Regular Days with Jayne [The Adventures of Tiny!Daryl]

[prettycunnin]

[This is Jayne waking up in the morning. He yawns and stretches, sitting up in his bunk with a bit of ease. He hasn't quite gotten up yet, but he's gonna. Just give him a few minutes.]

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[prettycunnin]

[And Jayne continues to sleep. His hand reaches up, swatting away whatever's close to his hear before he rolls over again, facing towards Daryl now. His snores silence for a second before roaring to life again.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl drops off the ear to the pillow just as Jayne rolls over... Only this time he's in the path of Jayne's nose. When that first snore starts, the little man is nearly wrenched from his spot, grabbing the fabric of the pillow.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne continues to snore loudly, the drool coming out a little more now. He mutters a little, the snores stopping enough for him to smack his lips once. Then the snores start again.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl just gets a moment's rest before the snores start once more. The drool soaks through the pillow fabric, causing the little guy's grip to weaken...]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne's sleep continues undisturbed. After a little while snorts again and turns onto his back once more, though.]

[squirrelhunter]

[That snort is what causes Daryl to lose his grip. He gets sucked up and into Jayne's right nostril, tangled in the nasal hairs.

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne snorts in his sleep several times before rubbing his face unconsciously with his hand. Then he sneezes. A few snorts later and he's back to snoring again.]

[squirrelhunter]

[The thick snorting pulls at him, but his tether in Jayne's nasal hair is tight enough so he isn't snorted into the man's lungs...

Then the sneeze. Daryl's splattered with snot, but still lodged up there... He's up here for the long run, the air itself shuddering with Jayne's snores.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne stays on his back snoring for a moment before sniffling and reaching up his hand to brush away whatever's lodged up there.]

[squirrelhunter]

[A thick finger comes in, probing and picking, shoving Daryl further into his nose. And into a cold pile of snot. Daryl groans in revulsion, sticking to the glob.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne continues trying to get whatever it is out of his nose. He sneezes again in his sleep, the finger slipping out at the same time.]

[squirrelhunter]

[The glob of mucous Daryl's lodged in drops alarmingly with that last sneeze, the tiny redneck powerless to move as he's stuck fast.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne grunts uncomfortably in his sleep and flips to his side. His hand works to get the thing out of his nose.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl gets poked and prodded by the giant's massive fingertip before the glob of snot finally sticks to the tip. He gets pulled free, still stuck to the massive digit.]

[prettycunnin]

[And more sneezing and snorting follows.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Luckily, Daryl is safe from the giant's loud snorting, stuck to his finger. One threat down...

But a bigger one looms. He's now at the mercy of wherever Jayne's hand decides to go...]

[prettycunnin]

[The hand is still for a moment, hovering just above his face. Then Jayne goes back to snoring and that hand slips under the covers and towards his crotch, scratching a little.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl tries to struggle free, staring at Jayne's slumbering face as he does, hoping the giant wakes...

But no, he gets taken on another trip, paleing slightly when he realises where he's going and struggles all the more. The scratching doesn't dislodge the little guy, remaining stuck to the pad of Jayne's finger.]

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne's fingers stop scratching and still there.]

[squirrelhunter]

Fuck!

[There's no way Daryl wants to stay here, but considering he's stuck on Jayne's finger, with no way to pull himself free, he just keeps struggling.]

Wake up ya damn bastard.

[prettycunnin]

[Jayne continues to sleep, completely unaffected. After a moment, the fingers move again, scratching for a moment before stilling again, the fingers shifting closer to his crotch.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl eventually stops struggling, but only because he's exhausted.]

When I get outta this, you're fuckin' dead.

[prettycunnin]

[He doesn't hear that. Instead, the fingers spring back into action, getting closer and closer, scratching the skin along the way.]

[squirrelhunter]

[It's the smell of the other man's crotch more than anything. He starts to struggle a bit more, weakly.]

[prettycunnin]

[The hand stops dangerously close now.]