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thedreadvampy · 3 years ago
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why do people do the thing where they read something someone's written and then rewrite it in a reblog? like I See You Have Made Art I Think it Could Be Done Better So I Did. it strikes me as really rude.
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revasnaslan · 3 years ago
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love how the gang doesn't even see a dragon until chapter 3 and alduin doesn't appear on screen until chapter 4
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francy-sketches · 3 years ago
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Warrior cats fandom could do sparkly gif edits but asoiaf fandom couldn't do hymn for the missing or five giants just sayin
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Can we please have a snippet from the next fine line chapter? 🥺🥺
here ya go nonnie! 🖤🗡
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scottstiles · 3 years ago
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with much trepidation i think i’m gonna start goin thru my follower list lookin for mutuals in law to follow... i don’t plan on going back to dash scrolling, but i feel like i need more nice and good people in my life, and i’m sure there’s lots of you out there. so anyway yep if you’ve been with me awhile and suddenly see a follow from me out of nowhere now you know why 😘
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pocketgalaxies · 3 years ago
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hi! first of all, thank you for making all these cr gifs. i love them so much. secondly, do you have any tutorials you follow or do you make them all from scratch? i would love to learn but not sure where to start :)
thanks anon!!
i make all of my gifs from scratch but i recently saw this giffing tutorial by tumblr user @kylos that looked v good. my process isn't quite the same but i think it's a great place to start!
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female-malice · 3 years ago
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me when my basketball wives pose naked for ESPN or sports illustrated: 😬🙅‍♀️😓🙈🙈🙈i hate this i saw nothing i've wiped it from memory (omg WHY did they do her hair like that, it still haunts me and i only looked at it for half a second)
me when my basketball wives trade jerseys or hang out in the locker room in sports bras: 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀😳😍*saves it as my phone background*
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thestarmaker · 3 years ago
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I enjoy chopped but man some of the "weird and gross" ingredients are just like. normal food from other countries
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phoibos-querella · 3 years ago
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dyrwoodan · 5 years ago
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oh and this night? well this night i had a skyed rim dream. before i say more: don’t reblög this ffs
it was like an additional quest after dealing with miraak and hermi and all that stuff. the description said something about a final step in becoming hermi’s champion. the objective was to find a friend of your dragonborn who would be a suitable vessel for hermi because suddenly he wanted to possess someone. BUT you had a secret dialogue option where you talked to hermi and you could offer yourself. which is what i went for and then hermi and the dragonborn (i assume i was playing as ravell but i never saw her so idk) merged and he lived inside the dragonborn. very epic.
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thedreadvampy · 4 years ago
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I'm lazy and never get around to deleting music off my iTunes so every once in a while Voltaire comes up and like. I was pretty into Voltaire as an adolescent baby bat (who wasn't) but hearing him now I'm just like WOW what a loathsome personality this man projects in his music (also I've actually been on a long car ride with him and I'm gonna say he came across as bitchy and self-absorbed in person as in his music, although he does have solid DS9 hot takes and introduced me to the Addams Family Musical)
like greatest hits include:
Why Isn't Dating Teenagers Fulfilling To Me As A Recently Divorced Man In His 40s? Must Be Because They're Vapid And Stupid
All Women Are Crazy And No I'm Not Titling This Song That Ironically
I'm Not Sexist My Wife Thinks I'm Funny
My Wife Left Me Because She's A Bitch
[Just Five Full Minutes Of Amanda Palmer Themed Antisemitism Closing Out With Literal Blood Libel]
1920s Racial Stereotypes Are Hilarious
Star Wars Rape Jokes
I Will Sprinkle In That I Think Every Star Trek Woman Is A Fat Stupid Slut
Your Trauma Is Just Like, Really Hard On Me Could You Stop It Please
#like there are some good ones in there#i like Crusade#Death Death Devil Devil Evil Evil Songs is a fun time#but oh my goddddddd Voltaire you're such an asshole whenever you talk about women#and just like. overtly actively racist antisemitic and antiblack#like uhhhh idk if you've ever seen the comics he did in the 90s but OH GOD#there are two sets of Black characters there are some Black American Goths and it's funny because BLACK PEOPLE AREN'T GOTHS THEY LIKE RAP#and they're all depicted as very stupid and talking like the fucking crows from Dumbo#and then there's a bit where some aliens? don't remember the plot just the imagesland in ~Africa~ and get chased by#chased by cannibal ~natives~ with grass skirts and literal bones through their noses#and they're all yelling like OOGA BOOGA#like this comic was published in 1993 i think which is already horrifying#but stuff he's released in the 2010s shows just the same ideas#and when i brought it up in the car he was like I Can't Be Racist I'm Cuban#and I'm like look ok I'm white myself and I'm not gonna deny that America is pretty hostile to latine people#but if latine people can't be racist you sure are working hard to test that rule#holy shit#also on a much less severe more#*note#i HATE the songs he does about dating ~damaged~ women bc like#I Wanna Hurt The Ones Who Hurt You is a great setup for a heartfelt song! but then the stinger is 'because they made you a worse gf TO ME'#The Necropolis Of Former Lovers is like. the PISSIEST song about a legit problem I've ever heard#Get Over Your Trauma It's Making You Less Fun To Be Around is like the WORST take and yet! this man made a whole album on that theme alone!
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livefromtheelephantsfoot · 2 years ago
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tip for people who've never had a cat but would like to: get an adult cat. you've probably heard already that you should get a shelter cat (unless you're in cat competitions, breeds mean almost nothing), but also consider adopting (or buying) older.
I'm actually not saying this because adult cats have a harder time getting adopted. I'm saying it because not only are adult cats usually easier to take care of than kittens, but they have set personalities. most shelters will have a room where the cats get to wander around, or they'll let you meet the cats one-on-one. if you take a few minutes to sit and interact with them, you'll have a pretty good idea of what they're like.
(side note, you can just go to your local shelter and pet the cats in the cat room without adopting any.)
idk this might be really obvious, but i've seen lots of first time cat owners on the internet being surprised about things i assumed were common knowledge, so i'm putting it out there, ymmv and all that
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luveline · 2 years ago
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Would you be at the write a senario where Eddie and Roan spend a night with reader at their house? Maybe Roan's princess room reveal? 🙏🙏
yes!! love u!! I think this is like 3k ish but idk i wrote it in the app like an idiot <\3 ♡ fem!reader
Before the big move, you and Eddie are trying to ease Roan into her new home slowly. You'd worked hard on her room — more than hard. Nights spent covered in paint, other nights spent working overtime to afford the paint, the four poster bed, the big chest at the foot of it for her toys. You'd bought her a wardrobe, lots of new clothes to fill it, and a small mannequin outfitted in a pricey princess dress.
Eddie thinks you're going overboard, though he obviously loves you to death for the effort.
"You don't have to do all this," he'd said, lips to the back of your neck.
But you do. You'd never painted her nursery, never stocked up on diapers or formula or playsuits. You're bringing your girl home. Her room has to be perfect.
Tonight's the night.
You and Eddie stand outside of Roan's classroom. You're nervous enough to shake with it, hands wringing themselves sore.
"Relax," he says, worming a ringed-hand between them.
You suck in a deep breath through your nose and take a step closer to him, shoulder pressing to his shoulder, his proximity a balm.
The door opens, and Roan's teacher greets the surrounding parents with a smile. She starts to call the kids up one by one.
You peek around her arm and your eyes find Roan where she's sitting with her friend Stacey P. They have their heads bent together, and you can hear their excited babbling from where you stand.
"That's her next to your dad?" Stacey asks, eyes half covered by thin blonde bangs.
Roan beams proudly. "Yeah, that's my mommy."
"She's pretty."
"My daddy says she's go-jus."
You wave at her, wanting to kiss her forever and ever for being the sweetest, funniest baby girl in existence.
She waves back until her wrist looks like it might fall off.
"Roan," the teacher calls, "come on, chick."
Roan springs to her feet with her small backpack in hand. Her big puffer coat protects your legs as she slings herself at you and Eddie.
"Hey, babe. Are you excited?" he asks.
She lifts her head and smiles with her little teeth and her tiny appled cheeks, shorn curls falling away from her lovely big eyes. "Yes! Let's go!"
"Alright, hold your horses. I still have to talk to Mrs. Lundy," he says.
Eddie edges away from you. You tug Roan gently by the hand so you're out of the way of the other parents and then pop a squat to be at her eye level, fingers on automatic as you align her zipper and pull it closed.
"I'm really excited for you to see your room," you confide, because while you're extremely worried she'll hate it you're doubly excited that she'll love it. Princess pinks and all the trappings.
Roan doesn't even know what to say. It's obvious she's excited at having a new room too. Whenever she's stayed in the guest room in the past, it's simply been just that: the guest room. Now it's her bedroom, permanently, and she knows that it's double the size of her old one. She doesn't know you've redcoarated it completely, though. That's the secret.
"I hope you like it," you continue, rubbing your hands down the lengths of her coat before taking her warm fingers into your colder ones.
"I love it!" she declares.
"You haven't seen it yet," you say happily.
"I loved it already. Do I get to have Lucky in my room?"
You squeeze her hands. "I thought Lucky could stay in the living room. His tank is so big."
Roan thinks it over.
"He's your fish too now, babe, " you say firmly. "You can see him in the living room whenever you want, okay?"
"Okay," she says.
You stand up because your knees have started to ache and luckily Eddie's making his way back toward you. He takes Roan's empty hand and the two of you steer her out of the side door you'd come in through and into the playground, where a mass of other parents and kids are exiting their own classes.
"What'd she say?" you ask curiously.
Eddie can't hold in a smile. "Oh, you know, things."
"Things!" you repeat, frowning at him. Roan's hand swings enthusiastically in your own. You don't have any patience when it comes to the good stuff. "What kind of things?"
He tries not to say it and ultimately fails. "Our girl's literally Picasso. She wants to submit Roan's drawings for the Indiana young artists collection."
"What?"
"It's just for schools in Indiana, but if she gets accepted they put her picture in a book and they send us a copy."
"Will you swing me?" Roan asks loudly, tipping her head back to garner your attention.
You beam at her because she is literally the coolest child on the planet. "Depends, what does dad think?"
Eddie grins and readjusts his hold on her hand. You follow his lead, and soon you're both gearing up to lift her on the next swing.
"One, two, three," he counts.
Roan takes a little running jump and you and Eddie use her weight to swing her forward off of the curb and into the parking lot. She laughs with every new swing, and any worry about hurting her arms is quickly eaten up by her joy as you make your way to the car.
She climbs into the backseat with enthusiasm. Beside her carseat are a couple of boxes of her stuff, not too much. You want her to have the option to unpack but don't want her to go back to the trailer and find it empty. You and Eddie are doing everything you can to make this transition easy for her.
She sees all of it and gets confused.
"It's for Y/N's house," Eddie explains, pulling her car seat straps around her chest.
You bite back a correction. Our house, you want to say.
"For you room," you say instead.
"Oh."
"Is that okay?" Eddie asks.
She doesn't answer. It worries you. You chew at the inside of your cheek and turn to your purse in your lap instead, digging through it for the first of her presents, a fake key to the house. You're worried she'll lose it, although it's more ceremonial than anything. You have a real one for Eddie, not that he knows yet.
"I have something for you," you tell her, fist closed around the key.
Eddie shuts the driver's door and turns to peek at what you're doing, clearly curious. You open your hand and offer up the key.
"What's it for?" she asks.
"For the house."
You can feel Eddie's gaze on the side of your face. Roan takes the key and you turn to your boyfriend, plucking his own key from your bag and passing it to him with a smile. "S'your house. Need to be able to get in."
Eddie smiles at you. He's a soft looking guy, soft jaw, slightly high cheeks. He still hasn't settled about it being his house — he's thrilled, obviously, but you know he doesn't want to sound presumptuous or cheeky by accepting it.
Well, you don't care how it sounds. If they're going to live with you they need to know how welcome they are, and how much you want this to work as a family and not just as a boyfriend with his kid.
Eddie steals a kiss that you're not expecting, slightly too rough, extremely boyish. It's pretty great, as kisses go; you can feel his enthusiasm.
The ride to your house is funny. You've done it yourself hundreds of times, but it's suddenly not just your house. You've cleaned more than you've ever cleaned before in your life. You've changed decor to be less single girl and more family, brighter colours, rainbow kitchen utensils. You'd even got one of those plaques for your house outside with the number, and, perhaps embarassingly, a stick figure family engraved into the wood. A mom, a dad, and a girl. There's even a fish bowl for Lucky.
Eddie stops in front of it in awe.
Roan had insisted on you carrying her. If she hadn't you might've asked her to let you anyways.
"It's us," Roan says, following her dad's gaze.
"That's us," you agree. You nudge Eddie gently. "You gonna let us in?"
He's uncharacteristically quiet as he turns the key and let's you in.
You drop your bag in the hallway and you and Roan peek up the stairs. Rather than show her your redecorating, you've decided to save the best until last and walk her to the right toward the living room instead.
"I made space for your-" Is it hot in here? You're ten times as nervous as you had been now you're inside. "For your table. For the princess parties. All your toys. And..." You tuck her hair behind her ear and grin at her. "I usually feed Lucky when I come home. Do you want to feed him?"
Doesn't she just? Kids go crazy for stuff like this and Roan is no exception. You walk her across your rug where the coffee table used to be and pick up the fish food one handed, letting her take the lid off.
"Big pinch, okay?"
She nods and gets a big pinch of fish flakes. You direct her to the top of the glass and slide a panel aside so she can sprinkle it in, and then you bend swiftly so she can watch Lucky swim up from the bottom of the tank and nibble at his dinner.
Eddie stays standing in the doorway.
You look at him over your shoulder and he smiles rather weakly. "What happened to your coffee table?" he asks.
"I gave it away. Thought we'd need the space."
"You didn't have to."
You don't want to wait in agony, so you ask, "Eds, are you getting cold feet? Have you changed your mind?" Reality is sinking in and it's too much for him, and he really doesn't want to live here at all, and this was just a big, huge, awful mistake-
"I think this is the easiest decision I've ever made. I didn't- I wasn't expecting it to be this easy."
You gawp at him. "Easy for you, maybe. I'm exhausted."
You're seriously only kidding. You'd do all the work you've done lately a thousand times over if it meant you got to have this, Eddie looking at you like you're something worth looking at, adoring, infatuated, and his daughter in your arms babbling to her new pet fish.
"Sh-sugar," he says with a wince. "I know, babe, I swear. And I'm gonna make it upto you."
There's no point arguing with him when he gets like this. You smile coquettishly and raise your eyebrows instead. "Yeah? Like, a back massage?"
"A really long one."
"Foot massage?" you ask, though you don't actually want one.
It melts your heart how quickly he says, "Obviously."
"Can I see my room?" Roan asks, distraction waning as Lucky the fish finishes his food and swims back down into his underwater castle.
You wipe her fish-food covered fingers before she can rub it in her nice dress. "Mm, depends. Do I get a kiss for it first?"
With terrible aim, Roan agrees to a kiss and leans in, lips landing at the corner of your mouth. You giggle at her and pretend to think some more, "Hmm... I don't know, it's a pretty great room if I do say so myself. Think I might need a kiss on both cheeks."
"Dad, help me," Roan demands.
Both Munson's kiss either cheek.
Your stairs feel imposisbly tall. "Was I supposed to get a baby gate?"
"She's not a baby."
"Well," you say, holding her closer still as you climb up the last couple of steps, "s'debatable. She's a baby to me."
"She's a baby to me, too," Eddie agrees.
Roan's door is closed but easily discernible as hers. You'd had another plaque made, 'Princess Roan' written in pink bubbly letters with rhinestones and glitter.
"Did you make that?" Eddie asks.
"Yeah."
"You did not."
"No, I didn't."
Eddie snorts.
You set Roan down in front of her new room and cross your finger that this works. That she loves it.
She looks back hesitantly.
"Open it," Eddie prompts.
Dad's approval granted, Roan reaches up and twists the door knob. It opens with a resound click.
She gasps as she enters, eyes racing around the room to take it all in. The princess bed with four posters and sheer pink and white curtains with silky sheets, the heart shaped rug, the matching vanity and closet.
The Princess dress.
She toddles up to the end of the bed and runs her hand over the big wooden chest. You've made sure there's a stepping stool by the side of the bed in case she needed it, and sure enough she can't get onto the mattress without it. The puffy sheets depress under her body as she throws herself into a starfish.
It's alarmingly quiet for a moment, and then she giggles.
You smile and make a small sound of your own, arm instinctive wrapping around Eddie's. He pulls it out of your hold to wrap it around your shoulder, lips at the back of your head.
He kisses your hair. You barely feel it, elation hot and fast in your veins.
"It's like a princess bed!"
She doesn't stay in bed long, too excited to touch and feel everything. Her hands are childishly careful when she reaches the princess dress, a brilliant creation of fake silk and beads. Her squeal is genuinely the best sound in the whole wide world.
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You'd been so wrapped up in Roan and her first night that you'd forgotten it was Eddie's, too.
Obviously, they've slept here before. Eddie alone when Roan's with Wayne, the both of them, he's stayed in your bed more times than you can remember, but now it's his bed and you've tried to make it feel like that with new pillows, a new bedspread that isn't so girly, and a new nightstand for the right side.
After dinner — Eddie's infamous pesto pasta with all the trimmings, a stodgy masterpiece — and bath time with new bath toys, you and your boy lie in bed together, silent.
Roan had stopped moving around ages ago. You'd put her to bed, kissed her forehead, said a cheesy but extremely necessary, "Welcome home," and Roan had held your hand until you'd pulled away, like she really didn't want to let go. She'd waited for you and Eddie to close your bedroom door before she'd gotten back up, and you'd listened to her explore her new room and laugh to herself for a brilliant half an hour.
Now she's grown quiet again, you're counting Eddie's heart beat under your ear. His hands mess with your hair, no rhyme or reason to his affectionate touching.
"Is the bedspread okay?" you whisper.
"It's perfect."
"What about the thermostat? Is it too hot?"
"Perfect."
"Do you want another pillow?"
Eddie's hand creeps down your head and spread over your shoulders. "Relax, sweetheart. It's all perfect." You can hear his smile, the hitch in his breath when he silently laughs. "I'll miss your sheets, I think."
"I kept them. We can just put 'em back on."
"I have a lot of good memories in those bad boys."
You pinch at his waist. "Idiot."
"Alright, come here."
You lift your head, inquisitive.
"C'mere," he prompts, catching under your arms.
He drags you upward until you're face to face. You hold your weight off of him, a hand woven carefully into his thick head of hair. He looks quite serious, almost impassive beside the traitorous quirk of his lips.
You put your hand on his cheek and stroke the line of his bottom lip with your thumb.
"You didn't have to do all of this. Everything. But you did, and it's perfect." He swallows and covers your hand with his. "Thank you."
Easy to lean down and kiss him. You wonder if he can taste your relief as your lips part, nose tips crushed together as you wade inward searchingly. His hand moves down to your wrist where his fingers curl and cling as you kiss harder, your lips tingling with a ticklish sort of pleasure. He tastes like the mint of his usual toothpaste and he smells faintly of aftershave, more of himself, an unexplainable smell. You inhale hard rather than pull away, reluctant to sever from him.
His hand roves down, up and down again, his touch leaving behind a blooming heat.
"I love you," you say, too close.
He nips at your lip and forces you back and away from him, lifting his chin to redirect any further kissing as he catches his breath.
"Fuck," he says with a chuckle, "you're fucking spoiling me. Everything's fucking perfect and now you're kissing me like that."
"I'm gonna wash your mouth out with soap," you warn with little heat, words sticky with happiness. You feel like you've just eaten a spoonful of honey. Your throat is thick with emotion.
"You're gonna kill me," he corrects. "Kiss me like that again."
"I'm not kissing you like anything if it'll kill you, Munson. Plan on keeping you for a long, long time."
He turns his face into your hand. His exhale is hot against your palm, worse when he readjusts. Unlike his heated mouthing moments ago, these kisses are sluggish. He sucks a small half moon into the fleshy base of your thumb.
"I love you," he mumbles.
He takes your hand into his again and rubs it up his freshly shaved cheek, the skin soft and smooth.
"I love you too. So much it's- it's sick."
"They should lock you up," he says agreeably.
You drop your face into the crook of his neck and let him cuddle you and tuck the sheets tight around your back. He doesn't complain when you kiss at his throat, not aiming for anything else but this, these kisses and his warm arms holding you close.
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When Roan strolls into your bedroom the next morning with the worst bedhead he's ever seen and Teddy the one-eared bear hanging from her hand, Eddie watches your face pull into a huge smile, his hand already held in your lap. "I think you slept almost as good as I did, little lady," you greet, voice scratchy with sleep.
She grins at you both and beckons for Eddie to help her into bed with you both. "Best bed ever!" she says through a yawn. "Thanks, mom."
You burst into tears. Eddie's only surprised you hadn't done it sooner.
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emometalhead · 3 years ago
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heyy! do you have a carrd or any post which lists your dni or tags to be blocked so people could be aware of it? i dont want to come off as rude, so im really sorry if i did. im just trying to suggest them bc it might be easier for people to take note of that since some might miss your post which might lead them to unintentionally making you anxious (if that makes sense)
I don't have a carrd, and I do not like pinned posts or putting dnis in my bio. I have posted about this several times, giving many opportunities for people to see. I realize just posting and not having a solid thing makes it easier to forget, but tbh I'm not convinced that many people read carrds or dni lists anyway.
You're not coming off as rude at all btw! I appreciate you trying to offer an additional solution.
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roanniom · 2 years ago
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You've heard of love at first sight. Now get ready for, I want to put a baby into you at first sight
If that's not Steve, idk what is
Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
tw: pregnancy kink
Steve Harrington 100% wants to wife you up on sight.
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He first sees you from a distance at the pool, buddying around with Dustin. You're the new lifeguard, freshly moved to Hawkins and lovelier than anyone he's ever set eyes on. The way you interact with Dustin makes his heart swell and when the other teens join around him and start asking you questions, Steve has to take a deep breath because he's already three years down the road in his imagination, driving a station wagon with you in the passenger seat.
It's your third date when he first thinks possessively about what it would be like to have a family with you. You haven't even had sex yet - he's trying not to fuck this up. You make out in his car and he feels you up over the clothes like a respectable gentleman.
But when he gets home that night, he feels his cock growing rigid with thoughts of you underneath him, above him. Of cumming deep inside you and keeping you full all night long. He fucks his fist and imagines how you'd grow big and round and how everyone in Hawkins, Indiana would know that you were his.
He doesn't tell you any of this until a year into your relationship. You've always known, though. Deep down you've seen the look in his eye when he fucks you certain ways. Seen the way his hand presses against your abdomen. The way he often gets horniest after you've all been hanging out with his large group of friends and he's been impressed by how you've taken on a caretaking role with them to pair perfectly with his.
A year in, however, you decide to ask him about it. And you do - while kissing down his body and jerking his cock with a spit-slippery hand. You'd just hosted a dinner party for the friend group and Steve had, predictably, become very handsy with you when everyone left. Fooling around on the couch you just bring it up.
"Do you ever think about getting me pregnant, Steve?"
Steve's whole body seizes and his eyes flash to yours. He waits a second before responding, seemingly trying to ascertain the opinion behind the question.
"Why...why would you...I mean..."
You shush him and climb on top and hover over his lap. You lower down on top of him, your skirt obscuring his own crotch, until your bare pussy comes into contact with the tip of his cock. He inhales sharply, hands coming to grip your waist, because he had had no idea you weren't wearing panties.
"Were you like this the whole time?!"
You nod coyly and peel one of his hands from your hip, bringing it up to rest on your stomach.
"This would get bigger, you know," you say, watching the way his adam's apple bobs as he swallows and nods. You grab his other hand and bring both of his hands up to cup your breasts through your shirt. "But these would get a lot bigger, too."
"Holy shit," Steve breathes, eyes fluttering closed out of sheer stimulation but quickly opening back up because he doesn't want to miss a thing.
That's the first night he cums inside you without a condom. But it's definitely not the last.
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breitzbachbea · 3 years ago
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@channah @let-them-howl actually is that content that interests you
rip to the entire Cullen family when Bella moved in and it was just 24/7 uncomfortable pda
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