thingpuncher: (mask) (a contemplative milisecond.)
m. ([personal profile] thingpuncher) wrote2014-06-27 01:46 pm
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OPEN / OVERFLOW.

ill put a graphic here when i fuckin feel like it.
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thingpuncher: face. (grindr here we come.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2020-05-16 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[And that's not something to sniff at. Midnighter leans in, teeth scraping at Bobby's shoulder, as he works him up. He adds another finger to move inside Bobby, and finds his voice even gruffer than usual-] You look so fucking good, babe.
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[personal profile] livingpopsicle 2020-05-16 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[For someone usually so guarded, Bobby is quick to give Midnighter easy access to himself - all of himself. Bobby tilts his head away from Midnighter, giving the man space to scrape at his shoulder. His moans are feverish as he feels himself opening up for Midnighter, and he moves against Midnighter's firm, fingers, lifting his hips up. He smiles at the compliment, and it's possible his cheeks flush an even darker shade than they had been moments ago. Compliments - he's not used to them.]

God your fingers are - [- are what? Magic? Amazing? Talented? Even in the moment, it all sounds so hokey and juvenile, and he doesn't want to sound hokey or juvenile. He breathes out again, a moaning whimper, and the look he gives Midnighter says it better than his words ever could. There's few things he's enjoyed more than this.]
thingpuncher: (face) (ok but digimon were the superior mon.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2020-05-20 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Midnighter hums, desire really beginning to pin him down. His breathing becomes a little more shallow, the image of Bobby before him getting to his head. Or his cock. Whatever.]

[Desperate for more, more of those reactions, more images to commit to memory, Midnighter curls his fingers within Bobby, trying to find the spot that will really make him sing.] Tell me when you're ready, babe.
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[personal profile] livingpopsicle 2020-05-22 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bobby moans out another string of fervent curses as he feels Midnighter inside of him, finding that spot. It should be illegal, how good he is with his hands. He raises his hips a little higher in response to the question, offering himself up to Midnighter.]

I'm - I'm ready for you.
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