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The Midnight
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- Apr 6, 2019
Well hello there gorgeous,
I'm happy to see you found your way here to my request thread. You may refer to me as Midnight. I am a literate role player and am searching for someone who can match or be close to my skill level.
*I am an avid fan of the mixture of both horror and romance. If you feel the same way I do, please message me! I would LOVE to hear from you. While I enjoy playing against the villainous type, I can also make a damn good villain myself. In fact, I enjoy playing as the "bad guy."
So here's the scoop:
*I can play as a male or female character. I can be "dominant" or "submissive." Just let me know more about your personal preferences.
Specific plot ideas I am currently craving: I prefer to play character B. ☆'s signify my current cravings!
☆☆☆(I even wrote a starter ♡)
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Major Kinks:
*Age-Play (Not a requirement. I only do 10 years or fewer age gaps. No characters under the age of 18.)
*Aftercare
*Dangerous atmosphere/personas (bad guy/girl demeanor)
*Darker plots (ex. taboo relationships but no blood incest)
*Dirty Talk
*Dominance
*Horror
*Intelligence -Hard requirement.
*Kidnap/bondage
***Obsession/Codependency - Love ♡
*Oral sex (receiving but also giving.)
*Rough Sex
*Sex toys
*Size Differences
*Teasing
I'm happy to see you found your way here to my request thread. You may refer to me as Midnight. I am a literate role player and am searching for someone who can match or be close to my skill level.
*I am an avid fan of the mixture of both horror and romance. If you feel the same way I do, please message me! I would LOVE to hear from you. While I enjoy playing against the villainous type, I can also make a damn good villain myself. In fact, I enjoy playing as the "bad guy."
So here's the scoop:
- I am a twenty-six-year-old female.
- I average at least one reply per week but can manage to reply daily or multiple replies per day from time to time if I have the time.
- Expect my replies to be written in third person.
- Expect my replies to be anywhere from 400-1500+ words. (Depending on the scene and my level of interest.)
- I can play multiple characters with ease.
- I will notify you if my reply time will be delayed.
- 70/30 or 60/40 plot to smut ratio preferred.
- I enjoy OOC chat and like to be friends with the individuals I role play with. Especially if we hit it off.
- Decent Grammar and spelling. We all make typos but too many typos will distract me from our story!
- The ability to help move along our story and match my post length. (I will get bored quickly otherwise.)
- Multidimensional Characters
- The ability to play multiple characters. These character's don't have to be extremely fleshed out but I find it overwhelming and a bit dull to play as our entire cast.
- Please write in third person!
- Please maintain ooc contact and notify me if you will be delayed.
*I can play as a male or female character. I can be "dominant" or "submissive." Just let me know more about your personal preferences.
Specific plot ideas I am currently craving: I prefer to play character B. ☆'s signify my current cravings!
☆☆☆(I even wrote a starter ♡)
Character A is a powerful leader of a criminal syndicate, feared for their ruthlessness. Character B is a vulnerable but gifted performer working in one of Character A’s underground clubs. After witnessing Character B perform, Character A becomes enthralled and decides to make them their personal property.
HUGE brownie points if you model the syndicate leader after Sylus from Love & Deepspace. He is 1000% my type personality wise.
Starter:
The pounding bass reverberated through the dark, smoky club, mingling with the flashing neon lights that bathed everything in shades of red and gold. The air smelled of expensive liquor and desperation, the perfect combination to drown the city’s sins in its glitzy underbelly. On a raised platform at the heart of the room, Aylin—the name she’d chosen to hide the one she’d left behind—moved like liquid fire.
Her lithe, youthful frame swayed with hypnotic rhythm, catching the light that danced across her honeyed skin. Exotic and alluring, she embodied mystery with cascading dark curls that framed a face so striking it seemed almost otherworldly—soft, full lips and luminous eyes that promised both danger and escape. Every movement of her body was deliberate, sensual yet subtle, designed to draw attention without giving too much away.
Her back arched as she slid her hands up the pole, a slow, deliberate movement that drew every eye to her long, slender arms and the graceful line of her neck. Her performance was a symphony of sensuality. She didn’t just dance; she told a story with every sway of her hips, every stretch of her lithe body, every coy glance over her shoulder. Her movements were slow and deliberate, teasing the audience with what they might see if they watched just a little longer. A single finger traced her collarbone before sliding down her chest, drawing attention to the plunging neckline of her glittering black bodysuit, clinging to her like a second skin and revealing just enough to leave the rest to the imagination.
She felt their eyes on her, a mix of lust, envy, and curiosity. This was her armor, her shield. As long as they looked, they wouldn’t see the cracks beneath her carefully crafted facade.
Aylin wasn’t her real name, of course. She had buried that name the night she fled. The night she was stolen from her home.
She had been nineteen, fresh-faced and wide-eyed, working at a small café in a quiet coastal town. She remembered the man who had offered her a job abroad, promising better pay and a chance to see the world. Desperate to escape the monotony of her life and help her struggling family, she accepted.
But it wasn’t a job waiting for her. It was a nightmare.
She woke up in a cramped, windowless room, surrounded by other girls, all terrified and silent. She quickly realized she had been trafficked, her dreams of freedom turned into chains. For weeks, she was shuffled between handlers, her identity erased, her passport stolen.
But she wasn’t like the others. She watched, listened, and waited. One night, when her captors were distracted, she fought back—biting, clawing, and running for her life through the labyrinthine streets of the city. She didn’t stop until she reached the neon-drenched shadows of its underworld, where she learned how to survive.
Her real name might be gone, but her fire wasn’t.
This job wasn’t what she wanted, but it was the only option. No one asked questions at the Eclipse, not about where you came from, who you were running from, or why you only had a single bag to your name. All you needed was a stage name and a face that could captivate an audience.
And captivate, she did.
But as the night wore on, Aylin caught sight of someone seated in the VIP section—a figure shrouded in shadows, their gaze piercing through the chaos of the club like a blade. Unlike the others, their eyes didn’t wander over her body. They stayed fixed on her face, sharp and assessing, as though peeling back her mask with a glance.
A chill ran down her spine, though she didn’t miss a beat in her performance. Whoever they were, they were dangerous. And yet, she couldn’t stop herself from looking back, curiosity and dread pooling in her stomach.
The man—or monster—behind those eyes looked like he was deciding something. And Aylin had the sinking feeling that whatever it was, it involved her.
HUGE brownie points if you model the syndicate leader after Sylus from Love & Deepspace. He is 1000% my type personality wise.
Starter:
The pounding bass reverberated through the dark, smoky club, mingling with the flashing neon lights that bathed everything in shades of red and gold. The air smelled of expensive liquor and desperation, the perfect combination to drown the city’s sins in its glitzy underbelly. On a raised platform at the heart of the room, Aylin—the name she’d chosen to hide the one she’d left behind—moved like liquid fire.
Her lithe, youthful frame swayed with hypnotic rhythm, catching the light that danced across her honeyed skin. Exotic and alluring, she embodied mystery with cascading dark curls that framed a face so striking it seemed almost otherworldly—soft, full lips and luminous eyes that promised both danger and escape. Every movement of her body was deliberate, sensual yet subtle, designed to draw attention without giving too much away.
Her back arched as she slid her hands up the pole, a slow, deliberate movement that drew every eye to her long, slender arms and the graceful line of her neck. Her performance was a symphony of sensuality. She didn’t just dance; she told a story with every sway of her hips, every stretch of her lithe body, every coy glance over her shoulder. Her movements were slow and deliberate, teasing the audience with what they might see if they watched just a little longer. A single finger traced her collarbone before sliding down her chest, drawing attention to the plunging neckline of her glittering black bodysuit, clinging to her like a second skin and revealing just enough to leave the rest to the imagination.
She felt their eyes on her, a mix of lust, envy, and curiosity. This was her armor, her shield. As long as they looked, they wouldn’t see the cracks beneath her carefully crafted facade.
Aylin wasn’t her real name, of course. She had buried that name the night she fled. The night she was stolen from her home.
She had been nineteen, fresh-faced and wide-eyed, working at a small café in a quiet coastal town. She remembered the man who had offered her a job abroad, promising better pay and a chance to see the world. Desperate to escape the monotony of her life and help her struggling family, she accepted.
But it wasn’t a job waiting for her. It was a nightmare.
She woke up in a cramped, windowless room, surrounded by other girls, all terrified and silent. She quickly realized she had been trafficked, her dreams of freedom turned into chains. For weeks, she was shuffled between handlers, her identity erased, her passport stolen.
But she wasn’t like the others. She watched, listened, and waited. One night, when her captors were distracted, she fought back—biting, clawing, and running for her life through the labyrinthine streets of the city. She didn’t stop until she reached the neon-drenched shadows of its underworld, where she learned how to survive.
Her real name might be gone, but her fire wasn’t.
This job wasn’t what she wanted, but it was the only option. No one asked questions at the Eclipse, not about where you came from, who you were running from, or why you only had a single bag to your name. All you needed was a stage name and a face that could captivate an audience.
And captivate, she did.
But as the night wore on, Aylin caught sight of someone seated in the VIP section—a figure shrouded in shadows, their gaze piercing through the chaos of the club like a blade. Unlike the others, their eyes didn’t wander over her body. They stayed fixed on her face, sharp and assessing, as though peeling back her mask with a glance.
A chill ran down her spine, though she didn’t miss a beat in her performance. Whoever they were, they were dangerous. And yet, she couldn’t stop herself from looking back, curiosity and dread pooling in her stomach.
The man—or monster—behind those eyes looked like he was deciding something. And Aylin had the sinking feeling that whatever it was, it involved her.
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Character A is a rogue cybernetic bounty hunter with a dark past. Formerly a high-ranking officer for a galactic empire, he was betrayed and left for dead during a mutiny. Rescued and enhanced with illegal cybernetic implants, he now operates on the fringes of society, taking high-risk jobs that bring him closer to revenge. He’s cold, calculating, and known for his ruthless efficiency.
Character B is a brilliant yet reclusive mechanic and hacker who works on an isolated junk planet. She’s hiding from her own past—a crime she didn’t commit but is blamed for, making her a fugitive. Her resourcefulness and ability to manipulate advanced technology make her a valuable asset, but she’s sworn to avoid entanglements that could put her at risk.
Their paths cross when Character A crashes on Character B’s planet after a mission gone wrong. Gravely injured and hunted by the empire he once served, he forces Character B to help him repair his ship. Despite her resistance, she agrees, drawn to the dangerous aura he exudes and sensing a kindred spirit in his brokenness.
Character B is a brilliant yet reclusive mechanic and hacker who works on an isolated junk planet. She’s hiding from her own past—a crime she didn’t commit but is blamed for, making her a fugitive. Her resourcefulness and ability to manipulate advanced technology make her a valuable asset, but she’s sworn to avoid entanglements that could put her at risk.
Their paths cross when Character A crashes on Character B’s planet after a mission gone wrong. Gravely injured and hunted by the empire he once served, he forces Character B to help him repair his ship. Despite her resistance, she agrees, drawn to the dangerous aura he exudes and sensing a kindred spirit in his brokenness.
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**Plot Idea:**
*Werewolf x Bunny, size difference, taboo, rough sex*
Character B, a rabbit shifter, is a young police officer that has always been searching for something—something she can’t quite put into words. After a series of unfortunate events that leave her emotionally bruised, she is dismissed from her position and moves to the remote town of Raven’s Ridge, hoping for a fresh start. The town is nestled at the foot of a mountain range, its rustic charm hiding darker secrets beneath the surface. People have been disappearing for years, their bodies found in the mountains, torn apart by something unnatural. The locals whisper of wild animals, strange occurrences, and an ancient curse tied to the land.
B tries to ignore the rumors, but something begins to gnaw at her. She starts having vivid, disturbing nightmares—nightmares that feel too real. In her dreams, she sees the bloodshed in the mountains, the horrific scenes of torn flesh and savage brutality. But at the same time, she feels an inexplicable pull, a magnetic force urging her to venture deeper into the forest, toward the very place where the killings happen. The more she tries to resist, the stronger the pull becomes, until one day she can’t ignore it any longer.
Deciding to face whatever this strange force is, B packs her things for a weeklong trek into the mountains, convinced that confronting it will either give her answers or put an end to the nightmares once and for all. But as she hikes deeper into the wilderness, she unknowingly steps into the territory of a deadly and powerful creature—a creature whose primal instincts are tied to her own.
A is a werewolf, and the gruesome killings in the mountains are his doing. For years, he’s lived as both a human and beast alongside the naive occupants of Raven Ridge. But everything changes the moment he sees B. Her presence stirs something deep inside him, something long dormant. The moment their eyes meet, the imprinting bond is complete, and his wolf recognizes her as his mate even when his instincts scream that she's prey.
At first, B believes A to be just another hiker, a stranger lost in the woods like her, but when their eyes lock, the truth hits her like a tidal wave. She is drawn to him for a reason, and that reason is her own sexual awakening.
As the hunter becomes the hunted, B must decide whether to accept her new reality and stand by her mate or turn her back on a future that might tear her apart.
*Would absolutely love a pair of werewolf brothers to form a mating bond on her if you're willing to double.*
*Werewolf x Bunny, size difference, taboo, rough sex*
Character B, a rabbit shifter, is a young police officer that has always been searching for something—something she can’t quite put into words. After a series of unfortunate events that leave her emotionally bruised, she is dismissed from her position and moves to the remote town of Raven’s Ridge, hoping for a fresh start. The town is nestled at the foot of a mountain range, its rustic charm hiding darker secrets beneath the surface. People have been disappearing for years, their bodies found in the mountains, torn apart by something unnatural. The locals whisper of wild animals, strange occurrences, and an ancient curse tied to the land.
B tries to ignore the rumors, but something begins to gnaw at her. She starts having vivid, disturbing nightmares—nightmares that feel too real. In her dreams, she sees the bloodshed in the mountains, the horrific scenes of torn flesh and savage brutality. But at the same time, she feels an inexplicable pull, a magnetic force urging her to venture deeper into the forest, toward the very place where the killings happen. The more she tries to resist, the stronger the pull becomes, until one day she can’t ignore it any longer.
Deciding to face whatever this strange force is, B packs her things for a weeklong trek into the mountains, convinced that confronting it will either give her answers or put an end to the nightmares once and for all. But as she hikes deeper into the wilderness, she unknowingly steps into the territory of a deadly and powerful creature—a creature whose primal instincts are tied to her own.
A is a werewolf, and the gruesome killings in the mountains are his doing. For years, he’s lived as both a human and beast alongside the naive occupants of Raven Ridge. But everything changes the moment he sees B. Her presence stirs something deep inside him, something long dormant. The moment their eyes meet, the imprinting bond is complete, and his wolf recognizes her as his mate even when his instincts scream that she's prey.
At first, B believes A to be just another hiker, a stranger lost in the woods like her, but when their eyes lock, the truth hits her like a tidal wave. She is drawn to him for a reason, and that reason is her own sexual awakening.
As the hunter becomes the hunted, B must decide whether to accept her new reality and stand by her mate or turn her back on a future that might tear her apart.
*Would absolutely love a pair of werewolf brothers to form a mating bond on her if you're willing to double.*
*Looking for lots of kinky sex with a slasher!*
Character A is a masked killer who stalks the city under the cover of night, leaving a trail of carnage in his wake. Ruthless and calculating, he revels in fear—until one night, when Character B unexpectedly fights back. B, resourceful and unyielding, injures him during a chase, and for the first time, A feels something beyond bloodlust: fascination.
Rather than kill her, A spares her, retreating into the shadows but unable to stay away. I am thinking they know each other in their personal lives too so we have alternate personas for the killer as character B attempts to uncover their true identity. Night after night, he watches her, drawn to her resilience and fire. B, haunted by her encounter, begins to feel his presence lingering like a phantom, her fear mingling with an inexplicable thrill.
When A finally reveals himself, unmasked but no less terrifying, it’s not to kill her but to claim her. His obsession is dark, twisted, and violent, but it’s laced with a raw, magnetic allure that B can’t ignore. Trapped in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, their connection becomes a blend of fear and longing—a deadly romance where the line between predator and prey blurs.
As the body count rises, B must decide if she’ll escape his grasp—or embrace the darkness that ties them together. And just how far is she willing to go to keep herself alive?
Character A is a masked killer who stalks the city under the cover of night, leaving a trail of carnage in his wake. Ruthless and calculating, he revels in fear—until one night, when Character B unexpectedly fights back. B, resourceful and unyielding, injures him during a chase, and for the first time, A feels something beyond bloodlust: fascination.
Rather than kill her, A spares her, retreating into the shadows but unable to stay away. I am thinking they know each other in their personal lives too so we have alternate personas for the killer as character B attempts to uncover their true identity. Night after night, he watches her, drawn to her resilience and fire. B, haunted by her encounter, begins to feel his presence lingering like a phantom, her fear mingling with an inexplicable thrill.
When A finally reveals himself, unmasked but no less terrifying, it’s not to kill her but to claim her. His obsession is dark, twisted, and violent, but it’s laced with a raw, magnetic allure that B can’t ignore. Trapped in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, their connection becomes a blend of fear and longing—a deadly romance where the line between predator and prey blurs.
As the body count rises, B must decide if she’ll escape his grasp—or embrace the darkness that ties them together. And just how far is she willing to go to keep herself alive?
*More kinky taboo sex with magic involved. Teacher x Student*
Character A is one of the forgotten gods, stripped of his divinity centuries ago when the royal bloodline betrayed him, stealing his power to crown themselves rulers of the mortal world. Once a being of untouchable strength, he is now a shadow of his former self. But his immortality ensures his patience, and over centuries, he has plotted his return. Now, after decades of careful manipulation, he stands as the professor to Character B—the last living heir to the bloodline that ruined him.
Character B carries more than a royal title; within her veins burns the fractured remnants of his stolen power, the divine spark needed to restore his godhood. But that spark is locked behind an ancient riddle, a cruel safeguard left by the royals who exiled him:
"To reclaim what was lost,
The lamb must kneel before the wolf.
But to kindle the flame of divinity, a heart must bleed willingly.
The vessel must break before it can yield.
Only in trust is the blade concealed."
For Character A, the path to his ascension is clear: he must dominate her entirely, not through violence, but through seduction, manipulation, and an unrelenting pull toward submission. She must not only break for him but offer herself willingly, mind, body, and soul.
Theirs is not a sudden collision but a slow, intoxicating descent. Character A is deliberate, weaving himself into every corner of her world. He feeds her doubts, isolates her from her family, and lays bare the lies that shaped her existence. He unravels her carefully curated defenses with whispered truths and forbidden touches, teaching her not just of magic, but of power—his power, her power, and the potential they could share.
His dominance isn’t only physical; it’s in his words, his presence, the way he watches her with a gaze that burns too deep. Every moment they share is charged with tension—her defiance against his control, her trembling fascination with the pull of his shadow, and his slow, calculated conquest of her every thought.
As their connection deepens, Character B begins to question whether her resistance is truly hers or if she craves the chains he promises. Character A plays his role with agonizing precision—sometimes tender, sometimes cruel, always in control. She finds herself teetering on the edge, unsure whether she is his prey or his obsession.
The climax comes as the celestial alignment nears, when the ritual can be performed. Character A’s power grows with every piece of her he claims, yet the final step—the divine spark—must come willingly. And so, he makes her choose:
-Submit fully, giving him her magic, her life, and her soul, knowing it will bind them together in a way neither can escape.
- Defy him, shattering the fragile bond between them and risking annihilation.
But by then, her will may already be his, her heart a weapon she willingly places in his hands. In the end, their love is as dark as it is consuming—a balance of dominance and submission where the victor is no longer clear. Is he her salvation, or has she become his redemption?
This story would thrive on the tension between them—where every glance, every word, and every touch is laced with power, longing, and danger. It’s about the breaking of walls, the surrender of control, and the intoxicating dance of a god and his unwilling muse.
Character A is one of the forgotten gods, stripped of his divinity centuries ago when the royal bloodline betrayed him, stealing his power to crown themselves rulers of the mortal world. Once a being of untouchable strength, he is now a shadow of his former self. But his immortality ensures his patience, and over centuries, he has plotted his return. Now, after decades of careful manipulation, he stands as the professor to Character B—the last living heir to the bloodline that ruined him.
Character B carries more than a royal title; within her veins burns the fractured remnants of his stolen power, the divine spark needed to restore his godhood. But that spark is locked behind an ancient riddle, a cruel safeguard left by the royals who exiled him:
"To reclaim what was lost,
The lamb must kneel before the wolf.
But to kindle the flame of divinity, a heart must bleed willingly.
The vessel must break before it can yield.
Only in trust is the blade concealed."
For Character A, the path to his ascension is clear: he must dominate her entirely, not through violence, but through seduction, manipulation, and an unrelenting pull toward submission. She must not only break for him but offer herself willingly, mind, body, and soul.
Theirs is not a sudden collision but a slow, intoxicating descent. Character A is deliberate, weaving himself into every corner of her world. He feeds her doubts, isolates her from her family, and lays bare the lies that shaped her existence. He unravels her carefully curated defenses with whispered truths and forbidden touches, teaching her not just of magic, but of power—his power, her power, and the potential they could share.
His dominance isn’t only physical; it’s in his words, his presence, the way he watches her with a gaze that burns too deep. Every moment they share is charged with tension—her defiance against his control, her trembling fascination with the pull of his shadow, and his slow, calculated conquest of her every thought.
As their connection deepens, Character B begins to question whether her resistance is truly hers or if she craves the chains he promises. Character A plays his role with agonizing precision—sometimes tender, sometimes cruel, always in control. She finds herself teetering on the edge, unsure whether she is his prey or his obsession.
The climax comes as the celestial alignment nears, when the ritual can be performed. Character A’s power grows with every piece of her he claims, yet the final step—the divine spark—must come willingly. And so, he makes her choose:
-Submit fully, giving him her magic, her life, and her soul, knowing it will bind them together in a way neither can escape.
- Defy him, shattering the fragile bond between them and risking annihilation.
But by then, her will may already be his, her heart a weapon she willingly places in his hands. In the end, their love is as dark as it is consuming—a balance of dominance and submission where the victor is no longer clear. Is he her salvation, or has she become his redemption?
This story would thrive on the tension between them—where every glance, every word, and every touch is laced with power, longing, and danger. It’s about the breaking of walls, the surrender of control, and the intoxicating dance of a god and his unwilling muse.
*Taboo, age-gap.*
YC's kingdom, ravenous for conquest, crushes MC's kingdom in a brutal, blood-soaked war. YC, then a young but deadly prince, carves his name into the battlefield with steel and shadow, his hands stained with the blood of hundreds. It is he who storms the throne room, he who watches as MC's mother and father—the king and queen—fall before him, sentenced to death.
But instead of killing the babe swaddled in silk and tears, something stays his hand. Perhaps it's the way she looks at him, unknowing and unafraid, or perhaps it's something darker—a possessive instinct, a cruel twist of fate. The girl is spared, claimed as a spoil of war, and brought into YC’s family, raised as their own.
She grows up in the halls where her true blood once ruled, unaware of the ghosts lingering in the stones or the truth that festers beneath the gilded lies. YC, now a man—cold, dominant, and dark—watches her with a quiet intensity that burns slow, his gaze lingering too long, his affection straddling the line between protective and possessive. She calls him brother, unaware of the blood that stains his hands or the secrets stitched into the very fabric of her life.
But shadows cannot remain buried forever. What happens when the truth begins to unravel? When she learns that her cherished older brother was the sword that severed her family’s reign—that he was the monster who made her and so many others an orphan? And what of YC, who has spent years molding her, watching her grow into something delicate and untainted—something he might not want to let go of, even as the truth threatens to shatter everything?
YC's kingdom, ravenous for conquest, crushes MC's kingdom in a brutal, blood-soaked war. YC, then a young but deadly prince, carves his name into the battlefield with steel and shadow, his hands stained with the blood of hundreds. It is he who storms the throne room, he who watches as MC's mother and father—the king and queen—fall before him, sentenced to death.
But instead of killing the babe swaddled in silk and tears, something stays his hand. Perhaps it's the way she looks at him, unknowing and unafraid, or perhaps it's something darker—a possessive instinct, a cruel twist of fate. The girl is spared, claimed as a spoil of war, and brought into YC’s family, raised as their own.
She grows up in the halls where her true blood once ruled, unaware of the ghosts lingering in the stones or the truth that festers beneath the gilded lies. YC, now a man—cold, dominant, and dark—watches her with a quiet intensity that burns slow, his gaze lingering too long, his affection straddling the line between protective and possessive. She calls him brother, unaware of the blood that stains his hands or the secrets stitched into the very fabric of her life.
But shadows cannot remain buried forever. What happens when the truth begins to unravel? When she learns that her cherished older brother was the sword that severed her family’s reign—that he was the monster who made her and so many others an orphan? And what of YC, who has spent years molding her, watching her grow into something delicate and untainted—something he might not want to let go of, even as the truth threatens to shatter everything?
In a kingdom ravaged by war, Character B is a princess who sacrifices herself to enemy forces to save her people. Character A is the ruthless warlord who claims her as his prize, intending to use her as a bargaining chip. But his plans change as he becomes captivated by her defiance and her fire. He keeps her under lock and key, determined to break her spirit and bend her to his will, but her resistance only fuels his obsession. As she begins to see the vulnerability beneath his savagery, she must decide whether to betray him and escape—or become his queen.
In a secluded kingdom, Character A is the immortal warden of a cursed prison that holds ancient monsters and sorcerers. He’s been bound to his duty for centuries, overseeing the darkness that threatens to consume the land. Character B is a rebellious noblewoman, barely of age, who is sent to the prison as punishment for delving into forbidden magic.
A’s duty is to break her will and ensure she never escapes, but he finds himself drawn to her fire and defiance. She, in turn, is captivated by the dark power he exudes and begins to crave his control. As he introduces her to the shadowy rituals of the prison, their relationship spirals into a dance of dominance and submission, where trust and betrayal blur together.
A’s duty is to break her will and ensure she never escapes, but he finds himself drawn to her fire and defiance. She, in turn, is captivated by the dark power he exudes and begins to crave his control. As he introduces her to the shadowy rituals of the prison, their relationship spirals into a dance of dominance and submission, where trust and betrayal blur together.
In a world where vampires rule over humans as livestock, Character A is a centuries-old vampire lord, ruthless and power-hungry, who treats humans as nothing more than tools to be used and discarded. One day, he acquires Character B, a young orphaned girl sold into slavery. Though she is weak and fragile, A sees potential in her—an unusual trace of power within her blood that stirs his curiosity. He buys her and raises her in his cold, imposing estate, making her his personal slave, using her as little more than a pawn in his games of control and domination.
As B grows into a beautiful young woman, A begins to see something more in her—an untapped strength, a fire that matches his own hunger for power. He decides to grant her the greatest gift of all: immortality. But when he turns her into a vampire, something unexpected happens. Her bloodline, dormant for so long, awakens and reveals a deep, mystical connection between them. As B’s transformation completes, A realizes with a shock that she is not just his creation—she is his blood mate. a rare bond formed between two vampires whose fates are intertwined by blood and magic.
As B grows into a beautiful young woman, A begins to see something more in her—an untapped strength, a fire that matches his own hunger for power. He decides to grant her the greatest gift of all: immortality. But when he turns her into a vampire, something unexpected happens. Her bloodline, dormant for so long, awakens and reveals a deep, mystical connection between them. As B’s transformation completes, A realizes with a shock that she is not just his creation—she is his blood mate. a rare bond formed between two vampires whose fates are intertwined by blood and magic.
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Major Kinks:
*Age-Play (Not a requirement. I only do 10 years or fewer age gaps. No characters under the age of 18.)
*Aftercare
*Dangerous atmosphere/personas (bad guy/girl demeanor)
*Darker plots (ex. taboo relationships but no blood incest)
*Dirty Talk
*Dominance
*Horror
*Intelligence -Hard requirement.
*Kidnap/bondage
***Obsession/Codependency - Love ♡
*Oral sex (receiving but also giving.)
*Rough Sex
*Sex toys
*Size Differences
*Teasing
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