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Don't be so stupid

Could you do a rough kinky Jerome smut?

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I straighten the covers and place the money in my safe box under the bed. Another night of work. I laugh at my own statement. Ha! Work! All you do is take rejected men’s money for a wild time.

I haven’t been doing this long. Only a couple months, but I’ve made more money than you can believe!

I know how people look at me. I see the stares of shame. How some women cross the street trying to get as far away from me as possible like they might catch something.

They wouldn’t. I don’t let any man go there. Only one man has ever taken me there. Only one man I will ever let go beyond the methods I use on other men. No one has touched me since the day he was murdered.

As I scrub the filth away from my body I think back to how Jerome took me. He had different ways of making me feel head over heels. Some nights he would take me hard and rough where the bed would get close to breaking, than other nights when he was feeling love sick he would worship me. He would thrust passionately kissing my body and telling me how beautiful I am.

I step out of the shower leaving the painful memories behind. I wrap a towel around my body and go down to the kitchen to make a drink. I get out the ingredients for a rock hard drink but then a knock on the door interrupts me.

I sigh and open it to see a man with cash in hand. He raises his brow and pushes past me. Is this really my life? He throws the money at me and sits on the sofa.

I walk over to him and set the cash on the hood in his trousers. “It’s late.” I say and make my way to the door to open it for him. He laughs and throws the cash at me with force. “Suck it whore.” This man was clearly drunk and out of his mind to think he can talk to me like that.

Though financial worries enter my brain. I need the money. I need it to get away from here. I sigh and rest on my knees giving the man what he paid for.

Once done I stand up quickly and feel like I should rinse my mouth out with bleach. Just then another knock rings out. A loud one. One of demand.

I move to open the door. “I can see why you’re so popular dollface.” I grasp the handle hard and turn to him with a displeased expression. “Don’t-” “CALL HER THAT!” A screaming voice beats me to it. I know that voice.

I open the door thinking I’m crazy. I’m hearing voices again. I swing open the door to see him. “J-Jer-” he places his finger against my lips and strides into the room seeing the man. He turns to me with fire in his eyes. “Did he touch you?” I shake my head gripping my towel closer to my body scared.

Jerome comes closer and I take in his appearance. Staples? I have to say it’s not his worst look.

The man on the couch scoffs. “No. She never lets anyone get in there. To stubborn. I’ve got to say she makes up for it man. Come here and sit. She does magic.” Jerome laughs. “Oh I know. She’ll ride me like a good girl any day.” The man once again scoffs. “Ha sure! She’s not gonna let some random person in there!” The man laughs.

Jerome turns to him with a smirk. “Oh I’m not a stranger. I was her first isn’t that right darling?” He asks lifting my chin up. “Well go on baby girl. Tell him how I’m the only one who’s ever touched your pussy.” Jerome moves me in front of the man and grips my hips. “He’s the only man to ever touch my pussy.” I say feeling Jerome move his hand beyond the towel and run his fingers over the skin of my hip. I shiver under his touch missing him exceedingly.

The man on the couch slaps his knee with a jealous expression. “Oh man! Lucky you! You’re okay with her doing this though? That’s what I call a working relationship!” Jerome’s hand goes further and slips between my wet folds. He circles my clit with pressure making my body lean into his. Jerome laughs and removes his hand. Instead he lifts up the back of the towel and grips my ass. “Actually no. You see I’ve been gone for a while. This is news to me. I find this…humiliating, and revolting.” Jerome then fiddled with his own trousers and releases himself. I feel him from behind as he starts to rub his head across my wet folds. The man on the couch just stares as if he’s in heaven.

Jerome laughs. “My my my doll. You really haven’t let anyone touch you. So tight I can even thrust into you, but as for you…enjoying the snow?” Jerome thrusts hard entering me. Filling me up like he use to. I arch back into him wanting more. Needing more. The man on the couch looks at me and nods his head.

Jerome laughs and pulls out a gun. He places the barrel to my head as he continues to thrust into me pulling my hair back. “Should I shoot you? Hm? Do you deserve to live knowing the things you’ve done? You dirty whore. Who do you belong to?” “You. You Jerome!” I moan out enjoying the blissful pleasure he’s bestowing upon me. “That’s right doll! I want you to do so for me okay?” Jerome whispers in my ear. “Shoot him.” Jerome says placing the gun in my hand.

I aim the barrel at him and pull the trigger with a rush enveloping me. The mans blood splatters on the wall and he falls completely limp. Jerome growls and rips the towel away turning me around. “You’re in so much trouble.” He says and pushes me against the wall hiking me up and thrusting into me hard and fast. I place my arms around him moaning his name over and over again. “Say it again doll. Scream it.” He says and moves his hand to rub my clit. I toss my head back against the wall in pure pleasure. “Jerome!” I moan out.

He moves to sit on the couch next to the dead man still spilling blood. “What do you say princess? You wanna ride me?” I nod eagerly and place myself above him cock and sliding down on him. Jerome grips my hips as I bouch on his cock making us both feel pleasures we haven’t had for a year.

Jerome rubs his fingers against the blood on the man’s wound and covers his hand in the thick red liquid. He proceeds to trail his hand down my body making a line from my breast, to my stomach, and right above my crotch. “Ah you’re such a good girl. You’re going to cum aren’t you? Go on doll. Cum for me.” I do as he says and release on him and seconds he fills me up with his own cum.

Jerome moves my hair out of the way and kisses me. “You’re mine. Don’t be so stupid to think otherwise. No other man looks at you. Ever! Understood?” He caresses my cheek with a smile. “Yes J.” He laughs and picks me up. “Then why don’t we make up for lost time? Sound good?” I smile and kiss his nose. “Sounds perfect.”

Originally posted by bonelotus

I find myself thinking about her all day. Damn, if only she knew how I speak about her to others. She’s the light in my life. I don’t know where to go now since she’s gone. I’m happy that’s she’s happy but I wish I was the one making her happy, you know? I’m told to just move on and let go, but how can I let go someone beyond incredible and beautiful? She’s the love of my life and I’ll wait for her, even if I have to wait forever. There’s no way I’m ever meeting anyone like her and I don’t think I want to search at all.
—  melissaari,  (in love with her)
☆☾ Starset Sentence Starters ☽☆

                                                     First Light



  • Events we think to be inconsequential can affect the future unintentionally.
  • ❝ What if you had the power to affect monumental change?
  • Would you let fear consume or would you overcome?
  • We sent a message into the past; a warning!
  • We can change our fate.
  • We can change the future.
  • We can change the past.

                                        Down with the Fallen


  • I have seen an empire falling.
  • Hopeless, can you hear me calling?
  • Light the way and I’ll follow where you go
  • Can you tell me what is real? Cause I’ve lost my way again.
  • Can you tell me how to feel?
  • ‘Cause I don’t feel anything now that I’m down here again.
  • I’m down with the fallen again.

                                                          Halo


  • I can see you running every night from the same darkness–!
  • If you just say the word I’ll be there at your side. 
  • ❝ You make me superhuman. If you need me to, I’ll save you.
  • If it means the death of me, I won’t let go.
  • If I’m lost in the world’s shadows, I’ll use the light that comes to me from your halo.
  • When you’re backed against the wall I could be the one who’s always there to break your fall.
  • You’re not alone.❞
  • You’re the sun, you’re the day.

                                                    Carnivore


  • All my life they’ve let me know how far I could not go.
  • Inside the beast still grows, waiting, chewing through the ropes.
  • Who are you to change this world?
  • No one needs to hear your words.
  • Won’t you come digest me?
  • Take away everything I am–bring it to an END!
  • Could you come and change me?
  • Make me fall–make me BLEED!
  • Take away everything I am!
  • I will hide myself below–I’ll be what you wanted–!
  • Kept inside, I won’t let go–’til I burn beyond control!

                                                     Telescope


  • I hear you calling from behind the star fields.
  • I feel you radiating energy like eternal northern lights. 
  • I will travel the distance in your eyes.
  • I will find you..

                                                It Has Begun


  • Even a well-lit place can hide salvation. 
  • It’s a map to a one-man maze that never sees the sun.  
  • That’s where the lost are the heroes and the thieves are left to drown.
  • But everyone knows by now that fairy-tales are not found.
  • But nothing could ever stop us from stealing our place in the sun.
  • We will face the odds against us and run into the fear we run from.
  • It has begun.

                                                    My Demons


  • Mayday, Mayday, Our ship is slowly sinking.
  • They think I’m crazy, but they don’t know the feeling.
  • They’re all around me, circling like vultures.
  • They want to break me and wash away my colors.
  • Take me high–and I’ll sing–!
  • You make everything okay–!
  • We are one in the same–you take all my pain away!
  • ❝Save me if I become my demons.
  • I cannot stop this sickness from taking over–it takes control and drags me into nowhere.
  • ❝ I need your help, I can’t fight this forever.
  • I know you’re watching–I can feel you out there.
  • Take me over the walls below–fly forever.
  • Don’t let me go.
  • I need a savior to heal my pain.

                                             Point of No Return


  • There’s a memory of how we used to be–I can see it through the flames.
  • Forget the lies and pain–I can’t go back now.
  • The ashes call my name!
  • Pouring the fuel–fanning the flames–making the past an unreachable place–!
  • Break your habit and melt your chains!!!
  • Embrace the fear, chase the fight–the glow of this fire will light up the night.
  • The bridges are burning, the heat’s on my face–it makes my past an unreachable place!
  • I know this is the point of no return.
  • It’s uncomfortable, but such a beautiful desire.❞
  • There’s something sinister about the way it hurts when I watch it burn–but I can’t go back.

after watching jikook playing 4d games all i thought is how cute jimin is when he was having trouble with the console(?) but then he was staring at jungkook’s direction only to realize that the boy was so immersed in the game to pay attention to him (and after look at how cute his slight pout is asdfghjkl) but then jungkook like the ever-so-attentive bf that he is realized jimin’s distress and press the whatever button to help him and all is well again. my point is i love the fact that w/o uttering any words, jungkook can do exactly what jimin wanted w/ just a stare in his direction :’)

  • taehyung: i'm not saying that i love you-
  • jimin: yes, you are
  • taehyung:
  • taehyung: yes, i am.
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I got to sit out on the back porch at midnight and watch a thunderstorm roll out under a full moon and it was so magical. 

MARK | “Meet me on the roof in ten minutes.”

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Mark |  Drabble

req; no. 13 and mark pls ♥

Drabble Prompt: 13. “Meet me on the roof in ten minutes

AN: i got carried away lol


After spending hours practising for your groups upcoming comeback, you sat against the practice room’s wall scrolling on your phone. A few Dream members entered the room to begin their practice. Along with them was Mark, who didn’t realise you were still in the room. 

For some reason he was behaving oddly, being more distant than he usually is. The other Dream members acknowledged your existence, it was only him who didn’t really bother saying hi. You stayed a little while and just as you were about to leave, a few 127 members entered. Naturally, you smiled. The elder members treated you like a sibling of theirs, you screamed “DOYOUNG!” and ran into his arms, wrapping your arms around him. “Y/N!” he mimicked your voice and laughed as he held you tightly, gently swaying you in his arms.

Mark who was mid conversation with Jaehyun, who made a joke about an event that happened in the dorms last night, turned his head at the sound of your voice calling someone who wasn’t him. He felt a little sulky as he loved both you and Doyoung yet neither of you hugged him. Jaehyun noticed Mark’s little pout, “Jealous are we?” he teased the younger. “No.” Mark snapped, the speed and harshness of his voice caused Jaehyun to laugh and ruffle Mark’s hair.

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There are some things that you won’t understand no matter how hard you try. Sometimes, you just go with the flow. You just let it go. You just stop understanding and thinking about things that are beyond your control. This is not giving up, but rather looking at a new perspective.
—  AdviceToSelf

‪Like to me, the retcons of 417 are like tptb slapping a cowboy hat on Red after 4 seasons of fedora and trying to convince us that this whole time Red was wearing a cowboy hat not a fedora.

Like don’t try to convince me that was a cowboy hat, that was a fucking fedora!

Okay so I’m not done with this and legitimately when I have time this summer in the season break, will probably end up writing some Savitar fic and will probably make it coldflash if I do.

I think the length of time that you’ve known them probably makes it harder to let go, but sometimes you have to. Or if not, then at least expect nothing more than a hello from them, because then you won’t be disappointed. Maybe it’s cynical, but it saves the unhappiness when they do treat you shitty.
Ten Days- Prologue

I rushed out of the school building, my heart pounding in my chest.

 I didn’t want to be here. I just didn’t. 

 Tears were streaming down my eyes blurring my vision, but I kept running away from the school, away from the people.

 Away from the people who had made my life hell.

Large rain drops were falling onto my uniform, pounding at my clothes as if even nature was out to get me. But even so, I tilted my head upwards a little, letting the cold rain cool my burning hot cheeks. 

 With every inch of my trembling body, I crashed into the nearest space of flat wall and collapsed to the floor and just cried. 

 I cried until my head felt dizzy from the loss of all the fluid and energy, and all I could see in the midst of my blurred vision were moving, inky spots of black. 

“Hey.” A voice broke through the silence, making me jump. 

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A/N: Hey, so I accidentally wound up deleting this one from my computer! I was able to remember some of the request, but I don’t know if I remembered all of it. I’m very sorry, hun, if this isn’t what you wanted! If it’s not, you can always let me know and I’ll gladly rewrite one for you as soon as I can! I’m really sorry, again! It was a complete fuck up on my part. <3 xx

Gif source:  Jon

Imagine being Jon’s twin and when he goes to The Wall you head North to find a place just outside it for yourself. One day, Wildlings attack your home and you wind up recognizing one of them as Jon.

——— Request for anon ———

The thought of living without your brother was what had drove you here. The home you’d made outside the Wall was without all the accommodations you’d become used to at Winterfell, but came with the comfort of knowing you would get the occasional visit from your twin. When he had gone missing beyond the Wall, you had held a deep sense in your gut that he was still alive, and that had been enough to keep you from going insane.

But now, as Wildlings attacked the little home you’d managed to find, you worried that you might never see him again for certain this time.

“Let her go!” had boomed beyond the men who had pulled you away from your home as other Wildlings ransacked what little you did have, causing your head to snap towards the familiar voice.

There he was, wearing not the black of the Night’s Watch, but the clothes of the Wildlings, “Jon?”

A Wildling at your side spits back at him, “What’s it to you, Crow?”

“That’s my sister you have your hands on.”