multi-muse

Welcome to underthclight, your one stop shop for a multitude of adventures. A few details before we begin. Literate roleplay only. Extreme NSFW themes. Triggers/Smut will not always be tagged. 18+ only. MUN is 24. Friendly but selective. If you're still intrigued, see below for available muses.

[underthclight]

MUSES || RULES

                                                                                ORIGINAL MUSES 

EDMUND KING 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JmT27zQQVUX7E8OXodKEcDLlPFnCaEb94f7zdlWz5zo/edit?usp=sharing

BO MURPHY 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GFYyyJAvCSJPsZXOuc5bk-1-WTXk610x0iapQbYTvMM/edit

PERCY MURPHY 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1J-qwEm1iPmCyStZmpMxjOtG5p8wuWSeCGClRGdNhugc/edit

VIOLET ROSSI

OFFICIAL BIO COMING SOON

24. Bisexual. Journalist for a women-led magazine. Bossy. Career driven. To smart for her own good. Born and raised in a trailer park, clawed her way out to the city.

                                                                        FANDOM BASED MUSES

PETER DIXON  (AU: THE WALKING DEAD)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1a2Avh7Q80aPmTiD_gbQiVVI5ZaF7nyV4jQMIw7Io5_I/edit

ALICE HENLEY (AU: THE WALKING DEAD)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nUhRn3sTQwS0lmBWy1DceW2EkIsnqcd8IOvejW-sMB0/edit?usp=sharing

LIAM WINCHESTER (AU: SUPERNATURAL)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1M9IfLzmA9dYbOdYq0J-rz5PLphF0K84pWrn_fsKvusw/edit

MORE MUSES COMING SOON... 

P o s s i b l e  T h e m e s

Zombie Apocalypse 

Horror 

Medieval

Crime 

Forbidden/Taboo Relationship

Supernatural 

World War 2

1950′s

Superheroes 

Greek Mythology 

F A N D O M S

American Horror Story 

The Walking Dead

Narnia

One Direction 

1917

The Vampire Diaries 

Supernatural

DC // Marvel

Percy Jackson

The Boys 

[ R U L E S ]

1. You must be (18+). My characters are incredibly NSFW and I’m (21+). I don’t personally feel comfortable role-playing with a minor. 

2. NO instant relationship plots. If your character wants too be in a serious relationship with one of my muses, they need to work for it. Slow burns are way more fun.

3. I love role-playing with female characters but I will not negotiate on relationships if my muse is gay.

4. If you approach me about role-playing, specify a muse and have some sort of idea in mind. If you can’t choose between my muses, I’ll happily pick one for you. 

5. Literate role-play ONLY. I want at least a paragraph consisting of 7-10 lines. I get bored if you don’t give me something to work with.

6. If I don’t respond right away and you start flooding my inbox for a response, I’m dropping our plot. Please trust me to respond when I have the time. If I lose interest, I’ll tell you. If I don’t respond in a week, you can send me ONE message about our thread. I know this seems harsh, but I get really stressed out when someone is harassing me for a response.

7. Please tell me your triggers. I don’t hold back in role-plays. I’m explicitly descriptive, gravitate towards dark themes and can be very vulgar. If any of this bothers you, we probably aren’t a good match.  

8. Please read my muses’ biographies and my rules before we start discussing our plot.

Comment below or DM me ‘hello there’ when you finish reading. :)

[underthclight]

open to: m/f/nb

muse: Liam Winchester; 18; Switch; Bisexual; Angel-Human Hybrid who hunts the supernatural.

connection: any

"Just tell me where you put my gun, and I'll leave you to enjoy your dinner." He popped a piece of white meat in his mouth. "Chicken's dry."

[boysveins]

"Your gun's not here, Liam." Bryce frowned and looked at his friend, shaking his head. "Even if it is, I'd throw it away. Look, I'm worried about you, and I'm allowed to feel that way. I'm your best friend." He insisted. "So no, it's not here, and the chicken's tender, not dry."

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"You know it's not tender. Same way you know I need that gun for work." Liam swallowed the mediocre chicken before reaching for Bryce's water to wash it down. He gulped half the glass, then slammed the cup on the table. "Do I need to remind you of my rules?"

[rescuersofthetidesrp]

Open to: M/F

Suggested Connections: Friend, Trainer at the gym, Stranger at the gym, anyone you'd like though bear in mind he's a top.

Swimming wasn't just a hobby to him, it was his job; his career. Given that, Adam had a tendency to lose focus while he was swimming, the entire world faded away. This was a bit of a problem considering he was using a public pool. After awhile self-realization kicked in and Adam got himself out and approached the friendly face at the side. "Sorry if I was kinda hogging the pool, I promise it wasn't on purpose, just lost track of time. I'll probably hit the showers now though."

[underthclight]

Truthfully? Bo could've dipped his toes in the pool at any time. Despite the vigorous laps, the man swam, there was room to swim if you hugged the wall. Instead of cooling off, he found himself enthralled with the gorgeous red head effortlessly slicing through the water. He stared for so long that he didn't realize he was until the man approached him. It took the willpower of a God to maintain eye contact. "Oh, yeah, no worries, man." Bo cleared his throat. "You...um...you swim fast. That's cool." He managed to get out. "You come here often?"

[blindspct]

WHO: hayden st. claire. esthetician. bisexual. 25-27. josephine langford fc. OPEN TO: anyone 21+ PLOT: our muses have been hooking up for a little while and hayden didn't think anything was going to come of it...until flowers showed up at her job for her.

hayden couldn't bite back the smile that appeared on her face when the flowers were delivered. while she hadn't been actively dating someone, she had been sleeping with someone and so, these flowers were completely unexpected. as soon as she got off work, she wasted no time showing up at their place. "so, what? you like me now?" she teased softly as they answered the door.

[underthclight]

Violet knew Hayden was about to knock on her door long before she heard her eager little knuckles rap on the door. She could smell that perfume from miles away. Smirking to herself, she opened the door and leaned against the frame as she shamelessly eyed the smaller woman. "No, I just like showering with you." She teased back. "Thought you weren't coming til' later?"

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open to: m/f/nb plot: y/m is someone celia started seeing after she started her sex work. she didn't tell them she was a prostitute and they just found out. Jealous/possessive/maybe mean sex incoming. Take it any way you want. Character does not need to have a penis, they can be using their fingers, an object/toy, whatever. Set in a period era would be preferable to me but I can do modern too!

"ow - easy. Please." Their grip is possessive, holding themself inside her from behind. Celia hadn't intended for their romance to continue, but it had. And somewhere along the way, she'd begun pretending that it didn't matter if they didn't know about her secret affairs, taking money for sex from men at the inn by night. She may have been the governor's daughter, with more money at her disposal than she knew what to do with. But Celia needed money of her own, and selling herself was the way. Not for them though. They were something special, something just for fun -- fun until they'd found out. Now, there was something different in their energy. Possessive, jealous, maybe almost punishing. They pounded into her relentlessly but wouldn't let her move, her back pinned to their chest. Celia's heart hammered, unsure if she was even safe with the person she usually loved. "It started.. before I met you," Celia tried to explain through her heavy breathing. But now wasn't the time. "They don't matter."

[underthclight]

The more Cecilia talked, the harder Violet fucked the toy into her. If she could still form a coherent sentence, that meant she wasn't making her legs shake, and if she wasn't making her legs shake, it'd take them all night to drench the mattress. She had every intention of making her cum again and again until the sheets permanently smelled like her. With her other hand, she pinched and twisted those rosy nipples as she pinned the blonde to her chest. "Yeah, you're right, he doesn't matter. Only I matter. You said so yourself." She hissed, panting from the effort to keep the toy pumping into her at a continuous pace. "He can turn you upside down, sideways, and twist you into new forms, but he'll never get as deep as I can." She shoved the toy in and held it inside of her. She circled her hand, wanting to make Ceclia's hips twitch against it. She wanted to see her grinding on the silicone. "He'll never hear the way you mewl when I taste you. Or see every muscle in your body go ridged." She grabbed her chin between her trembling fingers. Violet hadn't stopped shaking since she found out. She couldn't ever remember feeling such a deep sense of anger. If it was another woman, maybe it would've hurt less, but knowing it was a man made her rage poison her blood. They were disgusting creatures and to think that asshole had buried himself inside her Ceclia, made her want to fuck her over and over until her insides were cleansed. "Say my name Cecilia. I wanna hear it." She dug her nails into the soft skin of her chin. "I want them all to hear it."

[cigarettesandcoffee]

@underthclight

"You genuinely believe you'd survive without someone to babysit your social presence?" Solera snickered, "Do you know how much shit I dug up on you with a surface level search?"

Flicking her hair over her shoulder and out of her way, she tapped a few things on her phone screen, "Oh look, I know who you took to the high rise last night in three taps. Should I remind you what you ate off the room service menu? Or how there was an extra charge to your room for them cleaning up 'suspect paraphernalia'?"

When his manager said that this woman was insanely good at her job, he wasn't lying. In fact, he had purposefully chosen to omit a few things about her.

[underthclight]

"No shit you can dig me up on a surface level. At ten years old, I was America's sweetheart while you were playing with worms in a sandbox." Eddie actually had no idea if this vile woman was older or younger, but his mother always told him to speak with confidence, even if it was bullshit.

Rolling his eyes, he leaned back in his chair with a sarcastic pearly white smile. "Wow, sounds like you're on your way to being America's most wanted stalker." He picked at his nails. They were getting brittle. He needed to book another afternoon at the spa soon.

He arched a finely shaped eyebrow at her. "Big kids call it porn. Big whoop. The press has caught me doing way worse in bars." He swiped his tongue over his lips. "You know, I bet if we get you in a cocktail dress and have you pound five tequila shots, you'd be the life of the party."

[cigarettesandcoffee]

A heavy, already frustrated sigh. She didn't get paid enough to deal with America's number one nepo-baby.

Licking the inside of her cheek, she tweaked her head and nodded, tapping away at her phone again. "I'm paid to stalk you, get used to it." She corrected him with a huff, "I'm texting you're regular booty calls to let them know you're going dry for the week. If you want to play nice; I'll tell them you're preparing for a role. If you want to play dirty, I'll tell them you caught the clap and they should go get tested." Solera looked up and gave him an over the top fake smile, "Your choice." She hummed before returning her eyes to her phone.

"Yeah, well I'm here to keep you from doing shit like that and fucking up your already fucked up image worse." She uncrossed her legs and stood up, "And for the record, I'm actually offended that you think five shots of tequila is enough to put me under the table." She grumbled, eyeing him up and down before crossing her arms. "Oh, and I already changed all the passwords to your social media accounts. I'll be handling them. You can have them back when you're not an impertinent man-child. Maybe. I doubt it."

[underthclight]

Last week, Edmund's manager, Mr. Moonie (unfortunate name) sat him down to warn him that if he made one more headline, he was gonna send in his best people to do damage control. Unphased by the threat, Eddie got shit faced and smashed somebody's face into the bar counter for calling him a wash up. Less than twenty four hours later, Moonie sent him this bitch with a fuck you fruit basket and now she was basically taking over his life until they could clean up his image.

"Whatever you say. My life's a video game and you're the only one allowed to use the controller." He looked her up and down, same time she eyed him. Her personality ruined her divine looks. "You're right, you'd spread your legs after two shots, not five." He snarked.

With a sarcastic smile, colder than the ice on top of his favorite ski mountain--Edmund turned to walk into the kitchen to pour himself a drink. All this talk of tequila was making him thirsty for whiskey. "So how long are you under contract to make me boring? Or are you the permanent angel on my shoulder, judging everything from my cashmere to my taste in women?" He called out.

[underthclight]

open to: m/f/nb

muse: Liam Winchester; 18; Switch; Bisexual; Angel-Human Hybrid who hunts the supernatural.

connection: any

"Just tell me where you put my gun, and I'll leave you to enjoy your dinner." He popped a piece of white meat in his mouth. "Chicken's dry."

[underthclight]

open to: m/f/nb

muse: Violet; 24; Bisexual; Switch; Journalist for a popular magazine.

connection: any

"Why are you here? I told you yesterday, our conversation is over. I asked, you told, now beat it unless you want me to put this in my article too."

[underthclight]

open to: m/f/nb

muse: Percy; 22; Gay; Switch; Painter and male escort.

connection: YC is a new clientor returning client, friends, strangers in a bar, coworkers, enemies, whatever the vibe is.

"For that amount, I'll take your shoe off and kiss your toe. If you wanna fun night, you'll have to pull out more cash, sweetheart. Boss doesn't let me work for free."

[underthclight]

open to: m/f/nb

muse: Bo Murphy; 23; Gay; Switch; Horror Writer and front desk attendant at his Mother's shady motel.

connection: friends, YC is a guest at motel, YC is a criminal, fwb, neighbors, coworkers, enemies, whatever goes.

"I don't write this dark stuff for fun or to be edgy." Bo swiped the notebook from the other's hand. "It's all real stories. Real things I've seen happened at my Mom's motel."

[underthclight]

open to: m/f/nb

muse: Edmund King; Any AU; Famous Actor; 25; Bisexual; Switch.

connections: director, fellow actor, agent, manager, assistant, friend, fan, current love interest, fwb, whatever tickles your fancy.

"What do you mean cut? This is the millionth take! What's wrong with it now?"

[underthclight]

open to: m/f/nb

muse: Peter Dixon; Modern AU; 26; Switch; Tattoo artist, thief, and drug dealer.

connections: neighbor, friend, coworker, enemy, crush, whatever feels right.

"I'm serious. Where's the damn bag? My brother's gonna fucking kill us!"

[underthclight]

open to: m/f/nb

muse: Alice Henley; modern day AU; 25; bisexual; switch with heavy dom lean.

connections: strangers, on a blind date, meeting at a bar, a fellow teacher who works at the school, one of her students' parents, or whatever clever thing you dream up!

"What, you don't think teachers can have fun?" She let her eyes flicker down their frame. "That we just stop having quiet desires, or the inclination to do bad things?" She met their eye, unimpressed with their recent remark. "Cause that'd make me a robot and I don't think I'm a robot." She lifted her fingers to brush some hair off their face. "Do you?"

[cigarettesandcoffee]

@underthclight subjected themselves to the idiot

"I'm not saying your brother sounds like he thinks women pee out of their vagina, but I'm also not NOT saying that." He muttered to Bo as if it were matter of fact.

[underthclight]

"Nah man, I guarantee he thinks that." Bo sat up on the couch as he moved his empty beer bottle to the coffee table. "In fact, I'm willing to bet he's never seen one in his life." He snickered.

[cigarettesandcoffee]

"Listen-" He choked back a laugh, "Being a virigin is okay and all, but to be THAT hard-core of a virgin. Like incel levels of virginity." He snorted as he finally let the laugh peak through, "Like it's a fucking sport."

[underthclight]

Hearing him laugh, only drew a more genuine burst of laughter from Bo. "You should see all the trophies he has in his room," he smacked his chest. "There's a whole shelf of stiff socks above his bed!" He snorted. If Kace was anywhere near earshot, Bo wouldn't dream of making fun of him, but any excuse to do so was a breath of fresh air.

[cigarettesandcoffee]

Bursting out in laughter, Liam covered his face for a moment, only to hold his stomach, "Fuck, man, I think I'm ganna throw up." He was laughing so hard it was hard to breathe.

"I don't think I've jerked it in a sock since I was like twelve." He finally came down, taking a deep breath and putting a hand over his chest. "When people say "oh no one wants to have sex with me," that's just a fucking lie. Getting dick, getting pussy, easier than getting groceries. I swear to God, some people make a conscious choice to stay un-fucked."

[underthclight]

Hearing Liam's uncontrollable laughter, made Bo collapse on the armrest with a fit of his own. He normally didn't laugh, or riff this much, but it was rare he found people brave enough to shit on his asshole brother. The beer also helped the unusually smooth flow of his humor. Catching his breath, he sunk back into the couch with a sheepish smile. "Ain't that the fucking truth! If Kace knew my body count, he'd do a back into a pit of fire." He cracked open another beer for himself and Liam. "He thinks he's hot shit. The amount of times he's sworn the women come to him, is just sad." He passed him his beer. "I don't think I've ever beat it into a sock. I think I just let it spray everywhere." He smirked. "Don't check my room with a black light."

[cigarettesandcoffee]

Taking the beer from Bo before clinking them together in thanks, he knocked back a swig before sitting up a bit. "Ooooo, Bo's body count. I definitely need to hear the deets." He pursed his lips and wiggled his brow suggestively, perching his chin on his fist. "Women or men? Older? Same age? Kinky? Weird shit?" He interrogated with a grin.

[underthclight]

Despite the booze slowly poisoning his bloodstream, Bo found himself shifting nervously with an awkward chuckle. If he was sober, he would've immediately shut down a question like that, but what was the harm in spilling a dirty secret or two? "Don't tell my Ma, but I like to work that front desk sweetheart angle. I think I snag at least one body a week, if not three or four." He ran his tongue over his teeth. "Older, same age, super kinky and weird shit. Like, if I took that purity test thing it'd go up in flames." He chuckled, taking a careful swig from his bottle. "What about you? Where's your playground?"

[cigarettesandcoffee]

"You? Noooo, you're bullshitting me." He admonished, waving a hand in dismissal. Only to snort and chuckle, "You seriously fuck customers? In the motel??" He repeated, pursing his lips in thought for a moment before nodding, "That's kind of really fucking hot, I'm not ganna lie." He snickered, taking another swig from his beer before setting it down.

"I don't think I have a playground like a serial killer, you animal." Liam laughed, "I don't know man, if I meet someone I vibe with, and they vibe with me, we fuck. But the one and done thing for me is kind of old news. I like being invested. Call me a sap. But the orgasms are way fucking better when you've got emotions plugged into it." He explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

"One night things happen, don't get me wrong. But I prefer to Fuck With Feelings™." A nod, "Like if we fucked. I'd care way more about making you cum than some rando."

[underthclight]

"Yeah," Bo breathed out, having a hard time fighting the pride in his voice. "It's easier than trying to sneak out past my Mom on a Saturday night." Mrs. Murphy had a reputation for keeping her boys on a tight leash. Especially Bo. It didnt matter that he was a grown adult. Every time he tried to go, her and her not so nice friends raised hell. It was easier to stick around.

He pointed the tip of his beer bottle at Liam. "Annnnd, its more variety for the spank bank. I got enough content up here to make Pornhub sad." Maybe that wasn't nessicarily something to be proud of, but it was only fun he got to have other than working in the motel. He wished he had the option of a relationship, but it was off the table for several reasons.

He only half listened to Liam's sappy poetic musings about feelings and orgasms. He planned to change the topic back to the game, only for him to make him choke on his beer. "If we fucked?" He coughed. The liquid dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt. He tried to ease back on the defensiveness in his voice, only for it to come out flustered. "That's a nice thought, Liam, but you couldn't pull me even if you were rich and had a pound of weed." He wiped the liquid off his bottom lip with the swipe of his thumb.

[cigarettesandcoffee]

Liam laughed when the other nearly choked at his insinuation, "If I couldn't pull you? Babes, you couldn't pull me." He corrected him, leaning over to boop Bo on the nose, the silly little boy he was. "I would put all the orgasms you've had at the motel to shame. Guaranteed." He assured Bo, taking back up his beer to take down another gulp of the amber liquid.

"Can you genuinely say you've been with a man who didn't say some corny shit like fucking you was taboo, or his wife couldn't find out, or no one knew he was into men?" He inquired, "If the answer is no, then you haven't been fucked by a man properly. Because those men fuck men like they fuck women. And that's the wrong way to fuck a man."

A snicker, he polished off the rest of his beer. "I, on the other hand, am passionate about fucking dudes."

[underthclight]

"Bullshit. I know you moron, you aren't patient enough to send anybody over the edge. One time, I watched you eat partially frozen leftovers because you didn't want to wait for them to finish in the microwave." Bo found the heat slowly creeping up his neck and ears as he nursed his bottle like a lifeline. "I never said I fucked men." He grunted.

Up til' now, he had never openly admitted to Liam that he slept with guys. In fact, the only ones who really knew were the men he managed to charm. Sometimes, he didn't even like them, he just enjoyed the chase or being chased. It was the only thing that filled the hole of being mostly closeted. Yeah, the world was way more accepted but his world didn't extend past a couple of friends, his mom and brother.

He broke eye contact with Liam, hoping he couldn't see the rippling waves of curiosity lapping down his body. "It's nice you have hobbies, my man. Better than rotting on the couch." He breathed out, reaching for the remote. He cleared his throat as he changed sitting positions, hoping that'd keep his blood from flowing down. "What should we watch?"

[cigarettesandcoffee]

"Okay, woah, woah, woah. Cold Chinese food and making a man cum are two totally different categories. One is a midnight snack and the other is ART." He corrected the other male yet again. Though when Bo clarified he'd never specified that he fucked men, Liam snickered and set the empty bottle down. "You didn't NOT say you fuck men, either. Which, by the way you suddenly look like someone put you under a heat lamp, I'm assuming you have."

Liam looked away and thought out loud for a moment, "Which is wild that we've never actually discussed what you're into."

He shook his head when Bo reached for the remote, snatching it and shutting off the TV before tossing the remote over his shoulder carelessly. "Bo, you're not...ashamed to like men, are you?" He suddenly asked, turning to face him better on the couch. Now that he thought about it, why WOULDNT Bo be ashamed? Liam had made some passing comments about dating men in front of Kace before and his responses had been less than supportive. By proxy, Kace had to have learned that from someone.

"You know it's okay to like men, right?"

[underthclight]

Bo snorted, but it wasn't a friendly one. It was dismissive as he started aimlessly flipping through channels, hoping he could redirect Liam's attention. "Making a man cum isn't art. You could breath on a guy's feet and he'd jizz everywhere. Stop being dramatic." He scolded, wishing he could go back thirty minutes and slap himself for bitchin' about his brother. Cause if he hadn't he wouldn't be quivering like a virgin at the thought of what sorta art Liam would make with him. How would somebody, somebody real enthusiastic and fun, make another somebody cum. He was squirming just thinking about it. Which didn't help ease his intense nerves.

"Liam!" He scolded, reaching for the remote, only for it to go flying across the room and leaving Bo with two options. One, he could get up and storm out, leaving Liam with their six packs and his turned off TV. Or he could try to gain some power back and make sure his blabbermouth friend kept his mouth shut.

He chose option two.

Huffing, he sat up straight on the couch as he chugged the last of his beer. "I'm not ashamed of nothing. I just like my head attached to my God damn body." He placed the bottle down on the coffee table with a soft bang. "And, yeah, I know it's okay. That's why I fuck 'em like I'm dying." He fell back against the couch with his arms crossed over his chest. He licked his lips."Cumming without the feelings is better. The less you know about the bag of bones in your bed, the more fun you have."

[cigarettesandcoffee]

Watching Bo, all Liam could picture in his head was a kid going "I know you are but what am I??" because that was basically the little fit his friend had just thrown; crossed arms and pouty face included. Quite frankly, it was adorable and wasn't helping the fact that he wanted to tease him more.

"Alright, since you're so sure-" He began with a shrug of his shoulders, Liam pulled his flannel off his shoulders and tossed it aside, cracking his neck before moving to sit closer to Bo. "Let's make a bet. You let me give you head. I'm wrong, and me caring about you makes it God awful, I'll pay you $500. But, if I blow your fucking mind, you have to let me show you how good the sex can be."

A smirk, "No strings attached. Just two friends touching each others cocks."

[underthclight]

If Bo was an honest to God dick like Kace, he would've told Liam that his annoying determination to be right was why he didn't have more friends. But truthfully, Liam could lap circles around him when it came to making friends. He was charismatic and funny. Bo was moody and grumpy unless he had a beer in hand or a blunt in his lips. Liam lit up rooms, Bo made them dark and gloomy. Liam could talk your ear off, Bo loved silence. In a lot of ways, they were opposites, and their friendship made no sense.

But then he watched him slide his flannel off and crack his neck.

Maybe it made a little sense. Just a smidge.

Then he moved into his space, and it made a lot of sense.

Stubbornly, he kept his arms crossed and knees clamped together as his whole face went red and his chest started heaving. The thought of Liam's pretty mouth wrapped around his cock as he choked on him made Bo's mouth dry with thirst. As did the promise of a life changing orgasm and sex. "What if...I don't know..." he mumbled, squirming next to him. Finally, he mustered the courage to meet his eye. "I'm not a prude, but you're like my only friend. What if...what if it like ruins our friendship? Like what if it's so bad, I can't ever see you again?" He asked, partially teasing, mostly serious.

[cigarettesandcoffee]

Again, he busted out laughing, holding his chest with a snort as the other actually thought for a second it would be so bad that he'd never want to look at his face again. Liam knew part of the sentiment was serious though. They were best friends, and if some shitty sex ruined it, that would be an absolute bummer, so he could see where Bo was coming from.

"I won't be offended if it's not for you, dude. Not every pairing is a match. Maybe I'm into shit you're not into, who the fuck knows. But you're like my number one, I wouldn't let that opinion change that." He genuinely assured Bo with a shrug of his shoulders, "But think of the flip side, what if it's really fucking good and then you have an amazing best friend AND an amazing friend with benefits in one?" He gave a wiggle of his eyebrows, only to laugh.

"You do have to let me make out with you first before I suck your dick, though. Formalities. You understand. You can't taste one without the other."

[underthclight]

At the end of the day, it'd take a lot for Liam to scare Bo away. Aside from the fact he was one of the only friends, his Mom let him go out to see--he'd miss him too much. He wouldn't have anyone to bitch to about Kace to, or break a rib laughing over nonsense with. When he was around Liam, it made him feel less freaky and more normal. And he wouldn't easily throw that away.

But he was an incredibly horny, borderline drunk guy, and when someone as well cut as Liam wants to relieve you, it's really, really hard to pass that up.

Daring to loosen up, Bo let his eyes flicker over the length of the other man's body. He wondered what he tasted like, as he fantasized about making him shake from head to toe. Bo may lack passion, but he knew his way around slutty men needing a release and the idea of knocking him down a peg was fun. Even pulled a chuckle from him.

He met his eye as he laid his cheek on the top of the couch. "Nah, I don't do friends with benefits. To messy. One and done. If you get that far." His raspy voice lowered to a shaky whisper. "Not to work my street corner, but I'm not a cheap whore. Six hundred." He negotiated. "And if I don't like how you kiss, you don't get to go anywhere near my dick, asshole."

[cigarettesandcoffee]

"Fine but don't come bitching to me if I rock your shit and then you're mad your mad I'm going to rock someone else's shit." He teased, cracking open another beer to whet his whistle, knocking back a sizable gulp before exhaling a relieved breath.

Liam shrugged in regards to the money, "Say less." He agreed, setting the bottle down before getting even closer to Bo. "You don't get to deduct points for me tasting like beer. Because you ALSO taste like beer." He snickered, scratching his beard absent-mindedly for a moment.

Eyeing Bo up and down, he gave a soft chuckle, "You wanna uh...not look like a five year old throwing a temper tantrum for a minute so I can suck your face?"

[underthclight]

Bo rolled his eyes so wide they fluttered shut for a moment. "Put your dick wherever you want, man. I'm not your master." He fought the urge to frown and pout deeper as he swiped, the half drank beer from Liam. "This is my normal face. You gotta love me for me, or I won't let you love my body." He scolded as he finished the beer, then tossed the bottle onto the carpet.

Liam eyeing him up and soaking him in, made Bo's blood rush faster. Already, he had to readjust his jeans so they didn't suffocate him. He wondered if he was doing this for shits and giggles, or if Liam actually found certain parts of him attractive. Bo knew he wasn't bad to look at it. Countless men commented on his full lips, puppy dog eyes and how firm his tall frame was. But something about Liam looking at him, with sultry eyes, made him extremely self aware. It made him want to look good and perform good.

Breathing in deep, Bo scooched the rest of the way in, so the sides of their bodies were pressed together. The tips of their noses brushed. "You reek of beer." He remarked. Not that he minded. It was a nice smell. Better than other things. "Come on then, make me six hundred dollars richer."

[cigarettesandcoffee]

"You could be my master. I'm into that shit. Put me on a leash, baby." He rolled his tongue in a purr, only to end up laughing. Was he joking? Maybe. Maybe not. "That is NOT your normal face. That's the face you make when I tell you I'm not stopping for bubble tea after we go eat." He disagreed with a snort.

Of course Liam noticed that Bo adjusted himself through his pants, it was cute and hot at the same time that he'd gotten himself so worked up that he was already choking his dick with his pants. Bo was undoubtedly good looking. He had features that were both youthful and mature, sharp angles meeting soft lines, what wasn't there to like?

Bo came closer, and Liam turned to properly face him, snickering as he mentioned the smell of beer, "Sure you're not smelling your upper lip?" He taunted, brushing his nose against the other's. His eyes lower to admire Bo's lips for a moment before he finally closed the gap between them.

The kiss was tender, eased at first, testing the waters, but with each growing pass of their lips, it became more...passionate. Liam inched just that breath closer, bringing a hand up to card it through Bo's hair, caressing the back of his head and holding him close as his tongue moved to taste him.

[underthclight]

Bo had never thought about putting somebody on a leash before, but he loved the thought of wrapped lathering around Liam's neck. He'd make sure he left his Adam's apple free so he could watch it bob in excitement as he tightened it on and dragged him around the room. The thought made him sick with an exciting new kind of lust. It almost made him wish he didn't have his stupid rules about one-time flings. He never got the chance to experiment with what he liked or didn't because he was always so anxious that said person would slip up around his family. Still, despite knowing he couldn't, it didn't make the fantasies any less fun.

He parted his lips to give a snarky response, but before it came out, Liam's mouth latched onto his in one of the most thrilling kisses he ever had. The brush of his warm mouth over his and his beard tickling his chin made Bo forget any worries he had. He tasted like beer mostly, but there was a naturally sweet taste behind it. One he got a better grasp of when he slid his tongue in his mouth.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Bo found himself exhaling the tiniest moan as he pressed himself into the larger male's side and cupped the back of his neck. He slowly but eagerly rolled his tongue over his, savoring the pleasant texture of his tongue. Liam's fingers tugging through the strands of his hair made him buzz. It made him feel more confident about letting his own hands wander over his thighs. They were mouth water beneath his palms. Bo couldn't resist rubbing the tops, outsides and the insides of them--all while being careful to avoid his crotch. For now.

[cigarettesandcoffee]

There was a hum that came in response to that ever so faint moan when it left Bo's lungs, the hair on the back of Liam's neck standing up as the other gripped at the skin there. The rest of the world melted away in those moments, it didn't matter. All he could hear was the smacking of their lips and his heartbeat pounding against his eardrums. It was quite frankly, bliss.

Bo's hands wandering his lap caused a stirring in his groin, undoubtedly, it gave him the go ahead to run his free hand down the other's hip, gripping it slightly, almost pulling him closer, as if they still weren't close enough.

Fuck. They definitely still weren't close enough.

Liam broke the kiss, just for a moment, gesturing for Bo to get closer. "C'mere." He coaxed, taking the other by the hips to guide him into staddling his lap, and when he was settled, he drew his fave back down to his own, reconnecting their lips just as, if not, hungrier than before.

His hands smoothed up Bo's sides, lifting his shirt a bit in the process. The other's skin felt like silk against his finger tips. From their new positioning, Liam couldn't help but tauntingly grind himself up against Bo, moaning into his mouth breathily.

[underthclight]

As exciting as it was to trace the shape and muscle of Liam's thighs--Bo always had a thing for thighs--it was twice as exciting to feel his best friend's hands grasp at his hips, before breathlessly coaxing him closer. Their lips momentarily parting was torture. It only increased his thirst as he crawled up onto his lap. "You're getting the Bo Murphy special." He breathed.

Once he had his knees on each side of Liam's hips, he pathetically fell back into the kiss with more confidence. Something about being above him, made him less shy even though he was the one sitting on his lap. He wouldn't admit it, but this one of the better kisses he's had, if not the best. Liam had balance. He didn't use too much tongue, but didn't avoid it. He didn't blindly put his lips on him. He found a rhythm to the way their mouths attached. And the way his breathing deepened and the quiet noises of pleasure he made...God...it activated every primal instinct in his body. By the time he started grinding their erections together, Bo was fully hard.

"Oh God," he groaned, pulling back for some air as his hips twitched on top of his. He was never more grateful for dry humping. The roll of his bulge over his was better than a hot bath after a long day. "You're a dick."

Dipping his head back down, he nipped at his bottom lip, before fully abandoning the kiss in favor of exploring other parts of his friend. Gliding a hand up the side of his face, he fisted his hair and tugged his head to the side so he could press a firm string of kisses across his jawline and down the side of the his neck. Occasionally, he nipped at the skin, loving the salty taste. He could really smell his natural musk, and it made him want to tear his clothes off and put his knees to his ears. "Moan louder...I want to hear more..." he growled, nipping at his earlobe as he applied more pressure to Liam's hips.

[cigarettesandcoffee]

Inhaling a sharp breath as his head was pulled aside by his hair, Liam allowed the other to be rough with him, if only for a moment, because he knew it was what was more than likely familiar to him. There was a very low chance the randos at the motel were actually taking care of Bo. Not before, not during, and definitely not after.

But that wasn't Liam's taste.

Loosely shaking his head to get it out of Bo's grasp, he sat back a bit, "Stop fighting for control, just relax." He all but whispered, nudging his nose with his own, "Let me take care of you." It was as much as suggestion as it was a promise.

Dipping his head down, he began to press feather-light kisses along Bo's neck, across his shoulder, stopping to nip and suck every so often. His fingers slipped beneath his shirt to caress his skin, thumbs tracing down the v-line of his hips, massaging faintly.

When he pulled back to look up at Bo, he cupped his face in one hand and kissed him again, this time much softer, "You're gorgeous, you know that?" He breathed quietly in the space between them, smiling.

"Take off your clothes and lay down." A soft, but firm command, his eyes looking him up and down.

[underthclight]

The first man Bo ever slept with a skateboarder guy in his forties. He could still remember the stench of incense on his clothes and how he played wind-chime music as he took his clothes off. He called it a sound bath. Said it helped calm the nerves. He was wrong. Nothing calmed Bo's nerves until the guy had him bent over his massage table and was ruthlessly railing him. Nothing felt better than rough, rip you to shreds sex. Bo always tried to stay away from violence and aggression--not wanting to be like Kace--so the bedroom became the only place he could get it out. He didn't see anything wrong with it. It was fun getting fucked so hard you thought you were gonna pass out. It was the only time he wasn't awkwardly aware of himself, or felt shy. He could let loose.

The same way he attempted to let loose with Liam. If they were gonna do it, might as well as do it, but his friend shut him down long before he could start bruising his neck with love bites.

"I am relaxed!" He snapped, jerking away. Only for Liam's gentle kisses on his neck to lure him closer again. "I'm not trying to control nothing." He quietly grunted. His eyes fluttered shut as he drew a series of sharp breaths. The way his mouth took time to explore him made him very aware of how much he enjoyed his neck being kissed. And his torso being touched. And how he wanted to be tenderly kissed.

His forehead fell against his as he gripped the sides of Liam's neck. He followed his rhythm. "You should look in the mirror. You're the pretty one." He whispered, running the pads of his thumbs over his cheeks. Bo believed he was cute and handsome in a southern, old-fashioned sort of way but gorgeous wasn't it.

At his command to take his clothes off, Bo found a needy whimper leaving his lips. "Okay." He breathed, catching one of Liam's hands in his so he could nip at the tips of his fingers. After a second of doing so, he let the hand fall so he could slip off his lap. He pulled off his shirt before laying back on the armrest. His fully exposed chest and stomach rose and fell rapidly. "Help me with my pants."

[cigarettesandcoffee]

For someone not trying to control anything, he was awfully resistant. A thought that made Liam internally chuckle. But he knew that Bo was just used to something completely different from what he had to offer. More than likely, he was going through what every young twenty something went through when it came to sex. He'd been there. He wanted to show Bo that there was something more, though. Something better.

That soft whimper sent a pang of arousal through him, how innocent Bo still was despite it all, so shy. With soft eyes, he watched him fall back and pull his shirt over his head, smiling when the other practically demanded he help him with the bottom half.

"You're very demanding, you know." A tease, he hunched over Bo to place several tender kisses down his naval as his hands worked to undo his jeans, slipping in the sides of them and his boxers to glide them down his body before pulling them off and tossing them onto the floor haphazardly.

Sitting back, Liam took a moment to drink his friend's body in, and God, had he no sense he'd have been drooling.

He shifted, moving between Bo's legs to resume kissing him, eagerly, hungrily. His hands explored the newly exposed flesh of his body, every inch, caressed with the utmost care. After several heartbeats, his lips trailed downwards, gracing his chest and collar with plush kisses, slow and sensual; an act of worship.

[underthclight]

Bo rolled his eyes. He wasn't demanding. He just wanted them to be equally involved. He didn't want to lay back and take it, no more than he wanted Liam to do all the work. Per his laws of attraction, fooling around like this was only happening once, and they were potentially ruining their friendship. So he wanted to make it worthwhile. He also didn't want Liam to think he was some mewling little twink.

"You're demanding." He fired back. As the older male kissed down his navel and slid off his jeans, Bo's hips arched up to his face, eager for more pressure against his warm skin. His voice dropped a pitch as it simmered to a longing whisper. "So fucking demanding."

His words were then lost with a shiver. Liam could see him naked. And he wasn't being subtle about staring at him. The shadowy silhouette of Liam sitting up to milk him in made Bo's dick heavy between his bare thighs. There was a cast of white artificial light from the kitchen. Otherwise, it was just them exploring each other in the dark living room.

Bo sat up on an elbow, right about the time Liam settled his bulkier frame between his thighs. The entirety of his body covering his, gave him goosebumps as he kissed him back. He fought the urge to fist his hair or whisper sinful things to him. Instead, he tried to relax. He tried to match the pace of his breathing. To really savor his taste and to listen to how their bodies reacted to one another. To let his wandering hands admire each curve and sensitive pocket of skin. Then, when Liam broke the kiss to explore his body, Bo laid back on the arm rest as he gently combed his fingers through his hair. The combination of his beard and soft lips made him squirm beneath him. "Jesus...that's nice...makes me feel like jazz should be playing or rain should be falling." He whispered, pulling up his knees so he could wrap his legs around him.

[cigarettesandcoffee]

Unable to stifle the laugh that arose from him as the other mentioned the ambiance that should have been in the background, he looked up at him with a grin, splaying his fingers over his naval, "You're so fucking cute. Shut up." He muttered against his skin.

Finally, his face reached Bo's groin, and anyone in a hurry to get to the fucking would have just blown him by that point. But Liam was on a very important mission to show the other that taking your time, exploring, indulging in your partner's body made the final pay off so much better. So instead, he ghosted his lips over the fullness of Bo's cock, exhaling warm breath against it, allowing his lips to dust ever so faintly against the skin.

He diverted his attention to leave lovebites in the crevasses of his hips, stroking his hands down his thighs, and soon enough guiding them up a bit to spread him out, leaving both his hole and cock in sight.

Absentmindedly, Liam's tongue ran over his bottom lip like he had just had a feast laid out in front of him. Lowering himself into a comfortable position, he pressed his tongue against Bo's hole, trailing it up his seam and back down again. Something that resembled a growl rumbled in the depths of his throat, he let himself indulge, lapping at that sweet pucker.

He hummed, reaching up to finally coil his fingers around Bo's cock, lazily stroking it, tauntingly slowly. He wanted to get the other worked up, wanted make him a blissed out mess.

[underthclight]

"I'm not a dog or a cat or some plushie you picked up at the store." Bo's breath staggered as Liam's fanned his groin. That small gesture made his insides bleed from how bad he hurt for his touch. "I'm n-not...cute..." he gasped, looking down to watch him with heavy lids. His lips ghosting over his cock made every vein bulge in his shaft. He held his breath, waiting for that blissful point of contact, only for Liam to completely ignore the real area of need.

He swore he could hear the asshole humming. It drove Bo insane. By this point, his partner was either choking on his dick or getting ready to shove him into the cushions. The slow nature of it made his skin crawl. He needed relief. Worse than a dehydrated runner after a race, or a hurting patient with a deep wound. He almost snapped again, but Liam's mouth leaving bruises on the dimples in his hips momentarily satisfied his craving for touch. Bo sunk back, trying not to squirm as he watched him take his flushed skin between his teeth. "How do you get anything done? Sex with you must take days." He teased, playfully pushing his forehead with his index finger before it disappeared between his stretched-out thighs. Bo fully laid back when he licked his hole. The texture of his tongue and the moisture felt like heaven. Then, when he paired it with stroking him, Bo found his hands reaching up to grasp at the air above his head. "Shit...that's nice..." he groaned, starting to pant. "This how you pay rent?" He whispered, pushing his hips harder against his face. The slow build had him twice as horny and three times as impatient. How was this gonna give him a better orgasm?

[svftlove-a]

open to females. ♡

" i know you brought him here just to piss me off, but at the end of the day, it doesn't matter. he still doesn't know your body the way i do. "

[underthclight]

"Oh please, you only know what I pretend to like. If there was a test on my body, you'd fail."

[thebaddestb-tchinthisclub-deact]

“Whatcha looking at? I got pie on my face or somethin’?”

[underthclight]

If Violet didn't need answers from the moron, she would've slapped the whipped cream off his face. She did opt for throwing a fistful of napkins at him though. "Can you act like an adult man for two seconds and answer me." She leaned in, wanting him to see she meant business. "What happened, Mrs. Durney?"

[thebaddestb-tchinthisclub-deact]

Dean flinched but caught a couple of the napkins. “Damn, aren’t you just a little ball of sunshine..” He wiped his face cleaning it off then looked her way. “Answer what!?” He tilted his head and his smile dropped as he got serious too. “Who the hell is Mrs. Durney? What are you going on about? Can’t I at least finish my pie before all this serious shit?”

[underthclight]

With each passing second, Violet started to wonder if throwing a plate at him would be more effective. Maybe glass cracking over his head and splitting it open would release all the shits and giggles. Breathing in deep, she picked up the butter knife on the table and flipped it between her knuckles. "Mrs. Durney is my neighbor. She went missing two days ago. Before that, she complained about seeing a man at night in her home. Now she's gone and the only lead I have is I saw you and your partner snooping around her property." She pointed the sharp point of polished metal at him. "So, before you piss me off anymore, you're gonna give me a piece of that pie. and tell me what happened."

[thebaddestb-tchinthisclub-deact]

Dean was just finally free of a damn hunt, so sue him if he just wanted to enjoy his off time. “That supposed to be intimidatin?” Dean asked as the young girl flipped a damn butter knife between her knuckles. “Oh please honey. If you think I kidnapped your poor elderly neighbor you are in far deeper shit than you think!” Dean was trying to not give the case away to this girl. Not wanting to open that floodgate of all of the supernatural good and bad and everything in between actually exists. “Wasn’t hungry anymore anyway…” Dean huffed and slid the plate of pie across the table to her. She reminded him of Sammy when he was growing up. So feisty. “I didn’t do shit. Listen, I’m a cop.” Dean lied with ease. “You’re trying to interrupt my investigation which I’ll have you know is a crime itself.”

[underthclight]

"Anything can be intimidating if you have a big enough imagination." Growing up, Violet watched her brothers turn the safest things into weapons. Newspapers. Plastic spoons. Air. If you were crazy enough, you could really mess somebody up with your environment. "I don't think you kidnapped her," She reached out her index finger to slide the plate of pie closer. She used the butterknife to scrape off the top before licking the cream off of the knife. "But I do think you know something." She repeated the motion, this time really digging into the filling at the core of his treat. "You're not a cop," she laughed. "If you were, the house would be taped off and you'd have a more convincing uniform than whatever that is." She licked the bite of pie off the knife again. "And funny enough, it's a crime to impersonate one. I could report you." She placed the knife down on the plate. "Or, I could avoid them figuring out I have warrants and you can tell me what you saw." She leaned back against the booth's cushions. "I'm conducting my own investigation. I think it'd be helpful to compare notes."

[cigarettesandcoffee]

@underthclight

"You genuinely believe you'd survive without someone to babysit your social presence?" Solera snickered, "Do you know how much shit I dug up on you with a surface level search?"

Flicking her hair over her shoulder and out of her way, she tapped a few things on her phone screen, "Oh look, I know who you took to the high rise last night in three taps. Should I remind you what you ate off the room service menu? Or how there was an extra charge to your room for them cleaning up 'suspect paraphernalia'?"

When his manager said that this woman was insanely good at her job, he wasn't lying. In fact, he had purposefully chosen to omit a few things about her.

[underthclight]

"No shit you can dig me up on a surface level. At ten years old, I was America's sweetheart while you were playing with worms in a sandbox." Eddie actually had no idea if this vile woman was older or younger, but his mother always told him to speak with confidence, even if it was bullshit.

Rolling his eyes, he leaned back in his chair with a sarcastic pearly white smile. "Wow, sounds like you're on your way to being America's most wanted stalker." He picked at his nails. They were getting brittle. He needed to book another afternoon at the spa soon.

He arched a finely shaped eyebrow at her. "Big kids call it porn. Big whoop. The press has caught me doing way worse in bars." He swiped his tongue over his lips. "You know, I bet if we get you in a cocktail dress and have you pound five tequila shots, you'd be the life of the party."