#usft cw

[muutosarchive]

“ i could be your toy. “ for mike !

🍒 @ncvabcrn . *      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

"oh yeah?" mike's brows are immediately raised at that, interest sparked in his brain the moment that it hits the air. he meanders forth, falling into the couch. crossing ankles whilst putting an arm around their shoulders.

"so that's what you want, huh?" he asked, his brows raised. "you like being someone's toy?" he leans in, his other hand landing on their thigh. they'd be the perfect toy, he must admit. if you were explorative, at least.

he leans into their ear, smirking before biting on their earlobe softly. "well, be careful what you wish for -- because i'm known to take my time, when it comes to my favorites."

[uruuk]

5d from the spicy meme u rb on your multi. you can't stop me

"ELROND -" SOMEHOW, THE LORD OF THE URUKS HAS NEVER QUITE FELT SO LORDLY AS WHEN HE HUMBLY BECAME THE THRONE. SPRIGS OF CHESTNUT HAIR FALLEN OVER EARS where the rest are tamed and tucked behind the point. HIS VOICE AS IT SPEAKS HIS NAME IS LOW. COARSE, BUT STEEPED IN WANT. leading, and inflected with a wave of pleasure as he finds he has little control of lithe hips winding midsection above his more sturdy form. THE METHODICAL AND LUMBERING BRUTE STRENGTH OF ORCS MEETS THE BEAUTY AND GRACE OF ELF'S SILK AND FLUID COMBAT. chin wrapped around and resting upon an angled ribcage, as the curl adorned head turned away to watch his debasement. ( something that had undoubtedly aroused him, achingly so ). for knowing now he could not truly taint him, the taboo of their union to his kind was admittedly pleasing when presented at this very surface level. ELROND IS NONE SO HATEFUL, NOR DISCRIMINATORY. not now . . . not anymore.

BLUE-GREYS FLUTTER CLOSED WITH OPEN MOUTH AS ONE OF TWO ANCHORED HANDS MOVES FROM IMMACULATE REAR MUSCULATURE, AND SWIPES ALONG THE SMALL OF HIS BACK. using the newfound leverage to tug his conquest closer, and perhaps regain his attention. lidded gaze open in a flutter of lengthy lashes, and chin lifted towards the exposed chest. PRESSING HIS HARSH CHEEK IN REVERENCE AND ALLOWING A LOSS OF HIMSELF ONCE MORE. . . . for shuddery breath escapes before he once again turns his gaze upward to peer upon him. SOMEHOW HE STILL FINDS HIMSELF OVERWHELMED, AND DOUBTS THIS WILL CHANGE WITH THE NUMBER OF TIMES THEY SHARE IN ONE ANOTHER. as he is so beautiful, and though hundreds of years may pass in the blink of an eye . . . his body lacks remembrance of such pleasure. black lined thighs spread wide and shuddering beneath sure hips, whilst sat himself upon the wide-backed chair where the two had first spoken. "elrond . . ." he speaks it again, lathing tongue over soft rose peaking hard enough to tempt his teeth to close in. a low groan escaping him as hips begin to push insistently into seeking, insistent heat -- TAKING TO NOSING HIS CHEST AS HE WORKS TO CATCH HIS BREATH.

HIS BODY, ALL OVER, BEARS THE SAME RAISED AND UNSIGHTLY APPEARANCE OF HIS FACE. CRISS-CROSSED MARKS, WOUNDS AND BLACK VEINS CAUSING A ROUGH SURFACE, MET WITH SUCH PERFECTION AS HE. soft pink blush of activity and soft sheen of elven sweat 'pon his perfect brow. "look at me." he demands finally as he leans back in his seat. his hands sliding 'round to grip hips and take control of the movements. even with his eyes singing wide and deep with pleas for affection. NOVELTY OF THE UNDOUBTEDLY SALACIOUS TRAJECTORY OF ELVEN EYES, LOST IN BEING ALL BUT IMPALED BY THE LIKES OF A URUK, HAVING WORN OFF. the soft furrow between his brows speaking wondrously loud, while fingers reach to toy with pointed ear. rolling his thumb along the curve. HIS NERVES ARE BEGINNING TO BECOME ALIGHT, EMBLAZENED WITH EACH INCIDENTAL BRUSH. urgency betraying him. "you would make me beg, for that which I have already lain claim to?" his eyes narrow softly.

@elr0nds. super secret meme.

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[ GRIND ]:  sender  grinds  on  receivers  thigh. ( janelle )

🔧 @avemaria . meme i'm too lazy to find.

𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺. his own curved with the couch's rest that sits in the corner of his office. just out of eye-sight. he's relaxing. the expression upon his face playing almost a little too proudly excited, sprinkled with a dash of expectancy as well. complete with an uneven tilt of his thin lips, while his other hand takes control of her chin with a light touch. forcing her to come close to his face . . . noses touching, with a further lidding of his eyes. briefly shaking hair from his face.

he enjoyed playing with power like this. it was intoxicating. his back coming off the sofa to inch their bodies even closer together. his bony thigh provides refuge to her seeking, wanting body . . . happy to oblige, as he controls this entire interaction. could give more, or take away what little she had. it having proven &. displayed a desperation that exists for his affection.

his lips seek her own. silky roll of his tongue followed by another as he chuckles deeply against their lips. "my . . . i didn't realize how badly you wanted this, janelle." saccharine, beauty of accented tone pouring its filth. "so desperate you are." he muses, humming whilst he smiles into another kiss. "is it just that you want my affection?" he asks, fingers slipping away to the back of her neck. forming a loose curl around her curls.

[muutos]

( just a little missionary ) 09 ghoap are having romantic sex in the missionary position

it's a picturesque scene. any semblance of dressing strewn aside in service of their passions. as michelangelo likely could not have carved such strong musculature and curved, sweat-slicked back. tense thighs connected to a flexing rear, whilst strained face softly marred with remnants of injury sits in between large, warm hands.

fingers on one of those hands scratches through dark strands periodically, while ushering it away from sweat heavy forehead. heavily accented praises strung together between grunts, and kissing any skin previously occupied by a swiping thumb.

the form below so too is beautifully placed. both arms and legs wrapped around his current anchor....

pops and flexes of soap's muscle are likely unmissed by palms and forearms that sit along his shoulders, while calves keep hips locked and cock pressed deep, in their rolling but forceful thrusts into what now feels like home. joining together as one, exactly as they were meant to be.

passionate doesn't even begin to cover it. their impending separation for a few days on an intel gathering mission. deciding to send ghost out with the sergeant. everything was happening so fast, and he regretted forming tunnel vision on his own fantasies of revenge, and obsession with getting it right this time. not losing anyone else. he knows how important this is, not only to price, but to put an end to this third world war once and for all. so much so that everything else seemed insignificant in comparison.

except him. the buildup of their relationship existing on the precipice to this war, and he knew that this was what he was meant for when they came out on the other side. and now, he needed to remind his lieutenant of that.

"so? what d' ye say -- have i made it up t'ye?" he slides a palm down the side of ghost's neck, planting in on his chest as he closes his eyes. smirk from his almost amused albeit breathy expression wiped again as he shudders.

forming lips around skin he knew would be covered easily, he sucks a dark bruise there beneath his ear. his opposite hand having edged back up to hold ghost by the back of his skull. huffing a laugh, hot and moist, along the shell of his ear. "i almost like i' when ye whine abou' bein' sent ou' - but no' this time." he expresses with a heavy exhale, thumb flicking over nipple. pulling back to look him in the eye as his hips move more slowly and evenly. "m'sorry i havenae been giving ye the proper attention, simon. ye don' have t'tell me ye deserve it... an' i hope ye can feel it.."

@designedparadigm.

[lawhurt]

❛  you always know just what i need.  ❜

"-- i try." comes the soft voice. riding a smile as fingers softly run along the length of her thigh, while the digits of the opposite hand are buried inside of her. crooked as they elicit gentle sounds &. coveted praise from nancy's youthful lips. tucked away in his office, against the shuttered blinds, with her hips leaning against the sill. facilitating the control needed, in ergonomics alone, to provide pleasure. a tenting desire in the front of his slacks, dressed with greying hair combed for a day in the office. they'd driven the hour away from bozeman to drum up a little (albeit strained) privacy. the presence of his secretary the only one that would dare to interrupt.

"wasn't exactly what i thought we'd be doing, this morning." he breathes amusedly, a nudge of his nose against her cheek as his hand pumps. drawing hand deftly back &. forth as sweat gathers beneath his collar. their lips meet one another's, with an earnest little sound. hiking her skirt up to revel the mound behind her panties, which is bulked by the fabric covered curve of prominent knuckles. palm sliding up the curve of her body to cup the underside of her breast. "but, i should have known --" finger slides down strap of her clothing from now bare shoulder.

"-- i can hardly keep my hands off of you, as it is."

⚖️ @bedroomvictory / @hollowvictory ↪ praise kink

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All you have to do is beg, and I will give you what you want. / omega hehehe

his tail flickers. a rumble produced deep within inhuman chest. raised from it's space on the floor, as cool eyes of liquid nitrogen burn through the mask. less emotion resides in the glow of stars signaling his perfect design. of course less than glamor blues. ice cold, but still with the capacity for vulnerability. built by the very hands of lucifer, omega is convinced, to serve this great purpose of belonging. of giving away every part of himself. not demeaning to place himself below the man . . . it is simply natural, despite nature's lack of facilitation. long, onyx claws rounding waist to find hand-holds as spats curl on the ground. uniform tugging seams of suddenly too-small cassock as he grows from his stealth height to that of his true form. grandiose. big teeth, gnarled horns &. scarred, black muscles as far as the eye could see. those glaring orbs akin to the night sky, even as he angrily tears off the chrome plate from over his face. ears sprung back against his skull, pointed &. with some subtle missing chunks from his many fights in the underworld.

his spaded tail comes around the short legs standing before him, while wrapping more tightly to opposite thigh. all occurring in such typical regal form reduced to tight, heightened shoulders. but not from the contemplation of begging. no . . . has far in a way torn himself apart before the man's mismatched eyes. does not fear embarrassment. a horse's snort releasing from the great beast that fans across the exposed line of the abdomen beneath his nose. hands &. knees the position to fully make-up the size between the ghoulish figure &. his handler. the pretty, poised &. chosen one. ruler of the leviathan throne. oh, but he'd loved him before that, too. when he belonged to someone else, in a sense. but he'd always found his way home.

"please, sir --" he cringes. such a human tone sounds oddly shaken, even as thighs lower &. he begins nosing around the man's stomach like he were a dejected dog. "you already know i'd do anything for you. why torture me like this?" tortured by this innate desire already, curious eyes snap with the slow draw-back of snout. "please let me serve &. be of service." he bows his head. eyes snuffed to the back of his lids. pride pouring out of his chest &. splattering on shoes. though, omega was a proud ghoul. something elegant woven into sacrifice, even when displayed so primal &. needing.

🍒 @p0pestar 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 ↪ 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂, 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋, 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

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18 for henry!! ( @ladyseidr )

🔧 @ladyseidr . 🍑 USFW GIF MEME.   🍑 (GIF)

𝙲𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝚉𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙾, strewn on the bedside with the ashtray while william pinches a smoke with one hand, and lazily strokes henry's cock with the other. "mm. . . ." william's cock is wrapped in henry's hot, slick walls. elegantly perched, fucking himself while will does minimal work. pushing his hips up just at the tail end of henry's downward stroke, so that he could reach as much of henry's insides as possible. "your cock has gotten so hard for me, henry." he muses on the tail end of a drag, slowly running his hand along the shaft.

satisfaction lives in his lidded smirk, fucking into henry while his silver eyes take to studying. "you know, this might as well by my cock." william speaks with a lungful of smoke, grunting while twin streams leak through nostrils. his crooked grin edging up his face. "just like this might as well be my hole," he pauses for a moment. - "as though anyone else gets to have you like this. gets to be inside you like this. . . . " his accent is devilishly smooth, low. deliberate.

his cigarette is ashed before it's stuck between his teeth. hips pushing up, while his free fingers explore the expanse of henry's body. his thick middle. "and this gorgeous body." he says, watching with his prick pulsing inside of the man above him while he explored. "mm, god you're perfect henry. do you know that? and it's all for me, isn't it? all mine." voice is gravel and grit. he continues to stroke, all teasing and exactly what the other likes. "i'm the only man who knows how to please you henry. you and i both know that. i might as well control your pleasure." he chuckles at henry's reactions, licking his lips while filling his lungs and removing filter from his lips. "you're mine." he says it again, leaving the smoke on the tray while continuing to touch. "perfect... my perfect little plaything. say it, henry. tell me who you belong to."

[muutos]

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜

missy laughs. pearl adorned neck curved backward despite it being rested against the pillow. nude form fit for an art study squirming gently under half-his weight.

lidded smile is toothy in humored amusement. "well.. i s'ppose it ain't bad -- or, i ain't not into it. y'know..."

disappointment. that, is what she's feeling. she knows this wasn't his typical shtick. not that she can't take it slow every now and again, but it ain't usually her style. one to be respected, though the living tend to like feeling alive. "just afraid yer holdin' out on me, stud. that's all." a laugh sounds -- head lolling against the pillow as fingers thread and simultaneously pull on the ends of his hair. "come on. now don't tell me this is what ya'd rather be doin' ta me right about now..." there's another pause, followed by: "this ain't network television, baby. don't censor yerself on my account."

@americanedpsycho. the enormity of my desire.

[lawhurt]

fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . ( sarah )

tongue swipes over shoulder blade, his brows narrowed. she's so tiny for such a strong personality. such strong opposition. cannot ever forget despite everything. the dynamic left, but only when there's sweetness between them. domesticity. normalcy. however the moment work is introduced back to their smiling reverie, they turn into their respective selves. though jamie a bit more wrapped up, in the sense that he believes the genuine when it happens, but remains skeptical despite being unable to steer the skid. he's running right for a hydro pole &. there's nothing he can do about it.

his hands are gripping her hips, pressed against her back. body shoved between him &. the wall as his hair falls over eyes . . . not quite as long as it used to be, but still has overhang when not gelled back &. styled the way he's known to wear it. a grunt escapes as her hand snakes up into his hair though the cropped strands at the back. shivering against his form, &. saying his name . . . her wandering hands pulling his cheek against brunette hair.

"hmm . . . we should fight more often." he lies, kissing along her cheek as he presses their lips together, hotly. soft grunt against her lips while the angle makes their overlap a bit more sloppy. her grip keeps him now with a gentle tug, just a hair out of reach. strained smile escaped with a disbelieving laugh. ". . . based on your reaction, i'd say you agree." he breathes, grunting again whilst fingers scramble for shoulder while the other trails behind, as it runs along the slope of her waist. the shoves of his hips rough, &. elicits rough sounds. nose pressed to the side of her face with a reprieve.

"maybe this would have saved us if we had to argue in court." a little something to take the edge off . . . nose bowing against the side of lawyer's face as her fingers pull his grey strands. again. backs of his fingers running along her jaw, &. down the column of her neck.

⚖️ @avemaria ↪ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵���𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬

[msmoonstone]

She's not in this for love, and she knows he's not either. But the way the rough tips of his mighty fingers glide along the veins of her throat. Wondering so idly what it must feel like to have him grip her throat, squeezing the consciousness into question. Already he has her gasping, shimmering blues rolling just a faint in their hungered haze as they look challengingly on his.

A breathless moan comes through, when he takes her hands by the wrists, doing that beautifully powerful thing and taking her arms out of the equation. Cordelia's back arches off the stone pillar, thighs rubbing together absently in quiet heated anticipation. Oh, she meets every kiss, every heated lock is met with a passion just as burning as his own, she's already finding herself more drunk on his presence than any bottle of cheap fucking hooch she's found.

It's quiet for a second, beyond the profane sounds of their lips wetly consuming each other, and the anticipating writhing of rutting denim. He pulls back, pulls at her lip, and that drunken look is traded for one of returning challenge. Cherry red lips guiding to the edges of her face in a wry grin, showing her clenched pearly whites.

"Big man thinks he's got things figured out already?" Her whole body trembles with need, mouth hanging open like some cheap mewling whore.

"Come on pussy. Stop waiting for me to act." She barbs, brows furrowing in that spiteful way, daring him to do something more than just hold her. Daring him to do exactly what she fucking told him, and stop, as she'd call it, pussyfooting around. "You treat all the little girls you fuck like they're made of glass, pretty boy?"

It would be a mistake for him to underestimate her, he thinks, to shrug off her words and assume she was just talking big for the sake of it. They'd just met, sure, but he got the distinct feeling she was one of those types who liked to severely underplay her capabilities, until it was all too late for her prey.

So, he hums in agreement, giving no protest as she leads his hand to where she wished it to be; fingers oh-so-tantalizingly pressing against her pulse points. A thoughtful tilt of the head, eyes giving her a once-over as his course fingers caress against her soft skin.

Give her a fight. Yeah, he figures he could manage that.

He hears his belt clatter across the floor away from them, but he pays little mind, fingers trailing up that neck of hers to trace along her jaw, " You're good with your hands. What else you're good with?" He comes in quick, like a thief stealing a priceless artifact in the night (an apt metaphor, he thinks), a peck, before he leans back in for a sloppy second, slower, more purposeful, shifting his weight to press her more against the wall while doing so.

" Gonna show me what you got?" Hushed words spoken between kisses, teeth tugging at her bottom lip, his hand sliding along to find and pin her wrist against the pillar. " You show me yours, I'll show you mine."

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simon's cooped himself up in his room, laid himself bare on his cot, gently running his fingers across his aching pussy. it's too much to ignore - he'd left from watching his captain train others. it was the way he moved, the way he would deliver sharp orders - the poor lieutenant couldn't handle it. not when it pooled a deep seated want in his lower half. he finally slips his fingers inside of himself, wet and needy, pulling his free hand up over his lips. "ah - john -" the name passes his lips, a soft moan, reserved solely for the captain. eyes flutter closed, then open sharply at the sound of his door's lock clicking.

brows kiss forehead as eyes resemble the wideness of saucers when his attention is full directed at the entrance to his room. of course - it's the only one bold enough to enter. the one who likely just heard simon moan his name with his fingers to the knuckle up inside of himself. he can feel the heat come to his face, and he knows there's red dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears - he longs for the comfort of his mask in this moment; though he knows his naked form displayed here would definitely be more pleasurable for john to look at. he's caught - though maybe that's why he forgot to lock the door. and maybe why he made sure john had seen him leave in a hurry. not that he'll openly admit it.

IT'S NOT ALWAYS AN EASY THING, getting around duties. especially when he's actually supposed to be on shift, &. not just training or working for the sake of performance. however, credenhill was certainly more relaxed. &. luckily there was a lieutenant who was . . . a bit eager, that could get talking if you let him. a showy fella, the lad. so soap let him take over, when he saw that his lieutenant had exited the training area early. cheeky bastard. well, two could play at that game, couldn't they?

he knows exactly what to expect when he enters, however it doesn't make it any less a beautiful sight. his stubble-surrounded lips quirking up at one side as he shuts the door behind him. this time, poignantly clicking the lock before meandering towards simon. hands in his denim pockets.

there's so many things he wants to tell him. how fucking perfect he looks, for one thing. full up on his fingers, with that voice saying his name like that? well, he's liable to devour him right then &. there. but john's casual stance says it all. eyes taking in the perfect sight, &. drinking it like a good scotch.

one knee is cocked slightly, a furry brow quirking. cut in half by rugged scar. "all this fer me, aye?" he asks, his spine arching as he leans back. voice rough around the edges. "well go on, then." he gestures forth with a hand before it goes directly back in his pocket. ignoring the obvious tent of his denim jeans, while rocking back &. forth on his heels. "i came to enjoy th'show, no' interrupt ye."

🍒 @designedparadigm

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( g-spot ) one muse is teasing the other with their fingers, fingering them and making them squrim ( lmao val and springles )

🔧 @chrchgrl / 👻 ୧‿︵‿︵ just fucking around !

𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 is rotting filth, like the sleazy laugh that reverberates through his greenish-yellow chest. his functions are still as such that he can smell. his rabbit snout brushing dark locks with a slow bob and a deep, deep inhale. ears swaying about with each jerky movement. "oh... you are a sweet, sweet little thing aren't you?" perpetual smile kept lidded, two heavy shifts of either feet are taken as the rabbit's head clicks in a sideways cant.

her body is more-less pressed against the wall by a large, hulking forearm pressed beneath her bare chest. strength of nearby metal structure supporting her lifted leg, and his having lifted her petite form brings her closer to his height as he crowds her. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. allowing her full view and reign of his face near her breath. her sweet smelling hair... his large hand curled in the midst of her legs, rubbing between parted lips in a circular motion. through soaking wet panties. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎… his jerky serpentine sway keeping her senses revolved around him. the wall of an animatronic purring as he noses at her cheek. "what did i do to deserve such a salacious little harlot coming and paying me a visit?" his jaw flaps in an attempt to match his speech.

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IT'S ALL FUN &. GAMES, AYE? -- until someone gives an order. some heady giggles accented with the soft smell of foam topping a pint on tap, &. the lidded eyes of johnny looking downward to watch large palm press against the aching, unwavering arousal he'd caused. on purpose, mind you. hands clinging, while subconsciously nuzzling against hard shoulder with the lines of his jaw. ebbing the tension in his own tenting cock perfectly well from where he's standing, rutting his hips into simon's arse like a goddamn dog with soft rolls of his denim-clad hips.

oh, he knows what he's gonna get. he's known it since he'd put this little plan of his into motion. hell, even the warning tone in the expulsion of his name has his own dick twitching in interest. entirely driven by anticipation in the face of what's to come. even so much as biting down on his lip. meeting ghosts eye with wandering fingers, whilst he giggles around the lower tier in between his jaws.

&. before he knows it, his hands are up haphazardly as his back hits the dingy wall to the rear of them. a laugh out loud caught &. swallowed by simon's tongue leaving johnny to sloppily overlap his opening mouth against his partner's. moaning unabashedly into the warm entrance as his tongue licks inside.

his knee hitches upward at the bite to his lip, &. soap makes another insistent sound at the searing pain. the combination having made his groin more-less burn for relief. he feels owned. possessed. whimpering lowly while his fingers clasp the lower part of ghost's exposed jaw. trying to keep him from vacating his lips, while the other paw is clutching at the larger man's back. fingernails pushing, with his arm shoved under ghosts. his hips pushing dutifully against the strain of the other's rutting with a steady string of increasingly pathetic noises. letting himself enjoy the relief while he still can.

the expression, lidded &. heaving chest remains of their kisses are short-lived, as he winces in the pulling of short strands. a heavier one following with hands scrambling on instinct to shove at ghost's chest at the initial impact of blunt teeth into skin. but soon enough they hook to shoulders instead. "ah, fer fuck sake -" he starts, but it's shameful the way his hips seek friction at the newfound pang. hand sliding up against the back of ghost's head affectionately. "bloody jesus, lt." he pants. another wince at the wiggling of enamel through parts of his flesh. god, please. he thinks. i wan' em' all t'know who i fuckin' belong to.

he doesn't really require the demand, &. he covets the small rivulets of blood that roll along his collar from the parts of the ravaging that broke skin. trails leaving goosebumps in their wake.

hands are slightly raised once again as his knees hit the floor. one, &. then the other. smart too, or johnny may have spilled in his pants if their frotting continued on any longer. another wave of heat plaguing him at the gruffness of the order. no more defiant smiles, &. only big blues peering upward as he touches without permission. jaw clenched shut. hands on hips driving clothed cock to his nose, as his hot mouth overlaps it with a heavy exhale. tonguing over the denim he shamelessly dampens, all while his eyes stay locked on his superior's. focusing on the scent, the taste. "aye, sir." he breaths. words released between his debasing himself, while his fingers move slowly to the waistband of his pans. waiting for the likely possibility that his hands are pushed away. " -- please?" it sounds small coming out. "i'll be so good, sir. i promise."

   he  should  have  expected  that  the  moment  johnny  walked  through  the  doors  to  the  bathroom  that  hands  would  be  on  him  again.  that  a  body  would  be  pressed  against  him,  sending  electricity  through  his  nerves.  everything  fires  off,  and  his  breath  stops  for  a  moment.  his  stare  in  the  mirror  is  far  too  intense,  he  can  read  everything  he  wants  just  looking  at  himself.  what  a  fucking  mess  he  is.  all  for  one  man. 

   “johnny.”  the  tone  is  that  of  warning,  simon's  hands  gripping  at  the  sink  in  front  of  him,  knuckles  white.  blond  lashes  flutter  as  he  closes  his  eyes,  taking  a  breath  that  is  meant  to  steady  himself  -  but  it's  the  way  the  words  spoken  to  him  replay  in  his  mind  that  has  his  cock  twitch  with  aching  need.  simon  bites  on  his  tongue,  nostrils  flaring  with  heavy  breaths  -  trying  to  keep  it  together. 

   he  falters,  bringing  one  hand  down  to  touch  himself  through  the  fabric  of  his  pants.  god  forbid  he  get  so  wound  up  in  public.  what  a  mess.  he  pulls  his  hand  away  from  himself,  lifting  it  to  tug  the  mask  upward,  revealing  the  lower  half  of  his  face.  his  head  turns,  intense  eyes  burning  as  they  stare  at  the  man  that  is  so  undeniably  his.  anything  simon  wanted  to  do  -  he  knows  he  could.  it  sends  electricity  down  his  spine,  thinking  through  it  all.  there's  only  the  smallest  voice  in  the  back  of  his  mind  telling  him  to  keep  it  semi  decent.  curb  some  of  it. 

   “fuckin'  'ell.”  it  comes  out  in  a  low  hiss,  before  simon  moves.  his  speed  is  unmatched  for  a  man  of  his  size,  his  motions  smoother  than  one  would  expect  of  someone  with  the  build  of  the  brute.  watching  him  work  in  any  capacity  always  tends  to  be  a  treat;  years  of  meticulous  training  and  upkeep  put  on  display.  his  hands  are  on  johnny  in  moments,  shoving  him  hard  to  the  wall  of  the  bathroom,  away  from  the  sink,  away  from  the  mirrors. 

   “drivin'  me  fuckin'  crazy  ya  bloody  bligh'er.”  the  words  come  out  in  a  low  frustrated  growl,  before  simon's  lips  find  johnny's.  johnny,  johnny,  johnny.  it's  the  only  thing  in  his  mind,  pushing  him  further  and  further  to  the  brink  of  utter  ruin.  his  teeth  sink  into  the  others  lip,  a  harsh  bite  given,  meant  to  inflict  some  level  of  pain.  a  growl  reverberates  from  the  depths  of  simon's  chest  as  he  pushes  his  body  aggressively  against  his  lovers,  rutting  his  hips  up  against  him,  breaking  lip  contact  to  let  out  an  unsteady  exhale.  his  hand  moves  behind  johnny's  head,  scarred  fingers  curling  into  that  stupid  mohawk  he  adores  so  much,  tugging  harshly,  pulling  the  other  mans  head  back,  before  simon  lunges  at  his  neck,  sinking  teeth  in  and  breaking  skin  without  any  warning.  nostrils  flare  taking  in  the  scent.  familiar.  intoxicating.  his. 

   he  finds  himself  helplessly  attacking  johnny's  neck  while  he  ruts  his  hips  heavily  against  johnny's  body.  it's  a  feral  need  that's  driving  simon  up  the  fucking  wall  -  and  he'll  have  what's  his.  mark  what's  his.  it's  taking  all  his  patience  to  just  leave  his  singular  mark  -  and  even  then  he  realizes  he's  half  assed  it  when  he  pulls  away,  pulling  his  body  back  with  an  impatient  grunt.  his  hands  move  to  johnny's  shoulders,  and  the  weight  he  puts  behind  it  is  pressure  enough  to  send  normal  men  collapsing  to  the  ground  to  their  knees  -  the  shove  is  harsh,  demanding. 

   “on  your  fuckin'  knees.”  the  commanding  bark  edges  into  his  done.  “tha's  a  fuckin'  order.”  the  edge  of  an  aggressive  growl  bleeds  into  his  tone.  “gonna  ‘ave  you  deal  with  wha’  you  fuckin'  did.”

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Give me 6 for Janelle and Jamie

"you know, i think i like the sight of this . . ." jamie says amusedly, breathlessly. stood at the foot of bed, naked hips brush cool air as his cock slides along the length of velvet muscle. his lips curled giddily. though his smile only grows as his head tips back in a release of a much-needed groan when her mouth sinks lower.

"well let me get my prediction in now . . . we're not going anywhere, today." he licks the side of his still grinning bottom lip before it slips in-between his teeth. his hands coming to link behind his head as his thin-set hips push forward into hot invitation. all while lips gape to accept what his tilt induces upon her. "not that that's very disappointing." he exhales shakily, in the meantime. his head tilting in his own grasp as he rocks on the balls of his feel. "i think we've earned a quiet weekend . . ."

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simon's been so fucking good for the captain, despite how bratty he'd gone around. it's not his fault soap drives him up the wall. it's not his fault john pulling rank always brought up this streak within simon - and even within the ghost. to have behaved for once for a reward is rare from him these days, and he digs his hands into the desk he's seated on, leaning his head back, for once letting himself moan. god fucking damnit - it's so hard to keep his hands to himself with the way mactavish works his cock. his voice breaks, a desperate plea escaping; “god, your mouth, please–”

WHAT HEAVEN DECIDED HE DESERVED THIS? he's leaning. a hand placed next to one of ghosts hips as he sits spread upon the desk.

the captain is stood in between his legs, hovering close. of course, mactavish holds a measure of patience that can only come from a sniper specialist. easing his form, as slow &. languid strokes of his calloused hand almost spell boredom. yet laxness was truly in service of making the other fall apart at the seams. something he tries not to compare to his counterpart, despite the near impossibility. but this one is more of a challenge. more difficult to break. to decode, &. memorize. yet, the captain never shied away from a challenge. in fact with each subsequent encounter he gets more efficient at it. &. with the added power dynamic, it's easier to fall into the role of being patient. the last one to break, so to speak. especially when the lieutenant was so eager.

his smirk edges up at the moan introducing the first sign of breakage. &. in service of that, the pace of his pumping fist increases with a deft curl of his wrist on the upswing. "good boy." he states simply. "so ye've had just abou' enough a' being a pain in my hide, 'ave ye?" he asks, a soft chuckle not quite cracking his smile any wider than the soft smirk he's been wearing for a good while. his hand entirely removed as he eases upward with a grunt, &. similarly lowers himself to his knees.

"tell ye' what. i'll take real good care a' ye, 's long as ye let me hear ye. i don't want ye holdin' anything back -- &. if ye do, i'll leave ye here like the bloody mess ye' are to finish yerself off." his hands aren't on his body, but his head is resting upon his thigh. patient. overgrown stubble teasing sensitive skin. "say yes sir, lieutenant - n' i'll make it worth yer while. besides, i like when ye' ask me nice n' pretty." now he smiles.

"come on now, lemme hear ye."

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