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Smut heavy roleplay blog. I do prefer having some semblance of a plot for it.
Mostly only interested in writing my sub/bottom characters for the time being.
I have a slight preference for age gap ships.
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Please no one liners! If we're doing text communication that's fine, but I need at least a paragraph to work with. That being said, my current limit is 2-3 paragraphs. Anything more than that and I lose interest very fast. Just because I can break the discord limit doesn't mean I want that to be an expectation.
Please engage in active plotting. I cannot work with someone who doesn't. I need to hear your input or I will lose interest. It feels very one sided.
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watching the mummy and need a plot between some ancient, terrible diety who is tethered to and ultimatly enamored with the human that (accidentally) woke them up
Okay but please give me a plot where "I'm a mob leader and you've accidentally ended up in my crossfire, hurt, and witnessed one of my crimes but I can't bring myself to get rid of you so here's a bright idea. How about you marry me for a couple of years and once the marriage is over I'll pay you a large stipend for the rest of your life but also this means you can't rat me out for anything you saw."
give me a mob bossā second hand man/protege that has a secret love affair with the mob bossā daughter and theyāve had a fling for awhile and they both pretend like itās not like seriousĀ serious but they are in love and they have to hide it from everybody (especially the mob boss) and sheās always worried about him doing dangerous shit & getting involved in dangerous shit but she knows it comes with the lifestyle and heās hella protective over her like is willing to literally kill for her and itās scandalous and dramatic and forbidden because when the mob boss took him under his wing, he literally said ārule #1 is you donāt touch my daughterāā¦ā¦ somebody give me thatā¦Ā
fairy gf grinding on the tip of human bf's cock, her thighs soaked in her juices and the beads of his precum, the slit of his cock nestled against her bare pussy
they physically can't fuck, but she gets to hump his tip until she squirts on it and he gets to jerk off to her pretty self until he drenches her cunt and lower body in his cum
which she then helps him clean by licking his hand until he decides to tongue fuck his cum into her
best friend who, upon discovering you've never been eaten out before, immediately has to change that. he doesn't waste any time pinning you to the couch and nudging your clothed slit with his sharp nose, licking the dampening gusset, not bothering to take your underwear off. pulling it to the side instead so he can suck on your clit and watch you writhe underneath him, mouth agape, unable to make a sound. he knows he's blowing your mind. knows he's ruining you for anyone else. fucking delights in it. he has your cute little pussy gushing like he's always dreamed of, your hands tugging on his hair. knows it won't take much longer before you're begging him for his cock. knows you'll be his when you're moaning his name. you're the sweetest thing he's ever seen or tasted ā and you belong to him now <33
me stalking you, seriously? thatās what this tantrum is about? Iām doing it to protect you, everything I do is for you. canāt you see that? Jesus, I only want the best for you. do you know how hard was it was to find you? you should be glad itās me, and not some sick fuck out there.
pray tell, who is going to give me the vanilla asf (LEGAL!!!) age gap plot of my dreams.... ft an emotionally repressed older muse a who fucked off to this tiny town in the mountains YEARS ago for whatever reason and theyāre just trying to live a semi-functioning life in relative peace until muse b waltzes into town.... maybe to escape their past.... for a fresh start... who is to say..... and muse a is so enraptured by them bc muse b is just this wonderful breath of fresh air n muse a hasnāt had that in years n they click so painfully well.... two ppl learning to heal and become each otherās light... but ALSO the drama of āiām too old for youā and āi donāt think i can be what you needā and āyou canāt keep shutting me outā like please i am beyond desperate. i Can and Will give you my left kidney for this
catherine knows she's real. she's as real as the pile of dead bodies in her past, as real as the blood pooling beneath her feet with every step she takes toward her unending future. there's no doubt about her existenceā it's the warmth that makes her pause.
glancing down at her hands, she spreads her fingers and examines the skin wrapped around them. she is as pale as one expects a vampire to be, as cold as she remembers herself to be, so it's funny to hear her lover tell her she's warm.
where?
which part of her is warm?
her hands? her chest? is it, perhaps, her neckā ayra's favorite part?
"that's an odd thing to say," she mutters, bringing a hand close to her face, fingers gently brushing against her eyebrow out of habit. "i don't remember ever being warm, my love."
the catherine who hadn't yet turned would argue. the world was warm that day. when every bit of coldness from the winter season had finally went and gone, and everyone was starting to wear few layers to enjoy the sun on their skin. catherine remembers that day vividly; she also remembers the night that followed, when everything went cold and her thirst forā
catherine reaches for ayra's hand, taking it in hers to feel her warmth. it radiates, seeps into every fiber of her being, and thisā she can remember. catherine takes ayra's hand and presses a kiss on the back of it, relishing the warmth of her skin.
it's been decades since she first met ayra in that elevator, and for the very first time since that day, catherine feels something akin to that of a beating heart inside of her.
You thought you were in the clear, until the weather started to warm up. And you still have 2 months left in this pregnancy. Your belly was easy to hide at first. It was hardly noticeable when it started to get cold, just starting to tent your shirts and fill out the front of your jeans. No one could see when youād left them unbuttoned, your belly hanging out in the space your winter coat allowed. But now itās springtime and soon itāll be far too warm outside to wear those ālargeā hoodies that your pregnant belly has stretched to max. Your waddle has been getting more prominent too. That bump in its third trimester is starting to settle lower in your hips. In private youāve been constantly standing in front of the mirror, looking to the side and trying to suck in. Tugging your shirt over your taught middle as it rises up to your popped belly button. Guess itās time to show the neighbors that little surprise youāve been growing.
i've lost my memory for whatever reason and i don't know who you are but i just have a feeling that i'm supposed to trust you (said feeling is completely wrong and it's an enemy of some sorts)