like a storm

open: anyone ( 27-37 for romantic ) muse: adrian / thirty-two plot: adrian is a self-proclaimed vigilante ( hunter for spn muses ) seeking information from your muse in a public setting, eg. club, bar, pub, anywhere with liquor. ( if your muse is a criminal, it’s possible that adrian is trying to hunt your muse !! )

dark fabrics tend to keep adrian muted enough to disappear in public crowds. that alongside the waning sobriety of the establishment’s clientele, he moves with relative ease – sidles rather intrusively across an intended face. a small, practiced smile sits on his features. “spare me a moment of your time?”

danica was for sure that she chose the most secluded booth in the club where she could surreptitiously watch and listen to the various bodies that floated in and out of the place without being interrupted. if she were being honest, it was truly so that she could be a hypocrite and smoke in peace in her own club despite the strict no smoking rule. it had only been a moment when she took a sip from her chilled whiskey that her solitude was broken by the approaching male. glass still in hand, the vampiress silently took in the appearance before responding. “sorry, doll, i’m not interested.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 .

     “  why would you do something like that ?  ”

muse : zaire abraxas . mid 30s . real estate agent . bisexual , switch - submissive leaning.

open to : anyone .

beta editor friendly ! let me know in the tags if you’re using it !

“because i’m tired, zaire. i’m tired of waiting around for you to be ready to make a choice about if you really want this or not. sorry if i got a little impatient...”

⟢         ____        featuring        ,        open    to    f        .

PLEASE   DON’T   LIKE   MY   STARTERS.

＂  i   can’t   keep   doing   this   shit   with   you,   it’s   either   you’re   IN   or   your   OUT.   make   up   your   goddamn   mind   would   you   ?  ＂

“oh please, don’t whine, it doesn’t suit you. besides, wasn’t this whole ‘no strings attached’ thing your idea? if anything i’m following your lead...”

he knows she’s just being glib; he responds anyway. “it doesn’t make me feel better, actually. when you hire my services, you agree to my terms. when you break my terms, i don’t deliver. don’t bother transferring the rest of the payment to me.” the thumb drive, tucked away in an inner pocket resting close to his heart, suddenly feels way heavier than it is, now that he knows what he did to get the information.

sometimes cassian really hates this profession. sure, he’s righteous to a fault, but there are things he doesn’t mess with. to throw away one’s dignity and morals for the sake of money… he won’t get tangled up in that. he stands up, still glaring at jasmine. “you’re right about one thing. we have nothing more to talk about. if you ever contact me again, i’ll hand your name and the thumb drive to the police. consider this my insurance.”

“oh but you did deliver. something tells me if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be here on your moral high horse pointing fingers at me.” she had to hand it to him; if it were jasmine, she’d hand over everything she had and get the hell out of dodge but clearly, cassian was different. the kind of different that made the woman’s stomach turn. brows raised in surprise when he mentioned going to the cops, bold move. “you threaten me with cops knowing now what i’m paying you for? you’ve got balls, i’ll give you that,” she was mildly amused at his supposed courage before the expression fell completely. 

open: all muse: jordan narine. 30-38. raymond ablack. retail real estate executive. connection: can be assumed

“ so why no boyfriend tonight?”

“dear lord you sound like my parents. get a least a few drinks in me before you ask me that, mom. but if you must know, he was never my boyfriend, more like a, flavor...” 

open  to :  m  /  f  /  nb (  35 + ) — any connection. plot :  in  source. (  test  )  muse :  marlena  pierce.  pansexual.  she/they.  * pls  do  not  like  my  starter  /  read  rules  before  interacting. ** legacy  editor  used. 

“  you  know  that  you’re  a  guest  in  my  house  right?”  marlena  questioned,  chuckling.  “  but  sure,  waltz  into  the  kitchen  and  start  rummaging  through  my  fridge.”  

Open: Females 30+

        “ to be fair it’s not my fault your sister walked in on me naked ,  all she had to do was knock on the door first.  “  

“true... but my sister is also a creature of habit who hasn’t knocked on a door since she passed the bar so, looks like you’re gonna have to be somewhat... decent when you’re here. next time we’ll have to remember to put a sock on the doorknob.”

o p e n  s t a r t e r

muse: hex zhdanov, an assassin/mercenary for hire

open to: f/m/nb

plot: your muse tracked hex to a club, and is trying to hire them for a job.

they can’t help their smile, it’s always so delicious when their clients are desperate. makes them more willing to pay hex’s starting price, which for someone as accomplished as they are, is fairly steep to begin with.

but they have a reputation to uphold, and so they look away, feigning apathy. “so what is it you need?” their eyes flick up to their prospective client’s face, assessing them. “you must want it badly if you managed to find me here. get you a drink, calm your nerves?”

o p e n  s t a r t e r

muse: cassian hazra, a hacker for hire

open to: f/m/nb

plot: your muse hired cassian, but lied to him about the system he was hacking. after completing the job, he confronts them.

“you lied to me.” he’s holding himself back, trying not to cause a scene, but god is he angry, and it’s taking everything he can not to throw something at the client’s face. he prefers to meet in public spaces to protect himself, but right now he wishes there wasn’t the cover of the public eye to protect them.

and what’s worse, he had wholeheartedly believed them. cassian’s always listened to his morals, as flimsy as moral codes can be in his line of work, always standing up for people who need his help against big bad corporations, but this is inexcusable. to think that he had truly believed he was doing some good by taking on this job… but it was too late to undo it. "explain yourself.” he deserves to know that much.

the brunette feigned remorse. “oh no, i’ve upset you, how will i ever sleep at night?” jasmine assumed that her tricks would come back to bite her in the ass sooner or later but, she didn’t expect it to happen quite soon. unfortunately, she wasn’t one to apologize (often) so truly the only thing she could do for him was, be honest, finally. “well, if it makes you feel any better, I lie to pretty much everybody.” she said. she had hoped once the hacker did the job she paid him for, he would move on and not ask any more questions but, the confrontation that was quickly becoming an annoyance served as a lesson for jasmine to never work with the righteous again. the woman frowned at his demand. “for what? you got your cut, as far as i’m concerned we have absolutely nothing more to talk about. save your feelings for your therapist. out here, that shit can get you killed.”

“oh honey its not quite time for me to show you all about my mommy issues quite yet.”

“damn. that’s too bad, mommy issues are my bread and butter. ... does that mean we can’t swap childhood trauma stories over frappuccinos and gossip about boys?”

OPEN STARTER .

open to: anyone !

muse: johnny contreras, 33 , art teacher

plot: Johnny and your muse were set up to go on a date by a mutual friend who was totally oblivious to the fact he and your muse dated before. That relationship never worked out though many things were left unsaid. It’s possible they still love each other despite taking different paths. Very angsty, smutty reunion.

connection(s): ex lovers

—                                                  𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 had been a hard rule of Johnny’s for a long time, he never liked it. His friend had spoken about someone he knew that could possibly be a perfect match for the art teacher. After many attempts of convincing him to give this person a chance, Johnny agreed in the end – reserving a table for two at a nice restaurant in the city, waiting patiently for this person to arrive ; johnny wasn’t into wearing suits unless it was a special occasion, his attire was casual for a date. In the mean time though, he was texting his friend the entire time as he waited, it’s been a few minutes until he heard a familiar tone making Johnny look away from his phone to his so called date, an old flame from the past. It was just his terrible luck.

“Oh, it’s you.” his lips formed a thin line.

”I was expecting someone different but now that we’re here. Let’s make the most out of this dinner tonight.”

desiree had done her very best to avoid being roped up into blind dating but, thanks to a favor needing to be repaid, the woman found herself at the swanky restaurant in search for her mystery date. Much to her shock and displeasure, she was directed to the one person she had swore she never wanted to see again sitting at a table waiting for her and judging by his reaction to her arrival, he was just as [unsuspecting] as she was. not one to make a scene, desiree made her way over to her “date” with a thin (and forced) smile. “don’t bother holding your breath on that, i’m expecting this to be a short night.” or a long one depending on the state of desiree’s mood for the next few minutes. once she had a seat, she crossed arms over her chest as she slightly slid down in her chair. “hope I didn’t keep you waiting long; had I known it was you, I would’ve stayed home, especially since you couldn’t be bothered to dress up for me...”

knowing  what  her  husband  did  for  living  was  something  emery  had  gotten  over  but  it  didn’t  mean  she  wasn’t  worried  about  him  when  he  was  out  doing  what  he  needed  to  do.  hearing  his  voice  almost  startled  her.  “  it’s  hard  to  sleep  when  im  worrying  about  you.”  she  said.  “  and  since  you  come  home  around  this  time, i  thought  you  would  need  this.”  she  motioned  over  to  the  pain  meds  and  a  water  bottle  then  handed  him  an  ice  pack.  she  gave  him  a  small  smile. “  tell  me  im  not  the  best  wife  ever.” 

kimberly had gotten home only a few minutes ago . she assumed her husband was sleeping and didn’t want to wake him , so she changed out of her scrubs in the bathroom . it was far too late to be eating , but the woman hasn’t done so in hours and would’ve woken up hangry if not . so after she poured herself a glass of wine and reheated some leftovers , she settled at the kitchen island . only to be startled by her own husband . “ fuck , “ she whispered once she noticed it was him , holding her chest . “ don’t do that again ! we needa get some type of alarm system , or a bell . and yea , i had to cover for someone so i just got in . i texted you , but … ‘m guessing you had a rough night ? “ the woman’s eyes already scanning his physique to find where he was hurting . “ we icing or stitches ? “

selim could only chuckle at her reaction. “bells are annoying and alarm systems are an invite for hacks.” properly greeting the woman, selim placed a few kisses on her temple and then her cheek. “sorry babe, next time i’ll whistle.” he teased. selim couldn’t help but to sigh at the mention of her text which he did read but, obvious circumstances prevented him from responding. unfortunately during his tussle earlier that night, his phone had been a causality with the screen cracked to all hell and the battery completely drained. “yeah, something like that.” he mumbled, making a mental note to have a new phone sent to him first thing in the morning. the male moved to unbutton his shirt, holding in any sounds of discomfort, before setting the shirt on a chair at the island as he assessed the damage to his shoulder. “no stitches as far as i know but, i got it, don’t worry about it. sounds like you’ve already done your fair share of taking care of people for the day.”