Welcome to my request thread. Please have a warm drink while you are here
A B O U T βM E βΒ»
Hello, I am Koura, a 40-year-old from Europe [GMT+2/3]. I have been playing and GM-ing non-smutty forum games for almost a decade, so I consider myself an experienced and literate writer. I can play a wide variety of characters and I enjoy world-building and well-developed stories. These days I prefer one-on-one roleplays with other literate partners and I am looking for plot-driven stories [long / short-term] with a fair amount of detailed smut. However, even with all the smut involved, I want the story to be the motivation for character interaction.
In case you're curious about definitions, in my books a long-term story would mean something that takes several months to wrap up. While I would love to promise everyone a riveting story that keeps them at the edge of their seats, in reality, chemistry is a fickle thing and sometimes people just do not click. Because of this, I prefer to chat with my potential partners before diving head-first into a scene.
W R I T I N Gβ S A M P L E
Silver chimes dangling from a high ceiling played a soft, mournful tone. The guardian stirred, his labyrinthine mind filled with confusion. He could feel his chitinous limbs aching as he pushed himself up, cobwebs and dust covering his gruesome features. It had been ages since his masters had called for him. It had been ages since anyone had dared to cross the border. Groaning as he pushed himself up, Mikhail stretched his sinewy arms, plucking off the webbing covering his greyish skin. Bound to serve his fae masters, the creature had little choice on the matter. He was cursed, his mind bound irrecoverably to the tunes that filled the otherwise empty tower. The Tower of the Spiders. The Watchtower. The Bale Eye of the East. The fae had many names for Mikhail's prison.
Mikhail skittered across the ancient moss-covered stones, his long and gnarly limbs carrying the weight of his grotesque body. Slipping out, he picked up a glow-orb giving it a shake. Muttering curses under his breath, the monster shook the metal contraption in his hands. Moments later the makeshift lantern came to life bathing the guardian with gentle blue light. The glow-orb warbled in an eerie tone as he let it dangle from his fingers, the tormented sprites bound to the witch-glass screeching in pain. They were slaves to the fae just as Mikhail was. Humming the tune the chimes had been playing, the monster scuttled towards the intruder, the notes letting him know exactly where the border had been breached. He knew roughly what to expect, the harmonious dirge filling his mind with a dour purpose. He knew his masters wanted him to drag the intruder to the palace. Palace he had once shared with his kin. Hatred and envy burned in his veins and yet the monster was unable to fight the magic that pushed him deeper into the woods. Mikhail had no choice in the matter.
It took him the better part of an hour to find the young woman, the woods shifting around him as he waded closer to the border. The old forest was alive in some sense, the gnarled woods shifting and twisting whenever no one was looking. No human that wandered into the old forest could ever find their way out. The fae preferred it that way. Mikhail could not fathom why the Prince of the Long Night wanted this particular human brought to his palace. It was not his place to ask questions. He merely needed to obey his masters. The monster could taste bitter bile in his mishappen mouth, disgusted as he was with himself. Once he had been tall and fair. Once he had dwelled among the fae. Now he was but a slave.
"Aren't you pretty," Mikhail murmured as he eyed the young woman, drool dribbling down from his malformed chin. It had been ages since he had last seen a human. He could remember a young man they had been all playing with. The poor little thing had never had a chance. "What are you doing here? Why did you cross?" his voice was raspy, his words garbled. The monster almost felt bad for the girl. Crouching down, he picked up the small woman in misshaped arms, cradling her against his clammy chest. "Don't you worry, pretty-thing, Master is going to look after you." Resentment gleamed in his many eyes.
The insectoid beast carried Callista through the woods, Mikhail's many legs allowing him to navigate the treacherous forest floor with ease. The monster was chittering nervously as he skittled toward the dark spires that loomed over the canopy. He knew he was expected, Mikhail nervously stepping across the old drawbridge, the ancient wood creaking beneath his weight. Within the vaunted halls of the fae, sounds of merriment filled the air. He could hear song and laughter echo in the distance.
It did not take long before two guards bearing the colors of the Long Night approached him, both women hauntingly beautiful. Mikhail could see the disgust in their eyes. He could sense their resentment. They knew what he was. "For the master," the monster hissed, passing the human girl to the fae, the guards hesitant to touch him. It was as if they feared that his curse was infectious.
"Go," the taller of the two women commanded, steel ringing in her voice. Groaning, Mikhail took a step back, then another. He wanted to strangle her. He wanted to feast on her flesh. Yet the monster obeyed, offering the guards an awkward bow before turning away. His mind had not been truly his for centuries. Humming an old tone, the weary guardian headed back to his tower. He knew he needed to sleep.
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The two women half-carried, half-dragged Callista between them, taking her down a winding flight of stairs. Lanterns dangling from the walls bathed stairs in soft green light, the guards gently guiding the young woman deeper into the palace. The air became warm and humid, the stone tiles covering the floor covered with a thin layer of moss. "Master wants to see you," one of the fae told Callista, her voice soft and melodic. "But only after we've cleaned you up," the other woman added, her voice ringing with mischief. "Worry not, sweetling. No one is going to hurt you," the tall fae assured her, reaching to caress her cheek with her lanky fingers.
Callista would find herself taken to baths, the two women fussing around her, tugging and pulling her garments as they disrobed her. "That won't do at all," the smaller of the fae mused, shaking his head. "We'll find you something lovely darling. Master is going to love you." The guardswoman sounded awfully certain of herself, her voice brimming with mirth. "But let's get you clean first, shall we." The two fae would push and prod Callista, in effect forcing her to take a seat in a large bathtub, the water almost scalding her skin. A sharp scent of a floral soap lingered in the air, the guards turning their attention on the human woman, making sure to scrub her clean despite any protests she might have had.
P R E F E R E N C E S βΒ»
β In a world where everyone wears a mask it's a privilege to see a soul. β
I lean heavily on the dominant side, preferring to play against submissive female characters. That said, I don't like characters that yield the moment someone scowls at them. I would highly prefer the submissive character to be intelligent and have some spine. I take pleasure in the hunt, so to speak. My main kink of sorts, if that term applies, is to see how characters act and react in a given situation they find themselves in. This means that I have no interest in god-modding your character.
I want to see their reactions as you envision them, raw and real. I want to see their determination
and their confidence. I want to see the fear and despair in their eyes when they are eventually overcome.
I want to hear how they gasp or moan when they are touched. I want to see how they shudder and tremble,
I want to see and hear how characters eventually come apart and yield.
In return, I offer a window to my character's thoughts, showing in detail what they think and feel and why they do what they do, regardless of whether I am writing a callous abuser or a caring pet owner. If you enjoy knowing what makes dominant characters tick, chances are we'll get along well. As I am capable of playing the full gamut of dominants, I would want you to tell me whether you prefer the story to involve a consensual [possibly abusive] relationship or if you want your character to be abused and used against her will. Either way, I am game.
Firstly, I'll have to disappoint some of you by noting that I do not usually write fandom stories. I have tried and every attempt has failed miserably, and I do not want to tempt fate. I greatly prefer to have the freedom to create the setting for the story along with my partner, which is far easier when working with a homebrew. I particularly love to watch what other creative writers conjure up as we delve into the world of our creation. This means that I tend to prefer historical or fantasy settings, simply to have a bigger playground for my writing. Stories taking place after the 1920s are too modern for my tastes.
E X P E C T A T I O N S βΒ»
β Companions the creator seeks, not corpses, not herds, and believers. Fellow creators the creator seeks β those who write new values on new tablets. Companions the creator seeks, and fellow harvesters; for everything about him is ripe for the harvest. β
I can write in PMs or threads. OOC chatter on Discord is possible, but I want to keep my stories here on the forum. I do consider myself advanced literate. If you are curious about my writing style, please take a look at the writing sample above [Adding a writing sample of your own in your request message is a sure way to get my attention]. I work from home a fair bit so you can expect 1 - 3 replies per week with an average of 500 - 800 words per reply. I would like to expect the same from you. Should something get in the way of writing, I will let you know. Should I happen to lose interest or my muse, I will also let you know. I generally hate to leave people hanging. You can also expect clear and concise OOC communication from me and I pretty much expect the same from you. I love world-building and would want to write with someone who can build a world with me. I love populating my stories with cities, religions, deities, noble houses, and NPCs that all make the setting feel alive and not just a backdrop for some detailed smut.
I expect you to be aware of your limits and how you want your character to be put in place or tamed if that is your thing. I have no issues adjusting to the preferences of the person I am writing with, as long as I am aware of them.
If you want to add or adjust something, just let me know. I want my partners to be excited about the story we're going to write.
S A N C T I T Y βL O S T βΒ»
β There is an innate gratification in falling from grace, that the supreme pleasure of love is illicit love, a feeling that you are doing wrong. β
Your character is a nun or priestess struggling with her vows. My character, a priest of some sort starts chastising her, leading to things getting out of hand. What if she enjoys her corporal punishment? Alternatively, MC is a wicked man leading YC into a sinful relationship that slowly erodes her confidence and sense of self - or turns her into an obedient little pet.
B L O O D βD O W R Y βΒ»
β A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it. β
Your character is a witch or a healer who stumbles upon a grievously wounded man (MC) in the woods. Taking pity on him, she drags him to her home, tending his wounds. MC is grateful as he is gracious - YC did save his life. Yet when the moon turns full, YC finds herself facing a hungry werewolf who just can't hold himself back. This story could go two ways. Either we could write this with a more romantic slant, with YC and MC learning to love each other. Alternatively, MC could subjugate YC and turn her into his plaything.
T H E βB R A V E βΒ»
β Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process she does not become a monster. β
MC and YC are adventurers working for the same master, braving challenges together. This would approach D/s relationship from a romantic angle, with the story working as a framework for the character interaction and development. Alternatively, YC is tasked to infiltrate a local cult thriving in the shadows. My character is the charismatic cult leader who either turns YC into his plaything or corrupts her, making her his most trusted lieutenant.
I am well aware that I wrote that I don't usually write fandom stories, but there are two notable exceptions at the moment.
Both are a little bit obscure. Amazon did an amazing job serialising Wheel of Time so perhaps someone has seen it?
L E G E N D S βO F
T H E βF I V E βR I N G S βΒ»
β Words cut like steel. β
In this setting, I would prefer to write a story that deals with the burden of rank and honor - and how the samurai deal with the frustrations of life. My two favorite families are Kuni and Yogo and I would likely want to play a high-ranking magistrate or shugenja. Your character could be either an ally or enemy to mine, depending on whether you want consent to play a part in the story or not. Again, I am looking to explore the character dynamics, the setting is merely a backdrop.
W H E E L βO F βT I M E βΒ»
β The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. β
In this setting, I would like to play either Asha'man or Warden against Aes Sedai. Depending on the set-up, your character could be either an ally or an enemy to mine. I would be curious to play bonded characters - for obvious hopefully reasons. I'll note that for the most part, I am looking to explore the character dynamics, the setting is merely a backdrop for all the fun and messy human stuff.
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