#Im so normal about him

[tasteslikezombie]

Ma said it's his turn with the slutty shorts

[driftsart]

[vampszop]

Armand Amadeo Arun

[organrs]

some of my favs of john

[canonplag]

john my beloved... finally settling on a design for him..

[chul-sinusoida]

ok im done time to plaster him to a wall

[purinfelix]

yes very much romantic weekend getaway to a little beach-side villa and you spend the morning talking over coffee and the afternoons reading and napping in hammocks

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The Last Man On Earth (1964)

[staryariarts]

Touchstarved Visual Novel Headcanon

I like to think that Leander's outfit is a compression shirt and a brace bc ain't no way with a scar that big he doesn't have chronic pain. Like look at him! Carrying the weight of his huge honkers and depression!!

He needs sleep-

[mao-wo]

WAR IS OVER (midterm exams)!!!!111

[bobabisch]

h a n d s

[toutallyahoe]

head empty, just thinking of pre crash curly in between your legs while on his knees. those pretty blue eyes of his looking up to you with tears as his lips wrapped around your cock, breathing through his nose as he slowly goes down your cock. curly was trying so hard to fit it down his throat as he tears up, his throat bulging

imagine running your fingers through his curly blond hair, clutching tightly as you then shove him down your cock. poor curly letting out muffled gasp as he gags with your cock hitting the back of his throat. tears brimming his eyes more as he barely breaths because of your big dick

[scftpcws]

im no longer ashamed of my love for kili durin.

LOOK AT MY LITTLE MAN.

[coffeecqke]

The Thrill of the Kill

written by coffeecqke

Y/N x Ronin - Killer Chat!

WARNINGS: Murder, ‘Gore’, Suggestive scene

So today’s the day. Today is the day you suck it up and do as he asked. As your devil wanted. Your nerves are as active as ever, adrenaline pumping through your veins and you haven’t even done anything yet.

Just the thought of actually killing someone scares you but also… excites you in a way? You’ve heard all your friends Misaki, Angel, Feli, so many of them talk about their murders. You’re finally going to join them, you won’t be the odd one out.

You’re not just gonna be a writer anymore…

You have already planned a target and a method, you just need to get your ‘materials.’

You grab your duffel bag, crowbar, and cleaning products. You mustn’t get caught on your first kill, it has to be perfect. Ronin has to be proud.

You stuff your bag full and head out, on your way to the victim’s house.

The victim is a woman, probably in her late twenties. She’s got long, ginger, silky hair and vibrant green eyes.

Normally, you’d probably go for a man.

But this girl.

This girl flirted with Ronin and expected to get away with it. That’s not happening.

The crowbar fits nicely in the back of her head, spewing out blood onto you. Good thing you’re prepared, isn’t it?

You swing your crowbar again, this time catching her neck. You listen as her screams turn to gurgles and…

Silence.

Now, it’s time to harvest her aorta!

The knife slides smoothly through her bare chest, perfect.

With your gloves on, you push your hand inside of the hole you made, fishing out her heart.

You’ve seen enough of Ronin’s grotesque murders to be nauseated by this one.

—

<goreboy>: Y/N

<goreboy>: you Up for coming Over?

<Y/N>Let’s meet in Purgatory. <3

<goreboy>: damn, Alright.

<goreboy>: Got something Planned?

<Y/N>: Maybe… :3

—

You stand in Purgatory as you wait for Ronin, holding your duffel bag.

He strides into the alleyway, looking for you. “Y/N! Whatchu got there, darlin’?” Ronin called out to you and you smiled wide. “Ro! I got you a present, I think you’ll like it a lot.” You ran up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around your waist. “Mhm? What is it, doll? Show me.” You both let go and you begin to unzip your duffel bag. Ronin watched intently, grinning. You pulled out the heart you carved out of the woman and handed it to Ronin. Your cheeks flushed. You had always told Ronin you’d kill for him, but never kept your word. Now you’re finally proving how much he means to you and your heart began racing.

Ronin took the heart, placing his free hand on your cheek. He gave you a kiss, “Fuck, darlin’, your first kill? What have I done to my pretty little writer?” Ronin grinned, “Good fuckin’ job, baby. I’m so proud.”

He leaned in, kissing your lips. You kissed back, deepening it. He slid his tongue between your lips, tangling with yours, exploring your mouth like an uncovered cave. His hand found the back of your head, lightly gripping your hair. A small moan escaped from your mouth, your hands wrapping back around his neck. Ronin broke the kiss to place kisses down your chin, down your neck, and went onto leaving hickeys on your collarbones. Sucking, biting, leaving red marks all around.

“You wanna take this somewhere else.. or fuck here?” He spoke in a deep voice, his eyes darkened by lust. You felt your face go hot, imagining taking him in his favorite alleyway.

“Here…” You squeaked. You could feel yourself beginning to drip, thinking of all the possibilities.

“Fuck, I love you, darlin’.” He spoke with a grin.

[pinkeos]

bf!ratio who has trouble denying you of your silly requests, especially when you blink those pretty eyes full of hope at him

“don't move.” his voice was stern as he held your chin with his hand, trying to focus on the task at hand but the way you were shaking from giggling was making it harder than it should be

he pulled the hand holding the red eyeliner away from your eyelid, raising an eyebrow at you as he squished your cheeks together, “what did i say? don't move or you'll ruin it.”

you smiled, voice muffled with the way he held your cheeks, “sorry, sorry, i just really like seeing you so focused. you look so hot.”

he rolled his eyes playfully, “did you deliberately plan this? just so you could see me focus?”

you shook your head quickly, pouting, “no, no, i really want to match with you.”

he couldn't help the fondness inside him at that. you approached him earlier to ask him to apply the same red eyeliner he uses everyday to you, reasoning that you just wanted to see how it'll look on yourself and that it'd be cute to match him

when he told you you could do it yourself, you reasoned your hands are so shaky it wouldn't look good (he knows you're lying but he can't deny you)

“then don't move too much.” he scolded, going back to what he was doing

though this time, when he was trying to focus on what should be a simple and easy task he's used to everyday when doing it for himself, he had trouble with the way your eyes lingered on him so attentively. your eyes were soft and affectionate, soaking in his handsome features and the warmth of his hold. his eyebrows furrowed as he tried his hardest not to get so flustered due to your undivided attention

once again, he stopped and pulled away, hands squishing your cheeks together yet again but a tad bit harder this time, “did anyone tell you it's rude to stare?”

“sorry, sorry.” you whined

“stop it or we willl get nowhere.”

“i can't help it, you're too handsome for your own good. i want to admire you for the rest of my life.”

“if i hadn't known any better, i'd think that was a marriage proposal.”

you smiled widely, “it could be.”

[crushedstarsz]

lin lie who cries asking for you to let him come. that's it. that's the post.