u/BroodingAndPining

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

I deserve to be spoiled. Not just pleased. Not just have my needs tended to every now and then.

Spoiled.

Spoiled rotten. Endlessly catered to and pleased and pampered until I am a drooling, mindless little mess.

I could be your modern boyfriend and you my gorgeous, thick lover. I could be your brave party member, and you the attentive healer. I could be your adoring son and you my doting mother. I'm open to tons of different dynamics, tons of different styles, and tons of different aesthetics. The one consistent thing should be your character having the mind, body, and soul of a decadent, giving, worshipful lover.

As for the content of those sweet and sultry moments, I want it to be just as decadent. If you are searching for vanilla sex, this probably isn't the post for you. Massive tits massaging a massive cock. A stomach full of gleaming white cum. A thick, hot tongue lovingly pampering a needy prostate. A helping hand aiming that thick meat when it needs to piss. Not all of the different sorts of reverent filth are a requirement, but you should be bringing some salacious creativity to our writing.

I am a writer who focuses way more on tone and vibe than the actual specifics of the prompt, so let's chat and see what we can come up with together. Below is a quick prompt for us to use as a baseline, but feel free to tear it down and start from scratch. Your first message should be enthusiastic and detailed, not some quick copy and paste. Bring your neediness to me and let me bask in it.

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Twenty attackers? Is that all the Bastard King thought his son's life was worth?

The Exile Prince was idly sipping his drink, watching the fight unfold. The inn they were staying in had fallen under attack, and his bodyguard was doing her brutal, visceral work.

The hellknight sent a cleaving slash screaming through the air at waist height, butchering four men with the ease one might display when halving a fruit. Another stepped to her side, and the towering devil punched into his chest, caving his armor in, her iron first ending inside his ribs, where she took a hold of his sternum and used it to fling him into a pair of mages who were trying to attack her with some feeble lightning. Smart enough not to use flame against her, at least.

The prince yawned and picked up the attacking captains blade. A fairly fine piece, if a bit heavy. Well... perhaps it wasn't heavy. Perhaps it was the prince's meager stature that made it feel so unwieldy.

"Tamiel. Please make their deaths quick. These men serve a tyrant, but they are not tyrants themselves." He said without looking up from the blade.

The knight was only just beginning to breath heavily as she pushed the door open, finding the last five men preferring to hide behind a row of spears. They all charged her, their intent to sacrifice their lives to bring down the Exile Prince's insurmountable shadow, Tamiel, The Knight of the Gleaming Black.

She muttered hellish words, and a helmet materialized around her head.

Their spears found her breastplate, each of them shattering against the impossibly dense Brimsteel. The little light that each carried in their eyes flickered out as they realized she was simply beyond them.

That night, in a lavish camp in the woods, one assembled by infernal imps from a hellish storage portal she had conjured, the hellknight had her precious prince relaxed back into a chair. The charcoal skin of her heaving breasts smooshed around his alabaster meat, and her full lips spoke a tenderness only he knew in her.

"My perfect prince. My Ilmrius. Would you bless your faithful knight with your mark? Would you claim me again?" Her lips parted as she finished her words, her devilish tongue snaking out of those lips to slither a knot around his engorged cock head, teasing it while her pillowy chest massaged his great length, every vein and ridge of his princely cock attended to by luxurious softness.

The prince's eyes were half hooded, his adoration and love for his unyielding knight so perfectly obvious. She could see in his gaze that he knew no greater beauty than her. "My Tamiel. My blade. You deserve every blessing and honor I can now bestow, and when I claim the throne from the Tyrant King, from my father, know that I will only continue to reward your service. You deserve even more than a King could offer, and yet I will try."

"Now, my gorgeous knight. Bask in that which you have earned so richly."

His hips began to buck, his hand finding her cheek and cupping her like a treasure, his other hand groping at her overly-full tit. A convulsion rocked the prince for just a moment, before the grapefruit sized balls that drooped between his legs tensed up, their load as obviously overstuffed as her chest. He blessed her until her form was drenched, until her hunger was sated, until the amount overwhelmed her bloated cheeks and she struggled to swallow, and then he blessed her further.

Their night went on until she had him smothered in her chest, gently cooing and stroking him, his meat still intimidating even as it flopped about at her hands suggestion. He would dream of kissing her sweetly, of marrying her, and of continuing their escapades forever.

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

I deserve to be spoiled. Not just pleased. Not just have my needs tended to every now and then.

Spoiled.

Spoiled rotten. Endlessly catered to and pleased and pampered until I am a drooling, mindless little mess.

I could be your modern boyfriend and you my gorgeous, thick lover. I could be your brave party member, and you the attentive healer. I could be your adoring son and you my doting mother. I'm open to tons of different dynamics, tons of different styles, and tons of different aesthetics. The one consistent thing should be your character having the mind, body, and soul of a decadent, giving, worshipful lover.

As for the content of those sweet and sultry moments, I want it to be just as decadent. If you are searching for vanilla sex, this probably isn't the post for you. Massive tits massaging a massive cock. A stomach full of gleaming white cum. A thick, hot tongue lovingly pampering a needy prostate. A helping hand aiming that thick meat when it needs to piss. Not all of the different sorts of reverent filth are a requirement, but you should be bringing some salacious creativity to our writing.

I am a writer who focuses way more on tone and vibe than the actual specifics of the prompt, so let's chat and see what we can come up with together. Below is a quick prompt for us to use as a baseline, but feel free to tear it down and start from scratch. Your first message should be enthusiastic and detailed, not some quick copy and paste. Bring your neediness to me and let me bask in it.

\~\~\~\~\~

Twenty attackers? Is that all the Bastard King thought his son's life was worth?

The Exile Prince was idly sipping his drink, watching the fight unfold. The inn they were staying in had fallen under attack, and his bodyguard was doing her brutal, visceral work.

The hellknight sent a cleaving slash screaming through the air at waist height, butchering four men with the ease one might display when halving a fruit. Another stepped to her side, and the towering devil punched into his chest, caving his armor in, her iron first ending inside his ribs, where she took a hold of his sternum and used it to fling him into a pair of mages who were trying to attack her with some feeble lightning. Smart enough not to use flame against her, at least.

The prince yawned and picked up the attacking captains blade. A fairly fine piece, if a bit heavy. Well... perhaps it wasn't heavy. Perhaps it was the prince's meager stature that made it feel so unwieldy.

"Tamiel. Please make their deaths quick. These men serve a tyrant, but they are not tyrants themselves." He said without looking up from the blade.

The knight was only just beginning to breath heavily as she pushed the door open, finding the last five men preferring to hide behind a row of spears. They all charged her, their intent to sacrifice their lives to bring down the Exile Prince's insurmountable shadow, Tamiel, The Knight of the Gleaming Black.

She muttered hellish words, and a helmet materialized around her head.

Their spears found her breastplate, each of them shattering against the impossibly dense Brimsteel. The little light that each carried in their eyes flickered out as they realized she was simply beyond them.

That night, in a lavish camp in the woods, one assembled by infernal imps from a hellish storage portal she had conjured, the hellknight had her precious prince relaxed back into a chair. The charcoal skin of her heaving breasts smooshed around his alabaster meat, and her full lips spoke a tenderness only he knew in her.

"My perfect prince. My Ilmrius. Would you bless your faithful knight with your mark? Would you claim me again?" Her lips parted as she finished her words, her devilish tongue snaking out of those lips to slither a knot around his engorged cock head, teasing it while her pillowy chest massaged his great length, every vein and ridge of his princely cock attended to by luxurious softness.

The prince's eyes were half hooded, his adoration and love for his unyielding knight so perfectly obvious. She could see in his gaze that he knew no greater beauty than her. "My Tamiel. My blade. You deserve every blessing and honor I can now bestow, and when I claim the throne from the Tyrant King, from my father, know that I will only continue to reward your service. You deserve even more than a King could offer, and yet I will try."

"Now, my gorgeous knight. Bask in that which you have earned so richly."

His hips began to buck, his hand finding her cheek and cupping her like a treasure, his other hand groping at her overly-full tit. A convulsion rocked the prince for just a moment, before the grapefruit sized balls that drooped between his legs tensed up, their load as obviously overstuffed as her chest. He blessed her until her form was drenched, until her hunger was sated, until the amount overwhelmed her bloated cheeks and she struggled to swallow, and then he blessed her further.

Their night went on until she had him smothered in her chest, gently cooing and stroking him, his meat still intimidating even as it flopped about at her hands suggestion. He would dream of kissing her sweetly, of marrying her, and of continuing their escapades forever.

I deserve to be spoiled. Not just pleased. Not just have my needs tended to every now and then.

Spoiled.

Spoiled rotten. Endlessly catered to and pleased and pampered until I am a drooling, mindless little mess.

I could be your modern boyfriend and you my gorgeous, thick lover. I could be your brave party member, and you the attentive healer. I could be your adoring son and you my doting mother. I'm open to tons of different dynamics, tons of different styles, and tons of different aesthetics. The one consistent thing should be your character having the mind, body, and soul of a decadent, giving, worshipful lover.

As for the content of those sweet and sultry moments, I want it to be just as decadent. If you are searching for vanilla sex, this probably isn't the post for you. Massive tits massaging a massive cock. A stomach full of gleaming white cum. A thick, hot tongue lovingly pampering a needy prostate. A helping hand aiming that thick meat when it needs to piss. Not all of the different sorts of reverent filth are a requirement, but you should be bringing some salacious creativity to our writing.

I am a writer who focuses way more on tone and vibe than the actual specifics of the prompt, so let's chat and see what we can come up with together. Below is a quick prompt for us to use as a baseline, but feel free to tear it down and start from scratch. Your first message should be enthusiastic and detailed, not some quick copy and paste. Bring your neediness to me and let me bask in it.

\~\~\~\~\~

Twenty attackers? Is that all the Bastard King thought his son's life was worth?

The Exile Prince was idly sipping his drink, watching the fight unfold. The inn they were staying in had fallen under attack, and his bodyguard was doing her brutal, visceral work.

The hellknight sent a cleaving slash screaming through the air at waist height, butchering four men with the ease one might display when halving a fruit. Another stepped to her side, and the towering devil punched into his chest, caving his armor in, her iron first ending inside his ribs, where she took a hold of his sternum and used it to fling him into a pair of mages who were trying to attack her with some feeble lightning. Smart enough not to use flame against her, at least.

The prince yawned and picked up the attacking captains blade. A fairly fine piece, if a bit heavy. Well... perhaps it wasn't heavy. Perhaps it was the prince's meager stature that made it feel so unwieldy.

"Tamiel. Please make their deaths quick. These men serve a tyrant, but they are not tyrants themselves." He said without looking up from the blade.

The knight was only just beginning to breath heavily as she pushed the door open, finding the last five men preferring to hide behind a row of spears. They all charged her, their intent to sacrifice their lives to bring down the Exile Prince's insurmountable shadow, Tamiel, The Knight of the Gleaming Black.

She muttered hellish words, and a helmet materialized around her head.

Their spears found her breastplate, each of them shattering against the impossibly dense Brimsteel. The little light that each carried in their eyes flickered out as they realized she was simply beyond them.

That night, in a lavish camp in the woods, one assembled by infernal imps from a hellish storage portal she had conjured, the hellknight had her precious prince relaxed back into a chair. The charcoal skin of her heaving breasts smooshed around his alabaster meat, and her full lips spoke a tenderness only he knew in her.

"My perfect prince. My Ilmrius. Would you bless your faithful knight with your mark? Would you claim me again?" Her lips parted as she finished her words, her devilish tongue snaking out of those lips to slither a knot around his engorged cock head, teasing it while her pillowy chest massaged his great length, every vein and ridge of his princely cock attended to by luxurious softness.

The prince's eyes were half hooded, his adoration and love for his unyielding knight so perfectly obvious. She could see in his gaze that he knew no greater beauty than her. "My Tamiel. My blade. You deserve every blessing and honor I can now bestow, and when I claim the throne from the Tyrant King, from my father, know that I will only continue to reward your service. You deserve even more than a King could offer, and yet I will try."

"Now, my gorgeous knight. Bask in that which you have earned so richly."

His hips began to buck, his hand finding her cheek and cupping her like a treasure, his other hand groping at her overly-full tit. A convulsion rocked the prince for just a moment, before the grapefruit sized balls that drooped between his legs tensed up, their load as obviously overstuffed as her chest. He blessed her until her form was drenched, until her hunger was sated, until the amount overwhelmed her bloated cheeks and she struggled to swallow, and then he blessed her further.

Their night went on until she had him smothered in her chest, gently cooing and stroking him, his meat still intimidating even as it flopped about at her hands suggestion. He would dream of kissing her sweetly, of marrying her, and of continuing their escapades forever.

I am writing this prompt from the perspective of your character worshipping mine, but we can absolutely flip that around if we like. This worship is going to be salacious and needy and devoted, so be ready to do things for your new God that your past God would have called a sin. You'll prove your devotion through prayers and worshipful acts, so be ready to put mind, body, and soul to work for me.

I'm writing my character as a lean, toned man in this prompt, but I am equally happy playing a hung little cutie.

~~~~~

Before dawn's light broke the perfect black of the night, you were awake. The covers rustled so softly in the cool night air while gentle rain and distant thunder played against the windows. Your hand found me in the dark, so tenderly cupping my cheek as your lips went to my ear. Your words invaded my sleeping mind, and the wet heat of your breath colored the tone of my dreams so richly.

"My perfect Lord. My faultless God. I long for nothing more than you." Your hand left my cheek and slid down my body, fingertips tracing every inch of my chiseled, powerful form until you felt the proof of my Godhood twitching along my stomach, a puddle of gleaming, luxurious ambrosia already dripping from it onto my abs. "Nothing more than your love. Nothing more than your blessing. Nothing more than for you to feel my devotion and for it to bring you joy."

Your hand slid over my godly meat so patiently, as if time had stopped and you knew no other thought beyond me and my needs. As you reached the base, your hand cupped one of those heavy orbs, and your voice was caught up in a breathy little whimper as your mind was invaded by the memory of countless nights before. Your taste buds seemed to perk up at the thought of my blessing washing over your tongue, and you couldn't help but press your plush, plump body against my large, taught frame while your throat shuddered.

"Ohhhh my beautiful God... Please endure the absence of my voice... I must..." You began to lower yourself down my body, shifting slowly as you found your rightful place at my great altar: knees between my thighs, your heaving chest spilling down on either side of my base, your cheek nuzzled against the tip, and your hands greedily sopping up the excessive, slick mess on my stomach.

You used that glistening pre to massage my length, and with a smooth motion, you leaned forward and smothered my shaft into those full breasts, sliding back and forth slowly to slick our bodies with my fluid. Your mouth planted a passionate kiss on the swollen head, and your hands worked eagerly to massage your chest into my meat.

"... I must be terribly greedy, my Lord. Your generosity is too tempting for your humble priestess. Please... Tell me you will bless even so weak willed a woman." Your mouth latched onto the leaking tip, and in an instant, your cheeks blushed and your eyes rolled back a bit before closing, your expression as if you were kissing your soulmate. As the taste flooded your being, your first orgasm of the day rocked through your body, the softness of your cunt lips slathered in your pure devotion.

That dark, stormy dawn broke as your climax peaked, but you wouldn't have known, for you were wholly distracted. My still sleeping mind had thought to bless your blushing cheek with a gentle, affirming touch, before my fingers slid back into your hair and pushed your head lower, my meat claiming more of your mouth. This one simple gesture turned your tender little cumming into violent squirting, and you moaned and cooed in delight as a fresh burst of pre poured out into your tongue. Your breasts felt my thickness fully harden and begin to demand more from you, but you had the body to handle it.

It would be hours before your mouth and chest were done, but you were such a perfect devotee that I could sleep soundly knowing that by the time I stirred, you would be halfway to earning your first massive indulgence of the day. Your orgasms would be spraying across those swollen balls all morning as they churned and brewed your meals for the day.

~~~~~

I need utter devotion, or someone worthy of it from me. Prove to me with your opener that you can give me what I need, or that you are worthy of worship and that you reward your faithful.

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

I am writing this prompt from the perspective of your character worshipping mine, but we can absolutely flip that around if we like. This worship is going to be salacious and needy and devoted, so be ready to do things for your new God that your past God would have called a sin. You'll prove your devotion through prayers and worshipful acts, so be ready to put mind, body, and soul to work for me.

I'm writing my character as a lean, toned man in this prompt, but I am equally happy playing a hung little cutie.

~~~~~

Before dawn's light broke the perfect black of the night, you were awake. The covers rustled so softly in the cool night air while gentle rain and distant thunder played against the windows. Your hand found me in the dark, so tenderly cupping my cheek as your lips went to my ear. Your words invaded my sleeping mind, and the wet heat of your breath colored the tone of my dreams so richly.

"My perfect Lord. My faultless God. I long for nothing more than you." Your hand left my cheek and slid down my body, fingertips tracing every inch of my chiseled, powerful form until you felt the proof of my Godhood twitching along my stomach, a puddle of gleaming, luxurious ambrosia already dripping from it onto my abs. "Nothing more than your love. Nothing more than your blessing. Nothing more than for you to feel my devotion and for it to bring you joy."

Your hand slid over my godly meat so patiently, as if time had stopped and you knew no other thought beyond me and my needs. As you reached the base, your hand cupped one of those heavy orbs, and your voice was caught up in a breathy little whimper as your mind was invaded by the memory of countless nights before. Your taste buds seemed to perk up at the thought of my blessing washing over your tongue, and you couldn't help but press your plush, plump body against my large, taught frame while your throat shuddered.

"Ohhhh my beautiful God... Please endure the absence of my voice... I must..." You began to lower yourself down my body, shifting slowly as you found your rightful place at my great altar: knees between my thighs, your heaving chest spilling down on either side of my base, your cheek nuzzled against the tip, and your hands greedily sopping up the excessive, slick mess on my stomach.

You used that glistening pre to massage my length, and with a smooth motion, you leaned forward and smothered my shaft into those full breasts, sliding back and forth slowly to slick our bodies with my fluid. Your mouth planted a passionate kiss on the swollen head, and your hands worked eagerly to massage your chest into my meat.

"... I must be terribly greedy, my Lord. Your generosity is too tempting for your humble priestess. Please... Tell me you will bless even so weak willed a woman." Your mouth latched onto the leaking tip, and in an instant, your cheeks blushed and your eyes rolled back a bit before closing, your expression as if you were kissing your soulmate. As the taste flooded your being, your first orgasm of the day rocked through your body, the softness of your cunt lips slathered in your pure devotion.

That dark, stormy dawn broke as your climax peaked, but you wouldn't have known, for you were wholly distracted. My still sleeping mind had thought to bless your blushing cheek with a gentle, affirming touch, before my fingers slid back into your hair and pushed your head lower, my meat claiming more of your mouth. This one simple gesture turned your tender little cumming into violent squirting, and you moaned and cooed in delight as a fresh burst of pre poured out into your tongue. Your breasts felt my thickness fully harden and begin to demand more from you, but you had the body to handle it.

It would be hours before your mouth and chest were done, but you were such a perfect devotee that I could sleep soundly knowing that by the time I stirred, you would be halfway to earning your first massive indulgence of the day. Your orgasms would be spraying across those swollen balls all morning as they churned and brewed your meals for the day.

~~~~~

I need utter devotion, or someone worthy of it from me. Prove to me with your opener that you can give me what I need, or that you are worthy of worship and that you reward your faithful.

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

TLDR:

This prompt is based around a modern day young man matching with the human incarnation of the previous queen of hell, Lilith. That said, I am EXTREMELY open to making adjustments or starting from the ground up on a completely new prompt. This is much more about finding incredible partners, not making a perfect prompt.

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I'm a late 20s American guy with plenty of nerdiness and passion to share with one or two wonderful writing partners who are equal parts dramatic, creative, and salacious. I only write in 3rd person and on discord. From quick character flings to love stories that span months, I am more than happy to adjust to whatever fits our shared tastes best. I operate entirely on reciprocity and communication, so if you bring your enthusiasm, I'll bring mine.

If your first message is low effort or an obvious copy and paste opener instead of actually interacting with my post, please save yourself the time.

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

25+ preferred.

_____

I really like to explore what makes our characters tick. I want to know who they are, what they want, what they need, how they think, what their flaws and failures are, what their weaknesses are, and how they love. I want to get excited about my character. I want to think about them and be able to put myself in their shoes. I want to see their struggles through their eyes. I want to feel at home in their body when I write them swinging a sword or planting a kiss. I want to feel joy when I find art to represent them. I want to get excited over adding music to a playlist that embodies them in some way. I want to watch them suffer and I want to watch them triumph.

I need a partner who can bring the same care to their character.

I enjoy OOC quite a bit. My favorite partners over the years were people who I engaged with both in and out of character. Banter and friendship needn't be relegated to the story itself, though the boundaries of OOC are obviously worthy of discussion and respect.

I am a partner who likes to chat and share. I want to have channels dedicated to art, to music, to inspirational material, and to whatever else suits our creation.

Just like I can't enjoy a meal without powerful flavors, I can't enjoy an RP without a near overdose of spice. I need a partner who can put as much detail into a sultry moment as they can a sword stroke or a verbal lashing. Fading to black in a fight or a fuck is a cardinal sin. I want to write poetry and filth, and I need someone who can adore both.

Melodrama. Angst. Passion. Enthusiasm. Banter. Hatred. Fury. Pain. Ennui. Sorrow. I want to explore more than a simple love story, but we should still leave plenty of space for love.

Some quick limits: multi-male scenes, pegging, vore, sexual gore, scat, poor hygiene, beastiality, cucking, real face claims (I only use art, 3d images, anime, etc), among some others.

The prompt below is only to set a baseline of my vague interests. I would much prefer we discuss and plan something custom together, rather than taking one of our preexisting ideas. If you liked everything before the prompt, let's chat. I've got plenty of interests:

~~~~~

Those dark green-grey eyes were caught in the glow of his screen as he stared into it, attention wholely consumed by a woman who looked like she had been sculpted from the very depths of his wildest dreams. Below her pictures, a bio spoke of a woman with intelligence and success, adorned with a beautiful mix of class and attitude. She was gorgeous, competent, witty, and conscious of all of it.

His mind was typically so sharp, but he felt his thumbs stumble over the letters as he tried to give her an opener worthy of her bio, but also capable of pulling her from the certain boredom she must have been suffering from the rank and file that no doubt swarmed her.

Delayed not only by the slight anxiety of falling short, but also the excitement of the challenge, he put his phone down to close his eyes, letting the cold and dark of his room wash over him. She was deserving of his best already, and he would show it to her.

Whatever magic symbol was scrawled unintentionally across his screen as his fingers dashed from key to key, the spell worked, and she had liked him back and responded within minutes.

She wasn't a damsel waiting to be saved, but a queen strutting through her domain, waiting to find a soul worthy of her attention and capable of bringing her more joy than she could find in happily chosen solitude. Those sharp, dark eyes in his photos, and the wit of his words made her dare to be excited. Perhaps she had found her king.

~~~~~

TLDR:

This prompt is based around a modern day young man matching with the human incarnation of the previous queen of hell, Lilith. That said, I am EXTREMELY open to making adjustments or starting from the ground up on a completely new prompt. This is much more about finding incredible partners, not making a perfect prompt.

_____

I'm a late 20s American guy with plenty of nerdiness and passion to share with one or two wonderful writing partners who are equal parts dramatic, creative, and salacious. I only write in 3rd person and on discord. From quick character flings to love stories that span months, I am more than happy to adjust to whatever fits our shared tastes best. I operate entirely on reciprocity and communication, so if you bring your enthusiasm, I'll bring mine.

If your first message is low effort or an obvious copy and paste opener instead of actually interacting with my post, please save yourself the time.

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

25+ preferred.

_____

I really like to explore what makes our characters tick. I want to know who they are, what they want, what they need, how they think, what their flaws and failures are, what their weaknesses are, and how they love. I want to get excited about my character. I want to think about them and be able to put myself in their shoes. I want to see their struggles through their eyes. I want to feel at home in their body when I write them swinging a sword or planting a kiss. I want to feel joy when I find art to represent them. I want to get excited over adding music to a playlist that embodies them in some way. I want to watch them suffer and I want to watch them triumph.

I need a partner who can bring the same care to their character.

I enjoy OOC quite a bit. My favorite partners over the years were people who I engaged with both in and out of character. Banter and friendship needn't be relegated to the story itself, though the boundaries of OOC are obviously worthy of discussion and respect.

I am a partner who likes to chat and share. I want to have channels dedicated to art, to music, to inspirational material, and to whatever else suits our creation.

Just like I can't enjoy a meal without powerful flavors, I can't enjoy an RP without a near overdose of spice. I need a partner who can put as much detail into a sultry moment as they can a sword stroke or a verbal lashing. Fading to black in a fight or a fuck is a cardinal sin. I want to write poetry and filth, and I need someone who can adore both.

Melodrama. Angst. Passion. Enthusiasm. Banter. Hatred. Fury. Pain. Ennui. Sorrow. I want to explore more than a simple love story, but we should still leave plenty of space for love.

Some quick limits: multi-male scenes, pegging, vore, sexual gore, scat, poor hygiene, beastiality, cucking, real face claims (I only use art, 3d images, anime, etc), among some others.

The prompt below is only to set a baseline of my vague interests. I would much prefer we discuss and plan something custom together, rather than taking one of our preexisting ideas. If you liked everything before the prompt, let's chat. I've got plenty of interests:

~~~~~

Those dark green-grey eyes were caught in the glow of his screen as he stared into it, attention wholely consumed by a woman who looked like she had been sculpted from the very depths of his wildest dreams. Below her pictures, a bio spoke of a woman with intelligence and success, adorned with a beautiful mix of class and attitude. She was gorgeous, competent, witty, and conscious of all of it.

His mind was typically so sharp, but he felt his thumbs stumble over the letters as he tried to give her an opener worthy of her bio, but also capable of pulling her from the certain boredom she must have been suffering from the rank and file that no doubt swarmed her.

Delayed not only by the slight anxiety of falling short, but also the excitement of the challenge, he put his phone down to close his eyes, letting the cold and dark of his room wash over him. She was deserving of his best already, and he would show it to her.

Whatever magic symbol was scrawled unintentionally across his screen as his fingers dashed from key to key, the spell worked, and she had liked him back and responded within minutes.

She wasn't a damsel waiting to be saved, but a queen strutting through her domain, waiting to find a soul worthy of her attention and capable of bringing her more joy than she could find in happily chosen solitude. Those sharp, dark eyes in his photos, and the wit of his words made her dare to be excited. Perhaps she had found her king.

~~~~~

TLDR:

This prompt is based around a modern day young man matching with the human incarnation of the previous queen of hell, Lilith. That said, I am EXTREMELY open to making adjustments or starting from the ground up on a completely new prompt. This is much more about finding incredible partners, not making a perfect prompt.

_____

I'm a late 20s American guy with plenty of nerdiness and passion to share with one or two wonderful writing partners who are equal parts dramatic, creative, and salacious. I only write in 3rd person and on discord. From quick character flings to love stories that span months, I am more than happy to adjust to whatever fits our shared tastes best. I operate entirely on reciprocity and communication, so if you bring your enthusiasm, I'll bring mine.

If your first message is low effort or an obvious copy and paste opener instead of actually interacting with my post, please save yourself the time.

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

25+ preferred.

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I really like to explore what makes our characters tick. I want to know who they are, what they want, what they need, how they think, what their flaws and failures are, what their weaknesses are, and how they love. I want to get excited about my character. I want to think about them and be able to put myself in their shoes. I want to see their struggles through their eyes. I want to feel at home in their body when I write them swinging a sword or planting a kiss. I want to feel joy when I find art to represent them. I want to get excited over adding music to a playlist that embodies them in some way. I want to watch them suffer and I want to watch them triumph.

I need a partner who can bring the same care to their character.

I enjoy OOC quite a bit. My favorite partners over the years were people who I engaged with both in and out of character. Banter and friendship needn't be relegated to the story itself, though the boundaries of OOC are obviously worthy of discussion and respect.

I am a partner who likes to chat and share. I want to have channels dedicated to art, to music, to inspirational material, and to whatever else suits our creation.

Just like I can't enjoy a meal without powerful flavors, I can't enjoy an RP without a near overdose of spice. I need a partner who can put as much detail into a sultry moment as they can a sword stroke or a verbal lashing. Fading to black in a fight or a fuck is a cardinal sin. I want to write poetry and filth, and I need someone who can adore both.

Melodrama. Angst. Passion. Enthusiasm. Banter. Hatred. Fury. Pain. Ennui. Sorrow. I want to explore more than a simple love story, but we should still leave plenty of space for love.

Some quick limits: multi-male scenes, pegging, vore, sexual gore, scat, poor hygiene, beastiality, cucking, real face claims (I only use art, 3d images, anime, etc), among some others.

The prompt below is only to set a baseline of my vague interests. I would much prefer we discuss and plan something custom together, rather than taking one of our preexisting ideas. If you liked everything before the prompt, let's chat. I've got plenty of interests:

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Those dark green-grey eyes were caught in the glow of his screen as he stared into it, attention wholely consumed by a woman who looked like she had been sculpted from the very depths of his wildest dreams. Below her pictures, a bio spoke of a woman with intelligence and success, adorned with a beautiful mix of class and attitude. She was gorgeous, competent, witty, and conscious of all of it.

His mind was typically so sharp, but he felt his thumbs stumble over the letters as he tried to give her an opener worthy of her bio, but also capable of pulling her from the certain boredom she must have been suffering from the rank and file that no doubt swarmed her.

Delayed not only by the slight anxiety of falling short, but also the excitement of the challenge, he put his phone down to close his eyes, letting the cold and dark of his room wash over him. She was deserving of his best already, and he would show it to her.

Whatever magic symbol was scrawled unintentionally across his screen as his fingers dashed from key to key, the spell worked, and she had liked him back and responded within minutes.

She wasn't a damsel waiting to be saved, but a queen strutting through her domain, waiting to find a soul worthy of her attention and capable of bringing her more joy than she could find in happily chosen solitude. Those sharp, dark eyes in his photos, and the wit of his words made her dare to be excited. Perhaps she had found her king.

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

I deserve to be spoiled. Not just pleased. Not just have my needs tended to every now and then.

Spoiled.

Spoiled rotten. Endlessly catered to and pleased and pampered until I am a drooling, mindless little mess.

I could be your modern boyfriend and you my gorgeous, thick lover. I could be your brave party member, and you the attentive healer. I could be your adoring son and you my doting mother. I'm open to tons of different dynamics, tons of different styles, and tons of different aesthetics. The one consistent thing should be your character having the mind, body, and soul of a decadent, giving, worshipful lover.

As for the content of those sweet and sultry moments, I want it to be just as decadent. If you are searching for vanilla sex, this probably isn't the post for you. Massive tits massaging a massive cock. A stomach full of gleaming white cum. A thick, hot tongue lovingly pampering a needy prostate. A helping hand aiming that thick meat when it needs to piss. Not all of the different sorts of reverent filth are a requirement, but you should be bringing some salacious creativity to our writing.

I am a writer who focuses way more on tone and vibe than the actual specifics of the prompt, so let's chat and see what we can come up with together. Below is a quick prompt for us to use as a baseline, but feel free to tear it down and start from scratch. Your first message should be enthusiastic and detailed, not some quick copy and paste. Bring your neediness to me and let me bask in it.

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Twenty attackers? Is that all the Bastard King thought his son's life was worth?

The Exile Prince was idly sipping his drink, watching the fight unfold. The inn they were staying in had fallen under attack, and his bodyguard was doing her brutal, visceral work.

The hellknight sent a cleaving slash screaming through the air at waist height, butchering four men with the ease one might display when halving a fruit. Another stepped to her side, and the towering devil punched into his chest, caving his armor in, her iron first ending inside his ribs, where she took a hold of his sternum and used it to fling him into a pair of mages who were trying to attack her with some feeble lightning. Smart enough not to use flame against her, at least.

The prince yawned and picked up the attacking captains blade. A fairly fine piece, if a bit heavy. Well... perhaps it wasn't heavy. Perhaps it was the prince's meager stature that made it feel so unwieldy.

"Tamiel. Please make their deaths quick. These men serve a tyrant, but they are not tyrants themselves." He said without looking up from the blade.

The knight was only just beginning to breath heavily as she pushed the door open, finding the last five men preferring to hide behind a row of spears. They all charged her, their intent to sacrifice their lives to bring down the Exile Prince's insurmountable shadow, Tamiel, The Knight of the Gleaming Black.

She muttered hellish words, and a helmet materialized around her head.

Their spears found her breastplate, each of them shattering against the impossibly dense Brimsteel. The little light that each carried in their eyes flickered out as they realized she was simply beyond them.

That night, in a lavish camp in the woods, one assembled by infernal imps from a hellish storage portal she had conjured, the hellknight had her precious prince relaxed back into a chair. The charcoal skin of her heaving breasts smooshed around his alabaster meat, and her full lips spoke a tenderness only he knew in her.

"My perfect prince. My Ilmrius. Would you bless your faithful knight with your mark? Would you claim me again?" Her lips parted as she finished her words, her devilish tongue snaking out of those lips to slither a knot around his engorged cock head, teasing it while her pillowy chest massaged his great length, every vein and ridge of his princely cock attended to by luxurious softness.

The prince's eyes were half hooded, his adoration and love for his unyielding knight so perfectly obvious. She could see in his gaze that he knew no greater beauty than her. "My Tamiel. My blade. You deserve every blessing and honor I can now bestow, and when I claim the throne from the Tyrant King, from my father, know that I will only continue to reward your service. You deserve even more than a King could offer, and yet I will try."

"Now, my gorgeous knight. Bask in that which you have earned so richly."

His hips began to buck, his hand finding her cheek and cupping her like a treasure, his other hand groping at her overly-full tit. A convulsion rocked the prince for just a moment, before the grapefruit sized balls that drooped between his legs tensed up, their load as obviously overstuffed as her chest. He blessed her until her form was drenched, until her hunger was sated, until the amount overwhelmed her bloated cheeks and she struggled to swallow, and then he blessed her further.

Their night went on until she had him smothered in her chest, gently cooing and stroking him, his meat still intimidating even as it flopped about at her hands suggestion. He would dream of kissing her sweetly, of marrying her, and of continuing their escapades forever.

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

I deserve to be spoiled. Not just pleased. Not just have my needs tended to every now and then.

Spoiled.

Spoiled rotten. Endlessly catered to and pleased and pampered until I am a drooling, mindless little mess.

I could be your modern boyfriend and you my gorgeous, thick lover. I could be your brave party member, and you the attentive healer. I could be your adoring son and you my doting mother. I'm open to tons of different dynamics, tons of different styles, and tons of different aesthetics. The one consistent thing should be your character having the mind, body, and soul of a decadent, giving, worshipful lover.

As for the content of those sweet and sultry moments, I want it to be just as decadent. If you are searching for vanilla sex, this probably isn't the post for you. Massive tits massaging a massive cock. A stomach full of gleaming white cum. A thick, hot tongue lovingly pampering a needy prostate. A helping hand aiming that thick meat when it needs to piss. Not all of the different sorts of reverent filth are a requirement, but you should be bringing some salacious creativity to our writing.

I am a writer who focuses way more on tone and vibe than the actual specifics of the prompt, so let's chat and see what we can come up with together. Below is a quick prompt for us to use as a baseline, but feel free to tear it down and start from scratch. Your first message should be enthusiastic and detailed, not some quick copy and paste. Bring your neediness to me and let me bask in it.

~~~~~

Twenty attackers? Is that all the Bastard King thought his son's life was worth?

The Exile Prince was idly sipping his drink, watching the fight unfold. The inn they were staying in had fallen under attack, and his bodyguard was doing her brutal, visceral work.

The hellknight sent a cleaving slash screaming through the air at waist height, butchering four men with the ease one might display when halving a fruit. Another stepped to her side, and the towering devil punched into his chest, caving his armor in, her iron first ending inside his ribs, where she took a hold of his sternum and used it to fling him into a pair of mages who were trying to attack her with some feeble lightning. Smart enough not to use flame against her, at least.

The prince yawned and picked up the attacking captains blade. A fairly fine piece, if a bit heavy. Well... perhaps it wasn't heavy. Perhaps it was the prince's meager stature that made it feel so unwieldy.

"Tamiel. Please make their deaths quick. These men serve a tyrant, but they are not tyrants themselves." He said without looking up from the blade.

The knight was only just beginning to breath heavily as she pushed the door open, finding the last five men preferring to hide behind a row of spears. They all charged her, their intent to sacrifice their lives to bring down the Exile Prince's insurmountable shadow, Tamiel, The Knight of the Gleaming Black.

She muttered hellish words, and a helmet materialized around her head.

Their spears found her breastplate, each of them shattering against the impossibly dense Brimsteel. The little light that each carried in their eyes flickered out as they realized she was simply beyond them.

That night, in a lavish camp in the woods, one assembled by infernal imps from a hellish storage portal she had conjured, the hellknight had her precious prince relaxed back into a chair. The charcoal skin of her heaving breasts smooshed around his alabaster meat, and her full lips spoke a tenderness only he knew in her.

"My perfect prince. My Ilmrius. Would you bless your faithful knight with your mark? Would you claim me again?" Her lips parted as she finished her words, her devilish tongue snaking out of those lips to slither a knot around his engorged cock head, teasing it while her pillowy chest massaged his great length, every vein and ridge of his princely cock attended to by luxurious softness.

The prince's eyes were half hooded, his adoration and love for his unyielding knight so perfectly obvious. She could see in his gaze that he knew no greater beauty than her. "My Tamiel. My blade. You deserve every blessing and honor I can now bestow, and when I claim the throne from the Tyrant King, from my father, know that I will only continue to reward your service. You deserve even more than a King could offer, and yet I will try."

"Now, my gorgeous knight. Bask in that which you have earned so richly."

His hips began to buck, his hand finding her cheek and cupping her like a treasure, his other hand groping at her overly-full tit. A convulsion rocked the prince for just a moment, before the grapefruit sized balls that drooped between his legs tensed up, their load as obviously overstuffed as her chest. He blessed her until her form was drenched, until her hunger was sated, until the amount overwhelmed her bloated cheeks and she struggled to swallow, and then he blessed her further.

Their night went on until she had him smothered in her chest, gently cooing and stroking him, his meat still intimidating even as it flopped about at her hands suggestion. He would dream of kissing her sweetly, of marrying her, and of continuing their escapades forever.

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

I deserve to be spoiled. Not just pleased. Not just have my needs tended to every now and then.

Spoiled.

Spoiled rotten. Endlessly catered to and pleased and pampered until I am a drooling, mindless little mess.

I could be your modern boyfriend and you my gorgeous, thick lover. I could be your brave party member, and you the attentive healer. I could be your adoring son and you my doting mother. I'm open to tons of different dynamics, tons of different styles, and tons of different aesthetics. The one consistent thing should be your character having the mind, body, and soul of a decadent, giving, worshipful lover.

As for the content of those sweet and sultry moments, I want it to be just as decadent. If you are searching for vanilla sex, this probably isn't the post for you. Massive tits massaging a massive cock. A stomach full of gleaming white cum. A thick, hot tongue lovingly pampering a needy prostate. A helping hand aiming that thick meat when it needs to piss. Not all of the different sorts of reverent filth are a requirement, but you should be bringing some salacious creativity to our writing.

I am a writer who focuses way more on tone and vibe than the actual specifics of the prompt, so let's chat and see what we can come up with together. Below is a quick prompt for us to use as a baseline, but feel free to tear it down and start from scratch. Your first message should be enthusiastic and detailed, not some quick copy and paste. Bring your neediness to me and let me bask in it.

~~~~~

Twenty attackers? Is that all the Bastard King thought his son's life was worth?

The Exile Prince was idly sipping his drink, watching the fight unfold. The inn they were staying in had fallen under attack, and his bodyguard was doing her brutal, visceral work.

The hellknight sent a cleaving slash screaming through the air at waist height, butchering four men with the ease one might display when halving a fruit. Another stepped to her side, and the towering devil punched into his chest, caving his armor in, her iron first ending inside his ribs, where she took a hold of his sternum and used it to fling him into a pair of mages who were trying to attack her with some feeble lightning. Smart enough not to use flame against her, at least.

The prince yawned and picked up the attacking captains blade. A fairly fine piece, if a bit heavy. Well... perhaps it wasn't heavy. Perhaps it was the prince's meager stature that made it feel so unwieldy.

"Tamiel. Please make their deaths quick. These men serve a tyrant, but they are not tyrants themselves." He said without looking up from the blade.

The knight was only just beginning to breath heavily as she pushed the door open, finding the last five men preferring to hide behind a row of spears. They all charged her, their intent to sacrifice their lives to bring down the Exile Prince's insurmountable shadow, Tamiel, The Knight of the Gleaming Black.

She muttered hellish words, and a helmet materialized around her head.

Their spears found her breastplate, each of them shattering against the impossibly dense Brimsteel. The little light that each carried in their eyes flickered out as they realized she was simply beyond them.

That night, in a lavish camp in the woods, one assembled by infernal imps from a hellish storage portal she had conjured, the hellknight had her precious prince relaxed back into a chair. The charcoal skin of her heaving breasts smooshed around his alabaster meat, and her full lips spoke a tenderness only he knew in her.

"My perfect prince. My Ilmrius. Would you bless your faithful knight with your mark? Would you claim me again?" Her lips parted as she finished her words, her devilish tongue snaking out of those lips to slither a knot around his engorged cock head, teasing it while her pillowy chest massaged his great length, every vein and ridge of his princely cock attended to by luxurious softness.

The prince's eyes were half hooded, his adoration and love for his unyielding knight so perfectly obvious. She could see in his gaze that he knew no greater beauty than her. "My Tamiel. My blade. You deserve every blessing and honor I can now bestow, and when I claim the throne from the Tyrant King, from my father, know that I will only continue to reward your service. You deserve even more than a King could offer, and yet I will try."

"Now, my gorgeous knight. Bask in that which you have earned so richly."

His hips began to buck, his hand finding her cheek and cupping her like a treasure, his other hand groping at her overly-full tit. A convulsion rocked the prince for just a moment, before the grapefruit sized balls that drooped between his legs tensed up, their load as obviously overstuffed as her chest. He blessed her until her form was drenched, until her hunger was sated, until the amount overwhelmed her bloated cheeks and she struggled to swallow, and then he blessed her further.

Their night went on until she had him smothered in her chest, gently cooing and stroking him, his meat still intimidating even as it flopped about at her hands suggestion. He would dream of kissing her sweetly, of marrying her, and of continuing their escapades forever.

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

I deserve to be spoiled. Not just pleased. Not just have my needs tended to every now and then.

Spoiled.

Spoiled rotten. Endlessly catered to and pleased and pampered until I am a drooling, mindless little mess.

I could be your modern boyfriend and you my gorgeous, thick lover. I could be your brave party member, and you the attentive healer. I could be your adoring son and you my doting mother. I'm open to tons of different dynamics, tons of different styles, and tons of different aesthetics. The one consistent thing should be your character having the mind, body, and soul of a decadent, giving, worshipful lover.

As for the content of those sweet and sultry moments, I want it to be just as decadent. If you are searching for vanilla sex, this probably isn't the post for you. Massive tits massaging a massive cock. A stomach full of gleaming white cum. A thick, hot tongue lovingly pampering a needy prostate. A helping hand aiming that thick meat when it needs to piss. Not all of the different sorts of reverent filth are a requirement, but you should be bringing some salacious creativity to our writing.

I am a writer who focuses way more on tone and vibe than the actual specifics of the prompt, so let's chat and see what we can come up with together. Below is a quick prompt for us to use as a baseline, but feel free to tear it down and start from scratch. Your first message should be enthusiastic and detailed, not some quick copy and paste. Bring your neediness to me and let me bask in it.

~~~~~

Twenty attackers? Is that all the Bastard King thought his son's life was worth?

The Exile Prince was idly sipping his drink, watching the fight unfold. The inn they were staying in had fallen under attack, and his bodyguard was doing her brutal, visceral work.

The hellknight sent a cleaving slash screaming through the air at waist height, butchering four men with the ease one might display when halving a fruit. Another stepped to her side, and the towering devil punched into his chest, caving his armor in, her iron first ending inside his ribs, where she took a hold of his sternum and used it to fling him into a pair of mages who were trying to attack her with some feeble lightning. Smart enough not to use flame against her, at least.

The prince yawned and picked up the attacking captains blade. A fairly fine piece, if a bit heavy. Well... perhaps it wasn't heavy. Perhaps it was the prince's meager stature that made it feel so unwieldy.

"Tamiel. Please make their deaths quick. These men serve a tyrant, but they are not tyrants themselves." He said without looking up from the blade.

The knight was only just beginning to breath heavily as she pushed the door open, finding the last five men preferring to hide behind a row of spears. They all charged her, their intent to sacrifice their lives to bring down the Exile Prince's insurmountable shadow, Tamiel, The Knight of the Gleaming Black.

She muttered hellish words, and a helmet materialized around her head.

Their spears found her breastplate, each of them shattering against the impossibly dense Brimsteel. The little light that each carried in their eyes flickered out as they realized she was simply beyond them.

That night, in a lavish camp in the woods, one assembled by infernal imps from a hellish storage portal she had conjured, the hellknight had her precious prince relaxed back into a chair. The charcoal skin of her heaving breasts smooshed around his alabaster meat, and her full lips spoke a tenderness only he knew in her.

"My perfect prince. My Ilmrius. Would you bless your faithful knight with your mark? Would you claim me again?" Her lips parted as she finished her words, her devilish tongue snaking out of those lips to slither a knot around his engorged cock head, teasing it while her pillowy chest massaged his great length, every vein and ridge of his princely cock attended to by luxurious softness.

The prince's eyes were half hooded, his adoration and love for his unyielding knight so perfectly obvious. She could see in his gaze that he knew no greater beauty than her. "My Tamiel. My blade. You deserve every blessing and honor I can now bestow, and when I claim the throne from the Tyrant King, from my father, know that I will only continue to reward your service. You deserve even more than a King could offer, and yet I will try."

"Now, my gorgeous knight. Bask in that which you have earned so richly."

His hips began to buck, his hand finding her cheek and cupping her like a treasure, his other hand groping at her overly-full tit. A convulsion rocked the prince for just a moment, before the grapefruit sized balls that drooped between his legs tensed up, their load as obviously overstuffed as her chest. He blessed her until her form was drenched, until her hunger was sated, until the amount overwhelmed her bloated cheeks and she struggled to swallow, and then he blessed her further.

Their night went on until she had him smothered in her chest, gently cooing and stroking him, his meat still intimidating even as it flopped about at her hands suggestion. He would dream of kissing her sweetly, of marrying her, and of continuing their escapades forever.

I won't call you mommy yet, or sit here and shower you with undo praise right off the bat, because I don't want to cheapen it. I am positive so many people start off professing their love and adoration without ever learning who you are and how you operate, turning you into a fantasy instead of a partner.

I want to talk to you. I want us to understand each other. I want to explore our wants and needs together. I want to take the time to make all of those words feel real before we say them. When you call me your perfect little prince and tell me you've never loved someone like you love me, I want it to hit me like a bus. And I want to have the same impact on you.

IRL I am always pushed into the dominant role. I wouldn't mind if more subs were reverant and worshipful of their doms, but it seems like everyone wants to just be the lazy, selfish, pillow princess sub who gets fucked when she wants and otherwise doesn't engage.

I can't stand that sort of thing.

I want to be wrapped up in warmth and tenderness with my partner. I want us to giggle and rub our noses together. I want to make out for hours. I want to make love like the gods destined us to be together. I want to explore each other's needs with joy and excitement so we can spoil each other rotten.

I will not be some helpless little pillow prince who ignores your pleasure. I'll be your handsome little knight on those nights when you let me, and I'll slay the dragon of your sexual needs with my pretty little throbbing sword and my dedicated mouth.

I'm hoping these worshipful words find you. My subby side is so neglected, so pure. I've been with dozens of women as a dom, but as a sub, you'll be one of so very few, and it won't take long for you to be my first for many experiences.

Please... Show me I'm worth earning, and let me enjoy the work of earning you.

I can't wait to mean it when I call you those sweet names and profess my feelings.

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

I won't call you mommy yet, or sit here and shower you with undo praise right off the bat, because I don't want to cheapen it. I am positive so many people start off professing their love and adoration without ever learning who you are and how you operate, turning you into a fantasy instead of a partner.

I want to talk to you. I want us to understand each other. I want to explore our wants and needs together. I want to take the time to make all of those words feel real before we say them. When you call me your perfect little prince and tell me you've never loved someone like you love me, I want it to hit me like a bus. And I want to have the same impact on you.

IRL I am always pushed into the dominant role. I wouldn't mind if more subs were reverant and worshipful of their doms, but it seems like everyone wants to just be the lazy, selfish, pillow princess sub who gets fucked when she wants and otherwise doesn't engage.

I can't stand that sort of thing.

I want to be wrapped up in warmth and tenderness with my partner. I want us to giggle and rub our noses together. I want to make out for hours. I want to make love like the gods destined us to be together. I want to explore each other's needs with joy and excitement so we can spoil each other rotten.

I will not be some helpless little pillow prince who ignores your pleasure. I'll be your handsome little knight on those nights when you let me, and I'll slay the dragon of your sexual needs with my pretty little throbbing sword and my dedicated mouth.

I'm hoping these worshipful words find you. My subby side is so neglected, so pure. I've been with dozens of women as a dom, but as a sub, you'll be one of so very few, and it won't take long for you to be my first for many experiences.

Please... Show me I'm worth earning, and let me enjoy the work of earning you.

I can't wait to mean it when I call you those sweet names and profess my feelings.

I won't call you mommy yet, or sit here and shower you with undo praise right off the bat, because I don't want to cheapen it. I am positive so many people start off professing their love and adoration without ever learning who you are and how you operate, turning you into a fantasy instead of a partner.

I want to talk to you. I want us to understand each other. I want to explore our wants and needs together. I want to take the time to make all of those words feel real before we say them. When you call me your perfect little prince and tell me you've never loved someone like you love me, I want it to hit me like a bus. And I want to have the same impact on you.

IRL I am always pushed into the dominant role. I wouldn't mind if more subs were reverant and worshipful of their doms, but it seems like everyone wants to just be the lazy, selfish, pillow princess sub who gets fucked when she wants and otherwise doesn't engage.

I can't stand that sort of thing.

I want to be wrapped up in warmth and tenderness with my partner. I want us to giggle and rub our noses together. I want to make out for hours. I want to make love like the gods destined us to be together. I want to explore each other's needs with joy and excitement so we can spoil each other rotten.

I will not be some helpless little pillow prince who ignores your pleasure. I'll be your handsome little knight on those nights when you let me, and I'll slay the dragon of your sexual needs with my pretty little throbbing sword and my dedicated mouth.

I'm hoping these worshipful words find you. My subby side is so neglected, so pure. I've been with dozens of women as a dom, but as a sub, you'll be one of so very few, and it won't take long for you to be my first for many experiences.

Please... Show me I'm worth earning, and let me enjoy the work of earning you.

I can't wait to mean it when I call you those sweet names and profess my feelings.

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

TLDR: My character is a young man who either was frozen due to some medical emergency or mishap, or was sent forward in time either intentionally via hyper fast space travel or due to a failed experiment. We can discuss the details together, but the idea is that enough time has passed that the woman (women) in his life has been a mess while he's been gone for 20 years and she never gave up on him, despite how tough it was for her.

This post is going to include taboos and strangeness, so check out now if that is going to bother you.

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

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From Daemon's perspective, mere moments had passed. He had been laid back into the cryo pod after a briefing about what it would be like to be frozen for 6 months, what the impact would be to his health, both physical and mental, and one last round of waivers and paperwork to ensure he had no recourse if something went horribly wrong. As the medicine sent him spiraling to sleep and he could feel the frost encroaching on him, his eyes watched the figure of his wife through the glass fade into a shadowy silhouette, until he could no longer hold on to reality.

And then his eyes began to open again, and life poured back into his mind and body. her silhouette was still there. Something had gone wrong and they were waking him up, or so he assumed, but as his eyes began to regain full focus, he noticed the silhouette was very different.

Her body was taller, her hair was longer, and her figure was fuller. She was still young, but she had certainly aged at least a year or two.

Then another silhouette joined the first, looking vaguely like the pictures of his wife's mother from before she had passed... but not quite.

Almost...

Almost as if his wife had aged 20 years.

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So

The basic idea is that my character has been frozen or doing experimental space travel or something, and his wife (and potentially his daughter) has aged 20 years. In my mind, he was roughly 20-25 when this happened, so still very young. We can tweak the ages and timeline to make sure we get the dynamic we want, but the underlying idea should be this:

He has been away for decades, and the woman (women) in his life never let go of him. Now it's time to make up for all of that lost time.

I want to explore this however it suits us both. The spark can be just as strong as it was before, and they can immediately dive back into their overly sweet passions together, indulging in the year gap as they like. We can explore the awkwardness of the time apart, the angst and loneliness that scars the wife, and trying to recapture the magic. We can go a more sinister route, like the wife has snapped a bit from the loneliness and now she is bitter and demanding of him, taking on a femdom role. I want us to find the version of this idea that excites us both so we can attack it together.

If we want to include the daughter too, she should be at least as old as him.

Reach out to me with your kinks and limits, and give me something to work with. I want to know what you are thinking in regards to this prompt.

TLDR: My character is a young man who either was frozen due to some medical emergency or mishap, or was sent forward in time either intentionally via hyper fast space travel or due to a failed experiment. We can discuss the details together, but the idea is that enough time has passed that the woman (women) in his life has been a mess while he's been gone for 20 years and she never gave up on him, despite how tough it was for her.

This post is going to include taboos and strangeness, so check out now if that is going to bother you.

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

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From Daemon's perspective, mere moments had passed. He had been laid back into the cryo pod after a briefing about what it would be like to be frozen for 6 months, what the impact would be to his health, both physical and mental, and one last round of waivers and paperwork to ensure he had no recourse if something went horribly wrong. As the medicine sent him spiraling to sleep and he could feel the frost encroaching on him, his eyes watched the figure of his wife through the glass fade into a shadowy silhouette, until he could no longer hold on to reality.

And then his eyes began to open again, and life poured back into his mind and body. her silhouette was still there. Something had gone wrong and they were waking him up, or so he assumed, but as his eyes began to regain full focus, he noticed the silhouette was very different.

Her body was taller, her hair was longer, and her figure was fuller. She was still young, but she had certainly aged at least a year or two.

Then another silhouette joined the first, looking vaguely like the pictures of his wife's mother from before she had passed... but not quite.

Almost...

Almost as if his wife had aged 20 years.

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So

The basic idea is that my character has been frozen or doing experimental space travel or something, and his wife (and potentially his daughter) has aged 20 years. In my mind, he was roughly 20-25 when this happened, so still very young. We can tweak the ages and timeline to make sure we get the dynamic we want, but the underlying idea should be this:

He has been away for decades, and the woman (women) in his life never let go of him. Now it's time to make up for all of that lost time.

I want to explore this however it suits us both. The spark can be just as strong as it was before, and they can immediately dive back into their overly sweet passions together, indulging in the year gap as they like. We can explore the awkwardness of the time apart, the angst and loneliness that scars the wife, and trying to recapture the magic. We can go a more sinister route, like the wife has snapped a bit from the loneliness and now she is bitter and demanding of him, taking on a femdom role. I want us to find the version of this idea that excites us both so we can attack it together.

If we want to include the daughter too, she should be at least as old as him.

Reach out to me with your kinks and limits, and give me something to work with. I want to know what you are thinking in regards to this prompt.

TLDR: My character is a young man who either was frozen due to some medical emergency or mishap, or was sent forward in time either intentionally via hyper fast space travel or due to a failed experiment. We can discuss the details together, but the idea is that enough time has passed that the woman (women) in his life has been a mess while he's been gone for 20 years and she never gave up on him, despite how tough it was for her.

This post is going to include taboos and strangeness, so check out now if that is going to bother you.

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

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From Daemon's perspective, mere moments had passed. He had been laid back into the cryo pod after a briefing about what it would be like to be frozen for 6 months, what the impact would be to his health, both physical and mental, and one last round of waivers and paperwork to ensure he had no recourse if something went horribly wrong. As the medicine sent him spiraling to sleep and he could feel the frost encroaching on him, his eyes watched the figure of his wife through the glass fade into a shadowy silhouette, until he could no longer hold on to reality.

And then his eyes began to open again, and life poured back into his mind and body. her silhouette was still there. Something had gone wrong and they were waking him up, or so he assumed, but as his eyes began to regain full focus, he noticed the silhouette was very different.

Her body was taller, her hair was longer, and her figure was fuller. She was still young, but she had certainly aged at least a year or two.

Then another silhouette joined the first, looking vaguely like the pictures of his wife's mother from before she had passed... but not quite.

Almost...

Almost as if his wife had aged 20 years.

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So

The basic idea is that my character has been frozen or doing experimental space travel or something, and his wife (and potentially his daughter) has aged 20 years. In my mind, he was roughly 20-25 when this happened, so still very young. We can tweak the ages and timeline to make sure we get the dynamic we want, but the underlying idea should be this:

He has been away for decades, and the woman (women) in his life never let go of him. Now it's time to make up for all of that lost time.

I want to explore this however it suits us both. The spark can be just as strong as it was before, and they can immediately dive back into their overly sweet passions together, indulging in the year gap as they like. We can explore the awkwardness of the time apart, the angst and loneliness that scars the wife, and trying to recapture the magic. We can go a more sinister route, like the wife has snapped a bit from the loneliness and now she is bitter and demanding of him, taking on a femdom role. I want us to find the version of this idea that excites us both so we can attack it together.

If we want to include the daughter too, she should be at least as old as him.

Reach out to me with your kinks and limits, and give me something to work with. I want to know what you are thinking in regards to this prompt.