Open to: f/nb Suggested connections: Kidnapp*r and his vict*m. Stockh*lm Syndrome.. The more f*cked the better etc. Possible k*nks: RIMM*NG, degredati*n, humiliati*n, non/dubc*on, watersp*rts, edg*ng, org*sm denial, deepthroat*ng, c*ckwarming, kn*fe play, g*n play, surprise me?

“Breaking News. Reports indicate that there has been new movement in the missing persons case from last month after the initial trail went cold.” Is there a lovelier sound in the world? Vander cannot help but find himself grinning from ear to ear as the news continues to break down the new ‘evidence’ they’ve found for their missing persons case. He was as meticulous as they come when it came to taking his victims and if there was evidence left behind, it was very much on purpose. All Vander had to do was pay some homeless man to report an anonymous tip and the cops would swarm to the creek he’d left some of her tattered, bl*od stained clothes at. Making a clean getaway was fun and all but it didn’t quite compare to being on the run. He sick, sick man and truly did feed off the fact that her loved ones would have some renewed hope that his prisoner was still alive. The sounds of the news broadcast gradually begin to get drowned up by the sloppy slurping occurring between his muscular thighs. “Say what you want about me, but look, I made you famous.” The news adds another picture of her to the feed, imploring their audience to come forward if they have any tips on the missing person. She’s a little worse for wear in comparison to the photo they’re using on TV, having broken her in for well over a month at this point. For the most part, this had been the morning routine for the two of them. Vander would sip on his cup of coffee and put on the news while not even paying attention while the girl kept his cock and balls warm with her welcoming mouth and throat. “Maybe next time we leave a pair of your own c*m stained panties for them to find.” The older male mockingly laughs in her direction while he feels the warmth of her mouth lapping at his heavy balls. “Be a good little b*tch and I’ll even think about using your c*nt today and letting you c*m.”

open starter for f/nb muses plot: enemies to lovers smutty fun

“admit you like me, or i’m not touching you.” river had them up on the kitchen counter, wrists pinned against the cabinet as she stared down at them smugly, a little breathless but holding it together. the rest of the house was asleep which was probably why they’d gotten into this position in the first place, but they had no issue dragging it out.

OPEN TO: ladies CONNECTIONS: stranger at a party, friend, classmate, long time crush, step relative, etc etc. WARNINGS: potential d*rk themes depending how it goes, c*ercion. beta editor.

“ where  do  you  think  you’re  going? ” his  tall  frame  blocked  the  doorway.  evan  had  ‘helped’  her  by  getting  rid  of  the  two  guys  who  had  been  pestering  her.  but  in  accepting  her  help  she  had  arguably  welcomed  something worse.  “ don’t  i at least  get  a  thank  you? ” the party was still raging downstairs but right now his attention was solely focused on her.

open to: anyone

“so you think buying take out and showing up at my door unannounced is suppose to win you back into my good graces?” harley raised an eyebrow at the other, scoffing at the attempt. “this isn’t some cheesy rom-com where you can bat your eyes and all is forgiven.”

"Oh nothing," the girl said shaking her head nonchalantly. Walking away towards the kitchen pulled out all the things needed for dinner and started to angrily chop up food. "Its just that your location said you were about 20 miles away from where you said you were going yesterday," she said popping her lips and looking up at them

muse:Ricki Monroe

open to : anyone.

give me toxic exs, not even together but *together*, good relationship turning toxic , whatever give me it

Permanent Starter/Meme Call. SFW Edition.

//So like this post for me to be able to send any memes you have to you for either a starter or a character prompt. Reply if you want me to be able to @ you for a starter anytime. (All of these can be ignored of course) This is just to remind me and give me comfort since I forget at times as my following is rather large. This is mutuals only however.

OPEN STARTER ▶ TO MUTUALS (Taken from a random lyric meme)

❝Everyone SAYS I look happy.             ❞ Her words are mumbled, almost as if she didn’t WANT the other person to hear but it’s spoken all the same. There is a sigh in her lungs, but she holds it back as best she could. Lips then THIN into a line as blue eyes dart away. She didn’t much like to feel this VULNERABLE and the desire to allow the earth to swallow her whole was growing by the minute.

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓: m, f, nb 30+ 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: based on the movie “plus one”, chey and your muse have agreed to be each other’s dates to weddings during a particularly busy wedding season   𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: best friends, known each other since college/childhood/etc., potential romance

“Who knew there was even a season for weddings? I didn’t know that was a thing,” Chey called out from the bathroom, toothbrush hanging from her lips as she got ready for the evening. “It’s like the second everyone hit their thirties, they all decided they suddenly needed to get engaged as soon as possible.” She paused her rambling to rinse her mouth out. This was the second wedding out of six they were obligated to attend. At least this one was in Napa Valley - a promising location. A gold dress hung on her shoulders, the back unzipped as she finished up in the bathroom. She walked back into the hotel room and looked at her friend as they got ready. “And so many destination weddings… I mean, it’s always beautiful, but Jesus I’m tired of flying everywhere for these things.” Chey turned around and quickly added, “Zip me up?”

open to: anyone ... from maia power  plot: i really need a “i asked u to wait for me but when i came back u were already with someone else… do u love them? do they touch u like me?” plot im begging (x)

it was rude the way she stared at them, keeping them at the front door of her apartment. shocked they had returned without even a phone call, a chance to tell them not too... she was supposed to meet her new boyfriend in an hour and yet, fuck, how was she supposed to tell them she didn’t wait? maia couldn’t even force a smile on her face. tongue ran over her lips and gaze dropped to the floor.  “ i didn’t know you were back in town... i thought you would have called or text or something, i don’t know. ” 

she sighed as she leaned against the door of her car and she pushed the sunglasses down a little to see the guys walking out of the prison. there he was. as soon as their eyes met, she gave him a little smile and a gentle wave before she pushed herself up and off of her car. katherine hummed the moment he closed the distance between them.

“need a ride?” she asked and quirked a brow. “your mum told me about you getting out today and how she couldn’t come to get you, so…here i am.” the blonde ran her fingers through her hair. “come on. i’ll treat you to your first real, greasy burger in what…five or six years?”

open to: m! plot information: it’s based off of this [ x ]. character information: katherine daniels, her age ranges for her plots, she’s a makeup artist, and she’s got the biggest heart in the world. if you wanna know more about her, just message me! note: please don’t like my starters!

muse: Florian

open: men, friend, etc

Plot: Florian is crashing at your muses place

“When you said you had a place I could sleep I didn’t expect to be literally sleeping on your couch” he said poking at the pillows. This was a very different experience to the one he had been hoping for.

open to: anyone general plot: ryder’s involved in some ~bad stuff~ and he has a history with your muse. they’ve broken up and now they show up at his place of work.

Ryder wasn’t doing much else besides minding his own business when one of the other guys came up to him, murmuring a few words to him. There was a long sigh that left him as he chugged the rest of his beer, setting the empty bottle on the bar top. Hands in his pockets, Ryder moved towards the exit of the bar, finding the person he least expected heading towards the door. “What are you doing here?” He questioned firmly as he moved closer. “I told you to never come here.”

OPEN TO: f, nb SETTING: regency era (early 1800s). loosely based off of my darling duke by stacy reid. henry’s been a social recluse ever since the accident that took his family’s life. your muse told their parents that they were engaged to henry to get them off their back for a few more months, except her parents were so ecstatic they decided to throw an engagement ball, and of course they invite henry.

HENRY TAKES A deep breath as he lets his horse trot up the long, winding entrance to an estate he’d never been to. a calloused hand reaches into his coat pocket, fingers grazing against the golden embossed invitation to his own engagement party. his housekeeper had warned him, in her letters to him while he was travelling abroad. a young woman was claiming they were engaged.

henry  hadn’t made a public appearance since the year of the accident, and he wasn’t planning on making one at any point in the future. yet here he was, dressed in his finest clothes, long blonde hair slicked back for the first time in years. he was ready to make this strange young lady pay for involving him in this lie, for forcing him out of his fortress of solitude. much too fast, henry is suddenly at the front steps, all eyes on him. his heart pounding, he makes his way to the ballroom, ignoring the mutters around him. in the middle of the lavishly decorated room, he watches as one pair of eyes widens in shock, face gone pale. he’s quick to stride to her, everyone watching as he leans down to give her a short curtsy. “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” he whispers, unable to hold back the malicious grin that pulls at his lips.

open to: anyone // @indiestarter

connection: chris and your muse are childhood friends/current besties, and your muse is finally getting married! she’s helping your muse get ready for their wedding while also burying her feelings for your muse deep, deep down. based off of my best friend’s wedding, 1997.

written using beta.

“You know, you should be thankful you brought me along,” Chris said as she opened the door to the bakery for the soon-to-be-wed. Once they were inside, she followed behind them and crossed her arms, scanning the place. The aroma of vanilla and sugar lingered, and there was a general light and airiness to the place. It looked expensive as well. She never paid much attention to these sorts of things, but she was impressed.

Glancing over her shoulder at the other, Chris wore a smirk. “Otherwise, I think your fiancé would find out just how bad of taste you have,” she spoke, continuing to walk around the sugar factory.

After a second, one of the employees approached the two and greeted them. “Welcome! Are you two here for my 11:00 a.m. cake tasting?” she asked. "What a cute couple you are!"

WHO: jamie mayes. music teacher. bisexual. 33-37. skylar astin fc. OPEN TO: anyone 30+ PLOT: he’s trying to get your muse to forgive him

“come on,” he started, holding the giant teddy bear in his arms, “you can’t stay mad at me. look how cute we are!” he exclaimed, motioning between his face and the gift in his arms, one he hoped would help get him on their good side.

[[ open ]] [[ post messy breakup vibes ;; was probably definitely this trainwreck’s fault ]]

Jesse knew he shouldn’t be here. In truth, he didn’t even know why he was here. He doubted she’d even let him in. But even so, he found himself standing at the door, a little tipsy, a little high, and loudly rapping his chunky rings against the wood in lieu of knocking like a normal person. Not his best choice given how late it was. The smarter idea was definitely to just go home, but hey. He was here now. Might as well make the most of it, right? When the door finally opened, his dark and hazy eyes met hers and despite the fact that seeing her kind of made his heart ache, Jesse shot her a wide grin. “Heyyyyy, sweetheart,” he said. “I uh…I was in the neighborhood, figured I’d drop by.” His eyes trailed over the tattered old band tee she was wearing and he couldn’t be bothered to hide his smug smirk. He was certain it had been his. “Well, well, well, don’t we know how to look cozy and ravishing all at once?”