#alsmiffyrp

[djh3maax]

@alsmiffyrp:

The house party was crowded, the music loud, and the alcohol flowing freely — in short, Smiff was in his element. Exams were over, and he was thoroughly enjoying getting completely pissed and putting the last gruelling semester behind him. He’d spent the last couple of hours dancing and drinking with random people he’d never seen before, but now he swayed over to lean up against a wall, bottle in hand. That was, until he heard a voice behind him. Turning around, Smiff grinned as he shamelessly checked out the man who’d spoken. “Yeah? You’re not too bad yourself, mate,” he slurred, smirking, and he certainly wasn’t lying. The stranger was awfully attractive, with dark hair, icy blue eyes and a stature only a little shorter than Smiff’s own. Licking his lips subconsciously, he shifted closer. “Having a good time tonight?”

The words were out of Ross’ mouth before he even thought to swallow them down.  Cute really hadn’t been the word he’d been looking for; the tall stranger was probably the most attractive person he’d come across all year.  He’d be lying if he said that the guy hadn’t caught his attention as soon as he arrived at the party, so cute was a total and complete understatement.  With his shoulder leaned into the wall beside him to keep him from swaying, he was quick to mirror the man’s smirk whilst he drummed his fingers against the side of the plastic cup he held with both hands.  “Yeah, mate, party’s alright.  S’a lot better now that I’m talking to you though.”  Ross laughed gently at how stupid that sounded out loud, but he’d definitely had enough to drink to where he couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed.  “M’Ross and I'm apparently well full of pickup lines tonight.  You enjoying the party?” 

[dirtkxng-blog]

@alsmiffyrp:

[ ❢ ] my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised.

The groan Smiff let out before he hit the floor was one of utter agony, but that was the last sound he made. The moment his head came in contact with the hard tiles of the lab, the slime’s world went black as unconsciousness took over. He wasn’t awake to feel the awfully familiar prick of a needle sticking into his arm, nor was he awake to notice Trott dragging him out into the hallway by his feet. Maybe Smiff shouldn’t have punched the doctor when he’d tried to experiment on him yet again… He was paying for his aggression now, laying unmoving in a heap on the cold floor of the hallway covered in bruises and his own blood. Both the sound of the lab door closing behind him, and the sound of knocking on the front door went unheard by the slime, whose world consisted currently only of blackness.

Sips tapped his foot impatiently, having checked his watch about five times in the last two minutes.  He’d already told Smiff that he was coming by to check up on things and spend some time with him, so he expected that the guy would’ve been around to let him in without him having to knock and alert Trott to his presence.  Finally giving up, the businessman knocked at the front door and waited.  Another minute passed so he tried again.  The same results had Sips grumbling a quiet ‘fuck it’ as he let himself in, wandering the familiar route to Smiff’s room, though he stopped dead at the sight of his friend curled up in the hall.  “Oh, shit,” he cursed aloud, kneeling down beside Smiff to check his pulse.  “Smiffy...”  He very gently touched Smiff’s shoulder to try and shake him back to consciousness.  “C’mon, man, wake up.”  It was hard for him to tell just how hurt Smiff was, but there was a lot of blood and Sips certainly wasn’t a doctor.  “Smiffy,” he urged, shaking him a little harder.

[rythianenderbabe]

Refuge (closed rp)

@alsmiffyrp Rythian lead Smiffy to the bathroom down the way and gestured inside. "Go and get changed, ill turn down the blankets for you," the mags said with a smile. "Is there anything else you need before I go?" He asked softly. Granted, it had been a very unexpected thing for Smiffy to wander into his home so late, but he wanted to be as hospitable as he could to the traumatized man.

[dirtkxng-blog]

@alsmiffyrp​:

It had been with shaking hands that Smiff had dialled Sips’ number, needing someone, anyone, to talk to. Sure, they hadn’t spoken in months - last time they’d talked, they’d had a falling out about business dealings, of all things - but Smiff had no one else to turn to. Now, though, he was regretting calling at all. The line fell silent for a few seconds as Smiff simply gaped in astonishment, before spite and confusion fixed on to his features. “I dunno, mate, maybe because you’re a fucking decent person?!” He answered, voice full of hurt and anger. “Apparently not. Apparently you’re just a selfish cunt. Looks like no one I know is who they say they are,” he practically spat down the phone. “Are you like this to everyone? Or is it just me you’ve decided to suddenly not care about? I haven’t even told you why I’m calling, and you’re already being an asshole. Fuck, if you knew half the shit I put up with maybe you’d realise that just because you live in the lap of luxury with no one to fear, doesn’t mean we all do.”

Sips pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat hunched forward at his desk.  Maybe he shouldn’t have picked up the phone after all, but he was curious as to why Smiff was ringing him after there being so many months of radio silence.  His first assumption was maybe Smiff had called to give an apology.  Their falling out was technically Sips’ fault, but everyone who knew him understood that he’d only ever apologise when he was prompted to, so it surprised him when no one reached out to confront him about it.  He would’ve apologised too, but a week of no contact turned into a month and so on, and Sips was still obviously holding a grudge.  A bitter laugh fell from his lips as he leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes.  “Y’know, I’m pretty used to being called a selfish cunt, Smiffy, especially by you,” he spat back.  He had to admit, he was pretty proud of himself for not hanging up on Smiff mid-rant and even waited until the guy was finished to speak up again.  “Don’t be so dramatic.  I never said I don’t fuckin’ care about you, jeez.  I’ll humour you though, alright?  Just quit sniveling.  What do you want?  For me to say sorry?”

[djh3maax]

@alsmiffyrp:

( send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

♣ = discovering them crying )

Smiff jumped as the door to his dorm room opened, wiping his teary eyes on his sleeve as quickly as he could and letting out a short, uncomfortable laugh. “Oh, uh, hi baby. I didn’t know you were coming over today,” he said, shutting his laptop and standing up from his bed. “Damn, you look fucking good. Let’s have some fun?” It was probably the most obvious attempt at divergence ever seen, and Smiff knew that, but it didn’t stop him from stepping forward and attempting to kiss Ross deeply. There was no way in hell that Ross wasn’t going to ask why he’d been sitting in bed crying with his laptop open, but for some reason Smiff thought it had to be worth a try. He had two ways of trying to avoid conversations he wasn’t keen on; one was make a joke out of it, and the other was this - try and use sex to distract the other person.

Ross had gotten all too familiar with letting himself into Smiff’s dorm room unannounced whenever he knew that his boyfriend was in, however catching the taller man unmistakably crying was certainly a sign that maybe he shouldn’t be barging into a space that wasn’t exactly his own.  He was about to apologise for intruding and, more importantly, make sure that Smiff was alright, but he’d hardly gathered his words before the other was in front of him with his lips against his own.  With a quiet sound of surprise, Ross returned the affection -- he wasn’t an idiot after all -- although he did draw away to place both hands over Smiff’s warm cheeks after only a few seconds.  “Hey, slow down a sec, yeah?”  His thumbs brushed beneath Smiff’s subtly puffy eyes as he frowned up at him almost questioningly.  “As hot as you always are, I can’t say tears are your best look.”  Afraid that his attempt at humour might fall flat, he quickly added, “Is everything okay?  What’s wrong, baby?  You know you can talk to me.”

[djh3maax]

is smiff's cum green?

hahaha what the fuck?

[dirtkxng-blog]

more like the other two r busy fucking him amirite

hahahaha holy shit

[dirtkxng-blog]

@alsmiffyrp:

[& for a curious text]

[txt: Sips]: hey Sipsy, whatta you up to? Haven’t seen you in ages!!

[ text; smiffy ] i’ve been drowning in a sea of tps reports [ text: smiffy ] please come set my factory on fire so i can claim the insurance money instead of doing paperwork