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Michael had grown comfortable in his role as lone wolf. After his discharge, he lost the only pack he ever knew. Adjusting to civilian life after 15 years in a war zone is hard, but as a werewolf, it was even worse without a pack to return to. So he rather stuck to what he knew best. Killing people. As a lone alpha with excellent combat and sharpshooter training, he was never lacking jobs. It would probably surprise people how often someone needed someone to disappear, preferably six feet under, to never be found again. Or so he thought. Then he heard of Kai Makoa walking the earth once more, raised from the dead, and he couldn't believe it. People he killed stayed dead. Michael prided himself in that, so he made it his mission to find the old bastard. And this time he wouldn't leave behind enough for a resurrection. Following his prey lead him to Beacon Hills, a small town that felt far too quiet and idyllic to be real. There was something simmering there, and one of those things was the man they called the ghost wolf these days. Finding him was trickier than expected. He no longer smelled the way he used to, the strong musk turned to an almost intoxicating sweetness that made Michael's head spin. With every breath he drew while spying on the other, he felt more addicted to him, the thought of killing him this time for good slipping his mind slowly. After a few days, he finally saw his chance, following the other wolf into the woods. He knew that there was a real possibility that Kai knew that he was followed, maybe he even knew that it was his killer who was right there, watching every breath he took. Arriving at a clearing that was deep in the woods, he stopped, thinking it was about time to reveal his face.

"Kai Makoa in the flesh... and here I thought I put a bullet through your brain"

"Wow. Someone wasn't just partying in some fancy ass club all night before, he crawled into my bed and fucked me like I am a god-damn sex doll and not his girlfriend. He apparently also took the asshole pill", Arya shot back, puzzlement evident on her features as she pushed herself off the doorway. She knew that they were both toxic. Him partying hard and working even harder, while her life was only research and hunting down the next Pulitzer worthy story. It was why this worked so well in the beginning. They were like ships in the night, meeting every so often before parting ways. But over the weeks and even months this had been going, things changed. What had started as pure hook-ups, as a nice distraction from worked, turned into something so much more. And it scared her to know that her heart might be beating for him, but to him, she was still the toy he pulled out from under the bed whenever he needed to scratch an itch.

"Why don't you gimme me a heads-up as soon as you are back to normal? Maybe then I get to suck your dick the way I initially wanted to"

open to. f - greg is out of office and your muse (gf, fling, fwb, etc) keeps nagging about him not spending enough time with her. He's your typical finance bro, man in the streets // freak in the excel spreadsheets. ++ bonus points for someone that calls him out on his bullshit.

"Will you shut the fuck up, please?! It's my day off and I really couldn't care less.." the blonde inhaled and blew the smoke out between his lips, staring up at the roof. His head was pounding after partying too hard last night, he barely had any energy left, giving her a lazy round of fucking before passing out last night. Okay, so maybe he wasn't treating her like the princess she was, but he was no prince either. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you actually planning on joining me?".

M/M Spicy Gif Starters

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More MM N.S.F.W. Gif Prompts

Ya boi has a problem.  But it’s content for the RPC, so I regret nothing.  As always, I don’t own a single one of these gifs they were plucked from around the internet.  Pick a prompt, either looking at it or not, send it to the inbox with a muse/pairing in mind, I’ll write a starter based on it.  As always, I tried to use gifs that weren’t as common to find in other prompt lists.

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like this post and I'll come to your inbox to plot the details for a gossip girl inspired starter

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  nsfw  prompts ,  separated  by  quotes   &   acts .   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one  who  posted  the  meme .  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts  )

       →  WORDS .

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜ ❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ ❛  i want you to ride  [ me / my fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  you  make  the  prettiest  sounds .  ❜ ❛  say  please .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  make  this  last .  ❜ ❛  look  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  just like that -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you .  ❜ ❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ ❛  god ,  yes ,  [ name ] ,  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  do  this .  ❜ ❛  who  gets  to  touch  you  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  come  for  me .  ❜ ❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ ❛  brace  your  hands  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  could  you  come  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  let  me  come -  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night .  ❜ ❛  you’re  such  a  tease .  ❜ ❛  take  these  off .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  your  [ mouth / fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ ❛  we  shouldn’t -  ah ,  we shouldn’t be doing this .  ❜ ❛  faster ,  [ name ] ,  i  need  more .  ❜ ❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ❛  keep  your  eyes  open .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜ ❛  can  i  take  this  off ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  please ,  please -  ❜ ❛  you’re  doing  so  well  for  me .  ❜ ❛  please  touch�� me .  ❜ ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜ ❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜ ❛  you  feel  so  good .  ❜ ❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ ❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ ❛  did  i  say  you  could  come ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ ❛  we  have  to  be  quiet .  ❜

         →  ACTIONS .

❛  pin .   to  restrain  my  muse’s  hands  during  intimacy . ❛  mirror .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  front  of  a  mirror . ❛  deny .   to  deny  my  muse  an  orgasm . ❛  distance .   to  have  [ phone / video ]  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  playlist .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  while  music  is  playing . ❛  paw .   to  fondle  my  muse’s   [ chest  /  ass ] . ❛  wall .   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall . ❛  table .   to  hoist  my  muse  onto  a  [ table  /  counter ] . ❛  clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed . ❛  finger .   to  finger  my  muse . ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral . ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . ❛  distraction .   to  rile  my  muse  up  during  a  film . ❛  mark .   to  leave  marks  on  my  muse  [  optional :  specify where  ] . ❛  tie .   to  use  restraints  on  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  throat .   to  choke  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  sparring .   for  sparring  to  turn  into  sex . ❛  toys .   to  use  toys  [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ]  on  my  muse . ❛  imagery .   to  send  my  muse  a  risque  photo . ❛  drag .   to  pull  my  muse  closer  by  a  piece  of  clothing . ❛  tear .   to  tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛  shower .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  the  [ shower / bath ] . ❛  sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg . ❛  carnal .   to  [ scratch / bite ]  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  preoccupied .   to  rile  my  muse  up  as  they  [ read / work ] . ❛  jealous .   to  purposefully  make  my  muse  react  possessively . ❛  dare .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  based  off  a  dare . ❛  read .   to  re-enact  something  from  a  [ book / show / porn ]  with  my  muse . ❛  collapse .   to  break  a  bed  during  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  caught .   to  get  caught  with  my  muse  during  sex .

Arya's father was mostly known in the circles of NYC that would never be seen at an event like this. Maybe the invitation was a side effect of one of his more legal endeavours, maybe something he got in return for a more shady service. She didn't care. But the fact that she was forced to accompany him made her nervous. All he was missing was an alliance to open him all the doors in NYC, and his daughter was the key. It was what he had trained her for all her life. Becoming the perfect trophy wife, and Arya had played along for the longest time. It got her a top level education, including a journalism degree from Yale. But now that her father deemed her perfect, he demanded her to pay him back. That's how she ended up in bed with Nate Archibald. He was her father's favourite candidate, and he was easy on the eyes, so she hadn't felt bad about luring him in. But then she got to know him and it suddenly hit her. He was a genuinely good guy. Someone who sure as hell deserved better than being used for his name and money. She felt like a complete bitch when she just ghosted him, but whenever she tried to write a message, she couldn't find the right words to let go. Hearing his voice right behind her in a place she felt so uncomfortable to begin with made her heart race. How the hell was she supposed to answer this.

"Maybe the lack of messages should have given you a hint", she retorted, her voice much more cold and bitchy than she had been with him before. Nate Archibald had managed to pry her mask down and see past her carefully crafted facade. Now she only hoped she could convince him that what he had seen was nothing but an illusion, and all that while not turning this into a fucking scene.

Open starter. Everyone's favorite GOLDEN BOY nate archibald is back. Your muse hooked up with him and for some reason they haven't seen each other in a while. maybe gossip girl posted something about him? now they're at a party and speaking to each other. hmu for plotting.

Nate walked up to her, standing behind her for a while before speaking up. "I wouldn't think to see you here,". The annual Van der Woodsen christmas lunch was usually a party for the closest relatives of the family, hence why Nate was there, as he bascially grew up in that house. "You never answered my texts," He started, meeting her eyes this time. "Are you ignoring me?"

Arya knew that this had been a mistake. Them happening had been a mistake. Letting people in always ended with them fucking off into the sunset rather sooner than later. That's why she had made it a habit to leave first. Hearing Oscar confess his feelings had caught her off guard, dizzy from the alcohol, she allowed him to see a version of herself that she at times forgot was still there. Hiding under the mask she had so carefully crafted over the years. Leaning in and just kiss him had been easy, and letting him have his way with her between the sheets had been even easier. And before she knew it, she had been sleeping in his arms, quiet, calm. A luxury she usually couldn't afford. But then morning came and with it the lack of alcohol in her system and the harsh light of day she was forced to see the sad and ugly truth. There was no such thing as a happy ending. Especially not for someone like Arya Danvers. So she sneaked out of his place, his peaceful sleeping figure burning into her memory, almost like a photograph that she liked to come back to in her dark and lonely nights. She should have known that one day sooner or later they'd run into one another again. But she didn't expect it to happen so soon. She had been on her way to get something to drink when she heard his voice calling out to her.

"Talk? What is there to talk about?"

 ࣪‎ ‎𖤐‎ ‧‎ ‎ ‎ open    starter ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎───‎ ‎ ‎ f    /    nb ‎ ࣪ ‎ ‎ 𖤐‎ ‧‎ ‎ ‎ oscar morales ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎. ‎ ࣪‎ ‎ 𖤐‎ ‧‎ ‎ ‎ plot    stuff ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎───‎ ‎ ‎ after    hooking    up    for    the    first    time    after confessing feelings ,    oscar    and    your    muse    haven't    spoken    and    bump    into    each    other    at    a    party .

the    second    that    eyes    catch    familiar    figure    in    his    gaze    ,    opportunity    quickly    presents    itself    to    approach    but    hesitates . diverts    attention    elsewhere    yet    holds    a    lingering    ,    nagging    desire    to    confront    woman    for    her    absence    ,    though    knew    confrontation    would    only    create    more    distance .  . however    ,    easily    misses    the    shared    connection . quick    sigh    leaves    from    between    his    lips    while    he's    scooting    through    the    crowd    ,    eyes    remaining    on    woman's    location    ,    partial    hope    that    he's    not    spotted    before    his    arrival . slow    with    his    approach    ,    sporting    a    semi    -    forced    smile    across    relatively    chiseled    features . '    ──    hey , can    we    talk    ?    '

Esmeralda had smelled it in the air, that lovely calming scent of lavender that had always calmed her whenever her primal urges threatened to take over. But this was not a natural smell. No, there was something else to that scent. Something that forced her out of her own home on a full moon night, fully aware that her rut would take over her brain as soon as the moon was up there in the sky. Her feet carried her down the street and into the woods, following the pull of the scent to the abandoned house that the whole town whispered about because someone sometime allegedly killed someone there. Nothing Esmeralda was particularly concerned with, but the moon was close to being in its full power. Her eyes started to shine in a bright red as she made her way over the maze walls, following the scent to the end of a path that was a dead end, and there she was. The source of the enticing smell that made the beast in her chest claw at her ribcage, begging to be freed.

"Are you lost baby girl?", she asked, voice low, followed by a rumbling growl in her chest, eyes burning red and the bulge in her jeans growing, her body starting to prepare to breed her little mate.

open starter ft. cassandra (m/f/nb) plot: cassandra and friends go out to a house/area that’s believed to be “haunted” only to find out there really is a monster living there.  connections: can be a random monster just living in the house/area, or one that’s had their eye on cassandra and followed her and her friends there. 

“this is so stupid!” the preacher’s daughter hisses, hands shaking as she holds up her flashlight to illuminate her path. her friends snicker, laughing as they poke fun at her for being afraid that there might be something actually out here. they’re just scare actors.  ghosts and monsters don’t really exist. if you’re scared just go back and wait in the car. they said, earning a harsh glare from the girl before she turns around and keeps making her way through the supposedly haunted maze that’s supposed to lead to an even more haunted house that holds a hefty cash prize if the flyers were to be believed. so far she hasn’t seen any scare actors, she’s only heard the sounds of something that remains just out of sight. that’s more unnerving to her than someone jumping out the shadows to try and get a cheap scare of her, but cassandra says nothing and keeps walking, occasionally making a turn here or there. minutes go by and eventually she loses her friends in the maze, leaving her lost and alone as she tries to find her way through and ignore the feeling that there’s something out there following her. 

open to f/female presenting plot: hades/persephone warnings: potential kidnapping/dubc*n

Michael Langford was not the kind of man to fuck with. They nicknamed him Hades for a reason, even though he always believed that Thanatos would have been the more fitting code name. But what could he expect from men who were nothing but boys turned into weapons? 15 years he had served his country, brought death and destruction behind the enemy lines, but then they had no more use for him. He was discharged, albeit honourably, and left to find a way back into civilian life. A life he had never properly known to begin with. So he fell back to the things he was best at. Strategic warfare and lethal operations. It took him less than two years to work his way to the top of the underworld, putting the fear of god into anyone who even dared to think of opposing him and his plans. But even with all the money and power, he still felt shallow and empty. That was until he found her. The light to his darkness. The benevolence to his wrath. The kindness to his brutality. The Persephone to his Hades. And all he wanted to do was steal her away and make her his... A plan was already forming in his head, but for now all he could do was be patient and wait in the shadows for the perfect moment to strike.

Arya knew that her place as omega was one of servitude, devotion, and obedience. All her life, she had been prepared for this, to become whatever her pack needed her to be. Every knot she took was one she took with pride, every load pumped into her holes making her heart swell with happiness. Leaving her family for a different pack had been a challenge, but her mother's decision was a simple one. An omega for a peace treaty, and even though Arya didn't have a say in the matter, she felt right at home here. A pack of alphas, especially strong as they were, was rare. And that they shared an omega even rarer, but she loved it. Every time she was bent over or forced onto her knees to serve them, she felt more at home, but this night was special. The first full moon since she joined the pack and the first night she would see her alphas in their full glory. The beating heart in her chest, not an indicator of fear but rather excitement. Her pussy was already wet with her slick and nipples hard from the cold night air.

"I was born ready alpha"

open for: subby f/femme faces, editor: beta plot: just filthy full-moon werewolf smut pls. growling, shifted knotting, the whole deal muse: wide open! pick from any of mine if you want in your reply note: replies will come from my more low-key werewolf sideblog

"tonight's the night… think you're ready for it?" the pack's alpha smirked, letting the other snuggle in closer to them in the cool twilight air. "look, it's already starting…" the full moon was heavy in the sky, and the howls raising around them, some distant and some close, were mixed with the subtle blur of shifted wolves loping through the woods. "might be tough for even our most eager little knot s.lut to keep up," she teased.

When Noah had told her that she was tasked to look after his darling little gem, Tara, she could hardly believe his words. It wasn't like she didn't know the girl. Other than her father, she was probably the person Tara knew best, considering how closely she worked with her father. Morgane was the one to call whenever he needed someone to take care of things, and she always delivered. But Morgane's world was one of wrath and violence, not one of polite conversation and kindness. She had learned survival skills on the streets before Noah Hamilton decided he would benefit from her unique skills. But first he had to break her to put her back together, refining her into the living, breathing weapon she was today. The qualifications she lacked were those conversational pleasantries that so many felt were necessary. She knew Tara only did this to be nice, showing off the manners she had learned from those expensive and thoroughly vetted private teachers Hamilton got for her. "A glass of bourbon. Neat, please", she said, knowing that the girl was a bundle of nerves, and Morgane's intense gaze was surely not helping with that. "I wouldn't necessarily call my work nice, but it was a successful week indeed", she replied, taking the glass from her nimble fingers, wondering how she'd look like when Tara was truly herself and comfortable in a room and not fighting her heart jumping out of her ribcage.

"And what about you, Tara. How has your week been?"

open to: any muse, 21+, age gap encouraged. muse: tara hamilton / early twenties/ "stay at home" daughter of a dangerous criminal / submissive - very innocent plot: your muse has been told to make sure tara stays out of trouble - she is just keen to have somebody to talk to - but is she also maybe a little scared of them? does she know them already?

"Did you want a drink or anything?" Tara asked, her voice soft as she glanced across at them on the couch. Her father had company a lot, but she didn't often get to join those events, and if she did - - her father was always there. She was a little unsure of how to play host , or even if she was meant to do anything. Tara didn't even know if they wanted to be there.

She just fidgeted with her hair for a moment, before giving them a polite smile. "Have..have you had a nice week?"

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

1x05 - Duke

open to m/f/nb about: Esmeralda Ximenes (52/sub) is the kindest and sweetest woman you'll ever meet. After graduating from high school, she went to university to become a high school teacher (English, Spanish, and History) and when she started working she quickly became the liaison teacher. That's when it hit her how many of her students were struggling and how many came in contact with "the system" that didn't protect them but rather made them vulnerable for even more abuse. That's when she decided to become a foster mother, working for an NGO earning her pay cheques now raising kids and teenagers and giving them the loving home that she had in her own childhood. In her career, she helped a total of 56 children and teens to get a good start in life. The feat she is proudest off in her life.

Esmeralda had always believed in an open house policy, making sure that both her students and her former foster children knew that they could come to her door whenever they needed something. The same was true for neighbours, friends and family. So she shouldn't be surprised that someone came to her backyard where she was enjoying some me time in the pool, turning around in the water to face them, a small squeal of surprise falling from her lips. "God, you scared me. Anything I can help you with, cariño?"

@ardoruntamed based on THIS (NSFW)

It had been a long few weeks for Austin. Job after job had been a nightmare, resulting in chases, lack of payments, and absolutely insane clients. The sort of time that made him question his occupation. Desperately needing to blow off some steam, he found himself visiting the establishment that he hadn't bothered to check or enjoy in quite awhile. When he was a younger PI, he frequented the shop that provided some less than above the board entertainment out of some of the back rooms. As his career took off, he tended to provide patronage less and less. Just easier to avoid any sort of discretion. But now, it was very much needed. He handed over the necessary cash before being allowed through the back door and towards the booths that existed. Sliding into the room, he let his shoulders drop and grinned as he looked at the hole in the wall. Briefly, Austin wondered who was on the other side before any concern over it vanished. Pants unbuttoned and length pressed through the opening, there was an eager mouth on the otherside that seemed to immediately engulf his cock. "Fuck..." He murmured with a pleased sigh.

James had needed this break. To step out of the persona he had created for his community online and just be himself. Not thinking about perfect angles or if he needed to show off more muscles, was the sound a good mix of moans and slapping balls. Here he was just a set of holes, existing to please whoever walked through the door. So far his night had been busy, cum dripping from his ass to the ground as he knelt there, wiping off the cum that he hadn't been able to swallow before the last guy left. Slipping the owner some cash had really paid off, never staying without a hard dick for long, keeping him in a blissed out state of satisfaction. And not even five minutes after the last guy left, there was another cock pushed through the whole. He was bigger than any other dick he had tonight, sending a content hum through his chest, close to a cat's happy purr, lips wrapped tightly around the other, taking all the time to get him ready. This was a game he played, a fine line wandering between teasing and satisfaction. There was no way for the other to force more of his length into James' mouth, and he exploited that fact, enjoying the heaviness of the full length on his tongue.

hello, are you open to memes from non-mutuals to get something started or do you prefer memes only from mutuals?

My memes are generally open for everyone, and I am excited to get them. It's just important to tell me which of my muses it's for or which muse of yours it sent to give me an idea which of my muses fits best. And also as a little disclaimer: I will reserve the right to decline/not write a starter if I a) do not vibe with it or b) I feel like I put out too many meme starters and never received a reply.