#Gay rp

[wantxmore]

Open Starter (Bastion Evans)

Open to: Vers/Bottoms - Men

Plot: After visiting his son (at college), Bastion has the evening/night to himself and finds a distraction.

The day had been good. Touring the campus with Eddie, seeing his dorm room, but now he was back on his own. While he loved his son, he didn't mind the other having other plans with friends. The area was nice enough and Bastion had found himself in a bar, chatting with locals and college students. He was friendly enough but when he spotted someone getting too rough, he found himself acting as a bouncer before the "problem" was removed. Turning to the other, he genuinely asked, "How are you holding up?"

[slvttybvys]

“Oh you… you won,” Mickey said clearly shocked, he had been confident in his ability to win. If he hadn’t he never would have made the bet of ‘loser is winners bitch for the day’ who knew what the other man would come up with for that. “You know I was joking right? About the bet. I wouldn’t have made you follow through.”

Possible Connections: Frat Brother, Roommate, Best Friend, Step Brother/Brother, Ect

[kyletravers69]

Do you guys think I look a lil purple today? 👀

[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

Open Thread

Open to everyone - M/F

Relationship type - Friend, lover, spouse, colleague, ex partner.

Plot type - Drama, angst, smut with plot

Approved Kinks- Roleplay, objectication, breath play, knife play, BDSM, exhibitionism, scene play, dom and sub, sadism and machoism, edge play, CBT, impact play, rope bandage, fisting, pegging, orgasm control, dirty talk, nipple play, gags, praise kink, electrostimulation, whipping, wax play.

Plot - Luca has been secretly diagnosed with stomach cancer and he's decided that he's leaving SWAT and leaving LA, but he doesn't intend on telling anyone who is in his life. Convince him to stay and give him some hope because he may or may not get the treatment to fight it.

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Luca removed his bag from his locker and discreetly began removing the contents of his locker piece by piece so no one would notice, sighing softly as he jammed a few pictures into one of the pockets before zipping up the pocket. In a few weeks he would be gone and no one would know where he would end up because truthfully, he didn't know where he would end up. And since he was off the next day, he was planning on going home and getting shit faced drunk. Do drunk that he wouldn't be able to walk, talk or even think.

[courtesons]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

looking for: males, verse/bottom

summary: your muse is tied up under my muse's christmas tree, whether by choice or not. The reason and dynamic with my muse? Completely up to you!

muse choice: either alistair, ethan, owen or tony.

The sight was most definitely an unusual one for most people on Christmas Day. Because among the many presents under the rather grant tree, was one unlike any other. A figure stripped of most of their clothing, save for a pair of red shorts and a santa hat securely placed on their head. The rest of their body, from his chest to his legs, was bound in red rope that looked rather festive. Along with a ball gag and sleep mask of the same colour - quite the display indeed under the tree.

Footsteps would slowly echo throughout the room as another man walked in, stopping right in front of their special present. Slowly reaching down to pull the card free attached to the rope and have a read over, seeing what it said and perhaps who from.

"Well, well. Isn't this quite the surprise."

[himerodoros]

( .: open to bottoms! :. )

The relative comfort of his room and the fact that he was being left alone were enough for Lachlan to not feel the need to go out of his way to try and get to know the rest of the people he shared a dorm with. He wasn't one for making new friends, despite knowing how much he needed some. Still, his old habits were hard to kill and instead of even entertaining the thought of going out to meet his new college neighbors, he kept himself hidden away in his room. With a book as his sole companion.

But, quickly, the sound of the door opening caught his attention, as did the silhouette that came into view. He was quick to roll his eyes and say, "Wrong room, dude" before noticing the bags the other was carrying. "Or not... Guess I won't have the room just to myself after all." He wasn't particularly happy about having to share a room with a stranger, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Neither was he about to make a scene. Instead, just focusing back on his book, trying to ignore the intrusion. Not the warmest of welcomes, for sure.

[reddevilmcnt]

muse: dmitri [ champion mma fighter ] open to: m only / muses of color to the front! plot: just holiday shenanigans, chilling by the cozy fireplace. maybe some cuddling goes down, maybe more. can be friends to lovers, or exes trying to be 'friends', eheh~.

It was the perfect way to unwind after five punishing rounds, another grueling night spent proving why he was still the undisputed UFC Champion in his weight division. The ache in his muscles was a dull hum, his lean physique a tapestry of black bruises and exhaustion as he let himself collapse into the pool of furs sprawled across the cabin floor. The furs embraced him like a lover, warm and soft against his sore skin, inviting him to sink deeper, to surrender to the primal comfort they offered.

Across from him, his friend lay stretched out in similar manner, their presence a quiet balm in the heavy solitude of his cabin. Dmitri didn’t mind sharing his space with those who mattered most. Sometimes, it was nice to have another heartbeat in the room, someone to anchor him while the adrenaline slowly drained from his veins.

The air smelled faintly of hot chocolate, rich and indulgent, mingling with the smoky crackle of the fireplace. Flickering flames cast golden shadows that danced across the warm, dimly-lit room. For a moment, Dmitri merely lingered there, soaking it all in... the heat, the sound, the simple fact that he didn’t have to move.

But the stillness brought an ache of another kind, a craving that stirred deep and unwelcome. Maybe it was the painkillers loosening the sharp edges of his mind, or maybe it was the weariness of holding himself together for so long, but his body yearned for something softer than victory, something gentler than the roar of the crowd. He caught himself wanting to reach out, to brush his fingers against a shoulder, a hand----- anything to feel the kind of touch that didn’t demand or bruise.

Instead, he swallowed the urge and cracked an eye open, glancing lazily at his companion. His voice, low and rough from exhaustion, cut through the comfortable silence.

“Hey… you never told me what you wanted for Christmas.”

The words were casual, teasing, but his gaze lingered a fraction too long, tracing the lines of their relaxed posture. He already had a gift in mind, of course (he’d thought about it more than he should have) but the question wasn’t entirely innocent. He wanted to draw them out, to learn if they had been thinking of him, too. The thought settled in his chest, restless and dangerous, as he waited for their answer.

"If you say a fucking boyfriend, I'm done with you."

[lonelyheartedheathens]

Open to Tops

Coming home to find one of Benji’s friends settled in their living room had not been what Joseph had been expecting. Especially because his son had failed to warn him they’d be having company, and especially especially because he knew his son would be late coming home from his internship that night. 

“Benji didn’t tell me you would be here,” he said in lieu of greeting as he hung up his jacket. “He’s not going to be home until late either. But you’re welcome to continue making yourself at home.” He never minded when Benji’s friends were at their house. He just…usually preferred his son give him a little forewarning.

“Are you staying the night, or just waiting for Benji to get home?”

[wantxmore]

Open Starter (Metzli Hidalgo)

Open to: Tops - Men

Plot: A Teacher Retreat, sharing a room

So, to be completely honest, this "work retreat" was fucking boring. The only good thing about it was that the hotel they were staying in was nice, complete with a bar. Not to mention that due to some error, Metz and his roommate had gotten upgraded to a room with a jacuzzi in it. It was after-hours and after a few drinks with his fellow educators, he leaned over to his roommate and whispered, "I don't know about you but I'm dying to get a nice soak in that jacuzzi." He excused himself, excited to be able to relax for a bit.

[slvttybvys]

His boss was hot. Like really hot. He knew he shouldn't think that about the man, he was his personal assistant and it was unprofessional. And even if it wasn't it's not like he had a shot with a hot older successful man. He was just a nervous virgin college student. Hardly a catch.

It still didn't stop Everett from... fantasizing sometimes. When it was just him and his boss alone in his office the other giving him instructions for his tasks for the day. And maybe he was letting his brain get a little too caught up in a scenario where he was bent over the older mans desk because the other man was looking at him expectantly and... Everett had zero clue what was happening. "Oh I uh sorry Sir I um... I spaced out a bit."

[theromanbaths]

Caracalla's Nightmare. Gladiator II Open RP.

Open to: All males, would love an Emperor Geta as well

Plot: Caracalla, the smaller twin Emperor of Rome, is hidden under a table and trembling after a fight with his brother Geta. An angry mob has formed outside to kill the Emperors and Caracalla is also suffering from a disease that is affecting his brain, unknown to the palace physicians, that keeps worsening and he has grown increasingly anxious and paranoid. You heard him call for help.

Caracalla did not know who to trust anymore... his twin brother had thrown a cup of wine at his little pet monkey, Dondus, and there was an angry mob shouting outside the palace.

He felt alone. Entirely alone. He felt disorientated and his sick brain would, at times, not allow him to recognise his own chambers anymore. He resorted to hiding under one of the many marble tables that decorated the palace.

An Emperor of Rome did not cry.... but he was just so afraid. Why would no one help him?

He called out in a small voice, thinking no one would even hear him here. The mob outside was shouting loudly and Emperor Geta and their advisor Macrinus were in one of the many other large rooms of the palace. They would not help him. His brother hated him and he hated his monkey,

"Help me... p-please."

[sawyers-backalleyway]

Nobody ever wants to do kinky lesbian roleplay anymore ughhhh what has this world come too?💔💔🙄🙄🙄

(Dm me if your interested ,,pleaseeeee im not even joking😵‍💫)

[neighbormen]

open: anyone! about: chaol ford is a monster hunter looking for an ancient tome that will raise his dead wife and son from the afterlife. your muse can be a towns person, another hunter, a noble, etc.

"An empty tomb. Hungry undead. No treasure." Chaol huffed, his blade still wet with the gore of the corpses and ghouls that had haunted the place. He'd been so sure that time. So sure that the Tome had been there. Everything he had heard pointed here. His voice echoed off the stone. His ears twitched at the sound of an approaching stranger. His hand gripped his sword a little tighter. No doubt the battles had made enough noise, enough to alert anyone passing by in the town above. "You'd better be here to give me my reward for clearing this place out." He'd taken the job under that guise, but even in victory, disappointment tinged his voice.

[modcrnspirits]

open starter! alone at night. muse: victor gallagher. plot: victor has an interest on your muse (could be simply sexual and one-night stand or an obsession or even a criminal reason). he found a way to "meet" your muse and catch him. possible k*nks: breeding, ties and ropes, bondage, k*dnapping, forbidden love, st*lking, body worship (armpit, feet, etc.)

"You dropped this." Victor made a movement with his fingers, showing a phone he was holding - a phone he had just pulled out of the man's pocket as they rode the last train of the day and left on the same station. "You know, these is a dangerous place. I heard they even have wolves running around. You shouldn't be walking home alone. I sure as hell don't want to do it myself." He handled the man the phone with a smile. "Would you mind if I walk with you for a bit?" His voice was soft and friendly. In all ways, he was just a nice guy. Except he was the reason that area was known to be dangerous. Him and his wolves. But the guy had nothing to worry about. His scent was too delicious for any evil to befall upon him. "My name is Victor." He offered the stranger a hand.

[royal-descent]

"Buying you was kind of a whim and now here I am stuck with trying to decide what I want to do with you." Duke hummed as he circled around the other man, buying the prisoners of war could be fun sometimes.

Duke raked his fingers back through the man's hair giving it a harsh tug so he was looking up at him. "I hear your people were warriors. And I hear it took a full squad to take you down. But they took you down hard. And yet you are still lovely."

[himerodoros]

( .: open to bottoms! :. )

"Oh, come on! I said I was sorry!" Charles rolled his eyes and bent down to pick up the pillow that flew across the room and went through him. It seemed as though he was able to decide when he could reach and interact with things from the physical world. "How was I supposed to know you weren't alone in your room when I walked in?" He shrugged his shoulders, weighing the object within his hands then threw it back to the other side. "Besides, it's not like your boyfriend could see me. He's not special like you." The truth, of course, was that Charles walked in on them in the middle of it on purpose. He was getting kind of jealous and, also, wanted to catch a peek at all the raunchy action happening. "Are you gonna stay mad at me all day? And honestly, he didn't look like he knew what he was doing, anyway."