#v*gas is so creepy......

[rebubblingishti]

i forgot i was supposed to be reading bnha

[sematarygirls]

      FUGITIVE!RAFE x MOTELWORKER!READER

WARNINGS .ᐟ fem!reader, unprotected p in v, choking, exhibitionism if you squint, murder, reader hates the cops, fucking a wanted criminal on a desk pretty much, seedy motel, passing mention of prostitution, drugs, and other illegal activities

NOTES .ᐟ when you're in an idgaf war and your opponent is motelworker!reader... my girl has seen shit, okay.

Sweat glistened on your exposed skin, a fitted top and pair of shorts barely covering your figure as you sat in the front office of your dad's motel. The heat was unbearable, and the humidity practically suffocating, causing your hair to stick to your forehead and your clothes to uncomfortably cling to you.

Leaning back in the office chair with your bare feet propped up on the desk—a fresh layer of nail polish drying on your toes—and a magazine in your hands, you sighed loudly, flipping to the next page. A bored expression was seemingly permanently etched into your features, purely disinterested in anything. Someone could come in and rob you with a gun to your head, and you'd barely blink.

The small square television in the corner was playing some sitcom at a low volume, the sounds of a couple fucking in a room a few doors down drowning out whatever stupid, corny jokes were being told under an ear piercing laugh track

The little motel, named Paradise Inn like this was some sort of really bad porno, was out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. The nearest building was a gas station a mile or so up the road, and the sheriff's department which was about five miles in the opposite direction.

The secluded nature meant that you were always encountering the oddest people. You were sure half of them were serial killers and the other half prostitutes, if you had to guess, but you didn't actually care. Whatever the reason they came in to pay for a dirt cheap hotel room with no questions asked was their own business, and you genuinely couldn't care less.

The little bell above the door chimed, indicating that someone had entered, but you didn't even look up from your magazine, your eyes scanning some Hollywood drama about people you'd never even heard of. Footsteps thudded on the dirty linoleum floor, stopping right in front of you. When you still didn't look up, the man cleared his throat impatiently, clearly irritated and not in the mood for games.

"I'll be right with you," you hummed with disinterest, despite the fact that you were clearly not doing anything even remotely important. You just liked fucking with people, and you didn't like these kinds of people thinking they could walk over you, especially the occasional creepy old fucks that you encountered.

Rafe's jaw clenched at your blatant dismissal of him, the room falling silent—save for the TV and lewd acts echoing off the walls—for a moment as he fidgeted impatiently. "Customer service here is real nice," he said sarcastically, planting his palms on the desk and leaning forward.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, closing the magazine and tossing it onto the desk before settling back in the chair and looking him over. He was hotter than the usual patrons that frequented this establishment, his biceps glittering as the thin sheen of sweat on his skin caught the light.

"You want a room or not?" You asked, eyes boring into his sharp blue ones. He clearly thought his intimidating presence alone was enough to get you to bend to his every whim, but you'd dealt with guys like him, and worse, since you were like five years old. The whole macho routine was not new to you, and frankly, you were tired of it.

"Obviously," he said, his tone clipped with annoyance. "What the fuck else would I be here for? Your lovely personality?" His gaze raked over you, taking in the sight of your glistening skin, the thin fabric of your shirt that left little to the imagination—he was pretty sure you werent even wearing a bra underneath, and your bare legs on the desk, crossed at the ankle.

"How charming," you deadpanned, his attitude not phasing you in the slightest as you leaned back and retrieved a key dangling from one of the hooks behind you. "You paying by the hour or..." Your gaze flickered back to him, the question lingering in the air. He didn't look like the type that needed to pay for sex, but maybe his delightful personality drove most women away.

"By the night," he replied curtly, looking like he wanted to say something else but decided against it. He dug into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a wad of cash. He peeled off some bills and tossed them onto the desk haphazardly. "Keep the change."

"Whatever, dude," you shrugged, pulling your legs off the desk to sit up properly and grab his money. In the process, something on the TV caught your eye, a breaking news report about a cop killer that was spotted a few towns over.

Rafe followed your gaze, his jaw clenching as he saw his picture flashed onto the screen. His mind started to run through every possible option. He couldn't let you call the cops and report him, but did he really want another body under his belt.

"Huh," you said, your brows furrowing as you looked between him and the man in front of you. "That guy kinda looks like you," you hummed before shrugging, brushing it off without a care in the world. You didn't care whether he killed a cop or the president. As long as he ran off to his room and left you alone, you wouldn't have a problem. "Anyway, here's your key," you tossed it onto the desk, getting up to put the money in the safe.

His brows furrowed, expression guarded as he glared at your figure. Were you playing dumb until he left, so you could call the cops, or were you genuinely an idiot? He watched you bend down, his gaze immediately falling to the way your shorts pulled up and revealed the underside of your ass to him—a fact you were either unaware of or indifferent to.

You punched in the code and put the money inside before closing it. You were surprised, and a little annoyed, to see him still standing there when you stood back up and turned around. "Did you need something else?" You asked, your tone indicating that you were clearly uninterested in helping him with anything else he may need.

He hesitated, staring intently at you for a long pause, as if he was trying to read you. Ultimately, he decided you were more trouble than you were worth, so he just turned on his heels and walked away without giving you an answer.

"I hate this fucking job," you muttered under your breath, plopping back down in the office chair and grabbing your magazine while you attempted to get comfortable for another five long hours until your dad came back and took over.

It wasn't but an hour later that the bell above the door chimed again, making you audibly groan. Could you not have a moment of peace? You look up from your spot, rolling your eyes when the sheriff walked in with his hoity toity, high and mighty attitude.

"Sheriff," you greeted flatly, watching him approach the desk with his thumbs hooked in his belt. He looked like an idiot.

He said your name in a low drawl, the two of you having become quite familiar. It was quite often that you ran into the sheriff and his deputies, considering the kind of no questions asked establishment your father was running here. "You seen the news lately?"

"Does it look like I watch the news?" You asked, your gaze unwavering and your voice dripping with apathy. Obviously, you had seen the news, but you weren't about to give a cop what he wanted, especially not when that cop was Sheriff Swanson—the biggest pain in your ass since your father.

Sheriff Swanson's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching. He didn't like your attitude, he never had, but he knew better than to push his luck with you because you sat around all day, bored out of your mind. He knew you'd jump at the chance to pick a fight with anyone, especially him. Instead, he pulled out a photo from his pocket and slapped it down on the desk. "Recognize this guy?"

You hummed, glancing down at the photo briefly. It was the same guy from the news that was now residing in room 212. "Nah, never seen that man before in my life," you shrugged, completely disinterested. You weren't a snitch, and besides, your dad would have a conniption if he found out you went talking to the cops about one of the customers because it would 'ruin your reputation' as if the reputation of this place wasn't in the shitter already.

He searched your face, trying to detect any hint of a lie, but your expression was utterly blank, bored even. With a frustrated sigh, he snatched the photo back. "You sure about that? 'Cause I got a tip that he checked in not too long ago."

You laughed mockingly. "And you believe anything anyone here says? They'd frame their mamas for a packet of smokes and crumpled dollar bill," you scoffed, wondering who would have possibly called the cops. Half the people here were engaging in illegal activities, risking a police raid was a stupid fucking move.

"Well, if he does show up, you call me. Understand?" Sheriff Swanson ordered, stabbing a finger at you. He was clearly annoyed. Most of the people in this town bent to his will like he walked on water or something but not you or your dad. You two were considered outsiders because of your nonchalant attitude and seedy business dealings.

"Oh, so I'm doing your job for you now, Swanson?" You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "You want me to put on a little shiny gold star and citizen's arrest him?" That stupid fucking gold badge really pissed you off for some reason. What did he think this was? An old western film? It was time to retire the glorified cowboy hat and supervillain mustache. It wasn't cool ten years ago when he became sheriff, and it's not cool now.

"I'm not asking, I'm telling," he growled, his voice low and threatening. "This ain't no joke. That man's dangerous."

"Oh my gosh, a bad guy... whatever will I do?" You deadpanned, kicking your feet back up and grabbing your magazine, already bored with the conversation. You were hoping he would tire of your oh-so-witty and charming banter and just leave, so you could go back to dying of heat stroke and boredom without his grating voice in your ear.

"I swear to god, girl," he growled, slamming his hands down on the desk to scare you, but you didn't even flinch. You just turned the page of your magazine calmly. "You're as infuriating as your old man." He glared at you, clearly wanting to reach across the desk and throttle you.

"Unless you got a warrant, you can go," you said impassively, your eyes scanning the fashion page and debating whether you could pull that skirt off or not, clearly expecting the sheriff to see himself out.

Sheriff Swanson clenched his fists, glaring at you for a long moment. It infuriated him how dismissive you always were, but there was nothing he could do about it since freedom of speech meant you weren't technically breaking the law. "This ain't over," he spat before turning on his heel and stalking out, the bell chiming angrily as he shoved the door open.

"Uh huh," you hummed as he slammed the door behind him aggressively. "Men," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. You hoped that no one else would bother you, but you could only be so lucky. Unfortunately, you seemed to be very popular today, and the heat was making you bitchier than usual—not that you were that much less bitchy on a normal day.

Not fifteen minutes later, the man from the news walked back into the office, and you were sure that you were going to be on the news next if people didn't stop waltzing in here and demanding your attention. It wasn't like you were doing anything that particularly interested you. You just hated drama, and that was all the people of this town ever seemed to bring here.

"Whatever you want, I don't have it," you said the moment the door flung open. Your father told you to work the desk, so that's what you intended to do. Catering to the sleazy whims of all the customers that came in was not your job description.

"Why didn't you rat me out to the cops?" He asked, cutting right to this chase, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made you shift a little in your seat. He ignored your attitude, and seemingly, the remarks you made earlier, now just curious.

You shrugged nonchalantly, placing the magazine down for what seemed to be the millionth time in the span of an hour. "Because I couldn't care less about you or whatever you did."

"You should," he said menacingly, crossing his arms over his chest and stepping forward, clearly trying to scare you. Your eyes caught the movement of his biceps flexing before flicking back up to his face.

"Oh, please, spare me," you rolled your eyes, not the least bit intimidated by him.

"I killed someone," he tried to get you to see the gravity of the situation. He didn't like that you weren't afraid, that you didn't seem to care at all. "And you're sitting here acting like this is a fucking game?"

"I killed a man once," you said sincerely, watching his brows shoot up in surprise. "Nah, I'm just fucking with you," you snorted, cracking a smile for the first time since he'd met you, not that he'd known you all that long.

"Funny," he replied dryly, taking another step closer. His tall frame loomed over you, and you had to crane your neck to look up at him.

"Whatever," you breathed out, clearly finding yourself hilarious, even if he didn't. "Listen, I'm not gonna tell Sheriff Shithead or anyone else that you're here," you reassured him, still having hope that maybe he would fuck off and leave you alone. "Now, go find someone else to bother," you waved him off, standing from your seat and walking over to the vending machine in the corner.

You were unbelievably hot, the sweat coating your skin making you uncomfortable and sticky, which wasn't helping. You also couldn't deny that your temperature had gone up significantly when the man—whose name was Rafe, if you recalled correctly from the news report—walked in. Just because you didn't want anything to do with the trouble Rafe clearly left in his wake, didn't mean you were blind.

"You're not gonna ask why I killed her?" He asked curiously, following you over to the vending machine. If a murderer had shown up on his doorstep, he'd be a little more inclined to ask what happened. He watched you intently as you pressed the button for a cold soda, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. He had to admit, you were hot as hell, even if you were insufferably annoying.

"How many times do I have to say 'I don't care' before people really start to get the message?" You huffed, stepping back and waiting for the soda to fall, but it never did. "Goddamn machine," you cursed, balling your hand into a fist and hitting the front of the machine hard. Almost instantly, the clanging of aluminum on metal rung out. "Aha," you rejoiced triumphantly, bending down to grab the can from the tray.

He watched as you grabbed the soda, then watched as you brought it to your lips and tilted your head back. His eyes dropped to your exposed neck, admiring the long column of your throat as you swallowed. This whole murderer thing had really taken its toll, and he hadn't got any in what felt like weeks, which felt like an eternity for someone like Rafe who loved sex.

You pulled the can away, looking over at him with furrowed brows as your tongue darted out to lick your lips. "You're really just gonna loom over me like a fucking weirdo while I work?" You asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"I'd hardly call sitting around and reading magazines all day 'working'," he scoffed, crossing his arms again. It's like he wanted to draw attention to his biceps, and damn, it was working.

"Fine, you really gonna loom over me like a fucking weirdo while I don't work?" You corrected, mirroring his actions and crossing your arms, the can dangling from your fingertips as you shot him a look.

"I'm not looming," he said defensively, taking a step back as if to prove that he wasn't. "I'm just standing here, talking to you. Why, is it bothering you?" He smirked mischievously, enjoying the way you rolled your eyes. You seemed to do that a lot, ever exasperated by every word that left everyone else's mouths.

"Yes, actually, it is," you said flatly, sitting on the edge of the desk and setting the half-consumed soda beside you. You stared at him, your annoyance evident in your gaze as you once again, crossed your arms. If he was gonna taunt you with his biceps and smart ass comments, you were gonna taunt him with your tits. Two could definitely play it that game.

His eyes immediately dropped to your chest, his gaze lingering on the way your arms pressed your boobs together, accentuating them. Your lack of a bra definitely wasn't helping, your nipples straining against the thin fabric. Damn, he loved a good pair of tits, and even through your shirt, he could tell you definitely had some of the best he'd ever seen.

"My eyes are up here, Rafe," you snapped, drawing his attention back to your face. He was a bit taken aback by you saying his name, seeing as he hadn't provided it to you, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't sound fucking hot coming from those pretty lips of yours.

"I know where your eyes are," he smirked, not looking the least bit ashamed as his gaze slowly dragged back up to your face, pausing at your lips before meeting your eyes.

"Perving on the girl who can send you to a federal penitentiary with one phone call isn't a wise move," you tsked, planting your palms on the desk behind you and leaning back casually, eyeing him. You didn't mind his eyes on you. In fact, you kind of liked it, but you liked being a pain in the ass more.

"And what're you gonna do, hmm?" He asked, taking a step forward, closing the distance between the two of you. He could practically feel the heat radiating from your body as he loomed over you. "Turn me in?" He scoffed, his smirk never wavering.

"You seemed pretty worried about it earlier," you pointed out, tilting your head to look up at him with a confident grin. You had a no getting involved rule, but you were quite literally hot and bothered right now, so maybe you could make an exception just this once.

"Well, that was before you made it clear that you 'don't care' as you so enthusiastically put it" he said, his voice dropping to a lower octave as he reached out, his fingertips trailing along your collarbone. "You're not gonna tell on me, are you, sweetheart?" He asked mockingly, knowing full well that you wouldn't, especially not after what he was about to do to you.

"Maybe I will," you said lowly, looking up at him with a challenging glint in your eye. "What are you gonna do about it, huh?"

He leaned down, his breath ghosting over your lips as he spoke. "I'm gonna shut you up," he said, his hand reaching up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your eyes widen. You looked up at him, still no trace of fear in your eyes as your lips parted at the feeling.

He leaned in, his mouth crashing against yours in a rough, needy kiss, his hand tightening slightly around your throat. He kissed you like he was starving, like he'd been deprived of oxygen, and he needed you more than he needed his next breath.

His other hand gripped your thigh tightly, pulling you to the edge of the desk, so he could press himself against you. You moaned into the kiss, the feeling of his tongue in your mouth and him manhandling you enough to make your head spin.

He swallowed your moan, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of your mouth. The hand on your thigh slid upwards, his rough fingertips digging into your soft flesh. He was so hard it almost hurt, his cock straining against the denim as he ground against you.

"You should lock the door," you mumbled into his mouth, a little annoyed that his hair was buzzed, so you could run your fingers through it.

"Who cares?" He growled back, his teeth sinking into your neck as his hand slid up higher, brushing the hem of your little shorts. "You're letting a wanted fugitive fuck you. I'd be willing to bet you like the risk."

You let out a breathy moan, your head tilting to the side to allow him better access as your nails raked gently along his scalp. "Asshole," you muttered, not appreciating his rude, but accurate, assessment of you.

"Mhm," he hummed against your neck, his hand sliding higher to hook into the waistband of your shorts. "You like that, though, don't you?" You didn't reply, instead, shifting to help him slide off your shorts and underwear. You weren't really interested in small talk right now.

He groaned at your eagerness, his hand leaving you momentarily to quickly undo his belt and free himself from the confines of his jeans. If you didn't want to waste time with foreplay, he sure as hell wasn't going to fight you on that. After all, he was kind of on borrowed time. He didn't know how long it would be before the cops came back here looking for him.

He grabbed your thighs again, roughly spreading your legs apart and positioning himself between them. With one swift motion, he buried his hard length inside you, a loud groan escaping you as he felt your walls stretch to accommodate the intrusion. You let out a sound between a gasp and a moan, your hand gripping his big bicep for purchase as he thrust into you at a dizzying pace.

He set a brutal rhythm, pounding into you with no care for gentleness. He was too far gone, too desperate for the feeling of being inside you. His hand came up to wrap around your throat again, using it as leverage as he drove his hips forward, causing a needy whine to force it's way past your lips. The burn from him stretching your tight walls coupled with the pleasure of him fucking and choking you had you practically on cloud nine.

"Shit, look at you. This sweet little pussy was made for my dick," he groaned, seeing the look of pure ecstacy on your face as your walls seemed to pull him in with each thrust.

His own face was scrunched up in concentration, his jaw clenched as he fought to hold back. He wanted this to last. He wanted to brand himself into your memory so you'd think of him every time you sat in this office, every time you laid down to sleep, every time you touched yourself in the shower. He wanted you to remember how you let a murderer defile you.

You were a mess of moans and whines as his tip repeatedly hit your g-spot, knocking the breath from your lungs with each thrust. Sure, you'd been fucked before, but never like this, never with a guy that could probably put you in a headlock and choke you out—and you'd probably like it. He was good, and he knew it.

He smirked arrogantly, his hand around your throat tightening slightly. "I'm gonna fill this needy little pussy so full, gonna make you remember that you're a dirty fucking girl for letting me do this to you," he said lowly, his words holding a vaguely threatening edge, but you didn't care. They only served to turn you on more, pushing you closer to your peak as his thumb slid down to play with your sensitive clit.

He could tell you were close, your breath hitching every time he bottomed out inside of you. He groaned as his movements grew jerky, his own finish nearing. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel this greedy cunt squeeze my cock."

"Shit, Rafe," you moaned, your nails digging painfully into his bicep as your walls clamped down around him, your release washing over you. The feeling of your walls bearing down around him triggered his own orgasm, hitting him like a freight train. His vision practically blurred as he emptied himself deep inside of you, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He held you in place, his hand around your throat, as he rode out his climax, painting your insides with his cum.

"Fuck," you panted, your head tilting back and eyes fluttering closed as you caught your breath. Maybe this job had a certain... charm. Though, it was only just now occurring to you that you let this man cum inside you, and he didn't even know your name.

He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, his softening cock twitching with the aftershocks. Then, with a grunt, he pulled out and tucked himself away without another word, not that you expected much from a guy who was so eager to give you a quick fuck on a desk where anyone could have found you.

You hopped off the desk, retrieving your underwear and shorts to slip them back on, trying to ignore the feeling of his cum seeping out of you. You definitely needed a long shower and maybe a moment of silent reflection after what you just did.

He watched you dress with a critical eye, his gaze lingering on your body, as if committing it to memory. "Guess I should be going before the cops decide to come knocking again," he said casually, as if he hadn't just fucked you senseless.

"Guess so," you said, your seemingly apathetic attitude returning as you crossed your arms and regarded him with that same uninterested look that you'd given him when he first walked in here. You knew what you were getting into. You weren't an idiot. He was still on the run from the cops, and you were still just a motel worker in bumfuck nowhere.

He gave you a nod, his expression unreadable as he turned and strode to the door. He paused with his hand on the knob, glancing back at you over his shoulder. "You didn't tell me your name," he commented, his voice low. He wasn't sure why he cared. The chances of seeing you again were abysmal, but he was curious.

"No, I didn't," you said flatly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, threatening to betray your nonchalant demeanor.

He studied your face for a moment, trying to decide if he should press the issue or just leave. Something about you, about this moment felt... important. He couldn't quite place the odd but distinctive feeling, but still, he found himself saying, "Next time you see me, I expect you to tell me your name."

You raised an eyebrow at his presumptuous words. You hardly expected to see him again, given the whole fugitive thing, but you decided to humor him. "If I see you again, I will."

He nodded, seeming to accept your response, before turning and leaving without another word, the door shutting a little harsher than he intended behind him. As he walked to the car he'd stolen to keep the cops off his ass, he couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter, this girl, meant something more than just a quick fuck in the office of a seedy motel.

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[freesomebodybyluna]

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[my-own-walker]

requesting kit with younger reader, where he picks her up from college and takes her for a milkshake but then they have sex in his car and after he has to drop her down the street because her parents don’t approve of him

Oh! You Pretty Things

note: this is cuteeeeee. thanks for the spicy kit request. i was getting bored of writing inside-the-asylum kit hehe

warnings: sm*t, p in v, oral m receiving, teasing, cursing, kinda overstim, not really tho

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The second hand moved so slowly on the clock, I thought it might be broken. Class always went slower when I knew I’d be seeing Kit afterward. Thursdays were our day.

My parents didn’t know. They hated the idea of me being distracted from my studies by some silly boy. I was, in fact, sticking my neck out by going to college as a woman, so I had to succeed. But, the new decade called for liberation for us women. I was proving a point by being able to date and do well in school.

I digress. I met Kit after my father's car got a flat. He showed up in his tow truck to save the day.

'Scummy, those mechanics,' my father quipped as we drove away.

I walked to the gas station Kit said he worked at the next day, set on getting him to ask me on a date.

We'd been secretly meeting up for dates ever since. He'd come to pick me up after my last class of the day every Thursday and take me out somewhere. I could, at times, sneak away to see Kit on other days of the week, but Thursdays were a set date. My mother and father had no idea. They thought I would stay late to study.

In my daydreaming daze, I almost didn't notice my classmates getting up to leave. I gathered my things hastily and rushed out of the room and into the bright daylight of the afternoon. The sun's light on the pavement was nearly blinding. I shaded my eyes with my hand as I walked to the curb, looking desperately for Kit's car.

Within seconds, his shiny black car came slowly up to the side of the street.

'Hey, pretty thing! You goin' my way, doll?' he called out of his window, acting as if he were a creepy stranger. I giggled and got into the passenger's side.

'You have no idea how nice it feels to do this,' I sighed, kicking my shoes off as Kit drove off.

'Rough day, beautiful?' He wore his work uniform. Some jeans, a white undershirt, and his button-up with his name on it. His hair was perfectly tousled, and the shirt was unbuttoned so that part of the white undergarment was showing. He looked soft and warm, and his smile lit up his eyes.

'Just a very long one, and I'm starving.'' I said, drawing out the word 'very.' I flipped down the visor and slid open the mirror, smoothing my hair and fixing the line of my lipstick while regarding my reflection. I pulled the tube of peach lipstick out of my bag and touched up my pout, making faces at myself all the while.

'Havin' fun over there?' Kit laughed.

'I'm beginning to think this shade is old hat,' I sighed. 'Maybe I should try red like Marilyn.'

'I don't care what color they are so long as I get to kiss 'em,' he smirked, taking one hand off the steering wheel and placing it on my upper thigh. I didn't even notice how far my dress had ridden up my leg since getting in the car.

I blushed and giggled, tucking the front pieces of my hair behind my ears. I will admit, I was still in the lavender haze with him.

He pulled into the parking lot of the small roadside diner in our town. It was quaint, tucked away in some trees, filled with truckers from out-of-state and old ladies meeting for lunch. It was a stone's throw from Kit's job, and the perfect place to hide away. Somewhere neither of my parents would dare go.

We sat at the tall counter in the center of the place. This was part of our little Thursday routine. I would always come out of class absolutely ravenous. We'd pick far-away or unknown places to eat before truly spending time together.

'You want somethin', my pretty thing?' Kit asked as the waitress stood in front of us.

'Honestly, a milkshake would be a gas,' I smiled up at the waitress. 'Strawberry.'

'That's all you want?' Kit asked as she walked away. 'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, Kit, I'm alright,' I replied, feeling around in my bag for a light for my cigarette. 'Shit, I must have dropped my lighter somewhere. It's not here.'

'Don’t worry doll, I got you,' he drawled, flicking his own open and holding it under the cigarette clenched in my teeth. I took a long drag and exhaled. The waitress returned and placed my drink in front of me, and Kit's meal in front of him.

I looked over at Kit and caught him taking me in. He looked me up and down and chuckled softly.

'My, you are a dream,' he cooed, placing a hand on my chin to bring me in for a kiss. I went in for a peck and was alarmed to find that Kit wanted more.

'Baby, not here,' I said through gritted teeth, pulling away quickly. I looked around to make sure no one saw. 'You're an animal.' I laughed and he returned the smile.

'I just can't control myself around you, pretty.'

'Well then hurry up and finish your food so we can peel out,' I giggled, pushing his shoulder playfully.

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There was an old abandoned schoolhouse in town 5 minutes away from my house. Kit and I would find ourselves in the back parking lot frequently. Tucked away from the public eye in his car.

As soon as Kit parked the car, he dragged me into the back seat with him. We made out furiously, like two caged animals that were finally set free. It was a small space, but we sure made it work.

I took over, immediately pushing Kit's back up against the door, placing my hands on his chest to hold him down. His white undershirt was soft against my palms. I could feel his heart pounding furiously beneath my fingertips. A pace that signaled to me just how much he wanted this.

We kissed for only a short time before clothes started getting removed. First, I aided him in removing his work shirt. Then, I worked to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. He slid them off quickly. I took that time to remove my panties, throwing them hastily to the front seat.

His erection was noticeable through his white briefs. My hand immediately reached to touch it, only for it to be held back.

'Not yet, sweetheart,' he smiled. He pushed me back into the door on my side and continued making out with me. His hands groped all over my body, paying particular attention to my breasts. 'Oh this dress just won't do,' he muttered.

My high-necked smock dress was fit for school, yes, but not for this. He reached behind me and unzipped the fabric smoothly. He tugged the material and it slid down to expose my bra. Kit smiled as he looked into my eyes, then turned his attention back to my chest. He peppered kisses all over my sensitive skin, making goosebumps raise all over my body.

First, he slid my left bra strap off my shoulder, creating a bit more slack and revealing more of my skin. He took his time to kiss all of the areas of skin he hadn't before, going agonizingly slow so that I would get hot and bothered. He loved when I was hot and bothered.

Next was the right bra strap. The ceremony continued. His ritualistic dance of adorning love to every inch of my body made every horrible minute spent without him worth it. His mouth inched closer and closer to the very edge of my bra. Eventually, I gave in to the teasing and reached back to unhook the damn thing myself.

Deciding I'd had enough, though, I pushed Kit back again. This time, all the way down so that he was laying across the back seat. My hand reached for his bulge and stroked it. He whimpered in pleasure. I took the waistband of his briefs in my fingers and tugged, making his dick spring loose.

I lined myself up with him and slid his throbbing erection into my slick middle, feeling every inch of it go deeper and deeper into me. I cried out involuntarily and began bouncing on it, feeling our two bodies connect naturally. My walls tightened around it. He moaned softly.

'Oh baby, yeah,' he spat through gritted teeth as I continued to ride him. I stooped down and kissed him passionately, still keeping a rhythm. His shaking hands reached up to grope my breasts again, this time more firmly. He slid his hands down to my waist and held it, almost as if he were trying to feel some sort of control over me.

I continued moving my hips atop his dick. His length went so deep within me, I thought I'd scream. I put both of my palms on either side of his chest to steady myself. His breathing got more ragged, and I could feel his heart racing still.

'Fuck,' Kit grunted, trying not to come so easily. He gathered what strength he had a lifted me off of his erection by my waist. I sat back and slid down to a laying position as he rose to position himself above me, both of us maintaining eye contact as we went. He wanted a turn on top.

I didn't even get a chance to settle before his large cock was inside me again. I yelped and screwed my eyes closed, existing at that moment at his very will. He held my wrists, which were resting just next to my head, down so that I couldn't move. I whined in protest but was silenced by his lips on mine.

Sweat formed on his brow. I could feel myself succumbing to the waves of orgasm. But, neither of us wanted to be the first to give in. I breathed heavily to steel myself, but it was to no avail. I came first, crying out and moaning loudly. He slid out of me and stroked my hair as the fits of pleasure overtook me.

Kit sat back against the door on his side of the car once again, breathing heavily. I regained my composure and sat up, sitting back on my heels. I stooped down and took his pre-cum covered dick in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the tip and reveled in the whimpers and cries Kit was letting out. He grabbed and pulled my hair gently as I continued to suck him off.

'I-I'm gonna come,' he mustered, trying to warn me in case I wanted to stop. Instead, I let him blow his load directly into my mouth. I ignored the warmth and bitter taste as I swallowed. He moaned and threw his head back, eventually relaxing into his position. I wiped my mouth and sat back as well.

Recovered from his orgasm, Kit leaned forward and laid half-beside and half-on me, resting his head on my chest. I sighed in contentment.

'God, you're good at that,' Kit whispered, laughing softly. I laughed too. He grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. He kissed the back of each finger as well to emphasize his gratefulness. He nestled closer into me. I nearly fell asleep listening to his breathing even out.

I gasped suddenly when I looked out the window and saw the sun setting. 'Shit, Kit, we have to get me home!'

We both worked quickly to redress. He helped me with the tough job of zipping up the back of my dress. I scrambled out of the back door and into the passenger door, slamming it shut and bringing the visor down to once again look at myself in the mirror. Kit clambered up to the front from the back seat and settled himself in.

He turned the key in the ignition and started the car up. He paused, though, before going. I looked away from fixing my lipstick for a moment to see what was the matter. Kit shifted in his seat and reached for something that was under him. In his hand was my panties.

'I uh, think you're gonna need these,' he chuckled, blushing. I smacked his arm and snatched them from his grip.

'Oh, hush! Stop! It's not funny,' I protested, half-laughing as well. I shoved them into my handbag demonstratively. 'Now hurry up and drive!'

+

The ride home was quick enough. The sun was still setting as Kit got to the end of my street. He had to drop me there to avoid my parents seeing anything.

'Are you sure you're gonna be okay walking over there this late? I don't need anyone snatching my girl,' Kit spoke.

'I'll be fine, Kit. No one really walks my street. Plus, it's not even that dark,' I assured him.

'Well okay, but I'll be parked here watching ya, okay?'

'Just don't be too obvious,' I warned.

He leaned over and grabbed my face, pulling me in for one last, passionate kiss. When I pulled away, my lipstick was all over his face. I just chuckled to myself and opened the door.

'I love you, you pretty thing,' he called after me.

'I love you too, Kit,' I smiled.

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Literally cannot lie I got a bit, uh, bothered myself writing this one LOL. Let me know if you liked this one!

[dragon-chica]

Cryptid Hunting - Eddie & Venom x Reader

Fandom: Marvel / Venom

Dear gods it's been a long time since I wrote but this duo? marry me.

You have a love for monsters and stories, folklore and cryptozoology especially the more interesting creatures, in particular.

Eddie once had asked you if you really believe in all those stories, legends and cryptids and folklore. He found them interesting and entertaining, especially some of your favorites you shared with him, but didn't consider a lot on the subject.

"Babe, your body contains an alien slime that cured your cancer and eats your ass. This is just a cursed child that flew out a chimney and haunts New Jersey. No offense, Venom, honey."

"NONE TAKEN."

"That's fair."

You had always wanted to try cryptid hunting just for fun, but could never convince anyone to join you for a night of tomfuckery in a creepy area with legends and rumors.

Eddie though, had no excuse.

Your reasoning was, he's a journalist, he should investigate this story, spinning your laptop around with an article on a chosen cryptid for him to look at while you also read about it from one of your cryptozoology and folklore books.

Your second reason was, he's your boyfriend and "Please, please, please, please baby?"

Which of course he could never say no to, not that it helps that Venom is also now pleading along with you.

"YES EDDIE, PRETTY PLEASE? WE CAN FIND IT AND EAT IT. AN EXOTIC SNACK, AND WE WILL IMPRESS THEM."

Both his lovers pleading for him to do something? He's a lovestruck sucker as is, even if it is walking around like a couple of dumbasses in the dark. He's done weirder.

You honestly didn't actually expect him to agree though, and are ecstatic that he does.

Your excitement and the big kiss on his cheek is already worth it he thinks.

"SEE EDDIE? WE ARE AMAZING PARTNERS. MORE CRYPTIDS AND MORE KISSES."

You make a day out of it, a roadtrip.

With snacks. Lots of snacks, and one guy at a gas station that was just awful. "HE DIDN'T TASTE VERY GOOD EITHER."

All in all, Eddie was having a good day. Time off spent with his favorite beings, a scenic drive, wearing shoes. Not really expecting much of the "cryptid hunt" besides walking around in the dark and talking to the woods like ghosthunters.

But you and Venom were hyped, as soon as you parked in a secluded area and geared up with flashlights and a video camera, he didn't know who was more excited.

Venom was hovering over his shoulder, head whipping around so much he was spinning Eddie as he went, following you "to a good spot."

You sat in the woods for awhile together waiting for it to get dark, wrapped in a cozy hoodie and leaning against Eddie while reading to him different stories from one of your cryptid books.

When darkness settled around you and something could be heard walking through the brush, you flashlight spun toward it.

"DO NOT WORRY MORSEL, WE ARE THE LETHAL PROTECTOR. YOU ARE SAFE."

Eddie did not expect, at the sound of something moving closer in the woods, for Venom to jump out of him, and into you. Backing up with black good around your hand now shaking with the beam towards it.

"What the hell V?" he whisper shouted while your other hand covered your mouth trying to hide a snicker.

"THAT'S ENOUGH HUNTING FOR TONIGHT."

A weird trilling sound came for the forest and Venom encased you, going full form and grabbing Eddie over your shoulder before sprinting back to the card and tossing him inside.

Your flashlights, heavy duty and bought just for this, were long forgotten while multiple tentacles rummaged around Eddie before finding the keys and slamming them in the ignition.

"What's wrong V? i thought you wanted to eat a cryptid for me?"

You try to soothe and pet him while Eddie gets his bearings again.

"NOT HUNGRY. THE UGLY MAN GAVE US INDIGESTION. BESIDES, EDDIE WAS SCARED."

"HEY!"

Eventually, against Venom's protests on Eddie being a chicken and too scared to continue, Eddie trekked back to retrieve your gear, Venom back with him and switching from full cowl to hiding inside him again while you waited in the car.

[mugiwara-lucy]

I think Grandpa is mad he is LOSING HARD with the women vote 😂

Yeah when you mess with women’s rights or as him and his MAGAs like to argue, “sending them back to the states”, they WILL fight back.

Not to mention with his recent bullshit of his administration going to be “great” for women, it’s like he’s ASKING to get buried in the race:

And I say buried because if you all don’t know; women OUTVOTE men 3:1 and it varies by RACE.

So yeah women are going to SAVE our asses in this election because fucking with our rights? Uh you’re nutty if you think we’re just gonna sit back and let “the states” decide our rights made by old men.

Before I get on that point, I just wanna point out this sounds like a thinly veiled threat of “shut up and deal with us or else”. Because we ALL know Trump has NO respect for women.

But as for this whole “states deciding bullshit”; this has had NO positive ramifications. I’m sure we’re all familiar with the names Amber Nicole Thurman and Candi Miller. If not look them up along with the names Amanda Zuraski (my tumblr app isn’t letting me post links 😤) but yeah SO MANY women have died as a result of Roe v Wade being overturned and UNLESS things change, MORE women will die UNNECESSARILY when NO ONE but these FAKE Christians cared because over 63 % of Americans understand that abortion IS healthcare.

And also, putting my previous point aside, the reason why women are so angry aside from the unnecessary deaths is also because OLD MEN like Trump really have no place dictating what women can or can’t do with their bodies. Like, I want the men in my audience to imagine, let’s say Kamala Harris gets in office and orders men to have a vasectomy. Men would RIGHTFULLY get irate since a woman has no place telling a man what he can or can’t be doing with his body and it’s the same thing; these old men and congress can NOT give birth so who are they to tell us what we can do with our bodies??

ESPECIALLY creepy old men like Trump who have a HISTORY of sexual assault. Need I bring up his “grab em by the pussy!” Video?

These old washed up fossils like Trump HATE how modernized America is becoming and they want to go back to some conservative 1960s Ronald Reagan shit with women being stay at home moms along with trying to FORCE people to be Christians (see the 10 commandments and bible nonsense) like NO.

Down below are the voting registration deadlines that vary by state and you can also register to vote at vote.gov!

I’ve also seen people doing early voting which is great because as evidenced by Springfield Ohio along with Republicans bitching about getting “the save act or shut down the government” (Biden won’t allow any of the two to happen 🙄), them trying to have states hand count ballots like GA and then trying that “Winner Take All” Nonsense in Nebraska, EXPECT some fuckery from MAGA.

Let’s all be DONE with the nine year nightmare known as Donald Trump and his family ONCE and for ALL!!!

[admirxation]

彡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞�� 𝟖𝐭𝐡 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦. reader and Reiner go on a late night drive (wc: 2.2k)

𝐜𝐰 — afab!reader x Reiner Braun. modern/college au, 18+ smut mdni, established relationship (f/m), porn without plot, soft dom Reiner, praise, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), cunnilingus (I hate that word so much lmao), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, brief mention of squirting, and orgasms. -> you've been warned; continue at your own discretion.

You sat in the passenger seat as you watched your boyfriend continue to drive down the ribbon of the road, listening to the hollowing sound of just his car in the area as the night sky dotted with white sparkles encompassed the surrounding area. It has been another night between you and Reiner where you had gone for a drive in the new car he was so proud of buying; he had worked so hard for it, and you honestly loved being able to run passenger princess in his hard-earned goal.

It had become relationship routine to go on late-night drives with Reiner, especially if it was after one of his big games or if one of your dormmates didn’t wanna move to let you invite the other; the car gave you two a certain freedom to have fun without having to worry and plan about location, putting a sock on the door, or worrying if someone was gonna be knocking while you were underneath him.

Right now, you two had just finished sipping on the slushies you brought from the gas station, watching as Reiner held onto the steering wheel as you had your feet kicked up on the dashboard and your knees to your chest. The car continued going further into the forest—to your favourite make-out spot—with the car shaking momentarily with the sound of crushed twigs and dry leaves being squashed underneath the large tyres. Your little make-out spot was tucked away, the best during the dark winter nights with how the foliage and greenery covered the area; the perfect place for your late-night rendezvous, albeit a bit creepy, but with the door locked you didn’t seem to care much if you had him by your side.

His car started to slow down to a stop. Later, Reiner returned to his seat to get comfortable with the distance between his chest and the wheel. As he furthered it back, the seat made a metallic locking sound.

His tongue was stained blue, and yours pink, from the slush you had bought together. Both of you found it amusing as you gave each other a gentle but knowing smile. You soon relaxed in his touch as you leaned your shoulder to his side, resting your head on his broad shoulder. Your mouth was still freezing and stained with that artificial cherry flavouring.

“You look great tonight.”

“I know.”

He laughed at your cheeky comments; he always loved that about you, always so witty with him, with a sharp tongue that amused him.

“How about we use that mouth for something more useful?”

“Mm, thought you’d never ask,” you whispered to him.

He glided his hand over the soft of your cheek, moving a strand of hair away to show more of that pretty face he loved and cupping the curve before both of you leaned in, smiling at one another before your soft lips connected; both of you melting for one another instantaneously.

This kiss started as something tender, but it soon deepened when he slipped his tongue further into your mouth, sliding over the wet of your mouth and letting your coloured stained tongues make a greyish purple from a kiss that communicated longing, connection, and a bubbling lust that was started to bubble over the surface through the soft moans that you shared in each other’s mouths.

Your hands came up to cradle the back of his neck, fingers snaking up to grab onto his blonde hair as your lips rhythmically moved against one another’s; what was once the beginning of a tender kiss was soon turning into something more passionate and heated.

You two wanted one another so bad, so desperate, as the tension in the air continued to simmer with how the temperature of your blood ran boiling through you both, feeling that flustered warmth reach both of your cheeks as that chilling sensation on your tongues now melted into something warm and wet. You softly moaned into the kiss as you felt his tongue swipe against yours, making you release a sharp gasp when you felt the palm of his large hand start to glide along your soft and smooth thighs, with the tips now inching closer to your inner thigh underneath your skirt, teasing the lace barrier.

“I want you so bad,” Reiner grunted into your mouth, feeling all the blood rush in between his legs as his jeans were tightening, soon morphing into a tented peak, “I wanna make you feel so good.”

You looked at his gaze through your heavy, half-lidded eyes: “You don’t need to ask Rei; just do it. I want to feel you, too.”

Your words were soon cut off with a sharp inhale as he reconnected his lips to yours, his hand slipping between the cloth of your skirt and pushing to feel the wet spot that was already formed in the middle of your panties; you were so needy for him, and he loved a responsive girl.

Your lashes fluttered as your thighs separated and shook for his entrance, a quiet mewl of pleasure trembling past your pillowy lips when feeling his thick fingers circle your clit; quickly kicking your head back into the headrest as you filled the steamy and hot car with your sweet and sensual moans.

There was no hesitation when he finally reached to recline your seat, pushing it back and hearing that loud metallic lock before climbing over the stick shift to push your body further up, which was no problem with how much stronger he was compared to you. His fingertips were printed into the plush of your thighs, pressing hot and wet trails of kisses against your inner thighs, and feeling his cock twitch in his tight jeans the more he felt you tremble and heard the breaking of your normal breathing pattern. You watched as he tucked his fingers around the band of your panties, slowly and gently tugging them down and letting out an appreciative groan as he watched your glistening cunt stare back at him—he found it so sexy when you were so desperate for him.

His pupils dilated before—in one swift motion—he licked a long and wet stripe along your slit, making your heart flutter and jitter inside of its chamber and making that heated coil within your core start to tighten, making your chest quickly fall and rise in a broken tandem as you panted out for him like a little puppy.

“Oh god, Rei,” you moaned out for him as you felt that jittery heat wash over your senses, starting to see the stars that only Reiner could make you see as you kicked your head further back into the cushion and saw dazed and blurred dots in your peripheral.

Your thighs tensed around his head, curling your toes as he started to wrap his warm and soft lips around your clit and suck hard, pushing in two digits into your tight hole and humming an amused chuckle as you sucked in your bottom lip and let moans out of your chewed barrier.

You felt the vibration of his amusement along your pussy, making your face scrunch up as you continued to fill the air with your gorgeous moans as you heard him lick up everything that trickled down your wet folds, sucking hard on that sensitive bundle of nerves, and pushing in and out of your needy hole that he couldn’t leave out. He loved it when you were a shivering and whimpering mess underneath him; he thought it was the sexiest thing he could witness, with his girlfriend turning to a whimpering mess right underneath his touch.

You felt the bridge of his nose bump onto your clit the more he sucked and licked further down, his tongue swirling around and humming against your slick pussy. Every moan, every mewl, every whimper, sob and plea, you were like a drug to him, as if someone injected it directly into his veins to make you forever laced on his consciousness and to never move on without withdrawal.

Pulling back from your pussy, Reiner moved quickly to undo his belt, throwing it into the backseat and shoving his jeans down to his midthigh and letting his growing erection spring out, slapping against your bare and sensitive skin as it was already dribbling precum over your soaking core; a wicked smirk forming on his lips as he pushed the head of his dick between your folds and making you sing pretty for him.

“Mm, Rei, I need you so bad; d-don’t tease me like this,” you pleaded out for more of his touch.

The way you arched your back for him and held your legs with your hands underneath the bend of you knees it was almost like muscle memory to be on your back and wait to be dicked down in his car—like the plethora of times he had done this since buying it. However, no matter how many times he did it, he was forever obsessed with the feeling of you, addicted to the sensation of thrusting inside of your tight centre. He continued to grind his hard cock against your slit, watching your body ache and writhe, your eyes watching him with eager anticipation and dilated with lust and arousal.

“Please, please, please.”

“God, I love it when you beg,” he said with that low grovel in his voice, making an electrical current run through your veins and that coil inside your core tighten even more to a balled-up knot. “Can you beg a little more for me, sweetheart, just a little with that gorgeous voice?”

“Please, Rei. I love it when you’re inside of me,” you fluttered your eyelashes at him, a strawberry hue dusted on another cheek, deepening in shades.

“Good girl.”

With a fluid and slick motion, he sheathed himself inside of you, making your head tilt with a low groan escape from the depth of your throat and past your soft lips, your hands starting to press on his shoulders as he rutted his hips against you, your gasps mixing in the atmospheric sound inside the car.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” You were—practically—a babbling mess of a girl underneath him, and he knew your body like the back of his hand, knowing every sweet and sensitive spot and even the rhythm you wanted from the way you clung onto him and the tempo of your continuous orgasms.

You squirmed and writhed beneath him, your tight insides sucking his cock in and clenching around his thick length; the windows starting to accumulate a subtle fog onto them as you both gasped. The two of you were so warm and slick that it covered the outer layers of your body, a drip of sweat beading down Reiner’s forehead as you both drowned in the heat and passion of sharing one another in the winter night.

“Reiner,” you moaned with your nails pushing crescent moon shapes into his skin, clinging onto him as he took away every shred of dignity as you kept your name on his tongue like a prayer. “Oh, I’m all yours, forever yours.”

“That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart,” he moaned into the shell of your ear, leaving soft but at the same time rough trials of kisses on your sensitive neck, continuing to thrust with harder ruts and letting the tip of his pre-cummed cock bash into your cervix as he rocked in a rhythm that made the car rock and shake. His hands clung onto the fat of your hips, your legs on his shoulders as he started bashing in deeper, making a pleasurable pain that you just couldn’t explain but adore.

“Ah~ ah~ ah~” you sobbed out like you forgot every word in the English dictionary, just a spurting mess as he made you, his girl, like he did every single night of shared intimacy.

He could feel your high coming with the way your cunt convulsed around him, your gummy insides pulling him in closer as you milked his large rutting cock; your tight pussy begging for him to make you his with each long and deep stroke pounding inside. His senses, his logic, his rationality, were all blurred and started to slip away as he was drenched from you, his pace starting to stutter with a sloppy rhythm when he felt you squirt over his length.

“Oh, that’s right, god, that was so fucking sexy,” he praised as he felt your thighs shake around him, continuing to fuck you harder until he could chase his own high and feel that needy little hole up.

“F-fuck,” you cried out.

Tears were creeping into the tear duct corners as you heard him release a loud and guttural groan, watching him slowly thrust in and out with his cock flooding your womb with his thick spurts of cum; warming your insides as he slowly fucked it deeper inside of you and coaxing out more mewls to come out of that mouth. You both shared the same gaze as you watched the low rocking of his hips and that creamy white ring surrounding the base of his shaft before he eventually pulled out, letting a mixture of your releases pool out of your spent hole onto the leather seat, both of you then meeting each other’s gaze with an exhaustive but pleasured look of clouded desire.

taglist: @wintrrxxo @sleazymac-n-cheesy @localkiss -> taglist is in pinned if you're wanting to be added, and if you want to be deleted just privately message me.

a/n: hello hello with a second post from me today (once again sorry for the delay on yesterdays post I'm very sick at the moment, october is my favourite month but also the worse for my immune system). I haven't written for Reiner before and honestly I'm glad to finally did it because I have loved him and ever since mappa gave him some well deserved love oooo i needed him biblically. but this just goes for every aot man out there, aot men slut for life, as we can clearly see hehe.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Winston's Cocktail

Hard-worker is the best way to describe Felicia a beautiful woman, mid-twenties and a baddie her hair was black and eyes emerald green and pale clear skin, sharp featured and kind as hard.

She worked in a bar as a bartender and loved her job, a passionate worker to all extent of quality and she was great at it, honest talent.

He called her over by the ally after hours and she agreed although hesitant, after a few cups walked through the back and she felt a stab by her hip awoke to her clothes taken and folded.

Her boss was creepy and her attire was appeal, thighighs, pencil skirt, striped undergarments, button up and a self-tightening corset, weird.

This caught the eye of an unknown guy he came to her with a smile "Hey, cutie could you shake me a martini on ice like those eyes" caught her heart in a net as she spoke her mommy voice "Oh- my, serving up a martini!" As she shaked.

Her pussy throbbed as she laid tied and gagged, though it was just the beggining as he thrusted deeper and rougher "Oh your- so- tight~ Ga- ah!" squirming as her face hits bricks he kept going.

Faster and releasing every time, ensured she was pregnant as tears flowed from her eyes dulled in a break, "You are now my slut bitch!" spitting on her face as an employee ran out tackling him down and tying him up, locked.

"Felicia! Hey, I- It's me." Felicia was in shock and frozen as the police came and from that day on she was not the same person anymore, broken.

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Slowly she recluded to the behind the counter, it was tall enough to hide her belly and keep safe as a man came by and asked for a drink calmly.

"I'll have a screwdriver, and a whiskey bourbon"

And she pulled the bottles off the wall, her hand trembled as she clenched her body pain all tied around her belly, pressure rising high and hot.

Pouring the drink in and shaking in ice a slow burn descended onto her labia, a soft groan left her throat as she pours the drink through a filter.

"T- mmpf, The drinks a- are ready, Sir." Creaking in her voice, the man graba the cups and nods before moving off to a table, she grips the edge of the counter and keels over rocking forward.

The corset tightened around her belly as she rocked and forced the baby through it's sac, a hot gush splashed her thighs and panties.

"No! N- hggfff- gah! Shit! Shit! Please baby n-"

She reached her belly side as a tight grip of pain wrapped her body, holding it in clenching every inch of her pussy gasping in pain and sweat.

A young female teen came up to her, showing signs of drunkendness and sloppishly asked for and pointed for a drink but indescernable.

"Can I ha- *Hic* have two shots *Hic* of iced vodka, thanks"

Laying his head on the table visibly drunk out his mind, she was more focused on not pushing and softly groaning and whimpering in pain.

"Iced v- ngghh! on the way~ Ah! Oh, God!"

Splayed on the floor as the head rushed against her lips burning every inch of her womb, fighting against urges and pain slowly pulled herself up.

"Haa- wait, baby! mommy's not ready fo- uggh!"

Gritting teeth and keeled over before gasping in and grabbing the shaker, and pouring vodka in before adding the ice trembling in pain as tears formed in her eyes dripping to her chin.

Weakly grabbing the glasses and pouring the drink in with shaved ice, patting her head and giving her both they nodded and walked off.

Pain gripped her and gripped the counters edge as she dropped to her knees, the head had fully crowned it's way out as she grunts and cries.

Raising herself up, and gasping deep she held it in for hours until her shift ends, four hours tick.

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Three hours of pain, her hair stuck to her face and her button up to her skin, leaving her cold and in pain as her belly a smooth rock of pain.

It did not make anymore progress and was left at a full crown, leaving a big bulge in her skirt but with all the pain and urge she gave into it.

Gasping and pushing in, her efforts did not do much and inched it forward and she could not spread her legs wider bending down.

The corset tightened around her stomach and squeezed it forward, she gasped but held in a contraction fogs over and she pushes it whole.

Her lips burn and widen as the baby snaps her panties and pulls out of her, grunting harder a bigger sac moves through and faster.

Tearing open her skirt, gasping as she groan in a soft tone behind the loud music her other baby coos as she bleeds with a heavy gush of fluid.

It crowns wide and wider, she groans and grunts as more contractions wave over and she pushes harder, the head popped out as she grips onto it.

Slipping her hand around the head, pushing out and pulling the baby out onto the floor visibly tired as pain fades, she carries the two in arms.

Her breath shallow and jittering, the babies coo and she lays in tired unfit shape her phone had vibrated and she turned it on to a ambulance.

"We're here! Don't push - 5 hours ago"

"You are god damn late, fucking traffic."

She chuckles and rests with the two suckling on.

[the-autistic-spider]

if i was to ever play DnD

i would probably make a ben 10 inspired character

so a half-human with a odd watch like device fused to there left arm

half human if reference to annodite heritage in show

there would probably be a dice roll to get the right transformation

if you fail a roll the dm will decide what you become

or

a sheet with a numbered list of transformations all being different dice numbers

the watch like device has a cooldown (cooldown is longer if miss transformation or over exerted)

if they are killed/unconscious they will change back to half human

the watch like device gives a slight assist on death Mabey? (roll a dice to revive with low health)

aliens:

big chill (that one creepy concept art) < can freeze enemy to stop them or door/wall to brake them

a blue and black humanoid moth like being that disguise's itself with blue cloak like wings folded around it

if sick they cant control ice production

the creepy one V

way big (classic like design also not as big like golem sized not a mountain size) < can remove an enemy by throwing

a red and white golem sized man made of a metal like material designed for strength and not so much speed

if sick they get weaker

chromastone (uaf design but more crystal less rock human with pink accents) < can hold in power but will have to roll every now and again

a crystalline creature that can channel (a certain level) magic through it

if sick cant channel energy well and could hurt themself

build up (pile of rubble with a face) < can block enemy's in a chase

a living collection of rubble? able to become a wall, dome, own part firing gun (will have to find new parts until detransformation), parts will disappear with detransformation (face is weak point)

if sick has a hard time staying together

spitter (ben 10 classic but smaller) < can cover a face in puke stuff to blind them

a sickly brown green lizard like creature with short legs and arms that spits a slippery conductive puke like substance

if sick they get a boost as there power is puke based

rath (ultimate albedo design) < can 100% be a distraction

an always angry tiger like humanoid that has beef with every thing yes everything also says "Let me tell ya something" when talking to anyone and speaks manly in third person (also most likely to miss transform into)

if sick cant react as fast

gutrot (custom design) < can be used as a knockout gas

an elemental like being in a rock like armour that releases gases of different types of there choosing

(player cant control release of gasses only what kind of gas it is they release so dont go near people to keep them unsmeling it)

if they are sick they cant make any gases besides carbon dioxide

Wildmutt (ben 10,000) < can be used for stealth

a wolf like being with a flat face no ears or tail are visible. they also dont have eyes

they have an enhanced sense of smell and sound. they have whisker like hair on there body to sense there surrounding's they can shoot off in self defence

they have gill like feature's on there neck

they have a strong bite and can if biting down hard enough brake rock

if they are sick they cant sense at all

disclaimer i have never played DnD

so feel free to correct anything wrong here also if your confused feel free to ask

=]

[annbourbon]

Tracking Drugs Inside the Cheritzverse (Soft Thread)

Unicorn drugs!!! Yeah~~ I'm not crazy.

⚠️ Spoilers Ahead ⚠️

Okay~ so for starters.

Canon (Things we know so far~)

♡ Eri's drugged by Tei during Nameless

♡ Because of a mistake I made once, I realized how close and how Tei and Teo are the only ones (that I know~) within the Cheritzverse with names that are like this. Like their names are only 3 words o.o and the only letter that changes it's the last one!?

♡ We know and it's almost confirmed but not explicitly showed~ that Teo ends up in Mint Eye and ends up helping Saeran (as Unknown/404) to drag us to Mint Eye, brainwash us and then send us to the RFA as spy. If you don't understand what I mean by this then you need to read this timeline

♡ Rika has sleep inducing drugs during Saeran's AE, to induce sleep into Seven. Apparently she has a thing for "natural" stuff now or something. Please can someone confirm? I dread Saeran's AE as it made me go into full depression mode so~ if I have to I will but rn I won't lol anyways~ it's heavily implied that it's some kind if tea/serum that they put into Seven bloodstream to keep him asleep.

♡ I completely forgot about the FUCKING unicorn as MC!!!

♡ Can we take these drugs Harry??

Harry:

omg~

(Harry going to a chinese store where it's a bit sketchy tbh~ but apparently they give him some weird things and the place has weird vibes and possible connections (although I didn't caught upon what exactly but I just got the feeling~)

♡ Let's not forget the creepy drink they have at Magenta. And the relation with 'Paradise' because if this is "unicorn drugs" then the only thing closer to that~ it's Paradise. No one actually is explaining how these things work but we know the drugs are so strong it causes a lot of symptoms... and I guess I'll have to track those. *sighs in I really have to go back to Another Story TT*

Not to mention V drugged the whole RFA *sighs* with an aromatic/gas version of this same drug: And yes; everyone including Jumin fell down asleep. But it's implied in some of the bad endings during Saeran's AE and through the whole Another Story that the very drug can kill you or leave you in a coma(?)

♡ There's a moment during MM in Another Story, where Yoosung says to have some kind of tea that helps him to relax.

♡ Tei's tea it's called ZZZ (keyword: herbal tea)

♡ During Henri's route you can see K~ a character who apparently is doing bad things such as planting some kind of drug in Jumin's island. Two people are missing and June is in a critical situation. (image for reference soon)

♡ Henri says that the drug has been already approved in many countries but nit in S.Korea.

⋆ ₊ ﾟ ☽ * ₊ ⋆⋆ ₊ ﾟ ☽ * ₊ ⋆⋆ ₊ ﾟ ☽ * ₊ ⋆⋆ ₊ ﾟ ☽ * ₊ ⋆

* This is gonna get creepier from now on because I'm gonna talk about how the unicorn it's always on the treadmill being exploited and its role on emotions/planets~~ but that's for another post. I made this one only to be able to track down this cause, call me weird, I know they're playing a big role here♡

** For those who want to see the Cheritzverse Master List, you only need to click on the top title and it'll lead you back to that. I'm implementing this on almost every post I'm creating from now on ~

[otakween]

Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 - Disc 4

There's some random art of Daisuke on the inside cover of this volume? What could it mean!?

Ch. 25

-Lol, awfully hard to take the name "Sigma" seriously nowadays. He kind of looks like the Utawarerumono dude

-Engrish strikes again! Sigma has an attack mode called "Masks square." Very difficult to decipher what they were going for with that one...

-Very lucky that the "Gabo" pun worked in Japanese and English. I really admire these clever translation moments ("Gabby" in English "ga-ga-" in Japanese).

-Pretty weird to see a Piemon with a human partner after seeing him as the big bad in the anime. Especially weird since he looks like an adult man being commanded by a kid...

-Not sure I follow what Sigma/Alias III's scheme is here, but it's probably generic anyway (like world domination/power/etc.)

Ch. 26

-In this chapter they explain what "chat" is and how addictive it can be. Awww, the baby internet era. They had no idea what was ahead.

-Typical incel dude, experiences rejection once and then spirals and joins a cult. Glad they hinted that he's capable of changing in the end.

-The art style in this manga kind of reminds me of Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life. (Mostly the eyes and big heads).

Ch. 27

-Onto the next Alias, Mari and Rosemon! Rosemon kinda looks like the LadyDevimon to Lilymon. I like both new characters' designs. Their stupid antics were funny too.

-RIP to Sigma's Piemon :'( that was pretty brutal. Arkadimon was creepy looking

-Neo's army looks OP AF. He even has a Venom Vamdemon!

Ch. 28

-I was a bit disappointed to find out that Mari's dumbness was an act :'( that was what made her likable tho...

-That was interesting when Leomon was like "what about me?" when his students were like "don't worry! Zero will save us." Sorry buddy, you're not the main character...

Omake - Double Tamer!! The Great Super-dimensional Battle!!

-Ooh, an extra long cross-over special. I love gimmicky stuff like this :)

-The mangaka explaining that the concept of parallel worlds is like a cheat code that let's you get away with a lot from a story-telling perspective was pretty funny.

-Don't really like how the mangaka were blushing over Hikari in bloomers...>>

-Parallelmon's powers remind me of America from the newest Doctor Strange movie. It's a fun concept. Interesting that they described him as "cool-headed." I guess he's kind of a neutral force?

-The fact that Taichi and Daisuke are both 11 but one of them was born in 1988 and one was born in 1991 kinda hurts my brain. I guess this implies that parallel worlds can also exist at a different point in time?? I thought "parallel" usually implied the same time but different versions of everything, no? Weird...

-They acknowledged the fact that digivolution works differently in Daisuke's world which was nice to see. Really shows the difference in mediums (since they probably keep the digimon in their rookie forms in the anime for ease of animation).

-Lol classic big Digimon boss battle, Daisuke's friends all get sucked into a void and the only way out is the power of friendship. How many times are they going to use that...?

-Kinda bugs me how Daisuke is so focused on the "fake Taichi" but barely acknowledges the fact that this Taichi has a completely different partner. (lol @ Taichi having an existential moment when Daisuke calls him fake).

-I don't really get how the digimental of miracles works...the other tamers "sent" it to Taichi, but I thought he already had that? What is it single-use or something?? (My memory for 02 is already fading, but I feel like Magnamon didn't make a ton of appearances.

That was fun, I think I would have liked to see characters other than just Taichi and Daisuke interact. Taichi and Daisuke are juuust different enough, but they're still both kinda generic shounen protags, so there's only so much you can do with this crossover. I guess this manga was released much later than I thought? The mangaka referenced Tamers in this omake too. I kinda assumed that this manga was pre-season 1 for some reason.

[malevolentmischief]

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[be-side-my-self]

First watch of Season 4 of Only Murders In The Building

Rewatch of ONLY Murders In The Building to prepare for season 4:

<Part I> // <Part II> // <Part III> // <Part IIII> // <Part V> // <Part VI> // <Part VII> // <Part VIII>

This is no rewatch but my new posts can also easily be blocked because I'll continue to use #OMITBRewatch as a tag. I'll also tag #OMITBS4. While quoting, I use M, O, C for the main characters.

S4 E1

I'm excited... who killed Sazz?

Those old home movies are adorable. And it shows again, how people are still recognizable even decades later.

... how sad that they didn't even go looking for Sazz?

In the intro... Howard is walking a dog? Not his cat?

What the fuck?! They did not find Sazz... :(

Again, What the fuck??

At least Charles is worried...

Funny that Mabel is now crashing at Olivers place when he crashed at her place before.

O: "Donna and Cliff have pulled their financing! For 'bail' and 'defense attorneys', some stupid shit like that!!"

Not stupid to them!

Oliver is so dramatic.

C: "Hey, I'm sorry about all this but it could be worse. All morning, I have been hearing this whistling sound. I might have a brain tumor" O: "Look, don't try to cheer me up."

Howard got a puppy! Why did he come to Charles apartment?

Awww Gravy is cute. A goldie!

Okay... did Gravy used to work as a cadaver dog?

Lmao...

Oh my god! The corpse is not there anymore but Gravy did smell the blood Mabel smelled.

That really is a bit of a bizarre scene of New York... and if it is a Godzilla movie why is it important that the one grandpa needs help with his microwave? ... is it a parody movie?

Bev Melon...

Bev is a freak.

The Brothers... yeah I can see how that is confusing.

Trina and Tawny Brothers

They don't look Identical. And... they are kind of weird.

Bev: "Oliver who we want to strangle and cuddle at the same time. And Charles, everyone's un-fun uncle with his grouchy, little turtle face. And Mabel, with your traumatized, homeless, jobless, mumbling millennial charm stuck between these two old dudes."

I think that would be the point when I jam on the breaks. Jeebus fuck, Bev.

Bev: "Oh, we don't need to do numbers. You can just have your lawyers call business affairs."

Fucking hell, Bev.

... they don't have lawyers... I assume. Mabel certainly has none.

What the fuck?

"Howdy!"

Sidney...

C: "Well, let's get into this gas guzzler"

When they are in the limo and stand up, I can't help but remember the Bob's Burgers episode in which they are told they can't do it because so many people lost their heads because of the movie "Big" with "Thomas Hanks". Nat (the limo driver) is great.

OH! Okay... the stop Oliver wanted to do was to get burgers. Of course he needs food.

What is up with all those Western motifs? What is up with that?

C: "I'm Eugene Levy?" M: "I'm Eva Longoria." Eva: "Yeah." O: "I'm... I wanna say Tim." "I am Jack Black." (???????????) O: "Ah, that's it. Yeah." "I'm not Jack Black." Bev: "Oliver, that is Zach Galifi--" O: "Oh, yes! Zach Galifragilistic, of course." Zach: "Ha! I see what you're doing. People do this. You're trying to 'Beween two Ferns' me."

... Oliver really does not know him... well neither do I... who is this? I think I've seen him before but uhm... also let me check something.

"Between Two Ferns with Zach Galifianakis is an American talk show hosted by comedian Zach Galifianakis which features celebrity guests." ... I have never heard of this. Okay, I checked and I might recognize his voice as Felix Fishoeder from Bob's Burgers. And... that is probably it. I haven't even watched the Hangover movies and without the beard I did not recognize him at all.

... the age gap was creepy? Really?

The people who thought it's creepy need to check their reality.

Holy shit. Zach and Oliver do not get along. Like Zach is burning Oliver... holy shit.

Also it's amazing that Eugene is a fan of Charles. That is a fun twist.

They are equally awkward too.

Loretta!

That is actually a good advice, Eva.

Cowboys and whistling wind are motifs in this episode... maybe the season.

... omg Loretta and Oliver are so cute... and it looked like he almost asked her to marry him or something? Awww...

SCOTT BAKULA!

Okay, now I see why Sazz was also doing stunts for him. I always remember him younger.

They are breaking in.

Sirens blaring in LA is not worrysome at all.

Lester is great...

Howard: "No, it's Grave-y. Shewas a CADAVER DOG!" Called it!

And everything comes together.

So, where is the body?

The trash chute... of course.

Right in the incinerator...

Oh Sazz :(

... so how did they get on the other building to shoot Sazz and then got into the Arconia to get rid of the body?

[punkscowardschampions]

Site GC & Cali & Jali & Marly Pt.1

Ali: 🌠☄️⚡️💥🌠

Ali: Give me something to do

Moses: 🔥?

Ali: Reliably keeping the home fires burning 👏

Ali: Do yous want me to bring my drugs or my dealers, ‘cos I am a less reliable chemist atm

Bartley: Your mates will know better than to come ‘round our way

Bartley: So, you should invite them 👌

Ronan: What he said

Ali: They’re not real ones just 👶🚴

Ali: Carly knows them too, right?

Carly: cute 👶s 

Johnny: We don’t need any more scum on our site, keep them away

Ali: Not cute to you and you’re cool with my lacklustre offering, rodger that 

Carly: should be cool w how easy 🍭🍬 is to take from em

Carly: whats cuter than that? 🎀

Ali: Want to go see them first?

Ali: not feeling the ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 yet

Carly: 🌞☔️🌈

Ali: I think I left my wellies there, you can borrow ‘em

Carly: 👣💧🦆

Moses: 🔥 will still be burning when you’re done messing in puddles

Carly: grand ❤️🧡💛

Moses: cute

Ali: 😳👐🔥 or is it just me

Ronan: He’s giving it a lash there for sure, like

Carly: jealousy is 💚 & - craic to be sure, boy

Bartley: No one has time to be jealous with you, nor need, what they say

Carly: yer man there has loads to say for someone getting himself so 👅 tied w me

Ali: 😏

Ali: entirely too much talking is happening here, not enough doing

Carly: @ ro ro w my what she said 

Moses: If you’re gonna keep on playing with little boys, I’m afraid that’s not going to change, girls

Carly: v manly & 💪 to give it out to the others like theyre 👶

Moses: Come find us when you want to find out the difference, yeah

Bartley: Yeah, that don’t make them little girls, no? 🤔

Johnny: Enough

Bartley: You’re being dead creepy, Mosey boy, see

Carly: yous are all acting the maggot it’s been said

Carly: quit your messing theres a 🔥 to start

Ronan: She’s a point there

Moses: I’m the only one doing anything, none of yous can talk ‘til you’re bothering yourselves up

Carly: 🥺 ah poor 👶

Ali: You need to get in the party spirit, lads

Carly: 🎇🥳🍄😵‍💫💥🤩🌟🥴✨😝☄️

Ali: You know the line…

Johnny: Move yourselves is my line

Ali: And they do all seem to listen when you talk

Ali: must be oldest perks

Johnny: It’s knowing what’s good for ‘em sense

Carly: 💪🥊🤕

Bartley: You wish, women aren’t allowed at fights

Carly: sure look 🙄🥱

Carly: I’m a lover not a fighter, yous would be wise to catch yourself on more that way

Bartley: Tell John boy

Johnny: A girl don’t tell me a thing

Ali: Unless they have a good idea

Johnny: And that you’ve not, the good idea was on Moses

Ali: What’s a 🔥 without company though, no offence, Moses

Ronan: Full offence all of yous, she is better company

Carly: aw thats the spirit 💞🥰💕

Ali: 😁 I could be inclined to be now

Moses: You’re welcome

Carly: I don’t have faves, youre always welcome, mosey

Moses: What a backhanded compliment, Carls 😏

Carly: 🖐🍑 if you want but u know what I meant

Bartley: We got it

Carly: all love all the time, even for you, b boy

Ali: 🌞🍄🌈🍃

Ronan: I don’t have faves btw, Carls

Carly: you best not 🍯🍓🍦🍑🍒🍍🍉🍰

Moses: Peace and love, is it, Ro?

Ronan: She has her charms too, need showing again, is it, Mosey boy?

Moses: As I said, you’re welcome

Carly: don’t you love me no more? ☹️😢

Moses: Christ, you messer

Carly: I think you're unreal idk y youre being like this to me 💔👿

Bartley: 🤣🤣🤣

Ali: Shut up, Bart

Moses: I’m not being like nothing

Carly: I’d help you w the 🔥 but I’m a girl

Carly: they’d only chuck us on it 🔮📿🧿

Moses: We’ve got it handled, you don’t need to worry yourself

Ali: [Private to Carly]

Ali: Are you okay? 🔮💛

Carly: yea 🎱

Ali: Do you really not have favourites?

Carly: not of the lads 🪀💜

Carly: do you?

Ali: I don’t know, not yet

Ali: I thought maybe you really really loved Moses

Carly: thats gas 😅

Carly: today I don’t even like him 💔👿

Ali: It does sound it now 🙃 but I was 💭 I’d feel like a total dick if I didn’t do more than tell Bart to shut up about it anyway

Carly: why you’re my fave 🐅🌻🪐🌞

Ali: 🤫 on not being one of the lads, eh

Carly: cos you could build a more savage 🔥 with your 👀 closed & they’d be ☹️😢

Ali: but we’ve got 🍆 envy

Ali: bless ‘em

Carly: number 7 when I’m bothering myself with number 2 

Carly: & they say they get it 🙄🥱

Ali: you have to pretend they do though, until you can guide them towards the actual answer, that’s what works best

Carly: 👶👶👶👶

Ali: a full-time occupation

Carly: I’d be fit to go work for a nursery like

Ali: You can’t leave school too, I’ll be TOO bored 🤯💀

Carly: [insert a generic as hell irish name here to be her mum’s because she’d insist you call her by it as you’re besties] would have us cleaning caravan 1st ⛓🧹🧼🧽🧺🔒 no tah 

Ali: Tell me about it

Ali: I’ll take babysitting these boys over my little brother any day of the week

Carly: hes sweet though

Ali: He might look it

Carly: he acts it w me 😇🍼🧸🌼🧃

Ali: 🤔

Carly: but hey all your brothers love me 

Ali: of course

Carly: 🍯🍓🍦🍑🍒🍍🍉🍰 how I said

Ali: Do you think Johnny would take me to see my brother?

Carly: he’d do anything u want

Ali: Yeah but

Ali: he’ll want to take the piss, when he realises what for and where

Carly: give him the best reason to keep his gob shut & he will

Carly: you’re his fave 🔮💙🍀

Ali: 🍯🍓🍦🍑🍒🍍🍉🍰 whether he deserves it or not

Carly: u deserve to see your brother

Carly: I’ll get [her mum] to take you if he’ll not

Ali: you’re the best

Ali: worth x1000

Carly: 😳🥺😵‍💫

Ali: because you’re sweet for real, not just to catch 🐻🐻🐻🐻

Carly: ily for real 🐝💛

Ali: do they hate us or love us

Ali: do you think they even know?

Carly: with site lads & me it’s always both 🌞☔️

Ali: I need to be that sure

Carly: theyre less sure of you too but that’s class

Ali: my ☘️s looking a little plastic

Carly: you’ll be grand theres still loads of 🔮💙

Ali: My ma did me that favour

Ali: I’m gonna ask him, fuck it

Carly: he’ll say yea but if he don’t we’ve a backup 🎲

Ali: [Carly’s mum] 🌟

Carly: go for it 🎯

Ali: 🏹💀

Ali: Distract the others? I’m not taking this to the public forum for a debate 🙄🥱

Carly: 🍆📏

Ali: I’ll owe you even more if you really have to witness that… again 😇

Carly: away with ye 🐝👼🏼🦋🧚🏼‍♀️🍃

Ali: 🥺😽😽

Ali: [Private to Johnny]

Ali: Can I talk to you, and not have to hear 3 other opinions and perspectives?

Johnny: Talk about what?

Ali: I’ve got a problem and maybe you could help

Johnny: With who? Those dealers, is it?

Ali: Of course not, they’re harmless

Ali: I need to go somewhere, it’s not that far and I can pay for petrol

Johnny: You don’t need to worry yourself about what it costs

Ali: I’m not trying to take the piss, like

Johnny: It’s never worked like that with favours, you know

Ali: yeah, I know

Ali: I need to go see my big brother, my parents don’t want me to but they’re thinking like I’m a kid who’d be scared to see where he is

Johnny: He’s in [whatever the place is called because of course you know everyone would, it’s town goss]

Ali: Yeah, that’s the one, bit too far to walk or bike without some prior planning at least

Johnny: I can take you

Ali: Really?

Johnny: Yeah

Ali: I proper appreciate it, seriously

Johnny: You’re no kid, your parents have that wrong

Ali: It’s an excuse anyway, for them not going, the proper kid they’ve got to look after

Ali: he’d get a better reception in prison, I know that

Johnny: And my opinion on how family matters are meant to be handled

Ali: I value your opinion, as a friend

Ali: no one can talk properly in a group chat

Johnny: It’s just us here now

Ali: I asked you because you don’t talk to fill space, not just because you’re older, you still aren’t old enough, technically

Johnny: The rules you’re talking about don’t apply to me, I live by the only ones that do

Ali: 🙏🙌?

Johnny: That’s part of it

Ali: It’s a shame I can’t set you up with my sister

Johnny: For her, my family’ll set me up when I’m ready to settle with a decent girl

Ali: Do you already know who, like a shortlist?

Johnny: It’s a community, we all know each other

Ali: I suppose so

Johnny: You wouldn’t marry a stranger, we’ve that in common

Ali: Intriguing in theory but terrible in practice

Ali: I don’t suppose I’ll marry anyone 

Johnny: You don’t hold any of the values we do

Ali: I don’t know about any, the compare and contrast hasn’t been that extensive

Johnny: You don’t behave like any of our girls would, it tells me enough

Ali: I’m not going to attempt to marry one of you, it’s okay

Johnny: You can’t, so

Ali: Shame for me, so I’ve heard

Johnny: I’ll hear from you when you’re looking to go

Ali: Aren’t you going to speak to me tonight?

Johnny: You pointed to the difference well enough, they’re all there then

Ali: I wasn’t pointing anything out to mean we can’t talk

Ali: I’m not a kid, like you said, I know you don’t like me like that

Johnny: I can’t be getting a word in, unless I keep on putting my foot down, like you said

Ali: That would require me to ignore you completely

Johnny: You probably should, like

Ali: Maybe

Ali: I have my own rules too though

Johnny: Yeah

Ali: See you later then

Johnny: Maybe

Ali: Please

Johnny: Yours and Carly’s sugar and spice thing don’t work on me

Ali: Hm but it does on Moses so you know I’ll be very bored if you don’t show 

Johnny: If I show it’s to keep him away from her

Ali: Understood

Johnny: Later then

Ali: What about the other two?

Johnny: What about them?

Ali: Do you care if they go near her?

Johnny: A word from me and they won’t

Ali: but you know how that looks

Johnny: I know everything I need to about it

Ali: Okay

Johnny: Tell her yourself and I’ll not have to

Ali: I can’t tell her what to do

Johnny: I can

Ali: Do you want me to be jealous?

Johnny: Are you?

Ali: I know when to be quiet too, like

Johnny: I don’t know that you do

Ali: You’re not going to take me at my word on that one?

Johnny: If you was one of us, yeah

Johnny: but your word’s no good as it goes

Ali: Should’ve known

Ali: wait and see doesn’t work in this situation

Johnny: No it don’t, I’d wait and see quiet’s the last thing you are

Ali: Only because you’ve been trying to leave for the last 10 minutes and I won’t let you

Johnny: I’m still here, there’s plenty enough for you

Ali: I’m grateful to you, about the brother thing

Ali: it’s not the only reason but a big one

Johnny: Family’s important

Ali: It is, more important than some of mine want it to be at the minute

Johnny: You’re not turning your back, that’s what matters

Ali: I couldn’t, it’s not an option to me

Johnny: It’s not meant to be an option for anyone

Ali: I’ll work out how to tell them, literally doing so hasn’t really worked so maybe I do talk too much 

Johnny: I’m not saying you do here to kick you when you’re down

Ali: I knew we were friends, boy

Johnny: No you didn’t, you don’t know what we are

Ali: Isn’t that half the fun?

Johnny: I knew you were having fun

Ali: Don’t you want me to?

Johnny: It’s a with not at thing

Ali: Oh my God

Ali: you think this is like… sex tourism, that I’m that arsehole???

Johnny: Your mate is, be careful who you hang ‘round after if you’re bothering yourself with what I think

Ali: She has to live where her mum makes her

Johnny: It don’t make her one of us and she wants to stop acting like it before she gets stopped

Ali: There must be a reason they’re tolerated here, have been

Johnny: Like you said, tourists are good for what they’re good for

Ali: Then you should like her

Johnny: If she left after 1 week or 2 I would

Ali: and I don’t care what you think, just if I’m being perceived like that at all

Johnny: You come across like a peeping Tom into my life, but you don’t care about our ways 

Ali: I care, I don’t try to adhere to them, because that’d be like I was pretending to be one of you

Johnny: You care about what’s fun for you, same as Carly

Ali: I ask everyone questions, I just like to know things

Ali: as it bothers you I won’t ask you more

Johnny: It’s not your playground

Ali: It’s yours, I know

Johnny: She’s too comfortable and now so are you

Ali: For your liking or just in general?

Johnny: Have a look about and see who’s looking back at you feeling disrespected

Ali: You’re the first person to bring it to my attention but I’ll be vigilant next time I visit

Johnny: You know, you can’t say you don’t, my work here’s done

Ali: I know that not everyone feels the same as you do

Ali: but sure, I’ve got some things to think about now

Johnny: You’re welcome for it

Ali: I’m not trying to think right now though so I better go

Johnny: Mind how you do go

Ali: You don’t need to concern yourself with that

Johnny: But I am concerned, so

Ali: Why?

Johnny: Carly has made enemies, sure, I’m not one of yours

Ali: You just think I’m a voyeur 

Johnny: And how am I wrong?

Ali: because I consider the people I come to see my friends, not a spectacle 

Johnny: I don’t know that I want my family having friends like you

Ali: You’ll have to take it up with them, I’m not refusing friendship on the basis of culture

Johnny: Being a culture vulture you wouldn’t, like

Ali: Keep insulting me like it changes anything

Johnny: If I was insulting you I’d say worse

Ali: Of course

Johnny: It’s a clash, culturally

Ali: In which my polite interest is unacceptable and you saying whatever you want about me is fair game

Johnny: In which you and Carly are trying to collect us like trophies

Ali: Maybe you’re just attractive, you’re doing yourself a disservice by making it all nefarious 

Johnny: It’s your game not mine

Ali: There’s no game

Johnny: Play it somewhere else

Ali: You don’t want to be collected, I got it

Johnny: Off you go then

Ali: Do you act like a dick just to counteract the nice thing you’re doing for me 

Ali: I wasn’t about to tell any more than you were

Johnny: You tell on yourself when you’re here

Ali: Not about that, it’s private

Johnny: Yeah, this warning wasn’t put in there for ‘em to contribute to either

Ali: Bart might back you

Johnny: I don’t need their backing, it’s me and you talking

Ali: Just saying what we both know, Ronan likes me and Moses doesn’t mind as long as he thinks I’ll sleep with him like a good tourist should

Johnny: I’m neither of them

Ali: I didn’t get your names confused, I know where I am

Johnny: I’ve got my own views and I do what I reckon is proper to

Johnny: you’re not Carly, don’t act like her when 1’s too many enough

Ali: and now I’m a bad imitation, charming

Johnny: You’re not’s what I’m saying 

Ali: You’re funny but also so confusing

Johnny: What’s confusing or funny?

Ali: You show that you hate me by being quite nice, or that you like me by being quite mean

Ali: either way, it’s topsy-turvy enough to be 🙃

Johnny: Taking you to see your brother is separate, he’s your brother

Ali: it’s not the singular nice thing you’ve ever done

Johnny: It probably is

Ali: and if I was playing a game, I’d use the dead sister, gone brother card all the time now

Ali: but I won’t

Johnny: There’s places you don’t go, or it won’t feel like a win

Ali: I hadn’t assumed I was playing fair

Johnny: I had, you’re trying to prove me wrong about you being amoral like her

Ali: You’re going to settle down when you’re like 16 

Johnny: Maybe I’ll be 18

Ali: How’d you get so serious

Johnny: Not wanting Carly don’t make me serious

Ali: I wasn’t aware you didn’t so

Johnny: Fun with, you read it, if you’re not against me I’ve got nothing to get serious over

Ali: I’m not planning a coup

Ali: all I want is… I don’t know

Johnny: Come find me when you know

Ali: Only if you can give it to me

Johnny: Yeah, but saying what we both know, what can’t I give you?

Ali: You don’t know what I want yet

Johnny: I’ve got it handled, whatever it is

Ali: Oh, alright then

Johnny: Wait and see does work here

Ali: I might make a list…

Johnny: You’re a girl it’s in your mind to

Ali: I don’t think that’s in the Bible

Johnny: It’s in my life experience

Ali: Make big promises, you want to cash them, that’s my experience

Johnny: Go big or home is universal

Ali: Must be 

Johnny: Everyone’s heard it

Ali: Inappropriate time to say you sounded like my brother, as you already think I’m going to hell

Johnny: Promising you’re not burning tonight don’t count as big

Ali: Appreciated, nonetheless

Ali: Don’t know how you’d dress to burn at the stake, not like I have though

Johnny: Moses would ask what you’re wearing

Ali: Yeah, he would 😅 like an old-school pervert in a phonebox

Johnny: I sounded like your brother how?

Ali: Not that one, I wasn’t slyly calling you mental

Ali: My other older brother, he has lots of mottos like that

Johnny: You’ve not been slagging me back half enough, maybe you do have some decency in you, a knowing of how to behave like a girl should

Ali: Hilarious

Ali: I’ll have to warn you when I feel like insulting you now

Johnny: Still playing fair there

Ali: I can’t help being a delight, sorry

Johnny: You’ve good as promised to delight me now

Ali: I do, it’s not intentional but you are welcome

Johnny: What’s intentional? I’d go for that instead of

Ali: That’s a wait and see

Johnny: How you’re dressed, is it?

Ali: Yeah, I can’t lie about it, that would look stupider

Johnny: You could lie about who it’s for

Ali: I don’t know any of you well enough for it to be more than an educated guess at what you’d want to see 

Ali: but it’s always intentional 

Johnny: Guessing what they want to look at don’t need much education, Carly knows

Ali: but it’s me and you talking right now

Johnny: And you’ve got more about you than her or we’d not be talking

Ali: I’m not going to join in bad-mouthing her, you know

Johnny: Loyalty is something else important

Ali: She’s nice to me, her ma was going to take me if you couldn’t

Johnny: How nice she is, what they say, is her trouble

Johnny: and her ma, you know

Ali: People have their reasons, usually things they can’t do much about

Johnny: Her reason being she don’t live by no rules, can do as she likes

Ali: Can she?

Johnny: Sure, she reckons it to be so

Ali: I wouldn’t say there are no consequences though, would you?

Ali: People at school are pretty awful to Carly, no doubt her mum gets a similar treatment

Johnny: Behave shocking, you’re treated shocking, way of the world, no?

Ali: If only it were that fair

Johnny: It is here

Ali: Perhaps they like the certainty

Johnny: You’d be needing to ask your mate about that, I don’t know

Ali: I’ll try to remember

Johnny: You letting me go now or what?

Ali: Maybe

Ali: how’s the fire coming along?

Johnny: It’s down to Moses how it is, I’ve my own things I’m busy with

Ali: Oh, I see, I’ll have to ask him then

Johnny: You will, I’m [doing something to fix that bike they are riding in those gifs but idk about that I’m not a mechanic like Alison is]

Ali: You could’ve told me, before I bothered walking all the way to Caleb’s instead

Johnny: There’s still work to be done before you’re not walking, tell you that

Ali: 😁

Johnny: You could be here passing me [whatever tools he needs for this, because that’s obvs her only job as a girl, rude sir she’s more capable than you]

Ali: Wow, I can’t believe you trust me to know what a [namedrop the most basic tool] is 

Johnny: I’d nod to it, you can follow where I’m looking, can’t you?

Ali: You’ll see, won’t you

Johnny: What you keep on saying

Ali: We can pretend I just stood there and watched, it’s okay

Johnny: You’re dressed for nothing else, you reckon

Ali: How sweet, you care about my laundry

Johnny: I’ve sisters, I know what they care about

Ali: You’re adorable

Johnny: You’re a girl, what you trying to fight that for?

Ali: I don’t think I am?

Johnny: You don’t think you’re a girl, how’s that?

Ali: No, I know I’m a girl, that just means something different to you

Johnny: Yeah, yous have lost what it means

Ali: Can’t it mean both, or however many things we want it to?

Johnny: No

Ali: At least you’re to the point

Johnny: You don’t have proper men in your life, that’s your trouble

Ali: Do you think travellers are happier than us lot, on the whole?

Johnny: Than yours, I’ve heard about all your brothers

Johnny: and your sisters

Ali: Hardly a fair comparison, everyone knows we’re fucked up

Johnny: I could say I don’t know no unhappy travellers and you’d go I wasn’t being fair there, I’m biased or whatever 

Ali: just asking one of my many questions

Ali: Maybe you’ve got the right idea, I’m not claiming to

Johnny: We do marry your lot sometimes, not my family, but there are travellers who would

Ali: You’re strict

Ali: I got that

Johnny: It’s a community, you don’t agree with everyone in yours

Ali: Maybe no one, starting to seem

Johnny: Keeping it going, how it’s been and is meant to be, is important

Ali: Well, it was kind of you to say there’s hope for me yet

Johnny: I’m not a monster, like

Ali: Will you invite me to your wedding?

Johnny: You’d have to be yourself, it’s not for non-travellers

Ali: 😏

Johnny: You’ve time, some of my uncles waited ‘til they were 21

Ali: I’ve never been to a wedding

Johnny: I’ve not been to one of yours, can’t say what they’re about

Ali: Depends on all sorts, what sort of religious you are or aren’t, how minted, how much you like attention

Johnny: Will we crash one and see?

Ali: Umm, YES

Ali: That’s the best idea you’ve had today

Johnny: Hey now, Moses got in before me, can’t be helped

Ali: He’s trying harder to impress, that’s all

Johnny: Ah sure, he does need to at most things

Ali: What happened to loyalty, eh? 😉

Johnny: Ask it of him if you can get a word in between him and Carly

Ali: You can be the cockblock

Johnny: Thanks a million

Ali: Doesn’t seem like the sort of thing a girl should get in the middle of, like, so sorry 

Johnny: Happy to go along when it suits

Ali: She’s mad at him anyway, I happen to know

Johnny: We both know she’s not

Ali: Perhaps not enough to save your evening, no

Johnny: You don’t need to worry yourself for my evening

Ali: That means you’re going to ignore me

Johnny: It means she don’t matter enough it’s written off

Ali: It’ll happen anyway, even if your face makes him wait ‘til he reckons you’re not looking

Johnny: And on his head it’ll be, her and the trouble she brings

Ali: We’ve got a bike to fix anyway

Johnny: I have, you’re to watch me, girl

Ali: You expect me to watch you all night

Johnny: Get out of it with your thinking it’ll take all night

Ali: It will if you don’t let me help

Johnny: You’ll not tell ‘em?

Ali: Nor ruin your bike, I’ve mended my dad’s loads

Johnny: Maybe you can help

Ali: I can, you just have to let me

Johnny: Just with [something easy but not piss easy af so he’s giving her the tiniest ever bit of credit lol tis progress]

Ali: Alright

Ali: It’s a date 🔩🧰🔧

Johnny: I’ve parts to go for now but I’ll see you when I’m back

Ali: That’s okay, gives me time to hang out with Ronan or he’ll be pissed off with me

Johnny: He’s better taste than his brother has

Ali: You heard, he doesn’t have favourites

Johnny: I did

Ali: but we’re friends, when he used to go to school, we had some lessons together

Johnny: I knew he never liked school for itself

Ali: Who does? It’s beyond boring if you don’t make it fun yourself

Johnny: He’s there to learn to write and the like, not make friends with you

Ali: I didn’t stop him, did I

Johnny: You’re stopping me here, maybe, so

Ali: Fine, fine, go on then

Johnny: Later, Ali

Ali: 👋 In a bit

Carly: [Private to Moses because Winnie insists]

Carly: are you 😤😠 @ me?

Moses: At you? Why would I be…

Carly: idk but u can say if you are

Moses: You didn’t need to ask if I loved you, did you

Carly: I’m sorry

Carly: & for calling you unreal in front of the others

Moses: Yeah, so you knew what you did wrong

Carly: yea, I’m sorry though

Moses: Are you?

Carly: I’ll keep saying it if you want

Moses: just tell me why you’re sorry

Carly: for the others slagging u, like

Carly: I don’t want you to be 😤😠 or 😳 cos of me

Moses: Nah, don’t trouble yourself

Moses: I don’t care that much, you must be thinking of my little brother

Carly: what else do you want me to be sorry for?

Moses: I don’t

Moses: just don’t make me look like that again

Carly: k, sorry

Carly: again, for you

Moses: Sorry is boring, Carls

Moses: do better

Carly: I’m picking up you can have the best 🍭🍬

Moses: That’s more like it, hopes it can be a proper party aren’t totally dead

Carly: it’ll be a deadly party, I’ll bring it

Carly: 🎇🥳🍄😵‍💫💥🤩🌟🥴✨😝☄️ how I said 

Moses: It needs to be, been too quiet lately

Carly: 1 thing I’m not never, you’ll be my friend again before u know ❤️🧡💛

Moses: 😏 True enough, you were talking way too much, don’t remind me

Carly: shut me up then, boy

Moses: Not yet, no

Carly: it’s not a no never 

Moses: I’m not shooting myself in the foot because you were being a gobshite

Carly: 😄 my gob’s good for too much else, sure

Moses: Fuck’s sake 😆

Carly: & I do think youre unreal 👀💙🌊🌌

Moses: So you’re with me tonight, got it?

Carly: 🥺 yea

Moses: If you go anywhere near any of the others, I won’t even look at you for a month

Carly: what others? I’m w you

Moses: I better start being nice to you then, hadn’t I

Carly: you can still be 😤😠 I’ve not fixed it for you yet

Moses: I know what you like, subtle as that were

Carly: subtle is - craic, no fun 

Moses: A smidgen wouldn’t hurt, at times

Carly: I’ll make it up to you however you like

Moses: Fair, it is pretty good craic winding Johno up for me

Carly: now he don’t love me seriously

Moses: He’s moody, don’t you worry about him

Carly: he’s scary

Moses: oh just to girls like yourself, no one else is taking his stropping too serious

Carly: I am a girl like myself so

Moses: I’ll look after you

Carly: 🥺 k I can’t talk too much if thats what you’re saying

Moses: I’m nice to people who are nice to me

Moses: you’re not scared of me, are you?

Carly: I like how I’m scared of you 

Moses: Good answer, like

Carly: & you’ll look after me, you’ve said it now

Moses: because you’re going to make it worth my while

Moses: if you’re throwing yourself at everyone in vicinity, you get what you deserve and that’s not protection

Carly: I’ll do what you tell me to do

Moses: It would be a shame if you got hurt, you know

Moses: it’d give me no pleasure to see it

Carly: I’m about giving pleasure it’s all I want 🌺🐝

Moses: If you give it to me, you’re guaranteed to get it back

Carly: I’ll give you what you want too

Moses: You’re very sweet

Carly: ah I have tried to let you know it

Carly: maybe it were too subtle for you 🍯🍓🍦🍑🍒🍍🍉🍰

Moses: and maybe you got lost

Carly: I think I know my way round, don’t worry yourself about that

Moses: You really shouldn’t waste your time with the younger ones, you know

Carly: give me something to do & I’ll not bother

Moses: Are you with your friend right now?

Carly: yea but where do you want me & I’ll be there? 🐝🦋🍃

Moses: Yous need to pick up first, don’t rush

Moses: you could send me something though

Carly: k wait 💙

Carly: [and obvs do because this is who you are, ofc you will]

Moses: Do you like her?

Carly: I love her

Carly: do u like her?

Moses: I like you more, promise

Carly: you’re the lad I like most

Moses: That’s smart of you

Carly: I’ve not been called smart before

Moses: You’re proper smart, when you remember to act it

Carly: remind us when I need it & nothing has to go wrong 🌞🌚

Moses: I might

Carly: [send him something else to sweeten the deal here]

Moses: How am I meant to keep my hands to myself

Carly: you’re never meant to, like

Moses: I’m not meant to go near you but

Carly: but forbidden 🍎🍐🍊🍋🍌🍉🍇🍓🍈🍒🍑🍍🥝 you’ve to eat me

Moses: Tell your mate she’s gonna have to miss you

Carly: 😋 will I walk home? 

Moses: Can’t you run?

Carly: I’ll be 😵‍💫 but sure that feels grand too 🌌🚀🌠🪐☄️

Moses: Poor baby, what you said, was it?

Carly: I don’t remember

Carly: no comment, can it be? 😶

Moses: You’ll be feeling shy when I get you in front of me

Carly: I feel I’m about to drown when round you 👀💙🌊

Moses: I want to see how red you can go

Carly: 🍓🍒🍎❤️

Moses: You want to drown, I’ll make it happen

Carly: watch you don’t yourself making me so 💦🌊

Moses: You gonna let me feel it when you get here

Carly: with all the parts of your body you want

Moses: You won’t be able to ignore that part of me

Carly: I can’t ever, had me thinking about it all the time

Moses: The way you look at me isn’t subtle

Carly: sorry

Moses: no you’re not

Carly: I’m sorry I can’t run no faster

Moses: Me too

Moses: but you’ll be happy that I’ve got no patience left when you do get here

Carly: please can’t you come get me?

Moses: I can’t walk never mind run

Carly: y can’t you drive, you can even hammered I’ve seen it

Moses: The idea of you crawling holds too much appeal rn

Carly: [do it because obviously]

Carly: theres that to watch back much as you like, so please 🙏💙

Moses: You’ve no shame, have you

Carly: catholic guilt passed my caravan by

Carly: nanny tried but I’m a girl like me, yea

Moses: I’ll show you what you’re missing in the car

Carly: you said you’d be nice to me & I’ve fucked my knees up for you w that carry on 🍓❤️

Moses: No rest for the wicked

Carly: am I though or am I 😇🙏💙

Moses: Oh, you want to be a good girl now, is it

Carly: for you

Carly: best girl you’ve ever ever had

Moses: I’ll still fuck you ‘til you can’t breathe, doesn’t matter how well you behave now, I want it

Carly: til I go ❤️💜💙

Moses: Say it’s what you’re after

Carly: I want it

Carly: I’ve been after you to fuck me for forever, years & years

Moses: By God, you’re such a state

Carly: you got me in it only u can fix it

Moses: I never did but I’m glad you’ve no daddy around

Carly: me too

Moses: What I can offer is better

Carly: hes making no offers but don’t let that make you less than unreal

Moses: Is he really a traveller? No one knows him

Carly: [her mum, I need to give you a name ma’am] don’t know him neither

Carly: what can I say but ah sure look, you know 🔮🎱

Moses: She is the one that made you this state, sure

Carly: don’t you love me? 😏

Moses: Don’t start that again, you

Carly: start your car up & I’ll behave 

Moses: Joker, that’s what you are

Moses: but I’ll be on my way

Carly: cute of you not to call us a 🤡 there I wanna keep on w being smart

Moses: You barely wear any slap compared to most the girls I know

Carly: my hands are too shaky

Moses: Not the only one with that little problem neither

Carly: but if you want me to for later I can ask ali to help me

Moses: I’ll have to think about that one

Carly: k let us know when youve decided

Moses: You are too innocent looking

Carly: why ive to act up so hard for you to see I’m not

Moses: oh I know

Carly: not yet but youre on your way to knowing 🚗❤️💜💙

Moses: So shut your mouth for now and I’ll be there before you know it

Carly: [a video of her holding her breath for the drowning of it all]

Moses: That’s not distracting at all

Carly: will I stop then?

Moses: We both know the answer to that

Carly: cos I need you to stop me

Moses: I’m no babysitter

Carly: I’m not your baby, you don’t talk to me like that

Moses: Neither of us would like that

Carly: but if it’s a show youre after like I’m a kid & I’m making you watch you can see how I can fit my ✊ in my mouth, it exists here on my phone for the craic

Carly: [and do send him that cos why wouldn’t you]

Moses: How much of a show-off you are reminds me of Bart

Carly: for that one I am sorry 😶

Moses: 😏 you really should be

Carly: I really am

Moses: He’s less of a smart arse than Ro but it’s still not working for me

Carly: I only 💭 you might like it lads at school did

Moses: I already told you the difference between little boys and men

Carly: yea though I need showing still

Moses: Someone’ll have to

Carly: you have to I cant ignore no part of u no more

Moses: I’ll still give you a lift

Moses: have to see if you can turn me on again

Carly: when you see how much I am

Moses: How do I know that’s not for your dealer, or your pal, hmm?

Carly: cos I legged it from em on your say

Moses: Good thing they don’t make her pay, be pretty poor behaviour, that

Carly: she’ll forgive me, what about you?

Moses: To be decided, nightmare

Carly: you know its all for u to decide

Carly: everything you do or don’t do to me

Moses: You can ask very nicely and I’ll debate if it’s more fun making you sweat it first

Carly: please 

Moses: What d’ya want, girl?

Carly: you

Moses: yeah, and why’s that?

Carly: cos you keep on being more & more unreal

Moses: That is pretty nice, well done

Carly: I’m not good at this but I hope you know what I mean & it’s some sense

Moses: You’re much cuter when you’re nervous and not trying so hard anyway

Carly: I’m always nervous about you

Moses: You can trust me

Moses: I will give you what you need, even if I play with you a bit first

Carly: idc I just want to give you what you need

Moses: Yeah?

Carly: yea 😳🌺

Moses: You can stay in my ‘van, as long as you don’t let anyone see you leaving

Carly: I swear I’ll be invisible then like, in the ☁️s

Moses: Just how long do you want to keep me happy

Carly: as long as youre happy w me I’ll keep on

Moses: Maybe I’ll let you be a regular visitor then

Carly: I hope it’ll be so 🔮🎲🍀🐇🌠

Moses: You can tell Ali but that’s it

Carly: you can trust me too

Moses: Let’s not get carried away, nightmare

Carly: whether my da’s a traveller or no, I’m up on how this works, boy & I know what you want

Carly: I’ll say nothing to the others

Moses: If you’re to start it, I’m the one who can make your life hell

Moses: you be sure to know and keep knowing that

Carly: I’m only after heaven from you

Moses: 😅 Alright, sweetheart, you knew who to come to for it, give you that

Carly: yea

Moses: Lucky, could be letting one of the others bore you to tears right about now

Carly: but you wouldn’t cos you want to be the 1st lad I’ve let do things to me & 🍀 yourself

Moses: What have you done, how far have you gone?

Carly: only just 💋 some

Moses: Wow

Carly: I told you I want you for it

Moses: you can have it

Carly: & you’ll look after me how you said?

Moses: Promise, like

Carly: cos I wasn’t gonna give u the knowing of how special you are but I’ve gone & told you now

Moses: now I’ll be careful, otherwise I would’ve ended up hurting you by mistake

Carly: idc if u hurt me do what you want

Moses: You’d care

Carly: I care if you think I’m a 👶 now

Moses: If I thought you were a baby, I’d steer clear of you, leave you for my brother

Carly: don’t just cos I can’t shut up & said I’ve not done this before 😳🍒

Moses: I’m going to take it, you’ll compare everyone after to me

Carly: I’ll think of you forever

Moses: You’ll miss me

Carly: you’ll miss me too when you’re married

Moses: That’s a while away, I’m not Johno

Carly: can I be a regular visitor til its not a while away?

Moses: Long as you don’t give me a reason why not, sure, why wouldn’t I want a visitor like you

Carly: 😁☁️🌼🌻🍀🌞🌈🌚🌟

Moses: dope, come get in the car

Carly: [literally run and do that gal for better or worse lol]

[stingerking]

YO.. H-HOW?! THAT'S SO DAMN AWESOME! >:0

It's so cool!! I love the design :000

Creepy, mysterious, and majestic ✨✨

10/10, it fits your art style so well ✨

(literally my sona (s) are just some gas masked and a plague doctor phantasy dudes :v)

Concept art of my sona's new desing still i have to modify or change certain aspects of this desing but its starting to take some form.

I decided to take the biblicaly acurate angel vibe of my sona a bit more in count for this desing,more precisely the seraphin aspect taking in count a that he's a fallen one

Any advise is apreciated id like a second opinion on the desing.

Anyhow have a good day,evening or night,remember to touch some grass and to drink water.

Crow out.

[marveloussupernerd]

Hi! I saw your request open….can I request about….how Jumin’s life after he found out MC died because of bomb in one of his Bad Ending, the one where Jumin let MC got back to Rika apartment and Unknown was waiting there? You can ignore this if you want to. It’s totally fine! Thank you for reading this!

If I Had Only Stopped You - Jumin Han

Damn anon. You rlly did this. Y’all thrive off of me writing angst and I wouldn’t have it any other way. BUT for the first time, there will not be a part two and this does not end happily <3

Summary: V convinces Jumin to let you go home for the night before the party. Jumin can’t get rid of the bad feeling he has… and it turns out he was right

Warnings: character death, angst, spoilers for Jumin bad ending 3

And there you had gone. Not from lack of trying to get you to stay. But you were insistent, V was insistent, Zen was pissed — he had to let you go.

He only hoped you’d wear the dress he gave you tomorrow. Tomorrow. He grabbed the ring box he had purchased the day before and put it in his pants pocket for tomorrow. He was going to propose. He couldn’t imagine life without you, and didn’t want to.

He had finally found out what it felt like to belong to somebody so intimately and personally. You knew all his deepest secrets and didn’t shy away from him despite them: they only made you embrace him more.

He let a small smile cross his features as he thought about what you would be doing now, in Rika’s apartment. Hopefully you’d be trying on your dress, twirling in front of the mirror, thinking about him…

His phone started to ring: a pleasant surprise if it was you who was calling.

It was Zen.

Sighing, Jumin picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Is she with you?” Zen’s voice was frantic.

“No, she just left. She didn’t leave because you told me to let her go, mind you. It was just time and I-“

“I had a dream,” Zen stated, his voice gravely serious.

Jumin knew better than to distrust Zen’s prophetic dreams after what had happened with Elizabeth. He sucked in a deep breath. “What happened in it?”

“Just trust me when I say we can’t let her enter that apartment. I’ll call her. You call your driver dude. Hurry!”

Zen hung up the phone abruptly.

Jumin wasn’t sure what the details of the dream were, but he thought it better he didn’t know. He dialed Driver Kim’s number and sent you a text while it was ringing.

Are you okay? Zen had a dream and you shouldn’t be in your apartment

“Hello?”

“Driver Kim! Uh, yes. Did you drop her off yet?” Jumin asked, trying desperately to control his voice so he sounded less frantic than he actually was.

“I just did, Sir.”

“No!” Jumin shouted out without thinking. “I mean, can you still see where she is?”

“I can’t Sir. I’m already on my way back.”

Jumin took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Alright then. Hurry back. And when you get back I need you to take me to where you dropped her off.”

He hung up the phone immediately, then called Zen back.

“She’s not answering!” Zen forced out. “I’m getting on my bike and riding there.”

“Stay calm. You don’t even know where she lives.”

“How can you stay calm at a time like this!” Zen yelled. “Listen, in my dream, some creepy guy came and… it’s not like he took her away Jumin. He killed her.”

The line went silent. Neither knew what to say next.

Finally, Jumin spoke up. “I’m having my driver take me to where he dropped her off. I’m calling V and asking for the exact address. If you can get there sooner, even better. Luciel knows where she’s at.”

“Okay. I’ll call him. If anything happens, call me!!!!!!”

Jumin tried to stay composed as he got into Driver Kim’s car, urging him to step on the gas and drive as quickly as possible — he didn’t care about paying for speeding tickets. He had gotten in contact with V and V was going to meet him at the apartment. At this point it was a race to who could get there first.

And you weren’t answering your calls. Or texts. What the devil was going on?

The second the car hit traffic, Jumin was opening the door, running out into the street and towards your apartment.

But he wasn’t fast enough.

An explosion of color lit up the night sky. First he saw it. Then he heard the unmistakeable boom. Then he felt the heat from the fire.

The apartment had blown up.

His mouth agape, brain not working, he did the one thing he could. He started sprinting to the door of the apartment building.

V and Zen tackled him, running out in front of him, pushing him away from the building and not letting him out of their grasp.

Jumin pushed against them but was no match for the two men in front of him. He struggled until he saw a fire truck roll up to the building and tons of firemen run inside.

When he stopped struggling, he turned his attention to V. “Please. Let me tell them what floor she’s on at least,” he begged his friend.

Zen looked over to V, raising an eyebrow to see what move he would make. V took a brief moment to think, then settled on his decision. “I’ll go talk to them.” He turned to Zen. “You stay here with him.”

Jumin knew he couldn’t argue with V. He set his jaw and stood there, watching his friend’s every movement as he talked to one of the working men. Zen may have been talking to him, but he wouldn’t know it. His ears were ringing, his heart rate increasing, he had never felt like this before.

Next the ambulances came. The air smelled like smoke, debris, bonfires.

It was probably ten minutes of standing there in anticipation before they brought the first stretcher out. He knew you wouldn’t walk out; no, the explosion was way too close to you. But as long as your face was uncovered, it would all be okay.

V stayed near the front of the building, eyes clearly scanning the feature. He looked back up at Jumin, shaking his head. Not you.

The third stretcher was a match. Jumin could tell by the way V straightened his posture immediately, walking alongside the paramedics rolling the stretcher. Zen put a hand on Jumin’s arm but he broke past it immediately, going into a full-out sprint to catch up to you.

“What’s the condition?” He asked nobody in particular as he caught up to you, walking at the same pace as V and the others.

“Who are you?” One of the paramedics asked him.

“I- Uh. I’m the- well… I was going to propose tomorrow.” It was his first time acknowledging it. He had to swallow the lump in his throat.

V stopped walking. “You were?”

Jumin let out a small breath. “Yeah.” He forced a smile, but it was small and sad. He looked back up to the responders. “Anyways.”

“Critical condition. We’re going straight to the hospital,” they explained, loading the stretcher into the ambulance.

“Let me go with you,” Jumin pleaded.

The guy at the front of the ambulance sighed then shrugged. “It’s supposed to be family only, but come on in. And hold on tight. We’re going to move fast.”

Jumin took a seat in the ambulance, resting a hand on your cheek. It was the first time he had taken a minute to look at you: your hair singed from the fire, blood seeping from your head where you must’ve hit the wall from the explosion. Most notably, though, was the blue dress adorned on your body. The very one Jumin had given you to wear tomorrow. You must have been trying it on after all, deciding how to wear your hair with it for the party. Your skin was severely burnt, but he tried to pay it no mind. Instead, he focused all his energy on his ounce of Christianity that still clung on from his childhood and pray.

It was the worst ride of his life. You had flatlined before you had even gotten to the hospital. Despite a few attempts, they couldn’t save you. He could buy a lot of things but he couldn’t buy you more time.

And so there he was, standing in the front waiting area of the emergency room, waiting for V and Zen who would be here any minute.

Zen walked in first, urgently, but he froze immediately when he saw Jumin. His face fell. “Tell me you’re kidding,” he whispered. Jumin shook his head.

“I’m going home. I trust you’ll tell V,” Jumin stated, his voice completely devoid of emotion. He pulled out his phone and texted Driver Kim, starting to walk out of the hospital.

“Wait man!” Zen grabbed his arm, stopping him. Jumin could have pushed past him easily, but he didn’t have the energy to do so. “You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

Jumin shook his head. “There’s nothing I could have done. It’s the natural way of things.” And with that he moved away from Zen, out the door and into the night.

He didn’t show any emotion. There was no reason to. Outbursts of emotion didn’t fix a problem; in fact, they typically made the problem worse. He was silent the whole car ride home, in the elevator, until he made it back to the penthouse.

He walked into his room and slumped down on the bed. His eyes caught the suit hanging, the one he was to wear tomorrow. He let out a humorous laugh. He supposed he had to let out some sort of sound before his body exploded, much like the building you had been settled in only and hour and a half earlier, twirling in your fancy dress he bought you to get engaged in.

The suit was just sitting there, taunting him. With what little energy he had left, he walked over and reached his hand in the pocket, pulling out the tiny box he had placed there earlier this evening.

How sickening.

He let the ring fall to the floor, then before he knew it, tore the suit jacket off the hanger, effectively ripping the sleeve off of its seams.

That made him feel better.

He opted not to rip the buttons off his dress shirt and instead get something to drink. He scavenged through his wine cooler. 1945 French Pinot. That would be the one.

His father had gotten it for his birthday the year he reached the legal age to drink. 1945s we’re hard to come across since production had practically halted due to the war. He had been saving it all these years for a special occasion.

He had taken it out of his stash and put it in the cooler last night. He had intended to drink it tomorrow evening with his fiancée to celebrate.

It was stupid to save a wine anyways.

He grabbed the corkscrew and started getting to work on opening the bottle. Problem was the stupid thing wouldn’t come out. Dammit! He pulled with all his might on the screw, sending the cork flying and the bottle thudding on the table.

His palm was gashing blood from said corkscrew slicing into his skin.

A knock at the door stopped him from further catastrophe. He almost half expected it to be you. God, he was an idiot.

There she was. Debatably one of the last faces he wanted to see tonight. Chief Assistant Jaehee Kang.

He shook his head. “I’m not doing any more work tonight.” He shut the door.

Jaehee, however, caught it. “It’s not work. I heard.”

He felt his resolve crumble, his face fall. This was his assistant; she was allowed to see him even at his worst.

“I’m sorry,” Jumin whispered. “This isn’t easy for anyone. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

Jaehee shook her head, making her way inside. “Let’s not talk about it. What happened to your hand?”

Jumin chuckled, his laugh with actual emotion this time: not joy, but an incredulous laugh for what ridiculous happenings had just taken place. “I was opening a bottle of wine.”

“It looks like you were opening your hand, Mr. Han,” Jaehee stated blankly. She caught herself: “With all due respect, of course.”

Jaehee ran off to grab a bandage for his hand while Jumin fished for two wine glasses: one for each of them.

When half the bottle was gone and a quarter of the pain from the cut and not even an ounce of pain from the loss, Jaehee finally opened her mouth. “So what’s next?”

Jumin sighed. “Marry Sarah. Get an heir to the company.”

“You hated Sarah. And we have all these things to expose about her and her sister.”

Jumin took a minute to think about what she said. She was right. That match wouldn’t work for him or his father. “Then whoever my mother picks out. She’s had six different arranged marriages lined up for me in the past.”

“You’ve really given up on love?”

Jumin shrugged. “When the only two people you’ve ever fallen in love with leave alone quickly in such bizarre, macabre circumstances, what choice do you have?”

An uncomfortable silence washed over them before Jaehee finally cleared the air. “I miss Rika too. I have a feeling this is the end for the RFA.”

“We can’t even keep a coordinator for more than ten days anymore,” Jumin commented. It almost felt like he was looking at it all from the outside. It was easier this way. This was how he always handled these emotionally charged situations. It’s how he was raised to handle them.

He thought he could react differently. And then all hope of that blew up in his face. Quite literally.

“I think I’m going to retire to bed.” Jumin stood up from his chair. “Thank you for the company.”

Jaehee stood as well. “Jumin, take all the time you need. The company can wait.”

“The party tomorrow is cancelled I imagine.”

Jaehee nodded curtly. “I sent out the emails regarding it earlier this evening.”

“Then I have the day off tomorrow to recuperate. I will be back at work the following day.”

“You don’t have-“

“But I will. Good night Assistant Kang.”

And as promised, he was there the following day at work, throwing himself into the company. From this point on he would keep to himself and follow what was best for the company. It was clear that anything he got emotionally involved in self-destructed anyways.

AN i am drunk sorry if this is bad :( someone request smth fluffy for me to wake up to tmr pls