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bakerstreet2016-06-14 08:37 am
lookatthatslut) wrote in bakerstreet2016-06-14 08:37 am
[ ooc: open to most kinks with discussion.
very yes: kurts, logans, xaviers, eriks, peters, hanks, etc. i know i put f/m up there but i could also go for mystiques and storms. mcu and over crossover dudes are a++ as well.
not so much: scotts. sorry, i don't really ship it.
i'm voicetesting, so please be gentle. ]
very yes: kurts, logans, xaviers, eriks, peters, hanks, etc. i know i put f/m up there but i could also go for mystiques and storms. mcu and over crossover dudes are a++ as well.
not so much: scotts. sorry, i don't really ship it.
i'm voicetesting, so please be gentle. ]
[Welp, I'm awful. How do you feel about something awful and kinky with these dorks? :) ]
[Len grunts as he's shoved roughly up against a wall, feeling the air escape his lungs causing him to gasp for breath and his head to swim. He struggles as big hands twist in his clothes, bunching in a tight grasp and pinning him where his feet won't even touch the ground. He huffs, reaching long fingers out to dig into whatever part of the Arsonist he can grasp, tearing, pulling until they just crash into each other with all the heat and desperation of two men about to go to their deaths. They have their fights and their fights get vicious, hard, painful and often times bloody. Len can feel his split lip sting, can taste blood on Mick's tongue but it only makes his pulse run that much hotter. Every time they break each other, it only serves to get them more aroused. This was no exception.
Len would never admit it but there's a part of him that gets off on it and Mick knows it. He does everything in his power to be in control and to keep everything according to his plan, but when they're alone like this... When Mick fights back and won't take orders from him anymore, it gets him worked up in ways he can't explain. And when his partner asserts his dominance and puts him in his place he can't help but damn near melt, giving himself over and relinquishing his control was like a potent drug. It was a fix he needed. It was something he craved every now and again. They had their ways without words to express things. Anyone looking in and seeing this might think Len was the victim here but he's not. He's willing despite how he fights back. It's part of the game. Soon Mick will steal his control from him and he can finally Let Go. He just needs to be able to let go but his pride won't allow it just yet. Not yet.
He bucks against the other, wrapping his legs around his thick waist like the trunk of a tree, hooking his heels under his ass in an attempt to gain some leverage. His breaths are hot and raspy, eyes alight with a cold burn but there's hunger among the defiance. He may seem like he wants to some how win this losing battle, but in his mind he's just waiting for Mick to throw him down, lay him bare and fuck him senseless.]
Len would never admit it but there's a part of him that gets off on it and Mick knows it. He does everything in his power to be in control and to keep everything according to his plan, but when they're alone like this... When Mick fights back and won't take orders from him anymore, it gets him worked up in ways he can't explain. And when his partner asserts his dominance and puts him in his place he can't help but damn near melt, giving himself over and relinquishing his control was like a potent drug. It was a fix he needed. It was something he craved every now and again. They had their ways without words to express things. Anyone looking in and seeing this might think Len was the victim here but he's not. He's willing despite how he fights back. It's part of the game. Soon Mick will steal his control from him and he can finally Let Go. He just needs to be able to let go but his pride won't allow it just yet. Not yet.
He bucks against the other, wrapping his legs around his thick waist like the trunk of a tree, hooking his heels under his ass in an attempt to gain some leverage. His breaths are hot and raspy, eyes alight with a cold burn but there's hunger among the defiance. He may seem like he wants to some how win this losing battle, but in his mind he's just waiting for Mick to throw him down, lay him bare and fuck him senseless.]
[No noncon/pet play/incest/ddlb]
[The child was out now, almost certain to be killed. If he wasn't? Well... he had backup plans. For now, the girl was here, strapped down (for her safety, he'd told her, lest his blade slip) and helpless.]
[He'd start cutting soon, but for now... for now he has his hand against her throat, taking her pulse. It's interesting... her body is definitely changing under the Fruit's power, and his thumb strokes her throat idly.]
Mm. Mitsuzane-kun's so fond of you... I wonder what he would do if something happened to you? Try to kill me, probably...
[He'd start cutting soon, but for now... for now he has his hand against her throat, taking her pulse. It's interesting... her body is definitely changing under the Fruit's power, and his thumb strokes her throat idly.]
Mm. Mitsuzane-kun's so fond of you... I wonder what he would do if something happened to you? Try to kill me, probably...
[Any interest in something with Nat? I'm eyeing 4, though open to other ideas too, if anything catches your fancy, and combining prompts is always fun~ ]
sorry this is so late firework day makes things a little crazy
natalia_vdova
- 2016-07-06 05:30 (UTC) - Expand[cross fandom welcome. is a sub and really has no idea what he's doing so guidance may be required. no to 2, 10, 19]
[OOC: Soooo this could either be an actual hooker!AU where Philip naively picks up prostitute!Micchi, or it could be elaborate roleplay designed so that Philip will have a fuller understanding of how prostitution works~]
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Micchi hugs his flimsy jacket tighter around his body - as if that's going to do anything in the night-time chill, oh god he hates the cold so much - but when he hears footsteps approaching he has to (very, very) reluctantly let go in order to reveal the fishnet shirt he's wearing beneath, advertising his lithe, slender body to potential customers. He tries not to shiver, but hey sometimes johns like to see a pretty, delicate boy who can't even handle the cold, so maybe it won't matter too much.
The person who approaches is not some pervy old john, though. He's as young and pretty as Micchi himself. Micchi has varied tastes. Especially when they've got a varied bank account, full of lots of long numbers.
"You lookin' for some company?" He asks, stepping in front of the young man. "I can show you a real good time."
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Micchi hugs his flimsy jacket tighter around his body - as if that's going to do anything in the night-time chill, oh god he hates the cold so much - but when he hears footsteps approaching he has to (very, very) reluctantly let go in order to reveal the fishnet shirt he's wearing beneath, advertising his lithe, slender body to potential customers. He tries not to shiver, but hey sometimes johns like to see a pretty, delicate boy who can't even handle the cold, so maybe it won't matter too much.
The person who approaches is not some pervy old john, though. He's as young and pretty as Micchi himself. Micchi has varied tastes. Especially when they've got a varied bank account, full of lots of long numbers.
"You lookin' for some company?" He asks, stepping in front of the young man. "I can show you a real good time."
[Crossovers, slight AUs and assumed CR are a-ok!]
Karrin Murphy was used to being strong. Holding it together. Fighting the good fight. In doing so, she'd managed to lose her job, the love of her life, and most recently? Her faith. It wasn't just that her actions had nearly destroyed a priceless artifact and holy relic, but what that artifact represented that had shaken her. She'd been entrusted with a precious gift, and she had misused it.
She'd fallen from grace.
And so she'd packed up, and left Chicago to do some soul-searching. She thought that maybe somewhere along the way, she'd find redemption. Or closure. But instead, she found Jesse Custer.
And he confused the shit out of her for more reasons than she could count.
She'd fallen from grace.
And so she'd packed up, and left Chicago to do some soul-searching. She thought that maybe somewhere along the way, she'd find redemption. Or closure. But instead, she found Jesse Custer.
And he confused the shit out of her for more reasons than she could count.
(He's a supervillain, so any meeting with him could be crashed by cops, superheroes, or other strange things.)
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