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open: f | mutuals and non-mutuals
muse: kaleb barlow | 21-26 | professional hockey player
connection: assume anything!
"I can’t not want you."
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open to: males (+33)
banned || rules
suggested plot: alma thinks that your muse is cheating on her, if he does or not is up to you.
She heard the sound of the door opening and she looked at the time: it was past midnight and all she could do was sigh miserably. He was home late... again. She didn't even know how to talk to him anymore, he was barely home, he seemed cranky and she didn't even know what to do to make it better. She was now on their bed, her light was on and, overall, she just look miserable. Alma could hear his footsteps until he finally walked into their bedroom.
"You worked until late again..." she murmured quietly.
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based on this nsfw gif
open to: f/m/nb (21+)
muse: maxine. mid 30s
plot: maxine gets a new dildo - a bigger dildo than what she was used to. your muse walks in to maxine’s orgasm taking over.
after a bit of working, maxine finally sat completely down on the dildo, taking the entirety of the toy inside of her. it was bigger than what she was used to, so there was a sense of pride in fitting it completely inside of her. she let out a soft moan as she wiggled her hips slightly, the pleasure immediately coursing through her entire body. she begins a rhythmic thrust of her hips as moans escaped her lips. her breasts bounce ever so slightly as she put the pad of a finger against her clit, even more pleasure coursing through her body as her bundle of nerves got the attention it needed. she let herself work herself up as her pace continued to quicken, bringing her closer and closer to her climax. just as it overtook her, she heard footsteps in front of the door she had conveniently forgotten to close. “shit,” she said, her thighs shaking, her back arching, her breasts bouncing as her hips bucked with pleasure, her juices running along the large dildo.
#indie smut#indie kink rp#indie smut roleplay#indie smut rp#indie smut starter#indie smut 1x1#indie smut open#closed.#maxine. closed
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open to: m/nb
plot: based on this
Her head was spinning, but her thoughts were clearer than ever. Even if they didn't come out as she wanted them to. "You're suchhhhh a party pooper.." Cleo slurred, her body laid flat on top of her sheets. Her short skirt, which clearly showed way too much skin, had now crept up her waist. Her black thong was clearly visible. Her hand felt heavier than a brick, making it hard for her to move it to pull her skirt back down. "It was just -hiccup- a party.." A party filled with drugs, liquor, and hungry men surrounding her.
#pleaaase give cleo this!!#cleo starter#open starter#indie rp#indie 1x1#indie smut#smut rp#indie smut rp#indiestarter#indie starter
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open : f only
muse: zara wilder (25, lesbian)
plot : zara is staying with her best friend for the holidays and some relatives are over. zara and her bff are watching movie and the bff's mom/sister/aunt/cousin joins them. when her bff falls asleep, who know what they could get up? anything from fluffy cute kissing to pure filth, go wild!
it was fairly dark in the room aside from the lights coming from the screen. even still, zara could see that her best friend had fallen asleep. if it weren't for the closed eyes, the light snoring gave it away. she glanced over at the other's relative sitting ona nearby armchair, "and then there were two," she said with a slight life. zara moved the pillow from her lap, showing off her nearly bare legs, the only parts covered by her pale blue pajama shorts. she reached for a blanket and put it over her friend carefully, "i guess she was tired."
#indie starter#indie smut starter#indie lesbian rp#indie smut#1x1#1x1 rp#indie rp#open starter#fandom : i am an original i am inimitable#verse : don't be a blueprint#muse : zara wilder
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open to m/f/nb/t
She shouldn't be surprised there was this much of a turnout, to be honest. Kelsey always tended to turn heads, especially with that ass of hers. The blonde was just finishing up a photo shoot in a closed off location. A club owned by an associate of hers. Kelsey occasionally glanced over to members of the crew, extras, etc., giving off winks, blowing kisses, etc..
As people started to disperse after this latest round of photos, Kelsey bent over one of the tables, casually shaking those juicy cheeks of hers, showing off just how much they outright swallowed up the g-string she had on. And she would press her hands flat on the tabletop, leaving the door open for someone to come on over and get a grab at them.
And yes, she was definitely offering.
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Open to: everyone
Plot: rival mafia members met when they were younger (possibly messed around but nothing came of it) plus they haven’t seen each other for years due to family business
Verse: modern
“Just because you knew me when we were kids that doesn’t mean you get to save me now.” Dany muttered, feeling the others body on top of hers during a shoot out. It was irritating that she couldn’t even shop in peace without something happening. It technically was her own fault for being on the wrong terf. “How is this going to look when your people find out you saved a member of the one family that you should kill?”
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•——————•°•✿ small noise leaving pink painted lips when the blonde feels a shock to her center, the vibration settings of her panties turned up for a second just to tease her. an embarrassed smile at the one she’s talking to, making an excuse that she had a shiver, before they continue speaking to her. crystal hues wandering the crowd, giving a look to the one controlling the vibrations.
open to: f/m/nb
connections: dating, fwb, will they won't they, friends, flirtationship, anything except incest and age gap
muse: maia navarro, 28, bisexual, christina nadin
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The Waxing of a Red Moon: Pt 3
tw: violence/gore
The coming week had been less forgiving than the last. The evenings had gone from card games and ale to sleepless nights and sober strife. Tensions ran high, with occasional fights or arguments between several party members. If it wasn’t Shadowheart and Lae’zel, then it was Astarion and Wyll.
A raid, a few evenings earlier, had put everyone on edge. They’d been scouts of the Absolute. Attempting to slip into camp and slit throats without a word. But it was Scratch the dog who thwarted that plan. Before the goblins could lay steel to flesh, the brave beast barked and growled up a storm.
Karlach and Rhaenyra were the first to awaken, the two tieflings reaching for weapons. A booming roar from Karlach roused the others. And although their lives were spared, they weren’t without harm. This attack shattered their illusion of safety. They’d been careless. Sailing too far on the winds of Ketherics death.
Watch duty had been doubled, but even so, sleep was hard to find. But now, the moon hung high among the clouds. Those not on guard duty were trying to rest the best they could. The current shift was Karlach and Astarion. The two got along rather well and could at least stay awake by entertaining each other with bad jokes.
Rhaenyra had drifted off for a bit, but awoke to a sudden heaviness in her chest. She sat up, hand across her breast. Rising to her feet, Rhaenyra stepped from the tent. The only face she saw was Gales. He sat near the fire, his nose buried in a book. A small sigh of relief slipped from her lips.
A flurry of white then caught her eye. It was Scratch. He had darted over to Halsin’s tent. The dog was sniffing furiously around, tail wagging as he did so. But it wasn’t the sniffing that hollowed out a pit in her stomach, it was the realization that Halsin’s tent was empty.
He’d stated he was going to the river to fill water skins before Rhaenyra went to sleep. But it didn’t take that long to complete such a task. Dashing to the camp's edge, she looked out among the woods. Closing her eyes, Rhaenyra inhaled slowly, her sensing sharpening to that of an animal.
Water. She could hear the river. She could hear the wind and the movement of small wings through it. And then she heard it. The sharp roar of a beast and the cries that followed. “Halsin.” his name had barely left her tongue before she leapt forward, hands turning to claws as she landed.
Gale had looked up, noticing Rhaenyra standing at the edge of the firelight. The wizard's eyes widened as he watched her shift, panic rising in his chest. The book hit the ground with a thud as Gale darted for the others. “Wake up! Somethings wrong! Wake up!”
As she ran, heart racing, the roar and cries of pain grew louder. Rhaenyra prayed for the Wolf Mothers speed. Please, for him.
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Halsin’s jaws snapped around the neck of a not-fast-enough goblin. The massive grizzly towered over them, blood dripping down his side and back. Worgs had him flanked, jagged teeth tearing into fur and flesh. A slew of dead goblins laid among them.
Halsin knew that he likely wouldn’t survive the fight, but he’d sworn on all the Oak Fathers' strength that they wouldn’t either. Nothing would stop him from ensuring his companions safety. Nothing. But Halsin could already begin to feel his form fading. The strength of the grizzly waning.
The glow of Halsin’s eyes flickered as he dropped from the bear, the last of its power slipping into the night. Bleeding and battered, Halsin sank to his knees. The worg’s dove at him, jaws parted and eager. Suddenly a blur of black and gray darted from the treeline, followed by the sickening crunch of bone.
A worg hung lifeless, its throat crushed within the jaws of a massive wolf. A crimson mist hung around the predator's eyes, its teeth sinking deeper into flesh as it violently shook the worg. Throwing the animal's carcass to the side, the wolf stepped over Halsin, shielding him with its body.
Within the minds of the few remaining goblins, an infernal voice echoed, “You won’t claim him.”
Without waiting for a reaction, the wolf snapped forward, teeth sinking into its next victim. With a gaze filled with a mix of pain and awe, Halsin watched the carnage unfold before him. The druid did not fear the wolf, for he knew those wild eyes all too well. Somehow, by Silvanus himself, she had come to his aid.
Trying, and failing, to slow his blood loss, Halsin sank deeper into the muck beneath him. Only a few minutes after Rhaenyra’s arrival, Halsin heard a familiar voice. With a hand extended, draconic words whipped out from Gale’s mouth, eyes alight with magic. Wyll and Lae’zel followed behind, weapons drawn as they descended upon the last of the goblins.
With enough reassurance that the fight was swayed in their favor, the wolf turned back to Halsin. Its tall form began to shrink, a woman falling from within its fur. Warm hands quickly fell to Halsin’s wounds as Rhaenyra whispered various incantations.
He tried to speak, a barely audible thank you escaped. “Hush,” Rhaenyra shushed, “Keep your strength.” she briefly met his gaze, a gentle smile upon her lips. “I’ve got you.”
Halsin eventually lost consciousness. When he finally woke, Halsin found himself back at camp. Parts of his body ached more than others, but it was bearable. He attempted to rise up a bit, but found that his left arm was pinned.
As he turned himself, it wasn’t a binding or weight he saw, but a slumped over form. With her hand and arm resting upon his, Rhaenyra must have fallen asleep at his side. Though Halsin didn’t want to wake her, he found himself reaching to brush fingers along her upturned cheek.
Just then, the tent flap opened and in stepped a rather surprised Astarion. “Oh,” he tilted his head a bit, clearly not expecting to find Rhaenyra asleep and Halsin awake. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you awake yet. I just came to check on Rhaen.” Leaning within the entryway, Astarion’s arms crossed. “She’s not left your side, ya know. Used every last ounce of energy she had to heal you.”
Halsin looked back to Rhaenyra, his palm brushing along her cheek. “Was anyone else hurt?”
“No, they squashed what remained like bugs. Can’t say our waterskins fared well, but eh.” Halsin actually laughed a bit, but quickly regretted such. A pain shot through his ribs and he doubled over a bit. “Sorry, I’ll keep my wit to myself.” Astarion smiled. “When she wakes, insist that she come eat. Poor thing hasn’t touched food or water since last eve.”
Halsin nodded in reply. “Astarion?” his tired eyes moved to the vampire. “Thank you.”
Astarion quickly shooed away the comment. “Now now, don’t go getting all sentimental on me. I didn’t do anything. But I’ll let Shadowheart know you’re up. She made some kind of magical stew.” Astarion rolled his eyes at the mention of the stew. “Or something like that.”
“Stew would be great.” Halsin smiled.
Not long after Astarion left, Rhaenyra stirred. A soft whimper slipped from her as she slowly woke. Rising up, she blinked and rubbed palms against her eyes. It took her a second to realize that Halsin was actually awake. The realization quickly grew into excitement. With a smile and what looked to be tears in her eyes, his name breathlessly left her lips.
Without a word in return, Halsin reached out a bandaged arm, fingers slipping into the teal strands of Rhaenyra’s hair as he pulled her forward. Heat quickly rose in her cheeks. The first moment, tender and gentle. The second was a fury of racing hearts and a pull to each other that nearly consumed them on the spot.
Clumsy hands reached to wrap around Halsin’s neck, knee’s feeling weak as she slipped down to them at the edge of the cot. With great effort, Halsin pulled back ever so slightly. “I owe you everything.” he breathed out, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.
“As long as Silvanus gives me breath, expect nothing less.”
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Shadowheart had returned suddenly to the fireside, a bowl of stew still between her hands along with a face as red as a beet.
The party looked at her, brows raised in confusion.
“What?” Gale questioned.
“Uhh, nothing. I’ll just…go back later.”
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🌸 this is what they call a reverse starter call . like so i can give some love to your open starters that needs loving.
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STARTER CALL 📞
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open: m | mutuals and non-mutuals
muse: blake waldorf | 30-40 | principal
connection: assume anything!
"this is the third time this week that you've been sent to my office, what is going on with you?"
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open to: males, preferably tops but is not a dealbreaker (+40)
banned || rules
a soft (maybe secret for now), tender, and loving romance between finn and an older guy.
It was one of those cold yet sunny afternoons that Finn loved so much. He told his mother he was on a weekend getaway with his college friends. However, that wasn't the truth. Right now, he was in a lake house with someone else, with a man he had been seeing for a while. He never imagined that he would fall head over heels for this man, yet here he was.
His eyes were closed, he was absorbing the winter sun as his lover was inside doing some calls. It was only when he felt someone casting a shadow over him that he opened them. The smile came instantly to his lips when he saw him. "Hey there" he grinned.
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open to m , f + nb
" just fucking come here . "
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yo. i'm interested in doing some kinky/dirty plots on discord or tumblr. pls look through my plot list [click here] and send me a couple, and i'll write a starter. or go through it and add me on discord (holyfauks) n we can go from there. i preferably will play m in m/f, but open to doing m/m occasionally.
#indie smut#indie smut rp#indie kink rp#smut rp#discord rp#discord smut rp#discord smut 1x1#smut 1x1#1x1 rp#leave a like if ur gonna add me so i know <3
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Hello Loves...
I’m Aurora, I live in the EST timezone and currently 28 years old. I took a well needed break to get back into the writing spirit!
I prefer writing on Discord with anyone who is 20+. I work full time and have two dogs so some days I’ll be a bit spotty but will reply ASAP.
I primarily write females in m/f muses, but I have gotten better with my male muses recently with Formula One plots! I’m still rusty with nsfw writing as males but working on it!
I am currently looking through my muse lists, adding more as I go..
Specific Plots Enjoyed: F1, Riverdale, Real Life/SOL, Taboo (not related), mature themes.
#pinned post.#indie smut#indie rp#1x1 rp#real life rp#slice of life rp#discord rp#f1 rp#riverdale rp
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