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Despite Dany's faint protestations, Matt could feel her body reacting to him like clockwork. It had been like this from the start, her body was all but ready for him at a single touch. It was part of the reason he enjoyed her so much. "Atta girl", he grinned, his fingers digging into her flesh more harshly while he used his other hand to reach for her leg. He lifted it up, pinning her thigh to his side. "I ain't makin' any promises 'til I get that skirt off of you...", he husked in her ear, leaning in to confront her with the growing bulge in the front of his pants. "You feel that, sweetheart? That's how happy I am to hear that you're stayin'." He grinned, grabbing her other leg now too and lifting her up into his arms. "Let's go celebrate your decision, baby." His neck craned, his mouth capturing hers with an eager kiss. At the same time he held her close, carrying her lightweight figure partway through the living room with him and getting ready to toss her down on the sofa.

There was a possessiveness that came from Matt, something that made her want to stay longer but this was just a holiday right? Eventually they had to go back to their mundane lives before too many people started to miss them. Her head was scrambled the more he spoke to her today, she did know what she wanted and she wanted to go home.. Right? "I do know. We can't stay here forever... Both things can be true Matt. I love spending time with you and we can do all of this at home too." It made sense, they had a week here and they stayed a week longer. Glancing quickly she watched his hand trail down her body before looking back up at him towering over her, pinned under his gaze. "Okay... I'll stay." Dany sighed softly as his lips made their way to her neck, his hand groping her body. Wrapping an arm around him she used her free hand to encourage him to squeezed and play with her breasts harder. "Just promise me no more arguing... Promise that we'll go home soon."

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Almost immediately, Matt caught on to the shift in her features. There was a forced quality to her smile, she did not yet feel at ease in the presence of him and his kin and while this was to be expected, her lack of effort to conceal this fact was what struck him as unusual. She seemed unimpressed, the melancholy he had seen in her eyes earlier now presenting itself as frigid indifference. It was a shield, of that he was sure, but it still got under his skin. It wasn't often that new visitors had the guts to show their disinterest and whenever they did, he knew to weed them out quickly.

At least that was how he used to deal with them in the past, when he first started this group. His first recruits had all been starry-eyed, excitable, preferably young women plucked from bad situations, who wouldn't even know how to make a face like this if he smacked them upside the head. They knew only how to be thankful and follow his lead and most of all, they knew how much they owed him. As a result, this kind of look was one he didn't receive a lot in general. The only reason he recognized it was because he vaguely remembered his son giving him the same expression in the past. It hadn't bothered him then, there was nothing he wanted from the kid. But seeing it again, here, on the face of this beautiful yet detached woman...a determination to penetrate her skepticism was awakened instantly. This group was no longer an experiment to amuse himself with during one jobless summer, it was an established organization now. It was time to expand, and he was bored with the status quo.

"Nothing's a given, miss Monroe", Matt replied to the question, unruffled by the fact that it had been clearly directed at Lisa. She simply smiled, as he knew she would. Lisa was a talker, but she had been with him long enough to know that when he was speaking, she ought to let him finish. Matt smiled too, his eyes still fixed on Monroe's face, noting the slight strain in the corner of her mouth. "There's no need for politeness, we value blunt honesty around here. Please, tell me...what can I do to make this night better? A change of music, maybe?" He was prodding her now. Daring her to voice her dissatisfaction, even at the risk of insulting him.

Monroe twirled the glass of champagne between her fingers, surveying the room as her friend prattled on about Matt whats-his-name and Bonnie with the blue eyes, singing the praises of the new friends she had been making. She loved Lisa, and that was the only reason she nodded her head and smiled at all the appropriate times. To be honest, it all sounded a little...fake. Performative. Surely, Lisa could see that the people in this group had flaws. Or maybe that was her own flaws showing, her once rose-colored glasses considerably darker over the last six months. Trauma would do that to you, and the blonde certainly had her share of that recently. One dead dad and one less boyfriend had left her jaded in a way she hadn't thought possible, expecting far worse in people than she probably should. But what would you expect to happen when your boyfriend of four years got his 'oh she's just a friend' coworker pregnant, prompting him to not so kindly ask her to move out of their shared apartment. What would you expect when the person that had raised you and your three brothers drinks himself into the ground? "You've changed, Monroe. I just can't make you happy anymore." The words had wrung in her mind for months, reminding her that a dead dad had in fact left her changed....or broken.

She was brought back from her usual descent into darker thoughts by a new voice, her head turning to meet the eyes of a much older man. She knew instantly it was Matt, as Lisa had spent a considerable amount of her free time referring to him as "daddy goals." Soon Mr. Daddy Goals himself was reaching out a hand, and Monroe returned the handshake. God, he would not let up the eye contact. It was a special type of hell, the way he could look into her eyes and seemingly sense every thought and feeling. She returned his smile, although hers was much more forced. "Well, I should say the pleasure's all mine. Lisa's told me all about the impact you and everyone else here has had on her." Before she can get in anymore about Lisa, the conversation shifts to her least favorite topic; herself. She can't help the tiny scrunch of her nose or the downward turn of her lips, any charm he is trying completely missing the mark. "They're nothing special." She easily dismisses his words, before deciding to focus her reply entirely on the party. "Who wouldn't? The alcohol's flowing, Lisa is keeping me entertained, and the food is pretty good. But from what I've heard, that's the usual. Isn't that right?" She turns to her friend, hopeful that she'll take over talking a million miles a minute again. She couldn't place it, but Matt was unnerving. If she could get his damned attention on something else, maybe he would stop staring at her.

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Matt's features appeared to soften ever so slightly when she told him that she had indeed enjoyed being with him these past two weeks, but his eyes narrowed when she insisted that it was time to go home now. "You see how them two statements don't make sense together? That's the problem with you, Dany..." His hand lifted, gently caressing the side of her face, though he wouldn't move from his position blocking her path. "You don't know what you want. That's part of the reason I brought us out here. To help you get rid of some of that confusion. Find out what your heart wants." His hand drifted lower, brushing along her neck and her chest, a grin splitting across his face as he touched on her breast through the fabric of her blouse. "Stay a while, doll...I promise, you won't regret it." Though he had no intentions of letting her leave anytime soon, if ever, as of right now he simply needed her to agree to staying a bit longer. Before she had a chance to speak or think, Matt had leaned in and started kissing her neck, driving his hand up the front of her blouse and shamelessly groping one of her tits.

Dany could feel that he wasn’t happy about her protest but they’d been arguing about any and everything today and enough was enough. If she found the car keys she would have driven herself right home… Maybe turning back around half way realising how irrational she was being. “N-No it’s not like that.” She hated whenever he had this menacing aura, never quite placing where it came from, how quickly it came and went. She practically almost tripped taking a step back as he loomed over her. “Don’t say that…” Dany almost whispered, looking up at him with her doe eyes. She took his large hand into hers and squeezed it gently, hoping to disarm whatever anger was bubbling beneath the surface. “It’s lovely here and I’ve enjoyed being with you, I just think it’s time to go back to the real world.”

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Alba was good at soothing him...sometimes. Her presence had a calming effect on him. He liked to watch her sometimes, while she slept, enjoying the sight of her beauty. More often than not, he would get excited. But this was a serious matter. Someone had told her information she was not supposed to know, and he needed to know who that someone was. To make sure they could never tell her another thing again. Because he didn't like blabbermouths, and Alba's ears were too precious to be subjected to foul rumors. "Alba, my angel...", he smiled at her, just for a moment, before the smile dropped from his face at a moment's notice and made place for a very grave expression. "I'm gonna give you one more chance to tell me. Unless you want me to find out by myself. And make no mistake, baby, I will find out. You want me to do that?"

Now she could only focus on his touch, the grip on her neck should have alerted her but she was used to it. The little roughness in him was something she always liked and enjoyed, mainly in the bedroom. His words also had an effect on her, he knew how much she liked when he talked like this. Of course she wasn't going to tell him who had given her this information. Something told her it would be a bad idea... “... just voices I heard... It's not important” she said, slowly running her hand over his chest, down to his stomach, trying to make him forget the conversation.

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Plotted starter for: @princessbxtch-rps

"You gonna introduce me to your friend, Lisa?" A wide, welcoming grin showed on Matt's face as soon as the women looked up from their interrupted conversation. He didn't always interject. It was important to let them chat, make them feel comfortable speaking to the one person they knew. In this case it was Lisa, and she had been instructed to give as much positive feedback about the group as possible. This would warm some of the new visitors up to the idea of joining, but there was also another element. Not everyone was allowed to join. The thing that mattered most was ultimately Matt's interest and boy, had it been sparked tonight.

He was intrigued the moment he saw her. Blonde, fresh-faced and with a hint of melancholy behind her eyes. Not that she seemed gloomy. He saw the way she interacted with Lisa, their conversation seemed to be going a million miles an hour, which was part of the reason he'd decided to end it prematurely. Lisa could get sloppy if she was excited. He didn't want her getting sloppy, not in front of a potential new recruit.

"Oh, sorry", Lisa apologized with a short laugh, touching her friend's arm. "This is my friend, Monroe. Well, her first name is Adeline but Monroe sounds so much cooler." While Lisa filled her usual quota of words per sentence, Matt kept his eyes on the new girl. Clear interest flickered behind his eyes, his hand reaching to give Monroe's a firm shake. "Pleasure to meet you, miss Monroe." A faint smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he studied her face a bit more closely. "Hell, you're more striking than I thought. That's one killer set of eyes you got on you", he observed, his statement underlined by a low chuckle. "I hope you've been enjoying yourself tonight."

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Alba's apology earned her an approving nod from Matt, who was quite earnestly glad she did not press the issue any further. He would hate for this whole thing to turn sour. It had happened before, and Alba was such a nice girl. She was everything he'd been looking for. Out of all the women he'd met, her sweetness was unmatched. When she wrapped her arms around him, he brought his hand to the back of her neck, gently caressing her skin. "I knew you were my good girl..." As he said that, his grip on the nape of her neck firmed a little bit. "Now there's something I need to know. Who did you talk to?"

Alba didn't flinch when he touched her, his touch so familiar and gentle she could loose herself right there but there was something, a little voice in the back of her head telling her to run. She wasn't being rational when her body craved him and her mind wanted to distance herself. “Yes.. Yes you're right, I'm sorry” she spoke softly, closing her eyes when he pressed his lips against her forehead. It's not like him, he would never do something like this. I know him.. Alba tried to reassure herself, wrapping her arms around him, grounding herself like she always did.

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Matt's laughter subsided and he looked at her a bit more seriously, a calmness settling on his face. "What's the matter, you don't like spending time with me?", he asked, though it was clear from his inflection that he did not expect an answer. He got up, stepping closer to her as he shook his head in mild disappointment. "You're startin' to hurt my feelings, doll...here I am, thinkin' we're having a grand time together, gettin' away from it all. Enjoying each other, enjoying serenity. And you tell me you wanna leave." He drew closer still, slowly cornering her and placing his hand on the wall behind her. "Way to make me feel like an asshole, Dany."

"Yes I want to leave. We've been here a week longer than we should be." Dany stood by the door, her mind running a thousand miles. He was sweet at the beginning, they had a lot of fun but now... This was not what she signed up for. "I don't want to drink I want us to go home."

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Plots I'm currently looking for (warning: highly taboo):

A thread where Matt steals his son's girlfriend, moves her into the house and torments the both of them with the fact that she is under his spell now.

A thread where Matt is a c*lt leader and has decided he will recruit your muse at all costs.

A thread where Matt has just escaped from prison. He's been corresponding with your muse via letters and decides to come find her. Your muse either lets him stay and hide at her place willingly or unwillingly.

A thread where your muse is in love with Matt and breaks into his house, gets caught and then Matt takes her captive for fun.

A thread where your muse is being st*lked and keeps waking up in the middle of the night in terror. Puts a security camera in her room and finds out Matt (her landlord) has been entering the apartment, drugging and having s*x with her every night.

A plot where one night, your muse gets ass*ulted by Matt. She goes to the police, only to find that Matt is the head chief of police.

A thread where your muse is an inmate in a women's prison. Due to staff shortage, they hire a male guard (Matt) who is on a power trip.

Any takers? I might add more to the list at some point.

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A hint of irritation showed on Matt's face when Alba refused to come closer. She seemed afraid. He was not unfamiliar with that look, but he wasn't ready to see it from Alba yet. She was precious to him at the moment, he didn't want her view of him to be muddied. "Alba...that's very fuckin' hurtful", he told her outright, though the hurt wasn't very apparent in his voice. Rather, he was insulted. Insulted that she would take these allegations seriously. He stood up from the sofa, drawing closer to her and touching her arm before she had a chance to distance herself. His touch was gentle, as was the smile on his face. "But don't worry. I understand. And I forgive you, for being confused." He leaned in closer, his arm wrapping itself around her waist like a snake while he kissed her forehead. "Whatever you heard...it ain't true, baby. I think you know that."

Alba hadn't realized how far she was standing from him, maybe it was her subconscious telling her to keep her distances. None of this seemed real, their relationship had been so perfect... He seemed so perfect... She couldn't believe what she found, was it real? Or was someone trying to set him up for some reason? The short brunette looked at him like a doe caught in headlights, realizing how ridiculous she must sound. “I... No, I'm good here” she swallowed, unsure if she was making the right call. What if he was innocent and she was accusing him of terrible things? She loved him so dearly... But what if the accusations were true, would she be next on the list? No, no he loves me, she thought.

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Open to female muses (20+) | Plot: Your muse went on a spontaneous vacation trip with Matt, thinking that it would last only a week. They've been at the cabin for 2 weeks now. After an argument, your muse wants to leave but doesn't know the exact location and can't seem to find the car keys... | Important: Read my rules before interacting

"Leave? Goddamn, you're funny. I forget sometimes that you're funny." A hearty chuckle escaped from Matt's throat as he thought about what she was saying. "Sit down, baby. Let's have a drink."

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Open to female muses | Plot: Matt has been dating your muse for a week and it has been a fairytale. However, she recently found out that he has been accused of serious crimes involving women. | Important: Read my rules before interacting

"You don't believe them, do you sweetheart?" He could tell she was nervous. Bringing this up to him was not something she enjoyed, but it seemed she couldn't just ignore it either. He was prepared for this, though. Matt figured that at some point, she would ask him what happened. "Why are you standing all the way over there? You ain't afraid of me, are you?" A disarming smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he beckoned her. "Come here."

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Hi, welcome to my RP blog! 

Since this is a sideblog for @mal0dramatic, I will follow you back from that account. If you want to write with me, feel free to either shoot me a message, like one of my starter calls or simply reply to one of my open starters. I also enjoy plotting, so I’m always open for that. It doesn’t matter if we’re mutuals or not. 

Warning: 18+ only. Minors DNI. I cannot stress this enough, this is a dark character. Because of the very nature of this character, all threads on this blog will contain mature and/or taboo topics. If this is not your cup of tea, turn around now. Triggers will be tagged accordingly.

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RULES (READ BEFORE YOU INTERACT)

First of all, minors DNI.

TRIGGERS

There are a few things I refuse to write about: bestiality, paedophilia, urophilia, scatophilia, animal abuse.

Outside of those very specific things, I do not have any triggers. Be warned that this blog will contain the following (tagged) triggers: abuse, narcissistic abuse, stalking, violence, domestic abuse, blood, murder, rape, sexual assault, sexual coercion, age gaps, abuse of power, blackmail, kidnapping, drug use, drug abuse, mutilation.

Lastly, I try to tag everything that could potentially be triggering to others but if something slips through the cracks, do not be afraid to let me know. Comfort of the writer goes above everything, I take this very seriously.

NSFW AND SHIPPING

I write smut but it is not a requirement. However, due to the nature of this character, sexual themes will most likely be present in most threads. Mun is over 25 years old and will not smut with minors.

If you want to ship our muses, be warned: Matt does not love. However, he is charismatic enough to make believe that he does. I will ship this character if there is chemistry and they are above 18. I mean it, I will not ship with you if your character isn’t at least 18 years old. This blog is multiship and doesn’t force ships on anyone. If my muse develops an obsession towards yours, you are in no way obligated to write your muse in a way that reciprocates those. I am perfectly fine with unrequited romance threads.

WRITING STYLE

Formatting is not required, I use small text and gifs most of the time but you are not obligated to do the same. Thread length doesn’t matter to me, from short to para/novella threads, all is fine with me! If I do not respond in a timely manner, please don’t assume you’ve done something wrong. Feel free to remind me of my reply.

I like to come up with plots beforehand so I have something to go on. This one is not really a rule because I’m flexible when it comes to this and I’ll answer or write random starters too.

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Basics

Name: Matthew Lockhart Age: 30-45 (plot dependent) Gender: Male Orientation: Heterosexual, heteroromantic Occupation: Verse dependent Traits: + Charismatic +Convincing +Dogmatic +Ambitious -Sadistic -Controlling -Possessive -Aggressive Addictions: Cigarettes Disorders: Malignant Narcissism (undiagnosed), Narcissistic Personality Disorder (undiagnosed), Sociopathy (undiagnosed)

Background (Important TW: physical abuse, domestic abuse, narcissistic abuse):

Born in a family of chaos, Matthew Lockhart learned early that to get what you want in life, you had better toughen the fuck up. Not many people know about his past, since he doesn't speak of it but certain behavioral patterns point to a disturbing childhood background.

As a teenager, Matt was notorious for his lack of impulse control. This trait still follows him to this day. His life is ruled by lust, whether it be for women or power, which he believes to be the single most important thing one can possess in their lifetime. He is a known womanizer but has a tendency to fixate on certain women, particularly ones who seem vulnerable and easily exploited. His relationships are usually short-lived. Once he finds a woman he likes, the idolization phase begins. She will become the object of his affections and for a few months, he will do anything and everything to obtain her. He will shower her with compliments, gifts and attention and if necessary, he will break laws to win her over. If this doesn't work, he will force himself into her life.

At the age of 25, Matthew met and married such a woman. She fell for him and had his child that same year - a boy named Jack Lockhart. However, the marriage didn't last. Now that his fascination with his wife had passed, Matthew became more and more agitated with the fact that he was tied down to her and his temper began to flare up. Instances of domestic abuse became frequent, leaving Matthew's wife a battered woman.

The couple stayed together for three more years until one night, after multiple instances of Matt's wife accusing him of infidelity, she disappeared and Matt was left alone with his son Jack. Unwilling to do the heavy lifting that comes along with parenthood, Matthew pawned Jack off on the women he dated, leaving it up to them to raise his son. On the rare occasions he and Jack would spend time together, Matthew would make it clear to his son that he was a disappointment. To this day, Jack highly suspects Matthew of having caused his mother's disappearance. The police were never able to prove anything.