u/Otherwise_Cake_755

Hi, I'm looking for a long term roleplay partner, preferably somebody in the UK, but not a requirement.

**Requirements/Information.**

-Detail is a must, looking for somebody who can comfortably write 2-3 paragraphs per post.

-I'm looking for plots that are split either 30/70 or 50/50 for smut/story.

-I can roleplay in either 1st or 3rd person.

-Please pick one of the below scenarios or suggest your own.

**Scenarios/Pairings: (In no particular order)**

*Modern*

-Vampire x Human

-Criminal x Detective

-Affair with the boss

-College Student x Professor

*Apocalyptic/Dystopian*

-Zombie Apocalypse (From day 1 of the outbreak)

-Zombie Apocalypse (20+ years after the outbreak)

-Alien Invasion

-Demonic Invasion

-Societal Collapse

*Medieval/Fantasy*

-Arranged Marriage (Nobles or Royalty)

-Royal x Guard

-Prisoners of War rely on each other to escape and survive.

Kinks: Passionate Sex, Oral, Hair Pulling, Risk of Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Spanking, Manhandling, Mutual Obsession, Facials, Possessiveness, Rough Sex, Multiple Rounds, Multiple Positions, Light bondage (E.g. restraints etc).

Limits: Anything toilet related.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must also be 18+

You're the Princess of Lyre, a human kingdom known for its lush forests, green landscapes and fertile soil. You're the middle of three siblings, the oldest sibling, your brother will become King when your Father passed. Your youngest sibling, he will marry into a rich family and become the head of their household. But you? You're being sent off to the Northern Realms, a cold, winter land that is said to be home to savages.

You are to marry Hal Dreadmoor in the hopes of forging an alliance between your Kingdom's. There are rumours and stories about the people in the Northern Realms, that they are monsters, that they torture and pillage, that they drink the blood of their livestock instead of wine. That they wander the snowy mountains with their enemies heads mounted on sticks.

You are the outcast of your cruel family. You do not share the same goals, have the same views or share in their cruelty. Your reward for this? Your Father has arranged a marriage that will be the end of you. It is a punishment for not joining your family in their tyranny.

Fear fills you as the carriage that carries you to your new home rolls through grassy plains and up into the colder north, fear from everything you have heard about the Northern Realms, fear of what will happen to you. You feel that fear consuming you, thoughts swirling with the idea of being sent off to die.

The further North you get, you start to realise that the stories don't match what you see. You see houses rather than the caves the savages supposedly live in. There are farms and fields cleared of snow where hardy crops grow in cold soil. Farmers herd cattle and livestock, you hear the hearty laughter of people going about their day while they speak with their neighbours and joke.

After weeks of travel and more of the Realms are revealed to you, you realise that none of the rumours seem to be true. Not a single head mounted on a stick, not a single cup of blood. These people aren't savages, they're just people. They're perhaps not as civilized as the people you know from Lyre, but they're certainly not savages.

The castle comes into sight and you have arrived at your new home. You are welcomed by Hal, the man you are to marry, you expect cruelty, but find the welcome to be warm. There is a fur cloak waiting for you, food for those that have escorted you in your travels.

\*Thank you for reading\*

The above is a story about a Princess sent off to a marriage that is meant to be the end of her, a marriage that is supposed to bring her suffering. But what she finds instead is not what she expected. Warmth and laughter, a rough man with a warm heart.

It's a romance, a wholesome romance with the opportunity for some political drama, world building and perhaps a war plot down the line.

Looking for any night.

We've been best friends for years, or so I thought. You're very direct, flirting isn't something you're particularly good at and over the years I've laughed whenever you've failed to get somebody's number because you go in way too hard way too fast. I've told you this but you still don't listen.

It turns out, you had been taking my laughter as an insult rather than the banter it was supposed to be. I'm married, we both have good jobs, but my house is nicer, I'm not as direct as you, I'm better in social situations, always get people to laugh and I'm the life of the party.

You're jealous, we were once friends but you've been pretending for a long time. Well an opportunity presented itself, you've come across an ancient spell book, you've spent months studying it, learning an ancient language. Most of the spells don't interest you, except for two in particular.

The first spell allows you to change somebody from a man into a woman and vice versa. There are a bunch of warnings under the spell that say things like "The effects last for a day, unless a binding spell is applied to altered person, warning if used alongside a binding spell effects may become permanent and the spell cannot be reversed, changed or undone."

The second spell you took interest in, was of course a binding spell. A spell that permanently ties a person to you. The particular spell you had chosen meant that once cast if you were turned on, the bound person would feel that effect tenfold and feel extreme arousal and both people would feel unbelievably amplified pleasure. There were warnings under this spell too. "Women bound by this spell will become extremely susceptible to your suggestions, to complete the binding ritual they need to receive the cum of the person trying to bind them. Warning effects are permanent and cannot be undone."

You'd planned it all out. You invited me over for a few drinks and to watch a movie, we laughed we joked and before I knew it I'd fallen asleep due to whatever you'd put in my drink. You dragged me into the ritual circle and cast the first spell, changing me into your ideal version of a woman.

I awoke to find myself strapped to your bed, unaware of the changes at first, confused, dazed until I looked down and saw the change in my body, I spoke and heard my once deep voice replaced with a woman's voice. You were stood at the edge of the bed naked. You didn't explain, there was a weird mark on my lower stomach above my womb, like a tattoo, it looked faded. The mark of the binding spell that's not yet complete.

You smirk at me before you use me. And afterwards the mark has a faint glow to it. The binding ritual is complete.

With both spells complete I am at your mercy, susceptible to your suggestions, my arousal mirrors yours but I'm still there. You explain why you've done this to me. I'm shocked.

You've taken everything from me, my job, my home, my life, I have no identification, nobody would believe me. To the rest of the world the man I was no longer existed, I'd disappeared overnight so now I'm forced to rely on you while you use our magical bond to do as you please with me.

My free will is limited, it still exists, I can fight your commands but I can't fight the arousal. Direct commands are easier to fight, subtle commands, making me believe something is my choice is impossible to fight. Over time you can basically make me believe whatever you want me to, re-write my memory through manipulation.

Maybe you want me as your devoted wife that you parade in front of other men.

Maybe I'm just an object for you to use.

Maybe you use me to your advantage, you want a promotion at work, you send me to pleasure your boss to help get you there.

Maybe you just take pleasure and see me falling to nothing more than a toy for you and our other friend's to use.

Things get complicated when a business trip turns into a weekend trip with the colleague that everyone says is my work wife. A bit of harmless flirting in the office, a smile here, an inside joke have been exaggerated by everyone I work with. We were friends.

I didn't think it was a real thing, more of a joke for everybody around the office at my expense. I'd been having a few marriage issues, over time my wife and I had drifted apart, I'd grown tired of the constant change in behaviour my wife showed, hot one minute and then cold another. In recent years she'd gotten colder more often than not.

So just before the trip, we'd decided it was time to separate, well I decided, she complained, said it came out of nowhere, she threw things at me, kicked, cried and screamed at me. This is why I'd picked to tell her just before the trip, so I could sleep soundly in a hotel bed without her being able to find me.

The week long work trip was peaceful, everything went smoothly, we all worked, went to a bar and headed back to our respective hotel rooms each night. Nothing dramatic happened, not until that weekend. I'd been smiling more than usual, I felt lighter, relieved, like a weight I didn't know had been on my shoulders had been lifted. So when we got the call to say that one or two of us would need to stay in town over the weekend to sign some paperwork on the Monday, I volunteered straight away. No work, just peace, a weekend to myself in a place nobody knew me.

At least that's what I thought until my "Work Wife" volunteered to stay with me. I could already see how this was going to play out in the office in the next week or two, but I didn't really care, I was planning on quitting. Starting over.

What I didn't account for, was that when there was nobody was around to watch us, without that weight on my shoulders, flirting became touching, touching became heated kissing in the elevator back on the way back to the hotel room while trying not to tear each other's clothes off.

Drop me a message for my code.

It was supposed to be a pretty normal weekend. Your nephew had spent the last couple of years in prison for some stupid bar fight he'd been in. It'd take him a couple of days to drive back home and your house was along the way, so you'd offered to let him stay a couple of nights, so that you could catch up and he could relax before finishing the drive home. It's the middle of winter, there's snow and ice on the roads.

He arrived on the Friday, and things were relatively normal, he had a couple of beers, shared a laugh and then both went to bed. Nothing out of the ordinary, although you noticed he'd put on a bit of muscle and had a couple of new scars that you could see, but he was still himself.

In the early hours of the morning, there were a series of loud explosions, followed by the smashing of glass and shaking of buildings, collapse of structures.

There had been a series of events that had crippled the world in moments, an earthquake, a big one. The earthquake had set off an experimental EMP device that fried everything electrical globally. It didn't just fry electrics, power plants exploded, substations exploded, fires started in houses.

You both managed to get out and thankfully the roof didn't collapse in over your heads.

In the first week, people stuck together, nobody knew what was happening, there were no news reports, no power, no communication. But things start to get a little tricky when people start to realize that food is going to run out eventually. No power, no refrigeration, even with a significantly reduced population food will run out sooner rather than later.

People start to get protective over their supplies, people stop sticking together, looking out for themselves. So all you have is each other.

Cold nights without heat, in the dark, leads to nights cuddled together for warmth, trust becomes more, reliance on one another. Wet clothes need to be removed to dry, meaning lots of bare skin contact. Throw in a trauma bond and it's not long before things start to get physical.

Kinks: Passionate sex, spanking, manhandling, hair pulling, risk of pregnancy, risk of being caught, pregnancy, rough sex, light restraints, pinning down or to the nearest surface, oral, facials, Incest.

Limits: Toilet related acts.