#final fantasy 15 rp

[prpfz]

A little repost to find some more specific partners. thank you for all your hard work mods! 🐶

I’m Evan: 24 and Australian (GMT+11).

18+ only. If you don’t have your age on your blog, I will not reach out. I prefer 3-5 paragraph replies, in 3rd person POV. Discord only. In advance ⚠️ no doubling ⚠️. Looking for toxic and non-traditional relationships, angst, lots of smut, and character exploration.

Looking for someone to play the bold characters listed below.

Genshin Impact (modern AU wanted):

Tartaglia x Lumine

Tartaglia x Zhongli

Arcane:

Jayce x Viktor

Baldur’s Gate 3:

F!OC x Astarion

M!Durge* x Astarion (*OC backstory with durge personality)

Dragon Age (all games):

OC x OC- FxM or MxM welcome

F!Mahariel x Alistair

Garrett Hawke x Fenris

Final Fantasy XV:

Any combination of the main guys, including polyships. I can write any of them but my favourites are Noctis and Ignis.

If interested please like this post or message me! Thank you! 🖤⚔️

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[findroleplay]

hello :3

I’m 21 and mostly looking to do fandom stuff. Only willing to rp with people 18 and over.

However, do note that I don't do smut. I'm open to darker themes, as comes with some of the fandoms I'm looking for, but I won't roleplay smut. Willing to go more in detail about boundaries in DMs :)

I'm looking to be an oc, but I'm willing to double. I'm pretty flexible with canons that I can play. If I don't like something, I'll voice it. Communication is something I value.

Open to oc x oc too though

No one-liners. I tend to thrive with replies a few paragraphs long, somewhere around the discord limit of 4,000 characters, but I am flexible.

Fandoms that I’m interested in:

Creepypasta

Hunter x Hunter

Final Fantasy 7 / VII

Final Fantasy 15 / XV

Resident Evil

Persona 5

Note: Characters must be 18+.

Do feel free to ask if you're interested in a fandom not listed here. I'm willing to roleplay different fandoms for your side. (Ex: I'll roleplay marvel for you if you roleplay creepypasta for me)

For a few of these, I do not have a story set up, but I’m looking to plan something! Please be patient with me about it, and I’ll do the same for you.

I'm also open to and often enjoy becoming friends with my rp partners as well as talking ooc! I like coming up with and sharing hcs and gushing over our characters!Sometimes I even like to draw our characters :)

Dm me or like this post if you’re interested!

Note: please do not come to me with AI writing or AI drawings.

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[negantesors]

hi there!!! this is a brand new final fantasy multimuse, featuring muses from the ff7 remake trilogy and ff15 and all its media!! i'm super shy and semi-new to most of final fantasy fandom so i hope you don't mind it !!!

i'm katana, 25 years old, gmt/gmt+1 timezone !!!

the muse selection and all the info is here!!

[writtenxbeginnings]

CARRD • RULES • MUSES • MEMES

[lethalmercury]

Cards on the table Blog Mine play out like fools in a fable, oh Rules It was sinking in Memes Slow is the quicksand Main Blog

[chocobol0ver1]

My mannnn 😛

[canonrpfinder]

I’m Evan, 24 and 🇦🇺/GMT+10. I prefer semi-lit / 2-3 para replies, 3rd person POV, via discord. I’m a slow writer so please be comfortable with weekly replies - I might reply more often and enjoy ooc chatter, but please be patient. I only write with 18+ partners so MDNI (have your age on your blog or I will not reach out).

I’m looking to write Final Fantasy XV/15 - either rewriting the road trip era with our own additions, or an AU. Ideally I’d like to play Noctis against any of the other guys (Prompto, Gladio or Ignis), or we can share them in a polyship situation.

If you’d like to write together then please like or message me. Thanks! 👑 💍 💀

🖍️

[prpfz]

I’m Evan, 24 and 🇦🇺/GMT+10. I prefer semi-lit / 2-3 para replies, 3rd person POV. I only write on Discord. I am a slow writer so please be comfortable with weekly replies - I might reply more often, and enjoy ooc chatter, but I really need a patient partner. I’m only looking for 18+ partners so MDNI - I love writing smut so I’m open to PWP or Dead Dove topics.

This is a mess of fandoms so please read it carefully. I have the character I’m looking for you to play in bold.

- Alien: Human OC x M!Xenomorph OC (MxM or FxM)

- Arcane: Jayce x Viktor

- Venom: Eddie Brock x Venom (can write either)

- Final Fantasy XV: Any ship between the main four guys including polyship OT4 (Any chocobro, I can write any character)

- Omegaverse Original OC x OC - looking for M Omega. Lots of options here to brainstorm. Can also add Omegaverse on to some of the above fandoms.

If you’d like to write together then please like or message me. Thanks!

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[nothingxs]

Favorite Minion

Black Couerl Kitten. Because I have a black cat, Celicash has a black cat. They have the same name, sort of—the in-character one is named Moña.

"Is this just your self-insert?" You shut up.

...here, have a bonus Mona!

[findroleplay]

21y/o roleplayer looking for 18+, preferably 20+ roleplayers!

I love fandom roleplays but I’m completely open to doing non-fandom roleplays, too.

I do not do smut. I love romance, but smut makes me uncomfortable. Sorry!I’m okay with darker themes, but of course it should be discussed. There are things I won’t want to do.

No one liners, please! I’m flexible on length. I can be a total yapper, but sometimes it’ll be shorter with what’s happening and moods. Replies should be at least a few paragraphs :)

For fandoms, I’m looking to double! It can be one for my side and a different for yours. I know many fandoms and I’m even willing to roleplay one I don’t know. Feel free to check my posts for more ideas of fandoms I know, but here are my main ones/what I hope for!

Persona 5

Metaphor: ReFantazio

Resident Evil

Final Fantasy 7 / VII

Final Fantasy 15 / XV

Love and DeepSpace

[Characters must be 18+!]

As for non-fandom, I’m willing to hear out any possible ideas or to brainstorm ideas depending on our characters! My ocs are in my pinned post, if you’d like to see if any catch your eye, along with the possible non-fandom ideas they fit in. (I feel it is important to have a look to make sure you’ll vibe with my ocs!)

On a different note, I’m completely open to and love to become friends with roleplay partners! It makes things pleasant and results in great ideas for roleplays and aus! I love to share ideas, silly thoughts, headcanons, etc :)

Dm me or like this post if you’re interested and I’ll reach out<3

Note: Please don’t send me AI

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[writtenxbeginnings]

Name:  Gentiana (Unknown: Shiva) Nickname: Gen, Tiana, Glacian Gender: Female (She/Her) Sexuality: Bisexual Race: Astral Age: Unknown

Verses

Her main verse will be set during the events of Final Fantasy XV. It can be any time during it, but she will be the Oracle's Lady as she was in the game, helping as Shiva in the long run though it is unknown to most. I am always willing to plot. One verse I will have for her is that she was simply a god in her body - maybe this would be an AU where the world was never ending and she never had a specific job to do here. Her and the other Astrals simply exist, unbeknownst or not to the other inhabitants of the world.

[creativeroleplay-ads]

🖋️

Hey! I’m Bridge, 22, she/her pronouns

So, I’ve got this cool idea brewing—a crossover between the worlds of Final Fantasy 7 & 15. Imagine Cloud from FF7 dropped into the FF15 universe, joining forces with the main four and exploring unknown lands.

Looking for:

• 18+ pals (because things might get spicy 🌶️)

• Daily interactions (Let’s keep the momentum going, or I’ll get bored!)

• Those open to playing multiple characters (Let’s mix it up!)

• Anyone into harem dynamics (Yep, it’s going to be one intricate web of relationships!)

A bit about the RP:

• My OC will be joining the adventure, adding to the drama and fun!

• We’ll mostly stick to the FF15 storyline, but hey, twists and turns are welcome!

• Just to reiterate, it will have mature and possibly sexual themes, so let’s be comfy with that!

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[warpstriking]

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑃𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺: 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑖 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣 𝐹𝐹𝑋𝑉 𝑟𝑝 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑁𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑠 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑠 𝐶𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑁𝑒𝑤𝑡 ( 24 ; ℎ𝑒 / ℎ𝑖𝑚 ; 𝑒𝑠𝑡 ) 𝑜𝑐 / 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦 ! 18+ 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠 & 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤.

[RULES] [ICON CRED] [MUSE] [MUN]

[chocobol0ver1]

HEYYYY! ☀️✌️

I'm Prompto!

He/him

I enjoy:

Photography

Riding chocobos

Assassin's Creed

Punk style and views

Huge technophile

I dislike:

Small spaces

Fake/mean people

Tight clothes (with exceptions)

DNI:

Trans/homophobes (I'm literally trans and pan, why would you be here?)

Pro empire

Anti therian/alterhuman

Anti furry

Anti (anything that's not harming anyone)

Trump supporters

Elon supporters.

I will try to post my photography here! 📷

[shhhsecretsideblog]

They had been trying for a baby for a while, when finally she was looking at a positive test. Unfortunately, there was only one time it could have happened. A bit too much to drink, a few confessions that she'd sometimes thought about her husbands best friend in some of her more intimate fantasies, and just like that his little secret had taken root in her belly.

She was excited to be a mom, but can't bring herself to tell her husband she's expecting. Hiding her bump as best she can, not letting herself be intimate with him in case he noticed her beautiful changing body, how firm and heavy her belly had gotten. She has a plan. Give birth in secret where he won't find out, and then claim someone left the baby there. "Probably some teenager or something, can't imagine how she could raise it." Of course, since they're struggling to have one of their own, it's all but a sign. Of course they should take it in.

A perfect little plan for the eager mom to get out of her bad choice concequence free.

At least, it would be, if her waters hadn't broken in the shower, and the contractions were starting to get worse and worse, no matter how she tried to pretend otherwise and act like nothing was happening...

Extramarital Consequences

AN: I just wanted to write a short little rp drabble, but instead it comes out as a full scale 3k word fic. Thanks for the prompt MuchBirth, it was a great concept. Hope you like it. [fpreg, tw: vomit, tw: cheating]

“Are you alright in there, babe?” My husband's voice sounded through the bathroom door and I tried to swallow the groan that was sitting in my throat.

Why now, why today?! I had done so well concealing this pregnancy from everyone, thanks to the cold winter and the abundance of thick oversized jumpers and coats. And for the fact I was carrying a rather modest, if heavy, bump. Said bump had dropped in recent days and I had hoped the baby was merely getting prepared and wouldn’t be coming for another week when Daniel would be away on business. The baby, it seemed, had other ideas.

The contractions had started in the early hours and I laid beside my husband quietly breathing through each pain and praying it was just braxton hicks. But they just kept on coming. Every 40 minutes… every 30 minutes… and when they got down to 20 minutes apart I knew I had to move.

Hiding downstairs in the dark, I paced around our living room and kitchen as the contractions got closer together and more and more intense. Why couldn’t it have been a work day?! Daniel would leave the house early and I could labour and birth this baby in secret just as I’d planned. But it was Saturday and we were scheduled to go to a family event that afternoon. The heavy weight of the baby sitting low in my pelvis confirmed there was little-to-no chance of me making it to that party.

I paced around the downstairs of our town house until the early morning with its first glimpse of a rising sun filtering through the windows. Bracing myself against walls, tables, all manner of furniture, I spent hours swaying my hips through each agonising contraction that struck, praying they would eventually stop but they never did. I heard Daniel get out of bed and jump in the shower and I busied myself doing the dishes when he came downstairs. He looked at me curiously, seeing my sweaty and flushed face and asked if I was coming down with something. I assured him I was fine as he made his morning coffee, but soon had to twist back around to face the sink to hide the grimace on my face as another strong contraction barrelled its way through my womb. My hands gripped the counter in a white knuckle grip and it took everything I had not to whimper from the pain.

After assuring Daniel that I was alright, I disappeared quickly back upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom. I turned on the shower, the tiled room echoing the loud noise of the powerful jets, and allowed myself to groan deeply through the next contraction. They were less than 15 minutes apart and had the ability to steal my breath away. Gripping the sink and panting heavily, my mind began to spiral and panic. How the fuck was I going to keep this from Daniel?! We were struggling to conceive, if his discovered this pregnancy there would be no way I could pass this baby off as his. He would find out I slept with his best friend and my dream of a suburban family life would be destroyed. The baby sank lower in my hips and my knees dipped into a semi-squat from the increase in pressure. We were supposed to go to a party later, with family and friends, and Daniel would be by my side all day. But this baby was coming, soon if the pressure between my legs was any indication.

I stepped into the shower, attempting to ease the pain knifing at my lower back. Cupping my protruding belly I whispered a plea to the baby to stay put a while longer. I loved my pregnant body and was sad not to have shared this experience, to marvel at the incredible changes of pregnancy, with my partner. But there was an alluring excitement in keeping the baby secret - something just known by them and me. I couldn’t wait to meet the life I had been growing.

My thoughts tempted fate and the next contraction was soon upon me and I doubled over in the shower bracing my knees. The pressure between my thighs was building, the steaming hot water doing very little to ease the pain as it crested, my belly turning to stone and pushing everything downward. “Mnghhhhhhh!!” I grunted, involuntary, and almost dropped into a squat as the urgency built. No… baby, not now.

The water at my feet turned a pinkish murky colour and I knew from the release of pressure that my waters had just broken. Fuck.

When the contraction faded and my legs stopped shaking I carefully stepped out of the shower. Okay… my water’s broken but that doesn’t mean I’ve run out of time. I just need to think of a way of getting Daniel out of the house. I could feel the baby shift and kick within my womb, protesting the situation as much as I was, its head pressing eagerly against my cervix. “Hoooo… it’ll be okay little one. I promise— mnnnnhhhh…” Every breath, every word, that slipped past my lips now laced with a pained groan.

“Are you alright in there, babe?” Daniel asked from the other side of our bathroom door. I clamped my mouth shut and swallowed the involuntary noises from escaping.

“Nng— yeah— fine.” I somehow gritted. The weight and pressure pushing down in my pelvis was quickly making me nauseous.

“Are you sure? You weren’t looking too great downstairs.”

Damn him and his caring nature, just move away from the door before I scream! A contraction struck mere minutes after the last and I couldn’t stop the gasp as my belly visibly hardened and contorted inwards. The pressure was mounting, expanding like a balloon about to burst, my pelvis being shoved apart to make space for the large head that was pressing atop my cervix. I couldn’t breathe, the sensations overwhelming my senses, my stomach rolled and my throat gagged. I was going to be sick.

Dropping to my knees, naked on the floor, I hunched over the toilet bowl and promptly vomited the remnants of last night's dinner into the porcelain. My whole torso contracted in on itself in more ways than one and I completely lost all semblance of control. My taut belly, hardened by labour pains, convulsed and I heaved and coughed loudly. The force of throwing up also resulted in my womb squeezing against the bowling ball in my pelvis, bearing down on the already low head and pushing it into the birth canal.

“Oh sweetheart, are you sick?” Daniel asked through the door. “Let me in honey.”

“No, just— give me a minute…” I gruffed, laying my head in the crook of my elbow.

“We don’t have to go today if you’re not well. I can stay here and look after you.”

Hell no, that is the last thing I need. I asked him to get me some water from the kitchen, to buy me some precious time to gather myself. When the sickness passed I hesitantly put a hand between my legs… the baby so low it felt like it was about to fall out at any minute. I had pushed. I didn’t mean to, it was automatic. But still my body had pushed the baby lower towards its exit. Thankfully it was not as low as it felt as I couldn’t feel a head, but I knew it wouldn’t be long. Wrapping myself in a fluffy dressing gown and schooling as neutral a face as I could, I unlocked the door and greeted my husband as he brought me the requested water.

“I don’t think I’m going to go today, I feel like shit.” I said honestly, taking a sip and slowly walking towards our bed, careful not to waddle from the massive head lodged in my pelvis.

“It’s okay babes, we can cancel. I’ll call your parents.” Daniel offered, helping me to sit.

“No—” I said a little too quickly. “You- you can still go. I’ll just take it easy and s-sleep it off…” He looked at me curiously, trying to ascertain just how unwell I was and if I could be left alone. “Really,” I pleaded, “I’ll be fine. Go, have fun.”

“Well, if you’re sure.”

“I am. Really—mmhh…” My hands clenched tight as another contraction was beginning to appear, my fingernails burrowing deep into my palms. “W-why don’t you go e-early… see if they need h-help setting up.” My stomach tensed beneath my fluffy dressing gown and I shifted subtly on the bed as an immeasurable pressure returned with the pain. This baby was not waiting until the afternoon for Daniel to leave for the party, I desperately needed him to go now.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Daniel joked, tucking a frazzled lock of hair behind my ear. “I want to stay and look after you darling, make sure you’re okay.”

“Mnnn… I just need to lie down…” I huffed, trying to keep the strain from my voice. My body was itching to move, to sway and move my hips, to open up for the emerging baby as the contractions worked hard to deliver the child. But I had to fight against the instincts, ignore all the cues in the recess of my brain. Slumping sideways down on the bed, I curled over my contracting belly and arduously moved to lie under the covers. My skin was radiating heat but I couldn’t remove my dressing gown, couldn’t risk exposing a glimpse of my pregnant body. Had to stay covered, had to hide this baby, had to stay sweating beneath the fluffy gown and duvet covers.

Daniel stroked my hair as I curled up and I couldn’t help but scrunch my eyes through the pain barrelling between my hips. Oh baby, wait a bit more… please.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright hun?” Daniel questioned once more and I managed to gruff out an assurance, stating that I’d be fine and just needed to be alone.

Thankfully I felt the bed shift, my husband getting up and leaving the room saying something about calling the family and giving me space to rest. I sighed in relief at the sound of the bedroom door closing.

Lying on my side helped the constant stabbing pain in my lower back but it was doing nothing to prevent the baby from making its way further down. I could feel it pressing against every nerve from the inside, pushing its way through the narrow space. I tried to squeeze my thighs, to clench everything I could to stop its movements but nothing worked. The pressure was constant, sitting heavily and urgently at the apex of my thighs. Rolling forward I buried my face deep in the pillow to muffle the rattled groan that came from the pit of my stomach. The baby was right there, its imminent arrival clear by the agonising pressure consuming me. I tried to fight it, meeting every wave with defiance, but my attempts were failing. I needed to push.

Before I was even aware of what was happening my whole body tensed and bore down with the peak of the contraction. It felt…satisfying, to give in to the urge and push alongside the tensing muscles, to work with my body instead of against it. Gasping a ragged breath, I pushed again, more forcefully this time. It was moving, inching closer towards my folds. Without thinking I grabbed my leg, still wrapped under the layers of clothing and duvet, and I pulled it towards me so my thigh was beside my contracting belly. I had to make more room, I needed to open myself up for the emerging babe. The back of my knee was damp from sweat and I gripped it tight, opening my hip beneath the covers, and gritting my teeth I pushed again.

It was coming, I could feel it! The contraction soon ended and I let my leg fall back against the other, curled up sideways on the bed and panting frantic breaths. A knock on the bedroom door brought me out of my birthing bubble, suddenly remembering Daniel was still in the house. Oh fuck, what if he heard me pushing?!

“Honey..? Can I come in?” His tentative voice asked and opened the door a crack. I groaned, neither an acceptance or refusal, but it was all I could manage.

Daniel stepped in our bedroom softly. “I’ve spoken with your parents and I’m going to head over there early and help them set up. I know you like to be alone when you’re unwell.” I nearly cried with relief.

“But I’ll come back to check on you before the party starts, okay?” Daniel perched on the edge of the bed and brushed his fingers through my sweaty hair. I nodded and exhaled heavily, hoping it looked like I was just fighting nausea and nothing more. “I’ll get you a bucket, just in case.” Daniel said sweetly and disappeared into our en-suite bathroom.

The contractions were right on top of each other now, the baby was sitting right between my legs desperate to get out. The next wave hit when Daniel was out of sight and I panted as quietly as I could. Don’t push… don’t push… don’t push… I thought over and over again. Curled up on my side my legs drifted apart, one leg bent at the knee, the other straight down the length of the bed. The pressure was slowly killing me; the strain of holding everything in, the baby slipping lower, pressing gently against my labia despite my efforts. Fuck I needed to push, but I daren’t. Daniel was still here…. Breathe… don’t push… breathe… don’t push… Even with the mantra my body did not adhere to the instructions. At the end of each measured breath I could feel my muscles bearing down and pushing the baby, its head starting to part my sensitive lips.

Daniel came back into the room and placed a bucket beside the bed, right next to the pillow where my face was half buried. “How you holding up?” He asked affectionately. I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, every ounce of strength going into not actively pushing. Instead I closed my eyes and tilted my face further into the pillow.

In the faint background of my personal hell I could hear my husband slowly pottering around our bedroom as he got himself dressed and ready to leave for the party. Every minute dragged on for hours, as he found his trousers and shirt, muttering to himself, all the while I wanted to scream and howl and push! The baby was parting my folds, its head surely poking out between my thighs. Tears dampened the pillow and I was trembling, trying desperately hard not to push. But even without my participation, the baby was slowly making its way into the world. I nervously lowered one of my hands beneath the heavy covers, feeling between my legs. Oh my gosh… that’s my baby I thought as I felt the slimy surface of the partial sliver of its head. It was moving down, every contraction squeezing it further out of my body. My palm clamped hard over the emerging head… don’t… don’t pushhhhhh… a weak groan rumbled my throat as my body uncontrollably pushed, hard.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Daniel asked.

I was far from okay, I was pushing his best friend's baby into my own palm for fucks sake. In between pushes, I gulped a breath and offered a short and snappy “uh-huh” before my body was forced to bear down once more. My hand remained steadfast in its position between my legs and thankfully the baby didn’t slip out any further. Once the contraction eased I panted a relieved sigh.

“I’m heading out now babes.” Daniel stated aloud. “I’ll be back to check on you later. I love you.”

“Ngghh— love you too—” my rasped voice came from under the covers. I was in too much pain to notice the guilt that twisted in my chest.

I remained frozen in the bed, my ears listening desperately for the sound of the front door to close and his car to start. The roar of the engine, the glorious sound, slipped through the vents in the bedroom window and I sobbed with relief. He was gone!!

Immediately I threw the covers off my sweaty skin and tore myself out the tangled mess of my dressing gown. The baby was partially crowning and my gods I needed to push. Everything hurt, everything ached, I needed to move but there was no strength left in my body to get up. Hooking a leg over the edge of the mattress I rolled off the bed and slipped down to my knees on the luscious carpet.

With my elbows on the mattress and my face buried against the sheets, my knees widened on the floor and my hips sank downwards as I pushed with everything that I had. Burning fiery pressure erupted between my thighs and I growled through the excruciating pain, pushing and pushing and pushing. I couldn’t take it anymore, this baby had to get out. My entire body trembled as the baby stretched me open, but I kept going push after push and with a primal grunt the head finally slipped out. Relief flooded through me as the pressure eased. Panting, desperate for air, I was barely aware of any of my other senses; of the now-damp carpet under my knees, or the sound of the engine returning to our driveway, or the creek of the bedroom door being opened.

“Honey?… I errr… I forgot my phone and then I heard you scream. What’s… what’s going on?” Daniel asked, frozen in shock at the door.

“…um… I erm…” I stuttered, speechless and naked beside the bed, an illegitimate baby hanging between my legs. “I umm…I— I— ohhhh… oh I need to push….!!!” Before I could think of an explanation my body was bearing down once more, birthing my husband’s best friend’s baby right beside our marital bed.

[prpfz]

I’m Evan: 24 and Australian (GMT+10).

18+ only so please have your age on your blog. I prefer 3-5 paragraph replies, in 3rd person POV. Discord only. Ideally wanting plots with lots of character development and smut - exploring how they act in relationships both romantic and lust based. Basically everything is on the table as long as all parties are adults. I’m all for communication to make sure we have fun.

But in advance ⚠️ no doubling ⚠️. Sorry but a guy has to be selfish every now and then. Looking for someone to play the bold characters listed below.

Genshin Impact (modern AU wanted):

Tartaglia x Scaramouche,

Diluc x Kaeya

Arcane:

Jayce x Viktor

Jayce x Mel

Baldur’s Gate 3:

M!OC x Halsin

M!OC x Gale

M!OC x Astarion

M!Durge* x Astarion

F!OC X Astarion

Dragon Age (all games):

OC x OC- FxM or MxM welcome

Alistair x F!Mahariel

Fenris x Garrett Hawke

Solas x F!Lavellan

Lucanis x F!Rook

Emmrich x M!Rook

Detroit Become Human:

Gavin Reed x RK900

Final Fantasy XV:

Any ship amongst the 4 main guys is fine by me, including poly ships, and I can write any character.

If interested please like this post or message me! Thank you! ⚔️🧀🐉

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