It’s like, he gives you subtle hints of what kind of man he is.
In church when you go up to be given the small wafer, he tells you that “you have lovely teeth.” Of course, you giggle and reply thank you at the strange compliment. You were too dumb, too innocent to realize the deep meaning behind his strange words.
Slowly, he began to slither his way in. So easy, you were. It was almost laughable.
“You should join the church activities sometimes,” he’d say with an innocent smile on his face.
“We sneak out to the creek after 9, but don’t tell anyone I told you that,” he’d wink to you.
He’s never really paid much attention to you, not until after a couple of the girls in church went missing. It was never brought up in the holy place—never knew why, but no one ever questioned it either.
It was unfortunate, rumor went around that theres been a few coyotes spotted out late at night. Farmers been tryin’ to hunt em’ down, yet they couldn’t catch em’. It helped the sinful man out at least.
No one really expected him to do anything of such anyways. Always blamed the rabid animals first, but not the animals within the holy place they’d say hi to everyday—the disgusting animal who claimed to be a loving priest.
Curfew had been set for the whole town to not wonder past dark, which is why he told you not to tell anyone that him and the ‘others’ usually snuck out after 9 to go to the creek to swim. Or, was it really because he didn’t want others to truly know what he was doing during that time?
Excuses, excuses. In reality, the beloved priest had been fucking the church girls in his rusty ol’ truck in the middle of nowhere—surrounded by trees, dead leaves, n’ miles of nothingness.
Asking those poor girls if they had ever done anything like this before, ever seen a cock like his before, or if they were afraid of the afterlife.
When he’s done, he doesn’t even bother to give them after care. Just brushes the sweat off of his forehead, puts his pants back on, and makes the girls give over their panties before they’re hit unconscious and have at least a few teeth ripped out before he dumps them into an isolated area no one would ever think to find them in, just the coyotes.
He’d wait and wait, sniffing the panties of those who were in his car moments before, before he tossed them onto the dead grass and drove away as if this was another normal day for him.
When you finally give in and sneak out of your house, you’re only met with him and his lonely truck. Tells you that the others are waiting by the creek.
“I don’t hear water,” you’d innocently say to him as you were now trapped with him in the remote area that only he was familiar with.
They listen without complaining and they keep eye contact for minutes until i can’t look back at them. Now that i’m older i can freely explore desires i’ve been told that were taboo or weird. I don’t care. I’ve rejected handsome boys before but i totally dig on their average chubby looking salt and peppered dad 💕
I’m really shy and i barely talk or show emotion and can’t expect much since i’m new here.. But i really would prefer to get over the whole AI bots and substitute it with reality with real men. I love descriptive roleplay, nsfw or not. I love being comforted and praised or degraded.
I love it all, the attention and validation. I’m aware and addicted to it. I’m ready to go through whatever phase in life i’m going in. I never do hookups or anything like that. just a private life with someone who can understand my needs and without judgement. And i can do everything to reciprocate that love for them. Even though i need serious coping like this i wish i can heal sooner instead of just imagining perverted fantasies. Because deep down i know i only want love i can’t seem to accept myself yet.
26y/o looking for 21+ individuals to write an absolutely awful romance with. For the sake of being thorough: I do not condone or support the actions/ideas/beliefs that would be portrayed in this idea. I prefer to write on Discord in third person!
I have been dying to play out a sun and moon coded pair of boys in a world where vampirism is more like a disease. It is predominantly a blood-borne pathogen that no one really knows the origin of, but it has almost entirely sterilized the population afflicted with it.
In the first recordings of vampirism, it was a plague. Individuals afflicted with it were frequently accused of being witches or demons, and many burned at the stake.
There were battles fought between the rapidly climbing vampire population and what those at the time considered themselves “human”. Vampires are now, save for a small population of outliers, considered animals—with equal to or less than the same rights as domestic animals, depending on the state.
In modern times, there are very few documented cases of someone being born with the disease and what it presents like in children.
Our characters are friends as children—you playing the sun coded character, me playing the moon. The sun’s family dynamic is up to you ofc but I have imagined this with the Sun boy’s family being quite well off. Whereas my character, the Moon boy, was abandoned into the system as an infant and at the time is with a working class foster family. We can work out how the boys meet/become friends, but however it is they’re always happy to be around each other. I wouldn’t say their parents’ are friends by any means (honestly thinking Sun boy’s parents look down on the working class due to generational wealth).
Vampirism is strange. In those who contract it, it causes extreme anemia that can make the infected crave salt and meat. In events of extreme hunger, it has been documented that vampirism affects the frontal and temporal lobes of the brain and causes complete, animalistic behavioral changes. This is typically paired with a phenomenon that medical professionals loosely call "Frenzy strength". Frenzy strength is an event that is most compatible to hysterical strength; when in a state of extreme starvation, those afflicted are able to access inhuman strength in pursuit of nourishment. They are stronger, there have been claims that they are faster, and they have no thought other than to eat and survive. Individuals that experience Frenzy strength are flooded with adrenaline, increasing their pain tolerance drastically, and this puts them at risk for sustaining injuries. Torn muscles, ruptured tendons, strains and tears, joint dislocation, and broken bones are not uncommon in the aftermath of a Frenzy. Vampires will also experience extreme exhaustion. It has been linked to circadian rhythm disorders. They become violently sensitive to light, garlic, and silver. The former and latter can cause minor to major burns, while the middle causes the symptoms to worsen. Most individuals with vampirism develop porphyria. Though research has not come to understand how, vampirism has rushed an evolutionary adaptation for those infected; they develop a tapetum lucidum (the layer in an animal's eye that allows them to see in the dark and gives their eyes that shine). Those afflicted are able to see 5x better in low light than a human can. Due to this, exposure to sunlight not only burns the skin, but can also damage a vampire's eyes. When hit by sudden lights at night/in areas of low light, the afflicted look like they have red eyes.
Vampires also produce a stronger form of Opiorphin-a natural pain-killing compound present in human saliva. One mg/kg dose of human-produced Opiorphin is the equivalent to 3-6mg/kg of morphine. A 1mg/kg dose of vampire's saliva is comparable to 12-24mg/kg. It is potent and, unlike human-produced Opiorphin, Vampire-sourced can be addictive.
Once an individual is diagnosed, they are stripped of their rights and become property. Vampires are a bit more regulated than the average domestic animal in the sense that the government decides who gets an afflicted individual due to the risk of transmission. Vampires are not publicly well-liked due to propaganda portraying them as blood thirsty, soulless beasts, though there are small rights movements stirring online. A large portion of the dominant religious population believe that vampirism is an act of their deity as punishment for what their Almighty considers a sin. We can develop the religion more if you'd like your character to be a part of that, as that would let you play with the religious guilt themes. My character has complex feelings regarding religion; he was raised in a household that shared that belief.
Our characters are playing together (I imagine they’d have been late elementary school) one day when the Sun boy gets a minor injury and suddenly the Moon boy goes feral. They’re separated before anyone can be hurt, but it’s a fairly terrifying ordeal. Moon boy is immediately taken into government possession. His foster parents are mortified and beg Sun boy’s parents not to sue them—that they had no idea. Sun boy’s parents end up buying Moon boy to appease their son.
Suddenly, Moon boy is spending 24/7 muzzled. His life is forced to contort and fit into the Sun boy’s schedule. He is thrust into a reality that he had no idea really existed, and he is not benefiting from it whatsoever.
Owning a vampire is trendy among high society. It means status, power, control. It looks good in the 1% because it screams that the "owners" are so superior that the government trusts them with a "dangerous beast". The dietary needs of a Vampire make them expensive to adequately care for, and they must be fed properly. Vampire obedience is part of the image that owning one pushes; that ascendancy over even the highest of society. There are expensive schools where vampires can be "trained", much like dogs.
Fast forward into adulthood (be it freshly 18 or later in their 20s) and the dynamic shifts into something more intense between the two of them.
For example, some ideas I had were:
-Sun boy getting Moon boy a permanent silver ankle bracelet with his name on it so it forever leaves a mark/reminds Moon boy of him
-Sun boy cutting the tips of his fingers to drip blood into Moon boy’s hungry maw through the muzzle
-Sun boy being involved in criminal activity (be it as his own person or part of the family) and using Moon boy to dispose of anyone that Sun boy wants to disappear. Allows him to feed Moon boy and handle business in one go.
My idea for this story takes place in twin cities inspired by Zaun and Piltover from Arcane (specifically season 1), with more of a gothic aesthetic–
Velmora was once a single, sprawling coastal metropolis built atop rich subterranean deposits of a metal with higher corrosive resistance than Rhodium. As demand for this substrate grew, so did the depth and aggression of extraction. Tunnels webbed too deep, supports were an afterthought in pursuit of wealth. Entire sections of the city began to shift as the earth softened beneath their foundations.
Then it gave way. Districts sheared downward, streets folded, structures were dragged into the earth as if swallowed. The coastline fractured, opening a vast rift that split the city into two uneven halves. Fires burned where infrastructure ruptured. Biological stores ruptured with them, flooding the lower depths with unstable matter. This event has been named The Rift.
The two halves have connected once again via a thin, floating bridge. Present-day Velmora’s side has a guard post that approves or denies entry into the city via the bridge. Below stretches a vast, jagged chasm wide enough in some places to form its own microclimate. Steam wafts from its depths, and red light flickers in the recesses from bioluminescent growth and industrial burn-off. The bridge connects Velmora's mid and upper tiers to the safer edges of Offal’s upper sprawl. The deeper regions of the city remain inaccessible except through unofficial routes, maintenance shafts, or old collapse tunnels. Both sides can see each other from across the gorge.
Velmora –
A city of pale structures and green-accented interiors. Velmora’s districts are laid out in wide arcs and precisely measured grids. Estates are luxuries for the particularly wealthy, but most residents of Velmora reside in apartment blocks. Most buildings are designed with rib-like supports as part of the integral structure and have carefully designed ventilation systems. Considered the uppercity, it retained its name. The disaster that was The Rift is remembered as a tragedy, but is deemed “nature’s correction” by many. With access to one of the main building materials used in the city cut off, Velmora had to destroy many structures in order to produce the supplies needed to build the floating bridge, but has since recovered after regaining access to its mining tunnels.
The city built upward and outward, reinforcing foundations with bio-structures designed to resist further collapse. Entire districts were redesigned to be flexible, stronger, and more shock absorbent. Tram systems connect districts, but the main method of transportation around the city is via foot or bicycle. Central sorting houses distribute written correspondence with couriers operating on a strict schedule.
Officially, Velmora did not abandon the lower half of the city. It was deemed “unrecoverable” until Velmora had stabilized again.
Velmora boasts itself as a center of trade, innovation, and biological mastery. Its harbors connect it to distant regions, drawing in wealth, talent, and influence from across the world. Its mastery of bio-engineering has shifted its society’s view on body modification; bio-tech enhancements are selected more for elegance than for performance. The distinction between improvement and ornamentation has thinned to nothing.
Family names carry significant weight, shaping access to opportunity, political influence, and social standing within a rigid hierarchy based on said name. An individual from a family with a legacy built on successful trade, civic leadership, and dedication to the city is very likely going to have more opportunity than someone from the merchant class. Appointed authorities of Velmora maintain control with little restraint, often exercising brutal measures along the the boundaries with Offal.
Velmora relies on Offal for access to critical building materials, experimental data, and black-market biological material. High ranking families and companies often utilize the lack of restrictions in Offal, using it as a testing ground for unethical medical trials. Anything that comes into Velmora is processed and purified, with only the safest materials being used and the less than ideal is sold back down at a beastly cost.
Food in Velmora is clean, optimized, flavor is prioritized over function. Green-house grown produce, controlled livestock, and preserved goods. Individuals in Velmora have easier access to a balanced diet, though it is subtly balanced and regulated through availability and pricing. Meals are regular, portions predictable, and shortages rare. Illness from food in Velmora is almost unheard of. All food is grown in controlled bio-domes away from the public eye, and only specialists work there.
Children in the lower and middle classes of Velmora are assessed early for biological and cognitive traits. Early education is standardized, then they are funneled into roles where they’re expected to function best. Advancement depends on testing, sponsorship, and family standing.
Offal –
The lower city, Offal was renamed by three of the many citizens that stepped up to lead rescue efforts in the wake of The Rift, in the aftermath of the tragedy. Offal endured more damage than Velmora did in the disaster, and much of the architecture shows such–a lot of buildings are misshapen. Pieced together structures that utilized what wasn’t plundered by Velmora post-bridge construction make up a large portion of Offal’s districts. There is a constant haze from biological runoff that casts the city in dim, red-stained twilight. Offal is a maze of tunnels, pipes, and old structures that have rusted from a lack of maintenance.
It is common for Offal residents to walk through the undercity. Parkour is a skill most Offal-dwellers develop from a young age. There is no formal mail system in Offal; information is most often passed by word of mouth, runners, or coded signals.
The residents of Offal have a strong sense of community. Informal networks of crews and foster units form the backbone of the city. Orphaned children are adopted without hesitation, and Offal-youth are raised collectively. Most individuals from Offal do not sport any surnames, as the chances of losing blood relations are high. Despite this communal foundation, Offal has a pervasive criminal presence driven as much by necessity as by ambition. Offal’s black market thrives on the steady flow of restricted goods from Velmora.
Offal’s lack of regulation has made it a haven for work that cannot exist elsewhere. Biological experimentation outlawed in the uppercity is conducted in the undercity without restraint, often on behalf of Velmoran interests. Entire districts in Offal have been warped by failed augmentations and health issues caused by the rivers of runoff that collect in the lowest reaches. There are still active mining shafts in Offal, and they are worked by the desperate or the defenseless.
People from Offal build themselves from what Velmora residents discard. Mismatched grafts, outdated implants–anything that works, regardless of how it looks. Limited access to stable biotechnology has driven Offal’s residents toward a culture of adaptation and reuse. Education is inherited with skills passed through family units or factions, and what an individual can figure out on their own.
Food in Offal is inconsistent, creative, and often risky due to the biological matter contaminating the area. A lot of individuals consume questionable black-market meat. Flavor is secondary to survival, and the quality of meals varies from day to day.
Due to the excessive force Velmora’s martinets exercise, their presence is met with distrust and hostility by Offal residents.
hello, i’m 18F and currently looking for a long term rp partner. (double ups OCxCC, female!OC(me)xOC, female!OC(me)xCC). I prefer the main characters of our game to be villains. I can play any villain to your liking in double ups. Your OC obviously can be anyone, but the main focus should still be on the villains' lives, it's a prerequisite.
* i’m open to dead dove and taboo topics. i’m a big fan of abusive dynamics, supported by an abundance of cruelty, both towards my character and yours, so any ideas aimed in this direction I will gladly help bring to life. It follows that I do not roleplay fluff, in any form whatsoever.
about me
i. novella style & third person. my average reply length is around 1 000 words per character. i also can mirror your size.
ii. english is not my first language, sometimes i use AI to check grammar, but i never generate any replies.
iii. i’m in love with my characters, and i would be very happy to discuss not only mine, but yours as well. i love plotting, sharing headcanons etc.
iv. i’m a busy person, so i probably won't be able to write too often. if you're a person who wants to dedicate 100% of their time to roleplay, we won't get along.
about my perfect partner
i. novella style & third person. the average reply length at least 500 words per character.
ii. prepared to discuss every detail about our roleplay and characters and ready to communicate a lot.
iii. 18+ person, focused on the quality of the text, not its quantity. ready to play taboo and dead dove topics.
iv. has permanent main characters, not inventing them from scratch to suit the chosen plot. less important characters may be thought out in the course of the roleplay.
v. genuinely original characters with interesting quirks and backstories that leave a lasting impression. i will be interested in your OC only if they are truly unusual.
vi. ready to play a lot of side characters && i’ll do the same for you. my desire is to create a truly living, breathing world that won't be narrowed down to just the romantic storylines of the main characters.
preferred platforms: discord && telegram.
** If my post has interested you, dm me. please include a bit about your writing skills, as well as your expectations for our roleplay, in your first message + tell me about your preferences in side characters, if they are existing.
looking for more 1x1 rps over discord. smut, angst, fandoms or original rps are my jam. can be f// or m/f, and doubling is optional. like this and i will come to you!
“Sorry, babe, the meeting took actually much longer than I expected it to be.” Daniel sighted deeply, leaving his shoes by the door. He was feeling exhausted and definitely craved the attention of his waiting husband. He just hoped that his husband wasn’t mad at him for staying away longer. it wasn’t necessarily his fault and being the CEO he couldn’t just leave, ell technically he could but this was just putting a bad light on himself. “Where are you hiding?”
My pussy is throbbing rn for an older woman to line her hips up with mine n make our private parts kiss ❤️🔥🥴 just screaming and cumming for each other
