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My posts tend to be quite long. Usually 1000-3000 words. A 2k words post is not something I can sit down and do in 45min, so don't expect them to come frequently. Often just once a week, or even longer, sadly. You don't have to match a 3k word post, although I still prefer posts in the 1k+ range. I would love a co-writer who can help me become a more consistent and prolific writer, to get those big posts pumped out more regularly.
I God-Mod! A lot of people are against someone taking control of their character, so I just want to come out and say early that I God-Mod. I consider myself someone looking for co-writers for a story and not really a roleplayer. I am not my character and I'm not overly attached to specific characters. I often tend to write multiple characters. Although I can refrain from writing internal dialogue and thoughts for your character. But I will write some actions and a few lines of dialogue. The other co-writer, you, is in return also welcome to write what characters I have put into the story are doing.
Also very important. Push the plot, push the story. Both writers must add. In my experience, roleplays often end up with one of the writers writing mirror posts from a different angle.
Lastly. With my limited quantity of posts, I don't have time to please everybody and can be very picky when choosing co-writers. I will often ask to see a writing sample of some of your work. Don't take it too personally if I decline to write with you. I am ghosting-friendly, though please tell me if you want to drop the story. Likewise, I have to admit that I myself have dropped stories prematurely in the past. It's a bad habit that I want to stop, but if it happens I mean no offense.
All stories, Names, and everything are not set in stone. I'm fine with brainstorming and fleshing out details. And if you've read through them and have something entirely different that you want to pitch to me, feel free to do so. As for face claims and inspirational pictures, I don't mind them. I use both drawn, IRL, and AI. Always OOC and never as a link in the text.
Don't have a story? That's okay. I'm also fine with just chatting and brainstorming with other aspiring writers about writing in general. Giving and receiving feedback is something I enjoy in itself. Though for those who want quick responses, I am in GMT+1 and go to bed early.
Tags: SSBBW. Coercion. Dub-Con. Prostituion. Incest.
Rebecca, 21, is a complete wreck. She has just dropped out of college and is drowning in student debt for a degree she will never get. Though the real money sink is her overspending on junk food and candy. She is a bit of a night owl and spends the night wandering out into the city, stuffing her face with food, then buying some candy on her way home. Eating it all while feeling pity for herself. Why couldn't she just get up to take her classes? Why couldn't she just get those assignments written? How is she going to continue her spending spree? She doesn't dare confess to her parents how deep in shit and debt she is. But now the landlord is pressing her for rent and the bank won't lend her any more money. So she contacts the only other grown-up in her life, her rich and widowed grandfather. He takes her in, listens to her crying, and even gives her a big enough allowance to continue her lifestyle of utter sloth. Until one day he withholds the money and tells her to strip or he's kicking her out on the street. You see, he has a thing for young blubber whales bordering the SSBBW and he doesn't care one bit if they are his granddaughter or not.
Tags: Zombies. Open World, GM-style RP. Toss me some ideas about the setting.
The Zombie apocalypse is here. Though it is not what you expected. The zombies aren't that dangerous. They just sort of walk about or stare into emptiness for hours. Then lie down and look like actual corpses. Get up and do nothing for hours again. The only thing is that as far as you know you are the only survivor. Though so far you haven't ventured out of your hometown. A small town of roughly 40.000 people. Not a metropolis, but big enough to have a shopping mall and a great cinema. You don't have to get up for your job, although neither can you pass the time with anything electronic. You just wander about. Eat canned food without heating it and to pass the time, you've built just about every LEGO set at the big toy store and the ones at the mall. Though there is one other thing you do to pass the time. Fucking zombies. It was months into the apocalypse after realizing the zombies were all harmless and that you dared to venture outside that it crossed your mind. Standing there in the middle of the street was your crush from work, huddled together with a group of other zombies. Doing nothing but zombie noises. A suppressed thought crossed your mind and you slowly unbuttoned her flowery shirt and lifted her bra to have her enormous knockers drop out and clap against her chest. So while groping her it dawned on you that the entire world was now your drooling braindead harem.
Tags: Petite, Short, Skinny. Little to no bust. Age gap. Dub-Con or even Non-Con. Possible Incest. Possible Pregnancy.
Isabella is a short, frail, and skinny girl of fifteen. She lives with her mother and together they try to work their way through poverty in Victorian London. That is until she is offered a job at a large estate on the outskirts of the city. She is put to work every waking of the day, but still, she prefers it to the inner slums of the city. Here she gets a clean maid's uniform, three meals a day, and a real bed, not to mention that for the first time in her life, she is earning real money. Though there is something odd about how everybody looks at her. She is yet to discover that it is no secret that the master of the house enjoys girls just like her. Short, young, and no bust. She seeks help from the lady of the house, but she is already well aware of her husband's sexual adventures, and she doesn't care. What can Isabella do now? She can't lose her job and crawl back to the slums, but neither does she want to stay with the old gentleman sneaking into her room at night.
Alternatives/Bonus plot twist. Isabella has grown up and always lived at the estate after her mother died during childbirth. The master of the house is kind to her and has been a father figure to her. Though he has never told her that she, is in fact, his bastard child. Now that Isabella is blossoming into a young woman, a darker side of the secret father is starting to show. The wicked thought of an incestuous relationship with his oblivious daughter gets the old man's rocks off.
Long term. The struggles of going through pregnancy at the estate. Everybody knows the master has knocked up another maid, but as usual, the elephant in the room is never addressed. And if there's one thing the old man lusts for even more than skinny teens, it's preggo skinny teens.
A more modern setting. A rich bachelor frequents a trailer trash whore. He could afford gorgeous women, but he gets his kicks out of seeing how far trash will go for very little money. He convinces the whore's petite daughter to run away and come live at his mansion instead. Then slowly guilt-tripping and coerced her into prostitution.
Tags: Horror/Thriller. Incest. Big saggy hangers. Middle-aged woman. Non-Con.
Every year for the past six years Margaret took care of the overlook hotel from the first snowflake in late September until the snow cleared in the April spring. She did this with her faithful son who was now in his mid-twenties. Though this year he had begun acting weird after a few weeks of being alone at the hotel. No, not just weird, but utterly stir-crazy. When listening by the door to his room, she could often hear him having long conversations with invisible people. Or hear him mutter jibberish words or animal noises when by himself. But that wasn't the worst of it. It was the content of those conversations. Confessing to his invisible friends all his sexual fantasies about her, his mother!
"Yeah, I know Theodore... She's almost fifty, but I find her more gorgeous every day. I've told you this several times already, but I keep thinking about it. I saw her in her nightgown about three weeks ago. Gorgeous. Her breasts used to be enormous, but now they sag almost to the navel. But you know what? I think that's even more attractive. I keep thinking about her lifting them and shoving them in my face, or even wrapping them around my head. And her nipples, did I mention them? They look so huge, they make these poking bulges in her nightgown. I wonder if they get even bigger when she's horny like a slut. That's what I want Theodore, my mom as a slut. Riding me. With her massive hangers flapping all over and brushing over my face. And I want to knock her up, please god let there be one last egg to knock her up before menopause. You what Theodore? If I can't make her fall in love with me I think I'm just gonna rape her. Rape her once and get it all out of my system."
A few days later the desk with the radio had been flipped, smashing the equipment on the floor. "Leg on the old desk must have given out under the weight of all this stuff." He lied casually, pointing at the pile of electronics. He shrugged and walked off. From there on Margaret feared for her safety. Her beloved son, now a psycho? She shuttered every time she saw him lift a knife to cut food. She refused to drink anything he might have touched. She slept with her door locked and a few times thought she heard the old floorboards creek outside her room at night. Was he standing out there in the dark? Listening by her door for hours?
I'm very open to a lighter version of this story in a not-so-claustrophobic setting. Where the son isn't stir-crazy and actually manages to coerce his elderly mother into sexual favors.
Tags: Potentially also an Open World, GM-style RP. Cyberpunk Setting. Nightclubs, Drugs, Prostitution. Extreme Body Modification. Male x Any friendly.
In the Cyberpunk future. Cosmetic augmentation has derailed and is taken to the extreme. Having tattoos that glow and flash in short animations in so 2050s. Blue skin, Pink skin, Gold skin, all boring. Today the latest craze is STEMT! Make tits balloon naturally, combine it with Lactaid from the black market and all your sugar daddies swoon over your dripping mommy milkers. Overuse makes your belly inflate and makes your stomach look pregnant. But who cares. That shit is just cool! And kinky! The daddies love it, eternal preggo babes, but never an actual baby! Yay! But is it just for girls? No! It's the 2070's who gives a fuck about gender? If you want tits you can have tits, if you want a dick you can get a dick. Use STEMT on it and have a horse-sized dong. Sure!
Your character might be one of the only conservatives left. No tattoos all natural. You're in for a massive culture shock in the debts of nightclubs, drugs, prostitutes and never knowing what's between the legs of the chicks you pick up. Maybe you live a double life. Toss me your thoughts on the setting.
Not so fleshed-out stories/characters.
A relative of yours is a mental wreck and spends all her money on cosmetic surgery. She's a bit of a freak at this point with her overfilled lips and breasts that look like skin-covered basketballs.
Last ones for those who just can't get it kinky enough.
Fantasy setting. An absolute sexual deviant is bordering beastiality and has a thing for Centaur women. All he ever dreams about is lifting their horsecloth and peek if they got enormous teats.
While exploring an Alien planet your mother gets infected by something and slowly grows into a big reptilian, horny something something.
My posts tend to be quite long. Usually 1000-3000 words. A 2k words post is not something I can sit down and do in 45min, so don't expect them to come frequently. Often just once a week, or even longer, sadly. You don't have to match a 3k word post, although I still prefer posts in the 1k+ range. I would love a co-writer who can help me become a more consistent and prolific writer, to get those big posts pumped out more regularly.
I God-Mod! A lot of people are against someone taking control of their character, so I just want to come out and say early that I God-Mod. I consider myself someone looking for co-writers for a story and not really a roleplayer. I am not my character and I'm not overly attached to specific characters. I often tend to write multiple characters. Although I can refrain from writing internal dialogue and thoughts for your character. But I will write some actions and a few lines of dialogue. The other co-writer, you, is in return also welcome to write what characters I have put into the story are doing.
Also very important. Push the plot, push the story. Both writers must add. In my experience, roleplays often end up with one of the writers writing mirror posts from a different angle.
Lastly. With my limited quantity of posts, I don't have time to please everybody and can be very picky when choosing co-writers. I will often ask to see a writing sample of some of your work. Don't take it too personally if I decline to write with you. I am ghosting-friendly, though please tell me if you want to drop the story. Likewise, I have to admit that I myself have dropped stories prematurely in the past. It's a bad habit that I want to stop, but if it happens I mean no offense.
All stories, Names, and everything are not set in stone. I'm fine with brainstorming and fleshing out details. And if you've read through them and have something entirely different that you want to pitch to me, feel free to do so. As for face claims and inspirational pictures, I don't mind them. I use both drawn, IRL, and AI. Always OOC and never as a link in the text.
Don't have a story? That's okay. I'm also fine with just chatting and brainstorming with other aspiring writers about writing in general. Giving and receiving feedback is something I enjoy in itself. Though for those who want quick responses, I am in GMT+1 and go to bed early.
Tags: SSBBW. Coercion. Dub-Con. Prostituion. Incest.
Rebecca, 21, is a complete wreck. She has just dropped out of college and is drowning in student debt for a degree she will never get. Though the real money sink is her overspending on junk food and candy. She is a bit of a night owl and spends the night wandering out into the city, stuffing her face with food, then buying some candy on her way home. Eating it all while feeling pity for herself. Why couldn't she just get up to take her classes? Why couldn't she just get those assignments written? How is she going to continue her spending spree? She doesn't dare confess to her parents how deep in shit and debt she is. But now the landlord is pressing her for rent and the bank won't lend her any more money. So she contacts the only other grown-up in her life, her rich and widowed grandfather. He takes her in, listens to her crying, and even gives her a big enough allowance to continue her lifestyle of utter sloth. Until one day he withholds the money and tells her to strip or he's kicking her out on the street. You see, he has a thing for young blubber whales bordering the SSBBW and he doesn't care one bit if they are his granddaughter or not.
Tags: Zombies. Open World, GM-style RP. Toss me some ideas about the setting.
The Zombie apocalypse is here. Though it is not what you expected. The zombies aren't that dangerous. They just sort of walk about or stare into emptiness for hours. Then lie down and look like actual corpses. Get up and do nothing for hours again. The only thing is that as far as you know you are the only survivor. Though so far you haven't ventured out of your hometown. A small town of roughly 40.000 people. Not a metropolis, but big enough to have a shopping mall and a great cinema. You don't have to get up for your job, although neither can you pass the time with anything electronic. You just wander about. Eat canned food without heating it and to pass the time, you've built just about every LEGO set at the big toy store and the ones at the mall. Though there is one other thing you do to pass the time. Fucking zombies. It was months into the apocalypse after realizing the zombies were all harmless and that you dared to venture outside that it crossed your mind. Standing there in the middle of the street was your crush from work, huddled together with a group of other zombies. Doing nothing but zombie noises. A suppressed thought crossed your mind and you slowly unbuttoned her flowery shirt and lifted her bra to have her enormous knockers drop out and clap against her chest. So while groping her it dawned on you that the entire world was now your drooling braindead harem.
Tags: Petite, Short, Skinny. Little to no bust. Age gap. Dub-Con or even Non-Con. Possible Incest. Possible Pregnancy.
Isabella is a short, frail, and skinny girl of fifteen. She lives with her mother and together they try to work their way through poverty in Victorian London. That is until she is offered a job at a large estate on the outskirts of the city. She is put to work every waking of the day, but still, she prefers it to the inner slums of the city. Here she gets a clean maid's uniform, three meals a day, and a real bed, not to mention that for the first time in her life, she is earning real money. Though there is something odd about how everybody looks at her. She is yet to discover that it is no secret that the master of the house enjoys girls just like her. Short, young, and no bust. She seeks help from the lady of the house, but she is already well aware of her husband's sexual adventures, and she doesn't care. What can Isabella do now? She can't lose her job and crawl back to the slums, but neither does she want to stay with the old gentleman sneaking into her room at night.
Alternatives/Bonus plot twist. Isabella has grown up and always lived at the estate after her mother died during childbirth. The master of the house is kind to her and has been a father figure to her. Though he has never told her that she, is in fact, his bastard child. Now that Isabella is blossoming into a young woman, a darker side of the secret father is starting to show. The wicked thought of an incestuous relationship with his oblivious daughter gets the old man's rocks off.
Long term. The struggles of going through pregnancy at the estate. Everybody knows the master has knocked up another maid, but as usual, the elephant in the room is never addressed. And if there's one thing the old man lusts for even more than skinny teens, it's preggo skinny teens.
A more modern setting. A rich bachelor frequents a trailer trash whore. He could afford gorgeous women, but he gets his kicks out of seeing how far trash will go for very little money. He convinces the whore's petite daughter to run away and come live at his mansion instead. Then slowly guilt-tripping and coerced her into prostitution.
Tags: Horror/Thriller. Incest. Big saggy hangers. Middle-aged woman. Non-Con.
Every year for the past six years Margaret took care of the overlook hotel from the first snowflake in late September until the snow cleared in the April spring. She did this with her faithful son who was now in his mid-twenties. Though this year he had begun acting weird after a few weeks of being alone at the hotel. No, not just weird, but utterly stir-crazy. When listening by the door to his room, she could often hear him having long conversations with invisible people. Or hear him mutter jibberish words or animal noises when by himself. But that wasn't the worst of it. It was the content of those conversations. Confessing to his invisible friends all his sexual fantasies about her, his mother!
"Yeah, I know Theodore... She's almost fifty, but I find her more gorgeous every day. I've told you this several times already, but I keep thinking about it. I saw her in her nightgown about three weeks ago. Gorgeous. Her breasts used to be enormous, but now they sag almost to the navel. But you know what? I think that's even more attractive. I keep thinking about her lifting them and shoving them in my face, or even wrapping them around my head. And her nipples, did I mention them? They look so huge, they make these poking bulges in her nightgown. I wonder if they get even bigger when she's horny like a slut. That's what I want Theodore, my mom as a slut. Riding me. With her massive hangers flapping all over and brushing over my face. And I want to knock her up, please god let there be one last egg to knock her up before menopause. You what Theodore? If I can't make her fall in love with me I think I'm just gonna rape her. Rape her once and get it all out of my system."
A few days later the desk with the radio had been flipped, smashing the equipment on the floor. "Leg on the old desk must have given out under the weight of all this stuff." He lied casually, pointing at the pile of electronics. He shrugged and walked off. From there on Margaret feared for her safety. Her beloved son, now a psycho? She shuttered every time she saw him lift a knife to cut food. She refused to drink anything he might have touched. She slept with her door locked and a few times thought she heard the old floorboards creek outside her room at night. Was he standing out there in the dark? Listening by her door for hours?
I'm very open to a lighter version of this story in a not-so-claustrophobic setting. Where the son isn't stir-crazy and actually manages to coerce his elderly mother into sexual favors.
Tags: Potentially also an Open World, GM-style RP. Cyberpunk Setting. Nightclubs, Drugs, Prostitution. Extreme Body Modification. Male x Any friendly.
In the Cyberpunk future. Cosmetic augmentation has derailed and is taken to the extreme. Having tattoos that glow and flash in short animations in so 2050s. Blue skin, Pink skin, Gold skin, all boring. Today the latest craze is STEMT! Make tits balloon naturally, combine it with Lactaid from the black market and all your sugar daddies swoon over your dripping mommy milkers. Overuse makes your belly inflate and makes your stomach look pregnant. But who cares. That shit is just cool! And kinky! The daddies love it, eternal preggo babes, but never an actual baby! Yay! But is it just for girls? No! It's the 2070's who gives a fuck about gender? If you want tits you can have tits, if you want a dick you can get a dick. Use STEMT on it and have a horse-sized dong. Sure!
Your character might be one of the only conservatives left. No tattoos all natural. You're in for a massive culture shock in the debts of nightclubs, drugs, prostitutes and never knowing what's between the legs of the chicks you pick up. Maybe you live a double life. Toss me your thoughts on the setting.
Not so fleshed-out stories/characters.
A relative of yours is a mental wreck and spends all her money on cosmetic surgery. She's a bit of a freak at this point with her overfilled lips and breasts that look like skin-covered basketballs.
Last ones for those who just can't get it kinky enough.
Fantasy setting. An absolute sexual deviant is bordering beastiality and has a thing for Centaur women. All he ever dreams about is lifting their horsecloth and peek if they got enormous teats.
While exploring an Alien planet your mother gets infected by something and slowly grows into a big reptilian, horny something something.