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Diamond Succubus
A Diamond in the Rough ⟡
- Joined
- Feb 28, 2023
❝ I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch ❞
Welcome to the life of
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♡Lovely GFX by the even more lovely Fruit
Bonjour mes amours
Diamond or Dia is the name -- Mouth-watering smut is my absolute favorite game. Much obliged for stopping by my little shop of sin.
Please use the tabs below to browse my selection.
I request that you do not post in my thread and send a PM if you are interested in collaborating. I will be transparent -- I am being selective of who I write with due to work/life balance. If I decline, please do not take offense.
Hope to hear from you ♡
Status: Selectively Seeking
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♡ She/Her
♡ 26 Years Old
♡ Switch-Sub -- Prefers writing primarily submissive characters
♡ CST Timezone
♡ Literate/Adv. Literate -- 400-1000+ Words
♡ 10+ Years Roleplay (GaiaOnline OG Baybeeee)
♡ Hobbies: Karaoke, cosplay, reading trash Kindle Unlimited smut, and gaming
♡ Full-time employee/Part-time Student with night class -- Just finished graduate school applications
♡ Replies fluctuate between multiple replies daily to a handful of times a week
♡ Lover of stupid Discord emojis - ♡♡♡
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♡ Please, be patient with me! Not gonna lie; I can be a bit all over the place when I am spread thin.
xxx↪ I can go from giving multiple replies per day/week to days without anything -- I will keep you updated on my activity.
xxx↪ If you haven't heard from me in a week -- Feel free to reach out. But do NOT nag or spam me, please.
♡ 21+ Writers and characters -- Not budging on this.
xxx↪ Note: This doesn't apply to side characters not participating in sexual acts.
♡ Your gender is irrelevant as long as you convey realistic portrayals -- I am looking for dominant characters
♡ Currently searching for episodic, smut-centric stories with plot or medium to long-term
♡ 300+ Words / 3+ paragraphs per reply are my 'sweet spots, ' but not a hard rule.
♡ No one-liners. Quality over quantity, but please give me something to work with.
♡ Use spelling and grammar checks, please.
♡ Paragraph/Novella style posts -- None of *this*
♡ 3rd person perspective only -- 1st person makes me...uncomfortable.
♡ I love face claims and prefer digital art, but I can be persuaded to use realistic.
♡ I prefer PMs or Discord (especially for planning/OOC), but I can be convinced to roleplay through threads.
♡ Be collaborative -- Plotting and brainstorming are huge for me, but I cannot be the only one contributing.
♡ OOC banter is welcomed.
♡ 2-3 posts per week are preferred, but I do love more frequent replies if we have the time. Real life always comes first.
♡ Be transparent and communicative with me -- If I am doing something that makes you uncomfortable, please let me know. Your comfort is important to me!
♡ I am not fond of being ghosted. If you do not wish to continue our story, please tell me. No explanation is needed, but a heads-up would be nice.
♡ Please send a message with substance -- When sending your initial PM:
xxx↪ Introduce yourself
xxx↪ Include your preferences/ideas
xxx↪ Send or link a sample of your writing - ♡♡♡
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Sample One
xxx↪It took near all her willpower to hold back a scoff and a roll of her eyes. How ironic that she sought out the help of a tyrant to turn her into a leader. She should have known better than to think the King of all Darkness would be a fair ruler. Hopefully, he wouldn't be coaching her in politics. His prospect did pique her interest, however, she gave no indication. While she would indeed be at an advantage learning magic that could easily vanquish her enemies, it seemed almost too good to be true. Despite her clear drive to take him down, at the very least, Amaris knew better than to think unrealistically. It would take more than a set of spells to defeat an entity of his power...She had a long way to go before she was anywhere near powerful enough to face him on equal ground.
The idea of doing his dirty work was less than desirable -- Amaris had pledged her allegiance. Their pact was sealed far before her blood tainted his blade. His blood was a part of her as much as her own, surely flowing through her veins in the same manner. The thought left her unsettled, but she had brought such a fate upon herself. The aspiring witch could only remind herself her choice was for a sound cause. There was one silver-lining at least -- Taking out those on his 'hit-list' meant ridding the world of darkness. It would benefit her, as well.
He was upon her before she could offer any reply. His red gaze poured into her own with the same intensity as the night before. She recognized the smug look in his eyes, yet was caught off guard by his question. Her mind went blank for a heartbeat before she found herself scowling, all too prepared to snipe as he leaned in. The ghosting of his lips against her made her freeze, her mind attempting to process his actions. His words sounded distorted in her ears, drowned out by the pounding of her heart. The feeling of his hand upon her chest snapped her from the daze and she cursed herself for letting him put her in such a state again.
Despite his invasion, she stood her ground as firmly as the night before. It wasn't the first time she had come into 'close' contact with his kind. Masking her true powers had been easy given her lack of strength. Lesser demons so easily allowed their judgment to be clouded by lust, their defenses crumbling to the ground at any prospect of pleasure. Amaris very rarely allowed them to get any further than a bit of heavy petting before revealing her true intentions.
...By the time they could even think of eating her heart, it was far too late.
Amaris soon mirrored his smirk, masking the mixture of irritation and surprise before patiently chiding, "For one who claims to have little interest in a woman's body, you seem to very much enjoy placing your hands on mine, my lord." She then reached up, her dainty hand gripping his wrist before gently forcing him back. The faint rose painting her cheeks would be the only clue to her loss in composure. She clicked her tongue, raising an eyebrow of her own before continuing, "People so easily blame their Gods when faced with hardships, but it is really you they should be blaming. Your kind may have been the ones who acted, but are you not the source behind all darkness on this plane of existence? I admit you may not be the beings who caused this horrible chain of events," Despite this truth, her amber eyes only seeming to grow brighter -- a fire burning behind her gaze, fueled by a passionate contempt for the being before her. "But, do not get it twisted. As their ruler, you are just as guilty...So, I loathe you and your followers."
With that sentiment, she moved past him, stepping outside to escape such a suffocating atmosphere. The brisk Fall air left her cold beneath the thin layer of fabric, however, it was much needed to clear her head (and perhaps to cool her face.) "The ceremony in which they determine the next high priestess is exactly a month from today. It will take much more than physical strength to prove myself." Passing the trials was one obstacle, but earning the favor of the coven was a whole different challenge. "You will have no hand in influencing their opinions of me. I will change their minds on my own." There was a fine line between such a task being a goal or an obsession. In the back of her mind, she knew it was something she had yearned for as long as she could remember. But, she refused to allow her desires cloud her judgment.
She turned back to face him, the wind picking up as if moved by her determination. "I think it is best we should continue meeting here. There is no longer anyone who knows of this place." For a split second, her eyes seemed to gloss over, however, she quickly gathered herself before moving on. "I have obligations that will keep me from returning here during the day. I actually have to leave soon. So, we will have to continue our little rendezvous tonight." She joked dryly, only a hint of amusement in her tone. "I have more questions, but I suppose they will have to wait...Until then, my lord.
With that, she began her trek home.
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Sample Two
xxx↪Although the sympathetic pat James offered her brought some comfort, Riona couldn't help feeling ashamed for her behavior. As someone representative of the Hughes' family, she should have had at least some semblance of poise. Instead, the only thing she found herself resembling a skittish animal, completely lost after wandering much too far from home, her tail tucked between her legs. Luckily, Lord Hughes was nowhere in sight. However, that didn't mean she was safe from his disapproval -- Perhaps, even his wrath if she wasn't careful. There was no doubt that under such heavy scrutiny, the slightest mistake would travel fast and wide in little time at all. Failing Lord Hughes meant failing Luca...What would he think if he saw his sister, the one who needed to be strong, wanting to hide away from something as frivolous as a party? In reality, she knew these festivities carried a grand deal of weight to the typical attendees, but in the grand scheme of things, there were far greater, and graver challenges -- So, how come this felt like one of the biggest yet?
She'd much prefer a spot on the sidelines, simply reveling in the fact she had the opportunity to experience such an illustrious event. Not to mention, she had only ever imagined the interiors of the manors on the 'other side,' so to speak. In the rare instances she passed the lavish homes; she had always felt small. She had imagined ceilings as high as the sky and gardens like flower fields. After several days of residing in the Hughes' residence, she still couldn't help feeling her child self had been correct -- Here she was, a young woman, and she still felt so small -- Even more so in the presence of the attending guests. Despite this, the modest woman couldn't help the inkling and desire to explore her gorgeous surroundings. Unfortunately, the prospect was becoming less and less likely. But...Riona found the chance to listen to James' stories equally as attractive.
Accepting the drink with a grateful, close-lipped smile, she found the candied aroma to ground her if only a bit. The shallow sip at the beverage nearly shocked her tastebuds, even the mere taste reminding her just how out of place she was. It was almost too sweet for her. She wasn't quite accustomed to drinking alcohol, after all. She did, however, use alcohol in her mixtures from time to time. Even a bit of the liquid added to potions increased the shelf life. But, she was positive obtaining this particular alcohol would be impossible. Imagining the cost of a single bottle made her head spin. Although, she couldn't help wondering the ways in which the beverage would affect her usual mixtures.
Her eyes grew bright once more at his cryptic question, the glimmer in them surely enough to answer. The feeling in question was one Riona reveled in, indulging in the chance to confer with the moon and stars. Her magic was equally attuned to the celestial bodies as it was the earth -- An essential and delicate balance. She was taught that finding herself alone with the stars was a blessing, as it signified a strong connection. Further, her mother's name tied her to the stars. She took comfort in the idea her mother had returned to both the stars and the earth. After all, she saw a bit of her in everything. It was impossible to formulate a true answer to his question, so she simply offered him a thoughtful smile and a nod. Not once had she encountered anyone that so perfectly described the feeling. Would it be out-of-line for her to take comfort in that?
As he continued, she once more felt the world around them slip away. Much like the stars, she found herself getting lost in his words, completely mystified by the pictures he illustrated for her. He spoke of the storms that ravaged his vessel. With her gaze locked to his, Riona swore she could picture the phenomenon in the hues of his storm-colored eyes. The glint in his eyes akin to that of lightning and just as electrifying. Riona believed storms were yet another essential force of nature. Just as the sky cried, she could also feel rage. A majority of the time, she found storms to be invigorating. However, the thought of being stranded on the raging sea, unable to escape its potential wrath, offered a mixture of thrill and unease. "As frightening as it may have been, it must have been incredibly beautiful all the same." She hummed before mirroring his actions, leaning in to meet him halfway without thinking how they appeared to onlookers. Hearing his distaste was yet another sentiment she hadn't expected from him. But then again, after hearing of his adventures, she quickly understood. "Compared to braving storms and navigating seas, I cannot say I blame you, Lord Hughes...As lovely as this party is, I would much prefer weathering the storm...I dare say it would be far more pleasant."
She returned his chuckle earnestly before following suit as James' suddenly ceased his own. The change in demeanor had her quickly straightening up before shifting to face their approaching company, her lips melting in to a thin line at the sight. The title of James' "honored" guest felt far too unbefitting of someone like her, especially given the setting. As terrible and ridiculous as it might sound, she much rather take on her role as a Hughes' family servant -- At least she wouldn't have to participate in the festivities. Knowing that she wouldn't be subjected, or be subjecting anyone else for that matter, to dance had lifted a bit of weight from her aching shoulders...But, the realization she would need to socialize had returned the weight ten-fold.
The pair of ladies before her were breathtakingly beautiful, leaving her slightly awestruck as greetings were exchanged. She found herself fascinated by the manner in which the ladies wielded their lace fans. Knowing she should play her part, Riona opted to simply bow her head as well, only slightly deeper than James' had been. "It is a pleasure, Lady Katherine, Lady Elizabeth." She greeted politely; even those simple words were carefully chosen. - ♡♡♡
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Here is a general idea of my favorites and boundaries --
I'll include my F-List, as well. Feel free to ask for clarification or discuss unless it is listed as a boundary.
♡ Favorites ♡ -- Things I'm always up for including in the story
xxx↪ Vocalizations -- Moaning/Groaning
xxx↪ Praise and Dirty Talk
xxx↪ Pet names
xxx↪ Verbal Degradation and Name-calling (Receiving)
xxx↪ Body Worship (Giving/Receiving) -- Especially cock worship
xxx↪ Oral Sex (Giving/Receiving)
xxx↪ Foreplay
xxx↪ Fingering (Receiving)
xxx↪ Consensual
xxx↪ Interspecies/Interracial
xxx↪ DD/lg
xxx↪ Legal Age-Gaps -- My character being younger
xxx↪ Being Dominated -- Willing to switch
xxx↪ Kinky or Rough Sex
xxx↪ Jealousy/Possessiveness
xxx↪ Cum Swallowing/Facials/Marking
xxx↪ Creampies/Risk of Pregnancy
xxx↪ Size Differences
xxx↪ Squirting
xxx↪ Cock-Slapping
xxx↪ Romance ♡
xxx↪ Kissing -- especially neck kisses
xxx↪ Sex in various locations -- Car, Couch, Shower, etc.
xxx↪ Changing up positions
xxx↪ Exhibitionism
xxx↪ Corruption
xxx↪ Magic/Fantasy/Supernatural
✗ Boundaries ✗ -- Things that are non-negotiable
xxx↪ Underage Characters -- Or even characters younger than 21
xxx↪ Domestic Violence/Physical Abuse
xxx↪ Non-Consensual
xxx↪ Face slapping
xxx↪ Pregnancy
xxx↪ Snuff/Death
xxx↪ Feces
xxx↪ Tickling
xxx↪ Age Regression/Infantalism - ♡♡♡
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My role is in italics.
Cravings are denoted with a '♡'
Plots/Ideas are denoted with a '✦'
Feel free to mix and match
Most of these were imagined with an age gap in mind, but not required!
Modern/Urban-Fantasy
Step-Father/Daughter
Best Friend's Dad/Best friend
Ex-Boyfriend's Dad/Ex-Girlfriend
Older Man/Younger Woman -- Come to me with scenarios! Not super interested in sugar daddy plots, but I can be persuaded.
Jock or Frat/Tutor
Badass/Wallflower
Demon King/Witch ✦
High-Fantasy
King/Princess
Captain of the Guard/Princess
Court Mage/Princess orApprentice
Assassin/Target
Orc/Elf or Fae
Dragon-Shifter/Fae
Pirate/Siren or Elf
Hunter/Witch ♡♡♡
Isekai - Dragon-Shifter x Transported Human ♡♡♡♡♡ ✦
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