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DISCLAIMER: This plot isn’t the only one that I’d be happy to play. Also, if you don’t like writing samples, you can just skip to the bottom with the unitalicized text.

Ten years. It had been ten years since you’d decided to take the job that would change your life forever. Growing up without money, or at least not enough to be comfortable, it made sense that if the local lord offered you more coin than you’d seen in your entire life that you wouldn’t ask many questions. All you had to do was sneak into one of the many, many buildings that lined the outer wall of the city you lived in and cause an incident. Now “an incident” wasn’t exactly the most straightforward advice, but maybe you didn’t think too hard about it.

So in you went, like an angel of death, sneaking into the home through the chimney like some sort of perverse, murderous leprechaun. A family: one mother, one father, and two children… four targets. You remembered how the father tried his best to resist you, but armed with the will of the lord and his best equipment for the job, he didn’t put up much of a fight. Then, of course, the mother, cradled her young son until both ended up red stains on the floor. Finally… the last child, trying his best to hide from you. Of course, it wasn’t enough, and with a swift stab to the stomach, you left him to bleed out, surrounded by what remained of his family.

You didn’t have much choice, perhaps, or maybe you simply didn’t try hard enough, but it didn’t matter much… not anymore. But who cares, right? You did what you had to do and now you’d be handsomely rewarded for your misdeeds. Perhaps you could use a bit of the money the lord gives you to donate to some children’s shelter to still the hemorrhaging guilt in your heart.

Only… he didn’t. The second you showed your face, he gasped in horror as you described what you did. What you did… in his name, or so it seemed. Of course, walking into the halls of the local lord and explaining that you’d just finished assassinating a random family wasn’t exactly a good look for you, so you left before things got bad. Reasonably, of course.

Now you’re penniless, but maybe that wasn’t what stuck with you. Maybe not getting the gold to delude yourself into happiness leaves you… wondering about what happened that night, and how you left that household cold, empty, and lifeless. Well, at least you were able to put that behind you, no? Rub your hands clean in the waters of delusion until the red comes off.

Well, until you heard that one of them survived. Turns out a stab wound to the stomach isn’t enough to assure death in a world of magical healing. Now, the fiery guilt burns even brighter, haunting your every thought. Yet, you know nothing about that boy-turned-revenant. Will he be angry? So horribly enraged that death would be among the greatest mercies he’d grant you? Perhaps he’ll be despondent, letting you go and allowing you to live with your disgust. Or maybe… just maybe… he’ll understand.

Hello everyone! I’m glad you’ve read this far (or skipped, that’s fine too!). As you can probably tell from the title and the story, I’m looking for a story about two enemies that end up becoming lovers after one wrongs the other. I’m a big fan of this idea that your character is consumed by guilt, and the story revolves around how we would sort those feelings out. Obviously there’s plenty of kink potential here, but this is more of a “story” based roleplay rather than exclusively smut. I’m an absolute detail fiend, so I wouldn’t mind at all if you’d prefer to plan things out with the world, secondary characters, and the roleplay as a whole with me.

Now, that isn’t to say that I don’t like smut—in fact, I think that it can elevate the entire experience if we set it up, but I want it to serve a purpose. Hate and love are so closely related after all, and to have all the pent-up, repressed emotions bubble up while in such an intimate time, especially if it’s kinky? I mean, I can’t ask for much more.

Like I said earlier, the plot above isn’t what my heart is set on. Maybe you’d like to play someone who is less guilty, and the roleplay can be about the two trying to work past what your character did. Maybe you want to play someone who is more guilty, and the roleplay is about how she pays penance to my character before eventually growing a deep, mutual love for one another. This goes for my character too, as there are all sorts of reactions he could have to the woman who ruined his life. The possibilities are endless, and I’m more than happy to discuss with whoever’s interested!

As for writing style, I prefer long-term, long-form writing. I can usually write around 12 sentences, and I prefer a more deliberate, detailed style rather than a snappy, reactive style. This, of course, changes depending on the scene, but I really enjoy detailed descriptions about the scene, the characters, and their feelings.

My kinks are: BDSM, hatefucking, breeding, age and size difference (that carries into the relationship!), aftercare, and probably some I don’t remember.

My limits are: scat, vomit, piss, inflation, macro and micro play, and probably some I don’t remember.

If you’ve read this far, tell me what sort of relationship you’d want to build. I’m looking forward to your responses!

DISCLAIMER: This plot isn’t the only one that I’d be happy to play. Also, if you don’t like writing samples, you can just skip to the bottom with the unitalicized text.

Ten years. It had been ten years since you’d decided to take the job that would change your life forever. Growing up without money, or at least not enough to be comfortable, it made sense that if the local lord offered you more coin than you’d seen in your entire life that you wouldn’t ask many questions. All you had to do was sneak into one of the many, many buildings that lined the outer wall of the city you lived in and cause an incident. Now “an incident” wasn’t exactly the most straightforward advice, but maybe you didn’t think too hard about it.

So in you went, like an angel of death, sneaking into the home through the chimney like some sort of perverse, murderous leprechaun. A family: one mother, one father, and two children… four targets. You remembered how the father tried his best to resist you, but armed with the will of the lord and his best equipment for the job, he didn’t put up much of a fight. Then, of course, the mother, cradled her young son until both ended up red stains on the floor. Finally… the last child, trying his best to hide from you. Of course, it wasn’t enough, and with a swift stab to the stomach, you left him to bleed out, surrounded by what remained of his family.

You didn’t have much choice, perhaps, or maybe you simply didn’t try hard enough, but it didn’t matter much… not anymore. But who cares, right? You did what you had to do and now you’d be handsomely rewarded for your misdeeds. Perhaps you could use a bit of the money the lord gives you to donate to some children’s shelter to still the hemorrhaging guilt in your heart.

Only… he didn’t. The second you showed your face, he gasped in horror as you described what you did. What you did… in his name, or so it seemed. Of course, walking into the halls of the local lord and explaining that you’d just finished assassinating a random family wasn’t exactly a good look for you, so you left before things got bad. Reasonably, of course.

Now you’re penniless, but maybe that wasn’t what stuck with you. Maybe not getting the gold to delude yourself into happiness leaves you… wondering about what happened that night, and how you left that household cold, empty, and lifeless. Well, at least you were able to put that behind you, no? Rub your hands clean in the waters of delusion until the red comes off.

Well, until you heard that one of them survived. Turns out a stab wound to the stomach isn’t enough to assure death in a world of magical healing. Now, the fiery guilt burns even brighter, haunting your every thought. Yet, you know nothing about that boy-turned-revenant. Will he be angry? So horribly enraged that death would be among the greatest mercies he’d grant you? Perhaps he’ll be despondent, letting you go and allowing you to live with your disgust. Or maybe… just maybe… he’ll understand.

Hello everyone! I’m glad you’ve read this far (or skipped, that’s fine too!). As you can probably tell from the title and the story, I’m looking for a story about two enemies that end up becoming lovers after one wrongs the other. I’m a big fan of this idea that your character is consumed by guilt, and the story revolves around how we would sort those feelings out. Obviously there’s plenty of kink potential here, but this is more of a “story” based roleplay rather than exclusively smut. I’m an absolute detail fiend, so I wouldn’t mind at all if you’d prefer to plan things out with the world, secondary characters, and the roleplay as a whole with me.

Now, that isn’t to say that I don’t like smut—in fact, I think that it can elevate the entire experience if we set it up, but I want it to serve a purpose. Hate and love are so closely related after all, and to have all the pent-up, repressed emotions bubble up while in such an intimate time, especially if it’s kinky? I mean, I can’t ask for much more.

Like I said earlier, the plot above isn’t what my heart is set on. Maybe you’d like to play someone who is less guilty, and the roleplay can be about the two trying to work past what your character did. Maybe you want to play someone who is more guilty, and the roleplay is about how she pays penance to my character before eventually growing a deep, mutual love for one another. This goes for my character too, as there are all sorts of reactions he could have to the woman who ruined his life. The possibilities are endless, and I’m more than happy to discuss with whoever’s interested!

As for writing style, I prefer long-term, long-form writing. I can usually write around 12 sentences, and I prefer a more deliberate, detailed style rather than a snappy, reactive style. This, of course, changes depending on the scene, but I really enjoy detailed descriptions about the scene, the characters, and their feelings.

My kinks are: BDSM, hatefucking, breeding, age and size difference (that carries into the relationship!), aftercare, and probably some I don’t remember.

My limits are: scat, vomit, piss, inflation, macro and micro play, and probably some I don’t remember.

If you’ve read this far, tell me what sort of relationship you’d want to build. I’m looking forward to your responses!

Disclaimer: The writing sample you are about to read is only one of many possible plots. Thank you!

The Kingdom of Delmont and the Selkian Empire had always been at odds with one another. Embroiled in a several-decade long war, it seemed almost like tradition for the two to constantly fight over the long strip of land along their borders. It was almost like a dance, with one side gaining territory one year, only to lose it another year with no regard for the people living there. Of course, for the people who called the border between the two nations home, life was almost as hard as it was worthless. People died all the time, and nations never seemed to mind. War was war, after all, right?

Yet, for the individuals in the war, hatred and vitriol for fallen kin was commonplace. Such was the case for Felix Valentine, a young village boy who lived along the border. His family wasn’t inordinately wealthy, but they made a decent living being adventurers and returning with whatever cash they were able to procure from their most recent job. His father was always the more serious one, his face stony and strict, but always hiding a bit of dry amusement somewhere in the creases of his frown. His mother was a kind, excitable woman, always ready to jump in and save whatever random person she thought needed help. Being a skilled healer, it was easy for her to make even the most severe, fatal wounds an afterthought. What both of them shared, however, was their policy on who they helped. It didn’t matter if the client was Delmontian or Selkian, the Valentines were always ready to lend their aid, which made them heroes in some eyes… and traitors in others.

Felix remembered the day they were taken from him, yet he didn’t know exactly how they went. One day, he remembered hearing the clipping and clopping of horses approaching the home. It was his birthday, and his parents had told him to wait in his room for the surprise. Then, his mother ran into the room, panic clear across her face as she commanded him to hide in the attic, grabbing him and practically shoving him into it before running back downstairs. After that, screams rang out from downstairs and the sound of steel meeting steel rang out. It continued for a while… but eventually, things began to quiet down. Felix, now hoping everything was over, quietly opened the attic door and began to slowly creep downstairs… only to find a small group of people leaving the home… his parents nowhere in sight.

Alright, I admit it, I love revenge-turned-romance stories. Something about the tension between forgiveness and hatred, the way that two people have to ignore so much of what made them who they are for the sake of love and building a new future for themselves just rubs me the right way. That said, I still think that we can do a little bit better. I’m looking for an enemies to lovers story that actually has some back and forth to it. The love should be mutual and slow to grow, not a one-sided crush that suddenly evolves into a relationship.

The specifics are intentionally left vague here because I’d like to craft these sorts of things with you. As long as my character hates your guts, I’m more than happy to accommodate whatever else you’d like to add!

That being said, I didn’t forget what subreddit I decided to post this on, so let’s talk about kinks! A relationship founded on mutual hatred can’t be entirely wholesome at first, can it? I imagine that we could include elements of BDSM, perhaps one of our little lovebirds feels guilty and wants the other one to punish them, make them pay penance for what they did. Or maybe they just want to be tied up and used to remind them how helpless they are in the face of their lover? Or perhaps they want to submit as a symbol of their trust in the other?

I’d say that I’m pretty open to kinks that aren’t within my limits, so feel free to shoot any you might have in mind!

Kinks: Bondage, spanking, slavery, power dynamics, younger male older female, whipping, branding

Limits: Bathroom stuff, inflation, smegma, vore

I look forward to meeting you! Just to make sure you’ve read all this way, please open your message with what kind of woman you’d like to play!