#formerchcmp

[comiiical]

“You’re claiming territory.” Stephen pointed, as he ate his meal after a demon hunt. It was not as common for them, despite their share background, to go after demons, but when it happened, it happened. With the job done and the hunger from used energies, Stephen had convinced him to stop by a cafeteria, where he had ordered about three different meal dishes full of continent just for him, with the excuse of sharing it. As they were sat, he could feel the coming proximity of Dante, and he was not exactly complaining. “Who’s looking at me like they want to be eaten out for you to get in daddy mode?”

[wilyhog]

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“So like–––what’s the deal with your spooky sparkly zappy hands or whatever? I mean like everyone’s got a story with’em I’m assuming, I mean unless you could always just make every place you go like some Sleepy Hollow esque place.”

[eddie-diaz11-a]

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“Look, if this could just... stay between us, that’d be great,” Eddie found himself sighing. It hadn’t been part of his oh-so-well-thought-out plan to see a familiar face at the damn cage fight, but what could he do now? He had no idea if his request would even be listened to, or whether he’d be walking into an almost literal warzone on his next shift if they chose to tell his captain about it. “I don’t know what you’re doing here and frankly, I’m not sure I care, but just... You never saw me here, alright?”

[comiiical]

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In the bliss of a petition that finally came to fruition, Stephen and Dante had gone out to celebrate, alone and without family after the fourth consecutive present of them in their planning. Dancing, drinking and preventing his beloved to get drunk, he had dragged him into the bathroom. In the lost moment of a ... very intimate situation, and once finished, Dante found himself being kissed by Stephen, while smugly kissing him. The time-witch’s cock stroke in the others hand before, with a hard hit, they almost tore the door apart. 

How it all came down to it, it was hard to tell. Stephen’s hands were spreading Dante’s ass, the bathroom and the bar had been replaced by a luxury hotel room where Dylan had been dragged onto. And the not so innocent Dylan, down to his knees, pressing his tongue onto the tight hole of a hot latino man. How could he deny them that? He had just seen them making out and to the visual of that cock... he almost offered himself up to join rather than being asked. Not that he was ashamed of it.

[accidentallymagic]

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“I didn’t think I’d mind being tied up.” Mike’s hands were tied to the headboard, though his legs remained free. He glanced over at his lover, sporting an undeniable boner. “But honestly, now that I can’t touch you...” He strained against the ropes, “All I can think about is how badly I want to!”

[bxmyescape]

@formerchcmp​ | Starter Call

It was pretty freaking ironic, if Ryder did say so himself, that of all the brutal underground fights he’d had in the past couple of weeks, it was a damn car accident that was taking him out of commission. Or, at least, that’s how it was starting to look. He hadn’t even been driving, hadn’t even been in a car and yet somehow, when the damn porsche went hurtling into the side of a 4x4, it had sent the latter vehicle skidding in his direction. He remembered the impact, remembered being thrown back, but somewhere along the line, the car had caught on a lamppost before it could crush him.

He was damn lucky, and he knew it but he just wanted to get back on his way. Which also meant he probably wasn’t going to make this easy on whatever paramedic was assigned to check his injuries. He barely even spared them a glance, just groaning at the giant crack now splitting his phone’s screen. “Can we make this quick? I’ve got places I need to be. Just painkiller me up and send me on my way.”

[lonelyheartedheathens]

@formerchcmp liked for a Valentine’s Day Starter

The advantage to his career in streaming meant he worked from home, and working from home meant he could also work on getting everything perfect for when Dante got home for their Valentine’ Day date.  He wasn’t a master chef, but he could follow a recipe. He got them a nice meal made up, plus dessert. He made up the table all fancy with candles and nice cutlery, even a tablecloth. He had a bottle of champagne chilling, got himself all dolled up in a nice button down and slacks.  He’d been putting all the finishing touches in place when he heard the door open and he grinned brightly.  “Welcome home,” he said, coming out to greet his boyfriend. He came in close to press a sweet kiss to Dante’s lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”