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omif05
a bitch of culture.
- Joined
- Jul 18, 2021
Hello!
'Crash' by J.G. Ballard is my favorite book, which tells you all you need to know about me as a person.
I've watched every weird film with James Spader in it, which tells you all you need to know about my vibe.
I'm over 21.
What you need to know:
I’m a woman, if that matters. I love writing men. But I'm not against writing a female NPC, especially if it's MxMxF.
Quality over quantity, but never less than a paragraph.
Enthusiasm is more important to me than your reply time. Not too fussed about ghosting. We're just people.
Replies between weekly to every couple of days, sometimes sooner. I'd quite like to write in some threads. but I don't actually mind where we do it.
I write in third person. Please do the same.
I prefer RL actor/celebrity faceclaims. Fandoms are an exception. I also find porn, social media influencer and/or AI faceclaims incredibly offputting, but this is the only real hard rule I have. I also don't mind if we don't use faceclaims at all.
I write switches. I often lean top/dominant, but I’m quite happy to be flexible. I'm not looking to write 'alpha' macho men.
I enjoy a lot of different themes. Lighthearted vanilla romance to extremely detailed snuff scenes. A lot of my list may seem a little scary, but I'll never force anything.
I'm also happy to involve violence in an utterly non-sexual capacity. I just happen to like writing extreme horror. It's not really a kink thing.
Writing samples:
I haven't proofread any of these.
'Crash' by J.G. Ballard is my favorite book, which tells you all you need to know about me as a person.
I've watched every weird film with James Spader in it, which tells you all you need to know about my vibe.
I'm over 21.
What you need to know:
I’m a woman, if that matters. I love writing men. But I'm not against writing a female NPC, especially if it's MxMxF.
Quality over quantity, but never less than a paragraph.
Enthusiasm is more important to me than your reply time. Not too fussed about ghosting. We're just people.
Replies between weekly to every couple of days, sometimes sooner. I'd quite like to write in some threads. but I don't actually mind where we do it.
I write in third person. Please do the same.
I prefer RL actor/celebrity faceclaims. Fandoms are an exception. I also find porn, social media influencer and/or AI faceclaims incredibly offputting, but this is the only real hard rule I have. I also don't mind if we don't use faceclaims at all.
I write switches. I often lean top/dominant, but I’m quite happy to be flexible. I'm not looking to write 'alpha' macho men.
I enjoy a lot of different themes. Lighthearted vanilla romance to extremely detailed snuff scenes. A lot of my list may seem a little scary, but I'll never force anything.
I'm also happy to involve violence in an utterly non-sexual capacity. I just happen to like writing extreme horror. It's not really a kink thing.
Writing samples:
I haven't proofread any of these.
The thought does occur to him to reassure her that he would, in fact, still want her around. Maybe it isn't the time for that. He's still playing a role here.
He gives a useless, vulnerable gasp that he absolutely hates when she reaches back to grab him. Arms tense. The hand on her stomach splays out, tightens over the skin. He's never reacted so well to signs of life from one of his victims. Regardless, he listens. Yes. He will.
Dexter's cock hangs softly, just above the sheets. Every movement he makes produces another streak of the aftershocks that are surely going to be painfully difficult to hide. He recognises that, knows that he normally worries about leaving evidence, but there's something in him that doesn't particularly care for it. Enjoys it, even. The thought that somebody might ask about the cumstained mattress. Whether it's her parents, Frank, or the investigators. God forbid that he kills her and someone asks him to get a DNA sample. She's definitely safe.
The thought of leaving his mark on the crime scene seems to do it more than anything else Julie gives him. But not entirely. Every involuntary noise Dexter makes is down to her. The idle fantasy of a dead Julie is due to everything she's done to him so far. The fact that he needs to imagine the murder – choking her, Frank, molesting a dead body – to really get off doesn't bother him. He's thought of worse, but never done it. Maybe this is the push he needs. I'll make him lick your dead cunt when I'm done.
He's good at taking orders, though. Dexter's hand edges downwards, gentle. There's no need to get his fingers wet. It's easy. They slide over her ignored cunt. Dipping inside her, he starts with one shallow finger. The weight of his body rests on top of her.
"... I don't know what I'm-" far from the messy, brutal Dexter from minutes earlier, he actually starts to sound a little nervous. He musters up a breathy chuckle into her neck. Dexter-the-serial-killer had been replaced by Dexter-the-sexually-inexperienced, strikingly similar to the man she met last night. "Sorry." His finger goes deeper, curling slightly inwards. It quickly graduates to two. For someone who's never done it before, it shouldn't be too bad.
One hand pulls Julie's hip towards him, more or less holding her in place. His fingers slow down, then pick up again. The heel of his hand bumps against her clit.
"More?" Fingers speed up in a deliberate effort to try and drive her over the edge. Still feeling slightly sadistic, he prolongs it – one finger, as shallow as before. Finally, he takes it back up to two, fast and hard. The threat of a third lingers at the edge, half-convinced that Julie might just like feeling full. It's well within reach, if she wants to guide him.
He gives a useless, vulnerable gasp that he absolutely hates when she reaches back to grab him. Arms tense. The hand on her stomach splays out, tightens over the skin. He's never reacted so well to signs of life from one of his victims. Regardless, he listens. Yes. He will.
Dexter's cock hangs softly, just above the sheets. Every movement he makes produces another streak of the aftershocks that are surely going to be painfully difficult to hide. He recognises that, knows that he normally worries about leaving evidence, but there's something in him that doesn't particularly care for it. Enjoys it, even. The thought that somebody might ask about the cumstained mattress. Whether it's her parents, Frank, or the investigators. God forbid that he kills her and someone asks him to get a DNA sample. She's definitely safe.
The thought of leaving his mark on the crime scene seems to do it more than anything else Julie gives him. But not entirely. Every involuntary noise Dexter makes is down to her. The idle fantasy of a dead Julie is due to everything she's done to him so far. The fact that he needs to imagine the murder – choking her, Frank, molesting a dead body – to really get off doesn't bother him. He's thought of worse, but never done it. Maybe this is the push he needs. I'll make him lick your dead cunt when I'm done.
He's good at taking orders, though. Dexter's hand edges downwards, gentle. There's no need to get his fingers wet. It's easy. They slide over her ignored cunt. Dipping inside her, he starts with one shallow finger. The weight of his body rests on top of her.
"... I don't know what I'm-" far from the messy, brutal Dexter from minutes earlier, he actually starts to sound a little nervous. He musters up a breathy chuckle into her neck. Dexter-the-serial-killer had been replaced by Dexter-the-sexually-inexperienced, strikingly similar to the man she met last night. "Sorry." His finger goes deeper, curling slightly inwards. It quickly graduates to two. For someone who's never done it before, it shouldn't be too bad.
One hand pulls Julie's hip towards him, more or less holding her in place. His fingers slow down, then pick up again. The heel of his hand bumps against her clit.
"More?" Fingers speed up in a deliberate effort to try and drive her over the edge. Still feeling slightly sadistic, he prolongs it – one finger, as shallow as before. Finally, he takes it back up to two, fast and hard. The threat of a third lingers at the edge, half-convinced that Julie might just like feeling full. It's well within reach, if she wants to guide him.
"It bit me?" Dylan almost shouted, mockingly, beginning to feel unhinged with aggression. This wasn't him. Dylan didn't exactly fit in with the rest of them. He never said a bad word about anybody - maybe he ribbed Jacob a little, sure, but everybody else did. Whenever he really wanted to say something, he just thought it. Now he said it, whether he liked it or not.
"I nearly got my arm torn off, and I'm fine, I mean," he barked at her, holding up his bandaged hand before he quickly wound the dressing off. It clenched into a fist, fine. No bite and no blood. More than they ever saw with Nick, when it all happened so quickly. "Thanks for asking!"
The bloodstained bandage dropped to the floor. He bucked against her as she reached around to his ass. The still-coherent side of Dylan looked confused. He wanted something, even if he wasn't sure what it was. Dylan couldn't even think of it, let alone give it a name. All this I don't think I like girls shit, and now he's thinking about asking her out for dinner. Biting into the meat of her leg. Tongueing her asshole. Reducing her femur to a bag of gravel-
The same hand pushed her back into the railing, hard, hitting the bone, then flung her off the edge.
The fall should have killed anybody else. Off the steel panel at the base of the ladder, onto the corrugated metal top of one of the storage containers. It audibly - loudly - dented under the force of Dylan's weight landing on top of her.
It barely seemed to exhaust him. Dylan rose up on his knees, sitting on top of Lois's hips, and shuffled downwards. He went flat against the surface, mouth level with her dick.
Dylan didn't lead with anything gentle. He was already practically fucking drooling at the thought of Lois's cock down his throat from the moment his lips ghosted over the fabric. After he tore down the zip, belt, pulled the underwear to sit under the tip, he took her right to the hilt.
"I nearly got my arm torn off, and I'm fine, I mean," he barked at her, holding up his bandaged hand before he quickly wound the dressing off. It clenched into a fist, fine. No bite and no blood. More than they ever saw with Nick, when it all happened so quickly. "Thanks for asking!"
The bloodstained bandage dropped to the floor. He bucked against her as she reached around to his ass. The still-coherent side of Dylan looked confused. He wanted something, even if he wasn't sure what it was. Dylan couldn't even think of it, let alone give it a name. All this I don't think I like girls shit, and now he's thinking about asking her out for dinner. Biting into the meat of her leg. Tongueing her asshole. Reducing her femur to a bag of gravel-
The same hand pushed her back into the railing, hard, hitting the bone, then flung her off the edge.
The fall should have killed anybody else. Off the steel panel at the base of the ladder, onto the corrugated metal top of one of the storage containers. It audibly - loudly - dented under the force of Dylan's weight landing on top of her.
It barely seemed to exhaust him. Dylan rose up on his knees, sitting on top of Lois's hips, and shuffled downwards. He went flat against the surface, mouth level with her dick.
Dylan didn't lead with anything gentle. He was already practically fucking drooling at the thought of Lois's cock down his throat from the moment his lips ghosted over the fabric. After he tore down the zip, belt, pulled the underwear to sit under the tip, he took her right to the hilt.
Dexter moved fast. By the time Simon started to try and catch up, he was already halfway down the street. As a matter of fact, he'd even parked close by. It was in the next alleyway. Quiet and dark, parked with the back facing out into the road. He didn't exactly want to have to restrain the urge to run over the guy's foot again, but needs must.
Here was right about where he would have got her. Hey, Sadie, I want to go back to your place, he fantasised about whispering in her ear as her cheek slid roughly down the wall. Can we?
Pick the gravel out later. She had to be clean for what he wanted to do. Getting her in the car was more important, though - there was a little bit of duct tape in the trunk, cable ties, the works. And a baseball bat, but that was for later. Before he got the knife. A little work, and he could easily make her unrecognisable when he was done.
Dexter thought about it for weeks. Planned it, meticulously, almost up to the minute. Down to when they'd meet, when he would cut her head off, and when they would fish her bloated remains out the ocean. Of course, now it was never going to happen. The drug-addled maniac ruined all that.
He stopped.
"Dexter."
It sounds a little dumb, when he says it out loud. Patrick Bateman was also the name he used to get drugs, so maybe he shouldn't throw it around so much. Almost too on the nose.
Want me to keep chasing you?
He snuck one look over to his car tucked around the corner, then back over to Simon.
"Come over here."
Boys often pull girls' hair when they really like them. Dexter could pretend it was the same here. He tried to affect something more friendly, slightly bothered, anxious. Like maybe he was just in denial about being gay all along. Dexter pretended to be something every day. He slipped into the role with relative ease.
"I'll pay you, whatever. I've got the money." His head cocked towards the alleyway. He even tried to speak with a less harsh edge, despite what he felt. "Back here."
Here was right about where he would have got her. Hey, Sadie, I want to go back to your place, he fantasised about whispering in her ear as her cheek slid roughly down the wall. Can we?
Pick the gravel out later. She had to be clean for what he wanted to do. Getting her in the car was more important, though - there was a little bit of duct tape in the trunk, cable ties, the works. And a baseball bat, but that was for later. Before he got the knife. A little work, and he could easily make her unrecognisable when he was done.
Dexter thought about it for weeks. Planned it, meticulously, almost up to the minute. Down to when they'd meet, when he would cut her head off, and when they would fish her bloated remains out the ocean. Of course, now it was never going to happen. The drug-addled maniac ruined all that.
He stopped.
"Dexter."
It sounds a little dumb, when he says it out loud. Patrick Bateman was also the name he used to get drugs, so maybe he shouldn't throw it around so much. Almost too on the nose.
Want me to keep chasing you?
He snuck one look over to his car tucked around the corner, then back over to Simon.
"Come over here."
Boys often pull girls' hair when they really like them. Dexter could pretend it was the same here. He tried to affect something more friendly, slightly bothered, anxious. Like maybe he was just in denial about being gay all along. Dexter pretended to be something every day. He slipped into the role with relative ease.
"I'll pay you, whatever. I've got the money." His head cocked towards the alleyway. He even tried to speak with a less harsh edge, despite what he felt. "Back here."
Kinks:
It's a menu, not a checklist. No kink is required.
I will note that I love anal.
- Kissing
- Fingering
- Fisting
- Sloppy/messiness, mating presses, full nelsons, the whole mood
- Detailed/slow oral & rimming
- Facefucking
- Ball attention
- Bodily fluids: felching/snowballing, saliva, cum
- Post-orgasm/refractory period play
- Edging
- Assplay: anal, double penetration, ass attention, facesitting
- Snuff/gore & 'dead dove' kinks: knives, guns, pukejobs, watersports, amputation, non-con, slurs, crying. If I'm uncomfortable, I'll let you know. I have very few limits. We just need to work out who's going to die.
- Vanilla sex & romance
- Orientation play: bisexual discovery, bisexual attraction, MMF scenes, consensual, exploration, forced/coercion, drugged. I have a guilty pleasure for gay men having sex with women. Sorry.
- Incest
- Femboys - I'm a big fan of very convincing girly crossdressers, but I'd largely prefer it if a more masculine man was involved with them. May be open to Fb/M/F in some cases.
- Character-driven stories - for fandoms, I also really enjoy seeing individual details that the writer adds to their interpretation of the character. I put thought into my boys, too.
- Mommy/daddy kinks
- Slim/lithe & athletic figures
- Armpits
- Realistic filth - I don't 'like' this, per se, I just don’t mind if an unwashed person smells bad, piss stinks up a mattress and/or someone voids the contents of their bowels on death. If it makes sense, it's fine. I enjoy this kind of believable reaction. I draw the line at filth-focused scenes.
- Feminization
- Breeding
- Slurs, sexism and misogyny - understand the value of extreme scarcity, and I'm open to it. The f-slur can be really hot if you don't drop one every other sentence.
- Pegging - I don't like it when the penetrating party doesn't get to have any fun, but I do like pegging.
- Multiple men, one female - I'm going to suggest that the men kiss with tongue. Not very interested in writing straight FMM+.
- Hyper sizes
- Raceplay
- Cucking
- 'Tom of Finland'-style aesthetics: look it up. My tastes are pretty broad, but I'm not a fan of that.
- Chuckle Smirkers - men with the emotional range of a puddle are not appealing.
- Nothing Replies/Pitch Pigging - give me something to carry on a conversation with.
- Certain filth - purposefully gross cum, swallowing scat/urine, buckets of smegma.
- AI art
- NSFW pictures - I have no want or need to see your porn library. Let's just write it.
Faceclaims:
At the moment, I'd love to use:
Harry Treadaway
Cooper Hoffman
Patrick Gibson
Dan Stevens
Tom Blyth
Jesse Plemons
Paul Dano
Skyler Gisondo
Miles Robbins
Burn Gorman
I don't have to, though. This is just to give you an idea of the types of men I like.
At the moment, I'd love to use:
Harry Treadaway
Cooper Hoffman
Patrick Gibson
Dan Stevens
Tom Blyth
Jesse Plemons
Paul Dano
Skyler Gisondo
Miles Robbins
Burn Gorman
I don't have to, though. This is just to give you an idea of the types of men I like.
Ideas:
Many of these are historical. I have a history degree. You will notice nerdy details, but note that I do not expect accuracy.
- 60s/70s America: Hippies, beginnings of the FBI - drugs, crime, horror?
- Prohibition-era America: mobsters, gangs…
- Victorian England: lower/upper classes, Victorian fetish-y BDSM, spiritualist/occult believers
- WW1: Orientation play with a closeted gay soldier being coerced into heterosexuality & marriage. Bonus points if it's the sister of his former lover.
- Romans, conquest & heavily non-con/violent stories.
- Modern-day: serial killers, horror/paranormal
Half-formed plots and thoughts:
- Far cry 5-inspired, involving a pretty boy/twinkish cult figurehead/the cop that comes to investigate. I'm very willing to work out some details/historical placement & worldbuilding for the cult itself, but drugplay/blood, gore and hallucinations are my goal here. Will play either role.
- Monsters - I mean 'looks like Jack Baker' over sexy hentai monster boys, but I could be persuaded towards something more boy-shaped if there was also something suitably horrible about him. Down to reverse this if you're looking to play somebody disgusting.
- Historically-based 'make her worse' - I'm envisioning something in the 60s-80s, but I can be flexible. An up-and-coming female journalist gets posted somewhere with a corrupt agent for her protection. But instead of harming her, he's fixated on doing just about anything to get her the next story.
- Werewolves, borrowing the concept from 'The Quarry.' Carnal hunger/maybe hard vore, gore, angst. My starting point riffed straight from the game and wanted to focus around a group of camp counsellors being picked off.
I've listed characters I want to write as.
These characters are all 16 and over, as per site rule 4. Happy to age everyone up to 18 and over as per my writing partner’s comfort.
Open to CanonxCanon, OCxOC and CanonxOC. I’m open to most pairings.
Genderbent characters are available in femboy or twinkified flavour.
These characters are all 16 and over, as per site rule 4. Happy to age everyone up to 18 and over as per my writing partner’s comfort.
Open to CanonxCanon, OCxOC and CanonxOC. I’m open to most pairings.
Genderbent characters are available in femboy or twinkified flavour.
DC:
- Reevesverse-focused: Riddler, Penguin, M!Selina Kyle
- I want to fuck that Penguin. You know the one I'm talking about.
- Max, Nick, M!Abi, M!Emma, Dylan. I'm weak for Aussies, Nick is up there.
- I'm particularly open to any kind of threesome scene where a very gay Dylan gets persuaded to try pussy. Or maybe it's a twosome and he's forced at gunpoint. Or infected. Eager to discuss.
- Werewolf-related antics are an option. Nick/Abi is my gateway drug to hard vore scenes. Or doggy dick. Depends what you're into.
- I love Max cheating on Laura. I'm insane. Preferably in the most deranged setups available. Did you want to see Max pin and
rapesomeone on the island against his will? So did I. Let's talk.
- M!Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Tom Riddle
- Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Richard Jackdaw, Victor Rookwood.
- I was approached to write Seb x Ominis x MC a lot. It’s not necessarily a no, but I require a unique/fun setup to convince me. Dark themes preferred.
- Oliver Wood, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter for a good plot. Particularly dominant Ron against Draco.
- Assorted OCs
- I might be willing to play a monster of some description if we’re good friends. Do not approach me for this in your first message.
- Coriolanus Snow - TBOSAS is my favourite, particularly sadistic/psychopathic pretty boy Snow. Willing to consider writing M!Lucy Gray for good old-fashioned femboy abuse.
- Haymitch Abernathy, Plutarch Heavensbee, M!Maysilee Donner, M!Effie Trinket
- Dream, Desire, M!Delirium
- The Corinthian for a good plot. I'm not too hot on him topping Dream, but you could sell me on it.
I'll need to find some art for this. Pretend the Endless are capable of granting boons. For me. I use the established Hades framework/lore, but I'm perfectly happy to take this up with OCs and take a more loosey-goosey approach to the Endless as a concept. Either way, I want Greek God/Endless bullshit.
I'm looking to have (Morpheus, mainly) the Endless interacting with the Greek pantheon in some way. Zagreus. Melinoe. Anyone.
I'm looking to have (Morpheus, mainly) the Endless interacting with the Greek pantheon in some way. Zagreus. Melinoe. Anyone.
Resident Evil:
- Lucas Baker, Jack Baker, M!Zoe Baker
- Leon Kennedy for a good plot. Particularly Leon fucking a BOW - any hole is a goal, try me.
- Volo, Grimsley, M!Jasmine
- Derek Goffard
- Strade and Mason Heiral for a (very) good plot. I'm not interested in anything with Strade that's essentially just a rehash of the game, at least not for long-term scenes.
- Maybe M!Celia, but a powerbottom. Not a top.
- Jason Brody, maybe M!Citra for one of the other guys like Riley, Vaas, Hoyt or Buck
- M!Faith Seed, Ethan Seed
- James Sunderland
- Dexter Morgan (Original Sin is by far my favourite Dexter to write, but also open to anything within S1-2. If and when I watch Resurrection, you'll be the first to know.)
- Brian Moser (Original Sin/Original Series)
- M!Lila Tournay
- James Wilson, Gregory House
- Robert Chase and M!Remy Hadley for a good plot.
- Coach Ben
- I know he's gay. Men and very determined women who ignore this little fact about him are very welcome.
- Jeff Sadecki, M!Jackie Taylor ('femboy Yellowjackets camp' is my exception to the femboy rule. I'm down to write the world's girliest all-male soccer team), Walter.
- Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi
- I’m exactly the girl to contact if you wanted Johnny to skullfuck Kenshi’s eyeless skull - but, that said, I’m familiar with and also like the MK story fluff. Snuff not needed.
- Shang Tsung for a good plot.
Until Dawn:
- Josh, Mike, M!Sam, M!Ashley, Chris
- Maybe M!Hannah, even in the monster form, if that's your thing. Again, I’d kind of prefer it if (s)he took dick.
The Walking Dead:
- Ask me about the game.
- Merle, Rick, Philip, Shane, Milton, Dale, Glenn.
- Daryl for a good plot.
- Merle/Michonne - dirty, nasty hatefucking. I know what I saw.
- Philip/anybody - literally anything. Hardcore gore-porn or more consensual sex. I'm flexible.
- Milton/Andrea - I think Milton is adorable. I like him as a nice little service top - including, and especially if, Philip's cock is in his mouth.
- I happened to think comic Dale/Andrea was cute. Do with that information what you will.
Torchwood:
- Owen, Rhys, Ianto, Andy, maybe M!Gwen, definitely John Hart
- I have very little interest in Ianto/Jack by itself, but it’s not totally a no. Maybe with a threesome.
- I’m minorly interested in a DW crossover. Maybe.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series:
- Spike and anyone. I like to think Spike is something of a sadomasochist - no one purely submissive, please. Hit him back. I have a soft spot for Buffy, Cordelia and/or Fred. Oz and Xander too.
Stranger Things:
- Henry. Literally just Henry. My main interest is first and foremost in writing a psychotic twink with freaky tentacle powers. I'm predictable.
Remedyverse:
- Alan Wake, M!Jesse Faden, Mr. Scratch, M!Rose Marigold
- Let's break Alan Wake. Talk about this with me.
- M!Rose gets fucked by Mr. Scratch's doggy dick, loosely inspired by the events of the Night Springs DLC.
Fallout:
- Norm putting any of the vaulties in a mating press, especially the taller ones. Especially Lucy. And his dad, if you're on my freak level. You don't have to be.
- I could be sold on Ghoul/Lucy, but I think I'd prefer writing glamorous movie star Cooper Howard. Let's talk.
- Maybe Vulpes Inculta, but I've pretty much just started with New Vegas. I love a crazy twink. All I'm saying.
- OCs. OCs.
It's Always Sunny/IASIP:
- I like writing Dennis as a gross little rapist. Sue me. The worse, the better. Mostly toppy, but we can talk about making him enough of a power bottom to power the whole state of Philadelphia.
- I also love Charlie/Dee. Again: the weirder it is, the better.
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