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VIPERFISH
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- Aug 10, 2025
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Current Cravingxxx
Hello there. You can call me VIPERFISH. I have been roleplaying for... It's gonna be two decades this year. You may have seen me on other sites, primarily Black Dahlia (RIP King), where I was known as Winter. If you saw me around there, Give me a hello!
Playing my new boy Rourke, who can be found in the Characters tab.
I guess I'll tell you a bit about myself. I am in my 30's and I am masculine-leaning nonbinary. I have a job that is either extremely busy or practically dead, and it is always one or the other (usually the latter for the majority of the year, tbh). This theoretically gives me a lot of time to roleplay but can also cause absences. I will attempt to make you aware of when a really busy time is coming up. I also have a lot of hobbies. Right now, my current Favorite Thing is cross stitch.
Anyway! I am looking for a roleplay; I've got the most experience with m// stuff, but I'm absolutely down with playing against characters who identify as female! However, I will be upfront here right now and say that I almost exclusively play nonbinary characters, typically ones who would be considered AFAB but identify as male (or some equivalent thereof, as I'm a slut for worldbuilding and most of the settings I prefer to play in simply Do Not approach gender as we do here on Earth). Kind of segueing along with that, yes I do enjoy mpreg quite a bit and yes I do want to incorporate it into my plots where it would be appropriate because I'm a nasty little gremlin and I refuse to apologize for it.
Also— to clarify. If you saw what I wrote and automatically thought that I only play submissive characters and/or that an AFAB male character can't be dominant... Well, I don't want to be mean, but— skill issue, lmao. (Hell, I've got femdom in my writing samples tab). My plot writeups are just that, writeups about the plot. They typically cover only where things start, are written to give maximum appeal, and don't account for every possible nuance in character relationships. That's why I like discussing all of these details before starting an RP.
Anyway! If I don't sound totally insufferable to you, please read on by clicking the tabs above!
Changelog; AKA What's New
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What to expect from me:
+ On-site, I can do PM or threads, but I greatly prefer threads when playing on-site. Off-site, I can play through Email, Google Docs, or Ellipsus (Google Docs alternative).
+ I do not and will not use photo face claims. I will not play as real people or celebrities— asking me to guarantees I'm blocking you immediately. I exclusively use illustrated references of my original characters. For many of them I have commissioned references. For others, I have AI art, since I do love to play around with that technology. Failing that, there's always descriptions!
+ In the same vein? My character is my character. Your character is your character. I will rarely, if ever, try to tell you what character to play or even ask you to change details about them— typically I only do it when asked. I expect the same courtesy. If you want to have complete control over every character in an RP, go sign up for ChatGPT or something lol, damn.
+ I love to write (duh), and when hooked on an RP, I can write a lot. You have no idea. I passed the 150k word mark with a specific long-term partner in less than a month after starting an RP with her. While I'm not asking you to match that volume, I definitely want someone who will get as Enthusiastic about things as me and will reply regularly if we really hit it off. The beginning of an RP is the most critical part for me-- if the plot is good I can get super into it and reply multiple times a day, so if you can match my energy, that would be ideal. That is not to say, however, that I don't want something slower-paced. I just tend to fall in love with RPs in the beginning and just go hog wild, lmao.
+ Re: writing. My average post is like 300-1000+ words.
+ Kind of related to the above, I like to be friends OOC. I will definitely be very very chatty OOC. Please be ready for it.
+ Regarding limits... Most of mine revolve around violence, lmao. If you want more information, just go ahead and check out my Kink List tab. Anything that is a 'No', I'm not really down for doing.
+ This is something that has come up before especially since I play trans characters. Regarding 'fetishization'. This has never, personally, bothered me as a NB trans person, and I really feel like the pendulum has swung too far in the other direction lately, toward complete desexualization, which is just as bad in a different way. Why do cis characters get to have all the fun, and I'm left with the boring uwu coffee shop AUs that go nowhere? I won't write an essay here (that's for tumblr), but all of that to say? Yeah. Bring me your gross self-indulgent kink plots. Give me nasty ideas. I love that shit.
+ Kind of related to the above: our world is so bad and scary already lately that I find it unacceptable and exhausting to get on other people's cases regarding imaginary fictional scenarios. That is to say, if you are a member of the feelings yakuza, we won't get along. I know that kinkshaming is against the rules here already, but I just want to like, double say that I am So Over The Discourse. I see it on tumblr and every other site already, I don't wanna deal with it here.
What I expect from you:
I expect you to read the above and decide for yourself if we are compatible, lmao.
In all honesty, I set no expectations for my partners. with regards to age (as long as you are over 18), gender, timezone, whatever. My best friend (aka that person I talked about writing 150k words with in a month up there) is completely different from me in every conceivable way, so if that's not a testament to my ability to get along with pretty much anyone, nothing is.
Actually, no, I now have a single expectation:
+ Holy SHIT, give me something to WORK WITH. Nothing gives me a sense of impending doom for any potential interaction we might have like having my first message from someone be some variation of "Hello do you want to do an rp?" and then continuing to reply with like, a sentence when I give them paragraphs of ideas and input. This is a hobby. This should be fun. If you're approaching me with the enthusiasm of a dead fish? That's not fun. Tell me something about yourself. Send me a cute cat pic. I don't care how you introduce yourself, but I don't really want to RP with people who seem like they're bored before the RP has even started. -
Plots && Ideas
+ I've hidden the plots behind spoiler tags or else you'd get carpal tunnel syndrome scrolling down this page, lmao.
+ As is tradition in every listing I have ever seen, if I have bolded a role in a pairing, that would indicate I want it.
Current Cravings:
- I had a dream last night about, well, basically it was about a haughty elf who came to a big, magically-industrialized city and ended up attracting the attention of a mafia princess who decided to totally destroy him (also she was some sort of magic consuming vampire in a world where people who had an aptitude for magic were becoming less and less common, so he was a target anyway). I woke up thinking about it, and now I'm going to make it everyone else's problem by putting it in this thread, lmao.
Fantasy Plots
Obsession (Noble x Commoner) (Craving this one right meow)
A commoner has lived for his entire life in a small village at the edge of the ruling noble's territory. Though infrequent, the noble occasionally visits this village, and through one means or another, he ended up making his acquaintance. Though the people in the village seem to dislike their ruler, the man always left him with a good impression because it seemed that he went out of his way to be kind to him (and he was, perhaps, too naive to realize that this could be anything but altruistic).
The truth is, however, that the noble was kind to him, in part, because he was attracted to the commoner— an attraction that has turned into obsession, and now rage when he discovers that his lowborn love has been seen around the village with another. Realizing that he has let this go long enough, he sends his men to capture the object of his affections and bring him to the palace.
At first, when the commoner discovers that he has been taken to the home of the man he's so admired over the years, he is initially relieved, for the noble has never been anything but kind... However, he quickly discovers that there has always been much, much more behind the pretty words and fine gifts that the man treated him to, and he has always been expected to reciprocate.
Upon the Sea of Clouds (Navigator x Sky Pirate Captain) (Craving this one right meow)
Navigator's ship was recently hijacked by sky pirates. As tends to be the case in pirate hijackings, the captain of said ship was murdered and everyone who surrendered was left to their devices.
The only things that were taken from Navigator's ship was the treasure on board— and the Navigator himself. It seems that Sky Pirate Captain has a cryptic map that he found, and no one he's met knows how to read it.
Navigator has knowledge that is pertinent to deciphering the map. But considering the fact that he's been captured and all that, he's not that willing to give it up.
Adventures ensue.
Claimed by the Dragon (Elven King x Elder Dragon) (Craving this one right meow)
The stupid in-joke I keep referencing in my AO3 stories is now a plot!
Once thought to have disappeared from the world entirely, dragons have made a sudden reappearance from their dormancy. Consumed by a lust for power and riches, they have leveraged their ancient wisdom and strength into cooperative campaign of total domination over the free lands, and have begun claiming massive swathes of land as their territory. They rule these lands with an iron claw, enslaving their denizens and devouring publicly all who oppose them.
As their reach expands, even places that have been historically impregnable, like the elven kingdom of Ellina, built high upon a mountaintop, are coming under threat. The ruler of said kingdom decides that the only thing he can do to spare their people is to make a deal with an ancient Elder Dragon who has, for thousands of years, been imprisoned beneath the mountain in an eternal sentence for his failed campaign of world domination.
But this dragon's hatred for all free peoples, none moreso than the elves who imprisoned him, has been burning brightly ever since, and so when the elven king comes to him, offering to free him in exchange for his help in driving back his brethren from their and the remaining free lands, he offers it only if he will pledge himself to his service eternal.
NOTE: I feel as if I shouldn't have to spell this out but if you wanna do this plot you have got to be down for dragon-on-elf sex. Like, dragon-shaped dragon. That's a major point of the whole thing. Lmao.
The Locket (Summoner x Demon)
It is said that in the city of Astengaard, one can find about anything if they know where to look and are willing to pay a certain price. No doubt, this rumor is due in part to the presence of a man with a preternatural ability to identify and sell not only magical objects... But magical creatures, as well. He has built an empire upon his unscrupulous dealings.
One day, he comes into possession of a locket which he can feel radiates power, but the enchantment is one which he cannot identify. And, in a slip of logic, he breaks the number one rule of magical items that you don't know about. Namely, that you don't use them until you know what they are.
In an instant, the locket opens, and standing before him is... A demon. It was sealed away eons ago after a reign of terror that almost destroyed the mortal realm, and in this slip of judgment, he has unknowingly released him once more. He is shocked to see the world as it is now, fully recovered and having lost his name and legacy to history, and decides that he will finish what he started millenia ago.
But for that, he needs an army.
Luckily, his summoner-- clueless on how to banish him again-- will be the perfect host to carry his brood.
(Yes this plot IS a self-indulgent setup to satisfy my sinful interests, but I swear that I have So Much Worldbuilding, you have no idea).
A Befitting Sentence (Thief x Ruler)
The Emperor of a certain nation is well-known for his bias against the part-animal, part-human citizens of his nation, derogatorily referred to as "beastmen" in the common language. Treated as second-class citizens, these beastmen have little opportunity and prospects, and are unfairly persecuted when they commit crimes, receiving maximum punishments even for petty theft (which, due to their lack of available opportunities, happens quite often).
After being caught attempting to steal silverware from the palace, a young beastman is brought before the Emperor, and is all but certain that he will be sentenced to a torturous death for his crime. However, to the shock of all present, even himself, the Emperor is taken by the uncanny beauty of the creature before him, and decides to have him placed in the harem, instead.
Cold Reception (Newcomer x Werewolf Alpha)
Newcomer has recently moved to a small town in the mountains for the sake of his health, for the polluted air of the large city in which he spent most of his life did far more harm than good to his weak lungs. The clean air and lack of toxic smog up there does wonders for his breathing, and for the first time in his life he finds that he isn't getting winded from merely walking across the room. He has discovered that many of the things which were once denied to him by his circumstances are now available, and he has, recently, developed a fondness for pathfinding in the many old trails through the forests surrounding the town.
What he does not realize is that these black woods are dangerous, full of ancient magic and ancient creatures. And he unwittingly stumbles across the best example of both one fine morning when he encounters… Something. An effigy, it looks like. In its presence, the wind stirs up, creating an unnatural howl.
He's curious.
He touches it.
Immediately it crumbles, and the wind stops. Everything stops. The woods grow silent in a way that they never have been before.
He doesn't know what just happened, really, but the way that the hair on the back of his neck is standing on end can only indicate that it was nothing good. And so he flees the area.
What the Newcomer does not understand is that the forest has eyes, and his deed was witnessed. What he does not understand is that he has destroyed a monument to the recently-deceased leader of a local pack of werewolves that would ensure his safe passage to the afterlife. A local pack of werewolves who comprise the majority of the residents of the town in which the Newcomer lives. A local pack of werewolves who are furious that said monument has been destroyed. They're out for blood.
The Newcomer finds a letter on his pillow that night. Upon the night of the next full moon-- which, it just so happens, is tomorrow night-- his presence is required in the forest, at the site where he encountered the effigy. And there his fate will be decided.
Attempting to flee would be highly inadvisable.
The City of Gold (Prince x Savior)
The Exalted City of Hewic stands as a testament to the superiority of the Noressean empire. Within its shining walls, its inhabitants live lives of decadence and luxury unheard of in the uncivilized lands beyond. And yet, beneath the veneer of hedonistic delight is an undercurrent of violence and deception; the many nobles in the line for the throne wage an unseen war for any shred of power, much less for the throne. A single wrong move could mean one's life— or worse yet, their social standing, and their place in line for the throne.
Not all turn to secrets and slow machinations to undo their rivals, however. Some prefer violence.
And so it is the case for a certain son of the emperor, who, upon returning from a diplomatic visit to a city under imperial rule, has his convoy attacked by 'bandits'. His men killed, his horses fled, injured to near-death, he is left by the side of the road, victim of an 'unfortunate accident'.
Such would be the case, anyway. By chance, he is found by a resident of one of the lands nearby: a young shepherd, from a place so small that it doesn't warrant even a dot upon the maps of the lands beyond Hewick.
Over days, weeks perhaps, the shepherd takes care of this prince, ignorant entirely of his noble heritage. The prince learns of his way of life, of how the people— called savages by his kin, forbidden from entering the Exalted City, but he's not certain of how true that any of that is anymore— outside of the city live, of how a life where one has to work for what they have works.
Until one day, an imperial patrol passes through the town, and finds their lord. He's whisked back to Hewick with fanfare, and life for the shepherd returns to normal.
At least, it does until some days later, when an imperial convoy once more passes through the town. The captain reads out a name, the name of a certain young shepherd, and before he knows it, he is in a carriage, being transported through the barred gates of the shining city which has only ever been a jewel upon the horizon, entry forbidden to a lowborn such as him.
And there, in a home finer than any he's ever seen, in a room larger than any building in his tiny town, he is reunited with the man he saved a week past, nigh unrecognizable bedecked in silks and gold, a man who smiles and nods and informs him that he has been chosen to join the royal harem, and live a life of luxury few outside the walls can imagine.
It is not a choice. For it is his reward, the finest that one born outside the city can ever hope to have.
Yet, just as much as that, it is a calculated move. For it is clear enough to the prince that the attack that nearly killed him was not random chance. Someone, perhaps many someones, planned his death, and he knows now that nothing is safe, and none in his circle can be trusted. So what better ally is there than one who might look upon this new world with fresh eyes, one with no connections, one with the privilege, nay, the expectation, to grace the most intimate areas of the most privileged of the City?
It seems a foolproof plan.
As long as emotions don't get in the way.
Spilled Salt (Prince x Merman)
Over the last twenty years, the nation of Thianos has changed dramatically. Thanks to rapid industrialization, it has grown from a small blip in the political radar to a large and powerful country, with an economy driven primarily by exports of goods from the sea, which its improved fishing fleet are literally dredging up by the boatload.
A small side effect of this is that the ecosystem in the ocean is being damaged not only by the rampant fishing up of natural resources, but from runoff from the boats. This poses a massive problem for the merfolk, as it just so happens to be their domain that is being stolen from and polluted... Although in Thianos' defense, such a species is seen so ridiculously rarely that no one even believes that they actually exist.
The merfolk have no desire to reveal their presence, but they do agree that something must be done. They send a representative up to the surface with a necklace that will disguise him as a human so that he can freely meet with the king of Thianos and discuss the danger that the fishing industry is doing to the ocean.
It is by chance that he drags himself out of the sea onto the beach nearby an estate where the prince of Thianos is staying on holiday.
It is by chance that almost a year ago, the prince lost his lover, a sailor who he was madly in love with, to a tropical storm on the high seas. He has never gotten over it, and recently his grief had intensified as the date of his wedding approaches.
It is by chance that this mysterious man who has just crawled out of the ocean looks exactly like his lost love.
It is by fate, however, that the prince just happens to be awake and looking out his window when what appears to be his long-lost love coming out of the sea.
The merman realizes how significant this odd coincidence is, and he thinks to himself that if he can just stay in the prince's good favor, he may he able to complete his objective and leave. But that may be a lot harder than it seems, because after a year of grief, the prince has no intentions of losing his beloved sailor again.
As if by Fate (Betrothed x Betrothed)
Escalating tensions between two neighboring nations has left war on the horizon. However, the ruling families of both nations have come to the conclusion that a conflict, costly both in lives and in money, is the least-desirable outcome. And so, in order to avoid this and cement lasting peace, a political marriage is arranged between the heirs of both nations.
As the date of the wedding approaches, the two betrothed are brought to a neutral location to meet for the first time. And when they do...
They really hit it off. They greatly enjoy each other's company, and the connection is immediate. Despite their previous reservations about this marriage, by the time that the arranged meeting is over, neither of them can wait until their wedding day.
The wedding goes off without a hitch, and the relations between their respective nations is repaired and has never been better. However, those who were stoking the fires of war behind the scenes are most displeased by this sudden interruption of their plans, and have now set their sights on what seems an easier target. Do our newlyweds have what it takes to stand against the political machinations of those who lurk in the shadows? Or will these sudden challenges prove too much for them?
(This writeup is a little bit rough. It will need some additional plotting).
Scorched Earth (Dragon x Hunter)
For the last several years, an adolescent dragon has terrorized the countryside in... Some small out-of-the-way area, the name or placement of which really isn't that important. He has begun to build up a sizable hoard of treasure, and with strategic bouts of random violence and seizure of cattle and peasant children, he has made a bit of a reputation for himself as a terror not to be trifled with, and which instead should be placated with regular offerings of sheep and gold.
The Hunter is a traveling mercenary, who deals primarily with beasts of the extraordinary variety who cause trouble for poor townsfolk. He has many years of experience under his belt in slaying all sorts of magical pests, from pixies to manticores, but he learned the trade by hunting dragons.
We both know where things go from that point, so let me cut to the chase.
The dragon is ambushed by the Hunter, and the ensuing battle leaves him grievously injured. He just manages to escape on tattered wings with his life, but it is clear that his injuries will cripple him greatly, and even if they won't kill him, he will likely be unable to hunt or threaten nearly as well as he used to. The thought of living on like that is unbearable, and so sheds his dragon form to assume a humanoid one, hoping to trick one of his former terrified vassals into helping him.
He doesn't make it that far. The land looks different from the ground, and as a humanoid, he can't smell his way toward the villages any more. He stumbles, lost, about on the road...
And that is where the Hunter finds him.
Obviously, because he isn't a dragon any more, the Hunter doesn't recognize him, and the story the dragon-in-disguise feeds him about being a lost traveler causes the Hunter to take pity on him.
The dragon knows that he's playing a dangerous game, associating with the Hunter, but at the same time, he knows that his only hope of returning to his former strength is to devour the heart of another dragon. He simply has to wait it out, until the Hunter kills another dragon... Well, that and conceal his identity (which may be much harder than it sounds, as he has no idea how humans actually are).
And then, when his power is restored, he can get his revenge.
In Lieu of a Ticket... (Ship Captain and/or Crew x Traveler)
When one spends long months on the high seas (or skies, if we wanna get really fantasy with it), the worst thing that can afflict a crew is bad morale. To solve this problem, it's not uncommon to waive the fee for certain attractive passengers if they agree to provide some 'service' to pent-up crew members.
I would play one such traveler. We could go one of two ways with this-- I have an idea for a boy who is a first-timer who has no idea what he's signed on for and gets some good training. I also have the idea in mind for a traveler who's much more seasoned in the lifestyle, and has perhaps made a living out of using his appeal to win favors and passage on the most luxurious of trips, living as a high-priced courtesan. Both are good.
I especially like this idea because it brings up the possibility of some good fun worldbuilding and plot, as well.
Pre-Modern Supernatural/Fantasy
Somber Notes (Pianist x Vampire)
The time period is flexible, either during the Roaring Twenties or the late 1940's, in a bustling city along the eastern seaboard. In one of many cocktail lounges across the city, there is a performer who is quite popular among the ladies-- his charming good looks, combined with the poignantly romantic music he plays each night from dusk to dawn, give him a certain mystique, lending the lounge a larger audience than such a small, unknown venue should have.
His repertoire of music is self-composed, and speaks heavily of love and loss and forlorn romance, the sorts of themes that attract the lonely and lovesick, though he's never spoken of a relationship and keeps conversations with those who approach him at the bench strictly casual. The only thing even the regulars at the club know of him is that he arrives at the lounge in the evening, and plays until shortly before closing time in the early hours of the morning.
One of the regular attendees of the club is more fascinated by this man than most, because while the meanings of his songs are attractive to everything, they're especially resonant with him-- he's a vampire, and that makes... Relationships difficult. Over time, he becomes convinced he's found a kindred soul in the pianist, someone who can empathize with him, because it's obvious that he, too, is a creature of the night. Convinced of these things, he makes a move, and the two of them hit it off.
... Except, Mr. Performer isn't a vampire-- he's simply writing, vaguely, about the difficulty he has in his own right, being a gay man in a deeply homophobic era of American history. And therein the tension lies-- one of them must inevitably find out the hard way that the other isn't quite what they're expecting, and it's bound to be a difficult time for everyone involved.
False Promises (Mute x Con Artist)
A is a very, very unlucky man. He never knew his mother, and his father died several years ago of mysterious circumstances, leaving him nothing but a huge estate, ownership of an enormous manufacturing company, and a swarm of caretakers who have been around since his birth to manage every aspect of his life.
First-world problems, am I right?
Except then he got stricken with an incurable condition. One day, his voice grew hoarse, and then he lost the use of it entirely. This wouldn't be so bad in any other time period because, as I imagine that you're thinking, 'he can just write notes to people', but this is where I remember to mention that this plot takes place in Victorian England, and considering the fact that the Elementary Education Act was only passed in 1870, that means that a substantial part of the adult population has no idea how to read. Obviously, A called in a bunch of doctors, and the few who didn't say 'well clearly God is displeased at you, repent for your sins' kind of just shrugged their shoulders and admitted they have no idea what was going on before recommending leeches and bloodletting, sometimes both, at which point they were shown the door. Still, whatever the origin of this strange ailment is, A is quickly alienated by most of his associates.
Eventually, through some means that isn't important at all so I'm not going to cover it, A gets hold of a book on Sign Language. It's easy enough for him to pick up on his own, and it's a bit faster than writing, but now he's faced with the problem that he's never met anyone in his life who understands it. All seems lost.
At this point, there are two possibilities for the con artist (hereby named B) to enter the story.
It's late at night, and A is headed home from some event or party or orgy or something the details are not important. Unfortunately, his carriage driver is new (the last one quit, fearful of working for someone who's cursed), and not nearly as good as reading, so he gets lost and they wind up in the bad part of town. It takes approximately fifteen seconds for hoodlums to accost them, but before they can get robbed blind, a wild B appears and chases them off! Of course, this was only because he wanted to rob them instead of those other guys, but when he realizes that A
1) can't talk
2) is signing at him and he can understand it because he knows it himself
He realizes that this is a very unique opportunity and casually asks if A has any need for an interpreter. B gets the job and begins casing the joint and deciding which priceless vase to steal first.
Streets Running Red (Half-Vampire x Vampire Hunter)
It starts with a murder. It's not a normal murder, obviously-- rather, it's a particularly gruesome one. The victim looks like he got torn apart by an animal, which would be normal in some town in the middle of nowhere, but much less so in an alley in London. Hunter, as the foremost expert in supernatural/weird crimes (as well as the man undisputedly in control of supernatural crime prevention), is called in to investigate this murder, but he's thrown for a loop, because it doesn't look like a werewolf attack, and it's clearly too messy to be caused by a vampire. It doesn't resemble anything he's ever seen.
That's because it is neither of those things. The perpetrator of this most horrid crime is none other than a half-vampire-- specifically, the half-vampire who proceeds to approach the man as he's leaving the scene to go back to his place to do a bit of research on this murder. Not that the Hunter would know that he's looking at a half-vampire, of course; the creature appears for all the world like nothing more than a desperate young man. And with the help of a sad story about how he's down on his luck (and possibly some allusion to him knowing a bit more than he should about supernatural phenomena), he manages to convince the man to take him in.
Of course, in the beginning neither of them know what the other is. With some snooping around the man's house, the half-vampire is the first one to discover that this man he's hanging out with (and was plotting to murder because he needs blood) could definitely kill him, easily... But at the same time, he's got his own problems and certain people of the supernatural persuasion after him, so his best option is to hide in plain sight... Even if that does come with the constant threat of being found out and staked looming over his head, because there's little doubt in anyone's mind that that's exactly what will happen.
Summer at Grandfather's Perfectly Normal Manor (Distant Relative x Distant Relative)
Before last week, A and B, both privileged layabouts, had never heard of their first cousin once removed and his lovely wife who apparently live "just on the other side of London", but that didn't stop their parents from arranging a lovely journey to Paris for the summer without them. Before today, A and B had never heard of each other, either, which hardly helped when their coaches pulled up at nearly the same time before the wrought-iron gates of their grandfather's very country estate.
Of course, there are other things to worry about aside from the fact that they've never met each other. These things include but are not limited to: their grandfather who is always viciously drunk by the time that they're awake, the lack of all but two or three staff members to attend to the estate, strange howls in the woods at night, the denizens of the tiny pastoral village nearby whom all act very suspiciously, faces peeking out from between the trees, that white horse with a horn on its head that follows them right up until they get to the gate, and other such marvelous wonders that the two men will experience during their Summer at Grandfather's Perfectly Normal Manor.
(If it ain't clear, both A and B are adults, though the sort of coddled adult that has been raised with extreme wealth and privilege that comes with having excessively wealthy parents who have control over them.)
Science Fiction/Futuristic Plots
Endless Stars (Thief x Soldier of Fortune)
A very long time into the future, space travel has been perfected, and planets inside and outside of our solar system have been colonized. Humans have achieved contact with a variety of strange and wonderful alien races.
Across the galaxy, Soldier of Fortune is well-known for… Nothing, really. Hoping to change that, he has taken on a high-profile case to capture a fugitive, whom he has tracked to Europa. Everything is going well, and he's hot on the fugitive's trail, when he has a chance run-in with an alien, who bumps into him, apologizes, goes on his way.
It's only minutes later that he realizes one of his important belongings have been pinched-- a keepsake or, perhaps less-cliché-y, the keys to his ship. He goes after the thief, and after a long chase, manages to catch him and retrieve the thing that was stolen.
However, this has put him off schedule-- he returns to the trail of the fugitive just in time to see him board a vessel to a far-off planet.
Feeling extremely put-off by this turn of events, the Soldier of Fortune goes off in search of the thief that ruined his plans and 'recruits' him as an assistant in finding his quarry again.
(This plot will require a lot of worldbuilding. Be prepared for that if you are interested!)
Dominion (Human Pet x Vampire)
Centuries ago, vampires were thought of as nothing more than a myth at most, a fantasy at best. A creature of horror movies and video games and trashy YA novels, something that didn't, couldn't possibly exist.
Until they declared war on all of humanity.
And when that happened, it was only a matter of time until the creatures of the night took over.
The year is 2xxx, and humans have been slaves for as long as anyone can remember. Their history has been all but lost, and what shreds remain of it has been twisted, rewritten to place their supreme overlords, vampires, as the heroes. At best, humans are pampered pets of vampires, bred and raised and entered in competitions like pedigreed dogs, or kept as trusted servants, clinging to the desperate hope that one day they, too, may join the ranks of their absolute masters. At worst, they're forced to slave their days away in camps, having their blood taken by great machines in the night, or dwelling in the filth of sewers far beneath the cities, living like vermin and killed on sight. But whatever their place, every human swiftly learns that in this vampire-controlled world, they are utterly disposable.
By and large, vampires enjoy their rule over the world. Or, most of them do, anyway. There are a scant few of them who consider what the world has become to be a violation of the natural order… And they are considered just as dangerous as rogue humans to the vampires who consider their dominion over humanity to be sacrosanct.
Contraband (Smuggler x Crime Lord)
In the future, various species of alien eggs are an extremely valuable (and extremely illegal) commodity. And yet somehow, despite the efforts being made to control the trade, they keep ending up getting through customs. How? It turns out that a womb is the perfect place to hide these eggs without anyone suspecting a thing. One such smuggler is the go-to guy for getting eggs to fabulously wealthy clients who use the creatures inside of him as delicacies, raw material for scientific development... Any purpose you can think of, really. But on one particular job he gets far more than she bargained for when his belly proves to be the perfect incubator for the eggs inside him and they begin to hatch at the least opportune moment...
This is just a concept I thought was fun-- admittedly it is self-indulgent and trashy, but I can be a sicko sometimes as a TREAT. I'd love to explore this more. Perhaps he pisses off someone rich and particularly powerful by botching the job and they decide to take HIM as a payment? I'm not sure. Lots of ways to go with it though, and I'd love to brainstorm it.
Horror???????? Ish?????
Jalousie Cove (??????? x ???????) (Craving right meow)
Along the west coast of the United States, somewhere between Los Angeles and Seattle, there is an unmarked road leading off of U.S. Route 101. There is a solitary gas station there, an entrance back onto the highway, and, a mile or two in-land, a road leading off of the street into the woods. The pavement is cracked, there is no sign indicating what lays down this path, and you wouldn't be able to find it on any map. There is a reason for this. Do not follow this road. Do not look at this road. Do not consider going down this road. Put it out of your mind, turn around, get back on 101, and in minutes you will forget that it exists or that you ever saw it.
If, for some reason, you decide to follow the road, you will end driving along it for a long time. No matter what time it is that you start down the road, even if your car breaks down and you need to walk, it will be twilight by the time you reach the sun-faded sign at the top of the hill. It's an old sign, looks like it hasn't been touched up since the 50's or 60's, and upon it is an old, hand-painted mural of a beach at sunset.
"Welcome to Jalousie Cove", it says, in sprawling text.
If you turn back now, you'll be back by the gas station within ten minutes.
If you continue onward, you will never see that gas station again.
Beyond the hill lies a valley, and in the valley is a small coastal city. There is a tiny harbor with a scant few sailboats in it, and rows of streets containing buildings that appear to be from various decades. It is an idyllic little place, ignoring the singular grey stormcloud moving with great speed above one of the streets, and if you pass the sign, you will be compelled to drive down into it.
Halfway along the road, if your car didn't fail yet, it will break down, and you will be forced to walk. There are train tracks immediately before the entrance to the town, and the post nearby them will be flashing continually, but there is no sign that a train is coming. Abruptly after crossing the tracks, it will arrive with great speed, and a couple with their child will get off onto the platform.
None of the people who get off the train have a complete face-- one woman has no eyes, and her nose starts abruptly below her dark bangs. She holds the hand of a man with yellow teeth who breathes through his mouth, because there is no indication that his face ever had a nose upon it. Their child has twice as many of the things her parents are lacking. You do not allow your gaze to linger on this family as they walk onto the street and past you. If you do not notice them, perhaps they won't notice you, and that is something you desire greatly.
You hasten your steps to get into town, because it is growing dark now, and when you turn back to look the way you came, you will notice that there is no longer a gap in the trees near the billboard, indicating that a road has ever led out of them.
The billboard, as well, seems to have turned around, and the faded painting upon it seems to mockingly bear down on you.
"Welcome to Jalousie Cove", it says, in sprawling text. And, under that, "Enjoy your stay." -
This is where I put characters I'm wanting to play, but don't necessarily have a prebuilt plot for!
Rourke Volkov | "Wanna go for a ride?"
As the eldest child of an extremely wealthy and influential business magnate with ties to the Russian mafia, Rourke has had high expectations placed on his shoulders since the day he was born. Unfortunately, he has failed to meet many of them— most egregriously of all, by being born female when his father desired a son. This specific biological fact is a highly-guarded secret known only to the most immediate of family members, and Rourke has lived his entire life as male, having begun an extremely under-the-table medical transition immediately at the onset of puberty.
Despite his father's desperate attempts to control him and steer him toward respectable hobbies and interests, his rebellion has come in the form of resisting nearly all of it. While very gifted academically, he has never applied his intelligence to anything worthwhile in favor of making ill-advised and risky decisions in search of some degree of stimulation for his overactive mind. He is an adrenaline junkie. He likes fast cars, he likes to fight and, most embarrassingly of all to his father, he likes men— an interest he continues to indulge with little discretion in spite of his arranged betrothal to a woman from another equally powerful family, whom despises him as much as he despises her.
... And did I mention he's a werewolf?
This is my newest character who, upon making him, I immediately fell in love with. Some of his backstory may seem a bit dated or odd, but that's intentional, because the storyline he was made for takes place in the mid-80s, baby! I may be open to updating him to a more modern time period if absolutely required, but that would take some convincing honestly, because so many elements of his backstory and character are tied into a very tumultuous point in time. It would honestly be easier for me to remove the fact he's a werewoof, lmao.
Anyway, just for a few ideas:
- We could capitalize on the whole werewolf thing by adding vampires into the mix. Always fun.
- The ever popular ~kidnapping plot~ in which he is snagged by a member of a rival criminal organization.
- He could run afoul of a hunter of werewolves or other supernatural entities?
- An encounter with a rival werewolf?!
Khoury | "You don't understand what you're up against."
Even in a golden age of piracy, there are captains and crews so successful that their name has become synonymous with legend. And even among legends, there are those who stand at the top. Such is the case of The Immortal Captain Khoury Khattai, of whom the tales of preternatural skill and ability have been told for nigh-on a century. Over the years, as his story (and even his very identity as a member of a particularly marginalized race) has faded into obscurity, many pirates have assumed his name and mantle, and have assumed that he had long since died, as well. They were wrong.
-Slaps Khoury- This bad boy can fit so much worldbuilding inside of him! I have an intensive amount of backstory for him, as well as for his race, which factors a huge amount into his story. I... Do not have the space to get into it here, but if you are interested, boy am I ready to bombard you with info, lmfao. As is customary, here are some ~ideas~.
- He could run into an old (ancient?) rival?
- An ~impostor~ pirate using his name could attack his ship?
- Literally anything that you can use pirates or high seas/high skies travel in. I can make him fit.
Vienne | "Anything for the right price."
Unscrupulous and self-serving are the two words which describe Vienne best. An accomplished alchemist, he can provide one with anything they might want, from simple healing tinctures to outlawed substances-- and a great many things in between. Belonging to a race which draws heritage from the legendary kirin, he is afflicted by a sense of unearned superiority, and it is his sharp tongue, rather than his shady dealings, which tends to land him in trouble and force a premature exit from whichever locale he has decided to set up shop in.
This character is one I've been thinking about for a little bit. I've gotten to play him a couple times in various RPs which have fallen through, and have, as a result, gotten a bit attached to him, lmao. He's fun! So, as is Tradition, I have a few little ideas for him (in addition to his place in a couple of plots in the plot tab where he fits in)
- He could end up setting up shop in a locale where his business is unwelcome and have a run-in with competition
- His unique skill in chemistry could precede him and attract the attention of a wealthy patron.
- Having really bombed a deal and needing to get out of town fast, he could throw in his lot with someone even more unscrupulous than himself in exchange for safety and end up in an unpleasant situation.
- Or anything else. I'm definitely up to plot things out!
Solis | "This is my domain."
For centuries, explorers have avoided the vast jungle known colloquially as The Tempest. Pelted by constant storms, it is considered a deeply inhospitable place, but it is not the weather, nor the strange and dangerous fauna, which provide the biggest threat toward the unwary adventurer: it is the naga, who have made this endless forest their kingdom. Few have encountered them and survived to tell the tale.
The youngest of seven princes, Solis has grown up wanting for nothing, and it has made him eager for diversion. For any who unfortunately becomes lost in these woods, keeping him entertained might present the best chance of survival-- but only just.
I have had this boy for quite a long time (I commissioned that art nigh-on ten years ago, lmao), and had only scant few opportunities to play him, what with his Unusual Anatomy™. If you're keen on monster boys, I'd love the opportunity to do so again. The little flavor text up there sets a scene, but the setting is negotiable if you have something in mind. As for prompts...
- He could discover a Lost Explorer, and offer protection in exchange for knowledge of the outside world (he's so bored).
- He could be captured by an outsider!
- If you wanna get taboo about it, I'd absolutely be down to play some sort of War-for-Inheritance-of-the-Throne within the family, lmao.
- Your ideas! I'm open to about anything.
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If something isn't on this list that you are interested in, please ask about it. I left a great amount of things off of it that I did not anticipate I would run into with the type of search I'm doing.
As with everything else, context matters-- anything on my 'NO' list that is not simply unrealistic may be viable in an RP, if framed the correct way.
Regarding Anal stuff: I'm just not really into it. I'll write it, but it does nothing for me and I'm not super enthusiastic about it– so if it's something that you Really Love and need, I may not be the best partner for you! That may be a pain point for some of you. Sorry!
¹ Both playing as or playing against characters with them.Favorites Yes Maybe No Age Differences
Androgyny
Biting
Breeding
Clit Play
Dubious Consent
Extreme Tightness
Fear
Fingering (Vaginal)
Gaping (Vaginal)
Impregnation
Lactation
Large Breasts ¹
Light / Medium Bondage
Male Pregnancy
May-December Romances
Multiple Characters
Non-human characters (includes Zoophilia)
Nonbinary
Nonconsensual
Oviposition
Pregnancy
Pregnancy as Control ²
Risk of Pregnancy
Roughness
Sex Toys
Size DIFFERENCES
Small Breasts ¹
Story Driven
Transgender Characters
Vaginal Sex (Receiving)
Vaginal VirginityBegging
Birthing
Blindfolds
Clothed Sex
Consensual
Crying
Cum Inflation (Light / Medium)
Degradation
Double Penetration
Face-Sitting
Foreplay
Gangbangs
Kidnapping
Leash & Collar
Master / Slave
Medical Fetish
Multiple Orgasms
Nonsexual Roleplay
Oral Sex (Giving)
Oral Sex (Receiving)
Oviposition
Pleasure Control / Denial
Roleplay within RP
Sadism / Masochism
Sexual Exhaustion
Sexual Frustration
Sexual Pain
Small Breasts
Tailsex
Vanilla Sex
Violence
Weapon PlayAbrasions
Abuse
Amputees
Anal Sex (Receiving)
Anal Training
Anal Virginity
Anthro Characters
Bad Ends
Barbed Cocks
Breath Control
Cock / Balls Worship
Cock Warming
Emetophilia
Face-Fucking
Fingering (Anal)
Genital Torture
Gore
Heavy / Extreme Bondage
Immobilization (Bondage)
Impalement
Incest (Parental) ³
Incest (Siblings) ³
Living Insertions
Menses
Nonsexual Pain
Omegaverse ⁴
Orgasm Control / Denial
Piercing
Sex Driven
Vaginal Fisting
Vaginal Prolapse
WatersportsAhegao
All the Way Through
Alternative Pregnancy
Anal Fisting
Anal Prolapse
Anal Sex (Giving)
Ass to Mouth
Branding
Castration
Cervical Penetration
Cock / Ball Smothering
Cock Slapping
Cum Bath
Dental Torture
Emasculation
Execution / Murder
Extreme Pregnancy
Filth
Foreskin Worship
Gaping (Anal)
Gender Transformation
Hard Cum Facials
Hyper Anything
Infantilism
Macrophilia
Mutilation
Nipple Penetration
Non-Standard Penetration
Nonsexual Torture
Slapping (in a sexual context)
Unintelligent Characters ⁵
Vore
² To elaborate: I adore incoporating pregnancy into my roleplays because of the conflict it invites. The unprecedented level of control it gives a dominant? The unprecedented lack of control it bestows upon the submissive? The way it shifts the entire power dynamic— should the submissive just give in for the safety of the child; or, are they unable to resist as much, exhausted as they are from the unwilling changes they're experiencing in a body they no longer have control over? Will the dominant be inclined to be more gentle towards the submissive now that they've cemented their ownership in such a concrete way; or will they seek to reinforce it for fear of what the submissive might do out of desperation? Simply exquisite.
³ I really have no problem at all with doing incest in my roleplays. The problem comes when people come to me with a bare-bones plot that has little substance aside from "dad x son, the mom died and the dad seeks comfort in his son" or something. I need more than that-- WAY more than that. Give me a compelling storyline and a plot, because this is not a kink that can carry a roleplay for me. If you are looking for something like what I listed, I am not your guy.
⁴ This is a 'maybe' as in, 'maybe someone will be interested in doing this my way'. My 'interpretation' of the "omegaverse" I play is Very Different from how it usually is— practically unrecognizable, in fact. I trimmed away much of the gender essentialism and the weird infantalizing things (ie- nesting), for one, because that makes me extremely uncomfortable and I don't care to explore a watered down Handmaid's Tale But Gay when political circumstances as of late are threatening to make that a reality and I use fiction as an escape, lmao.
⁵ By this I don't mean like, himbos or whatever. Love those guys. But I don't want to fetishize intellectual disability, for example.
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And here is the tab for my writing samples. I don't tend to really ask for them on my own, but it's in vogue now to request them, so I thought to go ahead and add some here.
I also have stuff from other RPs. Since they are EXTREMELY LONG, I went ahead and added them behind spoiler tags.
Fantasy | Dialogue-heavy | Exposition | Multiple Character Interaction
"Please— I would not ask anything of you. You are a guest here," Sian had said, raising a hand to stave off any argument. Just as quickly, he had already changed the subject.
"So, you enjoy reading?" He asked, and that little commonality with the young man was really all it took to earn his favor. With an easy smile, he lifted up his satchel once more, offering it to the prince. "If you see anything inside which interests you, feel free to borrow it... Ah, though many of those are written in Ancestor, which I gather you're unfamiliar with."
He referred, of course, to the unique written language utilized by cubs and those unable to transform into a two-legged shape, which consisted of a great variety of symbols and markings which could easily be made with paw and claw. All of the books of that type were printed upon a much thicker vellum, which made them more durable when being read by those who did not have the fine dexterity that a pair of hands presented.
"... I have many more books in the common language as well, of course— they may be to your taste." He turned, then, waving his hand, bidding Silas to follow, and they walked down the opposite corridor to where the family bedchamber was. There was a room to the left which consisted of a desk beside a window, and a simple bookshelf which leaned under the weight of an enormous variety of books from all over the world.
"Nima brought me most of these home from the bazaar," Sian said, fondly, reaching up to pick one of them off the shelf, paging through it. "Most of the books we own are imported from other lands— but I consider that a blessing, in truth. It allows us to broaden our perspective on the world and others who may be unlike us."
"Baba!" Shirin said, leaping from his shoulder and to the top of the bookshelf, reaching over to paw at the books on the top row. "I just remembered— Silas asked me earlier what I wanted to be when I was older. I said I wanted to be like Dorien Allister, but when I tried to talk about him, I couldn't remember the word you taught us in the common language, his— his job, aside from a traveler?"
"Is it 'magician', my dear?" Sian asked, and smiled at the cub's excited nodding. He pulled a book from a mismatched set kept on the highest shelf, paging through it. "I read some of the entries from this volume to the class one day, and Shirin was particularly taken with it, it seems. I had to read all of them to her at bedtime for months afterward. Have you read any of them? Ah, but what a silly question— from a place as well-read as the Empire, you must have."
He shelved the book, pulling out another, newer one, in a fine leather cover. "Nima was able to procure me this newest release shortly before he last worked in the bazaar. Have you had a chance to read it yet? It's a bit different from his usual writing— rather than a general memoir like the others, it's full of stories about mystical ailments that he was asked to assist with. Some truly interesting things can happen when magic is misused; there's a certain story in there about a baron whose shadow began to display new phantom appendages each day, until one night—"
Nima, having heard the tale before, and cognizant of a certain someone listening atop the bookshelf who was prone to nightmares after hearing scary stories, cleared his throat. Sian paused, glancing to him, at which point he noticed Shirin listening open-mouthed, and flushed.
"Ah," he said, suddenly sheepish. "I apologize, I may have gotten carried away. Here," he offered the book to Silas. "If you've not had a chance to read it yet, it's a fascinating book. And I'd be obliged to have someone to discuss it with. Nima shows endless patience picking them up for me and letting me talk about them, even if he doesn't particularly enjoy reading, himself."
Fantasy
When he had been a child, at a time when he had still been able to associate with people without a creeping, gnawing sort of terror, he had learned, through observation, that his hearing was sharper than anyone he had ever met. Nothing excessive, certainly not to the level of any creature like his horse, but enough that he might overhear conversation meant to be whispered between two friends across a road, perhaps.
And so, now that he had been alerted to the presence of someone or something lurking about, and now that he had closed his eyes, and now that he was listening intently, he heard, over the sound of the weather and the noise of the stream, things he might ought not to.
He heard someone sigh.
He heard the shuffling of fabric and of some manner of equipment, and the noise as it was set down somewhere not far away.
He heard the instant that steps meant to be concealed transformed into steps meant to be heard.
And then he heard— a voice.
It wasn't a voice that he recognized, but then again, very few were. He'd not made it a habit of talking to people of late, not when he could help it. Words, he had learned, meant little. And they meant less than even that now, a good thirty miles from the nearest settlement, and at least ten from the nearest road.
His eyes were open now, and they narrowed when he saw a shadow move at the periphery outside of his shelter. He wasn't sure what the intruder could see; even he, of small stature, had needed to double over to crawl into the hollow beneath the tree; huddled at the back as he was, and beneath his furs, he liked to hope that the outline of his figure was obscured.
He would like to keep it that way. And so he didn't move.
"If you're cold, you should retrieve your things and put them back on," he said at last, willing his voice to be steady. "And then you should go back the way you came."
With white knuckles, he gripped the handle of his knife harder. The fingertips of his other hand felt as if they might be lit ablaze.
Horror
Something was wrong.
It was strange, the way that the realization had suddenly come to him. He had been sitting at his desk, reading through another book on the art of summoning, when the thought had come to mind, suddenly and with an uncommon clarity.
I should begin to prepare Amelia's medicine.
And so he had stood up from the desk and, with an urgency he did not know the source of, moved into his laboratory, lighting the flame beneath the distiller as he had each night. In truth, he was not certain if the medicine could be prepared in advance or not; once he had figured out a method of preparation which had been successful, he had never changed it; why try to iterate upon something proven successful when the stakes were so high?
He would merely distill the liquid portion of the medicine for now, he decided– it could be allowed to cool, as had happened in the past when he had gotten distracted by Amelia in the process of preparing it. It did not become potent until the powdered quill was added to it.
And yet, it turned out that no sooner had he decided this then he heard frantic footsteps in the hallway, and his door was slammed open. He jumped, his heart racing, fearing for the briefest moment that the soldiers of the Empire had decided to come after him now that this hallway was unoccupied by any other than himself, but when he turned, he saw the prince, the panicked look upon his face.
"What–" He started, but then he saw the terror in the man's face, and knew immediately what was wrong even before Silas got the words out.
Amelia.
He nodded, turning to his equipment, uttering a silent, thankful prayer to the gods that he had thought to prepare it now. Pulling open the drawer with the powder, he measured it out, swiftly pouring it into the liquid portion, and then flew from the room, stirring it as he hurried along the hallway.
He prayed it was not too late.
The doors to their chambers had been left open, and when he saw as much, he felt himself fill with fear that Amelia had already been taken and fled the room. But as he approached, he saw her doubled over upon the floor, heard her quivering voice.
"FoRty-EIghT... fOrtY-nINe..."
It was not yet too late.
"Amelia, I'm here," he spoke quietly, kneeling beside her, placing a hand upon the small of her back. The skin beneath the silk of her dress undulated beneath his hand, and he grimaced. He should have come sooner. Waited at the end of the hallway, if need be...
"NiMA," she whimpered, and when she turned to face him, her eyes were red. "It huRTs..."
"I know, my dear. I'm so sorry. Let me get you into bed." With one hand, he lifted her up, holding her steady as he carried her to bed, setting her down gently atop the covers, propping her against the pillows.
He could see the fresh blood dribbling from her mouth, see the flash of sharpened teeth.
"My poor darling," he whispered. "Here, I'll help you drink," he held the cup before her, tilting it to her lips. Shaking, her hand came up, holding onto his forearm as she took gentle sips. He could feel the bloodied talons at the tips of her fingers pierce his flesh as she gripped him tight, but did not react, his thoughts only upon her.
When she finished the medicine, she yet clung to him, shaking, her eyes squeezed shut in pain. "Nima... I'm so so-sorry," she whispered. "It's l-late... Did Silas wake you? ... Oh no, p-poor Silas... I-I ruined the n-night..."
"It will be all right, my dear," he murmured. He set the cup aside, stroking her hair. "He came to get me." He glanced toward the doorway, looking for the prince. "... Worry not about such things. It will be all right."
He could feel her grip upon his arm beginning to weaken, and winced but barely as he felt the claws recede from his flesh. Blessedly, she did not seem to notice, her eyes already beginning to close. "Would you..." She whispered. "Would you sing to me?"
"Of course," he whispered. Holding her gently, he began to hum, quietly, whispering an old lullaby, finishing only when she had fallen once again into deep sleep.
"Thank you," he then spoke, glancing to Silas. Quietly, he rose from his chair, glancing down at his arm; his sleeve had soaked through with his blood, but he paid it no mind. "Had you not come and gotten me when you had..." He glanced to Amelia, a grim look upon his face, and shook his head. "... In the morning, she will not remember the changes she underwent; I would be unsurprised if she recalls little beyond collapsing." Despite himself, he smiled, looking to the prince. "I'm afraid that means that she will not remember what a hero you were to her, either. I'll be certain to tell her."
Supernatural Modern-ish Fantasy
For a moment he stared, the synapses in his brain taking a long time to switch gears from hyperfocusing on one interest to another. He realized, now, that what he had offered could be seen as pretty fuckin fruity, actually. No, he hadn't meant it that way, but.
Well.
He'd take it. He couldn't help but fixate on the man's lips, now shiny and wet, his cigarette hanging from them, and felt a throb in his core. Oh, damn it. He shouldn't get distracted. But at the same time—
He had never gotten with a hunter before. At least, not that he knew of.
And if this guy knew who he was he would have killed him already. Or, well, tried to. He had a feeling he'd gotten the jump on him, and unless he was also carrying a magnum, one loaded down with silver, he had to imagine that his chances, were they to fight, were pretty fuckin good.
But he could figure that out after some fun.
A lazy grin spread across his face. "Oh yeah, man, absolutely. You bet I do. Come on, let's go."
Finishing the rest of his soda, he tossed the bottle into a trash can and then slid into the driver seat, nodding toward the passenger door. It was only when he did that he spied the paper bag containing the undershirt of the man about to get into his car, and seized it from the floor, tossing it swiftly into the back seat. He doubted he would even recognize it, but it would be fucking weird if he did.
He lit himself another cigarette and then turned the ignition on, exhaling happily at the sound of the engine sparking to life, its low rumble as it idled.
"Dude, you ever been in a car with a V12 engine before?" He asked, peeking up to spy him in the rearview when he sat down. He hoped the answer was no. If he had his tail right now, it would be wagging. "This baby goes so fast. It gets up to 60 in five seconds. I gotta show you, okay. You'll love it. Hey, buckle your seatbelt."
But he waited less than a second from issuing the warning before putting it in reverse, slamming his foot on the accelerator. The car bucked backwards in a wide arc, and then he switched it to drive, peeling out of the parking lot toward the on-ramp to IL 83, cackling the entire time.
Porn, lol (Light femdom?)
Amelia could feel her own heart beginning to race. Each small reaction of his— each little gasp, or moan, or whimper— filled her with a feeling that she could never begin to describe. It was not arousal— or rather, it was, partially, arousal, but it was a great many other things, separately and all at once.
Just a few moments ago, when he had used his mouth upon her, she had never known she could feel such a way. In that same vein, she had never known she could make anyone else feel the way that Silas now seemed to.
It was, put lightly, a very powerful sensation. She quite liked it.
His warning made her chuckle, and she shifted her head upon his shoulder, nuzzling against him. "It's all right with me if that is what you would prefer," she whispered, directly into his ear– following it up with the gentlest possible bite. And at his request, then, she felt her cheeks turn scarlet, felt a heat unlike any she had experienced yet fill her chest.
"Would you permit me release, my love? Will it please you to watch?"
Oh, why did something so innocuous make her feel so strongly?
"It would," she murmured. She shifted her position again, so that she might look at his face or at his body equally, and shifted her arms. Mindful of the length of her nails, she shifted her hand at his sex once more, fingers ghosting out before dipping back inside of him. With her thumb, she gently teased his clit, and with her other hand, she adjusted her grip, stroking his length exactly how he had showed her when he had moved her hand before.
As she did, she rested her head in the crook of his neck, reveling in the sound of each of his stilted breaths, at his every shift and movement. "Oh, Silas," she murmured into his ear. "Please, whenever you are ready." She hesitated, and then spoke, thinking to how he had asked her, a grin coming onto her lips.
"You have my permission, my love."
(Some of these samples have the same names in them. They'll never know that they're all from AUs of the same setting.)
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Look at him go!
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