-- those who wander

multi-muse. multi-verse

[fromtheashesxx]

May our stories catch fire And burn bright enough To catch God's eye multi-muse indie rp blog. nsfw...

did a thing. it’s still in construction, but I’m moving over here.

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‘i got a call today. from mom.’ it’s been five years since either of willa’s parents has spoken to her. not since the day they found out she was pregnant. they were deeply religious people and their daughter getting pregnant out of wedlock at eighteen had been quite the scandal to the good family name. things went from bad to worse when the identity of her unborn child’s father was revealed to be her very own brother. it was one of the worst days of willa’s life. willa turns off the water on the sink and turns to face him, leaning against the kitchen counter, hands resting over her swollen stomach, ‘she’s dying.’ it was strange. for a whole willa wished so much harm on her mother and the moment she found out she was sick her heart still broke. being too empathetic even to people who had hurt had always been willa’s downfall, ‘she doesn’t know how much time she have and i guess she wants to meet the kids before she dies.’ willa sighs. she wasn’t going to tell him at first. she was going to pretend the whole phone call never happened but the more she thought about it the more cruel that seemed, ‘i wanted to tell her no. not a chance would she ever come near our children.’ willa shakes her head, ‘but i heard her voice and all of a sudden i was a scared little girl again and all i said was that i’d think about it. i’m sorry.’

Sawyer raised an eyebrow, but held his tongue as he watched Willa shut off the water. Even when they were talking, a call from their mother was never good. Their parents were pretentious zealots who’d forced their self righteous views on them since before they were even out of the womb. He’d hated it, but he’d kept his mouth shut. He did what he was told. Until well-- he hadn’t. He could only take so much shaming. So much judging. He must’ve been..16 the first time he disobeyed them. A growing boy, with curiosities, needs that needed explaining. Had they, maybe he wouldn’t have found so much solace in his twin. So in a way, he couldn’t hate it completely. They’d pushed him and Willa together in a way most found unnatural. But to him? Being with her was like breathing. So he sat and let her finish, his ankle crossed over his knee as he flipped through a paper back. He could hear the twins playing in the other room and their youngest was already down for a nap. There was no need to keep their conversation hush. “Don’t be sorry,” he sighed, closing the book. “She’s our mother. Hearing she’s dying should make you feel something,” Sawyer toyed with the cover, his eyes flicking down as the flimsy backing bent. “Either way, It’s not a good idea. If it was just us, maybe, but it’s not.  The kids’ll have questions and who knows how she’ll behave?”

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[stygianmoondust]

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[unhoneyed]

stygianmoondust‌:

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Us Roleplayers shall be fine, it seems. Let’s spread this around rather than spread panic. 

[iindiscreticns]

bodyachings:

ok but listne ………. a plot where this lil spoiled rotten brat starts crushing on this guy that’s like WAY TOO OLD FOR HER like 5+ years and she’s always snapchatting him cute selfies like “wife me” and “cuff me” and all this other bs and the guy’s like “wtf this is so inappropriate” but he thinks the lil brat is precious honestly …………… and maybe just mAYbe he actually likes her a lil and wouldn’t mind “wifing” her but like …………….. age gAp pls i want this plot thanks

[fromtheashesxx]

rxguesgxllery‌:

Sunny felt like the biggest idiot in the world. She had been stupid to think a college guy like Ian would ever be into her. Sunny wasn’t the kind of girl who had boyfriends, she wasn’t even remotely popular. She was a theater geek, someone who spent too much time in the library. She should have known it wouldn’t work out. “thank you.” Sunny smiles when he says she can sleep over, “Can we watch something super scary?” she asks, rolling over a bit so that she’s practically laying atop him now, chest to chest, “I do not hog all the blankets!” she insisted, knowing full well that she did. 

“Don’t worry. We can just cuddle for body heat.” and while she’s teasing him now she knows that’s precisely what will happen. When the two of them are together their bodies just end up touching, “If you do get a cold, I’ll nurse you back to health myself.” she offers, leaning up to press a soft kiss on to his lips, then another one against his cheek, “I don’t want to go home and get clothes.” she sighs, “Mind if I steal one of your shirts for the night?” she’s going to do it weather he says yes or no but she asks anyway.

“Depends,” he says, not flinching as Sunny takes up residence on his chest. All he does is adjust his grip, his palms resting just above her ass. Had their mother been around, she would’ve had something to say, but then again, she always had something to say about something.  “Are you going to have nightmares?” AKA: Was she planning on keeping him up all night? Because if that was the case, he’d consider passing. It was crunch time and his latest client was a huge pain in the ass. She’d had him change his design three times already. He’d written in an editing cost into his contract, but it was eating up what little time he had.

 Her peck and the mention of cuddling is enough to make him sigh, his head tilting as he tries to hide a smirk. “Fine fine. It’s not like I have a choice, is it?” he says as he starts to sit up. “If you want one, you’re going to have to let me up. Come on, move your ass,” Nik gives it a swat for good measure before pressing his own kiss to her lips and one to her forehead. 

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iiinsatiablc‌:

More than anything, Haley hates the fabric between them right now because she can’t feel him the way she wants to. Perhaps it’s presumptuous, but oh, if his hands feel the way they do over her clothing, she can only imagine how they’d feel against her skin. Static tension continues to build between them, every brush of her fingers over his skin nearly shocking her and further heightening the ache building between her thighs. Oh, he doesn’t give her what she craves, not entirely. They had made a deal and she promised - in not so many words - to agree to his terms. How she regrets doing so now, because he’s not ripping her clothes to shreds the way she needs him to. As often as she’s thought about being with him like this, this far exceeds any of her expectations. Her back arches, pressing into his hands as he touches her, desperate for something when the command in his voice makes it clear what he wants from her. 

Less restricted with her shirt gone, she can breathe easier now, chest heaving with every breath. Her nipples are hard beneath the lace fabric of her bralette (she’s always hated actual bras) and the material is so thin, he sure to feel just how hard the aching peaks are for him. Gasping for him, dropping her head back when his mouth finds her neck, she can’t form a coherent thought with his mouth gliding over her skin the way it is and the rhythmic pulsing of his hips as he rocks her into him. Her thin shorts do little to hide how aroused she is, the fabric clinging to her pussy with each guided roll of her hips. He feels fucking incredible against her, pulsing, throbbing, drawing her harder against his cock with each pull. His denial of what she wants makes her hiss, moaning soon after when he rocks up just right and finds her swollen, trembling clitoris. “Why not? Why can’t– Jesus Christ –” Haley whines, nails biting into his bare shoulders, panting heavily as he rocks her closer to an orgasm without ever actually touching her there. “Fine, fine, if you won’t fuck me, will you touch me, please?” She hates that he won’t give her what she wants, but she can’t… she doesn’t want to cum in her shorts like some naive little girl. She wants his fingers, wants them in her, wants— as if trying to encourage him, her hand drops down his chest with urgency until her palm wraps flush around his erection through his boxers, stroking him boldly, having to angle her hips away from him to be able to do so.

“You know why,” he counters, her hiss making his cock pulse. His body agreed with her and his eyes shut, feeling her nails dig into his shoulders. He wants to give her what she wants, hell-- he wants it too. But he knows while it may not have been her first kiss...everything else is new. She would have told him otherwise. Maybe it was weird to share information like that with your brother, especially one so many years older, but he and Haley? They shared everything. Which meant she knew exactly how he’d been damn near celibate for the last few months. He was weak. And for a brief moment, he felt kinda used. It was a fleeting thought, one replaced with a smug revelation. He could play that game too. Not now-- but oh, he’d show her. Just, not now. Not for her first, no matter how bad she wanted it.

A chuckle escapes his lips as she curses, the frustration apparent in her voice. He’s about to comment on it when he feels her nimble fingers wrap around him and drag the dampening material up and down the length of his erection. Its-- it draws a gasp from his lips, followed by a low moan, his hips twitching as he fought to contain himself. He could’ve cum right in that moment, his cheeks flushing with crimson as he used her hip to steady himself. “F--fine, I’ll touch. But th--that’s it,” He stammered, gulping half way through to regain some semblance of composure. Gripping her hip with one hand, he reluctantly pushed her hand from his member. It ached, painfully so. Every fiber of his being felt like it was vibrating as he took her hips and laid her down on the couch. He lifted, his calloused palm wasting no time before it was diving between her legs. He rubbed, pressure firm, loving how the feel of her soaking pussy filled his hand. A perfect fit and he thought nothing less as he pushed the material of her shorts away. Two fingers sank inside her, stretching her warmth and his thumb caressed her clit. Out. In. Out. In. He thrust, each one making his cock weep beneath the confines of his boxers. “God damn, Hal. You feel phenomenal,” he groaned, leaning down to steal another kiss. “I thought you’d be tight but this--? This is beyond...there’s no way I’d fit,” Hudson teased.  

[fromtheashesxx]

jessicasmith-rp‌: 

Jessica’s heart broke. She wanted to admit how afraid she was, how she wanted to be in charge of her heart and tell Leah how much they needed to be together. However, she knew the risks she was taking if admiting the truth to Leah, because they had been foolish lately and they had forgotten how risky the situation was. 

Suddenly, Leah was leaving and her heart cried out to stop her while her mind told her to let the young girl go. She took a step forward and grabbed Leah’s free hand, “Please…” she begged “don’t go… I’m really sorry” she sighed. 

Feeling Jess snag her hand, Leah paused. This time it sounded sincere and let a soft sigh past her lips. “Don’t be. I know-- I know this isn’t going to last. I guess that’s why I came by...” she admitted with another light shrug of her shoulders. “It’s fine though. Lets just forget I even mentioned it,” Feigning a smile, she lifted Jessica’s hand to her lips and placed a kiss on top of it before tugging the older woman closer. Her hand wiggled free and she brought her arms to rest around Jessica’s waist. “Since I’m here, why not give me the tour?”

[lustbcy]

im always trash for incest plots with brother/sister or father/daughter or uncle/niece like

relieving him from sexual frustration with a handjob or blowjob

being his cum dump every day

taking her virginity/each other’s virginity

knocking her up either dubcon or her begging him to

fucking while hiding

riding him in the middle of the night and forcing him to cum in her

blackmailing them

handjob in the backseat on a roadtrip

public sex outside a party

glory hole at a party or club bathroom

[fromtheashesxx]

iiinsatiablc‌:

A soft squeak catches in her throat when his bold hands find her hips, drag her forward until the ache explodes into confetti, tingles of pleasure spreading from her clitoris, deeper until she practically feels herself pulsing there at the most sensitive space between her thighs. Where she’s only ever had fingers buried before and feeling the heaviness of his arousal, thick between her thighs, makes her ache for him. He kisses her soundly, deeply, dragging the weight of his velvety tongue along her lips, effectively stealing her breath from her lungs. Electricity buzzes between them, her fingertips curling into his shoulders as if doing so will anchor her to the freckles, to the feeling of him with each languid stroke of his tongue against her own. 

He tastes better than she’s ever imagined, the whimper in her throat caught by his tongue, by the bruising grip of his hands around her hips. Haley positively aches for him, the kiss only stoking at the fire which had been a dormant simmer behind her naval. She burns from the inside out for him, her skin hot to the touch, her own hips pressing down to rock herself against his erection. He feels… big and the notion that her own brother’s cock might not fit inside of her little body makes her moan filthily into the kiss. Haley chases after him as he pulls away, the word on his tongue encouraging a shake of her head. 

“No,” Haley chokes softly, panting, breathless, but curling a delicate hand around his neck to drag his lips back to hers. A taste isn’t nearly enough. One kiss, one mind numbing, toe tingling kiss isn’t enough to satiate her desire. “Kiss me like you’re desperate for me, Mac,” she whispers against his mouth between kisses, appropriating what she used to call him as a kid because Hudson had been too hard to pronounce and with McKenzie as a surname, Mac had just been easier. “Kiss me like you can’t wait to be inside me,” she adds, nipping sharply at his lower lip, keeping a firm grip on the back of his neck even as the heat and tension grows between them with every roll of her hips and each grind of her pussy against his cock.

Her hips rock, her hot center grinding against his growing member. The fabric’s tight, barely covering as she moves and it takes an insane amount of control for him to focus on anything else. This wasn’t how the afternoon was supposed to go, not even in the slightest, but the adrenaline pulsing through him wished for nothing else. It’d been weeks. Months. Since he’d felt the touch of another. But it never felt like this. For a moment he felt like a teenager again. His body set aflame with a need he never knew could exist, let alone so intensely. His will power thin. Flimsy as a dollar store condom as the living room filled with the delicious sound of her moan. 

But Hudson fought against it. He had to. Because he wasn’t a teenager and she wasn’t some scantily clad cheerleader he could just bend over and use. No. He couldn’t...they couldn’t. Shouldn’t. Wouldn’t? Yes. He wouldn’t cave. Not completely. But this...kissing and groping and grinding-- it’d be nearly impossible to refuse. To retain enough consciousness would take more strength than he had. “That’s not what we agreed,” he murmured, though it doesn’t stop him from returning her kiss, his hands sliding up the sides of her torso, fingers dipping beneath the fabric to meet bare skin. They slide further, curving around to cup her breasts through her bra as he forces space between them. “You do what I say. That was the deal. Now, get rid of this--” The moment there’s enough room, his fingers find the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head and discarded it to the floor. He wouldn’t remove her shorts, no. Too too tempting. But that made it more even. 

Hudson bit the inside of his cheek, drinking in the sight before him as his fingers drug lazily up her torso and toward her chest. His head dips and he buries his face in her neck, nipping the flesh as he rocks his hips up in rhythm with hers. He groans, feeling her wetness seeping through the fabric. “I am you know-- desperate. You feel so-- god you feel amazing, Haley...but I can’t. We can’t. Not now...not like this--” Another groan breaks through, his thumb rolling her nipple beneath the fabric as his teeth catch her neck, cutting of the sound. “But don’t worry. I’ve got you, I’ll get you there...” he says, drawing his hands to their original position, gripping her hips tight as he rocks his hips harder and faster into hers.

[thisisjustbeauty]

[justjensenanddean]

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iiinsatiablc‌:

Haley doesn’t realize she’s holding her breath until he answers her, wondering if he’s going to turn her down. She’s wanted this for so– there isn’t an amount of time she can put into words because her longing is so deep for him, there is no definitive weight she can place behind the depth of it. She can’t think about how wrong it should be, how the feeling of him shouldn’t feel incredible, but he does and he’s more than she ever could’ve hoped for. Haley nods, rather quickly, the tease of his lips against hers almost more than she can bear. “Deal,” she agrees quickly, perhaps too quickly, and stills both hands on either shoulder as if anchoring herself against him. Able to feel the growing swell of his arousal between them, Haley tries not to grind herself against him, to ease the heavy throb at the apex of her thighs, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult with every passing second. All she has to do is shift her hips just the right way and she’ll be flush against him and the ache behind her clit won’t be so intense anymore. 

Deal. She’s quick. Quicker than he expected and somehow it makes him ache even more. She shouldn’t want it-- any of it. And had the heat not reached his brain, Hudson might’ve been able see that. But right now all he could see was the way her luscious locks fell around her shoulders as her hands clasp his. All he could focus on was that she had worked up the courage to ask for something so simple and yet so inherently arousing that it had both of them quivering in anticipation. She’d asked him. Wanted him. It was a kiss and yet so much more and he felt it in his very core. And he wanted it too. More than he ever should have. 

In that split second, his hands pull her hips forward, flushing her against him as his lips capture hers. It’s not rough, not by a long shot, but its firm. Confident. And god-- as his lips move against hers, she tastes just as sweet as he imagined. Maybe more so. His hips arch, unable to help himself as his tongue darts across her soft petaled lips. For a moment it feels like too much. Something within him, something buried so deep, it rocks his sturdy frame and forces him to grip her hip tighter, almost to the point of bruising. The moment he realizes, he pulls back, holding his breath to temper the urge to do it all over again. Instead, he hovers, licking his lips as he forces a smirk. “Satisfied?”

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prettymxn‌:

Trace sat still as the other male began to work on his hair. When Graham said he looked like a used cars salesman he rolled his eyes and said, “Hey now, most guys digged the greasy locks” he pointed out just as Graham began to snip away at inches of his hair. It fell onto his shoulders and he could tell by the weight that it was a decent amount, “Yeah, that’s a good idea” he nodded slightly so he wouldn’t disturb the other male’s work, “Even though at this point, I guess it’s fine if you cut it pretty short - what’s a few more inches?” he shrugged.

“Some? I wouldn’t doubt it, but most? Sounds like a stretch ta me,” Everyone had their thing. No doubt about that, but as hair began to fall, Graham became more and more confident cutting it was the right move. He worked slow, as he promised, pausing every now and then to shift and make sure the sides were even. Before long he stepped back and dusted the last few stray strands from Trace’s shoulders. “Well how about that. You don’t look half bad,” he said gazing into the mirror before turning Trace to face him. “Just a little more in the front and even I’d be tempted,”

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iiinsatiablc‌:

For those brief moments when her lips wander against his neck, painting a path from his shoulder to the soft patch of skin behind his ear, Haley was certain she’d wake with a start in her bed. Limbs tangled around her sheets, hair curling against her glistening skin, fingers itching to delve between her thighs with the memory of Hudson’s freckles painted over his shoulder imprinted upon her lips. She doesn’t wake. He’s here, right in front of her, touch tentatively skating over her frame where she sits upon him. God, if she’d known her afternoon would’ve become this - a tumultuous notion of inappropriate touches, she wouldn’t have spent so much time arguing with him. 

Licking her lips, the brief flash of her tongue against her lower lip, Haley shifts above him when his hand releases its grip only to fall further until the fabric of her shorts rustles beneath his touch. Eyes wide, Haley shakes her head in response to his query. She’s not completely naive. She’s explored herself before, has even allowed a few fumbling fingers to ease the ache between her thighs, but she’s rarely indulged in make-out sessions. “I’ve had kisses,” she admits to him, cheeks flushing a brilliant shade of pink. “None that’ve stolen my breath.” Haley finishes, maneuvering her small frame so she’s straddling him, his bare skin tantalizing against the inside of her thighs, which are bare due to the length of her shorts -or lack there of. There’s so much of him bared to her, so much of him to touch, her fingertips begin to trace the spatter of freckles upon his shoulder. “Have you?” 

He watches her, almost breathless now, as her cheeks flush and her body shifts. Surely he’s imagining this. This was his sister. Sweet. Naive. Sassy. Annoying. Haley. And yet-- she doesn’t hesitate to spread her thighs, her lithe figure straddling him so that he can feel the warmth of her flesh against his. It does nothing to help his problem. No. It only causes it to grow, to harden to the point he feels a burn in his cheeks. But he ignores it, adjusting his grip so that his hands rest on either side of her hips. Drawing attention to it would mean admitting that there was more to what she was doing-- what he was letting her do. Admitting it would make it awkward...wrong. He’d have to stop it. And it-- it felt so so good. Maybe it was selfish. It was. But the heat coiling in his core was spreading, seeping into his mind as he looked up at her. 

“Yes. And I can show you, on one condition,” he murmurs, his lips moving close once more. He can already taste the cinnamon, the anticipation sending waves of a feeling he couldn’t begin to put into words through his frame. “If it works...you do whatever I say after, no questions asked. Deal?”

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rxguesgxllery‌:

muse: sunny, an eighteen year old senior in high school or a recent graduate (verse dependent) who’s college age boyfriend has just cheated on her

‘will you beat him up for me?’ sunny sniffles as she rolls into his side, small arms wrapping around his abdomen. their legs are tangled together and she’s not really sure where her body ends and his begins, ‘or at least help me egg his car or something.’ she murmurs, burying her face in his chest. this right here, wrapped in his arms like this, was sunny’s safe place. for as long as she could remember when she was hurt or upset he was the only person who could make her feel better, ‘i wish i could date you.’ sunny murmurs, laying her cheek against his chest, fingers toying absent mindedly with his hand, ‘you’re better than any of the guys i know.’ when she was little she had been convinced that she’d grow up and marry him. it was only when she got older that she realized not all little girls thought it was normal to want to marry or date their brothers, ‘can i sleep over tonight?’ she looks up at him, interlocking their fingers, ‘i can’t deal with mom constantly asking me if i want to talk about it.’ she shakes her head before nuzzling her face against his chin, the way she has always done, ‘i just want to be with you tonight.’

Glancing down at her from an angle, Nikolas slid one hand up her bicep as the other slipped around her petite waist. “Honestly? The little shit isn’t worth your time,” he said, pressing a kiss to her golden locks. He could feel the heat in his face the moment she’d knocked on his door, her cheeks stained and eyes puffy. He’d love nothing more to beat the little shit to a pulp, but he knew smearin his blood on the asphalt would only bring Sunny more grief. Ian came from money and if their last encounter had been any indicator, he’d go cryin to his daddy rather than take it like a man. “His porsche could use a little color though so that I can help with. Black and yellow look good,” He smirked giving her hip a small squeeze. 

Nik sighed almost contently as he feels her burrow further into him. Seeing her like this-- it’s infuriating and yet, he can’t help but enjoy the closeness it brings. In fact, since Ian came along, he’d seen Sunny less and less. Not that he blamed her. It’d be odd to seek comfort in his arms when she had a perfectly good boyfriend. That obviously wasn’t the case now. “I’m flattered,” Nik replied with a soft chuckle, “but even without the obvious reasons, you’re no better off with me. you’re much too good for anyone around here, sunshine,” Locking their fingers, he draws them to his lips and brushes a kiss over her knuckles. “Sure, I wouldn’t hate that. We can put on a movie or two and relax. And if you really wanna fuck with his ride, we can do it first thing in the morning. Just don’t hog all the blankets like last time. I can’t afford a cold right now,” He squeezes her hand, his eyes narrowed though he’s sure she can see through it. As much as he could hate it, she’d always been able to read him and now as he held her close, goosebumps erupting along his exposed arms as her face nuzzled into his neck, it would be no different.