Fx Male Updated 7/20 - LF writers who like plot and smut [NSFW images]

[GildedDragonfly]

Updated 7/20/2020

Please read the rules before reaching out to me. The first two rules are extremely important. If anything in my request thread is unclear or you have questions, I am happy to answer them.


The thread is currently a WIP and being updated as I go.


Introduction
Though Blue Moon is my most recently chosen platform, I've been role-playing for over 15 years in various formats. I play both male and female characters of varying temperaments. Tomboys, femboys, masculine males, feminine females, etc. If I find the story appealing, I will likely find a way to create a character I like for the story.

I adore collaboration and communication. If you bring a beloved plot-in-a-box idea to me, I will likely find a twist and change things up for both of us. I am also perfectly fine starting with a base concept, pairing, or a singular starting point if I'm writing a proper story-driven RP.



What's a plot-in-a-box? Sometimes it's a story that doesn't have a home because you never got a chance to RP it, but sometimes it's a story with enough established plot points to fill out a story diagram.

I.E. 'YC is this, MC is that. We meet on a moonlit night under a rose bush and declare love at first sight. But, OH NO, YC is already engaged and MC returns back home to discover he's been promised to a new (insert trope) fiancee! So they run away together, but YC gets kidnapped so MC has to make a pact with--' -- You get the idea.

If it's a story that you want to see if I would enjoy, but would prefer that no changes are made to the plot points or scenario, please explicitly say that you want to know if I'd want to RP it as-is. It wouldn't be the first time that's happened.



Posting Schedule? I am mostly able to post between 5 PM-midnight Central Time, but I can sometimes sneak in responses earlier or later depending on how busy my day is. Weekends the hours vary wildly due to no work and a messy sleep schedule.

I only seek out new RPs when I have the chance to respond to posts quicker, it helps get the world-building set so we can get to the meaty goodness. So chances are if you're reading this and I've recently bumped it, that means I'm in a situation where my foreseeable future allows me the time to RP.

My posting schedule flexes between 1-3 days, I do aim to respond within 24 hours but sometimes life and work doesn't allow for responses. I am not a rapid-fire poster. Nor will I ever claim to be, but if I am able to post more than once a day, I will.

I feel like this should go without saying, but please do not harass me for posts.

It's one thing to make sure I'm still interested or if everything is alright if it's been a few days, but I've legitimately had people flat out tell me I should post faster even if I had already responded a few times to their RP earlier that day due to having extra time (1-3 hour delays)

Overall...sometimes I'm faster, sometimes I'm slower. I tend to respond to OOC messages as soon as I see them thanks to email notifications, but I might not write a response IC immediately.



Absences? They happen. I try to let people know, but it doesn't always work out that way. I try to be considerate of people having unforeseen issues with availability and I expect the same consideration in return.

On the flip side, if you disappear without a word and come back after a few months wanting to continue or RP a different story, I won't be mad. Shoot me a message when you're back.



Rules

* NO OOC PLAY - I find it extremely offputting when someone emotes against me directly. I'm here to write a story with you, not be your kitten.
* Third Person only, please. - I would appreciate it if you don't say "I" or "you" when referring to our characters. A slip-up is fine, but it is very difficult for me to roleplay against someone using first-person pronouns.
* Past tense preferred - I mostly prefer to write in the past tense, so it is easier if my partner writes in the past tense.
* On-site RP only. No discord, no email, no messengers.
* Who you are behind the keyboard does not matter to me. M/F/H/T/Unicorn
* Teamwork is crucial. Please don't make me do all of the 'heavy lifting' in a role play OR in world-building.
* I would like to know if people actually read the rules anymore.
* Bigger isn't always better. Sometimes posts will be 600+ words, other times they'll be 200+. I always aim to give my partners a post that has plenty to respond to, but I don't like to force or assume actions on behalf of another character.
* Writing is like the tides of the ocean as they ebb and flow. Sometimes I save good ideas for a later post because I believe they will be more impactful that way.


Settings

I'm all for world-building and making things unique, but we don't need to include everything except the kitchen sink in our RPs.

* Apocalyptic
* Dystopian
* Fantasy
* Futuristic
* Medieval
* Modern
* Modern Fantasy


Kinks

This is, for all intents and purposes, a "wish list". For the long version, please see my F-List. Not all of these are required in an RP.

I do not play MILFs or older sisters.

If I had a nickel for every time someone messaged me asking me if I'd RP their mom or older sibling despite this like being on my list since I made this thread, I'd have at least $10 of nickels! Nobody wants $10 worth of nickels!

Likes:
* Age Differences
* Ageplay
* Big vs small (taller guys vs shorter gals, humans vs halfling chicks, etc)
* Choking
* Consensual
* DD/lg
* Dominant Partners - my ladies have wills of their own, but I love watching them get taught who is in charge.
* Dub-Con
* Fight for dominance
* Forced prostitution
* Humanoids (Gods, Demi-Gods, Angels, Demons, etc)
* Intelligent Partners
* Kidnapping
* Manipulation
* Messy Sex
* Mirrors - MC being forced to watch herself
* Non-Con
* Older Male vs Younger Female - or close in age to each other. I've been seeing a lot of requests to play someone's mom lately and I'm NOT into that.
* Pregnancy (and risk)
* Romance
* Stockholm Syndrome
* Vampires

Not Right Now:
* Incest
* Super Heroes

Dislikes:
* Being asked to RP someone's older sister or mom by someone who's supposedly read my request thread.
* Gore
* Potty stuff
* Vore

Pairings, examples of writing (in the form of starters abandoned by my partners), and scenarios are in the second post.

 

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Pairings (YC x MC)

Best Friend’s Dad x Teenager
Bodyguard x Woman he's paid to protect
Celebrity x Groupie/Fan/Wanna-be Celeb
Conquering Warlord/Prince x Spoils of War
Driver x Hitchhiker
Knight x Princess
Master x Servant/Slave
New Husband x Wife (arranged marriage)
Pirate x Captive
Prison Warden x Inmate
Professional Porn Star x Amateur
Strict Country Cop x Spoiled Rich Girl
Step Father x Step Daughter
Werewolf/Human x Werewolf/Human


Mostly Short Term Scenarios

These are minimalistic due to my love of collaboration. Most of these are not longer term plots but please don't mistake that for my not liking plots in my RP. I simply prefer to collaborate a plot based off an idea made together. If anything sparks an interest let me know!

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A Hundred Years - Vampires, any setting

"Would you be able to love me for a hundred years?" Is the question that starts it all as a mortal is offered eternal life.


Adult Fairy Tales - Any Setting

Beauty and the Beast, Red Riding Hood, Alice in Wonderland, etc.


Anastasia

Yes, that Anastasia. An adult version of the plot. This does not have to follow the movie plot point


Cutting a Deal - Maybe Modern?

A debt needs to be repaid by YC, either a real one or one that is faked. A company approaches him and tells him that he has to repay the massive debt by spending time as the companion of the rebellious daughter of the CEO.


Guidance Counselor - School
A school employee gives a student some guidance in the ways of love. Or just sex.


His Rival’s Daughter - Any setting

MC is the daughter of YC’s former business partner. Her father recently just passed away and this leaves the daughter, the spitting image of her mother, all alone in the world and YC in a unique position to take her under his wing.


In the Guest Room - Any setting

A friend of the family, an in-law, a relative’s boss… YC is sleeping in the guest room and MC can't stop thinking about him.


The Hitchhiker - Any setting

Anything to get out of town.


The Tourist - Modern

MC is a tourist in a foreign country. This one could go one of many ways.


The Trembling Secret - Any setting

YC can be in any position of power above MC. Master x Slave, Teacher x Student, Boss x Employee, Step-father x Step-daughter, etc. Nobody knows they’re hooking up and they’ve got to keep in that way. The rough, thigh-quivering sex they have might make that a bit difficult, however.


The Wrong Room - Modern

Many ways this one can play out. Someone is erroneously given access to a hotel room that’s not theirs or perhaps they knock on the wrong door at a hotel.


Thief in the Night - Any setting

Either YC is a thief who breaks into the house of an unsuspecting lady, or MC is a thief who bites off more than she can chew.


Witch Without Hope - Medieval

MC has been accused of witchcraft. YC can either use her while she’s in captivity or he can help her escape.

Wounded - Any setting

YC is found wounded, he's a dangerous man who kills for a living. MC takes him into her father's home to help him heal, it just so happens that she is the daughter of his current mark. (Alternatively, she's a servant and unwittingly instrumental to getting him closer to his mark)

Starters Without a Home

Ideas abandoned by previous partners.

Street Rat -- Tomboy, magic exists, medieval

She had been homeless as long as she could remember, one of her very first memories was her clutching her soiled dress tight about her as the cold night set in around her and she stooped in the alleyway. It hadn’t been a particularly kind life for her. Her arms had their fair share of damage and scars marked their length. Between the twisted betrayal of people she had once called 'friend' and the brutality of those who claimed to enforce the law, Effie survived quite a bit. Her left hand drew into a ball and she popped her knuckles against the palm of her other hand in an attempt to limber it up, one of her fingers still getting accustomed to being outside of a splint.

The market was too hot to touch, the recent arrival of a healthy caravan seeing the area more heavily guarded than in the past. Drunks were an easy mark for her, though they were hardly ever worth the trouble. Eating, however, was a necessity in life. Her blue eyes glanced to the nearest window, an aide in seeing the coming crowd.

Everything about her attire was meant to outwardly look boyish, though her sandy blonde hair was kept a bit longer than a boy’s rightfully should. She tilted her head down and ensured most of her hair was properly housed in the bonnet of the mottled knit cap she wore before she turned the corner of the alley. Other girls her age, even the poorer ones, would wear dresses dyed all manner of colors while she only chose to wear brown trousers and a fading coat that looked as if it had once belonged to a man much larger than her.

Almost as soon as she rounded the corner she bumped right into a man, one of her hands seeking to push him away while the other touched the large pouch that practically begged for her attention. She kept rocks of various sizes in her pack for just this particular circumstance, each one enchanted with some base form of magic that allowed it to switch places with objects upon the caster’s will. It was a primitive and easy spell, but it worked quite well for her purposes. “Hey!” She shouted up at him and her jaw jutted out slightly, “Watch where you’re going, old man!” She intentionally lowered her voice to seem more boyish and she allowed it to crack slightly. “Should whomp you one good.” The threat was called over her shoulder as she retreated and straightened her jacket. She was confident in her magic ability, that she had whatever was in that pouch in her own pack now.

His Rival's Daughter -- Skyrim

Siana had returned home too late. She had been sent away when her father's illness got too severe to hide from the young woman. A holiday to visit her aunts and uncles had been the excuse to get her away. Her parents had built a fortune together before her mother passed during the failed birth of her little brother when Siana was ten. The boy hadn't lasted much longer than their mother. Her family's fortune was supposed to be left to her, but the man entrusted with delivering it to her upon her return had skipped out of town shortly after. Looters had invaded her family home and done irreparable damage.

Some thought she wouldn't return to the town at all, but she had. A few sneering passersby told her of her father's fate as she stared at the wreckage of her half burned, broken windowed home.

What little coin she had was spent on a room at the inn.

The cruel whispers about her misfortune rose all the way to the nobility of the town. She was a rarity in this part of the world just as her mother had been. A Redguard female. Already men and women alike were gossiping about the dire straits she was in, how she'd likely have to resort to whoring because nobody wanted to go to an establishment where a non-Nord was employed. The men might have been a bit hopeful of that outcome as Siana possessed the same small waist, ample breasts, and curvy hips that her mother had.

It was a wonder that her father had survived as long in this town as he had, but his connections with the outside world had allowed him to supply the local merchants with wares that were far cheaper than anything they themselves could have gotten their hands on.

In the morning she sat, quietly ignoring the looks from the other patrons as she ate a small meal of bread and potatoes. Her hair was naturally curled in beautiful ringlets richer Nord women despised their Redguard counterparts for. While most Redguard women were nearly as tall as the men, she barely passed the 5'2" marker.

The Other Side of the Coin -- Dystopian

After the rich decided the way to get the smartest, fastest, and healthiest children was to have babies made by doctors instead of naturally, everything changed. Over the decades since it became common a prudeness had set into the rich women, marriages were decided wholly by assets and whose pedigree impressed. It had started with just the richest but, eventually, it became as common as plastic surgery. The rich were living longer, healthier lives than ever before and their children were rarely sick.

The ‘middle class’ disappeared. They either became part of the upper sect and took part in the new way of things, or their children were surpassed in both academia and sports by their perfected peers and became part of the lower sect.

One thing never grew out of fashion, however. With their wives mostly unwilling to have sex, the men had taken to buying prostitutes more often. The profession had actually become legal and had their own regulations to go with it. Slaves were no longer needed in prostitution as most agencies had women lined out the door at the chance. With regular immunizations and doctor visits for their personal health it was a good way for a young, beautiful lower sect girl to make some quick cash as long as she could follow a few simple rules: stay fit, be presentable, and never share who their clients were.

Natalie was such a woman. She was good at knowing when to keep quiet and when to scream loud even if her partner failed to please her. It had been long since she started at her agency, some man had ‘scouted’ her ass when she bent over to clean a table at the diner she worked at. He had heard her talking to her boss about needing more hours the next week, how a bill had come up.

The scout had thought the extra money was for drugs, it was how most of his women were dragged into it. His sadistic heart had jumped joyfully when he found out it wasn’t for drugs. It was for a kid, a sick kid -- her sick kid. She had burnt through all of her money and taken to neglecting her own health for her kid. Those worn shoes and the way her pants slipped down her hips even with her belt on told him that much.

He had offered her money just to show up at the place and said she could even bring a friend if she didn’t feel safe. She came alone. With her kid in the hospital dying it didn’t seem so bad to be murdered if it turned out to be a trap. The research they had done on her and her kid proved useful. They promised the amount of money that she needed for the current operation and even suggested a better hospital in a nicer neighborhood. They’d give her the money for just ‘trying out’.

Originally they had offered a few days to think about it, but Natalie had only needed one minute. For an hour she endured their test, the old men took their time. By the end of it she had felt disgusted with herself, they hosed her down rather than offer her a proper shower. The thing that gave her the glimmer of hope and eased the disgust was the money that deposited to her account almost immediately. It was the thing that kept her coming back a month later.

That...and the fact that the surgeries for her baby girl were like putting a bandaid on a sinking ship. She needed a much more expensive doctor.

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The women were on a first name basis with the night auditor at the Grand Dutchess Hotel. Just like every other time in the last few days, it was near two in the morning when they showed up. Natalie knew she was getting referred for being new, a fresh face and pussy for fucking. The patrons she had liked the way she screamed and begged for more. One of the other girls had suggested doing it on their first job together.

“Well hello Chuck,” Said Tanya, her ‘friend’ for the night. She was chosen because she was experienced and able to guide newer girls through their gigs. Her heavily make-upped eyes swept over the man. “We’re here for Dovin tonight.” Tanya had put on her sparkliest dress and matching red eyeshadow. Her stature was over 5’11” in those three-inch heels of hers.

“They’re in the Presidential Suite, room--” He didn’t get to finish.

“Thirty hundred,” Tanya interrupted Chuck with a wave of her hand. “It’s not my first time at this hotel sweetheart.”

Natalie smiled at Chuck as he regained his composure and bid them a good night. Tanya’s firm grip on her arm led her towards the elevators. “Dovin is a very demanding man, you’d best follow his every instruction. Let him think he’s the biggest cock you’ve ever had.” Tanya wiggled her pinky in indication. “He likes to be shown before you swallow and, if he really likes you, he’ll spit in your face.”

Dread began to build in the pit of Natalie’s stomach as the elevator rose towards the top floor. Little did she know there was more than just Mr. Dovin in the room and that one of them was, as of yet, still unaware there was anything more to the night than drinking and a few drugs.

Untitled (Seriously, this one never got a title) -- Modern, MC is a bit unstable

"Come on you piece of shit!" The shout and the slam of the car door that followed was enough to get the attention of a few passersby. In her frustration, she threw her freshly lit cigarette down and mashed it under her boot on her way up to the front of the car. It wasn't like she wanted a fucking cigarette right now anyway. Not after this shit.

Darkly polished fingers curled under the hood and she jerked it up. Even as she leaned to prop it open a steady string of loud curses unfit for children poured from that filthy mouth of hers. This was the third time this week her lemon of a car had stopped working. She stood there, staring at the engine, even though she didn't know a lick about the thing. Right now she would do anything to keep her from punching her radio and breaking it.

A nearby mother ushered her child away quickly, both hands clapped over the little boy's ears. This didn't go unnoticed as Phae's head jerked up towards the woman, "Fuck you too lady! Your son hears worse fucking language at home watching TV!" She's bold enough to follow the woman a few steps to shout after her, "OR WHEN HE'S HOME SICK AND THE REPAIRMAN'S RAILING YOU. BITCH."

Her weight shifted onto her back leg to begin her retreat back to her car. Both of her hands raised towards her head but stopped just short of touching the spiked fohawk. The light blonde tresses darkened towards the ends with the colors of the rainbow, the front color being violet and the nape being red.

Phae's attention returned to her car and she swaggered back towards it, her denim jean's legs brushing up again each other enough to be audible -- at least to her. Another long, loathing stare was sent down towards the car before she leaned forward and abruptly lowered the rod back into place so she could slam the damned thing shut.

She turned to sit on the hood, one boot raising to rest on the front bumper of the car as she began to fish through her pocket. "Fucking useless car." She muttered as she pulled out the pack of cigarettes and opened it to find it empty.

"Fuck." She could really use that smoke right about now.

 

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