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miss bliss
♡ black barbie ♡
- Joined
- Apr 1, 2022
- Location
- drifting away
welcome to my little slice of paradise.
you can call me bliss.
introduction
lemme tell you a little bit about myself
i'm twenty-five years old.
my pronouns are she/her and i'm a certified pansexual disaster. ♥
prospective law student & temporary JHS/ES teacher ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭)
speaking of which, i live in japan for now, so keep in mind the time zone if you're the kinda person to worry about that!
i've been roleplaying for almost 10 years now, which is kinda wild.
my favorite genres to write are fantasy and slice of life.
lastly, i'm a total nerd. anime/manga, gaming, harry potter. all my jams. i love to talk nerd shit, so feel free to chat me up if you're similarly inclined. ♥
basics of play
i'm a multi-para kinda girl; but i tailor my range to match my partner's for the most part.
speaking of range: my replies range anywhere from 300-3000+ words. so i'd prefer a partner who's at least comfortable in the lower end of that range!
we both have lives, so I'd appreciate it if you gave me a week before you sent me a reminder!
i'm a dom-leaning switch. playing brats is my passion~.
i'm comfortable playing as and against characters of all genders and presentations.
i prefer to roleplay in pms, but i'll consider threads! discord's a no go for me because of the character limit.
if you choose to hit me up, i'd generally prefer you come ready to talk about what you're lookin' for! your first message doesn't have to be novel...
however it absolutely does have to be more engaging than ' wanna rp?' if you expect an enthusiastic response.
i tend to prefer drawn/animated references if we use them at all! the idea of snagging random people's images and using them has always been a little off putting to me.
you can find my f-list here, but as a rule i'm pretty fluid with my kinks. none of them have to be included for me to enjoy a roleplay.
my partner's comfort comes first and i'd prefer to roleplay with people who share that philosophy. ♥
if there's something you're super craving to play, i'm always open to double up--meaning we have two roleplays, each tailored to our cravings. it's a win-win for everyone involved that way. ♥
hint: that's often how fandom x oc plays go with me!
keep in mind that for fandom roleplays, any characters under 18 will be aged up and portrayed as 18, at the bare minimum.
lemme tell you a little bit about myself
i'm twenty-five years old.
my pronouns are she/her and i'm a certified pansexual disaster. ♥
prospective law student & temporary JHS/ES teacher ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭)
speaking of which, i live in japan for now, so keep in mind the time zone if you're the kinda person to worry about that!
i've been roleplaying for almost 10 years now, which is kinda wild.
my favorite genres to write are fantasy and slice of life.
lastly, i'm a total nerd. anime/manga, gaming, harry potter. all my jams. i love to talk nerd shit, so feel free to chat me up if you're similarly inclined. ♥
basics of play
i'm a multi-para kinda girl; but i tailor my range to match my partner's for the most part.
speaking of range: my replies range anywhere from 300-3000+ words. so i'd prefer a partner who's at least comfortable in the lower end of that range!
we both have lives, so I'd appreciate it if you gave me a week before you sent me a reminder!
i'm a dom-leaning switch. playing brats is my passion~.
i'm comfortable playing as and against characters of all genders and presentations.
i prefer to roleplay in pms, but i'll consider threads! discord's a no go for me because of the character limit.
if you choose to hit me up, i'd generally prefer you come ready to talk about what you're lookin' for! your first message doesn't have to be novel...
however it absolutely does have to be more engaging than ' wanna rp?' if you expect an enthusiastic response.
i tend to prefer drawn/animated references if we use them at all! the idea of snagging random people's images and using them has always been a little off putting to me.
you can find my f-list here, but as a rule i'm pretty fluid with my kinks. none of them have to be included for me to enjoy a roleplay.
my partner's comfort comes first and i'd prefer to roleplay with people who share that philosophy. ♥
if there's something you're super craving to play, i'm always open to double up--meaning we have two roleplays, each tailored to our cravings. it's a win-win for everyone involved that way. ♥
hint: that's often how fandom x oc plays go with me!
keep in mind that for fandom roleplays, any characters under 18 will be aged up and portrayed as 18, at the bare minimum.
♥ disclaimers ♥
i'm absolutely capable of writing with proper capitalization and do so in roleplay!the lowercase is an aesthetic thing that i do ooc, so no worries. ♥
speaking of which! writing samples! can't believe it took me this long to add one, but feel free to take a peek.
"Do you just wake up one day and decide that whatever promises you kept before are just some inconvenient bullshit?"
"Sometimes." The lackadaisical shrug that followed his vitriolic response was all the more infuriating by the fact that it was relayed without a modicum of shame. The agitated roll of her rubescent eyes at his 'Fuck You' was the extent of her apparent distress.
Wasn't it natural to change your mind if things didn't go your way? Trixie was less attached to her promises than she was to her whims, as she presumed any reasonable person would be. Besides, by her estimation, she'd given him plenty of time.
"Do you know why I don't know? Because you chased her away when I was measuring her."
"Oh, get over it." Trixie groaned, arms crossed beneath the swell of her bust. She had already suffered her fair share of scolding for that! It wasn't like she could do anything to fix it now that the damage had been done. "Men who hold grudges are, like, totally unattractive, y'know? Sometimes you just have to let bygones be bygones."
It was far easier for her to pop off at the mouth with the insurance of an escape route behind her. In the space of a breath, she could be halfway down the hall. That very thought emboldened her enough that she didn't immediately take advantage of it.
It certainly wasn't the fact that she enjoyed the proximity, even if it came at the cost of his ire. Of course not! No way... Only a truly callous woman would bask in attention no matter how it was attained.
However, the fact remained that this was the only way she'd succeeded at drawing his gaze since he started working again.
"Don't babe me, honey." Trixie's tongue pushed between plush lips after her childish mimicry of his vexation, but at least that meant she was listening. It wasn't as if she wanted him to go without. The assumption was insulting--after all, she had left him to his own devices for long enough that he'd made significant progress, no? Obviously, she was trying.
Tae could see her own grasp on her temper begin to loosen as he prattled on; but just as her chest swelled with a deep breath, as words that would undoubtedly get a rise out of him danced on her tongue, she was stricken silent.
"I was almost done, you know? I was gonna ask you out on a date right after too."
"I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm, like, an infernal undead horror whose soul is tied to this house." There was an unsettling contrast between her almost prideful description of her current form and the subtle upward lilt of her valley girl accent. It was utterly lacking in the self-deprecating manner one might expect; not every lost soul had what it took to become a demon, after all. Trixie had long learned to take her victories where she could find them. "I can't really do dates anymore."
With his attention locked on assessing the structural integrity of his work, it would be all too easy to miss that the silky tones of her voice sounded...closer. Manicured fingers pressed against the cool hardwood floors as the demoness leaned forward, forcing most of her body weight onto her arms in her kneeling position. Unbeknownst to Beatrix, those vestigial wings of hers fluttered in an adorable display of girlish delight as her eyes darted between the young man and his work.
The distinct lack of further chastisement was all the proof that she needed that the consequences of her little fit were minimal at worst; which, of course, only emboldened her to push on uncowed by shame.
"Though, I'm not opposed to hearing what you have in mind..." Without so much as an apology, that blustery air of hers vanished in an instant. The mercurial nature of her temper was astounding. It was absurd to think that the woman who'd so haphazardly tossed his work about was the same as the one who now sat just to the right of his chair; having serenely closed the foot or two distance between herself and his desk on her knees.
Yet, there she sat--doe-eyed and deceptively docile.
"We did all that sultry stuff in bed but we haven't been kissing, holding hands, hugging... even I'm at my limit at this point, you know?!"
"Ugh, and don't describe it like that, either. You're making it sound like I've been neglecting you. It's not like I don't want to do all that. I was trying to be patient, honestly. It's just been taking you so long." Trixie's words shifted into an exasperated groan as she pulled her knees up to her chest in her newly seated position. One thing was clear: she really did believe that she tried her best...once that proved to not be enough, she defaulted to more drastic measures.
It appeared her logical reasoning skills were no more complex than that of a spoiled cat. From her presumption that hovering around him was a suitable indication of her desire for attention, all the way to her--mildly concerning-- proclivity to wreak havoc on anything that got in the way; even the way she rested her head against his thigh once he returned back to his chair was decidedly feline.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? It's been so long since anyone's given me any attention that I got a little greedy. I know I shouldn't have messed with one of your dresses. I won't do it again, so don't be too mad at me." Even she could do a little self-reflection. There were plenty of ways she could go about getting his attention. Fucking up his designs was one of the more effective ones, but she learned quickly that it didn't get the sort of attention she wanted anyway. Better to spare them both the trouble by going about it in other ways in the future.
You know, I really tried...
"Hm...?" Eulalia's head inclined just slightly towards him, ensuring he had her attention despite her refusal to face him. By the time Aurelle strode into her room, she had thankfully worked through the shame of a few minutes prior. Though...it was only alongside the clad to her after that she realized she'd ruined the moment. She was so preoccupied with not appearing like some needy degenerate (which by all rights, she was) that she had entirely snuffed out the flames between them.
Her chin was propped up on the slender arms folded beneath her head; the perfect position to return the kiss he gave her with a satisfied hum of delight. Maybe if she played her cards right she could--
"Oh." Once. Then twice. Slow blinks of sapphire eyes did nothing to erase the existence of the member before her throbbing in need. Then this whole time...
You did this to me, darling. Do I need to elaborate any further?
Plush thighs pressed together at the husky tone underlying each word her spoke, a single hand raising to grasped at the arm latched around her throat. Each kiss of his lips against her neck or heated grind of his dick against her as was met with a desperate shake of her hips. Pressing those together in the hopes of providing any friction to the needy bundle of nerves at the apex of her core. Just as the princess had never been overcome by feelings for another man, so too had she never indulged in these...baser urges. She had been tempted, of course; more and more so since Aurelle arrived. Yet, it was only now that the chased that alluring sensation with clumsy fervor indicative of her inexperience.
"Nnnn~...no more running. I'll be really good~." Eulalia purred, desire undercutting her words with a needy whine. Each of his ministrations was met with an all-too adorable reaction. A soft ah! hitch of her breath, or a whisper of his name. Or, perhaps most enticing of all, a bit more enthusiasm out into the movement of her hips. The rounded cheeks of her rear served as the perfect resting place for his aching need. Caving just slightly to the rigidity of his cock, allowing it to nestle deeper betwixt them as eager hips rocked forwards and back. She was hardly the only one getting a taste of much needed friction...until her lover's whims led to her being flipped over.
"Mwah!...hm...chu~." Pulling away from Eula proved to be quite a task. She could spend all day exchanges kisses with her beloved and it still would not be quite enough to satiate the greedy dragoness. Yet, with proper prodding she allowed him to trail those sweet affections all the way down until he explained:
The more wet a woman is, the more she can enjoy the act... so you will not mind if I make you soaked for me, do you?
"I...d-don't think that's n-necessary..." Playing coy, again? Was that sweet cooing about compliance nothing more than an empty promise, meant to leave him wallowing in unsatisfied desires? The lone hand that slid between her thighs hardly managed to obscure what she hoped to conceal behind slender fingers. Get her soaked? Eula was dripping with need. Translucent strands of her honey clung to stained his hand from where he held her thigh to keep it parted from its tein. The poor thing was so pent up that her legs trembled at his breath brushing against her pussy. There was hardly any need to further arouse her.
Yet, her lover's soft lips still dipped between the (incredibly poor excuse for a) barrier to kiss against her clit; and that alone had her throwing her head back in ecstasy that knocked any sense of modesty to the back of her mind. Just how pent up was she? No matter how light the lick, her teasing the caress, it seemed that there was always an abundance of her arousal to greet the greedy laps of his tongue. The firm placement of his hand upon her thigh was a stroke of genius, as expected. For his lover squirmed in delight with each lascivious motion.
"Maybe--w...haah~...fuck!" 'Maybe we should slow down'. Instead of uttering a plea for mercy, Aurelle was instead met with vulgarity that he might not have thought his fiance capable of saying. To think that prim, proper princess that had left so many hearts broken with her affected cordiality would crumble beneath only a minute or two worth of her lover's attention. Bubblegum locks mussed from writhing against her pillow...dusky nipple hardened against the palm of his groping hand...a face flushed, as tears pooled in the corners of azure eyes from the sheer intensity of the pleasure he provided her.
No one had ever seen Eulalia in such a state of disarray. And no one other than Aurelle ever would.
It hardly took long for the princess' tension to hit its climax. Despite his inexperience, it seemed even in this her lover was uniquely skilled at pushing all the right buttons. That, or his hopelessly repressed fiancee was just a stick of dynamite awaiting the chance to blow.
"A-aurelle--MMMPH!!" In a half-assed attempt to muffle the sounds of her hitting her peak, the back of her hand pressed against her lips. The other, meanwhile, only succeeded in further missing his hair as dainty fingers tangled into brown locks. On instinct her thighs clamped around his face, squishing his cheeks with the Southern curves that he so adored to prolong her orgasm. The depraved princess was just about humping his tongue in lust-fueled haze until the muscles in her legs gave out some ten seconds later. Aurelle's face was thoroughly stained with the evidence of his oral prowess.
She had certainly made a mess.
"Ah...you're a terrible influence." Fingers dropped down to from his walnut curls, instead pressing her fingertips against the underside of his chin--tilting it upwards so she could look him over. Was...it wrong to find him more handsome, now, than she had dressed in his evening best? Maybe she really was some kind of degenerate...but in this moment, there were more important matters to tend to. Her tongue dipped past her lips as she leaned down, sweetly lapping her honey off his cheek in a more intimate mirroring of that moment from their first little 'date'.
Only this time, Eulalia did not shy away from crossing that line, pressing her lips against his in a heated kiss. Her tongue eagerly dipped past his lips to slide against his, relishing in the taste of herself that clung to every corner. It was only when her lungs began to ache that she was forced to pull away rather than choosing too. Even then, rather than part from him entirely, she nuzzled her nose against his as the warmth of her panting brushed against his lips. Only when she had captured her breath once more, the princess pressed a sweet peck to his lips.
"May I return the favor, darling?" May I, she had asked, but either it was a rhetorical question or she was far too impatient to await his response. Within the next moment she was upon him, taking advantage of the moment and flipping their positions around--such that she was the one with her face nestled between his firmer, milky thighs. What spoiled princess ever presumed they would be told no, anyway? If they had already done this much then...was there any reason to maintain her 'dignity'? All it had done thus far was keep her from what she wanted.
Her pert tongue dipped past plush lips, its tip hovering just above the swollen tip of her lover's cock to allow a thin strand of saliva to drip down for a couple seconds. That, coupled with the precum that had dripped down would serve as the perfect lubrication as Eulalia set about properly worshipping her beloved. Her smaller hand gripped the base of his member, sliding up towards the tip in a deliberate, fluid motion. Rather than rushed, her pace was nice and steady: never leaning into a more feverish pace for one simple reason that she let slip promptly.
"Do be careful. Cumming in my mouth would be a waste, don't you agree, darling? There's only one place fit for your seed~. ♥" As much as she wanted him to finish there was nothing she wanted more than for him to do so inside her...other than to taste him, at his very moment. Eula's tongue slid along his balls as her hand continued to pump along his shaft, guiding one partially past her lips so she could offer some light suction. A delighted hum sent a vibration along his member before she withdrew with a soft pop! before offering the same affections to the other. It was painfully clear that it was not a sense of obligation or even reciprocation that guided her, but rather a single minded desire to indulge in her lover as much as possible.
Oh, she was enjoying this all right. Perhaps a bit too much.
"Mnn...usually I prefer sweets, but Northern delicacies really are something~." What a little tease! Though Eulalia peppered his rigid length with sweet kisses....first his base...another to underside of his tip...then taking the time to press the lip of her tongue against a particularly powerful vein and drag it along its length--she patently refused to offer him the satisfaction of slotting his dick into the moist cavern of her throat. Was she still shy? It hardly seemed so, from the way she was working him over....lapping up any wayward bead of pre that bubbled from the top of his member like a cum-drunk succubus.
No, the answer was far simpler than that. She was an inexperienced princess, yes, but more importantly a spoiled one. Her high-minded talk about returning the favor was just a pretense for doing something she had wanted to do for so long--fulfill one of the little fantasies that she had buried deep down and get a taste of her beloved. Properly taking him down her throat seemed difficult...and she was having plenty of fun like this. No matter how much the cheeky kisses and licks might be driving her lover crazy.
as a black woman who writes characters of all races, raceplay sus. absolutely do not hit me up and expect me to write that with you, pretty please.
i'm entirely uninterested in playing with major age gaps. older men usually just don't do it for me.
this where i'll put anything that's particularly piquing my interest of late!
loving losers. fiending for some dorks at the moment!
yandere/obsessive romance. it's as twisted as it is romantic!
switches. i'm looking for that fun kind of flexibility!
androgyny has always been a particular interest of mine! femboys and tomboys are my biggest weaknesses. ♥
wlw content. gimme gimme. i can never have enough of that gay shit.
vampires. can you tell i saw sinners recently?
fluff is on the brain. let's put the blame on my existential dread.
pretty boys. how pretty, you ask? the prettier the better.
yandere/obsessive romance. it's as twisted as it is romantic!
switches. i'm looking for that fun kind of flexibility!
androgyny has always been a particular interest of mine! femboys and tomboys are my biggest weaknesses. ♥
wlw content. gimme gimme. i can never have enough of that gay shit.
vampires. can you tell i saw sinners recently?
fluff is on the brain. let's put the blame on my existential dread.
pretty boys. how pretty, you ask? the prettier the better.
loving losers
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[incel (femcel) x e-girl, opposites attract, touch-starved x overly affectionate, fluff or toxic romance]
An invader. How else do you describe a person who so brazen wanders into enemy territory? [Muse A] never expected to find the sanctity of their haven compromised by one of the sluts they had come to despise. Whether she rocked up to the local convention in some skimpy ensemble that made a mockery of their favorite character, or brought too much glitz to the game center while hunting for pokemon cards (only the cute ones, obviously), [Muse B]'s appearance has been nothing short of torture.
The fact that she's a total fucking babe just makes it worse! What use is S-tier eye-candy if it only reminds them that all their advances on women only end in tragedy? [Muse A] has tried it all. Groveling at their feet, talking down to them, faking that hyper masculine bravado that people swore drove women crazy: only to be met with mockery, and worse, rejection at every turn. Eventually, there comes a time when one has to accept their fate. They were destined to be alone. Even if they could never have the feminine affection they craved, at least they could still find joy from throwing themselves into their hobby of choice.
At least, they could before [Muse B] started strutting through their usual haunts dressed like the whores they'd always lusted over. Didn't girls like her have enough? Now she wanted make their last bastion of refuge from the harsh realities of the outside world her new stomping ground. Such an affront to loser-kind simply could not be allowed to stand! After bumping into her for the umpteenth time over the past month, [Muse A] finally resolves to give [Muse B] a piece of their mind. Perhaps they even get a bit handsy while chewing her out in the hopes of really scaring her off. (Certainly not just in a cheap attempt to capitalize on a once in a lifetime opportunity to cop a feel! 'Course not.)
Oddly, they find that it's neither anger nor fear that [Muse B] greets them with in the aftermath of their pathetic outburst. Instead of scurrying off, she leans forward to whisper something that sets them on the course to a whirlwind romance.
"You're even cute when you get mad~."
tldr:
affection-starved loser bags a total baddie!!
that's it, that's the tweet.
lmfao, but in case it wasn't obvious, my infamous love for socially inept losers is back in force. [Muse A] lucks out and lands a girl whose got a similar preference! this is pretty much the only storyline i have where there's a character i undoubtedly wanna play--so i'd appreciate it if you'd leave [Muse B] in my capable hands~. now, what drives her is something we can workshop. is she frequenting [Muse A]'s haunts because she's genuinely interested in the same things, or was she on the hunt for dweeb dick/poindexter pussy? is their relationship a wholesome, or is there an undercurrent of possessiveness from either side?
this could also alternatively be played with [Muse B] running through a roster of nerds instead. not really a harem, (though the idea of a few nerds sharing their communal girlfriend is kinda fun!).
more of her spotting a new nerd and wanting to add them to her list of conquests, rather than getting caught up on one. there's so many losers and so little time~.
affection-starved loser bags a total baddie!!
that's it, that's the tweet.
lmfao, but in case it wasn't obvious, my infamous love for socially inept losers is back in force. [Muse A] lucks out and lands a girl whose got a similar preference! this is pretty much the only storyline i have where there's a character i undoubtedly wanna play--so i'd appreciate it if you'd leave [Muse B] in my capable hands~. now, what drives her is something we can workshop. is she frequenting [Muse A]'s haunts because she's genuinely interested in the same things, or was she on the hunt for dweeb dick/poindexter pussy? is their relationship a wholesome, or is there an undercurrent of possessiveness from either side?
this could also alternatively be played with [Muse B] running through a roster of nerds instead. not really a harem, (though the idea of a few nerds sharing their communal girlfriend is kinda fun!).
more of her spotting a new nerd and wanting to add them to her list of conquests, rather than getting caught up on one. there's so many losers and so little time~.
equivalent exchange
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[succubus x summoner, modern fantasy, slice of life, comedy]
Romance can be a complicated thing. Particularly, for those lacking in experience. [Muse A] happens to be a prime example. Whether they lack the social skills necessary to attract a partner, have been so consumed by their pursuit of success that they never got meaningful relationship experience, or has lived beneath the heel of any number of other unfortunate circumstances, one truth reigns supreme: as much as they long for companionship, they lack the experience necessary to pursue it successfully. Even if they have managed to make a few friends, that can't ever quite fulfill the yearning they have for companionship--sexual and romantic.
The occult had always fascinated them: collecting all manner of rare 'arcane' trinkets had become a hobby of theirs long ago. These days their collection served as little more than decoration that added some depth to the otherwise mundane walls of their apartment...but lonely, drunken nights lead to poor decisions. How could they ever predict that a stint of drunken boredom would manifest in a genuine hellborn succubus manifesting in their home? It would have been a dream come true: had she not promptly brought them back to reality.
Any succubus dealing in mere mana was selling herself short! Instead [Muse B] poses a deal that she finds much more mutually beneficial. She would serve as [Muse A]'s 'practice partner', serving as their live-in tutor for all things lovely and lewd. In exchange, she'd feed off both kinds of energy while enjoying a cushy life on the mortal plane. Though, that's not to say she might not try to weasel her way into extras from time to time~. This might be her first official summoning, but that didn't mean she wouldn't milk it for all it's worth!
tldr:
definitely didn't write this one because i found super fucking cute succubus art. 'course not!
i really dig the idea of an inexperienced succubus getting summoned by someone inexperienced and using that as a chance to hone her skills and, out of the kindness of her heart, (definitely not so she can leech off their hard work for longer <3) teach them how to be good partner and help them figure out what girls like.
they inevitably end up falling for each other, and it'll be fun to deal with the eventual drama of her little plan backfiring on her when she inevitably falls harder.
i'm rarely in the mood for something modern and mostly mundane like this so grab your bratty succubi while they're here!
definitely didn't write this one because i found super fucking cute succubus art. 'course not!
i really dig the idea of an inexperienced succubus getting summoned by someone inexperienced and using that as a chance to hone her skills and, out of the kindness of her heart, (definitely not so she can leech off their hard work for longer <3) teach them how to be good partner and help them figure out what girls like.
they inevitably end up falling for each other, and it'll be fun to deal with the eventual drama of her little plan backfiring on her when she inevitably falls harder.
i'm rarely in the mood for something modern and mostly mundane like this so grab your bratty succubi while they're here!
bask in your glow
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[villain x hero, magical girl/boy, yandere, dubcon, campy]
Some villains fight for the thrill. Others, to fulfill some grander purpose; to reforge the world in accordance with the values. At their core, everyone's motives can be boiled down to the most fundamental truth of all: everyone fights for something they love. How else does one find themself lured into the embrace of some morally bankrupt organization hellbent on world domination? Not that [Muse A] is prone to wasting their time pondering such meaningless things. However they were granted their powers, it came with only one condition: thwart the forces of evil at every turn. Their nonchalant attitude towards the motivations of their opponents made them uniquely perfect for their role as defender of all things good.
Unfortunately, that light that shines so bright within them has drawn the attention of [Muse B]. Their number one fan. They buy all the merch, parrot the rhetoric, and--much to our hero(ine)'s agitation, are infamous for popping up at the site of their battles irreverent of the danger for just a glimpse of their beloved in action. [Muse B] is the very definition of a burden. Even those blessed with saintlike patience could only put up with their behavior for so long. In the end, scolding them is for their own good, right?
Everyone fights for something they love. The malevolent entity who doles out its power to undermine their benevolent counterpart, deceptively cute as it may be, knows that better than anyone. The twisted affection the now heartbroken [Muse B] harbors is second in brilliance only to their potential. Now...if only they could get them to focus on destroying the [Muse A] instead of making use of their newfound powers to put their rival into ever more compromising positions. Well, there's nothing wrong with letting them enjoy themself!
[Muse B] takes a special kind of joy in seeing their beloved hero struggle! Hearing their snarky comebacks melt into pleasured whimpers is music to their ears. Can [Muse A] remain steadfast when faced with the salacious scoundrel who makes toying with them their business? Or will the inevitably succumb to the charm of their new nemesis and trade heroism for hedonism?
tldr:
loosely based on gushing over magical girls!
i haven't read it, but i do dig the premise of the main villain actually just wanting a front row seat to their hero doing heroics while lewding them in the process.
i could see [Muse B] quickly discovering their rival's secret identity and romancing them outside of character now that they've got a source of relief for their desires. or, a more corruption based plot where [Muse A] finds they enjoy the more erotic bouts with their new nemesis way more than they should. there's a lot of space for working out dynamics between these two, so we can always chat about it to see what works out best for the story we have in mind. c:
loosely based on gushing over magical girls!
i haven't read it, but i do dig the premise of the main villain actually just wanting a front row seat to their hero doing heroics while lewding them in the process.
i could see [Muse B] quickly discovering their rival's secret identity and romancing them outside of character now that they've got a source of relief for their desires. or, a more corruption based plot where [Muse A] finds they enjoy the more erotic bouts with their new nemesis way more than they should. there's a lot of space for working out dynamics between these two, so we can always chat about it to see what works out best for the story we have in mind. c:
game, mech, match
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[rivals to lovers, soulmates, prince(ss) x pauper, mecha, action]
The Empire of Ilverna is famous amongst every nation for one thing: its complete and utter dominance in the magitek field. It alone holds both the knowledge, and the mana crystal store necessary to fuel the ancient artifacts dubbed the Deus Arma. The twin behemoths had long been studied by the best and brightest of the imperial researchers. Their designs were used to craft the standards issue mech suits that skilled military officers pilot. While no match for proper Deus Arma, the Arma prove helpful at preserving human life while quelling the monstrous scourge that has plagued the land since time immemorial. Since their invention, the casualties of the war on monster-kind have been nearly halved!
Yet, still more lives could be saved if only proper paladins could be selected by the Deus Arma. Legends speak of chosen ones, one soul split in twain divided amongst two vessels worthy of wielding divine power. Soulmates, equal and opposite. One of light and creation, the other of dark and destruction. Only they would be able to cleanse the continent of the beasts that had plagued their ancestors since time immemorial.
Not a single soul had ever stopped to think that, perhaps, getting these two soulmates to work in unison might be easier said than done.
[Muse A], the first born of Ilverna's reigning emperor was born gifted. They were not only of prestigious lineage, but likewise beautiful, and blessed with prodigal intellect. It was a surprise to no one when they awoke after coming of age to the crest of the Deus Arma glittering upon their chest--as if a god themselves had come down to lovingly paint its image upon their skin. Because who in this world could be more deserving of this privilege than they, who are most noble?
[Muse B]'s life was far less charmed. Though their mind was sharper than most, their growth was stunted by their circumstances. Since youth, they had worked tirelessly to help ensure that there was food enough to feed themselves and their family; to ensure a warm roof remained atop their heads. Such is the life of one born without the benefit of a silver spoon. Still, they were adored amongst those around them for their own good traits. An unshakeable determination to succeed. Shocking empathy and selflessness which led them to aid all those that they could without sinking themselves.
What a shock it was to awaken one morning with a sparkling seal inlaid upon their flesh. Perhaps they answered the summons to castle gleefully. That, or they were dragged kicking and screaming. The people had suffered long enough under the oppression of the monsters that made every day a trial.
The paladins of the Deus Arma would unite and fight off the scourge. Even if it was the last thing they did.
tldr;
i've been in a mech mood recently! so here, we have story of two 'chosen ones' who will pilot a pair of inextricably linked mechs for the sake of humanity.
their difference in origin is sort of posed to put them at odds; hence the rivals to lovers. i feel like its only natural that they bump heads at first, especially with all the outside pressure on them to be the 'perfect team' immediately upon meeting. however, the end goal is of course for them to end up embodying that perfect bond. though who's to say they can't have a sportsmanly, frustration fueled romp in the hay on they way there? baby steps, people, baby steps.
noblesse oblige
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[arranged marriage, fantasy, intrigue]
There comes a time in every noble's life when they are called to look beyond themselves and act for sake of country. Whether or not they heed the call of noblesse oblige, without fail it will find its way to their doorstep. Yet, for true nobles, it follows them at every turn.
The Hundred Year War has been one characterized by times of feast and famine. Initially sparked over border disputes, its intensity waxes and wanes in a fashion not unlike the phases of the moon. There might be five full years of peace before the sparks of a conflict in a small border town rages into an inferno once more. Three full generations have known nothing but war for their entire lives. The lands are drenched with decades worth of innocent blood. People on both sides tire of life spent on the alert, ever fearful that their town, their house, their family will be the next casualty of a war with no end in sight.
After Nation A gains a tide-turning victory at an important outpost, their leader does not urge them to journey forth. No, instead the general parlays with the losing side to deliver an offer from the ruler on high. Peace, everlasting, if their enemy agrees to end the war right there. A pact to be sealed in the only way that can never be reversed; by mixing blood. An arranged marriage between one royal child of each nation.
Perhaps the offering kingdom has ulterior motives, and plans to use Muse A as a disposable pawn to see it through. Or maybe some of Muse B's siblings would like to ruin the union that adds legitimacy to their claim to the throne. No matter what intrigue or trials lay in wait for the pair, one thing remains certain; both of them will do anything to see this through. Each has seen the war affect their people, their nation. If something so simple as a marriage and a child or two would be enough to forever halt their subjects suffering, each one would do it without question.
Yet, with some luck, there might be something in this union worth fighting for other than their people.
tldr;
give me an arranged marriage with some unity goddamn it! i want all the frills and thrills of a nice royalty plot without all the prickly icky arguing in between.
there will almost certainly be some forces working against them, but the big point here is that both participants in the arrange marriage want it to work, more than anything. they are willing to work together in at least a professional capacity for the sake of public's perception of their relationship. their marriage is not just a pact, but a symbol. they are literally the only thing keeping each nation from the others throat. they both understand and accept that responsibility, which means they'll both work hard for the sake of their relationship.
totally wouldn't be opposed to them starting a family for long-term plays, that would be cute. <3 i trust no one would make that weird ala site rules, but for extra safety, don't make it weird. no kink stuff involving the birth or rearing of the kids, it's against site rules and even if it wasn't, it would be a hard limit for me anyway. keep it classy, and we'll be a-ok. ^^
give me an arranged marriage with some unity goddamn it! i want all the frills and thrills of a nice royalty plot without all the prickly icky arguing in between.
there will almost certainly be some forces working against them, but the big point here is that both participants in the arrange marriage want it to work, more than anything. they are willing to work together in at least a professional capacity for the sake of public's perception of their relationship. their marriage is not just a pact, but a symbol. they are literally the only thing keeping each nation from the others throat. they both understand and accept that responsibility, which means they'll both work hard for the sake of their relationship.
totally wouldn't be opposed to them starting a family for long-term plays, that would be cute. <3 i trust no one would make that weird ala site rules, but for extra safety, don't make it weird. no kink stuff involving the birth or rearing of the kids, it's against site rules and even if it wasn't, it would be a hard limit for me anyway. keep it classy, and we'll be a-ok. ^^
glitter
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[stalker x victim, obsession/yandere, cyberpunk]
tbd
first blood
[vampire x vampire hunter, cheesy, fantasy or modern ]
Eternal youth permits one plenty of time to amass enough wealth to live in unrivaled opulence. Ethereal beauty allowed one to spend all this time alongside history's most charming socialites. Once these boons are paired with the near faultless invulnerability--well, it made for a package that was far too enticing to pass up. Let it never be said that the gifts allotted to one by this 'curse' were anything other than that. Gifts of incomparable beneficence. What were life's small inconveniences in the face of this splendor? [Muse A] found that even the sporadic attempts that hunters made on their life eventually lost its zest. Unlike most others of their ilk, [Muse A] had enjoyed precious little interference from those self-important interlopers. As a Daywalker, a vampire descended from a long line of pure blooded legacies, they were able to flawlessly intermingle with humans. Even hunters who had dedicated their lives to the craft were likely to overlook them.
So, one could only imagine their surprise when a veritable whelp of a greenhorn managed to catch their scent.
[Muse B] is a monster hunter with...very few accolades to their name. Perhaps they're a scholar who's expertise lies in monster theory rather than hunting? Maybe the concerns surrounding their empathy for human-like monsters has caused them to be largely restricted from active hunting. Or maybe, just maybe, they've simply not had the chance prove their metal. However, they've finally happened upon a find that could cement their place in history.
A Daywalker. Somehow, someway, they've managed to track down a vampire so rare and powerful that there exists only one story of a hunter being able to down one in millenia past. And [Muse B]? They're gonna kill one and become a legend. Someone whose name will go down in the history of hunter's society.
Only, killing [Muse A] is much harder than they'd dreamed. They try, they fail, and they're discovered. Yet, the bloodthirsty monster does not kill them for their hubris. No, [Muse A] finds the blundering attempt on their life...cute?! This greenhorn has managed to stir up some feelings in their heart that they long thought dead. So, [Muse A] conceives of a way to keep this this little hunter at their side. After all, unlike them, the whelp's bark is much worse than their bite.
tldr:
very, very loosely based on first kill. this plot is basically an exceptionally powerful vampire being paired with an inept, inexperienced hunter! whether the vamp is drawn to the hunter based on physical attraction, the taste of their blood, or just finding their personality adorable, they decide that the hunter is both lovable and helpless enough to keep around. the vampire likely requests that the hunter play along with the romantic feelings they have towards them in exchange for you know...not killing them. And of course, keeping them around. What better way for our friend whose so desperate to prove themself to learn their foes weaknesses? Basically, it's keep your enemies close taken to the extreme.
this could be exceptionally cheesy, much more serious, or a mix of both! i'm not really interested in noncon here, but dubcon is an option. i'd be lying if i said i didn't have a bit of a preference for our vampire's charisma being the thing that wears or hunter down though~. at the end of the day, i'm lookin' for a love story. what can i say. i'm a sucker for happy endings!
i really love the idea of this kind of dynamic. sue me.
very, very loosely based on first kill. this plot is basically an exceptionally powerful vampire being paired with an inept, inexperienced hunter! whether the vamp is drawn to the hunter based on physical attraction, the taste of their blood, or just finding their personality adorable, they decide that the hunter is both lovable and helpless enough to keep around. the vampire likely requests that the hunter play along with the romantic feelings they have towards them in exchange for you know...not killing them. And of course, keeping them around. What better way for our friend whose so desperate to prove themself to learn their foes weaknesses? Basically, it's keep your enemies close taken to the extreme.
this could be exceptionally cheesy, much more serious, or a mix of both! i'm not really interested in noncon here, but dubcon is an option. i'd be lying if i said i didn't have a bit of a preference for our vampire's charisma being the thing that wears or hunter down though~. at the end of the day, i'm lookin' for a love story. what can i say. i'm a sucker for happy endings!
i really love the idea of this kind of dynamic. sue me.
first kill fanart credited to @beckyblah_art on twitter!
i wanna see some
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[cam-person x fan, e-thot x discord mod, modern, slice of life]
[Muse A] has learned to appreciate the little things in life. They had to, if they wanted to experience anything resembling happiness in this dour planet we called earth. See, [Muse A] has always suffered from a certain measure of social anxiety. They had a penchant for over-thinking and underperforming when it came to interactions with their peers. They were always the 'brainiac'. Smart enough to be useful, just weird enough to keep at a distance. Between a collection of niche interests and a worrisome lack of social skills, the poor thing never did make any real friends.
Thankfully, all that alone time was perfect for developing their programming skills--which allowed them to land the cushy tech job that they now enjoy. To say it was lucrative would be an understatement; but the money wasn't even the best part. This gig never required them to step foot out of their house. Talk about peace of mind! Though, it did nullify any irl social interaction that they might have otherwise enjoyed...
But who needed the burdens of human contact? Not them! Especially not when [Muse B] was just a click away~.
After graduation, a certain ennui colored the charmed life of [Muse B]. They had spent their life at the tip top of the social hierarchy; but they never were the type to conjure concrete plans for things like 'how to be a productive member of society'. They careened in blissful ignorance along the tantalizing highs of life...only to be left blissfully ignorant of responsibilities that awaited them soon after.
Luckily, life never did let them down. The streaming thing had been a gag, initially. An inside joke between a few close friends, playing up the brain-dead trends that always seemed to sky-rocket viewer counts. [Muse B] never could have imagined that a single night's charade would prove such a profitable endeavor! Play the popular games, show a little bit of skin, feed into the fantasies of the desperate masses--and voila! Their fanbase exploded into something beyond their wildest dreams.
Expanding into sex work was a total no-brainer! If losers were this willing to shell out cash for a crumb of attention, well, [Muse B] just had to see what they'd do for some more exclusive access. There might have been a speedbump or two, but the whole camming thing progressed just as they'd hoped. But as their popularity skyrocketed, so did their desire for more.
Perhaps they meet [Muse A] at a meet & greet meant to keep the sweaties' interest maxed? Or maybe they decide to bite the bullet and host a 'fuck a fan' stream to fuel the flames of her fans obsession, and [Muse A] is the lucky winner? Whatever the case, our social outcast is in for quite the treat~!
tldr:
you ever meet someone who was, so pathetic, it was actually kind of cute? yeah. that's concept is essentially what sparked this entire idea. there's just something about a complete dork with zero social skills that's kind of peak. this is why people tell you never to joke about having kinks, besties. they become real. *cue spooky background music* currently, i'm most interest in playing our e-thot dujour. i just wanna love on a loser. is that so much to ask? as always, i'm open to playing either role for the right partner, though!
this storyline could be either a cute, uplifting tale of love that crosses a social divide or something more dark. i could certainly see some obsessive/yandere themes leaking into this little plot from either half of this pairing. monster that they are, our lovable e-thot could find such twisted joy in their new lover's reliance on them, that they seek to further exacerbate the fears that initially led them to being such a social reject. 'no one in their right mind could put up with someone like you. lucky for you, i find even your worst traits adorable.' gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss shenanigans--all that good jazz.
on the opposite end, we've an utter misfit who's by some odd turn of fate, managed to land their dream partner. just want lengths would they go to in order to ensure that this new love doesn't slip right through their fingers?
you ever meet someone who was, so pathetic, it was actually kind of cute? yeah. that's concept is essentially what sparked this entire idea. there's just something about a complete dork with zero social skills that's kind of peak. this is why people tell you never to joke about having kinks, besties. they become real. *cue spooky background music* currently, i'm most interest in playing our e-thot dujour. i just wanna love on a loser. is that so much to ask? as always, i'm open to playing either role for the right partner, though!
this storyline could be either a cute, uplifting tale of love that crosses a social divide or something more dark. i could certainly see some obsessive/yandere themes leaking into this little plot from either half of this pairing. monster that they are, our lovable e-thot could find such twisted joy in their new lover's reliance on them, that they seek to further exacerbate the fears that initially led them to being such a social reject. 'no one in their right mind could put up with someone like you. lucky for you, i find even your worst traits adorable.' gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss shenanigans--all that good jazz.
on the opposite end, we've an utter misfit who's by some odd turn of fate, managed to land their dream partner. just want lengths would they go to in order to ensure that this new love doesn't slip right through their fingers?
love is blind
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[gorgon x blind person, hurt/comfort, fantasy]
(maybe modern fantasy. sell me on it!)
Gorgons were always destined to live a life confined to solitude. Their mere existence as descendants of Medusa was slight to the Goddess Athena herself--the hereditary nature of the curse reminding them that they were, in no way, welcome on this plane. They still existed, centuries after the enraged Goddess first conjured forth the wicked malediction, through the willful rebellion of their predecessors. Through some mix of trickery, sorcery, and carefully practiced precaution the gorgon line carried on in sparse fashion; their numbers dwindling lower and lower as the sands of time swept forth. (maybe modern fantasy. sell me on it!)
Until the truth surrounding their origin was lost to time...and [Muse A] was all that remained. A stunning vision of beauty with serpentine locks: even a cursory glance at which, would turn any person to stone. The people of a superstitious town nearby worshipped them out of fear: the presence of the gorgon pair that lived in ominous palace carved into the nearby mountain face putting the fear of the gods into humans who'd forgotten of them. When [Muse A]'s sole parent yet lived, the offerings the people left that the mountains foot permitted them to live in comfort without issue. The people took the vanishing gifts as a sign that their gorgon overlords were pleased enough to let them live in peace.
Yet, in the past months those offerings piled in front of the door to that ominous manner. Left unclaimed, they sat to rot. They couldn't know that within [Muse A] mourned the loss of the one person who could ever offer them companionship. That they feared the rest of their existence doomed to the solitude that they knew would come as they watched their beloved caretaker wither with each passing day.
Ignorant of this, the townspeople turned to more drastic measures. Perhaps, as they feared, the time had finally come where mortal comforts would not serve to satiate the scaled beasties appetite. So, they offered up something a bit more...substantial. Is [Muse B] a knight recently blinded in a territorial skirmish against a neighboring territory, who's outlived their usefulness? Or, perhaps they were born this way--and despite their good nature, the town counts them as the most expendable amongst their inhabitants? No matter their origins, neither they nor [Muse A] were expecting for their lives to intertwine in the way they soon would...
tldr:
a little plot bunny of my own making based on the medusa x blind lady ship that i've seen some fanart for occasionally~! just seemed cute as fuck, so i wanted to see if i could get a story going based around it. in case it wasn't obvious, the draw is that being blind would make Muse B immune to the curse that causes anyone to look at a gorgon to turn to stone. who better to fall in love with than the one person you've ever met who you won't immediately kill, amiright?
we can talk specifics about things like which muse we'd prefer to push things in a more intimate direction, and how we want them to adapt to their new life together, all that good jazz! both characters are coming from less than optimal circumstances, but the idea is that they'll find much of the comfort they've lost in each other. i don't do hurt/comfort much, but when i do, i like to do it right, hehe~.
a little plot bunny of my own making based on the medusa x blind lady ship that i've seen some fanart for occasionally~! just seemed cute as fuck, so i wanted to see if i could get a story going based around it. in case it wasn't obvious, the draw is that being blind would make Muse B immune to the curse that causes anyone to look at a gorgon to turn to stone. who better to fall in love with than the one person you've ever met who you won't immediately kill, amiright?
we can talk specifics about things like which muse we'd prefer to push things in a more intimate direction, and how we want them to adapt to their new life together, all that good jazz! both characters are coming from less than optimal circumstances, but the idea is that they'll find much of the comfort they've lost in each other. i don't do hurt/comfort much, but when i do, i like to do it right, hehe~.
perilous play
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[serial killer x victim, punk, halloween vibes, deprogramming ex-cultist]
Fire and brimstone. Cataclysmic destruction. A pure, unadulterated apocalypse. These are the consequences of a failed sacrifice. No one knows this better than the lamb. Their position as the sole child chosen by the higher power worshiped by the cult landed them the lofty title of executioner. Their parents had ensured them that their deeds were not just a necessity but sanctioned by those on high. They were a lamb. A sacrifice, whose body and soul suffered beneath the weight of their duty: and so remained pure, despite all the blood they shed.
This was what [Muse A] had been raised to believe for their entire life. They had been sheltered from modernity. Technology literature written after a certain point, even interactions with those unaffiliated with their adoptive parent's dark brotherhood. All to ensure that they remained the perfect vessel for their task. Despite a frame hardened by long days of farm work, their agility was nigh superhuman. No normal person could contest them in brute strength either.
Though, the training they had endured since their youth was truly merciless, it was a small price to pay for their...no, the world's salvation. Their yearly journey to the city to dispose of a sinner's soul prevented the very seas from boiling off the earth. Sated the volatile solar deity for long enough to ensure she did not scorch all of humanity from this mortal plane. Yes, their suffering was a small price to pay.
The screams of their victims was proof of their guilt, their parents had taught them. Proof that they feared the retribution that was to come.
So....what were they to do when faced with one who didn't scream at the very sight of them?
[Muse B] had always been a person of...adventurous tastes. Living a proper punk/alt life opened your mind to all sorts of fun possibilities that most normies would turn up their nose at. Perhaps they mistook the hulking figure that bursts into their bedroom while they're drunk/totally toasted for a hook-up they'd planned a little roleplay with for their favorite holiday. Or maybe, with or without the aid of a little liquid courage, they're just freaky enough to jump the bones of a nice slab of meat--irreverent of the ominous machete clasped tightly in hand.
Unaccustomed to affection of any kind, much less of the salacious sort, [Muse A] melts into the sinful display of passion. Somewhere between the first round and the second, deciding that perhaps a taste of something other than pain is worth allowing the world to burn.
Yet, when they awaken the morning after their tryst, the world is still turning. Everything they had been taught since birth has been a lie. All those people they sacrificed, lives given in vain. As their world shatters around them, they're left with nothing to hold on to....except the body that kept them warm last night.
tldr:
based on some art by an artist i like that i'll drop here~.
who doesn't like their smut with a side of existential crisis? I know i do!
luckily, for the sake of our SK, the victim they fail to kill is just slightly unhinged themselves. the idea is that Muse B will be very enthusiastic to help Muse A. so there'll be elements of helping the former serial killer learn what it means to live life like a normal person. the remnants of the cult that they were born into also adds some plot threads we can toy with if we'd like. or we can focus on the slice of life aspect! totally depends on my partner.
normally, i'm down to play either role in the storylines i make....but this time i really have a preference for playing Muse B! this'll change eventually, and i'll update this when it happens, but humor me for now~.
based on some art by an artist i like that i'll drop here~.
who doesn't like their smut with a side of existential crisis? I know i do!
luckily, for the sake of our SK, the victim they fail to kill is just slightly unhinged themselves. the idea is that Muse B will be very enthusiastic to help Muse A. so there'll be elements of helping the former serial killer learn what it means to live life like a normal person. the remnants of the cult that they were born into also adds some plot threads we can toy with if we'd like. or we can focus on the slice of life aspect! totally depends on my partner.
normally, i'm down to play either role in the storylines i make....but this time i really have a preference for playing Muse B! this'll change eventually, and i'll update this when it happens, but humor me for now~.
more plots are currently a work in progress!
please ignore the magical girl behind the screen.
♥ she's working hard! ♥
please ignore the magical girl behind the screen.
♥ she's working hard! ♥
of course, you can always feel free to hit me up with ideas of your own! ♥
jujutsu kaisen
pokemon
chainsaw man
naruto
one piece
obey me
teen titans
young justice
persona 3/4/5
fire force
beastars
danganronpa
komi can't communicate
panty & stocking
my dress up darling
stardew valley
attack on titan
boku no hero academia
loz: breath of the wild
dragon ball z/gt/super
ouran high school host club
kimetsu no yaiba/demon slayer
fire emblem: fates/awakening/three houses
infinitely more that i'm definitely forgetting. feel free to ask!!
pokemon
chainsaw man
naruto
one piece
obey me
teen titans
young justice
persona 3/4/5
fire force
beastars
danganronpa
komi can't communicate
panty & stocking
my dress up darling
stardew valley
attack on titan
boku no hero academia
loz: breath of the wild
dragon ball z/gt/super
ouran high school host club
kimetsu no yaiba/demon slayer
fire emblem: fates/awakening/three houses
infinitely more that i'm definitely forgetting. feel free to ask!!
and that's all i got for ya! feel free to send me a message if anything here caught your interest.
make sure to tell me how cute my thread is or something.
(this isn't an attention check, i'm just fishing for praise ♥)
catch ya later, nerds. c;
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