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#LOVESHARD is a selective multi-muse / multi-verse / multi-fandom indie roleplay blog focused on queer muses. slice of life, supernatural, fantasy, superhero, and horror centric. dead dove content warning applies. triggering content will be present / tagged. mun does not equal muse. fandom crossover friendly. written by china. 21+ writers only.
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That grind pulls another moan from his lips, blood pulsing excitedly beneath Blaise's grip on his hip. "What I gotta say thank you for?" Mahad asks him.
His first thought is to finish the question with some quip about Mahad being the one who deserves thanks since he's about to have dick in his guts, but there's a slight disconnect between Blaise's words and his body, Mahad notices. Those noises slipping from his lips, the stiffness of his erection under Mahad's weight, the way he seemed to enjoy their mini-tussle... that look in his eyes. That was thanks enough.
As soon as Blaise's hand slips free and their mouths connect, Mahad chuckles into it. "Why, you rushing me?" The gruffness of his voice doesn't exactly translate to coy, but that is what he's going for. "And here I thought I was the one incapable of patience." He throws the words back at him, and instead of grinding down on Blaise again, he reaches between them to wrap a hand around the man's dick, angling it upward before rocking his hips back just enough to catch it between his cheeks.
The length of it settles snug between the curve of Mahad’s ass. "If you want me to put in some work, all you gotta do is ask, Pa."
Blaise thought the answer was obvious. "Gratitude for being allowed near perfection," he stated anyway, finishing his claim with a roll of his hips that made a mockery of any lingering indignation. "Not everyone is so blessed," he pointed out, his fingers skating down further, teasing along the line of Mahad's tailbone. There was a delicious absurdity in how easily they fell back into this pattern, as if one night of debauchery had done nothing but amped them up for a bolder, sloppier repetition. He dug his fingers into Mahad's ass, kneading the flesh, feeling the power in the mage's body. It was unfair, really. The mage possessed both the endurance and the wantonness to draw this out as long as he pleased. He had the pride, but even that faltered when Mahad flexed his hips just so, when the head of Blaise's cock nudged hot and perfectly between those cheeks. Blaise accepted—no, welcomed the gravity of Mahad's body and the implicit promise of what came next, already impatient for more.
"Ask, you say?" Blaise mused, dragging his mouth back up to Mahad's ear, then ghosted his lips along the shell. The warlock lingered there, trailing small bites and open kisses at the soft patch of skin just below. "Very well. Consider this my formal request," he said, projecting indifference while doing his level best not to start rutting up like a desperate fool. He was not going to beg, and if he did, it would be their problem, not his. "Since you have so much energy to burn, you can do the honors."
the slice of pain of winter's nails against him arms made him feel alive. his head was rushing with possibilities, trying to consider his next move, what would best get her to crumble against him. for now, eden focused on her neck, letting his tongue tap against her pulse again before he kissed the salt off it again. tasted her, let his lips smack as he explored and tried to find where she'd like it best, where she'd resist the most. "that's what i'm trying to do, winter." felt a thrill rush through him when she rolled her hips into his thigh. almost out of instinct, eden groaned. felt how fucking warm winter was there, and immediately crowded her in, leaving no space between them anymore. almost as if to encourage her, he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, probably using too much force, but he had feeling she'd enjoy that. "'course i am," he whispered it into her ear before kissing her again, "having the best time of my life actually." licked into her mouth, matching her energy, just a little bit. "i know you are too."
typical eden to think physicality was the answer. she'd probably let him keep thinking that, because it worked, and she couldn't argue with results. but petty and stubborn, winter grunted, bucking up on purpose, just to prove she could. her wrists twisted and flexed, but eden's grip was ridiculous—and also irritatingly, thrillingly solid. he had big hands and a bigger ego; perfect combo for holding her in place. "you're going to break me in half," she muttered, breathless and hoarse. it was infuriating, the way eden seemed to know exactly how to unravel her. every cell in her body begged for friction, pain, a sense of relief. if he managed to hand her all three tonight, she might even let him. "you'd love that, wouldn't you," she said, her mouth trying to twist into a scowl, her hips flush to him now and caught in the delicate vise between his body and the innards of the wall. "that or i’ll break you first," she huffed, barely kissing him back, grinding her teeth and her hips at the same time.
“i’ve measured before and it’s more than six inches, you’re just mad because you’re a brat who didn’t prepare.” her bottom lip sticks out like a teenager’s now, still watching the other brunette. “are you gonna pay me back for that? i definitely just heard a seam rip.”
"yes, i'm paying you back in exposure, obviously," winter answered, shoving a loose hair behind her ear. "now get over here. tell me if you can see my bra through this," she commanded, beckoning the other over and standing as straight as she could without popping another seam.
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 : “ no but it wouldn't stop the fact that, as you would so graciously put it, ‘got shit to do’. ” nuri grumbles but to whatever reason, they do try to pause for a second and not think: a basic mind is susceptible to having periodic moments of low activity, or doing things to block out more critical functions like watching reality television or eating junk food due to certain neural receptors being paused while the ones that activate for pleasure come forth. not for nuri; everything felt like an analysis or a study. if it wasn't for their ability to display pretty relative social cues and whatnot, they'd be like every stereotypical tv genius who was plagued with the archetype of the floundering neurotic. “ since you brought me up here, you've got 5 minutes to make me ‘chill’; if you can't I'm going back and swatting you if you even try to take my coffee. ” time was ticking, and the thothian was interested in knowing how the fallen angel would make them relax, or if they could even pull such a feat successfully.
nico squinted, inhaling the city air, then flicked his gaze back to nuri. he swore they were a stubborn thing with a massive grudge against relaxation. it was part of their charm, and the entire reason nico liked them. a challenge. he could practically hear the gears grinding in their skull, resisting the whole idea of letting go for even a standard lunch break, but that only made the urge to accept the dare more alluring. only five minutes to chill? no problem. he could do a lot in five minutes.
nico took the burbury scarf between his fingers, then gently looped the fabric once, twice, until nuri was pulled forward, their nose nearly brushing his. "here's the thing about switches and buttons," he murmured, "sometimes you gotta let someone else press 'em for you." his last words bit right up against nuri's mouth, and he nearly laughed at himself, because the move was such a cliché, but he was nothing if not committed to his bit. the wind caught the edge of nico's shirt and fluttered it against his ribs, cold enough to pinch, but nothing compared to the heat building from the inside out, a slow ascent of molten anticipation. his eyelids fluttered and he pressed a chaste, teasing kiss to nuri's upper lip, a gentle offering, then another softer one to the corner of their mouth. "bet you a fiver that you don't spit out another pigeon fact as soon as my hands touch you," he whispered into the tiny gap between their bodies.
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me on the dash every 5 minutes:
how was she not supposed to stare? he was...god, he was so beautiful. did he even know it? sidney quietly admired the other as he washed shampoo out of his locks. her own dark hair stuck to the sides of her cheeks and splayed across her chest. she cracks a smile, shrugging innocently. "y'know, it's small space. there's not much else to look at..." she explains, her features flushed. "you missed some, here" she murmurs, stepping closer to the other. her hands raised to help rinse out his hair, her eyes focused in determination.
the touch sent a ripple down his spine, and nico found himself tipping his head back into sidney's hands, letting her scrub until his scalp tingled and he all but nearly purred in delight. insistent yet gentle, she was skilled in her work, as if she'd done this a thousand times in other showers, with other broken-winged bastards. nico supposed that maybe she had. he leaned into her, water streaming down his back, and he found himself smiling bit wider as this went on. "you always do this?" he asked, squinting down at her. "play personal groomer after you get laid?"
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nico had never understood the mortal obsession with showers until he'd experienced one with two sets of hands on his skin. he wouldn't say he was a convert, exactly, but he was getting there. not because hot water was a revelation, or because everything smelled like eucalyptus and tea tree. that was all good and well, too, but he liked the little rituals, feathering the shampoo into their scalp, and massaging it into the roots until their hair was heavy and thick with lather. everything about the act was slow and sticky and a little absurd, and he felt a little ridiculous, but also a little worshipped. no one had touched him like this since—ever. he rinsed with his head tipped back, eyes closed, the water running cloudy with soap and last night's sin. when he opened his eyes, he felt their eyes on him, and his face was split by a lopsided grin. "you're staring," he said, not bothering to hide the way he looked back, soaking in the sight they'd given him.
“you’re the one who said size didn’t matter!” leah glares defiantly, still clutching at her blahaj. “and it’s not my fault you’re like, a giant with huge boobs. and!” she crows, as if she’d just thought of it, “you didn’t have a problem when i was six inches inside you last night. so….”
winter massaged her ribs, feeling the seams cut into her skin with every breath. "first of all, you were not six inches inside me, unless you have a tape measure to prove it. second of all, you should be thanking me for blessing your shirt with my superior body heat." she yanked at the collar, which immediately tried to strangle her in retaliation. "and third of all, my boobs are not huge, your shirt is just made for a toddler."
„so, before we get lost in more void metaphors, why are you telling me this? are there any ulterior motives? do I look like your next project?“
ken had not considered that far ahead. or maybe he had, and his ulterior motives had been hiding in plain sight all along. "i don't know if you're a project, but you're a good candidate for the study. or at least good at distracting me from my own, you know, void," he answered, unsure if his meek attempts at flirting were successful. he looked at the man's chest, then his hands, which looked very big and capable and maybe also good for holding things or people. "i think you're attractive and i think, if you wanted, you could be a willing participant in my experiment."
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continued from winter's open starter (@cxntresses)
winter held the shirt up to her chest as if the sheer act of proximity could will it into expanding. "if it doesn't fit, i'll make it fit," she declared, and then pulled it over her head. the fabric snagged at her shoulders and bunched beneath her armpits. she yanked the hem down, felt the seams protest, and then glared at leah. "did you shrink this in the dryer, or are you just tiny on purpose?" she huffed, pawing at the tight sleeves.
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐈
Feel free to change whatever you need to make it work for your muses. Triggers of childbirth & miscarriage apply
“Mother and father will be so pleased to hear the news!”
“You should not strain yourself so much and rest more.”
“Come, sit and let me take care of you.”
“I have brought you a gift for the babe.”
“The word father/mother suddenly has a nice ring to it.”
“Do you think the other children will like the new baby?”
“I think I felt the babe kick!”
“Is the baby bothering you? Here, let me try and soothe it.”
“Are you going to be sick? Let me help you.”
“You have never been more beautiful to me than when you are heavy with my child.”
“Take my arm, you waddle like a sea lion on land.”
“Are you not excited? You are not saying much…”
“Oh no, no, no, I should not be bleeding.”
“It is far too early for the baby to come!”
“The pain started an hour ago and it happened so quickly. There was blood and then it was over.”
“Why is there blood on your dress?”
“I came as fast as I could. The babe…?”
“You’ll be alright. These things happen unfortunately. The bleeding will stop soon.”
“I will not leave your side, I promise.”
“Here, hold my hand and squeeze it as hard as you want.”
“Tell me how I can help you.”
“Why don’t we take a little walk? It might help with the pain.”
“A bath will help with the pain. I’ll have a maid draw it up for you.”
“Let me help you change into something more comfortable.”
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with you.”
“That’s it, deep breaths. I know it hurts, but you are doing so well.”
“You don’t have to lie flat on your back. There are other positions you could try.”
“You are doing so well! I can see the baby’s head!”
“One big push and the babe will come.”
“There is a lot of blood. Should there be so much blood?”
“I have been in pain all night, but thought nothing of it.”
“I think my waters have broken.”
“Quick, call for the midwife, the baby is coming too fast!”
“I cannot do this! I want the pain to stop!”
“I do not want my husband in here. He will only be in the way.”
“This is a place for women only. Men have to stay outside.”
“I think I might vomit from the pain.”
“Please help me take a bath. Maybe that will ease the pain.”
“I have been in pain for hours. When will it finally stop?”
“This is your first babe. It will take a while to come.”
“What if my body doesn’t know how to do this?”
“Quick, help me lie down. I think I can feel the head coming.”
“Please don’t leave me alone here with strangers! I am afraid.”
“I wish to nurse my babe myself. I don’t require a wet nurse.”
“Come here and hold your son/daughter.”
“I am so very proud of you for gifting me this little miracle.”
“Childbirth truly is the battlefield of women.”
“The babe has your nose and my eyes.”
“I never thought babies were so…small.”
“Rest now, you have done well. I will watch the babe.”
What, you can't do math?
"a bed strike, huh? i don't hate the sound of that..." in fact, there was very little she didn't like about the idea of being confined in close quarters with willow. rolling on her side to face the other, ingrid kept her arm outstretched as a pillow for her. "we'll have to pack provisions, of course. i'll fold within an hour if i don't have something to snack on."
"same," willow agreed, leaning more heavily on the extended limb, "i'll perish by noon if i don't get a breakfast sandwich at minimum. ideally with something pickled, or a croissant, but i'm not trying to be demanding, you know? we're keeping it real casual." she nudged ingrid's hip. "but, like, if you happen to have a secret stash of donuts under this mattress, now is the time to confess."
the whole dream sounded ridiculous but the way they were explaining it made her giggle. "i don't even like houseplants." so maybe that's the funny thing. she would rather stay far far far away from houseplants. she seems to murder them. "you were the muscle." she poked his arms. "Not the rainbow crocs guy! A ROOMBA????" she shook her head. "You sure you didn't eat something weird before you went to bed?".
"yeah, but in the dream, you were real into them," kavi insisted, rolling their eyes. "you had this whole backstory about rescuing plants from abusive suburban homes. like, you were a vigilante for pothos and succulents." it sounded like the dumbest heist in history, but in dream logic, it made sense. maybe in another life they'd be the kind of person who ran away from home to liberate ferns from neglectful owners. in this life, though, he was just someone who overslept and lived off caffeine. "and all i had last night was, like, a protein shake and an eggo. but the eggo was a little freezer-burned. maybe that's what did it."
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ronan murphy is listening to: you look certain (i'm not so sure) by mount kimbie.
... “ where i've been it's useless, even talking about it. ” / @loveshard.
"useless isn't the same as boring. sometimes useless shit is the best kind."
muse: winter he (she/her), late 20s, panromantic pansexual available verses: interior design student & socialite (main verse); sun fae (winx club inspired)
"i'm taking this," winter announced, grabbing the first available fabric within reach. "my shirt is missing, which is somehow your fault, and i refuse to do the walk of shame in last night's sequins."
