#shut up dipstick

[lil-ms-dipst]

Hottest take of the fucking century how about we dont constantly only remind someone how shitty their interest is. How about we stop saying shit like "[thing]? Oh like BAD haha!" shut up you are not funny. The person talking about their interest probably knows the thing is already bad they dont need you to shut them down.

#dipstick rambles #venting because for fuck sake I cant show off my Lucio funko pop without people going “Overwatch? more like BAD GAME!” like #actually shut the fuck up #i'm tired of hearing it #i know Overwatch is a bad game I dont CARE #i enjoy the game I get to play Lucio #you're not being quirky by saying you hate a popularly hated game.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"Daryl!" you said in surprise, stepping down off your porch. "Not stealing my car, I hope," you joked. You were surprised to see him leaning over the engine compartment of your sedan.

He gave you a twitch of a half-smile (not bad for Daryl Dixon) and straightened up, securing the oil dipstick back in its place.

"How'd you get in to pop the hood anyway?" you asked, stopping beside him.

"Ya left the doors unlocked," he drawled. "Again..." he said, giving you a significant look. He shut the hood and leaned on it. "Yer lucky it was only me."

You laughed and shrugged, a little abashed. "Oops. Well... would anyone really want to steal this P.O.S. anyway?"

Daryl let out an amused exhale. "Fair 'nough. Well—I topped 'er off for ya, since ya mentioned she's been leakin'."

"Thanks," you said, smiling at him broadly. His heart jumped. "I can do it myself, you know..."

He gulped, suddenly nervous. "I know. But—I like doin' for ya though... if ya dun mind."

You bit your bottom lip and shrugged. "Always checking up on me, making sure I'm okay. I'll have to repay you one of these days," you said fiddling with your keys, rounding your car to the driver's side.

"Nah, ya don't..." he said, ducking his head. "S'nothin'."

"Yes, I do. How about dinner tonight? Here?" you offered.

Daryl thought he'd frozen. He certainly didn't manage any words because his tongue felt suddenly dry and stuck to the roof of his mouth. But he must have nodded or something because you were grinning at him again.

"Great. See you tonight," you said, before climbing into your car.

Daryl watched you until you turned the corner out of sight before he was able to regain himself, his heart pounding. Tonight.

Prompt: "I can do it myself, you know." / "I know. But I like doing it for you, if you don't mind."

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[illylli]

Good Times for a Change (Pt. 1) | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

→ All it takes is a twenty-minute car ride for Eddie to start crushing on you.

→ 2.5k words: eddie’s POV, the overachiever x metalhead dynamic i always tend to write, eddie basically being max’s new (much healthier) older brother, reader being a sweetheart and eddie is just instantly awooga heart-eyes

→ a/n: sorry i’ve been away so long! work has been crazy and i haven’t had a spare moment to write :’( i will get back onto finishing up ‘bite my tongue’ and some other fics i have planned as soon as i can x

♫ mood: ‘please, please, please, let me get what i want’ by the smiths

part two

“Shit, shit! Piece of shit.”

Eddie’s knuckles were taut white as he shoved the key further than it would go, receiving nothing but a sputtering engine in response. He burst with a shout, slapping his hands down on the weathered steering wheel, his hair jerking as he raged in the driver’s seat.

This had to be a sign. An ill-omen that he was destined to be stuck in this hellish loop, repeating senior year for eternity. The first day back to good ole Hawkins High, and he was going to be late because his trusty gal decided to go frigid on him.

Despite being at it for a solid ten minutes, enough that he was panicking now, Eddie refused to give up, shoving the creaky door open and rounding on the hood. Did he have any idea what he was doing as he hoisted it up? Nope. But he was damn sure going to fiddle with everything at least once to see if it made any difference.

His eyes flitted between the front door of the trailer and the over-complicated metal innards of the van. He could wake Wayne up; he’d know for sure what to do. But as quickly as the thought entered his head, he shook it out. He wasn’t going to interrupt his uncle’s well-deserved rest for something he could figure out himself.

He always figured things out, in the end.

This time, though, it seemed he wouldn’t need to.

A cream Porsche 911 rolled forward, windows down, allowing a Smiths song to swirl in the air. Eddie scrunched his nose at the sound, turning around to bear witness to the way you, bright-eyed behind your round sunglasses, popped out and half-jogged up to the Mayfield family’s home, knocking thrice and bouncing on the heels of your shiny black boots as you waited.  

Eddie only realised he had gone slack-jawed when the emerging Max gave him an annoyed glare as she exited. Her arm was immediately linked in yours as you turned back to your car, a flurry of words bubbling from your perfectly-poised lips. You couldn’t be more opposite to the redhead, who sulked all the way to the passenger side, waiting with crossed arms as you opened the door for her.

It was then, as you were shutting the door gently, that your eyes peered up over the lenses of your glasses and caught Eddie Munson leaning over his van engine, staring at you.

He felt his cheeks flush stupidly as he quickly brought his eyes back down, hoping you wouldn’t say anything, but knowing you would.

The preppy now-senior who was always voted ‘most likely to exceed’ in every yearbook didn’t belong in a dump like this. Though Eddie’s curiosity wouldn’t take him as far to ask you why.

“Gimme a sec,” You told Max with a tap to the roof of your car, before Eddie heard the gravel beneath your boots crunching as you made your way over to him.

Eddie got to looking busy, fidgeting with the cap on one of the compartments, his fingers staining with grease as he twirled it off.

“Need a hand?” You asked sweetly, and though Eddie didn’t mean to let it slip, he huffed in amusement at the thought of little miss perfect getting her hands dirty.

“No I’ve uh,” he gave a tight grin, pulling at another mystery part of the engine, “I’ve got it, sweetheart.”

You bristled at the term, unsure if it was used genuinely or with condescending intent. “Right,” you nodded, glancing down at his hands, “I’ve just never seen someone use a dipstick to measure engine coolant.” You bent over, tapping on the side of the semi-transparent container. “You can see the levels marked right here; in case you didn’t know.”

Eddie heard snickering, his gaze darting over to your car where Max was hanging out of the window, laughing at him. He hadn’t seen his neighbour smile, let alone hear her laugh before. He wasn’t sure if being the cause of her amusement should make his embarrassment grow or lessen.

“Leave the dipstick alone,” Max called, “He’s going to make us late.”  

You rolled your eyes with your back turned to her, though you wore an endeared smile, and it eased Eddie. Your first shared joke, and he wasn’t even sure you knew his name.

You brought your manicured hands to your hips. “Edward Munson, right?” You asked, as if reading his thoughts.

He winced slightly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Eddie’s fine. Or dipstick, as lovingly dubbed by my nefarious neighbour.” He said that last part over your shoulder, and Max threw up a middle finger.

“Well, Eddie,” you tested his name, “Are you going to play mechanic all day, or do you want a lift to school?”

Eddie sighed, closing the van’s hood. That meant you remembered the fact that his name hadn’t been amongst those called out on graduation day last year. Shame crawled up his throat and he swallowed it down as usual.

He lingered for a second, letting The Smiths serenade his decision as he retrieved his backpack from the van before locking it up.

“I’m all yours.”  

With a content nod you lead him to your car, and only then did he realise it only had 2 doors. Max eyed Eddie as you bent over, pulling the driver’s seat forward. He widened his eyes at her, a response to her silent dare, but also a tactic to stop his gaze from slipping to the bare back of your thighs and up higher, where your skirt hem danced just below your-

“Eddie!”

His eyes snapped back to Max’s bright blue then away to the treeline, coughing awkwardly as you straightened, motioning for him to climb into the backseat. When he didn’t immediately go for it, you frowned up at him, then back to Max.

“Everything okay?”

Max narrowed her eyes at the young man. “I’m fine.”

“Peachy,” Eddie muttered, smiling to himself as Max scoffed. He clambered, with effort, into the backseat, his knees almost coming up to his chest in the tiny car. Max made a point to push her seat back all the way, cramping him further as she gave herself a lot more leg room than she needed.

“Comfortable, Mayfield?” Eddie grumbled.

“Yup,” She bit back, putting her feet up on the dash, which you quickly swatted down.

“Seatbelt,” You instructed, pushing your seat back into position, mercifully giving Eddie extra room to stretch out behind you. He had to hunch over, otherwise his head would be against the low roof.

Morrissey was pleading, “Let me, let me, let me” as you put the car into drive, circling around, driving past Eddie’s van and along the dirt road to exit the trailer park.

You drove with the windows down, and as you picked up speed, turning onto the paved road, Max opened the glove compartment, riffling through your collection of cassettes.

Eddie wasn’t hopeful, but he popped his head between the front seats, scrutinising if you had anything good. The Cure, Bowie, Cocteau Twins; not exactly his taste, but at least you weren’t totally hopeless.

“Check my bag,” you told Max, pointing to the back. She rounded on Eddie, frowning at him with her hand outstretched. He looked left then right, muttering a curse as he realised the sage green bag had been squashed under his reeboks.

Max waited impatiently as he pulled it up, unzipping it before handing it to the girl. He’d gotten a glimpse into your life in that split second: lipstick, a couple dollars, and a whiff of maddening perfume surrounding a small package wrapped in butcher’s paper.

As soon as Max laid eyes on the contents her annoyance faded to curiosity. You nodded, encouraging her as she picked up the small box.

She tore into it, unwrapping a tape with a purple cover.

“Kate Bush?”

You smiled, eyes still on the road. Eddie watched the exchange through the rear-view mirror as he relaxed into the soft leather seat.

“She got me through my freshman year. She’ll get you through yours.” You reached over and tugged on her braid, and she shoved your hand away, but a small smile stayed on her lips.

Max switched out The Smiths for her gift, and though it definitely was not something he’d be caught dead listening to, Eddie couldn’t help but feel his soul warm every time he got to witness someone fall in love for the first time. Max sat back, her glassy eyes wide and reminiscing as she turned her head and watched the trees fly by, the music sinking into her.

Eddie wanted to ask how the hell a senior with an express ticket to an Ivy League college had come to befriend his sulky young neighbour, but he knew better than to interrupt the listening session, a comfortable silence falling as you appreciated the record.

He took the time to admire the way your delicate pearl bracelet swayed each time you shifted gears, your handling of the car so smooth he could barely feel it each time. The realisation finally struck him that he, Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, was getting chauffeured by the most well-liked person of the school.

And no, popularity had nothing to do with it. You were far from ‘popular’; those who were envied and unapproachable. You were the people person: a rare mix of agreeable and adaptable that made absolutely everyone at the very least neutral to your presence. You could pick any table to sit at during lunch, strike up a conversation with anyone, be it teacher or student, and have them smiling the whole way through.

Hell, you’d managed to squeeze a few out of Mayfield, despite her usual stormy disposition.

As the previous song ended, Eddie spoke into the silence before the next began, his hands wrapping around the seat on either side of your head.

“You make this a habit?” He asked, “A shuttle for the wicked?”

You peered at him through the rear view, humour sparkling in your eyes. “This is a one-off for you, Munson. I only promised Max my wheels for the school year.”

“Why is that, I wonder?” He mused mischievously, turning his attention to the younger girl, “You got some juicy dirt on the future valedictorian?”

“Oh, of course,” Max turned in her seat, facing Eddie through the gap in the headrest, over-enthusiastic, “She sells drugs to kids and failed senior year twice.”

“Har har,” Eddie fell back into the leather, wearing a tight-lipped smile, “Great joke.”

“The greatest joke of all is in the backseat wearing his shirt inside out,” She muttered, turning back to the front.

“Hey,” you warned, but your tone was gentle. Max faced out the window again, and your eyes caught Eddie’s in the mirror. “She’s right, though.”

His heart sunk.

“Your shirt’s inside out.”

He looked down, uttered an “Oh,” just as you pulled into the car park.

“Wait,” you told Max, her hand on the door handle. “Did your mom pack you lunch?”

“No,” She replied, as if it were a fact of life.

You pulled your bag onto your lap, retrieving a lunchbox with a faded wonder woman adorning the front. “I didn’t know what you like, so I made one ham and one turkey. There’s also a fudge brownie in there. Just bring back whatever you don’t eat.”

Max frowned as you passed the box to her, caught off guard.

“Thanks,” she murmured before leaving without so much as a goodbye to Eddie.

“Have a good day!” You yelled out the window, “I’ll meet you back here at three.”

She nodded before sliding her headphones onto her ears.

“Is the big juicy secret that you’re actually her mom?”

Eddie’s voice made you jump, and you remembered he was still in the back.

He reached forward, leaving a teasing pinch to your arm. “Are you secretly like, forty-five, but super good at doing your makeup, or something?”

“Or something,” You retorted, pulling the passenger seat all the way forward to give him a way out.

Instead of leaving, he pulled his shirt over his head, flipping it the right way out. He glanced up, catching you looking at his chest, then looking away when you noticed.

Eddie chuckled as he shrugged the shirt back on. “Wouldn’t want to make a bad first impression, right?”

“More like third impression.”

“Hey, third time’s the charm, don’t they say?” He leaned forward to go, but paused, his guitar-pick necklace dangling in your face. “Mommy dearest didn’t pack my lunch, either, y’know.”

You laughed, shoving him. “I’m not a charity worker. You can eat from the cafeteria like all the other neglected kids.”

He felt it then. What everyone else must have, when in your presence. The distinct magnetism that came with this easy flow, like you’d been friends for years, when in reality you’d only officially become acquainted twenty minutes ago. He didn’t want to leave.

“I’m guessing I won’t see you there?”

You looked up at him, and he wondered if everyone felt their heart stop when you looked at them like that.

“You might.”

He chuckled, “How does this work? Do I chant your name three times into the boy’s bathroom mirror and you show up at my lunch table?”

“Or you could just save me a seat and I’ll come find you.”

He wasn’t sure what was happening in his chest, but the ricochet of his heart’s pounding made his breath quiver.

“Alright.”

You weren’t flirting with him. You were not flirting. You were just being nice. You were like this to everyone.

Eddie was trying to get it through his thick skull, but no matter how many times he told himself, he couldn’t believe it. Especially not when you hurried out to meet him at the passenger side to offer him your hand as he climbed out, your free one landing gently on his head to make sure he didn’t bump it on the way out.

“Your hair’s really soft,” you complimented.

“You too,” he stammered, “Uh, I mean, it looks-“ He reached out, pushing a stray lock behind your ear, then immediately regretting doing it without asking. “Mhmm. Yes. Confirmed.”

What was happening to him? His tongue felt heavy in his mouth. A betrayal of his own body that worsened when he realised he hadn’t let go of your hand.

“Shit. Sorry.”

As he let go, a group of jocks passed by, subtlety lost on them as they glared at him.

“Thanks for the ride,” Eddie said, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, “Anyway. See you at lunch. Maybe.” He backed up, feeling the tension in his chest lighten slightly the further he got away, “If you’re not there by second bell I’ll start chanting.”

You tittered. “You’re really not doing anything to quell the satanist rumours, are you?”

“That’s what I’ve got you for, angel,” he winked.

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[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Hi hi! I was wondering if I could request bakugou reacting to male reader who likes wearing skirts beating up someone for making shitty comments(most likely mineta) like readers in a pretty ass skirt just fully wailing on someone. If you’re not comfy writing this that’s totally okay! Love your writing <3

I'm so sorry this took so long! I started reading ACOTAR and it's just consumed my life at this point haha.

Hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for the ask!

Bakugo will always advocate for you wearing whatever the fuck you want, because whatever the fuck you want, usually looks hot as hell.

You've always had a certain...swagger about you. Not full of yourself just, quietly fabulous. Even in your school uniform, you just look...good.

The blonde's shameless eyes have a habit of wandering to you whenever he gets the chance, slowly growing to love the way you style your hair, noting which accessories you favour.

In second year, you started painting your nails, and he soon clocked your favourite colours and started wishing you'd let him paint them for you.

His attention is more obvious than he thinks it is, and you're not ignorant to Katsuki's lingering eyes. You preen each time his eyes linger for longer, swaying your hips with extra swing when he walks behind you.

Still, Katsuki doesn't act any different around you. Rough around the edges as always.

Summer this year was kicking everyone's ass, training in this heat was getting ridiculous, and wearing trousers all day was downright torture.

Katsuki was busy melting into the couch, regretting the extra workout he'd tried to get through that morning. It was saturday, most people with any sense were sleeping through the worst of the heat, but heroes don't get to turn on the AC before kicking ass.

His explosive sweat glistened on his forehead and he contemplates getting up to shower.

The heat, and the previous week of exams has the dorms pretty quiet, so Mineta's obnoxious screech of laughter is far too loud to Bakugo's ears.

'Dude! You know you're wearing a skirt right?!'

Bakugo felt anger rise in his gut like a reflex, he doesn't even know who Mineta's making fun of, and he already wants to drop kick the little shit.

'Skirts are for girls, what're you-'

'Shut your face, blue balls.'

The sound of your voice has Katsuki sitting bolt upright, craning his neck to see you standing in the kitchen doorway, wearing a read and black plaid skirt and a black crop top, doc martins half unlaced on your feet.

Mineta's face is red with laughter, and Katsuki growled as he saw the menace reaching for his phone.

Laughing, making fun of you. Katsuki scowled dangerously, ready to jump to your defence just this once, because damn do you look good, he doesn't give a fuck what people say you can't wear.

Turned out, he didn't need too.

You slid one of your chunky rings off your finger while Mineta wasn't looking, and flung it, with pin-point accuracy, at the top of the tiny demons head, missing his "hair" to clock him right in the temple.

Katsuki watched your ring skid across the room, sliding into the carpet at his feet as you unleashed hell on Mineta, unknowingly drawing attention.

'Now listen here, dipstick, it's not my fault your masculinity's so delicate you feel threatened by a damned skirt and the colour pink. Go project your insecurities on someone else.'

Kirishima claimed how manly you were and soon dragged Sero and Mina into scolding the little shit while you went looking for your ring, now in Kastuki's hand.

The blonde stood as you approached, the skirt gently brushing your bare thighs, and he's suddenly a little jealous of that piece of fabric.

'Oh, thank you for picking it up.' You smiled brightly, knowing full well where his eyes have wandered as you held your hand out for the ring.

Katsuki gulped, placing the warm metal in your waiting palm, letting his fingers linger over your skin as he stepped past you, lips brushing your ear as he suddenly pressed himself dangerously close to you.

'You're welcome, hot stuff.'

You gaped, left blinking at the abyss of the empty sitting room, while Katsuki, smug, roguish Katsuki, chuckled at your back, grinning all the way to his room for a much deserved shower.

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[jackharlou]

Thankful

Concept: jack is away most of the time, but after a little surgery your daughter gets done, he stays home for a few. there he gets to realize how lucky he is to have you as the mother of his child.

"what's with the face?" - urban asked jack as soon as he saw him checking his phone for probably the tenth time in the last three minutes.

"she said abby wasn't feeling ok a few days ago, and apparently yesterday y/n caught the same thing abby has. i've been calling and texting her but she doesn't answer. i'm worried, what if something happened? they're there on their own" - jack spilled out without taking a second to breath, that just showed urban how nervous his friend really was.

"abby's a kid who goes to school. there are thousands of viruses floating around in a little kids' classroom so i bet it's just a flu or something and y/n must have her hands full with abby being sick and clingy to her. don't stress out, we'll be there in less than an hour. it's all good, i promise" - his words did soothe jack but nothing besides getting home and seeing his family being alive and well could relieve his stress.

as soon as the plane landed people started asking things from jack. like checking and approving the pictures from a photoshoot he did a few days prior, listening to a few beats some producers sent them or just going to the studio. he apologized and went straight to the car that was waiting for him and asked to be taken home.

in around forty minutes he was walking through his front door, listening to the very unusual silence. he's used to finding the tv turned on with some silly cartoon playing, his baby asleep wherever she passes out or playing with new toys that you couldn't help but buy when you went out because you thought they were "cute and fun for her", but you both knew than in a matter of days she would ditch them and go back to her favorite ones, so he quickly ran upstairs, and was able to finally breath after hearing his little girl's sweet voice coming from the walk in closet.

"wed dipstick, mommy?" - he saw her ask for when he finally laid eyes on his little family. you sat up straight, opened a drawer and got a hand full of lipsticks.

"mommy doesn't have red lipsticks because i don't use them but i have these pretty pink and brown ones, are these ok for you?" - you asked in a raspy voice that showed him how sick you were.

"it ok" - she said happily and took her time to choose the one she liked the most, while her daddy recorded the scene without them knowing. when she chose the one she felt matched better with the green eyeshadow, thick eyeliner and heavy blush, she applied it the best she could on you - "done, mommy. you dook beawtiful"

"she does look beautiful, baby" - jack said making the both of you jump and turn your heads to the door, finding there the love of your lives.

"daddy!" -she yelled and quickly jumped in his hold, being received by the tightest hug that physically proved how bad he missed his little one while being away.

"hi, my beautiful princess. are you feeling better now?" - he asked while rubbing his thumb on her cheeks.

"yes. mommy gave me some tisgusting mewdicine" - she said making a funny face, making her dad laugh.

"i'm sure it was, honey, but it made you feel better and that's what matters. mommy gave that to you because she wants you to be healthy so you can go to school and play with all your friends"

"you see how pewtty mommy dooks?" - she made her dad put her down again and ran to you, grabbing your face to show jack her masterpiece, looking so happy and proud about it.

"mommy always looks beautiful but you managed to make her extra extra beautiful. you're an artist"

"like you, daddy" - she said with the biggest smile on her face.

He managed to get her to play in the living room with her toys while watching her favorite movie of the week, so he could pay attention to you.

"you do look beautiful" - he said trying to hold a laugh.

"oh, shut up" - you murmured slowly getting up from the floor after finishing putting away the makeup and brushes abby used.

"how are you feeling?" - he asked concerned, seeing how red your eyes were and hearing how raspy your voice got.

"like shit" - you answered before he pulled you into his embrace and held you tight - "don't kiss me"

"why?"

"because i don't need you to be sick too" - you murmured with your face buried in the crock of his neck, enjoying the little bits of him your nose let you smell.

"i couldn't give three fucks about that" - he said. he moved you so now you were face to face. while your arms were surrounding his body, his hands were cupping your face and pulling you closer to him, making your lips join his - "i've missed you like crazy" - he murmured against your lips, making you smile - "i've missed you and all your germs" - he said after pulling back with red lipstick all over his mouth.

after two days, you and abby were more than ready to face the world again, which meant she could go back to school.

"have a good day, baby, be good and nice" - you told her before jack opened the backseat door and walked her to her classroom.

as soon as he entered the car he said - "she's so cute, i can't believe we..." - he was interrupted by an unexpected sneeze - "... did that"

he looked at you with a guilty face, which was answered with a bad look from you, making him smile with guiltiness all over his face - "stop at the pharmacy on the way home"

the next few days abby played nurse and you were "THE jack harlow's doctor" as he called you. of course he was way more dramatic that your toodler.

less than two months later abby went down again, now with a tonsillitis. you knew it wasn't normal for your child to be getting sick so often, so you took her to her doctor. you walked out of that place with an appointment to have her tonsils removed, thing that made you tear up already. abby was calmed down by the doctor when he told her she could eat all the ice cream she wanted. there he won her, but when he told you about the after care and how difficult it could be to both, you and her, you got scared, but it was something that could help her, so it needed to be done as soon as possible.

after telling jack, he made sure his schedule was cleared for three weeks, starting the day prior to her surgery.

"wow, abby, you're such a grown up" - jack told her after helping her put on her hospital gown.

"i am. i am a big and bwave" - she said with her sweet, and congested, voice.

you two kissed her a little less than a million times before a nurse came to take her.

"we have a bunch of balloons over there, do you wanna come with me to help me inflate them?" - the nurse asked your innocent baby, the one who said yes and started making conversation with the woman in the blue scrubs.

"i'm scared" - you admitted to jack.

he sat on a chair and pulled you, making you sit on top of him. he held you tight and caressed your body - "it's all going to be ok, she's as strong as her mommy" - you kissed his lips and rested on his shoulder.

in less than an hour your girl was brought back to you, so you just sat and waited for her to wake up. when she did, jack had to pull his phone to record her, so he could show her and your family later.

"mommy, i feel weidd. i'm scawed" - she said crying, not understanding why she was feeling like that. you could only lean down and hold her tight, silently cleaning your own tears with your thumb. you felt guilty for putting your baby through this, on the other hand you knew it was the best decision, but how could a toodler understand that?

"it's ok, my love. you'll feel better in a few. we'll go home and watch all the movies you love with daddy and we'll eat a bunch of ice cream and yummy things mommy will prepare for you. mommy and daddy love you and we're here to take care of you, always"

"i don't dike dis" - she said holding you tighter, if that was humanly possible for a human her size.

jack had to move to another part of the room to clean his tears and not show his baby he was scared too. he was there to assure her everything was going to be ok, she didn't need to see how much the whole situation affected him too.

things were rough the next week and a half, but at the two weeks mark she was feeling good enough to go to school. jack took her the first day back while you stayed sleeping, trying to recover from the past few days.

when you woke up, jack had breakfast made for you and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"i just wanted to do something nice to say thank you" - he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you towards him.

"why?" - you murmured.

"i'm thankful for you loving me the way you do, for giving me the most beautiful baby, for loving her more than your own life, for being our biggest care taker and protector. i'm just thankful for you and our little family"

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jackharlow i try to keep them out of the public eye because i know how hectic this lifestyle can get, but damn, i want to scream so loud so the entire universe can hear how much i love this girls. i'm one lucky man because i got to meet the love of my life a few years ago, and she saw in me something good and worthy because she blessed me with a family.

these past few days have been exhausting because our little abby had a little surgery and she was being a little hard to deal with, but not once i saw my wife lose her temper or patient with her. yes, she was tired, but she always showed our girl it's ok to not feel good, that it's ok to be hurt and feel frustrated.

i'm not around as i would like, but while i'm out there making sure my family has the best life, my woman is doing one hell of a job raising the most amazing human being and i couldn't be prouder.

i wouldn't want to have kids or share my life with anyone else but you, y/n.

here's to at least 7 more🥂

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fic #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow instagram au

[sweet-child]

Hey! I wanted to request a story! Where me and Johnny fall in love. We could be like good friends and he secret like me. And one day one of the gange members asks me out. And that when he finally confesses! Thank you your the best!

Comfort

State of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint

The easing or alleviation of a person's feelings of grief or distress

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in which Steve confesses to a friend, but the reader denies his advances.

Pairing - Johnny Cade x GN!Reader

Word count - 847

A/n - My first public fic! And my first time writing Johnny! Enjoy!

"Bon Appétit"

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Johnny Cade was quiet boy. If you can imagine a little puppy with big, black eyes that has been kicked too many times, you would have a pretty good picture of him. That timid boy, who had a suspicious look in his eyes, had somehow gained the friendship of y/n, the complete opposite of him.

They were talkative, smiled a bunch, and seemed to never fear anything. That caught the eye of not only Johnny, but of Steve Randle as well.

The two were jealous of each other. Steve seemingly had impressed y/n with his mechanic skills, but Johnny hung out with them more. The two boys didn't clash heads before, but now they silently competed against each other. 

“Pony?” the black-haired boy had asked one day as they sat on the couch 

“Yeah johnny?”

“ I uh..well, what do you do when you want to ask someone out, li-like on a date?” 

Ponyboy turned to face his friend “Gee, Johnny, you had to ask me? I don’t know anything about dating.” The brown-headed boy shook his head, somewhat rolling his eyes.

“Well, I know. i just..haven’t you heard something’ from Soda? About dating, i mean.” The timid boy questioned, fiddling with his hands. 

Pony thought for a moment, before suggesting “Not really, hey why don’t you ask him?”

Johnny's eyes went wide, frantically denying Pony’s suggestion, but his denies fell upon deaf ears as pony yelled for Sodapop. Quickly, the older boy entered the room. His hair wet, and DX shirt unbuttoned. “Yeah? What's up?” 

“What do you do when you ask someone out on a date?” 

“Why?” Soda raised an eyebrow, “You interested in someone?” 

Ponyboy shook his head no, “I'm not, but Johnny here is,” he used his thumb to point toward Johnny. The boy’s cheeks turned a gentle shade of light pink, as he was embarrassed. 

“Well, who is it,” Sodapop asked, starting to button up his work shirt. 

Ponyboy and Soda were both looking at Johnny now, but his focus was on someone outside of the Curtis house. Soda and Ponyboy followed his gaze to the driveway, where their gapped-tooth friend was teaching their hyper friend how to change the oil in their car.

"So, the oil is supposed to reach in between these two dots.." Steve explained, looking at the person beside him. His eyebrows were raised as he explained, showing his friend the two-dots on the dipstick. “Next, you’re going to wipe off the oil on the stick,” Steve continued, wiping the end of the stick on an oil-stained rag. He put the dipstick back into the tube and inserted it all the way before pulling it out again and showing that the oil is under the lowest dot. 

Y/n watched attentively, and looked at the brown substance under the lower dot. “Is that good or bad,” they question as a few strands of their h/c hair fall into their face. Steve, smiling, quickly brushed the strands out of his friend's face, a tint of pink on his cheeks. 

“Normally, it’s bad. But we’re changing your oil anyway.” Steve shrugged, and continued explaining how to change the oil to the car. It took them about an hour, because of Steve’s explanations and Y/n’s questions. If there was an oil change at the DX, Steve would have had it done in under 20 minutes. He was the car guru. 

When they were done, Steve shut the hood of the car. “Hey, N/n?” 

They turned to Steve, about to walk away. “Hm?” Their head was slightly tilted to one side, watching the other teen with their e/c eyes. 

“Would you want to go on a date later tonight?” He asked, putting a hand in his pocket, and a smile on his face. 

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Y/n took a drag of her cigarette, and looked up at the stars. The rustling of leaves as a warm breeze blew through the trees. Johnny, who was sitting next to them, was staring at the ground and messing with the grass. 

“Hey Y/n?” Johnny’s quiet voice echoed through the empty lot. 

They looked from the stars and to the black-haired boy next to them, exhaling the smoke. “Johnnycakes?”

“I uhm..I-im glad you said no to Steve..” His voice trailed off

Y/n’s eyes widened for a split second and they slouched “You heard that?” 

Johnny nodded, and placed a hand next to theirs in the grass. “If-if its any comfort..I,” He took a deep breathe in before exhaling “I l-like you too..” His already dark cheeks turning a slight shade darker as he admitted his feelings toward his friend. 

They looked up from the ground and to Johnny, a smile on their face. “Really?” 

Johnny nodded, confirming his feelings for his friend. Y/n moved their hand to Johnny’s, grasping it. The boy spoke up again, gulping, “Do you wanna go see a movie this weekend? J-just me an’ you?” 

Y/n nodded, a grin on their face. “I’d like that.”

#the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #steve randle #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #tougherthanyou

[copperbadge]

There's an article on cnn right now about "mcdonalds ceo sounds alarm over violence in chicago", yall doing ok??

Not to be cavalier about it but everyone's always sounding alarms over violence in Chicago. He ought to know that, they're headquartered here after all. What a dipstick.

A lot of talk of Chicago's violence is whataboutism -- it's used to distract from mass shootings, violence problems in other cities, wars, Republicans Republicking, et cetera. I'm guessing either the Chief Executive Dipstick there wants to run for mayor, or McDonalds is fucking terrified that its staff are about to unionize, given Amazon and Starbucks’ recent activity and the near-miss with the rail strike, and this is some kind of pre-emptive move to justify police violence on unionizers. It’s just speculation; I have no evidence, but McDonalds is a massive, exploitative, anti-union (like, deliberately and desperately so) institution which absolutely gives no shits about anything but the bottom line, so they have no history of trustworthiness on which to base an assumption that this guy cares in any way about crime in Chicago. 

Chicago does have a problem with violent crime. It’s not made better by our problem with violent policing. But nobody ever seems interested in actually addressing it in any meaningful long-term way; they either want to wail about it as an excuse to do something shitty, or they want to send in the military, which also will not help. 

I wish these assholes would put up or shut up. 

#chicago #mcdonalds

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

The Jealous One pt 9

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,196

The third time's a charm. 

Tags: fem!reader, silly, ambiguous timeline, Snotlout Jorgenson, Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston, Jealous!Hiccup, Post RoB/DoB, Pre-RTTE, unedited

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“Woah… Didn’t know you were cool.” Tuffnut scoffed and laughed, his shoulders bouncing as he laughed from his throat.

“Shut up,” You grumbled. You hadn’t wanted them to follow you down in the first place.

You were under a dark niche, an overhang on the opposite end of the spire to the one that faced the village, on the side where Mildew lived but this bit was much closer to the base.

The air underneath was moist and heavy.

You’d come down with Hiccup, once. You’d spent the time loitering and listening to him rant, his neutral greens and warm browns looking out of place against the dark rock, while you did your own thing, leaning against the side of a dripping rock wall. 

You’d thought this place used to be something that belonged to both of you, but now it was more just a you thing… or maybe not.

You’d been feeling confused since you’d woken up in Hiccup’s hut in a spare set of your own sleepwear -when did he have the time to go get your sleep wear? 

You hadn’t even known he’d had it in him to care for anyone like that, in such an intimate fashion. You remembered a point in your teenhood in which he would have insisted you hand yourself off to Gothi- Really, the whole event had woken up a large number of twisty curly things and mixed with the slightly sour feeling in your gut- you were almost sure you’d never recovered from your violent illness.

You could still feel it tickling at your periphery, the sickness- It really would suck if you’d gotten sick again.

It had been a cold night last night and so some of the mud below crunch beneath your feet, thawing frost coating some patches and melting snow wetting others so thoroughly that you’d been up to your ankles in the sludge.

Your boots had a thick wadding of it even now, standing in the sanctity of your own secret cave- you own cave secret no longer.

You had your hands on your elbows and your shoulders hunched, and although it was true that you were mad, you were also incredibly cold.

“Don’t be lame,” Snotlout scoffed.

“Those who live in twig houses should not be swinging axes,” You grumbled, “And so I’d rather you keep all your stones to yourself.”

“What? What does that even mean?” Snotlout puffed up his chest from where he stood in front of you- he was closest to the exit of your little overhang, the one you now wanted very much to leave, though you loathed the idea of stepping out into the mud, much more liquid than it had been earlier, when you had stepped down into your crevasse and it had been still too dark out to cause any real melting.

“I called you dumb, dipstick,” You grumbled, knowing he would never take the time to pull that sentence apart on his own. 

He was stubborn and talking to him sometimes was like throwing knives at an impenetrable wall -the harder to work at it, the more likely you were going to hurt yourself- and you cursed him for it.

You also cursed his father for being such a dud- Snotlout would really be better off if he just thought, but wishful thinking could never be anything but wishful thinking and Snotlout was an old hunting dog- no new tricks for him.

“Downer,” Tuffnut scoffed as he hobbled outside for reasons unknown to you though not unwelcome.

“You know what would solve all your problems?” Snotlout asked. He responded right after, without waiting for you to ask, “Get pretty. Pretty ugly.”

You felt immediately more sour, “That doesn’t make any sense.”

You were even more sour as you felt something smack against the side of your leg.

You looked down just to be greeted by a thick wad of wet ground staining already dark grays darker- and at his squealing, you realized that the trajectory and force of Tuffnut’s throw meant that Snotlout had gotten splashed too.

“Yeesh,” You snapped, “You couldn’t have chosen a better time for a mud fight, could you?”

Mud against your skirt, you followed after Snotlout as he fled, shouting something squirrlish and manly about ‘stuff’ on his coat and yak dung.

He stopped right at the entrance of the cave and you ran straight into his back, rushing out after him, which had the unintended effect of shoving him roughly into the mud in front of him.

You nearly burst a lung with your laughter, half doubling over before whipping your head back as a large glob of mud slammed into your face with all the force inertia allowed.

You gawped, using both hands to pull the mud away from your eyes and wipe it off your face, flinging small spatters of it  against the rock walls and floor.

“That one was meant for Snotlout, but ‘eh,” Ruffnut, the obvious culprit, shrugged, her hands muddied, “I guess you’re good too.”

“Oh, Hel! Chief’s kid! Run!” Snotlout shouted. In the way they did when you were all kids and they’d been mocking you and Hiccup in different ways.

At the word ‘Chief,’ the Twins startled suddenly like bucking sheep, tripping over their feet to sprint away and make for the forest as fast as they could, jumping down ledges and bolting.

You gaped and watched as they all ran off, staying standing where you were, then you began to laugh nearly hysterically as Tuffnut tripped over a long slip of mud before falling violently on his face. 

He only just barely made it back into a scramble a moment longer.

Hiccup stood straight just before the clearly-made-worse field of mud, clearly caught off guard.

“Hi,” You said, with what must have been a dopey grin on your face and mud all over your being.

The others- you were slightly annoyed by how they’d run at the sight of the Chief’s son despite being his almost good friends.

From the chilly walk up the Chief’s hill and into his dwelling, which was dark and slightly cold, which must have meant that the Chief himself was still blessedly absent, off on some overseas trip or other.

“I should… Probably go.” You said, turning. You weren’t sure why you’d come up in the first place, the walk you took spent in silence- you’d need to hurry back to bathe so that your waning cold didn’t spike once more.

“You don’t have to.” Hiccup said then, “I was- I mean, I was- You can, then me? Or I can, then you- No- I had Toothless heat up the bathwater, earlier, and I-”

You tilted your head to the side, looking at him, greasy brown hair and all- Toothless’s fire always ran hot and so, ah, he must have gone for some herbs, then- Gothi planted a few at the base of the mountain, and for those with scarring and the right knowledge of plants, they made for an okay blams, which was the point. The old healer had probably gotten tired of the rabble crawling up to her hut over nothing and making their irritations worse.

“We can... Split the water,” You suggested weakly, shrugging crusting shoulders, tilting your head to a large wooden bucket of water off to your side- nearly large enough to hold a person.

You stayed huddled by the fire, your hands to a mug, your lips teasing the edge of it.

You wore a tunic that wasn’t yours, that hadn’t fit Hiccup by multiple sizes but still smelt like Hiccup anyways flopping over your hands- he’d probably used it to stuff his pillow or the like, because it smelt a lot like residual smoke and him.

You borrowed from him a pair of undershorts, too, and they remained the only thing keeping your bottom half from the grained wood floor- besides the soles of your feet, your knees being pushed up nearly to your chin.

The bath bucket, Hiccup had placed up in his room, probably intending to enjoy the luxury of being able to bathe up in the loft. Unfortunately, he’d conceded the right to bathe up there to you, settling for a bucket and washcloth.

The water, Hiccup was too lazy to bring it down as he’d brought it up.

You figured you would figure it out later as you dried, but by the sounds of it Hiccup had probably just ended up tilting the whole bath out his window, dumping the water that way- There was a stain on the side of his house from when he’d done it before and a gouge where he’d cut out some suspicious looking rot, probably a consequence of the undue moisture and fading waterproofing. 

You wanted to puff at it, but you knew you were much too lazy to pail up any water for yourself.

You looked to the side but remained no less stationary as you heard him come down the stairs and settle, standing an appropriate distance away. He was nearly looking at you but his eyes were angled in a way which said ‘not quite.’ 

You couldn’t fathom why, however, unless he was being shy about your dress, though you couldn’t see why he would be concerned or avoidant- he’d put you in his things, after all.

By the light of the fireplace flickering warmly at the fronts of your legs, his hair was more than auburn in the light, looking lighter and fluffier than normal now that he’d washed out the grime, probably with a slight bit more fervor than usual, though you were slightly aghast by it and confused as to why.

You’d definitely felt softer about him since he’d cared for you, sick as you were, though you were surely unsure of where the two of you stood.

“Hello,” You said, breaking the silence which felt heady and warm.

“...Would now be a good time to apologize?” Hiccup started, his prosthetic and the floorboards squeaking as he shuffled.

You blinked your eyes open, staring at Hiccup for a moment. He looked almost earnest. “...I guess so.”

“I’m sorry.” Hiccup started, “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

You shrugged.

“Are you free? I mean, I could start… I could start bringing you on trips with the Riders?”

You startled slightly, the peaceful atmosphere between the two of your disrupted slightly- and suddenly you could feel again where spots of Hiccup’s tunic were damp, mostly in parts you’d done a poor job of drying, you could feel the few bits of grain that dug into your rump through its fabric and you could feel how the room was still a smidge too cold against your back, except it wasn’t anything you thought of fondly, more something that sent uncomfortably shivers running up your spine.

That was the exact opposite of what you wanted- it would be a  reminder of all the ways you didn’t belong between them, bearing witness to exactly how you always would mess up their rhythm. 

You didn’t like the idea at all. You struggled to come up with a way to explain it to him.

“I don’t… I would just be dragging you guys down. It’s not like I have a dragon, or anything, and you guys have… years,” You said self consciously. You tried to keep your voice from cracking at this part, though you couldn’t really tell if you minded, “-Of experience, together. I think I’ve only been there for a few, you know, before everything.”

Hiccup started and he opened his mouth to speak before closing it.

“That’s my fault.” Hiccup said guiltily, “I should’ve… I trained dragons for the others.”

You knew that especially then as you turned further to the side, the meat of your leg coming to rest against the Haddock’s wooden floor. You could feel all the grooves in it against fresh, just recently damp skin.

“And I… I left you.”

“Yeah,” You said, curling your knees up and refusing to look at him, “You did. But that was in dragon training and I wasn’t there. I didn’t make the cut, I guess.”

 Admittedly, you were a little upset, but as it always went, you hadn’t done much to let it show until now.

They didn’t hide it or anything, but still. Even if the others didn’t hang out much outside of Dragon Riding, they still had tons of experience together. 

You hated being together with everyone at once even in the Great Hall. being there had been a hard reminder, one you’d shake off soon enough.

“It’s different now.” Hiccup protested, taking a step forward.

You wondered if his stump hurt, still. You felt bad about distracting him- you hoped he hadn’t caused himself pain, foregoing the nice bath and hauling all the water out of his window anyways.

“Is it? I mean,” You demurred, slightly out of it, “I still don’t… I don’t have a dragon, so. I can’t fly with you or anything and I know that’s really important. Isn’t that why…?”

“What? No, no, even if it was, we can work on that.” Hiccup smiled awkwardly, “I can- Toothless and I can do all the heavy lifting- not that you’re heavy, I mean… If- if you’re not sure, then-”

“I don’t know.” You started, looking down, “Maybe. But… Why? Seriously, Why now? I don’t understand…”

And you refused to look, not deeply. You didn’t want to, knowing that it usually hurt. Instead you chose to believe that he was either deathly ill or mad- two likely culprits, the last one foremostly. 

You settled your mug to the floor, standing and moving close up to him, one hand grasping his arm as you pressed yourself closer, your other hand coming up to feel at his forehead.

It was wonderful- to feel, to hold, to touch- but you didn’t focus on that, on the uneven feeling of his skin in one parts and the lumps under others and you didn’t focus nearly enough as you probably should have on the light, damp sheen over his forehead, or how nice the burning under his skin was against your palm, nearly oppressive despite the fact that you were the one to make the first move.

You couldn’t tell if it was burning or not to an unreasonable extent -not just by touch- and any redness that must have shown itself, clutched against peach skin, was obscured by the red light of fire and the darkness of shadow.

“You’re not sick now, are you?” You mumbled with some vague concern.

“Ah- N-no.” Hiccup said, his hovering, twitchy hand coming to rest along your waist.

With his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the fire, contrasting against brighter greens and baby colors, you thought that this moment that you’d found yourself in- It was like something out of a dream you’d had when you were younger.

You’d wandered into it unintentionally, and past your musings you’d nearly expected to wake up in your bed at fifteen years of age once again, sleep interrupted by the furious screaming of a bloodthirsty dragon. It would be nice if you did.

This moment, you knew, was not as kind or as dream-like as it seemed, for if it was, there would be more than a broken friendship and hesitant camaraderie between the two of you- a great deal more.

You kept your face blank as you slipped away slightly, ready for the warm, solid grip of Hiccup’s palm on your waist to become something colder and more absent. However, you paused- You hadn’t so much as tugged yourself away from his palm as you’d let it lay there, coming quickly to notice the sureness by which he held it against you, not at all giving as it should naturally be when someone was pulling away, nearly unwilling to let go.

“You’re not trying to win me over anymore,” You asked suddenly, “Not in the typical sense?”

“I-” Hiccup started before his eyes flickered away, his other hand sliding against your waist. “No.”

You did your best not to think of how he might have held Astrid- how you were sure you’d seen him touch Astrid in the same way, which sent twinges up and down your spine and touched your bruising ego, covered in irritating, old, slightly raw burn marks.

None of that mattered, though, because this wasn’t what that was- of course it wasn’t because he’d never treated you that way, and wasn’t that nearly a problem? It wasn’t that you couldn’t look beyond yourself to know, but to treat it in that way- to find it, to know it to be fake or even real or to entertain the fantasy would also hurt- it might sting and rage at your softer parts in a way that made you want to cower, and so you pushed all yearnings and musings and other sad things farther away.

“What are you doing?” You leaned in slightly closer, eyes searching, feeling more serious than not, even as your bare knee brushed lightly against his clothed one.

Hiccup sighed breathily. You could almost call what he did a wheeze.

“...I’m sorry.” Hiccup said, and in an action that surprised you and had your neck straightening and your eyes opening wider by a slight margin, he placed his face securely into your shoulder.

You could nearly feel his lips against your neck, in the place where collar bone met shoulder, and you resisted your own urge to shudder and sigh, all your shaky breaths held deeply inwards.

You mumbled softly, leaning back into him and resting your head against his neck, “I forgive you. I really- really forgive you. And… And I’m sorry too.”

Sorry for dumping water on his head, for being so crass, even if he deserved it- and sorry for everything you’d lost, too, along the way and before the journey.

You tightened your arms slightly, your eyelids shutting tighter as you took in the shape of him, how he felt, ever so warm against you, his hands moving from your waist to your back, his arms pushing and wrapping against your sides, constraining and nice made nicer as the heat of the hearth in the floor beat and flickered steadily on.

Hiccup smelt fresh, like river-washed clothes and a bit like mildew all mixed in with something that was surely Hiccup, something heavy growing finer, much different to the scent you were sure had belongs to him, noted down when you were nothing but young teens tussling and chittering around in forests and along village pathways. 

You hummed into his neck, your eyelashes grazing gently against the skin and baby hairs there and sighed, your voice thick and catching, raspy and muffled by the parts of his skin pressing into your cheek and the seam of fabric warm and almost scratchy against one side of your nose.

You knew  on some level that this might never happen again. So, you desired to enjoy it before you couldn’t- before, once again, you became bitter, before you felt rupturing-ly petty and frustrated and sad.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #fem reader #female reader #toothless

[shameboree]

ATTIC GOBLIN ?

YEAH SO when we moved in there was like this wadded up pair of pink panties in the basement that hadnt been there a few days before when we did our final walkthrough or whatever right. and then my fuzzy socks would go missing and some leggings and then our fucking FORKS which were DISCONTINUED so we cant even replace them!!!!! also the toilet paper would run out like super fast and i drink A Lot of diet dr pepper so i DO pee a lot but this was just fucken ridiculous!!!!! anyway so our one old roommate suggested ghost but me n polks were like fuck off this is OUR house!!

anyway so one day im slumped down on the couch w earbuds in having a good time and my friend kos comes downstairs to brew his sleepy ass some fresh shit tier coffee at like 5pm on a weekday. tbh i was talking about one of my homebrew blorbos being harassed and having just a great time with it so i didnt want to speak to anyone and just EXTREMELY avoided eye contact n sank as deep as i could into the bigass pillows of our honestly very nice goodwill upper middle class grandma couch. the point of that is when you walk downstairs and turn into the kitchen you cant really see me at this angle and i am DEAD SILENT bc my keyboard was apparently made of marshmallows or smth AND im metal gear box stealth mode trying to not be noticed here so i can talk about my barbies being menaced uninterrupted.

SO because of all that when kos came back downstairs for his coffee which had been brewing for probably not very long but i was in the Blorbo Zone where time is fake so i couldnt in good faith give an estimate he did NOT see me. well while hes in the kitchen puttering around i just start losing my shit on account of my blorbarbies in agonies brings me Such Joys and i think this startled him so bad he has to take a stress shower because i heard the bathroom door SLAM and the water start running. at some point after this polks comes home from work and starts pissed off nagging us over WHO MADE THIS COFFEE MESS IN MY KITCHEN!! kos comes downstairs for the Commotions and apparently the coffee pot was sitting on the counter with some fresh coffees while the rest of it fresh waterfalled all into our silverware and pots n pans spaces HOWEVER!! MYSTERY TIME!! he has not been downstairs since he started brewing his trash sludge.

INTERMISSION: THINGS TO NOTE ABOUT OUR HOUSE: the back door is literally INCHES from the downstairs bathroom. the attic is not a panel or ceiling access its just a door right by all our bedroom doors and it wont latch which was So Annoying bc the cats were UNREASONABLE THIRSTY to get up there so we had to install a loop n hook latch to keep it shut but whichever one of us did that goofed it up pretty bad bc the door is still perpetually cracked open like probably a full inch and a half. id love to take the credit for this but i think it was polks who is absolutely phenomenal at fucking up installations of things. OTHER NOTABLE THINGS ABOUT POLKS: her single biggest fear on this planet is shit like Crawlspace Man. just Some Guy living in your home without you knowing. also we have a dark little crawlspace down in the basement, for ambience

MOVING ON at this point i still dont give a shit about anything happening around me because i am inflicting sufferings upon my from scratch blorbo BUT my brain is putting the pieces together which i then immediately do a toddler vs 1000 piece puzzle it took you a year to assemble and just totally waste that shit from my thinkspace bc i wanna play DOLLS instead. polks and kos are also putting their little pieces together but they are Not braindead dipstick idiots like yours truly so they decide to check the whole haus bottom up, starting with the crawlspace. great news! the crawlspace is empty!! other older news: i def heard the cabinet ruining coffee fuckuper come down from upstairs.

i forgot to mention that for this househunt polks armed herself with our fucking broom and was wielding it handle side out because It Has Reach and a knife would Escalate The Situation. anyway they make their way upstairs and i am doing absolute jackshit nothing to help because, again, i am fucking brain poisoned to prioritize oc cummies over every single thing on this planet. its in my fucking genetic code. so while im fuckin useless theyre up there talking about how fucking weird this is and scuffling around or whatever but the second they go into the attic its dead silent and NOT because they go silent but because the attic is some fucked up sound void and past the first 3 steps you can hear total fuck all from outside. at this point my little toddler brain realizes this puzzle is actually indestructible so when kos and polkie are out of the void audible again i Already Knew i had to start being a fucking adult instead of playing barbies which DID feel like a personal affront.

tbh i dont even remember how polks reacted bc i was so CMON MAN!! at our attic dweller for cucking me bc now i gotta call the fuckin cops AND change the locks AND i still gotta get up at 420 in the mother blessed am for work, so basically this entire stunt was a hate crime against me specifically.

we dont really go in our attic much and never even bothered fetching the cats when they went up there but we HAD been up there before so when i went up there and saw fuckin blankets and takeout containers and also some clothes stuffed into drafty holes it was like, kind of Obvious that yeah some bitch was stealing my forks and not paying rent and eating all my toilet paper and FOR SOME REASON had the audacity to ALSO go ahead and pour out a cup of coffee in BROAD DAYLIGHT while we were OBVIOUSLY HOME. the fucking NERVE!!

so!! thats our Event that i honestly forget happened most of the time. we actually refer to them as Attic Dobby i think on account of my THIEVED socks but then of course attic dobby became sexy dobby as is the natural progression of things. we have many big tity dobbie drawings around the house and we love to show them to guests. i may have lost some forks i cant fucking replace so ill never have a matching set again BUT now my house has so many slutty big tit thong and louboutin adorned dobbys that kos and i have bonded so much over drawing that it all evens out in the end and i definitely dont get mad about the forks ever. less important than dobbys big naturals but still notable: exposure therapy works as polks no longer has the Crawlspace Man Terrors!

#LONG POST #i went off the fucking RAILS here i think. im runnin on 3hrs babes!! #ill share some sexie dobbi pics one day bc i know youre all BURNING for this content now #real sorry for people who follow me for shit like. cute kid shows. this is just Me #kels talks #im not fucking proof reading this shit im going to fucking BED #ANYWAY ANNA I HOPE U ENJOY THIS STORYTIME

[grackleithy]

sooo about your trio of ocs, sorry if im late ( ; ω ; )

whats their friendship dynamic like

how did they all meet

how tall are they

I saw you mention Micheal having a pet rat on toyhouse WHAT IS ITS NAME YOU MUST TELL US NOW THIS IS A THREAT (/j)

what are their music tastes

do the others have pets, if not what would they want as a pet

okay this is a bit late sorry BUT here's your answers ( a bit out of order)

so Pom and Micheal met in middle school, they got put together for a school assignment and have been friends since. They met Matt in high school, they were sitting alone at lunch and Matt kinda just showed up one day and started talking to them. their dynamic is hard to describe (mostly because I cannot describe things for shit) but Matt and Pom are the biggest talkers of the group, Pom is the main planner, Micheal is off to the side not in a bad way. Its not that they talk too much or don't let him get a word in he's just quiet. He prefers to listen to a conversation more than be apart of it, just being there. Even if he doesn't look like hes paying attention he is. Just don't get him started on mushrooms, snakes, or welding, he does a complete 180 and will not shut up.

Micheal has 3 pet rats actually! I plan to draw them eventually

Micheal jr. often shortened to just junior (named because he has little black patches of fur and Matt gave Micheal the idea as a joke and he went with it)

Nuke

and Dipshit (that he calls dipstick when hes around his younger brother)

the others don't have pets but Matt would probably have a turtle or some kind of lizard. Pom isn't really a pet person but probably a cat, which despite his claims of not wanting a pet he would absolutely spoil that thing.

music tastes is kinda hard because I absolutely do not know my genres that well. but ill do my best

Matt has multiple playlists for different moods and genre's vary but his main three playlists are a bunch of circus music, the world revolving added to the same playlist over 100x, and the misc playlist with 100 songs that do not match eachothers vibe at all. some artists I think he would listen to: 100 gecs, Insane Clown Posse,and Lemon Demon

Pom has one main playlist she dumps all her favorite songs into. but its a majority death metal some artists i think he would listen to: Scene Queen, Bear Ghost, Mother Mother, Black Dresses, Korn, and Necrogoblikon

Matt, I honestly have no idea other than its mostly My Chemical Romance I did make him a playlist (wip) on a whim tho because I was bored

and finally their heights! (as well as the redesign for Pom!)

I was going to finish this drawing first, but I lost all motivation for it.

#yes ik matts legs are wonky ill fix it later #asks #oc asks #(oc) Micheal Mush #(oc) Pom Saltatrix #(oc) Matt Makejoy #epithet erased oc #crowithy ocs #Micheal was going to be really tall because tall lanky emo boy but its probaly more realistic for him to be a bit shorter #because his epithet causes him to be pretty unhealthy #also short jokes #matt totally puts his elbow on Micheals head and thanks him for being an armrest #micheal has bitten at matt for this #keyword 'at' he didnt actually bite matt

[cherryauts]

Head in the Clouds | Cumulus x Male!reader

Summary: “Well,” her tail wraps around my thigh, “I’ve been needing some company. To be blunt, I was hoping you’d stay the night with me, possibly more.”

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Based on @purlty's design of Cumulus.

Word Count: 4235

Tags/Warnings: First Person, Oral(giving), anal penetration (receiving), oviposition/eggs, mommy dom, loss of virginity, docking.

Ao3 Link

I stared across the room, everything blurring around me as I could only stare at her. Her long, thick hair swayed perfectly as she moved. The mask she wore fit her face perfectly and so did the suit she wore, fitting tight on her body to show all her curves. I jumped at the sudden slam of a bag on the table in front of me, my eyes shooting up to the man in front of me. 

“Wakey, wakey,” Damon chuckled. 

I sighed. “You scared the fuck out of me.” I pushed his bag aside, folding my arms on the table. He rolled his eyes, sitting in the empty chair beside me. 

“Are you still just staring at her?” He laughed.

I hummed in response.

“Come on, haven't you even talked to her yet?” He pressed.

“Well, a bit.” 

Damon stared further into me, expecting something more. “Dude. You gotta do something.”

“What makes you think anything would happen?” I sighed. “I’m just some dude. She’s a ghoul, a part of the band.”

“You won’t be getting laid with that attitude.” He rolled his eyes, opening his bag as he took a glance at her. 

This ghoul in question? It was Cumulus; she was one of the keyboardists of the band, although she also did backup vocals. I’ve heard her voice before on its own and wow, cheesy, but she did sound like an angel. We hadn’t talked much, and it felt odd to be this head over heels for her. I looked to my left, scooting over as James came to sit with us. 

“You both up to anything fun?” He asked.

“Nope-” I was cut off.

“Dipstick here still doesn’t have the balls to talk to Cumulus.” Damon leaned over to look at James.

“Oh? What a coincidence. I think I have just the thing to help.” James reached a hand down into his bag, pulling out a heart-shaped box filled with small daisies taped to the front.

I looked at the two in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“Her favorite flowers are daisies.” Damon smiled.

James followed after him. “And her favorite type of chocolate is dark.” He slid the box of chocolate towards me.

I looked down at the dark red material. “Guys... I appreciate it, but really, it’s a mistake to try.” I chuckled, a sense of loss in my voice as I tried to clear my throat. 

“You never know until you try,” James reassured me. “You should try and talk to her before bed. Flowers would be fresh.” He stood back up, moving his bag over his shoulder.

“Thank you.” I smiled, playing with the ribbon tied around the flower stems. “I’ll try.”

Damon patted my back, grabbing his stuff as he stood. “Go get your dick wet.” 

Encouraging words. Sarcasm intended. It was always like being around teenagers who figured out sex words, but always entertaining. I looked up from the table, seeing Cumulus gone. She must've gone back to her room. I did want to hand this to her before it was too late. The daisies seemed freshly picked, and I didn’t know how long they could go without water.

I stood up, pushing my chair in before walking down the long halls. 

Brothers and Sisters weren’t allowed to be near the ghouls' quarters, but here I was. I tried to shake the growing feeling of anxiety, every step I took down the hall, every glance at a door to see if it was hers. Was I really going to face her? Even if I was just simply making a kind gesture; I was breaking a rule to come and do it.

I stared at the next door coming up, a sign reading ‘Cumulus’ coming into my vision. My grip tightened on the box as my hand rose to knock on the door. I hesitated. Why was it so hard to move my hand? I sighed, letting it drop as my eyes flickered around the door. I noticed some light seeping through a crack in the door; it wasn’t shut all the way.

My hand pressed against the door, slowly pushing it open. “Cumulus? It’s brother-..” A lump was caught in my throat as the door swung the rest of the way open; Cumulus stood not far from the door, in nothing but a light pink one-piece with a sheer robe wrapped loosely around her body. She turned to face me, seemingly surprised by my presence. “I’m sorry- I‌- I thought it.. well-” I tried to find what to say but stumbled over my words, my face growing increasingly red.

Her face twisted in a smile, her lips parting as she laughed. “I knew you were coming.” 

“You did?” 

“Mhm,” she hummed. “I heard you and your friends talking.” Her tail swayed from side to side in perfect rhythm as she approached me. I could feel my heart in my throat. Her tail wrapped around my waist, pulling me further into her room so she could shut the door behind me.

“I just wanted to bring these to you.” I hesitantly held out my arm, showing the box of chocolates to her. She perked up, letting out a cat-like trill. 

Cumulus took the box from me, examining the daisies on top. She had a smile on her face as her tail unwrapped from me, wagging happily. “Oh, I love these.” She put it off on her dresser.

My eyes flickered around, not exactly knowing where to look. She looked so pretty, but I didn’t want to seem rude by staring. “It’s starting to get late. I should get back before I’m caught here.” I chuckled nervously, rubbing my arm.

“Right, you’re not supposed to be here in the first place.” She smiled, her fangs poking out from her lips. “I’ll keep it to myself.”

I let out an internal sigh of relief, although I doubted she’d tell anyone either way. She’s always been so sweet. 

“Although, to keep that little secret. Maybe we could do something for each other.” She continued.

“Do what for each other?” I asked, watching her curiously as she paced around me, looking me up and down. 

“Well,” her tail wraps around my thigh, “I’ve been needing some company. To be blunt, I was hoping you’d stay the night with me, possibly more.” 

I froze in place as her tail traveled higher up my thigh, getting dangerously close to my groin. 

Cumulus circled behind me, her mouth close to my neck as she spoke. “I’d hope you join me. You are quite cute.”

“Really..?” I perked at the thought.

“Of course,” she giggled. “I wouldn’t lie to you, would I?”

I shook my head, knowing she never would. “I...I would like that then.” I gave a nervous smile.

“Perfect.” She chirped. She began to leave light kisses over my skin.

I bit down on my tongue, her chest pressing into my back. Her hands moved down to mine, leading me closer to her bed. “I have just the thing for you.” She hummed, her hands moving to suddenly start unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled it over my shoulders and down my arms, moving it to the bench at the foot of her bed.

Cumulus pulled away from my body, her hands slipping down my chest as she walked to the side of her bed. I stood in place, watching her curiously as she dug through a drawer. She turned back to face me and I saw what was in her hands; it was a collar and leash.

“I- Is that.. for me?” I stuttered over my words, staring at the equipment.

She giggled, walking back to me. Unclipping the collar, she fiddled with the leather, “I thought you would like it.” She reached up, wrapping the cool leather around my neck. It was now strapped onto my neck; but not too tight. “How’s that?”

“Good.” I mumbled with a nod, heat spreading across my face.

“Good,” Cumulus repeated. Her hand reached up to clip on the leash, and she slid her hand down it, giving a slight tug. 

I stumbled forward, catching myself right in front of her face. Her lips parted to let out a short laugh, I could see her fangs poking out. A lump sat in my throat that I tried to swallow. With both hands on the leash, she guided me further down until I was forced onto my knees. 

A smile was plastered on her face. Letting the leash hang over her wrist, she grabbed onto the fabric of her one piece. I watched with wide eyes as she pulled it over the bulk of her chest, her heavy breasts hanging free from the restrictive fabric. 

“See something you like?” She teased, swaying her body. My eyes followed the slight swing of her chest, making her laugh. 

Heat spread across my face, and I forced myself to look away. I couldn’t deny it though, her chest looked perfect in every way. “I do.”

“And what would that be, little one?”

“All of you.” I glance at her body. 

Her expression softened, and she let out a soft purr at the compliment. “Thank you.” Hums slipped from her closed lips as she continued to pull the fabric from her body until the pink suit fell to her ankles.

I took in the rest of her naked body, getting a full; yet close view. I could see the fur that lined over her skin. The white patterns of cloud-like shapes tainted random spots of her gray fur. Her heart-shaped tail coiled up behind her as my eyes traveled down ‌to the trail under her navel, spreading further into a soft-looking mound of fur. I tried to hide the steadily growing bulge in my pants with both hands, quickly looking back up at her face.

She tossed her clothing to the side, wrapping the leather around her hand to keep a tight hold. With a quick tug, I was forced forward. My heart pounded in my throat. My face was pressed up into her muff. I didn’t know what to do- I mean; I knew what to do, but what if I did it wrong? Do I have to ask her? Wait for her to tell me-? 

“Use your tongue.” She spoke, breaking me from my thoughts.

I gave a nod that only pushed my nose up into her clit, making her shiver. My head rolled back to let my tongue hang from my mouth. I pressed between her folds, letting my tongue explore her wet heat. A tinge of sweetness hit my taste buds. She tasted so good. I run my tongue up to her clit, feeling it swell and throb in arousal. 

Her hand moved down to run her clawed fingers through my hair. “Mm, just like that.” She reassured me.

I continued the treatment, letting my eyes close. I took her clit between my lips, suckling softly. The way her bud throbbed in my mouth mixed with her sweet taste was driving me insane; I needed more. Without a command or another tug of the leash; I bowed my head down, diving my tongue as deep as I could into her. 

A cat-like trill escaped her throat, the sudden pleasure causing her to grip onto the leash, keeping my face pressed into her. Her arousal spread across my face, dripping down my chin. 

I thrust my tongue as quickly as I could in and out of her, feeling her claws poke at my scalp in an attempt to cling to my hair. Her hips rocked back in rhythm with my own movements as I desperately licked up whatever taste of her I could get; swallowing down her arousal like it was the only water in a desert. 

She quivered above me, having to lean back against to bed to keep herself steady. “S...So eager... Good boy..” She stuttered out between moans. With a grip on my hair, she guided my face back from her hole and to her throbbing clit.

I eagerly took the swollen bud back into my mouth, working my tongue around the stiff flesh to find where made her squirm the most. A flick of my tongue across her tip sent her hips bucking and a moanful cry from her lips. I took turns sucking along her clit and flicking my tongue on her sensitive bud, making sure not to leave any place untouched. 

“Fuck- Keep going baby,” she cried, “I’m so close!”

My eyes peeked open to look at the sight above me, wanting to watch her as she came. I sucked along her clit before flicking my tongue side to side on it. 

“Hahh! Yes yes yes!” She repeated, cursing under her breath.

Her clit throbbed heavily on my tongue and her hips spasmed, bucking back into my mouth. I watched her eyes roll back and her mouth hang open as she let out a cry of bliss; cum painting over my mouth and chin as her orgasm rolled over her. I greedily swallowed down whatever hit my mouth, swiping my tongue along her folds to gather what I had missed.

Pulling away, I sat back on my knees. I licked up what I could from around my mouth, looking up at Cumulus. Her eyes were closed as she sat back on the bed, gathering her breath. Her body twitched now and then, recovering from the orgasm. I eagerly looked up at her as her eyes peeked open to look back at me.

A smile spread across her face. “You did very well.” She hummed. Her fingers soaked through strands of my hair, massaging at my scalp. It felt so nice, it was almost like I could start purring. “Let’s get you on the bed now,” she continued; using the leash to guide me up onto my feet. 

With not-so-shaky legs, she stood. I looked down to watch her hands; she unbuckled my belt, pulling it from the straps. Letting it fall where my shirt lay, she unbuttoned my pants. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, the tight feeling on my erection now gone as my pants were removed.

She stared down at the bulge in my briefs, heat spreading to my face. Why was she just staring? Was I not big enough for her taste? Anxiety crept up on me and I shifted in place, pressing my legs together.

“Quite a nice size for someone so small.” She suddenly spoke, taking the bulk of my bulge in her hand through the fabric. “Hefty too,” she giggled, pushing her palm against it.

“I am..?” I almost whispered.

She hummed in agreement, “Size isn’t an issue to me, little one. You did well enough with your tongue.” 

“Thank you... Mommy.” I froze as the word slipped from my mouth. “I’m sorry- I..” I tripped over my words, my face bright red as I tried to talk my way out of what just came from me.

She looked at me blankly before letting out a laugh, “I’m sorry, just, that’s not the first time I’ve heard that.” She covered her mouth in an attempt to stop her giggle fit. “If you really want to call me mommy, it’s not an issue to me.” 

I nodded, trying to wipe the embarrassing heat off my face.

“Now, where was I?” She cooed. With my attention back to her; she played at the waistband of my briefs, pulling them down to fall to my ankles.

I let out a slight hiss as my cock sprang free, slapping up against my stomach as it throbbed and twitched.

“Oh my.” She giggled, getting a good look at my size.

I was guided onto the bed, sitting beside her with her hand back on my cock. Her hands were soft over my stiff length, although a rougher texture rubbed into my sensitive flesh; making my breath hitch. It had only now occurred to me that her hands were laced with textured paddings, like the paws of a cat or dog. The mix of textures felt odd; but so good.

She sat up onto her knees, moving her other hand to my chest and pushing me down. Her hands moved to each side of my thighs, pushing my legs open. I stared down in anticipation of what she was doing, a whine escaping my lips. She giggled, shifting closed until I felt the heat and wetness of her pussy right over me. My cock eagerly twitched and I let out another pitiful whine in desperation.

Her tongue clicked at my impatience, but gave into what I wanted; pressing her wet folds down into me. She gave a purr, rolling her hips to spread her arousal. I couldn’t describe the feeling, it was so good on me, so much better than just a hand or a toy. 

“Mommy~” I whined, my hips bucking back into her. So close to slipping in, fuck I needed it. Her hips stilled, lifting above me. I panted, looking up at her quickly. 

She only tsked, shaking her head teasingly, “I didn’t say you could move, did I?”

I chew on the inside of my lip, “No..?” I answered hesitantly. 

“That’s right.” She cooed, only to press herself back on my cock. I suddenly felt something push into me, earning a sigh of relief from Cumulus. I watched with wide eyes as a long phallic-looking shape expressed from her cunt. It curved up in excitement, leaking a transparent liquid from its widened tip. My head tilted, watching the slimy flesh in curiosity. 

Her hand moved onto mine, guiding my fingers around it. “No need to be afraid of an ovicock, dear.” She spoke.

“Ovi.. cock?” I repeated.

“Mhm. It’s how we lay our eggs. Mostly infertile.” She giggled, lightly stroking my hand on her cock. “It makes a great filling.” She continued.

Wait, filling? My eyes traced back up to her face, looking into her lust-filled eyes. Was she going to fuck me? Wasn’t that supposed to be my job -- I let out a gasp; watching as her opened tip teased along mine.

Cumulus moaned above me, sliding my cock into the hole of hers. It fit almost perfectly, not stretching her out but filling her hole just right. She sat up on her knees to lean over me slightly. With a hand on her ovicock, she rocked her hips forward. My cock now covered in her arousal, slid with ease in and out of her.

The more she slid down, the tighter her walls were around me, making me buck my hips up with a moan. She let out a hiss, pulling back. My cock flopped back onto my stomach, dripping in slime that tainted my skin below.

“I can’t take this anymore.” She spoke. Grabbing onto my thighs again; she pushed them up and open, moving a pillow underneath my hips.

“Ah, wait! Please..” I looked up at her with watery eyes.

She quickly stopped, afraid she did something wrong. “I’m sorry, did I..?”

“No, no. I just.. haven’t had anything that big in me before.” I reassured her despite my red face and wet eyes, embarrassed by the situation at hand.

She relaxed from my words, hovering over me to rest both hands on my cheeks. Her thumbs wiped away my tears and her fingers coarse through my hair. “It’s okay to be nervous,” she cooed. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“I want it though.” I quickly replied.

Her face softened, pulling away to sit on her knees. “We’ll take it slow, okay?”

I nodded, shifting on the bed to lay flat; aside from the pillow that kept my hips up. Her hands trailed over my thighs, helping spread them open once more. The soft feeling of her fur and pads traced my sides and chest, exploring my body. Barely noticing the feeling of her ovicock rubbing against my hole.

A soft whimper escaped my lips, feeling the sudden stretch as she coaxed her tip into me. Her cock was wet enough to act as lube itself, leaving no rough feeling inside of me as she continued to slowly push in. I let out a hiss as the bulk of her cock pushed through.

“It’s okay. You’re doing so well.” She cooed; moving a free hand to caress my cheek. 

“Mommy~” with a whine, I held onto her arm and took deep breaths. It felt so long until she finally stopped, managing to push her whole length into me. She was so deep, it made my body shiver and twitch every time I shifted; trying not to gasp at the feeling of her inside of me. 

“Look at that, you took it all like a good boy.” 

I pant, looking up at her with glassy eyes. “Feels so good..” I mumbled. My eyes slip shut, relaxing into the feeling of her hand rubbing my chest. I gave her a nod once I was ready, feeling the pain and discomfort subside as I grew used to her size. 

Her hips fell back, only to rock forward again; slowly thrusting in and out of me. She slid her hands down my body, grasping onto my hips for balance as she moved, light moans coming from her lips. 

My body lightly bounced at the thrusts of her hips gaining speed. My cock bobbed over my stomach, leaking precum down my length and over my skin. Our pants and moans filled the room around us, along with the faint sound of her arousal-coated cock sliding in and out of me. I could feel the slimy liquid spread around my hole, her rougher thrusts sending it everywhere on us.

“Shit!” I whimpered. My hand darted down to grab at her wrist. Cumulus rocked forward, pushing my legs up with her hips. Her hips slamming into mine now echoed throughout the room. The new angle allowed her to slam hard down into me. “Fuck fuck fuck..”

“Mmm, you’re so tight for me baby.” She panted. Her lips pressed against mine, leaving us in a sloppy kiss of mixed saliva, curses, and moans.

My legs hooked up to wrap around her waist, keeping her body locked into me. Her stomach rubbed against my cock in just the right way; almost sending me over the edge. I pulled from her lips to moan loudly, my body shivering. My head lay back and my mouth hang open; feeling a bundle of knots forming in my abdomen, building on pleasure.

“Fuck! Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!” I chanted, letting out an almost high-pitched cry as that pressure burst; an orgasm washing over me. My cock twitched and throbbed into her stomach, splattering cum between us both. My legs shook and twisted, holding onto her tighter. Whimpers and cries escaped my mouth, tears pricking my eyes.

Her hard, deep thrusts continued through my orgasm. I could feel the twitch and throbs of her inside of me and I knew she could be close too. Her loud moans took over mine, slamming as deep as she could into me. Her ovicock throbbed, releasing a hot seed into me.

“Fuck..” I sighed, the feeling only seeming to make me cum more. 

Rough purrs escaped her throat, her head nudging into mine affectionately. My body jolts, feeling an odd sensation from her cock in me. A pulsing feeling came from her cock; she only hummed, seeming to enjoy the feeling. “Always loved this part.” She giggled.

It took me a second to put two and two together; the eggs. My face grew red with heat, burying it into her neck to hide the embarrassment.

Cumulus laughed lightly, stroking my hair. “No need to be embarrassed,” she cooed. “We’ll get you nice and full, then clean up, hm?”

I nodded into her. One by one, eggs slid down her ovicock until they laid inside of me. I couldn’t even keep count of how many there were, the feeling was too good. I let out a pitiful whine, feeling dizzy and just.. off. Was this normal?

She wiped the tears from my eyes, shushing me as whimpers escaped. With a faint pop, she slid out, her cock retracting back into her sheath. She shifted to grab something from her bedside drawer; it was a plug. I weakly spread my legs for her, letting her pop it in, keeping me full of her eggs and cum. 

“All better.” She spoke softly. “I’m going to get the bath ready. You can rest.”

I just nodded, letting my body fully relax back on the bed. She gently climbed off, disappearing into a side door that I presumed to be the bathroom. Running water hit my ears, confirming it had been the bathroom and she was filling the tub with water. I let out a sigh, letting my eyes close. 

“Baths ready, little one,” Cumulus spoke, running her hands through my hair. I gave a grumbled whine, shifting to roll over. She giggled, “Come on, it’s nice and warm.” Her hands moved down to my arm, helping me sit up and stand. She guided me to the bathroom and into the warm bath water.

Grabbing a cloth, she soaked it in the water and began washing me down. I let my eyes close, just enjoying the feeling of her care. I think I’ll be coming back here again.

#oneshot #x reader #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #ghost fic #the band ghost #cumulus x reader #cumulus ghost #nameless ghoulettes

[treason-and-plot]

Meanwhile, at Anita and Joël’s house...

Roy: YEAH? WELL, IF YOU WERE ANY MORE INBRED YOU’D BE A SANDWICH!

Brutus: *barks ferociously*

Roy: SEE, EVEN THE DOG AGREES!

Roy: YOU SHUT UP, YOU BLITHERING, INCOMPETENT ARSEHAT!

Roy: YEAH? WELL, YOUR AIM IS SO BAD I’D CALL IT CANCER...EXCEPT CANCER KILLS PEOPLE!

Alice: *starts wailing over the baby monitor*

Roy: IT’S NOT MINE, DIPSTICK, I’M BABYSITTING. WHAT? IT SOUNDED LIKE A HUNGRY CRY? YEAH, YEAH, OKAY, I THINK YOU’RE RIGHT. YEAH, THERE’S MILK IN THE FRIDGE.  YEAH, BOTH KINDS. YEAH, OF COURSE I KNOW NOT TO PUT BREAST MILK IN THE MICROWAVE, DICKTARD!

#Roy #Brutus #back to Bridgeport #5 years later #sims 3 #ts3 story

[rosetheex-editor]

damn A is such a L rn ngl

Oh shut up! being in danger doesn't make you an L dipstick

#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog #ness.

[blubushie]

whats your favorite crocodile? whats your favorite elephant? favorite wolf? favorite horse?

I'm going to assume you mean species/breed and not individual animals!

What's your favourite crocodile?

Salties, Crocodylus porosus. Largest crocodile species. Deep respect for salties. Almost had one take my leg out with a swipe of its tail. They're massive and terrifying and I like hitting their mute button because it's funny to me that a 65kg bloke can make a 1-ton hissing animal shut up with nothing but some rope and duct tape and the flat of his palm. Get apex'd, dipstick.

I like gharials too though! The males look silly.

What's your favourite elephant?

African bush elephant, Loxodonta africana. They terrify me and I love them. (There's a running theme here of me loving things that can kill me.)

What's your favourite wolf?

Northwestern wolf, Canis lupus occidentalis. Largest wolves in the world. Can absolutely kill me. I love them. (See the theme?)

Favourite horse?

Finally, something that can kill me but PROBABLY won't. I love Przewalski's horses as a species because they're the only truly wild horses in the world (as in, a truly wild lineage and not descended of feral horses). My favourite breed, though? Brumbies. I've ridden many a brumby and they're incredible animals. I wouldn't trust any other breed to carry me through the bush. They've been changed by the land, adapted to it like I have. I love brumbies.

Also Australian stockhorses. Completely devoted to their craft of mustering. The most skilled livestock horse I've ever seen was an Australian stockhorse mare I had the honour of riding during a spring muster for my mate Jack. She ended up fracturing her front leg and so now she's a broodmare to pass on her skill as she can't carry a rider, but she's still the gentlest horse you'd ever meet and quick as a whip. (Coincidentally she's the one that bit me.)

#blu whos

[deviantartdramanow]

psst hey tam, just shut up and leave us alone

You are blocked from the blog because you harassed us kid, also we aint namedropping you on tumblr, we are going after your DA and reporting you FOR ATTACKING OTHERS.

Cope and cry, just reported 3 more journals. :3

Want it to stop? Then stfu and stop attacking others dipstick.

#submission #drama #deviantart #anon post #response #tamthelucario448

[tiny-titan-exo]

Darrix is a brave Titan, but yet, often times it was his emotions that scared him most. Anger boiling up like a hot ocean, all earthquakes and violent surf. Or a sad was so deep it felt like their heart was being clawed out by icy claws, or like a void had taken over where their heart had previously been.

It hurt. It all did. He wasn’t sure why, and yet he could feel it, deep in his chest. Twinging and aching. “Maybe something is wrong with me.”

Dipstick materializes at the Titan’s shoulder, pressing against it lightly. “No, I don’t think so. That tightness is a human grief response. It means you need to cry.”

Darrix nods, but otherwise doesn’t respond, instead opting to fiddle with one of the charms Eris had given him. It felt good I’m his hands, like a small glimmer of etched moonshine; like a slice of the sun.

“It just hurts.” He finally mumbles. “It hurts so bad I don’t understand.” Tears we’re gathering at the edges of his eyes, though he didn’t seem to notice. “I just wish I could be a normal Guardian. Why can’t I be like everyone else? Like Peixe and Dev-4, and Echo? Why can’t I just..” He huffs, finally wiping tears from their face with the back of a hand.

“I just want people to be proud of me.”

Dipstick dips into the space between the Titan’s chin and knees, buzzing gently. “I’m proud of you.” He says, softly.

Those tired, golden eyes shut for a moment as Darrix rests his head carefully on top of the Ghost’s shell. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

#dipstick #darrix #ic status