#rp: not your bar

[shimmerbeasts]

It was another quiet night at The Last Drop. Just enough patrons to justify keeping the doors open, and never a lack of people looking for a stiff drink. Operation had been moving rather smoothly since Vi torn away the ugly signs and even uglier presence that Silco and his goons had filled the bar with in her time away. She wasted no time in tearing away all of that garbage, and polishing the hidden gem of the old rustic bar. Rumor already bumbled around, this Hellhound of the Underground being Vander's prodigy, how the new barkeep even took a name that echoed her adoptive father's title in her own way. Vi felt right at home around the clinking of glasses and the joyful laughs of the patrons. Standing at the bar, the mercenary swiped her bar rag through another bowler glass and set it against the counter, fishing out a bottle of scotch. She swept it up with easy hands and poured the Bilgewater export into the the glass, serving it neat to one of the inebriated consumers sitting at the bar. Just as she moved to put the bottle back, she felt.. Strange. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end and there was a sudden pit of dread in her stomach. Her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips, only to find her mouth to be sucked dry as well. She glanced around quickly, finding nothing out of place. It didn't feel like an episode, so what the hell was happening? She opened her mouth to speak, but she was interrupted by the sudden blast of an inferno. The explosion that came from seemingly nowhere was strong enough to rock the very foundation of the bar, the ceiling quivering and dropping particles of dust down, and the first two round tables were engulfed by the blue plume of shimmering smoke. Vi instinctively brought her hands up to defend her face, but she was too slow. A metal band fired off from the hinges and knocked the brawler right in the face, ripping an ugly gash across her cheek and the bridge of her crooked nose, not far below her eye. She dropped to the ground and clutched at her face, hot and panicked breaths escaping her for a moment. She drew her right hand back and stared at the hot blood gathered against it, before she swiped it on her shirt an shoved her hands into the Atlas Gauntlets behind the bar top. She drew a breath in to steady her mind as five distinct scents hit her nose. Blood. Gunpower. Sulfur. Flesh. Smoke. Patrons screamed and panicked, and Vi knew she had to act. Who the hell had just blasted a gaping hole where her front door had been previously been? "Hey asshole, I didn't ask for a remodel!" Vi called out as she jumped the bar suddenly, looking to the patrons who were panicking. She tried to not pay any mind to the four who laid dead on the floor. In a quieter voice, she regarded them. "Back door. Get the hell out. We're closed for the night." She whispered, watching them scramble, before she brought her defensive stance to the door, blading her body. She watched with bated breath as the figure slowly emerged.. And her silvered eyes shimmered with a hint of blue. "Pow-pow?" The name left her lips in a disbelieving tone, and her fists dropped suddenly. No, no, not now. Her gaze only softened for a second, before she drew her brows in and raised her hands again. Her scarred lip drew into a scowl. "The asshole who desecrated this place the first time 'round is dead. What the hell do you think you're doing?" She hated how her voice trembled. She never wanted to talk to her sister like that. But.. Was she still her sister? She was Jinx now, and Vi failed to kick those delusions out. Silco ruined her, and she feared she was too far gone. Even though Vi had her gauntlets on, her fists up... Her certainty wavered.

The patrons of the bar panicked; their shouts and screams, the trampling of their feet filled Jinx with satisfaction and grim pleasure. Whoever had tried to establish themselves here had certainly forgotten the powerful and terrifying Chem-Baron, who had controlled the Lanes for eight, prosperous years. And just as the bar owner had forgotten who ruled this place, so had the patrons.

Furthermore, many had made the mistake of assuming the living legacy of Silco was out for the count. Just because Jinx was no longer as present in the Lanes as she had been when Silco was alive, did not mean that she would not defend what she saw rightfully as belonging to her father and now Sevika.

Even so, nothing could have prepared Jinx for the person who stepped out of the chaos in The Last Drop to confront her. She still wore those heavy, ugly, navy-blue Gauntlets, laced with gold. They did not fit into the environment, marking themselves out as coming from the other side of the river, from Piltover. However, that dark red leather jacket and short, magenta hair, those stark, blazing blue eyes would always be recognisable for her - and seeing her sister right now in that carnage, marking herself as the owner and desecrater of The Last Drop was like a stab through the heart.

"Vi?", whispered Jinx in confusion and could feel herself balk. Her innards twisted and the hair on her neck stood up. She threw her head around in a distressed shake like a shying horse. "No, no, no, no!", she called out, "That cannot be right! This is a lie! A trick!"

However, then Vi's softened expression darkened and her fists rose. She was still wearing those garish Gauntlets, that symbolised the other side. No doubt, Caitlyn Kiramman gave them to her. Anything to make Violet indebted to her and put her on a leash. Anything to give her sister even more of a reason to pull away from Jinx and pretend that she was a stranger.

She mirrored Violet's action, bringing Pow-Pow forth. Her eyes darkened and she blinked angry tears away as she had to hear her once more speak of Silco in such a vile language. Her purple gaze briefly darted over towards the gash underneath her eye, out of which dripped fresh blood.

Jinx spoke angrily: "Do not talk of Silco like that! He took The Last Drop fair and square! Unlike you. Since when do you believe you have any claim towards this bar? I thought you were Topside, chumming it with that Piltie Enforcer buddy of yours." There was a hopeful and maddening gleam in her purple eyes as she called out: "No way! Did she grow tired of her trencher toy?!"

@undercity-merc cont. from here.

[fedora-pervert]

HEY LAITO! <33 If you go on A03 you should give my fics a read!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58634803 - Dipped In Salt (My Reiji and Shuu as children, angsty fic <33 [prepare for gore]) https://archiveofourown.org/works/56189143 - Regrets Written in Crystal and Tears (Reiji and Shuu as adults, [TW drug use]) I'm being shameless while promoting-

Hm~? I’ll definitely check it out, fufu~!

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

Hey, if Wilbur asked you to bury a body, would you?

(ARGINNIT COUGH COUGH)

What are you, a cop? 🤨 get moving

of course. It would ruin me but would it be worse than losing him? I don’t think it would be.

I was brought into this world with someone waiting for me, I don’t know how to live without him. I’d cut out my ribcage and surrender the bones if it meant he’d stay by my side and never leave me alone again.

[miqojak]

Hope this doesn't come across as unsolicited. aside from the Grindstone there are a number of fight club/sparring events on Crystal that seem like more Jak's vibe. Even if she doesn't fight some smaller venues would probably give you room to use her other hooks to start conversations

The only time I'll consider anything unsolicited in the rude way is if it IS rude (or creepy) - so no worries there!! <3 Besides, I've been quietly lamenting my own oc's stubbornness in my notes, so I'm open to ideas.

And not to seem like I'm brushing suggestions aside - but funnily enough, fight clubs are up there for Jak as one of those things she considers a waste of time. Pointless fighting gains you nothing, in her mind - she's spent years training hard not so she can be a tough punch-girl... but because she was small and afraid, once. And people showing off that they can fight well in the controlled space of a spar kind of just bores her/puts her off - anyone can do that. Any simple beast of the land can rut and fight... so what? (But that's part of why I made A'vaanoh! I wanted an oc that was more willing to go to different places - less paranoid, less stuck in weird beliefs and expectations. Though I love Jak best, and she's just a pain in the ass to get out to places.)

With my FC shuttered/no longer running events to bring people to the jazz club/bar/restaurant that her Yakuza gang runs... its gotten harder to meet people. I mean, the fc house is still there, and makes a good backdrop for RP. But it's just me these days, so it's hard to aspire to host any kind of true event anymore. Jak is just so anti-social that it's hard to get the ball rolling - but she's never going to work on that if I can't finagle her into situations where she has to work on it, lol.

That said, I've been trying to brainstorm a way that isn't 'people just have to come to her', since that feels unfair? I'm keen on having her stir up trouble in Ul'dah, and making that a plot to bring others into... but I have no idea what to do, ha! I've had this formless idea for a long time of 'Jak wants to stick it to the wealthy elite in Ul'dah for how they treated her/other refugees', but I feel like I'd have to cook up a whole lot. A villain or two or three, schemes, NPCs... and I'm usually the one who builds on the bones of a plot, so I'm having a hard time with the formless inspirational building blocks of that idea.

I have, for well over a year now, actually had it listed in my RP hooks on my carrd that she's seeking someone who can ICly either teach her more about magic (she can't use it, and the aetherologist she was seeing ghosted, though she'd maybe see another), or who can/will make/provide for her something she can use to...as she would say, "bypass magical locks". She's aiming for high end cat burglary, after all, and figures Ul'dah's richest won't merely rely on mundane protection for their prized collections. She wants to know how to disable wards/runes, what to look out for, etc. Thieving from Magic Practitioners, it's a high level course no one seems to teach... (this feeds directly into her desire to do more fuckery around Ul'dah - and it would make her have to get to know someone, and it's no fun to just snap your fingers and know how to do a thing...I thought it would be fun if she learned a skill from another ne'er do well of some kind! That's the good shit!)

All that said...I appreciate the input! Now if I can figure something out to drag a paranoid, mistrustful little woman out of her safe zone(s)...lmao

[slashhinginghasher]

Fate, Or Just Bad Luck

@thesightstoshowyou pspspspspsps

Serial killer meets final girl. They do not hit it off.

Lok Smith belongs to Sights, Ki Dufresne belongs to me

~

"Okay there is no way you didn't pregame before this."

"I told you I suck at pool!"

"I didn't think you meant this badly, Ki! Have you had an MRI lately? Any cranial trauma in your past?"

"Yeah, I used to huff lead paint as a baby."

Ki Dufresne rolled her eyes and attempted to line up a shot. The stick glanced off the cue ball, sending it wobbling a scant half inch to the left. So far, she hadn't even managed to get the cue ball to make contact with any of the other pool balls, let alone move one enough to progress the game. Her friends had stopped trying to coach her and were instead watching her with something akin to awe.

"Cut her some slack, guys," Derrick said. "Shaft and balls aren't exactly Ki's thing."

"Alright, slut, why don't you show everyone how well you handle a long hard pole?"

Ki shoved the pool cue into his hands and swatted him on the ass, right over the pride flag embroidered on his back pocket. Their close friends laughed a made a few more innuendos while Derrick ran his hands suggestively along the stick. Some of the others looked a little nervous. The group tonight was large, a "friends and friends of friends" type deal that encompassed two pool tables and several of the neighboring booths at the bar. That meant there were an unprecedented (for her) number of heterosexual people around, several of whom were uncertain if they could laugh at the gay jokes without being homophobic.

They absolutely could laugh, but the quiet desperation as they ran their mental Ally Status calculus was also hilarious, so Ki liked to exacerbate it when she could.

Ki took a swig of her drink. One of the friends of friends, a girl named Laney, had been talking animatedly with a guy at the bar for the past five minutes, and was now heading back to the group with the guy in tow.

Straight towards Ki. Looking very excited.

Oh no.

Did Laney know Ki was gay? Ki couldn't remember which members of the extended group knew about her sexual orientation, and Derrick was too busy annihilating his opponent at pool to start trading gay slurs with her. The guy was sauntering, hands in his pockets, which meant he was probably insufferable. Oh, her night was going to be so ruined if she had to talk to him. She turned away, trying to pretend she hadn't noticed their approach, but Laney was on a mission and that mission was making Ki interact with some random asshole.

"Lok, this is my friend Ki," Laney introduced, practically bouncing with excitement. "Ki, this is Lok."

"Bullshit," Ki said.

The guy - Lok - laughed. He was tall. His hair was very red and he had a lot of freckles. He was also smirking. Ki hated guys who smirked.

"I promise you, it's not bullshit," he replied, even though Ki hadn't really been addressing him. "I can even show you my ID if you want."

"I don't."

Completely oblivious to Ki's animosity, or completely uncaring, Laney shoved her glass into Ki's free hand.

"Can you watch my drink? I have to use the bathroom. Thanks!" Laney darted off without waiting for a response, leaving Ki with the undivided attention of a smirking redhead and no free hands with which to punch him in the dick if need be. Lok, for his part, didn't seem too put out by the sudden exit of the girl he'd been chatting up.

"So."

She could run off to the bathroom too, but she still had half of her own drink left, and asking someone to look after two drinks for you seemed like kind of a dick move. Annoyed as she was, she was not about to leave any girl's drink unattended in the presence of a strange man.

"Lok and Ki, huh?"

She could chug hers down, but the last time she tried to chug anything it went up her nose and almost killed her.

"Must be fate."

Lord have mercy. Maybe she should down her drink. And Laney's, too. Just to survive this conversation.

"I bet we'd fit together great," Lok stage-whispered, leaning in and winking.

"Ew," Ki said. "Aren't you in the pre-stages of hooking up with Laney?"

Lok was not deterred.

"I see no need to rule anything out this early in the evening."

"Ew." Ki wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Lok was still not deterred.

"Aw, what's wrong, not looking for a happy ending tonight?"

The phrasing alone almost made her gag.

"You are not my type."

"What is your type?" He cocked his head like a puppy. Ki did not find it endearing.

"Your sister."

"Alas," Lok sighed, "I don't have a sister. But I have been told I look stunning in a dress."

Ki was starting to think a bullet to the head wouldn't be a deterrent for him.

"Look, in the interest of saving us both time, I'm going to summarize the rest of this conversation." Ki took a fortifying swig of her drink. "I tell you straight up I'm a lesbian. You ask if I've ever fucked a man. I say no. You say how could I possibly know I don't like dick if I haven't tried it. I say have you ever tried dick. You get mildly affronted and insist that of course you haven't and I say well and give you a meaningful look. You rally and say that well, I haven't tried your dick and I-"

"-throw a drink in my face?" Lok cut in, eyes sparkling.

She was holding both glasses pretty tightly, almost like a weapon.

"I wouldn't do that. Leaves too much mess for the bartenders to clean up."

"That's very considerate of you."

"Thank you. So did I cover everything?"

"Well, you did leave me hanging a bit at the end," he said, tapping a finger to his lip. "What happens if not an impromptu alcohol bath?"

"I just glare and tell you to fuck off since you seem to need it spelled out for you."

Lok chuckled and definitively did not fuck off.

"For the record," he said, leaning in again, "I have tried dick, and quite enjoyed it, too."

"Oh." That was a bit unexpected. "Congratulations."

Ki was spared from any of his additional attempts at charm by Laney's return.

"Laney!" she shouted. "Come get your boy, I don't want him."

Ki returned the other girl's drink and went off to harass Derrick, who was gyrating against his pool cue like it was a stripper pole in what was presumably a victory dance.

Behind her, Lok was no longer smiling.

[moonlightink7]

Actually hey where. Where do the roleplayers even hang out anymore. I yearn for the words.

[hannahchronism]

do you think the people making "tumblr is going to poison the AIs lolol" just. don't know about the decade+ many hundreds of old writing blogs that were writing genuine short fiction and no longer have the ability to login / even know that this is happening to toggle the thing on their old blogs and so are about to have their words scraped in what will be a hugely valuable Get for programs that are actively trying to supplant creative pursuits through parsing the works of every creative they can find, good and bad, or

[relcpse]

open to all ( 25+ )

" — suggest you take that shit out to the curb . " don eyed the bar patron before looking to the other . " always got trouble with that fucker . would clock 'em , but i need to keep the doors open . "

[expvrgction]

Continued from here!

---

Already, the tall man groaned.

"Not my fault that a Summoner did this to me! I was minding me own business when she up and pushed me into a portal earlier like the witch she is."

"And I have close to no interest to this holiday either... Most of these were all junk she threw at me. The rest are..."

<"Don't tell me my journal pages are scattered on the deck too..."> He muttered in a language that none of these people have heard before.

And now, he is jailed. Normally, he would have just snapped the bars in half easily, due to his nature as a Primeval... But that would signal himself as a potential threat to the crew.

Kahann decided to look around him-- He could count five others surrounding him, and the ship's color schemes... What an odd choice of colors. Red mast, black exterior...

He could only assume two things based on his observation: This was a pirate ship, and the four men (plus one woman) were pirates.

But that was not the only people he would have a head count of-- He could detect two more life signals besides those five. Only one was human, though.

But he would rather not think about that further right now.

"If ye all don't mind me asking- Does my manner of entry warrant capture, regardless of what happened?" Of course he would ask because of his own awareness on the situation. He would rather not make even pirates panic by displaying his own feats, as they would be beyond what a layman's understanding.

[xanican-exile]

Venix set about helping prepare the 14th Parlor for Christmas. He seemed happier than normal, a small smile on his face as he hung ornaments and decorations along the walls of the cabaret. He'd been reserved about this all at first, but once he'd gotten into the swing of it, he soon warmed up to the idea of taking part in the holiday.

[cherrysugcr]

open to ladies 21+ connection: customer or regular at carson's bar plot: random dude is hitting on your muse and Carson (owner/bartender) steps in to make him knock it off

"Hey man I'm pretty sure I overheard her tell you she isn't interested so how about you leave her alone?" Carson called out when he noticed one of his female customers being harrassed by someone who wasn't taking no for an answer. When this obnoxious dude told him to mind his business, that just pissed Carson off even more. "Well considering this is my bar it's very much my business. So back off before I get my guys to toss you outta here for good." With a stern look Carson didn't move away from his spot in front of the woman until the guy finally walked away back to his friends. He watched him for a few seconds before turning his attention to the woman. "Hey you okay, sorry about that. No one should have to deal with that annoying behavior. Can I get you a drink or something to make up for it, on the house."

[dimxnd-assistant]

"Look... thanks for bringing me out for drinks but I'm just not feeling this club. Feel like I'm out of touch with social stuff and dating."

[bunni-v1]

how do you think lighter would handle the reader after learning it is going to be their first time aka a virgin reader x lighter

Lighter and Virgin!Reader

🍓Yayay! I wanted to really take my time to write this one, so sorry that I didn't get it out super quick. Wrote it while listening to Christmas music btw, probably gonna write smth smutty for Christmas now. I've never written full-on smut outside of an RP setting so... apolocheese if this is cringe. You can throw tomatoes at me, I will eat them like the rodent I am.

Minors DNI

TW: NSFW; First time!; sickeningly sweet lighter; grammar errors probably lol (I promise I edit my stuff).

Info: Lighter x Reader; Nsfw; Fluffy; no pronouns but reader is fem bodied

Lighter is, and always has been, a rather simple man. While he loves you and respects you more than anything in the world, he too has thoughts that any man might have. It was only natural that he found you... mmm... titillating. You were his partner after all, and you were very good-looking if you asked him.

So many times he's found you on his lap, or beneath him whichever comes easiest at the time, drowning in your sweet lips. His hands wandered over your clothed sides, desperate for a taste of the real thing. He was addicted to you, and sweet candies couldn't placate him this time. It was heavenly having you in his grasp, so very close to everything he'd been dreaming about.

The only issue was that you always seemed to have some excuse to push him away. He'd fisted his cock one too many times alone in his room after another failed encounter, and he just didn't get it. You always seemed so eager, so pliant, right up until he slid his hands below your shirt.

The second his fingers made contact with the soft, oh-so-tempting skin there you would jump like he'd burned you. Then you'd push his eager hands down and come up with some lame reason to leave. He understood that maybe you weren't ready, that was okay, but didn't you feel safe enough to tell him? No, surely something else was going on. He could tell, there was something else that was holding you back, and he was going to figure it out.

Tonight would be the perfect chance to do just that. The girls were busy doing their own thing at the bar, leaving him with all the free time in the world to be alone with you. As usual, he had you on his lap, mouths working against each other. His tongue pressed into yours, happily exploring its space as he swallowed up your whimpers and whines.

Fingers press into your thighs like a vice, desperate for all the skin they can get their hands on. As you wind your fingers into his hair, he takes it as his sign to slide his hands up to your hips, slowly pressing you down into him. You jolt a little in his grasp, drawing a low chuckle from the back of his throat. So cute.

You pull back from him, a thin string of saliva keeping you connected, eyes wide and face flushed. Your chest heaves with effort, and your hair is an absolute disaster. It makes his cock twitch in his jeans, another gasp falling from your pretty swollen lips at the sensation.

"Lighter..." You say breathlessly, and he knows its meant to be a scolding remark, but he just finds it too cute.

He cocks his head to the side, "What? Too much to handle?"

You give him an eye roll that is all too endearing, trying and failing to straighten out your messy hair, "It's getting late, I should probably head to mine soon."

His smile falls from his face, disappointed again, like clockwork. He can't even find it in himself to hide it anymore, which makes you frown too. You press a kiss on his cheek, apologetically, "What's wrong? Why is my champion pouting?"

The pet name is almost enough to get him to forget everything, but then you shift on his lap a little and his hard-on screams at him to at least get some kind of answer. So he sighs, patting the meat of your thigh almost sadly, "Why do you always do that?"

You raise an eyebrow, which he mirrors. You know better than to play dumb, Lighter can see right through the schtick. Your demeanor cracks first, and you seem genuinely nervous as you respond, "I don't know..."

"Listen, baby. If you're not ready all you gotta do is tell me--" He tries to soothe you, because he doesn't want you to be upset. There was no shame in just not being ready, but you cut him off before he can finish his reassurances.

"No, it's not-" A grumble leaves your chest, "I want to, I really do I just... I get nervous."

It's his turn to raise an eyebrow at you, sunglasses slanting down his nose as he tilts his head curiously, "What's there to be nervous about...?"

You fluster, looking anywhere your eyes can find that wasn't him. You were awfully cute when you were embarrassed, but he couldn't let himself get distracted. With the gentlest touch to your chin, he refocuses your attention on him. A reassuring smile on his face, urging you without words to tell him what was wrong.

Some kind of war goes on behind your pretty little eyes, and he has to tap your lip with his thumb to center you again. You pout against the finger, and it takes everything in him not to push it up and into your mouth. Finally, after what seemed like ages of waiting, you give another sigh. "I'm... a virgin."

"Oh," he says, automated like a robot. It takes his brain a moment to click the gears together, but once they do, he nods. Oh. That makes so much sense.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, pressing off his chest to get up, but he tugs you back into his lap. Giving you a reassuring squeeze, praying to whatever there was out there for you to give him a moment to collect his thoughts.

It really isn't a big deal to him, not at all. He'd taken people's virginity before - former partners he doesn't even remember the names of - but you. Getting to be your first? It felt like the world had both blessed and cursed him at the same time. You didn't have a good frame of reference, which was great. He'd be the best partner you've had. Yet... he'd also be the only partner you've had, and that was a lot of pressure to put on a guy like him.

"Lighter?" You squeak out, face all nervous and cute in a way that just drives him wild.

A huff leaves him before he can think better of it, causing you to frown a little. His arms wrap around your middle, tugging you closer to him, "That's all? Here you had me thinking you weren't attracted to me all of a sudden."

The response takes you off guard, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Had you genuinely thought that would be a turn-off for him? What do you take him for, some prude? "I- I mean, you know... I don't have any experience, and I figured since... since you had it would just-"

He hushes you, trying his best not to laugh at how ridiculous the thought is. Most guys would leap to be in his shoes, it was a loser's wet dream to take some innocent angel like you and ruin you. Not Lighter, though. Despite how many times he'd fucked his hand thinking about your pretty little body, he would make sure your first time was perfect. He really needed it to be perfect.

"I don't care about that, baby." There's a teasing lilt in his tone that sends shockwaves down your spine, "I just want you to be happy."

It was your turn to be dumbfounded, staring at him like he had spoken forbidden texts in tongues you didn't understand. He tilts your head with the hand still holding your chin, and it's incredibly sexy the way his sunglasses dip a little so you can see the genuineness in his eyes.

"Would it make you happy if I took your virginity?" You give a slow, dumb nod, and he presses closer, "Do you wanna try tonight?"

Lighter watches with thinly veiled amusement as the pieces slip into place for you, face so warm he could feel it at this distance. You seem to have stalled a bit, so he gives you an award-winning smile and taps your lips to remind you to use them.

"Yes. Please." You blurt out, and it's so incredibly unsexy and awkward, but he still bites his lip like you were sex incarnate.

He gives you all but three seconds to admire the (so, so incredibly hot) look on his face before he's picking you up with no effort, hands wrapped under the swell of your ass like they were made to be there. You cling to his shoulders like a lifeline, and his cock strains in his stupidly tight jeans as he imagines you doing so without the jacket between your skin.

"Where are we going?" You ask, voice uneasy.

He smirks at you, "You didn't seriously think I was gonna let your first time be on some dingy outdoor couch, did you?"

You're silent all the way to his quarters after that, warm face buried into the crook of his shoulder. He can feel how nervous you are in the shaky breaths you let puff out onto his neck. He gives your butt a reassuring pat, which only makes you burrow yourself further into his neck.

He doesn't get to see your face again until he carefully lies you on his bed, and he's glad for it too. The nervous shimmer in your eyes would've been enough for him to bend you over any surface in a heartbeat. Your teeth nibble awkwardly on your swollen bottom lip, and he resists the urge to take it in between his own, instead busying his hands with shrugging off his jacket so he doesn't do exactly that.

You look near terrified when he climbs on top of you, so leans down to kiss your forehead, and in the gentlest voice he can muster whispers, "We'll go slow, but we gotta take our clothes off if we wanna do anything, m'kay?"

You give him a slow nod, slowly drifting your eyes down to his tight-fitting t-shirt. Once you seem to calm a little, he leans down and starts right where you left off. Capturing your lips in a soft kiss, slowly easing back into the passion from earlier. His hips press into yours, but they remain still against your heat. He would let you decide when you were ready for that again.

His hands eagerly slid around your thighs, squeezing the fat between his fingers and sighing as they sank against his touch. Always so malleable, it was addictive, but he couldn't get ahead of himself. This was all about you, after all.

Slowly, he inched his digits up to the edge of your shirt, pooling the fabric between them. You give a little jolt, pressing against his crotch a little harder than he expected drawing a hiss from between his teeth. He rubs his nose against yours, "Can we get rid of your shirt?"

Another slow, unsure nod, and he's easing you up just enough that he can tug the offending fabric up and out of the way. (No bra, thank god, he sucks at removing them.) The sight it reveals better than Lighter could've begun to imagine. Your chest rises and falls with your breath, mesmerizing him. You give him an unsure smile, nodding your head along with it, and he thinks he might genuinely die tonight.

He does not suddenly go into cardiac arrest, so instead his hands glide over your stomach, and it's everything he dreamed of and more. The skin is like heaven beneath his calloused fingertips, and the light whimpers and whines you give him are honey in his ears. You shift with every touch, jerking away and then easing into his touch. Unsure, but oh so willing and wanting.

He maps out each inch of your skin like he might lose his way exploring it, tracing all the way to the final destination of your chest. Your nipples are hard already in combination with his touching and the cold air around you. He gives you one last look, one last chance to tell him no, and then he runs his thumb over the tops of them.

The sound you make is delicious, something between a moan and a strangled choking noise -- almost confused at the pleasure you are feeling. He rolls them in his fingers a few times, watching your face intently as he does so. Your confused moans melt into sighs of contentment, so he decides to try his luck with his mouth. With your head rolled back, he ensures you can feel his breath before he presses his tongue to your skin.

You shoot up, gasping in surprise, but you don't make any move to push him away. No, instead you rake your fingers through his hair, pushing his shaggy bangs back so you can really look at him. Those emerald eyes lock with yours, making a show of slowly kissing his way back up to your chest. Along the contours of your collarbones, between the valley of your breasts, and finally right down to your perky bud.

Lighter takes a moment to really appreciate just how nice it looks up close, rather than through the fabric of your tank tops. Just the perfect size for sucking on, he thinks right before he engulfs the needy thing in his mouth. You throw your head back, chest hefting with your cry of "Fuck, Lighter."

He hums, only making it so much worse for you, the vibrations sending a shock through your body that makes you twist your hips just right. He takes his sweet time with your breasts, alternating between the two until you're a messy puddle below him. He hadn't even gotten past the waistband of your pants yet, and you were already so far gone. It was an ego booster, to say the least.

His free hand draws its way down your stomach, stopping at the edge of your pants. They dance their way along your abdomen, just itching to be let in, but not willing to disrespect your boundaries. Lucky for him, they don't have to wait long, and your own join him and carefully aid him in their removal.

It's then that he finally gives your chest a break, pulling back to tug your pants down your legs. Giving himself the time to finally admire you. He'd left... more than a few purple marks along your chest, all of which he thinks look incredibly nice in the light of the moon. His eyes trace their way down your stomach, just like his hands had, and land on the underwear you still had on.

They weren't particularly cutesy or sexy, but on you, it was the hottest thing he'd seen in years. They had a sizable wet spot in the middle, right where he wanted- no, needed to be. The only thing standing between him and tasting you was that thin piece of fabric.

A tug at the hem of his shirt draws him out of his daze, meeting eyes with your cute, nervous ones. It takes him a second to realize you wanted his shirt off, but once he gets the message, he wastes no time in shrugging it to the ground. Following it with his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

Your eyes trace their way along his figure, over his shoulders, across his stomach, and settle shyly on the outline of his dick. It only occurs to him then that you might find him just as attractive as he finds you. With eyes blown wide and distracted as you drink him all in, it's hard to avoid how much you're admiring the view right now.

He has the decency to act embarrassed, despite how he was practically drooling all over you just a few moments ago. He shivers when you reach up and trace your fingers over a scar, breath catching in his throat. "They're so pretty," you mutter, completely unaware that you had said that out loud. It could honestly make him cry. The way you look at him like he's some kind of art piece. So much love and admiration in your eyes. He can't handle it for long, even though you seem to be content just admiring his scars.

He grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers together as he presses you back into the mattress. You let out a huff as he pressed his forehead to yours, pouting now that he had interrupted your show. He gives you a few apologetic kisses, smiling at your pouting.

"Are you sure you wanna keep going, we can stop now if you want," he whispers, soft and gentle.

You nod, confident this time, "I'm ready. I wanna do this with you, Lighter. Not anyone else."

That makes his heart swell, sending the feeling right down to his dick, throbbing and reminding him he needs to prepare you. He wasn't usually one to brag, but he knew he was big, and it would be a tough take for your first time. If he wanted you to enjoy it, he'd have to take care to loosen you up first.

"Okay," he hums, reaching over to grab the lube and condoms from his nightstand, setting them nearby for when he needs it, "I'm gonna have to loosen you up first, and it's gonna hurt. You sure you can take it?"

He feels your muscles contract as he trails gentle, feather-light pecks along the edge of your underwear. "You'll take care of me, just like you always do..." Ah, you were gonna be the death of him tonight, he just knows it.

He hooks his fingers over the sides of your underwear, carefully tugging them down your legs like unwrapping a present he didn't want to ruin. What a gift he received as he threw the useless fabric to the floor, your pretty little cunt already drooling for him.

"God..." He mutters out, enchanted at the very sight. He adjusts his position one last time, making sure he is perfectly positioned in front of your gorgeous pussy. The view is something straight out of a porno, Lighter's messy hair shadowing his eyes as they stare into your very being, big hands gripping at your thighs -- like he was readying himself to consume you whole.

"You ready, baby?" He asks one last time, though it's painfully hard to do so now that he was literally right where he wanted to be, "Cause if you're not you better say so now, I don't think I could stop myself once I start, angel."

You give him the slowest nod known to man, followed by a timid little 'yes' and he's gone. His strong arms wrap under and rest atop your thighs, carefully pulling your folds apart to reveal the shining pearl he'd been dreaming of. Involuntarily he huffs out a hot breath, causing you to squirm a little in his grasp, and then he leans down and kisses your clit.

You jolt at the new sensation, another awkward breathy moan leaving your lips. He pulls back to give you a second, watching your expressions and committing them all to mind, and then he licks his lips and leans down for another wet kiss against your neglected bud. Then another, and another, and another, and at some point his tongue joins the barrage but you have no idea when. Too caught up in how good he's making you feel. So much better than your own fingers.

Lighter is in heaven, completely surrounded by nothing but you. Your little sighs, your skin, your sweet smell, and of course your juices dripping down his chin. You tasted so amazing, better than all the candies he ate. He swallowed you like a man starved, arguably more desperate for your pleasure than you were. Your little whines of his name only fueled him to suck on the little bud like a sweet treat, humming at the taste.

He wondered how many more moans he could get out of you if he added a finger... He had to stretch you out anyway, seems like now was better a time than any. One hand unwound itself from under your leg, snaking along the sheets right up under your bum.

Without taking his eyes or mouth off you he gently traces around your hole with his middle and index. Your hips grind up into his mouth, and he feels the way you clench against his fingertips. A smile grows on his face, god you were adorable, weren't you? He presses the tip of his finger into your heat, and you squeeze around it sucking him in like nothing.

"Shit..." He groans against you, the grumble going right through your nerves drawing a delicious moan out of you. He slowly pumps his finger at the same pace as his tongue, when it rolls across your clit, the finger presses up into you again. The white, hot pleasure that curls up your spine and through your body makes you arch your back. If he kept it up like this, you would cum faster than you ever had before.

Unfortunately, he pulls back and you whine like a needy child. He presses his thumb to your clit instead of his mouth as compensation, rolling in sweet little circles. Not nearly as pleasurable, but still enough to make your head spin, especially when you watch him press his cheek to your thigh to watch his own ministrations.

He is mesmerized by the way your hips jerk into his touch, his finger disappearing and reappearing over and over awfully stimulating for his relatively blank mind. His eyes lazily roll up to yours, smirking when he sees you watching him with lidded ones. "You like it, baby?"

You mutter an incoherent sound of approval, head falling back to the pillows, but that doesn't do it for him. He grabs your face with his free hand, focusing your expression on him yet again. As he does so, he eases a second finger in and you let out the most sinful moan of his name he's ever heard. He presses a kiss against your inner thigh, encouraging you to keep making those pretty noises.

He keeps on watching you, eyes having trouble focusing on both your face and your messy cunt. They're both such a good show, how could he be expected to pick which one was better. All the while he was sucking marks into your inner thigh, adding to the growing coil below your naval.

It was all too much for your poor little untouched body. His eyes watching you so carefully, the sting of his teeth on your thighs, his calloused thumb rubbing delightfully perfect circles against your swollen clit. You couldn't even think about anything other than how nice his fingers felt with circular motions right against that spot that your fingers could never reach.

"Lighter..." Your voice is so much more airy than you thought it would be, "I'm-"

He hums, understanding you without you needing to say anything at all. He removes himself from your thigh, climbing over to press his forehead against yours without stopping his movements. He wanted to see the face you made when you cum clearly. Wanted to have it etched into every corner of his brain so he could never dream of forgetting it.

"Go on then, I've got you," He encourages, and that's all it takes for the tight ball in your stomach to burst, and the flood of pleasure to take its place. You spasm around his fingers, juices coating them and dripping down his wrist. It's a beautiful thing to Lighter, watching the way your face scrunches up and then melts into pure pleasure. That was a face he could never forget, not in a million lifetimes.

He keeps his fingers moving at a slow and steady pace, easing you back down from your high. Only pull them out when you stop clenching around them, sucking your essence clean from them with a groan of satisfaction. "Delicious," He whispers, easing you back into the sheets, limbs soft and limp with the pleasant aftershocks of your orgasm.

Lighter is still there above you, watching with all the admiration in the world as your gaze refocuses on him. It's an infectious look that you subconsciously mirror, cradling his face in the palm of your hand.

"Feel good?" He asks, playing with a loose strand of your hair.

You nod, pressing a kiss to his nose, "Wonderful, actually. I don't know what I was so scared of."

He chuckles deep and warmly from the back of his throat, "I'm glad."

He presses gentle kisses across your cheek, nosing along your jaw and following with soft presses into the sensitive skin. You scratch his scalp appreciatively, more than happy to accept the affections.

"You wanna call it there?" He murmurs against your throat, hot breath leaving goosebumps in its wake, "Don't wanna push you too far."

You shake your head, frowning down at him, "No, no. I wanna keep going. It's not fair of me to leave you like... that." You gesture to his still rock-hard dick pressed against your thigh.

He comes back up to look at you, caressing your face with utmost care, "Don't worry about me, I can live without getting off."

"I know," you giggle, and it's such a sweet sound to him, "I want to, Lighter. I want you. Please indulge me just a little longer?"

He really can't argue with that, not with how you're smiling at him. "Alright," He sits up, grabs the condoms, and rips the box open with practiced ease, "but it's not gonna feel good to start."

"I know," You answer, sitting up to watch him slide his boxers down. His cock springs out, tip an angry red and bleeding precum down the shaft. It was an incredibly hot sight to see him slide the condom over himself, his muscles flexing from the much-needed attention. "I definitely know."

He smirks, settling between your legs again as he picks up the lube this time. "Enjoying the view?"

"Too much," you respond, enraptured as he tugs along his member a few times, shuddering at the sensation.

He takes the time to adjust you beneath him, tugging your hips up in an angled position. The manhandling is surprisingly hot, and your heart skips a beat when he grabs at your thigh more roughly than you're used to.

"I hope I can keep you satisfied," he muses, lining himself up with your pussy.

He runs the tip against your clit a few times, spreading a mixture of lube and your cum around, hissing to himself at the feeling. He wasn't even inside and he was already needing more of you, god what did you do to him?

He presses the tip against your weeping hole, hot and desperate against him. It fluttered in anticipation, feeling far too empty knowing what his fingers felt like. It had you praying to know what his cock felt like fully pressed inside. Surely it would fill you up even better.

His emerald green eyes come down to stare into yours, an intensity you've only ever seen from him in fights burning behind them. "Ready?"

You take a deep breath and then nod as assuredly as you can. You had no idea what you were getting into, but as the tip slowly sunk into you, you felt lightheaded. The sting was deep, drawing a hiss of pain out of you, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. He wasn't lying when he said it would hurt, but this was way worse than you expected.

He leans down, locking his fingers with yours and pressing loving kisses along your cheeks. His hair tickles your skin and it does wonders in distracting you from the burn of his stretching you. That was just the tip. If you couldn't handle that, how could you take the rest of him?

Lighter doesn't let you worry about it, rubbing his thumbs into your hips. Muttering sweet nothings into your sweaty skin, worshipping you like a god. Like you were his whole world. In his pleasure-fueled haze, that was more truth than it was fiction.

For every stinging inch, Lighter muttered praises and peppered a thousand more kisses across your burning skin. This was the most full you'd ever felt, and the more he pushed inside the more you wanted. He stuffed himself in to the hilt, stopping fully when his hips were pressed flush against yours. You shuddered at the sensation of his tip kissing your cervix. When he said he was big he meant it, and it was everything you wanted and more.

His rough hands slide gently along your sides, coaxing you to just look at him. Your glazed eyes slide over to his face, and you smile dumbly at his expression. His face is red, brows furrowed in concentrated effort and eyes clouded in lust. "You okay? Still hurt?"

You shake your head, chest rising and falling with more effort than you were used to. "It feels good. I like it."

He swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Fuck, he just can't stand it. You were so tight and warm, sucking him in like he was your last meal. He could feel your pussy clench around him suddenly, and he had to bury his face into your neck to stop himself from moaning out loud.

Who could've imagined a few years without sex would make him so weak. Maybe it was actually just you that made him like this. He couldn't possibly imagine any pussy better than yours, it felt like it was molded perfectly just for him. The thought occurs to him, like a stroke of genius, that this was his pussy and it was molded to him. Now that you let him fuck you once, he could do it again and again and again whenever either of you liked.

He liked that idea a lot more than he probably should, his cock twitching a little at the prospect. You squeeze back and he does moan this time, deep and throaty into your neck. It's quite the sound from such a big guy, making your skin tingle excitedly. You had been the reason for it, after all, it was flattering.

"Lighter?" You say, startling him. He looks up at you from his spot against your shoulder, "Can you move? I'm too full with you just sitting there."

He blinks at you, taking in your words carefully and digesting them. Yeah, you were gonna kill him tonight. You had no fucking clue what you were doing to him.

"Whatever you want," He mumbles out, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek, before slowly pulling out.

You groan out in tandem, the drag of his cock and a squeeze of your walls more pleasurable than you'd imagined. Then he pushes back in at the same pace and you shudder in his arms. He keeps the pace slow and easy, still able to remember that he wanted to be gentle despite how much he wished to be anything but. First time, he echoed in his head, take it easy Lighter.

Each drag of his cock against your plush warm insides has you gasping out, desperate for more and more. He watches you with an intensity to rival his excitement during a fight, taking in each detail with careful consideration. The way your brows scrunch up when he brushes that gummy spot with his tip, and how your teeth tug on your lips, and the way your eyelashes flutter when his hips lay flush into yours.

Lighter never considered himself an artist, but damn if you weren't his greatest masterpiece like this. You open your eyes and finally look at him, and the intensity in his gaze has you shying away into your palms. He can't have that, he wanted to look, so he grabbed your wrists and set them on his shoulders. They curl into the skin, crescent-shaped marks sure to form in the morning.

You still try to evade his gaze, so he follows with his own face, leaning forward. "Don't hide," he coos, his hands moving your hips with his upper body so he's fully leaning over you now, the new position allowing him to not only look at you but hit much deeper than before. "Lemme see yer pretty face."

A wanton moan is ripped from your throat as he picks up his pace, and you finally look at him when he grabs at your chin. His hair is stuck to his sweaty forehead, breathing heavily as he keeps up the new speed he's set. The wild look in his eyes is enough to make you clench and get to watch in real-time the effect it has on him. Swallowing hard as his eyebrows come together in pleasured surprise.

You were making it so, so hard on him, really you were. Each reaction you had made it so much more difficult to keep himself together. When you clench around him again he lets out a sound between a sigh and a squeak. Your fingers are running along the nape of his neck and through his hair, and it's nearly got him choking on air.

You're no better, hardly even coherent as his hips continue pistoning in and out of you at such consistent pacing. The wet slapping of skin on skin is the only thing you can focus on, everything else is too much for your muddled brain to understand.

The hand that isn't keeping your eyes on him comes down to massage your clit again, fingers splayed across your abdomen to feel himself through your skin while his thumb takes care of you. He was close, and he could tell you were too. Your moans getting more and more desperate, and the squeezing you gave him more and more desperate to keep him moving.

He didn't have it in himself to say anything coherent, so instead he settled on kissing you. Sloppy and uncoordinated and more teeth than anything else, but he still kissed you. Swallowing up every moan like a man starved.

His pace grows sloppy as he chases your highs, both of you moaning unabashedly loudly. He would hear from Lucy in the morning, he was sure of it, but that didn't matter too much to him now. Not when he felt you come undone around him. Your whole body tensed, desperate little cunt squeezing him in a vice grip and moans so delicious that he couldn't help but follow your lead.

He gives one last harsh thrust, and then he unloads into the condom. He thinks for a moment that he wishes it wasn't there but focuses instead on sucking at the juncture of your neck. You writhe under him, fingers raking down his back harsh enough to leave red lines in his skin.

It was better than he had expected it to feel, that was for certain. Even as he calmed down and came back to reality, there were little sparks of pleasure ringing through his body. He kissed his way over the marks he'd left on your body, waiting patiently for you to calm down before he pulled out.

Both of you let out sounds of complaint at the loss, but he knew that he couldn't stay inside you forever (no matter how nice that sounded). He smiled warmly down at you, caressing your face with such gentleness it could make you cry. "You alright...?"

You nod, brushing the hair out of his face so you can look at him properly, "This is probably the best I've ever felt in my whole life."

That gets him to laugh, pressing his forehead against yours, "I'm glad I could be of service."

"Did you-" You start, but he doesn't let you finish before he responds.

"Yes. I did enjoy myself, very much, baby." He hums, washing away any insecurities you could've had with ease.

He eases you up into a sitting position with him, holding you there until he is sure you will stay like that by yourself. Then, he stands and digs around his dresser for a towel to wipe you down with. You take the time to admire how nice his ass is out of those skinny jeans, humming to yourself at the sight.

When he rejoins you on the bed, you smirk at him, "Your ass is nice."

"Yeah," he huffs out a laugh, "Yours ain't all that bad either."

You let him do what he needs to, wiping you of sweat and any fluids that might become uncomfortable after a while. Then he does the same for himself, and the show is rather nice. When he finishes cleaning the both of you up, he crawls into bed and pulls you to his chest.

You take your chance to trace over the scars again, admiring just how pretty his marred skin is. He doesn't say a word, and you have the understanding not to make verbal comments now. The warmth of his chest combined with the pleasant ache in your limbs was enough to lull you to sleep.

The last thing you hear is Lighter mumble a quiet, "I love you." Though you don't respond, you know he knows you feel the same way.

[brokerplushsg]

Screw it, here is the list of all the Block Tales Parody accounts that I know of currently.

So for those not in the unofficial Block Tales Tumblr parody discord server run by @redzania, I have been accounting for every Block Tales Parody Askblogs on this site and today because why not, I've decided to post the list of all the Block Tales Parodies me and the server had been able to find so far. (I belive we got most of em so if ur Parody is not on here, pls tell me!)

Reblog this list if ya wish to help promote le fellow Parodies and maybe even drop a few asks into some! :D Especially ones that are New and have Low traction to help them actually appear in the search bar as well as general interactions too :D

Tbh it would also be wonderful if this inspires you to make parodies of your own, especially for characters with no parodies yet lol /nf

Should note a disclaimer that all the notes written for le ask blogs are not 100% accurate as even tho I am the unofficial accountant, I am not an algorithm or any kind of robot in general and thus not looking and recording every blog 24/7 so it might not be the most accurate- 😭

If u want me to update or change something, lmk! :D

Anyways, here is all the Parodies mentioned below! :D

PS: skim through the screenshots above for more info before exploring and dear mods/muns, sorry for le notification lol

Caves:

Supreme Ant

@the-best-queen

Roadtown:

Accountant Jim

@accountantjim

Mount Blackrock:

Banished Knight

@the-banished-knight

@thelonelyblackrockknight

Blackrock Castle:

Knight

@most-loyal-knight

Kitchen Chef

@blackrockskitchenchef

Cruel King

@my-cold-personal-tragedy

@blackrocks-king

@artic-king

Rugged Rainforest:

Venom Wizard

@our-forest-willrise

Turipolis:

Mayor Thaniyel

@mayor-of-turitopulis

@mayor-thaniyel

@askvenomswapthaniyel

Sacred Hollow:

Woodsman

@askwoodsman33

Greifer (All 9 of y'all should group up and form the sickest gang ever)

@mayors-son

@w0rlds-c00l3st-gr13f3r

@th3-gr13f3r

@ask-mayorau-brad

@asktoxicgriefer

@bloodied-gardens

@gr1ef3r-ask-blog

@gr13f3rpwnzn00bs

@aftermath-grief

Telamon's Manor:

Hax

@hax0r-gh05t-xd

Dream World:F'Ella

@Funk-Faction

Your Bombing Pal

@your-bombing-pal

Greed

@tixhoarder

Solitude

@solitairefrom-blocktales

@theembodimentofisolation

Fear

@fearfulpurple

@benevolentindigo

@anonymous-hyacinth

Hatred (For the literal embodiments of hatred, Yall are all so nice 😭)

@the-scourge-of-everyone

@ask-builderman

@ask-hatred-and-guilt

@hatenfelidae

@buildingabetterfuture

Reoccurring:

Red Noob

@knightlyredtwin

Blue Noob

@knightlybluetwin

Noobador

@numberoneuncle

Kyoko

@kyoko-the-adventurer

Jerry

@jerryfromblocktales

Conductor Noob

@conductornoob

Purple Noob

@purpleswordslashes

Green Noob

@poisonous-green-mace

@greenbeingmean

Others:

Players

@tutorialterryanduhhhummm

@undertaleknockoff

@collectorofswords

@averagemoth

@waitin4more

@purpleishmedication

OCs

@celestrpblog

@that-greenie-guy

@theewanderingwizard

@seethewe

@mintyshinigami

AU worlds

@plushandthewildones

@theblocktaleroleplay

Crossovers

@reddheirwinginquries

@the-doctorsoffice

@angelicallyresurrecting (Ngl idk if you are even a rp askblog so sorry if u ain't 😭)

Alright, some of yall may be asking why I have decided to do all of this labor; Well, like I said, I wanted to introduce others to RP blogs to increase interactions and awareness that these accounts all exists lol, and to reassure le mods that they aren't the only ones in the Parody Block Tales Tumblr Multiverse™, so yeah, shoutout to everyone here, and know that you are seen. :)

[Also, here is BUX for reaching all the way to the end!]

[torturedfujoshidepartment]

Kink list for the eltingville club

(Epilogue!)

Cw: heavy, HEAVY kinks on Petes. He’s fucking grossss (dubcon, blood play, drugs etc etc)

Rating: NSFT

Bill⚠️

⚠️he’s topdom, like he has to be on top (on a VERYYYYY rare occasion he’ll bottom)

⚠️likes bondage he sucks at tying knots tho

⚠️HEAVY on the impact play

⚠️will probably go far enough to punch you

⚠️he’s a weird, would probably be delighted if you jacked him off using your foot (ion my haters ain’t gonna like this!)

⚠️everything is a challenge to him. That includes sex, so there’s alot of play fighting involved

⚠️he won’t admit out loud, but he likes pressing on his bruises

⚠️chronic underwear/panty stealer

⚠️into creep shots

⚠️will ask you to cosplay his favourite characters for him while y’all fuck

Josh🏷️

🏷️he’s bottomdom

🏷️lovessss dry humping, if you sit on his lap and do it when he’s trying to write he’ll love it

🏷️pull his hair. DO IT

🏷️he’s strangely strong. Will manhandle you when he gets into his moods

🏷️sizekink. That is all

🏷️if you’re shorter than him be prepared to be used as a human fleshlight good lord

🏷️cock warming

🏷️dollification. If you let him dress you up and make you sit pretty in your lap he’ll get rock hard

🏷️kinda related to that, free use

🏷️talked about it to you before hand and if you’re down he’s definitely down

Jerry✨

✨he’s a powerbottom

✨Jerry is a soft spoken guy, but if you push the right buttons he’ll have you whining for hours

✨ also very into cosplay sex. mainly fantasy stuff, where you’re a elf prince/princess and he’s human hero

✨you probably stumbled upon his crossdressing porn stash

✨if you indulge in it with him he’ll be elated

✨really, really, realllyyyy likes thigh highs and socks. May or may not have been caught …using them to pleasure himself

✨audio porn, if u find out about what he listens to (femdom x msub succubus rp) bully him about it…

✨oh yeah he kinda likes being teased/bullied (only by you)

✨big oral fixation, chews on pens and his fingers a lot

✨if you offer your chest for him to suck on he gets all subby

✨yes he’s into that, he’s into calling you mommy. Kill me!!!!

✨he gets embarrassed when he gets more dominant, it’s kinda like a 360 in personality

Pete🩸

🩸domtop. Full stop

🩸into necro, blood, gore. we know that, we all do…

🩸I think based on how he was raised (men are in charge of the house, men provide yadda yadda) he probably has a misogyny kink if you can even call it that

🩸will cut you, not just little baby cuts but ones that probably need medical attention

🩸period sex. DING!!!

🩸daddy/sir kink. We gotta kill this guy!!!!

🩸he’s really gross!!! He’s into sweat too

🩸public sex. fucking in a dark empty parking lot or in the bathroom bar happens alot

🩸drunk/high sex, he likes to manhandle you that way

🩸BREEDING KINK

🩸is it cuz he wants to knock you up so everyone knows you belong to him? Maybe! Or it’s cuz he knows he’ll get “epic milkies”? Yeah. That one.

🩸petplay. Will call you puppy and pup

[indicresources]

*.:｡❤︎ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 — 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝

i recently switched to google sites and it's a dream to use so i decided to share this template with you guys! this is a multimuse rp template with three different navigation bars & four different muse list options. it has an extensive muse page with space for a bio, links & stats (all optional and customizable). i worked pretty hard on it so i hope you all enjoy using it as much as i do! ♡

do not remove the credit at the bottom of the pages or claim as your own.

reblog when using. liking is also appreciated!

feel free to change the template as much as you like. you don't need coding skills!

to use the template, click "⋮" next to the file you see in the link below and select "make a copy". that's it! you can now find it on your own google sites and google drive overview.

tip: make sure to check your result on your desktop and your phone!

any questions? feel free to ask! mwah!

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