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[prestwoods]

hi, i’m ali ♡ this is a 21+ space. minors dni. i ask that all muns and faceclaims interacting with this blog are 21+ as well. no definitive banned fcs outside of animated or truly problematic individuals. just use common sense and good judgment. hard no’s on dubcon/noncon or incest. mature themes will be present on this blog, including smut.

｡ ✿ ◌ ˚ spencer prestwood. 40s. protein powder brand owner. travis van winkle fc. built his empire off a successful fitness supplement line and hasn’t shut up about it since. owns multiple gyms, talks like a podcast douche, and genuinely believes he’s the smartest man in every room. divorced and bitter about it.

｡ ✿ ◌ ˚ mary prestwood. 40s. gallery curator. brooklyn decker fc. former swimsuit model turned housewife who lost her spark. reinvented herself post-divorce as a gallery curator/artist after so many years of putting her kids and husband first. on a journey of finding herself again.

｡ ✿ ◌ ˚ van prestwood. 30s. juggles jobs. travis fimmel fc. the family’s original fuck up. constantly in and out of trouble. deals and steals. super aggressive.

｡ ✿ ◌ ˚ archibald “archie” prestwood. 20s. writer. hugh laughton scott fc. self-proclaimed romantic. leans hard into being the “artistic one,” taking after mary with a more pretentious twist. poetry, photography, vinyl records, obscure films. lover boy in theory, always chasing connection, but often more in love with the idea of people than who they actually are. drinks matcha, reads in public on purpose, and insists he’s nothing like his father (he’s a lot like him).

｡ ✿ ◌ ˚ jackson “jax” prestwood. 20s. basketball player. george ferrier fc. golden boy athlete/frat fuckboy. the type to make you feel like the only one in the world and then forget your name the next day. thrives on attention, validation, and winning.

｡ ✿ ◌ ˚ aurora prestwood. 20s. stay at home daughter. grace van patten fc. lives fast, thinks later, and somehow always ends up in situations she can’t fully explain. party girl, social climber, professional bad decision maker.

｡ ✿ ◌ ˚ shauna prestwood. 20s. lifeguard. jessica belkin fc. a human mirrorball, reflects whoever she’s around. aspiring influencer. desperate to be liked. reinvents herself constantly, chasing validation in every form.

｡ ✿ ◌ ˚ holly prestwood. 20s. dancer. emily roman fc. threw herself into the arts (dance, music, acting) and actually stuck with it. now a company dancer, she’s the most put together of the bunch. wants to be a popstar deep down.

｡ ✿ ◌ ˚ mackenzie “kenzie” prestwood. 20s. entomologist. lilah pate fc. has always been more interested in bugs than people. socially awkward but brilliant. nerd. quietly judges everyone, but rarely says it out loud.

｡ ✿ ◌ ˚ bridget “birdie” prestwood. 20s. of model. bella podaras fc. determined to exist outside of the prestwood name, building a modeling career on her own terms and wants nothing to do with her family. wants to be famous for being famous. hates her family treating her like a child.

｡ ✿ ◌ ˚ blake prestwood. 20s. construction worker. alex pettyfer fc. the most grounded of the bunch. keeps his head down, works hard, and doesn’t ask for much. not big on talking or attention.

[darlinghearts]

Open to : M Connection : Your muse is either her ex boyfriend or someone she just used to hook up with in the past but never officially dated. Her sorority is the best house on campus, your muse could either be from the similarly ranked frat house or one of the worst for added angst. (Give me my greek cw show fantasy plot okay lol)

She had been MINDING her own business when all of a sudden her already CRACKED open window began to lift itself somewhere behind her. Head turned to see a FIGURE on the other side, but instead of acting shocked - she merely rolled her eyes as he somewhat STRUGGLED to get in. ❝Stella's room is two windows down, if you were looking for someone interested in you breaking an entering.❞ He had used to do this OFTEN, but it wasn't as amusing as it once was. ❝What 're you doing here?❞

[prestwoods]

jax swore climbing up twyla’s window used to be much easier than this. maybe it was the two beers he chugged beforehand messing with his coordination. “you’re not even going to help me?” he slurred, finally managing to roll on to her carpet way less smooth than he anticipated. “i know where stella’s room is.” he said flashing a smile, temporarily lost in thought as he reminisced hooking up with her sorority sister. he’d hooked up with several of them. “was bored at the house. figured i’d see what you were up to.” he climbed onto her bed making himself at home. “or what you wanna get up to.” he winked.

[noirflavoured]

open to : anyone ( age gap super welcome ).

'' i know your wife and she wouldn't mind. ''

[prestwoods]

“if you think she wouldn’t mind, then you clearly don’t know my wife as well as you think you do.” spencer lets out one of his signature chuckles. his wife mary was perceptive. that’s why he stopped hiding his infidelity a long time ago. “lucky for you don’t give a shit about what she minds.”

[neverhcme]

open: everyone (preferred late 30s/early 40yo) muse: shepherd dallarosa. truck driver, bi, forty-two. (henry cavill: oc) plot: y/m bullied shepherd when they were in highschool. commonly tellin' him that he wouldn't be nothing. now, at their highschool reuinion, y/m is doing a complete one-eighty.

the laugh that was threatening to bubble to the surface had finally beat shepherd's restraints. y/m had bullied shepherd all throughout his highschool years and now they were acting as though they were sorry? it was hilarious, truly. "you can't be serious. did you forget about all the shit you put me through? you can't be telling me that you did all of that because you had a crush on me. do i look stupid to you?"

[prestwoods]

“do you really want me to answer that?” spencer quips with a smirk. he had a knack for always thinking he was god's greatest gift to earth and that everyone should take his shit without question. “you’re welcome, by the way. because the shit i put you through helped you grow tough skin, didn’t it? we were kids, man. i don’t even remember half of our high school days. i just remember having to convince my girlfriend that i wasn’t into you when I was.”

[noshameherefolks]

i don’t work out for health.  i work out so when i’m riding my dom, i can suddenly pin his hands down and trap him, and watch the shift in his face when he decides he has to remind me who’s really in charge. 

[remembertheseplots]

we’re in the library and i’m packing up my things when a sex toy falls out of my backpack, and i’m pretty embarrassed when you ask if i know how to use it.

[deathsgrasp]

open to: m / w / nb muses.

muse: kaia, twenties, bisexual, college student .

plot: based on this.

taboo connections welcome. can also be written on discord.

getting home after their date, kaia hadn't expected to see so many of their friends waiting for them. or, so many of his friends. she'd expected an evening just the two of them. " why are your friends here? i thought it would be just us two. "

[prestwoods]

“don’t worry about it, baby. my boys just wanted to come over and chill,” he said with a toothy grin, almost on the verge of laughing at her being so out of the loop as he dapped them all up. of course, all of his friends knew what type of timing he was on. “i told them how slutty you get for me, and they wanted to see it in person. you gonna put on a show for my friends or make me out to be a liar?”

[spicyc4ndy]

open to: m ( 25+ ) based on: x ( catfishing ! could be her best friend, familial, tab.oo, anything where things are not as it seems )

emma was nervously watching the door every time the melodic chiming of the bell rang out in the small café. her … she supposed she could call him her boyfriend was late , and the pit in her stomach that had grown with each passing minute was now accompanied by an overwhelming sense of humiliation. everything had gone so well. they'd been chatting online for a couple of months , shared photos back and forth , and even sent a few risqué texts once emma got comfortable enough. so , why wasn't he showing up ? her coffee had gone cold and the white dress she'd put on earlier that day ( decided on by her boyfriend so he could easily spot her ) felt overly dressed up for someone sitting alone. she promised herself that if he hadn't shown up in five minutes she'd leave and join her friends at the party she'd ditched last minute. for this asshole.

[prestwoods]

van told himself he was just fucking around on these dating apps. talking to multiple girls, empty promises and sexting to kill time. he didn’t know how he and emma became a thing of sorts. she was nine years his junior, far smarter and beautiful than he deserved, but for some reason she hung onto the bullshit he said. it became almost a game for him. to see how far he could push her, how dirty he could make her talk, how much skin he could get her to send him. he never anticipated for them to actually meet, but what once was a game turned into infatuation for him. he wanted to meet her see how far she was willing to go in person or if she was all talk. he knew they agreed to meet at a certain time, but he always did things on his own timeline. things at the ‘office’ had gotten busier than he anticipated and, plus, he liked to test others’ patience, see how obedient they were. he walked into the coffee shop scanning his eyes for the white dress he’d picked out for her, another turn on of his, seeing how well she followed instructions. he spotted her pretty face, eyes already on him like she’d been nervously waiting. he sauntered toward her pulling out a chair and sitting backward, far too close to her for people that were just meeting in person for the first time. “you ordered without me?” he said, referring to the coffee she was nursing. “what happened to your manners?”

[vvitchmemes]

𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔶𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔞𝔴𝔰

by clicking HERE you will be redirected to #60 gifs of travis fimmel as mcqueen oodie in the baytown outlaws. i will update this hunt later! 

[lvstdcsires]

open to f/nb. inspired by.

being in the last round of a game, mark was completely focused on what was happening in front of him rather than caring about the person beside him. before getting comfortable and joining a lobby, he left her tied up and only checked on her in between rounds. instead, he brought all his attention to the computer and conversing with his buddies online. even after giving it their all, they still lost in the end. “fuck!” he shouted before raising a hand and slapping the girl's pussy, taking his frustration out on her. “we were so fucking close to winning!"

[prestwoods]

kenzie had always been labeled obedient, the quiet girl in class that teachers would pair the problematic students up with, so naturally, as a girlfriend, she took on a more submissive role, loving being mark’s good girl and abiding by his rules. she loved when he’d do things like this, tie her up and make her wait patiently while he did what he wanted. something about him ignoring her and only talking to her at intervals, about him being on the microphone playing with friends who had no idea that he had her like this, turned her on. her panties were completely soaked through, pussy dripping and aching for him to touch her how she liked it, for her to get her reward and be praised for being so patient. she knew him losing would result in frustration and part of her liked it when he got upset. she let out a loud cry as he slapped her where she wanted him most, the action both painful and pleasurable after hours of sitting and waiting. “please take it out on me.” she whimpered.

[chromescx]

pilar  is  a  good-two  shoes  student  who's  never  attending  any  parties,  and  always  wants  to  stay  home  and  study.  this  night,  she's  doing  exactly  that:  expecting  her  partner  to  come  home  and  hang  out  with  her.     open  to  any.  connection  ideas:  her  partner  (  probably  for  a  very  short  time,  likely  have  never  had  sex  )  ,  step  -  sibling  /  parent,  stalker,  best  friend,  anything  that  would  fit.

the  bed  dips  behind  her  and  pilar  can't  help  but  giggle.  she's  gripping  the  pencil  tighter  in  small  hand  as  it  scribbles,  kicking  her  feet  as  she  lays  on  her  stomach.  pilar  knows  she  should  probably  be  wearing  more  than  a  shirt  and  some  pajama  shorts,  but  when  she's  trying  to  relax,  it's  all  she  really  can  do.  “hi,”  she  greets,  still  not  turning  around  as  they  maneuver  next  to  her.  the  hands  on  her  are  warm,  goosebumps  lining  the  skin  they  touch.  “you  know  i'm  studying,  come  on.”

[prestwoods]

she’s  admittedly  a  little  cross-faded  after  a  night  out  dancing  on  tabletops.  all  it  took  was  a  little  weed  and  tequila  for  her  to  get  in  the  mood  and  all  she  wants  to  do  right  now  is  touch  her  roommate,  something  she’s  thought  about  more  times  than  she  cares  to  admit.  she  climbs  onto  the  bed,  hand  easily  finding  it's  way  on  to  pilar’s  thigh  to  test  the  waters,  rubbing  slow  circles  into  warm  skin.  “that’s  all  you  ever  do,”  distrait  air  in  her  tone,  far  too  focused  on  the  expanse  of  skin  showing.  “you  know  you  have  a  really  hot  fucking  body.  it’s  criminal  that  you  keep  it  locked  away  in  our  dorm  room  on  a  friday  night  instead  of  showing  it  off.”  

[lcvedecayed]

open to: males

based: linked in source

muse: celeste lanzo. 25-30. florist.

do not like my starters

celeste had no idea why she had agreed to one date, let alone two. maybe it was guilt or the fact that she had been single for so long. there was only one thing the blonde was sure of, was that it was awkward. she found herself again standing on her front porch, fiddling with the hem of her dress. neither of them had said a word since she had made some comment about the dessert they had gotten. she reached to fish out her keys," i guess this is where i say goodnight." her words trailed off and she wasn't too sure if she should break it to him gently. that was before she realized he was leaning in and she didn't pull back. she half expected a kiss on the cheek, instead he was actual kissing her. the kiss took her by surprise as she felt her body leaning into his. it held an intensity that she never thought he'd possess. her tongue tangled with his as she realized they were backing up towards her door. her body met it and she had no idea what had come over her," do-did you um, want to come in?"

[prestwoods]

blake was not a ladies’ man. of course, he wasn’t some incel who’d never felt the warmth of a woman before, but nine times out of ten it was them approaching him and not vice versa. he’d never really met someone who made him want to come out if his shy little shell and pursue them until he saw her. asking celeste out was a whole feat in itself. after months of watching her in the flower shop like a complete weirdo and pretending he was the slightest bit interested in plants, he mustered up the courage to ask her out albeit jumbled and shakily, he didn’t projectile vomit all over her, so a win was a win. the first date had been a shitshow. she was, of course, perfect, and he was, of course, the biggest blubbering idiot in the universe. it was like whatever he said was the wrong thing. he was so clumsy that he ended up spilling wine all over her. he doesn’t know how or why she agreed to go out with him again, but here they were nearing the end of round two of the awkwardest date known to mankind. the whole walk back to her place, he was having an internal battle over whether he should kiss her or not, going back and forth in his head until he just went for it. it wasn’t some soft, timid kiss. it was a kiss filled with pent-up emotions, months of wanting her being manifested into his tongue sliding against hers as he backed her into her front door, body pressed flush into hers as his hands traced her curves. he broke the kiss reluctantly, eyes still closed, lips inches away from hers, ready to dip back in. “yeah ... that would be. that would be really nice.”

[floweredsin]

muse : david hayes (he/him). film director.. 50s. top. fc: ethan hawke. open to : m / f / nb. plot : your muse wants a role or a job in one of his movies — it’s up to them to show david just what they’re willing to do to achieve it.

“i can’t just hire you like that — it wouldn’t be fair to everyone else.” he leans back, a hand running through his hair. “there are ways, of course, to put yourself in the lead for the job, but … it all depends how willing you are to work for it.”

[prestwoods]

her puzzled expression shifts into one of understanding, “oh ... that makes sense, i guess.” she’s used to getting what she wants with just the bat of lashes or that sweet smile, but the film industry is new territory for her. she's sure an experienced director like david hayes knows far more than she does about the inner workings of it. she listens to his words eagerly, maintaining eye contact and nodding along to show how hungry she is for this opportunity. ears perking up at the wager. “i’m willing to do whatever it takes.”