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  Well met, fellow pervert!
  
  I genuinely live for playful teasing and whimsical flirting. I see it as an ecstatic partner-dance of push and pull, with each character exploring the energy of the other, all while slowly building a relationship, sliding innevitably toward the point where they meet and become one.
  
  Let's turn writing into a literary improv game of co-creation. One in which we are both active, building on each other's ideas. One person does something, the other says "Yes, and..."
  
  I don't care about post length, but I do care about vibing and flowing together as writers. I want to bounce ideas off each other, maybe even have a running commentary in OOC outside of the main thread. Let the story unfold organically rather than forcing it one direction or another.
  
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  "I see you shiver with anticip...pation" - Rocky Horror Picture Show

  
  PST, Mid 30s big dominant manly-man who secretly writes romance stories on the internet
  
  I come here to try to shut my brain off and just have fun. Unfortunately I have neither the time nor energy for an actual relationship. Do you see my problem here? I need an RP damsel in distress to rescue me from responsibility! Save me wench!
  
  I use Canadian spelling for things unless I am masking as an American for some reason. Colouring is more fun with 'U'
  
  Definitely not a grammar nazi, and I don't care about your typos. If that's what you focus on, then I think you might be missing the point.
  
  I love worldbuilding. Poetry. Double meanings and crazy twists. Maybe a bit of hanky panky sprinkled in there for good measure.
  
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  I'm into deeply broken and flawed characters who develop over time.
  
  Playing bigger than life characters who bring the party with them while YC is helpless but to be swept into their current.
  
  At the beginning of my stories, I have no idea what MCs are like, beyond a couple vague ideas. I just shut off my brain, start moving my hand, and they take on entire lives of their own.
  
  After being fleshed out, my characters tend to be very realistic, sometimes tragic, and always deeper than they appear.
  
  In my head I will have invented an entire life story for them, complete with tragedies and triumphs, flaws and fair-weather friends. Yes, like a winding, twisting system of roots hidden under the tree of life, I have come up with side characters in the past, and life stories for those side characters. You will probably never hear about them, but their influence will only come out indirectly: manifested in the form of my character's thoughts and behaviours.
  
  I like to walk the line of sweet and spicy. E.g.:
  
  • The misunderstood badboy with a heart of gold.
  • The tormented artist seeking a muse, while battling addiction or mental illness.
  • The corrupt official struggling to turn over a new leaf.
  
  I also like to challenge myself by stepping outside of 'my usual'. If you have an idea you want to explore, then try me!
  
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  I love it when YC has depth for me to explore. Like a psychologist with tourette's, I want to see what makes her tic.
  
  YC does not need to be submissive, but if she is, then I think there is a huge difference between "submissive" and "passive".
  I love it when YC is eagerly trying to gain the approval of MC. But that does not mean that I want the burden of carrying the entire conversation on my shoulders.
  
  YC should do things to push the story forward, or throw me a curveball to spice things up. She should have interests, with her own life and personality outside of MC and the main plot.
  
  I like when there is tension and resistance. The inner battle of a forbidden love, or two characters who hate each other being forced to work together.
  Playing hard to get is a huge turn-on. Give me a virgin to seduce. A shrew to tame. A lesbian to turn. I cannot help myself.
  
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  I prefer realistic characters with realistic flaws. Ugly, fat, scars, wrinkles, and acne? I'm game. Why not? I can't be the only one getting bored of supermodels. Give me some inner beauty and intelligence so I can fuck her brains out instead.
  
  I don't bother with face claims; you can if you want. But one of the reasons I RP or read erotica is to give my imagination some exercise.
  
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  I consider all stories to be strictly fantasy, and not real. I am not playing myself, and will happily explore kinks that I have no personal interest in.
  
  There are of course things I will NOT do.
  
  • I never play submissive characters (except for some side character)
  • No minors
  • No animals, nor furries
  • I'm not into anime/hentai and won't pretend to understand the Japanese slang people are throwing around
  • I'm not attracted to penises. MC has one. YC should not.
  Sometimes with the right person, I have the urge to do a really dark RP that requires many trigger warnings, but that's honestly just me trying to process my own childhood trauma.
  

 

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Samples and ideas

Charm History Dark HP Body snatcher

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  This is a very lighthearted attempt at creating one of those "bigger than life" personalities who move through life with zero fucks given for consequences. It comes from a shower thought once. "What if Steve Irwin had become a smooth-talking conman, rather than an environmentalist?"

  
  Steve was spotted walking into the outdoor wedding reception wearing a pair of khaki shorts, a loose t-shirt, and a shark tooth necklace. Who spotted him? Everyone. The guy stood out like a forest fire in Antarctica.
  
  Walking briskly into a booth where the catering team was hurriedly prepping, he firmly slapped a server on the back.
  "How ya doin' mate? Guests treating you well so far?"
  "Huh? Ya sure..."
  Steve leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially "You sure? 'Cause I heard my wanker brother in-law out there isn't exactly tipping. I'll see what I can do."
  He spotted a waitress in the doorway staring at him curiously. She was about to take a tray of glasses out, but apparently got distracted. Steve locked eyes with her and sternly said "Hey! You! You better be staying out of trouble.". She stared wide-eyed at him, but eventually he broke into a playful grin.
  
  He added "But really darling, don't stand there - no no no, over here..." Physically moving her around the booth and out of the doorway. She couldn't help giggling at this strange man who was acting like he owned the place. With a wink, he took the tray from her and headed back out into the wedding. He almost thought he heard someone whisper "who the fuck was that?" "-I have no idea"
  
  Steve began mingling with everyone, telling jokes and stories everywhere he went. The caterers thought he was a guest, the guests thought he was a caterer.
  
  Out of the corner of his eye he observed the father of the bride. Big brawny guy, unbelievably wealthy, former athlete. Steve's instinct was that the bloke would respond to bravado more than anything. Time for the first impression, he decided.
  
  "G'day Mr. Kettler, and congratulat- wait! Don't drink that!" Steve snatched the glass of wine out of the man's hand and quickly drank two big gulps. "Alright, now you can, mate" he finished, handing it back while wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
  
  It felt as if time stopped as the entire room stared in disbelief. "What the fu..." His mark stammered, then paused, and then... laughed. He laughed like it was the funniest thing anyone had ever done. "Oh you bastard, that was good!"
  "You're right... it was good. Mind if I dance with your other daughter?" He shot a glance at the young bridesmaid beside him and made an educated guess, offering his hand.
  Mr. Kettler just shrugged, still chuckling and shaking his head. "Up to her"
  
  
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  A real goth girl would sack rome with me <.<

  YC is the Oracle of Delphi, or a priestess, or perhaps even some hermit-witch in the woods. Legends are told about her far and wide. She knows all. Kings and beggers alike seek her wisdom and magic.
  
  But it's all a lie. In reality, she's just a rebellious punk who likes to pass the time by getting high on mushrooms and describing her trips to travellers. She makes random guesses, and when she guesses wrong, she just gaslights the customer with some dismissive, handwaving "Oh you didn't believe hard enough"
  People give her more gold than she knows what to do with. It's a good gig.
  
  Until one day MC kidnaps her. You see, MC is a big hairy barbarian who is planning to attack a city soon. MC is not the sharpest bulb in the garden, he doesn't know everything, but one thing he does know is that this Oracle he keeps hearing about is surely the secret to his success. She knows the future!! With her help, he can win any battle.
  
  This could go in so many directions.
  Maybe YC is fully capable of escaping, she just chooses not to because the job was getting dull and she feels like seeing the world.
  Maybe it's an enemies to lovers scenario?
  Maybe they become platonic friends and have a totally non sexual world-building adventure.
  Or maybe something much darker, dubcon and noncon.
  
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  Trigger warning: Dubcon, cheating, cuckhold

  This takes place in the Harry Potter universe, but I have decided to create a massive plot twist that could have happened.

  James Potter slowly opened his eyes with a pained groan. The world was spinning around him but he could make out his wife in the dimly lit chamber. As he tried to reach out to her, it became apparent that he was bound in invisible ropes that burned him if he moved. Maybe she was bound too?
  
  "Eveninggg" came a drawling voice from behind. It was a voice he did not recognize, but the menacing undertone could only have one owner.
  
  Footsteps approached and then stopped. The unseen form of the dark lord apparently stood behind them, just out of view.
  
  "James and Lily Potter... Let me ask you something, do you know why people fear me?"
  
  "Murderer" Lily managed to croak.
  
  "No, you idiot. People do not fear violence, they embrace it as something to unite against. You get to be a hero by fighting villains like myself, it makes you feel good." He chuckled slowly, taking his time.
  "What people fear is the seduction. Look, everyone has witnessed a loved one who became swayed by my call. People you think you can trust... but how do you know for sure? They might be working for me in secret. You can't trust anyone. And worst of all, you can't trust yourself, because I might just get inside your mind someday and you won't even know it. I shall not be named, because I am represented by every name. Every face. Everyone you know and love has the potential to be... me. You fear me because I am a mirror held up to your face, revealing your deepest flaws and insecurities."
  
  His face hovered beside Lily's as she writhed to get away from his repulsive presence. "I'll tell you how this is going to work" He continued. His hands slowly trailing down her body, hovering above her skin but not quite touching her. "This will not be rape. I will not do anything until you consent. But you will consent, and with much enthusiasm. Because after I wipe your memories today, you will carry on living your lives. Tomorrow, while James is at work, I will approach you as a friendly stranger. I will give you the kind of attention you crave. The kind that James is currently failing to provide."
  
  Lily froze at those last words. An unspoken understanding... James was failing to excite her sometimes. She loved him more than anything, yes, but she had dark fantasies... fetishes he had never fully satisfied. How did Voldemort know that?
  
  "And James, in a moment of weakness, your dear wife will betray you. Not because of some spell I cast, but because I know what she craves, and you apparently, do not. She will conceive my child, and she will cast countless spells to make it look like yours. And James, you might grow suspicious and resentful over time, but she'll keep insisting that everything is fine, when you know it isn't. You will raise my child as your own, love him, nurture him... and eventually die for him.
  
  Good night."
  
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  I once happened to see a miserable looking couple. The man was the portrait of emasculated. I got to thinking about what I would do if I could trade places with him and turn that ship around.

  TW: Power struggle

  YC was a beautiful young woman turned bitchy housewife. She has been married to MC for years, but she doesn't respect MC. He's too passive. YC constantly belittles or berates him and pushes his buttons while he just folds like some limp, impotent, wet rag.
  
  Then one day, his entire personality changes as if possessed by some powerful, charismatic, dominant man.
  ...and he isn't taking your shit any more, nor anyone else's.
  
  It doesn't matter how it happened. Just strap in for a ride. This guy is a bit crazy now, but the kind of crazy that will violently attack anyone who hurts you.
  
  Oh sure, you'll try to call his bluff. You'll kick and scream and tell him what an asshole he is. He'll laugh at your attempts as he throws you on the bed and takes what he wants.
  Piece by piece, MC is going to break YC down into a good submissive girl. But not right away.
  
  Right now I am craving a fight. An argument. I want the heat, the blazing passion of the moment. And I want to put you in your place; but you want that too, don't you?
  

 

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