was pciscns . nsfw 18+ indie rp

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rachelberryrps:

when people say they want to rp with me

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watercddown:

wanted: f/nb. this can be real or just a scene they’re playing out. can be a kidnapping, master/slave?? feel free to come up w/ your own. open to dub-con/possible non-con but i’m hesitant. any connection is fine, even taboo.

“i wanted you and now you’re all mine…” baby’s words drifted off as she trailed a hand over the other girl, the one on her hands and knees in her sprawling four poster bed with her wrists and ankles tied. she’d wanted her like this, for so long and seeing her there, finally, already had her wet. “we’re gonna train you to be my good little girl.” she said, her soft palm coming down to slap her ass before a grin formed on her face, a practically evil look. “first lesson: you have to call me mommy.” she told her, moving so she was eye level with her as she finally removed her gag. “can you say that for me?” 

unable to speak due to the gag in her mouth, lucy can only let out a strangled whimper as she felt the other girl’s hand roam her skin, goosebumps erupting where her hand had been. one of lucy’s biggest kinks was roleplaying, and being dominated, so it was no surprise that her exposed pink heat was glistening with anticipation as she nodded. “y-yes mommy,” she answers, azure eyes wide as she licks her lips, shaking her hips in impatience. “mommy, when do i get to touch you?” she asked, chewing on her plump lower lip, squirming slightly.

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wreckingdetriment:

Morgans girlfriend was Peach Star. A youthful pop singer that attracted a million followers. There was some strain on their relationship, and he had started a fling on the side with Anya: another successful up, and coming artist. He was managing both them, and it had gotten tricky. “Moooorgan?” Peach mouthed, the tan diva flicking her dainty hand in front of his face. “What do you think of the Bahamas for our four way, vacay?” She asked but he toned it out again. Gasping softly at the fingers just over his dick making him squirm. “S-sounds great..” The ecstasy was kicking in as a bonus

anya had always had some competition with the other popstar --- just her name had the brunette roll her eyes with annoyance. it was part personal revenge, part lust that had her start her affair with morgan. she had always wanted him, but even more when it was behind peach’s back. the more the other girl spoke to morgan, the more precise her touches became. “dare me to get you off in front of your girlfriend?” anya spoke to the male, making it look like she was talking business in his ear.

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sleepwalkcr:

     the ambiance of ashleigh’s surroundings were contagious. it was the first time that she was surrounded with such elite and important persons, all because she just happened to be seeing someone who was involved with the industry. there was something about being sectioned off inside that club, with other important people, that set ashleigh’s desires higher than they’ve been before. mix that with alcohol and the fact that she got into a fight with her significant other only moments prior, ashleigh wanted absolutely nothing to get in the way of her enjoying herself. she refused to say no to anything that night. that included when she felt an unfamiliar touch brush against the outskirts of her dress. it was such a minuscule effort, but it made asleigh feel wanted, so there was close to no hesitation as her body reacted by spreading her thighs further apart. the only other thing she does to acknowledge the other is catch their gaze, her lips curving into a smirk once that happens - they still had a crowd of people, after all, so there was no need to cause too big of a scene. 

anya gave a smirk as she felt the other’s legs open to her touch, hiding her smug expression by taking another sip of her drink. emerald hues met with amber ones as she let her hands slide further up, fingers brushing against the fabric underneath the other’s dress, slowly -- the only real cover they had was the sleek black table that was in front of them. “i’m anya, it’s great to meet you,” she speaks to the other girl, grinning at her as everyone surrounding them had been distracted by someone else’s story, offering anya the perfect moment to move in on the girl. though as she speaks, her fingers move in a harsher manner against the other female’s clothed heat, making sure her movements from her wrist and up are minimal. her own abdomen was stirring with want --- anya always got what she wanted, and that seemed to be the girl beside her, for now.

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( open to: m/f/nb. wanted connections: friend, significant other, stranger, manager, significant other’s friend, best friend’s significant other, etc. )

long, dainty fingers are swirling the half-melted ice cubes in her glass of whiskey as bright eyes watch the other in the dimly lit vip section of the club. her award sits snugly beside her, and her hand on their thigh starts to slide upwards slowly. she’s hyped up on drugs, alcohol, and her own ego from winning such a prestigious award for writing a hit song, and even though they’re surrounded by body guards and a few close friends, the hunger in her eyes shows that she won’t be sated until she gets what she wants. now. anya lets her fingertips ghost across their crotch, laughing innocently at a joke made by one of their friends as she applies pressure to her lazy caresses.

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scnsation:

Elise sighed, watching as Casey made herself comfortable on the couch. Her texts had definitely stirred something in her, but her pride was too strong for her to admit it out loud – there was no way she would. “Case, you’re drunk and you think this is a good idea, but it’s not,” she shook her head, walking over to sit down on the couch but putting a considerable amount of space between her and the brunette. She pulled her knees up to her chest, her arms hugging her legs as she looked over at her ex, ignoring the familiar feeling of heat pooling low in her stomach. “You can have your vibrator back but that’s it.”

casey simply laughed at elise’s dismissal, shrugging. “maybe i’m a LITTLE tipsy, but really, can you blame me?” the brunette asked as she watched the other sit much too far away from her.  “as far as i can recall, we had probably like, the best sex ever,” she grinned, answering her own question before scooching nearer on the couch. “okay, but i’m going to HAVE to test it out, make sure it’s still functional, you know...”

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scnsation:

Elise was just about ready to go to bed when her phone vibrated on the bedside table. Sighing, she reached out for it only to have her eyes widen as she saw the familiar name on the screen. The girl barely finished reading the texts before she rushed to the door, dressed only in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties. Pulling it open, she immediately crossed her arms over her chest at the sight of her clearly drunk ex. “Casey, you can’t just show up like this,” she sighed, though she ushered the brunette inside – she didn’t want her out this late when she was drunk. “Not to mention how inappropriate those texts were.”

her eyes widen in surprise at the quick answer -- she was expecting to wait at least a little bit in the hallway. she pouted at the blonde’s words, cocking her head. “why not? i miss you. i know you miss me,” she spoke as she walked inside, kicking off her heels at the familiar setting. “they weren’t exactly inappropriate, they were true. and you’d be lying if you told me you don’t want what i want right now,” she spoke confidently, settling in on the couch as she looked at the girl. it almost hurt to look at elise -- she was just as beautiful as ever.

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she’s stumbling into the dimly lit apartment corridors, her iphone reading 3:36 a.m. the impressive quantity of tequila shots that had been served to her during the night had finally caught up to her – and her sex drive. her heat was burning with desire, and from all the contacts in her phone she could have texted for a fix, she settled on the one person who could make her cum time and time again – her ex.

[ text: i’m outside your apartment, i’m horny as hell, i’m not wearing any underwear, and all i can think of right now is you sitting on my face. ] [ text: i know you kept my favorite vibrator too. i want that back. ]

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( open to: f/nb. sister’s best friend. )

it was wrong. wes knew that much. but his sister had fallen asleep during the movie and her best friend was sitting so close beside him, hand innocently grazing his thigh, and he couldn’t help it. under the blanket they were sharing, glancing quickly at the armchair his sister was lightly snoring in a few feet away, his hand crept up the younger girl’s thighs, unable to believe his luck that she’d been wearing a skirt. skilled fingers tenderly rubbed against her clothed heat, slowly so he could gauge her reaction.

[occasionalrpmemes]

RPers, please reblog this if you’re ok with para responses that don’t include dialogue.

        Often it seems like an expectation that dialogue will be exchanged in every para response, but sometimes characters are nonverbal, or don’t have anything to say, or are in a situation that would make talking impractical. If the writer puts enough attention into describing their actions, though, there’s still plenty to respond to even without dialogue.         Non-dialogue responses are not “going nowhere.” Non-dialogue responses are not “filler.” Non-dialogue responses are not non-responses.

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too hungover to think of new starters, so check out my all time favorite starters: HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE & HERE.

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based !

“honey, i ran out of shampoo, could you come here and give me a new bottle?” alessandra’s calling out for her partner through the loud sounds of the shower, a towel wrapped around her torso as she waits for him to come in. “hey. i’m almost 100% sure we’re filmed and mic’ed up – they clearly don’t buy…this,” she speaks, just loud enough for him to hear her, but not loud enough for the microphones to pick up anything except the noise of the shower. “my solution? good, honeymoon-phase couple sex. like, now. we need to make them believe it or we’re both dead.”

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SNAPCHAT ; PRINCESS

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dcrktimcs:

CARMEN: welcome back babe  CARMEN: you know he wouldn’t have liked that very much  CARMEN: and i ain’t here to deal with his hissy fits or his mother’s shit  CARMEN: i only got 15 minutes before my shift starts tho, patience???

CARLY: you say that like they matter CARLY: call in sick?? CARLY: i’m not feeling very patient CARLY: don’t make me start without you

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SNAPCHAT ; PRINCESS

CARLY: i’m back from vacation :-) CARLY: still think you should’ve ditched your boyfriend and come with me CARLY: i didn’t fuck one hawaiian girl, i was just thinking of you. CARLY: come over and reward me, baby?

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