#: ̗̀➛ RP : OPEN STARTER.

[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.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

-Open Starter-

[Will sits at his little desk in the infirmary, a desk covered in paper that looks wrinkled and folded and much less organized than the ones he usually makes nowadays, though they're still in his handwriting. The papers are stained with old blood from years ago, which is also different than the papers he usually is seen messing with.]

[There are also like three lamps in the room all turned on extremely bright and pointed right at him in contrast with the dark of night outside the infirmary as Will flips through papers, mumbling vaguely to himself, an opague water bottle by his side]

[He doesnt even seem to notice he has company in this room, less of a room and more just curtained off with dark light-blocking sheets]

(What do you do?)

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[another-argo]

//OPEN STARTER//

I am not letting you getting in my way

Argo had healed up his wounds for the most part. To the point where he wasn't screaming out in pain every time he moved.

Argo still.. isn't supposed to have weapons. But that doesn't stop him from finding them.

Argo was in the mortal realm, searching for.. something. And because of his track record at camp- once they found out that he was just.. searching for something, they sent you to make sure he doesn't go all crazy again.

Argo treks through the forest, his combat boots crunching twigs and leaves. He has his hood up, the black of the sweater allowing him to blend into the night. He's wearing cargo jeans that have been stained by days of dirt- but he's made significant movement from Commodus's castle in the past few days. He's been moving so fast, in fact, that you can barely keep up.

But when it starts raining in the middle of the night, Argo finally stops walking.

"I know you're here," Argo calls in your general direction. "I'm not any danger right now. I'm just trying to get to my mother's house."

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[forged-in-fire-and-brimstone]

open starter

You see a figure in the forest, lying down. They look like they're asleep, a rag is next to them (evidence of being cloroformed).

The person looks to be about 15, they have long, messy ginger/blonde hair. They have a multitude of scars and bruises.

They're wearing a stereotypical military school outfit.

What do you do?

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[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!"

[pain-is-forever]

OPEN STARTER: ALL ALONE?

TW: Violence (?), mentions of injury

[It's the holiday season, the time people should spend especially close to their loved ones, time to be jolly and surrounded with kindness and love. That isn't the case for Theo. He had lit a small fire from old newspapers in an alleyway and placed a miserable looking tree consisting of a couple branches with dried up leaves stuck to them next to it. He looks like he's just been through hell, with fresh wounds on his arms and face and new bruises on his left cheek and under his right eye, the sword Karla gave him laying beside him, covered in monster dust. There seems to be something in his hand, it looks like a blanket, a very old one with holes and rips and dried up vomit on it.]

Happy Holidays, I fuckin' guess...

[He mutters as he wraps himself in the blanket and stares at the flames as the dried up leaves of his pitiful attempt at a tree catch fire and his creation starts burning, he doesn't seem to care about that though. He just stares blankly.]

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[child-of-harpocrates]

{open Starter} where is she?

*Ally has been gone for a month, gone without a trace. There was no note no nothing, that wasn't like her at all since she also left muskie behind which wasn't something she would do. It was a middle of the day and you were just walking around, maybe hoping you can find her. You saw Ally coming closer she was limping, her clothes were torn, she had bruises, cuts, she looked dehydrated, malnourished- wait were those handcuff imprints on her?*

What do you do?

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[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}

[asexxxualerotica]

Open RP Starter: Ice Cream on the Beach

Neo hummed contently to herself as she strut along the shoreline that stretched out around Kuo Kuana. The refreshing tropical air and warm sand under her feet were a very nice and welcome change to the cool and chilling breezes that whipped through Vale's city streets—the first week of autumn had come and past, and it wouldn't be long before the first frosts started rolling in, and with them the cold winter nights.

And while Neo had no qualms about the cold, everyone knows an ice cream treat is best enjoyed on a hot, sunny day—especially one spent lounging out by the beach. So, while things only got colder back home, the sexy shortstack had decided to take an extended pleasure vacation on this tropical island. A few months of sunshine and summer days, no work, no drama, no responsibilities.

And, if she played her cards right with the handsome men in this village, she might not even need to spend a cent for her stay~

[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?

@unhinged-as-hell @zariahthewitch @thegroovydaughterofhestia @beauty-queen-official @that-girl-cupid @ariathemortal @nicoswill2live @unproblematic-hestia @if-chaos-was-a-boy @the-wolf-of-ares @the-gods-strange-children @silena-daughterofaphrodite

[xolues-child-of-aelous]

{open Starter} different

*after X's trip to tatarus, they have been acting different more reserve and sleeping a lot more. You see X by the river and they're washing their hands a lot as if she was trying to wash away blood that wasn't coming off*

What do you do?

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[god-abandon-me]

{open Starter} run away

*you were walking around the town doing whatever people do, and you saw this teen running for their life they saw you and told you don't tell them you saw me. Then she went into an alley way*

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.

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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.

[a-fantastic-time]

Seven minutes in heaven! (Open RP)

A secret party had been held for the young heroes at an undisclosed location. Not wanting their adult counter parts to ruin their fun, the super powered teens smiled and happily let off some steam. Sooner or later, someone had mentioned a certain game to be played. It was at random at who would be the next pair, but after a few rounds, people started to wonder off and lost interest. [Your Muse] Just happened to be the last one, and was asked to go find the previous pair to see what happened. Upon opening the door, a certain sight. Wet smacking lips and muffled moans filled the small closet, only for it to suddenly stop as the two heroines turned their attention to [your muse].

Raven: "Oh.....D-D-did we go over the timer?" She panted softly, lipstick coating her mouth and neck.

Starfire didn't seem to want to stop, her lips never leaving or moving to far from the goth's own. After a few more kisses, she turns, her body sweating some. "Ohhh~ Does another get to join?" She said excitedly.

[worldsoflustandwonder]

Couple's Game (Open for Females, MxF, FxF, FutaxF, NTR Warning)

Warning: This RP is based on NTR, cuckoldry, and cheating. This rp is one in which you play the cheating girlfriend. If you wish to RP as the boyfriend or girlfriend getting cucked, this is the RP link.

Tristan hummed as he looked through the game shop, trying to find something new. He had the weekend off from work, and he wanted to do something with his girlfriend. Of course, he wasn't sure what she would like, so he was at a loss.

That was, until he found a box hidden in the back of the shelf behind other books. A red box that made him think of the old DnD set, but...LoL?

"Lands of Luste?" he read out, reading the title and seeing the strange scenario on the front of the box. Brushing his shaggy black hair out of his face, he read the back, seeing the whole thing, and he wondered if he could get [Y/N] to play it. Could be an erotic roleplay night; something that could spice up their relationship.

He paid the cashier and headed back home, heading to his and his girlfriend's apartment