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Violet or Vi · Mar 12, 2024

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Violet or Vi · Mar 12, 2024

Hi, I'm Violet or Bunny or Violet Bunny or Vi or some mixture of those and this is my request thread for more specific ideas/characters. My old/main request thread can be found here. I'm like writing/roleplaying for at ~~least two weeks~~ around 8-9 years at this point. I very much enjoy a good story with ~~misery~~ romance and some smut mixed in.
𓆩♡𓆪 Mostly write FxF or FxNB.
𓆩♡𓆪 I enjoy a decent story
𓆩♡𓆪 Love worldbuilding
𓆩♡𓆪 Character development
𓆩♡𓆪 Lean towards darker settings
𓆩♡𓆪 Prefer drawn references over photos
𓆩♡𓆪 Happy to do short-term or one-shots. Long-term maybe
𓆩♡𓆪 Friendly OOC, I like to think. Overall pretty boring (un)like my RP
𓆩♡𓆪 Post somewhere between multiple times a day or once a week
𓆩♡𓆪 Better at coming up with characters than stories.
F-list (NSFW)

ONS
› Affection
› Anal (Receiving)
› Anatomically Correct
› Seduction
› Butt Stuff
› Consensual
› Creampies
› Double Penetration
› Fingering
› Human Cocks
› Kissing
› Oral Sex
› Original Characters
› Possessiveness / Jealousy
› Pubic Hair
› Romance
› Soft Cum Facials
› Spanking
› Squirting
› Teasing
› Verisimilitude
› Wetting / Omorashi / Bathroom Control

OFFS
› Non-con
› Hyper anything
› Adultery/Cuckolding/NTR
› Ageplay
› Incest

THEMES
Addiction/Vices ♥ Angst ♥ Attachment/Commitment Issues ♥ Bittersweet Ends ♥ Codependency ♥ Disabilities ♥ Emotional Trauma ♥ Forbidden Romances ♥ Fully Realized Characters ♥ Hurt/Comfort ♥ Juxtaposition ♥ Mommy/Daddy Issues ♥ Possessiveness/Jealousy ♥ Power Dynamics ♥ Second Chances ♥ Sapphic longings ♥ Societal pressure ♥ Struggle ♥ Taboos ♥ Toxic Relationships ♥ Trauma ♥ Unhealthy Relationships ♥ Weaknesses
The Cop
Some time ago I came up with an OC set in the Cyberpunk 2077/Red universe but she also works in any generic cyberpunk of Sci-Fi setting. Either way. I'm now looking for some RP for/with her. Mostly one-shots or short-term for now. Maybe long-term if we really mesh but I learned not to make such promises.

A trouble cop with childhood trauma. Rebellious brat and a hypocrite if it serves her. A bit of a tomboy. She struggles with all sort of vices. A drinker who spends her nights at clubs, picks up strangers, and sometimes gambles. Mild drug. Quick sex with a proclivity to do unconventional stuff in bed. Fucked up life in a fucked up place. One of so many that struggle. Suspicious of the world around, especially anything Corpo or gang related. Always carries at least one weapon on her. Once she believed that her job was a virtuous endeavor, a fix for personal downfalls. Nowadays she isn't so sure anymore. Has a past she doesn't talk about and would prefer to forget. Personal and romantic relationships never work out. Bad at love one could say. Sex addiction/bad relationship with sex (I swear I didn't just add this for the smut). See sex as an means to an end. No cop in this city is clean but she tires to at least be not one of the really bad ones but everyone bends the rules, sometimes. Cynical going through the motions.

The Nameless
In the near future, most people live in big megacities. Governments are corrupted and/or authoritarian. The world is overpopulated according by those in power. Crime rates are sky-rocking since years. The world is a dark place.

One corporation offers to fix this problem with the new program of armor-wearing, super-soldiers/cops/cybernetics. Replicants. Purpose breed clones of people long past. An army of enchant beings. Less than humans in the easy of many. Where do they come from? Nobody really knows. They don't ask questions, they don't speak if not spoken to. They don't age. Don't complain. Nobody really remembered when the program started. There is a person behind the veil. But nobody cares. Nobody is supposed to care. They just follow orders. Patrolling the streets as semi-lifeless machines. Going into the areas normal police can't or won't. The program was somewhat of a success, crime rates seem to be lower but critics argue that it took too much, that the data is falsified.

The Agent
Does she have a name? Many. None. Sometimes she can't even remember herself. Another identity. Another city. Another job. Her job is all she knowns. Pleasure is temporary. But many something or someone comes her way to throw everything into question

The Commander and the Doctor
A new idea that I'm working on based of a fanfic I read set in the Mass Effect universe (not sure if I can link it here). That being said, it can be set in any setting. The basing idea would be a Doctor being assigned to a new ship/command with a dashing commander. 'Stuff' ensures.

Violet or Vi · Mar 12, 2024

Hey there!
It has been awhile!
Hi there and thank you for checking out my thread.

Short section about me:
I'm in my early 30s, Writing/Roleplay for around seven years at this point. I very much enjoy a good story with romance and ~~some~~ lots of smut mixed in. I'm a huge sucker for romance, especially romance set against the backdrop of a darker story/setting. I'm often online so sometimes even offer pretty quick replies but that all depends.

New stuff:
As said, it has been awhile since the last time that I RPed so go easy on me. Since the last time since I was active around here I got interested in playing a futa character (Just to be clear, I mean a female character with cock and balls, no vagina when I write futa). And seeing there is this fancy new section for off-site RP, I thought I give it a try for my ~~glorious~~ return! Also so cy-one isn't ruling this forum section all alone ;3
While this is my NB thread, I'm happy to play either a female or futa charater

I will keep my ideas pretty basic for a few reasons. First of all, I like to let the RP just flow and not plan everything out before even starting. I often come up with more ideas over the curse of an RP.
Secondly, I like surprises, twists, things changing thanks to brainstorming and input. Also, I'm lazy.

The Elf

MC would be an Nightbrone/Drown/Darkelf that just escaped her isolated society and stumbled into the world. Free for the first time, relatively speaking. Eager to explore and learn. To find out more about the world and go on adventures. Maybe even gain power and become the best she ever was!

(Img will come)

The Agent

MC would be an agent of some mysterious "OGA" (Other Government Agency) or private organization.
YC could be all sorts of things. One idea is that she needs a pilot to get her form A to B. Or maybe YC is one of her targets but something goes wrong and she develops feelings?
Or maybe you have something in mind I didn't even thought about!

Sports Rivals
YC and MC are the captains of her respective sports teams (Soccer, Volleyball, Basketball, etc. I was leaning towards Soccer because contacts sport). Both teams are the best in their league (something regional. Maybe college league), treading championship each season. But not only are MC and YC rivals on the field they also come from vastly different backgrounds. One is a child of hard-working immigrants, the other comes from a family of preppy WASPs. One is a spoiled brat, the other had to work for everything. MC and YC see each other often enough in their daily life (college or work) and on the field. They hate each other. Or do they?

Note: So I rewrote my whole rivals idea into a more simple setting. The rest is still the same. I think there could be a lot of fun over time as the two fall in love. Trying their best to hide their relationship as it would very likely lead to benching in their respective teams if it comes out. Not to mention all the scorn from fellow teammates.

The Mob Boss

MC is an LE agent that after a recent fuck up is send to go undercover with one of the most notorious crime families in the city. Rumors tell of a new person at the head of the organization but the police are unable to find out who. MC is sent in to gather information. To her surprise, the new boss is no other than YC.

Note: I know this is pretty simple of a setup but I think there can be done a lot with it. The general idea is that MC is falling for YC what leads to the internal conflict between duty and love. A lot of things can be adjusted for this play. Does YC know about her being a mole? Does YC go out of her way to seduce her or vice versa? Does YC plan on killing MC but end up falling in love with her?

Your idea!

Yeah, yeah. I know. How imaginative but seriously, do you have some idea and look for a partner and think I could be a good fit? Feel free to reach out.

Writing Style: I only write in Third-person, past tense. I am very flexible with post length and all that stuff. Sometimes I mirror hard, sometimes not so much. But if you want to get an idea of my writing just check out THIS story. It is pretty recent as of the time of this posting and should give someone a decent idea of what they can expect from me for better or worst.

Long-term vs short-term stories: I very much prefer long-term, or short-term with the possibility of going long if we click.

Story and smut: I need context to the smut or it is just boring to me. So a good story goes a long way.

Posting-Frequency: Daily, kinda? At the moment I have a lot of free time but it all depends on what's going on in my life and mood but I always try to get back to replying as soon as possible.

Post Length: Around 300-800+ words. I'm pretty fluid and tend to mirror hard and it very much depends on what my partner is giving me, I'm kinda terrible at that. I'll post some writing examples as, well, examples.

Writing Medium: Forums, PMs, Discord. I'm pretty agnostic with that but I'm learning to enjoy forum RP.

Grammar and Spelling: English is not my first language. Most people don't notice but to be fair. I will make mistakes here and there. Some because English isn't my first language, some because I'm a dyslexic fuck. I never make mistakes in my writing because of laziness and I don't mind if anyone points something out, they don't have to of course. I'm always trying to improve.

Communication: I'm friendly and always happy to chat.

IRL Gender: I do not care. I write with everyone.

What kind of characters do I write?

Females or Futas. Of nearly all ages and races. All come with issues and struggles and needs and desires. I love writing characters that show contrasts, surprise, 'Tiger on the streets, kitten in the sheets' as I like to call it. I love to write women that are strong, confident, powerful, brats on the outside but on the inside, they are big softies with that submissive streak for the right person. Be it a queen, a soldier, a warrior, a huntress, a CEO, a mercenary, etc.

I mostly play human characters but I'm not opposed to any kind of humanoids (elves, orcs, vampires, asari, etc.)

What I'm looking for?

Romance. Seduction. Teasing. Kinky fun. Decent story. Context adds so much to anything. I like a struggle, emotions, complications, forbidden or secrets romances, that kind of stuff.

Lots of kinky fun. D/s being very much welcome.

Otherwise, check out my stories ideas, or just hit me up if you think you have an idea I'd like. I'm always open to ideas.

I'm not interested in slice-of-life stuff or fantasy at the moment.

Click the banner for my F-list! (NSFW)

Older ideas

The Mob Boss: Modern/Crime

Female x Female or Futa

MC is an LE agent that after a recent fuck up is sent to go undercover with one of the most notorious crime families in the city. Rumors tell of a new person at the head of the organization but the police are unable to find out who. MC is sent in to gather information. To her surprise, the new boss is no other than YC.

Note: I know this is pretty simple of a setup but I think there can be done a lot with it. The general idea is that MC is falling for YC what leads to the internal conflict between duty and love. A lot of things can be adjusted for this play. Does YC know about her being a mole? Does YC go out of her way to seduce her or vice versa? Does YC plan on killing MC but end up falling in love with her?
I'm doing my part: Sci-Fi/Military (Inspired by Starship Troopers, book and movie)

Female x Female or Futa

In the near future, technology has advanced, governments changed, the world changed. But now Earth is at war with X (space bugs, aliens of another kind, w/e). The government is a highly militaristic society (think modern Sparta) and MC did just join up the military/Navy. Fresh out of basic training as a pilot/another role she is no on the way to her first assignment. A lot of the Navy girls shaved their heads and so did MC. YC is X or Y (This is pretty open)

Note: I admit the whole idea started with this quote:

"One thing did startle me. Carmen relaxed and took off her hat while we were eating, and her blue-black hair was all gone.

I always loved the movie. Same with the book. Have a thing for military settings. So it all was a perfect blend. And I admit this is really just a way for me to play a cutie with buzzcut. I love the look on certain women.
Secret Romance: Modern/Military (Inspired by Rainbow Six shipping)

Female x Female

I'll keep this one vague on purpose but I recently stumbled upon some hints that there is a romance between two of the R6 ladies and I want to play that out with all the drama, stories, struggles, and more that comes with it. One doesn't need to have much of any lore knowledge, not that R6S has much lore, to begin with. It doesn't even have to be in the R6 setting/world at all, just the basic concept is something that interested me of two elite operators falling in love but both struggling with accepting their feelings for one reason or another.
Might be a lie, an illusion: Cyberpunk (Inspired by the Cyberpunk game/setting)

Female x Female or Futa

MC is an ex-gang member, now work, that does her best to get climb up in life and leave her past behind. On her way there she got involved with some Corpo and is, because of some botched job, no in their debt. But the relationship to said Corpo is not just business, there is more. Now she tries to get away from this too while juggling her past issues, traumas, and old grudges while also looking for love.
The Lich Queen: Fantasy (Inspired by WoW. OC world)

Female x Female or Futa

My idea here would be that the story starts with MC becomes/is a Lich Queen/Lady. This could either start with her already being one or still being 'normal'. It would certainly take some world-building and discussion. I would probably still orientate myself at WoW's Death Knight lore but try to put my own spin on things. Of course, such a world would leave open the possibilities for all sorts of races and characters. In the end, I would still want it to be a romantic story with YC being the one that shows MC some humanity. This could include orientation play and forbidden romance.

Note: This idea is partly inspired by my recent WoW stint. I always wanted to RP as a Death Knight but their lore made it rather hard for the more sexy side of things. Also, I would like to avoid the WoW universe and characters.
The Human in the Machine: Cyberpunk (Inspired by Ghost in the Shell and Blade Runner)

Female x Female or Futa

In the near future, most people live in big megacities. Crime rates have been rises to sky-high rates. One corporation offers to fix this problem with the new program of armor-wearing, super-soldiers/cops/cybernetics. What the public doesn't know is that the bodies inside are people picked up through various means. They get 'fixed' their memories suppressed, a chip implanted makes them obedient followers. They don't ask questions, they don't speak if not spoken to. Many years have passed since the program started. The host bodies, the person behind the veil doesn't age, doesn't know who they are and why. They just follow orders. Picked up many years ago, many even decades. Patrolling the streets as semi-lifeless machines. The program was somewhat of a success, crime rates seem to be lower but critics argue that it took too much, that the data is falsified. Someone plans to find out more about those cops.

Note: This is probably my least smut-focused idea.
Noir stuffering: Noir. Maybe horror? (Inspired by this one scene (SFW) in the game Backbone, ignore the furry character >_>)

Female x Any (Female or Futa preferred)

It starts all in a Jazz club. THE Jazz (or other contemporary) club in the city.

YC broke in, searching for something or someone. Maybe the rumors got too weird to ignore? Maybe someone hired YC? For whatever reason YC is now sneaking through the higher. floors of the building, room by room. The music was only a distant hint so far away from the main lounge, the hallways filled with vague sounds of lewdness, sex, smut, and more. The smarter part of YC's brain screams to run. Just RUN. But YC ignores that and just keeps going. The first room, filled with smoke, the smell of high-end whisky, a low ceiling, the muffled sound of a woman moaning. The moaning comes from MC. MC is sitting in a leather chair, breasts on full display, a girl between her legs. MC is only there to get her desires fulfilled and knows very little from the more extremes things going on higher up the floors. But YC remembers MC, she is not just some random woman, unlike the girl between her legs, she is a woman of status, power. Known by people in the right or wrong circles.

This could go a few ways but probably would go pretty dark. Lovecraftian maybe? I don't really have a plan past this prompt.
Star-crossed Rivals *: Star-crossed Rivals

Fantasy (Inspired by Sylvanas/Tyrande shipping))

Female x Female or Futa (latter could be temporary magic)

Heavy D/s themes. Humiliation. Slow burn. Dub-con to Con. Romance. Risk of Pregnancy? Very kinky. And much more~

YC and MC are bound in an eternal war it seems. Hatred spanning over generations. Elven kingdom versus Elven kingdom. Times changed, powers shifted, seasons came and went. But nothing really changed between the two, the hatred still burning as bright as all those millenniums before. "But sometimes love feels just like hate" After all this time MC was the only constant in YC life and vice versa. Over time hate changed to something else, love? Maybe. A burning desire to make the woman that tormented her for so long truly hers. Now she finally found something to end this all but for MC it isn't dead that is coming but life. Not hate but twisted love.

It would be a typical fantasy world. Green lush forests there, dark mountains here, snow-covered tops, vast deserts. Whatever we want. There would be the typical fantasy races. Humans, Orcs, Dwarves, etc. I also would like to add some other race in some capacity but I'm not sure who and in what way. I was thinking something along the lines of the Qunari. Maybe as islanders. Not sure yet. Most importantly for this, elves. At least two factions of elves. I'll just name them Dark Elves and High Elves for now. One of us would play a DE and one a HE. In this setting, the two factions would hate each other, not sure about the reason yet, and fight for at least a few hundred years at this point. They are pretty much in stalemate, neither side willing to commit fully to end things. The other races mostly keep out of this squabble for their own reasons.

Humans have seen their power ebb and flow over the years. Once nothing, then the mightiest force in the land, now somewhere in between. City-states with different levels of power and influence, some infighting even, different smaller families besides the royal one. Masters of trades thanks to their harbor cities and massive (merchant) fleet. Political wise somewhat isolationistic (Think pre-WW1 USA) at this point because of their many losses.

If there are other elf factions I could see them picked one side or the other or try to stay neutral, but those are smaller details for later.

High and Dark elves would be the two big elven Kingdoms/Empires.

Each of our characters would be a high-ranking member of their respective factions. And both would have a personal hatred for the other, fighting and knowing each other for many, many years before the start of the story. It's personal for them, maybe they don't even care about the war anymore, just about ~~killing~~ besting the other. This drive is also impairing their judgment, they make bad/reckless calls just to get a chance, etc. Over the years in one or both characters, something changed. People died, borders change, culture changes, and so on. But this fight between the two, this 'hate' was their only constant in life, for better or worst. Or how I quoted "But sometimes love feels just like hate".

That's so the basic idea I have at the moment. I probably will come up with a bit more to the other factions over time.

The starting point of the story would be the two of them meeting, either on the battlefield, in camp, alone in the forest ready to kill each other. Anything. But instead of killing them, one forces the other into a partnership. I don't want there to be any kind of slave play or capturing trope.

My idea for the High Elf was that she was somewhat of a mirror to the Dark Elf. Proud, powerful, somewhat cruel, domineering bitch, power-hungry in the sense that she wants to win for her people. But she too is somewhat disillusioned after years and years of war and conflict with no end or winner in sight. But still, she is loyal, maybe to a fault, fighting for her people. Not even knowing why she is fighting anymore. Weary from seeing her comrades die over and over again and nothing changes in the minds of her leaders. Any of her concerns getting dismissive as soon as they travel higher up the ladder of command but still, she keeps on fighting. Fueled by pride and hate.

Or something along those lines.

I like to imagine the Dark Elf's feelings towards her High Elf rival changing over time. I had something like this in mind:

"I hate this bitch and want her dead" - "I'm gonna use her for now and kill her late" - "She is kind of cute. Maybe she is useful for something" "I kinda like this little slut" - "Fuck! I think I love that bitch" - "I want that bitch, no, this woman to be mine. Forever!" - "I want this woman to be my wife (and the bearer of my child)" - "This woman will be my Queen when I reign over the Empire of Elves!"

As you can see my idea would be their dynamic slowly changing from a forced partnership to true love between the two. Maybe a bit toxic but hey, nobody is perfect.

Note: Heavily inspired by this picture (NSFW). But I don't want to play the canon characters or play in the WoW universe (I did enough RP on WoW in my life). So I slightly adapted the idea to my own generic fantasy setting, details about her world can be talked about. I'm always up for worldbuilding. I'd love someone playing the domme in this case with kinks leaning more towards the extreme. Could even start as Non-con. But I would love it to end up as a D/s romance with MC being YC's pet. That's one way to end an eternal war, isn't it? I could even see going past that and see how their relationship influences their separate kingdoms/factions.
Star-crossed Rivals 2.0: Modern? Sci-fi? Military?

With getting a few fantasy-based RPs here and there I would be very much interested in shifting the whole idea of idea eleven into a more modern setting. Maybe between two military rivals, Law Enforcement versus criminal (gang/cartel/mafia member). Hit me up if you'd like to discuss something along those lines.
Your idea?: Any?

Female x ?

I'm very open to suggestions, settings, and themes. If you read over my O/Os here you probably have a decent idea of what I'm into. Feel free to send me a PM and say hi, tell me your own vague or not so vague idea.

Violet or Vi · Mar 12, 2024

Hi there!

I'm Vi and welcome to my second request thread. With this one I'll keep things short and (hopefully) to the point.

I apologize in advance if the writing is somewhat quick-and-dirty and stream-of-conscious in style but that's kind of the point. For me to have a thread for whatever stupid RP craving I currently have (most likely because I saw some lewd art on Twitter that inspired me).

If you prefer to read my (hopefully) more thought out main request thread it is this way. And importantly my F-list is this way (NSFW?).
The idea is to display one or two current cravings I have before they are either added to my main thread or the craving fades.

With that out of the way, here we go.

Original Idea(s)

Feudal Japan inspired fantasy-ish. Kitsune. Samurai outfits. Kimonos. Not sure yet about how much supernatural/fantasy I want. Open for worldbuilding.

The main part of that idea/craving is for me to give me own twist at playing a Kitsune and the feudal Japan aesthetic. The relationship between YC and MC and how it comes to be is more secondary and could be changed/doesn't matter too much to me.

MC is a samurai from nearby village of Kitsune. YC (Human) is the current/new shogun of the Kingdom.

Long time ago YC's ancestors saved MC's people from destruction from X. The Kitsune of MC's village are eternal grateful and so a long lasting alliance is formed. Lasting to this day. MC is a skilled Samurai send to serve the Shogun (YC). Antics ensure! Looking for lots of love and romance here and kinky fun. Preferable the shogun being a futa (female body, cock and balls) or a women (with the possibility to be temporarily one).

This is pretty vague for now. And a lot of things are open for discussion/worldbuilding.
Was the former shogun cruel to the Kitsune?
How did YC came to power?
What threatened to destroy the Kitsune village? Other kingdom? Oni?
How gay can we make this?
What is the technology level?
Is there magic and how prevalent is it?
Am I just rumbling on to give this more text?

Any questions and details can be discussed in DMs!

Fandom Idea(s)

Thanks to me playing Gotham Knights recently my most recent idea revolves around my own twist on Batman and the bat-family. With me either playing Batgirl. I find the idea of exploring a genderbend versions of Batman or some of the sidekicks as NB (futa) or women rather interesting. I'd love to brainstorm all of this with someone that is also into the setting. Doesn't have to be a superfan, I'm not one myself, but just be somewhat familiar with Batman. Over all there are some vague ideas floating around in my head. And it also leans more into being a one-shot but I'm willing to explore the idea for something short or even long-term. Really depends on the partner.

That begin said, if you think we'll fit and are looking for a setup with an NB or female played by me. Feel free to send a message.

Violet or Vi · Mar 12, 2024

ABOUT ME

ABOUT ME
Hi, I'm Violet or Bunny or Violet Bunny or Vi or some mixture of those. I'm in my mid 30s and I'm writing/roleplaying for ~~at least two weeks~~ around eight years at this point. I very much enjoy a good story with romance and ~~some~~ lots of smut mixed in. Mostly write FxF or FxNB but dabble in FxM from time to time. I'm a huge sucker for romance, especially darker romances or those set against the backdrop of a darker story/setting. Friendly OOC, I like to think. Overall pretty boring unlike my RP ^_~

• Time Zone: GMT+Something.
• Writing Style: Third person. Past tense. Fluid with post length. Mirroring. Check out This or This for an examples.
• Average Reply Length: ~400-1000+ words
• Long-term/Short-term: Any
• Posting Frequency: Either multiple times a day or once in a blue moon.
• Character References: Drawn references preferred but don't mind real life photos. Either or, mixing two styles rather jarring. Anime art is very hit or miss. Manhwa art is good.
• Communication: Always happy to chat.
• IRL Gender: I do not care.

What I'm looking for?
Story. Smut, I cannot emphasize enough how important context is to the smut for me. Romance. Dating. Extreme kinks. Teasing. Dark themes. My characters suffering. Cuteness. Smut. Kinky fun. Exploring of desires. ~~And MC being utterly dominated.~~ I enjoy romance set against the backdrop of darker themes/worlds. Struggle, emotions, complications, angst, forbidden or secrets romances. All that stuff.

IDEAS & CHARACTERS

IDEAS & CHARACTERS

The Nameless One
Dark Sci-Fi/Cyberpunk

In the near future, most people live in big megacities. Governments are corrupted and/or authoritarian. The world is overpopulated according by those in power. Crime rates are sky-rocking since years. The world is a dark place.

One corporation offers to fix this problem with the new program of armor-wearing, super-soldiers/cops/cybernetics. Replicants. Purpose breed clones of people long past. An army of enchant beings. Less than humans in the easy of many. Where do they come from? Nobody really knows. They don't ask questions, they don't speak if not spoken to. They don't age. Don't complain. Nobody really remembered when the program started. There is a person behind the veil. But nobody cares. Nobody is supposed to care. They just follow orders. Patrolling the streets as semi-lifeless machines. Going into the areas normal police can't or won't. The program was somewhat of a success, crime rates seem to be lower but critics argue that it took too much, that the data is falsified.

The Cop
Modern or cyberpunk setting. Cyberpunk being preferred
Some time ago I came up with an OC set in the Cyberpunk 2077/Red universe but she also works in any generic cyberpunk of Sci-Fi setting. Either way. I'm now looking for some RP for/with her. Mostly one-shots or short-term for now. Maybe long-term if we really mesh but I learned not to make such promises.

A trouble cop with childhood trauma. Rebellious brat and a hypocrite if it serves her. A bit of a tomboy. She struggles with all sort of vices. A drinker who spends her nights at clubs, picks up strangers, and sometimes gambles. Mild drug. Quick sex with a proclivity to do unconventional stuff in bed. Fucked up life in a fucked up place. One of so many that struggle. Suspicious of the world around, especially anything Corpo or gang related. Always carries at least one weapon on her. Once she believed that her job was a virtuous endeavor, a fix for personal downfalls. Nowadays she isn't so sure anymore. Has a past she doesn't talk about and would prefer to forget. Personal and romantic relationships never work out. Bad at love one could say. Sex addiction/bad relationship with sex (I swear I didn't just add this for the smut). See sex as an means to an end. No cop in this city is clean but she tires to at least be not one of the really bad ones but everyone bends the rules, sometimes. Cynical going through the motions.

The Agent
Modern/Future/cyberpunk
An agent of some mysterious "OGA" (Other Government Agency) or private organization. Living many lives but never her own. Living under many names but her own. What was it even? Does it matter? Her job is her life. One mission after another. Cold, calculating, determent. Doing whatever she needs to get the job done. Anything. Does she do it for the greater good? The money? So sense of duty? Does it matter? She does it either way. Following the path. But what if someone throws her off the path? Reaches through the façade?

Star-crossed Rivals
Fantasy
YC and MC are bound in an eternal war. Hatred and conflict spanning generations. Reason long lost. Elven kingdom versus Elven kingdom. Times changed, powers shifted, seasons came and went. But nothing really changed between the two, the hatred still burning as bright as all those millenniums before. "But sometimes love feels just like hate" After all this time MC was the only constant in YC life and vice versa. Over time hate changed to something else, love? Maybe. A burning desire to make the woman that tormented her for so long truly hers. Now she finally found something to end this all but for MC it isn't dead that is coming but life. Not hate but twisted love.

Star Wars?
I have some idea for an Star Wars character. Probably set somewhere in the old republic area or some unnamed area. Muscle mommy Sith thought to be dead coming to the known galaxy only to run into a young Sith/Jedi/whatever.

The ship was empty, so it seems. An eerie feeling overcome her the moment she entered. Only the subtle humming of the engie and the occascnal beeping of a mouse droid could be heard. Only the red emergency lights lid the dim hallways towards the bowel of the ship. Deeper and deeper she went. Feeling the pressing weight of the force. The dark side was strong and it was only getting stronger then closer she got to the core. finally she reached a durasteel door with the imperial symbol on it. The energy was palpable. Slowly she reached for the controls as the door suddenly opened with a hiss of air. As if she were excepted by forces unknown.

A set of stairs leading up to a throne. And there she was. The only living soul on this ship. The reason she was send. Clad in black armor and robes with a hood covering most of her face. The figure sitting slouched with one elbow resting on the armrest, propping up the head. Yellow eyes gazing out of the darkness of the hood while the sound of clawed fingers drumming away echoed through the room. Loose strands of crimson hair flowing out of the blackness of the head cover. Endless moments of silence passed before the constant drumming stopped and the figure moved. Pushing herself up to reveal more of her feminine proportions. Yet she was tall, toned, imposing. 'Thump' it echoed through the room with each step of her boots. Slow, stead, purposeful steps down the stairs that lead to the throne. Her throne.

Jedi gripped the hilt of her light-saber with both hands as the figure descend the stairs with her gazed fixed on the Jedi. The woman's right hand reaching under her robes for a lightsaber in turn. The hilt nearly as long as some of the double-bladed ones she saw in her time. Made out of smooth chrome. Her grip tight, thumb on the switch to ignite the blade yet it didn't came.

'Voosh' The blue blade of the Jedi ignited to illuminate the room.
'Voosh' It got answer with the orange-red glow of hers in return. Just like the hilt, the blade was longer than usual.

The Jedi was unsure in her actions. She was determent. One swing. One clash of blades. The blue blade swirled through the room before skipping over the floor with loud clacks. The red blade vanished again.

Unarmed, helpless. The figure advanced towards her, she back away until she no longer could. Her back hitting the wall with a soft 'thud'. Looking up at the figure she came here for. So close the woman's features became more clear. Yellow eyes, a red mane, a feminine face. Soft yet strong features. Under different circumstances... No. This was life or death. Or was it? She was still alive. Barely an inch separated the two.

Suddenly the woman's left hand came up. Past her hips, her chest, her throat, until it the index finger pressed against the underside of her chin. The clawed thump in turn gently probing her bottom lip.

A knowing grin flashed out from under the hood. Gently parting the Jedi's lips. "It has been so long..."

Any Other Idea
Just shoot it my way. I'm especially interested in ideas that involve possessiveness, jealous, D/s themes, and similar.

THEMES & PAIRINGS

THEMES

Addiction/Vices ♥ Angst ♥ Attachment/Commitment Issues ♥ Bittersweet Ends ♥ Codependency ♥ Disabilities ♥ Emotional Trauma ♥ Forbidden Romances ♥ Fully Realized Characters ♥ Hurt/Comfort ♥ Juxtaposition ♥ Mommy/Daddy Issues ♥ Possessiveness/Jealousy ♥ Power Dynamics ♥ Second Chances ♥ Sapphic longings ♥ Societal pressure ♥ Struggle ♥ Taboos ♥ Toxic Relationships ♥ Trauma ♥ Unhealthy Relationships ♥ Weaknesses

PAIRINGS		SETTING		FANDOMS
•Any x Any (I'm not that picky with pairings) •Cop x Criminal •Forbidden/Complicated love •Mentor x Student •Rich x Poor •Rivals/Enemies to lovers		•Cyberpunk •Dark Underbellies •Dystopia •Endless Space •Megacity •New Frontiers •Sci-fi •Secret Worlds •Time periods 1850s-2020s+		•Cyberpunk 2077 •Star Wars (The Old Republic) •World of Warcraft (Pre-BfA)

ONS & OFFS

KINKS

ONS	OFFS
• Affection • Anal (Receiving) • Anatomically Correct • Seduction • Butt Stuff • Consensual • Creampies • Double Penetration • Fingering • Human Cocks • Kissing • Oral Sex • Original Characters • Possessiveness / Jealousy • Pubic Hair • Romance • Soft Cum Facials • Spanking • Squirting • Teasing • Verisimilitude • Wetting / Omorashi / Bathroom Control	• Non-con • Hyper anything • Adultery/Cuckolding/NTR • Ageplay • Incest

F-list (NSFW)

Violet or Vi · Jan 11, 2025

INTRO

Hi there. I'm Vi and welcome to my second On-Site request thread where I look specific for Sapphic pairings. Main one can be found here. I'll keep this short and to the point.

What am I looking for?
Angst, drama, trauma, pain, slow burn romance, dark worlds, struggle, Hurt and comfort. Strife. A bit of pain and suffering. Emotions. Oh did I mention romance? That too. And seduction. And maybe some kinky fun as well.Or short: Gay Drama

Basics
• Time Zone: GMT+Something
• Writing Style: Third person. Past tense. Fluid with post length. Mirroring. Check out This, This or This for an examples. Note: I have dyslexia so except some mistakes. I apologize in advance.
• Average Reply Length: ~400-1000+ words
• Long-term/Short-term: Any
• Posting Frequency: Either multiple times a day or at least once a week.
• Character References: Not required. But if used I preferred drawn references. Not the biggest fan of real life photos (use for non-character refs is totally fine. I do that myself). Anime art is very hit or miss. Manhwa art is fine.
• Communication: Always happy to chat.
• IRL Gender: I do not care.

PROMPTS

This city was a harsh place. The world was. Worst place to live in America. But still, everyone wants to be here. And some are just here because they don't know any better.

Sophie Gray was one of those. Born and raised.

She wasn't a merc. She wasn't a runner. Not anymore, she used to be. But she couldn't take the heat. So a change in carees was in order. Or something like that. A low-life like herself can't be picky with jobs. Money has to come from somewhere. It all started with small gigs. Simple errands. Now she is the girl for everything for people that make more in an hour than she does in a whole year.

In some way Sophie got lucky, she had something of a job that didn't involve getting shot at on a daily basis. Only any other day. Everything girl wasn't the official title. There was no official title. She just did what was asked of her by her bosses or whoever got her number and that the cash to pay. Who was her boss? A rich corpo bitch that prefers not being named. Not being known. It wasn't the only person she worked for but probably her most loyal one. Loyal being a relative term here. Whatever pays the bills.

At least that's how Sophie saw it. She couldn't affort to be picky. Not in this city. Not with her background. Nobody cares about a street rat, a former runner that didn't make it, no matter how good looking. And Sophie looked damn fine. Tall-ish, fit, curves in all the right places. A nice face to look at. A even nicer ass to stare at. Ample breasts. The list goes on and on. She was a looker. Women of all ages used their looks to their advantage in the city. Sophie did too, sometimes. Everything with in reason.

Today was one of those days were nothing seemed to happen, for better or worse. The streets were buzzing with excitement like every day while the sun mercilessly beats down. Same shit, different day.

Sophie sat leaned back on one of the stools of a street food vendor while sipping on a drink. Dark brunette mane brushed to one side. A cheap pair of sunglasses resting on the tip of her nose. Her left ear pieced from lobe up to the top. The nails of her free hand drumming staccato against the counter where just minutes before her plate was.

The flimsy sheets of plastic of the vendors stall offering much needed shade. She wasn't here for the street food. No, Sophie needed something better. Something to distract her from the boredom and numb the mind. Neither was hard to come by. Clubs, bars, cheap alcohol, and slutty women. Sophie wanted the former while trying not to be one of the later herself.

Club 'Cherry PoP!' was only a few blocks away. One of those clubs where one could relax and forget the time. Warm and cozy with decent drinks and music that was bearable. Her mind mulled over the possibility of waking over, spending some time there.

Her thick rear clad in low rise skinny jeans. One foot on the ground while the other rested on the metal ring of the stool. A pair of high-tops sneakers on her feet. A lot of walking meant comfortable footwear. A kitschy T-shirt loosely hanging of her shoulders under synth-leather jacket she wore. Everything in this city was fake.

She was about to get up and do something as the call came.

Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight. The numbers on the display of the elevator quickly changed as it shoot up the floors of Yamamoto tower. Sooner or later it would come to a stop with a pleasant ping. Fifty-seven it read on the display. The elevator wasn't one of the main one's one would find in the lobby of the building. No, it was one of the many more discrete elevators one would find in the more hidden corners of the building. This was more practically made to lead to Anastasia Webb's office.

It was a spacious office. High ceiling, nearly two floors high. Dark marble flooring. Was it real? Probably not. Neither was the leather that covered the two, square chairs in front of the similarly square desk. Behind said desk was a big window. Well, the whole back wall was one big window with a view over the city of Neo Eden. Rain ran down the glass. The neon lights of the city blurring behind the water droplets.

In front of the window, inside of the office of course, was a figure. A feminine one. Dressed in a dark grey pants suit. Blazer and slacks. Red shirt underneath. Firm synth cotton or something similar. Expensive, typical corpo stuff. Imposing. That was the idea. One of my many suits in rotation with her dresses and skirts.

Her raven hair pulled up into a neat bun. Silver jewelry adorning her ears and fingers. Not so much that it would seem tacky. But enough to be noticeable.

The woman had her back towards the entrance of the office, her head ever so slightly tilted to one side. The faint echo of voices could be heard. She was taking a call.*

*It had been years. Six? Seven? Anastasia couldn't remember. Her life had changed a lot ever since she fought for her life on the streets. Not that so much has changed in that regard. Corpo life could be just as ruthless if not more so. Said ruthlessness was the reason for to this meeting.

Anastasia had called for someone special. Well, for people to find and pick that someone up and deliver. Keep everything hush-hush. Everything in her life was hush-hush, even the recent attempt on her life. The details were murky, even to Anastasia herself.

An attack on her way home. Motorcyclists. A gun fight ensued. She killed two of the attackers herself. But it wasn't enough. One of them landed a hit with a poisoned needle. The poison was of an unknown origin. Nobody could tell her who made it or where it came from. The purpose, on the other hand, was clear. To kill her. Well, it failed. Not that she just walked away from the incident without a scratch. Anastasia spend weeks in the hospital. Until last week she was bound to the wheelchair. Walking was still rough. Fatigue. Weakness. Muscles atrophy. Not all muscles. Not the important ones. As any person in her position, she had high-tech implants. The latest stuff. Technology that saved her live. Protected vital organs.

She had spend weeks being bound to the hospital bed after the attack. Some of the strength returned but it wasn't like before. It maybe never would be. The medical report came from her doctor she trusted. A women she knew.
Who attacked her and how they knew the route of her vehicle was a mystery. What wasn't a mystery was that changes had to be made. Most of her protection detail either died in the incident or was let go. Irregularities showed up here and there but nothing that lead to anything conclusive. People wanting her dead wasn't anything new. Cost of the doing business.

But that wasn't as important now. Someone was waiting for her attention.

"Bye." The call ended, she hung up. Yet, didn't turn around. Her eyes lingering on the reflecting in the window.

Slowly she swiveled around in her chair to face the woman with her golden eyes.

The sun stood high above the city, mercilessly beating done on its inhabitants. Neon lights of the night replaced by relentless brightness of the California sun. Not that the neon lights ever went dark in this city.

The city was awake and buzzing on this morning just minutes before 10AM. But back in the alley behind the Dynamo bar the sounds of the city were muffled. The bar was common hangout spot for the criminals of the area, at this time of day it was mostly empty except of some regulars that started drinking early or never stopped in the first place.

The alley had some advantages. It was quiet, more or less private, and the nearby buildings offed some shade. Parked in the shadows was a black sports coupe. Only someone close to the car would one be able hear a particular sound bouncing of the walls. A wet, lewd '*plap plap plap*' mixed in with soft moaning coming from the passengers side.

Cassandra 'Cassy' Shaw had turned thirty-four just a few weeks ago. Telling someone's age could be hard in this future. Much was fake or had transcended flesh.

At that moment she was engaged in an activity that hardly was one to be proud of. Upper body bend over with her elbows resting on the lifted passenger seat of her car, knees resting on the frame. The open door offering little to no privacy (because apparently nobody makes doors that open normally in the future), not that it mattered too much.

The alley was deserted and close off from the public by metal fencing.
There she was spending her morning with her panties and jeans pulled down around her soft thighs. The neon pink color of her thong offering a stark contrast to her otherwise dark gray trousers. A loose sleeveless tank-top with the logo of some long forgotten band hang off her shoulders while offering a hefty amount of side boob. Like so many things in her possessive it had seen better days. Fortunately, or unfortunately, she was wearing a matching pink bra underneath. The garment tightly hugging her ample breasts under the piece of cotton. A shoulder holster stretching over her upper back, hugging her toned frame with. A heavy pistol swinging along with every thrust.

Her ample breasts enough to easily fill out most hands. Perfect shape. Perky and gravity defying it seems. Were they real? No. Unlike her ass, she had paid to get those. But who hasn't paid for some 'upgrades' in this city? Not like anyone could tell the difference. Not like anyone cared.ere they real? No. Unlike her ass, she had paid to get those. But who hasn't paid for some 'upgrades' in this city? Not like anyone could tell the difference. Not like anyone cared.

Her heavy rump on display, bare naked and gripped tightly by a pair of hands. The perfect bubble butt. Juicy and jiggly. Spankable and fuckable. Behind her one of the barkeepers of the place. Rhythmically thrusting in and out of her wet pussy. Wanton folds tightly gripping the shaft. All while Cassandra's facial expression was a mixture of mild lust and utter boredom.

Using the time she checked her nail polish for a moment, matte black. Lips half-open. Moaning in rhythm with each thrust of the man's hips, keeping up the façade that she was into it as much as he was. Not that she disliked it per se. She craved sex to an unhealthy degree. The man had something she wanted. She had something he wanted. A list of names. It was a simple exchange. There were other methods to get said list.

Soon the man tightened his grip around her hips, digging his fingers into her succulent flesh. A grunt followed only a moment later. She answer with a whorish if subdued moan. He came. She didn't. Vaguely feeling the warmth of his release inside of her as it filled out the empty space of the condom.
"Are you done?" she asked while he was still catching his breath.
His answer was a slap connecting with her lush cheeks before pulling out. Cassandra hissed while quickly turning around. The cool barrel of a gun, not the one from her holster, pressing against the underside of the man's chin. It was one of a few guns hidden around the car, this one came from between the cushions of the passenger's seat.

"Woah, woah!" he replied while lifting his hands in surrender. His half-erect cock on display, used condom still his member.

"The shard," she demanded. Slowly the man, who's name she forgot, reached for his neck slot to pull out the data-shard. Cassy accepted it with her free hand, a cocky smirk tugging on her plush lips. All with her panties around her thighs. "We're done here," she sighed after inspecting the contents of the shard, slowly lowing her gun.

"What the fuck, chica?! We had a deal! Fucking loco," he barked while taking a few steps back. His right hand busy pulling off the condom of his softening dick before throwing it over his shoulder towards the dumpster a few meters away. "See you next time," he added while pulling up his pants before disappearing into the bar through the back door.

Cassandra waited, leaned against the frame of her car, until he was out of sight. Once he was out of sight she threw the smaller gun onto the passenger seat. It would be hidden under the cushion of the seat again like it had been before she pulled it out.

Now that her hands were free, she finally reached for the strings of her thong. Stopping for a moment as she looked down. The gusset of her underwear showing the sights of being wore for a few days. Lightly discolored form arousal and droplets of urine. A long sigh escaped her lips as she pulled her thong and jeans up, wiggling her rear into them before closing her belt.

She looked around only to see that the alley was empty. While leaning against the frame of her car she reached towards the dashboard. Without looking she found the pack of flavored cigarettes. Popping one of those genetically engineered sticks between her lips and lighting it a second later. Cassy took a long drag while letting her eyes wander. There was nothing interesting to be seen. Not that one could except much from a back alley. Dumpsters and dirt. The typical trash of the city. And a freshly discarded, nicely filled condom. Her eyes lingering on the thing for a few moments while she enjoyed her cigarette.

Her hair was as much of a mess as her life. The sides and back shaved. The top of her hair pulled into a something akin to bun. Dark brown with faint red at the tips.

A dry, dismissive chuckle escaped her lips. Some absurd thought crossed her mind. Throwing her head back she looked up into the clear sky while exhaling the smoke. Sweet nothingness, peace of mind for a short moment.

The silence was soon interrupted by an incoming call. No caller ID. That could only mean something stupid.

Reluctantly she picked up with an unwelcoming "Yeah?" Skipping all the superficial greetings stuff.

The voice at the other end was one of some Corpo drone. It wasn't the usual cold and monotone type. Cassandra knew on who's behalf she called. A side gig she could hardly say no to, well she could but part of her was curious enough. While listening to the voice, she slipped out the data shard she just got, placing it into a small metal case before pocketing it. It had to wait.

She still had time before the meeting. Standing there leaned against her car she slowly started to shift around ever so slightly. She had to pee. Her eyes wandering over to the back entrance of the bar. She could go inside and use the bathrooms but she'd avoided seeing the idiot behind the bar again. Instead she yanked her jeans and thong down before sliding into a squat. Fingers tightly wrapping around the bunched up fabrics between her knees while using her free hand for support against the car. Too much beer. It wasn't the first time she squatted besides her car and it wouldn't be the last time either. Cassandra looked down at the puddle forming between her feet with a long sigh and a 'what the fuck am I doing with my life'-expression on her face

Too lazy to look for a tissue she just wiggling her butt. A shower and a fresh set of clothes was on the agenda for today anyway. Pulling her pants up for the second time today, something told her it wouldn't be the last time either.

A soft sigh left her lips while she rubbed her hands on the sides of her jeans. Stepping over the puddle she created before rounding the front of the car sliding into the driver's seat. All the doors closed and a few moments later she was back on the street.

Traffic was annoying as always but not a major issue as she drove towards mid-town. Towards the business distract where all the skyscrapers of the big corporations are located.

Fuck this city.

Artificially colored eyes were glued to the main screen of her terminal. The numbers didn't look good. The reports coming in didn't either. A new notification popped up. Another missions report. Failure. No casualties. Not that she cared. A long, frustrated sigh breaking the silence as she leaned back.

Jane Thornton was a one of the many corpo-drones grinding away in counterintelligence.
This job would be the end of her. Trying to climb the corporate ladder had been the end of many before.

Jane leaned back in her chair.

Ample, gravity defying breasts. Perky and gravity defying it seems. The red fabric of her undershirt stretched tautly. A black blazer jacket matching the black office slacks hugging her long lets and plump rear. Heart-shaped bubble butt, waist, toned thighs, and abs on top of it all. Tall even without the black leather heels with red sole she was currently wearing. Some could, and would, say she was the 'whole package', at least from the outside. But so were many in this city. Beauty was deceiving and often fake.

Her naked neck leaning up to her raven black hair. Pulled and tied into a tight bun on top. Neatly pulled together. Fulling whatever expectations were once set by the corpo dress code.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath while relaxing in her office chair in her small dimly lit office. It was barely more than a desk and a chair, the multiple monitors and terminals on her desk and above the main attraction.

And the numbers didn't look good. Corporate warfare was hell even for an agent like her. Probably even more so. All those fuckers on the streets were just hired guns. Had no stake in any of this. No, she had to report to her boss. Another failure. At least the stock prices couldn't be pinned on her.

Jane gritted her teeth, longing for a smoke.

Her hand reached for the first drawer on her right, fingernails perfectly polish with a fresh coat of matte black. Quickly finding the pack of synth flavored cigarettes.

Fuck, she needed more than just a smoke to get through this day. The first meeting with her new boss was in fifteen minutes and all she had was bad news. Don't shoot the messenger is not something everyone around here followed.

Nobody really know what happened to her old boss. Rumors has it he was transferred to South America. Other's say parts of his body were pulled out of the river a week again. Both were equally possible in this world.

The unexpected notification of an incoming call shook her enough to elicited another "Fuck" over her lips. A sigh following before she answered. It was one of her colleges from another floor.

"What?!" She hissed.

"Well, aren't you in a good mood. Read the news?"

"Yes. Not looking good. How is your floor doing?"

"What do you think? It is chaos. Heads are about to roll. Already delivered the news to your new boss?"

"Not yet." A long, heavy sigh followed. "The meeting is in..." A short pause. "Twelve minutes."

Awkward chuckle came from the other end of the line. "Fuck. Nervous?"

"Nervous? I'm about to pee my pants. Rather not be pulled out of the river tomorrow morning." She ended with a nervous chuckle of her own.

"Gotta go. Talk to you later. And stay dry."

"Fuck off."

She looked down at the pack of cigarettes on her desk, there was no time left for a smoke. Hopefully they let her have one before putting a bullet through her brain. Gallows humor.

Maybe Corpo wasn't the right job for her after all. Maybe she would get to do some field work. Or maybe the new boss wasn't that bad after all. Only time would tell.

The world was a harsh place. This city included.
Being a mercenary, merc for short, didn't make life any easier but it paid well. If one survived whatever job was offered that is. Many did not. Some became legends, in death. Many became nothing. Forgotten and discarded.

The trajectory of Evangeline's life was leaning more towards the latter than the former. While she wasn't bad at her job, a deadly killer, she was far from getting any closer to becoming one of the greatest. A legend people talked about while getting drunk. Not that she wanted to. Not that it matter. Just like 99% of the city, she needed money. All she knew what to kill. Survive. Working for those that could afford her. Afford hiring people like her.

Job after job. One more dangerous than the last. Ever closer moving towards an early grave. That was until one day she got an offer she couldn't refuse, even if she thought about it for a long time.

Evangeline, or just Eva for short, was many things. Deadly was only one of them. She was also beautiful. Naturally beautiful. A tall woman with an amazing body. A lovely face. Perfect bubble butt. Fit. Shapely. Closer to perfect. In another time, another world, she could've been a model. A few adjustments here and there. A few enchantments and she would fit right in with the high-society up in the towers overlooking the city.

And that was probably the reason for the offer. Everyone had heard about the kind of offer. A cliché at this point. Rich man or woman wanting a plaything. Something to keep them company at a social gathering. To look good. Arm candy. Escort as some call it. A whore if one was blunt.*

In the end, Evangeline accepted the offer. Three years ago. Now she nearly forgot the feeling of a gun in her hand. The weight. The recoil. Forgotten the hiss of bullets flying past her head. Adrenaline rushing through her veins. Her life as a merc in the past. No longer dressing in jeans, boots, and bomber jackets.

Nowadays it was dresses and pencil skirts. Pantyhose and high-heels. Expensive underwear. Cheeks colored with rouge. Lines of charcoal decorating her eyes. Lips red as crimson. Fakes smiles and giggles filling her evening.

Well, maybe not everything had changed.

The money was good. The sex too, sometimes. Surprisingly enough it was rare for her to sleep with a client.

But behind it all. Behind the façade there was emptiness. A void that she couldn't fill. Every client. Every event. Just another day. Going through the motions before returning to her small apartment. She never moved, even after making more money. Time stood still here.

Over time guilt had crept into the back of her mind. Something akin to survivors guilt. At least that was she figured. A few years ago she put her life on the line for every job. Now she is earning money on her back. But than again the smut was only a small part of the job. Job. Somehow she stumbled into this. An easy way out. An opportunity. Deep down she knew why she stuck with it, she was too scared to return to the streets. No matter how much of a deadly killer she was, she had trained to be, one mistake could mean the end of the streets.

All the people she had left behind. Friends. Enemies. Lovers. For better or worse. All to chase the dream of the high life.

A fighter all her life and now? Nothing. A whore. Once the word upset her. Not anymore. There was some truth to it. Escort. Whore. Doll. What does it matter? What difference does it make?

She sat there in her lounge chair by the window, a flavored cigarette between index and middle finger, held up in the air. Her other hand reaching for the phone. A new message. A new job offer. It had no effect on her expression or mood. Levelly she opened the message.

Emerald green eyes gazed mindlessly out over the equally green fields of Tython. Her mind far away from away from where her body was.

"Master Katya. Master Katya? Mas.."

"What?" Finally she snapped out of her trance, forcing a smile on to her lips.
A young Padawan ,out of the group she was training this afternoon, stood by her side asking for her attention. Asking for guidance. *How could she even give guidance?* She ignored the intrusive thought.

"You're done? Yes, of course. Let's move on to meditations" Time moves fast sometimes. A moment of daydreaming turned into many, many more moments. If only she had time to indulge.

"Focus on your breathing. Feel the force." She mused in a soft tone guiding the students in their meditations, hoping for more quiet as the Padawans focused on themselves. Katya tried her best to ignore the dampness between her thighs. Signs of arousal that soaked her not-so-Jedi-like lace panties she got from a shop on Coruscant. The cause for all of this were visions of passion and lust. First it started as dreams but soon she daydreamed about her dreams. Getting lost in her own thoughts while in meetings or, like currently, training young Padawans on their way to becoming Jedi.

Katya was a woman with many assets besides her capabilities as Jedi. Ample breasts that could distract even the most dedicated Jedi and Sith alike. Perky and gravity defying.

Years of training and discipline had paid off. Athletic frame, flat stomach showing no signs of over indulgent. A body that showed dedication of the mind. Skin creamy pale without any blemishes but a few small scars, reminders of fights lost and won.
In some of the more vulgar areas of Coruscant, creatures of less refined taste would probably call her backside a 'fat ass' if she'd walk passed without looking like a Jedi. Heart-shaped bubble butt on top of toned thighs. Long legs. On the taller side of average height.

Her light brown hair was cut short in the back. A braided tail running down the right side of her face. A common style for Jedi. Layers of beige and brown robes covering her body. Again, a style familiar for anyone that saw a Jedi before. Years of being in the order had rubbed up on her.

A few of her fellow Jedi had already noticed her absentmindedness over the last few weeks but it was nothing that raised any flags so far. Not that it likely would, she was a respected member of the order. A Jedi Master. Sound of mind and body. Who would dare to question her? Yet, here she was struggling with those visions. Beckoning calls of the dark side? Perhaps. The visions spoke of lust and passion. Often coming to her at night, when she was alone in her chambers. The visions guiding her hand between her legs. To her breasts. Causing so much pleasure. So much conflict. Jedi are supposed to be masters of their emotions.

*There is no emotion, there is peace.*
*There is no passion, there is serenity.*

Over and over she repeated those lines of the code. Repeating the mantra yet it didn't calm her mind. It didn't not keep the visions at bay.

Bathed in sweat she awoke with a jolt from yet another dream. Another visions she wouldn't dare to put into words or writing. Too ashamed from what she saw, from what she felt. Sitting on the edge of her bed, her night robe came loose from twisting and turning in her sleep. Sweat running over her exposed decollete before running down between her breasts. Chest heaving up and down from gasps for air.

Something had to change...

The soft humming of the engine vibrated through the ship.

A woman stood in the middle of her ship's hanger, facing the most important equipment in her possession. The Armor. That wasn't it's official name. Powered Exoskeleton was the name it's inventor used. The 'EXO' part in the model name reflected that to this day.

The idea had plenty of names. power armor, powered suit, cybernetic suit, robotic armor, cybernetic armor, exosuit, hardsuit, exoframe and a few more. It didn't really matter. Most people just called it Armor.

An powered exoskeleton with an human user inside, a pilot.

Every Armor needed a pilot.

The pilot for this one was Elizabeth 'Nova Liz' Bishop.

Nova was her bounty hunter name but everyone called themselves Nova. Sounded cool.

She stood tall at 6'0 feet. Toned abs body. Heart-shaped bubble butt. Currently clad in a dark purple with a hexagon pattern for stabilization body suit with the zipper at the front half-way open revealing much of her skin. Not that it mattered much. One of the advantages of living along. The suit firmly hugged her curves and she had plenty of those with ample, gravity defying breasts. Toned thighs, long legs. Firm yet soft.

Platinum blonde locks with black roots and pink tips messily framing her face. The hair barely reaching chin length. Many pilots kept their hair short. It wasn't a requirement to use the armor just made things simpler. Less messy. And things often got messy out there.

The ship. The Armor. Everything belonged to her. To her alone. Alone on this ship. The ship itself was meant for up to five people but she lived alone. Having customized to fit her needs over the years.

Bounty Hunter. Mercenary. Gun for hire. Any of those descriptions fit her profession. She did whatever the client wanted as long as money was and it didn't interfere with her morals. And the universe had plenty of need for people like her. Countless planets without law and order. Undiscovered worlds with unknown dangers. Roaming pirates. Deadly gangs. The list of threats was long. There were many people like her. Former soldiers, ex-gang members, people with low morals, and anything in between. There was no shortage of work.

[Here was an extensive description of the armor that I cut for the sake of brevity]

Her ship was currently on autopilot. The relative silence was interrupted by a beeping coming from the cockpit. Destination reached.
Neo Aurora.

A buzzling city on the planet Caphurn. Unlike many free cities around the system, it enjoyed relative safety and was a popular place for merchant to sell they wares. It was also the most popular placed for mercenaries and does that were in the need of mercenaries. Liz visited had multiple reasons.

She needed parts for some repairs on her armor. First and foremost. But not only that, she also wanted to restock on supplies. And there was an order she had made some time ago ready for pick up.
And, of course, find a new job. So her schedule for the next two to three days was filled out

There really wasn't any other city in this star system. Easily visible from far above the atmosphere. Sprawling lights covering half the planet.

*"You have permission to land in bay 581-B. Have a pleasant day and welcome to Neo Aurora."* The friendly, feminine voice came through the speakers. Elizabeth didn't had to do much besides doing some changes to the autopilot. The ship would do the rest on it's own. Landing in such big ports like Neo Aurora was mostly automated to save time and avoid accidents.

WRITING TOGETHER

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