They say I did something bad

Blue 28 English & Spanish Indie Gay Roleplay Nsfw content Semi-selective Slow replier because sometimes life gets hard and my muse dies

[itsagentzero]

Open to: anyone. Supernaturals welcome. Concept: your muse was driving back to town and finds Chris hitchhiking in the highway. Upon stopping, they realize Chris is battered and bruised, some of his clothes torn.

"Hey," he greeted, definitely too calm for how terrible his situation seemed to be. Despite the wounds and bruises, his blue eyes were sharp and awake as he leaned over the window to get a good look at the person that stopped for him.

"I know how this looks like, but this isn't some set up. I lost my phone and I just need a ride back to town. I can pay for it if needed be."

[fadingobjectrp]

"And you will," Daiki added as he unlocked the doors of the car he sto- borrowed. "Do you know how long it took me to find you? Coulson wants us back safely at the base, and since we are short on agents, I had to get you as a side quest," he added, his head pointing towards the back of the car where a mysterious bag was.

"Now, get in. I hope you have whatever serum or information you were after." He added, stretching his right arm to take the bag and place it in the passenger seat. "I have some change of clothes for you in the back, under my seat. Hurry before someone notices."

[fadingobjectrp]

@loveshard after this: (x)

Evan stared at Ken, a glow in his eyes, his smile widening with each word he added. "Yeah, you can say that, and there isn't any rules about what you can do or say while being quiet with someone," he chuckled, his body slightly leaning towards the opposite direction of the other, the football player used that motion to be able to slip his arm from between them, stretching it to be able to surround the other's shoulders with it, forcing him to come even closer to him by semi-hugging him, before letting him go but keeping his arm in that position.

"This is nice, really nice," he emphasized the second part of his phrase, "I love how the whole world seems to disappear," at his mentions of the world, his eyes fell for a second, being in the sports world wasn't easy from someone like him, always hiding something, always being someone he wasn't, but with the other that wasn't necessary. "I'm not good at quiet either, it usually lets in everything that I'm trying to avoid, but… Not right now," he lied, pushing the world off his mind, "Not when I remember you are next to me, just existing, like that's all we have to do and be," he didn't lie there either, Ken was good for him, he has always helped him to feel at peace, a rare occurrence in his world.

[warwickcd]

open to: m/nb anyone in need of a handyman (t*boo welcome too) concept: Clyde is known around town for being really good with machines, so your muse calls him for a repair (could be a car or a bike, up to you). However, by any reason, your muse can't or won't pay him for his services. Maybe they have another idea in mind on how to pay for the repairs.

"Wha- What do you mean you don't have the money?" he asked, more shocked than angry at the sudden revelation. He had to take a moment, wiping the sweat of his forehead and sitting down to look at the other in disbelief.

"You... hired my services. I've been here for hours. It's all good and running now... W-what am I supposed to eat tonight?"

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"I'll send it to you as soon as I have it," Ben quickly added, "The event is tonight so they haven't actually paid me, usually the money gets to my account two days after, I swear I'll…" he stopped talking as soon as he heard the other's question, his head moving slightly to the right, like a confused dog.

"Eat tonight? You mean you don't…" shit, the party planner thought, he already didn't feel good about lying, but now that feeling deepened after listening to those words.

"Do you like pasta?" Ben asked, squatting down to be at eye level with the mechanic. "It's nothing fancy, but I have some at home that I wouldn't mind sharing."

[davidkarofskyindie]

Watching Damian unable to hold back in sucking his cock while the phone was still nearby, ready to be picked up at any moment was truly obscene in the hottest way. He just looked down with his almost trademarked impish grin watchined as Damian took his cock, thrusting in and out happily with his balls bouncing off that chin. He moaned wantonly, a lot growl coming out the more and more the man kept sucking until finally he saw his lover’s reaction.

He was prepared to stop, about to pull out when Damian pulled him back in and had to bite his own hand just to keep himself from moaning as he realised that his lover was making sounds that were definitely understandable, but muffled by Buck’s length. He had never been more turned on, just seeing his lover so needy for him that he was willing to complete a call with his cock in that mouth was the hottest thing ever. He waited till the phone was hung up before finally letting out a low moan.

He fell back against the wall, hands gripping onto it and legs spreading just enough to keep his position “So’re you… the hottest thing I’ve ever seen… my god, never seen anything so hot at you just now on that call, you fucking stud” he growled, hands moving to rest on the back of Damian’s head and thrusting forward, really going deep in that throat “Oh god Damian… that mouth of yours… you’re fucking made for my cock, every part of you… so fucking perfect”

Every happy deep thrust down that throat had Buck’s body burning with need, his chest heaving and muscles flexed and firm. He kept playing with Damian’s hair, thrusting again and again until he pulled back just seeing his cock glistening in the light “Fuck… looks about ready” he grunted, looking into his partner’s eyes “Pick a place to bend over baby… no need to hold back anymore so that ass, I want it!”

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Once Buck took himself off his mouth, Damian sat back into his legs, trying to ride the heatwave that invaded him moments ago. It took a couple of deep breaths to get himself back in control, but one look up at his boyfriend's eyes was enough for it to reach a new high. "You look so fucking hot from down here, gosh." He added, in his mind, the fact that he owed him an answer, still present, but how could he think when all his blood was at the lower side of his body?

"I don't think I can wait any longer," he added, standing up, ending face-to-face with the blonde. "I need to have you in me, or I'm going to die," he added, dramatically, as he spit into his right hand and lowered it to jerk Evan's cock, unable to stop touching him. "Just take me in here, against the wall, as you carry me, whatever you want, just… please," he begged, "Fuck me, Buck, show me how badly you want me, how hot you got after what I just did."

Normally, at that point, shame would've invaded Damian, remembering what he just did while talking with his boss, but at that moment, with Buck's cock in his hand, the thought of it only made his dick twitch and his hole relax, his body already adapting to what would happen next.

[vicedmuses]

seeing how aroused the younger man was had been turning weston on. he knew that these parties were mainly meant for their own enjoyment, but knowing that you were doing a good job at getting someone else off was also good. so he had a stupid, proud smirk spread across his face. he made sure that he took it slow so that any source of pain could have easily been traded for pleasure. he didn't want this to be something that the other was going to talk shit about.

hearing the moan clued weston in that he was treating ben's body quite nicely though, so he made sure to continue. "you feel so good too." his left hand moved over to grab a hold of his ass, squeezing his cheek in his palm. then he gave it a quick slap. his right hand moved over to hold onto his waist, wanting to support himself up with something. that's when weston started to finally thrust his hips faster than before. he went deeper and deeper until he could feel his balls pressing up against the man's body. again, he wanted this to be a session he would remember above all others.

[fadingobjectrp]

Ben closed his eyes and tried to throw his head back, but the restriction of the swing prevented him from doing so. His body turned pink, particularly prominent on his face and shoulders, thanks to the strength he required to take the other, but from his mouth never came out a sound of complaint, he wanted this, he had wanted to be fucked for so long.

"Yea-, use me, plea-" he spoke, breathless as he jumped on the other's cock thanks to the movement of the swing and the movement of Weston's hips. It still hurt a little, but on his face, he could see a smile as the party planner allowed himself to lose himself in everything that was happening, to let go of his need for beauty and perfection and just take the other completely.

"For fucks…" he was interrupted by his own moan, "Harder, please. I can take it." He begged, trying to lift his legs higher to give a better access to the other, his cock now resting on his stomach, some of his precum leaking into his belly button but he didn't actually care about that right now, he wanted to be used by the other, to feel like he is no more than an object of pleasure for him to use.

[ohisms]

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑳𝒀 .   (   a  collection  of  usfw  prompts  taken  from  some  tags  used  on  ao3 .  mature  themes  are  obviously  present ,   add  “ + reverse ”  to  reverse  roles .  )

﹟ wet dream﹕  receiver  has  a  wet  dream  about  sender . ﹟ rough sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  rough  sex . ﹟ fight sex﹕  a  fight  between  sender  &  receiver  turns  into  sex . ﹟ shower sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  sex  in  the  shower . ﹟ oral sex﹕  sender  goes  down  on  receiver . ﹟ pillow talk﹕  receiver  dirty  talks  to  sender . ﹟ possessive sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  heated  sex  after  one  was  jealous . ﹟ praise kink﹕  receiver  indulges  sender’s  praise  kink . ﹟ office sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  sex  in  an  office  setting . ﹟ sloppy makeouts﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  a  heavy  makeout  session . ﹟ coming in pants﹕  sender  causes  receiver  to  come  in  their  clothes . ﹟ secret relationship﹕  sender  &  receiver  sneak  around  to  have  sex . ﹟ lingerie﹕  sender  wears  lingerie  for  receiver . ﹟ hair - pulling﹕  sender  pulls  receiver’s  hair  during  sex . ﹟ aftercare﹕  sender  provides  aftercare  to  receiver  following  sex . ﹟ dry humping﹕  sender  ruts  against  receiver  while  dressed . ﹟ revenge sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  sex  to  get  back  at  someone . ﹟ fluff and smut﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  fluffy  domestic  sex  . ﹟ sexual roleplay﹕  sender  &  receiver  play  out  a  scenario  in  the  bedroom . ﹟ casual sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  casual ,  no - strings  sex  . ﹟ hate sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  heated  hate  sex . ﹟ resolved sexual tension﹕ s ender  kisses  receiver  to  break  the  sexual  tension . ﹟ light bondage﹕  sender  restrains  receiver’s  hands  during  intimacy . ﹟ vibrators﹕  sender  stimulates  receiver  with  a  vibrating  toy . ﹟ stripping﹕  sender  sensually  undresses  for  the  receiver . ﹟ body worship﹕  sender  worships  the  receiver  sexually . ﹟ temperature play﹕  sender  &  receiver  bring  ice  into  the  bedroom . ﹟ biting﹕  sender  bites  receiver  intimately  during  sex . ﹟ bath sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  take  an  intimate  bath  together . ﹟ finger sucking﹕  sender  puts  their  fingers  to  receiver's  lips  during  sex . ﹟ edgeplay﹕  sender  tells  receiver  not  to  come  until  they’re  allowed . ﹟ mirror sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  sex  in  front  of  a  mirror . ﹟   pet names﹕  sender  uses  a  sweet  name  for  receiver  during  sex .

[joenateuser]

DAMIAN HARDUNG as James Beaufort Maxton Hall 2.04 "Secrets"

[gaybuckybarnessss]

JONAH HAUER-KING The Threesome (2025)

[menxsuck]

He thought it was strange, the way the man helped himself to Christopher's lap, but the more he dwelled on it the more he realized it might have been his own fault. He had been too distracted going through the contents of his desk to really pay the man any attention, let alone listen to all his questions, so he can understand why the officer pulled his chair back; and, though he won't admit it now, he was also met with the realization that it was his own reflexes that led to their current predicament. He had been the one to reach out for Damian's waist to pull him down into his lap as if forgot what he was actually there for.

"I apologize, I'm not trying to waste your time I'm just trying to make sure everything is still here," He mumbled under his breath as he sank back into his seat so he could look up at the other man more easily. "You know, if you'd be more comfortable, you can just sit on the edge of my desk instead." Christopher half teased as he gave the officer's hips a soft pat before moving his hands away.

As the man shifted in his lap to retrieve his notebook, Christopher's gaze slipped down to settle on the shape of the front of the man's slacks; only managing to distract him even further.

"Sorry," he offered as his lips pulled into a slow, loose smile. "Got a bit distracted... what was the question again?"

[fadingobjectrp]

Damian's curse was that he couldn't leave anything unsaid. Either his mouth or his face made sure to express what he was thinking, and in days he was this tired, it was even more obvious. Especially in cases like this, where the person just doesn't seem to want to cooperate.

"Sir, are you fuc-?", he cut himself off, his nostrils flaring up at the same time as his attention changed from the other's face to the wall next to them, focusing on it to keep his cool.

"I thought you said you weren't trying to waste my time, but since this is clearly a joke to you, I'm just going to..." He spoke, leaning back until he felt the edge of the other's desk against his back, lifting both of his arms to be able to rest his elbows against the smooth surface, slightly lifting his hips and moving them forward, his ass resting against Christian's crotch by accident, pushing the floor with his feet to move the chair away.

Once there was space enough, he slid down the other's legs and lifted himself, resting his ass against the desk, his hands immediately going to his belt. He looked a little confused, a change that happened thanks to the way the other felt against his ass, reminding him that sleep wasn't the only thing lacking in his life. Now the frustration's core was starting to shift more to lust, which he expressed by the way he couldn't stop staring down at the other's legs.

"Did a break-in actually happen in here, or were you just trying to have a laugh?" he asked, now trying to give himself some time to calm his lust down.

[supfag-archives]

YOU'RE COMING? DIE MITTE DER WELT (2016)

[fadingobjectrp]

@fadingalphas

Damian & Hunter Inspired by this plot: combination of neighbors + assassins but working for different sides. they become friends until ’wait i thought i saw you on that rooftop/in that alley’ and that explains all the constant repairs being made to our building. we can’t acknowledge this about each other without having to do something about it so now we’re going to try and keep being friends. but why are we trying to give each other tips on how to survive this is getting complicated.

Damian stopped pacing at 3 A.M. He couldn't believe that he was the one, the person he was supposed to catch, the one who had been committing all of those crimes. The cop can still remember the way his face came into light, the moment they made eye contact, the surprise freezing him long enough for him to escape, not that he would've been able to detain him, not at that moment, on that roof. God, why did he have to be so nice, so handsome? he thought, starting to realize that maybe he was just the best neighbor he had ever had because he knew he was after him, after all, his face was always in view, he never hid it, not like the other.

The pacing only stopped because of a noise outside of his apartment, the sound of his neighbor opening his door. Hunter's apartment. Usually, he would've stopped and think about his next movement, but he had to know, he needed something to confirm that the man that lived across the hall, the one he had been crushing on for a while was the same one he saw moments ago up on that roof, so after having his hand crutching the door handle for a few seconds he twisted it, barely opening the door to be able to peak through it, his eyes searching for Hunter.

He found him in front of his own door, across the hall, Damian had the intention to explore his body with his eyes, to search for the black clothes he remembers so well, for a bag, gun or something incriminating, but instead, he stared at his face, exploring his features, the shape of his lips, the roughness of his beard, locking on his eyes, searching for an ounce of guilt or innocence, hoping to find more of the later. He wasn't ready to live in a world where the one he was after had been in front of him all this time.

[menxsuck]

@fadingobjectrp sent Your pick to Christopher: [ STRADDLE ] * my muse sits down in your muses’ lap. from HERE

There had been multiple break in's at his restaurant over the course of a month. Nothing had been stolen, since he was thankfully smart enough not to leave any cash on site overnight, but it was still alarming enough for him to get the police involved. He wanted them to handle it, so he wouldn't have to worry about; and, mostly, because he just didn't want to do the work himself.

Which was now probably becoming obvious to the man, officer Damian Perez, that was in his office trying to help him.

Except instead of listening to what the gorgeous officer was saying, Christopher was simply nodding along while going over the scraps of papers and recipes he had strewn out on his desk.

"Okay," he protested as he felt his chair being pulled back. Leaning back in his seat, he looked up at the man with playful defeat in his eyes only to have Damian sit on him; straddling his lap, forcing Christopher to focus on him. "Okay," he mumbled with a soft smile as his hands instinctively found their way to Damian's hips. "That is one way to get my attention. Alright, officer, what can I do for you..."

[fadingobjectrp]

"We don't appreciate having our time wasted," Damian said in a harsh tone. "If our involvement is not necessary, I'm afraid we would have to leave this situation to you, sir." Slowly, he started to realize what he had done, mainly because of where the others' hands were, which he noticed mid-sentence, his eyes moving down for a second to confirm it. "So… for the third time, is there someone who would have an intention to do this? An ex-employee who was fired unjustly, an ex, anyone?" He asked, shifting on the other's legs to be able to take out his notebook from his belt, ready to write down anything he said.

This was out of character for him, he usually avoids direct contact and shuts down the cases that seem like a joke or the person's problem. But today was an unusual day, it was one of those awful ones during which you feel frustrated because you haven't slept well, so he decided to stay longer, to figure this out before he had to go out and deal with something more serious, but sadly for him, the combination of every factor led to this. He, on the other's legs, was unable to remove himself from that position, thanks to where the other's hands were, and because that would seem unprofessional, something he was in that moment. Still, he didn't want to confirm that to Christopher, so he simply acted as if this was protocol.

[toimoiluiii]

Zane

[vicedmuses]

there was no doubt in his mind that ben's hole was going to feel just as good, if not better, than his mouth. weston slapped his length across his cheeks before moving him around the tiny space. "it's going to be mine alright." he got the party planner in just the right position where his ass could be poking out, but he could still be bound. the tabloid ceo spanked the man's ass, one slap per cheek, and then spread them apart. he leaned down to spit on his hole and then stood up straight again.

there was no time to prepare or get anything else. he stroked his shaft a couple of times, still wet from ben's mouth, and lined it up with his hole. "be a good boy and take a deep breath for me." after that small warning, he pushed himself forward and tried to slide his cock inside of the party planner. the older man groaned roughly as he did so, feeling just how tight ben really was. "fuck, you weren't lying."

[fadingobjectrp]

Ben's cock lay on his thigh, the tip completely wet with precum. He was so horny that it even created a little pool on his leg. As the other moved him, he tried to move his body down to make his ass more available for the other. The previous guys had ignored that area completely, and he needed attention on it, or he was going to lose his mind. Just the mere feeling of Weston's spit against his hole was enough to get him going, which he showed by the way he moaned.

After hearing the other's instructions and the words "good boy" he followed them perfectly, taking a deep breath, his cock twitching against his leg as he felt the other pushing in. His groan harmonized with his as he closed his eyes and kept breathing, trying to take him in. "So…" he stopped for a second, trying to find the perfect word to describe how he was feeling "full, you feel so thick," he moaned, a rarity on him, since he usually bites his lips to not make a sound but at that moment he wanted the other to hear him, to know how he was making him feel.

[davidkarofskyindie]

Buck was putting on the sexy performance of his life, just enjoying the way he was whittling away at Damian’s self-control. The man was so hard to break sometimes, it was almost a game for Buck to try and get him to crack in the most serious situations but this was probably the most he’d ever gotten the man to break. He licked his lips as he just enjoyed the way that Damian looked him over, making him feel sexier than he’d ever felt in his life with just a single look.

It took everything Buck had not to cheer when Damian started coming towards him, almost looking hypnotised by Buck’s aching cock. He kept his eyes on the other man as he fell to his knees, the sign that Buck had definitely won, and let out a tiny little growl as the man got closer.

“Oh, you can have as much of a taste as you want baby” he teased, his hand sliding back on his cock till he was holding the base and moving just a little closer to his partner “Just tap my thigh when they pick up, I’ll pull out then… promise” he moaned before rubbing the tip of his cock against those lips, silently asking them to open before pushing his thick length into that mouth and slowly thrusting in and out, just enjoying the inviting warmth of his lover’s mouth.

[fadingobjectrp]

Damian was fighting with himself, trying not to go too far. He still needed to finish the damn call, but Buck wasn't making it easy for him. His growl still haunted his ears, forcing his brain to try and get another one out of him, but for that, he would need to use all his attention and body to tease and excite him even further, so he stayed in that fine line. One step deep in his lust, while the other stayed grounded on the other side.

The cop's hands started to shake a little, a consequence of how badly he was trying to control himself. The sight of the other offering his cock was devilish, just what he liked, so he allowed himself to cross to the other side for a moment. Damian opened his mouth and eagerly took him, pressing his lips against his cock, sucking at it while it slid in and out of his mouth. His free hand, which was resting against his thigh to tap it, moved to Evan's back, grabbing one of his ass cheeks to pull him forward. He needed more of him, he wanted to feel him at the back of his throat.

Damian was so lost in what was happening that he forgot about the phone against his cheek, not even the deep voice of his boss was able to pull him back. It took him a couple of seconds to remember he was on a call.

At that point, he didn't want to stop, so… he rested the phone on the floor, unmuting it while the hand that was on his boyfriend's ass forced him to stay deep inside his mouth. "Mhm…." he confirmed, unable to speak words, but that sound should suffice. "Mhm, mhm, mhm," he added quickly, not really caring, and now that he was finally free, he made sure to hang up before sliding his phone onto the floor next to them to get rid of it and continue.

It was like something clicked on him, because he quickly adjusted his position. Now, kneeling in front of his boyfriend, the hand that was on Buck's ass moved to be able to hold his cock while the other pressed the other's stomach to force him to lean against the wall. He finally pulled his cock out of his mouth and looked up, lust present on his face. "You are so fucking hot…" he added, before lining his cock with his lips one more time and starting to bob on it, his hand now exploring his torso and playing with his nipples.

[kaizsche]

JACOB ELORDI as JULIUS ON SWIFT HORSES (2025)

[lonelyheartedheathens]

Bartholomew let Kyle pull away without complaint for the time being, confident smile never leaving his lips. "I made a round, made my greetings," he confirmed. He didn't protest the other taking his arm and starting to lead the way to his best friend.

"Not how they deserve to be appreciated I'm sure," he hummed, being kind enough to keep his voice low over the din of the party. He did finally look at Kyle again properly, his smirk only growing.

"Oh, I think we absolutely need to be alone again after..." He trailed off playfully mocking. "If only so we can have a lovely little repeat." He bowed his head so he could let his lips tease the edge of Kyle's ear. "Because I'd love to hear you moaning for me again," he purred softly before picking his head up again and sipping his drink.

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"And how do they deserve to be appreciated?" Kyle added with a hint of irony in his tone, rolling his eyes to try to let the other know how ridiculous the phrase sounded. Noticing the way he looked at him, he seized the moment to take a glimpse at him too, hating how warm he suddenly felt.

"I don't think that's a goo–" the reporter started to say while shaking his head, but the moment the other moved closer, he stopped. His body immediately reacted to his closeness, his head moved slightly in his direction, and his lips searched his. Fortunately, the other went for his ear, otherwise, Kyle would've gladly kissed him back.

Kyle blushed at Bartholomew's words. He had to take a couple of breaths to calm down and not give in to what his cock was telling him, which was now semi-awake. "That was a one-time thing, there will be no more me moaning for you, that's not ok…" he added, but stayed where he was, wishing for the other to twist his arm and pull him into another room, bathroom, or stall where they can have that lovely repeat. "That was just a drunk fuck, nothing else."