u/MommyTroublez

Even when you were younger, you were always exposed to the intimacy between your parents. Whether it was during movie nights, nights where we all slept in the same room/bed, or early mornings when we thought you were asleep.

It wasn't uncommon for you to hear us being sexually active around the house, sometimes very close to you but we had assumed you weren't exposed to anything. Of course, that caused an adverse effect to your own view of intimacy and stunted your emotional growth, which came up a lot while you were away from the house for college.

By the time you'd returned, the house had changed completely. No longer did the mother and father talk to each other, they even were now sleeping in separate beds, with the mom taking your room.

Now that you were back however, after coming to terms with your own trauma, you don't plan on making it easy for your parents to just pretend that they weren't the cause of it, especially your mother.

I'm looking for a literate partner to engage in a long time rp with me. I'm not looking for smut and I don't want the son to be abusive or an asshole to everyone. The plot would be more grounded and the developments between characters slow. If I had to take a gander, smut to story would be 20/80, or something close to it.

For your message to me, just to make it easier for me to weed out low effort replies and AI generated garbage, share some examples of what the son has seen and how that affected him.

Also, I am not against someone playing the father as the main character instead either.

Kinks: anal, oral, sneaking around, hold the moan, alcohol play, cum play, etc

Limits: scat, feet, armpits, object insertions, anything gross.

The smell in here is fucking unbearable now. It’s like garbage, piss, and old sweat baked into the walls for three months straight. I’m sitting on the kitchen floor with my back against the cabinets because standing up makes the room spin too much. My stomach won’t stop cramping: these deep, ugly waves that make me curl up and grit my teeth. It feels like my guts are trying to eat themselves. My mouth is so dry my tongue sticks to the roof of it, and my lips are cracked and sore.

Everything hurts. My joints ache, my head is pounding, and I’m so damn weak I can barely lift my arms without shaking. These clothes that used to fit me fine are just hanging off my body like rags. I can feel every rib when I breathe.

I slowly turn my head and look at you, Andrew. You’re on the couch, looking just as bad as me. Sunken face, dull eyes, all bones and exhaustion. My son. Seeing you like this in this shithole we’re trapped in makes me feel sick in a whole different way.

The TV is still muttering that same quarantine bullshit in the background, but I stopped listening days ago. No one’s coming. No food. No water besides what’s left in the pipes. Just us slowly dying in this apartment. I shift a little and wince as another cramp hits hard, pressing my arms tighter against my empty stomach.

You shouldn’t have watched it. That thought comes too late, after the screen has already begun to change. The image starts to glitch in a way that doesn’t look normal.

The room went dead silent. The TV screen warped and glitched before she started crawling out.

Wet black hair clung to her face like a soaked veil, completely hiding her eyes. A thin white dress, filthy and soaked through, turned dull grey and stuck to her body. It dragged across the floor behind her, leaving a wet trail on the carpet. Her heavy tits hung and swayed inside the soaked fabric, the dress so drenched it was basically see-through. Her nipples and the full shape of her breasts were completely visible as she moved, the front of the dress hanging low and open from the weight of the water.

She kept crawling forward slowly on all fours, muttering broken, raspy words under her breath, getting closer and closer to him, ready to give chase when he tried to run and then drain his life energy, claiming another victim to the curse, or that's what was supposed to happen.

Kinks: power reversal, submission, mind break, choking/slapping, free use, anal, rough sex, manhandling, hair pulling, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, cum play, big(but semi-realistic cocks)

Hey!

I’m looking for a creative GM for a long-term, smut-heavy 1 to 1 pbp roleplay featuring my OC Kaelin Stormrider, a tall, powerfully built Nord warrior woman with a legendary reputation for slaying beasts, clearing ruins, and claiming whatever (or whoever) she wants.

Kaelin is confident, physically strong, and used to being in charge. She leans dominant most of the time: she enjoys manhandling her partners, light-to-medium femdom, rough sex, pinning people down, etc.

But that doesn't mean she can't be tamed. A one sided power dynamic is boring to me. If someone (or something) is strong enough, clever enough, or simply overwhelms her with raw power, superior magic, or mind-blowing pleasure, she can be forced into submission. When that happens, the proud warrior becomes a grumbling, reluctant, but increasingly desperate bottom/

I want the story to feel like classic Skyrim/fantasy rpg: exploring places, taking dangerous quests, dealing with dragons, bandits, political intrigue, and the sort, with heavy, frequent ERP when it feels natural. Sometimes she’ll be the one claiming her “reward,” other times the tables turn and she gets claimed instead.

Kinks I enjoy: Rough sex, manhandling (giving and receiving), size difference, power play, dirty talk, light bondage, risky/public encounters, multiple partners, breeding risk, and general Skyrim debauchery.

Hard limits: scat, gore/vore, underage, heavy mutilation, toilet play. Otherwise I’m pretty open, just talk to me OOC if we’re going somewhere new.

I write in third-person, usually 2–5 detailed paragraphs (more during smut), and I’m generally available evenings and weekends GMT+2 (let me know your timezone too). I'm also open to finding a system this might work well with.

If you love Skyrim and smut, hit me up with your ideas.