Dippy Fresh Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

My voice shook as I said, "You forgot, my stomach's upset." Alfred quickly apologized, "I'm sorry. I got carried away. Hold on, I'll get you some water." I gave a small nod and lay back, his figure retreating from my view. All I could picture was him holding Janet close. Perhaps Janet had lit a fire in him, and he was looking to me to put it out. The thought made me sick to my stomach, and before I knew it, I was in the bathroom, throwing up. That was what gut-wrenching disgust felt like.

Warm streams ran down her stomach, soaked into the open robe, dripped onto the floor between their bare feet. Stacy gripped the counter behind her, knuckles white. Her hips rocked forward on instinct, pressing her mound against the hard ridge of his thigh. She ground there shamelessly—slow circles at first, then faster—using the friction of his leg through thin fabric while he drank. Milk sprayed when he pulled too hard; it hit his cheek, his chest, painted glistening trails across her skin. The wet slap of her grinding mingled with the soft gulps in his throat.

The egg pressed perfectly against my most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through me. “Daddy… it’s really strong,” I whispered so quietly only he could hear. He smiled calmly at the movie and turned it higher. “You’re going to describe exactly how it feels. Right now.” I swallowed hard. “It’s rubbing my g-spot so perfectly. My pussy keeps clenching around it. I’m getting so wet, Daddy. I’m scared I’ll soak the couch.” Mia laughed at something on screen. “This movie is crazy, right Harper?”

because being on the ice feels amazing but nothing feels better than when Dylan calls him a stupid dorky meathead and kisses him right after. Andre has to get up and move because he’s feeling giddy like a teenager meeting their crush for the first time. What the hell kind of hold does Dylan have on him? Andre doesn’t know but he also has no issues staying right in the palm of his hand. “23 down is anaphylaxis” “Really?!” His grandma erases the word she was scribbling onto the puzzle and replaces it with Dylan’s and sure enough, the puzzle is completed.

Daisy raised a hand jokingly. “Is there a part where we stomp grapes like in the movies?” Garry grinned. “There is a demonstration setup.” Her eyes lit up. Later in the afternoon, they gathered outside near a traditional wooden pressing barrel prepared for guests. They removed their shoes. Daisy stepped in first. Cold grape skins squished under her feet and she squealed. “This is disgusting!” Ray stepped in beside her calmly. The juice splashed slightly. “Stand steady,” he said. She nearly slipped. But he caught her by the waist instantly. And for a second, they were too close.

I reach it cautiously, and my nose wrinkles at the foul odor emanating from the cloth. But it’s not stained with blood; it’s some kind of liquid with a putrid smell. I touch the stain, and my finger comes away wet. It's fresh. Fresh like it was left there a few— I immediately turn my head in Jimmy’s direction on the other side of the rubble. "Jimmy!" I shout, leaping towards him. It’s too late. My claws catch the collar of his shirt as he falls into the hidden pit he’s just stepped into. My grip doesn’t hold him for long because his shirt gets ripped out of my hands, leaving Jimmy plummeting below with a startled yell.

Across the sky panels, I see cracks forming. Each crack pulses in rhythm with the ache inside me. “You want exceptional?” he says softly. “Let’s escalate.” He lifts his hand. The city below freezes. Cars halt mid-motion. People suspended mid-step. Time isolates me. Then— The air tears open beside me. Dylan falls through it. Hard. He lands on one knee, breath ragged, eyes wild. The moment he looks up and sees me— The heat detonates. It is not gentle reunion. It is collision.

Daisy, intoxicated and unsteady on her feet, fell into a squat, inadvertently exposing herself as her skirt flipped up. Clark quickly turned his face away, afraid of catching a glimpse. Just then, a stream of yellowish and foul-smelling water cascaded from overhead, soaking Daisy from head to toe. Following that, a tangy and disgusting stench reached her nose. She raised her arm to sniff and almost vomited her dinner from last night. What was this smell? It was tangy and pungent, making her nauseous.

Well, today, Vanessa would return the favor. Vanessa took her time to observe Amber, and the way Amber's fingers ran through the curls on her rich, black hair. Her eyes were grey and warm, like chocolate blended with cream. She had freckles on her cheeks, but all it did was make her appear like a drawing from a book, giving her cheeks a never-fading blush. And the dimples that dented her face when she smiled only made her appear dream-like. No wonder it was so easy for her to make rich men do her bidding. "You look very beautiful," Vanessa finally confessed.

Never in a million years–that they saw it fit to randomly poke their nose in her own private affairs when she had pointedly made it clear she could have cared less to any of them? Well no… not really all of them. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” she muttered. Dionysus smiled, chugging down wait… is that vodka?! It… kind of smells like one but the liquid was such a vivid shade of violet, its freaking her out. Proserpina wasn’t sure what it was and she thinks she didn’t really want to know.