#excineris

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“you should have told me.” despite her status as an ai, the emotion is THICK in athena’s voice. blue optics unwavering, the now-physical goddess stands before her former commander, staring up at him. every bit of her 4′10″ frame trembles. “you should have told someone, commander.”

@excineris​ | starter call

[strikecdr-a]

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@excineris | Send 💙 if you would ship our muses

SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA LEARN TO LOVE YOURSELF. 😩💖G o d tho. Good shit.I need to reply to everything tho, on here and discord. 

ALSO we should secure a Gabriel for the optional three player content l o lMaybe. 🤔

[fromtheshadcws]

@excineris said:  generate, maybe?? :)c

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”

Gabriel couldn’t keep the smirk out of his voice, even if he had been bothered to try - which in this case he very much wasn’t. There was just something delightful at the range of noises Jack made whenever Gabriel put his hands on him; from the reluctantly agreeable humming to moans that only grew in volume the longer Gabriel played him like the most beautiful instrument, mewling and groaning until he felt dizzy with it.

“I hope you don’t mind me joining you,” he continued, lips playing over the curve of Jack’s neck, mouthing at his pulse. He looked gorgeous like this; strong muscles flexing as Gabriel pulled his wrists a little further over his head, stretching him out under the hot shower. His own cock was pressing insistently against Jack’s back--

but he was a goddamn patient man. And teasing Jack’s ass with slippery-slick fingers, pressing in only a little until Jack wriggled and groaned, was too much fun to rush it.

“Or,” he drawled, teeth teasing the soft skin as he pressed himself closer against Jack, “would you like to finish your shower alone?”

[zhartha]

dfist if ur still doing the thing. roast me

words! || accepting

My Opinion on;

Character in general: I am a BIG fan of Doomfist, the one and only Mr. Akande, and I’ve often talked about how similar Zenyatta and Akande’s world views are ( even if in-game interactions tend to not be pleasant :/ smh ) ; but also he’s just a very interesting character? Like, WOW, I’m really glad he exists — and honestly I can go on for days about how he is my favorite character and how I wanna kiss him ;0;How they play them: Literally the only Akande I can see myself rping with ‘cause the dynamic we’ve made between Zenyatta and Akande is just so … integral to my character ?? When I think of Akande I think of your Akande and everything you’ve even written that I’ve read or what you’ve told me and it’s just ?? Good ?? Great ?? Michael Chu hire you??The Mun: Literally love you, you’re such a joy to see around tbh ?? On excineris or dfist or discord ?? ( I’m sorry you put up with my shit post but i will not apologize for the Doomfist Dab:tm: )  And it’s just a joy to know that you’re around and just! I’m going to repeat myself x8 because I’m incredibly proud of anything you do, whether it’s an rp thread or just a little update on your life and things be doing gucci ! 

Do I:

RP with them: yessWant to RP with them: yes more please

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

[greenxscarves]

@excineris

She nearly tripped on the last four steps to the first floor, not paying attention as she rummaged around in her handbag looking for her lighter. She found it, a ratty old thing covered in ancient stickers and paused at the door to tap out a cigarette. This was the first break she had taken in hours; needing to rest her eyes and give her system time to process what was hopefully going to be the right fix. 

The night air was cool, a welcome change from the frigid temperatures of the building. She left the door propped open with a brick, looking around for something to sit on. She spotted an old crate, and while she wasn’t keen on splinters, it was better than leaning against the wall or standing. It creaked ominously as she sat on it, lighter rasping as she tried to get a spark. As the flame caught and she brought it to her cupped hand, something next to the crate moved and she froze. 

Please don’t be a rat.

Slowly, she turned, hand falling away from her mouth as she saw a very familiar red visor. She let the lighter die. A rat would have been better. Just as slowly, she removed the cigarette from her mouth and tried to casually shove both under the thigh farthest from him. 

“Hullo.” 

[likepigsfortheslaughter]

👍 bc your hog is Hardened and Mean like he rightfully should be but hes also got so much depth and I love it all

Send 👍 with a reason you like my portrayal or send 👎 with a reason you don't.

sdhfkjhsdj I’m glad you like him being a big meanie aaa ♥ I love playing with that!

[crrypt]

“I’d just love to tie you up.”

                                                                                                                     OUH ( x )

the third night.

he tries not to shy away from his touch --- he’s trembling under his fingertips, shuddering each breath out in feverish huffs --- he’s closed eyes and knit brows, tense lines drawn sharp yet melting with his kisses. jack. it’s jack doting on his lips, reveling in their shared warmth ; he’s tangling up their legs yet he shows so much patience --- it’s jack driving his heart mad and his eyes to almost-tears. 

gabriel doesn’t understand. it’s so fucking difficult.

he doesn’t deserve the teeth dragging feather-light over his throat, or his adoring eyes --- they’re still the same stunning blue, even behind the haze of arousal. he chastizes himself --- for grinding back against his thigh, and for groaning his pleasure away, for egging him on --- he shouldn’t be enjoying it that much. his lovebites are blessings, but he can’t bear them like this --- oh, he longs to forget and be good for him, just this once.he shivers --- he nods like jack has promised him redemption. 

               “ with your belt. please. ”

[empactivating]

give this old man a kiss

come get hacker smooches !! [ specify if u want platonic instead ] || accepting !! [ 1 / howevermanyiwanttbh ? ]

      CLINK OF ICE THEN SURFACE MEETING GLASS as the woman finishes her drink && sets it down only to lean on an elbow against the counter – head tilting over to watch the man next to her with a grin on her lips. whether or not she wanted to ever admit she’s starting to enjoy hanging around him just for recreation – she’d have to be stupid to not admit he was attractive. both on a physical level && a mysterious one – not a mystery to herself, no, but the way he’s fooled the public. a fallen hero turned vigilante – what wasn’t exciting about that? another person who had to ice their own identity for a new one but in his case he wears a mask while she wears anonymity. 

      invisible to everyone but the eyes they choose to see them – && tonight they’re both visible.

      a hand reaches out – taking the drink he’s working on – as she leans up, close to him. one hand with the drink placed against the counter, the other moving up, nails brushing over his face – vulnerable, exposed. sombra is nothing if not unpredictable, living in the moment as she sees fits && taking what she wants with no prisoners – now is no different as she leans much closer, face hovering so tantalisingly, build up anticipation, before her lips press to his. it’s short – not short of passion – something teasing as a preview.

      ❝ te gustó, jack? ❞