#LIKE THE JASON BLOKE

[the-acid-pear]

Man I am getting ready to play DSaF 3 again and I just can't get over what Harry told me. That's unironically the most horrifying "I have no mouth and I must scream" shit I've seen because while the things being done (personality changes, emotional and physical restrictions, radical changes to their bodies, memory wipes; all this against their will) isnt something i've not seen before the fact that this is done so regurlarly and is treated as such a common practice that has been going on since the 70s and run by the fucking equivalent to McDonalds is so blood chilling to me.

[k-wame]

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[captainlondonman]

WORKIE SKIN

WORKIE SKIN

I decided it was time to dress for work the way I wanted. I had been there 3 weeks now and had behaved myself wearing only 11hole DMs, khaki fatiques, and a checked shirt. They all bloody well knew I was a skin so why not dress like one. Anyway it would wind my manager up if nothing else. So I put on my 21 hole Rangers with white laces, my bleachers ( but making sure I wore a jockstrap to hold in my cock), red braces and a black Fred perry. Much better I thought , this is me.

On the way to the factory, I stopped off for a piss. There was a youngish bloke just finishing off. Even with a jockstrap I had to put my hand well down my bleachers to pull out my cock. It was thick and heavy, ready for a good long piss. The bloke looked and I could see him starting to stroke his cock.

What are you fucking looking at you ponce. Never seen a big cock before. Fucking getting you horny aint it. Like to see a skin piss do you.

And with that I turned my knob and let him have it. The piss came out so quick that the bloke didn’t stand a chance to move away.  With my cock aiming straight at him, I sprayed him from his waist down, my piss running down his trousers, over his shoes, his whole crotch steaming with pee.

Don’t fucking mess with a skin you fucking ponce. You want to see fucking pee, so take this, take all my fucking piss down your front.

Christ what are you doing, I’ve got to go to work.

Well you can fucking well tell that a skin has pissed all over cause your were looking at his big dick. Serves you bloody right you little queer boy.

And with that I stuffed my cock back into my bleachers and as I went past him I puched his stomach and pushed him into the urinal.

Have a fucking good day and don’t try that with me again or you’ll get more than just my piss.

I felt good after that. A bit of aggro always made me feel better, and ready for work.

I had gone along for an interview a few weeks ago and met the boss of the packaging company, Dave. He was a big bloke, thinning hair but cut very short almost skinhead. If I hadn’t been for an interview I might have tried it. We had a general chat and he asked if I dressed in skin gear most of the time. I said yeah, sure. He said it was fine by him but that I should tone it down for the other guys when coming to work and that he would not tolerate any aggro at work. If I understood that then I could start on Monday. The manager of the warehouse was a guy called Jason, who really fancied himself, in his designer gear and gelled hair, always going on about his wife and what a high flier she was. Did my head in. It was clear from the beginning that he didn’t like me, and anyway the feeling was mutual. A fucking wanker as far as I was concerned. He made a point of getting me to do all the dirty work, always trying to wind me up. I bit my lip and got on with it as the other guys were all OK. He would sometimes harp on about my skin gear, and ‘what the hell do I look like’. I would just reply and say ‘no worse than the expensive crap you’ve got on.’ Once or twice I would tell him to fuck off with a bit of menace and he would back down.

When I got into work with my bleachers, I saw Dave and he just smiled and shook his head as he passed by. Jason’s eyes were out on stalks.

What the hell are you doing coming into work like that. This isn’t skin alley.

Look, Jas, as long I do my work you shouldn’t fucking well care, so get off my case.

I walked off feeling great in my gear and tough on him.

Throughout the day he got on my nerves saying everything I did was wrong. I was getting well and truly narked. Just before going off he came and said.

You have to work late tonight as your’e behind schedule and we have a rush job.

Shit man, I’m off with my mates, that’s why I dressed like this.

God knows what your mates look like, but if you want to keep your job you had better stay. Anyway I’m giving up an evening with my wife so you can bloody well give up your night.

To hell with your wife.

Well, are you staying.

Yeah but this hadnot better happen again.

Just remember who’s boss, me not you.. Now go and get on.

All the other blokes left leaving Jason and I. I was dammed if I wasn’t going to get him riled, so I went to the bog and took off my jock strap and set my cock well down the inside leg showing all the meat. That’ll annoy him.

As he came up to me I turned round so he could get the full picture and sure enough his eyes moved down to my bulge.

Christ you skin heads do you have to show your cock. It’s probably a bloody sock you’ve got down there.

No it aint, its all mine, it’s the real thing

God knows how you are allowed to go out looking like that, bloody perverted.

I don’t think you look any better.

Well maybe if you look around and see everyone else then you might see you are the freak, dressed like a bloody idiot.

That was it. I wasn’t being called an idiot in my skin gear. Nobody calls a skin that and gets away with it.

I grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him into me punching him full in the stomach, and as he buckled I grabbed hold of his hair and yanked his head back.

Do’t fucking talk to me like that got it. Apologise.

No, he spluttered, if you think you’ve got a job now forget it, I’ll make sure Dave fires you tomorrow.

I don’t care if it means sorting you out, you bloody waste of space. You don’t talk to skin like that and if you do you can only expect this.

I punched him again.

Right you can pay for your fucking insults by getting down and licking my Rangers. I want to see them shining with your spit. Get down on your knees and start working. Now.

Getting hold of his hair I forced him down and then rammed his head so his mouth was tight against the boots. Clean them shit face. Get some of your spit on them. More. That’s right now fucking well lick those caps.

He started licking and I could see his spit oozing out over the boot head. Watching him lick and having total control over him made my cock start to twitch. It felt good to have him at my feet and my cocked liked it too. I could feel it starting to inch down my leg.

I said fucking lick, that’s right get round the side. I had one foot on his head making sure if was kept firmly down, my arms folded. Stupid cunt. Icouldn’t give a toss if I was sacked.

I put my other foot on the floor and rammed it between his legs, causing him to wince and then brought my foot up into his crotch.

Christ you’ve got a bloody hard on. So much for your little wife, that’s a fucking stiff dick down there. You like this pussy boy.

With that I hauled him and put his face tight to mine, grabbing hold of his crotch.

Who’s got a fucking stiff, eh boy and not a bad one at that. Bet the wife likes that but she’s not getting it tonight. I pulled his cock an rubbed over his balls. A good bulge down there. Let’s take this on a stage I thought.

Up against his face I gobbed him covering his mouth with spit then taking his face forced his head back so he opened his mouth and stuck my tongue right down his throat, moving it, my lips pressed against his. With my hand still on his cock he started responding, swallowing my tongue, and thrusting his crotch into my fist.

You fucking bi guy, your’e fucking getting off on all this. That cock of yours is bloody rigid.

I’m not the only one, Jason replied, his hand grappling at the big bulge in my bleachers, Christ that’s one hell of a cock, it sure is your own, its bloody huge.

You fucking love a bit of gob, take this.

His tongue came out and started to lick up my spit and I put my hand over his face smearing it as much as I could.

Seeing you now know that  truncheon down my bleachers is all my big thick dick, then you’d better try it for size in that mouth of yours. Get back on your knees and open up my flies.

He got down and slowly started to unbutton my jeans. My cock was rock hard and straining down my leg.

Get your hand down there and pull it out.

I could feel his hand pushing its way trying to fee my dick which was now horizontal desperate to get out. He yanked it up and it sprang out to meet his face, precum on the end of the head.

Bloody hell I’ll choke on that.

Tough, you wanted to feel, you wanted to see it so now you can fucking well take down your throat and I want to feel it the whole way down the back.

I got hold of his chin and pulled it down to open his mouth.

Fucking take that as I pushed my dick in.

I could feel him gagging and the spit oozing out of his mouth but the more he gagged the more I wanted to face fuck him.

Get that down your fucking throat. Take my big dick.

What the hell is going on here!

I turned to see Dave standing in the doorway staring at us.

What the hell do you think you are doing in my office. Get that cock back in your jeans..now. Jason what do you think you are doing.

He forced me.. just cause I made some comments about his gear he’s forced me to do this. Good God I’m a married man, he made me do it.

Like…

That’s enough, roared Dave. Get yourselves tidied and be in my office in ten minutes. Right?

I stuffed my cock back into my jeans but a wet appeared, a mix of precum and Jason’s spit. Jason started to grope his dick making his present big bulge less and moving his cock into the vertical position, as in the horizontal it fairly poked out.

That’s you sacked, he stuttered. You have’nt a leg to stand on. You’ll be out on your ears.

You’ve a fucking cheek, if dave was looking closely he’d see you weren’t exactly being forced. You loved having my dick in your mouth, and that cock of yours is hardly hating the action. Look at it fucking sticking out, like a bloody pogo stick. If I go then you’ll be on your way too.

Do you think he ‘s going to believe you looking like that.

Just because you’ve got wifey at home and don’t want her know that you love cock and skin cock at that, I ain’t going quietly.

We’ll see. Dave knows my worth and he knows you for what you are. He’s said ‘ that Mike is a proper skin, need to watch him’ So you’ve had it.

With that we came to Dave’s office and knocked at the door.

Come in, he yelled.

Even I was now worried as we opened the door and walked in.

Fuck me, I shouted.

Christ, gulped Jason.

Standing in front of his desk arms folded, Dave was in full skin gear kit. 21 hole brown DMs with the tops of white socks showing, mac1 green jacket, white Fred perry, red braces and a skin tight pair of bleachers with a bulge that made me look twice, a fucking great tube of dick stuffed down his front bursting to get out and clearly showing a bloody great cut head.

So Jason, you think you can insult a skin and get away with it?

What the hell are you dressed like that for. You were in your office kit a few minutes ago, Jason spluttered

Cause I’m a bloody skin also. Can’t you see and I thought from the way you were acting in the warehouse it might get you going even more.

Are you not going to sack Mike for forcing me to give him head. He was well out of order forcing me.

It didn’t look like that to me the way your mouth was right down his shaft. Looks to me as if you’ ve done this before.

Christ, I shouted, you look bloody fantastic. We’ll show Jas. No skin gets talked to like that.

Too right Mike said, so Jas I want you back on your knees now with Mike’s cock back in your mouth.

With that he grabbed Jason by the scruff of his neck and forced him to his knees in front of me.

Get your flies open now, and let him have that cock.

Knowing what it felt like down his throat I wasted no time and besides it was ramrod stiff after seeing Dave in his kit especially with that whacking piece of meat down his legs.

Fucking suck my dick, Jas. I know you want it so shut up and get it down your throat.

Grabbing his head, I forced his mouth onto my cock.

Take some of my spit to help you, as I gobbed at his mouth , take that in and suck my dick. He started gagging as my cock inched down his throat but didn’t stop.

You like that boy don’t you. Fucking suck it, take the whole lot, you want to be face fucked don’t you. He was loving it working his spit on my knob his lips getting further up my shaft. You love big dick don’t you. Fucking suck it.

His hands went round my waist, clinging to me sucking and gobbing.

I looked over at Dave, what a fucking fantastic sight. His cock had inched down his leg and in spite of his tight bleachers was busting at the denim, his huge head at the end, his cock rock hard and his hand moving up and don the shaft.

Hey look at Dave, you see skins love seeing you guys getting stuffed. If you think I’ve a big dick you should see Dave’s. Jas turned and his eyes almost popped out his head looking at that huge prick still in his denim.

Keep on sucking.

No, that’s enough, Dave said. He had your dick as a warm up to open tthat throat. Now he can have a piece of real meat.

With that he unbuttoned his flies and thrusting his hand well down his jeans pulled out his mamouth tool.

Shit man, what a cock, that’ll shut you up Jas.

Mike you ain’t finished. Time you had his arse. I want to see him being fucked while sucking my cock. Right stand up Jason.

Jason did as told and Dave ripped open his flies pulling down his trousers and boxers in one go, Jason’s cock springing out and hitting his stomach.

Not a bad dick, Jason, you obviously don’t mind this too much judging by that stiff you’ve got there, now bend over. You’ve had the chance to suck Mike’s dick is readiness for my lump of meat, so start getting this down your throat.

As he bent down so I put a finger into his arse. It shot in and I could feel his crack right moist, as he started to shove his arse back into my finger.

You fucking love this, Jas. That arse of yours has been fucked before, wife or no wife. A fucking crater you’ve got here. Just as well so it can take my cock.

Jason couldn’t reply as he had his mouth tight over Dave’s dick, sucking his gob running down his face as he got his mouth that fucking great tool.

I put in another two fingers and moved around in his arse and could feel him groaning.

Right boy time to get fucked. Smearing spit on my knob, I started to work my cock into the open crack slowly pushing it in and feeling Jason moving back against my shaft.

Fuck me, Jas, your’e really wanting this cock of mine , and then I rammed home feeling the moisture of his arse.

With my cock up his arse, I was now right in front of Dave, who was giving jas a real face fuck. He reached forward and grabbed me round my neck. Get this tongue down yer throat and he kissed hard our tongues stuffed down each others throat.

Right now Mike, start fucking I want to see that cock of your pushing in and out fucking him hard, while he sucks me off. Ain’t that right Jason.

With Dave watching and loving the sight of my cock up the arse, I started to fuck jas hard, pulling my cock almost out and then ramming it hime pushing my shaft right up to the hilt.. Seeing this skin in front of me being sucked off with his huge prick, was a real turn on, and knowing he loved seeing my cock up jason’s arse was even better.

Take this cock you fucking bi boy. You love my dick up that arse. Fucking take the lot. I had my hands round his waist thrusting my cock in and out.

Go on Mike really give it to him, that’s right fuck him hard. I want to see your cock the whole way in so he can feel the full fucking length. Fuck him, go on fuck him. Shit man , I’m coming, take all my fucking spunk into that mouth of yours. I want it right down the back of your throat. Christ I’m coming. Take my spunk. Yeah, yeah.

And with that he shot wads of spunk into Jason, the spunk running down his chin even as he tried to swallow the lot, it just oozed out of his mouth.

Seeing dave having his orgasm was too much, Icould’t hold back any longer. Jesus I’m coming, shit, take this spunk up yer arse, fucking skin man’s spunk.

I came and could feel my spunk forcing its way right up his arse, loads of it.

Fucking take it.

Jason suddenly shouted, Christ I’m coming, I’m coming and his spunk jetted out across the floor

We all sat back exhausted. Dave spoke first.

Right Jason, we now you love cock, so less of the aggro with Mike or you know the consequences. Get dressed and get of home to your wife. I doubt if you’ll be shagging her tonight, you’ll be too busy thinking of Mike’s cock up that pretty arse of yours. Get going now and don’t say a thing.

Jason pulled up his trousers and did as told.

I haven’t finished with you, Mike. You stay behind

 As the door shut, Dave said. So you think its great being a skin. Your’e fucking right, but it’s time you felt what it’s like to be like the rest of us at least during the day. Get your fucking kit off now

But….

Shut it, do as your told.

I stripped off and stood in front of him naked.

Not a bad bod there,you look after yourself and that sure is some dick. Many a day since you started have I had to come in here and shut the door to have a wank after seeing that cock of yours stuffed down your fatiques. You may have thought you were hiding it but I could see the bulge quite clearly. And when you came in today I almost shot my load before getting back to the office. Nothing to beat a randy skin with a big dick. But its time you changed, at least for now. You can get into my work gear, it over there on the chair, put in on now.

I went over and saw his white boxers on top. Get these on first.

As I stepped into them I could feel they were still warm from his body and could see a small skid mark and nice sized pee stain. Thinking they were dave’s already made my cock start to stir.

Now put on the shirt and trousers. They were a good fit and in a minute I had on the socks and shoes.

Looks fucking good, said Dave, but Christ are you always hard, look at that fucking bulge.

And as the trousers were quite loose, my prick stuffed down the inside leg you  with the full outline of the shaft and head causing a massive bulge.

Right, do a Jason, and get down and get that mouth of yours at my bulge.

His cock was bursting in his bleachers and I could see a large stain from his cum after being sucked off by Jason.

I got down and put my mouth to the denim running my lips up and down the shaft, nibbling at his pogo stick, with my hands round at his arse which was large with good solid cheeks.

Fucking like that office boy, don’t you, licking a skin. Now sit back.

As I did so so undid his flies and let his cock burst out, the large cut head staring at me.

Fucking like that don’t you, as he slapped his cock against my face, with me trying to catch it in my mouth.

I wanted that prick down my throat, I wanted it to gag me, and I was’nt disappointed as I choked with its size as Dave took hold of my head and started face fucking me.

You love this boy, sucking my big dick, dressed in my clothes, feeling my piss stain against your cock. Yeah, take my cock right down your throat.

I could feel and smell his precum staring to ooze out of the tip.

You know I could do with a piss now  and you look as if you just love piss. You don’t want the dried stuff in my boxers, you want the real thing, hot steaming piss right down your fucking throat. Sit back and take this you office boy.

His cock still erect, I could see the first dribble of piss starting to come out of the tip and the pressure grew until it was like a fucking hose aimed at my mouth.

Drink my fucking piss.

As I opened my mouth so he directed his cock straight into the centre and I felt the full force as it hit the back of my throat, his steaming piss stinging my throat as it ran down the back of my throat. He took hold of my head and forced it tight against his cock so I could get as much of his piss. Even as I swallowed hard it wasn’t enough and I felt it pour out of my mouth and down his shirt and into his trousers soaking my own hard cock. It felt bloody great, in his clothes, with his piss pouring down my body and down my throat. He started to move his cock up and down my front soaking me, my own cock stiff and straining through the soaked trousers.

Drink the last drop, he shouted forcing his shaft into my mouth, me sucking him dry.

That’s better and look the better as well judging by that cock of your I can see trying to get out of my trousers. Time you got the lot off. Strip, now.

I did as I was told, peeling off the wet gear, my cock springing out of the trousers.

Yeah, it is a good cock you’ve got there, fucking hard. So you liked getting that big dick of yours up Jason’s arse, well it’s time my cock got up yours so can feel what a really large cock is like. Don’t tell me this will fucking split you. I know you’ve had cock before judging by these nice formed cheeks of yours. I saw you eyeing up my dick as I was wanking while you fucked. Now I’m gonna spear you so get yourself bent over my desk and let me see that arse.

Without allowing me to say no, he firmly got hold of me and bent me over kicking my legs apart, forcing one arm up my back.

You ain’t getting out of this. I’m fucking you like it or not. You wanna be fucked with me in my skin gear, don’t you.

And with that he spread some spit over his cock and shoved it between my cheeks. I suddenly felt it find my crack and could feel it being prised apart by the sheer force of his large tool.

Christ, it’s fucking huge, I can’t take that, I yelled.

Just relax and start moving your arse up to meet my dick.

He started to spread my cheeks wider apart making my hole bigger as the cock moved slowly inside me. I could feel the huge width of he dick forcing itself up my hole, burning yet the pressure and knowledge of his size turned me on, my own cock rock solid stretching itself up and out.

That’s right, move your arse up let it feel my full shaft I want to feel your arse tight against my bleachers.

I felt it move up and up thinking it couldn’t go any further but he pushed and pushed till I thought it would come through the other side. It was massive but I wanted every inch, my arse arching to take it all.

I said you’d love it, now it’s time to start pumping.

He moved his cock back and then let me have the full shaft, in, out, in, out.

Christ fuck me man, let me have that huge fucking dick of yours. Give it to me.

Yeah you fucking love this boy, go on take my dick, get all my cock, go on ride me.

It was fucking great his whole cock inside me pushing the whole way up. I moved my body back and started to stand up and put my arms behind me to pull his body tight against me, forcing his cock the whole way up. My arms were tights around his bleacher clad arse pushing his body into me, his booted legs wrapped around me.

Fuck me man, fuck me.

At that point the door opened and Jason was standing there, his flies open and his cock sticking straight out, his helmet gleaming.

Now you know what its like to have a skin’s big dick up you. Your’e bloody well loving it, look at that cock of yours. Bet you’d love my mouth round that.

Seeing him worked up and saying that, I wanted him.

Yeah get your gob on my cock. I want to feel it down your throat while I’m being fucked.

Jason had his hand round his cock working it up and down.

Go on Mike really fuck him, I want to see your shaft the full length up his arse.

I was so turned on that I was pushing my arse right up the shaft yelling

Go on Fuck me hard, Mike really fuck me. I want you spurting up my arse now. Yeah fuck me.

As Jason came over I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Christ I’m coming Mike, I want to feel you shoot now. I was clasping his back tight against me, and with that I shot my load over Jason’s hand which was furiously wanking his dick.

Yeah I love your spunk over me he shouted and with that he erupted over my chest like a bloody fire hose in action.

Mike could take no more.

Take my fucking dick boy, feel my cum right up you. He shot his load and I could feel each ram of spunk hot and juicy up my arse.

As we caught our breath again, Mike said to Jason.

I thought you’d gone home to the wife.

I was meant to but somehow I knew what you were getting up to and after that session I wanted to see for myself. Glad I stayed.

Well, we’re getting into our skin gear and going off into town for some action. So it’s the wife or us.

I think I know where I’m going now said Jason

[robintherobiner]

Bruce definitely has a slight English twang to his accent and also regularly uses English slang.

He does it unconsciously too. Bro will show up to a crime scene and be like "what a bloody mess" and Robins just like "those r chemical stains not blood?"

Someone points out how well Cass and him seem to understand eachother and he happily says "Yes, she's a right chip off the old bloke." with a straight face before leaving

he was also devastated when the queen died. not cuz he liked her or whatever but cuz Alfred used to make absolutely banging chocolate biscuit cake whenever it was her birthday/s

not to say he calls a toilet the loo, bc i dont think Alfred would say that, he'd probably say lavatory or some posh shit. Batman will be on patrol and he'll look at Robin and go "Do you need to use the lavatory?" and the only Robin who understood it straight away was Jason

[darkwitchingflower]

ITS BEEN A WHILE but here's things me and my friends have said as pjo character pt 4/5???

Annabeth: That's not very feminism of you (@wraith--2)

Hestia: maybe build like a life size bread bloke (@carpcranium)

Leo: Feels like my toes are bleeding but it's just cause they're defrosting (@wraith--2)

Percy to annabeth: Nooo pookie don't leave ill get her a spider abortion (friend not on tumblr)

Annabeth: I thought I'd die before seeing common sense in this gc (friend not on tumblr)

Jason: It's not boring to want money and to not be even more mentally ill (@indecisivenb)

Leo: Sure bud (me)

Piper: Jesus was not straight (@wraith--2)

Some random camper in the dining pavillion: Hes staring into my soup (@wraith--2)

Leo: Everyone needs a piece of Leo (friend not on gc)

Leo: Me dehydrated: must not drink sex juice (@wraith--2)

Jason: Me and Percy cockfight like 3 times (@chefchennan)

Piper: Harry x hermione

Ron x jesus or smth

Luna x whoever tf she ended with? (Friend not on tumblr)

Mr D to someone being given a quest: You don't have a choice

They don't have a choice

It's equality all around (me)

Piper: Im not a people pleaser, im a woman pleaser (friend not on tumblr)

Jason (idk why but i instantly thought Jason): saggy balls? (@chefchennan)

Thalia: From your local asexual xx (@wraith--2)

Thalia: Homicide on Pinterest is an interest (@wraith--2)

Chiron: oh that's nice to see! A camper with a smile! (My criminology teacher)

Annabeth: ye I made percy smile by telling him I didn't like him in greek! (Friend not on tumblr)

Apollo: Will! Thoughts on be crime do gay?! (@carpcranium)

Thalia about Frank: Me and him are still friends we shoot kids together yesterday (@chefchennan)

Will doing some form of doctor test idk: I'm gonna skedaddle into your scrotum (@wraith--2)

Thalia: I f**king love garlic bread yummers. Its gotten so bad that I eat is everyday. I sweat garlic butter and shit out logs of bread. It's an endless cycle and I remake the garlic break with what I unleash (friend not on tumblr)

Percy to Annabeth (leo helped after frank found them in the stables): Thine eyes are blessed with the sight of her. Her.

Who I wake to every morning and think of

Who I dream of at night

Aphrodite has forsaken me yet she is my light

The waves will roar and crash

And I know, she is always up for a smash (@wraith--2)

Leo to literally any girl with a pulse: When I see her thoughts are gone

And all I can do is simply long

She could never be mine

Yet still I pine (@wraith--2)

Rachel thinking abiut percy: Days will pass and the sun shall set

All the while I'd place a bet

That I'm still there

Twirling my hair

Dreaming of something that was never fair (@wraith--2)

Thalia: is is the most fun I've had in ages, I'm trying to teach the bot aromanticisum (@wraith--2)

Thalia: As a matter of fact I am definitely aromantic but thanks for the suggestion (@wraith--2)

Leo, he meant to say floppy disks: Have you ever seen one of those floppy dicks-...🤏 (friend not in tumblr)

Mr D: Anyways orgies (@wraith--2)

Will to Nico: She's like nah, no love hearts have an onion were like Shrek now (me)

Percy: When I go to sleep I'm going to dream about gay sea creatures aren't I? (@wraith--2)

Annabeth: It's okay I'm a big girl I cry into my pillow (@wraith--2)

Annabeth: ohhh right in the trust issues (@thatonelazyghost)

[rubydubydoo122]

Jason gets de-aged because I've seen fics of Tim or Dick being de-aged, and Bruce losing his memory, but no one has realized the potential for angst if you de-age Jason.

Zatanna had something come up. So of all people she could have sent to replace her, she sent Constantine. Bruce really didn’t know if his luck could get any worse. At least 15 year old Jason liked his accent. 

Constantine was a really capable sorcerer, he was just really hard to work with. Worse than Hal Jordan. Though, if they wanted to get Jason back to normal, they would have to accept Constantine. 

“Hey, Batman! Go back down into the cave, and send Bruce up. I want him instead of Brood and Gloom.”

Bruce was suddenly brought back to the breakfast table. In all of his 41 years of living, he had never seen Alfred smile this big, “That’s my boy.”

Jason beamed at that.

Bruce’s phone pinged. He didn’t even have to look to know it was Dick sending him a ‘Rule #2’ . That’s all his messages with Dick consisted of. Mostly rule #2’s, some rule #3’s, and the occasional rule #1. All in all, Bruce was doing relatively good. He was definitely avoiding Jason more, but if he was around him too much, the only thought that started to fill his brain was his cooling body in his arms. So he toed the line. And he doesn’t think Jason noticed all that much, because whenever Bruce wasn’t with him, one of his children was.

“Constantine’s coming instead of Zatanna.” Bruce finally said, “I think I should be allowed to brood a little bit.”

“ Don’t get your knickers in a twist , old man.” Jason actually had a really good Liverpool British accent, “Mr. Constantine’s not that bad.”

“I just hate magic.” Bruce didn’t grumble. He was too old to grumble like a toddler.

Jason looked himself over and then put a hand to his chest in fake offense.

Bruce’s phone pinged again, “Dick, will you stop that!” 

But it wasn’t Dick, because Dick was holding a fork and knife in his hands and mid-bite.

Bruce dug out his phone.

“ Is the bloke with the sparkly fingas here? ”

That earned a snicker from Duke, Dick and Tim.

Bruce stood up at the same time Tim said, “I’ll give you five dollars if you say that to his face.”

“Oh! Abso–”

“..Lutely not, Jason. To the cave. Let's go.”

Jason slid out of his chair without noise and followed.

Constantine was already in the cave, and smoking a cigarette. 

“Hi, Mr. Constantine!” Jason practically glided down the stairs, as Bruce strode down at a normal pace.

“Hello there, Jason. I reckon you were a bit taller the last time I saw you. Bruce.”

“Constantine. I’m assuming Zatanna filled you in?”

“Yeah yeah yeah. I’m offended you didn’t call me first. I thought we were mates.”

Bruce just raised an eyebrow. Constantine squirmed a bit, and Jason shot Bruce a grin. A grin that was so reminiscent of the way Jason used to look at him after he cuffed a bad guy. Before Fellipe Garzona had fallen off that roof. Before Gloria Stanson had hung herself.

“Alrighty! Let's check out what kinda curse you’ve got going on. Brucie, would you mind taking a couple steps back, love?”

He did, and as soon as Bruce was out of range, Jason was surrounded in a dome of golden runes. Bruce didn’t miss the way Constantine frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“The little birdie here has a lot of magic knotted all up together.” Constantine started searching through the runes, “Was it you or the Demon child that– Aha, knew it was you. Your soul’s got dimensional ripples.”

Jason frowned, “Heh?”

Bruce blinked, Dimensional ripples? Clark, Lois, and Jonathan had somehow been transported to this dimension before their souls had merged with their counterparts… who had died. Was that what happened with Jason? Maybe he should talk to Barry when all of this is over.

“And you’ve got some leftover Lazaru– Blimey! You have access to the All-Blade?”

Jason shrugged, “I don’t really like beyblades.”

“That’s not what the All-Blade is. It’s–” A set of runes began to glow, and the borderline fangirl look on Constantine’s face immediately dropped. “Jesus...”

“I have access to Jesus?” Jason touched his forehead, then his left shoulder and then his right, “Thank you, father, son, and the holy spirit. Amen.”

Bruce ignored Jason’s prayer, “What’s wrong?”

The dome of runes disappeared, “...I’ve got good news and bad news?”

He gave Constantine a look.

“Um, good news is, the spell looks like it’ll wear off on its own…” Constantine tried for a sheepish smile, but immediately dropped it, “bad news is, it isn’t supposed to? The magic is interacting with the dimensional ripples, and I can’t touch any of it because it’d be like…”

“Disarming a bomb?” Jason supplied. And Bruce had to suppress the urge to flinch at that analogy.

“Yes. Yes exactly, but one wrong move–”

“Boom.” He mimicked an explosion with his hands. ”But you said it’ll wear off on its own, so it’s fine. Right?”

Constantine winced and a ringing was starting to form in Bruce’s ears as he grabbed Constantine by the tie and started dragging him up the stairs.

“Stay here, Jason.”

“Bruce–”

“I said stay !” Jason flinched at his tone, but Bruce and Constantine were already in the study. “Explain.”

Constantine fixed his tie, “Whatever magic he got hit with didn’t just affect him physically, it also affected his soul. I think, if we’re going off of what happened to Clark and Lois, his soul merged together with his soul from an alternate dimension, causing it to be all… rippley. I can’t fully tell what it’s going to do, but in a couple of days, it looks like it’ll in about two or three days? There’s a 50/50 chance– or I guess, a 25/25/50 chance– that he’s going to either go back to normal, stay this way or…”

It was the 25th. two days from today would make it…

The 27th of April.

It suddenly felt like the ground underneath them was turning or tilting, or hell, both.

Bruce had gotten him back. He’d gotten him back, he can’t leave again. He can’t lose him again, he can’t die again.

Jason found it very rude that Bruce and Constantine were obviously leaving him out of the conversation about him. It completely baffles him how Bruce was raised by Alfred, yet had no manners. He wasn’t even subtle about it. 

Constantine said the spell would wear off. So why did he look like he was about to say something was wrong. Like really wrong. Sure, trying to tamper with whatever was going on would be… bad, but they weren’t gonna mess with it. They would just wait for it to wear off.

Would he physically go back to normal, but he would never remember the past five years? Or was he slowly going to become younger and younger until he was just a literal fetus flopping around on a table? 

Why won’t anyone tell him anything? It would be so much easier if they did. 

Jason eyed the Batcomputer and then the stairs. There was no one else here, no one to stop him from learning by himself.

He opened up the batcomputer, and the first thing he noticed was that everything was filed differently. Instead of being alphabetical, the missions were sorted into who had the mission and the date. For some reason, Jason’s folder had the least amount of missions under it, even though the folder itself was older than Duke’s. 

Still, he clicked on it, only to find that the oldest mission was less than a year ago. Not helpful.

Maybe if these were sorted recently, some of the older mission reports that he did with Bruce would be in Bruce’s folder.

Bruce’s most recent mission was called “Fun Sized Jason”. Guess that would be him. Jason clicked on it and… Bruce is a much sadder man than Jason had given him credit for. And Jason was currently upset at Bruce for snapping at him, and Bruce had obviously snapped because he was being broody. This man. Couldn’t even follow his own rules.

Rule #3 Don’t let Jason know something’s up between your relationship with him 

What was ‘up’ between him and Bruce? If anything, Bruce has been a lot more patient with him.

Unless Bruce was acting. And Bruce could act, Jason had seen him at Galas.

No. He couldn’t have been. Bruce had said he’d give him the world. And he said it in the way that made Jason know he was telling nothing but the truth. 

But that first night Bruce wouldn’t even look at him.

No. Bruce had to have been telling the truth.

But the longing and the guilt and regret… Maybe Jason had done something to Bruce, the same way he did something to Tim and Damian. Jason still didn’t know what exactly that was, just that he felt bad about it.

Jason exited out of that mission statement and started scrolling down to April of 2018. And there were a lot of cases. A part of Jason was glad they were re-organised by date because it would’ve taken a lot more work to try to figure out the name of the file, and then find the file.

Ethiopia: Sheila Haywood, the Joker, and Jason Todd – 4/24/2018- 4/27/2018

Bingo. The first date lined up with the last date in his notebook. He double clicked on it, when a locked symbol came up followed by a space for a password.

Great. Just perfect. 

He tried the password Bruce used on most things.

Wrong.

Bruce’s birthday?

Wrong again.

Jason’s Birthday. Since the file seemed to be about him.

Oh yeah! Who has the best guessing skills? Jason does. He did a little victory spin in the chair, but when he went to look back at the computer, there was a Tim shaped wall blocking his view.

He tried to look around him, but Tim shifted to block him again.

“Timmy, Timbooo, my favorite brother-o. You’re blocking my view, Hermano.”

Tim gave him a look that was scarily similar to Bruce’s bat-glare. 

Jason tried to look around him again, but suddenly, he was being tossed over Tim’s shoulder, and they were moving farther and farther from the computer.

“Hey! I was obviously in the middle of something!”

Tim snorted, as he started up the stairs. “I could bring up a spreadsheet of all the times you’ve done this to me. We’d be here for hours.”

Jason licked his finger and twisted so that he could stick it in his ear. Good news was, it made Tim let Jason go. Bad news was, it made Tim let Jason go, and sent Jason tumbling down the cave’s stairs.

“Jason!”

Lucky for Jason, he was a fast recoverer, and made an immediate beeline to the computer. 

After escaping Arkham Asylum, The Joker had made his way to Ethiopia. Jason had come across the information that Sheila Haywood was his birth mother. Haywood had been a doctor who was working at a refugee camp, also located in Ethiopia. Without my knowledge or Alfred’s, Jason traveled to meet up with his mother. 

Jason and I had managed to cross paths in Ethiopia, when we soon learned that Haywood was being held ‘hostage’ by the Joker. I went to go check on some other thing that had come up, and I had told Jason to stay put, but instead he had gone to attempt to save Haywood. Which led to Jason getting hurt by the Joker.

Jason started to scroll down more, the screen went black.

Tim was standing next to the outlet with the power cord in his hand.

Suddenly all the scars on his hand looked interesting, “Is.. Are most of my scars from the Joker?”

Jason heard Tim’s feet shuffle across the flood of the batcave, “I don’t think I’m the person you should be having this conversation with.”

“But it was bad enough to the point where I needed a Lazarus pit to get better. It was bad enough to the point where I had to stop being Robin.” Because why else would Tim start hanging around the manor when he was 13? Why else would Bruce adopt him? “And you were Robin after me?”

A beat, “Yes.”

He thought back to the conversation he had in the bathroom with Tim, “So, I didn’t grow out of being Robin. I was… forced into retirement. By the Joker.”

“That’s… the easy way of putting it.” Tim took one of Jason’s hands, “I want to show you something.”

They both went over to the locker area and Tim opened his locker and pulled out a shoe box from the top. “I guess since you knew I was a little stalker back in the day, there should be no reason for me to feel embarrassed for showing you these.” He moved to the bench and opened the lid. 

Inside the box were a bunch of photos of Batman and Robin. Of Bruce and Jason. Tim handed him a couple. The first one was of Jason when he had just become Robin. He was talking animatedly while walking with a teenage girl. He remembers that night.  Her name was Angela, and she had been followed for a couple of blocks by a bunch of older guys, and Jason couldn’t let her go home alone. Not with how cruel the streets could be. 

The next one was of Jason cradling a baby. The mom had been separated from the baby during an Ivy attack. 

The last one Tim had handed to him was of Batman and Robin in an Alley. They had just taken down a bunch of thugs, and Jason was talking with the two kids, Gavin and Evan, while Batman was farther off, with a fond smile on his face, looking at Jason. 

“Robin is the light to Batman’s darkness. Hope to his fear. Every Robin gave light, but out of all of us, you shined the brightest. You were the people’s Robin, you cared about them so much, like each and every one of them are your brothers and sisters.” Tim pointed at the picture in Jason’s hand, “Your light was so bright, you made Batman smile. And that isn’t the only picture I have like that.” He put his hand on Jason’s elbow, “I could never come close to the Robin you were, but I always tried. You were like the Sun. And I could never take your place. Not really, but I tried my best to do what I thought you would. To make you proud. Even though… you didn’t really like me when you found out.”

“No. I like you. It’s just…” Jason could feel his eyes burn, “If I got hurt, really bad, bad enough to the point where I couldn’t be Robin anymore, why would Bruce let there be another one? When- When it could happen again? Or even worse. ”

Tim closed his eyes, “When the Joker did what he did to you, it sent him down a dark path. He was barely holding back his punches and he was barely dodging them either. Batman needed a Robin and—“

“I wasn’t there.”

“No! Jason, it wasn’t your fault. You were going through some of the worst moments of your life, it wasn’t your job at that time to be Robin, or emotionally babysit Bruce while he fought crime to deal with his trauma.”

“But you were, what? 13 at the time with no legal obligations to him. It shouldn’t have been your job either.”

Tim blinked, “ah, fuck.” He sat criss cross on the bench and turned so he was fully facing Jason, “point is, it was just a bad time. Bruce kicked Dick out of the Manor, The Joker had diplomatic immunity, which still does not make sense to me, but then he was sent back to Arkham. Bane broke Bruce’s back, some psycho took over being Batman and would not let Dick and I in the cave, but then Bruce got better and became Batman again. Superman died, but then he came back. Then Bruce got framed for murder, and then the riddler and clayface teamed up with this whole convoluted plot which involved Clayface showing up as you and trying to kill us and Bruce probably needed therapy, but he was too much of a stubborn ass to ever actually go.” Tim finally took a breath. 

Jason blinked, “That’s a really rough five years.”

Tim groaned and leaned his head on Jason’s shoulder, “That was only two.” 

“Then it was probably a… shittier five years.” Jason patted his head, “Thanks, Tim.”

Tim glanced at Jason, “For what? I literally just trauma dumped on you.”

Jason shrugged, “Yeah, but you also gave me more information about what the hell is going on around here than anyone has in the past two days. Maybe a lot of the things that happened sound horrible, but it’s better than not knowing. Ya know?”

Jason felt Tim nod, “I’m sorry we’ve been keeping it all from you. It’s not something Bruce likes to talk about, and for Dick being the next adult who isn’t emotionally constipated, he evades certain topics like the plague.”

Jason snorted, “Wanna know something I’ve been completely baffled by?”

Tim sat up, “What?”

“Dick isn’t… wallowed up in angst. Him and Bruce haven’t had a single argument, and Dick…he’s a lot different. So is Bruce.” Jason thought about it for a moment, “Am I different too?”

Tim smirked and dug out his phone, “Mentally, Emotionally, or Physically?” Tim angled the phone so Jason could see, and it was a picture of a man, kneeling and talking to a little girl. There was a red helmet on the floor, but the man had a domino that covered his eyes. Tim swiped to the next one, of older Jason helping an old lady across the street. He swiped again to a photo of him holding Damian in a firefighter’s hold. “You might be a lot rougher around the edges, but everyone changes with time, especially with the things you’ve gone through. Yeah, you might be different, but I think you’re still the same in the ways that it counts.”

Jason looked at the photo. Without the domino, or the helmet he could really see how he had grown into his features, “I look a lot like my papi,” He looked back at Tim, and then pointed upwards to where Bruce had gone, “But I think I learned how to help from my dad.”

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Ice Cold Part 4

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Warnings: the story is getting dark 🫣 There’s a pretty gory murder, threat and Lyla is in serious trouble, Van is sexy even though he’s murderous… idk why villains are so hot I don’t make the rules 💙

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"Well I think you should tell Paul about Jason harassing you. He's been doing it since day one. He gives me the fucking creeps."

Jen visibly shuddered to prove her point, and we both looked across the crowded airport to see Jason making his way over, dragging his suitcase behind him. He came to a stop in front of us both, smiling, but I detected a slight smirk when his eyes raked over me.

"Ladies..." he addressed us both. "This visit will definitely be a little different to the last time I visited the Dam."

He mimed smoking a spliff and I rolled my eyes. "Don't even think about it. We've all got to keep clear heads. There's lives at stake here."

Jason opened his mouth to speak but at that point we were beckoned to the desk to check in.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I got my boarding pass and I was seated next to Jen. The thought of Jason leering over me for the duration of the flight was unbearable. I'd questioned Paul's decision to include him on the assignment but I'd been overruled.

Jen was probably right. Jason had acted inappropriately towards me since he'd taken the job two years ago and he was steadily getting worse. He was your typical entitled, misogynistic piece of shit who thought that a women's place was in the kitchen or the bedroom. I'd thought at first he'd taken a dislike to me because he hated to see a woman doing well in what he termed a 'man's job', but it had soon become apparent that his disdain ran deeper than that. He'd definitely singled me out. That much had become obvious when he'd pressed me up against the wall at the works Christmas party and snaked his hand up my skirt, telling me that I needed a 'good fucking by a real man' to bring me down a peg or two. What he hadn't counted on was my fiery temperament, and a swift knee to his groin had left him limping away with more than just a bruised ego. But rather than this putting him off it only made things worse.

In this day and age women shouldn't stand for harassment at work, and I should have really reported him, but there was something about the thought of doing it that made me feel weak. I never asked for help. I liked to sort out my own shit, fight my own battles. Jason just wasn't a priority at the moment.

"Is that the case file?" I said, reaching over for the folder I saw poking out of Jen's hand luggage.

She nodded. "Just be careful looking at that on here. Some of those crime scene photos are fucking horrendous. I almost lost my lunch looking at them yesterday."

Jen was right. The police had been called to an apartment in London the day before as neighbours were complaining about a smell. They'd uncovered a body so badly disfigured that they couldn't even tell the identity by dental records. The teeth had been removed, along with various other body parts.

"Fuck..." I breathed, my chest feeling tight.

"He'd been dead for over a week but they reckon he was probably kept alive for two days whilst he was being interrogated and tortured. Poor bastard..."

"Yeah, well... it couldn't have happened to a nicer bloke," I said, shrugging, trying not to show my horror.

"Lyla! No one deserves this. Not even this nasty pig. I know he was running with that rival gang involved with trafficking but... damn... can you imagine..."

But Jen's voice had faded out. I'd flicked through the remaining photos and come to a stop on one of Van. It was an old shot, a police mug-shot for some minor misdemeanour before killing had become his career. He looked younger, fresh-faced, a shadow of innocence still about him which had surely been eroded over the years.

"Bloody hell!" Jen exclaimed, leaning over for a closer look. "You wouldn't think he was the same person."

"I wonder what happened to him..." I murmured, pulling out a more recent photo.

There was no softness here, he was all sharp edges with a brooding darkness that set my pulse racing. His eyes blue fathomless pools. It was like looking into a void. Ice cold.

Jen reached over, plucking the photo out of my hands to peer at it closely.

"Jesus... those eyes... it's like looking at the devil himself..."

Our hotel was situated slap-bang in the middle of the city. It was late by the time we all piled out of the taxi with our luggage and we wound our way through the streets that were heaving with tourists and late-night revellers.

A large group of young girls stumbled past us all, scantily clad and obviously celebrating their friend's upcoming nuptials. One dressed in a figure-hugging tiny white dress and a huge veil decorated with L plates tottered drunkenly into Jason's path.

"I'm so sorry," she slurred, righting herself by grasping on to the lapels of his shirt.

I noticed Jason's hands shoot out to steady her, but then remain on her hips as she swayed unsteadily in front of him. "Woah, steady on love!"

"Ooh you're a handsome one!" She giggled, fluttering her eyelashes at him, ignoring her friends who were calling to her.

There was an awkward moment where the girl eventually tried to peel herself away from Jason's grasp and he held on tight, then I noted his hand slide down to grope her bum as she finally stumbled away, still giggling.

"For fucks sake Jason!" Jen cried, and he just looked at her as if to say 'what's your problem?'

"She was well up for it!" He protested, then as I pushed past him he leant forward to whisper in my ear.

"You can always tell the ones that are... even if they won't admit it..."

I shot him a poisonous glare.

The orders we'd been given were to check in at the hotel and await further instructions. A senior government official with a penchant for certain illegal sexual fetishes was scheduled to visit the Dutch capital. What he didn't realise was that whilst he was pursuing a hedonistic weekend fulfilling his darkest desires, he was being stalked by a deadly assailant.

To be honest, reading the files I sometimes fancied whether Van was almost doing some kind of service, ridding the world of yet another corrupt person in power. It seemed to me that the further you rose up through the ranks of society the less morals seem to matter. It was like some of these people thought they were untouchable. I'd even go so far as to say that some of them deserved everything that they got...

But of course there were the innocents too. That was the problem. Every gangster or corrupt politician who lost their life left behind families. Grieving wives and husbands... and children too. I knew that pain all too well.

I set my suitcase down on the bed, shrugging out of my comfy travelling clothes and slipping into a little strappy black dress. I wasn't expecting to hear anything until tomorrow midday at the earliest so me and Jen had arranged to have a few drinks at the hotel bar. I just hoped Jason had made his own plans.

I'd just finished applying some mascara and adding a slick of lipstick when my phone erupted on the bed. I grabbed it, my heart immediately pounding when I saw Paul's name displayed.

"Lyla! There's been another hit!" His voice came urgently down the line and I heard a loud noise like he was striking something in frustration. "That fucker's slipped past us again! It's literally just happened!"

"Just now? Where? Give me the details Paul. Maybe we can track him down."

My heart continued to race as Paul reeled off the details and I grabbed a pen, scrawling down the address on a scrap of paper. "We'll be right there... this is literally only streets away I'm sure of it."

"Lyla... wait!"

I'd just been about to end the call when Paul's desperate tone rang out. I pressed the phone to my ear again, impatient to get going but knowing I had to hear my boss out.

"I don't like this. There's something off about it. Usually McCann will slip in and out like a shadow. This has happened in the middle of a busy fucking nightclub. Either he's getting sloppy or it's something else. Its almost like he wants us to take notice... like he's taunting us..."

I tried to ignore the uneasiness that came with this comment. Tried to turn it into something else that I could use. A steely kind of determination that I wouldn't crumble if I came face to face with Van again. I couldn't afford to. Not after his warning.

"Be careful... please," came Paul's plea before I ended the call, slipping on my gun holster and jacket and rushing to alert Jason and Jen.

The Red Club was situated right in the heart of the Red Light District, flanked on either side by the sort of establishments that promised various sordid pleasures in exchange for cold, hard cash. Amsterdam was like that. Unapologetically mixing the sleazy side of the city with every day normality. The brothels and sex shops as much tourist attractions as anything else.

There was a heavy police presence outside the club and a huge crowd was gathered there. I could see police officers urging bystanders to disperse, and as we got closer I could hear shouts and screams. A young girl was on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. The three of us pushed our way through, Jason flashing his ID at the police officers.

"This way... I'll show you where it happened..." A stern looking police officer pointed towards the venue entrance.

I glanced down as I walked forward, taking in the hunched figure of the crying girl on the floor. She looked up at me as I passed, her face contorted in anguish, blood spattered across the pale dress that she barely wore. She looked no more than 14 and that was being generous. What the hell had she been doing in a nightclub? My gut clenched with anxiety at the sight of the blood.

We were led through a dark entry way into a large room. Deafening dance music was still blaring out through the speakers and the room was dark apart from the coloured strobe lights which flashed incessantly, blinding me.

"Can we get some light in here please?" I shouted over the noise as I walked over to the far side of the room where a small group of people stood over a figure lying on the floor.

"And someone turn off that fucking music!" Jason bellowed.

A stricken looking man in a suit immediately broke away from the group and rushed over to what looked like a DJ booth, ducking inside. The music abruptly cut off and the room was suddenly flooded with harsh fluorescent light.

I stepped forward and the figures gathered parted to let me through, and I looked down, instantly freezing. There was blood... so much blood. The male figure was lying on his back, spreadeagled with his arms outstretched, his dead eyes open and staring sightlessly up at the ceiling. The gash in his neck was so deep his head lolled back at an impossible angle, practically decapitated. The wall nearby was decorated with a thick spatter of arterial blood like some macabre abstract work of art.

"Ahhh fuck..." I heard Jason utter and I glanced down to see him shaking his foot, the tip of his shoe covered in blood.

"Would you mind not contaminating the crime scene," I hissed at him and he gave me a dirty look.

Jen was asking to speak to witnesses and the scared looking man from earlier stepped forward. She led him away from the body and I followed whilst Jason set up a perimeter around the scene.

"I saw it all!" The man announced. "It was a man, he was tall and slim, longish hair. I'd just served him at the bar and he'd ordered a whiskey. He struck me as odd as he just looked... I don't know... out of place. I mean, everyone comes here to have a good time, but not him. He just had this dead-eyed kind of stare about him. Chilled me to the bone it did."

He paused and I felt an involuntary shiver run through me. "Go on... what happened?" I urged.

"It was fucking horrible..." The man started shaking his head, then he screwed his eyes shut, burying his head in his hands.

"Take your time," I heard Jen speak from beside me.

"NO!" My voice came out loud and harsh and the man looked up at me, taken aback. "He's out there... the man that did this. Do you want him to get away? You need to start talking... now!"

"Lyla..." I heard Jen mumble but I ignored her, stepping in front of her.

The man carried on with a shaky voice. "He was standing there, at the edge of the dance floor, just staring across. I went to serve someone and when I looked back he'd moved. So I looked for him. He was behind that guy..." He pointed at the victim.

"He grabbed his hair, like this..." he showed us by grabbing a scruff of his own hair by the crown, lifting it clear of his head. "At first I thought there was a fight so I called to Levi, the security guy, but when I looked back he had this huge knife..."

A look of horror twisted his face and he paused before he carried on, miming a slicing motion across his throat with his finger. "He cut him... and the blood... it sprayed everywhere. And he didn't just slit it... he was fucking sawing at it. You've seen his neck! His head's practically off! And he was fucking smiling for gods sake! Like he was enjoying it! Who is he? This man? Will he be back? He saw me watching! He looked right at me! What if he comes back?"

The poor guy was working himself into a frenzy now. Jen stepped forward trying to calm him, an arm around his shoulder.

"Where did he go?" I said firmly, gripping the man's shoulders and pushing Jen out of the way in the process.

He was past talking now, so traumatised by reliving the incident that he could only babble incoherently. He raised a hand and pointed towards a door over the far side of the room. I didn't think, I just took off, ignoring Jen who called after me.

I crossed the room in a flash and lunged at the handle, slipping through without looking back. I was in a dimly lit service corridor with numerous doors leading off from it. There was what looked like a fire exit at the far end so I made my way quickly towards it, reaching up to feel my gun in the holster under my jacket for reassurance.

All of a sudden without warning the lights went out, plunging the corridor into darkness. I froze, listening for a sound but hearing none. I should go back. I started to retrace my steps but a sound made me stop in my tracks, freezing again. It was a door opening and shutting nearby and then quiet, scuffling footsteps getting progressively louder. Another door opened and shut. I span around, trying to discern the source of the sounds.

Adrenaline started to pump through my veins, preparing me for fight or flight, but how could I fight? I couldn't even see a hand in front of my face.

Run Lyla! Get the fuck out of there! My mind blared, but now I was disoriented and wasn't sure which way to go. There was silence again apart from my ragged breathing. I sounded scared. I was scared.

Stay calm!

I reached out, blindly groping to feel the wall to get my bearings. There it was. Now which way was back? I shuffled, trying not to make a sound but my shin connected with something hard and I yelped in pain.

Fuck! Pull it together Lyla! Just a few more steps and you'll reach the door.

But I never did. I shuffled forward, feeling resistance and reaching out a hand to feel solid warmth. There was a figure blocking my path.

The scream never made it past my lips. It was cut off as a large hand clamped over my mouth, stifling all sound but a desperate, muffled moan. My hands shot up to try and prise the hand away but it was no use. I could feel the heat of a body behind me, shunting me forwards until I felt the wall hit my front, pressing me against it. Then there was another sensation that made me stop struggling in an instant. Cold, sharp steel against my neck, pressing into the delicate skin. My head was immediately flooded with images of the dead man, the wound on his neck gaping like an obscene, bloody jaw. I tensed, uttering a desperate plea in my head, waiting for the blade to bite.

"One sound out of you and I'll fucking slice you from ear to ear. You understand?"

It was Van. Of course it was Van. But why? He should have fled the scene. He could have been miles away by now. But he was here... now... and for what?

He spoke again, his voice full of menace, answering my thoughts. "I've been waiting for you Lyla..."

[scifrey]

Videos to Watch if You Enjoyed "Cling Fast"

How Much Booze Did Medieval People Really Drink? - Dr. Eleanor Janega teaches us how to booze it up, White Horse-style.

Could You Make a Living in Medieval London? - Another great Eleanor Janega video about occupations, scandals, and the every day lives of every day folks in Medieval cities.

What Was Life Really Like For A Medieval Peasant? - the last of the Eleanor Janega videos about what kind of life Hob Gadling would have lived before he met his Stranger.

A Tudor Feast - domestic historians and archeologists Ruth Goodman, Alex Langlands, Peter "Fonz" Ginn and Hugh Beamish - under the supervision of Marc Meltonville of Hampton Court Palace's Tudor kitchens - prepare and serve a tudor banquet at Haddon Hall in Derbyshire. Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Who Do You Think You Are: Danny Dyer Learns Tudor Etiquette - A segment from the Ancestry.com series following actor Danny Dyer as he explores his royal roots.

Who Would Be King of England Today According to Henry VIII's Will? - chartmaker Matt Baker takes us through the royal family tree from Henry the Eighth to the present day, if his edict that the next monarch in the event that his three children (Mary, Edward, and Elizabeth) produced no heirs, then the crown should next fall to the children of his youngest sister. And not, as actually happened, go to James of Scotland.

Royal Myths: Elizabeth I and the Spanish Armada - Dr. Lucy Worsley talks us through the propaganda and fibs that have sprung up around Good Queen Bess, and whether or not she really did declare that she had the stomach of a king.

Dancing Cheek to Cheek: The Devil's Work - Another great series by Dr. Lucy Worsley, chief curator of Royal Historic Palaces, but this time she's joined by Strictly Come Dancing's Len Goodman. They trace the history of dance in Britain, and this episode features some rowdy Medieval and Elizabethan numbers.

Turn Back Time: Tudor Monastery Farm - This series sees Ruth, Alex, and Peter return to the Elizabethan age, this time spending a year on a farm worked by peasants and serfs in service to the church.

The Tudors' Bizarre 12 Days Of Christmas Ritual - The Tudor Monastery Farm Christmas special.

Hardwick Hall: A window onto the Elizabethan world - Sheffield Hallam University gives a great look at Hardwick Hall (more glass than wall), the estate home of the wealthiest woman in Britain at the time, and the kind of place Hob would have aspired to build.

Tudor Food & Etiquette Explained in 14 Minutes - Quick and dirty explanation of where your napkin goes and who the 'chairman of the board' was.

Tudor Houses Explained in 10 Minutes - Not particularly engagingly presented, but a video chock full of visual examples of different kinds of Tudor houses and buildings.

Modern History: The Knight - Jason Kingsley introduces us to the concept behind Modern History and in particular their first series, “The Knight”. Jason has been fascinated by history his whole life, in particular the medieval period and the life of knights. (This is the first video of a playlist).

Royal Armouries - Elizabethan Swordsmanship - a demonstration by weaponsmasters at the Royal Armouries Museum in Leeds. (I recommend turning on closed captioning for this one, as the sound was recorded live with no mics.)

Getting Dressed - Tudor Royal Household - a nice, even-paced and well produced video showing what it was like to get dressed in queen Katherine Parr's household.

Dressing Up a Tudor Man - my personal heroes at Prior Attire show us what the blokes were wearing at the time. Keep in mind that this is 40 years too early for Hob and Dream's disastrous Shakespeare-ruined feast. (I recommend turning on closed captioning for this one, as the sound was recorded live with no mics.)

And just for the fun of it:

Medieval Pickup Lines from the folks behind (I believe?) Whores of Yore, and Top Tudor Historian Rates Famous Movie Scenes, wherein Dr Nicola Tallis, British historian and author of three books on the Tudors, rates scenes from five blockbuster movies set in the Tudor period. (I love how scandalized she gets.)

If you want more, I really recommend anything at all featuring Doctors Lucy Worsley, Eleanor Janega, and Ruth Goodman (search their names on YouTube and you'll find a wealth of clips, full episodes, and even playlists.)

[rustyelias]

Alright I finished Rusty quill gaming a month ago so!!! More out of context quotes I wrote down!!! very out of context spoilers maybe

- I speak gang signs -Lydia

- California fell into the sea :D -Jonny

- The scariest tree is no tree -Bryn

- hashtag quill gate -Alex

- Nice podcast you have here :) it would be a shame if it was derailed >:) -ben

- 🎶my milkshake brings all the blokes to the bar🎶 -ben maybe?? I forgot

- Jason babe, darling, sugar plum my delicious rose!! -Ben

- I’m too busy smoking cigarettes and kissing girls to prep dnd -Bryn? -Ben?

- this is like fricking Eurovision-Ben

- Shhhh! Shut up it’s still Ben time -Ben

- I ate a frog Hamid :( -Alex (I think this was ed)

- I’m like a cleric of being cool 😎 -Ben

- Gotta recommend locking your furrbie up for 2 to 3 years! ITS AMAZING :D -Alex

- Magnus Fans and rusty quill gaming fans FIGHT! -Bryn

- Your going to be taking penalty on your sneak checks because you dummy thick -Alex

- ‘to late Zolfs head is already in there.’ He’s got AirPods in!!! We cant save him :( -Helen

- Are you the Torys?? -Lydia

- Don’t kink shame the tunnel (i didnt note down who said this one :( )

- Hamid is a independent women! -Bryn

(I note these down by voice actor not character i dont know why i did that but I did BUT it’s fun to guess if it’s in character or not :D )

[elfryn]

Fanfiction. Title: Lucky. Word count: 1679. Ratings: Explicit. Relationship: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Lois Lane/Bruce Wayne Warnings: cheating, alcohol consumption, sex between women, bisexuality, threesome [f/f/m], fingering, masturbation, multiple orgasms, oral sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, p-in-v sex Summary: Bruce goes to a charity event and has more fun than he expected. Links: ao3, tips! Commissions info here!

Diana Prince is a big woman. On her own, she's a tall woman. But her high-heeled shoes make her a head taller than most people in the room. Her broad shoulders, her shapely arms, her full breasts. She's a vision to mere mortals, like a goddess, or in this case, a demigoddess. Come to the world of men to capture hearts and trample them with her stiletto heels. Diana is elegant in a way that many are not. Happy is the man who walks side by side with her, who can call her his own. Happy is Steve Trevor with his silly, champion smile and his arm entwined with hers, walking beside her like the king of men. 

Bruce brings his whisky, it's the third of the night. He watches from his seat at the bar as Diana smiles and chats with people who don't deserve her attention — strolling among the masses, carrying her little dog with her. Bruce doesn't hate Steve, far from it. He's a decent bloke. But he's too lucky. After all, any man who can say he slept with Diana Prince is too lucky. Bruce wants to be lucky, too. Every man and woman in this ballroom wants to be lucky, too.

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Clark Kent. The slender, fumbling journalist who is just a front for something even more irritating. If Bruce doesn't hate Steve, Clark is someone he can't stand. Not because he's tall or strong or handsome, even though he hides behind those hideous framed glasses. No. Bruce hates Clark because he is lucky. Any man who can say he's dating Lois Lane is lucky. 

Bruce hates lucky men. Even more so now that Selina has broken up with him. So he drinks. Bruce Wayne is a womaniser. Bruce Wayne is a playboy. Bruce Wayne is a drunk. Bruce Wayne is a pitiful creature. Tonight, all these things are real. 

From his fixed spot by the bar, he observes and watches and drinks. 

Lois and Diana chat like old friends. They laugh, brush up against each other, and exchange glances. They have fun amid so many unfortunate souls. Lois' black dress is tight and matches perfectly with Diana's equally tight red dress.

Noticing Bruce's gaze fixed on them, they nod and smile. He doesn't do much more than nod back. And that's all they need to do to acknowledge each other's existence. 

The seconds drag into minutes and turn into hours. Eventually, Bruce loses sight of them both and with nothing else to do, he decides there's a limit to how long he can sit around feeling sorry for himself. Looking around one last time, he contemplates the idea of picking up a woman at random and taking her with him. But he decides against it. Even though he's a millionaire playboy, he's still a vigilante and certain marks on his body are hard to explain. 

Walking through the corridors with heavy steps, he passes a multitude of doors. Many rooms are closed or occupied. Bruce can hear the sound of people screwing everywhere. Rich people are like that, he thinks. All they care about is drinking and shagging. Maybe if he were a normal rich guy like everyone else, he'd be like that too. 

Without paying much attention to his steps, he stumbles over an abandoned shoe in the corridor. If Dick or Jason saw him, they would laugh at how the great Batman nearly broke his neck over a high heel dropped in the middle of the road. Muttering a swear word, he notices that the nearest door is ajar. Most likely, the owner of the shoe ran into the room without caring about nearly causing someone's broken neck. Grunting, he throws the heel inside the room. That's when he notices who's in the room.

Diana and Lois. 

Diana Prince is kissing Lois Lane. 

Clark Kent's girlfriend has her hand up Steve Trevor's girlfriend's dress. 

The redhead's hair is cascading around her face. The brunette's bun is messy and loose. Their dresses crumpled. A red lace bra lying on the floor. Her heels are lost in the partially lit room. 

Bruce lets out a laugh. It's something half mad, half incredulous. It's a sound that comes from deep in his throat and reaches the ears of the two women, who move apart immediately. The three of them stare at each other for a long second. 

“Don't let me interrupt you, ladies,” he says eventually. 

”As if you could interrupt us,” Lois retorts. She always has an answer on the tip of her tongue. 

“I couldn't if I wanted to,” Bruce agrees. 

“And what are you going to do?” Diana asks in a defiant voice. 

“I could walk away and pretend I didn't see anything,” he replies.

“Or…?” Diana begins but doesn't finish. 

Bruce finishes Diana's sentence wordlessly by closing the door behind him. The three of them face each other again. The silence is longer and more tense, and the surrounding air is hot and heavy. Diana and Lois exchange glances that Bruce could only describe as mischievous. 

With long, seductive strides, they walk up to him. Pulling him by the tie, they lead him to an armchair and drop him unceremoniously into it. The place they are in is like an office. There's a two-seater sofa and two armchairs facing the sofa. A large desk in one corner. A bookcase to one side and large windows covered by heavy velvet curtains. 

Bruce accepts the seat they have chosen for him and watches as they make their way to the sofa opposite him. 

Diana pulls Lois into a long, wet kiss. Her tongue roamed through her mouth. The brunette throws the redhead's head back, regaining access to her neck. She trails a path of kisses down to the tips of her full breasts that peek out over the top of Lane's dress. Using her long, slender fingers, Diana gropes for the zip of the dress, finding it in seconds. The sound of the zip being opened fills the room. She lets the straps of the dress fall, and Lois' breasts practically jump out. Diana uses her calloused hands from years of sword training to massage and stimulate Lois' breasts, and Lane moans loudly. 

Bruce feels his erection growing against the unflattering fabric of his trousers. He slips his hand inside his trousers and runs his fingers along his shaft. 

Diana realises what he's doing and laughs. 

As the princess of the Amazons, Diana Prince can be a very cruel woman when she wants to be, but she also knows how to treat a lady. She runs her fingers down Lois's body, causing her to spasm and make sounds as one of her hands continues to work on her breasts. Diana trails a hand down to the hem of her dress, and her hand disappears under Lane's dress. Lois moans loudly. Diana's movements are provocative, she plays with Lois. She plays with Bruce. Diana Prince is a cruel monarch. Her thrusts pick up speed as Bruce's movements on himself get faster. Bruce and Lois are breathing hard, gasping and moaning and howling, and they both scream together. They reach orgasm. 

Diana takes the fingers she used on Lois into her mouth and sucks them eagerly. 

Prince stands up with careful movements. Without difficulty, she discards her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Without hesitation, she marches over to Bruce wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties. Bruce realises how wet the material is. Diana kneels in front of Wayne and spreads his legs. She pulls down his trousers, which are now stained, and his underwear comes off with them.

Without much thought, she grabs his cock. Her thin, long, warm fingers work on his member. Diana takes the head of his cock into her mouth and moistens it. Bruce moans against her warm, soft mouth. 

Diana sucks and blows and goes all the way. She bites and nips and scratches him with her teeth in a way he didn't even know he could enjoy. 

Bruce can see Lois open on the sofa, playing by herself as she watches them. With Diana sucking him off and Lois masturbating in front of him, it doesn't take Bruce long to cum. Prince swallows every drop of his juice. The air around them gets hotter. The smell of sweat and cum is strong.

Diana is not satisfied. She gets rid of her last piece of clothing and sits on Bruce's cock. She rocks and rides, and Bruce moans louder. Perhaps, were it not for the deliberately loud music in the ballroom, people would hear him screaming. Bruce pulls Diana to him, kissing her and tasting his taste mixed with Lois. He massages her breasts, making her wail louder against his mouth. They use each other and Bruce comes inside her. When Diana gets off him, Bruce notices Lois leaning over the table. She's waiting. Bruce may be many things, but he's not a man to keep a woman waiting. The brunette takes the redhead from behind, thrusting hard into her hole. Clark Kent may be Super, but it's Bruce who makes Lois roll her eyes and scream obscenities and call his name. He fucks her until she forgets who the alien is and when he's finished, he comes inside her, just like he did with Diana. 

Diana licks Bruce's cum off Lois's leg, turning her around on the table and sitting her face towards herself. She takes the redhead's hole with her tongue and makes her scream without having time to catch her breath. Prince penetrates Lois with her tongue and fingers, she touches a special place that makes her scream. Lois holds onto the table, arching her back and hooking her legs around Diana's shoulders.

Lois is like a divine vision. Diana is like a sinful vision. Bruce feels as if he has died and gone to heaven. Or maybe hell. 

He doesn't care which is which, he just knows he's a very lucky man.

[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 4: Weakness

It’s too quiet. 

Normally I allow the bustling sounds of London to lull me to sleep in my apartment. The unnatural silence makes my thoughts spring to life and I slowly open my eyes. I’m lying in a white room, in a white hospital bed, in white linens, while wearing a white surgical gown. So much white you’d think the place was sculpted from fresh snow.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

The sound of Q’s voice is both startling and assuring, somewhat contradictory. He’s seated in a lounge chair to my right holding a tea mug.

“Earl Gray, I presume?” I rasp in a groggy voice.

“Yes. Sounds like you could use some too.” He picks up an extra mug from the counter and gently hands it to me, which I take with what grateful smile I can muster from my drowsiness.

“Glad to have you back in one piece, though I must say you could’ve done without the theatrics.”

“Bond’s rule of thumb is that you do whatever it takes to make the enemy lower their guard. In my case it’s usually seduction.”

Q’s face twists in a look that’s a mix between confused and disturbed, raising both eyebrows at me. “You kissed him?”

I set my mug down and sit up straighter, flashing him a smirk. “Someone sounds jealous.”

“Not even remotely. You just happen to form a crush on everyone you interact with on missions?”

I let out a dramatic sigh and shake my head. “I will miss that scientist. He was cute.”

“Is he your type?” 

Is this conversation for professional or personal inquiry?

“I wouldn’t know my type.”

This leaves Q looking more puzzled, but he ignores it and pulls out a file from his bag.

“While your mission was a slim success, I must say that there is some bad news. I’m afraid Agent 003 from the Middle East has been eliminated.”

The name makes my thoughts snap. “Jason’s dead?”

Q offers a look of sympathy. “I’m afraid so. Did he mean anything to you?”

I look away and stare off into the annoying white abyss. “He’s not supposed to. No one is. But even I go soft once in a while.”

Now Q stands up, gathers his things, and begins to walk to the door. “I wouldn’t be so soft around M. She’s being held against a rock and a hard place right now because of all this espionage business going on.”

I feel my patience growing thin. “Hey!” Q turns around. “Just because I’m a 00 agent doesn’t mean my womanly instincts turn off. Yes, I care. Should I? Probably not. But I do anyway. So if being human is pathetic to you and any other MI6 member, then so be it!”

Q once again takes my outburst very calmly. “You’ve been under a lot of pressure. For now you should get some rest.”

This only makes me angrier. “Do not mistake my morals for weakness. Not everyone can be as cold and heartless as you.”

“Who says I’m heartless?” Q argues back.

“Um. Excuse me?” Eve knocks on the partly-opened door and gives us each a worried look. “M is asking for you, Q. She also wants to see 0011 once she’s recovered.”

I groan. “How long will that take? I’m not going to spend the next month in recovery, am I?”

“That’s precisely what you’re going to do,” Eve says as Q walks out, still looking cross. “What did you say to piss him off?”

I gawk. “Me? He’s the one saying I’m weak! Just because I have friends he thinks I’m pathetic!”

“You’ll have to excuse him, Levie. The only kind of social activity he’s used to is his job and his cats.”

Another thought pops up. “Oh! Speaking of which-?”

Eve laughs. “Yes, I did feed Cricket while you were out! He misses you.”

“At least someone does.”

“By the way, Bond might stop by for a visit.”

My spirits perk up. “He’s back?” 

“He was able to find the hidden workplace of Silva, one of M’s old agents, who’s being interrogated downstairs.”

“Bond caught the bloke? Good for him. What happens now?”

Eve seems to think something over, then walks over and starts pulling my bed toward the door.

“Wait- What on Earth are you doing?”

She smiles. “You may be in recovery, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be part of the boring stuff. Let’s get you some fresh clothes, and then it’s off to the computer lab!”

She wheels me down the hall to the locker room, where Eve retrieves my personal apparel. Thankfully I left behind some extra workout clothes. After what takes forever, Eve helps me into them and then pushes me into the boring computer lab. Inside we find Q and Bond looking over a large screen.

“Welcome back, Bond. What’s the damage so far?”

The older agent looks me up and down in my weakened state. “The damage we should be discussing is yours. What the Hell happened to you?”

“I had a run-in with a bullet during my mission. Don’t be demeaning, it’s bad enough I’m forced to be bedridden for a month. Just tell me what’s going on so I might help.”

Bond gets an amused smirk and he gives my hand a hearty shake. “Q tells me your mission was a success, despite your injury. Congratulations. Right now we’re decrypting Silva's laptop.”

The screen above keeps flashing new wavy and intricate patterns as Q searches. I feel useless considering that tech is not my strong suit.

“Excuse me for not understanding. I’m just the one who follows orders and does the punching.”

“There’s more to being an agent than punching,” Q mutters.

Then Bond seems to recognize something. “It’s London. A map of London.”

Finally! Something starts to make sense- What the-?

Now all the floor hatches are opening throughout the room, causing Q to get a confused look.

“Wait. Why are the doors opening?”

Bond goes sprinting out of the room, and then Eve leaves me by rushing off to find M. What could possibly- Oh God.

“Q, detach the laptop! Kill the laptop!”

But it’s too late. All around us screens fizzle and erupt with static. Every firewall and security measure put in place is shattered, with Q’s screen displaying the words: ‘Not such a clever boy.’

“Shit. Shit!”

“Language, Quartermaster,” I grunt from my bed, useless to do anything.

“Lecture me about it later, 0011. The whole system’s going through security protocol. He hacked us!”

“Then Silva's going to escape.” I reach over and grab a radio. “Bond, do you read me?”

“He’s gone!” he shouts.

I hand the radio to Q. “Work your magic, Quartermaster.”

He shakes himself out of a trance and nods. “Ok. Ok. Bond? Where are you?” After a second Q gets his answer. “He’s headed downward, towards the train tracks.”

Q sets his jaw straight and rushes over to start looking through the computer. While he’s giving Bond instructions, I grip the counter and start to pull myself across the room.

“Careful. There’s a train coming,” I hear Q say.

What is it with Bond and bloody trains? I’m almost to the end of the computer lab-

“Where do you think you’re going?” Q asks behind me.

“Going to help.”

“In your condition? You won’t make it to the elevator.”

“Rather try than just sit here and do nothing- Ugh.” I let go of the railing, starting to feel dizzy again.

I hear Q step behind me and then feel his lanky arms lay me back down in the bed.

“You haven’t made up for your blood loss. You need to rest. Bond can do it himself.”

“I’ll rest when we don’t have an act of espionage infiltrating our government…” I start to black out.

“Now’s not the time to be reckless,” Q argues.

“Can’t help it. You’re just too enticing not to.”

He lets out a laugh. “Ok, you’re clearly delusional. Here, breathe this. It will make you sleep."

I feel something being pressed to my nose. “I don’t want to sleep-”

“Breathe this now or I will straddle you, hold you down, and knock you out myself!”

Who knew? Q is actually dominating.

“Hm. That last option seems tempting. Fine, I’ll do it.”

It doesn’t take long for the sleeping drug to kick in, and soon my mind melts into black nothingness. It’s like I’m falling, falling in an eternal abyss with specs of light flying past me. I’m just disappointed I unable to help stop that creep…

[whatiwillsay]

I don’t think the alchemy is about Karlie, but how can you be serious in thinking it’s about Travis. You’re so basic, surface level in all of your analysis. Why bother?

how is that basic? what is the deeper analysis on these lyrics that don't point to travis:

So when I touch down (football reference) Call the amateurs and (professional sports reference) Cut 'em from the team (professional sports reference) Ditch the clowns, get the crown Baby I'm the one to beat (sports reference) Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

These blokes warm the benches ("i broke up with my British ex boyfriends joe and matty") We been on a winning streak (taylor winning aoty and travis winning the SuperBowl) He jokes that it's heroin but this time with an "E" (making fun of matty who would be her ex if this song is about travis) Cause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads (jason shirtless at the SuperBowl and football dudes taking their shirts off in general, travis getting lifted up on his teammates' shoulders after winning games) Beer sticking to the floor (travis loves to drink and party after he wins) Cheers chanted (you cheer at sporting events), cause they said There was no chance (chiefs were not supposed to win back to back superbowls), trying to be The greatest in the league (the NFL is referred to as the league in the US) Where's the trophy? (SuperBowl trophy) He just comes running over to me (he literally ran over to taylor once she made it onto the field)

like what else is this song about??? you can't just ignore all the lyrics because they're "basic". it might not be her deepest song but acknowledging all those references to her boyfriend is not "basic" it's common sense.

i have taylor and travis confirmed as legit by several different insiders. it's just a song about her boyfriend. some things with taylor are just face value.

[forensicated]

What Goes Around

Set after part 6 of Conviction: Judgement Day (Series 25) of The Bill. I always sort of felt that Smithy would be more bothered about what he'd done to Devlin but the reboot/quick reshuffle and promotion had to take focus and they couldn't dwell on it too. Here, Smithy and Gina meet up and talk through what happened.

Characters: Smithy and Gina [with a side mention of a certain Jonathan Fox. Because he and Gina definitely reunited now she wasn't an officer. They did. Honest! Ahem.]

What Goes Around

"How did you do it?"

Gina raised her gaze from where she had been studying the label of the expensive bottle of scotch she was about to open. "How did I do it?" she repeated in a thoughtful tone. "How did I do it?" She fixed Smithy with an unwavering stare. "No. Even I haven't mastered the ability to read people's minds yet. How did I do what?"

"Be an Inspector." Smithy took the bottle from Gina's hand and unceremoniously pulled both the seal and cork stopper from it. "You did it for 15 years after all." He shrugged, pouring them both a large measure before he sank a good third of his in one go with barely a wince.

Gina's expression changed from vaguely amused to concerned, knowing whatever it was bothering her friend – it wasn't good. They'd been here many times over the years, both good and bad for each, but this was the first time since her departure from the station 9 months previously that Smithy had been quite so sullen for so long. Usually, he'd moan about his fellow Sergeant Callum Stone and pout for a few minutes before the drink would do its job and the topic change to let them catch up on how each other had been. Often Smithy would tease Gina for not yet starting her walk of the length of Great Britain despite her repeated claims she was going to start it 'soon'.

"Dale-?"

"Meadows' offered me the job." He said, swirling the amber liquid around his glass.

"Jack did?" Gina blinked, "But what about Rachel? And Heaton? Has something happened? Are they alright?"

"Heaton's been headhunted to set up a specialist human trafficking unit. Took Rachel, Kezia and Stuart Turner with him. They all left the same day."

"Bet he's popular," Gina smirked into her glass before taking a sip. "So Jack-?"

"He's the new Super. Heaton put a word in for him." Smithy explained. "He's offered me the Inspector position."

"I'd say congratulations but you don't exactly look as though you're jumping for joy, darlin'." Smithy's hunched body language told her he hadn't yet drunk nearly enough scotch for her to get him to open up. "Jack Meadows is Superintendent again? Only took him 17 years to get back to where he was. Typically it's all of 3 years before he hits retirement." She said, changing tact. "Did you take him up on his offer?" she asked.

Smithy nodded and topped up the glasses. The alcohol, the quiet warmth of Gina's house and the comfort of his closest friend being present after everything that had happened was starting its usual magic. He'd gone to Gina because he knew he could trust her no matter what he'd done. Telling her however was a whole other matter.

He began asking if she'd heard of Matthew Devlin or his son Jason. When she hadn't, he explained that they'd only moved down to London from 'Up North' a couple of years ago and until recently neither been in trouble with the police. "The son, Jason, he's a real psychopath. Went from laughing to kicking a man unconscious in minutes simply because his girlfriend hugged the bloke and kissed him on the cheek when he'd told her he was about to become a father." Smithy took another sip before continuing. "They had houses that were essentially slums and illegal HMOs. They were crammed full of mostly illegal immigrants." He sighed, his mood dipping even further at the memory. "The state of those houses, you should have seen them. There were like 8 or 10 people living, eating, sleeping in one room, repeated in every room of the house."

Gina sighed and gently rubbed his back for comfort, letting him get the emotions he'd bottled up out without her interrupting him and taking him off track. She knew he didn't want sympathy – he wanted to be heard and to tell her something that was obviously troubling him.

Smithy paused only to take another gulp from his glass. "The smell was something else, the fire escapes boarded up with stuff in the way and the fire alarms themselves disabled. The electrics were bare wires – if they worked full stop! There were so many kids in there, you couldn't move for fear of standing on someone. Course they were charging impossible rents for every person." he scoffed. "Claimed they knew nothing about it, that the 'legal' tenants must have "invited their families. The Devlin's got all of a smack on the wrist and a fine for breaching housing violations whilst the tenants got visits from immigration and threats of being sent straight back to whatever horrors they escaped from."

He went quiet for a good couple of minutes, staring miserably into his glass, his knuckles white from the tightness of his grip. Gina stayed quiet, knowing he needed to work through his anger before it came too much for him – little knowing that that was exactly what had already happened. "Turns out they were trafficking them over too. Packing them into crates and loading the lorries in such ways that it was dangerous for customs to investigate further. It's a wonder they even got to Sun Hill from Afghanistan in the first place without anything happening to the people in the back. One of the lorries stopped suddenly where me and Ben were patrolling. The driver took one look at the uniforms and legged it." He finally lifted his gaze, Gina alarmed to see his eyes were red and watering. "The noise, Gina...” He swallowed shakily, it obvious that it had been haunting him.

Gina sighed and moved her hand so her arm was more around him and gave him a gentle squeeze. "I'm sure you did everything that you could. Knowing you, you went above and beyond as always."

Smithy took a deep breath in and sniffed back tears before continuing. "Jala, she's only just 11. She had to watch her father die in front of her whilst she was trapped. She was right next to another man who didn't make it. I had to tell her that her father had died. She's now an orphan. The only family she's got left here is her aunt. I could only get her out, I couldn't save him. He was-"

"It's OK." Gina soothed and slid her other arm around Smithy, letting her head rest against his in comfort as he fought to regain his composure. "You did your best," She soothed. "No one could have asked any more of you."

"Couldn't they?" Gina felt Smithy's shoulders rise under her arm in defense, the action telling her he hadn't yet told her everything that was bothering him.

"You're one of the best coppers I know." She said softly, still holding him so he didn't feel any pressure from eye contact and try to repress everything again without getting it off his chest. "Stupidly brave. Loyal to a fault. Calm under serious levels of pressure that other-" She trailed off at hearing a loud snort of derision come from Smithy and moved her hand from his shoulder to his chin. "What did you do?" She asked, lifting his chin though his gaze remained on the floor, unable to meet hers. Gina sighed, realising that he wasn't upset just at the situation, he was deeply ashamed of something.

"Jason Devlin." He said very quietly, his voice was almost a growl. "He had stolen jewellery in his boot that his associate had removed from those they trafficked over just 'cos they could. He caused a riot on the White Gate estate by forcibly evicting illegal immigrants as part of some stupid big show that he was 'playing by the rules in front of the police." He scoffed. "The residents tooled up and went after him and his goons. We had to remove him from the estate to calm the riot down and try and regain control. Stevie took him to his car after they mobbed the panda they were in to lynch him. She saw the bag and tried to look at it... he kicked her until she was unconscious."

"Oh, Smithy." Gina sighed, closing her eyes briefly, not needing him to spell out what he'd done. "You found her? Is she alright?"

Smithy nodded, turning his head from Gina's hand and sinking the remainder in his glass before speaking. "It was like an out-of-body experience. I just... lost it. I saw her on the ground out cold and went for him before I could do anything else." He swallowed hard, a tear tracing its way down his cheek. "Stone found me. He er, he... checked on Devlin and I er...." he downed another large gulp of his drink. "I checked Stevie and he... he called for ambulances and then the inspector came and Callum took over. Said we found them both and did first aid. He covered up for me, let the bosses think it was a disgruntled tenant that attacked him." He licked his dry lips. "They still do. He's been through court. I perjured myself. I could feel him staring at me from across the courtroom. Knowing every word was a lie."

Gina shook her head, "Knowing that he was responsible for at least two people's deaths just that month alone. Who knows if there have been any more they've 'disposed of' whilst they'd been doing it. Knowing they are ripping off some of the most vulnerable people and their families several times over for a so-called better life only to keep bleeding them dry when they got them here as a captive market." Unlike Smithy's, Gina's tone was calm and measured. "To subject them to God knows what because they have no one else they can tell as they fear being sent back by the authorities or their families being harmed if they did speak out. They have nothing, they're abused, vulnerable and stuck in a circle of giving every last penny they do receive or earn to The Devlin's and his ilk for this 'better life' that just doesn't happen."

She turned his head again. This time Smithy raised his gaze slightly but wouldn't look at her still, unable to meet her gaze for fear of seeing her be disappointed in him. "Whilst I don't condone what you did, I'm not going to punish you for it like you seem to want me to. Smithy, you're not just Sergeant Smith, a robotic android like police officer. You're human. You have emotions and feelings just like everyone else – even me." She paused, Smithy giving her a sad smile in response to her small joke. "Everyone has a breaking point and let's face it, you'd been through an entire roller coaster of emotions in a few short weeks caused by the actions of two toerags. Devlin's not some innocent mixed up in something out of his depth. He actively set out to break the law, to harm and hoodwink some of the most vulnerable people in the world. I'm not going to lose any sleep over him getting a taste of his own medicine and neither should you."

"I broke the law, Gina!" Smithy swallowed, "I assaulted him! I covered it up!"

"You did." she nodded. "But what part of you beating yourself up forever will make that have not happened? What part of you handing yourself in, losing your job, causing a mistrial, having Devlin freed and you potentially inside serves the Jala's of the world? Her, her aunt, her father... the real victims? You're a million times more useful to them and every other victim of crime that you come across where you are now, doing the job you've dedicated yourself to. Besides, if he got a chance he'd have done the same – if not worse – to you. This changes nothing."

Smithy swallowed and finally raised his gaze to meet Gina's. "So why do I feel like I'm a fraud? Why doesn't it feel like I deserve a promotion? Deserve to still have my job even?"

"Because you're a good man as well as a good officer," Gina said gently. "You know you did wrong and you know that the consequence of that is punishment. But Smithy, you've already punished yourself for what happened. Devlin is where he needs to be. He'd still be locked up for what he did either way whether this had happened or not. You just need to come to terms and accept that it did happen and draw a line under it. It's over. You'll be paying your penance through just doing your job and looking after everyone else but yourself." she said with a wry smile – one which Smithy mirrored in response. "Anyway; now you're on Inspector's wages, you can finally start bringing the scotch if you're going to make me listen to you being an old woman each time."

"Charming!" Smithy poured them both another drink and clinked his glass against Gina's in both cheers and thanks. "I'll remember that next time you're moaning about something Fantastic Mr Fox did or didn't do because you didn't tell him what you really meant." He smirked slightly before looking almost 'innocent'. "How is Jonathan by the way?

[captainlondonman]

Workie Skin

WORKIE SKIN

 I decided it was time to dress for work the way I wanted. I had been there 3 weeks now and had behaved myself wearing only 11hole DMs, khaki fatiques, and a checked shirt. They all bloody well knew I was a skin so why not dress like one. Anyway it would wind my manager up if nothing else. So I put on my 21 hole Rangers with white laces, my bleachers ( but making sure I wore a jockstrap to hold in my cock), red braces and a black Fred perry. Much better I thought , this is me.

 On the way to the factory, I stopped off for a piss. There was a youngish bloke just finishing off. Even with a jockstrap I had to put my hand well down my bleachers to pull out my cock. It was thick and heavy, ready for a good long piss. The bloke looked and I could see him starting to stroke his cock.

What are you fucking looking at you ponce. Never seen a big cock before. Fucking getting you horny aint it. Like to see a skin piss do you.

And with that I turned my knob and let him have it. The piss came out so quick that the bloke didn’t stand a chance to move away.  With my cock aiming straight at him, I sprayed him from his waist down, my piss running down his trousers, over his shoes, his whole crotch steaming with pee.

Don’t fucking mess with a skin you fucking ponce. You want to see fucking pee, so take this, take all my fucking piss down your front.

Christ what are you doing, I’ve got to go to work.

Well you can fucking well tell that a skin has pissed all over cause your were looking at his big dick. Serves you bloody right you little queer boy.

And with that I stuffed my cock back into my bleachers and as I went past him I puched his stomach and pushed him into the urinal.

Have a fucking good day and don’t try that with me again or you’ll get more than just my piss.

I felt good after that. A bit of aggro always made me feel better, and ready for work.

 I had gone along for an interview a few weeks ago and met the boss of the packaging company, Dave. He was a big bloke, thinning hair but cut very short almost skinhead. If I hadn’t been for an interview I might have tried it. We had a general chat and he asked if I dressed in skin gear most of the time. I said yeah, sure. He said it was fine by him but that I should tone it down for the other guys when coming to work and that he would not tolerate any aggro at work. If I understood that then I could start on Monday. The manager of the warehouse was a guy called Jason, who really fancied himself, in his designer gear and gelled hair, always going on about his wife and what a high flier she was. Did my head in. It was clear from the beginning that he didn’t like me, and anyway the feeling was mutual. A fucking wanker as far as I was concerned. He made a point of getting me to do all the dirty work, always trying to wind me up. I bit my lip and got on with it as the other guys were all OK. He would sometimes harp on about my skin gear, and ‘what the hell do I look like’. I would just reply and say ‘no worse than the expensive crap you’ve got on.’ Once or twice I would tell him to fuck off with a bit of menace and he would back down.

 When I got into work with my bleachers, I saw Dave and he just smiled and shook his head as he passed by. Jason’s eyes were out on stalks.

What the hell are you doing coming into work like that. This isn’t skin alley.

Look, Jas, as long I do my work you shouldn’t fucking well care, so get off my case.

I walked off feeling great in my gear and tough on him.

Throughout the day he got on my nerves saying everything I did was wrong. I was getting well and truly narked. Just before going off he came and said.

You have to work late tonight as your’e behind schedule and we have a rush job.

Shit man, I’m off with my mates, that’s why I dressed like this.

God knows what your mates look like, but if you want to keep your job you had better stay. Anyway I’m giving up an evening with my wife so you can bloody well give up your night.

To hell with your wife.

Well, are you staying.

Yeah but this hadnot better happen again.

Just remember who’s boss, me not you.. Now go and get on.

 All the other blokes left leaving Jason and I. I was dammed if I wasn’t going to get him riled, so I went to the bog and took off my jock strap and set my cock well down the inside leg showing all the meat. That’ll annoy him.

As he came up to me I turned round so he could get the full picture and sure enough his eyes moved down to my bulge.

Christ you skin heads do you have to show your cock. It’s probably a bloody sock you’ve got down there.

No it aint, its all mine, it’s the real thing

God knows how you are allowed to go out looking like that, bloody perverted.

I don’t think you look any better.

Well maybe if you look around and see everyone else then you might see you are the freak, dressed like a bloody idiot.

That was it. I wasn’t being called an idiot in my skin gear. Nobody calls a skin that and gets away with it.

I grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him into me punching him full in the stomach, and as he buckled I grabbed hold of his hair and yanked his head back.

Do’t fucking talk to me like that got it. Apologise.

No, he spluttered, if you think you’ve got a job now forget it, I’ll make sure Dave fires you tomorrow.

I don’t care if it means sorting you out, you bloody waste of space. You don’t talk to skin like that and if you do you can only expect this.

I punched him again.

Right you can pay for your fucking insults by getting down and licking my Rangers. I want to see them shining with your spit. Get down on your knees and start working. Now.

Getting hold of his hair I forced him down and then rammed his head so his mouth was tight against the boots. Clean them shit face. Get some of your spit on them. More. That’s right now fucking well lick those caps.

He started licking and I could see his spit oozing out over the boot head. Watching him lick and having total control over him made my cock start to twitch. It felt good to have him at my feet and my cocked liked it too. I could feel it starting to inch down my leg.

I said fucking lick, that’s right get round the side. I had one foot on his head making sure if was kept firmly down, my arms folded. Stupid cunt. Icouldn’t give a toss if I was sacked.

I put my other foot on the floor and rammed it between his legs, causing him to wince and then brought my foot up into his crotch.

Christ you’ve got a bloody hard on. So much for your little wife, that’s a fucking stiff dick down there. You like this pussy boy.

With that I hauled him and put his face tight to mine, grabbing hold of his crotch.

Who’s got a fucking stiff, eh boy and not a bad one at that. Bet the wife likes that but she’s not getting it tonight. I pulled his cock an rubbed over his balls. A good bulge down there. Let’s take this on a stage I thought.

Up against his face I gobbed him covering his mouth with spit then taking his face forced his head back so he opened his mouth and stuck my tongue right down his throat, moving it, my lips pressed against his. With my hand still on his cock he started responding, swallowing my tongue, and thrusting his crotch into my fist.

You fucking bi guy, your’e fucking getting off on all this. That cock of yours is bloody rigid.

I’m not the only one, Jason replied, his hand grappling at the big bulge in my bleachers, Christ that’s one hell of a cock, it sure is your own, its bloody huge.

You fucking love a bit of gob, take this.

His tongue came out and started to lick up my spit and I put my hand over his face smearing it as much as I could.

Seeing you now know that truncheon down my bleachers is all my big thick dick, then you’d better try it for size in that mouth of yours. Get back on your knees and open up my flies.

He got down and slowly started to unbutton my jeans. My cock was rock hard and straining down my leg.

Get your hand down there and pull it out.

I could feel his hand pushing its way trying to fee my dick which was now horizontal desperate to get out. He yanked it up and it sprang out to meet his face, precum on the end of the head.

Bloody hell I’ll choke on that.

Tough, you wanted to feel, you wanted to see it so now you can fucking well take down your throat and I want to feel it the whole way down the back.

I got hold of his chin and pulled it down to open his mouth.

Fucking take that as I pushed my dick in.

I could feel him gagging and the spit oozing out of his mouth but the more he gagged the more I wanted to face fuck him.

Get that down your fucking throat. Take my big dick.

What the hell is going on here!

I turned to see Dave standing in the doorway staring at us.

What the hell do you think you are doing in my office. Get that cock back in your jeans..now. Jason what do you think you are doing.

He forced me.. just cause I made some comments about his gear he’s forced me to do this. Good God I’m a married man, he made me do it.

Like…

That’s enough, roared Dave. Get yourselves tidied and be in my office in ten minutes. Right?

I stuffed my cock back into my jeans but a wet appeared, a mix of precum and Jason’s spit. Jason started to grope his dick making his present big bulge less and moving his cock into the vertical position, as in the horizontal it fairly poked out.

That’s you sacked, he stuttered. You have’nt a leg to stand on. You’ll be out on your ears.

You’ve a fucking cheek, if dave was looking closely he’d see you weren’t exactly being forced. You loved having my dick in your mouth, and that cock of yours is hardly hating the action. Look at it fucking sticking out, like a bloody pogo stick. If I go then you’ll be on your way too.

Do you think he ‘s going to believe you looking like that.

Just because you’ve got wifey at home and don’t want her know that you love cock and skin cock at that, I ain’t going quietly.

We’ll see. Dave knows my worth and he knows you for what you are. He’s said ‘ that Mike is a proper skin, need to watch him’ So you’ve had it.

With that we came to Dave’s office and knocked at the door.

Come in, he yelled.

Even I was now worried as we opened the door and walked in.

Fuck me, I shouted.

Christ, gulped Jason.

Standing in front of his desk arms folded, Dave was in full skin gear kit. 21 hole brown DMs with the tops of white socks showing, mac1 green jacket, white Fred perry, red braces and a skin tight pair of bleachers with a bulge that made me look twice, a fucking great tube of dick stuffed down his front bursting to get out and clearly showing a bloody great cut head.

So Jason, you think you can insult a skin and get away with it?

What the hell are you dressed like that for. You were in your office kit a few minutes ago, Jason spluttered

Cause I’m a bloody skin also. Can’t you see and I thought from the way you were acting in the warehouse it might get you going even more.

Are you not going to sack Mike for forcing me to give him head. He was well out of order forcing me.

It didn’t look like that to me the way your mouth was right down his shaft. Looks to me as if you’ ve done this before.

Christ, I shouted, you look bloody fantastic. We’ll show Jas. No skin gets talked to like that.

Too right Mike said, so Jas I want you back on your knees now with Mike’s cock back in your mouth.

With that he grabbed Jason by the scruff of his neck and forced him to his knees in front of me.

Get your flies open now, and let him have that cock.

Knowing what it felt like down his throat I wasted no time and besides it was ramrod stiff after seeing Dave in his kit especially with that whacking piece of meat down his legs.

Fucking suck my dick, Jas. I know you want it so shut up and get it down your throat.

Grabbing his head, I forced his mouth onto my cock.

Take some of my spit to help you, as I gobbed at his mouth , take that in and suck my dick. He started gagging as my cock inched down his throat but didn’t stop.

You like that boy don’t you. Fucking suck it, take the whole lot, you want to be face fucked don’t you. He was loving it working his spit on my knob his lips getting further up my shaft. You love big dick don’t you. Fucking suck it.

His hands went round my waist, clinging to me sucking and gobbing.

I looked over at Dave, what a fucking fantastic sight. His cock had inched down his leg and in spite of his tight bleachers was busting at the denim, his huge head at the end, his cock rock hard and his hand moving up and don the shaft.

Hey look at Dave, you see skins love seeing you guys getting stuffed. If you think I’ve a big dick you should see Dave’s. Jas turned and his eyes almost popped out his head looking at that huge prick still in his denim.

Keep on sucking.

No, that’s enough, Dave said. He had your dick as a warm up to open tthat throat. Now he can have a piece of real meat.

With that he unbuttoned his flies and thrusting his hand well down his jeans pulled out his mamouth tool.

Shit man, what a cock, that’ll shut you up Jas.

Mike you ain’t finished. Time you had his arse. I want to see him being fucked while sucking my cock. Right stand up Jason.

Jason did as told and Dave ripped open his flies pulling down his trousers and boxers in one go, Jason’s cock springing out and hitting his stomach.

Not a bad dick, Jason, you obviously don’t mind this too much judging by that stiff you’ve got there, now bend over. You’ve had the chance to suck Mike’s dick is readiness for my lump of meat, so start getting this down your throat.

As he bent down so I put a finger into his arse. It shot in and I could feel his crack right moist, as he started to shove his arse back into my finger.

You fucking love this, Jas. That arse of yours has been fucked before, wife or no wife. A fucking crater you’ve got here. Just as well so it can take my cock.

Jason couldn’t reply as he had his mouth tight over Dave’s dick, sucking his gob running down his face as he got his mouth that fucking great tool.

I put in another two fingers and moved around in his arse and could feel him groaning.

Right boy time to get fucked. Smearing spit on my knob, I started to work my cock into the open crack slowly pushing it in and feeling Jason moving back against my shaft.

Fuck me, Jas, your’e really wanting this cock of mine , and then I rammed home feeling the moisture of his arse.

With my cock up his arse, I was now right in front of Dave, who was giving jas a real face fuck. He reached forward and grabbed me round my neck. Get this tongue down yer throat and he kissed hard our tongues stuffed down each others throat.

Right now Mike, start fucking I want to see that cock of your pushing in and out fucking him hard, while he sucks me off. Ain’t that right Jason.

With Dave watching and loving the sight of my cock up the arse, I started to fuck jas hard, pulling my cock almost out and then ramming it hime pushing my shaft right up to the hilt.. Seeing this skin in front of me being sucked off with his huge prick, was a real turn on, and knowing he loved seeing my cock up jason’s arse was even better.

Take this cock you fucking bi boy. You love my dick up that arse. Fucking take the lot. I had my hands round his waist thrusting my cock in and out.

Go on Mike really give it to him, that’s right fuck him hard. I want to see your cock the whole way in so he can feel the full fucking length. Fuck him, go on fuck him. Shit man , I’m coming, take all my fucking spunk into that mouth of yours. I want it right down the back of your throat. Christ I’m coming. Take my spunk. Yeah, yeah.

And with that he shot wads of spunk into Jason, the spunk running down his chin even as he tried to swallow the lot, it just oozed out of his mouth.

Seeing dave having his orgasm was too much, Icould’t hold back any longer. Jesus I’m coming, shit, take this spunk up yer arse, fucking skin man’s spunk.

I came and could feel my spunk forcing its way right up his arse, loads of it.

Fucking take it.

Jason suddenly shouted, Christ I’m coming, I’m coming and his spunk jetted out across the floor

We all sat back exhausted. Dave spoke first.

Right Jason, we now you love cock, so less of the aggro with Mike or you know the consequences. Get dressed and get of home to your wife. I doubt if you’ll be shagging her tonight, you’ll be too busy thinking of Mike’s cock up that pretty arse of yours. Get going now and don’t say a thing.

Jason pulled up his trousers and did as told.

I haven’t finished with you, Mike. You stay behind

As the door shut, Dave said. So you think its great being a skin. Your’e fucking right, but it’s time you felt what it’s like to be like the rest of us at least during the day. Get your fucking kit off now

But….

Shut it, do as your told.

I stripped off and stood in front of him naked.

Not a bad bod there,you look after yourself and that sure is some dick. Many a day since you started have I had to come in here and shut the door to have a wank after seeing that cock of yours stuffed down your fatiques. You may have thought you were hiding it but I could see the bulge quite clearly. And when you came in today I almost shot my load before getting back to the office. Nothing to beat a randy skin with a big dick. But its time you changed, at least for now. You can get into my work gear, it over there on the chair, put in on now.

I went over and saw his white boxers on top. Get these on first.

As I stepped into them I could feel they were still warm from his body and could see a small skid mark and nice sized pee stain. Thinking they were dave’s already made my cock start to stir.

Now put on the shirt and trousers. They were a good fit and in a minute I had on the socks and shoes.

Looks fucking good, said Dave, but Christ are you always hard, look at that fucking bulge.

And as the trousers were quite loose, my prick stuffed down the inside leg you  with the full outline of the shaft and head causing a massive bulge.

Right, do a Jason, and get down and get that mouth of yours at my bulge.

His cock was bursting in his bleachers and I could see a large stain from his cum after being sucked off by Jason.

I got down and put my mouth to the denim running my lips up and down the shaft, nibbling at his pogo stick, with my hands round at his arse which was large with good solid cheeks.

Fucking like that office boy, don’t you, licking a skin. Now sit back.

As I did so so undid his flies and let his cock burst out, the large cut head staring at me.

Fucking like that don’t you, as he slapped his cock against my face, with me trying to catch it in my mouth.

I wanted that prick down my throat, I wanted it to gag me, and I was’nt disappointed as I choked with its size as Dave took hold of my head and started face fucking me.

You love this boy, sucking my big dick, dressed in my clothes, feeling my piss stain against your cock. Yeah, take my cock right down your throat.

I could feel and smell his precum staring to ooze out of the tip.

You know I could do with a piss now  and you look as if you just love piss. You don’t want the dried stuff in my boxers, you want the real thing, hot steaming piss right down your fucking throat. Sit back and take this you office boy.

His cock still erect, I could see the first dribble of piss starting to come out of the tip and the pressure grew until it was like a fucking hose aimed at my mouth.

Drink my fucking piss.

As I opened my mouth so he directed his cock straight into the centre and I felt the full force as it hit the back of my throat, his steaming piss stinging my throat as it ran down the back of my throat. He took hold of my head and forced it tight against his cock so I could get as much of his piss. Even as I swallowed hard it wasn’t enough and I felt it pour out of my mouth and down his shirt and into his trousers soaking my own hard cock. It felt bloody great, in his clothes, with his piss pouring down my body and down my throat. He started to move his cock up and down my front soaking me, my own cock stiff and straining through the soaked trousers.

Drink the last drop, he shouted forcing his shaft into my mouth, me sucking him dry.

That’s better and look the better as well judging by that cock of your I can see trying to get out of my trousers. Time you got the lot off. Strip, now.

I did as I was told, peeling off the wet gear, my cock springing out of the trousers.

Yeah, it is a good cock you’ve got there, fucking hard. So you liked getting that big dick of yours up Jason’s arse, well it’s time my cock got up yours so can feel what a really large cock is like. Don’t tell me this will fucking split you. I know you’ve had cock before judging by these nice formed cheeks of yours. I saw you eyeing up my dick as I was wanking while you fucked. Now I’m gonna spear you so get yourself bent over my desk and let me see that arse.

Without allowing me to say no, he firmly got hold of me and bent me over kicking my legs apart, forcing one arm up my back.

You ain’t getting out of this. I’m fucking you like it or not. You wanna be fucked with me in my skin gear, don’t you.

And with that he spread some spit over his cock and shoved it between my cheeks. I suddenly felt it find my crack and could feel it being prised apart by the sheer force of his large tool.

Christ, it’s fucking huge, I can’t take that, I yelled.

Just relax and start moving your arse up to meet my dick.

He started to spread my cheeks wider apart making my hole bigger as the cock moved slowly inside me. I could feel the huge width of he dick forcing itself up my hole, burning yet the pressure and knowledge of his size turned me on, my own cock rock solid stretching itself up and out.

That’s right, move your arse up let it feel my full shaft I want to feel your arse tight against my bleachers.

I felt it move up and up thinking it couldn’t go any further but he pushed and pushed till I thought it would come through the other side. It was massive but I wanted every inch, my arse arching to take it all.

I said you’d love it, now it’s time to start pumping.

He moved his cock back and then let me have the full shaft, in, out, in, out.

Christ fuck me man, let me have that huge fucking dick of yours. Give it to me.

Yeah you fucking love this boy, go on take my dick, get all my cock, go on ride me.

It was fucking great his whole cock inside me pushing the whole way up. I moved my body back and started to stand up and put my arms behind me to pull his body tight against me, forcing his cock the whole way up. My arms were tights around his bleacher clad arse pushing his body into me, his booted legs wrapped around me.

Fuck me man, fuck me.

At that point the door opened and Jason was standing there, his flies open and his cock sticking straight out, his helmet gleaming.

Now you know what its like to have a skin’s big dick up you. Your’e bloody well loving it, look at that cock of yours. Bet you’d love my mouth round that.

Seeing him worked up and saying that, I wanted him.

Yeah get your gob on my cock. I want to feel it down your throat while I’m being fucked.

Jason had his hand round his cock working it up and down.

Go on Mike really fuck him, I want to see your shaft the full length up his arse.

I was so turned on that I was pushing my arse right up the shaft yelling

Go on Fuck me hard, Mike really fuck me. I want you spurting up my arse now. Yeah fuck me.

As Jason came over I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Christ I’m coming Mike, I want to feel you shoot now. I was clasping his back tight against me, and with that I shot my load over Jason’s hand which was furiously wanking his dick.

Yeah I love your spunk over me he shouted and with that he erupted over my chest like a bloody fire hose in action.

Mike could take no more.

Take my fucking dick boy, feel my cum right up you. He shot his load and I could feel each ram of spunk hot and juicy up my arse.

As we caught our breath again, Mike said to Jason.

I thought you’d gone home to the wife.

I was meant to but somehow I knew what you were getting up to and after that session I wanted to see for myself. Glad I stayed.

Well, we’re getting into our skin gear and going off into town for some action. So it’s the wife or us.

I think I know where I’m going now said Jason

[jamiesfootball]

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📄What’s a WIP you never finished that you would like to go back and revisit?

Batman, The Conjuring AU my beloved. I finished the first chapter out of five and then got distracted by Ted Lasso and never posted any of it. It is my first true attempt at writing horror and I am cautiously pleased with it. The bones of it are the basic plot of the movie The Conjuring - Bruce and Alfred take Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian to Wayne Manor, a property that's been lost on the Wayne's asset list for years, in an attempt to get away from the city and bond after some less-than-pleasant events have happened. When they get there, they all individually begin to experience weird goings-on, and the haunting begins in earnest.

The Kents are then called into help, with Clark being the 'medium' of the two while Lois is the diligent researcher who fact checks all the bullshit. Oh, and Jon is there too.

I do not kill the dog.

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

"Oi, knock that off. She's your mum, and she doesn't think you're disgusting. She loves you. You just scared her a bit, calling her up like that."

💗Is there a scene you can’t wait to write for a WIP?

SO. MANY. Off the top of my head-

Oh God You're Gonna Get It (You Have Not Been Given Love) - the Roy finds out what's been going on with Jamie scene, the entire Phoebe chapter ('do you think the bloke in the book turns out okay?'), and the chapter where Roy and Jamie go for a run (which is technically just a very long scene)

The Vacant House Behind Our Home - the Roy chapter (which is entirely in dialogue), and the Rebecca chapter (where you find out a bit more about how Rebecca ended up there and we get to sit with her feelings about her divorce while lightning crashes around her)

I Still Feel Like the Same Person I've Been (the 5+1 jamie falling asleep pavlovian fic) - the entire WEMBLEY chapter, ugh my heart. I am DYING TO SHARE THIS. It is over halfway written.

👻Is there a scene that you find intimidating that you have yet to write?

There is a scene in Oh God You're Gonna Get It (You Have Not Been Given Love) where Jamie and Sam have a fight. I am scared anxious excited to write it. It's gonna hurt.

[gregwild1917]

Had a dream that Superman went out to a restaurant and when he tried to pay good ole country boy him wrote ‘See ID’ because his parents taught him to put it on his credit cards so they wouldn’t get stolen and it’s just second nature for him to do this. Except his server was Jason Todd. And now Superman is being scolded very loudly and publicly that he stole some poor Clark Kent’s credit card and is trying to get the poor bloke to pay for Metropolis’s greatest hero’s food and Superman should be ashamed to abuse the common man like this.

And of course this makes it onto the news.