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Princess-In-Silk-Chains
Planetoid
- Joined
- Dec 13, 2021
Desires:
- Advanced literate writer, in the usually at least 3 para range, on the hunt for same.
- At the start of a RP I tend to reply several times a day to really kick it off, then, depending on IRL stuff, I will teeter between several replies a day still or at least one post every 8 days.
- I want a focus on the relationship, sure have a fun plot, but deep down it's the chemistry of the two characters that really drive everything forward
- Curvy x muscular. MC's physique will range between this to this, no less but sometimes more than that spectrum, while I am looking to play -against- body types like this or more muscular than that. A big or even huge height difference is also favorable. I also am open to Anthro x Anthro pairings.
Stories:
(Not required by any means, but really into furry/Anthro characters as well, so would love to see any of these stories translated into a world of anthro/furry.
Also happy to hear original idea from fantasy to slice of life.)
Love And Humor In A Warehouse:
(Not required by any means, but really into furry/Anthro characters as well, so would love to see any of these stories translated into a world of anthro/furry.
Also happy to hear original idea from fantasy to slice of life.)
Love And Humor In A Warehouse:
MC works the nightshift in a warehouse. It can get preeeeetty boring down there, so, more often than not, she does her best to keep herself entertained. Messing with things around the place and creating an ongoing joke within the place that the store is haunted, freaking out nearly all of the morning-shifters.
Then in comes along YC.
Perhaps a superior, perhaps a matiencence man?
Whatever the case may be, whether YC approves and wants to aid her shenanigans, or some sort of convincing needs to be done, a whirlwind connection and romance blossoms from there.
Could also add some drama with MC having a bit of PTSD from a recent dark-event in her past and her pranks are a way to keep herself from spiraling alone at work.
Kink To Date
Modern setting with a few different options.MC goes to a kink event but as a new sub she is overwhelmed until YC, a seasoned dom steers her towards a less exhbitionist area of the crowd and eventually leads to them trying out a scene and starting to date.
MC is online looking for a kink partner, she is a romantic but has lost hope in finding the perfect mix of affection and domination, so when she reaches out to YC she expects it will be 'all play but don't stay', and discovers that to be far from the truth.
Also open to any ideas of how a kink meeting could lead quickly towards a romantic relationship.
Nuggets of ideas
Kinks:
(open to more)
(open to more)
- Kissing, passionate or sloppy
- Dubious Domination
- Loving Possessiveness
- Clothed sex
- Light Coercion
- Light crying (fear or pleasure tears, not from intense pain or abuse)
- Alcohol use
- Praise, Receiving
- Hand cuffs
- Gentle/Light pet play
- Gentle Dom
- "Good Girl", Receiving (especially erotic when MC is actually actively squirming/'fighting' to get away)
- Foreplay/outer play
- Stuckage
- Pinned down, Receiving
- Nipple/Breast play
- Pussy worship, Receiving
- Cock worship, Giving
- Oral, Giving and receiving
- Deep throating, Giving
- Aftercare, Receiving
- Sexual exhaustion
- Edging (-No- ruined or fully denied orgasm)
- Suspension play
- Biting
- Primal Play
- Breeding (Needs to be agreed on before hand)
- Risky sex (without ever actually getting caught)
- Eagerness
- Aphrodisiacs/Pheromones
- Hickies/Bite marks (Everywhere -except- on the breasts.)
- Tantric
- Clit-play (Required for erotica/MC's climax!)
Affectionate werewolf
Au'ra Princess and her forceful knight
Size difference
Shower time
Hands behind back
Mermaid taken
Bowser x peach cum inflation
Bowser x Peach cum inflation 2
Pheromone/Scent play
Pheromone/Scent play 2
Bound 69
Upside down cunnilingus
Oni x Human
Overstimulated
Forceful kiss
Forceful kiss 2
Fondle from behind
Playing cops and robbers
After care
After care 2
After care 3
After care 4
After care 5
After care 6
From behind
Sweaty
On side
Possessive eyes
Possessive hands
Bound and enjoyed
Furry fun
Au'ra Princess and her forceful knight
Size difference
Shower time
Hands behind back
Mermaid taken
Bowser x peach cum inflation
Bowser x Peach cum inflation 2
Pheromone/Scent play
Pheromone/Scent play 2
Bound 69
Upside down cunnilingus
Oni x Human
Overstimulated
Forceful kiss
Forceful kiss 2
Fondle from behind
Playing cops and robbers
After care
After care 2
After care 3
After care 4
After care 5
After care 6
From behind
Sweaty
On side
Possessive eyes
Possessive hands
Bound and enjoyed
Furry fun
My No List:
Rest assured, I will decline any and all of these upon suggestion.
Rest assured, I will decline any and all of these upon suggestion.
- God-Modding/Controlling each others characters, or narrating their emotions
- Polyamory/Me playing more than one main/romanceable character
- Violent NonCon
- Face/Tit slapping
- Canon characters
- Animals/Minors/any-person-or-creature-not-capable-of-consent being involved during smut-and/or-romantic scenes
- Incest
- Scat/Bathroom play
- ABDL
- Intense sadism (AKA; Deep needs-stitches-cuts, amputations, bone-breaking, etc. NOTE: Action, as in non-sexual violence when needed for plot is different though!)
- Snuff
- Bimbofication/Forced feminization
- Cheating
- Cruel Domination
- -Intentional- Degradation/Humiliation (Some scenarios could technically be considered inherently degrading, but it's the aspects of specifically wanting MC to experience those emotions in RP, or using 'humiliate' and 'degrade' in the narration, that I do not enjoy. Feeling uncomfortable/coerced/intimidated/even scared but turned on is enjoyable, but shame and humiliation specifically doesn't hit right with me.)
- MC not being brought to orgasm
- Name calling MC (Examples, nothing in the realm of: Whore, slut, bitch, cum dump, breeding hole, etc.., not even a fan or being called a brat or Naughty)
- You playing a non-muscular character
- Short intro OOC messages, please don't. I need to hear your own ideas and see your writing style before I will agree to RP with you.
- Real life face-claim
- Anything that directly contradicts my 'Desires' list
Writing Samples!
It felt like she was trying to bulldoze a brick house with just her dimitive body. An absolutely useless endeavor.
And the stuned outrage was quickly making way for full out panic. Brilliant viridian eyes bulging and looking owl-like due to her glasses as she felt that mitt of a hand slithering it's way upwards...and she knew exactly where it would be headed.
She attempted to shift herself side to side at the waist to stay out of reach, her breasts pushing into the car like sponges at a car wash, but of course it didn't stop those same giant fingers from kneading upwards, muscling between steel and cushion until those digits were lifting the weighty squishy tit into it's clutch.
His hand was huge, but still not -quite- big enough to envelope her entire breast. The doughy flesh spilled between his fingers, as though bread being kneaded before baking, the springy orb molding right back into place whenever his fingers moved to a new spot.
The sensation causing her hidden nipple to become stimulated, the nub pushing forward through her bra, creating a small point from beneath her top.
His gravelly voice had her maroon brow furrow.
So the beast's name was...Wyatt?
Gods, that didn't sound eldritch horror enough for the moniker of what was currently acousting her.
Though that thought didn't stay in the forefront of her mind long because the distinct feeling of a cock, a -inhuman- cock spreading her cheeks through her skirt was quickly there to take it's place.
She even felt the slippery sensation of pre-joy slipping out and rolling in droplets down the back, leaving a murky salacious stain, to the point she felt a bit dribble onto the middle rear of her dense thigh.
Fuck, oh gods.
The panic was driving her brain to drag-racing speeds, trying to think of how to get herself out of this situation since it was clear physically she had no chance.
"W-Well, Wyatt, uh, I'm Lily, nice to meet you, now that we've met I think you can quit this prank and just let me– Ah!~" A sensual moan intruded on her rather ridiculous attempt at trying to force reality to bend to her own sense of denial when that other hand firmly yet almost delicately played against the snow stalks of her thighs, gliding between them, but, even as she locked them closed, trying to gate off her pelvic garden from entry, the pads of two digits eventually tickled their way through to her treasure-quim, her closed legs really just making a small gorge of softness for him to fondle through.
And, mortifyingly, what awaited his wolfish tips was a -wet- bundle of folds.
Of course, she just had to be the sort of woman whose honeypot leaked in both fear -and- arousal.
Her form of plentiful bends naturally reacting to the grind of something girthy over her rump, so as he pushed and pulled over the length of her pussy, the satin of her panties was soggy and clinging to her petals, along him to feel the exact shape of her tulip nethers.
Unknowingly being his 'imprinted mate', the smell of literal honey was heavy and wafting up from her groin, searching out Wyatt's nose like the aroma of cookies towards a cartoon character.
Lightening zipped up to the synapses in her brain as she tried to resist the fact that pleasure had struck her. Biting down on her tongue to suppress her moan.
Oh god, this couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening!
He confirmed what she had already begun to gathered, though the last few moments she had heavily pretended just couldn't be true, his voice like rolling thunder that made her cherry hair feel like it was fluffing up like a scared cat.
A helpless quarry in the primitive hunter's net.
A werewolf.
A fucking werewolf.
(...poor choice of words...)
The bottom of her now pervertedly soiled skirt rolled over the top of her tush, and the two vanilla buns were exposed with nothing but a small strip of ebon panties inbetween his hotrod and her 'entrance and exit', or, what she -hoped- would stay an 'exit'.
Lily went full fright, and instead of trying to push backwards, or side to side, she made a last ditch attempt.
She tried to crawl upwards.
As in, over the car.
Her feet scrapped against the driver's side door and her fingers clawed into the top of the vehicle while she tried to scramble away like a bunny out of a den that was on fire.
She was barely able to lift herself, in fact, as though doom were a malevolent god working against her, she only managed to hop enough to let his member sliiide down those milky cheeks, being hugged at either side, stroked by her ass really, before the prong of that meaty root nudged down, naturally, against the drenched spot of her underwear, her little flowerbud, her engorged-against-her-will clit throbbing into his fingers, for as though her limbs were in clear protest to the goings on, the bead of her pure bliss was...already rather fond of these turn of events.
Her pussy a betrayer of her mind and body.
And the stuned outrage was quickly making way for full out panic. Brilliant viridian eyes bulging and looking owl-like due to her glasses as she felt that mitt of a hand slithering it's way upwards...and she knew exactly where it would be headed.
She attempted to shift herself side to side at the waist to stay out of reach, her breasts pushing into the car like sponges at a car wash, but of course it didn't stop those same giant fingers from kneading upwards, muscling between steel and cushion until those digits were lifting the weighty squishy tit into it's clutch.
His hand was huge, but still not -quite- big enough to envelope her entire breast. The doughy flesh spilled between his fingers, as though bread being kneaded before baking, the springy orb molding right back into place whenever his fingers moved to a new spot.
The sensation causing her hidden nipple to become stimulated, the nub pushing forward through her bra, creating a small point from beneath her top.
His gravelly voice had her maroon brow furrow.
So the beast's name was...Wyatt?
Gods, that didn't sound eldritch horror enough for the moniker of what was currently acousting her.
Though that thought didn't stay in the forefront of her mind long because the distinct feeling of a cock, a -inhuman- cock spreading her cheeks through her skirt was quickly there to take it's place.
She even felt the slippery sensation of pre-joy slipping out and rolling in droplets down the back, leaving a murky salacious stain, to the point she felt a bit dribble onto the middle rear of her dense thigh.
Fuck, oh gods.
The panic was driving her brain to drag-racing speeds, trying to think of how to get herself out of this situation since it was clear physically she had no chance.
"W-Well, Wyatt, uh, I'm Lily, nice to meet you, now that we've met I think you can quit this prank and just let me– Ah!~" A sensual moan intruded on her rather ridiculous attempt at trying to force reality to bend to her own sense of denial when that other hand firmly yet almost delicately played against the snow stalks of her thighs, gliding between them, but, even as she locked them closed, trying to gate off her pelvic garden from entry, the pads of two digits eventually tickled their way through to her treasure-quim, her closed legs really just making a small gorge of softness for him to fondle through.
And, mortifyingly, what awaited his wolfish tips was a -wet- bundle of folds.
Of course, she just had to be the sort of woman whose honeypot leaked in both fear -and- arousal.
Her form of plentiful bends naturally reacting to the grind of something girthy over her rump, so as he pushed and pulled over the length of her pussy, the satin of her panties was soggy and clinging to her petals, along him to feel the exact shape of her tulip nethers.
Unknowingly being his 'imprinted mate', the smell of literal honey was heavy and wafting up from her groin, searching out Wyatt's nose like the aroma of cookies towards a cartoon character.
Lightening zipped up to the synapses in her brain as she tried to resist the fact that pleasure had struck her. Biting down on her tongue to suppress her moan.
Oh god, this couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening!
He confirmed what she had already begun to gathered, though the last few moments she had heavily pretended just couldn't be true, his voice like rolling thunder that made her cherry hair feel like it was fluffing up like a scared cat.
A helpless quarry in the primitive hunter's net.
A werewolf.
A fucking werewolf.
(...poor choice of words...)
The bottom of her now pervertedly soiled skirt rolled over the top of her tush, and the two vanilla buns were exposed with nothing but a small strip of ebon panties inbetween his hotrod and her 'entrance and exit', or, what she -hoped- would stay an 'exit'.
Lily went full fright, and instead of trying to push backwards, or side to side, she made a last ditch attempt.
She tried to crawl upwards.
As in, over the car.
Her feet scrapped against the driver's side door and her fingers clawed into the top of the vehicle while she tried to scramble away like a bunny out of a den that was on fire.
She was barely able to lift herself, in fact, as though doom were a malevolent god working against her, she only managed to hop enough to let his member sliiide down those milky cheeks, being hugged at either side, stroked by her ass really, before the prong of that meaty root nudged down, naturally, against the drenched spot of her underwear, her little flowerbud, her engorged-against-her-will clit throbbing into his fingers, for as though her limbs were in clear protest to the goings on, the bead of her pure bliss was...already rather fond of these turn of events.
Her pussy a betrayer of her mind and body.
Fay was touched when just before she was treated to her own meal, Olvith went out of his way to get a cushion beneath her knees, flashing him a brief and almost wholesome smile of appreciation, though, then she was off to her impassioned duty.
Once she began, the bit of praise that erupted from his slowly uneven breath sent a nice line of goosebumps down her spine, feeling his strong body looming over hers as he allowed her free rein
She breathed through her nose, to aid in getting used to how tight he fit into her. Fay stilled her drumming heart beneath her heaving blessed chest, breathing harshly as she knew she would need all the air in her lungs she could muster at this point.
The satin skinned woman with her long river of hair breathed deeply through her nostrils, and then she pushed her head forward. With a loud 'sluuurp' she stuffed him half way into her mouth, her saliva beginning to leak from between her constricting lips and his burning cock. Her shoulders jerked and her gag reflex flared briefly, her eyes closed tight as she resisted the urge, focusing.
It was ok, she knew what to do, she hadn't had the best line of partners from her past, but she did think herself at least skilled when it came to pleasing, always the considerate lover. She drew her head back after only pulling him in half way, knowing she needed to allow herself to get just a little more used to Olvith's engorged prick. She used the full capacity of her lungs, pulling on the barely loose skin as she dragged her lips over the circumference of his dick, the friction pulling at him. The pressure was so strong that when she finally pulled off of him again, a loud and quick 'POP' resonated in the air around her.
Fay gasped and then huffed, her pillowy breasts the size of round melons shaking and shuddering, her crimson face so hot she knew there -had- to be smoke rising from her flesh and spit had collected at either side of her lips, in fact, a small power-line of saliva was hanging onto her lips on one side while the other connected to the very tip of his thick schlong.
Though as soon as her mouth parted from his manhood her right hand suddenly stroked upward, her wrist twisting so as to disperse the caress around the whole perimeter of his length, and her left hand let go of his wonderfully strong side in order to dip down, and it found his testicles again, taking them both in her smooth palm, fingers pressing down onto them, massaging the orbs until she gave them a careful but firm squeeze, making sure he remained attended to as she panted and caught her breath.
Her hand gave his head two deeeeep pumps, other palm still rubbing his jewels, and she knew it was time, big breath, aaaaand
Her mouth opened wide, tongue lolling out to make extra room, and once more his cock was being forced into her narrow soft lips, her mouth muscle swiping left and right as to give extra friction to the underside of his delectable stick. She slipped down his girth, her hand stroking down right below her suckling mouth, dispersing her drool that dribbled downward all along his erection, the way his salty taste hit her causing more and more spit to accumulate to help lube his manhood.
Fay made it half way, her left hand continuing to rub his balls, a constant caress, but she moved her right hand up to his stomach, completely out of her way, shivering briefly when she felt the stone formation of his torso, and then, she dove down on him.
His head struck the back of her sopping velvet throat, being trapped so tightly in her inner neck muscles it was like she was strangling this thick muscle of his. Her eyes teared up from the pressure...the...the lovely pressure. The maiden had bobbed down on him so deeply that her nose was softly pressed against his stomach, not an inch of his dick left visible to the open air, all of it now housed snugly within her mouth and throat as tears rolled down her eyes, tears that were oddly...comfortable, it being from the pressure alone and no sense of turmoil, in fact the little streaks of wettness were almost soothing to her fired up cheeks. The spit that was seeping from her trailed down to his nuts, dripping of them.
Fay felt herself begin to gag, but instead of allowing herself to pull away, she kept herself in place, and she gurgled upon his manhood. Each spasm of her stuffed throat clenched around the hulking one's rod, clamping down on him harshly and a, 'Gluck Gluck Gluck' sound rumbled from her throat and around his cock, echoing against him.
With her other hand having nothing to do, she pulled it down and joined her already diligently working fingers, using both to squeeze and hold and massage his testicles like they were wonderful playthings meant for her rubbing enjoyment.
Once she began, the bit of praise that erupted from his slowly uneven breath sent a nice line of goosebumps down her spine, feeling his strong body looming over hers as he allowed her free rein
She breathed through her nose, to aid in getting used to how tight he fit into her. Fay stilled her drumming heart beneath her heaving blessed chest, breathing harshly as she knew she would need all the air in her lungs she could muster at this point.
The satin skinned woman with her long river of hair breathed deeply through her nostrils, and then she pushed her head forward. With a loud 'sluuurp' she stuffed him half way into her mouth, her saliva beginning to leak from between her constricting lips and his burning cock. Her shoulders jerked and her gag reflex flared briefly, her eyes closed tight as she resisted the urge, focusing.
It was ok, she knew what to do, she hadn't had the best line of partners from her past, but she did think herself at least skilled when it came to pleasing, always the considerate lover. She drew her head back after only pulling him in half way, knowing she needed to allow herself to get just a little more used to Olvith's engorged prick. She used the full capacity of her lungs, pulling on the barely loose skin as she dragged her lips over the circumference of his dick, the friction pulling at him. The pressure was so strong that when she finally pulled off of him again, a loud and quick 'POP' resonated in the air around her.
Fay gasped and then huffed, her pillowy breasts the size of round melons shaking and shuddering, her crimson face so hot she knew there -had- to be smoke rising from her flesh and spit had collected at either side of her lips, in fact, a small power-line of saliva was hanging onto her lips on one side while the other connected to the very tip of his thick schlong.
Though as soon as her mouth parted from his manhood her right hand suddenly stroked upward, her wrist twisting so as to disperse the caress around the whole perimeter of his length, and her left hand let go of his wonderfully strong side in order to dip down, and it found his testicles again, taking them both in her smooth palm, fingers pressing down onto them, massaging the orbs until she gave them a careful but firm squeeze, making sure he remained attended to as she panted and caught her breath.
Her hand gave his head two deeeeep pumps, other palm still rubbing his jewels, and she knew it was time, big breath, aaaaand
Her mouth opened wide, tongue lolling out to make extra room, and once more his cock was being forced into her narrow soft lips, her mouth muscle swiping left and right as to give extra friction to the underside of his delectable stick. She slipped down his girth, her hand stroking down right below her suckling mouth, dispersing her drool that dribbled downward all along his erection, the way his salty taste hit her causing more and more spit to accumulate to help lube his manhood.
Fay made it half way, her left hand continuing to rub his balls, a constant caress, but she moved her right hand up to his stomach, completely out of her way, shivering briefly when she felt the stone formation of his torso, and then, she dove down on him.
His head struck the back of her sopping velvet throat, being trapped so tightly in her inner neck muscles it was like she was strangling this thick muscle of his. Her eyes teared up from the pressure...the...the lovely pressure. The maiden had bobbed down on him so deeply that her nose was softly pressed against his stomach, not an inch of his dick left visible to the open air, all of it now housed snugly within her mouth and throat as tears rolled down her eyes, tears that were oddly...comfortable, it being from the pressure alone and no sense of turmoil, in fact the little streaks of wettness were almost soothing to her fired up cheeks. The spit that was seeping from her trailed down to his nuts, dripping of them.
Fay felt herself begin to gag, but instead of allowing herself to pull away, she kept herself in place, and she gurgled upon his manhood. Each spasm of her stuffed throat clenched around the hulking one's rod, clamping down on him harshly and a, 'Gluck Gluck Gluck' sound rumbled from her throat and around his cock, echoing against him.
With her other hand having nothing to do, she pulled it down and joined her already diligently working fingers, using both to squeeze and hold and massage his testicles like they were wonderful playthings meant for her rubbing enjoyment.
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