u/-Angel-Eyes-

This was a near-daily occurrence for Melina. No one in the palace was surprised by her outburst, nor by the tantrum that followed. Several attendants stood feebly just outside of the open door, tentatively peering into a room furnished with marble statues, gilded furniture, vases of exotic plants, and ornate tapestries. At the center sat a pouting woman, reclined upon a circle-shaped bed, and half-obscured by a white lace canopy. She was an ethereal beauty; her tan skin glowed golden-brown in the low, flickering firelight, and her long, curly auburn locks spilled loosely over her bare shoulders, down to her back. Her large brown eyes were framed by thick lashes, narrowed pointedly at one of the women who addressed her, and her full, pouty lips twisted into a scowl. She was full-figured, compared to many of the women of their kingdom; her large, perky breasts strained against the flimsy restraint of her blue silk gown, and rode up along her legs to expose much of her meaty thighs. Gold chains fastened about her slender neck, disappearing between the crevice of her bosom, matching the bangles about her wrists, and the glittering adornments of her hair.

It was obvious that she was well-fed, if not overly-spoiled by the one who “owned” her.

“I said,” she addressed the growing crowd of concerned attendants, “I am busy. You may tell (Your Charcater’s name) that.”

She did not seem to care that (YC) had returned victorious from their most recent conquest, nor that she was sought out first by them, out of all the concubines. Her favor was well-known, but especially to her; it was how she was able to get away with such outrageous behavior.

She stroked her nails through her hair idly and shifted her gaze to the side, feigning indifference while another tried desperately to persuade her.

“But, madam…. If we tell (YC) that you refuse, we may be punished…”

“And if you do not, I will punish you myself. Go.” She waved her hand dismissively and grinned to herself when the door finally shut. She knew this was just the beginning - that (YC) never accepted “no” for an answer, and would appear as they always did. Because they both enjoyed the power struggle between them.

———

Your character is a great and mighty warrior - an emperor/empress who has conquered kingdoms, dominated opponents, and destroyed everything in their path. Your character’s power and intellect are unmatched; many revere them as a living god(dess).

For years, they have fought wars, claimed fortunes, and led their people into an age of violent, burgeoning prosperity.

They have built a solid empire - a gilded palace of sin, filled with all things beautiful.

Out of all of their spoils of war, one remains the favorite: a horrible, temperamental woman who lives to torment those around her. Perhaps your character believes themself capable of taming this exotic beauty. Or, perhaps they are charmed by her impudence.

———

My preferences are:

* Third person

* Past tense

* 2+ paragraphs per post

* Partners willing to contribute to the plot/ move the story forward

* Partners willing to assist me in controlling side characters when necessary

* Short or longterm

* NO AI

Kinks:

Futas, Size difference, Dom/sub dynamics, dubcon, bondage, spanking, teasing, edging, orgasm control/denial, clothed sex, sneaky sex, masks, hair pulling, biting, breeding, dirty talk, hate fucking, power imbalance, age gaps

I am happy and willing to adjust Melina’s appearance to your preference; let me know what you enjoy!

And I am begging on my hands and knees for someone to PLEASE use Rhea Ripley as a ref for their character. Happy to discuss all other details in DMs! ❤️💋

This was a near-daily occurrence for Melina. No one in the palace was surprised by her outburst, nor by the tantrum that followed. Several attendants stood feebly just outside of the open door, tentatively peering into a room furnished with marble statues, gilded furniture, vases of exotic plants, and ornate tapestries. At the center sat a pouting woman, reclined upon a circle-shaped bed, and half-obscured by a white lace canopy. She was an ethereal beauty; her tan skin glowed golden-brown in the low, flickering firelight, and her long, curly auburn locks spilled loosely over her bare shoulders, down to her back. Her large brown eyes were framed by thick lashes, narrowed pointedly at one of the women who addressed her, and her full, pouty lips twisted into a scowl. She was full-figured, compared to many of the women of their kingdom; her large, perky breasts strained against the flimsy restraint of her blue silk gown, and rode up along her legs to expose much of her meaty thighs. Gold chains fastened about her slender neck, disappearing between the crevice of her bosom, matching the bangles about her wrists, and the glittering adornments of her hair.

It was obvious that she was well-fed, if not overly-spoiled by the one who “owned” her.

“I said,” she addressed the growing crowd of concerned attendants, “I am busy. You may tell (Your Charcater’s name) that.”

She did not seem to care that (YC) had returned victorious from their most recent conquest, nor that she was sought out first by them, out of all the concubines. Her favor was well-known, but especially to her; it was how she was able to get away with such outrageous behavior.

She stroked her nails through her hair idly and shifted her gaze to the side, feigning indifference while another tried desperately to persuade her.

“But, madam…. If we tell (YC) that you refuse, we may be punished…”

“And if you do not, I will punish you myself. Go.” She waved her hand dismissively and grinned to herself when the door finally shut. She knew this was just the beginning - that (YC) never accepted “no” for an answer, and would appear as they always did. Because they both enjoyed the power struggle between them.

———

Your character is a great and mighty warrior - an emperor/empress who has conquered kingdoms, dominated opponents, and destroyed everything in their path. Your character’s power and intellect are unmatched; many revere them as a living god(dess).

For years, they have fought wars, claimed fortunes, and led their people into an age of violent, burgeoning prosperity.

They have built a solid empire - a gilded palace of sin, filled with all things beautiful.

Out of all of their spoils of war, one remains the favorite: a horrible, temperamental woman who lives to torment those around her. Perhaps your character believes themself capable of taming this exotic beauty. Or, perhaps they are charmed by her impudence.

———

My preferences are:

* Third person

* Past tense

* 2+ paragraphs per post

* Partners willing to contribute to the plot/ move the story forward

* Partners willing to assist me in controlling side characters when necessary

* Short or longterm

* NO AI

Kinks:

Futas, Size difference, Dom/sub dynamics, dubcon, bondage, spanking, teasing, edging, orgasm control/denial, clothed sex, sneaky sex, masks, hair pulling, biting, breeding, dirty talk, hate fucking, power imbalance, age gaps

I am happy and willing to adjust Melina’s appearance to your preference; let me know what you enjoy!

And I am begging on my hands and knees for someone to PLEASE use Rhea Ripley as a ref for their character. Happy to discuss all other details in DMs! ❤️💋

And for a good reason: she’s so fucking annoying. She goes out of her way to provoke you every chance she gets, inserts herself into all of your conversations, cuts you off, steals your hoodies, mocks you, teases you, and makes jokes about your romantic life. You’ve never met anyone who can piss you off like she can; it’s like she knows all of your buttons and exactly how to press them. She’s had many years of practice too; growing up together meant she was privy to all of your mistakes, embarrassments, and mishaps. She’s got a whole arsenal of bad jokes, little quips, and backhanded remarks just for you.

And now you’ve had enough. You’re both adults. And this has gone on for too long. So you decide to put an end to her little game; to give back everything she’s been dishing and more. You decide to tease her in ways she’s probably never thought of, and take “fuck you” to the next level.

——

“Damn, your girlfriend broke up with you already?” I laughed from the other side of the couch. “Two months - is that a new record for you?”

You and I were both visiting my older sister Paige; the timing couldn’t be any worse, since you were fresh out of a relationship and looking for someone to talk to about it. Of course I had to throw my two cents in. Paige shot me a look from her recliner and shook her head.

“Shut up, Becca. Sorry, keep going,” she urged you with a sympathetic smile.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back against my arm of the couch, stretching my legs out just so that the tips of my toes touched the side of your leg. I was still dressed in my pj’s: an oversized band t-shirt that was probably once yours, a short pair of blue polka dotted shorts, and a pair of pink fuzzy socks. My long, curly blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and my light brown eyes narrowed, as a mischievous grin curled along my full, pink lips.

“What’d you do?” I asked you, assuming you were the cause for its quick end.

“Becca!” Paige tried again. “Oh shit - one sec, mom’s calling.” She excused herself with an apologetic glance and rushed into the kitchen, leaving us all alone.

My eyes flitted back up to your face and I arched a brow expectantly. “Were you too small or something?”

——

Preferences:

•First person

•Past tense

•1+ paragraphs per post

•Short or longterm stories

Kinks:

Futas, Size difference, Dom/sub dynamics, dubcon, bondage, spanking, teasing, edging, orgasm control/denial, clothed sex, sneaky sex, masks, hair pulling, biting, breeding, dirty talk, hate fucking, power imbalance, age gaps

To say that Lexi was out of her element was a *major* understatement. She was a straight-laced, good Christian woman from a small town; she went to church every Sunday, volunteered every other weekend at the local nursing home, led Bible study for her group of church friends, and *never* strayed from the straight and narrow.

She never even thought about it, never considered what she really *enjoyed* outside of what was expected from her.

That was, until her oldest, and dearest friend invited her to a bachelorette party out of state. They hadn’t connected in *years* and she was dying to see Kristan again. Despite their differences, the reunion was nice, and she overlooked her friend’s “faults” in favor of enjoying their time together.

She kept her mouth shut when she discovered Kristan was engaged to another *woman.*

And she made no comments when her group of progressive friends made crude and ungodly jokes.

She wasn’t used to the way they talked about their *sexuality* so *openly.*

But what could she do?

It was Kristan’s day… And, she told herself she didn’t agree with her choices, but she loved her anyway — just as God commanded. She wanted to be a supportive friend.

So, she agreed to go to the club with her and the rest of her group the night before the wedding, not knowing that it was a gay bar.

Or that she would run into a certain, popular heartbreaker… who would make her question everything.

——

Starter:

“It’s just *one* drink, Lex. Come *onnn,*” Kristan slurred as she slid a glass of tequila across the counter at the bar. Alexis, affectionately known as ‘Lexi’ or… ‘Lex,’ stared down at the clear beverage with a polite, scrunch-nosed smile. Slight creases formed near the corners of her eyes and full lips stretched over perfectly white teeth. “No, I really can’t...” She insisted again, and eyed the offered drink like a vial of poison.

The music was blaring so loud she could feel it in her chest and the people around her looked… *weird.* Some of them were making out near the darker corners of the room, while others danced provocatively to songs she’d never heard before. She, meanwhile, stood stiffly by the bar - next to Kristan and her friend Dana.
“Oh shit, is that Chris? Over there!” Dana yelled over the music, as she grabbed for Kristan’s hand.
Before Lexi could ask who that was or think to follow them, they were gone. They disappeared into the swarming bodies, leaving her alone.
*Great.*

She sighed and picked at the front of her top. It was a pretty, modest number - a pale cream cardigan with dainty pearl clasps above a light blue shirt. She paired this with a long, flowing skirt that boasted a colorful variety of blue and purple flowers. Her hair was left down, loose brown curls spilling over both shoulders, framing the softer, round features of her face. Green eyes wandered aimlessly over the blurring figures around her, and then down at the small gold cross fastened around her neck. She thumbed it nervously and thought about making some excuse to leave, but was momentarily distracted by the appearance of a woman in the distance - or what she *assumed* to be a woman.

She gawked rather openly, unaware of her own expression, as the figure in question approached the bar. It was only when the stranger’s eyes met hers that she remembered her manners. She looked down at her untouched shot of Tito’s and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, her heart racing with a mixture of nerves and excitement.
Her finger tapped at the lip of her glass, as though half-tempted by the consolation it promised… only to accidentally knock it over and cause it to spill on the counter near the stranger.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Did it get on you?” She waved her arm toward the bartender and gestured toward the mess in hopes of receiving some napkins.
“I wasn’t thinking…”

——

Hey there! I’m looking for someone to play a masc/butch-type character who is known for being a bit of a player and heartbreaker in their community.

Bonus points if she is an ex of Kristan’s! I’m looking for something steamy, toxic, dramatic, and lots of fun.

I’m willing to adjust my character’s looks to your preference. Let me know if you have any! 💋

Preferences:

* Third person

* Past-tense

* 1+ paragraph per post

* Short or Longterm

* No AI

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

Kinks:

Corruption, Dom/sub dynamics, bondage, praise, lingerie, manipulation, teasing, edging, oral, toys, orgasm control/denial, punk aesthetic, piercings/tattoos, sneaky sex, risky sex, dirty talk, primal play, biting, spanking, hair pulling, and probably more

Limits:

Underage, bathroom stuff, blood, animals, and pain

To say that Lexi was out of her element was a *major* understatement. She was a straight-laced, good Christian woman from a small town; she went to church every Sunday, volunteered every other weekend at the local nursing home, led Bible study for her group of church friends, and *never* strayed from the straight and narrow.

She never even thought about it, never considered what she really *enjoyed* outside of what was expected from her.

That was, until her oldest, and dearest friend invited her to a bachelorette party out of state. They hadn’t connected in *years* and she was dying to see Kristan again. Despite their differences, the reunion was nice, and she overlooked her friend’s “faults” in favor of enjoying their time together.

She kept her mouth shut when she discovered Kristan was engaged to another *woman.*

And she made no comments when her group of progressive friends made crude and ungodly jokes.

She wasn’t used to the way they talked about their *sexuality* so *openly.*

But what could she do?

It was Kristan’s day… And, she told herself she didn’t agree with her choices, but she loved her anyway — just as God commanded. She wanted to be a supportive friend.

So, she agreed to go to the club with her and the rest of her group the night before the wedding, not knowing that it was a gay bar.

Or that she would run into a certain, popular heartbreaker… who would make her question everything.

——

Starter:

“It’s just *one* drink, Lex. Come *onnn,*” Kristan slurred as she slid a glass of tequila across the counter at the bar. Alexis, affectionately known as ‘Lexi’ or… ‘Lex,’ stared down at the clear beverage with a polite, scrunch-nosed smile. Slight creases formed near the corners of her eyes and full lips stretched over perfectly white teeth. “No, I really can’t...” She insisted again, and eyed the offered drink like a vial of poison.

The music was blaring so loud she could feel it in her chest and the people around her looked… *weird.* Some of them were making out near the darker corners of the room, while others danced provocatively to songs she’d never heard before. She, meanwhile, stood stiffly by the bar - next to Kristan and her friend Dana.
“Oh shit, is that Chris? Over there!” Dana yelled over the music, as she grabbed for Kristan’s hand.
Before Lexi could ask who that was or think to follow them, they were gone. They disappeared into the swarming bodies, leaving her alone.
*Great.*

She sighed and picked at the front of her top. It was a pretty, modest number - a pale cream cardigan with dainty pearl clasps above a light blue shirt. She paired this with a long, flowing skirt that boasted a colorful variety of blue and purple flowers. Her hair was left down, loose brown curls spilling over both shoulders, framing the softer, round features of her face. Green eyes wandered aimlessly over the blurring figures around her, and then down at the small gold cross fastened around her neck. She thumbed it nervously and thought about making some excuse to leave, but was momentarily distracted by the appearance of a woman in the distance - or what she *assumed* to be a woman.

She gawked rather openly, unaware of her own expression, as the figure in question approached the bar. It was only when the stranger’s eyes met hers that she remembered her manners. She looked down at her untouched shot of Tito’s and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, her heart racing with a mixture of nerves and excitement.
Her finger tapped at the lip of her glass, as though half-tempted by the consolation it promised… only to accidentally knock it over and cause it to spill on the counter near the stranger.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Did it get on you?” She waved her arm toward the bartender and gestured toward the mess in hopes of receiving some napkins.
“I wasn’t thinking…”

——

Hey there! I’m looking for someone to play a masc/butch-type character who is known for being a bit of a player and heartbreaker in their community.

Bonus points if she is an ex of Kristan’s! I’m looking for something steamy, toxic, dramatic, and lots of fun.

I’m willing to adjust my character’s looks to your preference. Let me know if you have any! 💋

Preferences:

* Third person

* Past-tense

* 1+ paragraph per post

* Short or Longterm

* No AI

Kinks:

Corruption, Dom/sub dynamics, bondage, praise, lingerie, manipulation, teasing, edging, oral, toys, orgasm control/denial, punk aesthetic, piercings/tattoos, sneaky sex, risky sex, dirty talk, primal play, biting, spanking, hair pulling, and probably more

Limits:

Underage, bathroom stuff, blood, animals, and pain

To say that Lexi was out of her element was a *major* understatement. She was a straight-laced, good Christian woman from a small town; she went to church every Sunday, volunteered every other weekend at the local nursing home, led Bible study for her group of church friends, and *never* strayed from the straight and narrow.

She never even thought about it, never considered what she really *enjoyed* outside of what was expected from her.

That was, until her oldest, and dearest friend invited her to a bachelorette party out of state. They hadn’t connected in *years* and she was dying to see Kristan again. Despite their differences, the reunion was nice, and she overlooked her friend’s “faults” in favor of enjoying their time together.

She kept her mouth shut when she discovered Kristan was engaged to another *woman.*

And she made no comments when her group of progressive friends made crude and ungodly jokes.

She wasn’t used to the way they talked about their *sexuality* so *openly.*

But what could she do?

It was Kristan’s day… And, she told herself she didn’t agree with her choices, but she loved her anyway — just as God commanded. She wanted to be a supportive friend.

So, she agreed to go to the club with her and the rest of her group the night before the wedding, not knowing that it was a gay bar.

Or that she would run into a certain, popular heartbreaker… who would make her question everything.

——

Hey there! I’m looking for someone to play a masc/butch-type character who is known for being a bit of a player and heartbreaker in their community.

Bonus points if she is an ex of Kristan’s! I’m looking for something steamy, toxic, dramatic, and lots of fun.

I’m willing to adjust my character’s looks to your preference. Let me know if you have any! 💋

Preferences:

* Third person

* Past-tense

* 1+ paragraph per post

* Short or Longterm

* No AI

Kinks:

Corruption, Dom/sub dynamics, bondage, praise, lingerie, manipulation, teasing, edging, oral, toys, orgasm control/denial, punk aesthetic, piercings/tattoos, sneaky sex, risky sex, dirty talk, primal play, biting, spanking, hair pulling, and probably more

Limits:

Underage, bathroom stuff, blood, animals, and pain