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𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼

[ickybby]

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welcome, this roleplay blog is home to several characters. they range from my ocs to my reinterpretations of mythological or divine beings, such as greek gods or biblical divinity. the writing on this blog explores concepts such as the fall from grace, repressed and female rage, the turbulence of early adulthood, and hedonism. darker themes present may include cult influence, loss of innocence, suicidal ideation, obsession, purity culture, and varying degrees of violence. minors yeet yourself or get yeeted

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hi hello howdy! i’m maite (my - teh). please be over 18 to interact with this selective-ish and smut heavy rp blog! i’m in my 20’s :) like previously stated, this blog is gonna be smut heavy and light on the trigger tagging (but not on the triggers themselves) so do with that what you will. i love exploring dark themes, taboo topics, and toxic relationships and characters without spending a lot of time bubble wrapping posts via a million tags to cover all the morally dubious concepts a character dynamic may contain. if the topics mentioned are triggers for you this particular corner of the internet might not be your cup of tea, and that’s all good! my activity isn’t always consistent, disability is rough. all in all, i hope you enjoy your time here + feel free to leave if you no longer want to hang. personal blogs get blocked, i'm besties with the block button. any hate or intolerance is your waste of time

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[ickybby]

Hi, do you rp with people who only use text?

yeah!! its actually my preferred method :)

[ashencoat]

Ashe didn’t enjoy the looks their company were giving his wife. But they had to keep up appearances. The couple visiting them were staunch supporters of the very system Ashe and Luna despised and who were on the local committee trying to keep A/B/O traditionalism in place. But Ashe had to now be a bit cruel to save face. Because if the other couple caught wind of the fact they were collectively trying to produce illegal heat suppressants, the situation would be far worse for them. And it’d be worse for Mirie, Ashe’s daughter from a late partner, if she was found to have a father and stepmother who were committing such a crime.

But something was off. Because her heat wasn’t usually this intense. Clearly their last test batch wasn’t just a failure, but actively had put her in a worse condition than normal. Just trying to focus while her slick leaked through her already soaked panties and her pheromones flooded the room, he had to struggle through his rut to keep her from saying anything more dangerous. So he got up and pulled her to the couch and into his lap, and bent her over his knee, spanking her.

“Luna, I told you we had company. You’re being rather cheeky to initiate that kind of roleplay when we have guests.” He looked to the couple sitting across the room who were clearly unhappy that they’d heard such borderline heresy from his wife, a woman who publicly was known to be a proper omega. But also noticed that they were definitely enjoying the view as he popped her another good one. “You have to excuse my wife, Cynthia and Gerard. Lu likes to be a brat and pretend she’s trouble when she’s having particularly strong heats. But I do have to cut our visit short. I’d rather not be a rude host and have you two have to be here while she stinks up the room. We’ll talk later on the phone once I deal with this miscreant of a heated goofball.” Thankfully the couple seemed to buy the lie, and excused themselves from the apartment so the lovers could have their privacy.

But once Ashe could hear their footsteps fade, he turned to Luna. “Seriously!? Did you not check your phone or the calendar!? I told you the Hendersons were doing another couples’ inspection.” But he just as quickly calmed himself. It wasn’t her fault, but then he was almost immediately focused on her wonderful scent and brought her close. “The batch clearly failed…” She’d watch her usually put together mate and best friend’s eye and face growing intense, as well as the tightening in his pants. And the growl in his voice clearly meant the inner wolf was also coming into play, something he usually had 100% control over. “You. Me. Cold Shower. Now.”

[ickybby]

chest rises and falls with shaky breaths. the room is stifling with her scent. the friction of the social faux pa is tangible, her desperation and panic rising like her temperature. her brain scrambles for clarity, anything to throw together a passable excuse to keep everyone safe. disguise the threat away. thankfully ashe is far more composed than she is. though the risk of that being compromised was growing by the second. when he whisks her off her feet to bend her over the knee she's half confused, half relieved to feel ashe's grip hold her in place with firm ease despite her squirming. the rational part of her brain is completely offline at this point, for her to bypass the shame that would've come from being manhandled into such a compromising position. the sting is intimidate, a sharp yelp brought forth by the force of his hand. it makes it so much worse. fucking leave. that's her most coherent thought, tightening around nothing, aching to be filled. she second smack draws out a soft moan. something she tries and beautifully fails to keep hidden. luna would apologize, if she could find a way to form words rather than sounds of pleasure instead. her face must've flushed three deeper shades of pink before the front door shuts behind their company. luna's regaining her balance when he snaps. the hurt hasn't finished settling on her face when he softens for her, bringing her in as she buries her face in his chest. voice muffled as she half mumbles half pants out a timid, "i did know, but it happened so quick... everything's too intense..." her voice fades into a whimper as the rumble in his chest takes the air out of her lungs. her body moves before her mind registers it. she's pressing herself against the tent forming in his pants. the straps of her dress are the first things to fall. though it takes less than a blink for the material to cascade completely off her body. she slips out of her slicked panties, soft pale skin shining with the sheen of sweat. she has to stand on her toes, bare chest pressed tight against him as she presses a quick kiss to his lips. she would know better, if she wasn't operating solely on instinct. she turns, practically bolting down the hall, heart shaped ass bouncing while she darts to the bathroom.

[ickybby]

@shwbusiness they've had a rare moment of respite from the world of responsibilities and prying eyes. addie's old roommate invites her to a housewarming party. and after a night of normalcy and fun they're curled up on the corner end of the sectional. her thighs resting comfortably over his lap, happily sharing and munching on the orange slices she requested. "i was obsessed with citrus during my pregnancy. like i was fighting off scurvy. a scurvy?" the slight buzz, the vulnerability in the lack of space between them while they danced at that party and while they unwind on the couch leaves her mind wandering both to nostalgic and theoretical places. in hindsight, with how far they've come... the uncharted waters the parents are navigating in terms of their feelings. there's an unavoidable pang of regret adelaide feels, knowing she chose to wait until after their son's birth to contact dakota. but she's a hopeful romantic. forever suspended in the delusion that everything happens for a reason. things just happen the way they're meant to. her pitch softens with vulnerable honesty. "i'd do it again. not eat oranges like i'm addicted, i mean sure. they're great. it's just-sometimes i picture kodi with a sibling. but you're always part of that equation." she won't mention the worries that creep in when she pictures being with dakota, because there's no way her relationships. romantic or otherwise, don't impact her child. "i don't miss us in the sense that i'd go back... when we've come so far. grown like this." no, it's a fucking pull for something so familiarly unknown that it leaves this aching in her chest. "lord. how can you even miss something that could be?"

[devouredher]

there was no doubt now that he had her completely hooked. and perhaps in some way, she had him too. even though everything was according to his plans, she was getting him in a way no other woman has. he was already building a life with her. already planning the many ways he would get her pregnant, and perhaps keep her pregnant. now that the thought had formed in his head. pictures of her round and swollen. for the whole world to see, it made him prouder than any awards he could ever win. it was a different kind of victory for him. "anything for you, my darling." he pressed a soft kiss on her lips. as soft as his kisses can be as the grip on her round ass tightened, using her weight to move her up and down on his cock to meet his harsh, possessive thrusts. "fucking miss this so much, baby.. feeling your tight pussy like this. no one else can compare." for once he was being truthful. he's fucked countless of women before, during, and after their relationship, and no one seemed to hold a candle on her. he pressed his forehead against her before his eyes looked at the camera still filming them at the moment.

[ickybby]

for once, she buys that nothing will come between them save for a growing belly. that thought, paired with those deep, rough thrusts and the rubbing of her clit against his stomach leaves her walls contracting around him, milking his cock with her first orgasm as his grip bruises her cheeks. even before the after shocks have settled in, there's a nagging thought in her hazy brain. it leaves her speaking as if on autopilot. her lips graze the shell of his ear, moans spilling out before words do. soft enough the camera would fail to pick up the words. "a-anything? the video doesn't go up without a signed prenup, until after the honeymoon. a-and a positive pregnancy test. or i'll get my lawyers involved." the little shit has been able to cry on cue since before she could drive. then their foreheads are touching again, in what appears to be a tender moment of intimacy rather than them dragging each other down to hell. she's been taught to capitalize on chaos through timing and charm. "i can't wait to have your babies, have a ring around my finger." it's almost wholesome, "my tits are going to get huge."

[ickybby]

muse: pick one my mamal idc plot: sex in the tesla revolutionary ik connection: uhhh he said he was going to get the windows tinted. these don't look tinted, and the man driving the semi next to them looks like he could use the autopilot feature, considering the swerving. could the man be blamed? she's squealing, squirming in their lap as they knead a breast in one hand and tweak her erect nipple with the other. "but da-aaa-ad, they're gonna fuckin' see! ow-" lilted voice gasps out. the hand that's not busy rolling a pert nipple between the pads of his fingers tangles at the roots of her hair and tugs. hard. with one fluid motion, she's been rearranged like a fucking prop. cheek shoved against a thigh. he's made quick work of unbuckling and unzipping. "do guys get embarrassed, when other guys see their-" she's choking before she's shoved to the base of their cock. gagging and tearing up around him is still somehow the kindest way he's told her to shut the fuck up.

[ickybby]

hey hello howdy i’m still alive i hope y’all are too <3 i’m going to take myself out on a lil dinner date and then come back and fuck around on here. considering this a starter/plotting call. or don’t. idc i’m just happy to be back :3

[ickybby]

sometimes i’m like “how did u create entire rp community events and like plot with doubles and like post headcanons and edits and live tweet shit like it was your job.” and then i remembered that i was a traumatized teenager with parents for bullies so it makes sense i found community online and anywhere that wasnt home

anyway i miss y’all, i miss writing. thank you to everyone who continues to engage with me when i know my communication skills r ass. love love love y’all. u get smooches if u want ‘em. but only if u want ‘em.

[ickybby]

hi hi like all three of my jobs + my PMS are keeping me booked n busy and my anniversary is coming up soon so i really wanna figure out something special for my person. i don’t have much time + energy to be active here lately but miss y’all and love lurking and checking in on y’all okie byeeeeeeed

[veryunfaithfulmilf-blog]

[ickybby]

omg guys i'm a wasp whisperer.

i was smoking weed cause i got my back blown out, and it's so fucking sore, okay. but i have adhd so i'm distracted when i should be high, and then i realize i let a hornet in this bitch with the door open. for some reason, the yellowy-red wasps have started listening to me and fly around me when i sit my ass out there and announce that i'm smoking and that i want them to leave me tf alone like i want to leave them alone. so instead of panicking, i opened the door wider and told the hornet to get out. and it fucking landed on a lamp fixture. like it was comfortable. so i lost my shit and pelted it with a dog toy while cussing it out, letting it know it was either leaving or i was getting it out dead or alive. i was done being picky. it booked it. i've never seen those hornets fly gracefully before until today, when that little bitch booked it for the great outdoors.

[ickybby]

girl i think you were shadow banned again! this website hates you 😭😭😭

they just HATE to see a bad bitch thriving 🔪 🔪🔪

[pigeonsplayground]

your kidnapper forces you to cum before bedtime so often that it’s become part of your routine. then they stop for a while and it affects your ability to fall asleep. imagine your shame when you have to go beg them to help you cum so you can go to bed

[succinsaccharine]

angry sex but im not mad at my princess. instead ive come home upset over something at work or about my day and my pretty girl lets me work out my frustrations on their cunt. just lays there and lets me take what i want like such an obedient mindful slut. slamming my cock into their pussy and i can't help the growl crawling up my throat because im so worked up.

"you're my good girl, and my good girl is gonna be useful for me, right? fuck im so pissed, you're gonna let me fuck your pussy to destress? my pretty princess is gonna do this for me, right? gonna be so so wonderful and lovely taking my cock so hard and deep until i feel better."

gonna fuck them into the bed over and over and they're whimpering and moaning and sobbing but they still say like the good girl they are: "it's okay daddy, i can take it. mhm im your stress toy, feels so good, just keep going. as much as you want daddy, im yours to use, i cum so hard when you're angry, please fuck me more"

[stalkerr-daddy]

Spending all of my time watching you and obsessing over you from the hidden cameras i installed in every room of your house. Learning every little thing about you. Learning your entire routine, and all of your favorite things, your favorite foods and drinks, your favorite shows and books, your favorite activities. Learning how you decorate your room, down to the very last detail. When I kidnap you, and finally make you mine for the rest of your life, I will make sure I have made you a room identical to your old one, I have everything in there, all of your stuffed animals, all of your sentimental items. All of your favorite objects and activities. I will make the perfect home for you, I want you to feel comfortable. I want to show you that you’re safe now, you’re my pet now. And you’re mine for forever baby.

[bitelove]

open: f/m/nb 25+.

plot: your muse is having some trouble at home and is staying with mason. just some fluff and angst. feel free to assume connections. age gaps and d.addy kinks are welcomed.

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they don't have to say anything for mason to know what they're thinking. the look on their face says it all. something's going on at home. he won't ask, because he knows it's not any of his business. but if they want to talk about it, he is more than willing to listen. so instead, he lets them sprawl out on top of him, with the side of their head resting on his chest. one hand holds at the knee where their leg is draped over him, while his other hand runs up and down their back in a soothing rhythm. "you could stay another night," he suggests in his soft, low voice as he attempts to angle his head to get a better view of their face, just to try and see what they're thinking about. "another week..." he continues with a modest shrug. a small, sympathetic smile on his face as he brushes a bit of their hair out of their face. "forever, perhaps." he adds, more as a joke, and quietly chuckles at himself for that.

[ickybby]

baby blues are still red-rimmed, but the puffiness has gone down in volume just like the sounds of her sniffling cries. back home, there’s not much room to feel anything other than stressed and angry. not with her parents constantly bitching about their financial woes, bickering about a divorce that will never happen, demanding more and more from their daughter's paychecks, and overall labor. as if she could guarantee the family’s stability with a pair of pointe shoes, a repertoire, and a silly childhood dream she clung to into adulthood out of obligation. with mason, she doesn't just have the space to feel whatever disgusting, complicated emotions she wants to rip out of her chest. she's also started to experience... serenity, with the safety net of his comfort to keep her steady when she falls into despair. it feels like a fucking trap. “—mmmh?” pearly whites chew on her bottom lip while taking the offer into consideration. daydreams about it for a few seconds too long, her heart aches. sitting heavy in her chest while she envisions forever as best as one can when the most consistency they've experienced is in people's cruelty. a future that she can't quite picture but craves with all her might. “you say that now.” despite her snort, cherry does want to lengthen her stay, hell. cherry’s not even sure she ever wants to leave. not that she'd admit it. “but what happens when forever ends, and you get sick of me? you sure you got another week left in you? i'd be happy with just another night.” she's learned to survive off crumbs of affection for so long now that anything more seems needlessly indulgent.

[slccpover-deactivated20260601]

♡ plot: y/m just got a visible body piercing ( nipples , belly button , etc . ) and shaun has to embarrass them about it ♡ muse: shaun slater . 33-37 . bisexual . hard dom . mercenary . psychopath , cruel , sarcastic . ♡ related kinks: bondage , branding , breathplay , choking , creampie , double penetration , dubcon , facefuck , humiliation , exhibitionism , marking , noncon , ownership , rimming , size difference , watersports .

" you look like a fuckin' cum dumpster with that thing , " shaun offers around a mouthful of parfait , cream frothing at the corner of pale pink lips , nudging his chin in the direction of the obvious poke of metal under the café lights . " lookin' to set off metal detectors , or , like do you just hate your parents ? "

[ickybby]

her slender arms are covered, from shoulder to fingertips, with tattoos. the dark green slip dress, though short in length, still obscures most of the ink on soft thighs, around her chest, and lower back. the silky material and its black lace trim do nothing but accentuate the sore, stiff peaks and the metal adorning them. her temper flares, a calculating brow arched with disdain. yet fawn isn't sure if she's angry that he's so casually degrading or if she’s angry that she enjoys it so much. in a flash, she’s snatched his parfait to get a taste of the sweet-looking treat for herself in retribution. “mmm, rude. but this... this is delicious, by the way. nice taste. —- and you can’t can’t hate someone ya’ don’t know; and i don’t know my daddy. i don’t feel any type of way about my momma, neither. i think she might’ve had too many kids, but that’s about it. i got these,” hands gently cup full, pert breasts. slightly wincing when gravity bounces them back down when her hands leave her chest. “‘cause i think the little fangs look so cute... and i’m running out of space to tattoo myself. figured finding out the difference between a tattoo gun and a piercing one would scratch that itch i have to get another.” it didn’t, because she’s a masochist at heart. but that’s neither here nor there.