Hello! My name is Goomby! This blog is literally just a mix of a lot of different interests and hype-fixations.
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- Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure
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↦ I love dark and twisted Titus as much as the next person does but soft domestic Titus will always be my fave :((
↦ cw : just pure domestic fluff !! Super short and sweet !! Reader can be anyone. Minors do not interact !!
Titus Danforth is the most attentive husband during your pregnancy. It was 4 months after the wedding when you told him you were expecting a child, the look on his face was priceless. The first time you’d ever seen him cry, he was so happy, dropping down to his knees and hugging your stomach, promising to be the best father and husband ever, not to be anything like his father.
Titus took note of all of your cravings, making sure that the kitchen was fully stocked with all your favourite snacks, making sure that the cooks knew what you liked and what you disliked during your pregnancy. It was 3am, and you woke up with a sudden craving for ice cream with crushed salt and vinegar chips on top. You tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but alas, you couldn't, and in the midst of getting out of bed, you woke up your husband.
“Where are you going, angel?” His voice was groggy with sleep, but he was also getting up.
“Sorry Ti, didn’t mean to wake you, but I’m craving ice cream with chips so badly.” You really felt bad for waking him, tears gathered in your eyes. You couldn’t help it. Your husband turns on the night lamp and gets out of bed over to you.
“Hey, sweetheart, don’t cry, I’ll go get it for you. Stay here, okay?" You nod, and he gets your snack for you. After a couple of minutes he comes back with your food, and you kiss him and thank him before digging in, moaning at the taste. After you finish eating, you cuddle up with Titus and fall asleep satisfied and happy.
little bonus
When you were told that your baby is a girl, you both were over the moon. A little baby girl, Titus dropped to his knees, thanking you for giving him a daughter. It made you quite emotional, seeing your husband in such a vulnerable way. Everyone knew Titus as this scary rich asshole, but to you two he was the sweetest man.
“I swear I’ll protect you both. I swear it on my life.”
pope runs away with his girlfriend and leaves his family behind. Years later he reconnects with deran bc that's his baby brother, he's shocked to see a little army of kids when pope invites him to visit
GIRL the way i could not stop thinking about this… i was just going to write a lil’ paragraph and then suddenly it got way too long so i put everything under a read more.
warnings: mdni, pure domestic fluff, pregnant afab reader, silver fox pope cody.
word count: 1.2k.
you’re the one that convinces andrew to track down his brother. he tells you a lot of stories — both the good and the bad ones — about their childhood and you think it’s a shame that deran isn’t around to meet his nephew and niece; you understand why they broke contact, of course you do, but you really believe that now that they’re both out from underneath smurf’s thumb, things will be different. so, because andrew would do literally anything you ask, he tracks down deran and gives him a call. deran is in bali with adrian and it takes them a while to set up a proper meeting but the two of them talk every week after that initial call— it’s stilted and awkward, both of them wanting to reconnect but unsure how to go about it; they were never close, pope tells you one evening after a particularly uncomfortable call. no. deran and craig were close. pope was just… their big brother. the one they ran to when they needed someone beat up, not the one they would go to for small talk and human connection.
deran flies home three days before christmas. you don’t live in oceanside anymore, but you’re still in california: up north, where the beaches aren’t as crowded and twice as beautiful; deran comes by himself and he makes a joke about not wanting to spend the holidays with adrian’s parents but you’re fairly certain he was just looking for an excuse to be with his own family for the first time in years.
to say he is surprised when he steps through the airport lounge to find three little kids waiting there with a WELCOME UNCLE DERAN sign is an understatement. The sign is big and messy, much like your home life— there are hand prints in red and green adorned around the words, crudely drawn christmas trees adorned in glitter and the ‘e’ in deran is written backwards because each kid wrote one of the words and julia is still learning her letters.
you’ve never met deran before. pope kept you away from his family when the two of you first started dating and, while you’d been offended at first, it was easy to see the level of damage that his childhood had done to his psyche, so you stayed away. it’s been almost a decade since then though and, apart from andrew, deran is the only one alive— so you pull him into a hug as if you’ve known each other for decades before introducing each of the kids: the twins, theo and ethan, who are both six and absolute menaces and then julia, at just four years old, that looks so much like your andrew as she shies away from deran’s greetings.
“andy told us so much about you.” you say, unable to hide your smile when andrew himself pulls deran into a long hug; you know how hard it is for him to initiate contact and, although it has mellowed out with the children, it still takes a lot for him to stiffly wrap his arms around his younger brother’s shoulders.
“three kids, huh?” deran asks that evening, long after the children have gone to bed. the three of you sit on the back porch of your home, pope and deran side by side while you sit perched on pope’s lap. deran is on his second beer while you and pope share a glass of iced tea— andrew stopped drinking years ago, before the twins, after he finally managed to find a psychiatrist he could trust.
“four.” pope says, big hands sprawling over your stomach. “her due date’s in may.”
“holy shit.” deran shakes his head, but the smile that curls around the bottle is a fond one. “pope cody, family man. who would’ve guessed.”
“i knew from the day we met.” you say, then, turning a little from your spot so you could look down at your husband. andrew’s head tilts back against the beach chair and you bring a hand up, tucking a stray curl — more grey than ginger, now — behind his ear. “knew it from the moment i saw how good he was with lena.”
andrew’s face blushes hard, bright red as it always does whenever you compliment him. he presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist and whatever he’s about to say is drowned out by a loud, whiny ‘daddyyyyyy’ coming from the living room. pope is out of the chair before you can even register julia’s voice, his hands gently cradling your hips to guide you back into his seat before he disappears into the house.
“he’s happy.” deran breaks the silence the two of you fall into. you bite your bottom lip, watching through the window as andrew throws julia over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen pope unclench his asshole before.”
you giggle, finishing your tea, knees to your chest— as much as your hardening belly allows you to, anyway. the night sky is bright with silver stars above you, the ocean breeze just enough to make it chilly. you know what deran means, you’ve met the uptight, overvigilant version of andrew, but it’s so far in the past you can barely remember what he was like before.
“he’s loved.” you say, eventually. “i think that’s the main difference.”
“thank you.” deran tells you. you take your eyes from the stars to look at him, blinking in confusion. “for loving him.”
you don’t know how to answer that. it doesn’t seem like the sort of action that requires a thank you, it’s not the sort of thing you could ever stop and it surely isn’t labor; but you think you understand, deep down, what deran means. pope hasn’t had people love him — truly love him — before.
“pope didn’t even tell me he has kids.” deran groans when you don’t say anything, rubbing his forehead. “i’m gon’ have to run around the mall on christmas’ eve to get gifts for the damn brady bunch because the motherfucker didn’t warn me.”
you bark out a laugh. “it’s alright, deran.”
“no, it isn’t— i can’t have these kids thinking i’m a shit uncle on our first christmas together.”
“i’m sure you’ll find a way to get him back for it.”
“oh, i will.” deran turns his head to you, a small grin on his lips. “did he ever tell you about the permanent marker incident?”
“he did.” you point a finger at him. “and you will not ruin my christmas pictures, sir. go sow all of his leg pants shut or something like a normal brother.”
“what’re we talking about?” andrew says, coming back through the sliding glass door.
“julia alright?” you ask, getting up just so you can crawl back onto his lap.
“blankie went awol, she dropped him in her sleep. ‘s all good now.”
“we were talking about how much of an asshole my big brother is for not telling me there would be kids in the house on christmas. do you have any idea how much cheaper it would’ve been if i bought their presents from home?”
“deran’s going to get revenge on you for making him fist fight all the other deadbeat uncles that are buying kids toys on christmas eve.”
andrew snorts, a hand running up and down your thigh. “i know where all the permanent markers are in this house.”
“absolutely not.” you waggle a finger at the both of them. “no permanent markers anywhere visible on photos.”
Everywhere I go is so Craig Cody coded. I completely forgot about that song, and as I was listening i was thinking about this..
Craig would unironically have that blasting in his room, on repeat. Singing the lyrics, just vibing.
"Craig!! Turn your shit down!!" Pope yells from the kitchen.
"Just leave him man.." Baz tells Pope as they were talking about their side of the plan.
"How? I can't fucking think with that music blasting. Songs not even good.." Pope huffed, looking down the hall.
Obviously Craig being Craig, he turns it up more, maybe he cracked his door open so Pope can hear it louder.
Pope had enough, you can see in his expression. He is mad pissed so he slams open Craig door, stealing the speaker and takes it outside to smash it with his sledgehammer, the music suddenly coming to a stop but all you can hear now is Craig shouting at him.
"Next time, I won't be too nice.." He places the hammer back where he put it and went back to table with Baz.
I fr love all this new Sammy content!! I honestly need more!! What are your thoughts on if the reader on Halloween dressed as him like a cop and they was really into it. Do you think Sammy would be into it?
like imagine it’s a surprise. he doesn’t know you’ve tucked away one of his uniform shirts a few weeks ago just for this moment. he's waiting for you out in the living room, nate dressed up as a little cow and himself as a farmer (i love shawn in a cowboy hat and a flannel like jfc put that thing away). you emerge wearing his shirt and black pants, the small writing of his last name stretched slightly by the swell of your breast. a sight he cannot force himself to look away from. a fake plastic badge was pinned where his usually rested. sammy blinks hard and doesn't say anything, just looks at you with wide eyes. after a few moments of silence, you start to grow self-concious.
"do you not like it?" you ask softly, arms crossing over your chest. sammy stands from the couch and makes his way over to you, hands settling on your waist.
"don't you know it's a crime to impersonate an officer?" his voice is rumbly and his pupils are blown. does he like it? ha. you're funny. a wicked grin pokes at your lips.
"yea? what's the punishment for that?" sammy's hands slide to the curve of your ass and pulls you against him. you can feel how hard he is beneath his jeans.
Just finished season 1 of animal kingdom and.. DAMN. (spoilers undercut)
I loved his prison hair cut this season and how u can see his ginger more
Episode 2, he really was just ass out.. wasn’t he lol
Episode 9, I fully cried because you knew Cath didn’t mean it but Andy 1000% did, GOD. IT HURT MY SOUL..
Craig.. lemme talk to you for a minute.. *SMACK* THE FUCK U DOING WITH A 16 YEAR OLD. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER MAN…
Baz.. be a better dad to your daughter or I swear!!
J.. I understand you’re literally the son of Julia, and Julia’s twin is Pope but you gotta stop looking out in the window all weird like. Only pope can do that.
Getting a likeness is so hard. I felt, I did an ok job with Shads & Wyll, and definitely have to redo Gale, but Astarion here put me through the wringer. I think there's still something wrong with his jaw but overall I am ok with him now.
more Rohan x Akira because I can 🖋️❤️🔥🎸 self absorbed diva manga artist x self absorbed rockstar who happens to be a huge fan of Rohan’s work. PLUS THEY BOTH HATE JOSUKE ❤️🩹👨❤️💋👨
So many people ship Rohan with minors and it pmo 😒😒 this ship is a breath of fresh air for me
So I just finished the pilot episode to AK and wow, I get why people said they found him unnerving sometimes but what I am more concerned about IS SMURF BC WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KISS YOUR SONS ON THE LIPS?? WTF MAN…
So what if I was planning another Titus blurb.. where you and Titus are playing a cute little game in the forest and he is singing Hungry like a wolf whilst he is trying to find you?
warnings: 18+, dbf!brett richards (yahoooo!), age gap, first meeting, conversation filled with innuendos, sexual tension, smut, pet names (baby, kid), penetrative sex (p in v), coming inside (yippee), cum mentions
requested by: @bookbombshell
authors note: babe this is my favourite one and i saved it to be posted on my actual birthday, I was giggling and twirling my hair while writing it. this fic was requested from my birthday event! the fic is inspired by the song that was chosen.
Woah. When did Brett Richards get hot?
You’d never actually met him, his presence in your life was through the stories your father would tell about his days in the fire academy and through the pictures hung around your house. In the picture frames the Brett you knew was young, in his late twenties and early thirties, baby faced with freckles and auburn curls. He always smiled at the camera with a big boyish grin, his arm typically slung over your father’s shoulders.
The man across the lawn at the barbecue was definitely not baby faced. Brett was much older now, pushing fifty, with laugh lines and grey hair to prove it. His face had thinned out while the rest of him seemed to have grown - chest, arms, thighs. Looking at Brett now you understood what people meant when they said some people are made to be middle aged. Brett had been a pretty boy and now he was a sexy man, totally a silver fox.
You chewed on your lower lip as you crossed the lawn towards him, a heat swirling in your belly that had nothing to do with the July weather. It had been so long since you’d been with someone, let alone interested in anyone, that you almost didn’t recognize what the feeling was. Watching the way Brett expertly flipped the burgers on the grill with a flick of his wrist, his forearm muscles bulging, you knew exactly what you wanted.
You wanted to fuck Brett Richards.
You weaved through the crowd of people who had gathered for Edgewaters annual Fourth of July barbecue and came up to stand next to your dad’s best friend, who was delightfully alone.
“Hi,” You said, clasping your hands behind your back to avoid accidentally reaching out and touching his bicep like your fingers were itching to do. “I haven’t seen you in Edgewater before.” Brett gave you a friendly smile as he closed the grill and your knees shook at how handsome he looked when he smiled, with wrinkles in the corner of his eyes. You wanted to kiss his crows feet.
“I just got here a few weeks go.”
“Oh, me too! I just moved back.” You commented, giving him a beautiful smile back. You saw how his eyes flickered down to your mouth for just a moment and your heart soared in triumph.
“Why’d you move away?” Brett asked, mirroring your stance with his hands behind his back as he turned to face you fully. You knew that stance well, it was one firefighters did when they were standing at attention. You licked your lips as your eyes raked over his chest and broad shoulders before you replied.
“For school.” You said, your eyes moving back to his face and seeing amusement in his features. He caught you staring and you didn’t mind one bit. “But I came back because my grandmother is recovering from hip surgery and she needs some help. My job is remote so I can be here with her.” Another small smile crept onto Brett’s face as he nodded at your explanation. You could tell he was impressed by your decision to drop everything and return home to help your family.
“And you’re a firefighter?” You asked playfully, your eyes shining with mischief as Brett chuckled.
“What gave it away?”
“Oh, just your arms and your hands.” You said with an innocent shrug. Brett narrowed his eyes a fraction, thrown by your answer. He was sure you’d point out the t-shirt he was wearing with the fire department logo on it.
“My arms and hands?” He asked, tilting his head towards you in confusion. You nodded and held out your hand for him to give you his. He gave you a quizzical look but complied, unclasping his hands to give you his arm. You stepped unnecessarily close as you took his hand in both of yours, turning it over as you spoke.
“You clearly work with your hands, you have callouses and tiny scars,” You ran the tip of your finger over the palm of his hand, following the lines like you were telling his fortune. His fingers twitched like they wanted to grab your hand but they stayed flat for you.
“And your muscles show lots of strength,” Your fingers trailed across his wrist and up his forearm, sliding over the corded muscles under his skin. “Probably from swinging an axe and you’re too clean shaven to be a lumberjack.” You looked up at him then and saw his face was flushed a shade of pink it hadn’t been before. You bit your bottom lip and tilted your head at him.
“Am I right?” You watched Brett swallow, the muscles of his throat working as he stared at you with darkened eyes. He nodded, his eyes locked on your lips. You smiled and stepped back, hoping he’d chase you, which he did until a voice broke through the crowd.
“Oh you two met already!” Your mom appeared next to you, giving you a quick side hug as she beamed at her husbands old friend. “Your dad will be so pleased you recognized Brett, honey.” She said to you, completely oblivious to the charged energy between her daughter and her husbands best friend.
Brett stood there slack jawed as you conversed with your mom. He’d spent the last few minutes basking in the attention you gave him, his eyes greedily looking at the tops of your breasts peaking out of the neckline of your summer dress and imagining sliding his hands up your thighs and under the skirt of the dress. But you weren’t some random young woman flirting with him at the barbecue, you were his best friends daughter! He suddenly felt like a dirty old man, lusting after you like that.
You didn’t seem to mind, casting Brett glance that told him you wanted to eat him alive. His cock jumped at the look in your eyes, his imagination running wild with all the positions he could fuck you in.
Your mom broke Brett’s train of thought when she had to bid farewell suddenly to go help with some dispute at the raffle table. Alone with you once again, Brett tried to deflect.
“If you’re waiting on a burger they’re almost done.”
“That’s not what I’m hungry for.” You commented, your words heavy with innuendo.
“You’re playing with fire kid.” Brett warned, trying to hold onto his last shred of morality.
“Good thing that’s your specialty Deputy Chief Richards.” You said with a flirtatious smile.
“We can’t.” Brett whispered back.
“Why not?”
“Your dad-”
“Will never know.” You cut him off, squashing his worry. “C’mon Brett, you’re not gonna leave me all cold and alone tonight, are you?” You asked coyly, batting your eyelashes at him. Brett swallowed thickly, half his brain shouting this was a bad idea and the other half chanting ‘do it!’ again and again.
That half of his brain and his cock won out and soon he was leaving the function about two steps behind you. Your dad stopped you both, none the wiser to what was about to happen, and you lied to him effortlessly when he asked where you were going.
“Brett offered to come over and fix that leaking pipe my landlord has been ignoring.”
“Thanks for helping Brett!” Your dad commended his friend as he slapped him on the back while you all walked to Brett’s truck before your dad started heading back to the party. “I know you’ll take good care of my girl.”
And take ‘good care’ he did, alllllll night long.
“Fuck, fuck, you feel so good baby.” Brett groaned as his cock thrust into you over and over, his hips slapping against yours as he pressed you into your mattress. You moaned in response, your legs wrapped around him as you clung to his body for dear life. The room was hot and humid, partially from the July heat and partially from the marathon sex you were having with Brett. Your bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, your breaths hot and quick as Brett fucked you.
He knew this was wrong, you were his best friends daughter. Hell, his own daughter was only a few years older than you. But Brett couldn’t deny how good this felt, plunging his cock deep inside you, watching your face scrunch up at the pleasure he gave you. He wanted to get lost inside you, forever nestled between your perfect thighs.
“You’re doing so good baby, takin’ me so well.” Brett grunted, his forehead pressed against yours as his hot breath fanned over your face. Your nails dragged down his back as you whined, your pleasure nearing its peak.
“You gonna come?” You nodded frantically in response, a whimpered ‘mm hm’ sounding from your throat.
“Yeah, yeah, come on my cock baby. Be good for me kid, come on my cock like the good girl you are.“ Brett cooed softly, sending you over the edge. You came, your back arching as much as it could under his weight as you screamed his name. Brett fucked you through it, not letting up for a second. As your pussy fluttered with aftershocks around his cock, Brett muttered praises against your skin.
“Good job kid, you did so well. ‘M so proud of you.” Your pussy clamped down on his cock at his praising words as another whine was pulled from your throat. Your whole body shifted on the mattress from the force of Brett’s thrusts as he chased his own orgasm, the bed creaking in rhythm.
“Look at me baby.” He ordered. “Eyes on me when I come in you.” Your whole body grew hot at his words and you forced your eyes open so he could stare at you.
“Yeah, yeah, just like that. So good for me. Fuck, I’m gonna come."
"Please Brett," You begged, your ankles locking across his ass and pulling him impossibly closer.
"Yes, oh fuck yes, oh fuck baby I’m gonna come! I'm gonna come!” Brett panted, his hips slamming into yours frantically as he came, his hot cum spilling inside you. Brett sighed contently as his hips slowed to a stop, his cock buried fully inside you before he collapsed on top of you, his weight like a comforting blanket. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, heaving breaths against your skin, hot and fast. Your hands rubbed over his back as you tried to catch your breath too, your whole body tired and satisfied from the sex. It had been a long while since someone ravished you like this, you were practically floating.
“You’re amazing baby.” Brett sighed happily and you giggled with the little energy you had left.
“Worth it then?” You asked. Brett peppered kisses over your neck, trailing upwards to your lips. He kissed you soundly, his tongue sliding over yours.
“Very worth it. And if I’m already going to Hell, I might as well have some fun.” Brett kissed back down your jaw, pulling himself back until he was slipping out of you along with gush of his cum. Brett kissed down between your breasts, his intended destination clear. Your hands found their way to his grey curls and followed his head down between your legs as Brett showed you just how much he liked you all night long.
