#[♣️]roleplays

[xeniums]

my favorite unintentional dynamic duo bonus pan + freddie dialogue that I loved under the cut

(my beloved bickerers)

[dont-ask-just-spend]

What do you think of Ratio. Tell me your deepest desires.

-totally not @dr-ratio-official

Stupid :(

Very stupid

Dumb

Dummy

Dumb dumb

Idiot

Bane of my existence

Trust.

[radio-isnot-dead]

"You help me kill someone. And as for what ya get in return- well, you should probably decide that. Although you're probably going to ask for my soul..." *Tarot mumbled the last sentence, mostly to themself.*

"Anyways, this person's gonna be a bit risky to even hurt. Her name is Vaggie."

- ♣️♠️/Ace

"Vaggie? My my, to kill the princess' girlfriend should come for a large price. So, your soul does sounds like the sensible answer!"

*he chuckled, already planning the fallen angels death and imagining Charlie's reaction to such an event happening before her. This was going to be very entertaining for him.*

[idv-askchaoticduo]

Rosalyn// {* A-Ah... Oh no- I lost Oscar... *} *Looks around for a doll with a blue ribbon lol *

@idv-artists-trio

Lawrence doesn't fail to see the worried girl lurking the room, searching for something.

"Excuse me, Miss!"

"I couldn't help but notice you looking for something. It would be rather mean of my part to not offer a hand."

"Unless it's not needed-" he says the last part nervously. Worried that he might be getting into someone else's business. --- [@idv-artists-trio]

[eringobragh420]

♣️ Pairing — Damian Priest ♥︎ f!Reader (no use of y/n) ♣️ Summary — Damian’s girlfriend is producing a piece on him. He decides to produce a piece of his own. ♣️ Word Count — 2.2k 🛑 Warnings — NSFW. Roleplay, name-calling, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, oral (m and f receiving), cum. 18+ ♣️ Notes — Spanish translations are at the end of the story provided by Google Translate. ♣️ Taglist — If you’d like to be added, please click here! ♣️ Requested By — @eddiesrockstargirlfriend. Hope you enjoy! Sorry it took so long 😭😭 ♣️ MASTERLIST, KINK LIST

“Alright, guys. I’m Damian Priest. Thanks for watching.” He threw up his index and pinky fingers just before his girlfriend pressed the button on the expensive camera to stop it recording.

“Outstanding,” she praised. Kneeling on the soft, white carpet of their home, she sat back on her legs as she played the footage back on the screen to be sure nothing weird was in the frame, and that the sound levels were normal and Damian’s voice came through clearly. WWE had tasked her as a producer (and probably because the two had been dating for a year) to create an intimate look into Damian’s private life. Which hadn’t been much, considering neither of them were in any hurry to show off their personal lives to the entire world. Despite this, she knew she had a good product. “Looks like we got it.”

“Yeah?” Damian asked. “Let me see.” She handed him the camera and busied herself with packing the camera’s accessories into the bag beside her. After a moment, she realized the only sound in the room was coming from the constant hum of the air conditioner. Glancing up at Damian, he held the camera in both hands, eyes on the screen as if he were watching the playback, but she didn’t hear his voice.

“Are you watching it?” she asked. “Is the sound not working?”

“It’s fine,” he replied, distracted. “I’m watching … you know …” He trailed off, eyes narrowing, focused. 

Her own eyes blinked down at the camera’s lens, brows furrowed. “Is that zoom—are you recording?” she exclaimed. Damian grinned behind the camera, shoulders shaking as he chuckled, and he leaned this way and that as if he were some famous director with a particular vision. “Do I really have to tell you that the camera isn’t a toy?” she teased, dropping her hands on her hips.

“Aww, querida, you know that’s not true,” Damian purred, his tone hitting that one level, the special one, the one that drew her to him like a moth to a flame. “Everything’s a toy if you play with it.”

“So, by that logic …” She leaned forward, bringing her hands to the floor, and she started to crawl toward Damian “I’m a toy.”

“My toy,” Damian sneered.

Her mouth quirked. “Your toy,” she corrected. Damian spread his legs wider to accept her between them, and she tucked her own legs under her like she’d been sitting before.

“And right now—” He reached out, able to hold the lightweight camera with one hand, and cupped her cheek, caressing her skin with his thumb. “—I wanna make my toy into a pornstar.”

All the oxygen left her lungs in an audible whoosh, her heart kicking up its pace. Before she could give the idea much thought, and before she could process the fact they would be using a WWE-issued camera, she nuzzled into the palm of his hand, pressing a few chaste kisses there before licking the heel, all the way up his thumb where she enveloped the digit in her mouth.

“That’s it,” Damian said, pumping his thumb leisurely in and out of her mouth. “You like that idea, don’t you?” She watched as the twinkling stars always present in Damian Priest’s ochre eyes were devoured by growing black holes, and she’d have given anything to see just beyond his event horizon. “You wanna be a pretty little pornstar?” She nodded, eyes round and clear, mouth still working on his thumb. “Good girl,” he praised, and her heart melted, eyes falling closed. “But you gotta audition first.” Her eyes opened just as slowly as they’d closed, meeting his gaze. “You understand?” He removed his thumb from her mouth, and while she was able to speak now, she couldn’t find the words within her hazy, lust-filled brain, so she simply nodded again. Damian tilted his head, “Now take my cock out and show me why you’re better than all the other girls I’ve met this week.”

She admired—and was a little envious of—how easily he was able to go from her loving, devoted boyfriend to the intimidating, apparently manwhore porn director that now sat before her. How he was able to come up with roleplay ideas off the top of his head and was confident enough to act them out as if the scenario was real-world.

“Corazón,” Damian said, “don’t make me tell you again.”

Her hands reached up to work on his belt and jeans, glancing up at the camera, biting her lip, and all she could see of Damian behind the camera were those black eyes. Reaching inside his jeans, she unleashed his semi-hard cock, a grin working its way across her mouth. She loved the challenge of getting him as hard as possible as quickly as possible and she wondered how much assistance the camera was going to give her in said endeavor. Lifting her gaze back to the camera, she engulfed his entire dick in her mouth, a feat she could only achieve before he was fully erect. She dragged her lips back slowly, cheeks collapsing as her mouth created a vacuum, and Damian let loose a moan from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Damn,” he said, “you just go all in, huh?”

She released him with an indecent pop, licking her lips even more lewdly. “Go big or go home, right?” she purred.

“Back in your mouth,” he ordered.

She obeyed, because she loved to obey him, and because she really, really wanted this fake pornstar job. She sucked him back into her searing mouth, lips now stretching around him, bobbing her head. The distinct sound of the head of his dick poking into the back of her throat—that wet, smacking sound—echoed off the walls of their bedroom. Damian cried out, hand slipping around the back of her head, and he fisted a handful of her hair. She grunted, sending vibrations down his cock and into his balls, allowing him to control the pace, which continuously increased. She squeezed his thighs for stability, looking up at him just as tears fell from both eyes and streaked down her cheeks.

“Fuck yeah,” Damian groaned. Her scalp was going numb and her throat was sore and she was drooling all over herself, all over his cock, and, pornstar or not, she never wanted to lose the role of his toy. “Fucking love this, don’t you?” he breathed. “You’d do it even if you weren’t getting paid, huh?” He impaled her throat, holding her there, moaning and mumbling obscenities every time she coughed or gagged. “Puta de mierda.”

He released her, and she yanked herself back, gulping for air, choking on the excess saliva. She was positive she was an absolute mess right now, and it wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined looking the first time they recorded themselves, but this was them. Rough, hot, dirty, needy, and greedy. Damian jerked his soaked cock as she caught her breath, and after a moment, her mouth was back on him, sucking on the head as he continued to stroke.

“I bet you’re wet as fuck chokin’ on this dick,” he went on.

Matter of fact, she was, and, though her mind was foggy, she thought this might have been the first time she’d even noticed her own arousal. So focused had she been on pleasing Damian and getting the job, she didn’t remember once squeezing her thighs for relief. Flexing one thigh and then the other, she readily felt the slickness between her folds and she whined around Damian’s cock.

“Yeah, that’s why I thought,” he snarled. He pulled his dick from her mouth, slapping her cheek with it. “You know I gotta taste that pussy, right?” Breathless, the producer on her knees at the mercy of the World Heavyweight Champion once more could only nod. “Get up here, on your back.”

Damian stepped out of her way, and she climbed onto the bed, rolling onto her back. She reached up to wipe her face off, not able to get much before her boyfriend shoved the camera into her hands. She was turning it around and about to adjust the screen so she would more easily be able to see what she was recording while holding the camera above her when Damian snatched the waistband of her leggings and wrenched them down her thighs. He then shoved her knees to her chest, legs still trapped in spandex, and she felt him rip aside her thong a millisecond before his tongue delved deep into her folds.

“Jesus Christ,” she cried, crossing one ankle over the other. She still maintained a grip on the camera, but where it was pointed she had no idea, as her eyes snapped shut and she thought for a second she did see Jesus Christ.

“Goddamn,” Damian burst. “Goddamn you taste good.” She whimpered, feeling the pad of his finger slide from the top of her clit to the bottom, and then she heard the very recognizable sound of him sucking his finger clean. He tugged the leggings the rest of the way off, tossing them over his shoulder, and then he crossed his arms, grabbed the bottom of his shirt with both hands, and smoothly lifted it over his head.

As Damian stood there in all his el campeón glory, his girlfriend fumbled with the camera, barely getting a shot of him before he grabbed her legs, spread them, and dove face first into her pussy. He licked and sucked with reckless abandon, nipped at her clit, and had her a writhing, sobbing mess almost immediately. A few times she struggled to keep her eyes open so she could watch the screen on the camera, watch Damian devour a bare, glistening pussy, watch the sex tape unfold in real time.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she divulged, gripping the sheets with her free hand. “I’m gonna cum …” Damian groaned, somehow digging deeper in her pussy, his long tongue slipping inside her. And just as she was about to tumble over the edge, Damian was gone, her pussy suddenly cold and unstimulated. She lifted her head and moved the camera. 

“What, you think we’re here for you?” Damian snarled, hands on his hips. Her eyes trailed down his chiseled chest to his swollen, weeping cock, and she unknowingly licked her lips. “Roll over,” he nodded at her, fisting his dick. Damian took the camera from her, and she rolled onto her stomach. “Up on your hands and knees.” She complied, body popping up on all fours, knees spreading, and he was on her instantly, slapping his cock on her ass. “I’m comin’ in raw,” he growled, and while she already knew this to be the case, hearing him say it in this scenario utterly flooded her pussy, and she whined. She pressed back against him. Damian chuckled, deep and throaty, much like villains in the superhero movies. He pulled her pink thong to the side, squeezing her ass cheek. “All you bitches are the same. Look at me.” She glimpsed him over her shoulder, sighing, still unable to believe she’d landed such a god among men in the first place. He held the camera at chest level and it was trained on her. “Tell me what I wanna hear.”

“Please fuck me,” she whispered. “I don’t care if you pay me—” He slid his cock back and forth along her dripping slit, coating it in her slick, and then he slipped it between her ass cheeks, continuing the same motion. “I don’t care if I get the job.” Damian’s eyes met hers, and in her peripheral, she saw him adjust the angle of the camera. “I just need you to fuck me. Please?”

Damian grinned, shaking his head, and he sheathed his entire cock inside her, shoving her forward onto her elbows, and she yelped. On any other day, he’d have stretched her to prepare her for his size, but not this Damian. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he roared, pulling almost completely out before shoving himself inside again, repeating the action a few times. He reached over her and placed the camera on the bed in front of her. She twisted the screen to see what was in the frame, and it was her in the foreground, bent over, Damian behind her, the material of her pink thong wrapped around his hand. “Maybe you’ll get the job after all.” He fucked her earnestly now, a steady, pounding pace. “Fuck,” he whispered.

“Please,” she whined.

“Say it,” he said. “I know you want it … I wanna hear you fucking say it.”

“God,” she whimpered, “cum inside me. Please cum inside me.” Damian grunted, his thrusts becoming more powerful, faster. “I need it,” she continued, not sure if she was laying it on so thickly for her boyfriend or the camera. “I don’t need the job, I just need your fucking cum.”

“Fuck!” Damian shouted. One final pump and he was unloading inside of her. 

She laid her head on the mattress and looked at the camera, satisfied and smiling, reveling in the sensation of his cock contracting within her. “Thank you,” she purred.

Damian grabbed the camera, and she looked at him over her shoulder again. She giggled, shivering, as he probed her pussy with his fingers. “Look at that,” he said, and at the moment, she felt his cum seep out of her hole and down her slit. “Good girl.” He stood up, jeans and belt still hanging loosely on his hips. “Now get out. I got more interviews.”

જ⁀➴°⋆ Querida — Dearest/Beloved, term of endearment  જ⁀➴°⋆ Corazón — Sweetheart જ⁀➴°⋆ Puta de mierda — Fucking slut

[idv-askchaoticduo]

"The eyes of justice have found the culprit?-" she thinks to herself, what exactly did that mean?

Samantha shakes her head before wiping that worried look for a pissed off one.

"You know what, Phineas? NO. This stupid game is taking so long and it's making me bored."

"I'm finding the Killer or Beth ON MY OWN IF I HAVE TO. I'M TIRED OF PEOPLE THINKING I'M NOT CAPABLE OF SELF DEFENSE."

She looks for something in her bag before pulling out a flare gun. A weird clock symbol floating on it.

"Don't bother using your puppets, I'll blow their heads off if they get in my way."

[Maybe yes, maybe no. There's an idea for any outcome possible. Samantha or Lawrence's safety could be at risk.]

Can you check where Samantha is!?!?!?

“SAM~ the manor is under locked down because of the killer so I would advice you to return to your room at once to avoid any danger, one of the puppets would escort you back there to keep you save~”

[lol I am sure Kory wouldn’t do anything to harm Sam…. Right?!… @idv-askchaoticduo you wouldn’t do anything right?!…”

[ampurracore]

hello lowwbloods.

this is eridan ampora speakin, livve again somehoww... not sure howw but i guess it doesnt matter

Name: Eridan Ampora

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: gay/mlm

Status: alivve

Age: 12 swweeps

still wwaitin on lovve but close to givvin up

♥️:

♦️:

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rules, dni, etc. beloww

DNI:

MINORS, MAPs, z00philes, radqueers, radfems, TERFs, anti-kin, anti-therians, anti-fictionkin, anti-xenogender, anti-furry, bigots/racists, gore/k!nk/nsft blogs, proshippers, dirk/bro strider kins/fictives/accounts

Rules

No noncon, no s/h mentions, no religion mentions, no animal death/gore, no heavy bondage, no mpreg. Admin is often triggered by these subjects or is just uncomfortable with them.

DM me to roleplay! I will not RP on posts directly because it's just obnoxious.

No, I will not RP on Discord or other apps.

Please be an adult, preferably 20+ if you want to RP.

Some kinky stuff is okay! Just ask, even in character is fine. Eridan does have a few secrets...

No OCs/fantrolls as main characters! They can be used in the background if you need some random NPC(s), but I am not comfortable with OC x canon due to past experiences.

Be patient! I have a weird sleep schedule and a life outside of Tumblr sometimes, so please don't spam me with messages. That being said, if you want to speak OOC, please indicate via // or (( )) or whatever just so I know I'm speaking to the admin!

For the love of sanity, please keep typing quirks for when the character is actually typing. Like they're texting each other.

Literate RP only! Full sentences, no *actions* please!

I will NOT do humanstuck or a/b/o. One is boring, the other is weird/gross.

I am open to other AUs, including rainbow drinker stuff, pirate Eridan, merstuck, poly ships (erisolkat my beloved), college AUs, body swaps, and probably other ones I'm not remembering right now.

My asks are open for shenanigans too! All the art/edits you see on this blog are made by me.

Other characters admin can RP in the background: Kankri, Signless, Rose/Ross Lalonde, maybe John Egbert?

Contact:

Admin's art: @caelfyreart

Admin: @caelfyrekin

Admin's other RP blog: @punkri

Admin's writing: @erotichorrorterrors

[kaisilveira]

Intro post

Bungou stray dogs OC roleplay account [09/01/2025]

name: Kai Silveira

age: 16 years [03/01] (month/day)

identity: Biromantic transmasc (he/him)

ability: doesn't have one

I keep my closet free of skeletons 'cause I'm much better at digging graves /lyr

Kai currently lives on the streets of Yokohama, alone. He lived for a year at an orphanage but decided to escape and try his luck at the big city.

Enjoys wood carving and handwork alike. He doesn't have a favorite color but any unsaturated one will do. Kai loves fruits, mainly mangos and pears. Also nature documentaries enjoyer.

He isn't sure about what he doesn't like, but a safe bet would be expectations directed at him, considering that it's a big anxiety trigger for him.

He has GAD (generalized anxiety disorder) and some not-so-healthy stims, like nail/hand bitting and scrathing his skin. Kai isn't aware of it yet, but he sometimes regresses (to around 6-8yo) after harsh anxiety/panic attacks.

>> The "Kai-verse" <<

Because the mod can't stop putting him through ⭐️situations⭐️, he, at the moment, has two different and completely disconnected guardians/parents! Think of it like AUs!

We have:

🃏♣️ -> Kai's under @mama-bird-kyola's care. She found him in the streets and immediately took him under its wings! (Wings. Haha. Get it. Because Nikolai.). He lives in its house along with the rest of the Nikolai and Fyodor family

😼☔️-> Kai's under @fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency's care. Kai asked Fukuzawa for shelter during a rainy night, and he too was immediately adopted into the family! In this "AU" Kai already found wood carving as his favorite hobby. He's friends with his calico cat plushie and @videocassettes-and-promises.

I'll try to tag the interactions accordingly

picrew

||mod info||

Main account: @ranidaee

other rp account: @the-catsushi

mod is a minor! (In the can-drive-a-car way lol) please avoid heavy nsfw topics, I am not comfortable with those!

My interactions will probably be around hurt/comfort topics. Heavy angst isn't my thing. I like humor/crack rps but don't know how to do those right lol.

Thaaat being said. Content warnings for this blog are mainly for self-harm (Because of Kai's habit of picking his skin) and panic/anxiety attacks! I try to tag those but won't promise anything

No DNIs just don't be an asshole and we'll be vibing

english is not my native language, sorry for any (very) possible mistakes (I'm from Brazil!)

[peppiemints]

OPEN cyop adoptable! ♥️♣️♦️♠️

[idv-askchaoticduo]

"Eyes are up here, Miss." He says calmly yet slightly disguted by the smoke. He pushed his glasses up before talking again.

"I see... Twin brother with blonde hair and brown eyes." The man moved his hand to his mouth, af if he was thinking. "What did Cotas say his name was... Oh, could it be Gabriel? Or as I've heard you call him... Nicolas?"

"If I'm right, you have quite the brother, too noisy for my likeness." He pointed out uninterested, while he took a journal out his coat.

"Could I get your name as well, Miss? I'm told to keep track of the people that arrive and leave the manor. Nothing personal."

"Excuse me, miss?" An Unknown man softly taps the shoulder of Anna. Turning around she can see a well dressed man with glasses and raven-colored hair. "I can't help but wonder if you're new around the manor... Something about you seems familiar yet I don't know what...other relatives maybe?" [@idv-askchaoticduo OoO Edric getting bitches/j]

Anna turns around slightly to meet the man, looking him up and down before bringing her cigarette closer to her mouth.

ʕ📞(≖ . ७७ "Hmph, why yes? I've arrived here less than a week ago."

She now finally turns around, examining the man while she continued to speak.

"Well, my twin brother has been roaming the manor for quite a while now and he's quite the character, so maybe that's why I look familiar."

She says matter of factly, sending him a 'was that all you needed?' look before going back to her cigarette.

[xeniums]

it's okay my angsty sun god we'll both brood over everything together

[dont-ask-just-spend]

spider

-@dr-ratio-official

Mm? Where?

[radio-isnot-dead]

"I dunno. Someone... scarier? Ya sounded pretty creepy during that argument with Vox." *Tarot tilted their head to one side, glancing over Alastor quickly.* "Then again, every demon can get scarier than you'd expect." *they muttered, mostly to themself.*

- ♣️♠️/Ace

"Maybe I will meet up to your expectations soon enough!"

[idv-askchaoticduo]

//Boo, I'll translate it for you;

³3⊡‿⊡³ "Ah...my favorite dumbass, how are you my love? Tss, being needy again?"

³3⊡‿⊡³ "Come here yeah? Stay while I finish this, It won't take long and then we'll get something to eat, I'll give you the rest later."

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"Eh, cómo que 'pelotudo'? Que acaso no me merezco ser llamado 'cariño' o 'corazón'?"

The gambler acted offended but approached him anyways to sit on his lap.

"'Tu amor' anda aburrido. Vos con mucho trabajo hoy?"

"La ultima vez que dijiste que no te demorabas me termine durmiendo por una hora. Ni me despertastes." Lawrence rolled his eyes at the memory.

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[Translations]

"Hey, what do you mean 'dumbass'? Do I not deserve to be called 'dear' or 'hearts'"

"'Your love' is bored. You have lot of work today?"

"Last time you said you wouldn't take long I ended up falling asleep for an hour. You didn't even wake me up."

"Gabrieeeel, mi corazón de melon, mi rubio lindo. No me prestas plata?~"

"A cambio te doy lo que quieras de mi" 💔

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"Gabrieeeel, my sweetheart, my cute blondie. Could you lend me some money?~"

"In exchange I'll give you anything you wish from me" 💔

Gabriel perks up from his slouched position on his desk, turning around and smiling as he saw Lawrence. Gesturing for him to come over as he ended the call he was in with a "Ya ya, sush, te hablo después Anna." Protests could be heard but he payed no mind and turned his attention to his beloved.

³3⊡‿⊡³ "Ah...Mi pelotudo favorito, como esta mi amor? Tsss, ya andas otra véz de necesitado?"

Gabriel let's out a jokey laugh before yawning and patting his tigh as he was motioning Law to sit.

³3⊡‿⊡³ "Ven va? Quedate mientras termino esto, no me demoró y luego vamos a buscar algo de comer, te doy lo demás después."

//grrr sorry everyeone im too lazy to translate😞😞😞

[idv-askchaoticduo]

"Psssstttt if you wanna learn how to get money from men by flirting with them I can teach you. It was my job for awhile. -Tatya." (@tatya-time) (HI HELLO I JUST THOUGHT THIS WAS FUNNY)

"Funny enough, I got certain ask telling me to get revenge on certain people by flirting..." "So i could REALLY use your help here, Tatya!" . . . "Though- Don't expect me to do this for a living."

[marvelous-wayward]

Seeking radioapple roleplay

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Hmmm. Lets give this a try. Hi my name is Nightingale, i go by Nit /oxy. 🌌🕷️♣️🖤

18+ and looking for other 18+ people to write with.

Will write for either with a slight preference for Lucifer

Like to brainstorm plots! So if you don't like the first one you hear just stick with me and we'll find something we both like

Flexible with how I write + not picky about post lengths but if I write 500 words and I get hit with a two sentence reply I probably wont continue

I write the characters as close to canon as possible.

Adv lit writing style with a 3rd person pov Im working on my degree so posts might be slow some days and fast others but i aim for at least one even on my busiest days

i won't write against someone passive who is only reacting and not contributing to the plot.

At the same time i don't enjoy god modding either, which are my only two rules

I really really like being friends ooc so expect to be spammed with fanart + me being chatty in between the rp

NSFW appreciated but not necessary

If we do write NSFW i prefer they switch up who is dominant from time to time

Some relevant fun facts about me are→ The most clout I've ever gotten is 9k likes in a Pinterest comment section for a writing prompt, reading and writing are my favourite hobbies, i started roleplaying when i was a teen under creepypasta forums that Im glad are now gone every. single. day.

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Dm me to talk about other ships!! Ive included some Id like to dabble in in the tags. Would particularly like to try to write adamsapple or lucillith

Add me on discord: marvelouswayward