Pornography.
Click through for HQ with extra dirt and scruff and guyliner and unf.
The first few minutes of Mad Dogs 2 were utterly riveting, don’t you think? It’s the little things. The tiny, itty bitty things.
Click through for huge. Because I can.
Peter Carlisle/Tom Ronstadt
Peter is rather… eager. Tom finds this most amusing.
I like the twist of a Simm character being in control of Peter, for once. Very nice indeed.
Best Thing Since Cereal
For Jippers
The moment the pair of them are back, Baxter is slammed against the wall of that damned Spanish villa and snogged breathless until everything is a rush of hot, wet mouths, calloused hands and the cold press of gunmetal against his sunburned flesh
His glasses are quickly smudge and fog up, before they’re suddenly tugged off his face by his polo shirt as it’s yanked viciously over his head. He’ll hiss through his teeth, his too-tight flesh crying out at the abuse, but the sound will be devoured by Quinn’s tongue plunging into his own.
”Just shut up, Bax and get out of those fucking clothes.”
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - this is So. Bloody. Good.
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Only if the Doctor’s gagged. He doesn’t want to miss anything. “OH, HOW TO SHUT HIM UP.”…I wonder if he records the little Doctor sounds and uses them later for his own amusement.
He tapes everything.
Literally everything.
Even when the Doctor’s sleeping, the camera’s still running. He can feel that little red light staring at him. It makes it even harder to do what he’s supposed to. The rules say that whenever he’s granted a few hours rest, he’s to relinquish any and all defensive barriers and relax. The Master loves to wait until he’s far away and at ease in the safe confines of unconsciousness before he pushes inside his mind and permeates, bleeding into every single bit of space inside his head until it’s all… him. His colours, his smell, his essence.
