#Opens

[parainvestigate]

open rp.

Hellboy had been abnormally grouchy for the past fifteen minutes. Glaring daggers at his phone. Thumb clicking carefully to avoid the crack in his screen.

“How the hell does Mothman beat me out in this top five list?? He ain't even real! Bogus . . . damn monster fuckers.”

[wiirocku]

Revelation 3:20 (NIV) - Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with Me.

[sweetheartofmine]

open to: m/f/nb 21+. muse: his royal highness, king alarion. 35-40. richard madden. master / daddy dom (idc if it's historically accurate). plot: y/m has been taken captive and is now being forced to serve as the king's pet. i ask that you bring me your feisty, fiery muses with no intention of submitting. those who will fight for their freedom at every opportunity. take your meek, submissive muses to another thread. potential kinks include n*ncon/d*bcon, heavy petplay and master/slave, daddy kink, 24/7 collar/leash usage, se.xual torture (with positive or negative connotations), impact play, degradation & humiliation, and any other found here (feel free to ask about others not listed). connection: king/queen or prince/ss of rival kingdom. knight. lord/lady. anyone very pretty that alarion would desire. note: this is the male version of this starter.

"where is my pet?" the king’s words are accompanied by the arch of one perfect brow. the girl at his feet, resting her head on the king’s knees, makes a small, confused sound. alarion reassures her with one hand petting that pretty, dumb head. "not you, sweet dove." his gaze moves to a nearby servant, expectant look on his face. "my new pet. i trust they have been bathed and groomed to my liking?" his washerwoman, pretty girls deemed too dumb, infertile, or low-bred for marriage, bathed each of his pets daily. 'yes, your grace.' nodding over his shoulder, the servant urges another to bring them in. the second servant leads the captive into the throne room, at the end of a leash of golden chain. in front of the dais, the chain is attached to a ring in the floor, anchoring them to the spot. 'kneel before your king,' the servant hisses, forcing the captive to their knees and tightening the chain so that they cannot rise. "that will be all. take this one with you. she has been a good dog and has earned her free-time." brainwashed eyes look reluctant to leave her master, however the girl is not given a choice as a leash is clipped to her collar and the servant pulls her away. alarion rises, and as he towers above his newly styled pet, the king's critical blue eyes take in every inch of their bare skin. "sit will suffice to bring you to your knees next time." he circles their kneeling form slowly, taking in their body, perfumed and oiled; their hair, trimmed and styled to his preference; the golden collar around their neck that tells everyone of their place in society. "you are a pretty one indeed. i do not believe i will regret claiming you for my own." alarion isn't quite through with his inspection yet, but he supposes he owes them at least the kindness of explaining their situation. "now, do you know why i have taken you?" he reaches their front once more. "i am sure you are aware of my habit of collecting pets. some call them slaves, however i assure you one must be human to be considered a slave. my pets are no such thing. the girl you saw moments ago is no more than a dog. a bi.tch that would live in a kennel in any other castle. a nameless animal without value or purpose in life other than companionship for its master. my other pets are the same. and, now, so are you." plush lips curve into a smile. "you should thank me. few are worthy of the role."

[starlightxwritesx]

open to: m/f muse: kassi st. clare

"you want me to do what? you know that kinda video will cost you more.."

[lilacxrosesx]

open to: f - please disregard my muse page and rules as they are both very old! any questions le me know. plot: my boy phoenix is your characters friend/fwb/frenemy and he's pointed out her boyfriend is a dick, and now he's done something to prove that. not to mention he has feelings for her but he won't openly admit it. "i don't know what you want me to say.." his expression was soft, and somehow he managed to keep his calm through the conversation. "i take no pride in being right, i never wanted you to get hurt by him."

[deliveringspookzandtreatz]

The teen kong is sleepin peacefully.

[hiddcnhorizcns]

open to: ladieeees connection: lucas teamed up with y/m, for a major heist. after they succeeded, she betrayed him and disappeared with the spoils, leaving lucas seeking answers. years later, they meet in italy while they are both living in the same hotel. m: lucas blackwood ; 30 yrs old ; thief ; bio

lucas never thought he’d see her again. the years had dulled his anger, but not enough to forget. he never forgets. not betrayals like that. after the heist, when he turned around and saw she was gone — the empty vault staring back at him like a hollow laugh — he realized he’d been played. and she didn’t just take the loot; she took everything. trust. loyalty. his faith in people. all of it shattered in one moment when she disappeared. so, imagine his surprise when he saw her, walking into the same hotel he was staying in, years later, like it was any ordinary day. italy was supposed to be his fresh start, away from the ghosts. but the past has a way of creeping back in when you least expect it. she hadn’t changed much. same sharp eyes that never missed a detail, the kind that cut you before you even realized you were bleeding. same confident stride. but she didn’t notice him—at least not yet. good. he had the upper hand this time. lucas watched her from the lobby, heart pounding like the moment right before you crack open a safe, the kind of thrill you can’t shake. he could feel the weight of years between them, the questions he never got to ask, and the answers he was still owed. he could walk away. should walk away. she probably still had that knife, the one she wasn’t afraid to plunge into his back. but no. not this time. this time, he’d get what he came for. answers.

the evening air was heavy with the scent of olive trees and sea salt as lucas followed her out into the courtyard. her laughter echoed through the stone archways as she spoke to someone — her new mark, no doubt. the sound grated on him, dredging up memories of their time together. they were a good team once. hell, they were unstoppable. until the day she decided that being unstoppable alone was better than sharing it with him. lucas waited until she was alone.

“didn’t think you’d ever show your face again.” his voice sounded calmer than he felt.

[lunarrainbowz]

Don't hide in doorways,

You may find the key that opens up your soul.

[downthecove]

open to: anyone plot connection: just your regular edward & jacob drama but this time they're willing to put their differences somewhat aside to get what they want. can be canon or oc muses: edward [ vampire ] + jacob [ shifter ]

"don't you ever get annoyed that he doesn't seem to bother putting on a shirt around you?" even though edward knew that jacob could hear him, he still bothered whispering into the other's ear. just another excuse to have them closer to him. "we can head out if you want, go to a place a little less distraction."

a smug smirk had formed on jacob's face, approaching the pair with his shirt tucked into his back pocket. "oh come on eddie, afraid of a little competition?" he gave the two their space, but only about a foot away. "i brought my bike if you want a ride." he wasn't going to make this easy, being the distraction and all.

[gcholdtrops]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄:  lee yongguk , 25, barista / majoring marine biology / zoology. 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎:   everyone’s welcome to reply, 20+.

       “  you  have  whipped  cream  on  your  top  lip.  here,  let  me  just  ...  ”

[lxtxrsgxtxrs]

Open to: M/Nb , 25+ , fandom or fandomless Muse: Finch, he/him, cismale, 40+, Abandoned as a child, closed off, librarian, Lee Dongwook FC Plot: Your muse uses the campus library as a study spot or lesson planning spot and Finch has had his eye on them for a while now, quietly interested.

"You know there are coffee shops to do this in, right?" Finch says as he settles across from them. "You don't have to do it in a place you have to refuse calls in case I shush you." He had seen them do so previously and felt a little bad for such strict library rules.

[taintedbloodlines]

"Just for once..." She began, a tinge of annoyance filtering through her voice even though she had tried to hold it back. "...I wish I could be dealing with an actual teenage girl problem..." School, friendship, boys, the kinds of things that she thought her teenage years would be filled with. "...and not a witch problem. Yet here I am." There was a heavy sigh and she looked back at her companion. "How can I help?" There was a genuine nature to her question because despite her complaints, she would help. That was what she did.

[sweetheartofmine]

open to: f / nb 21+. muse: lillian. realtor. grace van patten. plot: inspired by secret by peach prc. "you only wanna kiss me in your car, you only wanna love me in the dark." y/m is in the closet and cannot go public about their relationship with lillian. lilli is understanding, though she longs for more.

it sucked that she couldn't get her mind off it. lillian should be focused on the way they were bouncing on her lap, where she sat in the backseat. their hole was gripping her cock so tightly that her heart was racing, but that wasn't the only reason. hands set on the other's hips reassuringly. yes, she was close. but she could hardly think about her approaching orgasm when her thoughts kept swirling around her feelings. "you only want to kiss me in your car." of course, it wasn't fair of her to mention. she knew the way things were. but she could only hold it in for so long. "you only want to love me in the dark."

[starlightxwritesx]

muse: jane open to: m/f/nb plot: she's the fun bartender at your favorite bar.

"the creep that works the bar on sundays wants us to do see through shirt day...i mean it could tip well but i don't know if i actually want that to happen.."

[axxmused]

plot: small town scene, they're having an affair, blurred lines when it comes to their sexuality

open to males, bottoms (+30, the older the better)

"morning" mug in hand, he had to have coffee in his system before he had to deal with the usual walk of shame. it was a first given he usually slept like a log but not that day. but the morning breeze out in his porch made it worth it, that and getting to see the man's face upon getting caught. "you're leaving? not with my shirt on, you're not." another sip to his coffee and he placed it back over the table in front of him. "why don't you sit? i can get a mug for you. i figure talking like adults can't be too intimate when you had my c*ck way inside of you just last night"