#rp preferences

[laskar1s]

☕️ + pre-established relatoinship

I can do that if there's a canon relationship, because then there is a canon established relationship at least (if they were introduced as a couple) with dynamics I can work with, or even better, I can see the development of their relationship in canon.

Otherwise, I generally don't write pre-established relationships. I might write some distant relationship (like being allies or acquaintances) whether it's with an OC or canon, but I won't write pre-established relationships otherwise. I need to 'feel' the relationship, and I can't if there is no build-up.

[foxedthecards]

((Just to put it out there while I enjoy what if parents and muse kids threads in general, threads involving pregnancy or birth make me uncomfy to do so. Unless of course it's by magical reproduction means: spells or like IDK Jonas just waking up one day with a giant egg deposited in his living room because THAT WOULD be HILARIOUS.))

[survivintothrivin]

reblog & bold which connections you’d like for your muse !

PLATONIC

acquaintances | best friends | friends through a mutual friend | in the same squad of friends | in a current falling out | enemies turned friends | met recently | family friends | internet friends | pen pals | coworkers | good influence | bad influence | old friends | unlikely friends | childhood friends | ride or die | party buddies | gym buddies .

FAMILIAL

blood siblings | step - siblings | half - siblings | foster siblings | adopted siblings | cousins | cousins who are more like siblings | cousins on bad terms | extended family | long - lost relative | owners of the same pet(s) | sibling - like bond | parental figure | twins | twins separated at birth .

ROMANTIC

current significant other | spouse | divorced | polyamorous | high school sweethearts | toxic relationship | exes | exes on good terms | exes on bad terms | friends with benefits | forbidden lovers | first love | fake lovers | mutual crush | one - sided crush | long distance relationship | awkward one night stand | friendzoned | secret lovers | flings | exes with lingering feelings .

NEGATIVE

enemies | frenemies | friends turned enemies | lovers turned enemies | rivals | bullies | virtual enemy | enemies with sexual tension | fighting over the same person | mutual dislike | mutual annoyance | jealousy | enemies because of a misunderstanding | enemies because of a lie | “friends” who bicker constantly | enemies who try to be friends but it never works .

[cosmosoracle]

✔

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s): Evangelia

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

[cuntiel]

This is what I imagined happened to people with metal butt plugs in the xmen universe when Erik uses his powers

[romantacysblog]

Joe Goldberg | Smut

You walked through the door, your body aching with the weight of a long, stressful day. Your mind was a whirlwind of worries and tasks, but as soon as you saw Joe standing in the kitchen, his eyes softened with concern and desire. He could read you like an open book, and tonight, he saw the exhaustion and tension written all over your face.

" Rough day, huh?" he asked, setting down the glass he was drying and walking towards you. His voice was a low rumble, a comforting sound that immediately started to melt away your stress.

You nodded, leaning into his touch as he cupped your cheek. "Yeah, it was a nightmare."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "I've got you. Let me take care of you."

You felt a familiar hunger stir in your belly, a need that only Joe could satisfy. He led you to the bedroom, his hand never leaving yours, grounding you, making you feel safe and desired.

As you reached the bedroom, he turned to face you, his eyes dark with intent. "Tell me what you need," he said, his voice a commanding whisper.

You bit your lip, considering his offer. "I need you to fuck me like you're in debt to my body," you said, your voice steady and sure. "I need you to rail this stress out of me."

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "With pleasure," he murmured, beginning to undress you slowly, deliberately, his fingers grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

He took his time, kissing every inch of skin he exposed, his hands roaming your body with a familiarity that made you ache with need. By the time you were naked, you were already dripping wet, your body begging for his touch.

Joe pushed you gently onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he stripped off his own clothes. You drank in the sight of him, his muscular body on display, his cock hard and ready for you.

He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss. You moaned into his mouth, your hips already bucking against him, seeking friction, seeking relief.

Joe chuckled low in his throat, pulling away from your lips to trail kisses down your neck, your collarbone, your sternum. He took his time, teasing you, tasting you, his tongue swirling around your nipples, making you arch off the bed with a cry.

He continued his torment, kissing his way down your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button, making you squirm. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust and something more profound. "I love you," he said, his voice a low growl. "I love taking care of you. I love making you feel good."

You reached down, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him up to kiss you briefly before pushing him back down. "Prove it," you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.

He returned the smirk, a promise in his eyes. "Oh, I will."

He continued his journey south, kissing and licking and nipping at your sensitive skin. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, opening you up to him, exposing you to his hungry gaze. He leaned in, inhaling deeply, a groan escaping his lips.

"Fuck, you smell good," he murmured, before diving in, his tongue licking up your slit, tasting you, devouring you.

You cried out, your hips bucking against his face, your hands fisting the sheets as he brought you to the brink of orgasm with his skilled tongue. He could feel it in your body, hear it in your moans, see it in your eyes—you were close, so fucking close.

But he pulled back, a cruel, knowing smile on his face. "Not yet, my love," he said, his voice a low rumble against your sensitive flesh. "I want to hear you beg."

You whimpered, your body aching with need. "Please, Joe. Please let me come," you begged, your voice hoarse with desire.

He chuckled, a dark, mocking sound. "Please what? Please fuck you? Please make you come? Be specific."

"Please make me come with your tongue," you demanded, your body trembling with the effort of holding back your orgasm.

He smiled, a slow, evil smile. "As you wish."

He dove back in, his tongue working you relentlessly, bringing you to the edge once more. This time, he didn't stop, didn't tease, didn't torture. He sent you crashing over the edge, your orgasm tearing through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

But Joe wasn't done. He continued to lick and suck and fuck you with his tongue, drawing out your orgasm, making you scream and sob and beg for mercy. He only pulled away when your body was limp and spent, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

He crawled up your body, a satisfied smile on his face. "Feel better?" he asked, his eyes soft with love and concern.

You nodded, a contented sigh escaping your lips. "Much. Thank you."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Anytime, my love. Anytime."

But you could see the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back, not taking what he needed. You reached down, wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking him slowly, feeling him pulse in your hand.

He groaned, his head falling back. "You don't have to—" he started, but you cut him off with a kiss.

"I want to," you murmured against his lips. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

You pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips, his cock pressing against your entrance. You took him in slowly, inch by inch, your body stretching to accommodate him, your eyes locked on his the entire time.

He groaned, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Fuck, you feel good," he ground out, his teeth clenched, his body tense with the effort of holding back.

You leaned down, capturing his mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss as you began to ride him, your hips rolling, your body taking him deeper and deeper. He met your movements, his hips thrusting up to meet yours, their bodies slapping together, the room filling with the sounds of their passionate love-making.

You could feel your orgasm building, a coiling tension in your core, a spark of electricity at the base of your spine. Joe could feel it too, could see it in your eyes, hear it in your moans. He sat up, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close as he took control, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, his body slamming into yours, chasing your orgasm, urging it on.

"Come for me, baby," he growled in your ear, his voice a low, demanding rumble. "Let me feel that tight little cunt milk my cock."

And you did. You came undone, your body convulsing, your nails digging into his back, your scream of pleasure filling the room as you shattered in his arms. He held you tight, his body still moving, still chasing his own release.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside you, his release filling you, his groan of pleasure a low, guttural sound in your ear. He collapsed back onto the bed, taking you with him, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

You lay on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, your body boneless and spent, your mind finally quiet and at peace. Joe stroked your hair, his touch gentle and soothing, his love for you a palpable force surrounding you, protecting you, cherishing you.

"I love you," you murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest.

He tightened his arms around you, holding you close. "I love you too, my dear. More than words can express. Always and forever."

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what life threw at you, you could face it together. Because Joe would always be there, supporting you, loving you, pleasing you in every way imaginable. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

[yello-exe]

Playing around with custom colors and gradients! I could talk in all yellow but I'm not sure I like the look...What do you all think?

[thewasandshouldbeking]

Head canon: Silco's accent used to sound a lot more like Vander's, when they were teens, but as his obsession with respect and recognition from Topside grew he began refining it into the smooth, posh-sounding tones befitting the likes of the Kirammans and Medardas.

[1nvictus]

🪐 Do you ever have dinner with Hannibal and Abigail? Or is his cooking too extravagant for your liking?

I got invites, haven’t accepted them. I kept getting warned to be careful or not eat the meat, so I won’t go until I find out what the fuck that’s about. Hannibal says it’s defamation. I want to go just to see Abby and Will, but it’d be weird as hell to go to a dinner party and not eat the dinner.

His presentation’s a little much from what I’ve heard, but I’ve only heard good things about the taste. I fuck with that high-end shit just as much as I fuck with a McDonald’s Quarter Pounder with fries and a shake. I don’t care for unnecessary fluff or pretentious bullshitting, only if it tastes good and won’t kill me.

[psychicdelicz]

i might be gay.

[the-better-bell]

cujo is very, very aware it just fucked up. big time.

the concussion and the gunshot wounds and what feels like a dislocated shoulder are making it hard to ignore that fact. what’s even more concerning, though, is that he doesn’t know where the fuck exfil is. there’s been complete radio silence over comms, but cujo’s still dutifully making its way to the fallback point, where it’s got a sinking feeling there isn’t going to be anyone waiting for him.

it’s not an easy trek. the concussion has cujo’s head spinning, not to mention the probably concerning amount of its own blood it can feel soaking into its tactical gear. but cujo perseveres, or at least tries. he’s got a job to do, and right now, that job is to make it to the damned exfil location.

at some point, he has to give up the ghost, slump against a filthy brick wall and pull its dark balaclava up over its nose with its less-injured-feeling arm to gasp in a few rattling breaths. the night city air tastes like gasoline and cigarette smoke. like adler.

cujo knows he needs to get back to adler. but right now, it is both hurting and extraordinarily tired. staying here and closing his eyes for a second wouldn’t hurt, right?

[survivintothrivin]

Characters I’d love to have interactions with: (Note: I'd be happy to interact with other characters, these are just preferences))

— Maggie Rhee

— Eugene Porter

— Rosita Espinosa

— Daryl Dixon

— Rick Grimes

— Abraham Ford

— Lydia

— Aaron

— Michonne

— Enid

— Beth Greene

— Sherry

— Cyndie

[drobinabitch]

Who is trying to do a rabbot rp with me? I can play either <3

[preciouslittlewatcher]

I don't know if it's the same with unhardened Neve but I think it's so sweet how often Rook repeats "I'm with you" or "I've got your back" to Neve. It's important to her in a relationship, or in anything for that matter. Rook knows that. Especially if they had to make the tough choice to back Treviso first.

[romantacysblog]

Joe Goldberg | Smut

He had been planning this for weeks, meticulously crafting every detail to ensure the night would be perfect. He knew her routine like the back of his hand, having studied her from afar long before they ever officially met. The 'chance encounter' at the coffee shop had been anything but, and tonight, he was going to remind her of that.

He arrived at her house just after midnight, the cool night air doing little to dampen the heat building inside him. He had a key, of course—he'd made a copy the last time he was over, when she'd been too distracted by his touch to notice. He let himself in silently, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knew she was home; her car was in the driveway, and the lights were off, signaling that she was likely already in bed.

He moved through the house like a ghost, his steps sure and silent. He knew exactly where everything was, having committed the layout to memory during his earlier stalking sessions. He made his way to her bedroom, his breath catching in his throat as he pushed the door open slowly.

She was there, sprawled out on the bed, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. She was wearing a thin tank top and boy shorts, her hair fanned out across the pillow. He took a moment to just look at her, committing the sight to memory. Then, he began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate.

He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. He could feel the heat radiating off her, could see the slight flutter of her eyelids as she began to stir. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a soft, gentle kiss. She moaned slightly, her eyes fluttering open in confusion and then pleasure as she recognized him.

"Shh," he whispered against her lips. "I've got you."

He could feel her body respond to his, her nipples hardening beneath her tank top, her legs parting slightly to accommodate him. He took his time, exploring her body with his hands and mouth, reacquainting himself with every curve and dip. He knew what she liked, what made her squirm and beg, and he was determined to draw out every ounce of pleasure from her.

He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands slipping under her tank top to tease her breasts. He took his time, rolling her nipples between his fingers, his mouth following the path his hands had taken. He could feel her arching into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.

He slipped her tank top off, his mouth capturing one tight bud as his hand trailed down her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. He could feel how wet she was, her folds slick and inviting. He teased her, his fingers dancing around her clit, his mouth never leaving her breast.

She was writhing beneath him, her hands fisting in his hair, her hips bucking against his hand. He could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He slowed his touch, drawing out her pleasure, making her beg for release.

"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "I need you."

He smiled against her skin, his fingers finally giving her what she craved, circling her clit, his mouth trailing down her stomach. He hooked his fingers in her shorts, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.

He settled between her legs, his tongue taking the place of his fingers. He licked and sucked, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place as she bucked against his mouth. He could feel her getting close again, her body tensing, her breaths coming in short gasps.

He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on her clit. She came with a cry, her body convulsing, her hands fisting in his hair.

He gave her a moment to come down from her high before he moved up her body, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and trust reflected back at him. He pushed into her slowly, her tight heat enveloping him, her legs wrapping around his waist.

He set a slow, steady pace, his body moving in sync with hers. He could feel her meeting him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back, her breath hot on his neck. He could feel his own release building, his body tensing, his movements becoming more erratic.

He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. She came again, her body clenching around him, sending him over the edge with her. He poured himself into her, his body shaking, his breath coming in short gasps.

He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel her heart racing to match his, her body limp and sated beneath him. He rolled off her, pulling her into his arms, their bodies still joined.

"Welcome home," he whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead.

She smiled, her eyes fluttering closed, her body melting into his. "I'm home," she whispered back.

He held her as they both drifted off to sleep, their bodies still joined, their hearts beating in sync. He knew he'd done good. The scenario had been a success, and he already had plans for their next encounter. Until then, he'd enjoy the afterglow, knowing that he'd given her a night she'd never forget.

[izaack-gauss]

Labubu

" Is this how you guys view monsters now? Cute and cuddly? .. "