories and expected them to be their little trophies and grayson just was not having that as a kid!!! so he acted out a lot and obviously got himself into a pretty bad scene (thank u goosie) and is basically the bane of his parents existence at this point <3 yet they still try to appease him to keep him under control but that’s for the family task to work out hehehehe

despite hating his parents, he adores both of his siblings. before the drug use started, he was always a big nurturer and would have done anything for either of them......now he wouldn’t be caught dead praising violet but he loves her in secret from afar HSJDFKG

yeah basically he met goose when he was around 15 i think????? and got introduced to drugs around 16 or 17 i wanna say and by the time he graduated high school he was just....a much different person than the soft big brother he used to be. his parents sent him off to europe pretty much as soon as he turned 18 under the guise of going to school internationally, but grayson obviously knew the truth and understood that he was being sent away so he wouldn’t be his parents problem anymore. 

he basically spent the last four years galavanting europe and just....trying to enjoy it???? but it’s hard to enjoy an extended vacation when u have no family or friends on ur side anymore </3 he basically used the money to stay in hostels and worked odd jobs here and there to stay afloat and keep supplied w the...special goods....but yeah lots of drugs, alcohol, sex, and recklessness but he DID learn a couple languages??? or at least enough to get through some pretty basic conversations in most european countries so <3 guess it’s all okay then!!!! 

anyways idk what else to put here that u won’t just find out in the family task so uhhhhhh idk lmk if u need anything else i guess

present/personality

so now grayson is just vibing at yale obviously ummm he actually got super into writing after high school, especially poetry. he used to carry journals full of just random prose about his addiction and his deepest thoughts, as well as probably some lighter stuff about his love escapades or maybe goose idk...basically he used poetry as an outlet and it allowed him to really ground himself and find his place in the world even if it didnt include who he thought it would SO with that being said, grayson got into yale due to a poetry competition he was a part of. he saw some big fancy competition being advertised and on a whim decided to submit some poem about his struggles with addiction and losing his family (a v raw piece that he didn’t expect to ever see the light of day) and he actually ended up winning! it caught yale’s attention and they invited him to apply and, knowing how much it would probably disturb his little sister, grayson very smugly applied and was pretty stoked to see he got in 

because that poem gained such publicity, it was assumed that he was a survivor of addiction and was writing from a sober perspective. he didn’t want to correct anyone, so he just went with it and has basically crafted this story about his massive success and has become an advocate for addiction treatment and rehabilitation. of course, none of the companies that sponsor him or the events that host him as a motivational speaker know that he’s snorting lines in the bathroom beforehand or dealing to half the elites, but that’s between grayson, god, and the blackmailer !

basically grayson showed back up because of violet’s blackmail being exposed. he was off in europe, unable to defend himself, and with a massive vendetta against his family so he decided what better way to reenter society than by publicly outing himself as a martyr <3333 his plan is basically to bash the family name to fulfill whatever angsty coming of age arc he has in store for him to make up for the pain of being sent away .... really angsty yeah </3 rip grayson 

anyways yeah he’s a total fake. he’s been using his status as a martyr to his advantage a lot, the best example being his recruitment into the elites. he guilted them into accepting him by discussing the PR benefits of recruiting a member that struggles with addiction and how supporting addiction treatment and second chances would be such a good look for them. like he basically threatened to publicly expose them for denying him due to his troubled past and accuse them of being exclusionary so they said boop ! ur in. now the elites are proud advocates for second chances <3333

i would describe grayson as fearless, overconfident, infamous due to his condition being exposed recently, a little gloomy, he’s kind of just got this chip on his shoulder and feels like he has something to prove....he’s gotta be better than his parents, gotta stick it to them and to violet and to everyone who doubts him. he’s a grumpy guy with a massive vendetta and a need for some kind of justice. he just doesn’t know what that is yet. despite all of the bad, however, he’s genuinely a pretty good guy. he’s really goofy and a genuine person, pretty friendly with literally everyone until they give him a reason not to be. basically, unless you are a member of the jeon family he probably likes you or is at least cordial to you (unless we plot differently ofc but u know). he’s just a big lovable dummy with some sweet drug connects and a knack for poetry. he also knows calligraphy but that’s beside the point . 

idk if this is enough to describe him but yeah if u have any questions just let me know hehe

this is probably gonna make things hard but considering violet was just exposed i think that he’s pretty new to yale ???? like probably just transferred in/started this spring semester rather than being here for the entire year/a prolonged amount of time so most of our plots will likely have to be newer/center on him first showing up OR we can establish their connections from pre-europe which is also fine w me....idk i didnt rlly think this timeline through so let’s just plot and see what happens aghbfjnd anyways i included some connection ideas to help us all just in case

wanted connections

i’d say he’s the honorary dealer of the elites aghbdfjn so literally anyone who needs a plug could be a potential connection. we can obviously tweak this and customize it to each character <3

maybe someone who met grayson in europe. they could have travelled together for an extended period of time or even just a brief encounter. he was over there for four years, so the possibilities are endless. 

building off the last one, this same connection could work with a romantic interest. maybe they were romantically involved for a time in europe and fell out of touch or maybe grayson/your muse just left in the middle of the night and they never saw each other again until now and maybe there’s some unresolved feelings/one-sided longing or need for closure. it could also be that they just hooked up whenever this person was in the area and that was that, no strings attached. 

maybe someone who genuinely believes that grayson is actually sober and really admires his strength and idk maybe they’re struggling w their own issues and seek advice from him or maybe they just make it harder for him to actually do his thing bc they’re constantly around and it’s not like they can catch him strung out and acting up 

someone in the literature department or with a background in english or writing. someone he could read poetry to, or share his favorite lines with. someone who’s taken the same professors and can tell him who to watch out for or what to expect. idk i just want him to have someone to share his passions with. maybe a little crush is forming? maybe they’re just friends who share a love of fiction? idk i’m open to literally anything 

he’s sort of a motivational speaker now bc he advocates for rehabilitation resources and stuff so like maybe ur muse saw him give a presentation or participate in some kind of seminar and they called bullshit on him after the show bc they were like,,, bro i literally saw u partying w max and avery last weekend what the fuck are u on about and now they could potentially hold that blackmail over his head hehe......

exes plots are always fun we love angst in this house 

fuck it let’s bring another family member BHJFNGKM no but grayson rlly is a nurturing guy and like....definitely develops unhealthy attachments to cope w his loss of family so he’d love all the sibling-like bonds he can get to kinda numb the pain of “””””losing””””” violet 

if none of these interest you i’m literally so down for anything pls just let me know and i’m happy to brainstorm always <333333 

thank u for reading this....smooch . 

[yamithediaperdork]

Little beast (New beast boy graphic novel verse)

Garfield Logan groaned as he woke up. it was a stupid bright sunny morning, which was a OK thing on the weekend, but it just rammed in the fact for the teen that he was going to be wasting anther day at high school while the world was clearly telling me to come out and enjoy it. Still, there's wasn't anything the shorty could do about it so trying to shake off the grumpiness he sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleepiness out of them before hauling himself up and hanging onto the edges of the crib bars that surrounded his 'bed'. Like most boys his age Logan had stopped wearing PJ's to bed and instead wore just a white t-top and his undies. However unlike most boys in his age group his underwear of choice wasn't boxers or briefs, it was a thick bulky diaper with a nursery print on it, that pushed his legs apart and drooped badly as he yawned and looked over to the baby monitor. "I'm awake, and I need a change." He called out, running a hand though his hair and hoping that it would be Tank who came and got him, not Mike.

Ever since that day he'd gone and eaten that super hot pepper, Gar who had been aiming for the nick name of Beast boy, had ended up crapping his pants and just couldn't seem to stop. he had the nick name of Beast baby now, though if his classmates only knew how true that was they'd of been shocked (or laughing their butts off) As far as anyone at school knew Gar was back out of diapers after a week of being a smelly little guy, but in truth not only was he still into the 24/7, his Boyfriend had decided to go all out and make him a big baby. That meant thick massive diapers at home, cribs and playpen, and of course lots and lots of baby bottles. Gar hadn't been thrilled about it at first but since it was pointed out the apartment him and Tank shared was in tank's name and tanks parents were paying for it, his only choice was to do as 'daddy' said, or move back home. Still that hadn't made the next step in their relationship any easier, with tank deciding that since beast boy was just his widdle guy, he couldn't get/take the savage poundings tank used to give his little boy toys back door anymore and had gone and hooked up with one of Gar's old bullies Mike. To say Mike found Gar's permanent babyhood amusing was a understatement, though Gar tried his best to make sure most of his smelly diaper changes were handled by his new 'daddy' as revenge, something Mike hated to do.

Cuddling in their sleep in the master bedroom down the hall, Mike and Tank groaned as Gar's voice came over the baby monitor. gar might of been hella cute and adorable, and most of the time Tank loved looking after his little guy, but that didn't make changing a shitty diaper before your first cup of coffee in the morning any easier. "It's your turn." Both of the bigger and stronger boys said in unison, and then both laughed. "No way. I changed him before bed last night after you had the brilliant idea to make tacos for supper." Mike said, rolling over and looking tank in the eyes. "and I handled changing his diaper in the middle of the night when he almost had a blow out. so it's YOUR turn." Tank said and broke into a big grin. "..Your the one that made him a big baby! so clearly-" "Mike?" "yeah?" "If you ever want anymore of my amazing dick, go and change the baby. and remind him it's a staff holiday today." Tank said and rolled over, smirking as mike pouty. "..Your fucking lucky your dick is amazing." Mike finally grumbled, sliding out of bed in only his boxers. "mmmmhmm.. and if gar wants to say up, you can keep a eye on him." Tank called. "...you better be fucking me stupid later." Mike huffed and stormed out of the room. "heh..like that was ever in doubt."

Mike tried to prepare himself mentally as he walked to the nursery. gar was pretty cute most of the time and the power rush that came from making a 18 year old high school senior into a big baby really made the fact he was cucking gar even better but..well. there was just no two away around it, the big baby was freaking toxic.Mike who had done a internship at a dumpster for a class project, and well shared a locker room with a bunch of other sweaty smelly boys, still rated Gar's shitty diapers as hands down the worse thing he had ever smelled and briefly toyed with the idea of just going in long enough to turn off the baby monitor and come back to bed. then memories of the last time he'd let gar get a diaper rash came back and Mike subconsciously rubbed his butt.  the little brat had even gotten to watch while tank gave him the spanking of a life time and put Mike on time out in the corner, though thankfully gar's idea of diapering Mike too had gone unheeded. Not wanting to push his luck and end up sharing a crib with gar, Mike savored the clean air outside of the nursery then opened the door and started to walk in.

Gar pouted a little as stupid Mike came in, but then gave a impish grin as the bigger boys eyes started to water almost right away. "Oh my god!" Mike cried out, a hand covering his nose and Gar giggled in delight. "Pffft light weight, I smelled wayyy worse when daddy changed me." he teased and then since it was gonna be Mike changing him, he patted his butt a few times then waved a hand by it. this would make the smell worse, and send it towards him, while almost making clean up just that little bit harder on poor mike. Now, with most people who changed gar (well OK, it was Tank, mike, his parents and some one shot baby sitters) Garfield tried to be good as gold and not make the clean up take any longer then it needed. But when it came to Mike who was you know, fucking his boyfriend, gar had decided a stinky diaper torture tax was needed. "I swear to god, I'm gonna start putting a plug in your ass at night." Mike groaned, almost gagging then making his way over to the crib. "mmmhmmm. and then when I unleash a massive build up super poopie that you then have to change, that will be better how? Plusssss you heard daddy, I'm too sweet and pure for stuff stuck up mah butt!" Gar giggled. "Sweet and pure my ASS!" Mike groaned. getting the side of the crib down, Mike waited for beast boy to get down on his own, something he would of normally done buttt since he was feeling a little bratty today he held his arms out instead for uppies. "what are you..oh of course." mike groaned, picking gar up under his arm pits and holding him out from his as much as he could and wincing. "Hehehehe Come on 'daddy'..we hafa hurry this up so we can get to school." the 18 year old giggled. "Ugh.. it's a staff day doofus, remember? Let's just get this over with so i can put you back to bed." "oh yeah! I forgot about that...Awesome possum! that means we can go out to the park and play!" Gar said getting excited and stuck his touge out as mike plopped him on his squishy rear onto the changing table. "And two things: I don't wanna go back to bed, I wanna go and play...and you know you just made this diaper change even harder on yourself right?" Gar asked and giggled. "...Damn it!"

With the dirty deed done, Mike triple diapered Gar in a attempt to make the little diaper dork wanna stay inside for at least awhile as he didn't have the energy to get him ready for the park. Gar of course wasn't to happy but Tank had made it clear to him that his opinion how how thick or how many of his diapers he had put on him didn't matter unless he wanted to start wiping his own poopie butt. Since Gar wasn't the biggest fan in the world on his dirty diapers anyways aside from using them to torment Mike, he conceded the point but still found himself waddling like a toddler learning to walk as Mike lead the way to the breakfast table. (with gar being such a messy eater since babies didn't really get a fork or spoon and he had to use his hands, Tank and Mike had taken to putting him in just his diapers while he ate.) Getting Gar in his light green high chair (which they had made in wood shop as a joke, or so they'd told everyone) Mike went and got a bowl of cheerios for Gar with some apple slices for him to munch on, and a big baby bottle filled with a mix of baby formula and pablum in it to help keep the little guy full. unsurprisingly, Gar who tended to get bored during breakfast since tank had a no TV at the table rule ended up making a bit of a mess when he tried to see if he could make applesauce by crushing the apple apples in his hands. "you know, for someone who says he could be a big boy.." mike teased while using a wash cloth on Gar's hands, face and chest. "I'm high maintenance and demand to be amused!" Gar giggled and blew a raspberry. "You know, when you don't smell like shit you're a cutie." Mike chuckled. "witch please, I'm ALWAYS cute!" the smaller boy said knowing while Mike didn't care of he swore or not, one never knew when tank would just pop up and then gar would be blowing soap bubble for a hour.

After getting gar cleaned up and a quick diaper check (Gar of course knew when he went, most of the time, but had been told not to say anything unless he started to get itchy so Mike and Tank could be like proper daddies and give him bum checks) Mike tugged on a green with purple trim on the sleeves, bottom and neck barney t-shirt on Gar and then added a pair of striped green and purple socks before taking him to the living room, and mostly picked that outfit because he knew how over barney Gar was. "Gahhh, How many times do I have to tell you and tank? Paw patrol is where it's at these days! it's like you trying to make me a laughing stock on the play ground!" Gar huffed. "..right because the fact you in diapers and the like means your Mr. cool." Mike said deadpan. "Well..uh..with the little kids i hang out with..they think I'm super cool and stuff so.." gar said, blushing badly and squirming. "or they did till they told me how lame barney is!" "mmmhmm..well when you outgrow all of your barney stuff or come up with the money to cover replacing all of it. then you can choose. it's not me o r Mike's fault you begged and whined for a barney themed birthday party and got all this stuff." "..Your such a butt hole sometimes!" Gar huffed and stomped away as best he could in his massive diapers, turning on the tv and putting it on the preschool channel. "and how will I ever recover from such a savage verbal beat down." Mike chuckled softly, grabbing his tablet and plopping on the couch, bringing up YouTube. "Move back from the TV some diaper boy, or your gonna need coke bottle glasses." Gar turned around and blew a raspberry at Mike, but as he did a muffled fart came out of his bottom and he blushed badly again. "heh, awww, in stereo!" Mike teased.

Tank only slept in for anther hour or so, and when he walked out, dressed he shook his head a little and smirked as Mike had apparently gone back to sleep on the couch. Gar and Mike, who he knew didn't exactly always get along, must of had a anther semi little fight because as tank looked on, semi hidden by a corner and with gar more giggling and smirking, the little guy had gone over and had his diaper butt a inch at most away from Mike's face and was staining to fart or mess himself. "hehehehe I'll show you who's cool!" Gar said softly, a impish grin on his face when he wasn't staining. "Garfield  Mark Logan, would you like to explain what your doing?" Tank asked, his voice loud enough to make Gar jump and while not intended, wake up Mike who went to sit up. and went face first into gar's diaper butt, knocking the big baby off balance and sending Mike back onto the couch, and gar who was struggling to keep from falling fell backward, butt on Mike's face as he let out a muffled but loud fear poot "D-Daddy! I uh..er.." gar stammered and gulped. "-sigh- Sweetie get off of mike's face and come over here, i think we need to have anther little talk about manners."

one shower for mike later (and several tooth brushing as he claimed he could still taste gar's funk in his mouth)  Mike came out to find Gar sitting in his high chair, and writing out lines on a piece of paper with a crayon. "heh, soo actually punishing him for a change i see." Mike said, smirking. "Actually from what i understand, you were a bit of a butt yourself this morning." Tank said. "...I changed his shitty diaper and got him semi dressed!" "and teased him about the barney stuff when I know he had paw patrol stuff clean. admit it, you were trying to rile him up." Tank said, arms folded. "Noooo I uh just..well see.." mike huffed and suddenly got a little worried for the safety of his buns. Leading Mike over, with Mike now in a pair of jeans and a beater, he was sat down at the table too, and gar looked up and giggled, then went back to work. Looking over Mike saw that gar was writing out 'I will not try and fart on peoples faces' then noticed there was a pencil and a sheet of paper for him too. "..you gotta be joking." "Spanking you two isn't getting us anywhere, so i figured I'd try lines. but if you rather go over my knee.." Tank said, trailing off and smiling. "Soooo what am i writing?" "I will stop being a bully unless I wanna end up in diapers. 100 times." Tank said and gar giggled lots. "..How many lines does he have to do!" Mike huffed, but started to write. "20! and I'm done daddy! see!" Gar said, and held up his paper. "Oh that's bullsh-" Mike started and cut himself off as tank gave him a look. "..Dookie. bull dookie." he finished weakly. "gar's just a little boy, your suppose to be a daddy and should know better. " tank said, helping gar out of his high chair. "Now you better hurry up and finish that fast if you wanna come to the park with us. otherwise you can stay here and clean the apartment." Tank said, setting gar on his hip. "You know your totally playing favorites right now." Mike huffed, but wrote faster. "mmmhmm, just remember which one of you gets dick, and which one of you gets to hump a stuffie once a month and ask yourself if you wanna be in Gar's shoes right now." Tank said and winked as gar went from giggling and smirking to blushing and pouting.

in the end Mike ended up having to stay behind, as while he did manage to get all of his lines written by the time Gar was changed into just one diaper, a light black diaper shirt, and blue denim coveralls with a paw patrol logo on the front pocket, he'd misspelled some words and honestly tank was sure he'd just tried to scribble the last ten lines. as such with gar watching in clear delight Mike had been stripped, spanked on his buns 20 times which had left the jock on the verge of tears, and the best part, had been put in one of beast boy bulky over night diapers. "Now get your butt back to that chair, and i want 300 lines, nice and neat, spelled right, and then you can go for a nap." Tank said. "But..but..I'm a daddy!" Mike whimpered and whined.and stomped a foot not realizing how it made him look. "Not today! today yer my baby brother!" Gar giggled and chuckled. "be thankful I'm trusting you to stay home alone and not taking you to the park..because we don't have any pants in your size that would fit over your diaper." Tank said. "TANK! you wouldn't!" Mike yelped and squirmed lots. Interestingly Tank noticed that Mike was semi tenting his diaper. "I would and you know it. and don't get any silly ideas about using the potty. I locked the door. and I marked your diaper so I'll know if you remove it." Tank said. helping gar get his sneakers on the smaller boy made sure daddy wasn't looking and stuck his touge out at mike who returned the gesture, only for Tank to look up from doing up the laces. "what are you doing?"  Tank asked. "I uh.." "he was sticking his touge out at you daddy! I wasn't gonna say anything cuz i know you hate tattle tales." Gar said quickly. "Tank, is that true?" "No! I uh.." Mike paused, he knew if he said gar started it there was no way tank would believe him. "I still have fart funk on my touge and trying to get it off." he finished lamely. "...heh. Ok. well in that case." Tank reached into gar's diaper bag, and tugged out a bottle of orange juice and handed it to Mike. "Drink up little guy. I expect that allll gone when i get back." "O-Oh but I uh..w-wouldn't dream of taking Gar's drink s-so I'll j-" Mike started but it was gar who cut him off. "no no no, i insist! it's my fault you got a icky taste in your mouth. I'm more then willing to share." The little imp said, grinning ear to ear. "aww! isn't that sweet? what do you say Mikey?" Tank asked, and again a look down confirmed that while Mike looked humiliated and ready to hit someone, he was fully tenting his diaper now. "...Thank you Garfield." "your welcome." "heh, I might have to keep you both in diapers more often, I think that's the nicest you've been to each other in awhile." Tank teased, opening the door. "oh and Mikey, one last thing while we're gone." "What?" the mortified and oddly horny boy asked. "Don't jerk off in your huggies or I WILL put you back in them for a month." Tank said, and then just smirked as Mikey started to jerk around in his seat. "guess I'm stopping off by the drug store on the way home." he said and left with gar, leaving poor mike to finish his hands free orgasm in his thick diaper.

As they walked down the hall towards the stairs, Garfield was oddly quiet and looked thoughtful. "penny for your thoughts little guy." Tank said, the diaper bag over one shoulder and getting gar set on his hip as they took the stairs. "Ummm.. if Mikey was my new daddy, and i was the baby, but now he's a baby, does that mean I'm back to being a big boy?" he asked. "heh, think about what we're going out and doing, and how your dressed." Tank said. "Now think about your question again and tell me what you think." "...ok fair enough." gar said and nodded, but still looked thoughtful. "now what's on your mind?" "Does this mean we have to go and find ANTHER new daddy? orrr do you think Mike will go back to being a big boy?" "well, considering how that bottle we gave him was your happy pee pee one, I was gonna make you get wood at the playground, and I'm gonna keep him in diapers for a month for every time he cums.. I'm gonna say chances are we need to go daddy shopping." Tank chuckled. "hehehehe my daddy is so evil! and i wuv it!" Gar coo'ed and nuzzled into tank.

sitting at the table, on the verge of tears, Mikey sucked on the joke cockfier he'd gotten Garfield a few weeks early. he'd taken a few big month fulls of the baby bottle after cumming his brains out, and was thinking about how stupid and mean it was tank was gonna make him be a dumb big baby. Just thinking about how horrible it was gonna be to have to wear and use diapers all the time, and how he was likely gonna be in a high chair too, it was just so humiliating to think about! but as he suckled on the paci, his cock was tenting his diapers again and he found himself looking over at Garfield's high chair more and more. 'don't do it, you know it locks from the back and you'll be STUCK in it!' he thought to himself, drool going down his chin. reaching down and massaging his cock though his slightly soggy from a load already pamper, common sense went bye bye. taking his ba-ba and a stack of papers and some crayons over with him so he could make his new daddy a bunch of pretty pictures, Mike took a seat and locked himself in, the click of the lock making him spurt again, hands free. 'I hope tank never let's me be a man again!' the poor ex daddy thought, and dehydrated, took anther mouthful of his extera large ba-ba.

The end

[davieslandon]

discord || text ☎ avery

Who: Landon and @amchopraofficial​ Mentioned: @monroephile​ @lorencourtier​ @aaronhart93​ Where: Throuple Pride Event Description: Landon sees Avroe getting it on and texts Avery about it. 

Big Bro I saw you Hehehehehehe Lil Sis jfdsgkdhfgkjdhf i saw you too you and tall boy close, i take it? 😜 Big Bro Idk really I want to be though hehe What about you? 😏 Lil Sis certainly seemed like it lmao fsgkjdfhgkjdfhg shush 😂 Big Bro NO SHUSH You had your own private booth 😂 Lil Sis DFJGKHFGJKHGJHG can't best friends hang out?? 😇 Big Bro Sureeeeeeeeeeee That���s not what I do with Aaron when I’m in a booth with him alone 😉 Lil Sis jfdgshgkjdfhggg we’re close Big Bro I could tell haha Lil Sis we're... you're not buying any of this, are you? Big Bro What do you think? NO Lil Sis ASDJKFHDKFJGDHFFD FINE! I'M IN LOVE WITH HER! I've been in love with her since the moment i met her and i'm really fucking scared of losing her Big Bro 😱😱😱 Seriously?? Wow From what I’ve seen I don’t think you would lose her if you told her Lil Sis she's... she's my best friend, Lan. Mars and Monroe are the most important people in my life and i'm just... i'm just constantly scared of losing the both of them when i look into my future, i see her. i see the rest of my life with her in it. i've been trying to tell her since New Years and i just god idk i don't know how to tell her some times, i think that she might love me back. but i'm scared that i might be seeing things that aren't there and i just... i can't lose her too Big Bro I don’t think she would have done what she did with you in that booth if she didn’t like you just a little I know it’s a risk and I know that having kids makes it harder But you don’t want to wait until it’s too late Lil Sis ... maybe you got me there i want to try to tell her soon but every time i have, something or someone always interrupts us mars has literally interrupted me 30 times and ellie interrupted me earlier when i almost told her i just... i want more with her. i'm already so happy with her and i just... i just want to spend the rest of my life being happy with her i love her, man. i love her and mars more than anything Big Bro Go to the booth again I’ll stand guard so no one interrupts you and you can tell her Fool proof plan! Awweee 🥺🥺 you’re going to make me emotional I’m so happy for you that you found someone like that Lil Sis flgshdkfhgsfgl landon... i am not going to tell her i love her for the first time with you standing there not that i don't appreciate it! but it'll kinda ruin the moment akjfghdfkg she makes me so happy Big Bro ....I’ll stay a little bit away? Lil Sis her and mars... this is the first time in years in which i felt like i deserve to be happy. that i deserve to be loved. that despite all of my stupid and bad mistakes in the past, i can be more than that and they're the ones who helped me believe that she's the one who helped me believe that luca and max... i was constantly thinking of ways as to why it'd never work with them and why i was bad for them, why it'd never last but with her? god... i still have so much i need to work on with myself, but i want to be able to do so and have her support i trust her more than anyone and i just... i love her, man. i love her i love her i love her and no skjfghfdkj but thank you cuz i do not promise us staying "family-friendly" for too long lmfaooooooo Big Bro You know what that means right? That what you feel for her is real Otherwise it wouldn’t be so different from how it was with Luca and max Ohhhhh I mean I’ve already seen things that I can’t unsee But yeah that makes sense I guess hahaha Lil Sis i love her, man. i just... need to find the right moment to tell her. preferably one in which mars is staying at max's and we're completely alone and end up without any distractions JSDFHKDJFGI CAN'T BELIEVE WE DID THAT but absolutely no regrets 😏 but anyways sdfjgkhdkjsgh HAPPY PRIDE! Big Bro If you want me to take him at some point so you can have some alone time let me know 😏 Elle would love a sleepover Hehehehe I know the feeling HAPPY PRIDE!! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do 😘 Lil Sis sfhgkjdfghfkjd omg thank you 🥺 mars would love that, he misses his 'peppa' bahahaha considering your little show on the dance floor, i would expect so 😜 KASJFHKJGHFKG omg lmao we're going to be heading home soon. needed to get some drinks lmao Big Bro How many peppa pig episodes are they going to make me watch? 😭😱 Hahaha if there’s a round 2 I’ll promise you won’t have to see anything Awwee okay, I’ll see you sometimes soon I guess Lil Sis not sure but at this point, neither of them are gonna have our accents, bud 😭 fgjhfdjkghdfkj if there is a round 2, congrats ya big slut! 😂 lmao perfect. i'm sorry that we didn't get to really hang out tonight though i tried to spend time with other people early on... but i missed her too much, you know??? 🥺 Big Bro Noooooo Elle needs to have a Donny accent It’s a must I don’t know yet but I’ll try 😏😏 It’s fine, you had better things to do Literally Lil Sis lmaoooo i'm trying to get Mars to have a Londoner accent though who knows, considering it might be some mix of mine, Roe's, and Max's dfkjgdfjkg i'm rooting for you!! 😂 skjgdfhgkjfdhkgj shush most definitely a fun night, that's for sure Big Bro Yeah that’s probably not going to happen...we’re surrounded by too many Americans 🥺🥺 Thank you thank you I’ll try my very best Oh believe me I know Lil Sis sigh... i'd say 'damn Yanks', but my favourite person is American. so i can't fdgkjfhg slut it up, buddy boy! you deserve it lmao BY THE WAY... did i /really/ hear you and aaron singing "what makes you beautiful" at some point?? or was that a fever dream??? Big Bro Yeah don’t say that or we’ll have some very angry people running after us 😂 Ohhhh that might have happened yeah Aaron was trying to make me feel a little better I might have even pulled his pants down during his solo hahaha Lil Sis i'll most definitely say it to Aaron though bahahahaha fjhgjkfdhgkjd fucking awesome, i'm almost disappointed i missed that Big Bro Do it, I already had him running after me all over Throuple he won’t be able to keep up with you 😂 Lil Sis heh heh heh Big Bro I’m sure there’s a video of it running around somewhere you could see Lil Sis fjdghdjfg perfect!!! i'll show it to monroe, i'm sure it's great lmao Big Bro Hahaha that’s not embarrassing at all Lil Sis what are lil sis's for? 😇 Big Bro Good point Well I’ll let you go enjoy yourself some more Make me proud sis 😏 Lil Sis fghsjfdkghfkj shhhhh have fun slutting it up! make me proud bro 😏 Big Bro I will! Lil Sis wow, we truly are quite the duo lmao go team! Big Bro 😎😎

[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels, Triple H x Fem Reader- “Three’s Company”

December 1997, around the same time of that D Generation X strip poker moment.

The WWF's Attitude Era, which would be why we still have the WWE today and would save the WWF from going out of business and losing to WCW, is in its early stages (though some could argue and debate it's already started).

And Shawn Michaels and Triple H, who was once as a classy stuckup 1800's gentleman named Hunter Hearst Helmsley, have now formed a tagteam known as D Generation X.

Both Shawn and Triple H are so sexy, you're enamored with both of them, and became enamored with them both in 1996.

And y'know what that means: a threesome!

Though, you've had a few threesomes with them both, but not a threesome like this tonight.

You were in an empty room with the two of them, the 3 of you were all completely naked, as naked as the day you were all born and not a single stitch of clothes on any of your bodies.

The door was locked to keep from anyone entering the room (which you didn't want).

Trips was lying down on his back, his body was lying all across the couches seats.

You were sitting on his lap, your legs on opposite sides of his body like you were riding a horse.

Shawn was resting his forearms on the arm of the couch.

You were bouncing and riding up and down Triple H's cock, his hands were on opposite sides of your hips, holding your hips while you rode his shaft.

While that was all going on, your face was close to Shawn's face, one of your hands was behind his head, running your fingers through his long brown locks.

Your lips were attached to Shawn's lips, your mouth was open and so was his.

Your tongues were wrestling, fighting and clashing in each others mouths, tasting each others tongues, going up and down, twisting, tossing and turning.

While you were French kissing Shawn, Trips' head was reclined on the arm chair Shawn was resting his forearms are, your breast was right in front of Triple H's face.

Triple H opened his mouth and craned his head closer to your breast, where he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, your nipple now in his mouth.

With that, he then trailed his tongue all around your breast in a circle, making your nipple feel so good.

Your nipples were very sensitive, even more sensitive than your clitoris, and you loved Triple H doing this to you.

With the other breast left all alone, Shawn opened his eyes, noticing one of your breasts left all alone while the other breast, or rather, nipple, inside of Triple H's mouth.

Shawn had an idea.

When will Triple H cum? And when will you cum?

No, that wasn't Shawn's idea, but an observation from you.

Shawn then pulled his head away from you, breaking the kiss in between the two of you, the two of yours lips departing made a loud lipsmacking noise.

You then opened your eyes when Shawn pulled away from you.

Why'd he break the kiss? you thought.

"Why'd you stop kissing me?" you asked.

"I wanna do this to you" Shawn replied.

"What?" you asked.

You can't believe you're asking a question while someone's thrusting in and out of you.

Shawn then craned his head further into your breast Trips was running a circle around with his index finger, patting and swatting Trips' hand away.

"What are you doing?" Triple H asked Shawn.

"What you're doing to her that doesn't involve my cock in her pussy" Shawn replied loudly. "I'm shouting so you can hear over the thrusting and moaning".

Shawn then craned his head close to your breast that wasn't in Triple H's mouth.

He opened his mouth and wrapped his mouth around your nipple and began sucking it, which would end up becoming DX's catchphrase (yes, I know it's "suck it", not "sucking it").

Like Triple H, the tip of Shawn's tongue ran around your areola in a circle over and over again.

You had two men sucking and licking your breasts, licking your areolas.

Two very sexy men, who just so happened to be pro-wrestlers.

With Shawn's mouth no longer attached to yours, now you could moan loudly and not have it inside of Shawn's mouth.

"Yessssssss, yeaaaaaaah!" you moaned, moaning like Meg Ryan in that iconic restaurant scene in "When Harry Met Sally "Fuck me harder! Hard and deep!".

The friction Trips was causing when he vigorously thrusted in and out of you, although, not so much that his cock would end up entering and breaking your uterus.

Your skin was feeling so hot and warm, so was his, for that matter.

Your eyes were clenched shut, your mouth was slightly downturned while Trips was fucking you hard.

Trips then suddenly gripped his hands and fingers hard in your hips, his eyes shut tightly and his mouth in a hard grimace, like he stubbed his toe.

His cock burst a load of cum inside your cunt, his sperm was now entering your uterus, about to impregnate you...NOT!

Why?

You took a birth control pill to prevent you from getting pregnant.

Hopefully you won't get pregnant.

You felt Triple H's hands gripping tightly on your hips.

It hurt a bit, leaving behind pink colored finger prints on your hips.

His cock was still inside your pussy though, albeit not thrusting in and out of you, and, opening your eyes, you noticed his chest heaving up and down, he was breathing heavily like he was finished running a marathon.

He came inside me, and you felt his cum burst inside you.

You hadn't cum yet, drat.

Maybe you'll cum when Shawn's dick is in your cunt.

When you're in a threesome, and someone has came inside you, that means it's time to switch.

You then moved your hand to Shawn's chest, where you patted his chest a few times with your hand.

Shawn's eyes burst open, looking up at you.

"What?" he asked.

"Trips' came in me" you said. "And when a man cums in me and we're having a threesome, that means it's time to switch".

"I just sucked and licked your tit!" Shawn exclaimed, sounding frustrated.

He was just sucking and licking your tit and enjoying it, but now it's time to switch?

"You can suck my tit when you're fucking me, like Triple H was!" you fired back.

You didn't try to sound angry when you replied back to Shawn.

You then raised your body off of Trips' cock, his dick was wet and slippery from being inside your wet, creamy, salty pussy, until his cock was no longer in your pussy.

When you got off of him, he got up off the couch and Shawn laid himself on his back across the couch's two seats, laying like Triple H was.

Y'know, Shawn could've jerked off while he was making out with you and pleasuring your nipple, but he doesn't want to cum before his dick is inside your cunt.

Triple H then took a few steps to where Shawn was originally positioned; by the arm of the couch.

"Y'want to make out with me like Shawn was making out with you?" Triple H asked you.

Oh boy, that's a hard decision.

"Trips" you said to him. "I would love to make out with you while riding Shawn's dick, but I want to suck your cock, clean your cock off, since it's all covered in cum, but I'm afraid when I first suck your cock and make out with you after, you'll taste my cum flavored breath!"

"You could suck my dick after we make out!" Triple H snapped.

"Touché" you responded.

Shawn's dick was standing completely still and erect, waiting for you to ride it and he's probably getting impatient from listen to you and Triple H argue.

"Sorry, Shawn" you said, looking at him. "Now, where were we?"

You then hopped on Shawn's lap like you were riding a horse, positioned like you were positioned on Triple H's lap previously, and lowered your body down, until you sunk your pussy down in Shawn's cock.

You felt Shawn's hard cock entering and pushing through pussy hole, your pussy was as hot as he was (hehehehe).

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, followed by your eyelids covering the whites in your eyes, your head tilted and arched back and a moan escaped from your agape mouth

The same process happened with Shawn, where his eyes rolled in the back of his head, his eyelids shut the whites in his eyes, and he tilted his head back.

He placed his hands on your hips, holding your hips while you were about to ride him.

Once you reached the bottom of his shaft, you began bouncing up and down his cock like you were riding one of those bouncy balls from your childhood.

Shawn gripped his hands tightly on your hips like a pair of early 2000's hip hugger jeans, holding you, trying to make sure.

His thumb pad pressed hard in your flesh, his fingers were sinking deeply in your skin behind your back hips.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Shawn!!!" you moaned and cried. "Yesssss, Daddy! Fuck me harder, Daddy!"

With you bouncing up and down Shawn's cock, Trips didn't even know if you should be making out with him or sucking his cock since you were busy being fucked by Shawn.

Ah well.

Triple H then craned his face closer to your face, his eyelids shutting while he pulled his face closer to yours, and his mouth attached to your lips like a magnet on a refrigerator, fitting atop of your mouth.

You noticed and felt Trips' lips on your lips, where your eyes burst open.

It was Triple H kissing you, but of course it was.

When you saw your lips on Trips' mouth, you closed your eyes and pulled Trips in for a kiss, putting your hand behind his head and pulling him closer to your face.

With his face right in front of yours and your hand behind his head, while you were kissing his lips, your lips and his attaching and breaking apart over and over again, you ran your fingers through his long, gold tresses, like your hand was a comb or a hairbrush.

He has such slick, beautiful, Pantene-esque hair.

You ran and combed your fingers through his long blond locks over and over again, like your fingers were a literal comb or hairbrush.

And speaking of over and over again, your lips and his lips made these lip smacking sounds every time they parted apart, only to be joined again.

While your lips were attached to his, you crept your tongue into his mouth, trying to titillate his tongue and even wrestle (ba-dum-tsssh) with his tongue.

Trips noticed and felt your tongue in his mouth, and he returned the favor.

You wanna wrestle my tongue? You're gonna.

His tongue snuck in your mouth, trying to wrestle with your tongue.

The two of yours tongues were twisting and turning in each others mouths, feeling each others tongues inside each other.

You were still letting some moans out, releasing them out of your mouth into Trips' mouth, while Shawn was still fucking you, and while you were trying to French kiss Triple H.

And speaking of Shawn, he lifted his head  up to your nipple, where he wrapped his mouth around your nipple and began sucking it.

Like he did with your nipple he was sucking previously while leaning on the arm part of the couch, he ran the tip of his tongue around in a circle around your areola over and over again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh" you moaned and whimpered in Trips' mouth.

Your nipples were very sensitive, very sensitive.

And Shawn knew your nips were sensitive.

With your other breast not in Triple H's mouth, Shawn then caressed his hand up your body, both directing his hand to your breast and trying to make you feel good.

Shawn caressing your skin was enough to make you cum, but you hadn't cum yet.

When his hand finally reached your breast, using the tips of his fingers, he tweaked and caressed your nipples, tweaking one of your nipples like a radio dial with your nipple in between his index finger and thumb.

You moaned, cried and whimpered in Trips' mouth, your voice inside Triple H's mouth.

Trips then brushed his lips down your chin, all the way down to your neck, even though you were bouncing up and down Shawn's cock.

You opened your eyes when you noticed Triple H's lips weren't on yours.

But who cares? Things need to change.

His lips sent tingles throughout your body, the hair on your arms standing up and erect.

Hey Shawn Michaels, who sends chills up and down women's spines now?

Though, Shawn is sending chills up and down your spine, and was when he was sucking your tit and kissing you, he's sent chills up and down your spine many times before.

Triple H brushed his lips down to your breast that Shawn was tweaking your nipple, where Trips' moved Shawn's hand off of your breast.

Shawn's eyelids burst open when noticed his hand being shooed.

"What are you doing?" Shawn shouted, doing this so Trips can hear.

"I'm gonna suck her tit, that's what!" Triple H quipped.

Shawn shrugged his shoulders. Makes sense, Shawn thought.

Triple H craned his head close to your nipple, where he wrapped his mouth around your nipple and started sucking it.

Like Shawn, Trips took the tip of his tongue and ran the tip of his tongue around in a circle over and over again on your areola.

He also, using his tongue, was forming and drawing letters of the alphabet on your areola, dragging his tongue across your areola and all over it.

Oy, all of this nipple stimulation is enough to make you cum, will it, eventually?

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!" you moaned, your face clenched and scrunched up, your eyes shut tight.

Your cunt eventually came, your clitoris beating like a heartbeat, white salty cum was now drenching the top of Shawn's cock.

And speaking of cum, Trips remembered his cock, and how it hadn't been sucked yet, yet it's all sticky and covered in cum.

He then pulled his head away from your breast, your nipple leaving his mouth.

Your eyes opened, him moving away from your breast startled you.

You looked down and noticed him pulling away from your breast.

He held his penis, sticky and covered in cum, but hopefully not dried up yet,

He remembered, you thought. You still remembered you needed to suck Trips' dick.

You then pulled your face closer to Triple H's genitals, where you opened your mouth and wrapped your mouth around his cock, where you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.

Your mouth collected and swallowed the salty cum off of his dick, the cum on his cock a mixture of your slippery pussy juices and his own cum.

Your tongue snaked around his shaft, collecting the cum in your mouth, you gulped it down.

And speaking of cum, when will Shawn Michaels cum?

Trips loved you giving a blowjob to him, he could nearly roll his eyes in the back of his head and tilt his head back.

His chest was heaving up and down and his heart was beating fast.

Suddenly, Shawn gripped his hands, or better yet, his fingers, deep into the flesh of your ass, his face clenched tight like he stubbed his toe.

His cock burst a huge load of salty white cum inside your already frothy, wet cunt.

You felt his fingers dipping and gripping deeply in your skin, it hurt a bit, but with Shawn's facial expression, and what you felt inside your pussy, that means he came in your cunt.

Even though Shawn came in your pussy and that meant it was all over, for now anyway, you still had to clean up Triple H's dick.

Shawn opened his eyes, his chest heaving up and down like he was finished after a wrestling match.

And his dick was still inside your pussy.

You then leaned your face even closer into Triple H's genitals, so much, that Shawn's dick was leaving out of your cunt, your pussy dripping white cum, and his cock totally smothered in cum.

Guess you need to suck Shawn's cock eventually too.

You opened your eyes and pulled your face away from Triple H's dick to see if there was still any cum on his cock.

Nope. Thank goodness!

The 3 of you were all exhausted from all that fucking, although, either you'll need to suck and clean off Shawn's cock and maybe one of them (if not BOTH) will have to eat out your pussy.

"Hey boys" you said, a naughty smile on your face.

"What?" they both said, one after the other.

"Y'know, they used to chant 'Shawn is gay' sometimes" you said.

And Triple H, next year, would say "I'm many things that are bi, but lingual isn't one of them!".

"Yeah?" Shawn said.

"Y'know" you said "I was thinking maybe you could take turns fucking me while the two of you take turns fucking each other up the ass".

"What?!?!" Triple H asked, a confused, shocked look on his face.

"I mean" you explained "Like, when one of you is fucking me, the other could be fucking the man in the ass. Like, Shawn fucks my pussy, while behind Shawn, Trips is fucking Shawn's butt, and then vice versa".

Both Shawn and Triple H burst into laughter.

"Are you high?" Triple H asked. "Drunk?"

"No!" you exclaimed, "It was just a thought! Although, it doesn't have to be now!".

Epilogue: The fem readers cleans Shawn's cock with her mouth, swallowing the jizz on his dick, whereas Shawn and Trips both take turns eating out the fem reader's pussy, cleaning her cum drenched cunt.

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I found out how years later, after Chyna was fired by the WWF, she did porn with X Pac.

Why did it have to be with X PAC of all people and not Shawn Michaels or Triple H?

Though, Trips did cheat on Chyna with Stephanie...

[popatochisssp]

Make Your Mark, 5/10

Series: Undertale, Underfell Relationship(s): UF!Sans/Reader Chapter Warnings: Suggestive language/behavior, passing descriptions of a really awful, terrible movie that you should by no means look up, please, I am begging you

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In a world where soulmates exist, monsters and humans have one thing in common: the first time two soulmates touch, a mark randomly appears somewhere–anywhere– on their bodies to represent their match.

It still doesn’t make relationships easier…but maybe it does make them a little more interesting!

You were surprised he lasted as long as he did before uttering the fateful words you’d been expecting all night.

“what the fuck are we watchin’?!”

“I warned you,” you tell him.

Sans scoffs, still in disbelief.

“nah, nah,” he says, “ya’ said, ‘garbage movie.’ ya’ said ‘worst thing ya’ ever saw.’ ya’ didn’t say nothin’ about ‘batshit, z-movie crap-heap diggin’ itself into crazier and crazier holes it ain’t ever gonna climb back out of’!”

You shrug. “That should’ve been implied.”

The horrible movie, uncaring of your scathing assessments of it, plays on in front of you, the only light in your living room.

The only light, of course, excepting the indignant red of Sans’ eye-lights, seeking answers from you that would never come.

“so…what even happened?” he demands. “the lady fuckin’…caught the immortality-herpes from that asshole? an’ now she’s just…pregnant forever?”

“As long as she has access to human spinal fluid, I guess.”

Sans shakes his head. “ya’ say that like it ain’t crazy.”

“Oh, it is.” You lean back against the couch, propping your feet up on the coffee table. “I’ve just seen weirder.”

“pfft, no, no way the tentacle-faces were weirder’n that.”

Poor Sans—so naïve, so innocent…

So deserving of this.

“I’m not talking about the first act,” you inform him coolly. “I’m talking about the next one.”

You take great, sadistic pleasure in watching Sans’ eye-lights shrink in horror.

“no,” he breathes, clearly in denial. “how can it possibly get more fucked up than that…?”

The dramatic pause you hold for effect makes Sans tense. He knows you’re going to say something terrible, but his skull just can’t imagine what it will be and he can’t brace himself for it.

“Brain-eating, fetus-stealing, alien bat-things.”

“……………”

Yes.

You are dead serious.

“oh, fuck me, stars above. no, nuh-uh, m’out.”

“You’re not allowed to be out,” you tell him with a frosty glare. “I told you this was a shitty movie and you insisted we watch it anyway for laughs, and I sacrificed another precious hour of my life to this thing—we’re finishing it!”

Sans groans loudly.

“but it sucks,” he whines. “i can’t even make fun of it anymore! it ain’t funny-bad, it’s just bad!”

“I know that, Sans.”

“uuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhh.”

You don’t know why it surprises you when, after a long, sullen silence, Sans snakes an arm around your shoulders.

Your name drawled in an enticingly husky tone isn’t a surprise, though.

You know how this goes.

“c’mon, doll,” Sans coaxes, tugging you a little closer. “you don’t wanna watch this either… why don’t we shut it off…do somethin’ a little more…fun…?”

You smirk up at him, tilting your head. “Oh? Sans, what are you implying?”

He chuckles. It’s a sultry sound that sends a shiver up your spine, at odds with the scorching warmth of his body pressing against yours.

“oh, i dunno… i can think of a few fun things me an’ you could get up to.”

You don’t have to pretend to sound a little breathless when you say, “Do tell…”

Sans leans in, just a bit.

“not so fast: gotta kiss me first…”

For a split second, you’re so tempted that you almost do it.

His sharp, grinning teeth, his glowering red eyes, his deep, rumbling voice daring you to do the very thing you’ve fantasized about for months…

But it’s not real.

It never is.

You plant your hands against his chest and shove him back.

“You fucker,” you laugh, “you don’t think I’m that easy, do you?”

Sans laughs, too, just as casual and unbothered as you knew he’d be.

“ah, can’t blame a guy for tryin’, can ya’?”

You lightly smack him on the arm, forcing him to pay attention to the horrible movie still playing on your TV and trying not to feel too hurt.

Sans was…your buddy.

You hung out and ate junk food and watched bad movies—though not usually this bad—and it was…good.

It was fine.

As long as you ignored your raging crush on the guy, which got harder and harder to do every time he playfully flirted with you like that.

You knew that he didn’t mean it, and you were sure in your heart of hearts that if he knew how much it really hurt you, he’d knock it off, but whenever you went to say something about it, you’d… go a little cold inside.

Thinking of a future where Sans keeps his distance, where he doesn’t flirt at you or get close to you or touch you at all…

You hate it.

So, you do your best to be okay with the alternative, even if it doesn’t mean anything to him like it does to you.

Sans is your friend, after all, and you’re happy to have him around however you can get him.

-

Sans is a bastard in the extreme.

With only a half-hour left in the movie, he manages to pass out another ten minutes in, sagging against your couch and snoring like a chainsaw.

Annoyed, you shut off the nightmare film—no point suffering it if you can’t make him suffer, too—and get up.

You stretch a little and then go about gathering up your trash, empty cans and chip bags and other such debris cluttering your coffee table.

Sans doesn’t even stir and the sight of him so peacefully snoozing away, blissfully ignorant of everything around him makes your chest feel warm.

Things were…rough for monsters, Underground: you know that, everybody knows that.

Like many monsters, Sans was tense and on edge a lot, but here he was now, totally conked out on his human friend’s couch without a care in the world and…

That made you happy to see.

He deserved the rest.

You decide to let him sleep, and sleep, he does.

Sans sleeps through the flood of the lights you turn back on, through the noise of your cleaning, through the crinkling bags and clinking cans, and through the shifting of the cushions when you carefully sit back down beside him.

He even stays asleep when he tips to the side, slumping over on top of you like you were his own personal pillow.

You choke back your squawk of outrage at the last second, but the bastard’s heavy and his breaths are ruffling your hair with every snore and it tickles, so you reach up, hoping to gently shove him off again without waking him.

Instead, you freeze.

Right in front of you, as you watch, there’s color flooding along your forearm—cherry-red flames coming to life across your skin, licking all the way up to your elbow.

In the moment it takes shape, it looks like nothing less than the real thing, like an actual crackling fire has just sprung to life on your body.

By the time it finally settles, you’re clear-headed enough to know that you’re in shock.

This…this is your soulmark.

Sans is your soulmate.

You think that maybe in a more genuinely calm state of mind, you might handle this revelation with a little more poise than you actually do.

Instead, Sans finally snorts awake to the feeling of you trying to pull off his jacket.

“whoa, whoa, hey,” he murmurs, voice still gravelly from sleep. “what’re ya’ strippin’ me fer? heheh, not even gonna buy me a drink? jeez, an’ i thought we were pals…”

You don’t answer him.

You’re not entirely sure you can.

You just keep trying to tug at the clothing in the way of the most imperative question you’ve ever needed the answer to—are you Sans’ soulmate?

Sans seems to realize you’re not playing a game.

Thoughtlessly, he catches you by the wrist, frowning down at you.

“hey, seriously,” he says, “what’s goin’ on? yer actin’ ffffuuuuhhhhh………”

He’s noticed your new splash of color.

His eye-lights shoot back up to meet yours with sudden appreciation of your urgency.

“did… you…?”

You have no idea what question he’s trying to verbalize, but you figure a vigorous nod is enough answer.

Apparently, it is, because Sans lets go of your wrist and whips off his jacket himself, eagerly searching his body for the match to your mark.

You spot it first and with a wordless exclamation of delighted surprise, you grab him by his humerus.

Sans doesn’t try to make you let go, just craning his neck to see it himself.

“a bird…?” he asks, sounding curious.

And it is…but it’s not just a bird.

“It’s a dove,” you realize, tracing the outline of the little swooping thing gliding across his bone.

A dove…

Was that… is that…really what you are to Sans? For Sans?

Your throat feels tight… which is fine ‘cause you have no idea what you’d say, anyway.

Sans to the rescue, filling the silence with a hushed observation.

“you, uh…ya’ don’t look too broken up about this.”

…

‘Broken up’…?

Of course you’re not broken up about this, this is…amazing! Incredible! Easily one of the best things that could’ve happened to you in this moment! How could Sans ever think…

…But then, you look at him.

And he looks…wary… a little scared… maybe even a little…hopeful?

You think you must be wearing the same expression right now.

A spark of realization seems to pass between you and it occurs to you that you’re both stumbling on the heels of a huge misunderstanding.

“……heh…heheheh… ah, jeez…”

You still, eyes going wide as Sans reaches out to you, gently cradling your cheek in his claws.

His signature cocky smirk looks almost sheepish now as he says, “think, uh…think both of us may’ve been a little stupid, huh?”

You feel your face heating, but you can own up. “Yeah…”

“maybe…played some chicken? hopin’ somebody’d say somethin’ or… wouldn’t pull back last minute…?”

“Y…yeah…”

Sans huffs out something that could be a laugh.

“games ain’t workin’ too well for us, are they?”

You swallow. “Not…not really, no.”

“crazy idea,” he murmurs, “how ‘bout we give words a shot?”

A giggle bubbles up past your lips and you feel a little giddy, a little nervous still, but when Sans starts to lean in…

You just say it.

“I don’t want you to pull back.”

Sans grins at you.

“good. i don’t wanna, either.” He pauses for a split-second, considering. Then deciding, “think that’s enough words for now. c’mere…”

Sans pulls you close and as his teeth brush against your lips for the first time, you can’t help but agree.

The rest of the words can be for later.

UT!Sans | UT!Papyrus | US!Sans | US!Papyrus | UF!Papyrus | SF!Sans | SF!Papyrus | HT!Sans | HT!Papyrus

A/N: Necronomicon (1993) is..........not a good film. Please don’t watch it, you cannot get the time back.

[ichliebeschwanz]

title: dreaming

fandom/ship: hetalia/gerita

genre: drabble

"Eehehehe!"

Romano snarled in irritation, kicking at his brother's shins again. His brother mumbled and shifted in his sleep, but didn't wake.

"Germanyyy, I'm getting tired from all this marching, it's been hooooours, let's stop and have some fun now, ve. Look, look, this is the perfect spot . . ."

"Shut. UP," Romano growled, squashing his pillow onto his own head, trying to drown out the noise. Bad enough that Veneziano rambled nonstop while he was awake, but the fact that he was constantly doing that while asleep too was just too fucking much for him. Especially since he was usually rambling about that stupid potato-obsessed freak.

Several minutes passed. To Romano's immense relief, it was in slience. Gradually, he relaxed, hoping he'd finally get the the chance to fall asleep before the moron next to him started back up again.

Romano was drifting gently, hovering between the realms of wake and sleep, when a mumbling voice next to him snapped him out of it again.

"Germanyyyy . . ."

Oh, for fuck's sake. Romano squinted his eyes tightly shut and sighed. Should he shake the idiot awake again? It didn't seem to do much good. He would always fall back asleep again in just a few minutes and just resume babbling.

"Oooh, Germany . . . mmmm, yes . . ."

Romano paled a little. He didn't like how that last part had sounded.

"Aaah . . . ngggh. D-d-dio santo, Germany . . ."

Yeah okay no, that sounded gross. Romno grabbed his pillow and whacked at his brother with it, hard.

"Wake up, idiot!"

Veneziano made a loud noise, so Romano assumed smacking him with the pillow had been sufficient for waking him. However, he soon learned that sadly, he was mistaken.

"Cazzo. Harder, Germany, harder . . ."

Romano, horrified, yanked at the covers til his brother went flying off the bed.

"STOP IT YOU SICK POTATO-SUCKER!"

Italy cried out as he hit the floor, startled and shocked, looking around in confusion.

"Wh-what . . . what?"

"You're banned from bed until you can stop fantasizing about your gross, stupid boyfriend!"

Italy gazed up at the angry man, still entirely confused.

"Romano? Why are you yelling at me? I don't understand . . ."

"Don't play dumb with me! You know exactly why I'm yelling!! Go finish your nasty dreams on the couch!"

Go finish his . . . dreams? Italy thought a moment. He felt vague flashes of memory.

"I guess I was dreaming, ve. It was nice, I think. Oh, and Germany was there. He was . . .he . . ."

As he trailed off, his eyes widened a little and a blush crept up slowly over his face--

"Uhh . . ."

"DON'T FREAKING TELL ME ABOUT IT, JUST LEAVE!"

Germany fumbled around for his bathrobe as the doorbell rang again. He finally located it and tossed it on. He abandoned his search for his slippers and quickly descended the stairs instead, calming his barking dogs on the way.

When he opened the door, he was surpirsed to find Italy standing there. The surprise wasn't so much at seeing Italy showing up at his house at 3am. The surprise was more in finding him actually ringing the doorbell instead of just . . . showing up in his bed somehow.

He even was dressed in his little striped pajamas, rather than buck-naked. Germany looked him over with a concerned eye.

"Italy? Are you all right?"

The country nodded.

"Hi Germany. Could I sleep here tonight? Brother kicked me out of bed and told me to sleep on the couch but our couch has a lumpy cushion and I can't fall asleep on it."

Wordlessly, Germany stood to one side and ushered Italy to come in. Italy grinned and bounded into the house.

After locking the door again, Germany turned and watched Italy playing with the lab for a bit. The odd man had apparently forgotten his troubles in the blink of an eye. Germany was almost reluctant to remind him, but cleared his throat.

"Italy, why did your brother refuse to allow you access to your own bed?"

Italy, smooshing the dog’s face goofily, glanced up.

"Oh, um. Sometimes I talk in my sleep and it wakes him up. You don't mind though, do you Germany?"

Germany brushed back his messey, bedraggled hair as he thought. Cetainly, it was not uncommon to hear Italy quietly mumbling as he slept, but he could hardly imagine anyone finding it disruptive. If anything, it was just sort of endearing and adorable.

"E-er," Germany started, trying to shut down his train of thought,

"I don't mind. But I am a heavy sleeper, so not much bothers me."

Italy looked very happy with this reponse.

"~Aah! You're way much more fun to sleep with. I wish I could sleep here all the time."

"Let's not make it a habit," Germany cautioned. It was already dangerously approaching a habit at the rate Italy showed up here.

"Would you like anything to snack on?" he asked, changing the subject. Food was pretty much always a safe bet with Italy.

"Do you have any of those cookies left?"

Several minutes later, Italy was perched on a stool at the kitchen counter nibbling on a cinnamon cookie while Germany heated some chocolate and milk over the stove.

"Germany always makes the best hot chocolate."

He frowned as he whisked the milk carefully.

"I don't do anything special."

"You must do something, it's always extra strong and nice."

He dotted a few drops of vanilla extract in and continued stirring.

"Really, it's a simple recipe, I think you give me too much credit."

"Hmm . . . you made these cookies too, didn't you?"

Germany glanced over at him.

". . .yes."

"And they're amazing too! Germany is a wonderful cook. You don't want to admit it?"

Germany stared down into the pot of hot chocolate, embarassed at the praise.

"I just follow recipies very precisely," he insisted stubbornly.

Italy laughed.

"We should cook together sometime, we would make great things together. I can show you the bolognese recipe I use when I make you those dinners."

Germany looked at him a moment, his heart smooshing into a dumb little mush. He'd always been reluctant to admit his fondness for baking and cooking, and certainly didn't think he'd measure up to Italy's talents in the kitchen. But Italy wished to actually collaborate? And share his family recipes? It was . . . touching, honestly.

"I'd like that," he answered gently, pouring out the chocolate into two mugs and sliding one over to Italy.

"Here. Be sure to drink it before it gets cold."

"Ow ow ow ow ow! It's too hot!"

"Nonsense. I used a thermometer."

Italy whined, still trying to drink it but failing.

"Aah, ooh! But it buuuurns! Blow on it for me?"

Germany sighed, but he took Italy's mug anyway and blew at the steam wafting off it. He doubted it made much difference, but after a minute handed it back to Italy, which seemed to satisfy him.

"Ah, thank you Germany~"

He sipped gingerly at the hot cocoa and then reported cheerfully,

"Perfetto!"

Germany gave a small nod of satisfaction, and then sipped his own drink. He made a careful mental note to reduce the temperature by five degrees next time.

"Do you and your brother fight often like this?"

Italy glanced up at him with his bright amber eyes, as if confused, but then seemed to remember. He laughed a little and busied himself with dunking his cookie in his hot chocolate.

"Oh, eh heh, you don't need to worry. My brother loves me very much, he's just hot-blooded. I think yelling is one of his favorite things."

"Hm."

Germany sipped his cocoa and settled down on a stool across from Italy.

"I can understand, I suppose. My brother and I don't always get along very smoothly either."

Italy nodded vigorously.

"Brothers are just like that. It is how they show they care, I think."

Germany briefly pondered some of his own family bickerings.

"Maybe. I always thought it was because I was so different from my brother. Sometimes it's hard to believe we're related."

"Mmm, yeah . . .that's true."

"Actually," Germany added,

"I thought much the same when I met your brother. It was very strange to see you both. He's so . . . . dour. And you're so . . . ah . . ."

Italy leaned his chin on a hand, looking at him eagerly.

"Yes?"

Germany cursed himself as he struggled to knit words together.

"Um . . . you're. Well, you know, you're very Italy."

Italy frowned in confusion.

"Well we're both Italy, actually--"

"Grahh, that's not what I-- I just mean, you're completely different. He can be so bleak and  bitter. You couldn't be further from that. You are a brightness that fills the room."

Germany thoughtfully sipped his drink and continued,

"I just find it curious--"

"G-germany," Italy blurted, intterupting. Germany stopped and noticed Italy's wide eyes and absolutely enormous smile-- he was even tearing up a little. Why in the world? . . . Germany mentally played back what he had just said.

And found himself sort of wanting to disappear.

"U-uh. That is, I . . ."

Italy flung himself over the counter, hugging Germany and nearly spilling both drinks in the process, proclaiming,

"I knew Germany cared!~ He's fluffy and as sweet as cannoli siciliani!”

Germany wriggled in Italy's grip and complained,

"Italy, you're going to make a mess! Get off!"

"Hehehehe!"

Crash!

"Oops."

Germany sighed.

By the time the two had finished their late-night snack (and Germany had cleaned up the mess) and went to bed, it was probably more accurate to say it was early morning then late night. Still, Germany had no pressing morning meetings tomorrow, so it didn’t trouble him too terribly. 

“Goodnight, Germany!”

He reached up and switched the light on his nightstand off.

“Goodnight.”

“Thank you for the cookies and hot chocolate.”

“You’re welcome.”

There was a pause.

“And thank you again for letting me sleep here!”

“. . . you’re welcome.”

Pause.

“Oh also I’ll try to dream quietly tonight!”

“Mmhm.”

Pause. Germany waited. The silence expanded. He sighed in relief, sinking further in his pillow.

Italy’s voice returned,

“Oh and if I don’t, you can always let me know and I’ll--”

“ITALY! BE QUIET!”

“--oh, aaah, sorry, sorry!”

The room fell silent again, the final words hanging in the air. Germany started to feel slightly bad over how harshly he’d snapped at him. 

Ugh. It was hardly his fault. Italy had been rambling. 

. . . it wasn’t a very nice final thing to hear before falling asleep, though. 

Germany sighed, trying to end things on a more neutral note.

“I already told you, you don’t need to worry about that. Your dreaming won’t wake me. So relax.”

“Okay, well Romano said I was really really loud, but okay, I won’t worry. I’ll try to have boring dreams anyway though, I’ll think about boring things, that way I’ll be nice and quiet.”

Germany rolled his eyes.

“What were you dreaming so loudly over anyway?” 

Italy rolled over in bed, stealing a little of the blankets as he replied,

“Oh, it was kind of weird, you were spanking me with a pasta spoon.”

Germany sat bolt-upright and made a choking noise.

“WH-WHAT.”

“Yeah, for some reason I wanted you to keep doing it. Funny, ve.”

Germany croaked.

“Anyway, goodnight Germany! Sleep well!”

[mianmimi]

Out of curiosity, what is it that makes you ship strordo? I kinda love this small fandom but also wish it was bigger ;__; (also, if you ship it feel free to reblog and reply too, I'm curious about what we all see in the ship lol)

I wish it was bigger too so there’ll be more content to devour and more people to share this wonderful pairing with. But as of right now, I’m enjoying the small fandom. It’s kinda nice to see it growing ^^ Slowly but surely. As for your question about what makes me ship strordo….oh Nonny, take a seat. It’s gonna be awhile *stands on stage with dramatic lighting*

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…

There’s tons of reasons. Way too much. But I’ll boil it down to three big things

1) Mordo. Just…everything little thing that Mordo does is magic.

This really isn’t to discredit Stephen. I love that dork. But I fell hard in love with this ship primarily by watching Mordo. From his first scene to the last, it’s all tied directly to Stephen and it’s enough to choke the words right out of me. He’s been protective of Stephen all throughout that movie. I mean, the strordo fandom loves to point out the blatant rescue romance that composed their first meeting. And then of course Mordo worrying over Stephen’s heart rate when TAO was putting him through that magical mystery tour. Oh, and then Mordo being worried that Stephen would freeze his ass off in Everest and wanting to rescue him. And then the entire mirror dimension sequence that screams ‘Mordo fucking loves this idiot’ Oh, and never forget how Mordo got out of his disillusionment funk for a little bit when Stephen asked for his help. That end fight was glorious with how often Mordo kept looking at Stephen to make sure he wasn’t dead yet ^~^

Rescuing Stephen is like Mordo favorite pastime apparently.

And aside from physically protecting Stephen, I adore just how much time Mordo invested in Stephen to improve himself overall. He was so supportive, pushing Stephen to fight harder, trying to get him to understand what he believed was the right thing. Even though they disagreed and argued, you can’t deny that it all comes from a place of caring. Really you can randomly pick any scene with Mordo and it’s gonna involve him trying to help Stephen out somehow.  Mordo displayed a ton more love/worry/care towards Stephen than most mcu characters showed to their supposed romantic interests. It’s lovely. It’s perfect. Mordo deserves all the love this fandom can give ^^

2) Foe Yay

This has always been a staple of any OTP I had in life lol. Which surprised me when I watched Doctor Strange for the first time cause…well, I had absolutely no idea what DS was even about. So I was watching it, starting to fall in love with these two and thinking this might be my first OTP where they’re not gonna fight and try to kill each other hehehehe yay! And then Mordo ends up leaving….and then that post credits scene happened…and then I looked up the comic lore ;__; I knew there was a reason why I liked it so much XD But anyways, yes, I ship them for the foe yay. Cause that means drama, and that’s what I like in my ships.

Also their conflicting ideas are fascinating. They’re both right in a sense, though they go about it in different ways. I enjoy them both as individuals characters with their own goals and beliefs that they fight for. So when these two characters I love so much eventually fight oh man oh my, the feels will explode and my shipper heart sings. They won’t even be enemies in the traditional sense, where they both try to actively kill each other…at least not at first ^~^ I see them trying to convince the other one to join them, and of course that won’t happen, so of course there’ll be drama, which leads to my biggest reason for shipping them….

3) The One That Got Away/ Doomed Romance

I’m kind of a sadist when it comes to shipping. I have a tendency to fall in love with ships that are pretty much doomed. With Strordo it’s even more painful cause…*sigh* They balance each other out while inciting the most visceral reactions from each other. They’re fuel and fire. They’re broken pieces that, when put together, fit perfectly. There’s so many reasons why they should be together.

 And yet…they can’t.

Isn’t that frustrating? Isn’t it wonderful? *cries* I think the fact that this ship has so much going against it makes me ship it even more.

TLDR: I ship them because of the reactions they get from each other, the foe yay, and the doomed romance.

This is just a poor summary of my feelings regarding this ship. But how about you lovely folks? ’d love to hear your thoughts :) What made you fall in love with this pairing?