#lookin at me with his big ol eye

[rararasputins-dick-mind-control]

im his favorite :D

[girlboygilliontidestrider]

first date >__<

((((def will color this later im developing a headache!! !!1!1!>>#>))

[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.

[fairyrcts]

────୨ৎ──── cherry!reader & tattoo artist!matt headcanons !

ᝰ.ᐟ tattoo artist!matt who met you for the first time by doing one of your tattoos

“uhm, no, rachel isn’t here today. you’ll probably be with me this afternoon.” he gave you a welcoming smile while he put on his black latex gloves.

ᝰ.ᐟ tattoo artist!matt who was intrigued by you within moments of meeting you

“what were you thinking?” he asked, preparing his workspace while you laid back on the bench.

“a pin-up doll, near my shoulder.” you spoke softly as matt looked down at you in some sort of adoration.

ᝰ.ᐟ tattoo artist!matt who loves making you his muse for his art

“stay right there f’me… perfect, baby. just perfect.” he breathed out, looking up from his sketch pad a few times as he drew the two bows that sat at the end of your braided hair.

ᝰ.ᐟ tattoo artist!matt who sits with you on his balcony smoking and having deep conversations

“it’s so nice out, tonight.” he took a drag of his cigarette after his sentence, looking out to the bustling city below them.

ᝰ.ᐟ tattoo artist!matt who loves teasing cherry

“matt!” you whined after he took a large sip of your diet coke when you specifically told him a small sip.

“sorry, sugar. couldn’t help it.” he spoke with a sly smirk on his face.

ᝰ.ᐟ tattoo artist!matt who lets you color in his tattoos

“are you coloring the cerberus red? seriously?” he chuckled under his breath as you looked up at him, nodding.

ᝰ.ᐟ tattoo artist!matt who definitely would have some type of claiming kink

“matt, what?” you look at him like he had just said the dumbest thing ever.

“what? you don’t think my name would look good in big ole’ letters across your neck?” he asked genuinely, letting his fingers run across your neck as if he was visualizing the tattoo itself.

۶ৎ cherry!reader who found herself staring from the second she met matt

“stay still, would you, hun?” he asked, slightly quieter than he intended.

you simply nodded, your eyes still sat on his face. the way he bit his bottom lip in concentration.

۶ৎ cherry!reader who loves doodling on him

“whatcha drawin’, sweet girl?” he asked, his left hand stroking your hair while you moved the ballpoint pen on his right.

“i dunno, ‘m jus’ doodling.” she giggled to herself.

۶ৎ cherry!reader who leaves her kiss mark on him

“look at that. all mine, hm?” you smiled down at the brunette that sat on your bed, his cheek and neck covered in your lipstick.

“yes ma’am.” he nodded, snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you down on him in the process.

۶ৎ cherry!reader who likes watching matt draw

his pencil moved rapidly on the paper while you stared. the way his veins became more prominent in his hands, how his brows furrowed while perfecting his art.

“what? why’re ya lookin’ at me like that?” he huffed out a laugh. “just admirin’ you is all.” you smiled.

۶ৎ cherry!reader who leaves little hand-written letters for matt before he leaves for work

‘bye, handsome ! i love you , xoxo’ the end of the small note said. he smiled to himself, tucking the note in his pocket as a keep-sake.

۶ৎ cherry!reader who wears matt’s favorite pair of red, laced panties

“wearin’ those for me, doll?” he leaned down to whisper in your ear after noticing his favorite pair of your panties peaking through your jeans when you bent over.

۶ৎ cherry!reader who adores telling matt she loves him an excessive amount

“i love you.” you smiled, legs crossed sitting in front of him. “i love you too, beautiful.” he leaned in, pecking your nose lightly.

“like a lot.” you added. he rolled his eyes lightly. “i know you do. that’s the 13th time in the past five minutes.”

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ author’s note !

AHHH aren’t they the friggin cutest?? also like mentally i’m thinking like matt’s sorta older (late 20’s or early 30’s) and cherry’s younger so she kinda makes him feel like alive?? YOU FEEL?? but idk cuz i also wanna make a dilf!matt au so i gotta think this out

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ taglist !

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[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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[darlingdaisyfarm]

can I have something with Stan in his scamming era? (where he founded Stan Co. Enterprises) 🙏🙏 begging you because damn that man looked so hot here

💸₊˚⊹ kiss me, i’m not buying 𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚ salesman!Stan Pines x reader

a/n: here it is! ugh, the grip this man has on me. i didn’t know whether to make this smut or sfw (believe me, i debated it for way too long), so i went the sfw route this time, but i’d be more than happy to write something spicier for salesman!Stan if y’all are interested !! 

you're standing in the middle of a sketchy flea market just off the highway and honestly it’s not exactly where you’d pictured spending your saturday afternoon, wandering through the rows of mismatched booths, scanning piles of junk that no sane person could ever need.

it's hot, too sticky, gross. your shirt clings to your back and you're already regretting stopping here.

but just as you’re about to leave, your eyes land on him. a man in a teal shirt with a collar so wide it’s begging for attention, leaving his chest hair on display that he’s clearly proud of, along with a chunky gold chain around his neck. his suitcase has clearly seen better days, but what sets him apart from the crowd is his wide smile, like he’s about to either sell you a miracle or steal your last dime. 

of course, you’d seen him around, not in person, but in loud, greasy ads on TV where he was always shouting, waving some half-broken thing, performing like it was gold, spitting promises about "how much you could make!" with a grin that could sell you your own reflection and make you think you needed to buy it.

and just because you’re lucky, he clocks you immediately. his eyes light up, oh a jackpot, Stan thinks. and before you can even pretend to be invisible, he’s striding over like he’s just found a hundred-dollar bill lying on the sidewalk. the suitcase bounces in his grip with each step and you’re already brainstorming ways to politely eject yourself from this situation.

"hey there, sweetie!" he talks warmly, kindly, so charismatic as if he’s known you forever and isn’t trying to scam you out of your wallet. “lookin’ for the deal of the century? 'cause I got it right here.” 

who even talks like that? your first thought is to walk away, but he doesn’t wait for your reply, flipping open his battered suitcase with a dramatic fwoosh, inside is a chaotic mess of. . . you don’t even know how to call it, whatever the hell this is.  

garbage. actual garbage.

“behold!” Stan announces, plucking out what looks like a glorified spatula, holding it up like it’s excalibur. “the ‘multi-purpose super-scraper deluxe!’ clears snow, scrapes gum, defends yer honor in a bar fight! this baby does it all.”

you blink, thinking, processing. then blink again. there’s no fucking way this man is serious.

“uh,” you squint at him, trying to keep a straight face. “why. . . would I need that?”  

Stan gasps like you just insulted his mother. “why wouldn’t ya? c’mon, sweetheart, yer too smart not to see the potential here! no more sticky messes, no more snowed-in mornings! and if some jerk at the bar gives ya trouble,” he mimics an exaggerated swing with the scraper, accompanied by sound effects. “you clock ‘em with the handle. it’s genius!”

your lips twitch, fighting not to curve into a grin. he’s ridiculous. his whole speech is absurd, but goddamn if it isn’t entertaining. he’s so into it, so unabashedly shameless, that you can’t help but laugh.

noticing your reaction, which he honestly expected, Stan leans closer, lowering his voice like he’s about to tell you some big, mind breaking secret. “tell ya what, baby. normally, this masterpiece’d run ya twenty bucks. but for you,” he winks. "fifteen! and maybe somethin’ else.”  

your brow arches. “somethin’ else? like what?”  

Stan rubs the back of his neck, pretending to be some shy, harmless guy who’s definitely not scamming you. “aw, nothin’ much. just a teensy lil kiss on the cheek, y’know, for good luck. gotta keep the ol’ sales streak alive!”

you freeze for a beat, caught off guard by his audacity and you hesitate. not because you’re scared, he’s too goofy to be threatening, but because you’re trying to figure out his angle. is he serious? does he actually think this will work?  

but the worst part is that it works. you hate yourself for not being able to reject, and him for being so damn smiley, friendly and charismatic. his shamelessness, his outrageous speech, the sheer brazenness, it all works against you in ways you hate to admit.

“fine,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “one kiss. but only if this thing actually scrapes gum off my shoe.”  

“deal!” his grin stretches impossibly wider in triumph, and you already know you’ve lost.  

you lean in cautiously, heart kicking up just a little, despite your best efforts to stay calm. it’s a kiss on the cheek. nothing weird. nothing big. quick, harmless, done. but just as your lips are about to brush his skin he— he what?!

the bastard moves, turns his head at the last possible second, so instead of his cheek, your lips collide with his.

you should stop, you must pull away and slap him hard for pulling that kind of shit, but for some reason you don’t. you let him kiss you and it feels warm, too good, contrary to his nature as a cunning salesman. Stan’s hand grazes your arm, daring you to stay in the moment even as your head spins. but then realisation comes, a little common sense hits you and you jerk back with wide eyes, looking at him in shock, stunned and breathless.

pleased with himself, Stan smiles cheekily at you with smug expression, looking as if he had just committed the greatest robbery of his life.

“well, what do ya know?” he chuckles, running a finger over his lips. “good luck for both of us.”  

what you don’t expect is to run into him again. weeks later, at another flea market, and then again at a diner on the highway.

the third time, Stan grins like it’s fate. “oh, ain’t this somethin’, sweetie? maybe the universe itself wants us to keep bumpin’ into each other.”

[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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[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!!"

[morningsharksworld]

Good ol’ dog

Hazard x Reader

A/N: I just wanted to write something where hazard is just a sucker for praises and where he gets called a good boy because I’ve been salivating for something like this. (I’m going insane apologies in advance)

Summary: Hazard lately has been putting lot of work, but no one seems to be taking notice of that except you.

Hazard was exhausted, the tension from today’s mission still visible in the tightness of his shoulders as he sat slouched in the chair by the window. He wasn’t one to complain, but the way his eyes avoided yours told you how much the day had taken out of him.

“You know, you could just let me pamper you for once” you said, standing in the doorway with your arms crossed.

“Pamper me?” he scoffed, his thick Scottish accent laced with a faint growl of annoyance. “I’m nae wee bairn. I don’t need lookin’ after.”

You sighed and crossed the room, ignoring the way he tensed as you stepped closer. “It’s not about needing it. It’s about deserving it. You did more than just ‘your part’ today, Hazard. You carried the entire mission.”

He huffed, leaning back in his chair as if the conversation was already tiring him. “Ye’re makin’ it sound bigger than it was. I just did what had tae be done.”

“No, you did what no one else could do” you corrected, and before he could argue, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

His entire body froze, his hands hovering in the air like he didn’t know where to put them. “What are ye—”

“Sit still” you ordered, pressing your hands to his shoulders to keep him from bolting.

Hazard’s cheeks flushed immediately, the redness creeping all the way to his ears. “Yer mad” he muttered, his voice low and strained.

“Maybe” you teased, cupping his face and brushing your thumbs over the slight stubble on his jaw. “But you never take care of yourself, so someone’s gotta do it.”

His eyes darted to yours, wide and uncertain, and it only made you grin. “You’re so used to being the one in charge, aren’t you? Always protecting everyone else, always doing the right thing.” You leaned in closer, your voice soft and teasing. “You’re like a big, loyal dog. Dependable, selfless, but absolutely clueless when it comes to letting someone take care of you.”

Hazard’s blush deepened, and his jaw tightened under your touch. “Dinnae call me a dog” he muttered, his voice gruff.

“Oh, but it fits” you teased, brushing a strand of his hair out of his face. “You get all shy when someone scratches behind your ears, don’t you?”

“Don’t worry,” you said, leaning even closer until your foreheads almost touched. “I’ll be gentle.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you didn’t let him. Instead, you whispered, “You’re such a good boy, Hazard.”

Hazard froze completely, his breath hitching at your words. His hands tightened on your waist, his eyes wide as he stared at you. But then something shifted—his lips parted slightly, and a low, shaky groan escaped him. The moment hung in the air, heavy and charged. His blush deepened, and his grip on your waist became firmer. He leaned forward slightly, his forehead brushing against yours, and you realized, too late, that something in him had clicked. Did…did he like this?

“…Hazard?” you asked softly, your teasing smile faltering as the air between you grew warmer.

His mismatched eyes locked onto yours, and this time, there was no avoiding the hunger in his gaze. “Ye keep callin’ me that” he muttered, his voice lower, rougher. “Ye dinnae even know what yer doin’, bonnie.” Your teasing confidence wavered, your heart skipping a beat. “I was just messing with you—”

“Were ye now?” he interrupted, his hands sliding up your waist to rest just beneath your ribs. “Because it’s gettin’ a reaction out o’ me I’m thinkin’ ye weren’t expectin’.”

Your mouth went dry as his words registered. You had teased Hazard plenty of times before, but this… this was new. His body, his gaze, even the slight shift of his hands—it all felt charged in a way you hadn’t meant to spark.

“Haz, I—”

“Say it again” he whispered, barely audible.

You blinked, startled. “What?”

You tilted your head, a teasing smile playing at your lips. “What, ‘good boy’? Is that what you want?”

Hazard groaned softly, his fingers digging into your hips. “Don’t make me beg, please...”

Hazard let out a low, guttural groan, his head tipping back slightly as he closed his eyes. His hands flexed against your sides, and his breath came out shaky. “Yer gonna be the death o’ me,” he muttered, though the way he pulled you closer and buried his head on your chest told you he wasn’t about to let you go.

Suddenly, regaining back your confidence you leaned in. Your lips brushing against his ear. “Oh, but I think I will” you murmured. “Come on, Hazard. I want to hear you ask for it.”

His breathing grew heavier, his hands trembling slightly as they gripped your waist. He lowered his head, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he let out a frustrated sigh. “Please” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Please what?” you asked, feigning innocence.

He growled low in his throat, lifting his head to glare at you and bucking his hips forward against yours slightly. His blush spreading all the way to his ears. “Please… call me a good boy.”

You grinned, brushing your fingers through his hair as you leaned in close. “There it is” you said softly. “You really are a good boy, Hazard.”

A low, guttural groan escaped him, and he leaned into your touch, his hands pulling you closer. His head dropped to your shoulder again, and you swore you heard the faintest, most broken whimper escape his lips.

You swallowed hard, your teasing grin now a nervous smile. “You’re… really into this, huh?”

He chuckled softly, his gaze meeting yours again, darker this time but still full of warmth. “Aye, and it’s yer fault.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could say anything, With a fluid motion, Hazard scooped you up as if you weighed nothing, his strong arms securing you effortlessly. Before you could even react, he laid you down on the bed, his body following close behind. He pinned your wrists above your head with one firm hand, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t start somethin’ ye cannae finish, Bonnie” he murmured, his deep, accented voice brushing against your ear like a promise and a warning all at once.

Before you could reply, his lips descended to your neck, tracing slow, deliberate kisses across your skin. A soft gasp escaped you as he added gentle nips and teasing bites, each one sending a spark of heat coursing through you. His grip on your wrists tightened slightly, keeping you in place as his mouth claimed you, marking his territory with every kiss. Maybe you had underestimated just how much your teasing would affect him—or maybe, deep down, you’d hoped for this exact moment.

[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

[weepingwillowwonder]

Gonna mix it up a bit here:

This prompt I did for Alastor a few days ago, but this time it’s with Angel Dust:

“Hazbin x reader where: You're a huge flirt, talking big game about what you'd do if they gave you a chance, but when given the opportunity you can't "put your money where your mouth is" and they give you exactly what you asked for…”

~PLUS~

 A request: “Angel dust x afab reader, with reader being very affected by him saying ‘good boy’ , maybe with some overstim...”

CW: Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Groping, GN but Reader does get called baby boy & good boy exactly one time

[NSFW 18+ ONLY]

~~~

“Angel baby, I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” A lopsided grin spreads on your face when you make your way over to the bar. Angel Dust turns in your direction as you take a seat next to him. 

“Lookin’ for little ol’ me?” He fakes a surprised gasp with his hand on his chest. You giggle in response and lean in close with your tongue sticking out.

“I was looking for you…thought you were off today?” You ask, accepting the drink Husk gives you with appreciation. Watching Angel Dust take a sip of his beverage, you tilt your head in question when he takes a moment to respond. 

“Ah well, I was off but Val called, said he needed me for an emergency shoot. You know how it is…” His fingers absentmindedly circle the rim of his glass while his elbow rested on the counter, his fist tucked under his chin. You nod following along as he speaks.

“Well…how was the shoot? Was it a good time at least?” While you were genuinely asking how he felt about the events that occurred earlier in the day, you couldn’t help but be a little curious about what kinds of acts his videos entailed. It was no secret Angel Dust was hot, you had eyes of course, but you wanted his attention more than anything. You wished it were you performing with him, not some random sinner. He let out a sigh as his bottom lip slipped out in a pout. 

“The shoot itself went well, as it always does with my work. It’s just…” He pauses as an almost shy smile makes its way across his face as he lowers his voice. “Heh, the scene Val wanted us to do really got me goin’ , ya know? More so than usual. And the guy I was fuckin’ just didn’t cut it, that’s all.”

Your cheeks warm as you pick up on his implication. It wasn’t unusual that Angel was open to discussing the details of his work. In fact, he was very comfortable venting to you (and anyone else who would listen), which you were thankful for as his friend. There was a part of you though that was pleased the conversation seemed to work out in your favor.

“I meannn, I bet I could do a better job.” You mumble, casually shrugging before taking a sip of your drink. In your peripheral, you see Angel lean back in his chair and cross a set of his arms. 

“Oh yeah?” He eggs you on with a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk. “Some pretty big words, toots, claimin’ you’re better than a pornstar.” 

“Mhm, I’d say I’m pretty confident in my skills.” Your fingers pinch the tiny straws in your drink and bring them to your lips. Forcing away the smile that threatens to show on your face, you make a show out of dragging your lips along the straws. A small drop of liquid falls along the corner of your mouth and you stick your tongue out to lick it up. You don’t miss the way Angel’s own tongue comes out to lick his lips, eyes trained on your very obvious display.

“You’re just askin’ for trouble, dollface.” He lets out a breathless laugh and looks at you with half lidded eyes as he finishes his drink. Angel looks down when you gently set a hand on his knee, then back up at you in surprise when you lean in closer to him.

“Maybe...But I don’t see you doing anything about it.” Your fingers squeeze his knee with a wink before you down your drink and get up from your seat. “Anyway I’m heading to bed. See ya around, dollface.” 

A wide grin makes its way across your lips as you mimic the pet name and blow him a kiss, purposefully sauntering your way to your room. Turning into the quiet solitude of the hallway, you make your way to your room and unlock the door. As you push it open, you’re startled by a voice behind you.

“Let’s see it then.” Angel says, bent over and a bit out of breath from running after you. With his chest still heaving slightly, he straightens himself with a hand on his hip and looks down at you with an excited look. Suddenly hearing voices coming towards you both in the hallway, he gently nudges you in the room and shuts the door. 

“H-huh?” You look up at him, confused for a moment before your eyes widen in genuine surprise. You didn’t actually think you’d get this far and now Angel was standing in your bedroom offering himself to you. 

“I said,” He leans back against the door with a set of his arms crossed, the other at his hips. “Let’s see it then.”

“I um…” You look everywhere but at him, finally settling your gaze on the floor. “Heh, uh…I just-, I didn’t know that....” Your fingers fiddle together as you try to gather your words.

“Oh, that’s real cute. You shy now?” He quickly leans forward to grab the front of your shirt and tugs you closer to him. A gasp leaves you when you're pressed against his chest, two of his hands moving to your hips and another cupping your cheek. 

“You gonna show me what this can do?” He asks, leaning in with a teasing smirk and slowly drawing his finger along your bottom lip. “...Or is it only good for running your mouth?” Your breath picks up as he bends down to hover his lips above yours. “Tell me to stop and I'll leave right now…” The tension builds between you two as neither of you move, taking in the feeling of the your breaths on each other's faces. 

“Please...” You squeak out softly, attempting to press closer to him as your hands grip the fabric of his jacket. Angel takes no time to press his lips to yours, heat fueling the pressure of the kiss. Your lips part easily for him and he coaxes a moan from you as he takes his time exploring your mouth. Keeping his hold on you, he pushes himself off the wall and walks you backwards to your bed, holding you steady as you stumble along with him. He only pulls away from the kiss to flip you both around and sits back on the bed, grabbing onto your shirt again to pull you into his lap. 

His fingers dig into the skin of your hips to pull you almost impossibly closer and his own slowly roll against you as the growing bulge in his pants makes itself known. Biting your lip, you maintain his eye contact as you reluctantly pull away to slowly drop to your knees in front of him. He immediately lifts your chin to kiss you again, deepening it when your hands reach to settle on his thighs. 

“You want it?” He breathes out when he pulls away, his gaze heatedly scanning your body. You give him a nod, but he only grins. “Yeah? Use your words baby, tell me whatcha want~” He purrs before reaching to tug down his shorts. You answer him, however you become distracted momentarily and your eyebrows knit together as something catches your eye.

“Do you always walk around commando?” He lets out a genuine laugh at your question before slowly stroking his cock. At that point, he has your full attention, your eyes flitting back and forth between his hand and his face.

“Gotta stay ready, ya know? Never know when a cutie is gonna offer to take good care of me...” Angel responds playfully before his bottom lip slips between his teeth. “Fuck...” he whispers softly as you take a hold of his member, mimicking his earlier motions. You scoot a bit closer to him and his legs spread wider to give you more room.

Leaning down, you start mouthing at his cock, not quite taking him inside, but sliding your lips and tongue along his length. When you do take the tip into your mouth, you’re rewarded by a hiss, then his hand coming to rest on the top of your head. You get lost in the feeling of him in your mouth, taking more and more of him, your own arousal apparent as his groans of pleasure grow louder. 

“That’s it baby boy…” He coos watching you with hooded eyes. “Gooood boy~” Your eyes flutter at his words and a loud whine comes from you as a hand grips into your hair. His hips slowly roll up to grind himself in your mouth and your eyes finally slip closed as he uses your mouth as he pleases. When he suddenly yanks you off his cock, you look up at him in surprise. “So dirty~” He notes, watching the spit that connects you both dribble down your chin and his length. Angel pulls you back up to make you stand between his legs and pulls you into a deep kiss tasting himself on your lips. 

The messines of his mouth on yours has you groaning into him and your hands scramble to get him to take off his upper layers. He assists you in doing so, only breaking away from the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. Soon after, he reaches to slide down your pants and underwear and begins palming between your legs. You can’t help but rut against his hand, panting softly against his lips and for a moment he lets you, watching your reactions carefully with a grin on his face.

“Suckin’ a little dick gets you worked up, huh?” He sees right through you, giggling as the snarky remark dies on your tongue. “Such a slut gettin’ off like this…”  His fingers press into you harder, focusing on sliding his fingers along the growing wetness. “Should I make you cum like this…?”

Your head rolls forward and you hold on to his wrist as you grow closer and closer to your orgasm. Angel starts stroking his length at your eagerness, allowing himself to focus on reaching his own release as well. He suddenly removes his hand from you and wraps it around your midsection, reaching around you. When he slides his fingers between your legs again from behind, he finds the edge of your entrance and presses gently along the rim. You don’t have time to react before he brings his mouth to your front and drags his tongue along where you’re most sensitive. 

The action has him groaning against you as you jerk in his hold, your hands quickly finding his shoulders as your legs grow weak. He doesn't let you pull away and holds onto you tighter, stimulating you from both ends even as you cry out his name. The slurping sounds of his tongue lapping between your legs and the slapping of him stroking his cock fills your ears as your orgasm hit you suddenly.

The tip of his finger presses into your tight hole and he continues quick flicks of his tongue against you as you cum. As you start to come down from your high, His lips wrap around your sensitive sex and sucks harshly as his hand speeds up on himself. He doesn't give you a moment of rest and continues onward as you almost fold over onto him. He groans against you and grips your ass with his free hand, exposing your hole and pulling you even closer to him.

“‘M so close baby, doin’ so good for me…” Angel murmurs against you as his hips jump into his hand. Before you know it, you’re calling out to him again as a second orgasm crashes through you, sobbing as his mouth continues against you, sucking up the arousal that leaks from you.

Only when he reaches his release does he pull away from you, resting his cheek on your tummy as he milks himself to completion. When he's finished he falls backward onto the bed and brings you with him, holding you close when your arms wrap around his neck. You both stay like that for a while before you break the silence.

“So…think I’m as good as a porn star?”

—

[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.