Looking for a long term RP featuring a harem of classic halloween and movie monster inspired characters. You are joined on a journey through a small town straight out of a mystery drama by a group of gay disasters, all of which you'll come to find out are very much not human. Naturally, in between all your investigations and other seasonal experiences, there will be lots of flirting and more than a little sex. Feel free to message me with ideas, or just pick a starting point from down below.
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It was a cool autumn day. The sun was warm but the wind might make you shiver. Nothing a nice hot cup of coffee or tea couldn't solve anyway. You lived in the little town of Mon Falls, a mountain community that probably would be abandoned at this point if it wasn't for the university. Otherwise, there's a total of four local restaurants, one diner, one cafe, one bar and grill, and that one Wendy's out toward the highway, a tiny library, a post office that's more like a shed then anything, and a town hall with eight rooms, three of which were local jails for the sheriff's office. The only people who drive cars newer than twenty years old are the police, who's cars are ten years old. Though every once in a while you get one student at the college who has a fancy ride thanks to their parents, but it was rare. You were born here, regardless of whether you were raised here too or you moved away when you were young. Recently an aunt you didn't even know you had passed away, and for some reason she left her house to you. It was on the edge of town, gothic style, a little run down, but there's no way you would pass up a three bedroom four bath house in this economy, especially when it just fell into your lap. The floorboards creeked and the windows rattled in the wind, but you could definitely make this a home. Now if only you could find a boyfriend to share the place with, that might really make it a home. Alas, you've been single for a while, and you were currently taking your single ass out and about for, well, why don't you tell me?
Further starters below.
There was a blonde who always caught your eye. He always looked pale and sickly, but despite it he was still rather gorgeous. He was a university student, usually wore light colored hoodies, and he almost always had his hood up. You overheard someone ask about it one time, he had said that he sunburned exceptionally easily. You just so happened to bump into him as he was on his way out of the cafe, a steaming cup in his hand. "Oh, sorry," he said quickly, staggering out of your way. He placed both hands on his cup for a moment, then tucked a lock of stray blonde hair behind his ear as he righted himself.
Almost every morning you passed him. He was a total stranger with bronze skin, and he had dirty blonde hair that you couldn't ever determine was natural or not. He had a few piercings, including a his tongue. You knew this, because every day he was winking at you as you walked passed, sticking his tongue out occasionally. You had no idea why, but this happened every time you saw him. You had never spoken a word, he never so much as said hello, but every single time he still did the same thing. Even today he still had that same stupid grin on his face. Every step as he approached you his eyes were on you, eyes that sparkled like the mirage on distant desert sand. He was coming closer still.
Of all the things you expected to see today, a very shirtless and scruffy looking man coming out of the woods was not on that list. He had long brown hair, his face was somewhat unkempt but it definitely suited him. He was tall, and had broad shoulders, muscular, but not defined or cut, a bit bulky instead. He glanced your way, he definitely noticed you, noticed you you noticing him. Despite his appearance, his eyes were so very gentle, and the previous neutral scowl on his face was replaced with a gentle smile as he waved a greeting to you, hopping over a log as he made his way back onto the street.
It had begun to rain out of
nowhere, you were caught in it, but you managed to step into cover before it got too bad. To your surprise, however, you could see a short guy across the street, standing on the street corner. His dark green hair was plastered to his head, and he was wearing a soaking wet sweater and jeans. His eyes were closed and he had his head tilted upward, like he seemed to just be enjoying the rain despite the temperature making it shockingly cold. He was still as a board, there was no doubt that he just really, really was enjoying the rain.
You were running late. Did you make a habit of this? Who knows? You were just hurrying along, rushing to take a shortcut down an alleyway, but you stopped, and tripped backwards as you were blinded by a headlight. You heard the squeal of breaks, falling on your butt and going wide eyed. It wasn't that bad, just a motorcycle. The rider took off his helmet and leaned forward, a mess of brown curls tumbling out. He smiled at you, with eyes that felt naturally sultry, like just looking at you was an invitation from him to hop on and go have a night at the motel. "Hey, sorry about that, are you alright?" he said, his voice calm, soothing even.
You didn't exercise as often as you should. Hell, who could afford to most of the time? Recently you had taken to heading out to the lake, where they had a nice park trail you could walk. There were these metal structures along the trail with signs for exercises you could do on them, more than just a couple pullup bars. It was on these outings where you noticed him. He was tall, always wearing a tracksuit, and he was always wearing sunglasses, even on overcast days. He would give a polite hello every once in a while, but mostly kept to himself. However, yesterday it happened, you bumped into the guy. He was super tall, so even as you stumbled back away from the bar and slammed into him, he stood easily and helped right your position. However, his sunglasses had clattered to the stone beneath your feet, and when you turned to thank him you saw them. His eyes were intense, freaky even, they were yellow, and you were willing to bet everything in your wallet that they were actually glowing. The man went wide eyed, and once you were steady he collected his glasses and hurried back down the trail. Think you'll ever see him again?
When you considered the phrase "a face like an angel" he was the one you always thought of. He had dazzling blue eyes, an hair as gold as a sunrise. You saw him so often that the second you walked in he nodded, pulling out a cup in the size you always had, ready to get your favorite order together. He started at the cafe a year ago, or so you had been told, and he was there almost every morning when you came in to get a hot drink. Despite the apron, he always wore the same style, likely having at least half a dozen of that same outfit, black slacks and a white button up, the top button left undone and a silver cross necklace that you often eyed. If it weren't for that cross you may have asked for his number weeks ago, but that was always a tough one. Still, he was so friendly and gorgeous, a total prince charming type. Hopefully he never picked up on your gay panic.
You had that dream again. There was this tree you always used to stop by, this little spot in the woods you had always enjoyed. It had been a while since you had gone out into the forest like that, but for some reason ever since you moved into that house you had been dreaming about going out there again. The dreams were nothing special. Sometimes it was day, sometimes it was night, but you were always headed out to that little spot again. You felt like you might be crazy as you trudged through the fallen leaves, you hadn't been out here in years, and this felt like the kind of thing that involved video cameras and dead college students, yet hear you were, out in the woods. You blood ran cold, your heart jolting for a moment. As the tree came into view you spotted someone, just a few dozen meters away. He must have heard you too, because he turned to look at you. He plucked a leaf from his platinum blonde hair, blue eyes sparking as they observed you. Then he smiled, an inviting, but eerily calm expression. "Good morning," he said from where he stood, a hand still against the tree.
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Kinks are negotiable, but here are my favorites; switch/verse dynamics, shibari, blindfolds, praise, affection, collars, penis accessories (ribbons, rings, garters), biting, exhibitionism, outfits (harem silks, shibari, white button ups), shower sex, pluviophilia, nictophilia, nemophilia, outercourse (frotting, grinding, thighjobs, footjobs), vanilla.
Limits are mostly the usual suspects like filth, bathroom play, and vore. Gore isn't exactly welcome in a kinky sense, but it may happen in the story. Also, no body shaming or aggressive hard tops.