#OW x100

[thewriterg]

♡︎naive little pup♡︎

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x afab!reader, Peter Parker x gn!reader, Naive!Peter x Dark!reader, Vamp!reader

Summary: Peter was having one of the most exhausting days of his life and he needed you to make it all better because in the end you were the only one who could —kinktober; day 3—

Word count: 1.3k+

Warning(s): Dry humping, m!receiving, dirty talk, dumbification, sub space, praise!kink, mommy!kink, Peter is a 18 year old senior in Highschool and language

A/n: —GIFs aren’t mine— You guys are gonna get two fic’s today because I missed yesterday I was really sick —food poisoning core— but we’re back now 🤭

You had been laying around your condo for at least two hours now as you lied down on the longest part of your mineral grey sectional couch with your eyes closed along with the your blackout curtains that blocked out the sunlight from your vision

You were a vampire, yes. But you weren’t the ones that sparkled in the sun or burned at the slightest kiss from it either.. well you were kinda in a way

You had This pretty little thing called daylight jewelry it kept you from burning towards your temporary death, you were a original vampire one of the first of the vampires to exist but if you were being technical you were the first to transition along with your siblings that you couldn’t bring yourself to be bothered with

But the ring on your middle finger allowed you to walk in the daylight freely you weren’t pale and your eyes weren’t a crimson red unless you were feeding your body worked as the normal human minus the fact you consumed blood to survive, your blood could be used to heal things, you could hear thing up to a thirty mile radius, you had superior strength and speed to average human being x100, and you just couldn’t seem to die.

You’re also over 1000 years old but you know just one of the side effects.

The only thing that caught your interest in the time of day were a dinging notification from your phone that you had kept one do not disturb 92% of the time tweaking your settings to only get important notification’s that involved some emails from witches that had owed you favors, updates about a spell book you wanted In particular, and Peter your sweet little naive pup

Peeling your eyes open you feel around for the Device when the cool screen finally came in contact with your fingertips you took it in front of your face coming into contact with the mid brightness of the screen

I need you sent 3:06

You’d had read over the message at least fourteen times in the last two minutes it was short a simple but it was so much more behind it and you knew that’s

What’s the matter with my pup? Do you need me to come pick you up Seen 3:09

You waited impatiently staring at the three dots that repeatedly blinked on your screen you were already throwing on your closest pair of boots you could find before your phone dinged again

Please mommy I need you right now sent 3:11

Peter had been a little more reluctant of getting out of bed this morning especially peeling away from your chest he couldn’t seem to let a one man job be done by yourself like brushing your teeth, picking out clothes, doing you hair and makeup

I’m on my way. Seen 3:11

Sliding your phone into your back pocket and not bothering to lock your door you cursed to yourself as you rushed down the stair well forgetting the elevator how couldn’t have you noticed

When you finally reached The parking lot You unlocked your car and we’re making a ten minute drive with traffic five minutes.

ꨄꨄꨄ

“I’m here for Peter Parker early dismissal” You stated to the secretary who barely batted an eye at you before pointing to the clip board with sign out sheets clipped to them which you rolled your eyes at scribbling down the Information it asked

“Excuse me Miss I would really appreciate if you get of your ass and get my kid” You hissed at the women who looked at you with wide eyes picking up the telephone after reading off what you assumed to be Peters’s schedule on the desktop

“He’s on his way mam you can sit in a chair if you’d like” The women warily offered without another word you pushed your sunglasses down on your face from where they rested on your forehead before sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs with your leg bouncing up and down while you watched the hands on the clock move

It was at least five minutes before Peter buzzed through the the double doors as you stood immediately from your seat with your arms open prepared for embrace while Peter fell into them without hesitation

Ever since your relationship with Peter you had been.. more open to physical affection it wasn’t your favorite but you could comfort and maneuver with it well

“Hi honey” You muttered into the boys hair his grip didn't loosen once as he started to whine at the loss of contact when you pulled away while you shushed him softly

“Hey I know okay? I know but we’d be very more comfortable in bed than right here it’ll be a fast drive I promise” You offered to the boy who reluctantly nodded slipping his hand into your own while the both of you stepped out of the door you felt a nudge on your shoulder to see Peter blocking his eyes from the bright sun

You couldn’t help but stare in awe with a small chuckle while your took you own sunglasses off your own face while placing them on the bridge of Peters nose the black lenses dulling the bright sun before you two began to walk across the street

Just like you made a ten minute drive five arriving you did the same driving back to your condo eager to get the clingy teen into the safety of your home

ꨄꨄꨄ

You and Peter had been cuddling and engaging with skin to skin for a short while the only thing blocking you both was your tank top and underwear and peters basketball shorts you’d both taken a shower and after you’d force Peter to eat something having picked him up before lunch you’d been happy to give your pup some affection

You had been watching something random on the Tv finally using the surprise me button on a Netflix but it seemed just to be background noise now as you repeatedly ran your hand through his hair while he rested his face in your neck

You felt small movements on the little of your thigh and at first you thought Peter was just trying to get comfortable but when more than 30 seconds passed and you could start to feel Peter’s breath deepen against your neck making the small hairs stand up you knew it was different

“Do you have something to tell me baby?” You questioned softly while Peter let out a soft whine slowing his thrusting hips against your thighs but not coming to a complete stop

“I need you mommy please” Peter sniffled as he began to work his hips into your leg this time with your hands on his hips guiding them as you set mid pace you could feel his breath hitch on your shoulder

Peter’s arms tightened almost suffocatingly around your waist as your precious little spider continued to thrust his hips up to meet yours and if it weren’t for you being a vampire and having inhumanly healing he would’ve lefts makes

Hiding into the crook of you neck to hide poorly concealed cries and desperate whines Peter panted into your ears by hot breath sobs soon turning into hiccuping gasps when the tip of his cock would rub perfectly up into the fabric of his boxers hips angling to catch that spot every time

It wasn’t long before a startled cry left Peters lips his back arching up suddenly and hips stuttering before he barely registered something sticky splattering against his thigh head still spinning with the sensations feeling overwhelmed Peter buried his face into the crook of your neck peppering your shoulder in small kisses between mumbles of apologies as he still rocked his hips up to meet yours in the aftershocks of his orgasm

“It’s okay you did so good for me baby” You muttered into his hairline bringing the soft covers over his back muttering sweet nothings into his ear You had both fell asleep not long after the only thing on Peter’s brain is how’d he repay you

He had a few ideas in mind.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x gn!reader #peter parker x fem!reader #sub!peter parker #avengers x reader #avengers x you #smut #romance #fluff #i love you #kinktober #october #fall 2022 #geegeeisawhoreontherun #thewriterg

[fandomandangstlover]

mwhehe get cursed lol!!! they r so very fun to doodle. luv makin the curse marks

this is based off of an idea that's basically. hey wouldn't it be funny if there's more cursed items other then The Axe? wouldn't it be fucked up?

anyways ah'm gonna rumble about said items under "read more" because brain won't Shut about it & it's just vibrating in my brain.

spoiler warning ig

Box — Totem of Chances

- curse of binding but Worse. you cannot get rid of it. it stays with u even after it's used & that basically means infinite lives. that isn't a good thing though.

- since box's stuck with it, he's basically just. Enchanted x100. annoying buzzing that turns into painful vibration after its use. holding enchanted items makes it much worse.. like, "it's talking to me & causing me pain" kind of worse.

- he is. in pain. constantly. could barely think, especially after dying. u saw how he was with 2 canon lives. imagine 5, or 6!.. he isn't having a good time.

- starts losing himself the more it's used. starts letting his instincts take over because he physically Cannot think normally anymore. so. instincts it is!

- did try to get the totem away from himself. it didn't end well.

- loopy as hell. a lil insane. he's not okay.

Nether — Crown of Knowledge

- mad scientist? mad scientist!!

- in exchange for knowledge needed, nether loses either 2 years of his lifespan or bits of his sanity. he can't choose which one he loses. F

- could be removed for the first few days of its use. after using it a good amount of times, let's say.. 3 times, it became stuck on his head. it's sorta digging into his head. ow.

- gets the worst headache possible. enchanted but it's only his head. his brain feels like it's being suffocated. there is NOT enough blood going to his head.

- crown talks to nether. its sole purpose is to keep itself & its user alive. very annoying. it's curse of binding if given a voice. (crown does have curse of blinding too because. y'know. curses.)

Butterz — Shield of Judgement

- shield has Thorns, Fire Aspect, Unbreakable & Curse of Binding. all of which are the highest level possible.

- shield influences butterz to want to use it all the time. & it is pretty effective, so.. why wouldn't he use it?

- gets enchanted x10 as well. he got the highest protection level possible. he is stuck with humming in his head & he is not enjoying it.

- slowly turns his view of the world into black vs white. grey started to sound unbelievable to butterz.

- turned very judgemental. he is side-eyein' EVERYONE. he is judging everyone n' everything & will only be giving people what he thinks they deserve.

Lava — Axe of Sorrows [the only canon one]

- bro this man is TERRIFIED of the other cursed item users, minus Nether. Box basically became Immortal & Butterz got plot armour. even Nether lost his mind but had the knowledge to still cause harm. what did Lava turn into? nothing. he's still normal. to an extent. & very much mortal.

- axe feeds on sorrow. & lava is making everyone around him suffer. So. also because souls gets stuck in the axe if they're killed by it. & the souls suffer a lot. so free meal baby wooo—

okay that's all i got rn. hav fun with this!! ig!!

#the engineer doodles (art tag) #doodles #myct #unite smp #balancer productions #c!box #c!nether #c!butterz #c!lava #I don't know how to tag them??? no one on here knows about them so am wingin it #does this count as an au? i guess? #uhh.. eh. why not #more cursed items! yay! au #yeah that's the tag till ah figure out a better name

[theminecraftbox]

Kat! Listen, I just think you have cool older sibling energy. You seem good at everything—I'm obsessed with your characterization of c!prison trio and also literally everyone else, especially in your fics. Which are still some of my favourites ever, by the way. Your posts might as well be canon thoughts and conversations (eldritch confessions my beloved). I had an ask earlier complimenting my dialogue, and honestly, I think I owe that to you. (Also, thank you thank you thank you x100 for your tagging system. You make it so damn easy to find things.)

Elm!!! 💚 you are such an unfailingly positive and fun presence in dreblr and I’m so glad you joined us. Your post-prison content in particular is to die for. YAY I’m glad my tagging system helps someone. Gotta do something to fight against tumblr’s search engine being amazingly broken

#Eldritch confessions is off hiatus as soon as I have time to breathe again #💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

[jendelahukum]

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[capisback]

W H O 

#I don't know why i'm laughing hjklm #this is so fucking funny #it hurts me but it's so funny #was seriously contemplating sending one of these to my bff for valentine's and then I was like no no that's too mean #but I was tempted #it's such a shock lmao #like seriously OW #OW x100 #my poor kokoro #idk why i'm laughing fr #ace's death #spoilers #marineford #one piece #op #cap talks

[deadliestnat]

SOMBRA N BAPTISTE BFFS

#ive been knew but like x100 #also the 'hey mijo' i love u so much sombr a #sombra n baptiste for a mercy rescue love i t #ow shit

[lydias--stiles]

No the little breath Tim takes right before starting his line about still owing her a dance? It's the little breath for me, the preparation to speak and be vulnerable. The refusal to look at her. And then a look, a suave hand reaching for hers. And then an even stronger look when he tries to compliment her but doesn't wanna show his whole hand. Heart eyes x100, sir. Lucy's assessment because YOU KNOW she's trying to find a sign, a hint.

"I- I WANT YOU TO HAVE A SUCCESSFUL CAREER"

The way Lucy tries to keep it light and Tim refuses her to do so by staying earnest.

His "I know" holy fucking shit. Eric Winters the actingggggg

THE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT THAT HE SEES HER IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT THAN OTHERS, THAT HE IS DOING HER THIS SPECIAL FAVOUR, BECAUSE HE LOVES HER. I'M-

"But you deserve to be recognised." Tim is not allowing any man with lesser qualities to enter my circle omfg.

"Look at Bradford moves!" "Yeah!" feels very much improvised and I love it a lot.

The fact that the episode ends on them dancing though 👀

#chenford #the rookie spoilers #now that I've watched the episode and seen some reactions I'm convinced people just love to hate on shit #It was a very adequate episode and a lovely wedding coda scene #And people found the chenford dance short???? Short ??? Girl that sequence was a six meal course #Anyway I'm thriving

[agaywadarchive]

i owe 2 more halloween treats. i haven’t forgotten about anyone. graphics just take me forever. 

#lmfao i also owe brit like x100 aesthetic posts for that meme she sent me #elliespeaksorsomething

[androgynousblackbox]

Also like "It's not hard to just play video games with them" it is for some people, and if you're not the parent of guardian, it's call babysitting or nannying and you get paid for it. It's undervaluing the labor of having to care for children. It takes time and energy, even if it's something simple or "fun" like playing video games or watching movies or TV with them.

I've taught 3-4 year olds. That's mostly just playing games with them that subvertly teach them things. It was fun, and I treasure my work I did, but really, really exhausting. It's like taking the drain of being social at a party or introducing yourself to new people x100 because you're also responsible for their safety, mentally and physically, as someone who has little to no agency in their lives.

Not being shitty to someone doesn't mean you have to spend time with them or talk to them. You don't owe anyone your time, ever, and that includes children that aren't in your custody. Saying no is a complete answer, no matter the situation, even if it's something deemed harmless or not a big deal, and that doesn't stop just because it's not wanting to spend time with children. You (general) just under value child care as a labor and skill set that not everyone can preform. Also, pay your babysitters better. They deserve at least minimum wage, even if it's the neighbor's teenager babysitting for pocket money.

That is an excelente point actually! So many people already think that domestic work is not real work despite how much energy and time can consume, so that kind of mentality "spending time with kids is not THAT hard" really seems like just another extension of it.

[organizationhimself]

echoes of the eye impressions

nonspecific and intentionally incoherent reactions but could still spoil stuff so tagged and cut

1) why is this so scary

2) literally nothing is happening what are the threats here WHY IS THIS SO SC

3) wait a minute how does this w--why does that do th--OW WHAT THE FUCK?  HELLO??  WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM--WHAT IS HAPPENING

4) haha!  i now perfectly understand the entire situation.  i can see why past me was so scared of fucking noth--what is HAPPENING

5) i am a fucking genius (x100)

0) i am the dumbest human alive (also x100)

7) i expected exactly 0% of this, and that is exactly what i expected

8) how?  do they keep improving the time loop mechanics??  HOW

9) -mad cackling as i learn that all along i had the gift of prophecy from apollo himself-

10) mmmmmdont like that.

11) ok so yeah, besides That Spot everything is fine, the spoops are basically all in my head, phew.  this place is starting to make so much logical sense, like i instinctively know where to find the next--WHAT THE FFFFFFRUDE AS FUCK what genre is this?  is this horror?  this is a horror game now.

12) why...do i even have that option?  who would do this?  im not going to do that i’ll die in real life

13) this dlc is like a whole game??  where does it end.  i mean, i guess soon, since i’m running out of places to explor--wait how are there even more places to explore?

14) ok.  yes.  of course that’s what i have to do.  thanks i hate it

15) you know what?  i’ve had a flashlight attached to me this whole goddamn time.  wild

16) ...oh!  i was expecting something horrifying to happen here!  lol and here i thought OH YOU MOTHERFUCKERS

17) OH YOU MOTHERFUCKERS

18) i might just watch an LP or something, you know, like, how worth it is this if and when i die of a heart attack

19) fuck you shut the fuck up i’m not scared of this bayou billy fever dream indie horror game compilation from 2004 disney pirates of the caribbean ride man door hand hook kill bill second life duolingo owl microsoft godforsaken powerpoint BULLSHIT, bring it on

20) ok, this isn’t so bad actually!  i just have to keep a low profile, so--what in the jiminy christmas did i just do wHERE AM I

21) HAHA, YES, YOU ARE TEACHING ME THE THING!!  THE THING I ALREADY KNEW!!  BECAUSE I AM SMART i love you game

22) how is there still more game??  i think this is going to take me as long as my original playthrough, i can think of like 20 things i still have to figure out

23) game i don’t want to

24) GAME, NO, I DON’T WANT TO

25) fuck.

26) SIR PLEASE I CAN ASSURE YOU THIS IS NOT CULTURALLY APPROPRIATIVE SIR WAIT I NEED THAT TO LIVE

27) o-ok!  this isn’t so bad!  i just have to wait until...oh.  what if i wait until...

28) it is truly unreal how good these people are at telling stories and packing totally nonlinear content into a semi-linear progression that relies primarily on your own observations and a bit of luck, while ALSO making every single aspect of the world totally accessible at all times with just enough confusion to keep you from seeing the entire beautiful puzzle of it all at once

69) cannot BELIEVE how dumb i am.

30) i have this sneaking suspicion the devs saw a lot of creepy potential in one of the prior core mechanics, good thing they only used it on me the one ti--OH IT’S BACK.  good.  love that

31) so hey, concept--what if this time, just what if, it’s not in the scary place?  what if this time it’s actually somewhere over here in the nice perfectly well lit godfuckingdammit i know it’s in the scary place why am i wasting my time

32) ok.  almost there.  almost got it all figured, wait where does this go?  doesn’t that just dead end?  sure does, haha how would you even come through there in the firs--wait i know how.

33) and i see how the game’s gonna make me how.

34) oh no.  (x99,999)

#outer wilds spoilers #echoes of the eye spoilers #outer wilds

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

On the subject of the author being uninterested in except as set dressing, The Organization (lol) is clearly supposed to be the magical bureaucracy trope, but there aren't actually any rules or restrictions or anything that would make it seem like an actual government organization. And the rules that do exist seemingly exist only so that they can be broken for dramatic effect but with no real consequences, like with the use of the pure magical poison. The organization seems to only exist to make any actual stakes disappear since they're apparently all-powerful with endless money and resources, who can make an underground sims mansion appear in an abandoned warehouse in the woods in a few months with no one noticing, can wipe memories, can perfectly replace a completely trashed space within a couple hours. Who are supposed to be the good guys even though their method of dealing with prisoners is basically Azkaban x100. How much better would it be if the organization didn't exist and the team were trying to protect humans because no one else was, and they actually had to deal with lack of resources and trying not to get caught. If they all made the active choice to do what they do instead of (literally or metaphorically) falling out of a hole into the organizations waiting lap without much motivation of their own.

Or, like, lean into the fact that they are that creepy and all-powerful. Where does this power come from? Who’s funding all of this? Why are they interested in keeping things secret? Who’s in charge, and what happens to those who leave or don’t want to join?

But no, instead it’s both all-powerful and good. Don’t wanna join? Ow that hurts my fee-fees but we won’t fowce you :3c Oh you don’t want to give us your bwood? Oh no! :( But it’s ok, we’ll still give you and your gang funding and hire you and keep protecting you :)

They’re just there as a convenient way to sweep shit under the rug or solve logistical issues that would actually be interesting to think about. Like, what if they forced the MC to do the tests in exchange for continued help? What if they threatened them? What if the mother was actually allowed to be a morally grey figure who defends the actions of a strange, shadowy organization instead of just being a generic woobie who acts like a kicked puppy when you don’t like her cool squad and dare to not be overjoyed whenever she’s around?

Ugh idk man. So many missed opportunities.

#Anonymous #twc critical

[joyfulhopelox]

"Right now i don’t know if i want to kiss you or shove you off this building" End

A/N: welp i delayed it as much as possible because life happened and i had no time to do this, but i have managed to finish it whilst procrastinating at work (i advise against that to be honest), part 2 (or the end of this library saga) was meant to be out earlier :( i am pretty sure i wrote most of this high on sleep deprivation but i still hope it is enjoyable to read <3

Picture not mine but i cannot find the owner to credit ><

Part 1 | Part 2(end)

genre: fluff (x100) a tiny bit of angst if you use a binocular, University! au/ College!au

Copyrights @joyfulhopelox do NOT repost

Pairing: J-Hope x reader (College!AU/ University!AU can also call it idiots2lovers au?)

Word count: 4.3k words

Warnings: there one bad word towards the end, if you find libraries to give you a panic attack (i know i did when i was in the midst of exams) be warned and i’m still bad at writing fluff but here we go

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“I’m Y/N by the way” you looked up in time to see him smile.

“I know”

Ever since that night, you and Hoseok have developed a pattern, you would meet in that spot at odd times in the night and work quietly.

That pattern went on for the last few weeks of your exam period, day after day, or should you say night after night you would rush to the library, albeit telling yourself it was not for the sake of the handsome man with sunshine in his smile and stars in his eyes.

You had to study, and the space that he had revealed to you was convenient and quiet, tucked away from the rest of the prying eyes. Just you and him on that windowsill under the night time sky. As much as you wanted to berate yourself for becoming so mushy, you knew that from the moment he grabbed your hand and took you to that spot trying to carry a conversation with you but immediately going quiet under your glare that your heart had given in. Bit by bit, even if sitting in silence quietly doing your own work your heart had warmed up under his blinding smile. The warmth of his eyes as they would catch your wandering ones did nothing but make your breath catch in your throat and your heart beat at a thousand miles per hour.

You knew you had it bad.

How could you not? After the first few minutes of him having taken you to that spot your annoyance had disappeared into the night below you, leaving room for the feelings of companionship and comfort that Hoseok’s presence brought with him. A week later, as you had started sharing information between the two of you, hushed and secretive as if anyone would be able to hear it, those feelings were replaced by something warmer and softer than companionship and comfort, something akin to safety and friendship. Now as the calendar marks the monthly mark of having met him you realise as you stare at the empty space near the window that it has bloomed into a full fledged....crush.

With feelings of panic raging inside of you, unsure whether they sparked because of your discovery or because the man in question was missing from his usual spot again. The first time even though you had felt the small stab of disappointment you did not think much of it. After all he was not tied to being there every night, maybe he had places to be, other people to spend time with. For a second you allowed a slither of jealousy to pass through your heart thinking that someone else was getting that warm smile for the night, and in the next second you told yourself you are stupid and shrugged it off. That feeling of jealousy never returned, instead it was morphing more and more into worry. The second night he did not appear you wracked your brain for any information that he may have given you that you may have missed about him not being able to come anymore but you could not find anything. In fact, you could not even recall if he has told you what he does outside of your impromptu study sessions. Worry starts gnawing at your stomach after the third and fourth day that he doesn’t come. Even worse is the desperation that takes over when you not only realise you knew very little about Hoseok, but you did not even have a way of contacting him. Briefly chatting about likes, dislikes, dreams and wishes is nothing tangible, nothing that could give you any information on how you could reach out to him and check he is alright.

The fifth and sixth night you start giving up and assume that he has finished his exams and he does not need to study anymore. With a heavy heart you tell yourself he did not owe you anything, he more than made up for stealing your seat that one time. The time you two spent together in silence studying or the times you would secretly bring your heads closer together so that you could whisper random things and share jokes with one another in the silence of the night.

This created an intimacy which you couldn’t lie to yourself, it made you feel fuzzy inside. That elatedness of being so close to this person however, once they had removed themselves from you switched to an empty feeling as if you’ve lost something that you held dear. And maybe you did hold him dear. No, you definitely did.

But he did not arrive, by day seven you had steeled yourself against the tumultuous feelings inside your chest. He was not coming and your exams were not going to pass themselves. The seat by the window did not seem as magical or appealing anymore and thus you also removed yourself from it. Being the end of exam period, multiple departments had already finished theirs and so you found copious amounts of spaces that you did not hesitate to occupy. Trying to get your mind off of the now lonely seat by the window upstairs you threw yourself into your work but once in a while you could not stop yourself from wondering if he ever came back to check whether you were still there or not.

And so, another week has passed and with that it added to another two weeks you had not seen Jung Hoseok. But that was ok.

Until that one fateful day where you had finished your exams and were preparing to finish writing your last assignment which was due in the late afternoon. It was not a night time study session but instead a daytime one. Today would also be the last day you set foot inside the library for the foreseeable future. After today you would have another few days until your break and you had been planning to head home to visit friends and family. Next term you would switch accommodation as well on a different campus which housed its own library. So all in all, today marked the last day of you being in this library for the next year. It also marked the last day you may possibly ever have the chance to see Hoseok again. That thought made you pause in your step and your heart clench for a second. That just did not seem right. It doesn’t matter, you told yourself and kept walking towards the back of the second floor.

Just as you’d finished that thought, as if life had been trying to prove to you that it did matter, or maybe it had been your heart that had conjured him in front of you, there stood Hoseok. Talking with another guy with similar striking features, and yet the total opposite. Whereas Hoseok had dark hair and sharp features this guy had ash blonde hair, was a bit shorter and had a soft look about him. And yet he seemed broodier than Hoseok who seemed to be smiling and laughing at something. You wanted to be angry, and you were, but seeing him smiling so freely released the fist that seemed to have been holding your lungs and it felt like you could breathe easier. He was fine at least, nothing’s happened to him. That did not mean that you would acknowledge his presence. After all, he’s decided that your friendship and companionship was not something he was interested in anymore so you would not force it on him. Steeling your nerves for when you would pass by him, you tried to keep your gaze ahead of you as much as you could, but luck would not have it and his friend’s chuckle made you pause in your step and your brain to react. And so your eyes turned involuntarily towards the two.

You knew that when you had asked him to sit with you on the first day that you had met, you would either make the best decision of your life or the worst. As soon as your eyes locked onto his widened ones, you had decided- it had been the worst mistake of your life.

The clench in your chest is a reminder of the feelings you developed for this person. With his cheerful personality a great contrast of the seriousness with which he treated heavy issues and listened to your problems, it did not take long for your heart to warm up to him.

Eyes locked onto each other it felt like an eternity when in reality it had just been a couple of seconds, before you got pulled out of your thoughts by Hoseok’s friend calling for his attention. Quickly looking away from him as to not rouse suspicion in your own group of friends you missed the furrowed brows and pained look he gave you before his smile took over as he turned towards his companion.

“Is everything ok?” you heard his friend ask. You wish you had not been as close to them as you had been, you had no intention of hearing Hoseok’s reply, but it rang loud and clear in your head.

“Yeah, i just remembered something important.”

That had been a couple of hours ago, and yet his words still rang in your head. You could not understand what he had meant by that. Did he mean you? Did he suddenly remember something else and he did not recognise you? As impossible as you knew that to be, your confused heart kept yelling that the latter was the case. Sighing for the hundredth time you tried to pull your attention back to the last piece of work that kept you away from freedom but it proved to be impossible.

‘I am going to look for a book’ you told your friend who shooed you away, if only for her own piece of mind and quietness. You had been sighing so loudly that you had annoyed everyone around you.

Walking through the shelves perusing for a book- any book, reminded you of that night from weeks ago. Right now that night seemed quite distant and the elated feeling you used to get whilst browsing the shelves was no longer there anymore. Now you were lost in thought, your eyes not focusing on anything really. Randomly grabbing a book without even glancing at the title you prepared to move along and return back to your friends.

You were so lost in thought you almost missed the low whisper of someone calling your name. Your daze now broken and assuming it was one of your friends who’d decided you had been missing for too long, you turned around. Only to discover that it had not been one of your friends- well he was, but you did not know if you had the right to call him that anymore. Most importantly you did not know whether or not your heart had the courage to call him that anymore. Wishing you’d ignored him but now being too late you hummed in acknowledgement praying that you sounded disinterested instead of hurt.

“Hey” he whispered.

“Hello”

After the awkward greeting he did not carry on talking to you and you made no move to carry on with pleasantries. Instead he stood on the spot, his ebony eyes scanning your defensive form. You tried to reciprocate his stare if only to make up for the fact that your shoulders involuntarily hunched and your chin started to slightly quiver. You thought you could act in a civil manner and yet, your body language was saying something completely different. Unable to hold his inquisitive gaze any longer you lower your head and sigh. You were not in the mood to try to chat to someone who clearly has no interest in your person, and pretending would only cause more harm. And yet, when a low indiscernible sound made its way out of his mouth, your eyes snapped back onto him as quickly as they could, hoping and praying that this was it. He would finally say something to you.

He smiled at you uncertainly. ‘Here we are again’ he cleared his throat. You did not know if it was the tone of his voice which read nothing or if it was the way he kept gazing at you. Gentle and sympathetic, as if you would break if anything short of a breeze would touch you. Maybe you would break, if the anger that took over your system was any indication of your haphazard feelings. Looking at Hoseok incredulously you tried to reign your anger in.

“What?”

“You- uhm you stole my book” he motioned to the book you had been carelessly swinging around in an attempt to protect yourself from any attempt of his approaching you. His change in attitude and uncertain tone almost made you miss the reference he was trying to make.

Instead of coming back with a witty reply, as he’d been expecting, your brain frazzled. You did the only thing you could do in this situation. You sputtered an i’m sorry and immediately handed the book to him preparing to leave his immediate vicinity.

Sensing your hesitancy and seeing your distraught face made his heart drop. Had he done something wrong? As hurt as he was for you ignoring him, he cared so he worried about you more than he did about his feelings.

“Hey, you ok?” he inquired and your body froze on the spot. You could have very easily chosen to ignore him and his question, keep walking, out of the library, out of his life. And yet, something stopped you. You needed an explanation, it was killing you on the inside. You would have tried to carry on without thinking about him for months before you’d manage to go back to some semblance of normalcy. But why waste those months wallowing in what ifs. Why not hear it straight from him.

“Where were you?” not one for pleasantries still you turned around and grimaced at his confused expression.

“What do you mean where was i? I told you where i would be” he responded, his brows furrowing. “No you didn’t” you insisted crossing your arms in front of you as if in an attempt to cover your weakness. “I haven’t got a clue what you are talking about, i haven’t seen you here in weeks” trying to tone down the desperation in your voice you blurted out the first words that came to mind, only to regret that decision a moment later.

“That is because i have not been in here in weeks” he had the nerve to look sheepish.

“And you have the nerve to tell me i would know where you were?” he opened his mouth to reply but you carried on, not trusting yourself to be able to get your thoughts and feelings out in the open at a later date. “ I waited to talk to you, i wanted to talk to you….no, i needed to talk to you. And because of that my past few weeks of exams have been spent thinking about whether or not i should go look for you or if i should just give up and leave a….”

Note!

Realisation dawned on you, he had tried to reach out to you. In the only way he could, considering that you had not shared any personal contacts with each other. He had left a note, just as you have done. And just as before, the note had probably fallen down in a place where you had completely missed it. Not responding to him, you grabbed his hand trying to ignore the feeling of coming home that it gave you and headed for the lifts. Pushing the button towards your tower you shushed him as soon as he tried to say your name.

“Where exactly are we going?” you would have laughed at the repetitiveness of the situation if not for the slight anger at your own stupidity and embarrassment at the fact that you had not let go of his hand and you did not intend to. It seemed like neither was he.

Reaching the tower, you headed straight for the window you had called yours and Hoseok’s up until a few months ago. Coming to an abrupt stop, causing Hoseok to bump into your back you turned around and finally addressed him. “We’re both idiots” you chuckled to yourself.

He observed you for a few seconds, his dark eyes taking in every little detail of your features as if committing them to memory before finally coming to settle onto your own eyes. Staring at each other you couldn’t take his gaze anymore so you turned around, figuring that you may just as well look for the note that had been left for you to miss apparently.

Scouring the area and only turning around once you found the crumpled piece of paper in between the foot of the desk you had been using and the wall. “What are you doing?” he tried again taking steps closer to you until he was a step away from bumping into your form. Looking around he motioned behind him, “I thought you said you’d never come back here” then he looked back at you pleadingly, “or talk to me again” he whispered the last part as if it was the biggest of his fears. And maybe it was, for you it definitely was. You did not need to tell him you’d made a huge mistake in anger when you’d said that.

Waving the note around you smiled at him. “We’re idiots” you motioned to the note and finally opened it. As your eyes skimmed through you could feel the smile slipping off your face and the sting of the gathering tears. “Idiot” you whispered to yourself.

“Ah” he was so close to you now, if you tried hard enough you could feel the heat emanating from him. As he talked, his breath fanned the hair that had fallen onto your face. He was close enough that you were sure he could hear the pumping of your heart, your breath hitched. Not daring to look at him, you stared at the note, your hands starting to tremble.

‘Dear Y/N,

I have tried my best to write the best confession I could, but i am afraid i am not able to express myself in the ways i wish i could. These past few weeks have been a struggle for me to not blurt out something that could have prematurely ended what friendship we have formed over a stolen study space. I do not have the courage to say this to your face so i will write it down here in hopes that by the time i meet you again the embarrassment would have passed.

I told you i cannot express myself properly, as i am writing this my hands are sweating and my mind is in chaos. I find it very difficult to not act like an idiot when i think about you, let alone when i see you or speak to you. To be able to convey my feelings in person seems impossible so here i go….

I like you. I like you a lot.

There it is, but please give it a few days. I will stop coming here for now so that i can gather myself for your response and lets meet again in the cafe next to the library in 3 days.

Yours,

Jung Hoseok’

“So you did not find it in the end” he mused not moving away from you. “ That is understandable considering that we seem to have been in this situation before” he softly chuckled. You would have stopped to consider how lovely that sound was if not for the fact that you were still frozen on the spot, your brain calculating how long it’s been since that note had been left there. A sense of excitement then washed over you. He liked you! He shared your feelings. But that was to be washed soon by the sense of dread, it’s been weeks. And you had not fulfilled his request of meeting him, has everything changed now? Would things be different? Would he resent you for not meeting him there in the first place?

“Hey- look at me” he softly tried to coax you, noticing the slow trickle of tears running down your face. Refusing to do so, you shook your head trying to get yourself together. You would face this with your head up, not crying and taking responsibility for missing his note.

“Look at me, please” a gentle finger lifted your head up by the chin. Your stubbornness prevailed, your refusal to look at him still strong. You closed your eyes tightly, willing your tears to subside. A soft touch underneath your eyelids made you gasp softly, the warmth of his fingertips trailing over the tracks your tears have made. The fleeting touch coaxed your eyes to finally open, your blurry vision taking in the affectionate look on his face.

“There you go” he smiled fondly, never in a million years had he thought he’d get the chance to be so close to you in such an intimate manner. The late nights you had shared together, whereas you were sitting closely together you were always divided by a desk. He tried his hardest throughout that period of time to not blurt out his feelings for you, if only to not make it awkward. Unfortunately, as nights went by and you two got closer and closer together, it became too much for him. He knew he had to say something before he imploded and blurted out how cute you looked when you were struggling to not bite the end of your pen in concentration. He tried to be brave and do it in person for a couple of nights in a row, only to chicken out every time you would share a smile with him or laugh at one of his jokes. So he decided he’s not going to tell you in person, he is going to write you a letter and leave it on the desk, in the memory of the first time you’d met.

He should have known though, the first time you’d met was because of a note disappearance disaster. And whereas that had worked in his favour, this time it had not. He’d written- if you could call that blurb writing, the note and waited for a couple of days to prepare himself for your response. He knew it would not be a positive one. And when he ended up waiting in the cafe the whole day with no word from you, he became even more uncertain. Sadness came first, then panic. Not once had he considered that maybe, maybe you haven't seen the note. Really stupid of him.

He could not go back to the library after your refusal to meet him in the cafe, or what he thought was your refusal. That decision seemed to further the misunderstandings between the two of you. You thought he was avoiding you and he thought you did not want to see him at all after finding out about his feelings. Right now though, staring at your tear ridden face he knew your answer, there was no doubt about it.

Laughing in relief he cupped your face. “We have indeed both been idiots, should have known history would repeat itself”

You knew it was now or never. “Is it too late?” Your meek voice reached his ears and he tried his best not to laugh and present you with the most serious face he could muster. Whilst still cupping your face he rubbed the remnant tears that were threatening to leave salt marks on your cheek. Your focus now solely on him and on his expression, you gulped. He was going to say…

“Yes” you closed your eyes again, suddenly feeling a cold shiver gripping your whole body. You had feared that would be the answer, but hearing it from his mouth whilst his eyes were giving nothing away but a mirror of your own pained eyes. You told yourself you would be brave and take the responsibility. But being faced with the decision of having to let him go for good you could not stand it. “I’m sorry” you whispered, lowering your head in shame. “Is there nothing I can do?”

A last desperate attempt but you had to try.

Feeling him move a step away from you, your heart clenched in panic.

“Yes, we lost too much time. You could give me an answer now?” He tried, this time confident in your response.

A myriad of feelings cursing through you at the same time. Shock, relief, happiness; and all from his words. “Idiot, right now I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you of this building” you gave out a short laugh.

Hoseok was slowly closing the distance between the two of you once again. A shit eating grin plastered all over his face he cupped your face once again and lowered his head to yours until all you could see were his soft lips and all you could feel was his warm breath on your face. Slowly descending onto yours, lips finally meeting in a brief kiss only making you crave more. But as you went to respond he pulled away, the grin still present.

“How about I make that decision for you?”

You laughed and grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket pulling him to you once again this time in a longer kiss.

A/N: I am not going to lie i think i struggled at the end but thank you for reading this if you have reached this point :) when work stops killing me i will try to post the moodboard i created for this and for future fics that i will be writing, i'm treating my journal as my moodboard for writing inspo instead of actual journalling and i find it more fun and enjoyable that way

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[bransles]

in a hypothetical world where either nintendo released hyrule warriors ii: we're using the obscure villains now, or the timeline fractured & allowed octavo to meet his ancestor, vaati, what would octavo's thoughts be upon meeting them ? ( bonus: what would vaati's thoughts about octavo be ? )

for both, they would see one another as a warped mirror; i am everything you could have been, and you are everything i might become.

octavo would see vaati as both a smear on his history, and a blessing. he would feel some shame in that he's related to some terror that wanted / wants to destroy hyrule and craves power and destruction as much as them. at the same time, he owes his own power to them. not his skill with music — that was all his own hard work — but octavo does enjoy his magical abilities, too. that, and he'd be thankful for the great hair.

if he were to meet them after the octavo's ode timeline, this feeling of shame would be amplified x100. had he been throwing his anchor into the sea of history? was he doomed to play the role of the villain if he made any call to action? was it as innate as breathing? at the same time, he would see himself as above vaati. he had done something more with his life, made connections, made friends, followed his passions. the only thing vaati seems to follow is their hunger for power, hated and feared by all, doomed to be sealed away until they escaped, only to be sealed again. he would see them as pitiful.

vaati would see octavo as a weakling — someone to be ashamed of, as well, though for different reasons. they would think he's wasting the power he inherited from them. how could someone have their magical prowess and not want anything more for themselves? octavo is strong, admittedly more clever than they are — he could have hyrule kneeling at his feet. yet, he chooses to just make music? it's a waste!

that is if you could even get them to acknowledge the possibility they may have descendents in the first place.

#TLDR THEY WOULDNT LIKE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH #( 🎵 ❛ hc ╱ thought i felt your heartbeat. #( 🎵 ❛ answered ╱ love letters. #hylianremnants

[ghostnebula]

what type of drunk do u think each loser is (slutty, angry, sad, etc.)

Stan and Eddie, sober priss(es) extraordinaire, are both very slutty drunks. Eddie hits the slutty drunk level around drink 3 (owing partially to the fact that he’s a lightweight and partially to the fact that he’s slightly less reserved than Stan while sober anyway. Slutty Eddie likes to dance. Is he good at it? Not necessarily. Does he have the hips for it? Fuck yeah. Does it turn Richie on every fucking time without fail? You bet your ass. Eddie only really dances for Richie anyway. Other people who have to witness it are just collateral damage. He’s just after Richie’s attention and weirdly confident about the affair.

Stan hits the slutty range around drink 5 or 6, depending on the type of alcohol/alcohol content. Tequila shots have been proven to make him turn into a dirty-talking hoe around the third, but further research is required, and Stan has refused to even be near tequila since their first fateful tryst. Bev has a video of him making out with Bill as a souvenir of the one and only time Stan every touched tequila. It was beautiful.

They’ve definitely had drunk sex. Multiple times. Pretty much whenever the Losers get drunk and Eddie doesn’t end up sleeping with Richie, he sleeps with Stan. 

Richie’s type of drunkenness ultimately depends on what he’s drinking, too. With whiskey or anything similar, Richie is a sad drunk, but also weirdly horny about it. It takes a bit to get him drunk, but when he gets there he gets really mopey and starts seeking reassurance from his friends. It is very touchy-feely, but that isn’t where the horny comes in. He just wants hugs and stuff. The horny comes in where Eddie is concerned, because of course it does. Once he’s convinced all the other Losers love him, he targets Eddie. Eddie assures Richie that he’s very loved and his jokes are very funny while Richie is wrapped bodily around him, and Richie, who has mostly gotten over his drunken misery, is ready to move on, so he’s like, “I’m not sure I believe you. I think you need to kiss me to prove it.” And because Eddie is already a ridiculous horny drunk who has wanted Richie’s attention this whole time, he obliges. For a long time. And then Richie’s finally like, “I’m still not convinced. We should go have sex about it. Just to make sure.” So that’s the typical progression of Richie’s drunkenness.

But if it’s anything else (especially vodka, for some fucking reason) Richie is a ridiculous energetic drunk and still overly-affectionate with all his friends. It’s like sober Richie x100. Very fun for the first ten minutes or so and way too hyper once the novelty wears off. This Richie also wants to get in Eddie’s pants, which is good, because Eddie is shaking his ass to shitty club music for him.

Bev is just Amy Santiago when she’s drunk.

Ben is fucking WEIRD when he’s drunk. Like straight out of book canon, just does the stupidest, wildest, most confusing shit when drunk. Talks in fucking riddles or something half the time. Shoots lemon juice up his nose for some goddamn reason. Someone send help. It’s impossible to pinpoint any kind of emotion with him, but whatever’s going on up there is unsettling. The drunker he gets, the weirder he gets. His friends think it’s the funniest thing ever, and keep pressing shots into his hands until he’s trying to walk on his hands across the bar. He can actually do it, which is the fun part. But that event usually immediately precedes the puking, so that’s how they know it’s time to stop. 

Mike gets weirdly philosophical. If you want life advice, give Mike a couple shots. He likes sweet/fruity drinks, so make sure the shots are at least 50% Sour Puss or something. If he gets TOO drunk, he starts to get weepy and extremely affectionate (him and Richie make a great pair at times like this). He just HAS TO tell his friends how much he treasures them. Drunk Mike is, like, way too smart to be as drunk as he is. It’s kinda scary. He couldn’t pass a single test of sobriety but he can solve all your problems and still speak fluent Elvish (because he’s a huge nerd). If Ben isn’t too drunk yet they can carry full conversations together like that (Ben is also a huge nerd lbr). Just don’t try to make him walk in a straight line. His hugs either get better when he’s drunk or FEEL better when the recipient is drunk. Maybe both. Has made out with Eddie a few times because Eddie wanted to and Richie was cool with it, and who doesn’t want to make out with Eddie? Bev also has this on video. She always seems to know when to start filming.

Bill is the happiest drunk on the planet. He also makes a good partner for Richie when Richie is having a sad drunk kind of day. His energy is infectious. He LOVES to dance, but not in the slutty way drunk Eddie does. He just genuinely wants to have fun and jump around to the beat of a song. Usually the life of the party -- if Richie isn’t the energetic kind of drunk at the time, because then he takes the spotlight. But Bill crashes HARD, and fast. One minute he’s going Mach 5, the next he’s lying down under the bar with Mike’s jacket bunched under his head as a pillow, insisting it is time to sleep. Naps on the car ride home 100% of the time. Does not wake up to walk himself to his room 50% of the time. Ben, Mike, and/or Richie usually end up half-dragging his stupid deadweight ass into the house and helping him get his shoes off. He sleeps for roughly 15 hours after nights he goes REALLY hard.

#Anonymous #ask #the losers club #cw alcohol #cw vomit mention

[eerythingisshaka]

sleepless nights

[Chris Evans x Pregnant Reader]

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A/N:  Just something cute and awkward.  It’s explicit too 

Tossing around in bed, you jab the body pillow holding your stomach a couple times to submit to your needed softness.  Your neck felt tight so you pick yourself up and turn over to the other side of you, facing your snoring husband Chris.  You glare at him as his eyelids are curtained by his long lashes, completely under the sweet escape of rest that you couldn’t catch up to.

“Look at you,”  you whisper in his face.  “Just like a man: have your fun, and leave the woman with the clean up.  This big head child is tap dancing on my phalanges and you just get to sleep all you want?  Last time you’re getting me drunk on New Years ever, you...you…”

“Phalanges are your fingers, you know that right?”  Chris says, eyes still closed.

You jerk with surprise at his response.  “Are you sleep-talking?”

Chris opens one eye before closing it again.  “You don’t whisper very well.  And do you need help insulting me?  Cuz I can come up with some zingers.”

You sigh heavily.  “No.  I wasn’t going to call you any names...that bad.  But it is your fault.  Your son is taking advantage of my good nature just like his father.”

With Chris’ turn to sigh, he opens his eyes up, pulling the blanket down and resting a hand on your ballooned belly.  “We Evans men don’t take what’s not consensually given to us.  And are you really blaming me for providing life to our future son on New Years?  When I know for a fact, when you sat on my lap during Christmas with your family, and you kept telling me you got me a special box for ‘Chris-mas’?  I couldn’t get you home quick enough before I was ready to make you a mother.”

You pinch his nose.  “I don’t think I’ll need to remind you again that I am literally the reason our child has life.  Please sell your self cheaper.”

Chris chuckles warmly.  “You do, babe.  Because unfortunately for you, his shoulders are mine.”  He leans over to kiss you softly.  “As for this kid, lemme have a minute with him…” When he dips his head to your belly, putting an ear to it, you feel a sense of comfort that you’ve been looking for all night.

“I should have known better/Than to let you go alone/It's times like these/I can't make it on my own…”

Chris sings one of his 80s favorites softly to your growing son.  You can’t help but laugh at his put on rocker, husky, bravado voice as he continues.

“Wasted days, and sleepless nights!”  He sits up pointing to you, giving him a nod of agreement.  “An' I can't wait to see you again!”

“Is this love!”  You sing out on cue.

“That I’m feeling!”  Chris belts out with some fist pumps to keep the beat.

“Is this the love…”  You sing sweetly, running your hand along his cheek with the serenade.

“That I’ve been searching for!”  Chris crawls, hovering over you and peppering your face with a barrage of kisses, sending you into a giggle fit.

“Oh...ow!”  You wince, holding your side.  Chris immediately gives you space, but keeps an eye on where your hand lays.

“What is it?  Did I pinch you?”  he asks.

You shake you head.  “I think we just woke up little man.  We can’t have a party without him I guess.  How about you come out already!”  you cover your face with your pillow in despair.

Chris tries to pull it away, but you don’t budge.  “The doctor said any day now.  But if not, we already have an appointment for inducing.”

You fly the pillow at him that he unfortunately catches with ease.  “But I want my body back now!  Have you held a human for 41 straight weeks, Chris?  I can’t breathe right, I can’t eat what I want but I want to eat all the time.  My breasts fit nothing!”

“I know, I hate to see you going through it babe but you’re so beautiful while you’re doing it.  You’re awesome and I promise when the baby comes and the doctor goes to smack his butt, I will be the one to say ‘me first!’”  

You laugh pitifully.  “You would beat our child’s behind for me?”

He lays a hand over his heart.  “In the name of his mother, it’s my right.”

You push your foot in his stomach.  “Shut up.  No one is laying a hand on my baby.”  You yelp in pain again, massaging your stomach.  “Even if my baby stay laying hands on me!  I think he’s sideways or something.”

Chris springs into action.  “Hey let’s try that massage from the pregnancy class.”  He sits back against the headboard, spreading his legs and tapping the space between them.  “Come sit here.”

You roll your eyes.  “Chris, I barely feel like moving at all.”

“You won’t have to once you come here.  It’s good for the baby and you.  Let me help.”

You audibly moan and whine as you crawl on your hands and knees across the bed and over his legs.  His hands guide your hips back toward him as you lay back heavily.

You exhale, leaning your head back on his shoulder, letting him pull your (his) sleep shirt up to expose your belly.  

“Just remember to take deep breaths, ok?”  Chris instructs, taking his hand together at the fingertips over your belly button, bringing them apart, up, then down.  You laid against him like a sack of potatoes just huffing and puffing, trying to enjoy the massage.

“How’s that?  Better?”  Chris says, firmly rubbing his wide hands across your firm belly.

You sigh, pulling your headscarf down from slipping.  “I honestly think this would be better as a titty massage.  Chris, you’re supposed to have oil, your hands are kind of rough.”

“Oh, dammit.  Sorry.”  Chris apologizes.  He looks around the room but you dismiss his search.

“It doesn’t matter.  It is kind of nice just to have you holding me.  Go ahead.”

Chris kisses you behind the ear, continuing his massage.  “Just empty your mind...”  

Your mind almost drifts into a sleep-like state, the soft whir of the ceiling fan creates a soothing lullaby as your husbands fingers skate along your dark swollen belly.  Sleep was almost imminent when something kind of pokes you in the back.

“Wait, Chris?”

“Yeah.  Something wrong?”

You sit up slightly and guess the issue.  “Are you hard right now?”

“Uhhh…”  Chris can barely form a sentence.  “It was just...I like holding you and...you look so great...and your tits are like…”

“Well I’m glad you enjoy it, nice.  So you might as well fuck me.”  You crawl over the side of the bed and take off your shirt.

Chris tries to comfort you, feeling he has fucked up.  “Aw baby, come on.  I didn’t mean to ruin it.  I just couldn’t help it.”  

You pull down your underwear and kick them to the side.  “No, I’m serious.  I don’t want that to go to waste, so you’re gonna fuck me cuz I want it and so we can have this baby already.”

Chris stammers.  “Wait.  So even though we’ve had sex during the pregnancy up til now, this time its supposed to magically induce you?”

You stand in front of him with your hands on your hips looking like a human beach ball with titties.  “You’re cute when you’re confused.  Look at it this way:  you get to bust up in me like you clearly want to and I either cum or this baby comes.  Either way, give me your penis now.”

One symptom of pregnancy that never quite fell of was your ability to be ready for sex at the drop of a hat.  You would argue over dishes or just being so tired, but no less than a couple minutes away from swinging his dick like a lasso whenever you felt compelled.  

Chris looks taken aback but can’t deny his attraction, looking at you in front of him.  His eyes travel the length of your body and his hands then follow.  He pulls you to him, grabbing your ass to bring you on his lap,  You grab a hold of his head as his mouth kisses down your breasts, to our nipples, taking one in between his lips.

“Ow!  Wait, I’m kind of sensitive there.” 

Chris looks up at you apologetically.  “Oh, ok.  Do you want me to eat you out or…?”

You take your hand and reach underneath you, pulling up your soaked fingers.  “All I need is for you to stick,”  you poke your fingers into his mouth, letting him suck them clean, which he does hungrily, “....it in.”

Chris helps you off his lap.  “Let’s try having bent over.”

You feel excited getting into position but gradually the weight of your baby takes you out.  You go to reach for some pillows, but Chris pulls you back.

“Don’t go running now,”  he says seductively.

“No, Chris, timeout.  I need something under me, like my back is not loving this.”  

“Oh, Christ, ok.   Sorry.”  Chris awkwardly dives for some pillows, ass all in your face but he helps build a fort under you for support.  

“Thank you baby.  Ok, I’m ready.”  You prop yourself on your elbows as he takes himself in you slowly.  You gasp loudly, covering your mouth  as you do.

“Oh God, are you ok?  Does that hurt?”  Chris asks, freezing at your sound.

You shake your head, eating the pillow.  “No, I just think I may have came...I know I did.”

“That soon?”  Chris says unbelievably.

You nod.  “Mhm.  My arousal is like...x100 right now so I couldn’t stop it.”

“Do you...want me to keep going?”  He asks hesitantly.

“Mhm!  Yup, keep going.  I got a few more in me, go!”  You say, holding on to your pillow tight.  Chris places a hand on your lower back as he pulls back, and in again, making you shout sensationally all over again.

“Oh, Chris...Oh! Oh!”  You put your head in the pillow as you feel a static heat rush over your body.  Your breath is ragged, trying to multitask with maintaining enough oxygen between your whimpers in heat.

As Chris penetrates you deeper, your pillow support collapses, sending you forward uncomfortably.

“Babe, are you alright?  I wasn’t trying to be rough,”  Chris says, pulling you back to stability.

Your legs are already jelly as you slowly sit on the bed.  “I want you to be.  I just need the right position.”

“Missionary works for you, right?”  Chris offers.

“Not tonight I think.  We should just do it sideways.”

“You sure?  I thought you almost sprained your leg muscle last time.”

You crawl over to your side of the bed, grabbing your body pillow.  “Yeah, well, don’t raise my leg up so high!”

You lay on your side, feeling Chis’ kisses along your thighs, a nibble to your ass cheek until he settles behind you.  

“This is how you got me started in the first place,”  Chris says, stroking your breasts and planting kisses along your shoulder blade.  His beard tickles you, so you reach back behind to retaliate, stroking his member coated with your slickness, gripping his head to rub against your ass.

He grovels against your back.  “Ohh, please don’t tease me like that when I have to be gentle with you.”

“Don’t worry, I can take it.”  

Chris takes himself from your hand, guiding it in causing your body to jolt.  “Are you sure about that?”  he asks with a smile.  He picks up where he left off, taking his leg between yours to steady widen you a little further for him.  You dig into your boy pillow with all your might, cursing him out for being so good.  Chris takes his hand to your belly, simulating the massage from earlier.

“You’re so good, take it so good,”  he snarls in your ear as he pounds into you. You grab his hand mid-massage, feeling the hurried pace of orgasm washing over you once again.  

“Fuck...me...hard…”  You gasp, looking back at his tense expression.  Through the hardness of his face, you could still tell his admiration of you, your body, the life you all are creating.  It all became too much as you kissed him deeply, feeling his energy make your toes curl.  He holds your jaw between his fingers while tonguing each other primitively.  Chris moans in your mouth as he pushes himself deep inside you once…

“Ah!”

Twice…

“Fuck!”

Three times…

“Ohhhh shit.”

You feel a pressure taken off you that was unlike what you felt before.  Your mind became clearer, and your body hasn’t felt so light in months.

“Wow!  You really cum hard when you’re pregnant, but I never got you to squirt before.”

You could barely hear him over you catching your breath.  “What?”

Chris gets up to get a couple towels.  “It’s fine, We’ll change the sheets in the morning.”  

You sit up as he folds a towel to put under you.  When you scoot over to one side, the amount of liquid the sheets are soaked with make you scream.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!”  You shriek, hyperventilating, as you get up.  Chris looks scared, running to your side as you get up to the bathroom.

“Talk to me, but calmly.  What’s happening baby?”

Tears are running down your face as you gulp for words.  “I don’t know, but I don’t squirt and that’s not squirt, I think my water broke!”

Chris does a combo cough and gasp before smiling.  “That’s good!  We’re finally having a baby, it worked!”

“Oh God I can’t believe it worked!”  You say woefully, rubbing your belly and pacing past Chris around the room. 

“Babe, it’s gonna be fine.  I’m going to get your bag and call the hospital.  This is when contractions happen right?”

“Ohhhh noooo!”  You scream, feeling your insides twist that feel like they will end you.  

“Sit sit, I’m calling!”  Chris sets you on the bed and grabs his phone.  Watching him look serious asking for a doctor while stark naked made you want to laugh but contractions took the joy out of you.

When he is off the phone, he kneels in front of you.  “Ok, we gotta time them and 5 minutes apart is the magic number.  We’re going to be parents babe!”

“I don’t want to yet!  This is happening too fast!  What if I push him out in the car?”

“I’ll catch him, but honey, this is good.  Take some deep breaths.”  He inhales, raising his hand, and lowering with an exhale.  You follow his rhythm, taking in air and seething with each exhale.

“So you know, this is way worse than New Years.  Sex with you has put me in more binds than I can count.”

Chris smirks, patting your leg before heading for the closet.  “I certainly can’t wait to tell this story to your parents.”

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[djhedy]

i wish you would write... trojans jean and neil with me, your wife *puppy dog eyes x100*

oh MAN i have a lot of stuff to write

is she wrong? she’s not wrong, i do owe her this.

NOT THE PUPPY DOG EYES MAN

damnit

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