well two can play that game.

(indie smut rp blog. 21+. please do not interact if under age. sexual and taboo images and works will appear here.) I wanted you to know That I am ready to go; heartbeat. My heartbeat. I wanted you to know whenever you are around, can't speak. I can't speak.

[ross-hollander]

I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

[wexfordandglenn-deactivated2024]

[decadentias]

"I WANT A BABY." THE words slipped out of her mouth mindlessly. She had put that thought on the back burner, but it had recently emerged. Perhaps, dealing with kids had stirred their longing for one. She and her late husband had once talked about having one on their fifth year, but they had never reached that point. They'd thought that they were content, getting married and experiencing a great love once in this lifetime, but they had been wrong.

open to: m / f / nb

[r00kiemistakes]

He shot a sideways glance, eyebrow cocked and his mouth slightly drawn open, almost as if he had to make sure he had heard her correctly. "A baby...? Are.. Wait, are you serious?" He asked, setting the book down on his nightstand before turning to face her in their bed a bit better, giving her his full attention now. "I mean, I'm not saying no.. I'm just.. clarifying."

Truthfully speaking, he himself had always thought about kids but never knew if he would enter a place in his life where he could be a good father. But he was always told that meeting the right person, someone he would see himself having kids with, would change his view and dash away his insecurities - and he supposed they were right, because he could only seriously see himself having children with her. "When did you realize this?" He inquired, smiling softly.

[nyctcphiliacs]

open to: m/f/nb muse: Charlie Bennett; the innocent

"Stop being such a baby! What's the worst thing that could happen?"

[r00kiemistakes]

He stalled for a moment, rolling his eyes slowly, dramatically even. "I.. Charlie, come on. You know I hate horror movies, what makes you think I would want to go in a haunted house?" He asked, peering over her shoulder and motioning towards the travelling carnival and accompanying haunted house that had recently set up in town. "Can''t you just accept that I'm a scaredy cat and we can move on?"

[neveraftcr-archive]

open to: w / m / nb

muse: rory maddox. 23 - 26. pastry chef & adrenaline junkie.

" for someone you claim to hate, i sure am on your mind a lot. "

[r00kiemistakes]

"For someone you claim to hate, you sure do hang around me a lot. There's other tables."

[bitchfiits]

open to ⟼ m/nb (21+)

connection ⟼ husband's friend/co-worker/brother, child's friend/boyfriend, pool boy, landscaper, handyman, neighbor.

music blared throughout the house, so loud it wasn’t until a break in between songs had april registered the heavy knocks rapping against the front door. quick to drop everything (literally, bottle of wine — a reward for finishing the housework — near close to shattering with the way she’d set it onto the counter), she rushed down the hallway. “oh my god, i am so sorry,” the apologetic greeting slipped through a fit of sheepish giggling, head dipping down to deflect from the tinge of embarrassment flushing her cheeks. “i really hope you weren’t standing there long … my singing voice isn’t exactly on par with beyoncé’s." even if she hadn’t been expecting anyone, it didn't stop her from easing the door open a bit wider. “please, come in."

[r00kiemistakes]

He hurried over quickly, nearly forgetting about his plans with Max. It wasn't a move of malice, however, it just slipped his mind as he prepared for his midterm at the end of the week. He had his phone remind him the day before, but as thoughts of trigonometry danced across his mind, it just as quickly vanished as the notification itself. He quickly knocked at the door, hoping his friend was still home before taking off to the party they were both supposed to attend. "Come on, Max!" He bellowed through the door, pounding once more against the frame. "Open up!" As the door swung open, he went to speak once again, ready to apologize when he noticed it wasn't Max who opened the door but instead... his mom. "Oh, uh, hey!" He greeted quickly, clearing his throat and laughing softly. "I'm sorry, I thought you were Max." He had heard the music inside but figured it was her son's as he got ready, in fact; he hadn't even thought April would be home. "Honestly, I couldn't distinguish the two voices so I think that makes you better than you think." He smiled, "Thank you." He slipped inside, looking around; it looked like someone was having a blast in here, but not his friend. "Is... Is Max home? Or has he left already?"

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

open to: any muse 21+ possible connection: older brother, co-worker of her father/brothers, anybody within the "family business", boyfriend, etc muse: katerina mccoy | early thirties | mafia princess/admin assistant | submissive - stubborn, sick of her family but also protective of them, definitely not a push over

"Did dad send you to check on me?" Katerina didn't turn around, staring out at the view of the city lights. One of her favourite spots these days, on the roof with a glass of wine. Her dad would have known that, and often would just come up to talk to her, but their relationship was a little on the rocks these days. Maybe it was because it felt like he was being more over protective then usual these days, or perhaps the anniversary of her mom's death coming up, but they were on edge more then normal. And it wasn't good to poke the bear. She was leaving her dad alone for a moment, he was leaving her alone too.

Her gaze dipped to her lap for a brief moment, the wine glass balanced carefully between denim covered thighs, as she sat on the little portable recliner on the roof, before eyes started to scan the city again, hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"M'fine, really."

[r00kiemistakes]

He chuckled lowly, leaning casually against the doorframe. He had only worked for the family for a few months, but it didn't take long at all for him to realize just how much of a prize Katerina was- not only to her father, but in general. "He did, yes." He answered finally, adding a nod for good measure before he slipped inside the room and closed the door behind him. He slowly approached her, running hands through his hair, slicking it back further.

He was instructed to check on her, but it hardly felt like work. Talking to her was easily a highlight of his day, and it game him a chance to take a break from being on high alert as one of her father's bodyguards on staff. "He sent me up here to just... check in, yeah, see how you're doing. Considering everything, you know, you don't have to be fine." He explained. "I would be devastated if I were in your position. Are you sure you're okay? I'm always happy to listen, and try my best to give good advice... although, I work for the mafia so I don't know how good I am at decision making, but I can try."

[int3nsely]

♡ ― open to: males, age gaps preferred ♡ ― plot: Josie’s really just a stressed out girl with a heart of gold and maybe her massage therapist finds her just a little more pretty than is suitable for a professional relationship. Dubcon allowed, she can be a virgin, he can use her friendship to his other client against her to manipulate her into whatever he likes.

♡ ― Josie’s really, really needed this massage. Her best friend’s a saint for getting her a gift card and sure, it’s a little more risqué than she usually is. She’s a workaholic, she’s a law-abiding and altruistic Christian. Her mom would be horrified if she knew she’d strip down in front of a man and get kneaded like a piece of dough by him, but once the initial reluctance subsides and she melts right into his touch, she begins forgetting all the stress from work and her family and the godawful unlucky dating life she has. This is nice, it really is. There’s a small gasp when she feels his touch graze her thighs but that’s just what a massage is, right? Josie ignores the shade of pink that appears on her cheeks and clears her throat when his hand wanders up a little too high for comfort. “That’s um… I’m sensitive, sorry.”

[r00kiemistakes]

Will had always been good with his hands, he had always been athletic, and he made more money in personal massage than he did in sports therapy. The tips were good, the clients were nice, and he could make his own hours. It was a pretty good gig and it helped him pay off debt and then some. As his hands guided down her back, he hummed, applying a bit more pressure underneath the pads of his fingertips. He knows he's going a bit far this time, but he can't help himself; he is tempting her, but still within professional boundaries. Just skirting along the edge. "Oh..?" He pondered, cocking a brow, "Sensitivity isn't a problem in this profession, I promise. Very normal to relax and feel the senses highten." Will promised lowly, running his hands along her thighs. "Does it feel okay?"

[lipsofdeath]

open to: m / mutuals & non mutuals

muse: nora spencer, 26, travel blogger

plot: your muse and mine hooked up before my muse realized yours was her sister's new fiance.

"funny, i don't recall you being on the guest list anymore." two timing her and her own sister? that's enough to evict him from their lives. or at least, hers. "does em even know you're here?"

[r00kiemistakes]

He scoffed, sincerely not expecting to bump into her tonight. It was a big enough house; he could avoid her- or so he thought. "Nora, hello." He greeted kindly, extending courtesy. "She does. How else do you think I knew there was a party going on tonight?" Will asked, cocking a brow. "Good to see you."

[r00kiemistakes]

OPEN TO: any F PLOT: you're my younger brother's girlfriend and you're at our lake house for the weekend. there has always been flirty vibes but I have to assure my brother he has nothing to worry about.

"Oh, shoot. Uh, occupied!" He yelled quickly as the door opened, a towel draped lazily around his waist. He was in the middle of brushing his teeth when he heard the twist of the knob, sounding more like an echo than coming from the room he was in. Jude furrowed his brows as he quickly rinsed his mouth, reacting quickly once the toothpaste was gone and the door was opening. "Shit, sorry." He laughed, grabbing down at the towel to keep it secure against himself as he spotted her. "I'm just about to hop in the shower. I guess the door didn't lock. Old house, not surprising." He laughed.

[r00kiemistakes]

OPEN TO: Any F! Mutual or otherwise :) PLOT: In a liberal arts college, it's easy to blend in unless you're the ultra creative type - they have a few classes together and always seem to gravitate together.

Leaning back on the picnic blanket they were sharing, Jamie laughed slightly, cocking his head to the side and positioning her head just slightly above the sun's setting illumination so the camera perfectly framed her. "You look beautiful. Just... hold still and let me capture the moment." He urged, offering a smile. "Just a few pictures. Just for us."

[darcystarlizzie]

Neighbors AU

Chapter 16

[lipsofdeath]

open to: m / f / mutuals & non mutuals

muse: monica de'fiore, 23, mostly unemployed but sometimes does a little escorting on the side to get into a good party

"two years later and you still haven't changed." frankly, she's not sure why she was even surprised. let alone, why she cared. but, she did. and she'd make damn sure they knew it.

[r00kiemistakes]

Pursed lips, his hip leaning against the doorframe; Jude couldn't help but chuckle to himself as she spoke. His eyes lingered for a moment too long as he took her in again, taking a small sip from his red solo cup before answering. Contemplating, teasing, dragging it all out - it was fun to wind her up. "Why change perfection?" The man joked with a grin. "Besides, I'm single now... Can't see what's the harm in a guy drinking, flirting, and having a little fun."

[r00kiemistakes]

Hello everyone! My name is Jack, I am 21+, and I'm a literate smut independent floater here on Tumblr!

I have been writing in various roleplays for over ten years now and have just returned to Tumblr RP as I have more free time now. I am passionate about most plots, including taboo, and basically just anything smutty and/or fun. I'd love to find partners to write with!

I match length and style, and I am very relaxed when it comes to reply times and never expect a timeline or put any pressure when it comes to writing or those I write with! Please feel free to drop me a line or like this post so we can plot. Thanks, all!

[gaybuckybarnesss]

JAKE GYLLENHAAL as Elwood Dalton for Road House (2024)

[tylerposey]

LEO WOODALL as Dexter Mayhew "1988" — One Day (1.01)

[toimoiluiii23]

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