What does roleplay mean on omegle

The hand that was not draped over the pillows behind them clenched involuntarily in the material of his slacks at the blunted fingernail circling at his neck. Felt himself turn towards her like a flower in the sun. His hearts were hammering there, and he knew she could feel it too. He then attempted the potential worst French accent of all time. What do you say? You: Oh, she could dine on that for the rest of her life, the breathless wide eyes and the stunned expression.

An alien. So normal. So Northern. So exciting. Two hearts. And, sometimes, when she imagined it, they both beat for her, in moments like this.

She watched as he threw the jacket and the tie away, immediately letting him pull her closer. Toes curled against the souls of her feet as she let out a sigh of her own. Oh, then that ridiculous accent. That sound that had her laughing high and sweet, head back before she tugged herself closer, seizing his mouth with her own. Both hands combed back into the soft brown hair. Well, mostly soft. Damn product. You: [A few months after post-Game when Akira has returned "home" to his hometown and parents, Est.

Stranger: I don't really have anything planned if I'm honest. I might just work on a few sketches to pass the time. Stranger: All major projects have been accounted for. All that's left is presentation. Apart from those though, no I really don't have anything planned.

Stranger: They are rare, you're right. But when they do come around, they are somewhat something I look forward to. You: This has nothing to do with you all thinking you're super clever figuring out I'm coming up tomorrow, right? Stranger: Well, even though you're our leader I think I can request not answering that? You: He's not It had been a trainwreck.

A good trainwreck, a nice trainwreck full of laughter even for all of the awkwardness, but a trainwreck nonetheless. But, like everything, practice makes perfect and they had a good bit of practice.

Knowing Yusuke was as easy as knowing himself; he didn't need a notebook to keep track of the things that Yusuke liked, ones that made him tilt his head back and sigh in pleasure. Akira has commited each and every instance to memory, something to draw back on when they're together and, admittedly, when he's alone, too. Sex isn't the end all, be all of the universe, some cosmos designed union, but Akira thinks it's nice.

Being with Yusuke is nice. Feeling Yusuke, sharing breath and touch, laughing through it, and pleasuring one another through it is really all he wants. It's the simple pleasures in life, really, and he's fallen so deeply in love with Yusuke and the pleasure having him in his life brings. Though, admittedly, the sex has gotten good. It's not showstopping, at least, Akira doesn't think it is. Despite what his friends have suggested, Akira's roster of people he's been involved with is pretty short.

Yusuke wasn't his first, but he was pretty close to it. Not that he thinks of a single other person when they're together. He sees bright silver eyes frammed with thick lashes and his attention is cemented there. Pressing closer, he lets the other remove his clothes, thrown down into the abyss only to press closer. For a second, he's convinced that just the touch of skin on bare skin might be his undoing. Fuck, he's missed this; he's missed Yusuke. It's his turn to shiver as Yusuke draws his lips down.

With one hand flat on the bed, he tries to keep his weight above Yusuke only to have the other curl into him, making that touching sensation even stronger. Akira laughs, breathless as it is at the purr, turning to try and chase after the lips he's not gotten nearly enough of, his hands sliding up and down Yusuke's thighs, shifting a little closer until he's grinding up into Yusuke, that laughter turning to a low groan as he remembers what that feels like. You: No matter how many times he hears that laugh, it still knocks him asunder.

Joker cracks again, Akira peering through, as lovestruck and nearly overwhelmed by that sound as he was the first time he'd heard it. It'd been so rare to hear, too, Yusuke being entirely too selfish keeping it to himself until it apparently escaped, unbidden. Akira's got that exact same ridiculous expression from back then, too, which was the one that had later forced Ann to corner him wanting to know what the hell that was? Friends don't stare like that, friends don't go silent just because Yusuke sounds delighted.

And she was right--Akira didn't want to be friends with him. And how wonderfully that had worked out. You: No matter how many times that they do this, Akira still can't get enough. Sure, there's the physical sensation--skin on skin, breath for breath while electricity lights through his very veins--but it's far more than that. He loves the raise of his voice, the knowledge that he's the one who's reduced Yusuke to this, that Yusuke wants to be reduced to this by Akira's hand.

Whatever it was that they were doing, their silent contract was theirs and theirs alone to understand. At least Ryuji was doing a fairly good job of keeping Futaba comforted and watched; the young faux ginger has made it very far in her journey to be more social, to interact, and depend not as much on technology to understand and communicate with the world around her, but this tightly packed sardines scenario could get anyone to flinch and curl up within themselves.

That the artist mock glares, which he responded to with a light shrug and half-smile. Anything to make her happy. It made her seem like an air-head, distracted which worked in her favor. Metaphorically, of course. Stranger: [Vampire roommate AU!

At first, it had been a bit odd. That was fine… So what if all their Tokyo Disney Land photos were ruined? He paid rent and Keigo actually really liked the guy. Too many shopping sprees at their local Urban Society. Despite all that, the only really strange thing about being roommates with a vampire was all the blood in the fridge. Touya did the grocery shopping despite him not being able to eat normal human food, and it was always pretty fresh. That was reserved for when they went out.

He usually had things like dark green, leafy vegetables, red meat, chicken, and beans. Never fish or garlic. Touya said he hated them. Keigo respected that and ate what he was given. The thing was… When he googled it, all those foods were great for people with iron deficiencies or anemia. Like Touya was getting ready to eat him or something. With a sigh, he set his book down on the coffee table and changed the channel. Of course, he was reading a shitty vampire romance novel.

Keigo had originally picked them up to tease Touya, but he actually kind of liked them. They were just so cheesy and pretty good for a nice laugh. The lines were just so… awful. In the other room, he could hear Touya stirring. Keigo glanced at the clock. Sure enough, it was nine and the sun was down.

No more crypts and dark mosoleums. This new age of technology and innovation has made slinking around in the dead of night as easy as it is for mortals during the day. He steps back in a rapid, fluid motion, across the room before Keigo can freak out and respond, laughing as he hauls himself up to side on the edge of the counter as his meal warms.

Posts Archive. Some end at a logical ending point. Above all? Anyone can dive right in, and the best way to learn to play is by playing. So dive in and start something, tumblrkin. What is Omegle RP? They look like this: Etc. In RP, they look more like this: And so on, and so on, until a story has been told or someone gets bored. Unless someone is given to the snow demons- the Rakhatians- our village will be decimated by ice and blizzards. So it's either my life, or everyone's. At my volunteering, the two guards drag me off out of the village limits and into the tundra of the mountain.

They throw me into the snow some miles away, and I trip over the hem of my dress, landing in the cold white powder. Just waiting for the king to show up and kill me. Leave your name, description, and continue please! Clair- long, wavy auburn hair, goldish green eyes, pale. Freckles across her nose and cheekbones.

Slender, and stands around 5'5" My email is drawinartyst gmail. I also have kik and wattpad. Stranger: Oh gosh! This seems really cool! It's absolutely fine if you would rather not though. You: Not at all, go right ahead! Stranger: Oh, cool! I'll send over his bio, if you'd like? Stranger: Character Bio- Name: Seddrinth; Species: Dragon-based, though he has a more human than dragon face; Age: Around , adult age for his species, though he looks to be in his mid-twenties; Gender: Male; scales are light green, his eyes are light brown and typically his pupils are like a snake's.