Fx Male 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕖【𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸】

[Peony]

𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕖
Status - nope, brain in the mood to read more than write || Avg. Word Count - 300+ || PMs || writing sample desired

Daddy, what you doin'? Let me talk to you reckless
He in love, he got a bad bitch fetish
I'm a freaky little bitch, with a nasty mouth
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Below I will be 100% honest with you, and if you still want to write together after that, let's try it.

• On Posting: Peony’s writing schedule is like the wind. She’ll pop up out of nowhere and post back to you almost within the hour. Then, she’ll do her best not to be like a spoiled dog and paw at your leg for you to do the same. The jury’s out on whether she’s good at hiding what she wants. Other times, she’s barely present at all. Weeks might go by without you receiving a single rustle of indication that she’s there. Alright, slight exaggeration. She’d be there. Occasionally bothering you with nonsense but not putting her fingers on the keyboard like you want. She’ll tell you that work’s been busy, her mind’s been empty, or both and expect you to be cool with it.
• On Smut: Peony loves reading smut. The filthier and more forbidden, the better. When it comes to writing it, that’s another story. She enjoys it in small increments. You will not get pages upon pages of dick-sliding or cum swallowing erotica from her. If she feels like the scene is dragging, she’ll tell you bluntly but politely that she’s ready for its conclusion. That said, when she does write smut, it’s satisfying. She agonizes over the details with your enjoyment in mind. She wants you to enjoy what she crafts because you might have waited quite some time to receive it and also because she enjoys praise. >.>
• On Story: Peony’s strong point is character-crafting. They are her little darlings. However, you should know that they often are a bit difficult. Some might call them brats. Others might call them bitches. Both are accurate assessments, depending on the darling. Going with the flow is her natural way of writing. Her very blood screams against outlining. However, she has learned that some preplanning is necessary. As such, she will work with you to make some goalposts but she likes the freedom to veer away from them and indulge in some spontaneity without her partner becoming upset about it.
• On Friendship: Peony loves chatting with her writing partners. She loves it when a partner and her connect not only in their roleplay but also in the OOC. Open communication makes her feel more comfortable, which sometimes allows her to overthink less when writing for them. No pressure. She won’t be upset if you prefer to keep the conversation strictly about the story. Anyway, if you do become friends with her, you will find yourself inundated with silliness in the form of gifs and other forms of nonsense. Once comfortable with you, she will likely add you to Discord. However, access being granted for that communication is not permanent. It lasts as long as it is used, so do not be offended if you are removed if there has been no communication between you for an extended period of time. Just reach out and say hello through PMs.
• Types of Writing Partners Desired: When deciding who to write with, Peony doesn’t need to know your RL gender. She’s not out here trying to become your girlfriend. At most, she aims to become one of your favorite writing partners. xD Like a flesh-eating zombie, she wants your brain. Maybe your fingers too as it has some involvement in the creation of delicious words that will fuel her own. She writes what she feels is necessary to push the scene forward. Oftentimes, that will be 300+ words. She writes in past tense, third person narrative but will toss some first person in for character thoughts.
• Where She Writes: Peony will write in threads or PMs. Preference towards PMs.
• Characters She Plays: Peony prefers to write female characters. Usually, her girls are bi, pan, or heterosexual. She prefers to write girlies with some backbone. Many of them have sharp tongues but gooey hearts.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀【 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 】⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀【 𝕟𝕠-𝕟𝕠𝕤 】⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀【 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤 】⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Listed below are some of my favorite sexual kinks. Further details to be added since I know everyone has different ideas about what the below categories entail. Oral Sex (Both Giving and Receiving): Writing about oral sex is a pleasure. My girls don't mind getting on their knees while my guys won't be opposed to being blown. Get rough with my ladies. Grab their hair, make them choke, etc. Of course, ensure the scene fits the kink. It has been my experience writing here that some people are more partial to receiving than giving. Don't be stingy. If you are, I won't be pleased. Rough Sex: More times than not, my characters enjoy either being roughed up or doing the roughing up during a sex scene. Feel free to pull their hair, bite them, leave love marks all over their skin, choke them to the point of nearly passing out, spank them until they cry, etc. As always, make sure the intensity level fits the scene and/or character. Semi-Public Sex: The fear of getting caught or being watched. A massive turn-on for my characters. Mix it up. Age Differences // Power Imbalances: Financial dependence that results in complete obedience for fear of being cut off. Differences in knowledge. Religious Play // Corruption: Demonic influences. Turning the truly devout into a slut. I love it. Puppy Play: This can span from wearing cute collars and costumes to speech restrictions, eating out of bowls, and so forth. Incest: I don't mind playing this where they are from a community or family that accepts this (viewed as natural) to the act being more taboo. I am not a big fan of mom x son. I tend to lean more toward siblings or dad x daughter. And while I haven't written it as much, I don't mind writing stepsiblings or stepfather x stepdaughter. I have occasionally written people pretending to have these relationships with each other too, which was also fun. Adultery: Again, it's the sneaking around, guilt, and risk that I like to explore here. Dub-Con: Turn that no into a yes. Listed below are some kinks I am not excited to feature in my stories. Some of them are negotiable. I will include them if I feel like it serves plot advancement Others are not and are marked. Asking me for them will put you immediately on my shit list. Underage: Not interested. My characters are generally 21+. I will sometimes break this rule when I am in the mood for high school or college roleplays, but you will have to convince me with some amazing plot. Extreme Violence: I have no interest in writing extreme sexual violence. What does that mean? Um, like actual rape. Being punched in the face. Broken teeth or bones. Just not my cup of tea! Bathroom Play: Negotiable (piss only // giving and receiving) but depending on the character and story. Necrophilia: Non-negotiable. Excessive Semen: Let's keep it reasonable. It doesn't need to hit her with the force of a fire hose. Facials: Not my favorite act in the world. I get why you might enjoy it but isn't better to swallow? >.> This is negotiable. Racial Slurs/Raceplay: Not interested in these kinds of stories in any capacity. Bimbofication: Not interested. Drama: I adore conflict. Let's throw all kinds of challenges, negativity, and so forth at our characters and see what they look like by the end of it. I like to make my characters work for their happiness. Humor: I love this trait both in and out of my characters. While we are putting our characters through literal hell, I prefer the exact opposite in OOC. Also, don't be afraid to have your character fail. Sometimes, it's funny both in and out of character. Perfection is an illusion but we can still work to attain it and have a good time in the process. Mythology/Fairy Tale Retellings: Remixing old stories is a constant love of mine. I like to put spins on them. Like how would the story might have worked out if the wolf hadn't eaten Red Riding Hood? What if they teamed up or some shit? What if Snow White wasn't awakened by Prince Charming but instead Prince Awful? What if Hera and Zeus actually got the fuck along? Or better yet, what if they got a divorce? Who might fate have in store for them? Supernatural Creatures: Werewolves, vampires, faeries, oh my! Another love of mine, especially vampires. I mostly love to smack these fantasy beings into the real world and see how they survive within it. I also like imagining how the world might look if humanity was aware of these being's existence. Modern, Low Fantasy: Opposites Attract: Coercion/Blackmail:

 

[Peony]

Magical Ideas

To Kiss A Spy
Greek Mythology, Infidelity, & Romance
Zeus x OC

Marriage is not meant to be broken. YC (Zeus) has sworn himself anew to his chosen wife, Hera (MC). He has sworn to be faithful to her until the end of their eternal days. He ignores the temptations of the flesh, no matter how pretty, from humans and goddesses alike. As a result, his temper suffers. His fits make Ares appear tame in comparison.

Despite these drastic changes, Hera remains unconvinced. She is certain YC is still cheating on her. Determined to prove that she is not crazy, she acquires the sweetest temptation and dangles MC under YC’s nose.

TLDR - Zeus is miserable with monogamy and must resist his attraction to a new woman in his life.

Divine
Post Apocalyptic, Soul Bonds, Physical & Mental Abuse
Angel x OC

The end times happened, bringing to life what was foretold in the book of Revelations. Demons, fed by an abundance of sin and strife, grew strong enough to break the seals holding them back in the pits of hell and pillaged the earth.

When all hope felt lost, a divine intervention occurred. Angels, beautiful and unsightly, fought on humanity’s behalf. The war was long and difficult, but good triumphed over evil. As they had done many, many times throughout the earth’s history.

But when they were ready to return home, they found the way blocked? Multiple attempts were made for them to return home; yet, all failed, leaving them to make a new home and place for themselves amongst the humans. The longer they remained, the more frustrated they became, and that frustration soon was directed at those who they were meant to protect.

TLDR - Emotionless angels rule the world with an iron fist.

Bride of Mine
Vampires, Vacation Gone Wrong, Polygamy
Dracula x Bride

A young woman wins an all-expenses paid trip to a regal manor in [location]. She requests time off from her job but her employer gives her a bullshit reason why she can’t have the vacation time. But, desperate for a break from the mundanity of her life, she makes a spur-of-the-moment decision and goes anyway, deciding that she doesn’t care if her boss fires her or not. Once there, she is quickly besotted with the beautiful scenery. She also becomes enamored with the manor’s owner, who appears eager to ensure that she has a good time on her vacation. Eventually, she discovers that the manor lord is hiding a secret and that her winning a trip there was no happenstance.

TLDR - A young woman wins a trip and finds herself being unknowingly courted by Dracula.

Gifted
End of the World (Eventually), Aliens, Experimental Sex??
Alien x Sacrifice

One woman's decision has resulted in an alien species discovering Earth's existence. With their planet in dire circumstances, they relocate their population to Earth. Leading political figures worldwide discovered that the aliens should arrive in approximately 400+ years. In the hopes of saving humanity from a violent conquest, they send a single human into space. MC is chosen for this specific role. Due to the limitations of space travel, MC is frozen and sent into space with hope and a prayer that nothing deters her trajectory toward the aliens. This story will focus on my character's experience once the aliens capture her.

Sick Like Me
Modern, Violence, Captive
Serial Killer x Witness

The nightly news frequently warns that there is a serial killer on the loose. The police's efforts to apprehend the suspect have all led to dead ends. A young woman stumbles upon a murder, and she instantly realizes this is the fiend who has been haunting her neighborhood. More distressing, the murderer is a person she knows. She escapes. Rather than leave the city and be chased all over the country, he accepts his fate. He waits for the police to bang at his door, but no one ever comes. No one even looks at him differently. So, he visits his friend and is now an unintentional accomplice to learn more.

 

[Peony]

Non-Magical Ideas

Beastly
Beauty & the Beast Revisited, Gangs, Violence
Beast x Beauty

MC’s family has always struggled to stay afloat. Bills overflow the mailbox. The car makes an awful noise when it starts and the gas tank is almost always on empty. They don’t starve due to the graciousness of strangers and the neighborhood church. MC was a smart student. She was bullied often, though, due to circumstances beyond her control, such as being unable to keep up with the latest fashion trends and preferring to keep to herself rather than seek out the company of others. Eventually, the bullying got so bad that she dropped out and picked up a full-time job waitressing at a nearby diner. The paycheck helped out a great deal, and for a short time, MC thought life might become worthwhile. Until, her alcoholic father lost big to YC, a gang leader with a notorious reputation for being cruel and violent.

TLDR - Girl is sold to a violent gangster by her father.

Irredeemable
Arranged Marriage, Opposites Attract, Enemies to Lovers
Attention Whore Husband x Book Loving Wife

From their first meeting, they bumped heads. YC was the life of the party, prone to drunken nights which ended with multiple women in his bed and questionable photos uploaded to his social media accounts. Growing up, rehab was another form of vacation for him. MC valued her privacy and spent the vast bulk of her time traveling the globe and refining her talents as an artist. Her work is highly regarded, winning multiple awards and earning her contract work for various companies and high-profile individuals. Despite that failed first meeting, they somehow fell into bed with each other. Since then, when they are in the same city, they meet for sex but nothing else. Feelings develop and they begin to spend more time in each other’s company. They see past the facade life demands they wear and eventually they get married. But then, life happens, and tragedy strikes. Rather than grow together and develop a stronger bond, they grew apart. Now, they are stuck in a loveless marriage, where one of them is ready to jump ship.

TLDR - A married couple is on the brink of divorce if they do not stop bickering and put effort into their marriage.

Wild Child
Period Drama, Arranged Marriage, Court & Family Drama
Heir Apparant x Betrhothed

He was meant to marry her sister, the docile and obedient one. However, an unplanned meeting between him and the wild child leaves him enamored. And even though his mother pushes him to marry the sister they selected before their travels, he remains firm in his choice. He wants the one that tastes of rain and feels as warm as sunlight. Chaos ensues as she struggles to adjust to the demands of court life and the responsibilities demanded by those who wear the crown.

Modern Poetry
Modern, Music Industry, Drugs, Sex, Potential Non-Con
Producer x Musician

Bare bones plot for now! I will flesh it out later. A young woman seeks to enter the music industry and become a famous rapper.

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[Peony]

Fandom Ideas

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Potterverse (Draco x Hermoine)

Version 1 - Some years have passed since the end of the Second Wizarding War. Though time has passed since the last stand at Hogwarts, scars left by pain and loss still linger within the wizarding community. Draco and Hermoine are cordial with each other. They are more distant associates with anything else as some of their friend groups overlap with each other. However, a situation--be it a joint department project in the Ministry or both of them accepting a position at Hogwarts--forces them from operating on the fringes of each other’s lives to seeing each other daily.

Version 2 - Many lives were lost during the wizarding war. And although Voldemort was defeated, hatred still lingers. The new ministry implements a new program with the hopes of diminishing hostilities within the current and next generations. A marriage lottery is implemented which requires individuals of different blood statuses to become married for a year. After a year, and with sufficient effort being documented by government officials, only then are the participants eligible for a divorce.

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Inuyasha (Sess x Kagome)

Super loose plot!

Version 1 - Takes place in the modern world. Imagine it like Trublood, where Yōkai and humans are attempting coexistence with each other. However, there are still people who are uncertain and distrustful of these creatures that should only be myth but are now very much a part of their reality. Some lords are working harder than others to make integration work better. Sess wants it to work, and after speaking with other lords/ladies, they determine that they require a human ambassador. Sess and Kags pretend a relationship to better improve his popularity with mortals.

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Handmaid's Tale (Commander OC x Handmaid OC)

Plot incoming....Feel free to message if you already have one in mind!

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X-Men Tale (Magneto x OC // Magento x Rogue)

Plot incoming.....Feel free to message if you already have one in mind!

 

[Peony]

𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤

I have a few threads on Blue's boards as well. Feel free to browse them.

Harry Potter || Post-Second War

Dianna's defensive instinct screamed when Dex reached for her. Flashes of instances in the war, cruel and violent, came to mind. Sometimes, she was on the receiving end of it; other times, she doled it out. When it was the former, she never accepted it lying down, even if her life hung in the balance. She was too prideful to become anyone's whimpering bitch. As such, her hand itched to hold her wand.

She needed to be prepared and ready to retaliate if he attacked her. To someone else, the thought might seem preposterous. However, the threat felt real to her. She'd just told him that she hurt people. Such a crime should have her rotting in Azkaban rather than in a position to function as anyone's healer or professor. Yet, here she stood, unpunished.

Yet, she suppressed that urge. She blinked and tried to clear the battiness from her thoughts, emotions that would make her seem like a lunatic. Dianna exhaled sharply and looked at him. Despite her best efforts to shatter his misplaced attraction, he appeared resolute. More determined, if possible.

Dianna's hesitation allowed Dex to touch her without being hexed into sweet oblivion. She regretted her choice instantaneously, even if doing so might've gotten her in trouble with the Headmaster and the Ministry and its underlings.

Dex's hands felt good. Warm. He took care with his touch, like how one might do with an injured beast. It was as if he knew that if he made a single mistake, it could bring reality crashing upon their heads. Dianna felt it then through their physical connection—his hope for her.

So why, then, did she regret it? Sometimes, kindness was more devastating than pain, especially to those who felt undeserving.

"I would say under the right circumstances, you could hate me," Dianna sighed, somewhat frustrated at her inability to succeed in unnerving him. "But that time is now, and here you are, not hating me." She blanched when he reinforced his desire for them to have more than a fling. "You and I cannot date. It's impossible. Why don't you understand it's impossible?"

Yes, the war was over. The right side won. However, its taint lingered on people like her. No matter of time, nor healing would ever remove it. She was marked, both mentally and physically.

Dianna frowned at his mention of the past being irrelevant. Her combative nature growled at that, but then he asked an unexpected question that gave her pause. She blinked confusedly at him and answered truthfully.

"Yes," Dianna whispered before she appeared horrified at her mistake. "Bollocks, I didn't mean that. It wasn't a person. I swear it." Slight panic entered her voice as she didn't want to end up in a cell. "It was a bird! A dumb, noisy bird. I noticed it outside the infirmary window, and I killed it. It didn't suffer. I doubt it even realized what was happening until too late."

Dex still didn't understand, and she didn't know how to get through to him.

"Look at me." Dianna lifted her hand to tap against the side of her head. "Look here, Dextor."

Whether he intended to do so or not, she closed her eyes and expelled a deep breath from parted lips. She tried to bring a single memory into sharp focus, a memory of the last time she allowed herself to try and balance devotion with familial duty.

Water rushed forward until it calmed and became still. Underneath its surface, the memory played out though some portions became murky. Voices echoed as if spoken across a massive cave. The view afforded him a bird's perspective, perched on a branch rather than beside the memory version of her.

In the heart of a jungle, far from civilization, Dianna stood before an intricate circle of runes. Before her, the shimmering promise of the Veil stood visible for a short period if the locals were to be believed. It appeared every bit as enchanting as the books described it. Every bit as dangerous too. The air around it felt soaked with possibility, and Dianna intended to take advantage of it. Once all was ready, she began her incantations.

Her fiance stood a little from her and remained silent, watching and taking in the feat of magic. His face displayed apprehension, but underneath that, there was eagerness.

The ritual's purpose became apparent as she set an offering at the rune's center—a child's toy. Onwards, the chant continued until the horizon brightened with the sun's first kiss to darkness. Dianna appeared haggard at this point, her voice hoarse from not resting, but she continued as she knew that this moment did not come often. She'd searched the world for unguarded access points to the Veil, and there weren't many. Then, she heard his voice when she might've given up hope, whispered at first but louder as if he realized who stood on the other side. However, whatever words he sought to impart to her in that delightful moment of their reunion was lost to its recipient, to her. Only the cadence of his voice crossed the threshold of life and death. Nothing else. Still, it was enough to grant her strength.

Craving connection after decades forced apart, she reached to touch where she suspected him to be near. Yet, the instant she moved, something changed. His presence began to fade.

Her fiance was ready to call the ritual a success and retire for a well-deserved rest, but Dianna resisted. Her gaze hardened as she chanted again but with modifications to the carefully planned incantation. Whereas she coaxed before, she demanded now. She honed her magic like a harpoon and sent it spiraling toward the Veil. Around them, the world had hushed. The only sounds were her fiance's screams for her to stop and her ragged breathing as she tried to pull her brother free from death's clutches.

Darkness blemished her hands, and boils erupted on her skin, but she ignored the pain. It was worth it if she succeeded. As the dark presence loomed closer, her fiance took matters into his own hands. He drew his wand and sent a spell at her. Unprepared, she flew across the space and knocked hard into a trunk. The new pain pulled her out of her frenzy enough to see the dark looming creature that had tethered onto her ambition, and it wasn't her brother. It was a nightmare. A monster that bore her mother's face, bloated from time spent underwater after drowning. Dianna screamed and screamed, and with fear giving her strength, she shoved it back.

The rest was a blur, but it was clear. Her fiance was disturbed. He tried to get her to abandon her pursuit. She didn't. That was the end of them.

"Do you understand now? I cannot stray from this path, not after I have sacrificed so much for it. The past gives me a reason to live. My brother, thoughts of saving him, keep me sane." Her eyes opened, watery as she stared at him. "The person who does that kind of magic, who hurts people for their own selfish gains, is not the kind of person you should date. It's not the type of person you should even befriend."

Dianna was saying all the right words that she should say at this pivotal moment, and yet, somehow, she closed the distance between them at the end of her refusal and pressed her mouth against his. Sparks flew as her magic, volatile after reliving such a painful memory, reached for his.

Modern | Incest

Elena expelled a shaky breath from her full lips as she tangled her slender fingers into her brother's dark hair. Her nails raked across his skin, applying enough pressure for the act to be pleasurable rather than arouse pain. She experienced a small modicum of relief when he allowed her to guide his body into her desired position and embrace him rather than push her away.

Still, Elena didn't suddenly believe all of the tension, the palpable anger she felt when she first stepped into the office after realizing who sat behind her desk evaporated into thin air. She hadn't forgotten his actions, how he reintroduced himself into her life with aggression and violence rather than the sweet, protective tenderness he showered upon her growing up. Yet, despite all that, there was no way she could stand in the same room, after all this time, after countless nights of pinning, and not touch him.

Then, she felt it. A physical manifestation of what Mattia kept concealed underneath his calm facade.

Elena was no stranger to pain. Her family's repeatedly attempted to shield her from the world, but they couldn't fix her. They tried. Her father secured appointments at high-end facilities, flew out standout doctors in their field, and paid close attention to the latest reports of innovative treatments, to no avail.

Her high tolerance, however, didn't prepare her for the moment the blade kissed her hip. Elena screamed when it severed skin and drew blood onto its gleaming tip. Her fingers tightened reflexively and pulled his hair taunt against his scalp before she dropped her hands from his hair. She settled her fingers on his crisp, white shirt and tried to send the office chair rolling across the hardwood floors away from her. But he anticipated it.

The strength she so often relied on turned against her as Elena's attempts to get him away yielded no results. Instead, she found herself pushed back against her desk, which thankfully was devoid of any paperwork or even electronics. She preferred to begin her morning with an empty canvas than deal with yesterday's chaos. Her hands fell behind her body, not to grip the gun but to keep from losing her balance. The wound ached like hell, and she lowered her gaze to stare at the dark spot forming on the sheer fabric.

Anger flared within her as she dragged her fingers across the ruined fabric. Her temper crackled like static as she shifted her hand and gently tugged the knife from his hand. Elene then dragged her gaze across his body, lingering at the spots where he preferred to conceal his weapons. At least where he had liked to keep them. She had seen and helped him undress enough times to memorize the spots. But who knew? Maybe he changed them as it had been years.

Despite them speaking less than twenty words to each other, Elena felt like the blame for their separation had been put entirely on her head. She deserved it, she knew, but so did he. His indiscretions had been the catalyst, after all. That aside, he chose to remain away from her. He knew how the chips would fall if she returned home. He needed to come to her. And yet, he kept living as if she never mattered at all.

That aside, Elena also recognized anger wasn't the only emotion she felt after his assault. No, despite how much it hurt, she felt pleased at the chance to bleed and wear his mark. Part of her hoped it healed slowly so she could look at it in the mirror. So she could rub her fingers against it while she pressed her favorite toy against her eager cunt. Fuck that. Why bother with a toy when he was finally here? Lewd thoughts crossed her mind as she imagined his mouth glued to the bleeding point before he shifted his devout attention between her spread thighs. For him to shove the handle of that…

Elena lifted the knife, laid its flat side against those lips she yearned to feel against hers, and dragged it against his mouth, cleansing her blade from the blade. "I waited for you," she informed him, desire-filled gaze intent on his as she made no effort to hide it. "I waited in Prague first. Then Cologne. Paris. All the places we said we'd visit together one day. Surely, I thought, he'll remember. He'll find me. When I realized you weren't coming, that you'd chosen power and your precious crown over me, I felt cut open. My entire life felt like a lie." As she spoke, she caressed the knife down his jawline until she pressed its sharp tip against his Adam's apple. "Now, as much as I adore this game of who can hurt the other the most, we'll need to reschedule." She nicked his skin, nostrils flaring at the small bead of his blood. Unable to resist, she leaned close and pressed a small kiss to his neck, tongue darting out momentarily to collect her reward. "My life doesn't stop because you finally decide to show the fuck up." She pointed to a nearby door with her hand not holding the knife. "I strongly advise you leave through there. The cops will be arriving momentarily, and I'd prefer my gallery be intact for business today rather than closed and appearing like the Wild West."

Spy x Family

"See you tomorrow," Yor called out with her usual cheerfulness as she broke away from the pack of other women leaving out of City Hall's front entrance. The instant she turned away from them, an excited and slightly unnerving smile crossed her mouth as her usually warm maple brown hues became shadowed by barely contained anxiety. She'd been plagued by stressful thoughts for a while now as her primary way of earning income had become a lot more dangerous.

While she worried about her safety, most of her concerns were for her younger brother, Yuri. If the secret police discovered her, they would kill her and ruin her brother. He'd never find another job again and would live out his days being a pariah of society. All because his sister couldn't stop feeding her grotesque addiction.

Her vivid imagination conjured the image of him being poor and begging on street corners. Just when tears might've formed at the corners of her eyes, Sharon, one of her civilian coworkers, called her name. Yor stopped in her tracks and spun around. Gone was any trace of her inner distress; instead, her eyes glowed once more with their usual warmth.

"Yes," Yor responded as she offered the woman a kind smile. "Did I forget something again?" Her hands gently pat her clothes to ensure she had everything on her person.

"I don't think so," Sharon said, appearing nervous. "I just need a quick moment of your time, please."

"Of course," Yor said, somehow keeping a nervous tremor out of her voice.

With the heightening tension between Ostania and Westalis, people were becoming more inclined to suspicion and more than willing to point an accusing finger in the direction of friends as much as strangers. Though she worked at City hall for some time, she hadn't yet managed to make real connections with, well, anyone. They tolerated her. Despite her best efforts to fix it, somehow,t the gulf between them only widened. So it was surprising to her that they even still bothered to invite her to their after hours activities.

Maybe it's a set-up. No, no. It hadn't reached that point yet. She still had time to brush aside her coworkers' concerns about her.

"I only wanted to ensure you still intended to attend Camilla's dinner party," Sharon continued. "You were quiet when she brought it up during lunch today."

Yor blushed. She struggled to concentrate on her coworkers' lunchtime conversation due to her mounting worries.

"My apologies," Yor said with a slight bow of her head. "I…I didn't sleep well last night, so I've been out of sorts all day."

"Okay." Sharon gave her a sympathetic smile even though it was clear that she didn't fully believe that was the reason behind Yor's quietness. "Remember, it's in two nights."

As they went their separate ways, Yor thought more about the upcoming party. They wanted her to attend but with a partner. How in the world would she pull that off? Despite her pretty looks, most guys were either intimidated or disinterested in her. Too bad she couldn't force someone to go with her… that'd be easier than convincing them with her not-so-charming personality.

She sighed and headed home, fully intending to spend most of the night brainstorming ideas to avoid becoming a target when her phone interrupted her thinking session. She pursed her lips and walked over to pick up the phone from its receiver.

"This is Yor Briar," she answered in her usual manner.

A bright smile crossed her face when she heard her brother's voice on the other end. She loved hearing from Yuri as he often told her stories about his accomplishments and the people he got the opportunity to meet due to his position. Yet, their conversation took an unusual turn when he also prodded her about her love life. In her haste to lessen his worries, she uttered a small lie. Before she could backtrack, he ended the call hoping to meet her alleged boyfriend soon. It felt like her heart might erupt from anxiety.

But then, a blessing fell into her lap from the heavens when the Shopkeeper, her handler, called and informed her that they needed her thorn blades tonight. The instant she heard those sweet words, all of her anxiety melted, leaving nothing but anticipation and excitement.

The blood had been mostly cleaned out of the fabric after her mission, but there was little she could do about the tears. How had she been so careless? Sighing, she knew how. Sometimes she got so lost in the thrill of hunting down her prey that she forgot about all else, including the need to make an appearance at the party in the very same dress. Yor tried to fix her one good dress for several hours before she gave up. Her efforts were doing more harm than good. She'd need to seek out a professional's assistance. Luckily enough, there was a tailor's shop nearby her job.

The following work day came and went in the flash of an eye. And, as planned, Yor headed straight to the tailor's shop hoping they'd be over to fix it within a few short hours rather than days. Inside, the small but exquisite shop was brimming with customers, from couples fixated only on each other to young families and their children. She stayed out of their way but never hesitated to cast a friendly smile toward an inquisitive child if they noticed her.

Awaiting her turn, Yor lingered nearby the counter when she noticed one particular gentleman standing a little ways away from her. He was dressed in a well-made suit; certainly nothing off the rack by the look of it. He also possessed a natural confidence and some of the most piercing blue eyes she'd ever seen. They reminded her of ice, which suited her well enough because she adored winter. Roses, her favorite flower, looked stunning in the snow. The girls at work would certainly forget their suspicions if she showed up to the party with him at her side.

Maybe I should say hello? Yor fidgeted with the dress held in a package in her hands. Just say hello and introduce myself. It's that easy. Except, it wasn't since a young girl emerged from one of the dressing rooms and eagerly showed off her school uniform to him.

"Papa!" The small child cried out as she showed off her gold and black uniform. "Isn't it pretty?"

He was married.

Of course, he was married. She was silly to think otherwise.

Then, realizing she was staring, she averted her gaze to the floor, hoping that father and daughter hadn't noticed her.

Modern | Fantasy - Werewolf

While Claude had fun tonight, it felt like something was missing. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was until she arrived home and walked into an empty flat. Neither of her roommates was home. Just quiet. It was much harder to ignore the musings of your mind when silence dominated an entire space. Nobody being around also meant that she was more aware of the persistent yearning coursing through her body. No porn video or grinding her clit against her favorite toy would satisfy this desire.

Part of her did not fully accept Gryff, of all people, as the answer to her problem until the elevator doors slid open and revealed his scowling face.

Gryffin's anger was palpable in the air. It should have made her rear backward or, at bare minimum, hesitate out of self-preservation, but no such thought entered her determined mind. No amount of danger emanating from him would ever keep her at bay. Whereas he might intimate certain members of the pack or terrify their enemies, all she wanted to do was kiss it better until his anger melted from existence. That was her special talent when it came to him. She filled his world with sunshine, at least she did until that unspeakable incident happened and drove an uncrossable wedge between them.

Fuck, she missed him. Missed watching his jaw tense when he tried to figure out what was wrong with someone's car. Missed witnessing his dark hues brighten whenever she told him some ridiculous story. She lost count of how many times she captured his image in her sketchbooks, trying her best to capture the moment when she cracked his armor and earned a genuine smile for her efforts.

Her nostrils flared as she noted how his scent changed at the sight of her, changing from brimstone rage to sharp desire. Still, self-doubt did its best to squash her confidence into pieces, reminding her of how the last time she acted rashly ended in heartbreak.

Rashness did not often yield good results for her. Gryff might act like he wanted to hold her now like he never wanted to let her go, but eventually, he'd come to his senses and hate her for making him act in a way that went against his moral code or whatever the fuck he called it these nights. Carter wasn't around anymore to help her pick up the pieces of her broken heart with patient hugs and her favorite pint of ice cream.

She was alone, that much was certain, but fucking hell, she did not want that reality tonight. So despite knowing the risk, which did not weigh in her favor, Claude allowed herself to be drawn towards him, eager for meager minutes even if it might have lifetime consequences. And for a wolf, that was a long fucking time. She told herself it was worth it.

Besides, she was not after more than a night's warmth with him, right? Sex did not mean commitment.

Gryff's lips crushed against hers and erased almost all traces of uncertainty from her mind. Hell, it almost made her forget why she possessed them in the first place. How could she even think he did not want her when he held her like he was afraid she might vanish if he stopped touching her, or when he kissed her like he feared what would happen if they took a single second to breathe?

That was the key. Overthinking was their common enemy, and Claude was determined not to lose against it this time. Not considering the wrongness of her intentions, she wrapped her fingers around his thick member, fingertips caressing across its swollen tip. A low hum escaped her lips as she pumped her hand back and forth along his shaft at a slow pace, intending to set fire to his blood.

"We don't have to talk," Claude said in a quiet, reassuring whisper when he opened his mouth to say some logical nonsense. She didn't want to hear it. "Fuck, don't make me talk." It was a usual demand for a wolf known for her chatty nature.

Claude shook her head from side to side as if to emphasize her point. Their closeness caused her corkscrew curls to brush underneath his nose. Though she denied him verbal communication, she offered him an alternative, another focusing point, as she squeezed lightly at the base of his cock before dragging her fingers upward. Her heart pounded in her ears as she waited to see if her distraction attempt succeeded or not. Unwavering eyes watched him as she slightly panted as she familiarized herself with each glorious inch of his dick. Her thighs pressed together as she imagined how it might feel inside of her. If tonight went how she'd like, she wouldn't have to dream anymore.

As she hoped, the motion silenced whatever protest threatened to burgeon from his lips. She watched with approving eyes when the question faded from his expressive hues, replaced by a reckless abandon that she only witnessed a few times during full moon hunts. At the change, she knew he was hers.

Not forever, of course. Just tonight, and she'd take that.

The world spun like a Ferris wheel as Gryff took control from her trembling hands, changing their position so that her body was crushed between his solid chest and the wall. Somewhere, within his flat, she heard something crash onto the floor, but she was too focused on him to direct her gaze elsewhere.

The costume, which had not budged all night through nonstop dancing, pulled taut against her flesh at his incessant tug. She hissed when the fabric shredded into pieces, a brief stinging sensation painting itself across her skin. No concern for what she might wear home crossed her mind. Like him, she was eager to be rid of all barriers between them. With her free hand, she aided his hasty efforts to be rid of his pants. Then, suddenly, Gryff knocked her hand out of the way as he took hold of his cock and positioned its swollen head against her weeping cunt. Claude drew deep gulps of air into her lungs, breasts heaving as a result until he pushed inside of her after what felt like an eternity.

"Mmgh!" She moaned until his mouth against hers silenced the sound.

Never, in her entire life, did she feel so connected to another person. The suddenness of the emotion almost overwhelmed her until she remembered tonight's motto: No overthinking allowed. This was just damn good sex. Nothing more.

Their tongues sparred against each other as Claude refused to play nice and yield to him. Her impedance did falter as he punished her in the most delicious way by pushing deeper inside of her weeping cunt. She wobbled on her feet and might've lost her balance if not for his steadying hands against her hips. Eyes half-hooded, she moaned, the sound lower in timbre than usual, when his heavy balls bounced against her derriere. His stillness earned an impatient growl from her as she rolled her hips in demand. How dare he fucking tease her after how long she waited for this moment.

Lips trailed away from his face, leaving kisses in her wake. She tugged briefly at his earlobe before continuing to where his neck sloped into broad shoulders. The skin there was perfect, frustratingly so. All she could picture within her mind was how much better it would look with an imprint of her teeth there. A broad stroke of her tongue prepped her canvas before she parted her lips and bit him hard enough to make a mark but not draw blood.

Fuck, it wasn't enough. Her wolf demanded more; human teeth weren't suited to their goal.

Luckily, before she could entertain the idea of shifting right then, his hands sank into her delicate curls once again and pulled her back. Her head relaxed against the wall as amber hues met his gaze. Despite it being their first time, Claude seemed attuned enough to him to understand what he wanted without a single word passing between them. So when his hands cupped her soft behind, she immediately aided his efforts by wrapping her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles at his back.

"Gimme." Halfway through uttering the demand, the word shifted into a guttural moan as he interrupted with a hard thrust followed by another in quick succession. The aggression was exactly what she craved, what she needed.

Gryff's desire to witness her fall only heightened her excitement. Being watched aroused her, and the fact that he enjoyed it too made her contemplate how he might react if she played with her clit for his benefit. Her cunt soaked his cock all the more at the wicked thought. She was far too good to care about how her cunt punctuated each thrust with a lewd wet noise. Each slap of their bodies together made her clench tighter around him as if she desired his seed.

"So close," she promised, eagerly writhing downward to meet his fierce thrust. The pressure against her clit garbled her speech. "Sodaymclose, Gryff."

Already dancing at death's doorstep, his fingertips' gentle pull against her nipples proved the extra bit needed to push her from the precipice. She drew him close as darkness engulfed her after she buried her face against his skin. Doing so accomplished little as he could undoubtedly still hear the soft, husky moans falling from her lips. She shuddered against him as small quakes became gentle waves lapping across every inch of her body.

Claude's legs felt more akin to jelly as she became vaguely aware of being moved deeper within his home. Still hungry, she hummed with quiet delight as her mouth found his again. She proved less impish, more willing to follow his lead. In a flash, he tore the last of the costume away, leaving her exposed and naked beneath him. Claude usually was not the shy type. She stripped at a second's notice, ready to partake in a game of risque poke or jump into freezing water if dared to do so. But this was Gryff. The wolf she'd imagined being underneath for years, the man she'd been fantasizing about and getting off to since their last encounter on the mountain trail. She cared about his opinion. He did not disappoint as he stared at her as if she was Venus incarnate. Underneath his stare, she felt equal parts vulnerable and powerful.

Her hands found his thick hair as he bent down and wrapped those warm lips against her nipple. Each searing suckle earned a quiet moan from her until her legs found his waist once more. This time, her foot nudged into his behind, easing him forward as she writhed downward to meet him.

 

[Peony]

Below are examples of the types of girls I enjoy writing. Feel free to peruse them and suggest a potential plot with them if they strike your fancy.​

The Former Queen Youtube Creator - 28 - Pansexual Masochist - Unicorn - Praise Whore​ at a glance Raised in New Orleans, showmanship and pride are embedded in Eden's bones. Her mother was a true Southern Belle, believing firmly in church, family, and community involvement. Eden learned from her knee how to deal with people of varying personalities and make people love her by the end of an interaction. Taking pride in her appearance started at an early age. She participated in a variety of beauty contests and also participated yearly in parades. Eden hopped on the YouTube bandwagon early., uploading video blogs about her life, costume designs, and make-up videos Her consistent videos led to her eventually crossing the 1 million subscriber mark and eventually being able to sell merch to create a further nest egg for herself and her family.

Bitch-In-Training Student - 18 - Heteroflexible Pet Play (Puppy) - 24/7 - Training​ at a glance Dylan's life was filled with various activities that kept her busy. She loved participating in sports groups, including quidditch and football. In addition, she often accompanied her parents on their restaurant research trips for their food blog. This upbringing instilled in her a sense of adventure and a willingness to try new things, which she carried throughout her life. Dylan is the type of person who likes to form her own opinions rather than rely on others. Her open mind has allowed her to try different things but has also made her a hoarder. She tends to accumulate items she doesn't use but believes she might need in the future. Her people-pleasing nature has led her to pay attention to those she cares about and try to make them feel better when they are down.

Runaway Princess Money Launderer - 27 - Bisexual Blah - Blah - Blah​ at a glance Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. In ipsum sem, sodales et hendrerit eu, mattis eu massa. In pellentesque est vel nibh ullamcorper ultricies in eget ex. Quisque a nunc dapibus, posuere nisl vel, dignissim nisi. Pellentesque congue tellus nec ligula mollis tempor. Praesent efficitur porttitor ex sed interdum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Integer viverra rutrum justo.

Cold As Hell Socialite - 25 - Pansexual Brat - Dubcon - Denial ​ at a glance Katya's life was rich and full as their family's pharmaceutical business success swelled to great heights. However, an unfortunate recall resulted in several people becoming ill. The sudden attention made people more curious about her father's business dealings. An investigation resulted in other criminal offenses being uncovered. By the end, they were bankrupt. Salt was added to their wounds when another case was launched against her father resulting in him being sentenced to sixty years in jail. He didn't last a year. They were told he hung himself, but their family always suspected foul play. From glamorous estates to poverty, her family crammed into a small apartment. Her mother sank into a violent depression, and it became Katya's responsibility to look after her and the young ones. She worked minimum wage jobs and attended school in the hopes of an education helping her get a better job. In the beginning, some of her father's former business associates visited them but she quickly discovered their intentions were less than honorable. In exchange for their "help," they wanted to use her.

The Wallflower Student - 20 - Unsure Virgin - Curious - Religious Play​ at a glance Billie is the second to the youngest child of eight children. Her parents, Wilhelm and Bethany, are members of a closed religious community as are the rest of her family. Her life has been predictable and ordinary so far. Weekdays were dedicated to schooling and assisting around the house with chores. A small window of time in the evening was dedicated to personal pursuits, whether it was some form of artistic expression or pursuing one's interest through reading books. To use the computer was an incredible privilege, one granted to a single child each night for an hour. They mostly used it to play offline games such as chess, solitaire, or mine sweeper. The weekend brought a little more variation to their days. Her father believed in self-sufficiency, so he ensured all of them knew how to fix various appliances around the house regardless of gender. They also sometimes ventured beyond their property lines to sell their wares to curious shoppers. Billie's story begins when she leaves home for the first time to learn about the outside world.

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[Peony]

Boop. Warmer weather has pulled my partners from the computer! As such, I am in the market for some new tales. I'm in the process of remodeling this thread, so sorry if it looks a little wonky.

 

[Peony]

I am too lazy to make these ideas in my usual template. I will do it eventually…maybe. xD

• I am craving a long-term story in the My Hero Academia Universe. I would not mind playing a story opposite of Todoroki, Katsuki, Dabi, Hawks, Endeavor, or Shigaraki. It can be them as students (aged up to fit Blue’s rules, of course, or as beginner heroes seeking to further make their name)
• My Star Wars itch is back, thanks to watching The Acolyte. I would love to play Osha opposite Qimir.
• After watching Netflix’s The Double, I am once again interested in second chances, a born-again type of story. This does not need to be a historical story like the show. It can take place in a modern universe. The basic overview is that two individuals are arranged to marry each other. However, at some point during the early stages of the marriage, it is revealed that YC is still in love with the person they were originally supposed to marry but did not because the engagement was canceled (the reasons can be up to you). Afterward, they separated from each other and lived apart. Their lives eventually ended after the two became suspicious of each other and had a part in the other’s death. When reborn, they are taken back to the time just before their marriage was arranged to each other. They both will eventually discover that the other is also from the future as well.
• Another show that I watched and enjoyed immensely is The Double. I would like to write something similar. If you haven’t watched it, the idea is that MC’s husband kills her. It is later discovered that his hand is forced by someone more powerful than him from the royal family. However, MC doesn’t die and makes her return by assuming the identity of a young “troubled” noblewoman who had been sent away by her family as a child. She’s out for revenge and finds assistance from a powerful ally, YC, who wants to expose the corruption around them.
• I love a good isekai story. I’d like to take inspiration from Shield Hero (as it is what I am currently watching). I don’t have a preference for if you play the person from the “other” world or if I do. Either way, the idea would be to strengthen and defend the fantasy world from some malevolent force.
• I have been reading a far amount of fanfiction, and I have discovered a love for a new pairing. Yay me! In Potterverse, I would love to write Neville and Pansy opposite of each other. I like the idea of Neville growing more confident and assertive. Bonus if he runs an illegal plant business. >.>
• Part of me also wants to write something in The Boys Universe or maybe even Invincible, but I do not have a particular plot in mind. Other random cravings are fallout (adored the show. I would like to focus on vault life. Maybe an arranged marriage across vaults.) I have a mild interest in writing something within the Interview with a Vampire (the new show) universe.
• Oh crap! I almost forgot that I wouldn't mind trying to write something in the Elden Ring universe. xD

 

[Peony]

Boop. Still on the hunt for distractions. Again, apologies for not making these new interests look pretty. I'll get around to it. Eventually.

Oh, another fandom that has become intriguing to me is Superman, thanks to watching My Adventures with Superman. Clark is so adorbs and full of personality. I love it. Also, I love spicy Lois.

My rotten brain is remembering how good of a ship Erik and Sookie is. >.>