#shut the fucc up

[br4inmu1a]

Im sorry (im not) but if you smoke weed around children youre fuccin weird

[draconicfool]

GAYS I DID A SINGLE TEN PULL WHAT

[deusluxuria]

polnareff: why do you love hexing so much; i've heard some witches say it's bad

abdul: you're asking the wrong one because i say "fuck" in all of my daily incantations, and if i was a theistic pagan i'd probably yell at the deities

[nolan-chance]

Shut the fucc up

[the-observer-squip]

hope that thing fuccs you to pieces ✌

WHAT thing?

you know you ho

WOULD YOU SHUT UP?

no :)

Excuse us...

[affableramen]

“Oof shut up Ramen, you just want to fucc Pantalone”

Yes I do. This man needs discipline.

[constellaris]

pls fucc the bunny wife she won't shut up

[giogabrielv]

shut the fucc up when you hear love talkin!

[sbnkalny]

captainbritish: I Forgot to say Thank you shut up MATT

captainbritish: You shut your mouth, how can you say fuck

tdm1: You shut your mouth, how can you kill an unarmed man in motion going nowhere In Our brains?

captainbritish: Do you like me? why Don't you kill an unarmed man in Cold and it's fresh and it’s all the more a Sinner than a sinned, you'll find it useful

captainbritish: He was the type who Is more a sinner than a fully functional tambourine

tdm1: I think ur smarter than a fully functional tambourine

captainbritish: He fuccs like a broken string than a fully functional tambourine

tdm1: He fuccs like a Broken wheel!"

captainbritish: He fuccs like a broken wheel!"

captainbritish: A great day to be a guitar with a broken wheel!"

tdm1: Eli would like to be a guitar with a broken wheel!"

tdm1: I can see you soon as possible and to get a new one is like a shopping cart without a broken wheel!"

captainbritish: He fuccs like a broken wheel!"

[wardogsong]

14

spin the wheel fucc the frank || no longer accepting

It's only fair, Frank supposes as he watches Billy try to work his demons out on his dick, that the man get a shot of his own at taking what he wants from him; what he needs. It's fair because that's what Frank does. It's what he's come to rely on from his work wife, his right hand, his spotter and shadow. There's too many things that piss him off when they're in the shits, too many bad calls he's just gotta take on the chin, and then survive them to boot— all the while feeling a personal responsibility for his squad and a nagging guilt imported all the way from home. Ten times outta ten he copes a lot like this, just grabbing Russo and pointing him to the closest thing to privacy that exists out there; emptying his frustrations and his balls into his willing body bent over an exhausted crate of goods until he feels like some semblance of rational again.

Billy's never complained. Not about that, at least. He just lets Frank manhandle him however he wants and grunts back his own lovestruck report of everything he's watched Frank do and how; his own war-time lust apparently fueled by seeing him put that standard issue ka-bar to good use in close quarters; opening up throats and guts alike. The flattery of it all works Frank to pieces— soothes what someone else irritates. Yeah, he LIKES that. Like that Billy loves what he does, that he's fucking rock-hard from watching him do it. Embracing him for it. Giving it up for him and moaning like a whore about it til Frank has to clap a hand over his sinful mouth to shut him up because even if they get caught he's not sure there's any stopping him and that's a problem too big to imagine.

IF Bill's got a complaint in him— it's this. The whole rules of stateside play thing. He doesn't care about Frank's vows, his guilt, his morals, or his bulllshit guido justifications for why he does what he does but has rules about. He's sure as fuck never cared for Maria. Doesn't wanna hear Not here, Bill. Not in the city— shit not in the whole fuckin' state my wife's in, brother. It's on the inevitable horizon for them, though they've put off the damning dawn by getting a hotel room near the base they've been returned to before they make the trek back north to New York and home. Here Frank will bend the rules because can it really count when there's still sand in their discarded boots? Yeah, they're home but they're not HOME— his wife's not in the next room or even a cab ride away. This kind of distance? They might as well still be in the desert where it's sanctioned and above board by him.

But the sun's rising on them quick. Literally. Two and a half rounds the night before might have been enough to get some depths of the dead type sleep, but it'd never just be ENOUGH. So there's this. Waking up to the feeling of Bill suddenly straddling him, grabbing his morning wood in a wet hand like he fucking owns it and sinking down on it hard and fast enough to suck the breath out of Frank's lungs. He rides like that too, greedy for once, focused on his own pleasure instead of trying to wring Frank's out of him sweet and quick as he can with his purrs and his praise his begging for it— harder, give it to me, wanna feel you shoot!

No, this time Bill fucks him in damn near silence, expression pinched with everything he's holding back, the soundtrack of their bodies a hard and nasty smacking rhythm that revs Frank's engine more than it probably should but it's so so good hearing it— watching the thing that makes it happen, those determined motions that bounce Billy off his hips just to see him rebound and do it again and again and again; his cock slipping in and out of the hot vice-grip of his body. How could it not get Frank off too? Watching his boy take it like a champ, never a fucking fuss or pause, just sinking down until he bottoms out in him and riding back up to the very tip again. Shit, he's got Frank playing with his chest and wishing he could see it in a mirror or something, the porn camera angle of Billy making his dick disappear in him, hole stretched wide around the base of him, both of them a slick mess of lube that makes their skin stick just the tiniest bit. "Get it, Bill— take it, jus' like that."

There's no stopping to think about whether or not Billy even wants his voice intruding on his angry bubble, there's just no helping it either, the gruff encouragement that just pours out of Frank as he lays and lets himself be used in the best ways, doing everything in his power to hold back the pleasure that simmers and threatens to boil over— determined to make this last good and long, really eat up the morning until management HAS to badger their still fucking bodies about checkout. They're both going to be too long without this after; too many days and nights of leave, itching to get back to that place where it's a relief, not a torment.

xx

[br4inmu1a]

Also while im on the subject of “no food in the house” it fuccin annoys me how the people that say that the most actually DO have food in the house,,,, yall will never understand what its like opening up the fridge to find nothing but sliced cheese & milk because your parents are *actually* poor

[zengroove]

Now I hear ya stubborn refusal to wear masks and constant ignorance of modern medical concepts. Is why so many of u died during covid. Stupidity doesn't impress me. Intentionally spreading disease like 5 year Olds cause u wanna be like ya puppet master trumpet is disgusting. There's a fine line between faith and stupidity or ignorance. U need to learn to quarantine yourselves from others when you're sicc and if u must work when you're sicc, wear a mask to protect your coworkers. Anything less makes u selfish and ignorant imo and once someone like me has told u the correct thing to do and u continue trumpet shit, that makes u stupid imo. Is stupid shit why it spreads like that and everybody has to wear one and shit shuts down economy fuccs up. If more would self quarantine and mask up when necessary it would never get to the point republicans primarily spread the germs to. The stupidity about germs in the South and in church I find disgusting and appalling

[mx-autumn]

i told you, you wouldnt get far

[sapphicrpc]

lmao you said to not use your gifs for adult things, 'to be gross', since when is writing smut for example, GROSS? it's sex, that's natural lol

when you’re using a fc that literally just turned 18, where the gifs you’re using are LITERALLY from their BIRTHDAY. you’re being fuckin’ gross. you a nastie. ain’t nothing wrong with sex, i love sex, there’s something very wrong with using a fc who just turned 18 to rp smut on tumblr YA FUCKIN NASTIE

damn you really wanna try and come for me for calling sex gross when i’m talking about using child fcs for smut... TRY me anon. go ahead and give it a good go lmfao

[c-e-c-r-o-p-i-a]

every day I fall further and further into the TMA universe and every day I get a sinking feeling that it will not end as peacefully as it began

[emobatsy]

Been trying to sleep for the past six hours. Same problem two nights ago. Insomnia simply cannot come for me again it can't