#wip: roleplay

[tj-dragonblade]

for the make me write! see, it would be dreadfully predictable of me to submit the 🎓

so I'll offer you a choice, depending on which you deem needs your attention more: 🍪 or 🎓

Oh you know me, if you send me two I'm going to do both. 💖 These follow on directly from the last snippet in their wip tags.

For 🍪:

= "Is this a recipe of your own devising?" Dream is eager, he finds, to hear more of this story of Hob's traditions.

"Oh no, no, this is Oma Franziska's gingerbread recipe." Hob has that fondly-nostalgic look again. "She insisted we call her that, me and Jim. She'd lost contact with her own grandkids when she left Germany, you see, and she sort of adopted us when we moved in next to her. She knew Jim's truth, too, and it was nice to have a neighbor who he could be himself with."

Hob has told Dream of Jim previously. Jim, who had been Hob's wife Peg to the rest of the world but Hob's husband in safe company; Jim, who had loved the sea, who sang bawdy pub songs with the loveliest voice, who left Hob with many fond memories and stories to carry with him as he continued living.

"She looked after us both, in a fashion. Knew her way around the kitchen blindfolded and backwards—I'm very sure food was her love language. Always made sure the neighbors were fed if they needed and was just—she was really something, y'know? I'm glad I got to know her." Hob gives the dough a final roll with a flourish. "Stayed put until she passed, even though I was kind of pushing it for that lifetime. I didn't want to leave her behind when she had so little time left, especially when she'd been there for me after Jim died."

"Your kindness does you credit." Dream is warmed by the tale, by yet another glimpse of the man Hob had worked to become in the past century.

"Heh." Hob beams at him, and something low in Dream's stomach tightens marginally. "Anyway, Oma Franziska was always sharing recipes with us—sending her traditions forward, she called it—and I've kept 'em alive for her. This gingerbread is based on an older recipe, but she tinkered with it quite a lot and clearly she knew what she was about; these biscuits always get rave reviews." He turns, plucks two of the biscuit cutters from the jumble on the counter and presents them to Dream. "Here you go."

And for 🎓:

Dream shivers, makes that sound again, and leans back further on Hob's desk. His feet move from Hob's knees up to his shoulders, the sharp edges of the chunky heels digging in just a bit despite the thick wool of Hob's waistcoat. His knees fall wide and he scoots his arse that much closer to the edge of the desk, angling his crotch up so Hob can get at it better.

And Hob is not about to waste the opportunity.

He buries his face in Dream's knickers, mouthing at Dream through the lace with a happy little groan, warm breath and warm lips gently teasing his 'student'. "Tell me what you'd like," he murmurs, after running the tip of his tongue along the length of Dream's cock, kissing the head. "Tell me what you want me to do for you?"

He glances up to see Dream biting his lip, eyes half closed as he leans back, immersing himself in the part. "I sometimes open myself up with my favorite toy," he says, hesitantly, "then sit on it and pretend that I am. Speared, in your lap, while I jerk myself off."

"Then let's start with that," Hob breathes, dick twitching in his slacks. "Nice and easy, get you open and relaxed before we do anything else." He kisses Dream's cock through the lace again, one last time, then guides Dream's feet down from his shoulders and takes his hand to pull him upright and back to standing. He slides both hands up under Dream's skirt, hooks them in the waistband of his knickers, meets his eyes as Dream braces himself on Hob's shoulders.

"These will have to come off," he says, half-apologetically; it's a sin to lose them so soon.

But Dream, bless him, bites his ruby-red bottom lip and squeezes Hob's shoulders. "Can I suck you first, Professor?"

Make me write!

[coraxcrown]

[First sketch vs recent attempt]

My hand isn't cooperating with me rn, so it took me forever to get a decent sketch (artblock pls stay awayyyy)

[tharett]

Random old wips that I posted on Insta then immediately forgot about until recently 😼

I can't? Find the motivation to continue these (nuts) wips? But they are still pretty cute and wanted to share them here too 🫶🎀💕

(ALSO I GOT A JOB!!!!!🎉🎉

SO THAT MEANS MORE POSTPONED WORKS?? KINDA???? I'll try and get as many old drawings that I have so I can show you guys in the time being, until I get a solid, stable routine down jijijiji)

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[Esp]

Unos bocetos random que subí en el Insta y completamente se borro de mi memoria hasta ahora 😼

La neta no puedo encontrar la motivación para completar estos bocetos?? Pero son buen adorables y los quise compartir aquí comoquiera 🫶🎀💕

(ES MÁS, TENGO EMPLEO!!!! 🎉🎉

ESO SIGNIFICA QUE ABRAN MAS TRABAJOS EN ESPERA?? MAS O MENOS??? Trataré de buscar los cuantos bocetos viejos que tenga por lo mientras yo me acostumbre a la nueva rutina de mi vida jijijiji)

[majorbuckyegan]

Woke up at 3:45am with a full on clegan fic idea in my head and just needed to get it out lmao

He looked up from his drink as the seat next to him was suddenly occupied, finding John sat on the barstool next to him, just like he knew he would, "Hi, there."

"Hi." John said, a teasing smile crossing his own face, "Now, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"

He had to fight to keep the smile off his face at the ridiculous line, as well as the thick English accent that John had adopted for some reason, "Just having a drink, been a long day."

"Makes two of us, you mind a little company?" John asked, raising his glass in the bartender's direction before indicating to another round of drinks for them both.

He shook his head, "I could be convinced."

"Oh, I've gotta convince you, do I?" John asked with a grin, before holding a hand out to him, "Callum. And what do I call a pretty thing like you?"

He let his gaze slide from John to the map of Texas on the wall just behind him, quickly racking his brains for a name to give him, "Austin." He finally settled on as he looked at the map, shaking John's hand.

roleplaying fic anyone????

[aiyve-rose]

New Hyperfixation Unlocked: Whitepine

Experimenting with this brush by drawing Ivory skajdjs

[disniq]

JayTim roleplaying Titan's Tower???? Tell us more, please????

Hi there Anon, I'm so sorry for the delay answering this, Tumblr decided not to tell me it was there at all 😭

This is a crack fic idea that spawned from long rants with @azol-otl about how boring it is that all the Titans Tower fics are out of character in the exact same way lmao.

So you'd start out with the typical, super over the top descriptions of Jason dominating Tim under threat of violence, tying him up and taunting him, calling him weak and useless and "a real Robin would be able to stop me". Tim on his knees being towered over and made to feel small and helpless, and kinda Scared And Horny about it all and *very* embarrassed about that fact.

They fuck like that, all aggressive controlling Jason and pathetic Tim, and then in the afterglow, "you like that?" "You know I did. But that is not how I talk, babe" and it turns out they're roleplaying as each other and that's why it's so over the top ridiculous xD

[mr-laveau]

Now stick with me here, Love helping Des figure out how they like to be touched and kissed–not a big concept but one that actually gets my brain going

[bloodblossomtree]

The mysterious stranger

I did a redesigned of MCD Aaron lycan

cause why is he wearing a hoodie with a zip in medival Minecraft!!!!

I based him off of a barbarian and yes he's a wolf again cause I think it's cool and groovy hairy old dilf supremacy (I've since added more hair cause I forgot in these sketches)

[tj-dragonblade]

🎓🎓🎓 you have no idea how excited i am for this one omg

Ahh, thank you! You have no idea how much I want this one finished and ready to share already, lol. Here is a longer-ish snippet for these three 🎓, picking up directly after the last bit in the wip tag:

"Oh, sweetheart—" His cock surges in his trousers. "I'm not going to last if you put that pretty mouth on me, and then I won't be able to fuck you, not with my dick."

Dream pouts, looks absolutely torn. "I do want that. But I also want to taste you."

"Tell you what," Hob says, arousal singing in his gut. "Go ahead and take it out. Taste it if you like, I'll be strong. And you can decide how you want it from there."

"Yes, Professor," Dream breathes, eyes glowing, and folds to his knees between Hob's spread thighs. His hands move eagerly to Hob's fly and Hob slouches so he can unbuckle and unbutton and unzip and then Dream is pulling his trousers open around his ready cock, is nuzzling at him through his white cotton pants.

"Oh fuck," Hob breathes, as Dream's slender black-nailed fingers work their way inside the underwear to pull him carefully free. Then Dream has an eager hand wrapped around him and that delicate pink tongue is licking up the underside of his head, hesitant but curious. Like this truly is Dream's first time tasting cock.

Which is insane, given how often Hob has lost his load to the talents of Dream's mouth on him, but Dream does go all-in on roleplay and he's incredibly good at playing his part, at bringing his stories to life.

Dream licks him again, exactly like he's eating ice cream, and makes a delighted little sound. His eyes lift to Hob's, questioning, seeking a response, and his tongue flickers softly against Hob again.

"Oh sweetheart," Hob manages, flexing his dick so it bumps Dream's lip. He knows he's repeating himself but he can't help it. He slides a hand into Dream's hair, curls his fingers around the back of Dream's head, the slightest pressure urging him forward.

Dream leans in, eyes still on Hob's, makes another of those little sounds and licks with relish, then again, and again. Hob groans, strokes his fingertips against Dream's scalp, drowns for half a second in the blue of those eyes.

"Professor," Dream breathes, between licks, voice tight with excitement. "I want—I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me, but—but—" He whimpers, lips trembling, and then he dives onto Hob's cock, mouth closing around him just past the head. He whines, a needy little noise like a man starving at a feast, and starts working Hob's cock with convincingly inexperienced enthusiasm.

Hob bites his lip, tips his head back, panting out short little moans that are entirely authentic. Dream is so so good with his mouth, and it would be so easy to let go his control and let Dream make him come just like this. This isn't the Dreaming where he can get it up again instantly, though; he's got to pace himself, control himself, so that he lasts as long as Dream needs him to.

But lord, it's hard when Dream's on his knees in that outfit suckling at the head of his cock like he's never done it before.

He strokes both hands through Dream's hair, focuses on finding the words to move the fantasy forward. "Christ, Dream, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

Dream glances up at him, blushing, for god's sake, lips stretched red and rounded on his shaft and Hob groans. "We'll do whatever you want, it's your choice. But if what you want is for me to fuck you proper, I need you to stop."

Dream makes a pleading little noise of disappointment but draws off, licking his lips as he goes.

[REFINE - CLUNKY "It's fine if you just want to suck me off after all," Hob continues, catching his breath. "There's always next time, we don't have to do it all today."]

Dream nods, teeth sunk in his lower lip. "I want to sit on your cock," he says, and the heat in Hob's stomach curls sharp and sweet. "I want you in my mouth as well, but. I will leave it for a time when I am not so desperate to know the feel of you inside me." He sits back, rises fluidly to his feet and grabs Hob's hands, directs them up beneath his skirt to the waistband of his lacy knickers. "Take them off, Professor, please," he murmurs, the demure shyness in his face somewhat undercut by the heated gleam in his eyes.

Make me write!

[silverlavenderskull5]

Here's a WIP. im actually pretty proud of this sketch so far! Literally obsessed with drawing Karmor angry 😍

[d0rianw1lde]

Jingle jingle…anyone looking for an rp partner? Stranger things? Steddie? Gladiator even??? JINGLE JINGLE LOOK AT THIS DOODLE OF EMPEROR CARACALLA!! LOOK AT WHAT I’M WORKING ON!! JINGLE JINGLE ANYONE?

[tharett]

LOOK AT THEEEMMMM AUUGHHARHFHADRD [foams at the mouth]

Chat are we

Heh

Are we cool and fuck heavy with the furries kissing in the corner?

Should they kithJAHAHAH

[ESP]

MIRALOOSSSSS QUE LINDOSSSSSJABSHWHRV [le espuma el hocico]

Chat nos gusta

Jeje

Nos gusta y apreciamos a los furros besuqueandose en el rincón?

Deberían de besarseJAJAJAJA

[suzukiblu]

"when the earth is trembling at some new beginning / with the same sweet shock of when Adam first came" - "Be" by Hozier for not-wip but Wednesday

“Mmm,” Cassie says to herself, still just barely shivering with heat and little aftershocks of pleasure, little sparks tripping here and there under her skin, and debates if she actually wants to get off the toy or not. She should share, but . . . 

Well, Kon’s got Bart’s cock inside him and her cunt around him and she’s got a big thick toy to play with all she wants, and Bart and Tim seem busy with the bickering thing. So it’s fine, she decides lazily, and rocks her hips testingly as she gets her fingers back on her clit again and shivers harder. Everything feels so sensitive and she just still doesn’t feel done yet. 

She wonders how long Kon can actually hold out without coming. Wonders how he hasn’t come, after all this. 

Maybe just because a toy wouldn’t, she thinks, and bites her lip and rubs her clit at the thought. Maybe he won’t come until Bart pushes a “button” or his “batteries” run out or they adjust his “settings” or just tell him to. 

Maybe Bart actually will make a couple of speed scouts once they’re all done and just let them play with the toy for a while. 

Fuuuuuck, Cassie reflects as she rolls over and treasures that particular mental image, and rocks her hips a little more urgently without actually lifting off the toy and rubs her clit a little tighter and shivers and shivers and shudders about it while Bart and Tim keep bickering like an old married couple on swingers’ night. Depending on how long it takes them to get through that and how long it takes her to get off again, she might suggest one of them taking a ride too. Just to see how long the toy’s batteries last for it, is all. Not in the sense of trying to push Kon into safewording, obviously; just in the sense of how long he can actually keep himself from coming. 

Maybe he just thinks they’ll stop if he does, she thinks to herself.

Well, she's not ready to stop either.

[maenecoon]

monthly wip update to remind you that i'm alive and trying to work on some fics while bearing the crushing weight of college stress! have some corruption wikchay 💞

[azol-otl]

Okay, I gotta ask about the normalsonas lol

This is actually a wip I think will be a wip for a long while cause it's like. Too meaty for me at the moment but I'll get to the level needed eventually.

Okay so the context for this is that Jason and Tim (who are not in a relationship) are undercover as a young married couple Alvin Draper and Daniel "Danny" Cruz and get way too enveloped in their characters. Especially since unlike Tim and Jason, Alvin and Danny are allowed to be more vulnerable and open with their emotions.

The room is filled with breathy grunt and moans. The wet slap of skin a steady cadence as Danny thrusts into his husband. "Ah, ah— Da—Danny..." come the mouthwatering groans from under him. Danny loves it. Everything about this. He loves the weight in his heart and the desire that grows in him when Alvin lets go like this. It had scared him before, this monstrous need inside him. The hunger inside of him that wished to devour his husband. To lap at his sweat, to drink in the sounds coming from his mouth, to rip a hole into his husband so he can live inside him the way his husband has become the beating in Danny's chest. It always felt like too much. This craving. Just one more second. One more touch. Please, please he can quit when he wants but just give him more. Alvin's left hand sliders over Danny's and their fingers entwine, the metal of their rings, something both of them try their hardest to never take off, making a small clink. Alvin's stretches back, his head turning to see Danny's eyes and the thrumming of Danny's chest crescendos as his heart looks at him with a knowing smile. Alvin raises his right hand and wipes at Danny's face, brushing tears he hadn't felt fall. "My big crybaby," Alvin says, voice fond. "You know I can't help it," Danny defends weakly. He's always had emotions too big for his body.

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Current lineart go brrrr

👀👀👀 imma try and get three pics done today.

EDIT: why y'all ain't tell me yall couldn't see the pic at first lolol

Smh.. the background ain't supposed to be dark but as long as y'all can see it 😩 Imma see how coloring it goes 👀