#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: f/m/nb 21+ ( not restricted to afab ! ) muse: adrian rossi ( a. butler ). switch. he/they. golden retriever bf streamer plot: based on this usfw video. adrian and y/m are spending quality time in the park. on a bench, picnic blanket, etc. unknown to others, adrian has instructed y/m to sit on his lap for less than wholesome reasons, their actions concealed by a skirt/blanket/etc. can be dubcon, just specify in tags ! connection: ( step ) sibling/cousin/nibling. girlfriend/boyfriend/partner. ( best ) friend. best friend's sibling / sibling's best friend. date. stranger. etc. possible bonus points if there's a reason they're avoiding penetration ( inc.est, fear of pregnancy, ta.boo relationship ) please read my rules before replying !

"that's it, baby." adrian's hand rested on their waist, words purred reassuringly into their ear. "you're doing such a good job, pet. can you feel how hard my co.ck is for you?" it twitched beneath them as if to emphasize his point, making him bite his lip. the subtle grind of their hips down into his lap has been gradual so far, as to not draw attention, but now he's craving a bit more. "a little faster, sweetheart. nice and steady. nobody's even looking."

[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."

[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  ...  ”

[hiddcnhorizcns]

open to: ladieeees connection: y/m & noah used to have a thing they both had difficulties letting go of, but it was for the better, given his involvement in the crime world. y/m is days away from getting married, unbestknown to noah, and he gets a call from y/m who is out for the bachelorette party and who is heavily intoxicated to meet outside the venue. this can go anywhere you wish

noah was never one to pick up calls from his past. in his world, revisiting old flames was a weakness, a crack in the armor that could get a man killed—or worse, exposed. yet, when her number blinked on his screen, he hesitated, a rare chink in his otherwise unbreakable resolve. he didn't like the way it twisted something in his chest, that brief second where he felt less like london's crime lord and more like the man he might’ve been if life had taken a different turn. he answered, and the voice on the other end wasn’t sharp or sober; it was intoxicated, sweetly slurred, dripping with a familiarity he’d tried to bury. she was calling from a night out, the revelry buzzing in the background, her laugh lighter than he remembered, free in a way that set him on edge. she wanted to meet outside the venue. she wanted to see him. his mind cycled through the consequences, every calculated risk, but reason dissolved under the weight of the past they shared. their connection had been the one thing that got under his skin, something he’d never been able to fully shake. there was a time he’d even thought she could have softened him, if only the game he played wasn’t already written in blood. that had been a different life, though, and he’d convinced himself that walking away was best for both of them. but she was pulling him back now, unknowingly reaching into the life he’d built on control and ruthlessness.

“blimey, didn’t expect you to ring up the devil himself on a night out,” he said, voice laced with that dry, british edge. “can’t find a proper bloke in there, or were you just in the mood for bad decisions?”

[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.

[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"

[a2zsportsnews]

Paris Olympics 2024: Spain opens women’s hoops beating China 90-89 in OT, Serbia holds off Puerto Rico

Maria Araujo hit a 3-pointer with 3:06 left in overtime as Spain finished off a rally and beat China 90-89 on Sunday to open women’s basketball group play at the Paris Olympics with a flourish. Queralt Casas tossed the ball into the air as the buzzer sounded after Li Yueru scored inside with 4 seconds left for the final margin, then the Spaniards came together for a giant hug jumping up and down…

[sweetheartofmine]

open to: m/f/nb 21+ muse: her royal highness, queen morganna. 28. trans fem. sydney sweeney. mistress / mommy domme (idc if it's historically accurate) plot: y/m has been taken captive and is now being forced to serve as the queen'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 noncon/dubcon, heavy petplay and mistress/slave, mommy 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 morganna would desire

"where is my pet?" the queen's words are accompanied by the arch of one perfect brow. the girl at her feet, resting her head on the queen's knees, makes a small, confused sound. morganna reassures her with one hand petting that pretty, dumb head. "not you, sweet dove." her gaze moves to a nearby servant, expectant look on her face. "my new pet. i trust they have been bathed and groomed to my liking?" her washerwoman, pretty girls deemed too dumb, infertile, or low-bred for marriage, bathed each of her 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 queen,' 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 mistress, however the girl is not given a choice as a leash is clipped to her collar and the servant pulls her away. morganna rises, the slit in the skirt of her dress revealing a mile of golden skin when she moves. as she towers above her newly styled pet, the queen's critical blue eyes take in every inch of their bare skin. "sit will suffice to bring you to your knees next time." she circles their kneeling form slowly, taking in their body, perfumed and oiled; their hair, trimmed and styled to her 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." morganna isn't quite through with her inspection yet, but she supposes she owes them at least the kindness of explaining their situation. "now, do you know why i have taken you?" she 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 mistress. 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."

[lilacxrosesx]

i am having a crappy day and would love to do some writing!

would anyone be down for something on discord or even back and forths on the dash but i will be mobile?

just please ignore my muse page and my rules because they are very old. any questions let me know.

i am down for angsty or smutty things, or even both. i also play males and females.

smack the lil heart for a starter!

[ohnoidontexist]