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bakerstreet2017-10-13 07:09 am
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- comment with your character.
- respond to others
- get down and dirty, hot and wet. spell the abc's with your tongue or recite some tongue twisters. orgasms are the name of the game, and gratuitous oral sex is the name of the game!
- post picture prompts OR write starters OR whatever!
- have a grand ol' time

Tiphane Fortanceste | original | ota
Captain Jack Harkness - Doctor Who/Torchwood - OTA
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There was very little Jack enjoyed more than waking Bucky up with a blowjob. Warm and sleepy, burrowing under the covers to nuzzle at Bucky's crotch, not really awake enough yet for the soreness from last night's activities to manifest. Just sleepy and content, breathing in Bucky's scent and mouthing at his cock, feeling it slowly come to life beneath his lips.
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Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M
Hawke | Dragon Age series | M/F or previous CR
Death (Personification) | Elisabeth (Musical)| OTA
Delia Battista | Star Trek OC | OTA
Jane Andrewson | OC | F/M or F/F
Keith | Voltron : Legendary Defender
genos | one punch man | castmates
ßlake ßelladonna ∙ RWBY ∙ f/m
kogami shinya | PSYCHO-PASS
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Efficiently, he cleared his digital display, double-checked his calendar, and shut the screen off. On his desk, he re-stacked papers in their proper bins, angled his small planter correctly, and then got up to slide his suit jacket back on. Gino murmured a professional good night to the evening crew, adjusted his glasses, and swept out of the room.
Automatically, he stops at the coffee machine around the corner and grabs a small can of something warm. The machine jangles as it deposits the can and he nabs it out of the tray. There's something relieving about the warmth coming off the metal. He keeps it in hand as he makes his way to the attached balcony area. Not the most comfortable place to relax, but there was something about watching the city pass by that soothed his head.
Once he stepped outside, he felt some tension slip away. Out here, the air was warm, the breeze chill and soft. Gino stalked over to the railing and popped open his can, frowning only when he catches a whiff of smoke.
Ah. Of course. ]
When your lungs give out on you, don't come crying to me, Kogami.
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The pain had been as jarring as it had been refreshing, and Kogami takes a long, deep drag of what is certainly his third cigarette of the session, the nicotine bringing scant comfort to the thoughts that swirl in his head, the ghosts that haunt his every waking moment, hogging pride of place in his dreams.
He's thinking about the city beneath him now, thinking the threads that lead back to Makishima, paying little attention to the activities behind him -- office sounds, soft murmurs and the 'whirr-chunk' of dispensed beverages; the mundane juxtaposed against the depths of human depravity.
Kogami would laugh, if it didn't mean a one way ticket to the loony bin.
He should be heading back, he supposes -- to his sanctum sanctorum of restless spirits, Sasayama's bright smile levelled right at him, later twisted into a grinning mockery of itself, forever preserved in death.
Kogami swallows hard at the memory, and it's Gino's voices that tugs him back to the present.
Balcony. City. That can of shitty coffee that Gino always orders straight from the machine because it's the only thing worth having. He stubs out his cigarette on the railing, flicks it over the edge (because what else can they do to him now, arrest him?), a soft, mirthless sound.
Trust Gino to be the one around him at a time like this. ]
That's not what will get me. [ You know that as well as I do. Or even better, perhaps. Kogami Shinya is not a man suited for longevity. ]
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Seras Victoria | Hellsing | OTA
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[Seras awkwardly responded, staring at Alucard's cock while her cheeks grew deep red. She was intimidated, but it was her master's command. Leaning in, the blonde kissed his member lightly. Inexperienced but knowing what he would want. Tongue stretching out to lick the underside of his shaft. Eyes half-closed, too nervous to meet her master's gaze.]
Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic) | BNHA | OTA
Draco Malfoy | Harry Potter | M/M
Maxxie Oliver | Skins | M/M
Albus Potter | Harry Potter | M/M
Reid Garwin | The Covenant | M/M
Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA
Rey | SW: TFA | OTA