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                 LISTEN, LISTEN, LISTEN. ❝ Motorcycle sex. ❞

[xstrange]

@hellsfire​  whispered  —

The  noise  it  makes  is  far  from  human.  A  deep  rumble  echoing  from  hollow  ribcage.  It's  maw  parts,  exhaling  a  thin  stream  of  black  smoke,  before  the  flames  surrounding  skull  die  to  nothing.  Leaving  charred  bone  behind.  It  lowers  it's  head,  unnaturally  warm  skull  pressing  to  the  sorcerers  throat.  Maw  parts  again,  only  this  time,  a  tongue  formed  of  hellfire  flicks  out,  dragging  along  the  length  of  his  throat.  The  flames  hot,  but  leave  flesh  unmarred.

there   was   a   time   when   such   a   sight   before   him   would   cause   a   tremor   of   worry   to   wrack   his   frame,      the   usually   steadfast   sorcerer   supreme   buckling   under   the   pressure   that   the   GHOST   RIDER   wielded   with   his   unfounded   hatred.      

that   time   has   long   since   past,      though   there   is   still   evident   hesitation   in   stephen's   expression   when   the   flame   covered   skull   leans   forth      —      his   head   tilting   back   mindlessly   in   effort   to   give   the   other   man   better   space.      his   adam's   apple   bobs   with   a   quiet   swallow   of   his   nerves,      eyes   closing   with   a   soft   exhale   when   he   felt   the   pressure   of   a   soft   tongue.      

the   flame   did   not   hurt   as   it   should   have   promised,      and   stephen   found   himself   entirely   overwhelmed   by   how   utterly   easy   it   would   be   for   johnny   to   simply   RUIN   HIM.      mismatched   eyes   slide   close   as   a   gentle   shudder   runs   over   his   features   once   more,      the   sorcerer   hesitating   only   briefly   before   slowly   snaking   shaken   hands   up   the   other   man's   back,      scarred   flesh   meeting   welcomed   warmth   as   he   gripped   onto   the   shoulders   of   his   black   leather   jacket.

[xstrange]

"  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “ cant remember if i've already sent this but !

"      i   would   be   a   fool   to   say   anything   other   than   smash,      the   thought   of   our..      abilities   being   utilized,      is   not   lost   on   me.      "

[unexceptional-broken]

          SEND “ KISS OR MISS “ FOR MY MUSE’S HONEST ANSWER « @hellsfire​

               “I DON’T KNOW if that sorta situation would ever come up. I’ve met Johnny once or twice, sure, but he never really struck me as the type who’d have me for a type.” A small shrug, however, followed a slight nod. “If it came up, sure. Can’t say he isn’t handsome.” 

[at-kuipher]

“   𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒   ”  ( thor ).       @hellsfire.

he  takes  a  moment  to  observe  the  other,    head  tilted  sideways  as  he  debates.      a  deep  breath  in,       a  pause,     before  he  talks.      “   pass.   ”

[edgebled]

2. for our muses to go another round in the morning ( this is your fault )  //  @hellsfire​​  // with tony stark. 

          the aches from the night before could still be felt, a deep kind of burning in his very bones that tony knows will linger all day-- maybe longer. but it does nothing to sate the other kind of burning in him. the need for more. the sun barely even up yet, a faint orange glow about the room only just creeping in, and it only makes tony want this more. 

          he knows he’ll have to leave soon enough. the real world calling him back, busy as ever like it always is for him. 

          but for now, he can have this. wicked grin curves upon lips as he moves, slow and lazy at first, grinding down against johnny. low groan drawn out of him as his head tips back. the hands that find his hips ground him, pulling his attention back down and he meets familiar eyes with that little smirk once more-- moves harder in turn. 

          when his voice comes, it’s breathy, deep with sleep still, but clear. 

                   “think i’m-- fuck, there-- fuck, i think i’m gonna get hooked on this.”