Ori Kami

Indie roleplay blog for a bunch of  fandomless OCs, and some semi-canon guys, written by Trice. Multiship, multimuse, multiverse, mun and muses are 25+.

muses: (Link to my googleDOC) An ever changing and ever growing list of muses. So check out regularly.

the mun: Trice (she/her) age: 29 years old timezone: gmt+2 experience: 17 years (13 on tumblr) language: German, English (English is not my first language, keep that in mind when interacting)

About:

Please respect me and my blog. I am not a resourceblog and I rather have people reblog memes, aesthetics or pictures from the original source than my blog. 

I mainly roleplay gay fluff, angst and smut. Some of my muses will be available for female (female presenting) muses, but I won’t be writing f/m-smut.

I mainly do shippy roleplays, just because I don’t have as much fun with platonic plots. Generally I am open minded to many things

Sometimes replies may take a lot of time due to the personal level of creativity or my muse in general. Right now I am obsessed with k-pop and the beautiful gaces of Ateez and Stray Kids, therefore the muses with them as faces are a bit more prominent than others

I am more into roleplaying bottoms and or submissive muses but will every once in a while throw out a dom/top type of muse so watch out ;)

I am a bit selective. I will most likely not roleplay with twink-sub-bottom muses.

MAYBE BENJI was much more like his father than he originally thought. Not just their behavior patterns were similar but their taste in men was quite the same as well. But Marián was definitely eye candy and hard to resist. Especially the strands of gray hair made him so much sexier. Benji wouldn’t have chosen Marián as his personal cop ally if he wouldn’t have been attracted to him. And certainly, Benji knew everything about the man now. He knew about the divorce the other was going through and how Benji could use that to his advantage. The boy slipped his hand under Marián’s shirt to feel the warm skin of the muscular back underneath his fingertips while his teeth nibbled on the man’s ear playfully. “What you have to do? Don’t screw me over,” the boy whispered before kissing the shell of Marián’s ear. Only then, he pulled away with a pout. “Untie you?! Hm, granted my men aren’t the smartest, I would have preferred you on your back with your hands tied to the bed. I can’t ride you like that which is a pity. But should I really untie you? You could still choke or strangle me.” Benji’s fingertips traced over Marián’s hand. “You have strong hands. My Dad had strong hands like that as well, I know how it feels to be nearly strangled to death with hands like that. I like your hand around my neck when you fuck me.” Benji got up from the other and settled down on the edge of the bed right next to Marián. He took out his phone and opened the folder with pictures. “Here.” He showed the evidence pictures to the other men before he deleted them from his phone. “See? Gone. I have one more backup somewhere, so if you hurt me now, they will be released. Can we agree to be friends, handsome? That we won’t hurt each other? We’d make such a good team. You know, that I could destroy your …wife…ex-wife within the blink of an eye, don’t you? All you need to do is be loyal to me.” The boy said with a loving tone in his voice while caressing Marián’s cheek.

Marián didn’t know as much as he wanted to know about the male. It seemed like someone did a great job keeping his name out of any files in the station. There was no hint of Benji being involved in anything dubious. Most of the dirt hinted to his father and the latest cases Marián took care of, making sure that Benjis name remained clean. Marián had to snort softly. How casually the young boy talked about this. loyalty, him screwing him over.. getting choked. “Aren’t you a traumatized minx..” He mumbled, sighing softly. “You should have gotten someone smarter to do the job or should have joined them.. I actually requested that this maybe wasn’t the way you would want me tied up.” He needed to calm down. An angry or loud tone wouldn’t help with this situation. He watched Benjis phone, pleased to see the pictures removed, though, he was aware that he could easily restore them with one single tap of his phone. But he shouldn’t smart ass, not now. “If you don’t give me reasons to hurt you, I won’t do it.” Should be easy enough. Marián wasn’t angry or aggressive without a reason. Seeing these pictures printed out and sent to his office was just really threatening. Again the tall man moved on the bed, not too comfortable like this. The offer.. tempting. “If anything happens to her, I will definitely be the lead suspect.” he licked his lower lip shortly. Yes, the divorce was going horrible for him, but still, his exwife didn’t deserve torture, death.. whatever it meant Benji requested. “You deleted the pictures, so there is no need for me to attack you. So.. how about you untie me? The legs at least?” Maybe if he untied the legs he could at least roll on his back, but laying like this was degrading, especially when they were negotiating. It was obvious that the kid had massive daddy issues, and he could use that for himself, right? Besides.. there was no one around to watch them, judge him. At least he hoped so. “I rather lay comfortably if you were going to ride me.” There was a slight smirk. He should try to get on Benjis good side. “For.. my mental health. Would you delete the photos from you deleted pictures area on your phone too? They.. remain saved in there even if you did delete the photos. Please.”

Kilian pursed his lips, looking over at Dom. “We don’t have service out here.” He realized soon, now they had been sitting in this damn car for the past half hour, trying to get some mechanic or anyone else to help them out but somehow Kilian found himself unable to reach anyone. Hence he was now watching Dom, slightly rolled up on the passenger seat, feeling cold. “You know.. we should do something to get warm again.. staring at our phones won’t get us anywhere.” He pointed out, slowly taking the phone from Doms hands, giving it a short look before putting it aside, together with his own. “Any requests on what to do now?” Honestly, Kilian was just cold and looking outside of the window, walking didn’t sound too promising right now. “We could get comfy in the backseat..”

Marián raised a brow, looking over at Kelly and his failed attempts to start the car. “Oh c’mon, you must be joking, right?” The cop rubbed his hands together, cold, from spending the past hour outside. He yet had to find any good reason for them both coming out there in the woods.. Who came up with ideas like that? Going for a jog when temperatures where low? “You know how to start a car, don’t you?” It had started snowing, which was why they were back to the car now, Marián felt cold and while he was hoping for the car to just start, the heater to warm their bodies, nothing was happening, which had him groan in frustration. “I’m freezing, man.” And the snow and wind was just getting heavier too. “Any smart ideas, doctor?”

“If I didn’t have a dozen reports to finish, or labs to attend, maybe I would.” Derek retorted, with far more sark than he’d intended. It wasn’t Erin’s problem that he couldn’t balance life at college with having a good time. “If you need a designated driver, then fine. You’ve got a cell phone you know.” the other added, yanking firmly at the knees of Erin’s pants like it was a chore.

“Well, it’s about time I got some sleep, just don’t snore.”

With another firm tug, Erin’s pants came loose and Derek whipped them off, haphazardly chucking them across the back of his desk chair, “I love you like I loved my fifth-grade hamster. He was cute, but didn’t know how to help himself either.” Derek added, offering a longing glance towards the computer screen before deciding it was best to catch some sleep.

“I swear…don’t make me regret this.”

With a light huff, he pulled his lounge pants down and kicked them to the corner of the room before hopping T-shirt and boxer briefs onto the bed. “You’re not as furry as the hamster though.” he eventually offered a small smile, aware that he’d perhaps been a little too harsh.

“You can’t be salty with me just because I had fun and you didn’t.” Erin ran a hand over his face, sighing softly. “Hey, not so rough. I’m delicate.” He wasn’t, still, it would be nice if the other would be treating him more gentle and not like some annoying burden, a task, something he had to do. But eventually the pants were gone and Erin nodded slightly, tugging at his shirt. It was a pet peeve of his to sleep in clothes he had left the house with. He hated it. And so the shirt needed to come off too. He managed to free an arm, that was all. “A hamster.” He blinked back at Derek, definitely not pleased with that reply. His jaw was slightly clenched. When he was putting his feelings out like this he actually didn’t want to be compared to a pet Derek once had. “Yeah no, forget it. I don’t love you.. changed my mind. If you don’t love me I don’t want to love you.” He rolled on his side, still kinda wearing half of his shirt. But now he was pouty because this was kinda rude.

The unsettling smile remains on the Nightmare’s features as Aleksi notes he has heard about him. Sensing that slight bit of uncertainty radiating from the Demi-God. Obviously, the more savage and merciless side of his reputation had graced his ears, too.

And the Corinthian loves it. He relishes in the insecurities people can hold against him. Will he fuck them or kill them? Even the Corinthian doesn’t know until he feels that urge. That overwhelming desire to consume.

His ocular teeth part with slight grins as the Demi-God steps up to him. Closing the distance between them. Towering over his form just slightly. He feels that itch to pull one of his knives that rest comfortably by his ribs.

“You’re awfully charming yourself. Shame I haven’t seen you around before.” A soft purr. A slight cock of his head and a clack of ocular teeth as he admires those delicious eyes.

It would be so simple, to just reach out and take them. A dangerous hand presses against Aleksi’s abdomen. Feeling the contours of his form beneath his suit. A gentle push. And the Nightmare guides him to fall back into the booth seat. He wastes no time in pressing Aleksi’s shoulder back into the booth to keep him pinned down and sighing as he slips a knee onto the couch on either side of the Demi-God’s legs and takes a seat in his lap.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Comes a sultry drawl from an unmasked ocular maw. A quick flick of his wrist and a sharp blade is twisting adeptly between his fingers. Glinting menacingly in the dim light of the booth.

“You and I are going to have some fun.”

Has Chris known anything about magic, he would’ve been able to tell his kidnapper was trying to fight a witch. He would’ve even been able to appreciate the irony of Eliya summoning him out of all the people in the world. Chris was, if anything, the opposite of a witch…

Dissarming that man seemed to have been easy enough, but the quick reaction caught Chris by surprise. He had hoped one punch was enough to do the job, but he was still tackled to the floor soon after. His back hit the solid tiles, but he tried to keep the right mind to dogde the punch coming his way. Of course it wasn’t gonna be easy.

He tangled his leg with Eliya’s using his knee to jab at the other’s wrist enough to make an opening and turn them around. He hadn’t spent years training to be defeated that easily, so he did all he could to get on top and pin his enemy to the ground.

“Of course it fucking hurt! Did you think I was gonna give you flowers for trying to kill me?” he growled in return. “Now be a good lad and stop fighting so I can go!”

While his maneuver had been great and he got to at least bring Chris to the floor, it was only a moment the other male needed to turn them over and have Eliya pinned to the floor instead. He let out a grunt, blinking up at the other male. And his request? It had the hunter snort. “Oh c’mon. I put a lot of effort into getting my hands on that spell. You think you can just go now? You think you slap me in the face and get to leave?” He was holding onto the males wrists, thinking this was at least one way to make his position better and maybe also keeping Chris from bashin his head in. His jaw honestly hurt a lot, the males fist did great damage to him and he knew he would be bruising, probably swelling too. “Just.. fucking get it done with. it’s not my fault you’re out there endangering many people.” He was moving underneath Chris shortly, trying to roll them over again but failing for the moment. “So what are you? What did you do to be wanted dead? I mean, you’re a witch or something.. so what did you do? Cursed a whole town?”

A part of him figured this was all just some kind of dream and he was just supposed to get it over with so he could wake up, which was why he simply went with it and didn’t question it, he was pretty sure there was no way the other man was able to shrink his dick. He reaised his eyebrow when he mentioned the spell, still quite amused “I really went all out for this dream, huh?” he said looking around then back at Jaron “Why would I even be mad? I’ll wake up in a bit and you’ll be back to taking my dick however I ask you to” he added, stepping closer to Jaron and smirking “The you back in the real world would jump to the opportunity to top me, I don’t know what my brain is doing with this version”

Raphael was ready to ‘wake up’ any time so of course he wasn’t taking Jaron seriously or anything he was saying to him “Stop scowling, you won’t be mad for long, I’ll eat your ass when I wake up” he said and reached out to playfully pat Jaron’s cheek, only then his face changing to confusion, that felt a little too real to be a dream, even a lucid one. He let his hand wander down to Jaron’s body, feeling up his shoulder and his chest “W-h…” he started to say, looking down at himself again “W-what the fuck did you do?!” he asked slowly coming to the realization that he was not dreaming and Jaron had in fact done something while he slept “Instead of fucking having a conversation like a normal person, you did this so you would have a chance to fuck me?!” he said, his playful tone and demeanor long gone.

Slowly Jaron realized why Raphael wasn’t really putting up a fight. Somehow he believed this situation was a dream and actually, well, Jaron had to agree. this setting was weird enough to be some goddamn dream. If he didn’t know of the world of magic he would surely feel the same. But he grew up like this.. A brow remained raised while he watched Raphael, listened to him. Definitely not enjoying the way the male was even disrespecting him now. “So that’s the whole deal? I’m a joke to you?” Even if he was a dream version, Raphael would still so happily disrespect him. It made the young witch angry, causing him to clench his jaw. Now he wasn’t feeling sorry that he did shrink the males dick, god he deserved to be even smaller. “Conversation? Please, I did ask you couple of times, I told you that I would love to fuck you and you were just a damn jerk about it. C’mon, how small minded can a man be if the size of a dick decides who gets to top or to bottom. He licked his lips shortly. “You know what.. I think I should leave you and your dick to yourself.. so you can get used to the new size.” He rubbed his hands together shortly before heading for the bedroom where he would collect his clothes. “But I would be careful, handsome, I don’t need to be around to work my magic and someone just earned a one incher..” All he wanted was to achieve that the other admitted that topping wasn’t about dick size, god he wouldn’t have shrunk the males dick if the other just told him he hated bottoming.. but no- All he ever did say was that Raphe was bigger and therefore had the right to top.

“Didn’t think you would be finding me... but maybe you just know me too well.” Clay often found himself coming to any rooftop possible, finding a comfy spot there, being all by himself was just peaceful. Gaining fame with his band made life hectic, so he really searched for any peace he could get. He had himself wrapped up in a warm blanket and looking up at the other, he was soon offering them a spot in his arms just so he could wrap them in the blanket as well. “I mean, you can’t watch stars here like you can back home but.. it’s good enough.” Would he ever get used living in big cities? Probably not. “I think up there could be Perseus but I may be mistaken.” It was just still so light in the city.

“Hey hey hey... drop that knife you’re totally gonna hurt someone with that.” Hale raised both his hands when he spotted the other man holding the knife in his hand while approaching him. No one was supposed to be home.. dressed in all black, fingers covered with gloves, he naturally wouldn’t be noticed. He was a thief and actually, he was good at it. And this wealthy people probably wouldn’t even notice that he took anything. Now this wealthy guy had a big knife, probably also a gun somewhere but then, he definitely preferred the knife. “You weren’t supposed to be home.. you had a grindr date, didn’t you?” He knew for sure.. he catfished this guy, lured him out of his place, asked him out for dinner. His brows furrowed slightly. “You even texted you where on your way..”