#wyatt starter

[intoxfolklorex]

Open to muses 25+ (Read my rules and check his bio before replying please. do not like my starters.)

For the longest time Wyatt had convinced himself that falling in love was a bad idea. At least with someone who didn't know who he already was and what he was capable of. But of course when he had met them it had all been different and he had second guessed his whole life. Still they'd been together for months now and all they had seen was the media mogul-- until someone had figured out who they were and now he was thankful that they were alive but it was clear they were pissed at being almost killed. "So-- is there a question you want to start with?"

[xwildheart]

status: open to females! (mutals and non-mutuals) muse: Wyatt Morales: 35-45, heterosexual: Ranch owner, assume connections ! based off of this: “your muse is from the big city coming back to their small town for Christmas and my muse hates everything that you embody. *basically the plot of every hallmark Christmas movie ever*" @indiestarter​

Wyatt sat at the local bar, well, the only bar in town after a long days work at the ranch. Snow was in the in forecast over night, and he had to make sure things were protected. He was enjoying the peace, chatting with his fellow neighbors and friends, Christmas music humming in the back ground, when someone came in that he never thought he’d see again. He grew up with her, and remembered how desperately she wanted to get out f their quaint little town. He could never stand her attitude about it all. Living there was all he had ever wanted...and she despised it all. So what was she doing here now?  He kept his head down, hoping she wouldn’t recognize him.

[lovewithnolimits]

The delicious ache in Wyatt’s muscles had nothing to do with the jog he’d just taken along the warm, sandy beaches of the island as the sun was setting against the horizon.  It was due far more to the pleasurable time he’d spent earlier in the day with a young European socialite who had picked up an impressive array of English curse words before they finished.  Exercise afterwards was one of his many habits, and he enjoyed the kiss of the cooling air against his bare chest, arms, and legs, dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts and happily panting as he slowed to a walk as the hotel cabins loomed large again.  Grinning from ear to ear, he winked at a figure approaching from the other direction. “It’s a damn fine night to be outdoors.  I don’t feel quite like going back in yet.  Not when there’s so much out here to take the breath away.”

[softandwicked]

Test Muse: Wyatt Open To: Top / Verse Plot: Wyatt and your muse have wandered deep into the forest together. The sexual tension between them has been obvious and with no one else around, Wyatt finally decides to address it. Suggestions: Date, Older Man, Boyfriend, Cruiser, etc.

“I mean, it seems like there are two pretty easy options right now.”

Wyatt said it with his usual cheerful disposition, plucking a nearby wildflower and holding it out with a grin. “There’s nobody around, and we’ve both been dancing around this all day.” He shrugged lightly, as if the answer were obvious. “So either we finally do something about all this tension and fuck, or we head back and pretend none of it ever happened.”

His smile widened as he tucked the flower between his fingers. “Personally? I think one of those options sounds a lot more fun than the other.”

[unthinkablemuses-archived]

“Hey, you dropped your pocket.”

[the-devil-boy]

Desert Blues || Wyatt and OPEN

Today was not his day.  He couldn’t focus on work, it was suffocating him and he just wanted to get out of the house.  Not telling the guys where he was going to be he left without a word.  Getting tea at his favorite café he got his car and drove far away from everyone else.

Sitting on the sand there was nothing around him.  There was silence that he had craved and the dry air that calmed him.  Wyatt was still down but he was somewhat relaxed since no one else was there.  But he was wrong, hearing the sand move he turned his head asking, “Who’s there?”

[wyatt--mason]

Nothing like fresh, clean clothes after a long day at work...