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chamomiletealeaf · 9 months ago

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okay i saw your tall thick girl post and i gotta ask now… how do we think the 141 men would react to a girl with a tummy / hip dips ? and when she’s insecure about it.

RAHHH YES

As a girl with a tummy and hipdips so deep there are men with rounder hips than me, I love this idea

The way I wrote Johnny's has ME BLUSHING MY GOD I NEED HIM

warnings: afab! fem reader, insecurities, body worship, suggestive themes, reader has a belly piercing for Gaz's blurb, MDNI

Price can not keep his hands off you. Especially if you wear a tight fitted dress. So when he catches you pulling every tight fitted piece of clothing you own out of your closet he's confused.

"Lovie what's all this?" He asks, watching you throw your clothes out your closet.

"I'm getting rid of them." You say, face hidden from him so he can't see the tears well in your eyes.

He goes to pick up a blue baby doll slip dress you loved wearing on special occasions and holds it out to look at it.

"Even this one hun'? You love this one. It looks so cute on you." He says, genuinely confused why all of a sudden you hated the clothes you seemed to love wearing.

You turn around and snatch it from him angrily and throw it back on the floor.

"Yeah well I don't love it anymore." You say, turning back around to continue pulling your clothes off the hangers.

Price cautiously walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Honey. What's the matter?" He gently whispers in your ear.

You stop your movements and close your eyes, biting your lip to try and stop the tears from falling.

You hang your head and let out a quiet sob which causes him to turn you around and wrap his arms around you.

"Hey, c'mon it's ok. What's all this about sweetheart? Talk to me please." He says and lifts your chin up to look at him. "Why are you cryin' sweets?"

You sniffle and try to talk between sobs.

"I- I just wish I looked different. None of these clothes look good on me. If I was skinnier or had fuller hips, or-" You ramble while crying but Price cuts you off.

"Oh honey. Sweetheart." He says and wipes your tears then kisses your forehead. "I don't see what you see. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. What got this stupid idea that you're not pretty enough in your little head hm?" He asks, still holding you like you'd fall out of his reach.

"I just- why do you even like me? All those girls in those catalogues I have look nothing like me." You say, refusing to look him in the eye.

"What? Why would I want anyone else? Who cares about the catalogue girls they're not you?" He questions.

"My tummy, and my hip dips, and-"

"Lemme stop you right there." He says, and drops to his knees.

"Listen love. I don't know why you think you're not the most beautiful woman in the world, so let me help set it straight hm?" He says, leaning his head on your thigh.

"John." You whisper, tears still falling.

"Uh-uh, unless the next words out of your mouth are about how perfect you are I don't wanna hear them." He says while placing a kiss to your thigh.

He runs his hands up your thighs to rest on your hips under your pajama shorts you're wearing.

"You. Are perfect." He says between kisses up your legs. He leaves his hands on your hips and goes to leave a little bite on your hip bone.

"And your hips are perfect too. I don't know why you hate them so much darling. The way they dip in right here is so fucking sexy. Looks so damn good when you wear that cute little fitted skirt with it. Really shows them off. Can't help but squeeze your hips when I see them." He says, moving his kisses right where your hips dimple in on both sides.

Then he moves his hands up from your hips to your soft tummy from under your shorts, keeping his wrists pinned to you. He moves his mouth from your hips to your tummy where he leaves little bites and kisses.

"And this cute little tummy my god." He says with a squeeze making you whimper.

"John stop." You say, trying to push his head away from embarrassment.

"No." He says like you offended him. "I said I was gonna show you just how perfect you actually are so that's what I'm gonna do whether you like it or not."

He sucks a mark onto your tummy making you whine from the tickling sensation of his tongue and beard on your delicate skin.

"You know, that babydoll dress is my favorite too. Shows off your tummy so nicely. Just wanna squeeze you when you wear it. And these shorts. You know how I feel about you in low waisted pants lovie. You always look so soft." His hands are still gripping and kneading your hips from under your shorts and his mouth is kissing and sucking on every part of your skin he can reach around your hips and tummy.

"John please. Tickles." You say with a giggle this time.

"Ah there it is. That pretty smile." He says

"Why don't you let me show you what other parts of you I love as well darling, if you know what I mean." He says with a mischievous grin looking up at you from on his knees, and how could you ever say no to him?

Gaz sees you in a cropped tank top and low waisted pajama pants which shows off your belly piercing and he stares at you like a deer in headlights. You walk past him in the kitchen to make yourself some tea or something and Gaz just... Watches....

"What?" You ask, looking at him with your mug while you wait for the water to heat up.

"Nothing you just..." Gaz starts, "You just look really cute."

"I'm just wearing pajamas." You say, eyebrows furrowed, wondering what could be so cute about you right now.

Gaz takes a step closer and holds your face in his hands.

"Yeah, pajamas that look really cute on you. You always look cute." He says before kissing your lips.

His hands run down your body over your ass which he squeezes, making you yelp. Then his hand comes around to play with your belly piercing.

"You know this little piercing you got is so fucking sexy." He says with a smirk.

"Yeah? I almost didn't get it because, well, my tummy." You say embarrassed.

"What? Uh, hello, that's all more the reason to get one sweetheart. Tummies are cute. Especially yours." He says that last part into your ear while his hands travel up from your ass to grab at your hips.

You giggle, but pull away to pull down your tank top and pull your pajama pants up so they hide your tummy. Gaz catches on and grabs your wrists to stop your movements, and he puts your shirt and pants back in place.

"No. Keep 'em there. Don't get all shy now honey." He says. "Now turn around and lemme see that cute lil' ass and those sexy hips while you make your tea."

Simon noticed you had hip dips when he first saw you out of your cargos while at a formal and he could not stop staring at them. And the way you walked in that long cocktail gown that accentuated the dips in your hips made him instantly hard. He imagined how cute and delicate they would look while he pounded you from behind, making perfect handles for him, and he wondered if you had back dimples too where he could put his thumbs while his hands grabbed your hip dips. He also noticed the way the dress stretched over your tummy, showing your pudge. He could tell you were wearing a girdle or something, but he wished you would have just let your tummy out fully. He thought it was the cutest thing and made you look like Aphrodite. And he knew he had to make you his.

"What are you doin' lovie." He asks, seeing you standing in your full body mirror in your shared bedroom in some new underwear you bought. "Oh. Are those new?" He asks with a smirk, noticing you're just in your new panties you're modeling for yourself and a t shirt.

"I like those. The color is sexy on you." He says, coming up behind you grabbing your ass while resting his head on your shoulder.

"Hm. I don't know. I don't have the body to pull this type of cut off." You say ashamedly.

"What? What do you mean? They look fuckin' amazing on you." He says as he turns you around so you're facing him.

"I don't know, it's not very flattering on me. It's low waisted so it shows my tummy and the band shows off my hip dips." You say, looking down and tugging at the underwear.

"Sweetheart. You just described the best parts about these panties." He says with a smirk as he goes to hold your face with his hand, running a thumb over your lips.

"You can be honest Simon. You don't have to lie. I already know it looks bad." You say, and Simon gets visibly upset.

He steps back a few steps to sit down on the bed and he reaches his hands out to grab you by the hips so you come with him. He tugs so you're standing in between his legs looking down at him.

"Turn around." He says sternly, and you do what he says, turning back around to face the mirror again.

Simon peeks his head out around you and presses his face into your side while his hands grab your thighs.

"Look at yourself bunny. You see this perfect fuckin' woman in the mirror? That's you. And this perfect, gorgeous body is yours too." He says, then he plants a kiss on your hip.

"Go on sweetheart. Say it. Say you're perfect." Simon demands, kneading your thighs and hips while leaving kisses all over your thick waist.

"I'm perfect." You mumble, embarrassed at the words.

"Louder." He says, before he goes to bite at the band of the pretty new panties you bought, pulling it back with his teeth and letting it go, snapping it back in place against your skin, making you jump.

"I- I'm perfect." You say louder, and Simon smiles.

"Good. Now get up here on the bed. Gonna fuck you through these cheeky little panties to show you just how perfect I think you are now."

Johnny actually has no shame. You and him are put together for a mission and the safe house you had was actually super nice. Some air bnb in the woods with a hot tub, so you brought a little bikini just incase you had any time to actually stay at the house. And besides, it was just Johnny there, so who cares?

Johnny did. Johnny cared very much.

You got one full night in the house since you and Johnny finished the mission earlier than expected. Yeah, you guys were just good like that, so you decided to celebrate with drinks and the hot tub you've both been dying to get in.

Johnny is already out there with a beer and you approach him wrapped in a towel with your drink in hand.

"Mind if I join you Sergeant?" You ask playfully.

"Not at all lass. Water's fine." He smiles.

You were trying to figure out how to get into the tub without taking the towel off long enough where Johnny could see your body, but there was really no way to do that. You were self conscious, and what if he didn't like what he saw? But you knew the only way to get in without wetting the towel, was to just take the towel off before stepping in. So that's what you did.

You placed your drink down on the little table by the tub and quickly took the towel off, crossing your arms over your body to hide as much as you could. Johnny noticed and felt bad you felt uncomfortable. After all, he did love what he saw. But Johnny was Johnny, and he stared anyway.

You unwrapped your arms from over your body to step into the tub and you stood on the ledge in it, water coming up right above your knees giving Johnny a full view of your whole body.

He rakes his eyes up and down your body and notices the softness of your body, especially the curvature of your hips and how they dipped in at one point.

cute he thought as he went to take a swig of his beer, eyes never leaving your body.

He also took note of the cute roll of your tummy when you bent down to sit and it made him grin around the beer bottle opening. You were adorable.

"Well fuck me lass. didn't know you had all that under that tac gear." He said with a smirk, and his eyes had a mischievous glint to them.

Johnny always flirted like this, so this was nothing new.

"Oh shut up Johnny." You said with an embarrassed laugh and turned around to reach for your drink. You couldn't reach it, so you had to climb out the hot tub a little bit more, notching your hips on the edge of the tub as you bent over to reach for your drink, giving Johnny the perfect view of your ass, the dips of your hips, and the mound of your covered pussy, which made Johnny's cock twitch in his swim shorts.

You and Johnny always had this unspoken thing, so it wasn't abnormal for this tension to be here. It was just heavier than normal tonight.

You grabbed your drink and sat back into the tub, moving a little closer to Johnny.

"You can come closer bonnie, I don't bite." He says moving up right next to you to lean into your ear to say:

"Unless you want me to." He whispers, making you shiver.

That night ended with Johnny fucking you over the edge of the hot tub, his face buried between your thighs from the same position, and multiple missed phone calls from Price.

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semperamans · 5 months ago

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clo i need to know your thoughts on cal, johnny and benny all falling for the same, sweet local girl! <3 love ya xoxo

suse how could you do this to me :( currently trying not to scream cry and throw up in the coffee shop :( this somehow turned into jealous!danny? dunno how! kinda long, so ya gotta read more xo

benny says your name like it's this sacred thing and danny knows he's in for a treat. the sun grows weary as she dips beneath the tree line, but danny is unyielding; bony forearms braced on the tops of his thighs, microphone edging just a bit closer to his pondering interviewee. benny blows a stream of smoke from the corner of his mouth, watching as it mingles with the cotton candy clouds and it's hard, danny thinks, to be around benny because everything he does is so damn picturesque. he's filled more than three rolls of film with just benny and yeah, he's gotta be mindful because film isn't cheap and he's broke but there's something about the way benny looks; leather cut laying just so over his shirtless form, white levis baggy from age, speckled with either dirt or blood, he doesn't know, and he's just so cool that it's impossible to resist. danny snaps a quick picture, scolds himself as the ticker tells him he's got four shots left, then turns his chin to watch as benny plucks the near-extinguished cigarette from between his teeth, flicking it into the grass. "what'dya wanna know about her?" "well," danny shifts in the creaky lawnchair, "y'know, i've talked to the guys and they, uh, they say she's the best thing that's happened to the club. girls are sayin' it too, n'not just cus she made you nasty bastards start washing your hands." benny is chuckling, pillowy lips damp from the swipe of his tongue. "so what is it about her?" danny asks then waits and waits and waits as benny sits, per usual, in silence. and, okay, maybe this isn't going as well as danny hoped and now he's scrambling, throwing haphazard sentences around his brain, but then benny is speaking and holy shit he's speaking. danny has never heard him say more than fifteen words but now he's a leaky faucet "she's good - everythin' about her - doesn't have a mean bone in her body, y'know? gave all've us a chance, gave me a chance." benny shakes his head as though he still can't believe it then stops, turning his head at the faint sound of the screendoor closing and there you are in a pair of cutoff overalls, hair pulled back with a crocheted bandana and danny can see it, the whole angelic thing. you pay neither of them any mind, tending instead to the flowers 'round the porch. your little yellow watering can is cute and danny can see the fondness constricting the base of benny's throat. "think m'biased." benny says, turning back to face danny. "but 've said it once and i'll say it till they throw me in the ground: she's heaven sent. an' i hope imma good enough man to see her again when i get where i'm goin'." danny leaves with a rekindled belief in love and hopes that maybe one day he’ll be lucky enough to be loved the way benny is.

it's been three weeks since benny's interview and danny can't help but notice things. he carries this leather notebook around - jotting down names and places and tape numbers - but the page he keeps coming back to is one he scribbled across a few days ago. the thing about benny's girl is that she isn't just benny's girl. he's circled it three times for good measure because benny's girl doesn't just belong to benny - sure, maybe in the ways it matters - but every single soul adores her; lights up when she walks in and it sure is a sight to see fifty or so bikers grinning and stumbling over their own feet for this girl who looks like she couldn't harm a fuckin' fly. if she had a male equivalent danny reckons it would be cal. cal with a personality as warm as fire, who talks to everyone, and cracks jokes, and is unabashedly himself. but cal has a temper and it shows during a run to akron. danny is interviewing zipco when he hears the commotion then suddenly everyone is stampeding toward two swinging figures and he knows this is where he steps back. it's a full-on brawl now and zipco sure as shit wasn't going to stay and yap while there was chaos amuck, so danny plops down, lights a cigarette and waits. "s'guy called her a bitch," cal says and danny almost jumps out of his fuckin' skin. where did the sun go? he scrambles to a sitting position, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth and smacking the record button on his cassette recorder. "what?" "some fuckin' prick called her a bitch." cal's got a handful of ice cubes pressed to his busted jaw and because the man knows no personal space a bloody mix has dripped onto danny's pant leg. "her?" danny's not following but the beat up boy tips his head and danny should've known. it's you. of course it's you. "not gonna let nobody talk to her like that. i don't take too kindly for no one talkin' ill to a lady, but 'specially her. s'the most fucked up shit you can do." that's when danny realizes that cal has it too. it's the same look benny had when you came out of the house - that dumb, lovesick gaze - but cal's is laced with longing and danny actually feels bad for him. "she sure is something." he says, testing the waters. he's out of cigarettes so his nimble fingers pluck a handful of grass from beside his boot. "sure is." cal takes a seat, reaching behind danny to grab the jug of strong-smelling alcohol. "never met anyone like 'er. been everywhere; hell to fuckin' Houston, never met a girl like her before." he takes a deep swig, grimaces, then swallows. "benny sure is lucky, ain't he?" danny says, peering under his lashes at the golden-haired boy and he laughs. "we're all lucky. she's the sweetest of the sunflowers, man. she's like the fuckin' sun. least she is to me - to us." poor bastard, danny thinks. poor infatuated bastard.

"where ya gonna be sittin', baby?" "with johnny." "good girl, c'mere gimmie a kiss." danny's at the bar nursing a beer and a hangover and probably a concussion and you know what? this kinda talk doesn't phase him anymore. he's used to it by now; sure he doesn't know the rules, but it's none of his business anyway and in his four months with the club he's learned, above all else, that bikers are fuckin' weird. still danny finds you, watches as benny grabs your chin bringing you up up up onto your tiptoes before planting delicate kisses onto your giggling mouth. "you go see 'em." it's a whisper and danny's not trying to eavesdrop but he finds himself leaning closer. "looks like he needs some cheerin' up." and maybe danny is still invested because he turns, following you as you float over to johnny's table where he's hunched over an intimidating stack of papers. you say something, but your sweet voice is too quiet over the racket and danny cares so he stands, goes over to the pinball machine, but doesn't turn it on. "hi, pretty." johnny reaches over, takes your hand, tugs you closer and you giggle, bracing your hands on his broad shoulders and this is different. none of the other guys put their hands on you - just benny, just benny because he's yours and you're his but johnny does it so naturally danny knows he's done it before. "what's goin' on, old man?" your voice drips nothing but affection and johnny smiles around his cigarette and launches into club dues and the upcoming springfield run and the dwindling bail fund and danny starts losing interest; his feet are going numb and there's only so much longer he can stand there pretending to fucking play pinball before someone catches on but then you're on johnny's lap and yeah this never happens. danny has seen benny beat the dog shit out of a guy for even suggesting that you sit next to him but now here you are, balanced on one of johnny's broad thighs, spinning his wedding band around and around his finger and benny sees, fucking smiles at the sight, and drops his head, lining up his next shot at the pool table. danny realizes you're talking and running your hand up and down johnny's arm as you validate his feelings and strategize fundraising plans and promise to bake some of your infamous strawberry shortcake bites. johnny's promised hand lays so delicately upon your cheek danny thinks he may kiss you but thank fuck he doesn't because danny'd surely blow his cover and a load in his pants because, okay, yeah, he gets it. knows now why everyone loves you, has started to catch feelings of his own but he's not johnny or benny and he'll never be able to touch you the way he wants so he guesses he'll join the ranks with cal as just another distant admirer. just another love struck bastard.

#benny cross #johnny from bikeriders #cal from bikeriders #clo answers #austin butler #austin butler x reader #benny cross x reader #the bikeriders #the bikeriders x reader #✍🏼#clo is in love with suse #<3 hope u enjoy bby #challengers but with boys on bikes

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tnt-kokoo · 3 months ago

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Savior

Arthur Morgan × fem!reader

summary: You're a biologist explorering the nature. But sadly the nature was mean and had you in an wolf's attack involved. Luckily your savior Arthur Morgan was there to help.

warnings: wolf attack, guns mentioned, knife mentioned, I can't write accents, dead aninal mentioned; English isn't my first language; rushed kinda

Crouching down, you cut a piece of the plants growing on the ground. After so much time spend on your discoveries, you were sure you were able to go back home soon. Sure, you were happy to live your dream but this area sure was dangerous.

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Walking back to your makeshift camp, you were ready to to write your report of the day. But the second you stepped close to your camp, you noticed it was ruined.

Tend ripped apart, conserves broken, your journal... gone??

Confusion turned into worry and that worry turned into fear when the hungry growling of a group of wolf's was heard behind you.

'Oh no..'

You quickly grabbed the revolver stuffed into your holster. You didn't have to think twice to shoot and scare two wolf's slightly to make them step back. Suddenly though, another wolf came from your ride side and jumped on you. Your revolver slid away from you and your only hope was your strength pushing the hungry wolf away.

Looking around, you searched for a weapon and there it was. A knife.

But if you were to remove your arm of the wolf above you, you were to lose this fight. And that's what the other two wolf's realized as well because the second you saw the knife, another wolf was about to jump on you as well. Lucky for you, it dropped dead on the ground right next to you with a single shot echoing in the forest.

That sound made the animal above you confused and that's when you made the decision to grab the knife and hit the wild beast over your body. With a whine it ran away and you were now breathing out your anxiety.

Silently thanking your savior.

"..You alright, miss?" A gruffy voice asked.

Looking up, you saw a hand teaching down to help you up and you took that hand.

"Yea, I was just not expecting that attack I guess." You smiled thankful, that this wasn't your last day.

"Well your camp looks ravished, you need help, miss....?"

"Y/n L/n, biologist. And you are?" You questioned teasingly despite your situation.

"Arthur Morgan, a normal guy."

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After Arthur helped you look for still intact things in your camp, you slowly lost hope for your journal to be still in one piece.

The man noticed your melancholic thought and wondered out loud, "What's making you so sad, Miss L/n?"

"You can call me Y/n and I think the wolf's have my journal, that I've worked on for forever." Frustrated with the situation you didn't even care that much about your tent having holes or your food being gone.

"What if we go search for it, Y/n?" He asked and you nodded thankfully. With whatever left of hope, you agreed to go with Arthur.

He held out his hand from above you in the saddle, as you took his hand, it felt like before when he pulled you if the ground.

"So? How do your journal look like?"

"Its a brown-reddish book with a small deer on the front cover and a charm hanging down on a cord as a bookmark."

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Time passed and the sun began to set. Your hope now completely gone as you now only wished to rest.

"I think we should stop searching. We ain't gonna find the journal in the dark."

You agreed and searched for a good place to set up Arthurs tent. Unsure if you were welcomed to sleep in the temporary camp, you awkwardly stood by the side.

"You gonna get in the tent or do you wanna sleep outside, Missy?"

"Uhm.. sleep outside?"

"Well too bad you don't have a choice. Go sleep in my tent." He joked. As serious as Arthur looked like, he sure knew how to be sarcastic.

"Well damn, why you gotta be so nice to me? You don't know me?"

"I know enough to know that your own tent is gone!" He argued. Still managing to sound sarcastic though.

"Why don't you just lay with me in the tent? I'd feel bad if you weren't." "...Fine" Arthur looked down and sighs but nonetheless agrees.

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As you both lie down inside the tent the awkward phase began to hit. You turned around not wanting to deal with that.

As you closed your eyes, you heared a husky voice quietly ask you, "What is this journal to you?"

The question wandered around in your brain before you gave your answer, "In that journal I've written down everything I've discovered. I've worked so hard to prove to those privileged men that I can be a biologist as well. But now, I bet these damn men will laugh when I come back home empty handed..." Your frustration was visible in your voice. You didn't needed to look at Arthur, for him to realize that you really needed your book back.

Arthur didn't say anything anymore and took a look at you. Slowly letting sleep consume you.

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Waking up with much more place to move around, you already knew that your temporar companion was not inside the tent anymore.

Once you made your way out of the tent, you saw the man sitting infront of the fire, cooking some meat that you guessed belonged to the cut-up animal next to him. He most likely went out early to hunt.

"Thank you for letting me stay the night, Arthur."

Your voice made Arthur aware that you woke up and offered you the meat that is already done cooked. "Have some,"

You took it and and started eating away as the man continued, "I've found your journal I think."

He then pulls out the book you've worked on for the past months and you gasp in surprise.

"These beasts were not willing to let go of it" He then jokes, showing a few cuts and bites on his arms.

Instead of taking the journal out of his hands, you search for some alcohol.

"I knew you'd be happy but 'ya already going to celebrate with alcohol?" He teased.

"Yes- wait what no??" You sit down next to him, "I want to clean your wounds but you don't seem to have any bandages or so around here" worry audible in your voice.

"It's gonna sting a bit."

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"Stay safe now, miss L/n" Artbur said as the train behind you was waiting for you.

Now that you had your journal back, you finally could go back home. Just sadly, it so meant to say goodbye.

Without thinking, you suddenly ran down the stairs of the train to Arthur and reached up to give him a small kiss on his cheek. A surprised look on his face as you could only ran back to the train to catch it in time.

"Goodbye Arthur, I hope we will see eachother again soon!"

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'I met somebody. An interesting girl, might I add.

She was a biologist working to show men how smart she is. Now she's gone to prove them she can do as good as them- or even better.

I've read through her notes and was impressed at how good and precise they were, some things even surprised me!

I can't lie, she was a beautiful women that I hope to see again. I mean, I do have to repay her with that sneaky kiss she gave me right before departing.'

Arthur wrote down on a page in his own journal, next to a whole page of a portrait of you smiling. He liked looking at it, it made him smile as well.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 x you #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x you #rd2 #red dead redemption 2 x you #arthur morgan oneshot #arthur morgan fanfiction #rdr2 oneshot #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption 2 oneshot #rdr2 fanfic

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resi4skz · 6 months ago

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Title: Mi Amore (oneshot)

Pairing: nonidol!Chan x Grace (OC)

Warnings: swearing in italian, smut

This is for @gracebang143 (i cannot tag her in it, stupid tumblr)

!! MINORS DNI !!

"Ugh, for the last time, Steph!" I exclaim as I put ice in the blender, chatter of customers in the background. "Olivia is my cousin and he's her boyfriend!"

"So?" She says and turns at the till, smiling at the customer. "Thank you for choosing Stat Lost, have a nice day!" She turns to me as she closes the register. "Look, we both know what of a person Olivia is. She's probably moved on to the ne-"

The sound of the small hanging bell on the door cuts her off. We both look at the front door at the same time to see my cousin, Olivia and her boyfriend, Chris.

Or Chan, as I like to call him. He was dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans, topped off with a black cap.

Gosh.

Why did he have to be so damn attractive?

Olivia walks over to a vacant table as Chan approaches me. I put on the biggest smile, as if he isn't my regular. "Hey, you're back."

"Yeah," he replies, taking out his wallet. "She'll have a macchiato with a cheese scone and I'll have a-"

"BLT with extra bacon and a watermelon lemonade?" I finish his sentence.

His eyes light up, giving me a small smile. "Yeah. Wow. You even remember customers orders?"

Only yours, is what I wanted to say. "Sort of. Since you're a regular here so I took the liberty of memorizing your order."

"Wow."

I tap on the computer screen taking his order and scan his card before giving it back. "Your order will be with you shortly."

"Thanks."

When I turn around, Stephanie is looking at me with a smirk on her face. Rolling my eyes, I start on his sandwich. Just gotta get through it. You can do it, Grace.

Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain on my finger. "Cazzo!" I glance down and see a small cut on my finger. Great, just I need. Quickly cleaning my hand, I gently wrap my finger in a bandaid.

"Everything alright?"

I jump at the voice before turning around. He needs to stop being so god damn good looking. "Yes. Your order is ready. Give me one moment." I put their order on a tray a d hand it to him. "Thank you for choosing Star Lost, I hope you enjoy your order!"

He chuckles, nodding. "Thank you, Grace."

My heart does that thing again. Oh wait, that's my stomach. I groan when he sits at the table with Olivia. "Have you maybe tried confessing?" Steph asks from behind me.

"What good will that do?"

"Maybe he'll realize what a crappy of girlfriend he has right now and maybe likes you back?"

Hanging my head in defeat, I walks towards the back door. I need a break.

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But when I come inside, I hear Steph and Olivia in a heated argument.

"What do you mean I can't have a free muffin? It's my cousin's bakery!" Olivia shouted.

"Because if we started giving away free muffins," I state stepping behind the counter and face her, "We'd be out of business. And it's not my bakery. Steph and I are partners."

"You're greedy. Why can't you just say that?"

"Babe, maybe we should-" Chan began.

"No, you stay out of this!" She brushes him off.

The fuck.....did she just tell him off? My blood boils, my nerves lighting on fire. "Olivia, simply just leave before you piss me off anymore."

"What?" She blinks at me. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You want to know what my problem is? You might need a notepad because the list is long."

"Fuck you," she spat. "I hope this shitty place rots."

"Ah, the words from the famous home wrecker Olivia James," I say.

"Home wrecker?" Chan says as he looks between Olivia and I.

"Chan, don't listen to he-"

But I cut her off. I've had it with her bullshit. "Let me ask you something, Liv. Did you also try to lure him into your trap so he would give you money? Or are you fucking his buddies too like you did with Mr. Stanley?"

Mr. Stanley was our neighbor and his lovely wife, Diana would always bake these pecan pies that was mouth watering. One day, Mr. Stanley came to our house to drop off a pie and Olivia was the only one home. One thing led to another, once Olivia saw he was loaded, she seduced him and ended up sleeping with him. Many, many times. It wasn't until Diana saw them going at it in her home, on the kitchen table because she had gotten off work early.

Safe to say, Diana is divorced and thriving by travelling the world with her friends.

The look on Olivia's face is priceless though. "You...bitch!" She lunges at me from across the counter but I was quick to dodge.

Chan pulls her back and shoves her back before facing her.

Steph elbows me and whispers, "$10 says they break up."

"It all makes sense now."

"Chan, babe. Please listen to me." Olivia pleads. "She's lying."

"No," Chan says firmly. "You're always putting me second. You're always asking to go to expensive restaurants and to think I was spending so much on you. Tell me something," he takes a step towards her, completely towering over her. "Did Jake treat you well?"

"What?"

"Did he tell you to come here with me? Did he also tell you I was also going here?"

"Wha....what are you talking about?"

And then I see a different person come out. A new person who I wanted to know so desperately about. He runs his hand through his curls and smirks. The man actually smriked. "Why do you think I wanted to come here, Olivia?"

"You asked me on a date," Olivia replies. "What does this have to do with-"

"I know about you and Jake."

Oh shit. I watch Olivia's face turn into horror as she opens her mouth. "You're the one always yapping about your music all the time. I don't get what the big deal is, you're never going to make it."

I saw red. My blood was boiling. "Fermati!" I march over to Olivia as she blinks at me. "You do not get to judge a person based on their profession. You do not get to make assumptions. YOU do not put negative things in their mind to the point they want to end their lives."

But she rolls her eyes. "Please, you just had a scratch-"

I shove my shirt up on my arm, showing her the long scar going up to my elbow. "Does this look like a scratch to you that YOU caused?"

"What the..." Chan says and looks at Olivia, who's seething in anger. "I though you said she fell."

"She's lying," Olivia replied, her eyes narrowed at me.

"Oh, so you're saying that I magically got a knife and stabbed myself, making a huge line on my arm?"

"You bitch!" Olivia lunges at me but Steph stands in front of me and pushes her back.

"No one is fighting in our cafe, okay?" Steph announces then points at Olivia. "As for you, get out. You're no longer welcomed here."

"What?"

"Better yet, you're black listed from this cafe."

Olivia huffs and stomps her way out of the shop. "You alright?" Steph asks

"Yeah, thanks," I smiled and she gets behind the counter, immediately apologizing to the customers.

"Hey."

I slightly jump at his voice and turn around.

"Are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that."

He scoffs. "I'll be fine."

I nod. "Alright, well. I gotta get back to work." I make it two steps when he calls my name.

"Grace."

I turn. "Yeah?"

He looks at me, almost as if he wanted to ask me something. But he just shakes his head. "Nothing. Have a good day at work." And then he's gone.

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It was Friday and rush hour was just finishing when something catches my eye outside. "Che due coglioni?" I watch as Olivia tries to kiss Chan and he keeps pushing her back.

"Is she for real?" Steph says.

"I've had enough of this," I snap, taking my apron off and walking towards the door. When I open the door, I hear her crying.

"Chan, please. You've gotta believe me," she wails.

"Olivia, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I say.

Chan's eyes flicker towards me, almost lighting up making my heart skip a beat. "This doesn't concern you," Olivia hisses at me.

"Porca miseria, questa cagna!" She blinks at me surprised and I stand in front of her. "This man," I point to Chan, "has been nothing but loving towards you, has given you the time he should've spent elsewhere other than your stupid ass. You," I jab at her chest, "do not have the right to control someone as kind as him. You," I jab at her chest again making her stumble back a step, "do not get to do that to him."

"Grace," I hear Chan say from behind me.

"Do you even realize how hard it is to chase your dreams when no one belives in you? Of course, you don't because all you get to do is use others and degrade them till they have nothing left in them."

"Grace."

"What?!" I snap as I turn around, sniffling. Was I crying? But I don't get to touch my face as I feel a pair of warm hands cup my cheeks. "Cha-"

His lips. Oh my god his lips. My hands stay at my sides because I don't know where to put them. As he lets go, I look up at him. "I've been meaning to do that."

"What?" I blinked, perplexed.

"She's gone," Steph's voice makes us jump apart a step away from each other and she comes to my side. "Jeez, she's like a lizard, always coming in between."

I snort which leads to laughter as she beams at me. "Come inside! I'll make you guys something to drink!"

I watch as she heads inside before turning to him. "So..."

"So."

"What did you mean by what you said earlier?" I asked.

"Look-"

"Why did you kiss me?"

He sighs. "I never liked Olivia. She was just there, I guess to fill that void," he flicks his eyes down at me, "but that void was never filled."

I scoff, not believing what he just said. "So you mean to say, that you dated her-"

"I never da-"

"-just so you could dump her and then coincidentally you thought that a kiss would solve all the problems?"

"Look, Grace-"

"No," I say firmly. "You look here, Chan. I'm not the one to messed around with. And you were the least out of all the people I knew that would do something like this." His eyes widen at my comment and raises his hand but I put my hand up, stopping him. "No. I can't look at you right now."

And with that, I turn around and leave. Steph gives me one look once I'm inside and immediately gives me space as I go back to refilling the ice machine.

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A few weeks later, I finally had a few days off. I wanted to destress and just chill and relax in my apartment. But what I didn't know was that Chan would be standing at my doorway looking like he had been run over by a truck while I was in a tanktop and pj shorts with a bag of chips on my hand.

"W-what are you doing here?" I asked, clutching the chip bag.

"Can I...can I come in?" His voice trembled.

"Yeah, come in," I stand aside to let him in. As he walks by me, the same vanilla and smoke scent fills my nostrils, making me a bit dizzy.

"Do you want anything to drink? Water? Soda?" I ask, closing the door behind me.

"Water, thanks," he replies taking a seat on my couch.

Fuck. Never in my 22 years of my life, I imagined a man in my living room. Let alone Chan, the 28 year old man that I had been crushing on since I was 19. I hand him the glass of water and sit beside him.

"Nice place."

"Thanks," I replied. After a beat, I say, "So, what brings you here?"

"Olivia paid a visit."

"Oh?"

"And smashed all the windows of my car."

"What?!" I knew she would stoop low but to this level? "Are you okay?"

His eyes flicks up at me. "That's funny."

"Huh? What is?"

"Olivia would've asked if my car was okay. She wouldn't even ask me if I was alright."

"Well, she's a bitch," I huff, crossing my arms.

He snorts. "She did teach me one thing though." He turns his body sonhe's facing me. "To never take what's already in front of you for granted."

Holy fucking greek god. Why does this dude have to be so damn pretty? "You're lucky you're attractive, Chan. Any woman would be happy to have you."

"Look, about the kiss then-"

But I stand up. "I'm going to make some tea." I hurriedly walk into the kitchen and immediately fill the kettle with water. It was a good distraction-

An arm snakes it's way around my waist. I gasp, dropping the kettle in the sink and turn around. "What are you doing?!

"Why do you think I kept coming back to your cafe?"

"Because you like the cakes we make?"

"I came to see you, even on busy days where I could catch a glimpse of you working behind the counter refilling stoxk items. Once, Steph caught me staring at you and made me buy 10 pastries," he explains snorting. "Let's just say my friends got a piece each."

"Why are you-"

"-telling you?" He finishes my sentence. "Because I like you."

"I'm sorry, what?" My ears are deceiving me.

He giggles, poking my cheek. "I like you, Grace. I have for a long time now."

"How long?"

"3 years."

I blink at his answer. "I..I... don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything."

I look at him. "But you just told me you like me. How do you expect me to not say anything? To say that I like you as well?"

"Grace, you're not obligated to say- wait, what?" Turning his head, he blinks at me.

"What?" I try so hard to not smile.

"You just said you like me."

"No, I didn't," I lied, hiding my smile.

"Grace," his hand comes to cup my face, lifting my head to meet his eyes. "Tell me before I lose my mind."

"What happens if you lose your mind?"

His gaze hardens. "You don't want to know."

I wet my lips, partially opening my mouth. "Maybe I do." I hear him growl before he smashes his lips on mine. This time, neither of us push away. His tongue darts out and I open my mouth. His hand rub my arms, up and down. "Channie," I whimper, heat pooling between my thighs.

"Yeah, baby?" He says, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

"Can we, uhm, can we take this to the bedroom?"

He chuckles as he slides his arms around my ass hoisting me up. "Say less."

He practically sprints into my room and gently lays me down on my bed. His eye catches my blanket, the pink poka dots on the white colored sheet. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing," he shakes his head and takes his shirt off.

My breath hitches in my throat. Holy fuck. I knew he was fit but this.....holy fucking shit. Then his takes his jeans off, leaving a lot for my imagination when I see the buldge in his boxers as he takes those off too.

"Now you."

I sit up and take my tanktop off. My breasts bounce as I had no bra on. "Fuck me, Grace. You're beautiful."

My cheeks heat at the compliment and my arms come up automatically to hide myself but his hand stops me. "Don't hide yourself," he said as he hovers above me. "Fuck, I'm trying so hard to hold myself back."

"Don't," I gulp. "Don't hold yourself back."

"You sure? I don't want to hurt you."

I narrow my eyes and pull him down by his neck. "Channie if you don't fuck me in the next 5 seconds, I'm going to burn your clothes so you'd have to walk back home, butt naked."

"Feisty, damn," he groans as he takes my shorts off leaving. "As much as I would love to taste you, I need to feel you around my cock."

"Please," I whine.

He smashes his lips on me again, this time with desperation as he settles in between my legs. I feel the tip at the enterance of my cunt. "Ready?"

I nod. He lines himself before slowly pushing in. "Oh, shit- you're fucking tight."

I close my eyes, feeling the delicious burn as fully bottoms himself inside. "Mm, Channie. You feel so goo-" I get cut off as he pulls back and slams his hips.

"Yeah, fuck, you cunt feels so good," he pants and grabs my left breast. "And I love these, fuck, perfect."

He sets a fast pace and doesn't stop snapping his hips. He pinches my nipple, causing the familiar knot to form in my lower belly. "Fuck, I feel you clenching. Are you close?"

I moan in response and his thrusts pick up speed. The only sounds resonating in the room was the snap of his hips. "I'm going to cum," I moan. He brings his hand down to my clit, rubbing it with his thumb. And that was all it took for me to go over the edge. "Channie!"

"Oh fuck, milk my cock, baby. Make a mess," he groans as his thrusts become brutal and I'm pretty sure my poor cervix is bruised. "I'm coming, fuck, I'm gonna fill your tight little pussy. You want that? You want me to fill you up and make you mine?"

"Yes, yes! Make me yours, Chan."

"Fuck," he voice becomes strained as veins protrude in his neck and he stills, emptying himself inside me, painting my inner walls.

As we catch our breath, I notice he hasn't pulled out. "What are you doing?" I ask, still out of breath.

He suddenly grabs my thighs as I feel him harden. "Oh my god."

He grins, licking his lips. "Up for round 2, mi amore?"

A/N: this was for @gracebang143 hope you enjoy :)

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dozyteacozy · 9 days ago

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I had to play the field a little bit for the shooting star festival in Fields of Mistria. Here's my reaction to Balor's, Hayden's, Eiland's, Juniper's and March's dates

(⚠️Spoilers for the FOM shooting star festival ahead. Screenshots are included.)

Balor

Balor. The sketchy merchant with ominous boomer energy.

What do you mean "next year, huh...." WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

Damn, why's he sitting so far away? Is this his very unsubtle projection of being a mysterious bad boy? Ooorrr is he leaving room for jesus? 🤷‍♀️

Final thoughts: A little underwhelming, but I suppose given Balor's air of mystery, his romance is a slow burn. I predict that you really gotta commit to him before you can learn more about him.

Hayden

stop

STOP

STHAAAAAAPPPPPP

He's a cuddler, a snuggly big soft boi❤️❤️❤️look how close he sits to the farmer, this man's starved for love and he deserves it by the ton 😭💞💞

Final thoughts: Not gonna lie, I've been pretty lukewarm on Hayden so far, but this cut scene instantly made him my favourite bachelor out of the bunch! Just picturing a little Hayden sitting on the roof of his farmhouse with his grandma, watching the stars and eating popcorn is the turbo booster shot of wholesome serotonin I needed.

Eiland

Awwww, it's really cute when he gushes about archaeology and history 💖

But then it got deep

Poor Eiland. I suppose he must constantly feel like the odd one out in his family, given his vested interest in Mistria's past. I do like how the farmer can encourage him and show him that his work is important and has merit. That was really sweet.

^Help! I've been vexed by this fluffly, pink haired, cutie pie!

Such a gentleman 🥰

Final thoughts: I loved this cute little date! Eiland definitely fits the bill for the charming, princely type. But he's got layers too, and that's why we love him. <3

👑Juniper 👑

God, I love her

hhhhhnnnnnnnnnngggggggg

Stop being mean to me or I'm gonna fall in love with you!

Final thoughts: Juniper is a queen, as always. I adore how sassy she is, and I love how she flirts calls you out when you return her sass in kind. There is a hint of sadness to this scene though that I did not picture here. I think deep down, Juniper is lonely, and that makes me just want to love on her even more. 💔

March

He's so awkward lmao 🤣🤣

^Maaaaayyyyyybeeee

Wait no! Stop the car! Does he think the farmer is making fun of him by asking him out? Oh no, my heart! March, it don't be like that <\3

Final thoughts: Our poor resident tsundere blacksmith. March's date went about as expected. There's more to his scene than what I showed here. It ends in a sort of sweet way where he walks you home cause he doesn't want to get chewed out if you end up tripping in the dark 🤣🤣

Final, final thoughts: I had so much fun with this festival. Thank you FOM developers for such a wonderful game with really engaging characters <3

#so now the question is...#how am i supposed to choose one?! 😭😭#fields of mistria #fom #juniper fields of mistria #balor fields of mistria #march fields of mistria #eiland fields of mistria #hayden fields of mistria #fields of mistria spoilers #dozyplays

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elianamarie-blog · 11 months ago

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The Things You Give Part 33

Whooooooweeee it's be a very long time! I'm so sorry it took so long to write this! I've been having a hard time feeling motivated but it's past the New Years and I decided that I need to end this story shortly. Story isn't done quite yet, but there are only a few more chapters! I hope you all had a beautiful holiday season and New Years! I know I did. Enjoy the chapter!

Quick note: Danny Masterson has been imprisoned and now Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher are under fire and now being cancelled apparently. Not a good start of the year for anyone.

June 1, 1979

Point Place, Wisconsin

Forman/Hyde Residence

Eric Forman’s Kitchen

“Hey, you two, how was your doctor’s appointment?” Kitty asked as she was stirring a hot pot of chili on the stove.

“Ugh,” Y/n groaned and plopped down on the chair at the table.

“The doctor says she can pop any day now,” Hyde answered for her and opened the fridge for a drink.

“Awe, sweetheart, you must be so uncomfortable,” Kitty said.

“I am. I’m so sick of being pregnant,” she whined. “I’m tired, my ankles are fat, my back hurts and—Steven! Will you please stop breathing down my neck?!”

“Uh,” he replied from the counter, no where close to her. “I’m over here.”

Y/n whined again. “I’m so sick of being pregnant.”

“The doctor said there are a couple things we can do to induce labor,” Steven said and pulled out a list. “She said we can try spicy foods, long walks, castor oil—”

“Don’t forget what she said could be more effective,” Y/n cut in.

Steven gave her a stoney look and put his hand on his hip. “I’m not saying that.”

“Why not? She’s a nurse she hears this stuff all the time! Besides, she’s gone through this as well!”

“What? Tell me what?” Kitty asked.

“No, I’m not saying it!”

“Steven!”

“Oh, for Pete’s sake, tell me what?!” Kitty cried out.

“The doctor said sex can be the most effective to induce labor,” Y/n blurted out.

“Y/n, what the hell?!” Steven said, embarrassed.

“Oh,” Kitty said lowly and dropped her gaze back to the chili, almost uninterested. “Okay.”

“Okay? That’s all you got to say?” Y/n asked.

“Honey, it’s pretty clear that you wouldn’t be pregnant if you and Steven hadn’t…you know…”

“Okay!” Steven interrupted. “As nice as this conversation is, I gotta get to work.”

“Okay, fine, but—Mom, cover your ears—we’re doing it later!” Y/n shouted after him as he slammed the door shut, hoping to drown out that last part.

“Well, isn’t that lovely,” Kitty mumbled and poured herself a cup of chili. “Y/n, on a more appropriate topic, do you want some chili?”

“Hey, guys,” Eric introduced himself as he entered the kitchen. “Great news! I’m on my way to becoming a teacher. I filled out all my college application with red pen.” He giggled to himself. “That’s a teacher joke.”

“Well, now look at him!” Red announced as he walked through the kitchen door. “Out of bed and productive before three o’ clock.”

“Honey, you’re like a marine!” Kitty said cheerfully.

“A marine?” Y/n asked. “The only time I ever saw him storm a beach was when he was running away from a jellyfish!”

“Damn, what did you have for breakfast this morning? Carnation Instant Bitch?” Eric quipped.

“If I could get up, I’d kick your ass for saying that,” Y/n threatened, sighing, and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the pain in lower back starting to intensify.

“Yeah, anyway,” Eric said and turned back to Red. “Hey, dad, all I need from you now is a financial statement so the school can see where I'm getting the old moola.”

“Oh, well, you see about that…” Red mumbled, nervous. “I, uh...I spent your college money to keep the muffler shop going.”

“What?!” the twins shouted.

“You spent our college fund?!” Y/n continued.

“Why do you care?” Eric asked her. “It’s not like you’re going to college anytime soon. You don’t even know what you want to study.”

“Who says I don’t?” she asked. “I decided that I’m going to study biomedical engineering. Beat that, teach.”

“You’re going to study biomedical engineering?!” Kitty asked excitedly. “I knew you were going to take after me in the medical field!”

“Except the difference is she’ll be helping advance technology in the medical field instead of having to wipe people’s butts and administer them their IV’s,” Red said.

“Is that what you think I do all day?” Kitty asked, offended.

“Uh…” he whipped back to Y/n who was looking up at him with an amused smile. “Good job, kitten. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you,” she responded. “It would mean more if we had our college money!”

“Dad, how are we supposed to pay for college?” Eric asked.

“Look, with this damn mild winter, nobody's muffler rusted,” Red said. “I tried to rust them. I even went out at night and sprinkled salt all over the streets!”

Kitty squinted at her husband. “Not my good kosher salt!”

Red looked at his wife with a deadpanned look and rolled his eyes. “Yes, Kitty, I sprinkled the streets of Point Place with your half-pound bag of salt.”

“Wait. Mom, you knew about this?” Eric asked. “And you just said, ‘Please, go ahead. Take my son's college money and use it on a muffler shop?’”

“No,” she responded. “I think your father asked me if I thought you two would amount to anything, and I said, ‘I really, really hope so.’ And then he said, ‘I'm spending the twins’ college money on my muffler shop.’ And then I made the best blueberry cobbler I have ever made."

“Man, that was good,” Y/n reminisced. “I remember that cobbler. I always wondered why, when I said it was so good, you said, ‘At least I can give you this,’ and started to cry.”

“So, the upshot is, I have absolutely no money for college,” Eric said and puckered his lips in deep thought. “Looks like I’m going to have to use that football scholarship that was offered to me.”

“Oh, Eric, we should go talk to Mr. Bray!” Y/n suggested.

“Our old guidance counselor?” he asked.

“Finding money for college is what high school guidance counselors do.”

“I don't know about Mr. Bray. I don't think he really liked me,” Eric said. “One time I told him I was being bullied, and he just said, ‘What'd you expect?’"

“I’ll go with you,” Y/n said. “Mr. Bray loved me…in almost entirely appropriate ways.”

“Yeah…we’ll go,” Eric said, a little concerned.

“Okay, now that we got all that settled, we should celebrate!” Kitty announced.

Y/n scoffed. “Sure. With what?”

--Later that day—

“Hey, don’t forget about the Led Zepplin concert next Friday,” Eric reminded his friends as they all sat in the basement.

“How could I forget?” Hyde asked. “It was the greatest bribery I’ve ever had.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at them.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Hyde. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing," she sighed, eyeing the TV and rubbed her belly.

“No, no you don’t get to do that just because you’re pregnant,” he pushed. “I know you, what’s wrong?”

“Awe, Steven, that’s really sweet,” Jackie said and turned to Markus. “When he and I were together, he wouldn’t even be bothered to ask me what was wrong. It didn’t even faze him.”

“To be fair, you’re always bothered by something,” Hyde quipped. “It was something new every day. I stopped keeping up after a while.”

“I am not!” she argued and turned to Markus who gave her a look. “Okay, maybe I was, but I’ve changed! The other day, I walked by a shoe sale and wasn’t upset that they didn’t have this beautiful shoe in my size. See? Growth.”

“Sure,” Hyde mindlessly and turned back to his wife. “C’mon, what’s wrong?”

“I’d rather not talk about it in front of our friends,” she responded.

“So, you guys can make out in front of us, even get caught doing it, but expressing why you’re upset is where you draw the line?” Donna pointed out.

“Yeah, spill it!” Fez demanded.

Y/n paused before sighing through her nose. “I don’t think you should go.”

“What?!” Eric shouted.

“Why?!” Hyde asked, appalled. “Why don’t you want me to go?”

“Well, I could go into labor any day now and I’d hate for you to miss the birth of your children for a concert,” she explained calmly.

“Y/n, your due date is on Monday. The kids will be here a full five days before the concert. I think it’ll be okay.”

“What if they’re not here by then? They can be late, you know,” Y/n pointed out.

“Come on, don’t do this,” Hyde said. “Don’t make me choose.”

“I shouldn’t have to make you!” she burst out. “You should know what comes first! Not some stupid concert!”

That made the group audibly gasp.

“What?! What I say?!” she asked them.

“You take that back!” Eric said, his voice wobbly.

“Blasphemous!” Kelso shouted.

“How dare you?” Fez asked under his breath.

“Oh, come on you guys, you can’t be serious,” she said. “Are you telling me my giving birth isn’t as important as some band?”

Everyone was quiet for a minute, filling Y/n with rage.

“It’s Led Zepplin,” Fez said quietly.

“Seriously?!” Y/n screeched and stood up. “You’re all going to leave me here all alone?!”

“I’m not going to the concert,” Markus piped up. “I’ll be here for you.”

She turned to everyone else. “Thank you, Markus. Maybe if I have boys I can name one of them after you!”

This made Jackie gasp. “How dare you?! I thought we agreed on Jack or Jackie!”

“I agreed to nothing!” Y/n argued. “You just assume because you think everyone caters to you, but you can’t be bothered to return the favor! The person who helps me deserves the credit.”

“What--?! That is not true!” Jackie shouted.

Everyone around her scoffed.

“C’mon, Jackie,” Donna said, side-eyeing her.

Jackie spun around to her boyfriend. “Markus! Aren’t you going to say something?”

He shrugged. “Sorry, babe, I have to agree with Y/n on this one.”

“Oh, you are in so much trouble!” she screeched.

Y/n clapped her hands and stomped her foot, gaining their attention. “Guys! Really? I thought that after we’ve all been through, you would want to be there for the birth of your nieces or nephews.” She turned to Hyde. “Or your children.” When no one responded, Y/n scoffed, hurt. “You know, what? I don’t care what you guys do. Go to the concert. Have fun.”

She didn’t let them get another single word out before she quietly walked upstairs to her room.

Once the door slammed, Donna turned to the group. “You guys, I feel really bad.”

“Yeah…I’d be pissed too if I couldn’t go to the concert,” Kelso said casually, opening a popsicle.

“No, you moron! That’s not why she’s upset!” Hyde said, irritated.

“Well, what does she expect us to do?” Eric asked. “Those tickets were a lot and it’s not our fault that the concert falls around the same time of her due date.” When he caught Donna glaring at him, he shrugged his shoulders. “What?!”

“You’re an ass,” Donna said. “I don’t think I want to go anymore.”

“Oh, come on! You have to go,” her boyfriend said. “She may not even have the kids on the day of the concert. It would be such a waste if we didn’t go.”

“Wow, Eric,” Donna said bitterly. “You’re being incredibly insensitive.”

“Okay, let’s say the babies come before the concert. No harm, no foul, amiright?” Eric asked.

“That’s if Hyde wants to go,” Markus responded. “When my sister and her husband had my niece, they were up pretty much three days straight and the last thing they wanted to do was go to a noisy concert.”

“Well, I think she’s being a little dramatic and honestly—quite selfish,” Kelso said. Everyone turned to look at him, finding himself cringing when Hyde gave him a death glare. “What?! She is!”

“She has a point, Michael!” Jackie defended. “No matter how mean and unfair she was to me.”

“You’re telling me that we might miss her birth is an overreaction?” Donna questioned him.

Kelso nodded and shrugged. “Well…yeah!”

“Unbelievable,” Donna said curtly as Hyde slugged Kelso in the arm.

“Ow, Hyde! What the hell?!”

“Keep talking crap about my wife Kelso and you’re going home with more than a bruised arm,” he threatened.

“Damn, sorry I said anything,” Kelso whined while rubbing his sore shoulder.

“You should be,” Hyde said and made his way towards the stairs. “I’m going to go talk to her.”

He took two steps at a time as he followed his bride.

Y/n laid there in bed, glaring at the ceiling. Scenarios of possibilities wouldn’t stop dancing in her head about the day she would give birth while her supposed loving husband was at a concert.

She felt a very wet sensation run down her leg. As she looked down, she noticed that her water had broken, and it wasn’t long until the pain of contractions came along.

“Steven!” she cried out in pain. “Steven, the babies are coming!”

“Oh, really?” he asked, barley looking up from putting his jacket on. “This is inconvenient. Can you wait until I get back from the concert?”

“What?!”

“Look, the babies are important, but…Led Zepplin,” he replied, stepping backwards towards the door. “Just hold those kids in for me! Love you, bye!”

Y/n sneered at the thought, but her mind continued to race.

Smoke, heavy bass, and body sweat filled the air as the group, minus Y/n, head banged their way through each song of Led Zepplin.

“Hey, Hyde, isn’t Y/n giving birth right now?” Donna shouted through the noise, wide smile on her face.

“Yeah, but this is more important!” he shouted back.

“Yeah, to hell with her!” Eric shouted. “Led Zepplin is way more important!”

“Yeah, she’ll be fine,” Steven said. “We can always have more kids that I’ll probably end up being there for the birth!”

Tears started to well in her eyes. “Jerks.”

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

“Y/n?” Steven asked as he poked his head through their shared bedroom door.

She quickly grabbed for her pregnancy book on the nightstand and pretended to be reading.

“Doll, can we talk?”

“About what?” she mumbled.

“You know what.”

“I think you made up your mind, so there’s no point,” she said, staring at the page.

“No, no that’s why I wanted to come up here,” he replied. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Don’t be.”

“Y/n, can you please look at me?” he asked her and took the book from her, only to see tear streaks down her face. “Awe, Doll…”

She couldn’t stifle her sobs anymore as she broke down. “You love Led Zepplin more than me!” She shoved her face into a pillow.

He didn’t know if he should laugh or groan. “Y/n, come on, you know that’s not true.”

“No, it is!” she continued to wail. “I’m going to go into labor and you’re not going to care!”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, counting to ten. “You know that’s not true.”

“You won’t even help me go into labor!” she whined.

“I’m not going to sleep with you just so you can go into labor,” he deadpanned.

Y/n sat up and wiped at her face. “C’mon, Steven, I’m miserable here! The babies will be fine. It’s doctor recommended!”

“We haven’t even tried the others yet,” he said calmly.

Her face contorted again, fat tears rolling down her face. “You don’t find me attractive anymore!”

“I never said that!” Steven couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Then why won’t you make love to me?!”

“First, don’t say it like that ever again. And second: it has nothing to do with my finding you attractive.”

“Then what is it?” she wept.

“It’s…it’s nothing.”

This made her stop crying immediately and glare at him instead. He almost missed her crying. “What a load of crap!”

“C’mon, Y/n, don’t make me say it.”

“No, you’re gonna!” she demanded. “I want to know why you won’t have sex with your wife to help her go into labor!”

Steven tilted his head back at and stared at the ceiling. Closing his eyes, he groaned before looking back at her. “It’s weird, okay? I’m going to be doing you knowing that the babies are…right there. Knowing what’s going on.”

Y/n scrunched her eyebrows at him. “The babies are in my uterus, not in my, you know, hoo-ha.”

Steven found himself chucking at her euphonism. “What if I hurt them?”

“Like I just said, they’re farther up there than you can reach.”

“Ouch.”

She laughed and placed her hand on his arm. “Trust me, that’s something to be proud of.”

He laughed with her and kissed her.

“Let’s make a deal,” she said, catching his attention. “If I go into labor before the concert, by all means, go. But if I don’t by Friday—you don’t. What do you think?”

He tilted his head to the side, thinking before nodding. “Okay, let’s do it.”

“Okay, good,” she smiled at him as he leaned down to kiss her.

“How bout we try now?”

“Now you want to? Because of a concert?!”

“No, more so now I know I won’t hurt them or make it as weird.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky I love you.”

He laid her down onto her back, hovering above her and gently smiled. “That I am.”

That Following Monday…

“That’s right, still no babies!” Y/n announced as she and Steven walked into the kitchen after their doctor appointment. Everyone sat in the kitchen, hanging out and snacking. Kitty, Donna, and Jackie sat at the table while Eric, Fez, and Kelso sat at the counter munching on some pop-tarts. “Today’s my due date and I am nowhere near in labor! Gah! This sucks!”

She plopped down at the table, causing it to shift.

“Oh, honey, I know how you feel,” Kitty comforted. “When I was pregnant with Laurie, I wanted her out so bad I almost reached a hand up there and yanked her out myself!”

“That’s a great story, Mom. Can you tell that to me while you’re getting me some iced tea?” Y/n snapped.

Kitty glared at her daughter as she reluctantly got up and grabbed for the pitcher in the fridge.

“Damn, pregnancy doesn’t agree with you,” Jackie said. “The bitch hormone is being released.”

“You try carrying twins who won’t stop kicking me—and each other!” she responded as the glass was placed in front of her. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Kitty grumbled as she sat back down.

“Seriously, I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to one or both of the babies moving and kicking me. Have you ever had feet stuck in your ribcage? It’s a rude awakening. Literally.”

“Yeah, I feel your pain,” Hyde said. “Whenever you’re up, I’m up.”

“Oh, shove it!” Y/n spit. “You sleep like a damn log every night! You can be getting attacked while you’re dead asleep and barley stir!”

“No, I hear you. I just choose to stay still.”

“So, while I’m over here in uncomfortable, you’re snuggling your pillow just to avoid me?!”

Fez, Kelso, and Eric shifted their gazes to Hyde with amused smirks on their faces.

“You cuddle your pillow, Hyde?” Eric taunted.

“Shut up, Forman or I will suffocate you with said pillow.”

“But if you do, you won’t have a pillow to cuddle at night,” Fez continued.

“Shut up, Fez!”

“Y/n, have you tried any of the doctor’s suggestions?” Kitty asked.

“Yeah! Steven and I have done it like a dozen times since then,” she answered.

Kitty closed her eyes and rubbed her head. “Honey…have you tried anything else besides that?”

“No, not yet.”

“Well, why don’t you start with food? Let’s go out tonight.”

Y/n shrugged. “Yeah, let’s try that.”

“And the weather is supposed to be cooler tonight, we can go on that long walk,” Hyde said.

She sighed and rubbed her aching neck. “Yeah, that works.”

“There’s a good Indian restaurant that serves the spiciest curry downtown,” Kitty said. “Let’s go there.”

“Uh, do I have to go?” Eric piped up. “Last time I had anything spicy, I sat on the toilet for three days.”

“Ew,” Hyde said and turned to his wife. “Look, I’m going to go look for those specific teas the doc told me about. Do you want anything else?”

“Yeah, just about everything on that list,” she responded. “Get the castor oil, some hot peppers, pineapples—”

“Should I just get the whole store?” Hyde asked.

“Yes please.”

Hyde nodded and kissed her head. “I’ll be back.”

As soon as he walked out the door, Y/n stood. “Well, I’ve got to pee again. I swear these damn kids think that my bladder is a squeeze toy.”

“She’s got to have those kids any day now,” Donna said once Y/n had waddled out the kitchen.

“Yeah, it’s not like they’re trying,” said Kelso. “Hyde told me yesterday that she promised him that if she can give birth before Friday then he can go to the concert. Man, that must suck. Having an ol’ ball and chain telling you what to do.”

“Well, you’d never know since you’re too busy cheating on every girl you’ve ever dated,” Jackie snarked.

“Well, what do you say we make this interesting?” Kelso asked, ignoring Jackie’s comment.

“What do you mean?” Eric asked, tossing a Styrofoam football in the air.

“I’ll bet you ten bucks she has the babies tomorrow,” he responded with a wide smirk.

“You’re on!” Jackie said excitedly and reached for her purse.

“Guys, I don’t feel right about this,” Donna said. “It’s not cool to bet on when our friend will go into labor.”

“Ugh, Donna,” Y/n called as she waddled down the stairs. “That candle you gave me smells horrible. Next time, maybe try getting me a candle that doesn’t smell like nature took a dump and forgot to flush.”

“It’s the smell of a forest!” she defended.

“Have you ever been to the forest?” Y/n said. “It doesn’t smell like that.”

Before she could let Donna respond, she waddled back upstairs. Once the door closed, Donna turned back to the group, annoyance written all over her face. “Make it twenty.”

--Later—

“Guys, I got some great news from the guidance counselor!” Eric announced as he ran into the living room where his family and Donna were sitting, watching TV.

“Yeah? What is it?” Red asked, turning down the volume on the TV.

“There's this program where you go and teach in an impoverished area for a year, and then they pay for your college. So, I signed up.”

“Eric, that’s wonderful!” Kitty cheered.

“That’s awesome!” Y/n joined in.

“See? I knew spending your college money would work out for the best,” Red said, smugly. “You're welcome.”

“So, where’s this impoverished place that you’re going to?” Steven asked.

“Is it east Milwaukee? You know I made a wrong turn there once and I ended up in this awful neighborhood,” Kitty said and lowered her voice as if anyone outside the living room could hear her. “They were playing radios on street corners!”

Eric shook his head. “No, I’m not going to east Milwaukee.”

“So, where then?” Donna asked.

Eric laid his hands out, palms up in excitement. “Its Africa.”

“Africa?!” Everyone said in shock.

“Africa, Wisconsin?” Kitty asked hopefully.

“No, Kitty, the country,” Red answered.

“You’re going to teach in Africa?” Y/n asked, her heart breaking. “So, does that mean you’re not going to be here when the babies are born?”

“No, no, I’ll still be here,” Eric said. “I’ll be leaving in August.”

“Oh,” she responded. “H-how long will you be gone?”

“About a year.”

“A YEAR?!” All three women shouted.

“What’s the big deal?” Eric asked, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

“The big deal is you made this big decision without coming to me at all!” Donna shouted and stood from the couch and stormed out.

“See? Donna understands,” Kitty said while Eric sighed in defeat.

This isn’t how he was planning this go at all.

--Later that evening--

“Joey?” Y/n asked her husband as they sat at the kitchen table, eating dinner.

Hyde shook his head. “Have a cousin named Joey. Last I heard he was being treated for VD and on his way to a halfway house.”

“Oookay,” Y/n said, going down the list of names in her book. “Victoria?”

“No.”

“Why not?!”

“Because my mom had a best friend named Victoria.” He paused to take a bite of his spicy food before going into deep thought. “Pretty sure at one point she was more than that.”

Y/n gave him a blank stared smile. “I’ll never be able to erase that image out of my mind.”

“How bout Jimmy?”

Y/n put down the book. “Why Jimmy?”

He shrugged and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “I’ve just always liked that name.”

She squinted her eyes at him. “Since when?”

“I don’t know, a few years maybe.”

“Or maybe because it’s the name of the guitarist in Led Zepplin?”

Hyde pretended to be shocked. “Is that where that’s from? Wow, what are the odds?”

Y/n rolled her eyes at him. “Keep thinking, genius.”

“Eleanor?” he suggested.

“I’m sorry, am I giving birth to a seventy-five-year-old?”

“What’s wrong with Eleanor?”

“I feel like I’d be giving birth to a Roosevelt. No, thank you.”

“We can call her Ellie for short,” he argued.

“Ellie Hyde?” she questioned.

“Let’s keep brainstorming,” he agreed and looked at her plate which she barely touched. “Why aren’t you eating your spicy curry? I added extra peppers for you.”

Y/n let out a sigh and put down her book. “It’s not working. Nothing is going to get these kids out.”

“You’ve barley taken a bite out of your food. Maybe if you eat half of it, you’ll actually go into labor.”

“If I eat anymore, I’ll be breathing out fire,” she deadpanned.

“Come on, it’s good. Try it,” he encouraged before taking a bite of her curry. It didn’t take long for the spices to set his mouth aflame. He started panting like a dog before desperately grabbing her glass of water and downing it like a man who hasn’t had water in days.

“Oh, my God,” he panted once the water was down. “How are you eating this?”

Y/n gave him an amused smile. “I’m about to push two human beings out of me, I think a hot mouth is the least of my worries.”

“Speaking of hot mouth, why don’t you and I go upstairs and try to get these babies here?” Hyde suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

“C’mon, we’ve done it like a hundred times; clearly the babies aren’t coming,” she replied, defeated.

“You don’t know that,” he replied gently.

Y/n shook her head, defeated. “I guess these babies will come when they decide to.”

Steven looked at her before standing to his feet. “Come on. We’re going for a walk.”

45 Minutes Later...

“I told you the walk wouldn’t work!” Y/n complained as they walked through the sliding door, picking out leaves and twigs from her hair.

“Well, it would’ve if you hadn’t tried to jump on me in the park!” Hyde argued as he looked down at the mud stains on his pants and shirt.

“I was trying to be romantic!”

“You’re trying to get these kids out of you so fast, you’re willing to knock us both over in a big puddle just for a quickie behind a bush!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know there was a deep mud puddle there?!” she yelled, prying her wet and muddy dress away from her thighs.

“Gee, I don’t know, maybe the fact that it RAINED earlier?” he yelled back.

“Ugh, you know what, I’m going to go shower. Don’t follow me!”

“What is going on?” Eric asked as he entered the kitchen with Donna. He took one look at the couple and started laughing. “What happened to you two?”

“Y/n thought it would be the perfect time to get romantic on a walk in the park to try to go into labor,” Steven replied, glaring at his wife who wasn’t even looking at him.

Eric scrunched up his nose at them. “Sorry I asked.”

“I’m going to go shower because the mud is started seal my butt cheeks together,” Y/n announced before waddling out the kitchen.

“Didn’t need to know that!” Eric cried out and turned back to Hyde. “So, are you guys going to keep trying?”

Hyde sighed frustratingly. “At this point, I don’t know. We’ve tried spicy foods, canola oil, sex…nothing is working. The long walk may have worked if she hadn’t cut it short.”

“Well, you know, maybe the babies will come tomorrow…or in a couple days…” Donna suggested and nonchalantly grabbed a soda from the fridge.

“I don’t know. I’m starting to think these kids are going to come closer to the concert and I just got to accept the fact that I’m not going to be able to make it.”

“What?! No, Hyde don’t say that,” Eric said. “You’re going to be able to have those babies and still go to the concert.”

“You know, Hyde, maybe you’re not doing this right,” Donna said and sat at the table. “Maybe, the babies will come tomorrow or Wednesday…”

Hyde squinted his eyes at her. “Why? Why tomorrow or Wednesday?”

She shook her head. “No reason!”

Hyde rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever. I’m going to shower as well. We’ll try again tomorrow.”

Once he was out of earshot, Eric turned to Donna.

“Way to almost blow our cover!”

---

Tuesday came and go with Y/n getting more miserable by the minute.

“It’s Tuesday night, she can still have the baby tonight!” Jackie argued.

“You had until 8pm. You can’t bend the rules now. Now pay up!” Donna chortled and held out her hand.

“Fine!” Jackie screeched and reached into her purse. “Here’s your stupid twenty bucks!”

“Thank you,” Donna said smugly and fanned her face with the two tens.

“Okay, double or nothing she has them by tomorrow,” Jackie said.

“I bet she’ll have them by Thursday,” Kelso said.

“I bet you’re all wrong,” Eric said. “I want to say she’ll have them by Sunday.”

“And I bet she’s losing six friends,” Markus piped up, disgusted at their behavior.

“Five,” Eric corrected. “She can’t lose me. I’m her brother after all.”

“I don’t think that’s going to make a difference,” Markus said.

“Markus, baby, shush,” Jackie said, tapping his leg. “We’re just having a little fun.”

“Fun?” he questioned. “You’re betting on your friend’s pain and misery! I don’t think she would classify this as fun.”

“She would if it was any one of us,” Eric pointed out.

“Only with you,” Donna chuckled. “She’s fine with the rest of us.” She looked up to Kelso who was mindlessly sucking on a popsicle. “Well, maybe Kelso too.”

He looked down at her, frowning, pausing with the popsicle still in his mouth. “Why me?”

“Because it’s so easy,” Fez added in, laughing. “Like you.”

---

“That’s it, I give up!” Y/n said, exasperated three days later as she and her husband sat in the basement. “I’m done trying to get these kids to come out. They’ll come when they come.”

“No, don’t give up yet,” Eric said, faux-sympathetic.

“You just want them to be born so you can go to the concert,” she grumbled.

Eric’s gaze flicked to the rest of the group; Hyde staring at him suspiciously.

“Y-you can keep trying…even if it takes you to Sunday,” he said.

“Or Monday!” Jackie piped up. “I think you’ll go into labor then.”

“Nah, I’m saying Tuesday,” Fez said.

Y/n squinted her eyes at her friends. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Fez squeaked.

“Uh huh, and I’m calling bologna,” she said, eyes never leaving Fez’s nervous ones.

“Nothing you’ll be interested in,” Jackie said.

“Yeah? Try me.”

Everyone was silent, not daring to speak up, until—

“We’ve all been making a bet to see when you’ll go into labor!” Fez blurted out.

“FEZ!” Everyone shouted.

“What the hell?!” Eric shouted.

“Unbelievable!” Donna cried out.

“Big mouth!” Jackie chimed in.

“Traitor!” Kelso added.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t lie to her!” Fez said.

“But you can bet money on me?!” Y/n shouted. “I can’t believe you guys!”

“Yeah! How could you do this and not let me in on it?!” Hyde shouted.

Y/n snapped her head to him. “WHAT?!”

“C’mon, we’re both so miserable here, at least let’s make some money out of it,” he defended.

“Oh, yeah I’m sure all that sex has helped ease the pain,” Fez grumbled bitterly.

“Shut up, Fez,” Hyde demanded, making Fez pout and turn away.

“You know the worst part is you guys didn’t include me on this,” Y/n continued.

“What?” the group asked in unison.

“Well, like Steven said, if I’m going to be miserable, I might as well make some money!”

“Hey, you’re cooler about this than I thought you would,” Markus said.

“If I wasn’t pregnant and desperate to get these kids out, I wouldn’t be,” she said. “Now, tell me, how high is the bet?”

“Forty,” he responded casually.

“Forty?!” Y/n screeched. “C’mon I’m worth more than that!”

“It’s all I’ve got in my purse,” Jackie responded bitterly. “Unless you have more money.”

“I know Hyde does,” Kelso smirked.

Hyde glared at him. “Drop it before I drop you.”

The Next Day…

“C’mon, babies, just stay in there until after tonight,” Eric encouraged, talking to his sister’s belly.

“You know that’s not how that works,” she responded, laughing at him.

“They can still hear right? Maybe they will listen.”

“Yeah, in your dreams, Forman,” Hyde said as he sat next to his wife on the couch.

“Come on, babies, if you wait to come out and let Daddy go to the concert with Uncle Eric, I promise I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle. “I don’t think they’re coming out anytime soon. You guys can go to the concert tonight, it’s fine.”

“YES!” Eric cheered.

“You sure?” Hyde asked genuinely and turned to her. “What if you go into labor while I’m gone?”

“I still have my parents here and Markus said he’ll be a phone call away if I need him,” she reassured him.

Hyde made a face at her. “I don’t know how I feel about this new guy helping you.”

“Would you rather it be Fez or Kelso?”

He smacked his lips in thought. “Good point.”

“Besides, I think it’ll be nice to just be me tonight,” she continued. “I can finally start that book I’ve wanting to read.”

“Vogue Magazine isn’t a book,” Eric reminded.

“Neither are comics,” she snapped back.

“Then why are they called comic books?” he shot back.

Y/n sighed. “Either way, I’m looking forward to finally getting some alone time.”

“As long you’re okay with it. And I won’t be out long,” Hyde promised.

“Okay,” Y/n said, smiling at him and kissed him. “I’m going to go take a nap. Wake me up before you leave.”

Hyde nodded as he helped her off the couch. Just as she did, she clutched her stomach, hissing sharply.

“Oh!” she yelped, bending over.

“Oh, my God! Y/n!” Hyde reacted quickly, reaching for her so she didn’t stumble forward.

“Y/n, are you okay?!” Eric asked her with wide eyes.

“Yeah, just kidding,” she giggled and walked upstairs.

The two young men let out a breath of relief and glared at her as she walked up the stairs.

“Sometimes, I really, really don’t like her,” Eric griped.

--Time Skip—

“Y/n, I’m leaving!” Steven said as he gathered his wallet, keys, and tickets together.

“I’m coming,” she called out as she waddled down the stairs.

He met her at the bottom of the stairs and placed his hands on her hips, leaning down to kiss her. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“More than,” she said, grinning. “You go and have a great time, okay?”

“I will. I left the number for you on the counter to the venue in case anything happens.”

“Look at you, being all worried and responsible,” she teased.

He chuckled and kissed her gently. “I love you. I’m serious—call.”

“I will,” she said and hugged him. “I love you. Have fun.”

“Will you stop making out with my sister and get in the car?” Eric asked impatiently. “Led Zepplin isn’t going to wait for us.”

“Shut up, Forman,” Hyde said and turned to Y/n once more. “Try to not have those babies until I get back.”

“I will definitely try,” she replied sweetly before giving him one more kiss. “Now, go. Enjoy the concert. Oh! Wait there for a moment.” She ran back to the kitchen before returning to the front door with a camera in her hand. “Take some pictures for me.”

Hyde held the large polaroid camera in his hand and looked at his wife. “You want me to take pictures the whole time?”

She nodded innocently. “Yeah!”

“No,” he deadpanned and set the camera on the couch.

“What? Why?!”

“I’m going to be busy rocking and rolling, not taking pictures of the band.”

“Steven, please! Just because I can’t be there doesn’t mean I don’t want pictures!”

“Yeah, that’s a lot of pictures that I don’t want to take and have to keep track of. No, thanks.”

“Why’re you being so stubborn?”

“Hey, if you wanted to see Led Zepplin, you should be going,” Eric piped up from behind them.

“You literally bought tickets for everyone but me,” she snipped.

“Correction: I bought them for me, you, Hyde, and Donna. Kelso bought tickets for him and Hyde,”

“But…Jackie’s not going, what're you doing with that extra ticket?” Y/n inquired.

“Yeah…he thought he was going to be able to score with her, but then she met Markus and quite frankly, I think Kelso is afraid of him. So, he’s bringing Fez,” Eric answered.

“I’m not even going to question that,” she said and turned back to her husband. “You be careful and have fun. But not too much fun!”

“Alright, cool, let’s go!” Eric pushed and shoved Hyde out the door.

“What the hell, man?” Hyde asked outside the door.

“We still have to pick up Kelso and Fez and I’d rather not be later because you couldn’t stop being mushy with my sister,” Eric responded and closed the door before Y/n could hear what Hyde had to say.

Y/n looked down to her stomach and held it between her hands. “Well, guys, it looks like it’s just us. What do you guys want to do? We can watch TV, read a book…eat a tub of ice cream?” A kick to the stomach confirmed her question. “Ice cream it is!”

Later that night…

Y/n sat on the couch in the living room watching a rerun of Three’s Company when the doorbell rang. When she answered the door, Jackie and Markus stood there.

“What’re you guys doing here?” Y/n asked them.

“Well, we know you’re by yourself tonight so we figured you’d like some company,” Markus said with a bright smile and held up a Fatso Burger bag. “We also brought food.”

“Well, I wouldn’t put it that nicely, but yeah same,” Jackie said and welcomed herself in.

“Oh, uh, well thanks,” Y/n said and closed the door. “You guys don’t have to be here. My parents are home and if anything happens, they’ll be here.”

“Nonsense. We’re your friends,” Markus said and sat down on the couch. “Besides, we figured you were hungry.”

“Always,” Y/n said and waddled over to the couch. “This was really nice of you. Thank you.”

“Not a problem,” Markus said, smiling and handing her a wrapped burger. “What’re we watching?”

“Three’s Company. It’s the one where Chrissy takes a freelance job as an X-rated writer for a fictional diary,” Y/n responded, watching the screen.

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Jackie said, digging into her fries.

After they had finished their meals and the episode ended, another one was starting soon as they all had settled back into the couch.

“No, no, no that’s ridiculous,” Markus argued. “Why would Doc Ock be Spider-Man’s greatest enemy? It’s always been Green Goblin!”

“The Green Goblin is Peter’s most famous enemy, but it makes sense that his greatest enemy is Doc Ock because think about it: Your mentor and friend turning bad? Can you imagine the betrayal?” Y/n countered.

“But Green Goblin was his best friend’s dad! That also has to mean something! Then, once his dad died, his best friend became the Green Goblin!”

“Yeah, that would mean something if Harry hadn’t tried to kill Peter first!”

“To be fair, Harry didn’t know about Spider-Man’s identity until later.”

“And to be fair, this conversation is killing me,” Jackie piped up, bored.

“Yeah, but—” Y/n was cut off by an abrupt sharp pain down in her lower abdomen. Her hands flew to her stomach and held her breath as the pain radiated and quickly subsided. She let out a sigh of relief.

Markus and Jackie sat up straight as Markus’s hands hovered over Y/n. “A-are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/n responded, breathlessly. “That was weird. Anyway, as I was saying—OH!”

Another sharp pain reared its ugly head, radiating through her pelvis to her back and down her legs. “Oh, my God!” Her grip on the couch tightened, knuckles turning white. She could feel her abdomen tighten rock-hard as she felt the pain become more intense.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Jackie asked.

Y/n couldn’t respond and could only whimper.

“Oh, my God,” Markus said, panicking and jumped from the couch. “Oh, my God! Not now!”

All Y/n could do was shake her head as the pain was starting to subside to the point where she could get some words out. “No, no, it can’t be. It can take a while for the babies to get here. It could just be the beginning stages.”

“The beginning stages of what?” Jackie asked.

Markus looked at her with a panicked and wild look in his eyes. “Are you serious?!”

“What?!” she asked, matching his energy.

“She’s in labor, Jackie!”

“Oh,” Jackie said calmly, but then it hit her. “OH!”

“We need to get you to the hospital,” Markus said, rushing to get her up from the couch.

“That’s not necessary,” Y/n said, another sharp pressure coming on as she stood. “The book said contractions need to be five to ten minutes apart before going to the hospital. Labor can take a while.”

Markus sighed a small breath of relief before looking down and his eyes widening. “And what does the book say about that?”

Y/n looked down on the floor at her feet as she felt some wetness.

Her water had broke.

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 1 year ago

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you wanna play knives?

kinktober day one - knife play

pairing: baby firefly x afab!reader

warnings: smut, DUBCON, knife play, blood, fingering, no pronouns used, reader wears a skirt, baby calls reader a bitch

a/n: starting off strong with this one. honestly, i am so down bad for baby it's embarrassing

also, this isn't proof-read and there isn't currently a word count, i will be adding the word count sometime tomorrow

"Wanna play a game?" Baby asked, twirling the point of a knife against the rope tied around your wrist.

You'd been left tied to a chair in her room for the last few hours, just...waiting. And now the blonde had finally returned, a sick smile on her face as she knelt between your legs.

"I'm gonna ask you some questions," she explained, grinning at you. "If you get them right, I'll let you go. If you get them wrong..."

She looked down at the knife above your wrist. "Well...you don't wanna know what happens if you get them wrong."

You simply stared at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Alright. Who is....my favourite movie star?"

"I don't know," you answered, unable to tear your eyes away from her mouth, from the way it seemed to pull into the brightest of smiles.

She was insane, but you couldn't deny that she was fucking beautiful. You supposed this being the last thing you saw would at least soften the blow that you were going to die here.

"Well?" She asked when you didn't offer her a proper answer. "Who's my favourite movie star? You want me to let you go, don't you?"

You should've said yes. You should've desperately nodded and pleaded with her to just let you go.

"I won't say anything, I swear," you should've been saying, tears streaming down your face as you spoke.

But you just sat there, staring at that damn smile.

"Alright, here's another game," she said then, pressing her lips into a line, before moving the point of the knife to your bare thigh. "You wanna play knives?"

Again, you should've frantically shook your head at her, pulled at the restraints and begged to be let go. But you just sat there...waiting.

Did you want this? Did you want to feel her touching you like this? Were you really that fucked in the head?

You watched as she trailed the knife up the inside of your thigh, the cool metal making you shiver.

"Damn, you are much quieter than all the other assholes I've had in here," Baby commented then, dragging the blade closer to your centre. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually like being here."

You didn't speak, you just remained completely still, watching.

"Is that it?" She grinned. "Did I get it right? I know I'm right."

Again, you didn't speak, but that didn't stop her from persisting.

"Alright, I have a game. I'm gonna stick my fingers in that pussy of yours, and I'm gonna fuck you. I wanna see how long you can stay quiet." She paused a moment, lifting the flimsy material of your skirt off your thighs, and slipping your panties down your legs. "If you make a sound, I cut you. Got it?"

You nodded.

She grinned, slowly tracing her fingers along the inside of your thigh, stopping when she reached your pussy.

"Remember, you gotta be quiet," she reminded you, before you felt her drag a finger through your folds.

You practically flinched from the contact, a fire already beginning to crackle in your stomach. Holy shit.

Seconds later, she was pushing a finger inside you, and you had to bite down on your tongue to keep a moan from slipping out.

"You like that?" She said, beginning to move her finger inside you. "Huh, bitch?"

You bit your lip, nodding, your eyes fluttering closed.

This was crazy. Absolutely fucking insane. And yet you were enjoying it thoroughly, revelling in the way her finger dragged along your walls, in the sound of her voice as she teased you, trying to get a sound out of you.

After a moment, she added a second finger, and you couldn't help thrusting your hips into her hand, desperate for more friction, your release building.

"Well, damn," she chuckled. "Look at you, all desperate for me."

Against your better judgement, you moaned in response.

"Did I just hear you make a sound?" Baby answered, giggling. "You did, didn't you?"

And within moments, you felt the blade pierce the skin on the inside of your thigh, hot blood spilling out of the fresh wound.

"You lose!" She boasted, grinning as she worked her fingers inside you faster. "Don't worry though, I'll still let you come."

You rocked your hips into her hand harder as she fucked you with her fingers and before long, you were reaching your release, a wave of pleasure coursing through your body as you came around her fingers.

And when you were done, she pulled her fingers out of you, sucking hard on them as she grinned. "Now, I want you to give me a kiss and say: 'thank you, Baby, I had a really good time."

You did as she said, leaning forward as best you could and pressing a forceful kiss to her lips. And then you smiled. "Thank you, Baby, I had a really good time."

And you weren't lying.

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miraclesabound · 2 years ago

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That Hits The Spot

Summary: You wonder what Shoresy means when he tells someone he'll be good to them, and you get a demo.

Pairing: Shoresy/F!Reader, background Shoresy/Laura Mohr.

Notes: The lack of Shoresy x Reader fics baffles me, so I decided to add some enrichment to the tag! Also on AO3.

Warnings: Canon-typical language, mention of injuries, alcohol consumption, unrequited (?) romantic interest, Shoresy is NOT a licensed massage therapist

Tags: @pettyprocrastination @magpie-to-the-morning

"Hey Shoresy?"

"Yeah?"

"Got a question for ya." You're sprawled out on his sofa while he grabs a beer for each of you from the fridge. For once, the apartment is quiet - the others are out doing God knows what, and Shoresy told you he doesn't expect them back for hours. "Heard you say something to Laura Mohr and been ponderin' it."

Shoresy snorts. "Didn't your parents tell ya it's rude to listen in on other people's conversations?"

He comes over and sits down, and you grab your beer from him. "How can I not when you're declaring your eternal devotion for the whole stadium to hear, ya nut??" He's already opened your bottle for you, and you take a long sip.

"Nah, but really," you continue, "I heard you tell her 'I swear to God I'd be so good to ya' and I just...wondered what that actually meant?"

He shrugs as he settles into one of the side chairs. " 'S not that complex," he says. "Just, ya know, the standard stuff - foot massages at the end of the day, helpin' her with the kids, glass o' wine or hooch if she wants it...bein' present, you get it."

"I do," you admit. "Sounds fuckin' divine, in fact."

"Ya say that like ya don't have it right now."

Damn him, he's observant. "Nope," you tell him. "This old girl's gotta handle things on her own - which isn't easy when I've managed to fuck up my back and neck." You wince as you sit up. "Doesn't help that every damn chiropractor in this town is booked up."

"Maybe I can fix it?" Shoresy asks. "C'mon, make room..." Before you can stop him, he sits down next to you and has you turn your back to him. "Specific spots or is the whole column fuckin' with ya?"

"Neck, shoulders and lower back."

"Gotcha." He starts with your shoulders, huffing in annoyance when he feels the tension there. "Holy fuck, woman, you been sleepin' on a rock pile?"

You chuckle at his indignation. "Might as well - I think the bed at my place is older than I am."

"Swear to God I'm gonna kick your landlord's ass for that," Shoresy mutters, mostly to himself.

The idea of Shoresy getting protective over you makes your stomach flip - he's never talked that way before. To avoid analyzing that feeling, you crack a joke: "Less vengeance talk and more spinal realignment, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah...lemme just...." He digs a thumb into a sore spot and you yelp.

"Shoresy, what the fuck!"

"Cool your jets, 'm tryin' to find where the actual muscle pull is..." He keeps poking, and you're about to stand up from the couch and shove him away when he lets out a noise of triumph. "Found it!"

"You're full of shit, man, I- oh!" Your protest cuts off as you slump into him - the sudden lack of stiffness in your shoulder makes you feel like a popped balloon.

He makes sure to catch you, and you can hear the grin in his voice. "Told ya I could fix it. Want me to get the rest?" You nod, and within five minutes, your whole back feels better than it has in ages.

"How ya feelin'?" he asks as your eyes close.

"Fuckin' divine," you tell him. "I'll give Laura my endorsement for you first thing in the morning..."

You drift off on his chest, so you don't know if you actually hear him say "No rush..." or if it was just your imagination.

#shoresy x reader #shoresy spoilers #shoresy

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richeeduvie · 7 months ago

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could you please write about princesas baby shower (or even a birthday party) and Lalo (or nacho I’m not picky) decides to invite Jesse bc he was the closest friend to princesa in ABQ??? PLZ I BEG 🦶✨✨💕💕😗

"This is...it's a nice place - big, gotta be happy, dude."

Jesse's got his hands in his pockets, or on his head. He's fucking scared shitless. What's he gonna say or do that won't get her fucking...guy off his ass. He doesn't even know why Lalo invited him to her baby shower in the first place, but Jesse wasn't gonna say no. Fuck that, man.

"Thank you for com-"

"You think for someone who only knows one language, you'd be better with words."

Princesa rubs her bump, Jesse tries to smile something normal, but he can feel his eyes...scared shitless. Fuck, why isn't he better with words? But who gives a shit? Why is Lalo jumping on everything he says?

How can Jesse not show she's not terrified to move?

"When's the party coming?"

"This is the party."

Lalo, Jesse, Nacho, and Princesa - the crew around the house. Barn.

"...Oh, okay - private matters. You're uh...sleek with it. Like that."

Lalo stares. Princesa closes her eyes and takes a breath.

"You weren't his partner in English class too. Hm, Princesa? What would that say about you? But ah, the big man might come over. My cousins will stop by. A Salamanca's gotta start off life with presents."

"What about your friends?"

Princesa's half-smile drops. She sniffles and smooths her dress over her bump with a fix of her collar. Lalo keeps his smile straight.

"I didn't mea-"

"No. No - it's just been...I've been so busy that making friends got out of the way. You know I've always been like that."

Jesse nods. He's gonna be agreeable this entire night.

"Yeah."

Nacho follows Princesa and shuts his eyes softly. It's like a sigh on it's own.

The three that make up the small, but expensive baby shower are confused all the way down as to why Lalo invited Jesse, because the entire party is just made up of jabs at everything the guy does, says. At best, Jesse's just ignored or cut off when Lalo wants to say something.

"Princesa, come here."

And he can barely get a word in with Princesa before Lalo pulls her away. Sometimes it's to tell her about...something. But the lot of it is just Lalo making it a need to rub her stomach or give her the tenth or fifteenth gift of the day.

Jesse rubs his neck.

"How do you deal with that, man?"

Nacho's finger on the glass stills. He'll have to play to be nice, there's no reason to play it cold. Other than the fact he doesn't want to.

"The way you've been dealing with it."

Princesa's eyes flicker to Nacho and Jesse at the counter. She didn't think to want Jesse at her Baby shower, but she enjoys him here. Even if Lalo doesn't, which is hard for her - because she can tell he doesn't like him and she never wants to be in disagreement with the most handsome man she's ever seen, the man who quietly coos at her belly.

So, she asks a question.

"Can we have him over sometimes? Today was fun."

Lalo slows in his kisses and coos. He looks up and Princesa isn't scared yet, it's very casual.

"You don't want anybody else around the house. Not him, Princesa. I thought to invite the guy cause he was your friend...but I can't have someone who wears those kinds of pants putting things in your head."

Princesa sputters, head down. "But-"

"Don't tell me you'd be proud if Bebito turned out like Jesse Pinkett."

She swallows. She doesn't know the answer, but Princesa isn't gonna figure it out if it'd hurt Jesse.

"Pinkman."

"Uh-huh. But you know."

Princesa blinks. She does, she puts her hand through Lalo's soft, slight curls.

Lalo doesn't miss the head jolt of Jesse when he turns his head. He could roll his damn eyes, but he smiles instead.

"That kid is gonna come out scary as shit."

"Even with her?"

Nacho's not paying attention to his own words, otherwise, he would never have said that. Jesse tries not to turn back to look at her.

"No, whatever - fifty-fifty?"

"...Yeah."

#inbox #hc's #drabble #madman!au #lalo salamanca x reader #breaking bad fanfiction

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cruisie · 7 months ago

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I'VE FINALLY DONE IT.

I MADE A FIC BASED OFF THE GATOR BOYS WINTER HEADCANONS LAST CHRISTMAS.

I pulled an all nighter for this because I got a boatload of inspiration and pushed through outta spite. It's damn near summer butttt I don't really care.

Characters belong to Obsidian lantern, Capital M audios, and Daysprite.

I hope y'all enjoy :>

Cold blooded.

Winter had come down hard on the swamps' denizens that year.

Snow coated the now frozen mud ground in layers and water froze into ice sheets preventing easy travel between homes were only a few of its hardships.

But with the frustration and annoyance that comes with the cold, it is accompanied by its not-so-small joys that make the season one hell of a time.

It wasn't unusual to find the three close friends ducking and diving behind makeshift forts and shields during this time of year, covered head to claw in thick fabric and snow clinging to the old material. Laughter erupts from smiling faces as another snowball whizzes past them. Those smiles turn into a calculated grin as they turn to huck a ball of their own.

But of course, another con about winter was its shortened days, cutting the amount of time the four had to goof around and be active.

The human took notice of something else. The dark falling over the cabin in that short amount of time, paired with the cold (and overexertion on Timmy's part), had the reptiles in a state of perpetual tiredness.

The results being three easily exhausted lizardfolk.

It was almost amusing actually.

When the four companions had entered the house that day after having spent a good amount of time battling one another in the small heaps of snow, Bug observed the half-bloods slowly but surely losing energy moving about the house.

Bodie turned on the stove and lit the fireplace to help warm the rest of the chilled house. It only seemed to speed up the process as each person took residence nearby.

The wind blew from outside the cabin as they settled into their desired spots. Bodie had started on dinner, not wishing to part from the warmth of the stove, Marco standing close to share in its heat too. The older men stood side by side, reminiscing about the day's events with amusement evident in the tone of the conversation as they prepared the food. Dinner would be finished sooner rather than later.

Unfortunately, the joint effort that had been formed in the kitchen had left not enough room for all of them to crowd around the stove.

Shaking off what melted snow he could, Timothy shuddered as he approached the fireplace. Behind him, an equally fridged human trailed, removing the patched sweater lent to them by the large gator to hang off a chair nearby to dry.

They shivered as they scanned the room, looking for the blessing that was a warm blanket, noting the boy hovering over the fire, rubbing his hands furiously together to generate as much heat as he could.

‘He’s gonna get himself sick…’

Bug mused to themself as they turned about the room. With the image of the cold lizard fresh in their mind, the human resumes their way further into the cabin.

‘Blankets…Blankets…Didn't Bodie say they were in the cupboard…’

A chattering sigh escapes their lips as they briskly pad down the short hallway, eyes shooting towards their goal. A somewhat worn-looking drawer with a small door on the bottom stands at the end. An excited noise exits the former hunter, happily throwing open the door, stopping short when they take another look at its contents, their previously growing smile falling into a mix of hesitation and disappointment.

Neatly folded on the inner shelf of the cupboard, was a single grayish green blanket.

They blinked once. Then twice.

Pulling the fabric from its home They inspected it. Feeling it's slightly rougher than normal texture and mentally sighing. The human stood up shaking their head as they held the item to their chest.

‘Looks like I gotta deal.’

Laughter from the older men in the kitchen sounded into the living area as Bug strode back into the room. A tired smile fell on their lips hearing the sound. Their eyes looked forward to see Timmy, still crouched and shivering in front of the open fireplace. To say he looked a bit rough was an understatement as he shook in an almost violent manner.

Their hand flew to their mouth, doing a poor job at hiding a chuckle as they tried to silently sneak behind the gator, the urge to surprise the boy winning.

The closer they got, the wider their smile grew as they thought of what to do, inching their way forward. Closer and closer they got, raising the blanket in hand, an idea blooming. Unfortunately, a creak of the floorboard and a quiet snicker was their undoing. The scaled boy whirled around with a large cheeky grin, arms up and ready.

“Ha!!! I knew you were tryna’ pull somethin’ you little-”

The triumphant tone was silenced as a muffled ‘oomf’ was heard throughout the cabin, the boy barely catching the covering now against his face.

“Still got you Tim-Tim.”

Bug spoke in a teasing manner as they held a cheeky grin on their lips.

Timmy huffed, begrudgingly moving to the side as the human crouched to sit next to him.

“Not you too…”

He mumbled, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted as he moved to settle onto the floor.

Bug stifles a snicker when they look at him again.

The two sat in front of that fireplace in silence for a second. The only noises are grunts and hisses from Timmy as he tries to pull the thrown item off his scales and Bugs attempts to keep from laughing.

When he finally manages to pull it off of his pointed scales, he moves to wrap it around his arms. He paused though, his attention caught by Bug.

“Wait, where's yours?”

He asked, confusion becoming evident when they replied.

“Oh, there was only one in the cabinet. I thought you might need it more.”

“And what do you mean by that, exactly?”

Timmy questioned back, raising an eyebrow as Bug made a wide gesture towards the boy.

He looks down, following their movements to see the still dripping water falling off his shirt.

“You may be faster than me, but Marco sure did a number on you.”

The gator let out a grumble, eyes shifting to glare at the teasing human as shuffled. He places the blanket off to his side. He stands up from his spot and treads off to the back of the cabin, mumbling quietly to himself, a trail of water droplets falling behind him.

The human let out a mischievous ‘hehe’ as Timmy disappeared. A moment later the abandoned blanket was wrapped tightly around their shoulders. They gripped the edge tighter, pressing closer to warm their hands and still-frozen face.

It hadn't taken long, the rising air soothing the chill that had held them quickly. They rested there for a moment, breathing in and exhaling gently as their eyes closed.

It felt so good to finally rest.

The day had started hectic. Timmy was the one that woke everyone up, surprisingly. He was adamant that they needed to look outside immediately, a grin stretched across his cheeks as they peered out the window to see the swamp coated in a decent amount of snow.

And it hadn't taken long after breakfast was eaten before they had taken to that snow.

At first, they were just mucking about. Trying to catch the few snowflakes that were still falling and building small snowmen, dubbed ‘snow gators’ by Bodie. Even Maria had claimed one of the small structures, having perched on top to observe the four beings as they meddled about.

They couldn't remember who threw that first snowball. All they knew was that it was a battle zone with Marco and Timmy zipping about and Bodie and Bug nestled behind a makeshift shield of snow.

It took the near decapitation of their snowmen to finally settle down, realizing that they had been messing around almost all day.

It had gotten quite a bit dim outside when they went back in. Now having settled, Bugs' eyes opened to look out the window. It was near dark now.

‘Damn winter days. Too short…’

A clawed hand cuts the thought short as it comes to rest against the crown of the human's head.

“Well, aren't you nice and comfortable?"

The voice is close. Startled, they turned to be met face to scaled face with Timmy, a cheeky sharp toothed grin growing when they jumped.

“I…uh…I was…”

The gator boy let out a single cackle as they stumbled for words to explain themselves.

“Ah, don't worry ‘bout it, Bug, I don't blame ya.”

Bug watched him as he moved downward, crossing his legs to sit next to them whilst grinning wide, nudging them slightly as he moved. They smiled sheepishly as he continued.

“Besides, you’re lookin’ all snug as a Bug so I wouldn't wanna mess with ya too much.”

The warm-blooded being rolled their eyes as they did a small jump sideways to make room for the smug looking boy.

Bug lets out a quiet humph, shuffling in place and looking over at the half-blood, staring for a moment. He had begun to move his hands together furiously once more, pausing every so often to blow warm air against them.

A pang of guilt hit them as they continued to look. He had an almost unnoticeable shake to him. His jaw was closed tight and his torso was practically over the fire when he spoke again, giving a half-hearted glance over his shoulder.

“Did Bodie say anything about dinner yet? I'm starvin’.”

“No, not yet. Sure smells good though.”

Bug said, head turning to look over at the open kitchen.

“Can you believe we skipped lunch?”

“Psh, no. Feels like the day went by too dang fast.”

A soft hum of agreement was made in response by the human, Bugs' eyes drifting to Timmy's still quaking form. They stop their reply, pondering their next action carefully.

It was a comfortable silence for a short time. The fire cracking every so often, Bodies and Marcos conversation muffled from the other room.

“Hey, Tim? If you want, you can have the blanket now. I think I've warmed up enough to share.”

Timmy leans back haphazardly, head rolling backward and arms holding his torso up to regard his companion with a shake of his head and a chuckle.

“Nah, I'm fine, Bug. See? I don't get cold that easily.”

He answers, waving his hand as if that would convince them he wasn't holding back his shivers. The bed bug silently raised a brow at the half-lizard.

His jaw was still clenched.

‘I bet everything he's trying to stop from chattering too.’

“Really? Cause you look like you're about to start shaking like a leaf.”

“I mean, yeah. Maybe you're right, but then you'd get just as cold and I…WE don't you gettin’ sick…again. Especially during this time of year, ya know?”

The half-blood continued his excuse, rapidly correcting his words before ending with a nervous laugh and a half smile.

Bug looked over the halfie, studying his words and actions, noiselessly observing him with narrowed eyes.

Timmy could see it clearly as their face changed from an almost intimidating stare to a soft smiling reaction.

They had an idea.

“Aw. Thanks, Tim. But I don't want you to get sick either.”

The half-reptile looked forward as Bug replied tentatively, turning his head somewhat to the side to hide a small smile, looking at the wooden ceiling, searching for nothing in particular.

“Heh, thanks, sugar bug. That's uhh…sweet of ya’. But I promise, I'll be perfectly fine-”

The words were cut short before he could finish, a warmth suddenly being wrapped around his arms. Specifically, his left side was being engulfed in a welcoming heat.

Before he realized it, Timmy was leaning closer. He jerked his head quietly, shock flooding his face when he saw the human directly next to him, blanket still around their shoulder as they looked at him, with a playful expression, not to close just yet.

“Now neither of us will get sick! If you don't…mind sharing?”

The brackish blood felt as if he was about to catch fire with how hot his face flushed, the feeling of the cold air seemed to vanish as he nodded, trying his best to appear nonchalant as he spoke

“I guess this…uh…works. Um…H-Here lemme…just…”

Timmy shifts slowly, lifting his arm over the human head and resting it behind them, carefully planting his palm against the hardwood floor to brace himself.

“And there. Now, you can rest against me without getting stuck…by uh…my scales. They're…a bit pointy, ya know?”

“Thank you. Is this ok or…”

Bug asked in a hushed voice, holding a polite smile to the boy, shuffling closer. A fast nod and a ‘mhm’ was the response.

If they were being honest, they were afraid of speaking any louder than a whisper for fear that it would crack.

It was a bit tense at first. The two flustered beings adjust every so often to find a more comfortable spot. After a while of Bugs' head accidentally bumping Timmy's chin and a stray spikey scale jabbing into their side, the blanket heap soon started to laugh.

It was nearly uncontrollable the more they held in their laughter. Hands clasped over their mouths as the pair snickered, shy glances were shared between them that only fueled even more giggles from them both. It was just so amusing and unbelievable that they were this close. So close and yet it felt…nice.

After what felt like ages, silence finally reigned in the house. Save for the occasional clank of pots in the kitchen, the billowing wind that whistled across the window sill every so often and the low roar of the fireplace that soothed the duo from their incessant laughter.

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In the kitchen, the croc sat, flipping through the yellow parchment of his sketchbook, looking over his drawings and small doodles idly.

After reaching the end of the not-so-numerous pages of art, he lets out a deep sigh. He tiredly leaned his head to the side, spying on the older man as he continuously stirred the simmering pot.

He sniffs.

“Ay Bo, How much time we got left on the gumbo?”

Bodie sets down the wooden ladle, shutting the pot and grabs a rag, wiping his hands and throwing a bright smile towards the crocodilian.

“It's just ‘bout done now. You think you can grab Tim-Tim and the water bug while I plate ‘dis?”

Marco nodded, a small ‘yup’ being heard as he slowly raised his arms in the process, letting out a heavy yawn and smiled a lazy smile. Rising from his chair, he sets his sketch on the table and strides towards the living room, looking over his shoulder to look at Bodie, snickers heard in his voice.

“You think they're still awake? I wouldn't be surprised if they're out cold already.”

“Even still, they need to eat. I'm sure they'll come runnin’.”

By the time Bodie finished his reply, Marco had already reached the entrance to the living area, pausing for a moment at the lack of noise coming from the room.

His interest grew exponentially as he peered into the area, seeing an odd lump on the wooden floor, leaning against one of the nearby chairs and seemingly…snoring?

The curiosity that had grown soon turned into a cheeky grin as he got closer, finally discovering what exactly had happened.

Marco allowed a gentle chuckle out as Timmy moved, watching as the boy moved to press further into the warmer human, Bug reciprocating the action and exhaling gently.

“What y'all doin’ in here? Foods ready and it's gon’ start gettin' cold if y'all waste anymore ti-”

A quick hand slaps onto Bodie's mouth before he can finish the sentence, Marco crossed the room in the blink of an eye to do so, eyes widened and a smirk plastered on his face as he makes a motion with his head towards the sleeping floor pile.

Bodie doesn't stay puzzled for long, eyes following the younger man’s movement. The grin that breaks free from Marcos's grip is beaming as he looks at the pair. The skinny man lets out a gentle laugh at the expression on his friends face, holding back his first instinct to wake the spikey lizard by yanking the blanket off him.

“Now what, bog boss? Wanna wake em’ up?”

Bodie shook his head softly, still staring at the sleeping boy and his water bug, a small sense of pride exploding in his chest.

“Nah, give im’ a couple more minutes. They look all comfy and cozy, so we'll just…warm up their food later.”

The gator man turns back into the light of the kitchen, grabbing his bowl and starts in on his dinner, Marco following close behind as he lets himself take another look, trying to commit the scene to memory as he finds his sketch once more and jots down something in a hurry.

He couldn't wait until the two finally woke up as he happily ate his food, keeping an ear out for when they woke up and realized the position they were in.

Soooooo yeah what y'all think?

Wanna take a guess on who my favorite character is???

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winniemaywebber · 2 months ago

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Ooh, 15 a lone silver earring for either?

hi friend! thanks so much for this. You've got the whole gang at Thorpe Abbotts in this one 🤭

(from this prompt list and my inbox is open for more!)

under the cut to save space <3

The return of Harry Crosby had been a big one - the gang welcoming him back with open arms from his furlough, with plenty of whiskey in celebration of his news: his beloved Jean was pregnant, his four companions cheering at the news. Once things had quietened down, the night had taken a turn. They'd sat in silence in the Officer's Club, Croz being the first to talk after a long sip of whiskey.

“So, nothing of Rosie?”

“Nothing, pal,” Dougie replied quietly, staring into his glass. “You know we'd have told you the moment–”

“I know,” Croz replies, accidentally cutting his friend off. Dougie shakes his head to show it didn't upset him, reaching down to take Olive’s hand.

“I've been writing to Jo. Weekly, as usual. It's hard, Croz. I barely know what to say.” They all see Val’s eyes fill with tears, a rare occurrence. “I'm trying to keep her spirits up but it's…it's tough.”

“I saw. I know she's grateful for you doing that, trying to help her through. She has Jean by her side and you in writing.”

“All of us,” Ev joins, beginning to raise his glass. “She has all of us, because all of us have each other now. A toast,” he pauses, clearing his throat before speaking again. “To Rosie. May he return to us in one damn piece.”

“To Rosie.”

***

“Ollie,” Dougie sleepily whispers, nuzzling into her to stay warm. “You've gotta go before Red catches you.”

“Mhm,” she responds, eyes still closed. “Quit snuggling so I can even think about getting up.”

“I can't seem to stop,” he laughs. “You're stuck here.”

“Good to know you'd take being chewed out by Red and the Colonel just for extra snuggle time.”

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely.”

“Hey, Ol?” a voice calls from the other side of the hut.

“Yeah, Val?”

“There's a silver earring on Croz’s nightstand.”

“What's wrong with that?” Olive asks, finally sitting up. “You don't think–”

“I do think! He's been back in the country for less than a week, his wife is pregnant and he's…”

“You really think he'd start all that again after being with his wife for a month?”

“He's a man, Olive.”

“Hey!” both their men complain simultaneously, Dougie placing a hand on his chest in mock angst. “Ouch!”

“She's not wrong, James.”

“Look, are either of you sure it isn't yours? You could've left it here by mistake one of the times you've been in here.”

“Doug, I wouldn't wear this,” Val says, having made her way to its location and picking it up.

“Right. And I only wear gold so it sure as hell isn't mine.”

“Do you really only wear gold?” Dougie asks, his eyebrows stitched together in confusion.

“Be so for real right now, honey. How have you never noticed that?”

“I, errrm…anyway, this earring.”

“Good job you're cute,” Olive murmurs, pinching his cheek.

The group all join Val at the nightstand, all beginning to squabble.

“Maude, you sure it isn't yours?” Ev yawns, scratching at his head as he stretches.

“Everett Ernest, I answered that question a few minutes ago if you'd open your darn ears!” Olive lightly swings at him, the back of her hand making contact with the side of his head as they break into what can only be described as siblings play fighting, slapping gently at one another.

“What on Earth is going on in here, kids?” Harry Crosby saunters in, the remains of his scrambled egg on his mouth in a spot he'd missed when wiping, his voice breaking through the childlike arguments. “Been practicing my dad voice. Getting pretty good, huh?”

“Harry Crosby!” Valencia yells, pointing her freshly manicured nail at him. She turns, picking up the earring and holds it out in front of her. “What is this? You've been back not even a week!”

“Yeah, Croz. That's just not good, pal.”

“What are you all talking about?” Croz asks, hands on his hips as he tries to answer Dougie's remark. “The earring?”

“Yeah!” Olive says, taking it from Val and placing it in his hand. “Val saw it. If you're pissing about again, Harry…”

“Good God, no! I ended all that before I left. The earring,” he says, closing his hand around it as his face softens, “is Jean’s. It got caught up in one of my undershirts and I packed it by mistake.”

“Oh!” They group say, the relief palpable. “So, it's not–”

“No! Like I said, it's over. Jean knows. I know where I belong, too.”

“Aw, Croz,” Dougie says, patting his friend on the shoulder. “That's sweet, pal.”

“Yeah. Her earring is on my nightstand so it feels like I'm at home. She leaves everything everywhere. Gives me a little comfort while we wait for all this to be over.”

Olive pushes through the others to get to Croz, and hugs him tightly. “Glad to have you back, mate.”

“Glad to be back.”

He turns to Dougie, and nods in his direction. “Come on, bud. We've got a phone call waiting for us.”

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bleedingcoffee42 · 2 months ago

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Shit I've rambled on Discord when asked a simple question( Who do you think would be good at talking dirty in bed?) one I did not answer but instead wrote these.

BoB boys in the sheets, under the cut.

Nixon I think is the smooth one. Be the guy who is upfront about trying something he learned on a trip to Tibet, in a stairwell at Yale, in the barn at boarding school, or from that dumb slut behind the gay bar on Rt. 35 South of that sketchy Circle Motor Lodge. He'll describe whatever kinky shit he wants to try like one of those ads for Scotch were it's about Oakey infusion from century old barrels, the grains harvested by virgins and strength of alcohol like the stalwart heroes of old Scotland who created so many colloquialism about scrotums; when men were men and Vat69 wasn't bottle shelf liquor. You'll get played like he plays his Mozart, fingers dancing over the keys and body loose, rhythm flowing through his entire being. Also big into praise kink. The guy who can talk you into doing things and make you enjoy it even if you never want to do again

Speirs is both ends of the spectrum from "My fair lady 😘" to "When you speak to an officer, you say Sir!". Never know what you'll get and he can flip the switch at a moment's notice. Adrenaline Rush Sparky is 'bend you over the desk and say whatever the hell he wants' and then there is 'uwu you are my greatest treasure' Ron who will babble like you're the goddess he worships and do so the entire damned night. He balances hot and authoritative with weird stories about lovers in the tempest of hell. Never know what you'll get. Competitive though, so he tries to outdo himself. Good luck getting on top of him. And the bitch has stamina.

Lipton!!!! Boss in bed, but delivers. Gets away with everything he says, because he knows what buttons to push. Likes to hear 'Yes, sir' too much, but you gotta scream something or you'll never see the light of day. Nobody believes he's like this except Speirs, who considers Carwood Lipton to be a closely guarded secret. Will say shit under his breath that makes you do a double take and then walk off leaving you wanting. Oh it was you First Sergeant.

I think Winters would come out with some unhinged shit to say. The kind of thing that makes you stop mid-fuck and tap out because it’s just a mood killer and dries everything up like the Sahara. Possibly farming metaphors. More probably the kind of moody things that make DeEtta want to choke him. He can pull it off though, but it is influenced by his work stress situation at the time. Make him take a bath and relax first, it will go better. From the field and pissed about upper management he rides frustration instead of fornication. Nixon likes to argue and twist one off so he doesn't mind plowing those fields or cultipacking those furrows.

Welsh would say the same stuff but get away with it. NO farming metaphors, but every sarcastic thing he said in Carentan. Especially ‘Flash’ ‘Thundaaaaaah’. He laughs while he says it though, laughs around whatever he’s doing with his mouth that will earn him a visit to the confessional. (At least according to Kitty)

Guarnere would definitely say some nasty nasty stuff but be doing something so beyond what you ever imagined letting some guy do to you anyway, and it's beyond fine. The reason for wet dreams for at least the next twenty years.

Toye. Yeah. See him as the quiet type until he gets in the foxhole and gets fired up. Something something 'dug coal together when we were 19'. A boxer, he knows where to land every hit and has you against the ropes the entire time. Sings off key while he’s cleaning up after but you do not feel like the sticky floor of some dive bar more like a private performance from Sinatra. Even if it is off key.

#fic #headcanons #im not even putting this in the tags #enjoy your finds on this blog scavengers from other platforms. :)

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writingakanatorior101 · 8 days ago

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Forbidden fruit

Plot: When Vinces little sister takes a gap year fresh out of highschool to spend time with her older brother Nikki's unwelcoming reaction leads to somehting more.

MDNI BELOW THE CUT

This story contains:, choking, dom(nikki), mentions of fucking

"Vince do you think I don't see the news stories about trashing hotel rooms, coke, and hookers. Locking me in the back of an Rv is not gonna stop that."

Vinces chest rises and falls. "Y/n I dont want you around Tommy and Nikki when their having their dumbass conversations. Its like listening to cavemen."

I feel my eyebrows cock. "You know your one of those cavemen right?"

"I came here to spend time with my brother, not to critique his Neanderthal lifestyle."

A smirk comes to his face. "Please don't do anything they do."

I manage to come up off the bed. "So leaving me in the back of the Rv is going to fix that."

"Just listen to me once, you never do y/n"

I click my tounge

"I swear to god mom and dad said that a couple of times about you."

"I remember Tommy and I'd like to meet the others."

In all my life I have never seen Vince that mad until I said that.

"Your going to listen to me on this."

Without another word the doorway was empty and the door to the room was shut from the outside. I had been sitting here waiting to meet them all. This bus is empty the bandmates were gone when I arrived the only who was here was Vince.

I can't fucking believe it I took a leap year for that fake blonde prick just for him to lock me in the back of a rockstar RV.

"So his sisters just tagging along"

"Man I didn't know she was our age."

Men's voices grace my ears, whoever it was, was defiantly outside. Peeping my head up and pulling myself off the bed I strutted my ass to the windows.

I know damn well who's outside, the rest of Motley Crue. The velvet of the curtain felt so rich when I touched it. This defiantly wasn't some cheap camper. No matter how many hookers and how much crank have been in here.

To my surprise their taller in person. Especially Tommy someone needs to feed that man he looks the same weight as he did in high school. Then there was a Mick someone Vince describes as sweet and most likely to be the only one he would let me talk to.

But there stood in the middle of them Nikki fucking Sixx. He resembled this picture of Hades I saw while reading a book. The mother fuckers godly and the most piercing blue eyes god how do any of them get women with a man like that standing around.

He's got that type of height that makes a girl feel safe you know I like a man I can climb.

Tommy turns when Vince comes out the camper doors. "So where is she?"

"Its been forever since I've seen her, and she did use to do my homework for me Vince."

Vince retorts "Thats sad man she was a freshman, and you were a senior and in the same math class."

Mick tilts his chin up "when did you get a sister, we've never heard about her and now she is living with us."

Doc turns to them "Shut up all of you, a young girl is less of handful than any of you could hope to be and here wanting to see her brother means she may be with us for while."

I close the curtains. Do I just have to act like a ghost as long as their all around. At this point seeing Vince might not be worth it.

"So is she in here" Tommys voice cascades from down the hallway and I feel the camper start.

"Sit down, fucktards." Docs voice is very domineering and when he yells, they listen.

Then a voice rattles me one I hadn't heard from outside the window before it was deep and sultry. He didn't use a lot of words when he spoke, everything he said sounded like a summary. I knew it was Nikki.

"So is this sister goanna stop me from living my life are we going to have to change for the whole tour cause this little girl around or something."

"What you can't come fuck groupies now on the table" Vince had a mocking tone "you gotta get a hotel."

I know they think I can't hear them but the wood door is very thin. And honestly Vince has been gone for three years a lot changes in three years. I'm not very innocent like come on I went to a public high school in LA and I'm damn sure not a virgin.

But I'd prefer if my brother didn't know that.

When I got here the look on his face. Like I was a whole different person hell that man spent five minutes sizing me up trying to make sure I was the real y/n his sister.

That I'm the same y/n who told him over the phone that she got a full ride at NYU and the same y/n who used to do Tommys homework and watch MTV every night.

I would like to go out that door and see those men from not behind a glass and I would love to talk to Tommy again.

"You brought a child a Fucking rockstars tour bus and except us to live our lives so she isn't exposed to the way you live."

Nikkis voice spit with poison

Vinces spit back "All I said was you don't have to bring your whores in here weird ass."

They were yelling now and I was giggling. Not because it was funny but because I genuinely didn't know what to do.

"Is she fucking giggling behind that door"

I lift my hand to my mouth. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Theres rapid footsteps approaching the door.

"I will turn this goddamn bus around sit down get, Nikki get the fuck away from that door."

They were to close for comfort on the other side. From what I could hear Doc was right next to Nikki.

From the other side of the door, I hear Doc's remorse "I'm sorry young lady."

"Its ok" is all I could muster up.

Hours passed and the sun went behind the hills I was reading a book not like a could focus at all. This was the nicest camper I had ever seen. I completely opened the curtains and the lights of the other cars illuminated the roads.

It was so peaceful I heard my brother's laughter in the background he is so happy and Im proud of him I am.

Sitting on the bench next to the window. Footsteps were coming down the hall. They were Vinces I know they were so I picked up a book and started "reading".

The oak door opened and I could see his blonde hair in the light. "Hey uh were gonna stop at a gas station and I'm gonna meet Beth and drive her to the hotel."

"Your finace Beth am I going to meet her?"

"You will tomorrow but no promises tonight."

"look at me y/n"

I whip my head around

"Don't leave the room while I'm gone."

"yeah whatever sure vince."

And just like that my freedom was granted. All because Vince wanted to see his fiancé, a woman I have never met.

Peeking out of the curtain I see him exit the RV and I see Beth getting out of a ford truck. She is pretty. She has a small frame and bleaches blonde hair. That real American look which is defiantly Vinces's type.

Looking at me and Vince you can't tell were related anymore I kept our real hair color which is a light brown and went more towards the blonde side.

When they were out of dodge the door was open. I wanted to see some rockstars goddammit. All I was wearing was a short romper that was grey with a blue line that ran down both the sides. My hair was in a bun. Down the narrow hallway the room was vacant the boys had all gotten into different cars all except Nikki. Who was facing the Tv.

"I thought you would be taller and have more muscle."

The rv was moving now and there was a wall separating us and the driver.

"I knew I heard the door open I just thought it was Vince. But no its his little sister dressed like whore."

Now that comment hurt but not as much as that lamp I threw.

A glass lamp sat next to me it was beautiful probably one of those thousand dollar ones. Well now it was in a thousand pieces on the floor and I barley missed Nikkis head.

"Piss off" My voices bounces off the room walls.

"You crazy bitch."

"I know you're not talking, all the blow you fucking do and you wanna call me crazy."

I hadn't even noticed it but between the lamp throwing and insults me and Nikki had moved closer to each other.

All he was wearing was some jeans and sleeveless tee that said Black Sabbath. He just toured with Ozzy after all.

"All your wearing is a fucking romper."

"What are you a middle school boy who just saw his first pair of tits, its romper not lingerie."

"Your not exactly shapeless."

It was at this point I lost my morals

"Oh you like it, we call that sexual frustration and you can handle that with your hand."

Until this point the man didn't really have an expression on his face. Yeah sure he was vocal but he was still. That comment left a mark on him though. He was dumbfounded he looked complexed if anything. Then a shit eating grin had took his face and I knew I lost the argument.

"I bet you like it hurt."

"You like to cry during it don't you."

I didn't know what took over me but who does this man think he is. He can be free and loose with his words and Im gonna be free and loose with my hands.

"Actually you don't know the half of it, I like to fuck like hate people I don't mind hitting, spanking I love choking why do I need air."

When I moved closer to him he stiffened his body and cocked his head.

"And to think I called you a little girl"

Nikkis hands are cold, but they can hold me throat easily so easily. The wall of the rv was made out of wood so it didn't hurt that bad being pushed against it.

His breath was in my ear and suddenly every part of me was warm. He seems so tall like this and his eyes have never been so pretty.

I start to giggle, is this real. It feels like lucid acid dream or like I won the lottery that caters to really fucked up girls.

"Why are you laughing, you always laugh" His hands are on my throat still and he slammed he into the wall again with more force than the first time. I had enough courage to warp my legs around him and put my full weight on him.

For a moment that felt like a lifetime he just sat there looking at me. Trying to decide what to do. He could barley meet me eyes with his. But the hunger in them couldn't hide nor could I hide the moisture between my hips.

In my life I had never felt a man so prominent. Fuck this fucker might sell out shows every time if he only wore grey sweatpants. The girth could probably keep you from walking for weeks alone but the length is causing him to almost touch my stomach piercing.

Any dignity I had turned into liquid between my thighs despite his grip I threw my weight to wear I hanging on him with my arms and my legs and moving myself up and down.

His head was back and he was riding it out with me. Nikki was using every iota of his being to not let this cross the line.

"To bad you'll never have this baby"

My high died and he was off me so fast like a bat out of hell. The erection had a clear outline in his jeans and I could see precum stains where his tips is. I could also feel it on my inner thigh.

I was painting breathing for air I could feel my shoulders rising and falling.

"You fucking let down Nikki"

!!!Let me know if you guys want a full fic!!!!

#smut #i cant write smut #classic rock #motley crue #nikki sixx #vince neil

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