❝ 𝐼𝑛𝑘-𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ❞

[Persephone]

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【 T L D R 】 F Seeking M | Threads or PMs | Literate-Advanced | 3rd Person | Story-Driven Real Life Stuff ROLEPLAYING STUFF PREFERENCES GENDER: Female LOCALE: Central AGE: Wouldn't you like to know Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Species: Depends on the RP 3rd Person Past Tense Gimme some plot, please! 【 THE ABOUT 】 ❝ The Theatrical ❞ She Had Always Been Looking for Him... A search for Hades. A yearning for the shadows. A heart ready to be claimed. Persephone had always known the type of story she was meant for. Not the sunny kind—despite the name she bore. Not the sort where everything ended with roses blooming and vows exchanged beneath a springtime sky. No, her soul had long since leaned into something older, darker, and far more consuming. A tale of descent. Of surrender. Of duality. Of devotion not born of chains—but of choice. She had been searching for him. Quietly, patiently, though her hope had weathered at the edges over the years. He had taken many names in her mind. Hades. Lord. Stranger. Lover. He could have been many things—an immortal cloaked in shadow, or simply a man with hands that knew how to hold something precious without crushing it. A man who understood what it meant to see her for who she was beneath the mask of light. For some time, she had wandered among echoes. Beautiful conversations, promising connections… but none that kept her. None that felt like home. And she—always polite, ever gracious—had moved on. Yet the ache remained. She still hoped. ❝ The Realistic ❞ I am a mature female—old enough to know better, young enough to still think it enticing. My writing style is firmly rooted in third-person past tense narrative, and I rarely stray from that. I prefer the flow and permanence of threads, but I'm more than willing to write via private messages if that's more comfortable for a potential partner. I'm easy to chat with, prone to rambling and oversharing between posts, and always happy to brainstorm. My favourite genres include historical, supernatural, fantasy, modern slice of life, and a handful of others that catch my muse's fancy. My posting speed is… let's call it temperamental. I suffer from the occasional bout of Fickle Muse Syndrome, but with good communication and a strong story hook, I can reply more than once a week—and in certain rare bursts of inspiration, several times a day. I'm fond of age gaps, obsessive dynamics, and those gloriously toxic relationships that we'd never entertain in reality but can't help exploring on the page. 【 WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR 】 ᯓ✿ I am seeking a male writer, ideally someone of a similar age and style, though credentials are secondary to chemistry. Someone unafraid of characters with depth. Of the desires of the characters they portray. Of the darkness that comes, in the tales woven, that are not with cruelty, but with power held gently between palms. ᯓ✿ I would rather have quality over quantity; therefore, I never place limits or expectations on how long a post should be. Written with feeling and the story in mind, not with word count, please. ᯓ✿ As far as where said tales should be woven, I do admit to enjoying threads within the subforums, but I am nay opposed to writing via private messages should that be a more comfortable place for a potential writing partner. ᯓ✿ While I, myself, lean toward character-driven stories with a blend of romance, tension, and a bit of drama, I am nay opposed to darker themes if handled with mutual consent and boundaries are respected. ᯓ✿ I am partial to a bit of Out of Character Communication, as it is often a wonderful means for plotting, brainstorming, or clarifying boundaries. I do enjoy a bit of chit-chat whilst doing a bit of plotting, so I welcome the OOC, but also am respectful of those who are nay so chatty. ᯓ✿ As far as pacing, I place no time frame on replies, as I know that sometimes life can get in the way of writing and posting said words. I, too, am a victim of time and the unexpected that goes with this world we live in, so write and post when time allows, as I will do the same. 【 THE YAY'S & NAY'S 】 — LOVES —​ — YES —​ — NOS—​ Um, Yes, Please... Bratting Dominance & Submission (D/s) Spanking: Hand, Belt, Flogger, or Paddle Hair pulling Slapping (more body than the face... sometimes) Wax play Temperature play Begging Choking/breath play Scratching/biting Clothed sex/teasing Praise kink Corruption kink Orgasm control/denial Edging Forced orgasms Bondage/Restraint play (light to heavy) Gagging (verbal, mostly, possible silk, no ballgag, sorry) Public play/hidden control Phallus worship Anal training/play Face-fucking / breath control Forced orgasms Public risk play Pain as devotion Exhibitionism/voyeurism (kind of the above listed, but more specifically not hidden) The Maybe's Age play Teacher/student, boss/secretary, stranger, etc. Protocol play Fear play Mindfuck scenes Monster/hybrid or non-human dominance Rough anal or DP with toys Biting/marking as claim (marks on the thighs or breasts.) Face sitting (possible in some scenes) Aftercare rituals Subspace & domspace exploration Emotional vulnerability kink Loving dominance Clothing & Ritual – Undressing her like a ceremony. Sleepy/Submissive Sex Hard No's Diapers Gaping of any orifice Bathroom Business 【 A FEW IDEAS 】 A Hades and Persephone Story Myth-inspired or modern, dark fantasy or ancient throne rooms—she seeks the tale of the god who takes and the goddess who chooses. He does not need to be a monster. He does not need to be kind. But he must see her—and once he does, he cannot look away. "Sanctified" She took her vows to escape the world, to silence temptation—but the parish priest seems to take too much interest in her self-imposed suffering. He offers guidance… then warmth… then touches that blur the line between comfort and confession. Is it possession he seeks? Or redemption? "Cadence" A rising star in the conservatory, she plays with aching passion and flawless technique. The older conductor sees her not just as a prodigy, but a muse. He begins moulding her for the spotlight... and for himself. But at what point does mentorship become obsession? "Marked in Margin Notes" She quotes his essays back to him. Shows up at office hours just a little too often. At first, he thinks she's simply brilliant. But soon, he sees something darker in her gaze—something familiar. Has he seduced her… or is he the one being hunted? "The Tumble and the Fall" She's disciplined, focused, and one routine away from national glory. Her coach? A stern, magnetic figure who's been in her life for years. There's history between them—unspoken things. And now that she's of age, everything feels like it's shifting. 【 CONCLUSION 】 If you think you might be the Hades to my Persephone, please don't hesitate to send a message. She does not bite—unless asked. Let us build something together that lingers long after the thread ends. — Persephone

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