About me
I'm testing this site again, after a longer hiatus. I'm an experienced and advanced roleplayer. While I enjoy writing smut, I do not seek writing darker and often sensual stories to scratch an itch. I highly enjoy writing highly immersive erotica for the purpose of creating a story together with another writer/roleplayer.Likes:
- I enjoy detailed posts. I want to read what your characters are thinking about or how they resonate to that conclusion. I want to learn of your character's innermost desires and what goals that drive them.
- Detailed smut scenes. Nothing irks me more when sex scenes that fizzle out. I also enjoy when smut scenes are part of the plot, rather than just a detour from the story.
- Scene / Character / World building. I find it very hard to start a roleplay without any preparations. Let's discuss the roleplay beforehand.
- I'm picky with who I roleplay with. I can assure you that it's a "me" problem.
Dislikes:
- Passiveness. I struggle to write when I do not have a RP partner to bounce ideas with.
- Characters that are one-dimensional. I guess this can be very subjective, but something that can be discussed during character building.
- Slice of life or college settings. I just really don't vibe well with those type of stories.
Expectations
What to expect from me
- Longer posts. I will never post one paragraph or just a couple of sentences. My posts tend to be around 400-900 words.
- Planning, planning, planning. I never start a roleplay without doing some planning. I like discussing the plot firsthand and hopefully, hearing your opinions and thoughts regarding the story and characters. I also don't mind continuing planning after starting the roleplay.
- Respect and patience. I will never demand or hurry someone for a reply. I will inform my RP partner when I will be slower with replies or if there will be periods when I can't write.
- I tend to use RL pictures for FC, but I can do drawn characters as well.
- But please, no manga/anime pictures.
- While I can write male characters, I'm right now only seeking to write female characters.
- I don't mind friendly OOC-talk or that we end up becoming online friends. But I do have boundaries: IRL, I'm in a steady, healthy and long-term relationship. I'm not on this site to flirt. I'm here to write.
- I'm doubling friendly.
What I expect from you
- Longer posts. As I have already pointed out, I like longer posts and I expect you to write the same amount as I do.
- Don't be passive. Nothing grinds my gears as someone who is passive and doesn't share their thoughts concerning a story. We are two in this and it will make the roleplay much more enjoyable if we are two who are creating something together, rather than one person.
- Enjoy planning as much as I do.
- Please, inform me if you are going to be busy for longer periods or going on a hiatus.
- To make sure you have read my request thread: tell me your favorite color if you reach out to me.
What I like to write
I enjoy a fair share of different themes and genres. But my favorites are the following:
Genres/themes:
- Historical
- Urban Fantasy
- Vampires
- Horror
- Werewolves
- Medieval fantasy (think GoT, but also the Witcher)
- Mystery (think Twin Peaks)
- Forbidden love
- Love triangles
- Slice of Life
- Roughness
- Passionate & Romantic
- Light BDSM
- Heavy BDSM
- Master x Slave
- Consensual
- Dubcon
- Sexual torture
- Edging
- Sex toys
- Bondage
- Strong emotions
- Oral (both giving and receiving)
- Anal
- Slave training
Here is a list of pairings I tend to enjoy writing. This will give a general idea for anyone who contacts me and want to create an idea together.
- Vampire x Vampire
- Vampire x Human
- Vampire x Vampire hunter
- Werewolf x Werewolf
- Demon x Demon
- Kidnapper x Victim
- Master x Slave
Writing Sample
Surprisingly, Madelief was getting comfortable in her loneliness. Even if she got abandoned by the person she trusted the most, she had already shaken that initial anger away.
Yet, as she sipped on her drink, it wasn't gone. It had just nestled into her soul, forcing itself into her mind and as the strong liquor started to pump through her veins, it soured her thought process. She was turning existential and she started to overanalyze her situation.
Ever since she moved to New York from the west coast, Addison had been at her side. She had been her pillar, someone she could rely on and confide in. But the signs were there. Not only was Addison finding happiness, she was slowly turning her life around and she imagined more drastic changes would happen. It wouldn't be long until she would move out from the apartment and in a nearby, yet distant future, Madelief could hear the tune of wedding bells.
She was starting to feel silly. Why was she so afraid of abandonment? It wasn't like she was the type that didn't enjoy her single lifestyle. She adored it. The last time she dated a guy, he had already planned out their future. It frightened her. Made her feel uneasy. She wasn't the typical girl who had planned out her wedding in advance. It was something that could happen, but not something she aimed for.
Yet, as she sat there enjoying a very strong mixture, she started to muse scenarios in her head and therefore, when the one observing her made his move, she was deep in her thoughts, never believing someone would come and ask her…
"Is this seat taken?"
If it wasn't because of the warm comfort of her drink, she would probably be more startled by the sudden appearance of him. Tall and brooding, she initially felt an alarming and dangerous presence entering her sphere.
Normally, she would decline strangers' attempts to approach her. Madelief couldn't be certain of someone's intention and she had the bad habit of listening to spooky podcasts that retells cautionary stories about strange abductions and gruesome murders.
At first, Madelief believed he only needed a chair. But as she glanced at the tables next to her, they were all empty. The mysterious stranger wanted to sit at her table. She felt clueless as to why, yet as their eyes met, his commanding presence transformed.
While he felt like an enigma, Madelief suddenly felt she wanted to confine her most inner secrets and desires. He appeared to her as a form of holy savior, a saint even. She was flabbergasted and, more dangerously, smitten by his invitation.
"Sure, you can take it."
She finally replied to his command, not realizing that she had little to no decision to refuse him. As he took his seat, Madelief got a closer look at him. She noted the tailored, luxurious suit that sat on his broad shoulders like a fitted glove. His hair was long and dark. In the dim light, she struggled to see his exact shade, but she would guess it was a warm, dark brown shade. However, what struck her the most eye-catching of his appearance wasn't the expensive suit or his long hair.
It was his eyes.
Dark and brooding. Commanding and intense. But also warm and caring. They had a strange color. While she imagined he had brown eyes, in this shadowy part of the room, they appeared strangely dark. Yet, there was that faint sparkle in his eyes, a glimmer that was as intoxicatingly interesting as the drink in front of her.
Suddenly, she realized an uncomfortable silence had filled the void between them and without realizing the effect of his mere presence, she started to ramble.
"I'm sorry. I should probably introduce myself. I'm Madelief Lockwood. Some tend to call me Maddie for short. I'm part of the design team. I guess you could call me a graphic designer." She explained, with a hint of nervousness expressed on her demeanour. She felt her lips curl into a smile, a smile which always made her feel silly and insecure.
Yet, that insecurity vanished as quickly as it appeared.
It felt as if the stranger communicated to her that she never needed to feel silly in his presence. Madelief met his dark glance again and she leaned over the table, at first seemingly to touch him. Instead, her fingers wrapped around her glass of Sazerac. She didn't take a sip, instead, she held onto it, almost as a type of comfort.
"And... who are you?" Madelief said bluntly and she could hear as the words left her tongue, that she sounded rude. "I'm sorry, again, if I sound rude. But I just don't think we have met before."
If I'm not mistaken. But it felt as if they met. Yet, Madelief couldn't pinpoint where and how.
Yet, as she sipped on her drink, it wasn't gone. It had just nestled into her soul, forcing itself into her mind and as the strong liquor started to pump through her veins, it soured her thought process. She was turning existential and she started to overanalyze her situation.
Ever since she moved to New York from the west coast, Addison had been at her side. She had been her pillar, someone she could rely on and confide in. But the signs were there. Not only was Addison finding happiness, she was slowly turning her life around and she imagined more drastic changes would happen. It wouldn't be long until she would move out from the apartment and in a nearby, yet distant future, Madelief could hear the tune of wedding bells.
She was starting to feel silly. Why was she so afraid of abandonment? It wasn't like she was the type that didn't enjoy her single lifestyle. She adored it. The last time she dated a guy, he had already planned out their future. It frightened her. Made her feel uneasy. She wasn't the typical girl who had planned out her wedding in advance. It was something that could happen, but not something she aimed for.
Yet, as she sat there enjoying a very strong mixture, she started to muse scenarios in her head and therefore, when the one observing her made his move, she was deep in her thoughts, never believing someone would come and ask her…
"Is this seat taken?"
If it wasn't because of the warm comfort of her drink, she would probably be more startled by the sudden appearance of him. Tall and brooding, she initially felt an alarming and dangerous presence entering her sphere.
Normally, she would decline strangers' attempts to approach her. Madelief couldn't be certain of someone's intention and she had the bad habit of listening to spooky podcasts that retells cautionary stories about strange abductions and gruesome murders.
At first, Madelief believed he only needed a chair. But as she glanced at the tables next to her, they were all empty. The mysterious stranger wanted to sit at her table. She felt clueless as to why, yet as their eyes met, his commanding presence transformed.
While he felt like an enigma, Madelief suddenly felt she wanted to confine her most inner secrets and desires. He appeared to her as a form of holy savior, a saint even. She was flabbergasted and, more dangerously, smitten by his invitation.
"Sure, you can take it."
She finally replied to his command, not realizing that she had little to no decision to refuse him. As he took his seat, Madelief got a closer look at him. She noted the tailored, luxurious suit that sat on his broad shoulders like a fitted glove. His hair was long and dark. In the dim light, she struggled to see his exact shade, but she would guess it was a warm, dark brown shade. However, what struck her the most eye-catching of his appearance wasn't the expensive suit or his long hair.
It was his eyes.
Dark and brooding. Commanding and intense. But also warm and caring. They had a strange color. While she imagined he had brown eyes, in this shadowy part of the room, they appeared strangely dark. Yet, there was that faint sparkle in his eyes, a glimmer that was as intoxicatingly interesting as the drink in front of her.
Suddenly, she realized an uncomfortable silence had filled the void between them and without realizing the effect of his mere presence, she started to ramble.
"I'm sorry. I should probably introduce myself. I'm Madelief Lockwood. Some tend to call me Maddie for short. I'm part of the design team. I guess you could call me a graphic designer." She explained, with a hint of nervousness expressed on her demeanour. She felt her lips curl into a smile, a smile which always made her feel silly and insecure.
Yet, that insecurity vanished as quickly as it appeared.
It felt as if the stranger communicated to her that she never needed to feel silly in his presence. Madelief met his dark glance again and she leaned over the table, at first seemingly to touch him. Instead, her fingers wrapped around her glass of Sazerac. She didn't take a sip, instead, she held onto it, almost as a type of comfort.
"And... who are you?" Madelief said bluntly and she could hear as the words left her tongue, that she sounded rude. "I'm sorry, again, if I sound rude. But I just don't think we have met before."
If I'm not mistaken. But it felt as if they met. Yet, Madelief couldn't pinpoint where and how.
Plots
Art of Surrender
I believe this will be the closest I reach wanting to write a slice of life story.
YC is an artist (I'm leaving up for you to decide if they are going to be a successful or struggling artist). He tends to paint paintings that involve themes such as desire, seduction and passion. YC's motives tend to lean more explicitly. Exposed bodies, suggestive positions and women in bondage.
YC is included in art exhibitions that explore taboo and unorthodox relationships. On the opening night, YC introduced MC. Compared to the masses that move past his intense paintings, MC lingers. Completely transfixed by YC's paintings, the two end up speaking to each other. When MC learns YC is the artist behind the art pieces, she doesn't hesitate and asks:
"Please, let me be your muse!"
I'm picturing this story to be a slow burn. It will first start as a business relationship, but as they explore their darker sides and desires together, it will eventually turn intimate. I wouldn't mind adding in elements of infidelity or a love triangle.
In a small town somewhere in the US, a dead body is discovered inside a church. The body is found tied up to an altar and naked. Their faces were concealed by a hood with a red occult symbol drawn on it. By the look of it, it looks ritualistic. Two years ago, a similar murder occurred in California. Three years before that incident, another in Texas. This is where the FBI will be involved and they will send an agent to investigate.
The town is tightly knitted and appears friendly. But even a friendly town has their secretly. A communal coven of witches has recently moved to the town. The coven tends to keep to themselves, clearly desiring to be left alone, but they are also not welcomed by the town. Many suspect they are behind the murder. At first, none of them want to cooperate with the local investigator or the FBI agent. But all of the sudden, one of them reaches out, desiring to help.
I'm planning to play as the witch and I envison you will play as the FBI character. This is an idea that is pretty much inspired by Twin Peaks and I would love to discuss this further with anyone that enjoys David Lynch movies/stories.
Of Ash and Angels (Craving)
The original idea was that I was inspired by the literature trope Dracula's brides.
YC is an ancient, old and powerful vampire. He has survived for centuries, done anything in his might to build a succesful empire, while remaining in the shadows. While he owns a fortune, his most priced posessions is his three wives.
That's until he finds MC.
MC is no one. She is a mortal, who works as a freelance graphic artist and who secretly dreams of becoming an artist. YC is immediately smitten by her. It is a crush that quickly turn into an obsession. As much as he wants to adore her, he also want to hurt her. But is he willing to jeopardize his empire and his relationship with his wives, for a mere mortal that on accident has nestled into his cold, cruel heart?
As I allure, this roleplay will involve multiply characters (a poly/harem RP) and a lot of emotions/angst. This is also a BDSM roleplay. It will also include some world building for the vampire society. The roleplay is set in modern time, specically New York.
Heads will Roll
This roleplay will include kinks, such as: Rough sex, BDSM, love-hate relationship, arranged marriage and set in a neo-18th century/victorian gruesome, fantasy setting.
Before they were even born, they had been promised to each other. As a declaration of ending a 40-year war, A has to leave her family, friend and nation behind to marry the next in line for the crown. B is the crown prince of said rival nation. Due to a stormy relationship with his father, he doesn't see the point of this made up marriage. You could describe B as a playboy, who has had several lovers under his belt and a hunger for pleasure and thrill.
A is the opposite. While she comes from an influential family, she is from a poorer and smaller nation. Compared to B, she naively believes she is going to fall in love with B and together, be his pillar when the day comes and he is on the throne. However, that belief shatters quickly when A meets B. She thinks he is rude and heartless, while B thinks she is dull and overly moralistic.
But even as they claim they don't like each other, there is a spark between them. A sexual tension!
I'm open for ideas, but I do not want to change the kinks, themes or the setting. I know a neo-18th century (or neo-Victorian) gruesome fantasy setting sounds vague, but I believe this story will thrive in a setting that is inspired by 18th century (Victorian) Europe. I also want this to be a heated romance, where morals will be questioned and where our leads will feel clueless of each other's intuition.
Will they live happily ever after, or will it be a power struggle?
This roleplay will include kinks/themes/setting, such as: BDSM, Master/slave dynamic, consensual sex, ritualistic sex, magic and occult themes, modern fantasy.
She was a poisonous sorceress, a fallen angel in disguise!
This prompt is from a roleplay I have done in the past, but fell through right when the spice level was increasing! While I feel I want to create something special and new, I kind of want to reuse this idea.
MC is a witch. A modern witch in both a spiritual sense and that she can use magic. Or, so called love magic. To describe it as briefly as I can, this love magic works in a way that she uses her sex appeal to gain her power. If she wants to perform a spell, she has to perform a sexual ritual to gain any sense of magic.
For two years, MC has been an apprentice and at the start of this roleplay, she has finally reached her goal. The final ritual. But to perform the ritual successfully, she has to fully submit to the craft and the ritual has to be done together with an outsider from her coven. This outsider is YC.
A detail that's worth mentioning is that after the ritual will be done, MC hasn't just gained more power, but accidentally, did a major mistake. While MC succesful, she accidentally cursed herself. With magic shackles, she will be tied to YC's whim. At first, they both want to find a solution to revoke the curse. But when they realize they both gain from her magic, they start to question if they need to follow their morals or their dark intuitions?
When I did this roleplay before, the male lead was a client of MC (MC was working as an attorney). I'm open to using this meet que again.
The Blood is Eternal
MC wakes up at a hospital. She has no recollection of how she ended up there, other than she recalls feeling something sharp sink into her neck. The doctor and nurses are perplexed. Moments before MC woke up, she was declared dead. Eventually, MC turns up on the news as "The woman living without a pulse" and it is described how she maintains her state of living by blood transfusions.
This is where YC comes in the picture. YC is a vampire hunter and when hearing about this sensational news, YC decides to hunt her down. But compared to YC's other hunt, can he slay someone who is oblivious to what they turned to?
I figured this roleplay will be about their relationship, but also MC's wish to learn who turned her. It will be a story that will includes themes, such as: power dynamics, bloodplay and the mystery behind MC's sire.
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