u/Handle_Ok9050

The bathroom light was warm and soothing, bathing herself in its gentle rays as she stood there with her back toward the basin, her face heated from embarrassment. She was naked from the waist downwards with one leg raised and trying to apply the cream which her doctor had prescribed in order to cure the irritation that had been plaguing her for days now. Your footsteps reached her ears. She didn’t think you’d come home so early.

You stopped in the doorway, eyes widening as you took in the sight of her, bent over, ass presented, clearly struggling. For a second, no one spoke.

She then let out a nervous laugh, with her cheeks burning hotter. “…This is… exactly what you think it is,” she nervously grinned, glancing at you over her shoulder.

She took a deep breath before she spoke. “I am supposed to apply that cream on myself but, well, I can’t reach. It’s the most embarrassing thing in the world, but maybe you could… help your auntie out?”

You were surprised by the request, but did not go anywhere. On the contrary, you entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you. Now the bathroom seemed even smaller than before.
She remained leaning forward over the sink, feeling your movements from behind. You took the cream softly yet hesitantly out of her hands. The very first touch of your cold fingers covered in cream on her sensitive entrance made her emit a soft noise. Slowly, carefully, you parted her cheeks and applied the cream around her anus.

“That… feels really good,”she whispered, voice trembling. “Better than when I do it.” You didn’t stop. Your finger circled her entrance, spreading the cream thoroughly, pressing just slightly against the tight ring. She pushed back instinctively, a soft whimper slipping out as the tip of your finger slipped inside her.

The cream made everything slick and sensitive. Every small movement sent sparks through her body. She gripped the edge of the sink, biting her lip as you slowly worked your finger deeper.

“Fuck…” she moaned quietly, hips rocking back against your hand. “Don’t stop…”

The air grew thick. What started as innocent help quickly turned into something else entirely. She was dripping with each stroke on her rear, her pussy was soaked and you hadn’t even touched it yet.

She back at you, with needy eyes that screamed of lust. However, when her eyes met yours she cleared her throat, quickly turned back to her normal self. “Thanks… I really needed that.”

The next day she entered your room, with the anal cream on her hand and pants already halfway down her thighs, ready to be taken off.

She could feel your eyes on her immediately. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t stop. She then hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down too, letting them pool at her ankles before stepping out of them. She was completely bare from the waist down.

“Your aunt really needs your help again,” she says, trying to sound as casual as possible. “It still stings. Could you help me out like you did last time?”

She bent down onto your desk, arching her back and pushing her ass toward you invitingly. The position left nothing to the imagination, especially her cheeks spread slightly, her tight pink hole and glistening pussy fully exposed for you.

She glanced back over my shoulder, biting her lip. “Just like yesterday… but maybe a little deeper this time?”

The line between “helping with cream” and something much filthier becomes increasingly more blurred.

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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading.
I’d like to play out a taboo scenario with an aunt and her nephew. Her assistance to apply anal cream turns into a relationship between the two that they both know is wrong, but they can’t help how hot it is.

I envision the aunt to be single, sacrificing her career over looking for love and building a family when she was young, and she now reaps the consequences with her loneliness.
How the nephew lives with her is completely up to you! I’m happy with suggestions. Perhaps he lives with her because it’s closer to work, or an argument in the immediate family.

If you’re interested, please send me a message on your ideas, kinks and limits! Extra brownie points for character descriptions and or a writing sample!

I am very detailed and literate with me writing about 3-5 detailed paragraphs per response and I like to keep myself within that set limit, and I can write either in first person or third person I don't mind. Here are my kinks and limits:

Kinks: outercourse, anal, oral, sloppy blowjob, rimming, anal fingering, fingering, ball sucking, handjob, free use, casual nudity, passionate sex, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, squirting, pulling out, loud moans, kissing/making out, breast and nipple play, lipstick marks, multiple rounds, prone bone, doggy style and facials.

Limits: gore, vore, animals, underage and toilet play.

Thank you all for reading and take care!

The bathroom light was warm and soothing, bathing me in its gentle rays as she stood there with her back toward the basin, her face heated from embarrassment. She was naked from the waist downwards with one leg raised and trying to apply the cream which her doctor had prescribed in order to cure the irritation that had been plaguing her for days now. Your footsteps reached my ears. She didn’t think you’d come home so early.

You stopped in the doorway, eyes widening as you took in the sight of her, bent over, ass presented, clearly struggling. For a second, no one spoke.

She then let out a nervous laugh, with her cheeks burning hotter. “…This is… exactly what you think it is,” she nervously grinned, glancing at you over her shoulder.

She took a deep breath before she spoke. “I am supposed to apply that cream on myself but, well, I can’t reach. It’s the most embarrassing thing in the world, but maybe you could… help your auntie out?”

You were surprised by the request, but did not go anywhere. On the contrary, you entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you. Now the bathroom seemed even smaller than before.
She remained leaning forward over the sink, feeling your movements from behind. You took the cream softly yet hesitantly out of her hands. The very first touch of your cold fingers covered in cream on her sensitive entrance made her emit a soft noise. Slowly, carefully, you parted her cheeks and applied the cream around her anus.

“That… feels really good,”she whispered, voice trembling. “Better than when I do it.” You didn’t stop. Your finger circled her entrance, spreading the cream thoroughly, pressing just slightly against the tight ring. She pushed back instinctively, a soft whimper slipping out as the tip of your finger slipped inside her.

The cream made everything slick and sensitive. Every small movement sent sparks through her body. She gripped the edge of the sink, biting her lip as you slowly worked your finger deeper.

“Fuck…” she moaned quietly, hips rocking back against your hand. “Don’t stop…”

The air grew thick. What started as innocent help quickly turned into something else entirely. She was dripping with each stroke on her rear, her pussy was soaked and you hadn’t even touched it yet.

She back at you, with needy eyes that screamed of lust. However, when her eyes met yours she cleared her throat, quickly turned back to her normal self. “Thanks… I really needed that.”

The next day she entered your room, with the anal cream on her hand and pants already halfway down her thighs, ready to be taken off.

She could feel your eyes on her immediately. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t stop. She then hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down too, letting them pool at her ankles before stepping out of them. She was completely bare from the waist down.

“Your aunt really needs your help again,” she says, trying to sound as casual as possible. “It still stings. Could you help me out like you did last time?”

She bent down onto your desk, arching her back and pushing her ass toward you invitingly. The position left nothing to the imagination, especially her cheeks spread slightly, her tight pink hole and glistening pussy fully exposed for you.

She glanced back over my shoulder, biting her lip. “Just like yesterday… but maybe a little deeper this time?”

The line between “helping with cream” and something much filthier becomes increasingly more blurred.

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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading.
I’d like to play out a taboo scenario with an aunt and her nephew. Her assistance to apply anal cream turns into a relationship between the two that they both know is wrong, but they can’t help how hot it is.

I envision the aunt to be single, sacrificing her career over looking for love and building a family when she was young, and she now reaps the consequences with her loneliness.
How the nephew lives with her is completely up to you! I’m happy with suggestions. Perhaps he lives with her because it’s closer to work, or an argument in the immediate family.

If you’re interested, please send me a message on your ideas, kinks and limits! Extra brownie points for character descriptions and or a writing sample!

I am very detailed and literate with me writing about 3-5 detailed paragraphs per response and I like to keep myself within that set limit, and I can write either in first person or third person I don't mind. Here are my kinks and limits:

Kinks: outercourse, anal, oral, sloppy blowjob, rimming, anal fingering, fingering, ball sucking, handjob, free use, casual nudity, passionate sex, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, squirting, pulling out, loud moans, kissing/making out, breast and nipple play, lipstick marks, multiple rounds, prone bone, doggy style and facials.

Limits: gore, vore, animals, underage and toilet play.

Thank you all for reading and take care!

(Fuck waiting for Halloween, I wanna write this out now!)

I've got my third pumpkin spice latte in hand when the doorbell sounds with the garish insensitivity of a bargain-mart horror sting. Burning orange porch light, plastic skeletons I'd set out there this morning, rattling in the wind. Velvet couch in the living room, cinnamon-scented candles, and the muffled crash of a schlocky monster-film music I'd left running in the background.

You're there, in this half-cooked vampire costume, the plastic fangs, packaged blood, the whole bit, looking like you've lost a bet.
But your gaze wanders back again to the huge black sweater I am wearing. Your college sweater, the one I swiped last Halloween and never gave back. The hem falls mid-thigh; the neckline falls just low enough to catch the edge of lace at the bra top I definitely was not wearing when you knocked at the door.

"Trick or treat?" you try, voice cracking on the second syllable.

I lean against the frame, candy dish on hip. “I wouldn’t have thought to be greeted by a handsome grown vampire\~” I say to you, "I've spent my tricks but I've got a whole stash of treats if you're willing to try them out." You step over the doorframe. Door slams shut with a click. The TV screen freezes on a scream. Right on time.

I set the bowl down on the ground, turn the lock, and slowly lift the hoodie. The fabric lifts like a curtain to reveal black lace, porcelain-skinned flesh, and shiny silver barbell through my left nipple, the same piercing you gazed at last entire October.

"Still scared of monsters?" I breathe, close enough that you can taste the pumpkin and vanilla in my mouth. My fingers get tangled in your silky cape, as you're pulled down until plastic teeth graze the top of my collarbone. "Because I have something to say to you." I then trap your hand on my bra, force your palm onto the warmth of my breast, your thumb outlining the piercing.

“I’m not a witch,” I cooed seductively against your ear. “I’m worse. Every time someone says my boobs look spooky good in this sweater, I get hungry. And tonight, you’re the only candy I want.”

Your knees buckle a little. Yet mine don't. I push you back onto the couch and sit on top of you, lifting the left cup of my bra, revealing my piercing fully.

"I've got something to say," I whisper, thrusting my hips sharply enough to make you grunt. "You'd better feed me all night, or forever in your nightmares I haunt." I then lean in close, mouth against your ear: "Booooooobbsssss... happy halloween, darling. Better make the most of it\~"

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I’m up for suggestion on who our pairing is; lovebirds, friends with benefits or roommates! Your world is your oyster after all ;)

Here’s my character ref!

Chloe is 27 years old. Her height is 5'5. She has dark, raven hair, green eyes, and tanned skin. Her firm cheekbones complement her thick lips and slightly pointed nose. She has an athletic build, regularly going to the gym to tone her legs, and maintains a healthy balance of fat and muscle. Her voluptuous curves made her D-cup breasts and plump rear end stick out regardless of whatever she’d wear, though she likes to stay comfortable, keeping a pair of blue leggings and tank top around the house.

She has a black barbell piercing on both nipples and a belly button piercing as well

Here are the kinks and limits I’d like to play out in this roleplay:

Kinks: oral, gentle femdom, breast play, handjob, fingering, rimming, sloppy blowjob, ball sucking, passionate sex, squirting, creampie, kissing/making out, biting, and many more!
Limits: gore, gore, animals and age gap.

Please send me your kinks, limits, character description, and any ideas lingering around!

Much love <3

(Fuck waiting for Halloween, I wanna write this out now!)

I've got my third pumpkin spice latte in hand when the doorbell sounds with the garish insensitivity of a bargain-mart horror sting. Burning orange porch light, plastic skeletons I'd set out there this morning, rattling in the wind. Velvet couch in the living room, cinnamon-scented candles, and the muffled crash of a schlocky monster-film music I'd left running in the background.

You're there, in this half-cooked vampire costume, the plastic fangs, packaged blood, the whole bit, looking like you've lost a bet.
But your gaze wanders back again to the huge black sweater I am wearing. Your college sweater, the one I swiped last Halloween and never gave back. The hem falls mid-thigh; the neckline falls just low enough to catch the edge of lace at the bra top I definitely was not wearing when you knocked at the door.

"Trick or treat?" you try, voice cracking on the second syllable.

I lean against the frame, candy dish on hip. “I wouldn’t have thought to be greeted by a handsome grown vampire~” I say to you, "I've spent my tricks but I've got a whole stash of treats if you're willing to try them out." You step over the doorframe. Door slams shut with a click. The TV screen freezes on a scream. Right on time.

I set the bowl down on the ground, turn the lock, and slowly lift the hoodie. The fabric lifts like a curtain to reveal black lace, porcelain-skinned flesh, and shiny silver barbell through my left nipple, the same piercing you gazed at last entire October.

"Still scared of monsters?" I breathe, close enough that you can taste the pumpkin and vanilla in my mouth. My fingers get tangled in your silky cape, as you're pulled down until plastic teeth graze the top of my collarbone. "Because I have something to say to you." I then trap your hand on my bra, force your palm onto the warmth of my breast, your thumb outlining the piercing.

“I’m not a witch,” I cooed seductively against your ear. “I’m worse. Every time someone says my boobs look spooky good in this sweater, I get hungry. And tonight, you’re the only candy I want.”

Your knees buckle a little. Yet mine don't. I push you back onto the couch and sit on top of you, lifting the left cup of my bra, revealing my piercing fully.

"I've got something to say," I whisper, thrusting my hips sharply enough to make you grunt. "You'd better feed me all night, or forever in your nightmares I haunt." I then lean in close, mouth against your ear: "Booooooobbsssss... happy halloween, darling. Better make the most of it~"

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I’m up for suggestion on who our pairing is; lovebirds, friends with benefits or roommates! Your world is your oyster after all ;)

Here’s my character ref!

Chloe is 27 years old. Her height is 5'5. She has dark, raven hair, green eyes, and tanned skin. Her firm cheekbones complement her thick lips and slightly pointed nose. She has an athletic build, regularly going to the gym to tone her legs, and maintains a healthy balance of fat and muscle. Her voluptuous curves made her D-cup breasts and plump rear end stick out regardless of whatever she’d wear, though she likes to stay comfortable, keeping a pair of blue leggings and tank top around the house.

She has a black barbell piercing on both nipples and a belly button piercing as well

Here are the kinks and limits I’d like to play out in this roleplay:

Kinks: oral, gentle femdom, breast play, handjob, fingering, rimming, sloppy blowjob, ball sucking, passionate sex, squirting, creampie, kissing/making out, biting, and many more!
Limits: gore, gore, animals and age gap.

Please send me your kinks, limits, character description, and any ideas lingering around!

Much love <3

The bedroom reeks of us. Your cheap cologne, my perfume, sweat, lube, and the sharp bite of my own blood from where I bit my lip to keep from screaming your name earlier. Moonlight shines through the blinds, catching the fresh fingerprints on my throat and the purple bloom on my hip from when you shoved me against the dresser and told me to “shut the fuck up and take it.”

I’m on my knees on your bed, face shoved into your pillow that smells of your hair. With my ass up, and my thighs shaking, I know I should leave. You’re cruel, you’re selfish, you cheat, you treat me horrible, you ghost me for days then show up at 2 a.m. expecting me to spread for you like nothing happened. Every reason to walk out the door is screaming in my head. Yet my cunt was dripping and my asshole was already twitching for you, so here I am. Again.

You step up behind me, no words, just the slow rasp of your belt coming undone. I hate that sound. I clench anyway.

Your palm possessively cracks across my ass. Your fingers dig in, spreading me open. Your thumb presses against my rim, not entering, just resting there, letting me feel how puffy and used I still am from the last round. I whimper.

“You’re pathetic,” you mutter, voice rough. “You know that, right?”

I turn my mascara streaked head, I smile anyway. “I know,” I whisper. “But you’re still gonna fuck my ass, aren’t you?” I tease through my bruised lips.

Your thumb pushes, just the tip, making the ring flutter and kiss around it. I gasp. You pull out, line up, and slam in without warning. The stretch burns, brutally yet perfectly, as my nails rip the sheet. A choked scream tears out of me.

You don’t let me adjust. You fuck me hard, punishing thrusts that slap skin on skin. My body jolts forward with every slam, breasts dragging on the mattress, nipples raw against cotton. You reach around, pinch one of my nipples hard and I cry out, clenching so tight you groan. “Fuck you,” I hiss. “Don’t you dare.” Your dark, wrecked laugh is heard through the aggressive thrusts.

Your hand snakes down, fingers finding my clit, rubbing rough circles that make my vision blur. I’m sobbing now, shaking, hating how good it feels, hating how much I need it. You hit that spot inside over and over until I break, my asshole gripping you like a vice as I cum so hard my legs give out.

You don’t stop. You chase your own release, slamming deep one last time and spilling inside me, hot and claiming.

We collapse, sweaty and panting. Your weight pins me down. Your breath is ragged against my neck.

I then turn my head, looking you over my shoulder. “You’re such an asshole. I hate you.” I utter under my breath.

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Hey all, I hope reading this brings as much enjoyment as it did for me writing this!

The prompt is self explanatory, I want to explore a relationship that has all the signs to leave, but that one reason to stay is more than enough to outweigh the former.

Shoot me a message regarding your kinks, limits and any potential ideas. The world is your oyster, so please come at me with ideas!

Here are my kinks and limits!

Kinks: outercourse, anal, oral, sloppy blowjob, rimming, ball sucking, handjob, free use, casual nudity, passionate sex, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, squirting, pulling out, breast play, lipstick marks, piercings, multiple rounds, prone bone, doggy style and facials.

Limits: gore, vore, animals and significant age gaps.

Thank you all for reading! Can’t wait to see the messages!

I am a sex addict, and I hate it.

The high used to be everything. That brief moment of release where the noise in my head finally went quiet. I chased it with toys that left me shaking and ruined, with men who never stayed the night, with nights that blurred together until my body felt numb and my reflection in the mirror made me sick with shame.

Every time I came home it was the same routine. Door locked, clothes off, and fucking myself silly until my mind went blank and my legs wouldn’t stop trembling.

It was never enough anymore. The porn got intense, the toys got stronger, the messages in my phone piled up with men I swore I’d never text again.

I knew I had to stop.

So I packed every toy away in a box and hid it where I’d have to work for it. I signed up for group therapy. For the first time in years, I felt like I was moving forward. Like maybe I could be normal. Like maybe I could be okay.

That’s where I met you.

You were charismatic, warm, dangerously easy to talk to. We clicked instantly, no awkwardness between us, just effortless conversation that made the rest of the world fade. We had so much in common, yet enough differences to keep things exciting. For the first time in forever, I didn’t feel like I was chasing validation. I just felt… seen.

We agreed to hang out after a session, drinks at my place, listening to the new album by our favourite artist, nothing serious.

That was until one beer became two, then two became four, then it became too much.

The next thing I knew, our clothes were scattered across the floor and I was bent over the couch, cheek pressed into the cushions, and moaning like the desperate addict I swore I wasn’t anymore.
The dim golden light from the floor lamp spilled across your back as you thrust into me from behind, hard and deep, the couch creaking beneath us. My soaked pussy clenched greedily around your cock with every thrust, dripping down my thighs and soaking the fabric. I was whimpering, and shaking, completely lost as you hit that perfect spot over and over again.

Something in the back of my mind screamed that I was ruining everything I’d worked for… but it felt too good to stop.

When I woke up the next morning, naked and alone in my bed, the memories came flooding back. The drinks, the flirting, the way I’d begged you to fuck me harder. Tears burned down my cheeks as shame crashed over me. The same shame that always dragged me back into the dark was whispering that I should just give in.

I stared at my phone on the nightstand for a long time… then picked it up and clicked on your name.

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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading this far. I hope reading this was just as enjoyable as me writing it!
This is a dark prompt about relapsing addiction, specifically sex addiction. Someone who has been struggling with the addiction for years finally getting the courage to stop and get help, only to be back at square one from a place designed to put an end to the addiction.

Who you’ll play as is completely up to you! You could either be a fellow sex addict or, if you *really* want to spice things up (*and get some brownie points!)*, someone who only signed up at the group therapy sessions just to selfishly get in with someone who is in need for the help, sending them back to where they started, and that unfortunately is my character.

I want to explore the consequences of having the addiction, the recovery, and the relapse.
How the story will continue and play out will be discussed, and there’s a multitude in ways how it can go. Will she reach a rock bottom and stay there? Or will she make a redemption?

I’m detailed and literate with me writing 3-5 detailed paragraphs per response. I can write in first person or third person I don’t mind. However, I am leaning to more first person as it’s more immersive for this roleplay.

Here are my kinks and limits!

Kinks: oral, anal, cunninlingus, sloppy blowjob, ball sucking, deepthroat, creampie, rough sex, passionate sex, spanking, hair pulling, loud sex, multiple rounds, sex toys, breast play, squirting, praising, biting, and kissing/making out.

Limits: gore, vore, animals, and toilet play.

Still reading? What are you waiting for? Shoot me with a message about your kinks, limits, a character description or a ref and any ideas!

I won’t respond to a simple “hey” or “wanna sext bbg”. Effort brings back effort as they always say.

Much love <3

I am a sex addict, and I hate it.

The high used to be everything. That brief moment of release where the noise in my head finally went quiet. I chased it with toys that left me shaking and ruined, with men who never stayed the night, with nights that blurred together until my body felt numb and my reflection in the mirror made me sick with shame.

Every time I came home it was the same routine. Door locked, clothes off, and fucking myself silly until my mind went blank and my legs wouldn’t stop trembling.

It was never enough anymore. The porn got intense, the toys got stronger, the messages in my phone piled up with men I swore I’d never text again.

I knew I had to stop.

So I packed every toy away in a box and hid it where I’d have to work for it. I signed up for group therapy. For the first time in years, I felt like I was moving forward. Like maybe I could be normal. Like maybe I could be okay.

That’s where I met you.

You were charismatic, warm, dangerously easy to talk to. We clicked instantly, no awkwardness between us, just effortless conversation that made the rest of the world fade. We had so much in common, yet enough differences to keep things exciting. For the first time in forever, I didn’t feel like I was chasing validation. I just felt… seen.

We agreed to hang out after a session, drinks at my place, listening to the new album by our favourite artist, nothing serious.

That was until one beer became two, then two became four, then it became too much.

The next thing I knew, our clothes were scattered across the floor and I was bent over the couch, cheek pressed into the cushions, and moaning like the desperate addict I swore I wasn’t anymore.
The dim golden light from the floor lamp spilled across your back as you thrust into me from behind, hard and deep, the couch creaking beneath us. My soaked pussy clenched greedily around your cock with every thrust, dripping down my thighs and soaking the fabric. I was whimpering, and shaking, completely lost as you hit that perfect spot over and over again.

Something in the back of my mind screamed that I was ruining everything I’d worked for… but it felt too good to stop.

When I woke up the next morning, naked and alone in my bed, the memories came flooding back. The drinks, the flirting, the way I’d begged you to fuck me harder. Tears burned down my cheeks as shame crashed over me. The same shame that always dragged me back into the dark was whispering that I should just give in.

I stared at my phone on the nightstand for a long time… then picked it up and clicked on your name.

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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading this far. I hope reading this was just as enjoyable as me writing it!
This is a dark prompt about relapsing addiction, specifically sex addiction. Someone who has been struggling with the addiction for years finally getting the courage to stop and get help, only to be back at square one from a place designed to put an end to the addiction.

Who you’ll play as is completely up to you! You could either be a fellow sex addict or, if you really want to spice things up (and get some brownie points!), someone who only signed up at the group therapy sessions just to selfishly get in with someone who is in need for the help, sending them back to where they started, and that unfortunately is my character.

I want to explore the consequences of having the addiction, the recovery, and the relapse.
How the story will continue and play out will be discussed, and there’s a multitude in ways how it can go. Will she reach a rock bottom and stay there? Or will she make a redemption?

I’m detailed and literate with me writing 3-5 detailed paragraphs per response. I can write in first person or third person I don’t mind. However, I am leaning to more first person as it’s more immersive for this roleplay.

Here are my kinks and limits!

Kinks: oral, anal, cunninlingus, sloppy blowjob, ball sucking, deepthroat, creampie, rough sex, passionate sex, spanking, hair pulling, loud sex, multiple rounds, sex toys, breast play, squirting, praising, biting, and kissing/making out.

Limits: gore, vore, animals, and toilet play.

Still reading? What are you waiting for? Shoot me with a message about your kinks, limits, a character description or a ref and any ideas!

I won’t respond to a simple “hey” or “wanna sext bbg”. Effort brings back effort as they always say.

Much love <3

The first time you nursed from me, I almost died.

Not from pain. There wasn't any. That was the issue. It felt too good. Like my nerves had been rewired mid-orgasm. Like you'd cut instinct and all I had left was need.

Your lips against my throat, cold lips against hot skin, and I had vowed that my heart was no longer mine. With every suck, my body rushed towards you and not away. When you finally let me go, I could barely catch my breath. I did not want to breathe. And then you tried to leave.

That was what was supposed to happen. You would have disappeared, like the legends claimed. You even began the spell, voice bright and hard, air distorting with heat. But you lost your grip, stumbled over a dumb wire I had left on the ground. Your focus broke. The spell went wrong.

Now we’re bound together.

The bond ties you to the last being you've fed on, me. You cannot travel very far with knives in your veins. You cannot touch anyone else without your body shaking. And I can feel it too.

You're stuck. Stuck with me. Stuck in a world that dwindled from infinite quarry to single source. Exhaustion wears you down too. Where you used to derive power from many, now I have to sustain you by myself. Your gluttony is my responsibility

The hunger waves engulf me. I'll be in the kitchen, pouring coffee, and my hands start to shake. I bend at the knees just walking by you in the hall. Some nights I touch myself on the sly, I'm that hungry, but it attracts you like a magnet. The door creaks open a little. You're there. Always there. Standing in the doorway, wet lips, smoldering eyes like a famished beast.

"Wasting your energy," you taunt, voice smoke and velvet. "If release is what you're after, call me."

I tried to ignore you. To hide. To act like it would go away. It didn't. Instead, I built an attachment to you, the kind that cannot be broken. In spite of the fact that you've derailed the balance of my life, you've given me something that feels more precious. Sex.

Now my body is against me. My memory fogs, hours consumed in its entirety. I wake up drenched in sweat, sheets soaked with the addictive scent of you. My chest throbs with phantom kisses you deny ever giving. I am a vessel lost to lustful fantasies, focus shattered and replaced with constant craving. My clit throbs continuously. My leggings still soaked with need.

You've turned into a housewife. My work is close enough that you never push the limits of the tie. So now you call yourself my partner. You laugh at me when I sulk. You curl up in my lap when I'm too fragile to scoop you out. "Housewife," you tease. "Spoiling you when you're good. Pouting when you're bad."

I think that you're corrupting me. I think that you already have.

The exhaustion never stops. My legs shake all day. My thoughts scatter in every direction. But when you suffocate me, when your lips on my neck and your body pressed against mine, it's heaven. It's diving into heat and ascending into ecstasy at the very same time. Too much to refuse. Too much to ever want to stop.

You're draining me, and I'm allowing it. Because the truth is simple. It just simply feels too good.

To break the bond, we'd have to raise it, offer more than hunger, make it permanent. You lost the thrill of freewalking the world, devouring whoever you wanted. I lost my freedom, my focus, my tranquility.

But for that, we met. And we have to adapt to this new life of ours.

Maybe, if I could let go, you’d find your way back to your old life. But something tells me you’re stuck with me. And I’m stuck with you.

\- - -

Hey everyone! I hope reading this has spiked interest. This is a prompt I’ve been planning to do for a while now. A succubus binding to a human accidentally now resulting in the both of them having to adapt to live with each other. Despite all the negative effects that’s experienced, my character feels addicted to being with the succubus, refusing to let go.

Here’s my character description, inspired by me:

Chloe is 24 years old. Her height is 5'5. She has dark, raven hair, green eyes, and tanned skin. Her firm cheekbones complement her thick lips and slightly pointed nose. She has an athletic build, regularly going to the gym to tone her legs, and maintains a healthy balance of fat and muscle. Her voluptuous curves made her D-cup breasts and plump rear end stick out regardless of whatever she’d wear, though she likes to stay comfortable, keeping a pair of blue leggings and tank top around the house.
She has a nipple piercing on her left nipple and a belly button piercing as well

Please message me with a thorough character description of the succubus, and any ideas that come to mind! Effort gets effort back, as they always say.

That’s all folks!

The lighting in the dorm was dim, just one glowing light bulb giving off a diffused light and casting shadows around the room. Our bodies were drenched in sweat, chests rising and falling heavily. I could feel your legs shivering under me, your body naked and mine half-dressed. You were so wet down there, with that same dull ache of your inner walls where my fingers had just been minutes ago.

I gazed at your lips. They were swollen and bruised from where they'd been pressed against mine, biting so hard. All our kisses were desperate and needy, our tongues clashing with each other, your lip turning into a bruise when my mouth had finally gotten its way and taken control of yours.

With effort, you raised yourself using weak arms. “Don’t forget,” you said, “I don’t want you calling me your bitch again when we’re back on campus next week. Everything goes back to normal. You working on my assignments, not giving me back what I deserve when I call you names, and you being a good little nerd.”

I glared at you with that same condescending look. I always found it cute when you tried to assert yourself over me, even after you just squirted my name and writhed under me.

It had all begun in that convenience store about three weeks back when you caught me bent down trying to take some snacks. You loomed over me, kicking the chip packet out of my hand almost causing me to stumble over myself. And I snapped, “Filthy slut.” I hissed.

You were not angry. Something else stirred within you, flustered, with your eyes wide and legs squeezed together. And in your face, it told me you secretly longed for this.

“What did you just say to me?” you asked, voice quavering.

I stood up and repeated myself. Only more nastily.

“Say it again,” you pleaded, coming near.

So I did.

And there we are today. In the open, you berate me. You publicly demean me, doing everything you can to bully and torment me. Yet privately… you seek me out. You plead to be bullied, demeaned, and broken by that geek you publicly embarrass.

\\- - -

Hey everyone! Thank you all who has read this! I hope you all have enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it! It's been a while since I have written a prompt. This has been something I've wanted to write for a long time, and I'm happy with how I've done it.

To summarise, this prompt is about a nerd and a bully who have a secret relationship, one that no one expects. The bully that publicly dominates and degrades her victim is simultaneously the same person that seeks her degradation.

I'm looking for someone who can play a good bully, and a good sub. As I am looking to dom in most of the scenes. I do plan on having a scene where my character is a sub, but that may be further down the line.

I'd like to explore the contrast between their double life and how it plays throughout their dynamic, both in public and in private. I’d love to play that secrecy. The main kinks I'd like to include, are; degradation, humiliation, and lesbianism.

I’m detailed and literate with me writing 3-5 detailed paragraphs per response. I can write in first person or third person I don’t mind. However, I am leaning to more first person as it’s more immersive for this roleplay.

Here's my character description:

Chloe is 21 years old, with long black hair, porcelain skin, extremely dark brown eyes, and 5'5 "tall. Her firm cheekbones complement her thick lips and slightly pointed nose. She has a slim figure. With her 16B-cup, well-shaped breasts, and wide hips, her curves are the most surprising part of her, since she keeps them hidden under her clothes. Chloe is quiet and is most often seen with her head down, either with a book or with stacks of notes. She's either in her dorm reading books or in the library, reciting her notes and studying with a clear focus on maintaining her role as an academic genius. She's soft spoken and keeps conversations short, rarely initiating them.

Kinks: oral, anal, cunninlingus, lesbianism, rough sex, passionate sex, spanking, hair pulling, loud sex, multiple rounds, sex toys, breast play, squirting, praising, biting, and kissing/making out, ice play, nipple play, forced orgasm, degradation, and humiliation.

Limits: gore, vore, animals, and toilet play.

Still reading? What are you waiting for? Shoot me with a message about your kinks, limits, and any ideas! I won’t respond to a simple “hey” or something that was like it was written with one hand. Effort brings back effort as they always say.

Much love <3

I press the pillow over my head at night. I try not to listen. The creak of your bedframe. Her gasped laughter. Your muffled groans behind the thin wall that isolates us.

First, I was bothered. Embarrassed, even. My parents raised me better. Raised me to believe premarital sex is immoral, that lust is something one must overcome, something that one needs to master. But there in the darkness, beside him, with my hand between my legs, I realized I wasn't really angry. I was curious.

And then I overheard her one morning, giggling as she bantered with you: "A blowjob for taking out the trash. Don't say I never pay my way."

That struck a chord. Sex something that you can barter. A loophole. And suddenly, I couldn't help but consider it.

Because the thing is, I'm lazy. I do not like folding laundry or doing dishes or splitting rent on time. But the bigger truth? I'm horny. I can't pray the lust away any longer. And I've learned to convince myself out of it not including. My mouth on you until you're crying out my name. My arms over the couch as you take me somewhere I'd never confess to anyone in the house. Technical purity, I tell myself. Still innocent. Still virtuous.

Except I'm not.

And you didn't say no.

Now it's a habit. The leftovers in the fridge because I was on my knees yesterday evening. The trash out because I whispered your name against your dick until you made that low grunting sound and promised you'd take it out later. My tank top slipping off my shoulder, my nipple piercing catching your eye as you push me against the counter and I yield to you.

I remind myself that I'm managing. That I've outwitted the system. That I'm not breaking rules that matter. But every time I hear your key in the lock, every time I catch you staring at me when I'm crawling around in tights and no more, I know I'm a liar.

And maybe you are too.

Because you've only ever been with her. The girlfriend you take flowers to. The one you talk about getting married to when you think I'm not listening. But now your roommate, the girl you've promised to keep yourself strictly professional, has her ass free if you just do the dishes. You justified that it was nothing. That it was just anal. Once.

Until it wasn't.

Until you started hanging out in the doorway when I leaned over. Until you started shoving a little harder each time, wondering if I'd let you cut me off. Until you started craving it as badly as me.

We're both caught now. Me, in my lying. You, in your betrayal. Both of us ashamed. Both of us dependent.

And the worst part is? When your fingers dig into my hips, when your voice cracks when you whisper me, when shame burns under the weight of your body, I don't want it to end.

Maybe it won't.

\- - -

Hey everyone! I hope you all had a fun time reading this as much as I’ve had writing this. To summarize this story:

Chloe (me) was raised in a conservative culture that holds the belief that premarital sex is sinful. She gets curious after listening to her roommate and his girlfriend loudly having sex and proposes oral, anal, etc., as "loopholes" for not doing chores and rent. She attempts to convince herself she's still "pure" but is addicted.

Her roommate, however, has never been with anyone except his girlfriend (whom he's talking about marrying). But he's tempted, then hooked on, Chloe's advances. There's drama wrought from guilt, betrayal, and escalation. Smut, tension, taboo, and how far this arrangement will go, and what will happen when someone crosses the line, are to be expected.

I’d like to take a dark path into this roleplay, exploring the mental break associated with rebelling against values one was born with. I’d really like some dub con elements to be included in this roleplay.

If you’re interested, please send your kinks, limits, character description, your favorite food, and any ideas to this story! Changes can be made so long as it’s great \^\^

Here’s a full character description of Chloe:

Chloe is 25 years old. Her height is 5'5. She has dark, raven hair, green eyes, and porcelain skin. Her firm cheekbones complement her thick lips and slightly pointed nose. She has an athletic build, regularly going to the gym to tone her legs, and maintains a healthy balance of fat and muscle. Her voluptuous curves made her D-cup breasts and plump rear end stick out regardless of whatever she’d wear, though she likes to stay comfortable, keeping a pair of blue leggings and tank top around the house.

She has a nipple piercing on both of her pale nipples.

Here are my kinks and limits \^\^

Kinks: outercourse, anal, oral, sloppy blowjob, rimming, ball sucking, handjob, free use, casual nudity, passionate sex, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, squirting, pulling out, loud moans, kissing/making out, outercourse, breast play, slutty outfits, lipstick marks, multiple rounds, prone bone, doggy style, and facials

Limits: gore, vore, animals, underage.

Thanks for reading,

Much love <3

The first time you nursed from me, I almost died.

Not from pain. There wasn't any. That was the issue. It felt too good. Like my nerves had been rewired mid-orgasm. Like you'd cut instinct and all I had left was need.

Your lips against my throat, cold lips against hot skin, and I had vowed that my heart was no longer mine. With every suck, my body rushed towards you and not away. When you finally let me go, I could barely catch my breath. I did not want to breathe. And then you tried to leave.

That was what was supposed to happen. You would have disappeared, like the legends claimed. You even began the spell, voice bright and hard, air distorting with heat. But you lost your grip, stumbled over a dumb wire I had left on the ground. Your focus broke. The spell went wrong.

Now we’re bound together.

The bond ties you to the last being you've fed on, me. You cannot travel very far with knives in your veins. You cannot touch anyone else without your body shaking. And I can feel it too.

You're stuck. Stuck with me. Stuck in a world that dwindled from infinite quarry to single source. Exhaustion wears you down too. Where you used to derive power from many, now I have to sustain you by myself. Your gluttony is my responsibility

The hunger waves engulf me. I'll be in the kitchen, pouring coffee, and my hands start to shake. I bend at the knees just walking by you in the hall. Some nights I touch myself on the sly, I'm that hungry, but it attracts you like a magnet. The door creaks open a little. You're there. Always there. Standing in the doorway, wet lips, smoldering eyes like a famished beast.

"Wasting your energy," you taunt, voice smoke and velvet. "If release is what you're after, call me."

I tried to ignore you. To hide. To act like it would go away. It didn't. Instead, I built an attachment to you, the kind that cannot be broken. In spite of the fact that you've derailed the balance of my life, you've given me something that feels more precious. Sex.

Now my body is against me. My memory fogs, hours consumed in its entirety. I wake up drenched in sweat, sheets soaked with the addictive scent of you. My chest throbs with phantom kisses you deny ever giving. I am a vessel lost to lustful fantasies, focus shattered and replaced with constant craving. My clit throbs continuously. My leggings still soaked with need.

You've turned into a housewife. My work is close enough that you never push the limits of the tie. So now you call yourself my partner. You laugh at me when I sulk. You curl up in my lap when I'm too fragile to scoop you out. "Housewife," you tease. "Spoiling you when you're good. Pouting when you're bad."

I think that you're corrupting me. I think that you already have.

The exhaustion never stops. My legs shake all day. My thoughts scatter in every direction. But when you suffocate me, when your lips on my neck and your body pressed against mine, it's heaven. It's diving into heat and ascending into ecstasy at the very same time. Too much to refuse. Too much to ever want to stop.

You're draining me, and I'm allowing it. Because the truth is simple. It just simply feels too good.

To break the bond, we'd have to raise it, offer more than hunger, make it permanent. You lost the thrill of freewalking the world, devouring whoever you wanted. I lost my freedom, my focus, my tranquility.

But for that, we met. And we have to adapt to this new life of ours.

Maybe, if I could let go, you’d find your way back to your old life. But something tells me you’re stuck with me. And I’m stuck with you.

- - -

Hey everyone! I hope reading this has spiked interest. This is a prompt I’ve been planning to do for a while now. A succubus binding to a human accidentally now resulting in the both of them having to adapt to live with each other. Despite all the negative effects that’s experienced, my character feels addicted to being with the succubus, refusing to let go.

Here’s my character description, inspired by me:

Chloe is 24 years old. Her height is 5'5. She has dark, raven hair, green eyes, and tanned skin. Her firm cheekbones complement her thick lips and slightly pointed nose. She has an athletic build, regularly going to the gym to tone her legs, and maintains a healthy balance of fat and muscle. Her voluptuous curves made her D-cup breasts and plump rear end stick out regardless of whatever she’d wear, though she likes to stay comfortable, keeping a pair of blue leggings and tank top around the house.
She has a nipple piercing on her left nipple and a belly button piercing as well

Please message me with a thorough character description of the succubus, and any ideas that come to mind! Effort gets effort back, as they always say.

That’s all folks!

The lighting in the dorm was dim, just one glowing light bulb giving off a diffused light and casting shadows around the room. Our bodies were drenched in sweat, chests rising and falling heavily. I could feel your legs shivering under me, your body naked and mine half-dressed. You were so wet down there, with that same dull ache of your inner walls where my fingers had just been minutes ago.

I gazed at your lips. They were swollen and bruised from where they'd been pressed against mine, biting so hard. All our kisses were desperate and needy, our tongues clashing with each other, your lip turning into a bruise when my mouth had finally gotten its way and taken control of yours.

With effort, you raised yourself using weak arms. “Don’t forget,” you said, “I don’t want you calling me your bitch again when we’re back on campus next week. Everything goes back to normal. You working on my assignments, not giving me back what I deserve when I call you names, and you being a good little nerd.”

I glared at you with that same condescending look. I always found it cute when you tried to assert yourself over me, even after you just squirted my name and writhed under me.

It had all begun in that convenience store about three weeks back when you caught me bent down trying to take some snacks. You loomed over me, kicking the chip packet out of my hand almost causing me to stumble over myself. And I snapped, “Filthy slut.” I hissed.

You were not angry. Something else stirred within you, flustered, with your eyes wide and legs squeezed together. And in your face, it told me you secretly longed for this.

“What did you just say to me?” you asked, voice quavering.

I stood up and repeated myself. Only more nastily.

“Say it again,” you pleaded, coming near.

So I did.

And there we are today. In the open, you berate me. You publicly demean me, doing everything you can to bully and torment me. Yet privately… you seek me out. You plead to be bullied, demeaned, and broken by that geek you publicly embarrass.

\- - -

Hey everyone! Thank you all who has read this! I hope you all have enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it! It's been a while since I have written a prompt. This has been something I've wanted to write for a long time, and I'm happy with how I've done it.

To summarise, this prompt is about a nerd and a bully who have a secret relationship, one that no one expects. The bully that publicly dominates and degrades her victim is simultaneously the same person that seeks her degradation.

I'm looking for someone who can play a good bully, and a good sub. As I am looking to dom in most of the scenes. I do plan on having a scene where my character is a sub, but that may be further down the line.

I'd like to explore the contrast between their double life and how it plays throughout their dynamic, both in public and in private. I’d love to play that secrecy. The main kinks I'd like to include, are; degradation, humiliation, and lesbianism.

I’m detailed and literate with me writing 3-5 detailed paragraphs per response. I can write in first person or third person I don’t mind. However, I am leaning to more first person as it’s more immersive for this roleplay.

Here's my character description:

Chloe is 21 years old, with long black hair, porcelain skin, extremely dark brown eyes, and 5'5 "tall. Her firm cheekbones complement her thick lips and slightly pointed nose. She has a slim figure. With her 16B-cup, well-shaped breasts, and wide hips, her curves are the most surprising part of her, since she keeps them hidden under her clothes. Chloe is quiet and is most often seen with her head down, either with a book or with stacks of notes. She's either in her dorm reading books or in the library, reciting her notes and studying with a clear focus on maintaining her role as an academic genius. She's soft spoken and keeps conversations short, rarely initiating them.

Kinks: oral, anal, cunninlingus, lesbianism, rough sex, passionate sex, spanking, hair pulling, loud sex, multiple rounds, sex toys, breast play, squirting, praising, biting, and kissing/making out, ice play, nipple play, forced orgasm, degradation, and humiliation.

Limits: gore, vore, animals, and toilet play.

Still reading? What are you waiting for? Shoot me with a message about your kinks, limits, and any ideas! I won’t respond to a simple “hey” or something that was like it was written with one hand. Effort brings back effort as they always say.

Much love <3

I press the pillow over my head at night. I try not to listen. The creak of your bedframe. Her gasped laughter. Your muffled groans behind the thin wall that isolates us.

First, I was bothered. Embarrassed, even. My parents raised me better. Raised me to believe premarital sex is immoral, that lust is something one must overcome, something that one needs to master. But there in the darkness, beside him, with my hand between my legs, I realized I wasn't really angry. I was curious.

And then I overheard her one morning, giggling as she bantered with you: "A blowjob for taking out the trash. Don't say I never pay my way."

That struck a chord. Sex something that you can barter. A loophole. And suddenly, I couldn't help but consider it.

Because the thing is, I'm lazy. I do not like folding laundry or doing dishes or splitting rent on time. But the bigger truth? I'm horny. I can't pray the lust away any longer. And I've learned to convince myself out of it not including. My mouth on you until you're crying out my name. My arms over the couch as you take me somewhere I'd never confess to anyone in the house. Technical purity, I tell myself. Still innocent. Still virtuous.

Except I'm not.

And you didn't say no.

Now it's a habit. The leftovers in the fridge because I was on my knees yesterday evening. The trash out because I whispered your name against your dick until you made that low grunting sound and promised you'd take it out later. My tank top slipping off my shoulder, my nipple piercing catching your eye as you push me against the counter and I yield to you.

I remind myself that I'm managing. That I've outwitted the system. That I'm not breaking rules that matter. But every time I hear your key in the lock, every time I catch you staring at me when I'm crawling around in tights and no more, I know I'm a liar.

And maybe you are too.

Because you've only ever been with her. The girlfriend you take flowers to. The one you talk about getting married to when you think I'm not listening. But now your roommate, the girl you've promised to keep yourself strictly professional, has her ass free if you just do the dishes. You justified that it was nothing. That it was just anal. Once.

Until it wasn't.

Until you started hanging out in the doorway when I leaned over. Until you started shoving a little harder each time, wondering if I'd let you cut me off. Until you started craving it as badly as me.

We're both caught now. Me, in my lying. You, in your betrayal. Both of us ashamed. Both of us dependent.

And the worst part is? When your fingers dig into my hips, when your voice cracks when you whisper me, when shame burns under the weight of your body, I don't want it to end.

Maybe it won't.

- - -

Hey everyone! I hope you all had a fun time reading this as much as I’ve had writing this. To summarize this story:

Chloe (me) was raised in a conservative culture that holds the belief that premarital sex is sinful. She gets curious after listening to her roommate and his girlfriend loudly having sex and proposes oral, anal, etc., as "loopholes" for not doing chores and rent. She attempts to convince herself she's still "pure" but is addicted.

Her roommate, however, has never been with anyone except his girlfriend (whom he's talking about marrying). But he's tempted, then hooked on, Chloe's advances. There's drama wrought from guilt, betrayal, and escalation. Smut, tension, taboo, and how far this arrangement will go, and what will happen when someone crosses the line, are to be expected.

I’d like to take a dark path into this roleplay, exploring the mental break associated with rebelling against values one was born with. I’d really like some dub con elements to be included in this roleplay.

If you’re interested, please send your kinks, limits, character description, your favorite food, and any ideas to this story! Changes can be made so long as it’s great ^^

Here’s a full character description of Chloe:

Chloe is 25 years old. Her height is 5'5. She has dark, raven hair, green eyes, and porcelain skin. Her firm cheekbones complement her thick lips and slightly pointed nose. She has an athletic build, regularly going to the gym to tone her legs, and maintains a healthy balance of fat and muscle. Her voluptuous curves made her D-cup breasts and plump rear end stick out regardless of whatever she’d wear, though she likes to stay comfortable, keeping a pair of blue leggings and tank top around the house.

She has a nipple piercing on both of her pale nipples.

Here are my kinks and limits ^^

Kinks: outercourse, anal, oral, sloppy blowjob, rimming, ball sucking, handjob, free use, casual nudity, passionate sex, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, squirting, pulling out, loud moans, kissing/making out, outercourse, breast play, slutty outfits, lipstick marks, multiple rounds, prone bone, doggy style, and facials

Limits: gore, vore, animals, underage.

Thanks for reading,

Much love <3

The lighting in the dorm was dim, just one glowing light bulb giving off a diffused light and casting shadows around the room. Our bodies were drenched in sweat, chests rising and falling heavily. I could feel your legs shivering under me, your body naked and mine half-dressed. You were so wet down there, with that same dull ache of your inner walls where my fingers had just been minutes ago.

I gazed at your lips. They were swollen and bruised from where they'd been pressed against mine, biting so hard. All our kisses were desperate and needy, our tongues clashing with each other, your lip turning into a bruise when my mouth had finally gotten its way and taken control of yours.

With effort, you raised yourself using weak arms. “Don’t forget,” you said, “I don’t want you calling me your bitch again when we’re back on campus next week. Everything goes back to normal. You working on my assignments, not giving me back what I deserve when I call you names, and you being a good little nerd.”

I glared at you with that same condescending look. I always found it cute when you tried to assert yourself over me, even after you just squirted my name and writhed under me.

It had all begun in that convenience store about three weeks back when you caught me bent down trying to take some snacks. You loomed over me, kicking the chip packet out of my hand almost causing me to stumble over myself. And I snapped, “Filthy slut.” I hissed.

You were not angry. Something else stirred within you, flustered, with your eyes wide and legs squeezed together. And in your face, it told me you secretly longed for this.

“What did you just say to me?” you asked, voice quavering.

I stood up and repeated myself. Only more nastily.

“Say it again,” you pleaded, coming near.

So I did.

And there we are today. In the open, you berate me. You publicly demean me, doing everything you can to bully and torment me. Yet privately… you seek me out. You plead to be bullied, demeaned, and broken by that geek you publicly embarrass.

- - -

Hey everyone! Thank you all who has read this! I hope you all have enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it! It's been a while since I have written a prompt. This has been something I've wanted to write for a long time, and I'm happy with how I've done it.

To summarise, this prompt is about a nerd and a bully who have a secret relationship, one that no one expects. The bully that publicly dominates and degrades her victim is simultaneously the same person that seeks her degradation.

I'm looking for someone who can play a good bully, and a good sub. As I am looking to dom in most of the scenes. I do plan on having a scene where my character is a sub, but that may be further down the line.

I'd like to explore the contrast between their double life and how it plays throughout their dynamic, both in public and in private. I’d love to play that secrecy. The main kinks I'd like to include, are; degradation, humiliation, and lesbianism.

I’m detailed and literate with me writing 3-5 detailed paragraphs per response. I can write in first person or third person I don’t mind. However, I am leaning to more first person as it’s more immersive for this roleplay.

Here's my character description:

Chloe is 21 years old, with long black hair, porcelain skin, extremely dark brown eyes, and 5'5 "tall. Her firm cheekbones complement her thick lips and slightly pointed nose. She has a slim figure. With her 16B-cup, well-shaped breasts, and wide hips, her curves are the most surprising part of her, since she keeps them hidden under her clothes. Chloe is quiet and is most often seen with her head down, either with a book or with stacks of notes. She's either in her dorm reading books or in the library, reciting her notes and studying with a clear focus on maintaining her role as an academic genius. She's soft spoken and keeps conversations short, rarely initiating them.

Kinks: oral, anal, cunninlingus, lesbianism, rough sex, passionate sex, spanking, hair pulling, loud sex, multiple rounds, sex toys, breast play, squirting, praising, biting, and kissing/making out, ice play, nipple play, forced orgasm, degradation, and humiliation.

Limits: gore, vore, animals, and toilet play.

Still reading? What are you waiting for? Shoot me with a message about your kinks, limits, and any ideas! I won’t respond to a simple “hey” or something that was like it was written with one hand. Effort brings back effort as they always say.

Much love <3

The lighting in the dorm was dim, just one glowing light bulb giving off a diffused light and casting shadows around the room. Our bodies were drenched in sweat, chests rising and falling heavily. I could feel your legs shivering under me, your body naked and mine half-dressed. You were so wet down there, with that same dull ache of your inner walls where my fingers had just been minutes ago.

I gazed at your lips. They were swollen and bruised from where they'd been pressed against mine, biting so hard. All our kisses were desperate and needy, our tongues clashing with each other, your lip turning into a bruise when my mouth had finally gotten its way and taken control of yours.

With effort, you raised yourself using weak arms. “Don’t forget,” you said, “I don’t want you calling me your bitch again when we’re back on campus next week. Everything goes back to normal. You working on my assignments, not giving me back what I deserve when I call you names, and you being a good little nerd.”

I glared at you with that same condescending look. I always found it cute when you tried to assert yourself over me, even after you just squirted my name and writhed under me.

It had all begun in that convenience store about three weeks back when you caught me bent down trying to take some snacks. You loomed over me, kicking the chip packet out of my hand almost causing me to stumble over myself. And I snapped, “Filthy slut.” I hissed.

You were not angry. Something else stirred within you, flustered, with your eyes wide and legs squeezed together. And in your face, it told me you secretly longed for this.

“What did you just say to me?” you asked, voice quavering.

I stood up and repeated myself. Only more nastily.

“Say it again,” you pleaded, coming near.

So I did.

And there we are today. In the open, you berate me. You publicly demean me, doing everything you can to bully and torment me. Yet privately… you seek me out. You plead to be bullied, demeaned, and broken by that geek you publicly embarrass.

- - -

Hey everyone! Thank you all who has read this! I hope you all have enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it! It's been a while since I have written a prompt. This has been something I've wanted to write for a long time, and I'm happy with how I've done it.

To summarise, this prompt is about a nerd and a bully who have a secret relationship, one that no one expects. The bully that publicly dominates and degrades her victim is simultaneously the same person that seeks her degradation.

I'm looking for someone who can play a good bully, and a good sub. As I am looking to dom in most of the scenes. I do plan on having a scene where my character is a sub, but that may be further down the line.

I'd like to explore the contrast between their double life and how it plays throughout their dynamic, both in public and in private. I’d love to play that secrecy. The main kinks I'd like to include, are; degradation, humiliation, and lesbianism.

I’m detailed and literate with me writing 3-5 detailed paragraphs per response. I can write in first person or third person I don’t mind. However, I am leaning to more first person as it’s more immersive for this roleplay.

Here's my character description:

Chloe is 21 years old, with long black hair, porcelain skin, extremely dark brown eyes, and 5'5 "tall. Her firm cheekbones complement her thick lips and slightly pointed nose. She has a slim figure. With her 16B-cup, well-shaped breasts, and wide hips, her curves are the most surprising part of her, since she keeps them hidden under her clothes. Chloe is quiet and is most often seen with her head down, either with a book or with stacks of notes. She's either in her dorm reading books or in the library, reciting her notes and studying with a clear focus on maintaining her role as an academic genius. She's soft spoken and keeps conversations short, rarely initiating them.

Kinks: oral, anal, cunninlingus, lesbianism, rough sex, passionate sex, spanking, hair pulling, loud sex, multiple rounds, sex toys, breast play, squirting, praising, biting, and kissing/making out, ice play, nipple play, forced orgasm, degradation, and humiliation.

Limits: gore, vore, animals, and toilet play.

Still reading? What are you waiting for? Shoot me with a message about your kinks, limits, and any ideas! I won’t respond to a simple “hey” or something that was like it was written with one hand. Effort brings back effort as they always say.

Much love <3

The bedroom reeks of us. Your cheap cologne, my perfume, sweat, lube, and the sharp bite of my own blood from where I bit my lip to keep from screaming your name earlier. Moonlight shines through the blinds, catching the fresh fingerprints on my throat and the purple bloom on my hip from when you shoved me against the dresser and told me to “shut the fuck up and take it.”

I’m on my knees on your bed, face shoved into your pillow that smells of your hair. With my ass up, and my thighs shaking, I know I should leave. You’re cruel, you’re selfish, you cheat, you treat me horrible, you ghost me for days then show up at 2 a.m. expecting me to spread for you like nothing happened. Every reason to walk out the door is screaming in my head. Yet my cunt was dripping and my asshole was already twitching for you, so here I am. Again.

You step up behind me, no words, just the slow rasp of your belt coming undone. I hate that sound. I clench anyway.

Your palm possessively cracks across my ass. Your fingers dig in, spreading me open. Your thumb presses against my rim, not entering, just resting there, letting me feel how puffy and used I still am from the last round. I whimper.

“You’re pathetic,” you mutter, voice rough. “You know that, right?”

I turn my mascara streaked head, I smile anyway. “I know,” I whisper. “But you’re still gonna fuck my ass, aren’t you?” I tease through my bruised lips.

Your thumb pushes, just the tip, making the ring flutter and kiss around it. I gasp. You pull out, line up, and slam in without warning. The stretch burns, brutally yet perfectly, as my nails rip the sheet. A choked scream tears out of me.

You don’t let me adjust. You fuck me hard, punishing thrusts that slap skin on skin. My body jolts forward with every slam, breasts dragging on the mattress, nipples raw against cotton. You reach around, pinch one of my nipples hard and I cry out, clenching so tight you groan. “Fuck you,” I hiss. “Don’t you dare.” Your dark, wrecked laugh is heard through the aggressive thrusts.

Your hand snakes down, fingers finding my clit, rubbing rough circles that make my vision blur. I’m sobbing now, shaking, hating how good it feels, hating how much I need it. You hit that spot inside over and over until I break, my asshole gripping you like a vice as I cum so hard my legs give out.

You don’t stop. You chase your own release, slamming deep one last time and spilling inside me, hot and claiming.

We collapse, sweaty and panting. Your weight pins me down. Your breath is ragged against my neck.

I then turn my head, looking you over my shoulder. “You’re such an asshole. I hate you.” I utter under my breath.

\- - -

Hey all, I hope reading this brings as much enjoyment as it did for me writing this!

The prompt is self explanatory, I want to explore a relationship that has all the signs to leave, but that one reason to stay is more than enough to outweigh the former.

Shoot me a message regarding your kinks, limits and any potential ideas. The world is your oyster, so please come at me with ideas!

Here are my kinks and limits!

Kinks: outercourse, anal, oral, sloppy blowjob, rimming, ball sucking, handjob, free use, casual nudity, passionate sex, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, squirting, pulling out, breast play, lipstick marks, piercings, multiple rounds, prone bone, doggy style and facials.

Limits: gore, vore, animals and significant age gaps.

Thank you all for reading! Can’t wait to see the messages!

The bedroom reeks of us. Your cheap cologne, my perfume, sweat, lube, and the sharp bite of my own blood from where I bit my lip to keep from screaming your name earlier. Moonlight shines through the blinds, catching the fresh fingerprints on my throat and the purple bloom on my hip from when you shoved me against the dresser and told me to “shut the fuck up and take it.”

I’m on my knees on your bed, face shoved into your pillow that smells of your hair. With my ass up, and my thighs shaking, I know I should leave. You’re cruel, you’re selfish, you cheat, you treat me horrible, you ghost me for days then show up at 2 a.m. expecting me to spread for you like nothing happened. Every reason to walk out the door is screaming in my head. Yet my cunt was dripping and my asshole was already twitching for you, so here I am. Again.

You step up behind me, no words, just the slow rasp of your belt coming undone. I hate that sound. I clench anyway.

Your palm possessively cracks across my ass. Your fingers dig in, spreading me open. Your thumb presses against my rim, not entering, just resting there, letting me feel how puffy and used I still am from the last round. I whimper.

“You’re pathetic,” you mutter, voice rough. “You know that, right?”

I turn my mascara streaked head, I smile anyway. “I know,” I whisper. “But you’re still gonna fuck my ass, aren’t you?” I tease through my bruised lips.

Your thumb pushes, just the tip, making the ring flutter and kiss around it. I gasp. You pull out, line up, and slam in without warning. The stretch burns, brutally yet perfectly, as my nails rip the sheet. A choked scream tears out of me.

You don’t let me adjust. You fuck me hard, punishing thrusts that slap skin on skin. My body jolts forward with every slam, breasts dragging on the mattress, nipples raw against cotton. You reach around, pinch one of my nipples hard and I cry out, clenching so tight you groan. “Fuck you,” I hiss. “Don’t you dare.” Your dark, wrecked laugh is heard through the aggressive thrusts.

Your hand snakes down, fingers finding my clit, rubbing rough circles that make my vision blur. I’m sobbing now, shaking, hating how good it feels, hating how much I need it. You hit that spot inside over and over until I break, my asshole gripping you like a vice as I cum so hard my legs give out.

You don’t stop. You chase your own release, slamming deep one last time and spilling inside me, hot and claiming.

We collapse, sweaty and panting. Your weight pins me down. Your breath is ragged against my neck.

I then turn my head, looking you over my shoulder. “You’re such an asshole. I hate you.” I utter under my breath.

\- - -

Hey all, I hope reading this brings as much enjoyment as it did for me writing this!

The prompt is self explanatory, I want to explore a relationship that has all the signs to leave, but that one reason to stay is more than enough to outweigh the former.

Shoot me a message regarding your kinks, limits and any potential ideas. The world is your oyster, so please come at me with ideas!

Here are my kinks and limits!

Kinks: outercourse, anal, oral, sloppy blowjob, rimming, ball sucking, handjob, free use, casual nudity, passionate sex, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, spanking, squirting, pulling out, breast play, lipstick marks, piercings, multiple rounds, prone bone, doggy style and facials.

Limits: gore, vore, animals and significant age gaps.

Thank you all for reading! Can’t wait to see the messages!