u/ToeInteresting7549

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the sticky, wet sounds of my tongue gliding up and down your cock are only rivalled by the gagging noises that result as you thrust up into my velvety throat, drool dripping down your shaft, pooling on your gaming chair. i’ll clean it up later, my mess, but not after lapping at your balls like some depraved whore - making you tighten your grip on my brunette strands.

my little pink tongue digs into the slit of your head, and you grit your teeth as i deposit teasing, open mouthed, tongue filled kisses from tip to shaft, jerking you wetly, far too intimate with the in’s and outs of your cock when you find yourself remembering that I’m not just some brainless, cock-dumb whore, but your little sister.

but your friends didn’t know that.

“dude, could you take your cock out of your girlfriend’s mouth for one second? i’m trying to concentrate here, and she’s kinda loud.”

“sure bro, my bad. it’s just been a while.” you quipped, shutting off your mic, not before catching your friend questioning how 10 hours without getting sucked off counted as a “while.”

but you couldn’t, not because you weren’t in control - you could pull out of my mouth with a slick pop anytime you liked. you just didn’t want to, how could you deprive your little sister of her well earned prize? my big green eyes surveyed you the entire time when i crawled under your desk, needing that praise, you knew it.

you’d teased me endlessly when i was younger, and now i was eager for your acceptance - your approval, your cum. maybe you were a bit mean with me, but at least you never failed to give me what i worked for. sometimes you were tempted to cum elsewhere, but for convenience, throatpies were the easiest. you loved watching me choke every last drop of it down, before showing off my clear tongue to my big brother anyways.

“you can’t keep it down, can you?”

“i’m sorry..” i mumbled around your cock, all glassy eyed from the deepthroating. otherwise i didn’t look sorry at all, the palm that was rubbing at my probably soaked panties was ever insistent, after all.

“you know, i was thinking about letting you sit on my lap the next time we did this. but you’d probably give us away, because you’re a pervert who likes the idea of my friends realising what a slut you are for my cock,” it was then you pulled me off, keeping your cock out of reach, noting how my tongue stayed lulled out and drooling, like a little sex-pet.

“i don’t, i will be good.. i’ll be quieter. they won’t find out it’s me here, i promise just let me - let me make you cum..” i begged, eyeing your cock. this was all a liability, one you shouldn’t have entertained in the first place, but as you sink into my throat again to silence any other slutty shit i would’ve spouted about your cock and reach to turn on your mic, you can’t find yourself caring much. this is way too good a scenario to ruin by overthinking.

they’ll never know.

tl;dr brother has non existent girlfriend who likes to be his “desk support” when he games, much to the dismay of his friends. what they don’t know is that his “girlfriend” doesn’t exist, and the person who frequently sucks his cock (and more?) is actually his pervy little sister. we can plot out something bigger than just them using each other when he games, maybe his friends even know/find out.

kinks: mean/teasing doms, exhibitionism, dub con/non con, manipulation, degradation, kissing, throatpies, groping, puke, praise, possessive worship, cockwarming, breeding, size difference, throat/tummy bulge, dirty talk.

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Your love life was completely dull, you hit your 22nd birthday and you were still a virgin.. then X-Change came out, you and your best friend went to clubs, saw the changes and effects first hand, it was amazing. You were always quite feminine, but you definitely had never had thoughts like taking X-Change, until you got spiked at a club when we went together.

You noticed the changes almost ten minutes after consuming the pill, your curves developing and your feminine features growing in fast, we rushed you to my car, and i took you straight back to your place, staying by your side every minute and comforting you, you weren't in pain, but in a drunken confusion.

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This is a little idea about us playing best friends, and you get spiked with X-change, which leads us into trying to reverse it, then finding attraction in eachother, leading to a relationship.

Any ideas would be much appreciated in any starters, as well as openness to brainstorm a fresh plot if the one i bring forward isnt ideal to your tastes.

Get in touch!

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Hey there!

I love slice of life, there's nothing better than the mundane realism of love and real life.

Looking for someone who writes good responses, writes in the first person Also would be great if you could be active. I will respond at least once a day, more often than not, multiple times a day as well.

I am looking for anyone that can play F, ideally. You can go absolutely crazy. Are our OCs neighbours? Dating? Friends? I only wish for romance to happen, no matter if right from the start or later on throughout the RP.

I will NOT write any form of cheating, nor am I too keen on endless slow burn. I am also going to demand a happy end. That being said, I am open to a variety of ideas and themes; just communicate with me.

Would be great if you could send me a response to my starter, so we can see if we mesh, and then we can discuss some details to work on!

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It was a small flat, really not anything grand. At least the windows offered a decent view. It had begun to snow some hours ago. Thick flakes fell from the grey sky. Covering rooftops and turning the world into something almost ethereal. She always adored winter, even if it meant having to pay more to keep this small space warm. She did not mind wearing just some extra layers inside to save on the heat. The young woman sat on the worn sofa tucked against the wall.

Her feet were on the low table cluttered with books, a half-finished mug with hot chocolate, and her mobile phone. Shelves were crowded with mismatched ceramics and a few folded blankets; she had way too many of those. Her hands were dirtied with paint. The canvas on her lap really had no business being there, but she enjoyed painting like that.

Even when it got a bit messy every now and then. In the end, she always got paint on her fingers, no matter how hard she tried not to. So she just gave up. Just like she gave up on the half-eaten lasagne on the counter, it simply had not turned out as well as it should have been. The knock on her door made her jump. Auburn hair spilled over her shoulders; the loose braid had finally given up entirely. "Coming, coming..." She muttered while putting the canvas on the table.

Wiping her hands on her shirt, which was the designated one she always wore to create art, she stood. She looked a bit like a mess but she really could not care less. After all, she had not really expected any guests. Having been so focused on painting, she had not even checked her phone for the last few hours.

Swiftly, she opened the front door.

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Your love life was completely dull, you hit your 22nd birthday and you were still a virgin.. then X-Change came out, you and your best friend went to clubs, saw the changes and effects first hand, it was amazing. You were always quite feminine, but you definitely had never had thoughts like taking X-Change, until you got spiked at a club when we went together.

You noticed the changes almost ten minutes after consuming the pill, your curves developing and your feminine features growing in fast, we rushed you to my car, and i took you straight back to your place, staying by your side every minute and comforting you, you weren't in pain, but in a drunken confusion.

\\--------------

This is a little idea about us playing best friends, and you get spiked with X-change, which leads us into trying to reverse it, then finding attraction in eachother, leading to a relationship.

Any ideas would be much appreciated in any starters, as well as openness to brainstorm a fresh plot if the one i bring forward isnt ideal to your tastes.

Get in touch!

​

Hey there!

I love slice of life, there's nothing better than the mundane realism of love and real life.

Looking for someone who writes good responses, writes in the first person Also would be great if you could be active. I will respond at least once a day, more often than not, multiple times a day as well.

I am looking for anyone that can play F, ideally. You can go absolutely crazy. Are our OCs neighbours? Dating? Friends? I only wish for romance to happen, no matter if right from the start or later on throughout the RP.

I will NOT write any form of cheating, nor am I too keen on endless slow burn. I am also going to demand a happy end. That being said, I am open to a variety of ideas and themes; just communicate with me.

Would be great if you could send me a response to my starter, so we can see if we mesh, and then we can discuss some details to work on!

\\---

It was a small flat, really not anything grand. At least the windows offered a decent view. It had begun to snow some hours ago. Thick flakes fell from the grey sky. Covering rooftops and turning the world into something almost ethereal. She always adored winter, even if it meant having to pay more to keep this small space warm. She did not mind wearing just some extra layers inside to save on the heat. The young woman sat on the worn sofa tucked against the wall.

Her feet were on the low table cluttered with books, a half-finished mug with hot chocolate, and her mobile phone. Shelves were crowded with mismatched ceramics and a few folded blankets; she had way too many of those. Her hands were dirtied with paint. The canvas on her lap really had no business being there, but she enjoyed painting like that.

Even when it got a bit messy every now and then. In the end, she always got paint on her fingers, no matter how hard she tried not to. So she just gave up. Just like she gave up on the half-eaten lasagne on the counter, it simply had not turned out as well as it should have been. The knock on her door made her jump. Auburn hair spilled over her shoulders; the loose braid had finally given up entirely. "Coming, coming..." She muttered while putting the canvas on the table.

Wiping her hands on her shirt, which was the designated one she always wore to create art, she stood. She looked a bit like a mess but she really could not care less. After all, she had not really expected any guests. Having been so focused on painting, she had not even checked her phone for the last few hours.

Swiftly, she opened the front door.

​

Hey there!

I love slice of life, there's nothing better than the mundane realism of love and real life.

Looking for someone who writes good responses, writes in the first person Also would be great if you could be active. I will respond at least once a day, more often than not, multiple times a day as well.

I am looking for anyone that can play F, ideally. You can go absolutely crazy. Are our OCs neighbours? Dating? Friends? I only wish for romance to happen, no matter if right from the start or later on throughout the RP.

I will NOT write any form of cheating, nor am I too keen on endless slow burn. I am also going to demand a happy end. That being said, I am open to a variety of ideas and themes; just communicate with me.

Would be great if you could send me a response to my starter, so we can see if we mesh, and then we can discuss some details to work on!

\\---

It was a small flat, really not anything grand. At least the windows offered a decent view. It had begun to snow some hours ago. Thick flakes fell from the grey sky. Covering rooftops and turning the world into something almost ethereal. She always adored winter, even if it meant having to pay more to keep this small space warm. She did not mind wearing just some extra layers inside to save on the heat. The young woman sat on the worn sofa tucked against the wall.

Her feet were on the low table cluttered with books, a half-finished mug with hot chocolate, and her mobile phone. Shelves were crowded with mismatched ceramics and a few folded blankets; she had way too many of those. Her hands were dirtied with paint. The canvas on her lap really had no business being there, but she enjoyed painting like that.

Even when it got a bit messy every now and then. In the end, she always got paint on her fingers, no matter how hard she tried not to. So she just gave up. Just like she gave up on the half-eaten lasagne on the counter, it simply had not turned out as well as it should have been. The knock on her door made her jump. Auburn hair spilled over her shoulders; the loose braid had finally given up entirely. "Coming, coming..." She muttered while putting the canvas on the table.

Wiping her hands on her shirt, which was the designated one she always wore to create art, she stood. She looked a bit like a mess but she really could not care less. After all, she had not really expected any guests. Having been so focused on painting, she had not even checked her phone for the last few hours.

Swiftly, she opened the front door.

​

Hey there!

I love slice of life, there's nothing better than the mundane realism of love and real life.

Looking for someone who writes good responses, writes in the first person Also would be great if you could be active. I will respond at least once a day, more often than not, multiple times a day as well.

I am looking for anyone that can play F, ideally. You can go absolutely crazy. Are our OCs neighbours? Dating? Friends? I only wish for romance to happen, no matter if right from the start or later on throughout the RP.

I will NOT write any form of cheating, nor am I too keen on endless slow burn. I am also going to demand a happy end. That being said, I am open to a variety of ideas and themes; just communicate with me.

Would be great if you could send me a response to my starter, so we can see if we mesh, and then we can discuss some details to work on!

\\---

It was a small flat, really not anything grand. At least the windows offered a decent view. It had begun to snow some hours ago. Thick flakes fell from the grey sky. Covering rooftops and turning the world into something almost ethereal. She always adored winter, even if it meant having to pay more to keep this small space warm. She did not mind wearing just some extra layers inside to save on the heat. The young woman sat on the worn sofa tucked against the wall.

Her feet were on the low table cluttered with books, a half-finished mug with hot chocolate, and her mobile phone. Shelves were crowded with mismatched ceramics and a few folded blankets; she had way too many of those. Her hands were dirtied with paint. The canvas on her lap really had no business being there, but she enjoyed painting like that.

Even when it got a bit messy every now and then. In the end, she always got paint on her fingers, no matter how hard she tried not to. So she just gave up. Just like she gave up on the half-eaten lasagne on the counter, it simply had not turned out as well as it should have been. The knock on her door made her jump. Auburn hair spilled over her shoulders; the loose braid had finally given up entirely. "Coming, coming..." She muttered while putting the canvas on the table.

Wiping her hands on her shirt, which was the designated one she always wore to create art, she stood. She looked a bit like a mess but she really could not care less. After all, she had not really expected any guests. Having been so focused on painting, she had not even checked her phone for the last few hours.

Swiftly, she opened the front door.

Hey there!

I love slice of life, there's nothing better than the mundane realism of love and real life.

Looking for someone who writes good responses, writes in the first person Also would be great if you could be active. I will respond at least once a day, more often than not, multiple times a day as well.

I am looking for anyone that can play F, ideally. You can go absolutely crazy. Are our OCs neighbours? Dating? Friends? I only wish for romance to happen, no matter if right from the start or later on throughout the RP.

I will NOT write any form of cheating, nor am I too keen on endless slow burn. I am also going to demand a happy end. That being said, I am open to a variety of ideas and themes; just communicate with me.

Would be great if you could send me a response to my starter, so we can see if we mesh, and then we can discuss some details to work on!

\\---

It was a small flat, really not anything grand. At least the windows offered a decent view. It had begun to snow some hours ago. Thick flakes fell from the grey sky. Covering rooftops and turning the world into something almost ethereal. She always adored winter, even if it meant having to pay more to keep this small space warm. She did not mind wearing just some extra layers inside to save on the heat. The young woman sat on the worn sofa tucked against the wall.

Her feet were on the low table cluttered with books, a half-finished mug with hot chocolate, and her mobile phone. Shelves were crowded with mismatched ceramics and a few folded blankets; she had way too many of those. Her hands were dirtied with paint. The canvas on her lap really had no business being there, but she enjoyed painting like that.

Even when it got a bit messy every now and then. In the end, she always got paint on her fingers, no matter how hard she tried not to. So she just gave up. Just like she gave up on the half-eaten lasagne on the counter, it simply had not turned out as well as it should have been. The knock on her door made her jump. Auburn hair spilled over her shoulders; the loose braid had finally given up entirely. "Coming, coming..." She muttered while putting the canvas on the table.

Wiping her hands on her shirt, which was the designated one she always wore to create art, she stood. She looked a bit like a mess but she really could not care less. After all, she had not really expected any guests. Having been so focused on painting, she had not even checked her phone for the last few hours.

Swiftly, she opened the front door.