officermorozov

[officermorozov]

It had been too long since Ransom had his powers. Long enough that having the collar off felt odd. He'd grown accustom to the weight on his neck and the silence in his head. It was back now the collar was removed. Every nerve felt immediately frayed from the clawing and scratching. The impulses in him gnawing at his self-righteous indignation pushing him to give into those things that were at his core.

He'd been called up front with the lack of staff to deal with something petty between neighbors. It should have been a simple dispute to resolve, yet there he stood watching the two villagers fight in the station. The smug smirk crossed his lips as their yells echoed in the near empty building. Unchecked and half aware of his own wrath magic influencing the situation the black dragon fed deeply and freely off the escalating anger between the two. The yelling turned to blows and still he made no move to stop it, watching, enthralled in his own personal puppet show. So much so he'd not heard anyone else enter.

@krovscastlestarters

#krovscastlestarters #open to all #unchecked wrath demon

[officermorozov]

"Fuck you." Ransom growled back to the mock praise taking it for what it was. Bait at the wrath that was there regardless of his collar being on or off, just now he couldn't feed on it.

He soon found himself pinned to the wall, which wasn't wholly unwelcome. He was tired of looking at the ghoul, though his body was eager for what was to come. And no he'd not been fucked before. His nails dug at the wall as the ghoul pushed into him. The sensations were not what he expected, but the spell making it enjoyable even though he hated the other with all of his being.

"Not your fucking dog, De Luca." He ground out trying to relax around the intrusion still holding tight to the wall. In all honesty he liked having the collar on. It made it easier to control himself. He didn't have to think about it all the time. His powers were negated. It wasn't a fight every waking moment of his life. He was still angry but it was manageable. He was manageable.

"Isn't this what you want." Ransom pushed back against the other. "Have your fun why you can."

"Good boy," Raphael repeated the praise in a smug sneer, the smirk on his lips matching well with his tone. He released Ransom by the throat then for only a moment, shredding away any last remaining layers between the two of them. He dragged his fingers down the dragons fine and fit form, hunger evident in his dark eyes and growling low in his throat as he couldn't wait to claim his prize here and now. Well, not fully claim him, but that day would surely come sooner than later.

The ghoul stepped back so he could force Ransom off the wall and back against it face first, hand back to grasping him by the neck to hold him fast. He spat into the palm of his free hand and wet his cock with it before lining his erection up between those globes and pushing past that tight ring of muscle Raph doubted had ever been used like this before. "You're so fucking tight," he murmured hotly against the younger's ear and punctuating the statement with a sharp bite to the shell. "If you keep being a good boy for me, maybe I'll consider talking to the council about this collar, Morozov."

#nottheangel-raphael #spring mischief 2024 #hate fuck

[officermorozov]

Ransom drank in the familiar flavor of the older demon doing nothing to stop him from stripping down and then shifting his own shorts down, while Ransom lifted the other. He didn't need any supernatural strength to do it. It did make things easier, but he was used to hiding his power and what he was. Even when he didn't have to it was still a habit.

With the legs around his waist he broke their crashing lips. "Finn." He said roughly, breath catching as his hips shifted. The head of his cock pressed at the other's entrance, but stopped. He had no lubricant and there was a part of his brain that understood that was a problem. It took him a few ticks to figure something out before he used a mix of saliva and precum before he repositioned his cock once more.

He didn't hesitate a second time and pushed in knowing Finn was ready and willing as he was.

The bank's restroom hadn't been his first idea to go but they were apparently past that point of relocating a second time. Finn didn't dare even ask considering how urgent and aggressive Ransom was to get his pants off. Dilated pupils, scent of risen pheromone levels akin to heat, Finn caught all of those details up close and personal. The cop absolutely had to be under the influence of some spell spiking his libido cause otherwise he seemed coherent. Damn if those eyes didn't have the older demon ready to melt into the floor.

"Right there," he murmured, shoving his pants and underwear out of Ransom's way. He grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him down to his level for another kiss that quickly grew as hot as the ice dragon's skin currently. Finn's hands smoothed down Ransom's sides, fingertips drinking in every pane and curve of muscle all the way down to where his shorts where and swiftly worked them off those unfairly defined hips. Shit, who was fucking built like this? So not fair.

#familiar-finn #poor decisions #spring mischief 2024 #flesh

[officermorozov]

#snap dragon #Officer Morozov #jake gyllenhaal #Detective loki

[officermorozov]

Ransom couldn't help but smirk at the weak protest that was so half-hearted he doubted the doctor actually meant it to any degree. Even if he did it was overshadowed by the way the other clung to him, whimpered, and moaned. The heat laden dragon stood no chance unable to hold out any longer filling the body beneath him with his seed fucking in every bit he could. The feeling far more intense than he expected both from heat and just how long it had been since he had sex. So long it took him a full dazed minute to realize what he'd done knowing he'd purposefully come to see the doctor for suppressants not to fuck him into his desk.

The kresnik was about to respond to the other, to insist that he was not a princess but the words didn't come out. The only thing that came out was a loud moan as a result of Ransom's thrust. "Fuck you." he whimpered and clung onto the bigger man's body as his desk rocked with each thrust. Unable to hold back his slutty moans as he was fucked in his office.

#doctorflorian #heat week jan 2024

[officermorozov]

Ransom was more than ready to tear into the familiar until he brought up a valid point. He wasn't as resistant to the cold, not like he used to be. Privacy would probably be good considering his title, but wasn't the primary reason for the shift in location. He peered around and gripped the demon by the wrist pulling him with him. Finn wasn't going to get away from him now and fuck if he cared about the bike or the accident he was just in.

Next to the park was the bank and Ransom moved them into it, knowing the layout well. He took them to a bathroom and shoved Finn into a stall shutting the door behind him before pinning the familiar against it and locking the door.

"Now, where were we?" The dragon surprisingly coy as it was his own pure strength that tore open the fastenings on Finns pants, nothing but heat in the ice dragons blue eyes.

"Morozov––" Finn's breath hitched in his throat and his eyes grew wide, focused intently on those lips drawing closer and closer to his own. He probably should've stopped this before it began but fuck if he didn't melt a little. He could hear Shade already with the harsh yet well-deserved judgment in his head but he pushed those thoughts away for now. Damn it, he was so fucking weak. He grabbed a handful of dark hair as he leaned into the kiss now, lingering for a few moments before pulling back. "Think, erm, think you'll be fine, yeah," he said quietly. Was this really happening? Seemed like it was. "Might... Might want to go somewhere more private though? Get out of the cold before it gets any worse?"

#familiar-finn #spring mischief 2024 #flesh

[officermorozov]

Ransom grabbed Raphael's wrist by instinct when his hand came around his neck. He didn't have any trust for the ghoul and rightfully so considering everything he'd done to him. There was no other reply to the words than a low rumbling growl. It wasn't like Ransom really had a choice in the matter. If Raphael wanted something, in the end they both knew who was more powerful when it came down to it. Especially in their current position where Ransom had none of his weapons on him to at least sort of equal the playing field and with his collar on he had no intention of winning any fight. He'd not gone in there looking for a fight exactly. He was still struggling to wrap his head exactly around what the fuck he was doing. He still hated Raph, that much was true, but just that much was true.

Normally Raphael would be miffed about one of his favorite shirts being torn like that but how could he complain when he had Ransom right where he wanted his soon-to-be pet? He'd have to thank the magic consultants for whatever fine work they'd created with this batch of spells causing this in the dragon this year. He returned the kiss with equal fervor, panting and groaning into Ransom's mouth while he tore away at the other's clothing to get them off as quickly as possible. "There's a good boy," he murmured, biting the other man's bottom lip roughly. He grabbed Ransom by the throat right under his jaw as he pulled back just an inch or two so he could add, "Don't think you're getting on top this time, Morozov."

#nottheangel-raphael #spring mischief 2024 #hate sex

[officermorozov]

"I think you might be." Ransom smirked against the other's lips as he thrust into the smaller body beneath him. "Isn't that the lore." His lips traced down Florian's jaw so the next words were said against his ear. "Dragons and princesses. Stuck in a castle." The desk nearly rocking with each pump of his hips.

"I like looking professional when I'm working. I can't really work wearing only my coat now, can I?" he asked with a small chuckle and his cheeks turned tomato red when he was called princess. "I am NOT a princess." he insists with red cheeks but he didn't continue to press the nickname when the bigger man inserted himself between his thighs.

"A dragon? Nope. It's been a few hundred years." Florian didn't really remember the exact date or even the dragon which just showed that it was a long time ago. His words caught in his throat when he felt Ransom's fingers thread into his hair and give the strands a tug, forcing the doctor to bare his neck for the dragon along with the other sliding himself into the kresnik. "Fuck." the lithe male whined and his hands came up to find the others back, which he clinged desperately onto. Florian was grateful that Ransom let him adjust before he picked up the pace since it had been awhile. "Ransom" he moaned into the others mouth

#doctorflorian #heat week 2024

[officermorozov]

JAKE GYLLENHAAL Road House (2024) dir. Doug Liman

#snap dragon #Officer morozov #jake gyllenhaal #road house #This thirst trap

[officermorozov]

Ransom got everything he needed from the familiar as he watched him fidget and squirm under his gaze and at his closeness. It was obvious just how desperate he was not to touch him so Ransom initiated it brushing his hand over FInn's cheek that slid down until it gripped the demon by the back of the neck, his thumb pushed under his chin to keep the blue eyes meeting his own similar hue.

"Little warm, don't think it's serious." Ransom's voice dropped an octave as he pulled the smaller body against his own leaning his head down tilting it so their lips brushed with the next. "What do you think?"

Finn didn't immediately hear the question, hyper-focused on whatever hypnotic bullshit he was pulling with biting his bottom lip like that. He could feel the heat radiating off of the other's skin with how close he fucking was and god why was he so close? God damn he wanted to ride this man so hard, this wasn't fair. Was Ransom aware of this or was it... it had to be Spring Mischief. Had to be. The familiar sucked in a sharp breath and held it, counting to ten and folding his hands behind his back to keep them busy from touching those fucking abs. He exhaled slowly. "Erm, I guess not. Are you..." He cleared his throat, meeting the dragon's gaze again. "Are you feelin' alright, Morozov?"

#spring mischief 2024 #familiar-finn #flesh #this mfer is out of control

[officermorozov]

"Ransom." Because he wanted to hear the other call his name and the last got a smirk out of him. "That important to you." There was the urge to rip them, but he didn't have his powers anyway and it would take a lot more energy so he lifted the other's leg and removed a shoe then the other and slid off the trousers. "That better, princess?" He confirmed though didn't await a response as he redeposited himself between the lithe thighs.

"Hope you've been with a dragon recently." His words rough as was his grip on the other's hips as he positioned himself. Even without his powers that didn't tame his instincts in the desire to breed and the tendency to be a bit rougher with his partners than other species. He didn't wait for Florian to give any answer because it didn't really matter at that point. The dragon pushed himself into the kresnik threading his fingers into the dark strands of hair using it to pull the doctors head back and expose his neck that he licked up as he pushed in to the base. His teeth set into the other's neck as he shifted out and back in slowly at first letting the other get accustom to him and then picked up pace. Eventually his teeth eased on the other's neck and he moved to take the lips with is own again.

Florian could have fought back and resisted the other, they both knew it but Florian was playing along. Mostly in part because the kresnik was turned on by how things were going so far and he didn't want it to stop. "No sir." He managed to squeak out as he stared up at the bigger man.

The doctor let out a low moan when he felt his pants being removed and hissed at the coldness that hit his lower half when it was exposed. "I don't want that either." he agrees and bites his bottom lip. "Careful with the pants, I like that pair." he mumbled.

#heat week jan 2024 #doctorflorian

[officermorozov]

Ransom wasn't really listening to Finn, just watching his movements. The more than obvious way he took all of Ransom in. It wasn't heat, but the feelings in the normally stand offish ice dragon were the same as he stepped into the familiar's space. Usually he paid attention to a lot more. It was his job after all. It was Finn though and the despite being a demon, he was mostly harmless save for to himself, meaning Ransom hadn't heard most of what he said. All he was focused on was the fact the other was up and fine and functional. Nothing was hurt, he wasn't in crisis.

"I'm not." He confirmed when Finn pointed out the obvious that he wasn't in uniform. Technically he was working, but that wasn't relevant to this conversation or so Ransom decided. "You have somewhere to be?" He asked and was nearly in the other's personal space at that point. His tongue slowly rolling over his own bottom lip drawing it in his mouth eyeing the shorter male as his teeth bit onto it recalling well what that body felt like beneath his own. "Driving that fast." He added like that was the issue at hand.

And fuck, exactly the person he didn't want to see that did indeed see Finn. He could've moved the bike himself, easily too, he just needed that moment to hate himself a little bit for his weakness. And Ransom standing over him, veins popping, muscles rippling, and exposed torso sparkling in the sunlight like Edward Cullen in Twilight did nothing to help his sense of restraint and rational thinking.

"I'm havin' a picnic," he said deadpanned. "What're you doin'?" Finn quickly averted his gaze as he pushed himself up off the ground and brushed himself off, trying his hardest –– and failing –– to avoid looking disrespectfully at the dragon and maintaining eye contact. "I'm fine. Just fuckin' grand. Thought it was a nice day for a ride and seem to have had a spot of bad luck. Erm, thank you for helpin'. And checkin'. How... How're you doin'? I see you're, erm..." He swallowed thickly, bright eyes once again drawing deliberately down Ransom's sweaty, muscled body and running right back up to his eyes again. "See you're not workin' right now."

#spring mischief 2024 #familiar-finn #flesh

[officermorozov]

Ransom found his back to the wall and Raph pinning him as that less than satisfactory explanation given. The other was close as the dragon glared, his powers still locked inside him as he teeth clenched in complex frustration. His hands gripped tightly onto Raph's shirt when his lips pressed against his own. The urge to thrust the other away was just as strong as the one to pull him in close and it all came to a head in tearing the button down open while he deepened the kiss. In his head he knew he hated the ghoul as much as he ever did, but all that seemed to do is fuel his desire for the other all the more and whatever kind of fucked up magic was affecting him it was too powerful for even him to fight. His hands moved down to the others pants making quick work of them getting to what was really important. Ransom's rough hand taking hold of the ghoul.

"You know exactly what it means," Raphael spoke slowly, trying to maintain his concentration with Ransom's wandering hands. The spell Mason so kindly hit him with augmented sensitivity to physical touch, every contact lighting fires of sexual arousal and need. Seemed Ransom had a similar spell that drew him to the ghoul he claimed to hate so much. His eyes fluttered closed with a soft noise of approval to the lips on his neck, allowing the dragon that moment of control. He then pushed Ransom back and switched their positions, the dragon now against the wall with Raph pinning him there, barely any space between them. The ghoul's dark eyes burned with arrogance and desire, sure that this had to be a spell yet convinced it was all Ransom's subconscious the magic brought to the surface. "It means you should stop thinking and just let what you've been wanting for so long to happen here," he murmured, not letting the other respond before capturing his lips in a kiss.

#spring mischief 2024 #nottheangel-raphael #hate fuck #nope this #this is the absolute fucking worst

[officermorozov]

Ransom heard the commotion, how the hell could he not. Even across the park he saw the trees rattle and a bike blow by and then the body come to rest near a bush. He'd not seen everything, but had an idea who it was. Who it always was when there was a motorbike crash. Picking up his pace he moved over to the body expecting to find someone else, it wasn't Dempsey.

"Winchester?" Ransom questioned not as irritated as he should have been considering the state of the other. More surprised it wasn't the cambion notorious for this kind of thing. He saw the metal pinning the other down and actually had to use more effort than he should have to get it off. It wasn't like Finn was human or had his power negated. Well Ransom didn't think he did considering he took that wreck as well as he did. Once he moved the metal he stood back up and looked down at the other.

"You okay? The hell are you doing?" He asked to the familiar who was finally uncovering his face. No Ransom hadn't put on a shirt and he was much sweater than he had been having sprinted over and lifted the heavy scrap metal off the other.

Spring Mischief was winding down, the two weeks of chaos and mayhem 24 hours away from being over. Finn hold himself up in the town house the last couple days and was fortunate enough to no longer be under the influence of any enchantments or hexes. A normal Sunday meant chores and errands, which he set out on. Since it wasn't brutally, bone-chilling cold any more the familiar took his bike out about town instead of teleporting directly to his desired location. He drove the speed limit, sure that Morozov would be out and about working as usual, and last thing he needed was Bradbury up his fucking ass about a ticket for going at least 30 over the speed limit.

So there he sat at a red light, jamming along to his "white girl" pop music and drumming his hands on the fuel tank and singing along to Dua Lipa while he waited for the light to change. This light often took a minute to change so Finn's unfocused ass soon found something to focus on in the park right off the road.

It was Morozov and not in a cruiser in his uniform on the road. No, he was running and sweaty and shirtless. Suddenly Finn's hands stopped, the catchy beat and traffic forgotten in favor of observing every square inch of this man he should be leaving alone in motion. the way his biceps flexed, his pecs bounced, the beads of sweat accentuating every sharp curve and pane of abdominal muscle, the back muscles, the fine ass... holy fuck. How long did it take a fucking red light to change?

A couple of loud honks jerked Finn out of his stupor and the familiar sat up straight on his bike and shut his mouth, unaware he'd apparently bent over to follow the escaping view for as long as he could. Shit. Did Ransom see him? Fuck. Not good, not good. Don't look like a creep.

So his immediate reaction was to shoot off like a speeding bullet through the now-green light and convince himself he was safe. He was not. Some asshole in a Subaru decided then to merge into traffic, cutting Speed Racer Finn off who chose to swerve to avoid a collision. Ultimately it ended with him losing control of his bike, veering off the road into the park, driving through a bush, and crash-landing with a hunk of scraped up metal pinning him to the ground on his one leg. He took his helmet off and laid there for a moment, one hand over his eyes as he questioned his life choices then and there. Nothing in his body felt broken except for his pride. "Fuckin' Christ, what a shit show."

#spring mischief 2024 #familiar-finn #Ransom: Flesh #poor decisions indeed

[officermorozov]

" It takes a lot to get me angry, but when I am...

I just can't let go. "

Jake Gyllenhaal & Conor McGregor as DALTON & KNOX in ROAD HOUSE (2024).

#snap dragon #Officer morozov #jake gyllenhaal #conor mcgregor #road house #This movie is a thirst trap

[officermorozov]

Ransom never liked spring for a lot of reasons, even less so now with his powers still on lock with the collar the council deemed he needed to keep on for an undetermined amount of time. The thing was getting burdensome as much as the spells others felt like casting for some pointless reason. All they did was make his job harder and it was hard enough. Frustrated with everything he decided to do what he could since sitting behind a desk or behind the wheel was going to do anything.

Changing out of his uniform he decided to go on a run, a long run. He'd already gone ten miles and was still feeling no relief from the flesh spell affecting him currently. Logically he thought he could exhaust himself and whatever it was that was driving the desire in him, but there was nothing logical bout anything that happened in the place. Still he ran, sweat pouring off him, enough so his shirt was wet and rubbing against him, which wasn't helping the situation considering how sensitive his skin was. He paused to pull it off putting it in his back pocket. The cold affected him more so with is powers subdued, but he was hot enough from running and the need to throw someone on the ground it wasn't enough to phase him as he started up at the unrelenting pace ready to do another ten miles. Hell he was ready to do whatever it took not to make another stupid mistake if he could help it.

@familiar-finn

#familiar-finn #spring mischief 2024 #Flesh

[officermorozov]

"Glad we're on the same page." Ransom did not give a shit what happened to Merek. Hopefully the worst, maybe Kaden would see him for what he was, but then again he wasn't the surest about Kaden's judgement considering who he gave his time to. "Do us both a favor. Keep to where you belong. At the castle." That was a threat. Would Ransom harass Merek out of a petty dislike for the man. Yes, yes he would.

Merek didn't at all care for someone having the nerve to suggest he didn't care about Kaden, particularly when that person happened to be his boyfriend's boss. Given that he and Ransom clearly didn't care much for each other, the man's opinion really shouldn't have mattered to him at all, but he knew Kaden and the chief of police were friends. He took a breath, though, forcing himself to step back before he said something he regretted. Ransom had already done stupid shit like going after councilmen, he'd obviously have no issue doing something to Merek if they really got into it.

"Believe me, Ransom, I couldn't care less what happens to you here. You end up a slave or dead because of your shit, that's on you. Kind of think you'd deserve it." He wasn't going to have a hand in any of it, though, like potentially making things worse by asking him to go and check on Kaden. The older man's eyes narrowed for a second at the dragon. That vaguely felt like a threat, but he decided not to react to it. Instead, the pyromancer rolled his eyes and moved to walk back out of the police station. "Whatever you say, Ransom."

#merekhopper #Yes he did just did say get off my lawn in a round about way LOL