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@trackmind
* 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 ୨ৎ
independent and selective 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 rp blog ♡ penned by 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪, she/her, twenty six, gmt. only interact if 21+. dni extreme taboo/kink.
standard guidelines apply. i'm selective and a SLOW horse. medium/low activity. here for a good time not a long time, usually. beware of mature or triggering themes. i'm also on discord !
MUSES. GUIDELINES/BANNED. WISHLIST. SHIPS. OPPOSITES.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ @femaleraqe !
steam follows him out of the bathroom, wet hair brushed back with fingers as t-shirt hang loosely on left hand, grey sweatpants the only thing cladding his frame. “ gosh, i really needed that. ” huffs dramatically, a smile spreading across features. “ are you ready to have your world rocked ? ” playful, saunters into the kitchen then, dropping t-shirt on the back of a stool before he starts opening cabinets and drawers, like he owns the place. “ my mouth-watering carbonara is a certified hit. ”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ @khaleesiie !
“ i think, i — ” mouth shuts immediately, impeding her confession. “ it’s nothing. forget i said anything, ” cheeks burn bright red, chest afflicted by tension. a groan surges, frame shaking dramatically before she speaks again. “ fuck it — yeah. i think i like you ... a little bit. ”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ @khaleesiie !
“ i'm fine, ” but a hiss comes past brims as felix sits on the couch, hand instinctively landing by his left flank, over bruised ribs. “ that cat on the tree put up a real fight. ” jests, as though lungs aren't filled with smoke.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ @aftrbdy !
“ i'm getting a little tired of this cat 'nd mouse game. ” groans under breath, invading her personal space. “ how long are you going to pretend you don’t want me back ? ”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ @aftrbdy !
“ i don't care about your bullshit excuses, ” claims while rummaging through hangers and a pile of clothes overflowing from a corner chair. “ you're going out with me. ”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ @matchesburnt !
“ you didn’t honestly think someone like me would be interested in someone like you … did you ? ” questions, tone abrasive, breath reeking of bourbon. “ it was just a kiss. ”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ @matchesburnt !
“ i don’t need you to say anything back, ” falls quietly from brims, gaze averting theirs. “ i just … needed you to know. ”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ @craviiiings !
“ what are you doing here ? ” digits grasp forearm gently, pulling her aside. “ do you think i have a death wish ? your brother would kill me if he knew you were here. ”
scxdriive:
um, give me a plot where she used to be this sexy, wild girl and had a bad boy boyfriend to match but when he turned eighteen he was caught for some crime and sent to prison for a couple years. he came out fully expecting for her to be waiting for him but when he finds her she’s this prim and proper girl who is dating some pretentious ivy league dick. she pretends to be happy with her vanilla, boring relationship, but soon he wraps her up in his world again.
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#secret relationship trope hitting it every time
OFF CAMPUS 01.06 'The Breakaway'
MICHELLE RANDOLPH via Instagram
should i have replies running on a queue ? would that make everyone more comfy that i didn't disappear ? bc there's always a couple days per week that i won't be around :/ or are we okay with me being a lil slow and sparse ?
❝ 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 / 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬.
where one or both muses are in need of help and / or comfort that could simply be fluffy or romantic – or lead to intimacy and / or sex. ( titled for easy reference. )
break-in. my violent ex just tried to break into my apartment and you’re the police officer sent to investigate and wow , you’re so kind and understanding and protective and it’s been so long since i’ve felt safe around someone and i don’t want you to leave , can you please stay ??
getaway. i’m the city slicker who stupidly took the wrong turn and crashed their car on the way to a small town airbnb cabin getaway , and you’re the local town doctor / nurse sent out to bandage me up and damn , you’re cute as hell and i keep making up excuses to prevent you from leaving just yet.
loss. i am a recent widow / widower who is struggling to come to terms with everything , and you’re the neighbour i never bothered to get to know who lives down the street who went through the same thing several years ago , and you knock at my door to offer your condolences and help in packing up my partner’s things to donate to charity because they know that’s the hardest part.
injury. i’m a retired professional athlete who was mildly famous back in the day who had to leave the game due to injury and now i coach little league / children’s spor. you’re the new parent who rushes over to me when i hurt myself and– wait a minute ?? how did you know i had a bad knee ?? turns out you were a fan back in the day and you have no ring on your finger and your hand supporting my knee feels really good ?? and yeah , maybe i *do* need an x-ray… you could drive me to the hospital ??
disaster. we met several years ago when both our partners / family members were killed in a natural disaster / freak accident and even though at the time we had a connection we weren’t in the right place to explore it. now at the one year anniversary memorial event , we meet again we’re both still alone without partners but the connection is still there and i think now it feels like the right time to go get a coffee.
strangers. i’m the workaholic who always has to order takeout when i get home because it’s too late to cook and you’re the delivery driver who always gets assigned to me who knows me better than my colleagues do and we normally chat about how our day has been but tonight you’re not your usual self and you let slip your fiance just broke off your engagement and i end up inviting you in to talk about it / share the food.
teacher. it’s parent-teacher night and the two of us get to chatting at the coffee machine and we both let slip we’re recently divorced and suddenly i realise you’re the teacher my kid keeps gushing about and now we’re talking about ‘extra support’ for my kid that he doesn’t even need just so we have an excuse to keep chatting.
city mouse. i’m the city-lover who couldn’t wait to leave their small town after graduation who is now reluctantly back in town for a family event when my rental breaks down in the middle of the road , and you’re the stupidity attractive jock from my class who i used to fantasize about who offers to help me push my car to their mechanic shop.
vd. it’s valentine’s day night and we’re both clearly single and waiting in line to order takeout at the local chinese restaurant by ourselves where it feels like we’re the only two single people in the city , and we get to chatting and laughing about our bad luck in love / our many failed relationships when the host / hostess mistakes us for a couple , and now suddenly we’re pretending we’re on a date so we can get the free valentine’s day dessert special ??
revenge. i’m feeling bitter and vindictive about my cheating partner and i’m looking for revenge , and you’re the new , young , attractive junior executive who is clearly attracted to me because of my power and seniority , and suddenly i’m asking you to stay back late for your ‘ help on a project ’ that doesn’t even exist.
bonus !!
suburbia. my dog keeps getting out and breaking into your yard and somehow formed a strong attachment to your– wait a minute , did you say ‘ nephew / niece ’ ?? so you’re not the married / family-obsessed neighbour i thought you were , but actually single and childless ?? suddenly i’m not mad at my dog anymore and inviting myself in for a coffee because i’m shamelessly single and Horny in Suburbia™
"I could fix him" well I could be the one person he's nice to and soft with, while he remains just as unbelievably awful as ever to everyone else <3
television crackled overhead with frantic news alerts, as uniformed officers filtered through the space. Warren sat at the bar, attention fixed intently on what had begun to unfold behind him, through mirrored reflection behind liquor shelves. “¿qué pasa?” he asked the bartender, between sips of whiskey. through broken english, he responded, “someone shot the deputy minister of defense... police think whoever did may still be in city.” eyes flicked toward the front entrance, as he spoke, where uniformed men had begun to swarm a woman. “they’re questioning all tourists traveling alone.” Warren’s eyes followed, instantly finding her own, just as another set of officers began to approach him. understanding passed between them in a matter of seconds. “baby, where the hell have you been?” he called, loud enough to get the authorities’ attention. as soon as he were close enough, hands reached for her waist, pulling her close, close enough to make his performance impossible to question. “don’t fuckin’ scare me like that, I’ve been looking all over this goddamn hotel for you.”
closed starter ⁀જ➣ @trackmind.
havoc spread quicker than anticipated as the streets flooded with military and police in full uniform, prepared to retaliate and find the culprit of the political assassination at whatever cost. locals fled inside their shops or homes, tourists to their accommodations, leaving behind minor belongings and street stalls, in search of safety. the chaos was warranted, after all, the deputy minister of defense had been shot dead, two precise bullets to the head and heart ... a detail not yet disclosed to the public or the media, but a clear visual in dakota's mind. “ pero esto es absurdo, no tiene sentido, ” protests to the officers escorting her to the hotel, realizing they were cornering solo travelers. shit.
stumbles inside the lobby, making a big scene, hoping the practiced terror on features would persuade them to let her go. but then, as she was theorizing an escape plan, a solution presents itself in the form of a handsome stranger, their eyes speaking the same language. “ oh honey, thank god you're here, ” relief fills her tone, body easing into his firm hold as arms raise to lace around broad shoulders. “ i was just window shopping when these brutes grabbed me and started asking me strange questions. it was so scary, baby. ” hues divert briefly to the men watching them like hawks, before head buried in his chest. “ let's go to our room. ”
LOVE STORY Season 1, Episode 4: I Love You
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