hit the ♡ for a starter from any of my original characters. if there is a specific one you would like to write with, please leave that in the comments. and if you are a multimuse as well, please comment the muse you want me to make the starter for. length will vary.

open too: M!21+

plot: idk matt and y/m fucked last night and now matt is having trouble sitting properly(whether that be from a spanking or smth else is up to you), so no plot.

connection’s: boyfriend, fwb, one night stand, anything really just no incest.

who: matthew miller, late twenties, homosexual, bottom, switch, veterinarian

dont like my starter unless were mutual’s and you plan to reply.

matt whinced as he sat down, shotting a glare at the man sitting across from him. “shut the fuck up.” the blonde spat. “you are the reason my ass hurts right now.”

open to anyone. muse: charlie masterton. 24 years old. bisexual. she/her. botanical science student. plot: enemies to… is that… sexual tension?

“i hate you. the fact i have to breathe the same air as you? it’s insulting.” charlie's words might have held a little more weight to them if her gaze didn’t flit down to their lips before meeting their eyes again. she shook her head slightly, as if that would break up the thoughts in her mind, and tried to harden her resolve. “you should just stay out of my way.”

*/ mateo guerrero.

who: open male muse. anyone welcome. where: mercury manor suites, private quarters.

mateo was a dangerous man. there was no way in hell that he could escape that sort of reality. not when one was born into the guerrero dynasty and promised so much power. the only caveat was that one couldn’t be afraid to reach out and take what was rightfully theirs. as one of the largest mafia families in new york - mateo took root in this lifestyle well into his teens and fell inline like a regular foot soldier. now he was much older, took all the advice of his father and was just a few years away from taking over his father’s entire empire. polishing off his drink - mateo tipped the bartender and made his way back to his room where he prepared himself an escort for the evening. the only catch was that he wanted someone fresh, someone new to the scene and still “innocent.” the man was in the mood to corrupt and defile, which only made him more aroused. as he approached his door, he quickly noticed the boy leaning against the wall and flashed him a smile. “are you who they sent me?” he questioned the other as he looked him over while unlocking the door to his suite.

open — anyone! muse — joshua banks, 45, bodyguard. okay to assume any sort of connection.

" if you've got a problem with the way i handle things, just say so. "

open to females (someone who fits this aesthetic) muse jesse raniere, male, 31 setting the bar at a wedding reception. he's the best man, and she's the maid of honor, but she's clearly been fucking the groom because she's a bad person. don't worry, he's a bad person too. lean into it.

"I don't know you well enough to think you were glaring at me during the ceremony, so you must have been glaring at him... come on, give it up. Everyone can tell that you're angry."

#HIDEFIRE. i am the vicious cycle. i am the snake biting it's own tail. i am bruised and ugly and it is terrible. it is all terrible. an original character, by kc.

open to m / f 21 + muse : cruz lomax, 25, motocross racer & full-time idiot plot : i threw rocks at the wrong window but i’m a little drunk and my girlfriend just dumped me so hey do you want to hang out with me ?

" oh, shit... shit. you're definitely not my ex-girlfriend." intoxicated laughter filled the otherwise empty street as he looked up at them, confused as they glanced out the window. "my bad. sorry. i guess me not knowing where she lives is a big sign i shouldn't ask her to take me back, right ? this might just be some of that freaky divine intervention shit my sister is always taking about."

— open to: anyone as long as muses are 21+. — muse: rocco flynn, 27, drug dealer. — plot/connections: based on this! he's your weed guy obviously lol but free to make it more complicated!

"Jesus. Come on. Don't make a big deal out of this, it's awkward enough." After sending the text the day before Rocco believed that they'd be out of sight, out of mind and that a whole conversation would get to be avoided. Now here they were. Confronted. Of course he'd run into them. "Like — don't fuckin' read it again in front of me. Damn."

“come on.” oliver said while cocking his gun that was pressed against there temple. “bounce like a good little bunny.” he growled while leaning back on the couch as they bounced on his cock, despite how disinterested he seemed, oliver was incredibly turned on right now, he was enjoying watching them bounce on his cock while he held his gun to their head, the gun was unloaded, but of course they didn’t know that.

open too: m/f 21+ who?: oliver sinclair, hitman/bouncer at the moonlight lounge, bisexual, dominant. connection: (step) relative, person he’s supposed to kill, girlfriend, anything except mom plot: x

open to anyone. muse: alix carter. 25 years old. bisexual. she/her. horror movie writer. plot: based on the post in the source but tldr: your muse is in a relationship but alix thinks they could do better (by better, she thinks her, maybe).

“you know dating her makes you look stupid, right?” alix has been the good friend. the supportive friend. she's bit her tongue. she's listened to their endless complaints and she gave advice. that all comes to and end now, though. “like, you keep putting up with the same crap over and over again. you let her walk all over you. it’s pathetic.”

open to: m only please who: dimitri what: dimitri hasn't been sleeping, truly outside of his nature, until he goes home with your muse - who he barely knows.

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Oh he'd truly stepped in it this time. The last thing he remembered was flirting and kissing, the touch of another person's hands for the first time in a long time. Then there was a pause, something had interrupted them. The other man was only gone for a few minutes and what did Dimitri do? Fall fast asleep in his bed. It had been weeks now since he'd gotten a proper nights rest, which simply didn't do for a man whose entire world was dreaming. The one time where it's inappropriate for him to crash and burn, the one time he didn't want to, and there he goes, curled up in the blankets like he's known that spot for a lifetime.

since i'm going to be off work for the foreseeable due to health issues and an upcoming surgery, i'd love to get some new plots going. specifically, i'd like to explore sci-fi, crime, fantasy, horror / psychological, mythology, historical, or sm.ut plots and themes, though i am pretty much open to all genres ! i really love getting into world - building and live for all the fun little details we come up with for our characters and ships, so if you're equally as enthusiastic and invested then i think we'd be a good match. i'm also available to write on here or over on discord depending on your preference. if any of this sounds like it floats your boat, give this post a like and i'll reach out to you as soon as i can <3

EDIT: i am no longer looking for new partners. thank you for your interest !

002 :: grand king

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open — anyone! muse — aria cattaneo, 24, psychology major. okay to assume any sort of connection.

“ i’m lonely, you’re lonely, we’re both single — what do we have to lose? “ 

   SHINE BRIGHT, STARBOY.

from a council estate in north manchester to the premier league, jamie fucking tartt.