Multiverse of Muses

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[oliviambensons]

Mariska Hargitay’s new look for her Broadway debut.

[isles-of-man]

Her words shattered the last of his restraint. Luke drove into her harder, the wet sounds of their joining filling the chamber. His fangs ached, sharp and insistent, as centuries of hunger and longing crashed through him. His fangs pierced her flesh with surgical precision, and Selene's cry of pleasure-pain vibrated against his mouth. The taste of her, copper and honey and something ancient and forbidden, flooded his senses as he latched on, sucking deeply while his hips maintained their relentless pace.

"Come with me," he growled against her skin, the vibrations of his words mingling with the steady pull of his mouth. His tongue lapped at the wound, drawing forth her essence while he pistoned into her heat. "Cum now, Selene. Again." Luke's fingers dug into her hips, leaving crescent marks in her flesh as he plunged deeper. The pressure in his balls became unbearable, a tight coil ready to snap. With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and released. Rope after rope of hot seed filled her, claiming her anew with each spurt of his release.

[ofinfinitedreams]

Selene's body arched violently beneath him as his fangs sank home, the sharp sting blossomed into waves of pleasure that crashed through her core. Her walls clenched around his cock, and she milked him with rhythmic spasms as blood welled from the punctures and spilled hot across her throat. "Luke, fuck yes!" she cried, before low whimper escaped when he sucked harder, each pull of his mouth sent electric jolts straight to her clit. Her thighs quivered around his hips, slick with her arousal and the steady drip of his pre-cum.

"Oh fuck!" she mewled as her second orgasm rippled through her harder than the first, her pussy fluttered and gushed around his cock as new waves of ecstasy flooded her. Her fingers clawed at his back, her nails scraped deep lines whilst her hips bucked up to meet every brutal thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed louder as her juices coated them both. When his cock swelled and erupted inside her, and filled her with his release, she screamed his name again, the sound raw and desperate. Her inner muscles squeezed greedily, pulled every spurt deeper as her own release pulsed around him. "Fill me, claim me, don't stop," she pleaded against his ear, her voice hoarse from the intensity. Her body trembled in the aftermath, and still twitched and milked him as the combined heat of his seed and her blood loss left her dizzy and utterly spent beneath him.

[nurturingscul]

Theo couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling a calm wash over him. He always worried that people would judge him or stay away from him because he came with a daughter. Most women would run for the hills or question where his wife was. Nikki was different, she actually seemed more interested now that he had admitted to having a child. He bit his bottom lip from her soft touches, a blush forming on his cheeks. The man slowly moved to let his own fingertips glide into her palm. “I would love to go for a coffee with you but I still want an invite to your place for a three course meal” he teased with a chuckle. Theo finished his drink and pushed it aside before clearing his throat.

Theodore soon glanced to his phone to see the time and sighed a little. “I would ask you to come back to my place for a drink but that might be too forward, I just hate that we have to cut this short. I just don’t want to push you too far, considering Evie may be awake when I get back” he said with a soft chuckle. Theo wanted to see how she was around his child, he couldn’t ever date a woman who didn’t like his pride and joy. Evie would always come first in his life, no matter what.

[ofinfinitedreams]

Nikki studied his features and noticed his blush, she found it endearing, as a soft smile graced her lips. She squeezed gently, her thumb brushed slow circles over the back of his hand whilst she leaned in, a low chuckle expelled from her mouth at his teasing. "A three-course meal at my place? You drive a hard bargain, but I think I can manage that. I'll even let you pick the dessert," she teased, as her eyes sparkled with interest. The idea of cooking for him already had her mind racing to the two of them in her kitchen, the easy conversation flowing whilst she moved between the stove and the counter, maybe stealing a kiss between courses. Coffee first though, she wanted that too, wanted the chance to sit across from him without the noise of the bar around them, just learning the little things that made him smile, like his daughter.

When he mentioned cutting things short because of Evie, her expression softened once again, as she nodded. "I would like that actually, trust me you're not pushing me. But I get it, really. Evie comes first, and that's exactly how it should be. I'd love to meet her someday, when you're both ready, no pressure, just whenever it feels right," she replied with a warm smile. "How about we grab that coffee tomorrow afternoon? Somewhere quiet, maybe with good pastries. And once you've had your fill of caffeine and conversation, the dinner invite still stands. I'll even text you the menu ideas so you can veto anything you hate. Text me when you're free."

[smiitten]

" how...how did you know i loved her? " caesar asked as he looked into her eyes, still a bit incredulous that she was able to read him so effortlessly. was it because he was obvious with his feelings on his sleeve, or was it because she had a connection to the occult and she could see right through him? swallowing thickly, he finds it had to exhale as he looks to her, lingering on her gaze. finding steadiness is an uphill battle for just a moment and he prays that she doesn't see straight through him. exhaling through his nose, he's uncertain of how he should proceed. caesar knows the risks now, but in his heart, he knows what the right thing to do is. when her hand moves to touch against his arm, he feels a wave of comfort wash over him and he's more locked into his decision almost instantly. " i don't know if i will ever be able to let her memory go. i loved her. so desperately. but because i love her, i know she would hate what she's become. i know she'd want to be set free from this darkness. so regardless of what i think and feel, i have to do this for her. so i'm good. i'm committed to the task, i'm prepared to bare the load, and i want to do this. but thank you for taking a moment to make sure i'm certain. i won't forget that you watched out for me in this moment. if you need anything from me, let me know. but there is no price i'm not willing to pay. to you. to whatever otherworldly forces. for this. no cost is too high. "

[ofinfinitedreams]

Dhara's fingers lingered on his arm, the warmth of her touch steady and grounded as she met his gaze without flinching. She felt the tremor beneath his skin, the way his breath hitched when he spoke of her, the woman whose memory still clung to him like a second skin. "I knew because your soul speaks louder than your words ever could," she replied softly. "It's not just the way your eyes darken when you mention her, or how your shoulders tense at the thought of what she's become. It's in the way you carry her absence like a wound that refuses to close. The occult doesn't always need spells or visions to read someone. Sometimes it's just…presence. And yours is loud with love and loss." She let her hand slide down his forearm, her thumb brushed over the inside of his wrist before she withdrew it, and gave him space while still held his attention. Her dark eyes searched his face, to read every flicker of doubt and resolve that passed through him. "You don't have to explain your commitment to me, Caesar. I see it. It's written in every line of your body, in the way you stand here ready to bleed for her freedom even if it costs you everything. But I asked because I needed to hear it from you, not the version you think I want, but the raw truth. And you gave it." She stepped closer, the air between them thickened with the weight of what he offered. "No price is too high, you say. Then understand what that means. The forces we'll call on don't barter in coin or favors. They take pieces, memories, pieces of your will, sometimes more. If you're willing to lay yourself bare for her, then I'll walk beside you. But know this…once we begin, there's no clean exit. You'll carry scars from this, whether visible or not." She reached up, her fingertips grazed his jaw with gentleness, tilted his face so their eyes locked again. "You loved her desperately. That love is your anchor and your weapon. Use it. Let it fuel every step we take to pull her from the dark. And if the cost comes, if it demands something from you that feels unbearable, remember that she would want you to survive it. Not as a martyr, but as someone who chose her freedom above his own pain." She dropped her hand, but the intensity in her gaze remained. "I'm here to guide you through the rituals, to shield you where I can, and to make sure you don't lose yourself in the process. If you need to talk about her, about what she meant, about the nights you still wake reaching for her… I'm listening. No judgment. Just truth." Her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile, though her eyes stayed serious. "You're not alone in this, Caesar. And if the price is everything, then we'll make sure what we summon knows exactly who it's dealing with. A man who refuses to let the woman he loves stay trapped in shadow. That kind of devotion…it carries power of its own."

[smiitten]

taking her home is the most important thing in the world to him right now, away from prying eyes where they could truly explore what they felt for one another. not to mention explore one another's bodies. swallowing thickly, he nods his head at her words, before guiding her towards his car so they could get out of here together, back to her place together, so they could give into this longing. door is opened for nia and he's all but shuffling her inside so they could get going together. once she was in it, he's moving around the front, eyes lingering on his best friend like she was the center of the universe and he was just orbiting her.

it feels like a blur, miles driving them both back to her place, because he's so focused on what they are about to do. hand moves across the center console and moves to rest on her thigh, squeezing it as he drove them through minimal traffic this time of night. every stop light, eyes were darting back to her to check her features for regret, and instead he's met with excitement; smiles and warmth. it's all that miles needs to really commit to what they are about to do with one another. when he pulled into the parking spot, he doesn't know what comes over him, but he can't resist leaning across the car to press his lips into hers, kissing her like air that needed breathing. tongue cards into her mouth and he's breathless by the time he's pulling away from her soft lips. " let's get up to your place. "

[ofinfinitedreams]

Nia's pulse quickened as Miles guided her into the passenger seat, the urgency in his touch sent a thrill straight through her. She buckled up quickly, her eyes never left him as he circled the car and slid behind the wheel. The moment his hand settled on her thigh, warm and possessive, she shifted closer, she parted her legs just enough to welcome the contact. Every squeeze of his fingers made her breath hitch, and she couldn't stop the small smile that formed upon her features each time he glanced over at stoplights. There was no regret in her expression, only the raw anticipation of finally crossing that line with her best friend. Her love for him exploded inside with overwhelming emotions.

As he pulled the car into her parking spot, she barely had time to react before he leaned over and claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue met his eagerly, gliding and tasting as heat pooled low in her stomach. When he pulled back, she already reached for the door handle, her voice low and breathless. "Yeah…come on." She stepped out fast, and grabbed his hand as he made his way over to pull him toward the entrance, her body thrummed with the need to get him alone and finally feel everything she'd been craving. Once inside, she locked the door and slammed his back against it, before her lips found his again. Truly showing how much she wanted this…wanted him.

[isles-of-man]

Simon groaned softly against her neck, intoxicated by her release. The slick heat coating his fingers sent a jolt of primal satisfaction through him. She was magnificent, uninhibited and wild in his arms, yet somehow still composed enough to keep their secret from the oblivious driver mere feet away. At least, he'd hope so - that or dealt with enough couples in the back of his taxi not to care as long as he was tipped well. "That's it, love," he whispered, his voice strained with restraint. "So fucking perfect."

Her hand moved with devastating precision along his length, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. The pressure building at the base of his spine was becoming unbearable. His hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more of her touch. "Rose," he warned, his breath hot against her ear and stifled his groan of pleasure with a chuckle of playful desperation. "You need to stop, or I'll make a mess right here."He groaned when her hand continued its relentless pace, her fingers tightening just slightly below the head of his cock.

Simon's hips jerked forward involuntarily. The pressure was building, his balls tightening as she worked him expertly. The sight of her, flushed and satisfied from her own release, yet still hungry for his, was almost too much to bear. He glanced at the driver, relieved to see the man's attention fixed firmly on the road ahead, still focused, the partition between them a flimsy barrier at best, but the taxi inside was dark and camouflaged them just enough.

The taxi slowed as they approached a red light, and Simon tensed. The thought of being caught like this, his cock out and throbbing in her hand, sent conflicting waves of anxiety and arousal through him."Shhh," Simon whispered, his voice barely audible as he leaned closer to Rosalie. "Lean down, love. Swallow my cum unless you want a mess on our clothes before we even make it to the hotel room."

[ofinfinitedreams]

Rosalie's heart raced with a thrilling mix of danger and desire as the taxi idled at the red light, the driver's silhouette just visible through the dim partition. She met Simon's urgent gaze, her lips curved into a wicked smile at his whispered command, the raw need in his voice made her pussy clench anew around his still-buried fingers. Without hesitation, she shifted lower on the seat, her free hand braced against his thigh for balance as she leaned down, her mouth hovered over the swollen head of his cock before she parted her lips and took him deep into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the underside, tasting the salty pre-cum at his tip, whilst her hand pumped the base in firm, twisting strokes that matched the bobbing of her head. The risk of exposure, the faint hum of traffic outside, the driver's potential glance in the rear view, only heightened her arousal, her thighs pressed together to savor the lingering ache from her own orgasm as she sucked him harder, she hollowed her cheeks to draw out his release.

A muffled groan escaped him as she worked him relentlessly, her mouth bobbed up and down his length with sloppy, eager suction, spit trailed down her chin and onto his balls. She felt them draw up tight against her palm, the telltale twitch signaled he was seconds away, and she hummed around his cock to push him over, hoping that the vibration rumbled through him. When his hips bucked and hot spurts of cum flooded her throat, she swallowed greedily, milked every drop with her tongue lapped at the pulsing veins until he was spent, her eyes watered slightly from the depth but locked on his face in triumphant possession. She pulled back slowly, as she licked her lips clean with a satisfied purr, then straightened up just as the light turned green and the taxi lurched forward. "Mmm, you taste even better when we're this close to getting caught," she murmured against his ear, her fingers traced lazy circles on his softened cock as she tucked him away, her body buzzed with the afterglow and the promise of more once they reached the hotel.

[thatwritingjuju]

continuation from here @ofinfinitedreams

Shutting the trashcan lid, Callum couldn't help the chuckle vibrating in the back of his throat. "The sound of your voice sounded more urgent than just a helpless little spider. I thought someone was trying to break in or something." A sore shoulder leaned against the wall, arms folding across his chest as an amused smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Is this what his life has been reduced to? "Now that Ms. Charlotte's Web has been taken care of, are you able to get on with your day?"

[ofinfinitedreams]

Nikki's eyes rolled playfully, but the smile crept onto her lips unable to hide her amusement. She brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and placed a hand on her hip. "Urgent? I'll have you know, that spider was menacing. He had a plan. A whole web of evil. You just couldn't see it because you're too busy playing knight in shining…sore shoulder," she teased. "Maybe if you'd stretched before your heroic trash-lid rescue, you wouldn't be wincing like an old man." She moved forward, and tilted her head. "But since you asked, yes, I can get on with my day. Thanks to you, my apartment is safe once more," she answered jovially. "I was thinking of rewarding my valiant hero with a coffee. But if his shoulder's too sore to hold a mug, I might have to drink it myself."

[sersh]

FLORENCE PUGH Hair styled by Faye Browne and makeup by Lauren Buckley ahead of Harris Reed’s pool party in Ibiza, May 2026

[ofinfinitedreams]

@neverfittedin asked why are you here ? / to marisol or lexi

Lexi tilted her head, a sly smile played on her lips as she stepped closer to Nick. "Why am I here? Why do you think? I can't stop thinking about you or that kiss," she admitted. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, as her eyes remained firmly on his. "Thought maybe we could do it again," she added hopefully.

[ofinfinitedreams]

@neverfittedin asked [ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting / to anyone

A low chuckle emitted from Jordan's throat as his lips met hers, the playful nip caught her off guard in the best way. She tilted her head slightly, pressed back into the kiss whilst her fingers curled around his shirt. "Mmm, careful," she murmured against his mouth, a grin tugged at her lips. "Keep biting like that and I might just bite back," she added, as her orbs gleamed with mischief.

[ofinfinitedreams]

@neverfittedin asked [ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret / to skye

Skye leaned against the brick wall of the narrow alley, after she ducked out of the crowded party. She adjusted the strap of her bag, and glanced toward the main entrance when movement caught her eye. Nick appeared without warning, as he stepped close enough that the air between them shifted. Before she could register what was happening, his lips brushed hers in a fleeting, hidden press, quick and deliberate, gone almost as soon as it started. The contact left a faint warmth tingling across her mouth, and her pulse quickened. She stared at him, heat crept up her neck while the secret lingered between them like an unspoken dare. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" she questioned teasingly, with a soft smile graced her lips.

[ofinfinitedreams]

@neverfittedin asked [ spiderman ] an upside-down kiss, just like in the movie / to anyone

The room was filled with a quiet tension, the kind that made his heartbeat echo in Willow's ears. His eyes searched hers, and she could see the vulnerability behind his confident smile. As he slowly leaned in, her breath hitched, anticipation fluttered inside of her. Then, suddenly, he turned her upside down, an unexpected twist, and their world shifted. The moment their lips met in that daring upside-down kiss, everything else faded away. It was like defying gravity, a perfect chaos of thrill and tenderness that left her breathless, suspended in time just like in that unforgettable scene from the movie. Her eyes fluttered as she kissed back with intensity, until he broke the kiss, one that left them feeling both breathless. "Wow," she muttered, any coherent thought gone. He had a tendency to do that to her.

[ofinfinitedreams]

@neverfittedin asked [ PUBLIC RESTROOM ]: our muses have sex in the stall of a public restroom. / to anyone

Summer's breath hitched as his hands gripped her hips, and pulled her back against his body in the cramped stall. The lock clicked shut behind them, the thin metal walls barely separated them from the sounds of footsteps and running water outside. "Fuck, Nick," she whispered, whilst she already reached down to fumble with his belt. Her fingers worked quickly, and freed his cock and she wrapped her hand around him. She stroked him once, twice, and felt him harden in her palm. The blonde turned, and pulled her skirt up over her hips and bent forward. She braced one hand on the wall, the other reached back to pull her panties aside. "I'll try to be quiet," she stated, with a smirk that graced her features.

[ofinfinitedreams]

@neverfittedin asked [ STAIRWELL ]: our muses have sex in the stairway of one of their buildings. / to skye

Skye leaned against the wall of the stairway, as she glanced up at Nick. The building was quiet, but the risk of someone walking through at any moment sent a thrill through her. She reached out, and grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him closer until their bodies pressed together. "Come on," she whispered, her fingers already worked on his belt. "Right here. I need you now." She tilted her head back against the wall, her eyes locked on his as she rubbed his hardness through his clothes. "Fuck me," she urged, her voice low and urgent. "Before someone comes down those stairs." She leaned in, and pressed her mouth to his in a deep kiss, fueled by ardent desire.

[ofinfinitedreams]

@neverfittedin asked ❝ You’re like poison I can’t quit. ❞ / to marisol or lexi

Marisol's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile as she stepped closer, her fingers trailed up Nick's chest. "Poison, huh? Then why do you keep coming back for another taste?" They'd been intimate for weeks now. She was rather enjoying it, despite what her friends would say if they knew. They hung around in different circles. She pressed her body against his, ground her hips forward so he felt the heat between her legs. Her hand slid down his chest and traced his muscles. "Maybe you should stop pretending you don't want me. You're supposed to hate me…yet you don't. You can't. Not after everything we've shared." She leaned in, and bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood before she licked it away. "Tell me how bad you need it, hmm. How much you want me."

[smiitten]

her heart is racing and she can't help the smile that was easing onto her face as they spun around in circles, jumping up and down, still feeling like this moment was all to surreal. their band was signed and they were never going to have to sleep in the back of a shitty van ever again. no more fighting over who was going to have to front money for venue fees or anything like that. it felt like life was starting over completely for the two of them. " i don't know if i should cry, scream, or kiss you. shit maybe all three. but after drinks. after drinks! " following her towards the door without even an ounce of hesitation, fingers all still locked in together as they moved out of the apartment. door is locked behind them as she's nodding her head in agreement. " yesssss. i love that place. they have the best fucking onion rings. i'm getting a basket before we drink because i'll appreciate the grease tomorrow when i'm not as hungover. " last part was a lie. nothing could prevent the hangover she was going to have after celebrating something as momentous as this.

[ofinfinitedreams]

Violet's heart raced right alongside hers as the two of them spun in the middle of the living room, her laughter bubbled out in wild bursts that matched the giddy energy that crackled between them. The apartment walls seemed to blur whilst their fingers stayed locked tight, the thrill of the contract still sunk in. "Cry, scream, kiss, hell, maybe all three at once," she chuckled in shock, her eyes bright. "But yeah, drinks first. Onion rings definitely first." She tugged her toward the door, she gave her hand one last squeeze before she let go just long enough to twist the lock behind them. The hallway felt electric as they headed out, her shoulder bumped hers with every step. "That place is perfect tonight. Greasy food, loud music, zero responsibilities. I'm ordering the biggest basket they have and I'm not sharing a single ring until I'm good and drunk." By the time they reached the bar the familiar neon sign buzzed overhead and the smell of frying oil hit her senses. Violet slid onto a stool at their usual corner table, already waved the bartender over. "Two shots to start, something strong, and then keep the pitcher coming. And onion rings, extra crispy, extra salt." She glanced at her with that crooked grin, her leg bounced under the table from leftover adrenaline. "We did it. No more van floors, no more begging for gig money. Just us, the road, and actual paychecks. Feels fake as hell, but I'm not letting go of it."

[smiitten]

garrett is silent for a moment as he feels her moving in between her legs. her words sound like everything he's always wanted her to say to him, and it has his head swimming, still lost because he didn't how they had gotten here. but he didn't want to go back either. looking up at her, hair brushed behind his ear, he can't help but bite into his lower lip. " then let's make this the new normal. mornings waking up to coffee, you in my t-shirt, touching me like you are now, like you did last night. i don't want to go back to what he we had before. not when i think this could be so much better, " garrett explained as both of his hands slowly start to slide up behind her legs, drawing closer to her ass with every passing second. and then without warning, he draws zoey into his lap, hands falling onto her ass as she was now face to face with him. " you sure you don't want coffee? because the opportunity to grab it is about to quickly slip away. "

[ofinfinitedreams]

Zoey's eyes fluttered at the sensations as Garrett's hands slid up the back of her thighs, the heat of his palms made her skin prickle. She barely had time to react before he pulled her forward, and settled her directly onto his lap. Her knees sank into the couch cushions on either side of his hips, and the sudden closeness had her straddle him completely, the thin cotton of his t-shirt rode up her thighs. Her hands braced against his chest, her fingers curled into the fabric as she gazed down at him. The way he bit his lip sent a fresh rush of warmth between her legs, and she rocked her hips forward just enough to press against the growing hardness beneath her. "Coffee can wait," she murmured. Her fingers traced up to his jaw, her thumb brushed over his lower lip before she leaned in and kissed him hard. She didn't hold back this time, she parted her lips to taste him, her tongue slid against his as her hips rolled again, she ground down deliberately. When she pulled back just enough to speak, her mouth hovered over his. "I want this. You. Right now. No more pretending." Her hands moved down to grip his shoulders, her nails dug in lightly as she shifted, she pressed more firmly against the bulge in his pants. "Touch me like you did last night. Don't stop." She kissed him again, slower this time, she sucked gently on his bottom lip before releasing it. Her ass filled his hands perfectly, and she arched her back to push into his grip, silently encouraged him to squeeze harder. "Make this our new normal, Garrett. I want to wake up like this every morning, your hands on me, you inside me, no going back."