Hello ! I don't really have a name name but I'm 19 yo it/they looking for some partners to roleplay with from various fandoms !! Notably Hermitcraft , DSMP , Valorant , Overwatch , ect . I'd prefer my roleplay partners to be 18+ please just because it makes me more comfortable as an adult :)
more info on who i write , ships , plus my discord ⇣
(I'm not opposed to most ships so just ask if you want a specific one or even if there might be a fandom I haven't mentioned here you are interested in , I also do ocs . )
I perfer my partners to be 18+ so we could add sexual roleplay to our plots and ideas , it also makes me more comfortable as a 19 year old to have a partner above age .
Kinks: Public Sex , Humilation , Impregnation , Dubious Consent , Bondage , Oral Fixtation , Omorashi , Edging , Over Stimulation , Degradtion , Praise , Object Insertion , Pet Play , Spanking , ect .
Like before if there is something you are interested in not listed just ask . I'm not super picky about these things and I do not expect sexual roleplay immediately or at all . The option , however , is nice to have . Also , I do perfer the submissive role in these things , I can subtop or dombottom but not domtop , thank you for understanding .
I'm also more than open for alternate universes , ocs , supers heros , medieval , I love that shit . Also as a transmasc some characters I write will be transed based on how I'm feeling .
Finally !
add my discord to write/discuss: voidedfern#8997 <3
“How much longer?” Zarya didn’t look back at Lynx17, keeping her eyes on the war-torn landscape out the window. She’d never been this deep into enemy territory, and certainly never this close to the Siberian Omnium. They were in what used to be an office building, long since abandoned, but with enough undamaged electronics to get what they needed.
“I think I’ve almost got it,” Lynx17 worked at the console, their synthetic fingers tapping against the keyboard.
A keyboard! An actual, physical keyboard, not a holopad. And Lynx17 was plugged into the tower with a physical wire. A USB cable, they had said. There was no monitor or holoprojector, but Lynx17 said they didn’t need one while directly interfacing. Zarya wondered how long this place had been abandoned for it to have such old tech. Old or not, if Lynx17 could get the data they needed, it might be enough evidence for the both of them to end this fake war.
“Almost there…just need to copy the files and–” Lynx17 cut off with burst of static.
Zarya snapped her head over to see the omnic stiffen.
“What? What is it?”
“I’ve tripped an alarm!” Their fingers flew faster over the keyboard.
“You what? We have to go!”
“No, I almost have it! I just need another seventy-eight seconds and I’ll have the data!”
“We don’t have the time!” Zarya hefted up the particle cannon.
“If we leave now, everything we done will have been for nothing!”
“If we don’t leave now, we are going to get killed!”
“You don’t–” Lynx17 cut off, their antennae lifting like a rabbit picking up a sound. “They’re coming. Hide! Under the desk!”
“If we kill them, they can’t send reinforcements!”
“If you don’t kill them fast enough, they’ll send out a signal for reinforcements and we’ll have to fight all the way back to the Front!”
Zarya hesitated.
“Hurry!”
She let out a growl of frustration, but clambered under the desk beside Lynx17. They barely fit, Zarya’s muscular form taking up most of the space, with Lynx17 pressed against her, the cable still connected to them as they frantically kept downloading. Finally, Zarya heard a faint hum, growing louder with each second.
“Don’t…move…” Lynx17 whispered, and went deathly still in the way that only a machine could.
Zarya raised the collar on her heavy parka to cover her nose and mouth and fell silent, focusing on holding still. The mechanical humming grew louder, high and shrill. Zarya couldn’t see the door from this angle, but a shadow passed across the floor and stopped.
The monotone hum continued, and a red beam of light passed through the room. Zarya tensed and tightened her grip on her particle cannon. Lynx17 closed their fingers over hers, and Zarya flicked her gaze in their direction. As an omnic, they couldn’t express emotion with their face, but she’d been with Lynx17 long enough to understand what the motion meant.
Please. Please don’t. Please trust me.
Zarya remained still. The beam of light passed over the desk, then shut off. The enemy omnic drone churned with a groaning, whirring noise, then left the room. They remained motionless until the humming faded into the distance, the drone returning to its patrol path. Zarya relaxed her grip and sighed.
“…Thank you,” Lynx17 squeezed back out from under the desk and unplugged the USB from their neck. “I’ve got the data we need. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
They offered a hand to help Zarya to her feet.
“I couldn’t agree more.” She accepted Lynx17’s cold, metal hand.
How strange it was, Zarya thought as they started the long, dangerous trek back to the Front. All this time she spent fighting omnics, and it was one rabbit-eared sarcastic omnic she trusted more than anyone else.
