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Agent 606
Meteorite
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- Sep 15, 2018
Looking for. . . Black Reaper! Kaneki/Haise Sasaki/One Eyed-King Kaneki/Post-Dragon Kaneki x Touka
Or
Fem! Kaneki x Male! Touka
Or
Kaneki x Fem! Hideyoshi (I'm also willing to do male Hideyoshi, but this is a f x m forum)
I've only watched up to season three, but I've skipped around in the manga, so I know a few things that happen, including the pregnancy, wedding, dragon, etc. I'd like to write the development of Touka and Kaneki's relationship, either during the canon plot or post-ending. Such as, they've been fucking each other since Kaneki first came to Anteiku, and off and on throughout the development. I want to explore the more violent, fucked up aspects of the series, and also bring that rage into their relationship (hate fucking, anyone?)
I am partial to the more dangerous personalities of Kaneki, such as Black Reaper or One Eyed-King Kaneki. I do like the more mature, calmer Kaneki Post-Dragon, and I think Haise is adorable, and I like creepy Shiro Kaneki, but I prefer him when he's older, or during Tokyo Ghoul:re. Pretty much, any Kaneki except for Kuro Kaneki. : )
Touka, I am willing to mess around with her character as well. I am willing to bend plot points, create our own, etc.
-Email or Google Docs ONLY. I use Google Hangouts, WhatsApp, Discord or email for OOC.
-Please send samples of your writing. I've included samples here, but also here is a link to my AOE with fan fics I've written (might I suggest you check out my fic "Dark Paradise") Samples:
Beneath the mystery man's scrutinizing gaze, Margaery felt exposed. She could not see his eyes but felt their heat like a fever that gripped her. He was admiring her. Once more, she looked down and this time her face heated. There was no man who dared to look at the queen so shamelessly but this one. Suddenly the thin fabric of the airy gown her dream-self wore instead seemed sheer. Her body reacted: her nipples peaked beneath her gown as if touched by a chill. He mocked her with his laugh and irritation blazoned her furrowed brows.
Margaery's eyes snapped up as she suddenly felt the very solid weight of his presence behind her. Her breath hitched and her spine became rigid. Raising her chin, she looked straight ahead into the hazy abyss of red and breathed shallowly. When his hands rose to her shoulders she startled, hands slamming back into his armor. So, she could move those now? Her trembling hands surveyed the cool metal of his armor and once more, his solid form felt very real.
A very different gasp came from her lips as she felt his touch. She strained her neck to try and look back at him but again caught only glimpses: his armored arm, the corner of his coat of arms upon his chest, and the edge of his jaw. She could tell he was muscular from his outline and a skillful lover by his feathering touch. Some of the earlier fear melted away and was replaced by desire. She'd never had a skilled lover. If this was her dream, why could she not indulge herself in fantasies? Feeling what she thought might be a kiss upon her neck, Margaery's hands came forward and nervously rested upon his. She could grip his strong hands and caress his calloused skin with her own pampered flesh.
"I said," the queen now demanded haughtily, voice louder, "Who are you? Answer me."
Margaery's eyes snapped up as she suddenly felt the very solid weight of his presence behind her. Her breath hitched and her spine became rigid. Raising her chin, she looked straight ahead into the hazy abyss of red and breathed shallowly. When his hands rose to her shoulders she startled, hands slamming back into his armor. So, she could move those now? Her trembling hands surveyed the cool metal of his armor and once more, his solid form felt very real.
A very different gasp came from her lips as she felt his touch. She strained her neck to try and look back at him but again caught only glimpses: his armored arm, the corner of his coat of arms upon his chest, and the edge of his jaw. She could tell he was muscular from his outline and a skillful lover by his feathering touch. Some of the earlier fear melted away and was replaced by desire. She'd never had a skilled lover. If this was her dream, why could she not indulge herself in fantasies? Feeling what she thought might be a kiss upon her neck, Margaery's hands came forward and nervously rested upon his. She could grip his strong hands and caress his calloused skin with her own pampered flesh.
"I said," the queen now demanded haughtily, voice louder, "Who are you? Answer me."
The chaos of battle surrounded her but the night elf did not waver, even in the face of the fire-breathing beast. Her steed reared up but Moonchaser controlled him, pulling the reigns tight. The eldest daughter of Blackfalcon, the commander was as fearless as her Mother. She reached to her side and drew her sword, the metal scraping against the sheath.
A warrior from Thend did not flee from battle.
Like other night elves, Moonchaser had dark, purplish skin. Her hair was an unruly mess of white, flowing freely down her back. Her eyes were two glowing saucers; full of dark magic, they said she “held the moon in her gaze”. She wore skimpy leather armor and an animal hide on her shoulders. Her body was muscular and trained in battle, lacking all the smooth-skinned niceties of the palace elves. To most, their women were brutish and intimidating.
But that did not mean she was not a sight to behold. She was an untamed and proud mare, running wild and free as she chased the moonlight. In many ways, she was like Aresstyr himself. Her thrill for battle, her taste for blood and her love of the wind through her hair.
The dragon laid his eyes upon her and roared his deafening cry. Moonchaser met his gaze and narrowed her eyes, unafraid. Her troops were scattering, the ones from Skolohalla running for their lives while her own people held their ground. “Cowards! Useless, the lot of you!” Moonchaser barked at them in her guttural, rogue tongue, commanding her own, “To the death, brothers! Kill this monster!”
Her steed charger forward, to the death; to glory; to whatever her heathen gods had in store for her. She wielded her sword and roared her own battle cry right back at Aresstyr. Her black magic flowed into her sword, drawing the lightning down from the sky like Thor’s hammer. The might of the thunder crackled all around her. Once she was close enough she swung her sword at him, aiming skillfully for all the areas of him that were weakest.
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Across the Kuvvatti Mountains, within the castle of Alekesir, a new Mother cradled her child. In loose robes, Queen Edana paced her child’s empty nursery, singing softly to the newborn princess.
“Tiro, el eria e mor. . . .,” she hummed softly, enjoying the moment of peace alone with her daughter. Rhiannon stared back up at her with a red-flecked, golden gaze. She cooed softly, kicking at her bundle of blankets.
The wind suddenly picked up outside and burst through her balcony doors, drawing Edana’s attention. She held Rhiannon closer to her and watched the moonlight dance across the floor, stopping at the hem of her gown. The scent of smoke was carried on the heavy wind. The smell reminded her of Aresstyr and her heart ached with worry.
Edana crossed the bedroom and came to the doors, raising a hand to shut them when a twinkle in the garden outside caught her eye. She spied a will-o-wisp floating there, at the entrance to the hedge maze. She heard it call to her, whispering her name softly. In a trance, she heeded its call.
The Queen followed the spirit through the maze until they came upon the fountain in the center. The fountain had a gilded, gold statue in the center; a dragon carrying a branch of golden leaves. The spirit dove into the pool and disappeared. Edana drew closer and saw that the water was swirling. She sat down on the edge and leaned closer, watching an image appear in the ripples.
There was a field of wild flowers stretching for miles and miles and in the center was a red-haired child whose back was turned to her. She was humming with picking flowers.
At last, she turned around. Edana gasped as she realized she was looking into the wide, golden eyes of her daughter and she clutched the real babe tighter. The dream Rhiannon stared her in the eyes, so real and close that Edana might reach out and touch her.
“You killed my sons,” said the dream Rhiannon and Edana heard the scornful voice of the old woman from Izlo.
Suddenly, a dark shadow was cast over the field. The dream Rhiannon turned to look at what approached before gathering her dress and leaping to her feet. Edana reached for her but her fingers touched only water, which began to turn murky and dark. Inky tendrils that were very real emerged from the deep and wrapped around her wrist, trying to tug her down. The Queen yanked back with a scream, falling onto the ground. She watched with terror as the tendrils consumed the glorious statue, breaking it into pieces and dragging it down into the pool. She heard the laughter of the old woman in her ears.
Then, they were gone. The former statue was left in ruins and the garden was quiet.
A warrior from Thend did not flee from battle.
Like other night elves, Moonchaser had dark, purplish skin. Her hair was an unruly mess of white, flowing freely down her back. Her eyes were two glowing saucers; full of dark magic, they said she “held the moon in her gaze”. She wore skimpy leather armor and an animal hide on her shoulders. Her body was muscular and trained in battle, lacking all the smooth-skinned niceties of the palace elves. To most, their women were brutish and intimidating.
But that did not mean she was not a sight to behold. She was an untamed and proud mare, running wild and free as she chased the moonlight. In many ways, she was like Aresstyr himself. Her thrill for battle, her taste for blood and her love of the wind through her hair.
The dragon laid his eyes upon her and roared his deafening cry. Moonchaser met his gaze and narrowed her eyes, unafraid. Her troops were scattering, the ones from Skolohalla running for their lives while her own people held their ground. “Cowards! Useless, the lot of you!” Moonchaser barked at them in her guttural, rogue tongue, commanding her own, “To the death, brothers! Kill this monster!”
Her steed charger forward, to the death; to glory; to whatever her heathen gods had in store for her. She wielded her sword and roared her own battle cry right back at Aresstyr. Her black magic flowed into her sword, drawing the lightning down from the sky like Thor’s hammer. The might of the thunder crackled all around her. Once she was close enough she swung her sword at him, aiming skillfully for all the areas of him that were weakest.
.
.
.
Across the Kuvvatti Mountains, within the castle of Alekesir, a new Mother cradled her child. In loose robes, Queen Edana paced her child’s empty nursery, singing softly to the newborn princess.
“Tiro, el eria e mor. . . .,” she hummed softly, enjoying the moment of peace alone with her daughter. Rhiannon stared back up at her with a red-flecked, golden gaze. She cooed softly, kicking at her bundle of blankets.
The wind suddenly picked up outside and burst through her balcony doors, drawing Edana’s attention. She held Rhiannon closer to her and watched the moonlight dance across the floor, stopping at the hem of her gown. The scent of smoke was carried on the heavy wind. The smell reminded her of Aresstyr and her heart ached with worry.
Edana crossed the bedroom and came to the doors, raising a hand to shut them when a twinkle in the garden outside caught her eye. She spied a will-o-wisp floating there, at the entrance to the hedge maze. She heard it call to her, whispering her name softly. In a trance, she heeded its call.
The Queen followed the spirit through the maze until they came upon the fountain in the center. The fountain had a gilded, gold statue in the center; a dragon carrying a branch of golden leaves. The spirit dove into the pool and disappeared. Edana drew closer and saw that the water was swirling. She sat down on the edge and leaned closer, watching an image appear in the ripples.
There was a field of wild flowers stretching for miles and miles and in the center was a red-haired child whose back was turned to her. She was humming with picking flowers.
At last, she turned around. Edana gasped as she realized she was looking into the wide, golden eyes of her daughter and she clutched the real babe tighter. The dream Rhiannon stared her in the eyes, so real and close that Edana might reach out and touch her.
“You killed my sons,” said the dream Rhiannon and Edana heard the scornful voice of the old woman from Izlo.
Suddenly, a dark shadow was cast over the field. The dream Rhiannon turned to look at what approached before gathering her dress and leaping to her feet. Edana reached for her but her fingers touched only water, which began to turn murky and dark. Inky tendrils that were very real emerged from the deep and wrapped around her wrist, trying to tug her down. The Queen yanked back with a scream, falling onto the ground. She watched with terror as the tendrils consumed the glorious statue, breaking it into pieces and dragging it down into the pool. She heard the laughter of the old woman in her ears.
Then, they were gone. The former statue was left in ruins and the garden was quiet.
Georgina's nails raked down Talus's back, her gloves earlier discarded. She gasped into his kisses, arching her back and forcing her voluptuous chest against him. Her grip tightened as he leaned her back, her arms wrapping around his neck. She moaned softly as Talus's nimble fingers worked through her tight tresses, freeing her blonde hair from her oppressive coiffure. Her full, champagne hair spilled down to her buttocks in soft ringlets. She looked younger with it let down, the curls framing her round face causing her to appear cherubic. She merely groaned with pleasure as he tugged at her locks.
She broke away from his mouth and panted, her full lips swollen from their kiss. She smirked bewitchingly at Talus, pulling him back with her until her buttocks hit his desk. She most rudely shoved aside the items upon it and hiked herself up. Her plump, alabaster thighs wrapped snugly around his lean waist, grinding her groin against his own. "Take it off," she insisted breathily of his tunic, giving the garment a tug.
She broke away from his mouth and panted, her full lips swollen from their kiss. She smirked bewitchingly at Talus, pulling him back with her until her buttocks hit his desk. She most rudely shoved aside the items upon it and hiked herself up. Her plump, alabaster thighs wrapped snugly around his lean waist, grinding her groin against his own. "Take it off," she insisted breathily of his tunic, giving the garment a tug.
Marilyn couldn't understand what they were saying, but she had a feeling it was something to do with her. She shivered as Cahmahkt laid his powerful eyes upon her once more, a moaning leaving her pillowy lips as he fucked into her with renewed vigor. She attempted to keep his attention on her by cupping her enlarged breasts, fondling them while moaning louder, more frantically.
"In the dungeons, of course. She will be baptized in the seed of Touxolz men alongside her brethren. If she survives with her mind still intact, then we can consider this one a successful acquisition," Pyraxa commented, her eyes never having left Marilyn's enhanced form. She indeed saw a sparkling future in the human, knowing something was special about this new race but not quite sure yet of what it was. Further testing would tell them in time.
"Cum. . . in. . . me," Marilyn panted between moans, convulsing on Cahmahkt's dick for the second or third time, her entire body shuddering and pussy gripping him like a vice.
"How eager she is already," Pyraxa chuckled, reaching out to flick Marilyn's ultra-sensitized nipple, making her writhe. She leaned onto Cahmahkt's shoulder, her serpentine tongue slipping out to slither inside of his ear as she whispered huskily, "Well, My Lord, there is no need to keep her waiting. Give her what she wants: fill her with your divine seed."
"In the dungeons, of course. She will be baptized in the seed of Touxolz men alongside her brethren. If she survives with her mind still intact, then we can consider this one a successful acquisition," Pyraxa commented, her eyes never having left Marilyn's enhanced form. She indeed saw a sparkling future in the human, knowing something was special about this new race but not quite sure yet of what it was. Further testing would tell them in time.
"Cum. . . in. . . me," Marilyn panted between moans, convulsing on Cahmahkt's dick for the second or third time, her entire body shuddering and pussy gripping him like a vice.
"How eager she is already," Pyraxa chuckled, reaching out to flick Marilyn's ultra-sensitized nipple, making her writhe. She leaned onto Cahmahkt's shoulder, her serpentine tongue slipping out to slither inside of his ear as she whispered huskily, "Well, My Lord, there is no need to keep her waiting. Give her what she wants: fill her with your divine seed."
-I generally reply every other day, but due to chronic illness, I sometimes take a hiatus. I will keep you informed.
-Please send requests over PRIVATE MESSAGE ONLY. Do not post in this thread. Thank you!
-I am trying to locate my kink list, as I just came back to this site and forget where it is lol
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