HunksRP

Closed Starter || @stuffandthangsandangelwings

After a grueling training session with Steve and Bucky, Peter was standing in the open shared showers inside the locker rooms of the Avenger's tower under the steaming hot water letting his muscles relax. He wasn't used to such intense and heavy lifting of training even when it came to the hand to hand combat training Bucky had put Peter through.

That's how they find him. Bucky whistled looking him over. " Well don't you look cozy. " he stated. Steve walked over and kissed him. " Hungry ? We got you some food."

Peter kissed Steve back and rolled his eyes at Bucky. "Not at the moment but I did get you two something. It's in on the bed," Peter replied, kissing Steve again.

Steve grinned. " You're so sweet, baby." Bucky moved putting the food in the fridge before coming back over to kiss him deeply. " Thanks for getting us gifts. We'll go check them out." With that they make their way into the bedroom. They laugh at first but then they tried them on.

Peter kissed Bucky and remained relaxing on the couch in his boyfriends' shirts.

They go to try their gifts coming out in them. " What do you think ?" Steve asked with a smile as Bucky flexed. "

"I made the right choices for you both and you both look hot," Peter answers, sitting up on the couch properly and looking Steve and Bucky up and down. Peter's cock starts to get hard.

Dacre gasped and moaned, gripping Howell's hair again and tugging on it again.

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The writer hummed against his entrance, his tongue lapping over it before pushing in. His hands squeezed and kneaded at the plump flesh as he devoured Dacre.

Dacre moaned more, back arching as his cock throbbed more and leaked even more precum onto Howell's hair.

CLOSED RP WITH @damienstarrk

It was another perfect day on the floating island of Animaria, a planet, island, lost to time, over the last 3,000 years. The Rangers; Cole Evans, Taylor Earhardt, Max Cooper, Danny Delgado, Alyssa Enrilé, and Andy were all busy training, with Princess Shayla watching them, enjoying the way the group had became a family. Amy Lynn Heart, age 22, was a beautiful woman; most people often joked that if a stray beam of the sun, had decided to become human, that’s the kind of beauty Amy possessed. Amy Heart was a good girl; she was born and bred in the South to two Midwestern parents; Becky and Tom Heart. Her mother was the youngest of seven children to Madeline and William Callahan, and they hailed from Peoria, Illinois. Her father, Thomas, was the second oldest son, third oldest of six children, born in Muskegon, Michigan to Barbara and Kenneth Heart, before moving to Beaufort, South Carolina at 15. Her parents married, and seven years and five months later, had Amy. Amy stood at an even height of 5’5” and weighed 165 pounds. Her skin was a fair color, almost taking on a porcelain like texture in the sun light. She had model like legs. Her face was round and she had perfect eyebrows, slightly almond shaped eyes, a button nose, and full but soft and natural pink lips. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with freckles that dot across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were a gorgeous and natural green color, like a cross between jade or emerald color. Her hair was a pretty cross between a dirty/dark blonde or very very light brown color. They were set in perfect curls, shaped like springs, soft and natural to the touch; Amy was currently dressed in jean shorts, a pair of boating shoes, and a tank top, over a bathing suit, getting some water and suds ready in different buckets, in order to help wash the Zords, whistling a tune. The truth was, Amy had been adopted as a baby, but she looked so much like her adoptive parents, no one had the heart to tell her the truth of her adoption. She had been brought to the island when Andy had been and had remained splitting time between this world and her own. “Morning everyone. I’m gonna go wash some of the Zords, should I start with the Shark or the Lion? Whose zord is the dirtiest?” She jokes with a soft southern lit to her voice. She cared for the Zords like real animals which also meant they got baths every now and then, it was something she didn’t mind doing.

"Uh you should probably start with the bear brothers. They've been rolling around in the mud." Andy replied, looking up from where he and Danny were cooking breakfast. "You need to eat first though Amy."

"My dear himbos. You really don't know why somebody would wanna hurt the Power Rangers?" Andy asked rhetorically with a soft chuckle.

Amy laughs weakly, smiling as she sits up. She whimpers slightly, arms still hurting from the chemical burns, but she moves and something falls from her bag. A marble, with an animal in it. She remembers finding it years ago when she was by the ocean. “Hey guys? What does the Zord marble look like?”

"Did the poison affect your brain Amy? You've seen all of ours before. Why?" Andy asks, sauntering over to Amy while taking his suit helmet off.

Amy holds up the marble, a gorgeous blue color, with swirls of green and white, inside was something that looked like an orca whale, and it seemed to chirp and call, like the essence of the ocean itself was calling to her, responding to her like it was bonded to her and her soul. “Because I think I have a lost Zord.”

"Honestly was only a matter of time bestie," Andy replied, inspecting the orb she was holding.

"How long have you had that?" Danny asked, adjusting his glasses.

“Since I was four or five? Andy ans his dads took us to the ocean over summer break and I was by á lagoon area and found it buried in the sand. I always assumed it was dea glass, Orcas are my favorite animal and I always laughed when I saw the orca. I didn’t think it was a Zord, why would I? Nothing here screams Power Ranger, and even if it did, why this particular Zord? What makes the Orca Zord so special that it willingly chose me? Have y’ll met me?”

"You dove head first into a polluted and toxic lake without any protection and care for a lot of animals," Andy comments.

Danny adds a nod of agreement. "Looks like we have a new team member."

fagbxys

open starter! open to: men, younger tops and/or bottoms, 18+ plot: Y/M is dating vincent's daughter. there's always been tension between them even though they both know how wrong it is. Y/M has come over under the illusion that he's looking for vincent's daughter but she's out of town and they both know that but now they're alone, exactly how Y/M wanted it.

Vincent had spent the last three years convincing himself that the tension with his daughter's boyfriend was one-sided. That he was just reading into casual touches and lingering glances that actually meant nothing at all. But two hours after his daughter had gone out of town, Vincent looked up from the couch to see the younger man walking into the living room.

"What are you doing here?" Vincent asked through a casual laugh, standing up. "You know Jessica is out of town for the weekend." The older man's brows furrowed, the confusion on his face crystal clear.

"Is this the weekend she said she was going away? I didn't realize," Axel replied as he stood in front of Vincent in his living room. Axel had on a Captain America themed Disney sports jersey and some baggy black sweatpants. "Ya kicking me out then since she isn't here?" Axel asked with a slight head tilt to the right, eyeing Vincent up and down.

#muse: Axel #test muses

calisverse

SPICE GIF BASED PROMPTS / MEMES PART TWO.

spice and nsfw roleplay meme based around gifs detailed different situations. send a number and a couple (ff / mm / fm), receiver will write a starter based around the gifs sent. this meme is nsfw and contains graphic sex*al content, do not interact with this if you are a minor. gifs were found on google images and searches.

FF / MM / MF

Closed Starter || @stuffandthangsandangelwings

After a grueling training session with Steve and Bucky, Peter was standing in the open shared showers inside the locker rooms of the Avenger's tower under the steaming hot water letting his muscles relax. He wasn't used to such intense and heavy lifting of training even when it came to the hand to hand combat training Bucky had put Peter through.

That's how they find him. Bucky whistled looking him over. " Well don't you look cozy. " he stated. Steve walked over and kissed him. " Hungry ? We got you some food."

Peter kissed Steve back and rolled his eyes at Bucky. "Not at the moment but I did get you two something. It's in on the bed," Peter replied, kissing Steve again.

Steve grinned. " You're so sweet, baby." Bucky moved putting the food in the fridge before coming back over to kiss him deeply. " Thanks for getting us gifts. We'll go check them out." With that they make their way into the bedroom. They laugh at first but then they tried them on.

Peter kissed Bucky and remained relaxing on the couch in his boyfriends' shirts.

CLOSED RP WITH @damienstarrk

It was another perfect day on the floating island of Animaria, a planet, island, lost to time, over the last 3,000 years. The Rangers; Cole Evans, Taylor Earhardt, Max Cooper, Danny Delgado, Alyssa Enrilé, and Andy were all busy training, with Princess Shayla watching them, enjoying the way the group had became a family. Amy Lynn Heart, age 22, was a beautiful woman; most people often joked that if a stray beam of the sun, had decided to become human, that’s the kind of beauty Amy possessed. Amy Heart was a good girl; she was born and bred in the South to two Midwestern parents; Becky and Tom Heart. Her mother was the youngest of seven children to Madeline and William Callahan, and they hailed from Peoria, Illinois. Her father, Thomas, was the second oldest son, third oldest of six children, born in Muskegon, Michigan to Barbara and Kenneth Heart, before moving to Beaufort, South Carolina at 15. Her parents married, and seven years and five months later, had Amy. Amy stood at an even height of 5’5” and weighed 165 pounds. Her skin was a fair color, almost taking on a porcelain like texture in the sun light. She had model like legs. Her face was round and she had perfect eyebrows, slightly almond shaped eyes, a button nose, and full but soft and natural pink lips. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with freckles that dot across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were a gorgeous and natural green color, like a cross between jade or emerald color. Her hair was a pretty cross between a dirty/dark blonde or very very light brown color. They were set in perfect curls, shaped like springs, soft and natural to the touch; Amy was currently dressed in jean shorts, a pair of boating shoes, and a tank top, over a bathing suit, getting some water and suds ready in different buckets, in order to help wash the Zords, whistling a tune. The truth was, Amy had been adopted as a baby, but she looked so much like her adoptive parents, no one had the heart to tell her the truth of her adoption. She had been brought to the island when Andy had been and had remained splitting time between this world and her own. “Morning everyone. I’m gonna go wash some of the Zords, should I start with the Shark or the Lion? Whose zord is the dirtiest?” She jokes with a soft southern lit to her voice. She cared for the Zords like real animals which also meant they got baths every now and then, it was something she didn’t mind doing.

"Uh you should probably start with the bear brothers. They've been rolling around in the mud." Andy replied, looking up from where he and Danny were cooking breakfast. "You need to eat first though Amy."

"My dear himbos. You really don't know why somebody would wanna hurt the Power Rangers?" Andy asked rhetorically with a soft chuckle.

Amy laughs weakly, smiling as she sits up. She whimpers slightly, arms still hurting from the chemical burns, but she moves and something falls from her bag. A marble, with an animal in it. She remembers finding it years ago when she was by the ocean. “Hey guys? What does the Zord marble look like?”

"Did the poison affect your brain Amy? You've seen all of ours before. Why?" Andy asks, sauntering over to Amy while taking his suit helmet off.

Amy holds up the marble, a gorgeous blue color, with swirls of green and white, inside was something that looked like an orca whale, and it seemed to chirp and call, like the essence of the ocean itself was calling to her, responding to her like it was bonded to her and her soul. “Because I think I have a lost Zord.”

"Honestly was only a matter of time bestie," Andy replied, inspecting the orb she was holding.

"How long have you had that?" Danny asked, adjusting his glasses.

Closed Starter || @stuffandthangsandangelwings

After a grueling training session with Steve and Bucky, Peter was standing in the open shared showers inside the locker rooms of the Avenger's tower under the steaming hot water letting his muscles relax. He wasn't used to such intense and heavy lifting of training even when it came to the hand to hand combat training Bucky had put Peter through.

That's how they find him. Bucky whistled looking him over. " Well don't you look cozy. " he stated. Steve walked over and kissed him. " Hungry ? We got you some food."

Peter kissed Steve back and rolled his eyes at Bucky. "Not at the moment but I did get you two something. It's in on the bed," Peter replied, kissing Steve again.

CLOSED RP WITH @damienstarrk

It was another perfect day on the floating island of Animaria, a planet, island, lost to time, over the last 3,000 years. The Rangers; Cole Evans, Taylor Earhardt, Max Cooper, Danny Delgado, Alyssa Enrilé, and Andy were all busy training, with Princess Shayla watching them, enjoying the way the group had became a family. Amy Lynn Heart, age 22, was a beautiful woman; most people often joked that if a stray beam of the sun, had decided to become human, that’s the kind of beauty Amy possessed. Amy Heart was a good girl; she was born and bred in the South to two Midwestern parents; Becky and Tom Heart. Her mother was the youngest of seven children to Madeline and William Callahan, and they hailed from Peoria, Illinois. Her father, Thomas, was the second oldest son, third oldest of six children, born in Muskegon, Michigan to Barbara and Kenneth Heart, before moving to Beaufort, South Carolina at 15. Her parents married, and seven years and five months later, had Amy. Amy stood at an even height of 5’5” and weighed 165 pounds. Her skin was a fair color, almost taking on a porcelain like texture in the sun light. She had model like legs. Her face was round and she had perfect eyebrows, slightly almond shaped eyes, a button nose, and full but soft and natural pink lips. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with freckles that dot across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were a gorgeous and natural green color, like a cross between jade or emerald color. Her hair was a pretty cross between a dirty/dark blonde or very very light brown color. They were set in perfect curls, shaped like springs, soft and natural to the touch; Amy was currently dressed in jean shorts, a pair of boating shoes, and a tank top, over a bathing suit, getting some water and suds ready in different buckets, in order to help wash the Zords, whistling a tune. The truth was, Amy had been adopted as a baby, but she looked so much like her adoptive parents, no one had the heart to tell her the truth of her adoption. She had been brought to the island when Andy had been and had remained splitting time between this world and her own. “Morning everyone. I’m gonna go wash some of the Zords, should I start with the Shark or the Lion? Whose zord is the dirtiest?” She jokes with a soft southern lit to her voice. She cared for the Zords like real animals which also meant they got baths every now and then, it was something she didn’t mind doing.

"Uh you should probably start with the bear brothers. They've been rolling around in the mud." Andy replied, looking up from where he and Danny were cooking breakfast. "You need to eat first though Amy."

"My dear himbos. You really don't know why somebody would wanna hurt the Power Rangers?" Andy asked rhetorically with a soft chuckle.

Amy laughs weakly, smiling as she sits up. She whimpers slightly, arms still hurting from the chemical burns, but she moves and something falls from her bag. A marble, with an animal in it. She remembers finding it years ago when she was by the ocean. “Hey guys? What does the Zord marble look like?”

"Did the poison affect your brain Amy? You've seen all of ours before. Why?" Andy asks, sauntering over to Amy while taking his suit helmet off.

Closed Starter || @stuffandthangsandangelwings

After a grueling training session with Steve and Bucky, Peter was standing in the open shared showers inside the locker rooms of the Avenger's tower under the steaming hot water letting his muscles relax. He wasn't used to such intense and heavy lifting of training even when it came to the hand to hand combat training Bucky had put Peter through.

His super soldiers come in about an hour later. Their own bags in hand. Both chatting animatedly. The date had been a success.

Peter was relaxing on the couch in one of Steve's baggy shirts with one of Bucky's tank tops under neath but nothing else on.

CLOSED RP WITH @damienstarrk

It was another perfect day on the floating island of Animaria, a planet, island, lost to time, over the last 3,000 years. The Rangers; Cole Evans, Taylor Earhardt, Max Cooper, Danny Delgado, Alyssa Enrilé, and Andy were all busy training, with Princess Shayla watching them, enjoying the way the group had became a family. Amy Lynn Heart, age 22, was a beautiful woman; most people often joked that if a stray beam of the sun, had decided to become human, that’s the kind of beauty Amy possessed. Amy Heart was a good girl; she was born and bred in the South to two Midwestern parents; Becky and Tom Heart. Her mother was the youngest of seven children to Madeline and William Callahan, and they hailed from Peoria, Illinois. Her father, Thomas, was the second oldest son, third oldest of six children, born in Muskegon, Michigan to Barbara and Kenneth Heart, before moving to Beaufort, South Carolina at 15. Her parents married, and seven years and five months later, had Amy. Amy stood at an even height of 5’5” and weighed 165 pounds. Her skin was a fair color, almost taking on a porcelain like texture in the sun light. She had model like legs. Her face was round and she had perfect eyebrows, slightly almond shaped eyes, a button nose, and full but soft and natural pink lips. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with freckles that dot across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were a gorgeous and natural green color, like a cross between jade or emerald color. Her hair was a pretty cross between a dirty/dark blonde or very very light brown color. They were set in perfect curls, shaped like springs, soft and natural to the touch; Amy was currently dressed in jean shorts, a pair of boating shoes, and a tank top, over a bathing suit, getting some water and suds ready in different buckets, in order to help wash the Zords, whistling a tune. The truth was, Amy had been adopted as a baby, but she looked so much like her adoptive parents, no one had the heart to tell her the truth of her adoption. She had been brought to the island when Andy had been and had remained splitting time between this world and her own. “Morning everyone. I’m gonna go wash some of the Zords, should I start with the Shark or the Lion? Whose zord is the dirtiest?” She jokes with a soft southern lit to her voice. She cared for the Zords like real animals which also meant they got baths every now and then, it was something she didn’t mind doing.

"Uh you should probably start with the bear brothers. They've been rolling around in the mud." Andy replied, looking up from where he and Danny were cooking breakfast. "You need to eat first though Amy."

"My dear himbos. You really don't know why somebody would wanna hurt the Power Rangers?" Andy asked rhetorically with a soft chuckle.

Dacre rolled over and propped himself up on his hands and knees on the bed. "Mmm give it to me, Howell."

ang3lmoans

Howell didn't waste time and spread the man open. He spit on his exposed entrance before buring his face between Darce’s cheeks. His tongue glided over the puckered muscle.