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This thread is basically a copy of the thread I have linked in my signature. I'm looking for the same thing, but basically in the male role. I'm only looking to take two role plays on, so I may be a bit picky. I only play dominant male roles, and I'm seeking someone to play female roles with a fierce side; for the love of god please do not come to me with weak women who just want to be dominated, I don't mean to be rude but those roles are just too much for me.
About me:
[*]I love writing domineering, strong characters.
[*]I can write anywhere from three hundred words to anywhere up to two thousand depending on what I have to reply to / inspiration. If you put a lot of effort in, I'll do the same. I love longer posts, it just helps me get into the role play more.
[*]Please check my samples down below, as well as my thread role plays. I'm looking for writing similar to my own; I enjoy writing with like minded role players.
[*]I can post anywhere from multiple times a day to once every few days, depending on work and inspiration of course. I prefer doing once a day / every few days.
[*]I don't mind PMs or threads, my preferred method is google docs. I'm looking for more thread role plays so please keep that in mind.
[*]I only write in third person, past tense. I'd prefer my partner did too.
[*]I understand that our characters are fictional and do not reflect our relationship as role play partners. Please, don't assume I'm here for anything but roleplaying only.
[*]F-list
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What I’m looking for:
Respect. If you're not feeling interested in our role play anymore or if you feel the plot isn't working the way you want, please talk to me! I don't bite. I want us both to enjoy the role play. If you're not going to be able to post for an extended period of time, say a week or two, it'd be great if you could let me know. I understand that real life does get in the way, I won't hold it against you. I should also note if you let me know you don't want to continue, I won't try to change your mind, I'll respect your choice.
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Coherent grammar, and a good grasp of English. I'm no expert, no doubt I have some mistakes in this thread. I just ask that you know the difference between their, there and they're etc. As well as forming a coherent post. I don't mind a few random spelling errors but many will be a bit annoying. I take care in writing my posts and making sure don't have any errors so I hope you will as well.
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Creativity, detail and passion. I adore detail. I think it makes the role play richer. As for creativity and passion, I really enjoy reading posts that my partners have put a lot of care into. I can promise you I'll be putting effort into my character, their background and progression. As well as adding a good level of detail. I'm definitely not asking for two thousand word posts with extensive description on someone eating an apple, I'm referring to how your character does something. What are they wearing? How do they assess people? I love to read into characters, the more you give the more you get. I currently need some help improving my writing. Please do send a couple of samples in your PM to me if you can. I love to check out my partner's writing to see if we're well-matched.
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Dark, gritty, sensual, mysterious plots. I think this speaks for itself. I love sexual tension, corruption, mystery, horror; most of all I thoroughly enjoy power struggles. All of those good things. I'm especially looking for supernatural plots, but I don't mind playing humans only. Some supernatural races I like to play are; Werewolves, Vampires, Valkyries, Demi Gods, Witches, Shifters, and more I can't think of no doubt. I'm also MORE than happy to play humans in a realistic setting, please don't let the supernatural scare you away!
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Communication / plotting. Lets plot! Lets chat! I love to come up with ideas together. I do enjoy winging it but it's nice to have some big events planned. I find communication is important, especially to make sure we're on the same page with the role play and that we're both enjoying it. I should mention I don't mean we have to chat constantly, just check in now and then and of course for certain events.
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Picture / Gif prompts (please come to me with basic ideas if you want to do one of these):
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Sweet Dreams[/color]]
Mistress[/color]]
His[/color]]
The Morning After[/color]]
Stay[/color]]
Forbidden[/color]]
"... With Benefits"[/color]]
Untamed[/color]]
Frostbite][/color]
The Hunt Begins[/color]]
Hell Hath No Fury[/color]]
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Brief ideas (Keep in mind these are very basic, we can plot them out together - my roles will be in bold if I have a preference):
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[*]Demon x Witch
[*]Lucifer x your choice.
[*]Vampire x your choice.
[*]Christine Feehan's Carpathian Novels. I'd be happy with us just playing OCs. - Craving
[*]Kelley Armstrong's Otherworld Series or 'Bitten' as you may know it. OCs or Elena x Clayton for this! - Craving
[*]Werewolf x human / rogue werewolf.
[*]Wife / Mate x Husband or Mates best friend. Could be two packs of werewolves, two covens. Anything really.
[*]Pregnant Werewolf on the run x Enemy pack Alpha.
[*]Serial Killer x Investigator.
[*]Hunter x Supernatural creature.
[*]Employer x Employee.
[*]Cop x Victim of a crime.
[*]Professor x Older Student - Older than other students, not the professor.
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Slightly thought out plots (These were written with my role being the female, so please feel free to change as you please! I'm a bit too lazy to revamp them.):
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A deal of a lifetime { Escort x Businessman } [/u]]---
After years of working as a high class escort, YC is finally feeling the need to break away from the job that she felt was beginning to define her. It had been a simple choice to make a living when she’d moved to the city; it wasn’t supposed to be a profession of hers. Despite many of her colleague’s opinions, YC refused to sleep with the client. There had to be some chemistry there for her to even consider it. Thankfully, her jobs were usually revolving around different business gatherings, to display a beautiful girlfriend or just simply someone to join them in the city on business.
This is where MC comes in. YC is keen to move on to study and achieve her goals, and MC is, for whatever reason, looking for a woman to take to an event or trip. It could be down to his family pressuring him to try and take a relationship as well as working hard, so he simply hires her to get them off his back. It can be any reason you like! After several days together, it’s clear something is clicking, however, she is in high demand.
So, after their meeting she continues on, trying to secure enough money to downsize and apply to school. On one specific evening, YC is hired to attend a rather high brow charity ball. Her date is nothing but an egotistical asshole, which leaves her contemplating leaving; until she sees MC. I was thinking he could offer her a place to stay where she would be looked after while she goes to school. Or maybe he offers a large sum for her to travel with him on a business event. Either way, there’s a deal on the table. He doesn’t know much about her, or her past. It’s definitely going to catch up with them.
We can change the timeline or simply remove some bits, let me know if you’re interested but with changes.
Ashes to Ashes {Supernatural Elements}[/u]]---Life seemed to be going well for our characters. They’d met, formed a relationship and eventually moved in together. It was safe to say that they didn’t live in luxury, they struggled to gather enough for rent some months, but they got by. They were happy. One fateful night, MC is caught in a cross fire. This could happen because he’s at the wrong place at the wrong time OR maybe he was involved in some other activity to help pay the bills… Either way, he dies. Now here’s where it’s get interesting. Ever seen The Crow? The only difference here would be that he doesn’t pass on, he comes back for good. The idea would be that he finds YC again; this could be months or years later, and hunts down the people who took his life from him.
This is only a starting idea, so we can plan what happens next. Maybe he has to fight to remain living, or maybe there’s issues of YC trying to have moved on. Then we could add some more twists and turns. Please feel free to offer ANY changes at all, I know this plot is based a lot on YC so do let me know if there’s something you’d like to do differently.
A love once Lost {Witch x Werewolf}[/u]]---
It all began two decades ago. MC’s Coven moved to a rural area (whichever country we like; we don’t even have to specify) nearby a peaceful town in hopes of settling into a rather human way of life. However, unknown to them, the war was only just beginning. At the time, the pack nearby (YC’s) decided along with the coven it would be best to join forces against the wild rebel groups that were gathering force. Some supernatural beings believed that they should be in control and take over the human world. They believe that they are above human laws.
Once the threat was dealt with, the coven took their leave. By this time, our characters had a firm bond, so much so that they’d spent a good deal of time with one another. It felt strange to be apart, traumatic even. (I’m planning for the coven to have remained there for seven years, they would’ve moved when MC was roughly fifteen, so left when she was twenty. Feel free to pick YCs age).
After all these years, the witches had been moving around, their coven slowly breaking down as they tried to find a peaceful home. Everywhere they went it seemed that trouble was following them. Eventually, they find their peaceful home, even if they are a smaller coven, it was worth it. Just one year after they’ve settle, they get a call from the pack alpha (this could be YC) that there has been an attack on their pack, by another coven. They need help in fighting back, as they are outnumbered against reckless witches. So once more, the coven pack up and head over, as they feel they have a loyalty to the pack for helping them before.
MC begins to wonder if YC is still the same, she hopes to reunite with her childhood sweetheart. Only to find that he has moved on, causing the situation to turn somewhat awkward.
We can discuss about their relationship, maybe how YC is feeling. We could also have both characters move on then realise how much they missed one another. It can go either way really!
More to come!
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Samples: (Keep in mind these are female roles, I'll be playing the male role, I'm just too lazy to dig out some male samples I have).
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Sample One[/u]]
The brunette gave a muffled sigh as she stood in the rain, the droplets trickled down her leather jacket, taunting its warmth. Her fingers curled around the hood of the old beaten fiesta and lifted it, taking a quick check. Nothing stood out. Then again, Amelia had never been good with vehicles. She knew she should have sold this car by now but it had so many memories, that old tainted blue paint job, it was just another good memory. Raising her right arm, she brushed away the leather sleeve to notice the time, she cursed audibly. Her first job with a new partner and she was already running late let alone getting to the scene. Not willing to waste any more time Amelia stepped out into the road, hailing a passing cab. There was nothing more embarrassing than turning up at a crime scene in a cab but what else could she do?
Amelia spotted the luminescent police issued lights flashing in the distance as they drew close. “Thanks you can stop here.” The driver pulled over swiftly, Amelia leaned in and passed him a note and insisted he kept the change. She slowly stepped from the cab. She was dressed in her usual suit, navy with a crisp white shirt. Her brown curls were tied up in a bun. As she drew near to the scene a few officers made their way toward her, she pulled her badge from her waistband and showed it to them. “FBI.” One woman smiled, “Your partner is already inside, watch your step.” Amelia nodded and made her way in from around the back.
Amelia made her way into the barn and immediately saw a body propped up against a wall that divided the barn. She knelt down, carefully surveying the floor beneath her, there wasn’t any blood or evidence to step in. As she leaned in she noticed how the body seemed slumped as if she’d been thrown, it was likely she’d been moved. The body was pasty white, it seemed a few days old. The right eye socket was covered in blood, dried and crackled along the curve of her cheek. The right eye had been completely removed, there seemed to be no marks along the socket to suggest an implement was used. Amelia sighed softly as she gazed down the body. Various slashes were made, a couple of centimeters deep, the flesh pulling away from the body somewhat.
It was horrific. The body seemed positioned in a provocative manner, her legs apart. Amelia wondered if this was for the killer or for the police, either way it was an insult to this young woman. Standing slowly, she began to check around the wreckage of a barn, maybe she could find the place where she would have been killed. As she walked through the doorway she caught sight of another body, with an FBI agent nearby, no doubt her partner. “There’s another body back there,” She called out. As she took a look at the body hanging before them she felt a rage well up inside her. This is why she took the route she did, to catch sick fucks that did this to innocent victims.
At first glance she took note of how much blood remained, cold and dried all over the corpse. Amelia caught a glance of flesh torn from the body, glimpses of bone echoed through the horrific sight. She particularly noticed the missing flesh of the female’s left breast. What kind of killer would remove her breast? Maybe a cannibal? If they were picking which pieces to eat. It was all speculation, she wouldn’t be able to assume much until she’d checked the whole place out, found other bodies if there were any. It was only when she drew her attention away from the body that she noticed who her new partner was. A curse echoed in her mind, Gabriel. She’d finally landed a high profile case and here he was.
Amelia wasn’t fond of her new partner in the least. He was fairly good in the sheets but that was about it, she wouldn’t choose to work for him. “Funny bumping into you here.” She murmured, placing her hands on her hips. “I suppose you’re my new partner then.” What were the odds of a random casual night partner being an FBI agent working in the same area as you, minimal at the most; “Agents, you’re going to want to see this,” A voice called from outside the barn. Amelia didn’t wait for his reply as she made her way out, carefully stepping away from the crime scene to ensure she didn’t contaminate evidence.
One of the officers led Amelia outside into the barren field that covered at least four acres. He nodded toward a figure on a cross. “Right there,” He murmured, making his way back. The brunette carefully made her way over the harsh stones and mud to find a body that had been tied up on a cross, much like a scarecrow would be. The wounds were similar to the other two, various slashes and flesh missing from the corpse. Both eyes were removed, the skin was incredibly pale, almost a blue-ish tint. In this weather, she wasn’t surprised. She placed her hands on her hips as she scoped out the scene. Why were there three bodies in contrasting situations? Maybe the killer was attempting to improve their skills or find their method. Whatever it was, Amelia couldn’t deny it was disturbing. In each situation the victim was displayed in a vulnerable and humiliating position. There was one thing she knew about the killer, they wanted to be in charge.
As she was about to leave to head back toward the barn she caught a flash of a vision. The young woman on the cross was dragged out, all the way through the dirt and stones which cut and dirtied her feet. She was held up by ropes, they cut into her skin as she fought. A hand took a knife and sliced her, calmly, carefully; in control. They watched the blood trickle from her wounds down her abdomen before cutting further. At the last moment they cut a piece from her chest, revealing the woman’s lungs, the bones became a center piece as the killer began to remove certain organs. Amelia gagged softly as she phased back to normality. It was only then that she noticed the ribs, they were dirtied in blood.
Amelia made her way back toward the barn, shaking off the vision. She’d been having them since she had taken up the job, she couldn’t explain what they truly were or if it was even real; it could be an over active imagination. Amelia wasn’t the kind of person to give into abnormality, there needed to be a logical explanation for everything. That’s why her occasional nights of passion worked so well. She had a tough job, she needed a night of fun and she arranged it, no strings, no commitments.
Once she reached the barn she shifted her weight, hands crossed across her chest. “We’ve got a real sick fuck here,” She murmured to Gabriel, “It’s like the killer was trying to perfect his style, usually this happens over more time than what these bodies appear as. Maybe he doesn’t have much time left…” She trailed off, what else would cause a killer to rush his progress?
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Sample Two[/u]]
Amelia glanced up, watching Gabriel. She was all too keen to see the hunger over his features, she wanted him to feel the desperation just as much as she did. She had no doubt he would attempt to punish her, in some way or form. Yet it only encouraged her further, the mere thought of him breaking through her tight sheath, ravaging her until she was raw; it was all intoxicating. There had never been a man that she had craved as much as him, that much was clear. Here she lay, in the middle of dirt, sharp rocks and damp leaves all because she needed him. Amelia didn’t just want him inside her, she craved for it, needed it above all things. When she was with him, she felt safe. Despite their rough antics, she knew they were safe to do such things to one another. He gave her the chance to unleash that dark side she’d always fought down.
It didn’t seem Gabriel was willing to wait long. Amelia glanced up as she felt a reasonable amount of pressure on her shoulders, the heat of Gabriel’s body soon warming her own as he forced her down into the dirt. “There’s my beast,” Her voice was a low growl, her hunger for him seeped from every word. Her head rolled back slightly as his hand came forward, she angled it so he had more room over her throat. Just the feeling of his strong grip against her throat caused her body to demand more. It was never enough until he was inside of her. “I want that fucking hard cock of yours,” Amelia snapped in return, all too desperate to have him, right then.
As if her prayers were answered, she felt a sharp pain sting throughout her core. A loud moan escaped from her as she felt him within her, his words only encouraging her hips to buck against him. “You want me to scream your name?” The blonde demanding bucked her hips up, forcing him further within her, the feeling of pain soon subsided as her slick liquid coated him. “I don’t want you to ever pull out,” Her tone was determined, she meant every word. “I want you to fuck me every day, all day,” her words came out in small gasps as she clenched her sheath around him. “God, you’re so fucking handsome,” It was only then that she snapped her fingers around his arm, digging her nails into the flesh as she shoved his grip from her throat. In one movement, she rose herself up and pushed her palms against his chest. They disconnected for a moment before she straddled his lap, forcing him down into her as she began to thrust.
Coarse moans escaped from her as she pressed her body to his, her tight peaks pressing against his chest as she thrust, god he felt incredible. Every inch of him, every fucking delightful, mind-blowing inch of him. Now that she had some control, Amelia slipped her arms around his neck, one slipping up into his hair to grip into the strands to tug his head to the side. Her lips immediately found his neck, kissing hastily against his skin before her teeth clamped down roughly on the unmarked skin. Oh she was going to make sure he was hers, she would mark him as he did her.
“I want you to always be mine, always.” She hissed coldly against his ear, despite her harsh tone it was clear there was something more beneath. “I want to ride this cock whenever I please,” Her lips locked onto his earlobe, her teeth grazing against the skin. Amelia made sure she was close, her moans and soft gasps no doubt filling his mind.
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Sample Three[/u]]
The very moment she heard that word escape him, wife, Isobel couldn’t help but gaze toward Anthony. The title was an odd one for her, not only because they weren’t married but simply because she’d never even considered being married. Being a wife had never really entered her mind. And here a handsome, wealthy man sat, asking her to be his wife. And of course, he wished more than pretending. Isobel hoped he didn’t mean legally, even if the money was amazing, she would never take that step lightly. However, she was more than certain she could make him believe she was his wife. If this was any other situation, Isobel would outright refuse the job. Since he was incredibly alluring, and for an unknown period, it made some sense to be a slightly more intimate job. Living together would most likely just be a start.
The blonde eased in the space next to her husband, rather content with knowing that so far, she was earning some brownie points. “You’re welcome,” Her tone was rather soft and tender. As he explained a few other of his desires, Isobel couldn’t help but swallow hard. Her body already heating with every passing moment. It had been a long, long time since she had been hired by someone with similar interests. The blonde couldn’t remember the last time she’d been involved with anyone that made her body tingle with anticipation. Every single thing he listed caused her abdomen to clench in a stir of heat. Her gaze swiftly caught on to the movement in his arms, noticing the way his muscles bulged against his suit with a simple crossing of his arms. No doubt he had power in that clearly, well looked after body of his. Isobel was curious to see exactly what he was hiding under the expensive fabric.
Isobel paused, seeing a glimmer of warmth behind his gaze. The female mirrored his warmth, feeling rather appreciated. Isobel allowed herself to laugh, a true, warm and bubbly sound ebbed from her as soon as she saw his face change. Oh it was rather amusing to say the least, she had to have some fun with him, right? If they were going to be pretend to be married, he’d need to learn she had a more playful side. The female soon turned her body toward his, her chin resting in her palm as she listened intently to what he was saying. A slight blush rose to her cheeks, warming her flawless, fairly pale features. “I did have a rather big crush on you.” A slow smirk rippled at her lips, “I remember during lunch, I’d watch you over at your lunch table. I guess I wasn’t as skillful at admiring men as I thought I was.” She glanced down for a moment, as if wishing to break the thought. This was a business deal, not a high school reunion and certainly not a fantasy.
It seemed that what he was saying made sense, rather than the devil you know. Or knew. There was definitely some comfort in knowing that this handsome man was her high school crush. Isobel wouldn’t dare admit that her crush lasted longer than most, it was actually there for the majority of her time in school. The instant his hand touched her thigh the female took a slow, deep breath. The heat from his hand sent a warmth pooling within her, slowly, her long dark lashes began to drift down, soon snapping up as she heard his voice bring her back to focus. Upon his request, Isobel rose. In a rather taunting manner she brushed her legs past his as she made her way over toward the cabinet. Once she returned, she settled on the couch with the contract in hand. As the female crossed her legs, her calf brushed lightly against his shin. Isobel was all too aware of what she was doing.
The blonde rummaged through her purse, grabbing a small hard case and popped it open. The female slid on a pair of thick black rimmed glasses as she began to look over the contract. “That’s a lot of money,” She breathed softly as she began to scan through the wording of the contract. Isobel may not be well educated academically, but she knew a few things. As he asked for her answer, the female couldn’t help but allow a warm, flirtatious smirk to cross her lips. “Tell me, Anthony, does this contract come with the rings?” How could she deny the deal? Sure, he was asking a lot, but this kind of offer didn’t come along. Not only was he handsome, familiar and clearly paying more than any client would ever usually pay; Isobel found herself being incredibly aroused by him. The suit, the way he spoke, the desires he had. So what if it wasn’t something she’d done before, when did she ever get the chance to be with someone she desired in such a way as well as earning more money than she could dream of?
As Isobel took a pen from her purse she debated over the choice for a moment before signing her name in a long, cursive line. “I should also mention that I don’t have sex without protection. I always use condoms.” She glanced toward him, “I assume you’re not the kind to want to use them. I’ll make an appointment with the doctor.” Her gaze locked with his for a moment before a slight smirk rippled across her lips as she handed the papers over to him. “So, sweetheart, what would you like me to begin with?” Her tone was tender and compliant, her gaze already sweeping over him. A thought did cross her mind, what would happen if she disobeyed him? The blonde removed the glasses, slipping them into the case and into her purse before she turned her full attention back to her… Well, husband. It felt surreal to be sitting there with one of the first and biggest crushes she’d had, only to be hired as his wife among other things.
Isobel couldn’t help but bite gently at her lower lip as she watched over her boss, various ideas of how they could spend their time filled her mind. It was needless to say her body began to react in an expected manner, arousal peaking as she watched him. “Shall I run you a hot bath?” The idea of seeing him among the steaming suds was incredibly alluring, so much so that she had to ask. Usually, Isobel would be dreading the moment she had to give the client extra, yet here she was hinting at it.
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Current Thread Role Plays (Examples of my current writing & style changes. You get what you give, quality wise - Female roles again, this is just to show what I give).[/u]][/color]
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