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@ofmagicallonging
Hi I'm Kaela, the mun behind this blog. This is an 21+ indie rp blog. I have a range of orignal characters available for all sorts of interactions.
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🖇️ Power & Control
🖤 “You’re mine. Say it.”
🔗 “On your knees, where you belong.”
🪢 “Tied up and helpless—just how you like it.”
📿 “You don’t get to touch without permission.”
🪞 “Look at yourself. Look what I do to you.”
🩶 “Be still, pretty thing. I didn’t say you could move.”
🍓 Tease & Denial
👅 “If you beg nicely, maybe I’ll give you what you want.”
🔒 “Not yet. You don’t deserve to come… not until I say.”
🥀 “All that squirming won’t get you out of this.”
🧷 “You’re such a needy little mess. It’s adorable.”
🫦 “You like being teased, don’t you?”
🎀 “If you want to be spoiled, you’ll have to earn it.”
🎭 Exhibition & Risk
🚪 “Keep your voice down—unless you want them to hear.”
📸 “Hold that pose. I want to remember this.”
👁️ “You like being watched. Don’t lie.”
🪟 “The blinds are open. Do you care?”
📞 “Try to act normal while I’m doing this.”
🛋️ “We shouldn't be doing this here.”
💌 Possession & Praise/Degradation
🥵 “Good [boy/girl/pet]. So obedient for me.”
🩸 “You’re mine to ruin.”
🫀 “I’ll break you apart, then put you back together.”
🧊 “Is this what you’re good for? Taking what I give you?”
🌶️ “Tell me what you are.”
💬 “Use your words. I want to hear how much you need it.”
Unfortunately, you were born with too small of a mana reserve to do magic. That's not going to stop you from learning the theory to the letter, though.
Pippin leant into her touch. It was so welcoming and helped him.relax in seconds. All that tension he was holding was starting to go. He let out a small whine. "I just want them safe, mistress. I want to be a good alpha for them and protect them. I should be able to do this." Yet he had to wrap an arm around her to keep himself standing. "Other alphas would be fine."
"I know you do, Puppy," she cooed softly, letting him lean on her as she guided him to bed. "No one would be fine after almost a week of no sleep. And you are a good alpha, you're also just still learning, and that's okay."
She coaxed him to lay down once they got to the bed and she reached to run her fingers through his hair again. "You can't be a good alpha if you don't take care of yourself, too, Puppy."
Once he was laying on the bed, Pippin wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He rested his head on her and instantly found himself relaxing. "I just wanted them all to be happy and safe." He explained as he settled more. The bed felt amazing, he couldn't deny that. Having her stroke his hair was even better. "I do think i should be alpha...I never know what to do, Mistress. Its so hard and any other alpha would have resolved this all by now."
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Bronte had been having all these vivid fanasties about Teo for a long time now. They felt so real. But they were inappropriate. He shouldn't be thinking these things about the man he called uncle. Yet he couldn't shake them. Recently they'd been more frequently and he didn't understand it. So he thought the best person to talk to would be Teo.
After practice one day, he went straight to the older man's house. Once he was let inside, he remained standing, almost scared to sit. " Teo.. why do I keep having all these thoughts. They're wrong. But yet i keep seeing you tying me up and fucking me rentlesslessy. I see you pulling my hair and forcing me to watch myself be fucked in a mirror. All these vivid thoughts and they feel real. I don't understand."
Bronte looked up at him, still confused but there was a sense of familiar as Teo touched him. "I dont understand these memories. I mean I understand, all the sex parts. I know what is happening. But I don't know why we have done so much together in so many ways."
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They hadn't slept together yet despite Kaius regularly asking for it. In fact every time he was with them, he all but begged for it. Though every time it was the words of not yet before teasing his cock and training his hole. Yet despite not getting what he so desperately longed for, he came crawling back every time. Today had been no different as he left his duties early to come to their call. Clothes off and on his back as once again his cock was teased and edged while his hole was worked opened. "Please can we tonight. Please I must be ready by now. I can take it. Please. Please give it to me." He pleaded desperately.
Noises were got in Kaius's throat as he gasped for air. His hips were bucking madly from the overwhelming fullness of the rod. His entire body thrashed and twitched on Xaiver's lap, unable to do anything but that.
Open starter
Muse: Fendrel
Plot: Fendrel has seen a statue of themself at a muesum and is not coping
Any connection welcome (ideas include, someone from thier past life, friend, lover, someone trying to trap them)
Max loved museums so Fendrel often let Max take the lead when they were there. For Fendrel it was weird, a lot was things they had seen and lived through and others were just reminders of how much they had missed when they trapped. Neither of which they particularly welcomed.
This particular muesum Max had been talking about forever and they were finally there. But one particular exhibit was what forced Fendrel to swap into being in charge. It was all from the very time period they had lived through. But more specifically it was about them and the people they knew. Fendrel found it hard to walk about the space until they saw it.
A sculpture in the middle of the room surrounded by some matching pieces. They recognised it instantly and the pain it brought back. They remembered posing for it with their love. They remembered all the time spent on it. The way they had encouraged the artist. Every little detail was clear to them as the day they had first seen it. Then they read the little plague and their heart broke even more. Tears had formed in their eyes and they wanted to run. But they were frozen in the spot. "Its wrong" was all they could initially say. "They loved me. I loved them. They got my story wrong. I didn't abandoned them and they didnt hurt me. Its wrong. Its all wrong." They yelled as the anger took over the pain.
Fendrell snuggled up.against their partner with a smile. "I understand how it works. Sort of. Enough to use it." They explained. "I mean Max does the work side of the tapping. He does the work and I help sometimes. But he likes to keep it separate." They rested their head on his shoulder, instantly getting comfortable from it. "I'm trying to learn everything but it all gets confusing sometimes so describing things can be hard for me as well."
Erik didn't know how to react then. He knew he needed to get changed but he was intrigued by the man so he followed him to the kitchen. He grabbed himself a drink out of the fridge before jumping on to one of the counters to sit. "Why do you want me in your life? I don't get it." He said softly. "I'm the results of an experiment who definitely won't live a full life nor has control of their life. I don't get why anyone would want that."
He ran a hand through his hair as he thought of a way to start that conversation but he couldn't think. "You're going to need to start that. Im not a virgin and I know what Kinks I like. But relationships aren't something I can comment on." He admitted. "But if we're talking Kinks since you shared your hero kink, some of mine are pet, praise, intox, inspections and bondage."
"I'm not familiar with 'intox and inspections'. Can you explain them? But I will explain why I'm here first."
With everything put away, he sat down at the table.
"When I first came here, I was lost. New city. Mom had just died and I was supposed to meet my half-sisters for the first time. But some idiots tried to mug me right outside your door and you came roaring in like this...magnificent beast and...you saved me when I had a gun pointed at my head. I saw the horns. I saw the markings. I saw you. I saw my hero. And I saw someone that maybe needed a hero of their own. I kept dreaming about you. Every night. Every damned night. I couldn't get you out of my head."
He chuckled softly.
"I want to know you, Erik. Everything about you. I want to be your sanctuary."
"Intox is short for intoxication. I like being used when I'm high or drunk. Better yet if the other person got me in that state." Erik explained. "Inspections is when the domiant inspects the submissive over. Taking their time to touch and check their prepared and so on." He added on.
He looked at the man and sighed at the explanation. "Do not call this magnificent or anything like that." He growled. His leg was bouncing as he tried to think whether he wanted to do this. But now was a good a time as any. "All this isn't magnificent. It's the result of years being in a lab and experiment to my parents." He let that sit in the air for a few mintutes. "Yes my parents. My parents that cared so much about being able to manufacture magic and didnt have any volunteers that they used their own son."
Erik pulled off the hoodie he was wearing so all the marking could be completely seen. particularly the ones that were swirling around his chest. "These aren't a choice. This is what it did to me." He said bluntly. He pointed at the marks just above his heart. "This is where my body is rejecting it in turn slowly killing me.." again he ket that sit in the air again.
"This whole house and everything i could ask for in it is because the man who funded the experiments feels so guilty he is trying to atone for it." He paused and picked something up to idealy play with it. I chose alone because it is easier than telling anyone that. I pick alone because it is easier than getting close knowing you are going to die sooner than you should. I stopped going outside to help people with my magic, because not only was it killing people like your attackers. It was killing me quicker."
Bailey couldn't contain his smile as he listened to Xandros. The words were a music he had wanted to hear. It was like they were both on the same level of thought. "Oh I never said i was going to pay you with money. I have much better uses for that. My payment was always going to be me." He purred. He straightened his head and with it, his ears straightened themselves. Every point that Xandros had made was the points he'd been craving to hear. He knew how perfect this chance was and he couldn't wait.
"I am well aware being a rake is a childish paint by numbers. But it has done the job so far in hiding what I require to be hidden. People are fools and easy to trick. The lie didn't need to be detailed. Just enough to divert from what I needed it to." Bailey knew full well there was aspects of his lifestyle that were more shunned. In fact his very encounter with Xandros the previous night was one of those. But he had other things he preferred private and in a world with a lack of privacy, being a rake had been the simple solution.
Bailey delicately stood himself up and closed the gap between them. He had to stand on tip toes just so his lips could brush against the skin of the man as he spoke. "We had a deal the moment you stepped in my chambers last night. This was just finalising the details." He whispered before placing a delicate kiss to the man's cheek. He then took a step back and gently moved himself into a kneeling position. Similar to one he'd taken up the previous night. "Shall we begin? Because I'm sure as you noted last night, I'm not the most patient of people and honesty I'd love to rile my dearest father up more today if that is an option. I want to see if I can turn him red at dinner."
The soft, velvety purr of Bailey’s voice, the confident declaration that he was the payment, struck Xandros with the force of a physical blow. It was a surrender and a declaration of war, all at once. He had expected resistance, perhaps fear, but he had not expected such a perfect, willing offering laid at his feet. A tremor of pure, unadulterated power ran through him, so intense it felt like a current running up his spine. His hands, where they rested on the cool mahogany, curled into fists, the leather of his gloves groaning in protest. He was not a man easily surprised, but Bailey was proving to be a constant, delightful series of shocks.
When Bailey moved, rising from the chair with a dancer's grace, Xandros’s entire being tensed. He watched, transfixed, as the smaller man closed the distance. The world seemed to slow, the dust motes dancing in the library’s light frozen in mid-air. He saw the calculation in Bailey’s eyes, the slight shift of balance as he prepared to rise onto his toes. And then he felt it—the impossible lightness of Bailey’s body pressing against his, the whisper of fabric, the delicate brush of lips against the rough stubble of his jaw. The touch was a brand. A possessive mark as bold as any Xandros might have made. The warm breath that accompanied the whisper sent a jolt straight through him, bypassing thought and hitting raw, primal nerve. "We had a deal the moment you stepped in my chambers last night." The words echoed in the sudden, roaring silence of Xandros's mind.
He watched, breath held, as Bailey took a step back and then, in a single, fluid motion, sank to his knees. The image was a shard of glass in the gut, so beautiful it was painful. It was the posture from last night, but infinitely more potent now, bathed in the daylight of the library and underscored by the bargain they had just struck. The delicate fabric of Bailey’s trousers pooled around his thighs, the pale skin of his face and exposed wrists a lovely contrast to the dark, ancient wood of the floor. He was a supplicant, a sacrifice, and a king claiming his throne, all in one breathtaking figure.
Xandros’s control, a thing he had spent decades forging into an unbreakable shield, threatened to shatter. A wave of possessiveness, dark and absolute, crashed over him. This was his. This defiant, beautiful, brilliant creature was his. He pushed himself away from the desk, the movement sudden, decisive. He took one step, and then another, until he stood directly over Bailey. His immense frame cast the boy in shadow, a living eclipse.
He did not speak. Words felt clumsy, inadequate. Instead, he slowly sank to one knee himself, lowering his own considerable bulk until they were nearly level. The floorboards groaned under his weight. He was still larger, a mountain kneeling before a foothill, but the gesture was one of profound intimacy, of meeting Bailey on the ground he had chosen. He reached out, his large hand moving with aching slowness, and cupped Bailey’s jaw. His thumb, calloused and rough, brushed against the soft skin just below Bailey’s ear, the disparate textures clear against his touch. He tilted the boy’s head back, forcing him to meet his gaze.
"Oh, we will begin," Xandros rumbled, a low, dangerous vibration resonating in the very air. "We will begin by making that vein in your father’s neck throb so hard he will think it is his own heart trying to escape." He leaned in, his face so close their breath mingled. "But we will do it my way. The art of riling a man like him is not in loud declarations. It is in subtleties. In a glance that lasts a second too long. In a touch that is both proprietary and tender. In making him question, in making him wonder."
He released Bailey’s jaw, letting his hand trail down the side of his neck, his fingers tracing the delicate line of his collarbone over the fabric of his shirt. "For dinner," he continued, murmuring, "you will be at my side. Not across the table. You will sit in the chair next to mine." He let the order settle. "You will let me pour your wine. You will accept it without question. When I speak, you will turn to me as if I am the only other person in the room. And if I should choose to rest my hand on the back of your chair, or," he paused, letting the silence build, "on your knee beneath the table... you will not flinch. You will not pull away. You will allow it. Do you understand?"
He waited, watching the play of emotions in Bailey’s eyes—excitement, fear, and that deep, thrilling spark of defiance. "We will not give him a scene to scold you for. We will give him a portrait of ownership he cannot comprehend, and it will slowly, beautifully, drive him mad. That," Xandros concluded, a flicker of a ruthless smile touching his lips, "is how we turn him red."
Bailey was surprised that the man joined him on the floor. There was no way in his wildest thoughts did he think Xandros would join him. He thought the other would merely remain towering over him. But this was more intoxicating than that. "Loud declarations have got me this far. Earlier was simply proof of that. Him calling for help in the form of you is another proof." He hummed with a smile. His ears were twitching gently as he spoke. But he did understand where the man was coming from.
"But surely that is what he wants me. This well behaved creature that he believes he has control over. If im following everything you do, which we do know i can do very nicely as proven last night, is that not what he wants?" Bailey wanted to the reassurance that this plan would cause maximum frustration to his father. The man deserved to not get what he wanted. Bailey would do anything to not be what he wanted.
But then another thought crossed his mind. "It sounds like you want me to act like a little perfect wife?" He raised an eyebrow at that. He looked completely curious by the idea. It intrigued him. "Do you think me acting like that towards you will drive him mad?" He asked. He then smiled as he thought about it more. "Would it please you to know that I'm wearing the lace from last night? That definitely helps complete the little wife act, right?" He teased, hoping for some sort of reaction.
"I must admit i have my doubts about this plan. But i suppose j will have to put my trust in you knowing that this is what will rile a man like my father the most." He mused out loud. He was uncertain but Xandros seemed to understand exactly how men like his father were. "I am willing to try it. My hesitation isn't an refusal."
For every 📎 I get in my ask box, I'll post a thread that I want to do.
Not necessarily with the person who sends. Just a thread I want to do in general some day.
For every 📎 I get in my ask box, I'll post a thread that I want to do.
Not necessarily with the person who sends. Just a thread I want to do in general some day.
free uuuuse oh my god. horny dad coming up behind you, grinding into your ass, shoving his face in your neck no matter what you're doing– you always end up on your knees, or leg hiked up, foot on the counter, pants shoved down and panties pulled to the side. forgetting all about what you were trying to do before he came onto you, used you to get off. grunting and moaning all breathy and covering your mouuuth or grabbing at your hair or
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Herbie was sat in the window waiting for his master to return. His pussy was dripping around the toy that had been stuffed in him before the man left. He had been sat there all day. The moment his master left, he'd followed to watch the man leave and hadn't left once. But then he finally saw the familar car pulling up in the driveway way. In complete exicitement, he ran to wait by the front door. His tail was wagging furiously behind him. The moment the door opened, he looked up at the man with a smile. "master! You're back! I thought you were gone forever."
Sterling walked in, smirking seeing Herbie waiting for him, leading Pippin in by the leash. “No, I told you, we were going to take Pip to the competition….” He gently pet Herbie “look at you… dripping all over the floor… making such a mess….”
Pippin walked in proudly behind Aterling, with a medal around his neck from his first competition of the year. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the exicited pup in front of them.
"I forgot." Herbie admitted. His smile only got bigger as he was petted on the head. The thudding from his tail got louder at the exicitment. "New toy is bit big.. but i can clean it up..." then to prove it, he started to lick up his mess, ignoring the fact that when he moved,.it meant he was just making a mess in a new space.
munday questions
📅 How long have you been roleplaying, and what got you started?
🌊 Do you prefer plotting everything out or going with the flow?
🪞 How similar are you to your muse(s)?
🎭 What’s your favourite genre to roleplay (angst, fluff, horror, etc.)?
💖 What’s a trope you love and will never get tired of?
🚫 What’s a trope you avoid or dislike?
🎧 Do you associate songs with your muse(s)? If so, share one!
🥹 Do you ever get emotionally affected by your threads?
🛋️ What’s your ideal RP writing environment (music, silence, chaos)?
✨ What’s your favourite thing about your muse(s)?
⏳ How long does it usually take you to reply to threads?
📝 Do you prefer short replies or long, detailed ones?
🏆 What’s your proudest thread or RP moment?
🌐 Do you enjoy crossovers with other fandoms?
🕵️ Do you stalk blogs before following them? Be honest.
💕 Who are you having the most fun writing with, at the moment?
😶 Are you shy about approaching new RP partners?
🌟 Where do you get inspiration for your writing?
🖼️ Do you make edits, moodboards, or playlists for your muse(s)?
😭 What’s the saddest scene you’ve ever written?
✈️ If your muse(s) could go anywhere, where would they go?
🎁 What’s a random fun fact about you (the mun)?
💻 Do you RP mostly on mobile or desktop?
🌙 Have you ever stayed up way too late just to reply?
🎲 Do you like doing random starter calls or planned plots more?
🤔 What’s something you’ve never tried in RP but want to?
✍️ Has your writing style changed over time? How?
🎯 Do you set personal goals for your RP (activity, improvement, etc.)?
🧪 Have you ever experimented with a completely different writing style or format?
🧑🎨 Do you prefer original characters, canon characters, or a mix?
📊 How much research do you do for your threads (if any)?
🔐 Do you keep secrets about your muse(s) from other writers on purpose?
✏️ Do you write outside of RP (stories, poetry, etc.)?
⛰️ What’s the hardest part of roleplaying for you?
🧱 What helps you get out of writer’s block?
📐 Do you prefer long-term threads or short interactions?
🚪 How do you usually start a new thread? Dialogue, action, or description?
⛓️💥 Have you ever taken a long break from RP? What brought you back?
🧠 Do you believe muses “have a mind of their own”?
✂️ How much do you edit your replies before posting?
🎬 Has any media (show/movie/game) recently inspired your RP?
🌀 Do you enjoy chaotic threads or calmer, character-focused ones?
🌱 How do you develop your muse(s) over time?
⚡ What’s something small that instantly makes you excited to reply?
📥 Have you ever adopted ideas from other writers into your own headcanon?
⚔️ Do you like conflict-heavy plots or softer dynamics more?
🪫 How do you handle losing motivation for a thread?
📦 If you had to move your RP somewhere else, where would you go?
🛑 Do you have any RP boundaries or topics you will not write?
😤 Do you have any pet peeves when it comes to RP partners or threads?
💌 Do you prefer people to DM you for plotting, or just jump into asks/starters?
🔄 How do you feel about dropping threads vs. pushing through them?
🫶 What makes you feel most appreciated as an RP partner?
👤 Do you ever write characters very different from yourself on purpose?
📚 Do you reread your old threads? Why or why not?
🎮 If your muse(s) were in a different genre (fantasy, modern, sci-fi), what would change?
Corian was trying to hard not to panic but he couldn't help it. "I've been on suppressants for a year and half. I ran out this week and didn't get a chance to get more." He blurted out to the alpha. "I haven't had a heat that entire time. I don't think it will take a day to take full effect." His hands were trembling with fear. He didn't want to ruin this moment at all. Star gazing with an alpha had been a dream of his for so long but he was ruining it.
"I stopped having heats to prevent being left in heat. My ex left me when I was in heat. I woke in the morning and he was gone." He explained. "I can't do that again... I don't want to wake up in heat alone again." He was frozen on the spot. Unable to decide whether he should leave or stay. But the fear was undeniable.
"If you did me the honor of spending this heat with you...I promise before the moon and stars that I would not leave you. Unless it was temporary to go to another room to get you snacks and water."
He's on his feet, arms wrapping around the younger man.
"I know we have not been...intimate...as of yet. My anatomy differs from an Earth male of humanoid origin. I hope that does not scare you. We are...sexually compatible. It'll just feel...different."
He brings Corian's chin up with his thumb and forefinger so the other looks at him.
"And if you do not want to trust me this heat...allow me to be by your side for snack and water fetching and toy supply."
Corian wrapped his arms around Atlas and held him tightly. "I trust you." He whispered. "Please spend the heat with me." The words of reassurance had been everything he'd needed in that moment. It was like his alpha just knew what to do and say to soothe him.
"I do not mind what you are like. I'll learn how to best please you." He promised, looking up at the alpha. "My ex was my first and i do not have a great deal of experience. But I will learn everything I can to please you, Alpha." Corian promised. He loved to learn and dedicated himself to it regularly. So learning how to please Atlas was a dream for him.
