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satorusdiary · 2 years ago

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“no fuss or ima fuck you in this library.”

Plug!Eren x reader

Warnings: Thigh riding, orgasms, fucking in a library, sexual interactions, cursing, smut, idk anything else lmk

Summary: You went to go study in the universities library and you drag your boyfriend Eren along. It’s strange how he willingly wants to go, but you should’ve known better when you couldn’t focus whilst studying thanks to him.

Authors note: Erens down bad for his girlfriend <3

Eren has the best weed around the area. Everyone knew that. Mostly everyone on campus bought from him, or wanted to buy from him. Luckily, you didn’t have to buy from him. You were able to get all of that stuff for free.

Because you were his lovely girlfriend, his other half, his everything. As of right now, Eren was laying on your bed with his hands behind his head, laying against your comfy pillows. Watching you get ready out of no where.

“Where you goin, mama?” He questioned, placing his phone down on your neatly tidied blanket.

“Library, you wanna come with me, rennie?” You pulled up your skirt, giving Eren a good view of your ass that was practically glued to your skirt.

You knew Eren wasn’t the type to go to the library, or even step foot in a library. Did he even ever go in a library before? You didn’t know. That’s also a question you ask yourself for how Eren didn’t drop out.

“Why’tha fuck you goin to a library? Just study here. You can sit on my face while you doin that.” Eren smirked and sat up from your bed, putting a shirt over his bare, toned body.

“I don’t have the books i need, i cannot fail this exam ren.. My dad would kill me!” You whine, engulfing your tall boyfriend into a hug. The smell of weed coming into your senses making you look up at him with a bitchy expression.

His eyes were red, of course. When were his eyes never red, um never..? That’s funny thinking something like that, but him smoking without you wasn’t. That’s how you guys became close anyways, by being smoking buddies.

Then you fell in love with him, your plug who would only give you weed if you let him fuck. But when you both started getting more serious, relationship wise you been getting everything free.

You couldn’t be blamed though, who would charge their own girlfriend for weed? Not Eren of course, he spoils you like a princess. His princess. His lil spoiled princess.

He grabs your waist and pulls you into him more, ignoring the pissed off expression and just engulfs you in a kiss. You couldn’t resist, you kissed him back pouring all your love into it.

“Go with me rennie, pleasee. You smoked without me, come to the library with me to make it up for me.” You pouted. Eren snickered and kissed your temple, rubbing the side of your waist up and down.

“Aight, could’ve jus made it up to you by fuckin you, but whatever floats your boat..” He mumbles and pulls his jacket over his torso.

You rolled your eyes and walked out of your dorm, Eren following you from behind. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his warmth as you both walked out of the dormitory.

The library was crowded as you expected. Many others were studying for the upcoming exams, luckily for you, you knew a secluded area with two large book shelves covering it.

“it’s crowded here, let’s go back hm baby?” Eren pulled your hand that was engulfed with his, trying to take you out of the library.

Him being in a library was unusual for him. There were that strong book smell flooding the area, and a bunch of people rushing to grab a book they probably aren’t reading.

“No—no! I know an area, jus follow me babe.” You pulled him along towards the secluded area. There was no one in sight, which made you grin proudly.

“an empty area? fuckin nerd.. knowin all the secret areas in a library..” Eren mumbled and pulled a chair, sitting down and grabbing his phone from his pocket.

“Bitch? no, i just found this area the last time i studied here.” you defended yourself whilst picking out a book from the top shelf, going on your tippy toes. You got the book with no problem.

“No fuss, mama. Or ima fuck you in this library, on my soul.” He glared at you, watching as you walked towards him.

“Sorry rennie.” You took a seat on his lap, on one of his legs, knowing that you weren’t sorry at all.

He smirked, effortlessly sliding his hand under your shirt to run your back. It send chills down your spine, because of how col his hands actually were. You silently cursed to yourself, but ignored it as you were reading the book.

The both of you sat in silence, comfortable silence. With you studying, and Eren making deals with some clients on his phone, the area was only filled with your guys aura. It was a cute, comfortable, and not awkward.

When Eren accidentally bounced his leg upwards, your lower part of your body feels something electrical. It partly startled you, and it made you lose what you were reading on your book, making Eren apologize.

“Sorry mama, didn’t mean to move.” He uttered into your ear. The sounds of a few college students talking from across the large bookshelves covering you both coming into your senses. But it doesn’t distract you from the sudden heat your cunt is feeling.

You’re feeling needy, needy for Eren. You didn’t even know you started rolling your hips on Eren’s thigh. That was until you dropped your book from behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck harder.

“ohh, renniee.” You moaned lightly, you knew your underwear was beginning to get wet.

It caught Eren by surprise when you moaned out loud, then he noticed how you started rubbing your pussy against his thigh.

“This what you doin? Dirty girl, doing this in public?” Eren chuckled and placed his arms on your waist, guiding you to ride his thigh.

“need you s’bad rennie.” You mumbled.

Eren laughs, deep and low. you feel the rumbles of his chest through your chest since you were pressed against him. you've never felt so attracted to someone as much as you did right now.

Your motivation to study, and ace your exams switched to lust for your boyfriend. And man, he wasn’t backing down. He wanted to give you what you wanted, like the hood boyfriend he is. He pinches sharply at your waist, before dipping into your neck, pressing wet kisses up the length of it, lightly sucking to leave hickeys.

You placed your hands under his jaw when he pulled his head away from your neck. After leaving multiple hickeys. You pulled him into a kiss. Your lips sucking at his bottom lip making him softly grin at your actions. His hands were on your waist, moving and guiding your hips above his crotch. You felt his clothed budge under your crotch as well.

His hands that were roaming your bare legs lifted up the skirt you wear wearing, his cheeks were slightly red, from the slight movement you've been making that's gotten him hard under your touch.

“Y’just know how to get me hard, huh sweet girl?” You grinned and nodded, rubbing his arm up and down seductively.

Luckily the area was secluded, not many others knew about the area you both were in. So once Eren picked you up, and placed you on one of the counters you knew everything was going to go down. If someone were to walk in on you both, you were fucked.

"Let me see that dripping cunt." You whimpered and swallowed your breath before slowly parting your legs giving a slight glimpse of your clothed folds, that were soaked and glistening with your wetness. Eren thinks he's died and gone to heaven with this sight that was blessed for his eyes, and his eyes only. What made it even better was when he took off your underwear, stuffing it in his pocket.

Now he was able to see what he’s been wanting to see. His beautiful girl, and the meal she has waiting for him. Always.

“..‘m so lucky to be your boyfriend, sweets. Everyone in the worlds jealous of this sweet pussy. All for me.” He mumbled, massaging your thighs as you looked down at him in awe.

“Love you rennie,” You pulled him into a kiss, making your tongues roll against each other. After a few moments he pulled away, the both of your lightly breathing in extra air that was needed.

“Love you more, now you gon let me eat my pussy, princess?” He eyed your bare pussy, it was practically sobbing for him to touch it.

“Yes, baby please.” you begged.

“What do ya want me to do, hm?” He questioned, now teasing your opening with his finger.

“Please, eat me out rennie. Need it s’badd.” You whined, squeezing his upper bicep. Eren nodded your way and kissed your cheek, then he went in between your thighs. Placing a soft kiss before sucking on your clit. The most sensitive spot of course.

"Look at you," Eren smirked, pulling away from your heat and ghosting his fingertips over your pussy's lips with the other. "You're soaked, mama," He muttered.

Two fingers were inserted into Eren's mouth, covering them in saliva, and then pulled back down to slide between your folds. He abruptly put two digits inside, crooked them up, and sent a shockwave through your entire body.

He tittered, pulling out his fingers only to re-insert them into his mouth while swirling his tongue to taste your flavor. He continued to look at you while muttering softly between his fingers. His sneer was lewd as he slid them out.

"Eren—" You were cut off when Eren began swirling his tongue against your clit, holding your body firmly in place as you moved on the counter from the pleasure that has been given to you.

“Hm? what’s that, can’t hear you sweetheart.” Eren mumbled from between your thighs. You knew he wanted others to hear, it was another way of showing you off. If you could say it like that.

“S-Someone’s gonna hear, rennie, can’t..” You cried, making sure you weren’t too loud when you had a hand over your mouth.

“don’t give a fuck, if anyone hears. Y’want me to leave you on this counter unsatisfied?” Eren questioned.

You shook your head, tears brimming into your eyes and you continued to blabber out. The two feelings of insane pleasure, and anxiety of getting caught bubbles inside your chest.

“Fuck— no, Eren ‘m sorry..” You apologized, ruffling your hands into Erens hair. Gripping it for dear life as his tongue reached a sensitive spot in your gummy velvety walls.

You let out a loud wail, you were sure a few people could’ve heard. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth as soon as possible, a few tears slipping out of your doe eyes.

“ohh, this the spot mama?” He continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, and suck you dry with his tongue. You nodded your head vigorously, desperate.

“yes! oh—fuck Rennie please!” You cried out, absolutely not caring anymore about others overhearing you both.

Erens jaw locks, and tightens. His tongue continues to lap over your folds as his fingers continue to abuse that one squishy area inside of you that was leaving you to sob. The lewd noises, from when Eren ate you out was a noise you’d never forget. Eren was the best at eating you out, you knew that. And now probably everyone in the library knew aswell.

When you let go of the bubble that was begging to be let out, and you orgasm, a moaned cry is released from your lips ,and you're trying so hard not to scream out any more as you're releasing your juices on Eren tongue. Your eyes widened as Eren continued to slurp your juices.

He kissed up at your body, stopping at your lips as he swirled his tongue around yours in a lewd manner. Occasionally you would moan into his mouth, as you were lolling your tongue into his.

It was almost like you were sucked off until you were dumb, because as of right now you almost forgot about how Eren ate you out as if his life depended on it.

He pulls his pants down, along with his boxers. His cock springs out, obviously rock hard. To your surprise it was harder than usual. He strokes his cock into his hands, eyeing you the whole time as your cunt gets wetter and wetter just from looking at his cock.

“I’m gonna have fun breaking this pussy, baby. Y’ready?” He aligned himself towards your body, rubbing his tip against your sopping wet entrance. The lewd noises of your cunt squelching can be heard from all around the room.

You nodded your head and grinned, kissing his cheek and brought him in closer. Signaling him to push his cock inside you.

Once he's fully inside he places his hand above your stomach to feel himself inside you. He feels his cock from inside of, a burning feeling of pride hitting his chest as he gropes one of your breasts from under your shirt.

You were suffocating his cock inside of you from your squeezing, it made him close his eyes for a slight second to adjust to your feeling.

“Ready, sweet girl?”

You nodded your head, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. That’s when he began rolling his hips against yours, you felt so full. This feeling, was amazing.

The way his cock moved inside of you, made loud wet sounds from all around the area. As his cock sinks into your swollen core, you begin sobbing. But the pleasure wasn’t unbearable, it was just overwhelming. Every time you fucked it felt like your first time.

“Let me hear you, my precious girl.” His voice fumbled from his chest, the more he pounded into you the more you itched closer to your orgasm.

“Eren.. you’re so deepp. W-Want it inside, please?!” You begged, and whined, through the tears that continued to flow down your face. Erens hands came up to your cheeks and wiped them off, then he want back to holding your hips still just so he could rut inside you again.

“y’want my cum? y’want me to fill that sweet pussy of yours mama?” He hums, his dick abusing that one spot in your pussy that continued to make you cry out.

“yes— yes! want you inside me forever. fuck.. your dicks so good!” you cried, kissing the palm that was cradling your cheek.

As his cock twitched inside of you, you knew he was close to cumming inside of you. He continued to bully your insides, which meant his tip hitting your cervix continuously.

As you orgasmed, a white ring appeared around Erens cock. But that didn’t stop him from thrusting into your creamy pussy in a inhuman pace. Once his thrusts got sloppy, spurts of cum filled your insides.

You placed both of your hands on Eren’s face, bringing him into a kiss as he continued to fill you up. You moaned in his mouth, your tongues tied together as you both sloppy kissed.

Eren continued to thrust inside of you, making sure all of his cum stays inside of you. When he pulls out, he makes sure to collect all the cum that was threatening to drop out back inside you.

“Don’t forgot to take a pill, when we go back to your dorm. Unless you want my baby.” Eren smirked and kissed your forehead.

“You’re too good for me mama.” He continued, wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you closer to him. His cock softening inside of you.

“I love you eren, love you s’much. Want your babies one day.” You slurred against his chest.

Eren chuckled. “You’ll get my babies one day, after we graduate. How does that sound?”

“exciting, can’t wait!” You exclaimed and hugged him tighter. Bringing your head up to look at his green orbs that were already looking at you.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your forehead.

Before you both could say anything else, Erens phone buzzed on the counter. You looked at it confused and grabbed the phone, giving it to your boyfriend who looked stunned reading the message. Then he brought it to you just so you could read it.

Jean

bruh, if you n y/n in the library i can hear you guys fucking. STFU WE TRYNA STUDY

Read 4:37 pm

Eren

nahh cuz ion rmbr asking😂😂

Read 4:38 pm

Authors note: Happy 1 week of me postin on this app LMFAOO don’t mind any errors pls, i’ll fix it up when i get home from starbucks😓

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lizzy019 · 3 months ago

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Last request I promise😭 could you do a blurb of dally x fem!reader where dally is showing her how to touch herself thank you💗💗💗

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⚠️ reader hasn't shaved!

"Tha's it, sweetheart, rub that clit." Dally encouraged, watching you fumble around with where to touch. Clearly you'd hit the wrong spot.

"No, no, sweet cheeks, that's your piss hole. There's a little hood hidin' a tiny bud, that's your clit. Here." Dally groaned. He thought it would be easy teaching you this kinda thing.

So gently, he located your clit and administered the softest circles to the bud, which had loud cries of ecstasy running through your throat as your body tried to curl away. You weren't used to the feeling, he couldn't blame you for not liking it immediately.

"Not that great, huh? Alright, let's try somethin' different. Take two of your fingers, sweetheart. Could be middle and ring, index and middle, any two fingers." He instructed calmly, smiling cheekily down at you.

You did as you were told, taking your middle and ring fingers and placing them over the slit producing warmth between your legs. The sight was enough to make the poor man drool, but he shivered out of the thought to continue his guidance.

"Yeah, like that. Now feel around, sweetheart. There'll be a big whole you can feel, soft and plush, hm? You'll be able to stick your fingers in it. Jus' trust me, yeah?" Dally smirked, watching you fiddle around to find it.

Your soft finger pads were dabbing around to find the plushness he described through the soft bush of hair covering your core. After some prodding, you presumed you had found what he was talking about. The flesh felt smooth and delicate, and there seemed to be an entrance, so you pushed your fingers through and everything seemed to stop.

The feeling of being spread open on just your own two digits was mesmerizing. You just thought sex would be painful! But it felt... tingly?

So you moved your fingers in a repetitive motion. In, out, in, out. Dally was watching with rapt attention, fighting his own urge to pull out his cock and jack off to seeing you masturbate. No, he couldn't. This was for you, he was trying to help you.

"Howzit feel, sweetheart? Feel good?" Dally asked, smiling at your hazy expression.

You lazily nodded, your fingers prodding around inside of your untouched cunt while you sighed in pleasure. It was soft, warm, and tingly. Your vision was giving out, but you did your best to focus on Dally.

"Feels... strange," You whimpered, making Dally's smile grow cocky. "I dunno how to do this, Dal..."

It was a soft plea for his assistance without directly telling him to help you. But clearly the message went across smoothly, as his hand was replacing yours in a simple matter of seconds until his fingers were pushing into your soft, cushiony walls to please you.

His fingers felt different from your own. A lot warmer, more dry and a bit too scratchy. But did you care? No, it was Dally, and Dally's fingers felt even better than your own.

Poor Dallas was in utter shock. You were so tight! Plus the little fluff of curly hair you had covering your sweet little cunt was just mesmerizing him like a fool. So every time you gave a gasp or a sigh, even a whimper, Dally pushed himself further to please you.

But Dally could tell that in a way, you didn't quite like just your fingers. Maybe some more experimenting?

"Sweetheart, you remember your lil' clit? How 'bout you jus' keep rubbin' that lil' sweetie until you cum, huh?" Dally inquired, his fingers removing themselves from you as you clumsily nodded.

You were still a bit dazed, but you located your clit under the hood of your labia, and you rubbed soft circles on it. The little twitching of your legs showed him that this was the stuff you needed.

"Yeah baby, fuckin' hell, you're so wet. All pliant and pretty for me, yeah?" He chuckled lowly, pushing your legs apart to soak in the sight.

You felt an odd knock forming in your lower stomach, and it was getting a bit overwhelming. But for Dally? Whatever discomfort you felt was pushed to the side so he could watch.

The swift circles that engendered this feeling bubbling within your lower abdomen had begun to make your vision flash. White blotches of colour were splattered across your peripheral, even if you tried to focus on Dally. Your eyes were going crossed and you couldn't even tell.

"Dal- Dally, I-" You were so pathetic in this situation.

But Dally was just loving it, and he took every chance he got to play the condescending role.

"Aww, what is it, pretty baby?" He hummed dulcetly, smiling down at you with greed.

"I- I'm gonna pee! I needa stop!" You squealed.

That had snapped Dally out of everything he was thinking of, his expression contorting instantly as he thought over your words. Ohh! You were gonna cum soon, he understood now.

"That's alright, sweetheart, you gotta let it out, yeah? Come on, do it for me." He was soft in his tone, but his words were firm and obviously commanded you.

And so, after a few more little swirls of your hard little clit, you released whatever tension was building inside you until you came nice and hard like a good beginner. Dally was smiling proudly, like he had watched his child finally learn how to ride a bike without training wheels.

You were gasping for air when you were coming down from your high, eyes shut as you trembled and trembled until everything soothed. Dally's warm hands guided your body upright into his arms, and soon you were being cradled and led to the shower.

Yeah, a shower would definitely do you some good.

#elizabethposts #dally winston x reader #dallas winston smut

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multiwreckedmess · 6 months ago

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I've been thinking thoughts about sleepy late night times with boyfriend Bang Chan.

18+ thoughts under the cut. with warnings.

WARNINGS: Fem!pronouns, somno, p in v sex, previously established boundaries, pet names "sweetie" "baby" "babe" "good girl".

Your cortisol must be high right now, it's the only reason you sleep on your stomach anymore. Chan's eyes rake over the prominent swell of your ass as he thinks carefully on his next move.

A good boyfriend would want to relieve his partner's stress, right? Especially if said "good boyfriend" had been strikingly absent as of late.

Not one to choose particularly constrictive clothes, Chan's outside attire is removed quickly and nearly silently. Stripped down to his pair of black boxer-briefs in a flash with nary a stir from you he peels the covers back to slide in and knock off to dreamland. The surprise hits his cock first.

Barely-there lace panties. An almost pavlovian signal at this point that sends a flutter straight to his gut. You want to be fucked tonight. Badly. Enough to wear this to bed, knowing exactly what it would mean to him.

"Goddamn, baby," he whispers through his gritted teeth, "so fucking desperate for me." A shiver passes through him, member almost fully erect. Carefully he tests the waters by running his hand along the edge of the fabric, following its trail to your slit where the gusset sits, damningly damp. You must've already fucked yourself open for him. Chan tries to control the slight tremor of excitement in his hand as he traces the crease, denting in the soaked lace and waiting for your response.

Mouth slack in sleep, an airy whine escapes you as your hips push down. It almost sounds like his name. "You like it when I touch you there sweetie?" Chan coos, rubbing more insistently this time and watching your cute little reaction once more. One hand down his boxers, one on your covered slit, he does the work for two until your slick clings to his fingers. It doesn't take much to slide the fabric to the side and slip two fingers deep into your greedy cunt.

Chan barely takes the time to slide his own boxers down, smearing the remainder of your essence along the shaft as he presses the head to your entrance. Eyes locking on the half of your face not pressed to your pillow, he pushes forward steadily. Your brows arch, eyelids fluttering as your mouth open's to a wide "O". Hand reaching back he threads his finger through yours, easily maneuvering it back up by your head and pressing it to the mattress as he continues to bury himself in your walls. "Iz jus' me babe," he purrs against the side of your throat, body eclipsing yours. "Go back to sleep." "Nee-" you whine and push down, taking more of him inside. "Shhh, I know you need it."

The world feels floaty as your vision goes from amorphous blobs of light to darkness. Full and warm and safe, drifting between awake and a strange desperate dream. Your core burns in your dream, aching for more. Chan hears the soft whimpers in your throat, dying before they even breach your lips. Dropping your hand, he winds his arm under your thigh, positioning his fingers just over your clit. Circling your swollen button as he slowly fucks into you, your almost more responsive unhindered by full consciousness. Unfiltered whines, twitching fingers, your walls clenching around him. It's almost enough to drive him to madness. "Looked so beautiful, couldn't help myself-" he groans his half hearted apology, burried to the hilt in your warm walls. For a second he considers grabbing your hips and ravaging your helpless form, it would be easy, he didn't have to treat you so carefully like he was.

No, he needed you to cum for him more. He needed you to cum on his cock all sleepy and needy, reduced to your basest most submissive form. You whine again, forehead crinkling and lower lip stuck out in a pout. "C'mon baby, just a lil' more. Such a good girl for me." His pace picks up, grinding your hips down more, leveraging against his skilled fingers. Eyes fluttering wildly, you jerk awake as you flood him with release. Gripping the sheets as your walls grip him. Warm pulsing fills your core, his teeth graze your neck as his lips smack against skin overly enthusiastically. The flutter of his heart feels nice against your back. He tries to pull your sticky bodies apart but you back into him, demanding his presence. "Okay baby, I'll stay."

#stray kids smut #skz smut #chan smut #bangchan smut #bang chan smut

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msdk-00 · 10 days ago

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tagged by @cookiesonfire

tagging @birth-movies-death cuz u have many beautiful and strange things in your room

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3unnyceleste · 18 days ago

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Lessons in Parenting:

Story one: The arrival

This is a au story, where Bunny (a baby) appears in welcome home, and Eddie and the neighborhood learn how to take care of her. Eddie and Bunny are the main characters. Mama is poppy, dada is eddie. In this au as well, Eddie is a farmer since I feel like that'd suit him. The neighborhood is slightly bigger, and there is a road that leads to the big city, and Eddie has a truck!

Start:

Everything was all swell and dandy in the lovely neighborhood of welcome home. Julie and Frank were bug watching, Barnaby and Wally were having a soda at Howdy's bodega, and Poppy and Sally were baking. Eddie was just finishing plowing the dirt for some crops, and checked on the cows before hopping back in the truck to head home. As he cranked up the country music, he cruised along the road, watching the green trees turn into the colorful trees of their neighborhood. However just as he was entering the neighborhood, he saw a box on his doorstep.

"Well, that's odd... I don't reckon I've ordered anything from Howdy! Lets see here... UPH!" He grunted as he lifted the package up. That's strange... it was heavy?

"Good lord! I'm fixing to think that this may be a bowlin' ball or somethin'!" He carried the box in and set it on the counter. He opened it and let out a startled yelp:

"What in tarnation?!"

Inside, nestled comfortably, was a chubby little baby, who looked no older than a few months. She had pale lavender hair, and a lacey pale pink nightie, as well as a frilly bonnet with sewed on bunny ears. His yell awoke her and she stared up at him, her limbs jerking in response. She had pale pink eyes.

"Oh... Oh my... I need to sit down..." He slumped onto the couch before she began to cry, clearly startled.

"Wahhh!" Her little pink gums showed as she cried, and it began hitting Eddie hard:

I'm a dad.

He was so confused. How? Who? Why? and most importantly, WHAT?? He found a note inside the package and looked:

Enjoy your new little neighbor!

~unknown

"Well that's real cute, but I still ain't got a clue...." He looked at the crying baby and scooped her up. He shushed her gently and bounced her.

"Shhh.... it's alright... I got you... I might as well give ya a name huh?" He thought hard of a decent name for the baby. He thought hard, until it hit him.

"Well, I reckon I oughta name ya Bunny! On account of them ears an' all..." Eddie cooed softly, chuckling. He was going to needs lots of help... and a few things from howdy's too. Eddie made a mental note in his brain of the things she could need.

Diapers, pacifiers, baby pants, bottles, ouftits....

His head spun. He was going to need a LOT of good jokes...

And who better than to ask good old Barnaby? So he picked Bunny up, and he headed straight to Barnaby's house.

Eddie knocked on the door and barnaby opened up.

"Well! How's it goin' pal! But uh, who's dis?" He pointed to Bunny, who nestled comfortably in Eddies arms. Eddie scratched the back of his head.

"Well... I don't really know, She jus... up an' showed up on my doorstep like a mice lookin for cheese or somethin'! Listen, I could use a favor Barnaby, you're Howdy's favorite customer right? Could ya help me get a couple things for this lil' munchkin?" Eddie asked, clearly embarassed about the situation. Barnaby chuckled.

"Course I can! You jus' leave it to me!"

And after a stop at the bodega...

Bunny was nursing happily on a bottle of formula. Eddie looked shocked.

He had a lot to learn...

END OF PART ONE

#welcome home arg #welcome home fic #welcome home oc #Lessons in parenting #eddie dear cg #baby oc

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golden--doodler · 1 year ago

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So I messaged @drawthethingdoppelganger today and it ended up being so long and fun to write that I want to share it (I modified it a bit, but it's mostly the same as when I sent it):

Also shame on everyone who keeps vitriolically hating on Jimmy Jr.! He's a middle schooler, come on. Sure, "V For Valentine-Detta" was not a great episode for him, but that doesn't make him an awful, toxic person who's manipulating Tina.

It's super frustrating how people keep saying things like this to justify why Tina should 100% be with Zeke or Josh instead. Sure, I ship Tina and Josh the most, but that doesn't mean Tina and Jimmy Jr.'s relationship is toxic, especially considering how young they are. Also, let's not forget that Tina's not totally innocent either, she's done her fair share of (lovingly) being mean to J Ju. Like when she got high on caffeine in "The Unnatural" and made fun of his lisp. That exchange sends me every time.

Anyway, he's just a dumb teenager who has commitment issues! I genuinely believe he will mature as he and Tina grow older, no matter what their relationship status eventually turns out to be. It just makes me upset when people are so mean to him, it reminds me of the few people who are super mean to Gene.

Gene is also a dumb middle schooler (said with love) and sure, he's not perfect, but isn't that what makes him a lovely, compelling character? He has flaws. The only episodes I don't really enjoy him in are "Beefsquatch" and "Mommy Boy". That is it. And even in those episodes, he learns his lesson and comes around in the end, so they're not completely devoid of value either. He is actually so sweet that he doesn't even want to prank anyone on April Fool's Day! And let's not forget how in "It Snakes A Village", he quickly pushed through his fear of snakes to save Tina and Louise's lives! He's clearly still scared of them after that episode because of that one episode where he gets terrified of Steve in Nat's limo, so he did all of this for his sisters. I mean 🥺

Still crying that someone on Reddit said he should be killed off because he's annoying and doesn't add anything, like no! 😭 Does that person understand how strange and empty the show would feel without my precious baby boy? He may be the Middle Child, but he's so crucial to the show and its humor! He basically invented it from episode one, I'm telling ya. Like his cute lil' burger suit and his weird sound effects machine thingy? Yes. There would be something missing and everyone would feel it.

I adore the rest of the Belchers too, I really do, but no one has ever said that any of the others should be killed off? Because that's such a ridiculous notion?? I can't think of any characters in the show I would even think this about because I love all of them so much, every one of those side characters has a special place in my heart too.

One example I can think of where the show would feel so empty without Gene was that one scene (I can't remember which episode) where Tina tried to be like Gene and tell a joke, and then Gene said the same joke a second later, and Bob actually said, "It was funnier when Gene said it." It's unexplainable, but it's true. Somehow it was funnier when Gene said the joke! I love you so much, Tina girl, but Bob is right. He just fills a certain niche for the show, like Jimmy Jr. does. I feel as if we're in the same boat @drawthething so much because I think Jimmy Jr. might be the one character some people are as mean to as Gene? Like, come on! They're our precious dumb middle school boys (who are definitely LGBTQ+) and their flaws make them such fun characters to follow. They're not perfect, but that's what kind of makes them perfect.

#jimmy pesto jr #gene belcher #we both want to defend our favorite boys until the end of time #i could write actual essays and books on why i love gene and how he's important for the show and a good character #and also why jimmy jr. is way too hated on but i think i'll leave that to dt and jimmy jr. musoems #people are so mean to these two it's just not fair #and the fandom is so wholesome most of the time that it just makes me upset every time someone's mean to gene or j ju #let's all just be nice and appreciate these two dumb middle school boys

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xxx-angie · 3 months ago

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Hi, hun! (Can I call you that?)

I'm rather new to your blog, and I'm so sorry if this is offensive, but why do you speak so... strangely? If you answered this already, I'm so sorry for asking again.

if u meen da reesin mis-spelins, im a age regressur. basikly m brane go yungur dan m fisikal age n pawt of dis fur me is dat wen m smal (m like... 4.5?? rn) i hav hawdur time spellin tings coweklee.

i we-ly on sowdin dem owt mosty n bcuz m finkin n baby vose rn wowds r put thru a filtur sowta. i can still spell right if i want to, but its eeseeur 2 do dis + i finks da big spellin gaves m smal hedake + keeps m in m lil space, wich i like!!

most da time i on dis bog u won' see dis jus wen m browsin dis bog wile in dis mindset n wan say sumtin n don feel wike doins big tawk

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translation cuz dis a lot o baby talk n visually seems like it be hard 2 read in general

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if u mean the recent misspellins, im a age regressor. basicly my brain goes younger dan m physical age n part of this fur me is that when im small i have a harder time spellin things correctly

i rely on soundin them out mostly n bcuz im thinkin in baby voice rn words are put thru a filter sorta. i can still spell right if i want to, but its easier 2 do this + i thinks the big spellin gives me a small headache + keeps me in my lil space, which i like!!

most of the time i on this blog u won see this just when im browsin this blog while in this mindset n want 2 say somethin n don feel like doins big talk

#×angies thoughts×#anonymous

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radicalrainbow · 1 year ago

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So i jus wanted to jus mabye tell you about this Rani uh bout leshy/forbidden worm on a string god of chaos

I love how everyone i've seen who were hating on the bishops for the mass extinction of the lamb species ALWAYS almost ALWAYS exclude Leshy from their claims of wanting the bishops to rot.

Because ofc we all know "Leshy did nothing wrong" and "hes a skrunkly lil autism creature worm on a string goober" TOTALLY NOT apart of the murders of the lambs and just as corrupt and insane as the others.../silly lil positive sarcasm intensifies

worm on a string charm i guess idk \(._.)/

Man i love this fandom

THIS FANDOM IS WONDERFUL

But also yeah, strange to see how people make Leshy the sweet little baby man but HE'S LITERALLY THE GOD OF CHAOS????

He's fucking chaotic fr, Leshy was apart of the mass execution of the sheep so I don't understand why he's removed from it? honestly idk, he's a favorite of most if anything.

He is off his string and will cause destruction

#cult of the lamb #asks #radicalrambles

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isolctions · 1 year ago

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Showers have always been one of her only safe spaces. When she steps into it tonight, for the first time Izi doesn't carry the overwhelming weight of grief, guilt, disgust or shame with her; no compulsion to scrub her skin raw in scalding hot water to rid her body of the ghosts of unkind hands & unwanted touches. For once, Izidora felt lighter than ever, warmth filling her chest & stomach as she's suddenly hit by a strange feeling of giddiness over the anticipation of what was to come. Pressing a shaky hand to her mouth while her body briefly remained hidden from Keith by the shower door, Izidora's mind runs through the memories of the short time they've spent together, finally allowing herself to come to terms with the knowledge that she's loved him through each & every moment, even the tense & angry ones, including the conversation held just moments ago. She felt like she could be herself with him, entirely safe with a person that really cared about her — and now, she's about to become his wife. Completely overcome by the sudden onset of a multitude of emotions, Izi grins through the running water & tears hitting her face, moving her hands to cheeks in sheer disbelief before remembering he was still waiting on her. Halfway through washing herself, she notices Keith slip into the shower beside her and subtly keeps her hand shielded against her bare cheek, consciously standing at an angle as she silently took it upon herself to assist with cleaning off together. It was another first, but an oddly intimate one given their closeness in proximity. "Shit, baby, your back — ," Izi whispers suddenly, scrunching her face up in slight embarrassment once she fully sees the damage her nails dealt to his skin. "Hol' on, it's gon' stop stingin' in a sec," Reaching past him for the bottle she just placed aside, Izidora pours a small amount of the healing mixture she normally used for herself before gently massaging it into his back, sneaking a tiny kiss at the middle of his spine. Once they were both clean, fully dressed & satisfied, Izidora took no time at all in getting straight to the point with him. It was nerve wracking, and she still wasn't entirely sure of why Keith — or anyone, really — would ever want to marry somebody like her. "Yea'...she got like, some fuckin' license from the state or whatever. Unless you wanna wait instead? We jus' met, so..." In a way, she was giving him an out as she anxiously rambled on — until he agreed. She blinks, stunned for a second, before visibly lighting up as she leans into his hold & caressed his face gently with soft, yet passionate kiss in return. However, it falters for just a moment once they pull away, Izidora flinching minutely at Keith's sudden question about her face. "We shoul' go, 'fore she start blowin' my phone up waitin'." She avoids the question entirely, not quite ready to reveal to him the disfiguration covering the entirety of her right cheek. At least not now, literal minutes before their wedding. Only a half hour later, the shit was real. Izidora was standing in the middle of her close friend Lakeyah's living room: a bouquet of fake roses in one hand & Keith's in the other, and a (ridiculous) veiled tiara placed on top of her head. Once the overly-excitable woman managed to stop fussing at her long enough to take her seriously, they were now here — making up vows completely on a whim. She nearly goes weak in the knees at being coaxed gently into vulnerability. She's quiet, flustered by the intensity of Keith's stare as she anxiously tries to find the right words. "I got this...really fuckin' annoyin' ass crush on you. An' I'on know how none of this shit works, 'cause I never been wit' anybody in my whole life before. You real life the first boyfriend I ever had an' we only really been together for like, five hours — shut the fuck up, 'Keyah — but...I meant it when I said I'm in love wit' you. Only a lil' bit, 'cause you be pissin' me the fuck off. I still wanna be wit' you though, so...lemme be ya' wife, or whatever."

"Okay!" Keith exclaimed, loosening his hold on her body, "You so fuckin' ghetto...why would you say it like that?" The grimace that contorted his face was quickly replaced by a lustful sort of joy at watching Izidora walk away from him. Keith couldn't resist the urge that stirred within, striking his palm against her supple flesh. Knowing firsthand the strength behind her reflexes, he hung back for a moment. He didn't mind (maniacally enjoyed) the physicality of their relationship, but it always helped to be prepared for Izi's wrath.

Soon after, Keith returned to a more playful version of himself, immediately cracking jokes when he followed her into the bathroom. "Shut up. You wanna marry me." He had a feeling that would be his response to insult she lobbed his way. At this point, Keith was untouchable, having won Izidora's affections against all odds. He allowed her a few minutes in the shower by herself as he put his own hair up. Sliding in as she was rinsing, Keith couldn't help but notice the hand that never left her face. Much more focused on getting himself clean, he didn't harp on it too much. Every woman had their own way of bathing...but outside of the shower? That was a separate dilemma entirely. Even back in the bedroom, she kept it covered, but the speed at which she navigated between rooms distracted him momentarily. And finally, he received some clarity about this phone call. "Do what? Marry us?" Keith didn't know whether to be excited or scared. She was just as impulsive as he was, but she had drive. Slipping the clean designer tee over his head, he met her with a smile. "Shit, let's go then," he shrugged like they just agreed to a late night fast food run. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. It was strange how he wasn't nervous at all, how ready he was to spend the rest of his life with someone's he's only known for a short amount of time.

Overthinking wasn't something that Keith was capable of doing; he rarely tried to explain things way or make a rational argument. He did as he pleased and said what he wanted, no matter how silly it was or insensitive it could come off. Pulling back a bit, he pressed his lips into hers sweetly, minding the stitches. He tried to move some of her hair out of her face. And immediately, the motion reminded him of her repeated efforts to conceal the right side of it. "Why you keep covering yo' face like I ain't seen you already?" Maybe it was the makeup she'd already applied, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him. She was still so beautiful, but he was curious. What the fuck was that about?

#izidora ━ interacts #somethingscft #i just crode real bad <3

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angelseoksoon · 6 years ago

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open letter to seokmin:

make an instagram u COWARD i'm TIRED of living without seokmin content for long periods of time and i miss ur dumb face SO MUCH

#i love him so much its sad :((#jus wanna see him b happy bc it makes me happy my lil sunshine baby #seokmin #dokyeom #seventeen #svt #personal #i miss him so much even tho. i literally. dont know him dkwkwkdjdjdjdn #its a strange feeling #n it hurts lowkey #hope hes havin a good week so far #also this only makes sense i mean. i feel like he posts the most on their group acct

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kittydripuwu · 3 years ago

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♡. - bf!gojo headcannons

+ pairing - gojo satoru x reader

+ word count - 2000+

+ cw - gojo satoru. warning. fluff and smutty stuff <3

+ a/n: HI this took me too long to write but here <3

SFW

- he is so fucking ANNOYING like actually this dude is a fucking menace to society

- shows you he likes you by teasing you <3 he absolutely loves to annoy the fuck out of you and make you all flustered and blushie for him

- super straight up with asking you out, cuz he knows he's hot and like let's be honest who wouldn't wanna be with him tf

- super duper playful person so prepare for one HELL of a relationship. he's like a little angel and devil and the same fucking time.

- loves spas? he will go to spas with you and get massages w u.

- rich ass danger to society. will take you out on the most creative and fancy dates like he'll take you absolutely anywhere you want to go

- even though he's cocky as fuck and kinda selfish (sorry it's true) he will treat you like an absolute princess

- spoils the FUCK out of you. you want something? you don't even have to ask you've got it.

- takes you on expensive vacations and trips because once again hes RICH and likes the beach.

- takes so many random pictures of you? like you can be sitting on the couch doing nothing or taking a nap and he'll just take pictures of you. OH AND he has the absolute worst pics of you too oml he WILL tease u about how u look in them constantly

- really really really nosy. u can't hide anything from him cuz he'll end up finding out somehow if you do

- that also goes for you if you're sad, he will instantly know if something is off with you and honey he doesn't take no for an answer so you will be forced to tell him what's wrong and you wont be able to leave his arms from the rest of the day after that

- love language pt1 -gifts. like i said, he spoils you, so anytime you guys get into a fight or anything, he'll buy you something to make up for it

- love language pt2 - physical touch. clingy ass man who just wants to cuddle and hug you and hold ur hand and kiss u and ugh so cute

- MAN CHILD. dude he may be the strongest sorcerer but he's so fucking stupid sometimes. so please help this man out when he needs it

- really likes being taken care of. sometimes six eyes can be a lot for him to handle and his ability can really wear him down so please hold him and play w his hair and give him kisses cuz he needs it sometimes <3

- really bad at communicating his feelings at the start. he hates being vulnerable and seeming weak so there will be some issues with communication until you basically force it out of him. like pls show him it's okay for him to vulnerable sometimes

- stupidest and most obnoxious pet names for you along w the classic ones obvi. he'll call you shit like "sugar muffin cupcake" or just "baby" OOh also loves using "kitten, puppy, bunny" cuz pet kink (we'll get into that in the nsfw section)

- has no idea what personal space is. will sit in the bathroom while you shower, always be in the same room as you, CONSTANTLY touching you.

- cannot go w out holding your hand in public cuz like everyone needs to know you're his.

- and w that he's very very very possessive. like you're his property, he's yours. he won't let ANYONE else touch you ever.

- a BITER. he fucking bites??? like this lil shit is so hostile he will actually bite you out of nowhere cuz he feels like it

- takes up the whole bed when sleeping and will deny it when you confront him about it.

- also a super deep sleeper like this man is IMPOSSIBLE TO WAKE UP ugh

- just jump on him to wake him up <3

- but also loves to fall asleep with you in his arms <3 he jus wants to protec you n make u feel safe (but he won't tell you that)

- FINDS ways to annoy you, it's a whole game to him, just purposely trying random pranks and doing strange things to see what ticks you off

- will then proceed to tease you about it

- always wins pillow fights. don't even try babe. you won't win.

- really bad at cooking. like terrible. like don't let him near a kitchen. he'll always just get you guys takeout instead

- SHOWS YOU OFF. he's such a bragger but also the second he sees someone lookin at you a lil too closely, they are done for.

- ok this one may be debatable but i feel like gojo would actually be a good driver when he's not fucking around on the road for his own fun. like c'mon please control this man and stop him from going like 100 over the fucking speed limit cause he thinks he's such a "risk taker"

- hand on ur thigh while driving. maybe he's also teasing you. and also constantly pulls over to make out or fuck if this is one of those night drives.

- also drives a really expensive car cuz once again, RICH ASS DANGER TO SOCIETY.

- absolutely loses it when you wear his clothes he thinks its so fucking cute cuz he's so big n tall and they fit so baggy on you its adorable to him

- if he starts talking he actually will not be able to shut the fuck up because that's simply something gojo satoru does not know how to do so like please kiss him to shut him up if he talks too much pls and thanks <3

- the least DRY texter on this planet, this dude will send you the most confusing and hilarious text messages

- makes you befriend his students because everyone needs to know who you are and gojo wants to show you off and also wants his students to be friends with his girlfriend

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

- meow purrr hes so sEXIE

- domain expands you lol

- to start. KING OF CONSENT!! will make sure you're okay the full way through.

- switch switch switch switch.

- w obvi a dom lean cuz i mean have you seen him this man is a fucking tree and he's strong >:)

- only switch when he's lazy or wants to try something new but most of the time he will dominate you. sorry hon i don't make the rules but we're talking mostly dom gojo here

- knows what he's fucking doing. all the time. he's super experienced it's kinda annoying sometimes like wtf gojo why are u so good at everything you do.

- please ruin me gojo <3

- anyways

- call him daddy please

- he's a fucking tease and a half this man does not care where you are, who you're with, what you're doing, he will fucking tease you and get you all hot and bothered.

- this goes hand in hand with him dragging you to the nearest bathroom or empty room and fucking you right then and there because gojo just can't hold back.

- whispers filthy things in your ear at the most inconvenient times. thanks gojo.

- goes MAD when you moan his name.

- "don't hold back those pretty moans of yours baby, make as much noise as you want for daddy"

- likes referring to you as little because size kink goes hard with him. i mean. he's like. 6'3 or 6'7 idk he's fucking tall and hot either way.

- "my good little girl doing so well for me"

- also likes to see his cock in your belly, and press his hand on it to feel how deep and good he's fucking you

- PUSSY ENTHUSIAST. really likes eating you out.

- praise and degradation go hand in hand with this man. will praise you so much and so well if you're really good for him, but the second you disobey it's all degrading from here on out sweetie.

- he can pull a "you're doing so good for me kitten, yeah just like that baby"

- or a "you're nothing but my little whore for me to use and fuck when i want, understand slut?"

- LIKE?? OK GOJO DEGRADE ME

- brat tamer asf. be a little brat? get bent over his lap and get fucked like one right after. simple.

- CRUEL with punishments. so so so mean but he'll be so nice to you while punishing you sometimes just to confuse you and make you lose your fucking MIND.

- makes you take it like a good girl. take whatever he's giving you. and ik you wont say no because if ur reading this far you clearly want gojo to ruin you too baby, its okay ik. me too.

- puts his blindfold on you nnnghhh

- sometimes ties ur hands with it too

- on the topic of blindfolds, gojo LOVES torturing you with all kinds of toys. this man will use all kinds of shit to tease you and have as much fun as he can pushing you to your limit <3

- sadistic fuck lowkey like did yall see the way he ripped jogo's head off in the anime dude he will take his time to leave some pain marks on you (if ur into it obvi)

- loves restraining your hands absolutely LOVES when you're fully submissive for him and have no way to stop anything hes doing to you

- big fan of edging and overstimulation. once again these 2 go hand in hand. (that's just how things go with gojo).

- gojo can go on with edging you for hours (one of his fav punishments for you) until you're literally begging on your hands AND knees to cum

- and then he'll let you. but then comes the overstim. good luck baby. you'll need it.

- LOVES LOVES LOVES to finger you holy shit have you seen his long ass fingers

- would make you sit on his lap when both of you get home from work and tell you about his day while he fingers you. he'd start with one finger to throw you off guard, and then slip another one in as you continue talking. "what was that baby? i couldn't hear you" he'd say as he would SLOWLY thrust his fingers into you. and by the time you're all incoherent and begging him to cum, he'll simply pull out and say "cmon sugar, from the top. we're going to keep doing this until i hear everything, and you learn to speak clearly". fucker. you'll be so frustrated by the end.

- sometimes fucks you in his domain. cause he has full control and can do anything to you. god he loves being in CONTROL.

- big cockwarming enthusiast. likes to have you cockwarm him while yall be wtachin a movie or smthn. good luck taking his FAT COCK. you'll be crying by the end cause he gives no mercy.

- likes trying new shit. he's literally open to almost anything and actually likes trying new kinks and things cause he thinks it "really spices things up". he's not wrong

- LOVES roleplay. especially teacher x student. he finds that shit really hot. mainly because he is an actual teacher. and you may be his student. he'll make you wear a little short skirt and spank you with a ruler.

- now let me begin. PET KINK.

- makes you keep your mouth open when he fucks you because he adores the way your eyes roll to the back of your head and how lewd you look with your mouth hanging open and drooling like a puppy.

- fucking adores to call you kitten, puppy, bunny, those sorts of nicknames. i mentioned this in sfw. but gojo has a pet kink. you cannot change my mind.

- has a collection of collars with his initials on it. they're all different colors, usually to match your lingerie or clothes. and they have matching leashes.

- makes you wear ears too awh

- WILL MAKES YOU CRAWL TO HIM AND SIT ON YOUR KNEES IN FRONT OF HIM WEARING ONLY THE COLLAR, LEASH AND EARS

- also has handcuffs n ropes to match the colour

- COLOUR CODES EVERYTHING TF

- SPITS IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH TOO

- dirty dirty dirty mf

- teaches you tricks <3

- "good kitten"

- constant reminders that he owns you.

- "and who do you belong to baby?"

- oh and he makes you add "sir" at the end of anything you say

- fuck you gojo ur so fucking hot and annoying and stupid i hate you please ruin me

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elvisabutler · 2 years ago

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I will request the walls have ears scene hard-on scene again and also I mean I would DIE for a psych perspective of elvis all day every day but i know that’s pretty heavy and god bless him what a mess of a man🥴

bless you. OKAY. so you have got to forgive me for how unsure i am about this. i'm like a damn baby deer walking on my legs for the first time. also that's coming at some point. probably. it really requires a lot of research. ( for a tumblr post i know but you never know, maybe i use that bullshit to get into grad school like i've been dying to go. and then at the end all of y'all can call me dr. ally. )

so. tw: i mean it's got him getting a hard on so, sexual themes? phone sex? mentions of elvis' sad sad hang ups? i do not know this is new territory for me.

the walls have ears ( but not eyes ) - elvis presley

elvis is used to dancing, he's used having his hips move every which way but loose. well, maybe there was that one time they went a bit loose but that was between him, that audience and god. and there wasn't a soul in that group who was gonna be a tattle tell. the point is, he knows how to dance, knows how to move his hips. so doing the scene he's being asked of with laurel seems like a simple enough ask. she's sweet and he likes her well enough. doesn't like her like he likes the girl he's got waiting for him at home but- he gets her allure, gets how his character could like a girl with her face.

it's a complicated set up for a scene, one of the most complicated ones elvis has ever seen in his pictures. there's so many moving parts that a part of him wants to ask the director and the production team what went through their heads and how they went about setting all this up. anything to find out more about the film industry even if- well even if it seemed like he was gonna get stuck doing these musical-singing pictures for a long while yet. maybe one day- maybe some day he'll get to have his moment as a dramatic actor get to be like james dean and marlon brando and paul newman. one day.

the moment they start the camera elvis finds himself aware of two things- one, that he was made to do this sort of dancing and he's got to take his girl out and show her one of these days and two, his pants are too tight. he knew the second point before hand and has been half trying to wiggle to make his inseam feel less strange and has honestly asked the costume team, "darlin' could you please take this out jus' a lil." only to be told that no they couldn't which was a crying shame if he did say so himself. he's been telling himself it wouldn't be a problem, telling himself he'll be fine but now the pants are rubbing him just the right way and he can feel himself hardening. lord have mercy. was this honestly when his goddamn body wanted to betray him like this. laurel's not gonna say anything but he knows she just saw it when she looked down from the way she looks up at him afterward. he wants to call time on the scene, tell the director he's gotta deal with this but he knows they're already- he's heard how hard this scene was to set up, he can't just stop because he's got a problem. maybe if he jiggles his leg- nope no, that made it worse.

if him and laurel maybe are rushing through the steps a little quicker or if he uses the table to give himself a bit of friction then that's his business. when they're finally on the table after the ceiling "caves" in he looks over at laurel.

"you're a professional and-" he starts before laurel waves him off.

"elvis, we don't need to talk about it. it's just my big brother having a- problem." she bites her lip trying not to laugh before a small giggle escapes her.

elvis scrunches up his face before grinning and letting himself laugh as he gets off the table and holds out his hand for her. "yeah, yeah, laugh it up, laurel. come on you."

she takes that as permission to fully laugh as she lets elvis help her off without a second thought. "go- i'll cover for you."

he opens his mouth to tell her she doesn't have to before she just shrugs and shoos him away. god, she's a good girl. he's got to remind himself to double check if that boyfriend of hers was still bugging her too much.

it doesn't take him that long to reach his dressing room and the second he shuts the door he practically tears off his pants. he's careful not to ruin them because while he hates the damn things someone still worked damn hard on them and they deserve to be respected because of it.

he eyes the phone in the corner of the room that taunts him with the knowledge that the person he'd like here- the person who's been in his thoughts as he danced-who might have inadvertently caused this problem is merely a phone call away. he shouldn't, but elvis has never been good at following what he should and shouldn't do. it's what always gets him in trouble time and time again. it takes a minute for them to patch him through but the second he hears your voice tension he didn't know he was holding since he felt his erection just slides away.

"elvis?" you ask your tone of voice betraying your confusion.

"hey darlin', am i interrupting anything?" he asks, his hand moving down to touch his cock through his underwear. it's just a light touch, almost as if he's scared to do more.

"you're not. i was thinking of going out, but then you called." you pause and hum quietly. "not that i mind, handsome, but you never call me like this when you're on set. you miss me that much today?"

"you know i always miss you." the sentence slips off his tongue before he even stops it. he knows he doesn't need to charm you, he's got you wrapped around his finger even without it. still, there's something to be said about always making sure you're happy with him. he knows he can be a bit much. "i- gotta promise you won't laugh, satnin."

"you- i won't. unless it's really funny." you say, twirling the phone cord around your finger. "what's got my man all shook up?"

"you." he answers with a low chuckle as he presses the palm of his hand against his crotch, inhaling as he does. "they got me wearing these tight pants- rubbed me all the wrong ways. felt like you in that dress i bought you last week. all tightness and heat, damn near felt like a vice grip."

he hears you shift and he didn't realize until that moment that you were on your shared bed. you were on the bed, maybe you were wearing his favorite dress. or maybe a nightie, it was early enough to have you wearing that still. you might have just gotten up. he knows how you are when you first wake up, all wet heat and warmth and he stops his thoughts there. you're not into this just yet, you haven't given him the go ahead, he doesn't need your permission but he wants it right now.

"like my-" you pause and there's another shift of fabric and your voice gets a little softer, like you're embarrassed to say it. "pussy?"

he hums in acknowledgement. "yeah, just like that. laurel- she's a good girl, satnin, didn't even bat an eye. i've got a bit of time. she's- covering for me. telling our director something." he pauses and takes a deep breath. "you- wish you were here. you could take care of this with those pretty lips."

the laugh that leaves your lips sounds almost like wind chimes to his ears and somehow it makes him even harder. "wish i was there too. but i don't think i'd like to take care of it that way. i think i'd prefer to be on your lap."

elvis can't help the low groan the image you're providing him with elicits and his hand moves to actually lower his underwear so he can take his cock in his hand. "like that one time in the cadillac when you thought we were gonna get caught."

a breathless sigh. "yeah, elvis, just like that. with you holding my hips so tight i get bruises from it later." you let out a small groan and elvis swears he hears how wet you are from the other end. "i'm wearing a ring you left here. makes me think this are your fingers."

that does it, that's what has him wrapping his hand around his cock listening to you talk. has him gripping himself like his life depended on it and right now it just might. he doesn't have the door locked but honestly, everyone in the mafia and on this set know better than to barge into his room lest you end up with an eyeful of ass or breasts. "didn't realize my satnin has such a dirty mouth. you playing with your clit too, baby, rubbing it like i do? you got me touching myself like you do. feel like i'm gonna burst already."

you nod before remembering elvis isn't there with you so he can't see it. you exhale shakily, your answer a tight whisper. "only got a dirty mouth when you need it from me. i'm- my fingers aren't yours but i can be a little faster with the wrist. it evens- oh- out." you bite your lip. "i think we're both there- i haven't- i didn't have you this morning. this is the first time today."

his pace quickens at your quiet oh, knowing fully well that's you telling him you're going to come soon if you aren't already starting to. his grunts are getting closer together, he's gotta be quiet about this but you can be as loud as you want and he can hear you, can hear the sighs and the soft moans. "you gonna come for me, baby? gonna come on your fingers and take a picture for me?"

"uh huh." is the only answer he gets, the only words you can manage as you take that as cue to go faster, to curl your fingers inside yourself to- do everything that has you letting out a shout of elvis' name a minute or two later. elvis' own hand tightens the grip on his cock and pumps even more as he hears the click of a camera on your end.

"good girl. my bestest girl, takin' a photo for me." he mutters focusing on just coming shutting his eyes to try and picture how you look, half fucked out and- it's then that he comes with a grunt. he's gotta be quiet even if he knows you love hearing him groan your name. he has to catch his breath before he speaks again. "you still there?"

a hum. "i am. sleepy again though." you yawn and stretch being mindful of the cord. "can i go take a nap, elvis? you're not gonna be home-"

"for a few more hours at least, baby." he finishes for you. "go take a nap, darlin'. rest up for me for tonight. think i'll take that ring back from you."

you laugh softly. "okay. don't go getting excited again. can't help you until you come home if happens."

his answering laugh is a little dark but he knows you're right. "don't think i have to wear these pants any more. should be fine. wear the blue nightie when i get home, alright?"

the only answer he gets back is a snore and he hangs up. he knows you heard him when he gets home and sees what he asked you to wear on your skin. the photo you took- when you two get it developed- comes with him on the next shoot.

he doesn't have another problem with his pants like that again. not until 1968.

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iivyhearts · 3 years ago

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lost and found

micah bell x (fem) reader

chapter one: night out

tags: drinking, mild(?) racism (its micah), fluff, some angst, jealousy, micah is protective but tries to hide some aspects of it, fluff, arguing and making up, hosea is the reader's father figure bc i love that man, violence, fighting, gun use, injuries, gunshot wounds

warnings: micah being racist bc unfortunately that is in his character; this doesn't mean i condone or like this behaviour, ty! <3, abandoning infants

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micah was drunk, so drunk that he was stumbling, clinging onto your arm for support as the two of you saunter through the empty streets of valentine. "i gotta say, goin' out wit' you has been the most fun i've had in months, darling." micah grins, hiccuping. in your almost equally drunk state, you giggle at the blonde, nodding. "i agree, mic'. we've had a good night." you share his devious grin, stumbling with him.

a strange noise almost makes you stop, but micah spins around with you; hands grasping your waist, his mouth trailing kisses along your neck. you giggle, cupping the back of his head as he growls slightly, growing more needy for you. "micah..!" you huff, but the pleasure is short lived when you spot the source of the weird noise.

"oh god.. micah..!" you shake his shoulder slightly, but he grins, teeth nipping at your neck. "micah!" you state with more firmness, making him grunt as he pulls from your neck. "what?" he seems rather annoyed, but you just point into a nearby alley. "micah, look!" you pull from him, but your lover trails behind you; his hands still on you. "what is it?" he huffs, peering over your shoulder as you kneel down.

"poor lil' guy..!" you frown, scooping a baby out of a cramped basket. micah scoffs. "you're not seriously gonna keep that, are ya?" he spits the excess tobacco that smothered his mouth; looking back down at you. "what, would you let it die out here?" you snap back, micah shrugs. "not my kid, not my responsibility." he turns, looking anywhere but the child. "he's freezing cold..! micah, help." you stand with the infant, who was half asleep yet still weeping. "what, no!"

despite the blonde's protests, you push the infant into his arms, trying to warm the baby up between both your chests. "it must be hungry..." you sigh, looking around in the basket for anything for taking care of a child; of course it would be a miracle if there was a bottle or something similar... there wasn't. "can you take this thing back now?" micah fusses, holding the infant completely wrong.

rolling your eyes, you take the baby back carefully. "go get your horse." you order, micah narrows his eyes. "you're seriously keepin' that thing?!" he scoffs, crossing his arms. "yes! it needs us, micah." you snap back, trying to soothe the baby as best you can. it must have been newborn, it wasn't even opening it's eyes yet. "jus' leave it on a doorstep, it ain't our child." he huffs, and you scowl at him. "it might as well be, lover boy! it'll die if we don't get it to camp soon; and if it does it'll be on your hands for not trying!"

micah scoffs again, looking away. he was conflicted, you could tell. despite his 'tough guy' interior, you knew he was soft for small living things (although he'd never admit it), like rabbits and squirrels; babies you didn't know about though. "micah, please!" you beg, desperate. your boyfriend huffs, gesturing for you to follow. getting his horse, he helps you up first before mounting himself. the baby was whining, and micah huffs. "i can't believe i agreed to this."

"well, as unhappy you are, i am very thankful micah. really." you smile, kissing his shoulder gently as baylock sets off towards camp horseshoe overlook. you cradle the baby between your chest and micah's back, holding it's head against yourself carefully. "it's about 2 days old if i remember when jack was little." you mumble, and micah scoffs. "great." he grumbles, urging baylock along.

when the gentle rain starts you huff, leaning your head against micah's back, trying to keep the baby dry with your jacket. "is it sleeping?" micah asks, you look down. the baby was shuffling in your hold, getting comfortable. "almost. it must like the movement of baylock walking. it's like rocking a baby." you giggle. you didn't ever want kids, especially not with micah who seems to dislike them, your line of profession was too harsh and you didn't get on with them. you didn't like them, which would snuff any maternal feelings you felt, but with this little thing being so dependent, so small; you feel an odd feeling bubbling up in your chest.

"almost there." micah quips, the lantern on baylock's saddle flickering as the fuel began to run low. "okay... do you think that abigail will help?" you ask, micah shrugs. "dunno, we don't have the supplies to take care of a baby; not anymore since jack is grown. but she'll have experience." he replies over his shoulder, letting you snuggle into his back for warmth. "i really am thankful, micah." you mumble, pressing your forehead against his shoulder; sleep pulling at you. "yeah yeah, you've said." he grumbles.

the two of you pull into camp, and micah hitches baylock as you carefully get down, cradling the infant with your other arm. jumping off baylock disrupts the child, and he starts to wail. the camp wakes up one by one, and before you know it dutch and the gang are all flooding you. "what the hell is that?" dutch demands, a bit grouchy that his sleep had been disturbed. "dutch! we found this lil thing in an alley in valentine." you explain, holding the baby out to him.

"well i don't wan' it." he pushes your arms back, the baby continues to fuss. "c'mere!" abigail huffs, correcting how you're holding the child. "oh, thanks abby." you smile. "what are we gonna do?" hosea asks, and you look at your father figure for guidance. "we don't have the supplies..." hosea continues, and you huff; looking back at dutch. "we'll have to go into town in the morning." he yawns. "you're not telling me you're keeping it." micah huffs from behind you, you roll your eyes. "abby, help me knock some sense into my lover here." you smile at your friend, who glares at micah.

"what's goin' on?" sean asks, stumbling over. "ooh! hey, lil guy! what's his name?" he grins, swaddling the baby in his arms. "uh... we don't know." you grin sheepishly at your best friend. "can i be it's uncle?" he grins at you in a drunken haze. you laugh, "fine." dutch clears his throat and sean begrudgingly hands the baby back. "we have to do something, it's probably starving..." you frown, taking the baby back from the redhead.

"we'll get supplies tomorrow if you're keeping it." he shrugs, and you look back at micah. your boyfriend shakes his head, but he knows that his word wouldn't affect your decision. "i guess we can until we find it's mother or something..." you shrug, trying to deny your attachment to the infant. "okay, get some sleep everyone. pearson, get the kid some milk or something easy to go down." dutch commands, everyone dispersed.

you received an old bottle abigail had for jack when he was a baby full of freshly warmed milk as susan cleaned the baby up; gave it fresh clothes and a newer; warmer blanket, and sat with the baby against a tree beside a small fire. micah had walked off in a funk at the decision, so you were alone caring for the baby. "hola." javier yawns, sitting beside you. "hey, javi." you smile, clearly tired from the lack of sleep you'd been getting the past few nights due to drinking with sean and staying up past curfew partying at the saloon with lenny, charles and javier.

"is he alright?" he gestures to the baby boy, who was guzzling milk. "yeah. he eats like a horse and sleeps like a rock." you giggle, leaning up against javier for extra warmth. "i'm not surprised. i was the same, y'know?" he grins, you shove him gently. "nah, i can't imagine you as a baby. you're just javi." you tease, and he chuckles. "no, no; it's true. i was always hungry. ate the most out of all my siblings." javier shares a laugh with you.

the baby had finished it's milk, and you burped it how abigail had showed you; and was now fast asleep in your arms with a full belly and warmth from you and your friend. a new, familiar voice tuts at you. "look at this. you an' the greaser should start a family." micah scoffs. "oh, shut it micah. leave us alone if you're just here to be a bigot." you snap at your boyfriend, and javier smiles at your protectiveness against racism.

micah huffs, but doesn't budge, he just looks off into the wilderness. javi takes the baby from you as you get up, pulling your lover away. "what is your problem?" you hiss, and micah scoffs. "my problem? what's your problem? keeping that little thing around." he snaps. "it's a baby, micah. it would of died!" you seethe. "it ain't our child!" micah snarls.

"so you woulda just left it if i wasn't there?" you cross your arms, challenging him. micah doesn't reply, you double down. "well? would you of just left a kid there?" you step forward, leaning to your left so he would look at you. "no!" he yells, and you nod. "exactly. how is this any different?"

"because! because..!" he struggles with his words for a moment. "because what, micah?" he huffs, waving his hand angrily. "nothing." he goes to walk away, but you grab his arm. "no, tell me. what?"

"it doesn't matter!" micah snarls, pulling his arm from your grip. "micah..." you put on a more gentle tone, trying to coax him back to you. "i just.. i don't like seein' you all lovey dovey wit' that greaser." he huffs, you raise a finger at him warningly. "refer to javier like that again micah, i swear to god you won't like what happens." your warning makes micah sigh.

"i just... i don't wanna share you. not with anyone." micah huffs, your eyes soften. "oh, micah.." you frown, going to hug him. "don't, go start a fam'ly with that spaniard, i don't care." he snaps, pushing you away a bit rougher than he intended. you stumble a little, giving your boyfriend a hurt look. "fine. whatever.." you huff, walking away from him. micah clenches his fists, kicking a puff of dust up off the floor before storming off.

"are you alright, amiga?" javier asks, noticing how dejected and almost teary-eyed you looked. "i'm fine, javi." you sit beside him again, and javier hums. "he's tough, isn't he?" your friend offers a smile, gently bouncing the baby in his arms. you smile back. "yeah..." you nod, looking back to the dimming embers. "here. he's been fussing since you left." javier offers the infant to you, you give him a soft smile. "he seems fine now."

"i dunno... he was really upset when you left." javier insists, and so you take the infant. the baby makes a few noises, settling in your arms. "you make a good mother, y/n." javi nudges you. "hah! yeah right. i didn't even know how to hold the thing until abby showed me." you gently rock the small baby back to sleep, already forgetting about your squabble with micah. sean stumbles over, collapsing onto the floor on your left.

"hows my new nephew doin?" the irishman grins, sitting up and leaning over to look at the baby. "he's fine. just settling for some sleep." you smile at sean, and he beams back. "good, good." he nods, leaning up against you. the three of you huddle close, the baby practically between all of you. your two closest friends were practically guard dogs on either side of you, and javier spared micah a glare when he considered approaching.

with the warmth and comfort of your friends, you had began to doze off; your head leant against sean's shoulder as he leans his own head atop of yours. javier was pressed into your other side, keeping watch. just as you started to doze off, the baby started crying; not wailing, just weeping. "uh..." you try to snuff your panic, sitting upright. "is it hungry?" sean asks, sitting up as well. "no, he just ate..."

"maybe he's struggling to sleep out here... take him in your tent?" javier suggested, you shake your head. "micah's already pissy, he'd kill me if i brought the lil guy in there..." you huff, javi frowns, but doesn't quip on it out of respect for you. "maybe he's bored?" sean smiles, offering to take the baby. you shrug, giving your friend the fussy infant. "heya, midge. you are just the smallest thing. y'know, my da used to tell me i was such a small baby..." sean continues to ramble to the baby until he dozes off once more.

"i can't tell if you're a natural, or if you bored him to sleep." javier jokes, keeping his voice hushed so he didn't wake the baby. "what're you planning on calling him?" sean looks at you, you blink back. "huh?" you furrow your brows. "well, you're gonna need to call him something." sean shrugs, rocking the baby as gently as he could. "he has a point, amiga. who knows when we'll find the mother..." javier nods.

"uhhh.... i dunno.." you laugh, trying to keep them hushed. "how about sean jr?" your friend jokes, you wanted to shove him playfully but kept the sleeping newborn in mind. "piss off, one of you is bad enough." you grin, looking at javier for suggestions. "i'm no good with american names, but i did hear one when i went into town..." he mumbles. "what was it?"

"dakota, i think..." he nods. "like the river?" sean leans forward a little to look at javier. "no, estúpido, the name!" javier rolls his eyes, and sean lets out an 'ahh'. "i think its nice. thanks, javi." you smile, javier smiles back. "no problemo, i'm like the cool uncle." he jokes, sean gasps. "no way, i'm cooler!" you giggle as the bickering begins.

micah was fuming, hosea could see that. "y'know, son..." the older man starts, glancing over at you. "if you love her, you'll set your attitude straight with her." micah glares at hosea, clearly not wanting to hear his wise advice. "our relationship ain't your business, hosea." micah replies, voice sour. "i know. i'm just laying down the cards. she's been hurt, god... when i first found that girl, she looked wild; like she'd never seen a town before. she was so weary of everyone, pulling knives on people who got too close." he sighs, looking back at you.

"she's like my daughter, i suppose. so i have a right to protect her as such." hosea continues, and micah huffs. "whatever. i'm going to bed." he storms off, hosea can only huff out a weak laugh.

you were half asleep, still squished between javier and sean. micah wanted you to come over to your shared tent, but he's far too proud to ask. you'd normally come over to him when he got to bed, he never had to ask before... you seemed so exhausted, the baby had been passed back to you; seemingly sound asleep. javier was alert, wide awake, whereas sean was actually asleep, slumped and everything as he snoozed. you were in between, your eyes would catch movement, but your eyelids were sliding closed and you seemed almost sluggish.

eventually, when micah had gone into his tent; javier nudged you. "he wants you there, y'know?" your friend mumbles. "if he wants me so bad he can come and ask." you whisper back, javier nods. "i agree, but maybe tonight you should head to bed anyway. ignore him if you want." javier stands, dusting himself off before offering a hand. you smile, taking his offer and standing with him, your grip on dakota tightening a little so you didn't drop him.

"c'mon. i'll walk you over." javier nods to your tent. you shake your head. "you should go to bed too, you look like shit." you grin. "ha, thanks. i guess i'll see you in the morning then, yeah?" javier asks. you nod, giving him a hug goodnight, giving sean an affectionate nudge with your foot. the irishman groans, falling over completely. "he's gonna be sore in the morning." javier jokes, you share a final laugh before parting ways.

micah was pretending to be asleep. you knew it when you walked into the tent. rolling your eyes, you carefully get into bed beside your lover, not bothering to kiss his shoulder like you normally do. instead, you lay on side, still facing him; dakota was safe between you both. micah rolls over, his eyes meeting yours in the darkness. "hey, sweets..." he mumbles. you look down at dakota instead.

"i'm sorry..." micah catches your chin with his finger, kissing you gently. "wow. micah bell saying sorry. what happened to you?" you tease, unable to be mad at him any longer. "i spoke with hosea, he knocked some sense into me." micah chuckles gently. you accept another kiss from your boyfriend, shuffling a little closer so dakota's tiny form was pressed against your tummy; using your hand as a cushion.

"i love you, mic'." you mutter, sleep pulling at you. "i love you too, sweet stuff." micah scratches his jaw a little before looking at the baby between the two of you. "is he uh... staying?" he asks, and you nod. "for the time being but he's my responsibility. i have to feed him and care for him." you gently stroke the baby's forehead with your thumb. "he's small..." micah mumbles, you stifle your laughs. "he is."

"what's his name?" micah looks at you once more, you meet his gaze. "javier suggested dakota." micah mulls it over but nods. "that's a good one. i knew a fella named dakota; dead now but a good man." you rest your head upon micah's shoulder, huddled close; the only thing stopping you from pressing fully against your boyfriend was dakota. "i'm sorry for pushing you away, darling..." micah whispers, pressing a kiss to your nose. "it's fine. just don't do it again; we have each other's backs, remember?" the conversation falls with that, and you finally fall asleep against micah.

you woke up to dakota's cries, but you couldn't feel him. you shot up in bed, searching for the baby as best you could. turning you relaxed when you saw micah, trying (and failing) to calm the little fusspot. your boyfriend meets your eye and flusters. "he was disturbing me, and i didn't want him to wake you." he lies; you could see that he cares for the child like you do.

you smile at micah, and he scoffs. "what?" you just laugh. "you're going soft, micah bell." you get up as micah denies it, handing dakota to you. once the baby boy was in your arms he calmed down, his eyes gently yet slowly peeling open. "oh.. hi there, dakota." you smile, the baby makes a few noises. "he kinda has your eyes, micah." you tease. "shut up.." your boyfriend huffs, getting up from his seat and getting back into bed. you sit beside micah with dakota cradled in your arms, letting him look around. the baby was calm, and micah didn't realise he was smiling at you until you looked at him.

micah goes back to sleep, and after what you assumed to be half an hour, dakota fell asleep too. you carefully lay on your back, letting dakota sprawl on your stomach. one of micah's arms sloped over you and the baby, holding the both of you as he dozed. you gently stroke the back of dakota's head, leaning your own head against micah. you fall back asleep with the comfort of both the boys being safe.

the next day had come, and all the ladies were hounding you to see the baby. as they cooed and awed the little thing you got some more tips off abigail. "thank you so much, abby. hopefully we can find dakota's mother soon..." your friend tuts. "i dunno. if you found him in an alleyway chances are the mother did'n want him." she looks over at where karen, tilly and mary-beth were showering the baby with love. "let's hope not..." you frown at the thought.

"is mr bell warming up to lil dakota?" tilly asks, glancing up at you. "i dunno, but i did catch him trying to soothe him when he woke us up crying." you share a laugh with the ladies, and they all state disbelief. "you must of been dreaming." mary-beth giggles. "he was all like 'he was disturbing me that's why'." you quote your boyfriend, albeit incorrectly, and all the ladies laugh again. "that's some good blackmail right there, y/n." karen grins.

"mhm. 'do this micah or i'll tell dutch you're goin' soft'." abigail adds on. "hola, ladies." javier greets, giving you a hug. "mornin' javier." they chime back, and you give your friend a smile. "good mornin', javi." javier checks on dakota, then on you. "i was wondering if you wanted to ride into strawberry with me?" he asks, you glance at the girls. "ah, sorry javi but dakota's my responsibility. i can't just lug him onto somebody else..." you frown, and javier lets out a hum. "oh yeah... i forgot about that."

"you could always take him with you?" tilly suggests. you feel a bit of uneasiness at the thought. "oh, i dunno..." you mumble, looking at dakota's tiny hands as he grips tilly's fingers tightly. "c'mon. some exploring will do him good. when jack was little i used to take him on horse rides to calm him down. i suppose that's why he loves animals so much." abigail smiles. with the official mother's approval, you nod, accepting dakota from tilly.

all the ladies bid you and little dakota farewell, and you set off with javier... but, not before micah get's back from the supply run into valentine. "heya, sweets. where're you headin' off to without me?" he teases from his mount, and you roll your eyes jokingly. "javi's taking me an' dakota into strawberry for some stuff. you comin'?"

"ah, i think i've still gotta bounty on my head up there." he shrugs, and you hum. "if you lay low maybe they won't realise it's you? what do you think, javi?" you look at your friend who is mounting boaz. "i don't mind either way." he shrugs. "alright, i'll tag along. get on up here, sweet stuff." micah helps you up onto baylock and the four of you set off to strawberry.

the town is quite popular today, and javier splits off to collect a new saddle. micah takes to hitching baylock to a post, sitting at a bench with you. deciding to sit on micah's lap made dakota squished between you both. he was more vocal today, making little humming noises as he looks around. "did you get a decent amount of sleep last night?" micah asks, his hand resting on your lower back. "yeah, it's enough to keep me up throughout the day." you nod, giving your lover a gently kiss.

"ey, that's that fella from the wanted poster!" a man calls, you turn to see a few people pointing. micah tenses under you, quickly removing you and dakota from his lap. "now, gentlemen. there's no need to start something you can't finish." micah stands, hand wearily resting on his gun. the bounty hunters don't listen, and a gunshot rings out. people panic, and your ears are ringing from the sudden rifle shot; the only thing you can seem to focus on was dakota's screaming.

the bench you were stood at was tipped by micah, and he pushes you into cover. he's saying something, but you can only stare back with wide eyes. you were a hunter, you never got into gunfights so it was always a bit of a shock when they started. whatever micah said went unheard as he gets up again, drawing his pistols. you soothe dakota as best you can; covering his little ears so the gunshots weren't so scary.

javier had come running, skidding around the corner to see the scene unfold. micah had shot two of the bounty hunters, and you were trying to calm a screaming child. giving micah some supportive fire, javier is quick to duck under cover with you. "are you alright, amiga?" he asks, and you look at him; nodding slightly. "yeah, yeah..! we're fine. help micah!" with your word, javier vaults the bench, helping micah with the rest of the bounty hunters.

lawmen were coming in quick, and the sheriff was approaching too. micah goes to run, but stops when he sees you. the urge to protect you is increased in micah when he sees dakota screaming his little lungs out, fat tears rolling down his puffy little cheeks. "c'mon!" he grabs you, helping you up. a lawman's bullet hits your arm, and you yelp; almost dropping dakota. micah is enraged, shielding you with his body as he shoots back.

"c'mon, we gotta go!" javier ushers the two of you out; a bullet hits micah's side. javier manages to dodge one, it grazes past his cheek; slicing his fair skin open. dakota is distressed, and it makes your heart ache. the four of you are quick to mount up, galloping out of the town.

by the time lawmen had lost you all, it had become night time. dakota was cranky, upset and hungry. he was fussing, yet more quiet since leaving strawberry. you were trying not to cry yourself, the burning pain in your arm was unbearable. leaning up against micah, you sniffle into his shirt as he sighs. "i shouldn't of come..." he grumbles, urging baylock along. "it's fine, amigo. we're all out and alive now." javier replies, looking at you.

"maybe we should camp up?" micah suggests, but you shake your head. "no. dakota needs food, we have to go back to horseshoe overlook." your voice is shaky yet stern, micah nods. "then we keep heading back." javier nods, the group falls silent.

dakota was grumpy, crying all the way, you just couldn't soothe him. micah was beginning to feel annoyed, you could tell by the way he bristled. javier didn't seem to mind at all, just riding along with you. huffing, your forehead meets micah's shoulder once more as you carefully seat dakota so he's sat on the saddle between you and your boyfriend. the baby is leant back against you, so his head is upright, and eventually the rocking of baylock soothes him.

javier gives you a smile, and you smile back; just as exhausted. by the time you all got back, hosea was preparing a search. "don't worry, we're back." javier raises a hand, and micah quips in agreement. "thank god.." hosea sighs, walking straight over to you. "c'mon now, darling. c'mon.." your father figure helps you down, frowning at the bullet wound in your arm. "i'll get you cleaned up, don't you worry." he ushers you along, and abigail takes dakota.

micah gets patched up as well as yourself, and javier gets a wet rag to clean his scratch. hosea can't help but chastise you, lovingly yet serious, about being so reckless and leaving camp with the baby. upon noticing your distant stare, hosea shuts up and asks you what's wrong. "everything happened so fast, and dakota... all i could hear was him screaming and i didn't know what to do." you whine, letting the old man pull you into a hug.

"it's alright now. you're safe, dakota's safe, javier and micah are safe... everything's gonna be fine. i'll send arthur to pay off that damn bounty on micah's head tomorrow." your father rubs your back gently; and you feel rather nostalgic at the feeling of his hand rubbing circles over your upper back. "go get some food and some rest, love." he smiles, ushering you away to take care of yourself.

you meet up with micah, who has dakota in one arm, a drink in the other. "you alright?" he asks, looking up at you. "yeah. are you?" you reply, taking the baby from your lover. "yeah, nothing that hasn't happened before." micah sighs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you sit beside him; nestling into his side as dakota snuggles into your chest. "we're gonna be fine, sweetheart." micah mumbles, you nod slightly, watching life around the camp move.

when you wake up, dakota is fussing, tugging your shirt from between you and micah who was dead asleep. "c'mon then, dakota. let's get you some food." you yawn, getting up and scooping up the baby. dakota whines a little, his tiny hands clutching your shirt. "pearson, good morning." you greet, giving the cook a nod. "ah, miss l/n. i prepared lil' dakota his milk already." he coughs, handing over the warm bottle. "thanks pearson." you smile, promising to be back over for coffee and breakfast once dakota was dealt with.

you sat at your usual spot nearby your tent, carefully feeding dakota; smiling as he lets out a few noises, guzzling the milk down. "good morning, y/n." arthur greets, you look up at him. "hey arthur." you smile, watching the cowboy sit nearby. "how is he?" the gruff man gestures to dakota. "ah, he's fine. just wanted breakfast." you look back down to the baby who was making quick work of the milk. "good, good. how are you holding up? hosea said you were pretty shaken."

"yeah... if dakota wasn't there i would of been fine." you sigh. "i get that. you're fond of the lil' guy, aren't you." arthur teases, and you laugh. "i guess so." you mumble, sitting dakota up. "do you wanna do the honours?" you grin as arthur shuffles slightly. "nah, knowing my luck with jack he'll puke on me." arthur waves you off, and you smile. "coward." your voice is teasing, and you gently pat and rub dakota's back.

micah stretches, stumbling from the tent. "morning." he nods at arthur, smiling at you. "mornin' micah." you greet, arthur repeats it. "i best be goin', i got a oil wagon to steal." arthur gets up, giving micah a nod. "roger that, morgan." micah sees him off before sitting beside you. "you alright now?" you ask, nodding to your lover's side. "yeah, it's not too bad." micah pats his side, grinning smugly at you. "yeah, yeah. don't let it get to your head, cowpoke." you tease, nudging him.

dakota interrupts the playful bickering, waving his tiny hands to micah. "i think he wants you, right now." you smile, offering the baby. "ah, nah... you best keep hold of him." micah waves you off, looking around the camp instead. "c'mere." you force dakota into micah's arms, almost laughing at your boyfriend's dismay. the blonde outlaw awkwardly cradles the baby, meeting his eyes. "hi." he mumbles, and dakota bursts into fit of giggles; reaching up for micah.

"what? what d'you want, hey?" he raises the baby a little, letting him grab his jacket tightly in tiny yet strong hands. you smile, leaning up against your boyfriend. "i know you don't wanna admit it, but you'd be an amazing father micah." you kiss his cheek gently, and micah scoffs. "yeah right. i shot my own daddy, this one would probably do the same if i was his father."

"you aren't your father micah." you remind him, smiling at him. "yeah, i know... but still." he shrugs, handing dakota back. "i think if you gave it a shot you'd be one of the best father's out here." you give micah a loving kiss, leaning up against him as you bounce dakota; trying to keep him from getting bored. "whatever you say, sweet stuff."

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