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When your boss gets burnt and puts ANVIL to the torch, you plan to follow him to the next gig, right Lou? I mean, you're probably the getaway driver.
( i c u, @wardogsong )
"If we're being honest here... I'd follow Billy Russo anywhere."
( *cough* @prettytm *cough* )
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“be honest… who's better in the sack, Captain Castle or Lieutenant Russo?”
send me “be honest…” with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they’ll answer truthfully. | Accepting
Sergeant Spector's out in the field -- needs to shave -- and isn't fucking stupid. This is someone he knows won't turn them all in.
"Nuh uh. No." Empathetic point of his cigarette. "Do you actually want me dead?" Of the endless roasting he would be subjected to if he really did state a preference.
The cherry is almost to his fingers when he adds, "They're different. Look good together." He grins mischievously. "How could I ever get tired of that."
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“i’m going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head.” / @prettytm
a shiver of delight climbs up his spine, before johnny pushes back against billy, getting on top of him, straddling him. johnny's mouth finds billy's - and he doesn't hesitate to be greedy as hell with his kiss, biting eagerly at billy's lip, parting his own lips, inviting more with muffled whines. he's never been good with patience, moving his hips to grind down against billy's hard cock. god - he's soaking right now; it's the promise, and that underlying emotion he keeps feeding.
he'd said it already. slipped up when he did. but the response was more than he could have imagined. he never thought he'd have any of it returned - it had been the last possibility on his mind. yet here he is, trailing messy kisses down billy's neck, before biting aggressively, intending to leave his mark on his lovers neck. there won't be any mistake - billy is his; just as much as he is billy's.
"ye dinnae how bad i need ye." the words are mumbled out against billy's neck, johnny's hands pulling at clothing, far too eager to peel it off. he's fast with it, letting himself dive down low to trail his tongue up the length of billy's cock once he has it exposed. his mouth goes over the tip, his tongue going in teasing circles while one of his hands gently pumps the shaft - he's damn good at teasing. even more so with his other hand taking hold of his own clit, rubbing gentle circles on it, causing a shudder to go down his back.
it's bliss for him - to be in this position. but it's ultimately billy's words, the promise that lay within them, that get johnny to pull back from his ministrations and fix his position, easing himself up on the bed, spreading his legs and putting himself on display. "ye feckin' get me so wet. it ain't fair." a huff passes as he drags his fingers down into his own slick. "ye woulnae mind if i asked ye to make good on whit yer promisin'? ye ken i'll pay it forward later - jus' want that feelin' yer promisin' now. drivin' me crazy."
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@prettytm wanted the random hookup with lalo
It's no secret that Lalo likes pretty people -- most especially the prettiest kind of boys. So, when Billy Russo walks through the door to the bar Lalo's sitting in, it's only a matter of time before the bigger man starts eyeball fucking Russo, sending him drinks, nodding when he gets the other's attention.
That's all he needs, too, a glance in his direction -- the acceptance of the shots proffered to break the ice. It's enough to get Lalo to cross the bar, sit next to Russo, and strike up conversation; though the conversation wasn't long or deep, just enough to get a feel for if Billy would be into what Lalo wants. Sure enough he is -- Lalo can see that wickedness in Russo's eyes and he wants a taste of it.
Before you know it, they're outside, and Lalo has Billy pressed against the brick wall, kissing him 'til he can almost taste blood. But the universe has other plans for them as the sky cracks open and rain washes over them. It's not enough to get Lalo moving immediately, but it's eventually uncomfortable enough that he's tugging the thinner, shorter male along with him to the car he'd had the foresight to drive in lieu of his favored Harley. "Get in." He said, slapping Billy's ass quite unceremoniously after popping open the door to the car, stepping back to let him slide in.
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𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙴 𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝙲𝚄𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚁𝙺 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈, it was a real and tangible thing. Skyscrapers created the canopy and the dark alleys became the grimy forest floor, a bustling ecosystem filled with predators and prey of all shapes and sizes. And none were more acutely aware of their position in the food chain than Felicia Hardy.
The thief existed in a what she considered to be a 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗧 — her activities largely non-violent and not targeting the common man, which kept her from being pursued too doggedly by street level idiots, and the heists were never noisy enough to bring the attentions of the heavy hitters and the 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. She wasn't anyone's preferred prey and no one seemed to mind too much that she nearly exclusively took from those who could afford it.
But every so often, she draws 𝚄𝙽𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.
@prettytm asked: "you're being followed, pretend you know me."
A snap decision, based on nothing but instinct and the initial rush of information, winds her arm through his and she leans bodily into him while smiling up at the male — to an outsider, she's familiar, at ease, and borderline intimate. But up close, there's no warmth to her eyes and claws are biting into the expensive fabric of his coat, millimeters of knit fibers the only protection left. The Cat had felt watched, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end for multiple city blocks, and it didn't dissipate even after three different trains.
But she didn't know if the handsome brunette was friend or foe.
Leaning close, the tip of her claw tapping against skin after shredding through both coat and sweater, Felicia's words were a sharp contrast with her outwardly flirtatious demeanor.
❝ And are you supposed to be the 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 in Armani to my rescue? I was born at night, but not last night, handsome. Talk quick or I'm opening this vein up. ❞
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Memes I Spent Way Too Much Fuckin Time On: 2/???
Subject: No More Grace For These Three Albert @manufactoredxbyxdesign Almost DIED, Keira & Billy @prettytm
Insp: {x}
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@prettytm | ♡
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Bells. Don't make me punch you. You do Karen so much justice. I love your portrayal so much. You write her so well. She's layered, well thought out and you put so much love and thought into her. I sometimes forget that what we've written together isn't actual canon and get confused when I go back to watch and.. There isn't as many interactions between Billy and Karen. It's sad. ;.;
So.
Stop judging yourself. Cause you're amazing.
You hush. You'll make me cry.
But.
I adore you, you are fantastic and I am not worthy to write with you or annoy you with my things <3
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👄 - Venom
sinday headcanons||accepting!
👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more?
Well considering Venom is attached to Eddie and therefore has very limited things he can do, he would have to say penetrative. No one wants a mouthful of sharp teeth on their private parts so lmao he has to make use of his tentacles via touch and penetration. though to be fair, he does have a long tongue and enjoys using it.
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♡
●●●●● | ATTRACTION
●●●●● | AFFECTION
●●●●● | INTEREST
●●●●● | LOYALTY
●●●●○ | TRUST
//so, same! Really! Marc is more worried about hurting Billy than Billy hurting him. That being said, Billy tracking Marc's hospital records throughout the years did rock him a bit. He knows it was for good reasons.
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@prettytm
you're up!
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@prettytm
"YEESH! You get shoved in a blender too?" It was a little unnerving, grabbing a stool at the bar and sharing space with Scarface— if he'd been played by Pacinco after tripping into a woodchipper. Was that how people felt about him too? It makes red-head shake in wonder and curiosity. Sure, people tended to scream when they saw him, but he always thought that had more to do with the big shiny knife in his hand. Now he's gotta touch up the patchwork job Tiff had done, with her staples and her... whatever the fuck it was holding him together. A fucking seamstress she was not. How like her— always wanting to play Suzy home-maker but not actually having the skills to back it up. She was better at chopping guys up into pieces than she was at stitching them back together.
It's enough to make a man wave a bartender over for a couple of drinks, something to take the edge off uncomfortable truths. "Two brewskis, yeah? For me and my unfortunate pal here." Let it never be said he couldnt be charitable.
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"Smash or pass." For Conner and certain other.. Troublemakers.
SMASH OR PASS? | accepting! ( @prettytm )
"Mutual smash."
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@prettytm | continued
Lips leave from pressed against his neck to let him sate his curiosity. In the moonlight, her wings shined blue-black to void black. She smiled from ear to ear, certainly grateful he didn't scream, didn't run. She didn't want to give him reason to, this time. Flexing her wingspan to show off a little, he can see how the bends of her wings carried a useful hook, and how the full wing folds back neatly parallel to her back. She nods. "How do you like to be carried?"
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