poison and wine

selective & private multi-muse indie roleplay blog. written by china. 21+. current thread tracker header by @multi-royalty-commissions / pinned by @byufo

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#LOVESHARD is a selective multi-muse / multi-verse / multi-fandom indie roleplay blog focused on queer muses. slice of life, supernatural, fantasy, superhero, and horror centric. dead dove content warning applies. triggering content will be present / tagged. mun does not equal muse. fandom crossover friendly. written by china. 21+ writers only.

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[nouvelis]

anthony didn’t voice it, but he noticed everything — the demanding tug in his hair, the breathy whimpers as his boyfriend bucked his hips upward, the shivering skin that could barely contain his need. little reactions that pointed out to him that his boyfriend’s patience was slipping rather quickly, and it was his favourite spot to see xavier in, all burning with need for him. the movie continued playing in the background, foreign dialogue he could only comprehend bits and pieces of and dramatic shouts that indicated the drama was escalating, but neither of them were paying attention. his lips curled into a devious grin at xavier’s whining, almost flashing his teeth akin to a cheshire cat. it was amusing, hearing his boyfriend compare his acts of teasing to actual crimes. “i could be crueller.” he could drag this out for minutes, even hours to come, but his lips finally parted from a wet kiss on xavier’s thigh — perhaps leaving a mark there that would take a day to fade — as he looked up to study his boyfriend’s face better. his hand slid upward and wrapped around his boyfriend’s cock finally, his thumb ghosting ever so lightly over the aching tip, providing enough friction to drive the man even madder but not enough to satiate. “aren’t you going to tell me what you want, baby?”

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he could have told anthony what he wanted right then and there. whispered it, screamed it. god knows he would have if his mouth would make the sounds he imagined. his brain seemed to have separated from his tongue, and for several long seconds, formed only curses in response to anthony's hand working him with just enough pressure to edge on torture. maybe it was the power trip his boyfriend was after—xavier couldn't blame him. payback was rightfully deserved for how he had been the entire week, with persistent, flirty texts and selfies he sent from the gym. but now the tables had turned, and he couldn't let him win. even if—especially if—he liked the idea of surrendering more than he was willing to admit. "like you don't already know," he gritted once he got his mouth to cooperate. he tried to play it cool, maintain some illusion of composure, but his body was a traitor—cock twitching and flushed against his boyfriend's palm, hips chasing after their touch. there was a flare in his stomach that burned straight through his core, leaving his body utterly restless. "c'mon, baby," he muttered as his eyes narrowed down at the man, at that taunting smirk and those dark eyes, "ease up with the training wheels. you're getting a little cocky down there."

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@loveisliquor sent: 🌻 for a worried text from texting starters

[ → lucky charm ] : heyyy so 😗 [ → lucky charm ] : did you fall into a manhole. get kidnapped by a cult. join the circus [ → lucky charm ] : these are all valid life choices but i need updates

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@chrrybabie sent: pillow talk - receiver dirty talks to sender from tagged inappropriately ask prompts

what surprised holden most wasn't how quickly he ended up naked in adriana's bed, but how natural it felt, almost like an extension of the conversation. it could've been the bottle of prosecco they shared doing the heavy lifting, but by the time her nails left little red indentations behind his shoulder blades, he knew it was more than that. he watched her, the entire time, searching for cracks in the polish. was she performing? was he? there was still so much left for both of them to figure out. it was as terrifying as it was thrilling. when her eyes flickered shut, he traced the movement of her lids in the dark, the little way she parted her lips. her quickening breath meant he was getting to her, and that mattered more than anything he could articulate.

"eyes on me," he whispered, reaching up with a firm hand and turning her face toward his, purposefully slowing the pace, "i want you right here."

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@whimsikills sent: 😘 to kiss my muse on the cheek from nsfw emoji ask prompts

she kissed him on the cheek. not on the mouth—not hunting his tongue, not bargaining for power—but something more generous and fragile. blaise wasn't certain if that was purposeful or simply incompetence. no one had ever done that, not since his mother, and mom's kisses were always loaded with bad news or promises she'd forget to keep. he didn't think he'd signed up for this type of peril. what was a man supposed to do with quiet affection? "you missed," he drawled, settling his hands at lulu's hips. "target's two inches to the right."

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mirror sex + pet names for alfie and xavier c:<

TAGGED INAPPROPRIATELY ASK PROMPTS (@likeag6s)

a bed would've been the ideal location; maybe even the kitchen counter would've sufficed, but somewhere between the bar cart and the closest available flat surface, logic dissolved and gravity did what it always did when the pair collided. the walk-in closet, already in disarray, greeted them with a minefield of designer tags. shopping bags were thrown everywhere, suit jackets hastily placed on hangers, and a tangle of silk ties left out to serve as witnesses of what happened next. now, shirtless, pants kicked off and briefs at his knees, xavier had the bare minimum patience to kick a pair of louboutins aside before pressing alfie forward at the waist and bending him—at first, over a leather ottoman—then redirecting them both toward the mirrored wall. in the process, they knocked over a cologne tray off the shelf, a stack of oil sticks falling to the floor. a call to his cleaning service was probably the only thing that could salvage the carpet tomorrow.

the first thrust nearly toppled them both onto a cashmere sweater pile on the floor, but alfie's palm braced them against their reflection, smearing his fingerprints down the reflective glass. he caged the man from behind and reached around, forearm tight across alfie's chest, the other hand gripping beneath his jaw and tipping his face toward the mirror so they both had to look at themselves, what they were doing, how completely wrecked they were. pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, hair mussed into wild angles, both of them reflected back as something pained and beautiful. he couldn't look away. "my sweet boy," xavier whispered into the shell of their ear, "will you look at us? tell me we don't look so good together." he used his grip on alfie's jaw to tip his head a fraction higher and caught their blue eyes in the glass, holding still, the moment obscene and vulnerable at once. nothing disguised, nowhere to run. crashing into each other together for no one but themselves.

the two dozen or so dry-cleaned blazers did nothing to muffle the frantic noise of skin on skin, and xavier couldn't decide if he liked the look more than the sound. he leaned into his ex, folding himself over the man's back until his lips found alfie's neck. between grunts of pleasure, he set his teeth into the skin, a playful nip, then soothed the mark with a slow, apologetic tongue. a first of many declarations to be followed up with a second, then a third. evidence of another clumsy reunion. their body responded instantly—a tremor, then a desperate buck. xavier trailed a line of soft, open-mouthed kisses down the edge of his neck, taking greedy detours with every stutter in their breath. alfie's sweet murmurs crumpled into a string of incoherent words as his teeth grazed his shoulder. eventually, all he could make out was his name. "xav, xav, xav," became a hypnotizing chant, the volume turned up every time xavier pulled alfie back for more. even in repetition, he couldn't get enough of the mantra, almost couldn't believe he'd stood so long on pride, convincing himself he could ever do without this. without alfie. "fuck, baby," he sighed, easing the pressure and set his cheek against their shoulder, pulse thundering in his ears. "you have no idea how much i fucking missed this."

[dungeon-party]

the court jester/free use toy that gets turned on by humiliating themselves for the courts amusement

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📷 for zayn

send me 📷 or "snapshot" and i'll share photos of your muse my muse has saved on their phone!

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📷 for anthony

send me 📷 or "snapshot" and i'll share photos of your muse my muse has saved on their phone!

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📷 for Pandora

send me 📷 or "snapshot" and i'll share photos of your muse my muse has saved on their phone!

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📷 for tweety

send me 📷 or "snapshot" and i'll share photos of your muse my muse has saved on their phone!

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finishing up my sat class then i'll be online for the rest of the weekend to bother y'all with replies :)

[inksplit]

[messrpt-blog1]

send me a ➹ and a fc ;; i'll create a character on the spot !!!

[filmgifs]

THE MONKEY (2025) dir. Osgood Perkins

[0pium-of-the-people]

[blcssom]

a laugh was certainly not the reaction ezra had been expecting, but it was better than all the alternatives he had prepared himself for. despite the uncomfortable (but not entirely unwelcome) way his chest squeezed around the sound, locking it away in a part of his memory ez pretended he had no say over. "it's choreographed?" he can't help but sound incredulous. "well, let me tell you personally, the rehearsal does not show." it's a relief to have the easy banter return between them, though. he'd never been skilled at the art of traditional, polite conversation, but he was well practiced in jabs and playful taunts. "i'm not sure you want a written note, my penmanship is... about what you would expect." by which he meant unceremonious scribbles that were barely legible on a good day. "and i'm not sure i could ever match up to the artistic vision you're bringing on stage." but he did feel that maybe he owed devon some sort of an apology. if not for the alleged insult, for crossing a boundary he wasn't entirely certain he'd backed away from entirely. "but i could offer apologies in the form of baked goods: it's really the only thing i think i'm decent enough at to offer anyone."

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baked goods? his single soft spot has been hit. devon's grin grew a smidge wider, but the flip in his stomach was less subdued than he'd like to admit. "there's a method to my madness. you just don't have the range to appreciate," devon countered, saluting with his glass then drained the last inch in one swallow. he could practically feel the splinters of hope poking up from the wreckage, annoyingly insistent—if he and ezra could joke and laugh about the dumbest possible things, maybe that would mean something. maybe they can pretend none of the messy stuff mattered, or at least it didn't have to. if this conversation can't convince him of that, then the undercurrent of gin probably can, given around around. "but i would never say no to dessert delivered personally to my door. it's one of my five love languages," he declared, looking over at his friend from the rim of the now-empty glass. "in fact, i'd say dessert is an underrated apology medium. if more people ran their conflict resolution that way, the world would be a less tragic place," he offered with a laugh. "so. what's your signature? don't tell me you're a snickerdoodle guy. you have more character than that," he asked, squinting at ezra as though he could deduce their specialty from facial structure alone.