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Sorta related to my other thread but more simplified.
What I'm looking for and will happily provide–
I specifically want to play a OC of mine of a race from my own making, 'Of fae and fire' (pixie and dragon)
and so in order to get that I am gonna simplify my usual needs which I will describe below
–Compatible RP writing style (I can do weekly, sometimes -hopefully- daily posts, usually between 350-800 words)
–Romance (Can be dub-con or full con, complicated or wholesome, as long as it's very passionate) prefer a light or heavy D/s dynamic with MC as the submissive, but as long as YC initiates more or at least half the time/at first, then I am a bit flexible there.
–Body type difference (your beef cake for my short stack)
–Medieval fantasy setting (Focus on erotica, preferably starting from the very first posts, and just a little bit of story to be a vehicle for the romance but the erotica is the overall journey)
–Enthusiasm for plotting/a good OOC rapport
–The clit description in the faves is a need, but everything else is a suggestion. I still cannot do the things in the 'no' section of my F-list though.
As long as all of that works, and nothing from my limits is requested, I would be happy to get something going!
I have my original idea open below, but again, as long as it's not in my 'no' list, and fits the criteria above, I am game to discuss and see what can be figured out!
The RP Concept–
A princess born from fae-and-fire union is entangled in carnal claim and loving bloom, torn between two that is secretly one.
So, the story would be YC is both knight and dragon, preferably a were-beast kind of situation, or perhaps some sort of curse/spell, where he cannot control the change. Perhaps he is partially conscious when 'taken over', or he entirely blacks out/doesn't even know he has this affliction? Just that he looses pieces of time? Regardless, one day he will come across my curvy short-stack and the drake inside comes out to lay mated claim.
YC either riddled with guilt when she is ravaged to exhaustion, or 'finding' her afterwards in the aftermath and his chivalrous nature naturally has him help her as a Good Samaritan, which starts this back and forth conundrum between a romantic tale of Knight and Princess, and a more ravenous exchange of Maiden and Beast.
From there we can take a bunch of different routes.
MC could be a runaway royal who was trying to make it as an adventurer only to be found by the dragon, and then cared for by the man and taken with her so she can sate her wanderlust with someone experienced in travel, or he could have been assigned to her as an official body-guard, only to defile his own vows by hunting her through the castle.
There's options for YC to have this rip in his soul as he knows he is the drake treating her like a mix of prey and mate, but his contrition and desire are too intense to admit it or risk losing her, or, if he has no idea, his promise is to tare asunder the creature that dares plunder her.
Would love to add some 'fated mate' dynamics in as well to explain our characters immediate pull to one another, but not required.
All the while, MC is torn by the fear of the dragon, but also, the deep carnal desire, stricken with shame that although she tries to flee and fight and escape, she does not hate the scaled invader, in fact, while the romance blooms between her and such a valiant companion, she still finds herself...yearning to be hunted again.
Here's a look at my writing style to help tempt you into my PM's~
And as an example of the sort of style I am looking to play -against- too, so please keep that in mind. If your RP style is drastically different/less detailed than this we likely do not match as partners.
SFW Example:
Smut example, 69
What I'm looking for and will happily provide–
I specifically want to play a OC of mine of a race from my own making, 'Of fae and fire' (pixie and dragon)
I have reference images where she is more busty/chubby that I would be happy (perhaps even prefer) to use, lemme know if you are interested in seeing those as well! Otherwise, this is MC
–Compatible RP writing style (I can do weekly, sometimes -hopefully- daily posts, usually between 350-800 words)
–Romance (Can be dub-con or full con, complicated or wholesome, as long as it's very passionate) prefer a light or heavy D/s dynamic with MC as the submissive, but as long as YC initiates more or at least half the time/at first, then I am a bit flexible there.
–Body type difference (your beef cake for my short stack)
–Medieval fantasy setting (Focus on erotica, preferably starting from the very first posts, and just a little bit of story to be a vehicle for the romance but the erotica is the overall journey)
–Enthusiasm for plotting/a good OOC rapport
–The clit description in the faves is a need, but everything else is a suggestion. I still cannot do the things in the 'no' section of my F-list though.
As long as all of that works, and nothing from my limits is requested, I would be happy to get something going!
I have my original idea open below, but again, as long as it's not in my 'no' list, and fits the criteria above, I am game to discuss and see what can be figured out!
The RP Concept–
A princess born from fae-and-fire union is entangled in carnal claim and loving bloom, torn between two that is secretly one.
So, the story would be YC is both knight and dragon, preferably a were-beast kind of situation, or perhaps some sort of curse/spell, where he cannot control the change. Perhaps he is partially conscious when 'taken over', or he entirely blacks out/doesn't even know he has this affliction? Just that he looses pieces of time? Regardless, one day he will come across my curvy short-stack and the drake inside comes out to lay mated claim.
YC either riddled with guilt when she is ravaged to exhaustion, or 'finding' her afterwards in the aftermath and his chivalrous nature naturally has him help her as a Good Samaritan, which starts this back and forth conundrum between a romantic tale of Knight and Princess, and a more ravenous exchange of Maiden and Beast.
From there we can take a bunch of different routes.
MC could be a runaway royal who was trying to make it as an adventurer only to be found by the dragon, and then cared for by the man and taken with her so she can sate her wanderlust with someone experienced in travel, or he could have been assigned to her as an official body-guard, only to defile his own vows by hunting her through the castle.
There's options for YC to have this rip in his soul as he knows he is the drake treating her like a mix of prey and mate, but his contrition and desire are too intense to admit it or risk losing her, or, if he has no idea, his promise is to tare asunder the creature that dares plunder her.
Would love to add some 'fated mate' dynamics in as well to explain our characters immediate pull to one another, but not required.
All the while, MC is torn by the fear of the dragon, but also, the deep carnal desire, stricken with shame that although she tries to flee and fight and escape, she does not hate the scaled invader, in fact, while the romance blooms between her and such a valiant companion, she still finds herself...yearning to be hunted again.
Here's a look at my writing style to help tempt you into my PM's~
And as an example of the sort of style I am looking to play -against- too, so please keep that in mind. If your RP style is drastically different/less detailed than this we likely do not match as partners.
SFW Example:
Lunetta's heart skipped a beat, several beats, when Emma so organically called her 'babe', and her frozen shoulders seemed to jolt with the little electric zap caused by this term of endearment.
Ah, that felt...good.
Oh no...oh no, new panic.
As the cheerful woman let herself shine away with each sentence Lunetta had a better view of her general demeanor, though it was pretty apparent from that first meeting, but perhaps what she really realized was...Emma was the exact type of person she always tended to crush on. Big and bulky and friendly...though, usually those qualities were in a man, though, well, she knew she was capable of attraction to women too, but she'd never really got a chance to explore that before, 'compulsive heterosexuality' was sort of a challenge for her, but as her eyes finally managed to pry from her paper, and she took a second to more pointedly take in this woman, the heat in her face began to expand...a bit lower too, "Heh...that's really really sweet of you. I'll, umm, be sure to take you up on that if it happens. Thanks again, for being understanding."
Her bulb nose crinkled as she observed the formidable statued woman begin to investigate the area, and at first she thought maybe she dropped her keys or something, and then she realized, Emma was making sure the space was empty...in full view of her bespectacled gape...and the glint in her eyes held a more endearing twinkle as she realized she was trying to make her feel safer.
A little laugh erupted, affectionate tears at the corners of her lashes when given that inquiry, but managing not to fall along her cheeks as she sharply sniffled, blinking them back while she nodded, "Yea, Yea I feel better, thank you," She placed her forehead in the heel of her hand, trying to let the mood turn to the same sort of upbeat tune of the silver-haired bodybuilder-shaped lass, some strain left over in her muscles from them unclenching after such a long time tensed, "I imagine it's a challenge to be bummed around you, if this first impression is any indication," Another sniff to go ahead and stuff that unpleasant emotion back down and away to let in the space for this nice distracting presence that was Emma,"Are you always this friendly?" The supple woman's face tilted so her porcelain hand was cradling her chin now as she looked to Emma, her gaze catching sight of those silver locks and feeling her own mirth sneak through, "What are you? related to Santa Claus or something?" Hmm, was that funny though? She meant it as a compliment, though she felt a bit insecure still, so she lifted her ruby head from her palm in order to sit up straight, other hand gesturing towards her, "Ya know...c-cuz of the hair and rosy personality..." That gesturing hand reached back to rub the back of her neck as she smirked apologetically, but more comfortably, "maybe that was a stretch, heh, sorry."
Ah, that felt...good.
Oh no...oh no, new panic.
As the cheerful woman let herself shine away with each sentence Lunetta had a better view of her general demeanor, though it was pretty apparent from that first meeting, but perhaps what she really realized was...Emma was the exact type of person she always tended to crush on. Big and bulky and friendly...though, usually those qualities were in a man, though, well, she knew she was capable of attraction to women too, but she'd never really got a chance to explore that before, 'compulsive heterosexuality' was sort of a challenge for her, but as her eyes finally managed to pry from her paper, and she took a second to more pointedly take in this woman, the heat in her face began to expand...a bit lower too, "Heh...that's really really sweet of you. I'll, umm, be sure to take you up on that if it happens. Thanks again, for being understanding."
Her bulb nose crinkled as she observed the formidable statued woman begin to investigate the area, and at first she thought maybe she dropped her keys or something, and then she realized, Emma was making sure the space was empty...in full view of her bespectacled gape...and the glint in her eyes held a more endearing twinkle as she realized she was trying to make her feel safer.
A little laugh erupted, affectionate tears at the corners of her lashes when given that inquiry, but managing not to fall along her cheeks as she sharply sniffled, blinking them back while she nodded, "Yea, Yea I feel better, thank you," She placed her forehead in the heel of her hand, trying to let the mood turn to the same sort of upbeat tune of the silver-haired bodybuilder-shaped lass, some strain left over in her muscles from them unclenching after such a long time tensed, "I imagine it's a challenge to be bummed around you, if this first impression is any indication," Another sniff to go ahead and stuff that unpleasant emotion back down and away to let in the space for this nice distracting presence that was Emma,"Are you always this friendly?" The supple woman's face tilted so her porcelain hand was cradling her chin now as she looked to Emma, her gaze catching sight of those silver locks and feeling her own mirth sneak through, "What are you? related to Santa Claus or something?" Hmm, was that funny though? She meant it as a compliment, though she felt a bit insecure still, so she lifted her ruby head from her palm in order to sit up straight, other hand gesturing towards her, "Ya know...c-cuz of the hair and rosy personality..." That gesturing hand reached back to rub the back of her neck as she smirked apologetically, but more comfortably, "maybe that was a stretch, heh, sorry."
Smut example, 69
The hole of his virility smeared even more seed over her offered tongue and it was as though his literal animal magnetism was able to psychically convey his demands and she began to lick, as though he were a snowcone she were consuming, tasting and savoring the fluid that was leaking from the cap-of-his-girth and put more fuel into the power of his control over her.
Her heart jumped into her throat as she felt her moonlight buttocks being spread and the lightly darker red pucker was orbited and then a slick digit began to squeeze it's way in, the touch completely foreign and a tiny little flicker of nervousness invaded just beneath the rim-line of her entranced actions, though not enough to actually do anything about it, some miles-away-whisper of her common sense thinking 'wait are we sure about this?' while something that was wrapped almost directly around her brain and under her skull cooed, 'oh yes~ very sure~', but her open mouth wider and groaned in a bit of surprise anyway, "a-aaah~!"
With every entrance on her form being prodded and her mouth widening from her carnal utterance, that pushing member crammed it's way past her lips until the curve of it's head had just pushed inside, causing her soft saliva and pre-cum lubed mouth to be completely filled, at least at it's 'doorway', "m-mmmm!~" The tightness of her mouth compared to his thick and long cock made it impressive that she could stretch her lips wide enough as another fraction of him thrusted into her, filling her mouth to the point her burning cheeks puffed a bit on either side in an attempt to make room. Then she felt it drag along her tongue and a small little 'pop' and her panting breath followed his manhoods withdraw, only letting maybe 1 and a half breaths before pushing it's slickness was back in her mouth, salivating both from the salty taste and to allow for easier insertion, her backside still flexing timidly around his inspecting claw and her clit amorously oblivious, the happily stimulated flower not really giving a shit about anything else as it was being graced over and over by that steady exhilarating tongue, her clit literally could not care less about anything else but being rubbed and rubbed and ruuuubbed.
Her scalp prickled again when she realized one of her antlers was being grabbed, the pressure of the guidance sending a familiar thrill up her spine as he continued to shove in and out of her mouth with continuous wet 'popping' and little 'gurgle' noises from all the moisture collected in that area by this point.
When his tongue briefly ceased it's dance with her flower-bud, she felt something through the cloud of her psyche, like someone trying to run towards her from a mile away, something that protested, and her leg shifted, her knee digging into the crook of the Wolf's shoulder, but then his voice sliced through, almost cutting down that enclosing thought, making it evaporate to join the rest of her pleasure mist, and her muscles loosened with the gradual retreat of his hard-on, saliva dribbling down her chin as her own musings were replaced with his instructions, her eyes re-dilating upon his inquiry when he granted her permission to move of her own accord again.
"Y-Yes~" Joy's huffed and she began to tremble, her body recognizing her current captivity reached all the way to her very thoughts, and she was...not afraid, she was too entranced to feel fear, it was more...aroused intimidation.
Her starlight hands reached down, both encircling his prong at the base and she extended her mouth to the best of her ability, and she bobbed her horned-roseate head forward and inch by inch she sucked his length into her, tongue compressing for extra room. She then felt the head of it reach back to her throat, getting close to touching her uvula, and to make sure her gag-reflex did not betray her, she swallowed, the pressure of her throat and mouth strangling the invading shaft, every centimeter of flesh being hugged by the wet tendons until she knew she needed air, and so she gradually and slowly pulled her mouth back, lips outlining the perimeter of his mast, and then yet again, 'pop' out of her lips and she coughed weakly from the light soreness of her poked throat, though this only lasted a second, her eyes welling up with passionate resolve, and then she slurped his prong back in, sliding it until it nudged the back of her throat.
Joy couldn't see as she sucked his dick, her eyes watering and beginning to release pressure-tears, but anything that was left outside of her lips was being rubbed and stroked by both her hands, staying close behind her lips so as to sort of extend the reach of her oral friction as she began to bob her head with a bit more quickness.
The noises accelerating in it's sexual tune.
Her heart jumped into her throat as she felt her moonlight buttocks being spread and the lightly darker red pucker was orbited and then a slick digit began to squeeze it's way in, the touch completely foreign and a tiny little flicker of nervousness invaded just beneath the rim-line of her entranced actions, though not enough to actually do anything about it, some miles-away-whisper of her common sense thinking 'wait are we sure about this?' while something that was wrapped almost directly around her brain and under her skull cooed, 'oh yes~ very sure~', but her open mouth wider and groaned in a bit of surprise anyway, "a-aaah~!"
With every entrance on her form being prodded and her mouth widening from her carnal utterance, that pushing member crammed it's way past her lips until the curve of it's head had just pushed inside, causing her soft saliva and pre-cum lubed mouth to be completely filled, at least at it's 'doorway', "m-mmmm!~" The tightness of her mouth compared to his thick and long cock made it impressive that she could stretch her lips wide enough as another fraction of him thrusted into her, filling her mouth to the point her burning cheeks puffed a bit on either side in an attempt to make room. Then she felt it drag along her tongue and a small little 'pop' and her panting breath followed his manhoods withdraw, only letting maybe 1 and a half breaths before pushing it's slickness was back in her mouth, salivating both from the salty taste and to allow for easier insertion, her backside still flexing timidly around his inspecting claw and her clit amorously oblivious, the happily stimulated flower not really giving a shit about anything else as it was being graced over and over by that steady exhilarating tongue, her clit literally could not care less about anything else but being rubbed and rubbed and ruuuubbed.
Her scalp prickled again when she realized one of her antlers was being grabbed, the pressure of the guidance sending a familiar thrill up her spine as he continued to shove in and out of her mouth with continuous wet 'popping' and little 'gurgle' noises from all the moisture collected in that area by this point.
When his tongue briefly ceased it's dance with her flower-bud, she felt something through the cloud of her psyche, like someone trying to run towards her from a mile away, something that protested, and her leg shifted, her knee digging into the crook of the Wolf's shoulder, but then his voice sliced through, almost cutting down that enclosing thought, making it evaporate to join the rest of her pleasure mist, and her muscles loosened with the gradual retreat of his hard-on, saliva dribbling down her chin as her own musings were replaced with his instructions, her eyes re-dilating upon his inquiry when he granted her permission to move of her own accord again.
"Y-Yes~" Joy's huffed and she began to tremble, her body recognizing her current captivity reached all the way to her very thoughts, and she was...not afraid, she was too entranced to feel fear, it was more...aroused intimidation.
Her starlight hands reached down, both encircling his prong at the base and she extended her mouth to the best of her ability, and she bobbed her horned-roseate head forward and inch by inch she sucked his length into her, tongue compressing for extra room. She then felt the head of it reach back to her throat, getting close to touching her uvula, and to make sure her gag-reflex did not betray her, she swallowed, the pressure of her throat and mouth strangling the invading shaft, every centimeter of flesh being hugged by the wet tendons until she knew she needed air, and so she gradually and slowly pulled her mouth back, lips outlining the perimeter of his mast, and then yet again, 'pop' out of her lips and she coughed weakly from the light soreness of her poked throat, though this only lasted a second, her eyes welling up with passionate resolve, and then she slurped his prong back in, sliding it until it nudged the back of her throat.
Joy couldn't see as she sucked his dick, her eyes watering and beginning to release pressure-tears, but anything that was left outside of her lips was being rubbed and stroked by both her hands, staying close behind her lips so as to sort of extend the reach of her oral friction as she began to bob her head with a bit more quickness.
The noises accelerating in it's sexual tune.