#my writins

[alienglowgarden]

Watching endless movies on the projector, the two of you develop an inside joke- Tarkovsky must have secretly been a gardener too. The first time Sol shows him their namesake, Solaris, he is struck by the immaculate beauty, pinnacle of aesthetic composition the world of Tarkovsky's film is. It sets an impossible standard that in a real three dimensional space Sym cannot reach. For a good decade all he can think of is Stalker. By year 6 Vertigo Valley skews more green than fuchsia. For months his work barely moves a single square meter, as he works every angle into mise en place.

I was so funny for this [drabbles and quick idea scrawlings I never posted]

nother sym sol bit. Never wrote out how they come to the conclusion but rest assured there was a path I followed here. It makes sense ok. Philosophy is cool. similar line of thought as that one tumblr post that extrapolates "The default way for something to taste is good. When something tastes good we say "tasty" reinforcing that connection," and what that means for our understanding of morals. From that which is in abundance on vertumna, in the values the gardeners hold, one can make a comparative moral good and evil, which would differ from one borne of human culture. And Sym unfortunately falls squarely on the bad side. Lucky for the brand new invasive species tho.

“You're Evil.” You conclude chuckling as you speak out loud the logic of Gardener morality. “By their standards, you're immoral.” Sym doesn't seem to take it as lightly. “Let’s not talk about this, sugarbug.” That takes you aback. Its the first time something has truly been off the table like this. He’d always said it in a playful tone, directed the conversation to another topic. Here, his eyes were pleading with you to drop it.  You delight in this, knowing his cursed existence mirrors yours so neatly. But it seems you are the only one to see it as such. You find the idea funny in that self-deprecating, ironic kind of way. That "All you can do is laugh, right?" way. But maybe you're alone in this. Maybe you're the wicked dolphin in a sea of beautiful, morally upright sharks with no higher brain function to be capable of intentional cruelty. You think you are this on some cosmic scale, because your brains dipped halfway into another dimension of reality, while all the others still exist in just the three. 

Oh I found the bit abt the green!

When Sym announces that Sol has stopped wearing green, Sol's mothers face tightens, her eyes narrowed, Marz hms indignantly and puts a finger to her chin, Tangent cocks her head to the side and Anemone has no idea what this statement is supposed to evoke in her. Amidst the group of Sols closest friends, she feels stupid for not knowing the answer. Weren't they close once? Weren't they like brothers? It wasn't even so long ago that Anemone still felt close to Sol. She knew them where it mattered, she had thought. Sol, just like Anemone, meant to keep their colony safe at any cost. It wasn't so long ago that they stood side by side with their rifles drawn, watching each others backs. More than anything, the hurt inside Anemone was from the simple fact that she could not protect Sol from this now. Whatever this was. Was green a good sign or a bad one?

the idea being Sol -in line w stuff like insisting people call the xenos "animals" and reminding people that this planet is their home and not some hostile alien prison- very publicly expunges green from their wardrobe to further drive that same point: Vertumna is their home, not the Earth they never experienced. Against their mothers aggressive hostility toward the native plants, they shed what she has stubbornly held onto, they let it go and embrace what is around them. The things that wish to grow. Bit of a political performance piece to make the people around them think abt it. Which also unfortunately Flulu takes as a grave personal insult <3

This works in concert with the drabble of Sols self-exile to the sea, something predating that slightly, perhaps.

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heres a gushy one. solsym ofc.

Sol admits love is a terrifying concept. There is a fear that among their own kind, it will never be enough. Will they be able to finish their work, be capable of carrying out the work that must be done? How will it change them, them for whom the worst part is the change. The unknowable them, a variable they don't have an answer for. It makes their anxiety spike. They often think it is the wrong choice to love someone. To love Sym. Sym hums, quiet and contemplative for a moment, then murmurs 'I know how you feel." He has embraced all the same follies for Sol. Had to grapple with the same thoughts of how it changed who he was fundamentally, beginning with this body. "Sol, you are such a magnificent human being. I have never met anyone quite like you. When I am with you, it feels… Like I'm witnessing history. Just the movement of your hand captivates and stills my heart, for it might usher in something never before seen. You alone possess such a unique understanding of the vision. For all my fear of how you cloud my judgement, I am dazzled several magnitudes more by what you bring to my life. Be glad, my love, for I trust you implicitly. Do not fear change inside yourself. Think of yourself as an experience, not a hard defined point of identity. It is the truest name for it I have come to know in all of my time as Gardener. Come, experience it with me," he extends his hand to them, a gentle smile opening up his whole face as he looks to Sol with such utter devotion, it stops their brain in its tracks. As if in a daze, they reach forward and intertwine their fingers with his, only conscious of the sound of friction as their palms graze against each other. Only the physical sensations at the forefront of their brain, overwhelming the whole of their thoughts.

Also had this ol thing w Sol post saving Tammy n always trying to raise her confidence route.

Sometimes you think maybe Tammy knows something. Wrapped up in her sad unsure speeches there is an inkling of understanding. Does she know? Does she feel it too? On some smaller scale, but... Does she know she shouldn't be alive? You wonder if being saved by you changes them somehow. You spend your childhood talking more to the adults than to your own peers in an effort to deduce some sort of tell, a connection, wondering if you've made them "stuck" too. You think this is the most callous version of yourself. This burning question has hardened you to trivial experiences. To the simplicity of joy. Its just like Tagent said- You're in the swamp, calculating in your head once again if Vace is more useful to the colony alive or dead. You think you see him, here and there: Sym. It had hurt, but you'd stayed away for as long as you could. Tammy, you should have been fearless, you should have realized you had cheated death and nothing could ever touch you again. Not as long as Sol lived.

[stars-of-kyber]

Oh can we know more of this stories you came up with?

You know, "Tell me more about your idea" is the best thing anyone can say to me! lol

Inspired by when my 13yo student tried to show me this cool song from a band that I might be a bit too old to know and then proceeded to play "Teenagers" by My Chemical Romance, I have the very funny (at least in my head) One-Shot

Teenage Dirtbag

Summary: Miles Bridgerton had been introduced by some awesome pop-punk new bands recently and when Edmund and Belinda tell him about this festival that's coming up, it seems way too good an opportunity to miss it, but his parents would never let him go to a pop-punk concert with his cousins, even if Ned was already 18.

The solution? Sneak out to the festival without the adults figuring out. It should be easy enough. It's not like they had any risk of running into his parents there, right?

And inspired by me, daydreaming in the shower instead of studying which somehow lead to a very dark and tense plot that had @mimix007 really worried about my mental health there for a minute, we have

Wait For Me (I'm Coming Too)

Summary: Lady Kathani Bridgerton would do anything for her little sister who she raised since the death of their Appa and Mama. She had put her life on hold, given up many hopes and dreams and uprooted her life in India and moved to England so Edwina could have only the best things in life. Finding love in the form of an English Viscount had been just a delightful surprise.

And because she would do anything for her little sister, she could stand Lord and Lady Sheffield around her drawing room for a bit every other day. Kate does not trust their sudden desire to be close to their only granddaughter. But they'd never been openly disrespectful to her and, in the end, all of them have her sister's happiness and well-being in mind. Or that was what she thought before she disappeared.

I also made a moodboard for my Circus AU that lives rent-free in my head every time watch or read anything remotely circus-related and decided to come back to my Love, Love, Love one-shot series.

It's insane how creative I get when I have to study.

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

a herd of him

[setmeatopthepyre]

Tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @rcmclachlan and @ambernotember, thank you! this inspired me to write a little more on antarct-fic that wasn't constrained to drabble proportions so it's also.. a bit more than a tidbit. it's still not the bit I actually set out to write when I started it so more to come in this scene, maybe? uhh enjoy!

also! all things antarct-fic are made possible thanks to the amazing @sugarpenchant for idea-yappage and @geddyqueer for answering my millions of antarctica questions

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“I can't believe you're going to Antarctica,” Chimney says wistfully as he refills their wine glasses.

Maddie points a ladle at him. “Don't get any ideas.”

He grins brightly, scooting closer to where she's stirring in a pan of tomato sauce. “Aw, come on. You don't want to move to the South Pole with me? I'm sure Jee would love a chance to hug a penguin.”

“You're not allowed to touch the wildlife,” Buck points out through a mouthful of crackers and cheese. “There's a fine, and jail time.”

“Antarctic jail time? That still sounds pretty cool,” Chimney says.

Buck swallows his crackers, starts slicing himself some more cheese. “No jails either,” he frowns. “I think they kick you off the continent.”

Chim raises his eyebrows, feigns disappointment. “Harsh, but fair. So no cuddling seals, either. Yeah, Maddie, I'm not so sure we should move after all.”

Maddie laughs, and they beam at each other, and Buck wonders if there's time to bake some garlic bread to go with their dinner.

-

It takes a little longer than usual to get Jee-yun to bed. Not because she's fussing, or in a mood, but because Buck comes to the sudden realization that this is his last Uncle Buck Storytime for the foreseeable future. When he returns to the kitchen, Maddie raises her eyebrows in question. “She, uh--” He clears his throat. “Wanted another story, so.” Shrugs. “Couldn't say no, right?”

She opens her mouth like she wants to remind him that that is something he very much can and probably should be doing, but seems to think better of it. Maybe she's noticed his eyes are a little damp. “Right. Wine?”

He's thankful for the out. “I'll get it.”

“So.” Maddie says, watching him move around the kitchen. “You're really sure this is the right call?” She's using that I'm-trying-to-be-supportive-but-are-you-kidding-me tone that Buck's been hearing a lot of lately.

He lets out a long breath. “Yeah. I think so.” Frowns. “I am. Look, I-I know how it sounds.”

Chimney wanders in from the living room. “Good, 'cause it sounds crazy.”

He groans in frustration. “I know.” He sets down his wine glass, presses his knuckles into the counter top, studies its gleaming surface. Thinks of the counter top in his own kitchen with the specks of hardened dough and the traces of flour that he's never quite able to get rid of.

“You're gonna be stuck in a frozen wasteland with your ex, Buck,” Chimney points out. Makes that face he does when he's about to make some clever reference that absolutely no one else in the house will understand. “You'll be a thousand miles from nowhere, man. And it's gonna get a hell of a lot worse before it gets any better.”

Buck isn't sure if his brother in law really, honestly thinks that one of these days he'll get a round of applause instead of blank (if fondly amused, on Maddie's part) stares, but today is definitely not that day.

“Come on, The Thing? That's like the Antarctica movie!”

“Yeah, well, maybe I'll watch it on the flight over.” Buck mutters.

“You probably shouldn't.” Chimney pours himself a glass of wine, and after a pointed look from Maddie, turns to the fridge to grab her a seltzer. “But,” he adds, sliding the can across the counter to his wife, “If you're out there and Tommy starts shooting at a dog from a helicopter, you'll want to get out of there ASAP.”

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no pressure tags @sugarpenchant @cannibalhellhound @iphyslitterator

[outer-andromeda]

HELLO!!! I'd love to know what Ava was like prior to Safe Haven incident, was she any different? Did she have a particularly noteworthy relationship with either Doey or Kissy (or even some of the other Bigger Bodies in Safe Haven prior to the game starting like Dogday or Hoppy) before the Safe Haven incident? Were there any other survivors (even if they don't come into play for the story)?

HAI GOOSE :DDD How’s it going. 👉😎👉

Alright, let’s get into this one by one.

1. What was Ava like prior to the Safe Haven incident ? Was she any different?

In some ways, she was different! She was a little less… Grumpy? More joyful?

She’s always been this sort of annoyed-looking little fella, and has a bit of a hard time fitting in with the other critters (and it showed, I mean, a Hoppy Hopscotch that isn’t optimistic nor energetic? That was strange). So she’d usually just spend her time hanging around Doey, because he was the only one that seemed to want to talk to her out of everyone else. 

It always felt especially lonely whenever he went out to get supplies. 

2. Did she have a particularly noteworthy relationship with either Doey or Kissy (or even some of the other Bigger Bodies in Safe Haven prior to the game starting like Dogday or Hoppy) before the Safe Haven incident?

I think she only really stuck to Doey all the time. She liked Kissy and Hoppy but never really interacted with them as much.

She enjoyed Dogday’s company the most though. So you can imagine how devastated she was when he was taken away. 

That… incident might’ve also played a big part in how and who she’d get attached to. Better be careful as to not get her little heart shattered again, y’know? You never know who would be next.

Doey is the strongest of them all, and while she knows there's still a chance anything could happen to him as well... She's more certain he'll be alright.

3. Were there any other survivors (even if they don’t come into play for the story)?

I’ve never really mentioned it here, but yes! Some Smiling Critters from Safe Haven managed to find shelter before it got destroyed. Some Nightmare Critters that are still alive join them so they’re just kind of wandering around carefully.

As for upper areas, most of the toys encountered in the Game Station are alive ! Or at least they managed to escape Mommy Long Legs’ webs and are also kind of wandering around. Bunzo and PJ are scratched but okay, and some mini Huggies are as well, though some uh… met their demise at Mommy’s hands.

[discountlittlebro]

Sometimes I wanna post my darker fantasy stuff but then I freeze up and go,,,,mmm maybe not

Just know they’re in my head and the right audience would adore them but I don’t know if I have the right audience, ya know???

[tojisun]

thinking about the way jake smothers your moans with his hand. the way he hears the sound of your whimpers swelling, the pitch of your voice rising – slipping past gritted teeth until they fill up the space – before jake finally decides to cover your mouth with his big palm.

“shh,” he whispers, a breathless chuckle leaving his lips. “not too loud, sweetheart.”

the gruff of his voice and the sudden display of his dominance makes you clamp down on him, your tight walls milking his cock for all he’s worth. jake hisses in pleasure, his eyes narrowing at the unexpected reaction he pulled from you.

“fuckin’ hell, baby,” he grunts, bucking his hips up and thrusting his cock deeper into you. you choke on your moan, your dripping cunt leaking even more as you go cross-eyed, teetering into your orgasm.

jake laughs, the sound coming out so mean even as he gazes at you lovingly. “y’like it when i smother you like this? y’like feeling helpless in my arms?”

you whine, clawing at his back amidst your tears, not knowing how to answer. well, not even needing to.

“oh, yeah, you do,” he mumbles, nosing at your damp forehead and breathing you in. he ruts his cock along your walls, the blunt head of it kissing the entrance of your cervix – fuckfuckfuck!

jake nips the shell of your ear, huffing a fond laugh at hearing another of your stifled whimpers, before murmuring, “don’t worry baby, i love you like this too – fuckin’ putty and incoherent all ‘cus of my cock.” then, he presses a soft kiss on your cheek before straightening back up with a sardonic grin.

fuck-

[xiomeebo]

theres an interestin thing about makin art (music, cosplay drawin, writin etc) an postin it online where like. you make it for yourself, but the only way you can actually get feedback is for other ppl to see it. an comment on it. so you wanna get it out there more an have more ppl see it, but when you talk about that to ppl they kinda assume youre only doin it to see the number go up an they just tell you shit like "oh make art for yourself !!" an 's like yea. thas what 'm doin. i just wanna see if 'm actually improvin or not because if you just keep your shit to yourself 's hard to actually see if youve improved or not.

[sthilarions]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland Characters: Charles Rowland (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Additional Tags: Hanahaki Disease, The Boys Have Ghost Powers, Podfic Welcome, Blanket Permission, the hanahaki is a bit more complicated than standard hanahaki

Eleven days after Charles dies, he coughs up what he thinks is blood—just an after-effect of death, nothing to worry about. He doesn’t tell Edwin.

It keeps happening, and though Charles doesn’t know any other ghosts who manifest their deaths quite like this, it’s not that far out of the norm, surely.

Before he knows it, it’s been happening for decades… and he still hasn’t told Edwin.

[charterandbarter]

"To duel is to die, Daichi Misawa. If you can't take that, then run while you still can. Because you shouldn't be dueling at all."

Many thanks to @cardbored-box for their AMAZING depiction of my oc, Shion Shizuki, from my YGO GX fic Highlander Clause! Thank you for taking my commission!

Oh, Shion. He's just one guy trying to do the right thing. This is surprisingly difficult when god's a gamer and you're getting blasted by the existential horror of the isekai genre. TFW you think 'I need an adult. oh my god. I'm the adult. ' and you gotta grow up *again*. But these other kids are growing up with you, too. In fact, they're growing up for the first time in their lives.

What else can you do, but try to help them?

Save him, Gren Maju. Save him from this destiny bullshit. Save him from the Heart of the Cards. And--though it may feel impossible- please save him from himself. God knows no one else will.

Yet.

[ask-the-curtis-gang]

silly question but since everyone writes back in letter, do you have specific handwritings in mind for them? like if you had to give them a font or something

NOT SILLY AT ALL!! anon I love you with my whole entire heart n I have thought about this EXTENSIVELY. ok so I have an approximation of everyone's handwritin I'll put below but I also have some bonus hcs too hehhe

Johnny has probably the most consistent n normal handwritin of the gang. all his letters get kinda rounded but generally? Great handwritin 10/10

Pony has loopy 'I was thinkin real hard about cursive when I wrote this but I didn't wanna commit' handwritin. all his letters kinda slant but again. real real good n legible. would let him write notes for me n trust I could read em 9/10

Steves writin always looks like he was pressin down a lil too hard n his letters are real sharp n don't all start on the same line but you can read it just fine. good middle marker for decent handwritin 8/10

two holds the pencil like a goddamn animal. inventin ways to hold that thing no man has seen before. his letters are also just. big. he can't write small. I imagine Pony's ALWAYS bitchin bout the fact two takes up half the notes with his writin. he ain't winnin any awards but. I can read it so. pass 7/10

now SODA. my beloved. the font for him in my mind is his BEST handwritin. is big n chunky but you can read it! his NORMAL handwritin? oh Jesus christ. illegible. people are always bringin things he wrote back to him to ask him what the hell it says. (half the time even HE can't tell) god bless that boy. he's got the writin of a doctor 3/10

darry is straight cursive. very formal. he's probably got the most by the book writin. his handwritin looks like it was ripped from a handwritin book. despicable. soda can't read it for shit (combine dyslexia with cursive you got a headache that could kill a horse) im with Soda here. can't read it. but as far as unbiased votin? his handwritin is literally perfect so. unfortunately 10/10

Dallas has alright but spindly lil handwritin. I know realistically his handwritin would be fuckin atrocious. like. runnin with the big dogs of goddamn illegible writin (cough soda cough) but idk. this font feels right for him. especially the w into the i. not the worst I've seen but when he ain't tryin good LUCK soldier. can't read for SHIT. 5/10

The Shepards are a lil less accurate for what I see in my head but they ain't awful. angela has tiny tight lil writin. she's probably got the best of the shepards. fun fact she's the only one of them to do her a's upright. if somethin needs to be well written? her brothers are askin her. but me? hm. yeah I guess I agree with her siblings. 7/10

Curly's is probably the most inaccurate from this list. his writin is so weird. it all connects like cursive but. it's absolutely is not. it's all kinda slanted n weird. but you can read it alright. his writin is also real small. that's a shepard thing tho. 5/10

Tim's writin is real simple. it ain't bad really. it's like the delinquent cousin of johnnys handwritin to be honest. legible. but he fuckin hates writin so. (honestly the most writin he's done in YEARS is these notes) not bad. not good. 5/10

[skyblueartt]

Teen Michael Afton is my blorbo now

[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 14

Minors DNI!

Masterlist

Approximately 4,989 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings:  Sexual language and depiction of sexual acts, foul language, brief PTSD scene, mention of reproductive choices. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: See the end of chapter for a special authors note since I dont want to spoil anything here. I feel pretty good about this chapter, the art has some sloppy work because I was passing out while working on them so please be nice, I hope theres no typos or weirdness in the edited writing either because I was also passing out for that. The censored image can be viewed raw on my google doc (By clicking that link you are consenting to seeing graphic adult imagery and you are over 18). Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

Please enjoy this chapter! I worked very hard on it so reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated very much.

Tag List: @fan-goddess , @artxasa , @baybaybear1 , @amour-tae , @dij-ology , @jillian-mill

Chapter 14

                The day started with you getting a phone call from the contractor, he informed you that your house was fully repaired and ready to move back into; You immediately got changed and walked over, highly excited to see the finished work. You arrived quickly, opening the heavy wooden door where the smell of fresh paint and new wood filled your lungs. The sun’s rays lit up the rooms giving the home a cheery appearance, as if it was happy to see you.

You slowly made your way through the entrance to head straight for your room, when you passed through the doorway you felt a knot form in your stomach, the memory of the fire was making you feel fear as if you were experiencing it all over again. You let the anxiety hit you to really feel the emotions fully, you figured if you could handle the ghost of the past then you could strive to overcome it.

Within a few short moments, the feeling passed but the cortisol surge remained. You left the bedroom and sat on the couch in the living room exhaling deeply as you reclined. You looked out at the large storage container that you had yet to completely empty, it was costing you to keep it on the property and felt like a constant reminder of how new you still were to this country.

The entire day was spent emptying out the storage crate to fill up your home. Extra clothes and furniture found their place in every corner of the house, by nightfall you managed to get your bedroom and bathroom to look mostly normal again. The fire destroyed your bed and stained the wardrobes with soot, some floor lamps were melted and unusable as well as your window curtains.

-Looks like I need to buy a new bed and some furniture- You thought about how nice you could make your room, and what curtains to buy to cover the bedroom window with. -I think it might be good to invest in some security features too while I’m at it- Dover’s attack on you affected the way you felt when you were alone, it was now pertinent to have visibility from many angles and access to view them at any time in case someone tried to hurt you while you were unaware again.

After ruminating on your fears, you locked up and left the house, the moon was now high in the sky and you realized you hadn’t eaten all day. When you left and got to the end of your driveway, you saw headlights shining up the road heading in the direction of the Hewitts house. The driver gave a honk and when you squinted to look, you recognized the truck, it was Charlie.

He pulled up next to you and reached over to unlock the passenger door,

“Get in ‘fore you get ate by a coyote” he said through the open window.

You smile and hop into the passenger’s side of the truck; the seat is rough edged from wear and scrapes the exposed skin on your leg as you slide onto it. You shut the door and thank him for picking you up,

“Are there really coyotes around here?” You asked

He smirks, “Well now, ain’t a whole lot of wildlife really comin’ ‘round here no more.”

You wrinkle your brows, “Must be lucky then eh?”

He chuckles and raises his eyebrows, “Somethin’ like that”

You roll your eyes and give a tight-lipped smirk, you knew it wasn’t luck, if anything it was a whole lot of bad luck that accumulated on this land brought onto poor hapless victims taken from the outside world just to feed the starving Hewitts. This land really was a world of its own, it felt like you were existing in another universe, the remoteness didn’t help much with that either.

“What’s ‘at look for?” he was obviously trying to sleuth out your expression.

Your eyes widen and you quickly face the open window to prevent further incriminating looks,

“Nothing” you hope he would drop it, but he continues,

“You’re bein’ real suspicious ain’t ya? Somethin’ I should know ‘bout?”

You reply with a hint of annoyance in your voice,

“Oh my Goduh, nothiiiiiiiiing” -that should throw him off-.

Charlie laughs and changes the subject,

“You gon’ move back into Tilly’s house now that it’s fixed up?”

You continue to look out the window,

“Yeah, I have been bothering you guys long enough.”

He quickly replies, “You was never no bother girly, I know Luda Mae’s gon’ be real upset seein’ you less. She sure hates an empty nest.”

You didn’t think it would be that much of an impact, you felt like a total leech living there for as long as you did,

“I’m sure she will be relieved having less cooking and housework to do…she never let me help.”

Charlie laughs, “That woman? She’s been feelin’ like a mother again what with doin’ all the women’s work. Was always her happiest when she was carin’ for the boy. Obsessed with motherhood, guess it’s normal for womenfolk to think like that.”

You roll your eyes, you had become used to the way Charlie spoke about women in the time you lived with him, but it was still obnoxious to hear such outdated ideals in modern day.

Charlie puts his arm up on the bench seat, he gives you an inquisitive look, he asks,

“You think like her at all?”

You sigh, “Isn’t that a bit personal?”

He sucks his teeth and looks at the road, he continues,

“Shoot girly, it’s just a question.”

You remain quiet for a few seconds before responding, “No… it’s never really been a goal for me.”

“Huh.”

You replied, already feeling defensive, “What?”

“Just never encountered a ‘no’ from a woman regardin’ kids is all.”

Instinctively, you began preparing to hear the usual patriarchal bullshit thrown at women who choose a different reproductive path. You prepare the counter arguments in your head, you cross your arms and say,

“Ok, lay it out then, tell me how I’m going to change my mind someday or whatever. Let’s get it over with”

Charlie lets out a confused grunt, he turns to you laughing,

“Sweetheart, I couldn’t give two shits ‘bout you not wantin’ to get knocked up. Only reason I bring it up is ‘cus I heard some foolin’ around in the basement the other day.”

Your eyes widen and you tense up with embarrassment, he laughs again,

“Now don’t get yourself all twisted up ‘bout it, s’about time that boy got some tail.”

Your muscles relax a bit, you couldn’t help but blush at your seemingly private exploration being heard. He continues,

“If you n’ the boy are gettin’ that serious, I feel I need to warn you that he’s got no bullet with the blast”

Your nerves wanted out of this conversation, but your curiosity made you dig for information,

“How would you know something like that?”

“Tommy ain’t our blood, Luda Mae found him in a dumpster behind the meat packin’ shop she worked at back in the day. Was a large thing, that boy, t’was clear the momma didn’t want nothin’ to do with him so she tossed him like trash. He was uglier ‘n hell as a baby, not much different than now.” He laughs. “But he ain’t right, somethin’ in his dang blood made him grow into such a fuckin’ beast, made him stronger than any man I ever knew.”

The road was coming up on the house now, you wanted to know more, so you turned to fully face Charlie and asked,

“Being big and strong doesn’t make someone infertile…”

Charlie smirked as he parked the truck near the wheat field and shut off the engine, he leaned his head at an angle to look at you without turning his body,

“Girly, you remember we told you ‘bout the infection fuckin’ up his face?” You nod,

He continues, “He was in the hospital a few weeks getting’ medicine. If he was a normal kid he woulda died. The doctor told us he had some, uh… dang what’d he say now?” Charlie ran his hand through his hair as he thought, “I dunno what it was, somethin’ ‘bout his blood bein’ shitted up n’ to not expect any grandkids, specially with all the drugs they dun gave him. Luda Mae was real upset; I didn’t give no fucks long as he’d help ‘round the farm, and boy did he get useful.”

He got out of the truck and started walking to the house, you sat there mulling over the information you were given. -If he is infertile… No need for protection I guess- The thought of finally being able to safelyhave raw unprotected sex made you hot with lustful fantasies, sex was hard to fully enjoy when you always had the underlying fear of pregnancy looming over you.

You entered the house and made your way to the kitchen where you saw Luda Mae in a nightgown pouring from a teapot. She turned and saw you, a smile immediately formed on her lips,

“You been away all day dear, did you eat anything?”

You shake your head and walk closer to her, she continues,

“Just as I thought. I saved you some dinner in the fridge there, you can heat it up in the oven which is already preheated for you.”

She sets down the teapot and says,

“Did you get a lot done dear?”

You open the fridge and find a large plate filled with comfort food, you respond,

“Thanks for saving me dinner, you didn’t have to.” She smiles at you, and you continue,

“I got a ton of things done, I’ll be out of your hair once my bed arrives”

Luda Mae’s smile sank, you could tell she didn’t want to hear you were leaving. She saw you looking at her expression and quickly changed it back to a smile, saying,

“Well, that’s good for you dear, but don’t go feelin’ like you have to leave right away now. Take as much time as you need.”

You feel her hand gently placed on your upper back, she gives you some comforting rubs and you tell her,

“Don’t worry, I’m going to be over a lot. It’s just that the orchard needs someone there to care for it, and it’s a big job.”

She nods, understanding the need to get back to normal,

“Alright hun, you eat whatever you like and get some tea from the pot there. I’m headin’ to bed now but if you need anything, just knock on my door.”

You thank her again and she walks up the stairs. You see Charlie come in after her, he went straight for the bread buns in the basket on the counter.

“You headin’ to bed girly?”

You shake your head, he stuffs the bun in his mouth and begins to leave,

“thya ‘omarro” His words were muffled by the food he was chewing, you wished him a good night and listened to him walk up the stairs to his room, his footsteps thudding more quietly with each step.

You put the plate in the oven and let out a big sigh as you sat in the chair, you weren’t tired despite being busy all day. The thoughts of Tommy unloading his orgasms into you were energizing, you sat there feeling the ache between your legs gain intensity. -he must have gone to sleep by now, I better get changed out of these sweaty clothes-

You made your way to the bedroom and threw off your shirt and shorts, you took off your bra and exhaled in relief letting your breasts experience natural gravity again. You picked out a purple oversized T shirt that reached your knees, you felt immediately comfortable and paused before you left the room. -Might be fun to feel a little breeze as I eat dinner, everyone went to bed anyway- you quickly slipped your underwear off and tossed it near your bed, you blushed as you made your way to the kitchen giggling to yourself about the bold idea.

You step back into the kitchen and turn off the oven, you leave the plate in there to soak up the last bits of heat so it doesn’t have any cool pockets to ruin the meal. You turn and open the side door that leads to the porch, your bare feet touching the smooth wood floor. The moon was bright and lit up the land, you looked out at your home up on the hill, it was a barely visible white blob sitting lonely on the hilltop watching over the orchard.

You wondered what this town was like when it was busy, there weren’t many buildings around that you saw when you reached the gas station, but you also never drove up the road past the Hewitt house; as far as you knew, there was just tall grass and an evil man’s hiding hole.

The night air was refreshingly cool, it brushed under your shirt and tickled your naked body which felt invigorating. Back home it was rare if the nights were warm enough to stand outside half dressed, but you also didn’t have a large private porch to lounge in either.

Suddenly, a glow of warm yellow string lights lit up from the roof of the porch illuminating a large man standing in the doorway. It was Tommy, he bent down to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe and closed the door behind him. You were shocked to see him, and were now very aware of the fact that you were completely nude under this shirt, you almost missed the fact that he was shirtless.

You pull down your shirt to ensure it isn’t somehow lifting up and making your lower region visible,

“I thought you were asleep?” you ask

“Heard y’come in, wanted t’check up on ya” he spoke softly.

He moved next to you, putting his massive arms on the railing and leaning forward to look at the land. You felt nervous being so close to him with your secret hiding under the thin fabric of your shirt. -Why am I nervous? I was in a pond with him naked for gods sake!- Despite your previous escapades you still felt giddy at the thought of him discovering your hidden nudity.

You try to divert your nerves with conversation,

“Thanks for teaching me how to defend myself, it feels better knowing I might stand a chance now.”

He nods at you and smiles with his eyes, his dark mask hiding his damaged skin, you noticed his pushed back hair was wet and when he moved closer you could smell the fresh scent of a masculine scented soap, it was intoxicating. You shake your head a little to snap yourself out of it,

“S-so were you going to stay up here a while? I need to get my dinner out of the oven if you want to hang out as I eat.”

You quickly make your way to the kitchen hoping to escape his alluring scent, it was flooding your mind with wicked thoughts about his arms squeezing around you like a python while he fucked you. -god damn, why does he have to smell so good, and look so good, and be so fucking massive and hot!- You argued with your thoughts, you wouldn’t be able to try playing with him while Luda-Mae and Charlie were just one floor away, too risky, but you didn’t want to be obvious by pulling him downstairs.

You were wise to his antics, and you remember when he said “I’m gon’ start messin’ with y’now”he made sure you understood he was going to torture you with desire. He followed you into the kitchen barely being able to pass through the doorframe, you try to ignore him, you were onto him and wanted to see what he would attempt.

“I’ll get that for ya” he reached down into the oven without oven mitts and grabbed the plate without flinching, he sets it down on the table in front of you then reaches to get you a fork.

You touch the plate and it stings with heat,

“How didn’t that burn you?”

He shrugs, “Thick skin I guess”

He takes a seat next to you and hands over the fork, you thank him and begin to eat. He leans back in the chair and relaxes as he watches you, he then asks,

“That house o’ yers is done huh”

You nod, eating hastily not realizing how hungry you were. He continues,

“Y’gon’ move on out then?” His voice was vibrating the plate on the table from the low timbre.

You swallow the large ball of food in your mouth and reply,

“The orchard hasn’t been properly tended to in a while, I have to keep those trees alive and… Tilly made it a clause in her will.”

He crosses his arms and nods, leaning back and looking away,

“Won’t see much of ya ‘round then I s’pose”

You put the fork down and sit back, a serious look on your face, he looks over at you and notices the shift,

“What’s amatter?” he asks.

You look him in the eyes, “I wanted to run something by you actually”

He shifts in his seat and places one arm on his thigh and the other on the table while his torso was turned to face you,

“Y’can ask me whatever y’want”

A tiny smile hits your lips from his words,

“Well, Dover didn’t really teach me about caring for the trees. I figure I can read up on it and do my best to learn everything I can but…” You paused, you clenched the edge of your t-shirt bottom before finding the courage to push out the question, “I want to know if you knew anything about caring for orchards, and maybe, if you did… you could teach me the basics until I can do it myself”

Tommy was quiet, he put his hand to his chin and was deep in thought, you got nervous and added,

“Y-you can say no its ok, I know it’s a big ask since you already do so much around here, I just thought it would be nice to… spend more time together is all.”

He leaned back in the chair, it creaked under his weight,

“I’ll help ya. I dunno a whole lot ‘bout orchards but, I helped Tilly when she needed it, she taught me a thing or two”

You smile, “I’m really glad”

You got up to put the leftovers away, Tommy followed and stood up to open the fridge door from behind you as you placed the food back inside.

When he shut the fridge door, he kept is arms around you fencing you in. You spun around to look at him, he was towering over you, his steely blue eyes gazed at you through heavy lids. He moved his hand to gently caress your neck and trailed it under your jaw, lifting your face to look in his eyes.

“Y’don’t need no excuse to get me alone” his voice was smooth and enshrouded your mind making you feel a wave of arousal flood your body.

“Oh Yeah?” you speak in a breathy whisper.

He nods slowly, you touch the thick leather of his mask and say,

“What do I need to do to see your handsome face then?”

He hangs his head down and laughs, he lifts his head and brings it close to your face,

“Go ‘head then”

You excitedly remove the mask revealing his gnarled old wound that exposed his teeth through his cheek, the more you got to see his real face the harder you fell for him.

“Still likin’ what y’see?” he asks.

You smile and lift yourself up to his face, you look into his eyes and slowly move in to kiss his lips. He lets out a muffled hum as he kisses you back, you press in harder and lift your hands to cup his face, his stubbles was shaved off to a clean finish. You forgot how wonderful his lips felt, the kiss quickly became heated with passion, both of you began to breathe more hastily.

Tommy put his hands on the sides on your body, slowly moving them downwards until he reached where he wanted to. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and lifted you up onto his chest so your face was the same level as his, you stifled an excited squeal when your body lifted into the air so effortlessly.

He smiled and kept you in his arms while kissing you, you threw your arms around his neck to keep your body leaned forward past his bulky pecs to reach his face. You felt his hands move inwards towards your weepy slit. He was trying to get a more stable grip so you could sit comfortably, but when his fingers discovered no underwear, he stopped kissing you and gave you a devilish grin,

“What we got here?” he spoke through a chuckle

You blushed and bit your lip remaining quiet, unsure of what to say,

He kept tickling your labia with gentle flicks of his fingers, your breathing hastened and you suppressed a moan with your hand over your mouth,

“Bad girl, y’need to go to yer room huh”

You nod, “Put me there”

 He moves his mouth close to yours, but when you lean in for a kiss, he slowly pulls away grinning. He carries you through the porch door, entering sideways and leaning down to avoid hitting his head. He stops when he reaches the double door leading to your room, he turns around and places you on the railing of the porch which is wide enough for you to sit comfortably.

“Why did you set me here?” you ask.

“I aint givin’ in so easily” he grumbles through a smirk

“…do you want me to beg or something?” you laugh.

He gives you a smug look, “Maybe”

“Oh please, I can keep myself under control. No amount of flirting would make me want to be-“

He cuts you off by gripping your hips and pulling your body close to the edge of the railing top so you were flush against his warm torso. You huff defiantly until he presses his erection onto your cunt, your abundant juices coated the fabric of his sweat pants. You let out an unexpected moan and quickly cover your mouth to quiet it.

Tommy slowly rubs his stiff cock up and down the length of your lips, pressing in when his head met your hole just to tease you. He was grinning watching you hold your hand to your mouth as you hushed your whines. You so badly wanted to feel the skin of his dick move inside you, the cloth barrier was unbearable. He was enjoying the antagonization, his grip on your hips was firm you wouldn’t be able to escape even if you wanted to, he just kept pulling you closer to him until you gave in and said,

“Please, I want it” your words were like a song to him.

“Well, since y’asked nicely” he growled.

He threw you over his shoulder, making you giggle, and entered your room through the porch entrance closing the doors behind him as swiftly as he entered. He gently laid you on the bed gazing down at you while you writhed with arousal, you hesitantly spread your legs and lifted your shirt to reveal your lower half. Tommy got on the bed, it made a creaking groan under his massive weight. He leaned over you and placed one of his hands down between your folds caressing your entrance, you breathed in sharply and spread your legs further to let him have more access.

Tommy ran his fingers over your tender skin, his digits getting slick with wet the more he rubbed. You put your arms around his neck and pulled his face onto yours and kissed him, he moaned into your mouth and slipped his middle finger into your hole,

“Oh fuck” you whispered

His finger was almost as thick as an average man’s penis, and just as long. He slowly moved in and out of you, the calloused skin scratched your walls and bumped your g-spot sending your nerves into overdrive with pleasure, he feels your walls clench down on his finger,

“Y’got such a tiny lil hole” he says gruffly.

“Yeah? Why don’t you fuck it then” you command.

He pulls his finger out and runs his hand up your shirt skimming along your sensitive skin as he moves, he finds your breast and starts massaging the nipple making you moan with the electrical impulses that tickle your nerves.

“Y’want me bad huh” his tone was mocking.

You reply in a breathy tone “Please, fuck me”

Tommy pinches your nipple before he leans back and pulls his massive cock out from under his sweatpants, his erection was so full that he whined as he held it. Seeing his massive length was sending you over the edge with desperation. Tommy lowered himself down so his shaft lay on your clit, his dick was heavy and warm, the feeling of it on your swollen nub was making you feel drunk with desire.

He rubbed his length up and down your wet folds at an agonizingly slow pace, your wetness coating all along his cock making it glisten in the light of the moon. You tried to wrap your legs around his hips to pull him in but he quickly grabbed them with ease and pushed them all the way back so your knees were touching the sides of your chest.

You were so sexually frustrated with having him tease your greedy hole, you tried to raise your hips to entice him to slip inside but he remained steady.

Tommy saw how badly you wanted him to fuck you, he loved watching how your body beckoned him to enter it. He decided to have mercy on you and pressed his thick head on your hole, allowing you to slowly adjust to the width. He let out heavy sighs as your pussy began to slowly swallow his tip, the soft velvety feel of your lips made him moan deeply. The stretch of his girth sent waves of pleasure through your core and the vibration of his deep voice made it seem like you were mating with a beast.

You managed to slip halfway down his head before he couldn’t take much more and he began to slowly move his tip in and out. He was groaning, trying to control himself but your slicked entrance was beginning to bring out something feral from deep within him, he kept trying to slide more of himself inside but you weren’t opening up fast enough to allow him full entry.

You grab onto his wrists and dig your nails in, he was so wide that your poor little cunt couldn’t adjust fast enough to meet his lulling thrusts. You could feel a sting of pain with each movement as his width increased, the pleasure was overpowering the sting and you didn’t want him to stop. It felt like an impossible task to get even just the rest of his head inside, but you wanted so desperately to be penetrated by him, so you focused on relaxing your muscles to grant him deeper access.

He was quickly losing control over his movements and felt your vaginal walls loosening up, he fought the urge to just aggressively push in deep to get past the last hurdle. He was high on the feeling of your insides, his mind felt light and dreamy, as if his brain was swimming. He kept pressing in further with each forward motion until all of his head was finally inside you, he pulled out further before each hungry thrust to coat himself in more of your dripping sweetness.

“I want the whole thing, give it to me Tommy, I need it” you pleaded.

Tommy needed to get hold of his mind that was beginning to slip away, he had a strong carnal desire to just plow into you but he instead forced himself to remain still. You look up at him wondering why he stopped moving, your vaginal walls still pulsating around his tip from the incredible sensations it brought. He gives you a crooked grin and gently pulls out of you, then stands up off the bed and hastily puts his pants over his erection.

“What! Why?” you asked furiously

He laughs, “That’s payback, my angel”

Tommy walks out of your room and leaves you there a dripping, horny mess; You chuckled to yourself and flopped onto your stomach and yelled into your pillow. You now wanted to get past this cheeky stage and just start fucking like rabbits but you knew he was going to continue this provocatory teasing. It was time to pull out all your tricks and make it so unbearable for him to resist that he will give up messing around and give into his temptations.

Tommy got back into his room in the basement, his mask back on his face where it belonged. He was still fully engorged and now feeling pain from the intense pressure, he needed a release badly, but he also wanted to start practicing control over his desires. He was worried, he felt so close to just letting go and fucking you silly, he wanted to be fully present and aware if your needs when you two finally, properly, lay together.

He flopped on his bed and sighed; he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up for. The next time, he may not be able to pull away so easily.

Special authors note: I wanted to stray from the norm of Thomas constantly being portrayed as having a breeding kink (it can be hot don't get me wrong) because I know there are a lot of women who don't want to read breeding/pregnancy kink for various valid reasons and its fairly hard to find AFAB x Tommy smut where he isn't depicted in such a way. If you were expecting that, I apologize for disappointing you but I try to cater to the people who don't often get catered to because inclusivity is important to me when making adult content. So from here on out, the rest of the chapters in this series will be for the gals who don't want to think of that stuff when reading smut. Thank you for taking the time to read my fic, likes, reblogs, and comments are extremely appreciated.

-Next chapter

[kittenhypnotized]

sucking makes me dummer,,,being dummer makes me better,,

i dont need to worry,,i just need to sink,,,others tell me what to think,,

[xochimillilili]

hehe hi im jus a lil bunny and my butt is all defenseless- hope no one (you) tries anything…

Ohhhh wowsss a lil bunny whose butt is all in the open ?! Yeah, definitelyyyy wouldn't want a kitty to come across and find you like that for sureeee. Would be absolutely terrible if that bun got pinned down, it's soft poofy bunny tail bapped at and played with by the kitty.

Would be absolutelyyyy horrid if that kitty started to lick and knead at that bunny's butt, unable to hold Itself back from softly thrusting Its throbbing kitty bulge at the poor defenseless bun's face. Mmhmm !!! Mhmm, definitely would be so so horrendous if the bun can see the kitty sizing up the poor bunny's ass, calculating if the bun can take Him <3

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

It's tuesday again

I really desperately wanna say sorry if this bothered you but I'm not gonna unless that's rude sorry if that came off as rude

lizard. I am holdin you tenderly by the shoulders ily you are an ANGEL thank you. you are NO bother. you're a GOD send to a blog runner with no memory to speak of tidbit tuesday BAM

actually wait lil context for this. basically @your-unfriendlyghost wonderful tex, mark, n dallas are brothers au but the events of twttin n the outsiders still happen so mark n dallas are dead. however. pony finds out about tex n mark bein related to dal later (ill be talkin about this later I'm sure I love this au with my whole heart) but it ends up Pony meets Tex by happenstance. anyways. this bit is from that. (also HUGE shoutout to @damthosefandoms for bein the inspiration for all a this <3)

"You knew my... brother?" The word feels all wrong in his mouth. To be talkin about anyone but Mason with that word. But even as it dissolves on his tongue, he knows it's right. He had three brothers. N now he has one.

"I did." Ponyboy, that's what he had said his name was, sighs softly. His eyes get soft at the edges, far away. Tex's seen that look before. Like how Mason looked when he talked about their mama. Like rememberin somethin that used to hurt. Like a comfortable ache. Like a long ride.

"Dallas? Right?"

"Right." His gaze sharpens up n Pony studies him like he's seein somethin no one else has ever looked clearly at before. His smile is sad when it finally comes. "He would have loved you an awful lot, I think."

The question falls from his mouth before he can bite it back in. He doesn't want to know. But... he also wants to know more then he's ever wanted anythin in his life. "Am I like him?"

"No." There's the sharp stab of disappointment. Strikin n odd n out of place. But there none the less. But Pony ain't done yet. "The Dallas I knew hadn't been like you in a very long time. If he ever was. But if he had known you? He would have done anythin to keep it that way, I think." He pauses thoughtfully, takes in the scraps on Tex's palms, the dirt on his knees, the freckles across the bridge of his nose, the way his hair stuck up in every direction. His eyes catch on the smooth skin on Tex's knuckles. Unbruised. Unbroken. When he smiles again it's nearly breaks Tex's heart in two.

"Naw. I know. Y'all ain't nothin alike. N Dal would be awful happy for it."