#open gay rp

[sweetlittlebabyboy]

Open to Alpha Males, Ordinary Human Males, Slashers, Monsters, Killers, Vampires and Werewolves. Just be horny as fuck, lol.

Possible Themes: Dub-Con, Non-Con, Size Difference, Loss of Virginity, Corruption, Mpreg, ABO, Slasher, Kidnapping, Musk Play, Breeding, Knotting.

Scenario: Long lost Omega is out in the woods. On a full moon, in full heat. Human Omega. Abandoned by his pack when he was born. Has no idea he has wolf lineage. Has no idea someone is watching him. If need be, Caleb can be an ordinary human. He has a pussy, if you want otherwise, DM me.

The full moon was overhead. Musical moans escaped Caleb's lips. He laid in the grass, beautifully butt naked, continuing to play with his beautiful virgin opening. The boy was so young, pretty and pink. The smaller build young man had been camping by himself all weekend. He needed an escape from his drunk of a father and addict of a brother. Caleb was so horny, he thought he was going to go insane. All weekend long, he's been playing with his pretty little orifice. He was so lonely, and in desperate need of a real man to claim him. That's when he heard it, something in the woods. He had no idea that someone or something was watching him.

Almost reaching his climax, he quickly came back to reality when he heard that noise. He felt like he was being watched.

" H.....h...Hello......is arnyone there?"

[bitterdeathtoswallow]

The Timer AU - Lestat de Lioncourt

Note: This assumes that everyone has a timer that counts down until they meet their soul mate, and that in modern day, Lestat hasn't had that happen yet. (So Louis is not his soul mate)

This takes place following season 2 of IWTV. M/M Only

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He had told Louis he was going on tour. Surely Louis would have thought him crazy in his grief stricken state; but truth was...Lestat was going on a sort of tour.

HIs numbers were counting down quickly. Soon he would meet the person he had been searching for all of his life. That person who would match him completely and take away his immense loneliness.

His mind had brought him here. To this city. To this park. It was just after sunset. The barest hint of color remained in the sky; but the sun was a safe distance away and did not burn his sensitive skin.

He looked down at his wrist as he sat in the park. He could feel them coming towards him and he stood. Walking this way, the numbers seemed to speed up, until finally...he stood before them. His arm burned for a moment as the numbers faded away.

"There you are."

[galahadsrpboy]

Open to: men (top/bottom/verse)

Test muse: Jace Beleren, a telepathic mage who can jump between worlds.

Plot: Jace has moved into a new place and your muse is throwing pebbles at his window.

Connections: ex/boyfriend/crush of whoever used to live here

The first couple of clunks on the window jace had ignored. After the fourth though he moved to the window and stuck his head out. "I am trying to get ready do you mind?" He asked

[theromanbaths]

Caracalla's Nightmare. Gladiator II Open RP.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Help me... p-please."

[soncfthewitch]

Plot: There is no plot, but Toby is alone in the woods. He could be meeting up with a friend or another supernatural creature. It could be placed in modern times or something older/fantasy.

looking for: males, tops/vers-top/vers (I do not intend this to be smutty, but let’s be honest, it can be eventually), single or multiple muses.

notes: While Toby is a more supernaturally inclined muse, this thread is not strictly set in that verse and could be a more mundane/slice-of-life setting.

The trail didn’t feel right this morning.

Toby wasn’t the type to spook easy—not in broad daylight, not on a stretch of dirt he’d run a hundred times. But the mist was doing something strange today, sticking low to the ground, coiling around his legs like it was trying to slow him down. His breath came out in sharp puffs, curling into the air before disappearing. Usually, this was the part of the route where his mind wandered, where he could forget about the hundred little things that grated on him during the week. Today, the fog seemed to chew up his thoughts and spit them back at him, gnawed and mangled.

“Perfect bloody morning,” he muttered, kicking at a clump of wet leaves. It hadn’t looked this bad when he’d set out. The leaves underfoot were soggy and loud, the sound of them cracking like brittle bones. His playlist stayed paused. Toby hadn’t meant to run without it, but something about the fog had made him keep the headphones out. He couldn’t explain why.

That was when he heard it. A snap like someone breaking kindling over their knee—the sound so deliberate it had no place in these woods—somewhere off to his left. Not the harmless kind of noise, like a squirrel darting through the undergrowth or a bird scratching for worms. No, this sounded bigger. He stopped mid-stride, ears straining, heart thumping like a hand knocking on a hollow door. The mist curled tighter around his ankles, almost like it was pulling him back toward the path.

Telling himself it was nothing didn't help. The woods usually cracked and shifted—branches falling, animals scurrying—but another sound followed, a deliberate crunch from the opposite side of the trail. Toby’s mouth went dry, and he took a step forward, then stopped. He wasn’t sure why he stopped, only that it felt like the right thing to do.

The silence wasn’t empty. It pressed against him, thick and watchful, like it knew he didn’t belong here. He took a breath, then another, but the air didn’t feel right. Too damp, too heavy, too much like breathing through a wet rag.

It wasn’t just the mist. Someone—or something—was out there, and it knew exactly where he was.

[accidentallymagic]

"You're adorable when you cum." Remus cupped his lover's cheek, "But did you have to get it in my hair?"

[menofservice]

"So are blowjobs really part of the intern's duties?" Blake locked eyes with his boss, "Or were you just looking to get off?"

[aphroditesboys]

Open: Dante the hot priest

"You know I am always happy to hear your confession." Dante said softly as he shifted back against his leather seat, the priest's eyes falling upon the man as he moved into his church office. While sometimes such confessions would take place in a booth, other times people preferred a face to face with him. He knew he shouldn't take something of a thrill of hearing about the dirty thoughts and activities of people who walked though his church doors- he was fairly sure that was against some sort of rule of God but...well, he was still a mortal with very human feelings and temptations.

All the same the priest nodded to the seat across from him. "Would I like you to get a drink or water?" He said, as he nodded over towards a bottle of whiskey and two glasses he kept in the corner.

"If it would help you to relax, of course. We can start whenever you desire."

Dante added with a easy little smirk that danced along his lips.

'What is on your mind, exactly?"

[fxntasmagoria]

Muse: Michael (18-22. South Park)

Open to: M/F

Michael took a drag of his cigarette as he shuffled over to the other. "Hey. you busy? I mean like tonight? A few of us were going to hang out, if you want to join."

[slvttyraeken]

"all i'm saying is that if she's not going to appreciate the absolute stud of a man she's managed to land? perhaps you should consider other alternatives." theo cooed with a smirk. his eyes not even hiding how they were roaming up and down the other man's body.

[gleesgottengay]

is anyone interested in a gay smut glee rpg??

hi everyone!

i've been really itching for some good old fashioned tumblr roleplaying like the old days and i was wondering if anyone would be interested in me opening this roleplaying group back up?

it would be an all male gay smut glee roleplaying group!

if you'd be interested in joining in on that, like this and/or message me!

i really don't want to take the time and put in the effort if there's not a market for this kind of thing these days!

[oceanicxeyes]

Muse: Walter Simmons Open to: male, trans, nb Plot: Walter is a bartender at the local nightclub where Y/M goes to and he’s trying to cheer them up after a long day. - It can be childhood friends, co-workers, crushes

“You look dejected.” There was a slight note of concern on the bartender’s voice as he leaned over the counter to give the other a long, introspective look. Walter didn’t like seeing people down in the slumps for whatever reason. Life was too damn short to be mopping around – whatever the cause may be. To everything there was a solution and in his opinion, nothing could be a nice laugh in the company of friends. “I don’t like that look on your face.” There was a faint pause on his speech as the bartender glanced around to see if there was other clients waiting for their orders. As much as he liked his job – the loud music blasting from the speakers made it hard for him to actually keep a conversation going without having to shout. It was not ideal – especially since some topics of conversation were PRIVATE, so he needed to find an alternative to the whole scenario. “How about I take my break and we go outside?” Walter’s lips curled into what he hoped to be a reassuring smile as he gently rubbed one hand over the other’s shoulder. “We catch some air, we talk a bit and maybe – if I’m lucky – I can put a smile on your face? I don’t like seeing people too serious. Life’s too short to trouble your pretty little head with everything and anything.” Who knows what could happen tomorrow? “What do you say? Please, say yes. It’s going to bother me all night if I fail to make your night a little bit more enjoyable.”

[galahadsrpboy]

Open To: males (top/bottom/verse)

Plot: Your muse walks in on Corvin

Connections: Friend, Boyfriend, College Student, Anything that fits

Corvin had stepped out of the shower. He liked to let himself air dry a bit so he walked out of his bathroom into the kitchen and was getting himself a drink in just a towel when he heard the door behind him causing him to jump and whip around, him grabbing the towel as it started to fall. “What are you doing here?”

[theromanbaths]

A Gladiator's Fate. Open RP

Open to: All males

Plot: Your muse is a wealthy man, Roman or otherwise enjoying a private gladiator match

Varro had been defeated by his friend Spartacus in the private gladiator match held in your honor... would he die or be spared?

Perhaps the wealthy patron would be merciful and Varro's luck could still change, opinion swayed by the blond gladiator's pleading blue eyes or the thick muscle on display.

But he still lost.

What would happen to him now? Would he die or would he be allowed to return to the gladiator ludus to train more... or would he be send to the underground fighting pits or worse, sold to work himself to death in the salt mines? Or perhaps the wealthy patron himself would like to buy him.

The owner of these gladiators, Batiatus, was a relentless social climber eager for your favor so it was entirely up to you.

[bitterdeathtoswallow]

TIMER AU - Johnny Faust

"You are not what I expected."

Johnny looked at the man sitting next to him. While he knew that he was bisexual; he had always assumed he'd end up with a woman. Clearly that wasn't the case because his timer...which Gabriel said was sacred and protected from the Devil...had just gone off. For a man.

He didn't really know what to do with his hands...or really any of his body parts. He felt awkward.

"So uh...are you a fan?"

[accidentallymagic]

Anyone wanna give my muses some dark obsession plots?