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siir3n
Meteorite
- Joined
- Mar 13, 2024
- Location
- Texas, USA
Hi, I’m a 26yr old male. I don’t care what gender you are or if you have one. I’d like someone around my age, just so we have something in common.
I like to befriend my partners and talk about our characters.
I don’t write anything less than 500 words, and I like things well written. I really just want something with a really good plot, romance and some kink stuff intertwined.
Here is an example of my writing:
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The clatter of droplets traveling well worn paths in the stone, then plopping into nothingness, echoed thrice-fold. A cool breeze, the scent of algae. A leafy plant brushed against exposed skin. A gaze, the color of a newly broken sun on the horizon, met its twin in the sky. Dazed, it lingered about with little return on investment, tilting, rocking with dizziness like a shifting boat on the waves.
Lapping at the seams, the shallow water kept his hair, clothes, and boots wet. When he raised an arm, it dripped cold water downward to his armpit. His other slid back to take hold in the substrate. "Ah!" Lupin exclaimed with a harsh wince. What hurt? Well, what didn't hurt? Scrapes, bruises, all things visible on his forearms in the breadth of his own sight. Not a second later, the Prince lurched forward with puffed cheeks and expelled more water than a freshly dug well, all of which had taken up a hefty residence in his lungs and respitory system.
He rolled over, arm cradling the front of his bulky, iron chestpiece. The clattering of armor echoed heftily, drawing his gaze forward to the cavern afront. He crawled with a hand outward, only for his arm to buckle and slip forward, leaving him to collapse forward into the water with a harsh grunt. The water flooded his nose. He coughed as he raised up once more, roiling back over onto his back. His arms were terribly weak. And thus, all his stamina had left him. He was starving and cold.
Lupin laid still for what felt like hours longer, breathing shallowly with pinched eyebrows. His thoughts all seemed to drift to his own demise, yet similarly, his necessity to survive. He recalled his leg being swept by a black, spurred boot, and a sword held high above. He'd taken his hand to his face, a still tender scar where his eye had been blinded months before. He must have lost all reason upon seeing the blade in such posture.
The Prince stared above, seeing no sign of the cliff he'd fallen from. He must have drifted downriver, memories of the harsh rapids he'd deposited into, were given way into the gentle stream he had now found himself in. How long ago was that? How did he even survive it? Alas, he needed to move or he truly would have had his survival for naut.
"Get up." The Prince scolded himself with a broken voice. The echo returned it thrice.
"Get up."
Lupin rocked forward, an immense splash of water tossing from his body in every direction. At once, he came to his feet, only for a loud crack, an agonized cry of pain, and the sound of him taking to his knee once more. The Prince cried out between pants, his shaking hands floating over his obviously very broken leg. His body began to shake, the realization of his own mortality taking the heft of his stamina with it. "Fuck!" Lupin slammed his hand down into the water beside him. His voice rolled thrice. He'd gone over a cliff. He didn't know where he was. He could hardly walk.
Yet. He promised.
Lupin came to his feet with balled fists. Every limped step, he groaned through his teeth. He reached the opposite side of the shallow river, then stumbled, coming up onto land. Every moment was another exclamation, yet he kept moving despite darkness encircling his vision. For damned miles, he trudged on that broken leg. He'd stop only for night, passing out in the grass without warmth, aside from the wrappings of his cloak. He ate sorrel and acorns, as he hadn't energy to spare to forrage. Yet starvation was beginning to drive him mad. His stomach cramped, ached, his hands shook like dried bones in the desert winds. He knew if he didn't get something substantial, he'd collapse soon. He drank the water of the river he followed, the liquid clean enough as it trailed.
The Prince encountered a wolf on the bank, scraggly and scarred as him, tearing away at a deer carcass. He limped forward, using his sword as a cane.
Their eyes met. Both starving, willing to do absolutely anything for that meat. However, Lupin was a bit more desperate. He stumbled forward, his sword in both hands as he took a broad swing at the wolf. The animal yelped, taking off between the trees. The Prince fell beside the carcass with a hiss through his teeth. His stomach ached like a wrung towel, the feeling of his insides eating themselves just for any nutrients. Anything to make the pain stop, he decided. Saliva pooled on his tongue. Fuck, nothing was less appetizing. Yet before he knew it, he was biting into raw, maggot filled deer flesh. He gagged, yet kept going. He tore off pieces with his teeth, swallowing without chewing. Gods, he ate so much of it, drowning it all with the river water he'd collected. He could feel the maggots on his tongue. He panted as his saliva pooled more and more, a gag coming up with the contents of his stomach. He swallowed back, consuming more. He had to, he couldn't lose it.
For the Promise.
The Prince butchered a leg of the deer, using its leather, and bone to make a makeshift splint for his broken leg. All the whilst trying to cope with the sickly gurgle of his stomach, begging him to purge what his body knew was bad. He ignored it, the pale palour of his skin combined with sweat trickling off his cheeks. He kept on, leaning on the hilt of his sword. He had to find a horse, a settlement, or someone to tell him where he was. He walked until the fluttering sun took nest on the far mountains, from its perch above. Not because he was keen to stop.
"Hhrk." Lupin fell forward onto his palms and knees, retching into the grass. He refused to let it come up. However, he could do little other than lie down. He balled his cloak up to lie his head on, the dusk light layering over him. He trembled violently, sweat dripping off his face with fever. He slid his hand beneath his chestplate, touching his belly. It roiled and churned in ways he was unaware it could, the audible slurring gurgles and the feeling of his guts shifting around toxic meat beneath his fingers. Yet he thought, how tragic he wasn't in bed with Lachlan. Yet comforted himself by stroking circles atop his highly angered guts. He imagined it was Lachlan's hand taking his pain away. Large, warm palms covering his entire middle.
He drifted off to sleep with this ideal in mind. His vivid daydream took to a vivid nighttime one.
When he awoke, he was violently ill. Keeping it inside was a mistake. He'd barely been able to crawl to the river to dip his palms in for a sip of water. All of which was vomited up immediately. He trembled, curling up on himself beneath the drape of his cloak. He wrapped both arms around his belly, panting. He was starving, so hungry. He'd have been lying if he hadn't considered sawing off a limb just to have something in his stomach that wasn't rotten.
"Are you alright?" A young woman's voice chirped from behind, heavily accented.
Lupin's eyes shot wide, a fury of fire within his golden gaze that seered as he sharply turned his head, drawing his sword and taking to his feet in animalistic instinct. His leg tottered, his sword sinking rapidly as he replaced a hand on his gut. However, he refused to take his eyes off of her.
An apple fell from her basket, sat daintily atop her pale forearm. She seemed unfazed yet concerned. Lupin fell to his knees, crawling forward. He took the apple in both hands, his sword discarded beside him. He bit into the fruit aggressively, rapidly gnawing into it as juice leaked between his fingers. He panted, his shoulders taut. "Gods." She gasped, her basket slowly settling into the grass as she kneeled in front of him. Her light blue dress pooled at her crouched ankles. She took in his state with pity. He ate the entire thing, core and all, in a mere moment. His stomach growled loudly, the Prince wrapping an arm around it with a wince. "Do you need more?" She asked with a tilted head, her pale, wavy blonde locks sliding over her shoulder. Lupin glanced up to meet her green eyes. He grimaced. He wanted to be suspicious, to pin her with his sword and call her the enemy, yet his mind was so clouded by hunger. She reached into her basket and rummaged through the items inside. A small book, charcoals, food wrapped in a cloth, fruit, and a jar of milk. A picnic, he supposed. She took the cloth wrapped item, opening it up to reveal a meat filled sandwich. Lupin snatched it with little tact, scarfing it down desperately. He must have looked less like a Prince and more akin to the wolf at the carcass. However, she merely studied him with intensity. "Where are we?" Lupin asked with his mouth full, also uncharacteristic behavior. "Linden." She chirped mildly. She did not ask why he was lost. However she did notice his wounds. "Your wounds will fester if you keep them uncovered." She reached out to touch him, and Lupin reacted very harshly. He shoved her hand away. "Where can I find a horse?"
"Not Linden." She answered, mild despite the reaction. She went for his arm a second time anyway, taking it from him, knowing he hadn't the strength to fight. She forced him back with surprising strength. He toppled onto his back. The Prince snatched his sword, taking the blade to her neck. She did not flinch. "I am a doctor." She replied simply, her green eyes just too fucking calm. He felt uneased. "Just tell me where I can find a horse." Lupin growled out. "I said, not Linden. You can't go any further than that anyway on that leg." She rolled her eyes. His stomach cramped. Lupin furrowed his brows. "I have come many miles already, just fucking-.."
"Any you will go no more. You'll die otherwise." She sighed. "I'm Mareese. My house is only a ways away. If you let me treat you, I'll take you to the stables in the next town over." She spoke between poking and prodding at him. Lupin's eyes fluttered. Gods, he suddenly felt as though the world was swaying. His vision frayed at the edges, darkening rapidly. "Hey, mysterious man?" Mareese prodded, seeing Lupin's eyes began to roll back. "Hey? Hey! Stay awake." She moved closer, grasping his shoulders. However.
He was already in the void. His mind somewhere closer to Lachlan and further from the war.
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I have a stomach kink. This is my main kink.
Stomachaches
Overeating to the point of discomfort or bloating within normal range
Bloating within normal range
Hunger
Stomach growling and sounds
Touching, kissing, rubbing of the abdomen
Belly Bulge
Eating inedible things
Mpreg
Tentacles
Oviposition
Feederism
Fat Kink
Vore
Scat
Watersports
other things just ask.
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