u/DimensionOfDoom

(Leaving character specifics for you open so you can have control over the band!)

The Hannah Bores of three months ago would have never guessed she'd be in a police station right now, least of all for bailing someone out, let alone multiple. She was dressed one of her open floral sweaters over a purple tee, paired with a plain knee-length black/blue skirt and tennis shoes. A long mane of wavy blonde hair a little past her shoulder blades, and stunning green eyes. beneath her rectangula spectacles. No one could have guessed this 5'9 dorkus trying to make herself look as small and non-threatening as possble was here to help the women donned in the most extra outfits, screaming bloody murder and trying to organize their fellow inmates to help escape. She was a doormat, a creative woman who'd rather die than impose or inconvenience someone else, though it could also be described as being 'big hearted'. The women she was defending had been dragged in kicking and screaming fighting against the cops every step of the way. And the funniest thing is, she was noticing how much they'd rubbed off on her, as she struggled to not utter this words 'pig' or 'fascist' that had been a part of the regular vocabulary she'd surrounded himself with since she got this job in the first place.

Ah. Right. The new job. Struggling to pay for her rent after paying for an animation degree left her working for her father's electric and repairs company, usually as tech support. Scrolling through all recruiting sites she knew of, Hannahwas desperate enough for cash that he searched craigslist of all places for jobs. What he saw was intriguing enough that she just \\\*had\\\* to see what was the deal.

\\\*\\\*JACK OF ALL TRADES NEEDED FOR REVOLUTIONARY BAND\\\*\\\*

\\\*We are the up and coming punk band known as IRON CUNT. As talented as we are about fucking our way into the cultural subconscious with our wicked music and message of freedom and autonomy, people don't like dealing with us 'cause we're the real fucking deal. Seeking someone who can put up with our shit and manager shit! Drive us around in our van, book venues for us, set up our equipment, and manage our funds! Do it all, and you'll be in on the ground floor of a social revolution! Worship the IRON CUNT, baby! Applicants should meet us behind the abandoned shipping warehouse after the rave on the 30th.\\\*

And from that night onward, spotting a group of sweaty, outlandishly dressed women passing around a blunt, hER life had been different. After meeting these intense, dedicated artists who encouraged a life of freedom wrestled from any and all oppressors with violent force if necessary, Hannah felt an... odd dedication to her work. Sure, it was a thankless chore, with verbal abuse from the band, long hours, massive and aggressive personalities. These ladies were loud, took up space, and refused to budge an inch from wherever they stood. Mosh pits were a necessity, as well as cracking a few hits out in the crowd themselves when they deemed it. Which had included last night when the crowd had started booing at a man's extremist tattoo, at which the bandmates leapt from the stage and started stomping the shit out of the fascist bootlicker stooge. Now as far as Hannah was concerned, anyone with the tattoo of a regime deserved to get their shit pushed in, but the fighting had gotten too out of hand, and too many people had been seriously injured. But here she was talking to her bandmates through the bars as they demanded her to get them out of this hellhole before the state disappears them. Or, they'll absolutely come back from hell and stomp her ass.

Welcome to the, well, not the big leagues. And likely, Iron Cunt will be too controversial to ever actually make them millionaires. But that's not what this story is about! (Though, maybe it can be with enough time.) This isn't yet about football stadiums sold out, Europe tours, brand deals. This is about roaches passed around in the back of a large van camping out under the stars, eating shitty diner food, writing lyrics behind alleyways while someone else pukes their cheap booze out. And found family/lovers! As intense, wild, and provocative as Iron Cunt can be, and milquetoast and sensitive as Hannahis, these people end up relying on one another and become far closer than ever intended. While I want this to still include plenty of smut, I want there to be heart and a romantic center! (Don't tell me that cuddle piles in the back of a van since they can't afford a hotel aren't cute as fuck.)

I left most of the details about the band members up to you! I'd like them to be ladies, but I'd like to leave it up to you if/any of them are trans as well! Just let me know! But as for their looks, specifics on their music or aesthetic, I want to leave that up to you! But at the end of the day, I imagine them as very intense, passionate, and angry women. So as protective and loving as they can be, they can just as easily butt heads and get absolutely rough with one another if you'd like. At the end of the day, I'm looking for a poly romance between this band and their manager!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, dirty talk, sneaky sex, clothed sex, outercourse, free-use, spanking, scratching, biting, bondage, group sex, milking, overstimulation, anal/anal play, pegging, toys, rough sex, sweat, musk, body worship and more!

Extras: Armpits, drugs, peer pressure, somno/cnc, light-medium pain, watersports, beating/impact play.

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, sexual gore, hyper, vomit, needles, dirty feet, diapers, knife play, and snuff.

Hope to talk more soon!

Hey all! My name is Rain, I’m 22 years old, and I use any/all pronouns! I am rather masculine presenting, and I do have a cock if it matters to ya. I’m looking for a hypnotist who’s genderqueer (simply trans, nonbinary, etc) who wants to be my friend!

A friend who shapes and molds my head like clay.

I’m a massive fucking nerd who loves video games, books, animation, TTRPG’s, you can get me going down a million different topics. Helldivers, Ghost of Yotei, DC, Star Wars, Avatar/Korra, Samurai Jack, God of War, Ghibli, and more! I want you to find my passions and loves and pry into my brain.

Help me discover why I like those things, peel into my subconscious to figure out how I work. And bend me to your liking. Be kind, friendly, manipulative, controlling. Those who want to constantly send me porn, learn my kinks, fetishes, fantasies, and use them to warp me into a worst version of myself with a friendly face are most welcome!

I enjoy spirals, memory play, fractionization, triggers, porn addiction, dronification, and I’m sure lots more, I’m just not super frequently hypnotized.

Hope we can talk more soon!

Not gonna lie to you and say that I’ve got a super deep plot for this. So this prompt itself may end up being on the short side.

At the end of the day, I’m searching for a sweet and smutty romance, mostly sweet stuff mixed with freaky deaky BDSM sex as a way of growing closer. I’d be playing a character who’s never really been attracted to a man before, who’s still all new to this. You’re going to be my first for many things, being both newly questioning as well as a pretty vanilla person before meeting you. And I want to give you lots of space to create your character, but a passion and care for Kink is going to be critical for the story I have in mind. I want to explore someone who finds that physical aspect very important to developing a deeper relationship! Talking through kinks and limits together, planning scenarios, safewords. Exploring new fetishes, discussing favorites, what works and what could be improved. Really get into the nitty gritty.

I will be playing a sweetheart. A dorkus. A golden retriever who’s built like a fucking walking tank, but gives the absolute most heart-melting puppy dog eyes ever. Maybe you should teach this puppy how to really bark! Travis o'brian is just a few years off from his art degree, a painter of some great skill who loves telling stories, loves the process of creating. The son of a single mother who never stopped working to provide for herself and her son, Travis had to grow up rather quickly and it's certainly affected the person he is today. Largely keeps to himself, never really putting himself out there unless he has to. Cautious to a fault, an overplanner and overthinker who must have his schedule mentally planned out and can't bear or really stand spontanaiety. Those few who can actually get to know him know that Travis is lovable, kind, generous with his effort and time, and can be honestly quite rowdy. But to the rest of the world, he's this quiet, lumbering mass who does his best to shrink himself everywhere as to take up less of other people's space. He stands at 6'4, with a broad chest, wide shoulders, and some plush to his mass that turns him from tank to a teddy bear. He's got a stomach to him, a little bit of heft and pudge, but WHOO does he feel strong under that soft outer shell. His hair is a beautiful golden brown, a little past his ears, curling just above his blue rectangular spectacles and sparkling green eyes. Travis has a very deep, sonorous voice that could've been a lovely bass had he been trained for choir.

Again, I want to give you control over your character's looks, personality, motivation! Just know I'm not a big fan of mustaches, beards, or heavy chest hair! I do like my guys a little thick, maybe some density to them, and I'll NEVER say no to a punk. But at the end of the day, play who'd you like! Are you someone older, maybe even a professor or guest tutor? An art critic/salesman? Maybe a fellow student? Drug dealer? The world's your oyster! My only request be that kink as a hobby and passion is something your character loves!

Speaking of!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, dirty talk, dry humping, edging, overstimulation, milking, BDSM, bondage light-heavy, gas masks, toys, anal/anal play, pegging, creampies, facesitting, cockwarming, sneaky sex, public sex, outercourse, cumming in clothes, scentplay, foodplay, shibari, impact play, spanking, hickeys, body marking/writing, ice/wax, and I'm very interested in learning about other kinds of kinks alongside Travis!

Optionals: Musk, sweat, armpits, and watersports!

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, gore, vomit, needles, diapers, vore, hyper, feet, abdl, and snuff!

Hope to talk more soon!

I won't lie to you and tell you that this is a totally original, brand-new and unique idea. So don't expect this one to be particularly long! People will write stories about their mothers' bisexual/lesbian awakenings and the erotica of her new woman taking a dominant place in the household until the end of time. There are many like it, but this one is mine! I'll be taking on the role of an adorkable, mousey young trans woman who's still living with her mother while attempting to earn her Animation Degree! You will be the rogue element. Change. A hurricane of force that enters this domain and warps it to your whims.

I will be playing as Hannah Bores, a blend of animation and gaming nerd, wallflower, sensitive artist, and your future prey! Hannah's a sheltered girl, her single mother working since her birth to keep them housed, fed, and her daughter happy. Hannah didn't really get out much, developing rather quickly so she could take care of herself and the home while her mother was out on the job. Hannah knows how to cook well, how to keep things tidy, how to keep a home, all of it! Just because her Mom pays the rents doesn't mean that Hannah, who struggles as well needing supplies for school, doesn't help out when she can. That goes true for anyone, Hannah loves being uself, desperate for approval on being needed and important to someone. No father figure and a mother either sleeping or working all the time will do that to you. She wants nothing more than to be cherished and adored, and she's willing to bend over backwards and act as a doormat if it means people will like her more. Hannah's still working on her Animation degree, her room filled with doodles, art prints, and movies she loves, a true artist and creative at heart. but what happens when another woman with a much stronger will has different aims? Hannah stands at 5'8, with a very lithe, reedy build. A pound or two off from people saying 'that girl needs a sandwich'. (Though, she does try to eat so Estrogen can help keep feeding her B-cup tits and pert little butt.) Delicate fingers often stained with pencil lead or various colors, a thin, narrow face with high cheekbones and a sharp nose that makes her look a little bird-like. She's got strawberry blonde hair, usually straight or a little wavy right below her shoulderblades, or tied up into a messy bun. She also wears some blue spectacles over her bright green eyes, often pushed up on her forehead or slightly askew.

Hannah's mother, Ada Bores, surprisingly looks like her daughter! Her blonde hair has been greying for a while, her body just as whispy and lanky, and surprisingly taller than her daughter. Eternally tired nurse, she has almost no friends, no support system, and barely any idea on how to live her life. Perfect for you to swoop in.

But who are you? Really, I did leave things a little purposefully open! Are you a stone butch biker with a comfy inheritance, who wants beers brought while you watch monster truck shows? Maybe a middle-aged fashion executive, with far-reaching influence and even deeper bank accounts to wrap around Ada and her daughter. Or maybe you're a trust fund baby, someone Hannah's age, a Campus Queen who's setting up a sweet little desperate older woman to adore you, her pathetic daughter just a cherry on top. And your focus on desires is up to you as well! Is dating Hannah's mother a boring fling, an excuse to fuck around with her daughter under her own nose for the thrill? Perhaps you wanted one sad woman to manipulate for entertainment, and found another, what luck! Or maybe a geniune, if manipulative, relationship is merely the gateway for a much more serious incestuous polycule!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, dirty talk, sneaky sex/situations, hold the moan, clothed sex, outercourse, dry humping, cumming in/on clothes, BDSM, bondage light-heavy, light-medium pain, impact play, spanking, choking, body marking, biting, milking, overtstimulation, anal/anal play, toys, object insertion, degradation, humiliation, and more!

Optionals: Musk, sweat, armpits, watersports, and incest!

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, gore, vomit, needles, diapers, hyper, vore, feet, and snuff.

Hope to talk soon!

Good morning, afternoon, and evening, one and all! Just a quick disclaimer that I am searching for a dominant partner for this prompt! And while I have a general dynamic in mind, role specifics are not entirely laid out yet! So while I'll be providing a few ideas, I'm always happy to hear your pitches.

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You knew everything you could about Hannah Bores. Of course you did. It could be from your agents stalking her every online move. Goons following her day to day process. Maybe just over peeling back layer by layer via casual dating until she was too wrapped around your finger to ever think about leaving. And you liked having that knowledge, it's power, after all. Power over her. her heart, her mind, her body, her soul. You're a generous person, most of the time. You have your positives. But you can't lie and say you enjoy the thrill of seeing her be a little scared of you.

It's not like you move and she flinches. (Though I won't mind if you'd like that.) But she knows that she's GOT to stay by you. Either financially or socially, she's ruined if she even things about leaving you. You could have enough compromising pictures to ruin her social life forever, your... play sessions are particularly degrading. Or perhaps without your wealth, and the lack of a security net or friends and family to rely on that you so \\\\\\\*carefully\\\\\\\* cultivated that she would be on the street. Hungry. Unhoused. Unloved.

Because she's an Artist! Now, Hannah's a damn good one, it may even be why you chose her to be yours in the first place. This 23 year old university student is a stunning paintress, capturing whole stories in a single image. It's her everything. She's not great at numbers, or is a very social creature. She can barely cook for herself, dresses for comfort over style any and every time. Hannah is a dork, an unabashed nerd who loves to ramble on her favorite games and shows and bullshit you really don't understand, but you love how excited it gets her. Cause she is a cutie! A lanky 6 foot tall broad with slim arms and legs filled out with soft curves, small and tender breasts, and a juicy, perky butt. She's got strawberry blonde hair she holds up in a messy bun most of the time, or falls straight over her freckled shoulders. An angular nose and sharp cheeks, she's almost bird-like in her movements and mannerisms, especially her tittering giggle or squawking heavy laughs. She's this beautiful, vibrant ball of life and passion and you just want to keep her in your palms, or a gilded cage would work too.

But just who are you? Are you the heiress to generational wealth, a tycoon or magnate who lives and thrives in high society? Perhaps the head of a shady government organization, with nigh infinite resources at your disposal and a slew of agents at beck and call? Perhaps a terrifying mob boss with her own gang, and a history of literal bodies in your closet?

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Whomever you choose to be, I want this shit to be \\\\\\\*rough\\\\\\\*. I want you to manipulate, abuse, degrade, lovebomb, blackmail, threaten, coerce, and other verbs for taking the beautiful Hannah and turning her into your... thing. It could be love. In a way. Doesn't have to be, she just has to believe it is. So please be willing to discuss fucked up dynamics, and PLEASE be specific with any limits when it comes to the abuse doled out. I want this to pretty much be focused on the character dynamics, though I'm happy to plan out a more in-depth story arc if something speaks to us!

(PLEASE make me aware if anything touches on your limits! A lot of these aren't necessities.)

Kinks: Groping, teasing, degradation, humiliation, praise, intox, non/dub con, gaslighting, manipulation, spanking, impact play, hitting, biting, scratching, body marking/writing, choking/breath play, face sitting, BDSM, light-medium bondage, light-medium pain, outfit control, clothed sex, outercourse, milking, overstimulation, public/sneaky sex, toys, anal/anal play, rimming, pegging, prostitution, armpits, sweat, musk, shibari, wax play, watersports, and I'm sure some more!

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, gore, vomit, needles, hyper, vore, diapers, dirty feet, and snuff!

I hope we can talk further!

I won't lie to you and tell you that this is a totally original, brand-new and unique idea. So don't expect this one to be particularly long! People will write stories about their mothers' bisexual/lesbian awakenings and the erotica of her new woman taking a dominant place in the household until the end of time. There are many like it, but this one is mine! I'll be taking on the role of an adorkable, mousey young trans woman who's still living with her mother while attempting to earn her Animation Degree! You will be the rogue element. Change. A hurricane of force that enters this domain and warps it to your whims.

I will be playing as Hannah Bores, a blend of animation and gaming nerd, wallflower, sensitive artist, and your future prey! Hannah's a sheltered girl, her single mother working since her birth to keep them housed, fed, and her daughter happy. Hannah didn't really get out much, developing rather quickly so she could take care of herself and the home while her mother was out on the job. Hannah knows how to cook well, how to keep things tidy, how to keep a home, all of it! Just because her Mom pays the rents doesn't mean that Hannah, who struggles as well needing supplies for school, doesn't help out when she can. That goes true for anyone, Hannah loves being uself, desperate for approval on being needed and important to someone. No father figure and a mother either sleeping or working all the time will do that to you. She wants nothing more than to be cherished and adored, and she's willing to bend over backwards and act as a doormat if it means people will like her more. Hannah's still working on her Animation degree, her room filled with doodles, art prints, and movies she loves, a true artist and creative at heart. but what happens when another woman with a much stronger will has different aims? Hannah stands at 5'8, with a very lithe, reedy build. A pound or two off from people saying 'that girl needs a sandwich'. (Though, she does try to eat so Estrogen can help keep feeding her B-cup tits and pert little butt.) Delicate fingers often stained with pencil lead or various colors, a thin, narrow face with high cheekbones and a sharp nose that makes her look a little bird-like. She's got strawberry blonde hair, usually straight or a little wavy right below her shoulderblades, or tied up into a messy bun. She also wears some blue spectacles over her bright green eyes, often pushed up on her forehead or slightly askew.

Hannah's mother, Ada Bores, surprisingly looks like her daughter! Her blonde hair has been greying for a while, her body just as whispy and lanky, and surprisingly taller than her daughter. Eternally tired nurse, she has almost no friends, no support system, and barely any idea on how to live her life. Perfect for you to swoop in.

But who are you? Really, I did leave things a little purposefully open! Are you a stone butch biker with a comfy inheritance, who wants beers brought while you watch monster truck shows? Maybe a middle-aged fashion executive, with far-reaching influence and even deeper bank accounts to wrap around Ada and her daughter. Or maybe you're a trust fund baby, someone Hannah's age, a Campus Queen who's setting up a sweet little desperate older woman to adore you, her pathetic daughter just a cherry on top. And your focus on desires is up to you as well! Is dating Hannah's mother a boring fling, an excuse to fuck around with her daughter under her own nose for the thrill? Perhaps you wanted one sad woman to manipulate for entertainment, and found another, what luck! Or maybe a geniune, if manipulative, relationship is merely the gateway for a much more serious incestuous polycule!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, dirty talk, sneaky sex/situations, hold the moan, clothed sex, outercourse, dry humping, cumming in/on clothes, BDSM, bondage light-heavy, light-medium pain, impact play, spanking, choking, body marking, biting, milking, overtstimulation, anal/anal play, toys, object insertion, degradation, humiliation, and more!

Optionals: Musk, sweat, armpits, watersports, and incest!

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, gore, vomit, needles, diapers, hyper, vore, feet, and snuff.

Hope to talk soon!

Despite being the talk of the town in the farming community of Cloverdown, Simon Hodges is ultimately unnoticed by the world. In the lives of the merchants, nobility, and generals that made the nation of Revachol move, he was a nobody. He holds no status, as he makes another branch in a family tree of those who've spent their lives toiling in the earth for feeding others. While he knows the ins and outs of tending the land and caring for animals, he lacks any formal education, or training in another trade like leatherwork or blacksmithing. Simon knows how to farm, but he knows how to do it damn well. This 23 year old man also has no fine clothing or jewelry, only canvas shirts and pants for the summer and spring, with only a few warm pieces for winter weather. Simon will only ever inherit the land his family has worked on for four generations, and carry the honor of continuing their legacy.

But that's not to say he isn't one of the finest specimens in the lands, and the large farming town he's grown up around knows it. For one, he's just hard to miss. 6'4, with a wide and broad build and a cavernous chest, Travis is the size of an Ox. An Ox with wavy dirt-brown hair to the middle of his neck, emerald green eyes, and a small, rounded nose. His skin is well-tanned, some sun spots atop his shoulders and cherubic cheeks. And though he does clearly have muscles thanks to a lifetime of labor building upon an already great strength due to bulk, he's built more like a plush toy than carved marble. A soft stomach, some love handles, and a great bubbling rear only add to his sense of scale. But as much as he's known for his bulk, he's known for his incredible kindness. Though he takes genuine pride in helping others, thanks to how tight-knit his community is, he can be a bit of a doormat. Though neighbors and friends can call on a powerful hand when they need it, he's also known for running late to things because he stopped to help someone else. Yes, a bit dopey, but is just a genuine man who thrives off of providing valued services to other people. Every Harvest Festival becomes an absolute event as people gather to watch physical feats of strength (or constitution for drinking and eating contests) performed by their local hero.

And on one fateful summer day, selling vegetables and fruit on the city streets of the capitol of the Kingdom of Revachol, someone VERY important takes notice. Someone who sees past the tattered clothing and well-worn boots, the dirt still under his uneven fingernails, the faint sunburn on his cheeks. This visiting monarch of a foreign nation saw the beauty of his form, and the stunning jewel it could become, when just polishing off the dust and displayed in finery. An elven king, unconceivably old to humankind, with all the skill, power, and peculiarities that come along with it. And having become so old, he does have peculiarities of his own when it comes to his wants. Wants hee weeks to enact upon this boy until he's gasping, crying, begging, and utterly at his mercy. Devoted. Perfect. He. must. have him.

Yeah, it's a bit indulgent, so sue me. I am seeking a very intensely erotic love story between these two men! Simon's world is about to be rocked when a nigh-immortal "propositions", essentially kidnaps, him to come back home with him. I'd love to follow how Simon adapts from being away from everything he's ever known, into a society that does not value his skills or really require them. How does Simon affect this king? Can he influence him to feel more and show more passion from his mortal nature, or grow annoyed with his mewling and attempt to imprint his grip on Simon deeper?

Either way, yeah, I want this to be raunchy as fuck. I'm hoping your King is romantic and is obviously very protective of Simon, but very sexually hungry. (And honestly, the more off-putting or even scary you make him, the better!) But I've left most of his description open for you to write him as you please! Simon has had many flings with prospective lovers, he's a popular man! But this is a committed relationship, and far from traditional. I'd love to explore what forms that love can take between these two! (Though, I certainly doubt there aren't toxic/abusive elements in there.) Sexually, I am submissive, but I'd love to switch up whose giving/receiving!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, sneaky sex, clothed sex, outercourse, public/exhibition, group sex, breeding, creampies, facesitting, anal/anal play, rimming, fingering, body marking/writing, biting, hickeys, choking, spanking, light-medium pain, hot wax, using magic, tentacles/vines, intox, hair pulling, gangbangs, toys, prostitution, and more!

Optionals: Watersports, light cbt, somno, armpits, musk, and I've never tried sounding, but light sounding sounds fun to try!

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, gore, vomit, needles, diapers, knife play, hyper, smegma, vore, and snuff!

Please message me if you enjoyed the prompt!

(Leaving character specifics for you open so you can have control over the band!)

The Hannah Bores of three months ago would have never guessed she'd be in a police station right now, least of all for bailing someone out, let alone multiple. She was dressed one of her open floral sweaters over a purple tee, paired with a plain knee-length black/blue skirt and tennis shoes. A long mane of wavy blonde hair a little past her shoulder blades, and stunning green eyes. beneath her rectangula spectacles. No one could have guessed this 5'9 dorkus trying to make herself look as small and non-threatening as possble was here to help the women donned in the most extra outfits, screaming bloody murder and trying to organize their fellow inmates to help escape. She was a doormat, a creative woman who'd rather die than impose or inconvenience someone else, though it could also be described as being 'big hearted'. The women she was defending had been dragged in kicking and screaming fighting against the cops every step of the way. And the funniest thing is, she was noticing how much they'd rubbed off on her, as she struggled to not utter this words 'pig' or 'fascist' that had been a part of the regular vocabulary she'd surrounded himself with since she got this job in the first place.

Ah. Right. The new job. Struggling to pay for her rent after paying for an animation degree left her working for her father's electric and repairs company, usually as tech support. Scrolling through all recruiting sites she knew of, Hannahwas desperate enough for cash that he searched craigslist of all places for jobs. What he saw was intriguing enough that she just \*had\* to see what was the deal.

\*\*JACK OF ALL TRADES NEEDED FOR REVOLUTIONARY BAND\*\*

\*We are the up and coming punk band known as IRON CUNT. As talented as we are about fucking our way into the cultural subconscious with our wicked music and message of freedom and autonomy, people don't like dealing with us 'cause we're the real fucking deal. Seeking someone who can put up with our shit and manager shit! Drive us around in our van, book venues for us, set up our equipment, and manage our funds! Do it all, and you'll be in on the ground floor of a social revolution! Worship the IRON CUNT, baby! Applicants should meet us behind the abandoned shipping warehouse after the rave on the 30th.\*

And from that night onward, spotting a group of sweaty, outlandishly dressed women passing around a blunt, hER life had been different. After meeting these intense, dedicated artists who encouraged a life of freedom wrestled from any and all oppressors with violent force if necessary, Hannah felt an... odd dedication to her work. Sure, it was a thankless chore, with verbal abuse from the band, long hours, massive and aggressive personalities. These ladies were loud, took up space, and refused to budge an inch from wherever they stood. Mosh pits were a necessity, as well as cracking a few hits out in the crowd themselves when they deemed it. Which had included last night when the crowd had started booing at a man's extremist tattoo, at which the bandmates leapt from the stage and started stomping the shit out of the fascist bootlicker stooge. Now as far as Hannah was concerned, anyone with the tattoo of a regime deserved to get their shit pushed in, but the fighting had gotten too out of hand, and too many people had been seriously injured. But here she was talking to her bandmates through the bars as they demanded her to get them out of this hellhole before the state disappears them. Or, they'll absolutely come back from hell and stomp her ass.

Welcome to the, well, not the big leagues. And likely, Iron Cunt will be too controversial to ever actually make them millionaires. But that's not what this story is about! (Though, maybe it can be with enough time.) This isn't yet about football stadiums sold out, Europe tours, brand deals. This is about roaches passed around in the back of a large van camping out under the stars, eating shitty diner food, writing lyrics behind alleyways while someone else pukes their cheap booze out. And found family/lovers! As intense, wild, and provocative as Iron Cunt can be, and milquetoast and sensitive as Hannahis, these people end up relying on one another and become far closer than ever intended. While I want this to still include plenty of smut, I want there to be heart and a romantic center! (Don't tell me that cuddle piles in the back of a van since they can't afford a hotel aren't cute as fuck.)

I left most of the details about the band members up to you! I'd like them to be ladies, but I'd like to leave it up to you if/any of them are trans as well! Just let me know! But as for their looks, specifics on their music or aesthetic, I want to leave that up to you! But at the end of the day, I imagine them as very intense, passionate, and angry women. So as protective and loving as they can be, they can just as easily butt heads and get absolutely rough with one another if you'd like. At the end of the day, I'm looking for a poly romance between this band and their manager!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, dirty talk, sneaky sex, clothed sex, outercourse, free-use, spanking, scratching, biting, bondage, group sex, milking, overstimulation, anal/anal play, pegging, toys, rough sex, sweat, musk, body worship and more!

Extras: Armpits, drugs, peer pressure, somno/cnc, light-medium pain, watersports, beating/impact play.

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, sexual gore, hyper, vomit, needles, dirty feet, diapers, knife play, and snuff.

Hope to talk more soon!

(This work is intended to be a Fable, Fairy Tale, or Ghibli story between a sweet maiden and a cruel and pernicious witch. She can be a wicked fey, a bloodied devil worshipper, a conduit of Eldritch force, or otherwise! Underneath her crass and demanding exterior, does someone with the potential to love and care and change exist? Or is this poor, fair maiden to be stuck with a cruel and demanding mistress at her every whim? It’s open-ended as to what kind of character you are, so please come with plenty of ideas!)

Marion stifled back a curse as the hem of her dress caught on a wicked branch, forming one of now a half dozen cuts into the flowing black fabric. Oh, she knew how cross her father’d be at her for being outside of the colony so late! As much as she feared the creaks, groans, and calls of the night, she feared the repercussions of her foolishness more. How many times over the last twenty years had she been lectured on the dangers of staying out past the walls at night? The tales of things more conniving and scheming than wolves haunting the neighboring hills sent chills down her spine.

The sludgy, suckling sound as she found her right foot sinking into chilled swamp mud made her feel even worse. She yelped a shrill scream, goosebumps spreading across her flesh. It was quite a sight, seeing a seamstress and aspiring painter, the daughter of a local tanner, struggle and scream her curses to the sky as she waded through the sludge and slop. Marion had a wiry, lanky frame built for a delicate grace that she barely had on the most presentable days. When she’s sat down and focused, her slender fingers and lengthy arms are a dance as she works upon her fabrics. Her gorgeous mane of auburn hair glows in the sun, framing her thin, narrow and almost bird-like face. It now frayed and clumped and draped over her face in the most infuriating ways as she attempted to move closer and closer towards the nearest patch of dry land.

All this for finding a painting space! She had spent a long time seeking the subject of her next painting. Hopefully some kind of beautiful glade, some good sun, maybe a fallen log or mushrooms of a certain sort! Now all she could imagine as ruining a paintbrush painting the jagged edges of this damned swamp to capture its terrible-ness. When her hands finally found stable ground, she hoisted herself up with great effort, dress and stockings ruined by mud up to her mid-thigh, flatfoot shoes thoroughly SOAKED. Heaving for breath, high cheeks flush red from exhaustion, she closes her eyes for just a moment as she takes some heavy breaths.

When her sparkling green eyes open once more, she catches a glimpse of something. Firelight. Too far away to tell, a pinprick, but she couldn’t tell if it was orange, blue, a sickly purple, green. But it wad a way forward. Climbing to her feet, not breaking her gaze, she began to move forward. Over toadstools and grassbanks and mulch, thick mud still clinging to her body, she had to keep moving. Was this power God? A God? Was it… destiny? Entranced, every warning story about wandered in forests at night seemed to fade away with the allure of what felt like a grand prize coming closer and closer within reach.

Marion MacLeod would find little more than bondage and servitude for life.

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What’s a girl like Mary to do? A sweet, helpful, and emotionally-driven artist is lost in the woods, and she’s NOT supposed to follow unnervingly enchanting lights? Either way, I’m looking for a dominant partner to play the consequences of Marion’s foolishness.

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I don’t specifically have a long-term plot down. Initial setup will be tricking Marion into a contract, written or otherwise, that turns her officially into your familiar. A being bound to your whims until you specifically release her from her bond of duty to you. She is magically compelled to follow tasks and orders, from things like fetching ingredients, to how she’s allowed to dress, down to changing her posture when standing or sitting. Of course, what Witch with a pretty thing like Hannah wouldn’t subject her to all manner of sexual depravity, humiliations, and desires! She’s yours, barely more than an indentured servant with no way to escape you.

Maybe you can, and do learn to love her. Yes, you may need to milk her agony and ecstasy for spell charging, leave her with bruises to remind her of your love, but you still care for her and wish for her happiness. Or perhaps with a new slave and essentially mana tank for you, you can take a next step in bending the surrounding land to your rule! I’m quite happy with any ideas, I just want to give you plenty of control for your character!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, outercourse, clothed sex, public/sneaky sex, exhibition, BDSM, light-heavy bondage, light-medium pain, power dynamics, body writing/marking, bruises, hickeys, scratches, breath play, size difference, anal/anal play, breastfeeding, pegging, use of magic, milking, overstimulation, degradation, and more!

Optionals: Watersports, musk, armpits, tentacles, beast

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, sexual gore, vomit, needles, diapers, vore, dirty feet, and snuff

Hope to talk soon!

Hey, I'm gonna specify up front that while it's not required, anyone willing to make a Yakuza-centric vibe to this story gets an edge on others! That being said, come with any and all ideas.)

This sucks. God, this really *fucking* sucks. Travis paced back and forth in the dimly lit alleyway, listening to his own heartbeat and the sound of cars driving in the nearest street. He'd lost his job working at his College's Book Store, thanks to a bout of excessive water damage. And there was no way he was going to be able to afford his next quarter of animation and art classes, not in the slightest. And that wasn't even counting making his rent, groceries? He was fucked. Dead in the water. Up shit's creek without a paddle. And so here he was, with one last desperate plan. A few of the kids on campus, either the most desperate, most wealthy (and stupid), or most ready to party all spoke about the same club. The Blossom. If you needed your credit card debt cleared, they'd help you out. Need the best booze and drugs for your Rager? You get suppliers from The Blossom. And if you needed money?

Well, there was a reason Travis O'brian walked back onto the street, lit up with neon pink light advertising *The Blossom*. Bumping base music could be heard through the building, felt in vibrations on the floor. The crowd chattering away in the waiting line were all excited to go in and dance, drink, maybe even gamble a little bit in the seedier upper floors if they could get VIP access. All of them brimming with excitement and eager to party until dawn. Travis, however, was trying to stop sweat from running down his back like a river. When he got to the bouncer, a tough man with steel-corded muscles and was covered in tattoos.

Travis was a giant teddy bear, and was pretty easy to read. Despite being a 6'4 juggernaut, with broad shoulders and wide chest, he looked soft. Part of that was because he physically was plush, a soft tummy to him, some love handles, though it gave him a bulk that portrayed quite a bit of natural strength. But he also looked soft because of his presentation. Big doe eyes, emerald green, behind a pair of rectangular glasses that sat slightly off-kilter on his nose. Fluffy golden-brown hair that hung a little over his ears and eyes, and a posture that clearly showed he was trying to take up as little room as possible. But despite his more innocent looks, his ID still checked out, and he was allowed inside.

Immediately put off by his music, he went over the instructions he received for getting his problems solved. According to his friend, Alex, you find one of the security guards by the stairs leading to the upstairs VIP floors. You ask for "blessings for work", and then you'll be set. So, stomaching how much he fucking despised the blaring, soul-shaking edm, he moved forward. A giant pressing through crowds of dancing hordes, his eyes caught on one of said staircases, led by two men, wearing sunglasses and fine suits, along with earpieces. Trying to steady his rapidly-beating heart, he caught their attention a few dozen paces from being within talking distance. His mouth painfully dry, he cleared his throat. "Hi. I'm Travis O'brian, and I'm look for some blessings, for work. I need money, plain and simple."

Silently, the skinny, yet beautiful male guard on the left walked forward, eyes trailing up and down the man's body. Not saying anything, Travis gulped as a bead of sweat ran down his temple. As the smaller guard turned away, speaking into his earpiece as he did, the other reached forward and worked on patting him down. After a moment, he was told to follow them, and began to walk up the steps. The first floor was another level of club, though the people were dressed better, there were some gambling tables, as well was all kinds of men and women dancing on various stages. Scantily clad people were serving drinks, lighting cigars and joints, as well as performing lap dances. A few others were led away by customers, to hallways he couldn't see. The third floor was *relatively* quiet, with quiet card games and billiards tables, where the servants here were all entirely nude. Many were being left alone, but others were serving men and women on their knees, or being fondled and played with over a table. Floor four was just a hallway, leading to a door.

"The boss is inside. He'll discuss your new job opportunity."

# What sort of offer lay behind those doors?

I'll tell you what! Travis is going to be offered a very lucrative position. This Organized Crime Boss takes a liking to this desperate teddy bear of a man, and sees an opportunity. He wants Travis as a personal piece of arm candy. An employee to serve in his business, and more importantly, serve him and whatever associates he demands. This is intended to be heavily focused on the power dynamic, being slutted out, and the financial domination as well. Extra points for someone who does want to make it into a dark romance, but no worries if you'd rather focus on a non-romantic aspect, 100% fine by me!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, nudty, exhibition, light/mild pain play, bdsm, public sex, outercourse, stalking, power dynamics, sneaky sex/hold the moan, spanking, bondage, bruising, biting, scratching, body marking/writing, creampies, rimming, anal/anal play, gangbangs, trains, overstimulation, milking, degradation, dirty talk, and more! Optional kinks: Drug play/intox, non con/dub con, romance! Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, sexual gore, vomit, needles, diapers, vore, hyper, feet, and sexual snuff!

Hope to talk soon!

Good morning, afternoon, and evening, one and all! Just a quick disclaimer that I am searching for a dominant partner for this prompt! And while I have a general dynamic in mind, role specifics are not entirely laid out yet! So while I'll be providing a few ideas, I'm always happy to hear your pitches.

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You knew everything you could about Hannah Bores. Of course you did. It could be from your agents stalking her every online move. Goons following her day to day process. Maybe just over peeling back layer by layer via casual dating until she was too wrapped around your finger to ever think about leaving. And you liked having that knowledge, it's power, after all. Power over her. her heart, her mind, her body, her soul. You're a generous person, most of the time. You have your positives. But you can't lie and say you enjoy the thrill of seeing her be a little scared of you.

It's not like you move and she flinches. (Though I won't mind if you'd like that.) But she knows that she's GOT to stay by you. Either financially or socially, she's ruined if she even things about leaving you. You could have enough compromising pictures to ruin her social life forever, your... play sessions are particularly degrading. Or perhaps without your wealth, and the lack of a security net or friends and family to rely on that you so \\\*carefully\\\* cultivated that she would be on the street. Hungry. Unhoused. Unloved.

Because she's an Artist! Now, Hannah's a damn good one, it may even be why you chose her to be yours in the first place. This 23 year old university student is a stunning paintress, capturing whole stories in a single image. It's her everything. She's not great at numbers, or is a very social creature. She can barely cook for herself, dresses for comfort over style any and every time. Hannah is a dork, an unabashed nerd who loves to ramble on her favorite games and shows and bullshit you really don't understand, but you love how excited it gets her. Cause she is a cutie! A lanky 6 foot tall broad with slim arms and legs filled out with soft curves, small and tender breasts, and a juicy, perky butt. She's got strawberry blonde hair she holds up in a messy bun most of the time, or falls straight over her freckled shoulders. An angular nose and sharp cheeks, she's almost bird-like in her movements and mannerisms, especially her tittering giggle or squawking heavy laughs. She's this beautiful, vibrant ball of life and passion and you just want to keep her in your palms, or a gilded cage would work too.

But just who are you? Are you the heiress to generational wealth, a tycoon or magnate who lives and thrives in high society? Perhaps the head of a shady government organization, with nigh infinite resources at your disposal and a slew of agents at beck and call? Perhaps a terrifying mob boss with her own gang, and a history of literal bodies in your closet?

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Whomever you choose to be, I want this shit to be \\\*rough\\\*. I want you to manipulate, abuse, degrade, lovebomb, blackmail, threaten, coerce, and other verbs for taking the beautiful Hannah and turning her into your... thing. It could be love. In a way. Doesn't have to be, she just has to believe it is. So please be willing to discuss fucked up dynamics, and PLEASE be specific with any limits when it comes to the abuse doled out. I want this to pretty much be focused on the character dynamics, though I'm happy to plan out a more in-depth story arc if something speaks to us!

(PLEASE make me aware if anything touches on your limits! A lot of these aren't necessities.)

Kinks: Groping, teasing, degradation, humiliation, praise, intox, non/dub con, gaslighting, manipulation, spanking, impact play, hitting, biting, scratching, body marking/writing, choking/breath play, face sitting, BDSM, light-medium bondage, light-medium pain, outfit control, clothed sex, outercourse, milking, overstimulation, public/sneaky sex, toys, anal/anal play, rimming, pegging, prostitution, armpits, sweat, musk, shibari, wax play, watersports, and I'm sure some more!

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, gore, vomit, needles, hyper, vore, diapers, dirty feet, and snuff!

I hope we can talk further!

Travis had no damn clue why he ever agreed to this. He HATED crowds, and loud ones at that. And sure, his music taste wasn’t ‘cool’, but did anyone actually? like edm? Still, he followed the small handful of people he called his ‘friends’ deeper into the club. Despite his attempts to blend in and make himself small, his sheer stature made it difficult. 6’4, with a broad chest, wide shoulders. A plush build, soft, but not obese. Like a big teddy bear, with big, strong hands. He has a mop of fluffy brown hair, barely long enough to hit the middle of his neck, and blue rectangular spectacles over his beautiful green eyes.

Tonight, he’s wearing an unbuttoned pink hawaiian button-up over a plain dark tee and some cargo pants. He dressed for comfort over fashion every day of the week. Not schlubby, just unremarkable, and that’s just how he liked it. Especially on tonight of all nights, his friend group not being the only ones celebrating the end of midterms. The club known as Tapped was thriving, with a sea of college-goers letting off steam with drinks, dancing, and drugs.

“And, there’s apparently a helluva show tonight guys. Some real popular talent that works here is gonna perform!” Rebecca, the friend who had reccommended the place, ordered them all drinks as they made their way to a table by the centre stage, just starting the night off with good laughs and drinks between friends. After about 20 musics, sultry, yet swingy music began blaring through the speaker systems. The Announcer asked for the crowds to give a ‘big warm welcome’ to Tapped Alumni…

(I’m leaving this intentionally vague, just with some guiding thoughts so they’re still largely your character!) Chic. Stunning. Glamorous. A diva with a powerful charm and… almost a transatlantic accent? Some kind of affectation, for sure. Oozing with love of drama, touch, all things salacious. Her performance is captivating, like a sexy siren’s song, though she finds herself caught in the eyes of her own jolly sailor bold. A beautiful, gorgeous bull of a man with sweet sweet puppy dog eyes and love handles perfect for grabbing and biting. And the glimmer of inexperience bubbling up against expectations as the young man in the crowd was, without a doubt, having some kind of awakening. In his heart, and in his underwear.

And to be frank, I don’t know how much more set up you need after that! I want this to be an opposites-attract sweet gay romance. I’ll be playing as an adorkable closeted nerd, and you’ll be a larger than life drag queen! One that, in my mind, performs and enjoys kink as much as she does Drag! In my mind, a budding BDSM dom/sub dynamic is just as much a focus as the romance itself, talking about consent and kinks in-character is sexy! And yes, I’d be the submissive!

Please feel free to design your character as you like! I tried to give you as much freedom as possible, but just feel free to make some changes if you can think of something better!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, sneaky sex, clothed sex, outercourse, dry humping, oral, anal/anal play, rimming, toys, Bondage, spanking, body marking/writing, impact play, choking, spit, musk, body worship, face sitting, sloppy sex, and more! I’m down for lots of things so if you don’t see it here, just ask! Least I can do is say no. Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, gore, vomit, needles, diapers, hyper, vore, feet, and snuff!

I am 18+, all characters within are 18+, and you should be too!

(Leaving character specifics for you open so you can have control over the band!)

The Hannah Bores of three months ago would have never guessed she'd be in a police station right now, least of all for bailing someone out, let alone multiple. She was dressed one of her open floral sweaters over a purple tee, paired with a plain knee-length black/blue skirt and tennis shoes. A long mane of wavy blonde hair a little past her shoulder blades, and stunning green eyes. beneath her rectangula spectacles. No one could have guessed this 5'9 dorkus trying to make herself look as small and non-threatening as possble was here to help the women donned in the most extra outfits, screaming bloody murder and trying to organize their fellow inmates to help escape. She was a doormat, a creative woman who'd rather die than impose or inconvenience someone else, though it could also be described as being 'big hearted'. The women she was defending had been dragged in kicking and screaming fighting against the cops every step of the way. And the funniest thing is, she was noticing how much they'd rubbed off on her, as she struggled to not utter this words 'pig' or 'fascist' that had been a part of the regular vocabulary she'd surrounded himself with since she got this job in the first place.

Ah. Right. The new job. Struggling to pay for her rent after paying for an animation degree left her working for her father's electric and repairs company, usually as tech support. Scrolling through all recruiting sites she knew of, Hannahwas desperate enough for cash that he searched craigslist of all places for jobs. What he saw was intriguing enough that she just *had* to see what was the deal.

**JACK OF ALL TRADES NEEDED FOR REVOLUTIONARY BAND**

*We are the up and coming punk band known as IRON CUNT. As talented as we are about fucking our way into the cultural subconscious with our wicked music and message of freedom and autonomy, people don't like dealing with us 'cause we're the real fucking deal. Seeking someone who can put up with our shit and manager shit! Drive us around in our van, book venues for us, set up our equipment, and manage our funds! Do it all, and you'll be in on the ground floor of a social revolution! Worship the IRON CUNT, baby! Applicants should meet us behind the abandoned shipping warehouse after the rave on the 30th.*

And from that night onward, spotting a group of sweaty, outlandishly dressed women passing around a blunt, hER life had been different. After meeting these intense, dedicated artists who encouraged a life of freedom wrestled from any and all oppressors with violent force if necessary, Hannah felt an... odd dedication to her work. Sure, it was a thankless chore, with verbal abuse from the band, long hours, massive and aggressive personalities. These ladies were loud, took up space, and refused to budge an inch from wherever they stood. Mosh pits were a necessity, as well as cracking a few hits out in the crowd themselves when they deemed it. Which had included last night when the crowd had started booing at a man's extremist tattoo, at which the bandmates leapt from the stage and started stomping the shit out of the fascist bootlicker stooge. Now as far as Hannah was concerned, anyone with the tattoo of a regime deserved to get their shit pushed in, but the fighting had gotten too out of hand, and too many people had been seriously injured. But here she was talking to her bandmates through the bars as they demanded her to get them out of this hellhole before the state disappears them. Or, they'll absolutely come back from hell and stomp her ass.

Welcome to the, well, not the big leagues. And likely, Iron Cunt will be too controversial to ever actually make them millionaires. But that's not what this story is about! (Though, maybe it can be with enough time.) This isn't yet about football stadiums sold out, Europe tours, brand deals. This is about roaches passed around in the back of a large van camping out under the stars, eating shitty diner food, writing lyrics behind alleyways while someone else pukes their cheap booze out. And found family/lovers! As intense, wild, and provocative as Iron Cunt can be, and milquetoast and sensitive as Hannahis, these people end up relying on one another and become far closer than ever intended. While I want this to still include plenty of smut, I want there to be heart and a romantic center! (Don't tell me that cuddle piles in the back of a van since they can't afford a hotel aren't cute as fuck.)

I left most of the details about the band members up to you! I'd like them to be ladies, but I'd like to leave it up to you if/any of them are trans as well! Just let me know! But as for their looks, specifics on their music or aesthetic, I want to leave that up to you! But at the end of the day, I imagine them as very intense, passionate, and angry women. So as protective and loving as they can be, they can just as easily butt heads and get absolutely rough with one another if you'd like. At the end of the day, I'm looking for a poly romance between this band and their manager!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, dirty talk, sneaky sex, clothed sex, outercourse, free-use, spanking, scratching, biting, bondage, group sex, milking, overstimulation, anal/anal play, pegging, toys, rough sex, sweat, musk, body worship and more!

Extras: Armpits, drugs, peer pressure, somno/cnc, light-medium pain, watersports, beating/impact play.

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, sexual gore, hyper, vomit, needles, dirty feet, diapers, knife play, and snuff.

Hope to talk more soon!

Despite being the talk of the town in the farming community of Cloverdown, Simon Hodges is ultimately unnoticed by the world. In the lives of the merchants, nobility, and generals that made the nation of Revachol move, he was a nobody. He holds no status, as he makes another branch in a family tree of those who've spent their lives toiling in the earth for feeding others. While he knows the ins and outs of tending the land and caring for animals, he lacks any formal education, or training in another trade like leatherwork or blacksmithing. Simon knows how to farm, but he knows how to do it damn well. This 23 year old man also has no fine clothing or jewelry, only canvas shirts and pants for the summer and spring, with only a few warm pieces for winter weather. Simon will only ever inherit the land his family has worked on for four generations, and carry the honor of continuing their legacy.

But that's not to say he isn't one of the finest specimens in the lands, and the large farming town he's grown up around knows it. For one, he's just hard to miss. 6'4, with a wide and broad build and a cavernous chest, Travis is the size of an Ox. An Ox with wavy dirt-brown hair to the middle of his neck, emerald green eyes, and a small, rounded nose. His skin is well-tanned, some sun spots atop his shoulders and cherubic cheeks. And though he does clearly have muscles thanks to a lifetime of labor building upon an already great strength due to bulk, he's built more like a plush toy than carved marble. A soft stomach, some love handles, and a great bubbling rear only add to his sense of scale. But as much as he's known for his bulk, he's known for his incredible kindness. Though he takes genuine pride in helping others, thanks to how tight-knit his community is, he can be a bit of a doormat. Though neighbors and friends can call on a powerful hand when they need it, he's also known for running late to things because he stopped to help someone else. Yes, a bit dopey, but is just a genuine man who thrives off of providing valued services to other people. Every Harvest Festival becomes an absolute event as people gather to watch physical feats of strength (or constitution for drinking and eating contests) performed by their local hero.

And on one fateful summer day, selling vegetables and fruit on the city streets of the capitol of the Kingdom of Revachol, someone VERY important takes notice. Someone who sees past the tattered clothing and well-worn boots, the dirt still under his uneven fingernails, the faint sunburn on his cheeks. This visiting monarch of a foreign nation saw the beauty of his form, and the stunning jewel it could become, when just polishing off the dust and displayed in finery. An elven king, unconceivably old to humankind, with all the skill, power, and peculiarities that come along with it. And having become so old, he does have peculiarities of his own when it comes to his wants. Wants hee weeks to enact upon this boy until he's gasping, crying, begging, and utterly at his mercy. Devoted. Perfect. He. must. have him.

Yeah, it's a bit indulgent, so sue me. I am seeking a very intensely erotic love story between these two men! Simon's world is about to be rocked when a nigh-immortal "propositions", essentially kidnaps, him to come back home with him. I'd love to follow how Simon adapts from being away from everything he's ever known, into a society that does not value his skills or really require them. How does Simon affect this king? Can he influence him to feel more and show more passion from his mortal nature, or grow annoyed with his mewling and attempt to imprint his grip on Simon deeper?

Either way, yeah, I want this to be raunchy as fuck. I'm hoping your King is romantic and is obviously very protective of Simon, but very sexually hungry. (And honestly, the more off-putting or even scary you make him, the better!) But I've left most of his description open for you to write him as you please! Simon has had many flings with prospective lovers, he's a popular man! But this is a committed relationship, and far from traditional. I'd love to explore what forms that love can take between these two! (Though, I certainly doubt there aren't toxic/abusive elements in there.) Sexually, I am submissive, but I'd love to switch up whose giving/receiving!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, sneaky sex, clothed sex, outercourse, public/exhibition, group sex, breeding, creampies, facesitting, anal/anal play, rimming, fingering, body marking/writing, biting, hickeys, choking, spanking, light-medium pain, hot wax, using magic, tentacles/vines, intox, hair pulling, gangbangs, toys, prostitution, and more!

Optionals: Watersports, light cbt, somno, armpits, musk, and I've never tried sounding, but light sounding sounds fun to try!

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, gore, vomit, needles, diapers, knife play, hyper, smegma, vore, and snuff!

Please message me if you enjoyed the prompt!

Not gonna lie to you and say that I’ve got a super deep plot for this. So this prompt itself may end up being on the short side.

At the end of the day, I’m searching for a sweet and smutty romance, mostly sweet stuff mixed with freaky deaky BDSM sex as a way of growing closer. I’d be playing a character who’s never really been attracted to a man before, who’s still all new to this. You’re going to be my first for many things, being both newly questioning as well as a pretty vanilla person before meeting you. And I want to give you lots of space to create your character, but a passion and care for Kink is going to be critical for the story I have in mind. I want to explore someone who finds that physical aspect very important to developing a deeper relationship! Talking through kinks and limits together, planning scenarios, safewords. Exploring new fetishes, discussing favorites, what works and what could be improved. Really get into the nitty gritty.

I will be playing a sweetheart. A dorkus. A golden retriever who’s built like a fucking walking tank, but gives the absolute most heart-melting puppy dog eyes ever. Maybe you should teach this puppy how to really bark! Travis o'brian is just a few years off from his art degree, a painter of some great skill who loves telling stories, loves the process of creating. The son of a single mother who never stopped working to provide for herself and her son, Travis had to grow up rather quickly and it's certainly affected the person he is today. Largely keeps to himself, never really putting himself out there unless he has to. Cautious to a fault, an overplanner and overthinker who must have his schedule mentally planned out and can't bear or really stand spontanaiety. Those few who can actually get to know him know that Travis is lovable, kind, generous with his effort and time, and can be honestly quite rowdy. But to the rest of the world, he's this quiet, lumbering mass who does his best to shrink himself everywhere as to take up less of other people's space. He stands at 6'4, with a broad chest, wide shoulders, and some plush to his mass that turns him from tank to a teddy bear. He's got a stomach to him, a little bit of heft and pudge, but WHOO does he feel strong under that soft outer shell. His hair is a beautiful golden brown, a little past his ears, curling just above his blue rectangular spectacles and sparkling green eyes. Travis has a very deep, sonorous voice that could've been a lovely bass had he been trained for choir.

Again, I want to give you control over your character's looks, personality, motivation! Just know I'm not a big fan of mustaches, beards, or heavy chest hair! I do like my guys a little thick, maybe some density to them, and I'll NEVER say no to a punk. But at the end of the day, play who'd you like! Are you someone older, maybe even a professor or guest tutor? An art critic/salesman? Maybe a fellow student? Drug dealer? The world's your oyster! My only request be that kink as a hobby and passion is something your character loves!

Speaking of!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, dirty talk, dry humping, edging, overstimulation, milking, BDSM, bondage light-heavy, gas masks, toys, anal/anal play, pegging, creampies, facesitting, cockwarming, sneaky sex, public sex, outercourse, cumming in clothes, scentplay, foodplay, shibari, impact play, spanking, hickeys, body marking/writing, ice/wax, and I'm very interested in learning about other kinds of kinks alongside Travis!

Optionals: Musk, sweat, armpits, and watersports!

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, gore, vomit, needles, diapers, vore, hyper, feet, abdl, and snuff!

Hope to talk more soon!

Not gonna lie to you and say that I’ve got a super deep plot for this. So this prompt itself may end up being on the short side.

At the end of the day, I’m searching for a sweet and smutty romance, mostly sweet stuff mixed with freaky deaky BDSM sex as a way of growing closer. I’d be playing a character who’s never really been attracted to a man before, who’s still all new to this. You’re going to be my first for many things, being both newly questioning as well as a pretty vanilla person before meeting you. And I want to give you lots of space to create your character, but a passion and care for Kink is going to be critical for the story I have in mind. I want to explore someone who finds that physical aspect very important to developing a deeper relationship! Talking through kinks and limits together, planning scenarios, safewords. Exploring new fetishes, discussing favorites, what works and what could be improved. Really get into the nitty gritty.

I will be playing a sweetheart. A dorkus. A golden retriever who’s built like a fucking walking tank, but gives the absolute most heart-melting puppy dog eyes ever. Maybe you should teach this puppy how to really bark! Travis o'brian is just a few years off from his art degree, a painter of some great skill who loves telling stories, loves the process of creating. The son of a single mother who never stopped working to provide for herself and her son, Travis had to grow up rather quickly and it's certainly affected the person he is today. Largely keeps to himself, never really putting himself out there unless he has to. Cautious to a fault, an overplanner and overthinker who must have his schedule mentally planned out and can't bear or really stand spontanaiety. Those few who can actually get to know him know that Travis is lovable, kind, generous with his effort and time, and can be honestly quite rowdy. But to the rest of the world, he's this quiet, lumbering mass who does his best to shrink himself everywhere as to take up less of other people's space. He stands at 6'4, with a broad chest, wide shoulders, and some plush to his mass that turns him from tank to a teddy bear. He's got a stomach to him, a little bit of heft and pudge, but WHOO does he feel strong under that soft outer shell. His hair is a beautiful golden brown, a little past his ears, curling just above his blue rectangular spectacles and sparkling green eyes. Travis has a very deep, sonorous voice that could've been a lovely bass had he been trained for choir.

Again, I want to give you control over your character's looks, personality, motivation! Just know I'm not a big fan of mustaches, beards, or heavy chest hair! I do like my guys a little thick, maybe some density to them, and I'll NEVER say no to a punk. But at the end of the day, play who'd you like! Are you someone older, maybe even a professor or guest tutor? An art critic/salesman? Maybe a fellow student? Drug dealer? The world's your oyster! My only request be that kink as a hobby and passion is something your character loves!

Speaking of!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, dirty talk, dry humping, edging, overstimulation, milking, BDSM, bondage light-heavy, gas masks, toys, anal/anal play, pegging, creampies, facesitting, cockwarming, sneaky sex, public sex, outercourse, cumming in clothes, scentplay, foodplay, shibari, impact play, spanking, hickeys, body marking/writing, ice/wax, and I'm very interested in learning about other kinds of kinks alongside Travis!

Optionals: Musk, sweat, armpits, and watersports!

Limits: Chastity, cuckold, scat, gore, vomit, needles, diapers, vore, hyper, feet, abdl, and snuff!

Hope to talk more soon!