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@galaxymuses
#GALAXYMUSES a selective nsfw rp blog managed by nat (she/her 25+). triggering and taboo themes may be present, please read the rules before you interact! minors do not interact.
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Hades sighed. “What has our brother done now?” He looked over the edge of his book at Poseidon before finally snapping it shut and walking into the room.
a deep sigh escapes him, and he finally enters the room, finding a place to set himself down as he pulls a small flask from his pocket. "what hasn't he done?" he murmurs, as he takes a drink. "the arrogant fuck can't stop gloating about the last time he fucked me over."
open to: switch/dom or overconfident sub, m/f/nb muse: jackson amori portrayed by: chase stokes plot: pre-established relationship/they know each other/one night stand stemming from the kink scene/whatever works. just jackson domming your muse :) potential kinks: check out his kink page! read my rules before interacting! @indiestarter <3
"I told you to stay still." the words come casually, as if they didn't mean much. but there is an air of foreboding in them, as he slips forward. their hands are flat against the wall, and they're staring at it. naked. jackson's been groping them, but had stilled the second they had shifted.
with a tilt, he runs his hand over their ass, letting it linger there a moment. before whack. one sharp, precise slap. "count." he instructs. they get five for that.
open to: bottoms/subs, m/f/nb+anythn muse: ezra starling portrayed by: penn badgley plot: ezra has been blackmailing y/m, forcing them into a relationship with him. y/m could be a student, another teacher, or someone else entirely - whatever works. but pre-established. a market has come to town, and he's captured sight of them wandering around the stalls, separate to those they came with. he brushes by, grabs their wrist, and pulls them to a nearby alley. deep enough to have some privacy, but not so deep that they are completely hidden from the passing crowds. mention what ezra has on y/m please in regard to blackmail material. potential kinks: check out his kink page! read my rules before interacting! @indiestarter <3
unsuspecting and out in public. just what ezra wanted to see today. he has some frustrations he needs to take out on someone, and oh, had he just been thinking about them. now they're in the alley, he pushes them to the wall, a firm grip on their hips, as he leans in to capture their ear between his teeth.
"hello. have you been good for me?" he reaches to find out; their underwear should be non-existent on them, even when they aren't together.
"now when have I ever claimed to play fair?" the response was enough to earn another laugh from david against the other's neck, never pulling himself back from the skin. he could feel what sort of an effect it was having on his friend, and he absolutely intended to keep it up. he'd seen the stress building, clocked every sign of just how much jackson had needed this, and who was he to deny the opportunity? especially when he felt the lightning that ran through the other just from the brief press of his palm to the slowy tenting fabric.
"excited, too. man now I'm tempted to just slip you out right here on the dancefloor. how many people d'you think would bump in to you? d'you think anybody would notice you squirming my arms?" dirty talk came a little too naturally to david, but he supposed that was one of those rare perks to a complete lack of a filter. he never gave himself time to second guess his words. hips shifted a little, rolling against th eother's backside, palm beginnig to slowly squeeze and massage the semi right there for him to play with, while hi smouth instead settled o a spot finally. biting hard enough that he knew it'd bruise if nothing else, and then sucking sharply on the skin to play with the sensitivity of it all.
jackson lets a soft moan slip out, then a sharp gasp at the teeth on his neck. it's easy to tell that he likes everything that's being done to him. the touch, the words, the tilt in power dynamics. it's painfully obvious from the way his pants seem to tighten around him. with a flushed breath, he moves his hands back to trail along david's arms. touch light. gentle. dancing along the edge of his skin. he doesn't remember the last time anyone has done anything like this to him. he makes a mental note, underneath the fog, to seek it out in the future instead of waiting for it to be done to him. because oh is it worth it.
"you're impossible. and you're driving me fucking crazy." he whispers, then goes to turn within david's grasp to face him, leaving enough room and chance for david to disagree with the move if he wants. for someone who didn't give up control very often - if at all - jackson seems to know how to do it with grace. then, he breathes an answer to david's question with one of his own; "why don't we find out?"
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there's no pretending he can't feel it practically radiating through jackson in the moment. the way the other relaxes in to his body, leas more of his weight backa gainst him. doesn't stop him catching the soft sound that buiilds in the other's throat as he catches his lips against the other's neck, and the fact jackson is so willing toe xpose more of his throat for him. an invitation that david gladly accepted, shifting a little closer to a point he can feel the blood rushing beneath the other's pulse and settling his attention there.
"that's it. look at you, didn't know you could be this soft." and while there's an edge of teasing in his tone, body still moving to the beat and rhythm of the club around them, it's also praise delivered easily. fingers shift slowly, finally sliding his hand down to the space between the other's thighs right there on the dancefloor. wants to feel if the other's reacting yet, or if he needs to up the stakes. his other hand holding him steady by the hip, guiding him to move with him.
"you're cheating." he murmurs in response. but even still, it's astonishing how much jackson has just relaxed back into david, eyes fluttering shut as his mind just focuses on how good he feels against his neck. unable to really pay attention to anything else that is happening around him, a gentle hitch of his breath is accompanied with a parting of his lips. he finds himself swinging along to the music, following the guidance of the man behind him.
the touch between his thighs does two things. the first, it provides a distraction from his neck, as his mind immediately snaps to there. the second, the feeling of electricity accompanying his touch. jackson's sensitive it seems. and it shows; his dick is semi-hard. swallowing softly, he realises just how much he appreciates david for doing this. it's needed. and the thought of returning the favour; of taking control passes his mind. but it's short lived; his mind just isn't there, and this feels calming. he feels safe to be touched and moved by david. so he parks the idea for now. deciding to let go, and just enjoy himself.
@rhapsodc continued from here
roy is so desperately hanging onto the idea that this isn't happening to him, that it takes a moment for ezra to clock how utterly blind he's being. he lets out a small scoff of disbelief, before he moves forward, pressing against him and grabbing his chin, ensuring that roy could only look at him. and with the swear that escapes him next, anything that was left of the professional teaching demeanour vanishes. "fuck, roy. are you really this oblivious? it's impressive, for someone who i believed would never need this kind of.. personal tutoring."
his grip tightens, and he turns roy's face away from him so he could get closer - breathing lowly into his ear. "listen carefully. i will make sure you get the grade you need to pass. but to do that, you need to follow my instructions exactly. do you think you can manage that? or is that too much for you?"
then, one simple command.
"take your pants off. now."
@fagbxys continued from here
his obedience earned him a smile of approval. "good boy." he praises, not shying away from how his voice betrays confidence and authority. he removes his thumb from his throat, but still keeps his hand there, running his fingertips over the gentle, delicate skin. wondering how easily he bruises. when chad's completely naked, luxu moves closer, his hands placing themselves on either side of his neck. cradling it, almost, as his eyes searches his.
"look at you. earning the good reviews for this shithole." he mutters with a smile that cuts into him. "now turn around and face the other way. put your hands up, arms straight. don't fucking move unless i tell you to." one of his hands moves to grasp his chin, hard. it's not as though chad needs the guidance to look at him. but he just can't resist restricting him. an air of warning is in his voice, now. "and if i were you, i'd start referring to me with respect. you got that? now turn."
@realbcys continued from here
jackson's eyes flicker to the contraption on the floor in front of him - instantly recognising what it is. he knows exactly how they work. he's dommed for someone with the kink before. but it's not something he usually would think of for himself. still. the way ales speaks about it, the guidelines and framework he immediately provides and all of those qualities he's showing, paired with seeing the cage on the floor? it most certainly gets a reaction out of jackson. although he keeps his mouth shut, he does peer back up to ales, watching as he continues to speak.
if he wasn't in this state of mind, he'd commend how he's handling this. but jackson doesn't think about that. he just feels, and trusts ales. so he nods. "watermelon. got it." he breathes. there's a lingering hesitation, before he lightly shrugs, and leans forward to take the cage from the floor. jackson follows the first instruction he's been given, stripping down to nothing. and once he's naked - something he's surprisingly unashamed about in front of his best friend - he turns his attention to the cage.
david's attention was now solely foucsed on jackson. a way of taking notice of each reaction the other man was providing just from something so simple. the weight leaning back in to hsi body supported with relative ease, even s he kept teasing the other's ear slowly. a slight press of teeth, the occcasional swipe of his tongue, tiw as only wehn the other spoke up against that he pulled back a litte. enough to meet jackson's eye. "hey now, you know me. I wouldn't be going making an offer like that if i wasn't planning on backing it up. ig ot you, ajcks. just let me take care of you." his words were low and measured, even s he complied with the request to keep going. shifting his attention lower down jacksons neck, while one of the hands on the other's waist shifted a little, guiding itself, and the hand placed against his own, further around, settling against the space above the other's jpants.
goosebumps radiate through his body from where david's attention is. focusing on his ear is fucking cheating; that part always more sensitive than the rest. however, it doesn't stop the soft noise that escapes from him as david trails lower to his neck, and jackson finds himself leaning back into him more, head draping to the right to give him access. it feels good. it switches off his mind. it calms him in exactly the way that he's been craving, while all the while he feels his heart accelerate in his chest.
"fuck." he murmurs, a gentle heat flushing his face. he doesn't know what david is planning, but oh, jackson is here for it. and extremely willing to let david lead him. no matter how new or different being on this side of the dynamic is for jackson, he knows it feels right.
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@boundfaerietales continued from here
the kind of porn that daniel is getting whisked away with, isn't just bondage. while there's a hogtied woman very much pinned under another person atop of a bed, it's also rough. the way that he pounds into her is relentless and hard, and it brings out noises oh so sweet from her helpless body.
daniel is so lost in it, that he doesn't hear aislin enter the apartment. he doesn't hear her creep up behind her, and he certainly doesn't expect her hands and her voice to slide into his space. his moan morphs into somewhat of a yell, and he quickly gets up, slamming the laptop down and holding it in front of his painfully aching dick. his eyes are wide, and he stares at her in panic and disbelief.
"aislin- what are you- doing here- i didn't- i- fuck-" he stammers, face visibly red as he quickly looks around for anything to actually cover himself with. "don't you know how to knock? fuck." it's not accusatory or rude, the way he says that; it's more panic.
jane hated clubs. she hated loud music. she hated alcohol. she hated making small talk at the bar with men who waited for him to slip away to the bathroom and leave her vulnerable. she always felt so out place there, but she didn't complain anytime he wanted to go. knew he used it as somewhat of an escape, and anyway, who was she to protest when he was holding all the power? she remembered looking over at him and taking in his profile. noticing the way he was looking out into the crowd, but could tell his mind was miles away. and it became clear what that meant. knew him and his body well enough to understand what it needed tonight. so she found her voice long enough to pull him away from the neon glow and into the soft hum of the alleyway light. dared even further to tuck his ear between her teeth and give it a nibble. “ no talking. just listen. ” she murmured against his neck, the rapid pulse beneath his skin matching the frantic rhythm of her own. she tried remind herself that there was nothing she could do or say that would turn him off. that he wanted this. “ —put your hand down your pants and stroke your cock for me. don’t stop until i tell you to, okay? ”
this isn't their usual dynamic, and jackson finds himself questioning - in his mind - if she's just doing this for his benefit. even in this state, he wants to put other's before himself. but in the same breath, he trusts her not to put herself into a position that she can't handle. and after his eyes search hers, he can see it in them, too. the certainty.
with a small nod, he relaxes into the touch, eyes falling to a close. feeling the goosebumps trail over his body as he lets a small, gentle smile linger on his lips. the only thing that is stopping him talking, is her instruction. one that she perhaps only gave, he thinks vaguely, because she knows he'll be wanting to check on her wellbeing. instead, he turns his head, trying to catch her in a kiss. but it's only after a look that questions are you sure to her - that his hand creeps underneath his clothes, wrapping around himself. fulfilling her command with a gentle stroke of his dick.
Olivia stood frozen in the hallway, her key halfway into the lock, paralyzed by the unmistakable sound of porn. Her heart hammered against her ribs, her breath catching in her throat as she realized the apartment wasn't as empty as she’d assumed.
She walked further into the apartment, peering around the corner. The glow of the laptop cast a harsh, blue light across the room, illuminating her roommate in a state of complete, uninhibited distraction. He was so deeply lost in the visuals on his screen and the intensity of his own touch that he hadn't even heard the front door creak.
Olivia felt a sudden, heavy warmth bloom deep in her stomach. She leaned her back against the wall, her own chest rising and falling rapidly as her blouse felt suddenly too tight, the fabric straining against the fullness of her curves. It was intoxicating, watching him so vulnerable and exposed, utterly blind to the fact that he was putting on a private show for an audience of one. Her hands trembled, her fingers hovering near her own neckline as she found herself unable to turn away. The risk of him looking up was terrifying, but the voyeuristic thrill of witnessing his private unraveling was far too potent to ignore. She took a silent, shaky breath, deciding to remain in the shadows, a hidden spectator to his evening of consequence-free release.
his stroking slows after a moment, and he lets out soft pants, glazed eyes flickering over the screen. it's a video of a woman tied hogtied, being fucked incredibly roughly into the bed by an incredibly attractive and domineering man. but as such with everything porn related, it's nearing the end of the video and daniel lets out a small, frustrated sigh. he briefly checks the comments for funny or sexy things, before moving onto finding a different video, going back to gently stroking his cock to keep himself worked up.
he doesn't notice her. his roommate. he would never have dreamed of crossing any kind of line like this with her, and yet he's doing it unknowingly now. as far as roommates go, he's always found her pleasant to live with. attractive. but he is very much not thinking about her now. no, instead? he's navigating to the next video.
this time it's a man being edged by a woman. the desperate need in him is palpable; the man's skin is reflective, almost, with how sweaty he is. and every noise is audible and sharp as he reacts to the slightest touch of his cock. his hips rise to meet the friction, but the restraints keep him firmly in place. and that woman? a master at dirty talking. daniel skips ahead to a good part, to him trying so desperately to struggle out while making so many beautiful noises, and daniel's hand speeds up, his head falling back slightly into the pillow.
Orgasm denial. Orgasm anger. Orgasm bargaining. Orgasm depression. Orgasm acceptance.
Hades sighed, picking up his book. "I was never mad at Zeus. I was and am annoyed at him."
"Annoyed. You better not be fuckin' understating that." despite his mood, poseidon sticks by the door, and motions inside. showing at least some amount of respect for his brother. "mind if we have a chat?"
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Closed||Hades!Rp
@galaxymuses
"What brings you down brother? You don't come visit often."
he ignores that, and cuts to the chase.
"Just tell me somethin' - you still mad at Zeus?"
"Would you rather:" be edged, or be overstimulated, Jackson?
meme / accepting
"do you know how hot it is to see someone desperately begging to cum? as a dom, it's fucking invigorating. so if i'm on the other side of it, i'm picking that." although he's never actually been on the other side.
