𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝙛𝙞𝙩 .

i think you know what this is, i think you wanna uh — no, you ain't got no missus oh, but you got a sports car !

[bitchfiits]

⟣ BITCHFIITS ⦂ a semi-selective usfw indie rp account written by saf ( she / her & 28 ). 21+ only. minors dni — navi ⟡ starters ⟡ opposites ⟡ plots ⟢

[bitchfiits]

i want to get back into indie again sooooo reverse starter call? :)

[bitchfiits]

drafted these and plan on working on them this weekend!

[bitchfiits]

open to ⟼ w/nb.

"what, so you're just going to let him treat you like that?"

[bitchfiits]

open to ⟼ m/w/nb.

"she's my best friend i can't – i won't do that to her."

[whimperwarriorjoong]

oh to be getting railed backstage after the concert

[lovebitesandwhisky]

oh to be railing someone backstage after my concert

[billy-crudup]

CAILEE SPAENY for LA premiere of Wake Up Dead Man: A Knives Out Mystery November 17, 2025

[ereans]

a plot where muse a and b hate each other. and by hate, i mean completely and utterly loathe one another. they turn on their heel and walk out of a room when they spot each other, they insult each other at every opportunity they get, and they’d rather sit on a spinning blade than spend time together doing anything but screaming at each other – unless they’re fucking. as much as they can’t stand one another, they drive each other crazy, good crazy, in bed. she comes out with bruises on her hips and hickies on her thighs while he’s got scratches trailing down his back and chest. they hate each other, but they love fucking, and their sex is full of pulling and scratching and biting and shut the fuck up and say my fucking name and the second they’re finished, one’s kicking the other out. this behavior continues for a while, both showing no signs of liking each other, even a little, until one day muse b fucks up and says the ‘l’ word in bed. he leaves immediately, and they avoid each other for days until muse a snaps and goes to his apartment and they fight and fight and fight until they’re fucking again, and afterwards they fight more and he’s shirtless and defensive and she’s in her bra and on the verge of tears because somehow, they ended up loving each other, and suddenly every day when they fight, the 'i hate you’s sound like 'i love you’s and the sex feels like making love and somehow they hate that even more, because hate is all they know how to feel.

[bitchfiits]

non-rp blogs liking my starters 🫩

[ysaarchive-deactivated20250220]

[nondelphic]

enemies to lovers but they keep forgetting to stay mad because the longing is stronger

[avidfervor]

open starter: w / nb.

character: milo hewitt. cis man. he / him. heterosexual. twenty seven. jack's twin brother. farm hand.

"do you ever think that just maybe, your boyfriend is a fuckwit?"

[bitchfiits]

"what the actual fuck is your problem? why are you being such an asshole?" olivia snapped. finally. she'd been putting up with it for too long – the snide remarks whenever a whisper of the word 'nico' was uttered in milo's presence, the looks whenever she brought him around. sure, he wasn't the greatest boyfriend and maybe each attempt at her trying to make it look like the two were some picturesque couple was faulty, but still. "seriously, what did he ever do to you? you've barely spoken three words to him."

[breakupagains]

open to: f/nb 21+ muse: lillian. realtor. switch. grace van patten

"let me get the camera."

[bitchfiits]

the kiss was short-lived, a tease of an embrace that left sasha whimpering when the blonde pulled away. she tried to chase after it, body leaning in and failing. "baby," her lips drooped into a pout. she was seconds away from protesting when lillian spoke, her attitude going from one of disappointment to one of intrigue in an instant. pulling herself up onto her knees, she tilted her head and bit her lip. "oh, you want to make a movie?"

[bitchfiits]

open to ⟼ m/w/nb.

"god this is actually so embarrassing," sasha began. she could feel the heat creeping up on her, apples of her cheeks flushing as she exhaled a sheepish laugh. "i used to have the biggest crush on you. like, drawing hearts with your name in them and stuff." the smile on her face only grew as she recalled the memory, "pretty sure i even kept a birthday card you gave me in third grade because you signed your name with love."

[bitchfiits]

i want to get back into indie again sooooo reverse starter call? :)

[bitchfiits]

had a few personal things come up recently so i haven't been in the mood to write but i'll be working through drafts and queueing things up to post throughout the week <3

[blackroomstatic-deactivated2026]

Arlo had seen her around. She was one of this people you see once, then don't forget. That person that pops in your life like they are following you, but it's just coincidence. Steam was his motivator for being here. Freshly released from jail following crashing his ex's piece of shit car for cheating on him he had come looking for a fight, but when he spotted familiar curly waves he needed an introduction to a girl he had seen many times before. "Don't go assuming mal intent, I got my own light." he says sparking a black bic in his hand, and leading it up to the black American spirit that hung between his lips.

"Name's Arlo, you know.. I've seen you on the dance floor, or playing billiards before. I like the way you move. You got swagger."

[bitchfiits]

"well excuse me," both of her hands lifted in a mocked-attempt at defense, though her movements were lax, casual, before they snaked across her chest. "sorry about that, arlo." she spoke through a small grin, crooked given the cig occupying one side. aimee was never good with faces, even worse with names – but something in the back of her mind was sounding off that she'd be remembering his from here on out. she shifted her body, turned to face him, allowing her shoulder to prop against the wall. even standing up straight she wouldn't have come close to his height, had to crane her neck just be able to look at him. "is that right? how come you've never joined me on the floor then? you got two left feet?" she tilted her head. "or the pool table? scared i'd kick your ass with the cue? ... would've liked a partner. or an opponent." then, finally, after a moment of dead air, "aimee," the introduction attached itself to the stream of smoke curling from her lip, dissipated as she plucked the cig between fingertips while her other hand extended towards him.

[bitchfiits]

every friday it was the same old routine: go to a dingy dive bar, listen to whatever local band happened to book a gig, grab a drink (or four) and if she were lucky ... end up in a bed that wasn't her own. unfortunately, aimee was rarely lucky, could count on one hand the amount of times it'd actually panned out in her favor. it was probably because she was always 'up against' vapid college girls. ones that pulled patrons one by one until it was just her and the bartender left. that night seemed like it'd be no different, their collective shrieks and girlish laughter enough to make her bow out for some air after finishing drink number two. the welcoming wind felt refreshing against her cheeks, brick cooling her back as she leaned against the wall and blindly searched for her pack of cigs. she knew she wasn't alone, had felt a presence moments ago, but it wasn't until she lit her cigarette had she decided to break the silence. "what, you need a light?" words rolled off her tongue before she cast them a glance. "or are you just followin' me?" she teased. / @blackroomstatic