99.7fm

semi-selective indie rp blog. eighteen plus. mdni.

[smokehourfm]

what’s good? i’m bronte, 27 / he/him / cst, getting back into the swing of things here in the tumblr rp world. you can find my rules and a list of my muses below. while this blog will be smut focused, i enjoy plotting things outside of smut too. this page will probably be a perpetual work in progress.

wishlist. wanted opps. open starters. memes.

Rules:

Overall, this is a place where I come to have fun, relax, and escape the stresses of life for a bit. I’m typically around more on the weekends, sporadic replies throughout the week, but most of my time is dedicated to anything happening in real life. Please be patient with me when it comes to reply speeds. And if you’re someone who needs constant replies, then I’m probably not the partner for you.

Please be over the age of eighteen, preferably over the age of twenty one. As this blog and writing will contain adult themes, minors do not interact. Please have your age listed somewhere clearly on your blog.

I love to plot pre-established things, but any of my open starters are for grabs. Feel free to tag me in random starters too if we’re mutuals.

I only write with muses that are of age, and with real life face claims—no animated face claims. I write original characters, but I have no problems interacting with your canon characters as well.

I enjoy everything: slice of life, romance, angst, drama, supernatural, fantasy—you name it and I’m game for it. I write m/f, m/m, and m/nb pairings, with me playing the male character in every scenario.

No racism, sexism, transphobia, or homophobia will be tolerated here. I’m black and gay, my muses are all poc and identify as pan/bisexual, and that is to be respected.

I have no qualms about creating muses specifically for plots that I'm interested in, so if none of mine fit anything you're thinking of doing, we can discuss a new one!

Kinks and limits can be discussed in ims.

Discord is also available upon request. My response time if we’re writing on discord can be slower, fair warning.

Muses:

Omari Langston (Kofi Siriboe) a successful, slick talking lawyer from the south side of chicago. twenty nine.

Taj Ellison (Devin Craig) a genius hacker, college student, and track athlete. twenty one.

Kendrick Maddox (Jalen Hurts) a former professional athlete turned mentor and coach for at risk youth. twenty six.

Nasir Vaughn (Damson Idris) a former college debate champion, now an investigative journalist. thirty.

Julian Carrington (Keith Powers) silver spoon fed rich boy turned event planner. thirty.

Elias Priest (Trevante Rhodes) an ex con turned late night radio host. thirty five.

Reggie Neal (Omari Hardwick) a combat medic turned trauma counselor for veterans. forty nine.

Donovan Tate (Jordan Calloway) a fireman with a penchant for carrying other people’s pain. thirty two.

Solace Saye (Diggy Simmons) poet and mixed media artist craving impact as opposed to attention.

Jace Hart (Lucien Laviscount) a street racer from the UK. twenty seven.

Tavon “Flex” Briggs (Ja’Marr Chase) a former football phenom turned luxury car detail and social media personality. twenty five.

Sincere Westbrook (Stefon Diggs) football player for Houston Texans.

Darius Cross (Lance Gross) a slick and commanding CEO with a few shady secrets of his own. forty-three.

Malcolm “Mack” Trenton (Method Man) community mentor, former street hustler, and full time mechanic. fifty four.

Marcellus "Cell" Wilder (Mason Gooding) UX designer by day, indie game dev and digital artist by night, nerdy turned hot. twenty-seven.

Cameron Ward (Michael B. Jordan) a former boxer turned recovery sponsor who wears his pain like armor. thirty-six.

Ty Coleman (Jacob Latimore) works at best buy, dreams of being a big time music producer, smokes a lot of weed. twenty-six.

Avery Knox (Aaron Pierre) political strategist & fixer, think British male Olivia Pope. thirty-three.

Zev Malhotra (Anirudh Pisharody) a part-time personal trainer and a full time stripper. twenty-eight.

[pierresource]

Aaron via Instagram (6/7/25)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AARON 🥳🎉

[men-in-4k]

ANTHONY KEYVAN as Q Shabazian XO, Kitty S2:E02 · 2025

[sugartclking-archived]

Jamie didn't move at first. The brush of Tavon's knuckles lingered like a brand. Just skin against skin, but it cracked something open in him. He could still feel it; it was alive and buzzing in his fingertips. Tavon pulled back like it burned, mumbling an apology, but Jamie didn't look away this time. He watched him. Watched the way Tavon rubbed the back of his neck, the way his jaw clenched tight as if trying to hold something in. Watched the way he avoided eye contact like it might undo him. Something shifted in that moment. Jamie didn't say a single word. He slowly set his water down that he picked up without even realizing, like he didn't want to spook whatever fragile thing was blooming between them. Then he stepped closer with no hesitation. And when Tavon finally glanced up, Jamie didn't give him the chance to overthink it. He kissed him. One hand found Tavon's cheek, tilting his face up just enough for their lips to meet at the perfect angle. The kiss wasn't hard or messy; it was quiet an intentional. Like Jamie had been holding his breath since the second he woke up and could finally exhale. It didn't ask permission, it was the permission. And once it happened, there was no taking it back. And for a moment, nothing else existed but the heat between them, the press of mouths, the electricity that had been building since the second they'd locked eyes the night before and woke up this morning. Jamie pulled back eventually, but slowly and carefully, like he didn't want to break whatever spell they were under. His hand lingered a second longer against Tavon's cheek before it dropped. He didn't look away, but his voice was soft, almost apologetic. "Sorry," he whispered so quietly he barely heard himself, though it was unclear whether he meant for kissing him or for stopping. Then he turned his attention back to the breakfast on the table, his breath slightly uneven, like he hadn't just crossed a line neither of them could un-cross. He kept his head down as he started lifting lids himself, like maybe if he found his damn breakfast fast enough, it would distract from the fact that his heart was still pounding.

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Tavon froze.

Not in a way that was dramatic or loud, but in that quiet, still kind of way that only happened when your brain short-circuits trying to keep up with your heart. He hadn't expected Jamie to kiss him. Not really. Not after everything he'd done to try and bury the tension between them under sarcasm and smooth talk and that carefully built wall he’d kept patched together for years.

But Jamie had kissed him anyway.

And for a second, Tavon didn’t pull back. Couldn’t. It felt too real. Too good. Like being seen in a way he hadn’t let anyone see him before — not the real him, not the parts he didn’t show, not the version of himself that kept waking up scared of what he wanted. Of who he wanted. By the time Jamie pulled away, Tavon's breath was caught halfway in his chest, like the kiss had knocked the air out of him. His gaze stayed locked on Jamie’s mouth longer than it should have, then flicked up to meet his eyes, searching for something. A reason. A sign. A way out. A way in.

Jamie’s "sorry" hung in the air, soft and small, but loud enough to reverberate through every bone in Tavon’s body. He didn’t know which part Jamie was apologizing for — the kiss or the retreat — and he didn’t know which one he wanted more.

He cleared his throat and turned toward the food, mostly because he needed to do something with his hands. He grabbed a fork, stabbed into a piece of his omelette like it owed him money. For a beat, he didn’t say anything. Just stared at the food like maybe it held the answer to whatever the hell he was supposed to say next.

When he did speak, his voice was low. Steady. But softer than usual.

"You don’t gotta be sorry." He paused, eyes still on the plate, like it was easier to talk without looking directly at Jamie. "I just... ain’t used to people doin’ shit like that unless they got somethin’ to prove. Or somethin’ to take." Tavon shook his head slightly. "But you don’t look like you got either on your mind. And that’s what fucks me up, I think."

Finally, he glanced at Jamie again, jaw tight but eyes open in a way that was rare for him — vulnerable.

"I ain’t never had a man kiss me before," he said quietly, like saying it out loud made it more real than it already was. "But you did. And I ain’t hate it." His throat worked around something unspoken. Then he added, almost as an afterthought, a bit of a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth — trying, just barely, to lighten the weight. "You really not gon’ let me be confused in peace, huh?"

[smokehourfm]

i'm back and getting through as many drafts as i can today (hopefully!) !!

[shebzmiah]

DAMSON IDRIS — GQ Spain (2025)

[gaybuckybarnesss]

DAMSON IDRIS

[supfag-archives]

RAFAEL SILVA

[invigourosa]

one more fucked up plot for the road: yes, i am your daughter's boyfriend, sir, and i can see from your all american dad look and vibe that you don't agree that she's with me. you're even asking what she saw in me! well, sir, if you kneel down with your ass arched up like a needy little bitch, and you give me just 20 minutes of your precious time, i can show you exactly why your precious little princess is obsessed with me so much.

bonus: you know what? now that i found out you are much more whinier, sluttier, and tighter than your daughter, maybe i should leave her and keep you all to myself. won't you like that, you little slut?

[indicresources]

keith powers on ?

[saiyans]

Raw. No lube. Next question.

[pedro-reed]

Trevor Salter | Sirens (2025) 1x03

[masongooning]

ANIRUDH PISHARODY in Big Sky 3x05 "Flesh And Blood"

[fuckyeahbroski]

AUSTIN BUTLER Caught Stealing (2025)

[invigouros]

"     i'm  really  sorry,  babe.     "            was  all  he  could  say,  sitting  there  on  the  kitchen  floor,  with  the  mess  of  what  was  supposed  to  be  spaghetti  alfredo  splattered  over  the  tiles  and  over  himself.  which  is  also  why  his  arm  is  now  unmoving:  who  would  have  thought  that  boiling  pasta  water  could  be  enough  to  short  out  his  system.

between  his  mess,  and  his  owner  /  boyfriend  who  is  now  fidgeting  with  the  panel  on  the  back  of  his  head,  he's  not  really  being  such  a  perfect  boyfriend  right  now.  he  tries  for  a  joke,  then,  just  to  release  some  of  the  tension.  that's  what  his  programming  told  him,  and  it  did  work  on  them  before.  he  chuckles,  trying  to  look  up  and  find  their  eyes.     "     what  a  date  night.  should  i  order  take  out  now?     "

closed starter for @smokehourfm.

[smokehourfm]

At his age, he'd expected to be married, have a family of his own, be settled into what would be the remainder of his life. But the trials and suffering following the war had barred him from reaching those goals, and he'd been left with what he thought was an empty shell of a life. But the universe has a funny way of working things out. A friend had suggested a new model of androids being released, and while Reggie had been opposed to the idea at first, few too many lonely nights finally sparked his curiosity.

It did work, a low chuckle rolling past the older man's lips as he worked on the necessary repairs. "It's okay, I appreciate the effort." Reggie spoke softly, closing the panel again and brushing the android's hair back over it to hide it. "I'm sure there's something around here we can eat." We. It helped aid the fantasy when he spoke like that.

Reggie put his finger beneath Ben's chin, tilting his head back to look into his eyes. He'd given him the name Ben, named after a guy Reggie had a crush on in the service. "Thank you, my love, for trying." He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Let's get this mess cleaned up, yeah?"

[lcadedbases]

open to: anyone. / @indiestarter. ( m if romantic )

muse: tyrek wallace, twenty-two, gay, sneaker reseller.

plot: tyrek and y/m are former childhood friends who run into each other on campus ( y/m is visiting one of their relatives ) and decide that they have some catching up to do.

"oh shit!" tyrek said, finally recognizing the former friend as they approached him. "wait, what are you doing here? i mean, temple has millions of transplants. but you, of all people?" do they hug? do they fist-bump? "h-how've you been?" he quickly hopped up from his seat, pulling them in for a hug as his excitable nature couldn't be contained.

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"I thought that was you sitting over here." Solace exclaimed, the recognition of his old friend bringing a beaming smile to his face, stepping up to greet Tyrek. He accepted the hug, the distance of years closing between them. "I'm here visiting my cousin, she been trying to get me to come out for a while now, finally found the time to do it." Solace explained. "I been good though, man. Just working on my art and shit. How you been? How the business going? Seen you was still selling shoes on Instagram."

[thrcbbing]

⸻ M/M Smut Gif Starters / accepting -> [ 53 ] for @smokehourfm

if some could argue that work and sex don't mix well together, it would only be because they don't know about the inner workings of the x-men. everyone's ran through everyone at this point, it's an open secret. Scott is no exception, whether they be team members or not. Reggie is one of those people, though it would be more appropriate to say he ran through Scott. and today is no exception.

he finds himself bent over a couch, gasping and moaning with each powerful thrust that pushes into his hungry hole, his entire body completely under the older man's mercy. a finger hooked to the side of his mouth prevents him from speaking articulately, and he would do nothing to get rid of it. his tongue flicks and licks at it from time to time. his entire body shakes and gets ravaged by the length pounding into him. his vision a blur of red and tears of joy through the thick glasses that may never come off, the only piece of 'clothing' still left on him. he doesn't even remember where his shirt and pants have gone, discarded somewhere else in the room. there's nothing and no one else but Reggie on his mind at the moment.

through the bliss of being completely and utterly demolished, Scott turns his gaze behind him, trying to watch Reggie's cock disappearing inside of him, but the angle he's at doesn't allow him a clear view of it, only glimpses of it. "Aah- Fhh- 'arder, p'ease." he begs, his grip tightening on the couch, knuckles gone white.

[smokehourfm]

This wasn't what Reggie had expected when he'd accepted the job to work with the X-Men, he had always been a constitute professional -- despite his days of debauchery in college. Yet, it seemed to be the norm around here, and their jobs were stressful after all, the mutants' far more than Reggie's, of course. But with his counseling background, he knew he had to do what was best to help relieve any stress or tension that the mutants might be feeling, and if dicking down Scott was what he required -- then it was what he would receive.

Scott's hole was impeccable, gorgeous and tight and warm. It gripped around thick thick cock like a vice, sucking him in balls deep with each powerful thrust of the older man's hips. His muscular body was bare, tattooed skin slick with a sheen of sweat, the taste of Scott's sweet hole still on his lips. The constant sound of their skin slapping echoed around the room, paired with groans of pleasure that fell from the doctor's lips.

"Fuck, this hole is incredible." Reggie praised, using his free hand to give that toned, pale ass a slap. He gives Scott was he requested, fucking into him harder now, reckless abandon that he knew a mutant like Scott could handle. "Take this fucking cock."