This sucks bad but i tried, and sorry its rushed at the end, i couldnt figure out what to do at the end.
Jimmy had slept in later today so I wanted to do something nice for him for lunch. I knew what his favorite meal was so I filled two plates with a sandwhich and some salad and walked on to his trailer that we shared. It was honestly a beautiful day, but I wouldn’t mind hanging around with Jimmy inside all day, I never would.
I giggled softly as I saw that Jimmy was still sleeping like a baby. He was always so cute when he slept, almost curling in on himself. I hated to wake him but I knew how he got when he was hungry. Always frustrated and mad when he was.
I set the plates down on top of the small dresser and crept over to the bed. He was on his side so it gave me full access to his ticklish spots, though he would never let anyone know, I found his tickle spots. I jumped on the creaky bed, surely waking him up, and tickled his stomach.
“Gahh! Y/n?!” He rolled over quickly, his eyes clearly groggy with the peaceful sleep he had. He pinned my arms at my sides, successfully keeping me in place. I huffed as he gained full control over me. Picking my head up from the pillow, my lips met his in a sweet kiss.
“I brought you lunch, sleepy head.” I laughed, flashing him a small smile. I tugged one of my hands out from his and ran my fingers through his brown, swoopy locks. His face fell just the slightest at the mention of lunch.
He tugged himself over to the other side of the bed on his stomach, obviously showing signs of uninterest.
“Baby cakes, you need to eat.” I rubbed soft circles on his white t-shirt. “C’mon, I brought your favorite, ham sandwiches.” I leaned over him cooing in his ear. I had a feeling that would get him up, but suprisingly it didn’t.
He groaned into his pillow, his pale arm going to push me back. “M’not hungry.”
My brows furrowed in response to his words. Jimmy was always hungry. But he did work very hard, practically running the freakshow, so of course he was. He didn’t have the biggest of appetites but he could never turn down a ham sandwhich.
“Nope, you have got a busy day ahead of you and I made a sandwhich, especially for you, baby.” I yanked on his arm, but he didn’t respond, or even move. He only nuzzled deeper into the flannel pillow case with a groan.
I knew there was only one more thing I could do to get his attention. One thing he never could resist, and also a great way for me to get what I want, snuggling. I snuggled him from behind and kissed the back of his neck, gently nuzzling into the soft hairs that covered the top of it.
“Tell me what’s wrong, baby.” He shook his head, his eyes never opening. “Please?” One of his conjoined hands came up to rub his face, Jimmy emitting a low groan.
“I’m not hungry because-“ His closed eyes gathered tears at the sides. He choked up a little. “Because I shouldn’t eat.”
My eyes widened, I immediately brought him into a hug from behind, making sure to give his tummy a small squish of affection, hoping he would realize how much I loved his body but he shoved my hands away quickly.
“Baby, you need to eat. You aren’t unhealthy, you’re perfect.”
“I don’t got abs or muscles like you want. My stomach’s all pudgy and gross.” He wiped his eyes with the blanket. I can’t believe he thought so low of himself, he had a wondeful body and was always so fit in my opinion. I chuckled softly, stroking his soft, pink cheek.
“I don’t want that Jimmy. I want you.” He choked up another sob, so I held him closer to me. I kissed his neck making a kissy noise. He giggled at my actions, there was my blushy, baby boy that I had always loved so very much. My hand trailed back down to his tummy and I gave it a squeeze.
“And so what if you’re a lil pudgy, I think it’s adorable, and incredibly sexy.” He groaned at my cheesiness and buried his face into the pillow in embarrassment.
“Alright, baby.” Jimmy conceded but left his hand on your knee, softly squeezing. You stayed tense. He wasn’t letting up.
“Pass the salt?” One of the troup said.
You jumped abruptly. Jimmy’s hand rubbed up and down your thigh, dangerously close to your underwear.
“H-here.” You stuttered, handing the salt over.
You squirmed in your seat as you ate, conscious of Jimmy’s hand brushing against you edge of your underwear every so often. Your skin was flushed from embarrassment and slight arousal.
“Ya sure ya don’t want me to?” He smirked, pulling his hand away slowly, knowing you would break.
My Type is Homicidal 