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prpfs · 1 year

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Okay, let's try this one more time! I'm 21F looking for a fandom roleplay! I mostly roleplay OC x CC, and yes, I am open to doubling as I much prefer doing so. The only form of CC x CC I would be interested in is crackships or problematic ships.

I prefer roleplays to be semi lit to literature, but NEVER novella as I don't want me or you to get burned out. I also enjoy OOC Chats, aesthetic/mood board sharing and headcanon sharing, so it would be nice if we can partake in that as well.

As for the fandoms I'm looking to roleplay, the list is below along with the characters that I would like to roleplay against. The characters in bold are who I prefer, but are DEFINITELY NOT required to play as.

The Last of Us/The Last of Us Part Two - Ellie, Dina or Abby.

Chainsaw Man - Power, Kobeni, Himeno, Makima or Reze.

Arcane: League of Legends - Vi, Caitlyn or Jinx.

The Legend of Vox Machina - Pike, Keyleth or Vex.

Helluva Boss - Octavia or Verosika.

Kingdom Hearts - Larxene, Namine, Xion or Aqua.

Attack on Titan (HEAVILY PREFER AUs) - Mikasa, Annie, Historia or Sasha.

Wednesday - Enid or Wednesday.

If you are interested, please add me on Discord at unluckiestmember#9812 🫀

unluckiestmember#9812

#last of us roleplay #chainsaw man rp #arcane league of legends #the legend of vox machina #helluva boss rp #kingdom hearts rp #attack on titan rp #wednesday rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #ocxcc #cc x cc

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roleplayexplorer · 1 year

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🌱 Hi hello 👋 I’m Lumina, I’m 23, use she/her pronouns and am looking for some fandom role plays today!

Some of the requirements I have for writing with me are as follows:

- be 18+. I will not write with minors!!

- be comfortable with smut

- be comfortable with fxm ships and ocxcanon

- be comfortable with chatting ooc, sharing headcanons, art, playlists, all that fun stuff!!

- No one liners, please be literate!!

So some fandoms and their characters I’m looking for include:

- the last of us: Joel miller (🥰)

- star wars: Anakin skywalker (🥰), Ben solo/Kylo Ren, Obi-wan Kenobi

- Haikyuu!!: Atsumu Miya (🥰), Bokuto Koutaro, Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei

- Genshin Impact: Kaeya (🥰), Childe/Tartaglia, Diluc

- Ensemble Stars: Koga Oogami (🥰), Kaoru Hakaze, Rei Sakuma, Mika Kagehira, Rinne Amagi

- BBCs Merlin: Gwaine (🥰), Lancelot, Leon, Percival

- Stranger things: Billy Hargrove (🥰), Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson (🥰)

I’m cool with using irl or anime faceclaims depending on the verse!!

I only write on discord!!

Please like this post or directly message me on tumblr if you’re interested! 💋

Interact or dm them if interested!

#oc x cc rp #oc x canon roleplay #oc x canon rp #oc roleplay #oc rp #genshin impact roleplay #last of us roleplay #star wars roleplay #haikyuu roleplay #stranger things roleplay #bbc merlin rp #ensemble stars rp #spicy rp #discord roleplay #discord #discord rp

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arcadiaroleplay · 1 year

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LAST OF US HBO RP!?

Hello! I’m looking for someone who will double up with me! Oc x cc!

I can play any cannon character from the last of us game and show! But I’m mostly looking to do a show Rp!

I’d like to rp on discord because it’s the only app that I’m really active on! And I’ll show you my oc and stuff!

I’ll be looking for a Bill to be paired with my oc! Not romantic! Just a father and daughter type relationship! Again I can be anyone for your oc!

Message me if interested!

#last of us rp #last of us #last of us hbo rp #lastofusrp #last of us Roleplay #roleplay

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sailormeeks · 1 year

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Heyo! F 21 here looking for someone to roleplay the following characters from shows and games, I will be playing my oc if thays okay, mainly because thats what I’m more comfortable with. I can also play other characters as well when needed, we can discuss plot and genre when talking about it. All characters are 18+

Vi from arcane

Chloe price from life is strange

Ellie from the last of us (part 2)

Rhea ripley (I know it’s not a show or game but like come on how could you not 😩)

I’ll probably add more later on when I can think of more :) if interested please feel free to dm so we can discuss! I’m open to doing on discord as well :)

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hucklewrites · 2 months

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Going to give this another shot. 30-year-old female roleplayer and writer looking for 21+ muns to write Dina/Ellie from TLoU Part II. This is a new-ish fandom for me so I'm not fussed about playing one character over the other, but I will not write with OCs - it's these two or nothing. I'm flexible when it comes to 'verses, though; I guess I have a slight preference for canon and "AU Lite" plots within the LoU universe, but I also wouldn't say no to going outside of that. I could absolutely be persuaded with a good premise. But no matter what 'verse, please come with ideas! There's a lot we haven't seen in canon, and if we go the AU route, the world is our oyster. I'm less concerned about plot/context/'verse and more interested in delving into the minds of these characters with other people who want to do the same.

I'd consider myself "advanced literate" and I've been in the rpc for 20+ years. This means I tend to do more than one paragraph per reply, but that being said I won't get upset as long as your replies have substance. Quality over quantity and all that. However, I will require a sample of your writing for chemistry purposes (it does not have to be TLoU-related - links to old rp accounts, docs, etc. are totally fine). I prefer Discord over Tumblr, but I could be persuaded to stay on this hellsite if everything else is golden. Also note that while I imagine we will get into NSFW stuff (have you seen these two?), it isn't my focus. I'm happy to accommodate/honor people's triggers and I love love LOVE ooc chatting about characters, headcanons, etc. - but I'd like IC threads to have momentum in addition to that!

Please interact if interested and I'll reach out!

🦋🌿

(Some writing samples of my own: x, x, and x. Don't @ me, I did a LOT of HP writing back in the day - the second and third are links to HP characters, so feel free to skip.)

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nightprompts · 1 year

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&. 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( inspired from the pun book from the last of us, here are some dialogue prompts of various puns. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ for a fungi to grow you must give it as mushroom as possible. ❜

❛ it doesn't matter how much you push the envelope. it'll still be stationary. ❜

❛ what did the mermaid wear to her math class? an algae bra. ❜

❛ people are making apocalypse jokes like there's no tomorrow. ❜

❛ why did the scarecrow get an award? he was outstanding in his field. ❜

❛ what did the triangle say to the circle? you're so pointless. ❜

❛ a book just fell on my head, i only have my shelf to blame. ❜

❛ i tried to catch some fog earlier. i mist. ❜

❛ i stayed up all night wondering where the sun went. then it dawned on me. ❜

❛ diarrhea is hereditary... it runs in your genes. ❜

❛ what did the green grape say to the purple grape? breathe, you idiot! ❜

❛ i'm reading a book on anti-gravity, and it's impossible to put down. ❜

❛ what is a pirate's favorite letter? tis' the c. ❜

❛ i wasn’t originally going to get a brain transplant, but then i changed my mind. ❜

❛ what washes up on tiny beaches? microwaves. ❜

❛ why are frogs so happy? they eat whatever bugs them. ❜

❛ i don't trust trees. they're shady. ❜

❛ i was going to tell you a pizza joke, but it's too cheesy. ❜

❛ i want to be cremated as it is my last hope for a smoking hot body. ❜

❛ there’s a new type of broom out. it’s sweeping the nation. ❜

❛ did you hear about the man who lost his left side? he’s all right now. ❜

❛ what do you call a bee that can't make up its mind? a maybe. ❜

❛ i tried to make a belt out of watches. it was a waist of time. ❜

❛ i got fired from the calendar factory, just for taking a day off. ❜

❛ did you hear about the guy who got hit in the head with a can of soda? he was lucky it was a soft drink. ❜

❛ tequila may not fix your life but its worth a shot. ❜

❛ why are there fences around cemeteries? because people are dying to get in! ❜

❛ thanks for explaining the word 'many' to me, it means alot. ❜

❛ i once ate a watch. it was time consuming. ❜

❛ why are teddy bears never hungry? they are always stuffed! ❜

❛ i don’t trust stairs because they’re always up to something. ❜

❛ never trust an atom, they make up everything! ❜

❛ i couldn't figure out how to put my seatbelt on, but then it clicked. ❜

❛ how do construction workers party? they raise the roof. ❜

❛ what do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? a thesaurus. ❜

❛ when a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds. ❜

❛ i made a pun about the wind but it blows. ❜

❛ it's hard to explain puns to kleptomaniacs because they always take things literally. ❜

❛ what did the ocean say to the beach? nothing, it just waved. ❜

❛ i have a joke about chemistry, but i don't think it will get a reaction. ❜

❛ i'm on a seafood diet. i see food and i eat it. ❜

❛ why did the restaurant on the moon get bad reviews? it has no atmosphere.❜

❛ how do you organize a space party? you planet. ❜

❛ i once heard a joke about amnesia... but i forget how it goes. ❜

❛ the frustrated cannibal threw up his hands. ❜

❛ it takes guts to be an organ donor. ❜

❛ why is the mushroom always invited to parties? he's a fungi. ❜

❛ a guy walks into a bar... he was disqualified from the limbo contest. ❜

❛ jokes with punch lines can be painfully funny. ❜

❛ so what if i don’t know what apocalypse means? it’s not the end of the world! ❜

#the last of us #sentence starters #funny sentence starters #roleplay memes #inbox memes #ask memes #rp memes #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #tv

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those-late-night-feels · 11 months

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Sweet Surrender

Summary: Joel is there to protect you & a bond grows. Boston QZ, no Tess/Ellie.

Warnings: 18+ only. Attempted rape (not Joel), smut.

AN: Apologies to my Loki fan-fam. This one has been rolling around in my head for a while and I had to write it down.

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The world had sometimes been a dangerous place before the outbreak. Now, danger was the norm. You couldn't turn a corner without facing it. Cordyceps, thieves, rapists, murderers–in the end, we were destined to turn into one of them. There was no such thing as living pure and good these days. Those people were dead, and everyone else had blood on their hands.

The QZ maintained order as much as possible, although even those who were expected to protect had their hands dipped in nefarious affairs. But survival was the name of the game, and we all tried our best.

Survival meant long hours as a cook for the QZ's cafeteria, learning how to stretch food to feed those remaining, learning how to ration, learning to keep your head down.

Another end to the typical 10-hour shift and the sun had just begun its descent. Untying the greasy apron to hang on the hook until tomorrow, the cellar keys were grabbed to store the remaining ingredients not used–nothing was to be wasted.

"Hey, I'm heading down." The burly security guard nodded quietly, watching while you carried the random stockpile of long-expired sugar, dried spices, garden vegetables, and tins. The cellar was cold and dark, well sealed to hopefully prevent rodents. Items were shelved and inventory checked, making sure nothing had been tampered or was rotting.

The door to the cellar creaked and then clicked shut, making you turn.

"Hello?" you called out, pulse quickening. It was unlikely that a Cordyseyps would make it into the QZ, but not impossible.

From the shadows, the security guard emerged. But, what at first was a sense of relief quickly turned to dread as his large hand covered your mouth and a sharp knife pressed to your throat.

"Don't scream and you don't die. Got it?" Confused, you trembled beneath his hand, your mind going blank. "Got it?"

Your head nodded slowly and he gave a sinister smile. The knife dragged painfully downward to your shirt, cutting it open. His other hand to the button of his pants as they popped open with a grunt.

"So fuckin' pretty. Gonna make you feel real good in a minute," he rasped and your eyes averted to the side, away from his receding hairline and crooked teeth, stomach clenching in disgust. His heavy, greedy form pushed against you, attempting to pin you against the wall a few feet away.

Hand reaching out, you blindly felt for anything as your pants were roughly tugged. Only a few seconds until they'd be ripped off. Fingers grazed plastic jars, bags, boxes too large, glass. In the chaos of fumbling hands and zippers opening, your hand latched onto a glass bottle and drove it down to his head with a thud.

He jolted in shock at the impact, the knife in his hand slicing open your forearm. A second blow to the head, a sickening crack of glass on bone, and then you bolted toward the exit in a panic, blood running down your arm. Was that yours or his?

You burst through the door to the evening chill and collided into the arms of a firm brick wall of a man. Just your luck to run from the arms of one man and into the arms of another.

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Joel had sometimes wondered if a wanderer would be better off running into a Cordyceps or him. Who was the bigger monster? Both had been on the receiving end of screams and fear. Both were just trying to survive.

He hadn't had those thoughts for a few weeks, but he carried a reputation around town. Stares were ignored and rumors grew, but he didn't correct anyone. The more he was feared, the better.

Walking through midtown, another shift of burning the infected in the books, he looked forward to reclining on the couch and nursing a glass of whiskey. A door down the alley burst open and a small shaken frame collided into him. He had almost been as startled as you, wild-eyed, bloody, and trembling in his arms. Cheeks flushed, lip bleeding, shirt torn open. Damn, what kind of mess had she gotten herself in?

A guard appeared abruptly from the door and stopped short when he saw Joel. "Hold her," he yelled, slightly out of breath. "She needs to be detained."

He started towards you, pulling out zip ties, and Joel felt your grip on his shirt tighten.

"Why's she being detained?" Joel asked, calm and nonchalant, but he could feel your body trembling.

"That's none of your business."

Joel raised an eyebrow, putting a protective hand on your shoulder. He may not run this town, but he was typically given more respect than that by a guard. "Seems like it is my business now that I'm involved."

The guard's jaw flexed, considering Joel. "She assaulted a guard and resisted arrest for theft."

Joel looked from you to the guard, your eyes pleading with this stranger. Don't let me go with him. "This little thing assaulted you?"

The guard clenched his fist, narrowing his eyes at Joel. "And resisted arrest for theft."

Joel nodded, as if understanding clearly. "Did she also unzip your pants?"

The guard's face reddened, pulling the zipper up. "Hand her over."

Joel sighed. Just once, he'd like to have a day where there wasn't shit for him to clean up. "Listen, you had your little fun. But if you think she's going anywhere with you, you've got another thing comin'. It's time for you to leave before things get messy."

"Is that a threat?" he growled.

"No, it's a fact."

There was silence, Joel staring down the guard, his hand never leaving your shoulder. The guard looked between you and a man who might actually kill him.

"Fuckin' cunt," he mumbled, and spit on the ground at Joel's feet. Joel didn't move a muscle until the guard turned the corner, only then releasing his grip on you.

"Y'alright?" he asked.

You nodded out of habit, pulling your torn shirt over your chest in embarrassment. Was anyone alright these days?

Joel removed his flannel–a thin t-shirt underneath–and handed it to you, consciously trying his best not to stare at your lacy bra-clad breasts. It hadn't been that long since he'd seen a naked woman, but when was the last time that he'd seen one in something like that? Nowadays, everyone survived being practical–long lasting clothes, shelf stable foods, nothing frivolous.

You pulled his shirt on while whispering a thanks, careful to slip your cut arm through with a grimace.

"That could use some tending to," he said, looking down at the bloodied arm. "I'm just down here, can patch you up real quick."

No words came out when your mouth opened. You didn't know him. How could you kindly say that you didn't want to risk being assaulted twice in one day?

Noticing your hesitation, he rubbed his head in thought. "Or, I could get my med kit and bring it down. You can wait outside."

You nodded with a thankful smile and followed him to the gray brick building, one of the designated housing units within the QZ. He came back a few minutes later, a first aid kit tucked under his arm and a bottle of unlabeled alcohol in his hand.

"Where'd you get that?" you asked, medical supplies being hard to come by.

"Where does anyone get anything these days?" he replied cheekily.

Arm extended, his calloused hands gently brushed along your skin as he tipped the bottle to the wound, causing you to suck through your teeth in pain.

"Only hurts for a moment," he said, wiping away the excess blood. He was careful with you, slow to clean the wound, his dark eyes focused on tending to your arm.

"Don't think you'll need to be stitched up," he mumbled, placing a clean cloth over the wound, then wrapping it snugly with a roll of medical tape. "Good as new," he said when he was finished.

"What do I owe ya', doc?" you asked, examining your bandaged arm. He gave a slight smirk at the nickname, pulling you to your feet, his touch lingering for a moment before shoving his hand in his pocket. "It's on the house."

"Thank you…"

He gave you his name and you offered yours. The sky was in shades of pink and gray, the sun long since settled past the horizon.

"Let's get you back to your place before curfew."

You led the way, Joel striding with a casual gait next to you. Turning the corner on the block, you stopped in front of the steps to your building. "This is me."

You started to unbutton the flannel shirt to give back to him, but he shook his head. "Keep it. Looks better on you anyways."

Blushing in response, you pulled the shirt down. "Make sure you keep that wound clean and change the bandage in the mornin'."

"Yes doc." You smiled at him and were about to turn towards the door.

"Here," he said, pressing a small pocket knife into your palm. You turned it over in your hand, the smooth wooden handle worn down from years of use.

"I… I don't need that."

"Yes. You do." The way he said it was like it was final. The knife was pocketed and you looked up into his dark eyes, his forehead creased.

"Thanks. Goodnight Joel," you said, and he stood in front of your building until you were out of sight, safe for the night.

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It had been more than a week since the incident. The thought of not returning to work had crossed your mind, but no asshole was going to have that kind of power over you. Walking through the cafeteria door with your head held high and Joel's knife tucked away in your pocket, you discovered a new guard stationed. He stood watch at the front and nodded his head in your direction when he caught you staring.

Had the other guard been repositioned to a new post? Had Joel reported him? Either way, he wasn't worth a second thought, and you went about the day a little happier.

At the end of another long shift, your hands ached from peeling a bin of potatoes and your hair was coated in flour. Those long ago days of standing aimlessly under a hot shower were a distant memory, but sometimes you still daydreamed about it. How long had it been since you'd taken a proper shower, instead of the warmed up sponge baths you were all accustomed to now? Memories of those daily luxuries clouded your mind when you spotted Joel across the street.

"Hey doc," you said with a smile, crossing to meet him. To the average observer, Joel seemed to have a scowl, but you could see the corner of his lip turn up when he spotted you.

"How's the arm?"

You stretched it out, the same bandage wrapped around with clean cloth. "Sore, but healing."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm headed to the cafeteria. You hungry?"

You crinkled up your nose. "Hungry, yes. But there's no way I'm stepping back in that building after a 10-hour shift. Come with me."

He raised an eyebrow. "You know of somewhere else to get food?"

"You'll see."

Your apartment was a small studio–a bed, a table, a few chairs. In exchange for housing, you worked wherever there was a need. Knick knacks and artwork decorated window sills and walls. Joel wondered what was yours and what had been here before the outbreak.

"Make yourself at home," you said as your key clanged on the counter. Dried pasta and a tin of tomato sauce were pulled from a cupboard and set on the counter.

"Where'd you find that?" he asked, knowing everything was rationed and outside food was hard to come by.

"You have your secrets and I have mine," you said with a wink.

"So," you began, filling a pot with water and setting it to boil on the stove while watching Joel out of the corner of your eye. "I'm guessing you weren't a doctor…before..."

You trailed off and he shook his head, casually taking in the minimal decor, a small collection of books on one shelf, some plants you managed to dig up and repot on the window sills. "Construction," he said simply, picking up a brain teaser puzzle from the table and fiddling with the metal hooks.

"How long have you been in Boston?" he asked, watching as you pulled some spices from a high shelf, your shirt riding up when you reached. He turned his head in an attempt to focus on the brain teaser and hope you hadn't caught his stare.

"Few months now." Dried pasta was poured into the boiling water, watching as it swirled around with your wooden spoon. "My last QZ… it wasn't safe. A few of us snuck out. We'd heard Boston might be better."

You almost said it like it was a question, but Joel knew the answer. He'd seen his share of shit going down in Boston; hell, he'd sometimes been apart of it.

"Anyway, thank you for your help the other day. I don't want you to think I'm some damsel in distress, but… I'm grateful you were there."

And it was true, you didn't want him thinking you were helpless. But it felt so good to have someone protect you for once.

He shook his head. "Anyone who's survived this long I wouldn't consider to be a damsel in distress."

The sad attempt at a spaghetti marinara was placed in front of him. "Well, it's no Olive Garden, but…"

"It's perfect," he said, looking between you and the large plate. Timidly, you handed him one of the two forks and sat opposite of him, ready to dig in.

You and he ate in a semi-comfortable silence, occasionally chatting about the going-ons of the QZ. It was nice to have someone around, without needing to give a life story.

Studying him while he ate, you noticed a collection of scars on his arms and face, new wounds on his hands that were bruised and slowly scabbing over. But for all the marks that decorated his body, the scowl that he carried around with him, you felt comfortable in his presence, an inkling that he wouldn't hurt you.

After dinner, you walked him to the door and he paused in the frame, towering over you. He studied the flecks in your eyes and you smiled nervously.

There was something about you that he hadn't felt in a long time, like he needed to protect you from every fucker in this world. His stare made something twist inside you and looking down, you reached for his palm. He looked down at your touch, bringing the metal brain teaser between you.

"Figured I should trade you something for the knife. Let me know if you solve this one," you said, telling him good night and falling asleep in his flannel shirt.

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"I'm telling you, he saw it with his own eyes."

The kitchen crew huddled around as you walked in, tying the worn black apron around your waist.

"What are we talking about?" you asked the group, grabbing a bin of apples picked recently.

"Rob's roommate went on a patrol last night. He ran into one of the guards who had turned into a cordyceps."

You nodded, grabbing a knife from the drawer, slicing the apple in two. "Ok, that's nothing new."

"Yeah, but they found him tied to a tree."

Knife paused mid-cut, you lifted your head. "What?"

"The guy was tied up, like hands bound, feet tied, gagged, all tied up like someone left him there."

A cold chill slowly crept up your spine, "Who was it?"

They all shrugged their shoulders, no one giving a confirmed response, only speculations mumbled amongst themselves. Your heart pounded, stomach in knots. It couldn't be…. Could it?

When your shift was done, you raced to the gray brick building. Six stories high and you had no idea which apartment was his. Shit!

You had half a mind to just start knocking on every door. Pacing back and forth, your name was called and you looked up to see Joel walking toward you like an answer to a prayer.

"What are you–"

"I need to talk to you," you interrupted, coming up to him abruptly, eyes fierce. He could sense you were trying to control the quiver in your voice and raised his eyebrows. "Alright. Everything okay?"

You shook your head. "Not here."

He took you up to his apartment, holding the door as you walked in. The room was small, dark, and cold, the small brain teaser sitting on the counter.

"You okay?" he asked, closing the door behind you, a look of concern on his face.

Ignoring his inquiry, you turned on your heel to face him. "Did you kill him?"

It was demanding, accusational, harsher than you had meant. He stared at you quietly and your pulse thumped in your neck.

This world was difficult to survive in, and you'd scraped your way through it on your own wits and a lot of luck. There had been friends, family, acquaintances that were less than trustworthy, and most of them were either gone or dead. And here was this man you barely knew who came out of nowhere to protect you. It threw you off balance.

"What are you talking ab-"

"No Joel," you said, raising a hand to stop him. "Don't do that. Don't play dumb with me. That guard, did you kill him? Tell me the truth."

He studied you, this small fiery force that looked scared but put up a front. How had she survived this long, he wondered.

"Alright," he began slowly, "you want the truth? The truth is after I took you home, I saw him lingering around your building. I watched him, talking to the other guards, studying the building, pointing to your window. If I hadn't done what I did, he would have raped and killed you, and then probably come after me out of spite."

Stunned by his answer, you shook your head in disbelief. "You don't know that Joel. I didn't… I didn't ask you to do that!"

The guilt of this somehow being your fault weighed on you. There'd been so many deaths, so many infected, it just seemed like everyone was ticking away until there'd be no one left. He absentmindedly placed a hand on your arm in an attempt to calm you.

"Hey, hey," he said your name, pulling your eyes to his. "This isn't your fault. This isn't on you. He made his choices. That's on him, not on you."

You interjected–but, maybe I should have–but he pressed on, sternly. "Listen to me. If I hadn't done what I'd done, you wouldn't be standing here right now. It was either you or him, and I'd be damned if it was him." His tone softened. An orange glow emanated through the window behind him, curfew coming in a couple hours. "I know people like that. They'll prey on you, and you're too sweet to see it."

Joel didn't care for much of anything in this world. But the line in his forehead told you that somehow he cared for you.

"You could have been killed, Joel," you said shakily. "They could still hang you if they found out."

His jaw flexed. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat if it meant not letting that fucker touch you."

Something inside you sparked at his words and, without thinking, a hand reached up to take hold of the collar on his flannel, pulling him down to you. He hesitated, that ever present scowl forming on his face, but you knew better and pushed yourself up on your toes. Eyes never breaking contact, your lips brushed over his, a silent invitation.

His eyebrows creased, grappling between what he wanted to do and what he should do. You were delicate and quite possibly one of the last good people in this fucked up world, and he was a bad man. His thumb drew a line across your lips, their sheen drying on his thumb.

"It's getting late," he whispered.

"Yeah? Seems like I'm in the safest place I could be right now." Your smirk told him that you had him there. Fingers drew a line up his arm to his firm bicep, waiting for any telltale sign that you shouldn't be here. "It's ok, Joel."

Your words were so quiet, he almost didn't hear it with how bad his ear had been lately. But the look he gave told you he had. His other hand drew up, framing your face in his rough palms, and he captured your mouth with his. He wanted to be delicate with you, but he was not a delicate man, and when a low guttural moan escaped you, he knew he was fucked.

His hands trailed down before settling on your ass. Lifting up, your legs wrapped around his torso, arms around his neck, and his whiskers tickled your lips.

"Fuck, girl," he grunted. "Do you know what you're doing?"

You snickered, feeling the length of him pressed against you while he carried you to his bed of worn sheets and old blankets. Leaning in, you whispered in his ear, "Gonna show you how sweet I can be."

The air went out of him in a short huff and he set you down on the bed. He stilled as he took you in. There weren't many good moments in this world anymore, few that he cared to remember or cherish. But watching you lay there, waiting for him, it was a memory he'd hold onto when things got rough, when he ever felt lonely.

His chest heaved in anticipation as you reached up and pulled off your shirt, the same lacy black bra he'd seen before.

"Oh, you know exactly what you're doing," he mumbled and, grabbing hold of your ankles, slid you down to the edge. His arms caged around your head and he leaned in, a serious expression on his face. "You sure about this?"

You nodded, the anticipation causing you to tremble slightly.

"You gonna be a good girl for me and take off those pants?" That slow Texas drawl was as sweet as honey, and you moved maybe a little too quickly to unbutton your jeans, shimmying them down.

He chuckled to himself, thrilled to see how eager you were. Truth be told, it had been hard to connect with anyone after the outbreak. It was hard to trust, hard to hold onto anyone, hard to fucking relax. But, with Joel, you felt safe.

He pulled at the ankle of your jeans, slipping them off, then hooked a thumb through the waistband of your underwear. There was a confidence in his actions as he slipped them off and pocketed them. Dropping to his knees, you lifted up on your forearms, watching him with curiosity. It was a struggle to take his time, but he trailed some delicate kisses up your thigh before his mouth consumed your cunt. Head thrown back, you echoed an animalistic moan when he gripped onto your hips to keep you close.

"So fuckin' sweet," he mumbled, the whiskers of his beard tickling you in all the best ways. His tongue lapped rhythmically, making your toes start to twitch in rhythm. You gasped his name, running your fingers through his graying hair, gripping it when he found a special sweet spot.

"Right there," you choked out, holding onto your breath while he made you see stars. He dipped a finger in while swirling your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, then added a second. His fingers slid in and out, making you start to shake.

"Come on, sweet girl," he coaxed. "I know you're close."

Thighs gripping around his head, that final release caused you to moan and shudder and shake uncontrollably, not having let go that much since before the outbreak.

It was dark and hazy in his room, the only light from a crescent moon reflecting off him when he sat up and crawled toward you. His eyes were hungry with a desire that was not yet satisfied. You bit at your bottom lip, anticipating what he would do next.

"You doing ok sweet girl?"

"Yeah."

"Good," he said as he hovered over you. "Turn over."

Your eyes grew wide, but he didn't have to tell you twice. You rolled on your stomach and felt as he trailed kisses down your spine. The metal of his leather belt clanged as he unbuckled it, then the quick whine of his zipper.

"Come 'ere," he said as he gripped onto your hips and lifted you to your knees. You knew what he wanted and you tilted your back down and ass up higher.

"Like that?" you asked, feigning innocence. Joel tried to keep his composure, but you were too fucking much for him and he knew he wouldn't last long.

"Good girl," he choked out, gripping himself before sliding into you with ease. Your soaking cunt sucked him in effortlessly, and a chorused moan resounded through the room. You may have already cum once tonight, but by the way his cock stretched you, it was inevitable you'd cum a second time.

"Joel," you whispered over and over again as he thrust into you. There was no easing in or getting used to his size, he was past controlling himself to go gently. His movements were ragged, rough, needy.

Your pussy clenched around him, so close to that second release. He gripped onto you harder and pulled you up to him.

"Touch yourself," he drawled, and you reached down to rub at your clit. His mouth went to your ear, whispering, "I want you to cum on my cock."

You moaned in response, his hands roaming to your breasts while he thrusted.

It only took a few more pumps before you started to quiver, your head thrown against his shoulder in ecstasy. When he knew you were down from your high, he pulled out, him cum warm as it shot on your back and ass.

You laid on your stomach, fully spent and satisfied, while he searched for a towel to clean you up. Eyes closing while he wiped up his mess, you wondered if he had just marked his territory. Either way, you knew you were his.

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prpfs · 1 year

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👻 Hi, 30, EU, she/her.

Looking for oc x oc rps either in original settings or inspired by fandoms.

Fandoms: Last of Us, Skyrim, anything horror, Horizon Zero Dawn

Things I like: age gaps, monsters and monsterfucking, occult and cryptids, creepy things, romance, stocholm syndrome, sci-fi, high fantasy... If you have ideas, do ask. My only hard no is bathroom play and minors in nsfw situations.

Can be nsfw or sfw, but for nsfw pairings I prefer fxf and fxm (trans characters also welcome)

Be +21, even better if you are older than 25.

Leave a like and I will get back to you!

give a like and anon will get back to you

#skyrim rp #skyrim roleplay #last of us roleplay #last of us rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #horror rp #horror roleplay #horizon zero dawn rp #horizon zero dawn

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astrid-beck · 7 months

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It's fucking crazy that Caleb has trent's ring of telepathy (oh my god a trophy, a trophy of his voice that you took from him, using his means of getting in your head etc etc) but it's even more nuts that the way I became aware of this is that he uses it to to make an intimidation check against a fucking betrayer god

#i think he uses it earlier but i didn't put it together until then #thinking about her (Caleb's high-risk high-reward charisma maneuvers) <3 #actually i think my last post about Caleb's cha roleplay was one of my first to get more than like 10 notes #anyways they rly I-have-no-mouth-and-I-must-scream'ed that bitch. don't think i forgot. don't think i ever forgot.#lena watches cr #mighty nein reuinited

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2012wannabe · 8 months

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2. Roleplay

cw/tw: maid!abby x homeowner!reader, Abby calls reader ma’am and miss, high sex, edibles, your strap is interchangeably referred to as your dick, the being high shenanigans

wc: 1421

an: thanks to everyone who voted on the poll!! I love maid!abby so bad and I don’t even have a thing for maids, literally just her. also the costume I had in mind for her was this one, based on my own experiences having sex high

“Abby?”

“Yeah?” She responded, threading your fingers together and holding yours softly. You lay in your bed nude under the covers, cuddling.

“Would want to try something?

“What, like in the bedroom?” You nodded yes shyly trying not to meet her eyes.

“It depends.”

“What if I said I wanted to fuck while you’re wearing a maid outfit? Bonus points if we’re high.” Abby blushed strongly and started stuttering a bit.

“Umm, I guess sure?”

“Seriously? I only want to do it if you want to do it too.”

“I mean we’ve had high sex before so I’m completely fine with that but I’ve never like worn a costume or anything like that. I don’t know.”

“That’s okay. You can take as long as you need to think about it.” She sat with the thought for a moment before deciding,

“I’ll do it. I just want to see the costume before you get it.”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” You grinned widely and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“Thank you, Abby.”

~•~

Your phone rang, snapping you out of focus. Flipping it over, a text from Abby popped up at the top of your notification bar.

Abs <3: 2 mins away

The text made you smile, you both had a very interesting evening planned. She entered your shared apartment calling out to you,

“Babe?” You ran out to her, giving her the biggest bear hug.

“I missed you abs.” You said into her shoulder.

“I missed you too baby.” She said pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“How was your day?” Abby asked.

“Better now that you’re here.” You said smiling.

“Guess what we got in the mail today?”

“What?”

“Hold on let me get it.” You said rushing to show her the package. You thrust the box into her hands and smirked reading the return address on it. Dinner was a blur, nothing but teasing and excitement. When it came time you broke the square and took just enough of an edible. It wasn’t that long before you ended up in bed kissing and caressing each other.

“I love you so much. With all my heart.”

“I love you too abs.” You said holding her tightly. Her touches were soft and you couldn’t get enough. Enough time passed to where you both were a little giggly and it was the perfect time.

“Can I help you out it on?” You asked giving her puppy eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.” You leaped up to get the outfit and Abby laughed. You blushed and threw it on the bed to start peeling off her shirt.

“Eager are we?”

“Maybe.” You said begrudgingly. She laughed again and undressed.

“So I want to be the owner of the house you’re going to clean. But I just can’t resist how hot and strong my maid is.” Your body started to feel heavier and heavier as you talked. The costume was in three parts, the headband, the dress with a criminally tiny thong, and the tights. Abby slipped on the dress as you undid her braid, letting her high fly free and placing the headband on. She bent down to put the thigh-high tights on you but stopped her to slide them on yourself, kissing up her leg as you pulled them up. She was flushing furiously now, eyes tinged red too.

“You’re so hot, baby.” You looked up at her with wide eyes and a killer grin. You maintained eye contact with her as you slowly rose and proceeded to take character.

“Hello, you must be the maid I hired.”

“Hi yes, my name is Abby.”

“Nice to meet you, Abby.” You took her around the room and showed her the different things around the room ‘that needed to be cleaned’. She nodded accordingly and made sure to take note of the lustful look in your eye.

“I’ll get started right away.” She said starting to tend to the room.

“You know it’s just me in this house.”

“I didn’t know. How is it?”

“It’s nice but it can be lonely.” You said faking a sigh and walking up to her.

“The most company I have is when I hire people.” You approached her even closer, openly lusting after her.

“Is it that so?”

“It is. And it’s so very rare that they are as beautiful as you are.” Abby’s face flushed and responded,

“Why thank you miss.” You stepped closer to her so that you were nearly on top of her and gazed into her eyes.

“Abby?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Do think you could help me out with something else?”

“And what would that be?”

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, batting your eyes.

“Uhh-“ She stuttered. Abby gaped at you, taking you in. She finally leaned forward and you kissed her. She dropped her feather dusty and the corny accessory dropped to the floor. You gripped her face as you kissed and you never wanted the feeling to end. Being high always made you extra horny and more sensitive and you could definitely attest to that in that moment.

“You're so fucking gorgeous,” you whispered, letting your hands caress her body. You left a trail of hickeys on her neck down to her cleavage, making a collection of bruising. After you were satisfied and proud of your work you moved down to her torso. You bent down, got on your knees and let your hands go up skirt. You grabbed her ass, feeling her muscular thighs and started a new group of even darker hickeys decorating her legs.

“Let’s get to the bedroom.” You said grabbing her hand and letting her follow. You pushed down on the bed and straddled her, starting to grind into her. You moaned slightly and put your weight on hers as you went back to kissing her lips. You slowly kissed do her body like before and paid special attention to the strip of skin between her pussy and belly button.

“Can I eat you out?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Abby breathed. You pulled her thong to the side revealing her pussy and your mouth started to water. You leaned forward pressing light, loving kisses before fully diving in. Your arms tightened around her thighs as she moaned and writhed from the stimulation. You ate her out intently and only took a break when you rolled over in a fit of giggles.

“You good there?”

“Yeah.” You said between laughs.

“I just was thinking about how I wanted to get water because I’m getting a little cotton mouth.” Abby laughed at the supposed insanity and urged you to go get water.

“Ok, ok!” You laughed. Upon returning you dug out your strap, lavender and good 6 inches with a good girth.

“Is it okay to use my strap on you?”

“Yes.” She said with a nod. You procured lube from your drawer and properly prepped before lining up her pussy with your dick. Slowly sliding it in, you stopped when you noticed Abby just staring at the ceiling blankly.

“Abs?” You asked.

“Hmm?”

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing. Just started thinking.” She said, trailing off to stare at the ceiling.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No.”

“Ok. So what were you thinking about?”

“I don’t remember. We can continue.” Abby said causally.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You lined up your strap to her pussy and slowly slid it in. She gasped and reflexively, her knees shot up.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” You soothed. You started to yourself in and out of her at a slow pace to help her adjust. Abby rarely bottomed and you always obliged when she asked because of how much you loved to see her whimper underneath you. You slowly started to increase your pace and she tried to quiet her moans.

“You can be as loud as you need to baby. I wanna hear you.” She whimpered in response, moaning as you kept going. She reached down to start touching her clit but you pushed her hand away and started pleasuring her yourself. Abby’s gasps got louder and she gripped your legs as she started to get close to cumming.

“Want-“ Abby stuttered.

“What you do you want?”

“Want to cum,”

“Good fucking girl.” You purred. You held her down and rode her as she came, listening to her pretty sounds.

“Fuck!” She moaned. You laid down next her and watched as she caught her breath.

“How’d I do?” You whispered.

“What you think?” She said with a laugh in her voice.

“I’m doing fucking amazing.”

“Again?”

“Again.”

#eliwrites #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #roleplay #maid costume #maid x homeowner #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson fic #abby anderson x female reader #muscle mommy abby #abby anderson x you #abby anderson blurb

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ifyoulikeitornot-xox · 27 days

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Idk if it's ever been done but-

What about Steddie, right?? But put them in the game 'The last of us'

Anyone else see my vision?? Eddie as an Ellie type character and Steve as Joel (obviously with a difference in dynamics-)

Someone brainstorm this w/ me- I'll love you forever

#the last of us #steddie fic #steddie #steddie au #steve and eddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things concept #stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things roleplay

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coffinsister · 4 months

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The infamous pinned post 📌

We say we because there's multiples of us here :3

I write Coffincest fanfiction go read it and tell me how much you love it. Send me prompts to write if you feel like it

📍 Sorry but roleplaying it's a little difficult to us. So if your first message ever is asking to roleplay we probably won't accept.

We don't mind playing along with most asks though.

If you are following us, you already know we are proship, into tcoaal, and that I am into some odd kinks

We horny post here and we vent here so beware

Send us asks, spam like and reblog, drop by the DMs, tag us in whatever! We love chatting with people! (Yes, even if we aren't mutuals)

We don't believe in DNIs, nonetheless we would appreciate it if you didn't interact with us, if we are on your DNI

I rarely block people, just be cool and everything will be just fine. If you want something tagged let us know

Tag system below:

Yuki's (Co-)host Show 🎙️<- Whenever Yuki feels like posting/tagging her posts

Soleil shut up <- My original tag. Most posts are here

Leyleys books📑 <- Whenever Leyley is expressing her feelings through our blog

smiley.txt <- This person doesn't really post but we love him, so he gets his own tag too

Narrachara says... <- What it says on the tin

Other miscellaneous tags:

Soleil asks <- asks

Soleil arts <- Silly drawings we make and upload

Soleil writes <- My fanfiction, and posts about it

Sent to me <- To treasure all the cool posts we get sent

Yandere posting <- Me and Leyley are very obsessive in love and we express it <3

Vent <- We vent.

#jeje i gave us colours !!!#i tried to make it as concise as possible but i suck at that #either way only making this post because this blog is sorta the biggest any of my blogs have been since the last big hyperfixiation #we are very very mentally ill you will see vent posts about it it is what it is #we like dont really have experience roleplaying and if we were to try it would be with our friends/mutuals sowwy

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evilkennedy · 3 months

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