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Welcome!
Well hello and thank you very much for stopping in to come and visit yet another thread, I promise you this certainly isn't the best one out there but it sure as hell won't be the worst either. (I hope)
So I might as well cover a little about me to kick things off and set a nice, lovely mood. Excuse the poor formatting, maybe I'll get around to making this look pretty and eloquent one day but I wouldn't bet on that.
I'm quite easy going and always down for a discussion about things, whether that be about themes, plots, world events, how my cat annoys me every single day… I don't mind at all. I like to think of myself as a fairly considerate and thoughtful person who is quite empathetic. So I'm always fond of having some OOC chatter alongside my writing partners. Though if you're more a private person that would like to remain more secretive that's fine too.
I've been writing for quite a while at this point. Am I the best or an expert that can recount a million words and all the elaborate meanings behind them or write out some bizarre story at the speed of Stephen King? Not a chance. But I do consider myself decent enough at writing and I am always looking to improve, try out some new things and get feedback on work and areas.
For some specifics when it comes to writing out a story, I'll usually go with third person, past or present tense. Post length is at times hard to measure, sometimes a specific point in a story will call for an abundance of paragraphs while sometimes maybe just a few, especially if it's focusing in on some dialog and inner monologues. For frequency, that's hard to measure as well. At times I'll be busy or need to find the mood. Typically it can be daily or every few days or it could fall onto once a week or so. I do only work with MxF pairings with myself playing the male or female roles. I thoroughly enjoy long term orientated stories with plenty of development.
For what interests me in a story, well I have to say I can be fairly diverse. I'm typically quite fond of modern settings with realistic themes but that doesn't mean I'm not game to try out some grandiose fantasy, whacky sci-fi, some odd supernatural or even fandoms. I'm happy with playing different types of characters and exploring different kinks, from some sweet romantic love tale to some dark and depraved events.
I do have to admit I have a certain affinity for more dark themed elements if I'm being honest. There's something oddly nice about exploring fucked up, toxic, broken characters. Quite an odd telling about me personally I guess aha. But I like themes of mental health, addictions, abuse, trauma, sexism, racism, classism, corruption, objectification, rape… I think that paints a pretty decent picture of my messed up mind but hey, I'm also down for other stuff as mentioned earlier!
In terms of things that make an ideal partner for me.
-Someone that is down to discuss and brainstorm a plot first before jumping in. I enjoy both of us taking the time to discuss things out and weave out a decent outline in which we are both happy, excited and comfortable with what we have talked about.
-Ideas! Similar to the point prior in a way but I'd like someone to come at me with scenarios, thoughts, themes and elements that they would love to incorporate. It's quite good with two enthusiastic people bouncing ideas off each other rather than one person doing all the work.
- Someone that is a coherent and a detailed enough writer. As mentioned, I'm no savant in the writing field and do this just as a hobby and for fun but am looking for someone that knows their way around the ins and outs of writing.
Kink List Link - F-list - Warning
The kink list is certainly not written in stone. Feel free to ask me about certain kinks you may have or want to focus on.
Below you’ll fine my detailed prompts. But some general things I do always love are female centric stories with multiple male characters, cheating, drama, addictions, young girls, school, college. Porn industry. Celebrity stuff. Gold digger/trophy wife.
I also wouldn’t mind doing some fandoms and getting back into that.
Fandoms - Resident Evil, Mass Effect, The Witcher, Bioshock, Borderlands, Fallout, Star Wars, Lord Of The Rings, The Boys and many more.
A small idea for The Boys. I think it could be fun doing some akin to Starlights story in season 1… a young and hopeful hero joining The Seven and Voughts group only to discover it’s nothing like she envisions. It’s got plenty of ways it can go.
Second post in this thread has more prompts.
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So I'm looking for this to be quite detailed and a more long term orientated story with a nice healthy mix of plot to also go with the smut.
I write in third person perspective and my usual post lengths can go from anywhere from 2 paragraphs to 10, just depends on what is happening at the story and all that.
I don't mind having some OOC chatter about things along with taking the time to chat and brainstorm so that we can come up with a great story that we both look forward to exploring.
Posting frequency varies, could be daily, multiple times a day to once every few days. Looking to write via PM's or use discord.
Anywho, that's pretty much it so feel free to hit me up.
Well hello and thank you very much for stopping in to come and visit yet another thread, I promise you this certainly isn't the best one out there but it sure as hell won't be the worst either. (I hope)
So I might as well cover a little about me to kick things off and set a nice, lovely mood. Excuse the poor formatting, maybe I'll get around to making this look pretty and eloquent one day but I wouldn't bet on that.
I'm quite easy going and always down for a discussion about things, whether that be about themes, plots, world events, how my cat annoys me every single day… I don't mind at all. I like to think of myself as a fairly considerate and thoughtful person who is quite empathetic. So I'm always fond of having some OOC chatter alongside my writing partners. Though if you're more a private person that would like to remain more secretive that's fine too.
I've been writing for quite a while at this point. Am I the best or an expert that can recount a million words and all the elaborate meanings behind them or write out some bizarre story at the speed of Stephen King? Not a chance. But I do consider myself decent enough at writing and I am always looking to improve, try out some new things and get feedback on work and areas.
For some specifics when it comes to writing out a story, I'll usually go with third person, past or present tense. Post length is at times hard to measure, sometimes a specific point in a story will call for an abundance of paragraphs while sometimes maybe just a few, especially if it's focusing in on some dialog and inner monologues. For frequency, that's hard to measure as well. At times I'll be busy or need to find the mood. Typically it can be daily or every few days or it could fall onto once a week or so. I do only work with MxF pairings with myself playing the male or female roles. I thoroughly enjoy long term orientated stories with plenty of development.
For what interests me in a story, well I have to say I can be fairly diverse. I'm typically quite fond of modern settings with realistic themes but that doesn't mean I'm not game to try out some grandiose fantasy, whacky sci-fi, some odd supernatural or even fandoms. I'm happy with playing different types of characters and exploring different kinks, from some sweet romantic love tale to some dark and depraved events.
I do have to admit I have a certain affinity for more dark themed elements if I'm being honest. There's something oddly nice about exploring fucked up, toxic, broken characters. Quite an odd telling about me personally I guess aha. But I like themes of mental health, addictions, abuse, trauma, sexism, racism, classism, corruption, objectification, rape… I think that paints a pretty decent picture of my messed up mind but hey, I'm also down for other stuff as mentioned earlier!
In terms of things that make an ideal partner for me.
-Someone that is down to discuss and brainstorm a plot first before jumping in. I enjoy both of us taking the time to discuss things out and weave out a decent outline in which we are both happy, excited and comfortable with what we have talked about.
-Ideas! Similar to the point prior in a way but I'd like someone to come at me with scenarios, thoughts, themes and elements that they would love to incorporate. It's quite good with two enthusiastic people bouncing ideas off each other rather than one person doing all the work.
- Someone that is a coherent and a detailed enough writer. As mentioned, I'm no savant in the writing field and do this just as a hobby and for fun but am looking for someone that knows their way around the ins and outs of writing.
Kink List Link - F-list - Warning
The kink list is certainly not written in stone. Feel free to ask me about certain kinks you may have or want to focus on.
Below you’ll fine my detailed prompts. But some general things I do always love are female centric stories with multiple male characters, cheating, drama, addictions, young girls, school, college. Porn industry. Celebrity stuff. Gold digger/trophy wife.
I also wouldn’t mind doing some fandoms and getting back into that.
Fandoms - Resident Evil, Mass Effect, The Witcher, Bioshock, Borderlands, Fallout, Star Wars, Lord Of The Rings, The Boys and many more.
A small idea for The Boys. I think it could be fun doing some akin to Starlights story in season 1… a young and hopeful hero joining The Seven and Voughts group only to discover it’s nothing like she envisions. It’s got plenty of ways it can go.
Second post in this thread has more prompts.
*Somehow... I'm still alive.*
Anguished moans and groans carried on the still air like the whispers of Death itself. They were subtle and muffled, but always close enough to remind you: this was hell and there was no escape. Jill Valentine had relegated the hellish sounds to white noise. A late September heatwave did its best to suffocate her with an ever-present humidity that clung to her like a plastic bag over her head. Even after the sun had gone down, it was warm enough for Jill to almost wish she was wearing a skirt and tube top.
Raccoon City had deteriorated into what looked like a war-torn, third-world country. Jill steadied her breath, as she walked the long, twisting alleyways of the middling metropolis. The main streets were a mess of abandoned and ruined cars and shambling mindless husks. Several city blocks were still up in flames and were still slowly spreading. She moved cautiously and smoothly, her Beretta 92F Custom at the ready, and a flashlight held securely underneath. Every so often distant pops of gunfire told her that she was not completely alone, and each time she would stop and try to gauge just where it had come from.
Jill resisted the urge to hold her breath, as she tried to ignore just how loud her steps seemed to sound on the concrete. Boarded windows and doors pass by to her left and right, and with each one she passed she could almost imagine a mangled hand breaking through the crummy wood to grab hold of her.
Just ahead was a series of steps leading down. She took a deep breath as she approached. The cone of her flashlight revealed a trail of blood that lead down. Carefully she avoided stepping in the mess as she took each step. A landing revealed that the stairway had a bend that likely lead lower. She stopped at the corner, where the upper set of stairs ended, and peered around it. Just feet away was the shambling form of a man in a blood-soaked t-shirt. His eyes were milky white, and his jaw hung down from his face, which was connected only by red viscera. A blood curdling growl escaped the man, as his arms thrust forward.
"Shit!" Jill hissed, as the thing made a lunge for her. Quickly she whipped back around the corner, and the zombie tripped into the landing wall. A wet crunch filled the air as the zombie's face smashed against old, weathered brick. Honed reflexes brought her pistol to point at the thing before it could even get up. Like thunder, the pistol discharged. The 9mm Parabellum rounds tore through the zombie's skull with ease. Bone and brain matter sprayed across the wall like a Jackson Pollack painting. The three shots were destructive enough to reduce the zombie's face to mangled gore. It slumped un-moving, ass in the air, but Jill knew better than to assume it terminated.
Somewhere down below she could hear the clatter and noise of more. They were coming. Quickly she brought her boot down on what was left of the zombie's head. Its skull crunched on the heel of her black boot, and only then was she satisfied to know it would not return to bite her from behind. She whipped around to point her flashlight and pistol down the steps. Her best bet would be to group them up, wait for them to come into her line of sight and mow them down.
A costly solution for her dwindling supply of ammunition.
She clicked her tongue in annoyance, and then turned to return the way she had come. Her cautious pace quickened. Broken glass crunched on the weight of her steps, as her blue eyes followed the bob of her flashlight down the alley. Jill knew she had to move quickly, to put as much space between herself and zombies as she could.
Splat!
The breath caught in her chest, as the wet splat echoed off the graffiti covered brick walls. It had only been a blur to her eyes, a black shape that fell less than a dozen feet ahead of her. The cone of her flashlight fell on it, as she came to a stop. Her boots scrapped against the cement before she looked at the bloody mess smeared across the cracked and weed laden cement. It had been a woman.
What remained of her yellow sundress was stained red with blood. The tattered cloth did nothing to cover most of her back, where deep finger gouges had created festering and oozing wounds. A pool of blood began to form under her, originating from her skull which had cracked open like a dropped melon. Jill's heart slammed wildly in her chest, as she took in the gruesome sight.
Don't freeze! Stay focused!
Jill tore her eyes from the gore, and up to the sky. The whistling of flailing limbs hurdling through the air and flapping clothes filled the alley. With awe she watched the bodies tumble over the edge of the apartment building roof. One after another they landed atop of the woman. Slowly they landed closer, and Jill was forced to walk backwards.
"You're kidding me," Jill muttered, as she kept her eyes up, flashlight straining to reach the top of the buildings on either side of her. Then there was a loud bang to her right. She spun around just in time for a door to come loose from its hinges. She ducked low and jumped to the side, as the hunk of wood slammed against the opposite wall with a crack. A thong of moaning zombies tumbled through. They collapsed onto the ground in a moaning mass as another body fell from the sky onto them.
Jill stumbled into a series of trashcans, as she lost her balance. Noisily the cans clattered to the ground, as she landed hard on her side. Dull pain shot through her hip, as she flailed at the overturned cans to pull herself up to her feet. Frantically she flashed her light in the direction of the door, and at the zombies that began to right themselves. "Fuck!" She muttered, as she scrambled to her feet, and whipped around to run the other way.
Just fifteen feet away were the zombies she had attracted earlier on the steps. There were no less than six of them, nearly shoulder to shoulder as they staggered their way towards the noise. She came to a skidding stop and raised her pistol at them. Adrenaline surged through her body, and in the moment, she felt weightless and sharp. Jill squeezed the trigger, as nearly a decade of drills and training kicked in.
The bobbing bodies jerked and twitched, as she placed her shots. Hot bits of metal tore through cartilage and flesh, and bones were grazed and cracked. A wet crunch blew out the knee of the lead zombie after her shot had compromised it. The crowd behind him fell forward over him, tripping at the sudden halt in momentum.
*7 shots left.*
Jill turned back around, only to find that the door zombies were already crawling and stumbling towards her. She fired again, repeating her strategy to slow their advance. She knew she couldn't kill them all, that she had only one last magazine and that it would never be enough. There were no less than a dozen of them. Her heart pounded, as she looked around desperately for some hope of survival.
A gasp escaped her, as she spotted the fire escape overhead. She stuffed her flashlight away on her tactical harness and leapt up to take hold of the ladder with one hand. Her fingers curled around the bottom rung of the rusted ladder, but before she could thrust her pistol into her holster, something took hold of her boot. Jill let out a strained cry, as she tried to keep her grip, her weight supported by only one arm. The zombie was on its knees, chomping up at her ankles, as it tried to stand up and get at her leg.
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The general idea for the pairing is that, after an early encounter with Jill, a blow to the head scrambles his programing. He's free from doing what Umbrella created him to do. Umbrella discovers this and sends two T-103s after it. Damaged from the encounter with Jill, the Nemesis is feeling a little out matched (although I assume the Nemesis could actually, eventually defeat two T-103s.).
In order to survive, it decides to find the prey that keep escaping him: Jill. If he can use Jill, then he would have a better chance of surviving the gauntlet that Umbrella is throwing at him.
This will naturally lead to some sexual interaction. From Jill's perspective, she suddenly has a grotesque and awful protector. The stress of the situation will cause her to bond with the thing, to feel safe and comfortable with it around. Only helps that the first, horrific sexual encounter was... well not so bad.
I am thinking that firstly, Jill encounters a regular human survivor somewhere that save her. They bond a bit which could form a weird triangle between this guy and Nemesis at some point.
Also down for other Resident Evil ideas.
Anguished moans and groans carried on the still air like the whispers of Death itself. They were subtle and muffled, but always close enough to remind you: this was hell and there was no escape. Jill Valentine had relegated the hellish sounds to white noise. A late September heatwave did its best to suffocate her with an ever-present humidity that clung to her like a plastic bag over her head. Even after the sun had gone down, it was warm enough for Jill to almost wish she was wearing a skirt and tube top.
Raccoon City had deteriorated into what looked like a war-torn, third-world country. Jill steadied her breath, as she walked the long, twisting alleyways of the middling metropolis. The main streets were a mess of abandoned and ruined cars and shambling mindless husks. Several city blocks were still up in flames and were still slowly spreading. She moved cautiously and smoothly, her Beretta 92F Custom at the ready, and a flashlight held securely underneath. Every so often distant pops of gunfire told her that she was not completely alone, and each time she would stop and try to gauge just where it had come from.
Jill resisted the urge to hold her breath, as she tried to ignore just how loud her steps seemed to sound on the concrete. Boarded windows and doors pass by to her left and right, and with each one she passed she could almost imagine a mangled hand breaking through the crummy wood to grab hold of her.
Just ahead was a series of steps leading down. She took a deep breath as she approached. The cone of her flashlight revealed a trail of blood that lead down. Carefully she avoided stepping in the mess as she took each step. A landing revealed that the stairway had a bend that likely lead lower. She stopped at the corner, where the upper set of stairs ended, and peered around it. Just feet away was the shambling form of a man in a blood-soaked t-shirt. His eyes were milky white, and his jaw hung down from his face, which was connected only by red viscera. A blood curdling growl escaped the man, as his arms thrust forward.
"Shit!" Jill hissed, as the thing made a lunge for her. Quickly she whipped back around the corner, and the zombie tripped into the landing wall. A wet crunch filled the air as the zombie's face smashed against old, weathered brick. Honed reflexes brought her pistol to point at the thing before it could even get up. Like thunder, the pistol discharged. The 9mm Parabellum rounds tore through the zombie's skull with ease. Bone and brain matter sprayed across the wall like a Jackson Pollack painting. The three shots were destructive enough to reduce the zombie's face to mangled gore. It slumped un-moving, ass in the air, but Jill knew better than to assume it terminated.
Somewhere down below she could hear the clatter and noise of more. They were coming. Quickly she brought her boot down on what was left of the zombie's head. Its skull crunched on the heel of her black boot, and only then was she satisfied to know it would not return to bite her from behind. She whipped around to point her flashlight and pistol down the steps. Her best bet would be to group them up, wait for them to come into her line of sight and mow them down.
A costly solution for her dwindling supply of ammunition.
She clicked her tongue in annoyance, and then turned to return the way she had come. Her cautious pace quickened. Broken glass crunched on the weight of her steps, as her blue eyes followed the bob of her flashlight down the alley. Jill knew she had to move quickly, to put as much space between herself and zombies as she could.
Splat!
The breath caught in her chest, as the wet splat echoed off the graffiti covered brick walls. It had only been a blur to her eyes, a black shape that fell less than a dozen feet ahead of her. The cone of her flashlight fell on it, as she came to a stop. Her boots scrapped against the cement before she looked at the bloody mess smeared across the cracked and weed laden cement. It had been a woman.
What remained of her yellow sundress was stained red with blood. The tattered cloth did nothing to cover most of her back, where deep finger gouges had created festering and oozing wounds. A pool of blood began to form under her, originating from her skull which had cracked open like a dropped melon. Jill's heart slammed wildly in her chest, as she took in the gruesome sight.
Don't freeze! Stay focused!
Jill tore her eyes from the gore, and up to the sky. The whistling of flailing limbs hurdling through the air and flapping clothes filled the alley. With awe she watched the bodies tumble over the edge of the apartment building roof. One after another they landed atop of the woman. Slowly they landed closer, and Jill was forced to walk backwards.
"You're kidding me," Jill muttered, as she kept her eyes up, flashlight straining to reach the top of the buildings on either side of her. Then there was a loud bang to her right. She spun around just in time for a door to come loose from its hinges. She ducked low and jumped to the side, as the hunk of wood slammed against the opposite wall with a crack. A thong of moaning zombies tumbled through. They collapsed onto the ground in a moaning mass as another body fell from the sky onto them.
Jill stumbled into a series of trashcans, as she lost her balance. Noisily the cans clattered to the ground, as she landed hard on her side. Dull pain shot through her hip, as she flailed at the overturned cans to pull herself up to her feet. Frantically she flashed her light in the direction of the door, and at the zombies that began to right themselves. "Fuck!" She muttered, as she scrambled to her feet, and whipped around to run the other way.
Just fifteen feet away were the zombies she had attracted earlier on the steps. There were no less than six of them, nearly shoulder to shoulder as they staggered their way towards the noise. She came to a skidding stop and raised her pistol at them. Adrenaline surged through her body, and in the moment, she felt weightless and sharp. Jill squeezed the trigger, as nearly a decade of drills and training kicked in.
The bobbing bodies jerked and twitched, as she placed her shots. Hot bits of metal tore through cartilage and flesh, and bones were grazed and cracked. A wet crunch blew out the knee of the lead zombie after her shot had compromised it. The crowd behind him fell forward over him, tripping at the sudden halt in momentum.
*7 shots left.*
Jill turned back around, only to find that the door zombies were already crawling and stumbling towards her. She fired again, repeating her strategy to slow their advance. She knew she couldn't kill them all, that she had only one last magazine and that it would never be enough. There were no less than a dozen of them. Her heart pounded, as she looked around desperately for some hope of survival.
A gasp escaped her, as she spotted the fire escape overhead. She stuffed her flashlight away on her tactical harness and leapt up to take hold of the ladder with one hand. Her fingers curled around the bottom rung of the rusted ladder, but before she could thrust her pistol into her holster, something took hold of her boot. Jill let out a strained cry, as she tried to keep her grip, her weight supported by only one arm. The zombie was on its knees, chomping up at her ankles, as it tried to stand up and get at her leg.
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The general idea for the pairing is that, after an early encounter with Jill, a blow to the head scrambles his programing. He's free from doing what Umbrella created him to do. Umbrella discovers this and sends two T-103s after it. Damaged from the encounter with Jill, the Nemesis is feeling a little out matched (although I assume the Nemesis could actually, eventually defeat two T-103s.).
In order to survive, it decides to find the prey that keep escaping him: Jill. If he can use Jill, then he would have a better chance of surviving the gauntlet that Umbrella is throwing at him.
This will naturally lead to some sexual interaction. From Jill's perspective, she suddenly has a grotesque and awful protector. The stress of the situation will cause her to bond with the thing, to feel safe and comfortable with it around. Only helps that the first, horrific sexual encounter was... well not so bad.
I am thinking that firstly, Jill encounters a regular human survivor somewhere that save her. They bond a bit which could form a weird triangle between this guy and Nemesis at some point.
Also down for other Resident Evil ideas.
Maybe a sophomore or junior, going to school somewhere in California or Florida. Maybe she has a secret perverted side, a side that enjoys attention. Maybe that side has led to her exposing herself (from the neck down for anonymity sake) on Reddit... and somehow she stumbles across an opportunity to explore being in porn. Maybe a random encounter with some BangBus type people... maybe she responds to an casting couch style ad... or maybe we start out with her being home for the summer and she explores porn by creating an onlyfans.… maybe she has a boyfriend and they do some real amateur type stuff together.
Could start off at Spring Break of her Sophomore or Junior year of college... during that week, she encounters the BangBus, and participates in her first ever porn shoot. She enjoys it, a lot, and the guys are also impressed by her. She'll return to college for the rest of the semester, and by the time she goes home for the summer she's got a pretty popular video of herself on PornHub... popular enough that starting an OnlyFans is a serious consideration. She winds up creating an account, and any and all adventures she has related to her OnlyFans account can lead to things happening when she goes back to school for the fall.
This is a rough idea, it can go a lot of different ways.
I do like the idea of playing a goth/alt/egirl type gal that has a few issues, low self esteem, guy issues, sex issues like being a bit of a nympho, drug problems, mental health problems, etc
Also perhaps she starts with a boyfriend that she has an ongoing OnlyFans with that they film stuff with together… which will complicate things when she gets contacted by other interested parties or also does the BangBus endeavour.
I think it certainly would be fun to play out a mix of porn and college scenarios and characters with things like fellow students perhaps finding out and making offers, teachers, boyfriends friends. To a old sleazy porn star offering big bucks, maybe even a famous rapper that we could explore a relationship with that is toxic
With the boyfriend I'm not sure if he would be supportive or involved in her OnlyFans stuff.
Could go either way, with him not being into it and her wanting him to film stuff with but he says no… until his roomie says yes
Or maybe he is a bit but is a bit shy with it, and her fans want her to take a bigger cock and get dicked down more… or maybe he even opens up the door to doing something with his roomie but regrets it afterwards
Could start off at Spring Break of her Sophomore or Junior year of college... during that week, she encounters the BangBus, and participates in her first ever porn shoot. She enjoys it, a lot, and the guys are also impressed by her. She'll return to college for the rest of the semester, and by the time she goes home for the summer she's got a pretty popular video of herself on PornHub... popular enough that starting an OnlyFans is a serious consideration. She winds up creating an account, and any and all adventures she has related to her OnlyFans account can lead to things happening when she goes back to school for the fall.
This is a rough idea, it can go a lot of different ways.
I do like the idea of playing a goth/alt/egirl type gal that has a few issues, low self esteem, guy issues, sex issues like being a bit of a nympho, drug problems, mental health problems, etc
Also perhaps she starts with a boyfriend that she has an ongoing OnlyFans with that they film stuff with together… which will complicate things when she gets contacted by other interested parties or also does the BangBus endeavour.
I think it certainly would be fun to play out a mix of porn and college scenarios and characters with things like fellow students perhaps finding out and making offers, teachers, boyfriends friends. To a old sleazy porn star offering big bucks, maybe even a famous rapper that we could explore a relationship with that is toxic
With the boyfriend I'm not sure if he would be supportive or involved in her OnlyFans stuff.
Could go either way, with him not being into it and her wanting him to film stuff with but he says no… until his roomie says yes
Or maybe he is a bit but is a bit shy with it, and her fans want her to take a bigger cock and get dicked down more… or maybe he even opens up the door to doing something with his roomie but regrets it afterwards
When the world collapsed, people expected it to be with a big boom, but it was more like a big sigh. It had been coming for ages, and people had closed their eyes to it, and when it finally happened only a few of us were truly ready for it -- the government was one of those that was ready for it. Securing bunkers for themselves and other "essential personnel" was one of the measures they'd taken to secure their own future, and of those essential personnel, a good few were people that just happened to be either lucky or rich. But the world did not stop there. It might've felt like it, underground in one of those bunkers, as the entire outside world was decimated into radioactive nothingness by nuclear warfare and not much could have survived out there. But this assumption was based on wrong information. The world definitely continued to exist, and in fact.. so did the humans that inhabit it. They just took a different form nowadays. Many changed from the exposures to the radioactive chemicals and new environment. Even the wildlife had developed and changed, forming abstract and huge monstrosities that roamed the wasteland.
In this new world, hunting for slaves was a favorite pastime of the people that had taken over the surface, and one of their favorite ways of doing that was to hunt down and crack open old world bunkers. The people inside were still "pure" and made for perfect captives because of that -- but also good trophies. The first time the raiders had obtained an old world celebrity, well, it was a party. Suffice to say Beyoncé did not stay Queen Bee for long. She was used every night, week in week out, by the entirety of the raider group. When the first mutation hit her after a month, she was no longer able to eat normal food, and instead had to be nourished entirely by semen. Her former torture now became her only method of survival. An ironic end to a perfect career.
After that, the raiders began ignoring the "common" women and men. Sure, they made for a nice post-raid snack, but they weren't worth keeping around for too long and usually either died or became one of the raiders. No, the raiders began focusing on capturing old-world celebrities. And these old-world bunkers became perfect targets, as they held "celebs" of all kind. Political figures, pop stars, actors and other famous people.. they all lived in these bunkers now. Just waiting to be cracked open and plundered -- and their bounties taken back to the main camp to be used, abused, and sold.
And if it wasn't the raiders that found them..? Well, the countless wasteland horrors would eventually find a way into the bunker. Truth be told, it was probably a lot more lucky to be taken by a raider than a mutant or creature. They had a habit of not allowing their prey to live long after using them as a living, breathing fleshlight. Though there were those that were sentient, ghouls that were ugly and called demeaning names by humans even if they used to be humans but they were just changed now. There were also super mutants that were much taller, bulkier and muscular compared to humans and had developed very extreme strength and endurance.
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Doesn’t have to be celebrity focused at all. Could be a lone girl that’s come out of a vault and it journeying across the wasteland.
In this new world, hunting for slaves was a favorite pastime of the people that had taken over the surface, and one of their favorite ways of doing that was to hunt down and crack open old world bunkers. The people inside were still "pure" and made for perfect captives because of that -- but also good trophies. The first time the raiders had obtained an old world celebrity, well, it was a party. Suffice to say Beyoncé did not stay Queen Bee for long. She was used every night, week in week out, by the entirety of the raider group. When the first mutation hit her after a month, she was no longer able to eat normal food, and instead had to be nourished entirely by semen. Her former torture now became her only method of survival. An ironic end to a perfect career.
After that, the raiders began ignoring the "common" women and men. Sure, they made for a nice post-raid snack, but they weren't worth keeping around for too long and usually either died or became one of the raiders. No, the raiders began focusing on capturing old-world celebrities. And these old-world bunkers became perfect targets, as they held "celebs" of all kind. Political figures, pop stars, actors and other famous people.. they all lived in these bunkers now. Just waiting to be cracked open and plundered -- and their bounties taken back to the main camp to be used, abused, and sold.
And if it wasn't the raiders that found them..? Well, the countless wasteland horrors would eventually find a way into the bunker. Truth be told, it was probably a lot more lucky to be taken by a raider than a mutant or creature. They had a habit of not allowing their prey to live long after using them as a living, breathing fleshlight. Though there were those that were sentient, ghouls that were ugly and called demeaning names by humans even if they used to be humans but they were just changed now. There were also super mutants that were much taller, bulkier and muscular compared to humans and had developed very extreme strength and endurance.
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Doesn’t have to be celebrity focused at all. Could be a lone girl that’s come out of a vault and it journeying across the wasteland.
Sluggishly dragging herself back home, following another tiring day of work. It's not enjoyable listening to bratty teenagers and your perv manager hit on you... but it pays the bills, well sorta.
A scrunched up McDonalds bag in Allison's hand....again, thank the lord for her fast metabolism or she'd be in a wheelchair at this point. Slouched over slightly as she watched the footpath, her worn out pair of red Converses hitting the floor with each step. Her earphones beneath her hood blaring out Kendrick Lamar's latest single as she walked home in her own little world, sharing glances at the fellow people walking by. A few cute guys that she'll never see again....shame.
She turned to make her way into her apartment building, collecting the mail before stepping into the elevator, a few small smiles and soft waves to the other poor bastards living in such a cesspool of a building. After punching in the button to her floor, she leaned against the rail, exhaling as she tried to calm herself down following a few stressful weeks. She walked along the stained carpet to her apartment door, looking at the walls, covered in God-knows-what liquid. The stench hits her nose like a train, she remained unfazed, conditioned to such surroundings by now.
Allison unlocked the door, closing it and locking it behind her as she kicked off her shoes. She walked to her dump of a living room, seating herself on an old couch, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table in front of it. A few empty bud light cans, a PlayStation controller, some old college books, her artwork and vodka bottles are bunched together, like a cute little collection. An ashtray sits by her feet as she begins reading through the mail. Eviction notice, junk mail, the usual. She lights up a cigarette before opening up her phone, reading some text messages, one from mom, granting her request for her to wire some more cash into her bank, still thinking I'm in art college. One from my dealer, telling me about 'some new shit from Colombia'. Another from...... Kyle? Telling me I should probably get a checkup, awesome.
Allison turned on the tv as she sat back, taking some much deserved drags as she looked around the living room. Her old wallpaper could do with changing, the torn effect ain't really doing it for her anyways? She should clean the carpet too, beer stains aren't the prettiest of designs this season. The windows are filthy but eh, saves her having to close the curtains she guessed? Her unwashed clothes are piled atop an armchair that was once her grandpa's, passed down to her.
With a cigarette between her lips, she watched her phone screen like a hawk, it's Friday night and there's gotta be something on tonight? Even some college parties? She knows she dropped out months ago, but that doesn't mean she can't hang out with her friends. Besides, she dropped out because of them, deciding that she couldn't handle the pressure on top of her newfound addiction to certain substances. "I swear I'll go back when I'm clean?" Allison thinks.
So this is Allison, a 19 year old girl living alone in Queens, recently dropping out of art college, still living off of mom and dad's money with the lie that she's using it for college stuff. But in reality, she's a mess, fighting a craving for coke as well as anything else that can get a job done. She's currently working at Hot Topic, it's not exactly what she was planning to do when she moved to New York from Seattle, but it pays okay and she guesses it can open other doors in the future? She's a pretty outgoing girl, usually being described as: friendly, talkative, mellow, funny, easy....actually ignore the last one.
A scrunched up McDonalds bag in Allison's hand....again, thank the lord for her fast metabolism or she'd be in a wheelchair at this point. Slouched over slightly as she watched the footpath, her worn out pair of red Converses hitting the floor with each step. Her earphones beneath her hood blaring out Kendrick Lamar's latest single as she walked home in her own little world, sharing glances at the fellow people walking by. A few cute guys that she'll never see again....shame.
She turned to make her way into her apartment building, collecting the mail before stepping into the elevator, a few small smiles and soft waves to the other poor bastards living in such a cesspool of a building. After punching in the button to her floor, she leaned against the rail, exhaling as she tried to calm herself down following a few stressful weeks. She walked along the stained carpet to her apartment door, looking at the walls, covered in God-knows-what liquid. The stench hits her nose like a train, she remained unfazed, conditioned to such surroundings by now.
Allison unlocked the door, closing it and locking it behind her as she kicked off her shoes. She walked to her dump of a living room, seating herself on an old couch, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table in front of it. A few empty bud light cans, a PlayStation controller, some old college books, her artwork and vodka bottles are bunched together, like a cute little collection. An ashtray sits by her feet as she begins reading through the mail. Eviction notice, junk mail, the usual. She lights up a cigarette before opening up her phone, reading some text messages, one from mom, granting her request for her to wire some more cash into her bank, still thinking I'm in art college. One from my dealer, telling me about 'some new shit from Colombia'. Another from...... Kyle? Telling me I should probably get a checkup, awesome.
Allison turned on the tv as she sat back, taking some much deserved drags as she looked around the living room. Her old wallpaper could do with changing, the torn effect ain't really doing it for her anyways? She should clean the carpet too, beer stains aren't the prettiest of designs this season. The windows are filthy but eh, saves her having to close the curtains she guessed? Her unwashed clothes are piled atop an armchair that was once her grandpa's, passed down to her.
With a cigarette between her lips, she watched her phone screen like a hawk, it's Friday night and there's gotta be something on tonight? Even some college parties? She knows she dropped out months ago, but that doesn't mean she can't hang out with her friends. Besides, she dropped out because of them, deciding that she couldn't handle the pressure on top of her newfound addiction to certain substances. "I swear I'll go back when I'm clean?" Allison thinks.
So this is Allison, a 19 year old girl living alone in Queens, recently dropping out of art college, still living off of mom and dad's money with the lie that she's using it for college stuff. But in reality, she's a mess, fighting a craving for coke as well as anything else that can get a job done. She's currently working at Hot Topic, it's not exactly what she was planning to do when she moved to New York from Seattle, but it pays okay and she guesses it can open other doors in the future? She's a pretty outgoing girl, usually being described as: friendly, talkative, mellow, funny, easy....actually ignore the last one.
"Nhmph.....ugh........hmph....agh" The only utterances I manage to let out as I close my eyes tightly, my hands gripping onto the top of the ceramic toilet in front of me. Arching my back properly as I cling onto it tightly, my breathing following a similar rhythm of that of the gentleman behind me. I open my eyes slightly, watching my painted black fingernails as they manage to support me, allowing me to remain stood, well, kinda stood. A flickering light shines down on the pair of us. With gritted teeth, I continue to grunt softly, knowing that really gets him going......
A few minutes pass before I fee his knees lock and his grip around my waist tighten. "Nngh, ugh!" He grunts as he begins to empty himself, his grip tight and his cock placed firmly inside my ass, he releases his seed into me at an alarmingly fast rate, he must've not jerked off today? With his weakened knees, he manages to pull out of me after he's done, getting a little excess semen on his finger. Without thinking he rubs it on my ass with a snigger before zipping his jeans back up. "Ugh, yeah. Thanks for that V." He says before placing a dime bag of coke onto the toilet in front of me. "Uh huh. Yeah no problem." I say as I give him a thumbs up and turn to flash him a smile.
That was Leon, he's a retard, but he's harmless. Probably the last dealer I'd wanna go to, but desperation leads to some pretty shitty ideas. Much like this idea. The idea where I find myself in a dive bar bathroom, cum spilling from my asshole, all for a 20 dollar score. I pull up my fishnets and denim shorts combination. I shove the baggie into my pocket before leaving the cubicle. Throwing away the excess toilet paper used previously as I exit the bathroom.
I make my way to the bar "Phone..." I say softly to the bartender as he takes my phone off of charge and hands me it with a smile of his own. I sluggishly drag myself out of the bar, glancing around at the streetlights as I bite my lip and think. "Well, what now?" I ask myself as I wander along the footpath. Just me and my thoughts. Oh where to go. I can't go home, the locks were changed as soon as dad caught me doing a little bit of meth. Can't go to my sisters house, she made sure I stayed away from her newborn, I dunno why, I'm awesome with kids. And I sure as hell ain't sleeping in the station again tonight. Either way, I pop my earphones in, taking a deep breath before wandering. The Smiths playing in my ear, I mean if anyone can cheer me up it's Morrissey?
So this is an open ended idea and can go in a lot of places? She's vulnerable yet strong. Dumb enough to get exiled by her family, but smart enough to survive.
A few minutes pass before I fee his knees lock and his grip around my waist tighten. "Nngh, ugh!" He grunts as he begins to empty himself, his grip tight and his cock placed firmly inside my ass, he releases his seed into me at an alarmingly fast rate, he must've not jerked off today? With his weakened knees, he manages to pull out of me after he's done, getting a little excess semen on his finger. Without thinking he rubs it on my ass with a snigger before zipping his jeans back up. "Ugh, yeah. Thanks for that V." He says before placing a dime bag of coke onto the toilet in front of me. "Uh huh. Yeah no problem." I say as I give him a thumbs up and turn to flash him a smile.
That was Leon, he's a retard, but he's harmless. Probably the last dealer I'd wanna go to, but desperation leads to some pretty shitty ideas. Much like this idea. The idea where I find myself in a dive bar bathroom, cum spilling from my asshole, all for a 20 dollar score. I pull up my fishnets and denim shorts combination. I shove the baggie into my pocket before leaving the cubicle. Throwing away the excess toilet paper used previously as I exit the bathroom.
I make my way to the bar "Phone..." I say softly to the bartender as he takes my phone off of charge and hands me it with a smile of his own. I sluggishly drag myself out of the bar, glancing around at the streetlights as I bite my lip and think. "Well, what now?" I ask myself as I wander along the footpath. Just me and my thoughts. Oh where to go. I can't go home, the locks were changed as soon as dad caught me doing a little bit of meth. Can't go to my sisters house, she made sure I stayed away from her newborn, I dunno why, I'm awesome with kids. And I sure as hell ain't sleeping in the station again tonight. Either way, I pop my earphones in, taking a deep breath before wandering. The Smiths playing in my ear, I mean if anyone can cheer me up it's Morrissey?
So this is an open ended idea and can go in a lot of places? She's vulnerable yet strong. Dumb enough to get exiled by her family, but smart enough to survive.
**"GLUCK GLUCK!! SPLRGHHH! GLUCK!"**
My mascara and heavy eye liner had bled down my face ages ago. My dark red lipstick was smeared across my face and my chin, and on your shaft. And your balls. And your ass. It was a surprise there was any on my lips at all really.
My dyed black hair was a mess, unsurprising since it spent most of the night balled in your fist. My fishnets were torn, messily and quickly, around my pussy and my ass.
My nose ring was nestled somewhere in your pubes, as was my nose. In the back of my mind, I know I should be worried about it being ripped out, or getting infected. But all I can really think about right now is your cock bruising my oesophagus, and your balls bitch slapping my chin.
Suddenly, and without warning, your dripping cock slips out my gasping mouth, and like a cannon, points over my face, blasting rope after rope of hot, thick cum over my face, and some of my bangs. I moan, and angle my face upward to catch as much as possible, tongue out. I kneel like that until you're done, and open my eyes.
You're no longer standing over me, instead you're walking about my apartment, picking up your clothes. Emptiness begins to sink in, as I kneel there dejected.
"What's the rush? We can watch a movie, your pick. Just let me shower" I chirp, mustering as much cheer as I can, hoping that maybe, just fucking maybe, this time he'll stay.
"Can't. Have plans." You say apathetically, grabbing one of my throw blankets to dry your cock.
"But I just got a new projector, and I bought that beer you said you liked. We could drink some, and we could-"
"That's nice. But I'm busy. Exams" you say as you brush by me on the floor.
"But college just started?"
"Oh. Right. Anyway I'm busy" you say from the hallway, already on tinder.
The door slams as you leave. But I stay on the floor.
My mascara and heavy eye liner had bled down my face ages ago. My dark red lipstick was smeared across my face and my chin, and on your shaft. And your balls. And your ass. It was a surprise there was any on my lips at all really.
My dyed black hair was a mess, unsurprising since it spent most of the night balled in your fist. My fishnets were torn, messily and quickly, around my pussy and my ass.
My nose ring was nestled somewhere in your pubes, as was my nose. In the back of my mind, I know I should be worried about it being ripped out, or getting infected. But all I can really think about right now is your cock bruising my oesophagus, and your balls bitch slapping my chin.
Suddenly, and without warning, your dripping cock slips out my gasping mouth, and like a cannon, points over my face, blasting rope after rope of hot, thick cum over my face, and some of my bangs. I moan, and angle my face upward to catch as much as possible, tongue out. I kneel like that until you're done, and open my eyes.
You're no longer standing over me, instead you're walking about my apartment, picking up your clothes. Emptiness begins to sink in, as I kneel there dejected.
"What's the rush? We can watch a movie, your pick. Just let me shower" I chirp, mustering as much cheer as I can, hoping that maybe, just fucking maybe, this time he'll stay.
"Can't. Have plans." You say apathetically, grabbing one of my throw blankets to dry your cock.
"But I just got a new projector, and I bought that beer you said you liked. We could drink some, and we could-"
"That's nice. But I'm busy. Exams" you say as you brush by me on the floor.
"But college just started?"
"Oh. Right. Anyway I'm busy" you say from the hallway, already on tinder.
The door slams as you leave. But I stay on the floor.
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I like the idea of a girl whose background wasn't exactly healthy - the body of a trailer park princess, who was regularly sleeping around with guys who weren't good for her, letting her mum's boyfriends bang her in exchange for a little bit of money or drugs, while also sleeping with her teachers, enough so that she could scrap into an arts course at college.
I'm thinking she was quite wild and has addictions to drugs, sex, alcohol, mental health issues, blurred/unhealthy relationships with men.
She saw it as a way to turn her life around, and made a good start, and even had the sweet boyfriend to go with her early progress... but she wasn't really a college-calibre student, and soon has to resort to sleeping with professors, while she can't help but get invited to some of the hottest parties on campus.
I think she's changed herself for now with her being clean of drugs (apart from weed) not drinking as much, staying loyal with the boyfriend this far until we decide to play things out.
Some characters can be be some college guys, friends of her boyfriend, a drug dealer, teachers, a former bully of her boyfriend, roomie.
Billie looked herself over in the bathroom mirror as she applied the finishing touches to her make up which wasn't anything too overboard, mainly focusing on her eyes more than anything.
Julius called out, conversing with her from the next room over, going on about whether it's fine if he didn't come with her tonight to the party that was on campus, just a few buildings over. She knew that her boyfriend wasn't as social as she was, nor as outgoing since he usually tended to just prefer night ins or doing quiet things together with little dates between the pair of them.
While Billie was more social, friendly, outgoing… she also liked partying, drinking and doing things that she perhaps shouldn't quite be doing.
But she was doing a lot better nowadays. Having been with Julius it was probably the most stable and longest relationship she had ever had. He was a sweetheart, good natured, caring and romantic which was all certainly a change compared to the copious amount of other males that she has been involved with in her life.
Being with Julius had made a lot of her problems that she suffered easier to cope with. It wasn't always the easiest at times but with her trying her hardest to change for the better and with her sweet boyfriends constant help, she was handling it well.
She never got too depressed for long, didn't feel the need to always be high, drunk or fucking whatever guy gave her a compliment that looked nice on the eyes.
Still, there were those small little temptations and thoughts at times and some close encounters. She still would drink, she only smoked weed now and she had been loyal to Julius for 6 months now, having never strayed.
Billie was perhaps dressed rather revealing, especially more so since she was going out on her own now. She always attracted a fair bit of male attention from the way she dressed, how she looked and carried herself and it always made her feel good. So her tight, short with dress that she wore without a bra surely would get a few looks tonight. But she felt nice in it and Julius always enjoyed when she would dress up so he shouldn't mind at all.
After she was all made up and happy with her appearance, she looked at the time and it was around about time to leave. She left the bathroom to see Julius at the desk on his PC, playing his latest video game, which was a hobby they shared.
"It's okay baby, I get that you want some time to chill. I know that you've gone out plenty with me lately so you can have a break this time." She said, coming over behind Julius to lean in and give him a small little kiss on the cheek.
"How do I look?" She asked once she had his attention, doing a little twirl to show her curvy frame that the dress certainly accentuated
I'm thinking she was quite wild and has addictions to drugs, sex, alcohol, mental health issues, blurred/unhealthy relationships with men.
She saw it as a way to turn her life around, and made a good start, and even had the sweet boyfriend to go with her early progress... but she wasn't really a college-calibre student, and soon has to resort to sleeping with professors, while she can't help but get invited to some of the hottest parties on campus.
I think she's changed herself for now with her being clean of drugs (apart from weed) not drinking as much, staying loyal with the boyfriend this far until we decide to play things out.
Some characters can be be some college guys, friends of her boyfriend, a drug dealer, teachers, a former bully of her boyfriend, roomie.
Billie looked herself over in the bathroom mirror as she applied the finishing touches to her make up which wasn't anything too overboard, mainly focusing on her eyes more than anything.
Julius called out, conversing with her from the next room over, going on about whether it's fine if he didn't come with her tonight to the party that was on campus, just a few buildings over. She knew that her boyfriend wasn't as social as she was, nor as outgoing since he usually tended to just prefer night ins or doing quiet things together with little dates between the pair of them.
While Billie was more social, friendly, outgoing… she also liked partying, drinking and doing things that she perhaps shouldn't quite be doing.
But she was doing a lot better nowadays. Having been with Julius it was probably the most stable and longest relationship she had ever had. He was a sweetheart, good natured, caring and romantic which was all certainly a change compared to the copious amount of other males that she has been involved with in her life.
Being with Julius had made a lot of her problems that she suffered easier to cope with. It wasn't always the easiest at times but with her trying her hardest to change for the better and with her sweet boyfriends constant help, she was handling it well.
She never got too depressed for long, didn't feel the need to always be high, drunk or fucking whatever guy gave her a compliment that looked nice on the eyes.
Still, there were those small little temptations and thoughts at times and some close encounters. She still would drink, she only smoked weed now and she had been loyal to Julius for 6 months now, having never strayed.
Billie was perhaps dressed rather revealing, especially more so since she was going out on her own now. She always attracted a fair bit of male attention from the way she dressed, how she looked and carried herself and it always made her feel good. So her tight, short with dress that she wore without a bra surely would get a few looks tonight. But she felt nice in it and Julius always enjoyed when she would dress up so he shouldn't mind at all.
After she was all made up and happy with her appearance, she looked at the time and it was around about time to leave. She left the bathroom to see Julius at the desk on his PC, playing his latest video game, which was a hobby they shared.
"It's okay baby, I get that you want some time to chill. I know that you've gone out plenty with me lately so you can have a break this time." She said, coming over behind Julius to lean in and give him a small little kiss on the cheek.
"How do I look?" She asked once she had his attention, doing a little twirl to show her curvy frame that the dress certainly accentuated
A Sweet College Girl Turned Cheating Slut
Essentially, our characters have been together since they were kids. Like they've known each other for like a little over ten years and have been a couple before they even understood what that was. The girlfriend is pretty, outgoing, and adventurous. While her boyfriend is more shy, quiet, and introverted. Add in a shared school bully that picked on them, the guy mostly, but she got caught in the crossfire and earned her share of abuse by trying to defend her boyfriend. This even culminated in a brutal attack at prom that put her boyfriend in the hospital and she nearly or got raped by the bully who got a couple of years prison/juvie out of it.
Fast forward a couple of years and they've graduated high school, recovered from the trauma they shared, and have become even more tightly bound together. A bit of codependency even with her finding comfort from her boyfriend as her rock while he needs yours to have the courage to experience a bit of life. They've moved off to college, share a small rent house paid for by the boyfriends parents, and are finishing their first year of college. They both have part-time jobs to pay the bills.
So, during this year the boyfriend hasn't done much of anything but school, work, and hanging around the house. The girlfriend though has gone out, made friends, and begun to really regain some of that old adventurous spirit she had prior to the bullying. She's even gotten herself a best friend, Jennifer, who thinks she's wasting her time with her boyfriend and that he is holding her back. College is about having fun, going wild, and experimenting. Not acting like an old married couple. The fact that she has never been or even kissed anyone else in her life is just appalling to her. So, she begins pushing and pushing for her to see what she's missing at least. Meet a friend of hers, make out with him and maybe give him a blow job or even fuck him. After enough convincing, she finally gives in and agrees to meet with the guy.
As expected, she does, and despite some awkwardness, at first, she gets super turned on when she sees his bigger dick. She basically discovers she has a serious thing about a more built guy, bigger dick and someone who is more dominant that gets her really kind of lust drunk. If Jennifer doesn't stop her she would have surely slept with him but she can pull her friend out so she could make a rational choice about it. So sweet of her uh? Well, it doesn't take long before the girlfriend comes to realize that she just can't stop thinking about it and wants to try more. And so Jennifer comes up with a new kinky plan. One she is probably hoping will break up the couple but doesn't work out how she plans.
At this point though, it might be more fun for her to discover her plan through in character interaction?
Suffice it to say, the small intimate party broadens her horizons without her boyfriend actually figuring out what is going on.
Starter for the prompt - ( can be changed)
"What are you afraid of, Billie?" Elise asked, a slight grin on her lips as she looked at her best friend. "I know you can't stop staring at Brian. Just invite him over!"
Elise grabbed Billie's phone, flipping it towards her and typing something out on the phone.
*Hey, Brian! Elise and I are at my place tonight, having a few drinks and relaxing. Why don't you swing by and have a few with us?*
"Elise, stop it!" Billie protested, though her grab for the phone was entirely too late to prevent the message from being sent. "I have not been staring at him!" she almost whined, an outright lie that she tried telling herself and her friend.
Snatching her phone, she blushed at the message, glaring at Elise. In response, Elise simply smiled cutely. "What?" she asked, acting all innocent, "It's not like anything will happen with *me* here, right??"
"Right," Billie confirms fervently, though visions of how to get Elise go home suddenly flash in her fantasies. Fantasies she'd never indulge in, of course. Still, she couldn't help but glance at her phone while she took another drink.
Elise was bouncing a little on the couch there next to her in her growing excitement. "Of course and if it all goes bad, then not another peep out of me about it! I swear," she said solemnly while crossing her heart with two of her fingers. "Cross my heart and hope to die!"
"Great! And he's free, he'll drop whatever he has going on and get his ass here," Elise was saying as she looked down at the reply on Billie's phone. There was a big smile on her face though while she was doing it.
"And don't worry, your lousy boyfriend will never know and this just will stay between us until you say otherwise," Elise went on to say as she put her phone down in her lap. As if for some reason she'd suddenly realize that Caleb was a mistake and would give her the credit for 'setting her straight' with their friends.
"And I'm here for moral support," Elise said as she got up to refill their glasses. She wanted to make sure that Billie didn't lose her buzz while waiting. "I have to ask though, how far are you willing to go with this in case things do go ahead?"
She handed the full glass back to Billie as she sat back down. Once more watching her like a hawk even as she nursed her own glass of wine.
"I'm not sure," Billie said, her cheeks flushing a solid pink color as she thought about what Brian might look like completely naked.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, chewing on her bottom lip as she watched Elise fill up her glass of liquid courage.
"I'm more curious than anything. I mean-- Brian is huge," Billie breathed out, feeling the flush of blood go from her cheeks down to her core, and between her legs.
She felt a little bad about being attracted to Brian, but it wasn't love-- it was purely physical. Why shouldn't she know what's out there? She at least had to *see*-- ever since catching the size of his bulge about two weeks ago.
She'd given herself chances to press against Brian when they were all out. Dancing. Lounging around. The riskiest she'd gotten was actually putting her hand on his erection and squeezing it-- that was three days ago.
She flushed at the memory, looking up at Elise as she was given the next drink. This girl was a bad influence, encouraging her-- but at the same time, she was right. Just because Caleb wasn't curious didn't mean *she* shouldn't be.
"I mean, I want to see it, at the very least. I'm not sure what else I'm ready to do. Especially if he's as big as he feels-- christ, Elise. He might break me!"
She quickly took a big pull of the drink, interested in keeping up her own courage as well.
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(Alternative start, this one would involve her boyfriend passing out from a mix of drinking and weed and Billie fucking his roommate)
The final girl's image had been paused on the dorm suite's common room TV screen—mouth frozen mid–scream—for almost twelve minutes now. Teddy Gaines, dressed in a comfortable white T and some gray sweatpants, lay on the couch propped up on one elbow while his girlfriend jabbered on the phone.
They were the sweetest couple, all acknowledged. Their high school yearbook had named them "Most likely to be married in ten years." It was also probably a gesture of sympathy after the fateful events of prom night in their senior year, but there was truth in it. And tonight they seemed determined to earn it, snuggled together in thick blankets on the couch. It was a Friday night, and percussive music from some party down the hall thrummed through the thin walls. But forget parties when you could have a nice thriller movie-marathon in at home, Teddy told her. Halloween was still two months off, but it was never too early for Teddy, horror buff that he was.
Take-out was strewn on the common room table, and their red cups with mixed drinks were three-quarters empty, but there was plenty of liquor left. He was definitely looking forward to the chill part of their Netflix & chill night.
Teddy took another sip of his rum and coke before flicking his storm-cloud eyes his girl's way, watching her talk to her best friend with a mixture of annoyance and relish. Annoyance because she'd been on this call for too long, and relish because -- well. Look at her. Sometimes he was still surprised he'd managed to win her over all those years ago. They'd been through hell together and come out of it on the other side. He was so goddamn lucky.
But that didn't stop him from mouthing: Wrap. It. Up!
"Yeah, yeah I know." Billie said, looking over at her boyfriend with a smile as she feigned a little eye roll while she chatted with her friend Riley. They chatted often though this time probably wasn't the best since she had been enjoying snuggling up on the couch with her boyfriend but her college gal pal decided now was the best time to have a lengthy chat.
Billie paced around her boyfriends dorm, it wasn't an entirely big space, the two bedrooms, bathroom and a somewhat opening living space with a tiny kitchen setup. It was messier than hers, the typical guys just leaving everything about.
But she was pacing around and talking a little lower than usual with Riley since her friend on the other end of the line was going on about things that weren't exactly the kindest to her boyfriend. Her friend was trying to get her to be more out going, more social and to…. Well explore. She didn't exactly approve of her boyfriend, thinking that Billie could do so much better than him.
Riley just just wanted people to be as free and liberated as she was. She had seen how settling down with your High School sweetheart turned out for her parents and Billie and Teddy were worse! They'd been together as a couple before they even knew what being a couple meant!
So lately Riley had been telling Billie all about the parties on and around campus along with all the hot guys that she could easily hook up with and that Teddy would never find out. Billie had remained defiant but Riley kept going on and on and at times with some of the guys she showed her and the stories about them…. Well her mind would drift at times.
"Well we can see about next weekend if that's when the next party is." Billie told her. "Anyways, I gotta go, we can catch up and chat another time." She said before finally hanging up and bouncing over to her boyfriend, giving him a soft kiss before lying down with him again.
"I'm sorry about that baby, she really just wants us to get out more so I said we'd look at going to a party next weekend." She said with a smile, grinding gently back against Teddy, her short shorts leaving a lot of her pale skin exposed.
Teddy had no idea what Riley was talking to Billie about, and would have had a thermonuclear meltdown if he did. He'd never been a big fan of Billie's new, worldly college friend. Though, to be fair, it had never stopped him from checking her out now and again.
But any annoyance Teddy felt about Riley and Billie's chat evaporated when his girl sidled up against him. He could feel her wonderfully soft curves and the heat of her body through the thin layers of clothing, and couldn't help but smile. This was home.
"Yeah," Teddy offered on her suggestion they got to a party. "Maybe so." That was always his half-assed, indecisive answer to going out and doing things. Maybe so. Except they never did. There was always some reason not to for Teddy.
The college junior glanced down at his girl's bare legs with their elegant ink. He reached around her to lay a hand on her lower belly to push her ass closer to him. His prick stiffened in his clothes. Maybe they could keep this movie paused just a little longer....
And then? Then the door rattled. Teddy startled, years of PTSD kicking in, his eyes going to that knob like a fucking hawk. But it opened and it was just -- Oliver. Square-jawed, tattooed Oliver in his leather jacket and white v-neck tee and tight black jeans.
Teddy had only known Oli for a month, but though they were as different as night and day, they'd gotten along alright. Mostly that was because Oli had been gone most of the time, off playing gigs or partying. And when he was back at the suite, there was usually a girl with him.
Or under him.
"Oh, hey you two," the rocker said with an upnod, brow furrowed. "Shit, I'm interrupting, aren't I?" He squinted, as if to make sure everyone's clothes were still on.
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This can go a lot of different ways but theme wise very much into a cheating theme.
Would love to hear more character ideas too. I'm thinking there would be a bunch of males that our main gal will work her way through and fuck with.
Some range of characters would be her friend group, guys and gals…. people at college, fellow students and teachers…. The old bully that raped her and beat up her boyfriend….. boyfriends friend, boyfriends workplace colleagues or boss.
I'm thinking after she's cheated and fucked initially, that the best friend maybe let's the friend group know and in on it, perhaps telling the guys to go after her.
Some random scene ideas
- The girlfriend having some phone sex or something with her boyfriend while in reality she's sucking another man's cock but she's saying it's just a dildo or something to him
- I'm thinking there would be a few parties, one that they boyfriend attends so her friend has the idea of a type of trust type game. Where they see if he trusts her as she 'pretends' to fool around with a guy or two where the boyfriend has his vision blocked by either blindfolds or a towel that would obstruct his view. Or by the girlfriend and a guy disappearing to the next room
Essentially, our characters have been together since they were kids. Like they've known each other for like a little over ten years and have been a couple before they even understood what that was. The girlfriend is pretty, outgoing, and adventurous. While her boyfriend is more shy, quiet, and introverted. Add in a shared school bully that picked on them, the guy mostly, but she got caught in the crossfire and earned her share of abuse by trying to defend her boyfriend. This even culminated in a brutal attack at prom that put her boyfriend in the hospital and she nearly or got raped by the bully who got a couple of years prison/juvie out of it.
Fast forward a couple of years and they've graduated high school, recovered from the trauma they shared, and have become even more tightly bound together. A bit of codependency even with her finding comfort from her boyfriend as her rock while he needs yours to have the courage to experience a bit of life. They've moved off to college, share a small rent house paid for by the boyfriends parents, and are finishing their first year of college. They both have part-time jobs to pay the bills.
So, during this year the boyfriend hasn't done much of anything but school, work, and hanging around the house. The girlfriend though has gone out, made friends, and begun to really regain some of that old adventurous spirit she had prior to the bullying. She's even gotten herself a best friend, Jennifer, who thinks she's wasting her time with her boyfriend and that he is holding her back. College is about having fun, going wild, and experimenting. Not acting like an old married couple. The fact that she has never been or even kissed anyone else in her life is just appalling to her. So, she begins pushing and pushing for her to see what she's missing at least. Meet a friend of hers, make out with him and maybe give him a blow job or even fuck him. After enough convincing, she finally gives in and agrees to meet with the guy.
As expected, she does, and despite some awkwardness, at first, she gets super turned on when she sees his bigger dick. She basically discovers she has a serious thing about a more built guy, bigger dick and someone who is more dominant that gets her really kind of lust drunk. If Jennifer doesn't stop her she would have surely slept with him but she can pull her friend out so she could make a rational choice about it. So sweet of her uh? Well, it doesn't take long before the girlfriend comes to realize that she just can't stop thinking about it and wants to try more. And so Jennifer comes up with a new kinky plan. One she is probably hoping will break up the couple but doesn't work out how she plans.
At this point though, it might be more fun for her to discover her plan through in character interaction?
Suffice it to say, the small intimate party broadens her horizons without her boyfriend actually figuring out what is going on.
Starter for the prompt - ( can be changed)
"What are you afraid of, Billie?" Elise asked, a slight grin on her lips as she looked at her best friend. "I know you can't stop staring at Brian. Just invite him over!"
Elise grabbed Billie's phone, flipping it towards her and typing something out on the phone.
*Hey, Brian! Elise and I are at my place tonight, having a few drinks and relaxing. Why don't you swing by and have a few with us?*
"Elise, stop it!" Billie protested, though her grab for the phone was entirely too late to prevent the message from being sent. "I have not been staring at him!" she almost whined, an outright lie that she tried telling herself and her friend.
Snatching her phone, she blushed at the message, glaring at Elise. In response, Elise simply smiled cutely. "What?" she asked, acting all innocent, "It's not like anything will happen with *me* here, right??"
"Right," Billie confirms fervently, though visions of how to get Elise go home suddenly flash in her fantasies. Fantasies she'd never indulge in, of course. Still, she couldn't help but glance at her phone while she took another drink.
Elise was bouncing a little on the couch there next to her in her growing excitement. "Of course and if it all goes bad, then not another peep out of me about it! I swear," she said solemnly while crossing her heart with two of her fingers. "Cross my heart and hope to die!"
"Great! And he's free, he'll drop whatever he has going on and get his ass here," Elise was saying as she looked down at the reply on Billie's phone. There was a big smile on her face though while she was doing it.
"And don't worry, your lousy boyfriend will never know and this just will stay between us until you say otherwise," Elise went on to say as she put her phone down in her lap. As if for some reason she'd suddenly realize that Caleb was a mistake and would give her the credit for 'setting her straight' with their friends.
"And I'm here for moral support," Elise said as she got up to refill their glasses. She wanted to make sure that Billie didn't lose her buzz while waiting. "I have to ask though, how far are you willing to go with this in case things do go ahead?"
She handed the full glass back to Billie as she sat back down. Once more watching her like a hawk even as she nursed her own glass of wine.
"I'm not sure," Billie said, her cheeks flushing a solid pink color as she thought about what Brian might look like completely naked.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, chewing on her bottom lip as she watched Elise fill up her glass of liquid courage.
"I'm more curious than anything. I mean-- Brian is huge," Billie breathed out, feeling the flush of blood go from her cheeks down to her core, and between her legs.
She felt a little bad about being attracted to Brian, but it wasn't love-- it was purely physical. Why shouldn't she know what's out there? She at least had to *see*-- ever since catching the size of his bulge about two weeks ago.
She'd given herself chances to press against Brian when they were all out. Dancing. Lounging around. The riskiest she'd gotten was actually putting her hand on his erection and squeezing it-- that was three days ago.
She flushed at the memory, looking up at Elise as she was given the next drink. This girl was a bad influence, encouraging her-- but at the same time, she was right. Just because Caleb wasn't curious didn't mean *she* shouldn't be.
"I mean, I want to see it, at the very least. I'm not sure what else I'm ready to do. Especially if he's as big as he feels-- christ, Elise. He might break me!"
She quickly took a big pull of the drink, interested in keeping up her own courage as well.
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(Alternative start, this one would involve her boyfriend passing out from a mix of drinking and weed and Billie fucking his roommate)
The final girl's image had been paused on the dorm suite's common room TV screen—mouth frozen mid–scream—for almost twelve minutes now. Teddy Gaines, dressed in a comfortable white T and some gray sweatpants, lay on the couch propped up on one elbow while his girlfriend jabbered on the phone.
They were the sweetest couple, all acknowledged. Their high school yearbook had named them "Most likely to be married in ten years." It was also probably a gesture of sympathy after the fateful events of prom night in their senior year, but there was truth in it. And tonight they seemed determined to earn it, snuggled together in thick blankets on the couch. It was a Friday night, and percussive music from some party down the hall thrummed through the thin walls. But forget parties when you could have a nice thriller movie-marathon in at home, Teddy told her. Halloween was still two months off, but it was never too early for Teddy, horror buff that he was.
Take-out was strewn on the common room table, and their red cups with mixed drinks were three-quarters empty, but there was plenty of liquor left. He was definitely looking forward to the chill part of their Netflix & chill night.
Teddy took another sip of his rum and coke before flicking his storm-cloud eyes his girl's way, watching her talk to her best friend with a mixture of annoyance and relish. Annoyance because she'd been on this call for too long, and relish because -- well. Look at her. Sometimes he was still surprised he'd managed to win her over all those years ago. They'd been through hell together and come out of it on the other side. He was so goddamn lucky.
But that didn't stop him from mouthing: Wrap. It. Up!
"Yeah, yeah I know." Billie said, looking over at her boyfriend with a smile as she feigned a little eye roll while she chatted with her friend Riley. They chatted often though this time probably wasn't the best since she had been enjoying snuggling up on the couch with her boyfriend but her college gal pal decided now was the best time to have a lengthy chat.
Billie paced around her boyfriends dorm, it wasn't an entirely big space, the two bedrooms, bathroom and a somewhat opening living space with a tiny kitchen setup. It was messier than hers, the typical guys just leaving everything about.
But she was pacing around and talking a little lower than usual with Riley since her friend on the other end of the line was going on about things that weren't exactly the kindest to her boyfriend. Her friend was trying to get her to be more out going, more social and to…. Well explore. She didn't exactly approve of her boyfriend, thinking that Billie could do so much better than him.
Riley just just wanted people to be as free and liberated as she was. She had seen how settling down with your High School sweetheart turned out for her parents and Billie and Teddy were worse! They'd been together as a couple before they even knew what being a couple meant!
So lately Riley had been telling Billie all about the parties on and around campus along with all the hot guys that she could easily hook up with and that Teddy would never find out. Billie had remained defiant but Riley kept going on and on and at times with some of the guys she showed her and the stories about them…. Well her mind would drift at times.
"Well we can see about next weekend if that's when the next party is." Billie told her. "Anyways, I gotta go, we can catch up and chat another time." She said before finally hanging up and bouncing over to her boyfriend, giving him a soft kiss before lying down with him again.
"I'm sorry about that baby, she really just wants us to get out more so I said we'd look at going to a party next weekend." She said with a smile, grinding gently back against Teddy, her short shorts leaving a lot of her pale skin exposed.
Teddy had no idea what Riley was talking to Billie about, and would have had a thermonuclear meltdown if he did. He'd never been a big fan of Billie's new, worldly college friend. Though, to be fair, it had never stopped him from checking her out now and again.
But any annoyance Teddy felt about Riley and Billie's chat evaporated when his girl sidled up against him. He could feel her wonderfully soft curves and the heat of her body through the thin layers of clothing, and couldn't help but smile. This was home.
"Yeah," Teddy offered on her suggestion they got to a party. "Maybe so." That was always his half-assed, indecisive answer to going out and doing things. Maybe so. Except they never did. There was always some reason not to for Teddy.
The college junior glanced down at his girl's bare legs with their elegant ink. He reached around her to lay a hand on her lower belly to push her ass closer to him. His prick stiffened in his clothes. Maybe they could keep this movie paused just a little longer....
And then? Then the door rattled. Teddy startled, years of PTSD kicking in, his eyes going to that knob like a fucking hawk. But it opened and it was just -- Oliver. Square-jawed, tattooed Oliver in his leather jacket and white v-neck tee and tight black jeans.
Teddy had only known Oli for a month, but though they were as different as night and day, they'd gotten along alright. Mostly that was because Oli had been gone most of the time, off playing gigs or partying. And when he was back at the suite, there was usually a girl with him.
Or under him.
"Oh, hey you two," the rocker said with an upnod, brow furrowed. "Shit, I'm interrupting, aren't I?" He squinted, as if to make sure everyone's clothes were still on.
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This can go a lot of different ways but theme wise very much into a cheating theme.
Would love to hear more character ideas too. I'm thinking there would be a bunch of males that our main gal will work her way through and fuck with.
Some range of characters would be her friend group, guys and gals…. people at college, fellow students and teachers…. The old bully that raped her and beat up her boyfriend….. boyfriends friend, boyfriends workplace colleagues or boss.
I'm thinking after she's cheated and fucked initially, that the best friend maybe let's the friend group know and in on it, perhaps telling the guys to go after her.
Some random scene ideas
- The girlfriend having some phone sex or something with her boyfriend while in reality she's sucking another man's cock but she's saying it's just a dildo or something to him
- I'm thinking there would be a few parties, one that they boyfriend attends so her friend has the idea of a type of trust type game. Where they see if he trusts her as she 'pretends' to fool around with a guy or two where the boyfriend has his vision blocked by either blindfolds or a towel that would obstruct his view. Or by the girlfriend and a guy disappearing to the next room
Ariana Kellers sat on the floor in front of the mirror, doing her makeup. The music was blasting loudly and next to her she had her friend Victoria, who was taking a break from doing her makeup to refill both their glasses with vodka. They were already a little intoxicated, but Ariana miraculously managed to do a good job with her make up. She put the mascara back in her make up bag and leaned back a little, her palms pressed into the floor, watching her job as she made a few faces to herself in the mirror, trying to look sexy.
"Do you think this is too much?" she asked Vicki, glancing at her in the mirror as she ran a hand down her side of the short, tight yellow dress she wore. To make it a little more casual she wore a pair of white air forces.
Vicki looked at her with a smirk, letting her eyes run down Ari's body. "Nah, you're good," she assured her.
"You sure?" Ariana said, leaning back a little more to lift one leg up a little, the movement exposing the red thong that was the only underwear she wore. They both burst out laughing. "Girl, I'll cheers to that," Vicki said and they lifted their glasses.
Truth be told, Ariana had only befriended Vicki because of her connections, but she actually enjoyed her company as well as the benefits of Camille's network. Like tonight, they were going to a party where Victoria had gotten them invited to a party at LeBron James's(!) house.
It would be embarrassing to say out loud, but this was exactly the reason why Ariana had moved to LA. Back home in New York she'd enjoyed the attention of the tabloids a little as a partying socialite, not exactly making her parents proud, but she'd found how much she loved the attention. So here she was, pursuing the sweet life of fortune and fame as an aspiring actress and model. Already she'd starred in a Netflix movie that had actually been a bit successful, but right now she wasn't getting a lot of call backs from auditions.
So she'd come up with a different plan to reach her goal. She needed nothing more than to get the LA tabloids to write about her. That's why this party wasn't only pleasure to Ariana, it was business.
The pair arrived in an Uber and walked up to the huge mansion that seemed to be booming with people judging from the loud music and buzzing sound of drunk people talking. Vicki turned back and mimed so hot, at Ariana once they'd been greeted by the host himself. Ari bit her lip and nodded chuckling, then mimed back the same two words.
By the hand, Victoria led her to the dance floor immediately where they found a few of Victoria's friends. The two were already a little drunk and danced up to them, giving them hugs, before they started dancing. Over the music, Ariana kept a conversation as her hips swayed with the music, but her mind was elsewhere. Scanning the room, she checked out the people present. There were a lot of famous or semi famous people there. Actors, models, you name it. Nearby a group of NBA players stood, and Ariana could name most of them. She did her homework, all right?
Just as she locked eyes with one of them, her girlfriends almost screamed as the music changed to a song they loved. Ariana chuckled, also pumped for killing the dance floor to the song. She didn't lose eye contact just yet though. "Hey, sleeves," she called at the tatted one of them, even though she was well aware that his name was Tyson Betts, "catch!" She threw him her handbag to hold, giving him a wink before turning towards her friends to dance unrestricted by her bag. And hopefully with the attention of the new up and coming star of The Suns.
And dance they did. Ariana knew how to move and it was almost obvious that the group were all actresses, because they were for sure putting on a show.
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So I guess overall what I'd mainly like for the socialite bratty type girl and her adventures in the life of glitz and glamour. I’d like for her to strive towards being famous, to being a bit star, of wanting success and in the story we can show ways she can try and get to that. Plenty of options and I'm open to hearing more!
I think she'll be hungry and eager for more fame, to move up in the world and do whatever it takes.
"Do you think this is too much?" she asked Vicki, glancing at her in the mirror as she ran a hand down her side of the short, tight yellow dress she wore. To make it a little more casual she wore a pair of white air forces.
Vicki looked at her with a smirk, letting her eyes run down Ari's body. "Nah, you're good," she assured her.
"You sure?" Ariana said, leaning back a little more to lift one leg up a little, the movement exposing the red thong that was the only underwear she wore. They both burst out laughing. "Girl, I'll cheers to that," Vicki said and they lifted their glasses.
Truth be told, Ariana had only befriended Vicki because of her connections, but she actually enjoyed her company as well as the benefits of Camille's network. Like tonight, they were going to a party where Victoria had gotten them invited to a party at LeBron James's(!) house.
It would be embarrassing to say out loud, but this was exactly the reason why Ariana had moved to LA. Back home in New York she'd enjoyed the attention of the tabloids a little as a partying socialite, not exactly making her parents proud, but she'd found how much she loved the attention. So here she was, pursuing the sweet life of fortune and fame as an aspiring actress and model. Already she'd starred in a Netflix movie that had actually been a bit successful, but right now she wasn't getting a lot of call backs from auditions.
So she'd come up with a different plan to reach her goal. She needed nothing more than to get the LA tabloids to write about her. That's why this party wasn't only pleasure to Ariana, it was business.
The pair arrived in an Uber and walked up to the huge mansion that seemed to be booming with people judging from the loud music and buzzing sound of drunk people talking. Vicki turned back and mimed so hot, at Ariana once they'd been greeted by the host himself. Ari bit her lip and nodded chuckling, then mimed back the same two words.
By the hand, Victoria led her to the dance floor immediately where they found a few of Victoria's friends. The two were already a little drunk and danced up to them, giving them hugs, before they started dancing. Over the music, Ariana kept a conversation as her hips swayed with the music, but her mind was elsewhere. Scanning the room, she checked out the people present. There were a lot of famous or semi famous people there. Actors, models, you name it. Nearby a group of NBA players stood, and Ariana could name most of them. She did her homework, all right?
Just as she locked eyes with one of them, her girlfriends almost screamed as the music changed to a song they loved. Ariana chuckled, also pumped for killing the dance floor to the song. She didn't lose eye contact just yet though. "Hey, sleeves," she called at the tatted one of them, even though she was well aware that his name was Tyson Betts, "catch!" She threw him her handbag to hold, giving him a wink before turning towards her friends to dance unrestricted by her bag. And hopefully with the attention of the new up and coming star of The Suns.
And dance they did. Ariana knew how to move and it was almost obvious that the group were all actresses, because they were for sure putting on a show.
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So I guess overall what I'd mainly like for the socialite bratty type girl and her adventures in the life of glitz and glamour. I’d like for her to strive towards being famous, to being a bit star, of wanting success and in the story we can show ways she can try and get to that. Plenty of options and I'm open to hearing more!
I think she'll be hungry and eager for more fame, to move up in the world and do whatever it takes.
“I can’t believe it’s been three months already,” Billie said to the camera, smiling warmly. On the screen, her boyfriend let out a laugh.
“Almost halfway through the year.” Tyler said in response. The blond young man looked just like she remembered him, skinny, bright eyed, with brown eyes behind his glasses. “So when are you going to come visit me?”
“Soon,” she promised. “As soon as school calms down enough. And it’s kinda expensive to get tickets. You shouldn’t have moved all the way to the East Coast!” She teased.
Tyler laughed, but she felt a little pang anyway. He looked off camera for a moment, then back to her. “I gotta go, I have loads of homework tonight.”
“Of course you do, you big nerd,” she said, and laughed. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he said back, and then the call ended. Billie stared at the screen for a few minutes longer, feeling pangs of longing, and other needs.
Three months. Three months in college. She had gone to school in California, just a couple hours from their hometown. Tyler, though… they had been high school sweethearts, and she loved him. But he’d taken a college offer for MIT. He was super smart, and she was so proud of him. He’d gotten a scholarship to MIT. But now he was all the way in Massachusetts, and she missed him. With the time difference and how much work he was doing it felt like she barely even got to talk to him. It sucked.
They’d been together for two years. She’d taken his virginity, fumbling around as teenagers. Now she was nineteen, away at college for the first time, and Tyler wasn’t there with her. He was always insanely smart, and she wasn’t really surprised that he’d gotten into such an incredible school, while she was in a generic CSU. But it still hurt, a lot. The day he’d told her where he was going she had been so happy for him, but the reality of the situation settled in on her like a weight.
She didn’t have much time to sulk alone, though. A few moments later her roommate bounced into her room. Lexi was a freshman, too, and she was, in many ways, Billie’s opposite. Petite and blonde, outgoing and bubbly, and often excited about things. She had definitely been enjoying the new freedoms she had found here, even though their college was in her hometown she had moved out of her family’s place as soon as possible.
“Billie!” She practically cheered. “Please tell me you’re not doing homework tonight”
The dark-haired girl shrugged, looking embarrassed. “I have a paper due next week-”
Lexi cut her off. “Then you have plenty of time to work on it. Come on! The football team won a big game tonight and there’s a party over at Dave’s place.” Dave was a junior, a fratboy over at Delta Xi, and a total party animal. They’d throw an event for any reason, and Lexi would usually be over there, often getting drunk and fucking him loudly in his room during the party. Billie didn’t like him much. He always spent a long time staring at her, even though she wore baggy clothes to try to hide her curves. The parties were even worse. Lots of drunk idiots.
“I don’t know, Lexi,” she responded. “It’s not really my scene. Besides, I think I’m just kinda down about Tyler. I miss him, you know?”
Lexi had to work hard not to roll her eyes. Tyler. They chatted all the fucking time, and it was so gross. They got into fights and Billie got all stressed and mopey for days, then they’d make up and it would be just as bad. She rested her hand on Billie’s shoulder. “Then I think this will be good for you! Just some loud music and dancing and playing drinking games. Come on. For me, just this once? If you hate it, I won’t drag you to another one, I promise!”
Billie had to think about that for a moment. It didn’t seem like she’d have fun. But it would give her an excuse not to go to any more, if Lexi held to her promise. Which she probably wouldn’t. But another Friday night at home watching netflix - or porn - didn’t really sound any better. Her mind took a long moment but she finally spoke.
“Okay, sure. Let’s try it.” Lexi’s face lit up, but as she opened her mouth Billie raised a finger warningly. “But I’m not dressing up for it! Not a chance.” Lexi pouted, but the pout still turned into a smile as she raced out of her roommate’s room.
So lately I've been really in the mood for a young girl being corrupted and becoming more free and wild along with a bunch of cheating. So this is a prompt within the realm of that which she will become more and more open to things and grow into a slut and get up to plenty of fun adventures through the campus.
Also down for different spins on it, just craving a college setting and similar themes right now.
“Almost halfway through the year.” Tyler said in response. The blond young man looked just like she remembered him, skinny, bright eyed, with brown eyes behind his glasses. “So when are you going to come visit me?”
“Soon,” she promised. “As soon as school calms down enough. And it’s kinda expensive to get tickets. You shouldn’t have moved all the way to the East Coast!” She teased.
Tyler laughed, but she felt a little pang anyway. He looked off camera for a moment, then back to her. “I gotta go, I have loads of homework tonight.”
“Of course you do, you big nerd,” she said, and laughed. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he said back, and then the call ended. Billie stared at the screen for a few minutes longer, feeling pangs of longing, and other needs.
Three months. Three months in college. She had gone to school in California, just a couple hours from their hometown. Tyler, though… they had been high school sweethearts, and she loved him. But he’d taken a college offer for MIT. He was super smart, and she was so proud of him. He’d gotten a scholarship to MIT. But now he was all the way in Massachusetts, and she missed him. With the time difference and how much work he was doing it felt like she barely even got to talk to him. It sucked.
They’d been together for two years. She’d taken his virginity, fumbling around as teenagers. Now she was nineteen, away at college for the first time, and Tyler wasn’t there with her. He was always insanely smart, and she wasn’t really surprised that he’d gotten into such an incredible school, while she was in a generic CSU. But it still hurt, a lot. The day he’d told her where he was going she had been so happy for him, but the reality of the situation settled in on her like a weight.
She didn’t have much time to sulk alone, though. A few moments later her roommate bounced into her room. Lexi was a freshman, too, and she was, in many ways, Billie’s opposite. Petite and blonde, outgoing and bubbly, and often excited about things. She had definitely been enjoying the new freedoms she had found here, even though their college was in her hometown she had moved out of her family’s place as soon as possible.
“Billie!” She practically cheered. “Please tell me you’re not doing homework tonight”
The dark-haired girl shrugged, looking embarrassed. “I have a paper due next week-”
Lexi cut her off. “Then you have plenty of time to work on it. Come on! The football team won a big game tonight and there’s a party over at Dave’s place.” Dave was a junior, a fratboy over at Delta Xi, and a total party animal. They’d throw an event for any reason, and Lexi would usually be over there, often getting drunk and fucking him loudly in his room during the party. Billie didn’t like him much. He always spent a long time staring at her, even though she wore baggy clothes to try to hide her curves. The parties were even worse. Lots of drunk idiots.
“I don’t know, Lexi,” she responded. “It’s not really my scene. Besides, I think I’m just kinda down about Tyler. I miss him, you know?”
Lexi had to work hard not to roll her eyes. Tyler. They chatted all the fucking time, and it was so gross. They got into fights and Billie got all stressed and mopey for days, then they’d make up and it would be just as bad. She rested her hand on Billie’s shoulder. “Then I think this will be good for you! Just some loud music and dancing and playing drinking games. Come on. For me, just this once? If you hate it, I won’t drag you to another one, I promise!”
Billie had to think about that for a moment. It didn’t seem like she’d have fun. But it would give her an excuse not to go to any more, if Lexi held to her promise. Which she probably wouldn’t. But another Friday night at home watching netflix - or porn - didn’t really sound any better. Her mind took a long moment but she finally spoke.
“Okay, sure. Let’s try it.” Lexi’s face lit up, but as she opened her mouth Billie raised a finger warningly. “But I’m not dressing up for it! Not a chance.” Lexi pouted, but the pout still turned into a smile as she raced out of her roommate’s room.
So lately I've been really in the mood for a young girl being corrupted and becoming more free and wild along with a bunch of cheating. So this is a prompt within the realm of that which she will become more and more open to things and grow into a slut and get up to plenty of fun adventures through the campus.
Also down for different spins on it, just craving a college setting and similar themes right now.
As usual, Billie left the school building much more speedily, than she had entered it.
The day, so far at least, had been shit. But that wasn't really a surprise. Sometimes it seemed to her, that her whole life was on a slowly, but steadily spiraling downhill.
If pressured to mark the point, where it got really bad, she probably would have named two dates: The day her father lost his job and the day where he (and the rest of the world) had noticed her tits.
Her family had always been on the lower end of the social ladder, but after her dad was laid off, his lack of income, paired with a gambling habit that got slowly out of hand, had made things worse.
It also ment, that he spent a lot more time at home...Enough time, to ogle Billie. Or at least certain parts of her.
On a vague, theoretical level, she was aware that her body (that poetically inclined people might have called "voluptuous") was something someone could be proud off. And the looks of obvious envy in the eyes of her female classmates seemed to support that idea. Yet, she would have preferred not to be the target of the kind of looks she got all too often.
The rest of her appearance of course, was rarely the source of envy. Neither her (mostly second-hand) clothes, carefully picked to cover as much of her as possible, without looking like an amish-girl, nor the blue dyed hair or her face, that seemed to be the epitome of "You would be prettier, if you smiled more often".
Quickly, the girl jumped down the stairs, pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the old army jackett she had thrown over, to hide the curves her tanktop failed spectaculary to conceal, and then strode leisurely towards the street, where she dropped her backpack under a tree, lit her cigarette and waited.
Corey had offered to pick her up after school and, by god, she could use some wanted attention today. After an uncomfortable breakfast, an abyssmal schoolday with teachers who either stared at her chest or berated her about her slipping grades (or both), she desperately needed something to calm down. Also she liked to avoid getting home before her mother returned from one of the three jobs she had to do.
Better to spent the day literally anywhere else, than alone with her dad.
So Billie stood there, leaning against the tree, smoking and looking for her boyfriends car.
Billie watched as Corey pulled on up. She had mixed feelings about seeing him today. The whole day had been a complete shit-show. Her dad had been nagging her about getting a job. And her mother was barley home to say anything. The woman is too busy screwing her boss. Sooner or later the truth would come out. It always does. Aside from that, she was not doing too well in one of her classes. Mr. Williams suggested she stay after school once a week to catch up. She didn’t want to but she needed that class to graduate.
She flicked her cigarette and walked on over. “Hey.” She opened the door and got in. “It was fine.” She shrugged, placing her back pack by her feet. Corey was an odd person. He would reach out then pull away. Their relationship wasn’t stable. But she liked him. He was not some highschool boy who looked away when they talked to you. No, he was a nice change of pace. Maybe that’s why she liked being around him. Of course it sucked when he went off to work. But he liked to keep busy.
She couldn’t wait to graduate and get away from this hell hole. Away from her so called parents. She wasn’t sure if Corey would still be around when she graduated? It would be nice if he was. But she didn’t have high hopes. She took a deep breath, looking over at him. “Your place?” She asked, giving him a small smile. Maybe they could start a movie and actually finish it this time. But it would hard if his roommate was around. She didn’t talk to him much. He was too cocky. It was annoying, but she dealt with it.
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So this story idea is revolving around a young, maybe high school aged alternative/goth type girl. She's from a poor, abusive home and is struggling to get by. I'd like to explore her life, maybe going through her downwards spiral and she can't help but get abused and used by her father, her older boyfriend, his friends, a teacher, drug dealer. Feel free to bring me more characters idea and flesh out the ones I have. Also think an addiction to sex and drinking, drugs will occur.
The day, so far at least, had been shit. But that wasn't really a surprise. Sometimes it seemed to her, that her whole life was on a slowly, but steadily spiraling downhill.
If pressured to mark the point, where it got really bad, she probably would have named two dates: The day her father lost his job and the day where he (and the rest of the world) had noticed her tits.
Her family had always been on the lower end of the social ladder, but after her dad was laid off, his lack of income, paired with a gambling habit that got slowly out of hand, had made things worse.
It also ment, that he spent a lot more time at home...Enough time, to ogle Billie. Or at least certain parts of her.
On a vague, theoretical level, she was aware that her body (that poetically inclined people might have called "voluptuous") was something someone could be proud off. And the looks of obvious envy in the eyes of her female classmates seemed to support that idea. Yet, she would have preferred not to be the target of the kind of looks she got all too often.
The rest of her appearance of course, was rarely the source of envy. Neither her (mostly second-hand) clothes, carefully picked to cover as much of her as possible, without looking like an amish-girl, nor the blue dyed hair or her face, that seemed to be the epitome of "You would be prettier, if you smiled more often".
Quickly, the girl jumped down the stairs, pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the old army jackett she had thrown over, to hide the curves her tanktop failed spectaculary to conceal, and then strode leisurely towards the street, where she dropped her backpack under a tree, lit her cigarette and waited.
Corey had offered to pick her up after school and, by god, she could use some wanted attention today. After an uncomfortable breakfast, an abyssmal schoolday with teachers who either stared at her chest or berated her about her slipping grades (or both), she desperately needed something to calm down. Also she liked to avoid getting home before her mother returned from one of the three jobs she had to do.
Better to spent the day literally anywhere else, than alone with her dad.
So Billie stood there, leaning against the tree, smoking and looking for her boyfriends car.
Billie watched as Corey pulled on up. She had mixed feelings about seeing him today. The whole day had been a complete shit-show. Her dad had been nagging her about getting a job. And her mother was barley home to say anything. The woman is too busy screwing her boss. Sooner or later the truth would come out. It always does. Aside from that, she was not doing too well in one of her classes. Mr. Williams suggested she stay after school once a week to catch up. She didn’t want to but she needed that class to graduate.
She flicked her cigarette and walked on over. “Hey.” She opened the door and got in. “It was fine.” She shrugged, placing her back pack by her feet. Corey was an odd person. He would reach out then pull away. Their relationship wasn’t stable. But she liked him. He was not some highschool boy who looked away when they talked to you. No, he was a nice change of pace. Maybe that’s why she liked being around him. Of course it sucked when he went off to work. But he liked to keep busy.
She couldn’t wait to graduate and get away from this hell hole. Away from her so called parents. She wasn’t sure if Corey would still be around when she graduated? It would be nice if he was. But she didn’t have high hopes. She took a deep breath, looking over at him. “Your place?” She asked, giving him a small smile. Maybe they could start a movie and actually finish it this time. But it would hard if his roommate was around. She didn’t talk to him much. He was too cocky. It was annoying, but she dealt with it.
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So this story idea is revolving around a young, maybe high school aged alternative/goth type girl. She's from a poor, abusive home and is struggling to get by. I'd like to explore her life, maybe going through her downwards spiral and she can't help but get abused and used by her father, her older boyfriend, his friends, a teacher, drug dealer. Feel free to bring me more characters idea and flesh out the ones I have. Also think an addiction to sex and drinking, drugs will occur.
In truth, Liam had grown a little bored with the party not long after he had gotten there. The music was loud but it was the typical music that one heard at such parties and he didn’t feel like dancing to the typical generic pop that was on. Most of the people there were already drunk and acting stupid, trying to get into fights, daring people to drink more, trying to find a girl to fuck. Which made sense at most parties, it was a party filled with mostly high schoolers and that made his job of selling them drugs all the more easier. In truth the only thing that did appeal in the house was the vast quantities of alcohol that had been put out and the fine young women that were catching his eye. He wasn't sure what number of drinks he was up to now, carrying around an expensive bottle of whiskey that he had taken from some kid that was so wasted out of his mind he didn't even notice. He was making his way through the house, simply observing the people around him. He noticed that people outside had got the fire pit started up.
He had lost his friends early on in the night. Coming to this party had been their idea, though most nights Liam found himself enjoying the nightlife in the south side of town. For him and his mates it was all about slumming, Something about lowering themselves to a social level that they viewed as lower than even them, drinking with them, and otherwise making fools of themselves seemed to satisfy something in them that they perceived as unfulfilled, as though rebelling against the usual norms and expectations by acting as such was a missing piece to a puzzle for them.
For Liam however it was a bit complex. He wasn’t sure if he was looking to fill some incomplete part of himself. Or if he was purely addicted to this lifestyle now, the drinking, the drugs, the money and the girls. He enjoyed it. At places like this, no one really knew him or his past, or anything about him really… he was free to be wild and do whatever he wanted. Things were a lot less complicated when he was doing this stuff.
The night was just cool enough to be comfortable with his attire. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans that had multiple rips through them, a regular black t-shirt that fitted tightly enough to showcase his lean and muscular frame while also showing his tattooed arms. A thick pair of black combat boots were also worn, giving his already tall frame a couple more inches. He had a nostril ring piercing along with his ears gauged but not to an extreme size, the jewellery also was in black, suiting his entire aesthetic.
He made his way outside for a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He knew it was a bad habit but in truth… he didn’t care enough not to do it. His entire life was one big bad habit.
He ran a hand through his hair, making sure it was kept in place in his slicked back undercut before he pulled a lighter from his pocket, he lit the cigarette as he approached the fire, standing over it, feeling the heat of the flames against his face as he took a drag from the cigarette and let out the smoke before looking over at one of the girls that was sitting there which he gave a soft smile, noticing her colourfully dyed hair.
"Enjoying your night?" He asked.
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Billie was not born into an easy life. She was a trailer park girl growing up that moved more frequently than she remember since she was a little girl. Little did she know that was generally due to her Dad constantly relocating to evade the police. He was a marijuana grower by trade, and he made a great amount of money selling it to street dealers who did the foot work for him. That would all drastically change one night when her dad finally got busted, and after getting a lengthy sentencing based on how many plants were found and various other charges that were stacked up..off to prison he went. She was about 6 when they took him, and she had not seen him since.
Her mother wasn't exactly that much better. She cared and looked out for Billie, but she also got caught up in her bi-polar disorder and chasing dick more than she chased a stable environment for her daughter. It was far too frequently that Billie would be taking care of herself by the age of 8 when her mother was either working her late night waitressing job or when her mom would get too drunk and high...passing out and leaving Billie to fend for herself. She was growing up fast....way too fast for her personality and brain to develop in the way it probably should have. To make matters worse, she was gorgeous, and the types of men her mother attracted were not always the greatest of people. Sure, her mom would meet a few decent guys that showed Billie how to take care of herself a little better, but those were far and few between and her mom's relationships never lasted. The good guys her mom met left an impression, but it was the bad ones that would overshadow and develop Billie's personality.
She lost her virginity to one of her moms boyfriends one late night when he was drunk and her mom was passed out, and it was definitely not a consensual thing. She was almost 11 when she was deflowered, her cries and squeals falling on deaf ears of her mom that was completely passed out in the next room. Billie cried herself to sleep that night, and it wouldn't be the last time she was violated. Her mom did find out rather quickly about what her then boyfriend did to her daughter, and he was promptly broken up with, but nothing else was done about it. The man just got away with it when her mom never reported anything and just told Billie to keep it to herself for fear of police getting involved in their life again.
It wouldn't be the last time though her mom would bring some lowlife home that would hang around for a while. On several more occasions Billie was violated once mommy was passed out again, and eventually Billie just started keeping her mouth shut about it. Subconsciously the sexual abuse, the physical abuse, the lack of supervision, the desperation for real attention and the inherited bi-polar disorder was shaping Billie into a confused messed up teenager. By 14 she had already had sex with a few men, all of them too old for her. It was during those years that one of her moms recent ex-boyfriends would come over to the trailer at night to watch porn with her...and have sex. This guy had a thing for cumshots, and with his young impressionable toy he found in his ex-girlfriends daughter, it wasn't too hard to train her into a facial taker and a cum swallower. Between the acts in porn and an older man's agenda to unload his balls on this 14 year old, it wasn't long before Billie just assumed it was part of the process when any other girl her age and older would find it disgusting. It was nasty at first, but she learned to tolerate it.
She was confused, already breaking mentally and needed help out of a hopeless situation. Things finally took a turn for the better, once her Aunt found out about a lot of the things that were going on, but much damage had already been done. Billie's aunt got her out of her moms house and moved her to another state, but so much damage had already been done. She was smoking pot to ease the pain she didn't even know she had, floating through life, getting tattoos, piercings....and still having sex with men that she shouldn't be, like her tattoo artist that was trading her free tattoos for pussy.
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Billie was freshly 17 now, had no contact with either of her parents and as confused as a teen could be from her experiences growing up. One thing was certain though, she was hot, with an incredible body that most girls her age would kill to have. She did have a large set of breasts that were far more developed than practically all other girls her age along with it she had a killer ass, flat stomach, pretty face and a wicked attitude. She was certainly one of the tougher girls in school, but inside she was just a broken damaged little girl still. Billie didn't exactly fit in with any particular social group at school, which landed herself as being part of the outcasts and freaks. Nobody dared mess with her though, at least...not since she beat the hell out of Angela AND Tina (two of the head cheerleaders) after school one day for talking shit about her. That event was definitely the day she got instant respect around the school, the detention she got was minor in comparison. She was a D student at best, not because she was dumb, but she had such a hard time paying attention and retaining book knowledge. She was fairly street smart, but that didn't pass tests. She had been placed on medications multiple times and had multiple counselors, but she never took her meds and she stopped meeting with her "shrinks that were pointless"....as she liked to put it. Her aunt couldn't control her, and really didn't even know how to with Billie frequently sneaking off and going for rides with biker guys she would meet. The only thing her aunt was able to do was force a birth control implant on her, Billie couldn't be counted on taking medication, and with her tendencies to sneak out her aunt did what she could do to protect from an unplanned pregnancy. All in all, Billie didn't fully realize how messed up she really was
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Saturday night, it was the typical night most high school hours parties were thrown and this weekend was no different. This was a particularly large party that attracted kids from nearly all social groups at school, and Billie was not one to miss a party very often. It was the weekend, so Billie and a few of her friends that were notably hotter "outcasts" got the text message a party was going down, making their way to the address that came into the house, mingled a bit and had a few drinks. While Billie's friends stayed inside, she took a break from the loud noises of party goers that tended to give her anxiety after a while and went outside towards the firepit that was lit in the backyard. Taking a seat by herself near the fire, she wore an extremely short black skirt that night, a red thong, matching small lace bra, a blue spaghetti strap tank top and heels. Her skirt hiked up as she crossed her legs and sat on cheap lawn chair that was set up, a skirt so short that if anybody was to look at the right angle there would be just a hint of red panties on display, despite her legs being crossed. Her tattooes were all mostly visible, along with her blue hair that was down.
Billie sat alone for at least 10 minutes, getting lost in the back of her mind where her past, present and future all swirled together in a confusing mess of thoughts. To her, her mind was blank, but her damaged messy subconscious was turning and doing flip flops. That's when she heard some guy address her, and ask her if she was enjoying her night. She glanced up, snapping out of her trance...when did this guy even get here? She had not even noticed anybody walk up.
Holy....shit.....this guy was HOT. Tattooes everywhere and with aura of bad boy to him, perfect for her. Billie's eyes focused on him and she smiled. "hey..." she said, still wondering where the hell he came from even though he walked up plainly towards here to light a cigarette.
"The nights pretty good, I mean...for a jock party..." she giggled a little, staring at the fire as it flickered before her, she looked back at this stud who was standing a few feet away and adjusted herself to face him a little more "hey...you got an extra cigarette on you?" she said with a mischievous smile on her as she scanned over this guy.
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So this story is quite open in ways it can go but will focus on a messed up toxic couple, plenty of dark elements, abuse, cheating and others to explore. I'd also very much enjoy for Billie to encounter and hook up with other characters throughout this story.
He had lost his friends early on in the night. Coming to this party had been their idea, though most nights Liam found himself enjoying the nightlife in the south side of town. For him and his mates it was all about slumming, Something about lowering themselves to a social level that they viewed as lower than even them, drinking with them, and otherwise making fools of themselves seemed to satisfy something in them that they perceived as unfulfilled, as though rebelling against the usual norms and expectations by acting as such was a missing piece to a puzzle for them.
For Liam however it was a bit complex. He wasn’t sure if he was looking to fill some incomplete part of himself. Or if he was purely addicted to this lifestyle now, the drinking, the drugs, the money and the girls. He enjoyed it. At places like this, no one really knew him or his past, or anything about him really… he was free to be wild and do whatever he wanted. Things were a lot less complicated when he was doing this stuff.
The night was just cool enough to be comfortable with his attire. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans that had multiple rips through them, a regular black t-shirt that fitted tightly enough to showcase his lean and muscular frame while also showing his tattooed arms. A thick pair of black combat boots were also worn, giving his already tall frame a couple more inches. He had a nostril ring piercing along with his ears gauged but not to an extreme size, the jewellery also was in black, suiting his entire aesthetic.
He made his way outside for a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He knew it was a bad habit but in truth… he didn’t care enough not to do it. His entire life was one big bad habit.
He ran a hand through his hair, making sure it was kept in place in his slicked back undercut before he pulled a lighter from his pocket, he lit the cigarette as he approached the fire, standing over it, feeling the heat of the flames against his face as he took a drag from the cigarette and let out the smoke before looking over at one of the girls that was sitting there which he gave a soft smile, noticing her colourfully dyed hair.
"Enjoying your night?" He asked.
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Billie was not born into an easy life. She was a trailer park girl growing up that moved more frequently than she remember since she was a little girl. Little did she know that was generally due to her Dad constantly relocating to evade the police. He was a marijuana grower by trade, and he made a great amount of money selling it to street dealers who did the foot work for him. That would all drastically change one night when her dad finally got busted, and after getting a lengthy sentencing based on how many plants were found and various other charges that were stacked up..off to prison he went. She was about 6 when they took him, and she had not seen him since.
Her mother wasn't exactly that much better. She cared and looked out for Billie, but she also got caught up in her bi-polar disorder and chasing dick more than she chased a stable environment for her daughter. It was far too frequently that Billie would be taking care of herself by the age of 8 when her mother was either working her late night waitressing job or when her mom would get too drunk and high...passing out and leaving Billie to fend for herself. She was growing up fast....way too fast for her personality and brain to develop in the way it probably should have. To make matters worse, she was gorgeous, and the types of men her mother attracted were not always the greatest of people. Sure, her mom would meet a few decent guys that showed Billie how to take care of herself a little better, but those were far and few between and her mom's relationships never lasted. The good guys her mom met left an impression, but it was the bad ones that would overshadow and develop Billie's personality.
She lost her virginity to one of her moms boyfriends one late night when he was drunk and her mom was passed out, and it was definitely not a consensual thing. She was almost 11 when she was deflowered, her cries and squeals falling on deaf ears of her mom that was completely passed out in the next room. Billie cried herself to sleep that night, and it wouldn't be the last time she was violated. Her mom did find out rather quickly about what her then boyfriend did to her daughter, and he was promptly broken up with, but nothing else was done about it. The man just got away with it when her mom never reported anything and just told Billie to keep it to herself for fear of police getting involved in their life again.
It wouldn't be the last time though her mom would bring some lowlife home that would hang around for a while. On several more occasions Billie was violated once mommy was passed out again, and eventually Billie just started keeping her mouth shut about it. Subconsciously the sexual abuse, the physical abuse, the lack of supervision, the desperation for real attention and the inherited bi-polar disorder was shaping Billie into a confused messed up teenager. By 14 she had already had sex with a few men, all of them too old for her. It was during those years that one of her moms recent ex-boyfriends would come over to the trailer at night to watch porn with her...and have sex. This guy had a thing for cumshots, and with his young impressionable toy he found in his ex-girlfriends daughter, it wasn't too hard to train her into a facial taker and a cum swallower. Between the acts in porn and an older man's agenda to unload his balls on this 14 year old, it wasn't long before Billie just assumed it was part of the process when any other girl her age and older would find it disgusting. It was nasty at first, but she learned to tolerate it.
She was confused, already breaking mentally and needed help out of a hopeless situation. Things finally took a turn for the better, once her Aunt found out about a lot of the things that were going on, but much damage had already been done. Billie's aunt got her out of her moms house and moved her to another state, but so much damage had already been done. She was smoking pot to ease the pain she didn't even know she had, floating through life, getting tattoos, piercings....and still having sex with men that she shouldn't be, like her tattoo artist that was trading her free tattoos for pussy.
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Billie was freshly 17 now, had no contact with either of her parents and as confused as a teen could be from her experiences growing up. One thing was certain though, she was hot, with an incredible body that most girls her age would kill to have. She did have a large set of breasts that were far more developed than practically all other girls her age along with it she had a killer ass, flat stomach, pretty face and a wicked attitude. She was certainly one of the tougher girls in school, but inside she was just a broken damaged little girl still. Billie didn't exactly fit in with any particular social group at school, which landed herself as being part of the outcasts and freaks. Nobody dared mess with her though, at least...not since she beat the hell out of Angela AND Tina (two of the head cheerleaders) after school one day for talking shit about her. That event was definitely the day she got instant respect around the school, the detention she got was minor in comparison. She was a D student at best, not because she was dumb, but she had such a hard time paying attention and retaining book knowledge. She was fairly street smart, but that didn't pass tests. She had been placed on medications multiple times and had multiple counselors, but she never took her meds and she stopped meeting with her "shrinks that were pointless"....as she liked to put it. Her aunt couldn't control her, and really didn't even know how to with Billie frequently sneaking off and going for rides with biker guys she would meet. The only thing her aunt was able to do was force a birth control implant on her, Billie couldn't be counted on taking medication, and with her tendencies to sneak out her aunt did what she could do to protect from an unplanned pregnancy. All in all, Billie didn't fully realize how messed up she really was
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Saturday night, it was the typical night most high school hours parties were thrown and this weekend was no different. This was a particularly large party that attracted kids from nearly all social groups at school, and Billie was not one to miss a party very often. It was the weekend, so Billie and a few of her friends that were notably hotter "outcasts" got the text message a party was going down, making their way to the address that came into the house, mingled a bit and had a few drinks. While Billie's friends stayed inside, she took a break from the loud noises of party goers that tended to give her anxiety after a while and went outside towards the firepit that was lit in the backyard. Taking a seat by herself near the fire, she wore an extremely short black skirt that night, a red thong, matching small lace bra, a blue spaghetti strap tank top and heels. Her skirt hiked up as she crossed her legs and sat on cheap lawn chair that was set up, a skirt so short that if anybody was to look at the right angle there would be just a hint of red panties on display, despite her legs being crossed. Her tattooes were all mostly visible, along with her blue hair that was down.
Billie sat alone for at least 10 minutes, getting lost in the back of her mind where her past, present and future all swirled together in a confusing mess of thoughts. To her, her mind was blank, but her damaged messy subconscious was turning and doing flip flops. That's when she heard some guy address her, and ask her if she was enjoying her night. She glanced up, snapping out of her trance...when did this guy even get here? She had not even noticed anybody walk up.
Holy....shit.....this guy was HOT. Tattooes everywhere and with aura of bad boy to him, perfect for her. Billie's eyes focused on him and she smiled. "hey..." she said, still wondering where the hell he came from even though he walked up plainly towards here to light a cigarette.
"The nights pretty good, I mean...for a jock party..." she giggled a little, staring at the fire as it flickered before her, she looked back at this stud who was standing a few feet away and adjusted herself to face him a little more "hey...you got an extra cigarette on you?" she said with a mischievous smile on her as she scanned over this guy.
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So this story is quite open in ways it can go but will focus on a messed up toxic couple, plenty of dark elements, abuse, cheating and others to explore. I'd also very much enjoy for Billie to encounter and hook up with other characters throughout this story.
Beth Wilson lay in bed, fingering the white gold band adorned by the modest but sparkling diamond that surrounded her ring finger as the dawn light played on its facets from the window. the bedroom was dim, and the sounds of the shower in the next room gave a pleasant wash of white noise. A white t-shirt and black bikini panties were her usual choice of nightwear, though in the sticky heat of summer, she could just as easily forgo either the panties or the shirt, or both.
It had been New Years Eve when Brian proposed, producing the ring as the ball dropped like some kind of romantic comedy. Beth remembered her shock and joy. They'd been dating for only nine months, and had only just met the previous January. So much had changed, and she could scarcely believe that the wedding was in less than four months. Was it too fast? She often asked herself that question, but Brian loved her...and she loved him, too.... but....
A few weeks after the engagement party, Brian had begun an intense partner track program at the marketing firm. The senior partners had taken a liking to him, and one of the partners was retiring soon, so if Brian was able to prove himself over the next year, he would be a shoo-in. It was unthinkable at his young age, only 29, but a partnership at the firm would mean financial security, and he wouldn't have to kill himself anymore pulling 60-70 hour weeks at the office, trying to impress. Beth looked around the modest bedroom of the two bedroom townhouse, briefly imagining the nice house in the hills they might have once he made it. But...in the meantime, their relationship had changed a bit. Exhaustion and stress had taken a toll on Brian's sex drive, and sometimes they would go weeks without much more than a kiss or a brief, tame encounter, which usually devolved into a stress-relieving blowjob for him without much in return. Beth told herself it was just temporary. Once Brian made partner, things would go back to normal. They'd be married, starting a family and without a worry in the world.
Beth listened to the water and her thoughts drifted back to her childhood....
Beth's childhood started normally enough, but as is depressingly common, it didn't stay that way for long. Her mother and father divorced when she was seven, and she found out later about the cheating. Her mother got custody of Beth and her two siblings, and it was a yearly fight for child support from her deadbeat, unreliable father. A string of boyfriends did a varied job of filling that gap, but even the best ones never stuck around for long, as the divorce left her mother a bit bitter, and a drinker besides.
The sounds of Brian in the shower, and the images of his wet, naked form, caused her thought to drift back to her sexually formative years....
If Beth had to use one word to describe herself during and after hitting puberty, it would have to be "slutty."
Anytime, anywhere, and with any cock she could get her hands on, she had been insatiable in high school and college. Some people suggested the lack of a strong father figure was to blame, but Beth knew that was a cop-out. She had also fucked around on guys a few times, the crown jewel of which had been fucking her third college boyfriend's dad while visiting for the holidays. She blushed a little, remembering how she had bitten her tongue to keep from moaning so Jeremy wouldn't find out. But, her final tryst had led her to swear to herself that she would reform: the broken heart she had left in her wake had been sobering. And yet, she worried that she would always be a bit of a nympho....maybe getting a ring and a bouquet would help quiet her inner slut for life....she hoped it would. Brian didn't know the half of her sordid sexual past, but he had to have heard rumors.
As the sounds of the water in the other room seemed to indicate that Brian was finishing up, Beth lazily turned her head to look at the clock. 6:20 AM.
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Nothing too much planned yet, but a tale of a cheating and infidelity once again.
It had been New Years Eve when Brian proposed, producing the ring as the ball dropped like some kind of romantic comedy. Beth remembered her shock and joy. They'd been dating for only nine months, and had only just met the previous January. So much had changed, and she could scarcely believe that the wedding was in less than four months. Was it too fast? She often asked herself that question, but Brian loved her...and she loved him, too.... but....
A few weeks after the engagement party, Brian had begun an intense partner track program at the marketing firm. The senior partners had taken a liking to him, and one of the partners was retiring soon, so if Brian was able to prove himself over the next year, he would be a shoo-in. It was unthinkable at his young age, only 29, but a partnership at the firm would mean financial security, and he wouldn't have to kill himself anymore pulling 60-70 hour weeks at the office, trying to impress. Beth looked around the modest bedroom of the two bedroom townhouse, briefly imagining the nice house in the hills they might have once he made it. But...in the meantime, their relationship had changed a bit. Exhaustion and stress had taken a toll on Brian's sex drive, and sometimes they would go weeks without much more than a kiss or a brief, tame encounter, which usually devolved into a stress-relieving blowjob for him without much in return. Beth told herself it was just temporary. Once Brian made partner, things would go back to normal. They'd be married, starting a family and without a worry in the world.
Beth listened to the water and her thoughts drifted back to her childhood....
Beth's childhood started normally enough, but as is depressingly common, it didn't stay that way for long. Her mother and father divorced when she was seven, and she found out later about the cheating. Her mother got custody of Beth and her two siblings, and it was a yearly fight for child support from her deadbeat, unreliable father. A string of boyfriends did a varied job of filling that gap, but even the best ones never stuck around for long, as the divorce left her mother a bit bitter, and a drinker besides.
The sounds of Brian in the shower, and the images of his wet, naked form, caused her thought to drift back to her sexually formative years....
If Beth had to use one word to describe herself during and after hitting puberty, it would have to be "slutty."
Anytime, anywhere, and with any cock she could get her hands on, she had been insatiable in high school and college. Some people suggested the lack of a strong father figure was to blame, but Beth knew that was a cop-out. She had also fucked around on guys a few times, the crown jewel of which had been fucking her third college boyfriend's dad while visiting for the holidays. She blushed a little, remembering how she had bitten her tongue to keep from moaning so Jeremy wouldn't find out. But, her final tryst had led her to swear to herself that she would reform: the broken heart she had left in her wake had been sobering. And yet, she worried that she would always be a bit of a nympho....maybe getting a ring and a bouquet would help quiet her inner slut for life....she hoped it would. Brian didn't know the half of her sordid sexual past, but he had to have heard rumors.
As the sounds of the water in the other room seemed to indicate that Brian was finishing up, Beth lazily turned her head to look at the clock. 6:20 AM.
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Nothing too much planned yet, but a tale of a cheating and infidelity once again.
Lucky for Lucy she had a special charm about her that lead to a wide opportunity of job openings. She wasn’t oblivious to the envy some girls might hold on her either. After all she was a curvy, petite, young woman blessed with beautiful, brown, wavy locks of love. Her emerald eyes could pierce the hearts of many men and woman if she chose to do so but that wasn’t the problem. No, looks weren’t an issue for her. It was her mood swings so to speak. Her tardiness and seeming lack of motivation in the workplace that she struggled with. She was smart but she made dumb decisions and last night was a dumb decision. It was a decision that may have gotten her laid off today.
Liam, Lucy’s roommate, also happened to be her rock. Her boyfriend of two years; The guy she ran to every time something went wrong. His emotional support was so valuable. She didn’t know how she would survive without him sometimes. Sure, they both were broke as fuck but at least he could hold a job. She didn’t understand why her boss assumed being hungover meant she wasn’t able to function in the work environment. Then again, she did tend to fall asleep at the desk and her only job was to answer phone calls/redirect calls. It was hard to balance life as a young adult. On occasion Lucy wanted to enjoy the night life with her girlfriends but she also needed to hold a job so she could afford life with Liam. Moving in with her mom or dad wasn’t really an option in her head either.
Lucy’s high-heeled boots felt heavier than usual today as she set home for her apartment. It was as if the rain pouring down on her held a higher gravitational force on her body. Then again four blocks of concrete in heels wasn't ideal and her ride was still working at the job she just let go of. Hmmm…come to think of it…maybe…it was her outfit today that got her in trouble? She was wearing a pencil skirt which seemed appropriate to her standards, but maybe she should have buttoned that extra top button so her cleavage wasn’t as apparent. Lucy had gotten fired once before over not following the dress code, but the things they told her to wear didn’t make any sense to her. Regardless, her current situation still pissed her off and she knew Liam wasn’t going to be to thrilled to hear her news either.
Ughhhh are you kidding me? Stress was rising inside Lucy like a fire ignited with gasoline. Of all the days for Angela to bug her…
“Lucy, where’s your rent? It’s now two months overdue!”
“What about Marshal’s Rent? Why are you picking on me?!”
“He paid yesterday…” Angela said, and of course this only made Lucy even more upset. Even Marshal, the sketchy old man who dealt drugs had it more together than her.
“Fine!” Lucy screamed louder than necessary pulling out the cash she just withdrew from her final work check. She knew she was still down $250 or so but…that was all she had right now. “Liam will get you the rest by the end of the week.” She mumbled, still not in the mood to deal with people. She was feeling attacked and the last thing she wanted was Angela breathing down her throat about rent.
“Okay well, make sure it happens. I need it Lucy.”
“Yeah yeah, I will. I will.” she said continuing her way up the creaking wooden staircase, not really paying any mind to what Angela was really saying to her. It was all just words with no meaning at this point because it went in one ear, and just as easily out the other.
“Hey,” Lucy said to Marshal, “your shave looks nice” she remarked. She had to stay nice to Marshal, not that he was necessarily hard to get along with. No, that usually wasn’t a problem for Lucy but because on occasion he would set her up with some recreational fun. Liam wasn’t a fan of it but sometimes….Lucy just needed it and she couldn’t control it.
“Bad day huh?” he said, obviously noting the scene she made downstairs. All the walls were thin. Door closed or not, most people in the eight room, two story, apartment complex would have heard her yell at Angela. “Let me know if ya need som’thn later” his thick accent was obvious but she still didn’t know where he came from. Judging by the assortment of tattoos over his shirtless body she figured it was from a gang he may have formerly been in. On that note, Lucy liked to keep their relationship minimal and for….business only. But overall, he was a good neighbor to have next door. She trusted him. Enough.
“Hah, yeah. It’s been a day.” she said finding her key to open the door. But before Lucy turned the handle she looked back at Marshal and whispered “M…maybe later.”
Entering the apartment complex Lucy immediately threw her purse into the corner of the living room and slammed the door behind her. “Liam…” she said feeling her eyes begin to water as she looked into the handsome features of his face. “They…laid me off! I…I didn’t do anything wrong, I swear! They just decided to hate me!” she said moving herself over to him, hugging him close. Needing him. “And then…Angela…she-“ Lucy was practically hyperventilating at this point with her chest pressed onto his abdomen still not letting him go. But mentioning Angela’s name quickly turned what was going to be tears back into anger “-Angela yelled at me and I gave her all the cash I had. I can’t win. They laid me off…and I ..I felt like I was doing better…” she said slowly falling to her knees in front of him.
Lucy was a mess and Liam knew it. But what he didn’t know was how she planned on fixing her issues for the night…
”When was the last time …?” Lucy paused, biting on her lower lip as she looked up at him from her knees. A smile traced her lips as her fingertips lingered their way up from his boot to his thigh, and then danced around his crotch. “ …I got laid?” she asked twisting the negative words thrown into her face this morning by her boss into a more dirty connotation.
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Hey guys! I'm really open to where this rp could go! Thought it'd create this and leave it a bit open as I'm curious with what some people could offer in terms of avenues to take it.
Obviously it's a couple that is down on their luck and barely managing to scrap by while Lucy has some... Issues.
Liam, Lucy’s roommate, also happened to be her rock. Her boyfriend of two years; The guy she ran to every time something went wrong. His emotional support was so valuable. She didn’t know how she would survive without him sometimes. Sure, they both were broke as fuck but at least he could hold a job. She didn’t understand why her boss assumed being hungover meant she wasn’t able to function in the work environment. Then again, she did tend to fall asleep at the desk and her only job was to answer phone calls/redirect calls. It was hard to balance life as a young adult. On occasion Lucy wanted to enjoy the night life with her girlfriends but she also needed to hold a job so she could afford life with Liam. Moving in with her mom or dad wasn’t really an option in her head either.
Lucy’s high-heeled boots felt heavier than usual today as she set home for her apartment. It was as if the rain pouring down on her held a higher gravitational force on her body. Then again four blocks of concrete in heels wasn't ideal and her ride was still working at the job she just let go of. Hmmm…come to think of it…maybe…it was her outfit today that got her in trouble? She was wearing a pencil skirt which seemed appropriate to her standards, but maybe she should have buttoned that extra top button so her cleavage wasn’t as apparent. Lucy had gotten fired once before over not following the dress code, but the things they told her to wear didn’t make any sense to her. Regardless, her current situation still pissed her off and she knew Liam wasn’t going to be to thrilled to hear her news either.
Ughhhh are you kidding me? Stress was rising inside Lucy like a fire ignited with gasoline. Of all the days for Angela to bug her…
“Lucy, where’s your rent? It’s now two months overdue!”
“What about Marshal’s Rent? Why are you picking on me?!”
“He paid yesterday…” Angela said, and of course this only made Lucy even more upset. Even Marshal, the sketchy old man who dealt drugs had it more together than her.
“Fine!” Lucy screamed louder than necessary pulling out the cash she just withdrew from her final work check. She knew she was still down $250 or so but…that was all she had right now. “Liam will get you the rest by the end of the week.” She mumbled, still not in the mood to deal with people. She was feeling attacked and the last thing she wanted was Angela breathing down her throat about rent.
“Okay well, make sure it happens. I need it Lucy.”
“Yeah yeah, I will. I will.” she said continuing her way up the creaking wooden staircase, not really paying any mind to what Angela was really saying to her. It was all just words with no meaning at this point because it went in one ear, and just as easily out the other.
“Hey,” Lucy said to Marshal, “your shave looks nice” she remarked. She had to stay nice to Marshal, not that he was necessarily hard to get along with. No, that usually wasn’t a problem for Lucy but because on occasion he would set her up with some recreational fun. Liam wasn’t a fan of it but sometimes….Lucy just needed it and she couldn’t control it.
“Bad day huh?” he said, obviously noting the scene she made downstairs. All the walls were thin. Door closed or not, most people in the eight room, two story, apartment complex would have heard her yell at Angela. “Let me know if ya need som’thn later” his thick accent was obvious but she still didn’t know where he came from. Judging by the assortment of tattoos over his shirtless body she figured it was from a gang he may have formerly been in. On that note, Lucy liked to keep their relationship minimal and for….business only. But overall, he was a good neighbor to have next door. She trusted him. Enough.
“Hah, yeah. It’s been a day.” she said finding her key to open the door. But before Lucy turned the handle she looked back at Marshal and whispered “M…maybe later.”
Entering the apartment complex Lucy immediately threw her purse into the corner of the living room and slammed the door behind her. “Liam…” she said feeling her eyes begin to water as she looked into the handsome features of his face. “They…laid me off! I…I didn’t do anything wrong, I swear! They just decided to hate me!” she said moving herself over to him, hugging him close. Needing him. “And then…Angela…she-“ Lucy was practically hyperventilating at this point with her chest pressed onto his abdomen still not letting him go. But mentioning Angela’s name quickly turned what was going to be tears back into anger “-Angela yelled at me and I gave her all the cash I had. I can’t win. They laid me off…and I ..I felt like I was doing better…” she said slowly falling to her knees in front of him.
Lucy was a mess and Liam knew it. But what he didn’t know was how she planned on fixing her issues for the night…
”When was the last time …?” Lucy paused, biting on her lower lip as she looked up at him from her knees. A smile traced her lips as her fingertips lingered their way up from his boot to his thigh, and then danced around his crotch. “ …I got laid?” she asked twisting the negative words thrown into her face this morning by her boss into a more dirty connotation.
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Hey guys! I'm really open to where this rp could go! Thought it'd create this and leave it a bit open as I'm curious with what some people could offer in terms of avenues to take it.
Obviously it's a couple that is down on their luck and barely managing to scrap by while Lucy has some... Issues.
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So I'm looking for this to be quite detailed and a more long term orientated story with a nice healthy mix of plot to also go with the smut.
I write in third person perspective and my usual post lengths can go from anywhere from 2 paragraphs to 10, just depends on what is happening at the story and all that.
I don't mind having some OOC chatter about things along with taking the time to chat and brainstorm so that we can come up with a great story that we both look forward to exploring.
Posting frequency varies, could be daily, multiple times a day to once every few days. Looking to write via PM's or use discord.
Anywho, that's pretty much it so feel free to hit me up.
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