discord is also an option if there are things i don't feel like writing on tumblr/dealing with rpc politics. i typically only write smut with mutuals/homies.
i typically write queer muses of color and occasionally i'll throw a caucasian muse in there, depending on the family. i don't have too many limits and things besides 18+ at minimum and 21+ preferred. check under the read more for mostly complete character dump!
all of my babies are queer in regards to either gender identity & / or sexuality. most, if not all, are also kink friendly. bold names are the ones with a pretty complete backstory & headcanons, italicized are a step down with mostly a shaky backstory & any with an asterisk (* ) are a work in progress! oh and all with their fc crossed out are in main verse ships so not open to others.
adrian ward ( avan jogia fc ) - 32 yrs old, veterinary technical assistant
artie orson ( harry styles fc ) - 30 yrs old, nature photographer
athena grant ( ryan destiny fc ) - 27 yrs old, big game veterinarianÂ
artemis grant ( ryan destiny fc ) - 27 yrs old, federal wildlife officer
arya zamora * ( indya moore fc ) - 29 yrs old, sugar baby & makeup artist
antonio ward ( tyler blackburn fc ) - 32 yrs old, digital nomad
atlas blackwood ( booboo stewart fc ) - 28 yrs old, musician & designer
axel lewis ( avan jogia fc ) - 29 yrs old, musician
barron charles ( diggy simmons fc ) -Â 26 yrs old, drug kingpin
cooper shredder ( cody christian fc ) 29 yrs old, stunt driver & nature guide
damien dubois ( kit harington fc ) - 35 yrs old, french royal
desta mercer * ( candice patton fc ) - 31 yr old daycare owner
for @wcterboi / barron, roger and baby trying to decide what to do about the dionne situation
" what do you mean you took some girl because she saw you ?! " he was pacing back and forth shooting glares between barron and his brother as if to say, are you hearing this shit. " what the hell are we supposta do with her ? just keep her here, play black butler to this random girl who, by the way, told me i look like a villain in a disney movie. " pointing a finger at roger, " you said this jacket looked good on me. "
" i mean exactly what i said, nigga. " barron replied with a roll of his eyes, shrugging as if spontaneous abduction was a totally normal thing that people do. his mind kept looking back to dionne and a slight smile unfurled onto his plush lips. " you're gonna make sure she's comfortable, " snorting easily at his complaints, " oh, she's a therapist so i'm sure she's just picking at you ... dr evil. " patting baby on the shoulder, barron paused ominously before continuing. " i've got no idea what i'm gonna do with her just yet but ... there's still time for that. "
roger couldn't contain his words while his boss and brother argued. granted, barron was more like an ... odd younger brother with murderous tendencies. " i already told him that he can't keep the collateral but you know he don't listen to anyone but himself. " huffing easily at baby's outraged gaze and raising his hands in apology, voice raised as he defended his position. " i do think the jacket looks good on you, bro. i also think that barron wanting to keep this lady like a pet is crazy but ... he signs our checks. " sighing again, roger closes his eyes in mock pain. " as long as she stays happy, i think it'll be fine. "
imani blinked, once, slowly âž» like her brain needed a second to catch up with the fire athena just laid down. her laugh rolled out, surprised, like it had been pulled from deep in her chest without warning. more aware. she didnât break eye contact. instead, she leaned back just a little in her seat, letting her gaze sweep over athena with something resembling admiration disguised as analysis. and when she spoke, she always carried when someone managed to catch her off guard âž» in the best way.
âoh, so thatâs what weâre doing now?â she said, one brow arching, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. âpurring, promising, and a five-step plan to distract me from my degrees?â her fingers tapped against the side of her glass absentmindedly, but her eyes never left athenaâs. âyou know,â imani continued, âmost people talk big shit but never act on it, but you⊠you want me to wonder what your next move is.â imani traced a single almond-shaped acrylic against athena's arm, soon pulling it away. âand youâll get that attention,â she added, âbut not just because you asked. youâve earned it.â then she smiled. âso⊠show me.â
athenaâs breath hitched at the sound of imaniâs laugh, low, surprised, real. she didnât look away, couldnât, not with the way imaniâs eyes stayed locked on hers like she was trying to solve a puzzle she wouldnât mind getting lost in. every word out of her mouth landed like a dare and a compliment all at once, and athena could feel the heat blooming slow and steady under her skin.
her pulse jumped the moment that acrylic traced along her arm, just once, but it was enough to make her fingers curl slightly against the edge of the table like they needed something to grip. the promise in imaniâs voice, youâve earned it, hit harder than it shouldâve, but maybe that was the point.
"mm," she hummed, mouth tilting into a smirk as she leaned forward, elbows resting on the table so she could get even closer. her voice was velvet and smoke. âi always follow through. besides, i like an audience that actually pays attention." athena reached out then, fingers slow and featherlight as they brushed a curl away from imaniâs cheek, just enough to see if sheâd lean in or pull away. and then, she closed the distance.
not rushed. athena kissed her like it was a secret worth keeping. coaxing. curious. like she was mapping out the shape of want with her mouth, tasting the smile that had been teasing her all night.
aisha knew she shouldn't be doing this, it was WAYYYYYYY too soon after she argued with kenzo âž» she should've been in her dorm âž» nursing her heartbreak in silence. the breakup wasn't fresh, but its residue still lingered and stung more than it was supposed to. lafayette was a breath of fresh air, a new face, a new addition to her orbit, and that's something that she didn't expect. everything he said sounded like the perfect romance novel she'd always longed for, dreamt of, and skimmed throughout during a trip with layla and vee to barnes & noble.
she didn't need a man stressing her life out, her entire world was perfectly curated; graduate college, become an actress, marry a rich man after winning an emmy and an oscar within the same year. finally, she spoke. "look, i just had to hear that my ex is somewhere back home on a date with the bitch i literally want to fight, but know damn-well she'd beat me up within seconds... i'd like to just enjoy tonight and forget about âž» "
and within seconds, her lips were crashing against his. did she do it because she was scared? did she do it because she didn't want to be this cracked open and vulnerable about a man who had already moved on? did she do this because lafayette was there?
a low, soft sound slipped from him as her lips met his, strong arms wrapping around her waist while laff stepped in closer. heat sparked beneath his skin, coiling through his limbs, fingers twitching at her sides as he tried to keep it gentle ... measured. but the moment lingered.
and instead of pulling away, he tilted his head, deepening the kiss with quiet hunger. slow. sure. the kind of kiss that said stay. that made it impossible to think of anything else. he let it stretchâjust long enough to savor, to taste her wantâbefore easing back, lips brushing a tender trail along her jawline.
âi can make you forget, aisha.â her name slipped out softer now, like something sacred, his mouth ghosting over the shell of her ear. âwhatever you wantâitâs yours.â and he meant it. even if it made no damn sense. one hand came up, fingers curling beneath her chin, tilting her face toward him again. his eyes flicked between hers, voice rough with want and filled with certainty. âyou won't think about anything but me tonight.â then he kissed her againâthis time deeper, hotter. not careful, not polite.
his mouth crashed into hers with all the need heâd been trying to swallow down since the second her lips touched his. his fingers flexed at her waist before sliding up her back, pulling her flush against him, like he couldnât stand the distance. like he wanted to burn through her. lafayette kissed her like he had something to prove. like he needed her to feel it, to know. tongue sweeping over hers with aching precision, like he was memorizing the way she tasted, like this kiss was the prayer and she was the altar. when he finally pulled back, breath ragged, he didnât go far. just hovered. eyes heavy, lips red, voice low yet teasing. âstill want me quiet?â
micah had been searching for her from the moment he left her side. every muscle in his body coiled tight with unease. he barely registered tre's voice as he passed him for the fifth time. " whatâs the matter ? she hiding from you ? " micah didnât respond. couldnât. not when artemisâ silhouette came into view â her ass pressed against some stranger like she belonged there. a sharp breath hissed through his nose. he started walking, slow and simmering, like a lit fuse. but then her voice rose above the music, cutting through the haze in his head like a blade. in two strides, he was there. hands gripped her hips, lifting her with practiced ease and setting her behind him like a shield being pulled back to safety. " are you alright ? " he didn't even look over his shoulder at the man who was spewing bullshit that he was doing his best to tune out. " did he hurt you ? "
but the guy didnât stop. he kept running his mouth, little and loud like a yapping dog. micahâs jaw clenched. a warning built in his throat but never made it out. instead, he turned quick, decisive and cracked his forehead into the manâs nose with unforgiving force. " are you fucking dumb ? " he barked as the man crumpled to the ground. but it wasnât enough. not nearly enough. the rage was still there, clawing at his ribs. his fists followed, fast and relentless, landing blow after blow. " you should â " hit " â learn â " hit " â to listen â " hit " â to womenâ " hit " â when they say no. " it took the familiar grip of his boys dragging him back to finally stop him, even as he thrashed against them. " 'm cool, let me go. i said i'm fine. " but the truth was written in the wild glean in his eyes.
time slowed as the stranger kept yelling in her ear, his slurred voice barely registering in her inebriated mind. she could hardly catch what the bastard was even berating her aboutâuntil everything stilled. her mind quieted as strong hands lifted her with ease, the familiar scent of potting soil and gunpowder wrapping around her like armor. the scent sheâd come to associate with micah weeks ago. âiâm okayâŠâ her voice trailed off, eyes roaming along his form, dazedâalmost in disbelief that heâd shown up after sheâd pushed him away so eagerly earlier. before she could say anything else, artemis watched the man she couldnât get out of her head absolutely destroy the jerk whoâd been bothering her. every swing of micahâs fists sent a rush of heat through her. her tongue darted out to wet plush lips as she slowly moved closer to the fight.
heâs not going to stop. the thought whispered quiet in her mind, and it sent a chill down her spine.
artemis found herself kneeling beside him, fingers brushing along his jawline with a small, steady smile. âheâs not worth it. iâm fine,â she murmured, voice soft, one hand gripping his like it might pull him back from the bloodlust flickering in his eyes. âi still wanna spend those days off with you. maybe you can make extra sure iâm safe?â her eyes widened in mock distress before that same teasing, twinkling smile unfurled across her lips. âlisten to your boys, micah⊠and take me home.â
muse a is a master manipulator who knows how to get what they want , and muse b is their latest targetâa wealthy heir with a troubled past . as muse a weaves a web of seduction and deceit , they start to develop real feelings for muse b , complicating their original intentions . the perfect crime of emotional manipulation spirals into a relationship filled with guilt and passion , muse a struggles to determine if their love is genuine or just a part of the game .
