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Stranger Things
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

ellievsbear
we're not kids anymore.

#extradirty
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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will byers stan first human second
One Nice Bug Per Day
Misplaced Lens Cap
Xuebing Du

Andulka
trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

⣠Chile in a Photography âŁ
$LAYYYTER
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@reigningtides
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A few Starters - Ice Breakers
âAre you following me?â
âHey, watch where youâre going.â
âYou look vaguely familiarâŚâÂ
âI donât know who you are but you donât strike me as the trustworthy type.â
âI donât know what you want but youâd better fuck off before I make you.â
âSorry but Iâm new around here, would you mind giving me pointers?â
âStrange to see a fresh face around here.â
âHey you. Itâs dangerous to be walking around here, you should leave.â
âDo you need help with that?â
âDo you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?â
âDo I know you? Cause you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend.â
âSee my friends over there? They wanna to know if you think Iâm cute.
âHey handsome/beautiful.â
âYou might be new, but youâre looking at the top dog around here.â
âSorry but Iâm not interested in your offer.â
âAre you as cold as you seem or do you always walk around like you own the place?â
âWhatâs wrong? You look like youâve seen a ghost.â
âThe answer is no by the way, to whatever youâre about to say.â
âDonât bother, Iâm busy.â
âNo no no, this canât be right. You shouldnât be here.â
âItâs you, isnât it?â
âHappy to see me again?â
âItâs been so long since weâve last parted, hm? We have some catching up to do.â
âYou looking to start a fight or something?â
âDid you think I wouldnât notice you watching me?â
âUs meeting wasnât an accident.â
âHey hey, no need for that Iâd just like to talk.â
âWhy the hostility? Do you treat every stranger this way?â
âI see no one has ever bothered to teach you manners.â
âCome with me, no time to explain!â
âLook, youâre in danger. You need to do as I say.â
âAre these guys bothering you?â
âHey, leave him/her alone!â
âYou look tired. Need a ride?â
âShit shit, are you okay?!â
âGive me your belongings and you wonât get hurt. Sound fair?â
âWell look what the cat dragged in.â
âNever thought Iâd see your face again.â
âAre you drunk? Hey, you canât be walking around like that, be careful!â
âYou look like bad newsâŚ.â
âI hope Iâm not being too straightforward, but are you single?â
âNice to meet you.â
Must Be Fate
@lacr1mxsa
Morgan Mercer should have been used to a constant state of being tired, an erratic sleep schedule, and guzzling coffee like his life depended on it but even after the Witch Trials began, he couldn't get out of survival mode to actually relax. As the Hydrokinetic Witchlock got used to living between the magic and non-magical world, now there was this reality where thanks to politicians and the discovery of magic, he had to or rather desired to disappear. He hadn't been blessed with siblings or a lineage of family that he could turn to. Yet he hoped someday in all this darkness that he maybe could find a coven, a family that he could protect and one that would protect him. By 'day' Morgan was a therapist and part-time photographer. He waited somewhat impatiently in line at the coffee shop his daring blue eyes gazing up at the clock behind his glasses and one of his legs appeared restless as he stood. He overslept *again* and didn't want to be late for his first client. He'd had too many recent incidents of cancelling his appointments thanks to demons and his precog ability. His chest felt a sigh of relief come on as it was finally his turn when someone cut him in line. Morgan's eyes went wide at first and he clenched his fists at his side before lightly tapping the other on the shoulders. "Hey...you saw me waiting here, right?"
The tap, while light, had jolted DJ back to reality for a moment. The color returned to his face and he took a sharp, deep inhale as he kind of teetered on the balls of his feet for a moment. The EMT looked over to Morgan and laughed awkwardly, mimicking his actions by lightly tapping the witchlock on the shoulder, "I'm gonna be honest, man... I worked a long shift last night and I thought I was, like... astral projecting for a minute. I didn't even realize I had cut you off, my guy." It was true, although Darryl was still trying to piece together exactly what had happened. He felt like he'd been flying through a vision... and then he realized. He glanced down to see the small scrying glass clutched in the palm of his hand, nodding slightly. His dad had said it had belonged to his Auntie Prue, but he couldn't really remember her - just the stories he was always told. He shivered slightly and tried to conjure up a convincing, charming smile, "You want me to treat you? I don't mind..." He hooked his thumb towards the EMT patch on his shoulder, as if to silently give context to the blonde what he was talking about. DJ went ahead and ordered a large white & dark chocolate mocha with an extra shot and oat milk, before he glanced over to Morgan, "Go on, whatever you're into... Obviously so judgment on my end, considering I'm getting the sweetest shit possible..." He reached out to take Morgan's hand and tug him closer to the register, carefully slipping the scrying glass into his jacket pocket slyly, "And give us a couple breakfast sandwiches? Whatever's good... like bacon, egg, and cheese?"
Needless to say 'unexpected' was an understatement to his interaction with DJ. Color filled Morgan's cheeks and ears, the latter being a flush shade of pink as he heard DJ mention Astral Projecting. The smile upon DJ's face had Morgan's heart racing in his chest and his eyes got big for a moment as he leaned closer towards the other. "Don't say that so loud." He whispered, his hand touching DJ's, folding the other man's fingers inward towards his palm folding the crystal in his hand until DJ put it away. With so much knowledge about magic and Witch Hunters being anyone nowadays, it was hard to know who to trust or not. Morgan briefly used his Empathy to sense DJ's intentions and he seemed to have the purest intent that he'd sensed in awhile. He let the other pull him towards him to the counter, Morgan's fingers briefly entwining with his, squeezing, the gesture much more intimate than he was ready for even if he was trying to tease him in return. "Judgment taken...but only because I'll have the same thing." He sheepishly grinned before letting go of DJ's hand. "I'll have a chocolate croissant actually." He easily revealed his similar sweet tooth before reaching for a bill from his wallet and paying before the EMT could. He stepped over to the waiting area with DJ and turned his back towards the baristas as he gazed into the other's deep eyes. "I don't think I've ever met someone as forward...yet so smooth at the same time. You sure are a *charmer* aren't you?" He smiled while slightly biting his lower lip and extending his hand to shake the others. "I'm Morgan." He wished his Forecast ability could kick in right about now so he'd have an excuse to skip work. It had been years since he'd felt this transfixed by someone.
Must Be Fate
@lacr1mxsa
Morgan Mercer should have been used to a constant state of being tired, an erratic sleep schedule, and guzzling coffee like his life depended on it but even after the Witch Trials began, he couldn't get out of survival mode to actually relax. As the Hydrokinetic Witchlock got used to living between the magic and non-magical world, now there was this reality where thanks to politicians and the discovery of magic, he had to or rather desired to disappear. He hadn't been blessed with siblings or a lineage of family that he could turn to. Yet he hoped someday in all this darkness that he maybe could find a coven, a family that he could protect and one that would protect him. By 'day' Morgan was a therapist and part-time photographer. He waited somewhat impatiently in line at the coffee shop his daring blue eyes gazing up at the clock behind his glasses and one of his legs appeared restless as he stood. He overslept *again* and didn't want to be late for his first client. He'd had too many recent incidents of cancelling his appointments thanks to demons and his precog ability. His chest felt a sigh of relief come on as it was finally his turn when someone cut him in line. Morgan's eyes went wide at first and he clenched his fists at his side before lightly tapping the other on the shoulders. "Hey...you saw me waiting here, right?"
Starter call?
Anyone interested in a MxM starter? (open to cis or transmale muses)
Come back
Thinking of coming back to Tumblr to rp. Is anyone still active around here mutuals or others I haven't interacted with?
Looking for a unicorn I think. Anyone happen to write DBZ yaoi? Iâm looking to find a Trunks for my Goten ideally. Feel free to DM.
Still on the search!
AhhhâŚIâve had many blogs over the years and a big inspiration that has led me to my finalized version of my muses was the show Charmed and Shannenâs character Prue. I canât find the right words but I will cherish her and Prue forever.
Looking for a unicorn I think. Anyone happen to write DBZ yaoi? Iâm looking to find a Trunks for my Goten ideally. Feel free to DM.
Reblog if you're LGBTQIA+ (Yes Trans people and people on the ace/aro spectrum are also valid, shut up)
Like for a starter where your muse is breeding mine.
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personally ,  iâm tired of the secondhand embarrassment.  so hereâs a  random  assortment  of  nsfw  actions  and dialogue  prompts that donât feel too over the top.  ( donât forget to add [ reverse ] if youâd like to see the receiver perform the action. )
actions.
[ PULL ]:  sender pulls receivers hair.
[ HICKEY ]: sender gives receiver a hickey.
[ TRAIL ]: sender leaves a trail of kisses down receivers stomach.
[ HIPS ]: sender pulls receiver in closer by the hips.
[ KNEES ]: sender lowers themselves to their knees.
[ STRIPTEASE ]: sender teasingly strips their clothes.
[ STRIP ]: sender undresses receiver.
[ GRIND ]: sender grinds on receivers thigh.
[ ORAL ]: sender goes down on receiver.
[ PASSENGER ]:  sender  touches  receiver  while  sender  is  driving.
[ DRIVER ]: sender goes down on / touches receiver while receiver is driving.
[ OVERSTIMULATED ]: sender repeatedly making receiver orgasm.
[ PUBLIC ]: sender and receiver have sex somewhere public.
[ CAR ]: sender and receiver have sex in a car.
[ CONTROL ]: sender is riding receiver and receiver takes control by guiding their hips.
[ SHY ]: sender covers their face and receiver moves their hands away.
[ EYES ]: sender makes receiver look them in the eyes.
[ BEG ]: sender begs receiver to touch / fuck them.
[ MORNING ]: sender wakes receiver up with sex.
[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in receivers lap to tease them.
[ CAMERA ]: sender records receiver.
[ RECORD ]: sender is recorded by receiver.
[ MOUTH ]: sender puts their fingers into receivers mouth.
[ LOVE ]: sender tells receiver they love them during.
[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver onto bed.
dialogue.
â you look so pretty like this.  â
â i want to spend all night learning every sound you make. â
â let me take care of you. â
â iâm not wearing any underwear right now. â
â youâre really good at that. â
â god, youâre so wet / hard âŚ. â
â i think about you when i touch myself. â
â tell me what you want. â
â please touch / fuck me. â
â i love teasing you. â
â touch yourself for me. â
â i get so wet / hard around you. â
â get on your knees. â
â youâre such a tease. â
â tell me youâre mine. â
â iâm yours. â
â i want you to cum for me. â
â i want you to cum in me. â
â iâll be good, i promise. â
â youâre doing so good for me. â
â you feel so good. â
â you sound so pretty when you moan. â
â i could be your toy. â
â fuck me like you love me. â
â iâm gonna cum- â
â i just want to feel something. â
â i wanna be on top this time. â
âStop squirming, babe.â Theo pressed his ass down on his loverâs face, âRelax. Youâll get a breather soon. But, for now, donât stop eating!â
Theo was slightly underestimating how much Morgan loved his plump fuzzy ass. The two hadnât been together for quite some time yet here they were again in the middle of a lust filled afternoon. No sooner than Morgan opened his door the other was on him shoving his ass down against him. âChristâŚyou havenât been this needy for years.â The two ex lovers now estranged friends had an undeniable chemistry with each other. He lay flat against the floor his clothes feeling sweaty, hard cock trapped in his shorts while he continued to tongue Theoâs hole, hands gripping his cheeks.
reigningtidesâ:
Reignâs eyes softened in a way they hadnât for some time when he gazed upon Eclipse. It seemed day in and day out there was always another problem or situation arising as humanity fought to be the dominant presence in the world despite how many races existed and protected them. Protecting those that persecuted them. Yet that was something they couldnât erase. Heâd been with the Morlocks for almost 3 years and hadnât seen Marcos in maybeâŚ5 years. Before the âblipâ happened.Â
Morgan approached the other a smile rising on his face, a headband covering his third eye since they were out in public. He knew Marcos knew this as a weakness of his as his mutant abilities were depleted when his third eye was shut. He pushed his fingers through his dark blonde hair and breathed a sigh of relief. His heart picked up just a bit. Marcos was always a friendâŚyet there was always something there they hadnât acted upon. For Morgan it was because the other always seemed unavailable. Or maybe he wasnât ready. âMarcos. Iâm so happy to see you.â He spoke honestly, briefly touching Marcosâ hand before looking around the block. âI was about to head towards a safe houseâŚwhere are you these days?âÂ
Things had beenâŚstrange, to say the least, over the last several years. Strange, of course, being a way of saying damn near impossible. Things had been hard for them to begin with, because they always were, and then with what people had come to call the blip, things had gotten worse, and not just for them this time. Things had become worse for everyone. But they, just like everyone else, were trying to make a place where things were better. So there wasnât the time for an Underground anymoreâŚnow it was time, maybe, for the X-Men to come back. A new X-Men, for the people left behind.
It was scaryâterrifyingâbut they were making progress. AndâŚat least he had a friendly face around, right? Morgan was there, smiling at him, and he felt himself smile in return. That, at least, was nice. (That was all it was that fluttered in his chest, wasnât it? Relief at seeing a friend after all that had happened?) âMorgan,â he said as they met, as the other man touched him. The word was friendly, but not without some relief. Not without warmth. âI canât tell you how glad I am to see you.â He added him to the too-short list he kept in his head of who was still alive. Of who had survived. At the question, he exhaled a soft, sharp breath, âIâm a little bit of everywhere. Iâm trying toâŚfigure something out for the rest of us, you know?â
He should have resisted the urge but the feelings he felt from the other were a bit confusing yet intense, his Empathy ability not guiding him too well here. He reached in, wrapping his arms around Marcos merely for a few seconds even if those seconds felt like minutes. It was a secure yet intimate hug, his lips briefly brushing against Marcosâ ear. He grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together just to pull him with him towards the alley and that was when he let go. His body screamed internally, old feelings resurfacing like he hadnât tried to bury them and he gave the other an apologetic smile. He wasnât sure he was receptive to the touching. âWe have to be careful here.â He pointed to his forehead where his headband was. Most likely why his empathy failed him as it diminished his abilities because he was covering his third eye.Â
âWhy donât you come with me? We can catch up...â His thoughts caught up to him. âIâm sorry...itâs just been so long. I understand if you need to be with...your family.â He knew his place wasnât by Marcosâ side. At least thatâs what he learned to tell himself during his brief stint with the Underground several years ago. âI can give you my number if you ever need to get ahold of me. Iâm sure you have places to be.âÂ
reigningtidesâ:
Morgan Mercer was new to the city, having always dreamed of living near a body of water and moving away from the smaller city or town atmosphere. He was a 30-year-old dark blonde blue-eyed male whom was a private practitioner in the world of counseling/therapy by day and at night he lost himself in exploring his surroundings hoping to become familiar with the city to re-establish his life. It had been some time since he was in a relationship. A man whom was a hopeless romantic yet couldnât relate to jumping from man to man. Although he wasnât opposed to a one night stand, he still always had âmoreâ when it came to mind when meeting someone new. He entered the bar not paying too much attention to the other men making his way for the bar so he could order a double shot of whiskey. Heâd had a frustratingly long day and needed something to help him relax. Morgan was dressed in a navy blue button up shirt along with a light grey pair of jeans which fit his body perfectly clinging to his ankles, a nice pair of shoes to match, and his dark blonde hair pushed back slightly wavy.Â
The last thing he expected was to be approached by someone so soon or that they offered to pay for his drink. Color filled his cheeks and ears as a smile came up his lips. âHeyâŚthank you. You didnât need to do that. ButâŚthank you.â He extended his hand. His blue eyes gazed over the otherâs features, his heart rate picking up. âAhaâŚâ He found his anxiety picking up but not so in a bad way. âIâve been hiding from you very well, wouldnât you say?â He teased back. âJust moved here actually. Took on a new job. Just me and my dog, a nice apartment, and hopefully a nice start to a new journey.â He extended his hand. âIâm Morgan. Who might you be, handsome?âÂ
âYouâre right, I didnât,â of course he didnât need to pay for the new guys drink, he knew that much, âI wanted to though.â When the hand was extended he couldnât help but reach his own out to shake, his eyes finding themselves raking over the man trying to take his features in. He knew it was only a matter of time before other men found their way over to try to steal his attention, but given just how handsome this man was Matthew was thankful heâd headed over early. âToo well,â he teased back when he could tell the other was nervous, hoping that he wasnât coming in too strong and making the man feel uneasy. He did settle back in his seat to give him a little more distance, âglad youâve decided to come out for once thoughâŚâ Hearing how the other explained his current situation gave Matthew hope considering there was no mention of a boyfriend, or a girlfriend for that matter, âoh yeah? It must be my lucky night then to get to welcome you to the city,â he chuckled, looking around for a moment just to see if this new man had anyone else looking at him. âWhat sort of job are we talking about?â He asked curiously, âpleasure to meet you Morgan,â at least he hoped itâd be pleasurable, âthe name is Matthew, iâm a history professor at the university.â If the other was given up information about himself Matthew might as well do so as well.
Morgan was fairly certain that no one had ever come onto him like this and for that he was...intrigued. Matthew was beautiful, and they both knew the other could have anyone in this bar if he truly wanted to. Maybe he didnât have the confidence to match? But the way the other spoke to him, he reeked of confidence but in the best ways. The tips of his ears were red and he found himself smiling way too much. He didnât like having his guard down this early in getting to know someone. âWow...you really are a charmer. Putting Prince Charming out of business I see.â He joked and took a sip of his drink.Â
âI just accepted a job at...the university.â He echoed what the other had mentioned. âIâm going to be teaching a few classes and working at the counseling center. Iâm a therapist.â He reached out his hand brushing against Matthewâs knee. âIâm not really used to people flirting with me. Youâve got my attention.â He leaned in a bit. âWhy donât you tell me what youâre after, handsome?âÂ
"Oof!" // from Damon @derschwarzeengel for Cameron Mercer
@derschwarzeengel
Morgan's eyes first widened from surprise but a smirk climbed up his lips and his body went a bit lax as he felt the weight from the other atop him, sinking into the bed, his wrists held by the other. "Is this a new type of foreplay?" He teased not sure what brought this on by the other. He tried to utilize his Empathy power to read the other's emotions. "Have something in mind?" He should have known better than to let his guard fully down.