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𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃. ⸻ semi-selective, relaxed activity, indie rp multi muse blog. 21+. minors please dni. may contain dark themes & smut content. ( adored by nikki, 29, she/they, est. )
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……. is this thing on ? hiiii, i don’t know how many people i’m still mutuals with, but i just wanted to say my hiatus was unexpectedly extended to focus on some other things but i do plan to be back and writing hopefully soon. 🫶 sending love !
just a note that i will be on as much as i can when i'm in the proper headspace to write between work and life life-ing. <3 thank you for your patience.
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"sure," kavi said, as if they'd ever been able to surprise anyone in their life. they moved from fridge to kettle, reaching for the plain black tea, though the spiced masala blend kept looking at them from the shelf. safe, or interesting? kavi hesitated, then snatched the masala tin and went through the motions of heating water and dumping the spices into a mug. "this one's got, uh, cinnamon, cloves, cardamom. and a bunch of other good stuff, but don't get any on your towel or it'll stain," kavi said, then immediately regretted drawing attention to diego's towel situation. which was still… somehow happening, still diego, all of him, right there, tanned, glistening, and lean. that made it hard to focus on the measurements, resulting in them spilling a teaspoon of the blend on the counter, scattering flecks all over the laminate. kavi swiped at the mess with the cuff of their too-long sweater, but the spill left a constellation of spice on the pale countertop. very suspicious. very obviously spilled. "not what it looks like," they said, wincing already at his own defense, "just, the spoon's slippery. and my hands are, uh—" kavi held them up, palms splayed, as if on trial for attempted tea manslaughter. "—nervous, or something. not, like, a hygiene thing, just, you know how it is sometimes."
It's not like Diego was seeking out to push buttons, to annoy the other by parading around as he was, but it certainly was tempting to continue as they sputtered out words and struggled with the blend, chucking it up to nervousness. Diego offered a small smile, almost apologetic if he wasn't having too much fun with this. He nodded as they spoke, his own hands raising in defense as a breathy laugh emerged from his throat. "Hey, hey, I get it — those damn slippery spoons." His smile shifted to a smirk as he stepped closer, his arms crossing at his chest, leaving nothing but a little luck keeping the towel wrapped around his waist. "Nervous, or something..." he repeated, knowing in any other situation he'd try to stray away from it, but he'd already crossed an invisible line — what was one more? "What's got you nervous?"
"No, not at all. I'm just a bit offended that no one told me about the cute new guy that's been hanging around," he reassured, sliding onto the stool next to Theo's. It didn't leave a lot of room, their knees pressing together as he sat. He gestured to the bartender to get them two of what Theo was having.
"I think you fit in here just fine. I'm surprised I didn't have to fight off a dozen men to catch your eye." It was true, Theo's nervousness and boyish charm was just the thing that so many doms - James included - couldn't stay away from. So no matter how the night turned out, he already considered himself to be a lucky man.
The bartender returned with their drinks, but James' full attention was on Theo, the way he looked at his lips making something stir pleasantly inside him. "Is this your first time here? Or are you new to the scene?"
Theo nervously fidgets with his drink, trying to avoid direct eye contact with James.. not out of fear, but because he knew the second he did he'd look far too eager. His heart races, a mixture of excitement and anxiety pulsating through his veins, and he knows it's mostly from the compliments he's picking up from his neighbor. Being here was a far cry from a run in at a block party, or a friendly smile across the street. It was thrilling. "Actually, I, uh, I am new to this whole scene. This is my first time coming to one of these clubs.. it's all a bit, sorta, overwhelming for me," he stammered, not wanting to seem as out of place as he felt, "But I'm curious to explore. Very much so." Despite his shy demeanor, Theo can't help but admire the confident and mysterious aura that James exudes. He catches himself staring at James' lips again, wondering what it would be like to feel their touch as he wraps his own around the edge of his glass once more. "I've always been interested in... this lifestyle, I guess I'm here to learn and experience new things. Hopefully I can find some guidance along the way." He looked around, caught the eyes of others and immediately drifted his attention back to James. "Have you..." he started, spreading his legs apart just enough to press further against him, "Been at this long?"
(repost) open to: m / masc nb, bottoms/subs, 30+, trans friendly. muse: james abernathy, 40-45, lawyer connections: friend, neighbor, colleague/coworker, rival lawyer, etc. no ta*boo. plot: James runs into someone he knows at the bdsm/sex club he frequents.
“I’m going to be honest, you’re one of the last people I ever expected to run in to here - not that i’m complaining. I just would have never guessed you were into this lifestyle. And if I had known, well…” James trailed off, giving them a flirtatious grin. “Since we’re both here, would you let me buy you a drink?”
Theo's cheeks were warmed by a deep pink flush and he couldn't even blame the alcohol he had yet to calm his nerves with. He thought maybe, just maybe, he could blend in — to not seem like a fish out of water as he shared curious glances with people who had frequented the club more than he has. "I... uh, am sorta figuring that out myself. Does something about me give 'he shouldn't be here'?" He swallows hard, his eyes shifting down to his neighbor's mouth as he grinned. "I'd like that."
muse: liam han, he/him, 24-25 — florist verse !!
open to: everyone, m/nb if romantic + plot: liam works at a flower shop opposite of y/m's workplace. since their shop's facing each other, liam and y/m talk to each other (using notes, hand signs, etc!) when the shop's not busy and they decide to finally talk to each other in person!
"i can't believe it took us this long to hear each other's voices." liam says with a soft chuckle, "um, i wanted to give you this—" he offers a sunflower before he takes a pause, "wait, you're not allergic to flowers, are you?"
Laurie's laugh echos his, soft and airy as he begins to reach out before they pull their hand back and giggle another delicate laugh. "No, no," he says, shaking his head as he chases the right words, gaze between the flower and the florist. "They're beautiful."
closed: @wcrstbehavior.
muse: malik grant, he/him, 27, rising star nfl quarterback.
plot: after a big win for a spot in the playoffs, malik shares a kiss with someone new on the sidelines... and his assistant, whom he'd previously crossed the professional line with, had witnessed his celebration.
Malik first spots her near the edge of the tunnel, half-turned away from the field, presumably on her way to coordinate a post game interview. Already back in work mode while everyone else is still riding the win. He watches her for a couple seconds longer than necessary, a lingering gaze long enough to confirm what he’s been sensing since the final whistle. Something was off. He rushes over to her, passing a couple of his teammates to the locker room without a single acknowledgement. “You’ve been quiet," he breathes out, a couple steps from her to keep a respectful distance before pausing. “Look,” he continues, lowering his voice as a few players pass by, “I’m not here to start anything. I just need to check in.”
cleo giggled at amari's words. the two of them had always given each other compliments that on paper sounded like flirting. it didn't mean anything. the burning sensation in cleo's chest must have been from the vodka. "that's true, you're so right. i am prize winningly hot. but i'm not supposed to say i know i'm hot out loud so this conversation has to stay between us." she remarked with a grin. seeming confident and seeming vain was a fine line and she put effort into walking it carefully. "how have you been? i feel like we haven't spent enough time together recently."
Amari smiled a little longer this time, eyes warm. “Mm, yeah, that secret is definitely safe with me,” she teased. “Honestly, though? You’re allowed to know you’re hot. You own it, and don't make it anyone else's problem. People are just happy to stop and stare." She tilted her head, studying Cleo like she always did when she was being sincere. “I’ve been good.. but better when you’re around, if I’m being honest. You're right. We should steal each other back and forget the rest of the world every now and again." She stared out to the crowd once more, then back. "It's not like Brandon would mind. If he ever makes his mind up."
there was something about the way he called her 'good girl' that had always brought a blush to her cheeks. it was no different now as the girl felt her cheeks warm, fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt. ❝ for you yes, but that also probably makes me end up on the naughty list in general. ❞ she expressed with a soft laugh, head shaking at the thought of it. ❝ but i don't mind doing it just for you. ❞
Rowan wasn't the soft type — never was and fairly certain he never would be, but someone like Stella brought out a smile from beneath the surface with the sound of her laugh and the pink hue of her cheeks. He traced a finger along her collarbone, his other hand on her hip as he kept her near. "Just for me?" He repeated, as if he had just wanted her to say it again. "Okay, then. Show me what's mine."
liam nodded his head, "of course," a soft smile tugged at his lips as he reached for diego's hand, "i want them to meet the person that i've been seeing," he said with a light chuckle, his cheeks dusted a faint shade of pink. "i'll let them know, then. we could book an airbnb nearby if that's what you prefer too, they can be a little... nosey." he smiled sheepishly.
Diego couldn't help but smile back, Liam's own far too contagious as he took his hand in his, admiring the blush on his cheeks as he spoke. "We can, if you're more comfortable with that... but really, I don't mind, I grew up in a small house with paper walls and like, three too many siblings." Giving his hand a squeeze, his smile bordered on a smirk as he continued. "Plus, hooking up in your childhood bedroom was totally on my Christmas list this year."
Kavi scrunched their nose, bracing for the inevitable. They knew exactly what joke Diego was going to make, and yet there was still this pause in which it might be worse or better than expected. "Not a mystery," they said, yanking open the fridge. "Just, you know, hydrating. And none of my business whether you like tea, coffee, or just living dangerously with no electrolytes," they added, "Do you even have a favorite kind of tea?"
Diego huffed out a laugh, enjoying his time just studying them, knowing well enough he could have used the time to excuse himself to get dressed, meet them back once the tea was ready to be served, and yet he chose to pull out a seat at the island and settle in. Drumming his fingers against the table for dramatic effect, he thought, eventually coming to no real conclusion that mattered — truth was, he was more of a coffee guy outside of a green tea every now and again, but it was a nice way to linger. "Surprise me."
the smile never fell from his features as he listened to the other, watching how he fumbled with the tape. ❝ you want me to leave you alone instead? ❞ jackson chuckled, though he was sure that he'd already known the answer to that as well. ❝ you won't put the wrong names, you never get anything wrong. ❞ fingers barely drifted through theo's hair once more before he had finally pulled away, to allow the other male to focus. ❝ how about instead, you tell me what you want for dinner, and i'll leave you alone long enough to get it ordered. ❞
"No." Theo was quick to answer as Jackson's feather light touches still sent a shiver down his spine, the distraction far more welcome than any distance he was willing to put between them, even if it was for the greater good of productivity. His eyes followed him as he pulled away, quietly deciding that saying he wanted him was a little less jolly than he'd originally intended as he set out to perfectly wrap each individual present to pristine condition. "We don't have to go all out. You're already promising me fifteen more presents, remember?" He drummed the marker he'd been using to write in cursive script against the box settled between his legs for emphasis, "Something quick, maybe we can just get a pizza?" He took the cap of the marker off with his teeth, shrugging his shoulders to show he had no real preference. "But if you're going with that —" he paused, hiding his smirk with a duck of his head. "Just don't forget the stuffed crust. You know how I like it."
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jackson knew he could always count on the other to pull out some kind of teacher wisdom, it hadn't mattered what was going on, it was just something he'd started to expect. ❝ i think after this long, it's a lost art, babe. why do you think i usually put things into gift bags instead? ❞ it was way easier than having to actually wrap things, or hire someone to do it for him. ❝ i'll buy you dinner and dessert. ❞ the male nodded as he moved to where the other was, leaning down as he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. ❝ but only because you look so damn domestic sitting there wrapping everything. ❞
Theo shifted on the floor, cheeks warming as he fumbled with the tape. "You're sort of distracting." He blinked his eyes up at him from the paper, a smile on his face as he leaned into him. "Hovering over me and giving me soft kisses, sweetening the deal." He sighed like it was the hardest part of his task, "If I write the wrong names on these tags, it's your fault for... I don't know. Looking the way you do."
