#“if ur hair is curly just let it be taut!” how and I gonna get everything in the scissor's blades then please

[virigorne]

Having thick AND wavy/curly hair is so fucking annoying bc it grows down and OUT!!!

[utterlyinevitable]

if ur struggling with the conception fic can u do conception hc instead

Sure lol I’ll just outline the fic 😅

Conception - Ethan x MC

NSFW

Ethan and MC were down in Providence visiting Alan one cold winters day. 

It was their first weekend day off together in a month and it had been longer since they’ve last seen Alan. 

The small family of three ate and drank and caught up on what’s been happening since they’ve last spoken and Ethan fixed the leaky tap in the bathroom. 

And while they were distracted by each other’s company it started to snow. 

Which turned into an icy fury. 

And completely unsafe to drive back to Boston. 

So the couple of nearly three years were resigned to spend the evening in Ethan’s childhood bedroom. 

MC had only been in the room once. And that was because Ethan wasn’t around to keep her from snooping. 

Now she got to take it all in. 

The deep blue walls, the dark wooden furniture pushed right up against the walls, the shelves and shelves full of books. His old full-sized bed that she knew was just a little too tall for. The candles nestled atop the radiator. 

“I never took you for a candle man.”  “I’m not. Dad always had a habit of keeping them on the radiator to freshen a room in the winter. I keep offering to install central air…”  “Let the man live.” 

She goes through the few drawers still holding Ethan’s things. She finds an old pinnie from his high school basketball days. MC stripped down and threw it over her nude body.  

Ethan turned around to see her as she twisted her hair in the mirror, toying with the idea of braiding the locks a coy pleased smile on her lips.

“You do know my dad’s downstairs, right? If you’re trying to turn me on… It’s working” “I’m not, I promise.”

It was the truth. 

MC was thinking. Thinking about all the memories this room held for him. So much history. It’s like stepping into the most intimate parts of his brain. He had a lot of firsts here and it’s really weird to think of Ethan as a kid. Sometimes it feels like he just… manifested like this, the old grump. 

“What did I say about calling me old?” Ethan challenged, closing the distance between them.  “I thought your dad’s downstairs,” she challenged right back. “You’ll have to be quiet for once.”  She faked a yawn and opened her arms in a wide stretch. “Easy. I’ll just go to sleep.” “Oh no you don’t.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. His lips finding the most sensitive part of her neck immediately. 

As Ethan’s lips and hands roamed the familiar planes of her body, MC’s mind wandered... 

“I can’t wait for this,” she said breathlessly. “A house and garden. Domestic bliss.” “I’ll sell the condo and we can get a townhome.” Ethan muttered against her skin.  

They were lost in each other. Ethan completely at her mercy and MC in the dreamscape they were creating. 

“Four bedrooms and a study,” she added with conviction.  “In Boston!?” He finally pulled away from her, enough to look her in the eye. “It’d be cheaper to buy another condo and join the two.”  “I’m not raising children in an apartment complex.” The words rolled right off her tongue without a moments hesitation.  

Ethan went stiff.  

Not enough for her to catch on in his change of stance as she pushed him back to sit on the mattress. 

Looking up into her round face, all Ethan could see was glittering eyes, a mop of curly brown hair and little feet covered in green. 

“I want everything with you,” Ethan words were just above a whisper.  

His hand came up to cup her cheek and the other wrapped around her back, pulling her into a tender kiss. 

She straddled him. They discarded whatever was left of their clothes. Their tender kisses and connection became deeper as they fell further into the old mattress.  

“Condom. Condom.” She smacked his arm punctuating the word as she broke away from their kiss. “I want you to cum in me.” 

Ethan knew exactly what that meant. They would be playing with fire without protection. A 30% chance of conceiving. 

“Didn’t bring any. I didn’t think we’d be stuck here.” She looked at him with wide desperate eyes, “Nothing hiding in the drawers?” “If there was, it'd be expired by now. I haven’t lived here in 15 years.” 

She threw her arms over her head in exasperation and utter disappointment. 

Ethan hovered over her waiting for permission to continue, or to stop it all.  

After the longest 30 seconds had passed, MC finally spoke; “So… risk it?” 

And risk it they did. 

They kept as quiet as possible and movements precise enough to keep from waking Alan downstairs. Accompanying the grunts and light gasps were the low, sultry words falling off Ethan’s tongue. 

It was erotic and driving her mad. 

Her hips jumped up to meet his in haste. She was so close. The more he talked the more he could feel her clenching around him. 

And so he said the words he knew worked every single time; “I’m gonna cum in your tight, wet pussy.”  “God, I want you to.” She was breathless, her head was spinning.  “Every last drop. Nice and deep. Filling you up.”  

He reiterated each sentence by driving into her harder, deeper. 

“Fuck,” she breathed. “Keep talking like that... I won’t let you pull out.” “I don’t care,” he growled. His teeth latching onto her taut nipple.  “Ethan…” she gasped at the sensation of the trifecta. “Deeper.” 

MC was on a cloud higher than 9. The pleasing sensations overwhelming her. So much so that she didn’t catch his last comment. 

Until it registered. 

And they had to stop. 

“Stop.” She commanded, keeping them both frozen in place. 

Ethan pulled away to look at her, concern etched all over his features. 

Her eyes were wide and confused; trying to make sense of this through her haze. He couldn’t actually be suggesting...  

She was extremely weary to ask the looming question; “Are you…” 

He answered with the brightest smile matching the clarity in his eyes.

It was infectious. 

She leaned up to press the lightest of kisses to his. 

It was all the confirmation they needed.  

They kept going with renewed vigor. They were on a mission. 

And when they came crashing down, breathless and euphoric, Ethan and MC stayed in place her hips lifted on a pillow. 

Minutes passed and Ethan broke their embrace;  “I’m falling out. You’re going to have to let go.” “Little longer,” she clenched him tighter. “Rebecca,” he scolded but the smile betrayed him. 

She made a little hmph as he pulled away. 

His fingers went to rub her core, assessing.  

“How much of a mess did we make?” she hummed, relishing in the overstimulation of his light touches.  “Surprisingly, none.”  She wiggled her brows, “You know what that means.”