Carnal [ kahr-nl ]
Adjective
It's a pleasure to have you at my request thread. I will keep this as prompt and straightforward as possible. If you plan to go on, please know that my inbox is always open if you're on the fence about attempting to become my partner. I can assure you that I'm very much mature as well as pleasant to speak to, I would love to converse with anyone and everyone. Without further ado, please continue on.
Communication. When it comes to partners, what I look for the most is communication first and foremost. I love to hear about one's preferences, how to precisely make my partner's heartbeat quicken or leave them eagerly reading through the every word in my posts. If a change is desired, or you would like something altered, you must communicate with me. I am perfectly accepting of timid partners, and I understand fully that relaying your interests to a stranger may be seen as selfish— I assure you that it is not. It's very much encouraged.
Decisiveness. When you come to me, I will insist that you have chosen either one of my plot ideas or a pairing. Since you are the one who has come to me, I need to know your interests. It does not matter if you come with only vague ideas at most, but you must come with some sort of preference.
Confidence. If you are intimidated by me, my writing style, or the amount I write, there is a problem. What I require of you is that you know your limits, and you are comfortable with them. Due to this, I have no required post length. Post what you feel is comfortable, and post in the style you are most comfortable in. I will write as much as I wish, I find it pointless for you to match my length if it's a constant struggle to do so. That being said, I will be completely open and honest about you as a partner if I am not enjoying our story. You need to, at the very least, have confidence in what you post and give to me.
While I don't have requirements for a person to cozy up to me, I recommend it. Some light chatter here and there, perhaps a friendship. I'm a very talkative individual, and I do love speaking OOC, whether it be about the roleplay or about your day in general. Again, this is very minor and not at all required, simply a preference.
My roleplaying is done solely in the third-person. Depending on what scene we are, and how much I feel is necessary for it, I can dish out anywhere from two to eight paragraphs bordering on novella length. My stories tend to be darker, something that is accompanied into the males I play. Typically, they are dominant, assertive, and suave. It would be no exaggeration to say that I'm quite fine with playing your villain, your demon, or your vices. However if needed, I can play much more light-hearted settings as well as submissive men. I pride myself on being fairly flexible, and that extends into the sorts of characters I can play for you.
I've listed my ideas below, though if none of them interest you and you'd like to build something off my pairings, feel free to do that instead. I'm open to negotiating on any of my plots, so please don't be reserved in communicating if it's just shy of your ideal story.
The one I would like to play in the pairing is underlined, though I encourage you to ask if you'd rather play the other role. If neither is underlined, I'm fine with playing either.
Adjective
Relating to passion for the body.
Introduction
It's a pleasure to have you at my request thread. I will keep this as prompt and straightforward as possible. If you plan to go on, please know that my inbox is always open if you're on the fence about attempting to become my partner. I can assure you that I'm very much mature as well as pleasant to speak to, I would love to converse with anyone and everyone. Without further ado, please continue on.
Looking for in Partners
Communication. When it comes to partners, what I look for the most is communication first and foremost. I love to hear about one's preferences, how to precisely make my partner's heartbeat quicken or leave them eagerly reading through the every word in my posts. If a change is desired, or you would like something altered, you must communicate with me. I am perfectly accepting of timid partners, and I understand fully that relaying your interests to a stranger may be seen as selfish— I assure you that it is not. It's very much encouraged.
Decisiveness. When you come to me, I will insist that you have chosen either one of my plot ideas or a pairing. Since you are the one who has come to me, I need to know your interests. It does not matter if you come with only vague ideas at most, but you must come with some sort of preference.
Confidence. If you are intimidated by me, my writing style, or the amount I write, there is a problem. What I require of you is that you know your limits, and you are comfortable with them. Due to this, I have no required post length. Post what you feel is comfortable, and post in the style you are most comfortable in. I will write as much as I wish, I find it pointless for you to match my length if it's a constant struggle to do so. That being said, I will be completely open and honest about you as a partner if I am not enjoying our story. You need to, at the very least, have confidence in what you post and give to me.
While I don't have requirements for a person to cozy up to me, I recommend it. Some light chatter here and there, perhaps a friendship. I'm a very talkative individual, and I do love speaking OOC, whether it be about the roleplay or about your day in general. Again, this is very minor and not at all required, simply a preference.
Writing Style & Samples
My roleplaying is done solely in the third-person. Depending on what scene we are, and how much I feel is necessary for it, I can dish out anywhere from two to eight paragraphs bordering on novella length. My stories tend to be darker, something that is accompanied into the males I play. Typically, they are dominant, assertive, and suave. It would be no exaggeration to say that I'm quite fine with playing your villain, your demon, or your vices. However if needed, I can play much more light-hearted settings as well as submissive men. I pride myself on being fairly flexible, and that extends into the sorts of characters I can play for you.
How long had she been running? He could feel that her heartbeat had quicken, the sensation was all too familiar. The way her eyes dilated, the way her back arched, the manner by which exhilaration shot through her spine, he knew it too well. After all, he had been her only witness on those cold, lonely nights that they had spent together. Yet here she was, feeling the very same reactions... he knew it all too well, that it was panic coursing through her veins and not stimulation. Even as she wove her way through the thick crowds of the city, he followed her like he was her shadow, as if he was the specter on her tail. Curses and shouts, screams all directed at the girl who attempted to slam her way through the crowd by whatever means was possible, just to escape him. She ran, and ran, and ran... and all he could do was silently, quietly follow. They had hit the city limits, the barren trees stretching out far in front of his red gaze.
Footprints on the fresh snow, as if she was leaving behind a trail of blood for a wolf to follow. Tucking his scarf just high enough that it could shield the world from his warm breath, he began down on the trail. Memories of nostalgia began to slip through his mind—of the young couple that had once gleefully held each other while traversing this path. How they had the warm scents of pine cones and lavender invade their senses... how she fell asleep nestled against his chest, not a care in the world. His heart throbbed, as if it was ready to tear out. It felt sickening. He didn't want to do this. Yet... he had no choice. There was no future for that woman, no reality where she could continue to live with him. Larger footsteps sunk above her own, widening her path and hiding it behind his own at the very same time.
Chestnut brown hair slipped past his vision, a reminder of the brown hues that he had so deeply fallen in love with. Slumped up against the base of a tree, hiccuping and crying, tears streaming down her face. All he could hear was those shattered, garbled words that fell from her lips.
"I love you. Don't do this!"
Over and over again... and all he could offer in the way of comfort was to softly, gently run his broad fingers through her hair all whilst pulling the gun from the pocket of his jacket. Fully loaded, and in one smooth movement it was lined up against her forehead, the place where he had kissed her the most. That soft, weak smile... those cruel but gentle red eyes locking with hers.
One shot was fired.
And just like that, it was over.
The gun had pointed straight back towards his shoulder, a single shot tearing through his dark black coat, straight through his shoulder... slowly seeping the darkened hues of blood over his coat as he stumbled back, the gun still in his hand. Taking her hands as softly as he had always, he planted the gun in her grip... forcing her to tighten her shaky fingers upon the trigger.
"Hurry up and run. This is what I'll report. You wrestled the gun from my hand, shot me, and then ran off with the gun. I will delay my report for as long as I can, by which time you will leave this country. It doesn't matter what they do to me, I don't care. No one tells me that I have to put my woman down." Leaning forward with grit teeth, he would stand once more against her, kneeling just enough to press a kiss to her forehead as he had so often done, embracing her as tightly as he could for that one last time.
"Survive. Live as best as you can. I love you, so survive. That's the only thing I require to be happy. Now hurry up and go. It doesn't matter that you were incapable of standing on your own two feet before. I've taught you how to run, now run. Live your own life." Finally, he would release her before sinking back against the tree, his hand planting against his shoulder even as blood welled up against his palm... those red eyes finally showing their true colors of a sorrowful, bittersweet romance. Their romance.
Footprints on the fresh snow, as if she was leaving behind a trail of blood for a wolf to follow. Tucking his scarf just high enough that it could shield the world from his warm breath, he began down on the trail. Memories of nostalgia began to slip through his mind—of the young couple that had once gleefully held each other while traversing this path. How they had the warm scents of pine cones and lavender invade their senses... how she fell asleep nestled against his chest, not a care in the world. His heart throbbed, as if it was ready to tear out. It felt sickening. He didn't want to do this. Yet... he had no choice. There was no future for that woman, no reality where she could continue to live with him. Larger footsteps sunk above her own, widening her path and hiding it behind his own at the very same time.
Chestnut brown hair slipped past his vision, a reminder of the brown hues that he had so deeply fallen in love with. Slumped up against the base of a tree, hiccuping and crying, tears streaming down her face. All he could hear was those shattered, garbled words that fell from her lips.
"I love you. Don't do this!"
Over and over again... and all he could offer in the way of comfort was to softly, gently run his broad fingers through her hair all whilst pulling the gun from the pocket of his jacket. Fully loaded, and in one smooth movement it was lined up against her forehead, the place where he had kissed her the most. That soft, weak smile... those cruel but gentle red eyes locking with hers.
One shot was fired.
And just like that, it was over.
The gun had pointed straight back towards his shoulder, a single shot tearing through his dark black coat, straight through his shoulder... slowly seeping the darkened hues of blood over his coat as he stumbled back, the gun still in his hand. Taking her hands as softly as he had always, he planted the gun in her grip... forcing her to tighten her shaky fingers upon the trigger.
"Hurry up and run. This is what I'll report. You wrestled the gun from my hand, shot me, and then ran off with the gun. I will delay my report for as long as I can, by which time you will leave this country. It doesn't matter what they do to me, I don't care. No one tells me that I have to put my woman down." Leaning forward with grit teeth, he would stand once more against her, kneeling just enough to press a kiss to her forehead as he had so often done, embracing her as tightly as he could for that one last time.
"Survive. Live as best as you can. I love you, so survive. That's the only thing I require to be happy. Now hurry up and go. It doesn't matter that you were incapable of standing on your own two feet before. I've taught you how to run, now run. Live your own life." Finally, he would release her before sinking back against the tree, his hand planting against his shoulder even as blood welled up against his palm... those red eyes finally showing their true colors of a sorrowful, bittersweet romance. Their romance.
So often had she asked, 'Tell me in that way you always do... that you love me. Go on now!', and so he had... and that uppity attitude of hers, that girly crush bore its soft fangs once more. How she blushed, or how she stammered... losing all her confidence at his own pace. He had roped her into his own methodical rhythm, forced her to dance upon his palm, for her to go quiet when he orchestrated her to. No matter how she lost her footing, she remained as beautiful as ever. Angel was no understatement when it came to her... all the way from her pure white hair, to those soft feathery wings, or the halo that sat above her head so proudly. No one, not a single angel had triggered his desire to tear such features off of them quite like she did. To bring her down to the level of mortals, to force her to be nothing more than his possession, to lose all her angelic grace to serve only him.
Many men lost themselves in such divine beauty, but not him. All he yearned for was to make her fall... to turn her into nothing more than his woman. Slowly, sweetly... he would mutter seductive words into her ear. His fingertips grazed down her back, drawing shapes along her thighs as if he could send electric down her spine simply by touching her. So often had he placed her in his lap, his muscular arms wrapping around her waist as if to remind her that it was so unbearably safe and warm with him, that she could give up anything and still feel content within him. No matter how much she argued that it was wrong, no matter how much she whined... he found that even as she was saying no, her hand pulled on his shirt as if to drag him in more. The unison of their lips which was a struggle for her had become a normality, and she eagerly came to crave the way his lips felt upon her, how he dominated just her mouth and imprinted his taste and his warmth within her own.
When he had heard her words... her consent, what was it that ran through his body? Affection for her? A blooming love? The desire to make love to her? No. It was to violate her, to utterly shatter everything she stood for... to make her fall from grace as he took her virginity and stripped her of her angelic life.
And so he did... laying her back across the bed, his lightly rough palm parting her legs as kisses checkered up in a trail from every tip of her finger over her arm and all the way to her nape. The most traditional of all sexual positions, missionary... it would be nothing more than a precursor for the compromising sort of positions he would have her craving, even fantasizing after. Soft, sweet mutters left his mouth as he continued to spread her...
"It'll hurt only for a little bit..."
"I'll be as gentle as I can, I promise... you're safe with me."
"I love you, there's nothing that makes me more happy than to share this moment with you."
It had been so long that his lie of affection had turned into a mask that served as his very skin. His thick, throbbing member begged for the sweet embrace of her body, to violate her thoroughly... though he eased into her soft and slow, his fingertips remaining against her thighs and his lips so very close to her ears to drip honey sweet words into them while he eased into her. Resistance came soon enough... but without a moment of hesitation, he pushed through it. Slowly, lovingly... not as the demon he was, but as the lover that she had fantasized he would be, until finally he had made her way all inside of her.
"Become my human bride, Aristiel."
No longer had it come as a request... and just as soon as he had loosened her body enough to ease himself completely in her, the bedroom was filled with the thick, rough sounds of his hips smacking against her own as he drove into her over and over again, every single thrust being capable of knocking the very breath out of her to leave her panting, to leave her lungs sore and pained. The sharp snap and bite of teeth felt up against her skin, marking and harming her beautifully pale features with his love marks. The crude, merciless manner of making love combined with claiming her virginity had already started to cause her wings to darken and wilt, falling off feather by feather as the halo lost its glow and disappeared into nothing more than particles of light.
Even as beautiful as she was, this was the most intoxicating thing about her. No matter how might've squirmed in discomfort, he would come to teach and instruct her body... to make it completely and utterly addicted to that threshold between pain and pleasure, until she could do nothing but crave being pushed to the limit.
From today on, she was no longer an angel. She was nothing more than his trophy wife. A possession for him to show off. ...Or at the very least, that was what his twisted, black heart had hoped for. Little did he know the future had much, much more in store for them than that.
Many men lost themselves in such divine beauty, but not him. All he yearned for was to make her fall... to turn her into nothing more than his woman. Slowly, sweetly... he would mutter seductive words into her ear. His fingertips grazed down her back, drawing shapes along her thighs as if he could send electric down her spine simply by touching her. So often had he placed her in his lap, his muscular arms wrapping around her waist as if to remind her that it was so unbearably safe and warm with him, that she could give up anything and still feel content within him. No matter how much she argued that it was wrong, no matter how much she whined... he found that even as she was saying no, her hand pulled on his shirt as if to drag him in more. The unison of their lips which was a struggle for her had become a normality, and she eagerly came to crave the way his lips felt upon her, how he dominated just her mouth and imprinted his taste and his warmth within her own.
When he had heard her words... her consent, what was it that ran through his body? Affection for her? A blooming love? The desire to make love to her? No. It was to violate her, to utterly shatter everything she stood for... to make her fall from grace as he took her virginity and stripped her of her angelic life.
And so he did... laying her back across the bed, his lightly rough palm parting her legs as kisses checkered up in a trail from every tip of her finger over her arm and all the way to her nape. The most traditional of all sexual positions, missionary... it would be nothing more than a precursor for the compromising sort of positions he would have her craving, even fantasizing after. Soft, sweet mutters left his mouth as he continued to spread her...
"It'll hurt only for a little bit..."
"I'll be as gentle as I can, I promise... you're safe with me."
"I love you, there's nothing that makes me more happy than to share this moment with you."
It had been so long that his lie of affection had turned into a mask that served as his very skin. His thick, throbbing member begged for the sweet embrace of her body, to violate her thoroughly... though he eased into her soft and slow, his fingertips remaining against her thighs and his lips so very close to her ears to drip honey sweet words into them while he eased into her. Resistance came soon enough... but without a moment of hesitation, he pushed through it. Slowly, lovingly... not as the demon he was, but as the lover that she had fantasized he would be, until finally he had made her way all inside of her.
"Become my human bride, Aristiel."
No longer had it come as a request... and just as soon as he had loosened her body enough to ease himself completely in her, the bedroom was filled with the thick, rough sounds of his hips smacking against her own as he drove into her over and over again, every single thrust being capable of knocking the very breath out of her to leave her panting, to leave her lungs sore and pained. The sharp snap and bite of teeth felt up against her skin, marking and harming her beautifully pale features with his love marks. The crude, merciless manner of making love combined with claiming her virginity had already started to cause her wings to darken and wilt, falling off feather by feather as the halo lost its glow and disappeared into nothing more than particles of light.
Even as beautiful as she was, this was the most intoxicating thing about her. No matter how might've squirmed in discomfort, he would come to teach and instruct her body... to make it completely and utterly addicted to that threshold between pain and pleasure, until she could do nothing but crave being pushed to the limit.
From today on, she was no longer an angel. She was nothing more than his trophy wife. A possession for him to show off. ...Or at the very least, that was what his twisted, black heart had hoped for. Little did he know the future had much, much more in store for them than that.
Plot Musings
I've listed my ideas below, though if none of them interest you and you'd like to build something off my pairings, feel free to do that instead. I'm open to negotiating on any of my plots, so please don't be reserved in communicating if it's just shy of your ideal story.
So often, she had left the kingdom into the dangerous, monster-filled forest to hear that sweet singing voice... hidden just barely outside of her reach, singing tunes that made her heart melt and rejoice all in the same songs. Little did she know, the beautiful voice belonged to nothing more than a monster. The dangerous, foul beasts she had been warned to avoid and abhor her entire life... and just as he came to realize that a delicious morsel was his audience, he felt his heart warm and beat. She had come to listen to him. She had been his only audience on these lonely nights. And so they continued... night after night.
One day, the princess sought to find the owner of this voice... and so she climbed up the hill to meet face to face with the voice. Startled and afraid, he could think of only one thing...
"If she sees me, she'll hate me. She'll abhor me."
...and so he sliced out her eyes, causing her to stumble down the hill and depriving her of her sight in a panicked, accidental attack. Riddled with guilt, he makes a contract with the witch of the forest, sacrificing his ability to sing in order to occupy the shape of a human so that he could be with her, and so he decided... he would take her through the forest to the witch, that he would return her sight and that he would beg for her forgiveness soon after and confess by the very same breath. So it happened, he would steal her away from the kingdom once more... guiding her through the forest all whilst both protecting and lying to her in order to atone for the sin of blinding her.
One day, the princess sought to find the owner of this voice... and so she climbed up the hill to meet face to face with the voice. Startled and afraid, he could think of only one thing...
"If she sees me, she'll hate me. She'll abhor me."
...and so he sliced out her eyes, causing her to stumble down the hill and depriving her of her sight in a panicked, accidental attack. Riddled with guilt, he makes a contract with the witch of the forest, sacrificing his ability to sing in order to occupy the shape of a human so that he could be with her, and so he decided... he would take her through the forest to the witch, that he would return her sight and that he would beg for her forgiveness soon after and confess by the very same breath. So it happened, he would steal her away from the kingdom once more... guiding her through the forest all whilst both protecting and lying to her in order to atone for the sin of blinding her.
Inexperienced, naive, innocent, and inheriting a massive fortune. YC is the heiress to a company that she could not possibly hope to properly run. The unexpected death of her father marked her closest family passing away and with it, she was left with a staff of attendants and acquaintances who seek to do nothing but swallow up this inexperienced young woman. There's only one simple problem, MC.
Raised as her personal attendant for the entirety of his life, he has an unconditional level of loyalty towards her. However, he's far more experienced than she is. In his body language, his confidence, tactics of intimidation, and general ability to read others. Everything she cannot do, he seems to do perfectly. He promises her one very simple thing, that by the end of the year she will become a wolf far more fearsome than her father ever was. The only thing he asks in return is her unconditional trust in him and for her to give everything to him.
Of course, he wouldn't mean her fortune. Not her wealth, not her power, not her prestige. He wants her. He wants nothing but her. In return for that, he's willing to sculpt her into the perfect, merciless competitor in a world filled with predatory competitors.
Raised as her personal attendant for the entirety of his life, he has an unconditional level of loyalty towards her. However, he's far more experienced than she is. In his body language, his confidence, tactics of intimidation, and general ability to read others. Everything she cannot do, he seems to do perfectly. He promises her one very simple thing, that by the end of the year she will become a wolf far more fearsome than her father ever was. The only thing he asks in return is her unconditional trust in him and for her to give everything to him.
Of course, he wouldn't mean her fortune. Not her wealth, not her power, not her prestige. He wants her. He wants nothing but her. In return for that, he's willing to sculpt her into the perfect, merciless competitor in a world filled with predatory competitors.
Peerless and steadfast, YC is a tactician that preserves her country from the grasp of the tyrannical, supposedly insane emperor and general of the neighboring country. Blessed with a brilliant mind and a lovely appearance, she's seen as a symbol of hope that can stand up to the looming darkness and intimidation that MC stands for. Time and time again, she halts his plans just to finally be caught off guard. For just as brilliant as she is, she quickly finds that he's just as cunning. Like a rabbit running from a fox, he forces her to feel the despair slowly creeping up on her as he plays along with her plans.
One loss after another and finally, she's forced to be face to face with the man who shattered her country. However... when takes her, he stops his invasion. She is his sole interest, the one person who can counter his intelligence. He finds himself fascinated with her and rather than continuing his campaign, he focuses entirely on her. His sole plan is to shatter her mind, to make her submit to him thoroughly. He desperately craves diluting her image of being paragon of justice, to make her see the world as he does.
To that extent, he employs anything he needs. Psychological warfare, intimidation, violence... all in the name of making a perfect Queen to sit on his throne with him.
One loss after another and finally, she's forced to be face to face with the man who shattered her country. However... when takes her, he stops his invasion. She is his sole interest, the one person who can counter his intelligence. He finds himself fascinated with her and rather than continuing his campaign, he focuses entirely on her. His sole plan is to shatter her mind, to make her submit to him thoroughly. He desperately craves diluting her image of being paragon of justice, to make her see the world as he does.
To that extent, he employs anything he needs. Psychological warfare, intimidation, violence... all in the name of making a perfect Queen to sit on his throne with him.
She is a young, fascinated goddess who loves humans. All she can see is their potential, the goodness in their hearts, all she embodies is the good in humanity, their ability to rise and adapt to anything. She adores them so... to the point that she often commits taboo and sneaks out to descend among the mortal plane for no other reason than to mingle in the human society that she so dearly loved. Although this is greatly discouraged due to gods and goddesses alike disappearing... it was there that she would meet him, her angel as she would put him. Kind, handsome, soft-spoken... a schoolteacher who seemed to want nothing more than the best for his students in a quiet, small town far away from the city. And so she would continue to visit... over and over, until one fateful day.
Pinned to the ground in a dark, secluded location that she often passed through to meet him, a sudden assault and injection of another foreign man would sap most of the energy and feeling from her body... a sudden helplessness descending over her with how lacking her powers had suddenly become. Mere moments before being violated by a mere human, she is saved by him— a single swift slice to the back of her assaulter's throat being enough to cut his life short. The most chilling part was that it was done as if it was as simple as breathing.
Helping her up, he reminds her once more about the dirtier parts of human nature... that he is an assassin that kills for a living, and that she had been watched for a while by a certain powerful organization that captured deities, stripped them of their powers, and then sold them into the slave trade... and that she was next. Though reluctant, he finally offers one of two choices. He could kill her right then and there to stop her from falling into a life of eternal servitude as a possession... or she could run away with him, living in solitude from society and prying eyes until finally her powers returned in an eventual few years and she could finally leave the human world for good.
Pinned to the ground in a dark, secluded location that she often passed through to meet him, a sudden assault and injection of another foreign man would sap most of the energy and feeling from her body... a sudden helplessness descending over her with how lacking her powers had suddenly become. Mere moments before being violated by a mere human, she is saved by him— a single swift slice to the back of her assaulter's throat being enough to cut his life short. The most chilling part was that it was done as if it was as simple as breathing.
Helping her up, he reminds her once more about the dirtier parts of human nature... that he is an assassin that kills for a living, and that she had been watched for a while by a certain powerful organization that captured deities, stripped them of their powers, and then sold them into the slave trade... and that she was next. Though reluctant, he finally offers one of two choices. He could kill her right then and there to stop her from falling into a life of eternal servitude as a possession... or she could run away with him, living in solitude from society and prying eyes until finally her powers returned in an eventual few years and she could finally leave the human world for good.
She had never gotten along with him, he had completely different interests than her and commonly hung out in the group that her mother told her to stray far from, and for good reason. Always, they had gotten into arguments and even fights upon their younger years. He had been her insufferable bully... a meathead that she despised with every single fiber of her being. Her reprieve would finally come as they moved away for her high school years and after having a life free of him for just a mere four years, she would forget that immense grudge she held for him.
Graduating happily surrounded by friends and family, she was off to start her college life at a co-ed dorm. Upon moving in, she quickly realizes something. Her roommate is none other than that insufferable childhood enemy of hers. As if to make matters worse, he quickly settles back into his position of taunting and teasing her... even going as far as to harass and mess with her on certain occasions... all while appearing as a model student to the outside world.
Though he continues his underhanded habits towards her, he draws a straight line when it comes to sexual harassment or assaulting her in any way. All it really amounts to is the same childish, annoying bullying that she was forced to go through earlier in life, leading to more and more tension to build up between one another... until one day they're both invited to a party. Turning flat-out drunk in a few shots, they barely stumble back for an inebriated, hate-filled session of sex with one another, just to wake up the next morning and realize what they had just done. Though it was under the influence... to blow all their tension in such a dirty, forceful manner was something addicting to the both of them, to the point that they start to pursue a sexual relationship to stop the stress from causing a meltdown to either of them.
Graduating happily surrounded by friends and family, she was off to start her college life at a co-ed dorm. Upon moving in, she quickly realizes something. Her roommate is none other than that insufferable childhood enemy of hers. As if to make matters worse, he quickly settles back into his position of taunting and teasing her... even going as far as to harass and mess with her on certain occasions... all while appearing as a model student to the outside world.
Though he continues his underhanded habits towards her, he draws a straight line when it comes to sexual harassment or assaulting her in any way. All it really amounts to is the same childish, annoying bullying that she was forced to go through earlier in life, leading to more and more tension to build up between one another... until one day they're both invited to a party. Turning flat-out drunk in a few shots, they barely stumble back for an inebriated, hate-filled session of sex with one another, just to wake up the next morning and realize what they had just done. Though it was under the influence... to blow all their tension in such a dirty, forceful manner was something addicting to the both of them, to the point that they start to pursue a sexual relationship to stop the stress from causing a meltdown to either of them.
Pairings
The one I would like to play in the pairing is underlined, though I encourage you to ask if you'd rather play the other role. If neither is underlined, I'm fine with playing either.
Royalty x Royalty (King/Queen/Prince/Princess etc.)
Priest/Priestess x Incubus/Succubus
Knight x Royalty
Maid x Royalty
Assassin x Target
Witch x Demon
Swordswoman x Blacksmith
Hunter x Prey
Demon x Angel
Hero x Dragon/Half-Dragon girl
God/Goddess x Cultist
Priest/Priestess x Incubus/Succubus
Knight x Royalty
Maid x Royalty
Assassin x Target
Witch x Demon
Swordswoman x Blacksmith
Hunter x Prey
Demon x Angel
Hero x Dragon/Half-Dragon girl
God/Goddess x Cultist
Childhood Friends
Boss' Daughter x High-ranking Executive
Secretary x Boss
Police Officer x Criminal/Fugitive/Murderer
Student x Teacher
Fitness Coach x Client
Actor/Model x Fan
Mobster x Civilian
Librarian x Client
Paramedic x Ghost
Pilot x Mechanic/Technician
Boss' Daughter x High-ranking Executive
Secretary x Boss
Police Officer x Criminal/Fugitive/Murderer
Student x Teacher
Fitness Coach x Client
Actor/Model x Fan
Mobster x Civilian
Librarian x Client
Paramedic x Ghost
Pilot x Mechanic/Technician
Virtual Reality Lovers
Captain x Crew
Alien/Xeno x Human
AI/Robot x Creator
Scientist x Experiment
Captain x Crew
Alien/Xeno x Human
AI/Robot x Creator
Scientist x Experiment
Contacting Me
It's a delight to hear that you'd like to take me as a partner. Please privately message me instead of leaving a reply on this thread if you wish to write something. If not, best of luck in your search for a partner and I wish you a wonderful day.
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