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Lavender Peony

Lavender Peony

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I hope you like peonies! ​

Hey - I'm Lavender!

Welcome to my request thread! I'm looking for a couple of folks to start writing with - how you identify doesn't matter to me - but ability to craft a story does! I'd like to play a submissive female against basically any other human (sans futas. Sorry futas!) in a smutty story with a strong BDSM emphasis. I am particularly looking for a dom or domme that will challenge my character and we can have a good back and forth between them, really dig into both characters' minds and emotions. That's what gets me going. To do that, though, you generally need to be fairly descriptive and thoughtful about the plot and story - I will do the same. I usually average about 3-4 good paragraphs, but for the right partner, I get up to literate/advanced lit levels. Maybe 4 paragraphs is literate anyway? Are these even defined anywhere?


Okay. Summary time:
1. Looking for dominant characters (Female, NB, Male, no preference) to play against my submissive female
2. Humanoid characters mostly
3. Significant BDSM and/or power play included in story
4. I usually write 3-4 paragraph responses in 3rd person
5. PMs or thread

Please reach out to me by PM. Thanks!


Settings:
Modern (and AU Modern)
Fantasy
Steampunk
Sci-Fi



Roses/Kinks
BDSM
Power Imbalance/Dynamics
Service Play
Bondage
Punishment/Reward
Consensual, Dub Con, and Noncon
Toys and Apparatuses
Teasing and Orgasm Denial
Stockholm and Lima Syndrome
Leash and Collar
Forced clotheswearing or nakedness
Fear
Humiliation
Teasing
Aftercare
Begging
Spanking
Apparatuses/Machines - Currently craving!
(Full F-List here, though if none of the above is a problem, most of the stuff in here won't be a surprise.)
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Styles of Domination I Adore - None of these are mandatory by any means, but I will be putty in your hands for...
  • "I have to do this. It's for your own good."
  • "Oh pet, I know you're trying but you'll just have to do better than that."
  • "After all I've done to you, who could ever love you now?"
  • "Say it again. Say it until you believe it."
Note: These are phrases that exemplify the kind of domination styles that are my favorite, but these are by no means required because some of them are quite dark and that's not everyone's cup of tea. But you know, if any of these are what you like to write, drop me a note?
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Thorns/Limits
Scat and Watersports
Vore
Incest
Bad Ends
Non-humanoid characters
Bestiality and Furries
Futas
Celebrity RP

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Plot Ideas and Pairings
  • Master x Slave (or Pet)
    • Owning a pet for pleasure being socially acceptable
  • Arranged Marriage
  • Vampire/Werewolf/Fae x Human victim
    • Fae mindfuckery? Yes please.
  • Monarch x Servant/Attendant
  • Military or Government Leader x Rebel
    • Bonus points for MC being betrayed or sacrificed
  • Blackmail and/or secret shame
  • Cult or Ritual initiation
  • Pseudo-social requirements or demands on behavior
    • Having to behave a certain way in public due to cultural expectations
  • Propose something!
I am not much for fandom roleplays, but I could probably be convinced to play against a canon character.


Look at this cute little addendum: I have a consensual BDSM plot that I've been seeking the right partner for. It includes a lot of the elements listed in my kinks, but with a 'ooh, but we shouldn't' kind of bent, along with a dose of mystery. If that catches your interest, let me know!


Hope to hear from you soon!

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Editing this with a couple of example posts of the type of stuff I like to write. These might be a bit longer than my usual posts, but are fairly representative of the kind of thing I'm looking for. You get it, right?

Noncon, FxM, Arranged Marriage, Sci Fi
(NSFW, Humiliation, Stockholm syndrome, Manipulation)


There was at time in her life when sex had been pleasurable. When it had been an act of love and affection and intimacy that Adaline sought out. When it had been casual and leisurely, the back and forth exchange between partners and equals.

That felt so far away now.

She lay curled up on the bed, her face buried in the pillows because she couldn't stand to look at him, or the rest of the room or anything besides the cool, white, abstract darkness. Somehow, without even touching her, Konstantin had torn her open in a way that felt worse than what he did every night. Adaline's body was beginning to settle from the effects of the orgasm, her skin still sensitive to the touch with every so often a subtle aftershock twitching her small frame, but her mind was riot. How could she have done such a thing? For him? At his behest. Frantically Adaline Cross tried to remind herself that he had threatened her, that the alternative was pain and she had done what she was told only to avoid it, but there was a guilt that lingered. She could have tried to fight him more. She could have…she could have what? Told him she wasn't feeling up for it? That was laughable. If she'd tried to tell him she couldn't get aroused enough to climax, gods knew what awful alternative he might come up with. She done her best and all it had gotten her was the empty feeling inside her loins and the hot burning humiliation crawling along her spine.

Adaline didn't want to be told she was a good girl and that she'd done well. His praise made her feel filthy, like a sticky tar she'd never be able to wash off her skin. She couldn't take it back. She couldn't stuff the orgasm or her own vulnerability back inside herself, it was like the ancient story of Pandora and her box of miseries. Once released, there was no way to restrain them. And every demand Konstantin made opened the box a little further.

The redhead whimpered softly into the pillows as her husband eased onto the bed beside her. She wanted escape not more contact and the girl wriggled and writhed trying to escape him as he gathered her up. His touch was gentle but firm, such an alien thing in the place she currently inhabited, which had only pain and humiliation and terror. Every time she'd tried to protect herself, the shield was torn down. Every time she tried to fend him off, he overpowered her. Every time she tried to convince him, he just smiled and insisted she was wrong and it all made Adaline feel sick. She was swimming in some kind of void composed of the chemicals pumping through her body: oxytocin, dopamine, cortisol and adrenaline. She didn't want to do these things. Adaline kept trying to remind herself, she had done it, she had masturbated for him but she hadn't done it voluntarily. She hadn't done it eagerly.

But it felt eager. Another wave of humiliation poured over her and the redhead shivered. She had felt good; she knew how to touch herself, how to evoke the sparks of pleasure that twisted together in her belly. It had felt good, it had been a release. It had been pleasure paired with humiliation, but not the pain of the rough fucking she'd been receiving nightly. And a little part of her had welcomed it and Adaline hated that part of herself. Cum for me, Adi. Good girl.

She wanted to shrink into herself, she wanted to go away, to crawl underground and bury herself in Mars' soil until there had never been any trace of her. Of the woman she was becoming. Adaline sobbed softly as Konstantin tucked some stray hair behind her ear, her eyes shut tightly as she trembled in his arms. He was offering comfort and she didn't want it. Not from him. Adaline wanted comfort, wanted the touch of a real lover desperately, but she knew what her husband was offering to her was poison. It was a lie and yet…she couldn't help herself. Adaline hiccuped miserably and pressed her forehead and then her palm to his chest. She needed this, the feeling of hands in her hair, stroking her back. She needed a respite from the thoughts that tumbled through her head like a thunderstorm. Poison, she whispered to herself as she wrapped her arms around him and clung to what felt like the only soft and soothing thing in her life. It was a lie, but she needed it and so the naked girl pressed herself into her tormentor, shaking like a terrified puppy.

His gentle attention calmed her. Adaline drifted from the terrifying void into a place where hands caressed her, where soft, affectionate words were spoken to her, even if she wasn't processing the actual phrases, the tone was what mattered. She slipped into a place where she could pretend that he was not the source of her torment, that he was perhaps a lover, a real one who cared about her and loved her. Not a master. Not a Lord. Just a man, with gentle, stroking hands and soft murmured words.

Adaline pressed her palm against her husband's scarred chest and eventually her trembling stopped.
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Dubcon, FxM, Vampire x Human, Modern
(NSFW, Spanking, Kink/submissive exploration)

It had been pride that brought her here. Pride that led her to keep teasing him with little challenges – the demands to show her the best he had, that her time was given to those who deserved it. It was harder to hang on to now, strapped down as she was. Easier when she'd been standing, tall and statuesque as he circled her, with plenty of opportunities to hide her nervousness or vulnerability. Spread open like this, it was shocking how quickly that vulnerability raised its ugly head to nervousness. He was going to hurt her. He'd promised. But he wasn't going to actually hurt her, was he? Lily remembered the feeling of Nick's hand wrapped around her neck and felt, deep in her gut, that perhaps she had gotten herself into a bit more than she'd bargained for with this little experiment.

You couldn't help but taunt him, could you?

It wasn't regret, exactly, more chagrin. Her curiosity was probably to blame as much as her pride was, and both were being tested in their own ways. Would she like this? Did she? Experimentally, the young woman gave another little tug to the restraints, trying to settle in her mind that she truly wasn't going anywhere once her companion selected his choice of implement and returned to her. It prickled fear in her belly, but Lily felt the warmth of something else, too. She could feel a little tingle of excitement, or nervousness, or maybe that was just fear. Her emotions in this moment were muddy and her attention was too fixated on translating the soft, slithering sound of fabric as Nick removing his shirt to sort out her own feelings.

Lily jumped at the touch of fingertips on her thigh, settling into the touch as it traveled up her back, drawing a little shudder of steadying breath from her lips. She could see him now, fully, shirt removed as she'd thought and damn, he was nice to look at. Lily's hands flexed a little in their bindings: she wanted to touch him, explore his body with her own fingertips, her tongue, to see what little touches made him jump just like he was doing to her.

But that wasn't to be. Soft brown eyes raised to meet his as he explained about the implements and she nodded slowly, sending a cascade of hair tumbling over her cheek. "Yes, Sir." She answered. The words felt heavier now, heavy with the weight of the chains holding her down. Lily had felt confident before he'd bound her up, but that was gone now: she was nervous, hyper aware of him, every touch of his practically an electric buzz on her skin.

The first strike was as surprise, but it wasn't as painful as Lily's mind had made it out to be. Because of course her imagination had run wild that he was going to shatter her with just the first blow, but no, this was about the same as one of her exes who had been fond of the occasional ass slap during sex. What was different, though, was the way the hand lingered on her skin, caressing the soft flesh until it withdrew and was replaced by the second stinging blow. Lily didn't feel the need to cry out, at least, not yet, as his hand slapped her twice more, though there was a sharp intake of breath at each. Pain, then the soothing touch. Pain again. She wasn't sure what to think. She wasn't sure how to feel.

When he pressed into her though, that brought out a little "ah!" of surprise and pleasure as she understood exactly the nature of his arousal. "Mnh" again as his hands rolled along her body – Lily had a clear preference to the type of attention she was privy to, and the pain, the ever so slight residual ache in her behind, was not what she craved from him. Not yet, anyway.

The next few blows compounded the stinging sensation, now that there were fewer breaks, less of that comforting caress. She began to twitch a little in the space between the blows. Lily didn't shy away from him – it was more discomfort than a significant pain at the moment, but it was clear that she was not eagerly anticipating the next strike. The silence, the stillness made her uncomfortable, the seconds that ticked by as she waited for the next blow and the strange relief that came after his hand came down again.

When the paddle came down for the first time, Lily's head came up in surprise, her breath catching hard at the sudden change. She'd been expecting more of the same and yet that had been foolish – he'd told her the paddle was coming, he just hadn't said when. Her breathing had picked up a little, her back rising up with each breath, making her now-pink ass look a little fuller. Or perhaps that was all the blood he'd coaxed to the surface of the skin. With each hit now, Lily began to make a little noise, a little "nnh" of response to the thuddier pain sinking into her in a different way. This made her twitch a little more, made her thighs quiver just a little as she knelt and stayed open for him, unable to escape.

"Aaahnn!" Another sound of surprise when the paddle stopped it's motion and Nicholas' lips found the back of her neck again. The soft touch, unexpected as it was, sent a visible shiver down her body. She felt drunk with his hands on her like this, and while the young woman knew rationally that she was probably a bit drunk, this intoxication felt different. Her body felt warm now, felt almost comfortable, luxurious with the relaxation that came with knowing there wasn't another blow coming. Lily came eagerly when he pulled her up: she wanted to kiss him, she wanted to feel his lips on her own and met his hunger with her own kind. She wanted more of him, more of his touch, his attention to her – that was perhaps the secret frustration underlying all of this. She couldn't put her hands on him: she had to wait for him to choose to come to her.

Lily bit Nick's bottom lip lightly, teasingly, smiling into the kiss and the heady feeling weaving through her. She sighed her pleasure into him and flicked her tongue over his lips. He'd want an answer. She couldn't forget that. She couldn't slip too far into the warmth just yet. "I'm good." Lily whispered, "Yeah. I'm, I'm good. It hurt, but when you – when you touch me it's not so bad. It took the sting away. I can still feel it, though, like you," Her eyes narrowed slightly, trying to focus on the feeling, "Like you buried it underneath my skin."
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Consensual, FxF, Princess x Knight, High Fantasy
(SFW, Story, worldbuilding, character conflict)

Honoria saw the flash of panic in her brother's eyes as his sword sung out toward her, instead of the knight who had been his opponent moments before. She'd thought, rashly, that surely her brother wouldn't hurt her, was a skilled enough swordsman to pull his swing in time. And although he did, it was Mal, instead, who proved her savior. The young woman gave an ugly gasp as the knight grasped her corset laces and pulled backwards, inadvertently tightening the already restrictive garment and dragging her backwards out of the way of the swing. Even so, Honoria was followed by the sharp sting of the sword slicing into her skin. There was a thin line just below her clavicle, welling a single drop of blood. A scratch, really, but she could see from the look on Jordan's face that he was upset.

More immediately, though, Honoria gasped in a strangled breath as the knight grabbed her waist and pulled her close. It had seemed like a good idea at the time – well, it still seemed like a good idea, just perhaps a foolish and rash one – to see what Mal would do when her physical safety was threatened. But she couldn't breathe, so tight were the laces now and it wasn't as if Mal was going to release her in order to fix her clothing. Honoria breathed fast and shallowly, her muscles tightening underneath the other woman's hold as she was chastised.

The anger hit her like a swell of water crashing onto shore and Honoria was spinning, the knight turning setting her down and pushing her out of the way. The redhead stumbled back out of the field of battle, somehow managing not to trip and fall flat. She bent half way over, trying to pull in breath after breath, feeling her face grow hot with blood and rage. Shame on her? She was only trying to protect herself, test the boasts of a warrior – a woman at that – she didn't know. They were sending her to what had been, up until a few weeks ago, enemy territory with absolutely no one to protect her. For all of the knight's skill, she was unusual and there was no guarantee that anyone aside from her future husband trusted or respected this woman. Because she was a woman. It wasn't fair, Honoria knew, but for women, life so often wasn't. The world would look on Sir Mal as an aberration, a curiosity and an outsider and it was more important to Honoria's survival that she play to the widest audience, instead of a command performance for one.

There was another reality, too that flooded Honoria's thoughts like the blood pumping harshly in her ears. She'd be leaving. This was the person that had come to take her away, to a place where she'd never see her parents again, where if she was lucky, she might see her older brother before he became King. She'd never see Martine grow up, or teach her all of the hidden passages within the castle. Or all of the tricks that helped make their stations as political pawns a little easier to manage. There were others, too, of course – Honoria had friends, ladies in waiting whom she trusted and none of them would be allowed to accompany her. Not that they would want to make the frightful journey through the remnants of the warzone anyway. Of course she'd known this, she'd thought of little else for the last week, but Mal's presence made it real and despite her better judgement, it made Honoria hate the woman.


Mal's press was effective; too effective for how evenly matched they'd been before. Perhaps it was her renewed ferocity, or perhaps it was the fact that the crown prince's concentration was marred by a look of concern and distress, but Mal's advantage was now clear. By the time she'd pinned him in the corner and traded the hard strike with the flat of her blade, Jordan held up one hand, "I yield." He said quickly. "I yield. You are the victor. Well done, Sir Mal." But his attention was not focused on her; it was on the redheaded woman who was still half bent over across the hall. The man sheathed his sword and gave Mal a curt nod of acknowledgement before striding past her and over to his sister, who spoke before he had finished crossing the hall.

"I have a right…" Honoria gasped, "To know how she will…defend me. What…what better display of skill…than to suddenly need to defend…your charge." She clutched both hands over her stomach, the corset a little looser now, but not by much.

Jordan was to her now and he pulled the young woman up by the shoulders, looking as if he were about to shake her. But when her face came up, her expression was one of stark fear and it brought him up short. Honoria covered her expression quickly, dropping her gaze back to the floor and allowing a few curls to block her face, but in that moment she'd accidentally made eye contact with Mal over Jordan's shoulder. If she was lucky, perhaps the knight wouldn't have seen her slip, but somehow Honoria got the feeling that she had used up all of her luck already today.

The crown prince sighed, both hands on his sister's arms and reluctantly drew her into an embrace. "You can't act like this." He whispered to her. "It is so far beneath you, Norrie."
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