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open rp
Baldr was closing the bar at the club. It had been a long day and he was exhausted. He pulled his jacket on and started counting his tips, when suddenly he heard the door open and close. “Club’s closed for tonight. You can come back tomorrow.” He said and looked up at the person walking in.
New muse to the madness
// yes once again i have a new muse.. someone stop me.. but say hello to Baldr, the Norse God of Beauty! His bio is right here so go check it out!
// so hit this post a like for a meme or a little starter from Baldr, or DM me for plotting!
「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap
hel pulling her big husband onto her lap she would like to be Lightly Crushed under him she love him so much
"Oh!"
He winces at the slight crunch underneath him, even though he knows it's nothing major. Hel is skin and bones, brittle and decaying. He knows that her very body will complain at the weight and light of life itself.
"Are you-"
"I'm fine."
Her bones complain, but do not break. She is far stronger than she looks, and Baldr knows that. But it doesn't stop him from worrying, when he hears the crunch.
BALDR! CREAMPIE! HEAVEN! NOW!!!
He's whining as Hel pulls out, overstimulated yet somehow begging for more. His legs twitch, his back arching upwards.
He can feel Hel's essence dripping from him, hot and sticky and making a mess. That won't do. And Hel seems to think the same.
He sings for her, his moans a sweet melody, as she uses her fingers to push the slick back inside. His walls flutter around her fingers, his nerves in overdrive.
He's having a great time!
seeing as hes the life giver of the two. does this mean baldr lactates. (<-literally just being nosy)
Baby dragons do not require milk :)
follow up question. does baldr have a preference when it comes to giving or receiving creampies. lol.
Fill him the FUCK Up
“You want my tongue? Ride it.”
Good heavens it's lady Hel and she's being terribly inappropriate towards her dearest husband. My gods.
Blink
Blink blink.
Tears.
Blubbering that he can’t do that because what if she can’t BREATHE he would never dream of hurting her or making her unable to breathe uuuuuuuuuuuu huuuuuuuuu
He’s a weenie.
Also drunk.
"[ hickey ] — my muse gives your muse a hickey on their body (specify where)" hel's marking her husband again :rolling_eyes:
"I can't... I can't go out with this."
A time when Baldr was still alive. Still well enough to walk among the mortal realm. A time before time, so many many years ago.
But yet. Despite the time, Hel and Baldr have not changed. She still demands that the world know that he belongs to her, and only her.
He puts a clawed hand to his chest, where Hel has left a line of dark yellow bruises, from his left breast to his neck.
"What will people say?"
"Let them talk. They'll know you're mine."
