Mx Female Care to help me build a dark, abusive, narrative based scenario? (Switch)

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Okay! This is a bit different. I don't really have an idea, just a spark that I'm hoping we can properly lite to flame. Work out the details and whatnot. I have another request thread here which is normally the type of thing I write. I'd recommend reading it, as it still details the type of thing I'd like to write. I love dark themes. Recently however I've been wanting a slight change in role.

Wanna apologize for the lack of any kind of sense or order here. This type of craving recently came to me and I don't really have a scenario outlined for it. Just a the outline of a rough idea. I will say I prefer story over overall smut, although you pry won't be able to tell here. I'd say I'd like the ratio to be 65% story 35% smut, although I am basically entirely flexible on this.

Anyway! The idea.
I normally play narcissistic, violent, jealous, abusive and sociopathic characters. I try to give a sense that my character is faking a sense of superiority, while knowing he doesn't belong and has a fear of rejection, generally. Something about a pathetic, viscous man-children are... My favorite. Now thought I'd like to be something a little different.

As said previous, I don't have a specific idea for this, other than; I'd still like to play someone pathetic. Just a different type.

I want to play a man down on his luck, life hurting and tormenting him at every chance. A young man suffering and experiencing pure mental anguish. Maybe he's dirt poor and YC is rather well off? If we're going with college/high school age, MC could be your characters tutor or something of that nature?
Perhaps MC could be a man who's gone through a great personal loss, and YC is trying to help him through it?

Regardless what I'd really like is YC to be mean. I want to play a character too dumb to think for himself, someone who's capable of doing so but due to life being harsh, the man doesn't want to. YC, whomever she is, would be manipulating him. I think it'd be ideal to have her in a position of power over him. Manipulating him into doing...well, whatever!

Maybe YC wants to make a name for herself in the crime world and needs muscle? MC could be struggling for cash, desperate for love and would be easily swindled into doing whatever he's asked.

What am I in the mood for? It's simple. A corrupt romance, where only one side actually feels for the other. MC is only useful as long as he does what he's asked. He'll do anything he's asked.

I don't have a specific idea here; hopefully that's obvious. I'm hoping whomever this catches the eye of will be willing to work out the details with me. Start a chat and we can work out this idea!

Here's an example of my writing:

Writing example

Her body said it all to him: They were destined together. Nora was the first-class wealthy woman, from a world of class. A being of intelligence, beauty, and pure perfection was all the girl was to him. An angel was sent to lift him out of his current state of misery. Being so close to the epitome of grace, with her looking at him with the stare she had now made him feel vulnerable, Michael hadn't ever been so open with anyone. In just these past few seconds, he's been so honest about how he thinks and feels. Yet he hadn't even said anything about what he actually wanted from her. He'd only hinted vaguely.

He couldn't be honest with her; that was obvious. She hadn't been honest with him about her feelings. Why should he be honest with someone who didn't even tell him she had been engaged until her engagement party? Still, they were close. Michael's entire body had stiffened out of a sense of fear, worrying that at any moment she'd fully chastise him for simply being. Judgement filled all who'd looked at him; all these kinds of people wouldn't bother tiring their necks to look down and spit on him, normally. Yet, for some reason, his friends trusted him. They all knew next-to-nothing about him; he never spoke about himself beyond what was known just by glancing at him. They knew he was poor, a middle child; he participated in triathlons and used to swim in school. As far as he recalled, they didn't know him beyond that.

She said his name; her body, eyes, and words were soft. He'd given her an out, a way to run off if he'd overstepped any boundaries. Nora's body had slumped and relaxed. She looked so soft and gentle, like a bed he'd plunge himself into so he could take a load off. He traced her soft arm with his hand. Michael's rough, calloused hands touched Nora's smooth, unblemished skin. The difference between his coarse fingers and her soft, delicate arm was striking. Despite the hardness of his hands, his touch was gentle, full of unspoken love and care.

She asked him softly why he wanted to know if she was exclusive with her husband, a non-answer. It was obvious what they were both thinking. Michael knew she found him attractive; he knew her to be a goddess of a woman. It was clear now, based on what she'd said and how they acted when alone, that there was no one else to decide for them how to act.

Michael stood with Nora on the rooftop, hidden away from the bustle of her midnight engagement party. They were in the smokers' area, tucked behind a wall of blooming flowers, the scent of which mingled with the cool night air. The dim moonlight cast a soft glow over them, painting the sky in deep shades of indigo.

The weight of the day's events bore down on Michael, and he struggled to contain his emotions. Nora, the redheaded girl he had loved from afar, stood beside him, her presence both a comfort and a torment. She was engaged now, and her ring was a glinting reminder of their impossible shared love.

He tried to push his feelings aside, to bury them deep where they couldn't hurt him. But tonight, as they stood together in the quiet sanctuary of the rooftop, the dam broke. His chest tightened, and he fought to control his breathing, the tears threatening to spill over.

Nora's hand on his arm was a lifeline, grounding him in the midst of his turmoil. He turned to her, his eyes meeting hers, and in that moment, he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.

"I... I'm trying," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant hum of the party below.

Without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her, a desperate, tender kiss filled with all the love and longing he had kept hidden for so long. Nora responded softly, her lips meeting his in a silent acknowledgment of their shared pain.

As they pulled away, Michael's heart felt heavy with the weight of what could never be. He looked into Nora's eyes, seeing the same sorrow reflected back at him. In that fleeting moment on the rooftop, they found solace in each other's arms, knowing that their love would forever remain a secret, hidden behind the flowered wall.

He gulped hard as he looked down at her. His breath hitched, and the air felt unsteady, as he didn't know how much of this feeling would remain shared. Mike's gaze shifted softly as he now looked down at her.

"I... need to taste you," he said, before slowly kneeling down in front of her. He had gotten a taste of her already; her soft, warm mouth welcomed him perfectly. They were made for each other; he knew it. All he wanted to do was make sure she knew it by pleasing her like the woman she was.

Michael no longer cared if she was exclusive, she was too sweet to be alone with just one man. His eyes said it all, he loved nothing more in this world than her. She was everything to him, despite them only ever arguing and her apparently finding a place elsewhere. He'd settle for just being her unwanted affair, a secret behind a romantic decoration. No one but him would know the secret behind the flower wall, just as he'd rather have no one but her. She wanted to please him with his mouth, as her presence often pleased him.

They'd kissed once or twice due to drunken games. Michael always believed it contained more between them. Granted, she was a rich girl with quite a social network, yet he truly believed them to be destined lovers. Now he was nearly begging to give her oral at another man's engagement. Whatever they had all known about Michael, nothing would've prepared any of them for this. Only someone who would've imagined Mike in a situation like this could have believed it in his mind anyway.

Hopefully this helped someone else envision anything similar to what I'm trying to suggest here, and we can chat ooc about the actual gosh darn specifics. Bleh

 

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