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This thread is still developing. If something doesn't catch your eye, come back to it later! Chances are, it's probably been updated.
LAST update: 29/6/2025, added a couple of plot pairings.
About and my general writing style...
Okay, now onto why you're really here.
Kinks and Limits
Anything that is not listed or you wouldn't think would fall into either of these lists, please ask! This will be a continuously updated list, so the more the better! \
Writing Samples
This is more for those people who want me to put my money where my mouth is. Hopefully, you can get a sense of what my writing style is like.
Plots and Pairings
The bolded words would be the character I would play. If neither is bolded, then that will be up for us to decide.
If you've made it this far, thank you for reading! I really do hope that we click and make stories together that satisfy both of us. Go on, send that first message ~
LAST update: 29/6/2025, added a couple of plot pairings.
About and my general writing style...
- I've been a roleplayer for at least a decade, spanning from games to websites like these!
- I consider myself a literate writer, while also pushing the story to keep excitement and enjoyment for my partner and I.
- I write in mostly third person perspective, though first person is not out of the question (all you gotta do is ask!)
- I can easily reply daily, though weekends may be a little bit harder to do so.
- My length of replies tend to be anywhere from 400-600 words on average. I hardly ever go below 300 words, and it's rare to see 1000+ words from my end. Both of those 'extreme' ends tend to bore me. I'm here to have fun, write a compelling story that we can both enjoy!
- In terms of smut, it's a must. I love writing sexy and steamy scenes. Whether it's finally the next-door neighbor inviting herself in or the dom manhandling the sub in the woods, I'm all for it.
- Now, substance is also preferred. 30/70 to 60/40 smut/plot ratio is what I tend to aim for. Of course, this is just a ballpark estimate. Sometimes, I like all smut, just depends!
- I can easily write both as a dominant and submissive male character, though I do have more experience writing as a dom.
- I am ghost friendly, but I do not ghost myself! Sometimes, you just don't want to continue writing, and that's fine. However, keep in mind that I will ping a couple of times before closing the thread.
- I am also open to OOC chatter. I love discussing characters and how they interact with one another and their environment. This also can lead to future ideas and planning to make sure that there isn't some weird limbo happening in the roleplay itself.
- Weekly or daily replies are preferred.
- Female characters only.
- Communication. If you'll be gone for a week, I'd love a heads up (though not required!).
- Fan of OOC chatter. We're not at work, let's let loose a little.
- Details. One liners, one paragraph, no thank you.
- (More to come if I can think of any!)
Okay, now onto why you're really here.
Kinks and Limits
- Teasing
- General roughness (Bruises, scratches, biting, slapping, things of that nature)
- Height Differences
- Age gap
- Public play
- Mild/Medium BDSM elements (collars, gags, rope)
- Oral (giving cunnilingus, receiving blowjob)
- Praising
- Nicknames
- Degrading (giving)
- Anal
- Photography/video recording
- Body worship
- Aftercare (giving)
- Realistic proportions
- Honestly, if there's a kink that could remotely fall under these vibes, it's a yes. Don't be afraid to ask!
- Unrealistic proportions
- Non-human characters (tentacles and stuff are a NO)
- Scat
- Vomit
- Watersports
- Excessive blood
- "Perfect" characters (every character is flawed in some way. Don't make them perfect.)
Writing Samples
This is more for those people who want me to put my money where my mouth is. Hopefully, you can get a sense of what my writing style is like.
Nina's movements felt robotic, almost like she was following a YouTube tutorial of some kind. Her defensive nature against his accusations didn't quite confirm his suspicions, but did make him raise a couple of metaphorical eyebrows. Even though those thoughts ran through his head, he was nearly melting into her. The cabin was silent, except for a closed door that wouldn't dare to let the natural scent of their activity escape until they were done with it. The bed would squeak every time a position changed.
He felt her dainty hand travel upwards, where eventually, she held him at the base. Electric shocks were sent down his spine when she first made contact, the kiss between the two growing even deeper as Liam took a hand and nearly ripped his pants by the force with which he took them off. His briefs came shortly after, allowing full freedom and range of motion to tug and stroke how she liked. It had been years since he felt the touch of someone, especially someone who was this gentle and tender with every stroke. It was cute...? Something that the older man wasn't used to. Either way, he welcomed this unfamiliar feeling.
Liam broke the kiss yet again, but this time, chasing after her neck. What started off as small petals of kisses against her jawline turned into using his teeth to very lightly gnaw on the side of her neck, while hot breaths followed. It was around then that his hand, that was once massaged her breast, started making its way down past her hips, and eventually placed on the inside of her upper thigh yet again. A familiar feeling, but this time, he could imagine her spot more damp, as his thumb grazed over her lips for the first time, a coating of her juices instantly being applied to his thumb.
"Well, well. Look at you all soaked." His tongue grazed the side of her neck as a final goodbye, the two locking eyes with each other's sexes in hand. Without hesitation, he brought his thumb up to his mouth and gave it a taste. "Sweet...and a little sassy." Liam winked. He couldn't tell whether Nina was either disgusted or in way too deep, which would confirm his suspicions.
His hand traveled downstairs again, this time using his pointer and middle finger as a guide to her slit and clitoris. Just how tight was she? He wanted Nina to admit that she was a virgin. Andrew knew she could never let her ego do that, but he was willing to push for it.
He felt her dainty hand travel upwards, where eventually, she held him at the base. Electric shocks were sent down his spine when she first made contact, the kiss between the two growing even deeper as Liam took a hand and nearly ripped his pants by the force with which he took them off. His briefs came shortly after, allowing full freedom and range of motion to tug and stroke how she liked. It had been years since he felt the touch of someone, especially someone who was this gentle and tender with every stroke. It was cute...? Something that the older man wasn't used to. Either way, he welcomed this unfamiliar feeling.
Liam broke the kiss yet again, but this time, chasing after her neck. What started off as small petals of kisses against her jawline turned into using his teeth to very lightly gnaw on the side of her neck, while hot breaths followed. It was around then that his hand, that was once massaged her breast, started making its way down past her hips, and eventually placed on the inside of her upper thigh yet again. A familiar feeling, but this time, he could imagine her spot more damp, as his thumb grazed over her lips for the first time, a coating of her juices instantly being applied to his thumb.
"Well, well. Look at you all soaked." His tongue grazed the side of her neck as a final goodbye, the two locking eyes with each other's sexes in hand. Without hesitation, he brought his thumb up to his mouth and gave it a taste. "Sweet...and a little sassy." Liam winked. He couldn't tell whether Nina was either disgusted or in way too deep, which would confirm his suspicions.
His hand traveled downstairs again, this time using his pointer and middle finger as a guide to her slit and clitoris. Just how tight was she? He wanted Nina to admit that she was a virgin. Andrew knew she could never let her ego do that, but he was willing to push for it.
This was a familiar feeling for Andrew. Forcing an orgasm, just because she said so. It wasn't like she wasn't enjoying the show. He could see her fondle herself and become more intense as he reached his peak. Still, she towered over him, the two looking at the mess he had made. The man was left speechless when Silke started to suck on his fingers one by one. The way her tongue would swirl, licking his hand clean, savoring the salty taste that was mixed in with the sweat. His mouth was half opened as if he were to say something, but she had already gotten on her knees.
For the first time, it was Andrew who was now staring down at Silke as she pushed and gripped his thighs as if she was telling him not to move. His cock split her face down the middle, her beaming eyes never once breaking the gaze. Her tongue licked the underside of his shaft, the feeling of his semen being replaced by more saliva made his legs tense again, and his hands were placed on either side of the edge of the bench. It was hard to find anything to grip onto once she had taken him whole. "Fuck..." His head was so sensitive from his previous orgasm, but she kept sucking as if she was wanting to force another one out of him.
She didn't need praise. She knew she was good, as evidenced by the small smirks that formed on the corner of her lips every time she went back in for another round. He felt the grips on his thighs leaving an indent, but tried his best to thrust his hips upwards, a gagging sound echoing within the steam walls. Using the hand that Silke had cleaned earlier, he placed it onto her shoulder without permission, gripping her deltoid as his legs started to shake once again.
He couldn't believe that she was going to get another orgasm out of him, let alone in this fast of time. Her technique of elgantly brushing over the head to facefucking herself, seeing his cock disappear like a magic trick would prove to send him over. It was clear that she either liked or didn't care about his taste, though his diet would suggest a milder tone rather than the intensity of battery acid.
The sound of the sauna was now filled with a mixture of slurping, gagging, and moaning, all collectively leading to another climax. It was like she was milking him, his balls fondled, his shaft stroked, until he oozed out any amount of cum that he had left in him, which admittedly wasn't a lot, but enough to fill her mouth. A hysterics of swears escaped his mouth, as the cum had been drawn out by force, though Andrew had no plans of stopping her advances. His legs shook, thrusting his upwards every second he could to try to come down from the high.
Please...Another round? Andrew was addicted.
For the first time, it was Andrew who was now staring down at Silke as she pushed and gripped his thighs as if she was telling him not to move. His cock split her face down the middle, her beaming eyes never once breaking the gaze. Her tongue licked the underside of his shaft, the feeling of his semen being replaced by more saliva made his legs tense again, and his hands were placed on either side of the edge of the bench. It was hard to find anything to grip onto once she had taken him whole. "Fuck..." His head was so sensitive from his previous orgasm, but she kept sucking as if she was wanting to force another one out of him.
She didn't need praise. She knew she was good, as evidenced by the small smirks that formed on the corner of her lips every time she went back in for another round. He felt the grips on his thighs leaving an indent, but tried his best to thrust his hips upwards, a gagging sound echoing within the steam walls. Using the hand that Silke had cleaned earlier, he placed it onto her shoulder without permission, gripping her deltoid as his legs started to shake once again.
He couldn't believe that she was going to get another orgasm out of him, let alone in this fast of time. Her technique of elgantly brushing over the head to facefucking herself, seeing his cock disappear like a magic trick would prove to send him over. It was clear that she either liked or didn't care about his taste, though his diet would suggest a milder tone rather than the intensity of battery acid.
The sound of the sauna was now filled with a mixture of slurping, gagging, and moaning, all collectively leading to another climax. It was like she was milking him, his balls fondled, his shaft stroked, until he oozed out any amount of cum that he had left in him, which admittedly wasn't a lot, but enough to fill her mouth. A hysterics of swears escaped his mouth, as the cum had been drawn out by force, though Andrew had no plans of stopping her advances. His legs shook, thrusting his upwards every second he could to try to come down from the high.
Please...Another round? Andrew was addicted.
"I didn't fucking tell you that you could breathe, did I?" Drew nearly growled down towards Sakura, who was bounded by a leather belt used as a leash with her mascara creating a rather dramatic mess. The tension in the room was only cut by the soft, winded blows of the open window, the linen curtains that gave them a reminder that any pedestrian walking by could hear the two. Perhaps, that's just what they wanted.
The older man gave a stern slap across her cheek as a wince and readjustment of her knees made Sakura eye level with Drew's delicious manhood. Her heart-shaped buns reflected perfectly off the mirror, and with a yank of the belt, Drew's shaft inched down her throat with force and eventual submission. Saliva ran out on both corners of her lips, the surface of her tongue was used as a platter for his shaft. Sakura's throat took on a vice grip, cheeks flushed not only by the previous slap, but lack of air. However, she never took her eyes off that smartphone camera that he was holding. "Fuuuck. Look who's such a pretty little slut." The devilish smile of merged on the corner of each lip before his cock unlodged from her throat, like an unsheathed sword.
"That's my pretty princess." The man yanked the belt once more as he instructed Sakura to perch up so that Drew's other hand could squeeze her red hot cheeks that eventually slid down to her throat. Meanwhile, Sakura was still catching her breath, spit and tears collided with one another as it covered her petite, but plump breasts that had now smeared the word "slut." written in marker.
Click.
Drew backed up slightly onto the bed, his phone being filled with new images of his sub by the second. Earlier in the day, it was a beautiful picture of a local cafe as she posed with a black coffee. Now, it was an image of his sex splitting her face down the middle while his hands were full of her auburn hair. If this were signs to come, the two would be overnight sensations.
The older man gave a stern slap across her cheek as a wince and readjustment of her knees made Sakura eye level with Drew's delicious manhood. Her heart-shaped buns reflected perfectly off the mirror, and with a yank of the belt, Drew's shaft inched down her throat with force and eventual submission. Saliva ran out on both corners of her lips, the surface of her tongue was used as a platter for his shaft. Sakura's throat took on a vice grip, cheeks flushed not only by the previous slap, but lack of air. However, she never took her eyes off that smartphone camera that he was holding. "Fuuuck. Look who's such a pretty little slut." The devilish smile of merged on the corner of each lip before his cock unlodged from her throat, like an unsheathed sword.
"That's my pretty princess." The man yanked the belt once more as he instructed Sakura to perch up so that Drew's other hand could squeeze her red hot cheeks that eventually slid down to her throat. Meanwhile, Sakura was still catching her breath, spit and tears collided with one another as it covered her petite, but plump breasts that had now smeared the word "slut." written in marker.
Click.
Drew backed up slightly onto the bed, his phone being filled with new images of his sub by the second. Earlier in the day, it was a beautiful picture of a local cafe as she posed with a black coffee. Now, it was an image of his sex splitting her face down the middle while his hands were full of her auburn hair. If this were signs to come, the two would be overnight sensations.
With a house so big, he got the chills to hear how quiet things got. A couple of dishes filled the sink, and then he heard rustling plastic bags and small aromas of food trickling down the hallway. Andrew hadn't had a chance to eat, Late night meant one of two things: fast food or chinese take out. The man was half paying attention to the sound of a basketball swishing through the net every few seconds and scrolling on delivery apps like a brain-rotted child would when he heard a couple of aluminum cans clicking together. The noise grew louder, and in front was Holly, still dressed in her short skirt with the plethora of accessories.
Andrew sat up almost immediately, though he didn't get out of the comfort of the chair. She looked so different than he remembers, yet the softness of her voice and those eyes, those god damn doe eyes were unforgettable. "Oh...Hi, Holly. I was just about to order food...Are you hungry?" He pinched his outdated smartphone between two fingers almost like an offering to share a meal with him, something that they both used to do quite often in the Lincoln Building of Fine Arts when they had classes together.
The Carter incident is what broke up their friendship in the first place, but with how she is dressed, dyed hair, and jewelry, he could tell that things had ended, unless there was another person besides Carter. It was obvious that Andrew had the hots for Holly, though with both of their awkwardness at that phase in life and her being committed, he knew that she was off limits. However, with the two of them living under the same roof and being able to work from home, perhaps the two of them could start seeing each other more often.
"Damn. Almost midnight. The only things really open are fast food...I love your outfit, by the way..." That's what normal people say, right? If there's one thing about Andrew, he matched the vibes of the person opposite to him. With Mei-xia, it was buddy buddy with a hint of professionalism, with Euphrasie, it was a tease-fest, and with Silke...well, that's a different story.
Andrew sat up almost immediately, though he didn't get out of the comfort of the chair. She looked so different than he remembers, yet the softness of her voice and those eyes, those god damn doe eyes were unforgettable. "Oh...Hi, Holly. I was just about to order food...Are you hungry?" He pinched his outdated smartphone between two fingers almost like an offering to share a meal with him, something that they both used to do quite often in the Lincoln Building of Fine Arts when they had classes together.
The Carter incident is what broke up their friendship in the first place, but with how she is dressed, dyed hair, and jewelry, he could tell that things had ended, unless there was another person besides Carter. It was obvious that Andrew had the hots for Holly, though with both of their awkwardness at that phase in life and her being committed, he knew that she was off limits. However, with the two of them living under the same roof and being able to work from home, perhaps the two of them could start seeing each other more often.
"Damn. Almost midnight. The only things really open are fast food...I love your outfit, by the way..." That's what normal people say, right? If there's one thing about Andrew, he matched the vibes of the person opposite to him. With Mei-xia, it was buddy buddy with a hint of professionalism, with Euphrasie, it was a tease-fest, and with Silke...well, that's a different story.
Plots and Pairings
The bolded words would be the character I would play. If neither is bolded, then that will be up for us to decide.
- Sugar daddy x sugar baby
- One night stand
- Work husband x work wife
- Neighbor x 'girl next door'
- Landlord x tenant
- Loner x succubus
- Dad x best friend's daughter
- Roommates
- Husband x wife's sister
- Stripper x patron
- Parasocial relationship turned into a real one.
- Amateur theatre club, director x actress
All it took was one single direct message. YC has been a tease on the internet for ages. Showing just enough to get anonymous tips, thrist traps made, and more importantly, outreach to a wider audience. YC likes to think of it as a little bit of extra spending money on the side or saving the money for a rainy day. Regardless, one day, YC gets a direct message from MC. Upon further digging, MC also likes to show just enough. Thirst traps, tips, nearly identical to YC. Two people, living different lives, somehow come together through the power of social media. What happens if they're a catfish? What's going to happen when they meet up for the first time? Would they somehow get exposed?
Key words: strangers to lovers or lust, trust issues, experimentation
Key words: strangers to lovers or lust, trust issues, experimentation
The basic idea of this plot would be that OC's have been friends since...however long we want them to be friends. Both are inexperienced, don't have much of a social life, and are destined to work a 9-5 for the rest of their lives. A discussion comes up where the two end up essentially making a pact. They lose their virginity to one another, just to say that they 'did it.' However, YC or MC sees something on the internet that they want to try. This keeps happening...over and over and over again. It's a smut filled tale on how two inexperienced virgins eventually reach so far beyond their comfort zone that they end up unrecognizable from who they once were.
After all, they only have each other...right?
Key words: inexperienced to experienced, heavy public play, corruption, even humiliation(?)
After all, they only have each other...right?
Key words: inexperienced to experienced, heavy public play, corruption, even humiliation(?)
If you've made it this far, thank you for reading! I really do hope that we click and make stories together that satisfy both of us. Go on, send that first message ~
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