#(open starters)

[forestofstarlight]

Open Starter: Surf and Turf (Female or Futa only)

“Order up! One catch of the day special! Fried cod with a side of potato wedges and a glass of sweet tea.” Coral says cheerfully as she places your muse’s order down on the table. She straightens up and wipes light sweat from her forehead.

“Man, today’s been busy. The local surfing competition has drawn in quite the crowd…” She says mostly to herself, frowning slightly in envy as she watches the surfers at the nearby beach riding the waves. She shakes her head before returning her attention to her customer and flashing them a bright smile.

“Anyway… anything else I can get for you?”

(Note: Coral is a futa in this rp.)

@a-fantastic-time, @lustful-muse-universe, @askkagethevizard-postlimitblog, @a-den-of-demons

[rhapsodc]

open starter! based on this gif (top version) open to: bottoms, males (cis/trans), nb plot: modern!verse. oberon wants to bond with his son, Alphin, so he takes him to a bath house downtown. Y/M is currently in the middle of the two of them, getting used on both ends, serving as a conduit for that bonding.<

"watch this."

Oberon's hands grabbed the man's waist, his fingers pressing against the muscle and the skin, leaving the surrounding part with a shy tone of red. He smirked at his son, standing in front of him, right on the other end of their guest. Letting his spit run from his lips down to the man's crack, he rubbed the head of his hard cock against the wet entrance before slowly entering. This was bonding. At least, a type of bonding. Oberon knew Alphin was drifting away and there weren't that many things in common between them anymore. Except for a taste of human men. Their hard muscles and tight holes. Oberon smiled at his boy, even if he didn't seen willing to smile back.

"for fuck's sake, dad."

Seeing his old man looking at him and smiling while fucking a man's ass made Alphin roll his eyes. He was about to move away, look for someone else in the bath house, some privacy, but the hungry whore between them seemed to have gained a new fire upon hearing Alphin call Oberon 'dad'. He felt those hungry lips around his girth and immediately he started growing hard on him again. "do you think i don't know how to fuck a human?" he grinded his teeth, holding back a moan, not wanting to give the pleasure of it neither to the man, nor to his dad.

[rowan-juniperwreath]

"Oh, please! What manner of well-behaved mare did you expect me to be? Yes, my bed has had visitors - surely so have yours?"

Flushed with anger and amusement in equal parts, partly lit by the dying embers of her bed chamber's hearth, Isobel sat before her vanity. Long locks spilled between her fingers as she withdrew every pin and needle that had held it in place - her grey, fierce eyes meeting the other's gaze through the looking glass.

Isobel and Y/M are in an arranged marriage, and Y/M has found out that Isobel has taken lovers outside of wedlock. Y/M comes into her bedchamber late at night, demanding answers, and is visibly upset. Fantasy or period verse. Open to mutuals and non-mutuals. 25+ players please.

[judas-of-eris]

𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱ MISSING PARTY ⋆。°⛧

Camp was… unusual. Violence flooded the grass, though agressive in its visage kindness seemed to seep into everything everyone did.

It was uncomfortable. Food was… fine. Scraping food into a fire to please a God above that wasn’t his God but hundreds or thousands of even stranger ones— Gods that should have claimed(?) him(?) as their son. But nothing happened.

Judas was shoved into the stowaway cabin along with all the other estranged children, surrounded by warmth and laughter.

He hated it.

Sitting outside as people ran back and forth in some mimicry of ‘capture the flag,’ but his mind could only focus on one thing.

It was his birthday ten days ago, and nobody cared.

// @fightingthetoxicallegations @another-argo

[dystincts]

⟡ 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 : anyone

𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : gunwook han, cis male, 35, bisexual

𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 : it’s been a while since the two of them last spoke. your muse thought he has moved on, and perhaps they had as well. but tonight, gunwook shows up on their doorstep with hope in his eyes and something reckless in his heart.

he hesitated just long enough to consider backing out entirely, still standing there on their porch like someone who wasn’t sure if he belonged. and maybe he didn’t… but when the door creaked open and he saw them again for the first time in months, all that hesitation tangled up in the dumb, nervous smile that tugged across his face. he looked a little like a kicked puppy, a little like someone who’d rehearsed three different versions of this in the mirror and still didn’t like how any of them ended. ❝ hey… ❞ he started, soft but not unsteady, brows lifting with that old familiar mix of sheepish charm and barely hidden hope, ❝ i know i’m the last person you wanna see right now, and statistically this whole thing was a terrible idea, but… ❞ he rubbed the back of his neck, chuckled a little too quickly, then let the truth slip through with a softness he didn’t try to mask. ❝ i missed you. ❞ he didn’t take a step forward, didn’t try to force anything. but the way he looked at them, eyes quietly searching, heart wide open, said he wouldn’t run if they didn’t ask him to.

[axiasprompts]

What Allegations Is My Muse Not Beating?

[ask-the-monster-nest-xxx]

Open starter

Olivine blushes as he lies on the table covered in whip cream and ice cream. He licks a strawberry and rubs a snowball against his exposed nipples. "Do I um look appetizing?"

[incalescentia]

open to: any muse: august foster. 29. pansexual. late night radio dj host. connection: your muse recently moved in with august — after both of your partners cheated on you two with each other.

August can’t lie — finding a positive in the midst of this situation has been difficult even for him, someone who is known to never take life seriously. Considering the future may not be his vibe, but he didn’t expect his (now ex) girlfriend Dana to go and fuck around with some uptight dude that doesn’t wear socks with loafers. So, he has a 401k and knows how to invest in a stock? Big whoop. Where’s the fun in stability? There’s no room for surprise. Dana may argue that August leaves little to the imagination in his own way too. That sleeping in until noon — due to his job, which Auggie has expressed a thousand times — and seeing how many cheetos he can catch in his mouth while watching another rerun of Friends isn’t worth the time and effort anymore. Either way, fuck her. She went about dumping him the wrong way, which wasn’t even an official breakup to begin with. August caught her with him in his building’s parking lot, making out in the car. It probably says more about him that his first instinct was to go upstairs and smoke a joint over confronting her. He did anyway, which led to Dana screaming at him for an hour while she packed about how Auggie ‘lacked direction’.  Moving on from this wouldn’t be all too bad if it weren’t for the constant reminder haunting his apartment. Was it stupid agreeing to let the dude’s ex move in here? Probably, but they were left out to dry in a similar fashion and didn’t have anywhere to go. Auggie had a spare room and needed someone to split rent with. It was reasonable. Only now he has to clean up the kitchen after himself and can’t walk around half-asleep in his briefs. He also has to deal with random crying at 3 am when he gets home, filtering in through the thin walls.

“Hey,” Auggie greets. It’s a Thursday around 8pm and he’s on his way out. The figure covered in a fluffy blanket on the couch stops him though. “You look… like a depressed wizard. Gandalf after a divorce, maybe.”