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I'm a simple woman with simple needs. I want to write stories where my character (female) gets to put things (fingers, toys, tongue, etc), into your character's (male) butt. There will be some femdom vibes, if not outright BDSM.
I only role play via PM or threads. However, I will happily chat with you OOC on discord. If we reach the point of beginning a role play together I'll be happy to exchange discord handles, but until then I'd prefer to keep all initial contact via PM.
Me
I'm female in my early thirties living in the northeastern US, and I'm mostly online in the afternoon and evenings. I've been role playing for eighteen or so years, getting my start on neopets, continuing to gaia, spending some time in a few smaller forums, and now here. In that time I've found my happiest medium to be a flexible 2-5 paragraphs. I go (significantly) longer for introductions and major scene-changes, and shorter for back-and-forth conversations or heavy action scenes involving oppositely controlled characters. I write exclusively in the third person, and put out an average of one post a day with a very lumpy distribution - two or three on some days, zero on others.
For the ideas in this thread, I'd prefer some light-hearted back-and-forth to get us a handle on our characters before possibly delving into some filthy smut.
You
You should be human, at least twenty-one years of age, able to match (roughly) my post length and quality, and able to post several times a week. You should have an equal or greater interest in developing a compelling character as you do in writing smut. You should be comfortable writing male-ish characters with male genitals having sex with female characters with female genitals and possibly with male characters with male genitals. Most importantly, you should be comfortable with my character putting things in your character's ass.
I don't care what your (the writer's) gender is.
Wants
At the present I'm craving something fun and moderately-to-heavily kinky, depending on the prompt. While not all of these hooks assign "dominant" or "submissive" roles, I do write women who know what they want and usually aren't shy about asking for it -- or taking it. I'm looking for a significant focus on elements like pegging and other forms of (male) anal play, sexual teasing, orgasm denial and ruin, playing with (pre)cum, and occasionally chastity. If you have an idea for it, I'm also cool with xenophilia/teratophilia, so tentacles and oviposition as well as general "weird" stuff in that vein.
The characters I like to play against shouldn't be push-overs -- my preferences are for self-confident, even smug men who can cash the proverbial checks they write. I enjoy the full spectrum from near-sociopathic cocky assholes to golden-retriever himbos, but keep 'em at least somewhat mature. Mid-twenties is the youngest I want to write against, in terms of character ages. And I like 'em rather masculine, with some muscle and at least a little bit of body hair. Well-hung is a plus but not a requirement; confidence in their skills in bed (and the ability to deliver) is. I enjoy size-differences but for these plots it's mostly not particularly relevant.
Here's my f-list. The highlights relevant to this thread are:
Plots and Prompts
The following are snippets and suggestions - enough scaffolding for us to build off of, rather than fully fleshed-out ideas. Let's come up with something together! Or, if you have an idea you want to pitch at me, please do. The worst that happens is I will politely decline.
An aspiring "paranormal romance" author rents a cabin in the pacific northwest in the hopes of finding her creative spark amidst the trees and the mist. When her trusted feline companion escapes out the back door, what he drags back proves to provide more than just inspiration for his human's writing.
(Image stolen shamelessly from one of the teratophilia groups on FB)
I'm a simple woman with simple needs. I want to write stories where my character (female) gets to put things (fingers, toys, tongue, etc), into your character's (male) butt. There will be some femdom vibes, if not outright BDSM.
I only role play via PM or threads. However, I will happily chat with you OOC on discord. If we reach the point of beginning a role play together I'll be happy to exchange discord handles, but until then I'd prefer to keep all initial contact via PM.
Me
I'm female in my early thirties living in the northeastern US, and I'm mostly online in the afternoon and evenings. I've been role playing for eighteen or so years, getting my start on neopets, continuing to gaia, spending some time in a few smaller forums, and now here. In that time I've found my happiest medium to be a flexible 2-5 paragraphs. I go (significantly) longer for introductions and major scene-changes, and shorter for back-and-forth conversations or heavy action scenes involving oppositely controlled characters. I write exclusively in the third person, and put out an average of one post a day with a very lumpy distribution - two or three on some days, zero on others.
For the ideas in this thread, I'd prefer some light-hearted back-and-forth to get us a handle on our characters before possibly delving into some filthy smut.
You
You should be human, at least twenty-one years of age, able to match (roughly) my post length and quality, and able to post several times a week. You should have an equal or greater interest in developing a compelling character as you do in writing smut. You should be comfortable writing male-ish characters with male genitals having sex with female characters with female genitals and possibly with male characters with male genitals. Most importantly, you should be comfortable with my character putting things in your character's ass.
I don't care what your (the writer's) gender is.
Wants
At the present I'm craving something fun and moderately-to-heavily kinky, depending on the prompt. While not all of these hooks assign "dominant" or "submissive" roles, I do write women who know what they want and usually aren't shy about asking for it -- or taking it. I'm looking for a significant focus on elements like pegging and other forms of (male) anal play, sexual teasing, orgasm denial and ruin, playing with (pre)cum, and occasionally chastity. If you have an idea for it, I'm also cool with xenophilia/teratophilia, so tentacles and oviposition as well as general "weird" stuff in that vein.
The characters I like to play against shouldn't be push-overs -- my preferences are for self-confident, even smug men who can cash the proverbial checks they write. I enjoy the full spectrum from near-sociopathic cocky assholes to golden-retriever himbos, but keep 'em at least somewhat mature. Mid-twenties is the youngest I want to write against, in terms of character ages. And I like 'em rather masculine, with some muscle and at least a little bit of body hair. Well-hung is a plus but not a requirement; confidence in their skills in bed (and the ability to deliver) is. I enjoy size-differences but for these plots it's mostly not particularly relevant.
Here's my f-list. The highlights relevant to this thread are:
- Non-Negotiable YES: Pegging, anal play (male recipient). If you're looking for primarily penis-in-vagina intercourse, I'm not the right partner for you.
- YES: MFM [MC the hinge], MMF [YC the hinge], and possible MFF [MC the hinge]. Bonus points for repressed bisexuality that MC gets to (re)discover.
- YES: Femdom, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, moaning, clean body smells, big sub/small domme
- NO: Scat, vore, incest, underage, rape
- NO: Pregnancy, risk-of-pregnancy. Magic wand says all birth control is good and effective for these plots.
- SURE: Anthros or furry settings. I'm completely ambivalent to this aspect, though there's a few more details we'd have to work out to set expectations.
- SURE: Sci-fi or fantasy settings, as long as worldbuilding and the greater plot aren't the main focus.
- MAYBE: Hit me up if you don't see it on my f-list, or just want further clarification. I promise I won't kink-shame!
Plots and Prompts
The following are snippets and suggestions - enough scaffolding for us to build off of, rather than fully fleshed-out ideas. Let's come up with something together! Or, if you have an idea you want to pitch at me, please do. The worst that happens is I will politely decline.
A werewolf and a vampire, frenemies and rivals at the same advertising firm, end up stranded at DFW airport on their way to a posh conference in Barcelona. Flight delays and cancellations means she's not fed in over a day, and tempers are well past flaring. Worse off, the hotel airport can only offer them a single room for their shared itinerary, to see them through to their flight the next morning.
And there was only one bed...
(I want this to be a "prickly vamipre [not-yet-]girlfriend and a himbo werewolf with a heart of gold. Bonus points if he doesn't realize she's a vampire before this point. Just thought she was on a weird diet and very particular about her sunscreen...
She's going to suck his blood. And then, possibly, his dick. They'll have a good time together, I promise.)
And there was only one bed...
(I want this to be a "prickly vamipre [not-yet-]girlfriend and a himbo werewolf with a heart of gold. Bonus points if he doesn't realize she's a vampire before this point. Just thought she was on a weird diet and very particular about her sunscreen...
She's going to suck his blood. And then, possibly, his dick. They'll have a good time together, I promise.)
Las Vegas is a good place to be a shifter. Off the strip the cost of living is affordable on a stripper's paycheck, and the wide, open desert surrounding leaves you plenty of space to let your fur loose without ending up in the local papers. The natural grace and athleticism from your shifter heritage are good money-makers, here, and there's enough other shifters passing through town that you can get your dick wet on a regular basis without tying yourself down. Really, it's a good life.
Except for the heat.
Summer means breeding season, and you're as prone to rut or heat as any other shifter... if it's been long enough. If the right person passes you by.
Usually you're good about keeping busy enough for it to not be a problem. But you've had a bit of a dry spell, and when she comes to your club, plies you with fifties, and asks for a private dance?
The heat hits your hard, and you'll do anything to go home with her tonight.
(Mixing up some of the shifter/werewolf erotica tropes here, to get something that's a bit like the A/B/O heat but without... the rest of A/B/O. What I want is a "sex pollen/aphrodisiac" feel without the "drugged against their will" vibe. He's horny, he's needy, and she's dominant enough to wrap him around her finger. She's probably another shifter, too -- supernaturally athletic and good-looking, and with the right pheromones to set off his heat.)
Except for the heat.
Summer means breeding season, and you're as prone to rut or heat as any other shifter... if it's been long enough. If the right person passes you by.
Usually you're good about keeping busy enough for it to not be a problem. But you've had a bit of a dry spell, and when she comes to your club, plies you with fifties, and asks for a private dance?
The heat hits your hard, and you'll do anything to go home with her tonight.
(Mixing up some of the shifter/werewolf erotica tropes here, to get something that's a bit like the A/B/O heat but without... the rest of A/B/O. What I want is a "sex pollen/aphrodisiac" feel without the "drugged against their will" vibe. He's horny, he's needy, and she's dominant enough to wrap him around her finger. She's probably another shifter, too -- supernaturally athletic and good-looking, and with the right pheromones to set off his heat.)
An ex-contract-killer, blacklisted by the CIA spooks who were once his bread-and-butter, and in a hell of a lot of debt to one of the biggest crime families operating in the american southwest, he'll do anything for money. Anything. A lack of shame and a killer body would've made him a great porn star, but given he's wanted for murder in at least three countries it's probably best to pick a lower-profile career. A desperate need to stay alive and under the radar leads him into the den of a synthetic drug kingpin who'd propositioned him for more than just making a hit. He's not sure if her unique preferences suit her, but with what she's willing to pay him, it's hard to say no...
(This is meant to be a case of "hard-boiled contract killer finds out he's a huge anal slut with a serious submissive streak, and isn't sure how he feels about this". I don't want this to be too coercive on her part. Is he doing it for the money? Initially. But... he's going to like it.)
(This is meant to be a case of "hard-boiled contract killer finds out he's a huge anal slut with a serious submissive streak, and isn't sure how he feels about this". I don't want this to be too coercive on her part. Is he doing it for the money? Initially. But... he's going to like it.)
This one is a heavy WIP, so I'd like to discuss this more via PM than try to get all the prose correct here. But there's two tropes I want to play with. The first uses a tumblr post I can't find at the moment pointing out two important pieces of information that should be added to swan maiden mythology:
The other trope I want to play with is the idea of how at the end of so many romance fantasy novels, the heroine often decides to abandon whatever life she had before to follow her supernatural lover into some sort of magical life of luxury. But what if the woman in question is... happy with her current life? She doesn't want to leave her friends behind, or give up social media, or abandon a career she's worked long and hard for.
These two trope reversals come together here in a simple hook that has a lot of room for expansion -- your character is a prince among his kind of fey, which serve as the inspiration for the swan maiden myths. He's... not super stoked with the idea of being a prince. Maybe because he doesn't like the responsibility, or maybe because he thinks he lacks the cunning and craftiness required for the job, or maybe he just wants to do something else with his life. The good news is that fey are immortal, so he doesn't need to worry about taking up his title any time soon due to natural causes. The bad news is that there are plenty of manufactured unnatural causes that happen within the faerie courts to move the politics as necessary.
The other piece of good news is that most faeries really, really don't like spending time in the mortal realms. Too much iron, and plastic, and electrical interference. And people are so much harder to trick and trap with the general awareness of the reality of the fey and their tricks. And humans have guns. Really, nasty time all around, but for YC the mortal realm offers a wonderful slice of quiet and tranquility and a place he can feel safe. He spends, by the measures of his peers, too much damn time there.
Unfortunately, YC doesn't fully appreciate the "guns" part. Nor that there are some men and women out there who still think the answer to all their life's problems can come from kidnapping of the local faerie population. Thus, YC is entirely blindsided by the would-be poacher who has been staking out the marshland he's been coming to hang out around, and ends up shot with a magic tranquilizer dart.
Luckily, MC has been jogging the same path around the same marsh every morning for even longer than the poacher has been staking out his prey. She stumbles upon a man who is very much not a wildlife rehabber trying to band a swan with some sort of iron collar. She scares him off and takes the swan back to her apartment, recognizing (in one way or another) that he's a "swan maiden" rather than a regular bird, but expecting a 5'0" slip of a woman to eventually wake up on her couch.
Instead, she gets an absolute hunk of a very confused man who, bound by the Old Ways, is determined to grant her a boon. His notion of a boon is marriage and a life of magical luxury, because he's a prince and it's traditional and he'll get so much shit from his peers for getting saved by a mortal and not doing the bare minimum of marrying her.
MC wants absolutely none of this. She has her life together: a satisfying career, great friends, a fantastic sex life, and a (current) lack of interest in any sort of long-term relationship. And anyway, there's no wifi in the faerie lands.
Nobody warned YC that there were humans like this. What's a swan-guy to do?
And we can figure out more via PM.
- Swans are buff as heck, given that they are big birds that still need to be able to fly
- Swans have pretty much zero sexual dimorphism
The other trope I want to play with is the idea of how at the end of so many romance fantasy novels, the heroine often decides to abandon whatever life she had before to follow her supernatural lover into some sort of magical life of luxury. But what if the woman in question is... happy with her current life? She doesn't want to leave her friends behind, or give up social media, or abandon a career she's worked long and hard for.
These two trope reversals come together here in a simple hook that has a lot of room for expansion -- your character is a prince among his kind of fey, which serve as the inspiration for the swan maiden myths. He's... not super stoked with the idea of being a prince. Maybe because he doesn't like the responsibility, or maybe because he thinks he lacks the cunning and craftiness required for the job, or maybe he just wants to do something else with his life. The good news is that fey are immortal, so he doesn't need to worry about taking up his title any time soon due to natural causes. The bad news is that there are plenty of manufactured unnatural causes that happen within the faerie courts to move the politics as necessary.
The other piece of good news is that most faeries really, really don't like spending time in the mortal realms. Too much iron, and plastic, and electrical interference. And people are so much harder to trick and trap with the general awareness of the reality of the fey and their tricks. And humans have guns. Really, nasty time all around, but for YC the mortal realm offers a wonderful slice of quiet and tranquility and a place he can feel safe. He spends, by the measures of his peers, too much damn time there.
Unfortunately, YC doesn't fully appreciate the "guns" part. Nor that there are some men and women out there who still think the answer to all their life's problems can come from kidnapping of the local faerie population. Thus, YC is entirely blindsided by the would-be poacher who has been staking out the marshland he's been coming to hang out around, and ends up shot with a magic tranquilizer dart.
Luckily, MC has been jogging the same path around the same marsh every morning for even longer than the poacher has been staking out his prey. She stumbles upon a man who is very much not a wildlife rehabber trying to band a swan with some sort of iron collar. She scares him off and takes the swan back to her apartment, recognizing (in one way or another) that he's a "swan maiden" rather than a regular bird, but expecting a 5'0" slip of a woman to eventually wake up on her couch.
Instead, she gets an absolute hunk of a very confused man who, bound by the Old Ways, is determined to grant her a boon. His notion of a boon is marriage and a life of magical luxury, because he's a prince and it's traditional and he'll get so much shit from his peers for getting saved by a mortal and not doing the bare minimum of marrying her.
MC wants absolutely none of this. She has her life together: a satisfying career, great friends, a fantastic sex life, and a (current) lack of interest in any sort of long-term relationship. And anyway, there's no wifi in the faerie lands.
Nobody warned YC that there were humans like this. What's a swan-guy to do?
And we can figure out more via PM.
This one is also a little long. tl;dr: sci-fi character drama focused on YC raising and eventually being seduced by sentient space slime.
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Verillis 5 is the kind of backwater planet you stop at because it has a breathable(ish) atmosphere and enough minerals in the crust that your ship's replicator can, with time and patience, print you a new synchron coupler to get your grav-sail going again. Orbiting a weak and dying brown dwarf, only two small regions near the equator bordering on the light-dark divide of the tidally-locked planet are actually "habitable", and the rest of the surface is either baked or frozen without enough water to be worth the effort of ice-mining. Hey, at least the long-range scans suggest the habitable patches lucked into the correct handedness of amino acids to maybe provide some fresh food.
What no planetary guide mentions, however, is the black pools. No reason to -- likely nobody's actually been down to the planetary surface, close enough to see 'em. Most life-containing planets in the galaxy haven't had anything but the native fauna and flora gracing their surfaces, not for how many there are and how few sentient species there are, relatively speaking. The galaxy is a big place, and automatic AI-powered mapping only gets you so far. But the pools...
It's like they're watching you.
They don't smell like tar, or pitch, or sulfur, or anything really. Your scanner says they're carbon-rich, identifies them as coal but that can't be right. They're clearly viscous, deep puddles a few dozen feet in diameter, utterly still at the surface despite the constant headwind present in the small habitable biome of Verillis 5. Matte, not slick, but with a sense of depth despite their lack of transparency.
Easy enough for you to to ignore. You just want to land a ship, wait a few hours, maybe harvest some of the allium-like bulbs that grow in the sandy soil for dinner, or see if any of the nut-like "fruits" on the gnarled not-trees are edible. There's no berries, nothing colored, nothing attractive to animals because there are no animals. Just plants and mosses and something vaguely resembling mushrooms.
You don't even notice the extra depth to your shadow, as you walk back to your ship. Not until it races up the back of your leg and down into your boot, seeking the warmth of your foot.
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This a universe where all sentient life follows a general set of rules, or at least a template -- carbon-based, air-breathing, taller than a foot and shorter than ten feet for the average individual, bipedal or centuar-like, warm-blooded, sexually reproducing, with lifespans in the neighborhood of a few hundred years. Anything too far outside those bounds doesn't end up evolving to tool-use and the intelligence that comes with, or doesn't survive long enough once it does. Which is a long way of saying, there's a way that intelligent life is supposed to look, and when your character encounters something extremely outside of that set of parameters he's going to be in for a fun time.
Inspiration here is taken both from the Changelings of Star Trek Deep Space 9, and the Symbiotes of the Marvel universe. The general plan here is your character will decide to keep this little alien, and get to witness first-hand how quickly it adapts, learns, and grows when exposed to new stimuli (and new food). While my character is clearly starting as a shapeless blob, I do plan for them to learn language and be able to take humanoid form, probably with far more skill than your character may be initially comfortable with. And use that form to their advantage, once they realize how easy he is to manipulate when they take the right shape.
He should be someone on the fringes of society -- a smuggler, an assassin, a con-man, something that would keep him from just wanting to run to the nearest inter-planetary government with this thing and hand it over to a research lab. As my character clearly begins growing and changing into something clearly sentient their relationship will evolve, hopefully in a fun and sexy direction. Note that MC here, as a shapeshifter from a species that reproduces by budding, will definitely take a very inventive approach to sex!
I'd be happy to build whatever sort of sci-fi space opera plot atop this, if you'd like to brainstorm further!
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Verillis 5 is the kind of backwater planet you stop at because it has a breathable(ish) atmosphere and enough minerals in the crust that your ship's replicator can, with time and patience, print you a new synchron coupler to get your grav-sail going again. Orbiting a weak and dying brown dwarf, only two small regions near the equator bordering on the light-dark divide of the tidally-locked planet are actually "habitable", and the rest of the surface is either baked or frozen without enough water to be worth the effort of ice-mining. Hey, at least the long-range scans suggest the habitable patches lucked into the correct handedness of amino acids to maybe provide some fresh food.
What no planetary guide mentions, however, is the black pools. No reason to -- likely nobody's actually been down to the planetary surface, close enough to see 'em. Most life-containing planets in the galaxy haven't had anything but the native fauna and flora gracing their surfaces, not for how many there are and how few sentient species there are, relatively speaking. The galaxy is a big place, and automatic AI-powered mapping only gets you so far. But the pools...
It's like they're watching you.
They don't smell like tar, or pitch, or sulfur, or anything really. Your scanner says they're carbon-rich, identifies them as coal but that can't be right. They're clearly viscous, deep puddles a few dozen feet in diameter, utterly still at the surface despite the constant headwind present in the small habitable biome of Verillis 5. Matte, not slick, but with a sense of depth despite their lack of transparency.
Easy enough for you to to ignore. You just want to land a ship, wait a few hours, maybe harvest some of the allium-like bulbs that grow in the sandy soil for dinner, or see if any of the nut-like "fruits" on the gnarled not-trees are edible. There's no berries, nothing colored, nothing attractive to animals because there are no animals. Just plants and mosses and something vaguely resembling mushrooms.
You don't even notice the extra depth to your shadow, as you walk back to your ship. Not until it races up the back of your leg and down into your boot, seeking the warmth of your foot.
---
This a universe where all sentient life follows a general set of rules, or at least a template -- carbon-based, air-breathing, taller than a foot and shorter than ten feet for the average individual, bipedal or centuar-like, warm-blooded, sexually reproducing, with lifespans in the neighborhood of a few hundred years. Anything too far outside those bounds doesn't end up evolving to tool-use and the intelligence that comes with, or doesn't survive long enough once it does. Which is a long way of saying, there's a way that intelligent life is supposed to look, and when your character encounters something extremely outside of that set of parameters he's going to be in for a fun time.
Inspiration here is taken both from the Changelings of Star Trek Deep Space 9, and the Symbiotes of the Marvel universe. The general plan here is your character will decide to keep this little alien, and get to witness first-hand how quickly it adapts, learns, and grows when exposed to new stimuli (and new food). While my character is clearly starting as a shapeless blob, I do plan for them to learn language and be able to take humanoid form, probably with far more skill than your character may be initially comfortable with. And use that form to their advantage, once they realize how easy he is to manipulate when they take the right shape.
He should be someone on the fringes of society -- a smuggler, an assassin, a con-man, something that would keep him from just wanting to run to the nearest inter-planetary government with this thing and hand it over to a research lab. As my character clearly begins growing and changing into something clearly sentient their relationship will evolve, hopefully in a fun and sexy direction. Note that MC here, as a shapeshifter from a species that reproduces by budding, will definitely take a very inventive approach to sex!
I'd be happy to build whatever sort of sci-fi space opera plot atop this, if you'd like to brainstorm further!
This prompt is a little long, but the very basic gist is that two royals from culturally different kingdoms with a very bad notion of what the other is going to be like accidentally kidnap each other while trying to go for one last sexy romp prior to an arranged marriage (to each other!). Neither realizes who the other one is. Can be expanded into a longer plot!
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"I'm going to put your powers of logistics to the test", Charlotte had warned Samantha, her deceptively innocent-looking hazel eyes wide with excitement as she'd made her proclamation. But the handmaid knew better than to be fooled. Ten long years of service had taught her that when the princess came to her with such a look in her eye, it was in her best interest to discourage the woman as forcefully as possible. Unfortunately, ten very long years of service had also taught the woman that when the crown princess of Keryss got a wicked idea in her head, not even a team of draft horses could hope to drag it back out.
So Samantha had merely sighed in resignation, neither encouraging her charge to further elaborate on her idea nor daring to tell her to let off with it, because after all, her husband-to-be was arriving in two weeks and what sort of nonsense could possibly be a good idea to get up to now? Of course, it was the timing of Charlotte's suggestion that already gave her handmaid the warning signs of an anxiety-induced headache. The princess was due to be married in less than a month, or as the way she told it, doomed to an eternity of near-chastity with no fucking more inventive than that of the average hog.
(Which wasn't being very fair to the hog, Sam had pointed out. At least hogs wouldn't try to fuck you through a hole in a bedsheet, as they were both convinced Charlotte's future husband would try for how pious and chaste he'd presented himself as in their correspondences.)
Only when the handmaid had finished weaving her fingers into her mess of loose black curls in an unintentional display of pending exasperation did her friend and princess drop the first slipper.
"You're going to arrange a kidnapping."
She was sure her heart had briefly stopped. Charlotte had come up with many a bad idea that she'd, ah, coaxed her handmaid into aiding and abetting. But kidnapping was new. And who in the five pits could she possibly want to kidnap? Samantha's mind rapidly carded through the options, but besides a few political annoyances nobody came to mind. Oh, the crown princess had plenty of people she didn't like, but kidnapping was a serious offence. The crown hadn't had anyone "disappeared" in over a century! Such crude practices had long since been left behind in Keryss, and to kidnap someone on what sounded to be a whim no worse--
"Oh, stop looking like you found a lizard in your soup, Sam."
And then, the other slipper dropped. As did the handmaid's jaw, when Charlotte announced so sweetly,
"You're going to kidnap me."
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"What do you mean she wasn't there? You sure you were at the Golden Cockatrice?" Sam asked in exasperation. It wouldn't be the first time Charlotte had gone wandering off from some tavern or brothel before her handmaid had been able to collect her, but this was a new level of carelessness on the princess's part.
"Aye, ma'am, Golden Cockatrice." The man with a physique worthy of a bardic tale replied, and his affirmation was repeated by his two equally-handsome companions. "No princess."
Though Sam was head-and-shoulders smaller than the smallest of the three, she was as fierce as the badger that her family kept on it's crest when it came to matters of her charge. All thee of the prostitutes she'd hired to fulfill Charlotte's last fantasy seemed to recognize this fact, and there was a series of non-committal noises exchanged between them as Sam glared daggers before another of the men finally spoke up. Despite his impressive stature his voice was meek. "Eh, barkeep said he saw her earlier though. Left with, uh, some lad or another. We figured you'd hired a backup."
Sam's eyes grew two sizes as she she realized what had happened to Charlotte. "...Shit!"
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Charlotte, the hot-headed, willful, book-smart-and-street-stupid crown princess (and only heir) of Keryss is looking for one last kinky romp before being wedded off to the second-son of a neighboring-ish kingdom with one-half the GDP and three times the army, with a reputation for less-than-equitable treatment of it's womenfolk. How much of that reputation is deserved or simply hearsay is up to you. Charlotte believes the second-son she's being married off to, a prince in the line of succession in his own right, is more of the obsequiously-pious sort and her sex life moving forwards is going to consist mostly of missionary sex with the lights off through a hole in the sheet. So her handmaid goes out and finds a cadre of male sex workers to "kidnap" and "ravish" her in one last huzzah a week before her husband-to-be is to arrive and she has to go pretend to be proper wifely material.
Your character is neither the pious lout Charlotte thinks him to be, nor the misogynistic boor she thinks his kin are. He might be a playboy, or maybe he's just good-looking and unable to resist the charms of a determined young woman. Whatever the case he should be charismatic, intelligent, and know his way around the wrong side of a woman's skirts. He's also -- and this part is important -- an accomplished rider and hunter, so when he and his trusty manservant decide to lap the royal procession's vanguard and promise to catch up after doing some hunting, he's trusted to be able to handle himself. It would also be nifty if this manservant was named Samuel, because it will be endless fun when both Charlotte and YC keep referring to "Sam said/Sam did/etc" and think they're talking about the same person.
Spoilers: YC isn't actually going hunting. He's going for a kinky romp of his own, because his own knowledge of Keryss is as exaggerated as Charlotte's view of his kingdom, but in the opposite direction. He has been told that the whores in Ves (the capital city) can suck a man's soul out through his cock and leave him thanking her for the service. He's also been (incorrectly) told that his wife-to-be is a shy, pious woman who prefers holy books to human company, because Charlotte's parents wanted to sell the image of the woman they thought YC's parents would approve of, rather than tell any story resembling reality. See: how Charlotte also thinks YC is a pious lout. It's all rather bi-directional here. Anyway, Samuel arranges a "wench" for YC to kidnap and ravish.
MC and YC both end up at the same tavern, and each, expecting to kidnap or be kidnapped, go along with the ruse. Cue, the royal fuck-up!
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"I'm going to put your powers of logistics to the test", Charlotte had warned Samantha, her deceptively innocent-looking hazel eyes wide with excitement as she'd made her proclamation. But the handmaid knew better than to be fooled. Ten long years of service had taught her that when the princess came to her with such a look in her eye, it was in her best interest to discourage the woman as forcefully as possible. Unfortunately, ten very long years of service had also taught the woman that when the crown princess of Keryss got a wicked idea in her head, not even a team of draft horses could hope to drag it back out.
So Samantha had merely sighed in resignation, neither encouraging her charge to further elaborate on her idea nor daring to tell her to let off with it, because after all, her husband-to-be was arriving in two weeks and what sort of nonsense could possibly be a good idea to get up to now? Of course, it was the timing of Charlotte's suggestion that already gave her handmaid the warning signs of an anxiety-induced headache. The princess was due to be married in less than a month, or as the way she told it, doomed to an eternity of near-chastity with no fucking more inventive than that of the average hog.
(Which wasn't being very fair to the hog, Sam had pointed out. At least hogs wouldn't try to fuck you through a hole in a bedsheet, as they were both convinced Charlotte's future husband would try for how pious and chaste he'd presented himself as in their correspondences.)
Only when the handmaid had finished weaving her fingers into her mess of loose black curls in an unintentional display of pending exasperation did her friend and princess drop the first slipper.
"You're going to arrange a kidnapping."
She was sure her heart had briefly stopped. Charlotte had come up with many a bad idea that she'd, ah, coaxed her handmaid into aiding and abetting. But kidnapping was new. And who in the five pits could she possibly want to kidnap? Samantha's mind rapidly carded through the options, but besides a few political annoyances nobody came to mind. Oh, the crown princess had plenty of people she didn't like, but kidnapping was a serious offence. The crown hadn't had anyone "disappeared" in over a century! Such crude practices had long since been left behind in Keryss, and to kidnap someone on what sounded to be a whim no worse--
"Oh, stop looking like you found a lizard in your soup, Sam."
And then, the other slipper dropped. As did the handmaid's jaw, when Charlotte announced so sweetly,
"You're going to kidnap me."
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"What do you mean she wasn't there? You sure you were at the Golden Cockatrice?" Sam asked in exasperation. It wouldn't be the first time Charlotte had gone wandering off from some tavern or brothel before her handmaid had been able to collect her, but this was a new level of carelessness on the princess's part.
"Aye, ma'am, Golden Cockatrice." The man with a physique worthy of a bardic tale replied, and his affirmation was repeated by his two equally-handsome companions. "No princess."
Though Sam was head-and-shoulders smaller than the smallest of the three, she was as fierce as the badger that her family kept on it's crest when it came to matters of her charge. All thee of the prostitutes she'd hired to fulfill Charlotte's last fantasy seemed to recognize this fact, and there was a series of non-committal noises exchanged between them as Sam glared daggers before another of the men finally spoke up. Despite his impressive stature his voice was meek. "Eh, barkeep said he saw her earlier though. Left with, uh, some lad or another. We figured you'd hired a backup."
Sam's eyes grew two sizes as she she realized what had happened to Charlotte. "...Shit!"
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Charlotte, the hot-headed, willful, book-smart-and-street-stupid crown princess (and only heir) of Keryss is looking for one last kinky romp before being wedded off to the second-son of a neighboring-ish kingdom with one-half the GDP and three times the army, with a reputation for less-than-equitable treatment of it's womenfolk. How much of that reputation is deserved or simply hearsay is up to you. Charlotte believes the second-son she's being married off to, a prince in the line of succession in his own right, is more of the obsequiously-pious sort and her sex life moving forwards is going to consist mostly of missionary sex with the lights off through a hole in the sheet. So her handmaid goes out and finds a cadre of male sex workers to "kidnap" and "ravish" her in one last huzzah a week before her husband-to-be is to arrive and she has to go pretend to be proper wifely material.
Your character is neither the pious lout Charlotte thinks him to be, nor the misogynistic boor she thinks his kin are. He might be a playboy, or maybe he's just good-looking and unable to resist the charms of a determined young woman. Whatever the case he should be charismatic, intelligent, and know his way around the wrong side of a woman's skirts. He's also -- and this part is important -- an accomplished rider and hunter, so when he and his trusty manservant decide to lap the royal procession's vanguard and promise to catch up after doing some hunting, he's trusted to be able to handle himself. It would also be nifty if this manservant was named Samuel, because it will be endless fun when both Charlotte and YC keep referring to "Sam said/Sam did/etc" and think they're talking about the same person.
Spoilers: YC isn't actually going hunting. He's going for a kinky romp of his own, because his own knowledge of Keryss is as exaggerated as Charlotte's view of his kingdom, but in the opposite direction. He has been told that the whores in Ves (the capital city) can suck a man's soul out through his cock and leave him thanking her for the service. He's also been (incorrectly) told that his wife-to-be is a shy, pious woman who prefers holy books to human company, because Charlotte's parents wanted to sell the image of the woman they thought YC's parents would approve of, rather than tell any story resembling reality. See: how Charlotte also thinks YC is a pious lout. It's all rather bi-directional here. Anyway, Samuel arranges a "wench" for YC to kidnap and ravish.
MC and YC both end up at the same tavern, and each, expecting to kidnap or be kidnapped, go along with the ruse. Cue, the royal fuck-up!
(Image stolen shamelessly from one of the teratophilia groups on FB)
Wants
For this thread, I am looking for something a little outside my usual haunts: slice-of-life romance with a heaping side of kinky sex. The women I will be writing for these prompts will all qualify as "dominants", and will all have varying degrees of interest in pegging and other forms of (male) anal play, teasing and edging and orgasm denial, ruined orgasms, (male) sexual exhaustion, chastity, and bondage. At present I want to write dommes who motivate through positive reinforcement and punish with sexual frustration as well as pain. Pain, however, is not meant to be the focus.
I want to pair these women against smug fuckboys and cocky bastards who don't (yet) know that what they need is a confidant, dominant woman to put them in their place. Dynamic is critical here. I want a man who falls utterly head-over-heels at what she's awakened in him, and hates himself to his bones for it. I want drama and inner turmoil. Give me your hunks and himbos, svelte body-builders and thick bear-like power-lifters, the lean and painfully handsome, the rugged, the masculine. Well-hung is a plus but not a requirement; confidence in their cock and the powers it holds is. With very few exceptions I like my men bigger and bulkier than my women; he could hurt her with ease if the thought ever crossed his mind.
Here's my f-list. The highlights relevant to this thread are:
Plots and Prompts
The following are snippets and suggestions - enough scaffolding for us to build off of, rather than fully fleshed-out ideas. Let's come up with something together! Or, if you have an idea you want to pitch at me, please do. The worst that happens is I will politely decline.
For this thread, I am looking for something a little outside my usual haunts: slice-of-life romance with a heaping side of kinky sex. The women I will be writing for these prompts will all qualify as "dominants", and will all have varying degrees of interest in pegging and other forms of (male) anal play, teasing and edging and orgasm denial, ruined orgasms, (male) sexual exhaustion, chastity, and bondage. At present I want to write dommes who motivate through positive reinforcement and punish with sexual frustration as well as pain. Pain, however, is not meant to be the focus.
I want to pair these women against smug fuckboys and cocky bastards who don't (yet) know that what they need is a confidant, dominant woman to put them in their place. Dynamic is critical here. I want a man who falls utterly head-over-heels at what she's awakened in him, and hates himself to his bones for it. I want drama and inner turmoil. Give me your hunks and himbos, svelte body-builders and thick bear-like power-lifters, the lean and painfully handsome, the rugged, the masculine. Well-hung is a plus but not a requirement; confidence in their cock and the powers it holds is. With very few exceptions I like my men bigger and bulkier than my women; he could hurt her with ease if the thought ever crossed his mind.
Here's my f-list. The highlights relevant to this thread are:
- Non-Negotiable YES: Pegging, anal play (male recipient). If you're looking for primarily penis-in-vagina intercourse, I'm not the right partner for you.
- YES: MFM [MC the hinge], MMF [YC the hinge], and possible MFF [MC the hinge]. Bonus points for repressed bisexuality that MC gets to (re)discover.
- YES: Femdom, male/reverse-harem, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, moaning, clean body smells, big sub/small domme
- NO: Scat, vore, incest, underage, rape
- NO/MAYBE: Pregnancy, risk-of-pregnancy. Pregnancy is a strong anti-kink of mine and I have no interest in it in a sexual sense, BUT I recognize that it can play a role in plots.
- SURE: Anthros or furry settings. I'm completely ambivalent to this aspect, though there's a few more details we'd have to work out to set expectations.
- SURE: Sci-fi or fantasy settings, as long as worldbuilding and the greater plot aren't the main focus. I don't have the mental bandwidth for high-fantasy plots right now, I'm sorry.
- MAYBE: Hit me up if you don't see it on my f-list, or just want further clarification. I promise I won't kink-shame!
Plots and Prompts
The following are snippets and suggestions - enough scaffolding for us to build off of, rather than fully fleshed-out ideas. Let's come up with something together! Or, if you have an idea you want to pitch at me, please do. The worst that happens is I will politely decline.
Nobody warned him organic chemistry would be such a ball-buster of a course. But he's not a quitter, and he's never yet encountered a problem his charming smile and good looks couldn't solve. And he's seen her on tinder, the standoffish graduate-student TA who he knows does the grading, knows she's single, and he isn't above putting two and two together. If he can get into her pants, then maybe he can seduce her into giving him a passing grade... or at least blackmail her with violating university policy. And she's kind of hot anyway, in the pictures she has on her profile where she's wearing something less shapeless than a snarky printed unisex t-shirt and baggy jeans. And if his sub-par reasoning skills were part of what got him into his mess in the first place, well... it certainly looks like a win-win from where he stands.
In college they were members of the same social circle, living at opposite ends. Neither of them interacted with each other terribly much, neither liked each other terribly much. He was a jock known for causing drama with his relationship choices, desired and sought after and utterly insufferable for his vanity and self-assured sexual prowess. She was an awkward nerd with a wild streak, more interested in causing trouble than causing heartache, a stereotypical "brilliant slacker" with a sense of humor built from the depths of newgrounds and 4chan. Loyalty to their friends was their one common passion, and they both knew their vague mutual disrespect was not so grand as to be worth upsetting the apple cart. He didn't hit on her, she didn't prank his room, and after graduation each was happy enough to continue to politely tolerate the other in the circle's group chat while never really talking directly.
Ten years later and half the gang's married, a few with kids on the way, but they still all talk. Those weddings and baby showers have brought them together here and there, but never for very long, never all at once. The social leader of the group proposes a ten-year reunion, and labor-day weekend get-together in an airbnb somewhere rural and remote, where they can chat and drink and hang out like old times. There's a hot tub, a grill, and even a fire pit, with the promise of group cooking and movie-watching and binge-drinking to kindle the old spark of nostalgia for at least a few days. It'll be great, everyone agrees, and wouldn't it be nice if a few folks could show up early and stock the place?
Of course, with her cushy job at a tech company, her wild energies less settled and more redirected, she can take the extra day off without even blinking and show up early. His own job is pretty posh, his charisma and his force of ego landing him a similarly cushy job where he doesn't need to ask for time off so much as tell his underlings it's happening if he feels like it. They're both adults, and a costco trip together doesn't sound so bad. It's for the circle, after all. But when a rock slide takes out the only road in or out of the nearby small town, leaving them stranded in a cabin with no internet and limited cell service, their few hours of mutual tolerance suddenly turn into a whole long weekend of just the two of them. Of course, ten years is a long time for a person to grow and change, and after a few bottles of wine and some time in the hot tub, they choose to get to know each other again... In more than one sense of the phrase.
Ten years later and half the gang's married, a few with kids on the way, but they still all talk. Those weddings and baby showers have brought them together here and there, but never for very long, never all at once. The social leader of the group proposes a ten-year reunion, and labor-day weekend get-together in an airbnb somewhere rural and remote, where they can chat and drink and hang out like old times. There's a hot tub, a grill, and even a fire pit, with the promise of group cooking and movie-watching and binge-drinking to kindle the old spark of nostalgia for at least a few days. It'll be great, everyone agrees, and wouldn't it be nice if a few folks could show up early and stock the place?
Of course, with her cushy job at a tech company, her wild energies less settled and more redirected, she can take the extra day off without even blinking and show up early. His own job is pretty posh, his charisma and his force of ego landing him a similarly cushy job where he doesn't need to ask for time off so much as tell his underlings it's happening if he feels like it. They're both adults, and a costco trip together doesn't sound so bad. It's for the circle, after all. But when a rock slide takes out the only road in or out of the nearby small town, leaving them stranded in a cabin with no internet and limited cell service, their few hours of mutual tolerance suddenly turn into a whole long weekend of just the two of them. Of course, ten years is a long time for a person to grow and change, and after a few bottles of wine and some time in the hot tub, they choose to get to know each other again... In more than one sense of the phrase.
For this RP you should be familiar with the overall setting of the Wheel of Time series, but I'm not looking for too many specific details beyond that.
(Honestly, my own knowledge has faded somewhat by now...)
An aes sedai and her (bonded?) asha'man partner have been captured. They know something, something useful to The Shadow, something that needs to be taken from them. More than that, though, they're talented... they're useful. All the light in them is ripe to be turned. The problem is that damn iron will of theirs. They need to be broken, yet left whole enough to be of use to The Shadow when the process is done.
Time to call in the experts. A Black Sister talented in pulling the threads of the mind, and her loyal warder (or an asha'man himself). It's been a while since they've had anyone put up a real fight, and they're eager to play with their food.
This roleplay will involve Compulsion, the Black Ajah, and be set somewhere relatively late in the series. Otherwise I'm not looking for canon characters or content, just the general idea of the world and magic system as allows us to work the plot I propose. I am looking for something decidedly towards the non-con end of the spectrum: two of our characters will be at the mercy of the other two and very much not want to be there at the start. By the end though...
As this plot involves four characters, one M/F pair in control and one M/F pair in submission, there is likely to be a combination of MF, MM, FF, MFM, MFF, and the like going on. I'd like to explore all of these configurations. There will be an abundance of abuse, bondage, mind-break/compulsion, and rough sex. I do not want to focus too heavily on the physical harm aspect. Slapping and spanking are good, penetration without lubrication or otherwise excessive abuse of the genitals is bad. Sexual frustration, overstimulation, sexual exhaustion and service will play a role. here. Most of the other aspects I want to explore are psychological, including closeted homosexual desires, unrequited heterosexual attraction, female dominance, and some general psychopathic traits.
(Honestly, my own knowledge has faded somewhat by now...)
An aes sedai and her (bonded?) asha'man partner have been captured. They know something, something useful to The Shadow, something that needs to be taken from them. More than that, though, they're talented... they're useful. All the light in them is ripe to be turned. The problem is that damn iron will of theirs. They need to be broken, yet left whole enough to be of use to The Shadow when the process is done.
Time to call in the experts. A Black Sister talented in pulling the threads of the mind, and her loyal warder (or an asha'man himself). It's been a while since they've had anyone put up a real fight, and they're eager to play with their food.
This roleplay will involve Compulsion, the Black Ajah, and be set somewhere relatively late in the series. Otherwise I'm not looking for canon characters or content, just the general idea of the world and magic system as allows us to work the plot I propose. I am looking for something decidedly towards the non-con end of the spectrum: two of our characters will be at the mercy of the other two and very much not want to be there at the start. By the end though...
As this plot involves four characters, one M/F pair in control and one M/F pair in submission, there is likely to be a combination of MF, MM, FF, MFM, MFF, and the like going on. I'd like to explore all of these configurations. There will be an abundance of abuse, bondage, mind-break/compulsion, and rough sex. I do not want to focus too heavily on the physical harm aspect. Slapping and spanking are good, penetration without lubrication or otherwise excessive abuse of the genitals is bad. Sexual frustration, overstimulation, sexual exhaustion and service will play a role. here. Most of the other aspects I want to explore are psychological, including closeted homosexual desires, unrequited heterosexual attraction, female dominance, and some general psychopathic traits.
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