" then what? would you kill for me? " tilting her head as she looked up at them. " would you? "

{ open to m/f/nb | based on: this | please read my rules before interacting. }

it was late, the giant house was dark and for the most part, quiet. his parents had gone on another last-minute trip and with landon helping with renovations, the only other people in the house were his brother and their partner. the male had decided to take a late-night swim and was now heading back into the house. when he spotted them a smirk formed on his lips, adjusting the towel that covered his lower half. “well, hello, night owl. should i ask what you are doing up so late?” he had his own thoughts as to what they might be doing up, but even with his ego and their many run-ins, he wasn’t going to assume.

OPEN TO: females. BASED ON: this. CONNECTION: daughter, niece, granddaughter, step-daughter. DO NOT LIKE THIS STARTER.

ON THIS FRIDAY NIGHT, the household's best idea of bonding was to slink off to their private little corners and waste away the hours alone. for norman, this meant sitting in his office, door securely shut, his computer screen alight with the suggestive blog of an inappropriately younger woman. they'd been somewhat interacting over the past couple weeks - mutually following each other, a like of a post here and there, some reblog sprees to flood the activity tab - but tonight the older man was feeling particularly lethargic with life and craved a fun pick-me-up to kick off his weekend. navigating to her message tab, all that could be heard in the room was his slow breathing and the eager tapping of his keyboard.

ursickdad: hey sweetie ursickdad: you online? ursickdad: you look so cute in your latest post :)

open to anyone. ♡ / @indiestarter. note: female if romantic interest.

“ i haven't celebrated the holidays since . . . shoot, probably before i enlisted. it'd be nice to do it again, yeah. i'd love to come. should i bring anything? ”

{ open to m/f/nb {selective with f - this thread is open to f/f just talk to me first) | plot: stevie has found herself obsessed with your muse, she wants them at any cost. your muse has noticed the people they've flirted with going missing....(this can go many ways, this could become a game with them, or she could trap them or whatever you please, go wild!) | any connection welcome, assume away. legit go wild. t*boo/forbidden welcome. | please read rules before interacting. | note: doesn't have to be scream related but she is a k!ller so.... beware. }

there was a devious gleam in the young femmes eyes, holding in a laugh as she was asked about the people who had gone missing recently. those people specifically being connected to the other through flirtations and intimacy. "and why do you want to know what happened to them? you have me," stevie replied, voice dripping with honey coating her deceptive actions. "am i not enough for you?" she queried, dark orbs scanning them curiously as she moved closer, lips hovering over theirs.

{ open to m/f/nb | based on: this | note: does not have to be scream involved }

This was unexpected. Dustin had been mucking around on his phone in the camera roll when it had fumbled in his hands managing to send off a nude to the other. “Shit,” he mumbled to himself as he realised what had happened. He sat on his bed trying to figure out what to say given his actual reason sounded stupid but before he could type anything a message popped up. As he opened it to read the male was stunned, they had sent one back. “Holy shit...” Dustin breathed out, wasting little time in responding. [ text: ] you look fucking hot.

open - caspian.

she stumbles from the woods, uneven footing as she balances between the foot that still clings to her heels and the foot that now goes bare. accentuated even more by a slight limp, bruises on her legs from where balance had been lost. bare foot covered in scratches, twigs littered in knotted blonde hair. pale skin stained with dirt and sweat, clearly not washed for a long while. dirt caked up beneath unkempt nails, hands cracked with a dryness entirely uncharacteristic of the beauty queen. tiny stature feels even more exaggerated with the way her height drops and rises as weight is shifted between bare foot and heel. she wears the same clothes she'd worn months ago when she'd been sent off, clothing entirely ill-fitted for outdoor survival. sequins have long fallen off, likely spread across miles, never to be found again. once white dress is now a mess of browns and yellows, sweat and dirt and sand seeping into the fabric. one sleeve shorter than the other, the fabric torn off to create a makeshift bandage on her leg. her escape was borderline impossible; she knows they'll be chasing her down. after all, there's nothing worse for that so-called school's reputation than to have lost a student in the middle of nowhere. not only for the fact that they'd lost her, but because of what she could tell people, what could get out if she's not persuaded into silence. she'd ran for hours, had walked even after she'd run out of stamina. it had been daytime when she'd first escaped, she hadn't stopped moving all night. it's morning now, sun rising over the trees to truly shine light on just how fucked up she looks. lips are dry, missing the signature gloss she so frequently adorns. a breath of air escapes her as eyes land on another person, fear turning to relief as she realizes it's not one of the people chasing her. she assumes, perhaps foolishly, that it means she's safe. she drops to her knees, unbothered by the gravel that her knees smash into.

open to: female muses.

muse: james knight. casey deidrick fc.

connections: someone random he met at the bar. friend. fwb. date. anything that fits. please specify in the tags.

they’d been playing pool for most of the night, having a few drinks and fucking around, making small bets and executing them in the seedy bar. the adrenaline junkie in james couldn’t help making the bets, so when she was about to break to start a new game, he leaned on the table, “another wager,” he suggested, ready to up the ante, the alcohol allowing him to speak more freely. “you make this shot, and you get WHATEVER you want,” he knew it was a tall order, but with enough money in his bank account, he could make nearly anything material happen and if she wanted a sexual prize, he’d make that happen too. “you don’t?” he tilted his head to the side, “you. me. my car. your lips around me at ninety miles per hour.” he put forth the bet and smiled a competitive smile. “what do you say? yes, or are you too chicken?” he taunted and awaited her response. 

" i think it's time for a game of hide and seek. " he grinned before putting on the mask. " i'll give you ten seconds. "

{ open to m/f/nb | based on this. feel free to assume whatever connection! note: big/bigger can change depending on your muses gender for obvious reason :) }

There was a teasing smirk that had formed on her lips as she straddled the other. “You’ve got me alone so... Ask your question.” Avery had spent the past month dating a guy who she had ditched at the party when the other had asked to talk to her in private. “What do you want to know? Do you want to know if his dick is big(ger)? What if it is?”

OPEN TO: females. PLOT: 'we're broke and on the run / on a roadtrip but we managed to scrape together enough cash to stay in this motel for a night but there's only one bed and a man has needs'. some potential inspo here. CONNECTION: sister, daughter, niece, step-daughter, current / former v*ctim of a c*rme he's committed, someone he met online and convinced to run off with him, friend's daughter, daughter's friend, brother's ex girlfriend or ex wife, and anything else. DO NOT LIKE THIS STARTER.

DESPITE THE SCRATCHY SHEETS AND STIFF MATTRESS, this motel room was a warm and welcomed change from all the nights spent cooped up in the car. lowering the volume of the television buzzing from the corner of the room, joel shifted on the bed - barely big enough to fit him, let alone the two of them - and cast his dark gaze on the female sat on the weathered chair. ❝ you coming to bed? ❞ male questioned, his form naked under the blanket save for the grey boxer shorts trying in vain to conceal his thick (and neglected of late) tool. ❝ you can sit there all night if you want but i ain't gonna let you sleep it off when we're back on the road tomorrow. ❞

' all those memories we made are burning in my brain & i'm stuck in yesterday . tell me how did your heart mend so easy ? mine still bleeds . '

{ open to m/f/nb | based on this | please read rules before interacting. }

when he had sent the text the night before he had hoped that'd be the end of it. being a dealer came with many different issues but this was one he hadn't foreseen, falling for one of his regular clients. sure, there was often times he'd sleep with those who he found attractive, sometime under the guise of it being alternative payment but this time was different. they'd barely had any intimacy, in fact, he'd only let it go as far as making out before he cut it off - knowing if he crossed that line he'd be in trouble. had he expected them to show up at the party tonight? it was always possible but when he spotted how they beelined towards him diesel made quick work of trying to find an escape route, only to end up at a dead end. "what do you want?" he asked with a heavy sigh.

{ open to m/f/nb (18+) | plot: absinthe is a not so happily married mother of one, your muse, the neighbour (can be they live alone, with their parents/step parents, etc), has been flirting with her and as much as she’d tried denying herself she had just caught them hooking up with someone in their backyard, now she is unable to look away and your muse spots her. }

Absinthe knew this was wrong, knew she should’ve kept to herself. But playing happy wife had become draining and as she walked past her bedroom and spotted them her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Blush rose in her cheeks as she peered through the curtain, seeing them in such a vulnerable position making her entire body light up with excitement. Part of her wondered if they were doing to tease her, show her what she was missing. She should look away, focus on her life, her sleeping baby only two rooms away. And yet, here she was, letting the wall she had built up against them crumble down.