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whiteflowerdark
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 24, 2018
Greetings.
I love smut, I love romance, and I love being the Daddy. I'm looking for a female or femboy to help me live out this fantasy (IRL gender doesn't matter). I'm not picky on pairing, we can do Father/Daughter (MxF only), Student/Teacher, Two Friends/Acquaintances, or something else we discuss later. I just want to play out this dynamic.
Please read carefully.
Thank you for reading to the end. If this thread makes you feel good and you think we'd make a great pair, please don’t hesitate to reach out. Show me your vibe and let me know if you have any specific pairing wishes or ideas. Once we figure out the inter-character details I’m sure we can create a solid starting point. Take care.
I love smut, I love romance, and I love being the Daddy. I'm looking for a female or femboy to help me live out this fantasy (IRL gender doesn't matter). I'm not picky on pairing, we can do Father/Daughter (MxF only), Student/Teacher, Two Friends/Acquaintances, or something else we discuss later. I just want to play out this dynamic.
Please read carefully.
- 18+ IRL.
- 80/20 smut/plot ratio, on average.
- High literacy. Mistakes happen of course, nobody's perfect. Just put in some effort and make it look good.
- Third-person, past tense.
- Flexible post length.
- This requires elaboration. I will NOT require or guarantee a min/max length. It all depends on the scene. I like to focus on character interaction. If that can be accomplished in a single sentence, so be it. On the other hand, sometimes a scene needs some extra description to set things up. My partner must be equally flexible.
- Multiple replies a day. Again, not looking for novels here.
- Alternatively, I am open to planning when we back and forth ahead of time, so I at least know when to expect activity.
- Roleplay in PMs or Discord.
- Also, send me a PM if interested. I won’t reply to this thread.
- Communicate with me. I'm very OOC chat friendly. Let me know if you need to slow down, take a break, or end things.
- I will move on after 24 hours of silence, to preserve my sanity.
- Include your favorite ice cream flavor in your PM, so I know you read this. Required for a response.
- No fandom or doubling.
- No godmodding, unless we're doing a planned timeskip.
- Mine is vanilla.
- Modern setting, to keep the worldbuilding simple.
- If you already have a specific plot in mind for a different setting, I'm more than happy to at least hear it.
- Include a writing sample in your PM, so I can see how you write. Doesn't have to be long. Required for a response. My samples are below.
- Alternatively, if you have public roleplays on this site, I can take a look at those instead. Just mention it so I know you read this.
F-List
Everything under "Fave" (female/femboy dependent of course) is guaranteed to be in the roleplay at some point if not many. If you don't like any of those we won't make a great pair.
As to the amount of "Switching", I'm flexible. I can dom most of the time if that's what you're comfortable with, but I'm not looking for a strict sub.
Everything else is negotiable. I don't really expect the more extreme kinks, for instance, but they're an option.
Everything under "Fave" (female/femboy dependent of course) is guaranteed to be in the roleplay at some point if not many. If you don't like any of those we won't make a great pair.
As to the amount of "Switching", I'm flexible. I can dom most of the time if that's what you're comfortable with, but I'm not looking for a strict sub.
Everything else is negotiable. I don't really expect the more extreme kinks, for instance, but they're an option.
I've put together several here from past plays, for your convenience.
Again, no need to match any specific length here. Just wanted to convey my style/quality, and what I can put out.
Again, no need to match any specific length here. Just wanted to convey my style/quality, and what I can put out.
Kyle drew in a breath. She was touching him again. He couldn't tell if she was being innocent or teasing him a bit. But why would she be teasing him? He lowered his head, closing his eyes for a moment as he caught himself. Of course she wasn't teasing her father. Only a dirty mind like yours would even consider that.
He thought he felt her bare breast pressing against the fabric of his shirt, from underneath hers. Was she not wearing a bra? Almost as quickly as she moved on him, she moved away, and he looked at her as she sat on the counter and assigned him chef duty. He couldn't tell from here if she was wearing a bra or not, and he forced himself to stop freaking obsessing over it. "Fine by me," he said, with equal nonchalance.
Kyle pulled out the ingredients and got started, mixing up the meat and frying it on a big pan. He reached for the bottom drawer where they kept the seasonings, but his daughter was in the way. "Your legs are in the way," he repeated his thoughts out loud, reaching with a hand and placing it under her calf. Her skin felt super warm, and he was halfway through spreading her legs apart before he realized what he was doing, unable to keep from looking at her smooth thighs and splitting cotton shorts. Pulling in his lips, he edged open the drawer and withdrew the salt and pepper from underneath her legs, then closed the drawer and resumed cooking like nothing happened.
He thought he felt her bare breast pressing against the fabric of his shirt, from underneath hers. Was she not wearing a bra? Almost as quickly as she moved on him, she moved away, and he looked at her as she sat on the counter and assigned him chef duty. He couldn't tell from here if she was wearing a bra or not, and he forced himself to stop freaking obsessing over it. "Fine by me," he said, with equal nonchalance.
Kyle pulled out the ingredients and got started, mixing up the meat and frying it on a big pan. He reached for the bottom drawer where they kept the seasonings, but his daughter was in the way. "Your legs are in the way," he repeated his thoughts out loud, reaching with a hand and placing it under her calf. Her skin felt super warm, and he was halfway through spreading her legs apart before he realized what he was doing, unable to keep from looking at her smooth thighs and splitting cotton shorts. Pulling in his lips, he edged open the drawer and withdrew the salt and pepper from underneath her legs, then closed the drawer and resumed cooking like nothing happened.
"Oh that's good," Loreno replied, sitting down next to his wife and taking a sip of wine from his own glass. Scarlet ate at the pasta with eagerness, her fingers wrapped around the fork like she was trying to squeeze it. Loreno made a mental note to teach her how to properly hold silverware; it surprised him how quickly she was growing. He wondered if there was anything else they would need to accomplish soon.
Unsurprisingly enough, the pasta was quite good. The food in front of his plate vanished before his very eyes, he was so hungry. The lunch they had at his father's place seemed a distant memory compared to now, but the wait was worth it. "Anything in particular you wanted to do first?" he asked Catarina in a soft voice, not in an attempt to hide their conversation from Scarlet, who was close enough to hear them anyways. The alcohol was most likely affecting him already, and he was looking rather forward to spending time with his wife.
Unsurprisingly enough, the pasta was quite good. The food in front of his plate vanished before his very eyes, he was so hungry. The lunch they had at his father's place seemed a distant memory compared to now, but the wait was worth it. "Anything in particular you wanted to do first?" he asked Catarina in a soft voice, not in an attempt to hide their conversation from Scarlet, who was close enough to hear them anyways. The alcohol was most likely affecting him already, and he was looking rather forward to spending time with his wife.
"That poor elf..."
"I say he's earned his punishment."
"But all alone, in the dark forest?"
"Good riddance."
Marcus watched with laser eyes from the top of the wall as the guards pushed the single elf forwards past the gate. The elf's head was ducked against the pouring rain, only his pointy ears visible, sticking out from his cloaked head, his hands bound behind his back. Thick, shadowy clouds cast a dark haze over the fields where the elf was being led, a long stretch of open land which ended where the dark forest began. A lining of black bark trees and a fog resting over the forest even darker than the grey skies awaited the elf. Marcus bit his lip as he stood by the other observing citizens, some watching in melancholy silence, others chanting and jeering at the creature. The guard undid the elf’s bindings and pointed to the entrance of the dark forest. Another guard brought him a bow and a satchel of arrows. The weapon was elvish in design, perhaps it belonged to him, Marcus thought. Without so much as a glance back towards the kingdom, the elf began to walk, his pace steady and posture unflinching. He passed through the lining of dark trees and disappeared.
“Hah! As if a bow and some arrows are going to save him,” the man to Marcus’ left spoke. It was Lieutenant Gresh, his second in command. “He’ll be dead within the hour.”
“If he’s lucky,” Marcus said, rustling his cape and turning around, waving for Gresh and a couple other men with him to follow. “Party’s over men, let’s get back to work.”
A young boy caught up to Marcus’ group just as they cleared the stone steps leading back to the ground. His shirt was yellow and tattered, his face stained with dirt. He jogged up to Marcus and he looked down at the boy with an eyebrow raised.
“Captain Windrunner!” the boy chanted his name. “I was sent from the main hunting camp to find you!” he said, doubling over and gulping for air. The hunter camps were almost on the other side of the kingdom.
“Catch your breath, son,” Marcus spoke. Whatever it was couldn’t have been worth the boy dying over. Couldn’t they have lent him a horse?
“Yes captain,” he said, breathing for a few more moments and then looking up at him. “Several scouts in the southern forest spotted a group of rabid bears, not too far from the border! Lord Dellecoste wants them dealt with, requested that your group specifically join the other hunters assigned for the task.”
“A group of rabid bears?” Marcus spoke up. “What triggered them?”
“I don’t know,” the boy replied. He was standing straight now, his eyes wide open, staring at the captain. “That’s all they told me!”
Marcus heard Gresh’s voice in his ear. “A whole group of em? Poor bastards must be pissing their pants,” he said, chuckling.
“The lord’s probably worried about the farmers closest to the entrance,” another one of his men said.
“Or probably just wanting to cash in on furs,” Marcus said, shaking his head. “It’s not every day you spot a sleuth. Anyways, an order’s an order. Let’s go men!”
He waved once more and he and his men broke into a jog, the boy watching still, to the nearby stables where their horses were located. Marcus hopped on and they galloped south to the training grounds, where the rest of his men were located. Even with the horses, it was several minutes before they arrived. At the sight of their captain, they stopped their training and grouped up, watching him. Multiple men came from the nearby tents as well, as Marcus and his followers slowed their horses to meet the welcome party.
“Another hunt, gentlemen!” he said, looking at the men’s faces. There were about thirty of them in total, including the four who had accompanied Marcus to the front gates. The ones who had been training were sweaty, visible even through the rain, which was starting to subside. “Looks like the biggest one yet,” he added, with a smile. “Gear up and prepare to move out!”
The outfit moved with machine-like efficiency, piling into the tents and returning with their weapons and armor. Swords and shields and maces and hammers and axes, but mostly swords. Marcus hopped off his horse and watched them as they lined up, instructing the younger ones to stay behind and resume their training. Like the rest of the men they were talented, and eager to join the hunt. But this particular mission was sure to result in some casualties, and Marcus would not risk young blood for animal parts. Soon enough Marcus rode from the camp at the head of twenty men, all on horseback, toward the hunting camps.
"I say he's earned his punishment."
"But all alone, in the dark forest?"
"Good riddance."
Marcus watched with laser eyes from the top of the wall as the guards pushed the single elf forwards past the gate. The elf's head was ducked against the pouring rain, only his pointy ears visible, sticking out from his cloaked head, his hands bound behind his back. Thick, shadowy clouds cast a dark haze over the fields where the elf was being led, a long stretch of open land which ended where the dark forest began. A lining of black bark trees and a fog resting over the forest even darker than the grey skies awaited the elf. Marcus bit his lip as he stood by the other observing citizens, some watching in melancholy silence, others chanting and jeering at the creature. The guard undid the elf’s bindings and pointed to the entrance of the dark forest. Another guard brought him a bow and a satchel of arrows. The weapon was elvish in design, perhaps it belonged to him, Marcus thought. Without so much as a glance back towards the kingdom, the elf began to walk, his pace steady and posture unflinching. He passed through the lining of dark trees and disappeared.
“Hah! As if a bow and some arrows are going to save him,” the man to Marcus’ left spoke. It was Lieutenant Gresh, his second in command. “He’ll be dead within the hour.”
“If he’s lucky,” Marcus said, rustling his cape and turning around, waving for Gresh and a couple other men with him to follow. “Party’s over men, let’s get back to work.”
A young boy caught up to Marcus’ group just as they cleared the stone steps leading back to the ground. His shirt was yellow and tattered, his face stained with dirt. He jogged up to Marcus and he looked down at the boy with an eyebrow raised.
“Captain Windrunner!” the boy chanted his name. “I was sent from the main hunting camp to find you!” he said, doubling over and gulping for air. The hunter camps were almost on the other side of the kingdom.
“Catch your breath, son,” Marcus spoke. Whatever it was couldn’t have been worth the boy dying over. Couldn’t they have lent him a horse?
“Yes captain,” he said, breathing for a few more moments and then looking up at him. “Several scouts in the southern forest spotted a group of rabid bears, not too far from the border! Lord Dellecoste wants them dealt with, requested that your group specifically join the other hunters assigned for the task.”
“A group of rabid bears?” Marcus spoke up. “What triggered them?”
“I don’t know,” the boy replied. He was standing straight now, his eyes wide open, staring at the captain. “That’s all they told me!”
Marcus heard Gresh’s voice in his ear. “A whole group of em? Poor bastards must be pissing their pants,” he said, chuckling.
“The lord’s probably worried about the farmers closest to the entrance,” another one of his men said.
“Or probably just wanting to cash in on furs,” Marcus said, shaking his head. “It’s not every day you spot a sleuth. Anyways, an order’s an order. Let’s go men!”
He waved once more and he and his men broke into a jog, the boy watching still, to the nearby stables where their horses were located. Marcus hopped on and they galloped south to the training grounds, where the rest of his men were located. Even with the horses, it was several minutes before they arrived. At the sight of their captain, they stopped their training and grouped up, watching him. Multiple men came from the nearby tents as well, as Marcus and his followers slowed their horses to meet the welcome party.
“Another hunt, gentlemen!” he said, looking at the men’s faces. There were about thirty of them in total, including the four who had accompanied Marcus to the front gates. The ones who had been training were sweaty, visible even through the rain, which was starting to subside. “Looks like the biggest one yet,” he added, with a smile. “Gear up and prepare to move out!”
The outfit moved with machine-like efficiency, piling into the tents and returning with their weapons and armor. Swords and shields and maces and hammers and axes, but mostly swords. Marcus hopped off his horse and watched them as they lined up, instructing the younger ones to stay behind and resume their training. Like the rest of the men they were talented, and eager to join the hunt. But this particular mission was sure to result in some casualties, and Marcus would not risk young blood for animal parts. Soon enough Marcus rode from the camp at the head of twenty men, all on horseback, toward the hunting camps.
A few seconds. That's all it takes for a mission to take a drastic turn. One moment Dracus was leading the group through the abandoned hallways of the trade ship, feeling rather confident as the troops combed the space, seeing no signs of activity. A room filled with organized unmarked crates. Far too small to be weapons of mass destruction, he thought as they entered the area. A strange scent stung in his nose, like a kind of unfamiliar yet potent alcohol. Like the kind they used to serve at the military bars, only for the strong willed.
A few seconds. Dracus swiveled around hearing Phyla's shout. His eyes grew agape with shock as one of his men dropped to the ground like a stone, letting go of one of the bottles from the crates. A couple other soldiers jumped back as the bottle rolled across the floor, emitting a vaporous fume. "Private!" he shouted to the dead man, unable to come to terms yet with such a sudden and subtle loss.
"That stuff killed him..." one of the other soldiers said, his voice shaking as he backed away slowly.
"Retreat to the shuttle!" Dracus gave the order, moving back towards the doorway they came in through. The arrest was off. He would see this ship annihilated instead.
"Contact front!" another soldier shouted to the retreating pack, his weapon pointed up and at the forward hallway. Two men emerged from around the corner, wearing what looked like hazmat suits, and carrying flamethrowers with large gas canisters strapped behind them. Time slowed down, Dracus midway through giving the order to open fire when one of them activated their weapon. But it wasn't fire that came out of the nozzle: a light green mist sprayed from the guns and arced almost halfway across the room, bathing the soldier closest to them. He gasped and retched, releasing his weapon as he dropped to his knees, clawing at his face before he too fell over limp.
The other soldiers opened fire, a wave of energy blasts converging on the assailant. The bolts burned and penetrated through the man's equipment, searing his flesh. He dropped the mist gun and fell to the floor as well. The same scent Dracus picked up on from the cases now practically suffocated him. While the other men backed away slowly, under the same effects, the second man also backed up to the corner hallway, reaching for something in his pack while going for cover.
Dracus thought he knew what it was, and drew Hydros. His sword blazed a light blue as he pulled it out of the sheath, feeling the heat pulsing off the nano coils. He tossed it across the room, the weapon now a dazzling disk of blue and white as it flew towards the attacker's feet. Before he could prime his grenade the blade bounced up off the floor in front of him, slicing upwards through his mask and face before bouncing against the ceiling and returning to Dracus. He caught the blade just as the man fell back in an instant, his visage split in two. The grenade rolled out of his hand and detonated next to his corpse, bathing the hallway in a dense green mist.
A few seconds. Dracus swiveled around hearing Phyla's shout. His eyes grew agape with shock as one of his men dropped to the ground like a stone, letting go of one of the bottles from the crates. A couple other soldiers jumped back as the bottle rolled across the floor, emitting a vaporous fume. "Private!" he shouted to the dead man, unable to come to terms yet with such a sudden and subtle loss.
"That stuff killed him..." one of the other soldiers said, his voice shaking as he backed away slowly.
"Retreat to the shuttle!" Dracus gave the order, moving back towards the doorway they came in through. The arrest was off. He would see this ship annihilated instead.
"Contact front!" another soldier shouted to the retreating pack, his weapon pointed up and at the forward hallway. Two men emerged from around the corner, wearing what looked like hazmat suits, and carrying flamethrowers with large gas canisters strapped behind them. Time slowed down, Dracus midway through giving the order to open fire when one of them activated their weapon. But it wasn't fire that came out of the nozzle: a light green mist sprayed from the guns and arced almost halfway across the room, bathing the soldier closest to them. He gasped and retched, releasing his weapon as he dropped to his knees, clawing at his face before he too fell over limp.
The other soldiers opened fire, a wave of energy blasts converging on the assailant. The bolts burned and penetrated through the man's equipment, searing his flesh. He dropped the mist gun and fell to the floor as well. The same scent Dracus picked up on from the cases now practically suffocated him. While the other men backed away slowly, under the same effects, the second man also backed up to the corner hallway, reaching for something in his pack while going for cover.
Dracus thought he knew what it was, and drew Hydros. His sword blazed a light blue as he pulled it out of the sheath, feeling the heat pulsing off the nano coils. He tossed it across the room, the weapon now a dazzling disk of blue and white as it flew towards the attacker's feet. Before he could prime his grenade the blade bounced up off the floor in front of him, slicing upwards through his mask and face before bouncing against the ceiling and returning to Dracus. He caught the blade just as the man fell back in an instant, his visage split in two. The grenade rolled out of his hand and detonated next to his corpse, bathing the hallway in a dense green mist.
Thank you for reading to the end. If this thread makes you feel good and you think we'd make a great pair, please don’t hesitate to reach out. Show me your vibe and let me know if you have any specific pairing wishes or ideas. Once we figure out the inter-character details I’m sure we can create a solid starting point. Take care.
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