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Princess-In-Silk-Chains
Planetoid
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- Dec 13, 2021
Ya know that saying 'I have two wolves inside me always fighting for dominance, and the one that wins is the one I feed' ?
Well, my 'wolves' are cravings for intense but romantic smut or affectionately dubious kink, though both do have a base of tenderness and fondness with a relationship, the main elements can clearly differ, so, I suppose deciding who gets fed is partially chosen by potential partners willing to help me cook up the meal~
Well, my 'wolves' are cravings for intense but romantic smut or affectionately dubious kink, though both do have a base of tenderness and fondness with a relationship, the main elements can clearly differ, so, I suppose deciding who gets fed is partially chosen by potential partners willing to help me cook up the meal~
What I can do for you~
- Will reply at least once every 9 days, but hope to do multiple daily as schedule allows (weekends are most likely to have no responses)
- Busty gal against beefy buff partner. (If you would be willing to use this image for YC I would be eternally grateful but I am of course open to other images if you prefer as long as it fits the beefy buff description.)
- 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 custom kinks in the fave section of the list are must-haves, I won't have fun without those at the very least, while everything else is optional and up for us to discuss and implement, well, except for my limits of course. Please at least read all the custom kinks/limits before messaging me.)
Idea Nuggets!
Amazonian Betrothal Tradition–
A band of roaming herculean woman, their leader a hopeless romantic in need of a bride. One day she spots a lovely maiden bathing in the river, she knows the gods have guided her to her fated spouse...as is her people's way, overpowering her intended with pleasure to assert herself as the care-giver and protector of this marriage is important, as often who will get that privilege is only decided through the struggle, unless the other submits willingly of course...Too bad this lake cleansing woman was not raised in this culture and so the betrothal and following marriage is, in her eyes, much more like a kidnapping.
Lovingly Stalked–
A kind woman just went about her day, until a cloth was put over her mouth and consciousness wisped away like a snowflake evaporating under the morning sun. What she wakes up to is a rugged woman with sweet words, frisky touch, and delusional thoughts of love, regardless of the stolen-woman's protest.
Her Personal Cherub–
An angel of cupid comes down from the heavens, intent on helping others find love, but what will she do when it's her own heart and loins that are struck by affection's arrow? Perhaps with a human, or, perhaps with a demon in disguise?
Blackmail To Take Care–
She's been into her for awhile, then, one day, she finds out her secret kinky desires, but is well aware, the cutie will never be able to seek that stuff out on her own...so it's the secret admirer's job to make sure her obsession's dreams come true, even if there needs to be a bit of...persuasion involved.
Demonic Lovin–
A little witch casts a spell, for justice, or, revenge, honestly it was hard to tell and care at this point with how her fractured heart was held so precariously from all the ache in her life. The infernal being appears before her, willing to be her vengeful sword, but, it will cost the sorceress...and not her soul, or at least, not in the common way these pacts are done.
Could go dubious with YC being pushy in regards to molding MC into her hellish bride, or, could go surprisingly fluffy with YC willing to do all this because she is very attracted to MC and really wants a wife as she is a hopeless romantic and lonely.
The Mafia's Daughter–
She's not in line to run things, not that she wants to anyway. No, she's more about being the brute strength and enforcing fear when needed, the disheveled hoodlum of the family, though, it's getting lonely, and when she passes by this meek but busty librarian, her mind can't help but picturing dolling the gal up and having her on her arm at all times...at least, when she's not in her bed.
Teaching To Collar–
A submissive is debating doing so for a job, do what ya love and you'll never work a day in your life, right? However, her experience is pretty limited, and so, she seeks out to be properly trained for now.
A professional dominant takes her under her wing, but as the scenes progress, the idea of this Good Girl being anyone elses precious obedient beauty is just...unacceptable.
Amazonian Betrothal Tradition–
A band of roaming herculean woman, their leader a hopeless romantic in need of a bride. One day she spots a lovely maiden bathing in the river, she knows the gods have guided her to her fated spouse...as is her people's way, overpowering her intended with pleasure to assert herself as the care-giver and protector of this marriage is important, as often who will get that privilege is only decided through the struggle, unless the other submits willingly of course...Too bad this lake cleansing woman was not raised in this culture and so the betrothal and following marriage is, in her eyes, much more like a kidnapping.
Lovingly Stalked–
A kind woman just went about her day, until a cloth was put over her mouth and consciousness wisped away like a snowflake evaporating under the morning sun. What she wakes up to is a rugged woman with sweet words, frisky touch, and delusional thoughts of love, regardless of the stolen-woman's protest.
Her Personal Cherub–
An angel of cupid comes down from the heavens, intent on helping others find love, but what will she do when it's her own heart and loins that are struck by affection's arrow? Perhaps with a human, or, perhaps with a demon in disguise?
Blackmail To Take Care–
She's been into her for awhile, then, one day, she finds out her secret kinky desires, but is well aware, the cutie will never be able to seek that stuff out on her own...so it's the secret admirer's job to make sure her obsession's dreams come true, even if there needs to be a bit of...persuasion involved.
Demonic Lovin–
A little witch casts a spell, for justice, or, revenge, honestly it was hard to tell and care at this point with how her fractured heart was held so precariously from all the ache in her life. The infernal being appears before her, willing to be her vengeful sword, but, it will cost the sorceress...and not her soul, or at least, not in the common way these pacts are done.
Could go dubious with YC being pushy in regards to molding MC into her hellish bride, or, could go surprisingly fluffy with YC willing to do all this because she is very attracted to MC and really wants a wife as she is a hopeless romantic and lonely.
The Mafia's Daughter–
She's not in line to run things, not that she wants to anyway. No, she's more about being the brute strength and enforcing fear when needed, the disheveled hoodlum of the family, though, it's getting lonely, and when she passes by this meek but busty librarian, her mind can't help but picturing dolling the gal up and having her on her arm at all times...at least, when she's not in her bed.
Teaching To Collar–
A submissive is debating doing so for a job, do what ya love and you'll never work a day in your life, right? However, her experience is pretty limited, and so, she seeks out to be properly trained for now.
A professional dominant takes her under her wing, but as the scenes progress, the idea of this Good Girl being anyone elses precious obedient beauty is just...unacceptable.
To feel your kiss
Legs entwined
Demoness (minus the armpit stuff)
Bride of the chieftess
Bathing sirens
Nightly worship
Watch me unravel
How to spend an afternoon
Praise
To look up at you~
To watch her melt
Chiseled
Friendly barbarian
Warm welcome
A knight taking a break
Upside down licking
Muscle appreciation
Legs entwined
Demoness (minus the armpit stuff)
Bride of the chieftess
Bathing sirens
Nightly worship
Watch me unravel
How to spend an afternoon
Praise
To look up at you~
To watch her melt
Chiseled
Friendly barbarian
Warm welcome
A knight taking a break
Upside down licking
Muscle appreciation
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.Public Thread
The river was the sort of body of water where people barely bothered to name it since it was so insignificant, or if they did, what the people of Pell's crossing deemed it would vastly contrast what a wanderer might call it, and yet nearly no-one would feel compelled to correct the other.
The click-clack of feet against stone sounded of one walking just along the river's edge closest to the little township.
Cream-colored hands held out at honey spotted shoulders, in perfect balance along the rim between path and water.
Hmm...she didn't want to feed...but she was hungry.
And it would likely only be a day before she was...-too- hungry.
Damn.
Really no choice then was there?
The sweet voice box that belonged to this speckled passerby hummed in resolution and surrender, and, with a near pirouette, this lass's back was turned towards the drink and
Tiiiilt,
whiiish,
splash!!
Moments later, a ruby haired figure with arms wrapped beneath her weighty chest, looking cold and yet not shivering, passed the window to an especially forgettable inn, and walked through the door.
Libby Salude glanced around.
Her wavy maroon hair was damp and clung to the sides of her alabaster and umber speckled cheeks, making it look all the more feminine as the red outlines seemed as wine over snow-silk.
Her eyes took in the sight of each figure within the establishment.
Sniffing out for a 'reaction' in regards to her state of dress.
Her clothes dripped with pearls of water that rolled down her legs and made her clothes cling to her body. A mix between a peasant outfit and that of an adventurer...with perhaps a -bit- more skin showing than absolutely necessary, though, in her defense, she wore more clothes regularly then a lot of her ilk.
No judgment of course.
The way the off the shoulder peasant shirt clung to her developed chest almost made the white blouse blend into her moonlight bust, not leaving -the most- to the imagination as to their size and shape. Though it was hardly ever possible to hide her shape.
Her folded oval ears lost a bit of their usual 'poof' due to the drink, and as she walked towards the bar keep, her adorable tear-drop like tail wagged to shake off some of the droplets at the same time her pillow ears flapped up and down to do similar.
She was a faun.
-Apparently.-
Libby sniffled, or, she made it sound like a sniffle as she feigned interest in getting a warm drink, but what she was really doing was smelling for any sign of arousal.
It was near impossible to hide the scent of one's own titilation in the presence of a being such as her, and all she needed was a good strong whiff from one of the mortals in here, and she could get to work...and get things over with, more importantly.
Just a few 'bites'. That's all she needed.
At most a few kisses, then she could be on her merry way.
Naturally, she couldn't help her view from looking to the muscle-tower with the purple eyes in the room, and though she didn't get -much- personal satisfaction in her necessary-'hunting', she did feel a -bit- hopeful that perhaps she'd catch some aroma coming off him, specifically...
Heh, she did tend to enjoy kissing, at the very least, especially when the 'prey' was quite...visually appealing.
The short dripping-wet satyr gave him a nod of acknowledgment, since she came so close to him 'because he was close to the bar', before turning to the inn-keeper with a demure smile of contrition, "Sorry, I left a bit of a trail, could I trouble you for something warm to drink, and maybe even an extra towel if you have it? I can clean up the mess after I get just a little bit warmed up." She bent over the bar, arms crossed, again as though she were trying to get a bit warmer, but as she stood only a few feet away from the raven-haired man, she knew the slopes of her many curves would be on display.
Her peach shaped rear jutted out due to her leaning forward, and showing off the slenderness of her back next to the wideness of her hips.
A heavenly cloud hour-glass of a figure.
Silently, 'innocently', tempting him, or seeing if he -could- be tempted, before making a straight forward move.
She glanced to the man again, friendly, inviting, as though she just -knew- he had to be curious, making idle conversation for coming into the place in such a strange way, "I fell into the lake, heh, how clumsy of me, eh? You'd think I'd never travelled before."
The click-clack of feet against stone sounded of one walking just along the river's edge closest to the little township.
Cream-colored hands held out at honey spotted shoulders, in perfect balance along the rim between path and water.
Hmm...she didn't want to feed...but she was hungry.
And it would likely only be a day before she was...-too- hungry.
Damn.
Really no choice then was there?
The sweet voice box that belonged to this speckled passerby hummed in resolution and surrender, and, with a near pirouette, this lass's back was turned towards the drink and
Tiiiilt,
whiiish,
splash!!
Moments later, a ruby haired figure with arms wrapped beneath her weighty chest, looking cold and yet not shivering, passed the window to an especially forgettable inn, and walked through the door.
Libby Salude glanced around.
Her wavy maroon hair was damp and clung to the sides of her alabaster and umber speckled cheeks, making it look all the more feminine as the red outlines seemed as wine over snow-silk.
Her eyes took in the sight of each figure within the establishment.
Sniffing out for a 'reaction' in regards to her state of dress.
Her clothes dripped with pearls of water that rolled down her legs and made her clothes cling to her body. A mix between a peasant outfit and that of an adventurer...with perhaps a -bit- more skin showing than absolutely necessary, though, in her defense, she wore more clothes regularly then a lot of her ilk.
No judgment of course.
The way the off the shoulder peasant shirt clung to her developed chest almost made the white blouse blend into her moonlight bust, not leaving -the most- to the imagination as to their size and shape. Though it was hardly ever possible to hide her shape.
Her folded oval ears lost a bit of their usual 'poof' due to the drink, and as she walked towards the bar keep, her adorable tear-drop like tail wagged to shake off some of the droplets at the same time her pillow ears flapped up and down to do similar.
She was a faun.
-Apparently.-
Libby sniffled, or, she made it sound like a sniffle as she feigned interest in getting a warm drink, but what she was really doing was smelling for any sign of arousal.
It was near impossible to hide the scent of one's own titilation in the presence of a being such as her, and all she needed was a good strong whiff from one of the mortals in here, and she could get to work...and get things over with, more importantly.
Just a few 'bites'. That's all she needed.
At most a few kisses, then she could be on her merry way.
Naturally, she couldn't help her view from looking to the muscle-tower with the purple eyes in the room, and though she didn't get -much- personal satisfaction in her necessary-'hunting', she did feel a -bit- hopeful that perhaps she'd catch some aroma coming off him, specifically...
Heh, she did tend to enjoy kissing, at the very least, especially when the 'prey' was quite...visually appealing.
The short dripping-wet satyr gave him a nod of acknowledgment, since she came so close to him 'because he was close to the bar', before turning to the inn-keeper with a demure smile of contrition, "Sorry, I left a bit of a trail, could I trouble you for something warm to drink, and maybe even an extra towel if you have it? I can clean up the mess after I get just a little bit warmed up." She bent over the bar, arms crossed, again as though she were trying to get a bit warmer, but as she stood only a few feet away from the raven-haired man, she knew the slopes of her many curves would be on display.
Her peach shaped rear jutted out due to her leaning forward, and showing off the slenderness of her back next to the wideness of her hips.
A heavenly cloud hour-glass of a figure.
Silently, 'innocently', tempting him, or seeing if he -could- be tempted, before making a straight forward move.
She glanced to the man again, friendly, inviting, as though she just -knew- he had to be curious, making idle conversation for coming into the place in such a strange way, "I fell into the lake, heh, how clumsy of me, eh? You'd think I'd never travelled before."
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