Indie Multiverse Roleplay Blog by Ace

“I... I almost kissed Derek once, but other than that... No.. I haven’t,” as Stiles kept moaning with Scott stroking his dick as he was stroking Scott’s. “You... you want to kiss Scott? Um.. o-okay,” as he leaned in and closed the short distance between their lips and began making out with his best friend, as Jackson’s voice deafened the room with the other’s frantic requests to be fed Scott’s cock.

Sam would be lying if he didn’t take quite the satisfaction of having his palm impact Blaine’s ass, repeatedly. Of course he didn’t see anything sexual in it, but he take some personal enjoyment in it. “I’ve seen your ass dude. Not counting all the times I’ve seen it in the gym whenever we’re in the lockers and we’re changing, but also all the times I’ve slept over here. We aren’t exactly shy to each other when we get into your bed,” as the two often share Blaine’s bed, and Sam often wore next to nothing when he slept beside his best friend. As soon as Blaine grabbed the bar, Sam took his position behind Blaine, ensuring that his best friend had the proper form, placing his hands on the other’s hips and lower back. “There ya go. You ready?”

Slapping Blaine across the face, and then immediately grabbing his brother’s face, squeezing it to mush the other’s lips as Cooper continued to thrust harder and harder. “You fucking slut! You think Jax fucks better than me?! Huh?!” another slap and then face grab, Cooper’s thrusts were brutal, pulling almost all the way out until the head stretched those anal lips before slamming back in, repeating this long-stroke dicking over and over again. “You better fucking love me you whore!”

Closing his eyes and balling his fist, Alex’s body was met with immediate sexual torture as his chest and abs tightened, feeling the palm of Zach’s hand brush and polish against his engorged head. “FUCK! JE-JESUS! Zach.. st... STOP! FUCK... NO... UGH!” as the sensitive tip was driving unreasonable pleasure through his body. “Ugh...” as he was slapped again. Alex’s darkness was craving more and more of Zach’s beast, wanting the man to act only on lust and instinct, relying on baser instincts to reveal in their shared pleasure. “D.... d-don’t! UGHHH!!” as his body continued to convulse. He used his hands to push against Zach’s chest, letting his thumbs rub against the other’s nipples. “Z-Zach... no!... ST... TOP UGGHHH FUUUCK!” as the pleasure was too great, causing his toes to curl.

Sam could only check. Besides being straight, he really enjoyed his physical relationship with Blaine: there was no hesitation or shame or inherent homophobia. He could be as playful as Blaine as he could with anyone else, granted, given that Blaine was gay, Sam gave himself a little bit more liberty to be more physical given his mindset of he wasn’t getting any pleasure out of it and if Blaine did, it was okay because he loved his best friend. So when that ass was shaken infront of him, both hands clamped down on both cheeks and he shook it as if it were a pair of boobs: given how the comparison was quite apt since Blaine had an incredible curvy bottom, the action was quite similar, except of course with the exception of a hard slap to each cheek. “Oh come on, as your best friend, I don’t get special exception? Plus I am seeing your ass right now.”

“I mean... d-dude... your dick is pretty big too. It’s fucking thick.. I mean, thick,” as he squeezed the shaft, both enamored and aroused by touching his best friend’s cock. It was a new sensation and it made his own cock pulse and drip in Scott’s hands. Removing his one hand from Scott’s member, he swiped to the next video and hit play and promptly returned to molesting his friend. “Fuck Scott, that’s so fucking hot.”

“Y-yea... yea,” as Stiles nervously nodded, as he maneuvered himself so that Scott could take out his cock. Still engrossed in the video, his hands were on autopilot in fishing out Scott’s hard cock and immediately began stroking as he saw Scott’s lips stretch to accommodate Jackson’s girth and length. “Je-jesus Scott. H-how did it taste? I... I can’t believe this. You’re actually sucking his cock... f-fuck!” 

“You’re such a dick,” as Sam chuckled, helping Blaine re-rack the bar, “your set was good,” as he realigned himself to that trainer mindset. “Dead lifts huh? Fuck yea! Let’s do it,” as he clapped his hands together embodying his excitement. When Blaine got up, Sam quickly swatted that ass and walked his best friend over to the mat. “All right, I spot you!”

What was with this degradation from Zach Dempsey that was just sending Alex wild? Was he really that fucked up? Was the pleasure centers in his head so messed up post-suicide that he thought this violent and brutal act was something to be aroused from? Judging from how his body was reacting, from the moans and groans Zach had elicited from his body coupled with the never-ending hard-on that was his fully erect cock, dribbling, copiously, buckets of pre-cum, Alex was fucking love this. The rougher and meaner Zach got, the more and more his body responded. Of course the football star had more muscle mass and strength than he did, so it wasn’t a surprise that his struggle was getting him no where as he was pinned down by his face, and his spread thighs were forcibly separated. “Ugh.. f-fuck! Zach! Stop! Ugu.... fuck!” as the words were louder, but somehow sluttier. Alex was really selling it, especially when his eyes bulged feeling his hole penetrated by the other male for the very first time. “Za-Zach! No! St-stop it! UGH! Take... take it out... fuck!” as his asslips practically swallowed Zach’s digit, sucking its length completely into his bowels. 

“You faggot slut! I am the alpha top,” as Cooper reaffirmed his status, fucking Blaine in an inhuman pace and strength. A sheen of sweat now covered his body, highlighting his muscular form, making him to appear a lot more menacing, especially from Blaine’s perspective as Cooper devolved more and more into the sexual beast than the brother he was. “I fucking own you, you fucking whore!”

Chucking, he withdrew his hands from his uncle and began walking alongside Zeus, “Oh? And what does he have that I do not, Uncle? If I wanted to curry more favor than he?” as he winked, as Theseus was a bit more playful and flirtatious among certain company, his uncle Zeus included. “Why don’t you lead the way? You always had a better eye for hiding spots.”

“I can do this all day,” as Rich chuckled, retaking his stance and powering his hands with green-hued psionic power. Unlike some of his peers, Rich’s weapon was always his telekinesis, manifested by green energy enveloping the very matter he manipulates, in this case, makeshift psionic weapons he channels through his hands. While he wasn’t the best hand-to-hand combatant as of yet, training with Ben was helping him get there.  

“That’s fucking right you’re mine. This ass. Mine. You fucking slut!” as Cooper continued to fuck hard as if each word was an angered accusation. There was no doubt that Cooper Anderson shed his skin of charming aloof prince to villainous depraved sex fiend, relentless in his pounding of Blaine’s hole. “Tell Daddy that he’s best, yea? You fucking whore,” as he continued to assault that stretched opening. 

“And Auntie Hera wasn’t looking? She does have a penchant to follow your whereabouts, Uncle,” as he chuckled. The mortals that knew him only knew him as Theo knew him as reserved, quiet, perhaps even nerdy, but as the demigod of the seas, Theseus, he was quite cheeky, regardless of his audience. “How may I amuse you Oh King?” he said derisively, as he offered that charming smile of his. Closing the distance between the two, Theseus had to arch his neck as Zeus, even in this mortal-ish form, was quite towering. “One of your favorites? Come now, Uncle, aren’t I the most favored among your siblings’ children?” and yes, Theseus was a bit more slutty than his cousins.