#she-hulk roleplay

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hello! I'm (22) looking for folks to write Marvel OC x canon ship doubles with! I've written as a lot of characters and I'm willing to try new ones! Some of my faves to write as are Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Peter Quill and Adam Warlock. In return I'm hoping to find someone that can write Makkari, Gamora or Jen Walters/She-Hulk (but I'm open to others if you don't like any of them).

If you're interested, are 18+ and write on Discord, leave a note and I'll contact you!

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[medjedrpresources]

Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk RP Icons

In this ZIP file, you'll find 204 icons of Tatiana Maslany as Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. These icons are all 100x100, and were cropped from promo images and screenshots for She-Hulk: Attorney at Law.

Feel free to edit as you see fit, just don't claim as your own.

Download: Here!

[madworldmarvel]

WE NEED A SHE-HULK! AND MORE...

MARVELOUS MAD WORLD, an inclusive Marvel Discord Roleplay, is currently seeking the following characters [ & more - don't be afraid to ask us anything!]

A-Wild

Brawn/Totally Awesome Hulk

Miss America

Wiccan

Iceman

Caliban

Callisto

Stature

Professor X

Talkback/Chasehawk

Hawkeye

Prodigy

The Destroyer

The Patriot

Negasonic Warhead

White Queen

Synch

Kamala Khan

Blob

Arsenic

Groot

Strong Guy

Iron Patriot

Multiple Man

Mastermind

Chamber

Jubilee

Rictor

Ms. Marvel

Lucy in the Sky

Hawkeye

M'Baku

Mantis

Ultimate Spider-Man

Princess Powerful

Wasp

Cable

The Gloom/Sister Grimm

Rescue

Quicksilver

AND ANYONE ELSE that speaks to your heart or is a character you'd love to highlight -

We encourage you to bring us who YOU'RE passionate about!

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[imheretocheer]

Why do you wear no shoes as the Hulk? I am just very curious,,,

well anon, there are many reasons! bring barefoot is one of my favorite things about being hulked out, here's why (NO f00t f3tish PEOPLE ALLOWED)

1. the original hulk doesn't wear shoes duh

2. being barefoot helps me feel more relaxed because shoes are very uncomfortable for me

3. my feet are super powerful and my toes are too, they can stomp people and grip stuff well, which gives me more flexibility and power

4. there's no hulked sized shoes which is fine

5. the villains literally despise the smell when I'm hulked out for a while which turns them away 😆

6. i like to paint my toenails, it's very fun and makes people see me as a nice hero

7. it feels good to let my feet burst out of my shoes when I transform because I hate shoes so much

[live-laugh-levertfup]

Dragonclaws, Greyroll's and Greataxes, oh my!

[legonerddude]

she hulk smash…no she hulk swap! (Body swap rp)

I was just enjoying my day when I got kidnapped by a thug working for hydra he saw me and well I was knocked out cold. She hulk was enjoying her day when she saw a hydra agent of all things she thought they destroy hydra but some remained. She was going to help but well she felt a dart in her neck and passed out hard. The other hydra agent picked her up and took up both to a lab

When I woke on a lab table I was put under. Who am I, I'm William 20 years old. I saw she hulk of people. “Hello mam please can you get..” I shut up as I heard people coming she was out cold one person put a helmet on her and one on me. I was then punched and went back into my passed out state

I woke up to my body shaking me "kid wake up your me" I heard then screamed. I then passed out waking up "I had a terrible nightmare I wasn't in my body..." I said then saw my old body trying think of an idea "we swapped bodies!" | said feeling my boobs

[theladyavengerandothers]

"I'm sorry, would you like to say that again? I'm not sure if I heard you correctly...or if I want to hear you correctly."

[keemitthefeog]

literally you cant beat it. the bad kids, who have shown that they excel at real adventure and real combat, get to do a practical exam mixed with academics (which suits them fine bc even without the meta answering, adaine and riz are nerds), AND THEY BLOW IT OUT OF THE PARK!!

they do the best job anyone has ever done.

what made this episode so perfect, besides great gags, even better rolls, and tons of mini-maxi map work, was that it cemented that not only are these our protagonists, but the bad kids are Protagonists with a capital P.

they hear gavin say no one has lasted for the whole thing. they said bet. and they WON. they do everything that they do best. fig, gorgug, fabian, and riz do crazyyy damage, with brilliant support from adaine and kristen (who also do sick shit and great damage).

like the oracle she is adaine jumps in with dust mephits that go out with a bang, a portent crit for fig, scattering the players and gavin to exactly where they need to be.

figs spirit guardians whirling around her like a whole 'nother attack, accruing the biggest kill count of the exam, sticking to the skies on her daymare so nothing gets the drop on her friends or gavin.

riz has got the range and his eyes on all corners of the map, ready to take the shots that make or break all the effort they went to protecting the proctor.

fabian and the hangman danced across the arena, taking out the hydra before it even took a turn, stabbing out the umber hulk's eye, and besting the crab man.

gorgug stays in the same place like the tank he is, defending a one gateway making it so not a single enemy is able to advance past him or his friends, INCLUDING A PURPLE WORM.

and kristen, like a guardian angel, kept up bless the entire exam, saving the rolls of every person multiple times, healing them (cough fabian), and with the shards of her dead god she destroyed an army of skeletons and vanished a manticore whos going to try and better himself. and of course, ally's crazy roleplaying instincts let them catch the insane bit of sabotage.

its all love now.

[thewertsearch]

NEPETA: :33 < […] i know for a FACT that you are still f33ling b100 (h33h33) from losing aradia […] NEPETA: :33 < it may purrk you up to know that i had a dream about her during my last catnap! […] NEPETA: :33 < yes, she had these purrty wings and a splendid hood, i think she might have b33n cosplaying much like friska has b33n! […]

Derse is gone, so Nepeta presumably met Aradia in the Furthest Ring's dream bubbles.

Really, it's a bit of a no-brainer that Aradia would end up there. Her session's in tatters, and she's clearly not returning to the Veil, so where else can she even go?

NEPETA: :33 < she was so happy, just like she used to be, and she said she would s33 you soon!

Me: "Ok, maybe I'm being too much of a downer. If he's lucky, Equius might survive the coming-"

Aradia: "Equius is about to enter Homestuck's afterlife."

EQUIUS: D --> That's a nice thought, and thank you for sharing it EQUIUS: D --> But it was only a dream, and will surely have no consequence in reality […] NEPETA: :33 < are those f33lings i an detecting with my wiggly whiskery nose? EQUIUS: D --> Maybe NEPETA: :33 < then we must take this to the pile, scratching-posthaste!!! ;33

This is sweet, but in light of what I'm increasingly sure is about to happen, it's also a little heartbreaking.

These two never had much screentime together, and it's becoming increasingly obvious that they never will.

Honestly, this is kind of a look. I actually think she wears those glasses better than Equius himself.

EQUIUS: D --> :33 < The e%posed belly commands to be scratched […] NEPETA: :33 < D --> RAWR, HULKING BRUTE NO OBEY COMMAND, TOO STRONG FOR TOUCHY CUDDLY STUFF PURR USUAL! BPP EQUIUS: D --> :33 < The scruffy haired, saucer eyed smart alec takes issue with the tone of the girl currently posing as said hulking brute EQUIUS: D --> :33 < She/he wonders if he/she appurreciates that the pawerful nobleman currently meow%querading as her/him would be more than happy to accommeowdate said cuddly stuff, outrageous STRONGNESS purrmitting

Just tell her you're having fun, dude! Tell her how much she means to you, and how much you unironically enjoy your roleplay! It's the last chance you're ever going to get!

NEPETA: :33 < equius, dammit! why do you always have to make this so cerebral! […] NEPETA: :33 < […] you dont always have to announce who you are purrtending to be in every line! and you dont always have to point out that its just purrtend! […] EQUIUS: D --> I was having fun EQUIUS: D --> The line about the belly scratching was e%ceptionally playful, and I am to be commended EQUIUS: D --> You will commend me, I command it NEPETA: :33 < yes yes, ok youre right. that was really great! […] EQUIUS: D --> I think I'm out of material though EQUIUS: D --> I don't actually know that much about cats

How one can be Nepeta’s moirail for any length of time and still be ignorant about cats is a greater puzzle than twenty pen-pals combined.

[funtimeanimatronicsofficial]

“Hah… I’m not as good at it as you. You’ll teach me sometime, alright?”

Freddy, what are you doing on my stage?

@ghost-inthe-machine

"Making it look good, of course! Is it that difficult to grasp~?"

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hello! I'm (22) looking for folks to write Marvel OC x canon ship doubles with! I've written as a lot of characters and I'm willing to try new ones! Some of my faves to write as are Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Peter Quill and Adam Warlock. In return I'm hoping to find someone that can write Makkari, Gamora or Jen Walters/She-Hulk (but I'm open to others if you don't like any of them).

If you're interested, are 18+ and write on Discord, leave a note and I'll contact you!

.

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 95

Ia must admit, I am enjoying Marisha taking up the slack from Sam for the plugs. Oh, a perfume ad spood? Coool ... and it's ASHLEY?!!! Sweet. I mean she does have the SEXY VOICE in the bunch, so ... wow ... really going all out there, ain'tcha Ash? XD

Why is Matt turning into the announcer from The Running Man? That's ... something ...

Saucy? Yes indeed ... LOL

Laura: "Speaking of Bells Hells ... we weren't ..." XD

Yeah ... Aeor ... this is gonna be ... INTERESTING ...

I know! Fucking ASTRID!!! Total shocker! And also we got our boy, too ...

Why is Astrid suddenly FRENCH, Matthew?

A FUGITIVE? How so? I thought Essek was doing alright these days ... Occultus Thalamus? Huh?

"Beautiful purple man"? Dorian knows what's up, definitely ...

His "PARTNER"? Oh Essek ... O.O I mean that's ADORABLE ...way to go, Caleb ... :3

Oh, so there was like a proper OFFICIAL Armistice? That's pretty cool ... I mean I'm not THAT good at keeping track, but still ...

Upgrade? Hmmm ... ah, now then, Astrid, careful there ... you don't wanna mess with THIS piece of business right now ...

Group Persuasion check? Interesting ... Taliesin rolls a 2, but Ashton's "tempted to just threaten physically" ... XD

Good point ... what DID happen in Zadash?

Awww ... KITTY!!! :3

A terrible flaming bird? You mean like a phoenix?

The Genesis Ward?

"Farts are funny" ... okay ... Astrid: "I will treasure it always." Yeah ...

Prudence? Awwwwwww ...

The Gale & the Raven is a bit trite? Hmmm ...

Oh here we go ... yeah, Tusk Love, no surprise there ...

Dorian: "Oh, there's a book that's called Just the Tip right here!" XD

A "picture porn"? FEARNE CALLOWAY!!! O.O

An Exandrian Kama Sutra? Fascinating ... yeah, OF COURSE she takes it ... LOL A Nat20? Yeah, no surprise there ...

So ... she thinks they're like ... A POLYCULE? Intriguing ... in a hilariously saucy way ... whoa, HOW MUCH?!!!

Yeah ... I wonder if Essek's having flashbacks right now ...

Yussa? Really?

Supples? Okay ... OH!!! YES!!! Is Pumat still in town? Go there! GO THERE!!!

The Pentamarket! Cool!

Taliesin wants a shopping episode ... and honestly that sounds like fun ... yes ...

Ashton wants a new jacket? Yes. Definitely. Oh, new wardrobe for EVERYBODY? Double yes. Good idea.

Marisha: "What? I WANT THAT!" XD

The Emerald Curtain ... sounds like it could work ...

Ah, the new clothing smell ...

"Musicians"? Really? Oh ... memorialise FCG? Yes ... cloaks? Definitely ... oh, yes, checking through the stock sounds good ... yes, do that.

"Keith"? Hmmm ... oh yes, they are high-maintenance clients indeed ...

Artsy-fartsy? Yeah ... a slender half-giant? WOOD CARVING?!!! Oh wow ... Chetney is DEFINITELY interested ...

Damid? Oh, I like this guy already. "An audience? It's been a bit." XD Yeah, I love this guy.

Just the dye ... yeah, Laudna's very hands-on ...

"HOT BOI" ... Marisha's fan is sending me ... XD

Matching corsets? Go Imodna! :3

Fur-lined leather coveralls for Chetney ... YEAH. Definitely. Oh ... leather BRIEFS?!!! Hmmm ... so he's expecting to full-on HULK IT, apparently ...

235 gold pieces overall ... Laura INSTANTLY reacts, much as expected ... "I'm just Imogen here, I don't know what things cost."

Yeah, they don't HAVE TO roleplay all of it ... LOL

Magic shop? Oh please ... PLEASE ...

FOOD!!! Yes, FOOD!!! God idea ...

Oooh, noodles, yay! Now I'm getting hungry ...

The Invulnerable Vagrant ... OH YEAH ... here we go ...

O.O This is gonna be so much fun ...

PUMAT SOL!!! PUMAT SOL!!! PUMAT SOL!!!

Oh I have missed that voice ... Matt just slips RIGHT BACK INTO IT like he never went away ... Robbie's reaction to gettting to see this first hand is PRICELESS ... I love it ...

Yeah, the clones ... Fearne: "What is happening?" I KNOW!!! XD Ashton: "This is what the inside of my head is like all the time right now."

Oh, so they're EXACTLY like the Ludinus clone they fought before ... crazy ... I love how they're incapable of being sent into an existential crisis regarding their autonomy and originality ... it's kind of cute ...

Ah! Potions! Here we go ... and other goodies! Cool ...

A harp? That sounds very Yasha ... is it a BONE harp?

Robe of the Midnight Rune? Interesting ... oh yes, that is DEFINITELY exactly what Imogen's been looking for. GET THAT!!! Whoa ... 9500 gold pieces? Are you KIDDING ME?!!!

3500 for the armour ... ALSO ridiculously expensive ...

The harp fires arrows. Ye gods ... BOOMY arrows, too ... oh, that is a SWEET item. The arrows do THUNDER DAMAGE!!! That is SO CHOICE. Oh wow ... that whole thing just keeps getting MORE AND MORE impressive ... 8000 gold pieces? Fuck ...

Healing potions, yesh ... and a SPEEDY potion? Wow ... a potion of INVULNERABILITY?!!! Double wow ...

Dorian gives Orym ALL OF HIS MONEY to buy the armour. OH MY GOD!!! That's just adorable ... he might as well just put a ring on it right now! Seriousl O.O

Oh yeah! Sell some of the Ruidian shit! Smart!

They must have souls, surely ... they way they are, they MUST HAVE ...

NO!!! Orym, don't sell you new sword!

How to blow Pumat Sol's mind - tell them you've been to the Moon! XD ... and now Imogen's talking into his head ... oh, appealing to the unity for the greater good? Persuasion check! Oh NICE ROLL, Laura!

The Bank of Chetney ... XD

These ARE very unique down here right now ... roll good for Persuasion, Marisha ... 23? Oh yes ...

Fearne will have 69 gold left ... OF COURSE she will ... XD

Chetney COULD do with a ranged attack, yes. That is the smark move, give HIM the harp ...

So robe to Imogen, the armour to Orym and the harp to Chetney. Plus the potions, that's a SWEET haul ...

Oh yes, that's right ... the moon not being in the sky WOULD have been proof to FCG that the world is ROUND ... awww ...

Holy fuck ... the world really is just GOING TO SHIT right now, clearly ...

Awwww ... seriously, Orym, he only did it because he LOVES YOU. You could totally tap that if you want to. Which we KNOW you do.

Ashton: "Do you know Stairway to the Astral Realm?"

Oh, so that's it for the night? Okay. And time for a break ...

Oh my gods that Beason advert was complete genius ...

The Lodge of the Eclipse. Oh, it's a jazz club? Cool ...

Rooms for the night? Good. Oh, Essek has WAYS, does he? Interesting ... wow, THAT is a very good deal indeed ...

Essek does squats, apparently ... XD

Come on, Esxsek, be FUN for once. Surely it's been a while since you've done this kind of thing ...

A BURLESQUE SHOW?!!! Really? O.O

A sexy buxom half-orc? Nice ... that's definitely my style ...

Laudna, chill! Dear fucking gods ...

Yoink! Ashton grabs some of Fearne's lacy stuff ... and she lets him ... :3

Yeah, Dorian and Chetney are clearly having a blast ...

Madame Feathered-Face? Oooooh ... a sexy dwarven fan-dance? Nice ... a feathery beard? Cool ... oh WOW that is AWESOME, she can FLY with it! O.O

Ashton is showing Essek his head ... oh, this should be interesting. He knows A LOT about this particularly kind of stuff, if I remember ... oh, NOW what the fuck is he doing? Seriously? This feels ... rash ...

Dunamis ... yeah, I thought so ... needless to say he is concerned but also DEEPLY impressed ...

Ashton does the rainbow sparkle thing ... Essek: "Now you're just showing off.

Chetney's heart is lost once again ... XD

Orym is checking out Otohan's sabre ... okay ...

Ah, the Luxon Beacons ... yeah ... oh, so it looks like Ludinus and co have one or more at their disposal, then ... great ...

Ashton: "When you jump out of a window, you try not to blame the quality of the glass ..." Oof ...

Oh wow ... so they could actually use their own dunamancy to MESS THE KEY UP?!!! Yes, that sounds REALLY good ...

Awwwwwwww ... Fearne gets him talking about Caleb ... :3

Awesome ... hover, boy, HOVER ...

Much floaty foolishness ensues ... XD

The story of how Ashton first found Letters ... awwww ... oh, I am NOT alright now ...

Arts and crafts is fun ...

What is Orym going to do with this thing? Oh ... he's TRAINING with it? Whoa ... oh, he's CLAIMING IT? That is ... INTENSE ...

The Wildmother? Oh ... man ...

Marisha: "The night before San Diego ComicCon ..." XD

Matt: "Tim Burton's Island of Misfit Toys ..."

Oh shit ... this is the first time Dorian's seen LIVING Pate ... "Oooooooh ... is it too late to back out of this now?" Yeah ... oh, he is THOROUGHLY disturbed ... I am NOT surpised ... this is a TRULY SURREAL scene ... in a truly CREEPY way ...

Awww .. alone time for Orym and Fearne ... and here's Dorian ... the original trio back together ... :3

Finally Fearne leaves them alone to catch up ... oh my gods ... is THIS what we've been waiting for for so long? O.O

Time for a much-earned rest, yeah ...

Laudna does NOT like Orym with Otohan's blade ... oh fuck ... not NOW ... FUCK OFF, Delilah!

Fuck ... she KNEW Ludinus? Great ...

Seriously Laudna, DO NOT listen to this evil bitch ... oh no ... I mean it, this is SO STUPID ...

Oh shit ... is Otohan's sword SENTIENT? Is this gonna be another Grog situation?

Yeah, Orym's ridiculously aware EVEN WHEN HE'S ASLEEP ...

Darkness? REALLY?!!! Oh my gods ...

No ... sriously, Laudna, DO NOT Wither the vines ... oh fuck, she's doing it ... Wither & Bloom ... oof ... and she has to be PRECISE doing it ... oh fuck ... O.O

Yeah, of course this wakes him up ... and he's in total darkness while he's QUITE CLEARLY being fucking ATTACKED ... oh yeah, he's IMMEDIATELY ready to fight regardless of the conditions ... NOW what?

A contested Dexterity roll? Oh fuck ...

Dear fucking gods this is going SO BAD SO QUICKLY ... and now everybody else is waking up too ... perfect ...

Mage Hand? Really? Okay ... this is ALL bad decisions at this point ... and now she has the fucking sword ...

Seriously Laudna, I'm saying it AGAIN, DO NOT trust this evil c£$%!

And now they can all see ... great ... oh this looks SO BAD ...

Fuck ... is this REALLY starting to turn into a genuine conscious fight between these two right now? Oh no ... she's going to FLEE?!!! This could get even worse so quickly ...

Well that's it then ... the sword is OUT of her grasp ... now what?

Just STOP!!! Right now, please just STOP before this gets so much worse ...

Both of them are making VERY GOOD POINTS right now and I don't like where either of them are going with this ...

Ashton is doing something SO FUCKING SMART right now and I'm here for it ...

Fearne can Identify the sword? Okay, yeah, totally do that, that's really smart ...

Imogen casts Detect Thoughts on Laudna ... there is a collective intake of breath around the table and I don't blame them ...

Whispers? Oh, here we go ...

Chetney's been asleep this whole time? Wow ...

Be VERY CAREFUL Fearne ... Ishta the Summit Blade ... of NOW we get the little card? Matthew fucking Mercer!

Wake up, Chet! We need you ...

"Geometry and stuff" XD ... I love how rudimentary Fearne's understanding of Chetney's abilities is ...

Grim Psychometry ... here we go ...

Oh this is some TRULY UGLY SHIT ... this blade is HORRIBLE ... oh fuck, Zephrah? No, I don't want this ... don't do this, Matt ... seriously this thing should not be used again ...

Chetney VOMITS. Of course he does ...

Wait ... nobody else knows about his deal with Morri ... did he just OUT his deal with Morri? SERIOUSLY Orym?

Can Dorian finally break this standoff?

Oh for fuck's sake ... now it's Laudna against Imogen ... this won't end well ...

Imogen: "Let it go." Laudna: "Why?" Imogen: "Because I don't think it's YOU that wants this."

She just LEAVES? What?

And now Fearne tries to stop her ... oh boy ... now Imogen's going out after her ...

Oh fuck ... Delilah? Seriously? Tell me she's now being full-on fucking TAKEN OVER right now ... Laudna's ABSORBING the knife ... bloody hell ... this is HORRIFYING ...

Fuck! It IS her! Not good! Not fucking good! A "Delilah CAGE"? Fuck ... great ... now it's BOTH OF THEM TOGETHER ... I hate this ... seriously, did they come up with this in advance? It feels like they did and I HATE IT ...

Holy ... I LOVE you and it made that all go away? CAN their love really be strong enough for this? Suddenly I'm SO WORRIED that it's not going to be enough ...

THAT'S where he ending it? Fuck ... oh this is SO MUCH right now ... that was INTENSE ...

I'm SO SCARED for them right now ...

[kassandras-one-braincell]

Eivor x Fem!Reader - A Barbaric Masquerade

Kinktober 03: Roleplay [explicit]

Contains: strap-on usage

Word count: 1333

Ao3 link here.

Men, minors and ageless/default blogs DNI. You will be blocked immediately upon interaction.

Wools and linens spilled from the cedar wardrobe. Jewellery and silverware sat piled-high in a crate to the side. There was an axe lodged in the door. An upturned table, the bowls once adorning the wood strewn across the floor in an organised chaos. Four candles, scattered about the room, bathing the walls in an infernal glow.

A rampaged scene. Convincing, too. You owed yourselves a pat on the back.

She loomed by the window, a monolith of black leather and marauder’s steel. Sturdy buckles lined her shadowy breastplate, straining against the one full-sleeve on her left arm, stopping dead at the well-worn bracers wrapped around the thick forearms of a warrior. Her other arm bared itself to the candlelight between the shoulder-guard and glove, obscuring a fading summer’s tan with an amber that disappeared into a map of runic ink.

Your breath hitched in your throat under the weight of her smug, glacial gaze. Those eyes were a piercing frost, yet their menacing stare only warmed your blood; they challenged you, a cornered doe, to follow her every move.

Slowly, a gloved hand reached for her studded belt. The faint clinking of metal sliced through an otherwise silent night as she loosened the buckle. The belt languorously slid free from its iron confines. Her stare remained unbroken, waiting for the gasp that would soon fly from your parted lips as her trousers rode an inch lower, revealing a bulbous leather tip flush against her abdomen.

The drengr’s smirk neither widened nor faltered at your shameless gaze. She made no remark towards the subtle rise and fall of your chest, or the sorry pressing of your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to lessen the deep-set, raw, pounding ache between them.

“Your village is in ruins, your folk cowering amongst the ashes.” She spoke in a cadent rasp – a rich wine laced with a bitter ale. “But you…” A heavy boot stepped forward. The shadow cast by her hulking frame crept closer. “You haven’t fled. Haven’t begged, or flinched, or screamed. How come?”

Give it an hour, and you’d be doing two of those things in plenty, lilted an eager voice in your head. For now, you’d play the damsel. “Curiosity,” came your dainty reply, just loud enough for you to hear past your roaring pulse.

Her smirk widened into a nefarious grin. Predatory. A sticky dampness taunted you between your legs as you squirmed in place.

“You’re a curious little mouse, are you?” She advanced by a step, then another. With nothing behind you but a wall, you retreated until your back met stone. The brute hummed, “From the state of you, one could only guess as to what.”

“Oh?” you feigned innocence, eyes flicking to the betrayal of a faux phallus peeking above her trousers.

She cocked her brow, gesturing to your frame with a wave of her hand. “Am I to believe you wear this sort of thing to bed?” she laughed.

You had donned a pale linen tunic earlier that evening, far too loose around the contours of your body – designed for a far broader silhouette. Its ill-fitting neckline kissed the skin below your clavicle, its hem dancing just shy of the curve of your behind. Too short to be chaste, too transparent to obscure the figure underneath.

Sweetly, you toyed with the garment. “Did you expect me to change, drengr? I heard the horn, and before I knew it, a raider had forced her way into my home and ravaged my silver.” Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, core pulsing with need.

She sauntered towards you, boots thudding against the wooden slats of the floor. “And you didn’t protest. You let me do as I pleased,” she smirked. “You know, if you bite that lip any harder, you’ll draw blood.”

Heat flooded your face as you withdrew your teeth. “Perhaps…I’ve heard tales of the víkingar ravaging more than just silver,” you stuttered.

“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” she dropped her voice to a murmur. The light from the flames faded to black as she reached you, toes all but touching. Not much more than a fist could fit between the steel of her armour and the stiff peaks of your nipples. A calloused thumb and gloved forefinger tilted your chin up to meet her gaze, dark with prurient intention. She continued in a coarse purr, “I could see the shimmer of something sweet smeared across those lovely thighs from across the room. You wore this sheer, damnable little thing, hoping someone a-viking would plow you like a maiden in those old wives’ tales.”

Your breathing quickened. If your arousal was apparent before, by now, it was glaring.

Lowly, she hummed, “Let’s say I’m feeling generous.”

Deliberately slow, she reached down to her unfastened belt. There was a rustle – you didn’t dare look away from her hungry eyes – followed by a tapping sensation against your covered mound. The sound was distinct: the faint thudding of leather. Every gentle pap sent a spark through your core.

Her thumb caressed your bottom lip, before carefully pulling the flesh downwards, exposing your lower row of teeth in a tantalising display of power. The brute mused something wolfish and devastating. “I could spear you right here, against this wall. Fuck you until the wood is soaked with your spend. If I’m feeling cruel, I might taste that dripping cunt until pretty tears stream down your cheeks. Then I’d take you all over again, until you were nothing but a sore, pathetic mess.”

Breathing failed you. There was a fleeting second in which you thought your heart had stopped, coupled with a near-buckling of your knees. Tonight, you craved that cruelty. A wicked, savage pounding. You ached for it.

Consumed by unbridled need, you abandoned the theatrics: “Gods, Eivor, just fuck me already.”

She needed no further encouragement. The charade had concluded, although that predatory smirk remained steadfast on her scarred lips. Eivor reached for the vial of oil she secured to her belt with twine, deftly unravelling the knot holding it in place.

“I’m wet enough, gods—”

“You know I’m not going to be gentle.”

“Good—”

“So let me do this,” she urged you, continuing to work at the vial. “Just a few seconds. You know it’ll feel better.”

Frantically, you nodded. “Okay, but hurry,” you whined. Eivor tutted as she finally disentangled the twine, freeing the glass from its confines. A soft ‘pop’ sounded as she discarded the cork and poured the viscous liquid over the cock strapped to her hips. She tossed the empty vial across the room, unflinching when it shattered. Hastily, she pumped her hand around the shaft, coating it fully with the oil.

With familiar ease, she knelt down and lifted you up by your thighs. Your heart dropped as her oil-slick hand slipped across your bare skin, but she reflexively repositioned you, hooked her arms under your knees and pressed you against the wall, holding you by the hips with your calves hanging limp. Swearing under her breath, she glanced down at the phallus now nestled between your abdomens. “Could you—”

“Yeah,” you whispered, snaking a hand around to guide the tip into your dripping, expectant heat, breathing out shakily as it disappeared inside without a trace of resistance. Eivor took the sound as an affirmation.

Swiftly, she filled you, impaling you on her leather cock until the hilt slapped against your mound. The oil glazing the toy and your nectar melded with a debauched schlick. You gripped onto the golden hairs atop her head, crying out as the delightful thickness split you open, the seams of the hide dragging perfectly against your sensitive walls. Grunting, she drove your back into the wall, roughly thrusting up into you, grinding her cock deeper still. Deeper, into every pleasurable nerve, until your vision speckled with white, until you felt it in your throat.

As for her earlier pledge?

Eivor would honour every fucking word of it.

[so-bitya]

kuro characters that would be better to me if they were just women:

bardroy

a rather crass, pyromaniac, middle-aged lady that doesn't know how to cook, makes old man jokes, and hides the sharp intellect of a military strategist, would be an amazing character to interact with ciel and sebastian in day-to-day life.

This would also fix bardroy's rather gross sexist comments he was making at beast "a gal he would've like to have met at a bar", when she's holding the dying figure of her family?? perhaps fem!bardroy would have been a bit more like jane, "a job's a job" attitude about it.

it would also make bardroy more sympathetic in my mind if she was a lady from America who lost her husband and child and decided to join the war at the front lines (perhaps as a nurse, taking every chance to fight) compared to a man who had better opportunities in life. HOWEVER she is still complicit in the genocide of Native Americans and it would take a lot more fixing up of bard's backstory to find him sympathetic again.

lau

lau's whole thing is acting unsuspected and clueless, way more than he knows right? then i think the average british man would be even more unsuspecting making business with a retired female courtesan running an opium den/brothel (which i assume so, i'm not sure if we ever got explicit confirmation lau's girls offer that kind of service)

if fem!lau has personal experience with brothels, even being raised in one, then we could explore an aspect deeply woven in the story that would connect her and ciel, human trafficking. How ciel justifies his actions as watchdog actively fighting against trafficking rings and the trauma he endured being sold in the black market.

She'll have intimate knowledge how human trafficking in england works and how it preys on the vulnerable, especially on minorities and children. a difficult ally to trust, because she could know a lot more about the earl and possibly what happened to him, all the horrible ways one can die in such rings or be abused to the point of envying the dead (perhaps all the girls working at the den are victims she has saved... or we could question if they were really saved without any other options... like a certain troupe i know...)

while male lau just comes off as a pimp. there's not much depth to be explored with his relationship with women even though so much is to be suggested, such as with ran mao and their pseudo brother-sister relationship. it's hard to take their relationship or even ran mao seriously with the constant fan service (the anime was egregious with this aspect). and it comes off so much worse with the sibling aspect.

wolfram

still appalled we had to watch all those women raise sieglinde and get mutilated for her fantasy roleplay, yet die in such horrific ways while wolfram gets completely off the hook? as well as not questioning if they were coerced by the military to go along the plan, just like wolfram was? why is he treated like the one who only cares?? how much agency did these women even have??

anyway, big werewolf hulking mama bear butler would be amazing to add to the cast. and if fem!wolfram survived, maybe this series wouldn't feel so slanted against women :/

[delopsia]

Paper Airplane | Bob Floyd x Reader

Word Count: 2,900 Cross Posted Here on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, Fem!Reader, unprotected sex in a bathroom, vague but consensual power play, and roleplaying ruined by an inability to remain serious, implied age gap if you squint.

Oh, the things you would give to have been a pilot at the same time as Admiral Floyd.

You don't know whose big idea all this was; a big end-of-year celebration for all the students who have attended and graduated from Top Gun this year. This is the first year they've hosted it, and because it's the first, everyone under the sun has gathered here. Past instructors, you've had over the years, former students, and most importantly, it's brought in Mr. Robert Floyd.

This venue is gorgeous, with its marble floors and vast staircase that leads up to a second-floor balcony. A hulking chandelier hangs above your head; from your perspective, you reckon it's half the size of the Super Hornets you've been flying lately. Sparkling dauntingly above your head. You wonder what would happen if it fell.

And yet, it doesn't hold a candle to Admiral Floyd.

Admiral Floyd, with his gently graying hair and ocean blue eyes that you swear up and down, you can see from miles away. The same Admiral that always asks you to refer to him by his callsign, Bob, because he dislikes such formalities. You're sure that if they'd let him, he'd wear jeans and a plain t-shirt to work instead of a uniform.

"You're staring again," you hear your friend whisper, her voice only barely audible in this loud, echoing room.

Right; for a moment, you'd almost forgotten that there were other people in this room. It seems your friend is the only one who has noticed your staring, fortunately. You'd like to go without getting caught staring for an umpteenth time; your dignity can't take much more of—wait, shit, he's walking over here.

The chair next to you groans as it's scooted out from under the table, "you're on your own, sister," she teases; you should have expected that; she's always had a dislike for the awkward 'nerd speak' between the two of you. Says something about how it's like watching two field mice.

"Pleasure seeing you here," how in the world does this man cross a room so quickly? You could have sworn he was still on the other side of the room just a second ago. "Did you need somethin'?"

"I...uh," squeezing your suddenly clammy hands, your eyes dart back across the room. Shit, shit, shit, what do you say...? Your gaze lands on an ice sculpture that you hadn't noticed was originally behind him. "I was....trying to figure out which model that ice sculpture is."

Admiral Floyd's gaze flutters, jumping from you to the sculpture, then back at you once more. You're not sure if he's buying it.

"Well, you're not gonna be able to figure it out when you're all the way over here," even his breathy laugh manages to send the butterflies in your belly into their fitful flutters, tickling inside your belly.

He offers you a hand, "c'mon; I'm sure you'll figure it out once you're closer."

Your feet ache as you stand, one of your heels teetering beneath you, feet already beginning to ache once more. These shoes were truly meant to be looked at, not worn. Admiral Floyd's hand on yours is firm, so large that it nearly completely encompasses your own. He doesn't quite let go, even as you begin to walk with him, loosely cradling your hand in his own.

...okay, so maybe that's why he was laughing.

"y' recognize it now?" He chuckles, letting go of your hand.

Everything feels too warm; it's as if you're standing directly in front of a fire, your heartbeat gradually becoming heavier with every passing second. You really, really should have picked something different to ask about.

"Now, why in the world did they choose a paper airplane?" You sputter, God, why, of all things, did it have to be a paper airplane? It's a wonder they even trust you to fly a multi-million dollar aircraft.

Bob shakes his head, glasses glinting in the light as he does so, "see? I told you it would make sense up close." But then his face changes, smile faltering into something flat, serious, even, "which is exactly why I don't buy what you're telling me."

Would it be better if you pull a Cinderella and flee the building, never to be seen again? Because right now, that's sounding like a perfectly viable option. Transfer to somewhere far, far from Admiral Floyd, and never think of this again. Yeah, yeah, that's a viable option.

"I—" stammering, you take a step back, "I don't know what you're talking about."

All it takes is one stride forward for Admiral Floyd to close the gap between you, standing mere inches away, dangerously close. "I think I do," he contends, "why else would you be stutterin', lieutenant?"

Your saving grace comes in the form of an unfortunate lieutenant blindly running into one of the ladies serving champagne, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the building. Everyone falls quiet, all attention on the source, even Admiral Floyd. There's a door to your right, you don't know where it leads, but you'll take getting lost over another second of this.

Heels clicking along the shiny marble floor, you dart down the hallway, stepping into the first open hallway that you can find. Unfortunately, you realize a little too late that it only leads to a set of stairs to the second floor. There isn't much option to turn back, not when you can hear dress shoes down the hallway you just came through.

At the top of the stairs, you're rewarded with disappointment. There isn't a soul up here. You're moving as quickly as you can, hoping and praying to find an alternative route back to the ground floor. There are so many rooms up here, and yet they're all completely empty.

Except for a stray women's bathroom. Certainly explains why you hadn't been able to find one on the ground floor.

Admiral Floyd appears on the top of the stairs, but he's looking in the direction opposite yours. Without much other option, you disappear inside the bathroom. Surely he won't follow you into the lady's room. No, he's much too nice to do such a thing.

The bathroom is tiny and only has three stalls, but it's just as pretty as the rest of the building. A dainty chandelier hangs just in front of the sink, and there's a small floral-pattern sofa off in the far corner. A strange placement for such a thing, but you'll take it. You're sure that you'll be stuck in here for a little while.

But then the door swings open.

"Bob?" You blurt, backpedaling as he hurriedly steps towards you. No, no, no, why did he have to follow you here? Why is he still coming after you?

"Oh, so now it's Bob?" His tone ominously calm compared to his body language, muscles tense, handsome face completely and utterly unreadable, "what happened to Admiral, huh?"

Your back hits the wall. There's nowhere else to run.

Strong hands brace themselves on either side of your head, barring you in, "Lieutenant, were you staring at me?"

His voice breaks midsentence, briefly becoming as high and pitchy as a whistle.

You're trying to form words, something, anything, but a rapidly growing smile pulls at the corners of your lips so harshly that you can't move your mouth. Bob's lips start to quiver, a snicker breaks through your lips, and it's like a dam breaks. His head drops, shoulders shaking as he starts to laugh with you.

"We almost had it!" You giggle, "Bobby; we were so close!"

Bob's ears and cheeks flame with a cherry red, oddly reminiscent of the gnarly sunburn he got last summer, "'m sorry!" With the moment now ruined, he's free to lean up and pepper sweet kisses to your lips and cheeks, carding his nails against your neck, "you almost got me with the paper airplane, honey bunches."

You try not to focus on the embarrassment that twinges in your gut, and it's not hard to escape the feeling when you have Bob to kiss it away. "What's worse is I really didn't know what it was until it was right in front of me."

"Do you wanna keep goin'?" He questions, once his chuckles have died down, "or have I gone 'n ruined the moment again?"

All things can be fixed.

Wordless, you step past him, away from the uncomfortable wall, and toward the sinks, "you locked the door, right?" He hums his affirmative, watching with a wary gaze, mouth agape with unasked questions.

Careful, you bend over the counter, resting your head in folded arms, "do your worst, Admiral."

A switch flips, eyes darkening as his face hardens once more. Big hands take hold of your hips when he steps behind you, yanking you backward until your ass is pressed directly against him, "do my worst, huh?" A few octaves deeper than before.

His hips shift, and you can feel yourself growing wet just from the feeling of his hard cock pressing against you through his slacks. In one smooth motion, he pushes your dress up until it pools around your hips. The cool air of the bathroom feels even colder on your once-covered ass, but it's hard to focus on when you feel him twitch against you.

The scene you find in the reflection of the mirror is quite a sight; Bob's already got his eyes on you, watching your every reaction as he starts to move your hips manually, grinding your soft ass into his clothed cock. Even as he tries to get back into the scenario, his eyes don't lose that softness that they carry, looking you over, taking you in, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort. Even now, even when you have a safe word that you've proved you aren't afraid to use when necessary.

One of his hands come down from your hips, his belt audibly opening and loosening, "is this what you were wantin', lieutenant?" Just then, the leaking head of his cock presses against you through your panties, spreading you open just the slightest bit. "Do those Top Gun boys not fuck you right, hm?" 

Sucking in a sharp breath, you bury your face into your arms, unable to form words as he rocks himself into you, so close to what you want. 

Bending down, Bob's lips ghost the shell of your ear as he purrs into it, "use your words, lieutenant." The weight of his body on top of yours is heavy, comfortingly so. 

"...yes," you whisper, pushing yourself back against him the best that you can, "this is—this is what I was wanting."

He draws away, and you can feel his hand brush between your thighs as he moves your soaked panties to the side. The plush head of his cock slips between your folds, thrusting against you and bumping against your sensitive clit, but not quite entering you yet. Entrance spasming needily each time he brushes over it, needy. 

Finally, finally, you feel him breach you. The slightest bit of pressure has you opening up around him, stretching wide as he sinks inside of your quivering cunt. It's a sensation that makes the both of you gasp, gooey walls gripping him tightly whilst he disappears inside of you. His cock isn't big enough for it to hurt, but even as he bottoms out, you need a moment to adjust to his size.

"There you go," your Admiral praises, grinding slow circles into you, "God, you're so wet that you're drippin'." The sudden appearance of his hand between your legs has you jumping, startled by the fingers that trace where you've been stretched wide around his length.

He draws back, leaving you with a soft wet sound, then, slowly, he buries himself back inside. So achingly slow that you find yourself already impatient, pushing yourself back onto him as soon as he pulls out again.

"Ah ah," he grunts, seizing your hips, "you're gonna take what I give you."

To emphasize his statement, he pushes you forward, forcing you as close as you can possibly get to the counter, leaving you no space to gather leverage. The weight on your backside grows heavier, fully trapping you between him and the pearly marble.

Bob's pace is deliberate; his body curled around yours as he languidly thrusts into your weeping sex. With each motion, he drags against that sensitive bundle of nerves hidden inside of you, showering it with so much attention that your walls are starting to flutter from it.

"You sound so pretty, pantin' under me like that," whispering into your ear like it's a secret, "does that feel good?

Only now are you aware of your labored breathing, panting with every smooth motion of those talented hips, the ones that wordlessly know what you like.

"Feels—" thrust into momentary speechlessness as he abruptly slams himself into you, your back arching at the suddenness of it all, "feels good!"

There's that dark chuckle you were missing, he knows exactly what he's done, and he intended every bit of it. But then he's back to that same pace, giving you no choice but to feel every bit of him as he works you open on his cock. You need more, though; you need—

"Look in the mirror for me, lieutenant," it's not a request, no, it's an order, straight from the Admiral's tongue, "look how pretty you are, gettin' fucked by an Admiral of all things."

He allows you just enough space to push yourself up, palms bracing your weight on the marble counter as you meet your reflection in the mirror. Your lips that can never seem to close, your once wrinkle-free dress, now a crumpled mess around your waist. The change in position forces your legs to move, heels clicking at the floor as they struggle to find traction.

"Admiral—"

"—I got ya, hold on," Bob is already sliding out, leaving you clench around nothing but air. 

The sickening emptiness isn't there for long. Only lasting until he can spin you around and urge you up onto the counter, your hips right on the edge. Your aching feet are thankful for the break, shoes sparkling in the light as Bob's hands curl under your thighs, pushing them up. He doesn't need his hands to slide into you, angling his hips and slipping right back in. 

"Just takin' me in like you were made to do it." There's sweat beading on his pale forehead, body burning up under the thick material of his suit. 

Oh, how you wish his shirt were off, so you could see his defined stomach flex with the motions of his hips.

"Touch yourself for me, darlin'," he instructs, the pet name slipping from his tongue by mistake, "wanna feel you cum around my cock."

Your clit is so neglected and sensitive that when your fingertips first find it, you tremble from the feeling, savoring how you spasm around his cock. His rhythm is starting to change, gradually becoming quicker, blunt-head kissing your g-spot directly on each thrust in. It makes your breath hitch in your throat, whimpering in surprise. 

Harder now, properly fucking you, the pace growing too slow, even for him and all of his patience. Long, deep strokes, gripping your thighs so hard that you fear he may leave bruises there. Flesh audibly hitting flesh, the sound drowned out by the deep grunts that your fluttering walls elicit from him. Your nerves feel like they're on fire, muscles gradually beginning to tighten. 

"'m close," Bob warns, raspy, "shit, baby, you feel so good 'round me."

His very words are starting to make you come undone, whining weakly as you feel a fire begin to build up in your lower belly, spreading until the once cool room feels like it's been engulfed in a wildfire. 

"Come on darlin'," his voice strained as he pumps into you, hips stuttering, "come on my cock for me." 

Your entire body goes still, can no longer breathe as you feel yourself spasm around him once, twice, before that dam finally bursts, and you cum with a soft cry of his name. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, and for a moment, everything goes fuzzy. The only thing you can register is the stalling of Bob's hips as he cums with you, emptying himself into your sensitive body. 

Just as quickly as it came, it dissolves, tension fading and leaving you limp underneath him. Your lungs burn for oxygen, feels like you haven't had a proper breath in hours. 

Then, your ears are graced with a fond chuckle. You don't recall closing your eyes, but when you open them, it's like stepping into an entirely different world.

Bob's taken his glasses off, rubbing the sweat from his forehead as he smiles down at you, "paper airplanes, huh?"

"Shut up," rolling your eyes, but it's hard to feign annoyance when he leans down to steal an open-lipped kiss. 

"Now I gotta figure out a way to sneak us out of here," he says against your lips, "'m surprised they ain't caught onto us yet."

"Eventually, someone's going to notice the matching wedding rings," running your fingers through his once pristine hair, "I'm gonna need you to turn these events into a regular thing."

Bob's eyebrows raise, but he doesn't seem all that surprised, leaning into your touch, "so long as you agree to a bubble bath when we get home." 

"You've got yourself a deal," there's an ache in your back as you sit up, easing yourself onto your feet. You can already feel his cum starting to leak from you, your panties doing little to stop it from running down your leg.

Once he's tucked himself away, Bob grins at you, "now it's your turn to catch me."

And catch him, you will.

[springledongle]

The floorboards of the dining room creak under the monster's weight, his metal chain rattling behind him. Somehow both bustling with sound and devoid of life, the dining room is prepped and ready for a party.

Multicoloured lights are strung from the ceiling, party tables adorned with platters of snacks and drinks.

Metal footsteps softened by foam, the hulking creature makes his way to the front door. Equally soft footsteps patter behind him, her short legs trying to keep up with his long strides.

"Mr Afton, sir! Is everything ready?" the rabbit asks, her voice muffled beneath two masks. The larger rabbit breathes, his fibreglass frame groaning with the movement.

"Ready as I'll ever be. I haven't seen outsiders in a long time," he muttered, flashing his unmoving sharp grin.

"Oh, neither have I! I'm excited. Are you excited? I want to make friends!" the younger one chirps, following her companion to the front door, dancing to avoid the metal chain whipping across the floor.

"Vanny, you won't make any friends. The people who come here don't like us," Springle growls, grey eyes shifting to look down at her. The bunny looks up, red eyes barely visible behind the holes in her purple mask. Her smile behind it fades, and she huddles closer to his leg.

"You'll protect me, right?" her small voice eventually asks. The monster nods, plush spines on his neck swaying.

"Of course I will. And if anyone gives you trouble, come get me. Okay?" Springle replies, his voice suddenly softer. He reaches down a massive hand, petting her head gently. Vanny looks up at him, a spring bouncing back into her posture.

"Yes sir!"

"Alright then. Let's begin."

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