I Just Want To Have Something To Do

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Haii babes could you write some super fluffy filth about Duff, maybe on the bus and he’s covering her mouth so the others don’t hear? Idk I have such a bad brainrot for that man ^.^

he likes the quiet - duff mckagan fanfic

taglist: @californiaahunny @brokenglassb1tch @duffys-girl @duffrosemckagansslut

content: smut (18+), rough/dirty talk, fluffy end

a/n: DUDE! you guys have been so incredibly sweet, i love writing for you all! I have about 3 more to get thru from my asks, but keep sending them in! be a repeat sender even! love u guys <3

The tour bus rocked gently on the road, dark outside but alive inside with the hum of engines and muffled voices from the band sprawled out in various states of exhaustion and hungover glory.

She sat curled on the cracked leather bench, knees pulled close, wrapped in the quiet that came between the chaos of shows and parties.

Her fingers traced the worn stitching of the seat, mind spinning from the adrenaline of the night’s performance and the way Duff’s gaze had held her like a claim.

Duff was no angel. Not the kind to whisper sweet nothings or drape her in poetry. He was rough. Raw edges, sharp tongue, hands that bruised if she wasn’t careful.

But beneath the tough, cocky exterior was something deeper, something she knew by heart in the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching.

Tonight, the tension had been building all night, a slow building feeling. The way he lingered close in the cramped backstage corridors, the way his fingers found her wrist with quiet ownership when the crowd noise faded. Now, here, on the bus, everything was stripped down to just the two of them.

She wondered how those hints of authority would come to be in true privacy.

He sat beside her, boots planted wide, the smell of leather and cigarettes wrapping around him like a second skin. “You look good like this,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel. “All wrapped up, waiting. Like a damn prize or some shit.”

His ever so kind sounding surfer guy tone everyone knew was still in fact there, but it was the words he used that differentiated her Duff, and the world’s Duff.

She smiled softly, leaning into the quiet warmth of his arm. “You like that?”

He snorted, a crooked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Hell yeah. You’re the best goddamn distraction on this whole fucking tour.”

Her fingers slid over his knee, tentative but hungry. “You’re not bad yourself.”

He caught her wrist with a grip that was firm but careful, thumb brushing over her pulse. “Don’t get soft on me, sweetheart. I’m a bastard.”

“Good bastard,” she teased back, voice low.

“Damn right.” His eyes darkened with something hungry. “But I’m not gonna wait forever to take that fucking hole.”

Before she could reply, his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her close with an urgency that stole her breath. His mouth crashed down on hers. Hard, demanding, and not a hint of gentleness in the way he took what was his.

She moaned into the kiss, and he covered her mouth with a rough hand, pressing down hard enough to silence her but not enough to hurt. His thumb slid over her cheek, warm and possessive.

“Shut it,” he growled, voice thick with need. “You’re making too much noise, and I don’t want anyone hearing.”

She bit back a whimper, eyes wide but shining with want. His cockiness twisted into something dangerous, and she was addicted to it. It made her feel real.

His other hand found the hem of her shirt, fingers skimming over the soft skin of her ribs. He peeled it up slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring the reveal. Goosebumps rose under his touch.

“You’re a fucking dream,” he said, lips grazing her neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. “Got me hooked, and I’m not even trying to fight it.”

She shivered, melting against him, hands clutching his jacket like it was a lifeline.

“Show me how much you want this,” he demanded, voice low and ragged. “Don’t hold back.”

Her breath hitched as his fingers slipped under the waistband of her jeans, sliding over the slick heat waiting beneath. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made her pulse spike.

“Goddamn, you’re soaked for me,” he snarled, pressing his palm flat against her thigh. “Can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”

She whimpered, hips arching involuntarily toward his touch. His roughness was brutal, but it made her feel alive in a way nothing else could.

Without warning, he shifted, pushing her back until she was flat against the seat, legs spread wide under his weight. His hand slid between them again, fingers circling her clit with a cruel precision that had her gasping.

“Say my name,” he commanded, voice rough and cold. “Say it like you mean it.”

“Duff,” she whispered, voice trembling but clear.

He smiled darkly, pressing a finger deep inside her, curling it slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel the coil tightening inside her chest.

“There you go girl,” he said, voice thick with approval. “this is for me to experience, not for anyone else. So kindly keep it quiet for me.”

His mouth covered hers again, rough and claiming. His cock pressed hard against her jeans, and she could feel the pulse of it, it was as demanding as he was.

“Gonna fuck you so hard, everyone’s gonna know,” he promised, teeth grazing her earlobe. “Not with hearing you, but the way you’re gonna be a little shy bambi bitch afterwards. They’ll know I fuck you right.”

She trembled, her body aching for him in ways words couldn’t capture. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate for the heat of skin against skin. She couldn’t wait to be what he expected of her.

He didn’t waste time. With a dark grin, he yanked off his jeans and threw her loose shirt over her head. His cock sprang free, thick and red, already slick from their shared need.

“Look at me,” he snarled, gripping her jaw, forcing her eyes open. Taking it in his hand. “You see this? This is yours. Only yours.” Slapping its weight against the middle of her face with each word.

She nodded, breath coming fast.

His fingers wrapped around him, slick and sure, before he aligned himself down with her entrance. The first inch slid in slow, testing, making her gasp around his hand.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

He pushed deeper, hips snapping forward with a brutal rhythm that stole her breath. His hand slid down to cover her mouth again, pressing hard as she moaned into his palm, the sound muffled but desperate.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed. “I don’t wanna hear you, but I’m gonna make you feel everything.”

His thrusts were relentless, hard and fast, pounding into her with a possessiveness that made her head spin. The world shrank down to the slick, burning connection between them.

“Goddamn, you take me so fucking well,” he snarled, voice hoarse. “You’re my fucked out little angel.”

Her body clenched around him, muscles trembling. “Duff,” she gasped, fingers clutching at his shoulders.

“Don’t fucking say shit,” he snapped, tightening his grip on her mouth. “I want to hear you come quiet, not screaming like a goddamn groupie.”

Her hips jerked involuntarily, the pressure building beyond control.

“Come on, baby. Come for me. Make me lose it right here, quiet as a fucking church mouse.”

Her body betrayed her, trembling with the force of her release silent but shattering. He held her through it, still fucking her through the waves, palm steady on her mouth as she cried out without sound.

When she finally stilled, breath ragged and wet eyes glistening beneath his rough touch, he pulled his hand away and kissed her hard lips bruising, teeth scraping.

“You’re mine,” he growled, voice thick with something fierce and tender all at once.

Her fingers curled in his hair, heart thudding like a drum. “I know.”

His grin was cocky but soft, a flash of warmth beneath the rough edges. “Don’t forget it, sweetheart.”

The bus rumbled on, carrying them forward through the dark night.

“Don’t listen to me okay? You know I love you.” he whispered against her jaw. “We just like to play pretend don’t we?” he asked, his stubble against her skin tickling her.

“I love you too.” she smiled in a daze. “I love playing with you.”

a/n: bitch i was geeked the fuck out writing this like i was smiling and shit AHHHHH!!!!

hope you liked it as much as i loved writing it <3 @duffys-girl 💘

Fingered myself tbh

STRUTTER

Dumb blurb I wrote in like 30min about you and duffs daughter going trick or treating, idk I’ll probably write something about Duff manhandling you tonight

Duff looks around at the town, you where in the living room with your guy’s daughter, duff walked away from the window to sit next to you “hey baby” he mumbled and kisses your cheek smiling at the small blush “hey baby” he said to his daughter, scooping her up “duff I need to finish her face paint” you groaned, you where dressing her up as a clown, you had put only put the white face paint on her, you stood up and kissed your husband when he leaned down to put the 2 year old down he chuckled softly and kissed you back, standing up straight and letting you go back to your kids makeup, after an hour you had finished, duff was on the couch, next to you who was on the ground, he was gently scratching your scalp while watching something on tv “we should send a picture of her to her grandma” duff laughed, you sighed softly and leaned into his hand “we should..” you didn’t wanna, non of your family approved of Duff, especially with the age gap, they where nice enough to him but that’s it, they where also weird to your child, and let alone how they acted when you had gotten pregnant and told them at dinner, you stood up and grabbed a small ghost bucket

“We should leave soon” you sat next to Duff, curling into his warmth “Mhm..” he yawned, he only get off on tour a few days ago and he was still fucked up with sleeping, he hid his face in your neck and hugged you “do you wanna take a nap til we go?” “Mhmm..” you laughed softly and leaned back allowing him to sleep on you while you watched tv, soon enough you shook him awake, kissing his head when he looked at you “hi love” he mumbled and sat up, streaching before picking you up off the couch “you ready to go baby?” He asked pecking you on the lips. You nodded and picked up your daughter, you where hold onto duffs bicep, leaning your head on his arm while you took your daughter trick or treating, you smiled, you loved halloween

Someone give me a fanfic idea for Duff pretty please (or ripley from alien that also works very well)

Meow

the babysitter

REQUEST: Imagine set in the 80s: 21 year old Y/N gets a call from a McKagan family (Duffs parents) to babysit their 2 year old daughter for the day. They don’t mention that they have a son, Duff, who’s in his early 20s. While babysitting, Y/N hears loud guitar and drumming upstairs and finds Duff and his friend Steven playing rock music. Duff is cocky and seems annoyed at first during their encounter, but Y/N can’t help finding him attractive. Later, after Steven leaves and Y/N puts Duff’s little sister to sleep, Y/N and Duff are left alone. Tension builds, giving enemies-to-lovers vibes, and somehow they end up having sex in Duff’s room, staying quiet to avoid waking up the little girl, who’s asleep a few doors away. They almost get caught by Duffs parents, when they return but manage to cover it up just in time. Smut included pls and dirty talk if that's ok <3

Warnings/Tags: Duff McKagan x Fem Reader, early 80s Duff, RPF, enemies to lovers, 3.1k words, unprotected p in v, smut, oral (m!receiving), creampie, doggystyle, explicit 18+

“Hello.” You answer as you picked up the kitchen phone. “Oh hi Mrs. McKagan!” Recognising her voice you are more chipper now.

You had been babysitting for some families in your neighborhood and one of the moms had referred you to Mr. and Mrs. McKagan. You know that they have a daughter and were looking for a new babysitter for their date nights.

“Of course. I’ll see you this evening.” You agreed to babysit their 2 year old daughter, Sarah.

— — —

Later when you show up to their house you are greeted by the mom. She’s holding the most adorable little girl in her hands who’s already dressed in her pajamas.

“This is Sarah.” She says, introducing you to the toddler. She hides her face in her moms neck but you can see her little smile.

You offer her a smile—waving to her and introducing yourself. “We’re going to have a lot of fun. How does that sound?” Your voice is a higher pitch than normal as you try to get her to acclimate to you.

Holding out your hands, you gesture for her to come to you and she does with a gentle nudge from her mom.

“She’s super sweet. You probably won’t have any problems from her.” The dad speaks up as he pinches her cheek coaxing a giggle out of her.

It was around six when you arrived. “We’ll be back by eleven.” Mr. McKagan tells you as he slides on his jacket. 

“Yes and all the numbers are on the fridge. Call us if you need us.” Mrs. McKagan chimes in. “Her brother’s upstairs but he’s way into his own thing so you probably won’t even see him. Best to leave him be.” She adds casually.

Brother?

“Oh you have a son?” You asked with some confusion in your voice. She nods her head yes.

If they have a son then why do they need a babysitter? Unless he’s also a kid. But then why would they only ask you to babysit Sarah and not him?

You have a lot of questions—none of which you get answers to, seeing as the couple was already halfway out the door. 

“Ok then.” You say to yourself before turning your attention to Sarah. She had already eaten and showered, so the only thing left to do was entertain her until she fell asleep.

“How about we watch some cartoons?” Her eyes light up at the mention of cartoons. So the two of you were curled up on the couch under a blanket watching the television. 

Not a lot of time had gone by before you looked over and saw that she had fallen asleep. You lifted her into your arms and took her upstairs to her room. As you laid her on the bed your mind drifted back to what Mrs. McKagan had said earlier. Their son.

Walking out of her room you left the door slightly open.

As you got out into the hallway, your eyes drifted around. Taking in all the doors, you wondered which one was the son's room.

You turned in the direction opposite the stairs which you had come up. Taking light steps, your feet moved you further down the hallway. 

After you passed about two doors, that’s when you heard it. The faint sound of drums and guitar. Stopping directly in front of the door you took a good look at it. Instantly you knew this was his room as a result of the band posters posted on the outside. 

There must be some kind of sound proofing because you can only hear the music when you are close to the door. 

Just as you were about to make your retreat, the door swings open. The first thing you notice is the sheer volume of blonde hair, before your eyes meet the man.

“Who are you?”

“The babysitter.”

“Nice. I’m Steven.” He holds out his hand for you to shake. You don’t miss the way he eyed you up and down.

You take his hand in yours, shaking it. “Are you Sarah’s brother?” 

“Oh no I’m Duff’s friend.”

Duff? 

Before you even ask, he steps to the side so that you can see inside the room. It's not a bedroom per say. More like a makeshift studio or music room. There’s a set of drums, some guitars, a soundboard and a microphone. The room is decorated with funky patterned carpets and rugs, colorful lamps, fairy lights, and burgundy curtains. It’s actually really cool.

As your eyes scan the room, they land on him. A towering figure. He’s holding a bass guitar, nodding his head as he lightly plucks at the chords. 

“If you’ll just excuse me. I was actually heading to the bathroom.” Steven says as he snakes around you to go to the bathroom.

You are left standing there awkwardly. 

When he finally looks towards the door at you, you straighten up and clear your throat. 

“Uhh hi I’m the babysitter.”

“I know.” That’s all he says. He turns his attention back to his bass. 

You can already feel it blossoming inside you. His tall frame, the way his hair falls over his face. Butterflies start swirling around your stomach.

“So you guys are in a band?” You inquire as you take a step into the room. 

This action draws his attention again. He looks at you as you take the tiniest steps around the room. 

“Yes.”

You run your hands over the container stacked with vinyls. “Wow, that's really cool!”

“I guess.”

You can obviously feel out his vibe. You know he doesn’t exactly seem thrilled right now. However, you think he’s hot so you are sure that in due time you can get him to warm up to you. 

You continue to ask him some questions. The more you ask, you can feel the shift in his tone. It begins to soften.

Well that was until you heard Steven enter the room again. 

“Hey babysitter, wanna hear us play?” He says as he makes his way behind the drums.

“Hell ye—”

Before you can even get the words out he cuts in.

“No, she was just leaving.” Duff answers for you. The softness that you had just begun to pull out of him was nowhere in his voice. It was replaced with some irritation.

“Damn bro, what’s your problem?” Steven pipes up.

“She’s being nosy and she’s supposed to be working.”

Admittedly those words stung. The butterflies you felt before had flown away. Now he just seemed like a dick.

But you know what, fair enough. You roll your eyes at his comment and start walking towards the door.

“Sorry pretty girl, maybe next time.” Steven offers as consolation.

Shutting the door behind you, you make your way back downstairs.

Ugh so cute but kind of an asshole. 

— — — 

Later in the night you hear a door upstairs open and footsteps coming down the stairs. Peering over the back of the couch you see Steven appear.

“Hey, are you leaving?”

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you.” He answers as he takes a black leather jacket off the hook beside the front door. 

“Hope I see you around.” He says with a wink as he makes his exit.

A few minutes later you hear another pair of footsteps descending the stairs. You already know who it is. You turn back towards the TV so as not to make any eye contact with him. Taking it even further you sink down into the couch and pull the blanket over you some more.

You hear him head into the kitchen and then the refrigerator door opening. 

Sighing, you try to focus on the movie currently playing on the TV. Trying to pay him no mind. 

For a while you succeeded. That was until you were startled by a voice directly behind you.

“You want a beer?” His voice is static. There isn’t really a lot of emotion—just a deadpan question.

“What? Of course not. I’m working, remember.”

“Suit yourself” He says before coming around to sit next to you on the couch.

He’s on one end of the couch and you the other. Both of you sit in silence as the movie continues to play. 

Why is he sitting here? You ask yourself. You shift in your spot a little but he doesn’t say anything. 

Trying not to look over at him—your eyes are glued to the screen.

Becoming hyper aware of your surroundings you start to feel hot in your own skin. What is happening?

To make things worse you can smell him. It’s a mix of beer and a natural musk. You take a deep breath and mentally scold yourself to regain your composure. 

“You know, it’s pretty rude to come into someone’s space and start touching all their stuff.” His eyes are now on you. 

I mean he does have a point, you can’t even lie.

“I was just curious is all. Trying to be friendly.” You turn to face him. “Besides if you didn’t want me in your space you could have said it nicer. There was no need to be a jerk about it.” You follow up this time with a little bite. 

You hear him scoff. 

“A jerk huh?” He raises his eyebrows. “You’re a real piece of work aren’t you. Coming into my house and calling me names.”

“First of all I’m pretty sure this is your parents house and secondly I’m just calling it like I see it.” You strike back with a shrug.

“You think you’re hot shit don’t you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I’ll give you one more time to say something smart.” Duff rests down his beer on the small table in front of the couch. He turns his full attention to you. Staring into your eyes as he dares you to say something else.

Your heart rate increases and your breathing is becoming more shallow. His gaze is intense.

You debate what to do next. You’re curious.

“And what exactly are you going to do about it?”

“You’ll see.”

Taking it as a challenge. You peel the blanket off of your legs—shifting in your seat to get closer to him. You move so close that your thigh brushes his. 

Getting as close as you can to his face without touching, you can feel his breath on you. 

“Jerk.”

Instantly his hand comes up to your throat. He doesn’t squeeze—just wraps his fingers around your neck firmly. You let out a gasp clearly taken back by his actions. You weren’t sure what you expected him to do, but it sure wasn’t that.

His eyes trail down to your lips. He drags his thumb over your bottom lip and you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, in desperate need of some friction.

The action isn’t lost on him. “Seems like you need something.” His tone is mocking.

You don’t give him the satisfaction. Saying nothing, you move your eyes over his face—taking in every inch of it. It’s clear that you aren’t the only one experiencing this sensation. 

Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you lean forward and smash your lips onto his. He immediately kisses you back.

With his hands still around your throat, he is unyielding. His mouth moves hungrily over yours. It’s sloppy and wet. He applies the slightest bit of pressure to your neck causing you to gasp—your mouth falling open. He takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. 

You feel yourself being lifted into his lap. As you straddle him your chest is pressed against his and you use your new position to grind yourself into his lap.

“Look at you, so fucking filthy. You don’t even know me.” All you offer in response is a whimper. “It’s okay, I'm going to take care of you.”

Duff places his palms under your thighs as he stands from the couch. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you wherever.

He makes his way up the stairs, and into his room. It’s not what you expected. Very clean, mostly dark colors. It smells like him.

He throws you down on the bed. It’s soft and plush under your skin. 

“Stand up.” He orders. You shakily move onto your knees and then stand tall on his bed.

He takes your top off, leaving you in just your bra. He’s so close, his fingers tracing over your exposed skin. Then they move behind you to unclasp your bra. It falls and you use your foot to kick it off the bed. 

He looks up at you for a second before he turns his attention to your breasts. Taking two handfuls, he palms and massages them. Sucking and licking at your nipples.

The warmth and wetness of his tongue has you squirming under his touch. You run your hands through his hair. 

Removing his hands from your tits, he slides them down your sides and over your ass. With his mouth still on your nipples, he is unbuttoning your pants and dragging them down along with your underwear.

With your bottoms around your ankles, he leads you back down onto your back to lay on his bed. He fully removes your last bit of clothing, leaving you bare beneath his gaze. 

You don’t shy away from it. Instead you open your legs wider giving him a full view of between your legs. Glistening and needy.

The action elicits a groan from Duff. He takes hold of your leg and flips you onto your stomach. 

“Don’t think I forgot how we got here in the first place.” His voice sends a shiver down your body, all the way to your center.

He grabs your waist pulling you on your knees—face down, ass up.

“I’m gonna fuck this sweet little pussy and then you’re going to use that smart mouth of yours to clean me up. Do you understand?” At first you don’t answer, you are clouded by your need and the anticipation. It wasn’t until you felt a sharp sting on your ass that you cried out. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” You sounded like you were already in tears.

“Good.”

Biting your lip, you hear the sound of his zipper coming undone. Just as you were about to take a look behind you to see what was going on—you felt the head of his cock slide through your folds.

“Oh fuck—” It’s breathless and you let your eyes close. Hands gripping the sheets.

“Oh my fuck—” It’s all you can say as you feel him sink into you. No warning. No time to adjust.

His pace is punishing right from the start and you can’t help yourself. With each thrust you feel like all the air is being knocked out of your lungs. The cries are uncontrollable.

Then you feel your upper body being lifted off the sheets. Duff slides his arm under you and brings your back to meet his chest.

“You have to shut up.” He says before covering your mouth with his other hand.

Your cries are muffled but the echoes of skin slapping permeates the room. 

“Geez you’re gripping me so fucking tight.” His voice is strained as he tries to keep a steady pace.

His words only succeed in making you wetter. Your juices spilling out of you and running down the length of his cock.

“Making such a fucking mess. But it’s okay ‘cause you’re gonna clean it.”

All you can manage is a pitiful “mhm”, too busy being pounded with head spinning intensity.

Duff slides his hand down to your clit, working it in circles. “Are you gonna cum on my cock?” He takes his hand from your mouth.

But there’s no answer.

He halts his movements entirely. This quickly gets your attention. “Noo, please don’t stop.” It’s a pathetic cry.

“Then answer me.”

“Yes yes I’m gonna cum all over it please.”

Satisfied, he resumes, this time even faster. He circles your clit like he’s on a mission–and he is.

You can feel it coming. So can he.

When you do explode you grip him impossibly tight, he can’t even move.

You quiver and spasm around him. Your walls contracting, milking him.

He doesn’t even have to move, you're finishing him off inside you. His groans are guttural and deep from his chest.

“Holy—” Sweat prickles at his hairline as he spills inside you. 

As soon as he stops holding you up, you collapse onto the bed. Duff winces as he slides out of you.

It’s the best you’ve ever felt. But you barely get a chance to revel in it before you feel a smack on your ass. 

“You’re not done, remember?”

Turning to face him you see his cock still hard. It’s a mess of both of you. It’s also the first time you get a good look at it. Long, with veins running up the length—head bulbous and pink. Your mouth waters.

You waste no time, kneeling on the bed, thighs shaking. You take him into your mouth.

“Mmm” it’s muffled as you engulf him.

Duff throws his head back. You take your time licking up everything that is left on his cock, making sure to leave him as clean as possible. 

Just as you pop your mouth off him to leave a kiss on his tip—you hear the front door close.

Your eyes go wide as if they were going to pop out of your head. 

“Oh noo.” You say panicked.

He scoops you up onto your feet. 

“Shit!” He says as he collects all your clothes off the floor. 

He hands you your shirt so you can put it over your head while he helps you into your underwear and pants. 

“My bra!” You say with worry—eyes darting around to find it.

“Just forget it. You’re fine” He is quickly forcing himself into his jeans. He finds his shirt and throws it on. 

“Come on.” He reaches for your hand and the two of you scurry to the bedroom door. 

He opens it slowly, his head peeking out to check the hallway for his parents. 

Once he sees that the coast is clear he squeezes your hand tightly in his and he leads you to his music room. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you hear footsteps ascending the stairs.

Mrs. McKagan calls out for you but you don’t answer.

When you make it to the music room, Duff closes the door behind you and hurriedly picks up his bass.

He begins to tug at the strings in an attempt to create some noise. 

Both of your eyes dart to the door as it swings open.

“There you are. I was wondering where you were.” Mrs. McKagan informs you with a smile on her face.

“Yeah I just overheard the music so I came to investigate.” You try to sound as innocent as possible. 

“So how was your night? Did everything go smoothly?” She asks.

Your eyes drift to Duff momentarily, you see the smirk on his face. You ignore it–meeting her eyes once more.

“It was great!”

The name alone has major Gyro vibes

As a general fan of quiet riot, YEA IT DOES LMAO

WHAT RHE FUCK

Happy birthday to my sweet discord kitten who’s pregnant with our kids ily

Fic is in the works, has two of my biggest obsessions (Duff and Chuck E cheese)