Reblog if your muse is open for polyamory ships
(This is not meant as a tool to guilt-trip roleplayers into unwanted ships. It’s simply meant as an easy way to confirm to your followers which ships your muse’s character would be up to.)
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Reblog if your muse is open for polyamory ships
(This is not meant as a tool to guilt-trip roleplayers into unwanted ships. It’s simply meant as an easy way to confirm to your followers which ships your muse’s character would be up to.)
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[ Roady knows the best way to get Rat to take a bath is to get in himself first *wink wonk* ]
" I want you to lift me up, and make me feel weightless, lose all control of my body to you, as you use me to your satisfaction..."
“...Hnn, Rat maybe? Not a lot of folks would be alright with me using em, but that sounds like something he’d suggest.”
Send IC naughty fantasies that your muse wants to do to/with my muse and my muse will try to guess who it’s from.
Ask my muse invasive questions! Nothing is off limits and they have to answer honestly-
No matter how uncomfortable they are! Happy TMI Tuesday~
NSFW Prompts
"Whipped cream or chocolate sauce?"
"Come sit on my lap."
"I can't stop thinking about your hands on me."
"My thighs can be your earmuffs."
"God, you look good."
"Come here, baby."
"Come here, daddy."
"Give me a kiss."
"Your mouth looks great all pink and swollen."
"I could really use a fuck right now."
"We can take a quick shower."
"I could give you a massage, if you want."
"Please?"
"You're so cute I could just eat you up."
"Would you prefer lingerie or a collar?"
"Hey, I'm open minded."
"Are you sure that's safe?"
"Silk or lace?"
"I want to be sore."
"I don't have a gag reflex."
"What flavour condom do you like?"
"We have time to kill; you know what that means."
"Beg for it."
"You look super hot from down here."
"You look super hot from up here."
"Someone's happy to see me."
boomgoestheriptire:
Jamie jumps in surprise at the touch and looks up at Mako with wide eyes. “R-roadie?” He says his voice shaking. He nods and climbs out of the closet. He’s shaking all over as he looks to Roadhog. “H-how was yer m-mission?” He asks.
"Went fine, nothing much to tell about it." He shrugged and moved to take a seat on the bed. Grabbing a bag and starting to pull out some snacks he'd gotten for them on the way back. "Come on, take what ya want. Drinks for you to." He huffed some, reaching over to the stereo between their bed and turning on whatever to help lessen the sounds of the storm. "Holdin up ok here without me?"
boomgoestheriptire:
As Roadhog speaks, a loud crack of thunder rings through the room. Giving a hint as to why the smaller junket is missing. He’s terrified of thunder. If roadhog listens carefully he can hear a small whimper from the closet where Jamie is hiding wrapped up in some of roadhog a shirts that he’s knocked off the hangers. He’s got his eyes screwed shut and is covering his ears to block out the thunder, unknowingly blocking out roadhog a voice too.
The sound only earned a blink from the larger of the pair, a grumbled and indiscernible little sound escaping him as he made his way to the others hiding spot. "Ey, I'm back." He managed in the tone that passed for soft when it came to Mako. Reaching a hand down to just barley touch his shoulder. Something to help him focus on things other than the storm outside. "Come on outta there."
Necessary comfort
@gettinxthexhook
It’s a day like any other on the Overwatch base, exxcept that outside it’s pouring rain, not to mention the pretty crazy thunder and lightening. Most people would pay no mind to it and just go about their day inside, but not Jamie.
Jamie is curled up in a tiny ball in the corner of his closet, covering his ears, trying to desperately trying to block out the sound of thunder. He hates the sound. It just brings him straight back to that day. The one he never wants to remember again as long as he lives.
He wishes he had someone to talk to about this stuff but at the same time he doesn’t want anyoneto know about his past.
It wasn't unusual these days for the Junkers to find themselves apart. Different missions that only called for one of them happened often enough, and though they shared a room still there wasn't the same need for him to have his eye on Jamison constantly like before they joined up. Currently he was heading back from his last mission, having stopped off for some food with Lucio on the way at the others insistence. Most of the folks here were ok -not all great, but pretty ok.
Still, he was glad to get back to his partner. Giving a brief farwell to the DJ before heading back into their room and finding.. nothing? that was weird. They spent more time apart these days sure, but most times Jamie was still waiting for him here when he was due back from a mission. He sat the bag of treats he'd brought, as well as a pair of drinks he'd gotten for the two of them on the little stand beside the bed and started looking around for his smaller partner.
Tugging the mask up enough that he could talk without being overly muffled - though his gruff voice wasn't all that much easier on the ears. "Ey.... Jamison you here? " He managed with a grunt, starting to poke his head around seeking out the blond
"Tell me," Hanzo kept his gaze steady on the junker, "how do you survive, knowing you will never be welcomed back to the place you called home?"
Well shit, now that was a weirdly personal question. Not the normal sort of personal either, this one was a lot deeper than those tended to be. But then he was facing a question from Hanzo, he supposed it made sense. “My Home? Look, once things fell apart It stopped being my home. It’s just a place now. Home means a lot more than just a stretch of dirt and mines gone, so yeah. Pretty easy not to worry about it now.” @seethroughdragoneyes
A note about shipping with me
I probably already ship it
not that I deliberately start rp'ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it
you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay
I will never pressure you into a ship
if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior
if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.
that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.
ships are usually in their own seperate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.
if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life
xoxox i love you bbies
aoiryuujinshimada replied to your post “[ Roady could use hugs and maybe offerings of food right now]”
//hugs and offers cake.
[ He shall give his little samurai and gentle squeeze and never turns down cake. Cake is amazing~.]
badtothebomb replied to your post “[ Roady could use hugs and maybe offerings of food right now]”
//hugs his tum
[Yes good. Rat is his favorite hugger, even if its more like clinging sometimes XD ]
gettinxthexhook
“People like gossip I guess.” The larger man grumbled with a shrug of his shoulders. “You care that much what people think?”
Hanzo snorted, “I have a reputation and my honor to uphold!”
“That shits too much work.” A clearly off hand comment, but then Roadhog had swallowed any hope of a 'good’ reputation a long time back. More so, he couldn’t say much for his outlaw reputation either considering who he was working with these days. “Long as you know what you do and can deal with that, rest don’t matter. I’d be more upset cause 'thot’ is just a gross word. Gross to say, gross to hear.”
seethroughdragoneyes:
“Well apparently you are one of the first to not care.”
“People like gossip I guess.” The larger man grumbled with a shrug of his shoulders. “You care that much what people think?”
[continued from here] @seethroughdragoneyes “Don’t have to explain to me. I don’t care who you fuck.”