wasted times

[wastedtimcs]

wasted times i spent with someone else.

( april. 21+. pst tmz. )

this a semi-selective, multi-muse and indie roleplay blog. i only have a few rules and a couple of muses. i consider myself to be pretty chill so don’t be afraid to hit me up for anything.

rules. muses. starters. wishlist. wanted opp.

[salaxicus]

Open to: M/NB

Connections: whatever your poison is...

It was over a month ago that Yaribel had caught them watching her content. Actually, caught implied that she confronted them, she didn't. Not because she was afraid to but because she didn't know how. In her day-to-day life she didn't talk about the onlyfans. She didn't mention the features on indie porn sites or the ads where she was spread wide open. Whenever she spoke about her work she was vague in detail but specific enough to convince most people she had a boring average job between her auditions for movies and netflix shows. How they had found her content had baffled her but the fact that they hadn't at any point said anything to her had left her at a loss. Before discovering they had been watching her she had liked them, at least enough to let them stick their fingers inside of her on the ride home one late night after a dinner but now she didn't know anything at all. They had been texting her. Sensing her coldness and asking for answers. So she finally responded by telling them to come over. Then when they came, she answered the door in an open robe and lingerie. "This is who you were looking for isn't it? NoirUnwrapped?" She asked, finally putting it out there that she knew after a month and a half of unexplained silence.

[wastedtimcs]

it was never miles' intention to keep his knowledge of her work a secret from her. he honestly figured that if she wanted him to know then she'd tell him. the last thing he wanted was for her to be embarrassed by her profession. miles didn't really have much of a problem with it, obviously he'd subscribed for a reason. but he never thought it would cause her to pull away from him once she'd found out. his eyes drank in her appearance the moment she'd opened her door. quickly glancing around to be sure no one else could see before he gently lead her backwards into her place, closing the door with his foot. this explained a lot and he really didn't know what to say. "so, how long have you known?" is what he started with. "is this why you cut me off?"

[champagns]

the second he’s close enough to her, daphne slaps him across the face, her palm stinging from where it connected with his cheek. she doesn’t care that her probably didn’t feel a thing, considering he gets his ass beat for a living, but she just had to do that for herself. she’s overly pissed off right now.

“ what the hell is wrong with you?! like, genuinely?! do you enjoy messing around with the feelings of other people?! ” daphne all but screeches, throwing her hands up in the air to really emphasize her exasperation. “ why the fuck was cynthia here? and you better have a good reason dorian if not i swear i will end you so hard you won’t even have this shitty gym to fall back on. ”

[wastedtimcs]

dorian saw it all coming. the slap, the yelling, accusing. it felt like they were back to where they'd began. one step forward and two steps back. normally, he'd meet her where she was but this time he'd decided to stay calm. maybe they could talk like adults instead of screaming like children. "i'm not trying to mess with your feelings, daphne." only speaking once she was done. voice calm as he stepped in closer. "everything that we've gone through, everything i said and feel for you has been real. none of that shit was fake." he needed to make sure that she knew that. "so, i'm gonna be honest with you. i don't know why she's here. i didn't invite her at all. and i know that's a shit answer but it's the truth. you can check my guest list, the only one on it is you. my wife."

[sugaredwraith]

open: m // mutuals & non-mutuals

the steam from the hot tub stung brinley’s eyes, blurring everything except him. in that moment, she couldn’t look away. she moved through the water and straddled his waist, fingers catching the chain at his neck and tugging him closer. her voice was low and decisive. “stop talking,” she murmured, breath brushing his lips. “and kiss me.”

[wastedtimcs]

it would be a lie if miles said he wasn't nervous, it was obvious by how much he was talking. brinley wasn't the usual type that found him interesting so he was honestly surprised by her invite. now he was here in her hot tub talking about cars. "then the oil just went everywhere and..." his words dropped off as she situated herself in his lap. glancing down to where her fingers pulled at his chain, brown orbs meeting her blue ones moments later. "yes ma'am." spoken softly with a small nod before he leaned in.

[champagns]

she straightens up as he sits back, meeting his gaze with determination evident in her stare. cynthia pulls her phone out, opening the music app and scrolling until she finds the best song to dance to. it begins to play and she gets into character in the blink of an eyes. her smile turns flirty as she sensually begins to approach him, saying her hips as she does. once she rounds his desk, cynthia grabs at the arm rests of his leather chair and spins him to face her. she slowly turns around on beat so that her back is to him, bending over and shaking her ass in his face, her mini dress riding up the lower she bends. her curly hair falls over her shoulder as she peers at him with a smirk before moving just enough so that she’s hovering over his lap, her ass just barely grazing his front. if only dorian could see her now, giving his father a a lap dance. 

[wastedtimcs]

alvey didn't have much hope in her abilities, honestly he was banking on her embarrassing herself in front of him. more than she already had by simply coming to him for help. he was sad to say that she had surprised him. the efficiency in which she changed her persona had him impressed. and even though he'd seen it change right before his eyes he still found himself falling into her trap. her look had him believing that she truly wanted him. did she? had she always? was his son merely a means to get close to him? every thought running through his mind before she had him entirely focused on her and the way her body was moving. she had him in a trance. the way she bent over for him, smiled at him, hoovered over his lap. that's all it took. his hands reached out to sit her down by her hips. "you've got the job." he spoke by her ear as he held her on his lap. "but one slip up and you're gone. got it?"

[champagns]

daphne manages to endure the entire fight, seething in her seat. she feels like an idiot for letting her guard down with dorian. and to think that they were making progress—yeah right. men like dorian never change their ways. leave it to some tramp with an expired hollywood career be the one to fuck it up. like always. honestly, daphne should have seen it coming. things were going a little too well. after seeing cynthia leave the locker room, it didn’t take much for daph to piece it all together.

now she’s in the same locker room, hands resting on her hips, tapping her heel clad foot impatiently, staring daggers at the door as she waits for dorian to walk through. a few seconds pass before the heavy doors slam open and in comes the fucking match winner, followed by his father. “alvey, i need to speak to your son. alone.” she doesn't even greet the man, her tone sharp as she glares at her husband. 

[wastedtimcs]

the high that came from accomplishing something that you've worked so hard for was one that dorian often chased. he lived for that feeling, that's why he did what he did. and now after twelve rounds, he'd had that. but it all washed away with a single look. a look he'd grown to know. a look that he hadn't received in a long time. dorian glanced back at his father and nodded that it was alright. the older man left with the door closed behind him. "are you okay?" he had an idea what this was about but he wasn't stupid enough to come outright and say it. using the towel around his neck to wipe off his face as he waited for her to speak, stepping towards her.

[champagns]

she has to grit her teeth and swallow her pride as she’s left alone with the last man she ever saw herself going to help for. this is absolutely the last resort for her, after bombing audition after audition after audition until finally her shitty manager quit, but not without telling her that she has no future in hollywood anymore. she’s been blacklisted entirely after rejecting the advances of one very powerful executive and now she’s crawling to alvey in hopes that he’ll get her a gig. “you think i don’t fucking know that?” she can’t help but sass, arms crossing over her chest. “i can do it—i’ve done worse for less.”

[wastedtimcs]

hearing the sass had him smirking to himself, seeing now why she had his son so sprung on her. even so, it was going to take more than a little spice to get him to actually help her. "well," he sat back in his chair, "consider this your first audition." eyeing her reaction to the sudden opportunity. "show me how low you're really willing to go." alvey was excited to see what she had. the fact that she hated this also added to the atmosphere.

[champagns]

         never in a million years did she ever imagine herself in a mushy romance with fucking dorian of all people. yet here she is, perched on his lap and teasing him while his hands wander the expanse of her body. a welcomed touch, one she finds herself craving more and more the deeper they fall. “maybe we are learning a thing or two from this marriage counselor. should we send her a gift basket?” her lips form into a pout as he announces he has to leave, but gets off his lap anyways. “i’ll be there.” she leans forward to give him one final kiss. “good luck, dor.”

[wastedtimcs]

this was one of the biggest fights of his career and while he should've been calm and focused she'd only left him confused and anxious. dorian wasn't expecting her to come, let alone enter his dressing room to see him. it crazy that she still had this effect on him. the moment he laid eyes on her it was like he was transferred back to when they were younger. daphne not even a thought in his mind even now that cynthis had left. "fuck..." he breathed out to himself.

[wastedtimcs]

closed starter for @champagns

"well, this is rich." the older man couldn't help but laugh at her predicament, motioning to his men to leave the room with the flick of his wrist. "cynthia cordova." she'd been a thorn in his side and distraction to his son and now she was asking for his help. "and what if i don't need any dancers?" he wasn't going to take it easy on her by any means. "can you even dance?" questioning with a raised brow from where he sat behind his desk. "i mean actually dance, not that disney channel shit." leaning forward slightly, "cause if you think i'm gonna hire you because of your ties with my son then you're wrong. you're gonna have to prove your worth just like everyone else."

[champagns]

           “  have you seen the other guy?  ”  she smirks, knowing this was just going to push his buttons. what? just because they were on better terms now didn’t mean that daphne wasn’t going to continue to fuck with him like she has in the past. it’s part of the charm of this whole goddamn thing.  “  i’m looking forward to it.  ”  she whispers, leaning in to place a tender kiss to his lips, enjoying the feeling of his hands skimming her thighs. she can’t help but melt at his words, offering a small smile in return as he kisses her shoulder.  “  awe, dor, i’m going to miss you too. it’s crazy how far we’ve come—but this will give us the chance to miss each other.  ”

[wastedtimcs]

"have you seen me?" he knew she was just trying to push his buttons but he flexed anyways, arm moving around instantly afterwards. that last part was new. the touching. dorian had this unexplainable need to be touching her. even just the smallest of touches. her kiss brought him out of his thoughts, eyes meeting hers. "what's that saying?" he thought aloud. "absence makes the heart grow fonder?" this would be the latest test in their new relationship. "i'm still gonna miss waking up next to you everyday." he breathed out softly. "even if you do hog all the blankets." he teased with a small chuckle before he pulled out his phone to check the time. "i've gotta get going." he sighed softly. "i'll meet you at the venue?"

[champagns]

          “  awe, that’s exactly what every wife wants to hear.  ”  she answers teasingly, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. they’ve got a good thing going right now, and she’s not going to disrupt their flow state. the only thing that can pop this little bubble they’ve found themselves in is the she-devil herself: cynthia cordova. but, daphne has no idea what she’s been up to and she can’t remember the last time dorian even mentioned her. with a flirty smile, she shrugs her shoulders.  “  you have to win if you want a pleasurable answer to that question.  ”

[wastedtimcs]

dorian furrowed his brows up at her, questioning look accompanying his questioning tone. "you keep saying that like it's not a certainty that i'm gonna win." he knew she believed in him, didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy a little reassurance as well. "i promise you..." he started, "i'm gonna win and then bring you straight back here to claim my prize." free hand running up the inside of her thigh as he spoke. he let the moment die down and shift before he spoke again. "i know we don't really do all the mushy stuff... but i really am gonna miss you when you're gone." his tone was soft as he looked up at her, lips pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

[lusthaze]

lucí didn't waste any time, didn't feel like tempting him in some cute, coy way. she had an endgame and wanted to get to it as fast as she could.

she set her phone up on the dresser and laid down, only giving mason a side profile of her as she began to use a toy on herself. she started to moan and turned her gaze to the camera. lucí pushed the vibrator deeper, arched her back from the bed. a few minutes later she pulled it from her body in order to suck on it; purposeful to show how far she could take it down her throat.

the brunette smirked as she sent the video with a text that said: something like this?

[wastedtimcs]

mason opened her message eagerly but quickly turned it off as others began to walk through the locker room. he'd sexted before but not with others around, the last thing he wanted was for his teammates to see something that was for his eyes only. he waited until he was alone before checking his phone volume and sitting back at his locker. the sights and sounds were very risque and nasty but he loved every second of it. especially, the fact that this was all for him. jesus christ are you trying to get my hard during practice?

[aftcrh0urs]

she watched as his hand ran over his hair, the silence between them deafening. she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding when he finally spoke up and gave him a soft smile. "thank you, i really don't think i'd be able to deal with going alone." she said, resting her head on his shoulder as he pulled her into his arms. the comfort of knowing that he wanted what she did allowed her body to practically melt into his. "if i am, i think i'd want to keep it." she said, her voice just slightly above a whisper. "i think you'd make a great dad." she pulled away to look at him, her blue eyes searching his dark brown ones. "i know that this whole thing started off as us just having fun and i don't know if it's my hormones or what at this point but... i really do like you, miles. i'd quit the club just to be with you. baby or not." she admitted shyly.

[wastedtimcs]

miles had honestly never given much thought to being a father. of course, he wanted kids but he never imagined it would come this soon in his life. it terrified him deep down but getting to do this with her by his side made him feel slightly at ease. his browns eyes met her blue ones as she pulled away from him, he could tell that she was about to say something serious. he couldn't help the smile that grew across his features as she spoke of her feelings for him. "that first day..." he spoke softly as he held her. "the first time i saw you, i just knew that i had to know you. i never thought it would turn into this or that it could evolve into more." his hand moving over her stomach under the water. "but i'm grateful for every moment i get to spend with you."

[wastedtimcs]

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[luvcrs]

closed for @wastedtimcs / based.

holly lets out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. "so you did love me," she says softly, eyes glassy with frustration more than relief. "and now, right before i'm about to ask someone else to marry me, you suddenly decide to tell me?" she exhales shakily. "you know i worked so hard to make myself okay again. and now i don't know what to think."

[wastedtimcs]

"i know how shitty it is to come back into your life after all this time. after how i treated you and those last words i said. i was scared, you showed me something real. things between us weren't supposed to be that way." luke replied after listening to her speak about moving on. "obviously, there obstacles in my life that i couldn't just give up to commit to you then. things are different now."

[cozysafe]

"you could," tyler agreed, her head tilting slightly toward her shoulder. "or i could be the one who hurts you. there's no way to know what's going to happen. life's unpredictable." she let out a quiet breath, words spilling out faster the longer she spoke. "we could all get wiped out in two weeks by some asteroid. i could get hit by a bus, choke on a extra cheesy pizza, or get attacked by a swarm of bees and die horribly." her lips twitched faintly before she continued, softer this time. "but that doesn't stop me from crossing streets, eating pizza, or standing near flowers. bad things can happen no matter what you do. that's just life." tyler paused, finally meeting his gaze again. "am i not a risk worth taking?"

[wastedtimcs]

wes let her go on her little speech, he found it kind of cute how badly she was defending the idea of them being more than what they currently were. he was no stranger to girls wanting to be with him but she was different. almost innocent in a way, he cared for her so of course he was cautious knowing his family and their reputation. "of course you are..." sitting up on his elbow, his face inches away from hers now. "but i also don't want to be the reason you get hurt." his eyes dancing between her own and her lips. "i'd never forgive myself if i hurt you."

[matchesburnt]

open to : m / f / nb ! ( m / nb if romantic )

" it's an award show . it's like five hours long , i just need you to come and smile for a few cameras and pretend like you aren't miserable . it's not that hard . "

[wastedtimcs]

"five hours?!" miles repeated in slight furtstration. "you never told me it was five hours long." a loud sigh left his lips as he ran a hand over his curls. "i really wanna help you out grace but i don't know if i can do this." miles began to pace around the room, overthinking. "red carpet? pictures? i don't do that kind of stuff. what if i'm not good at it and i end up embarrassing you?"