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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ : a selective, low activity, multi-everything, independent roleplay blog written by cay ( 30+. cet. she + her ). there will be dark, triggering and taboo content present on this blog. it will go untagged so proceed at your own risk. minors and personals do not interact. this is a hate and kink-shame free zone. ic does not equal ooc.
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this entire situation was honestly so stupid, plucked right out of the trashy books she claimed to not read but devoured when she was alone. who wouldn't pay big money to have their ex drop by in the middle of the night to declare that they missed them like he just did? a celebrity no less! amara should have been on cloud nine yet all she could say in response was exhale sharply as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "this isn't happening," she said to herself as he plopped onto her couch, the sight achingly familiar. so many nights she had watched him there, telling her about a song he had written or the fact that this meeting was definitely the one. back then, she had been excited for him, but that was when she was naรฏve enough to believe his future involved her as well.
"this," she motioned between them, around them, everything, "isn't something you can come back to anymore, bishop. you know this." it felt like she was talking to a child, her voice gentle, just in case this drunken stupor he was in could easily be set off with the wrong word. she knew he would never hurt her, but that didn't guarantee he'd be equally as safe with himself. "iโ" her voice broke, that confidence she had worked so hard to curate during the thirty seconds between her bedroom and answering the front door finally cracking. she took a deep breath, carefully measuring her words. as badly as she wanted to tell him that he made his bed so stuff it, she knew she could never be that cruel. so, against her better judgement, she moved until she was sitting next to him, an appropriate amount of distance between them.
"look, i get it. things were really hard for me in the beginning. it sucked a lot, but ... i got over it as best i could. i know you've had a lot more distractions, so maybe you haven't really worked through things, but you have to. choices were made," your choices, she wanted to add, "and we have to live with them." she patted his knee with as much platonicness as she could muster before quickly withdrawing. apparently being so close was clouding her judgement and she hated that he still had this type of effect on her. "maybe one day we can be friends. when it doesn't hurt so much." and she truly meant that, though she didn't know if they would ever get to that stage.
the words coming from her lips were everything bishop didn't want to hear. he knew he'd fucked up with the choices he'd made, but in a way he'd hoped that the old saying telling people that time would heal all wounds, was true. alas, it wasn't. he sat here, so close to her that he could smell the scent of her perfume, yet there were miles between them. a distance that hadn't ever been there, until he'd put it there, and despite the years it had been, bishop still felt the same longing for her. this time in a way where he was willing to move heaven and earth for just another glance from her dark hues. the sound of her voice breaking, of her adamance that there would be no we again, was an arrow through his heart. when amara's hand landed on his knee, a breath of relief expelled from his lungs. it was crazy, right? that a touch so simple could be enough to lift all the weight off his shoulders. but as soon as she removed it, he felt everything fall back in its place and this time, it all weighed more than before. "things are still hard for me," he admitted in rebuttal to her saying it had been hard in the beginning. bishop shook his head in his hands again. "fuck, a..." he called her by her nickname and sighed as his glassy, drunken gaze found hers. "i don't want to be your friend," he mumbled roughly to himself, before he reached out for her hand. "i want to be your world again... like you never stopped being mine." he sucked in a deep breath and despite the alcohol, he was beginning to sober up. harsh realities would do that to a man. without really thinking, he moved to the floor on his knees in front of her, grabbing both her hands in his, with his hands in a praying position. "i never did stop thinking about you... i never fucking stopped loving you, a." the words came out rough, pleading... begging. well aware that the look of him on his knees might look desperate, it was a hail mary attempt to get her to realize that she was still his entire fucking world, despite the distance, the years and his actions. he'd never been one to beg. always more of a dominant presence, but his heart ached. his head hurt. "please, sweetheart..." the term of endearment came so easily as he dropped his head into her lap, placing kisses on each of her thighs, moving between them over and over, while moving their gathered hands to the back of his head. "please..."
it felt as if her world had been flipped upside down. her mind was spinning as she tried to focus on what he was saying. she felt so completely helpless and that was why she attempted to hide. it felt impossible given cameron's hold on her. another whimper came from her and she shook her head slightly," doesn-doesn't make sense." it was impossible to ignore how he was grinding against her. she felt as if he wasn't hearing her or merely didn't care. his words only added to her confusion before she realized he was lifting her up again. her hold on him tightened even more if that was possible as she faintly heard a zipper being undone. she felt as if she should try to squirm out of his hold but her body didn't possess the strength. she was being lowered and she was half certain her face was bright red. alma gasped at the feeling of his hand tugging her head back. she had no choice but to look at him, seeing the want written all over his face. her hands slid from his shoulders towards his chest. her heart was pounding like mad as she tried to focus on his face. she had never had anyone treat her the way that he was. her body felt like it didn't belong to her as she realized his free hand slid between her thighs. it felt as if she forgot how to breathe as his fingers brushed against her through the fabric of her panties. his movement was insistent against her, causing her hips to try to press down against him. her fingers dug into his chest as she squeezed her eyes shut," nev-never been like this." her body had never been so responsive. she almost didn't hear his question but it made her eyes snap back open. all of her life people had praised her for being a good girl but his question felt like a loaded one. she found herself staring at him for a few seconds that felt like hours," i'll-i'll be good," she breathed, hoping that she was giving him what he wanted," i'll be a good girl for you." the entire time her hips rocked against his hand and she barely realized it. her panties were surely ruined but that didn't seem to matter to her," can't-i can't help it."
the way her words sounded so chopped yet still so sweet, had cameron smiling as he leaned forward to plant a soft kiss against the pulse in her neck. she rocked against his hand and for the first time tonight, he wondered whether or not it was because of the drug he'd given her, or whether she wouldn't have been able to help herself had she been sober. completely enamored with the girl, cameron's hand continued to run through her heat, wanting to prep her for his cock, and without asking permission, he moved her panties to the side. allowing himself to touch her bare pussy for the first time, it caused a moan to form in his throat and he pulled his head back, tugging on alma's hair again. cameron wondered whether or not she was always this willing, this pliant, but like a rubber band that had been pulled tight too long, he snapped. suddenly unable to hold back any longer, he caught her gaze and tugged on her hair to make sure she was still awake. "fuck baby... i was going to wait. make you cum and then fuck you but i can't... i can't..." the words trailed off as he moved his hand from her cunt to his cock, only to then guide himself to her entrance. her juices begun coating him, from where he held her hovered above himself and he rocked his hips a few times, spreading her slick onto the underside of his cock. the head rubbed against her clit in the process, before moving to push himself inside of her. "fuck, alma, baby..." he groaned and let go of her hair, placing both hands on her hips, pushing her to sit, seating himself fully inside her on a single stroke.
open to ... female muses.
inspired by ... a book i read that i can't remember the title of. idfk man, i just want some primal play shit
potential connections ... personal assistant. one night stand. daughter. daughter's best friend. niece. step-daughter. any and all connections that fit. please specify connection in your reply or in the tags. feel free to get creative.
muse ... marcus carrington. 35 - 40. tech ceo.
with each thump of his feet against dead leaves and branches, marcus' breath became harsher. he'd given her a thirty second head start when she'd suddenly shot off in an attempt to escape his rage, knowing his punishment wouldn't be gentle. she'd crossed a line, causing his need to punish her to grow... and then she had run off as though that would save her. marcus considered himself a fair man. someone who only doled out punishment when needed and to set an example, which was true in both his business and personal life. this was one of those times. his legs continued pumping, propelling him him further into the woods on the land behind his large victorian manor. he knew every inch of the estate like the back of his hand, but finding her wasn't going to be easy, with how many acres surrounded his inherited family home. finally slowing to a stop marcus looked around in a calculated manner, and followed a set of rushed footprints in the mud from the rain that had fallen the night before. "you can't hide forever," he called out into the woods, beginning to walk as he followed the prints, his voice echoing throughout the otherwise quiet forest. the soft light of dusk surrounded him and he could hear her breathing heavily from a distance. "the longer you hide, the worse it'll be," marcus continued to speak but receiving only silence in return. his heart pounded in his chest, his cock starting to harden at the prospect of getting his hands on her... or maybe it was the adrenaline. the sound of a breaking branch to his left, had him moving in that direction and immediately he spotted her pink top from a distance. he didn't take a moment to think, moving on pure primal instinct alone, and set off in a run towards her. "you can run all you want, kitten. but remember that you brought this on yourself," he called out as he continued to run, slowly but surely catching up to her.
starter for ... @alcska
inspired by ... 'you slapped me and it was hot please letโs do it sex' from here
muse ... graham kirby. 27 - 32. street racer
the thwack of her palm against his face resounded in the small space, causing graham's head to twist to the side. however, instead of deterring him, it merely acted as gasoline to a roaring inferno. he had been pursuing her for weeks and now that they were in the same space, forced together in proximity, he couldn't let her go. graham's gaze caught hers, while he assessed the situation. she'd had a reaction, making him to come to the conclusion that he must've had an effect on herโwhether good or bad was yet to be determined. "hm..." he hummed and nodded ever so slightly, lips turning into a smirk as he took a step forward, forcing her to take one back. "that was hot, baby," graham said, his smile evident in his voice and the sting from her hand forming into a red patch on his cheek. his incisors dug into his lower lip with another step forward and subsequently a step backwards from her. was she scared of him? or was this merely a game to her as it was to him? "you've got me fucking hard," he admitted, wanting nothing more than to sink into her, but knowing he couldn't rush the situation. when her back hit the wall, graham's smile turned predatory. "you can slap me again, if that's what you're into. in fact," he started and leaned down his his lips rested against her ear, "i'd like that very much." his tongue darted out and ran across the shell of her ear.
working on starters and drafts today. hopefully my muse cooperates enough that i can spam the dash throughout the day.
starter for ... @emotionlcss
inspired by ... this
muse ... cameron knox. 30 - 35. mechanic.
"no... i'm all good," he answered his roommate with a fake smile as the other rushed to head out the door. he didn't notice cameron's averted gaze as he nodded with a happy grin plastered on his face. marco grabbed his keys and whirled out the door, dressed in a suit with a lunchtime banana in his hand. marco, his friend and roommate, was never seen without some type of smile lately, and cam couldn't help but be a little jealous... a lot jealous, if he was being honest with himself. his friend had a good job, the perfect family supporting him and was in a relationship with the most stunning woman, for whom he'd even bought an engagement ring, with the intent of proposing in a couple of weeks on their two year anniversary. how did cam know all this? well, not only was marco obsessed with this girl, but cameron was as well. he accepted any scrap of information he could get about the woman, longing for a part of her. he knew her favorite foods, what shirt of marco's she loved to sleep in and how she'd cry at videos of puppies being adopted and finding their forever homes. the snick of a door down the hallway caused cam to look up as she walked towards him, dressed in nothing but his best friend's t-shirt. the skin of her thighs taunted him and he turned towards the fridge, trying to appear casual, when in reality his heart was beating roughly in his chest. "he just left, so i guess you're stuck with me," he chuckled sardonically, stepping back with a carton of eggs in his hand. it was getting harder and harder to keep his distance, especially in quiet moments like this when they were alone in the apartment. cameron both reveled in and despised knowing they'd inevitably move out when they were engaged. until then he'd enjoy seeing her hair mussed from sleep, rubbing her eyes, while pretending she had slept in his bed, while wearing his t-shirt, and that he was the one with the ring in his pocket.
heading out, but will be back to type up more starters later
starter for ... @haeritics
inspired by ... this
muse ... robert wolfe. 55 - 60. attorney.
the pretty little thing sat at the desk doing her homework and robert rubbed his hand over the hardness hiding beneath the fabric of his suit pants. he'd just returned home from a particularly jarring day the office and needed a release more than ever. she hadn't noticed him and she wouldn't notice him until he wanted her to, causing a smile to appear on his lips at the thought. the man crept across the carpet and, without warning, grabbed ahold of the back of her neck, pushing her down so her cheek was smushed against the wooden surface. no words were spoken as he flipped up the tennis skirt he'd instructed her to wear around the house, and grabbed ahold of one of her naked cheeks, spreading her open. "fuck," robert growled at the sight as he continued to unzip and button his pants, pushing into her without any preparation. this was what she was here for after all. this was why he kept her around. being able to use her and abuse her whenever he saw fit and today he would be rough with her. robert hammered into her repeatedly as he dropped his head backwards at the sensation of her pussy clamping down on him. the papers on the desk scattered around and her cheek would inevitably bruise, but he gave no fucks. "such a good little fuck-toy," he groaned, "just a set of willing holes for me to use."
starter for ... @sourscul
inspired by ... first bullet here
muse ... isaac jackson. 48 - 53. ceo + criminal in disguise.
it wasn't his first time at the event, but it was the first time he'd ever bid. these women were all beautiful, despite all their crying and attempting to hide themselves behind their hands and hair, as they stood naked on stage. but when she had entered, isaac had known he had to have her, price be damned. he didn't care how wrong it may be since she wasn't there of her own free will, but he would have her and use her until he'd eventually sell her at a much lower price. the fact that she was a virgin had been advertised and it was a big selling point for isaac. he had a wife and family at home, but they wouldn't ever find out about any of his illicit activities. his wife had become so loose after giving birth, that the excitement that coursed through him at young, tight pussy, had him hard beneath his slacks. he stood backstage about ten minutes after winning his bid. he couldn't even remember how much he'd paid, but his anonymous wire transfer had cleared and he grabbed the girl's arm and dragged her in all her naked glory towards the exit. his driver held the door open despite the rain pelting down on him, and as soon as isaac had pushed the woman into the back of the suv, he slid in himself. he hadn't spoken a word since buying her. "take us to the penthouse," he instructed the driver as he looked over at the frightened girl, placing a hand at the top of her naked thigh, staking his claim.
starter for ... @starbrsts
inspired by ... this
muse ... bishop blake. 33 - 38. musician.
"i didn't come hit on her, baby. you're misconstruing this. it's just a stupid photo on a gossip page," he said and grabbed his girl's hand, praying she wouldn't pull back from him. they were in the privacy of her home in los angeles, finally in the same city and he'd been excited to spend time with her. however instead of a warm welcome, bishop had entered and immediately ducked when a high heel was thrown at his head. "you know i wouldn't ever fuck around on you," he said in a sweet tone and pulled her body close to his own so he towered over her. she'd finally calmed down enough for him to approach and he wasn't missing a beat. pulling his shoulders up to his ears, he tossed out the hand that wasn't resting on her waist, "you know how this shit goes." his words were gentle and as soon as bishop lowered his shoulders, he ducked his head down to catch her eyes with his own. "i love you and i'm only in town for twenty four hours. can we please make the most of them?" his fingers toyed with a lock of her hair while making it clear that he wasn't going anywhere.
starter for ... @7mplications
inspired by ... this
muse ... emmett laws. 25 - 30. pro hockey player.
it hadn't been a big deal to emmett, but it clearly was to her and this game they played on the daily, had become one of his favorites. his girlfriend would be ready to stab him dead for some minor indiscretion, and emmett would thrive off the anger in her eyes, enjoying being the one to put her in her place... preferably by making her cum so many times she forgot why she was angry in the first place. this time around? emmett may or may not have blown a kiss at an unsuspecting puck bunny after winning the game, knowing it would result in that murderous expression on his girl's face. "why do you want to kill me this time?" he questioned with a tilt of his head, not letting it show that he knew exactly why she'd become this hostile. "you're so violent right now babe, and it's making me kind of hard. so can we skip past the whole 'i'll kill you'-spiel and get to the part where you come apart on my cock?" he asked with a grin, leaning back in his seat of his couch, while never removing his gaze from her.
WISHLIST STARTER CALL ... i'm trying to kickstart my muse by starting some new things, so please like this post and i'll put up a wishlist starter for you. just read my rules before interacting and have your wishlist easily accessible on your blog, and we should be good.
" no. " a far too obvious lie. it was working all too well and the heat that was coming through her gaze gave it away for too easily. " yes ... " the confession came out as a whimper, leaning into him at the grab to her arse, and if that wasn't enough the kisses to her stomach were enough to start the spinning in her head. " i just think ... " she trailed off, clouded by lust and desire. " where do you need me to kiss? " aster questioned, giving in to the distraction, letting her desire to know be over taken by the need she was now feeling for him. arms and legs wrapped around him. head tilted back, allowing him further access to ner neck, the bites brining moans forward from her lips. she really stood no chance in not allowing all of this to distract her. hand slid up the back of his neck, fingers spreading through his hair. " vic ... " she breathed out his name, short and broken with whimpers coming from the ache growing between her legs. could feel herself growing wetter, needing more than just the grinding of his cock over clothes. " need you. now, please. " not above begging when he so quickly managed to get her in such a messy state, would get on her hands and knees if necessary. hands reached for his face and pulled him to her, letting her lips crash to his. " can't you feel how much i need you? how wet i am for you? touch me, feel what you do to me. "
a small smile had appeared on his lips, once she'd confessed that his actions had succeeded in distracting her from all the questions she undoubtedly had about how he'd ended up with his injuries. instead of lingering on the thought though, victor continued to do everything within his power to keep her distracted, in no way ready to answer her questions. he felt the cut on lower lip rip open as she crushed her lips to his, but it was nothing compared to the heat that continued coursing through him, the taste of iron on his tongue only enhancing the headrush. "fuck. aster..." he groaned against her petals when he felt her begging, continuing to kiss her. the aches he felt throughout his body, bruised ribs and all, were all but forgotten once he grinded into her again. "say please again," victor growled and continued torturing both of them by thrusting his hips, the head of his cock rubbing over her clit through the two layers that separated them. "beg for my cock, baby... i know you want it, so fucking beg." the man's words came out strangled and low, but as much as he wanted to fuck her against the wall, right then and there, he needed to feel in control more. having had all control taken from him by the men who had attacked him, this was a way to claim it back. he could feel aster's arousal leaving a wet stain on his joggers right on his cock and growled with need, but he wouldn't let up. in an attempt to hold back, victor let go of the back of one of her thighs and went to place his hand on the wall in a rush, but knocking down a picture frame in the process. "tell me how much you want me, aster. tell me how fucking much you want to feel inside of you, and i'll give you exactly what you want."
UPDATE ... my muse has been a little bitch lately, so this is just a post to let you all know i've not disappeared for good. i will be back, i just need some time to regain my muse. maybe i'll do a little re-vamp or something in hopes it'll help.
closed starter : @dialdrvnk ! from : heaven.
" i said no touching . " she scolds , grin lighting up her features . " well , i said you couldn't touch me . " and nothing about her touching them .
"oh yeah?" he asked and placed his hand on the side of her face, pulling her closer. he had no intention of kissing her, but rather chose to run his nose along hers, their lips a breath away from each other. "and what will happen if i touch?" the doctor asked as though he wasn't already touching her in an intimate way. way to intimately for the likes of this place. "what will happen if your boss catches us right now?" he asked and ground his erection up into her through his slacks with a groan. "i think you want me to touch you, but..." henry let go of the woman he only knew as heaven and god, did she feel like it, and gestured towards himself. "if you'd rather have it the other way around... go for it."
she almost didn't answer.
typically, a phone ringing after 10:00 PM never signaled anything good, and when she saw who was calling, she knew that statement rang true. curiosity was obviously her enemy as her thumb swiped across the screen, answering the call. she said nothing at first because what if this was his butt calling? when his voice came in,ย clear as crystal, she knew that this wasn't an accidental thing, but the slurring in his voice definitely said he had some liquid encouragement to dial. still, she listened, her eyes widening as she got up, phone still pressed against her ear as she looked out her window. just barely over the edge of her balcony, if she craned her neck just so, she could see someone that looked to be about his height but the hood covering his face made it hard to make out the face. a sharp breath was exhaled through her nostrils. "you're such an idiot." a pause. "hurry up." it was then she hung up, grabbing her robe and tossing it on as she walked towards the front door and unlocked it.
the conversation had been brief and one-sided but as she waited for him to come up, she replayed his words. she had tried her best to not follow his career and so she hadn't been aware that he was in the city. it was for the best; memories that involved bishop weren't some of her favorites to relive, mainly because of how she felt forgotten when they broke up. or, rather, he broke up with her. even though amara had reasoned that it was for the best, that she didn't know how if she could handle a life with someone that was in the public eye, it didn't negate that she missed him. the first few months had been the worst but she had slowly climbed out of that hole and was doing good for herself. she was happy; she was cared for; she was at peace. so of course that meant he needed to pop up to say hello.
when she heard a knock, she let out a sigh and slowly walked towards the door. a part of her wanted to yell out it's open, but he didn't have that right anymore to just come in. so she opened the door herself, leaning against the frame as she looked at him. he looked the same yet the miles had taken their toll on his spirit. he looked tired. "what are you doing here, bishop?" she asked, cutting straight to the point. she looked around him, surprised that he was alone. realizing that she had the bishop blake in the hallway to her apartment, she quickly tugged him inside. "don't get any ideas." she dropped her hands and closed the door behind him. "i'm sure you won't be staying long, right?"
she'd agreed to let him in and the man immediately felt a tiny sliver of hope in his chest. it had to mean something, right? taking the steps up to her apartment, they seemed steeper than the last time he'd been here. perhaps it was just the fact that his feet were heavy from intoxication, or maybe because he was walking into a situation he didn't know the outcome of. did she hate him for what he'd done? how he'd left her and everything to do with their hometown behind? tonight had been his first show back there, having avoided everything to do with his past like the plague knowing that if he was to return, he'd do something stupid or reckless, and lo and behold... here he was. bishop knocked on the overly familiar door, leaning against the wall beside it for support as he pulled off his hood, forgetting for a second who he was to the world, feeling like nothing more than a young kid, trying to make amends. but was that really why he was there? was he actually trying to make amends or was it sheer curiosity? he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of amara since leaving, as she crossed his mind at least once a day. once a day he felt the need to tell her something, show her something or even just be in her presence, yet this was the first time he had done something about it. when the door swung open and bishop's eyes caught hers, he swallowed hard to avoid his true emotions showing in his expression. tired of the touring, the interviews and the constant attention, he'd sought her out. the person who had once been his safe space. he was just so fucking tired. "i've missed you," he admitted and swayed despite leaning on the wall for support. as amara pulled him into her space, he immediately begun looking around, despite it making him slightly dizzy. familiar furniture and knick-knacks caught his eye, yet the space felt different. her jab about his stay in town stung, yet he merely nodded and his eyes found the floor. he wasn't in town for long and probably shouldn't stay too long at her place, but without really thinking about it he dropped himself into the couch and placed his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. he'd done it a million times before when they'd been dating, trying to clear his mind. "i've missed you and i fucked up and i don't know what to do anymore," bishop spoke honestly, before looking up at her, sorrow clear in his eyes. "i got to town and this was the first place i wanted to go," he admitted it with a sad smile, realizing it was about more than the rumors about her dating someone, but the fact that if she was that he'd lose a part of himself he'd already lost once before.
