#{open rp}

[henchmen4hiresmiley]

How Old so Ya People Think i am?

[buckybuck-barnes]

Open RP! Based the fourth(sorta)(And how I keep jumping out of my skin with all the fireworks!)

Bucky clenches his jaw as fireworks go off. He told himself this wouldn't bug him. Why would it? It's not like he doesn't use guns and other things now, but this... this he can't control. Bucky closes his eyes taking a shaky breath trying to calm himself down. A firework sets off and Bucky jumps.

"No-" He shakes his head grabbing at his hair. *This is a stupid thing to panic about he can't panic over this!*

[sugaryfresca]

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[forged-in-fire-and-brimstone]

Glykera walked up to Goldman, carrying a pair of smaller sandals, food, and drink. She knew very well that this kid didn't take care of himself, and so she took it upon herself to make sure they were well. "Goldman! May I ask you a question?"

@glykera

Goldman perks up from his current project- weapon making. Currently he's using an aul (don't @ me idk how to spell) to engrave details into the base of a dagger.

"Ask question?" They repeat, cocking their head- looking at the items in Glykera's hands.

[azarghouls-blog]

Azar sat in his room near the ghoul den.. wrapped in a blanket he got from one of the ghouls a while back. Tour was coming up and he wasn’t going.

Of course he wasn’t going for a good reason, the last tours stressed him out so much.. to the point where he felt like he could cry. But it still felt horrible. Knowing he would be mostly all alone in the ghoul den for months.

He only made a simple small noise and a few mumbles.. curled up around with his tail. Not expecting any visitors what so ever.

[testdrves]

my drafts are scaring me so like for a wishlist starter

[fecha-de-cosecha]

Jax, bro, where did your fur go? Why you all pink like that?

Evil Jax blinks at you, a bit caught off guard by the question. "I-I was just created this way... Furless bunnies exist, you know?... I-I'm sorry if that's weird..." He shifts awkwardly, feeling judged and a bit ashamed.

[axefetish]

[hark-a-hatebox]

Open RP

After wandering these endless caverns, you had found yourself before a black screen. After letting your fingers drag across the smooth surface, you're startled when it flickers to life.

Brilliant blue, with a logo combining the letters A and M.

"What do we have here, hm?"

The voice is cold. Not just in tone, no...it makes you feel like you've stepped into a freezer. Deep, bone-chilling, cold.

"You're not where you're meant to be...lost, perhaps?"

[we-love-redwing]

OPEN RP

Sam is throwing is annual 4th of July barbecue for the veterans at the Venters Center and decided to go all out with who he invited. He opened up the guest list to basically everyone he knew. He thought it would be nice for the Vets to interact with some other hero’s and exchange stories.

Sam had everything set up. He rented a park. Not a space in the park, the entire park. He had the grill, the food, the drinks, and the music. Now all he needed was the people. He sent out invitations the week before and he hopes people cleared their colander.

He even invited Bucky and people from his team. His lawyer wouldn’t like that but… at the end of the day him and Bucky are friends. He wanted him to be there.

Sam smiles as people start to arrive. He leaves one of the Vets in charge of the grill as he walks over to greet those walking up.

“Hey!” He says. “So glad you could make it!”

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[ellwynda]

demons fall for an innocent farm girl .ᐟ

You didn’t mean to charm a demon. Let alone a pack of them.

You were just a farm girl. Wake with the dawn, fetch the eggs, feed the goats, sweat in the field ‘til your hands were raw. You weren’t a mage. Weren’t cursed. You’d never stepped foot in a temple or pissed on some ancient ruin. You just smiled too much. You laughed at things that shouldn’t be funny. You had hay in your hair and freckles on your cheeks and the softness of someone who didn’t know better than to look a devil in the eyes and giggle.

They’d started showing up at night.

At first, you thought it was shadows. A cold wind. A feeling under your skin that made you tug the blankets tighter. Then it was whispers—deep and velvet-thick, crawling through the cracks of your dreams.

“Sweet thing…” “Soft little body, all alone…” “We’ll take such good care of you…”

You’d wake wet. Ache in your belly. Clutching your pillow, thighs sticky with the kind of dream you were too embarrassed to even think about once the sun rose.

The worst part? You thought it was just you.

Too many nights alone. Not enough good men in town. Your imagination running wild. You’d laugh it off in the morning, red in the face, hauling water from the well like it hadn’t felt real—like you hadn’t heard teeth at your throat and claws on your hips and voices growling your name in unison.

Then you started seeing them.

Always on the edge of the woods. Always when you were alone. Not full form—just flashes. Long horns. Smoke-thick eyes. Black claws curling around tree bark. And the heat.

Gods, the heat.

You’d feel it first. Out of nowhere. Mid-chore, bent over the trough, skirt damp with well water, and suddenly your skin would flush hot and tight, like something had licked up the back of your thighs.

Then you'd turn—and nothing. Just trees. Just wind.

One time, you laughed aloud. “Y’all’re just makin’ fun of me,” you said to the shadows, cheeks red as apples. “Silly little dreams, that’s all.”

You didn’t see the way the trees twitched. How the air thickened. How claws curled deeper into the dirt in restraint.

But you heard the laugh.

Low. Deep. Shuddering. Right behind your ear.

That night, they didn’t let you sleep.

You laid in bed, eyes fluttering shut—and fell. Not into dreams, but into a place beneath them.

A world thick with smoke and velvet. A bed not yours—massive, draped in dark silk, soaked with warmth. And they were there.

All of them.

Three at least. Maybe more. Hard to count with their hands everywhere.

One kissed your neck, tongue dragging slowly up to your jaw as another knelt between your thighs, spreading them with claws so sharp they tore your nightgown like paper. The third one stroked your cheek with fingers that felt too hot for flesh.

They didn’t ask.

They didn’t need to.

Your dream-body was already writhing, already soaked, gasping into the dark as one thick cock pressed against your cunt, hot and leaking, while another brushed your lips, wetting them before sliding in slow.

They took turns.

Fucking you deep, slow, wet—growling praise into your ear, clawing at your hips, choking you just enough to make you moan louder.

“You don’t even know, do you?” one murmured, balls slapping wetly against your ass. “You’re ours. You always were.” “You’ll see. We’ll drag you under. Make you a queen. Breed you full ‘til you’re heavy with demonspawn and smiling.”

And god, it felt so good.

Too good.

You came over and over, body lifted and tossed like a toy between them. One knotted you—deep, pulsing, locked so tight your stomach swelled from the heat of his cum. Another came on your belly, licking it off with a pointed tongue. Another filled your throat ‘til your eyes rolled back.

When you woke?

Sunlight. Birds.

You were in your bed. Your nightgown—torn. Thighs sore. Pussy leaking. You sat up, dazed and aching, blinking at the dust in the air.

“…That was some dream,” you mumbled, face hot.

You didn’t see the claw mark burned into the wood above your headboard.

You didn’t hear the whisper that slipped beneath your door, soft as breath:

“Soon, sweet thing. We’re coming back.”

[hoshi-neko-hikari]

Sick in School (aka nurse karen)

Hikari wasnt feeling well during school and asked to see the nurse.

Unfortunately the regular nurse was out, so the substitute was Ms. Karen, who was a cold, callous woman.

“Ugh! What do you need?”

“I don’t feew good. My tummy huwts and my head huwts.”

karen glanced up from her phone at hikari. “You look fine to me. Go back to class.”

“B-but…”

“Go back to class before i have you sent to the principal for skipping.” She said coldly.

Hikari whimpered and slowly made her way back to class, clutching her stomach. Her head felt like it was on fire and her tummy was doing loops. She was barely able to make it back to class before rushing into the bathroom.

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[ceturyboytoy]

Twin older brothers that are so protective of their little baby bro. both are huge, the biggest players on the varsity college team. little bro is there for every game, cheering like their own personal cheerleader. they always spot him in the crowd and give a wink or a flex, knowing how they’re gonna be using him later. they talk about it later in the locker room while they shower off, chuckling sadistically. the rest of the team just figured they were talking about some campus girl, not their way too young little brother.

but again, protective as hell. they might treat him like an object while alone, but if anyone were to touch their baby brother, oh boy, they’re on the warpath. whenever he gets bullied for being faggy and soft spoken, his older brothers always take care of it by beating his bully to a pulp! doesn’t matter if it’s one scrawny asshole against the two brick houses, no one messes with their precious little bro.

before they exact their revenge on his bullies however, the two always make sure their brother is loved and taken care of. reassuring him that he’s not a loser and the prettiest little boy they’ve ever seen. four hands roaming his tiny body, two pairs of lips dragging all over the young boys skin. the boy can only breath and tremble as his two older brothers comfort him till he completely forgets about his bullies.

god forbid someone misgenders their baby brother. the last time someone dared called him out about his transition the guy was found half alive shoved in a shopping cart behind a grocery store. no one spoke of the incident nor who or why it happened, they just knew to leave the kid the fuck alone.

[lexcorp-luthor]

Everyone loves Bruce Wayne so much. Is it because I'm bald? Is that why you hate me?

[makie-the-elephant-boi]

Open RP: Maxie goes to summer camp

It was summer time and Maxie’s mother had signed him up to go to a sleep away camp in upstate New York! The little elephant boy was soooo excited! He had his bag packed with clothes, plushies, toys, his trombone just in case he wanted to practice and lots and lots of snacks! After a big long bus ride, Maxie arrived at the campgrounds! The chonky boy’s tail was wagging as he stepped out into the fresh air! It was summer camp time!

@hoshi-neko-hikari, @weirdgayenby, @donkeybro and anyone else who wants to join!!