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Indie roleplay blog for a bunch of characters written by Trice Multimuse/verse/ship (she/her . 32 years old . gmt+2 . german)

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#dni.

tokyicons

#leah.

#rylan.

unavernales

"a dinner where i don't have to smell raw fish? i could bust right now." serghei smiles crookedly, adjusts his hips so he can grind into noori's sweet spot. the dhampir probably knows his husband's body better than his own. it's a point of pride, and serghei loves to take the younger apart. how lucky, he always thinks to himself, to be granted this view: noori, uninhibited, blushed and sweaty and in the throes of pleasure.

"brat," the dhampir coos fondly as he slows the pace of his wrist. abandons pumping noori's cock all together in order to press down on his lower tummy. make him feel how well his body warms serghei's dick. "i'm spoiling you right now." he pulls his hips back, slides purposefully. groans at the back of his throat at the wetwarmgoodtight of noori. he grips noori's hips with large, rough hands and hones in on fucking noori loose and sloppy.

"so pretty." he noses against noori's cheek. kisses him sweetly. his pace is steady, hips thrusting forward as he pulls noori's hips close, moving him up and down his cock in the most delicious way possible. makes serghei a little breathless. "yeah, whatever you want, baby. i'll spoil you all night. dinner, shopping, breeding you-- fuck-- whatever. always, baby. you can get whatever you want."

rainyearning

"I will never get your hate for fish." Noori muttered, mumbled, a bit distracted by feeling his husband deep in his guts, keeping up the casual conversation and banter like he wasn't just having sex. But it was his normality, something he never wanted to change again. "Ah, you like it." Serghei called him many things but it was always coated in utter adoration, something he admired so much about their relationship. Never did he feel any disrespect by the other man, he was being openly worshiped and with his past, Noori was just thriving with this feeling.

He lets out a deeper groan when Sergheis hand pressed down on his lower stomach, feeling Sergheis dick move in him like this, with his nice size would never fail to make Noori purr. Serghei could feel the vibrating sensation on his length, his husband so deeply content with feeling him this way. "Shopping at night? Where are you with your head." Noori snorted softly, clicking his tongue at his husband. Clearly Sergheis blood was being anywhere but in his brain, he felt it.. he felt it so nicely. "Breeding might do for now.. will find many other things for you to do to spoil me. Whatever is good enough for me." He squirmed a little into the mattress when Serghei was hitting all the right spots, making him feel just the tiniest hint of dizzy. "How about you come for me?" He mumbled, leaning up to chase Sergheis lips with his own. Maybe he was a brat, maybe at times he was demanding but he knew Sergheis love was unconditionally. And so was his.

#unavernales

okay but I love the Descendants wonderland movies (4 & 5)... people said they were cringe but I honestly enjoy them.

#ooc.

sturmboe

"So feisty..." Summer noted out loud yet with obvious amusement to not only his smirk but the lightness of his voice that brushed warm breath against the other's cock. Thick brows lifted a little, eyes so big and gentle he looked rather innocent compared to his usual image. Purposefully so, but also, he simply admired the beauty that was Kawin even in his cynical, semi- annoyed state. Maybe he had genuinely lost a bit of his lover's trust but where was the problem if gaining it back would bring so much fun? "Can I? I'm trying to be a good boy." A flick of his tongue against the shaft once more, brief, hot, teasing. A bit of a chuckle upon lips finding the engorged tip to suckle another time, lingered just a bit more than before as he observed the reaction. The fingers in his hair seemed to be a good sign despite the challenging words which brushed off of him as nothing more than that, too purposeful to get to him. But resisting Kawin was hard regardless, he did just want to time him into his mouth, swallow him down until he'd lose himself. He was so beautiful, taller than Summer, so handsome but also had such a cute side to him once he let himself. "Better...how can I do better hm..like this? I could never deny someone so pretty." Tongue flattened against the pulsing vein at the shaft, slowly slid down just like that with lips following as he slid his cock down further and further, not at all bothered by the sensation of his throat filling so teasingly slow as instead it hand him grasp tighter onto beautiful smooth thighs to make sure Kawin could not escape him. Not like he would, after all this had been a challenge, had it not? Just like that he swallowed him tight, tightened around it all while teasing the shaft with his tongue. Summer would claim to never underestimate a singer's throat and breath control.

rainyearning

Kawin exhaled slowly through his nose, the sensation of a skilled tongue. He had no idea of better. His words were meant to bite and tease, but not really had much of an idea behind all that. Summer was already doing pretty well but yes, he wanted.. more. Maybe he wanted to see some effort since he had just been bitten.. hard. And he didn't want to make it easy for him. "I almost believe you, that you want to be a good boy." Kawin ran a hand over his face, groaning out shortly.

He watched as Summer played innocent while taking him down his throat, painfully slow, teasing. "Ah, fuck." A soft little curse under his breath, toes curling just a little at how sweet all that felt. His fingers held just a little tighter on the males hair, guiding him over his length. So much about giving up control. But then, he had been telling Summer right away that he would have to work harder to get the control and make Kawin forget the bite. "Your mouth is so warm.." He mumbled, eyes lifting up to the ceiling while he was guiding Summers head just a little faster.

"Stupid skilled mouth.. should have tried a singer before you I guess." He liked to think that Summer was the best he had so far, when it came to getting head, or other things, not that he would admit it openly.

#sturmboe

Random starter anyone?

papawolfchris

Babygirl edition

#daesun.#he is the number one bbygirl

papawolfchris

#daesun.

problematiqce

Minseok rubbed at his eyes as he cried, trying to get himself together. But then the other told him to stop crying in a voice that actually shocked Minseok back to reality. He looked up, able to see the irritation and disgust on the other's face. Minseok had already felt small and the other's words only made those feelings worse. When he was told he did ruin it, Minseok felt his chest tighten with a pain he couldn't describe. "I didn't... I wasn't trying to tell you how to feel. I just wanted to wait for you to be sober..." His voice was weak, barely above a whisper. He wasn't surprised Junghwa wasn't happy with him, but the way the other was speaking and looking at him... it made him feel hated. He had just wanted to push the conversation back and now he had somehow managed to make his favorite person in the entire world hate him. The thought made him want to cry even more, but he was too afraid to do it again in front of the other, terrified about what Junghwa might say next. Suddenly Minseok was wondering if his emotions had always annoyed the other man.

When the other began talking about hating the idea of them, Minseok shook his head. "You're not even listening to me. You say you love me but you don't... All I wanted was time. Was until the morning when we could talk about it. But because I didn't immediately just accept it you've decided that I'm repulsed by the idea of us, but that isn't true." He was trying his best to hold back his tears, rubbing them away before they had a chance to fall. "I think that it's best if I go. You don't want me here and I think if I stay I'll just end up crying even more and clearly you don't want that to happen." It felt like every second he was around Junghwa, the more Junghwa got annoyed with him. Minseok was starting to worry that by the time the sun came around his best friend would hate him completely and utterly. The thought felt like ice in his veins and had him feeling completely numb. "I'll just wait until the food is delivered and then I'll go." He was completely resigned, his eyes focused on his lap as he spoke. "I really hope you don't hate me. And if you do, I guess I just hope you won't tomorrow." He was picking at a loose thread on his jeans, his eyes burning from trying to hold back his tears.

rainyearning

Neither of them seemed to properly listen, misunderstanding anything they said. And Junghwa was feeling honestly stressed by all this. He didn't know what else to say, because Minseok turned his words into whatever anyways. And maybe he was also just not used to not get the things he wanted, because he was a spoiled guy, emotionally and romantically starved but still spoiled. It seemed to go in circles.. "No you're not listening!" Junghwa fired back. "You act like I lie. Like I am not honest about what I feel because you think I am too drunk." He shook his head, looking away from his friend. "And yes, what am I supposed to think when the only reaction I get to my confession is tears and telling me to shut up and wait until I am sober. You're not even happy? You look miserable, like.. like I was slaughtering a kitten instead of telling you that I love you."

He rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a deep frustrated groan. "Hate is the fricking opposite of what I feel for you. Which you would understand if you were like.. listening." Junghwa was laying back on the couch, gaze slowly wandering up to the ceiling. His arms crossed over his chest, to shield himself, lips pressed together so he wouldn't say more. Because it didn't matter anything. His words had no weight or meaning, he didn't have an opinion nor feelings because he was drunk. That was what Minseok showed him clearly. You're just buying time. You want to reject me when I am sober. That was what he wanted to say but he just didn't. "You can forget it, that I confessed if that's better for you." He mumbled, eyes closed now. He was just.. hoping for time to go by faster, just so the awkwardness would leave together with Minseok. "Is not like I wanted to ruin our friendships. I guess I was just hoping you were feeling the same way. But I can go back to hiding it, worked the whole time."

#problematiqce

ang3lmoans

Angel knew the second the words left his mouth that Husk wasn’t buying it. He had always had an annoying talent for seeing straight through him. Angel’s eyes flicked toward him when the man spoke, the grin on his face wobbling slightly at the firm nothing funny about that, kiddo. Yeah. He figured that one wouldn’t land. Still, Angel kept the smirk hanging there like it belonged. It was easier that way. He listened to Husk’s quiet muttering, the little huffs of frustration that slipped out between his words. Husk wasn’t yelling but he was close to it. The irritation had weight behind it. Angel shifted slightly against the pillows, careful this time, ribs still aching in dull pulses that reminded him every time he breathed too deep. His gaze drifted back to the ceiling for a second.

You know what to say to make anyone angry. Angel huffed quietly. “Aw, c’mon,” he murmured. “That ain’t a talent. That’s just good conversational skills.” But the joke came softer this time. Their eyes met. To make me angry. That one hit somewhere deeper than Angel expected. The smirk faltered for half a heartbeat before he covered it again. Then Husk stood. Angel blinked, watching him get up, confusion flashing across his face when the man gestured toward the bed. Scoot over. “…What?” Angel looked at the narrow hospital mattress like it had personally betrayed him. “Wh—hey, hold on a sec—” But he shifted anyway. Slowly. Carefully. With a quiet grunt as his ribs reminded him they very much existed.

He slid a few inches toward the opposite side of the bed, making room despite the fact the whole situation felt weirdly intimate all of a sudden. Angel shot Husk a sideways glance as the other man settled beside him.“Real cozy,” Angel muttered. Then Husk spoke again. Angel winced internally at the eye roll. The vague hand gesture made Angel’s stomach twist. His gaze dropped immediately, landing back on the blanket. His smirk finally fell, unable to hold it. The thread was still there. He grabbed it again, winding it around his finger. For a moment he didn’t answer. Angel swallowed. “Does it really matter Husk?” His voice had lost most of its performative edge now. He shrugged one shoulder again, smaller this time. Angel’s fingers tightened around the blanket thread until it snapped. The tiny pop of it breaking sounded loud in the quiet room. “…I shoulda just kept my mouth shut.” The words came out automatically. Reflex really. The same line he’d said a hundred times before. Angel finally glanced sideways toward Husk again, trying for that crooked grin.“They said I can leave in a couple of hours. I get some good pain meds too” he said lightly. “Can I go home with you?”

rainyearning

It wasn't his business, what Angel did, with whom he did it. It wasn't his business what Valentino did to the other man. He liked to think so, that he shouldn't be involved in all this, god, maybe he shouldn't even care. But he couldn't help it. Anthony mattered to him. He didn't like seeing Anthony beaten and bruised, though it was kinda nice to see that he didn't loose his bite but was still his bratty self. Or well, performing to be. But he also knew Anthony, knew, that he would perform to his very last breath before admitting how bad he actually felt. Too proud. Pride would eventually snap his neck, one day or another.

It didn't matter, was probably just the cherry on a very disgusting cake, the abuse was bad enough and he didn't need to know what else happened. It would make him even more angry and that wasn't good. Not that he could do anything about it anyways, guys like Valentino could do whatever, without any consequences. And if he couldn't fight him or the system, he could at least.. be there. Maybe Anthony didn't want him around right now, but he was there no matter what. "Ah yeah, your mouth keeps bringing you in trouble." But he.. smirked. He knew he wasn't helping if he was going to make him feel even more miserable. Angel was already at the bottom and he wasn't going to worsen it. "Oh they give you the real good shit, hu?" His head rested back while his gaze wandered over to the door of the hospital room. The question was surprising and it shouldn't make him feel that warm, but it did. "I guess I can take in a stray." Then he could at least make sure Angel would rest a bit, eat, hydrate. "I have some leftovers I could share with you."

#ang3lmoans