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honeyedboneset · 2 months
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hello! i'm boneset (or bone). thanks for stopping by my super-specific search thread! if interested, please leave a reply or dm me!
a bit about myself: she/her. I'm currently in my late 20's and have been writing/roleplaying in some shape or form for 12+ years. i'm in grad school (and will be for awhile) and work full time in mental healthcare. occasionally, days are wild. 
when it comes to writing, i generally write somewhere between 500-1k words a post. the shorter the post, the faster i can write. i definitely value someone who's writing fits with mine over length or anything like that. i'm also super flexible when it comes to post rate. if it takes a little bit, that's totally fine! especially if we do build a rapport. i want this to stay as something that's fun for both of us. it's a hobby, so it comes after everything else.
doubling. i play a canon for you, you play one for me, and i love every character as my own. OR we both play two ocs who fall in love against their will. Idc.
m!canon x f!oc preferred (or m!oc x f!oc). I know who I am. I have no shame. I’m so super cautious about m// and f// after years of running into folks treating it as a fetish.
ooc chatting. for the rps that have survived my hiatuses, it's been because we made friends, or at least friendly. i like talking, sharing head canons, all that stupid crap. tldr: i need someone to send memes to.
ooc over discord, please, after we’ve graduated to that. DMs first if you don’t mind.
email, discord, gdocs, and tumblr in order of preference for the roleplay but I'm open to any.
i am a sap for romance. less so for super slow burns. sue me. I can barely read slow burn much less write it.
500-1000 words is my sweet spot for responses, but i'm not that fast of a writer, depending on what's going on. see: why i like ooc.
hard limits: be 18+ (21+ preferred) | will not write with people who identify as male (he/him) | incest | fetish stuff | abo | pwp | pedophilia | furries/beastiality | explicitly written sexual assault | abusive relationship dynamics between main characters | heavy substance abuse | main settings being medical | most highschool settings/underage characters | genuine love triangles or infidelity between main characters
pairings and all below the break!
for fandoms, I’m going to list what I’m looking to play the oc in. I am super duper happy to play nearly any canon character for you.
the walking dead:  *i haven't seen the spin-off series. super comfortable going as AU as we want. *looking for: glenn (pls pls pls), daryl *will play: rick, daryl, shane, negan, others probably *some vibes: people who knew each other prior to the zombies meeting each other again after, dead rising vibes, traveling through the wilderness, overgrown and rundown towns and cities, towns that have gone mad, human enemies, natural threats, fluff, megamalls, amusement parks, adventure, horror, fluff, uneasiness in the calm, found family, hesitant allies
resident evil: *i like it all, okay? welcome to racoon city, all the games, the animated films...even the live action netflix put out! it's just FUN. *looking for: leon, piers, carlos *will play: chris, albert, luis, piers, etc. *some vibes: hurt/comfort extreme, international adventures, partners in life and in work, idk absolute insanity. vacation? what's a vacation, there's always zombies, basically the evil of capitalism, embrace the weird of the game universes (i mean really. there's werewolves)
the last of us: *i've played both games and watched the show *looking for: tommy miller, m!oc *will play: joel, ellie, others, m!oc *some vibes: FIX IT JESUS, protecting family, human enemies, natural threats, antagonistic towns, lost in the wild, weird periods of domestic easiness followed by hurt/comfort hell red dead redemption: *i've played rdr and rdr2. kind of familiar with revolver. *looking for: charles smith *will play: arthur, john, dutch, others (but not micah) *some vibes: railroad turmoil, dutch has lots of plans (very little outcomes), high society meets the old west, running from the law, causing problems, adventures in the big city, trying to leave old lives behind, forbidden love, enemies to lovers
fallout: *i've played 1, 2, 3, 4, 76 & NV. mainly looking for nv. *looking for: m!oc *will play: ask for canons, m!oc *some vibes: causing chaos in the wastes, embracing the local cryptid status of the player character, toxic people everywhere, attempting to survive, mercenaries, prostitutes, salt of the earth managing to do some good against their will, traveling to other locations avatar the last airbender *i've seen the show several times, live action, and korra, but haven't read comics. *looking for: adult!sokka *will play: adult!zuko, ask for other canons! *some vibes: post series feeling out their new roles in society, rebuilding following war, uprisings from unhappy sections, earth kingdom is just as big of a mess as firenation please help, 'forbidden' relationships, political drama, festival romance
original(ish) story vibes:
zombies! please zombies. love it. media inspo: l4d, deadrising, resident evil, twd, george romero
fantasy. royalty, pirates, mermaids, adventures, curses, and extra doses of romance. some assassins? hiding from responsibility? childhood friends to lovers and enemies finding common ground. media inspo: ACOTAR, lord of the rings, ever king, damsel, fire emblem, (for modern of these vibes) new protectorate by abigail kelly
urban fantasy vibes. witches and monsters, and romance and weirdness. maybe some monsters. eldritch beings. small town, rural america? media inspo: x-files, teen wolf, supernatural, stay a spell by juliette cross, scooby doo, being human, folk haven by lauren connolly, old gods of appalachia
cowboys! Modern? Traditional? I do not care i love cowboys and the south, just minus all of those….you know, issues. media inspo: red dead redemption, man from snowy river, yellow stone, lyla sage books
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oldhavnts · 1 year
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Hello all and welcome to my blog! I go by L. I’m practically thirty and am looking for one-two new partners to create new ships with.
I am almost thirty and prefer writing with other partners 21+
I primarily play male muses in m/f ships but am open to f/f
My activity is up and down, but please always feel free to message or inspo spam
I have an extensive list of muses and need to make a new page and remake my Pinterest
I write slice of life plots, usually with mature and taboo themes
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depraved-ending · 11 months
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One on one roleplay request;
So along with using this space for writing my fanfictions, I also want to use this blog to find someone who would be able to roleplay with me.
I am looking for someone to do double style roleplaying with me, which would be canon x OC on both sides. I have been roleplaying for I'd assume around 14 years, though it has been a few years or so since I last did it.
So I would like the person I roleplay with to be ideally female, definitely over the age of 18 and semi-literate/literate. I am also not stressed about the timing of replies, as I understand we are all busy with various things! 🫥
Oh! I would also hope we could get along outside of the roleplay. Also, I would prefer to roleplay via email as that's what I'm more comfortable with.
I really want to roleplay Tokyo Revengers or Otome games. (please ask if there's a game you want to roleplay!)
I'm open to any kind of AU or canon setting and I'm fine with any level of maturity. Though personally, I would prefer someone who is open to if the roleplay gets a bit 'mature' in some way.
Hope to hear from you! 😊
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romidoes · 7 days
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- what’s up with those prison clothes and the fucking mayo?!
-you said you wanted to do prison roleplay. i thought you felt nostalgic
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aamaryst · 4 months
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saw this redraw trend going around on twitter and dropped all my current wips to do it for them 🫶🏼
(+ a few other versions bc i had a lot of fun with this one)
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notsunnyowo · 4 months
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Prom Dress
Gojo Satoru graduation party headcanon :>
Content: Just pure tooth-rotting fluff, Female Reader (AFAB)
Word Count: 606
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"Satoru!! We're going to be late!" You called out to your date.
"Just give me five more minutes to finish up and I'll be right down!" You heard Gojo's voice coming from his dorm room.
"You said that fifteen minutes ago man!" You reprimanded. "My feet are killing me!"
The schoolyear had finally ended and you were over the moon with excitement. You had finally graduated from Jujutsu High and were now a full-fledged Jujutsu Sorcerer!
As the last day you'd be spending in the school, all your classmates, correction, every student currently attending the school had gotten together to organize a graduation party for your class.
You could hear the upbeat music coming from outside. I bet everyone's having a blast out there.. You thought. You, too were supposed to be out there, having the time of your life with all your friends, but instead you were stuck waiting for your best friend and current date - Gojo Satoru.
"That's it- If you don't come out this instant I'm going without you Satoru!"
No response.
"Alright then, I warned you." You said, turning around and taking a step forward, only to be stopped by the unmistakable sound of Gojo's room door opening.
"About time! If you'd made me wait even one more second I would've-" You paused, jaw almost dropping at the sight before you.
Is that..? N-No way.. It can't possibly be-
Standing right there in front of you was your best friend, yet you couldn't seem to believe it.
Since when did Satoru become this hot?!
"Y-You uh.. Look good. I mean- The suit looks good! On you, that is!. What is going on with me today..?!" Letting out an awkward laugh you clear your throat before suggesting. "Shall we go now? I'm sure the others are waiting for us."
"Yeah." Satoru gave you a soft smile, making your poor heart almost leap out of your chest. "Let's go."
He took his arm out, gesturing for you to take it, and once you did, the two of you began walking down the hall in silence. You didn't dare to say a word, especially not after what just happened a few minutes ago.
What had even gotten into you back there? Why did you begin stuttering like a nervous wreck in front of Satoru? It wasn't like you to get nervous like that, especially not when it came to Gojo, your best friend of nearly four years!
You glanced at him, heart skipping a beat while doing so.
I always knew he had a good looking face.. But I never realized how handsome he actually was..
It didn't take long for Satoru to take notice of your staring and look back at you. His crystal-blue eyes locked with your own. Looking into them felt like gazing deep into a vast ocean.
His previously soft smile quickly morphed into his signature shit-eating grin as he then stated. "(Name), you're staring."
Feeling the heat rushing to your checks, you immediately looked away, hastily uttering out an apology to the boy.
"Sorry about that.."
"S'fine." Satoru replied. "If I were you I'd also get lost looking into my eyes. Since they are breathtaking."
His comment made you chuckle, instantly lightening the mood.
"Yeah, they really are beautiful."
This time, it was Satoru who went quiet and you instantly looked at him, afraid to have done something wrong, only to be met with Gojo's flushed checks.
Were you seeing things or was the Gojo Satoru blushing right now? It sure was!
It took the boy a moment to compose himself before turning to you and saying.
"You look beautiful tonight."
A/N: I was scrolling trough Tumblr when I saw these pictures of Gojo and knew I had to write something about them. And so- Here we are :'D
Hope you all enjoyed reading! <3
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voxasks · 1 month
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gay as hell to have an arch nemesis. what's he arching? his back?
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“seeing  as  it's  alastor?  very  likely.”
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elryuse · 26 days
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Hey can you drop if possible yandere kwon eunbi
The Devil Within Her
YANDERE EUNBI X MALE READER
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The fluorescent lights of the practice room buzzed overhead, their harsh glare highlighting the smudged mascara tracks staining Eunbi's porcelain skin. The air hung heavy with the ghosts of past rehearsals, each echoing step a memory of Iz*One's vibrant energy, now a cruel echo in the sterile silence. The news of her ex-boyfriend's betrayal, a fresh gash on her heart, felt insignificant compared to the gaping hole left by the group's disbandment.
In this emotional wasteland, a single, comforting presence remained – Y/n. Unlike the stylists who fawned over her fleeting beauty and the managers consumed by the bottom line, Y/n possessed a genuine warmth. He wasn't swept away by the dazzling facade of Eunbi, the K-pop idol. He saw the woman beneath the shimmering outfits and perfectly choreographed dance moves – a woman vulnerable, hurting, and desperately clinging to the remnants of her dreams.
He'd become her confidante, a silent rock in the ever-shifting sands of her career. A shared smile after a grueling practice session, a knowing glance across the crowded music show stage – these unspoken moments bloomed into a secret language, a garden nurtured in the sterile confines of the entertainment industry. These stolen moments fueled a yearning within Eunbi, a desire that transcended their professional dynamic.
One starless night, Eunbi found herself slumped on the worn practice room floor, the sting of betrayal a bitter pill in her throat. The rhythmic thump of the bass from the studio down the hall mimicked the erratic beat of her heart. Suddenly, a familiar weight settled beside her. Y/n, his eyes reflecting a quiet concern, offered a box of tissues. The simple gesture, the silent understanding that transcended words, sent a jolt through her. In that moment, a seed, dark and possessive, took root in Eunbi's heart.
Years flowed by, a delicate dance of unspoken emotions. Y/n remained a constant, his unwavering support a lifeline in the whirlwind of Eunbi's solo career. Yet, the hunger within her gnawed relentlessly. She craved a deeper connection, a possessiveness that transcended the boundaries of their professional dynamic.
Then, the world tilted on its axis. News of Y/n's upcoming marriage arrived like a physical blow. The vibrant colors of her meticulously curated life leached into a dull grey. The thought of him, her silent knight, belonging to another woman was unbearable. A cold fury, a possessiveness so fierce it bordered on madness, consumed her.
Eunbi, the idol known for her innocent smile and sugary pop anthems, vanished. In her place emerged a woman fueled by a twisted sense of ownership. Whispers of "accidents" plagued Y/n's fiancee, her promising career crumbling overnight. The fear in the woman's eyes, the desperate pleas for help that reached Eunbi's ears through carefully placed sources, fueled a twisted sense of satisfaction in Eunbi.
One frantic night, Y/N burst into Eunbi's practice room, his face a mask of terror, a stark contrast to his usual cheerful demeanor. "What have you done?" he rasped, his voice laced with a fear he couldn't mask.
Eunbi leaned back in her chair, a cold smile twisting her lips. "Just ensuring you understand who truly cares for you, Y/n," she said, her voice devoid of warmth, laced with a chilling edge. "Someone who wouldn't betray you like your precious fiancee."
"This is Crazy, Eunbi!" he pleaded, his voice cracking. "It's... it's madness!"
She stood up, her movements predatory, and circled him like a wolf stalking its prey. "Madness?" she scoffed, her voice a low hum. "Perhaps. But tell me, Y/n, who else has been there for you through it all? Who held you when you were broken, celebrated your victories, and wiped away your tears?"
He remained silent, trapped in a web of his own loyalty and her terrifying affection. A single tear rolled down his cheek, a testament to the impossible situation he found himself in. "Let her go, Eunbi," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I'll be yours, just please, don't hurt her anymore."
A cruel smile stretched across Eunbi's face. "That," she purred, leaning in close enough for him to feel the heat of her breath, "Is exactly what I want to hear baby."
Y/n's surrender wasn't a victory march but a chilling descent into darkness. He had traded his freedom for a twisted sense of security, trapped in a gilded cage built by a love as beautiful as it was terrifying. The future stretched before him, a canvas painted in shades of obsession and fear, with Eunbi, the idol.
Crystal chandeliers cast a glittering sheen on the opulent ballroom. Eunbi, resplendent in a custom-made gown that shimmered like moonlight on water, stood beside Y/n, her new husband. His hand felt cold in hers, a stark contrast to the warmth she craved. Yet, outward appearances were everything in this world.
Paparazzi flashes erupted like a storm, capturing the image of the newly married power couple. Congratulatory messages poured in – congratulatory tweets from fellow idols, elaborate flower arrangements from sponsors, and even a video call from her former Iz*One bandmates, their smiles tinged with a melancholic understanding. Each well-wisher hammered a nail into the coffin of Y/n's freedom, solidifying his place as Eunbi's trophy husband.
Across the crowded ballroom, hidden in the shadows, stood Y/n's ex-fiancee, her figure barely visible amidst the throng of guests. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, a testament to the love she'd lost and the fear that gnawed at her. She had seen the news reports – the "accidents" plaguing her career, the subtle threats disguised as advice from anonymous sources – and knew who was responsible. But against Eunbi's power and reach, she was powerless.
Eunbi, oblivious to the silent heartbreak across the room, turned to Y/n. "Smile, darling," she murmured, her voice laced with a possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine. "They want us to have a happy ending."
He forced a smile onto his face, the charade hollow and painful. Eunbi, ever the master manipulator, tilted her head, her gaze flickering to the ex-fiancee for a fleeting moment. A cruel smile played on her lips, so subtle that only Y/n, trapped in her twisted game, could detect it.
The night progressed in a blur of champagne toasts and forced small talk. Y/n, a ghost at his own wedding, found himself surrounded by strangers, their faces obscured by a mask of forced cheer. He desperately searched for a familiar face, someone who might see through the facade and understand his predicament, but found none.
Eunbi, the consummate performer, flitted from guest to guest, radiating warmth and charm. Yet, Y/n saw a fleeting flicker of darkness behind her dazzling smile when her gaze met her ex-boyfriend's, a fellow idol enjoying the party with his entourage. It was a reminder that she wouldn't tolerate any competition, not even a ghost from the past.
Later that night, as the last guests trickled out, Eunbi led Y/n to their opulent suite. The celebratory atmosphere evaporated as the door shut behind them. The cold glint in her eyes sent a tremor through him. He wasn't a husband; he was a possession, a prize she'd claimed with ruthless efficiency.
"Now," Eunbi purred, her voice devoid of its usual playful lilt, "where were we?"
Y/n flinched, the fear palpable in the air. He understood then, with a horrifying clarity, that his surrender hadn't bought him freedom, but condemned him to a gilded cage ruled by a love as beautiful as it was terrifying. And as Eunbi closed the distance between them, the glittering facade of their marriage began to crumble, revealing the darkness that lurked beneath. The melody of their twisted love story had just begun, a symphony of obsession and fear, with Y/n trapped in the conductor's cruel hands.
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honeyedboneset · 2 years
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roleplay search
lord okay it's been 5ever since i tried this (and not even on tumblr). I'm going to bullet point the fast facts about me because that seems simpler. - hi! i'm moth (for now) and have been roleplaying for over ten years. - I'm 26 and EST - I work full time as a clinical assistant and attend university - I have no shame, love romance, canon x oc, and doubling is my life force. -my pairings are usually mxf, i'm willing to do others for "your" pairing - I make no promises for consistent posts, however, do make promises for friendly chat and updates. - I really do like chatting! memes, shooting the breeze, joking about headcanons, idk let's have fun and not be too serious (not saying the plot can not be serious I do love some angst). - I am too old to be too hung up on length. I can, on occasion, write a novel. I like descriptions and substance but don't want to get trapped for five years in a scene because of the length. - content doesn't bother me much as far as the classic nsfw issues go. no graphic depictions of sa is it for me. - discord or gmail works for me! - minors and dudes dni. the male thing is purely a comfort issue for me, so female partners only.
Okay, onto what I'm looking for! I'm going to list what I'm looking to play the oc in. I am super duper happy to play nearly any canon character for you.
my hero academy: takami keigo x oc kirishima eijirou x oc rody soul x oc
jujutsu kaisen: nanami kento x oc itadori yuuji x oc the walking dead: glenn x oc marvel cinematic universe: matthew murdock x oc jack russell x oc sam wilson x oc please feel free to message me on here or send me a request on discord if you're interested and want to figure something out! discord: mothie#8500
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onehopefuldreamer · 8 months
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All Stray Gods Romance Endings
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Persephone
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Freddie
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Pan
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Apollo
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ask-the-pale-elf · 7 months
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"I 'have a type for...' Did I hear that correctly?'" I stare at you in shock at your words.
I none-too-gently grab a fistful of your shirt and drag you away from the drow twins. We leave the brothel and step on the empty balcony overlooking the rocky cliffs.
I turn to scowl at you, opening my mouth but the angered words get caught in my throat.
Finally, I sigh and yank you into a furious hug. "You are *not* a prostitute. Don't you call yourself--"
I squeeze you tighter.
CW: self-deprecation and implied sexualization
The vampire spawn couldn't hide his disgust as you continued to talk to the drow twins, his face scrunched up from the implications. It made sense, everything clicked in his mind. He finally understood why you liked him so much, it was how everyone else saw him. Just a pretty face and a curated body. Why would you be any different?
His fangs dug deep into his lower lip as he spat out a double edged remark, he wanted it to prick you even if it degraded him.
"You have a type, don’t you? Elven prostitutes, again? It’s rather embarrassing, dear.”
But just as he was about to turn away from you, Astarion let out a yelp as you dragged him away.
"What in the hells are you doing?!," his lithe body flailing about like a streamer, trying to get you to stop in your tracks. As the two of you arrive at your destination, Astarion huffs in both fatigue and frustration.
He open his mouth with bared fangs to yell at you but then you... hugged him tight. Astarion couldn't believe what you were saying but he clenched his eyes shut and scoffed, "Just because I'm not being paid doesn't mean... I'm not still being used like one."
He still didn’t return the hug but he didn’t push you away either, “Because at least if I was, I could just decline, move onto the next client-”
Astarion knew the truth, he knew what they went through… it would be hypocritical of him to say it. But gods dammit he wanted to, he didn’t care. He didn’t care at all. It wasn’t-
His lower lip trembled and he slowly but surely returned the hug, burrowed his head into the space between your shoulder and neck. “… I don’t want to be seen like that, not anymore.”
In a certain brothel, a brother speaks to his sister, “What was his problem?”
“I don’t know, brother. It seems he has a gallery of issues of his own.”
“It seems there’s trouble in paradise for those two lovers.”
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Do you think Lute would be the type of woman to wear a suit? Also would you wear a dress? Just for shits and giggles you know? (definitely just for shits and giggles)
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"Oh yeah, definitely. I would totally wear the dress to..AS A JOKE THOUGH!! Yeah..a joke...!!⚡"
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coltrainbat · 1 year
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Smut
Chris still have His costum from Captain america. What does that mean? Rollplay with chris.
Mint Condition
WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, roleplay, dirty talk, sex, P in v, edging.
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You mulled through your large walk in for a Halloween costume, stray pieces you could put together to make an encrypted costume, all black and slutty you could do Charlie’s Angels… but there’s only 1 of you. You huffed as you swiped from hanger to hanger until…
“CHRISSSSSS!” You hollered
“Yeah honey.” He walked into the room stopping to a halt when he spotted you, devious look on your face as you held the costume in front of you.
“Hi Captain.” You purred
“Put it back.” He said sternly
“Why should I… look at this… it’s beautiful and omg mint condition.” You lifted one of the sleeves feeling the fabric.
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“Because it’s the past.” He came towards you reaching for the costume but you turned your body away.
“Then why is it here?”
“Because one day I might hand it down to our son or if we go broke I can sell it.”
“I feel like I missed out on so much with this costume… can you wear it for me? Just once?”
He sighed, studying it with his eyes “It won’t fit anymore.” Chris tapped on the small sight of pudge on his stomach.
“Oh nonsense just try… please.”
“Fine.”
You squealed “ok let me go get a shield!”
You came back in the room with the glorified frisbee in your hand, but Chris didn’t realise your presence too busy in the mirror admiring himself.
“You need this.” You came up behind him, handing him the hard plastic prop.
“Thanks Peggy.” He smirked at you
“You’re welcome Captain… now turn around and let me look.”
You bit your lip as you ran your hands along the stretch cotton, the color hadn’t faded a day from not seeing the sun in 10 years.
“It’s tight on me.” Chris gritted his teeth
“Where?”
“The crotch.”
“Is that the suits problem or your problem?”
He looked down at you a sarcastic smile, as you ran your fingers slowly along the the silver star emblem and the intricate red and white panels.
“So how does it get on?”
“Like a onesie.” He grinned
“Ooooh.” You nodded, never fully understanding the layout of the suit.
“Oh it’s got a zipper.” Your eyes widened at the discovery.
“Yeah what if I needed to piss?”
“And the other thing…”
“You think I was spending my days fucking on set?”
“If I was around you would of.”
“That’s true baby.” He pulled you closer by your waist.
“So what do you think of Captain America.” He purred in your ear
“I think he’s gonna be in a lot of trouble.” Your hands on his bearded cheeks as he pulled you closer by your waist so you could feel the straining fabric against you.
“Hmmm why’s that?” His words mumbled by the kisses he was leaving on your exposed neck.
“Because he’s too busy fucking me to save the world.” You bit his ear lope eliciting a feral groan from Chris.
He threw the shield to the side, letting it land with a thud as he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he placed you on the centre counter of your walk in.
“Well that’s your fault isn’t Ms Carter?” His eyes honed in on you, noticing the delight as he’s finally catched on to the dirty game of role play you’re playing.
“You know I always wondered…”
“Hmmm.” His tongue still exploring the skin exposed on your robe as you toyed with the hair on the nape of his neck.
“Whether the serum applied to your whole body…”
His hands moved to loosen the tie around your waist, letting your body be fully exposed beneath him.
“You wanna find out?” He quipped as his mouth made its way down your stomach.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please… Captain.”
Chris growled as his grabbed the back of your knees, pulling you to the edge of the counter and placing them on his shoulders.
“Tsk tsk no panties… not very professional.”
“They got too messy thinking of you.”
You pushed his head closer to your core as you finally felt the sweet feeling of his warm tongue flat on your sex. Chris wasted no time, creating a wet sloppy mess of your pussy as his tongue travelled up and down your weeping core and sensitive clit.
“Agh Chris more.” You dug your heels into his back but it was no restraint for the brooding man. Pulling out to stand over your flushed body.
“Call me that again and I’ll stop.” You swallowed weakly seeing a side of your man you’d never seen before.
“Yes Captain.”
“Good girl.” His hands went to the zipper pulling it down, letting his hard cock finally free from the tight fabric and pumping it slightly in his hand.
His pushed it slightly towards your centre, teasing it back and forth on your slit, letting your juices soak his head, pushing the tip in slightly but not even close to enough for any real pleasure.
You withered and moaned, making grabby motions towards his face.
“Stop moving or you’ll get nun’” His Boston accent slipping through.
Slowly and achingly he inserted himself into your begging core, anchoring himself with your fleshy thighs. With ever move in, he pull you closer aiming to get as deep as he can.
Finally you felt the cool zipper against your clit as you wrapped your feet together behind his back, desperate for him to lean over you and pound you viciously.
“You feel that honey?” You nodded, mind clouded by the feeling of his length pulsating inside of you.
Inching in and out, you savoured the feeling of Captain America fucking your sweet hole, keeping a steady pace. You mewled wanting to grab on his large biceps, he grabbed your hands pushing them down, lacing your fingers in his as he pinned them down.
“No touching the suit baby.” He tsked as he loomed over you. “You’re just gonna lie down and let Captain take care of you.”
His thrusts increased, the friction of he material rubbing against your sensitive clit only enhanced the novelty, his beard brushing your skin as he kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans.
You grabbed his hair, pulling him deeper, close to your release you pulled out the kissing panting,
“I’m gonna cum.” With that he pulled out to your shock.
Your mouth fell agape as he avoided your eyes “what’s wrong?” You grabbed his chin, pulling his face to look at you desperate for him to return inside of you.
“Mint condition you can’t cum on the suit honey.”
“You can’t be serious?”
“Oh I’m very serious.” He pecked your forehead.
“Go lie in bed, Captain looks better naked anyways.” He chuckled.
You huffed as he held your hand while you slipped off the centre counter.
Was better than nothing you thought.
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thranduel · 5 months
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the warmest cuddles 🐻🍯🦆🌿
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eternalsweetener · 13 days
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━ plotting call.
hi tags! i'm getting back into roleplaying and would love some new people to write with over on discord! i'm looking to roleplay either with canon characters in fandoms (glee, one tree hill, obx, & many more!) or fandomless with original characters, so check my pinned post for information on my oc's, wanted fandom pairings, and a few plots/tropes i like!
in general, i'd like a long roleplay with drama, angst, romance, smut, fluff, etc. also, i'd love to have fleshed out plots and characters, with character development and all that fun shit. i'm not picky with plots, so if you have an idea in mind that wasn't in my pinned post just let me know! if any of this interests you, please don't be shy to shoot me a message so we can get to plotting and move to discord!
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voxasks · 1 month
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“hello  everyone!  this  is  a  semi  important  announcement  even  if  the  topic  sounds  satire.”
“many  people  have  asked  me  about  the  alastor  body  pillow  multiple  times  before  and  the  topic  was  recently  brough  up  in  my  inbox  again!  A̶G̶A̶I̶N̶.  so  i've  decided  to  just  answer  your  questions  once  and  for  all!”
“i  do  not  have  a  body  pillow  of  alastor.  unlike  you  dry-throat  dick  vacuums,  i'd  actually  like  to  spend  my  money  on  things  that  are  worth all  my  overnight  work  and  the  billions  of  cups  of  coffee  at  the  vee  tower.  alastor  and  i  were  friends  for  years.  i  wish  he  was  dead,  but  he  isn't.  it  is  not  a  crush,  but  an  ongoing  rivalry,  even  if  he  doesn't  see  it  this  way,  he  continues  to  reply  to  my  programs  about  him  which  leads  me  to  believe  he  cares  more  than  he  says  he  does.  the  picture  i  have  of  him  was  taken  with  his  consent.  the  other  half  is  at  large—at  least,  to  you  viewers  that  is.”
"i  know  it  is  rich  coming  from  me—nevermind  it  isn't  voxtek  sponsors  many  shows—but  please,  learn  to  view  things  from  context.  i  don't  think  you  are  toddlers  and  if  you  are  you  wouldn't  be  able  to  read  this—i  don't  think  i  have  to  spell  things  out  for  you  everytime.  i  am  going  to  give  you  the  same  answer  everytime,  so  unless  it  is  a  variation  of  the  questions  i  just  answered,  then  p̶l̶e̶a̶s̶e̶. r̶e̶a̶d̶. t̶h̶e̶. f̶i̶n̶e̶. p̶r̶i̶n̶t̶.”
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