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[MORGAN MERCER / REIGN] | CHARMED/MARVEL/FANTASY | | GAY INDIE RP 21 + MUN & MUSES | [TRACKING: REIGNINGTIDES]

[multibxys-rph]

(     send 🍆 for my muse to suddenly get an erection       around yours,   and have them try to explain why           )

[memeroundups]

A few Starters - Ice Breakers

“Are you following me?”

“Hey, watch where you’re going.”

“You look vaguely familiar…” 

“I don’t know who you are but you don’t strike me as the trustworthy type.”

“I don’t know what you want but you’d better fuck off before I make you.”

“Sorry but I’m new around here, would you mind giving me pointers?”

“Strange to see a fresh face around here.”

“Hey you. It’s dangerous to be walking around here, you should leave.”

“Do you need help with that?”

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”

“Do I know you? Cause you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend.”

“See my friends over there? They wanna to know if you think I’m cute.

“Hey handsome/beautiful.”

“You might be new, but you’re looking at the top dog around here.”

“Sorry but I’m not interested in your offer.”

“Are you as cold as you seem or do you always walk around like you own the place?”

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“The answer is no by the way, to whatever you’re about to say.”

“Don’t bother, I’m busy.”

“No no no, this can’t be right. You shouldn’t be here.”

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

“Happy to see me again?”

“It’s been so long since we’ve last parted, hm? We have some catching up to do.”

“You looking to start a fight or something?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me?”

“Us meeting wasn’t an accident.”

“Hey hey, no need for that I’d just like to talk.”

“Why the hostility? Do you treat every stranger this way?”

“I see no one has ever bothered to teach you manners.”

“Come with me, no time to explain!”

“Look, you’re in danger. You need to do as I say.”

“Are these guys bothering you?”

“Hey, leave him/her alone!”

“You look tired. Need a ride?”

“Shit shit, are you okay?!”

“Give me your belongings and you won’t get hurt. Sound fair?”

“Well look what the cat dragged in.”

“Never thought I’d see your face again.”

“Are you drunk? Hey, you can’t be walking around like that, be careful!”

“You look like bad news….”

“I hope I’m not being too straightforward, but are you single?”

“Nice to meet you.”

[reigningtides]

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?"

[lacr1mxsa]

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?"

[reigningtides]

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.

[reigningtides]

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?"

[reigningtides]

Starter call?

Anyone interested in a MxM starter? (open to cis or transmale muses)

[reigningtides]

Come back

Thinking of coming back to Tumblr to rp. Is anyone still active around here mutuals or others I haven't interacted with?

[reigningtides]

Looking for a unicorn I think. Anyone happen to write DBZ yaoi? I’m looking to find a Trunks for my Goten ideally. Feel free to DM.

[reigningtides]

Still on the search!

[reigningtides]

Ahhh…I’ve 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 Shannen’s character Prue. I can’t find the right words but I will cherish her and Prue forever.

[reigningtides]

Looking for a unicorn I think. Anyone happen to write DBZ yaoi? I’m looking to find a Trunks for my Goten ideally. Feel free to DM.

[nanochittle]

Reblog if you're LGBTQIA+ (Yes Trans people and people on the ace/aro spectrum are also valid, shut up)

[menofservice]

Like for a starter where your muse is breeding mine.

[spxcymxmxs]

M/M Spicy Gif Starters

1A   1B   1C   2A   2B   2C

3A   3B   3C   4A   4B   4C

5A   5B   5C   6A   6B   6C

7A   7B   7C   8A   8B   8C

9A   9B   9C  10A  10B  10C

11A  11B  11C  12A  12B  12C

13A  13B  13C  14A  14B  14C

15A  15B  15C  16A  16B  16C

17A  17B  17C  18A  18B  18C

19A  19B  19C  20A  20B  20C

21A  21B  21C  22A  22B  22C

23A  23B  23C  24A  24B  24C

25A  25B  25C  26A  26B  26C

27A  27B  27C  28A  28B  28C

29A  29B  29C  30A  30B  30C

[metalprompts]

*      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

personally ,   i’m  tired  of  the  secondhand  embarrassment.   so  here’s  a  random  assortment  of  nsfw  actions  and  dialogue  prompts  that  don’t  feel  too  over  the  top.   (  don’t  forget  to  add  [ reverse ]  if  you’d  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.

“ you  look  so  pretty  like  this.  “

“ i  want  to  spend  all  night  learning  every  sound  you  make. “

“ let  me  take  care  of  you. “

“ i’m  not  wearing  any  underwear  right  now. “

“ you’re  really  good  at  that. “

“ god,  you’re  so  wet  /  hard  …. “

“ i  think  about  you  when  i  touch  myself. “

“ tell  me  what  you  want. “

“ please  touch  /  fuck  me. “

“ i  love  teasing  you. “

“ touch  yourself  for  me. “

“ i  get  so  wet  /  hard  around  you. “

“ get  on  your  knees. “

“ you’re  such  a  tease. “

“ tell  me  you’re  mine. “

“ i’m  yours. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  for  me. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  in  me. “

“ i’ll  be  good,  i  promise. “

“ you’re  doing  so  good  for  me. “

“ you  feel  so  good. “

“ you  sound  so  pretty  when  you  moan. “

“ i  could  be  your  toy. “

“ fuck  me  like  you  love  me. “

“ i’m  gonna  cum- “

“ i  just  want  to  feel  something. “

“ i  wanna  be  on  top  this  time. “

[accidentallymagic]

“Stop squirming, babe.” Theo pressed his ass down on his lover’s face, “Relax. You’ll get a breather soon. But, for now, don’t stop eating!”

[reigningtides]

Theo was slightly underestimating how much Morgan loved his plump fuzzy ass. The two hadn’t 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. “Christ…you haven’t been this needy for years.” 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 Theo’s hole, hands gripping his cheeks.

[ecliipsed]

reigningtides​:

Reign’s eyes softened in a way they hadn’t 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 couldn’t erase. He’d been with the Morlocks for almost 3 years and hadn’t seen Marcos in maybe…5 years. Before the ‘blip’ happened. 

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 friend…yet there was always something there they hadn’t acted upon. For Morgan it was because the other always seemed unavailable. Or maybe he wasn’t ready. “Marcos. I’m so happy to see you.” He spoke honestly, briefly touching Marcos’ hand before looking around the block. “I was about to head towards a safe house…where are you these days?” 

Things had been…strange, 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 wasn’t the time for an Underground anymore…now it was time, maybe, for the X-Men to come back. A new X-Men, for the people left behind.

It was scary–terrifying–but they were making progress. And…at 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, wasn’t it? Relief at seeing a friend after all that had happened?) “Morgan,” he said as they met, as the other man touched him. The word was friendly, but not without some relief. Not without warmth. “I can’t tell you how glad I am to see you.” 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, “I’m a little bit of everywhere. I’m trying to…figure something out for the rest of us, you know?”

[reigningtides]

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 Marcos’ 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 hadn’t tried to bury them and he gave the other an apologetic smile. He wasn’t sure he was receptive to the touching. “We have to be careful here.” 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. 

“Why don’t you come with me? We can catch up...” His thoughts caught up to him. “I’m sorry...it’s just been so long. I understand if you need to be with...your family.” He knew his place wasn’t by Marcos’ side. At least that’s what he learned to tell himself during his brief stint with the Underground several years ago. “I can give you my number if you ever need to get ahold of me. I’m sure you have places to be.” 

[betweenmuses]

reigningtides​:

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 couldn’t relate to jumping from man to man. Although he wasn’t opposed to a one night stand, he still always had “more” 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. He’d 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. 

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. “Hey…thank you. You didn’t need to do that. But…thank you.” He extended his hand. His blue eyes gazed over the other’s features, his heart rate picking up. “Aha…” He found his anxiety picking up but not so in a bad way. “I’ve been hiding from you very well, wouldn’t you say?” He teased back. “Just 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.” He extended his hand. “I’m Morgan. Who might you be, handsome?” 

”You’re right, I didn’t,” of course he didn’t need to pay for the new guys drink, he knew that much, “I wanted to though.”  When the hand was extended he couldn’t 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 he’d headed over early.  “Too well,” he teased back when he could tell the other was nervous, hoping that he wasn’t coming in too strong and making the man feel uneasy.  He did settle back in his seat to give him a little more distance, “glad you’ve decided to come out for once though…”  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, “oh yeah?  It must be my lucky night then to get to welcome you to the city,” he chuckled, looking around for a moment just to see if this new man had anyone else looking at him.  “What sort of job are we talking about?”  He asked curiously, “pleasure to meet you Morgan,” at least he hoped it’d be pleasurable, “the name is Matthew, i’m a history professor at the university.”  If the other was given up information about himself Matthew might as well do so as well.

[reigningtides]

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 didn’t 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 didn’t like having his guard down this early in getting to know someone. “Wow...you really are a charmer. Putting Prince Charming out of business I see.” He joked and took a sip of his drink. 

“I just accepted a job at...the university.” He echoed what the other had mentioned. “I’m going to be teaching a few classes and working at the counseling center. I’m a therapist.” He reached out his hand brushing against Matthew’s knee. “I’m not really used to people flirting with me. You’ve got my attention.” He leaned in a bit. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re after, handsome?” 

[reigningtides]

"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.