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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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The Curveball Part 3 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: One date with Molly, and Bob knows he's a lost cause. She's perfect and lovely and she seems to want him back. But he's never been with a woman like her, and his insecurity hits him when he wishes it wouldn't.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, 18+

Length: 5600 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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As Molly led Bob inside to her apartment, he started to get nervous. The fluorescent lights in the building were bringing everything back into focus for him. She had told him to go slow when they were in his truck, but then everything sped up again.

When she pulled him into the elevator, she pressed him up against the wall as she selected the sixth floor. Then she gently wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her fingers in his hair soothed him, and he kissed her back. His eyes were closed, and the sensation of Molly's hands moving down his body to the open button of his jeans was almost too much.

"Let's go," she whispered once the elevator stopped. Her fingers brushed along his abs before she reached for his hand.

Bob stumbled along after her, heart pounding as she unlocked her door and smiled up at him over her shoulder. But once they were inside, she locked her door and took both of his hands in hers.

"You seem nervous now, Bob," she whispered, pulling him close and wrapping his arms around her waist. She placed both of her palms on his chest and leaned up to press one soft kiss to his neck. "What's wrong?" She gazed up at him without pressuring him to say something before he was ready.

So Bob took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I just... are you sure you want to do this with me? I don't want this to be just one night, Molly. I don't think I could handle that."

Somehow, her gaze softened further. "Bobby. If this is how good it feels to be with a sweet guy, then I've been doing this stuff wrong for a while. Very, very wrong."

"I want to be good for you," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her lips. "So you'll want me."

Molly giggled against his lips. "Bob. I want you. And I don't always do this, okay? I don't. But you..." She stopped talking and moaned, her head tipped back and her lips parted. "You have me so worked up, Bobby. It's been weeks of you teasing me. All the texting and flirting. And I want you."

"I want you, too." Bob's lips met her neck and she moaned louder. His hands were up under her dress, skimming along her thighs up to her butt. She was so soft and perfect, he'd deal with tomorrow's disappointment if it came. But not right now. Because she was pulling his dress shirt off and tossing his undershirt on the floor as well.

"Fuck," she whispered, as if to herself when she kissed his sternum and wrapped her hands around his biceps. "You're so hot." Then her hands were moving down to his unbuttoned fly and unzipping his jeans.

He tried to think of a blizzard. A snowy day on the ranch in Wyoming. An ice cold glass of water. Anything other than how hot his body felt as Molly's hand slipped inside his jeans. She looked up at him as she palmed him through his underwear and grinned.

Polar ice caps. Penguins. A frozen lake. It wasn't working as she kissed his chest again and slid her hand inside his underwear.

"Molly," he gasped as her hand wrapped around his cock. His hands came up to her waist as he pushed himself against her palm. It felt like he had no control over his body. "Honey."

"Yes, Bobby?" she asked in that innocent voice that would haunt his daydreams for the rest of his life while she stroked him.

Every coherent response was stolen from his mind as she kissed his chin and then sank down to her knees in front of him. When her tongue ran across her parted lips, Bob groaned. And when she pulled him free from his underwear and gasped, he reached for her cheek.

"Please?" she asked just before her lips touched his tip. Bob stroked her soft skin and nodded his head. And then she took him between her lips and into her warm, wet mouth.

"God," he groaned, eyes on hers as she took him deeper until he was shaking with need. Then she sucked on him, every inch of him until, with a soft pop, he was free of the glorious feeling of Molly.

She moaned, "Lieutenant Floyd," and the only thing Bob wanted was more of her mouth. More of her tongue. And then, miraculously, he got exactly what he wished for when she parted her lips for him again.

The most beautiful woman in the world was giving Bob an enthusiastic blowjob. She took him deep and then sucked on him over and over again. He could see the imprint of his cock pressing on her hollowed out cheeks with every jerky movement. Molly was moaning softly and cupping his balls and licking him all over.

When she took a breath and looked up and said, "Bobby, you're huge," he hauled her back to her feet.

She looked surprised as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his mouth to hers. Bob twitched in her hands where she was still holding his length. "I can get you off with my mouth, if you want," she whispered, looking up at him through her lashes.

Bob nodded, in complete awe of her. "I'm sure you could, Honey," he agreed, swallowing hard. But he knew he wouldn't last another minute with her mouth on him, and he desperately wanted to be good enough for her. Make her feel so good, she'd ask him to stay.

But now she was guiding him back to the oversized armchair as she pulled his pants down around his thighs. He stumbled backwards with all of the fabric bunched around his knees, and he could feel himself blushing as he sat down hard. But then Molly was settling onto his lap, and Bob almost jumped out of his skin as he felt her bare pussy gliding along his cock.

But she just settled there and kissed him softly before adjusting his glasses and telling him, "Your eyes are my favorite color. Not green and not blue."

"Greenish-blue," Bob said at the same time she did, and then she was smiling against his lips as she kissed him and nibbled on him. The occasional moan and wet sound had him rubbing himself up against her warmth as his hands settled on her thighs. Bobby felt like he was flying.

"You have nice hands, too," she whispered, wiggling against him. "Big and rough. But you're too sweet to ever hurt me with them." He let his big, rough hands dig into the flesh of her hips and waist, inching her dress up.

No. This was better than flying.

"Molly," he groaned, head tipped back and glasses crooked. "You're perfect."

She looked at him as she scooted forward a few inches and smiled. Bob's tip was right there, right at her opening, but she wasn't even undressed yet. He eased the fabric up a little higher, entranced by the view of her slick pussy and his cock.

"It's okay, Bobby. You can take it off."

He nodded as he ran his hands up her body along with the dress, and he saw that Molly had a bouquet of blooming flowers tattooed up along her left side. "That's pretty," he murmured about both the tattoo and her body. She kissed him softly as he pulled the dress up and over her head and let it fall onto the chair next to him.

Bob's heart stopped beating and a strangled noise escaped the back of his throat. "Oh," he grunted. He'd never be able to speak coherently again. He'd never not have an erection again for the rest of his life. Because just when he thought he couldn't be more turned on, he discovered that Molly had pierced nipples.

His lips were on her breasts before he could stop himself. He wrapped his hands around to her back and pulled her closer to him as he tasted first her right nipple and then her left.

"Bobby!" Her cry was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He'd never encountered anything like this before, but he knew he'd never want anything else. The way the little metal barbells felt against his tongue as he licked and sucked was amazing. And when he met her eyes as he sucked on her, she was biting her lip and whining.

Then Molly reached behind herself and grabbed his cock. He groaned as she sunk down around him, her pussy wet and tight. Perfect little sounds of pleasure escaped her as she kissed him. Bob cupped her breasts, enjoying the feel of the barbells as he pinched and pulled on them gently.

"Oh, god," she moaned as she started rolling her hips when he bottomed out. She pushed her fingers through his hair and positioned his head so he was looking up at her face, already pinched with pleasure. "You're fucking huge. Just like your goddamn hands." She was tugging gently on his hair as she rode him so well, Bobby knew he had fundamentally changed in the last five minutes. He would never be the same.

"You feel better than anything I've ever encountered," he managed, his voice deep and raspy. "Molly." He held her hips as she fucked him. His lips trailed along her neck and down to those perfect nipples again, sucking and nibbling on them. "Perfect," he whispered, dipping his nose down to rub along the piercings.

He wanted to do the filthiest things to her body. Wanted to have her every single way he could think of. He also wanted her to melt against him, exhausted, sated, and in love. "Does that feel good?" he asked, looking at her as he bucked upward.

"Jesus, Bobby," she gasped, those pretty breasts bouncing as he thrust up again. He chased them with his lips and his tongue, tugging the barbells gently with his teeth while Molly got even louder.

She rolled her hips, so tight around him, and Bob realized he could feel the pull of pleasure building in his spine. He wanted this to last all night, but he was close. Molly's hands were grabbing his shoulders, eyes wide as she rode him faster. And when he brought his thumb down along her tattoo and around to her clit, she almost screamed for him.

"Oh! Fuck, Bobby!" she cried. So he stroked her again and again. "Jesus Christ!" She was fluttering around his cock, back arched as he tasted her tits again.

"You're so beautiful," he muttered against her skin. "Everything." She squeezed him tighter, and he gripped her butt, ready to cum from how good she felt.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" she chanted, voice breaking. "Please!" And then a look of surprise bloomed across Molly's flawless face as she groaned, "I'm about to come." And she did. She clenched around his cock as she shook in Bob's arms. She was whining and keening incoherently. She was bumping up and down on his cock. She was stunning.

"Me too," he whispered, brushing her nipples with his thumbs and spurting inside her as she leaned down to press needy kisses all over his lips. The way she moved her hips, drawing everything out of him, made him moan her name. He stayed buried deep while Molly's lips brushed along his neck. Her fingers were soft, threading through his hair. And it seemed as though the only thing she could say right now was Bobby.

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Molly just sat there gaping at Bob with her fingers in his silky hair. He was still nestled inside her, his big cock growing softer while he stroked her skin with those beautiful hands. His lips were parted, and his glasses were crooked, and he was just so damn handsome. And most impressively, he made her cum.

It was unbelievable, really. She never came the first time with a new partner. Never. Not even close. She had to break them in, teach them what she liked, train them. She had to use her piercings as a reward for all the dumb men she slept with just to get them to coax an orgasm out of her.

But not Bob. No, not Lieutenant Cute Glasses. This man seemed to know exactly what she liked. And she sensed that he knew her nipples were pierced just as much for her as they were for him.

Molly thought, as she kissed his softly parted lips, that it must have been the angle that did it for her. Or the size of his very attractive penis. Or both. Because that orgasm was delicious. She wondered if he could do it again. She hoped he could. She was attached to him and his glasses and his perfect kisses. She was addicted to his hands and his eyes and the way he talked to her. She couldn't get enough of the way he held doors and drove like an elderly person and got her gas station flowers.

"My flowers," she gasped against his mouth. "I left them in your truck." She wanted them in her kitchen so she could see them when she made coffee in the morning.

"Oh," Bob grunted, nodding slightly. "I'll go get them for you." Of course he would do that. He was practically perfect.

Molly eased herself away from him slowly, not wanting to give him up just yet. "Thanks," she whispered. "I love those flowers." She let him slip out of her as she stood, and she could feel his cum running down her thighs as he stared up at her.

Then his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. "Molly. We didn't use a condom. I didn't even bring a condom."

She leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose. "I'm on birth control, Coach Cute Glasses. And I trust you."

"Oh," he sighed, brushing his lips against hers. "Okay."

Then the sight of him standing before her, tall and strong with his jeans down around his knees had her biting her lip and grinning. He looked flustered with red cheeks and wild hair. And just knowing that she was the one responsible for putting him in such a state made her blood hot.

Oh no. She wanted him again already. She wanted to take him to her bed and do it all over again.

Bob reached for his underwear and jeans and pulled them up, but his eyes were all over her body. She felt no shame. She never did when she was naked. Was she perfect? No. Did guys lose their minds anyway? Often.

"I'll go get your flowers," Bob whispered, and she kissed him hard on the lips.

"I'll be waiting."

She watched him scoop up his undershirt and slip it on over his lanky, muscular body. His glasses were still crooked on his face as he dug his keys out of his pocket, and with one more soft look at her, he was gone.

Molly took a minute to visit the bathroom, and she made sure her makeup still looked okay. Her mascara was a little smudged, which somehow made her look exactly the way she wanted to right now. So she left it. And then she was pulling on Bob's dress shirt and doing the middle two buttons when he walked back into her apartment.

He had fixed his hair a bit and straightened out his glasses, and the desire to mess them up again made her feel like perhaps she was already in over her head. Casey and the rest of her collection of bad boys never made her feel this good. Shit.

Bob's pretty eyes were wide as he examined her from head to toe and back up again. She didn't pressure him to say anything yet. She knew he was the type who really measured his words before he spoke them, and she loved that. It made everything he said feel more intentional and sincere.

"You're beautiful," he said softly, holding out the vase of colorful, gas station flowers. She took them with both hands and a thudding heart and turned toward her kitchen. She felt short of breath, because Bob Floyd thought she was beautiful. Not sexy. Not hot. Not just right for the night. But beautiful.

Now she was the one who needed an extra moment to process what she wanted to say as she set the vase down next to her coffee maker. Okay, so she'd ask him to stay. She had to work in the morning, but so did he. She would have to leave early, but maybe he wouldn't mind taking her back to her car. And then if he was free this weekend, maybe they could go out again. She would ask him this time. Oh, a movie would be great. She could snuggle up with him, feed him some popcorn, maybe give him a blowjob on the ride back here.

Bob cleared his throat as she walked back toward him, pushing up the long sleeves of his shirt over her elbows.

"I'll just...head out now," he said, nodding his head toward her door. Molly's heart sank as he added, "I can get my shirt from you later. Or you can just...keep it." He looked almost as disappointed as Molly felt. What had she done wrong? He was really going to leave. She wasn't what he was looking for after all.

"Bob?" she asked softly as he turned toward the door. "Why don't you want to stay?"

He spun back around as she nibbled nervously on her thumbnail.

"I mean, you obviously don't have to," she told him. "I just thought maybe you'd want to."

"I do," he replied, quickly this time. "You want me to stay?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed, apprehensive about saying anything else. And then his big hands were at her waist, bunching up the fabric of the dress shirt as he pulled her closer to him. "Stay," she demanded before he kissed her.

"I will," he promised. "Just wasn't sure you'd want me to, Mo."

Mo. Holy shit. Her legs felt suddenly weak as she wrapped her arms around his neck and absolutely devoured his mouth. Desire thrummed through her. Mo.

She tried to convey how she felt through her kisses, because words were failing her. She was more of a physical presence anyway. And Bob was responding to her now, hands sliding lower and kisses getting rougher.

"Do you want to see my bed?" she asked against his lips as she raked her fingers through his hair. Finally he looked just the way she liked again. Messy hair, glasses askew, freshly kissed lips, and awestruck expression.

"Yes. Please," he grunted softly, and she was more than happy to lead him to her room.

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Bob was in over his head. Molly wouldn't stop touching him and kissing him, and now he was in her bed. And they were having sex again. And it felt too good to be true. And she was beautiful and perfect. Sunny and warm. And she wanted him here. She wanted him to spend the night.

Her pristine legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was buried deep inside her. "Bobby," she whined leisurely, the pace unhurried now as her fingers combed softly through his hair. When he reached for his glasses, she shook her head and told him no and pouted playfully. "You're Coach Cute Glasses, not Coach No Glasses."

So he kept them on. And that was fine with him, because he could see her with crystal clarity underneath him as she whined for him. Bob brushed those barbell piercings with his lips, and she got even louder. He was already obsessed with how they felt in his mouth, how he liked to play with them while he thrust into Molly over and over again.

"Oh god, Bobby."

"You feel good, Mo?"

"Hell yes!" she cried, yanking on his hair until his lips were on hers. He held her left side, covered in her tattoo while he toyed with those little barbells with his other thumb. She was whimpering and nibbling on his lips as he fucked her.

"Tell me what else you like?" he whispered, slowing his thrusts. Because he was getting close again. Honestly, he was impressed he lasted as long as he had both times. And this didn't feel like a first date to Bob. He felt like he knew her so well, but he wanted to know everything.

She moaned and turned her head to the side, suddenly looking bashful. "I like wearing your shirt around."

"You can keep it forever," he told her, and she giggled. "What else do you like?" he asked, stroking her skin with his hands as he tasted her neck.

"Mmm," she hummed in pleasure. "I like how strong you are, and the way you treat me." She was quiet for a beat while her words washed over him. "I liked it when you called me beautiful."

"You are," he promised. "Everything about you. So, so beautiful."

With a loud moan, she turned her face to his and kissed him everywhere. His glasses were precariously crooked as he felt the delicious squeeze of Molly's pussy around his cock. He was there, and she was close, so he eased his fingers down to her clit and she squeezed him harder as she came, shaking against him.

Bob's thrusts grew shallow as he panted her name next to her ear. "Molly. Molly. Molly." He filled her up and let his forehead rest on her shoulder, idly stroking her nipple with his fingertips until her little quakes of pleasure subsided.

"Oh my god," she gasped, covering her face with her hands. Then she looked at him in shock as he kissed her jaw and lips before pulling away a few inches.

"Okay," she said, straightening out his glasses but keeping him inside her with her legs around his waist. "The first time, I figured it was a fluke. But now you're really on a roll, Lieutenant."

"A...fluke?" he asked, suddenly concerned. What had he done wrong?

"Mmhmm," she hummed, stroking his stubbled cheek with her thumb. "You made me cum twice now."

He swallowed hard and let her kiss him, but he was perplexed. "Isn't that a... good thing?"

"It's a fucking great thing, Bobby." Her eyes were bright, and she looked pleased. "I never cum with a new partner the first couple times."

"Oh." It was chemistry. He was sure of it. There was something between them that was making everything even better, and Bob felt it, too. It had to be that, because he wasn't better than other guys. Definitely not in this way.

"I don't know what you're doing to me," she whispered, kissing his cheek softly, "but please don't stop."

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It was late, and Molly was snuggled up in bed with her head on Bob's shoulder. His voice was so close to her ear, and she couldn't get enough of it as she asked him a million questions just to hear him answer.

"What's your favorite kind of fruit?" she asked with a laugh, because he had to know by now that she was just obsessed with listening to him.

"Granny Smith apples," he replied as she stroked her fingers through his sparse chest hair.

"Granny Smith apples?" she asked, glaring up at him as he smiled. "That's the worst kind!" God, she loved teasing him. He was fucking sweet and perfect. And Molly was already in love with teasing him and making him blush.

"They're good in apple pies," he replied, running his fingers along her bare arm and making her shiver. "I don't like things that are too sweet. Well... except for you, I guess."

"Mmhmm," she hummed happily. "You managed to save your answer at the end there. Good job, Uncle Bob. Now, what's your favorite color?"

"Navy blue."

"Navy blue?" she asked, rolling fully onto his chest. She almost moaned at how good her piercings felt rubbing against his bare chest like this. "Navy blue. Floyd! You're in the navy! You can't pick navy blue!"

"It's been my favorite since before I was in the navy, so it counts, right?" he asked, grinning at her. Oh, he was good at this game.

"Ugh, you're skating by on a technicality," she sighed, feigning exasperation. "I'm simply too afraid to ask you anything else tonight. You're liable to break my heart if you tell me you like lima beans or hate chocolate cake or something," she muttered, kissing his lips softly.

She had intended to tell Bob that it was time to go to sleep, that she was tired from the two gorgeous orgasms he gifted to her. But his lips were soft and his hands were big, and they ended up making out for such a long time, that her heart was overflowing with happiness.

"You're so handsome," she whispered, finally removing his smudged glasses for him and setting them on her nightstand. She kissed the bridge of his nose and his rosy cheeks. "I've been crushing on you for weeks."

Bob laughed softly as he met her eyes. "Molly, you have no idea. You don't even know the half of it. But it's late, Honey. Let's get some sleep?"

When she nodded, he pulled her snug against him once again. "I have to work at nine," she whispered. "My alarm is set for seven, because if I don't get to have you one more time in the morning, I'll be cranky all day at work."

"You have me, Molly," he whispered, lacing his fingers with hers as she yawned. "In so many ways."

As she drifted off to sleep, she could feel Bob's lips on her forehead as he said, "I love you, Mo."

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Bob ran his soapy hand all over Molly's tattoos. Her laughter and soft moans filled her small shower enclosure as he nipped at her neck. The spray of warm water hit her skin, sending little droplets rolling down between her breasts and along her elegant shoulders. They had just been intimate again in her bed, and Bob had very much so enjoyed the sight of his sticky spend on her legs as she led him to the shower.

"I could look at you all day," he whispered, and she bit her lip, playing coy.

"I'd let you," she replied, chin high in the air, head back against the tile wall. "Let's schedule that for Sunday?"

Bob groaned as her hand wrapped around his stiffening cock. She kept eye contact with him while she gently, slowly pumped her hand along his length.

"Would be a day well spent," he murmured. cupping her cheeks in his hands and kissing her until she was moaning and squeezing him a little tighter with her hand. "Don't know if I could look at something as perfect as you without touching though."

"Coach Bob," Molly whined, eyes wide. "Don't test me. Sweet guys get shower blowjobs."

Bob could be sweet. Bob could be the sweetest guy Molly had ever encountered. She had briefly had her lips on him there last night, and he knew he wanted more. And he was living for these little games she played with him.

He kissed her lips and told her, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"That's it!" she said, shaking her head and dropping to her knees as Bob's back blocked the shower spray. "I tried to fucking warn you, but you didn't listen." Then her lips parted as she took him between them onto her plush tongue, and it took everything inside Bob not to blurt out the same thing he told her last night as she was falling asleep on him.

He loved her. He knew he didn't stand a chance. But spending the night here at her place made it so much worse. So much more obvious. And now she was sucking his dick and nuzzling his balls, and yeah, she was really good at this physical stuff. But that was only part of it for him. Because right now, he just wanted to skip work and spend the whole day with her, doing anything she wanted to do. And Bob never, ever thought about skipping work.

"Mo," he gasped as she took him deep so that he was seeing stars. He leaned against the wall with one hand and ran his fingertips along the delicate shell of her ear with the other. She looked up at him with her mouth full. Beautiful. So beautiful.

When he was close, she kissed him along his length and jerked him off, letting him cum all over her face and her gorgeous, pierced nipples. He was panting and out of breath, running his hands along her messy cheeks as she licked him from her lips and stood up. When she started wiping his mess up with her fingers and licking them clean, he groaned and kissed her lips. He'd never encountered a woman like this before. He was shocked by his attraction to her. But he also knew this was the only one he wanted now.

"Bobby," she whispered against his lips with a soft giggle. "We'll be late for work if we don't focus."

"Well, I can't focus around you, Honey. So you're going to need to take the lead."

She preened at his attention as she got herself cleaned up. She handed him a fluffy towel and reminded him that he could use her spare, pink toothbrush. So he brushed his teeth and watched her put moisturizer on her face followed by a little bit of makeup that made her eyes look even prettier.

"Everyone is going to notice that I didn't shave this morning," he told her when she ran her fingers along his jaw. "Nat's gonna give me hell. So will Bradley."

"I love that," she told him, kissing his chin.

Then he followed her to her bedroom and watched her pull on some maroon scrubs with her name embroidered on the top. He dressed in his clothes from yesterday, but he left his dress shirt on her bed. He'd told her she could keep it forever. He would give her anything he had if she said she wanted it.

"Coffee?" she asked, leading him to the kitchen like a magnet. She reached for two mugs that were so hideous, Bob figured Everett must have painted them for her when he was younger. And then she filled them both and handed him one. He sipped his black while she added sugar and creamer to hers until it looked almost white.

And she did all of this like it was her normal routine. Like today was nothing special. And then Bob started to panic again as Molly blew on her coffee and looked up at him. Those gorgeous eyes. Those pretty, puckered lips. He would be devastated. As his eyes caught on the vase of flowers next to the coffee maker, he blurted out, "Molly, I don't want you to go out with Casey. Or anyone else."

"Oh," she gasped as she lowered her mug from her lips.

"I want to... be the only one," he managed, and he knew he was blushing. He knew he was making a fool of himself, but he was afraid of not saying something.

She pressed her lips together and that coy smile returned. "You want to be the only one, Bob? The only guy I'm with? The only one in my bed and my pussy?" she asked as she smirked.

Bob was beyond flustered now, but he was also annoyed. He wanted a straight answer as he set his mug down a little hard on the counter and kissed her hard on the lips. "Are you going to see Casey again?" he asked, and he could see his irritated reflection in her eyes.

"Casey?" she asked, cocking her head slightly to the side. "Who's Casey? Never heard of him."

Bob examined her smirking face. "What does that mean, Honey?"

She flung her arms around his neck and kissed his stubble. "Means I'm not going out with anyone except you anymore, Lieutenant gives-girls-three-orgasms-in-a-row."

He still wasn't exactly sure how he'd managed to pull this one off. But he held her tight and kissed her while he let his hands explore her perfect body over her scrubs. "I like that," he told her with a nod before resting his forehead on hers. "We need to go now so I can run home and change into my uniform." He still had to take her back to her car which was at the tee ball field.

Molly whimpered softly. "When can I see you in your uniform?"

Bob smiled and promised, "Anytime you want."

"This weekend?" she asked, running her hand along his undershirt. Then Bob remembered that it was Friday. Molly was watching Everett for her sister tonight so that Bob could treat the Team Mom to a drink at the Hard Deck. She had been helping him with tee ball while Bradley was up in Lemoore.

"Tonight? You want to come to my place after your sister gets home? I won't keep her out late at the bar."

Molly laughed. "You better not, she's a lightweight!" Then she pushed him toward her door and grabbed her bag on the way. "Let's go get my car so we can both go to work so I can get to your place sooner." And that sounded like perfection to Bob.

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Bob fucks. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

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lowkeyrobin · 9 months ago

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hi hi!! 🦕 back once again!! i just love your writing :) could i get somethin where the reader is in their first mcc and their cheerleader (can’t decide on who from the cricket crew, surprise me!!) is cheering them on either from the sidelines, they’re on the same team, or on opposite teams and their cheerleader is purposely throwing to increase readers chances of winning pretty please 🦕

(also, yes, 🦕 anon)

(also sorry for request spamming)

omg no dw ab req spamming at all! and welcome to the family 🦕 anon! thank you so much for the compliment <3 ; and I love love love this prompt, hope u enjoy !!! i mixed ur req up a little bc I had to do Freddie bc he's so fucking underrated (and I'm carrying the badlinu fanfiction atm so yk) and I also wanted to include a little friendship bit w tommy, tubbo & billzo and also include freddie 💪💪 (if anyone's interested I do have a badlinu x enby oc fanfic on my wattpad [lowkeyrobin] so hehehhw)

FREDDIE BADLINU ; MCC cheerleader

summary ; freddie, although not playing in MCC, cheers you on from the sidelines while you're paired with Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. The three also throw you some extra chances to win for the group, considering last MCC went horrible for you, and they want you to actually have fun this time!

warnings ; language, fake noxcrew drama/hate, maybe me forgetting how mcc works...

word count ; 1.5k

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Freddie sits next to you, helping you set up before you start your stream. He sets your famous y/f/c water bottle on your desk and sets some small snacks down as well, paired with a sandwich and chips.

You focus on your monitors before starting your stream with the Starting Soon screen, deciding to start earlier than everyone to just chat and then hop into MCC when your teammates join the VC. You talk with Freddie for a moment, making sure you both had snacks, water, and were comfortable in your current clothes. You begin your stream, screaming as the starting soon screen fades out, revealing you two being loud and waving hello.

"Hi chat! I'm starting before everyone else just to talk and eat for a minute!"

"And I'm here!"

"No one cares about you, Freddie!"

"Jesus, okay"

After talking for a solid half hour and eating your sandwich, and interacting with chat, your teammates began to spill into the VC.

"What the fuck is up, Pink Penises!?" Tommy screams as he joins the voice call, being the last to join.

"Jesus fucking Christ, man! Turn your volume down!" You shout, quickly removing your headphones after cringing from the ear-splitting screaming.

"Bitch, you turn your volume down!-" Tommy shouts back, cutting himself off as he hears Molly in the other room yelling at him to quiet down some, as she was trying to watch a movie. "Nevermind, I'll turn my volume down..."

You, Tubbo and Ranboo laugh, and you hop onto the MCC server, making a remark about how this would be your last MCC if you got treated like shit again. Freddie puts his earbuds in and plugs them into his phone, joining the voice chat so he could hear his friends.

"Wait, no, I remember that they said it was because you were blindly following people and you lost fair and square but when I rewatched the clip the arrows never popped up for you!" Tubbo exclaims, recalling one of the moments during Ace Race from your last MCC.

"Yes, dude!" You exclaim, meeting up with the three and crouch-greeting Quackity and Niki, who were with the Olive Ocelots with Punz and Foolish. "You can literally see frame by frame, not once did the arrows appear. It wasn't even a glitch just on my end, they just didn't show up and I dunno how! Even Sapnap defended me because they didn't show up for him either! It stopped the whole thing for 10 minutes and they still wouldn't hear me out, I just wanted to clear my name!"

"They literally said it was your fault meanwhile it was a problem on their end. The whole fucking Ace Race and Hole In The Wall were stolen from you, dude" Tommy nods, going in 3rd person to show off your matching, recolored pink skins, "Funny how the two you trained hardest for, you came in last for due to "your computer lagging/glitching and how it isn't their fault"

"I'm not even mad about it, it's the fact they kept blaming me when it's not my fault that their dumbass texture packs kept breaking" You complain, "Anyways, hopefully this goes a bit better" You lightly smile, feeling Freddie pat your shoulder. "Tommy, look at your shirt in front 3rd"

Tommy switches his pov to 3rd person front, seeing the whole front of his shirt had a large, pink penis on it, thanks to you designing the recolored skin. "You're so fucked up!" He laughs

"I'm the best, I know, I know"

Hole In The Wall had begun, Freddie being your sensei as he sat beside you, shouting out directions and strategic moves for you.

"Go to the left! Left, left, left!"

"On the right, quick, quick!"

"Dude, you got fifth! I'm so proud of you!"

Parkour Tag was next, and Freddie was being your eyes while you focused on being away from everyone else.

"Sapnap is it! He's right behind you, go up the left side!"

"How do I make that jump? That's fucking impossible"

"Crouch at the edge of that, sprint and jump, aim for the closest one, you have to go straight then like curve it"

"Oh my God, fuck yeah! See! You did it!"

"Just spam space, trust me!"

Bingo But Fast was never your strong suit so you let Freddie take a break, letting your teammates try and win that one for you. No way in hell you were gonna be able to find slime balls or an iron axe. Freddie stream sniped Ranboo, seeing their card was similar to yours, not even knowing where to find half the stuff on the map.

"Some others are lost too, they loaded the wrong map I think, you can't get some of this stuff at all on this one"

"Noxcrew..." You put on your best Batman impression, staring into your camera, "When I find you, Noxcrew, when I find you!"

Of course, all the training for Ace Race didn't go to waste, and with Freddie becoming your actual cheerleader, chanting and all, you'd ended up coming in second place.

Sky Battle was hell, and it was basically only you and Tommy after Tubbo got himself nearly insta-killed and Ranboo made the bad idea to try and take on Philza.

The rest of MCC remained with the pink haired boy behind you acting as your cheerleader and helping you out a bit. But, he also made sure you were drinking enough water and weren't getting too stressed out or getting a little gamer raged, considering it wouldn't be good for your mental health.

"Drink the damn water, you're screaming your voice away"

"Nuh uh" You say as you chug down at least half of the refilled bottle.

As Dodgebolt came around, you and the rest of your team were stressed. You had to win against the Olive Ocelots, because a little Twitter drama happened due to your big mouth shit talking Ranboo for the bit. You really just didn't wanna pay them a hundred dollars today, not after that shit loss in Sands Of Time. You swore the other teams were playing shit over the fiasco of last MCC, but Tommy, Tubbo, Freddie and Ranboo all agreed that you were just fucking cracked at Minecraft this afternoon.

Over the course of the stream, Freddie had stolen some sunglasses for you, a Valentines Day stream prop, and had been wearing them for nearly an hour, and he, in boredom, found a pink sharpie and used it to draw a giant dick on your forehead. Tubbo did the same with a washable marker he had laying around, and you guys started a little cult in between games, trying to summon Ranboo and Tommy into it.

You turn around to Freddie, apparently your coach now, "What do you say, Coach?" You ask him, referencing every football movie ever.

"Center left-field, defense on right" He answers.

"What?- Dude, MCC, not American football!" Tubbo exclaims, jumping all over your screen as to speak to Freddie.

The two of you laugh, and you turn back to him. "What's the plan, who should I aim for, Fred?"

"Okay, I think Tommy should go for Foolish because it's a little obvious, and make sure you're the first out! Ranboo and Tubbo could go for either Niki or Punz, and leave Y/n for Quackity. Leave it obvious the first round but totally mix up the strategy"

"Hear that, Tommy? Be quick, shithead"

"I got it, I got it"

The first to three of five wins, and sadly, it wasn't Pink Penises, although it would've been a win to remember.

Freddie stands up and wraps you in a hug anyways, whispering compliments into your ear as you smile.

"Much more fun than last time, yeah?"

You nod.

"We got fuckin second?" Tommy looks almost shocked, not realizing you'd lost the final round.

"We got second place! Hell yeah!" Tubbo smiles, throwing his hands in the air

"Second is the first losers, Tubbo!" Tommy shouts

"Shut up Tommy, you're just a sore second place winner because Y/n carried the whole team, take the L" Ranboo remarks with a smug look, seeing you and Freddie cheering yourself on and dancing over the video call.

After the group had muted and calmed down some, you turn to Freddie and hug him. He warmly accepts the gesture, seeing you a little teary eyed.

"Thanks for being my coach, man, I'm gonna miss you"

He catches onto the bit, sniffling as he nods, "You'll always be a star, don't stop dreaming, man"

You guys dramatically hug again, wailing and sobbing as you do so.

"Why the fuck are they wailing?"

"I swear to God, do you not use your ears?"

"I just undefaned to say goodbye!"

"Use your psychopathic powers, Tommy"

"What!?"

"That's psychological, Tubbo"

"Psychology powers, use them!"

"I'm leaving, fuck all of you and fuck you Ranboo for losing the last round"

"That wasn't even my faul- He's gone"

"I've never watched an American football movie, should I?" Tubbo asks.

You and Freddie quickly turn to your setup, shouting in unison.

"Nope!"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt oneshot #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu #badlinu oneshot #tubbo x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #🦕 anon

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beefrobeefcal · 1 year ago

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Something about Mouse defending Frankie’s honor is just so sweet to me.

Like maybe, they’re out somewhere, and they’re dressed up nice or something and a guy tried hitting on Mouse and she tells him like, my boyfriend is right here, and he starts talking shit ab how chubby Frankie and how she’s too good for him and she shuts it down. Maybe when they get home Mouse assures Frankie by like, kissing and rubbing his tummy (worship basically😭)

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, got me right in the giblets, Nonnie! We love to see a feisty Mouse defend her Catfish. I'm sorry that they never made it home.

I hope it lives up to your vision. Enjoy!

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Baby's Got a Temper

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader (Mouse!)

Summary: A lovely evening turned upside-down by a temp.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 2,517

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), Nasty Temps, Truck Sex, Public ? Sex, Body Insecurity, Belly Worship

Author's Notes: Our Mouse is ready to fight anyone who disrespects her Frankie. Thank you, Nonnie for your contribution to the THOT TANK.

Not proofed. Enjoy!

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You were so excited. You’d finally been invited to a work-related function in recognition of all the hard work you’d done, and the night was finally here.

Frankie had even gone out and bought an outfit for this evening and gotten a haircut.

He looked amazing in an all-black outfit, the top button of his shirt open, no tie. You’d opted for a cocktail length, black bodycon dress with a plunging neckline.

When you walked out of the bedroom to the den, Frankie looked at you from the couch and stood up abruptly. His eyes bugged out roamed over your body and he swallowed thickly.

“Give us a spin.”, he crooned, walking towards you with a dark look and his hands in his pockets.

You moved slowly in a circle and looked at him doe eyed. “Do I look okay?”

He reached a hand out and tugged you by the waist closer to him. “Princess, you look good enough to eat.”

*****

The venue was gorgeous, and you quickly found your fellow invited co-workers while Frankie went to the bar and ordered drinks for you both.

The evening was going well; presentations had been made and you were all taking your seats as the food was going to be served. You and Frankie chatted with your co-worker Elise and her newly minted fiancée, Maggie, through dinner, and as they discussed their upcoming wedding. Frankie’s hand gently caressed your thigh under the table, and you took it as nerves given you rarely did anything like this and the current topic of marriage.

Little did you know that Frankie already had a ring hidden in his toolbox in the garage – somewhere you would never look - waiting for the right moment.

Frankie watched as you listened to Molly explain the reason for their wedding colour scheme. He took in how your hair sat in your updo, and the freckles that sat on your shoulder that he would kiss as he held you in bed at night. He listened to your questions and laughs as you talked, and watched your hands move with your conversation, imagining the ring he picked just for you on your left ring finger. He loved you, probably more than he thought possible, and he couldn’t wait to give you his life, soul, and last name.

Not knowing the deep thoughts Frankie was swimming in, you turned and excused yourself to the washroom and asked if he needed another drink.

“Uh, sure, baby… just another whisky, neat.”, he said smiling, clumsily returning to reality.

After visiting the ladies’ room, you went to the bar, waiting for your turn to order. You suddenly felt a hand touch your waist and turned to see a man you did not know at all. He was Frankie’s heigh, but slimmer and much more angular and sharper looking; nothing gentle about his gaze that washed over you.

“Can I help you?”, you asked, trying to move out of his grip, but he pulled you in tighter. You could smell the alcohol and cigars on him.

“Yeah, sugar, you can. Tell me your pretty name so I know who’ll be sitting on my lap the rest of the night.”, he purred, his southern accent thick.

You pulled yourself out of his hold and stepped back. “I’m here with someone, my boyfriend.”, you said curtly.

“And who might that lucky fellow be?”, he drawled as stepped closer to you.

You looked towards your now empty table, seeing Frankie walking across the room towards you. “Him.”

You nod your head towards Frankie, and the man turns.

*****

Frankie watched for you to head to the bar. He was nervous in these kinds of things, fancier events. He was a blue-collar guy who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, and most of the men there looked like they hadn’t seen a hard day’s labour ever. While he felt he was dressed the part for this evening, he could help but notice the stares you got as you walked through the venue. He watched the eyes rove over your body in your dress, and then saw the wide eyes that followed when they saw who held your hand.

He looked at the bar and saw you there, backing up from a guy whose hands…

No. No no no. Hands off, fucker. Frankie thought angrily as he stalked towards the bar.

As he got closer, he heard the guy laugh and say, “The fat guy? Baby, he’d probably get grease stains on your pretty dress.”

Frankie felt like he got the wind knocked out of him. He looked at you, seeing your body language morph from defense to attack mode.

“Excuse me?”, you snarled at the man, eyebrows high.

“Honey, a cute little thing like you deserves to be on the arm of someone who knows how to say ‘no’ to seconds.”, he smiles, then points his thumb to Frankie. “Him? He’s a fat guy with a gut that needs some fucking discipline drilled into him. Not worth your time, kitten.”

Your jaw tightened and your eyes burned. “How fucking dare you…”, you growled, feeling your first tighten and pull back.

Frankie stepped in front of you, his back to the man, and gently putting his hands on your sides to guide you away. “Not worth it, baby. Remember, you’re here for work. I’m okay, Mouse. Walk away.”, he said in a hushed tone, eyes trying to connect with yours, but you kept moving your head shooting daggers at the man.

“Did you hear what he said about you?!”, you barked, trying to get around Frankie to get back to the man, but he held you back. “No, it’s not okay, Frankie! Let me go!”

You ripped Frankie’s hands off you. Stomping towards the man, Frankie desperately tried to get another grip on you.

“What’s your problem, huh?”, you bark at the man, jabbing his chest with your finger.

“Baby’s got a temper.”, he cooed, then sneered at Frankie. “She a lot to handle, fat boy?”

You felt flames burning through your veins and you wanted blood. “Call him that again. I fucking dare you.”, you snarled.

The man’s grin started to fall, the feral look in your eye caught him off guard, and he spat, “Crazy whore. Hey, fat boy, get your bitch on a leash when you’re in public next time.”, then turned to walk away.

You went to lunge at him, but Frankie caught you.

“Mouse, stop. Come on… you need to cool down.”, he said in calm yet stern tone while he held you back. He could feel you trying to pull out of his grip, but he held firm.

You hadn’t caused a huge scene but there were some spectators still watching you both, and Frankie needed to get you out of there.

Elise and Molly had witnessed the whole thing and informed you that the man was no more than a temp filling it at one of the other firms. It didn’t help. He’d insulted Frankie – your Frankie. You were furious.

Frankie thanked the ladies, and as you walked down to the parkade, he looked dejected. The words had gotten to him and you could not allow them to sit and fester in his mind. Your fists were balled so tight you thought you might break your fingers at the thought that those words made him feel as bad you felt angry.

Getting down to the parking lot, he unlocked the passenger side door for you and went to open it, but you slammed it closed and pushed Frankie up against the truck, caging him in between your hands.

“Mouse? honey… what’s-”, Frankie asked, confused.

“I love that you love to eat. I love feeling your weight on me when you fuck me.”, you growled aggressively between deep breaths.

“I love knowing that this,”, your hands grabbed his belly, giving it a quick, firm shake, and Frankie let out a small whine. “This is because you love to stuff yourself on the food I make you.”

“I love knowing that when I’m done with you, your jeans don’t fit. I love knowing that no matter how much you eat, you will always have room for pussy.”

Frankie’s lips were parted, and he was panting. You were like watching a tornado – sublime, terrifying; he was awestruck.

“I love knowing that when you fuck me, I’m your princess.” You leaned in and ghosted your mouth over his. “Now get in the fucking truck, fat boy.”

Frankie crawled in the passenger side, and you hiked up your dress to your hips and crawled onto his lap, slamming the door behind you. You kissed him roughly, and Frankie moaned into your mouth, and you started to grind your hips into his.

You pulled back, hips still grinding, and ripped open the buttons to the dress shirt he had on, your heated gaze burning into his abdomen.

“You’re so fucking hot, Frankie…”, you panted, and your hands went to his belly, kneading and gripping him.

“Belly’s all for you, princess… getting fat for you.”, Frankie whined as he grabbed your waist with his large hands and ground up into you.

“Put the seat back.”, you moaned, continuing your gyrations and your fingers pressing into his chubby tummy.

Frankie adjusted the seat, you shifted back and opened his pants, pulling his leaking cock out. Frankie hooked a finger in your thong to pull it to the side, and you shifted over him and slid down on his member slowly.

Frankie watched your face as your adjusted to his size and held you but the back of your neck, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

“Yeah, my feisty girl… look so fucking hot, ready to fight… no one fucks with my baby.”, he whispered against your lips before he opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into yours.

You started moving up and down, and you sat up from the kiss. You looked down at Frankie and saw his lust-blown eyes shaded by heavy eyelids, his reddened kissed lips and his belly marked red from your fingers and framed by the de-buttoned shirt. Your hands went to his stomach, and you started to ride him faster, holding on to him as you bottomed out on him repeatedly.

“Oh fuck… Mouse… oh my god… keep going… fuck… fuck… you feel so good… my fucking hero, baby…”, he cried out.

Your walls started to tremor, and your orgasm hit you. “Frankie… I’m…. oh god!”, you wailed.

“Close… pr-princess… m’close… oh fuck… fuck…”, Frankie whined followed by a strangled moan.

You could feel your mixed spend seeping out and coating his lap and your thighs as both panted. No doubt the truck had been rocking and it certainly wasn’t soundproof, but neither of you cared in that moment.

You flopped on top of him, he hands went to your back, and rubbed soothingly, while he planted kisses in your hair and whispered, “Sucha good girl… love you so much, princess… deep breaths, honey… deep breaths…”

You felt completely fucked out and were ready for bed. Once Frankie was able to get into the driver’s seat, he turned on the truck and right before he pulled out the of the stall, he saw the man sitting in the car parked across from you, eyes wide.

Frankie smiled and winked at him before he exited the parkade.

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samuelyaboyy · 1 year ago

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Had to make a introduction abut me cuz idk

My name is Sarah

My favorite shows are the muppet show, animaniacs, ghost and Molly McGee, casagrandes, the loud house, don't hug me I'm scared, sonic x, sonic boom, the letter people, Eddsworld, sesame street, Rocko's Modern Life, Ren and Stimpy, CRiTORA, Catdog, moral Orel, muppets tonight, fanboy and Chum Chum, Fred Figglehorn, cartoonmania, mandela catalogue, walten files, Fred the Show, hi hi puffy Ami yumi, your favorite martian the series, nostalgia critic, angry video game nerd and potter puppet pals

My favorite movies are the muppet movie, the muppets, muppets most wanted, adventures of Elmo in Grouchland, Fred the movie, Fred 3 the movie, Fred 2 night of the living Fred and CartoonMania: the movie

My hyperfixations are mad scientist cartoon, the rockafire explosion, goosebumps, vocaloid, utau and clone high

My favorite music artists are lemon demon, neil cicierega, your favorite martian, will wood, will wood and the tapeworms, tally hall, Bart baker, ghost and pals, your favorite martian and oingo boingo

My favorite video games are quiplash, trivia murder party, trivia murder party 2, Friday night funkin, five nights at Freddy's, Dave and Bambi, sonic the hedgehog, Omori, team fortress 2, roblox, item asylum, survive and kill the killers on area 51, my singing monsters, my muppets show and my singing monsters dawn of fire

My comfort media are inanimate insanity and peewee's playhouse

I am a bisexual, pansexual polyamorous aroace non-binary transgender genderfluid and xenogender boy

I use he/they/faun/xem/it pronouns and neopronouns

I make xenogenders

I make headcanon about characters from every media

I'm neurodivergent, autistic and ADHD

DNI if:

Homophobic

Transphobic

Ableist

Racist

Vegan

Imvu players

P3d0

Autism speaks supporters/defenders

Xenogender anti

Neopronoun anti

RCTA

Z00ph1l3

N$fw

F3t!sh ppl

Inflation and v0r3 enjoyers

Lemon Demon anti

Spam bots

Favorite characters

Muppets - Uncle deadly, Dr phil van neuter johnny Fiama sal minella marvin Suggs Mr poodlepants chip bill the bug bobo the bear lew Zealand doctor Bunsen honeydew beaker Wayne and Wanda waldo C graphic digit newsman bill the bubble guy Wilkins wontkins bobby Benson link hogthrob Constantine the frog Sam the Eagle Howard Tubman Carter Zelda rose and Mulch

Sesame Street - Count von Count, Bill the Bug and Limbo/Nobody

Bart Baker - Taylor Swift, PSY, Lorde, William, Britney spears and Adam levine

Lemon Demon - Neil Cicierega

Animaniacs - Wakko Warner

The Ghost and Molly McGee - Sharon McGee, Leah stein-torres, Pete mcgee, Libby stein-torres, jinx, Molly McGee, scratch, Darryl McGee and Ezekiel tugbottom

Battle for Dream Island - Puffball

Friday night Funkin - Meri, Beepie, Dave and Bambi

Fred Franchise - Fred Figglehorn

Jashin-Chan - Hatsune Miku

CRiTORA - Kimi canicani, Iggy digahol, Avery Darling, eggy, queen virus, dundun qwerty, Pluto Georgia, spottie Leonard and Ernie joefreckler

Adventures of Elmo in grouchland - Huxley

Channel Awesome - Nostalgia Critic/Doug Walker

Muppets 2011 - Tex Richman

Cinemassacre - Angry Video Game Nerd

Muppet Movie - Max, Doc Hopper and Snake Walker

Pokemon - Sylveon

Fred the Movie - Kevin and Judy

Peewee's Playhouse - Cool Cat, Dirty Dog, Conky 2000, Randy and Chairry

Muppets from Space - K. Edgar singer

Rockafire Explosion - Rolfe Dewolfe and Dook Larue

Cartoonmania - Lucifer Killingsworth, Rufus, Ed Ted Ned and Fred, Anne Mermaid, Roy and Professor Qwertyson

Muppets Most Wanted - Dominic badguy

ABC Muppets - Pache/Pizza

Don't hug me I'm scared - Colin and Shrignold

Muppets Tonight - Heather Locklear

Muppets Wizard of Oz - Wicked Witch of the west

Crash and Bernstein - Crash

Fraggle Rock - Large Marvin fraggle

Clone High - Topher Bus, Abe, Professor Scudsworth and Mr. butlertron wesley

Scott the Woz - Scott the Woz

Owl House - Collector

BFFS list

@elle-eedee @emishows123 @splashy900 @boogiestronic80s @nightmaremp @moshywoosh @cheezecirno

Might pin this later 👀

This was inspired by @emishows123

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retrograderesemblance · 9 months ago

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Perhaps the apple was offered at an odd angle, but if it was out of sorts, her husband didn't seem to notice, finally taking a bite of his own; Molly was still meticulously chewing her own final bite; she'd purposely bitten into the core, now sorting with her tongue between the edible bits and stashing what few seeds she'd managed to steal into the corner of her cheek.

The barn doors slammed inward then, with a subtlety reminiscent of a bull slipping in its own shit, the bark of, "Hands above your head!" drowned out by the present choking beside her.

"Fucking hell, Tallmadge!" Molly growled, one hand placed on Abe's shoulder, her other hand violently smacking him on the back until he was able to swallow down his unfinished bite.

"I'm sorry we're late Those damned fools out there kept slowing our progress..."

"That's what you get, letting your precious navigator make off with your wife." She grumbled irritably; Caleb had been taken as well in the ambush, capture, whatever it was being called in the paperwork she hoped Ben was buried in for a stunt like this proposed one; but somehow, Brewster's fate seemed wholly unimportant in comparison to Bekah's.

Pouting almost pathetically at the consequence of their barn doors, she knew it'd need a new latch when they returned. Abe moved haphazardly away from her, shoving over a chair - for half a second, she expected him to gently lay it over on its side - before flinging the dribbled remainders of his ale along the tabletop. A poor staging, but luckily Wakefield was too hollow-headed a sort to notice.

"Lift up your arms. I'll need to tie you both, if this is to remain convincing."

She scoffed when Ben moved to her first, all her previous disdain towards the man from their younger years felt tenfold for the way he'd been brainless enough to lose Bekah; still in her admonishment, her bottom lip curled ever so slightly to keep the seeds tucked into her cheek.

"Is there anything I can do to ensure your comfort? It's going to be a bit of a journey...short, but uncomfortable."

“Is it possible for any aspect of a kidnapping to be comfortable?”

A stupid back and forth when the answer was already so obvious, still, Molly acquiesced, turning so Ben could bind her wrists behind her back. She waited until the ropes were tightened, offering a proposal of her own, wholly opposite to the conversation taking place,

"How real do you want this to look?"

She didn't wait for his answer - hell, Abe was still waiting for an answer to his own inquiry - and she forcefully rammed her head back. Whether her skull connected with Ben's jaw or his nose, it was hard to tell - contrary to what one might think, most parts of the face felt similar when you really got down to it.

@honorhearted

"We're not leaving Bekah to rot in a cell."

Contrary to collective belief, Abe wasn’t stupid. Despite Bekah being a childhood friend of Molly’s, he knew there was more to it than she let on. This was also about Selah, about the inability to save him in the end. Truly, there was nothing more anyone could have done for him, but there was something they could do for Bekah. So reluctantly, Abe permitted his wife and the mother of his child to get involved, even if it went against his every instinct.

"Eh, have you eaten today?"

Before he could give her an answer, she was there beside him, offering the rest of her apple, her mouth still full from the last bite. She always did look adorable when she was quite literally stuffing her face. She also made a good point about the fact that they would soon be starving ‘hostages,’ so there was no use in arguing.

“Have I told you today I don’t deserve you?” he asked, unable to keep himself from smiling as he took the apple, only to nearly choke on the bite he took when the door flew open, nearly torn from its hinges as it bashed the nearest wall.

"Hands above your head!" Benjamin barked, flintlock in hand, "Go on, do it!"

Abe coughed and beat his chest with his fist as he forced himself to swallow the apple lodged in his throat, gasping as the door was finally closed.

“God Almighty, Tallmadge. You’re too thorough for your own good!” "I'm sorry we're late Those damned fools out there kept slowing our progress..."

“Do any of them know this is a ruse?”

Having dropped the rest of the fruit, Abe dismissed the idea of picking it up after hearing it roll off somewhere several feet away. Oh well. It might serve as a sign of the forced entry. For good measure, he also knocked over a chair and spilled the last of his ale across the table’s surface.

"Lift up your arms. I'll need to tie you both, if this is to remain convincing."

Watching as Ben bound Molly, his stomach churned and he felt regret for allowing her to be a part of this. If things went South, someone needed to be around for little Jesse, and if it could only be one of them, Abe would rather it be her.

"Is there anything I can do to ensure your comfort? It's going to be a bit of a journey...short, but uncomfortable."

“Is it possible for any aspect of a kidnapping to be comfortable?” he challenged, half quipping, half serious. @retrograderesemblance

#a wife for a wife #faithhearted #honorhearted #molly x abe

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killed-by-choice · 1 month ago

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“Alvilda Roe” (Denmark 1961–1969)

In 1970, the Department of Gynaecology and Obstetrics at Frederiksberg Hospital published a study on the statistics and effects of “therapeutic” legal abortions. “Alvilda” was one of three women whose deaths were recorded in the data.

Sometime between 1961 and 1969, Alvilda underwent a saline abortion. She contracted sepsis and died of septic shock.

The saline abortion method was highly dangerous. No matter how the law or the university classified it, the fatal procedure was inherently hazardous, not “therapeutic.”

Others killed by saline abortion include Linda Boom, Christella Marie Forte, Kathryn Strong, Cheryl Tubbs, Jackie Bailey, Lynn McNair, Gwendolyn Drummer, Twila Coulter, Angel Dardie, Carmen Rodriguez, Nathalie Meyers, Barbara Riley, Elizabeth Tsuji, Beverly Agnes, Francesca Sardina, “Molly” (USA 1975), “Becky” (USA 1971), “Emmeline” (UK 1967), “Emelia” (UK 1966), “Elizabeth” (1966), “Lana” (USA 1973), “Lexi” (USA 1970), “Lori” (USA 1970), “Lottie” (USA 1970), “Jenny” (UK 1971), “Melissa” (USA 1992), “Malorie” (USA 1974), “Wendy” (USA 1972), “Abigail” (USA 1971), “Phyllis” (USA ~1971), “Trinity” (USA ~1975), “Coral” (USA 1971), “Chryssie” (USA 1975), “Nancy” (USA 1972), “Erica” (USA 1974), “Anita” (USA 1971), “Vicki” (USA 1971), “Beth” (USA 1971), “April” (USA 1971), “Sara” (USA 1972), “Barbara” (USA 1971), “Beatrice” (USA, year unspecified), “Christi” (1972), “Erica” (1974), “Ellen” (1974), “Eleanor” (USA 1973), “Melanie” (1979), “Martha” (1973), “Willow” (1983), “Meredith” (1979), “Sheila” (USA ~1971), “Jade” (USA 1973), “Raiza” (Yugoslavia ~1969), and “Sierra” (country of death unspecified).

https://obgyn.onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/abs/10.1002/j.1879-3479.1970.tb00305.x

https://www.semanticscholar.org/paper/Complications-to-Therapeutic-Abortions-Olsen-Nielsen/f9a568dac4ed6222db7a114c12e47cc5531ec790

https://archive.org/details/sim_lying-in_1972-02_8_2/page/68/mode/1up?view=theater

#tw abortion #pro life #pre roe legal #unsafe yet legal #tw ab*rtion #abortion is not healthcare #tw murder #abortion #abortion debate #death from legal abortion #unidentified victim

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sneezinbird-new · 1 year ago

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Oh hi there!!

you can call me Phillip or Raine :D

im a minor so don’t be weird

fandoms:

- hermitcraft

- traffic life smp/series

- empires smp

- sonic

- aimsey’s smp

- ranboo

- mlp & equestria girls

- qsmp

- underverse/undertale aus (my moot @/anzuro made an awesome crossover au “traffic sanses” (life series x sans au) and i’m obsessed)

- maybe i’ll remember some and if i will i’ll add them here

i take sketch requests! no nfsv or whatever that thing is called

DNI:

- Dream stans

- Wilbur apologists

- []philes, []isms (accept autism)

- proshipping

- homo/transphobes

- a-phobes(aro/ace/agendephobes)

what you will most likely see here:

- mcyt fanart and even fanfics maybe!!

- my OC’s i guess (not sure ab that one, but i’m gonna leave it here just in case)

navigation tags:

# raine’s rambling — just me talking ab stuff

# fanart :P - fanart, what can i say 🤷

# stories from the rift & # sftr au- everything related to my life series & hermitcraft au*

# qtommy god of fraud au - my qsmp au where tommy and molly are god in qsmp and are hanging around qtubbo a lot

# sneezy ocs - all about my OCs(original characters)

# omg someone asked a bird - i got an ask (rare)

# sneeze draws - any sort of my art

* if you seen the posts with the fic, no you didn’t

#some tags ->#raine’s rambling #fanart :P #stories from the rift #sneezy ocs #sftr au

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retrograderesemblance · 1 year ago

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@pagetreader

With her knees curled to her chest, her head was submerged under the water just enough so her hair and ears were covered, she almost didn't hear the knock on the bedroom door. But when she did comprehend the faint echoed rap, she groaned lightly, righting herself into a seated position, her knees still tucked to her chest in the small tub. Water dripped loudly from her hair into the bath surrounding her, but she ignored it, reaching for the diminishing bar of soap, creating suds in her hands, "You can come in."

She knew it was only Abe, back from his trip into town, no doubt.

Molly knew she wasn't exactly an attractive sight with her hair sopping wet, her chest as bare as the rest of her in the soap and dirt murked water, but she still scoffed at her husband's reaction to the sight of her.

"Don't look at me like that. It's nothing you haven't seen before."

As she could recall, he had seen her in this same state more than enough times when they were children on the days the lot of them would go down to bay to swim.

#wash day #pagetreader #molly x abe

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honeekyuu · 4 months ago

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squeeze. [sakusa kiyoomi x reader] brews abridged intros.

aone's body count

masterlist.

[playlist]. brews abridged || vibes

a/n. i come here today to convince molly that aone is a pleasant lovely wonderful glorious perfect beautiful incredible precious lovable-[GUNSHOTS]

warnings: platonic soulmates hinatayn

✗ !!! minors do not interact !!! ✗

✗ !!! ignore timestamps !!! ✗

brews abridged is a 3-in-1 coffee shop-bookstore-wine bar (ive been to one of these before, theyre kinda crazy). theyve been in business for five years

hinata always wanted to run a bookstore and yachi always wanted to run a cafe, and yn said why the fuck not both??? and aone just nodded and joined in for the vibes

none of them know a single fucking thing about wine or running a wine bar, but it is somehow their most popular feature

they leave aone in charge of it and he just pours a glass of the nearest thing when customers approach the bar. people dont ask him for recommendations because it is so painfully clear he wont answer. it works for some reason, the masses love him.

otherwise, aone can most often be found lingering in hinata's general vicinity and pointing aggressively at shelves when people ask him for book recs

hinata's favorite pastime is starting arguments with aone because it is literally just him getting riled up and aone staring down at him and making faces

yachi is their token flower pretty baby girl -- she just smiles and speaks in butterflies and rainbows and every regular is in love with her

she upcharges them for their lattes when theyre not looking. she's never been caught

she is also responsible for aone's twt header. he had no opinions on the matter

the brews abridged crew are also roommates

they have a running tally called “days since aone’s spoken” hanging in the kitchen, because he texts in exclusively emojis 90% of the time

yn and hinata are childhood best friends, and they met yachi in high school. yn met aone in a bookstore and realized over the course of a few weeks that they were both regulars. she decided he was the most precious man to ever walk the earth and promptly adopted him. to this day, he has no idea what the hell that was about

aone’s music taste is JUST the brews abridged playlist. He only listens to the brews abridged playlist. this is why he doesnt have a spotify profile lol -- he doesnt add to their collaborative shop playlist at ALL, he just consumes and bops his little head

yn has a spine tattoo of a snake, and only her roommates know this. hinata has the same tattoo on his sternum.

hinatayn are platonic soulmates, they share a single brain cell and often make freaky telepathic eye contact across rooms

they flipped a coin for who had to get the sternum tattoo because it’s simply that painful and neither of them wanted it but they had already committed to the soulmate tattoos

let’s not talk ab the fact that they flipped a fucking coin to decide tattoo placements

hinata named their group chat. aone doesnt understand. he's never slept with any of them? why are they his body count?

taglist = [open]

@mollyrolls @nectardaddy @onlytendoguesses @scinclaitnoir @marsoverthestars

@bookskeepers @choerry-picking @siheez @introvertsince2003 @eggyrocks

@atrashsith @beckixwsm @kakeru-eem @atsumusc0ck @seroh

@reignsaway @a-little-pebbl @bakingcuriosity @dondoncool @corvid007

@asthmaticcchoeee @liliumaraneae @savemebrazilhinata @whydoyoucare866

she put my hand up on her throat and told me // squeeze that shiiii-

squeeze [ghostemane].

#haikyuu #haikyuu texts #haikyuu smau #haikyu smut #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa texts #sakusa smau #sakusa smut

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retrograderesemblance · 1 year ago

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The worst of it was, Molly knew she was being unreasonable, knew that only a fool would extend the same offer if introduced to her circumstances. She had nothing - no dowry, no prospects, no connections.

If they were younger, she was certain she would've laughed in Abe's face and said cruel things when he lowered himself on a knee, uttering her Christian name, " Mary Floyd Strong... " but instead all she could do was fumble for the bottle of whiskey, only realizing then the affect the drink was beginning to have over her, shakily refilling her glass, draining it in a swift swallow. She wasn't sure the purpose of all this, perhaps it was to calm her nerves, perhaps it was to drown out the prospect, the meaning of his speeches. He was still speaking though.

" Regardless of the law, I would not hold you to any marital obligation to me. If you so choose, all this has to be is a business transaction between friends that will protect you from ruin. "

Finally she dared turn to meet his gaze, trying to read his expression even though she didn't need too. She had never considered the likes of Abraham Woodhull to be a friend, but with every other acquaintance they'd shared, perhaps that was all they could refer to one another as in this war. Even in her inebriated state, she somehow knew what he said was true. If she wasn't drunk, she was certain she may have burst into tears, motivated by fear, anger, relief, at the humiliation that she didn't deserve his pity or kindness or loneliness or whatever it was that persuaded him to make such an offer. But she couldn't muster such a reaction now.

Swallowing, "All right." Her movements were delayed, a familiar affect of her overindulgence.

Somehow she found herself slid to the floor, out of her chair, so she was on her knees beside him, and drawn by some force from the drink, she place a kiss on his cheek before winding her arms around him in a hug, a whispered, "Thank you," muttered from her lips.

"Fuck you."

A number of possible reactions had crossed his mind, but none that had involved such colorful language. However, he probably should have expected as much considering who he conversed with.

Eyes wide and mouth agape, Abe tried to conjure up some sort of response, but couldn't manage it. Instead, he watched her face twist into that of irritation before she finally emitted a scoff.

"No. You can't be serious."

She had every reason to be suspicious and reluctant. After all, how in their right mind would ever marry him? A lowly and failed cabbage farmer who was notorious for his cowardice. Molly might very well be better off marrying a mule.

Self-consciously rubbing his hands together, he stared down at the fine wood of the table before forcing himself to meet her eye, "I would never jest about such serious matters, Miss Strong, but I can also understand if my offer is a ludicrous one."

As if he could ever make her happy -- or any woman for that matter. Besides, this espionage affair would no doubt be time-consuming. He didn't have any business entertaining the notion of marriage at such a dire time. Even so, he couldn't very well call himself a man if he didn't make every attempt to aid a woman in need.

He recognized the pain and sadness in her eyes, having been there himself on many an occasion, more often than he would care to admit, and his heart went out to her regardless of his binding circumstances.

Mustering his nerve, he rounded the table, standing nervously before her for a moment until finally, he managed to kneel down, "Mary Floyd Strong, I don't have much of anything to offer, but I can promise that I would do everything in my power to take proper care of you. Regardless of the law, I would not hold you to any marital obligation to me. If you so choose, all this has to be is a business transaction between friends that will protect you from ruin."

Though he hesitated, Abe placed a hand over hers, hoping he had at least offered her some semblance of comfort.

"I've meant no offense. The last thing I'd want to do is hurt you."

#headstrong humor #pagetreader #molly x abe #// *screams into the void at that tag*

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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The Curveball Part 13 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Molly didn't think life with Bob could get any better. Then their son arrives, and she's proven wrong yet again. She doesn't know what the future holds, but she knows that she wants her family with her for every adventure. And that starts with a trip down a grassy path through some wildflowers.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swears, pregnancy, smut, 18+

Length: 3900 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

Check my masterlist for more! The Curveball masterlist

Thank you to @mak-32 and @teacupsandtopgun for the beautiful banners!

With the number of times Bob had to field the question, "So how did you and Molly get engaged?" you would have thought he could answer it by now without blushing. But he couldn't. Not even close.

The only ones who knew what really happened were Nat, Bradley and Molly's sister. Nat kept calling Molly 'a goddamn legend'. Bradley cringed. And Molly's sister just said, "Yeah, that tracks."

But Molly kept those pretty Mrs. Floyd nipple piercings in for him, and he loved her even more for it. Her belly had gotten so big by Valentine's Day, he didn't know how she'd make it all the way to her due date in another four weeks. She looked absolutely exhausted after every shift in the emergency room, and more often than not, she ended up falling asleep on the couch with him after dinner while they watched a murder documentary.

"Mo," he whispered on Friday night after she fell asleep mostly on top of him on the couch, his big hand splayed over her belly. His son was squirming a bit as he stroked her soft skin. She was incredible. His Molly. They hadn't decided exactly when they were going to get married, but she kept talking about wildflower meadows. So he agreed to wait until the summer, after the baby was born.

He had to whisper her name a few times before she jolted awake. "Hmm?" she moaned. "Bobby, I was in the middle of a delicious nap." He kissed her lips when she pouted at him.

"Let's get in bed, Honey," he said softly, pulling her shirt down over her belly. "We have to babysit Ev tomorrow so your sister and Bradley can go out for Valentine's Day."

She smirked at him. "They like to do dirty shit in the Bronco."

Bob just shrugged. "We do dirty stuff in my truck all the time."

She moaned softly as she said, "We sure do, Lieutenant Floyd." Bob's eyes slowly closed as Molly's hand skimmed down his abs and into the waistband on his underwear. "Dirty stuff everywhere. Anything my fiancé wants."

Bob grunted as her small hand wrapped around his cock, and her lips grazed his stubbled jaw. He was getting harder as she stroked him slowly, tongue darting out to taste his neck. "Molly," he moaned, bucking up into her hand as she teased his tip. But she just hummed against him as she jerked him off. And then her hand slowly came to a stop until she was just softly cupping his balls.

And then he heard her soft, even breathing next to his ear, and Bob couldn't help but laugh. She actually fell asleep while she was giving him a handjob. Bob thought for a moment that maybe a less secure man would be insulted, and maybe that's what Molly was used to in the past, but he knew she was beyond tired right now.

He kissed her forehead and gently eased her hand back out from his underwear. "It's bedtime," he whispered, and she jolted awake again.

"No," she said, shaking her head and trying to reach for his cock.

"Yes," he replied with a chuckle as he slid out from under her without being too rough with her bump. "Come on, and I'll rub your back until you fall asleep in bed."

"Mmkay," she agreed, bleary eyed as Bob led her to their bedroom. He helped her get undressed, kneeling in front of her and placing some gentle kisses to her belly like he did every night.

"I love you," he whispered as Molly ran her fingers through his hair. The nightly conversations with his son were something he was definitely going to keep doing after the baby was born. "I can't wait to meet you. We just finished getting your nursery ready. I hope you like baseball, because your Uncle Bradley and I went a little nuts in there."

"That's an understatement," Molly whispered. "They went flipping bananas."

Bob cupped her pretty belly with both of his hands and smiled. "Mommy's right. We did go overboard."

He watched Molly yawn before she said, "It's okay. Everett and Piper will teach him all about baseball." And then she kept yawning, so Bob got her settled into bed with a pillow tucked against her belly. He set his glasses on the nightstand and turned off the lamp. And then he climbed in behind her as the big spoon and kissed the engagement ring she was wearing.

"You wanna talk about baby names?" he asked, rubbing his hand along her side, because he knew it would make her sleepy.

"I only like a handful of names," she replied, and Bob could hear the pout in her voice even though the room was dark.

"Come on, Mo. Literally anything except Everett. Your sister will never forgive you."

"Yeah, but my nephew will think it's funny, and that's almost enough motivation for me to do it."

Bob groaned. "What's your second favorite name?"

It took Molly a few moments, but eventually she said, "I want to name him after you."

"Robert Junior?" he said, already shaking his head. "RJ?" He didn't like it at all.

"No. Your middle name. We can call him Charlie," she mumbled, obviously dozing off.

Now Bob smiled as he kissed his sleeping fiancee on the shoulder. "Charlie Floyd."

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Since it wasn't a leap year, Molly knew Bob wasn't really getting a birthday. "Still only eight years old," she told him on February twenty eighth. She was straddling his lap on the couch, but her belly was fucking enormous now and always in the way. He didn't seem to mind though as he gently held her and cradled her and the baby. She kissed down his cheek until she got to his lips. "You look terrible for your age."

Bob burst out laughing. "Thanks, Honey. Hoping the kid gets your genetics."

"Call him by his name," she whispered.

"Charlie," Bob said with a smile. There was no room left for Charlie to move around too much, but he always seemed to know when Bob was nearby. He was currently squirming so much, Molly was getting heartburn.

"He just wants his daddy all the time," she said, running her hands slowly over Bob's chest. "I want his daddy all the time, too."

"Yeah?" Bob asked cautiously. It was really difficult to fuck now. Molly was always uncomfortable. But she knew Bob was never going to rush her. So they spent about five minutes getting her propped up on the couch with throw pillows.

"This is a lot of work for you to get some birthday sex, Bobby," she crooned as his erection bumped her repeatedly in the leg while he made sure she was comfortable.

"It's worth it," he replied as he sank into her warm pussy.

"Oh, yeah... definitely worth it," she agreed, rocking back gently to meet his slow thrusts. It was unhurried and perfect, and Bob's big hands wrapped around to her belly made her feel safe.

But later that evening, she knew she had to do something she really didn't want to do. "Bob, it's time," she said solemnly as she stood with her jewelry box in both hands.

"I understand," he whispered, taking it from her and sitting down on their bed. He sighed sadly and watched her pull her shirt over her head followed by her sports bra. And then the pretty Mrs. Floyd piercings had to come out. She almost laughed at the sad look on his face as she put them in her jewelry box and closed the lid.

"They'll be back. I promise."

"I know," he whispered, kissing along both of her breasts and nuzzling her with his nose. She felt like she looked all swollen and misshapen, but he didn't seem to mind as he kissed her everywhere.

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"You can't be serious right now," Molly groaned the following night as she nibbled on some pizza. Everyone was out for Bob's fake birthday at the usual restaurant. "You're going to Disney World? Without me?!" she asked Everett.

Bob tried not to laugh as his soon to be nephew looked genuinely upset. "Mom, can we bring Aunt Molly with us?" he whispered.

But Molly just laughed and kissed him. "No, this vacation is for you and your parents. Besides, the baby will be too young this summer. I'll come next time."

"How much longer until the baby comes?" Everett asked her looking at her belly hopefully. "This is taking forever."

"Hopefully just a few more days," Bob supplied, offering Molly more pizza. But she hadn't even finished one slice yet, just sipping some apple juice instead.

"No," she told him. "I don't feel great today."

Then Bob noticed the ridiculous grin on Everett's face where he sat perched on Bradley's lap. "I got a new dad. I'm getting my very own cousin, and even an Uncle Bob!"

"You're living your best life, my man," Molly told him. "It's like you planned this all out."

But she really didn't look comfortable at all, and Bob knew she was struggling with fatigue now. So he kissed her cheek, insisted on paying for dinner, and started to herd everyone outside. As soon as he opened the passenger side door of his truck and tried to help her in, she started shaking her head.

"I'm going to throw up," she insisted and started heading for some of the shrubs along the side of the parking lot. "Oh. Oh no."

But she didn't throw up. Her water broke. Bob froze as Molly turned to look at him as she started crying. "I just peed," she whispered.

Then his adrenaline kicked in fully, and he closed the distance to her. "Honey, I think your water broke," he said gently, and she gasped, panic all over her face.

"No," she said, shaking her head more. "I'm not ready."

"I don't think we have much choice," he told her carefully as he guided her back to the truck. Her sister had already left with Bradley and Everett, so he would have to call them once they got to the hospital. But he needed to focus on this first, because Molly was starting to lose it.

"I can't do this. I can't!" she nearly screamed, fighting him as he tried to get her into the truck. Her pink leggings were all wet, and she was scrambling in every direction seemingly at the same time. "I don't want to," she informed him, eyes wide and unsure.

"I'll be with you the whole time," he whispered, kissing her cheek. He was over prepared. He knew that. But he'd been sending Molly around everywhere with her hospital bag which he had packed for her, and it was currently tucked behind the driver's seat. She was as ready as she was going to be whether she wanted to admit it or not.

Once he was finally pulling out of the parking lot with Molly successfully buckled in, Bob felt the panic as well, but he tried to keep his cool. Then suddenly Molly clutched at her belly and loudly groaned, "Shit."

"What?!"

"Is that a contraction?" she asked, gripping at the door handle. "Shit! Fucking hurts!"

When they finally got to the hospital, things had gotten worse. He took her in through the emergency room since that was where she worked. Everyone ran out to watch Bob wheel her inside in a wheelchair. She was gripping the arms and looking back up at him like he was absolutely ruining her day by bringing her here.

"Molly's here!" one of her coworkers yelled.

Molly responded by crying and shouting, "Fuck!" But nobody seemed to think this was unexpected. They just helped Bob along to the elevator and opened all of the necessary doors to get her to the labor and delivery area.

"Thanks," he told them as another nurse let him know he could take Molly into room two. There were new mothers and nurses pushing bassinets around. It was serene. Peaceful. Really one of the loveliest things Bob had ever seen. And he was currently interrupting it by pushing Molly through as she moaned the f-word so loud and so long that nearly everyone was turning to look.

"It's okay, Honey," he promised as he got her into room number two.

"No, Bob!" she shouted. "It is fucking not okay! I feel like I pissed myself. I look like I pissed myself. And Charlie fucking hates me, because it hurts so much!"

She was doubled over, holding her belly. The pain on her face as she had a contraction made Bob reach for her instantly. A tear slid down her cheek, and she whimpered. And then the obscenities flowed.

Bob tried to apologize to all of the nurses as Molly called them 'fucking assfucks', but they didn't seem to mind at all. He did however close the door as her contractions got closer together.

Hours later, after he had called his mom and Molly's sister and told them what was going on, Bob was exhausted. But he knew Molly was much worse off in that department. She was soaked with sweat and was currently glaring at him.

"I hope you're happy, Bob," she growled, eyes flashing. "Your monster cock did this to me. Lulled me into a false sense of sexual bliss. And then your filthy mega sperm took over, and finished the job."

She looked like she wanted to hurt him, and he had to try very hard not to laugh as he held her hand. "I'm sorry, Mo. I'll never do it again," he promised.

Then she started crying. "You'll never fuck me again?"

"That's not what I meant!" he said quickly, but she was already in tears. And she said the word 'cuntbag' so many times in a row while she pushed that he lost count.

"I see the baby," the doctor finally announced after what seemed like days.

"Get it out! Get it fucking out!" Molly screamed, and Bob felt like screaming too. She had such a tight grip on his fingers, he was sure she cracked some bones.

But when she looked at him, clearly scared, he kissed her sweaty forehead and told her he had never been more impressed by anyone in his entire life. And it was the truth. She looked like she was on the verge of passing out when the doctor announced that it was in fact a boy and gave the time of birth. After Charlie was measured and weighed, one of the nurses placed him in Molly's arms.

"I don't know what to do," she whispered, carefully holding him against her chest with one arm and stroking his cheek with her fingers. "I don't know what to do." But her gaze was transfixed on their son, and her lips were softly parted in wonder. Bob could already tell that Charlie was the perfect baby. Little puckered lips and eyes that were fighting to stay open against the bright overhead lights.

"Oh my god," Bob whispered, leaning down to kiss his son. "Molly. He's actually perfect."

Her fingers stroked along his soft skin while Bob held onto one tiny fist. "He actually is."

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The only problem with the next few months was that they flew by. All of Bob's aviator friends had covered the pickup truck in yellow and black BABY ON BOARD signs the day they took Charlie home from the hospital. Molly thought it was hilarious, but Bob grumbled as he removed all of them.

To Molly's extreme annoyance, Charlie seemed to prefer Bradley over all of their other visitors. Everett was overjoyed every time he got to sit with the baby, and her sister was already helping Molly with literally everything under the sun. But it was Bradley who was able to calm Charlie down and get him to fall asleep on his chest.

"I'm the baby whisperer," he informed everyone every time he had the opportunity.

"You're Uncle Turd," Molly told him, but Bradley just smiled at her. She couldn't be too mean, because she needed his help. He was the one who was supposed to be distracting Bob for an entire day while Molly got her wedding gift for him finished.

She wasn't sure what the two men were going to do after the batting cages, but Molly didn't really care. She had approximately seven hours from the time she dropped Charlie off with her sister to the time she had to be back home. The wedding was in a week, the bodice of her dress was sheer lace, and she wanted the tattoo to be perfect.

After she told her tattoo artist the exact placement she wanted and the colors to use, she sat back in the chair in her bra with her arm over her head. Molly looked down at the stretch marks on her still puffy belly. Instead of talking to Charlie there every night, Bob sat in the nursery for fifteen minutes and chatted while he rocked him to sleep. And then he did any number of sweet or dirty things to her before they fell asleep together for a few precious hours until the baby woke them up.

But Bob never once made her feel like her weird looking belly was an issue for him. And when she brought it up one night with tears threatening behind her eyes, he told her she was more beautiful than anything he could have ever dreamed up. And Bob never lied.

"All finished," the artist said, wiping along her skin with a towel one last time and handing her a mirror.

A big, bold violet. A beautiful, blooming daffodil. And even a small pink rosebud. Bob, Charlie and Bradley. "Looks great."

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As soon as Molly showed Bob her tattoo, he wrapped her up in his arms. "Gorgeous, Honey," he said, kissing her before examining it a little closer. He ran his fingers along the colorful carnations that were there for her mom and dad, and when he got to the daffodil that she got for Charlier, his fingers froze. There was a small gap between his flower and their son's flower, and when he looked up at Molly she was smiling. "Is it finished now?" he asked cautiously.

She just shrugged. "I'm not sure yet."

Bob would never pressure her to have another child with him. He hadn't really expected to get this lucky in life, let alone feel bold enough to hope for anything more. But that little gap gave him butterflies. Charlie was the sweetest baby in the world, and Bob was obsessed with being a dad. It was his favorite thing. And he wouldn't hesitate to list the condo and find a bigger place if Molly wanted to do this all over again. "You just let me know."

"I will, Coach Cute Daddy."

Bob held her close, knowing they needed to get ready for bed soon. Charlie was still notorious for waking them up at three in the morning to eat, even though he was four months old. Molly kept saying he would probably grow out of it soon, but Bob figured his son loved them so much, he wanted them in the nursery with him.

"Are you ready for Saturday?" he asked, taking his glasses off as Molly climbed into bed.

"Are you asking if I'm ready for the dream wedding that I've spent months planning out? Then yes, I'm ready. All you have to do is show up with the baby, agree to marry me, kiss me, and fuck me. Not all in the wildflower meadow."

Bob kissed along her shoulder as she fell asleep. Molly made him laugh more than he ever had before. And Charlie made him smile more than he ever had before. And by Saturday evening, he'd be married.

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"I can't believe my wild child of a baby sister is getting married today."

Molly sighed contentedly and said, "To Bob Floyd. The sweet, shy man of my dreams."

Her sister laughed and added, "I don't think Bob was planning on anything like you happening to him."

Molly scoffed as she picked up her bouquet made entirely of gas station flowers. "Anything like me? You mean getting his world rocked and having a kid after being together less than a year? He's lucky."

"He is," she agreed, kissing Molly's cheek. "Now please explain to me why you are getting married with these cheap flowers when there's literally an entire meadow of multicolored poppies and zinnias growing outside?"

Molly pressed her nose to them. "Because Bob picked them up for me last night, and they're my favorite. The other flowers can learn some respect."

"If you say so," she replied, taking Molly by the hand. "As soon as I can give you away, you are one hundred percent Bob's problem." But she was holding tight to Molly's hand, and it sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

Molly walked outside with her sister and started down the grassy path toward the spot where Bob was holding Charlie in the distance. "I will never stop being your problem. And Bradley's problem by proximity."

"Good," her sister whispered, and Molly smiled at her as she cried a little bit. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

And then they walked toward the setting sun past the most beautiful shades of orange, green and yellow Molly could imagine. And it probably wasn't like other weddings, but the best ones weren't.

They stopped so Molly could give hugs and kisses to Bob's parents and the rest of his family. And they stopped so she could get a kiss on the forehead from Bradley. "Love you, turd," she whispered.

"Hey," he said in his raspy voice as she kissed Everett. "You owe me forever for agreeing to coach tee ball with Bob."

"And you owe me forever for letting you marry my sister," she replied easily.

He just nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. We're square."

Molly was laughing as she handed her gas station flowers off to Nat with a hug, and then she was standing in front of Bob and Charlie.

"Hey, Honey," Bob whispered as she took Charlie from his hands so she could hold him for a bit while he napped. She kissed his soft chubby cheek, and his eyes fluttered open before closing again.

Then she met Bob's greenish blue eyes, and he was looking at her like that very first day at tee ball, over a year ago. Like he couldn't believe she was giving him the time of day. She took a step closer to him, and said, "Hey, Coach Cute Glasses. Did you remember your allergy pills?"

"A double dose," he promised. "You ready to marry me?"

"Yes."

Molly held Charlie, and Bob wrapped his strong arm around her waist as they turned toward the sunset. The wedding was short, led by John who married her sister and Bradley last September. And as Molly closed her eyes and kissed Bob at the end of the ceremony, the warmth of the summer evening and the scent of wildflowers washed over her.

The soft nudge of Bob's glasses against her cheek and the way he helped cradle Charlie had Molly leaning in for another kiss. Maybe it would be just the three of them, maybe not. But Molly wanted to take her family on every adventure with her.

"I love you, Cowboy Bob."

Bob smiled and kissed her softly before pressing his lip to Charlie's forehead. "I love you both."

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Ahhhh! Thanks for joining Molly, Bob and CHARLIE on this little adventure! I'm sure they will have so many more together. You can always peep more details about them if you read Batting Practice (and maybe some future one-shots)! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing.