[LFG] [Sizzling] [PbP] The Lust and Erotic Wrestling Division (L.E.W.D.)
Hey y'all, I'm 25F and obsessed with erotic wrestling 😝 and I'm testing a TTRPG I've designed to fulfill that fantasy! I've already set up a server and we've had fun with a few members, but I'd like to open it up to more people 🥰
It's set up as a long-term roleplay (but feel free to come, try it out, and leave) players growing their wrestlers over time. The TTRPG rules are deep and allow for both drama and strategy. If you're interested please PM me so I can send you the discord link. 😘
I'm not sure what more to add to the post so here is an excerpt from a match between me and another player 😁
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*”You- fucking- Ngh!” Amber groans as an attempt of hers to change position just causes her to strain even more unfomfortably. She turns her head to look at his face, hers desperate, frustrated, and increasingly flushed. She grimaces, and her the look on her face increases in determination as she seems to try to push everything else down and increases the pace of her grinding.*
*But its difficult, she shakes her head in frustration when something catches her eye. A glint of hope and a hint of her starting confidence return as her hand darts out to grab something. With difficulty she repositions her free hand, and as it moves, it tries to slip down and under her opponents shorts and underwear, to grab and rub the member underneath. It also clicks a button as her **Delicous Vibrator** springs to life to further **Tease** her opponents obsession with a **Slow Burn**. He wanted to play with her slowly, she’d make sure he wouldn’t last that long.*
[Spend 8 Drive to roll in case of an attempt to Counter, 5 left in Drive Pool]
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Something shifts in the air—an electric tension that thrums between them. He felt her hand darts under the edge of his waistband with a movement so smooth it’s clearly premeditated, her fingers seeking the hidden mass of the vibrator she has palmed like a magician’s coin. She barely grazes his hip before her thumb triggers it to life—a low, insistent hum, barely audible but pulsing like a hidden heart. The jolt ripples through Cole’s skin to his core, a current that threatens to short-circuit both his concentration and his composure. He feels the heat radiating off her, a warm pressure that begs for him to respond.
The tickle of vibration, the heat of Amber’s palm, the rhythm of her own pulse thrumming through her wrist: it’s a cocktail engineered to invade him at every sensory register.
But Steelheart is not in the business of surrender.
His free hand moves with purpose with a fast and deliberate motion, closing around her wrist before she can settle into a rhythm, his **Steelheart Clinch** coiling through his entire frame as he uses the leverage of their tangled positions against her, twisting just enough to **Counter** and pin her **Delicious Vibrator** hand against the mat.
*“Not yet,” he growls, his mouth a hair’s breadth from her ear.*
[Counter — Hit: Steelheart Clinch 7 Drive + spending 10 Drive Pool for d10 exploding roll targeting Delicious Vibrator. Declaring spend now — rolling if Amber does not back down. If Counter succeeds: Delicious Vibrator cannot be used this Turn.Velvet Pressure Hold on Thick Thighs remains. Drive Pool after spend: 3]
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<@1372006859891802202> :game_die:
**Result**: 1d8 (4)
**Total**: 4
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[Well you’ve countered me, you can describe that success if you want.😖 Its your turn but you’ve used your Move, so you can either not do anything, or spend your next Rounds Move and loose the ability to Counter my next Move.]
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*The shift unseats her just enough, her balance tipping forward for a split-second. He seizes that instant, his right hand snaking up to clamp down on Amber’s wrist, the one wielding the vibrator.*
*The sensation is electric, skin on skin, her pulse thundering under his grip, and for a heartbeat they freeze, locked in a tableau of tension. In that breathless instant, Cole’s mind goes into overdrive—cataloguing pressure points, calculating angles, seeing the next three moves mapped out in the air like ghostly blueprints. He twists his hips again, and with a sharp torque, he reverses their positions, slamming Amber’s captive hand down into the mat while pinning her with his full weight. The vibrator, still buzzing, is now inert, reduced to a secondary weapon unless she can break free.*
*He can feel the fine tremor of her muscles, the way her body is vibrating not just from the toy but from her own adrenaline and frustration. Their sweat mingles, the mat sticky and hot beneath them, every micro-movement communicating intent.*
*He tightens his hold just enough to remind her who’s in charge for this round, his thumb tracing the inside of her wrist in a mockery of tenderness.*
*There’s a moment of silent negotiation, wordless but full of meaning, as their bodies strain against each other in deadlock. The vibrator is the only sound now, a constant, insistent hum that underscores the tension.*
*Cole grins, the sweat beading on his brow, and without breaking eye contact, he resets his stance, anchoring her arm even more securely. He’s in control now, and he knows it, but the game isn’t won yet. The mat beneath them is slick, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of exertion. The world shrinks down to the four points of contact—his hands, her wrists, the pressure of her hips, the shuddering line of their shared breath.*
*He leans in, his voice a whisper but carrying all the force of command. “A beautiful attempt...but all good things must end.”*
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*”aAHH!~” comes her yelp as the balance shifts. Her hand slamming into the mat as her breath is shoved out of her as the larger man’s full weight pins her down. “NghHM~ gaugHHHH!” as her breath is shoved out of her she gasps, trying to take some back in, but the weight on top of her lets just barely enough in so she can hold on to conciousness. Her hand, still holding her vibrating weapon, as if to hold on to her last moment of control, pushes against the ground as if to try to miraculously get her out from under the weight pressing against her breasts and robbing her breath, but all it does is cause a dart of pain in her shoulder eliciting a weak “aAH~” as the weight on top of her doesn’t budge, and her cry lets go of the little amount of air she was holding on to.*
*Her body strains, tembles, and is sticky with sweat as it keeps trying to find a way out. She doesn’t feel the sweat trickling down between her breasts, down her neck, and down her thighs on to the mat, but despite everything, there is a sensation she still feels, and worse, can get out of her head.*
*As she feels his thumb tracing her wrist, she can’t keep her body from the weakest of twists, as to her growing humiliation, she realizes she is still trying to grind against her opponent, not to win, but to relieve the maddening tension building up in her womanhood. “nooo~” she says weakly, almost as if addressing the betrayal of her own body.*
*Suddenly there is a whisper in her ear, and it all comes crashing down. “aaAHFUCKMEeee!~!~” she cries out weakly as her hand flies off the vibrator and taps out desperately against her opponent’s body as the last ounce of fight in her **Takes** off.*
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*And Black Amber loses her first match at L.E.W.D…*
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[ Amber gains 12/2= 6 Drive from Taking the Velvet Pressure Hold for a total of 11 Drive. Steelheart wins so gets to take 5 Drive from Amber. The Arena Win Reward is 10, and the loss reward is 5. So:
Steelheart ends the match with 3 + 5 + 10 = 18 Drive
Black Amber ends the match with 11 - 5 + 5 = 11 Drive]
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*The match is over, Steelheart has won, but all of that has completely departed Amber’s mind, as the weight starts to shift to get off her body, just before it is out of reach her hand weakly tugs on Steelheart’s shorts. “P- please, I c- can’t stand it, please touch me~” She whines out weakly as her other hand cups the wet spot between her legs.*
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Well, that's it for now folks! Hope to see you soon!!!😘