#creighton.

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OPEN  TO:  everyone (m preferred)

MUSE: Creighton Howard / 23 / law student

INSPO: here

»Can you stop flirting with my cat?«  Creighton crossed his arms over his tattooed, naked chest while making an unhappy face. He watched his white-orange cat Fanta giving Creighton’s f-buddy a headbutt against the shin. Fanta never liked other people. Cheeto, his second cat, a tabby European shorthair, and Pudding, his blue British shorthair third cat were a little nicer overall but Fanta? That mofo was annoyed and grumpy twenty-four-seven. As Creighton observed the scenery, he leaned against the doorframe.  »Look, I prefer for our situationship to remain sexual. So stop flirting with my cat.«  Creighton didn’t want to catch feelings or anything. His mind was too twisted after all. Vanilla relationships bored him, vanilla people bored him. He needed spice, he needed someone who’d take action, who’d put the effort into this, but he doubted that his situationship could do that.

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continued ( @problematiqce )

“Thank you! Finally, someone who sees what I mean. Yeah, he definitely is obsessed. But I think it’s not because of my good looks, even though I couldn’t blame him, but I think he and my Dad had beef in the past.” Creighton rolled his eyes, rolled to the side, and rested his head against Jihyuk’s shoulder. Green eyes watched the other taking his phone. A soft smile stretched on his lips. “Fine, awesome. But for our second dinner date, it’s on me.” Creighton moved his leg just enough that he could wrap it around Jihyuk. “Hmm, let me think I’m not picky with food. Well, I’m not a fan of seafood. I recently developed an obsession with Indian food.  What is your favorite food, though?”

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continued  ✱ ( @lonelyheartedheathens )

To this day, Creighton wasn’t even sure why he left his number. Usually, he’d just leave without any trace. Was it his ego that made him do that? Creigh talked to his friend Liam about it the other day, but even Liam couldn’t quite give him an explanation. Inked fingers held tight to the coffee mug for some warmth while green eyes focused on the person in front of him.

“Actually,” Creighton stopped, clicked his tongue, and furrowed his brows again. “Actually, you have a point. And frankly, I have no clue why I left my number; usually, I don’t do that. So—” Curiosity started to become audible in his voice. “You want to keep it physical? No obsession for me? No secret crush developed? Wow.”

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CLOSED STARTER ✱  ( @cnlyfans / @glcssed ) for any muse of your choice from Creighton

“You are obsessed with me, I can see it in your eyes.” Creighton circled them like a predator would circle his prey. Usually, he’d only do that on hunts, but right now he wasn’t wearing his mask, only his facade of a well-behaved young man from a wealthy family. “But let me guess, you’ll deny it because you think you are special enough to be chased after. Am I correct?”

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continued ✱ ( @ragtagrunaways )

Creighton remained in the same spot, even when JJ came a few steps closer. The young man didn’t blink an eye; instead, he was much more intrigued than anything. Slowly, Creighton tilted his head to the side. “I wouldn’t have to go for other people’s attention if you’d give me enough of your attention,” Creighton said boldly before he took a step closer to JJ. After all, the young man wasn’t blessed with much patience; therefore, it isn’t surprising that Creighton made sure to close the distance between them rather quickly. “So?” he started again. “What holds you back from paying attention to me?”