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#chav slag
a-28 · 11 months
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chrisssg · 8 months
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I'm fucking you deep, long and slow from behind while you're on all fours, head down pressed to the bed, arse high up in the air. Your holes are wet, open and ready for what you know will be a long hard pounding session. I know right at this present time your arse is mine. I start to squeeze it. Both hands firm at first, getting harder and harder. I then start to slap it every now and then enjoying seeing it get red and seeing the hand marks. I caress you over the red parts but then start to use my fingers harder, squeezing harder and using my nails too slightly tear your flesh. I see you getting more and more red and makes me pound you harder and faster...I don't stop...
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vikingalphadaddy · 8 months
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Daddy is always up to talk to all the good little sissy girls and bimbo out there. Dont be shy. Say hello.
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vhstown · 4 months
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super short london slang guide !!
i haven't got a scooby doo about cockney so this is mainly gonna be mle and like the way 14 year old secondary school boys talk oookay let's go (just so yk i am a londonder!!!!!)
direct things to call people (or avoid calling people)
bruv, blud, man, mate, fam (can use in replacement of a pronoun like he, she, you and i or for emphasis — "man's got a meeting, bruv!")
more on "man" it can be used in plural too — "us man" or "them man" or "you man"
my g, my guy (for referring someone you are friendly/friends with)
bossman (something you'd call a shop or business owner — "aye bossman get me the 3 wings and chips yeah")
big man (usually used in a sarcastic friendly but kind of demeaning way, the older cousin of "big guy" — "oi big man what you sayin' cuz?"
i wasnt going to put these here cause of personal preference but 😭 people are gonna use them anyway so i might as well tell you what they mean:
peng (adjective cute/pretty — "her? she's peng!")
leng (adjective hot/sexy — "rah, he's leng you know?)
nouns
ting (usually to refer to a girlfriend but can also just mean "thing"... or a knife? — "don't chat to my ting fam!")
grim (very outdated word for a promiscuous woman — "she's a grim bruv!")
skeng (gun)
shank, spinner (knife)
paper, Ps, pronounced "peas" (money)
ends (neighbourhood, area — "if i catch you in my ends yeah")
mandem (group of friends — "having a laugh at the pub with the mandem" aha)
gyaldem (group of women / female friends)
ganja (weed)
blem (cigarette)
pagan/paigon (snitch or untrustworthy person, not a super common you might wanna use "snake" or "snitch" instead)
wasteman (someone who's useless, a lowlife)
pussio/pussyo (pussy, coward)
other common words and phrases
wagwan, or "wag1" in text (what's up, what's going on)
bare (a lot — "i got bare problems with him!")
gassed (prideful, full of yourself — "im actually so gassed, man got promoted"
"and that" (instead of "and stuff" — "i got links and that")
"allow it" (let something slide — "i forgot my wallet allow it bossman")
safe (like "alright cool", or as a bye — "aight safe")
"pattern up" (fix up, get it together)
hard, tight (cool, good, though "hard" is also used in an offensive way — "bro thinks he's hard, pussio")
blam (to get shot, not actually very common to hear in my experience)
sheffed (up), shanked (to get stabbed)
ahlie (used as an interjection when in agreement with something, similar to phrase "am i lying?")
non-mle specific words i hear sometimes
thick (dumb, stupid)
clapped/tapped (ugly, weird, unattractive)
merk/murk (kill, beat up)
slag, sket (slut)
chav (used to refer to someone of the low social status, associated with violent or rude behaviour)
taking the mick, taking the piss (being annoying)
mad (means crazy obviously but people use it a lot, can have positive and negative connotations — "that's mad!")
nonce (literally means pedophile / sex offender, do what you will with it 😭)
dickhead, bellend (similar to douchebag)
wanker (used towards someone you dislike, or in a joking way)
geezer (usually to refer to an old man)
also!!!
depending on which communities are predominant in the area, words from other languages can come in / have come in
some words are common with US slang too because they share origins 😁 ain't that cool
there's a lot of influence from jamaican patois due to the history of british jamaicans in london for ex in words like "ting" or "mandem" or "wagwan" (hence why mle is sometimes referred to as "jafrican") and its not strange to hear "bomboclaat" or "bloodclaat" here either
in communities where there's muslims and arabs (especially in east london) you might hear arabic terms like "wallahi", "khalas" or "astagfirullah" (though people debate whether that's cultural appropriation or not)
south asians have also had an influence with words like "gora" or "ganja" though again this is largely area based and the impact of hinglish is also found a lot outside of london
some people have a mix of different dialects! i mainly alternate between mle and estuary (sometimes yorkshire don't ask it is very easy to pick up...)
you're not gonna hear every single word here all the time the usage varies throughout london. the way north and west londoners speak can be v different for example
uhhhh if you wanna learn properly just listen to some grime or sutn . listen to londoners speak!
for some more resources in-depth PLEASE check out these guides made by other british people ! (one and two)
ok that's it bye bye british ppl & londoners feel free to add on! it is midnight rn so ive probably missed stuff lol... dms are open in case you've got any questions or want any help :p
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chavtasticdesires · 2 years
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Chav slag slut
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crimson--corvid · 1 year
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// drabble :: a night out 🩸
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His tastes were most reliably met
in the seedier parts of the downtown district, where the Prince had already given him leave to feed. On an average evening, one out of ten of its denizens had some form of blood on their hands, which was exactly what he sought. In the dark of the night, he had an easy time disguising his intent amongst the crowds of drunk chavs and party girls. He could smell past their perfumes, past their sweat, past their alcohol coated skin. He could hear their hearts beating beyond the sounds of traffic, chatter, and music. With cigarette smoke disguising his cold breath again, he slipped through the crowds, brushing shoulders with the people he passed.
As he grazed past the shoulder of a woman finishing a paper-wrapped bottle of liquor, he got a flash of a memory in his head. Two weeks ago, in a dingy old hotel room, a man sat on the floor, death in his eyes and a gory gouge in his neck. She held a broken bottle in her hand, dripping a mix of whiskey and vitae. She wanted him to pay her. He didn't have the money and called her a cheap slag who wasn’t worth it anyway. The rush of cutting him up was payment enough to her.
Perfect.
He turned around, using the crowd to disguise his stalking. She stumbled about with inebriation, chuckling to herself. She was alone. Even better. He kept after her, silently lurking some meters behind. He did this for a while, until she had split off from the crowds. It was then that he made his presence more known, beckoning her with a smoothly said, “Hello, little lady.”
“A ‘little lady’, am I?” She stopped and turned back toward him, lips pursed with scrutiny. She wasn’t afraid. It seems as though her experience with the man and the bottle had steeled her courage. “What do you want?”
“A trick or two,” Ruairí answered with a little smile. “Just got paid and wanna have a little fun.”
Putting her hand on her hip, she skeptically bobbed her head around. “Really now?” He stood still as she apprehensively approached to eye him up. He may not have been a Toreador, but he was still a looker, from all accounts he'd been given. She certainly seemed to think so, because she put her hand on his shoulder, playing with the collar of his leather coat. “Hmm... Well my bill's due tomorrow. Got sixty quid for me?”
He played along, feigning reluctance at the price. “Sixty? Hm... Steep, but you'd be worth it, wouldn't ya?” He slipped his hand down the back of her skirt, squeezing the soft, warm flesh of her cheek. She gave him a little giggle. He was unsure if it was excitement for work, or excitement for another chance at playing Death. She pulled him along by his coat to follow her up the stairs of the run down hotel.
They were already beginning to undress one another as they tumbled through the door to her room. She pulled off his jacket, then his button up. He broke the contact between their lips to pull her shirt up over her head, tossing it aside to land over the lampshade in the corner of the room. He allowed his power of presence to entice her further, and he could sense it in her racing heart. In the heat of her growing arousal, he shoved her onto her bed before pulling his tee off. Before too much contact with his cold skin, he forced his vampiric heart into a faster beat to feign body heat. He climbed onto the bed, straddling her while kissing her bare chest. Oh, her veins gave a scent so pleasant, like a mulled hard cider. She released a plaintive moan and dug her nails into his back. When she reached down to undo his belt and open his fly, he took the opportunity.
Pressing his tongue against the back roof of his mouth, he extended his fangs, and before she even had a chance to notice his eyes turning black, it began. He pulled her head aside by her hair, and sank his teeth into her neck. She screamed at first, but as soon as he began to drink, the Kiss took hold of her senses, filling her with a bliss she had probably so rarely felt before. She didn't fight him, but rather held him. Her heart calmed to a sleeping pace as he sipped her vitae. As soon as her grip began to release, he knew it was enough from her. She went limp against the mattress, falling unconscious. His fangs hovered over her bloodied skin for a few more seconds.
He could have had more, and the Beast within him tried to fight for the last of her essence, but he stopped himself.Sitting back up, he looked down at her sprawled beneath his open legs, and watched her chest slowly rise and lower. Over a short time, the wounds on her neck stopped bleeding and sealed up. He listened to the slowed beat of her heart, assuring himself she still lived. Licking his fangs and woozing to the side, he muttered, “Got me tipsy, ya little drunkard...” Now came the protocol and order of the Masquerade. He put his middle and index fingers to her forehead, he began his suggestion to her slumbering, vulnerable mind. “You are safe. You had a good time. He was just a normal john. You can't remember anything about him.” Dressing himself, he opened his wallet and pulled out two creased centuries. He tossed the wad of money on her breasts and saw himself out.
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Iwan Rheon’s description of the og misfits gang on the surface as “athlete, slag, chav, weirdo, and annoying bastard” was valid
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creelby · 10 months
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Chav/ slag is for girl
Roadmen is for boys
AYEEEE EXACTLY
a wouldn’t normally use slag but in ✨extreme✨ cases a probably would lol
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usnewsrank · 2 years
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Headteacher ‘branded pupil Jabba the sl*t’ and ‘mocked chavs’ in historical tweets
Headteacher ‘branded pupil Jabba the sl*t’ and ‘mocked chavs’ in historical tweets
Rachael Hallam, headteacher at Oldham Academy North, is being investigated after she made inappropriate tweets 10 years ago A foul-mouthed headteacher is being investigated over historic Twitter posts in which she called a pupil ‘Jabba the slut’ on Twitter. Rachael Hallam, now headteacher of Oldham Academy North in Greater Manchester, branded pupils ‘slags’ on social media in tweets posted 10…
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youngworshiper666 · 3 years
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Very bored 🙃
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