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[ivygrcws]

𝑖𝑣𝑦𝑔𝑟𝑐𝑤𝑠 : an independent , low activity , semi-selective multimuse rp blog ━━ lovingly penned by 𝑎 ( 25+ , she/her , & cst ! )

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[garrett-hannah]

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[vindicatcs]

closed for @ivygrcws , continued from here !

nicco knew this was a bad idea. he was inches , perhaps moments , from having the cops called on his ass. but nicco , his toxic personality spewing out , wasn't going to give up. he couldn't give up. he could fix this , could mend what he had broken. couldn't he ? and then , what would he do to ensure he wouldn't break it again ? he couldn't think that far ahead , couldn't consider the possibility that this was just to prove that he could win. that he had hollis wrapped around his fingers , even after all he had done. he knew the other knows him , knows how can get when he's attached. if they're not careful , this could become dangerous. he all but jumps off the pole when the door opens - eager , heart racing , positioning himself in front of the crack. " hollis. " it's breathed out , deep brown eyes boring into him. eyes take him in , shirtless , and he sucks in a breath. " you are my baby. you'll always be. i know i messed up , i . . . " as good as nicco was at breaking things , he was just as skilled at fixing them. making himself seem pathetically apologetic. " i know i fucked up , okay , but you don't understand. i need you , hollis. i need this. i'm not going to stop . . . " he pauses , realizing how low his voice got , how dark his eyes must be as he's staring into the doorway. " please. can i please come in ? i just want to talk. "

[ivygrcws]

he'd tried so hard to bury his feelings for nicco, to banish their relationship to the grave. but he'd pathetically spent each night scrolling social media : delving into every new person nicco followed, keeping tabs on every photo he was tagged in, and spiraling over who he had been replaced with. hollis should've gone out and tried finding someone new - - should've indulged the hundreds of hockey fans in his dm's who wanted him, but none of them were nicco. what he had with nicco was lethal - - he'd become hollis' own personal damnation. hollis had reveled in the way nicco obsessed over him and taken each heartbreak with a twisted masochism - - loving the pain. sees the ( all too familiar ) dangerous look in espresso hues and immediately feels his armor crack. "no…no, nicco. you don't deserve to call me that anymore," lower lip trembles, fighting off tears and fighting off the urge to collapse in his ex-boyfriend's arms and forget everything that'd happened. "you don't need me…if you needed me, you wouldn't have tried finding another body to fuck. i would've been enough." but the timbre in nicco's voice sends a shiver down his spine and the way he looks at hollis makes his heart melt. and he concedes ( despite every voice in his head telling him not to ). opens the door and ushers the brunette inside. "what do you want to talk about?" raises a brow, arms crossed over his bare chest, "i feel like we've gone over all there is to say." his resolve is crumbling and he wonders if nicco can see it.

[ivygrcws]

ꪆৎ closed starter for @thefvrious / based on prompt 2 from here !

it'd been tough ; a long night dodging media after a bad loss and ignoring calls from his angry father ( not to mention the bruises that decorate his ribcage and the bloody lip he's sporting ). baby blues are hazy and distant - - hart shouldn't let them see him like this. surely it'll frighten them and ruin what they have. tide is pulling at his ribs because he knows it's getting late and the two hadn't shared an overnight together yet, but hart needs them. he just doesn't know how to vocalize it. "i promise i'll be fine," gives a half-hearted smile, "i know you probably have to be up early tomorrow." his gaze says something different, there's a plea in them : please stay.

[fvrmeden]

creed's gaze is completely fixed on milo's lips as he takes a deep breath, making sure that he holds the flame close so that the end of it could catch. of course, milo doesn't manage to do it on the first try, and honestly, creed is not even surprised. "hey, it's not bad," creed shakes his head, patting milo on his knee before letting his hand rest right there as he rolls the cigarette between his fingers. honestly, when he first started smoking, he has never been any better. and that is what he says too. "everyone sucks at first. maybe we should try somethin' else," he hums before an idea comes to his head. reaching out, he presses his thumb against milo's chin, gently pushing it down. "but you need to trust me, okay? and open your mouth," he whispers. "you're gonna breathe in. i'll let you know when." creed quickly lights up the cigarette before putting down the lighter and resting his hand on milo's thigh again. with one more look into milo's eyes, creed takes a deep drag before leaning so impossibly close, only inches before their lips touch, and breathes the smoke straight into milo's mouth.

[ivygrcws]

embarrassment comes in the form of pink cheeks and a soft giggle. milo was so thrown off by creed’s gaze on him ; how could he manage any task with those eyes lingering on his lips? milo knows there was a practical reason as to why creed was focused on his lips ( and it unfortunately didn’t involve creed wanting to kiss them ). “you don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” words are spoken with a fond grin that dances from ear to ear. heat rushes from his chest, creeping up his neck when creed’s palm settles on his knee. it sends a lightning strike straight down milo’s spine. breath hitches when creed’s touch lands on his chin, gentle yet in charge. doe-eyed, milo nods ( can’t gather the words to speak ). wraps an arm around creed’s shoulder, hand finding the nape of his neck and his heartbeat threatens to spill from his lips. “i trust you,” milo manages after a few moments. jaw falls slack, not really knowing what to expect - - but it certainly wasn’t creed’s lips inching closer. eyes flutter shut and smoke fills his mouth, fingers curling around creed’s neck all the while. this was dangerous ; this was going to be milo’s ruin.

[sunbecms]

"yeah, i can kinda tell," sebastian confirms, a satisfied smile plastered over his expression at the idea of being the one to rile kobi up like this. it's nice to know his body still reacts to him two years removed. that much is very mutual. he doesn't think to question why kobi would suddenly break his celibacy for him. connecting dots has never been his strong suit — people need to do that for him. "you're killing me," he warns at the comment that he's very pent up for him, specifically. seb doesn't know why he thought it'd be a good idea to crawl into bed with kobi and tempt himself in this way, but he didn't think any of it totally through until it was happening. so now he's squeezing kobi's sides with both his hands and wondering if it'd really be that bad to just go for it. but before he can come to any kind of decision, they're on a topic sebastian couldn't have predicted if he'd tried. the conversation slips from him before he can stop it, spinning into a mess as he feels kobi pull himself from his grasp and admit to feeling something 'way more' than friendship. he's surprised. floored, actually, and it takes him a moment to compose himself. 'i always have', kobi had shared. so seb's playing immediate catchup, running through the course of their friendship in his mind and wondering exactly when things shifted for him. there's that guilt in his chest again, but this time it's carried by the realization that he might've been leading him on every time they hooked up with each other. all the flirty comments, the ones he remembers and the many more he doesn't, they contributed to this, too. his eyes are wide as their gazes catch ( he's been practically gawking at him this whole time, dumb and trying to make sense of any of this. ) "no — i'm glad you ... i'm glad you told me." what's he supposed to say ? it's true that sebastian didn't reciprocate the feelings back in the day. but what's equally surprising to him as kobi's confession is that it doesn't totally freak him out. he's confused, sure, but he doesn't feel a need to jump from the bunk and run. and shouldn't he ? "oh fuck, kobi," seb props himself up with an elbow and lifts the edge of their blanket to wipe the other's face. "i don't want to hurt you. i'm processing. i just really had no idea." forgetting this is out of the question.

[ivygrcws]

“shut up, bash,” he teases, words falling in a fond giggle. part of kobi feels pathetic for it - - the only person who had this effect on him was sebastian. but the other part of him is reveling in feeling alive for the first time in a long time. finger comes up to poke that smirk of sebastian’s, the adorable one that threads itself through so many of kobi’s favorite memories. “oh, i’m killing you?” questions with a raised brow, fingers dancing their way across sebastian’s plump lower lip. he leans down to whisper against tanned cheek, “if only you knew what you did to me.” the words are meant to be felt more than they’re meant to be heard, spoken in a low timbre that kobi, himself, doesn’t quite recognize. he knew they were tiptoeing across a line they couldn’t come back from ; one that would surely be the death of kobi - - but what a way to die. however, kobi’s stubborn inability to keep his thoughts to himself landed them on the wrong side of that line, the line that all but disappeared as soon as he confessed his feelings. he’s waiting, not daring to move as the silence washes over them like a wave. he’s certain this is what drowning feels like : tears filling his lungs, lips struggling for air, and he’s losing his grip on his lifeboat ( sebastian ). finally the other speaks - - and he’s not mad or recoiling, but he’s also not saying much. and for a second kobi doesn’t know which outcome would be worse. he can’t help but notice that sebastian doesn’t touch his cheeks to wipe his tears, opting for the blanket instead. and, is that a sign? that sebastian doesn’t want to blemish himself by touching kobi again? “you really didn’t know?” he asks, breathless and in shock. how had sebastian not seen it? he shifts further, curling long legs up to his chest in an attempt to make himself smaller, to take up less space in the bed and in sebastian’s life. “take all the time you need,” words are murmured through a soft cry, “i shouldn’t have…” he’d just gotten sebastian back in his life and he’d royally screwed up ; he knows this could likely ruin things forever.

[ivygrcws]

anyone in the mood to write angst and pain, enemies 2 lovers, and hurt x comfort 👉👈

[vindicatcs]

open starter : m / f / nb ( 21+ ) muse : nicco crocetti , twenty - seven , bisexual , dealer & mechanic. plot : nicco has a very obsessive ( & persuasive ! ) personality & can't seem to let his ex go

nicco knew that he shouldn't be here again - and yet , knuckles rap softly on the door , body leaning against a pole as he waits for them to open the door. due to his recent . . . behavior he truly had no business trying , but nicco was never one to take a damn hint. " c'mon , baby. " it's spoken through the wood in front of him , hopefully loud enough to piece through. " i know you're in there. we can talk about this , just answer the door , please. "

[ivygrcws]

he'd been so stupid. hollis wasn't the smartest guy in the first place, but how had he allowed himself to get lost in nicco? all the signs were there, hollis just chose to ignore them. and now, he was left a shell of the man he once was. he'd skipped practice ( and gotten fined for it ), he stopped going out with his friends, and spent hours wallowing away in bed. always having been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, hollis curses the day he let nicco in. the blonde had successfully ignored his ex's first attempts at trying to get him to open the door, but tonight was different. hollis couldn't fight it anymore, he had to see nicco ( even if the sight would break his heart all over again ). shaky sigh slips through his lips as he creaks the door open - - just slightly. hair's a mess and he didn't bother putting a shirt on, his mind just needed to see those brown eyes. "i'm not your baby, nicco," voice is uncharacteristically sullen, almost has a bite to it, "and you can blame yourself for that." fuck, those eyes. he has to force himself to stay on track. "what's there to talk about? we're done."

[mythshire]

the rp pipeline is so beautiful. strangers to mutuals. mutuals to writing partners. writing partners to sending each other twelve messages about how their muses would grocery shop together.

[icedcvffees]

part of taylor still expects hollis to pull back and laugh, claim the offer was just a joke after all. but the longer hollis is on his knees, those broad hands trailing purposefully over his thighs, the more real it seems — somewhere between one laugh and the next, a hitch of breath and a stutter of his heart, they crossed the line of no return. staring down at hollis like that, the tease of his fingers over his length as he works at the button and fly, taylor realizes he doesn't want to stop and go back. " yeah, hols — i'll tell you. " his voice is still in that rough, low rumble, kicking his jeans all the way off to the side somewhere when they're left down around his ankles. every nerve seems too raw, his body all too aware of hollis' proximity and muscles tense with the anticipation. desire pools its way south with a delicious heat, and he's already half-hard from the build up by the time hollis' breath ghosts hot through the thin fabric of his boxes-briefs. the easy way he reacts to it all ; it has to be the simple fact that he hasn't been with anyone else in too long — that's all it is.

maybe hollis expects him to shut his eyes, pretend he's just some girl giving him head or whatever it takes, but the thought doesn't even cross taylor's mind — he's far too aware of hollis' broad-shouldered form kneeling between his legs, brown eyes unable to tear away as something about it already lights him up in a way other hook ups haven't. he's never seen hollis' cheeks so pink, the rosy dusting tripping over something in his head that taylor can only define as pretty, matched with a new kind of glint in those gorgeous blue eyes. it's just head, talton. stop overthinking it. thinking starts to get a little too difficult anyway as hollis' mouth moves wet and hot over his hardening cock, the length soon filling out to strain impressively against the fabric of his boxer-briefs, thin fabric doing very little in way of preserving modesty. " fuck — ... " it's pulled from his lips in a low sigh, thighs falling open as the tension starts to release, hips rolling slightly beneath hollis' touch in a reflexive bid for more. maybe he ought to be more embarrassed at how quickly he got hard for his best friend, the touch still through fabric and not even directly on his cock, but he knows he's safe with hollis — even in this, what might be a grossly crossed line. and fuck, he wants more, wants to know if that mouth feels as good as his mind is already imagining it to be. " fuck, hols — " the words come rough, brown eyes blown dark as he looks down at hollis. " — take them off. "

[ivygrcws]

he's careful and intentional with each of his movements, not wanting to spook taylor. hollis is nearly one-hundred percent certain taylor's never been intimate with a man before ( let alone his best friend, his partner on the ice, the person he shares a living space with ) - - he knows how overwhelming it must be. hollis is relieved when he hears taylor's confirmation : that he'll ask hollis to slow down or stop if he changes his mind. despite the fact that the blonde has dreamt of this moment, has pined for something more with taylor, he wants his best friend to feel comfortable and safe in his touch. as lust darkens hollis' gaze and a soft whimper slips from his lips at the simple sight of taylor in his boxer briefs, it's clear that they hadn't merely crossed a boundary ; they'd shattered it completely. lips are aware that taylor's growing harder beneath them, and hollis has to fight back the urge to devour him. surely ( if taylor is getting aroused ) something deeper hums beneath the surface, right? or is hollis just getting his hopes up to inevitably watch them crash around him.

wants so desperately to lean up and capture taylor's lips in a kiss that's fueled by adoration, to memorize taylor's very breath with his lips. but somehow that would be more intimate than where they find themselves now. eyes grow hazy, though don't break from taylor's velvet gaze - - all-consuming and driving hollis' heartbeat into full throttle. he wonders what's going through taylor's mind as he watches him painting his boxer briefs with warm kisses. hues flicker with a lust unmatched when taylor curses, the way his hips buck forward drag a low groan from hollis' lungs and he can't help but smirk lazily. the gentle demand sends a lightning strike down hollis' spine and he's eager to obey, teeth tugging on the waistband for a pop before his fingers loop beneath and pull them down. "fuck…" he rasps, drinking taylor in. his thighs are straight muscle - - thick and full - - and the sight of taylor's cock makes hollis gasp. sure, he'd caught glimpses in the showers before after a long practice or grueling game - - but he'd never been able to stare long enough to appreciate its beauty. and he'd never seen taylor hard. hollis' own arousal grows needy, but he barely has time to notice, not when he has taylor sprawled out and waiting for his lips. fingers wrap around the base of his shaft, a shaky sigh falling from his tongue at his first touch. hollis gives a few slow strokes, not breaking eye contact, before leaning down and dragging his tongue slowly from base to tip, and fuck, if he isn't addicted already. tongue dips into the slit of taylor's cock, flicking a few times before lips wrap around his length and slowly sink down.

[bigassbowlingballhead]

[7minute]

there's   a   lazy   grin   on   her   lips,   not   because   fem   finds   anything   funny   or   that   she   deemed   their   conversation   unserious   but   because   tawni   could   tell   that   he   was   trying   at   the   very   least.   he   didn't   want   this   to   turn   into   an   argument   either.   〝   we   did.   it's   why   we   were   together.   〞she   nods,   acknowledging   her   past   with   alex.   she   wouldn't   deny   it,   tell   him   how   bad   for   each   other   they   were   to   make   amari   feel   better,   it   would   only   come   across   as   if   she   was   attempting   to   throw   him   off   from   being   suspicious.   〝   i'm   not   gonna   downplay   my   relationship   with   him   because   that   wouldn't   help   either   of   us   in   the   long   run.   we   were   good   together   and   then   after   awhile   we   grew   apart,   so   we   broke   up.   〞shrugs   casually,   stepping   one   step   closer   to   the   other.   〝   you   know   me,   i   always   go   after   what   i   want.   and   i   don't   want   alex,   i   want   you.   〞

[ivygrcws]

whenever  she  speaks  of  alex  ,  amari  can't  help  but  grit  his  teeth  .  hates  acknowledging  that  tawni  had  something  real  with  him  -  -  unfairly  (  and  petulantly  )  wishes  he  was  the  only  person  she'd  ever  been  with  .  but  amari  is  desperate  for  this  relationship  to  work  (  he  needs  tawni  more  than  he  needs  air  to  breathe  )  ,  and  he  can't  be  childish  when  she's  being  so  honest  with  him  .  “  you  were  good  together  ,  ”  he  echoes,  closing  his  eyes  as  he  tries  to  process  her  words  .  “  do  you  miss  him  ?  ”  eyelids  flutter  open  ,  seeking  her  gaze  -  -  and  hoping  for  the  best  .  but  as  tawni  steps  closer  ,  every  single  one  of  amari's  worries  vanish  and  all  he  can  focus  on  is  her  .  his  gorgeous  girlfriend  who  he  loves  .  a  slow  smirk  curves  onto  his  lips  ,  heartbeat  racing  in  his  chest  as  his  gaze  rakes  over  her  .  “  oh  ?  you  want  me  ,  huh  ?  ”

[tipsys]

closed for @ivygrcws: any muses (summer fling, best friends, unrequited love, etc, they're at a boardwalk/beach/park/etc)

"c'mon, live a little..." there's a smile on her face that's sparkle rivals that of the finest jewels. her hands reach out to find theirs before pulling them towards her. "just one dance, that's all i'm asking."

[ivygrcws]

jalen's not one for drawing attention to himself ( though, it's impossible not to when he's standing next to saga ). she's stunning, can command a room with just a flash of her hypnotizing smile. it's no surprise, then, that she convinces jalen to join her. he follows her tug, body crashing into hers as a laugh escapes him. "one dance," raises a brow ( playfully acting as if he means business with this deal ). a warm blush tickles his cheeks, "though, i might need you to lead the way."

[silkchvffon]

SHE'S DANCING TOO CLOSE to the flame and she's bound to get burnt. it feels way too good in this warmth to stop though. « maybe you should try harder, » she suggests, but the contradiction of her statement is made clear by the way she's moving closer to him, head tilted up to keep their gazes mirrored. « just checking. » she grins playfully, one hand reaching up to flick a piece of fuzz from his shirt. « i don't know, i haven't really seen the sensitive side of you. but i do know a thing or two about athletes. what makes you so different, hm ? »

[ivygrcws]

places a hand over his chest, loopy grin curving onto his lips as he stares down at her. "i'm afraid i'm weak in your presence," hollis muses, tongue dragging over his lower lip as eyes get lost in hers. "besides," he's breathless now that she's close ( the scent of her perfume intoxicating ), but maintains his composure with a challenging brow, "something tells me you don't want me to try harder." heart stutters, fumbling over itself pathetically as her hand ghosts him. "stick around and find out. i know you're curious…and i love to prove people wrong." leans forward, lips brushing the shell of her ear, "let's stop all of this pretending, yeah?"

[cliqbaits]

"yeah, why not?" and he takes a beat, he's never really looked at his roommate as more than that, his sister had warned him that dating roommates was a bad idea, so he'd kept it platonic until now. but if they're fake dating, he couldn't have picked someone better. ari is gorgeous, plus he's one of rip's best friends. if he was going to date someone, ari would be a pretty great candidate. "my audience will love you." he adds reassuringly, "so…what do you say? wanna be my on stream boyfriend?"

[ivygrcws]

ari's gaze had lingered a little too long on his roommate before, his heartbeat had quickened once ( or twice ) in the past when rip had shot ari a smile meant only for him - - but that was normal, right? that happened with best friends ( though, it'd never happened with any of ari's other friends ). "i mean…" rubs the back of his neck nervously, a pink blush blooming across his cheeks, "don't you think you're out of my league?" a soft laugh escapes him, gently nudging rip - - trying to lighten up, play it cool. "you think so?" he's still apprehensive, but he trusts rip. "very romantic," a slow grin dances on ari's lips, eyes softening. "yeah, i'll be your on stream boyfriend. i'm sure your viewers will be quite envious of me." and maybe ari's ex will come crawling back.

[cliqbaits]

⌕ rip is a streamer who's tired of listening to your muse complain about how much they want their ex back, so he's helping them concoct a plan to make it happen !!

⌕ wanted dynamic: roommates / siblings best friend / fake dating ⌕ open to: any muse over the age of twenty one. ( m / f / nb )

“so i have a crazy idea.” rip’s face is bright as he settles next to them and shrugs, “your ex watches my stream right? maybe you should come on and we can act like we’re dating? that’s bound to get a reaction out of him, right?”

[ivygrcws]

chocolate hues widen, shock written on his features. ari's shy, usually prefers to walk through life going unnoticed, so the idea of being on camera terrifies him. "rip…" gives the other a smile ( his roommate is always coming up with wild ideas ). but, ari can't deny this is a brilliant one. brows furrow, "wait, are you serious? you'd…you'd be okay with your viewers thinking we're dating?"

[vindicatcs]

intoxicated by the feeling around him , taylor finds himself chasing this moment. nerves through the roof , taylor's heart rapidly thumped in his chest like it was threatening to fall out. he was a lover by nature , but he had never felt something quite like this before. like if he didn't kiss atlas , he might die. he knew that that severely went against their agreement. it was casual. it was supposed to be casual. but there was nothing casual about how he craved atlas. nothing casual about the way he was looking at the person who he was supposed to be just friends with. a gentle hum leaves his lips when he feels the others fingers in his hair , urging his body closer. instead of saying anything else , he welcomes the kiss. it's soft , tender , and taylor feels his entire body melting into it. where lips would typically meet in a frantic , intense matter is now slow , needy passion. it makes his head spin. a hand moves to rest on the other's cheek , deepening the kiss but only elevating the affection it's laced with. he pauses then , pulling back slightly when words are murmured against his lips. don't hurt me. taylor wouldn't dream of it. " you're safe with me. " is the first thing he thinks to reply , because a simple i won't didn't feel like enough. " i promise you. i won't do anything to hurt you. " he kisses atlas again , like he's sealing his words. " but i'm trusting you to do the same. "

[ivygrcws]

he's on fire from head to toe, heart ablaze as he wraps one of taylor's curls around his finger. this wasn't supposed to be happening, but atlas' heart was nearly shoving itself into taylor's palms. every movement, every breath dripped in adoration, in love. the best laid plans of mice and men, right? why had he held himself back from heaven on earth? why had he forced himself through hell and closed off his tortured heart? he can't even remember why now that taylor's lips are moving against his. it's complete bliss - - every brush of their lips igniting atlas, opening a whole new world for him. the kiss is dizzying, leaving atlas' knees weak and he melts into taylor's touch. hand grips taylor's waist as lips memorize every curve in the other's. when taylor parts the kiss, atlas is breathless - - cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen, eyes dancing with what could only be described as awe. taylor's words wrap around atlas' heart, warming it immediately and soothing his racing thoughts. a soft smile curls onto his lips, gaze softening - - a silent 'thank you.' a soft hum buzzes against the kiss. free hand runs up taylor's chest ( feels every cut of muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt ), chasing his heartbeat before settling at the base of his neck. "i won't hurt you, i promise." forehead rests against the other's, "if i get scared…if i try to hide, pull me out of it. i don't want to retreat, i want to grow….i want you."