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18+ indie smut rp please don't interact if under 18 triggering content will be present on this blog

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might archive this account big rip 

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Reblog if you RP on Discord and it's okay for people to PM you for a plot.

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PLEASE try to stay on task here

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The Way Way Back (2013, dir. Nat Faxon and Jim Rash)

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Jojo Rabbit (2019) dir. Taika Waititi

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you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town

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Milo Ventimiglia in Big Girls Don’t Cry by Fergie is not appreciated enough

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Colin Farrell as Jerry Dandrige in Fright Night (2011)

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Look, whatever it is you have, I will deal with it. Just let me in. KISS OF THE DAMNED (2012) Dir. Xan Cassavetes

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A Home at the End of the World (2004) dir. Michael Mayer

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Colin Farrell on The Ellen Show, January 2020.

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fvck-good-girls

Clara rocked from one foot to the other, patiently waiting for the yes or no answer that would decide her fate. She was home from college for the weekend and knew she shouldn’t have gone out, but couldn’t convince her friends to let her stay in. Peer pressure. Fuck. Finally after what seemed like forever, the man stepped to the side to allow her in and she sighed from relief. Thank God. He wanted her to tell her dad but that seemed like an impossible feat so she would worry about it later. Instead she bent down to gently place her shoes on the floor before looking around. It was eerily silent. No wife, no kids. It was almost uncomfortable. “That would be great… a shower and something to wear. Thanks again Patrick.” This was so weird. She should have gone anywhere else, now she ruined this poor man’s night. “I just… my dad said that if I ever was any trouble, to come to you because he trusts you. So that’s why I’m here. I’m really sorry.” Clara began to drunk ramble once more as she followed him around like a lost puppy dog.

Patrick took a deep breath, unable to help but feel the weight of the emptiness around him. Especially with her now in his home. Clara. Beautiful, and slightly intimidating. “I’ll grab you some clothes,” he told her, walking back to his room, grateful for the space to breathe as he grabbed her a pair of clean pyjama pants and a plain white t-shirt that would no doubt be too big for her.  Her dad would definitely trust him. They’d been friends for years. So maybe tonight was just a bad night, and it was simply impossible not to note the beauty of the young woman. After clearing his throat, he handed them over. “I was just gonna... Have a couple beers and watch the game. But there’s a guest room, and the shower is in the bathroom, just down the hall, there,” he told her and pointed to the door between his bedroom and the guest room. “We can do your laundry tonight, if you’d like,” he offered, actively not looking at her. He hoped she wouldn’t notice, and that he could have a few drinks while she was in the shower. If only to clear his head. “Don’t worry about it, kid,” he told her and cleared his throat. 

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svnliqhts

Oh, it was obvious Liam was eager to please right now. He wanted nothing more than to make the older man feel good, and to let him know he was he only one in Liam’s life. Sure, others might try.. and sometimes he did find it hard to fight temptation, but honestly? Liam didn’t want anything or anyone else. So the moment he was settled and smiling from the kiss, he let his attention drift and his hands wander to the others button and zipper. The boy made quick work of it, he was more than a little excited to free Adrien and once he did Liam licked his lips. He leaned in without hesitation behind his actions and let his tongue drag up the underside of his daddy’s cock, only to gently suck on the tip. Liam made sure to keep eye contact with him, not looking away even as he started to slowly bob his head.

Adrien was satisfied with not only how well he’d trained the boy, but also with his eagerness to please. Such a good boy. “Fucking hell,” he whispered, hand sliding up to grip his hair. Everything about the other was so captivating, Adrien couldn’t help but get territorial. The idea of someone else feeling as though they could touch him was enough to get his blood boiling. Of course, by now Liam knew how to diffuse his anger. Knew exactly how to drive him crazy. “Come on, quit teasing, baby,” he whispered, gently urging his mouth down. When it came to every other aspect of their sex life, Adrien was in charge. But whenever Liam had him in his mouth, it was a struggle to be dominant. He looked down into the other’s eyes, cheeks flushed, mouth slightly agape, already mentally storing all the ways he was going to ruin him after this. It almost wasn’t fair how infatuated he was with his boy.

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open to: f/m/nb plot: good old-fashioned moving thread connection: established relationship/a will they-won’t they friendship/new roommate/step-sibling coming to greet them??/old friend whose city he just moved to that he’s paying in pizza and beer to help him unpack/???

christopher was jotting down ideas, notebook balanced on his lap, pen in one hand, joint in the other as he balanced on his window sill, one leg out the window, the other inside. amidst the soft rambling of his thoughts, he heard a knock on the door and perked up, a soft smile forming on his face as he shouted out a quick, “it’s open!” before he closed his book and gently killed the cherry in the ashtray he kept on a sidetable beside the window, climbing in to greet his guest. “missed you!” 

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open to f Based on this (your muse is Alex’s assistant/secretary)

Going to meetings was always a bore, especially when he had to meet and discuss with his investors. At the very least he had his lovely assistant to accompany him. She gave him a way to entertain himself during these meetings. Were it just a conference call, he could have had her on her knees sucking him off, but since this meeting was physical, they had to be much more discreet. His hand rested on her thigh as they say across from a group of rich, old men complaining and telling him how to run his company. He hardly paid attention to them as his hand steadily crept up her leg and under her skirt. He’d specifically instructed her to remove her panties before they headed towards the meeting and was glad that she’d obeyed as his fingers met her bare folds. Leaning over, quiet enough so only she would hear him, he whispered near her ear, “try not to drawn any attention. Now write something down so it seems I’ve told you something work related.”

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being his assistant came with its downsides, but it also came with perks. the greatest of which, in her opinion, being the affair that had began quite suddenly and hadn’t yet lost its magic. the weight of his hand, full and familiar as it crept up her thigh made a lump form in her throat, though she had practice in keeping it discreet. she licked her lips once she felt him begin to tease her, hand coming up to graze the side of her face to reroute her focus for the split second it took for her to gain composure. when she heard his words, she nodded as though they was very official and important notes that needed to be jotted down. instead, what she wrote at the top of the page (that was obscured from prying eyes by a coffee mug, a stack of folders with an extra legal pad on top, and a small case for emergency stationary), i want you inside me. then she went back to pretending to be listening to whatever drivel they were being fed, pen coming up to rest on the side of her mouth as she slightly tilted the page toward him so he knew to read it.