#poly ??

[etherealizzie]

two halves of a whole.

simon riley, a tattoo artist next door who’s gruff and almost always scoffs at the sight of you. you live in an apartment where his flat is right next to you. he reeks of smoke, he fuckin' stinks, and his stink eye is worse when you both walk out at the same time.

the elevator ride is always awkward and thankfully, his tattoo shop is right across the street.

and then his business partner, john mactavish, a piercer. living with simon. you rarely see him but when you do, he's got a cheeky fuckin' smile on his face and hickies littered on his neck. for a piercer, he's bare. absolutely no metal in his face.. and yet you never question him.

you're cordial, the scot is friendly, and seems to work alongside simon in the musty building across the street. you think that the way you’ve been handling encountering two hot men almost everyday, nothing has gone wrong so far.

until you find yourself at a piercing appointment.

one that leaves you shaken, in a good way! your legs quake at the thought and your head gets real floaty when johnny puts his hands on you and breeds you stupid in his shop.

and suddenly, being fucked on the piercer’s chair led to you at a tattoo appointment. you know you’re fucked (literally!).

it takes them a while to coordinate a time just cause they’re both busy but.. the moment you get both of them in the same room?

you’re right where you want to be.

you find yourself in between both men at some point, with your nipple piercings healed and a new second skin for the back tattoo you just got.. you really really want them both. at the same damn time. but they insist, they want you to rest up. that’s the least they could do for their favorite customer, yeah? they’ll fuck you stupid later.

[etherealizzie]

the freaks were at it again and i fear the b hive are just my muses

this is what inspired me to write this blurb btw -- tagging my goats @benjaboyisatwink @hatsbuckets @xenerical

and y'know, ghost should have known better. quite frankly, he should've brought a gun and potentially a grenade, considering where he was going.

in the dead of night in an abandoned hospital because his captain and sergeants were being goddamn freaks again. because his horndog sergeant wanted to fuck somewhere where he'd get his knickers soaked so fucking bad.

well, whatever johnny wanted, he'd get.

it didn't take long for simon to find where these goddamn freaks were fucking, not when the slapping of skin and the moans ricocheting throughout the abandoned medical ward. when he hesitantly opens a creaky and rusted door, he sees price fucking johnny's cunt and kyle deep in his captain.

and god, poltergeists and spirits be damned-- simon needed in. closing the door and watching johnny jolt under price, the scotsman looked at him with a greedy fucking look on his face.

small and greedy, that's all his sergeant is.

simon, ever the impatient man, shimmied his joggers down and getting on his knees in front of johnny. cock leaking and tip smacking on his sergeant's drooling lips.

"open up for me, won't you, johnny?"

and the warmth of johnny's throat, the moan that came out of ghost and the immediate grip on the sergeant's mohawk?

yeah, simon probably should've brought a gun just because the sight of his task force fucking each other senseless is all for him and no one else.

[etherealizzie]

all i can think of rn is poly141 taking the funniest fucking engagement photos?

price or simon always ends up carrying the others, johnny absolutely coordinates the poses and kyle takes care of the outfits.

garrick would be fuckin damned if his future husbands showed up looking uncoordinated, they can be funny all they want but they gotta look good doing it!!

the four make a really cute album of all the fucked up pictures— the bloopers are a frequent reason why price is laughing on their couch cause he’s once again, browsing. his favorite picture is the one where they’re all trying to climb on top of simon to mimic the leaning tower of piza:

simon finds himself staring at the one where they all look candidly in love. the one framed right by the entry table. made his stomach turn a little in the sense that it really didn’t feel real but.. it was nice. to find a home in not one but three people.

johnny keeps one in his wallet, the picture where all of them aren’t looking at each other and are just.. laughing. happy, full of smiles. johnny feels so damn lucky to have them in his life.

kyle actually makes a fuck ton of projects with the pictures, he’s the one who gets creative with making the frames, the scrapbooks and.. well, he has creative control over what their wedding invitations look like.