#indie bi rp

[lungsandlips]

who: kade conroy. actor, asshole. what: just a little alone time open to: m/f/nb/idc

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Getting time to be all by himself is so rare that Kade always takes advantage of it. Even now when he knows there's probably somewhere else he's supposed to be or something else he's supposed to be doing the fact that he's alone is enough to let him forget all about it. Alone is enough to have him panting heavy, biting back little gasps. It shouldn't feel so good but it does, doesn't matter that he could easily be having someone else do this for him. Then suddenly he hears it, someone else, somewhere near and he's a little mad but not enough for him to stop.

"Fuck," he groaned. "If you're going to pretend you're not watching at least be quiet."

[kinciskarma]

muse: Reyna Levy (Muse could be changed just lmk) open to: females/males connections: stranger, friend, friend's ex, ex, fwb, anything that works? plot: Going old school with this. Reyna was driving (could be to your muses place or not if going with the stranger option), her car died and she forgot to charge her phone, so she ended up stranded. It's raining and she knocks on y/m's door.

Of course it had to start pouring the moment that Reyna's car ended up dying on the side of the road. She grabbed her phone, trying to turn it on but it was just the dead battery blinking on the screen. Groaning, Reyna's icy blue eyes scanned the dark street, seeing a place with a light on. Knowing this is how horror movies started, she was thinking about holding out and maybe walking to a store or some place, but she didn't know how long this was going to be and she was already beginning to get cold with how drastic the temperatures dropped since the first drop of rain fell. Sighing, Reyna threw her keys and phone into her bag. As soon as she opened the door to her car, she made a run for the only lit place on the street.

Just in those few seconds, Reyna was already soaked by the rain. Her clothes being stuck to her body and her teeth clattering as she rang the bell and consistently knocked on the door until someone opened. "Sorry to be all 90s about this. My phone died and my car died... is there anyway I can borrow a charger or your phone to have someone come pick me up?"

[heroesyoulove]

HEROES YOU LOVE. ( an independent multi muse for comic book heroes with a smut / erotica focus. ) mun is 25+ / minors will be blocked. muses under the cut. ( dark themes possible )

All muses are bisexual. I'll write m/f or m/m, no issues whatsoever.

MARVEL Steve Rogers / Captain America ( FC: Chris Evans ) Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier ( FC: Sebastian Stan ) Luke Cage ( FC: Mike Colter ) Danny Rand / Iron Fist ( FC: Luke Mitchell ) Matt Murdock / Daredevil ( FC: Charlie Cox ) James Howlett / Wolverine ( FC: Hugh Jackman ) Peter Quill / Star Lord ( FC: Chris Pratt ) Clint Barton / Hawkeye ( FC: Max Thieriot ) Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver ( FC: Aaron Taylor Johnson ) Scott Summers / Cyclops ( FC: Theo James ) Frank Castle / Punisher ( FC: Jon Bernthal ) Reed Richards / Mr. Fantastic ( FC: John Krasinski ) Johnny Storm / Human Torch ( FC: Jesse Williams ) Flint Marko / Sandman ( FC: Alan Ritchson ) Alex Summers / Havok ( FC: Alexander Ludwig ) Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto ( FC: Michael Fassbender ) Peter Rasputin / Colossus ( FC: Josh Seggara ) Remy Lebeau / Gambit ( FC: Fabien Frankel )

DC Bruce Wayne / Batman ( FC: Pedro Pascal ) Clark Kent / Superman ( FC: Henry Cavill ) Oliver Queen / Green Arrow ( FC: Stephen Amell ) Barry Allen / Flash ( FC: Matt Barr ) Hal Jordan / Green Lantern ( FC: Oliver Jackson Cohen ) Roy Harper / Arsenal ( FC: Richard Madden ) Slade Wilson / Deathstroke ( FC: Jason Statham )

[rampxnt]

open to: m/f muse: chris ( test muse, he is a stock brocker, annoying, douchey, good in bed and sweet when he loves someone ) plot: could be exes from hs that hate each others guts but still hook up, or rivals in the stock world, or maybe ur muse is trying to take down chris for insider trading, lol anything

"Well," Chris said, a taunting smile playing on his lips as he glanced up at them, clearly irritated by their conversation. "This is my best friend's birthday party, of course I'm going to be here." He took a swig from his beer, then pointed two fingers towards the door. "If you don't like it, you can leave."

[looksgold]

plots   /   vibes   i   need   immediately   (lms   if   ur   interested   and   i'll   hit   ur   dms   up):

-   best   friends   who   sabotage   each   others'   dates   until   they   finally   accept   they   should   be   together -   party   boy   x   innocent   girlie   who   he   corrupts   lowkey -   influencer   x   influencer   power   couple   who   look   perfect   outwardly/on   social   media   but   also   maybe   he's   toxic   behind   the   scenes -   secret   relationships -   rich   girl   x   poor   boy   who   doesn't   think   he   is   worthy   of   her -   drug   dealer   x   their   best   customer   who's   broke   but   offers   'favours'   as   payment -   honestly   a   messy   ass   black   mail   plot

[blindspct]

WHO: dino matthison. personal trainer. bisexual. jon bernthal fc. OPEN TO: anyone 25+

dino sat on the steps of his front porch, blowing the smoke he'd inhaled from his cigarette out of his lips as he thought about what had happened the night before. was it a mistake? that's all that he could think about. surely, the other wasn't going to want this to be something long term when they could do so much better. he was snapped out of his thought process when he heard his screen door swing open indicating that the other was officially awake. "morning," he started, "you sleep okay?"

[thewheelofrp]

"I'm attracted to you in a way that a man is attracted to a woman...but I'm not gay!"

[invcntions]

open to all ! hear me out... just a little spn plot for two idiots (hs sweetheart vibes maybe) who were totally in love until oscar passed away and now he's just lowkey existing to keep them company, not even sure himself if he's a ghost/figment of their imagination

“ you know, i'm thinking this whole blind date thing is a really bad idea. ” he announces suddenly, brown eyes following the other round the room as they get ready — and all oscar can do is stand there, hands shoved in jacket pockets as he lingers on the edge of some reality he knows only they can see. “ i mean, what if the guy's a total weirdo? ” or what is he isn't, and oscar has to watch the two of them hit it off. “ just cancel, tell everyone you're not ready to date yet. ”

[swimmingsirenindierp]

open: anyone +25 muse: evelyn, 50, she/her, Bisexual/Polyamorous, Romance Novelist/bookshop owner connection: friend, fwb, neighbor, up to you

"I'm sorry," Evelyn was perhaps out of practice. Despite being a well established romance writer, she truthfully hadn't had her own romantic experiences in a long time. So to be standing with them, feeling her pulse quickening as she looked at them felt...oddly new. "You just have, incredible eyes. I don't know that I noticed them till just now."

[sunliights]

open to anyone. muse: charlie masterton. 24 years old. bisexual. she/her. botanical science student. plot: enemies to… is that… sexual tension?

“i hate you. the fact i have to breathe the same air as you? it’s insulting.” charlie's words might have held a little more weight to them if her gaze didn’t flit down to their lips before meeting their eyes again. she shook her head slightly, as if that would break up the thoughts in her mind, and tried to harden her resolve. “you should just stay out of my way.”

[lungsandlips]

who: kade conroy. major idiot. open to: m/f/nb what: a night out turned sour but kade's attention seeking ass loved it - until your muse (significant other, best friend, assistant, whatever) picked him up from the police station and took him home.

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The internet was ablaze with Kade's latest string of shenanigans. It had started simple enough, like these things always did. He'd just gone out for a few drinks. Maybe a few too many. Of course Kade always knew where the cameras were going to be, loved the way the attention made him feel. And, oh, he'd been hungry for it lately. At first he'd just been loud, obnoxious, the life of the party. Then, at some point and without warning, he was on the ground throwing punches and taking them in turn. He didn't know who separated them or how long the altercation had lasted. All that mattered was that he was absolutely buzzing. Could barely sit still in the holding cell, eager to be let out. Neither party wanted to cooperate, press charges and neither did the club (Kade brought them too much attention, he knew where he stood). Always so lucky he'd probably scrape by with no legal issues. It was public opinion that would be his problem. None of that mattered right now though, Kade too busy hanging his head as the desire for attention faded and the shame set in.

"You gonna give me the same old speech now or is it the silent treatment this time?"

[angelsdvsts]

ahh, okay official new page live now ! check it out [here] n if you want 1-2 starters give this a ♡ !

[hausofmist]

open to: all genders, 21+ with: elijah, late 30s, lighthouse keeper and local hermit plot: elijah is invited to a club by a friend to help him socialise - unbeknownst to elijah, the club is a sex club, because his friend thinks he's pent up and lonely open to: the friend who brought him, a complete stranger, a former lover, something taboo, etc. age gaps welcome.

it took elijah a little too long to realise where he was. in his defense, the front the club presented was very typical. he liked that the lights were dimmed and warm and none of them were flashing, and that the music was a reasonable level. he did think people were scantily clad, but isn't that what some people wore in the club? he did stick out in his jeans, t-shirt and hoodie combo. not sure why the doorman let him in.

he was enjoying a drink, being dragged deeper into the club by his friend when they disappeared. how many hallways did this place have? it was like a maze. he went from room to room, and with dawning realisation understood this wasn't a regular club... or if it were, they had changed a lot since he'd last been in one.

he was slightly mesmerised by a woman, naked except for the tiniest thong he'd ever seen, was touched all over by two equally almost-naked people. he should look away, but under the warm lights, they made their actions look enticing. he felt himself begin to grow hard, and startled when a hand suddenly cupped his jeans. he whipped round to look at them, eyes wide. "h-hey."

[monstersxxorxxmen]

OPEN TO M/F/NB  WANTED CONNECTION: EITHER THE GHOST OR THE PERSON HE’S GIVING THE MESSAGE TO.

Usually Elliot didn’t try to help spirits move on, not anymore. The spirits didn’t have to suffer the damn consequences of going up to a possibly grieving person and delivering them a message or whatever it may be. But this ghost had been pestering him, Elliot hadn’t had a moment of peace in weeks and as annoyed as he was he was also sympathetic to the spirits plight.

Which is why he found himself standing around like a creep outside somewhere the spirit said the person the frequented often because he refused to look like a stalker and go to their home. He saw the person he needed to speak to “Remember I do this you leave me alone,” he muttered as he walked up to the person in question “Excuse me! Can I talk to you for a minute?”

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: brody's out here looking for any reason to start fighting people 🤷 but y/m break's it up. it's pretty vague so feel free to assume stuff or hmu to plot if you'd like. 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:  ex/old fling, friend/fwb, bf/gf/so, person he's fighting or the person breaking up the fight, whatever works~

Always ready to fight Brody shifted his feet subconsciously into a more defendable position as the man he'd started shit with moved to shove against his muscular chest, sending him only a step back. Without missing so much as a beat Brody shoved the other back, a few choice words leaving his lips as he cussed the other out. "Don't fucking push me man, I'll knock you the fuck out," he warned hotly, blue eyes fierce as a smaller body moved between him and the other guy, seemingly to end their flight before it had truly started. He shifted on his feet, movements easy and experienced with a fight, hands clenching and unclenching as they hung at his sides.

[loveshard]

muse: xavier york (he/him), late 20s, biromantic bisexual, fitness influencer & socialite

verses: human & supernatural: warlock (tvd inspired)

“if you're asking me to be honest.. fuck everyone else. i don’t care what other people think, i just want to be with you.”