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[sainthills]

               ＠SAINTHILLS.           ⸻         a  low  activity  +  semi - selective  independent multimuse  smut roleplay  blog  penned  by  romi  ( they/them,  29,  est ) featuring a roster of original characters and some canon characters. dddne / t.boo friendly.     personal  blogs  and  writers  under  21  dni. est 06 / 26. discord friendly.

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new to tumblr rp but not rp in general, pls be patient w me ... :o)

this blog runs mostly on a queue, with 3 scheduled posts a day. i will pop in and reblog things, especially in the middle of doing replies / working through drafts.

english is not my first language and ai use is not tolerated. any mistakes are my own and i will own up to them.

activity will likely be sporadic but mostly slow. if replies don't come immediately and / or consistently, please don't take it as a lack of interest.

no ableist, racist, transphobic, homophobic, zionist, antisemitic, islamophobic, fatphobic or fetishistic behavior or comments will be tolerated. 

i do not tag triggering content. feel free to block if necessary.

communication is key. yes, writing is a hobby, and yes, we are all adults. let's act like it. 

liberal use of the block feature. it's not you, it's me. i just don't want to see anything i don't want to see.

no specific banned faceclaims other than the obvious problematic ones. no politicians, no one under the age of 21, no one who has stated they do not want to be used and please, for the love of god, no one who is deceased. i will not block you if you use anyone i'm not comfortable with, i probably just won't interact with that particular muse.

last edited 07/03.

i love coming up with new characters and trying out new faceclaims, don't hesitate to hit me up if there's something you'd like to write! we can create something fun together. 

[ueberdemnebelmeer]

L’ARTE DELLA GIOIA — ‘The Art of Joy’ episode 2

[po1s0ns]

the conversation flew easily , her brother had caught his attention from across the table and started sharing war stories of past business endeavors together — meanwhile , his fingers danced across the front of her panties , putting a little more pressure down with every pass . oli didn't mind her nails digging into him , or the clench of her thighs ... in fact , he kind of enjoyed it . that she wasn't as pliant as some of the other girls he was used to ; just happy to sit beside him , willing to do whatever he wanted . this was more engaging , this was more stimulating for him . but he held steadfast in his efforts , laughter across the table , excitement from people telling stories , isabelle looking at everybody other than him . as his fingers worked against her , putting pressure but keeping a slow pace , he felt the coolness of her wetness build on the material .

there was a stirring in his own pants , a half - adjustment with his free hand as he leaned forward slightly on the table . there was a break in any direct conversation with him then , and he took the chance to look over at her , even if she was engaged in another conversation . oliver watched her face , her breathing , as he slowly moved the fabric of her panties to the side , fingers now fully present with her folds . there was a hint ( barely there ! ) of a smile on his face as he acted like he wanted to be involved in her encounters . " what are you talking about ? " he asked , tone light but non - committal . his head tilts slightly just to give more brevity behind his words , as if he even gives a fuck what mundanity she's involved in while his fingers tease the skin around her entrance .

[sainthills]

the  sound  of  her  brother's  voice  makes  isabelle  want  to  flee,  but  she  doesn't  turn  her  head  their  way  even  as  oli  starts  sharing  stories  that  she  should,  probably,  care  about.  she  wouldn't  be  able  to  meet  anyone's  gaze,  anyways,  and  she  wants  to  pretend  that  she's  managing  on  her  own.  that  her brother  can  trust  her  to  sit  at  the  table,  to  charm  the  people  around  her  with  the  same  ease  as  he  does,  to  pretend  she  doesn't  want  his  best  friend's  fingers  inside  her.  she  has  half  a  mind  to  storm  out  of  the  room,  but  any  sudden  moves  would jostle oli and  make  her  predicament  too  obvious.  she  shifts,  pretends  to  clear  her  throat  and  tucks  her  face  against  her  shoulder  as  she  does  so,  when  his  fingers  drag  along  the  mess  between  her  thighs. 

she  wants  to  lean  back  and  let  her  legs  fall  open,  to  see  how  far  oli's  willing  to  let  things  go  while  surrounded  by  so  many  people.  she  wants  to  rip  his  hands  off  her  —  except,  does  she,  really?  she's  so  wet  his  fingers  slide  against  her  with humiliating  ease,  and  isabelle  has  to  bring  her  glass  up  to  her  lips  again  in  an  attempt  to  muffle  the  noise  she  wants  to  make.  her  ears  must  be  bright  pink.  she  wants  to  glare  at  him,  but  she  doesn't  give  oli  the  pleasure  of  her  attention;  instead,  she  attempts  to  focus  on  the  conversation  she's  having,  and  thank  god  the  other  person  is  the  type  who  loves  the  sound  of  their  own  voice.  isabelle  can't  pretend  to  keep  up,  not  when  oli's  fingers  are  teasing  her  entrance  and  she  finds  herself  wanting, fighting the urge to shift until his digit slips in. it would be so easy.  his  next  question  is  one  she  almost  expected  —  isabelle  turns  to  him  with  a  placid  smile,  giving  his  wrist  a  brief  squeeze.  a  sign,  she  hopes,  he  will  catch.  “i  was  just  telling,”  her  gaze  goes  back  to  the  person  she  was  talking  to  —  she  has  no  idea  what  their  name  is.  one  hand  comes  up,  fanning  herself  with  a  small  frown.  “i  was  just  about  to  say  …  i  think  i  need  some  air.”   

[sophiethatchersource]

Sophie Thatcher at the 79th Cannes Film Festival.

[muyuun]

I LOVE. having multiple threads with my rp partners !! it’s like on some days i feel like writing long stuff, on others i feel more like writing short stuff, sometimes i’d rather write some intense situations, and other times i’m more in the mood for lighthearted topics. having several different types of threads with a person enables me to keep rping with them even if i’m stuck @ a reply for another thread we’re having !! it’s great, honestly !? if you wanna have 1 more thread or 20 more threads /w me that’s 10/10 👌👌👌👌 just write that starter or send an ic ask & we’ll go from there or hmu for plotting k man i love threads i love writing all the things

[geek-ramblings]

[dailywomen]

SAMARA WEAVING photographed by Jordan Kirk, 2025

[kittywriites]

— open ;; — based ;; 3rd bullet, and dominic's gonna make her an offer she can't refuse xo

"Honestly? When he made the offer, I thought he was bluffing — but here you are. Signed, sealed, delivered." Dominic appraised the young woman where she sat ( in the chair she'd been none too gently placed by the very men who had 'delivered' her ) with a clear and shameless approval in his eye. She really was quite a beauty, but then, that had been no secret. Dom supposed that was precisely why her father had known she was a card worth playing. "But I've got an offer for you now." he prompted with a shrug as he stepped closer. "I'm betting your old man thinks I'll keep you locked up like a dirty little secret; a fuckdoll I'll play with until I get bored and throw it away," He could have had a little more tact, but he wanted to be sure she knew the exact kind of deal her own father had been willing to make for her, versus what he was about to offer. "But I think we can do better than that. What I want...is a trophy." His gaze was dark, a victorious little smirk curling his lips as he leaned down, hands bracing on the arms of her chair. "I take you out. Parade you around town, buy you all the pretty things, and show you off while you're wearing them. And everybody believes I'm fucking his perfect little pride and joy. Happily." That approving, dark gaze appraised her once more and he quirked a brow. "Then maybe when you ask nicely, I'll actually fuck you — despite what your old man thinks, I like my women wanting."

[sainthills]

To say Alana was angry would be an understatement. Her jaw was set, shoulders stiff, and eyes fixed in a stubborn glare as she looked up at the man in front of the chair she occupied. She had always known her father to be a sniveling coward — a piece of work, her mom used to say when Alana was a kid — but this, although not entirely surprising, was a new low. He had promised her once, a long time ago, that he would keep her safe from his line of work; obviously now that she refused to play the role that was expected of her, that promise was no longer one he intended to keep. She could run, but what would that get her? The brutes that had dragged her in were probably just out the door, and even if they weren't, she wouldn't know where to go. She had no idea where she was. “And when you get bored?” She asked after she let the silence between them drag on. Her gaze didn't waver — she had always been a stubborn woman, prideful to a fault — not even when his gaze trailed down her body, and she allowed herself a moment to think that maybe, it could be worse. He was a good looking man, and it meant she would no longer be under her father's thumb. This role was one she could play. “When I get bored of being paraded around? When daddy dearest decides he's not interested in playing your games anymore?” He was the kind to go back on his word. She knew it firsthand. With a tilt of her head and a lazy curl of her lips, just to test the give of his patience, Alana added: “It will take more than a few pretty gifts for me to want to fuck you.” 

[sainthills]

i keep reblogging posts whenever i post a reply bc i get shy this is a disaster

[sophsun1]

Derry Girls – 3.04: The Haunting

[fatalgames-a]

❝ 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 / 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬.

where one or both muses are in need of help and / or comfort that could simply be fluffy or romantic – or lead to intimacy and / or sex. ( titled for easy reference. )

break-in.  my violent ex just tried to break into my apartment and you’re the police officer sent to investigate and wow , you’re so kind and understanding and protective and it’s been so long since i’ve felt safe around someone and i don’t want you to leave , can you please stay ??

getaway.  i’m the city slicker who stupidly took the wrong turn and crashed their car on the way to a small town airbnb cabin getaway , and you’re the local town doctor / nurse sent out to bandage me up and damn , you’re cute as hell and i keep making up excuses to prevent you from leaving just yet.

loss.  i am a recent widow / widower who is struggling to come to terms with everything , and you’re the neighbour i never bothered to get to know who lives down the street who went through the same thing several years ago , and you knock at my door to offer your condolences and help in packing up my partner’s things to donate to charity because they know that’s the hardest part.

injury.  i’m a retired professional athlete who was mildly famous back in the day who had to leave the game due to injury and now i coach little league / children’s spor.  you’re the new parent who rushes over to me when i hurt myself and– wait a minute ??  how did you know i had a bad knee ?? turns out you were a fan back in the day and you have no ring on your finger and your hand supporting my knee feels really good ?? and yeah , maybe i *do* need an x-ray… you could drive me to the hospital ??

disaster.  we met several years ago when both our partners / family members were killed in a natural disaster / freak accident and even though at the time we had a connection we weren’t in the right place to explore it. now at the one year anniversary memorial event , we meet again we’re both still alone without partners but the connection is still there and i think now it feels like the right time to go get a coffee.

strangers.  i’m the workaholic who always has to order takeout when i get home because it’s too late to cook and you’re the delivery driver who always gets assigned to me who knows me better than my colleagues do and we normally chat about how our day has been but tonight you’re not your usual self and you let slip your fiance just broke off your engagement and i end up inviting you in to talk about it / share the food.

teacher.  it’s parent-teacher night and the two of us get to chatting at the coffee machine and we both let slip we’re recently divorced and suddenly i realise you’re the teacher my kid keeps gushing about and now we’re talking about ‘extra support’ for my kid that he doesn’t even need just so we have an excuse to keep chatting.

city mouse.  i’m the city-lover who couldn’t wait to leave their small town after graduation who is now reluctantly back in town for a family event when my rental breaks down in the middle of the road , and you’re the stupidity attractive jock from my class who i used to fantasize about who offers to help me push my car to their mechanic shop.

vd.  it’s valentine’s day night and we’re both clearly single and waiting in line to order takeout at the local chinese restaurant by ourselves where it feels like we’re the only two single people in the city , and we get to chatting and laughing about our bad luck in love / our many failed relationships when the host / hostess mistakes us for a couple , and now suddenly we’re pretending we’re on a date so we can get the free valentine’s day dessert special ??

revenge.  i’m feeling bitter and vindictive about my cheating partner and i’m looking for revenge , and you’re the new , young , attractive junior executive who is clearly attracted to me because of my power and seniority , and suddenly i’m asking you to stay back late for your ‘ help on a project ’ that doesn’t even exist.

bonus !!

suburbia.  my dog keeps getting out and breaking into your yard and somehow formed a strong attachment to your– wait a minute , did you say ‘ nephew / niece ’ ??  so you’re not the married / family-obsessed neighbour i thought you were , but actually single and childless ?? suddenly i’m not mad at my dog anymore and inviting myself in for a coffee because i’m shamelessly single and Horny in Suburbia™

[honeybeehimbowrites]

@sainthills · ─ ·✶· ─ · · continued from here

"if it started eating you i would have to be the one to operate on you. and i don't know if i have it in me right now." he quipped back with a tiny lopsided smile that disappeared as quickly as it appeared on his face. "yeah. some might say you should have learned it the hard way, but i think it's okay after the busy shift we just had." people just needed to stay at home sometimes, then again dylan knew himself and he knew he would eventually get bored if nothing happened. people hurt themselves, even if you wished they didn't, they did and always would. "how do you feel? besides tired." he inquired, wondering where her head was at. as a man with a lot of experience he felt it was his responsibility to be there for the younger and new generation.

[sainthills]

“please  don't  make  me  think  about  operating  rooms  right  now.”  her  tone  was  a  lot  more  urgent  than  she  intended,  eyes  wide  and  bright despite her smile.  she  had  had  enough  for  the  day  —  couldn't  wait  to  do  it  all  over  again,  but  for  today  …  yeah,  ilana  couldn't  wait  to  head  out.  “honestly?”  she  looked  up  as  she  took  a  bite  out  of  her  sandwich,  humming  appreciatively.  “i  feel  kind  of  wired.  like  i  could  run  a  marathon.”  the  idea  alone  made  her  laugh.  “obviously  i'd  crash  before  i  made  it  to  the  finish  line,  but  i'll  probably  walk  home  to  get  it  out  of  my  system.”  she  was  smiling  as  she  said  it,  and  the  brief  moment  of  silence  that  settled  over  them  wasn't  awkward  at  all,  which  she  appreciated.  “what  about  you?  it  was  crazy  for  you  today.” 

[maxmcyfield]

ADÉLA & SOFIA WYLIE in MACHINE GIRL M/V

[honeyvce]

closed for @sainthills !

blake drained the last of his drink and set the glass down with a heavy thud, his dark eyes locking onto her across the crowded, noisy booth. without giving her a second to protest, he reached out and wrapped his fingers firmly around her wrist, pulling her flush against his chest as he stood up. "alright, we're done here," blake murmured against her ear, giving her rear a sharp, possessive smack that sent a jolt of heat straight through them both. "i'm tired of sharing you with this room, baby girl. we're going home so i can have you all to myself."

[sainthills]

zara  loved  when  he  got  like  this  —  that  intense  gaze  falling  on  her,  finding  her  immediately  despite  the  distance  between  them,  the  people  mingling  and  laughing  and  dancing.  a  breathless  laugh  tumbled  past  her  lips  when  his  fingers  wrapped  around  her  wrist  and  she  went  willingly,  placed  a  hand  on  his  shoulder  like  she  needed  his  help  to  right  herself,  like  he  wasn't  a  firm,  unmovable  line  of  warmth  against  her  body.  “i  don't  want  to  go  home  yet,  though,”  she  said,  the  hand  she  had  on  his  shoulder  moving  up,  until  she  could  tangle  her  fingers  in  his  hair,  yanking  when  his  hand  came  down  against  the  curve  of  her  ass.  her  lashes  fluttered.  “i  wanted  to  dance.  you  promised,  blake.” 

[rhettroblues]

There is a right way and a wrong way to do things. I'm aware. You've said that like 600 times. Didn't your mother ever teach you any of these things? No, she didn't stick around long enough to teach me anything.

LEWIS PULLMAN as Cameron Cassmore REMARKABLY BRIGHT CREATURES (2026) — dir. Olivia Newman

[sammy-bryant]

SHAWN HATOSY as TITUS DANFORTH Ready or Not 2: Here I Come (2026)

[zartha]

Lili Reinhart as Apple FORBIDDEN FRUITS (2026) dir.: Meredith Alloway