#BLACK OPS ROLEPLAY

[femfatl]

GREED / DESIRE an independent, selective + headcanon based portrayal of JESSICA ROSE from treyarch’s shadows of evil. this is a mutuals only blog, written by moni, 21+ they/them, in a GMT timezone.

a study in : selfishness, greed, desperation and consequence.

carrd — verse list • cont. inform. under the cut.

to start off: please be aware that i am new to tumblr, i will take time to figure everything out &&. understand the etiquette here. + i am a mobile user! because that makes a big difference here (i think).

01 — following, this blog is 18+, i will not interact with minors. please only interact with this blog if you are an adult. any minors who follow will be hard blocked.

02 — warnings && disclaimers: sexual themes will often due to the nature of the character. e.g: innuendos. however, i am not interested in writing smut, they will all be scenes faded to black &&. rare, if featured at all. the companion themes are violence, abuse and rare mentions of gore.

03 — shipping: rare, and in fact i may not have jessica shipped at all; she’s fickle in nature and a well—known manipulative with walls around her heart. i only write romantic connections with writers who i am happy and comfortable enough with. and with that said: ships that do happen will most likely be a very slow burn.

04 — activity: sporadic. i will be hyperactive somedays, and other days are radio silent. my muse and time come and go when they will. i have no control of them!

[mintypsii]

early bird activities

[thestrawhatscool]

Hi there!

Name's Sanji, I'm the the strawhat's cook.

Although currently our crew's on the journey to find the one piece and I to find to find the all blue along them, I've decided to hop on here to kill some time!

So go on ahead!

Ooc

Please be respectful! You can flirt and tease all you want but keep away from smut and NSFW please

Most importantly, have fun!

[roleplayfinder]

Hi! I'm 21+ looking for a long term partner to primarily write:

- PLATOON (1986)

- COD COLD WAR & BLACK OPS

I'm very much down for NSFW topics as comes with the IPs, and am more than happy to do oc x canon doubles as well was aus, crossovers, etc. I very much only use Discord at the moment!

Please like this and I'll message you!

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[esquirekarma]

Does anyone feel like doing a Call of Duty Zombies roleplay? I haven’t done one in forever and I low key miss my boys 🥺

I also wanna do a double up too, so feel free to show off your OCs to me! I can play as any of the four, plus I’m mainly looking for Dempsey, Richthofen, or Takeo.

Oh yeah, there’s definitely going to be smut in this so I suggest you be 18+ and willing to include smut in roleplays.

[soncrunning]

Heya, Blue Blur! Out of your many forms, which would you say is your favorite? You're not allowed to say your base, Super, or Hyper forms

Oh, c'mon, Super Sonic is my favorite one!

But, if I can't say that one, then I'd say Excalibur Sonic.

[kodie-ffxiv]

"I didn't want her in these type of missions, they were dangerous, and she would see a side of me that I'm not too proud of...but ain't no denying she's capable, damn good at what she does. She'll put the fear in their eyes, and I'll make sure it's their last thoughts.."

@mteshi-ffxiv

[abysmal-black]

ABOUT | AU where Sanji was a success  Indie Selective Low-Mid activity 25+ mun ( © ) Canon Divergent friendly

[thereyvan]

ight so you may not know this but i fuckign love roblox. now here’s some shit that’s happened while playing 

warning: this is Long As Hell 

this first one was taken in 2021 and the game is Robloxian High School 

i’m hilarious. now these next were taken in 2022 in Adopt Me 

these next were taken in Gacha Online and Survive The Killer 

alright. and here’s some stuff from Zombie’s Roleplay Universe (note: the first one has a slur) 

very fun. these are from Natural Disaster Survival. i remember that the first two were on the gas station map 

more Natural Disaster Survival 

these next ones are from Rate My Avatar, Da Hood, and Misfits High 

ight, that was my 2022 shit. for obvious reasons, i’m splitting this into 2 parts. the second part will have this year’s screenshots 

EDIT: i forgot about this 2021 screenshot from Livetopia. i love the trans curtains 

[patchiko]

Can we get Jason's reaction after he's just reached sexual intimacy you and y'all JUST started having sex on a regular basis’, and he sees your super-kinky, slightly fucked up, pornhub favorites on your account. Does he... Look closely and take notes at what you like or does he slam the laptop shut and pretend he never saw anything and he doesn't know that you probably wanna tie him up and do CBT or have him Dom you in a really fucked up roleplay scenario. No matter what, I feel like he'd be jittery and nervous as fuck around you afterwards. You're just watching the highly trained, black-ops skilled assassin tripping over boxes and shit around you and wondering why he won't stop blushing.

ANON??.$:&!:&:&::

IT DEPENDS ON THE JASON TODD BUT THIS IS THE ONLY COMMON MEDIUM. He’d scroll for a minute or two then close laptop. NOSY BASTARDS.

AK!JASON

anon you might be too freaky for him. JDODHKD. Anything close to or even being straight up pain is really really really bad for him. He doesn’t like it at all, reminds him too much of his trauma. Even if he is domming it freaks him out too much, makes him feel like he’s becoming like his aggressors. D:

he’s definitely gonna talk to you about it, and set very clear boundaries during sexy time. (No, i dont think he can get use to it/change it)

LIKE THE MOST “AGGRESSIVE” THING HE’D DO WHILE FUCKING IS GRAB TF OUT OF HIS S/O’s ASS. HE SEES CBT AND HES LIKE ‘WHAT THE FUCK??!???’ LMAOAJAOAO

COMIC!JASON

he’s all like ummm.. most he’d do is light spanking, biting, light pinching, and hair pulling. BUT LIKE. HE’S ALSO not the most into pain. I specifically believe this bc of that one comic panel where he’s in a bar and he’s like “sorry man. im not really into s&m’s” AND THATS HIS EXACT SAME RESPONSE TO YOU IF U BROUGHT IT UP LMFOAOAOA.

“love the fact ur freaky doll, but your man is more vanilla.” I also dont think he’d get into it/use it. just not his cup of tea. He also closes the laptop as soon as he see’s cbt🫡 in his brain he’s like “NOT MY BALLS💥💥💥.” while closing the laptop

[ashe-smash]

WIP Wednesday 🍳💚

Baby Talk edition- Chapter Two is still in progress! About 1.8k words and about half done. Heed the OP tags!

Admittedly, your relationship has hit a rough patch. Really, not much changes- you’re just sadder. You’re not sure Piccolo understands abstract grief, if he quite understands grief at all. Sex is a little rocky, but Piccolo’s sex drive kind of depends on yours. He still holds you at night while you sleep and he meditates.

It’s no one’s fault. Well, you wouldn’t blame Piccolo.

You decide you need a weekend getaway together.

Planning it gives you something to do while you’re too miserable to do anything deemed more important. You can look at beaches and mountains while you’re curled up in bed or the couch while you wait for the pain reliever or heating pad to do its work. You book a cabin for when work isn’t going to be busy and hope the world isn’t exploding or whatever then.

You also decide to make the weekend as ‘normal’ as possible. You pack Piccolo clothes that aren’t his gi, even if he’ll probably just end up wearing it anyways and drive to your destination.

The two of you are settling into your vacation lodging. You’re doing something in the kitchen, probably snacking- Piccolo finds something else to do when you’re eating usually. He starts putting the things you’d packed for the weekend away in the set of drawers in the bedroom.

Halfway through, he finds a little purple velvet bag he doesn’t recognize.

Inside is an egg. It’s squishy but still has a bit of firmness to it and is swirled with different shades of green. On the wider side it has a little tail with a loop at the end.

It’s clearly either a new acquisition or something you’ve never shown him. The latter would be odd, he’d seen a lot of your stuff when you’d moved into him. You even showed him your smutty alien books.

“What’s this?”

Your eyes widen at the toy in his hand.

“I thought, maybe.” You pause to collect your words, fidgeting a bit. Why are you nervous? “I thought maybe we could try… roleplay?”

Bonus: Bed Rest

I accidentally got side tracked by a Vegeta x Reader fic that I ended up deciding is a spinoff/side story of Baby Talk. Im not sure how done it is. Currently at about 2k.

Vegeta and Bulma divorce just after Bulla’s first birthday. It’s a culmination of many things. They still coparent, Vegeta never actually moves off the Briefs property, just moving into a different house.

He meets you and starts dating after a while.

It ends for a variety of reasons- him being still entangled with this ex wife and you’ll never be able to live up to her. You miss a period and he reveals he never wants more children, which is fine but in the moment it was very unhelpful. Leaves a sour taste in your mouth about the topic, even if you do or do not want it. His “friends” don’t like you (or care more about Bulma for obvious reason.)

It’s nearly a year later when he sees you again. On a family excursion in another city.

Hears your voice first. “Hi welcome to- what can I get you?”

Then he sees your face, noticeably filled out and looking exhausted. Your smile wavers.

The last thing he notices is your belly. Swollen and round, the black fabric of your restaurant branded shirt pulled taut across it.

He says nothing about it, but he knows both Bulma and Trunks will recognize you too. You take their orders and seemingly disappear. Another server delivers their food and assists them for the rest of their visit.

“Vegeta.” Bulma hisses as soon as they’re away from the prying ears of their kids.

He already knows what it’s about. “It’s not mine.”

Side note, I will be going back and revising Ch1 of Baby Talk, probably whenever I finish/ post Bed Rest.

[fortheb0ys]

Need at least three dicks. Hendricks, Taylor and Khail. One for everyhole. I would give Khail a special treatment with bj because he is just our silly little boy and imo he if fem farah. Anyway. Also Khail makes me want to cuddle him. Like cuddles snuggles all the way. Also i want to Peg Hendricks. Peg not fuck. Taylor also will be fine but Hendricks. His smile is just so cute. Also i need more bots with them on all ai apps. Did i write it just because i noticed you fangirling Taylor? Maybe , did im gonna write oneshot from stuff i writen ealier ? Maybe , but first i need to write another fanfic. It will be inspired by codfan art . Did i Ask author of the fanart if i can write it and after getting premission i stayed quiet for few months already ? Yes. But i'm close to finishing planin the lore so be patient. But maybe writing one shots from Black ops isn't so bad for start....

Smiling hendricks

Also i want him to treat the strap like he is treating this chocolate thingy:

(pic by me)

Im horny. And sleepy. Dominik horny sleepy little fella. Like i wake up at 4am, fall back asleep and wake up at 6 and didn't even take a nap after it. Going to sleep and write some freaky stuff.

ALSO IM PLANING ROLEPLAY WITH MY POOKIE. BO3 ZOMBIES. AKA PRIMIS CREW AS 2024 OLDER TEENAGERS PLAYING MINECRAFT TOGETHER(RP WILL BE IN MC) ANYONE WANT TO JOIN ???? ITS GONNA BE SFW. ALL OCS WELCOME BUT WE NEED SOMEONE FOR THE ZOMBIE CREW

Khail my baby boy getting special treatment. I need him where I can see his pretty face. He's front and center. Your eyes locked with his as your mouth works at his cock. His pretty brows knitted together. The pleasure changes his face, somehow making more breathtaking than it already is.

You could get lost in those eyes and that you did. A sharp kick to your side reminds you of the added company. Hendricks is under you, demanding for shared attention. Your cock slipped out of his needy hole and as you were preoccupied with Khail, you had completely forgotten to stuff Hendricks back full.

Giving a huff around Khail's dick, you blindly guide your cock back in it's rightful place. You continue to suck and keep a rythm at the same time. As you were finally getting into it, a small whine reminds you that Taylor was left neglected. You take your eyes off Khail and let them fall on Taylor. His cock painfully red and weeping.

Your hand wraps around his hip and pull him closer. It's hard to maneuver around, pinned by both Khail and Hendricks but you find a way to reach behind Taylor. Spreading his ass, your fingers begin stretching his aching hole. A gentle hum sounds from deep in Taylor's throat. It's content and satisfied. Though he much rather throw Hendricks off of you, being the one to get fucked stupid on your cock, he'll take your skilled fingers as a win.

His hums turn into moans and grunts as you find yourself into your rythm again. Out of the three of them, Taylor was surprisingly the loudest. Maybe it was the long years of military service, spending quality time with just his right hand, that made him more sensitive than the others. His noises didn't seem to please Hendricks much, as Taylor let out a pained yelp. At first you thought you'd hurt him but as you pulled yourself off Khail, looking down you see Hendricks teeth buried into Taylor thigh.

You give him one deep thrust against his prostate, making Hendricks forget his problems with Taylor. His tip drips white. He's close, you think they all are.

Multitasking is something you're working on. Taking time for everyone as well as rewarding the most well behaved. Khail found him with your attention most of the time as Taylor and Hendricks were at each other throats to be your favorite.

The demand is tiring and you're just as close as the rest. You lap at the underside of Khail's cock, the vains dancing on your tongue. The salt taste fills your senses as he finishes down your throat. You swallow everything, licking his tip to not waste a single drop.

One down, two more to go.

Your fingers make quick work of Taylor's greedy hole. He takes in a third as the stretch becomes a burning pleasure. His grips your shoulders trying to steady himself as he begins to shake uncontrollably, as orgasm ripples through his body as he cums completely untouch.

Now all eyes are on Hendricks.

He smiles wide as your attention falls solely on him. You're pulled down into a rough kiss as you nail his prostate making him see stars. With a few more lazy thrusts, he cums screaming. He's completely lost in lust rotten brain as you follow shortly after cumming in his twitching walls.

With your last bit of strength you push yourself off Hendricks and fall onto the filthy sheets. Breathless you begin to let sleep overtake you, unwilling to do anything about the mess. Your eyes fall heavy as you fall asleep to the sound of Hendricks bickering with Taylor on who gets to cuddle you. A heavy weight curls up next to you as Khail takes the opportunity to be the one to hold you.

Pookie, if you write a fic I'd eat it up😭🫶 Writing these gave me life! I love the idea of having all of them in bed.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Hail Mary: Gabriel Reyes x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Roleplay, nun outfit, choking, slapping, spanking, creampie

He didn’t see you until he had already closed the door, back to the insides of his barely lit room as he reached a hand up to grab the beanie off of his head. He tossed it carelessly to the floor, a swift crack cut through the dingy air of his room, the night ops commander rearing his head around only to halt when he saw you.

He felt his heart drop into his dick.

Covered nearly head to toe in white and black, a ruler was held tightly in your balled fist, the corner had chipped off at where it had connected to his end table. His eyes were glued to the black rosary beads and silver cross situation just at the rise of your breasts beneath the white habit collar. The black veil had been brushed away from your face, an expression he couldn’t quite read was painted on your face. It was somewhere between disappointment and pleasure, your brows raised slightly and your nude lips twitching barely into a soft frown.

“We don’t leave our rooms messy,” you warned, raising the ruler to clutch it with both hands against your stomach now right below the brown belted ropes. “Pick it up.”

“Y-Yes, of course,” Reyes whispered.

Another sudden crack had him jolting up, eyes wide at you again the moment he turned to pick up his fallen beanie. The ruler had been struck against his end table once again, putting a very visible crack into the dark wood that ran down a couple of notches. Your eyebrows are arched, your lips are now pulled into an unamused frown.

“You will refer to me when you answer my commands,” you sneered.

“Yes ma’am,” Reyes corrected himself. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

When you had brought the ruined ruler back before you again, Reyes carefully bent down. He kept eye contact with you, his amber eyes feeling as though they were going to melt under your stern gaze. He stooped down low and picked up the beanie from the floor then stood back up. Your intense gaze followed him, never looking away from his stoic form. Gabriel walked to the side a few steps and placed his beanie on the top of his dresser, still looking at you standing so still it started to send chills down his spine and straight to his cock.

He was uncomfortable being in these pants. They were brand new issued Blackwatch uniforms for when they’re on-site on the Overwatch base, having ordered them after complaints from multiple Overwatch members over bullshit reasons. The pants were still new, still very tight around his legs and his glutes. Oh, so very tight. It was uncomfortable, especially in the crotch where it was now straining, his hard-on erection pressing horribly against the stitches. It was starting to become a little hard to breathe.

“What can I do for you, sister?” he stared you down.

Even though he was a lot bigger and stronger than you, he still felt as though you would step on him so easily as though he were a bug. Your gaze made him feel as small as the cat that roams in Torbjorn’s garage the one of his kids loves to play with.

“I know what you’ve done.”

Another chill ran down his spine. He swallowed, his saliva barely enough to do anything to help how dry his mouth and throat had become.

“Excuse me? M-Ma’am…”

He felt hot all over. His clothing clung to his skin, his abdomen rolled as he tried to steady his breathing.

You took a step towards him.

“I know what you’ve done,” you repeated.

Your voice was deeper, your brows arched, the ruler nearly snapped in your grip.

Gabriel backed up until the small of his back hit the dresser. He was too afraid to move under your intense gaze as you took more steps towards him. Every step you took sounded off like a heartbeat in his ears. He breathed heavily through his nose, his hands came to grasp at the dresser. Your black habit skirt swayed with every step, your rosary followed the pattern before your clothed breasts. You were so close to him, he could smell you. Soft hints of gentle lavender soap, honeysuckle and roses amongst other things.

He wanted to rip off your veil and your habit and your skirt until you were just in your underwear and that damn rosary.

You suddenly brought the ruler up, one hand on either side and pressed it against his neck. The night ops commander gasped, back arching against the dresser as you pressed harder into his throat. He wheezed, teeth grit and eyes wide as you looked at him with disgust.

You slowly drew close to his ear, your cold breath on his heated skin had his blood racing.

“You’re a sinner,” you whispered into his ear.

His brain had turned to fog at those words, his mouth hung open a bit as he struggled to breathe.

The ruler snapped under the pressure and Gabriel stood up, eyes lit ablaze with lust. A fire had been lit somewhere inside of him, something had started to brew inside of him, threatening to bubble over.

You took a step back, the ruler’s two halves now on the floor. Gabriel followed you, step for step until it was now you’re turned to be backed up against something. Gabriel’s well made bed hit the backs of your knees, but you did not falter. You stood your ground as he came closer to you. He could practically hear your heart racing through your chest, like a rabbit running from prey.

“You’re right sister, I am a sinner.” He stepped closer to you. “I have sinful thoughts all of the time.”

“Like what?” you sneered.

“Like what you’re hiding under your habit. Is it lingerie? Something slutty to appease the father? I bet it’s the color red like the flames of hell-”

You slapped him across the face, your palm connecting to his prickly cheek when he got too close to you. The man fell to the bed behind you, snatching onto your rosary and breaking it off of your throat as he went down.

You straddled him, snatching the rope of beads from his hands and pressed it to his throat as you did the ruler. He fought you this time. His large hands grabbed at your wrists, squeezing them tightly. You hissed, pressing the beads deeper into his throat.

“Do you get off every night?” he smiled at you.

“Silence!” you grit your teeth.

“I can smell the wine on your breath, sister. I can smell your desire, as well.” He bucked his hips up, his clothed erection rubbed against you. He could feel how warm and wet you were down there. “You’re wet, sister. Is it for m-”

You pressed the beads even deeper into his throat as he gagged. His hands trembled on your wrists.

He suddenly threw you off of him, your back colliding with the floor as your rosary slid across the room. He stood, hands balled at his sides, eyes lit ablaze as though they were made from the sun. The air had been knocked out of you, your head swam, your belly fluttered. You stared up at him, propped up on your elbows, too stunned to even move away from the sinner before you.

He started for you. You shouted, barking out an order to stop but it fell on deaf ears. You backed away from him on the floor, scooting back on your elbows and your boots scratching for purchase on the rug beneath you. He was on you too fast. He yanked you up by your collar bib and hoisted you up in the air.

He pushed you down onto the bed, yanking off your black veil and habit as you went down. Your chest collided with his bedding, he was quick to follow up on you and pinned you to the bed with one hand pressed flat against your spine. You couldn’t wriggle out, especially when his fingers entwined with the fabric of your gown. You whimpered and fisted the sheets, your hair clinging to your cheeks and forehead from sweat. You were able to glare back at him, only seeing lust in his eyes. Your body was practically boiling, want and lust nearly breaching to the surface. Your walls were soaked from the way he threw you around so easily. You couldn’t let him win so easily.

“What’s wrong, sister? Don’t you hate it when the sinner dominates you?” He drove his clothed erection and ground it into your ass. You whimper and fisted the sheets, your cheeks flaring up. He leaned over you. “Tell me, sister; Are you even wearing underwear under that get-up of yours?”

Your eyes widened, the colors had drained from your face.

He snaked his other hand up your backside and started to bunch up the skirt of your gown until he could easily slide his large hand underneath. He growled in your ear once his calloused hand touched your sweet bare bottom. He groaned as you whimpered, pressing your back end into his roughened touch. His large fingers ran down your slit and slowly peeled back the petals of your womanhood.

And just as he had started to massage your slickened entrance, he left you hollow with your ass exposed in the cool air of his room.

And then you heard something jingle.

You turned your head as much as you could from how you were positioned, barely able to his the hand that was just touching you was now fumbling at his belt. He had loosened the buckle and slowly slipped the black leather loose from his waistband until it hung loose in his grip.

The leather was new, polished to perfection in sleek black. The buckle was a beautiful silver. It was thick and very long to fit around his very toned and muscular body.

He grasped the two ends together in one hand and rubbed what little leather he could with the pad of his thumb.

“Tell me sister,” he looked back down at you, “do you like the feeling of leather on your skin?” You made to open your mouth when he cut you off, his other hand had left your back and had come down to softly caress your bare ass, the callouses were rough against such fragile and delicate skin. He could see the look in your eye, smirking devilishly at what you must be thinking. “You’re just as big of a sinner as I am. I think it’s only fair to punish you as you’ve punished me.”

He pulled his head back just a bit to show off the markings still on his throat from the rosary beads.

He brought the belt to your ass, the cold leather against your warm skin felt divine. You winced when he pulled the leather belt away from you.

You cried out when it came smacking against both of your ass cheeks, tears immediately spilling from your eyes as you clawed at the sheets. His hand came down to smooth at the raised skin, cooing at you as though he were your lover before he raised the belt again. Another smack, another cry from your lips. Your teeth were bare and your legs were trembling.

It felt amazing.

Once again, he brought down at the belt on your ass, the leather cracking against your skin louder than any whip you’ve ever heard. You threw your head back and screamed; Pain or pleasure, you couldn’t tell anymore.

He dropped the belt to the floor and pressed up against you again, his clothed erection now brushed against the stabbing pain of your asscheeks. You whimpered and sobbed into the mattress as he slid his hand down to cup at your folds once again, reveling in the fact that you were absolutely dripping before he even slid his finger back in between you.

“You’re so wet,” he reveled.

He unbuttoned his pants and fumbled with them, managing to push both his pants and briefs down just enough for his cock to spring out.

Now with both hands free, he used one to grab onto your hip through the gown to steady you on the bed and the other went to his dick. He pumped his fingers over his cock a few times before he pressed the head against your nethers. The head of his cock split you open as he massaged it into your heated skin, glistening up his cock with your juices.

You whimpered when you felt a tap at your passage, gripping onto the sheets for dear life and crying out at you were slowly impaled by his cock. He sunk himself into you slowly until he had fully sheathed inside of you. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, you were so tight around him, so wet and so warm.

His hips bucked involuntarily, cock twitching inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, squeezing him impossibly tight. He started to thrust, starting off slow, hissing at how tight you were around him before he even thought about speeding up. The commander fucking you groaned from somewhere deep within his chest, his abdomen fluttering as he pounded into you mercilessly from behind.

You groaned, eyes fluttering, you were nearly drooling from how amazing it felt with him inside of you. You felt so full and stretched, the stinging of your ass throbbing even more when his lower stomach hits the welts that were starting to form. You felt a pressure burning inside of you, only getting more and more intense as he rammed into you. You moaned, your stomach doing flips as your mind went hazy.

The bed squeaked horribly beneath you both, but you didn’t care.

His hands dug into your hips, fingers grabbing onto your bunched up skirt, he was holding onto you so tightly he was moving the bed with every thrust.

You came suddenly, a lewd moan escaping you as you buried your face in the sheets. You pressed back with every thrust, eager to feel him cum inside of you, to make you feel even more full than you already were. His name spilled from your mouth, your eyes screwed shut, you felt boneless from pleasure that has been building for hours since you both woke up together with sex and roleplay on the mind.

It didn’t take him too much longer to finally cum, burying himself deep inside of you and painted your inside white. You felt so full and so limp, sinking into the bed as he released everything he could into your tight pussy.

Gabriel collapsed beside you, pulling you along with him so you both laid on your backs, both trying to catch your breaths.

As you both laid next to each other, you laid your hand on Gabriel’s broad and clothed chest to get his attention.

“Next time,” you panted, “it’s your turn to be the father.”

Gabriel nodded next to you, his bulky chest rising and falling faster than yours. He looked back at you and licked his lips before swallowing.

“Did you bring one of those canes?”

“You want me to spank you?” you laughed, sitting up.

“I’ve been a very bad sinner, sister, I need to learn my lesson.”

Gabriel tried to sit properly on the chair as he read through the news on his holopad, often having to squirm and find a new position to sit in every few seconds. The throbbing sensations from last night’s spankings he received had yet to go away. The new uniform pants weren’t making this any easier, either. The way the fabric hugged the long welts the cane had dealt across his ass really rubbed them raw.

He winced as he leaned back in the chair, still trying to find a way to properly sit as he sipped at his coffee. Maybe he should’ve stayed in his room like you were doing, nursing your sweet ass on multiple pillows while scrolling on your phone.

Reyes felt a few pairs of eyes fall on him when he hissed, feeling his welts throb suddenly on his ass. Looking over the holopad, Genji, Moira and Cole were all looking at him. The first two just looked confused but Cole wore a very smug grin on his face.

Shit.

He knew giving that ingrate the room next to his was a bad idea.

“Problem with yer ass, boss?” Cole snickered.

The glare the commander gave that ridiculous walking stereotype for a cowboy was fierce, but it wasn’t enough to wipe that smug grin off of his young and dumb face.

[hells-sirenqueen]

roleplayer name: Xixi

roleplayer pronouns: She/Her

muse name(s): @hells-sirenqueen:

Hazbin Lilith -Lilith Morningstar (og/ show canon) -Albedo as alt fc -Sinner Snake Queen Lilith ( Unholy Crusade verse) -Queen Lilith Aradat Demonica (Dark Lilith - Failed Cycle Lilith/ Vampire UC Verse) ------ @baphomet-slumber-queen Belphegor - fc Gaap (Umineko)

-Frequent side muse Bethany ( paralysis demon) - fc Demon form Catherine. --- @cannibalxroses Overlord Rosie (Hartfelt. Married in UC verse to @/radioiaci and has taken his last name.) ----- @fxiled-fxithful Angela Blanc/ Ash Landers -Versed in Black Butler / Obey Me! / Hellverse -Primary focus is the Unholy Crusade Event/Verse & Aus associated

--------- @forgottenxsoldier Marie Hellverse OC (Former) Exorcist Angel

preferred communication: Honestly? Discord. I jump from one blog to another frequently depending on the muse I am feeling. So discord is the way to go. If you would like my discord and we are mutuals, please feel free to ask for it.

experience: Oh boy. So far as writing online, I've been rping since 2012. Started on Facebook, then slowly moved onto here and then to Twitter and then discord. Lately I've been mostly on here and discord though.

preferred roleplay type: I'm a hopeless romantic. I mean, I draft poems and romantic shit all the time. There is a writing partner of mine, whom I have a server with. We leave each other IC poetry for our characters and honestly it gives me life. I actually wrote a fic with them this past summer with our characters leaving love letters for one another. It was super sweet. (It was for Lucian x Shauntal. You can find it here if you're interested in reading it. I wrote for Shauntal.) But I am usually found writing some sort of angst or flirty/romantic scene. I'm..not the best at fight scenes, but with the UC verse, I've had to step out of that comfort zone a lot. It can get OP and Godmodding very quickly. I honestly hate it. There are some exceptions though. Like, if I am actively talking to my writing partner about the fight and what would seem fair, I'm down with the fight. Overall though? I just really don't see much appeal to being aggressive in writing.

pet peeves & dealbreakers:Lack of communication between replies for threads. If there isn't an ideal goal or direction that a thread is meant to steer towards or enough ooc conversation to keep all parties involved for the thread, things can get messy or even cause a bit of a writer's block for other parties involved. I know I offer to change my replies often if it doesn't work out well for my partner, but I'm well aware that there are writers out there who won't. Just keeping an open mind and open line of communication out of character goes a long way. It irks me when I have to deal with those who aren't. Thankfully I haven't had to deal with that in this RPC, but I have had to deal with it before.

best time to write: Late in the evening. Usually around 9-11pm EST. I'm usually mobile but if I have a thread that is important enough to be concerned about, I will relocate to my laptop if needs be.

are you like your muse?: I'd like to think I see a little bit of myself in each of my muses.

I'm always prejudged without anyone getting a chance to know me like Lilith, I have a terrible love/hate relationship with sleep like Belphie and I can be snarky like Bethany. I do love to gossip like Rosie and I have a bestie I talk to every so often to share the tea with. ( Lookin' at you @alteregozowie) I can be a devout friend like Angela and at times, I tend to have a similar temper that Ash has. But most of the time I feel like Marie. A clueless person who has no idea what the hell is going on and feeling like an absolute airhead 85% of the time.

Tagged by : @hells-greatestdad

Tagging: @mages-pandoras-box, @radioiaci, @radi0activesmile, @primordialruin, @sirserpentine, and anyone else who wants to

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Roleplaying Etiquette

Don't control other people's characters without permission. If your partner reveals things that only you, as the writer should know, don't make your character magically know them unless your partner said it was alright. .

Your character might have powers that interfere with others directly, or you might interact with characters who are supernatural or powerful. You should discuss things with your partner before you harm, kill or alter their muse - however keep in mind that if you don't want powerful muses to affect yours, then you should reconsider interacting with them. It's also not okay to demand someone else change their muse for your sake if you know beforehand that they're powerful or evil. .

Please read everyone's rules before you interact. Some people don't like roleplaying with non mutuals (terminology below), others are selective, etc. It's common courtesy to check first. .

Tag your triggers or state on your blogs that you don't tag them so others can decide whether or not to follow. However, it's polite to tag flashing images, irl blood/gore, nsfw posts, insects and body horror. . DON'T censor the word! It does not help and only fucks up people's blacklists. Writing tr*gger or tri//gg//er or other variants will show your posts to everyone anyway, so please write the entire word NORMALLY for the blacklist. .

Consider sending an ask before you reblog an ask meme from someone. Some people prefer you reblog memes from the source (the blog who posted it) instead of from them. .

Mun =/= Muse. Don't get angry at people for what their characters write. If you feel uncomfortable with how a character is treating yours, you can change your interaction or bring it up, but don't take it as a sign that your partner secretly hates you and is trying to hurt you through their writing. .

If you can, cut your posts to reduce dashboard spam. This only works on desktop, you can use XKit or XKit Rewritten .

Don't start drama. Don't vague people, send hateful or impolite anons, don't pass around call outs or feel like you have to make a statement or pick sides if you see arguing on your dash. Roleplaying is not activism. If someone is trying to get you to turn on a partner or side with them, it's better to just step away. .

Don't pester people for replies. You can send a follow up message asking if someone's still interested in continuing a reply, but if you harass someone to answer you by repeatedly spamming them with questions or making them feel guilty for not replying immediately, they will likely not want to write with you anymore. RPing is a hobby, not a job, and your partners probably have lives outside of writing.

Terminology:

OOC - out of character

IC - in character

Mun - the writer

Muse - the characters

Starters - a drabble or a sentence that invites interaction

Ask memes / inbox memes - prompts you can send people via asks

Magic Anons (also spelled m!a or magic!anons) - Anonymous asks that put a "curse" on your character (i.e: muse turns into a cat for 3 days) You can ignore it if you don't want to do it

Mutuals - people you follow who follow you back

Selective - Mun will only write with people they select

Semi Selective - same as above but more lax

Private - Mun writes with only very specific people

Reblog karma - you are expected to send an ask if you reblog an ask meme

Passwords - some people ask you to send a specific word or phrase into their inbox to prove you read their rules

OP (ie this muse is too OP) - over powered

Fade to black - suggestive roleplay that doesn't involve any sex scenes and instead skips to the next scene

Exclusive shipping - you only ship this character with another character and don't allow any other ships for that muse

Dropping threads - ending a thread without continuing it

Soft block - when you block someone and then unblock them, which unfollows them from your blog

Mun =/= Muse - The Mun is not their characters and does not advocate for everything their muses do

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FANDOM DOUBLE UP ROLEPLAY!

hello everyone, this is Margo ! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ

i am a 21 , soon 22 , year old fandom roleplayer with almost 10 years of experience! i am always on the lookout for new rp partners.

I love to befriend my partners, make art, memes and playlists! Please, feel free to reach out

RULES

✎ please be 18+ to rp with me!:)

✎ oc x cc double ups only!

✎ I am semi lit to lit (1-5paragraphs)

✎ my time zone is CET!

✎ i write third person only.

✎ discord is heavily preferred to rp on! i do not rp on tumblr:)

✎ all my ocs are female, therefore my side of the rp will always be fxm, fxf or fxother! i am ok with any pairing on your side!

✎ Nsfw & sfw yes! heavy gore without purpo

✎ I do not rp with ocs who use stolen art, and / or are OP (Stronger than the strongest character in the show, having multiple powers ((fantasy related powers in a non fantasy vers and so on)) )

 ✎ I very rarely i do oc x oc! mostly if we are friends and i really vibe with your oc! asking wont hurt!:) the fandoms where i do oc x oc are marked accordingly

Interested? here are the fandoms i am interested in and (who i would like to have played!) I can play just about anyone in return! ask away!

!!! especially interested

X currently closed but might say yes if you have a plot in mind already

** also open for oc x oc, just ask!

feel free to like, comment or message me if interested! (i will message you if you do!:)

FANDOMS

Games

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Genshin Impact (Kazuha, Tighnari, Alhaitman, Childe...)

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Sally Face (sal)

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Our life now and forever (qiu) !!!

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Our life beginnings and always (cove)

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - honkai star rail (sunday)

Anime / Manga

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Haikyuu (kenma / osamu / bokuto / akaashi) !!!

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Naruto (shikamaru)

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Jujutsu kaisen (Geto / Discussable)

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Black Butler (Ciel / Soma) **

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Bungo Stray Dogs (Chuuya) !!!

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Tokyo revenger (chifuyu, Mitsuya, discussable) !!!

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Demon slayer ( Giyu, Rengoku) **

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Chainsawman (Denji)

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Saiki K (Aren)

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Creepypasta (toby)

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - Blue period (yuka)

˘͈ᵕ˘͈₊˚ෆ - my hero academia (shoto) !!!