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AnotherJoker
Thief of Hearts
- Joined
- Apr 11, 2015
- Location
- Europe (CET)
Introduction
I will not ask you to tread wisely. Instead, let your eyes and heart open to that what you truly desire and see if you can find it here.
Basic Info
- I generally prefer a 50/50 smut-to-story ratio but this can vary
- I typically write 300-700 words per reply
- I can reply a few times a day to once every couple of days
- I prefer to RP in third person past tense
- I lean towards playing dom characters but sometimes play subs or switches
- I am open to playing multiple characters
- Here's my F-list for a comprehensive list of my kinks
- Here's my Kinklist as well for another angle
Plots
Asterisks (*) indicate a scenario I'm particularly craving at the moment.
***An Edging Nightmare***
This is an interesting idea I’ve recently been toying with. It’s basically a scenario focused on edging but with dire consequences. The setting really doesn’t matter—anything from modern to fantasy would work, but the main premise is that YC would be put in a scenario (probably through kidnapping) where her captors would edge her constantly, threatening her that her cumming would mean somebody close to her being killed. These people would be there with her, maybe in another room and maybe forced to watch as their fate depends on YC being able to postpone her own orgasm (and MCs won’t be making that an easy ordeal). Assuming that she’s not able to completely contain herself, these sacrifices would be in order of ascending importance, starting with acquaintances and ultimately progressing to family members.This is quite an extreme and sadistic scenario but it’s one that I’d really like to try out with somebody. As for motivation, I suppose we could make it such that YC was a cheater and one of her exes decides to get revenge for being wronged. Other setups work as well as long as the general premise of the scenario stays in tact.
**Number One Girl**
This RP idea is inspired by Rosé’s song Number One Girl. I know the freaking thing is everywhere but it’s just so beautiful and sad at the same time that it inspired me to think of this scenario. I’m imagining this set in a high school. YC would be a girl who has baggage from her past, I’m thinking that maybe there was a father figure (stepdad?) that taught her she wasn’t inherently lovable as he would only give her affection when she got good grades or when she pleased him. Otherwise he acted like she wasn’t entitled to any love from him. Because of this, she continues seeking the approval of toxic bad boys who drip feed her the scraps of their affection. Additionally, she has horrible issues with perfectionism and is obsessed with always being the best, the prettiest, the smartest, the most popular, which she does achieve to a certain extent but it never seems to fill the hole in her heart.Enter MC, a friend of hers who’s always seen her for who she is and loves her without any of the requirements she seems to place on herself. They’re childhood friends but ever since they’ve been getting close to finishing high school, he starts genuinely liking her and it begins to pain him to see her giving her all in these toxic relationships and environments. This story would be one of her realizing her own worth and MC helping her do that.
Now, I would be completely fine with playing the other guys as well as MC. No doubt that you would need to play some extra characters to truly bring life to this world and story we’re trying to build. Suffice it to say, this would be no hollow smutfest, but an emotional rollercoaster filled with late-teenage self-discovery and the blooming of true love. Of course, there would still be sex scenes and we can incorporate a variety of kinks that suit both our tastes, but they need to be incorporated tastefully into the story.
Familial Petplay
The idea I had for this one involves two step-siblings. YC (the sister) would be a pretty high-strung workaholic high school senior who is always trying to stay on top of her duties related to the student council and the many clubs she’s part of. Being someone everyone look to for guidance, she’s constantly stressed out and wants nothing more than to chill out a little bit and let someone else take the reins. Enter MC (the brother). He’s a bit of a free spirit, a band member who is pretty lighthearted and bit of a rebel. He notices the trouble YC is in and offers her a deal: once a week she would become his pet, surrendering completely to his whims and wishes and doing whatever he asks of her. This would help her with stress because she would be able to hand over all of her executive function to someone else. The things he’d tell her to do would be fairly innocuous at first—a prepared meal here and a backrub there. Soon, however, he’d realize that this was a beautiful, hot girl in front of him, and the collar they’d designated at the signal for when she was in “pet mode” would send him on a power trip that eventually leads to them crossing the line into incest, and quite a bit of it.
A Blooming of Sexuality
I had a hankering for a simple one-shot that wouldn’t take too long. The action would take place over a couple of days. Basically, the idea is that MC and YC are teenagers who are childhood friends. Every year, they’ve gone to the seaside with their families and acted like little more than friends. They’d simply gotten so comfortable with each other that nothing else crossed their minds. However, one day during their current trip to the seaside, MC wakes up late and sees that his family had already left to hotel room and gone down to the beach. A little annoyed, he starts putting on sunscreen and getting ready to follow suit, only to realize he doesn’t have anyone to cover his back. It’s at this moment that he hears a knock at the door. Who could it be? Well, turns out it’s YC. She has also overslept and has a similar issue. However, now that they are alone in a hotel room, staring at each other’s half-naked bodies, nature starts doing its own thing and feelings of attraction are stirred up. I am imagining the sexual tension building slowly, them gradually getting more and more comfortable exploring each other’s bodies, testing out limits as they apply the sunscreen, and this progressing further and further as their seven-day vacation continues.
Additional Interests
Genres
- Modern
- Historical
- Romance
- Fantasy (dark, epic, and urban)
- Sci-Fi
Pairings (MC×YC)
- Teacher × Student (and vice versa)
- Boss × Assistant (and vice versa)
- God × Mortal (and vice versa)
- Demon × Mortal (and vice versa)
- Tentacle monster × Victim/Summoner
Fandoms
- Persona
- Koei Warriors
- Yu-Gi-Oh!
- Bleach
- Attack on Titan
- Zelda
Writing Samples
Oliver had chosen to wear a black turtleneck for that day, perhaps subconsciously hoping that it would help him fade into the background of the chapel and not be noticed. As he read, however, he had to admit to himself that here and there his attention would be caught by the new volunteer sweeping the aisles. There was something cute and innocent about her, but that was the case for most students that chose to volunteer at the chapel. He let his eyes wander over to her once or twice and he quelled the voice of curiosity that arose in him by remembering that she was probably quite the boring religious prude.
But glances were dangerous and he should've known better, all things considered, for all it took was one moment when he looked at her and she happened to be looking back at him (as they always do) for the girl to think of it as some kind of invitation. His hazel eyes quickly darted back to his book, but part of him knew that it was too late. The professor grinned to himself, knowing exactly what to expect in the next couple of moments.
Her hi was broken and quiet, which made him more confident in his analysis of her as a shy, conservative young woman. Then again, he applauded her boldness for just coming up to a stranger like that. He decided not to look at her as she delivered the rest of her little introduction, not out of any spite or malevolence but simply to see if she'd crumble under the pressure. If she stuck it out… he'd give her a chance. She would be worthy of a bit of his time.
Finally, he looked up at her, able to get a closer sample of her bright, pleasant face. Well, he figured, if a student (presumably) had to go approaching him, at least it was a cute one this time.
"Oliver, nice to meet you," he said in a clear, slightly gravelly voice, extending a firm, masculine hand and shaking her own, which was small and soft in comparison. He didn't let her go immediately, however, instead holding her hand for a moment longer and turning it over to look at her nails. "French tips," he commented. "I like it. Classy without wandering over into the domain of kitsch. Much like Wordsworth's poetry, to answer your question about what I'm reading."
His rock-solid gaze wandered over her with some level of intrigue but also a kind of condescension. What are you doing here, little girl? the slightly arrogant, academic side of his mind seemed to ask. Go and play with the other freshmen and pray to your God.
"So you consider the Bible to be literature, eh?" he said, looking away from her for a moment before returning his gaze. "That makes you already a step-up above the average fundamentalist. It suggests that you don't believe it literally, but as a metaphorical attempt to express a certain truth. Am I wrong about that?" A hint of a smile formed on the corner of his lips. He wondered how much she knew about him or his position. His reputation certainly preceded him, but such a new face might not have been around long enough to be exposed to all the gossip.
But glances were dangerous and he should've known better, all things considered, for all it took was one moment when he looked at her and she happened to be looking back at him (as they always do) for the girl to think of it as some kind of invitation. His hazel eyes quickly darted back to his book, but part of him knew that it was too late. The professor grinned to himself, knowing exactly what to expect in the next couple of moments.
Her hi was broken and quiet, which made him more confident in his analysis of her as a shy, conservative young woman. Then again, he applauded her boldness for just coming up to a stranger like that. He decided not to look at her as she delivered the rest of her little introduction, not out of any spite or malevolence but simply to see if she'd crumble under the pressure. If she stuck it out… he'd give her a chance. She would be worthy of a bit of his time.
Finally, he looked up at her, able to get a closer sample of her bright, pleasant face. Well, he figured, if a student (presumably) had to go approaching him, at least it was a cute one this time.
"Oliver, nice to meet you," he said in a clear, slightly gravelly voice, extending a firm, masculine hand and shaking her own, which was small and soft in comparison. He didn't let her go immediately, however, instead holding her hand for a moment longer and turning it over to look at her nails. "French tips," he commented. "I like it. Classy without wandering over into the domain of kitsch. Much like Wordsworth's poetry, to answer your question about what I'm reading."
His rock-solid gaze wandered over her with some level of intrigue but also a kind of condescension. What are you doing here, little girl? the slightly arrogant, academic side of his mind seemed to ask. Go and play with the other freshmen and pray to your God.
"So you consider the Bible to be literature, eh?" he said, looking away from her for a moment before returning his gaze. "That makes you already a step-up above the average fundamentalist. It suggests that you don't believe it literally, but as a metaphorical attempt to express a certain truth. Am I wrong about that?" A hint of a smile formed on the corner of his lips. He wondered how much she knew about him or his position. His reputation certainly preceded him, but such a new face might not have been around long enough to be exposed to all the gossip.
There was so much need in her breathy moans as Trevor continued with his erotic assault. If there was one thing that made men completely go mad, it was horny women who were desperate to take their fill of sex. An unbound, feminine hunger radiated from Vylleth as she was fully bared before him, utterly naked in perfectly whoresome glory. Sure, he'd found her attractive before, but was presently in a state of disbelief at how someone could be so utterly and perfectly sculpted. Trevor reckoned there wasn't a man alive who wouldn't find her attractive. Hell had done its job, and done it well.
The soft pleasure of her body combined with the slight and scratchy pain of her nails on his back in a dangerous cocktail, plunging him below the level of rational thought. Dream or reality, trick or authenticity, he knew that he would probably never get the world's most perfect female whispering to him to fuck her while her legs drag him in closer.
In an instant his hand was around her neck, squeezing with little calculation. At the very least, he was now sure that she wasn't human and also mighty hard to kill. A bit of choking would probably be more than safe. Almost simultaneously, he inserted his now throbbing, leaking cock into her moist cunt, thrusting deep inside as he groaned, the muscles on his body tensing and relaxing as the waves of pleasure washed over him. Fuck, her pussy felt good—perfectly warm, perfectly moist… he'd had to pace himself.
But Trevor simply couldn't. It had been too long of a time coming. Their little flirtations had done their magic, whether or not that was their original intention. His eyes wild with desire, he fucked her rough and quick, a wet smacking sound reverberating off the kitchen walls in the dead silence of the night and combining with his moans and groans. His breathing was rough and erratic as his other hand squeezed one of her thighs, unapologetically digging his fingers into the supple flesh.
She tried to kill you, he told himself. She usurped your life. And these were useful thoughts to further spur him on.
"I'll teach you to screw with the lives of mortals," he rasped into her face, his own barely inches away. "You fucking bitch." No sooner had he finished that sentence than he continued vigorously kissing her, his tongue hungrily trying to devour as much pleasure as it could from her sweet mouth as he felt the pressure continue to mount in his pelvis.
The soft pleasure of her body combined with the slight and scratchy pain of her nails on his back in a dangerous cocktail, plunging him below the level of rational thought. Dream or reality, trick or authenticity, he knew that he would probably never get the world's most perfect female whispering to him to fuck her while her legs drag him in closer.
In an instant his hand was around her neck, squeezing with little calculation. At the very least, he was now sure that she wasn't human and also mighty hard to kill. A bit of choking would probably be more than safe. Almost simultaneously, he inserted his now throbbing, leaking cock into her moist cunt, thrusting deep inside as he groaned, the muscles on his body tensing and relaxing as the waves of pleasure washed over him. Fuck, her pussy felt good—perfectly warm, perfectly moist… he'd had to pace himself.
But Trevor simply couldn't. It had been too long of a time coming. Their little flirtations had done their magic, whether or not that was their original intention. His eyes wild with desire, he fucked her rough and quick, a wet smacking sound reverberating off the kitchen walls in the dead silence of the night and combining with his moans and groans. His breathing was rough and erratic as his other hand squeezed one of her thighs, unapologetically digging his fingers into the supple flesh.
She tried to kill you, he told himself. She usurped your life. And these were useful thoughts to further spur him on.
"I'll teach you to screw with the lives of mortals," he rasped into her face, his own barely inches away. "You fucking bitch." No sooner had he finished that sentence than he continued vigorously kissing her, his tongue hungrily trying to devour as much pleasure as it could from her sweet mouth as he felt the pressure continue to mount in his pelvis.
See Something You Like?
Alternatively, if you have something that you think I’d be interested in based on what you’ve seen here, by all means let me know and let’s see if we can cook something up.
I’ll be waiting.
With love,
Joker
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