#gotta make em look extra nice too just for fun

[thegreatgatzbi]

fuck it posting WIPs time. working on my Nick reference sheet! its mostly done tbh i just gotta fiddle with some things tomorrow i think

#gotta make em look extra nice too just for fun #the great gatsby #classic literature #lgbt #gay #nick carraway

[starryeyedadmirer]

Jeremy Hutchins: PDA | Drive Shack p.2

-Jeremy x Reader-

!!CW!! — Brief Public Acts (Nothing too crazy at all); Belly Worship, Navel Play

Words: 808

A/N: So… Part 1 of Drive Shack was just supposed to be a short little one-off… just a little tease, I guess… but I couldn’t stop myself from adding more to the story. My plan is to make this a short little series — probably with 3 to 5 parts — just taking us through the rest of the night. I’ve finally got some inspiration, to write something so I’m gonna try and ride it out 😂.

_________________________________

"Good job tonight, baby." You congratulate Jeremy, as he finishes up his final swing. "You still haven't topped my score... but you got your form right, and that's a good start."

"Yeah, yeah... whatever," he sniggers, "I hit that ring I wanted to hit... I'm pretty sure. That means you owe me some cheesy fries... extra large... and you gotta kiss this belly while I eat." Stepping down from the teeing platform, he slips his hand under his shirt and gives his stomach a gentle smack. "This... big boy belly."

You can't help but to smile as he sets his club into it's slot in the club-holder. Hearing him call himself by that name — even though he hates it — and seeing his hand glide across his gut... it fills your entire body with butterflies. "Yeah... okay. I mean, I don't see any proof of a hit, so you could be lying... but, I admit, I gave you my word."

"Yeah, you did. And now... you gotta deliver."

"Well, It's only fair I do. How about this? Go find our server, and order those cheese fries. Tell him you want them to-go. We're getting out of here. Sound good? But... uh... first, you gotta come over here, with me. I wanna give you a taste of what you're gonna get later. A quick sample, if you will."

"A sample? How you gonna do that?"

"C'mere, and find out. My lips are tingling."

"Aye! I like the sound of that." His stomach still cradled in the palm of his hand, Jeremy waddles over to you, and looks around the room. "Hurry up and do whatever you're gonna do," he giggles — hesitantly raising the bottom of his shirt, "Someone might see us. I don't wanna get kicked out."

"So what if they do? We're just having a little fun... and, anyway, what I'm about to do has nothing on what you're gonna get later." Holding him by the waist, you press your lips against his belly, and begin to scatter a bunch of little, dry kisses across his skin. You feel like a bird, pecking at him this way... but it's the most you can do, without being indecent. "Damn, you taste good, baby." You sigh. "You've been sweating up there, huh? How's this feel?"

"Oh... wow." He chuckles, like a giddy child. "That... that tickles. Hehe. I kinda like it. Mmmm. Feels nice."

"Yeah? Well, there's a lot more where that came from. You'll see... soon enough." Your mouth held to his abdomen, you stick out your tongue, and trail it around his belly button — in a huge circle — just to tease him. The minty odor of your breath stirs in your nostrils as soon as it makes contact with his flesh — mixing with the stench of his putrid sweat. The smell is divine... so foul, and manly.

"Ugh! Ah!" Jeremy moans, overwhelmed by the new sensation. "That's... that's so good. Fuck!"

You can hear him losing his breath, as he fights to hold in his sighs of pleasure. It's a good feeling, having the power to weaken him this way... to turn his big, solid body to mush, with just the tip of your tongue.

You begin to rock his hips back and forth, swaying your body against his; causing him to go limp in the safety of your tight grasp. "Okay... okay... stop." He pants — his feeble hands unsure if they should pull your head closer to him, or push back against your shoulders. "Stop it. Please! People are... people are looking at me."

"Are they?" You smirk. "I can't say I blame 'em. If I saw a belly like this in the wild, I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off it... or my lips." You plant one more kiss on his gut — indulging the nosy voyeurs — and lower his shirt. "It's beautiful! And it tastes so damn good."

"You're so gross, dude. Stop it. Cover me up... hehe... and let my shirt go. That family over there is watching. I think they have kids."

"Okay... fine." You whisper, your breath blowing through the thin material of his tank top. "I'll stop. You've had a big enough sample, anyway. I don't wanna spoil our fun. Gotta make you wait. Now, go get yourself some fries. I'll send you the money while you look for our server... and, if anyone asks you about what they just saw, tell them you're pregnant, and I'm a little overzealous."

"What? Pregnant? I'm not that big. Nobody's gonna buy it."

"Sure they will. Poke out your gut. Rub it a little. Give 'em a show. Trust me, they'll believe you... especially those little perverts over there." Smiling up at him, you give him a firm slap on his ass. "Go ahead. Go. I'm gonna start packing up our stuff."

______

⬅️ Part 1 | Part 3 ➡️

_________________________________

Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️!!!

#starry eyes #jeremy hutchins #jeremy hutchins belly/tummy #jeremy hutchins navel #smut fic #jeremy hutchins smut

[fromthedeskoftheraven]

Please tell me what you can about Break my Baby. I love a good Max.

Adira, my dear(a) 💖

This idea has had me in a chokehold for literal years but I've just never gotten serious about writing it. The gist is that Max sweet-talks his assistant into going to a corporate retreat with him, where forced-proximity shenanigans and budding attraction ensue. BUT on the way home they're in a car accident and the assistant is mortally wounded, so Max has to make the quick decision to turn her instead of letting her die. They navigate her new vamp life together and (of course) end up in fluffy eternal love.

A little piece of a scene under the cut (tbh I don't know why it's in first person. the muse wants what it wants):

***

Max looks up from his desk with a dazzling smile when I walk into his office juggling his coffee and mine along with my purse and laptop bag.

"There's my favorite little juice box."

"Stop calling me that, it was one time. When you were allegedly at... undeath's door."

He gives an exaggerated frown, swallowing a swig of the black coffee I’ve unloaded onto his desk. "Allegedly? Sunshine, you wound me."

"Don't tempt me. Home Depot has stakes, you know."

"Speaking of steaks, have dinner with me tonight."

"No, thank you."

"You work too hard. You deserve a nice meal, a glass of wine. Creme brulee for dessert."

The thought trickles through my mind, syrupy and comforting and a little fuzzy around the edges, like a drop of warm honey.

It has been a long day, and I am hungry, and that place two blocks over does an amazing creme brulee.

And Max isn't that bad, after all, and he'll be on his best behav—

Wait a minute.

I feel like I’m moving in slow motion as I dig my fingers into the tender flesh of my tricep and pinch, like my sister used to do when we’d fight as kids. The sudden clarity makes me shake my head.

"Really, Max?"

He only shrugs. "What am I supposed to do? You're no fun."

"You don't pay me enough to be fun."

"Well, let me get the paperwork to HR and I’ll call for a reservation."

"If there's nothing else, I have emails to answer," I say, turning toward the door.

"Oh, yeah." Max starts flicking through papers on his desk. "There's that thing this weekend, I need you to go with me."

I blink. "The thing? What thing?"

"You know..." He waves one hand in a distracted circle. "The thing for the company."

"No, I don’t know. Mind-reading is supposed to be your thing."

"I've told you, I can't read minds. This," he says, fishing a brochure out of the pile. "The sales managers' annual retreat."

"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not a sales manager. And I have plans this weekend."

Binge-watching the Great British Bake Off over takeout absolutely counts as plans.

"Cancel 'em. I need my trusty assistant, gotta impress corporate with how organized and efficient I am."

"You mean, how organized and efficient I am," I counter. "Again, plans."

“Just look at the brochure.” Max shifts tactics to turn the puppy-dog eyes up to eleven. “An all-expense-paid weekend at an exclusive resort upstate, how can you say no to that? You do work too hard, you know.” 

Begrudgingly, I open the glossy brochure he’s shoved into my hands. Rolling green hills surround a hotel that looks like a French chateau. Smiling people are playing golf, swimming in a massive indoor pool, relaxing in a sauna, clinking champagne glasses in a gold-trimmed dining room. A bed as big as my studio apartment is dressed in crisp white linens, with mints on the pillows.

Binging the Great British Bake-Off in a free fancy hotel room wouldn’t be too bad, as plans go.

I look back to Max, watching me expectantly. “You drive and pay for gas,” I start.

Victory sparks in his dark eyes. “Fair enough.”

“During free time, I get to do whatever I want. No meetings, no spreadsheets, no fetching extra ice for your drink.”

“You won’t even know I’m there.” He lays a hand over his lifeless heart like he’s taking an oath of office or something.

This is going better than I expected. Might as well shoot for the moon.

“And I get a clothing allowance. I don’t have any resortwear.”

“You need any help shopping? I drove past the mall the other day, and Victoria’s Secret had this little red number in the window—”

“What do you think?” I ask dryly.

A grin dimples his cheek. “You drive a hard bargain, Sunshine. Deal.”

“Seriously?”

“Eh, why not? I’ll expense everything, anyway. Just have to get creative with the codes.”

This is probably a mistake. 

Best-case scenario, I’ll have stories to tell at cocktail parties. If I’m ever invited to one, that is. Worst case, I end up in prison for staking my boss.

“Fine,” I sigh. “What time are we leaving?”

“I’ll pick you up at 7:30 sharp on Friday morning. Can’t miss the welcome breakfast,” Max says cheerfully.

“Your turn to bring my coffee, then. I want a—”

“Decaf caramel latte with almond milk, extra whip. I know.”

I frown. “Yeah. That.” 

“Well, don’t let me keep you. Those emails won’t answer themselves, am I right?” Max dismisses me with a wink and a flourish of finger guns.

Finger guns.

After two years of working for Max, my eye roll is a reflex. He’s so corny, it distracts me from the weirdness of the most self-focused person I know paying attention to my coffee order.

***

Thank you for asking!

#max phillips #max phillips x reader

[sereneabyyss]

Blind Watch BSD Season Five

I Feel Spiritually Unwell After That. Unfortunately @wafflesarecool and @animusmelodiam and I have completed season five of BSD. fortunately this means I can come back to Tumblr to not avoid spoilers Animus kept reblogging. However, as was pointed out by Animus before we started, this was very stroke inducing.

First off, as always, Animus Numbers:

Waffle disconnect count: 15

"what the fuck" count: 31 (thanks Amenogozen, Bram, and Fyodor!)

Animus numbers keep us pogging through the pain

We started off strong, immediately hating the Russians.

"he's fucking insane. but I'm rooting for him because I hate Fyodor more"

"'I hate both of them, but I hate this one slightly less so I'm rooting for him' is the entire mood"

Kyouka Lucy and Atsushi trio are top tier. We love them dearly.

"I believe Poe is a trained sniper over them not seeing a car in a flat area anyday."

"Waffle Ranpo is being the greatest detective to ever live. Stop dying."

Many, many, many "what the fuck that is a horrible idea" were said

WHY ARE VAMPIRES CANON???

"The most unprofessional UN meeting... why is waffle still dead"

"cuz he doesn't want to see the horrible UN meeting"

"true"

waffle becomes alive

"All you missed was a terrible UN meeting"

Oh look, we finally remember Atsushi has regenerative powers. How nice and convenient.

"where the fuck is emo at"

"How funny of you to ask"

"EMO!"

"EMO!"

All of these characters need to fucking consider getting some therapy

THE FUCKING LIGHTSABER??? IS A CHEAT SWORD!! FUCK THAT FUCKING SWORD I FUCKING HATE IT IT'S HORRIBLE FUCK THAT SWORD!!!

See Akutagawa cares too much about Dazai's approval, therefore, trying to make him betray that trust is tantamount to geeting tiger claws slashing you in the face.

Tachihara become Toph arc! You can learn from Jouno!

Speaking of Jouno what ever happened to that guy. Find out more next time I Guess!

bram pack

Aya and Bram have adopted each other. Kunikida and Bram get to have custody battle over Aya a la fist fighting her father.

"poor aya. I have a baked potato tho."

Never Fucking Piss Off The Happy Person.

Speaking of angered Kenji, how has the one power that was literally compared to Mother Nature itself not been played upon as Kenji being a vessel for a godly power similar to Chuuya and Atsushi? Like it's right there.

Yeet The Kenji.

"dazai don't try to drown Chuuya. Learn some humanity"

Chuuya deserves to kill Dazai As A Treat.

"Bram lives in an eternal state of going through it"

"Well he lives in an eternal state of being impaled, of course he's going through it."

The Fucking Shoujo Springtime Filer?????

"why is he being crucified? Why is bram jesu?"

The comparison of Bram to Jesus was found to be extra funny after Fyodor's last words.

"I love Sigma dearly, but he brought a gun to a knife fight and Lost."

SHOOT EM SHOOT EM DEAD

AYA NO BAD AYA- oh well ok fine sure.

"Atsushi your boyfriend is a vampire"

Bram has officially adopted Aya can't change my mind

"hey look, it's the cockroach" "dammit i was hoping Chuuya killed his ass"

THE END GOAL WAS SO FUCKING STUPID. THAT'S NOT HOW THAT WORKS. THAT'S NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS. HUMANS CAN'T BE UNIFIED UNDER ONE LEADER AND FUCK THE PAGE IF THAT EVER WORKS LIKE THAT WITH IT'S STUPID LITTLE GOD ABILITIES. FUCKING DUMB AS HELL.

ALSO WHO THE FUCK IS THE UN TO DECIDE THQAT? THE UN ISN'T MADE UP OF EVERY SINGLE COUNTRY TO EXIST AND IT'S JUST LIKE 100 PEOPLE AT MAX DECIDINMG THE FATE OF THE WORLD SHOULD BE IN THE HANDS OF ONE ALL POWERFUL PERSON? NO FUCK YOU. LIKE CAT DAD SAID ABSOLUTE POWER CORRUPTS ABSOLUTELY. THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS AND IT SHOULD NEVER WORK LIKE THAT FUCLK THE TRANSMITTER FUCK THAT END GOAL.

THE ARGUMENT OF WHAT A STATE IS IS LIKE A MIDDLE SCHOOL ANARCHISTS IDEOLOGY OF WHY GOVERNMENT IS BAD. THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS AND THAT'S NEVER HOW IT EVER COULD WORK.

Also Ranpo had way too much fun being a terrorist. But like, he deserved to commit crime. As a treat.

Anyway, I gotta go work. This was hell.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd atsushi #bsd ranpo #so glad that's done and over with #not looking forward to season six #at all #god we need an anime that won't turn us bat shit

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #51

A friend is coming over today to play Stepmania on my Frankenpad.

I'm excited about this, but also nervous. My house is a neurodivergent one, and it has 5 cats. It looks like a neurodivergent house (as in, clutter everyfuckenwhere), and it smells like there are 5 cats living here. It's not squalid or anything, but… it definitely doesn't look like one of those images you find in Home and Garden magazines.

But maybe it's not entirely necessary for my house to look like it's not inhabited by three neurodivergent people stacked in a trenchcoat trying to pass as a Functional Adult™.

This image sums up our situation nicely, although it's with three people instead of four:

It's not lost on me how lucky I am to have my husbands. I don't know what they see in me, but they keep me around anyway, even though they don't gotta. So I do what I can to deserve them both.

I feel a little better today than I did yesterday. Before bed, I rehydrated with a big glass of warm milk. Warm milk is a nice thing because it doesn't matter how awful or wired or antsy or tense I feel; 20 minutes after I'm finished drinking it, I become super sleepy, and then I'm out like a light. Works every time, for reasons I don't fully understand. Maybe if you ever have trouble sleeping, you can give it a try.

In any case. In order to prepare for today, I made myself some green tea and it was very good. And then I went to the grocery store, both to get ingredients to make pumpkin soup for the weekend (I'll write a letter about this process for you when I begin to make it, don't worry!), and to get supplies to make nachos for everybody tonight. I took a few pictures of my grocery store adventures for you; it was a lot less crowded today. Here:

This is canned pumpkin. I have to get it canned because fresh pumpkin is out of season where I live until next autumn. But that's okay; this stuff is pretty good too:

Here's some heavy cream. This is the basis for any bisque, which is what I am trying to make for my friends this weekend, because, sadly, I cannot make it for you:

And here is some cream cheese, which will also be added to the soup for extra decadence:

And here's a starfruit. Because I adulted today, and that means I deserve a little treat!

The sticker says "carambola", because it's also called that. I like "carambola" better as a word to describe this fruit; it rolls off the tongue better. Try it: "ka-RAHM-bo-la"; it's fun, isn't it?? Haha! 😁

...But then nobody knows what I'm talking about when I say "carambola", so "starfruit" is just easier if I want to be understood. 😅

Maybe it's a little weird, but… in service to the notion that you'd like a normal life, I wish I could bring you to the grocery store and show you all the things and all the best ways to pick stuff out. And I'd step up to anyone who even so much as looks at you funny for your height, build, albinism, long hair, or wing, if it's out. I'd kick them right in their stupid shins and yell at them to get lost before I get REALLY mad and introduce my knuckles to their face at an unpleasant velocity. I'm only 5'8" to your 6'7", but still I can get pretty scary when I gotta! I'd have your back, don't you worry. I'd protect you from anything. It'd be fine. You'd be safe with me; I'd make sure of it.

In any case. You remember that bison and venison I got from my last trip to the grocery? I had intended to use that for making the nachos today. I'm eager to see how it'll turn out. Oh, and I gotta grate some cheese, too; I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me (I know you didn't really, but it's fun to pretend)! 😜

I have since cooked up the bison and venison, and grated up three different kinds of cheese. Check 'em out:

I was surprised that bison and venison taste so similar. It's almost like beef, but not really. I mixed the three different kinds of cheese into a great big bowl, so the prep work for making nachos later is complete. I already have some chopped veggies and some guacamole and something kinda like sour cream, so it's good to go!

Since writing the last paragraph, we picked up my friend and we played a lot of Stepmania on my awesome Frankenpad! I even managed to snag a video of me on it that I think isn't too terrible! Here:

Certainly, my balance and stamina aren't what they used to be; it's been a lot of years since last I used to do this with any sort of consistency. But that's okay! This was one of my favorite Expert Mode songs; the rhythm with which you're supposed to use your feet is a lot of fun for this one, and I remember when this used to be a "warm-up" tune for me, haha! I'm hoping that if I continue to do it, I'll improve again, over time.

You know? I bet you'd probably be really good at this. I imagine you must have crazy amounts of stamina, and I imagine your sense of rhythm must be impeccable. I wonder which songs you'd gravitate towards. I wish you could play together with me and my friends; I think you might have a lot of fun with it, once you get used to it, and it would be great to see you smiling and having a good time.

In any case, afterwards we ate nachos!! We filled bowls with chips, ground meat, and cheese, and then heated it up in the microwave! It's not fancy, but it's certainly effective! Check it out!

After that, you add your cold things. I had guacamole, onions, bell peppers, tomatoes, and the sort-of-sour-cream. Here's what it looked like when the bowl was fully assembled:

And just like that, you add a few juicy veggies and you have a healthy bowl of awesome tastiness! Woot, woot!

We had an amazing time and lots of delightful conversation. I think you'd like this person a lot if you met her. She's very smart and she has a lot of insightful things to say. I'm looking forward to the next time I get to spend time with her.

...I wish you could have been here for any of this. I think you could feel safe and at home and cared for and like you have family at my house. After the hellish upbringing I had, I have, with help, done my best to shape myself into someone who is wholesome and safe, and to shape my home into a place that is wholesome and safe. I know that you could be welcome here. I know that with enough time and patience, you'd adjust to the peace, because you have a smart brain and a flexible mind. You could chill where the kind people and the tasty snacks and the fun things are, and you'd never have to wonder if you belong, because you would. Because you do. Because you always have, regardless of how you came into being, and regardless of what anyone else has tried to tell you. You belong, and you deserve good and wholesome things.

But I guess writing to you about it and sending you videos and pictures is the best I can do; I'm sorry about that - I really, truly am. I hope somehow that any of this might reach you and move you, but... I don't imagine that it will. But I also can't stop myself from trying against all odds anyways, for better or for worse, haha.

You can have this, you know - this simple life, and any of the lovely and good things I've been trying to show you (and will keep trying to show you). All you have to do is make a different choice. All you have to do is take the hands outstretched to you. All you have to do is open your ears and your mind to the kind words being spoken towards you. All you have to do is turn your face back to the light. I'll be over here until you do, singing a little song for you, and weaving a little handicraft, as I always do.

So... please stay safe until you're ready, okay? Please remember that you're loved and cared for. Please make good, kind, and brave choices.

I'll write to you again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

#sephiroth #ThankYouFFVIIDevs #ThankYouFF7Devs #ThankYouSephiroth #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii crisis core #final fantasy 7 crisis core #final fantasy crisis core #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #crisis core #ff7r #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy 7 remake #ffvii remake #ff7 remake #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy 7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth #ff7 rebirth #final fantasy 7 ever crisis #ffvii ever crisis #ff7 ever crisis #ffvii first soldier #nachos #stepmania #wholesome

[the-real-team-galactic]

since Boss Saturn said i could post whatever the fuck i want, i think its time 4....

✨Monthly Galactic Horoscope!!!✨

and b4 ANYONE says anything i know astronomy and astrology r different!!!! we can have both shut up !!!! >:/

but anyways!!! it's time for your monthly horoscopes :3 !! were in Fraxure season atm n mercury is coming into retrograde soon !!! :D communications r gonna be all weird when that happens so remember 2 be patient babes !!! ~☆

♈ Whimsicott: the sun's moving thru a fellow fire sign :D so expect good vibes and high energy coming ur way!!! with Mercury in retrograde it's a bad time for u to start new things BUT!!!!! :O best time to tie up loose ends lets gooo !!!! ~☆

♉︎ Bouffalant: ur gonna b ambitious and work SUPER hard this month !!! dont forgor to pay attention to ur money problems tho!!! >:0 cuz those r gonna be real major for u. if u can reach out to others n tell em u love them !!! <3

♊ Klink: sun is moving away from u so expect to b real fucking tired !!! sorry lol :P shit is gonna be all messed up n weird so be patient and take time to recharge !!! now's a good time to be creative too :3 keep going and do ur best!!!!!!! yahoo !!! :)

♋ Crustle: ruh roh ur gonna be super busy !!! be sure not to stretch urself too thin :P you don't hafta help literally everyone all the time even if u want to!!!!! make sure you don't miss your appointments too !!! :O also !! now's a good time to get all your stuff organized: not just ur house, ur physical and mental health too!!! you got this :D !!!!

♌ Braviary: fellow fire sign hell yass!! ur gonna get a nice energy boost this month too >:D you WILL get more rizz this month, the masses will love u !!! be sure to accept invites that come ur way and reconnect with old friends!! don't start any new projects and beware of poor communications ~☆ !!!

♍ Gothorita: the sun's moving to the base of y'all's charts which means it's time for family (if ur family sucks ignore that part LOL) !!! ur gonna gravitate a lil more towards your comfort zone, and now is a good time to reconnect with old friends !! try to focus on reorganizing ur home and your head :3 make some space 4forthe new year !!!!

♎ Lampent: brighter days are in ur future this month !!! be sure to expect a better mood, and try to put urself out into the community or something !!! maybe that's your thing who knows?!?! ur attitude will light up the room and any projects you might pick up so be sure to share that with others !!!

♍︎ Scolipede: ur gonna be stuck on familiarity and that's ok !!! try visiting people and places you're super extra comfy in <3 financial troubles r coming w/ Mercury so don't take ur eye off that stuff it's important !!! save ur money and wait till after delibird day sales start to get the gadgets u want !!! keep it real n simple boiz u got this :3

♐︎ Fraxure: it's ur month let's GOOO !!!! good things are coming for ur birthdays y'all !!! good strong vibes are in ur future and people are gonna dig it !!! if parties and big events are ur thing then GO FOR IT!!! great time to get all ur energy out n have fun with ur buds :D make sure to get on top of all your shit soon !!!!

♑︎ Sawsbuck: time to look back on the year and get ready for the next !!! u may end up hypercritical of urself but cut yourself some slack !!! things are changing and it's natural u wanna change in a way that will make things better but you gotta b patient!!!!! tie up loose ends and make sure to take care of ur mind !! <3

♒︎ Simipour: you've got places to go and people to see this month!!!!! it's a great time to get out there and be social so go have some BLAST !!!!!!!! pinch ur pennies and do ur best to settle unfinished business too :) don't force urself to go too far tho !!!! >:0 especially since u may b getting hit w/ stronger emotions and selflessness but don't push urself !!! take care of YOU first!!!

♓︎ Alomomola: last but deffo not least, it's time to get to work !!! expect TONS of motivation in ur career and eagerness to get shit done !!!!!!! look back on ur methods to see what works and what u should get rid of and focus on finishing things before starting shit !!! structure and security r big for u rn so take care :3

#[ note: mod doesn't know jackshit abt horoscopes i am just looking this up on a website ] #☆ ~ vega's silly posts #☆ ~ Monthly Galactic Horoscopes #pkmn irl #pokeblog #rotomblr

[foxsimthings]

Nino Moretti & Michi(ko) Okeke for @galaxsims Love Island!

Nino Moretti Young adult | Bisexual Firefighter | Heroic | Family-Oriented | Bro

Michiko Okeke Young adult | Pansexual Massage Therapist | Dancer | Comforting | Laid-Back

(you thought I could stop at one? you were mistaken. I also feel like I’m usually the one making sims to stir up drama, but there were already a few drama-stirrers so here we go ehuehuhe)

Nino has always suffered from looking like a far worse guy than he actually is.

Is he, perhaps, a bit of a jock? Sure, of course. Does that thick Brooklyn accent sometimes make him sound a little extra arrogant? Maybe, now and then. But underneath a healthy layer of bravado, dudeliness, some slightly archaic beliefs and a lot of cologne, he’s a good guy who tries his best.

Nino’s family wasn’t always the most accepting, and the Moretti family only really hung out with extended family. Cousins, aunts, distant cousins, great grandparents - he can list every relative he’s ever had back to his ancient caveman ancestor Tito Moretti who invented putting out the fire, but he can list friends he has that aren’t related to him on one hand. 

Being in such a closed environment, some of his beliefs are still a bit archaic, but he tries hard to correct them when he realizes they’re wrong. Those close to him may have found him a bit intimidating to talk to at first, but he’s extremely open to and willing to learn and if he says something that’s perhaps not so correct, he has no problem apologizing when corrected and doing his best to fix himself. 

A firefighter working out of San Myshuno, he risks his life pretty much on the daily and is always the first into danger and the last one out. Nino’s apartment is overrun with stray animals he scooped up off the street and his landlord has been lenient with her no-pets policy because, I mean, it’s Nino. 

Coming from a big family, it’s Nino’s dream to have a big family of his own, a nice big house for everyone to get together in, a loving husband or wife, and a few little chickens.

Name. “Nino Moretti.” Age. “Twenty-five.” Occupation. "Firefighter, been for uh couple years now. It’s awesome.” Hometown. “San My, baby.” Sexuality. “Uh, I forget if it’s pansexual or bisexual. I like ‘em both. Er, wait, there’s more than two now right? Oh shit, have you been writing all this down? Oh man, I’m gonna look like the biggest asshole. Okay just scratch all that out, just put down bisexual.” Ideal Type. “Must love animals, first of all. I got like six cats back home. You know people just dump off their old cats? It’s fucking disgraceful is what it is- sorry, no swearing, sorry. What was the question? Right, ideal type. Yeah so they gotta love animals, gotta have a good heart, but not too... soft, you know? Like if they cry every time a diaper commercial comes on maybe not, but a good person. Gotta get along with my Ma. We gotta be best friends, we gotta love each other’s company. I want us to have fun, go places, laugh until our faces hurt. And if they don’t think my memes are funny, I mean, it’s over. I just wanna settle down with a good person, an animal lover, who cares about family and doing the right thing. And can put up with my ugly mug, aha!” Why are you applying for Love Island? ”I think it’d be fun. Is that okay to say? I dunno, I mean I’ve worked since I was fifteen, I went from high school to training to become a career firefighter and, you know, I don’t take no breaks or nothin’. Well, no, that’s a lie actually, I was at my cousin’s wedding in Tartosa. You never been? Aw, we should go. No really, it’s beautiful, we got a villa out there and-- I’m sorry? Oh, sure, yeah. I guess I’m applying because it’d be fun, because I could use a break, and I mean, who doesn’t wanna be on TV, you know? All my buddies back at the station’ll be going bananas!” What do you hope to get out of this experience? “I mean, that depends if the drinks are comped or not, hah! No, don’t write that, that’s stupid. Uh, I mean I don’t know if I’m looking for forever but I’m definitely hoping for... for now. You know what I mean? You probably shouldn’t write that either. I just don’t wanna come off desperate or nothin’, you know?”

-----

Coming from a very mixed family with Japanese heritage on one side and Nigerian heritage on the other, Michi has always experienced a lot. A lot of culture, a lot of language, a lot of food and spirituality. She’s also an only child, which means everything her parents had they gave to her; and it was a lot. She was loved endlessly - still is, for that matter - and though her family isn’t as big as some people’s(^), it’s a warm, tight-knit unit. 

Michi grew up in Del Sol Valley where her father continues to work as a dentist. While perhaps the Okeke family isn’t incredibly wealthy, they certainly have never wanted for much. Michi has babysat for Brytani Cho, ridden horses with Holly Alto and gotten high with Venessa Jeong. There isn’t a Simschella festival that she hasn’t attended. She’s always sat right at the periphery of stardom and celebrity, and it’s always suited her quite well. While it might have been easy enough to slip in a connection or two and rise to fame herself, she prefers a more down-to-earth lifestyle.

One can’t walk into Michi Okeke’s apartment without being struck by the smell of lilac and lavender. A crystal sits in just about every room and she’ll explain at length why her jade egg is her most valuable possession. She’s obsessed with lepidoptery and keeps rosy maple moths. Michi calls her parents every night and cooks them dinner every Sunday. She believes that ghosts are made when people die holding on to ‘bad vibes’.

Her presence is often regarded as calm and motherly. Very little seems to get under her skin and she’ll try just about anything once. 

Name. “Michiko Okeke, but people usually just call me Michi. Or Itchy. Or Iko. People call me kind of everything.” Age. “I turned twenty-three on July 2nd. Gemini squad. But it’s crazy that you and I are even chatting because you’re a Virgo, right? No, I can totally tell.” Occupation. “I’m an RMT, a registered massage therapist.” Hometown. “Del Sol Valley.” Sexuality. “I’m pansexual, I kind of lean toward men sexually but romantically I can and have loved everyone of every identity.” Ideal Type. “Spiritual, romantic, spontaneous. I like a little wild, but not crazy wild. I mean like... let’s just go get lost in the woods for a week and live off the land wild. I want to get sick off random berries with you and go swimming after dark and push you on the swings. I just want to experience all of life with someone, the good and the bad, and just be so in love with someone that even the bad is hard not to smile through. But what about you, what’s your ideal type?” Why are you applying for Love Island? “I’d love to meet some new people, make some new friends. And my friends have been pushing me to do it, so I figured I’d just take a chance. Worst case scenario, I have a great time and come home as single as I left. Best case scenario, I fall head over heels in love and next thing you know we’re starting a kazoo band and touring the world.” What do you hope to get out of this experience? “Everything! Anything! I’m just excited to experience something new, there’s so much life out there to live.”

#sims 4 #ts4 #please click the link on nino's name #it's important character building

[upontherisers]

Introduce your OC...solving a problem! Dealer's choice on OCs!

oh boy, this turned out much longer than i expected, so this is also going under a read more. i couldn't pick an OC, so i randomly generated a number and got #12! #12 is 1st lt. coretta bailey of the army nurse corps who oversees a fleet of nurses at the [need to look it up] field hospital in aldbourne.

i also introduce another OC of mine, private first class frances wilson, who is getting up to no good with her partner in crime, floyd talbert. this is a little bogo for ya!

#21. solving a problem

She normally didn’t do this. She let the kids have their fun, turned a blind eye to whatever shenanigans they got up to, gave a knowing wink, etc. But today, she shouldn’t afford that. The doctors were already on her case about two of her nurses being late for their shifts, she was understaffed anyway with the flu going around, and that lieutenant was making his way up here for a reason and she did not want to cause him any undue grief with that captain of his. 

She walked to the supply closet on the third floor hallway, dreading the sounds of shuffling inside, and yanked it open with her eyes to the floor, steeling herself against the gasps and what she was sure was the back half of a sensual moan. 

“Lieutenant Bailey, I—”

“Save it,” she said, and her shoes were looking particularly… plain today, weren’t they?

She gave the four of them a moment before looking up at them, sighing at the sight. They were all in various stages of undress, shirts, trousers, and skirts in disarray, and she was pretty sure she saw a hickey blooming on the side of Nurse Bedman’s neck. Already? They’d been in there less than five minutes.

“Get dressed, please,” she begged. “Lieutenant Winters is on his way up, no doubt looking for you two, and I will happily show him to this door.”

“Shit,” Sgt. Talbert swore, his eyes darting to Pfc. Wilson as he furiously buttoned up his shirt. The girl looked panicked, her usual, unflappably confident demeanor showing a little crack as she realized there were consequences for her actions. She looked back and forth between Talbert, the two nurses, and Coretta before starting to shove her shirt into her trousers, her dog tags jangling wildly.

The two soldiers looked at Coretta pleadingly as she watched them pull themselves together, Wilson pulling the garrison cap on to her head with a nervous sniffle. 

Coretta looked down the hallway, her arm still holding the door open, expecting their superior officer to arrive any minute. Talbert picked up on the glance.

“Listen, you gotta help us. Sobel’ll have our asses if we—”

“Yeah, Lieutenant, please,” Wilson said. “Just tell Winters you didn’t see us. We were never here. Please,” The girl stepped forward, looking her directly in the eyes. “We did extra push-ups this morning because Webster was late for formation. I can’t do ‘em again today, I can’t.”

Coretta huffed, releasing her grip on the door, and stood with her hands on her hips, staring back and forth between the two paratroopers and their puppy dog eyes. They were good kids, the two of them, if not prone to… carnal persuasions. They were always nice to her girls, never too disruptive, and good soldiers, too, as she heard from Lt. Winters. This wasn’t any different from their usual shenanigans, and any pressure she was feeling today wasn’t their fault. That Sobel was awful, making them panic like this. 

She could handle Winters for a few minutes, give them enough time to get out of the building and to wherever they needed to be. Unless he ran into someone, getting to the second floor, not seeing them, and coming to the third wouldn’t take long. These two sure had their ways of getting themselves into predicaments, but she had a way of getting them out of at least this one.

“Fine,” she said, ignoring the ‘yes’ and fist pump from Sgt. Talbert. “Go down the hall to your right, up the stairs, take the first right, then straight out the door at the end of the hallway. You’ll be on the roof. There’s a ladder on the northwest corner. Go, now.”

She stepped back as they sprinted past her, the heavy tread of their boots on the hardwood undoubtedly giving away their position. Her eyes followed them until they disappeared around the corner, then she turned to her nurses. 

Trainer was trying to help Bedman flip her collar over the dark bruise on the side of her neck while Bedman smoothed out both their dresses. The neat buns Coretta required of all her nurses were gone, waves of brown and blond spilling over their shoulders because Talbert got grabby when he kissed. They were in no shape to be out on the ward floor, and she heard footsteps on the eastern stairs.

Grabbing the inventory clipboard off the outside of the door, she tossed it at them, giving them a sympathetic grimace. “Get yourselves together, then let’s go. We have work to do.”

She shut the door as a familiar redhead rounded the corner of the stairs. 

“Lieutenant Winters,” she said, putting on her most gracious smile, “to what do we owe the pleasure?”

The man stopped when she saw her, his furrowed eyebrows easing. “I was looking for two of my men.”

“Two of your men? Here?”

He tilted his head with a blink in his best expression of exasperation, and she laughed at her joke to diffuse the situation. “I haven’t seen any of your men since this morning,” she started, walking into the wider ward. Winters followed from a respectful distance, and she could feel his cool gaze as she stopped at a table. 

“Frank Perconte was here about his wrist at 0930,” she said, picking up the check-in sheet like it had anything of interest on it. “But no one from Easy’s been here since.”

From this position in the room, she could see clear out the front window to the wide lawn of the hospital. She was going to give Talbert and Wilson three minutes before she sent Winters after them. They were paratroopers, and fit ones, too. How long did it take for them to climb down a ladder?

“I believe these two are here quite often, not under an official visiting capacity.” He was so proper about it, she thought. His perfunctory Pennsylvania politeness was in place even when she imagined he was under plenty of duress.

She smiled knowingly. “Two of your men… ah, yes. Sgt. Talbert and Pfc. Wilson, is it?”

He nodded.

“They’ve made quite the impression on some of my nurses.” ‘All of my nurses’ is what she meant to say. They’d slept their way through three-quarters of them.

He quirked up the side of his mouth into a smile, revealing that oh-so-treasured dimple that she so rarely saw. 

And speaking of those two devils, Coretta heard gravel crunching underfoot from the open window. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two figures tearing across the hospital lawn, their green-brown ODs blurs of color against the sunburnt grass. Dick was too far back in the room to see them, and she washed her hands of whatever trouble they may find themselves in later.

With her part in this crisis averted, she turned to the lieutenant. He was standing at rest, his hands clasped behind his back. The pose showed off his shoulders, the line of his neck, his high cheekbones. He was strikingly handsome. All the nurses talked about him, the good-looking redheaded one from Easy Company, and Coretta found herself gazing admiringly at him on more than one occasion. She couldn’t afford herself that now, not with him looking directly at her.

“Is Captain Sobel workin’ you too hard, Lieutenant Winters?” she asked. “Your boys and girls are in here with bumps and bruises all the time. You got anything botherin’ you?”

She could at least try to get him to sit down and act like he wasn’t aching for a few minutes.

“If I get an injury, I’ll let you know.”

Of course, so perfectly diplomatic, this one was. How he got along with Lewis Nixon, she’d never know.

She raised her hands, not pushing the matter further, and watched over his shoulder as two respectably put together nurses emerged from the supply closet, hopefully with a completed inventory. “Well, thank you for your visit. Sorry I wasn’t much help.”

Winters dipped his head, putting his cap on. “You’re always helpful, Lieutenant Bailey.” He turned with a nod and headed out.

She watched him go, wishing she didn’t feel so wistful. 

Nurse Bedman approached her with a grin that could only be described as shit-eating. “You like hi—”

“Don’t you start with me,” Coretta snapped through gritted teeth, heart sputtering as she glanced to make sure Winters was already down the stairs. “You two are in enough trouble as it is.”

#my writing #coretta bailey #prompt fill #i'm sure there are typos #i did not proofread this #also idk what the nursing situation was like in aldbourne when easy was there #for the purposes of this fic it's whatever i just wrote #but for my big fic i will look it up and be yknow accurate and stuff #also was tab already sgt in aldbourne? probably not. idk i'll fix it #mercurygray #also the webster mentioned here is not pfc david webster bc he didn't join easy until after the jumped into normandy #a third oc? another webster? *wink wink wink* i'll never tell #mail call #meet 'em in the skies

[sk3tch404]

Obligatory "can I beat their asses?" Question

Anyways, yOOOOO THE EASTER TWINS R HEREEEEEREE :DDD mf Frankenstein lookin bicthes (affectionate) also can buy drugs from them in-game? 🤔 are they gonna be OUR drug dealers?? 😱🫢 /hj

Also kinda funny how the characters that are based off the rabbit/bunny holiday, have a surname that means "wolf", das some clever foreshadowing! 😏 how do I know that it means wolf?

You 🤝 Me: *having Russian OC's with the surname Volkov*

U just like me fr 😭 /j jokes aside, we really did seem to share a braincell at some point, aka we googled "common Russian surnames" and went with the nicest sounding result LMAO (Volkov is such a nice surname though fr)

As for the correct spelling of the name, imma send in a separate ask for that 👉😎👉 but TLDR: Вòлков is the absolute correct spelling, although both would be acceptable to Russian speakers and the Russian mobile keyboard is too crusty to have the letter anyway💀 (u can use the french keyboard for it though, it has a lot of extra letters like ôœiöòóõøōº)

-Ren'py anon

OHHH THAT'S SMART RENPY ANON. I ALREADY HAVE PLANS FOR ONE OF EM TO MAKE A MINOR APPEARANCE IN JAYCE'S ROUTE. SO MAYBE I CAN JUST SWOOP EM IN THERE BASED ON PLAYERS CHOICES.

If you want to beat them up, then I hope you've been properly trained because they've been living in the woods for A LONG WHILE (Like for 6 years) They gotta make drugs somewhere, and they do some spooky stuff out there too. Like, otherworldly activities... So I will pray for you.

OMG I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE THOSE CONNECTIONS. WELL MAYBE I DID BUT IG I JUST PUSHED IT IN THE BACK OF MY MIND. They're nice and not intimidating at first glance, but once you look back they are BIG AND BAD.

HEHEHEHEH OUR OCS>>>>> THE VOLKOVS ARE ON A ROLL!!! I don't believe I have met this Volkov of yours. Might as well meet him after wrapping up your Tiger oc ask... 😈

AND YEAH I DID SEARCH UP TOP 50 RUSSIAN LAST NAMES. 😭😭😭 IT WAS JUST TOO GOOD 🐺

Russian grammar is scary but I'll get through it. Good thing that Joseph hcs in my drafts made me put a French setting on my keyboard 😈 ig it's good for something other than MESSING ME UP AND THINKING I WAS ON THE ENGLISH KEYBOARD.

Anyway, thank you so much once again Renpy anon for being for smart and helping me out! Languages are so fun but hard to learn.

#renpy anon #MUAHHAHAHAH #RARWRARARRAR #I LOVE THESE BOYS #BUT I WOULD NEVER BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS THEM #STAY AWAY #I will love them from a very far and safe distance

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 07x16 Out with the Old

“I don’t want to spoil what’s going to happen” so we skipped the intro

“Do they look like ballerinas to you?” “Ok. She’s a real ballerina with the broken in shoes” “OH SHIT. IT”S A SHUFFLE. With the screen and everything” “Is the mop handle going to murder her or what?” “It’s going to twist her legs off” “EXPLOSION. GUTS EVERYWHERE!! YEAHHHHHHHHHHH” laughter

“Holy shit” and laughter

“That was kinda fucked up. And the shoes were still clean” “He’s digging dick” “Did he start smoking? His voice is dropping” making fun of Dean’s deep voice

“Bitch” “Maybe just cut your hand off” “That’s true” laughter

“Sleep on the way because you won’t get any when you’re there” “I would’ve had fun with the rear wheel drive in the snow” “Wasn’t that slush out there?” “I love how they try to light it up like shit on purpose to show it’s a shitty police station, but it’s still white” “Hey it’s Portland” “The force that works” “You just let the kid do homework in the evidence room? Are you kidding me? That’s some bullshit. There’s money and drugs in there” “Here take this evidence bag” “I don’t mean to keep you too busy. Are you ok over there?” “I mean it’s not like there’s any lady cops right?” “Only when they need the extra diversity” “It’s not like they make up 50% of the population or anything” "CLACKETY CLACKETY CLACKETY” “Soarry” “Just carrying evidence out on a stick. Sure” laughter

“They’re trying to do the whole bank thing and buy out the small businesses to make apartments? Welcome to my old neighborhood” “Really?” “He’s shorter than you and he has his hands full. You could have gotten the door for him” “Just long haired creepy looking dude with shoes on a stick” “What’s that reference?” “Oh yeah. Cursed knife” “Is that what it is?” “Pop goes the fingers” “Don’t you want to keep one part of the knife in contact with the board at all times? Isn’t that how that technique works?” “What the fuck” “sure” “This dude is just like sure yeah no worries. He looks a little skeptical” “You do enough pot, it’ll kill you” “Who’s that?” “That’s a gentleman’s magazine. You have some of your own. We bought it for the articles, but I feel like Mr. Yank It didn’t buy it for the articles” “HOLY SHIT. It’s the cylindrical kind. Those don’t really work anymore. The wax is super soft. Is it wax? I don’t remember. That was like two lifetimes ago” “Is he going to kill his mom now? Man, video games are getting really bad these days” laughter

“Right in the fkn neck” “Do they even know what happened? Why aren’t they questioning a strange man in their house” “Just in time for Mr. Yank It” “what the fuck” “dun dun dun”

“Oh it’s a demon thing”

“Those are some skinny ass wheels” “Cursed radio?” “That’s not how you keep your hearing forever. Too many gunshots i guess” “Isn’t that the same thing?” “It’s an old Mac. They tried to cover it up too” “What makes Dean a fudge pop?” “what’s up fudge pop?” “it really isn’t hard to make up a bunch of businesses” “Is he driving to Brokeback mountain? Oh shit. Ride em cowboy” “That’ll keep you awake” “Doesn’t he know?” “Oh they’re leviathan. I forgot about them” “You’re supposed to vouch for Dick” “He’s got his eye on the pie” “how does that make sense” “Wouldn’t that mean there’s a really small dick inside? You gotta talk to it real nice to get it out of its shell” “Isn’t he just bait?” “Yeah, bait” “Tape over the mouth is like the lamest thing ever. Unless you go around the whole head, it falls off” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “That’s a lot of property damage” “Now I’m just confused” “Oh hell yeah” “Not actually dead though” “Something about Dean’s ass and a Christmas present” “Im confused” “That’s the gayest fucking truck” “It’s an S10 Chevy, I think. They should have used the VW rabbit” “He dead” “He’s jerkin’ it” “huh” “I don’t remember any of this shit”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural #supernatural rewatch #supernatural s7

[punkscowardschampions]

Joe & Ray

Joe: Where you @ 🦇🔦

Ray: Shop 

Ray: y? 👀

Joe: Ideal, pick up all the nice scran, stuff that’ll make the kids 👀 pop out, like

Ray: 👀 where this is headed

Joe: mystic meg you don’t need to be 🔮

Joe: saw the envelope full on the side when I got in, don’t need the three guesses

Ray: not for our crimbo prezzies

Joe: can fake that to the little ones

Joe: setting ‘em up for disappointment but what ain’t 🎄😭

Ray: gorra happen 1 day 🎄🔥 but tonight ain’t it 🍭🍫🍩🧁🍪

Joe: can’t complain when they getting it with no spends between any of us, least of all them freeloaders 

Joe: did give us the funds for blockbuster though, keep ‘em 😶🤩

Ray: Class I know what 📼 to stick in they won’t have a cob on about

Joe: Saw II was a mistake, yeah

Ray: Tommo back in his own bed yet?

Joe: Fraze took the piss hard enough he is ‘til he’s dead cert he’s asleep, yeah

Ray: put it out his own head when he used to get pure shit up by [something era appropriate for baby Fraze lol]

Joe: Funny how selective his memory is, like

Ray: innit

Ray: must be that long ago 🙄 properly grock scally now he is 🙄 don’t you know? 🙄

Joe: 😏 being hard would involve doing in 7 year olds

Joe: properly scary, our Tommo

Ray: keeping him made up with extra 🍬🍬 myself like

Joe: Smart 💡

Joe: they’ll wanna crash in mum and dad’s bed with you when they eventually do

Ray: 💡 to grab [whatever the cheap energy drinks of the era are called because clearly not gonna sleep]

Joe: gonna be looking fatter than Hollie T by the time you get out

Ray: 😏 dead scary if I meet her on the way home 🔦

Joe: be no 🍭🍫🍩🧁🍪 trail for me to follow to your body either, devvo

Ray: crisp bags & cans if she don’t eat em 2

Joe: walking skip sounds about fair

Joe: have to be chiefing the whole offie 100x over to have us getting near that size

Ray: have to meet me if the 💡 is to get messy when the rest are 😴 on my tod I’d be a div to chief 1 bottle wearing this clobber but be easy for you in yours

Joe: you rather I went about in too tight tops like a right scally myself

Joe: but doubt messy is the mood either of us will be in, nah?

Ray: Wouldn’t be me getting done in by every lad on the estate for dressing up like em so there’s no would I rather 

Ray: know you’d smash it 1x1 but that ain’t gonna how it’d go when they can outnumber you like 🐺🐺🐺

Joe: May well dress for the job they’re gonna have ⛓🚿🧼🎱🧦⛓

Joe: even scum like us gotta have pride, fuck looking like that much of a twat

Ray: come off it soft lad you mean to tell me they ain’t all gonna be ⚽️🏆 like our [some local-ish person made good of the era that nobody shuts up about even if he’s not remotely close to being a professional footballer in the big leagues]??!!

Joe: and give up the saturday/sunday sesh with some casual violence thrown in? 😱

Joe: not even make half-time 💔

Ray: not reach the halfway line before they’re 🤮😭 & that’s before the sesh

Joe: watch him get them all wound up so they’re spewing their sweeties up before 9

Joe: just ‘cos he’s aggro about it

Ray: Have I gotta 👀 that? 

Joe: It’d be us has to clean it up, can only be arsed playing mammies and daddies when it’s a laugh for them, not long enough sort the kids out for real

Ray: fun & games when it’s 🏠💕 be us 🤢 & 😡 the kids don’t know what’s what

Joe: If he could actually be trusted to do what needs to be done, like you can, leave ‘em to it

Joe: not my idea of a fun Friday night, like 🤷🏻

Ray: you’re not leaving me 2 it though are you?

Joe: of course not

Ray: swear

Joe: fuck shit cunt 

Joe: 🖕🖕🖕

Ray: 😏 k then

Ray: as it came right from your 🖤 I can tell

Joe: is right

Joe: you know I wouldn’t leave youse, ‘less that was gonna protect you but sticking together is usually the one 

Ray: it’s sticking together including the 2 of em that’s 💔

Joe: won’t be much longer, bet she’ll get in to a top school full of bute dickheads and he’ll be so 💔 about it he has to start his life of crime, like

Joe: swear that an’ all

Ray: she is a big enough swot & up herself to fit in with em even if they’re from [posh streets and their nicknames]

Joe: Shame I can’t get in [the local girl’s school that is posh] too

Ray: Grow your hair a bit longer & you probably could

Joe: 😏 ha

Ray: seen what some of the girls coming out the gates look like 😬 lip gloss & a going over with the straighteners you’d be pure prettier

Joe: Ahh, I get it

Joe: you wanna go there and 👀 at them mingers some more

Joe: should’ve said, or started swotting

Ray: Come on don’t you wanna do makeovers tonight?💅💋✨🎀

Joe: What else could I ask you to do at a totally normal sleepover, nothing to see here, yeah

Ray: can go for it naming the dare I ain’t 😱

Joe: maybe I will

Ray: I’ve got [whatever Joe’s fave sweet or snack is because obvs] for you to earn off us

Joe: you swiped ‘em and got away free, but I’ve gotta earn ‘em

Joe: windup, you are but alright then

Ray: read it back & work out how much I’ve done there vs you

Joe: oi, who do you reckons raiding the freezer for their tea 

Joe: call it teamwork

Ray: get Bea to & push her into it & maybe I will

Joe: sleeping with the fishfingers

Ray: Captain Birdseye would be made up to have her ☠️ 

Joe: he’s definitely sketchy

Ray: Fraze can spend his night trying to save her from another sly old fella he’ll be as made up himself & we’ll be left to it

Joe: like he wouldn’t do worse if he had half the chance 

Ray: yeah but shut it I don’t wanna 👂

Joe: scrub 🧠

Ray: all over bleach bath @ the 💭 is right

Joe: you’d disappear, already the palest blonde 

Ray: but I’d soon turn red from the scrubbing 

Ray: & if my freckles went I wouldn’t be devvo like

Joe: Anything to look less like him

Ray: Laura Hughes said I look like mum uses my face to clean the floor

Joe: hers looks like she’s used boot polish on it to change her race

Joe: you don’t need to be listening to girls like her

Ray: you can hear her from [street names really far away]

Joe: can hear her from my class

Joe: She’s jealous you don’t need to hide acne under layers of orange, that’s all

Ray: swear she started wearing a bra when she was about 8 

Ray: what’s in the taps on her street?

Joe: sure it’s not padding?

Ray: you gonna touch her up for us to check for khazi paper or her dad’s socks?

Joe: Not sure I can stand the disappointment, sis

Ray: it’d be the bullshit coming out her gob after youse were alone together getting repeated estatewide you’d properly hate

Ray: I can’t let you take that bullet for her kiddy namecalling

Joe: can keep my hands to myself then, that what you’re saying

Ray: she’ll be out of school ages before I am when some other lad don’t & she gets herself stuck with her own kid to raise instead of just her mum’s

Joe: circle of the council estate

Joe: you better fucking not

Ray: 🤮 lads who try it on’ll not be having kids with nobody ☠️ a decently aimed kick & they’re wrecked

Joe: 👏 right answer

Joe: only sounds as coached as it is

Ray: they can have the 1 smart 💡 without us needing to scrub 🧠

Joe: they’ve had enough shite ones to not make it 🤢 to admit

Ray: & lads are that scatty

Joe: not gonna fight you on it, everyone is

Ray: am I?

Joe: 🤔

Joe: nah, it’s different, we are

Ray: 👏 boss answer

Joe: barely coached, that

Joe: round of applause warranted

Ray: 👑 is gonna be going hard but I do feel different

Joe: get them to make you a tinfoil one, or share their plastic ones

Ray: 👸🏼✨☠️

Joe: Leave the 🕷💜🕸 decorating to them, 50/50 if you end up with actual bugs in your hair

Ray: 💡 to send em out with jars before it’s proper dark for Laura’s payback makeover 🐜🐛🐌🐞

Joe: 💡💡

Joe: any of ‘em got nits atm or

Ray: Ro’ll she’s the cleanest

Joe: ☣️ biological warfare ☣️

Ray: gave yourself a handful of [the fave bribe of sweet or snack] for it

Joe: if you wanna spread some on their pillows, I won’t tell

Ray: 😏

Ray: fun friday getting closer with each 💡

Joe: no mum and dad clearly means SO much alone time 🙄

Ray: Whatever warfare it takes to put a stop to it

Joe: you don’t reckon the threat of them legit killing him will do that

Ray: do you reckon there’s a big enough threat out there to put em off necking each other when they’ve got the real half a chance you brought up? 

Ray: he’s only scared he don’t know how & what she’d say to him then

Joe: try not to 💭

Joe: and hope the embarrassment when that does happen 💀💀 him

Ray: I 💭 about the 👃🩸 when their heads crash together

Ray: it happened to Mandy 3 doors down

Joe: okay have that one 💡

Joe: thought she looked a bit wonky

Ray: I’ve seen you 👀 @ her

Joe: when?

Ray: when you reckon you can get away with it

Joe: should’ve known I was living with sherlock here 👀

Joe: and I never was, not hard

Ray: now you know & over my ☠️ body are youse 2 gonna 💋

Ray: ☣️ hazard

Joe: I’ll only chin her myself if it’s really really boring, yeah

Ray: I’d giz you my left over bleach to gargle with if it was going off but it ain’t on my watch

Joe: protecting me from slags ain’t on the checklist but tah

Ray: dunno what one you’ve got 🧚🏼‍♀️✨ it’s on mine

Joe: okay, tink

Joe: pretty cute but I’ll keep it 😶 for your street cred

Ray: she’s not cute she’s 👿☠️

Joe: and 😈😍

Ray: nobody’s gonna 💭 I’m jealous of Mandy I’m not rem even if there’s a chance she is

Joe: scared it’s that obvious Ray: nah

Joe: you’re not jealous of Mand ‘cos you know you’re better company

Ray: yeah 0 competition from her

Joe: is 0 getting a bit carried away, like

Ray: you tell me

Joe: you give her a fair chance

Ray: how much do you wanna fancy her 😬⚠️

Joe: I’m just saying, probably all she is good for

Joe: why’d I wanna chat to her 

Ray: why would you 💋 her?

Joe: you’ll work it out yourself soon

Ray: shut it you 🤥 I won’t 

Joe: not with Mandy, nah

Joe: but some lad you reckon is properly fit

Ray: 😑 no such lad

Joe: I’m only messing

Joe: you ain’t old enough, or a slag like she is, you wouldn’t do that

Ray: I’d only get wrecked by it & why would I want that

Joe: you don’t

Joe: it’s different for lads

Ray: not by loads though you’ve still got a 🖤

Joe: do I?

Ray: don’t you?

Joe: dunno

Joe: Mandy ain’t gonna break it, either way

Ray: you do I’ve felt it

Joe: I’ll believe you

Ray: I’m dead trustworthy yeah you can ask [whatever the shopkeeper we’ve just robbed blind is called] 👼🏼

Joe: 😏 yeah you look it alright

Ray: I know

Ray: gonna take me far in life this face

Joe: as long as it ain’t 🏥⛓⛪️🏚

Joe: done my job

Ray: professional spoilsport like

Joe: something like that

Joe: call it an IOU

Ray: k Joe

Joe: what you k’ing at us for

Ray: no reason 😏

Joe: you started it 👶🏼

Ray: someone who’s losing it would say that

Joe: someone who’s gonna be stuck watching [a kid’s film of the era] would be acting this brave

Ray: if I am you are

Ray: already had you swear you’ll not leave me 2 it

Joe: plenty else in the house that’ll need doing

Ray: keep us company

Ray: you’ve done the sound thing & admitted it’s more class than Mandy’s

Joe: be a bit much to lock her in at this point

Joe: don’t need to let the whole street know how weird we are, do we

Ray: blood’s thicker than ☢️ spit

Joe: I don’t need to get headbutted to spill none for you

Ray: We just need a 🪒 or 🧷 if you’re gonna keep on being a spoilsport & Mr Overprotective

Joe: no one outside of this house is allowed to hurt you

Joe: even touch you or look at you funny

Joe: me and you can use whatever 🔪 feels the sharpest

Ray: I hate going outside

Joe: me too

Joe: let’s bunk monday too

Ray: yeah everyone looks at me funny @ school

Joe: you’re so pretty

Joe: they dunno what they’re on

Ray: you’re the only person who don’t reckon I’m pure ugly

Joe: everyone here is rem or they wouldn’t be stuck here

Joe: we’ll get class jobs then we can have a house with those blackout curtains and not leave until it’s dark and every twat in the [good neighbourhood we are aspiring to here] is asleep

Ray: What job do you wanna get?

Joe: music, ‘course

Joe: even if I write for other dickheads, that’d still be top

Ray: I don’t care long as I can do it from a dead boss laptop

Joe: massive telly that don’t take up the whole wall ‘cos the room is massive too

Ray: fuck off big seetees we can lie on cos we don’t have to share em with nobody

Joe: fridge with the ice dispensers and double doors

Ray: a properly posh bath like you watch in films

Joe: hot tub too

Ray: can play songs loud as we want cos we we’ll have decent walls and it won’t be a shite semi

Joe: [the best soundsystem of the time, idk, nerd out] 

Ray: !!

Joe: own rooms, for once

Ray: k but we’ve gorra have a connecting door

Joe: beds will be kingsize, you can come share, when you need to

Ray: it’s fucked we can’t now

Ray: their fault

Joe: yeah

Ray: but tonight we will

Joe: those 3 between us, can’t say there’s anything fucked about it

Ray: I don’t wanna stare at the ceiling waiting for mum & dad to come home

Joe: I can’t

Joe: the kids will fall asleep and we’ll keep each other busy, distracted

Ray: they could sleep through 💣💥 dunno how or remember when I was the same

Ray: my stomach’s already ⚓️

Joe: they’ve got us

Joe: we didn’t have nobody when they were gone

Ray: each other

Joe: always each other

Joe: they think we’re proper grown-ups though

Ray: Fraze & Bea think they can act it out

Ray: as if they’re married

Joe: for the kids benefit or theirs, right

Ray: I could be jealous of that

Ray: how it would feel to pretend

Joe: Not enough fake sisters to go around, typical him to not share

Ray: I can’t bail to my 💭 he can have it

Ray: what I imagine’s worse than what’s happening outside of my head

Joe: I could show you some of the things I do, that make it feel

Joe: I dunno if better but it’s better than doing nothing or pretending could be

Ray: show us

Ray: I’m going west with everything I try & do

Joe: you’ve gotta ignore how west it is, just know it works

Ray: if you say it will I know it’s gonna

Joe: Trust me, acting it is better than feeling it

Joe: anyway, no one is gonna see

Ray: you ain’t full of shite the way those 2 are 

Ray: course I trust what you’d tell me

Joe: You can start now, if you want, there’s one you can do walking back

Ray: What is it?

Joe: you have to find a house for every number of our phone number, and knock on the door as many times as the next number in the order, and you can’t go until they’re opening their door, when you do the last house, knock [however long your landline number is total] and run all the way back here

Ray: you’re gonna trust I’ve done it properly yeah?

Joe: There’s no point lying, I’ll do it if you don’t

Joe: but if you keep your bottle and stand, so will they, and if you don’t get caught by no pissed off neighbour, neither will they

Ray: I’m not scared or gonna lie

Joe: I trust you an’ all

Ray: 👀

Ray: it’ll be done exactly how you said to, swear

Joe: you’re gonna feel so much better, Ray, you won’t believe it

Ray: you’re a class brother I dunno what I’d do without you

Joe: you don’t need to find out

Joe: I’m not gonna ditch

Ray: I need you here you can’t be going off nowhere with nobody

Joe: never ever, no one is as important

Ray: proved your 🖤 is real & big enough to have me in

Joe: Ha, alright

Joe: I only wish it was dead most the time then

Ray: you’re not gonna when I help you feel better too

Joe: you promise

Ray: yeah

Ray: whatever it takes I’m not scared to do you know it

Joe: if you wanna do it, I’ll let you, only then

Ray: I wanna do as much for you as you are for me

Joe: there’s loads more

Joe: keeps your head full of blood pumping and chaos and there’s no room for nothing else

Ray: how am I gonna give you anything back as smart as that? 

Joe: easy, I’m getting to see it work for you, not doing it alone

Ray: neither me or you feeling on our tod from here on

Joe: Deal

Ray: meaning I can tell you things if they’re a bit west 2

Joe: everything

Ray: Deal

Joe: 🔓

Ray: What I do is nothing

Ray: I’m not allowed to eat none of the 🍭🍫🍩🧁🍪 or nothing else out the cupboards then I try not moving & talking as much as I can without wrecking the kids heads til mum & dad go work Monday like normal

Joe: I can see the logic and the appeal, not being the right word there… but how do you ignore your 🧠💭

Ray: I don’t 

Ray: I empty myself out so I’m full of 🧠💭 then they’re stuck in us instead of happening outside to mum & dad

Joe: It’s a good plan

Joe: my brain never wants to do nothing, I’m bad at it

Ray: the longer I last @ it the better the ✉️ drops have gone last time I didn’t eat til I was home for tea but when I gave up by morning break on [a date] remember how the spends came out short

Joe: We’ll swap, or try to

Joe: you can do what I do and I’ll try to do nothing

Ray: Don’t disappear already the skinniest

Joe: I forget to eat a lot anyway, that won’t be the hard part

Joe: it’s how loud it’ll get

Ray: I’ll be louder

Joe: 🔊👂🩸

Ray: k I’ll stop before there’s 🩸 or it’ll fuck up your music job

Joe: good point, won’t dig around in there with the ✂️

Ray: ✂️ away I can’t & won’t walk about looking like a Barbie Ali’s played with

Joe: Laura would definitely not let that go 📢

Joe: I think it’d look top

Ray: you wanna make me over with ✂️🧷🔪?

Joe: you rather felt tips and the ancient makeup of mums they thief

Ray: I’m thinking what you’d do if I let you

Joe: less of a Picasso than her but

Ray: get gripped if you go too far like

Joe: leave your eyes where they are on your head 🤞

Ray: Mand would probably notice 👀 if you moved em somewhere dead freaky 

Ray: go from Barbie to [friendly or not neighbourhood cat’s name because cats like to lie in some weird poses haha]

Joe: how much do you wanna fancy her 😬⚠️

Ray: 🙄🖕😑🖕

Joe: 😏

Ray: be Laura’s next jab maybe you should neck her instead

Joe: Won’t cheer her up, moody cow

Ray: I’d be made up if you headbutted her

Joe: can do that without swapping ☣️ flob

Ray: alright, I’ll wait & 👀 if you’re gonna for us

Joe: buzzing for when the lads ‘round her way bang me out for doing a girl in

Ray: they’re jokes those lads

Ray: but I’ll 🥊 her myself then

Joe: was serious, be a 🥳

Ray: I know & 💭 about it I’d be a divvy not to get in on the 🎊🥳🎉

Joe: can always give ‘em a reason to be 👀 at me

Ray: me 2

Joe: McKenna perks

Ray: & there’s the non scally 🎯 don’t forget

Joe: be the next goth kid to be kicked to death, like

Ray: you better not

Ray: what am I gonna do after you’ve been 👟🩸☠️? 

Joe: 😭😭😭

Ray: I’m serious you’ll be leaving me outnumbered

Ray: & their 3rd wheel 🤮🤮🤮

Joe: I’ll have to stop it from going too far then, can’t have that on my conscience 

Ray: no point bailing til I’m older & can afford [that street we were fantasising about]

Ray: have to ☠️ myself if you are

Joe: be back to barely getting by with the # of kids in this house

Ray: not my idea of fun to 👀 em as a 👻

Joe: Ghosts are shit, fair

Joe: who’s scared of a dead person who can’t move on

Ray: it’ll be shit haunting you if you’re not arsed

Ray: will have to make dead cert we’re both ☠️

Joe: sure you don’t wanna go out with him

Joe: well poetic 

Ray: shut it

Joe: third wheeling their ⚰️🪦

Joe: you had dibs first, technically

Ray: I don’t want dibs already had to live with him 

Ray: can fuck off he reckons I’m gonna ☠️ with him 2

Joe: me and you, then

Ray: 🛁🪒

Ray: cinematic tops poetic nobody reads

Joe: long as it looks like a scene out of a splatter film

Joe: can promise you that, easy

Ray: can’t have the only promise you’ve ever broke to me be the last one

Joe: I won’t

Joe: you’ll be in 17 pieces before I leave you alone with them

Ray: Why's it 17?

Joe: I counted

Joe: hands x2

Joe: arms and legs into 2 parts = 8 total

Joe: feet x2

Joe: torso you could break into hips, ribs and then shoulders = 3

Joe: skull and your spine =2, ta-da

Ray: what about teeth? 

Joe: isn’t it like 206 bones total, something like that

Joe: I dunno if teeth count but I’ll count when it gets to it, if you wanna get that specific

Ray: just saying you could take my jaw off if you’re breaking up other parts

Joe: no point keeping a trophy if I’ve gotta suck on the end of a rifle when I’m done

Ray: it’d be a shite trophy anyway I don’t get all my adult teeth til I’m 21 or something like that

Joe: they’re still in there

Joe: ain’t you seen a kid’s skull

Ray: no

Joe: I’ll show you when we do go back to school

Joe: it’s well creepy, they’re in the jaw behind the baby ones, waiting

Ray: that’s boss! 

Joe: librarian will defs wanna ring social if she sees 

Joe: you’re right though, it’s not what I’d wanna keep

Ray: come on then what would you

Joe: hair, unless I worked out a way to keep your skin from rotting

Ray: You can have some now I’ve got loads nobody’d even 👀 it gone

Joe: yeah? ✂️

Ray: I’ll do a properly small plait you can ✂️ when I leg it back

Joe: well nice, you are

Ray: you’ll feel much better & I swore I’d do whatever for it to happen

Joe: make me blush

Ray: a rush of 🩸 that’s all

Joe: s’not

Ray: but if you’d bleed for me it’s alright if you 😳

Joe: it doesn’t bother me, there’s nothing weird about it

Ray: exactly

Joe: I love you, you love me

Ray: 🖤🖤

Ray: I don’t need to count petals to know you do

Joe: not a head wrecker neither, not like other lads

Ray: I’d take a lit match to my hair before I cut it for any of em

Joe: thinking about that is almost bad enough to distract from thinking about the rest

Ray: they make me feel disgusting what they think about

Joe: they are disgusting

Ray: I hate it

Joe: I’ll make you forget you’ve heard any of it 

Ray: I pure love you 

Ray: so much

Joe: we’ll always love each other more than anyone else

Ray: everyone else is too different they can’t understand

Joe: everyone else makes me feel so mental

Ray: you’re not they’re 🧠☠️

Ray: 😴 through 💣💥🏠🔥

Joe: you 👀 it all too

Ray: yeah

Ray: I’ve pulled out my hair before cos it feels like my 🧠 is gonna 💥

Joe: I’ve done eyelashes 

Joe: hair’d be less obvious at this point though

Ray: getting gripped don’t happen however obvious though

Joe: true

Joe: just said I’d got conjunctivitis

Ray: I remember that 

Ray: how paranoid Fraze got he’d catch it

Joe: 🙄 he don’t get nothing

Ray: nah he don’t

Joe: like he’s still proper little

Ray: he’ll have his own kids & still be acting like a big one

Joe: I don’t wanna see that

Ray: we won’t have to

Ray: not gonna let him round ours & the spare key’ll be well hid nowhere he’d reckon on looking

Joe: no under the flowerpot bullshit

Ray: is right

Ray: & I’ll always be in we don’t really need 1 anyway 

Joe: I’ll hide you from everything and everyone, so safe

Ray: swear

Joe: on my life

Joe: no one will know where we live

Ray: soon as we’re old enough to go & not come back that’s what I wanna do 

Joe: we will

Joe: no hassle no thoughts you can’t escape

Ray: I dunno why I kept em to myself & didn’t tell you

Joe: talking about it is

Joe: some of it don’t even go into words, or your head says you’re not allowed to

Ray: my head’s scary when it lays down the law

Joe: I know

Ray: you know what to do I keep getting it wrong

Joe: sometimes

Joe: we can work it out together, the rest

Ray: I’m @ [whatever number of house is feasible by now in the timeframe like just so you know I’m doing it]

Joe: have you been scared

Ray: course not

Joe: you’re brave

Ray: McKenna perks

Joe: you know you’re the prettiest girl on the whole estate 

Ray: What about [whoever are considered to be the prettiest by general consensus cos there always are girls who are]?

Joe: much prettier

Joe: there’s nothing interesting about them

Ray: 😳

Joe: we’re even 

Ray: what about [whatever emo gals we hang out with here and therefore must think are vaguely interesting enough to do so] would you swerve em 2?

Joe: that depends

Joe: if I needed distracting, I’d neck on with them

Ray: you can’t

Joe: only if you ain’t about

Ray: I’d ☠️ watching that

Ray: [a slightly older girl we used to hang about with but now don’t because of her fancying Joe haha] fancies you 😒 it was her sly agenda for being in with us

Joe: have to really really change and become my enemy for me to make you watch that 

Joe: she the one with the streaks in her hair?

Ray: I knew you’d be able to pick her out the lineup

Joe: what she’s going for, look at me look at me

Ray: she’s well pretty

Joe: she wears a lot of eyeliner though

Ray: &? Don’t you reckon it looks smart?

Joe: it does

Joe: but being pretty with the right face on ain’t hard, not seen her without half her face covered in black, the other white 🤡

Ray: 😏 that’s fair like

Joe: and she was a shit mate so sod her

Ray: she wanted to giz us some streaks I said cheers but I’ve already got a twin could’ve been something to do with y she had such a cob on

Joe: she wanted a proper proper bezzie to have them sleepovers with

Ray: 🙄 never slept nowhere but home ain’t gonna start @ hers if I felt the urge 🙄 

Joe: me neither 🤞

Ray: don’t you dare

Joe: jokes 😏

Ray: punchline’s a gut punch 

Joe: not chancing it, any level

Ray: you’ll make me spew up on number [whatever it is]’s front step

Joe: having to do 9 knocks an’ all, not be happy with you

Ray: can 👂 a dog that’d eat it 🤞 maybe before I’m found out

Joe: free meal

Joe: feed begs like that, save loadsa spends

Ray: 💡 to keep us the prettiest on the estate & mum & dad safe

Joe: he would, known worse 🦊💩🐀

Ray: scatty old muppet

Joe: remember when he got into the sausages defrosting on the side

Ray: & the tinfoil off dad’s bbq 

Joe: shitting ⭐️s a well boss trick

Ray: he’s got a loads better 🔊👂🩸 bark than this dog @ number 9

Joe: got the hang of it now

Ray: 🖤

Joe: 🖤

Joe: they are walking him rn

Ray: Course they are

Joe: only jobs that get ‘em far away from mum, dad and the kids, obvs

Ray: jobs he can have a ciggy in his gob while he’s @ em 🙄

Joe: how else will you know he’s 💪

Ray: fitter to her through a cloud of smoke’s fair though

Joe: 😎 only

Ray: dunno where he’s put his glasses probably in the skip on [whatever a nearby road is called]

Joe: good thing they’re free, only wasting the governments money there

Ray: you’d reckon it was a fucking massive brace like [someone who unfortunately has one] 😭 he does

Ray: but yeah he’s properly grown & grock deffo not a big girl’s 👚

Joe: fancies himself that much he can’t hack it

Joe: no one else reckons he’s that potent, ‘cept Bea, like

Ray: what a 💔 to have

Joe: real tragedy

Ray: ideal for the film they 💭 they’re in 🤩

Joe: no great romances start here

Ray: do they even exist?

Joe: 🤔

Ray: gotta be a great big con like who do we know who’s in love

Joe: mum and dad?

Ray: 🤔

Ray: they wouldn’t shelve it in the 🥰❣️💕💒 section @ Blockbusters

Joe: neither of them is exactly Hugh or Julia, is why

Joe: dunno if we can call it not 🖤 though

Ray: yeah it must be 🖤

Joe: who wants 💐🍫🍾 anyway

Joe: he’d die for her

Ray: Bea 🙄 

Ray: you’re right though mum’d stay alive for dad even on days she don’t wanna

Joe: exactly, might be one of the only things they got right

Ray: they’ll be back safe if I do this right won’t they?

Joe: yeah

Joe: there’s more steps but you’re doing really good

Ray: What’s the next?

Joe: it depends where everyone is and what they wanna do, if you have any time alone or the kids are in your face

Joe: the list is endless

Ray: they’ll be stuffing 🍭🍫🍩🧁🍪 in their faces could drive a bus through the kitchen & they wouldn’t be arsed

Joe: alright, yeah, you can let Ro count and order the sweeties, she’ll do it proper

Ray: don’t need to 👀 her she never chiefs any

Joe: exactly, once the other 2 are back in too and mum and dad are out, I’ll show you how to check all the doors and windows proper

Joe: then you’re right, can go to the bathroom and do another one that makes your head full of 🩸 nowt else, ‘fore they’ll be arsed about a film

Ray: my heart’s racing & I’ve still gotta run back

Joe: s’as good as having your headphones blaring

Joe: you can take a break, if you need one

Ray: I don’t

Ray: I want everything to spin

Joe: good

Joe: so keep going

Ray: I’d be dead fast if I weren’t weighed down by the kids’ bribes

Joe: about sums them up

Ray: worth it for the peace it’ll earn me & you

Joe: be so much easier if we didn’t have to worry about them

Ray: what we get for mum & dad being pure in love

Ray: other people’s parents would’ve fallen out of it by 3

Joe: 🤢🤢

Joe: other people’s would’ve worked out how rubbers work

Ray: least Bea knows cos can’t trust Fraze not be that rem he’d chance it

Joe: the other girls he’ll have to worry about

Ray: you said none of them reckon he’s potent

Joe: some girls ain’t fussy, depends how much he still fancies himself in a few years

Ray: 🤢🤢

Joe: not if Bea has anything to do with it, you’re alright

Ray: she’ll go west

Joe: like you

Ray: we ain’t alike

Joe: not much

Ray: fuck you 🖕 not at all

Joe: Alright, alright

Ray: why do you reckon we are?

Ray: cept to 😤 us

Joe: how I said, you get jealous too, that’s it

Ray: I’m allowed to

Ray: you’re my brother she’s not his anything

Joe: not how she wants it

Ray: she knows it don’t work like that

Ray: getting what you want cos you want it

Joe: probably not

Ray: life’s only that fair if you’re a bute baby born in [the fanciest place they know]

Joe: I don’t care if we live there, I’d still not have no sprogs ever

Ray: You’d be a top dad wherever you lived

Joe: nah

Ray: yeah

Ray: they’d feel so safe & made up all the time

Joe: it’s too much, to make that happen all the time, why it don’t

Ray: if anyone could do it it’d be you

Joe: you want some, one day

Ray: I dunno it’s different when you’re the girl doing it

Ray: the kid has to be inside of us & then come out

Joe: scarier than any slasher, that

Ray: is a slasher if they have to cut it out

Joe: more like alien the other way

Ray: nobody tells you what to do if it comes out looking 👽

Ray: how long are you meant to wait & 👀🤞?

Joe: ask mam, Ali and Tommo were really weird looking

Ray: I don’t remember properly

Joe: really?

Ray: maybe they were so 👽 I’ve blocked it out

Joe: scarred you for life

Ray: there’s loads I should but don’t & have to pretend about

Joe: You was well little when Tommo was born anyway, most people look at pictures and fill in the blanks, I reckon

Ray: do you reckon I was weird looking 2?

Joe: you and him were blonde but less blonde

Joe: their hair was white like they’d seen 👻👻

Ray: I dunno where they got you from but I’m made up they did

Joe: not a box like mum, be suspicious if it weren’t her they popped out of

Joe: dunno where my hair came from, look more like Bea and Ro than any of you

Ray: they were mates mum & dad might’ve won you in a game of cards off em or something

Joe: might be onto something

Joe: ended up with the full set in the end

Ray: I think your hair is class

Joe: not like I’ve got a shit 80s perm, nah

Ray: we could have a go or tip the bleach on instead of downing it 😏

Joe: it’d go ranga then I’d be proper like their brother instead 

Joe: piss off with that 😂

Ray: come on it’d put off Mandy & [that emo girl we hate]

Joe: yeah, and what’s in it for me, like 😏

Ray: us not @ your throat about it

Joe: sounds like I don’t like it, put it like that

Ray: you’d like us as your proper proper bezzie more I reckon

Joe: have to 👀

Ray: I’ll show you

Joe: I’m glad you told me

Joe: and I could tell you, some of the 🧠💩

Ray: you don’t gotta hold back none now we’ve started

Ray: you know you can trust me with all your 🧠💩

Joe: You can trust me, anything

Ray: I’d pull out every eyelash to wish we could 🔒 the rest of em out tonight if it was any use

Ray: give you a fucking break 

Joe: you’re the only one who sees it, that it’s any fucking harder for me being oldest

Ray: they lean on you that hard I swear I can feel it in my own 🦴🦴

Joe: mum treats me like I’m more mature than dad

Ray: you probably are but that don’t mean it’s alright for her to

Ray: it ain’t it’s arl to put her bullshit on your shoulders

Joe: when I was younger, I didn’t mind, could tell it made her feel better so who cares

Joe: now, I dunno

Ray: you’ve had enough

Joe: one thing ranting to a kid you reckons got no clue, takes the piss if she still thinks that now though

Ray: she’s not thinking about you when she’s carrying on like that

Joe: if you are

Joe: then I’ll be good

Ray: I will

Ray: loads more even than I already do

Joe: how are you still so sweet, eh

Ray: clue’s in the name

Joe: it suits you

Ray: anything not to feel like she swapped 1 R daughter for another

Joe: do you think we’ll ever find her

Ray: if we did I wouldn’t know what to think

Joe: I don’t think she would either

Ray: maybe she’d understand our 🧠💩 2 but then you’d end up liking her more than us same as mum does

Joe: mum don’t know her, there’s nothing she can like or dislike, just her 💭

Ray: all I know is she wanted Fraze & she got me for a tag along & that wrecked her head

Ray: it don’t matter how long I’m here I can’t compete with someone who ain’t but she reckons should be 

Joe: you think she’d be better if it was only me, him and Tommo

Ray: don’t you? 

Joe: maybe

Joe: she was keen to crack on adding 2 more girls though so I don’t know

Ray: they’re different they make up for it a bit I don’t I’m adding to mum’s guilt not taking none away

Joe: I don’t think it’d make no odds to the girl, that you are and I’m a lad

Joe: she’ll either not care at all or be fuming at us all existing as a whole

Ray: I dunno how she’d not care they didn’t exactly hang about

Joe: yeah, but we dunno where she is, could easily be better than here without having to do much 

Ray: !! she could live on [their fantasy street] & be our neighbour & we’d have no clue

Joe: She’d be about 15 now, give it another year and she could go off and live anywhere she wants 

Ray: do you think she’ll come looking for mum?

Joe: no way to know, would you, if you were her

Ray: depends on the other one I got if she was pure boss there’s not much need

Joe: some people are curious, others would rather not know

Ray: Ali’d be off like a shot in her place

Joe: she’d try it now if she was

Ray: I feel like a divvy saying this cos she’s just a kid but she makes me feel rem she’s that sharp

Joe: nah, I get it

Joe: if she had been born in my spot, she might’ve actually sorted mum out, honestly

Ray: should’ve been me doing it

Joe: no

Joe: proper adults sort themselves ‘fore having any kids is how it is

Joe: you taking my spot wouldn’t make me feel better

Ray: I’ve let you down is how I feel

Joe: no more than I’ve let you down, all of you

Ray: if I was a better daughter she wouldn’t have had to keep on trying for Ali & all our lives’d be easier

Joe: shh, you’re not a bad daughter

Ray: I’ve gotta be nothing else makes sense

Joe: you haven’t done anything wrong, Ray, I promise

Ray: if it was true it would feel true & I wouldn’t feel wrong all the time

Joe: everything is wrong, the world is fucked, ‘specially ours

Ray: I don’t wanna be here

Joe: I know, me neither

Ray: I’ve fucked it I’m meant to be running & I’ve stopped

Joe: where are you, I could come find you

Ray: [wherever the hell this gal is]

Ray: it won’t work now nothing’s gonna work now

Joe: yes it will, you did all the doors

Ray: swear?

Joe: I swear

Joe: and I have backups, when I can’t do certain ones because everyone’s too in my face or the bathroom is hectic, it’s okay

Joe: just breathe and I’ll come get you

Ray: I’ll be okay if I sit til you’re here

Joe: find a patch of grass with no glass or dog shit if you can

Ray: 🧚🏼‍♀️✨

Joe: tall order round ‘ere, I know 😏

Joe: but you could lie and look at the sky, meant to make you feel better, cold dirt under you

Ray: deffo does

Ray: I’ll 👀 the ☁️☁️☁️ til I find one looking like [whatever childhood imaginary friend or fave toy Joe had whatever the vibe was there like I’ll say hi to your bestie lol remember them]

Joe: tah very much, been a while, gonna be right sulky

Ray: least I’ll be less sulky myself for 😢 if they’re 👿

Ray: sorted a decent excuse

Joe: I can handle your tantrums, if you wanna go back to that 

Ray: pull your hair & put the boot in for old time’s sake

Joe: have at it, girl

Ray: k then

Joe: in a bit 👌

Ray: I’m counting 

Joe: that excited to kick my head in?

Joe: sounds about right

Ray: can’t wait to work out if you can carry me further than all the 💪 scally lads & their bags full of cans

Joe: I’m well hard, you’re well scrawny, no probs

Ray: compliment yourself & diss us yeah? That’s what time it is

Joe: gotta get you in the fighting mood somehow

Ray: you wanna take us on that bad like

Joe: you scared now?

Ray: nah I’ll have you

Joe: 😆 more like it

Ray: aim to please & ☠️

Joe: don’t change

Joe: when you start getting older, don’t start only listening to top-40 and caring about getting off with chav lads in stolen cars

Ray: I’d turn the weapon on myself & be the one to ☠️ before I let any of that bullshit happen

Joe: I won’t mercy kill you just ‘cos you’ve gone 🧠💀 like everyone else

Ray: y not? if you pure 🖤 me you’d least try to save us from a fate worse than ☠️

Joe: wouldn’t pure love you if you were that much of a divvy

Joe: best stay as you are

Ray: on my life

Joe: good girl

Ray: don’t stop loving me

Ray: ever

Joe: never ever

Ray: good lad

Joe: cute

Ray: 👧🏼🌼🩰✨🍭

Joe: hey

Ray: 😏 jokes

Joe: nah, I just remembered something

Joe: you said you like my hair, do you want some too

Ray: yeah course I would

Joe: well you can have some then, I forgot to offer, be rude not to when you did

Ray: I’d have come @ you with the ✂️ anyway but it’s cute you offered

Joe: 😏

Joe: where are we gonna put it

Ray: I reckoned on putting it in my diary but then it’s stuck on a page

Ray: what if I want it without carrying the whole book about

Joe: what about something like… an old vaseline tin

Joe: or a tic-tac thing

Ray: you’re the sharpest person I know

Joe: thinking about it feels nice, my stomach isn’t in my throat 

Ray: making you feel better makes me feel better 2

Joe: can’t suddenly have a locket from nowhere, even if we could lift it dead easy for you

Joe: maybe your birthday though

Ray: you’re properly gonna make me cry

Joe: [you better show up boy, not have this girl crying in the streets, just laying yourself down beside her once you’ve checked the area several times like hey]

Ray: [just lie on him like hey cos what are boundaries or personal space]

Joe: [cup her face like you been crying or nah ‘cos we need to know]

Ray: [blatantly has even if we’re annoyed about the fact because a child of mcvickers should never, doing a little sniff like you gotta after you cry]

Joe: [using your sleeve to wipe her nose like a gross child would do because you do not care but wipe her eyes with your fingers at least ‘you’re alright, baby Ray’ being something you probably got called affectionately mockingly as a smaller child]

Ray: [letting him do that even though we are mortified because it’s him and we only trust you to see us like this, playfully and affectionately punching you over this nickname like we’re actually gonna brawl here]

Joe: [catching your fist and twisting your arm, lazily and gently, purely so you fight back not because we aim to win here because reckon it’ll make you feel better]

Ray: [just staring at him with our massive eyes through the curtain of hair that’s probably fallen over her face cos it’s lowkey so long and naturally straight always unlike the rest of these kids with their curls and whirls]

Joe: [now you’re just staring at each other like that’s not a thing, moving said hair out of said eyes ‘what happened to aim to kill?’ quietly]

Ray: [‘can kill with kindness too’ burying her face into his chest like that’s a normal thing for siblings to do, obvs listening to his heart while we’re there but hiding for a sec or two first]

Joe: [‘sorry’ when you mean that you can’t make it stop on command for the bit but it just sounds like you’re embarrassed by how fast it probably is rn]

Ray: [dragging his head into position to be able to listen to yours because it’s fast too from your little meltdown thinking that Tess does not love you and all your other exploits and worries like it’s okay listen we’re the same]

Joe: [when that does make you smile, which you can feel from the muscles moving in his face on your body if you can’t see it]

Ray: [smiling ourselves at that whether it’s felt or seen and also getting strands of his hair and pulling them gently and wrapping them round our fingers as best we can like we’re testing which bit we wanna cut off]

Joe: [when you can wrap hers ‘round your whole arm basically like lol ‘gonna need a fucking shoebox for this’ like you’re taking it all]

Ray: [shaking her head so much so all the hair tickles him like excuse me I don’t wanna be bald ‘dead subtle’ like 1. You carrying a shoebox everywhere and 2. Me having no hair left, doing the little braid that she said she would & looking at him like 😏 that’s your lot boy]

Joe: [just loling and watching her braid her hair and putting our index finger up and gesturing at our own like you get one curl, that’s it]

Ray: [watch her do and redo this plait several times because it must be super neat for him to have and also we must do it more than once for those ocd traits anyway]

Joe: [doing a bigger one the other side for the pisstake because you clearly know how with those 2 little sisters you’d all have to muck in with]

Ray: [oh the not at all casual intimacy of doing someone else’s hair, it’s FINE, taking whatever hair band we have that we’re not already using here and putting it on his wrist like you should also have this forever nbd]

Joe: [bringing it SO close to our face ‘cos we’re inspecting it for all the hair that gets wrapped around them and making 0 attempt to remove said hairs]

Ray: [so slowly and deliberately pulling it so it twangs against his wrist because that’s a good little coping mechanism and you can’t tell me she wouldn’t have used it]

Joe: [we all know that one baby, the way we don’t even flinch is gonna let you know we do, making eye contact again and plucking a few hairs out of her head ‘cos not trying to come at you with our totally unhinged behaviour rn]

Ray: [at least you can take the opportunity to show him your tiny hair pulling bald spot gal because it’d be so easily hideable obvs like I imagine behind her ear or somewhere like that and so we don’t ever have to but we wanna]

Joe: [touching said spot to feel the spiky regrowth because we’re just curious as hell, tickling her ear when we pull our hand away]

Ray: [loling and swatting at him cos I’m soz but only actual psychopaths aren’t ticklish it’s so weird when peeps aren’t, showing him on said ear when we’ve recovered enough to all the places we wanna get pierced when we’re older, going all in thinking you’re gonna have millions the way you do when you’re 10 like ‘I wanna get piercings all along here’ moving and demonstrating ‘and here’]

Joe: [pinching all the spots as she does ‘you’ll look so sick’ because we know your type Joseph ‘boys that try that hard look like knobheads, I’ll get my ear done though, just let the others closeup after I’ve put the hole in’ very much the energy]

Ray: [‘how many you reckon we could get away with before mum & dad notice?’ flicking her hair like thanks for hiding a multitude of sins, doing a face like soz you don’t have that luxury rn Joseph which we genuinely mean & isn’t a pisstake, are not elaborating if we mean literally all tonight or over time]

Joe: [shrugging so dismissively of your parents like the limit does not exist, which is not true, they just wouldn’t lose their mind over it ‘long as you keep it above the shoulders’]

Ray: [‘school then?’ cos yeah your parents are little rebhogs hence we’re more curious than we are worried about getting in trouble and likewise with school cos you clearly go to a shit one so they’re unlikely to care at all in our mind, sticking our tongue out and telling him that the oldest and coolest girl we hang with whatever she’s called has hers pierced like okay I’ll do that next too as if he means we can’t get piercings unless they’re in our ears or face haha no nips or belly button]

Joe: [conversely, they get really pedantic ‘cos I remember it was PLAIN STUDS ONLY like why is this the hill we’re dying on, same with no coats indoors and the ridiculousness they waste their time with instead of education, rolling our eyes thinking of as much ‘no hoops, no plugs, nothing boss’ but shrugging like can do it anyway ‘cos we don’t care about your silly rules, 😏 ‘she fancy me too?’]

Ray: [‘a tiny stud would look boss’ poking our nostril like here cos twas the grunge vibe and as if the school will be totally fine with that compromise, but the face like THUNDER and Tess style DEATH STARE when he says that because the levels we don’t want him to get with this gal we see as a legit threat cos genuinely think she’s as cool & hot as anyone is around here even though I’m sure she probably has an older sketchy bf anyways soz not soz Joseph]

Joe: [‘Xtina’ ‘cos she originated that look very much, I remember, with her dreads and dirrty lewk, soz we’re loling at your grumping ‘come on, she don’t anyway’ and miming a breaking heart as if we’re devastated here]

Ray: [actually brawling him in the way we didn’t earlier, too hard to be called a playfight cos siblings do be popping off like that so can and will]

Joe: [we know we just let you as is our energy, until you wanna stop]

Ray: [at least you’ll stop pretty quick cos he was only taking the piss we’re not livid and obvs don’t have loads of energy to be using beating you up sir even if it is your kink, just flopping down and lying on him again like we’re back at the start]

Joe: [just telling her about this girl’s older boyf and his cool boy energy because clearly the vibe, picking up some of this stolen stash and filling your pockets and whatnot so she’s less laden down]

Ray: [give him his faves so he can eat them before Tommy and Ali do if he wants cos stole them for him not those greedy pigs and we’re buzzing this gal has a bf so]

Joe: [shake your head ‘cos you said you wouldn’t eat so she could and gesture like go ahead]

Ray: [shaking her head too cos don’t wanna even though we could]

Joe: [finding out her favourites like no? And putting them in her jeans or whatever you are wearing pocket like for later then]

Ray: [I’ll have to pick her an actual fave cos we know Fraze’s are lemon sherbets but for now get up even if you make no moves to actually start walking back home yet]

Joe: [get up too, dust yourself off and stand next to her, holding her leg to yourself to line them up so you can start walking on the same foot and keep in step]

Ray: [start your walk back lads you gotta get home eventually so mcvickers can leave]

Joe: [gotta get these children set up in front of the telly with their bribes to behave]

Ray: [you’re welcome they’re all close af at this age and none of them are really clingy to you like a baby Grace situation but hence I was like we should vibe what y’all get up to cos you’ll get chance even though baze are gonna do sod all to help clearly]

Joe: [they’d be quite good at entertaining themselves but you have to keep an eye so they’re not rugrats-ing their way out into trouble lol because Ali is a ringleader honey; they’ve been fed, no one cares about homework and it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you didn’t bathe so it’s minimal what you have to do just the stress of the situation]

Ray: [just make sure they’re not being cheeky and getting into shit they shouldn’t, we see you Ali you tiny rebhog, you can probably cut your plait and his curl off cos that’ll only take a sec but you’ll have to wait it out til the sugar crash hits and you can put them to bed before you get to fully pop off]

Joe: [so what do you wanna vibe out miss]

Ray: [obvs we can do piercings like y’all said, is there anything else you wanna do from Joe’s coping mechanisms, cos we don’t wanna go too hard on day 1 blatantly but we’re also bonding here so]

Joe: [piercings is an easy way to do the self-harm without going in so that’s okay, we’re just doing all the holes, doing the locks and window checks and all that jazz, you’re clearly watching horror films and whatnot, awkwardly avoiding baze as per usual I’m sure, no eating]

Ray: [there’s no shortage of bad horror films to distract yourselves with no matter the era thankfully because we know damn well you’re not gonna be able to sleep ever, can snuggle though, perfectly normal sibling behaviour there yep]

Joe: [so normal, not at all gonna start getting weird real soon]

[katslittleshit]

We could stop by the market after practice one of these days, he causally suggests, pick up the ingredients and make ‘em if you wanted to. He thinks it might be a real fun way to spend an afternoon or evening with you. Then again, he can think of a lot of things he’d like to do with you.

It’s just a couple more minutes and he’s pulling into a parking spot near your building. You catch him hesitating getting out of the car and he awkwardly explains. Sorry, just, I kinda really like holding your hand and I gotta let go to get out so I just wanted an extra second. He knows it sounds cheesy but it’s the truth.

- 🏐

I’d like that… we could make anything honestly. Just let me know what you’re feeling!

I don’t mind sitting in the car for a bit with him, plus I think his confession is cute. It’s actually kinda nice just to sit here and enjoy each other’s company. It’s okay, I give his hand a little squeeze and smile when I look down at them interlaced with each other. I like holding your hand too.

#bokuto 🏐

[theunquenchablethirst]

Joyride (Jerome X Reader)

Smut, NSFW, 18+, porn without plot, honestly just hot, nasty filth 

Do not read unless you are a deviant!

Reader is walking home down a street she knows just like the back of her hand, but today there's an unfamiliar car parked up. Paying it no mind she continues past it, but soon discovers today is not going to be any regular day when a sinister voice calls to her from the mysterious car behind her.

Vaginal fingering, blowjobs, rough sex, semi-public sex, car sex, bondage, chocking, spanking, dom/sub undertones, dub-con, strong language, murder, kidnap

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Masterlist

I walked that street nearly every day, to and from Gotham High. I had for years. This would be my last year as I was 18 and about to graduate.

Everything seemed as normal as ever. The pretzel cart, the lady that walked her little dog, the kids playing jump rope. A fairly quiet street. I didn't know it then, but that day would be anything, but normal.

I was approaching the end of the street where I would cross the road. There was a car parked up I hadn't seen before. Big, black with tinted windows. I didn't pay it much attention and wasn't hesitant to carry on my walk past it. I reached the end of the street and stood waiting for the traffic to quiet so I could cross over, then behind me I heard the familiar sound of a car window winding down.

"Hey, princess." A sinister voice called.

I turned to look and peering out of the black car window was him. The most dangerous, most wanted man in Gotham city. Jerome Valeska.

I'd only seen him on the news and in papers before, but even then, he had scared me. He'd brought the city to its knees and left a trail of bodies and madness wherever he went. And now he was right in front of me.  

"Can I give you a ride?" He asked with his signature smile plastered on his scarred face, voice dripping with menace.

I froze still. I wanted to run as fast as I could, but his stare glued me to my spot.

"Come on, doll. I'll be nice."

I took a step back, weighing the risk of making a run for it. He sucked his teeth and looked down for something.

"I'd offer you candy, but uh..." He pulled a gun up to the window and pointed it at me.

"... Something tells me I won't need to." His smile somehow grew bigger as he locked his eyes on mine.

My heart was beating so loud I thought the whole city would be able to hear it. I had no choice. Knees weak, I nervously walked around to the passenger side door and opened it. I sat in the seat next to him, but pressed myself as close to the window as I could. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible, even if it was only by a few inches.  

"Ah, safety first. Seatbelt." He said dropping his smile and cocking his head.

Not caring weather or not he was joking, I pulled down the belt and buckled myself in. I did not want to make him angry. He grinned eerily and panic rose in my chest as his eyes burned holes in me.  

He reached a gloved hand out to my face. I flinched as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear and stroked his knuckles down my jaw line and neck. His hand moved lower still down my arm, only stopping when he got to my shaking hand. I was grasping my bag so tightly my knuckles had turned white. He tugged at it a few times wanting me to let go. I released the bag and he pulled it off my lap and into his.

"Let's see what we got here."

He started to rummage through my possessions pulling each one out, mostly dubbing them boring and dumping them out of the window.

"Pain killers, boring. Pencil case, extra boring. Ooh, Jolly Ranchers! Don't mind if I do!"

He popped a sweet in his mouth, threw the rest over his shoulder into the back seat and got back to snooping.

"Keys, boring. Oh! A diary! I'll save that for later! A can of mace...."

He paused then let out a loud cackle as he held the mace.

"Oh, princess! Bet you wish you'd switched this out for a gun right about now!" He continued to giggle as he dived a hand back in.

"Aha! Phone!" He dropped my bag back in my lap and opened up my flip phone.

"You won't be needing this." He smirked and snapped it, letting the two halves fall and disappear under the driver's seat. Dread began to settle in as it dawned upon me that I now had no way to call for help and my mace was lying in the street. Not that it would've been much use against him anyway.

"Ok! Let's get this party started!" His giggled as he turned the key in the ignition. He turned towards me and revved the engine.

"Vroom, vroom." He mocked.

I sat there clutching my bag, waiting for the car to start moving. He fiddled with the gear stick and then slammed his foot down on the pedal as if there was a deadly bug that needed to be squashed. The tyres screeched like they were taking a layer of tarmac with them and he took off like a boy racer.  

I let out a scream as the sudden, fast pace sent a shockwave right through me. I sent my hands searching for something, anything to hold on to. There was a turn coming up, but I noticed it too late and I was flung into the side of the door like a ragdoll. All the time the loudest noise in my ear was maniacal laughter coming from Jerome in driver's seat. He was driving like he stole it, but then again, it was entirely possible he did.

"More?" He looked at me with a mischievously.

I shook my head, breathlessly, praying to any god that was listening that he actually cared about my answer.

"I think more." He sharply turned into an empty car park and spun around and around and around. I was pressed right up against him as I clung to the bottom of my seat. He laughed and banged his hand on the wheel, continuing to spin us around.

"You stupid son of a bitch!" I screamed forgetting myself.  

"Oh, I love 'em with fire!" He laughed again.  

Then all of a sudden, he stopped. I jolted forwards like a crash dummy so hard I thought I would hit the windshield. He'd been right about the seatbelt. I stared straight ahead and tried to catch my breath, when I heard angry shouting. An employee of the restaurant that owned the car park was making his way over to us with a red face.

Jerome stuck his head out of the window.

"What's that, pal?"  

I heard more shouting.

"Ok." Jerome reached for the gun and shot the employee straight in the head. I gasped at the sound and he fell down like a sack of bricks.

"Problem solved." Jerome grinned and pocketed the gun.

I felt my stomach turn. I'd just seen a murder right in front of me. That poor man. Jerome started the car again and left the car park, where he'd left a dead body and certainly tyre tracks.

"Some fun, eh kid?" He smiled at me. I couldn't find any words to reply. He sighed.

"I hate awkward silences." He reached down and turned on the radio. He flicked through a few channels until he found one playing music he seemed to like. An old rock station.

"Now this is better!" He looked at me with a satisfied smile, but dropped it when I still didn't reply.

"How do I get you to talk? Do I gotta drop a quarter in ya?" He turned another corner onto a straight, quiet road.

"I know." He smirked with a menacing look in his eyes.  

He pushed the pedal down, once again picking up speed. He was driving like there was money on it, but I'd at least managed to brace myself this time. He slowed a little as he got in place to drive side by side with the only other car on the road. He chuckled darkly to himself and then I realized why. Fear took my senses when I saw in the not too far distance, heading straight at us was a giant truck. The driver in the car next to us began to honk the horn and flash obscene hand gestures as the truck grew closer, but Jerome simply turned the radio up and began singing along with the words.

"Jerome..." I said tugging at his arm.

Nothing. And the truck was now honking at us to move.  

"Jerome!"  

The truck was too close for comfort. The sense that I was about to be flattened because of the idiot at the wheel filled my body.

"Jerome, move the damn car!" I shook his arm fiercely and slammed my fists in my chair.

He finally burst out cackling maniacally with an outrageous smile.

He slammed down the pedal and pulled forward in front of the car beside us, missing the truck by a hair. He laughed and howled like it was the funniest thing he'd ever experienced, whilst I sighed the biggest sigh of my life and slid low down my seat. He pulled over and parked.

"Nothing like a little near-death experience to get the blood flowing, eh doll?"  

I had melted into my seat and wasn't really paying attention.

"So, how'd you like me so far?"

"Is that a serious question?" I replied breathlessly. I didn't know where I got the confidence for it, but the words were coming out.

He just giggled.

"Ok, how about I behave... For a while."

"How about you let me go?"

He lifted a long finger at me.

"Tut tut, doll face. Don't make me wiggle my finger at you."

I shuffled backwards in my seat, propping myself upright again.

"So, you know my name? Are you stalking me?" He put his hand on his chest in mock fear.

"Everyone in Gotham knows your name. You're Jerome Valeska. You've terrorised the city and murdered dozens of people. The Gotham Gazette makes sure we don't miss these things."  

"The Gotham Gazette, huh? Note to self, send a gift basket their way." He chuckled to himself then looked at me.

“So, what’s yours?”

I told him my name. I was reluctant, but I was already here in the car with him.

“Hm, cute.” He replied.

I didn’t know why, but him calling me cute made me blush a little. I hoped he didn’t notice.

“You look fun.” He smiled.

“What do you mean?” I asked the question, but I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know the answer.

He pulled my diary out of the door pocket.

“Let’s get to know you, shall we?”  

“That’s private.” I said sheepishly. I really didn’t want him reading what was in there, but I knew I couldn’t stop him.

“Not anymore.” Jerome flicked through the pages, skimming them for interesting thoughts and secrets. It didn’t look like he was finding anything juicy, until he stopped at one page and read it in its entirety.

“I got asked out by a guy in my maths class. He’s nice, but really boring. Just like everyone else in my life. Even if I wanted to go out with him, my dad wouldn’t allow it. He says men are the devil and the only one I can trust is him. Yeah right, Mr it’s 5’oclock somewhere. Even if I took that seriously, he doesn’t have anything to worry about. The only guys in my life are complete clichés. So very predictable, so very dull. I’m so bored of this same old-same old. I want something exciting, an adventure. I need some thrills in this beige goddamn existence!”

He repeated back to me the words I had written just a week prior. He turned to me with a predatory look in his eyes. He let the diary fall from his hands carelessly and I knew then that I would be his prey. He took his gloves off and reached a hand towards my knee. He stroked and squeezed my leg and then journeyed up higher, fingers crawling underneath the hem of my skirt.

“Be careful what you wish for, doll face.” He smirked, darkly.

My breath caught in my chest and I felt a warmth in my core.

"I thought you said you were gonna behave." I peeped.

"I did, didn't I? I guess I lied."  

He pulled my skirt up and ran a finger along my panty covered slit. He was turning me on. I wanted him. He was everything I had been looking for, but it was wrong. I couldn’t give in to this.

"Please... Stop..." I pleaded pathetically.

"Mmm, I don't think I will."  

He softly rubbed my folds through the white cotton. My breath got heavier and I felt the heath build.

"It would be so easy for me to push these little things out of the way and slide my fingers inside you, right now. Wouldn't it?"

"Please... Don't..."

He giggled darkly.

"Oh, princess. You're just too cute."  

He smiled as he moved the material to the side exposing my entrance. He slid his fingers up and down my slit, my juices covering the tips. I squirmed at his touch and tried to scooch back in my seat.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, doll, but you wouldn't be this wet if you didn't really want me inside you." He cooed. His words crashed into me like rocks. He could read my body just as well as my diary. I couldn't hide my desire from him and I didn’t want too.  

He continued to rub for a few more seconds before plunging a finger deep inside me. I let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion and he smirked, seemingly satisfied with my response. He worked me with his finger, pulling out before sliding it back in and deciding to add another. He slowly pulsed his fingers inside me, palming over my clit as he slid in and out, again and again. The swell of warmth in me grew as I rocked my hips.

He pulled his fingers out entirely, leaving me disappointed and empty. I looked at him as he examined the juices coating him. He smiled at me and raised them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

"Mmm. You're so sweet." He said as he lowered them, his voice now deeper and slightly raspy.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, then did mine. He pushed the bag off my lap down to where my feet were and reached his arm around my waist, pulling me backwards, closer to him. He leaned me against him as one hand travelled up from my waist and wrapped around my throat. His other came down, pulled up my skirt and parted my thighs. He pushed my panties to the side once again and introduced his other hand to my wetness. His two fingers sliding in and out, but this time a little faster and much deeper. I let a yelp escape my mouth and his hand squeezed harder around my throat. His hot breath in the crook of my neck gave me goosebumps and sent chills down my spine.  

He explored my walls entirely, hitting all the right spots, hot pleasure pulsing through my muscles as they clenched around his talented digits. He palmed my clit applying a gentle amount of pressure and rubbing in circles. I bit my lip in an attempt muffle my moans.

"Nuh uh. Let me hear you, baby girl." He taunted in my ear.

Two fingers from the hand around my throat pulled my mouth open and played with my tongue.  

"You got something to say, princess?" He pushed his fingers deeper into me until his knuckles stopped him from going any further and pumped them, his thumb circling my clit in sweet slow motions. A loud moan escaped my throat and he smiled evilly.

"That's better." He snarled as he put his full hand back around my throat.  

My legs started to stiffen and I felt my climax build as I tightened around his fingers.

"You wanna cum, baby?"  

He worked his fingers inside my walls and his thumb on my clit, slightly increasing the pressure. His breath came closer to my ear and I felt him take it gently in his teeth. I yelped at the shock of his bite.  

"Mm. So cute."

I rocked my hips against his hand. My release was close, it just needed a little push.

"Cum for me, princess. Cum on my fingers."

As if on his command, the dam burst and my climax washed over me. My legs shook and I moaned as I rode it out. He pulled his fingers out of me slid them in my mouth so I could taste my own juices.

“See, gorgeous. I can play nice.” He buried his face in my hair and took in my scent. He hummed to himself and I felt his grip on my throat tighten. He pulled me forwards and pushed me towards the back seat.

“My turn.” He grinned as he sat up.

I climbed into the back, closely followed by Jerome. I sat down and he straddled me, towering over me with his red hair brushing against the car ceiling. I saw the outline of his hard member pushing against the inside of his trousers. It was right in front of my face and my mouth watered for it. I suppose he caught me looking because he started to palm himself and lifted my chin up so I was looking at him.

“Do you have something sweet for me?” He leaned down closer to me, his grip on my face tightening.

I swallowed and felt the lump in my throat. He crashed his lips onto mine. The kiss was hard and forceful, just like he was. His tongue pushed into my mouth and fought for dominance over mine. It was an easy win for him. He tasted sweet, like the Jolly Ranchers. I assumed that wasn’t the first candy he’d eaten that day. He pulled away from me and smiled, studying my face with hooded eyes.

“Yummy.” He whispered.  

He rose back up and unbuckled his belt. He pulled it from out of its loops, held it in front of him and snapped it quickly. I flinched at the loud sound of the leather.

“Hands.” He ordered in a serious, intimidating tone that aroused me all the more.

I held my hands up to him and he looped the belt in and around my wrists, tightly bonding them together.

“No hands for this. I wanna see how that pretty little mouth works.” He smirked lifting my chin again, tugging my bottom lip with his thumb.

He palmed himself a little more and then unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall around his knees. I could see through his boxers that he was fully erect already. He slid them down and they joined his trousers. Jerome was big. I was worried I wasn’t going to be able to take it all, especially without the use of my hands. He balled my hair in his hand and gripped hard. I gasped at the sudden pain.

“Come on, princess. You know what to do.” He pulled me forwards and plunged into my open mouth. He let out a hiss of pleasure.

He raked his free hand through my loose hair before clenching it in his fist. He used his grip on my head to move me up and down his shaft, prompting me to start. I swirled my tongue around him and started sucking. He hissed again through gritted teeth and pushed in further. My tongue climbed up and down his shaft, licking the sticky coating of precum from him and teasing the head. I hollowed my cheeks and bobbed up and down, letting my saliva cover him.

“Oh, yeah... Fuck, pretty girl.” He groaned in his throat and bucked his hips forwards with force.

He hit the back of my throat and I gagged. The noise seemed to please him so he did it again and again and again. My lips touched his base as he assaulted my throat, gripping tighter on my hair with each thrust. I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face and eyes begging for breath, but it just pushed him further.

He let out a primal growl and pushed my head right into the back of the seat. He held me steady and started to thrust into my face fast and hard. My throat was aching and my jaw was locking. His breath was shallow and erratic. I could tell he was close. I sucked harder for him and my throat clenched tightly.  

“Fuuuuck...” He groaned finally coming to a stop.  

I felt him throb and twitch in my mouth as his climax shot straight down my throat for me to swallow. He was still for a few seconds, then he pulled out with a pleasing pop. He looked down at me catching his breath with a smile.

“Don’t have to tell you twice, huh?” He laughed and lowered his head to kiss me.

He didn’t seem to care he’d just cum in my mouth and kissed just as rough as the first time. This time biting my lip as he pulled away. He slid his hand back up into my hair and balled it again.

“As great as that was princess, I’m still harder than Chinese algebra. So...” Jerome climbed off my lap and shoved me down onto my front.

“All fours.” He commanded.

I positioned myself on my knees and elbows, which was difficult considering my wrists were tied. I felt him roll my skirt up and part my legs. I swallowed. After having him go so rough on my mouth, I was nervous about how he was going to be with this.

“I gotta say, this is some view back here. Shame I don’t have a camera.” He said caressing my thighs.

He hooked his fingers under the band of my underwear and slid them down around my knees. I felt so exposed and my face started to heat up and turn red with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I was allowing myself to be this vulnerable for a criminal lunatic.

He started to rub my entrance with two fingers. Warmth welling in my core, any thoughts of reservation vanished from my mind. I felt a fast, harsh sting as he brought a hand down to spank me. I gasped at the smack and he stroked the spot where it landed, where there was sure to be a red handprint.  

“Now I really wish I had a camera.” He giggled darkly.  

I squirmed at his touch and tried to close my thighs, desperate for friction, but he kept them spread by sliding his knee between them.

“Oh no, gorgeous. I need you open wide.” He smirked.

I whimpered needily, wanting nothing more than to take him inside me.

“You want something, baby girl? Speak up.” He taunted evilly, sliding his fingers along my slit. He raised his hand back up and then... another spank.

All I could do was whimper. I didn’t want to say what I wanted from him.

“I can’t hear you....” He sing-songed. “What do you want?”  

He circled a finger over my clit teasingly. He was purposefully not giving me enough. Just baiting me. He brought his hand down again for another swift spank. I was sure there was a bruise forming.

“I want you...” I whispered.

“What’s that?” He mocked, sliding his fingers in the slickness of my entrance.

“I want you! I want you to fuck me!” I snapped. I couldn’t take the teasing and taunting any longer. I just needed him.

He chuckled menacingly.

“You want me to fuck you? You wanna take me?”

“Yes! Yes! God, yes!”

He laughed at my neediness. I felt pathetic.

“Sure thing, doll.”

He lined himself up so he could enter me and pushed forwards, grasping hard onto my hips. I moaned loudly as he filled me for the first time, making a low, throaty groan. He reached deep into me and set me on fire in places that I didn't even know were there.  

He kept a quick rough pace, digging his fingertips into my flesh tighter to keep me still and steady. I knew he was leaving marks, but I couldn’t have cared in the slightest in that moment. His thrusts made me whine and whimper for him, to have more of him. He growled like he was letting out some kind of inner beast.

He let go of one of my hips and slid his hand up my back and into my hair. Once he had a good fistful, he pulled it like a leash, tugging my head up and back. I gasped at the sharp pain, but the sound only seemed to feed more into his sadistic wanting and he pounded harder into me. The feel of how deep he was inside me banished all the pain and replaced it with pure pleasure and I bit down hard on my lip to stifle wanton cries. I felt another rough tug on my hair.

“Don’t you dare, little girl. Let me hear it. I wanna hear everything.” He demanded through short, quick breaths.

He pulled back on my hair again and I released a squeal of half pain and half pure elation. I could feel myself tightening around him. I was getting ready to burst.

“I... I’m...I’m gonna...” I panted.

“Oh, no you fucking don’t.”  

He gripped the back of my scalp and pulled me backwards, slamming me down onto my back and climbing on top of me.

“I wanna see it this time.”

He had acted so fast, I barely had time to register what he was doing and he was back inside me almost as soon as he had pulled out.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck, sucking and kissing, his teeth leaving delicious hickeys and bitemarks. When he came back up for breath, he wrapped his hand around my throat and pushed my bonded arms above my head, which I was grateful for as they were getting squashed between us. He crashed his lips onto mine for a rough kiss. His tongue demanded entrance to my mouth, which I gladly allowed.

With his other hand he caressed and stroked his hand down my thigh and under my calf. He then pulled it up and pushed it back so far it almost reached my shoulder. He adjusted himself to straddle my lower thigh and picked up a faster, harder pace. With my leg like this he was able to plunge deeper. He was forceful and powerful and I relished in every thrust. I cried out completely taken by my lust for him, closing my eyes to savour it all. I felt the sting of a slap on my cheek and flashed them back open.

“Right here, princess. Eyes right here.” He said, his voice low and raspy.  

His pupils were completely dilated, leaving only the thinnest ring of green around them. He seemed to be an apex predator that was in the midst of ravaging its prey and I was only too willing to be led to the slaughter.  

“Exciting enough for ya, sweetheart?” He smirked with a fiendish giggle.

“Uh huh...” I nodded dazedly.  

His laugh continued through the onslaught of fierce, deep thrusts pounding intensely into my lower regions. I tensed around his pulsing erection as I felt my climax creep back up on me. I let out loud erotic moans, as he built up more and more of that blissful warmth in my core.

“That’s right. Cum for me.” He grunted through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on my throat.

His pounding got faster and rougher, hitting my sweet spots exactly right. I was right on the edge of what I could tell was going to be a fantastic release. I got louder and louder as I came closer and teetered the brink.

“Yeah.. I... I’m.. Yeah... I’m gonna...”

“Go on, princess. Cum. Cum for me.”  

My orgasm shattered through me like a rock through glass. My body convulsed as my moans turned into lustful screams. The ferocity of it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The sheer ecstasy took me higher than I’d ever been before. I was on a cloud and I could have stayed there forever. Jerome followed shortly after, growling like a beast as he exploded inside me. He collapsed breathlessly on top of me as I gently floated down from that little piece of heaven.  

“Oh, baby girl. I’m keeping you!” Jerome dropped a kiss on my lips and lifted himself up.  

I came to my senses and started to register the severity of what I had done. Or had it happened to me?  

“What does that mean?” I asked, nervous of his answer.  

He pulled up his underwear and trousers and tidied himself up, even taking time to straighten his tie.

“It means, baby doll, that this is gonna be the start of a beautiful friendship.”  

He laughed his signature maniacal cackle and hopped back in the driver's seat.

“Hey! Are you gonna untie me?” I called to him starting to get very worried.

“I don’t know, doll. I kinda like you like that.” He laughed.

He turned the key in the ignition and revved the engine.  

“Hold on, doll!” He cackled again, before speeding off again.

What have I gotten myself into?

#Gotham #Jerome Valeska #Jerome X Reader #horrible nasty smut #Gotham smut #Jerome Smut #Valeska smut #quite lemony #jerome x reader smut #jerome valeska smut #jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska x reader smut #gotham smut

[skyemisc]

Ruggie Bucchi Birthday SSR Story Translation

I’m sorry about poor image quality 😭 I don’t have his card but wanted to TL so they’re just kinda screenshots from YouTube 😅

Update: I got better images 🙌

NRC Newspaper interview Birthday interview feature

~Ruggie Edition~

Part 1:

Option: Happy birthday

Ruggie: Thanks! Hehehe, birthdays are just the best.

Ruggie: Actually, I’ve given a bunch of birthday presents to others.

Ruggie: Of course, I wanted to help celebrate my dear friends’ birthdays…

Ruggie: …Sike, no it’s so they pay me back on my own birthday!

Ruggie: ‘Cause they’re from well off families, the presents I get are plentiful and top-notch.

Ruggie: Last year my hands were full of gifts. Lookin’ forward for this year’s too~!

Screen: Please share any memories with your family around your birthday.

Ruggie: My family? My mom joined the stars in the sky shortly after I was born…

Ruggie: My dad left claiming he’d be away for work but never came back since. Got now idea where he’s at now…

Ruggie: But if we talking memories, I spent a lot of time with my grandma.

Ruggie: At home, those days food was hard to come by, so we couldn’t buy any fancy cakes.

Ruggie: Instead, I looked forward to the donuts grandma would make me every year.

Ruggie: Crunchy on the outside, fluffy on the inside! They were simple but I’d just wolf ‘em down.

Ruggie: I earned some extra income from a part-time job, and I was able to buy some decent ingredients. We’d pour melted chocolate over them, add some almonds on top just to give them a slight rich flavor.

Ruggie: I buy cake now but, but on my birthday, I feel an itch to eat some donuts.

Screen: She must be a wonderful grandma.

Ruggie: Hehehe. Right? She’s a nice, but stubborn, prideful grandma.

--

Part 2:

Screen: What sort of foods do you like?

Ruggie: Like I was talking about earlier, my favorite are donuts!

Ruggie: Though, I’ll gladly eat unspoiled meat off the bone and the bone itself.

Ruggie: …What? Did you think I was joking?

Ruggie: We hyenas have strong jaws, so we can chew through not just meat, but thick bones too.

Ruggie: If you don’t believe me, treat me to some meat on a bone. I’ll gobble the bone and whole right before your eyes!

Screen: Is there anything you value greatly?

Ruggie: MONEY!

Screen: Is there anything else besides that?

Ruggie: Huh? If there’s something else…? Probably my warthog piggy bank.

Ruggie: When I was young, some rich family tossed it out and it ended up in my hands.

Ruggie: Thinking I could sell it, I brought them to a secondhand store, but they couldn’t decide on a price, so I ended up keeping it.

Ruggie: Whenever you put a coin into its open mouth, it’d make a happy noise and start playing a fun tune.

Ruggie: it was just as happy about saving up money… So, I just got more attached to it.

Ruggie: On top of that, I heard there’s a meerkat one from the same series. I’d like to get my hands on it some day and sit it next to it.

--

Part 3

Screen: Please tell me what kind of impression your dorm leader gives.

Ruggie: Huh? About Leona-san? Hmm…

Ruggie: He’s only lived with other servants, so he seems pretty used to using others.

Ruggie: He works people too hard but there’s benefits in it for me too, so it’s worth working for him.

Screen: What sort of benefits?

Ruggie: First are the financial aspects. Leona-san often gives me stuff he doesn’t need anymore… It honestly is so handy!

Ruggie: I’ll get some useful things. If I think anyone else might need it, I’ll sell—er, give it to them.

Ruggie: Second are the academic aspects. In exchange for labor, he’ll help me with schoolwork I’m stuck on.

Ruggie: Before enrolling into Night Raven College, I only had the most basic of knowledge…

Ruggie: I wasn’t sure how this so-called “studying” worked, so in the beginning my grades were pretty bad.

Ruggie: But, thanks to Leona giving me reference books, past exam questions, and advice, my grades are now below average!

Ruggie: Awesome, right? It’s hard starting from the very bottom to reach average grades~

Ruggie: Goes to show it’s important to keep powerful people in arm’s reach. Gotta snatch up whatever might be useful whenever you can.

Screen: How do you spend your time during long breaks?

Ruggie: Hmmm…. Besides going home, I get sucked into part-time work. There’s a lot of jobs that’ll let you live on site and provide meals.

Ruggie: Like working on staff at a resort in the summer or working as a ski instructor in the winter.

Ruggie: There’s all kinds of customers and staff and it’s fun meeting new people.

Ruggie: I can now do simple greetings and price haggling in over 10 different languages.

Ruggie: If I ever meet some famous magician by chance, it’d come in handy for making connections!

Screen: Thank you for letting me listen to your stories.

Screen: Once again, happy birthday.

--

#twst #twisted wonderland #translation #ruggie #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi birthday #birthday translate #Ruggie bucchi ssr #HE'S A PRECIOUS BOY #PLEASE LOVE HIM

[drakenology]

Bully!Dabi laughing and making fun about a school girl big tiddies😳 it's as if the buttons on your uniform blouse are going to explode at any moment, and Dabi love make you feel bad about it

 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

“baby, can you meet me tonight in detention?” 

MDNI

tw: non-con (yeah ik crazy right? i’m taking that out of my rules so feel free to request now.) , bullying, third year aged, mean!dabi, creep!dabi?, boobjob, cumplay, degradation, raw sex and public sex

A/N: hi hiii, this is a lovely request that I literally started writing as soon as I got it. Thank you nonnie for sending this in and as always enjoy!

You tried to keep them hidden whenever you saw him walking through the halls with his asshole entourage. But oversized sweaters, hoodies and cardigans never did the trick. Dabi always ended up seeing them, practically bursting through your school blouse after an administrator would yell at you to get into proper uniform. He was ruthless, grabbing your shirt and popping it open by the buttons to expose your large breasts. He’d laugh at you as you go to cover yourself up with the remnants of your blouse, poking and prodding at the exposed skin of your breasts. He’d pinch your cheeks as you become flustered, smirking and leaning in close to you.

“What? They were gonna come out anyways. Stupid tits were practically opening your shirt for you. Thought I’d give ‘em a hand.” He mocked, squeezing your breasts as he pinned you to a nearby locker. You snatch away from him and run away to the bathroom to fix your blouse, tears stinging in your eyes from the embarrassment of it all. The rest of your day was full of shame as everyone stared at your ripped blouse, administration granting you detention for violating dress code for the second time today. 

At the end of the day, you stay behind in class, watching as everyone chats their way out the classroom doors to return home for the evening. All the other students who were to stay for detention come trudging inside; Dabi included to your displeasure. You shuffle in your seat out of discomfort, pulling your sweater down further and holding it in between stern fists as if it were to fly up at any second to reveal your breasts to the whole class. Dabi winks at you after sitting directly across from you, softly mooing at you to insinuate that you were a cow. 

“I see they made you cover up those udders, fat tits. What were you thinking walking around with your tits hanging out? This is a school you know.” He says to you at a low tone of voice, talking not allowed in detention. You try and ignore him, scribbling on your notebook as you try and concentrate on your homework. Dabi sits slouched in his seat, writing something on a piece of paper and balling it up to throw it at your head. You glare over at him, the paper ball falling onto your desk in front of you. You open it and see that it’s a note. 

“Meet me on the roof, fat tits.” it read, hand-writing just as childish as he is. You roll your eyes and crumple up the note, standing to go to throw it in the trash. Dabi smirks, sitting up in his seat to raise his hand. 

“Yo, teach. I gotta piss. Can I use the bathroom?” He asks, chuckling to himself when the administrator grants him another two weeks detention for his foul language. 

“Ask correctly or ‘piss’ on yourself, Mr. Todoroki.” He spits, returning to his book. Dabi sighs, rolling his eyes before caving in. 

“Fine. May I please use the restroom, sir?” He asks once more, sarcasm dripping from his tone. He stands once he has permission, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll be waiting, utters." He taunts, poking your chest before walking out of the room. You sit for a while, stirring in confusion. Do you go outside to see what he wants or do you stay seated and let him wait for nothing. You sigh and raise your hand, politely asking to use the restroom too. The administrator, uninterested at this point waves you away and returns to his book. You shuffle out of the room and walk upstairs to the roof of the school where Dabi stood by the metal fences barricading the ledge.

"Ah. So nice of you to meet with me, fat tits." Dabi smirks, pulling you up to him by the arm. You groan, shuddering at his touch in disgust.

"What do you want, Touya?" You ask, folding your arms over your chest unconsciously; a defense mechanism you've picked up dealing with him over the years.

"Haven't you heard the saying? A guy who picks on you also has a crush on you." Dabi hints, pulling your arms away from your chest, lifting your sweater up to expose your pretty bra. You shriek, trying to cover yourself up again only for your hands to be pinned above your head against the wall. 

“So your excuse for treating me like shit is because you’ve got some sick crush on me?” You spat, yet unable to be completely furious as his lips meet yours in a hot and sticky kiss you can’t seem to shake. His tongue slips into your mouth to travel around inside, pulling away with a single string of spit as you pant. You hated him but, fuck, why did he have to be such a good kisser?

“You’ve always been my favorite little toy. Wanna know why?” He asks, leaning in to kiss and lick the skin of your neck. You stifle a moan, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he’s turning you on. 

“Why?” You choke, cheeks burning as his cold hands travel up the sides of your frame.

“These.” He answers, his hands pulling your breasts out of the cups of your bra, hissing at the sight of your pretty nipples. He takes one in his mouth, smirking against your skin when you start to moan helplessly. Your thighs press together as your panties start to soak with slick, Dabi noticing his effect on you quickly. 

“P-Please stop..” You whisper desperately, looking into Dabi’s crystal blue eyes with a mixture of lust and uncertainty. He grins, knowing deep down you want him too, whether you said it words or not. His hands travel up your thighs and between your legs, forcing them open to prod his fingers at the growing wet spot on your panties. 

“Heh.. I don’t think you want me to stop, do you? God, look how sloppy you are already.” He retorts, yanking your panties down and hiking up your skirt to further expose you. He reaches down to unbutton and unzip his own pants to let his length spring free, your eyes locking onto his bright red head as it leaked with pre-cum. 

“Help me out with this, will ya, doll?” He asks, hands caressing your face as you lead you onto the concrete ground. As you sat on your knees, your hands wiping away a stray tear that streams down your cheek. You pull out your breasts a bit further, taking Dabi’s cock in between them and stroking it slowly beneath your cleavage. Dabi sighs out, his head handing back as he ruts his hips upward to match your pace. 

“Fuck, just like that. If only you could see how slutty you look.” Dabi groans, voice slightly hoarse as you get him off with your breasts. You groan when you feel his cock start to throb against your skin, half of you disgusted and the rest of you turned on beyond belief as you watch him writhe in pleasure from the very breasts he teased and made fun of so harshly. 

“Fuck, stand up.” Dabi demands, practically yanking you up on your feet by your arm and pinning you against the metal fence behind you.  Not caring enough to prep you before, he pushes himself inside your weeping pussy; starting his thrusts at a brutal pace. You cry out, your moans echoing through the vast space of the empty roof of the school. Dabi’s hand comes up to cover your mouth as his hips moved faster, wet slapping causing him to groan.

“Ya like that, huh slut? Like being stuffed full at school don’t you?” Dabi asks, expecting an answer out of you after he uncovers your drooling and mewling mouth,“You’re mine. Say it. Tell me you’re mine.” 

“”M yours, Touya!” You gasp, feeling the delicious head of his cock brush against your favorite spot with reckless abandon as it blurs your reasoning. You feel your slick spill down your thighs as he ruts into you from behind, his balls slapping up against your swollen clit only adding to the sinful pleasure you were feeling. You almost can’t believe you’re being fucked by your bully on the roof as your hands cling to the metal barb-wired fence you were pinned against, feeling Dabi’s hands reach up and grab your breasts from behind to pull you back onto his cock with fervor. Animalistic growls leave his lips as he pinches and teases your nipples, huffing obscenities into your ear. 

“That’s right you fucking whore, take my cock like a good little slut.” He growls as he uses your pussy like he owns you, his cock throbbing inside you as he threatens to cum inside you, “Gonna make you mine forever, yeah? Sound good, slut?” You shake your head no, your body language telling a different tale as you feel your legs get so weak you can hardly stand on your own as Dabi holds you up by your neck. 

His hand squeezes around your throat as he cums thick inside you, your gooey cunt fluttering around his cock as you follow shortly behind him. You pant and sob as you come down from your high, Dabi continuing to use your pussy until every drop of his cum is deep inside you; even going the extra mile to scoop up whatever remnants of his cum that leaked from you with his fingers and shoving them into your mouth with a satisfied groan. 

“Now, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Dabi smirks, taking your panties from the ground and handing them to you with a smug look in his eye. You take them and slide them up over your legs and put them back on with a sniffle, ashamed of what you’ve done with him yet strangely satisfied as your cunt still clenches and throbs around nothing after the fact. Confusion stirs within your mind, your thighs trembling as you sat on the bench and watched Dabi walk down the stairs once more. 

After you wait for Dabi to walk back downstairs to the detention room, you follow behind shortly after, folding your legs as you feel Dabi’s cum start to spill out and onto your panties. He smirks over at you, leaning back into his seat as he passes another note to you. 

“Let’s do that again tomorrow, fat tits. You’re fun ;)”

#dabi smut #bnha smut #.royal requests 👑📜 #bakugo smut #bnha izuku smut #bnha todoroki smut #bnha kirishima smut #bnha shinsou

[house-of-kolchek]

Surprise Attack

Jason Kolchek x Reader

Hello! Back again with another Jason drabble based on this ask! This idea was so much fun to write!

I hope you like it :)

Word Count: 1.2k

MASTERLIST

=============================================================

To say the past three months had been difficult was an understatement. With every passing day, you missed Jason more and more. But, this is what you signed up for, you’d tell yourself.

Dating a marine was pretty much a full time job. Their work was highly classified, and more often than not, you’d wake up with Jason in the middle of the night, his hands shaking as you held him close, reassuring him that it was just a nightmare. But you couldn’t really reassure him of that. You had no idea what happened when he was deployed. He was trained to kill, taught where every weak point on the body was. 

But the absolute worst part of it all were the times he was sent away. For weeks, months at a time, you would sit next to the phone, waiting to hear either his voice, or the voice of someone else bringing the worst news you could imagine. The bed felt cold at night, and you clung to his pillow simply because it smelled like him.

Still, you wouldn’t change it all for the world. All the pain and heartache was worth it when he gave you that dimpled smile. Whether the two of you were out on a date, or simply couch surfing late into the evening, Jason made it a night to remember. He was your person, and you were his.

You fiddled with the ring on your finger - the man had the audacity to wait until the night before his deployment to drop on one knee. It was a simple ring, but one that held all his love and meaning in a single diamond. You couldn’t help but smile, twisting the telephone cord around your fingers. 

“I can hear you thinking,” Jason’s voice crackled in your ear. You hummed.

“Just missing you love. When did they say you’ll be back?”

“Another week. Then I’m all yours.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he offered you that silent promise. You were a mix of emotions. On one hand, it was only seven days until you would be wrapped in his arms once again. On the other, each day itself felt like seven years. Sensing your hesitation, he brought up a distraction. “What are you doing tonight? Goin’ out?”

“Actually, I am. Nick and Joey are meeting me for dinner tonight.” You smiled. “It’ll be nice to see them again.” 

“I bet, I could go for a beer with the guys right about now,” he chuckled. You heard a distant beeping and then a few voices rang out. Jason spoke, his voice muffled, his hand must have been over the receiver. “Hey sweetheart, I gotta run now. I’ll make sure to call you soon, kay?”

“Oh, okay Love,” you said, making an effort to keep the disappointment out of your voice. You must have done a bad job as he chuckled.

“Have fun at dinner. Make sure you flaunt that ring on your finger to all the guys out there. Let ‘em know you’re off the menu,” he said, only half joking. You giggled, rolling your eyes with a smile.

“You know I will. Be safe. I love you.”

“More than life.”

And with that, the line went dead. You sighed, placing the phone down with a small smile. You took your time getting ready, Taking extra care to style your hair, and trying on a few different outfits. It was the first time you’d been out in a few weeks - you didn’t want to look like you’d spent the entire time wallowing.

Forty-five minutes later, your doorbell went off. Grabbing your coat, you opened the door, greeting Nick and Joey each with a hug. They were all smiles, saying hello before ushering you out of the house, and to Joey’s car. 

“(Name), it’s so good to see you again,” Joey said as he helped you into the car. Such a gentleman. Nick piled into the back, echoing Joeys statement.

“I know! It’s been too long.” You smiled, leaning back into your seat as your little group headed to the restaurant. The car ride was filled with idle chit chat, with the radio playing faintly in the background. You could feel yourself relaxing more with each passing mile.

--

You laughed at a stupid joke Nick made, taking a generous sip from your wine glass. Food had come and gone, but the three of you remained, chatting as if you hadn’t seen eachother in years. You’d discussed Joey’s new “behind the desk” position, and Nick’s new relationship with a CIA operative, all fancy stuff.

“How’s everyone doing here? Any interest in dessert?” Your server asked, picking up a few empty plates.

“Please,” you replied with a smile, glancing at the menu. “Surprise me.” The boys chuckled at your excitement for sweets, nonetheless both ordering something for themselves. As your server left the table, you noticed Nick’s eyes darting around the room, before finally resting on something. His lips twitched upwards into a smile, which promptly disappeared as you went to turn in your seat.

“Hey (Name)! Did I ever tell you about that time I punched my commanding officer?” Nick blurted, his voice rushed. You turned back to face him. Who wouldn’t after hearing that rollercoaster of a statement.

“Wait, you what?” Before Nick could continue though, something covered your eyes. 

“Guess who?” You’d recognize that Southern drawl anywhere. You practically flew out of your seat and into Jason’s arms. You could hear the other two men chuckling, but couldn’t care less because it was him and he was here and you were in his arms again. “Hey sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, tightening his arms around you.

“But you- you said you were gonna be another week! You were calling me from the base and everythin-” You were cut off as Jason pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was short but passionate. He pulled away, brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

“Babe, I was calling you from the airport. My flight landed three hours ago.” He laughed as your face brightened in realization, before turning to greet the boys. They all embraced in bro hugs, before Jason’s hand latched right back to yours.

“So Nicky,” he started as you all sat back down. His hand never left yours, his thumb rubbing circles in your skin and his fingers fiddling with your ring. “I believe you had a story about punching your CO? Do tell.”

----

You flicked the light on in the foyer as Jason closed and locked your front door behind you. You had spent another hour and a half at the restaurant, giving him the opportunity to catch up with his friends. Toeing your shoes off, you turned to face the marine, getting comfortable with his arms around your waist.

“You absolute motherfucker you. You really got me tonight.” Jason laughed at your colourful statement.

“It’s one of my many talents,” he chuckled, before pulling you into a kiss.

This one lasted much longer than the one at the restaurant, allowing the two of you to pour every emotion from the last three months into it. Jason’s hand wandered from your waist, up your back and into your hair. Your own hands traced around his neck and shoulders, just embracing the fact that he was real and back with you. As you finally broke away from eachother, you reached up to ruffle his hair.

“You feeling movies or bed?” you asked. The man pinched your hips in response, wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed, allowing him to pick you up and start making your way to the bedroom.

“Bed it is then.”

#house of ashes #house of ashes x reader #jason kolchek #jason kolchek x reader