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Please keep in mind this description is vague, I've not delved into the theme of the world, etc. This is because I want to leave that open for us to discuss.
Please keep in mind this description is vague, I've not delved into the theme of the world, etc. This is because I want to leave that open for us to discuss.
There were things in the world that drifted between realms, they seemed to move seamlessly throughout the living and dead plain as if it were nothing. My character attends the funeral of a beloved friend, her best friend. As she cried and wept at the casket the female screamed out a wail that none other had witnessed before; it shook the very foundations of the earth, shattered windows of the cars parked nearby, and even frightened the wildlife near the location. It was an unrelenting force of pure anguish and unacceptance of the death of her friend. The volatile energy she unleashed that night soared from her, it spanned out into the world and something dark answered back.
Ever since that night, she witnessed unusual things. More importantly, she heard strange and inhuman things. Every night she attempted to sleep, the scattering of rats, the bats of wings and the screeching of pain filled her mind. She would return home to various items being moved around her apartment, candles being lit, and the stove already ignited. Once it had become dangerous the female reached out to a variety of friends. Only one came back with a genuine offer, a PI who was an ex-cop, he seemed to be working on unusual cases and he may have some insights as to what she was dealing with. He was her next stop.
YC is the PI, feel free to change the EX cop background. Also, please feel free to give him a race that's not human, or at the very least a psychic. He needs to be able to see what she sees, he needs to be able to understand that world. He could be the same as her, she's not human in the slightest. She may appear as one, but MC is a banshee. The time she screamed was the time she activated her abilities; she can see into the realm of the dead, and she can sense the dying and death that will occur. I left it open because I'd like us to discuss their meeting, we can start it after they meet or before. I feel like the main issue will be him believing and her telling him what she sees but struggling with cognitive dissonance, she will want to believe but her mind is telling her no. Until, that is, that it follows them both that evening. Not to mention, he could take her out on cases he's investigating to test her abilities if he suspects what she is.
THEMES
- Rough erotica
- Gore/action/violence to appear throughout the story
- Dark themes/twists and turns
- Conflict between main characters?
- Violence from the other realm, gore too
POSSIBLE KINKS
- Rough sex
- BDSM
- Restraints (could be related to a possession incident)
- Knife play (rituals)
- Blood play (rituals)
- Affection
- Aftercare
- Vanilla
- BDSM
- Restraints (could be related to a possession incident)
- Knife play (rituals)
- Blood play (rituals)
- Affection
- Aftercare
- Vanilla
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Aftercare
Affection
Breath control
Breeding
Cervical penetration
Choking
Collars
Facial hair
Fangs / sharp teeth
Fellatio (performing)
Foreplay
Handcuffs / Restraints
Heat/rut
Impregnation / Pregnancy / Risk of
Intelligent characters
Internal cumshots
Knotting/tying
Lycanthropes
Males
Masculinity
Masks
Possessiveness/jealousy
Passion
Third-person past tense
Roughness
Sensory deprivation
Sexual exhaustion
Story-driven
Teasing
Very experienced partners
Voluptuousness
Wit
Playfulness
Tattoos/markings
Worship (as submissive to dominant)
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+ 3 penetration (toys etc)
Femdom
Mommy dom
Breast/nipple play
Breastfeeding/nursing
Lactation
Fear
Anal (giving & receiving)
Rimming (giving & receiving)
Fisting (anal & vaginal, giving & receiving)
Anal training
Virginity (anal/vaginal)
Chastity
Clothed sex
Creampies
Cum milking
Oral sex (receiving)
Dirty talk
Fingering (anal & vaginal)
Flogging/whipping
Gaping (anal & vaginal)
Hair pulling
Light-medium bondage
Masturbation
Non-sexual piercings
Pleasure control/denial
Gags
Mental torture
Monsters
Scratching
Biting
Sexual pain
Size differences
Spanking
Squirting
Stripteases
Suspension play
Shibari
Tentacles
Throat penetration
Tit fucking
Sounding
Face fucking
Facesitting
Toys
Stockholm Syndrome
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Watersports/Bathroom stuff
Age regression
First-person
Second-person
Toilet things
Under 18 characters
Unintelligent characters
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If you're interested in the plot and you're thinking, well, let me have at this, here are some things I'm looking for from a partner:
- A PM with effort and attention to detail. Any PMs along the lines of 'I like this, let's do it' etc will just be ignored. Why? This is because a PM to begin a roleplay is giving me an impression of you. Even if we don't fit for the desired plot, I tend to look for partners over plots, if you get what I'm saying. So if you've put in the effort and we seem like we'll click, you can bet I'd be up for something else with you. I don't think that's asking too much.
- A good grasp of the English language and grammar. I don't mind if English is your second, third or whatever number language, as long as I can understand your writing and it flows nicely I'm game! I'm not asking for perfection, lord knows my writing isn't perfect, but coherence and grammar are important.
- Someone who enjoys writing a mix of different scenes. I see that this couple will need trust and a good grounding for sexual interaction, it could be desperate for comfort during a crazy and intense war-like situation they're stuck in with the other world.
- Detail! I tend to give what I get, in terms of effort. I enjoy writing longer posts and delving into detail, I like the challenge of upping my game. I'm looking for someone with a similar mindset. If you're wondering how I write, samples are below so please give them a look over and see if you enjoy the way I write. Of course, just keep in mind I tend to give what I get, so samples can only go so far, really. The most important thing to me is both of us moving the plot forward and giving enough detail and description to really bring that immersion and make us both feel as if it's a living world of its own.
- I'm fairly easy going with posting. You'll never have me nudge you or pester you about posting. I don't mind if you disappear and come back, we can continue just where were left off. Real life happens and it should always be the priority. Writing is also a hobby, so no worries about posting times. I can write a few posts a day to a few posts a week, it depends on my inspiration and how hectic my schedule is.
- If you have any ideas you'd rather include or change, feel free to let me know! I'm also keen to please, so do let me know what kinks you have and I'll be sure to include them as little surprises. The more I get to know my partners the more I can throw things in to make them happy, which I thoroughly enjoy.
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Carmen had to control another laugh as he mentioned his clothing may not fit, she looked like she was pitching a tent with the sheer difference in their size. The female nodded slowly as he confirmed Preston had told him, of course, he'd report it back, she was thankful she hadn't chosen to lie about her use of firearms or ability to be able to handle them. The offer of firearms training had her excited, her heart began to race a little faster, the idea of being able to protect herself was more than she could want. "It will be my priority, right now I'm concerned about living conditions, cleaning supplies, if you or your boys were to endure a shootout, half of them would get infections, I don't know about the rest." Her petite shoulders gave a slight shrug as she began to chew on her lower lip.
It was the first time in a while where she felt she wasn't being controlled, she wasn't being forced into a cage. The little bird was being allowed to fly around her cage. "Thank you, I appreciate the help." Her words were tender and genuine, mirrored by her expression as she focused on him. The nurse paused upon hearing his words, she knew she was gifted with her figure, it seemed what she didn't realise was how frustrated the men in the camp must've been, including Aiden. She considered asking him what his question was going to be but she left the thought.
"I understand. Sexy. Well, we'll see if there's any lingerie for them to take with them. I can imagine the things missing would be casual wear." The female thought aloud, it wouldn't be difficult to get them items of clothing people didn't want in this world; maybe it could give them confidence. Maybe she could teach the girls to manipulate with the use of their bodies, to use their skills to keep themselves safe. It was an option, and she'd make damn sure she gave them every single tool she could to survive.
Carmen fell silent and still as Aiden announced his want for her, and how it only grew. Part of her was concerned considering how big he was, there was no way she could fight him off. Each heavy footfall toward her taunted the female, she wanted to move further away yet she sat frozen in fear. When he touched her, the warmth of his hand was accepted but the sheer roughness of his skin caused her to jump slightly, a soft touch from a savage beast, she wouldn't have expected it. Large blue eyes searched his chocolate ones, searching for a hint of empathy, a hint of him being a good man. Under the shadows, he appeared the very definition of the devil. Powerful, charming, deadly.
Run.
Even as he walked away her heart was still racing. So much so that the female sat stilled like a doe in headlights, waiting for her body to remind her she was safe. Would she ever be truly safe again? Even though they may not hurt her, being around dangerous men was certainly not something she'd ever associate with being safe. As he settled on the couch the female offered a somewhat sad smile; he was being a gentleman. "I said I didn't want you to touch me, that doesn't mean you need to sleep on a battered couch over the bed, besides, I don't take up much room." Carmen nodded toward the bed, her figure barely made a dent in the space left.
With a tired sigh, the female crawled over the bed, which barely even acknowledged her weight as she shuffled to the edge that pressed against the wall. Slowly, she scooted upward to slip her legs beneath the sheet and ease herself down onto the mattress. Little squeaks echoed as she bounced a little to get herself comfortable before drawing the blanket around her chest, effectively tucking herself in.
"Aiden." She called out softly as she tilted her head to gaze toward the couch, causing her long dark strands to splay lightly over his pillow. "Instead of firearms, could you train me in close quarters combat? I feel like that may be a bit better for my reflexes and dealing with some that need to be put back in their place. Firearms could come after that?" The female rolled onto her side, tucking a hand under the pillow as she nuzzled into it slightly.
Before she could even hear a response, sleep had taken her. Carmen had underestimated how exhausted she'd been, it had easily been one of the hardest days, emotionally speaking. During the night the petite female tossed and turned like a wild ocean, kicking and forcing the blanket off of her petite frame. One leg extended out as she rolled onto her stomach, exposing the swell of her rear as the shirt she wore began to ride up with all of her movement. As the sun began to rise, her demons did the same. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she slept, her head began to toss one side to the other. Her whimpers grew louder, eventually forcing her body to stir. The night she hated so much was the night she would relive, and she could never escape it.
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The sounds that left him confirmed his pleasure to her, and she knew at that moment she'd been doing a good job, especially as he began to let crude words slip. When he neared her to regain his hold on the ponytail he formed the female almost leaned into his touch, begging for him to regain his hold on her. The praise kept coming, and he would notice the way she delighted in his words; it was as if her gaze was alight with excitement, as a puppy would seeing its owner return home. As if reading his mind, she began to raise with his hand, following his guidance.
A playful squeal was given as another sharp smack collided against her breasts, she would never tire of the sudden rush it caused to flow through her body. "Anywhere you like, I'm yours tonight," She whispered in a tender and gentle tone, complete submission. It was a dance, the way he moved forward and she stepped backwards, a predator and his prey. Once she was freed of the clothing and eased back onto the bed, the female gazed up toward him with pure, unrestricted excitement. "Yes sir," She whispered softly, sultry as she began to spread her legs for him, ignoring the way the sheets seemed to scratch more at her flesh than they did comfort it or the scent of well-worn bedding.
Thump. Thump. Thump thump. Thump thump thump.
Her heart was racing more than it had in her entire life as he drew in toward her. Even the grip on her throat didn't phase her, but the sheer size of his cock that he angled toward her sent excitement and fear at similar levels throughout her entire body. In fact, she was warm to the touch. Carmen wished to please him so her gaze never left his, he would see the fear, the glimmer of excitement, and the way she glanced down to watch as he began to position himself. Due to his slight grip on her throat, the cry of pleasure curdled with pain that tore from her lips was somewhat stifled. The immense size of his flesh forced the threshold of her tight folds, causing a sting of pain as he surged into her, forcing every inch of her slick core to force itself open just to fit him inside. A hot, wet vice that clung to every inch of him as he began to thrust. Carmen felt him manoeuvre her legs, but the pleasure that soared through her had her focus.
"You are so fucking big," she whimpered softly, arching her back upward to thrust her chest up toward him as her head tilted back into the sheets. The bed seemed to be suffering, a loud groan and squeak of metal tore through the musky room as he continued his blissful assault. The sounds of the bed's fragility was joined by the slick slapping of flesh, and soon the very wet sounding slaps as Carmen could barely contain her pleasure, her body was overwhelmed and desperately slick to acclimate to his size.
"Ready for it to be tighter?" The female was breathless, her oceanic blue orbs focused up to his with a hint of playfulness as she began to tense her muscles around him, it was almost tight enough to restrict him from thrusting back inside of her. Cheekily, she bent her legs toward her, enough to slip them under his arms and curl around his waist. Toned calves clamped around his rear, encouraging his movements into her. Pants and moans of pleasure harmonised inside of his apartment with every thrust.
"Oh god daddy," Carmen could barely catch her words as she nuzzled up to brush the arm he used to clamp down on her throat. The female knew what he wanted, so she behaved. Fingers curled around his that covered her throat and began to press them further into her flesh, tempting him to grip harder as she continued to tense her muscles around him, a vice grip that refused to let him go.
Large blue orbs widened as her lower lip hung open, breathless moans tried to escape growing in speed as she tilted her head back slightly. Carmen's body began to violently shudder as pleasure slammed into her, causing a rush of slickness to coat his cock as her walls repeatedly clamped down and caressed his cock. No doubt it would almost be uncomfortably tight as she rode through her orgasm, not noticing how her slick fluid began to trickle out down along her rear, coating both of them. Unlike most orgasms she had, Carmen felt her body enduring so much more pleasure, she was practically shuddering for a full minute.
The nurse reached a free hand up to gently brush along his jaw as the other tried to loosen his grip on her throat, just to breathe without hindrance for the moment, "Don't.. don't stop... cum inside me, please," If he'd allowed her reprieve from the grip on her throat, the female would lean up toward him as one hand swept behind her to support her frame. Soft, tender lips would land on his, caressing and lavishing affection over his. Until a sharp nip caught onto his lower lip, igniting a playful glance from the vixen as she tugged his lower lip outward before reluctantly releasing the tier.
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