#Idris Elba smut

[dilfsxysh]

NAVIGATION

me ⇨ im a new-ish writer and go by she/her. i also dont have a laptop at the moment so all of this is written on my phone, thus meaning there will be vigorous spelling mistakes.

my work ⇨ ill write what i want and what people request as long as its not weird. ill write smut, fluff, and angst for anyone. and youre all responsible for what you read, not me.

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MASTERLIST

jake gyllenhaal (and most of his characters) -

james franco -

josh hutcherson (and most of his characters) -

- envy

rick grimes -

glenn rhee -

daryl dixon -

finnick odair -

simon ‘ghost’ riley -

aaron taylor johnson -

penn badgley / joe goldberg -

evan peters -

idris elba -

tom hardy (and some of his characters) -

ryan reynolds / deadpool -

daniel kaluuya / oj haywood -

bill skarsgard -

aaron hotchner -

matthew gray gubler / spencer reid -

chris / matt sturniolo 😭 -

markiplier -

zach tinker / jacob custos -

[mysecretattic0]

nova-caine ♒︎

Pairing: Bloodsport X afab!Reader

WARNING: SMUT/EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD! Mentions of murder, death, abuse, alcohol, weapons, violence, etc.

Prompt: That noise… keep making it. @delusionisaplace

Suicide Sqaud: Bloodsport & Nova

Heavy breathing. Filled with fear. Tears cascading rapidly down my cheeks. Wounds and bruises scattered across my skin like horrible confetti. Whispers can be heard from every direction. THEY WON’T SHUT UP! I can’t go back. I CAN’T! Don't look back. Don’t stop running. I can’t stop now. I’m not far enough. I must hide. Where? WHERE?! No time to think about that. I CAN’T STOP! SHE’S COMING! But she’s dead. SHE’S COMING FOR ME! Go. FASTER! WHERE DO I GO?! Suddenly all the whispers were silent. All that could be heard was the snapping of the twigs below my bare feet. Upon realizing the whispers had gone silent, I came to a halt. The silence was deafening. It hurt; it made me more fearful. Frantically looking in every direction. No. No! NO! I fell to my knees. Skin crawling. NO! SHE’S STILL HERE! I can feel her. I quickly looked up and —

I gasped awake. Frantically searching. Searching for her. The woods that surrounded me. Instead I was kneeling on the cold floor of my cell. I hectically scoot back against the cold painted brick wall. Feeling an anxiety attack coming along. I suddenly began to break down. Crying uncontrollably.

It took me a while to calm down. However, when I did, the sun had just begun to rise and a loud buzz sounded, indicating our cell doors had been opened; and it was now morning. But I don’t move from my spot. I didn’t realize how long I’d been sitting there, staring into space, until my name had been called.

“Nova. Can you come with me?” Ms. Waller asked in a semi soft tone, though it surely wasn’t a question, with a knock on my open cell door. With a nod of my head, knowing I didn’t have a choice, I stood and joined the group she had in tow. Seems to me as I was the last to join them. There was a gigantic shark human hybrid? A groggy Cleo and three other unknown men. One of which I caught staring at me. Though when eye contact was established he looked away. He seemed to have a permanent scowl or mean mug, if you will, upon his face. I tried not to pay any of them any mind. I just wanted to get this mission over with. We all went to get prepared for Ms. Waller’s explanation of our “objective” for this “mission”.

~~~

After getting mini bomb explosives injected into our necks, we were brought to a dimly lit room that resembled a classroom. May as well be called one, reason being, Ms. Waller stands at the front giving her ‘lecture’ presentation. Giving us the run around on why we’re doing this mission, what it’s about and who’s involved. We sat listening, scattered in different rows of seats. 

“Your mission is to infiltrate Jotunheim and destroy every trace of project starfish.” Ms. Waller ended her lecture. “How are we supposed to get in?” Said the British guy with the staring problem, whose name I’ve come to realize is, Bloodsport? Ms. Waller then spoke, “Gaius Grieves, the Thinker, is a geneticist in charge of Project Starfish.” she briefly paused, “After hours, he hangs out at a gentlemen’s club known as, La Gatita Amable. Get Grieves to help you by whatever means necessary, and he can get you into Jotunheim.” She finished. The lights came back on. “Any questions?” She asked us all. Cleo asked about a projector no longer in use. Irrelevant. Peacemaker? Asked about a connection between starfish and buttholes? Stupid. Nanaue asked about his hand. Adorable. “We’re all gonna die.” Bloodsport stated as a matter of fact, annoyance ridden in his tone. “I hope so.” Polka-Dot Man weirdly stated. I turned to look questionably at their interaction.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Bloodsport with a roll of his eyes. When he caught my eye, I turned back around in my seat, with a sigh.

~~~

We swam to the shore of this island. The feeling of the cool water against me was very relaxing. Though the sensation was short lived; as we approached the shore. As we were walking there was a rumbling explosion on the other side of the island. The unexpected loud noise made me jump with a gasp. The group turned their attention to the explosion and briefly sent glances my way at my fear. Bloodsport quickly pulled out his weapon, “Control, we have a disturbance south of here.” He said into the comm as he pointed his weapon. “It’s just a diversion, Bloodsport.” Waller replied.

Bloodsport led us through the jungle, I tuned out their conversation as I unknowingly fell slightly behind. I began to hear those whispers I despised. Feel the chills that brought me nothing but horrible thoughts and fear. That brought me back there. When I looked up, the group was no longer in front of me. I looked in every direction. But suddenly, I was; back in the woods. Running from her. My own mother. A powerful, wicked, witch that never ceases to haunt me. Chasing me.

I was suddenly tackled to the ground. I only saw her. I fight with all my might to get her off. Refraining from using my powers. The last time I did that I—

“Calm down! It’s me!” I heard a British accent. I blinked a couple of times to find that it was Bloodsport on top of me, restraining me from causing him anymore harm. Him holding me down was triggering my anxiety and claustrophobia. My breathing picked up as I began to panic; it made me think of her. “Let me go!” I yelled breathlessly. I broke down as he immediately let go of me. I scooted out from under him, bringing my knees to my chest and slowly looked up to find his eyes staring back at me with a confused and concerned expression. I stared at him with tear filled eyes. “Breathe. I’m not gonna hurt you, love.” He started, calmly, with his hands up in surrender. “I just wanna help you.” He stated. “We set up camp. I noticed you got left behind. I just came to find you, and I saw you running.” He explained. I put my head down to hide from him.

“Why?” My head shot back up upon hearing his voice. He took notice of my confusion and continued, “Why were you running, love?” He asked. “Just another vision.” I replied plainly. “A vision?” He questioned. “Something like that. A flashback. An episode whatever you’d like to call it.” I nodded as I wiped the tears from my face. “What, like a psychic?” He asked, genuinely confused, but with a hint of sarcasm. I scowled at him, “No.” I rolled my eyes and stood up, as did he. I could feel him eyeing me intently for what seemed like forever. “Can we go, please?” I crossed my arms over my chest, avoiding eye contact with him. “Sure.” He said nonchalantly with a shrug. He began to lead us back to where we’ll be camping for the night. “What do you do?” he asked. “What?” I responded in a tone of confusion. “What’s your superpower? Like your ability.” He continued.

I hesitated but I decided to tell him. “I’m a witch.” I stated, annoyed. “Hm.” He hummed. “What?” I asked, taken aback and slightly offended. “Nothing.” He shook his head. “No. What’s that supposed to mean?” I stopped with my arms folded atop my chest. He turned, “Never seen a real witch before. Thought those only existed in the stories.” He said mockingly. “I’ll prove it.” I said confidently. I unfolded my arms and took a deep breath. I let the words of magic fall from my lips in a mumble. As I stared into his eyes, he started to get fidgety. 

“You feel that?” I asked in a condescending tone. I slowly took small steps toward him. “That heat.” I continued. When I got closer he shivered. “And what about that? That tingle?” I taunted. Inches away from him; as I got closer he backed away. His breath hitched when his back hit a tree. “And that?” I chuckled. “That arousal.” I whispered in a low sultry tone; our faces mere inches away from each other. I brought my hand up between us and slowly balled it into a fist. He let out a low shaky groan; almost whimper, briefly making my knees weak. “That noise… keep making it.” He watched as I untightened my fist and placed my palm in the center of his chest; and with the other, I hovered over his arousal. “May I?” I asked for his consent; staring into his soul through his eyes, making sure he couldn’t look away.

He hesitated; but he eventually nodded in agreement. I raised a brow at him, “Yes.” He gritted. I softly laid my other hand on his erection. I closed my eyes briefly, letting go of my hold on our eye contact. When I opened them his head was resting against the tree, eyes closed, breathing shakily. “Can you feel that Robert?” He released a strained groan in response. I pulled back with a low chuckle. His eyes shot open to glare down at me. “What the hell was that for? Why’d you stop?” He lowly shouted in that heavy British accent, so as not to alert anyone. “Because, we’re not here for that. Plus, we don’t want them to come looking for us do we?” I asked as I continued on our previous path.

~~~

After trying to kill Nanaue for almost eating Cleo, traveling to find Flag; who we found out was also on the island along with others, killing a lot of the Freedom Fighters, hearing Krill’s story on his interdimensional virus; that was caused by his evil scientist mother, and killing guards to get Milton to drive us through town to La Gatita Amable; We all sit in the van in normal clothing to “blend in”.

Cleo asked Robert why he was so afraid of rat’s leading to the story of her father. I sat in the seat behind Cleo while she told the story of her father’s death due to his “burden’s”. Which led to Robert telling us about his father locking him in a crate full of starving rats for 24 hours as a punishment when he was just a young boy. Followed by a heartfelt, adorable moment between Cleo and Robert.

We’re now seated in the club that Waller mentioned. La Gatita Amable. “So when’s this “Thinker” guy supposed to be here?” Rick questioned. “Supposed to be in the next few hours.” Cleo answered. “Looks like we gotta find something to do to pass the time. Uh, miss?” said Peacemaker. He called over a waitress and ordered drinks for the table. “I’m okay. I don’t drink.” I stated. “Why?” he asked. I didn’t get a chance to respond; not that I wanted to. “Hey, Pissmaker. We’re on a mission.” Robert insulted. “Easy, Inspector Gadget. Little drink never hurt nobody.” He joked. “Except for the thousands of people killed in drunk driving accidents every year.” Krill abruptly stated. “Come on, DuBois. This could be our last drink.” Ignoring Krill, Rick placed his arm on Robert's shoulder. The waitress came with drinks. “Just one.” Robert said to Peacemaker, giving in. 

I left the table to go sit at the bar and I got a glass of water. Robert and I kept exchanging glances at one another. He eventually got up from the table to walk over to me.

“You never told your story.” That British accent said from beside me. Robert sat down next to me and ordered another drink. I scoffed, “You don’t wanna hear my story.” I told him. “Oh but I do.” He smiled slightly as his drink was placed in front of him. I hesitated but I saw a persistent look in his eyes, he isn't the type to give up easily. I took a deep breath, “Well, my mother was a powerful, wicked and evil witch.” I said enunciating on ‘wicked’. I hesitated, “She performed powerful and most times very painful rituals on me.” I paused. “She was very narcissistic and manipulative.” “She abused me when the rituals didn’t go her way. Always told me hurtful things.” “...Killed people.” “I can’t count how many near death experiences I had at the hands of my mother.” “My mother?” I scoffed. “And she never cared, she just kept on like I was a doll for her to play with… and not her daughter. A human being.” I looked at Robert and saw him fiddling in thought.

“She got rid of anyone who ever loved me; in any kind of way. Just to control me; and keep doing rituals on me…” “Abusing me.” “...hurting…me.” I finished lowly; trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I propped my elbow on the bar and rested my hand over my mouth. Out of nowhere I got the urge to be spontaneous; so I grabbed Robert’s glass and chugged what was left in it. When I looked at Rob he was already staring at me, with an expression I couldn’t depict the meaning behind.

“What?” I questioned. “Nothing. Just– I understand where you’re coming from.” He said sympathetically. “We’re a lot alike, y’know?” “I know. The story you told about your father.” I responded. He nodded, looking down at his hands. “But I killed my mother.” I stated, staring off into space. “That’s the big difference between what happened to us both.” I said, looking toward him with so much pain behind my dark brown eyes. “I got fed up. I’m no better than she is because everything she did to me I did right back to her.” I scoffed, shaking my head as tears threatened to fall. “After, I ran into the woods.” I paused. “Thing is…a witch’s spirit never dies.” “They still hold the power of magic from the other side. She still haunts me to this day.” “At certain moments, I’m back there. Back in those woods with her evil spirit chasing me.” “I see her and kill her over and over but I can never escape her.” “What I thought was her—” I cut myself off.

“Wasn’t her, was it?” He asked for confirmation. I shook my head. “That’s what happened in the jungle that night, when I found you, you saw her?” I nodded, wiping my face of tears. “I got caught. That’s how I ended up at good ole’ Belle Reve.” I let out a breathy laugh, avoiding eye contact. However, I still felt his eyes burning a hole into the side of my head. He stared at me for what felt like forever “Excuse me.” I got off the barstool and headed toward the bathroom. I stared in the mirror at myself. I don't know who I am nor what I see. Who am I outside of her?

I bent down to put water on my face. When I stood up I dried my face with a paper towel then I began trying to fix my hair. Then, I heard the door to the bathroom open. “Occu– pied” I stopped everything I was doing when I saw Robert walking into the restroom, through the mirror. He closed the door behind him and locked said door. I threw away the paper towel in my hand and placed my hands on the sink leaning my weight into it. “What do you want, Robert.” I said lowering my head avoiding eye contact with the man. When he didn’t respond I looked up to him through the mirror. He was slowly walking toward me. “May I touch you?” He asked. I hesitated but eventually I nodded, granting him the consent he requested. When his front met my back, my breath hitched. He slowly ran his hands up my arms making me stand straight up against him. Unfamiliar with the feeling but still making no effort to escape from it. When I tried lowering my head he stopped me by placing a hand under my chin lifting it.

“I just wanna’ help you, love.” He finally responded, staring at me intently through the mirror. My face softened at the nickname “You can’t help me, Rob.” I told him. “See, I think you’re wrong. We have a lot in common, love, and I think we can help each other out.” He spoke in his low, husky tone. I swiftly turned to face him, having to look up at him, the heels I wore not doing me justice. “How?” I asked. He leaned closer, our faces mere inches apart “I wanna take some of that tension off your shoulders.” He spoke lightly, running the back of his fingers over my shoulders. My eyes flickered down to watch his mouth as his words fell from his lips. “Make you feel good.” He leaned down to softly kiss along my increasing pulse making me pleasantly sigh. “Take your mind off what brings you pain.” He moved to his previous position, staring down into my eyes, tucking my braids behind my ear, letting his fingertips run over my temple. “I think we both could use that right now love, don’t ya’ think?” 

I was so caught up in gazing at his eyes and his lips. “Would you like that, love? Do you want that?” He asked. He lifted my chin to refocus my attention “I need an answer.” His dominance made me weak. Biting my lip to keep from letting a whimper escape from my mouth and letting him know how much control he has gained over my temple. Though, knowing deep inside that he knew the advantage that just fell into his hands. “Yes.” I let a whisper fall from my lips like magic. I look up at him seriously, “I’m trusting you, Robert.” I made clear. “I won’t break that trust, Nova.” He promised me softly. He slowly leaned down closer to me, stopping inches away from my aching lips, waiting for me to close the distance. Wrapping my arms around his neck, closing the distance; feeling everything around me disappear. He softly placed his hands on my waist, closing any distance between our bodies. His touch made my breath hitch and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue past my lips. The unknown feeling further weakened me. My body betrayed me; letting a moan slip past my lips and travel into his, unintentionally sending a chill down his spine. The way the kiss gradually became more and more heated made my lust flow down forming a river in the cloth that covered my passion. Running his hands up and down my body sensually caused my legs to betray me; he wrapped an arm tightly around my waist, catching me when I began to fall. Regaining my balance, with his help, he turned me back to face the mirror, pressing my back to his front once again. His mouth explored my neck, licking, sucking and biting, drawing moans from within as my breathing uncontrollably increased. Running his hands over every curve, holding me, caressing me, peeling off the dress that hugged me and letting it fall. My panties being the only clothing left clinging to my hips. Relaxing against him; feeling his hand leading a path down to my throbbing passion. 

When his fingers slipped past the hem of my panties and made contact with my clit, I gasped sharply, throwing my head back against him. I reached to pull him closer, feeling him smile against me. “Have you ever been touched here, sweetheart?” He questioned, tracing his fingertips through my slit, my lust coating them. “Have you, darlin’?” He said into my ear, pinching my clit. “No.” I moaned breathlessly loud.

“How does that feel, baby?” He soothingly circled my clit. I whimpered in response, biting my lip. He placed his other hand around my throat and squeezed lightly. I slightly tensed as my moans became louder. “Relax babe. Tell me how that feels, love.” He coaxed, making shoulders return to their resting position. “So good, baby.” I whimpered, gripping at him. I realized he was still clothed; that wasn’t going to fly with me. I grabbed his wrists, removing his hands. I turned to him, removing his button up and wife beater, discarding them. I pushed him back against a wall and worked on his belt buckle. Unzipping his pants and letting them fall. Mumbling a spell, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his rock hard cock. Letting my magic radiate more intensely than the last time “Oh fuck me. Jesus Christ!” He groaned. I slipped my hand into his boxers and stroked his shaft slowly. “Fuckkk!” He dragged out through his teeth as I caressed his tip. “How does that feel, baby?” I asked, repeating him. “Ha. Very funny.” He hissed and looked up at the ceiling. “Tell me how it feels, love.” I whispered seductively in his ear. “Fuck you.” He groaned, closing his dark brown orbs. I chuckled lightly. I gasped when he abruptly picked me up, turning, and placing me onto the sink. “Not laughing now are you, love?” He wore a cocky smile upon his face.

I grabbed him and crashed our lips together. When I felt Rob’s tongue enter my mouth, butterflies erupted in my belly. I moaned as our tongues fought for dominance. He touched and caressed every part of my body. I grip him for dear life as I bask in the bliss of his affection. He reached down pulling my panties aside and guided his cock to my entrance. Our mouths parted as we gazed into each other's eyes. I nodded giving him a look of confirmation. He slowly pushed into me as we gasped simultaneously at the sensation. He buried his head in my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist as he bottomed out. He slowly pulled almost all the way out and gave long, slow strokes in and out of my dripping cunt. I moaned uncontrollably loud. He pulled back, placing his forehead on mine and flashed a smirk. “You like that don't ya’, love?” he chuckled. “Fuck you.” I slightly chuckled with a breathless whine. “As you wish, baby.” he pulled me closer to the edge of the sink. I wrapped my arms around his neck as my legs entrapped his waist.

He tightened his grip on me, making me moan from the affection. His stroke sped up. “Oh fuck!” I moaned breathlessly. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “O- Occupied!” I shouted as clearly as I could. He chuckled. I placed my palm flat on his muscle ridden back and looked him right in his mud colored eyes. His body jerked, and his stroke slowed, savoring the feeling of ecstasy. He threw his head back. When his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed I knew exactly what he was feeling. My half lidded eyes watched as I received such a reaction out of him. “Look at me, baby.” I cupped his jaw.

I watched him slowly lower his head only to find him giving me a pleading look. Half lidded eyes, eyebrows furrowed, lip caught between his teeth. I whimpered, that look paired with his length dragging along my velvety walls was blissfully pleasant. I bit my lip, “Don't stop, love, please.” he begged, shaking his head. 

I placed both of my hands along the back of his shoulders, holding on to him. “Faster.” I whispered to him like a spell. He shivered and placed one of his hands on the mirror behind me and the other on the nape of my neck. His slow stroke turned fast paced. My eyes rolled back and I pulled my lip in between my teeth. 

He groaned as my nails left marks on his back. Power intensifying due to what I feel. Sending waves of energy throughout his body. My walls pulsed around him. “Bloody hell!” he gritted. His tip caressed that spot deep inside of me with every thrust. It drove me mad. The way he knew my body better than I did. “I’m close baby!” I moaned loudly. “You gonna’ come for me, love?” he whispered in my ear. "Yesss!" I whined. "Hold it for me baby." he grunted. "I can't!" I whimpered. He creeped his hand from the nape of my neck into my scalp. He grabbed a handful of my braids and pulled. "Oh my God! Don't stop!" I yelped. "You like that?" He grunted. I moaned loudly as a tear threatened to fall. I was in ecstasy. "I know baby. I know." He grunted quickening his pace. He licked a path up my pulse.

He made me look him in his eyes, “You feel so good, baby. Fuck!” He gritted breathlessly. “I’m close baby.” His strokes faltered as I felt him twitching inside me. “Cum for me baby. Let it out.” He coaxed. He reached to rub circles over my cunt. I felt the knot unravel, I held him as close to me as possible. My legs shook as I came, screaming and scratching at his shoulders. A tear falling from my eyes.

As intense as the feeling was, the strength of my magic increased as well. “Fuckkkk Nova!” He released an elongated groan, squeezing me. He latches his teeth onto my shoulder making me whimper as I felt ropes of his hot cum shoot into me.

As we came down from our high, we caught our breath. I rested my head on his shoulder, exhausted. I whimpered, my legs shaking uncontrollably. He chuckled. I was ready to go to sleep. He slowly slipped away causing me to whine from the loss of fullness and warmth. He cleaned us up and picked up our clothes. He helped me redress and did the same for himself. He stood between my legs again. He rubbed my sides.

“You alright there, love?” He asked with a grin. “Yeah.” I sighed deeply. “That was amazing.” He chuckled softly, placing his forehead on mine. I laughed breathily, “Yes it was.” I embraced him and placed my lips on his. When our lips made contact, butterflies filled my stomach.

“Can you help me down, please? We still got a mission to finish.” I chuckled. He held my waist and lifted me off the sink. “Got it?” He asked. I nodded and began walking toward the door, only to stumble. Rob was right there to catch me. “You sure you got it?” He laughed. I hit his chest, “Don’t laugh at me. I just… need a little assistance.” I said giggling. “Uh huh. A little assistance. I think that’s a bit of an understatement, love.” He shook his head. “Whatever. Let’s get back to work.” I rolled my eyes as he helped me to the door. He unlocked it and we walked out.

We walked past people who were glaring at us because they were waiting to use the restroom. The team was eyeing us from around the room. Their smirks and knowing expressions made feel uncomfortable. I hated being the center of attention. We spotted Thinker, and it was back to the matter at hand.

[dilfth1rster]

Hi who do you write for just curious? So then I can send a request

I write for:

Chris Evans

Jensen Ackles

Henry Cavill

Charlie Cox

Pedro Pascal

Jon Bernthal

Jake Gyllenhaal

Tom Hardy

Oscar Isaac

Idris Elba

Hugh Jackman

Anthony Mackie

Andrew Garfield

Abel Tesfaye(The weeknd)

Ryan Reynolds

Sebastian Stan

David Harbour

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Andrew Lincoln

Taika Waititi

Kumail Nanjiani

+ more, including their roles!

[thelostsheepsposts]

Yo debí haber sido él. Qué pedazo de hombre.

[velvetstreets]

Can I request that the reader is an actress and she jokingly said she had a crush on Jack in an interview then he slides in her dms bc he saw that she was filming in a location close to one of his shows in the UK and the reader is akdhdlslslsjsk and goes and she goes backstage and then after his show she invites him out to a late dinner or something and he eats more than dinner 🤭🤭🤭

miss Blanca it’s an honor to write for u again my bby 🙇🏽‍♀️🫶

also I forgot they were in the UK for a moment and have Jack driving in this, which we all know that man would probably die driving on the other side of the road - but for this, we pretend! :)

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: basically fluff!! w a side of smut :), just some good ol’ making out, and oral sex (f!receiving)

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“So who’ve you got your eye on then, hmm?” Amelia questioned you as you sat across from her a chicken shop in London.

“Wha- I don’t have an eye on any-“ you started to laugh, feeling the camera pan in on you.

“Don’t lie, you’ve got to! You’re the breakout star of the year with your new film, and have caught the eyes of everyone, let’s be real!” She said smiling.

“Harry Styles?”

“He’s a sweetheart, but no.”

“C’mon, Drake?”

“No!” You laughed loudly. “He’s my older brother. Nothing going on there.”

“How about Jack Harlow?” She pressed you in a loving fashion.

“Yeah, Jack Harlow.” You tried to keep your composure, playing it off as a joke even though you did think he was cute.

“I’ve got an in with him you know? He took me out on a date once, different chicken shop though. Nothing further though, my eyes are more focused on Idris Elba.” She jokes.

The interview finishes filming after while later after some more banter and questions; and Amelia approaches you after.

“You know I can set you two up if you want? I have his number.” She offered, whipping out her phone and giving you an encouraged look.

“No, no that’s really okay.” You motioned at her, heat slightly running to your cheeks. “I’d rather get at him myself; or him at me. Not anyone in between.” You told her.

“Oh he’ll absolutely slide into your DM’s after seeing that. He won’t be able to resist you.” She laughed, giving you a wink before going to talk to her producers.

Nah, he’ll ignore it. It’s whatever! You thought to yourself, trying to release the nerves of Jack possibly reaching out.

—

The episode aired a few weeks later, and as you were getting ready for bed, you got a certain notification.

jackharlow wants to message you.

“Oh shit.” You said, eyes widening and sitting up in your bed. Immediately you called your best friend.

“Hey boo-boo, what’s up?” She answered the FaceTime snacking on a cookie.

“Yeah, so fuckin’ Jack Harlow just DMed me?”

“Bitch!-” She lept up out of her seat, pushing her face closer to the camera/ “What did he say?!” She yelled excitedly.

“I don’t know! I haven’t opened it yet.” You stared at your DMs, fidgeting with your nails.

“Bitch I swear if you don’t open it right the fuck now-“ she urged you.

“Wait, lemme just wait a few minutes, I don’t want him to see me see his message yet-“ you compromised with her as she rolled her eyes, but let you be. You finally decided to open it and see what he said.

He had sent the instagram post from Chicken Shop Date with a message.

jackharlow: 🙇‍♂️ it’s an honor to be crushed on by thee Y/N. But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been crushin’ on you for awhileee now tho.

“Oh god.” You mumbled in shock.

“What? What did he say?” Your best friend pressed you excitedly. You repeated his message out as she let out a squeal.

“AHHH I told you he’s into you too!! I see you girl, shiiiit lemme start with them manifestations you’re always doin’, I’m tryna get me some dick too.” She smirked at you.

You chewed at your lip before deciding on how to respond.

y/ninstagram: Oh really? 🤔 Amelia should’ve mentioned that when she tried to give me your number.

jackharlow: did you take it? 👀

y/ninstagram: nah, I like when people ask me out themselves.

jackharlow: good thing I asked her for your number. Can I call you right now?

You swallowed, hard.

“He wants to call me right now.” You told your friend.

“SHUT UP! Oh my god, okay BYE! Go make babies with that fine ass white man- call me after, love you boo.” She squealed before hanging up.

You looked as his message, and grinned to yourself as you hearted his message.

Soon enough, your phone rang, and your heart was beating out of your throat at this point. You took a small breath and exhaled before answering his FaceTime.

He was laid against some pillows, probably in his hotel room, wearing a blue zip up sweatsuit. His curls framed his face perfectly, and his teeth basically sparkled as he smiled at you.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Jack.” He said.

You rolled your eyes and laughed a little.

“I know. Hi Jack, how are you?” You asked.

“I’m good, better now.” He confidently responded. “And you?” He asked.

“I’m good.. a little tired from work, but good nonetheless. This was also a nice surprise.” You flirted back at him.

He smiled widely, and softly laughed. “Well I’m not gonna hold you up too long, beautiful. I just noticed you’re in London, and was wondering if you would like to come see my show on Friday? We could hang out after and have dinner if you’d like?” He asked in a charming tone.

“Yeah okay, that’d be really nice.” You agreed, biting your lip to hold back your excitement.

“Great. I’ll see you soon then mamas, sleep well.” He said before you said your goodbyes and hung up.

“Oh god.. what’d I just get myself into?” You shook your head, smiling to yourself in disbelief.

—

It was now Friday, and Jack was almost done with his show. You had FaceTimed him all week before today, and as well as the two of you had hit it off; the sexual tension was almost unbearable. He had met you at the entrance and introduced you to everyone before the two of you hung out in the green room for a bit. The two of you bonded and flirted; playful comments and touches thrown here and there before it was time for Jack to perform. Something felt different about him; like the way he made you laugh, like genuinely laugh - not the fake laugh you used in interviews and when meeting upper business executives. Jack was caring and respectful, it was like you could see how soft his heart truly was, with every smile and witty comment with a glint in his eye - it was like you could see his heart glowing. He brought you backstage where you got to hang out with his friend Urban and a few others while Jack performed. You danced and sang along with everyone, and every once in a while, Jack would look over and smile brightly as he saw you having a good time. 

“I can see why he likes you.” Urban said as he stood next to you, cheering his best friend on from the sidelines. 

You turned to face him, a smile still on your face as you watched Jack perform from the corner of your eye. 

“Yeah? Hope it stays that way, ‘cause I kinda like him too.” You admitted to the blonde. 

“Oh no doubt. I haven’t heard him talk this much about a girl before; I can’t get him to shut up.” He laughed. “But I see why, now.” He turned to look at you, smiling. You blushed and lightly bit at your lips, looking over at Jack again. 

“Don’t gas me up too much now Urban, I may end up with an ego like your friend.” You joked, laughing with him as he put a friendly arm around you, continuing to sing and rap along with you as Jack put on an energetic show.

He finally finished with First Class, and the crowd was roaring. He thanked the crowd and made his way to the side of the stage where you stood.

“Sooo... what’d ya think? Not too bad I hope, I know I forgot some of the lyrics, but I think it was salvageable, no?” He said coming up to you; his dazzling smile and the dimples that accompanied it making you swoon.

“You were incredible, they loved you! Pretty sure they didn’t wanna let you go so soon.” You told him, eyes still wide at his work ethic and charisma he brought with him on stage. 

“Mmm, so kinda how I feel about you then?” He smoothly commented, blue eyes never leaving yours. 

“You still got me, we have dinner remember?” You countered, giving him a wink. 

“Of course, I could never forget. It’s all I’ve been thinking about this week.” He flashed another smile. “Let me just shower real quick, and then we can get going, yeah?” He said, and you nodded.

“I’ll be quick, I promise!” He yelled to you as he sprinted to his green room like his life depended on it, making you giggle. 

—

When he was ready, Jack told his team he wanted to take a car alone with you, and he guided you outside with him, holding your hand as the two of you talked about any and everything. He opened the door and helped you into the car before jogging over to the driver’s seat. 

“So I realized I never asked you what you wanted to eat- M’sorry about that, but there’s Italian, Chinese, or maybe you want something authentic since we’re in England-” Jack started to nervously babble as he pulled out of the parking lot before he felt you kiss his cheek. 

“No need to apologize Jack, I think it’s very cute that you wanna plan all of this out. But you must be tired no? D’ya wanna just go back to your hotel and order room service?” 

“I’m not that tired, plus I’m tryna treat this amazing girl with what she deserves; the very best.” He said. “Unless you wanna do that? I’m down for whatever you want, really.” He answered honestly. 

You gently kissed his hand that was intertwined with yours. 

“You’re too sweet. But I’ve always been a low-key, take out at home kinda girl. You can save the fancy dates for later on.” You smiled at him. 

“Room service it is then. Whatever my girl wants.” He grinned at you, changing course to his hotel. 

—

Jack basically ordered the entire menu, just so the two of you would have options, even though you told him it wasn’t necessary, he insisted. 

The two of you ate and talked, sharing laughs and playful touches as some Netflix show played in the background; neither of you paying attention to it anymore. You were now sitting next to him, his arm slung around the back of the couch, yearning to feel his touch, but you could tell he was ever the gentleman, not wanting to push any boundaries, but at this point, you were desperate to feel him. 

You turned you head and looked at him, and he did the same, meeting your eyes. You admired the golden, wispy, wiry tufts of facial hair that sculpted his face perfectly, his soft ringlet curls that made you want to lightly pull on them to see them spring back into place, his blue eyes - which were anything but cold, the slope of his nose, the freckled that adorned his cheeks; and finally, his pink lips that looked so soft and supple, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

You leant in and kissed him, with Jack kissing you back passionately. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to that all night, all week really.” He breathed out after you pulled away. 

“Me too, Harlow.” You giggled at him before he pulled you back in for another kiss.

What started out as innocent and mellow, the kiss diverged into a heated make-out session. You turned to straddle Jack as he helped you into his lap, his hands roaming your body, before he started to kiss your neck and down to your chest.

“Fuck, Jack-” you moaned out, his every touch electrifying you. 

“S’it feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, like he wasn’t about to combust with you on his lap. 

“So good.. really good,” you whimpered softly, starting to rut your hips into his, the friction from his jeans hitting against your clothed clit deliciously. 

You tugged at his curls, earning a low groan from him, as you pulled his head up from your neck, devouring him in another heated kiss. Jack moaned into your mouth, his tongue finding yours as you continued to rock against him.

“Bed, Jack- bed, please baby.” You whispered to the curly haired boy. 

“You sure? D-Don’t wanna make you feel like you gotta do anything-” He stuttered. 

“Such a gentleman, Jack Harlow.” You smiled at him before lowering your lips to his, pressing a soft kiss to him. 

“But, I want this, and by the strain I can feel through your pants, I’m pretty sure you want the same thing.” You whispered in his ear, making him shiver and groan. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me Y/N, I swear.” Jack said before picking you up in his arms, making you squeal and giggle as he brought the two of you to his bed. He gently tossed you onto the white sheets, and kissed you, slowly grinding against you as he held your head in his hands intimately. After a few more minutes of soft gasps and groans, and groping eachother, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please Jack, fuck me.” You told him. He stopped momentarily, and let out a sigh of defeat. You froze. Maybe he didn’t want this? Had you misconstrued his signals? Was he not into it anymore?

“Get out of that pretty little head of yours. I want to, believe me I want to - god I can’t even believe I’m saying no to you right now-” He started, eyes boring into yours with a genuine warmth. “But I like you too much, I really don’t wanna fuck this up with you by going too fast, too soon.” He explained. 

Your heart melted at his words, how the hell did this sweetheart of a man fall into your lap?

“Yeah, I get it.” You said. “We have plenty of time to get to that later on.” You agreed, despite your pussy scolding you for denying her what you could only imagine as ‘life changing dick’. 

Jack smiled at you, relived you understood where he was coming from. He kissed you again, savoring the taste of you, the feeling of you on him.

“Buuut...” he started, leaving warm hot kisses along your neck. “That doesn’t mean we can’t have a lil’ fun.” Jack said as his hands began to run down your sides.

“Oh yeah?” You feigned obliviousness. “What’d you have in mind?” You asked. 

“Just wanna make you feel good, s’that okay baby?” He asked, continuing to kiss you. 

“Yes, more than okay.” You breathed out, his touch making your head spin.

“Just tell me to stop and I’ll stop, no questions asked.” He told you, squeezing your hand in reassurance. 

Jack kissed down your neck, kissing between the valley of your clothed breasts, down to where the skin of your tummy peeked out - kissing right above your navel, and all over your pooch. His hands slid up the skirt you were wearing and you momentarily thanked god in your head that you decided against pants today. His fingertips reached the lace of your panties, and he pressed his thumb against your clit through your panties. 

“Fuck- just like that, yeah.” You whined.

“So wet, shit-, this all for me?” He inquired

“Yes-, all for you Jack, just you.” You cried out as he continued to rub you through the thin material.

“Fuck Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me..” he groaned out, as he rutted his hips against the mattress, desperate for a little relief.

His fingers tucked into the waistband of your panties, and he looked at you to see if you had a change of heart. You smiled at him.

“Please Jack, make me feel good.” You bit your lip, pleading for him to make a move.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

Jack pulled your panties from your pussy, a string of arousal connecting between the two before it broke as he threw the black thong to the side.

Without warning, Jack dipped his head between your legs and began to eat you out.

“Fuck! Oh my god- yesyesyes-“ you cried out as he demolished your sweet pussy. His nose pressed on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, rubbing against you as he pulled at your hips to nuzzle his face closer against your cunt.

“God you taste phenomenal, of course you fuckin’ do.” He laughed before taking your hands in his intertwining your fingers as he dove back into your pussy, face first.

Jack alternated between licking and tongue fucking you, and sucking and kissing your clit, driving you crazy at how fucking good he was at this.

You felt your core tighten, your release close. “G-gonna cum Jack, fuck don’t stop-“ you moaned, your hands squeezing his as you rutted your hips against his face. Jack let go of your hands and settled them on your hips with a firm grip. He groaned and the vibration from his throat sent you over the edge.

“Oh, shitshitshit, ah!” You cried out, your hands in his hair now, pulling on his curls as you rode your orgasm out. Jack kept sucking on your clit, overstimulating you until you pushed at his head.

You laid back in the sheets, sweat gleaming on your skin as a few strands of hair stuck to your forehead; and Jack was mesmerized at the sight. He couldn’t picture anything else more beautiful than your blissed out face- eyes screwed shut, lips puffy from your precious make-out sesh, and your skin gleaming so beautifully from the orgasm he just caused you to have.

He crawled up next to you as you recovered from your intense orgasm, kissing your lips a few times before planting a kiss on your forehead and bringing you into his arms.

“Fuck, you’re really good at that.” You finally broke the silence. Jack let out a hearty laugh as he pulled you closer to him.

“Thanks. I’ve been meaning to practice some more though be a little more selfless, ya know?” He joked.

“Well, anytime you’re in the spirit of giving again, don’t be afraid to hit my line.” You laughed into his neck.

“Trust me baby, you’ll be the first and only person I call.” He chuckled, bringing you into another sweet kiss.

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[filth1x1]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 alias is grey. currently in my late twenties. any pronouns work.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 after writing on tumblr forever, i've transitioned to using discord for its privacy and versatility. i'm looking for partners interested in writing smut that hits, that don't shy away from mature themes, and want to engage and invest in a long-lasting writing partnership. i'm the type that only wants one to two partners that i do everything with, with the goal being on creating lasting ships and plots. plotting will be done over discord and after we've passed each other's vibe check, a server with multiple channels will be implemented to facilitate our creative process. while i'm open to both plot-driven and smut, i obviously love smut and would want it to be at least 50% present. my tumblr is purposely the bare minimum as this is really just a host account to make friends to write with via discord.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 i refuse to write with people under 25, as i myself am in my late twenties and it makes me uncomfortable to engage with people that are that much younger than me (i would love mature, experienced partners!). i'm open to exploring dark and taboo themes and aim to create a safe space where we discuss boundaries and preferences thoroughly before and throughout our writing. i want there to be mutual transparency and communication and i have zero tolerance for drama. please be upfront and avoid ghosting- i don't like investing my energy for no reason. let me know if any aspect of our partnership isn't working for you and i'll do the same. additionally, i play all genders and positions, but please don't use me just for my dom m.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 i'm open to pretty much all kinks aside from scat. some of my favorites include threesomes/poly ships, groping, rough play (slapping, spitting, name-calling), hair pulling, ass play, and body worship.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 as mentioned above, i play all genders and positions. i can create custom muses for each plot, but some fcs i currently use are: jon bernthal, zane phillips, jeffrey dean morgan, sydney sweeney, salma hayek, and idris elba.

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 some things i'd love to write are: a mumu! where we have a centralized setting and multiple characters within that setting that we can world build with (for instance, a school environment but where everyone is older; an elite society with only the upper echelon but they're all harboring a dark secret, etc). some themes i love include age gaps, rivalries, anything taboo, and i'm a huge fan of slice of life as opposed to fantasy.

[magentastatus]

Not new to roleplay, but haven't been on Tumblr in quite some time! Stepping away from group roleplays and looking for a few 1x1 Discord partners.

See what I'm looking to write below:

21+ only. Please make sure your age is in your profile.

Only mxf at this time (me writing as female, bring me all your male/nb/trans muses!)

30+ FCs/muses are preferred

Slice of life is preferred

Comfortable with smut (but no smut-only plots, pls)

My favorite FCs to write as:

Jessica Chastain, Chelsea Tavares, Dakota Johnson, Florence Pugh, Katherine McNamara, Ana de Armas, Zoe Saldana, Gal Gadot, Phoebe Tonkin

Some favorite opposites (I'm open to more!):

Austin Butler, Ryan Reynolds, Jamie Dornan, Chris Pine, Oscar Isaac, Idris Elba, Adam Demos

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Don't hesitate to message me, if you'd like to write together! But, if you're someone only looking for smut w/o storyline, please refrain. Thank you!

[bmwheaven]

Hello everyone. I'm Benji, i'm 33 and from the UK. I write only on discord and only write smut and therefore will only write with those who are 18+. I write between 1-2 paragraphs in third person per reply. Under the read more you can see all my current muses:

Mason Gilbert - 38 - Ricky Whittle FC - 8 inches - Versatile

Leon Sheppard - 45 - Mike Colter FC - 9 inches - Top

Isaac Nash - 30 - Rome Flynn FC - 8 inches - Versatile

Kyle Yates - 38 - Eli Martinez FC - 8.5 inches - Top

Charlie Cook - 28 - Antoine Harper FC - 7.5 inches - Top leaning versatile

Lucas Power - 33 - Michael B Jordon FC - 7.5 inches - Top leaning versatile

Rhys Woods - 25 - Trevor Jackson FC - 6.5 inches - Bottom

Tom Doyle - 49 - Idris Elba FC - 8 inches - Top

Lucas Collier - 42 - Anthony Mackie FC - 7.5 inches - Versatile

Jayden Savage - 30 - Daniel Kaluuya FC - 7 inches - Versatile

Isaac Howe - 47 - Michael Ealy FC - 7 inches - Versatile

Mohammed "Mo" Henderson - 34 - Aldis Hodge FC - 8 inches - Versatile

Evan Reed - 53 - Boris Kodjoe FC - 7.5 inches - Bottom leaning versatile

Max Wilkins - 55 - Shemar Moore FC - 8.5 inches - Top

[noirsfantasy]

| 𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 |

🥖Info: she/her, 21 yrs, 20021007, Libra, 5'4, African American

🥖Actors/Singers: Michael B Jordan, John Boyega, Jonathan Majors, Rome Flynn, Lakeith Stanfield, Idris Elba, Vin Diesel, Tupac, Bruno Mars, Chadwick Boseman

🥖Characters: Hobie Brown, Adonis Creed, Damian Anderson, Dominic Toretto, Roman Reigns, Fontaine, Simon Basset, Black Panther/T’challa

🥖K-pop Groups: EXO, SHINee, Monsta X, NCT 127, NCT Dream, BTS, Super M, BIGBANG, Stray Kids

🥯I love to write fluffs, they are just so wholesome. I write smuts as well, but I am still developing my skill in that area. Please bare with me lol. Angst stories are also fun for me to write, so if anyone has requests from any categories, send them my way!

🥯My stories going forward are mostly aimed toward my African American audience. Some will be written in a neutral light, but I want to add more content for my black girlies out here.

🥯Anyone wondering what will happen with my old posts, I will keep them posted. I still like to go back and see what my writing used to look like and I know there are people who enjoy those stories as well. (We stan growth over here!)

🥯Please DO NOT request anything containing incest or pedophilia (I will not write romantically about anyone under the age of 18)

🥯Please don't rush me. Period.

🥯Don't be afraid to talk to me! I'm just a regular person like you. If there is some advice you'd like to give or comments you want to make, I am open to them all. All I ask is that we keep it nice and respectful. You respect me and I'll respect you.

🥯I WILL NOT be tolerating any type of hate or rudeness on this account. (any comments along those lines will be deleted and blocked)

🥯This account is a safe place for readers to unwind and live out fantasies. More specifically, I want this to be a place for black people to be able to see fics made for them. I want to write stories that are more relatable and less stereotypical.

[whisperstemptations]

formerly, kiissme. penned by, Y V E. 30s. she/her. SMUT CENTRIC but not exclusively. low activity. semi-selective. most muses are 30+. no minors engage and will be blocked on sight. no personals, pls. discord on request. under construction.

wanna interact? opens ! — memes ! — muse list ! — wanted plots ! — wanted opposites !

be sure to read the rules. ( when I write them )

Where in the world is (👉ﾟヮﾟ)👉 y v e ?

@whisperstemptations ( fandomless multimuse - you are here! ) @ofashesandthorns ( got / historical / bg3 - margaery tyrell ) @qveenofnoise ( stranger things / fandom based - jane bardot ) @quinntessentialmuses ( joe quinn muses, wip. ) @corrodedmaster ( stranger things based - eddie munson, wip. )

mobile muse list under the cut !

💋 — FAYE BROOKES, OG, 36, bisexual, journalist, karen gillan fc. 💋 — FAYE BROOKES, CEO, 46, bisexual, publisher, lotte verbeek fc. 💋 — FAYE BROOKES, 30s, bisexual, historical lady, eleanor tomlinson fc. 💋 — FAYE BROOKES, 40s, bisexual, historical countess, lotte verbeek fc. 💋 — SHEILA BROOKES, 59, hetero, english teacher, michelle fairley fc. ( non-romantic ships ) 💋 — PATRICK BROOKES, 64, hetero, construction foreman, gary lewis fc. ( non-romantic ships ) 💋 — JERRY BROOKES, 60, hetero, pub owner, john hannah fc.

💋 — ALYSSA MITCHELL, 30s, bisexual, criminal lawyer, amy manson fc. 💋 — KEITH MITCHELL, 30s, hetero, detective, sam heughan fc.

💋 — LYDIA COLLINS, 40s, bisexual, bookshop owner / author, laura fraser fc.

💋 — CHARLIE CLARK, 30s, hetero, music journalist, matt smith fc. 💋 — NATHAN COLE, 30s, hetero, craftsman, joseph quinn fc.

💋 — ELLIE MATTHEWS, 30s, bisexual, graphic designer, felicity jones fc. 💋 — LIAM JACKSON, 40s, hetero, CEO of family oil, josh henderson fc. 💋 — JADE HART, 30s, bisexual, assistant to FAYE BROOKES, kat dennings fc.

💋 — FELICITY HARRINGTON, 40s, bisexual, actress, natalie dormer fc. 💋 — ALISHA KNIGHT, 40s, bisexual, heart surgeon, freema agyeman fc. 💋 — JEONG-EUN KWON, 40s, hetero, CEO of father's company, hyun bin fc. 💋 — BRYAN ALEXANDER, 40s, hetero, college professor, chris evans fc. 💋 — SANTIAGO BARRERA, 40s, hetero, artist and professor, diego luna fc. 💋 — RICHARD LIVINGSTON, 40s, hetero, duke / royal, henry cavill fc. 💋 — KURT BAKER, 40s, hetero, private investigator, dan stevens fc. 💋 — CHERYL ABBOTT, 20s, bisexual, young actress, sydney sweeney fc. 💋 — SCOTT WEST, 40s, hetero, talent turned talent manager, idris elba fc. 💋 — ABIGAIL CHAMBERLAIN, 20s, bisexual, preacher's daughter, lili reinhart fc.

💋 — CARVER ASHFORD, 50s, hetero, architect, timothy olyphant fc. 💋 — JASON ASHFORD, 30s, hetero, chef, joe keery fc.

💋 — ALICE ASHE, 40s, bisexual, brothel madame, natalie portman fc. 💋 — VIOLET DARLING, 30s, bisexual, escort, lily james fc.

💋 — TRIXIE HOLMES, 40s, bisexual, corporate lawyer, january jones fc. 💋 — ROXY WRIGHT, 20s, bisexual, OF content creator, josephine langford fc.

💋 — JOHNNY BARRETT, 50s, hetero, rock legend, jeffrey dean morgan fc. 💋 — JOY BARDOT, 30s, bisexual, law secretary, brianna howey fc. 💋 — JANE BARDOT, 20s, bisexual, aspiring singer, danielle campbell fc.

💋 — LUISA GUERRA, 30s, bisexual, influencer / business owner, melissa barrera fc. 💋 — DANIELA GUERRA, 20s, bisexual, investor, camila mendes fc.

💋 — MARK SPENCER, 40s, heterosexual, college dean / headmaster, tim downie fc.

[lustfulheart]

INDIE SMUT RP (PLOT CENTRIC) - YOU MUST BE (PREFERABLY) 21+ TO ENTER PLEASE AND THANKS AND (AS OF 7/23/2023) I HAVE SWITCHED TO BETA EDITOR ONLY.

Welcome everyone to my page! I am a mostly mutuals only blog, but if you see an open in the tags you’re more than welcome to answer it even if we don’t follow each other! Some of the best partners are found that way, but just know I might be selective at times when it comes to muse and such. PLEASE DON’T PESTER ME IF I DO NOT FOLLOW YOU BACK. YOU MAY ANSWER AN OPEN IF YOU SEE ONE, BUT IF I DON’T REPLY PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO GUILT ME. I HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO AS I PLEASE ON THIS BLOG, THE SAME AS YOU DO.

I play both female and male characters (there is an obvious lean towards females) and while I’m not here to say you have to double up with one of my girls to get my guys, just know those threads might come a bit slower at times. I don’t try to drop threads without at least making some sort of PSA post about it though, so keep an eye out for them if I don't come directly to you with it!

When it comes to pairings, all of my men are straight and a majority of my ladies are bisexual! Leading the bulk of my threads to lean either towards m/f or f/f, but at the time of updating this (7/23/2023) I will not be including m/m content on my blog in a sexual sense. I have nothing against it, but I will not write it I am sorry 🖤 When writing a starter though, I will always include the preferences at the top so there is no confusion. 

All standard rules apply here, don't be a dick and we should get along fine. Discord is more likely to be given out to people whom I have plotted with a little bit at least on here already, I just have to know it’s not gonna flop and go nowhere within a day or two. That, and it is now the place where all of my kinkier plots go to be written as to spare the dash as much as possible.

LINKS:

Muses | Banned FC's | Starters | Wanted Opposites | General Plot Wishlist

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Below the cut is my mobile friendly muse list! It will be updated as I continue to expand the roster.

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IF A “⩥” APPEARS NEXT TO THEIR NAME IT MEANS THE MUSE IS ONLY AVALIABLE UPON REQUEST / DEPENDANT UPON THE PLOT AT HAND! (I just simply do not wish to get rid of them entirely, but they are going to be a lower activity muse by default)

LADIES:

Jenny Boyd - Cassie Dunbrow

Ana De Armas - Elena Ortega   “⩥”

Dove Cameron - Bella Grover

Madelyn Cline - Sydney "Syd" Limpkin

Dianna Agron - Violet Monroe   “⩥”

Madelaine Petsch - Kat Hendricks

Grace Van Dien -  Zoey White

Kathryn Newton - Twyla Allen

Zoe Colletti - Liddy Caldwell

Sadie Sink - Kirby Lewis

Holland Roden - Ginny Wallace

Gemma Chan - Mei Lin   “⩥”

Natalia Dyer - Tori Van Dickson   “⩥”

Camila Mendes - Izabel Torres

Ellie Bamber - Madison Penn

Sydney Sweeney - Charlie Kramer

Kaitlyn Dever - Hayley Sumpter   “⩥”

Amy Adams - Lauren Moore

Anne Hathaway - Andrea Fernway

Sarah Rafferty - Monroe Danes

GENTS:

Tyler Hoechlin - Parker Hornsby   “⩥”

Bradley Cooper - Ash Winger

Robbie Amell - Klaus Weber   “⩥”

Idris Elba - Simon Huntsman

Matthew Noszka - Jaxon Krol

Pedro Pascal - Mateo Soto   “⩥”

Dacre Montgomery - Ryker Collymore

Chris Pine - Ethan Sharp

Jason Momoa - Levi Madden “⩥”

Grey Sallow - Ryan Gosling

[kittttycakes]

Yes, that look in 1789 is a whole lotta hot damn.

I love the thought of Morpheus and Grace teaming up to torment Hob. *holds hands and considers this very, very much*

I think it would be great to see Grace get her freak on. I also feel like I can picture a baroque or renaissance-esque scene with Hob caught between Morpheus and Grace. Or even Hob caught between Demon!Morpheus and Angel!Grace (thinking George Clark Stanton’s Death and the Maiden here).

I am also imagining your dragon’s hoard of smut ideas and I want to Scrooge McDuck dive into it!

Yes, you should definitely watch it, it’s quirky but so good, and Idris Elba is just nnnnghhhhh. And his voice. And hands. Omg.

I'm obsessed with that look Morpheus gives him in 1789, and I'm dying to know what the acting direction was there or if Tom and Ferdie just...ran with it.

Hob would also be very into it. Two of his favorite people, focused on him? He's highly motivated to make it through any torment, knowing that he's getting exactly what he wants in the end. He can be patient when he knows it’s worth waiting for.

Someday Grace will absolutely be allowed to get her freak on! I think the thing about Grace is that she's just as unhinged as Hob and Morpheus are, she's just better at keeping it in, until she realizes that she can just match their energy and neither of them think it's odd.

Demon Morpheus and Angel Grace I'm!!!! Absolutely losing my mind over this. God, what a concept. There’s just something about Morpheus to one side, whispering promises in his ear, and Grace pressed to his other side, fighting equally for his focus and attention (in the end, of course, they all win, there’s no losers here, no matter who Hob gives in to first).

(I have to link the painting here as well, because yes hello yes absolutely yes.)

Please feel free to dive in with me any time! I have so many thoughts about all of them, and eventually I will get around to properly writing them all, but until then I just turn them all over in the microwave of my mind and enjoy them. I feel like I haven’t given Grace’s specific fantasies enough page time and that really does need to change.

I am such a sucker for a voice. You know what I mean, the depth, the resonance, that ineffable quality that just stops you in your tracks and makes you go oh. And don’t even get me started on hands……..

[badtouchs]

this is a roleplay blog focused on gay smut involving dark/taboo subjects. don't follow if uninterested or uncomfortable. policing/hate will not be tolerated.

general info :

i'm above twenty-one years of age. i live in the bra timezone. i'm open for writing in discord, but i highly prefer tumblr (open to sideblogs, even). i'm considering a muse list - for now, characters will be made up based on plotting/thread.

interested in :

dynamics: incest, teacher/student, boss/worker, kidnapper/victim, home invader/victim, abusive husband/victim, stalker/victim, nerd/jock, cowboy/city guy, fraternity bros, cop/thug, dirty cop/victim, rock star/groupie, priest/altar boy, cruising, grindr date (goes wrong), cult leader/follower(s), stripper/customer, creep neighbor, fandom characters. settings: medieval/historical, apocalypse, disaster, supernatural, dystopian, horror/slasher, camping settings. kinks: age difference, gangbangs, cuckolding, breeding, monsterfucking, humiliation, size difference, bodily fluids, degradation, feminization, facials, pec play, watersports, slapping, impact play. extreme: dub-con, non-con, raceplay, underage/age play, orientation play, gender play, beastility (selective), bigotry, political play. more tba.

faceclaims :

andrew garfield. adam scott. zane phillips. idris elba. chris hemsworth. chris evans. sebastian stan. jack quaid. jake gyllenhaal. trevante rhodes. froy gutierrez. richard madden. jason momoa. brandon perea. david corenswet. michael b jordan. evan mock. henry cavill. kj apa. charles melton. jacob elordi. eric dane. aldis hodge. matt bomer. jonathan bailey. jonathan groff. aaron taylor-johnson. bob morley. danny pino. andre lamoglia. carloto cotta. alexander ludwig. alexander skarsgard. bill skarsgard. michael evans behling. dylan o'brien. winston duke. lewis tan. will sharpe. theo james. rege-jean page. jensen ackles. jared padalecki. jeffrey dean morgan. chace crawford. alessandro bedetti. jon bernthal. andrew lincoln. clayton cardenas. jeremy allen white. avan jogia. dylan minnette. thomas doherty. ross lynch. lee pace. leo woodall. timothee chalamet. oscar isaac. matt barr. travis van winkle. chay suede. wagner moura. jesse williams. ricky whittle. mason gooding. jack champion. pedro pascal. ethan hawke. drew starkey. harris dickinson. joshua bassett. david harbour. milo ventimiglia. paul mescal. non-comprehensive.

banned / hard no :

writers under the age of eighteen. faceclaims under the age of eighteen. faces: most tiktokers/influencers/models. johnny depp. harry styles. noah schnapp. more tba. kinks: scat, rosebud. more tba.

[fvckvought]

an independent and selective multi-muse roleplay blog with fluctuating activity, featuring canons and original characters for the boys television series. this is a side-blog so i cannot follow back, which makes this blog not mutuals only. expect highly nsfw and smut friendly writing with a personal preference for all things gay. muses are written by decimus, 30+, any pronouns, advanced lit.

discord can be given out in private for rp purposes.

GOOGLE DOC. MEMES. OPEN STARTERS. WISHLIST.

mobile list of muses,

[ original characters ] cade 'ironveil' bishop ---- bio. small league hero, gay, 36, supe. fc: ricky whittle soren lastname ---- bio. vought international executive and compliance officer, gay, 42, human. fc: idris elba maksim 'hellspark'---- bio. vought international member of the seven, queer, 35, supe. fc: aaron taylor-johnson [ canon characters ] william 'billy' butcher. cia operative & member of the boys, bisexual, 40s, verse-dependent human or supe. fc: karl urban stan edgar. vought international ceo, acearo, 62, human. fc: giancarlo esposito benjamin 'soldier boy'. former u.s soldier, repressed bi, 103, supe. fc: jensen ackles john 'homelander' gillman. vought international leader of the seven, i don't even know sexual, 43, supe. fc: antony starr earving 'black noir'. vought international member of the seven, queer, 50s, supe. fc: nathan mitchell

[whereiswonderland]

27, 69, 70, 81

27: Has anyone ever written a song or poem for you? not a song, but a few poems. the only one i kinda remember now was about eating my pussy lol. getting with a muscian and gettin a song written for me is on the list though 69. What turns you off? certain people's attitudes are a real turn off. addiction, because of my family. 70. What turns you on? all sorts of things can turn me on lol. but it's gotta be someone i want doing it. like, not just anyone can tell me what to do, but the right people ordering me around def gets me wet. dirty talk and sexting for sure, smut of all varieties. blood. etc. 81. Who are five people you find attractive? idris elba, norman reedus, becky lynch, nurys mateo, 50 cent. in no particular order, and i could keep going lol.

[whcrror]

PART II / DEBUNKING COPYING CLAIMS AGAINST NOVA: SIDE BY SIDE BIO COMPARISON. (might have to be three parts due to photo limit).

to preface this, we reached out to Djaq to see if she wanted to engage, and give us Gaea's bio. not to mention, whether Djaq was open to addressing the information we have gained.

we have tried asking the relevant question that should have been asked a long time ago: are Temperance and Gaea even similar?

Djaq has always claimed that if she has an issue, she would always voice it and respond to genuine inquiries. Djaq also stated that she has nothing to hide. however, we were blocked after making the inquiries mentioned above.

the inquiries you are about to see were never answered publicly by Djaq, unless directly stated otherwise.

let's start from the beginning.

in our research for the post we have made before (part i), we had noticed that she had changed her face claim for her oc Aramis. This change was from Keanu Reeves to Idris Elba. now, to prefix this - doing this is totally okay. It is 100 percent okay to change a white face-claim to a POC face-claim, as representation is important. again, if everything is done respectfully - which in Djaq's case, it was - then all power to that decision. especially if you're a POC man who is fed-up with the lack of representation in the RPC, and wish to diversify their dashboards. (same with any underrepresented community).

however, where the problem does arise, is the blatant references Djaq has made to the changing of Temperance's face-claim. Djaq has also now claimed that she has an issue with Nova having changed her face claim. Nova had changed her face-claim (july 22nd 2019, a year after Gaea's existence/see reference in part i) from Jenna Coleman (a white face-claim) to Beyonce Knowles-Carter (a black face-claim). again, nothing wrong with that. although as we've said, Djaq has claimed to have an issue with this. i'll get to this in a moment.

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with that out of the way: with this particular emphasis in mind, once I had seen that Aramis had been changed from Keanu to Idris -- I reached out to Djaq politely to hear her side of the story. she said this:

note, this ask was answered publicly: let us go through this a bit: however we won't be harping on this too much, as we went over the reason why Nova changed her face-claim to Beyonce in part i of this post. this should now be cleared up: at least if you care to listen to either side of the story. however, again, we have no problem with Djaq or Nova doing this. we just wanted to hear Djaq's side of the story regarding the issue present, and the emphasis on that particular fact. a fact which seems pretty irrelevant to the story (other than the fc change in general. the constant phrasing of white to black, Jenna to Bey: the specification never sat right with us). we also addressed the 'big deal about their fc's being too similar' in the part i post, below this one. what we do feel the need to address here is the idea that smut writing ticked up, after she made the change. now, i suppose the expectation would be that we would not do our research on this. regardless of the easy explanation that sometimes people simply wish to write smut more often once they become more confident in their smut writing: Temperance has always been a relatively smutty character, as we've noted going through old blogs (all links to previous blogs included in pt. i to peruse for yourself, if you don't believe us) with head-canons running from one face-claim to the next. we will post some examples, but won't go too hard on it, since this is a pretty silly thing anyway. especially considering that Djaq shouldn't have been able to tell a significant difference. especially if Djaq hadn't been keeping up with her.

not sure if this is enough for Djaq to remove this from her DNI/posts. However Djaq is always free to peruse Nova's blogs for more insight. anyway, this lead us to wish to inquire about what we've personally been wondering about, and waiting for. waiting for what we would argue, is a very long time. this is considering that it's been years since the callouts have begun coming out, from Djaq's side. no matter what the different claims over the years have been, (made by Djaq): the establishing claim that ties the entire basis of Djaq's arguments together, is the alleged fact of the obvious similarities between the two characters. the similarities between Temperance, and Gaea. our thoughts above on the situation will be made more clear in the ask we've tried to send. this ask will be included below. this ask was NOT answered publicly. we thought it was important to send the ask, as we feel like no real research has been put into this topic and everything has been word of mouth. where is the side-by-side comparison of bios? wouldn't this prove or disprove everything once and for all? we think it should, so why would Djaq not give that information if Djaq has evidence she hasn't posted about the alleged copying? see below: first, we asked politely if she had the screenshots of the biographies she could post, so that we could see whether the characters in question were at all similar. we got a response, however in private. here is the screenshot:

an odd thing considering Djaq has claimed to have nothing to hide. However, Djaq also claims to have evidence. Nova has never called Djaq a fetishizer as we know of - again, links provided for your perusing pleasure in part i, as well as the claims we mention in this paragraph. please reference this, if you're confused. anyway, now we need to clear up the obvious issue with all of this. please note, we did not receive ANY type of response to this ask, posted below:

we asked Djaq if she would be willing to go on record with the response to the above ask, and the one we received a private answer to. we gave Djaq two hours or so to respond, before sending this:

we tried to go about this as politely as possible, and definitely understand and will own up to the faults of the behavior displayed by us. however, we did want to give Djaq the opportunity to clear the record herself. we will not embellish to speak badly about Djaq, as this is not what we want to do. we don't know Djaq personally, and have no personal issues with Djaq. However, as we said we thought this was a VERY important point, and it was unfair to keep this out of the narrative when it seems like such an easy thing to prove or deny. shortly after sending this ask, we were blocked from this account by Djaq. this leads us to this post, where we will post the two bios of Temperance and Gaea below. (we will also be posting another version of temp's stats where the main verse changes from Temperance being a doctor to a baker, as well as a link to the google doc) The first bio of Temperance's is from before the face-claim change, and before the 'drama' began. The second bio is after Temperance's face was changed from Jenna to Beyonce. The third bio, is Gaea's. The bio for Gaea is taken from the blog unecrth. the link below contains the biography.

we won't say much about the bios as you can gather as an adult human being, whether the characters are as similar as everyone has thus-far been lead to believe. Jenna Coleman bio of Nova's:

Beyonce bio of Nova's:

main verse / link to google doc (Temperance/Nova) (we ran out of image space so reference as you wish)

again, you can do with this information what you want. we advocate asking us any questions and we'll try our best to answer them with the knowledge we have.

the last thing i'd like to mention is in reference to part i, as we'd like to make it clear that we do know of one single post of Nova's addressing the drama over the years, which can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/khalaesi/722030543652388864/i-am-here-to-write-my-barbies-and-to-just-have?source=share

Djaq has directly addressed this post: https://www.tumblr.com/thewhorrcrs/724061589272133632/im-going-to-take-a-moment-to-address-something?source=share

nova's statement on this post:

'i really wrote this cause i'm tired. but it wasn't really directly at her either. i don't mention her and frankly wasn't vaguing. i was just venting, is what i was doing. i even put it under a read more because no one who didn't want to read it, would have. just airing out my thoughts, really for the first time publicly. i try to keep my following very separate from hers. i knew there was a possibility she could see it since she legitimately said she would be keeping an eye on me. but there are more serious issues on tumblr than just two people who enjoy an artist using the same faceclaim. that's what all that at the bottom was about. i've spent years bettering myself, and have tried to change for the better, so i was just finally tired because after years, even after a whole two year hiatus, nothing changed.'

other than that, you will not find one negative word about Djaq on a blog of Nova's. again, you can find the links to Nova's blogs in part i. we hope this helps broaden the story and thank you for reading. have a lovely day!

@whorrcr