May's Muses

Miscellaneous multimuse rp blog - Selective - 18+ Only (Sideblog, likes and follows from larrythecentaur)

[decaywarden]

@maysmuses said:

💍 Julian, villain or vigilante him and hero or villain her, I'll let you pick the funnest vibe, as long as we can inflict them both with heart attacks 83

It wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this, not ever.

She stared at the ring on her finger - beautiful, considering the circumstances. How the fuck did a drunk man even pick a good ring on the spot ? She'd expected a ring pop or some stupid thing like that (under normal circumstances she'd have enjoyed the good laugh of a candy ring, but this was NOT funny right now), not this carved band, not this small rock. It almost felt purposeful, if not for the fact she knew it wasn't.

Because they were enemies.

She could see the headlines ... " Pro Hero The Warden drunk marries Villain The Raven in a whirlwind friday night romance ! ". This was so stupid - she didn't even like alcohol !! Why did she do that ?!

Looking at her new husband sleeping next to her, she frowned, pensive. Then smacked his stomach - not as painful as a punch, but startling enough.

" Get up. You better hope you have the money for a divorce. "

Because she sure doesn't.

[maysmuses]

Julian didn't often drink this much, but he wasn't totally unfamiliar with this horrible blocky feeling in his head, either.

In his miserable stupor, he was vaguely aware of another person near him. It was such a comforting presence, someone he was so happy to be near...

Then the smack, startling him awake. He gazed blearily at the light, trying to think through a brain fog denser than tungsten.

Divorce? What? Who?...

His eyes (both of them, his eyepatch was off) finally focused on the speaker.

...Oh. Warden. A disheveled, irate, devastatingly beautiful Warden.

The familiar mix of delight, despair, and professional rivalry he always felt upon seeing her was quickly replaced by further confusion and unease as her words really began to penetrate the fog.

"...Uhm, huwha?" he articulated brilliantly.

He held up his hand, noted the glint of gold on his finger, no gloves either, what state of undress was he even...

He sat up suddenly, taking stock of his clothes and body, filled with a horrible dread.

What if they'd made love and he'd missed it?!

Clothes, mostly intact. Neck, bruise-less. Any lipstick on his face? He couldn't tell. Did Warden even wear lipstick? He looked at her to verify if she had any smudged on her lips.

[girlnextvore]

Me making a oc : i gotta figure out how this one is being tortured

[f4therlesssss]

need to get tortured by someone that adores me

[infernal-veins]

Allowing him the kiss to her knuckles, she giggled coyly.

“Now how could I refuse such a generous invitation? It would be my pleasure to accompany you, good doctor.”

[maysmuses]

He offered her his arm, his smile warm and inviting, the blush still tinting his cheeks.

He led them along a quiet street towards the canals. "Is this your first time in Vesuvia, my dear? I feel sure I'd recall meeting you if we'd ever crossed paths. But I *have* been, ah, rather absent from the city in recent years."

[infernal-veins]

Ba-bump.

“Doctor, you say…?” Lucretia replied with a smile, internally trying to calm herself, you just met the man Lucretia, calm down.

“Such a noble profession,” she purred, “I admire doctors, truly.”

“Goodness, I hope I haven’t embarrassed myself. What brings you out here on such a lovely evening?”

[maysmuses]

Julian's face burned all the brighter for the comment. He didn't think he was personally much worth admiring, buuuut... Well. He was far from immune to flattery.

"On the contrary, dear lady, I find your frankness rather endearing." He reached for her hand with intent to press a chaste kiss to her knuckles, if she permitted it.

"And as you say, it is a lovely evening. I was taking a detour on my way to my favorite haunting grounds, to enjoy the nice weather a little longer. I wonder, if you are not busy yourself, you might care to stroll in company?"

[infernal-veins]

@maysmuses

“Is that so?”

[maysmuses]

"O-or, uhm, so I've been told, at least..."

[infernal-veins]

How interesting. This one now had her undivided attention.

“Lucretia de Fialis. To whom might I have the pleasure?”

[maysmuses]

Sill blushing, the tall lanky man suddenly seemed to recall his manners.

He bowed with a flourish of his coat. "A charming name. Doctor Julian Devorak at your humble service." He gave her a roguish yet warm grin.

[infernal-veins]

@maysmuses

“Is that so?”

[maysmuses]

"O-or, uhm, so I've been told, at least..."

[lunaotic]

Stellar Waves - Lunaotic

| Buy me a coffee

[decaywarden]

Washing her dishes in the available sink after lunch break, singing to herself with quite the pep in her step.

❝ ... pis si c'est pas c't'année, ben comme dirais René, à la prochaine fois ... ❞

[maysmuses]

Hopelessly endeared, Julian drifts over to her. He makes enough noise to be sure she knows he's there, before gently wrapping his arms around her from behind.

He gives a happy hum, resting his head on her shoulder.

[maysmuses]

Hmm. He nodded. He wasn't exactly in a position to judge, so he didn't intend to. Long as she didn't pose a threat to himself or bystanders, he supposed. There wasn't much love lost between himself and heroes, after all.

"Ah, I see. Personally, I'm only interested in preventing casualties. I'm something of a healer, you see." He gave her a rakish grin, as if being a healer was an edgy admission. For him specifically, it sort of was.

"I wanted to be handy if they hurt any civilians." He'd heal a hero, if put in the position to, but only because he couldn't stand to be responsible for a death he could prevent. Villains were complicated; sometimes letting one of them die would save others, and that seemed like a harder call to make. Thankfully, he hadn't had to, so far.

[decaywarden]

A healer, he said. A vigilante, then, she assumed. Not a hero, but certainly not a villain, if he aimed to be ' handy ' for harmed civilians. Well, she supposed, she couldn't knock him for it. He might come in handy if things below went any worse than they already did, and she herself had somewhat of a code when it came to her villainy.

❝ Then keep your attention below, bird. Things are taking a turn, ❞ she replied, gesturing to the fight below.

Indeed, the villains had taken the upper hand in the battle down below, with one of the heroes knocked to the ground, possibly passed out. For herself, she was still debating going down there and taking all of them out for the crime of being on her territory, and annoying her. She could. But were they worth her time ?

[maysmuses]

He followed her gaze, sobering. Hero down, possibly needing healing, but he'd wait until the battle resolved before trying. He had a very limited amount of healing he could do at any given moment. Plus, you know, not wanting to die in the crossfire. "Anyone else injured, that you've seen?"

[maysmuses]

A figure wrapped in darkness and feathers stepped out of the shadows to join her. He wore a raven-themed mask over the top half of his face, though his auburn hair seemed more identifiable than his face would have been.

"Ah, I confess, I didn't expect to see anyone else up here..." His gaze was fixated on the fight below, watching for injuries he might be able to fix. "I apologize for the intrusion; I doubt it will take long."

He knew why he was up here, but why was she up here? He glanced at her warily.

[decaywarden]

Tensions rose in her shoulders as the stranger approached her ━ cloaked in darkness and feathers, he likely wasn't one of the ' good guys ' fighting down below ━, though some of it eased as he spoke. Still, her guard was up ━ it always was.

Silently, she turned back to inspect the fight, watching between the four people in the alleyway. Evenly matched, it seemed ━ two heroes, two villains. She almost wondered how it wasn't over quicker.

Feeling her observation partner's eyes upon her, she spoke, though not facing him.

❝ They're in my territory. I am deciding whether or not the victors will be allowed to walk away without repercussions from me. I don't tolerate meaningless scuffles near places under my ... jurisdiction. ❞

A potential villain did not need to know the true reason ━ that The Warden knew who was living in the buildings adjacent to this fight. This neighborhood wasn't proper by any means, but it did not imply only criminals lived here ━ she knew of at least one single mother living in the room next to that alleyway. And she may be a villain, but Maxime was no monster. Not yet.

[maysmuses]

Hmm. He nodded. He wasn't exactly in a position to judge, so he didn't intend to. Long as she didn't pose a threat to himself or bystanders, he supposed. There wasn't much love lost between himself and heroes, after all.

"Ah, I see. Personally, I'm only interested in preventing casualties. I'm something of a healer, you see." He gave her a rakish grin, as if being a healer was an edgy admission. For him specifically, it sort of was.

"I wanted to be handy if they hurt any civilians." He'd heal a hero, if put in the position to, but only because he couldn't stand to be responsible for a death he could prevent. Villains were complicated; sometimes letting one of them die would save others, and that seemed like a harder call to make. Thankfully, he hadn't had to, so far.

[decaywarden]

Stood atop a nearby building's roof, The Warden simply watched the fight below in silence, having hoped to not be noticed by anyone down there, heroic or villainous. It seemed her hopes had been in vain. With a sigh, she spoke first;

❝ So, about to put me in my place for observing ? Make it quick, or make it interesting. Either way, it better be worth my time. ❞

[maysmuses]

A figure wrapped in darkness and feathers stepped out of the shadows to join her. He wore a raven-themed mask over the top half of his face, though his auburn hair seemed more identifiable than his face would have been.

"Ah, I confess, I didn't expect to see anyone else up here..." His gaze was fixated on the fight below, watching for injuries he might be able to fix. "I apologize for the intrusion; I doubt it will take long."

He knew why he was up here, but why was she up here? He glanced at her warily.

[decaywarden]

It's pocky day, and she is holding a pocky in her mouth and looking at your muse.

[maysmuses]

Julian would be dying blushing looking at her lips even if he didn't know the implications, but he does, so he's burned half to death.

He chuckles softly in spite of the aforementioned blush-dying, and leans in.

"Careful, Dear Heart. Old habits die hard, you know, and I just might be tempted to theft."

He nyooms smoothly in to bite the pocky and kiss her in one motion, then he's already backed off and chewing it with a cheeky smile.

[maysmuses]

As hard as the final weeks of his studies had been, Julian had been weighed down by a much heavier thought as his finals loomed.

Once he had his permit, he held no illusions that he'd never see Warden or Eraserhead again. There would be no reason for them to tolerate him further, and he'd finally be out of their hair. They'd been very kind to support him through this process, especially Warden, who'd spent so much extra time helping him. But Julian didn't intend to burden her any more than he already had.

He'd stay out of her way, from now on. He owed her that much. That didn't mean he liked the idea. Quite the opposite.

Foolishly, even knowing how things would have to end, he'd allowed himself to become accustomed to her presence. He liked spending time with her, liked sitting up at night discussing interesting topics, liked making her laugh, the sight of her smile, the sound of her voice, the touch of her hand, the force of her determination, the strength in her kindness, the care in her words, the grace in her fight. He liked how she never made him feel like the burden he knew himself to be.

More than liked, if he were to be honest. Much more than merely liked.

Heavens above, he was such a wretched creature.

And now he was about to lose her entirely.

So his smile that day was bittersweet at best, though he was trying to force it for her sake. He didn't want her to think him ungrateful. And he was, admittedly, a little bit proud of himself for managing to pass. He'd never wanted a license, but having it did take a little bit of pressure off his chest. He wouldn't have to look over his shoulder so much. That was a novel feeling, after such a long time running from the law. He was a free man.

Too bad freedom didn't come with the one thing he actually wanted.

"Hmm? For telling me wha-" was as far as he got before she was kissing him.

....His brain completely short circuited. Kissing him. She was kissing him!!! Pure elation clashed with utter confusion. This wasn't in his little script. No, he was supposed to hide his misery through this celebration meal, and then bid her farewell. Not- What- WHat?

Dazed, stunned, gobsmacked, he stared at her as she spoke. Every word more astonishing than the last. She liked him?? She'd always liked him??? She wasn't- She didn't hate him for that initial unwanted boldness???? What????

"You- UhM- Wait- Whahuhh- Um- I- Ah- Um- You- I- You-" He struggled to put some random mouth sounds together into actual words. "You like me? You- What- Why???? Why would you like me??? I'm- Shouldn't you hate me???"

[decaywarden]

❝ Yeah, I should. You acted like a deviant, and you were a villain when we met, ❞ she smirks, knowing full well her words would fluster him even further. ❝ By all accounts, I should've left you to the wolves when you got arrested. ❞

Her smirk grew a little bolder, and she stayed intoxicatingly close to him as she spoke. But make no mistake, she was nervous too. Nervous this was too much, nervous that this little play of acting a little seductive was going to bite her in the ass. But she wanted to. She liked seeing Julian flustered.

❝ But things don't always follow the mold we make for them. You are, unfortunately for me, terribly attractive, Devorak. Handsome, adorable when flushed pink, and - and I knew this from the moment I knew your motivations - a kind man. I knew you had potential, beyond being a villain. You could be a great man. And ... and you are. You've always been. You just needed encouragement. And I was more than willing to offer it to you. ❞

Then, finally, she pulled away, to give him some space, some air to breathe that wasn't filled with the smell of her shampoo. Maybe enough to let him clear his head, without being overwhelmed by her. Dear god, maybe she was doing too much ?

❝ ... I'm sorry if this is too forward, I just ... I mean what I said, Julian. I'd like to keep seeing you, outside of tutoring sessions. At ... dates, maybe. ❞

[maysmuses]

If flustering him was part of her goal, she was succeeding far beyond expectations. His face was getting redder the more she talked and the closer she was to him. He looked sunburned.

Was he dreaming? Was he drunk? No, he'd never been so drunk as to start hallucinating, and his dreams were never this wonderful.

Too forward? He almost laughed. How could this be too forward, when he'd practically been begging, in that first meeting? Deviant was putting it lightly; he was obscene. But in spite of all that, she was here, asking to see him again. To keep seeing him.

A painful squeeze in his chest crushed his happiness, reminding him that he didn't deserve this. That she would be better off, not getting mixed up with him.

Sobering, he swallowed and tried to express this.

"...Nothing in this world would make me happier, Maxima. I mean it. It's just... How do I put it..."

He sighed and gave a wry smile. "...Bad things follow me, Max, I... I bring bad luck and pain to people close to me. I always have. I haven't spoken to my sister in a decade or more, because I don't want to bring her any more suffering. I..."

His face fell into misery. "...I don't want to hurt you, Maxima. I... I desperately want to go out with you, but I also want you safe and happy. You deserve every happiness. And I'm... I'm so me..." He said the word with clear disgust at himself.

[decaywarden]

" Anonymous " said:

Julian, reading her text and swiftly turning the color of a tomato: [???? With... me??? You want a baby with *me???*]

Warden wants YOU to give her a baby.

Oh this prank is going GREAT.

[ TXT > Beakman ] ideally yea [ TXT > Beakman ] i wasnt planning to have it with best jeanist [ TXT > Beakman ] no offense to jeanman

[maysmuses]

Julian can feel his heartbeat in his face. [TXT > Darling] I [TXT > Darling] I'm honored, deeply, but are you sure? [TXT > Darling] One of the others would certainly make a better father choice

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

[maysmuses]

drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy !!! let's spread a little sunshine ☀️

sunshine for my in-law !!

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