#indie lesbian rp

[cowboymusing]

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send a pairing, a number and a letter for a usfw started based on the gifs below! bonus points if you specify which muse(s) you want. WARNING: the gifs attached are usfw.

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[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?"

[terrorbitch]

open to: all, w or nb pref.

plot: your muse suspects kolbie of killing her husband, but she’s gotten away with it.

suggested connection: detective, journalist, husband’s sibling, husband’s affair partner, husband’s parent, whatever you can think.

“i think it’s actually kind of cute that you showed up here, throwing around accusations when i’ve been off the hook for the last month. i mean, how… rude of you to press me about my husband’s accidental death.” but she was smirking, because the little game of cat and mouse was driving her crazy and making her feel more alive than ever before. “why don’t you grab a drink and sit down, we can go over this all again.”

[bjeweleds]

PLOT - based on this. beware, nsfw gif. OPEN TO - f/nb. MUSE - carmella reyes. 28. CONNECTION TYPE - best friends who are unaware they want to fuck each other... until now.

"i dare you to take off your bikini and jump in the pool." flashing them a smile she leans her head on her hand. "don't be fucking ridiculous. no one is going to see us, bitch. we're in a fenced off backyard."

[unholyvelvet]

open to: anyone plot: lottie's clean up all the trash on the floor after family/friends opened up the presents and oops she forgot she's wearing a pretty little plug! connections: bf/gf, any step/family relations, s/o's siblings, s/o's parents, literally anyone

she doesn't hear them at first, still on her hands and knees reaching out for the wrapping paper and it's only then that lottie hears them. sitting back and realizing that she's been flashing herself the whole time. "oh god, how embarrassing." it had been a present for later, after everyone had gone home but lottie was distracted by the mess. "i don't even know i forgot about that."

[softdrabbles]

open to: w 35+

muse: ashton mathews, thirty one, they / them

connection: lover

plot: your muse is married with a family and has been having an affair with ashton

"are you sure you have to go? i can make us those blueberry pancakes you love so much with ice cream. we could lounge around watching trashy tv, i can offer endless to-die for massages, clothing optional of course."

[aphoenixgurl]

Open to f/nb plot

Nessa returned the kiss with a soft hum as she embraced the other. Yet guilt made her end it rather abruptly to pull her head back. "I... I don't think my boyfriend would like me doing this," she confessed before biting her lip. The look in her eyes and the fact that she hadn't let go of the other made it clear she didn't really want to stop.

[sweetsirenitas]

open: m/f/nb 21+ muse: Rose, 26, she/her, bisexual connection: friend, crush, up to player

"You look nervous," Rose smirked. "Did you want to ask me something?"

[pristinebutdebauched]

Open to any✨taboo connections are welcomed✨

"Are you sure this dress is alright?" Penny asked. The little black dress she was wearing was hugging her in ways her normal clothes didn't. Showing off her assets which she normally hid underneath a cozy hoodie. "It's not too much is it?" She felt a bit insecure, not used to dressing like this. But they insisted that she should at least try it out. And she has never been good at saying no to them.

[devianttxrts]

open to: w/nb/m muse: shiloh denny, 24 - 30, bisexual, bartender

"oh my god, fuck off." barely suppressing a laugh, shiloh gave them a shove before lifting her arms in another futile attempt to reach the lighter they held over their head. "you know i kinda need that to light this, right?"

[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.”

[cowboymusing]

'𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕪' 𝕨𝕝𝕨 𝕘𝕚𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤

send me a number & muse(s) and i'll write a starter based on the linked gif. this is for trans inclusive wlw couples, so any scenario you see fit for your muse should work! warning: all gifs contain s*xual content

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[kinciskarma]

muse: Indy Ramos - Flight Attendant open to: anyone connections: best friends, ex-fwb, roommate, roommate's s/o, sibling's best friend or s/o, whatever comes to mind. plot-ish: Indy just got broken up with and now she's ranting.

"As he came, can you believe it?" Indy grunted while going through her closet, trying to find just anything to put on. "This must've been my fifth shower trying to scrub him off of me because I feel so disgusted," huffing, she just punched her fist into the clothes that were hanging and turned to look at the other. "Like... who does that? You're in the middle of fucking and once you hit your peak you're like 'oh, I'm breaking up with you'?" Indy lowered her voice in a way of mocking her now ex-boyfriend. "Why are guys such assholes? I shouldn't be this mad. It isn't like he ever made me orgasm."

[terrorbitch]

open to: w & nb.

plot: our muses are at a show (could be a small house show or a bigger one) and the headliner use to date logan, and wrote and performed a song about cheating on her or something embarrassing. she ran out and your muse followed.

suggested connection: stranger, someone who babysits for her and didn't realize they were at the same show, 'straight' bff that is having unresolved feelings, fwb, or whatever you can come up with!

when she realized that she was essentially the butt of the joke, logan tried her best to laugh along. but all of the insecurities from when she was growing up started to infiltrate her brain and she ducked out, accidentally bumping someone on the way as she tried to get air. she felt like she hit a wall. or got hit by a truck. as dizzy as she felt, she managed to seat herself on a bench outside of the venue and before she could really have a panic attack she noticed the person she bumped following after her into the cold air. "s-sorry, you... uh, i didn't⸺i'm fine." but the look on her face and the way her voice was shaking, she definitely wasn't fine.

[jxyride]

muse: harlow lucas open to: women connection: best friend

"i promise you there's nothing wrong with your pussy! your boyfriend was an idiot for breaking up with you."

[brklynbxby]

open to: f

Tag: @indiestarter

Plot:  sb give me a “we live in the same building but you keep ordering sexy lingerie online and writing my apartment number instead of yours so your packages keep arriving at my door again and again so i have to go upstairs to give them to you all flustered because now i know what underwear you’re wearing and maybe i wanna see you wearing it bc you’re actually really cute ???” plot pls, i’ll give you my life

Rhea stared at the text notification on her phone advising her of the delivery of her matching red laced sets, her cheeks already heating as she read the wrong address for the fourth time. Apartment 5C. Not her own apartment, which was 6C, but the one directly below it. Again. She had only moved into the building a month ago, and her previous apartment number was still lodged in her brain.

Knocking on the door of 5C, she tried to compose herself, rehearsing the same apology she’d given the last three times. Before she could overthink it further, the door opened. “Hey,” Rhea began, forcing a smile and holding up her phone with the text on. “So, uh, I did it again. Forgot I live in 6C now. Apparently my brain refuses to move out of 5C. Sorry about this—again. I swear I’m not trying to turn you into my personal mailroom.”