#{ *insert evil laughter* }

[glow-autumz]

Hi so I finished the sketch for just for y'all to enjoy<3

Eat up my friends;)

[ang3lik]

deciding i’m naming my vamp!bill series ‘the pain of love’ just incase i decide to make it angsty…

[gojoest]

atp there’s multiple asks in my inbox about shipping my mutuals with characters and i’m usually not one to do those but i am considering it just so i can ship kae with gojo

[solongandgoodnightxoxo]

hey I want to test something. This is just me being annoying.

Anyway Uhhhhh

….

RIDDLE ME THIS BATMAN !!!

What has a heart but no blood, a head but no brain, that always leaves, but still remains?

Lettuce

Or a worm

[roosterbruiser]

𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐳-𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐬 ☿ 𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭

“You’re sure you don’t wanna swing by your aunt’s house?” Rooster asks, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as Fly Like An Eagle by the Steve Miller Band floats through his impressive speakers. “No skin off my back. Swear it.” 

You’re ogling at his house, your tongue thick with excitement and your bare feet settled on the soft carpet of his car. But you just shrug, flipping your hair over your shoulder with a sigh. 

“Don’t want her to harsh my vibe,” you tell him honestly. 

You’re far too excited to have your vibe harshed--you just genuinely don’t care about any of the prairie skirts your mom packed and can very easily live without the needlepoint your aunt gave you as a Christmas present. You’ll get new things, better things. 

“What are you gonna wear?” He asks. 

He rolls into the driveway seamlessly, peering at you from the corner of his eye. 

“Wasn’t planning on wearing anything,” you tell him. “That gonna make your heart give out, old man?” 

He tuts at you, a smile tugging at his lips. 

The sun kisses your bare shoulders and Rooster watches, sunglasses low on his nose, as your tilt your face towards the sky.      

“Already calling me your old man and I’m the romantic supposedly,” he sighs, grinning. You grin right back at him, laughing as he cuts the engine. “You’re really out to lunch, aren’t you, kid?” 

Wordlessly, you hand him your skates and climb across the seat to straddle him. He’s surprised, surprised enough to laugh. He can feel your skin, hot from the sun, pressing into his gently as you blow a raspberry in his face and then deftly climb out of the car barefoot. 

He’s ogling at you now as you stand beside his car, all the weight of your body on your left hit as you hold it and tilt your head at him. He’s so pretty--his face definitely looks his age, little fine lines pressed into the skin beside his mouth and eyes. But you like it; he looks cool. He looks real cool. 

“C’mon, old man,” you tell him, nodding towards the door leading into the house. “Show me around. Now that we’re shacking up and all. Gonna need to know where the bar is so I can fix you a nightly martini.”

[beyourownanchor6]

thanks for the tags loves @prince-buck-diaz @heartbeatdiaz @alyxmastershipper @panbuckley @honestlydarkprincess @elvensorceress @transbuck 🩵

—i’m finally nearing the end, so have some angst from teen!buddie 😌

Eddie hadn’t heard from Buck again. He still had all the letters Buck had sent, Eddie reading the last one over more times than he cared to admit. It wasn’t until Eddie had gotten home that he found the letter, Buck’s messy handwriting scattered across the ripped-out piece of notebook paper.

To this day, Eddie didn’t understand. He wasn’t sure he ever would.

‘Eds, i wish…well i wish you were here. you’re gone and idk how to fix this. us. if…well you left. i guess its my turn to do that. leave that is. i don’t think i’ll be around anymore eds, but you don’t need me anyway. you have everything you need now. sorry i was…well am i guess…such a fuckup.

i can’t be here anymore, cant…i just can’t do it. maybe i’ll find maddie, i dunno. anyway, you don’t have to worry about me, not…well not anymore. sorry i wasn’t what you needed.

tagging: @redlightsandicedtea @justsmilestuffhappens @loveyourownsmiilee @onward--upward @monsterrae1 @eddiesbicowboy @buddierights @wh0re-behavi0r @stanningsky @jacksadventuresinwriting @spaceprincessem

[mrssimply]

Two snakes in a bed

Eh, it's WIP wednesday again! I just finished the second installment of my John Wick fic (the first is still under beta reading). In that fic, John didn't kill Santino at the end of the second one.

Then, chapter 4 introduced Vincent Bisset de Gramont, and my mind went "what if he and Santino fucked, like, angrily?" and here we are!

The fic is mainly Santino/John but I couldn't resist so here is a little snippet.

The snippet is T rated.

Fingertips brushed each knob of Santino’s spine, starting from the top of his ass to his neck. The hand was a bit cold, the fingers long and delicate, the pressure just right.

“Wake up, Santino,” was whispered in his ear and the dream always ended here. The voice was all wrong.

The sleeping man opened light green eyes and blinked when the late morning light hit his retinas. He groaned, muzzled into the pillow and heard a chuckle behind him. 

Lips followed the same path as the fingers and soon, a warm and heavy body covered Santino’s.

Vincent was massive, even taller than John, who already had a few inches on him. Santino hated having to look up at him, something the French crime lord knew and enjoyed.

“Fuck off,” he grumbled in neapolitan. Vincent De Gramont chuckled again. He didn’t speak the dialect, but didn’t need to: the sentiment was strong enough.

He moved aside and went back to stroking Santino’s skin.

“I could eat you,” Vincent said, “you look like a pain au chocolat. You Italians tan well.”

Santino sighed and rolled his eyes before turning to face the man. Rekindling old friendships had worked a little bit too well in the Camorra leader’s opinion. To his defense, it had been a rough year and Vincent had been an easy distraction.

Painful enough to chase another kind of pain and crazy enough to make him feel almost sane.

Vincent’s green eyes were shining with mirth, an expression that could turn into cold viciousness in an instant. It made Santino’s blood sing, a sick thrill running down his spine to know how unpredictable his bed partner could be. He smiled, an ugly expression like a taunt for violence.

The man responded in kind and leaned in for a kiss that turned into a battle as Santino bit him. By the time Vincent released his hold around his throat, Santino was panting, and tasting copper from the other man’s mouth.

The Marquis licked his bloody lips with a satisfied expression, eyes roaming over his companion’s lithe form sprawled on his bed. His gaze darkened when Santino stretched, giving him an unwilling show. The Italian hissed when his muscles twitched: he was sore everywhere.

“You know,” Vincent said, head propped on his fist, “I think we should reinforce our partnership, you and I.”

Santino stiffened and glanced at him suspiciously, but the man was still smiling.

“What, fucking three time a week not enough for you?”

“You wound me, we’re past just fucking, Tino,” Vincent replied in french, smile twisting ironically. The Italian mob boss scowled: he hated being called that. It was an ersatz of his past, a throwback to innocent times he didn't like to dwell on. Unfortunately, he also knew asking Vincent to stop would produce opposite results.

“And I wasn’t talking about that. I was talking about our empires,” De Gramont went on, making a wide gesture that probably encompassed all of Versailles in his mind.

Santino rolled his eyes and extended his arm to take his pack of cigarettes on the side table. Before he could, Vincent straddled him and grabbed his wrist tightly.

“I don’t like that you smoke.”

“And I don’t fucking care, release me.”

They glared at each other in a stalemate before Vincent relaxed his hold and gave him a wink.

“Fine, you wanna die like your father? Be my guest. I guess it makes you feel closer to daddy.”

Santino laughed and pulled a stick out of the pack, lighting it while looking at his ‘friend” warilly, assessing the threat.

“So?” he prompted, blowing the smoke right in Vincent’s face.

“I think we should get married,” the man declared, dissipating the smoke with a lazy hand. 

Santino gave him a long look.

“You make no sense in the morning,” he mumbled, sitting up with a grunt. He pulled the covers off him and leaned to put the ash of his cigarette in the small ashtray by the bedside. Vincent hated when he smoked, but he hated cinder in his satin sheets even more.

“What, I’m serious. We could have the whole supply chain between the two of us. Imagine what we could do with that.”

Santino got up with a wince, feeling various aches deep into his body, and went to the full mirror by the dressing. Putting the smoke between his lips he traced the marks left on his body while he mused about the similarity of their minds. In another life, they might have conquered the world. As it was, Santino wanted to kill him sooner rather than later, and felt a wicked kind of joy imagining that when Vincent fucked him.

“We don’t have to get married for that, you can just hand over your part.”

Vincent snorted, a stupid sound like a donkey.

“Sure, Tino.”

He got up too, and closed his arms around his childhood friend.

“If I give you the French Connection, you’ll just disappear, and I really want to keep you.”

Pulling out of his arms without a word, Santino went to the adjacent bathroom, hearing Vincent sigh mournfully behind him.

[chocolix76]

Very curious about this-

[sluttyminghao]

for everyone who wanted me to elaborate on junhui with a fleshlight...stay tuned

[escaped-autism]

HELLO PEOPLE OF TUMBLR

today is the day i have breached containment and will be a menace to society. enjoy the shenanigans :)

[dunktape]

hey guys just so u know im working on a couple of friend requests but also an utmv emote server with the one and only spiral thing ,, :3c idk if i'll make a separate server for my other emotes , probably will . hope u guys look forward to it !!!

[irenic-raccoon]

Babygirl you're so particular I need you

[mjtheartist04]

@mariusroyale uh oh I did it again 🤷🏻‍♀️ my hand all of a sudden slipped🥺…🤭

[roosterbruiser]

Millie…………………… please tell me you’re trying to throw us off with the possibility of it being Bradley bc the man was naked and Bradley and Gale just………

me? why, I'd never do something so malicious....

[anexistingexistence]

Guys my angst one shot has 4.404 words I think I did good

[fluffy-lovely-clouds]

lol I bet y'all think I'm finally over my Muppets phase

Haha

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