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[] Moms Of Misogyny []
Status - Semi Active || Avg. Word Count - 300+ || PMs, Discord, Threads || Smut Focused
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I'm a guy in his early twenties with around six years of roleplaying experience.
I've come to Blue Moon with a myriad of filthy fantasies and perverse plots that I am hoping to play out with like minded people!
If this sounds like something you're interested in than read on! Oh yeah.. I also have a huge oral fixation~
More over....
I have a lot of kinks! Most of them are pretty standard stuff, impact play, rough sex etc. which can be seen here(NSFW)! But the one's we're all here for are down below!
I'm a guy in his early twenties with around six years of roleplaying experience.
I've come to Blue Moon with a myriad of filthy fantasies and perverse plots that I am hoping to play out with like minded people!
If this sounds like something you're interested in than read on! Oh yeah.. I also have a huge oral fixation~
More over....
I have a lot of kinks! Most of them are pretty standard stuff, impact play, rough sex etc. which can be seen here(NSFW)! But the one's we're all here for are down below!
Incest: This thread is primarily dedicated to mom and son dynamics, though, there are a few other ideas I've sprinkled in if that isn't your forte.
Misogyny: I really enjoy playing misogynistic characters, moreover, I like it when your character exacerbates or even influences my character's misogynistic tendencies. Something as simple as, "Can I get you a beer or something before I suck you off?" really adds a lot to the plot for me.
Dirty Talk: This one is really important for me, its the lifeblood of smut plots in my opinion, if I wanted to just see a pair go at it, I would watch porn-- no, I like it when there is plenty of dialogue that expands the plot and characters, especially when you write your character to say slutty things. I.e "I always suck dick on the first date..." or "Next time you don't even have to ask, you can just put it in my mouth." Things like that are huge turn ons and really make or break a plot for me.
Musk: I think it is so hot when your character is turned on just by the smell of my own. It doesn't have to be anything nasty, or it can be, up to you. But it's something I'd like to include if you're into it.
Cumplay: Facials, Throatpies, Creampies, etc. I love having my character hose yours down with cum, I also really enjoy when you describe what my character's cum does for yours. Things like how it tastes, how it feels, how it smells go a long way for me.
Those are the main things I want to focus on in this thread, my kinks list in my other thread will also be included, likewise, anything you want to explore, or want to omit, feel free to let me know, I am flexible on most things!
Misogyny: I really enjoy playing misogynistic characters, moreover, I like it when your character exacerbates or even influences my character's misogynistic tendencies. Something as simple as, "Can I get you a beer or something before I suck you off?" really adds a lot to the plot for me.
Dirty Talk: This one is really important for me, its the lifeblood of smut plots in my opinion, if I wanted to just see a pair go at it, I would watch porn-- no, I like it when there is plenty of dialogue that expands the plot and characters, especially when you write your character to say slutty things. I.e "I always suck dick on the first date..." or "Next time you don't even have to ask, you can just put it in my mouth." Things like that are huge turn ons and really make or break a plot for me.
Musk: I think it is so hot when your character is turned on just by the smell of my own. It doesn't have to be anything nasty, or it can be, up to you. But it's something I'd like to include if you're into it.
Cumplay: Facials, Throatpies, Creampies, etc. I love having my character hose yours down with cum, I also really enjoy when you describe what my character's cum does for yours. Things like how it tastes, how it feels, how it smells go a long way for me.
Those are the main things I want to focus on in this thread, my kinks list in my other thread will also be included, likewise, anything you want to explore, or want to omit, feel free to let me know, I am flexible on most things!
~PLOTS~
Finally to the plots, below are some ideas I'd like to explore, but I am always open to workshopping something else if you so wish!
INCEST PLOTS
Finally to the plots, below are some ideas I'd like to explore, but I am always open to workshopping something else if you so wish!
INCEST PLOTS
Following the passing of your late husband, as Queen Regent, you were entrusted with the responsibility of overseeing the coronation of your son as he ascended to the throne. Following the ceremony, your son is crowned King. Now, the uncontested ruler of the realm, he is the most powerful man alive, albeit, a bit young and naive. As Queen Regent, and his mother, it is your duty to advise, coach, and obey your new King dutifully. (This can go a lot of ways, perhaps a sexual relationship already existed, maybe in order to keep your titles as Queen, y/c seduces her son, open to workshopping!)
Starter:
The crown gleamed in my hands, the torchlight making the gold shimmer like fire. I could feel its weight, its promise. It wasn't just an heirloom—it was power, raw and unyielding, and it was mine to claim. The faces in the grand hall blurred together, a sea of nobles and courtiers who had gathered to witness history. My history. Let them whisper their doubts, their fears. Soon, they'd kneel before a king who wouldn't flinch, who wouldn't hesitate.
"Are you ready, beloved?" My mother's voice was low and steady, her hand resting suggestively on my arm. Her tone wasn't soothing—it was sharpening, like a blade against a whetstone.
"Of course I am," I replied, glancing sideways at her. Her lips curved into a faint smile, the kind only we shared—one full of understanding. She had always been my fiercest ally, my greatest teacher. and the subject of my obsession. If my father's reign had been marked by compromise and softness, hers had been the quiet, relentless force behind the throne.
"Good," she said. "Because they'll test you, Jace. Push you. Even betray you. But a true king bends the game to his will.... and a true Queen serves her King faithfully~"
"And crushes anyone who refuses to play," I finished for her.
Her smile widened, pride gleaming in her eyes. "Exactly. Let them see the strength of our bloodline today. Let them tremble at what we'll become."
The steward's voice rang out, silencing the hall. I stepped forward, the crown heavy in my hands, not from its weight but from the significance of what it symbolized. Every step I took echoed in the silence, my boots striking the polished marble floor like a drumbeat of inevitability.
When I reached the throne, I turned to face the gathered crowd. My voice was steady and commanding as I spoke. "Today marks the beginning of a new reign. Not one of complacency, not one of weakness, but one of strength. Of unity. Of power."
I held the crown aloft for all to see before placing it atop my head. The moment it settled, I felt it—the rush of authority, the thrill of conquest not yet realized. I sank into the throne, letting the silence linger for a heartbeat, then another.
My mother stepped forward, standing just behind me, her presence a statement of its own. She placed a hand on my shoulder, her touch light but purposeful. "Long live the king," she said, her voice carrying through the hall like a bell.
"Long live the king!" the crowd echoed, though some voices were hesitant. No matter. They would fall in line soon enough.
I let the chant wash over me, a slow smile curving my lips. My reign had begun. And with my mother by my side, nothing would stand in our way.
Starter:
The crown gleamed in my hands, the torchlight making the gold shimmer like fire. I could feel its weight, its promise. It wasn't just an heirloom—it was power, raw and unyielding, and it was mine to claim. The faces in the grand hall blurred together, a sea of nobles and courtiers who had gathered to witness history. My history. Let them whisper their doubts, their fears. Soon, they'd kneel before a king who wouldn't flinch, who wouldn't hesitate.
"Are you ready, beloved?" My mother's voice was low and steady, her hand resting suggestively on my arm. Her tone wasn't soothing—it was sharpening, like a blade against a whetstone.
"Of course I am," I replied, glancing sideways at her. Her lips curved into a faint smile, the kind only we shared—one full of understanding. She had always been my fiercest ally, my greatest teacher. and the subject of my obsession. If my father's reign had been marked by compromise and softness, hers had been the quiet, relentless force behind the throne.
"Good," she said. "Because they'll test you, Jace. Push you. Even betray you. But a true king bends the game to his will.... and a true Queen serves her King faithfully~"
"And crushes anyone who refuses to play," I finished for her.
Her smile widened, pride gleaming in her eyes. "Exactly. Let them see the strength of our bloodline today. Let them tremble at what we'll become."
The steward's voice rang out, silencing the hall. I stepped forward, the crown heavy in my hands, not from its weight but from the significance of what it symbolized. Every step I took echoed in the silence, my boots striking the polished marble floor like a drumbeat of inevitability.
When I reached the throne, I turned to face the gathered crowd. My voice was steady and commanding as I spoke. "Today marks the beginning of a new reign. Not one of complacency, not one of weakness, but one of strength. Of unity. Of power."
I held the crown aloft for all to see before placing it atop my head. The moment it settled, I felt it—the rush of authority, the thrill of conquest not yet realized. I sank into the throne, letting the silence linger for a heartbeat, then another.
My mother stepped forward, standing just behind me, her presence a statement of its own. She placed a hand on my shoulder, her touch light but purposeful. "Long live the king," she said, her voice carrying through the hall like a bell.
"Long live the king!" the crowd echoed, though some voices were hesitant. No matter. They would fall in line soon enough.
I let the chant wash over me, a slow smile curving my lips. My reign had begun. And with my mother by my side, nothing would stand in our way.
Having never married, your character had been a single mother for a while now. Growing up in a rural, conservative town, she was brought up to respect men and their authority, and likewise, she instilled the belief in her son that it was his duty to be head of the household, raising him into a strong, independent young man. Finally, when he came of age, began providing income, it was time to educate him on the luxuries that came with being the 'man of the house'. (Looking for your character to play a soft power bottom in this plot.)
Your character's son was diagnosed with a rare and dangerous condition, his testicles produced far too much semen, and threatened to suffocate vital arteries in his inner thighs if the pent up cum wasn't released regularly, fearing for the worst, your character made every effort to ensure her boy was safe, sound, and drained~ What starts as dressing provocatively, quickly derails into frequent blowjobs and feverous face-fucking!
A tale of an endearing mother and perverted son! A pretty straight forward plot about a sexual relationship between mom and son behind the father's back. I want to focus on quickies, sneaking around, and teasing in this plot!
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