#lookin at me with his big ol eye

[rararasputins-dick-mind-control]

im his favorite :D

[libras-interactives]

I feel i need to show you this emote i made for our discord server

based on that one meme

this is so blessed ....................

[sans-guy]

"What a cute little bitty! Maybe he'd like an apple?" Bo hands the small tiny guy a honey crisp apple. It's juicy and fresh, with a nice crunch to it.

pov ur owner tells you that you have to eat normal dinner first before u can eat tasty apple

[wellenklavier]

gonna try to go to the humane society after my doc appointment tomorrow here's my top candidates...

[octoooo]

Splatfest :)

[ram-to-the-ham]

There is not a single thought behind those eyes.

[feralthembo]

The hardest part about drawing blorbo is the intermittent screaming

[lamphous]

would like to reaffirm that the people mocked and derided me for saying that roman girls are the cas girls of succession but I was right. contrarianism for picking the third option and a resilience borne of the fact that being so used to losing means that even when we lose we win.

[prismuffin]

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy

w/ Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy

warnings?: swearing, mentions of drinking

*gn reader ( can be read as any gender ! )

!-!more under the cut!-!

John Price:

—You calling him pretty boy would definitely catch him off guard.

—Honestly he thinks it's a dare

—Depending on how well he knows you he might let it slide, unless you're in public or around other members of 141, then he'll reprimand you for it.

—Secretly enjoys it but tries not to show any reaction

"Drinking all by yourself pretty boy?"

John's head snapped in your direction, seeing you leaning against the counter. He was currently at the bar having a drink though your presence completely caught him off guard. He eyed you up and down before taking another sip of his drink, already sensing the headache inducing conversation ahead. "Pretty boy?" He questioned, his body jolting in a silent laugh, though it was more out of disbelief than anything. "Never call me that again Sergeant." "Yes sir."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

—Did he hear you right?

—Is honestly super flustered but is very happy with the new nickname, he's still very confused at the suddenness of it though.

—He's super smiley all day afterwards like it's all he can think about. Price had to ask him what was had happened to make him so happy.

Gaz was going through a routine pre-workout stretch in the training room. He had more of a lean build compared to some of his mates and though that doesn't make him any less capable it still made him feel as though he has to keep up sometimes. "Nice arms you got there pretty boy!" He turned his head in your direction, his eyebrows raised as he watched you wink at him before disappearing into the hallway. He beamed, feeling a bit more energized than before. He completed his workout with a confidence boost, nobody could tear Gaz down that day. He knew he was getting questioning looks from Price about his smiley attitude but he didn't care.

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

—He's so confused? Like did you really just say that to him of all people?? The guy wearing the mask all the time???

—Like Price, he thinks it's a dare or a joke you got forced into by Soap or something

—Doesn't know how to take random genuine compliments that have no context so please bare with him

—Might just fully ignore you honestly, especially if its early mornings

Ghost sighed as he walked into the common room. Soap and Gaz were talking about something in the corner of the room while Price seemed to be sat reviewing some files, you standing over his shoulder. You noticed him first, your eyes catching his as he stood in the doorway. You nodded your head at him, "Morning pretty boy." He blinked at you, seeing if you were serious. It wasn't something he had expected to leave your mouth and he didn't know how to react, he was thankful for his mask at times like these. Noticing your greeting, Price had turned and nodded to him as well before the both of you went back to looking at the files. He mumbled a "Fuckin' 'ell" as he walked deeper into the room. He just hoped that nickname wouldn't stick.

John "Soap" MacTavish:

—He easily accepts the new nickname with a smirk

—Two can play that game 'cause he'll definitely flirt back a little to be honest

—You're just adding fuel to his ego ya know

—Like Gaz he's just a big ole happy boy after you call him pretty boy

Soap was with Ghost in the locker room on base. He was chatting with Ghost, though it was more like he was talking while Ghost was listening, only giving input when he felt necessary. You'd walked in when Soap had just taken off his tactical vest, leaving him in nothing but a tight black shirt. A whistle cut through the air, catching the attention of both men. "Looking good pretty boy." Soap's expression morphed from confusion to that of an amused one. A smirk rested on his lips as he crossed his arms. "Not lookin' too bad yourself there la' " He winked before hearing Ghost groan about how you two were being gross.

Alejandro Vargas:

—It catches him off guard much like Price but he quickly gets over his shock

—Like Soap he's more than likely to flirt back with you

—Finds it funny, especially if it comes from nowhere

—Will tease you to hide his own flustered state

You were currently occupying yourself by cleaning off one of your favorite submachine guns. It was then that Alejandro had walked in with Rodolfo. They were both coated in sweat after a morning run which Rudy had immediately left to wash off. You would have joined them both had you not been minorly injured on one of the recent expeditions. You weren't complaining though, you got to rest all day and take in sights like this. A smirk found its way onto your face as your eyes scanned over Alejandro's form. "Welcome back pretty boy." Alejandro shook his head, a smile resting on his face. "Ten cuidado amigo/a, falling for me can be dangerous." (Be careful, friend)

Rodolfo Parra:

—He's flattered to say the least, he definitely wasn't expecting it but he's not mad at all

—Like Gaz and Soap he's very smiley afterwards

—You made his day with such a simple compliment and he secretly hopes the nickname will stick cause it makes his heart flutter.

Rodolfo was currently training some new recruits for Los Vaqueros, yelling semi-threatening words of encouragement as he watched them run the track. The yelling along with the heat had made him a bit lightheaded though he fought against the feeling. He jolted when a hand clapped his back, turning to see your face greeting him with a smile. "You doing alright pretty boy?" If you asked Rudy later he'd definitely blame the blush rising in his cheeks on the heat. "S-Sí, I'm ok." You tilted your head, unhooking your hip flask from your belt. You held it out to him "Cuídate Rudy." (Take care of yourself) He nodded, grabbing the flask from your hand and taking a big sip before handing it back to you. "Gracias." "De nada."

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Not sure how old Gidel is but how about we get to see him and Cheka meeting? and then big bros Leona and Fellow can watch their kids play with each other haha

So tell me, do you wanna go?

Fellow liked to think of himself as decent at arithmetic. Numbers made sense, had clear-cut definitions to them. They could be manipulated in predictable ways. Added, subtracted, divided.

He also knew that children don't just magically multiply--which was why he did a hard double take when he glanced back and found two figures trotting after him, not one.

"... Who the hell's this?" Fellow demanded, thrusting his fox-tipped cane at the second boy. "You seen this guy before, Giddie?"

Gidel furiously shook his head.

The new child, a lion cub with a fiery orange mane, stared up at Fellow with wide caramel eyes. “Hiya! Have you seen my ojitan? I'm lookin' for him."

"Your ojitan?" Fellow blinked. He combed through the NRC staff in his head. Not a single lion beastman came to mind. Shoot, looks like I can't hold him for a handsome ransom. "Nope, can't say I have. You might be lookin' in the wrong place, kiddo. Try Foothill Town."

"I don't have enough money for the bus fare. I used what I had to take the bus here,” the bot explained. “Plus, Kifaji might still be waiting for me back in town.”

Kifaji? Must be the brat’s babysitter.

"Well, sorry. Afraid I can't help ya. C'mon, Giddie. Let's get going." Fellow turned and took a few paces. The familiar clumsy footsteps of his little brother didn't follow.

He stopped and glanced back, finding Gidel pawing at the pendant looped around the lion cub's neck. It was beaded with vibrant colors, with a large circular silver medallion and a cerulean feather hanging off of it.

"Oh! You like my necklace?"

Gidel nodded.

"Hehe. Kifaji says it's my special charm. It helps me find my way home when I'm lost." A pause. "Do you wanna try it on since you don't have one?"

Gidel's eyes widened. He reached for his top hat and offered it to the cub. A fair trade, he seemed to suggest.

"Oi, Gidel!" Fellow hissed. "Now's not the time for fun and games!"

His protests went unnoticed, however. The lion cub plopped the top hat on red mane, and Gidel slipped the feathered pendant over his head.

"Ahahah! You look so good in that!"

Gidel shyly waved a hand at the other child. You too.

"Your name's Gidel?" The lion cub gave a huge grin. "I'm Cheka. Let's be friends!"

Shock slipped over his facial features. Friends? Gidel hadn't thought it possible. He moved around too much, could never plant his feet in the ground.

Something in his chest fluttered with excitement. Friends, for real? Could he really have them?

“Oh no, ya don’t!”

Suddenly, Cheka was yanked back by the scruff of his shirt. Gidel, too, fell backward, pulled by Fellow by the sleeve. He had half a mind to scold Gidel for talking to strangers--but his mouth went dry when he met the gaze of another beast.

Green, proud.

"Y-You're...!!"

"Ojitan!!" Cheka squealed in delight.

"Don't 'ojitan' me!" Leona scowled, keeping his grip on the child firm. "You keep runnin' off from your guards like that, and ol' Kifaji will blow a blood vessel. He wouldn't stop spam calling me until I nabbed you for him. You're going back to the old coot ASAP."

"Noooo, I wanted to play with you and my new friend!" Cheka protested, flailing his limbs.

"Not on my watch, you aren't. Kiss your ‘new friend’ good-bye.” Leona glared at the top hat Cheka wore. “And trade that back.”

“Hold on a sec!!” Fellow cried out. “Did you just say this kid has bodyguards?!”

Bodyguards… and related to this pompous NRC student… That means he’s loaded!! Well, at least his parents are. Operation Handsome Ransom is still possible!!

“Heeey, Cheka-kun! How would you like to come over for a playdate with Giddie?” Fellow asked sweetly, honey dripping from his voice as he wrung his hands together. (Gidel looked confused until Fellow elbowed him, forcing the boy to give a vigorous nod.)

Leona narrowed his eyes at the conman. "Nice try, omnivore. That trick won't work on me. Find some other sucker. Cheka, we're leaving."

"Ojitaaan, lemme down! I don’t wanna leave yet!”

"No."

"C-Come back, Cheka-kun! This Uncle Fellow Honest-sama has a neat magic trick to show you!"

“Go away!”

"...!!"

"By the Sevens..." Leona groaned. He could feel a migraine coming on. "Let it go already!!"

[lustnhim]

‘ ol toothless. ‘ — elvis x fem! reader

note: some dialogue from linda thompson’s ‘a little thing called life’ + requested / warnings: MDNI, teasing, big daddy being big daddy, innocent playing turning sexual, oral f-receiving, fingering, p in v sex, elvis being goofy. / summary: elvis wants to make sure you love him, even when he’s ‘toothless’.

“Honey, Honey, come look,” Elvis yells from the bathroom, and you roll over in bed- sitting your book down on your chest. “What is it?” You yell back, and you can hear Elvis chuckling to himself. He’s in a bathrobe, a dark red one with ���EP’ engraved in gold on the left breast, you can see his stomach bouncing slightly as he laughs. You notice how careful he is to keep his mouth shut like he’s hiding something. Walking over to the bed he sits on it, not saying a word, a silly smirk across his face. “Elvis, what is it?” You giggle out, shaking your head. He lets out a laugh before opening his mouth wide. “Lookie er’..” He says and you lean up close to his mouth, noticing the crown he’d always worn on one of his teeth was gone. “Elvis! What happened?” You asked, grabbing his face and turning it side to side, seeing if he had lost other teeth. “What’s wrong, honey? Don’t like it?” He laughs, sliding your hands off his face. You can’t help but laugh at him a little, sure, you’re worried about what he’s gonna do about the whole situation– but he looks so cute. “No, Elvis it’s-it’s just surprising!” You stammer. Elvis lays down on his side, moving the book off your chest. “C’mere honey, give me sum’ love.” he coos, talking like a full-blown hillbilly. “Give ol’ toothless Elvis some sugar.” He says, crawling over top of you making obnoxious kissy sounds as he covers your face in kisses. “Elvis! Stop that!” You laugh as Elvis kisses your nose. “Dontcha’ love me no more babydoll?” He asks, still talking hick. “You know I love you but you’re all over me!” You say, pushing your hands against his chest. Elvis pulls back, feigning hurt, “I like bein’ toothless. I wanna see if ya really love me.” Diving back in he kisses you on the lips this time, a small sweet kiss. “If you love me lookin’ like this.” He opens his mouth wide, showing it off. “Pfft! Elvis, honey please!” You laugh aloud and Elvis pauses for a moment before his hands start grabbing on your hips, squeezing and tickling you. Elvis grins wickedly, his fingers digging into your sides, making you squeal and squirm beneath him. "Oh, honey, I ain't givin' up that easy." He winks, his hands continuing their assault, making you giggle uncontrollably. "Now, tell me, honey, where does it tickle the most?" He asks, his voice laced with amusement. "Here?" He trails one hand up to your ribcage, making you gasp and try to wiggle away. "Or maybe... here?" His other hand moves lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you shiver. “Think I found a spot, hm?” He coos, moving his head down to your thigh, kissing it softly. “Elvis…” You whisper and he leans up smiling at you, making sure to show all his teeth. He crawls back up to your face, “Whatsa’ matter, baby?” He asks, a hand sliding up your nightgown.

You blush, biting your lip as you look up at him. "Elvis, we shouldn't... it’s too late.." you murmur, trying to sound convincing despite the butterflies in your stomach. "But... but what if I promise to be gentle?" He whispers, his hand inching higher, his thumb brushing against your panties. "And what if I promise to make it worth your while?" He adds, leaning in to nuzzle your neck, his breath hot on your skin. "Mm, baby..I can’t say no to you" you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "Good," he growls softly, his hand slipping inside your panties, finding you already wet and ready for him. "Oh, honey…" He slides a finger inside you, making you gasp, his thumb circling your clit. “Ya do like me like this.” He snickers and you groan. Elvis smirks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he continues to tease you. "Mmm, I knew you couldn't resist this toothless charm," he whispers, adding another finger, stretching you. “E-Elvis..be serious..” You beg and he begins pumping in and out of you. " I wanna hear it, honey. Tell me you’ll love me no matter what." His gaze is intense.  "Say it, baby," he demands, his voice hoarse with desire. "Tell me you love me, even without my tooth.” His face is dead serious, it makes no sense with how silly he sounds. You moan, writhing beneath him, your body aching for more. "I-I love you, Elvis," you pant, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Even when you're toothless'' You feel so embarrassed, he’s usually not so goofy doing stuff like this, you know you probably look like a tomato. Elvis’ fingers work on you, pumping in and out as his thumb circles your clit, the pressure building up in your stomach is unbearable. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Elvis slowly slides down your body, his fingers leaving your warmth, much to your dismay. But he doesn't stop there; instead, he hooks his fingers under the hem of your nightgown, pulling it up and over your head, leaving you bare except for your damp panties. "Elvis... what are you doing?" You ask, a hint of nervousness in your voice, as you watch him settle between your legs, his broad shoulders pushing your thighs apart. "Shh, baby, trust me..." He murmurs, his gaze locked onto yours as he leans down, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh.  Before you can respond, Elvis hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and discarding them to the floor. You feel a blush spreading across your cheeks as he exposes you completely, you were so close there was no way you’d last long. "Goddamn, honey, you're beautiful..." He growls, his voice gruff as he leans in, his tongue darting between your folds. "And you taste even better..." 

Your back arches off the bed as Elvis settles in, his tongue exploring every inch of you, his lips and mouth working in tandem to bring you pleasure beyond anything you've ever experienced. Your hands find their way into his hair, gripping tightly as you ride the wave of ecstasy that threatens to consume you. "Elvis... oh god" You moan, your hips bucking against his mouth as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "Don't stop... please don't stop..."In response, Elvis simply hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body, pushing you even closer to release. Elvis grins wickedly, his tongue lapping at you hungrily, his fingers joining in, curling upwards to hit that spot deep inside you. "Oh, honey, you taste so fuckin' good," he murmurs, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine. He continues his relentless assault, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his tongue flicking against your clit, driving you wild. "You're so close, baby," he whispers, looking up at you, his chin glistening with your arousal. "C’mon honey, cum for me." His words push you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you. Elvis laps at you eagerly, drawing out your climax until you're nothing but a quivering mess beneath him. As you come down from your high, Elvis crawls back up your body, his eyes filled with lust and love. "That's my girl," he whispers, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “I’m gonna make ya’ feel so good…” He reaches between your legs, guiding himself to your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds. "Can ya feel how hard lil’ Elvis is?" he asks, his voice tight with restraint. You nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Please Elvis, jus’ put it in…," you beg, needing to feel him inside you. Elvis groans, pushing into you slowly, filling you inch by inch. "Fuck…so tight.," he grits out, bottoming out inside you. He gives you a moment to adjust before starting to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, hitting all the right spots. You moan, meeting his thrusts, your nails digging into his back. With each thrust you let out a little yelp, his soft groans filling your ears as he thrust deep into you. 

Elvis smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he starts to move faster, his hips slapping against yours. "Is this what you wanted, baby? To feel me inside you, fillin' you up?" He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me, honey. Tell me how much you love havin' me like this." You gasp, your body arching into his as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you. "I love havin’ you like this..” You pant, your voice barely above a whisper. Elvis grins, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more needy. "Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself cum with me inside you." You hesitate for a moment, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks. "I-I’m already close…" you stammer, feeling overstimulated already. Elvis stops moving, his eyes searching yours. "Please, baby… I wanna see you touch ya’self while I'm fuckin' you. C'mon, touch that pretty pussy for me." He begged and you couldn’t take it. He wasn’t going to move unless you did, letting out a shaky groan you reach between your legs, your fingers finding your clit, rubbing circles as Elvis starts to move again. "That's it, honey. Just like that. Show me how much ya’ need it...” You moan, your body writhing beneath him as you rub yourself, feeling the pleasure build up inside you once again. "Elvis... I'm close," you warn, your breath coming in short gasps. Elvis growls, his thrusts becoming deeper, more powerful. "Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock. Let me feel ya squeeze me tight." Your body tenses, clenching around Elvis's cock. Elvis lets out a guttural groan, his body tensing as he follows you over the edge, filling you with his hot seed. "Fuck, honey... that was... incredible," he pants, collapsing on top of you, his body still trembling with aftershocks. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you both catch your breath. "I love you, Elvis," you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. Elvis lifts his head, his eyes filled with love as he looks down at you. "Awe, she loves me, no tooth n’ all..” he teases, making you laugh. “Be quiet.” You chuckle, resting your head on him.

“Anythin’ for you, Mama.” 

inspired by: @alienelvisobsession + idea from: @rogueinmymind - this was so cute to write i loved it :3 i have to more fics on the way (expect teacher elvis n’ a nice little fluffy fic for the first time!!) n’ i’m so excited :3

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[ju1cyfru1t]

Hiii pooks! 😙 I love❤️ ur writhing sm

I’ve been having such a spider man phase after watching the new spider verse movie and I was wondering what would the turtles think when they figured out reader being NY’s Spider women or spider person like they haven’t told thier turtle bf about it and stuff (live for the drama😵‍💫)

Always love you and def feel free to ignore!

I LOVE THIS thank you pookie 🤭 hope u like it 🫶🏻🕸️ u didn’t specify so I’m gonna assume you meant the rise turtles!

Rise! Leo, Mikey, Donnie, Raph x Spider-Woman! S/O

ROTTMNT x Reader

fluff! :D, fem! reader, contains swearing, not proofread

Leo

- He may not be the brightest mutant, but he is observant

- Probably interrogated the info out of you

- -> “Y/N, where exactly were you last night?” “Oh, uh…I was with, um, April.” “That’s funny…considering April was with us!”

- It didn’t really shock him to find out you had a big secret, what did shock him is what that secret is

- He’s also a little hurt that you didn’t tell him. Don’t you trust him??? But that wasn’t his biggest concern

- “Wait, so like…spider woman as in like, big mama kind of spider woman?” NO-

- You would have to really explain it to him

- But let’s be real, he still wouldn’t understand so you’d have to show him by like climbing up the fucking wall or something

- But he really does think your powers are super sick

- Laughs when you try to explain your spidey senses -> “wait, you’re serious?”

- ^ calls them your “tingly thing”

- maybe you can web his fucking mouth shut

- LOVES your suit, thinks you look stunning and super awesome

- “You know, I always said that was your color Y/N!”

- Invites you to patrol with them! (then he doesn’t have to do as much)

- thinks you’re so hot when you fight (NOT IN A FREAKY WAY YOU FREAKS) and hypes you up

- freaks tf out if he ever gets a web on him, including if you were to swing with him to get out of harms way

- doesn’t ask for them, but he can’t deny he likes the iconic Spider-Man kisses

Mikey

- would just straight up ask if you’re hiding something. Dr.Delicate touch DOES NOT PLAY ‼️

- Of course this would be something you’re hesitant about, but he would remind you that you can confide in him

- Def was not expecting THIS.

- He is asking you a million questions all at once, and will sit nicely and listen as you explain with starry eyes (stop lookin at me with them big ole eyes)

- You’re #1 fan and biggest hype man

- Thinks you’re the coolest person ever fr

- Wants to swing around on your webs with you. Around NYC, in the lair, in Donnie’s lab, on missions, it doesn’t matter he WANTS it.

- THE ICONIC SPIDER-MAN KISSES ALL THE TIME ITS HIS FAVORITE WAY TO KISS YOU NOW

- weirdly interested in your webs 🕸️

- Compliments your suit anytime you wear it around him; thinks your mask is so so cute

- ^ in his free time he’ll sketch and color new suit designs to show you (also just drawings and paintings of you in your suit)

Donnie

- isn’t going to pry any secrets from you; but he does secretly wish you’d come to him on your own.

- so you can imagine his gratitude and relief when you finally tell him what’s up

- Doesn’t really say anything about it, but he doesn’t get why you didn’t just tell him sooner. I mean, you do know he’s a hero too, right?

- he’s fascinated, he’s never seen anything like your powers before. especially because you’re not a mutant.

- really just asks questions about how it all works. Your webs, how you stick to surfaces, your enhanced senses, the whole deal yk?

- He did NOT like big mama’s webs, and he doesn’t really like yours either I’m so sorry.

- ^if he needs them, would ask to use some like he did with Big Mama’s

- It’s not you I swear he just can’t do it

- you could like climb all over his lab ceiling and walls and scare the shit out of him tho

- ^ “Y/N get down this instant! WE TALKED ABOUT THIS-“

- admires your enhanced senses and intuition of danger

- is absolutely gonna make gear for you, as well as offering to make upgrades to your suit

- wouldn’t really directly say it, but he really likes the design of your suit. it just fits you so well. (he IS going to make a purple one for you)

- would scream if you ever just dropped down in front of him to kiss him spider man style

- ^ traumatized; it’s not his favorite thing but he doesn’t mind terribly

Raph

- might take him a while to notice if something is off about you. Leo or Mikey would probably have to directly point it out for him to realize fully

- Isn’t going to beat around the bush and just asks why you’re acting lowkey shady

- really shocked, might take him a second to process even if he doesn’t really know exactly what you mean at first

- honestly he understands why you keep it a secret, just a little saddened that you kept it from him

- He’s gonna need you to really explain your powers

- “…where do the webs come out of tho?”

- would deepen your bond and connection. you can really relate to each other carrying a deep burden and the pressure of responsibility.

- AMAZING DUO with his strength and your agility

- very good hype man

- takes you on most missions and patrols, thinks you’re a really valuable asset to the team

- also calls your spider senses your “tingly thing”

- it’s not that he doesn’t like your webs, something about them just make him nervous. Refuses to let you swing him on them unless he’s in immediate danger.

- does NOT let you crawl around the lair walls, he’s scared you’ll hurt yourself

- ^ “Y/N! You’re gonna hurt yourself, GET DOWN!”

- really thinks you look so pretty in your special suit, he just doesn’t know how to say without feeling like he sounds dumb. He would DIE if it was red.

- “ I really…er, like your costume.”

- very supportive! he gets the struggle of protecting the city, but is happy you get to do it beside each other. :D

- he likes the spidey kisses, they just really fluster him

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y’all I’m sorry if there is any misinformation in this don’t flame me but I haven’t seen atsv yet

[octuscle]

From Penthouse to Trailer Park

"And now you want to tell me what my future should look like?" Matthew rolled his eyes and looked up from his new expensive iPhone for a moment. The visit to the careers advisor was obligatory, but he thought it was completely unnecessary. His parents had sold his great-grandparents' company to a German corporation a few years ago and now devoted themselves to managing their assets and looking after their bodies. Matthew was the only son, he would inherit everything and he had no intention of ever taking up a profession. He was interested in art, maybe he would study art history in Tuscany, but that was just a hobby. And a way to hook himself a hot Italian stallion…

He continued to play with his cell phone while the man across from him asked him questions, handed him brochures and swiped on a tablet computer. Matthew was annoyed. And he didn't even think the man was hot. Someone boringly normal to die for. Someone who had to work for a living. Someone who didn't go for manicures. Boring and repulsive. "Can we cut this short and end it now? I have an appointment with my personal trainer and then I have to go to the beauty salon. Why don't you fill out your form however you like? Do I have to sign anything? To document that you've done your pathetic job? Did your career counselor actually advise you to do this? Matthew chuckled arrogantly. Chris hated narrow-minded assholes like that. But there were plenty of them here at the school. So he quickly drew up a report and handed it to Matthew so he could sign it on the display.

Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, took his sports bag, neatly packed by Consuela, and left Chris's office without a word. He was looking forward to being properly tortured by Aaron, his hot trainer, at the gym. But he had rejoiced too soon. No one was available at his gym reception and Aaron already had another client. So he would have to train alone. This day was a disaster. And it got worse. Because he had obviously got the wrong gym bag. The clothes were neither clean, nor were they his. It was probably the bag belonging to Manolo, Consuela's son. Disgusted, Matthew took the clothes out of the bag. Should he just leave now? On the other hand… It might have been quite funny. He put Manolo's clothes on. Everything was a bit big, Manolo was 20 years old. Two years older and considerably more muscular. Without a private trainer… Manolo's sweat smelled so good! This was going to be a good workout.

It was a good workout too. Even if the other members looked at him a little disparagingly. With his cheap and dirty clothes, he didn't fit in here. But that didn't matter. Matthew was here to work out. Not to put on a fashion show. After an hour and a half of hard training, Matthew remembered that he still had an appointment. Shit! No showering now. He couldn't keep his tattoo artist waiting. Matthew stroked his pumped-up upper arm. Today the lines would be joined by the shading. It was going to look hot. As he left the gym, the employee at the counter called after him that his membership fees had still not been paid. Shit, it was the end of the month. Money was tight. Everyone was like that…

So, I'm Matt, dis here’s Junior, Pete, Chuck, an’ mah lil' princess Soraya. Shit, I wuz hopin' I could only father boys. I want at least five. An’ mah ol' lady already got a new baby in her belly. Keep yer fingers crossed it’s another boy. Shit, I'm lookin' fer a job right now. But it's just like the guy at the job center said: Once ya’re 18, don’t got no high school diploma an’ no education, yer prospects suck. I mean, I can sometimes help out in Hank's garage or drive a few routes at the truckin' company. But that don't help permanent. Mah own tattoo parlor would be cool. But who’s gonna pay fer that? An’ I mean, if someone wants their name or somethin’. An’ I’m makin' a mistake. I mean, spellin' or whatever it’s called wuz never mah thing. Guys, I can only advise ya to do yer thing. Mah life is awesome! An’ look at me! I’m the hottest guy in the whole trailer park. Ya can ask any slut here.

Chris shut down his computer with satisfaction. He had had a series of successful conversations. He believed he had really helped some of the students. And with the arrogant idiots who were born with the golden spoon in their mouths, he had simply recorded what he thought they deserved. It was just a dream. But he could jerk off to the idea afterwards.

[windy-trickster]

"Oh. You. You're the little one that my brother's told me about, yes? "Shu" or whatever you call yourself." "At least you aren't hideously colored like others of your caste. And you don't see the need to over decorate yourself." "Your 👁s are the oddest part about your being. 👁 don't know what my brother sees in you, but to each their own 👁 suppose." "7/10."

🕯 Agnora Judgements 🕯

-> Come see what this dark and brooding woman has to say about you

[wowa-bublord]

observation: your zack has this look in his eyes. like he's gonna spontaneously combust at any moment. /pos

it honestly reminds me of one of my dogs. who has similar crazy eyes (the PLEASE GET HIM BROWN CONTACTS kind), and Anxious Demeanor. a thousand yard traumatized stare: This Creature Has Been Staring Into The Great Beyond For Longer Than He Can Mentally Comprehend.

He IS about to spontaneously combust!!!! GET HIM BROWN CONTACTS PLEASE

STOP LOOKIN AT ME W THEM BIG OL EYES!!!

[miyuhpapayuh]

one.

Wandering around the indoor greenhouse, littered with different variants of flowers, Zora stops in front of the Japanese camellias.

“Wow... absolutely beautiful.” She admires them, before picking up a wrapped bunch and bringing them to her nose.

“Hm. No scent. Interesting.” She places them in her basket, continuing to move about.

Little did she know, she’d caught the eye of a man. A fine one at that, and he was on the move.

Sliding up beside her at a respectful distance, he clears his throat quietly before speaking.

“Excuse me,” he starts as she whips her head in his direction, looking at him over her glasses, very pleased with what she was looking up at.

“Yes?” The depth in her voice makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Wow, I forgot how to speak for a second there,” he says, making her laugh and subtly adjust her glasses, getting a better look at his handsome face.

“You’re absolutely stunning. Floated through here like an angel.”

“Aren’t you a smooth talker,”

“Just stating the facts, beautiful.”

“Smooth talker got a name?” She asks.

“Leon.” He holds his hand out for her to shake and she obliges, pleased with his firm grip.

“Zora.”

Her hands were smooth like cocoa butter, his formal grip on her lingering for a second longer.

“Nice to meet you, Leon.” She says, smirking once their hands finally detached.

“Pleasure's all mine, miss Zora.”

He flashes her a smile that takes her breath away, and inevitably makes her return the gesture.

Gathering herself, she looks down at the lavender flowers in his hand and back up at his handsome face.

“Aster, how pretty.”

His brow raises, making her smirk return.

“You like these too?”

“Yeah, they're actually one of my favorites!,” she laughs. 

“Who else has such good taste, if you don't mind me asking.”

“My mama sends me down here almost every other week for these and petunias,” he answers.

“Aw, how sweet is that.”

“I love my mama,” he cheeses, “what about you?”

“Oh, I just came to see if they'd taken my advice about rotating out some bunches for the season, and I lucked out with these!” She exclaims, pointing to the camellias in front of her.

“What kind are these?”

“Japanese camellias. Aren't they beautiful?”

He smiles, glancing between her and the flowers.

“Absolutely.”

She meets his gaze again, blushing behind her purple frames.

“I hope you don't have a girlfriend, the way you keep lookin’ at me. Cause I'd hate to break the news to ‘er.”

He lets out a hearty chuckle, shaking his head.

“Of course not! I'm as single as they come.”

“Mm, so you say.”

“I look like trouble?”

“With a big ol red bow on ya, mmhm.” She teases, earning another laugh.

“Damn, that hurts.”

“Oh, you'll live!” She laughs, looking back toward all the pretty colors the flower comes in.

“Get the pink ones, you keep eyein’ them.”

Refraining from gazing back up at him, she clutches a pink and purple bunch in hand.

“Alright, I think I'm done here.”

“Would it be cheesy if I asked for your number?” He asks, and she's right back to gazing at him.

“Cheddar,” she burns, with a smile and holds her hand out.

He hands the device over, watching her tap across the screen and hand it back.

“If you call too late, I won't answer.”

“No worries, beautiful.”

She hums a laugh as they head towards the register to check out.

He offers to walk her to her car since the sun is beginning to set, and she obliges, lingering a moment to catch the dip in his walk.

“Since you declined my offer to buy your flowers, how about a date instead?” He asks, once they get to her pretty yellow bug of a Volkswagen. Her prized possession.

She smiles before she can stop herself, already giving him his answer but he was patient in hearing it from her.

“Okay,” she answers, getting to see that award winning smile again.

“Maybe you're a good time outside the flower shop, too.”

He's not the only smooth one.

“That's guaranteed.”

“Good to know,” she unlocks her door, “goodnight, Leon.”

“Goodnight, Zora.”

I hope y'all enjoy!

Ch 2

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