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- I've been an erotic roleplayer for the past few years (on and off).
- I'm on multiple different sites with different usernames so this thread may look familiar!
- Third-person writing is preferred.
- Ghost friendly.
- First impressions are really important to me. If you seem unapproachable or your idea lacks substance, I probably will not respond.
- I mainly write as a dom, sometimes switch.
- Writing samples are appreciated, but never required.
- I am a big fan of OOC chatter! I promise I'm not mean </3. I love making Pinterest boards for those stories I obsess over.
- Send me your ideas, or take inspiration from mine. Let's make something worth remembering.
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- I'd like to have a writing partner that can match my vibe (easygoing and lighthearted). Don't treat it like a business meeting being all serious and cordial. I'm here to write and have fun!
- However, I am a true SoL slut at heart since that is originally what I started with.
- 400-700 words per reply. i dont have it in me to go above 1000 anymore. sorry!
- smut slut. 40/60, 50/50, 60/40, i don't care.
- Face claims are never a requirement, but I will always provide one. Real life, animated, somewhere in between? I will match the vibes 100% of the time.
- Fantasy elements are welcomed! Shapeshifters, demons, succubus, angels, etc.
- If I'm deep into a story, you can probably expect a Pinterest board to be made at some point. Capturing the vibes and essence of a story through photos is a personal favorite of mine. I like to get invested!
- If you have any questions, don't hesitate to reach out. -
dominance/sub, toxicity, possessiveness, collar and leash, age gaps, slice of life, anal (plugs, training), obsession, ddlg (NO AGEPLAY, JUST TITLES), dark romance, biting, spanking, markings, pussy worship, body worship, smell, touch, innocent to corrupt, ruined makeup, hands around throat, dirty talking, clothing play, public/heavy risk, cum play (creampies, facials, swallowing), kissing, video recording, whimpering, scratching, height difference, aftercare, lingerie, overstimulation, rough sex, nipple play, hair pulling, slapping (face, tits, ass), jealousy, second chances, tingling sensations, tattoos, piercings, orgasm control/denial, rope, thighs, feet, oral fixations, nicknames
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The bolded words would be the character I would play. If neither is bolded, then that will be up for us to decide.
- Sugar daddy x sugar baby
- One night stand
- Human x Angel
- God x Human (Not godmodding!)
- Something with Greek Gods in a modern society
- Work husband x work wife
- Neighbor x 'girl next door'
- Landlord x tenant
- Loner x succubus
- Dad x best friend's daughter
- Roommates
- Husband x wife's sister
- Parasocial relationship turned into a real one.
- Amateur theatre club, director x actress
- Strangers on vacation/travel/hiking
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The screams that reflected off the powdered trees had been turned into moans and whimpers as Dylan's unmasked self would torture the small slit that feasted between his eyes. His perceived sex dungeon had been turned into a pleasure palace where June's innocence would not only be explored, but completely broken. Her naked canvas, suspended by nylon and leather, gave access points for his cock, fingers, and tongue to fully break the little doll. June tried to convince herself that she hated every second of it. The way her cunt had been exposed, pretty mounds waiting to be tugged and pulled, and the gag that would be forced to take any liquids down her throat.
Dylan sank his fingers into her scarred thighs before feeling her legs completely wrap around his head. She started convulsing and gushed out an orgasm that left his face soaking in nectar. His mouth would gnaw on her hole as her squirt would fill the insides of his cheeks, and her heels would leave markings of the intensity of her orgasm. Dylan would kick off the rest of his clothing; his grey sweatpants would be left covered in a mix of juices by the end of the night. June's head had been tilted back, coming off the high as she panted like an animal, her tongue still swirled around the ring that left it gaping. His hand would cup both sides of her flushed cheek, and a flustered June tried escaping his grasp before a hand would tie her throat. His lips would start to sprinkle her own squirt in her mouth, bird feeding her rewards down her gullet.
"Don't you fucking spit, you dirty little whore." Small dribbles of her juices would pool off the corners of her mouth and down to her perky tits. Her revulsion was met with a strong slap across her face, her pale skin leaving a gigantic hand print across her cheek. It would disorient her while Dylan's tongue would slurp up the missed droplets, leaving a small kiss on her pearls before spitting the rest of her rewards back onto her tongue, where he would wrap his lips around them for good measure. It was then that her gag would be taken off for the first time. However, her head would be tilted backwards, and the sex swing would maneuver her lips down to his thick member that destroyed her insides the night before.
June would nearly hang upside down, her braids being used like handlebars on a bike. "Open that fucking mouth before I open it for you." Dylan stood tall as her head would dangle between his thighs. She reluctantly opened those lips, an invitation for his fat cock to ruthlessly start fucking her throat barrier. His hands grasped either side of her neck for additional stability as his cock head would slide in and out of her mouth. She fully submitted to his shaft as he allowed her breath to be interrupted by his mushroom head hitting the back of her throat. She would gag, and the tears would start falling down her face towards her forehead and onto her hairline. His sack would swing back and forth as he relentlessly face fucked the innocent doll before momentarily pulling away, seeing the strands of saliva that connected his mushroom tip to her mouth. Her heavy and audible breaths turned into cries. She tried to bring her head up once, but was forced down again by her braids. Her lips were forced to be parted once again, those five seconds of freedom were all she got before Dylan would insert his shaft down her gullet. He saw his fat head push through the throat barrier, her legs fought however they could as they kicked in the air, begging for a single breath to her lungs. His cock would lodge deep into her throat, his hands gripped her throat again before penetrating her throat muscles. "Take that fucking cock, you little cocksleeve." He felt her gullet squeeze his cock every time he penetrated her poor throat. He would only stop at the last possible second before she went limp.
Dylan would feel an orgasm building in his thighs, pent-up pressure from when Daddy Dylan and his little secret had their secret session from earlier. He would use the natural lube that coated his cock to masturbate in front of June, who would still be recovering from the lack of oxygen. She could hear his hand stroking his cock before she started feeling droplets of warm, thick strands hit her face and into her hair. Dylan moaned, aiming his seed to the girl still hung upside down. Whatever strands that missed her face would land on her neck, shoulders, and chest. He continued to stroke his shaft until the last drop of the first load would fling on her body. "Now fucking lick me clean, like a good doll should." His cock would be used as a vessel to scoop any cum on her face and fed directly on her tongue, forced to eat the seed once again like she did last night.
If June thought a single cumshot would satisfy Dylan, she would be in for a rude awakening. A few seconds would pass until a small burst of light penetrated through the blindfold. He had just taken a Polaroid photo of June's ruined, suspended body. "I'll let you take this one home with you," Dylan smirked, placing the photo on the table to be processed naturally before swinging around the front again. She waited in anticipation for the pressure on her lower thighs and hands to be released, but it didn't come. Instead, Dylan had swung around the front again, his cock still stood tall. His mushroom head would be placed on her clit, teasing the folds that had squirted so much from before. "Did you think I was done, babygirl? We haven't even started yet." His voice would be low and intimidating. His hands gripped those familiar thighs like before, spreading her legs like an eagle would its wings. One leg would drape over his shoulder, her heel digging back into his shoulder blades. The other would be held wide as he positioned his cock to slide into the aching pussy that had destroyed her once before.
He would mix the juices together before his tip slowly teased the entryway of her slit. "Tell me you want my fucking cock. I want you to beg like the good fucking girl you are." Dylan's arrow would spread any remains of his dribbled cum around her folds and clit, only allowing the first entryway of her broken slit to enter. He would tease her, torture her, and wait for her words before he would fully empty his cock into her pussy. As he waited for those words to escape, his mouth would leave tiny little marks on her inner thighs, biting and teasing the scars with his other hand. The bumps, the memories, they would all be a forgotten memory as long as she was within his grasp, daddy or not.
The two would mix in feelings of lust, love, and obsession. He could smell the pheromones that radiated off the angel's petite frame as her hands would grip the velvet tightly, her legs shook with anticipation as the first couple of inches made their entry known. His lips would part with a deep groan, his hands situated firmly on the top of her curves as her eyes would roll back into her skull. His nails would dig into her waistline to keep the toy still; her screams turned into sounds of pleasure that rang in his ears.
His eyes would hungrily feast on her body as the innocence had been ripped away from her, bite after bite, and inch after inch. Her puffy pink nipples were there for his show and stained skin as an offering of what had been done before. Each breath that came from the corrupted angel would end up pushing his throbbing member deeper into her folds as she invited his sex to rip her walls open. She was looking to be stretched out, fucked silly, and achieve natural highs, but did she bite off more than she could chew?
"You're gonna fuckin' rip me open.."
Her eyes would puff from the stream of tears, a mixture of pleasure and pain present that was worn with pride on his cock. He would add a bit of his own droplets, almost acting like some kind of fucked up lubricant to push his full size forward. His vice grip on her hips left small markings of ownership before one hand would clean his length, forcefully putting his fingers in the angel's mouth, smearing the leftover remains on her lips for her to suck up with her teeth.
The overtly salty, metallic, and slight sweetness of his new creation formed by her pussy juice, blood, and his own, would be gulped down; her eyes told a thousand words, the whites the only thing purely blank anymore. His other hand clasped his digits around her marked throat, a tight squeeze acted like a tourniquet, the deprivation of oxygen only added to the high she experienced from his new concoction.
His cock would be primed again with the natural juices that spread onto the bedsheets; her walls ached for more attention, for more abuse, and he would push it further than before. His tip teased the cervix, his hips rocked back and forth, which forced one hand to keep her legs spread open, like an angel that was about to fly. Her toes curled, her thighs shook, and the screams that would escape would be muffled by the hand on her throat.
"You don't have a choice. I'm ripping you open. My fucking doll." The vampire's hips would pound with force as he heard his sack slap against the underside of her rear, the one place that had been untouched this whole time. His teeth would clench as he felt their pubic bones clash for the first time. His length would force its way past her cervix, and the cries that begged him to stop would be ignored by the way she would moan, asking for more directly after.
His length would wear his efforts with pride, seeing half of his cock pooled in a sea of red as bits would drip out of her soaked folds. The heat between her thighs would be painted red, ample amounts of his own blood would fuse together as the vampire could see his efforts nearly poking out of her stomach. Her walls could only clench his cock that would brutally penetrate her womb before giving in as the fucktoy she was. Her face would be flushed with the high, her tongue draped open as another few droplets would coat her tongue like another shot at the bar.
Zuriel's pleas were met with a sadistic smile as one of her legs pointed upwards, draped across his shoulder. It gave him ample time to sink his fangs into the side of her pale, smooth calf, refueling his own blood with some of her own. Angel's blood tasted sweeter than most and had a tendency not to be as thick. A maroon line would run down the underside of her thigh, down to her ass, which would contribute to stains that had been left on the silk sheets before.
He would gnaw, suck, and drink away her nectar as his cock would continuously penetrate into her womb. His hips moved with aggression, hunger, and a need to release his nut deep into her rotten core. Her continuous screams would be met with a swift slap across her face, before Zaros would switch positions slightly by raising her dainty legs over her head, exposing both holes, one of which was about to receive his load.
The vampire had her folded like a pretzel as he angled his hips downwards, their faces centimeters apart. Her other hole would be a pool for the blood to sit, and somber as Zaros' full length would disappear into her slit. Her insides would inevitably get rearranged by the force of his thrusts as his mouth fell open, his tongue getting the aftertaste of her cum and blood that resided on her lips.
"Fuck...I'm gonna cum. My little toy...Fuck..." His hands would act as cuffs for her ankles as her gaping hole had nowhere to go, as the vampire would release and pump his cum into her rearranged guts. Ropes of his hot seed would plaster the walls, her penetrated cervix would beg for more as he could feel her walls clasp again, trying to milk his length for every last drop he had. His orgasm was met with a final few thrusts of his sword before pulling out completely, seeing the dribble that would ooze out of her ruined folds.
His cock would act as a story of corruption as it would still stand tall, as it lay on her stomach. taking up half of her torso. She was covered in stains, bruises, and cuts that would naturally heal over time, but would be imprinted in their minds forever. Zaros would plant a gentle kiss on her lips by leaning down as the two would catch each other's breath, a small sign of praise from the vampire to the angel.
"Good girl."
Echo had barked over and over again how her hole was only used for his pleasure. The hate he felt for her would push his cock through to her womb, being treated like a toy of pleasure. But somewhere between those actions lay a blurred line of hatred to lust. Their moans became in sync and the two looked at each other as every stroke would produce more heat between them, if that were even possible. The mess she had created between both of their legs would tell stories of the den that turned into a fuck fest. Hoisting the petite albino would nearly wind Echo, the pleasures of his seed roaming around her womb would spill out only slightly before Sable was able to kick herself off of him.
It was Sable's turn again to play and toy with the wolf who had just finished treating her like a pocket pussy. He was lightly shoved to the back wall as her dainty fingers would stroke across his cum covered cock, the other scratching his ribs, another sign that she had claimed him, and only him. The two couldn't leave each other's gaze if they tried. The wolf would murmur out a half ass response, his lungs refueling with air as the stroke of his cock would jolt his thighs as she rubbed over his sensitive mushroom tip. The heat between them would brew once again as Echo would be seated to the floor, a wild panther leaped on top like she needed another load from him. The extra hit from his cock protruding through her would send a moan up to the battlefield, the two lost in each other's trance.
The next thing Echo felt was her claws hooking the inside of his cheek, his tongue naturally slipping out as they would curl and slither through each finger. The taste of their combined nectars would swallow down with ease and pleasure. His eyes rolled, savoring how his own cum tasted with the mix of each other's blood and Sable's squirt. He could only nod in agreement, as the word us would hit his brain like another line of white powder. Echo's hands would explore her backside, which eventually led to him gripping both cheeks as they would bounce on his cock. He spread her cheeks painfully again as she held the wolf close; another orgasm would draw blood from the way she gripped his neck. She screamed with each shake, those noises turning into moans and pants the further she came down from her high. That orgasm was met with another creampie from Echo as his manhood would nestle deep into her pussy, feeling the loads of cum penetrate those walls that were now just a vessel for her womb. The simultaneous grunts made the two share a deep kiss, his iron fed directly onto his taste buds as the sheer pleasure from the albino would mute the pain.
"You'd fucking like it if I kept breeding this tight little hole, won't you?" Behind every bark was a hint of truth that would be retorted with another insult from Sable. The two had nearly forgotten about their scrap from earlier, as a second wind would pick up from the duo. The intimacy with which they held each other wouldn't help their thoughts. Echo's hands now grabbed her waist, guiding each thrust while his cock now effortlessly tore a hole through to her womb to keep penetrating his seed into the panther. The small gaps between her folds would ooze each other's cum that dripped onto his sack that had been swollen beyond what he could believe. Sable was a succubus, extracting every bit of seed that he could offer, the moans being captured into his neck while she would claim the lone wolf as her rightful companion.
"Don't you hide those fucking moans, kitten. Let me hear you purr." Sable's head had been lifted from his sternum as his hands would be placed on both sides of her neck. He wouldn't choke her like he had done plenty before, but only applied light pressure as she was forced to meet his gaze while her hips continued to grind down the bones into nothing. Even in a less dominant position, Echo's words were enough to make her cheeks flush with a sea of red. She bit her lip as her legs crumbled, feeling another few ropes of cum fill her stomach even more with his hot seed. He swished his cock around like a spoon in a pot of soup, a new home being claimed by his fat shaft. The wolf would look down to see her once-toned stomach filled with his love, a bump would indicate how much cum was actually in there.
Echo kept her hips firm, flashing his fangs at the albino while their forehead touched. Her mouth would gape half open as he forced more thrusts into her bruised cunt, fulfilling her wishes to fill the womb up. Their noses brushed, his hands returned to the side of her neck past those silver locks, her full face in view for him to study as he forced more ropes of his cum. His cockhead had swollen in size, beaten to submission as her walls clenched and held her new favorite toy. The two nearly toppled over each other, if it wasn't for the wall behind Echo to support the lovers.
Her fighting words from earlier had turned into restless orgasms as her shaky legs would attempt to stand on their own. Echo's cock would be coated in a deep sea of white and red, his sword still stood tall even till the end. Sable's eyes would roll, barely able to make out the shape of the room with how many times she had cum, though Echo wouldn't let her have the last laugh. He would still be seated towards the wall and grabbed the dainty wrist of Sable as she tried to hop off the bed with a womb full of cum. Instead, he would force Sable to slightly squat over his torso as he gave a hard push down on her stomach. Her caved out hole would instantly release parts of the cum that had built up in her walls and womb, a river of mixed juices would spray out all over the lone wolf, who basked in his own glory, his tongue dropped out to catch any taste he could.
Sable would scream on her own. An instant orgasm shook through her body as the first bit of the floodgates released. He couldn't stop thinking about how much he slammed his own cock into her as he stroked himself, while another wave would be pushed out by his palm. Echo's eyes rolled into his brain as another river of the nectar would spray his face, neck, and body, dribbles of cum would continue leaking out of the albino panther as she couldn't help but to squirt again from the next rush of cum that made her pop. His hand would be coated in the fresh ecstasy, spreading back the juices that were claimed in her insides. "Give me every last fucking drop," Echo growled as Sable would squat over him tirelessly. One more hard push on her stomach would send the final wave of the river, the wolf's entire body now covered in bits and pieces of faded memories.
The albino panther would topple from the pleasure, nearly fading to black in the puddles that she pushed out. Their bodies embraced the warmth and filth that the two had created as Echo would catch her petite frame onto his lap, her head pressed against the thickness and length of his cock that destroyed her insides. Echo would start to clean the remains that stained his entire body with this tongue. Each taste would remind him of his own seed as he felt another set of wet muscles starting to lick at his thighs, slurping up the sweet nectarine from the bottom up. His hand still drenched from the squirt would lift Sable's eyes up at the wolf as he fed her bits of cum while she continued to clean away at the mess. "That's my good kitten. Licking up the dumb dog's seed." The cat would be forced to suck on his fingers while she would continue cleaning away at his sack that housed all of the seed that spread.
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under construction, check back later! plot two awaits your click... -
pairing: demon x human
word bank: corruption, D/s,
what happens when a fake pinterest goth accidentally summons a real demon...? message me to find out <3
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