#CLOSED.

[fearhidden]

muse — henry monroe. retired hockey player. thirty7.

open to — preferably a muse older than him, but twenty7 and older please.

plot — henry owns a sports bar & he's a retired hockey player. whether or not your character knows this is entirely up to you.

having spent most of his life on the other side of the bar, he’d taken the time to learn how it worked from the bartender’s angle. he watched as patrons ordered round for round, but his attention returned to a particular customer time and time again. “i don’t mean to be a bother,” he hummed smoothly, a smile lifting crookedly at the corner of his mouth as he adjusted the bar towel that he’d lazily tossed over his shoulder, “but i can’t help but notice that you’ve checked the clock every five minutes for the last half hour. are you waiting for someone?" he knew the answer, but he sparred the other the unnecessary arrogance of his assumption. "how about that next drink be on the house?” a boyish grin hung on his lips as his palms fell flat against the top of the bar's cool surface.

UPDATE: THIS STARTER IS OFFICIALLY CLOSED.

[fadinglights]

“it’s  okay  now.”  his  voice  carries  a  warmth  that  feels  almost  foreign,  a  stark  contrast  to  the  man  he  has  become  —  the  soulless,  hollow  shell  honed  into  the  finest  of  killers  over  the  past  decade.  “you’re  okay.”  as  breaths  still  heave  in  desperation,  seojung  responds  to  noah’s  frantic  cling  by  enveloping  him  more  tightly  in  his  arms.  the  aftermath  of  the  mayhem  and  bloodbath  scatters  around  them,  remnants  of  chaos  and  violence  now  silent,  but  it’s  all  over  now.  a  deadly  stillness  fills  the  space,  once  vibrant  but  now  upheaved  by  crimson  stains.  they’re  safe  now  —  he  will  keep  him  safe,  no  matter  the  cost. / @phiilautiia

[everseens]

it was a pretty average night out after a long week of preparing for upcoming auditions. her friends she had met from acting classes had invited her out to the club, and she figured that some time to just have some fun and let loose would be necessary. her friend had set her up with a random man they had just met that evening, and before she knew it she was being led to the dance floor, the liquid courage taking over as she got a bit more comfortable and began to dance on him. her hips moved to the beat as she danced against him, letting his hands travel down her hips to keep balance. the two had even shared a couple of kisses and make out sessions, which she didn't mind at all-- he was hot so she wouldn't complain. her eyes shifted over to a familiar figure suddenly, though, and she couldn't help but wonder if her brain was playing tricks on her or if she had seen someone she used to know. she let the new friend know that she had to go to the bathroom to retouch her makeup, and was off before they knew it. / @angelsdvsts

[brianbradley]

CLOSED STARTER.ㅤㅤ@limitsofdoubt.ㅤㅤKYLE HYDE.

NILE IS EVERYWHERE. From New York City, New York and Los Angeles, California, to the smallest of towns in the state of South Dakota. Deadwood, South Dakota. Fifteen miles and twenty minutes from Spearfish. It's a small town, but it isn't a noticeably small town. Bradley could blend into the crowd. Bradley had blended into the crowd for two months. He stayed at an older couple's bed and breakfast (the older man reminded him of Dunning — couldn't talk to him, though, how he'd talk to Dunning) and worked at one of the casinos in town. He hadn't stayed anywhere for longer than a month. He'd become complaisant. He'd become careless. And Nile is every-fucking-where. From New York City, New York and Los Angeles, California, all the way out in Deadwood, South Dakota. Two hundred and thirty five residents and eight 'tourists' in the dead of the South Dakota winter: one of the 'tourists' is Bradley, and the seven other 'tourists' are, evidently, Nile operatives. (Who knew South Dakota was a popular hideout spot?) The one who pistol whips him in the parking lot is familiar. Twelve hours tied to a chair in a warehouse, Bradley'd had the time to remember who that pistol-whipping Nile operative is: Ethan Riley. Nothing more than a small time criminal, committing white-collar crimes before committing even whiter-crimes with Nile, who thought he was everything. "You haven't changed much," earned Bradley an open-palm slap that cracked through the warehouse, and Bradley earned another, after being blindfolded, for saying, "Did I embarrass you?" It was worth it, then; two days tied to a chair in a warehouse, with bruises, with a busted mouth, with hair matted with dried blood — it wasn't. Two and a half days tied to a chair in a warehouse, time's becoming blurred. It could be three days, three and a half days. The light that spills into the room through the opening door says to Bradley, even through the blindfold, that it's sunset, that it's six in the evening and is becoming colder and colder. (It's been three days.) But the man who walks into the room is different: the leather soles of loafer shoes, the scent of shampoo and conditioner with cologne that's so familiar that the breath seizes in Bradley's throat before the coughing laughter that follows. The sound of those leather soles, the scent of that soap and that cologne — it could be a delusion born of blood loss and dehydration. "... you stubborn son of a bitch." But, knowing Hyde, it really is that stubborn son of a bitch, that bulldog.

[cravemore]

“    something    about    you    was    made    for    somebody    just    like    me.    ”

[dogsrotten]

"i just want to go home ."

[knotfcked]

a plot where your muse has taken mine (lydia — s.ydney s.weeney fc) hostage, using her for whatever purpose they want. could be a plot where they’ve met at a bar and it’s a totally random pick up, could be one where they’ve known each other for a long time and your muse has had his eyes on her for years. taboo dynamics encouraged. please like this post if you’re interested!

[slumpcd]

he'd parked further down the street where they had some trees covering up the car. otherwise it would stick out like a sore thumb in the neighbourhood they were in. " come on, i think we can cut through here. " charlie took her hand, pulling her with him as they zigzagged through the trees. " rich people are so fucking stupid, no alarm? no cameras? they're just asking for it. " chuckle slipped between his lips. // @cardigaen

[fleds]

" go,    go    ahead. "     warmth    saturates    her    tone    as    she    looks    over    her    sibling,    gaze    growing    fond,    tender    while    she    watches    her    bound    down    the    aisle    of    the    corner    store.    it    was    like    looking    in    a    mirror,    one    that    reflected    a    younger    self    in    it's    confines    as    eyes    study tiny    digits    scavenging    for    nourishment —- sweets    to    ease    the    hunger    pains.    they    can't    keep    going    like    this.    she    can't    keep    going    like    this.    but    that's    why    devon's    here    isn't    it?    nearly    in    the    dead    of    night,    when    cashier    is    far    too    engrossed    in    their    phone    to    provide    customer    service,    when    she    can    get    away    with    something    so    brazen.    eyes    flutter    around    the    shop    before    she    does    it,    hand    reaching    for    a    loaf    of    bread    and    stuffing    it    through    the    open    slit of    her    backpack,    container    of    peanut    butter    and    a    package    of    ramen    following.    it’s    sporadic,    the    things    she    grabs,    not    out    of    necessity    but    out    of    fear.    this    can’t    be    obvious.    not    when    the    heat    on    her    is    so    close    she    can    still    feel    it’s    glow.    eyes    take    another    look    around    the    shop,    cutting    from    front    to    back    and    just    when    she    thinks    she’s    gotten    away    with    it    she    sees    them,    out    of    the    corner    of    her    eye.     “ what    the    fuck    are    you    looking    at? ”

[rainyearning]

muse: Minki, gay cat shifter

"Don't look at me like this was my fault." The cat was busy checking his phone but he knew the other was staring at him. Glaring. "If you didn't out it there it wouldn't have been so easy to knock off and then it wouldn't be broken. See, it's all your fault, not mine." Because all Minki did was hunt disgusting little insect and when he knocked over the pretty little glass, was it really his fault since it was so easy to knock over? "It was ugly anyways."

[createdbymightyscissors]

based on this nsfw gif

open to: f/m/nb (21+)

muse: maxine. mid 30s

plot: maxine gets a new dildo - a bigger dildo than what she was used to. your muse walks in to maxine’s orgasm taking over.

after a bit of working, maxine finally sat completely down on the dildo, taking the entirety of the toy inside of her. it was bigger than what she was used to, so there was a sense of pride in fitting it completely inside of her. she let out a soft moan as she wiggled her hips slightly, the pleasure immediately coursing through her entire body. she begins a rhythmic thrust of her hips as moans escaped her lips. her breasts bounce ever so slightly as she put the pad of a finger against her clit, even more pleasure coursing through her body as her bundle of nerves got the attention it needed. she let herself work herself up as her pace continued to quicken, bringing her closer and closer to her climax. just as it overtook her, she heard footsteps in front of the door she had conveniently forgotten to close. “shit,” she said, her thighs shaking, her back arching, her breasts bouncing as her hips bucked with pleasure, her juices running along the large dildo. 

[fadinglights]

"wait...  how  did  that  happen?"  it's  safe  to  say  anthony  doesn't  know  how  to  react.  how  is  he  supposed  to,  when  he  accidentally  stumbles  upon  the  revelation  that  his  ex  —  a  person  he  may  or  may  not  still  harbour  feelings  for  —  is  sleeping  with  his  colleague  who’s  married  and  he  happens  to  be  friends  with  both  of  them?  he  shakes  his  head,  taking  another  sip  of  his  americano  to  try  and  process  this  unexpected  information  before  speaking  again.  "...why?"  there  are  so  many  other  people  she  could  have  gotten  involved  with  that  wouldn't  have  resulted  in  such  a  convoluted  and  precarious  situation  for  all  parties  involved. / @gcholdtrops

[everseens]

"what the hell--" jalen exclaimed suddenly as he stepped into his hotel suite, only to be bewildered by a random woman in his bed. "i'm sorry, but i think you have the wrong sui--" he paused for a moment, suddenly realizing that he might already know this person. "wait, have we met before? you look oddly familiar..." / @angelsdvsts

[get-em-boys]

🎲 " Make sure its tight! You know how slippery the youth are... " Kid abduction really ain't their business-- but this is a special occasion. Her posse, naturally, didn't get why the brains of the operation was so fast to snatch the boy up, but these maroons don't read the papers-- this kid's family is beyond loaded.

" Listen, kiddo... You're far from home. Nobody knows where we are, who we are-- but I'm gonna call your folks. " She leans down to where the kid is bound up, putting cigar smoke a bit too close, trying to sound patient. Even if she doesn't have a motherly bone in her body. " And if youse say what I tell youse to say... I promise ya baby, you'll be in a black van headed home by sunrise, 'kay? Lickety-split. "

@chivclry || lights... camera... action!

[dinotoro]

signing off...

okay this post was long due but i kept stalling it because i was hoping my feelings regarding this matter would change but it didn't. first of all, i would like to thank each and everyone of you who supported me in this journey. all the likes, reblogs and comments made me so so so happy. but at the back of the mind something else kept on working too...

if you are familiar with booktok, you must be aware of the whole hockey romance drama. it was a really famous one. incase you didn't know, here are some videos - link link. all of this made me question about if i should be writing fanfics in the first place.

let me make it clear though, i am not attacking my fellow fanfic writers. you all are some of the best people I have met, even better than some irl people. fanfic writing is therapeutic, it helps in practicing our writing skills - there are so many pros to it. however, i am losing my interest in it. the whole ethical pov of fanfiction is a bit of grey, but a little bit of daydream scenarios never hurt anybody. what i want to say is basically it's a me thing and why i am deciding to leave.

high school is almost ending and i will become busy with my academics. my craze about k-pop is slowly dying too. dw, i am not being entirely detached from the genre. it's just, studies are taking a toll and time and i don't contain the energy to write and fangirl properly.

i hope you don't hate me for what i said, and i am sorry if this offends anyone - I promise you I didn't mean it. your writings still bring me joy and some fanfics are better written than most of the published books out there. however, I just wanted to depart from this part. I guess my phase is slowly leaving as I am taking baby steps towards adulthood. I wish all of you a very happy future and thank you for loving this little blog and giving it so much love and support. I love you more than anything <3

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