Princess-In-Silk-Chains
Planetoid
- Joined
- Dec 13, 2021
Power Exchange, or more like power stolen. Vulnerability found through submission and control and indulgence, even if there is rebellion before carnality.
And an interesting story to wrap it up in an imaginative bow.
And an interesting story to wrap it up in an imaginative bow.
What can I do for you?
- Will reply at least once every 9 days, but hope to do multiple daily as schedule allows.
- Busty gal against beefy buff partner. I now have commissioned a few images of my exact character face-claim which is this, I have other images of her I like better, but that's the one I am comfy sharing publicly)
- Eagerness to plot out something fun for both of our enjoyment. Open communication is key.
- Lover of details, both the fantastical, and perverted kind. Always love to paint a vividly romantic lustful, picture.
- F-List (The 'Fave's' (except for kemonomimi, bondage, Master x Pet/Slave) are must-haves, I won't have fun without them, Please at least read the fave's section before messaging me, the 'No's' are non-negotiable, while everything else we can pick and choose as we both like)
What will you do for me?
- Looking for D/s romance with MC as the sub, specifically against a affectionate but commanding personality type, as I am desiring dub-con if not even non-con. I want it from the more possessive angle with a twisted sort of love there or able to grow, just, some sort of affection, even if strange or dark, from the very start, as opposed to harsh type where MC's well being is not remotely considered which is not what I want, though roughness to a certain extent is welcome.
- Paste tense third person writing style only. I usually do about 3 para or more, and hoping for someone who can do quality posts of at least 2 meaty para each time. (My personal comfort zone for posts is usually between 300-800 words)
- Detailed clitoral stimulation description to be included if MC is expected to orgasm within a scene.
Nuggets of ideas
((Most of my plots are medieval fantasy, it's usually a challenge for me to get into modern. Open to ideas as long as the dub-con is heavy and forceful but also affectionate))
A Princess Gift–
MC is a princess 'betrothed' to a fighter, the highest order whom was a part of saving the kingdom. However, nuptials are not really a practice among his people, and MC, even with all the propriety drilled into her, is not willing. So she is made to look pretty, and most importantly, appealing, and then shackled to a palanquin to be carted off to her spouse.
He accepts the gift, and indulges in his possession liberally, though, some consideration always shown on the outskirts of their interactions, she is a princess after all, and, she's quite cute when she struggles, but even more so when she moans.
There's A Werewolf In The Party–
A classic DnD party off on adventures. MC freshly joined a guild and assigned to a party, low be her luck when on the first night, out in the woods after she had scuttled away simply to relieve herself, a bipedal canid found her.
She was no match, and she soon ended up knotted to the beast.
Pushed past the point of exhaustion, eventually she passes out to discover the party member she has a crush on has found her and takes her back to her tent before the rest can awaken. He soothe her, calms her.
She tries to forget the horror, go into denial, lie to the group and say it was a normal attack, despite the suspicious lack of claw marks on her, but then, it happens again...and again...and again...And doesn't stop. He always finds her, he always hunts her, he always has her.
The poor thing is too distraught trying and stubbornly sticking to her goal of being an adventurer despite being stalked by this predator, that she never realizes the one member of her traveling company that comforts her and helps the memories fade away...is always -suspiciously- on time to do so, to care for her in the direct aftermath, sometimes so quick to be there she wonders how he hadn't seen the wolf pass by...every time, he's always there to lick her wounds.
Knight's Forceful Breeding– !!Biggest craving!!
A princess is assigned a bodyguard, a knight whom has crawled up the ranks and after many a great task done for the royal family, his only request when asked what he wants as payment for such valiance, is to be of use, to protect the second born of the kingdom. Peculiar, yet not entirely worrisome request. Naturally, the king accepts, and when the princess is asleep that first night, her champion decides he can better protect her from inside her room...and inside -her-.
Her care is his responsibility, her needs are his responsibility...even the ones she pretends not to have...he knows what's best for her.
The Horde's Pet– For the rare person interested in playing multiple against one/Reverse harem
The band of mercenaries is tense. Missions every day, traveling constantly, they need something to let off steam...so they acquire a pretty treasure to play with and help them relax.
At least one of them needs to have something more genuine in regards to feelings for MC so she can have aftercare by the end of the carnally exhausting scenes each time. If all of them were varying levels of attached to her and doted on her in different ways especially as time goes on, that would be great too.
Au'ra Princess and her forceful knight
Size difference
Shower time
Hands behind back
Mermaid taken
Pheromone/Scent play
Pheromone/Scent play 2
Bound 69
Upside down cunnilingus
Oni x Human
Overstimulated
Forceful kiss
Forceful kiss 2
Fondle from behind
Playing cops and robbers
After care 1
After care 2
After care 3
Sweaty
Possessive eyes
Possessive hands
Bound and enjoyed
(Warning, links below are both NSFW and non-con. The crying/unsatisfied appearance for MC is not accurate for what I am aiming for, but the free use/manhandling/and verbal praise used are big examples of kinks I am searching for)
Guidance 1
Guidance 2
Encouragement/Overstimulation 1
Encouragement/Overstimulation 2
General free use
General free use 2
Man handling and encouragement
Size difference
Shower time
Hands behind back
Mermaid taken
Pheromone/Scent play
Pheromone/Scent play 2
Bound 69
Upside down cunnilingus
Oni x Human
Overstimulated
Forceful kiss
Forceful kiss 2
Fondle from behind
Playing cops and robbers
After care 1
After care 2
After care 3
Sweaty
Possessive eyes
Possessive hands
Bound and enjoyed
(Warning, links below are both NSFW and non-con. The crying/unsatisfied appearance for MC is not accurate for what I am aiming for, but the free use/manhandling/and verbal praise used are big examples of kinks I am searching for)
Guidance 1
Guidance 2
Encouragement/Overstimulation 1
Encouragement/Overstimulation 2
General free use
General free use 2
Man handling and encouragement
The No-Can-Do's
]I will not reply to messages that include any of these things.
- Fully violently non-consensual (This means MC not orgasming/feeling no pleasure with the force and YC having 0% affection, and roughness to the point it's dangerous)
- MC not having an orgasm too during smut scenes (It's erotica, I want MC to cum as well, feeling physical pleasure even though she is struggling and unwilling is the entire core of the fun for my dub/non-con interest.)
- God-modding
- Breath play/control/denial
- Bimbofication/humiliation
- Beastality
- Me playing multiple main characters (I can include secondaries/background characters for plot easily, but not for romance or as another main)
- Incest/Incest adjacent
- Degradation/Objectification (no 'mean' terms, aka; 'slut, cum dump, harlot, fuck toy, whore, cock sleeve' Etc.., not in smut and especially not outside of smut.)
- Hatefulness as romance (Even if a complicated relationship, the goal of neither character should be completely dehumanizing/harming just for the intent to harm the other.)
- Snuff (Background characters can pass away of course, but for plot, not sexual gratification)
- Scat/Vomit
- Vore
- Cheating
- Real-life face claims
- Incest
- Playing (romantically/erotically) as a, or against a, character that is younger than 24 (Might be willing to go to 20 but unlikely)
- Intense sadism (Bones breaking/amputation/deep gashes, for smut reasons. For drama or plot, maybe some more serious wounds as long as they don't permanently damage a main character)
- Me playing a character with small/not-large breasts
- First/second person, present/future tense perspective writing
Writing samples:
I appreciate receiving a writing sample during plotting to help gauge if I mesh well with a possible writing partner, so here are writing samples of my own to preemptively share. Looking for people with a similar style. Please, no first-person/second-person perspective.It felt like she was trying to bulldoze a brick house with just her dimitive body. An absolutely useless endeavor.
And the stuned outrage was quickly making way for full out panic. Brilliant viridian eyes bulging and looking owl-like due to her glasses as she felt that mitt of a hand slithering it's way upwards...and she knew exactly where it would be headed.
She attempted to shift herself side to side at the waist to stay out of reach, her breasts pushing into the car like sponges at a car wash, but of course it didn't stop those same giant fingers from kneading upwards, muscling between steel and cushion until those digits were lifting the weighty squishy tit into it's clutch.
His hand was huge, but still not -quite- big enough to envelope her entire breast. The doughy flesh spilled between his fingers, as though bread being kneaded before baking, the springy orb molding right back into place whenever his fingers moved to a new spot.
The sensation causing her hidden nipple to become stimulated, the nub pushing forward through her bra, creating a small point from beneath her top.
His gravelly voice had her maroon brow furrow.
So the beast's name was...Wyatt?
Gods, that didn't sound eldritch horror enough for the moniker of what was currently acousting her.
Though that thought didn't stay in the forefront of her mind long because the distinct feeling of a cock, a -inhuman- cock spreading her cheeks through her skirt was quickly there to take it's place.
She even felt the slippery sensation of pre-joy slipping out and rolling in droplets down the back, leaving a murky salacious stain, to the point she felt a bit dribble onto the middle rear of her dense thigh.
Fuck, oh gods.
The panic was driving her brain to drag-racing speeds, trying to think of how to get herself out of this situation since it was clear physically she had no chance.
"W-Well, Wyatt, uh, I'm Lily, nice to meet you, now that we've met I think you can quit this prank and just let me– Ah!~" A sensual moan intruded on her rather ridiculous attempt at trying to force reality to bend to her own sense of denial when that other hand firmly yet almost delicately played against the snow stalks of her thighs, gliding between them, but, even as she locked them closed, trying to gate off her pelvic garden from entry, the pads of two digits eventually tickled their way through to her treasure-quim, her closed legs really just making a small gorge of softness for him to fondle through.
And, mortifyingly, what awaited his wolfish tips was a -wet- bundle of folds.
Of course, she just had to be the sort of woman whose honeypot leaked in both fear -and- arousal.
Her form of plentiful bends naturally reacting to the grind of something girthy over her rump, so as he pushed and pulled over the length of her pussy, the satin of her panties was soggy and clinging to her petals, along him to feel the exact shape of her tulip nethers.
Unknowingly being his 'imprinted mate', the smell of literal honey was heavy and wafting up from her groin, searching out Wyatt's nose like the aroma of cookies towards a cartoon character.
Lightening zipped up to the synapses in her brain as she tried to resist the fact that pleasure had struck her. Biting down on her tongue to suppress her moan.
Oh god, this couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening!
He confirmed what she had already begun to gathered, though the last few moments she had heavily pretended just couldn't be true, his voice like rolling thunder that made her cherry hair feel like it was fluffing up like a scared cat.
A helpless quarry in the primitive hunter's net.
A werewolf.
A fucking werewolf.
(...poor choice of words...)
The bottom of her now pervertedly soiled skirt rolled over the top of her tush, and the two vanilla buns were exposed with nothing but a small strip of ebon panties inbetween his hotrod and her 'entrance and exit', or, what she -hoped- would stay an 'exit'.
Lily went full fright, and instead of trying to push backwards, or side to side, she made a last ditch attempt.
She tried to crawl upwards.
As in, over the car.
Her feet scrapped against the driver's side door and her fingers clawed into the top of the vehicle while she tried to scramble away like a bunny out of a den that was on fire.
She was barely able to lift herself, in fact, as though doom were a malevolent god working against her, she only managed to hop enough to let his member sliiide down those milky cheeks, being hugged at either side, stroked by her ass really, before the prong of that meaty root nudged down, naturally, against the drenched spot of her underwear, her little flowerbud, her engorged-against-her-will clit throbbing into his fingers, for as though her limbs were in clear protest to the goings on, the bead of her pure bliss was...already rather fond of these turn of events.
Her pussy a betrayer of her mind and body.
And the stuned outrage was quickly making way for full out panic. Brilliant viridian eyes bulging and looking owl-like due to her glasses as she felt that mitt of a hand slithering it's way upwards...and she knew exactly where it would be headed.
She attempted to shift herself side to side at the waist to stay out of reach, her breasts pushing into the car like sponges at a car wash, but of course it didn't stop those same giant fingers from kneading upwards, muscling between steel and cushion until those digits were lifting the weighty squishy tit into it's clutch.
His hand was huge, but still not -quite- big enough to envelope her entire breast. The doughy flesh spilled between his fingers, as though bread being kneaded before baking, the springy orb molding right back into place whenever his fingers moved to a new spot.
The sensation causing her hidden nipple to become stimulated, the nub pushing forward through her bra, creating a small point from beneath her top.
His gravelly voice had her maroon brow furrow.
So the beast's name was...Wyatt?
Gods, that didn't sound eldritch horror enough for the moniker of what was currently acousting her.
Though that thought didn't stay in the forefront of her mind long because the distinct feeling of a cock, a -inhuman- cock spreading her cheeks through her skirt was quickly there to take it's place.
She even felt the slippery sensation of pre-joy slipping out and rolling in droplets down the back, leaving a murky salacious stain, to the point she felt a bit dribble onto the middle rear of her dense thigh.
Fuck, oh gods.
The panic was driving her brain to drag-racing speeds, trying to think of how to get herself out of this situation since it was clear physically she had no chance.
"W-Well, Wyatt, uh, I'm Lily, nice to meet you, now that we've met I think you can quit this prank and just let me– Ah!~" A sensual moan intruded on her rather ridiculous attempt at trying to force reality to bend to her own sense of denial when that other hand firmly yet almost delicately played against the snow stalks of her thighs, gliding between them, but, even as she locked them closed, trying to gate off her pelvic garden from entry, the pads of two digits eventually tickled their way through to her treasure-quim, her closed legs really just making a small gorge of softness for him to fondle through.
And, mortifyingly, what awaited his wolfish tips was a -wet- bundle of folds.
Of course, she just had to be the sort of woman whose honeypot leaked in both fear -and- arousal.
Her form of plentiful bends naturally reacting to the grind of something girthy over her rump, so as he pushed and pulled over the length of her pussy, the satin of her panties was soggy and clinging to her petals, along him to feel the exact shape of her tulip nethers.
Unknowingly being his 'imprinted mate', the smell of literal honey was heavy and wafting up from her groin, searching out Wyatt's nose like the aroma of cookies towards a cartoon character.
Lightening zipped up to the synapses in her brain as she tried to resist the fact that pleasure had struck her. Biting down on her tongue to suppress her moan.
Oh god, this couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening!
He confirmed what she had already begun to gathered, though the last few moments she had heavily pretended just couldn't be true, his voice like rolling thunder that made her cherry hair feel like it was fluffing up like a scared cat.
A helpless quarry in the primitive hunter's net.
A werewolf.
A fucking werewolf.
(...poor choice of words...)
The bottom of her now pervertedly soiled skirt rolled over the top of her tush, and the two vanilla buns were exposed with nothing but a small strip of ebon panties inbetween his hotrod and her 'entrance and exit', or, what she -hoped- would stay an 'exit'.
Lily went full fright, and instead of trying to push backwards, or side to side, she made a last ditch attempt.
She tried to crawl upwards.
As in, over the car.
Her feet scrapped against the driver's side door and her fingers clawed into the top of the vehicle while she tried to scramble away like a bunny out of a den that was on fire.
She was barely able to lift herself, in fact, as though doom were a malevolent god working against her, she only managed to hop enough to let his member sliiide down those milky cheeks, being hugged at either side, stroked by her ass really, before the prong of that meaty root nudged down, naturally, against the drenched spot of her underwear, her little flowerbud, her engorged-against-her-will clit throbbing into his fingers, for as though her limbs were in clear protest to the goings on, the bead of her pure bliss was...already rather fond of these turn of events.
Her pussy a betrayer of her mind and body.
Fay was touched when just before she was treated to her own meal, Olvith went out of his way to get a cushion beneath her knees, flashing him a brief and almost wholesome smile of appreciation, though, then she was off to her impassioned duty.
Once she began, the bit of praise that erupted from his slowly uneven breath sent a nice line of goosebumps down her spine, feeling his strong body looming over hers as he allowed her free rein
She breathed through her nose, to aid in getting used to how tight he fit into her. Fay stilled her drumming heart beneath her heaving blessed chest, breathing harshly as she knew she would need all the air in her lungs she could muster at this point.
The satin skinned woman with her long river of hair breathed deeply through her nostrils, and then she pushed her head forward. With a loud 'sluuurp' she stuffed him half way into her mouth, her saliva beginning to leak from between her constricting lips and his burning cock. Her shoulders jerked and her gag reflex flared briefly, her eyes closed tight as she resisted the urge, focusing.
It was ok, she knew what to do, she hadn't had the best line of partners from her past, but she did think herself at least skilled when it came to pleasing, always the considerate lover. She drew her head back after only pulling him in half way, knowing she needed to allow herself to get just a little more used to Olvith's engorged prick. She used the full capacity of her lungs, pulling on the barely loose skin as she dragged her lips over the circumference of his dick, the friction pulling at him. The pressure was so strong that when she finally pulled off of him again, a loud and quick 'POP' resonated in the air around her.
Fay gasped and then huffed, her pillowy breasts the size of round melons shaking and shuddering, her crimson face so hot she knew there -had- to be smoke rising from her flesh and spit had collected at either side of her lips, in fact, a small power-line of saliva was hanging onto her lips on one side while the other connected to the very tip of his thick schlong.
Though as soon as her mouth parted from his manhood her right hand suddenly stroked upward, her wrist twisting so as to disperse the caress around the whole perimeter of his length, and her left hand let go of his wonderfully strong side in order to dip down, and it found his testicles again, taking them both in her smooth palm, fingers pressing down onto them, massaging the orbs until she gave them a careful but firm squeeze, making sure he remained attended to as she panted and caught her breath.
Her hand gave his head two deeeeep pumps, other palm still rubbing his jewels, and she knew it was time, big breath, aaaaand
Her mouth opened wide, tongue lolling out to make extra room, and once more his cock was being forced into her narrow soft lips, her mouth muscle swiping left and right as to give extra friction to the underside of his delectable stick. She slipped down his girth, her hand stroking down right below her suckling mouth, dispersing her drool that dribbled downward all along his erection, the way his salty taste hit her causing more and more spit to accumulate to help lube his manhood.
Fay made it half way, her left hand continuing to rub his balls, a constant caress, but she moved her right hand up to his stomach, completely out of her way, shivering briefly when she felt the stone formation of his torso, and then, she dove down on him.
His head struck the back of her sopping velvet throat, being trapped so tightly in her inner neck muscles it was like she was strangling this thick muscle of his. Her eyes teared up from the pressure...the...the lovely pressure. The maiden had bobbed down on him so deeply that her nose was softly pressed against his stomach, not an inch of his dick left visible to the open air, all of it now housed snugly within her mouth and throat as tears rolled down her eyes, tears that were oddly...comfortable, it being from the pressure alone and no sense of turmoil, in fact the little streaks of wettness were almost soothing to her fired up cheeks. The spit that was seeping from her trailed down to his nuts, dripping of them.
Fay felt herself begin to gag, but instead of allowing herself to pull away, she kept herself in place, and she gurgled upon his manhood. Each spasm of her stuffed throat clenched around the hulking one's rod, clamping down on him harshly and a, 'Gluck Gluck Gluck' sound rumbled from her throat and around his cock, echoing against him.
With her other hand having nothing to do, she pulled it down and joined her already diligently working fingers, using both to squeeze and hold and massage his testicles like they were wonderful playthings meant for her rubbing enjoyment.
Once she began, the bit of praise that erupted from his slowly uneven breath sent a nice line of goosebumps down her spine, feeling his strong body looming over hers as he allowed her free rein
She breathed through her nose, to aid in getting used to how tight he fit into her. Fay stilled her drumming heart beneath her heaving blessed chest, breathing harshly as she knew she would need all the air in her lungs she could muster at this point.
The satin skinned woman with her long river of hair breathed deeply through her nostrils, and then she pushed her head forward. With a loud 'sluuurp' she stuffed him half way into her mouth, her saliva beginning to leak from between her constricting lips and his burning cock. Her shoulders jerked and her gag reflex flared briefly, her eyes closed tight as she resisted the urge, focusing.
It was ok, she knew what to do, she hadn't had the best line of partners from her past, but she did think herself at least skilled when it came to pleasing, always the considerate lover. She drew her head back after only pulling him in half way, knowing she needed to allow herself to get just a little more used to Olvith's engorged prick. She used the full capacity of her lungs, pulling on the barely loose skin as she dragged her lips over the circumference of his dick, the friction pulling at him. The pressure was so strong that when she finally pulled off of him again, a loud and quick 'POP' resonated in the air around her.
Fay gasped and then huffed, her pillowy breasts the size of round melons shaking and shuddering, her crimson face so hot she knew there -had- to be smoke rising from her flesh and spit had collected at either side of her lips, in fact, a small power-line of saliva was hanging onto her lips on one side while the other connected to the very tip of his thick schlong.
Though as soon as her mouth parted from his manhood her right hand suddenly stroked upward, her wrist twisting so as to disperse the caress around the whole perimeter of his length, and her left hand let go of his wonderfully strong side in order to dip down, and it found his testicles again, taking them both in her smooth palm, fingers pressing down onto them, massaging the orbs until she gave them a careful but firm squeeze, making sure he remained attended to as she panted and caught her breath.
Her hand gave his head two deeeeep pumps, other palm still rubbing his jewels, and she knew it was time, big breath, aaaaand
Her mouth opened wide, tongue lolling out to make extra room, and once more his cock was being forced into her narrow soft lips, her mouth muscle swiping left and right as to give extra friction to the underside of his delectable stick. She slipped down his girth, her hand stroking down right below her suckling mouth, dispersing her drool that dribbled downward all along his erection, the way his salty taste hit her causing more and more spit to accumulate to help lube his manhood.
Fay made it half way, her left hand continuing to rub his balls, a constant caress, but she moved her right hand up to his stomach, completely out of her way, shivering briefly when she felt the stone formation of his torso, and then, she dove down on him.
His head struck the back of her sopping velvet throat, being trapped so tightly in her inner neck muscles it was like she was strangling this thick muscle of his. Her eyes teared up from the pressure...the...the lovely pressure. The maiden had bobbed down on him so deeply that her nose was softly pressed against his stomach, not an inch of his dick left visible to the open air, all of it now housed snugly within her mouth and throat as tears rolled down her eyes, tears that were oddly...comfortable, it being from the pressure alone and no sense of turmoil, in fact the little streaks of wettness were almost soothing to her fired up cheeks. The spit that was seeping from her trailed down to his nuts, dripping of them.
Fay felt herself begin to gag, but instead of allowing herself to pull away, she kept herself in place, and she gurgled upon his manhood. Each spasm of her stuffed throat clenched around the hulking one's rod, clamping down on him harshly and a, 'Gluck Gluck Gluck' sound rumbled from her throat and around his cock, echoing against him.
With her other hand having nothing to do, she pulled it down and joined her already diligently working fingers, using both to squeeze and hold and massage his testicles like they were wonderful playthings meant for her rubbing enjoyment.
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