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Not today Justin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
styofa doing anything
dirt enthusiast
AnasAbdin
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noise dept.
cherry valley forever
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Kaledo Art
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if i look back, i am lost
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I’d never leave Tate. We’d be best friends 👌
wehavemommyissues:
Tate’ weekend is basically him secluding himself in his room, maybe talking with beau for a bit or seeing Addie as she sneaks in his room. She never knew how to knock, and he couldn’t stay mad at her unlike the others. But this time Tate had taken a ht of his coke off of the dresser when he heard the doorbell. He looks to the door, wiping his nose before standing. Wearing a striped sweater and jeans he walks down the wooden staircase looking at the stain glass lined door, wondering who could be on the other side. He can hear Addie calling from the kitchen if he knew who it was, with a roll of his eyes he looks to her.
“I haven’t opened it yet, Addie.” He speaks and turns the knob and first instinct has his stomach in his throat, she found out where he lived? What did she turn into one of those crazy attached women that stalk their desires? And if so would it really be that different from the beautiful devil— perhaps not. But as he notices her eyes never leave the ground he crosses his arms, a smirk lingering over his features. She hadn’t even known this was his house, oh now she was part of the school play? Oh this should be fun—
“And tell me Harleen- who do you play in this school play?” His voice is laced with humorous interest, oh what a switch in ideas for the blonde devil, here he thought she had no thoughts for herself and this whole time she was embodied another. “Be there?” He asked finishing her sentence with a snakes smile, “oh of course, as long as it’s interesting.”
Harleen gulped as she watched his eyes scan her, she was thinking of turning around and running away but she just couldn’t. It was almost as if she was stuck there on his porch, not being able to leave his burning gaze. A hang reached down to pull down her skirt over her stocking strings and button her blouse up more as if to hide her skin from him, she still even had a few marks that appeared on her porcelain skin.
She listened to his words, feeling ridiculous for having come to his door, the one who just took her virginity, the one who’s seen every bit of her, who’s touched every part of her. Her feet seemed to waddle a little bit backwards, just a few steps as she tried to wipe the surprised look off her face, licking her lips slowly, eyes staring back at him. Mouth agape to speak to the blonde. “I-I’m not in the play, I don’t play anyone... It seems as if I came to the wrong house, it’s time for me to go home.”
She slowly turned around, taking a deep breath and bent down, to fix her heel strap which didn’t need any fixing at all. She just wanted to be a tease, her short skirt hiked all the way up to reveal her ass, she was wearing panties, but they showed everything, they were BLACK this time. Harleen never really preferred the color, but it was all she had as she straightened herself back up, not even looking back at him. She only took one step, before knowing she would regret it.
Oh, I’m not gonna kill you… I’m just gonna hurt you really, really bad.
♦ “Nice to meetcha. Love your perfume. What is that: Stench of Death?” — Harley Quinn, Empire Magazine (x)
“Guess what day it is?! Other than Halloween! It’s my birthday! Drop everything you’re doing, & celebrate with me!”
wehavemommyissues:
Tate grits his teeth at her words, of course she switches the subject to something so petty. Look at her already worrying about her academics, “What;s the fun without the danger? He lets her go out of his grasp, admiring her body marked by him deeming her his. She couldn’t get out of this so easily now and if she doesn’t know that he will have to show her.
He smirks a devilish grin, oh little kitten my cock too big for that tiny pussy? He wonders as he bends over and grabs her panties, handing them to her and noticing the blood down her leg with a level of admiration. His fingers run over her inner thigh, licking away the blood with a hum. “Might want to clean yourself up first, Kitten.”
He picks up his clothes and starts getting dressed, “You’ll want to wait until the next bell anyways, looks less suspicious.” He pulls up his pants and zips them up, curious eyes looking over to his new toy, He pins her to the wall again and smirks, holding her chin to make her look at him, “did you like this?” He asks searching her eyes for the answer.
Harleen happily took her panties, squirming from the sight of him licking the blood off his own fingers lithely. She turned around to pull on her clothes as he was getting dressed, she took slow movements, because she was aching way too much. There were marks on her skin && she didn’t know how to hide them from her parents, but it was a one time thing; she thought. ‘It wouldn’t hurt to hide them one time’ She thought to herself as she started to clean up the blood on her leg. But as she turned around she was pushed against the wall, pinned up, a soft moan escaping her lips, looking at the young blonde obediently. “Y-Yes... Daddy always makes me feel good...” Once he left she let out a long sigh && waited until the bell rang for her to get up and go home.
&&TIME SKIP FROM FRIDAY TO SATURDAY&&
It was finally the weekend and she had just gotten a good nights sleep, her parents never noticed any of the marks, but god did everything ache in between her thighs. She had to get up early for a club project, she was in the acting group, her parents are strict, so she needed to do these types of things. It wasn’t really something she enjoyed, going door to door to be hit on by all the young boys, but oh well, as long as she never saw Tate, she would be back home before tomorrow.
After taking a warm shower, she dried herself off && picked up a lacy blouse with her skirt and stockings; to cover the blood on her legs, snapping them to her skirt. She brushed her hair and put on her makeup with her flowery perfume which filled her nose every time she took a breath. It was a requirement to always look decent, that was to her parents, if she didn’t she wasn’t able to leave the home. So, she skipped breakfast and headed on her way, speaking to everybody and everyone about their play they were having, letting guys hit on her.
It was almost the last home she had to go to, it was different looking, a beautiful victorian home, she stood in front of the gate, looking at the windows. A long deep breath && she was up to the front porch, knocking on the door. Her blonde locks were down as she was speaking, looking at the floor, she could only see a pair of sneakers. “Hello, my name is Harleen and we’re having a play at my high school. It would be lovely if you could––” She couldn’t finish her sentence, choking up the words when lifted her head up to see Tate.
aintseenothingyet:
Jerome relaxed a little and shook his head in amusement. He always did love her eagerness, that mad excitement in her eyes that he found in himself all too often. “Yeah? You ready to go cause a little chaos on the streets?” His grin spread and he pulled her back in close, nuzzling his nose against hers as his hand moved over the bat in her hands. He loved that glimmer of mischief in her. “Well let’s get goin’, kitten! Shit isn’t gonna fuck itself up!” He laughed loudly, jumping back and moving to fill up his pockets, knives, a gun just in case, grenades- anything they might need!
Harley giggled softly once he nuzzled his nose against hers before she leaned in and pecked his lips, she absolutely adored the feeling of his lips against hers. “Okay daddy... Anything for ya’!” The smirk stayed upon her lips as she immediately headed to their room to change into her corset and boots, she always had to have the right outfit. Must cause chaos in style. Picking up her bat again and a gun she followed behind Jerome, pressing a kiss on his neck, whispering softly. “Am I cute puddin’? Look at my outfit...”
@kniivesandlint liked for a little starter
She’s momentarily distracted from her task of running away from the authorities by whoever chose to crop up in this particular leg of her escape route.
❝ Excuse me, but don’t y’think it’s a little rude to enter s omeone else’s alleyway uninvited? ❞
@kniivesandlint
AESTHETIC EDIT//OOC
like this for a little aesthetic edit of our ship.
Even if we don’t have one, message me ‘♕’ for one.
I’ll post them when I get home later today.
AESTHETIC EDIT//OOC
like this for a little aesthetic edit of our ship.
Even if we don’t have one, message me ‘♕’ for one.
I’ll post them when I get home later today.
aintseenothingyet:
Jerome sighed as he looked at her, his beautiful little doll all torn up and teary eyed. He hated seeing her like this, but he knew it was all down to him. Him and his stupid, erratic mind. “I know, kitten. I know. I’m trying.” He held her in his arms, one hand wrapped around her back while the other held at the back of her head, slowly stroking through her blonde locks. “I love ya too Harls.” He sighed, shaking his head. His hand moved up to rub a thumb along her cheek, wiping away the tears gathered there. These two really were just so inevitable to each other.
The small smile that was plastered upon her lips, slowly turned into a smirk, her face lighting up. She obviously had something on her mind, some sort of plan as she kissed his cheek softly. ❝ There’s one thing ya’ can do to make it all betta. I want to get into some trouble... I want to help with work today !! ❞ She smiled up at him, batting her eyelashes before slowly pulling out of his grasp && reaching for her bat, twirling it around between her fingers. ❝ I think I’m ready for this Puddin’ !! ❞
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“I’m angry.”
❝ Why’s that puddin’ ?? Did I do something ?? or do i need to teach someone a lesson, not to mess with my puddin’ !! ❞
A soft sigh exhaled her pink lips as she started to fiddle with her hands, her soft doe eyes never leaving his with a pout across her lower tier.
