#rp: answered

[liarsfms]

this is stunning! not to get ahead of myself, but are there any fcs or subplots you would like to see?

thank you so much , lovely ! i actually have a pretty beefy list of wanted faceclaims in the server , but i can go ahead & give you a little taste of who i'd like to see ! as for subplots , there's one in particular called " steal the sun " that is composed of a group within the group of rich kids who have known each other since they were in diapers that i would love to see filled ! other than that , the more antagonistic subplots definitely have my heart ! mwf : duckie thot , zion moreno , kennedy walsh , jennie kim , madelyn cline , kelsey merritt , khadijha red thunder , tati gabrielle , alexa tiziani , park sooyoung , ryan destiny , aj clementine , joanna pincerato , & phaith montoya . mwm : desire mia , vinnie hacker , kim taehyung , jonathan daviss , bright vachirawit , zethphan smith - gneist , josh heuston , caner topcu , charles melton , lee juyeon , nijiro murakami , hero fiennes - tiffin , gabriel guevara , & ryan manick . mwnb : chella man , dreamer isioma , sivan rose , jade willoughby , lizeth selene , donte colley , harper watters , jesse mei li , ricky thompson , kehlani , shamir bailey , alex newell , keiynan lonsdale , poppy liu , tyler ford , & jo kwon .

[maybanksprincess]

babes ilysm, and im jj deprived of fics (specifically, dom mean jj x sweet girl innocent reader) how do you think jj would be with sweet girl if he was rough fucking her in missionary holding her hand but like his other hand has his fingers in her mouth while shes overstimulated

ugh ilysm more and this idea, im so turned on. i need this so bad 😩

jj would be fucking into you deep, your freshly painted toes thrown over his broad shoulders, as he buries his dick deep inside of you.

he would be burying himself to the hilt with every thrust, then almost pulling out completely, before slamming back in.

one of his ringed hands would be intertwined with yours, the other occupied with two of his fingers down your throat, listening to you gag and gurgle around them as he slams into you over and over again.

you had already came twice, but he wanted to see just how far he could push you. he fucked you into a third orgasm, your pussy already sensitive from his huge cock bullying your hole.

tears spill from your eyes as he keeps fucking you over and over, pathetic whimpers falling from around jjs fingers. he can tell your getting close by the way your walls clench around him, and he speeds up his pace, rolling his hips deeper into you.

he would be like "cmon mama, you can take it. jus' one more, hm? last one, i promise." he squeezes your hand as he continues to rut into you relentlessly.

your pussy convulses around him, and he feels a gush of liquid coat his balls, following your loud moan around his fingers.

he finishes inside the condom, and then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, patting your cheek twice with his wet hand. "good girl." he says with his signature smirk, before rolling the condom off.

[timblrdrake]

the struggle of deciding if i’d rather hang out with Bruce “when i was your age..” Wayne or Dick “well, in the circus..” Grayson

[askthisfishprince]

:3 < He certainly has a lot of questions like these! 

:3 < I’m not sure if their feelines go this dark. But I have also pondered this pawssibility!

:3 < that’s all fur now! Also no need to tell him about me doing this….he totally already knows…yes…pawsitive….

[john-macnamara]

[Glitch, or at least someone who bears a striking resemblance to them, hops down the street as they leave CCRP, drumming on the wall as they go. The similarities really are uncanny, save for the dull green eyes rather than the teal and the jean hoodie that replaced the jacket.]

@calaverage

[John’s walking his two dogs when he runs into them. He pauses, considering whether or not he should approach Glitch(?), but then his German Shepherd, Atlas, starts pulling him towards them.]

Hey- bad dog. Bad boy.

[ask-elliot-doorman-fam]

*a little drone girl is in front of you. She has purple eye lights with silver shoulder length hair. She has a black knee length dress with fur cuffs. She has a female disassembly drone body but smaller and more gray. Do you approach her?*

(is it okay if I interact with one of my NUzi kids here? I just see others do stuff with the gang and I wanted to try :3, if it's not then just let me know on my other ask 🙂)

"Uh... hey kid. You lost or something...?"

The look of this child caught her a little off gaurd, dissasembly drones were exclusive to her family and she'd never seen them before. But a kid was a kid, they had to have parents somewhere. And said parents were probably worried sick.

(It's fine!)

[shhhsecretsideblog]

You have to go see your professional athlete husband play in the championship game: only problem is you're 42 weeks pregnant. You've been having contractions all day, but you tell yourself they're just Braxton Hicks, and you can go to the hospital after the game and have the baby. But once the game starts you can't ignore the urge to push any longer...

Great prompt! Exactly what I was in the mood to write this evening, ty! Hope you like it (fyi written in an hour and very much not edited or checked or read-through lol)

Half-Time Full-Time Baby-Time

Despite being overdue, suffering practice contractions all day, and having a baby nestled deep in my pelvis - I was not going to miss the big game. I’d never missed any of my husband’s matches and I wasn’t going to start now.

Thankfully, as my hubby was a star player on the team I was watching the game from the Executive Box. My parents were supposed to have joined me but they couldn’t make it, so I was on my own in the luxury private suite that had a large window and a glass door overlooking all the action on the pitch below. Inside the room was a fancy dining table with chairs, a mini bar, and a few high stools beneath the tall bench table lining the window so people could sit and drink and eat while watching the game.

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to do any of those things. My tight and round belly and the pain flaring in my hips had me pacing around and around the room. Cupping the underside of my bump I breathed deeply through each rising wave.

“Hmmmmm… not now baby, please.” I whimpered.

The practice pains had gotten closer and closer together during the first half. I’d tried to ignore them, breathe through them and walk around to stop the braxton hicks, but they didn’t disappear. They only got worse. Just before the whistle blew at half time my waters broke and I was forced into the realisation this was no false alarm.

But it would be fine; labour took hours and hours and the game would be long finished before we would need to go to the hospital. That’s what I thought.

Midway through the second half I’m standing by the window, my hands clasping the high bench in a white-knuckle grip, my hips swaying side to side. My throat rattles as I release involuntary groans with the constant squeezing and tightening of my belly. The baby felt so damn low… my legs were in a wide stance and my belly hung down off my hips. I was glad to be wearing a lightweight summer dress with the amount I was sweating. I wanted to open the door, to let in a breeze, but I was scared to with the labouring sounds I was emitting. I didn’t want to attract attention and I did not want to go anywhere and miss the game. I would stay here until you were finished and then we would go to the hospital together.

Another contraction rolled across my belly and the pressure built and built towards boiling point. It felt like I was going to explode, to burst, that feeling of fullness paired with an urgency and pressure was becoming too much to handle. My legs started to tremble as I fought against my body’s instincts, a low rumbling roar slipping past my lips.

I leant forward over the tall tabletop, my arms folded on its surface and my head dropped against my arms. My legs were buckling, sinking lower into a squat. The pressure was building, the round and heavy bowling ball of a head was so low… I wanted to push— my body needed me to push—

“Noooo…. Oh god! Don’t- hoooo- don’t push. Just stay in there baby…. Wait for your daddy to f-finish the g-game—mnghhhhhh!!!”

There was no controlling it, the head was getting lower and pressing against my opening. My body was pushing and I couldn’t stop it. More amniotic fluid hit the floor as I pushed, my bare feet standing on the damp carpet.

In between uncontrollable pushes I glanced up desperately and looked at the timer hanging over the pitch. There was still 15minutes to go, plus injury time. Oh god, the baby was not going to last that long. It felt like it was already starting to crown.

With a trembling hand I feel under my dress between my thighs and nearly vomit when I feel the curved surface of the head pressing against my underwear.

“Oh baby, no… you can’t come out yet…”

But my body and mind are not in sync and a second later I’m back to uncontrollably pushing. I sink into a deep squat, my arms stretched high above my head as I cling onto and almost swing from the high rise table.

“Nnnmghhhhh!!!!” I grunt and low, bearing down into my bottom, running completely on instinct. The baby was slipping further and further out, my labia was stretched thin and the burning of a full crown made me howl.

At the same time one of the teams had scored and the stadium erupted with a frenzy of screams and cheers. The crowd’s jubilance was my own encouragement and I gasped a breath and pushed again, hard. My body was shaking head to toe, the burning… the fullness… the desperation for it all to stop… I had to get the baby out, and it had to come out right now. Giving it my all the head popped out dramatically into my underwear and I collapsed down onto all fours.

The game was nearly over and the baby was almost here. I scrambled to pull down my panties before the next contraction hit. I could hear the noises in the stadium, the crowd cheering and chanting, the final minutes being played. Meanwhile the baby was turning inside of me, the shoulders beginning to press and stretch me open once more. When the next contraction hit I submitted to it entirely, rocking forward and back with each push as my body worked hard to birth the babe. I roared and pushed with the final whistle of the match and raised up on my knees, my hands flying between my legs to catch my newborn baby.

“Oh my goodness… hi little one.” I sobbed as I brought the child up to my chest, wiping its face and blowing gently against their cheeks. The newborn gave a cough and started crying and relief and exhaustion took hold. That was when I noticed the crowd around the Exec Box was cheering. I crawled to the door, babe in arms, and awkwardly got back to standing.

Looking out across the pitch I could see my husband’s team had won, all the men jumping and hugging each other. I could spot my husband easily amongst the sea of coloured jerseys.

“That’s your daddy.” I said to the baby.

My husband looked up at the box, knowing where I’d be, and his jaw dropped when he saw me standing at the glass door, a newborn baby wailing in my arms.

[monkie-man]

MK please make your boyfriend rest.

Finally finished training to make sure he was sleeping :)) ( had to convince PIF to lay on off the work she gave him :( )

[riottsrph]

hello!!! i love your png's and i was wondering, only if you can, could i request some pngs with a small town horror vibe? thank you!

hiii angel !! tysm. <3 here’s nine ( 09 ) SMALL TOWN HORROR related png’s for you. i’m hoping this is the vibe you wanted since i'm not too sure with this whole vibe minus newspapers and such, if not, feel free send an ask to my alt @riottspngs <33

[its-gambit]

[It's been about a week since Eliza had seen Micah and Liv. She hadn't been sleeping all that much either. She was to worried about them. "What if they got hurt? What if there stuck? What if someone kidnapped them? How would Miguel contact her?" These where questions that wracked her mind. Right now she was sitting against the wall near the schools entrance. The broken window blowing cold air into the abandoned building.]

*walks up to the school*

You ok mon ami?

[eyes-ofthe-beholders]

*Vizerxa hums softly while sitting on a bench in the park, reading. She's also petting a stray cat that curled up next to her.*

(- @the-fox-and-the-shadow )

*Harlow is happily walking in the park with an iced coffee when he spots Vizerxa and walks over.*

“Hello again.” ^^

[liarsfms]

super excited! what day this week do you think you'll be blessing us with being able to join the server?

believe me , i'm super excited , too ! at this point , it looks like it's gonna be on wednesday when i post the link to the server !

[doctorcranes-ask]

any thoughts and feelings about cannibalism?

My thoughts? Eh.

I believe some other Gotham villains are cannibals. I haven’t fully digested human meat before. I’ve bitten some peoples ears off, but I didn’t swallow them. If you were hoping for some cooking advice, I’d be no help

[agent-carvour]

Hey

Are you down for another drink?

@ethan-green-69420

Oh, yes, absolutely.

Birdhouse in 30?

[caphhhhfgjdkhgjfj-firstmate]

Are you suuuure I can't go with youuu

Also could I perchance borrow some crutches.

No ‘nd no

[john-macnamara]

[The lid comes off easily and reveals a yellow cube, barely smally than the box, inside it. Its surface is slightly transparent and reveals an orange maze-like structure underneath it. The moment it becomes visible, the factory building around John is replaced by endless Black, and mad laughter seems to be coming from everywhere.]

[Rather than immediately panicking, John sighs in annoyance. He looks around for any sign of life, calling out to see who will answer.]

Wiley? If this is your doing, it’s not terribly impressive.