fate don't know you

Independent roleplay blog. multimuse. multiship. selective. Oracle. 21+.

[fortunetellsrp]

Hello again!

Oracle (he/him, 28) here. After lurking around for a while I decided to revamp some stuff here, including a brand new muses page (here) with some old faces and some new faces. If we've written before, or not and you would like to feel free to reach out via dms or drop a comment/react on this post and I'll reach out for plotting. I also rp on discord so feel free to ask for it if interested. All my muses are verse. You can find some of my old muses here. Wanted plots, fcs and memes. xx

[rolswiss]

[papa-evershed]

Robert James-Collier as Ben Cooper Cooper and Fry Episode One

[etxrnaleclipse]

Henrique chuckled as he watched Juan Carlos closely, observing those dark eyes for the silent battle he suspected that the other man would be fighting. He knew that they were so alike, neither of them wishing to give up control in any sense of the word, and he knew that if roles were reversed, Henrique himself would be fighting the urge to lash out. It was what made the strange dynamic between them so desirable.

When Juan Carlos' hands roamed, when he was tugged in closer, when he felt everything that the other man's body had to offer, there was a moment of weakness as his eyes closed, and he finally allowed himself to give in. "Bem aqui." He closed the gap between them with a hungry kiss, hand still wrapped tightly in the other's hair to hold him in place.

[fortunetellsrp]

He felt the air leaving his lungs at the look in his face when he felt the hard brush of Juan Carlos' under him, his effect on the man. The walls crumbling down, even if for just a second, mask slipping and showing him the truth of desire, of need. He moaned, at the words, at the feeling, at the touch of lips claiming his own, keeping him in place as his mouth was claimed and explored.

Groans and whimpers he could not be sure were his were heard, hands on the man's body, grabbing his ass, making sure he kept feeling his effect.

He broke away with a chuckle and spit connecting their lips, which he eagerly licked up with a last peck as his mouth trailed down to a perfect chin. "Oh you perfect man," he whispered hoarsely, "are you ready to admit you're mine then? Say it, and I'll happily stay right here under you for as long as you need."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Theo stared into Valentin's eyes, parting his lips when he felt the other slipping his thumb further past them. His heart was racing, mind tumbling over itself as he tried to process what was happening. He was in too deep now, too far gone with his cover to back out, but also that was making him want to do just that.

"Thank you. I appreciate it, meu amor." He would have to cling to that idea, that knowledge that Valentin didn't intend for him to disappear entirely. But at the same time, he did not want anyone hanging around his family. He knew that Rafael would get suspicious and that would lead him to getting into trouble. "It's ok, I think the more removed I am from them right now the better. I don't want anyone making connections and putting them at risk. When their lips brushed against one another, Theo's eyes fluttered shut and he nodded, unable to deny the hold that Valentin had over him. "It is. It is what I wanted. I guess it just caught me off guard, it's not how I expected it to become reality."

[fortunetellsrp]

Valentin nodded, the harsh, bigger man completely enamored, distracted by the feeling of his man on top of him, answering so well to his caresses. Theo and him seemed to be unable to keep apart since they first came together, which served him just as well, Valentin knew no other way. Not when he had to stay apart and pretend for so damn long.

"We'll make sure your family is safe, my love," he muttered against his lips, "I won't let anyone hurt you. Hurt them..." He whispered between slipping his tongue into Theo's mouth, tasting him, kissing him deeply.

"I told you I'd take care of you, and I will," he said as he pulled away, hand caressing his hair, "We can't stay here forever, but for now it'll do. Give you a taste of everything you wanted..." His lips move to Theo's neck, leaving marks there now that he could do so freely.

He almost wished his former could see him now, could see them for what they truly were. Each other's.

[etxrnaleclipse]

"Ah, on the contrary. I'd say there's even more reason for it. I mean, if I'm not your student, then there's no way that my compliments can be mistaken for trying to get extra credit." Quinn laughed at the thought, but he truly meant every word. Lance had made a great impact on shaping him as a person when he studied.

"You did, and it stuck with me. I guess it's why I decided to stick on the political path and not change for something else. Instead of trying to move away from his legacy, I'm going to embrace it and show the world how I can be different." It wasn't that he saw anything wrong with how his father had worked, per se, just that he could see ways to be better. "Is that so? I'm curious to know what kind of offer you'd put my way... What do you think could tempt me?"

[fortunetellsrp]

"Ah... I always knew you'd be great." He smiled proudly, hand still feeling the strong muscles, raising up to thumb at his neck. What a fine man, finer by the day it seemed.

"Working under me not tempting enough for you? And here I thought this old professor was an inspiration." He chuckled, smiling down at his pupil, "No, 'course I wouldn't offer just that. We can offer you a nice payment, benefits, start with a smaller workload... of course, I'd expect weekly meetings with a boy like you." He was trying to behave, not very successfully but he was. "To know how you're doing with all those minds so captive by your teaching, as I'm sure they would be..."

"What else could I offer dear boy?" He asked softly, low, "What would bring you back to me, hm?"

[etxrnaleclipse]

"Ah, you'd be surprised. There's probably a few things about me you wouldn't expect. Nothing bad, though. Like, I promise I'm not secretly a serial killer or something." Sam grinned playfully as he spoke, laughing at the thought of anyone assuming he would be a criminal.

"All the fun I could want is right here anyway. Thanks for the concern though." He meant it. There was something captivating about Lowell, something that had drawn the young man in from the moment he first go the job here. "So what are you getting up to this weekend? Hear the weather is meant to be pretty shit, so what does a cosy weekend in look like for you?"

[fortunetellsrp]

"I..." He shook his head, the other's sense of humor went over his head at times, which was why he was probably much better well served in company with people his age, "I didn't think you were."

He leaned back, cheeks flushing under the light, he felt the eyes on him, the late hours. It made him a little embarrassed, all the attention, the earnest enjoyment. Langdon wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he took any more notice of it. "I prefer quiet weekends, to be honest," He admitted, "staying in with my boy, when he isn't too busy anyway. Not very exciting, I'm afraid regardless of weather."

"How do you spend yours?" He asked, "And as much as I enjoy being with you, don't tell me this is your idea of fun, Sam..."

[gaybuckybarnessss]

KIT HARINGTON Industry Season 4

[hunnam]

Steve Carell Mountainhead (2025)

[jolteonmchale]

#my pan

[modcrnspirits]

Giuseppe let himself be carried. He knew it was no easy feat, but Bruce seemed to be doing quite well, even after filling Giuseppe's ass with load after load. He felt almost bloated as they drifted away from the window and back to the couch, all the way his boy telling him the sweetest things, filled with a devotion that brought to Giuseppe a melancholy hard to fight. He knew this feeling would go away - he had seen in many of his other vampires, his family. They would grow up, learn to control their instincts better. And once they did, this devotion would fade, little by little. Always there, but never too present.

Still, Giuseppe remained in that embrace, feeling the nose against his neck and the big cock still stuck in him. Deep. His own hard cock was against his hairy pouch, squeezed between their bodies. He looked Bruce in the eyes. "They do, for a while. I am not sure where this devotion comes from. Perhaps because we turn, indeed, into a sort of father figure for all those we sire. We are the closest, most present beings in your new life. We are opening the doors." He let out a soft moan when he moved a bit, the cock in him still flaring up as it touched soft and hard spots in him. In return, his hole clenched harder against the cock.

"Eventually you will meet others like you. And you'll have more control of yourself." His hand caressed the handsome face, his thumb touching the tip of the fang still showing. "The hunger will never go away, but you won't need me to satisfy it." Moving just a little, he pressed his knees on the couch on either side of Bruce and then Giuseppe's hips started to move again. "Let me do this now." He whispered to the boy, still looking him in the eyes.

"That is for the future. Right now I want you to concentrate on us. How much you like to be in me?" He asked with a grin, hands moving down to hold onto those pecs, feeling the coldness and the lack of a beating hard. Still, for him, Bruce felt warm - as if their bodies produced heat by grinding against each other. He continued to ride that cock, fucking himself faster as it went on, feeling the tip slid so deep it entered further inside of him. Spreading him open with the help of the load that was in him already. "Until that happens, do to me what you will. Promise me you'll do it all to me."

[fortunetellsrp]

Bruce grunted, hands on his sire's hips, making sure he was as deep as he could go, going from nipping at his throat to kissing his lips, leaning away to let his father look at him, caress his face. Rub the fangs that longed to bury themselves in him. He wasn't just needy for him, it was all consuming hunger, he'd drown them both in cum and blood if he wasn't careful.

"I can't--," his voice faltered as Giuseppe fucked himself on his cock, eyes rolling back, hands grabbing muscled cheeks, whines of daddy leaving his lips unbidden, a creature of pure lust and need. "Can't imagine not needing you dad." He finished, eyes open now, wide and dark, fangs out still showing his new nature to his mentor.

He came to Giuseppe for protection, a safeguard as he delved into a world too dangerous for a fragile human. He still cared about that, about the work he set out to do but... he had eternity before him, and his dad was asking him for something, asking when he could simply command and make Bruce's mind blissfully blank in obedience.

Bruce leaned back, watching him ride with an awed look on his face. "I'll do everything, daddy. I'll make you mine," He smirked, "even if this goes away... I'll come back for you. I'll remind you where you belong."

His hand closed around his neck, eyes dark with hunger and lust and power. "Remind who you belong to."

"You made me, and now you're mine," Sure, he could use being able to think of something other than daddy's cock and hole and blood, but this... he needed it but Giuseppe seemed to need it almost as bad, "forever."

Fingers tightened, replaced by lips licking and nipping at his throat as he let his sire do all the work this time.

[modcrnspirits]

Gaspar's smile froze when Ivan was up from his spot. He could feel the attraction. For him, that was like air currents that tied him to another man's body. Tied was the correct word, because their lust was like ropes that took him and bound him to the man. He would not be able to leave that house until Ivan told him to and even then it would require a strong effort to be away. Some guys called him needy, but the fault lied in them for being turned on by him.

And those invisible binds were stronger now that Ivan was so closer. He didn't touch Gaspar, but the bottle did. Air got stuck in his mouth when he felt the wetness over the edge of his shorts, wetting the trail of hair that entered it. He was looking at Ivan with big puppy eyes, as if he needed the man to Master him, to allow him to be something there. He gasped when the bottle left and his eyes finally landed on the prize. A hard cock inside those sweatpants. He couldn't help but smile warmly at it. But just until he felt the cold liquid running down his spine, all over the the small opening his crack had. It wet the short, trimmed hair that followed down his ass. His new gasp was louder than the first and he felt shivers at this. He thought he was about to get a kiss or some touch, but Ivan moved away again.

His words, however, were for Gaspar more than just a suggestion. They may have sounded like it, but the lust behind each letter made it impossible for him to keep himself dressed. He pulled the shirt off, looking at Ivan the whole time he did and when his eyes were blinded by the cloth, he moved his head quickly so his eyes could be back at the man. This was intense. Even more intense than the one from the night before. There was a craving so deep in Ivan that Gaspar felt it could break him. This made him ooze in his tiny running shorts, cock hard already and precum making a mess of him.

The wetness of the beer that was spilled on him concentrated on his shorts too. He felt wet all over. He opened his mouth to say something, to tell Ivan to be comfortable too, but only a weak sound came out of his throat. He felt dry inside and wet all over his skin. He drank the beer in his hand, but distracted by Ivan's gaze, some of it slipped on the corners of his mouth, dripping down his hairy chest. Gaspar quickly cleaned his lips and chuckled, shaking his head. "Wow, am I messy?" He gulped, eyes back on Ivan. He could not look away from him. "I'-" He cleared his throat quickly, looking down at his legs, feeling the small pond of beer cold against his hole. "I'll help you clean after. I promise."

[fortunetellsrp]

The other man looked at him like he couldn't get through his day without being under a man, not just physically but mentally, like he needed someone to call the shots and tell him how to act. Like he was completely lost without it. It shouldn't make his cock throb how the man submitted, the slutty look on his face as beer dripped down that needy hole.

He wondered... would it taste of beer? of sweat? of another man? He shook the notion from his mind, watching as Gaspar removed his shirt like it was the only thing he could think to do. Like Ivan commanded him in that moment, he drank his beer watching him with arousal coiling around his core, spreading through him like a goddamn heat wave in unbearable summer.

Gaspar's body was firm, and inviting, the hair, the muscle, the sweat. The beer spilled that made him set his jaw, was it a game? A ploy? A stumbling bimbo trying to get into his pants by any means necessary. The drops of beer against those pecs, big enough to hold on his hands like breasts, hairy though and with dry cum in them.

Jesus.

"I'm sure you will." He said gravely, his phone was ignored. "Are you always this clumsy?" His question came with a finger reaching pulling him by slipping beneath the hem of those slutty little shorts of his, thumbing through the hair of his navel with a forbidden, unknown thrill. He had never touched a man like this...

He drew Gaspar to him, looking up while still completely in control. "Did it feel good on your hole?" He asked, this time letting the bottle brush the skin of his thigh, slowing drawing up beneath the leg of his shorts. "Did it put down the fire on that slutty little pussy of yours?" He let the neck of his bottle reach in, fingers brushing against warm skin as he rubbed his hole with cool, slick glass where his mouth had just been in.

"This what you came here for, hm?" He added, eyes dark, voice somewhere between teasing and pleased. He looked up at him, at the flushed skin, at the moisture on his tits, sinful, whorish, the revolving door of men made a lot of sense. "Answer me." This time it was an order, bottle pressing in, testing his resistance.

[vicedmuses]

both of them hearing the whimper seemed to turned them on immensely. cain loved the power of knowing he could turn someone into a withering mess. zachary? well he just loved the idea of turning someone on in general, whoring them out.

so when they felt the movements, they each picked up their pace a little bit. the younger vampire started to push his tongue through the rimmed entrance. fucking roscoe's ass with it as he pulled it out and pushed it back in. at first, the movements were just quick and all over the place.

then, as cain was latched onto his other tit, he started to suck on the nipple harder and harder. he wanted to leave a mark even if he wasn't going to draw out blood. he also glanced up, just to see how ro was reacting to everything that they were doing to him. "we only save this for the sluts like you." he breathed out in between sucking.

hearing both of their comments focused zach's movements a little bit. he slowed down his tongue to the point where he wasn't constantly pulling it out or shoving it back in. instead, he spent more time with it buried in roscoe's ass than anywhere else. he stuck it out as far as it could go and then curled it inside. almost like he was searching for that sweet prostate.

not one to let up on his victims, cain continued to suck on one of ro's tits and moved his right hand up to tease the other nipple. as he rubbed it slowly, he moved his left hand down to cup his balls. he gave his sac a small little tug before massaging the balls in his fingers. although that wasn't his final destination.

[fortunetellsrp]

roscoe moaned hungrily, the feeling of sharp teeth on his nipple and the suction cain was providing made him buck under their hands. cock throbbing and spurting precum as a practiced tongue was buried in his ass, fucking him with it.

he bit his lip, pupils blown wide and dark. unable to deny the dirty words, he was acting like a slut for them and gladly so. putty under their hands and tongues, those mouths drawing out moans and whimpers through his teeth.

he pushed his hips back, then forward again, tongue on his ass and hand on his balls. it was difficult to decide which he wanted more. greedy and whorish as he chased all of it. hands caressing each of their heads as he let them do as they pleased with his body.

"what else do you save up for your sluts?" he questioned, mouth curling into a lazy grin as zachary searched for that place inside him, making his legs tremble and his eyes roll as he finally found it. spit dripping down his balls as he was eaten hungrily.

[vicedmuses]

there was already promise in the conversation as martin was willing to listen to him in a more intimate setting. his bandmates were the ones that he had most of the critique on anyway. maybe they wouldn't have liked to hear when he called them immature. "i'm sure that you are. something tells me that a good boy like you has no problem listening to and respecting his elders." he grabbed his drink and followed him along to the booth. some of the words he was using were definitely on purpose.

when he slid into the booth, callaghan had no issues going right next to the musician. it was a tight squeeze anyway. if it weren't for the table, he probably would have suggested the man just sit on his lap. no, he had to be professional. he had to remind himself of that. "you can take your time when it comes to reviewing my terms, but my offer will have an expiration date." just so he knew not to waste his time. he took another sip of his drink and then placed it on the table, turning in his seat towards martin.

"i don't see the point in buttering you up, so forgive me if this seems straight to the point." he did smile at him though. just because he was trying to be all business didn't mean he had to be rude about it. "my main concern is that your band's behavior matters just as much on stage as off of the stage. no one's going to want to make a deal with a bunch of snickering kids. i do have some thoughts on the performance, but if we can't agree on the first part then i might as well walk away now. are you man enough to make it big?"

[fortunetellsrp]

he chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips. he didn't know what gave the impression he was a good boy, but part of him liked that was what the man was seeing even if it was far from the truth. "i've been told i'm trouble before but hey," he teased as he followed the man, "perhaps i can be nice with the right incentive."

he sat next to him, they were probably closer than necessary, but that was near unavoidable, at least that's the excuse he was going for if asked. martin sipped on his drink, nodding at his serious words. that seemed legit, even if it made him wonder what that offer would entail.

"oh... that," he looked at his bandmates, talking to each other in hushed tones, celebrating with drinks, "i'm afraid that's on me, you see. they think i have a type." he sips his own drink, raising his eyebrows, "you happen to... fit it pretty well. maybe they got the wrong idea about what this is," martin isn't sure if he hopes that's the case or not, he wants to make it big badly, but he would also like to see the older man with a lot less clothes. "i assure you we can take matters seriously when we have to." he licks his lips, "to answer your question, i'm more than man enough."

[blackmascara]

Simon Baker as Travis Hurley

Limbo (2023) dir. Ivan Sven

[lokihiddleston]

BUCKY BARNES Doomsday

[gaybuckybarnessss]

BRETT DALTON Boots 1.03 "The Confidence Course"