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[another-argo]

☆☆OPEN STARTER☆☆

TW: Murder, blood, general violence

The body was probably the first thing you noticed. Then the other, then the third. All... mauled.. past recognition.

In the center of this disgusting display is a 14 year old, glowing golden. He slicks his blonde hair back with blood covered hands. His black button down has its sleeves rolled up and his black and golden striped vest is drenched in more blood. He breathes heavily, kicking the ground near these bodies.

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[a-mortal-turned-god]

{open starter} late night

*it was getting late and you want to check on Haley who was still in the forge she was trying to make a robot it looked complex and that's probably why she was still working on it. She was half awake and went to get a soldering gun*

What do you do?

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[brklynbxby]

Plot: “damn you used to be dorky and lame as fuck in high school but now you’re fucking hot and i kinda wanna rip your clothes off but oops i used to make your life a living hell??? pls tell me you accept blowjobs as a form of an apology????”

Leo had always hated high school. The endless teasing, the mocking laughs, the way his name was always followed by snickers behind his back. He used to be the dorky, awkward kid, the one with the thick glasses and the trousers four inches too short. But now, he was a far cry from that person. His muscles had filled out, his jawline sharper, his confidence undeniable. Relationships? Casual, constant, and fleeting, like his whole life seemed to be now. But as much as he thrived now, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of his past creeping in when he stepped into the club that night. He and his old friends had stayed close over the years, still meeting up at the club in their old town. They were still the same guys, the same dorky, nerdy crew that had stuck together through thick and thin. 

Leo had his arms around a few girls already, but then he caught a familiar face in the crowd. The one who had made him the target of so many jokes, the one who had played a role in shaping the guy he was today. His eyes narrowed for a moment as he watched her, the years of resentment bubbling up. He moved through the crowd toward her, making his presence known. “Well, well,” Leo said, leaning in slightly, his voice low enough for only her to hear over the music. "Look who it is."

[overlordhusk]

"And you'd be....?"

[galahadsboy]

Muse: Rokk

Plot: Rokk doesn't understand how laundry works

Open to: Men, other heroes, friends, civilians, roomate

"I think this jacket may be the only thing that I have that's clean and I don't know where replace the clothes with clean ones" he said lying on his bed in only a grey hoodie unzipped to show off his nude body.

[tokufan400]

Open Halloween Starter

"Well arn't you cute~." Rouge said. It was Halloween, and the bat thief was dressed in a Spiderwoman costume sans the mask. As she was flying, her eyes caught on to someone, and she decided to have some fun. "Wanna have a treat? I promise I won't pull any tricks~." Rouge said with a wink.

[worldsoflustandwonder]

A Couple's New Game (Open to Males or Females, MxF, FutaxF, FxF; NTR Warning)

Warning: This RP will have heavy focus on NTR, cuckoldry, and cheating. The role for the other person is the one being cheated on, with their knowledge or not. Please do not join if you don't wish to partake.

Sally smiled as she opened the door to the apartment she shared with her significant other. She had just gotten off work, and the nerdy redhead was eager to find her partner as she called [Y/N]'s name.

Once she found them, she rushed up and hugged them tightly. "Hey! So, I found something at work that I really thought we both should try!" she said, before thrusting a red game box in the other's face.

The box depicted three anthropomorphic adventurers, dressed in rather scant clothing and being attacked by a tentacled beast. It was almost erotic, not helped at all by the name "Lands of Luste; Erotic Fantasy Roleplaying Game".

"The shop had this in the back storage area, and I thought you and I could play it together!"

[a-den-of-demons]

Champion, now Cow (Open RP; Monsters and Faunus-like muses preferred)

Pyrrha had been captured by the White Fang during one of her missions. She had been ambushed, and an aura suppressor put on her as she was paraded in front of a crowd dressed in a cow print bikini and fake horns, a man yelling to them, "Which one of you wants the Invincible slut! Bidding starts at 250k Lien!"

(Have fun with her!)

[lucifermorningstar-official]

{Open starter: Fire}

*Lucifer was sitting on a beach in Alfheim. In front of them was a couch that was on fire. They appeared to be sitting perfectly still, not even breathing. Nearby, a small but very long snake is sleeping.*

{ @urbestestwindgod @cloak-of-ares @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @apollo-ask-blog @h3r4-g0ddess @strongest-angel-in-heaven @athena-greek-goddess @the-goddess-of-chaos-eris @/anyone}

[demigod-jack-hearth]

Open starter

You hear sounds from cabin 21 and you go over to investigate.

you enter and see jack sitting in the corner with a knife close to his wrists, tears flowing from his face

What do you do?

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[another-argo]

open starter

it's time for the villain arc

Nobody expected Argo to last long back at camp- but even less could have predicted what he did instead.

About two days after Argo was 'back'- he was gone again, but this time he didn't just take his things. No, Argo had ransacked the Hypnos cabin- taking almost everything in there.

All photos or memories of Argo- or Luke for that matter, completely gone.

Of course, that wasn't even the biggest shock.

The trail of blood leading into the woods.. now that, that was truly surprising.

ANYONE MAY INTERACT!!

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[little-worm-grant]

Spicy Jake: Aftercare

Jake Lockley x You (Fem!Reader) 1,532 words / 18+ only, no minors Masterlist. If you like what you see, leave a like or reblog and follow me ♥ Summary: What if Jake took care of you after Marc had his way with you? Focusing on the aftercare, you find there's a gentler side to his rougher counterpart. Notes: Don't ask me what this is. You'll never take me alive. Warnings: Aftercare, post-rough sex, overstimulation, bondage/restraints, bruises and marks, creampie, established relationship, all the pet names, affection, comfort, fluff.

Jake was yanked all too violently to the front, taking a second to try and fight for some air back into his lungs. Eyes wildly scanning his surroundings. Expecting to be amidst some kind of fight, he discovered it was something else entirely. That last orgasm had sent Marc to the clouds and drawn Jake into the fray. Hadn’t been the intention of either of them, but Jake accepted it was what it was.

Couldn’t really complain when you were beneath him, your knees propped up with your back to him. Your face shoved into the sheets and your hands tied behind your back. His hand had been gripped around your waist and holding onto the ties of your restraints.

His cock spent but still buried deep inside of you. Any movement was sending your oversensitive cunt into a new spiral. Watching the mess spread out around where you both connected. It was spilling all down you both. He’d deducted you’d been at it while.

“Oh chica…”

His words came out in a soft drawl. Hips readjusting to watch you whine for him as he kept his movements slow but continued to thrust as deep as he could take it. His eyes trailed over the red marks and forming bruises the other brute left behind. Jake knew exactly which one of him had done this.

Always Marc who got his rocks off from controlling and using you to take out his frustrations. Steven was too desperate to please you. As for Jake? Well. Jake just wanted to treat you better than anyone else ever could. Most importantly, he wanted nothing more than to dote on you.

At the sound of his voice, you look over your shoulder up to him. If he thought your behind and ass looked bad, your face wasn’t looking much better. Red angry fingerprints scattered where he’d forced your jaw open and held it in place. Smeared lipstick and puffy red lips. The evidence of why your lipstick was like that remained at the base of his dick.

Mascara had streaked down your cheeks. Rosy from being slapped a few times. A dazed content smile spread across them. Jake couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than the sight of you like this. You looked happy, satisfied and ready for a little tenderness. He could do that.

Taking care of others wasn’t new for Jake. On those darkest of nights when Marc had gone looking for answers in the bottom of a bottle, it was always Jake taking over in the end. He stumbled to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Downing as much water from the sink as he could keep down.

Somehow he’d navigate the spinning fun house while hauling their asses back to bed. All so Steven could suffer the consequences more comfortably the following morning. Jake couldn’t always be there to take away the pain. Sucks to suck, Grant. He’d probably feel this in the morning too.

Jake reached for the knots around your wrists. Undoing the restraints. Pulling himself out from inside you. Hearing your softer groan turning into a whine and huffing in amusement.

“Mi amor. Went overboard did we? A little too oversensitive now, si?”

“Shut yourself up.”

You try to bite back. Sounded more exhausted than threatening. You sounded proud of yourself too. As you should. Jake wasn’t looking much better himself. Hair was all tussled and out of place. Sweat dripped down his chest.

“Ah, and so she still knows how to hiss.” Jake said to himself and laughed.

Gently he nudged your hips to bring you to lay down on your side. Shifting to lay down beside you. His face looking back at yours. You were too content to feel embarrassed that he got to see you in this state. Jake didn’t seem to mind at all. He reached up to stroke your face. Licking his thumb lazily to wipe some of the smears away.

“You’re going to have to be a lot fiercer than that to get me to shush, mi pequeña leona.”

“Mi pequeña leona.” You test the words on your mouth. “My little what?”

Much too tired to be doing anything about him. You always liked the way he looked so proud when you practiced more of your Spanish for him.

“My little lioness.”

He leaned in to press a kiss against your head. His hand reached down to stroke over your ribs and down along the side of your body. You shiver and try not to move much.

“Lioness? Why? Because I bite first?”

“Si.” Jake smiled a little more. You loved seeing the way the corners of his eyes creased. How relaxed and content he looked. Took a long time to bring his guard down.

He leaned up on his arm and looked around. Dropping his head back into the pillow beside you with a dissatisfied sigh. You gave him an expectant look. You knew what he was about to say, and so you waited for him to say it anyway.

“He never brings you a towel before he fucks you, does he?”

And there it was. Same old, same old. You smile knowingly. Would have laughed better if you had more energy to. It comes out quiet and distant.

“Would you get me some water too?”

“For you? Anything.”

He started to get up, but dipped back down quickly to kiss against your temple. Muttering the words close to your head.

“Should I run you a bath too?”

“No, it’s okay. Think I should sleep it off.”

“Sure thing, chica. Back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

As if you could. You hummed your amusement as Jake disappeared off past the bookcase and beyond. You moved to roll onto your back and winced. The uncomfortable tingling sting along your rear had you rolling back onto your side again.

You took solace in knowing Marc would be just as hurt to find out he’d not been there to take care of you after. As rough as he could get, he always did love relishing in the after care. Stroking your body, making you a meal, or massaging you where you needed it.

You smile when you see him coming back through the doorway. Carrying a glass of iced water with a silicone straw. There was a damp towel folded and draped over his bare shoulder. Carrying himself differently. You could tell by the way he sauntered to your side it was still Jake.

His knee came up on the bed and leaning over you, he helped you to lift your head up enough to drink. A firm hand held you until you nodded a signal you were finished drinking. The cold of it was refreshing and needed after how long you’d gone without. He brought the glass to his own lips to drink the rest, narrowly avoiding the straw in his eye. You hear a crunch of ice between teeth. He chewed while placing the glass on the bedside table behind you. Moving in to curl up behind you. Light kisses along your shoulder.

“Gonna clean you up and get you under the sheets. Tell me if I’m too rough.”

“Please, I’m not fragile.”

“If you say so.”

Jake reached for the damp towel and tugged it off his shoulder. Bringing it down in a slow rub down over your ass. You breathe in sharp and tensed up to the wet cloth. It’d been ran under warm water but left cold in its wake.

“Okay okay. Gentle. Please.” You breathe.

“Si señora.” Jake mutters. Dipping in for another kiss against your shoulder.

He cleaned you up. Manipulating your leg to hold it up while he wiped down between your sticky folds. You making a noise for him, but Jake knew better than to play into your mood of wanting more. You needed to rest. He was tired too.

Soon enough he was moving again, getting the sheets from under to help bring them over the both of you. You helped, kind of. Rolling over to face him in the move.

“My turn.” You say.

“Not tonight. You need to-”

“No not that. Roll over.”

“Que?”

“I want to cuddle you for a change. Roll over.”

Jake gave you a hard stare, you half-expected him to refuse or talk his way out of it. Instead, his features relaxed and he leaned in to chase your lips for one last kiss before turning his back to you.

Your leg hitches up to wrap around his waist. Arm under his neck. Chest against his back. You kiss into his hair. Feeling Jake’s hand wrap around your wrist for his thumb to stroke.

“Mi pequeña mochila propulsora.” He snickered and you hummed in confused amusement.

“What am I this time?”

“My little jet pack.”

You were both breaking into laughter. Jake turned to catch another kiss of yours. A little messy but he seemed to need the contact, so you lifted your head to meet him. You cuddled up into him and before long, sleep soothed any aches that remained. Jake didn’t move. Lay there for the longest time listening to you breathe before sleep caught up with him too.

[brklynbxby]

The car coasted along the open highway, the miles passing by unnoticed. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the road, and everything seemed to hum with the promise of the unknown. All until he began hearing the moans from the passengers side. He glanced over to see she had her head tilted back against the headrest, eyes closed, her fingers moving against her pants. "Are you seriously doing this right now?" Arlo laughed with a shake of his head.

[glykera]

Open starter

(Tw ptsd, panic attacks, sa, abuse, alcohol.)

Of course, cabin 12 had been able to find themselves booze. Of course, they were throwing a party with kids from almost every cabin. And of course, some of the kids asked her to be a glorified maid for the party, knowing she likely wouldn't protest.

Glykera looked absolutely shaken. She didn't even look fully here. One of the drunken campers had tried flirting with her and was standing a bit too close to her. So far, they were only talking to her. But that didn't change the terror she felt.

This place was far too similar to where she used to live. The party was just like the ones her master would throw. And those guests... those guests were pigs. She couldn't tell if this was the Dionysos cabin or if it was her old home. If these were campers or those old guests.

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[totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren]

Open starter: Christmas Grinch

*Calliope looks like she's up to something* how funny would it be if we found some ships and just stole their Christmas!

Tags: @the-star-of-the-seas @taken-by-the-seas @that-little-fucking-shit @siren-of-pearls @just-a-mer @lizzzzzzzzzzzzzz---lol @childhood-seas @armored-atlantean-captain @amusing-little-things @urbestestwindgod (if I missed someone who wants to be tagged let me know and please interact anyway! :))

[tokufan400]

Open Halloween Starter

"Happy Halloween sweetie~." Zelda said. She chuckled a little, smiling at them as she could guess what they where thinking. "I wanted to try something a little different this year. The skirt is a little short though I will admit~." Zelda said, lifting up said skirt a bit.