#the chosen rp

[crowndinglory-arc]

𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲

Biblical multimuse featuring Mary Magdalene, Mother Mary, Gabriel, Judas Iscariot, Simon Peter & Michael loved by Nessa carrd. AFFILIATED WITH: @griefacquainted Sideblog - Follows back from @crownedinsin icons & banners by @griefacquainted

[littelovelunette]

Can you do one with g!p Ambessa, where she is in a forced marriage with reader and she is adamant on getting a heir to the throne as soon as possible , sooooo as an obvious result reader gets pregnant… :))and at the end they fell in love??<33

Deleterious Desire

Contains smut, g!p Ambessa, virgin!reader, forced marriage, mentions of forceful pregnancy, breeding

"I am not gonna be an incubator for you," your arms came to cross over your chest over the sheer robe that barely covered your body.

"You know well why this marriage was arranged in the first place," Ambessa cracked her knuckles, and stretched her neck to the sides, "It was so that I'd be able to put an heir on the throne."

"I don't care, I'm not doing this," you threw your hands up in an exasperated manner, "I'm not being your baby mama!"

You stormed off leaving Ambessa staring after you with her golden eyes full of conflict, her fists clenching and unclenching.

What was she supposed to do now?

Ambessa walked after you to the shower room where you had gone, slowly opened the glass door to reveal your naked frame in the fancy bathroom.

Ambessa, a woman who'd seen so many naked women before, didn't know why seeing you that way affected the colour of her cheeks. Slowly, she walked upto you, letting her own robe onto the hanger so she could join you under the steady stream of water.

"My apologies if I sounded too forceful," she whispered in your ear, bit hands holding your waist, the pads of her thumb gently rubbing the wet skin.

"It's fine," you sighed before tilting your head to look at her, gauging her expression, "It's fine," you repeated, "I guess, the whole forceful arrangement is a lot on the both of us."

"Eitherway I should've been more understanding," Ambessa mumbled and you sighed softly again before stepping a bit away from her so you could look at her.

You glanced at her cock, "I-I-"

"Like what you see?" Ambessa smirked seeing the way you flushed red seeing her, atleast 8 inch, cock.

"I just forgot what I was about to say," you looked away, huffing before trying to busy yourself to fix the temperature of the water, "I don't know how you thought you'd be able to make something like that fit in me."

"Wanna give it a try?" Ambessa rested one hand on the wall of the shower making your eyes gaze over her muscular figure again.

"I'm unsure..." You mumbled, nervously looking at the marble tiles of the bathroom floor, "But I guess, it's not a bad idea. Since we're already so far with the marriage and all."

And just like that you were there on the bed with your legs spread, naked on the red silken sheets, "C'mon, a bit wider," Ambessa said, her voice a soft coo.

You complied, watching as Ambessa's thick cock headed pushed against your folds, "Please, be gentle," you said out, more desperate than ever before.

"Want me to go gentle with you?" Ambessa asked, placing her hands on each side of your body around your hips, slowly leaning closer causing the tip of her shaft to slip inside.

"Yes, please," your voice was a mere whisper, hands extending to wrap around Ambessa's torso.

Ambessa's strong arms came to pull you up against her chest, thick cock penetrating you slowly. Your face scrunched up in pain, toes curling as your whole body tensed due to the intrusion. But you didn't ask her to stop.

Ambessa whispered, "Breathe," as her hands ran over your back soothingly, thick cock slowly pushing deeper in your warm tight hole.

"Oh, my gosh..." your fingers dug into her shoulders, "Fuck, please, just hold there," you managed to say as you tried to relax your body.

"You're a virgin," Ambessa more of stated than asked, hands around you clutching you against her more protectively than before.

"I am," you mumbled before adding, "I was."

You gasped when Ambessa pushed in all of her cock inside, "T-too much!" You cried out feeling the sharp sting shoot up in your body.

"Should've told me that at the start," Ambessa said as she held you closer if possible, starting to thrust in a steady slow pace making you gasp and whimper in pain.

"Oh, it hurts," you mumbled, fingers digging into Ambessa's skin, leaving nail marks all over her skin.

"Want me to stop, little one?" Ambessa asked but then her breath hitched and eyes shut tight feeling your warm pussy clenching around her shaft.

You shook your head, "No, keep going," you buried your face in Ambessa's neck feeling her pace get faster. Your cunt tightened around her length further, wet squelching sounds filling the room alongside the iron-like smell of blood from your broken hymen.

Ambessa cursed under her breath, "Fuck, love, you're so tight," her dick twitched in you and before you knew it hot semen was filling your cunt up.

You grinned a little, sweat covering your forehead. You let go of Ambessa, back hitting the mattress as you let out a small sigh. "I'm all filled up."

"Mhm," Ambessa smirked down at your body, slowly pulling out of you, rubbing your lower abdomen.

A few days passed since the wedding night, you'd been feeling sick. Morning sickness— dreadful as it was you had to get a pregnancy test while Ambessa was away for a long week for an important campaign.

With a sigh, you put the positive pregnancy test on the counter, "Fuck," you cursed under your breath.

You sat down at the edge of the bed in the private quarters, waiting for Ambessa to return home. You had been so stressed you had no idea when you'd fallen asleep.

You woke up when you heard Ambessa's footsteps, "When were you planning on tellibg me this?" Ambessa held up the pregnancy stick.

"... You might wanna wash your hands—"

Ambessa gave you a look.

"You know I peed on it—"

"This is serious."

"Just shut up, and kiss me,"

You giggled when Ambessa picked up off the bed and kissed you, devouring the taste of your lips on hers. Tongue swiping past your bottom lip, lingering to seek entrance silently.

Perhaps, it was an arrangement. Hell, even a forceful marriage. Things might've started off on a rocky path but now that things were going a bit more according to the script, you were sure things would be okay.

[travelers-of-the-multiverse]

This was supposed to be a routine visit to his beloved. To be a routine like he did every day. To tease Sadan, to flirt with Reyna, to spoil her staff with treats.

He didn't get any of that.

Instead what he entered into was pouring rain in a sea, who's waves writhed in turmoil.

Not to mention the beast that tore a ship apart. The scene tickled at his memory, but that outweighed the fact that he saw a body go down to the waves.

He didn't even think. He just dove down and used his magic to have him torpedo down, and grab a familiar figure in dirty robes.

He didn't think of it as he pulled them both out of the sea with his magic, and made way to the nearest body of land he saw. Which was the infamous Fort Joy.

He didn't think of it when he put his ear against a scaly chest, and made sure that the familiar lizard was breathing.

Only when he had the time to inspect her for injuries did he let himself think.

And he knew, he had changed fate.

There was no turning it around now. The only thing he could do now, was make sure that Reyna, as a mortal being, was clean, and comfortable.

It was a strange feeling. To fall while others live, watching them escape while you're drowning. But, it wasn't bad to her, she was glad. Happy, really, to have saved those she thinks needed it. Even if she died, she was satisfied in the knowledge she did what was right. Painful as it was, she was grateful the others didn't have to experience this.

But, something tugged at her, as she sank into the deep blue. First, it was a mystical tug, like someone or something higher was pulling her away. Then, it was physical, a set of strong arms around her carrying her away. She wasn't full conscious, the water and smashing muddled her senses.

But, she grunts as she opens her eyes, sputtering a bit as she coughs up a bit of water.

"Ugh...geez. I knew drowning was painful, but I could never have expected to experience it." She mumbles as she sits up, and then sees Dave, tilting her head. "Oh, umm, hello. Are you...the one who pulled me out of there?" She asks.

[mothmanavenue]

can i confess something else that will absolutely get me stoned in the town square since im dropping my unpopular opinions. I don’t like altean broadsword Lance. i already disliked red paladin Lance. the broadsword was like rubbing salt in the wound. why couldn’t he have his own niche. why was his character development just making him keith. i understand that it was like “he accepts that he doesn’t have to be a leader and excels as a co-leader and you can find happiness that way yada yada yada”. but you could’ve done that without making him keith. also now give him something unique, cool, that falls in line with his sniper bit. i’m not saying just give him another gun, im saying give him something quiet and lethal. like a garotte. yeah i want garotte lance.

i yap a lot more in my notes by the way if you were interested in other unpopular opinions. don’t send me hate messages or comments i won’t read it and will block viciously i also will not be debating this this is my hill to die on <3

[nb-atsushi]

(Now that Atsushi was adopted, they can meet teeny Fyodor!)

There's a boy who looks like Fyodor but a lot younger sitting on one of the couches and drawing, too focused on his sketch to notice that he was no longer alone.

~ @son-ofthe-father

[atsushi pauses in the doorway, squinting ar the baby version of fyodor and trying to map thag with the one they know] god this city is so weird, [they mumble to themselves, stalling in place a moment]

[wallterwall]

[bloody-kissezz]

you are exquisite

[itslilacokay]

this was laaazy

[chosens-anonymous]

Who is your least favorite Legendary or Mythical pokemon?

I'll start: Mesprit

[the-hexcore]

What are your thoughts on Jayce Talis being together with Viktor?

î̸͍f̵̪͘ ̷̠̏Ì̸̖ ̷̊ͅh̴̜̆ạ̶̚d̸̪͘ ̷̺͊h̷͙̚a̶͚̋n̴͉̏d̸̝̏s̷̙̏ ̶͙̋h̷̲͊e̸͈͠'̸̯̌d̴̳͝ ̵̝̊b̸̟̓ẽ̸͈ ̷̖͒c̵̝͘ạ̵͋t̴̹͊c̶͍̔h̴̡͒i̷̙̎n̸̢͗g̴͙͠ t̴̲̆h̴̳̎e̶̽ͅm̶͉̿.

ä̷̱́l̸͈̊ẅ̷̧́a̷̫͠y̸͕͑ș̶̇ ̸̜̈́â̷̝l̸̨͠ḷ̸͆ ̸̟͊o̶̬͝v̸̝͌e̶̫͂r̴͚̈́ ̷̩͗V̶̜̐ḯ̵͎ḵ̵̃ț̸̍o̷͎͒r̶̠̍ ̵̙͋i̶̳͋ṇ̵̛ ̸̥͑f̶̗̚r̵͉̔õ̷̰n̵̤͒t̵̛͉ ̵̻͊o̵̼͑f̴̖̆ ̸̹̍M̷̘̅Y̶̥̽ ̴͎͒f̷͍͝r̶̼̉e̸̛͖ạ̸͂k̶̻̂i̵̪̚s̶͖̈ḩ̵͆ ̵̖́b̸͇̔l̷̘͂ù̴̼ę̷̛ ̵̝́ĝ̶͜l̴̠̀ö̸̰́ŵ̷̮. u̸̱͛ń̸̝b̸̬͐ë̵̝l̶̢͂i̴̠̿e̵̥͛v̴̤͊ȃ̷̯b̷͎̃l̸̯̈́e̸̳̕

[yello-exe]

Guys please help Does anyone know where Purple and King Orange live?? Don't, like, dox them or anything, maybe just a private message? Or does anyone know how to...exist(?) in the Outernet? This is a very strange environment and I don't know what I'm doing. I can see Alan's PC in the sky. It's really weird. But cool. Wish I could fly up there.

[a-web-of-worlds]

Mort is alone. This is an inevitable part of being undead, and one to which he's well-acclimated. He spends a lot of time alone in the dark, looking over his shoulder and praying no one intends to stick a dagger in his back. But tonight, he's returned to someplace he missed.

He hovers over his own grave, watching, waiting.

@residentsofhollowville

Elias doesn’t visit cemeteries often. Awfully depressing places. But then again, there’s nothing wrong with feeling depressed. It’s just another way to feel. And after so many centuries, it’s only right to pay his respects every once in a while.

He stops in front of a simple stone marked ‘Cassandra’. He has no flowers for her. The empty illusion of them will have to do, placed pointlessly by a rock doomed to be forgotten in barely any time at all.

He spares a glance for the mourner beside him, five or six eyes sliding over to look at Mort, all with an odd golden sheen. Elias isn’t the most friendly of people, but he isn’t in the mood to stand in silence with just another dead body.

“Howdy.”

[cyrusistrying]

I have had time to think about it and I have decided.

I'm going to fight God.

[3v60]

How long had it been since he came to Level Three, the Iron Sword level...? One? Two? Maybe three months? He lost count. He was the chosen one... And yet... No one trusted him to save them. No one but that guard who hates him... the girl who totally is his girlfriend but afraid to admit it... and ParrottX2 really believe in him.

He's died too much. Failed so much... Both as a sacrifice and as someone who is trying to save everyone. But what can he do? He can't do much else, this is PVP Civilization after all.

Even if he felt like he... was a god in a different civilization, this was way different. But here he sat, in his cell... waiting to be killed by an iron sword once more.

"Why even bother fighting this battle…"

He muttered quietly. His voice soft as it felt on the edge of tears. He just wanted to stop hurting.

[frieda-dear-of-aphrodite]

Intro Post:

"Hello my dears, I am Frieda, a daughter of Aphrodite!"

~~~♪|♪~~~

Age, and Any Conditions?: "14 years, almost 15, and will be so in April! I also have PTSD, and something called age regression!"

Pronouns?: "She/her."

Sexuality?: "Straight! I'm also currently single!"

Relationships?: "Let's see... Hm... Here you go!:

<Tag List, Ask To Be Added Or Removed:>

@daughter-of-thanatoss "Probably my closest friend!"

@jinx-child-of-hephaustus "Another friend of mine, '^^."

@gave-mortals-fire "I don't know exactly who he is... He's just really nice!"

@spiderboichildofathena "He's also pretty nice."

Likes?: "I love a romantic sunset. I like to listen to pop music. And, I like the colors pink and white."

Dislikes?: "I dislike scary movies, and creepy stuff in general. I'm not into much adventure, but I at least want to prove myself to people."

Any Abilities?: "I currently have a mental version of Charmspeak!"

Kill Count?: "... Um ... Well ... No one."

(She's killed one person.)

Near Death Count?: "Definitely quite a few?... Four? Two attempted by-... Never mind."

~~~♪|♪~~~

(OCC Undercut)

Hello! Actual me here, call me Madi if you will, out of roleplay, or when we're chatting. There will be a lot more about Frieda at some point later on!

Rules!:

Be respectful out of RP.

Do not godmod.

No NSFW! Some suggestive topics, flirting, and kissing are allowed, '^^!

If you are racist, homophobic, not supportive of gender rights, or along these lines, DNI! Please, tell me if I am interacting with someone like these!

This account will contain mentions of violence, blood, death, and other sensitive topics. Do not interact if you do not like these terms!

RP Tags:

" Frieda♥Dear " - In-character Asks and Interactions.

" All Is Fair In Love! 💞 " - OCCs Interactions/Posts and OCC Asks.

" A Nasty Woman... 👑 " - Angst/Violence/Trauma.

" I Am The Chosen One! 🕊️ " - Romance or Fluff.

" Wouldn't You Give Us A Break? 💔 " - God/Goddess Interactions.

[rainbowwingedrival]

There is no 'i' in "Team". However, there are 6 'i's in "Fuck it, I don't care how big the room is, I cast Sacred Fire."