#i was gonna make the hands gray but it didnt look very good

[leebrains]

my oinky sploinky kabloinky

#oh good heavens i have not drawn tk art in YEARS im soso sorry if its bad 😭 #lee!simon petrikov #ticklish!simon petrikov #sfw tickling community #:: v’s art #fionna and cake tickle #if this makes it onto main tags ill be so embarrassed #tickling fionna and cake #implied ler fionna because its almost her exact hand color #but tbh it could be anyone you want #i was gonna make the hands gray but it didnt look very good

[mattsobvimyfav]

For sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 7

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

short little baby chapter for u

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Y/N’s POV

Me and Chris walked back into the house. I didn't feel the greatest that I had that whole fight with Matt just for him to go with that bitch. I decided to turn my phone off and just spend some quality time with Chris. I started to get undressed as Chris walked in from the bathroom. “Oh my god, I'm sorry” he said quickly, covering his eyes, I giggled at him before throwing on an oversized T-shirt “Your fine Chris you can uncover” He uncovered his eyes, throwing his suit in the corner of the room. I grabbed my makeup remover and started rubbing it on my eyes.

“So pickle, you wanna talk about it?” he asked, throwing his phone away from him on the bed seeing mine was on my side table. “It’s not even like I have any feelings for Matt, it's the fact I would say we are good friends and he is choosing this literal cunt over me” I said as I wiped my eyes getting more annoyed as I spoke “Like its obvious shes straight up making fun of me when I’m around, she laughs at me, gives me nasty looks. I haven't even done anything to her”

He got up from the bed walking behind me placing his hands on my shoulders “ I know, it's not fair to you. I can talk to him if you want” he says, massaging the stress out of my shoulders. “No please dont Chris, he's old enough to make his own decisions. He just better stand by them when I knock her teeth out” I shrugged and Chris started laughing, letting go of my shoulders. “You’ll be suspended, is that really worth it… You wouldn't be able to play ten games of soccer” I turned back looking at him “Im quitting anyway, who cares” He looked at me with wide eyes. “Why the fuck would you quit, you're amazing!” I looked down “I didn't get the captain. I'm not doing it if i'm not captain” He looked even more bewildered “How didnt you get captain you were the best on the team?” This made me feel worse because the reasoning was so stupid. “They said my attitude was too bad. I got benched the entire last game because I told the ‘helper’ coach to shut the fuck up, my dad is not happy about that one” Chris broke out into a fit of laughter.

After an hour of just talking about everything his phone lit up on the bed with a call from Matthew, I insisted he answered because it was his brother. “Hello” he said, putting the phone on speaker “Hey where are you? I'm home” I knew he knew where Chris was, he just wanted to say it. “I am at Y/N’s, we left the dance a while ago, did you even go?” Chris asked clearly to get the tea for me. “No, I dropped Maddy off right after the call with Y/N, are you guys going to the party?” Chris looked at me, I had forgotten about the party but now a part of me wanted to go “Mattttt” I said jumping on the bed next to Chris “Yes Pickle?” Matt said, already knowing what I was going to ask, “Can you come get us for the partyyyy” I dragged out my words ``Of course, be ready in half an hour.” Matt hung up as I jumped up smiling at Chris, who also got up to get ready.

I threw on a pair of gray sweatpants and a black long sleeve crop top and a pair of my dirty converse, Chris was basically matching with his sweatpants and a white T-shirt. I made him take a quick mirror selfie with me before posting it on my story and closing out my phone again. Matt arrived and I ran into my dads room to tell him I was leaving with the boys and we would be back later. I raced Chris to the front seat and he ultimately ended up beating me.

“Okay buckle up now” Matt said as I looked at him literally wearing the exact same outfit as me with white af 1’s. We literally looked like the three musketeers.

“Y/N don't get too drunk, stay with one of us or in our eyeline” Matt said as we walked into the party, I nodded seeing as the last time I got drunk I got socked in the face. We walked in and I immediately saw Haylee and ran up to her. “Peaches!” I yelled, wrapping her in a hug. She hugged me back and stepped back to look at me “You are alive, you just disappeared at the dance!” I nodded at her totally forgetting I never told her I was leaving. “Yes sorry I left early with Chris” I turned back pointing towards him and Matt who were smoking with some kid from our grade. “Ohhhh” She said wiggling her eyebrow, I hit her shoulder “Not like that douche” We both started giggling before walking away to go get some drinks.I poured some svedka in a cup and mixed it with sprite as a chaser while Haylee poured us each shots of kinky. We downed the shots pouring another. “Hey Y/N” Nick said, coming up behind me dragging out my name. “Nicky!” I jumped in his arms and he laughed at my excitement “Where's my brothers?” He asked looking around, I shrugged “I don't know, they are supposed to be watching me but they are doing a terrible job” Nick nodded walking away, Me and Haylee walked over to one of the couches, there was only one free spot so Haylee sat down while I sat on her lap.

“Y/N, Where the fuck have you been” Matt said as he grabbed the back of my arm standing me up off Haylee’s lap “You are not doing a very good job watching me” I giggled knowing the alcohol I had been drinking has finally hit, but I felt the buzzing feeling leave my system as a girl walked up next to Matt. Maddy. “OH MY FUCKING GOD” I yelled out “Shes like your fucking shadow dude, get a grip bitch” I pointed the last part of my statement towards her “Excuse me” She said walking closer to Matt. “You heard me, everywhere he goes you follow like a lost puppy, news flash if he hasnt fucked you yet, ITS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN” I put my hands in the air as I finished my sentence while Matt looked at me with nothing but anger behind his eyes. Chris came up behind me along with Haylee and I decided to keep going “And if you keep giving me your nasty fucking looks you have one of two options” I stopped throwing up two fingers at her “Ill either fuck Matt and make him forget all about you, or I will stomp your face so far into the ground youll come back with an australian accent” Chris chocked back a giggle at the last part. I didn't even know where Australia was on the map; it was just the first thing that popped into my head. “You're just a bitch, maybe you should take the hint and realize that Matt doesn't actually like you” She was trying her best to make me feel bad but I had an adrenaline rush that happened anytime I argued with someone, it was like my body was always ready for a fight. “That's crazy because last I checked it was always MY bed he ended up in, not yours” I finally looked back at Matt’s face and man I already knew I was getting an earful when we left here. “Oh and-” I went to say more but Matt put his hand over my mouth and practically threw me over his shoulder. “LOOK WHO HES LEAVING WITH BITCH” I yelled right at the door as she stared at us Chris one step behind and Haylee laughing where I left her.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING” Matt yelled as I sat in the back seat, I slumped down in my seat. “I warned you all if she didn't keep her distance I was saying something” I looked up at the review and anger was still all over Matta face “I thought it was funny” Chris said causing me to start laughing “Matt bring me home I need to sleep in my own bed tonight” Chris said Matt nodded going to their house first leaving me in the car “He’ll be back out, we have practice tomorrow but maybe Ill see you tomorrow night” Chris said leaning in the backseat hugging me. I returned the hug crawling into the front seat. “We really need to talk when we get back. I need to get high before I even attempt that.” He said pulling out a blunt and pulling out of his driveway, he rolled the windows down and we passed the blunt back and forth driving around for an hour before finally making our way back to my house. I knew that this talk was going to go either very poorly or great.

Tag -

@worldlxvlys @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 @maryx2xx @larnieboox88 @orangeypepsi

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x you

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 2 episode 12

wow what a conveniently expository conversation theyre having just after beaming down

no chekov dont enter the spooky building

holy shit a dead dude

yep that dude sure is dead

holy shit alive people

weirdly loud and intense music

obviously old people think theyre in their late 20s. uh oh

old guy: "elaine was so beautiful. so beautiful." kirk: :T

yes kirk we get it ur into blondes

"old friend" ok so shes his ex. how many exes does this dude have

"when my husband died" so shes single. alright

i think i realized why i find so many of the Kirk Romances boring and annoying and only some of them fun and interesting. most of them are entirely on the basis of "shes blonde and hot and likes him because hes blonde and hot," and all the interesting ones actually establish chemistry and tension and its not just showing that theyre attracted to each other, its showing WHY. and then the boring ones just assume u understand why kirk wants to bang this blonde chick of the week. i actually dont. shes boring, show me why he wants her

obviously plot relevant comet mentioned off-handedly by spock as having not been investigated

kirk having memory troubles methinks

it seems the whole crew is becoming Old

topless kirk <3 thaaaanks <3333

kirks definitely having memory troubles

kirks tummy is so good

kirk has Body Pains

mccoy has gray hairs. theyre all entering their dilf eras

mckirk sexual tension

kirk has arthritis. lmao

they tried to make kirk look like hes balding by just slicking back his hair. he looks kinda goofy

mccoy looks ancient

mccoys southern accent is coming out

whoever wrote this episode thinks aging is horrifying

off-screen lady is off-screen

ok blonde doctor lady is starting to get interesting. my favorite part of this is that kirk points out that she talks like spock. interesting of u to say abt a lady ur hot for kirk.

blonde doctor lady is into dilf kirk. aight

honestly they didnt make kirk very dilfy :/ they shouldnt have slicked his hair back like that, it looks silly

kirk calls out that blonde doctor lady is into older men

alright this is a good love interest. im cool with this

chekov is grumpy

kirks memory troubles are starting to become problematic

kirks napping <3

woah so crazy how the comet was plot relevant

kirk you gotta go take another nap or something

weird tinfoil dildo

spock says Its Too Cold

commodore guy says kirk is getting too stupid to be captain

"this isnt gonna hurt a bit" "thats what you said the last time!" "did it hurt?" "yes!"

dead lady

kirk is obviously insecure

spock were in crisis i think its fine if kirk repeats himself sometimes for a bit. give him time to fix this

mccoys napping <3

kirk is canonically 34

kirk is grounded

kirks being funny <3

kirk does make a good point that theyre wasting time they could spend fixing this problem

commodore dude immediately makes dumb decisions

kirk as a rambling old man is fun to watch

hes acting like a jilted lover with spock. i love this show

the camera is still obsessed with kirks ass

hahahaha this show thinks radiation poisoning can be treated

commodore dude forgot about the space cold war

kirk is once again in restraints

"it could cure or kill" so itll obviously work

kirk has no fear of death

camera is weirdly focused on kirks crotch

yes lets zoom on his crotch while he writhes on the bed in pain. i couldnt make this shit up if i tried

commodore dude doesnt know shit about the space cold war

kirk is Fine now. damn i almost forgot how sexy he is

kirk is so good at captaining

the romulans should know that kirk would never blow up his ship. dont they even watch star trek

mcspock banter

"well, gentlemen, all in all, an experience well remember in our old age- /stops, reaches for his back with a surprised and thoughtful expression, then adjusts so it looks like hes just holding his hand on his hip/ ...which wont be for some while, i hope" youre 34 kirk it happens

#quark watches star trek #star trek #star trek tos

[musclelover4826]

Stoner Nerd

Alex was very excited when he had gone off to college. Finally a place all to himself. Well sort of. He had a roommate. There was nothing inherently bad about Mike. He was alright, not the type of person Alex would normally hang out with. Alex was a bit of a weeb. He loved anime, manga, and jrpgs. His side of the dorm was covered with Dragon Ball Super and Final Fantasy posters, collectable figures, and manga in less than a day. He set up his PS4 to the tv he brought with him. Ok ok he was a big weeb. Hell even his shirts and hats were anime themed. Mike's side on the other hand was posters of punk bands and skaters doing tricks. The skateboard tucked under the desk on Mike's side of the room made it clear he was a skater. Alex was less then thrilled when his roommate pulled out a bong and started smoking as the scent of weed filled the room.

"Don't worry bro its goin in a drawer if the RA shows up" Mike had said but really Alex couldn’t care less whether the stoner got in trouble or not. The upset look on his face was about all his stuff smelling like weed. They got along fine over that first week. Well, co existed might be the better word since less than a full sentence was said between them in that time. However what got him upset was when he just got outside the dorm on his way to class only for Mike on his skateboard to slam into him. The iced coffee Mike got from the café spilling all over Alex's shirt and pants. He was a bit nervous about making a first impression in his economics class since that was his major. He was dressed in a grey collered polo shirt and black dress pants, now all coffee stained.

"Shit sorry duude" Mike said in that deep slow voice. The way he stretched the word dude and the glazed look in his reddened eyes made it clear to Alex he was high.

"Dude what the hell!" Alex yelled. "I got class I'm gonna be late now!" He yelled letting his anger get the better of him.

"I said sorry dude, need some clothes? I prolly got a shirt you can borrow" Mike offered. And it honestly seemed like a good natured offer but Alex was too frustrated to stop himself.

"Oh and smell like some dumbass stoner in the middle of a economics class!" Alex shouted and Mike chuckled a bit, deciding it was better not to tell the nerd that after a week in the same room his clothes already kinda smelled like weed anyway. Mike tossed his arm around Alex's shoulders pulling him back into the dorm building.

"Then change into your own clothes bro but gonna be honest, the profs don't give a shit whether you even show up. If your a little late he won't care. And he'd get it if you say what happened. Just say your stupid ass roommate kept you" Alex had no argument there considering Mike already insulted himself. He allowed his anger to calm down. It wasn't really Mikes fault, he could have watched where he was going too. Something about the weed scented air around Mike made it hard to stay mad at the guy. They got back to the room and Alex changed. A gray t shirt and jeans. The fact that he didn't recognize them right away didnt occur to him. No the shirt was in his dresser on his side of the room. And it had a Demon Slayer logo on it. The boar head of Inosuke. He chuckled a bit not even conciously registering how it sounded like his roommate. Inosuke was a stupid ass. Just like Mike. Huhuhuh. Yeah no way Mike would have a shirt like this. No way he would have put it in the wrong dresser. And no way the coffee accident outside was anything but an accident. Mike was too stupid to plan anything malicious. Alex once again left the dorm building and went to class. He felt a little more clear headed once he was away from Mike but the smell lingered. Was it the shirt? He looked down, anime logo, dumb boar, the shirt fit, it was in his dresser. It was his. He relaxed again. He hadn't noticed he went through the exact same checklist as in his dorm. As if it was following a regersed script of reasoning rather than actually thinking about it. The smell was likely just from being close to him walking to the room. As the class droned on with random syllabus information he slumped back a bit in his seat, doodling in his notebook wondering why he bothered worrying about being on time. Mike was right after all, the professor never even questioned the 10 minute delay. The class dragged on until Mike got out and got back to his room. Mike was smoking and doing something on his computer that he had set up on his desk. Alex sat on his own bed and played some games a for a bit.

The next day was weird. He had fallen asleep in his clothes from the day before and it took a good amount of internal back and forth to convince himself to shower. After the shower he would feel a bit more awake and thinking back to the coffee incident he was a bit confused by his thinking, though he decided he should appologize to Mike for his attitude.

"Hey sorry about yesterday" he said.

"Don't worry about it dude, prolly shouldn't have been skating with a coffee" he laughed. "I can be pretty dumb sometimes" and Alex started laughing too. The fog over his thinking returning. He didn't know why he had a negative view of Mike. He was so chill, relaxed. He was right about the teacher not caring. A far cry from Alex's usual anxiety. Maybe he should try to be more like Mike. He let the picture form in his mind for a moment. The two of them each on their beds positioned to face Alex's tv. Playing Jump Force together and laughing as they each do something dumb. Mike was dumb sometimes. Alex could be dumb sometimes too if he was honest. He imagined Mike offering his bong and he saw himself taking a hit. Both of them fun loving dumb bros. Like any number of the main characters in shows he likes. Luffy, Naruto, Goku...his favorites were full of idiots. So why would befriending a real idiot be that different? He shook his head at the visual. No. No way he'd ever say yes to an offer of weed. Though hanging with his roomie more wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. He didn't even bother going to his other classes for that week as he decided first week was just overview stuff he could do without. Showing up to classes later each time until the last few on Friday were just skipped all together. Mike would come and go to skate with his friends but Alex just stayed in the dorm.

On saturday he was woken up by a box being dropped onto his bed.

"Whats that?" He asked rubbing his eyes as Mike grinned.

"Some shit the mailroom left at our door"

"Then why put it here?" Alex asked.

"Got your name on it" Mike chuckled. That damn contagious laugh that caused a matching dumb grin to spred across Alex's face. He opened the box to find a rolled up poster. He pulled it out and unrolled it. A Naruto poster. He looked at it confused and even more so when after unrolling it a pipe fell out. It was a small glass pipe, a blue and green swirly design. And a baggie of weed. Mike chuckled at his look "why you got that suprised look? Don't remember what you order? Man Ash you can be pretty dumb sometimes." Mike chuckled. Ash chuckled too. Ash? Like the guy from pokemon. Add him to the list of dumb anime bros he liked. But that wasn't his own name was it? And sure the poster looked like something he'd order. He bareky noticed the weed smell that coated the whole glossy surface. Or the slight rip near the bottom like the thing was bought used. He didn't remember buying it but it was something he'd ordered. His name was on the box. But the weed and the pipe? He'd never order them. Could he have order them by accident? Maybe the seller included them as a bonus? He wasn't that dumb. Well maybe Alex wasn't. But Ash prolly was. Ash like pokemon. Ash like whats left over after smoking! Huhuh. The dumb chuckle fell out of his mouth. Mike was stuffing weed in the pipe. Packing it. Ash corrected in his head as the slang came to mind. Mike lit it and brought it to Ash's face and he hsppily sucked on it. Holding the smoke for a minute before exhaling feeling the rush to his head. A familiar feeling that shouldn't be familiar. Yet it was funny as Mike chuckled as the smoke swirled around. Sounded kinds close was it Mike who laughed or himself? Ash couldn't tell because their laughs sounded so similar.

He didn't pay much attention when his short, neat black hair started to itch and tingle as it grew slightly longer and messier. He didn't pay attention when it started lightening to brown. He did notice the intense itching all over his body as some small dark hair grew. He didn't care much as his chub faded away to slim tone. Not the kind that came from working out just the kind that casually developed when one skates or shoots hoops with the boys. Stuff Ash clearly remembered doing now. His now loose shirt shrunk to fit his new frame. His scent became a pleasing mix of BO and weed. He chuckled as he put on some Naruto using a streaming app on his PS4. The smoke cleared out his head. Economics? Yeah right. He was a buisness major. Because weed was legal now and there was plenty of space for new buisnesses in that industry. But he'd be lucky if je successfully gets all Cs this semester. C gets the degree right? How do you spell right? R-i-g-h-t-e? Maybe nah r-i-t-e feels more rite. The growing void in his head stayed mostly empty as his skin took on a slight tan. Some details filling in with weed and skating and chilling with Mike. A high school friend of his rite? His future buisness partner. Though funny enough the nerdy shit didn't quite clear out though. Most of the manga did because fuck! Who reads? He wasn't very good at his games anymore but he played them for fun so who cared. And while he couldn't have an in depth convo any more about the extended universe of dragon ball. He sure could threaten someone with a kamehameha if they pissed him off.

"Damn your such a nerd Ash" Mike said looking at the show he put on.

"A stoner nerd bro" Ash corrected. "I don't sit around all lame and study. I can be real dumb sometimes too" he said and chuckled. And Mike chuckled. And everything was chill now.

#dumber #stoner #stoner tf #stoner nerd #my stories #skater #skater tf #long story

[littlx-songbxrd]

PLS

MORALLY GREY THOMASTAIR?

WHY HAVE I NEVER HEARD OF THIS

TELL ME MOREEEEE(only if you want to tho-)

OH NO I DONT TAKE CREDIT FOR THAT BEAUTY @lifewouldbebetteronmars SAID MORALLY GRAY THOMAS AND I COLLECTIVELY LOST MY SHIT FROM THERE

Have you ever watched fantastic beast? If you havent its alright but thats just a basis

So like imagine in a world where CC wasnt writting tlh and whoever was knew how to correctly potray this

And Alastair was the villlain

Only Alastair isnt actually a villain when you look into his motives and things hes just been screwed over by everything too much to take the *nice* rute

His goal?

Destoy the clave

See that does seem like a villain motive bit you see, its not. He doesnt wanna just destroy tye clave because of the power. He wants to destrot it because its all wrong, because they wont awcknoladge that theres anything wrong with the way they run things.

They do things that are mostly influenced by mundane culture and when called out on it clame they do not associate with mundand culture

Meanwhile those prejudiced are made to feel insane under their eye

The fact is unless your not a white straight neurotypical cis man the clave isnt build for you

The same as the mundane world

And Alastair (a gay poc man) is tired of this bullshit and no one willing to do anything

So he has one goal

Destroy the clave

But hes smart and brilliant and the clave doesnt even know whats going on until he already has spies planted on the inside

Alastair doesnt plan to take the power for himself he plans to have the clave reformed step by step

Basically he has secret meetings (this is where fantastic beast comes in) with people he finds would be good for his cause

Where he explains his plans and gives them an option to join him

If they dont he does let them go but he has a warlock that agreed to help that erases there memories of the proceedings

(See alastair has the downwormders on his side cause he promises them better rights and actually DOES plan to carry that through)

So Christpher is invited to one

Thomas goes with him because he has heard of Alastair Carstairs and he thinks hes insane

So after everything Christopher DECIDES to join him (so does Kamala, Eugenia and Grace)

Thomas follows them because he doesnt want Christopher hurt and hes not convinsed of Alastairs causes

He really does think hes insane

But Alastairs intrigued by him

Its rare someone decides to turn there back on their entire world unless they are 100% convinsed by his cause

So hes very very intrigued by Thomas Lightwood because he knows hes not into this plan completley

But theres smth about him

SO ANYWAYS ITS RIVALS TO GRUDGING RESPECT TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS

Basically Alastair slowly shows exactly what his thoughts on the clave are and how unfair everything is

And slowly lets Thomas embrace that part of him that lets him make his own decisions

And by the end he does tell Thomas hell let him go if he wants

That if needent stay here if he didnt want to, he'll take care of Christopher and his sister

He makes it a promise

And he knows from months of wirking with Alastair that he never breaks promises

But Thomas has slowly begun to see how messed up the clave was turns down the offer and just embraces moral grayness and stays

Then kinda feelings start being awcknoladged

I have a scene Alastair gets hurt and hes fine just needs to take it easy but hes kinda refusing and just goes back to actually work because nothings gonna get done if he rest

And like Thomas just appears takes the papers of his hands and just

*rest*

AndAlastair fights him and they have the *fight* where Alastairs like

Why do you care so much

And thomas BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

So yes morally gray bfs taking over the clave💞

#tlh #tsc #chain of gold #chain of iron #the last hours #cassandra clare #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #thomastair

[violetnotez]

HC: Being Super Fluffy and Giving Them Lots of Love!

Anonymous: Could I request something for Izuku, Todoroki, Shinso and Bakugo. They're doing their own thing and are super concentrated or something and reader is just so entranced by them and they're so glad to have be able to call them their boyfriend and reader just gently cups their face and gives them and the most love filled, soft kiss cause AGH THEY'RE PRECIOUS TO READER! 😭 You can totally ignore this if you don't wanna 😂😂😂 I just feel so soft rn

Ahhhhh this is adorable anon! Honeslty some days I just wanna give these babies the biggest hugs UGHHHHHH

Also I changed up my layout a little to be more “aesthteic”, so sorry it it looks different! Do you like it? Drop me a comment on this post or inbox about which style you like better (the usualllll vs. this one!)

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Pairings: Izuku x reader, Shoto x reader, Shinso x reader, Bakugo x reader

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I Z U K U 

You and Izuku are having another study night, your body sitting next to his

Obviouskyyyyyyyy this boy does nothing but study smh

But you had completely given up- your brain had shut down after an hour and now you were just half listening to Midoirya mumble and half just admiring your adoarble boyfriend

You honestly miss seeing him look so domestic- you always see him in his uniform, his hero suit, and occasionally his All Might PJs on the weekends

But it feels like agessss since you’ve seen him in proper clothing

He looks just so cute in his teal sweatshirt, his scars peeking out of his sleeves as he wrote random equations on his paper

And his mannerisms are just so adorable-his tongue is poking out of his lips as he tried to work through a math problem, his eyes squinted in concentration and freckles dusting his cheeks like stars

How did you get so lucky getting someone so sweet and cute as him?

“If two goes into this fraction then possibly the variable will be isolated once I subtract the four-” hes mumbling under his breath, his voice so comforting against your ears

You lean your head against his shoulder, the scent of him just barely noticeable but so intoxicating- 

AND HES SOOOO WARMMMM

“’Zuku?” you asked tiredly, a lovesick smile plastered on your face

The sound of your voice breaks Izuku’s thoughts, his brows softening as he looks down at you

“Yes puppy-oh, are you getting tired? You look pretty sleepy...maybe we should take a break-”

omg why is he so sweetttttt

You just feel so calm, so comforted with Izuku it felt like your chest was just filled to the brim with love for this boy

Without warning, you leaned up to Izuku and kissed him softly on the lips,  your head feeling like it was spinning from butterflies

AHHH HE COMBUSTING TOO THO

Once you pull away, Izuku’s cheeks are as bright as cherries and you cant help but smile, cause seriosuly no matter how many times you kiss him he ALWAYS gets flustered

“You know I love you right?” you tell him, butterflies filling your stomach as he looks down at you withe wide, green eyes

COMBUSTING IZUKU IS DECEASED REPEAT IZUKU.EXE IS NO MORE

“o-of course! I-I-love you too!” he stuttered out, his nerves so intense that his tongue was like lead in his mouth

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S H O T O

It was just one of those crappy

CRAPPY NIGHTS

You couldnt sleep, it was too hot, you were uncomfrotable, your ,ind was racing

And once you DID fall you course had a gut wrenching nightmare that left you panting and sweating from fear

WHAT THE HECK BRAIN

So time for some good ol’ Shoto cuddles

And that’s how your now cuddled up into Shoto’s side, his body keeping you nice and cool

This boy was literally the sweetest- even though it was like1 in the morning, he couldnt care less about that and just focused on you

He quickly knew something was wrong when you were waiting in the doorway, his strong arms encasing you in atight hug

“Y/n dear, are you feeling alright? Whats bothering you?”

You just snuggled yourself deeeepppp into that boy cause he felt so comforting, his voice was velvety

also how does he always smell like detergent and expensive ass cologne like yessir thats the scent for meeeee

He quickly ushered you inside his room, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly

Literally all fears from that dream melted away with Shoto- his energy was so unbelievably strong and protective, it felt like nothing bad in the world would ever happen cause Shoto was there, and he wouldnt let anything bad happen to you

Also- seeing him in a plain white tee and black shorts literally could have made you swooned, cause god this boy really looks hot in anything huh?

He didnt judge you in the slightest about the dream, just offering for you to spend the night with him

Your head was cuddled into his firm chest, that intoxicating detergent-cologne-rich boy smell making your insides feel fluffy like cotton as his hands quietly brushed the hairs away from your face

He’s ask you small question, like “Are you comfortable dear?” or “Is that dream still bothering you”, just little things to make you feel more safe and open to talk to him

Shoto never wanted you to feel like you had to hide anything from him, and the effort really showed

You were know getting sleepy but the overwhelming feeling of appreciation and love for Shoto was exploding out of you

At this point you just wanted to show your undying gratitude to your boyfriend for being so unbelievably adorable and sweet

You shifted yourself, propping yourself slightly on his stomach so you could look at his face

damn this boy really got blessed with all the good genes huh?

You ran your fingers lightly against his skin, relishing the slight changes from cool to hot, your hands cupping his cheeks and feeling both sensations course through your body

Once you felt him sigh from content, you took it up a notch, leaving feather light kisses on his sheeks, his brows, his eyes, his scar...any avaliable skin you marked with yours

“Love, may I ask what you’re doing- you should be sleeping right now, its quite late-”

“I wanna show you I love you tho...” you sent the boy a pout, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest and vibrating throughout your body

“But I already know you love me,” he grinned sheepishly cause god your just so adorable, like a puppy desperate to give their owner attention

“Well-I still want to show you,” you stated, your voice slightly thick from sleep as you continued to kiss the rest of Shoto’s face

All this boy could do was lean into his pillow, his hands finding themselves on your waist cause he knew you were gonna do this until you were tired

He wasnt complaining though- you being cuddly and cute like this literally rocked his world in the best way possible

“You know- your very endearing when your half asleep”

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S H I N S O 

Shinso is probably the most hardcore gamer you know

It was late in the night, and this guy was still going at it, now playing a game of Mario Kart on the TV, the screen bright against his features

You had gotten tired of the video games, just deciding to watch your boyfriend play instead of being the one to play

And god were you happy with THAT decision

He just looked so...adorable, his body clad in a tight black tee and baggy gray sweats, once foot straight and one foot bent as he sat on the floor playing

His hair was unruly as ever, sticking out in every direction

HIs eyes were completely enraptured by the task in front of him, scanning the screen 

He was just so cute, lookking so intense yet so sleep deprived 

it was adorable how badly he wanted to beat the player playing against him

And then he went a licked HIS LIPS

IN THE MIDDLE OF PLAYING

Your face erupted in red cause

OMG

HES JUST SO HOT AND PRETTY AND UGHHHHHHH

You waited unpatiently to the last round, the music picking up pace as he sped to the finish line, hes cart victoriously earning 1st place

The dude didnt even cheer, just the most self absorbed smirk plastered on his face in pride

THAT IS WHEN YOU POUNCEDDDDD

You quickly plopped yourself gently into his lap, your thighs cradling his sides

“Aww whats the matter kitten, not giving you enough attention?”

Yours hands fell against the softness of the black shirt and oh thank godddddd its so thin, your digits trailing upward and feeling the slight ridges of his muscles underneath the fabric

“No....its just- its not fair for you to look so cute while playing games and I cant cuddle you....”

“Heh, I look cute?”

This boy really cannot fathom how you find him so endearing, and now you just want to prove it to him

“Mmhmm,” you answer a smile on your lips as you cup his face in your hands

HIs hair is so tickly against the tips of your fingers, his broad chest radiating heat throughout your body

Your start to leave quick kisses on him, starting from his checks and working in towards his mouth, but not quite kissing him square on the lips

The closest you get to kissing him is on the corners of his lips, leaving electric sparks against his skin

The boy is desperate now

You cant just do that to him 

“Aww cmon darling, dont tease me like that” he sends you a cocky grin, his pointer finger gently tilting your chin and pulling you into a deep kiss

SHINSO IS A GOOD KISSER FIGHT ME ON THIS

Once you pull away, your head is just spinning cause goddddd this boy is just a blessing

“Let me play one more round, and then we’ll head off to bed, alright?” he asks, his free hand now cupping your cheek

You sigh in content, your hands wrapping around his waist and snuggling into his chest, a warm, smoky smell like cedarwood drifitng to your senses and lulling  you to relax

“Okay...”

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B A K U G O

“Im winning this damn bear for you-”

“Katsuki no you already wasted $15 now lets go-”

“Im WiNiNiNG. ThE DaMn. BEAR- SO SHUT IT AND LET ME CONCENTRATE >:(”

You have been standing here for 10 minutes now, Bakugo determinnneddddd to win this gigantic teddy bear for you from a claw machine at an arcade

You feel so bad about it, but honestly, its turned into a personal grudge from him now

HES DETERMINED TO WIN IT AND MAKE YOU HAPPY

While your watching him you cant help it but find him adorable

Hes wearing a plain black tee and jean jacket, something he NEVER wears but looks so good on him?

This boy could be a model fight me on this

His face is the cutest tho-

You can tell he’s absolutely pissed cause he expected to win the animal way sooner than this, his eyebrows pointed downward and his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip

and then

AND THEN

THIS BOY FINALLYYYYYYY GETS IT

He’s trying his hardest not to start cheering cause he really just did that (after wasting $25 but ya know we’ll overlook that)

Your so happy too and that triumphant look on his face just melts your heart

cause he may be a cocky asshole but hes YOUR cocky asshole

“Ha- see told you I’d win it!”

Whatverrrrrr- you roll your eyes, your hands already snuggling the big bear up to your cheek

ITS SO SO SOFT AND SQUISHY YOU MIGHT CRY FROM THE CUTENESS

Your mind is already thinking of where to put it in your room (names too??) but then you look up at your boyfriend and UGH you could literally melt on the spot

cause he looks SO PROUD and SO SOFT- his hands stuffed into the pocket of his pants as he gives you the smallest, happiest little smirk everrrrr

Your just feeling so grateful for the boy in front of you right now, that you put the teddy bear down and wrap Bakugo into a hug

Bakugo always acts like he doesnt want physical attention, especially in public-

But you know this boy lovessss to be touched, so when he returns the hug and gives your sides a small squeeze your weakkk in the knees

AND HE SMELLS SO GOOD

Always like caramel and something rich like firewood

You give him a quick kiss on the back of his neck

AND HOLY SHIT

HES COMBUSTING

Thank god the arcade is dark cause you would totally see his blush (something he will deny)

You pull away a smile on your face as you tell him thank you,

And

*le sigh

of course he ruins the whole cute moment you two had by saying, “Whatever-your the one who wanted the damn thing even though your too old for that shit-”

Just remind him of the All Might figures he secretly had stashed in his closet and he will combust again

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[babbling-idiot]

Colin gray x reader

Prompts

Request: On the prompt list: 9 angst, 8 fluff and 22 on random with Mr. Colin Gray pwease!! I love you btw!

9. “Why are you awake?”

8. “Sleep over? Please?”

22.  “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

Warnings: non

(Hey there anon thanks for requesting this. I had fun writing it. Luckily I felt like writing so thank you again, kinda set me in the right mood. Hope you enjoy!)

Tonight was not your night to say the least. It was confusing and all in all kinda ridiculous. You had tried to fall asleep countless of times, even trying desperately to get a hold of any one so you can talk. Obviously everyone was asleep at this time of night and they would probably be too tired anyway to talk, so your options were down to none. But there was one person that came to mind, that was probably asleep but would maybe stay up with you. Colin Gray. You and him had became friends after bumping into each other in the hall one day at school. You both somehow ended up knocking each other onto the ground and later became partners in a group project, so yall decided to become friends.

As you sit up in bed you squint down at your phone rifling through your recent messages until you come across a certain name "Emo Boi". You press the call button and wait. A few rings later and your hope is dying out, until you heard a groggy "I dont know who the hell this is but you better have a good reason as to waking me up this late." He says, clearly he was dead asleep before he answered. "I do actually. I am fully awake and bored. I have no one to talk to so I resorted to calling you, so what up?" You heard what sounded like moving around on the other side of the phone, you could imagine him sitting up in his bed. "Why are you awake?" " I'm bored colin. I need to do something to help me fall asleep. Like talking, talking makes me tired and your the one person that might help me." "Why, 'cause you think I'm boring?" "What! No, you know that's not it. Your an amazing writer and you have stories. That the only reason." He rolls his eyes at this "Well my phone is at 25% and I left my charger at your house so I'm not gonna be able to talk for long.." "Sleepover." Theres silence on the other end, maybe you broke him "huh?" "Sleepover? Please?" "B-but...i.....ugh....fine." "What you say?" "I said fine!" You smile to yourself "Keep me on the phone please!" "First, you wake me up for god only knows what then you want me to run down my phones charge. You are very lucky I like you.." you chuckle at this "Yes I know. Now hurry up." Just as you thought the night couldn't get any better all of a sudden you hear his music slightly playing. Bullet with butterfly wings? Smashing Pumpkins! Since when did he listen to there music. "You listen to Smashing Pumpkins? You like there music? How old are you colin!" "Good thing I didnt ask for your opinion." You scoff "oh come on, it's a good song. There is way worse shit you could listen to." "Oh yeah like what?" "PPAP. You know that pineapple song." "Oh jesus, that guy still haunts my dreams. Dont remind me please." At this point your laughing, almost falling off your own bed. You sit up fast in your bed when you hear what sounds like a car door outside. You walk over to your window and see colin making his way to the side of you house. Luckily your parents hadn't moved that ladder there, if they did then you and colin would be in a pickle. He climbs up and walks over to your window. You open it for him and he crawls in but ultimately fails and falls onto the floor. He then gets up and goes to sit down at your desk "Alright two things. One is your face okay and two what the hell are you wearing." He was wearing a black and red striped tank-top with what looked like his boxer-briefs but you didnt think he'd be that careless. He looks down at his clothes and realizes his mistake.  "Im fine. Last time I was here I accidentally left both my charger and some clothes so can I see them please." You nod and go over to your closet. You bend down and pick up the small pile of clothes and hand them over. He slips on the pair of pajama pants and then settles back down onto your bed. "So I'm here, I'm present! What do you wanna do?" "Well mom and dad have to leave early this morning so maybe we could put a movie on and talk about shit?!" "I like the sound of that. I'm picking the movie tho." You scoff "You picked last time!" "Yeah that was last time and this time you woke me up dead at night, so you got two options either i leave and your bored or I pick a movie. Careful this is a very critical situation." He says raising an eyebrow. You chuckle and roll your eyes "Just hurry and come sit down." He smile and slides a dvd in before jumping onto the bed.

Not even far into the movie your already fast asleep against his shoulder and hes running his fingers through your hair. You shift and he freezes, afraid he woke you but you ultimately snuggle into his side and he smiles even wider. He wraps his arm around you and lays his head back against the head board. "I love you y/n. I wish I was brave enough to tell you. You deserve so much, i hope I'll be the one to give you everything your heart desires, goodnight." He says as he kisses the top of your head. You smile slightly, hearing every word he had just said, little did he know.

(Hey there again. So to everyone, the prompts are very enjoyable to me so please do request for anyone in my masterlist. I am really trying to write stuff in my own time and hopefully will have a few fics out soon, so fingers crossed🤞😬. Hope you enjoyed this, have an amazing day/night and stay safe in the world plzzzzzz!!)

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[sanchoyo]

danny phantom 8-13 thoughts! again, under the cut bc I blew through 6 episodes in one go...

-LOVE THE WAY THE GHOST ZONE LOOKS. but theres fucking ghost cops??? ghost jail??? that SUCKS imagine dying and going to jail in your AFTERLIFE. danny going to JAIL WAS NOT something I expected. but seeing all the enemies together and work with danny to bust out. SO ICONIC I love that actually. and the thing about real world stuff acting as ghosts in the ghost zone is very cool.

-'there are some things more important that hunting ghosts!' mrs fenton says, about her husband forgetting their anaversary (FOR THE 18TH YEAR IN A ROW?? CHRIST) and not about, idk, their son clearly freaked out. she didnt even notice he was gone into the ghost zone!!! he might be a bad husband BUT shes not the best mom. they suck and I don't care about their relationship problems I care about these kids. danny doing his best to clean the house to keep his mom from getting mad at his dad?? hes such a good boy I want to cry, this is not his place, his dad should be cleaning his own shit up!!!

-maddie's butch lesbian sister is living my best life in her lil cabin. also being a snarky bitch to jack. queen. and her getting a 10th anniversary of her divorce. LOVE IT.

-mr. lancer being a cheerleader in his younger years makes perfect sense to me. king shit.

-dr. spectra's cat ears/mullet hairstyle?? sooo cute. I also just love the concept of a ghost just. sucking out people's positivity and feeding on emotions. a great villain. she put danny in a fucking diaper what the FUCK. and keeping it cold so no one would suspect shes a ghost??? INCREDIBLE. and her gay little blob sidekick. wlw mlm evil solidarity.

-JAZZ FOCUSED EP. YEAAAH!!! her first thought when she saw the ghosts was like 'omg i gotta tell danny :)' and her going to the teacher and also councilor trying to get help for him...shes just 16 but shes trying so hard to help him out :( watching this when youre younger I can imagine ppl are like omg annoying!! but watching this when im older im just like :( jazz baby im SO sorry </3 SHE BODIED THAT GHOST THOUGH. and the fact she didnt tell danny she knew surprised me. like, shes patient and waiting on him to tell her when hes ready!! thats so so sweet.

-christ the parents talking about 'PEELING IT LIKE AN ONION. AND EXAMINING REMAINS' of ghosts RIGHT INFRONT OF DANNY.

-'why am i so depressed and angry all the time!!' DANNY YOURE 14. i mean it IS a ghost this time, but...

-579$ top?? VALERIE NO ITS NOT EVEN CUTE IT DOESNT EVEN GO WITH THAT OUTFIT AAAA. tho this ep is called shades of gray..VALERIE FOCUSED EP FINALLY????! *THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE* I already knew about red huntress from my redesigns, but I didn't exactly know what that entails or how/why, so, it's fun to see the Origins.

-ghost pubby! ghost pubby!!!!! why is the dog a ghost?? the implication that the company had guard dogs and got rid of them...what did they DO. is it just the unfinished business?? of not having that toy it was looking for?? god I hope so.

I feel SOOO bad for valerie tho, my god. her friends are shunning her for what, because her dad lost her job and she had to move??? horrible. (and the fact the dog wrecked the moving van too...) I also love how 'from wisconsin' on the package was an IMMEDIATE RED FLAG FOR ME. WISCONSIN=EVIL NOW. vlads so petty.

-it took valerie like 5 mins to get the hang of hunting ghosts and shes already a much bigger threat than his parents tbh. who've been trying and studying this for years. and a more valid reason <3 love her shes so cute and cool. new daughter alert.

-'i should do SOMETHING to help valerie' no shit danny???

-'who is that, awesome outfit!' -top gay sam moments. i was going to say. before it immediately cuts to sam kissing danny LMFAOOO. don't think I like that, it puts tucker in a weird third wheel position... the next ep involves them holding hands and blushing when danny's cold...URGH No. not a fan ngl. the trope of 'if theres a girl in a trio she has to end up with one of the two guys!!'

-right as I say that they take it to extremes!! and ember shoots him with a love ray gun that makes him OBSESSIVE OVER SAM. AND SHE TAKES HIS HANDS AND SAYS 'YOU DONT FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT ME, I DONT FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT YOU' and her saying she doesnt want to be together like this. and tucker saying 'i always knew you two would get together!!' dont manifest it tucker please. the show pushing for it so hard makes me not want it KSHKJKJD I KNOW its probably canon. it sucks though. im a hater.

-vlad just LURKING AROUND THE SCHOOL GIVING VALERIE GIFTS ASJKDHKJ YOU WEIRD PETTY OLD MAN GO HOME!!!

-EMBERRRRR YOU WILL REMEMBERRRRRR . this is the one thing I kinda remember from when I was a kid EMBERRRRR ilu. top 10 cartoon bops. sams being a hater. popular things are popular for a reason. mr. lancer also being a hater. also everyone wearing her color scheme ..its a really good look, the purple, black, and minty color...

-penguins exist in the ghost zone. confirmed.

-EMBER JUST SHOWING UP AT A RANDOM HIGHSCHOOL TO PLAY?? UNANNOUNCED, MID DAY??? girl get a tour schedule. make some money or smth damn. I know shes probably doing it for the power boost but. lord. anyway if your show doesnt have a concert scene/ep, is it even valid.

-fellas is this gay. (she uses a GRAPPLING HOOK TO SHOOT OUT THE WINDOW AFTER SEEING AN EMBER VAN GO BY RIGHT AFTER THIS SHOT)

-hey, she had an undercut at some point!! my redesign!!! was accurate!! in..a way

-I feel like danny has a lot of pent up aggression ngl, him being heartbroken about sam and immediately going IM GONNA GO TAKE IT OUT ON EMBER. I mean she needs to be stopped I guess But. jazz has the right idea he needs therapy and a HEALTHY outlet.

-tucker singing > my singing

-girls cant be gamers -tucker and danny sexist moments. her being chaos in the game OWNED.

-TUCKERS HAT IS A BERET??? I THOUGHT IT WAS A BEANIE. SAM CALLED IT A BERET. WH.

-it was actually nice of lancer to let danny retake the test, and he go to play games again. smh. epic cringe gamer moments compilation. and driving him home!!! I actually like him as a character. anyway teachers like lancer are SO appreciated. I was failing middle school because of mental problems, and felt so dumb and got embarrassed by teachers who would just get onto me instead of bothering to ask what the real problem was, but when I was taking my ged classes I had a wonderful teacher who kept reassuring me that I was smart, and I got honors!! danny is SUCH a little shit to him (understandable, 14, but) but seeing them getting along better and danny putting in effort. SO CUTE. THATS MY SON, STUDYING HARD!!!! and being so PROUD OF HIMSELF!!! 91!!! BITCH!!! A- is STILL AN A!!!

-'why dont they ever realize thats me in a dress' mr lancer i am CRYING. i realized.

-technus being my ghost grandpa who cant game asking tucker for help. bless his heart. his out of date old ppl lingo circles back to being endearing <3 tucker not recognizing him despite the like, lack of any kind of serious disguise...I do love their lil in-game outfits....sam being the tank rules. I like technus' spider design also. more characters need to be giant freaky spiders, imo.

-finding your gf a new host because she cant maintain her ghost body outside the zone? amazing. using jazz as the host? ILL KILL YOU. jazz immediately accepting a ride home from a guy she just met and letting him know where she lives. letting him IN THE HOUSE??? nooo girl no lets use common sense </3

-sooo cringe the parents were like 'good job for spying on your sister' tho wtffff. doesnt matter if hes a bad guy, thats fucked. everytime these parents BREATHE im like. these are MY kids now <3

-BAD LUCK BEING A THEME OF THE 13TH EPISODE. thats super fun. johnny 13 being his name is so. iconic. your last name is a NUMBER? also goth tucker. I actually love the look. everyone looks good goth. 'the ladies love the eyeliner and onyx nail polish' sam you are sooo right every man needs to at least try those two things. im a lesbian and I agree. same, danny, your bff is gnc af

-LOVE kitty's design. and just, the concept of a ghost with a bike. couple goals, except yes stay away from jazz.

#danny phantom #sanchoyorambles #s1 is only 20 eps? #i can probably #finish within a week #i like binging shows asdf #ive been watching it all night #gonna work out now #dp thoughts

[brelione]

More Barry Headcanons

One night when one of his clients couldnt pay enough and only gave him half he had noticed a silver skull ring on their pinkie finger.He had demanded it and told them that it would suffice.He had taken the ring to the shop and took two small diamonds from a necklace and superglued them into the eyes fo the skull,letting it dry for at least three days before he gave it to you.

You had a black hat that said ‘Daddy’ on it.You wore it everytime you left the house with him and it would always make him blush.

He loves when you give him hickeys on his neck and collarbones.He’d purposefully walk around shirtless when he did deals just to show off.He also loved when you called them ‘love bruises’

He lets you braid his hair if he’s high enough

You like to rub your fingertip along the bridge of his nose when he’s stressed

You take pretty much all his clothes except a pair of boxers to your house every thursday to wash and dry them

He likes to kiss the back of your hand

“Incoming.”You warned as you came up behind the tan boy,limping ever so slightly.You wrapped your arms around him,head on his back as he flipped an egg. “Morning.”He placed a piece of cheese over the egg. “Morning.”You answered,squeezing him a bit before carefully walking over to the table,sitting down with a slight pain in your lower abdomen.He turned,placing a plate of eggs and toast in front of you,placing his own plate in front of himself. “Tired?”He asked,glancing down at your-his-gray sleeveless shirt.You hummed,staring down at your plate.He lifted your chin with two of his fingers,staring at you with an unreadable expression. “Did I hurt you?”He asked.You shook your head,tapping at the palm of his hand. “You were just a little rough.”You answered,making him pout and apologize a couple of times,carrying you into his bedroom so you could sleep again.

Him teaching you how to roll blunts.

“How are you gonna be my girl and not know how to roll?”

He knew he wasnt good enough for you but he didnt even care.he was sure that if he told you that you’d agree and ditch him.

He wears one of your bandanas around his wrist.

He heard one of his clients call you two “The Beauty and The Beast” which he found really funny.

When he told you your reaction was: “They called me a beast?” 

You never failed to make him blush

“Can we make cookies?”You asked,preparing yourself for his answer. “Do you want to make cookies?”He asked.You nodded,hands in your lap. “Okay,do you need help?”He asked.

He liked to randomly pick you up

You were making your morning coffee when he picked you up,threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the bedroom,tossing you onto the mattress and straddling you.He placed a gentle kiss on your lips,pushing your hair back. “Morning.”He smiled.

You liked to paint a lot,usually painting flowers,skulls and seahorses on your thighs until you ran out of space. “Bear?”You mumbled.He hummed,looking down at you. “Can I paint on you?”You asked,expecting a no.He blushed a bit,nodding. “Of course,doll.”He replied.

He got a fuckin tattoo of a lily with a rose in the middle that you had painted once

You’d randomly cry sometimes,head in your hands.You’d breath through your mouth instead of your nose because it would make a whistling noise and would alert Barry.You didnt want him to find you but he always did,taking the time to hug you tight and brush your hair. “I know,doll,I know.”He didnt know at all but he just tried his best to comfort you.

He really liked when you’d die streaks of your hair pink.He thought it was adorable.

He was really good at cooking but didnt cook a lot

He’d make you mac n cheese when you were really upset

Or he’d just buy cans of frosting and you two would eat them with spoons while you watched dumb horror movies

“That bitch just tripped over air” 

“Why do I feel like you’d be the killer?”

“I would be the killer but I wouldnt kill you.” “Wow,thats sweet.”

He was a kinky asshole but didnt try half of the stuff he was into on you.He was too worried about hurting you or going too far past what you could handle.You were fine with a little overstimulation but you were pretty sensitive to other stuff.

He likes when your fingernails graze his scalp whenever you pet his hair.He’d get the same buzz in those few moments that he got when he was stoned.

He loves when you palm him through his pants when you two are watching tv

You two playfully smack and poke eachother.Youll poke at his chest and smack his arm,he’ll poke at your hip and slap your ass whenever he can.

He’s a very hardcore top but maybe if you ask nicely he’ll let you be on top.Maybe.

Sometimes you’d come out of your room to grab a water bottle when he had a client over.Your ‘Daddy’ hat,his shirt,sweatpants and the skull ring on your ring finger.You werent paying attention,grabbing the water and going right back into the room.Barry had watched Rafe’s eyes,becoming angry when he saw where they were.When he heard the door click shut he pulled out his knife,stabbing it into the table to get Rafe’s attention again. “Dont let me catch you staring at my girl again,country club.This’ll go right in that tiny dick of yours.”Barry threatened.

He loves when you say scary or disturbing things because of the way that you say them.You always say them softly and with a small smile like you’re talking about a good book or movie.

“I dont understand why cannibalism is illegal.”You said softly,stirring the sugar into your coffee. “Eat your breakfast,baby.”He spoke,slowly taking away your butterknife.

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[wavbleu]

Vinnie hacker : Private yoga session

You checked your phones time, "3:58", "Shooot!" You stepped on your pedal to pick up speed, your yoga session started @ 3:30!

You glanced at your phone again and saw your instructor call ringing in, but just in time you pulled into a parking spot in front of the small empty gym.

You ran in, "Im here!" You panted out of breath.

"Good!" The dirty-blond haired boy smirked, you walked over to him and laid down your purple Polka-dot mat flat on the hardwood floor.

"So are you ready to begin our session?" He called out, you nodded and got into a position.

VINNIES POV

I was waiting for her presence, "new yoga pants?" I thought to myself she usually wears the black lulu-lemons, clear enough to wear i could see her panties, but today she wore gray nike leggings. Her panties didnt show much but it still wrapped around her curves beautifully.

"Doggy pose!" I commanded her, she obeyed me.

I watched her drop to the floor and raise her beautiful ass up in the air, her form was perfect, but i still wanted a chance to touch her.

I walked over and kneeled down, and pressured her hips down to where her but was on me, I immediately caught a boner and i made sure she felt it to.

"Isn't this the child position thingy?" She questioned with quakiness in her voice.

"Just keep arching your back ba- i mean Y/n" i still had my veiny hands on her waist making her back arch pushing her ass more up on my dick.

Im very aware im a pervert, i mean thats what makes me unique, i just really wanna feel myself inside of her and i wanted her scream my name.

Without knowing i grabbed onto her squishy but firm ass and started to pull her leggings down.

Her breath quickened and i quickly gained back consciousness , "Shit im sorry" i apologized profusely, i really wasn't sorry.

"Its ok, keep going" she said with a freakier tone, i was intrigued, i thought she was innocent.

I pulled down her pants some more to where i could see her pussy,i gazed at her panties that was fully submerged in juices and her wetness. After that sight ill never be the same.

I pulled her panties to the side and licked her up and down like i was some sorta dog, she was moaning my name loudly as i found a sensitive part.

I take off her yoga pants completely and throw them at the large mirror.

I sit her onto my lap and demanded her to open her legs, giving her a sight of what her beautiful pussy looks like.

I began to rub her clit and she watched herself moan and tried to look away from the mirror, i jacked her head back in place.

"Look how beautiful you look y/n" i stuck 2 fingers into her and started to pump them slowly, the way she moaned was amazing, music to the ears.

I started to pick up speed and she started to close her legs, "Open your god damn legs" i yelled into her ear, she immediately took orders.

White oozy cum came out of her like a faucet and got all over my hand, she watched herself have a powerful orgasm.

I started rubbing her now EXTREMELY sensitive clit making her whimper.

"Look at the mess you made," i mocked into her ear, she looked ashamed of the mess quickly coming out of her.

"Its fine we can clean it when we are done~" i reminded her.

I laid her down then towered myself over the gorgeous woman and pulled out my rock hard dick thats been waiting for play, i slid it deep inside of her roughly and immediately started pounding her, i made SURE my balls slapped her ass, i made SURE she would positively not walk tomorrow.

She clenched onto my back digging into my skin and leaving red scratch marks.

I adored the pain.

"Oh yes Vinnie-" she said with that sweet moan.

I sat up from her grip and held her legs open continuing to hit my strokes deeper than the other, thats when i noticed a major increase of volume on her moans, "I found it huh princess?" She just nodded along because she could hardly get an english word out.

She began to close her legs to prepare herself for another powerful orgasm, i slapped her thigh and yelled once again "LEGS OPEN"  making her whimper.

I got down low to her level and whispered "Hold that cum babygirl." Then rose back up.

I bit my lip as i felt her already tight pussy clench around my dick more, im gonna blow soon.

She was searching for something to grabbed and i offered her my hands.

"A-UhUhuhuh" she gutted as she felt me in her womb.

"Fuck im gonna cum" i said in a deeper tone to signify it was about to happen.

"Please cum deep inside of me" she begged, i did exactly that, i filled her up with cum, pounding in every drop of me. Allowing our cum to flow together.

I got back down to her level and kissed her passionately as i rode through my toe-clenching climax.

When i pulled out of her all of our cum began to stain her yoga mat.

"Now for doggy pose.." i continued

#fanfic #smut #vinnie

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Tricky Questions (Pt.1)

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The moon must always find a sun, and I'm sure you'll be a dutiful wife to whomever has been chosen for you.

She'll be so pretty in a wedding dress.

Her husband will be lucky.

You must be so proud of her.

What a joke that was, Virgil had spent his entire life waiting to meet a man who matched that stupid crescent moon floating just above his forehead. Spent his entire life waiting to get locked in with a man he would barely know, simply because he was expected to once he found his match.

It was funny really, to have an identifier so special that you're treated like royalty while you grow up, only because of a cresent moon and stark white-gray eyes.

Only to have it all ripped from under your feet, simply because you dared to ask why you should marry someone you'd never once met, where the only thing you had in common was matching markings.

Virgil had gone almost overnight from pampered prince of the crescent moon, to a disgraced example of what happens when you question those in charge.

And was he bitter about it? Absolutely! And he had every right to be really, he'd had his family and his comfort and safety net and reassurance of his future ripped from under him, simply because he wanted to know more about who he was marrying before he got married.

But instead he now lived in a desolate wasteland of soot and sand and woods and the occasional town who took one look at the red rings that had appeared around Virgil's pupils and turned him away almost immediately.

After all, red rings meant you were uncooperative, and uncooperative people were bad luck.

But Virgil felt lucky, he'd survived nearly three years on his own, running off with scraps of whatever he could find, or the occasional generous donation from a child who hadnt been taught that Virgil was a plague that shouldve been wiped out the moment he stepped out of line.

The nights were the worst, it took Virgil ages to find a good spot to sleep where he wouldn't risk waking up to a wolf knawing his leg off, or a person discovering his location and chasing him off yet again.

But he made due, after all, what other choice did he have?

He'd finally found a spot he thought was safe for that night, and propped himself up on a tree branch to rest.

And he did for a short while, before he was awoken by the sound of footsteps. Virgil jolted up and pulled the hood over his head, hoping to cover the light emitting from his identifier.

"Remus I'm not lying! I heard something over here!" The first figure to appear was illuminated with a set of star-shaped identifiers across his face, almost like freckles.

"Oh sure, probably a raccoon isnt it?" The second to appear, had a sun shaped identifier, right above his forehead.

Virgil went stock still and hoped against his better judgement that his hood truly did muffle the light of his identifier.

The other two figures paused for a moment, looking around.

And then turned to leave.

Virgil let out a sigh of relief, which, turned into a sneeze. A very loud sneeze.

"See I told you!" The boys turned back in Virgil's direction, but Virgil had already broken into a sprint, all pretense of keeping his hood up forgotten.

"Hey wait up! We're not gonna hurt you!"

"Roman dont lie to him,"

"Remus you're gonna scare him off!"

"Hes already running!"

"Well you're gonna make him run faster!"

Virgil was glad for the persistent chatter between the twins, escaping was much easier when those intent on your capture were distracted.

But much harder with the sudden appearance of a wall of rock between you and your escape route.

"Heyheyheyhey- relax- we're not going to hurt you-" Roman said, eyes wide with obvious worry.

"Just come back with us ok? We'll get you some place to sleep- and eat from the looks of it-" Roman continued, gesturing to the very visible ribcage through Virgil's all to thin shirt.

Virgil stared for a moment, breathing heavily, before he decided to try and make a break for it.

Which, obviously, didnt work, and instead ended with both his arms hooked by the second twin, Remus.

"Ah ah ah, you're coming with us whether you like it or not moon boy," said Remus.

Virgil couldn't for the life of him remember exactly how he got to the point he was at right now, sitting inside someone's kitchen with a cup of tea in his hands and his feet resting in a bath of warm water, it almost reminded him of home when he was younger.

"So you got a name moon boy?" Remus said, leaning over the counter.

"Virgil. . ." Virgil replied quietly.

"Cute," said Remus.

"Remus have you seen my veil!-" Roman called from up the stairs.

"Its in your room somewhere!" Remus called back.

"Veil?" Virgil said quietly.

"Hes getting married in a month or two, some guy with a galaxy identifier, names Brennan or soemthing," Remus said.

"Oh," Virgil said simply.

"I'm surprised you arent married yet, identifier like that outta have people jumping through hurdles to say you're a match," Remus said casually.

"I ask to many questions," Virgil said, shrugging.

It was then that Remus looked a little closer at Virgil, and seemed to realize the red circles he sported on his eyes.

"Oh dear. . ." Remus said quietly.

"Identifiers dont mean much if the person who has them thinks they're pointless," Virgil muttered.

"Well- if it's any consolation, Roman and I dont mind that you dont care, all this nonsense about people like you being bad luck is just annoying at this point," Remus said.

"Well- thanks, I guess," Virgil said quietly.

It felt nice to sleep in a normal bed for once, but something wasnt sitting right in Virgil's stomach, he couldnt tell exactly what it was, but he knew it wasnt good, and he knew he wanted to stop it.

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[katerinabythesea95]

CHAPTER ONE: "I'll be with you until the end"

Dark Gray clouds loom ominously above me as the freezing cold rain falls and I hug my coat closer to my body as I walk up the wavy street. I finally find the apartment building I was looking for and walk slowly up the stairs and enter.

"okay you tramp, where the heck are you?" I mutter to myself, reaching inside my coat and pulling out the crumpled piece of paper with the adress. "Okay, it's apt 3B." I look up and confirm that the number matches the paper. Bingo.

I march up the stairs and stop at the door. I let out a sigh. If there was another way and another person I could go to,I wouldnt be here. I ring the doorbell twice. No answer, but I know he's in there. I ring again three times before he finally opens the door.

"Hey pal, I was in the middle of- Oh,uh.. hey there pretty lady, came to join the party?" He tries to hide his nervousness but I know better.

"Look I need to talk to you, it is very important."

"I think you're confusing me with someone else.."

"Ha, trust me. I know exactly who you are.Golden boy." I say, looking him dead serious in the eyes.

His expression turns into fear and shock.  My gaze doesn't leave his until we hear an annoying voice.

"Honey! why are you taking so-oh, who the heck are you?" A blonde chick in a robe says coming over to us. She looks at me with disgust. I stare back with pure disinterest.

"Oh sweetie, dont worry about me, you can keep him, but Im gonna have to ask you to leave us alone for a few hours." She scoffs at my words.

"Oh really? make me." she challenges.

"Im. not. asking you." I glare at her.

"O-oh-k-kay, I'll go." she stammers, her eyes widening in genuine fear.

"good idea." I smile sarcastically at her and she grabs her clothes and leaves.

I turn to him. "Look, I didnt want to come here, but since this is half your mess, you should know the whole story." I explain hastily.

"What are you-" I take out an envelope and hand it to him. "We don't know who or what my be lurking around. read it, then burn it."I tell him.

"D-do you want to go to the living room?" He asks.

I nod and follow him. "sorry for the mess, here you can sit here." he says, hastily grabbing magazines and kicking stuff out the way.

I sit down wearily and sigh. He sits at the end of the same couch. I watch his expression as he opens the envelope and starts reading. My mind lingers on those eyes, that face....He notices and smirks. "Still Like what you see, sugar?" He teases.

"Just shut up and read." I roll my eyes crossing my arms and looking elsewhere, my face burning. I fight a smile, despite the face that it's the last thing I feel like doing, considering the precarious situation I'm currently in. He chuckles and continues reading.

"I....don't know what...to say..." He says when he's done with the letter. His eyes were glistening and all traces of humor were gone from his expression.

"I know...its alot to take in."I cover my face with my hands, not wanting him to see the tears that start brimming over. I felt him wrap his arms comfortingly around me.

"I d-didn't kn-know, I-" "shhh shhh, I'm here, I won't let you go through this alone, I'll be here...till the end..."

A/N: I KNOW ITS A VERY SHORT CHAPTER, BUT I HOPE YALL LIKE IT!! LOVE YOU!!!

#spnfamliy #spn famdom #spn fic #spn #supernatural #sam winchester #deanwinchtser #Castiel #jared paladecki #jensen ackles #misha collins #jack kline #alexander calvert #fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #spn au

[ask-voreganronpa-boys]

Teruteru taking care of an exhausted s/o after they've had a long day

Here ya go anon! It's officially vore day! I actually had a lot of fun writing this! I'm not sure if you wanted G/T or Same size so I picked same size.

TW: swearing

Today was a long day...emphasis on LONG. Between having to wait tables all day and dealing with rude customers, you were at your limit. All you wished to do, and hoped for all day, was lay down and relax. The only person that helped you get you through the day was your boyfriend, Teruteru Hanamura. The ultimate chef had opened his official restaurant in the city, dedicating it to his mother. Of course with it being run by the ultimate chef and it being in such a large city, there were bound to be quite the crowd. Of course, most of the customers were snobs and horribly rude, so it would take quite the toll on you. But thankfully, the day finally ended, and you and Teru got to go home. 

    “Gnn…” you groaned as you and Teru walked home, which wasnt very far so there was no use in driving there. “Are ya alright, darlin?” Teru asks you in worry. When it was just you and him, he didnt mind letting his accent slip out. Of course, he knew what the answer was but he wanted to ask anyway. You sigh and look down at him, rubbing your forehead a little, “not really dear…” you look forward again, slipping your hands into your pockets. “I’m so sorry dear...Do you...want to talk about it?” he asks with a soft smile. 

    You sigh once more and begin your rant. “Well, first of all, I had to deal with this noisy and horrible family. They didnt seem to care that fucking their kid was raising hell and doing what the fuck it wanted. Which was spilling the salt everywhere and tearing up the fucking menus.” you growl with each word. “Then i had to deal with this fucking snob who kept complaining and telling me that everything i was doing was wrong and trying to tell me how to do my damn job…” you hiss at the memory. Your fists ball up in your pockets. “You were the only reason I made it through the day. And the only reason I didn’t punch some of them in the jaw…” you finally release a deep sigh and rub your forehead. 

    Teruteru sighs a bit sadly at all of the events you described. “I’m so sorry, Dumplin...I wish I knew about all dat…” he frowns and grabs his key to unlock the door once you arrive. You both step inside and he locks the door behind you. The first thing you do is flop down on the couch, face first. You release a muffled groan. Your feet were killing you as well. Actually, now that you laid down...everything hurts. Teruteru sighs and knelt down next to you on the floor. He rubs your back gently. “I love ya, Y/N. an’ again, I’m sorry. I’ll think t’make some new policies so dis don’t happen again.” he promises. 

    You groan again and turn your head to face him. “It’s not your fault dear. But I think that would be a good idea.” you sigh once more and close your eyes. You were just pure exhausted. Teru thought for a moment before smiling and rubbed the back of your back. “I think I gotta way t’help ya relax an’ rest.” he chuckles in his throat. You open your tired eyes to look at him again, “hm? What is it?” he chuckles again and ruffled your hair, “how ‘bout some tummy time?” he asks. He knew this would definitely cheer you up. He knew it would be a little difficult for himself but recently he got used to something being so large in his belly

    Your eyes brightened up, you letting out a small noise of delighted surprise, making the chef giggle a little. “I’ll take dat as a yes.” he smiled and cupped your cheek. “Hmhmmhm~Well den, give me a moment t’git into something more comfortable. You should too.” he grunts and stands up. He pops his back and holds out a hand for you. You groan in return as you sit up and get off the couch. You hold his hand as you two walk to your shared bedroom. Once there, you both change into something more comfortable. Though you basically throw your clothes to the floor, tired to have it around you right now. 

    Teru changes into a maroon tank top and some gray sweatpants with some black thigh-high socks. He looked at you and gave you a teasing whistle, making you blush darkly. You giggle a little and finish getting dressed, dressed similar to your boyfriend. Teru sits at the foot of your bed, leaning back on his palms. “Well, Dumplin’, are ya ready?” he asks and puts his hands on either side of his belly.

    “God more than ever!” you exclaim in exhaustion. He nods and hops off the bed. “Alright, darlin, go ahead, lay down, an’ I’ll do th’rest.” he chuckles and moves so you could lay down. You do so and lay on your back, your feet pointed to the headboard so you could be eated heads first. You were so ready. You shut your eyes...but they immediately shoot open when you feel his lips touch yours. He held your cheeks and gave you a deep, passionate, love-filled kiss. Your eyes close again, melting into the kiss. You reach up to hold his cheeks too. You let out a pleased noise once he pulls back. You both chuckle softly at this moment.

    “Hmhmmhm~ are ya ready, Y/N?” he asks and runs his fingers through your hair for a moment. You giggle, “of course I am. That’s a silly question to ask.” you tease, humming in delight at the feeling of him playing with your hair. “Hmhmm~ ‘course, I shoulda known.” he snickers and holds your head up. “I love ya, my dear Y/N.” he cooes lovingly, giving you one last kiss on the forehead, making you giggle in your throat and blush

    His mouth then widened and he leaned down to engulf your head first. This was always so surreal to you. But also so calming. You could feel his saliva coat your hair due to his tongue, then soon with a few gulps, your head was sent into his throat. You could already hear his calming heartbeat. ‘The ultimate hug’ you think to yourself. You descended further into him with each powerful gulp. Soon enough entered the dark red tunnel, telling you that you were close to his stomach. And even sooner, your head popped into the red chamber, which after so many times of doing this, was a bit bigger due to the stretching. He held your legs once he reached your hips and pushed you further inside. You curl up and are quickly completely inside.

    Teruteru released a small burp, which he hid in his fist. He sat on the foot of the bed and held his belly between his legs, cradling you between them. You coo in delight and nuzzle into the soft, gurgling walls. “Do ya feel better now, Y/N?” he asks and lays his head on his belly, gently rubbing it. “I feel so much better now dear.” you sigh contently, “thank you so Teru~” you coo and rubbed his belly from the inside, making your partner purr softly. “Hmmhmhmm~ yer welcome my sweet dumplin~ yer th’best dish I’ve ever tasted~” he teased and kissed his belly where he felt your head at.”

    “Hmhm.” your giggle softly. “Y’know, I could fall asleep like this. It’s so warm~” you hum happily. “Do you mind if I do?” you ask and look up. “Well of course darlin! I ain’t gonna stop ya. You deserve th’rest. I’ll write some new policies while ya do.” he chuckles in his throat. You giggle tiredly, “thank you so much, Teru. I love you with all my heart.” you yawn, your eyes getting more heavy as you speak.

    “Hmhmmhm~ I love ya even more, my sweet Y/N~ sleep tight.” he says with pure love in his voice. He gave his belly one last kiss as you quickly fall into a deep sleep.

#danganronpa teruteru #v.ore #vore day

[skinks]

mr wentworth yes i help my son with his goofy voices yes i am a dilf tozier has the salt n pepper hair of god (oscar isaac) and the sexy librarian glasses to match

god I had never even considered that... the range of this...

Went starts going gray at 32 when Richie is 5 and it’s all the church women’s group can talk about... indirectly, of course. Oh, but he’s so young. Oh, he’ll be balding next. Oh I don’t know, doesn’t he look... distinguished? Mrs Nash from just down their street sees him doing rock-paper-scissors with his son Richard in the grocery store to determine whether or not Richard is allowed ice cream, and Dr Tozier is laughing because he’s winning, and he’s winning because Richard doesn’t know his father can see his little hidden hand reflected in the freezer cabinet, tucked behind his back. Richard’s laughing too, even though he’s losing, and bleats, “Again! Dad again,” eyes shining big as planets with coke-bottle rings.

“Don’t you know what best two out of three means? That was four draws ago.”

“No! No, I’ll win!” The boy shakes his head so hard his whole body rocks from side to side, then clings up at Dr Tozier’s middle with sticky hands. His very... trim middle. Helen’s own Rory, God love him, he enjoys a sudsy six-pack too much these days to keep a middle like that. “Two outta three! Three ice creams please Dad please please Dad please watch I can count to a hundred—”

“Well, we’re not playing hide-and-go-seek right now, Rich. And I beat you, didnt I?”

“Yeah!”

“Right. So why don’t you go get Dad six apples instead, alright? If you can do a hundred, six’ll be pie.” Dr Tozier claps his big hands gentle to the boy’s round cheeks, until they goldfish.

“Easy as,” they chant together. Helen props herself up with the handles of her own cart, the can of little hotdogs going slack in her hand.

“Six apples, then come right back. You got that, doc? You pick the color.”

Richard nods like he’s trying to detach his own head. Dr Tozier puts one hand just briefly on Richard’s dark mophead hair, like he’s giving the boy a blessing for his apple adventure. His hand is really quite broad, thinks Helen, popped out square at the thumb-joint. Matches that jawline of his, something whispers darkly in her stomach. Then the boy’s off, tearing down the aisle on a squeaking chariot of scuffed-gray sneakers and babbling what sounds like a Bugs Bunny impression, repeated on a loop. What’s up doc what’s up doc what’s up doc, fading around the corner to the fruit. Peculiar. Helen once saw the Tozier boy eat a worm at the park while pushing her youngest on the swings, after another solemn-eyed little boy with a faceful of freckles had carefully presented it to him in the sand box. Most peculiar.

Dr Tozier watches him go, then turns back to the freezer cabinet, and sticks two cartons of ice cream into his shopping cart—the very sugary kind. And the man is a dentist!

Helen puts her hand on her chest to calm the trilling schoolgirl rush of her heart, and then stops herself at the sight of her own wedding ring. Get a hold of yourself, Mrs Nash! For Pete’s sake! She trundles her cart over for some chit-chat. Afternoon, Doctor, she says, lovely weather. A perfect neighbourly opener. It is lovely; bright and warm and clear and golden, like honey outside. She’s quietly smug about her new blowout. Dr Tozier is wearing a crisp shirt with buttons like neat soldiers and short sleeves, exposing lean forearms. Yes, a lovely day. Helen swallows.

“Yes, good for the lawn,” replies Dr Tozier.

“We missed Margaret at book club this week,” Helen hedges.

“Oh, that’s right,” says Dr Tozier, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes when he grins are even more distracting without the facemask he’s usually wearing, when Helen drops in for her check-ups. He pushes his spectacles up the strong slope of his nose. They’re wiry like him, steely gray to match his eyes. “She meant for me to tell you, or Diana. Maggie’s been in Skowhegan for the week at her mother’s. My mother-in-law is a woman of... nervous disposition, shall we say. Maggie didn’t think she’d cope with two Tozier men at once, now that Richie’s started losing his teeth.”

“Ohhh,” Helen coos. That must explain the ice cream. She puts her hand near to Dr Tozier’s arm, then away, then near, then away again for good. A neighbourly distance. Margaret is a lovely, lucky woman, even if she does wear flared pants. Hippie to yuppie pipeline’s alive ‘n’ flowin’, Rory always grunts whenever the Toziers come up in conversation. Helen imagines a picket fence between their bodies, and calms. “My Wendy was the same, I’m sure you remember.”

“Yes,” says Dr Tozier mildly. “You brought her in six times as I recall it, Mrs Nash.”

Mrs Nash. Honestly, like she’s his schoolteacher. It’s a little rude. Admittedly he does look quite, quite young with his faintly curling weekend-hair, if not for the new gray blazing a trail back from his temples like virgin snow. Helen is undeterred, even if something quivers inside at the thought of the word virgin in conversation with Dr Tozier. Music tinkles tinny through the ceiling speakers, and it puts Helen in mind of potted plants, or elevators. This is a lovely chat. “Well, you hate to see them suffer, don’t you? I’m sure Richard’s the same, lots of tears—”

“No, actually, Richie keeps on finding things to hit himself in the face with and knock out more teeth,” Dr Tozier interjects. He raises his eyebrows and speaks hushed, as if this is a secret for Helen’s ears alone. The thought makes her dizzy. “It’s my fault, I made the mistake of giving him a quarter for the first one. That’s why he’s not invited to Grandma’s. Lot of antiques.”

“Oh,” says Helen, taken aback. She has three girls; little boy behavior is as yet mystifying. “Well.”

“I’m joking, Helen,” Dr Tozier says cheerfully.

“Oh. I—I see. What a relief.”

He opens a freezer chest to examine a bag of frozen peas. “Maggie’s mom is deaf as white cat, she’d never notice.”

Helen tries to wipe her clammy hands on her dress without being obvious. Her face is hot, but she hopes her cardigan conceals the effect that the chill of the freezer aisle is having under her bra. She also hopes that it doesn’t.

He really does have such a slender, pleasant face, always with an air of casual, amused expectancy hanging around him. Haloing him, like that bright yellow light above the chair in his practice, blocked out when he leans over and slips his fingers inside. Helen supposes that’s what graduating medical school must do to a man, what marrying and fathering young and having one’s own practice by the end of such a turbulent decade as the nineteen-seventies must elicit. The ability to put people at ease, to—to say open wide and know the people of Derry trust him enough to comply. To open themselves. Helen’s breathing catches. Dr Tozier idly checks his sensible watch, still smiling the unhurried smile of a man who very rarely does his own grocery shopping anymore. Everyone knows you pick up the ice-cream last.

Helen gathers herself. This is the longest conversation she has entertained with Dr Tozier without children or the squeaking of latex gloves between them, and she’s gripped by the terribly silly need to be interesting. “Speaking of white cats, I couldn’t help noticing your hair, Wentworth—”

“DADDY!”

Dr Tozier blanches, whipping around to scan the end of the aisle. He is a long line of tense instinct tuned to thrum into action at one specific frequency, knuckles white on the cart handle. His cart bumps into Helen’s. It is thrilling.

“Fuck,” Dr Tozier mutters, and that’s thrilling too, he swore, oh, the boy’s probably fine Wentworth, don’t go, why don’t we just stay right here with the frozen goods and—

Then Richard comes barrelling back down the aisle like a colt on new legs covered in old Band-aids, with his arms full. The fluorescent strip-lights gleam white on Dr Tozier’s broad shoulders and he sags, like snow dropping from a branch, with relief.

“Hey, lunkhead,” he says, sounding shaky, but Richard is only five and would never know it. He’s babbling again. Seems to Helen like the boy’s as a hydrant overflowing on a hot day; entertaining and welcomed at first, until it becomes a nuisance when you begin to understand it won’t shut off, and have to call the firemen.

“Nyyeeeeeah,” Richard greets his father, tousled and bug-eyed with clear adoration, breathing hard from his Supermarket Sweep. Then he makes the carrot-noise. Looks like Bugs, Helen thinks of the boy’s new adult front teeth, the beaverish jut of them exacerbated by his missing canines on either side. Then she feels abruptly un-neighbourlike for being jealous of a child for his father’s attention, good grief.

Dr Tozier regards his son for a long moment. Then says, “What’s up, doc?” in a spot-on Mel Blanc whine. Richard giggles so hard his too-big glasses start slipping. “How many apples is that?”

“Gotta apples and I was gonna put ‘em in a bag but I forgot and Dad, Daddy look, s’a dinosaur on the box for my dinner when Mommy’s at Grandma’s—”

Dr Tozier sighs, putting one hand on his hip and dragging the other over his clean-shaven mouth, watching Richard drop his armfuls everywhere, scattering the linoleum. He has two apples, four boxes of brightly colored cereal, a handful of pencils topped with cartoon-character erasers, and a kiwi fruit. For a moment, Helen sees the shining enamel of Dr Tozier’s everything-will-work-out-with-another-cup-of-coffee amusement slip, wear away to worry underneath.

“Rich,” he says, interrupting Richard’s blabbermouth, firm and patient. Helen’s thighs burn suddenly under her skirts at the tone of his voice, and she looks down, rearranging her own groceries. She should leave them to get on. She could offer to help. Margaret’s out of town, poor things, they probably haven’t eaten a cooked meal all week!

“Richie,” Dr Tozier says again. “Listen and pay attention when Mom or me ask you to do something, remember? How many apples did I ask you to get?”

Richard has to crane his neck to meet his father’s eyes. Dr Tozier is one of the tallest fathers in the Derry Elementary catchment zone, Helen has checked. “Six!”

“And how many’ve you got, Elmer Fudd?”

“Um.” Richard’s pale little face creases in thought, then brightens. When he speaks again his voice is strange, accented. “Twooo.”

“Some apple hunter you are, huh.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“That’s fine.” Dr Tozier stoops to gather Richard’s detritus, and Helen knows she has something to contribute, watching the boy stick one of the pencils up his nose.

“You know, apples are very good for you,” she says. Richard turns to her, slack-jawed, as if seeing her for the first time. “You should listen to your Daddy, Richard, an apple a day keeps the doctor away.”

Richard stares for another few seconds. Then he bites down on his boogery pencil so that it threads through the gaps in his teeth, and hollers, “MY FRIEND BILL SAID THAT’S A PILE OF BULLSHIT.”

“No shouting indoors, Rich,” says Dr Tozier, still gathering. Helen rocks a step backwards, clinging to her cart like a life-preserver.

“Bill and my’s friend Eddie eats a thousand apples and sees the doctor all the time though Dad, and Miss Spiegel said if we eat apples we don’t have to see the doctors but Eddie eats them and—Bill said—”

“Pile of bullshit, yeah, I liked it. Bill’s an eloquent guy,” says Dr Tozier. This is the second time Helen has ever heard him curse in as many minutes. It comes out easy and amused as everything else does in his pleasant tenor. His legs and his jaw are so lean and angular that Helen can see the suggestion, the shadow of the shape of his perfect, swearing teeth through his cheek as he grins helplessly at his son, the fruit of his loins and someone else’s loins who isn’t Helen, and all of a sudden she feels a slick pulse of wet heat, up between her thighs.

She squeaks. Flutters her hand to her face without knowing why, perhaps to catch the noise before Dr Tozier notices, just another quivering Derry leaf tossed along by his breezy manner. He looks up anyway, with a frown.

“Everything alright, Helen?”

“Just—fine, yes,” she manages. Dr Tozier is still down on one knee, kindly face level with her skirts. She can see right down under his starched collar from this angle, a slivering glimpse of smooth, dark hair. No undershirt. Helen has lain naked against Rory’s nakedness before without feeling this alive, in every part of her body. She feels like a heart, beating.

“Oh, hang on.” Dr Tozier says, eyes widening, and turns Richard by the shoulders to face her. One pencil for each nostril, now. “Apologize to Mrs Nash for cussing, Richie.”

“Sorry!” Richard shouts, sounding less like he’s apologizing and more like he’s just deemed Helen it during a game of tag.

Helen is still floating in a dazed state of mild panic. Like a prey-mouse, bewitched into slack compliance by her own body’s snaking desires. “That’s alright, dear.”

F-word, Dr Tozier had said. Maybe cussing could be quite neighbourly when applied in the right context, thinks Helen.

“You mentioned my hair, earlier,” says Dr Tozier, straightening back up with a knowing sort of arch to his eyebrow as he smiles genially at Helen. He tilts his head down at Richard. “There’s the reason. Every last one, sprinkled onto my head at the tender age of thirty-two by the great salt-and-pepper shaker of fatherhood. Especially this week, with Maggie on sabbatical. Had to bring you to work with me, didn’t I, buckaroo?”

Richard bites and swings and tugs on his father’s long arm, a tearaway kitten with a much obliging scratching post. Dr Tozier hardly seems to notice. “Yeah! Daddy’s got fishes at work!”

Dr Tozier grimaces slightly at Helen, but also as if he’s seeing right through her to some past unnamable horror. “I liked those fish. Calmed down the nervy patients.” He sighs again.

Helen wonders briefly whether or not the residents of Dr Tozier’s waiting-room fish tank suffered the same fate as that worm in the park, and decides she’d rather not know.

“Well, you needn’t worry about it,” she says, gamely. She watches her hand reach towards Dr Tozier’s silver-black brindle, then snatches it back from his bland expression to brush the tips of her own feathered-out hair. “The gray, I mean.”

Dr Tozier blinks.

“It’s very—that is to say, you look, it makes you look, I mean, I think it’s—”

Dr Tozier’s left eyebrow joins his right, raised up high.

A tidy little jet of hysteria shoots up from Helen’s knotting stomach to spin like a top in her chest. She hears herself stutter out the word, “Dashing,” and immediately wishes to flee the store, leaving her cart abandoned like so much collateral damage.

But Dr Tozier only barks a laugh, a short, smooth hah like everything else he says. Entirely unperturbed. “Well, thank you.”

Too unperturbed. Helen is struck by a sudden bolt of terror, at the thought of the things Dr Tozier must surely hear every day, when people are lulled by the hypnotically intimate environment of a dentist’s chair and a touch of the laughing gas. Oh, this is terrible. Her face is on fire.

“But they—they make products for men now,” she says, and why, oh why can’t she stop talking? “Hair dyes, I mean, if it really does bother you? I’ve seen them in Keene’s.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” says Dr Tozier, looking down at Richard then with a soft edge, at his bouncing noise and scabbed knees and gently curling hair like a black spaniel’s. Like his father’s. “I find I’m rather grateful for it, truth be told.”

“Plus,” he continues, as if Helen wasn’t already melting harder than the Tozier’s ice-cream, as if Johnny Kitchener the shop-boy isn’t going to have to come along with a mop and bucket to clean up on aisle seven, “Maggie’d kill me if I got rid of it.”

Then Dr Tozier winks.

Oh Lord, oh Lord, Helen’s whole ribcage is so tight she can’t squeeze out a reply, because who could blame dear, pretty, annoyingly friendly, lucky, lucky, lucky Margaret for that when Dr Wentworth Tozier DMD is so—

So f—

So fffffff—

So fiddlesticksing handsome!

“Well, we’d best not keep you, Helen. This one is in dire need of a bath before his mother sees him, and hands me a divorce on the spot,” Dr Tozier says, when another few moments have passed and all Helen can do is try to desperately smooth the creases from her breathing. He’s humming mild interest at something Richard is saying, knelt back down to the linoleum to tie the boy’s loose-worm laces presumably before he gives himself any more skinned knees, and they’re leaving. Dr Tozier is leaving, and Helen hasn’t done anything but act like a ninny this entire time. She doesn’t want him to think her a ninny, a simpleton. She wants him to leave this bright, liminal church of bold colors and jazzy waiting-room music and return to his lemon-yellow two-storey house thinking my, what a lovely chat I had with Helen Nash.

She wants to linger, as he lingers. Like an amiable spirit hanging over the women’s group at church, waiting to be summoned at a moment’s eager notice. I bumped into Dr Tozier at Palmer’s on Saturday, she’ll say to the other jealous ladies, with triumph, and we had such a nice talk. He called me Helen.

“And when—when does Margaret get home?” she blurts. A very secret part of Helen wants Dr Tozier to leave this conversation with Helen and his wife both, entwined by association in his mind. She tries very hard not to think about the Toziers divorcing, because that is un-neighbourly, and feels least neighbourly of all when a dopey, dreamy look crosses Dr Tozier’s face like a brief sunbeam at her question.

“Ah. Tonight. Not too late, hopefully.” He jerks one of his knuckley thumbs at his shopping cart, licking the other to wipe something unidentifiable from Richard’s grubby face. “That’s why we’re here, stocking up for her miraculous return. Like a couple of noble emperor penguins in Antarctica, eh Rich?”

“Penguins like from Batman! Ka-pow.”

Helen takes a peek into their cart, curiosity getting the better of her now that permission is granted. Dr Tozier might not know it, but looking into another person’s cart is bad grocery etiquette, especially in a town like Derry, where gossip grows like a fungus in every sweaty and close little huddle of people. Not that Helen would know about that. Anyway, there isn’t much to gossip about besides the unfortunately liquefied ice-cream, the severe lack of crunchy vegetables characteristic of a young man in 1981 trying to provide for a tooth-shedding son, and—

A little cardboard box. Tossed unashamedly between the Wonderbread and a magazine about sports. Prophylactics. Rubbers.

36-pack. XL

Helen knows her jaw is hanging open and strains to close it, the back of her neck and her shoulders feeling hot and tight and shuddery. She kneads a fist into her skirts. Crosses her legs at the ankles as demurely as she knows how, because the very last thing she needs is for frank, sensible Dr Tozier to see right through her with that easy doctor-patient-confidentiality smile, and know she’s soaking through her underwear at the sight of his Saturday grocery run, and all it implies.

Dr Tozier is laughing, nudging Richard in the direction of the register, or perhaps the apples. “Ka-pow is right. I’ll make sure to use that on Mom, thanks. Say hello to Rory for us, Helen. Have a nice day,” he says from over his shoulder, startling her. Holds up one long hand in a wave with a grin, and is gone, shadowing the boy’s haphazard attempts to push the cart despite not being able to see where he’s going.

Helen stands amongst the humming freezers, trembling. “You too,” she rasps, but Dr Tozier has rounded the corner, and is evidently going to have a nice day and a much nicer night, regardless of whether Helen wishes it for him or not.

All the bright little branded characters are watching her from their shelves, a silent jury. Helen Nash opens a freezer cabinet with a weak arm, and stands there for a while, staring at a leg of ham and thinking cooling, neighbourly thoughts.

#long post #idk how to do readmores on mobile soz not soz #wentworth tozier #richie tozier #poor sexually unsatisfied helen nash #sometimes you just have to write the DILF went tozier fic you want to see in the world #stephen king: he was a pleasant looking man with a rather thin face #me cracking my knuckles: a l r i g h t #but what if... big dick richie was hereditary... what then 😳🤔👀🤔👀😳😳👀 #ficlet

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A Vegeta x OC Fanfiction (part 4) ¤ ¤ ¤

Calamatta managed to roll out of bed and redress herself. Pulling on the suit and grabbing a spare to bring with her on her trip to To-Rot. Leaving her room she met with Nappa. "There she is!" He chugged a caffeinated hot beverage down like it was nothing, Raditz stood beside him counting his wad of cash and stuffing it in his armor. 

"Pay looks nice." She yawns and stretches making her cute tail curl and back arch abit. "37,000. Not bad but could be better. Vegeta got the most of it." Nappa nods and pushes the yawning female saiyan a mug of the hot beverage. "Thanks...gonna need it." "Damn right you are! Vegeta is still sleeping. Weird he said he was gonna get up before us.. eh whatever. Lets get your pod and stuff ready then well worry bout him." Nappa said as Calamatta shined off the mug and pushed it away.

Upon going to the pod, her coordinates were set and everything was packed into there Raditz, who was standing besides her piped up, leaning against the pod with his massive arms crossed. "Dont take this the wrong way Calamatta but… why are you so…" he moves his hands in an hour glass shape and tilts his head. Calamatta went wide eyed and fixed her suit where her ass is. 

"If thats how you flirt with women that was a strike out, good lord! And I have know idea why! Its just my body shape idiot…" she comments hearing Nappa wheeze as he fixes some wires within the pod, followed by him clanging his head leaving. "Im not! I d-dont flirt its just that… well… shes got… n-nice legs and … a great fa-" Calamatta thwipped her tail like a nervous cat. The bay door slid open and Raditz's poor excuse for flirtation was stopped DEAD in its tracks. "Stop harassing Calamatta on her body type Raditz, Saiyan women were given bodys to kill, shes built like a fine tuned weapon whether you see it or not." Vegeta points up at Raditz who scowled with a full face of blush. "Oh so you look at her too Vegeta?" Calamatta slaps her forehead and raises her voice flicking Raditz in the forehead for his really stupid comment. "Can yall stop talking about me like im not fuckin here??" She snapped annoyed and heard Nappa close up the oxygen port.

 "Ready boss?" She asked Vegeta, who nodded and got into his respective pod and punched in the coordinates manually. "Later guys!" She got in and Raditz and Nappa left the pod evac room. 

Vegeta's voice sparked to life on her scouter. "Theres a hidden base by the most recent Frieza Force there.. we should make it there in an hour so that will be our base of operation. No breaches from outside forces." She nods and for the 2nd time in her life the pod flew straight out of the mothership into the cold vacuum of space. 

She crossed her arms and watched Vegetas whiz right past her hurtling with effort and ease to the planet that only seemed to become larger.. if that wasnt already more possible.

 She marveled at it… it was amazing. It was a shame she was there for a job to do. 

It was under 50 minutes where there pods broke entry to the planets atmosphere, careening and becoming hot to the touch, cold metal heating up faster, and faster becoming scorching red hot. Then the mountain range came into view, with the ship in sight the two pods crashed right into a large cave system. 

Welding their pods into the hard rock walls to jut through with 0 damage just enough room for the pods to open on the opposite side of the mountain. Calamatta and Vegeta pushed the button to open the pod bay doors, they took one solid whif of the atmosphere and Cala sighed. "To-Rot huh.. so wheres the base ship?" Cala steps her boots onto the alien planets surface. "5 miles that way. Stay within the tree line, follow my lead." The prince cracks his neck and blasts away leaving a trail of dust and debris behind him.

 "Say no more.." she stated following close behind Vegeta. Vegetas eyes were trained ahead. Toa ship that was covered in dirt and over growth. He tapped his scouter to be sure. "Perfect.. no signs of power levels. Excellent!" He smirked, the prince and Calamatta landed outside of the ship. Vegeta punched in a code and they were both let in. "Good.. now.. lets have a look around. The recent failed mission logs should have data from their logs. Have a look around for food and whatever else when i find the log ill call for you"  Vegeta announced as the hangar door shut behind them locking followed by a robotic voice. 

'Systems Armed'

Calamatta turned on her heels and scampered to the back of the ship. Vegeta watched the eager Saiyan trot away, with a sigh and a roll of his eye he headed towards the command deck of the ship. 

Collected with dust and opened up first aid kits, Vegeta scanned the surrounding area cautiously. 3 lone scouters covered in blood sat on the front of the deck. An ominous reminder of the past couple of grunts who died here. 

He snagged the three up and turned to call for Calamatta "Found them! Get up here!"

Calamatta dropped this box of rations she found and walked quickly to the front to see him plugging in the scouters logs. An unfamiliar voice chimed to life. 

"F-Force log number 1, we have arrived at To-Rot, this area is to be our base of operation since the inhabitants cannot scale plateaus or fly. We will commence terraformation and return in a week." Vegeta clicked the 2nd video, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. 

"F-Force Log number 2… uhm.. Que, Roa, and Gil went missing yesterday. We have been here for 3 days now and i have seen hide nor tail of them... ill send a distress warning to the mother ship but i will go and find my crew." 

He pressed the last one and the room suddenly became much heavier. "F-Force number 3… i found my crew.. w-whats left of them…" he held up baren bones and armor. "This planets fucked up… if you know whats good for you send the Saiyans.. theyll do a better job.. i couldnt save my crew! This is Nutte signing off… i'm going to look for Roa.”

"Thats… not good.." Vegeta groaned and plugged in the next scouter, A new crew came up on the screen, a crew of ten. The crew was looking around, brows raised and sweat on their brow. “So we are the 4th crew to come to this planet alone, from what were aware these uh… the main population of this race is highly hostile and we need to utilize lethal force...Well update as we go along.” After that log there was no update, no commanders log. He stepped away and swiped a hand through his hair. “Last log…”  He clicked on it which was 7 full days ago. 

A Log List of all the times this one computer has been logged into popped up. It was far more then 4.

10 Crew lists came through. Crews of upwards of 5 being the smallest to 30 being the most. All vanished within days of arrival. All of them mentioning, to send someone stronger, someone more capable. The Saiyans, they begged for the Saiyans help and they were all sent on suicide missions back to back to back to back.

Vegeta slammed his hands down on the console making it glitch the screen. “Of course theyd call for us…dammit!” He barked and kept his back turned away from her. “So they sent them on suicide missions because… they didn’t want to send us?” She questioned, furrowing her brows trying to wrap her head around the situation. “Frieza didnt want to send me and the other two… He sent US on a suicide mission.” Vegeta turned quickly and stared daggers into Calamatta, the overwhelming feeling of concern rain heavy within her head, and sat uncomfortably in her stomach like something she shouldnt have eaten.

Vegeta crossed the room and pointed his finger right into her chest a deep growl emanating from behind his bared teeth. “He went and sent ME with YOU so we can both perish!” “Hey hey what the hell! Calm down abit, well make it out of here ill follow orders.” Vegeta’s vein popped out on his forehead, eyes narrowed furious.

 “Thats not my point. Your optimism is the closest thing we have to any cocky behavior! It doesnt surprise me why Frieza sent me to a month long mission..” She put up her hands and once again her heart sunk; she went wide eyed staring into the princes heartlessly infuriated black eyes.

Friezas words rattled in her skull ‘your life is as forfeit to me as it is Vegeta…’

“I dont get why he would send both of us to die.” He turned back around and walked to a table with a map on it. “You stood at Frieza’s side for as long as you have been able to speak, you wanted freedom from him, now you might as well see the harsh reality, he never had any good intentions for you Calamatta. He wants you dead, so much so hell send the both of us to a lethal planet to terraform on our own…” He said flatly, Calamatta remained silent her tail loosely hanging from her waist. Her dignity and pride feeling like it was oozing out of her very pores. “Now get over here and lets get an idea of the land… this moon has two moons and we have to plan accordingly.” The map is very detailed of the entirety of the planet from the red deserts to the lush green forests and then to the grayed out city scapes. All of them giant hot beds of activity, teaming with life as they knew it. 

His orders were direct and bland. Calamatta dragged her feet, depressed. Feeling less and less like a Saiyan by the moment, it wasnt so much Vegeta.. it was how quickly she was starting to realize Frieza was right, and goddamn did it grate her nerves to know that... The idea of freedom is going to be lightyears more heavier then she could imagine, shes not even close and this is what she has to deal with. Calamatta tightened her tail back up around her waist and listened to her Princes expertise plan of attack.

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