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Synthetic Love, Ageplay, Fantasy - MxF for IM RP

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Ravage

Super-Earth
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If you've played The Witcher at all - any of them - you know the drill.
Triss, Yennefer, Ves, Sile..it's a long list. I'm interested in just about any pairing. Let me know what you have in mind.

Looking for IM RP - always MxF, and only with IRL female partners. Please feel free to shoot me a PM or just message me on Yahoo anytime.

I've had a serious Star Wars craving - I think the Old Republic era offers some tasty options. Sith Academy, Imperial spies posing as slaves for a gangster, bounty hunters and smugglers - I'd love to share my ideas via IM, and hear yours!

If you like the writing but these ideas arent for you, feel free to PM me to let me know what you're interested in!

  • ----------Fallout: Synthetic Love----------

The barrel of his pistol still smoking, Miles took a last look around the burnt-out shell of the schoolhouse the Raider band had used as its headquarters. Satisfied, he stepped over the bodies of the other three bandits he'd killed as he walked outside and looked up at the sky, steel grey streaked with purple and orange as the sun began to set.

He was free to go now, to disappear into the Wasteland that has once been Massachusetts, and no one would follow.

Only one loose end, and if he just kept walking, he'd never have to worry about it.

Still, he hesitated. He made his decision with a sigh, he moved to the rust-crusted cellar door, smashed the padlock, and pulled it open.

A pretty, pale face stared up at him from the lightless gloom. She studied him, her big green eyes calm but intent. As always, she surprised him with her lack of fear.

"You killed them," she said after a moment, her voice silky sweet. He found her accent beautiful. He'd never heard it before. One of her captors had said it was 'French or some shit'.

He was distracted by that cute, soot-smeared face, and it took him a moment to realize she expected a reply. "I did," he said. He held out a hand to her.

She seemed to not notice the gesture. "Why? They were your comrades."

"Because I'm done with them, and two of them have bounties on their heads. They were never my comrades."

"You were merely infiltrating them?" She quirked her head. "You are a bounty hunter?"

Miles grunted and let his hand drop to his side, remaining crouched at the cellar door. "It's one of the things I do to get by, yeah. Like I said, I'm done here. Stay down there if you want." He stood and turned away.

"Wait."

He turned back, and saw her climbing nimbly up the steep concrete staircase. She was still wearing the tight-fitting utility clothes she'd been wearing when they'd captured her.

"There is a bounty on me, is there not? It's why I was captured in the first place, I assume, since you made it a point to ensure I wasn't used for..pleasure."

"You're welcome," he growled.

She smiled at that, her pale green eyes sparkling with interest. "Yet you would collect their bounties and not mine. Whats more, you clearly know I am a Synth. Most in the Commonwealth would happily kill me outright for no reason other than that. Yet you would free me. Why?"

"'Cause YOU don't interest me," he said with a weary sigh. He pointed two gloved fingers over her shoulder towards the schoolhouse. "Those were bad men and women who deserved worse than what they got. You?" He shrugged. "I have no interest in collecting on you. And the people who are looking for you - your old bosses at the Institute? They're probably much worse than those corpses inside. So you're free to go."

He turned to leave again, but had only taken a step when she spoke again. "Where would I go?"

"Don't care," he said over his shoulder.

"I would like to come with you," she said, the slightest edge of pleading slipping into her normally flat tone. She took a step towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder. A gentle touch, but he could feel the strength of steel beneath the synthetic flesh. "Please? At least to the next settlement?"

He shook his head and sighed, then shrugged. "The first settlement we hit, that's as far as we go together."

She let her hand fall away and nodded, studying him with a neutral expression. "Thank you."

He chewed his lip, letting his eyes roam over her. "I'm Miles. Do you have a name?"

"I do," she said, the barest trace of a smirk curving her lips. If she minded the appraising look he gave her, she didn't show it. "I am called Curie."

He grunted and jerked his head towards the schoolhouse. "Head inside and grab yourself some gear. They won't be needing it. I know the terrain, but you can never tell from on day to the next if a Settlement has been wiped out. We could be on the road a while."

She nodded, and turned to head inside, then paused and looked back at him. "Miles?"

"What?"

"Is that a Vault suit?"


Used Curie as an example, but an original character (Synth, Raider, or other!) are all welcome, though I would love some Canon females.

  • ----------Amanda's Mom----------
"Adam, can you get us some more drinks?" It was the first time Amanda had looked his way in about 15 minutes.

Not that Adam was complaining much - his girlfriend's Sweet 16 was a pool party, so Amanda was buried in a crowd of tanned girls in bikinis - but as one of the only guys there, he was getting a little bored of all the gossiping and backstabbing that went on any time you got that many teenage girls together.

"Anything for the birthday girl," he said, forcing as much cheer into his voice as he could. He placed empty cups on the tray and made his way towards the patio door, more than happy to get away from the giggling, gossiping girls for a few minutes.

He struggled to open the door, and Amanda's mom looked up from the bowl of fruit she was preparing. She smiled and hurried to open the screen door and let him in, taking the tray from him and managing a far more graceful show of balancing it than he had. She sauntered to the table and set it down, the turned back to him with a warm smile. "I could have gotten that, Adam. You should be enjoying yourself."

He blushed. She wore a white bathing suit with a large sarong of nearly transparent black that did nothing to hide her sultry curves. He bit his lip and forced himself to look away.

"I am, Mrs. Jennings," he said. "So's Amanda. You really threw her a great party."

She waved away the compliment and returned to the kitchen counter, plucking grapes for the bowl. When she leaned forward to look at him over her, she caught him staring at her ass. When he looked up at her, her cheeks were as bright a crimson as hers.

He cleared his throat and walked towards her, giving one more glance out the patio door to make sure Amanda was still wrapped up in her gossip, and of course she was.

Adam rested a hand on her mother's hip, moving to stand directly behind the taller woman. "If there's anything else I can do to help.."


  • ----------D&D Adventurer Band----------
The grunting and wild moans refused to die down, instead growing louder and more urgent, each desperate, delighted shriek piercing the otherwise silent encampment like a series arrows slicing through silk. Alianne could stand it no longer.

"Shameless," she purred. She set her wine goblet down and pushed herself out of bed, the folded wings at her back shimmering with the reflected colors of the fire crackling in the center of the tent.

Valiar chuckled. He took another long sip of his wine and settled himself back into the soft furs of their shared bed. His own ivory-colored wings were spread beneath him like cushions. "Do you think you were any less noisome tonight, sister?"

She shot him a poisonous glare. "It's depraved, Valiar." The angelic female looked down at her bare-chested brother, a droplet of sweat still winding its way down his abdomen from their earlier exertions. "The frail little slave girl and that..that minotaur beast. All while the Captain is gone, and they do not even attempt to conceal their...degeneracy from the rest of us."

Valiar leaned forward slightly, draining his own goblet and setting it aside. He smirked up at his twin. "And now you're beginning to sound just a little jealous."

"Absurd."

He lay back again, propping himself up on an elbow as continued to grin up at his sister. "Perhaps you need some more diversion of your own."

Alianne bit her lip, trying to withold a smirk. Then she turned, letting her twin see the lithe, pale flesh of her naked body, still blushing from their furious session just a short time ago. She stepped towards the bed, her wings spreading as if she was preparing to leap up and soar into the night, but Valiar knew it for the invitation that it was.

Her delicate hand reached down to press against her twin's chest. In the distant, the rescued slave girl howled with glee at the minotaur's attentions. Alianna licked her lips, then swung a slender thigh over her twin's chest, finally settling herself down to straddle him. He shuddered to feel her slick heat against his flesh.

"Then distract me, brother."


A typical - maybe not-so-very typical - D&D band. A mix of races mundane and exotic - humans, elves, half-orcs, tieflings, minotaurs, dark elves. Thieves, warriors, mages. And very, very close knit. Could be a different pairing at any given time. Except the siblings - they'd be hard to convince to share.


  • ----------Drow - The Underdark----------

The caverns beneath the fastness of House Ousstyl were black, even by the standards of the eternally benighted Underdark.

Drow eyes could see in the infrared spectrum; darkness meant nothing. But here in the hidden passages beneath his House, the artificial darkness swallowed all, even the cool hues of the stone walls and rocky ground beneath Valryn's feet. He could not see. Runes carved by his own hand ensured that no creature could.

His footsteps ate across the cold earth in sure, confident strides. After so many years of planning, he knew the path very, very well.

And if nothing else, the entertaining sound of hissed curses led the way.

Deep beneath Menzoberranzan, the trail of Valryn's magical runes ended and the magical darkness evaporated like smoke dissipated by a breeze. His eyes quickly adjusted, and he could see the cold, slick walls of the cavern flow into a spacious room dotted with dripping stalactites and a ring of jagged stalagmites that curved inwards like the maw of some carnivorous plant. Tallow candles were lit everywhere, unthinkable in most parts of the Underdark, but here Valryn used them to suit his purposes.

And in the center of it all, perched atop a huge pedestal of carved marble like a trophy, was Valryn's greatest prize.

His sister writhed against her bonds, the living, squirming tentacles that protruded from the ceiling ad ground to bind her by the wrists and ankles. She was held aloft and spread eagle by her living bonds, dangling a meter off of her stone plinth. The black robes of a high priestess of Lloth billowed from her curvy body in ruined tatters, unveiling her still-flawless form in tantalizing peeks and leaving nothing to her younger brother's imagination.

"Hello, Viereyl," he said. He jerked at the grip of his snake-headed whip - her old weapon of choice, and he couldn't help but laugh as it hissed at its sister. Perhaps it loathed her as much as Valryn did. "We have so very much to catch up on."


Lots of ways this can go. Perhaps its not even his sister...mother, perhaps? There's a whole big family out there, and dark elves will be dark elves..

  • ----------Blood Bowl----------

Fast as she was, Alarieth knew she'd gain the end zone in three strides.

The wood elf shifted her grip on the misshapen lump of spiked iron that served as a ball, locking it taut between her right forearm and ribcage.

Two strides.

Then it hit her.

More accurately, "it" slammed into her right hip with it's armored shoulder. She felt a taloned, groping hand reach to try and rip the ball from her hand. She swung her feet out, trying to absorb the hit without losing her foreward momentum. Those talons clawed at her arm instead, carving wet, burning furrows into her tanned flesh before grasping at her jersey. On pure instinct, she shifted the ball from her right side to her left, holding it away from her attackers just in time for second body to pound into her legs just below the knees. This time Aliareth's feet flew out from under her to fling her airborne, and she experienced that old thrill of weightlessness as she seemed to freeze in midair for a long moment. The roaring crowd sucked in a collective breath.

It only took a split second for a third tackler to throw his weight onto her helpless body, using his mass to drive her from the air and into the ungroomed turf with such force that she felt her ribs crunch. Blood exploded from her lips when she finally released a rasping breath.

Another body, and another. Everyone on the field was diving onto her. Hands slithered between the press of the writhing pile, some searching for the ball, others, safe from the indifferent gaze of thrice-bribed referees, sought eyes to gouge or exposed throats to jab.

Alarieth twisted as best she could at the bottom of the pile, wrapping both of her hands protectively over the ball. A pair of grimy fingers probed through the wooden cage of her faceplate. She bit into them until she tasted blood spurt into her mouth, and with a muffled shriek, those fingers withdrew.

"Not fast enough that time, elf," panted a husky voice.

Even as she struggled to find enough room to let her chest expand to draw a decent breath, a smile of recognition crept across Aliareth's lips. "Langdon," she purred.

"The one and only." The Northman leaned closer, his bearded, painted face split by a bloody and gap-toothed grin. "Who else could catch you?"

"I'm not sure I'm caught just yet." The pile squirmed and Aliareth and Langdon squirmed with it, their bodies pressing lewdly together. Her hand slipped between them, grasping at the leather between his thighs and finding it stretched taut. Same old Langdon.

The Northman had the same idea. Already his spiked gauntlets were tearing at her shorts, shoving them down until his grime-caked fingers found her smooth mound. She moaned as he began to caress her.

"Hurry," she breathed.


Another setting with a lot of room for exotic pairings - mohawked Wood Elves, Vampires, Beastmen, Viking-styled Norseman, Werewolves - Blood Bowl is essential American football played by fantasy races in an ultra-violent and unbelievably corrupt sport.
 
RE: Some ideas: Seeking IM RP (Added 5/22 - Blood Bowl)

Can't hurt to bump it!
 
RE: Some ideas: Seeking IM RP (Added 5/22 - Blood Bowl)

Mini bump, not quite a full bump, though I expect the result is the same.
 
RE: Some ideas: Seeking IM RP (Added 9/22 - Amanda's Mom)

Added "Amanda's Mom".
 
RE: Some ideas, M for F: Looking for IM RP

Bumping. Adding more soon.
 
RE: Some ideas, M for F: Looking for IM RP

Bumping 'cause you never know.
 
RE: Some ideas, M for F: Looking for IM RP - Just added Star Wars/The Old Republic

And a quick bump for the update.
 
RE: Some ideas, M for F: Looking for IM RP - Just added Star Wars/The Old Republic

Ravage said:
And a quick bump for the update.

Had an idea, but can't remember what it was..so instead..bump.
 
RE: Some ideas, M for F: Looking for IM RP - Just added Star Wars/The Old Republic

bump bump.
 
RE: Some ideas, M for F: Looking for IM RP - Just added Star Wars/The Old Republic

Bumping for a Tuesday(?!)
 
RE: Some ideas, M for F: Looking for IM RP - Just added Star Wars/The Old Republic

Bump!
 
RE: Some ideas, M for F: Looking for IM RP - Plot Threads waiting!

Sunday night bumping.
 
RE: Some ideas, M for F: Looking for IM RP - Plot Threads waiting!

Bumping. Other plots in mind too, will get around to updating the main post soon.
 
RE: Some ideas, M for F: Looking for IM RP - Plot Threads waiting!

Sunday bump.
 
RE: Introducing The Witcher: M for F: Looking for IM RP

A bump for my Witcher update.
 
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