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shesboundtobruise · 4 months
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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 )
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"If we're being honest here... I'd follow Billy Russo anywhere."
( *cough* @prettytm *cough* )
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silverjetsystm · 4 months
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“be honest… who's better in the sack, Captain Castle or Lieutenant Russo?”
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send me “be honest…” with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they’ll answer truthfully. | Accepting
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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.
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"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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designedparadigm · 1 month
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“i’m going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head.” / @prettytm
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   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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thefvrious · 9 months
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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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felinoir · 2 months
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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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silvcrignis · 8 months
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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
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Insp: {x}
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corvidamned · 3 months
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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.
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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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taleswrittena · 10 months
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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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silverjetsystm · 2 months
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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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wardogsong · 1 year
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@prettytm
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you're up!
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echoestm · 4 months
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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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parvamundi · 4 months
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"Smash or pass." For Conner and certain other.. Troublemakers.
SMASH OR PASS? | accepting! ( @prettytm )
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"Mutual smash."
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corvidamned · 4 months
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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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