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last panel in EN: Everyone got distracted.

More Don’t Starve~

So a while back the last issue of the Constantly Obsessed Zine was having a casting call, functionally, asking for people to apply and to send in a little something depending on if they wanted to do a writing or art piece—I sent in the lineart, got accepted, decided to finish it up to post it.

Feel like I should say something else about this...I do love Wilson and Webber’s dynamic and how everyone, Klei included, said the arachnophobe should adopt the spider-child.  Also eclipse allowing for multiple pieces in one submission gets the Gordon Ramsay finally some good [redacted] food response from me because that’s honestly the first update that isn’t them attempting to fix something they broke to begin with. :\

Speaking of eclipse, find it here, remember to reblog, not repost, thank you! :D

Don’t Starve © 2013 Klei Entertainment

Done in Adobe Photoshop.

I thought of a blurb that’s basically just reader asleep on top of Hobie when the gang (Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr) show up and are noisy asf and Hobie shushes them all but they’re confused cause they can’t see reader who’s under the blankets, until she wakes up and peeks her head out from under the blanket and everyone’s like :0 I was thinking they have like a non-public relationship so everyone in the room is shocked lmao😭 No pressure at all and no hard feelings if you can’t! Love your writing and hope you’re doing well!

You are literally just the sweetest, I appreciate everytime you come into my inbox and compliment me and the fact that you put 'love' in bold and italics? 🥰💞💞💞

Here you go, my love.

Likkle Sleepy Darling

Hobie Brown X F!Reader

Hobie Brown was normally a pretty stoic guy—straight-faced with nothing more than a smug twitch of his lips to give away any sort of expression—but, if he was being completely honest, that all fell apart when it came to you.

You, who was the beam of hope in the dark, despair-filled streets of London he inhabited. You, whose smile shined so bright, you could take out a whole army of shadows with just the stretch of your lips. You, who fit ontop of him so perfectly, you almost resembled (no, a hundred percent did resemble—) the last, missing puzzle piece to his heart as you laid against his chest, lids shut and lips parted just enough to allow air through.

His lips tugged up. You were just so cute, he couldn't resist the urge to tighten his grip around your waist and pull you further into him, allowing the blanket on top of you both to further cascade over your head—completely obscuring your sleeping form.

The moment was perfect—

"That. Was. AWESOME!"

"I know right?! We went in and destroyed doc, I almost felt bad for her."

"You know her friends call her Liv?"

—until, of course, it wasn't.

In came the rowdy group of youngens Hobie somehow ended up befriending—half-suited up as they screamed to each other in the loudest voices they just had to muster up the one time you felt comfortable enough to sleep in his arms.

Allow it, he wasn't having it.

"Ayo, you man—" his whisper came out harsh, and whatever conversation they were having halted just like that, "—'low it, shut up."

They all blinked in unison. "Huh?"

Then, Miles piped up, "what do you—?"

He stopped speaking at the same time Hobie felt pressure being pushed onto his chest from two different parts.

Looking down, the man with multiple piercings was fond to find your squinting eyes peering up at him, half-dazed in that cute, little way that screamed the love of his life like no other.

"Likkle sleepy, aren't you, love?"

A nod.

And then, a chorus of gasps all at once—all followed by—

"Huuuuuuhhhhh?"

Yesterday I had one of the best intentional omo experiences ever.

I was sitting at my desk doing some paperwork that was overdue. I was drinking plenty of water and had set myself the goal to not leave the seat until I finished my work. I was wearing my favourite pair of underwear and some light shorts. I didn't necessarily PLAN on wetting but I did put some protection on the seat just in case.

I had been working for about an hour when I started to feel my bladder tingling slightly. I had absentmindedly been drinking water and my two litre bottle was almost empty at that point.

I started to slightly shift in my seat, trying to concentrate but also enjoying the feeling.

It worked for a bit but it turned out my body didn't handle that amount of water well and skipped from "feeling like I want to pee in the next few hours" to "needing to go so bad it starts to hurt" much quicker than I had hoped.

I was squirming in my seat like crazy and holding myself with one hand while still writing shakily with the other one. I began debating with myself wether I should just get up and use the bathroom since I didn't want to be in pain.

But then it hit me: I was home alone. The seat was protected. I could just...go in my pants. I had peed myself in diapers many times before but never in my pants just sitting somewhere. It felt exciting.

So I stopped squirming and holding myself and just tried to relax while staring at the papers in front of me. I could feel the pee inside me slowly creeping up to my pee hole and my hole bladder tightening with anticipation of relief....but it stopped right there and wouldn't come out. Like it was running up against a closed door.

I could have just gotten up at this point and crouch down like when I was peeing in a diaper. But I didn't want to make a giant puddle and I also just liked the feeling of having a real accident while trying to work.

So I decided to just stay seated and push my bladder a little, knowing it had to come out at some point. I forced myself to keep my legs apart and relaxed and tried to continue writing. But all I could think of was the growing pressure on my bladder.

Then suddenly I could feel my body relaxing for just a second and a jolt of pee shot into my underpants. It felt incredible but I instinctively pressed my legs together and stopped it before it could really start. I could feel my wet underpants cling to my skin and warm pee slowly spreading around my butt.

I checked my pants but there was nothing there yet, just a very small wet patch. I thought letting out a little bit might help the immense pressure on my bladder forca whole but turns out it only made it so much worse.

At this point I could feel the pee inside me run up against my pee hole again and again and I could feel my muscles weakening with each time. My bladder was burning and just begging for relieve. I think if I had stood up in that moment it would have all been come rushing out in one big yellow waterfall. But because of the way I was sitting and pressing my peehole against the chair it couldn't come out.

I was fighting a losing battle though and it felt so good. I tried squirming a bit longer and distracting myself but it was hopeless. The thought of my overwhelming need had consumed everything else and I was chanting "gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee" almost involuntarily in my head.

An then suddenly... my body just took over. I could feel my bladder contracting and without being able to fight it my body lifted my butt slightly from my chair and waves of hot pee just started pulsing out of me.

I could feel my pants getting wet and the warmth spreading across my crotch and my legs. The puppy pad I had placed on my seat actually did a good job absorbing most of it for the first few seconds. But once the dam was truly broken my bladder kept contracting and pushing out pee with such force that it left me out of breath.

Slowly at first and then quicker and quicker I could watch the puppy pad between my legs turn dark and then I felt the first drops of pee running down my legs and into my shoes. I could hear it pittering onto the floor. At this point my bladder was about half empty and since I didn't want to make too much of a mess I tried to regain control by pressing my legs together as hard as I could.

It actually worked and I managed to stop peeing. But I hadn't realised that my pee had started pooling up against my crotch on the puppy pad. The sudden movement of pressing my legs together sent it all onto the floor in a big wave that drenched my socks and shoes completely.

I slowly got up and just stood there for a second, enjoying the feeling of my warm wet pants and also being slightly shocked that I actually did it. I slowly took my clothes off and put them in the washer. I wanted to take a shower but decided to clean up the puddle first.

As soon as I crouched down under the table with my cleaning supplies I realised my mistake: I had only emptied my bladder halfway and my body was still exhausted from holding it. Now that I was comfortably crouching down with my pee hole right above the ground and with no clothes to keep my instincts from just letting go I had absolutely no chance. A sudden wave of desperation came over me and before I could do anything I started peeing again, full force, onto the floor and up against my legs. I just sat there watching the puddle grow bigger and bigger while my bladder emptied itself. This time it didn't let me stop again until I was truly empty. Then I just sat there for a while in the puddle enjoying the warmth and the wetness and suddenly feeling relaxed.

The clean-up was a lot but I so wish I'd set up a camera that day. It just felt so incredible and my head has been floating since then. I will DEFINITELY do it again!