Drifting Past the Fog

Alice Abraxia Indie 18+ Multi-Fandom RP

[feverish-desires]

Davon followed her explanation as best he could; he'd heard tales of other worlds, mostly demonic realms, but she hardly had the look of a demon about her. He was wary, though. He knew well that dangerous things often came in pretty packages. "Alice... from America." He repeated, nodding as she went on. "I assure you, we do have running water." He raised a brow at her, he hadn't followed all of her ramblings, but that seemed important to her.

"If you swear that you will not use the contents to harm myself or any of the other inhabitants here, then yes." He hadn't seen a way for her belongings to be harmful, but Davon was wise enough to know there was a great deal that he didn't know.

[bleed-through-spaces]

"I am only a threat to those who are a threat to me. You have shown no sign of intentions to harm me. Know this though...if we become friends, I will use what's in that bag to fight beside you in times of danger."

In other words, she was a bad person to piss off, and a good person to have on your side.

"And you say you have running water. You wouldn't happen to have baths or showers would you? Because it's been a while since I've been able to bathe and I know I must reek."

[menofmarvelx]

Peter did not hesitate. He quickly sat in front of her, her words successfully pulling him in and convincing him to do as she said. What man wouldn't? She was that good. His gaze fell on her, studying her beautiful features as she spoke to him. Perhaps her question should have given him pause but in the context of what was happening in that room, Peter fell too easily into her command. Of course he would tell her, but how far would he go?

"Well, uh... You know, I'm in college. Plenty of beautiful young women and I'm not too hopeless despite what you might think." Meaning he's had sex. Perhaps it was difficult to get the word out but she felt like she was an entirely different level. "So... Yeah. I've fucked."

[bleed-through-spaces]

"I don't think you're hopeless Peter. I think you're the type that wants a deep connection and not a simple one night stand."

Her fingers gently caress his scalp now that he's sitting on front of her. She loves his hair. The thickness of it. The softness. She loves how it moves through her fingers.

"Peter, I'm looking for a reason to stay."

It's her first time being truly honest with any of the team.

"I've been running for so long. Looking for home. I know I can never go back to where I came from. The way is forever closed to me. But I can stop running if I'm given a reason."

She kissed the tip of his nose now.

"I think you could be that reason. I adore you. But the fact remains...I'm a decade older than you."

[justpurebliss-deactivated202602]

open to: anyone (f if romantic) 18+ only muse: Klaus Mikaelson from The Vampire Diaries

"Breaking into a hybrid's house was not very wise of you ─ now what is it that you want??"

[bleed-through-spaces]

"I would very much like to not get blown away in the coming hurricane. This looked like the most stable place at the moment."

A sudden gust of wind shook the home. She shuddered and moved closer to him. Less afraid of the man than the weather.

"May I please stay here. Just until the storm passes?"

[feverish-desires]

open to: f, nb muse: Davon D'Agincourt, cursed lord, medieval fantasy setting plot: your muse is from the modern day, but somehow encountered a relic, temple or other means that has spontaneously transported them to a strange land where dragons roam freely and people live in castles! Davon found your muse lying unconscious out in the world and brought them back to his castle, intrigued by their strange clothes and belongings.

"You're in no danger here, I assure you." Davon lingered near the door, keeping his distance in case this strange individual had something more nefarious than the bedside candlestick up their sleeve. He'd checked them for weapons, but their belongings had been... strange. He'd already hidden the mysterious slate that lit up when touched, in case it was some kind of magic weapon, but he was itching to ask just what exactly it was. "You were unconscious when I found you on the outskirts of my land... strange, to come so far without a horse, and dressed so...." he looked them up and down, having left them in the strange garments he'd found them in, unable to come up with words. "I'd like to know where exactly you're from."

[bleed-through-spaces]

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

She sighed softly and set the candle stick down before looking for her bag. She didn't see it. Not that he would be able to get her stash out of it anyway. Her 'Bag of Holding' was enchanted to keep more than it was sized for. She had food and weapons in it. But they would be able to see her lipstick, her phone, and her simple switchblade knife.

What she was dressed in, was a tight pair of jeans that were low rise, and a tight fitting t-shirt that showed off her beautiful breasts. She also had a leather jacket.

"We'll start with my name. I'm Alice. And I...have this ability to travel from one world to another. Other's call it 'bleeding through spaces'. Where I'm from is a place called America. But it's been so long since I've been home that...I doubt I'll ever be able to return. Judging by the room being heated only by that fireplace, I'd say I'm in a world less advanced in science than my own. It's fine. It happens. I'm used to it. Lack of indoor plumbing sucks."

She shrugged.

"Can I have my bag back?"

[menofmarvelx]

At first, her words did not really register with him. Of course she would make fun of his young age, although he was not that young. But of course he was nervous. She was really hot and he was just... Him. But as she points out, he had forgotten about one crucial fact which immediately made him blush. Oh fuck. Okay, Peter. What do you say now? "... I mean, I suppose anything is possible?" Peter cursed himself in his head, wondering if that was too bold or too cocky. Simultaneously, he knew it was the truth. He was not exactly lying. Then she dropped an actual bomb on him.

"Really? I mean, I didn't say I was a virgin, I was just... How would I, uh... Play my cards right?"

[bleed-through-spaces]

"Well...I like my boys to be obedient. If you do what I say...then I'll let you cum inside me."

She spread her legs a bit and patted the spot between them.

"Come sit in front of me, Peter. Be a good boy and do everything I tell you."

Gods, she wanted him. Wanted to feel his strength. Wanted to feel him take pleasure from her body.

"I want you to start by telling me the sort of things you've done before."

[menofmarvelx]

-> open for: f. -> muse: peter parker, spider-man.

"Listen, I didn't know they would get us one room instead of the... Whatever room you wanted. But you don't seem to be, uh... Bothered by it?"

Peter Parker had not exactly expected himself to be sharing a room with anyone. He was usually the youngest in the team so he supposed he should not be surprised, but really? Was this some sort of set-up? In any case, it's not like he would really complain about sharing a room with a beautiful woman.

But it's not like anything would happen like in his fantasies. Right?

[bleed-through-spaces]

"You're so cute that it's hard to remember that you're still so young. Peter...I don't care that we're sharing a room. In fact, it's kind of adorable that you're so nervous to be sharing a room with a beautiful woman."

She offered him a small smile.

"You know I can read surface thoughts right? Especially when they're about me. Those fantasies of yours...did you ever think they could become reality?"

She sat down, watching him.

"Because if you play your cards right...you may walk out of this room no longer a virgin."

[scarecrowsofthecornfield]

"My, my, such an impatient thing you are, for a woman who remained hidden from us for years." His words were near taunting, for did she truly think he believed her? He only relented in in the form of easing two fingers inside her. Spreading them, spreading her at first, before beginning to pump them inside her.

His connection to the farmer was bound to his soul. Once he passed, Marcus would feel it. Yet the suffering of the farmer? That, Marcus was completely unaware of.

For now, his entire attention was on Alice. Seeing just much he could torture her before he broke. Leaning forward, he moved to her ear, that tongue of his outright licking the shell of it before whispering,

"As much as I like hearing you beg for me, and I assure you darling, I do, you must be patient."

He continued to pump his fingers inside her randomly spreading them, adjusting the angle so he'd hit different bundles of nerves inside her. All while his other hand, had gone to grip her thigh.

So close to her, he watched her every reaction. Every breath she took he could hear, feel, every gasp or intake. The way her body moved against his, the way she shivered in pleasure under him. All so very, intoxicating.

He grunted. The only giveaway his willpower was not as strong as it seemed, yet he continued to tease her.

"You'll get it when I decide you deserve it, darling." He told her, right as he began to quicken the pace of his fingers inside her.

[bleed-through-spaces]

Alice whimpered, biting into the back of her wrist to try and keep some of her sounds from being so loud. Her head fell to the side, hair splayed out behind her as she rode his fingers.

"Mar...cus..."

Her body fluttered around those fingers. The teasing. And the slowly building release.

Then his fingers started moving faster inside of her. She gasped loudly as her body arched, breasts heaving as she rode those fingers faster.

Then, like a rubber band snapping, she cried out as she released around his fingers, her juices soaking through the cloth of his fingers.

"Marcus!"

Her core tightened around his fingers as her body spasmmed.

She whimpered as she slowly came down, legs spread open as her juices glistened on her thighs.

"Y...Yours..."

[hornydemonrp]

an open starter for femme-presenting characters, featuring Isaac!

the plot: your character has been the faithful child of a preacher their whole life, obedient and good. Now, whether through frustration or rebellion or desire, they want sex. So they turn to their trusted friend, Isaac...

Note: they can be older than Isaac! They don't have to be around his age.

"I'm... flattered, of course," Isaac assured them. "And, if I'm hesitant, it's not out of a lack of desire." Unable to stop himself, his eyes underscored the point by looking them up and down. "It's just..." He adjusted his glasses on his face. "Wouldn't you want someone more experienced? Who... really knew what they were doing? I wouldn't want to be the reason this... didn't work... for you..."

[bleed-through-spaces]

Alice had always been the perfect daughter. She had always followed the rules. Now her father wanted her to marry a man she did not love. She had always desired Isaac though. It was why she had initially sparked their friendship. Her first little rebellion.

But now?

Now she stood naked before him. Her breasts were heavy and warm. He cunt wet and wanting.

She did not want to follow the rules any longer.

Moving closer, she took Isaac's hands.

She brought one to her left breast, and brought the other between her legs so that he could feel how wet she was.

"I've always wanted you, Isaac. We can learn together."

[bleed-through-spaces]

Christmas?

It was Christmas.

How had that escaped her?

Traveling from one world to another, sometimes she was unaware of the time of year. Or if such things were even celebrated.

But as she walked through the town...she could see the decorations.

And the cold air froze her to the bone. Threadbare clothes...she had been traveling so long. She had no money. No food.

Would she freeze to death in this world.

Bumping into someone, she blushed.

"I, am so sorry."

[scarecrowsofthecornfield]

Even over her, even as he held her down, feeling her soft flesh underneath the rough rags that made him, he seemed to consider her words. A cute statement, yet for him, the meaning of belonging was more powerful then she knew.

In a sense, even he knew she was right. Just as well as he knew how terribly wrong she was. Both of them, belonged to the farmer. His claim on them was different, of course, but the same in the end. Now, just right now, was theft. He was taking something of his master's, something precious, something lost and adored, and claiming her, tainting her forever just for this one night.

A hand dipped between her legs, as for the first time he returned her kiss. His lips, just as the rest of him, were rough burlap, and the creature wasn't gentle. Pressing his lips against hers, he was only mindful of the teeth not breaking her skin as the wet half corn husk half sewn fabric that passed for his tongue traced her button lip.

His fingers teased. Moving to pass through any hair to cup her sex.

"You're wet already." He told her, voice a clearly delighted purr, "All it took was that chase? Or are you just that desperate?"

A finger slipped between the folds of her pussy. Not yet inside her, he moved the finger along her slit, making a repeated motion right before he found her slit. He seemed surprisingly mindful, for he added pressure, he began to tease and circle the nub, while he continued to kiss her.

Clearly, he had mated before. His duties aside, this was far from his first time.

He was simply playing with her, for now. He wished to get her worked up, before enjoying the rest. If he was to steal one night, he wanted to make the most of it. So even if it pained him, and his cock twitched against her hand, he'd take his time with her.

[bleed-through-spaces]

Alice did not expect the teasing. Her back arched even as they kissed, moaning against his lips as he pleasured her with his fingers. Her thighs quivered as they spread wider for him, panting softly.

She was unaware that in the farm house, her father had woken with a terrible pain in his chest. Short of breath.

She grew wetter for her Marcus, pulling from the kiss to breathe, and letting out a breathy moan as she rocked against his hand.

"Marcus..."

She couldn't help her whimpers.

"Both. Desperate...and the chase. I have wanted you as mine for so long. Have searched for my way home...to you...that you might become mine like this."

She gripped at his shoulders.

"Don't make me wait, my Marcus. Please...I need all of you."

[roughroadsx-deactivated20251212]

open to   ---   females

muse   ---   geralt of rivia  h.enry c.avill

connection  ---  up to you! age gaps welcome!

plot  ---  after being outnumbered from an ambush, the both of you hide and are huddled around a campfire at night. pretending to not be in love with each other.

“i saved you, and you’re not happy. would you have preferred i let them behead you instead?” he sits against the bark of a tree while the snowstorm persists, trying to resist the cold as much as he could while watching her keep herself warm from the fire. “take my cloak if it’s not enough.”

[bleed-through-spaces]

She's not from this world. She has traveled far and for a long time to get here. She longs to be lost to the fog...brought to another world. But it feels like the fog has abandoned her. Dropped her here. But she is not without her skills. She can fight. She can use magics that this world has never seen. Magics that defy it's laws.

She's working when Geralt distracts her.

"I could have taken care of it. Now we're stuck here waiting for our death."

But she won't let that happen.

She's been digging through her bag for something, and finally, she pulls it out.

Tossing it into the air...a small tent appears. It's tall enough for them to stand up to enter. But it's much larger on the inside. It's also enchanted to stay hidden.

"Well are you coming in?

A wave of her hand snuffs out the fire that has been burning, and leading him inside reveals a large bed as well as a stove that is heating the tent.

There is also a pot of stew bubbling away on top of said stove.

"You'll freeze outside."

[bratxprincexlestat]

;;I'm almost online, like this for a small starter based on a randomised Spotify song.

[bleed-through-spaces]

Since you are collecting my blogs. @2ndhalflife mun here!

[lovemourn]

open: f/m/nb 25+.

plot: your muse is a'ki's mate that he has come to shower gifts with after a successful hunt.

replies will be moved to a new post.

he was gone much longer than he intended to be. and while his foe had put up a good fight, he emerged the victor as always. with the creature's spine draped over his armored shoulder and its head on a spike to be displayed outside his hut, a'ki marches through camp towards where his new mate waits for his return. upon entering the domicile, he finds them over by the fireplace tending to the flames. "i have returned, mate," he announces with a sense of pride, the mask over his face making his voice slightly robotic. "and i give this to you." slipping off the spine from his shoulder, the hunter loops it around their waist and secures it like it were a belt. immediately, a sense of pride swells in his chest to see them draped in his trophies, and he observes them as they curiously inspect what it is he has bestowed upon them. "in our clan, the more trophies from a hunt that a mate wears, the more respected the hunter becomes." he reaches out a claw to lightly stroke at their cheek. "they will know that there is nothing i wouldn't do for you."

[bleed-through-spaces]

This was not what she had expected in life.

To be mated to someone from a different species. And yet...she is the mate to A'ki. She had seen things like him in movies before her journey had begun. Able to traverse worlds...realities...she had landed in the world with these beings.

And she thrived.

She had hunted xenomorphs. Their blood did not burn her skin, and the seemed utterly averse to her, avoiding her, not willing to use her for their offspring.

Then, she had killed several of A'ki's kind when they had tried to use her as prey. She had finally come to their compound. Taking the fight to them, bloodied and bruised and pissed right the fuck off.

And that was when she met him.

Naked.

He had been freaking naked! And she had made the quip about catching him with his pants down...and then realized that what was between his legs was compatible with what was between hers.

Which had made her blush. Because he had been quite large, even soft.

They had become close. Her blood was harvested as a weapon against the Xenomorphs. It was a poison to them.

An as they got closer...feelings formed.

And one night, she had taken him into her body. Let him breed her. Let him fill her with his seed.

It happened over and over, night after night.

Until they had undergone the ceremony that made them mates.

And even though they could not kiss...for he had no actual lips...that didn't mean they could not love.

She smiled as she adjusted the spine around her slender hips.

"It's lovely."

And then she shutters as a cold wind blows and comes in through the door of the hut.

"It's getting colder outside. I wonder how cold this planet gets in the winter."

[roleplaymemesforyou]

Send "COLLARED" for my muse's reaction to your muse putting a collar on them.

For the reverse send "What the?" and my muse will explain why they put a collar on your muse!

Be sure to specify muse for those that are multis!

[monarchyofdesires-deactivated20]

Open to: anyone 21+ || Muse: Professor of Psychology Sebastian Faulkner “Dr. Faulkner” at NYU, 28-40 years old || Age gaps OK || @indiestarter Plot: muse a is a librarian at a prestigious university and Sebastian Faulkner is the stoic professor that spends their days researching in the library until they have to be practically forced out at the end of the night until one night muse a decides to stay late too and finally ask Sebastian what they've been researching during all those long nights

Dr. Faulkner sat back in his chair, sighing as he removed his magnetizer glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose from having been reading small script for too many hours straight. “Dammit, I still can’t decipher this one bit,” he cursed to himself under his breath, unaware that the late night hours’ librarian could still hear him.

He leaned back toward the table he had the book open on, sliding his glasses back on to be able to better see the small, Old English font. “Ciphers…imagine what we’d know if we could decode all the secret documents that have been unearthed by archeologists,” he mumbled to himself, the book suspected to be about bisexuality, as it is now known, during the Renaissance Era in England under the Tudor monarchs.

Suddenly hearing someone stirring behind them, Sebastian swirled his chair around and removed then pocketed his magnifiers. “Can I help you?” he asked in a kind tone, despite having been interrupted by them, he doubted it was intentional. “Oh, yes, you’re the librarian who works the night shift, aren’t you?” he realized, offering a smile to them, “thanks for doing the less desirable job, I can’t imagine you enjoy this shift anymore than I do.”

[bleed-through-spaces]

"I'm a bit of a night owl anyway. Always have been. I'm Alice."

She wasn't going to admit that she was also a bit of inspiration for 'Alice in Wonderland'. She had told her story to the author. The ability to travel from worlds. Through time.

She had never been to a place like 'Wonderland' but what sights she had seen.

"You're Professor Faulkner right? What are you working on?"

She leaned over his shoulder, looking at the text and it's tiny print. Somehow she was able to read it.

"Oh..."

She had been there when it was written, and knew the cipher.

She wasn't about to tell him that though. He would think her crazy.

[alphabadass]

Her moan sent a shiver down his spine, lips shifting to find home in her exposed neck where he kissed and sucked at the soft skin.

"How is that even possible?"

He muttered against her skin, though his attention was elsewhere as he felt her walls hugging him so perfectly. Derek's cock throbbed inside of her as he moved painfully slow in and out of her, dragging the pleasure out as long as he could.

It was a strange feeling, like she was someone he knew forever and yet couldn't place her face.

A low groan left his lips as his teeth gazed the skin above her carotid.

[bleed-through-spaces]

Alice whimpered as his teeth grazed over her skin. She wanted him to bite her. To claim her. Something inside told her that if he did...some force would bind them. It was as if she had always known him. As if all this traveling had been to find him.

She closed her eyes.

She could see something...struggles...yes...but beyond that...light. She could see the two of them in the forest with light streaming through the leaves. But they were not alone. There were others with them.

A pack.

A family.

She didn't know him. Not truly. And yet...she wanted this with him.

"Derek..."

He was moving so slowly inside of her, that it was making her body quake.

"Please...."

[scarecrowsofthecornfield]

He let her have, all of ten seconds before moving after her. He knew this field well, he could feel every living creature on it. He felt every step anyone took on his land.

Of course, he knew exactly where she was. He stayed near her, but let her have the illusion she could outrun him. He moved in the cornstalks, only the sound of their slight rustling being heard behind her.

He would let her run for a small while. Just enough to get the thrill of it before he caught her. For certainly, he would. Perhaps he would have let the game last longer, if the little tease hadn't decided to strip before him.

Now she ran naked through his cornfield.

His cock twitched, the momentary mental distraction making his movements through the corn just a bit louder. Just a bit more noticeable. He huffed, eyes moving to her.

Pretty and naked. All his, once he caught her.

"Perhaps I should keep you here."

His voice seemed to come from the stalks themselves, rather then him. Even as she ran, he always sounded near her.

"Your father hasn't had you for years. He can stand to wait a few more nights."

There was a certain malice in his tone, a certain amount of selfishness regarding the farmer he never attempted to show. Just this once, he wanted something for himself.

He let her get a few more feet, now in the field itself rather then that ridiculous maze. He waited, making swift, easy movements that were barely audible among the swaying of the stalks.

His eyes found her again. Slowly took her in. Her only warning was a sound from his throat, that sounded suspiciously like an unnatural growl, before he pounced.

[bleed-through-spaces]

She turned just as he pounced. She landed on her back, the cloak spread out underneath her as he landed fully on her. Her chest was heaving as she looked up at him. Her beautiful scarecrow. Her Marcus.

She cupped his cheek, looking deeply into his eyes. Eyes that she had chosen from a local shop. Eyes just the color that she liked.

She licked his cheek gently before kissing his mouth.

"You've caught me, Marcus. You get to claim your prize."

Slowly, her legs spread for him, beckoning him. Her core is wet for him. Wet for need of him. She reaches between them, slowly stroking his cock. He's thick and long. Just what she needs.

She has had men before, yes. But all in preparation of this. Of her Marcus.

"I am yours, just as you are mine."