Fx Male 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘴 (ɴsғᴡ)

[Ninon]

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.​ status ♦ open medium ♦ threads, PMs, Discord length ♦ 400 to 1200+ words​ timezone ♦ UTC+2 rhythm ♦ 1-3 replies a week​ 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎. ♦ My stories matter just as much as the porn element—there must be more than sex. ♦ Comfortable with first and third person; I write in both present and past tense.​ ♦ Seeking details and description: quality over quantity. ♦ Interested in engaging, well-thought-out dynamics. ♦ Communication is key—good writing starts with a real conversation. ♦ There has to be a genuine vibe between us - I don't RP with a robot. ♦ Brainstorming is essential; no RP will be launched in five minutes. Patience and world-building will be rewarded.​ ​ 𝒌 𝒊 𝒏 𝒌. ♥ incest, age-gaps, ddlg, ageplay, corruption/brainwashing, risky fun, teasing, public, free use, toxicity ♥ rough sex/hardcore, dom/sub dynamic, slapping/spanking, dirty talk, hair pulling, humiliation, degradation ♥ pet names, (hidden) affection, aftercare, orgasm control, exhibitionism, clothed sex, pet-play, toys ♥ zoo, lingerie/socks/tights, being shared consensual, dubcon & forced. must: main human characters ; be 16 years old minimum ; come with ideas of what you want I prefer to play each idea only once. ​ ​ 𝐥 𝐢 𝐦 𝐢 𝐭 𝐬. scat, sexual gore, vomit, vore, unrealistic sizes/anatomy, fisting, gaping, lactation, disabilities. if you don't see it: ask!​

THE ESCORT F x M incest, dubcon, sharing, cuckold​ Perhaps you're a single father down on his luck - served with an eviction notice and desperate. Perhaps you're simply an addict who needs some cocaine. You've lost your job and you're broke. Your buddies joke about the way your daughter "flirts" with them. You refuse to believe that your angel is capable of such promiscuity - except that she is nothing like you thought you knew her to be, because you had been such an absent father. What if the answer to all your problems has been right in front of you all along? What if... you could turn a blind eye? Leave them alone for a few hours while you run errands. Or wait in the living room and indulge in some football with a pint of beer. Pretend you don't know what's happening behind that bedroom door - but that's nearly impossible to avoid in the miserable shoebox apartment that you own. You can hear all of it; the bed creaking, the gagging, the moaning. Or would you prefer to stay and keep an eye on them, protect your little angel. That's your role after all, isn't it? Your baby girl has godsent beauty, a quality commodity in which you can utilise to make some easy money. You may be uncomfortable. But the times are tough. And tough times call for desperate measures. Perhaps you may even start feeling things you're not supposed to feel. You know you shouldn't be enjoying it this much. Yet, you find this inexplicable desire to advise her before each date, to help her get ready, to comfort her and press a kiss to her temple every time they've been too rough.​   THE COACH   F x M teacher/student, toxicity, dom/sub​ You used to be an Olympic champion - a household name that got people on the edge of their seats during the heydays of your career. Then, you suffered a torn shoulder due to one moment of reckless exertion. You never recovered your form ever since, and that got you placed you on the bench for good. When you finally accepted the fact that your competitive days are well and truly over, you rebuilt yourself as the coach who could turn long shots into contenders. You took in the awkward, the often overlooked, the ones plagued with anxieties, but possessed the will of iron and made stars out of them. But time dulls even the sharpest blades. Years stacked up, medals were ladened with dust and cobwebs, and the fire in your heart had fizzled. You stopped chasing potentials and grooming nationals; you stopped expecting greatness from your students. Everything changed once you were deemed antique by the new generation. You went from Olympic aquatics arena to a small-town public pool. The years that ensued were monotonous. Then one day, you watched a girl dive. Her entry is clean. When others rush, she practiced patience. She isn't flashy with her moves, opting instead for precision. She is hungry for success. Whenever you corrected her mistakes, she diligently absorbs and asks for more pointers. She reminded you of your younger self: focused, relentless. You found yourself rediscovering a certain fire that was igniting inside of you. Since then, practices with her got progressively longer, and you find yourself coming home later and later. People say you've found yourself a meaningful project. And they were right - you are suddenly inspired to make her an athlete. But it doesn't stop there - those weeks spent with your prodigy had made you grown excessively fond of everything that she is. So you endeavor to tighten the screws between you and her. You will make her stay when the other students are dismissed. You will shut the door to the pool, and begin grooming her to not just becoming an athlete, but into your faithful pet. (works with gymnastics, swimming, dancing and soccer).​

  

in the mood for...​ blacked/interracial​ In the throes of primal need, Where flesh meets flesh, raw and greed, Her cries echo, a symphony, Of pleasure and pain, a twisted decree. His hands, dark and demanding, Claim her body, leaving no space, For thought or restraint, just the claiming, Of her will, in this brutal embrace. Humiliation, a bitter pill, Swallowed deep, as she yields, To his power, his dominance, In this dance of dark, carnal thrills.​

    

in the mood for...​ incest/ageplay/ddlg​ In the dim light of a secret room, Where ageplay and incest bloom, A father's grip, a daughter's bloom, Bound by flesh, a dark perfume. Her whimpers soft, a delicate sound, As his hands roam, her body bound, In this dance of taboo, they drown, Where innocence is torn and crowned. "Let me be your daddy, strong and wrong, In this world where right and wrong are throng." Incest's thrill, a dangerous flame, Burns in their veins, a wild, dark game, Where taboo and passion, all the same, Create a bond, a twisted fame. Her cries of pleasure, a wild, raw sound, As he takes her, deep and profound, In this realm of twisted ground, Where only they can truly wound.​

    

I have no idea.​ synopsis​ COME AS YOU ARE (EVEN BETTER WITH IDEAS AND SUGGESTIONS)​