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Hello i’m back again with this multi-muse blog. i’ve got new muses i’m exclusively using for now. recently i’ve been interested in more thought out and developed plots so always feel free to hmu, though i will admit to being selective about who i write with these days cause i work full time and don’t always have time. all muses identify as men and gay.
mun is maxxie, im 25+, he/him. Please be 21+ if we interact.
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Scenario: Your muse is a vampire who has been tormenting Remus/trying to wear him down until he agrees to be turned into a vampire. Bonus: Remus has already tried to kill your muse multiple times at this point.
"You." Remus stumbled backwards, tripping over a nearby chair, and tumbling to the floor. He continued to scuttle backwards, one hand held in the air to create a thin wall of magic. "You're not invited in. I wont invite you in." He warned, though his threat was empty: the creature was stood between him and the door to his home. "One step closer and I swear I'll..."
Ki smiled brightly as he watched Remus fall back. He let out a cheerful laugh, continuing to slowly walk forward. "Be careful. I'd hate for you to get hurt, darling." His hands were clasped behind his back as he leaned forward, nearly crossing the boundary to the other's home. "You'll what? Fail to kill me again?" He raised a hand, fingers dragging along the doorframe. "Invite me in, Remus. I don't think you want to be having this conversation with me outside the door. Where anyone could see. You know what I'd have to do if I found out someone was watching." He flashed his fangs as he grinned brightly at the other.
Kai's head shook- he was always hungry but he had a problem with letting people pay for anything for him. Too many strings attached, hidden or otherwise, and he didn't want to owe anyone anymore. He was too exhausted. "I'm good, imma get myself a coffee though, and we can sit, chat?" Really he should head home and catch a nap between jobs but.. Enkai could feel the burn out. Work, sleep, work, sleep- a cycle that he could feel slowly killing his soul. Something had to change before he stopped finding a reason to wake up in the morning.
"Because i work too much, don't have enough time to hang out with them. Eventually people stop inviting you to hang out, because you either say no or you end up not showing up.."
Taemin tilted his head, looking Kai over. He looked thin and like he could use a meal, but he wasn't the type to press it. He didn't ever want to make anyone uncomfortable. "Ah, well if it helps, I'm free quite literally all of the time." He didn't sleep much so it was easy enough to mold his schedule around others. Why not offer it to his new friend.
Deciding to get himself a small desert, Taemin take a few bites before setting his fork down. "I'm not going to finish this. You should have it, or it might go to waste." It was his attempt to offer the other food with a certain amount of plausible deniability. Unfortunately, Taemin wasn't the best at being subtle so his intensions were probably all to clear. He just didn't like how tired the other looked. It was in his nature to worry, even about a complete stranger.
His return to base had been rather uneventful, and the news awaiting him upon arrival was not exactly what he had been expecting to hear--------- though, truthfully, he found he cared very little either way. Giovanni was a man who demanded much from his organization, but his vision was the correct vision for any truly ambitious man to possess, and Aries himself had long subscribed to the belief that Pokémon existed to be pushed beyond the limitations that weaker trainers so readily accepted. Most frustrating, however, was the fact that Mewtwo's whereabouts remained unknown, the creature continuing to elude even Team Rocket's considerable resources despite the passage of time. The hunt, naturally, remained ongoing. Team Rocket rarely allowed bygones to remain bygones, particularly where valuable assets were concerned, and eventually Mewtwo would be found, whether it wished to be or not. Until then, there were other pursuits worthy of his attention. Much of his focus lately had settled upon reports concerning Suicune, whose appearances throughout Johto had become difficult to ignore, and although the trail had cooled considerably in recent weeks, it had not yet gone cold. He intended to revisit those regions soon enough. Consequently, when several of his underlings hurried over to inform him, with an excitement they seemed unable to conceal, that they had finally apprehended the troublesome little infiltrator responsible for breaking into Rocket facilities and making a nuisance of himself for months, Aries found his thoughts remaining stubbornly elsewhere. How exactly they had convinced themselves that he would care about some reckless child was beyond him, though the hopeful anticipation lingering in their expressions suggested they expected praise for finally accomplishing a task that ought to have been completed long ago. The weak always seemed desperate for approval, forever searching for some indication that their efforts mattered, and Aries simply lacked both the time and the patience to indulge them.
Instead, he continued toward the private elevator and ascended to the uppermost level of the compound, where his penthouse sprawled across an entire floor----------- a privilege earned not merely through years of loyalty to Giovanni, but through the sort of competence that rendered one indispensable. Team Rocket possessed no shortage of ambitious individuals, but very few consistently produced results, and when Giovanni required something accomplished without excuses, delays, or embarrassing failures, Aries and his team of exceptionally powerful Pokémon were amongst the first resources called upon. He had built a reputation not through theatrics, but through reliability, and there was a certain terror in reliability that brute force alone could never replicate. It was therefore with little expectation that he stepped into the penthouse, only for his attention to snag, however briefly, upon the figure occupying the room. Apparently the grunts had decided it appropriate to leave their captive here of all places. An odd decision. His gaze passed over them once before returning almost immediately, his expression remaining largely unchanged despite the momentary hesitation that followed. For an instant he found himself uncertain whether he was looking at a young boy or a young girl, the stranger possessing features so unexpectedly delicate that the distinction seemed strangely difficult to determine at first glance. Long lashes, soft lines, and an almost unfair sort of beauty sat at odds with the image he had constructed from months of reports detailing break-ins, interference, and repeated acts of defiance against Team Rocket operations. It was only after a second look that he settled upon the former conclusion, though not without lingering briefly upon the realization that the captive was, quite frankly, distractingly pretty. A mildly inconvenient observation, and one he chose not to dwell upon.
Turning away, Aries continued toward his bedroom, shedding his long-sleeved shirt once inside and returning several minutes later with little regard for modesty. Broad brown shoulders, powerful musculature earned through years of training alongside his Pokémon, and the faint gleam of a silver chain resting against dark skin were left exposed under the subdued lighting that filled the penthouse, though he appeared entirely indifferent to the image he presented as he crossed the room and moved toward the bar. Crystal clinked softly against crystal as he poured himself a measure of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the warm light before settling into stillness within the glass. Only then did he finally acknowledge the captive's existence, lifting his gaze over the rim of the drink and allowing those striking blue eyes to move over them once more. There was perhaps the faintest trace of curiosity present now, though boredom was still the dominant emotion, accompanied by the slightly temptation to simply have the troublesome brat disposed of and be done with the matter altogether. "And you are?" he inquired at last, his voice deep and husky as the question drifted lazily between them, sounding less like a genuine request for information and more like a man deciding whether the individual standing before him was worthy of occupying another moment of his attention.
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It has never been Yuki's plan to foil the machinations of Team Rocket. It had just… happened. When he first set out on his adventure, Yuki had been so excited to see the whole region and earn his badges. If anything, it had been Team Rocket's fault for getting in his way so often. The first time he had ever run into them was before his first gym challenge. The annoying grunts had blocked his way and told him to shove off. So he had challenged them to a battle. It seemed like the simplest plan and, much to his surprise and theirs, it had worked. It had been a big shock to everyone involved, but it had given Yuki quite a bit of confidence. Maybe that's why he had started to search out the villains any time he hit a new town. Stopping them often helped him train before challenging the gym. Not to mention, people seemed pretty grateful towards him. If he had spent more time thinking it over, maybe he would have realized that he was making enemies in high places. For Yuki, it had all just been a game. Something to pass the time during his travels. He had never realized how much danger he was putting himself in.
It had all come to a head on an isolated route in the Ilex Forest. A few grunts had appeared out of nowhere, easily surrounding him and forcing him into an unexpected battle. There had been too many of them for him to handle. It had been a matter of minutes before Yuki's Pokémon fainted. The boy followed soon after. He had woken up to the feeling of being carried around and a rather mundane conversation about how happy their boss was going to be. The way they talked about the man made him sound intimidating. For the first time since starting on his journey, Yuki was scared. It was made worse by the fact that they had taken his team. When they finally made it to the penthouse, Yuki took some time to glance around the room. He noticed his bag lying on a table far away from where he had been tied up. If he could reach them, then getting out would be easy. Sadly, with his hands bound, it wasn't looking good for him.
Looking up when the door opened, Yuki took notice of the man strolling in. He looked confident. Now he understood what the grunts meant by imposing. His eyes slowly trailed the man, watching as the other walked around the room. He exuded power and confidence. No wonder he was so high up in Team Rocket. "Yuki." He said the name softly, unsure if he should be answering. Swallowing thickly, Yuki scooted back gently. It was entirely pointless to try to hide, but it was instinct. He looked up as the shirtless man approached. His chest was broad and his muscles defined. Yuki wondered what it would feel like to touch a chest like that. Getting lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, Yuki eventually snapped back to reality. "Look, I don't know what you plan on doing, but you should just let me go. I won't even tell an officer about this." He was trying to put up a brave front, but his quivering eyes gave away just how scared he was. His eyes followed the glass up to the other's lips, swallowing thickly as he cowered on the floor. He had no idea what a man like this would do to him, but he had a feeling it wasn't going to be good.
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YEONJUN FOR CALVIN KLEIN
the perk of being one of the only ones that knew how to use the system meant that he was the cult's spy. so, he shook his head to give micah some peace of mind. "i'm the only one that listens and i don't listen twenty four hours. it's mainly when you're talking to someone else. sometimes, i've accidentally heard conversations with yourself though." not his fault that the system alerted him whenever there was some form of noise. "they haven't heard you jerk off. if you don't want me too, we can come up with some sort of schedule." if he was going to become his fraternity brother, then porter should at least respect his privacy.
Micah felt himself calm down at least a little. He gave a small nod. "Okay... Good. Sorry. I just... I don't know. I mean I know I'm gonna have to do stuff now but I've never... you know." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess I'll have to get used to it, huh? Talking about sex." He was still adjusting to just how much of a change all of this was. He wasn't honestly sure how he should be reacting anymore. He just felt overwhelmed. "Would you mind walking me home?" The other had already said he would, but Micah couldn't help but ask again. Somehow he felt like he was being a burden, not used to asking anyone for anything at all.
"the thing about giacomo is that he'll let his partners do anything if it's going to make them happy. sometimes, even if it takes away from his own happiness. not that i think that's the case this time, but just letting you know." he'd seeing it happen before. "is love codeword for fuck or do you have other people on that list we don't know about?" gaetano rose one of his eyebrows as he questioned star. he grinned and tapped the man's cheek when more plans for their future were thought out. "don't worry, i'll make sure not to breed you that often. if i do, maybe i'll just stick to the back entrance. i don't want him having a seizure because you're carrying my baby and not his." even if they were brothers, he knew it would be different. plus, giacomo has always been father material. gaetano, on the other hand, wasn't.
Star nodded his head. He could have guessed that. It was part of why he had been so hesitant about opening up about his desires. "If you notice that happening, tell me. I wish he would, but like you said, I think he'd let me trample over his happiness for my own. But I don't want to do that to him. I want him to be happy too." Letting out a soft laugh, Star shook his head. "I've fucked a lot of guys. But love is pretty rare for me. Como and you might be the first people in years. Mostly I just stuck to pets." He gave a small shrug. He laughed softly at the other and shook his head. "Maybe for the best. That way you can stick as an uncle. That seems like it might be more your speed." Gaetano had never given off the vibes of wanting to settle down, but then maybe Star just didn't know him as well as he thought he did.
apparently, star was full of surprises. gaetano was going to have fun getting to know this new version of the man. "a little hurt that you weren't comfortable with me before, but no worries, that means we have a lot to catch up on." he moved his hands over to his waist, holding him tightly there. "you really don't, huh? i wonder if giacomo is going to be that easy to convince not to give a shit." he hummed lightly, not really caring at the end of the day. then he started to whistle at the other's suggestion. "my little toy for me to use? careful now. i might start coming in here just to breed you every night before going back home." gaetano was starting to realize how much truth star was speaking when he said he was getting comfortable. "good, because that's the only thing that i know how to be." annoying to no end.
"It wasn't that I wasn't comfortable with you. I just... I didn't know how your brother would feel. I never expected that he would be okay with me being this selfish." He wasn't sure if he could fully believe it. "I only care about the opinions of people I love. Fuck everyone else." He gave a shy smile when the other whistled at him. He bit down on his bottom lip when Gaetano called him his little toy. He liked the way it sounded. He really liked the thought that he was. He had always loved being used. Rolling his eyes at the man, Star shrugged. "You could always spend the night after breeding me. We have a spare room. Plus clearly enough room in our bed for us all to fit." He ran his fingers through his hair, giving a small smile. "Though I can't say if your brother would be too happy if you were the one who knocked me up."
by that point in time, porter was a little surprised that micah had to even question it. he thought that he had made the fraternity's motives and actions quite clear already. still, he didn't mind confirming a couple of additional factors. "yes. i know it works because i installed it myself." as the one who had the most tech knowledge within the cult, that was always his main job. a sly smile formed on his face as he turned to look at the other again. "and i've listened to it a couple of times. for security purposes, you know. to make sure you weren't spilling or getting close to our truth before i got to you." he would keep on listening too. especially now that the other knew the truth.
Micah was shocked that Porter had ever been inside of his dorm. "I... Does anyone else listen? Has anyone heard-" He blushed deep. "Can we set up like times that you won't listen? I'm not gonna tell anyone. I just don't want you listening while I..." He had never been good when it came to talking about things of a sexual nature. He felt awkward and like an idiot. "When I jerk off. I don't want them to listen to that." If it was Porter he could handle it. He wasn't sure why it was so different, but it was. Maybe it was because he trusted him or the fact that he felt like the only person Micah could really trust right now.
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Benny let out a soft laugh when Harper yelped out of surprise at being scooped up into his arms and flashed an amused grin. "I used to be a bit of a chubby kid when I was younger and I got teased for it, so I decided to put more time and effort into my body. I'm glad to see that someone appreciates it." He winked.
As soon as he laid Harper down on the bed, he was pulled in for an eager kiss and without hesistation, he returned it and brought his hands up to grip the others waist, when he pulled away from the kiss minutes later, he was breathing heavily and his face was flushed. "I hoped that you would let me fuck you again, but you can never tell. The odds of you kicking me out were pretty high." He laughed and leaned in for another quick kiss. "I am VERY excited for a round two? Do you usually do round twos?"
Harper raised his eyebrows when the other explained his rather impressive build. It was almost endearing how open the other was. Harper wasn't used to it. He spent his day with closed off assholes like himself. Benny wasn't like any of them. He wasn't like Harper. Harper didn't exactly know how to feel about it, but for now he was enjoying.
Smirking up at the other and chuckled. "Keep making me food and dicking me down and I'll keep letting you stay." He kissed the other once again, pressing his body up against the other. He smirked at the boy's question and shrugged. "I mean... sometimes I go a few times the same night. But I think you might be the first guy to ever stick around and ask for a second go at it." Most guys were either kicked out or left on their own. He wasn't sure he had ever had someone who wanted to stick around to fuck him again. "Why? You feeling special, baby?"
Jax stood there, the warmth of Jiho's hand lingering on his lower back like a brand. The ghost of that soft kiss still tingles against his cheek. He didn't move for a long second, caught off guard by the simplicity of the gesture…the gentleness of it, the way Jiho had touched him like he was something to be careful with instead of something to be used. It was throwing him off balance in ways he hadn't anticipated. Jax forced himself to breathe, to slip into what he was hired to do. The older man was fidgeting with his briefcase, that awkwardness creeping back in, and there was something so endearingly human about it that Jax felt that annoying warmth flare up in his chest again. He needed to get a handle on that before it became a problem.
"Hey." Jax's voice came out softer than he'd intended. He stepped closer, closing the gap Jiho had left between them, and reached out to gently tug at the edge of Jiho's sleeve…a small, grounding touch, for him or Jiho? He couldn't tell anymore. "I'd love it if you stayed." He paused, letting his hand slide down to take Jiho's, threading their fingers together. “How about we watch a movie?" He squeezed Jiho's hand and gave him a soft smile. "Come on." Jax tugged him gently toward the sprawling leather couch that dominated the living area. He dropped onto it, pulling Jiho down beside him, and snuggled up to him. His eyes immediately caught the remote to the huge mounted television on the coffee table in front of them and snagged it. “Mm, baby, what was your favorite movie growing up? Let's watch it.”
Jiho was surprised at just how calm and soft the other's voice could be. He looked down where Jax was touching his sleeve. The touch was so soft. Not timid, but gentle. "I'd be happy to stay. Of course." His heart was pounding in his chest as their fingers were threaded together. It shouldn't have affected him, but it did. He just wanted to stay here with the other, holding him gently. Well he wanted more than just that, but the more was secondary. Truly he was just enjoying the feeling of being close to someone. It had been such a long time since he had been this comfortable that he couldn't even remember when it had been.
Moving towards the couch, Jiho sat down next to the other. He hesitated for a moment before gently wrapping his arm around the other's waist. When the other snuggled up against him, Jiho smiled softly. "Growing up... I liked brother bear. I watched it a lot with-" He paused, his brows furrowing for a second. "I watched it a lot. But I haven't seen it in years. I don't know if it'll hold up." He kept looking down at the other, his mind too focused on the other to care about whatever movie was put on. It was stupid. He knew that Jax was only doing this for money, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to care. Jax made him feel good. Plus weren't all relationships transactional to some degree? So what if this one was just more up front about the transaction part of it? It worked. It made him feel loved. It was exactly what he had asked for.
the stereotype was there for a reason. porter can't blame him too much when that is the norm across greek row. which is why he didn't seem too upset and just shrugged his shoulders as a response. "we know how to have fun in this house, but we're also filled with some pretty smart and respectful people." maybe some lacked the respect piece, but that didn't matter too much. they made it up in other ways. "you're free to go where you want." he nodded slightly. "i have you monitored anyways, so i'll know if you spill our secret. your room is bugged!" he chuckled softly, hoping he made it unclear of whether or not that was true. he liked making people second guess him, it was fun. "i can walk you there if you want though. buddy system and all of that."
He nodded his head as Porter defended his... friends? Cult members? Micah wasn't really sure what to call them. He was about to leave when the other said that he had been bugged. The boy froze, glancing over at Porter. "Wait... Really?" His cheeks were starting to turn red. Had Porter been listening to him? For the most part there wasn't much to hear, but it did mean there was a real chance of Porter could have heard him touching himself. He would simply die if the hottest guy he knew had listened as he whimpered and whined his way through orgasms. He moved closer, gently grabbing the bottom of the other's shirt. "Is it really?"
that part was at least reassuring. gaetano always claimed that people were as freaky as he was, but he never had solid proof to back that up. "you should start vocalizing it more. i was almost afraid you were some born again virgin." he wasn't, but he lived to tease other people. bring them out of their shell a little bit more. there was no harm in that, at least it's what he had come to assume. "i don't think anyone's going to be a good influence on me, but you can certainly try. don't be discouraged if i'm a pain in the ass." he winked over at the other man. "if you don't think they're going to catch on, then that's fine enough with me." he wondered what it would be like if they started their own family though. surely he wasn't going to be eating star out when he was uncle g. "even at three am? i can just sneak in here with the key that i made?" he leaned down, returning the kiss to star's lips.
Star laughed easily and shook his head. "No way. I just... I'm not always comfortable around people. It takes time for me to open up. But now that I am, you'll get to see a whole new side of me." When the other kissed him back, Star slid his arms around the other's neck, pressing closer against him. "I don't care if they catch on. What we do with our lives is no one else's business." He let out a soft chuckle. "If you're sneaking into our place in the middle of the night, that's fine with me. It's especially fine if you wake me up by using me however you want." The idea of going to sleep in his boyfriend's arms only to be awoken by Gaetano fucking him or eating him out made him quiver with excitement. He liked the idea of being used whenever the men wanted him, regardless of what he said. Finally pulling back, Star gave the other a big smile. "I like that you're a pain in my ass."
there was a reason why the cult kept him around for as long as they did. even though he was just a teacher's assistant at this point. porter was always quick on his feet on ready to come up with a new excuse for something. finally, he was able to guide micah out of the basement and back to the main part of the house. "i'm offended, again. do you really think i'd only hang out around drunk jocks?" he pushed his eyebrows together as he asked the question. "we have some pretty smart people here. not all of them use their powers for good, but you'll come to see that for yourself soon enough."
Micah tilted his head as he listened to the other. "I don't mean anything by it. I just don't know many frat guys other than the ones who have always been pretty loud and drunk. Kind of assholes honestly." But if Porter was willing to vouch for the people who lived here, Micah would trust them. "So I can go home, right? Well back to my dorm?" He rubbed his arm, feeling a bit strange. It was almost like he couldn't believe that today had actually happened. He was still trying to wrap his head around it all. "Or are you gonna walk me there to make sure I don't try and tell someone?"
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technically, it wasn't a surprise to him either to hear that giacomo wasn't that vanilla. they shared a lot of kinks. something that he had come to find out thanks to other partners that his brother had in the past. "sounds like you're both a match made in heaven then, huh? shy on the streets, freaky in the sheets." however the saying went. gaetano intertwined his fingers with star's when the other grabbed his hand. "don't want to get in the way of your work. the last thing i need is him thinking that i'm a bad influence on you." he pulled his hand up so that he could place a soft kiss on the back. while he had only hooked up with star in front of giacomo, he felt like the man wouldn't be upset at the two of them being intimate together. "how do you think he's going to take that? eventually, if you two are that serious about one another, i'm going to have to stop coming around. it'll be awkward to explain to your neighbors why you have two men in your bedroom. wouldn't it?"
Star smiled up at the other and laughed. "Hey, I'm not that shy. I'm just not an out and loud pervert like you." There was a warmth that spread across his cheeks as his hand was kissed. While they had never directly said the words, Star was pretty sure that hooking up with Gaetano was okay. It probably would have been better to ask outright, but Star had always been a bit of a coward. "Well then maybe you should try and convince him that I'm a good influence on you." He paused, a small frown flickering across his face. "That's not... You don't. Have to stop I mean. You're his brother. You coming around isn't that weird. And none of them have to know who's in my bed." Star had lived his whole life being judged, so the thought didn't phase him. "I mean if you don't want to, you shouldn't. Of course. I'm just saying... in my eyes you're always welcome. No matter what." He stepped closer, leaning up so he could press a soft peck to the other's lips.
he tilted his head to the side as he looked at micah from head to toe, almost like he was trying to study him. "use it as an excuse for why you're bad with boundaries. play dumb. have people give you more chances than they would someone normal." maybe hanging out with joaquim so much was turning him into a more manipulative person. oh well. "thank you. i assumed as much when you agreed to all of this." porter chuckled softly as he pointed around the basement. "ready to head upstairs now? you're technically free, so you can go wherever you want."
Micah felt the eyes on him and froze, unsure what he should do. He was surprised when the other began suggesting ways his odd demeanor could help, surprised that the man could think of them so easily. Maybe it should worry him, but strangely it made him feel more at ease. Maybe these people really could understand him. Or at the very least treat him as someone who wasn't a burden. "Oh, uh yeah. Sure." He moved to follow the other out of the basement and into the frat house. "I can't believe this place is... you know... like this. I just assumed everyone who lived here was a drunk jock."
