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𝕞𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ― i’m gonna keep it short   ⁞   this is independent multimuse rp blog. i’m semi-selective, my activity depends on my mood. i carry both female & male muses. i’m always open for plotting & shipping. / before roleplaying check out links below.

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“We don’t have to, I’d more likely blow off the dance part.” He was surprised by how easy it was to talk to her and how easy going she was. “It’s still fun,” besides its usually after the crowning people start to leave to move on to the latter half of the night. “Question, are you trying to convince me that you wouldn’t feel extremely happy if every wrote in your name and you won queen?”

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SEND ME A SYMBOL(S) FOR WHAT YOU’RE INTERESTED IN people struggle with plotting so i figured making it into an askbox thing could help! 

DYNAMICS: ✭ friends to lovers ★ rivals to lovers ✦ enemies to lovers ♡ found family ♣ rivals ❦ reluctant allies  ❖ platonic ☢ slowburn  ➤ love at first sight π partners in crime SITUATIONS ☁ one muse saves the other’s life  ☼ one muse (or both) is a single parent  ❆ our muses get shut in due to a storm  ☤ one muse having to patch the other up  ❦ put together through a common goal  ⎔ one muse asking the other to stay the night ϟ our muses work together  ♁ our muses are neighbors  ➽ one muse doesn’t have anyone else to turn to 

            it was quite nice to be doing this with someone he knew and who he did trust enough like this too  .  though he had been desiring this for a while  ,  he also wanted it to be no one else but her  .  she made him feel like he could be gentle but also rough all at the same time as they were kissing one another  .  no doubt once her hand had hit where it was  ,  he was feeling himself already being turned on with every kiss and her hand was just adding to it  .  he didn’t even hesitate to undo his pants now so she could touch him through his boxers rather than through his jeans  .  a bit more room anyway at the given time  .  this was all amazing  .  a slight groan passing his lips with every single pass of her hand  . he could feel like this was going to be super fun for the both of them  .  

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based: the old “you didn’t tell me we have a kid” open: f/nb 38+ about muse* i’m a little picky with beau. he’s the best with kids as a pediatric surgeon but he’s an asshole in every other aspect and closed to any kind of feelings. 

Beau hadn’t been back in his hometown for a while, leaving in Boston and spending all his time at the hospital he seldom took time off, but being their parents anniversary he promised he’d be there for the celebration. As he was doing his usual work out routine, running around town, he stopped on his tracks as he saw a familiar face; one he hadn’t seen since he started college; they might have changed but Beau would recognize them anywhere -being one of the few official, exclusive partner he had. Distance while he was in college didn’t work out and by he time he came back on his break, they moved out of town. “You haven’t changed much since the last time I saw you.” He said when he was close enough to them to hear.

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Her college life was... eventful, but it was a history. Seventeen years later her life was pretty stable. The beginning was rough, especially because Meredith had a completely different lan for herself. She wanted to be a surgeon, but unplanned pregnancy changed her many things, including her career path. In a pretty short period of time she had to make a completely new plan and stick to it, her pride didn’t let allow her to ask for help and that way she spent seventeen years as a hard working, single mother. It didn’t get any easier, having a teenager under her roof was a different kind of crazy, but she was doing her best. 

“I’m afraid that if we stop we might never get it” Clare murmured a little embarrassed to admit how ambitious and obsessed she was, in reality she would like nothing more than to end all of that, especially since every time they returned from one of those sessions she just burrowed in bed and covered herself with the sheets to isolate from the world “But I’m so tired” She added with a groan before turning to look at him “All the time” Now Clare just wanted to cry when she normally wouldn’t do that, but she was really tired and exhausted and the hormones didn’t help with all the stress Clare already had from all the treatment, she felt all her hormones revolutionized and as a doctor knew it was cause of the treatment “I’m sorry babe”

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Ethan just let out a laugh, Maddison’s brother was snoring like a truck and he was aware of it but tonight he was particularly loud. He was actually about to go to sleep on the couch downstairs but her idea seemed so much better since Ethan didn’t think he would be able to fall asleep anytime soon "Sure" he replied giving her a small smile. Maddison had always seemed adorably beautiful to him but he knew she was out of bounds “How was your trip?” Ethan asked as he started to walk. He hoped that at least she didn’t have to do anything early tomorrow because he knew jet lag sucked.

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“…No it’s fine,” she said not wanting to be alone. “No one else is coming to check on me, thank you,” she said realizing just how unimportant she was in so many people’s lives. How they just used her, “Am I a bitch? Evil? Like the worst person you know?” She was racking her mind to try and figure out what she did to deserve any of this. She thought she was okay, she’d throw party at her house, bring the drinks when they threw lake parties, even pay for people at shopping trips but now she was alone in her own home.

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He found it cute when she leaned over to kiss his cheek and so for that photo his eyes had been closed, but the others were silly as he found himself in awkward poses. “I think that’s the point?” he said before taking both sets out of her hand and looked at the both of them, and even though they were exactly the same he looked at them as if there was the slightest difference before handing her the one on the left. “I’ll keep this one,” he said smiling. The ambience around them started to change though as the lights began to dim and the stage had a spotlight on it.

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 It was not often that Willow had heard those three special words in her life. Once when her mother had come home drunk from one of her socialite events. She had been so drunk that she did not even remember having said it the next day when a beaming Willow had asked her about it, telling her don’t be stupid, and brushing it off like it had been nothing. Another time was from her grandmother whom had been on her deathbed at the time, apologizing for leaving her, because she had been the closest to a parental figure she’d ever had in her life growing up. A sigh of relief slipped past her lips as she sniffled, kissing the palm of his hand again before lacing her own arms carefully around his neck. “I love you too..” She said once more, smiling against his neck as she placed a gentle kiss onto the skin. “Let’s just.. Get you home and cleaned up.” Letting her eyes flicker over him again, taking in the view of his injured face. It still pained her knowing this was what he did whenever he was working. Her lips touched base again with his and she wanted for nothing more than to continue kissing him, but she was also fairly certain it might be painful for him. “Do you want me to stay with you tonight?” She asked him, not even sure if she wanted to leave him because she was worried that his injuries.

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It was crazy how similar their experience was even tho they were so different. Cameron had never been taught how to express his emotions so maybe that’s why fighting was so therapeutic for him. He was slowly getting better and talking about his feelings and showing them only because of Willow. She was so fragile, so soft, he wanted to hold her, take care of her. Maybe he wasn’t doing the best job, but he tried the hardest to make her happy. With a nod he grabbed his things, along with the money he won. “Yeah, it would be great.” He hated nights without her, every time she would leave his apartment he would start to wonder; what if he actually asked her to stay? Maybe asking to move in was little rushed, but he truly wanted her close. Maybe a good idea was to ask her to at least bring her stuff around so she could always stay a little longer without worrying about anything. It was definitely a conversation for a different time. “Let’s go. I’m pretty sure we should catch a cab.” He grabbed her hands and slowly started moving towards the exit.  

 His eyes were locked onto her opening and the way his throbbing cock was rubbing itself teasingly against it. It was extremely tempting for him to just let himself slip inside of her, feeling those tight walls clench around his length as she took in all of him, but with every last bit of will power he had left, he managed to resist the growing urge, as his want to hear her beg for him was something he wanted far more. He knew he was lucky, getting to do this with her. He was lucky in a lot of ways with her, having been her first. His ego just hoped that he had left an embroided impression in her mind that no other man could ever make her feel the way he did. When she spoke, he smirked again. Moving the tip off his cock towards her cunt while pushing it in just a little bit, looking at her as he did, wanting to see the reaction on her face. Her pussy was slipping wet, and it was hard for him not to just slip into her instantly. “Beg.” He said, pushing himself into her a bit farther, until he heard her say the word please. “Good girl.” He said, entering her tightness slowly, wanting to give her time to adjust to his cock, before he slowly started to move his hips in a rhythm against her. 

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Even if it truly was their last time, Declan was definitely was making it remarkable. After everything that happened, after everything she learned that evening he shouldn’t have gotten any. He was supposed to be suffering, left completely alone with his worries, not fucking her on his couch. The way Isabelle was handling things was dangerous, it could give a false impression that things were fine, when they weren’t fine, even sex wasn’t capable of making their situation better. Her legs wrapped around him like a snake, holding him hostage in case he wanted to escape or pull out before she would be able to finish. Her eyes glued to him, studying every face expression. Her eyes grew bigger when his length started to pump into her. Izzie definitely needed a moment to get used to his size, her walls stretching around his cock, hugging it tightly. Her hand reached for him, making him come closer, then her hand moved to his neck when it was possible looking straight into his eyes. During all that foreplay they didn’t kiss once. His lips still shiny from her own juices. Finally the blond made her move, her lips found his, her tongue pushing against his. That was what she needed. Second by second his rate was picking up, his hips slamming against her making fill out the room with the the familiar sound of two people fucking. His cock was working his magic on her soaked pussy and that was just the beginning. It was pretty normal for them to change their positions, so she expected at least two more before he would let her climax — if he was able to hold that long.