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Open Starter (Bastion Evans)
Open to: Vers/Bottoms - Men
Plot: After visiting his son (at college), Bastion has the evening/night to himself and finds a distraction.
The day had been good. Touring the campus with Eddie, seeing his dorm room, but now he was back on his own. While he loved his son, he didn't mind the other having other plans with friends. The area was nice enough and Bastion had found himself in a bar, chatting with locals and college students. He was friendly enough but when he spotted someone getting too rough, he found himself acting as a bouncer before the "problem" was removed. Turning to the other, he genuinely asked, "How are you holding up?"
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“Oh you… you won,” Mickey said clearly shocked, he had been confident in his ability to win. If he hadn’t he never would have made the bet of ��loser is winners bitch for the day’ who knew what the other man would come up with for that. “You know I was joking right? About the bet. I wouldn’t have made you follow through.”
Possible Connections: Frat Brother, Roommate, Best Friend, Step Brother/Brother, Ect
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Nobody ever wants to do kinky lesbian roleplay anymore ughhhh what has this world come too?💔💔🙄🙄🙄
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open starter! alone at night. muse: victor gallagher. plot: victor has an interest on your muse (could be simply sexual and one-night stand or an obsession or even a criminal reason). he found a way to "meet" your muse and catch him. possible k*nks: breeding, ties and ropes, bondage, k*dnapping, forbidden love, st*lking, body worship (armpit, feet, etc.)
"You dropped this." Victor made a movement with his fingers, showing a phone he was holding - a phone he had just pulled out of the man's pocket as they rode the last train of the day and left on the same station. "You know, these is a dangerous place. I heard they even have wolves running around. You shouldn't be walking home alone. I sure as hell don't want to do it myself." He handled the man the phone with a smile. "Would you mind if I walk with you for a bit?" His voice was soft and friendly. In all ways, he was just a nice guy. Except he was the reason that area was known to be dangerous. Him and his wolves. But the guy had nothing to worry about. His scent was too delicious for any evil to befall upon him. "My name is Victor." He offered the stranger a hand.
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Open to Tops
Coming home to find one of Benji’s friends settled in their living room had not been what Joseph had been expecting. Especially because his son had failed to warn him they’d be having company, and especially especially because he knew his son would be late coming home from his internship that night.
“Benji didn’t tell me you would be here,” he said in lieu of greeting as he hung up his jacket. “He’s not going to be home until late either. But you’re welcome to continue making yourself at home.” He never minded when Benji’s friends were at their house. He just…usually preferred his son give him a little forewarning.
“Are you staying the night, or just waiting for Benji to get home?”
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HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
looking for: males, verse/bottom
summary: your muse is tied up under my muse's christmas tree, whether by choice or not. The reason and dynamic with my muse? Completely up to you!
muse choice: either alistair, ethan, owen or tony.
The sight was most definitely an unusual one for most people on Christmas Day. Because among the many presents under the rather grant tree, was one unlike any other. A figure stripped of most of their clothing, save for a pair of red shorts and a santa hat securely placed on their head. The rest of their body, from his chest to his legs, was bound in red rope that looked rather festive. Along with a ball gag and sleep mask of the same colour - quite the display indeed under the tree.
Footsteps would slowly echo throughout the room as another man walked in, stopping right in front of their special present. Slowly reaching down to pull the card free attached to the rope and have a read over, seeing what it said and perhaps who from.
"Well, well. Isn't this quite the surprise."
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Open Rp
Muse : Barnaby Hanson
Plot: Barnaby is an omega very close to his heat but has chosen to ignore his needs and go to work instead.
Connection: Can be anything. But Barnaby is gay so only male for NSFW
Barnaby loved his shop more than anything. His little bookshop was his pride and joy, being away from it for any period of time was something he couldn't bear. He knew he shouldn't have gone in. In his heart, he knew how close he was and how risky it was. But he still went in.
Barnaby was stood behind the counter, trying desparetly to ignore the looming feeling he had. His scent was practically filling the shop. But the longer he stood there, the more agitated he was becoming. He needed something to distract himself so he grabbed some of the new books and tried to focus on scanning them into the system when he heard the tinkling of the bell as someone came in. "Can...i help?" He said softly. But then their scent was just making his approaching heat feel worse. "I apologise though if I'm a little out of sorts." He added on when he realised he was just staring at them for a while.
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( .: open to bottoms! :. )
The relative comfort of his room and the fact that he was being left alone were enough for Lachlan to not feel the need to go out of his way to try and get to know the rest of the people he shared a dorm with. He wasn't one for making new friends, despite knowing how much he needed some. Still, his old habits were hard to kill and instead of even entertaining the thought of going out to meet his new college neighbors, he kept himself hidden away in his room. With a book as his sole companion.
But, quickly, the sound of the door opening caught his attention, as did the silhouette that came into view. He was quick to roll his eyes and say, "Wrong room, dude" before noticing the bags the other was carrying. "Or not... Guess I won't have the room just to myself after all." He wasn't particularly happy about having to share a room with a stranger, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Neither was he about to make a scene. Instead, just focusing back on his book, trying to ignore the intrusion. Not the warmest of welcomes, for sure.
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Open Starter (Metzli Hidalgo)
Open to: Tops - Men
Plot: A Teacher Retreat, sharing a room
So, to be completely honest, this "work retreat" was fucking boring. The only good thing about it was that the hotel they were staying in was nice, complete with a bar. Not to mention that due to some error, Metz and his roommate had gotten upgraded to a room with a jacuzzi in it. It was after-hours and after a few drinks with his fellow educators, he leaned over to his roommate and whispered, "I don't know about you but I'm dying to get a nice soak in that jacuzzi." He excused himself, excited to be able to relax for a bit.
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muse: dmitri [ champion mma fighter ] open to: m only / muses of color to the front! plot: just holiday shenanigans, chilling by the cozy fireplace. maybe some cuddling goes down, maybe more. can be friends to lovers, or exes trying to be 'friends', eheh~.
It was the perfect way to unwind after five punishing rounds, another grueling night spent proving why he was still the undisputed UFC Champion in his weight division. The ache in his muscles was a dull hum, his lean physique a tapestry of black bruises and exhaustion as he let himself collapse into the pool of furs sprawled across the cabin floor. The furs embraced him like a lover, warm and soft against his sore skin, inviting him to sink deeper, to surrender to the primal comfort they offered.
Across from him, his friend lay stretched out in similar manner, their presence a quiet balm in the heavy solitude of his cabin. Dmitri didn’t mind sharing his space with those who mattered most. Sometimes, it was nice to have another heartbeat in the room, someone to anchor him while the adrenaline slowly drained from his veins.
The air smelled faintly of hot chocolate, rich and indulgent, mingling with the smoky crackle of the fireplace. Flickering flames cast golden shadows that danced across the warm, dimly-lit room. For a moment, Dmitri merely lingered there, soaking it all in... the heat, the sound, the simple fact that he didn’t have to move.
But the stillness brought an ache of another kind, a craving that stirred deep and unwelcome. Maybe it was the painkillers loosening the sharp edges of his mind, or maybe it was the weariness of holding himself together for so long, but his body yearned for something softer than victory, something gentler than the roar of the crowd. He caught himself wanting to reach out, to brush his fingers against a shoulder, a hand----- anything to feel the kind of touch that didn’t demand or bruise.
Instead, he swallowed the urge and cracked an eye open, glancing lazily at his companion. His voice, low and rough from exhaustion, cut through the comfortable silence.
“Hey… you never told me what you wanted for Christmas.”
The words were casual, teasing, but his gaze lingered a fraction too long, tracing the lines of their relaxed posture. He already had a gift in mind, of course (he’d thought about it more than he should have) but the question wasn’t entirely innocent. He wanted to draw them out, to learn if they had been thinking of him, too. The thought settled in his chest, restless and dangerous, as he waited for their answer.
"If you say a fucking boyfriend, I'm done with you."
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His boss was hot. Like really hot. He knew he shouldn't think that about the man, he was his personal assistant and it was unprofessional. And even if it wasn't it's not like he had a shot with a hot older successful man. He was just a nervous virgin college student. Hardly a catch.
It still didn't stop Everett from... fantasizing sometimes. When it was just him and his boss alone in his office the other giving him instructions for his tasks for the day. And maybe he was letting his brain get a little too caught up in a scenario where he was bent over the older mans desk because the other man was looking at him expectantly and... Everett had zero clue what was happening. "Oh I uh sorry Sir I um... I spaced out a bit."
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Open to M/F/NB Plot: Arun and Y/M slept together for the first time then he woke up in the middle of the night from a premonition of your muse’s death. Your muse can know he’s a werewolf and psychic or not.
It happened…every time he slept with someone for the first time. And sometimes when it wasn’t their first time together. But always the first time. Knowing they were coming didn’t make his premonitions any easier. They’d had a lovely night together. A nice dinner date, then they came back to his for a movie, one thing had led to another and they’d wound up in his bed. Oh and the other was stunning. He’d been smitten before, but having them in his bed…he was going to crave them now, he was sure. But as they’d settled in to each other’s arms for the night, that wave of dread washed through him, making his hair stand on end and his heart rate spike. It was always the symptom before the inevitable premonition. Watching the person he adored dying was never easy. Sometimes it was a mugging or a car accident. Sometimes he didn’t see specifics. Tonight it was blood and screaming and crying and flashes of slash wounds. All the culminated in him bolting upright with a start, a cold sweat on his skin and a hand immediately reaching out for his partner to assure himself they were okay right now.
“I- Sorry. Just a- just a bad dream. I’m all right,” he murmured.
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Caracalla's Nightmare. Gladiator II Open RP.
Open to: All males, would love an Emperor Geta as well
Plot: Caracalla, the smaller twin Emperor of Rome, is hidden under a table and trembling after a fight with his brother Geta. An angry mob has formed outside to kill the Emperors and Caracalla is also suffering from a disease that is affecting his brain, unknown to the palace physicians, that keeps worsening and he has grown increasingly anxious and paranoid. You heard him call for help.
Caracalla did not know who to trust anymore... his twin brother had thrown a cup of wine at his little pet monkey, Dondus, and there was an angry mob shouting outside the palace.
He felt alone. Entirely alone. He felt disorientated and his sick brain would, at times, not allow him to recognise his own chambers anymore. He resorted to hiding under one of the many marble tables that decorated the palace.
An Emperor of Rome did not cry.... but he was just so afraid. Why would no one help him?
He called out in a small voice, thinking no one would even hear him here. The mob outside was shouting loudly and Emperor Geta and their advisor Macrinus were in one of the many other large rooms of the palace. They would not help him. His brother hated him and he hated his monkey,
"Help me... p-please."
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open: anyone! about: chaol ford is a monster hunter looking for an ancient tome that will raise his dead wife and son from the afterlife. your muse can be a towns person, another hunter, a noble, etc.
"An empty tomb. Hungry undead. No treasure." Chaol huffed, his blade still wet with the gore of the corpses and ghouls that had haunted the place. He'd been so sure that time. So sure that the Tome had been there. Everything he had heard pointed here. His voice echoed off the stone. His ears twitched at the sound of an approaching stranger. His hand gripped his sword a little tighter. No doubt the battles had made enough noise, enough to alert anyone passing by in the town above. "You'd better be here to give me my reward for clearing this place out." He'd taken the job under that guise, but even in victory, disappointment tinged his voice.
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Open to Tops Potential Relations: Crush, Friend, Bestie's(Serena) Friend/Brother/Relative, Brother's Friend, Just Met (No incest, otherwise, go nuts)
"I- what?" James glanced up, spying the mistletoe dangling above them, and immediately he turned a bit sheepish and pink. Serena convincing him to come to this Christmas party had already been a lot with so many people he only sort of knew or didn't know at all. Add this?
"You, uh... Obviously you don't have to kiss me," he said, managing a somewhat strained, awkward laugh. The last thing he wanted was for the other to feel obligated for something as silly as mistletoe.
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