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Current cravings/new plots now put in latest bump! Please read before messaging!
When bumping this specific thread it means I am not looking to double like in my others!
When bumping this specific thread it means I am not looking to double like in my others!
Expectation Exchange:
- Literate and descriptive past-tense third person posts. I can do novella but around 3-5 decent paragraphs tends to be my sweet spot.
- Replies between once a week to several in a single day, depends on mood and muse. Will directly communicate availability if I need to take more than 7 days.
- Looking to play as a curvy gal, something like this, or even more curvaceous in which I have a few more references available upon request. Not direct face claim as I prefer to come up with designs on my own, but for body type reference, yes, that. I like describing the soft jiggly bouncy nature of a well-stacked character, if that's not something you also thoroughly enjoy, we likely don't mesh.
- I'm looking for size difference play where MC is smaller while YC is big and powerful.
- Either dubious consent, or immensely seductive yet romantic smut. I like the complicated push and pull that can come from a possessive/controlling and yet affectionate hand. Feeling 'chased', literally or metaphorically, is a huge craving. Would like the characters to also develop together as a complicated couple regardless of if the dynamic is dubious or not.
- Dom/sub, Only looking to play as the sub (but can still be active and initiate even when in that role)
Plot Inspiration:
Broken Hearts Culdesacβ
Neighbors falling in love. Classic.
Now add a teeny bit of spice.
MC has just moved in, perhaps she's escaping an abusive relationship, or just needs a change of scenery. Either trauma response or just her nature, the sweet looking woman has a hypersexual libido hidden underneath...which her neighbor, YC, happens to stumble upon one day.
Perhaps she orders books, magazines, and other sorts of paraphernalia that relate to her kinks that accidentally gets mailed to YC instead and one day YC can't help but go over to return the items, and see if perhaps they can't use them together?
Or,
Perhaps YC is a handyman and something in MC's house got broken. YC's late and she's thinking perhaps they aren't coming at all, so she gets herself settled on the couch to watch some 'entertainment' and relax by use of her hand, only for YC to walk in because she didn't remember to lock the door when she realized they might not be coming.
A steamy silly meet cute that turns into a passionate love affair where they grow together and as people.
Mastabatory Aidβ
This story-element could be integrated alongside any of my plots, which I would be happy to do.
MC has been having problems lately with climaxing. Perhaps there's a psychological/emotional reason, or perhaps just a result of being by herself, but, no matter how much she tries, she can't seem to climax. With her sex-drive already being high, this inability is very noticed in her daily life.
Desperation falls on her to the point she's even started to become risky.
Masturbating at work, in hidden areas of stores, back of movie theaters, just, overcome with a need for relief and not being able to stop herself so she goes off to hide and try to take care of things...even though she's always unable to finish the job by herself.
That's where YC comes in.
Could start with YC and MC being coworkers and YC walks in on her one day. Could be her boss. Could be neighbors. Could be any number of starts.
Either way, her problem is learned, and some mutually beneficial decisions are made.
I would still want romance however, so, would need room for this to develop in the beginning. YC could just be a romantic himbo, or perhaps they have a past/vague familiarity with each other and either YC or both our characters have had mutual attraction/crushes before that point. Whatever the case may be, this story would be centered on the risky aid when MC goes into one of her desperate moments where she just -needs- to get off then and there, them fucking all around town, and also getting to know each other, becoming attached in the interim between her sudden flashes of carnality.
Sunny disposition, Stormy Heartβ
This one's probably the most dramatic and dark, but only at the meet cute, then it's more character driven drama and bonding.
MC is the always happy sunshine one, but deep down, she's severely depressed, and one unlucky day, she goes out drinking at the club.
One thing leads to another and she ends up on the roof.
Her dark thoughts swirling, unable to fight them as well while inebriated, and she ends up standing on the ledge, debating on ending the pain.
YC, possibly also a bit drunk, goes up to the roof for some reason as well, and happens to spot her.
They coax her off the ledge, either through talking or being quick enough to pull her away.
Could be slow burn, or, maybe the endorphins and drunkenness leads them to having sex on the roof.
YC gets a slightly possessive feeling towards her, or perhaps is just worried about leaving her alone considering what she almost did, to where pursuing commences.
Life unfolds as MC practically denies any woes of her own, wanting to keep up her chipper persona, and the two knock down each others emotional walls to become closer, slowly but surely.
Lewd Librarianβ
MC works at a quaint shop of books.
Pretty, quite voluptuous, but otherwise fitting for the novel setting.
Under the surface of that hopeless romantic heart, is a nymphomaniac. Writing tales of debauchery under a surname, living out her wild fantasies vicariously through her writing. She's lost hope to ever be able to find that mix of passion and affection in real life, resigning herself to crafting tales for her small but loyal fanbase.
One day, her identity is discovered, and, an offer to make her stories come true is given.
Many ways for YC to discover the identity of this smut-author.
Could be the editor she's never met in person is finally too impassioned by her prose to -not- go for it?
Dubcon option with the use of a bit of blackmail; YC hiding their identity as both her editor and the mysterious person whose reached out to her with a 'deal' of wanting to have her in exchange for keeping her secret, though, don't want cruel-non-con so YC's twisted reasoning does need to come from a place of romantic intentions, wanting to give her what she clearly wants (and what YC wants).
If making a big beefy character her editor feels at all weird, YC could also be the editor's sibling/parent who is an unofficial beta-reader, or has been secretly sneaking onto MC's editor's laptop and learned all this info, or a variety of things. Maybe even a criminal/gangster that stole the editor's laptop and is secretly a really big reader with a soft spot.
Another option, we could go consensual with it being a pure customer that discovers her writing at work, and as a fan, YC is intrigued and interested and things roll from there.
Also open to other ideas too, naturally
Lots of room for different kink scenes and roleplay within roleplay.
When Dom/sub is biological
Dom/sub as a sexual-biological identity. Modern slice of life.
Only a fifth of the population experience such mutation, when a sub feels a rush of pleasant tingles as a Dom tells them to 'sit', or other commanding acts, feeling compelled down to their very marrow to act accordingly for wish of praise.
Or a Dom overcome with fascination and delight as they instructs or over-powers their sub. A yearning to protect and possess a potent addicting aphrodisiac.
How they meet and discovery this about each other is entirely open for discussion.
Some prose to tempt you:
The river was the sort of body of water where people barely bothered to name it since it was so insignificant, or if they did, what the people of Pell's crossing deemed it would vastly contrast what a wanderer might call it, and yet nearly no-one would feel compelled to correct the other.
The click-clack of feet against stone sounded of one walking just along the river's edge closest to the little township.
Cream-colored hands held out at honey spotted shoulders, in perfect balance along the rim between path and water.
Hmm...she didn't want to feed...but she was hungry.
And it would likely only be a day before she was...-too- hungry.
Damn.
Really no choice then was there?
The sweet voice box that belonged to this speckled passerby hummed in resolution and surrender, and, with a near pirouette, this lass's back was turned towards the drink and
Tiiiilt,
whiiish,
splash!!
Moments later, a ruby haired figure with arms wrapped beneath her weighty chest, looking cold and yet not shivering, passed the window to an especially forgettable inn, and walked through the door.
Libby Salude glanced around.
Her wavy maroon hair was damp and clung to the sides of her alabaster and umber speckled cheeks, making it look all the more feminine as the red outlines seemed as wine over snow-silk.
Her eyes took in the sight of each figure within the establishment.
Sniffing out for a 'reaction' in regards to her state of dress.
Her clothes dripped with pearls of water that rolled down her legs and made her clothes cling to her body. A mix between a peasant outfit and that of an adventurer...with perhaps a -bit- more skin showing than absolutely necessary, though, in her defense, she wore more clothes regularly then a lot of her ilk.
No judgment of course.
The way the off the shoulder peasant shirt clung to her developed chest almost made the white blouse blend into her moonlight bust, not leaving -the most- to the imagination as to their size and shape. Though it was hardly ever possible to hide her shape.
Her folded oval ears lost a bit of their usual 'poof' due to the drink, and as she walked towards the bar keep, her adorable tear-drop like tail wagged to shake off some of the droplets at the same time her pillow ears flapped up and down to do similar.
She was a faun.
-Apparently.-
Libby sniffled, or, she made it sound like a sniffle as she feigned interest in getting a warm drink, but what she was really doing was smelling for any sign of arousal.
It was near impossible to hide the scent of one's own titilation in the presence of a being such as her, and all she needed was a good strong whiff from one of the mortals in here, and she could get to work...and get things over with, more importantly.
Just a few 'bites'. That's all she needed.
At most a few kisses, then she could be on her merry way.
Naturally, she couldn't help her view from looking to the muscle-tower with the purple eyes in the room, and though she didn't get -much- personal satisfaction in her necessary-'hunting', she did feel a -bit- hopeful that perhaps she'd catch some aroma coming off him, specifically...
Heh, she did tend to enjoy kissing, at the very least, especially when the 'prey' was quite...visually appealing.
The short dripping-wet satyr gave him a nod of acknowledgment, since she came so close to him 'because he was close to the bar', before turning to the inn-keeper with a demure smile of contrition, "Sorry, I left a bit of a trail, could I trouble you for something warm to drink, and maybe even an extra towel if you have it? I can clean up the mess after I get just a little bit warmed up." She bent over the bar, arms crossed, again as though she were trying to get a bit warmer, but as she stood only a few feet away from the raven-haired man, she knew the slopes of her many curves would be on display.
Her peach shaped rear jutted out due to her leaning forward, and showing off the slenderness of her back next to the wideness of her hips.
A heavenly cloud hour-glass of a figure.
Silently, 'innocently', tempting him, or seeing if he -could- be tempted, before making a straight forward move.
She glanced to the man again, friendly, inviting, as though she just -knew- he had to be curious, making idle conversation for coming into the place in such a strange way, "I fell into the lake, heh, how clumsy of me, eh? You'd think I'd never travelled before."
The click-clack of feet against stone sounded of one walking just along the river's edge closest to the little township.
Cream-colored hands held out at honey spotted shoulders, in perfect balance along the rim between path and water.
Hmm...she didn't want to feed...but she was hungry.
And it would likely only be a day before she was...-too- hungry.
Damn.
Really no choice then was there?
The sweet voice box that belonged to this speckled passerby hummed in resolution and surrender, and, with a near pirouette, this lass's back was turned towards the drink and
Tiiiilt,
whiiish,
splash!!
Moments later, a ruby haired figure with arms wrapped beneath her weighty chest, looking cold and yet not shivering, passed the window to an especially forgettable inn, and walked through the door.
Libby Salude glanced around.
Her wavy maroon hair was damp and clung to the sides of her alabaster and umber speckled cheeks, making it look all the more feminine as the red outlines seemed as wine over snow-silk.
Her eyes took in the sight of each figure within the establishment.
Sniffing out for a 'reaction' in regards to her state of dress.
Her clothes dripped with pearls of water that rolled down her legs and made her clothes cling to her body. A mix between a peasant outfit and that of an adventurer...with perhaps a -bit- more skin showing than absolutely necessary, though, in her defense, she wore more clothes regularly then a lot of her ilk.
No judgment of course.
The way the off the shoulder peasant shirt clung to her developed chest almost made the white blouse blend into her moonlight bust, not leaving -the most- to the imagination as to their size and shape. Though it was hardly ever possible to hide her shape.
Her folded oval ears lost a bit of their usual 'poof' due to the drink, and as she walked towards the bar keep, her adorable tear-drop like tail wagged to shake off some of the droplets at the same time her pillow ears flapped up and down to do similar.
She was a faun.
-Apparently.-
Libby sniffled, or, she made it sound like a sniffle as she feigned interest in getting a warm drink, but what she was really doing was smelling for any sign of arousal.
It was near impossible to hide the scent of one's own titilation in the presence of a being such as her, and all she needed was a good strong whiff from one of the mortals in here, and she could get to work...and get things over with, more importantly.
Just a few 'bites'. That's all she needed.
At most a few kisses, then she could be on her merry way.
Naturally, she couldn't help her view from looking to the muscle-tower with the purple eyes in the room, and though she didn't get -much- personal satisfaction in her necessary-'hunting', she did feel a -bit- hopeful that perhaps she'd catch some aroma coming off him, specifically...
Heh, she did tend to enjoy kissing, at the very least, especially when the 'prey' was quite...visually appealing.
The short dripping-wet satyr gave him a nod of acknowledgment, since she came so close to him 'because he was close to the bar', before turning to the inn-keeper with a demure smile of contrition, "Sorry, I left a bit of a trail, could I trouble you for something warm to drink, and maybe even an extra towel if you have it? I can clean up the mess after I get just a little bit warmed up." She bent over the bar, arms crossed, again as though she were trying to get a bit warmer, but as she stood only a few feet away from the raven-haired man, she knew the slopes of her many curves would be on display.
Her peach shaped rear jutted out due to her leaning forward, and showing off the slenderness of her back next to the wideness of her hips.
A heavenly cloud hour-glass of a figure.
Silently, 'innocently', tempting him, or seeing if he -could- be tempted, before making a straight forward move.
She glanced to the man again, friendly, inviting, as though she just -knew- he had to be curious, making idle conversation for coming into the place in such a strange way, "I fell into the lake, heh, how clumsy of me, eh? You'd think I'd never travelled before."
Gods...he had a lot of beef to offer didn't he?...She mentally smacked herself for the ill-timed, possibly fatigued fueled, mental pun.
Libi couldn't say she was shocked that this part of him had a bovine shape to it, but, knowing something logically and experiencing something in real life was two different things.
She was already feeling absolutely puny down before him, his shadow blocking out the sun but his own body there to offer plenty of warmth.
Then this pillar joined the party. Girthy and veiny...some of the veins even seeming a bit peculiar...but she hadn't the patience to inspect them.
A quick exhale, like an athlete about to participate in dedicated practice, escaped Libi's pearl pink lips.
Her body was -built- to handle any and all sizes, it was evolutionary, to be able to siphon from any sentient race a fiendish one might need to take from.
She could do this.
She was good at it.
Libi's hands laid to the front of his thighs, then slowly driiiifted to the edge, like a sensual grand marshal leading in the parade of her oral-show.
The horned cranium diving in.
She tilted until her face was on the underside of the hardening length, which was easy considering their heights, her stippled brow was even obscured by his aerial view, going all the way to the base of the pole.
She could feel her horns shudder, and two slits at her back flinching, along with her wiggling wagging tail.
It was harder to maintain her presence, and her focus was becoming...distracted...
Her tongue laid down flat at the underside of his member, her saliva making her palette feel especially spongy and slippery, and, a few inches longer than one would expect from a faun, it being able to loop around the circumference of his shaft to where the tip of her oral muscle would faintly be seen tickling the topside of his girth.
Then as she withdrew it to wiggle on the underside, her hands swooped below, holding each fuzzy plum in each palm that hung beneath, giving a small and dedicated caress to the orbs and a lift of support.
Once the base of the bottom of his bullhood was decidedly wet, she liiiiiifted his carnal extremity up with her face, liiiiiiiiiicking along his shaft, her long tongue leaving a saliva trail behind as it shifted, left, right, left right, LeftRightLeftRight, along his meat, forcing his salacious structure to point perpendicular to his groin so that her mouth could make it's trail towards that flat-point.
And, as she did so, there was a shift in her form.
The energy he was exuding had gone from sensual to fully sexual, and she had gone too long without a meal, in fact, the longest she had ever gone, to be able to remember to keep her secondary characteristics at bay during a moment such as this.
So her 'traits' could no longer be completely hidden.
While her fingers kneaded his hanging-fruit, and her tongue lathered the bottom of his monument, the other side of her form made its change.
Her little triangular horns seemed to shift behind her brow...and grow larger...larger to the point they were becoming ram like...Mostly ivory and then tipped with the same honey as her spots.
Then, 'flit flap',
bat-like-wings unfurling, alabaster pinions with light brown spots stretched out at her shoulder blades.
Even her wagging dollop of a doe tail began to shiver, and elongate, and then streeeeeetch into a smooth dotted limb with a valentine-shaped point.
It wasn't like a mirage however, wasn't as though what she looked like seconds before was fake, her previous horns and tail were not a illusion, it seemed more, that her body just had -two- 'true forms', and this was the one needed for this activity.
A half-bred demon.
Her lips finally ended their journey to his slightly-pyramid tip, her mouth opening wide and her eyes cast upwards at him.
Her pupils had changed shape.
They were now hearts.
Another version of Libi now stood on her knees before Bjork, and as she looked up at him, her face didn't seem to indicate that she was aware she had just made a huge reveal to him. In fact she looked at him as though nothing strange happened at all.
She had changed on accident.
So she made no attempt to pause as the now sexual-imp was revealed, and bobbed her head downward with a loud
SLUUUUURP.
Her cheeks going sallow while she sucked down, the cap of his delectable trunk being pulled into the warm and satin gums with a tongue that cradled the under curve welcomingly.
Usually, a man would have fully fallen to his knees by now, but perhaps minotaur just had more sturdiness?
She kept to work, feeling things would be settled amiably in no time.
It was a lot to take in, but as her mouth got used to the large member for a moment, her speckled tail wagging behind her like a happy canine, there was soon a loud, 'ULP!' and those stretched lips started to devour more of his length.
Inch worming her slippery and velvet way down his rod while her fingers flexed and undulated against his sack.
Drool generously slipping along his girth to help lubricate her way down the substantial width.
Each swallow and 'upping' rubbing along his foreskin, until she made it half way down him, miraculously,
then 3/4 down.
Then finally, his tip was being snuggly slithered into her airtight velour-vice throat.
She had pulled him to the most depths that his intimidating form could reach.
Her nose 'booped' the center of his pelvis, as he was fully buried within the velveteen maw, her neck bulging on the outside, making a near perfect outline of his large erotic shape.
Taking a second to let herself get used to the stretching, as it was the most her body had gone before, one second, then two,
Then she felt confident and her lungs were prepared to hold for awhile to properly perform.
'Gulk Guk Guk~"
She purposefully gagged against him, the muscles in her esophagus rubbing back and forth along his flesh. The sloppy drool starting to cascade onto his groin and paddle down to his testes and her fingers. She used her own spittle, her palms sloping upwards to catch the wetness before gliding back down to properly cup his sacks. Giving further softness to her massaguing. The vicious nature making it easier to essentially milk the bovine that was hovering high above her.
Libi's flexible tongue, which was much longer than that of a satyr, wrapped around his pole like a snake, looping over and over as a serpent climbing a tree, and once swooped around him at least 3 times, the taste-bud coil began to coast uuuup, like a spring that was closing together, and then doooooown, like a slinky stretching in order to bounce.
This continued around his trapped erection, able to add even more friction to his joystick with the swing to and fro, back and forth, uuuuuuuup and dooooown. Being stroked while also fully consumed behind her mouth.
All the while, her gulping made a cacophony of lewd amorous tunes.
"gluk GUK GLUK ULP ULP!~"
Each note was another squeeze and rub all over his burrowed length.
Libi couldn't say she was shocked that this part of him had a bovine shape to it, but, knowing something logically and experiencing something in real life was two different things.
She was already feeling absolutely puny down before him, his shadow blocking out the sun but his own body there to offer plenty of warmth.
Then this pillar joined the party. Girthy and veiny...some of the veins even seeming a bit peculiar...but she hadn't the patience to inspect them.
A quick exhale, like an athlete about to participate in dedicated practice, escaped Libi's pearl pink lips.
Her body was -built- to handle any and all sizes, it was evolutionary, to be able to siphon from any sentient race a fiendish one might need to take from.
She could do this.
She was good at it.
Libi's hands laid to the front of his thighs, then slowly driiiifted to the edge, like a sensual grand marshal leading in the parade of her oral-show.
The horned cranium diving in.
She tilted until her face was on the underside of the hardening length, which was easy considering their heights, her stippled brow was even obscured by his aerial view, going all the way to the base of the pole.
She could feel her horns shudder, and two slits at her back flinching, along with her wiggling wagging tail.
It was harder to maintain her presence, and her focus was becoming...distracted...
Her tongue laid down flat at the underside of his member, her saliva making her palette feel especially spongy and slippery, and, a few inches longer than one would expect from a faun, it being able to loop around the circumference of his shaft to where the tip of her oral muscle would faintly be seen tickling the topside of his girth.
Then as she withdrew it to wiggle on the underside, her hands swooped below, holding each fuzzy plum in each palm that hung beneath, giving a small and dedicated caress to the orbs and a lift of support.
Once the base of the bottom of his bullhood was decidedly wet, she liiiiiifted his carnal extremity up with her face, liiiiiiiiiicking along his shaft, her long tongue leaving a saliva trail behind as it shifted, left, right, left right, LeftRightLeftRight, along his meat, forcing his salacious structure to point perpendicular to his groin so that her mouth could make it's trail towards that flat-point.
And, as she did so, there was a shift in her form.
The energy he was exuding had gone from sensual to fully sexual, and she had gone too long without a meal, in fact, the longest she had ever gone, to be able to remember to keep her secondary characteristics at bay during a moment such as this.
So her 'traits' could no longer be completely hidden.
While her fingers kneaded his hanging-fruit, and her tongue lathered the bottom of his monument, the other side of her form made its change.
Her little triangular horns seemed to shift behind her brow...and grow larger...larger to the point they were becoming ram like...Mostly ivory and then tipped with the same honey as her spots.
Then, 'flit flap',
bat-like-wings unfurling, alabaster pinions with light brown spots stretched out at her shoulder blades.
Even her wagging dollop of a doe tail began to shiver, and elongate, and then streeeeeetch into a smooth dotted limb with a valentine-shaped point.
It wasn't like a mirage however, wasn't as though what she looked like seconds before was fake, her previous horns and tail were not a illusion, it seemed more, that her body just had -two- 'true forms', and this was the one needed for this activity.
A half-bred demon.
Her lips finally ended their journey to his slightly-pyramid tip, her mouth opening wide and her eyes cast upwards at him.
Her pupils had changed shape.
They were now hearts.
Another version of Libi now stood on her knees before Bjork, and as she looked up at him, her face didn't seem to indicate that she was aware she had just made a huge reveal to him. In fact she looked at him as though nothing strange happened at all.
She had changed on accident.
So she made no attempt to pause as the now sexual-imp was revealed, and bobbed her head downward with a loud
SLUUUUURP.
Her cheeks going sallow while she sucked down, the cap of his delectable trunk being pulled into the warm and satin gums with a tongue that cradled the under curve welcomingly.
Usually, a man would have fully fallen to his knees by now, but perhaps minotaur just had more sturdiness?
She kept to work, feeling things would be settled amiably in no time.
It was a lot to take in, but as her mouth got used to the large member for a moment, her speckled tail wagging behind her like a happy canine, there was soon a loud, 'ULP!' and those stretched lips started to devour more of his length.
Inch worming her slippery and velvet way down his rod while her fingers flexed and undulated against his sack.
Drool generously slipping along his girth to help lubricate her way down the substantial width.
Each swallow and 'upping' rubbing along his foreskin, until she made it half way down him, miraculously,
then 3/4 down.
Then finally, his tip was being snuggly slithered into her airtight velour-vice throat.
She had pulled him to the most depths that his intimidating form could reach.
Her nose 'booped' the center of his pelvis, as he was fully buried within the velveteen maw, her neck bulging on the outside, making a near perfect outline of his large erotic shape.
Taking a second to let herself get used to the stretching, as it was the most her body had gone before, one second, then two,
Then she felt confident and her lungs were prepared to hold for awhile to properly perform.
'Gulk Guk Guk~"
She purposefully gagged against him, the muscles in her esophagus rubbing back and forth along his flesh. The sloppy drool starting to cascade onto his groin and paddle down to his testes and her fingers. She used her own spittle, her palms sloping upwards to catch the wetness before gliding back down to properly cup his sacks. Giving further softness to her massaguing. The vicious nature making it easier to essentially milk the bovine that was hovering high above her.
Libi's flexible tongue, which was much longer than that of a satyr, wrapped around his pole like a snake, looping over and over as a serpent climbing a tree, and once swooped around him at least 3 times, the taste-bud coil began to coast uuuup, like a spring that was closing together, and then doooooown, like a slinky stretching in order to bounce.
This continued around his trapped erection, able to add even more friction to his joystick with the swing to and fro, back and forth, uuuuuuuup and dooooown. Being stroked while also fully consumed behind her mouth.
All the while, her gulping made a cacophony of lewd amorous tunes.
"gluk GUK GLUK ULP ULP!~"
Each note was another squeeze and rub all over his burrowed length.
Kinks: I'm looking for as many of these as can be used, but only a few are absolute needs which I will specify
Consensual
Dub-con (Receiving, Not required but preferred)
Size difference (MC smaller, YC larger/muscular, requirement)
Soft-domination
After care (Requirement)
Hickies (Receiving)
Oral (Giving and receiving, requirement)
Throat fucking
Biting
Anal
Multiple orgasms
Overstimulation
Forced to cum so many times in a row without a break that MC is whimpering and begging (Receiving, Not required but heavily preferred)
Spanking (With hand, with MC over YC's lap. For play and pleasure, not discipline.)
Sex till exhaustion
Risk of getting caught (but always managing to avoid)
Grabbing back of neck, (Receiving)
Head petting (Receiving)
'Too big' play, YC's cock large enough to where MC is a little sore after every time
Hunting/Chasing
Aphrodisiacs/pheromones
Being pinned down/manhandled (Receiving)
Hurt/Comfort (More so MC being harmed by her environment/things on the outside, and then comforted, even if dubiously, by YC)
Clitoral Stimulation (Requirement)
Light bondage
Praise!!! (Receiving, Requirement)
Force rooted in affection
Roleplay within roleplay
Loving sex
Water scenes (Shower, pool, etc)
MC made to wear a remote vibrator in public
Tit-fucking
Obsession
MC forced to orgasm (Especially through cunnilingus.)
Breast/Nipple play
Primal Play
Pet play
Dub-con (Receiving, Not required but preferred)
Size difference (MC smaller, YC larger/muscular, requirement)
Soft-domination
After care (Requirement)
Hickies (Receiving)
Oral (Giving and receiving, requirement)
Throat fucking
Biting
Anal
Multiple orgasms
Overstimulation
Forced to cum so many times in a row without a break that MC is whimpering and begging (Receiving, Not required but heavily preferred)
Spanking (With hand, with MC over YC's lap. For play and pleasure, not discipline.)
Sex till exhaustion
Risk of getting caught (but always managing to avoid)
Grabbing back of neck, (Receiving)
Head petting (Receiving)
'Too big' play, YC's cock large enough to where MC is a little sore after every time
Hunting/Chasing
Aphrodisiacs/pheromones
Being pinned down/manhandled (Receiving)
Hurt/Comfort (More so MC being harmed by her environment/things on the outside, and then comforted, even if dubiously, by YC)
Clitoral Stimulation (Requirement)
Light bondage
Praise!!! (Receiving, Requirement)
Force rooted in affection
Roleplay within roleplay
Loving sex
Water scenes (Shower, pool, etc)
MC made to wear a remote vibrator in public
Tit-fucking
Obsession
MC forced to orgasm (Especially through cunnilingus.)
Breast/Nipple play
Primal Play
Pet play
Red light! That'll be a no!! These are non-negotiable, I won't even entertain an intro message if it involves one of these
Full Non-con/Cruelty/Heartless domination
Death (except for the rare -plot- related reason towards side characters)
Incest
Bimbofication
Real life face claims
Make-up (dunno why, but I hate having MC wear it)
Piercings (On MC, YC can have them if you'd like)
Breath play
Scat/Throw up/WaterSports
Orgasm denial
Face-slapping
Degradation (Examples; The terms 'Whore, slut, bitch, cum dump, Bad girl, naughty, fuck toy' and words of that ilk, -all- count as degradation to me)
Heavy Humiliation
Cheating/Non-monagomy
Intense sadism
Steampunk/cyberpunk
Characters under 25 (playing as one or against one, except in platonic-plot related scenes as minor/side character roles)
MC being dominant
Intro pm's lacking detail or suggestions to help get the plotting rolling. I like to have a fun and creative back and forth when it comes to collaboration on a story and characters, and don't have the time for anything else to be honest.
Death (except for the rare -plot- related reason towards side characters)
Incest
Bimbofication
Real life face claims
Make-up (dunno why, but I hate having MC wear it)
Piercings (On MC, YC can have them if you'd like)
Breath play
Scat/Throw up/WaterSports
Orgasm denial
Face-slapping
Degradation (Examples; The terms 'Whore, slut, bitch, cum dump, Bad girl, naughty, fuck toy' and words of that ilk, -all- count as degradation to me)
Heavy Humiliation
Cheating/Non-monagomy
Intense sadism
Steampunk/cyberpunk
Characters under 25 (playing as one or against one, except in platonic-plot related scenes as minor/side character roles)
MC being dominant
Intro pm's lacking detail or suggestions to help get the plotting rolling. I like to have a fun and creative back and forth when it comes to collaboration on a story and characters, and don't have the time for anything else to be honest.
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