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Lilium97
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- Dec 15, 2024
Hey there! I've been looking to try out some other RPs lately. I just wanna see if anyone would actually be interested. Before getting into anything, I'll share some writing samples, maybe you'd be interested then!
Okay! If you've looked at my samples and you're interested, let's get into the other details! First off, I want to play my OC, Lilium. HERE is what she looks like. This is who I will be playing in our RPs. So, if you want to RP against her, well, hit me up. If you don't have a character in mind, here are a couple of characters that I personally love that maybe you would be interested in playing against her:
Ozai, from Avatar the Last Airbender
Swain, from League of Legends
Dracula, from Castlevania
Anyway, any of these can be played in a modern setting. Some plots I would like to try out in this setting, where your character would be the person on the left hand side:
- Professor x Student
- Step brother/father x step sister/daughter (I don't mind trying out non step siblings/parents either, let me know if you wanna try.)
- Vampire x Human
Those are the three I personally wanna try buuuut if you have something you wanna do, let me know. I usually do fandoms, so throw your ideas at me and we can discuss things.
Now a couple of rules:
- I tend to write from 500 - 1000 words. You don't have to, but please give me at least enough to work with.
- I don't have many limits. But things I DO NOT WANT TO RP: Non con, harems, basically anything rapey. I personally loooove romance and that's what I'm looking for, I like it when it goes hand in hand with the smut. I don't want my OC to just be some sex toy, I want your character to actually like and care for her! And to want only her, not five other women! But besides this, I'm willing to try anything with you, kink wise or not! I'm a hopeless romantic so if you don't want this, maybe I'm not the person you'd like to RP with xD And that's okay!
- My OC is usually quite submissive and elegant. She enjoys things like giving oral, praise, rough sex and multiple orgasms. She really enjoys swallowing her lover's cum, and having it all over her. So I guess those are some kinks I personally like, if you're interested, maybe you'd like to RP against her. Send me your kinks if you want and we can discuss them. Like I said most things don't bother me but I really want actual feelings and care and loyalty to my OC. That's really all I ask.
Umm yeah shoot me a private message if you're interested in roleplaying against my OC and we can work something out!
EDIT: I decided to just add a kink list here so people can get a general idea!
The streets of Hell had never been quiet, but after the events of the past year, they seemed a little less chaotic - at least in this part of town. Charlie Morningstar strolled through the twisting, cracked streets of Pentagram City, her heels clicking against the uneven cobblestone. The air hung heavy with sulfur and smoke, tinged with the faint metallic tang of spilled blood. Neon signs flickered in and out of existence above grimy buildings, their gaudy colors casting eerie reflections on the slick pavement. A cacophony of distant screams, gunshots, and maniacal laughter wove together into a dissonant symphony that was as much a part of Hell as its scorching heat.
Still, Charlie smiled, undeterred by the bleak surroundings. Her golden hair glowed faintly even under the harsh, artificial lights, a stark contrast to the eternal gloom around her. The rebuilt Hazbin Hotel now stood tall in the distance, its once-crumbling facade restored to its former glory - no, better. It was a symbol of hope, however faint, in a place that had none. And Charlie, as always, was determined to find anyone willing to take a chance on that hope.
"Just one," she murmured to herself, her crimson eyes scanning the streets. "There has to be someone."
She'd taken to wandering the city more often these days, looking for anyone who might be willing to give redemption a try. Not everyone was open to the idea, of course. Most demons laughed in her face, some hurled insults or worse, and many simply ignored her. But every now and then, she'd meet someone - a lost soul clinging to the faintest shred of humanity or a demon tired of the endless cycle of sin and suffering. Those moments made all the rejection worth it.
As she turned down a shadowy alley, the smell of desperation hit her like a brick wall. This part of the city was darker, quieter - though not in a peaceful way. The shadows seemed to shift and writhe of their own accord, and the flickering light of a single, malfunctioning streetlamp barely pierced the gloom.
It was here that she heard the voices.
"Hand it over, now, or we'll make you wish you'd stayed in the living world."
Charlie froze, her eyes narrowing as she pinpointed the source of the commotion. Two demons - typical lower-rank types with distorted features and oily black skin - were cornering a man against a crumbling wall. The victim stood out immediately. While most souls in Hell bore obvious signs of their infernal transformation, this one looked… different.
He was tall and slim, with messy dark hair that fell into his eyes. His features were sharp, almost painfully human, and his eyes - a striking shade of blue, clear and piercing- seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. He clutched a worn leather satchel to his chest as the demons closed in, sneering and leering with razor-sharp teeth.
"Come on, pretty boy," one of them hissed, its clawed hand darting out to grab the satchel.
The man flinched but held firm, his jaw tightening as he tried to back away.
Charlie's blood boiled. Without a second thought, she darted forward, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement as she closed the distance.
"Hey!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the alley like a clap of thunder.
The demons turned, their eyes narrowing at the sight of her. For a moment, they seemed to hesitate, recognizing the princess of Hell. But then, as if emboldened by their numbers, they sneered.
"Look who it is," the larger of the two growled, its voice dripping with mockery. "The little princess herself. What, you gonna sing us to death?"
Charlie planted her hands on her hips, her crimson eyes blazing with fury. "Let him go," she demanded, her voice firm. "Now."
The smaller demon snickered, its forked tongue flicking out. "Or what? You gonna run crying to Daddy?"
That struck a nerve, but Charlie didn't let it show. Instead, she stepped closer, her posture radiating confidence. "Or I'll make you regret it," she said evenly.
The larger demon scoffed, baring its jagged teeth. "Big talk for someone unarmed."
Charlie smirked, tilting her head slightly. "You really want to test me?"
The air around her seemed to shimmer for a moment, a faint golden glow emanating from her as her innate power flickered to life. The demons exchanged nervous glances. They knew better than to underestimate her, even if they didn't want to admit it.
With a low growl, the larger demon spat on the ground. "This ain't worth it," it muttered, turning to leave.
The smaller one lingered for a moment, glaring at Charlie, before reluctantly following its companion. "You're lucky, human," it sneered over its shoulder. "Next time, you won't have your little princess to save you."
Charlie waited until they were out of sight before letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Turning to the man, she softened her expression, her smile warm and genuine.
"Are you okay?" she asked, stepping closer.
Charlie studied him for a moment, her curiosity piqued. There was something… unusual about him. Most souls that ended up in Hell didn't look this human, not for long. And his eyes - those beautiful, haunting eyes - seemed to hold a depth she couldn't quite place.
"You shouldn't be wandering around here alone," she said gently. "It's dangerous."
Charlie tilted her head, her smile never faltering. "What's your name? I'm Charlie. And… if you don't mind me saying, you don't seem like you belong here. But.. but I can help! We can help, that is. Me and the others at the Hazbin Hotel! Come on, follow me and we can figure it out, okay?"
As they left the alley, Charlie couldn't help but glance at the man again, wondering what had brought him to this place.
--
Lilium hummed softly to herself, the tune light and whimsical, as she twirled a strand of her long, silvery hair around her finger. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the cracked streets of Hell, a sound that seemed to echo in the eerie silence of the dimly lit alleys. Things had changed drastically since Adam's fall. The chaos had shifted into something more... unrestrained, and for Lilium, it was utterly intoxicating.
Life in Hell had always been a carnival of torment and absurdity, but now, it was as though the demons felt invincible. Their victory over Heaven had made them reckless, their caution abandoned in the wake of their triumph. For Lilium, this was nothing short of a gift.
Blood was easier to find, easier to drain. Easier to savor.
She licked her lips at the thought, a smirk curling her red-painted mouth. The intoxicating rush of power she felt coursing through her veins after each feeding was unparalleled. It was as though she could crush the entire underworld beneath her heel if she desired.
As she strolled along, a piercing scream shattered the stillness. Lilium's silver eyes flicked in the direction of the sound, her lips parting in a delighted gasp. "Oh, how delightful," she murmured, her steps quickening.
Turning a corner, she found the source of the commotion. A woman cowered against the side of a crumbling building, tears streaking her soot-stained face as a towering, brutish demon loomed over her. He sneered, his jagged teeth glinting in the faint glow of the streetlamps.
Lilium tilted her head, observing the scene with detached amusement. It wasn't an uncommon sight- Hell wasn't exactly known for chivalry. But something about the way the demon towered over the woman, his cruel laughter echoing in the air, made her chest tighten. A flicker of something old, something human, stirred within her.
"How unfortunate for you," Lilium said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she stepped forward.
The demon turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight of her. At first, he looked annoyed, but that expression quickly melted into fear. The corners of Lilium's mouth quirked up into a sweet, saccharine smile, but her gaze was anything but kind.
"Now, now," she cooed, her tone almost playful, "there's no need for such hostility. But..." Her smile widened, revealing a glint of fang. "I'm feeling rather parched."
Before the demon could react, Lilium was on him, her movements a blur. Her fangs sank into his neck, and his scream was cut short. His blood was bitter, tainted with cruelty and despair, but she drank deeply nonetheless. The woman fled, her frantic footsteps fading into the distance, but Lilium barely noticed.
When she was finished, she let the lifeless body crumple to the ground, wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand. "Weak," she muttered with disdain, stepping over the corpse as though it were little more than trash.
The night air felt cooler as she made her way back to the Hazbin Hotel, her appetite sated for the moment.
Inside, the hotel was its usual chaotic self, the mismatched décor somehow managing to be both gaudy and charming. Lilium lounged elegantly on one of the plush couches, crossing her legs as she leaned back. She wasn't one for idle chatter, but her attention snapped to the door when a familiar figure entered.
The Radio Demon himself, Alastor, strode in, his ever-present grin as unnerving as it was captivating. Lilium's lips curved into a smile that matched his in sweetness, though hers was far more genuine.
"Alastor~," she sang, her voice dripping with honeyed delight. "What a pleasure. And what are you up to today?"
Her tone was casual, but her gaze lingered on him, studying every twitch of his smile, every shift in his stance. Alastor was a puzzle she couldn't help but want to unravel. Dangerous, enigmatic, and oh, so intriguing.
Still, Charlie smiled, undeterred by the bleak surroundings. Her golden hair glowed faintly even under the harsh, artificial lights, a stark contrast to the eternal gloom around her. The rebuilt Hazbin Hotel now stood tall in the distance, its once-crumbling facade restored to its former glory - no, better. It was a symbol of hope, however faint, in a place that had none. And Charlie, as always, was determined to find anyone willing to take a chance on that hope.
"Just one," she murmured to herself, her crimson eyes scanning the streets. "There has to be someone."
She'd taken to wandering the city more often these days, looking for anyone who might be willing to give redemption a try. Not everyone was open to the idea, of course. Most demons laughed in her face, some hurled insults or worse, and many simply ignored her. But every now and then, she'd meet someone - a lost soul clinging to the faintest shred of humanity or a demon tired of the endless cycle of sin and suffering. Those moments made all the rejection worth it.
As she turned down a shadowy alley, the smell of desperation hit her like a brick wall. This part of the city was darker, quieter - though not in a peaceful way. The shadows seemed to shift and writhe of their own accord, and the flickering light of a single, malfunctioning streetlamp barely pierced the gloom.
It was here that she heard the voices.
"Hand it over, now, or we'll make you wish you'd stayed in the living world."
Charlie froze, her eyes narrowing as she pinpointed the source of the commotion. Two demons - typical lower-rank types with distorted features and oily black skin - were cornering a man against a crumbling wall. The victim stood out immediately. While most souls in Hell bore obvious signs of their infernal transformation, this one looked… different.
He was tall and slim, with messy dark hair that fell into his eyes. His features were sharp, almost painfully human, and his eyes - a striking shade of blue, clear and piercing- seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. He clutched a worn leather satchel to his chest as the demons closed in, sneering and leering with razor-sharp teeth.
"Come on, pretty boy," one of them hissed, its clawed hand darting out to grab the satchel.
The man flinched but held firm, his jaw tightening as he tried to back away.
Charlie's blood boiled. Without a second thought, she darted forward, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement as she closed the distance.
"Hey!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the alley like a clap of thunder.
The demons turned, their eyes narrowing at the sight of her. For a moment, they seemed to hesitate, recognizing the princess of Hell. But then, as if emboldened by their numbers, they sneered.
"Look who it is," the larger of the two growled, its voice dripping with mockery. "The little princess herself. What, you gonna sing us to death?"
Charlie planted her hands on her hips, her crimson eyes blazing with fury. "Let him go," she demanded, her voice firm. "Now."
The smaller demon snickered, its forked tongue flicking out. "Or what? You gonna run crying to Daddy?"
That struck a nerve, but Charlie didn't let it show. Instead, she stepped closer, her posture radiating confidence. "Or I'll make you regret it," she said evenly.
The larger demon scoffed, baring its jagged teeth. "Big talk for someone unarmed."
Charlie smirked, tilting her head slightly. "You really want to test me?"
The air around her seemed to shimmer for a moment, a faint golden glow emanating from her as her innate power flickered to life. The demons exchanged nervous glances. They knew better than to underestimate her, even if they didn't want to admit it.
With a low growl, the larger demon spat on the ground. "This ain't worth it," it muttered, turning to leave.
The smaller one lingered for a moment, glaring at Charlie, before reluctantly following its companion. "You're lucky, human," it sneered over its shoulder. "Next time, you won't have your little princess to save you."
Charlie waited until they were out of sight before letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Turning to the man, she softened her expression, her smile warm and genuine.
"Are you okay?" she asked, stepping closer.
Charlie studied him for a moment, her curiosity piqued. There was something… unusual about him. Most souls that ended up in Hell didn't look this human, not for long. And his eyes - those beautiful, haunting eyes - seemed to hold a depth she couldn't quite place.
"You shouldn't be wandering around here alone," she said gently. "It's dangerous."
Charlie tilted her head, her smile never faltering. "What's your name? I'm Charlie. And… if you don't mind me saying, you don't seem like you belong here. But.. but I can help! We can help, that is. Me and the others at the Hazbin Hotel! Come on, follow me and we can figure it out, okay?"
As they left the alley, Charlie couldn't help but glance at the man again, wondering what had brought him to this place.
--
Lilium hummed softly to herself, the tune light and whimsical, as she twirled a strand of her long, silvery hair around her finger. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the cracked streets of Hell, a sound that seemed to echo in the eerie silence of the dimly lit alleys. Things had changed drastically since Adam's fall. The chaos had shifted into something more... unrestrained, and for Lilium, it was utterly intoxicating.
Life in Hell had always been a carnival of torment and absurdity, but now, it was as though the demons felt invincible. Their victory over Heaven had made them reckless, their caution abandoned in the wake of their triumph. For Lilium, this was nothing short of a gift.
Blood was easier to find, easier to drain. Easier to savor.
She licked her lips at the thought, a smirk curling her red-painted mouth. The intoxicating rush of power she felt coursing through her veins after each feeding was unparalleled. It was as though she could crush the entire underworld beneath her heel if she desired.
As she strolled along, a piercing scream shattered the stillness. Lilium's silver eyes flicked in the direction of the sound, her lips parting in a delighted gasp. "Oh, how delightful," she murmured, her steps quickening.
Turning a corner, she found the source of the commotion. A woman cowered against the side of a crumbling building, tears streaking her soot-stained face as a towering, brutish demon loomed over her. He sneered, his jagged teeth glinting in the faint glow of the streetlamps.
Lilium tilted her head, observing the scene with detached amusement. It wasn't an uncommon sight- Hell wasn't exactly known for chivalry. But something about the way the demon towered over the woman, his cruel laughter echoing in the air, made her chest tighten. A flicker of something old, something human, stirred within her.
"How unfortunate for you," Lilium said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she stepped forward.
The demon turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight of her. At first, he looked annoyed, but that expression quickly melted into fear. The corners of Lilium's mouth quirked up into a sweet, saccharine smile, but her gaze was anything but kind.
"Now, now," she cooed, her tone almost playful, "there's no need for such hostility. But..." Her smile widened, revealing a glint of fang. "I'm feeling rather parched."
Before the demon could react, Lilium was on him, her movements a blur. Her fangs sank into his neck, and his scream was cut short. His blood was bitter, tainted with cruelty and despair, but she drank deeply nonetheless. The woman fled, her frantic footsteps fading into the distance, but Lilium barely noticed.
When she was finished, she let the lifeless body crumple to the ground, wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand. "Weak," she muttered with disdain, stepping over the corpse as though it were little more than trash.
The night air felt cooler as she made her way back to the Hazbin Hotel, her appetite sated for the moment.
Inside, the hotel was its usual chaotic self, the mismatched décor somehow managing to be both gaudy and charming. Lilium lounged elegantly on one of the plush couches, crossing her legs as she leaned back. She wasn't one for idle chatter, but her attention snapped to the door when a familiar figure entered.
The Radio Demon himself, Alastor, strode in, his ever-present grin as unnerving as it was captivating. Lilium's lips curved into a smile that matched his in sweetness, though hers was far more genuine.
"Alastor~," she sang, her voice dripping with honeyed delight. "What a pleasure. And what are you up to today?"
Her tone was casual, but her gaze lingered on him, studying every twitch of his smile, every shift in his stance. Alastor was a puzzle she couldn't help but want to unravel. Dangerous, enigmatic, and oh, so intriguing.
Lilium delicately swept her long, silvery hair over her shoulder, her piercing silver eyes following the Fire Nation admirals and captains as they filed out of the meeting room, their posture tense and their whispers hushed. The room grew quieter, save for the faint crackle of the brazier's flames.
"To think my flag officers are so incompetent that my daughter must advance the front herself," Fire Lord Ozai remarked, his voice sharp with disdain as he remained seated, radiating authority.
Lilium turned her head slightly, a faint smile curving her crimson lips. "Fire Lord Ozai, it truly is unfortunate that they fail to meet your expectations. But, in comparison to you and the royal family… well, finding anyone of equal brilliance is no small feat," she said, her voice a silken blend of flattery and truth.
It wasn't an exaggeration. Ozai, Azula, and the royal lineage embodied an almost divine strength and cunning. Even as a waterbender—a foreigner among their ranks—Lilium had witnessed firsthand the power they wielded with ruthless precision. It was a strength she both admired and feared.
Yet, admiration was only part of her fascination.
Her gaze lingered on him, her thoughts flickering like the firelight dancing on his royal outfit. He was commanding, undeniably attractive, and exuded a power that drew her like a moth to a flame. He was everything she had once dreamed of in a partner: strong, alluring, and untouchable. Most of all, he had accepted her when her own people had cast her out, granting her a place at his side—a privilege that felt both intoxicating and dangerous.
"Perhaps I could be of service," Lilium offered, her voice soft but steady. "If it pleases you, Fire Lord."
"To think my flag officers are so incompetent that my daughter must advance the front herself," Fire Lord Ozai remarked, his voice sharp with disdain as he remained seated, radiating authority.
Lilium turned her head slightly, a faint smile curving her crimson lips. "Fire Lord Ozai, it truly is unfortunate that they fail to meet your expectations. But, in comparison to you and the royal family… well, finding anyone of equal brilliance is no small feat," she said, her voice a silken blend of flattery and truth.
It wasn't an exaggeration. Ozai, Azula, and the royal lineage embodied an almost divine strength and cunning. Even as a waterbender—a foreigner among their ranks—Lilium had witnessed firsthand the power they wielded with ruthless precision. It was a strength she both admired and feared.
Yet, admiration was only part of her fascination.
Her gaze lingered on him, her thoughts flickering like the firelight dancing on his royal outfit. He was commanding, undeniably attractive, and exuded a power that drew her like a moth to a flame. He was everything she had once dreamed of in a partner: strong, alluring, and untouchable. Most of all, he had accepted her when her own people had cast her out, granting her a place at his side—a privilege that felt both intoxicating and dangerous.
"Perhaps I could be of service," Lilium offered, her voice soft but steady. "If it pleases you, Fire Lord."
Lilium wasn't the type to linger. She had her routine—a carefully curated schedule designed to minimize interaction and maximize solitude. Classes from morning straight through the afternoon, no breaks, no detours, no unnecessary distractions. She'd made it a point to slip through the halls of campus like a shadow, invisible unless forced into the light.
It wasn't that she disliked people; she simply found the effort of socializing exhausting. Her quiet demeanor, coupled with her natural shyness, often gave the impression of aloofness. Most people mistook her for cold, distant, or even unapproachable, but Lilium didn't mind. She wasn't lonely. A few close friends who understood her were enough, and they didn't pressure her into late-night outings or raucous parties. Her dorm was her sanctuary, and she liked it that way.
Or she had, until this semester.
She hadn't meant to notice him. In truth, Lilium rarely paid much attention to anyone on campus. Faces blurred together in her periphery as she moved from one building to another. But the moment she saw him, something shifted. It was in the way he carried himself—tall, imposing, with broad shoulders and an air of command that seemed to part the crowd without effort. His sharp, chiseled features were illuminated briefly by a shaft of sunlight cutting through the hallway windows, and his eyes… they were piercing, calculating, as though they saw right through her in that split-second glance.
His voice had rumbled out in low, even tones—rich and commanding. It wasn't directed at her, just part of a casual conversation with a colleague, but it lingered in her mind like the hum of a distant storm. For the first time in her life, Lilium felt her pulse quicken, a warmth rising in her chest that made her cheeks flush. She couldn't explain it, this sudden, overwhelming allure that made her heart race and her thoughts spiral into inappropriate territory.
That was how she found herself doing something wholly out of character. She willingly signed up for a night class. Jericho Swain's history class. It was an advanced elective she needed, of course, but that wasn't why she enrolled. No, she needed to see him again, to hear his voice, to feel that inexplicable pull that had left her restless and distracted for days.
It didn't take long for her to learn that Swain had a reputation. Students whispered about him in hushed tones, their opinions divided. He was either admired or loathed, with little middle ground. Too strict, some said. Too intimidating. But for Lilium, those traits only heightened his appeal. He commanded respect, and she found herself captivated by every word he spoke in lecture, hanging on his every inflection as though his voice alone carried the weight of history itself.
She poured herself into his class, determined to excel. Her notes were meticulous, her assignments polished to perfection. She didn't just want to succeed—she wanted to stand out. To impress him. To be noticed. Somewhere along the way, her efforts extended beyond academics. She began dressing more carefully for his class, taking extra time to select outfits that walked the fine line between elegance and allure. Short skirts paired with thigh-high socks, crisp blouses that hugged her form just right—each choice deliberate, though subtle enough to be excused as coincidence.
Her heart raced whenever he passed by her desk, his gaze flickering over her without pause. Did he notice? Did he see her at all? She found herself lingering on these thoughts more than she cared to admit, analyzing every small interaction for hints of acknowledgment. But Swain remained composed, enigmatic, impossible to read.
Tonight, though, she'd decided to be bold.
As the other students filed out of the classroom, their chatter fading into the corridor, Lilium stayed behind. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate. She slid her notebook and pens into her bag with a grace that belied the nervous flutter in her chest. The silence of the room pressed against her, amplifying the steady beat of her heart as the door clicked shut behind the last of her classmates.
And then, it was just the two of them.
Swain remained at the front of the room, his back to her as he gathered his own materials. His presence was magnetic even in stillness, the broad expanse of his shoulders silhouetted against the fading light streaming through the windows. Lilium swallowed hard, summoning every ounce of composure she could muster.
She rose from her seat, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor as she approached his desk. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she forced herself to appear calm, poised. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft but steady, a careful balance of curiosity and feigned indifference.
"Is this your last class of the day, sir?" she asked, her fingers tracing idle patterns against the wood of his desk. She kept her gaze fixed on him, searching his expression for any flicker of reaction.
The words felt almost insignificant, a mere excuse to prolong their interaction, but they carried more weight than she'd intended. There was a vulnerability in her question, a subtle invitation for him to share something—anything—with her. She didn't know what she expected, or even what she hoped for, but the anticipation was intoxicating.
Her heart pounded as the silence stretched between them, the seconds dragging out like an eternity. She caught herself glancing at his hands, large and steady as they moved with purpose. Everything about him seemed deliberate, calculated, and it only made her more aware of her own insecurities. Did she seem childish to him? Naïve? Or was there a chance he saw something more?
Lilium shifted her weight slightly, her skirt brushing against her thighs as she crossed her arms in a way that felt both casual and deliberate. She wasn't sure if the gesture came off as confident or awkward, but she clung to the hope that it was the former.
It wasn't that she disliked people; she simply found the effort of socializing exhausting. Her quiet demeanor, coupled with her natural shyness, often gave the impression of aloofness. Most people mistook her for cold, distant, or even unapproachable, but Lilium didn't mind. She wasn't lonely. A few close friends who understood her were enough, and they didn't pressure her into late-night outings or raucous parties. Her dorm was her sanctuary, and she liked it that way.
Or she had, until this semester.
She hadn't meant to notice him. In truth, Lilium rarely paid much attention to anyone on campus. Faces blurred together in her periphery as she moved from one building to another. But the moment she saw him, something shifted. It was in the way he carried himself—tall, imposing, with broad shoulders and an air of command that seemed to part the crowd without effort. His sharp, chiseled features were illuminated briefly by a shaft of sunlight cutting through the hallway windows, and his eyes… they were piercing, calculating, as though they saw right through her in that split-second glance.
His voice had rumbled out in low, even tones—rich and commanding. It wasn't directed at her, just part of a casual conversation with a colleague, but it lingered in her mind like the hum of a distant storm. For the first time in her life, Lilium felt her pulse quicken, a warmth rising in her chest that made her cheeks flush. She couldn't explain it, this sudden, overwhelming allure that made her heart race and her thoughts spiral into inappropriate territory.
That was how she found herself doing something wholly out of character. She willingly signed up for a night class. Jericho Swain's history class. It was an advanced elective she needed, of course, but that wasn't why she enrolled. No, she needed to see him again, to hear his voice, to feel that inexplicable pull that had left her restless and distracted for days.
It didn't take long for her to learn that Swain had a reputation. Students whispered about him in hushed tones, their opinions divided. He was either admired or loathed, with little middle ground. Too strict, some said. Too intimidating. But for Lilium, those traits only heightened his appeal. He commanded respect, and she found herself captivated by every word he spoke in lecture, hanging on his every inflection as though his voice alone carried the weight of history itself.
She poured herself into his class, determined to excel. Her notes were meticulous, her assignments polished to perfection. She didn't just want to succeed—she wanted to stand out. To impress him. To be noticed. Somewhere along the way, her efforts extended beyond academics. She began dressing more carefully for his class, taking extra time to select outfits that walked the fine line between elegance and allure. Short skirts paired with thigh-high socks, crisp blouses that hugged her form just right—each choice deliberate, though subtle enough to be excused as coincidence.
Her heart raced whenever he passed by her desk, his gaze flickering over her without pause. Did he notice? Did he see her at all? She found herself lingering on these thoughts more than she cared to admit, analyzing every small interaction for hints of acknowledgment. But Swain remained composed, enigmatic, impossible to read.
Tonight, though, she'd decided to be bold.
As the other students filed out of the classroom, their chatter fading into the corridor, Lilium stayed behind. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate. She slid her notebook and pens into her bag with a grace that belied the nervous flutter in her chest. The silence of the room pressed against her, amplifying the steady beat of her heart as the door clicked shut behind the last of her classmates.
And then, it was just the two of them.
Swain remained at the front of the room, his back to her as he gathered his own materials. His presence was magnetic even in stillness, the broad expanse of his shoulders silhouetted against the fading light streaming through the windows. Lilium swallowed hard, summoning every ounce of composure she could muster.
She rose from her seat, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor as she approached his desk. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she forced herself to appear calm, poised. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft but steady, a careful balance of curiosity and feigned indifference.
"Is this your last class of the day, sir?" she asked, her fingers tracing idle patterns against the wood of his desk. She kept her gaze fixed on him, searching his expression for any flicker of reaction.
The words felt almost insignificant, a mere excuse to prolong their interaction, but they carried more weight than she'd intended. There was a vulnerability in her question, a subtle invitation for him to share something—anything—with her. She didn't know what she expected, or even what she hoped for, but the anticipation was intoxicating.
Her heart pounded as the silence stretched between them, the seconds dragging out like an eternity. She caught herself glancing at his hands, large and steady as they moved with purpose. Everything about him seemed deliberate, calculated, and it only made her more aware of her own insecurities. Did she seem childish to him? Naïve? Or was there a chance he saw something more?
Lilium shifted her weight slightly, her skirt brushing against her thighs as she crossed her arms in a way that felt both casual and deliberate. She wasn't sure if the gesture came off as confident or awkward, but she clung to the hope that it was the former.
Okay! If you've looked at my samples and you're interested, let's get into the other details! First off, I want to play my OC, Lilium. HERE is what she looks like. This is who I will be playing in our RPs. So, if you want to RP against her, well, hit me up. If you don't have a character in mind, here are a couple of characters that I personally love that maybe you would be interested in playing against her:
Ozai, from Avatar the Last Airbender
Swain, from League of Legends
Dracula, from Castlevania
Anyway, any of these can be played in a modern setting. Some plots I would like to try out in this setting, where your character would be the person on the left hand side:
- Professor x Student
- Step brother/father x step sister/daughter (I don't mind trying out non step siblings/parents either, let me know if you wanna try.)
- Vampire x Human
Those are the three I personally wanna try buuuut if you have something you wanna do, let me know. I usually do fandoms, so throw your ideas at me and we can discuss things.
Now a couple of rules:
- I tend to write from 500 - 1000 words. You don't have to, but please give me at least enough to work with.
- I don't have many limits. But things I DO NOT WANT TO RP: Non con, harems, basically anything rapey. I personally loooove romance and that's what I'm looking for, I like it when it goes hand in hand with the smut. I don't want my OC to just be some sex toy, I want your character to actually like and care for her! And to want only her, not five other women! But besides this, I'm willing to try anything with you, kink wise or not! I'm a hopeless romantic so if you don't want this, maybe I'm not the person you'd like to RP with xD And that's okay!
- My OC is usually quite submissive and elegant. She enjoys things like giving oral, praise, rough sex and multiple orgasms. She really enjoys swallowing her lover's cum, and having it all over her. So I guess those are some kinks I personally like, if you're interested, maybe you'd like to RP against her. Send me your kinks if you want and we can discuss them. Like I said most things don't bother me but I really want actual feelings and care and loyalty to my OC. That's really all I ask.
Umm yeah shoot me a private message if you're interested in roleplaying against my OC and we can work something out!
EDIT: I decided to just add a kink list here so people can get a general idea!
Faves: Foreplay, Multiple Orgasms, Sexual Exhaustion, Teasing, Fangs (Vampires!), Large Cocks, Muscular Characters, Older Characters, Taller Characters, Vampires, Age Differences (18+), Anal, Anal Virginity, Clit Play, Vaginal Sex (Receiving), Vaginal Virginity, Giving & Receiving Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Fingers in Mouth, Throat Penetration, Cock/Ball Worship, Cock Warming, Creampie, Cum, Soft Cum Facials, Excessive Semen, Swallowing Semen, 2+ Penetration, Affection, Romance, Consensual, Dating, Scenes - Shower/Bath, Handjobs, Massages, Masturbation, Clothing Play, Clothed Sex, Socks/Stockings, Begging, Dirty Talking, Discipline, Aftercare, Blindfolds, Crying, Handcuffs, Gags, Leash and Collar, Light/Medium Bondage, Orgasm Control/Denial, Biting, Choking, Hair Pulling, Sexual Pain.
Anything else, ask me bout it. While they might not be my favorites, I won't judge you or anything like that so feel free to ask! Nothing really bothers me unless you want to do Non con with my OC. SO if you ask for something I might be down!
Anything else, ask me bout it. While they might not be my favorites, I won't judge you or anything like that so feel free to ask! Nothing really bothers me unless you want to do Non con with my OC. SO if you ask for something I might be down!
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