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Planetoid
- Joined
- Dec 13, 2021
The Give And Take:
Public Thread
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- 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.
- 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 the custom kinks/limits before messaging me.)
Plot nuggets: (Open to other ideas!!)
Bar Hopping Hunts–
What happens when the carnally starved hunts among those drowning their sorrows in booze, and set her sights on a inebriated brawny beauty, only to discover that her 'prey's' appetite is far deeper that her own hellish stomach.
Remembered Love–
Fantasy setting, D&D esque
MC lives her life as a succubus, needing to siphon people sexually of their energy, she doesn't want to, she -has- to, but what else is she gonna do?
She ventures through the world, going from place to place, avoiding hunters and mercenaries, and her faun disguise helps her out greatly, until one day, she's sniffed out and captured...by her...childhood love?
In the past, MC and YC had wonderful puppy love, back before her 'urges' came in, when everyone just thought she was a satyr, it was as close to bliss as possible...until she hit puberty and some bullies enacted her 'abilities', chasing her down to the point she got so scared that her wings and tail and fangs sprang out.
She didn't hurt them, but the sight of a demon was enough to scare them off...but then it was too late, her identity was discovered by someone at the grove, and her father needed to whisk her away for her own safety.
Now, years later, that very same love has found her, but...YC still holds a torch for MC, and while she's alarmed and worried, she is also delighted to have the 'one that got away', even if she is adorably hesitant and YC needs to be a bit, insistent, at first, for awhile.
Fantastically Modern Office–
Races of dungeons and dragons plopped into a corporate world. Modern day holding down the fantasy to mundanity, though, perhaps not as much as usual what with a freshly hired succubus secretary, and her hunger and natural pheromones makes daily life very...interesting.
Pent Up Hellion-
What happens when a succubus tires to deny her own libido? To force herself into a normal life and normal circumstances?
It doesn't last.
Especially when someone discovers her true self and is insistent on making sure she is feed.
The Party's Demon-
The group of adventurers is freshly formed.
Secretly, among their ranks, the faun is more than she seems. How can she keep her secret when her hunger flares and the chemistry with a fellow party member overcomes?
Bar Hopping Hunts–
What happens when the carnally starved hunts among those drowning their sorrows in booze, and set her sights on a inebriated brawny beauty, only to discover that her 'prey's' appetite is far deeper that her own hellish stomach.
Remembered Love–
Fantasy setting, D&D esque
MC lives her life as a succubus, needing to siphon people sexually of their energy, she doesn't want to, she -has- to, but what else is she gonna do?
She ventures through the world, going from place to place, avoiding hunters and mercenaries, and her faun disguise helps her out greatly, until one day, she's sniffed out and captured...by her...childhood love?
In the past, MC and YC had wonderful puppy love, back before her 'urges' came in, when everyone just thought she was a satyr, it was as close to bliss as possible...until she hit puberty and some bullies enacted her 'abilities', chasing her down to the point she got so scared that her wings and tail and fangs sprang out.
She didn't hurt them, but the sight of a demon was enough to scare them off...but then it was too late, her identity was discovered by someone at the grove, and her father needed to whisk her away for her own safety.
Now, years later, that very same love has found her, but...YC still holds a torch for MC, and while she's alarmed and worried, she is also delighted to have the 'one that got away', even if she is adorably hesitant and YC needs to be a bit, insistent, at first, for awhile.
Fantastically Modern Office–
Races of dungeons and dragons plopped into a corporate world. Modern day holding down the fantasy to mundanity, though, perhaps not as much as usual what with a freshly hired succubus secretary, and her hunger and natural pheromones makes daily life very...interesting.
Pent Up Hellion-
What happens when a succubus tires to deny her own libido? To force herself into a normal life and normal circumstances?
It doesn't last.
Especially when someone discovers her true self and is insistent on making sure she is feed.
The Party's Demon-
The group of adventurers is freshly formed.
Secretly, among their ranks, the faun is more than she seems. How can she keep her secret when her hunger flares and the chemistry with a fellow party member overcomes?
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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