indie smut blog - nsfw won't be tagged.
my new indie, follow if u still want to rp!!! will be deleting this one soonÂ
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indie smut blog - nsfw won't be tagged.
my new indie, follow if u still want to rp!!! will be deleting this one soonÂ
indie smut blog - nsfw won't be tagged.
iâll be deleting this blog soon, follow me on my new indie if you still want to rp with me!!!Â
indie smut blog - nsfw won't be tagged.
if you still want to rp with me, this is my new blog !!!!Â
indie smut blog - nsfw won't be tagged.
if you still want to rp with me (if i havent lost all my mutual writers) FEEL FREE TO FOLLOW ME ON MY NEW ACCOUNT!!!Â
Iâll be deleting this blog soon as I have another one up simply because I lose a lot of muse whenever I get on this blog and itâs so hectic and makes me not want to rp anymore.Â
So Iâll post a link up from my other indie rp blog, I only have girl muses on there for now but Iâll soon enough add some males when I feel like Iâll have muse for them. (and Iâll probably make exceptations for my old mutuals.)Â
Just your daily reminders:
Racists are a problem
White people are not
Homophobes are a problem
Straight people are not
Transphobes are a problem
Cis people are not
Sexists are a problem
Men are not
And most importantly,
Hating an innocent person solely because of their race, sexuality, or gender makes you a fucking asshole
[ ;;&. open to f/nb - any relationship including incest/stranger; ]
stag weekends in las vegas could never be seen as a good thing, and judging by the pounding in the side of his head as he opened his eyes, stephen was gonna go with that logic. he had no idea what the last thing he remembered was as he ran a hand over his face, trying to stop the light from the window burning his eyes, and he knew he must have drank a lot to feel as shit as he did. after a couple of minutes and used to the harsh light, stephen finally removed his hand off his face and he quickly realized that he wasnât in his hotel room, he actually had no idea where he was. with a loud groan, he lifted the sheet off his body and saw that he was naked, his morning wood very much in play as he covered himself back up, head turning to glance over at the girl who was lying next to him. everything was a blur from the night before and it was a mystery how theyâd got back to the hotel, and at that point, stephen didnât give a fuck about finding out, there was only one thing that was gonna fix his hangover. shifting on to his side with a small noise, he moved so he was behind the girl, his front pressed against her back before he dropped his hand between her thighs, fingers going to her clit where he drew small circles on it.Â
living this close to vegas had quite some perks, meeting new, lonely and rich men almost every night that were willing to pay for everything her little heart desired. only to leave them the next morning, not even leaving anything that made it possible for them to find her again. sometimes, she wouldnât even have to do anything but just lay down next to them and watch a movie, other nights she had to put in some work. which she didnât mind, because she didnât go for the first rich dude she saw, she definitely had a type, a very goodlooking one. and it definitely helped that she was very appealing to the eye as well. but this time it was different, she had met this guy last night, not even caring if he had the money she desired. it was a lonely night for her and he looked like great company, so they had a couple of drinks at the bar before she brought him back to her hotel room, obviously not thinking. everything after that, was one black hole. erased from her memory. so there she was, half covered underneath the blankets and in only her panties. she was a light sleeper, so it was when she noticed the pressure inbetween her legs. without even realizing it, she let out a soft whimper, her hand immediately moving to grab ahold of his wrist, pressing her ass back against him.Â
[ ;;&. open to m/f/nb - suggested connections: current bf/gf, ex etc. ]
it was just another normal night for ava, her hand moving to the front of her bra before she snapped it open, revealing her pert breasts. it was never something she saw doing with her life, but to help her parents out with money, it seemed like the only way. there was no other job where she could get the money she did working there, and as long as her parents didnât find out, she didnât see the problem. it wasnât like stripping was the only thing she did either, she was in college as ava did want to do something with her life, she wanted to make her parents proud. as ava moved her hips to the sound of the music, she noticed them standing and watching out of the corner of her eye, and she swallowed hard, not expecting to see them there. they didnât really have any reason to be there, ava was always honest with the person she was with that she did strip, but that didnât mean she was okay with them just turning up and surprising her, not when it could cause shit for her. glancing away, she focused on what she was doing, putting a little more effort into her dancing, she moved her hips seductively, knowing she would have to give private dances in a few minutes for anyone who wanted them, and she kept her fingers crossed that the person sheâd seen wouldnât want one.
michael normally wouldnât go to a club such as this one, but he had hoped he could find ava there. he wasnât the guy to give up, especially not on someone he loved and cared for. of course he didnât agree with this being the thing she did for a living, he had offered to finance her as well since he could. it was hard, to think about this every night that sheâd have other men looking at her the way he wished he only could. as soon as he locked eyes with ava, his heart honestly skipped a beat. how in the world could anyone be so breathtaking? he wasnât very familiar with how places like this worked, but he remembered a bachelor party from one of his friends awhile back when they had ordered a private dance for him. so, as soon as he could, he had of course ordered one from ava for himself. it didnât take long til he got told to move to a private room, so he did as he was told, waiting for ava to arrive. which took about ten minutes, feeling the lump in his throat as soon as he saw her enter the room. âplease just listen to me.âÂ
i literally SUCK i just got on my laptop after not being on it for like SO LONG :-) and i literally have those starters from people that i wanted to reply to open..... i hate myselfÂ
hey! if ur ever looking for information on my character (whether i havenât finished/uploaded my stats or bio pages or itâs just information youâd like to know) you can always 100% shoot me a message asking about anything! if you need something cleared up about my muse, ask me. if you wanna learn more about my muse, ask me. if something is confusing you or you just want to know more - ask me! iâm always available to answer questions about my muse because the odds are iâm probably still figuring them out. no matter how long iâve had them for, thereâs always room for character development and finding out more about them. there are some things even i havenât figured out about my muse, so always feel free to ask me if you wanna know anything.
Why isnât she using the sexy card? Maybe she needs a push.
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â you should knowâŠyou canât win. â dallas breathes out as they both lay on the floor, his legs on each side of her body as his hands held her wrists above her head. he let a chuckle escape his lips as he slowly calmed his breathing, the grin upon his features never seem to disappear as he looked at her. he wasnât sure how this play fight began, the high possibility of him having made a playful comment that soon got one above the other, the football player clear in advantage over her petite form.Â
carters laughter filled the whole room, âthis is so unfair!â she squealed as she felt him lock her arms together above her head. she hadnât expected for this to happen, to be laying on the floor in his room as her best friend could get home anytime soon and see this whole fiasco going on between her brother and her best friend. one moment they were just joking around and it was when dallas made a daring comment, that carter couldnât hold back and started teasing him. and now here she was, in a lockhold. it was when she noticed his breathing calming down that she noticed just how tiring this thing was, letting out another soft chuckle as she locked her gaze with his, chest slowly rising up and down.Â
â can you just stop yelling ? â taking his finger from his busted lip keith yelled, his body still tense from the fight, the adrenaline still rushing through his veins making his skin feel numb he could hardly notice he had been bleeding. â i didnât like the way he touched you alright ? do i need to have a reason for everything ? â
âiâm not gonna stop yelling, keith!â raising her voice once again, sure she was mad at him but seeing him go at the other guy like that, she was terrified. not of him, but for him. he didnât have to do that, not for her. âyouâre bleeding, was it really worth it?â taking a deep breath before sighing, putting her hand on his face to hold him still as she grabbed a napkin. âdonât move.â softly dabbing the napkin against his face, trying her hardest not to hurt him.Â
a late morning sun shined through the white curtains while all kenzie could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat bumping at a nervous pace against her chest, holding the pregnancy test turned around on her hands, not being able to look at anything else for what she could swear had been very long, long minutes. kenzie knew the results were probably showing but her heart would beat even faster in just the anticipation, making her put the test down before her on her bed. â i canât look. â words left her lips too quickly with the movement, throwing her hands to intertwine with her hair. what would she do if that came out positive ? her life was a mess. if fact, he, who was just by her side, was likely the only stable thing in her life, and that, still, felt uncertain to her.
christian was just as nervous as she was, were they even ready for a huge responsibility like this? they werenât exactly living the perfect life right now, they didnât even have an apartment together, no stable jobs. if anything, their relationship was the most stable thing for the both of them right now. he watched how nervous she had gotten and he couldnât help but let out a sigh. âkenzie.. itâs gonna be fine.â turning her head to meet his gaze as he cupped her cheek, âweâll make it work.â he whispered before pressing a soft kiss onto her lips to calm her down. taking a deep breath before turning to the test in front of them. he slowly picked it up, feeling the lump in his throat before clearing it. ât-two lines, what does that mean?âÂ
â Do you ever regret it ?â Laying down on silky sheets of the still quite unfamiliar bed, Austen murmured, her head resting on his bare chest as her fingertips traced circles upon his skin. â LikeâŠeven for just a couple of minutesâŠâ her gaze had been on the motions of her fingertips, only now lifting her gaze to meet his in a search of a reaction.Â
Lucas glanced down at the girl, nibbling down on his bottom lip before shaking his head at her question. âIf I regret, I wouldnât be here..â He explained, running his fingers through her dark locks. âDo you?âÂ
â do you love me â or am i wasting my time here? â
âiâm not gonna say youâre wasting your time, but i canât tell you i love you either.âÂ