u/riving17

Oscar Wilde said the only way to beat temptation is to yield to it, else your soul is marred by the shadow of what could have been. Or something like that. I am hazy on the semantics of it. What I am not hazy about is.. I am looking at you. Or at least want to look at you. How could I not. You drip.. no, not 'sex appeal'. You do, but not nearly as much as the other thing. You drip.. malevolence. Sexy, elegant malevolence. I saw the guest list, yes. And I was fascinated by your name, of course. The name to put it on the map.. without undermining the attention from the gallery itself. How clever!

However, in real time, it feels anything but. About 18 different people have talked to me about you. 2 even apologized. Like your presence is derogatory, your existence a curse. Talk about a perfect muse! I don't even care if you are misunderstood. You are but a person to me. Just one more of another humans I didn't care about until now. What I do love is the potential in you.

My gaze inadvertently hovers around to you. How could it not!

I find you looking. Staring. Your eyes are flirty in how bottomless they are. I am not surprised one bit by your brashness, but simply by the fact I of all people caught your fancy. Or your interest for your next bout of serial killing. Potato-potatoh. But my penchant for romanticism is high, and honestly.. I would like a piece of art that's tangible, vocal, and maybe potentially.. receptive to pain.

The stare digs into me. Perhaps Oscar Wilde did have a point. I excuse myself from my immediate guest, and bring myself and my glass of champagne towards you. My heart is frigid, but my walk is slow. Calm and restrained, like I am paying for each step. Maybe in hindsight, I will. But that's what I came here for, didn't I. To spend money on art. The more obedient the art is, the better.

"This one is my favorite." I stand beside you and say it to the painting in front. You consider yourself special. Perhaps deservedly so. But your ego can do without further fanning. I don't need to treat you special, and I am sure there's nothing I can say to you about your past achievements and present turmoil that someone already hasn't.

"I suppose the painting isn't half bad either." You had to flirt, Avery! The only telling bit of your age is your elegance. Gosh, you are beautiful up close, I will give you that!

The painting is a copy of 'The Corpses of the de Witt Brothers'. Of all the art to talk to you beside, for crying out loud. "They look like bacon." I frown teasingly and turn briefly to look at you. I giggle. "Maybe it's the champagne. You haven't been drinking I noticed. Maybe you can provide a better perspective, huh?" I continue. "I am Avery by the way. Not that you asked."

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Stuck up. Pent up. Fucked up. Of course everyone knows you - but 'celebrity' seems to move on quick. And well, at an innocuous gallery opening afternoon like this - the elites are a little too old and stiff upper lip for you… good for a payday and a handbag but that was about it, and you were lonnnng past that. They were all too emotionally-stunted to feed on. Too soulless to exploit.

They won't understand what it is like to be layered, to be fabulous, to be the center of the fucking universe! I would.

You shall be notorious. I would be hooked - a tortured artist - one of those people who are incredibly famous without being famous at all. On the lookout for his muse. An inspiration so divine, you might just kill me alive. Or perhaps, you might enjoy dragging me into limelight, kicking and screaming.

Maybe in this play my character meets his match - or his better? And well, while in a lot of ways that’s good, I really don’t think it’s entirely healthy for my character to become her obsession.

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I really like the idea of an innocuous start - maybe us bumping into each other at an exhibition/dinner/gala and well, learning that obsession at first sight is a real thing. We wouldn’t have to jump straight into full horrorcore from there though, maybe a little chase. See how much I want you. Crave you. You shall be bipolar, toxic, my ruination - but by then, I would already be addicted.

I love playing with very dark themes (and levels of consent) but honestly enjoy twisted romance, affection and humour just as much. So having a ‘public side’ to our relationship and a very, very private side appeals big time. Private until the rumours start that is, or until we crash and burn Bonnie and Clyde-style :P).

You’ll be the best worst muse I could ever want.

But he will cherish being hers. I will let you decide at what point do you want your character to start giving in to the heady romance, if ever, when we do actually play scenes like that. Unless you want our start itself to be sinister. I want to know how you wish to start. A hook-up turned more, an acquaintance losing his marbles with her, or just a stranger she met at a party turned perverse. Tell me how you eventually see it progress. Are we equally corrupt and perverse? Are you an overwhelming handful? Or is it me who captures your essence, physical and visceral?

My kinks are peril, pain and predicament. Be a fucking psychopathic partner to me!

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I want you to play someone who might reflect the narcissist tendencies well, yet be gullible to the charm of a hot young thing - a man with layers and charm.

For a muse as tumultuous as this, I would love to include a celebrity aspect. I have a list of celebrity names I adore to include in this but I am open to suggestions! Of course not every name in there commands the same fervor and penchant for crazy. Regardless, I wanna play with the actual female celebrity and not merely a faceclaim.

I am 18+ and all participants must be 18+ too.

Oscar Wilde said the only way to beat temptation is to yield to it, else your soul is marred by the shadow of what could have been. Or something like that. I am hazy on the semantics of it. What I am not hazy about is.. I am looking at you. Or at least want to look at you. How could I not. You drip.. no, not 'sex appeal'. You do, but not nearly as much as the other thing. You drip.. malevolence. Sexy, elegant malevolence. I saw the guest list, yes. And I was fascinated by your name, of course. The name to put it on the map.. without undermining the attention from the gallery itself. How clever!

However, in real time, it feels anything but. About 18 different people have talked to me about you. 2 even apologized. Like your presence is derogatory, your existence a curse. Talk about a perfect muse! I don't even care if you are misunderstood. You are but a person to me. Just one more of another humans I didn't care about until now. What I do love is the potential in you.

My gaze inadvertently hovers around to you. How could it not!

I find you looking. Staring. Your eyes are flirty in how bottomless they are. I am not surprised one bit by your brashness, but simply by the fact I of all people caught your fancy. Or your interest for your next bout of serial killing. Potato-potatoh. But my penchant for romanticism is high, and honestly.. I would like a piece of art that's tangible, vocal, and maybe potentially.. receptive to pain.

The stare digs into me. Perhaps Oscar Wilde did have a point. I excuse myself from my immediate guest, and bring myself and my glass of champagne towards you. My heart is frigid, but my walk is slow. Calm and restrained, like I am paying for each step. Maybe in hindsight, I will. But that's what I came here for, didn't I. To spend money on art. The more obedient the art is, the better.

"This one is my favorite." I stand beside you and say it to the painting in front. You consider yourself special. Perhaps deservedly so. But your ego can do without further fanning. I don't need to treat you special, and I am sure there's nothing I can say to you about your past achievements and present turmoil that someone already hasn't.

"I suppose the painting isn't half bad either." You had to flirt, Avery! The only telling bit of your age is your elegance. Gosh, you are beautiful up close, I will give you that!

The painting is a copy of 'The Corpses of the de Witt Brothers'. Of all the art to talk to you beside, for crying out loud. "They look like bacon." I frown teasingly and turn briefly to look at you. I giggle. "Maybe it's the champagne. You haven't been drinking I noticed. Maybe you can provide a better perspective, huh?" I continue. "I am Avery by the way. Not that you asked."

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Stuck up. Pent up. Fucked up. Of course everyone knows you - but 'celebrity' seems to move on quick. And well, at an innocuous gallery opening afternoon like this - the elites are a little too old and stiff upper lip for you… good for a payday and a handbag but that was about it, and you were lonnnng past that. They were all too emotionally-stunted to feed on. Too soulless to exploit.

They won't understand what it is like to be layered, to be fabulous, to be the center of the fucking universe! I would.

You shall be notorious. I would be hooked - a tortured artist - one of those people who are incredibly famous without being famous at all. On the lookout for his muse. An inspiration so divine, you might just kill me alive. Or perhaps, you might enjoy dragging me into limelight, kicking and screaming.

Maybe in this play my character meets his match - or his better? And well, while in a lot of ways that’s good, I really don’t think it’s entirely healthy for my character to become her obsession.

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I really like the idea of an innocuous start - maybe us bumping into each other at an exhibition/dinner/gala and well, learning that obsession at first sight is a real thing. We wouldn’t have to jump straight into full horrorcore from there though, maybe a little chase. See how much I want you. Crave you. You shall be bipolar, toxic, my ruination - but by then, I would already be addicted.

I love playing with very dark themes (and levels of consent) but honestly enjoy twisted romance, affection and humour just as much. So having a ‘public side’ to our relationship and a very, very private side appeals big time. Private until the rumours start that is, or until we crash and burn Bonnie and Clyde-style :P).

You’ll be the best worst muse I could ever want.

But he will cherish being hers. I will let you decide at what point do you want your character to start giving in to the heady romance, if ever, when we do actually play scenes like that. Unless you want our start itself to be sinister. I want to know how you wish to start. A hook-up turned more, an acquaintance losing his marbles with her, or just a stranger she met at a party turned perverse. Tell me how you eventually see it progress. Are we equally corrupt and perverse? Are you an overwhelming handful? Or is it me who captures your essence, physical and visceral?

My kinks are peril, pain and predicament. Be a fucking psychopathic partner to me!

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I want you to play someone who might reflect the narcissist tendencies well, yet be gullible to the charm of a hot young thing - a man with layers and charm.

For a muse as tumultuous as this, I would love to include a celebrity aspect. I have a list of celebrity names I adore to include in this but I am open to suggestions! Of course not every name in there commands the same fervor and penchant for crazy. Regardless, I wanna play with the actual female celebrity and not merely a faceclaim.

I had posted the add with much indifference. Sure, it's a relatively popular magazine and there is no better place than LA to post such an advertisement. But when was the last time someone even remotely pretty thought about being a muse to a twenty-something University student, for his/her accredited project. It is more hopeful than optimistic.

However, this is different. I crave substance more than outright glamor. Rather than the focus being on the dressage, this is aimed to glorify the visceral and the untamed inside the best of us. The otherwise unkindled spirit that makes a pair of handcuffs hot in the right context, and a prickly rose surreal. Humans find romanticism in the most gruesome of places, so a photoshoot with an aspiring or current model, as inexperienced she may be.. shall go exceedingly well with my naivety. Not to mention provide a wide berth to explore outside the comfort zone.

All that was before.

Now, I lie in await of the tangible personification of the call I received. There's nothing to say the call was even credible. What with the barrage of questions about props, duration and discretion. Having gotten no response other than yours anyways, I patiently had answered your queries. If I remember correctly, I did hear a ecstatic yet subtle squeal at the mention of bondage gear I have lined up for potential use. Made me smile.

Everything sounds almost too good to be true, with me not even knowing your name so far. Nevertheless, I wait eagerly at the decided time.. my heart a right wayward mess. Pulsating. Heaving. Fidgeting...

xxx xxx xxx

Heya lovely people!

If you like having a certain level of uncertainty in a roleplay, this shall suit perfectly to your tastes. A University student gets more than he could have ever hoped for, getting a chance to live his wildest fantasies with a model or an actress that would otherwise never bother with such an excursion.

Perhaps the humility of the task appeals to her. Or just the plain discretion to go back to the roots of the job she loved when she first started, and explore a kind of photoshoot that would otherwise be impossible without tarnishing her public image. Whatever the case might be, she decides to answer the add and finds herself uncharacteristically drawn to the raw appeal. What happens next is anyone's guess.

Or is it? I am open to exploring this prompt a heck of a lot of ways. Does the photoshoot ends up being just that? A photoshoot..

Or she unexpectedly develops a spark with the unassuming, flattered yet unintimidated guy.. only to come back in a more personal capacity next time.

Perhaps the escalating tumultuous tension results in a heavy, hot sex. Right on the makeshift set. Or worse.. she is made to have sex once the aforementioned handcuffs are "innocently" put to use. After all, it won't be a far cry to think a person can loose his restraint.. after using his restraints on her.

Whichever way we decide to take this premise, there will be collywobbles throughout. However, I don't wish for him to be intimidated. Surprised? Of course. Ecstatic? You bet! But he would be a professional throughout, that is until the barrier breaks into a deluge of depravity.

With him being a student, there's a very real chance that it could involve an age-gap depending on the name we mutually agree upon. Consequently, it can have either a more mature, sophisticated spin to the male character's personality or a relatively flirty, playful one. Either way, someone to walk toe to toe with the most elegant persona the big screen can provide.

Favorites: *Amy Adams, *Kiernan Shipka, Felicity Jones, Alicia Vikander, *Sydney Sweeney, Charlize Theron, Kristen Stewart, Ana de Armas, *Blake Lively, Emma Watson, *Bella Thorne, Emma Stone, Emma Roberts, Gillian Anderson, Carla Gugino, Alison Brie, Betty Gilpin, Eva Green, *Emily Blunt, Léa Seydoux, Margot Robbie, Jennifer Lawrence, Kate Beckinsale, Alexandra Daddario, Kate Upton, Kate Mara, *Padma Lakshmi, Selena Gomez, *Hailee Steinfeld, Natalie Dormer, Natalie Portman, *Christina Hendricks, Brie Larson, Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen, Aubrey Plaza, Rachel McAdams, Rachel Weisz, Isla Fisher, *Emmanuelle Chriqui, Olivia Wilde, Olivia Munn, Madeline Brewer, Sadie Sink, *Milla Jovovich, Lily James, *Jessica Chastain, Rebecca Ferguson, *Amber Heard, Jillian Rose Banks, Astrid S, Keira Knightley, Cobie Smulders, *Emilia Clarke, Emma Chamberlain, Thomasin McKenzie, *Emmy Rossum, Amanda Seyfried, Victoria Justice, Rose Leslie, Mandy Moore, Sophie Turner, Lili Reinhart, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Marina Diamondis, *Hunter Schafer. Open to suggestions still!

DMs open until the post is up.

I am 18+ and all characters should be 18+ too.

Sleek chains hang from the ceiling bound to your arms, clanking in thick air. A mellow hum from the central air conditioning blankets the warm glow of the rickety lights.

I am not a fan of basements, but you made it imperative! Why must you be so dense? Why must you insist I punish you to make you learn? This could have been so easy! So simple. You are suave and sexy, hands tied above your head with the chains even more so.

Your body visibly flounders under its own steam. You are a muse!

And a muse by definition is bred in hardship. Apathy is misunderstood. It is empathy itself, with its borders moved to suit a purpose. A lab rat isn't provided the luxury of empathy, is it? Yet still it's a benevolent task to find cure to diseases for people that shall always remain inconsequential.

But you are not inconsequential, are you, my love! No, you are not. I slide my hand along your abdomen and feel you reacting to me - the fear, the heat, the impending doom you have so smartly conceived. Your cheekbone sparks a hue of red from whence I first slapped you for acting out. Shiny as lust, magnetic as your lipstick.

"You are home now, my sweet." Your knees are buckled, held only under the duress of the flexing chains. I don't wish you harm, physical or emotional. But I shall do what's needed. What's required to mold you into your true purpose. I envy your intelligence, your creativity, your spirit; I really do. But what exactly has it borne? Prejudice? Hatred? A few seconds of orgasmic bliss occasionally with stupid men?

I will give you more than that. I will free you of your shackles of deciding your destiny. Ironically. You will come to love this, I promise you! You will see what I see in you. You will be mine!

Have you ever had that horrible feeling that you are being watched? Toyed with? Well then, maybe this just might be to your style.

You are famous. Sexy. Intimidating. You have the world to your heels, and people on their feet wherever you go. You attract attention! Sometimes more than you like. More than you need. More than you might be able to bear.

Maybe I want to turn you into a bondage bunny and marry you in my basement. Maybe I want to pay you back for not loving me. Or maybe it's just a singular night of passion that I crave, once I realize you aren't the perfect doll I imagined you out to be.

Either way, you can, and you shall fight back. It's up to me to stop you. You shall try and escape. You might succeed. Or I might drag you by your hair back to my lair. Or better yet, my bed. You defeated my spirit, and I shall take what I want directly. Repeatedly.

Or you might develop a classical case of Stockholm Syndrome! Always what a heavy sprinkling of dub/non-con breeds, isn't it? And my personal favorite. Maybe you even make it back to Hollywood with my help! After all, I got to be rich. Anyone this psychopathic and resourceful is bound to be!

Perhaps we even get into a relationship. Passion, feeling of entrapment and gaslighting - have you ever known a perfect relationship without one?

I play in first person. And this post is open indefinitely.

What might you may bequeath me:

• Tell me what you like. To what extent you wish to give up control. Whether you wish for it to be non/dub-con throughout. Or move down a step to Stockholm Syndrome eventually. Or maybe just have a plain maladjusted, unstable romance, especially if you like playing a deranged, bipolar, self-destructive persona (I love Amber Heard).
• Your kinks or merely your interests. It shall be a rollercoaster of emotions. In character, you might not have much say. But if I am to lead you into loving me, I am going to need cheat codes! Whether you prefer to be seduced and serenaded with extensive bondage over a slew of rough nights, or do you prefer being loved so intensely I can't just wait anymore to bed you!
• The story. Do I kidnap you? Am I a stranger or do I know you from before? Or would you rather just skip it and start directly in my arms? Or maybe, just maybe.. you are equally a sociopath and find a muse in me as much as I do in you. It's consensual, but so absolutely fucking violent & dysfunctional I don't mind you breaking 800 plates and 347 paintings in my penthouse every day, because at the end of each night, I break you in our bed as payment (Did I mention I like Amber Heard?)

Women I love: **Amber Heard (duh!), Kiernan Shipka, Elle Fanning, Scarlett Johansson, *Bella Thorne, Margot Robbie, *Emmanuelle Chriqui, *Natalie Dormer, *Eva Green, *Léa Seydoux, Ana de Armas, *Charlize Theron, Alexandra Daddario, Kate Upton, Brie Larson, Elizabeth Olsen, *Emma Watson, Emma Roberts, Emily Stone, Emmy Rossum, *Amanda Seyfried, Hayley Atwell, Rebecca Ferguson, Hailee Steinfeld, Ella Hunt, *Victoria Justice, Victoria Pedretti, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain, *Anya Taylor-Joy, Thomasin McKenzie, Cara Delevingne, *Keira Knightley, Dakota Johnson, Lili Reinhart, Madelaine Petsch, Melissa Benoist, Milly Alcock, Molly Gordon, Emilia Clarke, Anna Kendrick, Sydney Sweeney, Blake Lively, *Alicia Vikander, *Olivia Wilde, Lily James, *Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Megan Fox, *Lauren Cohan, Rachel Brosnahan, *Rose Leslie, Kate Beckinsale, Kate Mara, Rachel Zegler, *Jennifer Lawrence, Penny Lane, Priyanka Chopra, Gal Gadot, Isla Fisher, *Amy Adams, Kristen Stewart, Alison Brie, Betty Gilpin, Yvonne Strahovski, Rashida Jones, *Aubrey Plaza. Tempt me with alacrity, and I will let you be whoever you wish.

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

Sleek chains hang from the ceiling bound to your arms, clanking in thick air. A mellow hum from the central air conditioning blankets the warm glow of the rickety lights.

I am not a fan of basements, but you made it imperative. Why must you be so dense? Why must you insist I punish you to make you learn? This could have been so easy! So simple.

You are suave and sexy, hands tied above your head with the chains even more so. Your body visibly flounders under its own steam. You are a muse!

And a muse by definition is bred in hardship. Apathy is misunderstood. What is it if not empathy itself, with its borders moved to suit a purpose. A lab rat isn't provided the luxury of empathy, is it? Yet still it's a benevolent task to find cure to diseases for people that shall always remain inconsequential.

But you are not inconsequential, are you, my love! No, you are not. I slide my hand along your abdomen and feel you reacting to me - the fear, the heat, the impending doom you have so smartly conceived. Your cheekbone sparks a hue of red from whence I first slapped you for acting out. Shiny as lust, magnetic as your lipstick.

"You are home now, my sweet." Your knees are buckled, held only under the duress of the flexing chains. I don't wish you harm, physical or emotional. But I shall do what's needed. What's required to mold you into your true purpose. I envy your intelligence, your creativity, your spirit; I really do. But what exactly has it borne? Prejudice? Hatred? A few seconds of orgasmic bliss occasionally with stupid men?

I will give you more than that. I will free you of your shackles of deciding your destiny. Ironically. You will come to love this, I promise you. You will see what I see in you. You will be mine!

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Have you ever had that horrible feeling that you are being watched? Toyed with? Well then, maybe this just might be to your style.

You are famous. Sexy. Intimidating. You have the world to your heels, and people on their feet wherever you go. You attract attention! Sometimes more than you like. More than you need. More than you might be able to bear.

Maybe I want to turn you into a bondage bunny and marry you in my basement. Maybe I want to pay you back for not loving me. Or maybe it's just a singular night of passion that I crave, once I realize you aren't the perfect doll I imagined you out to be.

Either way, you can, and you shall fight back. It's up to me to stop you. You shall try and escape. You might succeed. Or I might drag you by your hair back to my lair. Or better yet, my bed. You defeated my spirit, and I shall take what I want directly. Repeatedly.

Or you might develop a classical case of Stockholm Syndrome! Always what a heavy sprinkling of dub/non-con conceives, isn't it? And my personal favorite. Maybe you even make it back to Hollywood with my help! After all, I got to be rich. Anyone this psychopathic and resourceful is bound to be!

Perhaps we even get into a relationship. Passion, feeling of entrapment and gaslighting - have you ever known a perfect relationship without one?

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I play in first person. Preferably over Discord. And this post is open indefinitely.

What might you may bequeath me:

• Tell me what you like. To what extent you wish to give up control. Whether you wish for it to be non/dub-con throughout. Or move down a step to Stockholm Syndrome eventually. Or maybe just have a plain maladjusted, unstable romance, especially if you like playing a deranged, bipolar, self-destructive persona.
• Your kinks or merely your interests. It shall be a rollercoaster of emotions. In character, you might not have much say. But if I am to lead you into loving me, I am going to need cheat codes! Whether you prefer to be seduced and serenaded with extensive bondage over a slew of rough nights, or do you prefer being loved so intensely I can't just wait anymore to bed you!
• The story. Do I kidnap you? Am I a stranger or do I know you from before? Or would you rather just skip it and start directly in my arms? Or maybe, just maybe.. you are equally a sociopath and find a muse in me as much as I do in you. It's consensual, but so absolutely fucking violent & dysfunctional I don't mind you breaking 800 plates and 347 paintings in my penthouse every day, because at the end of each night, I break you in our bed as payment.

I love using celebrity references, and not just as mere face-claims! If that's something you might fancy, tell me your choices, else I have a huge list of names I might fancy.

I am 18+ and all participants must be 18+ too.

The stark scent of wet sex still lingers in the air. I am breathing heavy. So are you. My heart beat resonates in my ears like a train hammering onto the rails. Yet it pales in insignificance against your clamorous cries of pleasure. The slowly dissipating, gradually lessening orgasmic moans... Your moans!

I catch your gaze in the mirror in front of us, while my fingers run amok along your taut back covered in a thin sheen of strenuous sweat. Hot. But not as hot as the thin sheen of your cum on my lips.

Never for a moment amidst our plethora of conversations would I have thought I would be standing here. Behind you. Naked and ecstatic. Eager and.. aroused. Yesterday night really got away from us...

I am throbbing. Hurting with anticipation. My knees ache from being stuck on the marble floor for too long, but the lust in your eyes burning back at me in the mirror makes my troubles flicker small in the distance. A small sacrifice for the spontaneity.

A small chuckle of disbelief cuts the tension. I slide your cascading mane over onto the other shoulder and barely manage to shower a fleeting kiss down your neck, before you turn and throw yourself down. For your turn.

I grab onto the counter and look myself in the mirror; blush. "Fuck."

xxx xxx xxx

Natalie Portman. Smart, intimidating and utterly sexy. Yet she failed to escape the apparently ubiquitous tell-tale of infidelity. That too against a 25 year old nothing.

The obvious next step? Find a better 25 year old to get her own back!

But she reckons she can get more. A one night stand surely isn't her thing! No, she is way too classy for that. What she dares to achieve - once she gets the taste of the other side - is something more. A lot more.

You see, Natalie doesn't get quite so easily influenced by a.. you guessed it, an "influencer". She needs to be serenaded like a hot piece of coal burning with desire. Our dame requires and commands proficiency more than physical. And an attachment like that can't be built with just a lot of alcohol. A tumultuous compatibility, despite the age-gap is what she is going to end up finding. Intentionally or otherwise. The downside? She won't be able to let go the next morning.

The tryst - turned affair - turned relationship... will mirror everything she never realized has been missing in her married life so far. And by all means, she is going to over-compensate for the time lost. In every fucking way imaginable.

I want the love-making to embody the intense heat between them. Not just sex, but love-making at its finest indeed. Fierce. Passionate. Belligerent!

His dick of course needs to be perfect. Not comically huge, but perfect. Perfect enough to take Natalie's breath away, make her gasp with each throb. Whatever embodies perfect for you, I am happy to mold my character accordingly. Although I am not intent on making him super butch and muscular.

Natalie is Harvard graduated; I want her partner to mirror at least comparable levels of intelligence and only relatively unassuming looks. Still classically handsome. Worth her in every way - physically, mentally and emotionally. The dirty talk while she is being dicked down will be his forte. The eye contact, the intimidating words, and the calculated touches are what will be her ruin. Before she is ruined. Like a toy. Like a rag. Like those 'erotic novels' claim and romanticize.

In spite of his charismatic personality, he will still be besotted by her. Mesmerized with her like a sailor is to a mermaid. And equally aroused with one. Only this time, he won't be the one eaten (out).

xxx

Eventually, tribulations of life will have to be faced. How the said affair fits into her responsibility as a parent; how it affects her image and reputation - the level of discretion preferred and/or required; can she really be completely vulnerable to someone so alien while still managing to retain her characteristic intimidation? I am open to discuss any and every aspect of their dynamic both inside and outside the bedroom. I am not hung over on how much smut to include at any given time. As the scene demands. And as you as my partner even demands. Both in and out of character. However, I do love stretching out the love scenes. Either with categorically detailed messages, or relatively short messages that involve the barest of action and stimulus in order to aid interactive back and forth. I am happy either way!

How does she meet him? How many times does she meet him before our heroine beds him?

Is she reluctant at first? Does he make the first move? Or does she in a fit of sexual need and ardor...

How smitten is she? Will he be her boy-toy, or will it be the other way around and Natalie shall be putty in his arms?

And a lot more is what we shall be discussing. I fleshed out the post on a whim. There are no rules or ordinances on what to include in your first message. As long as you at least read the whole post and give me something to keep the wheel of plot turning. Plot ideas, preferences for my character, kinks even! Anything and everything is on the table. First person writing preferred.

You can never write too much. ;)

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

A deft grip, a slick caress - you know you shouldn't like it. But you do. You know you deserve more. Riches, fame, fervor. Yet obstinate to convention, your visceral needs yearn for the one thing so primal in every creature - A need to breed.

And breed well! So deep it hurts, ache resonating in your heart against your ribs like an iron belt wrapped tight around your chest. It's suffocating. Demeaning even, to respond to your most baser instincts with such ferocity like a bitch in heat.

But he makes you be a bitch! Belligerent. With desires utterly primeval, when sex was the only source of entertainment. And the only goal in life.

Guilt twists behind your breasts.. the same breasts he holds in a grasp with such delicate conviction, you swear he can measure your pulse against his hand. How could you have let this happen? Sacrifice your virtue, your values, your feminism.. your fidelity!

Yet, with each thrust, you get undone. The echoes of fresh perspiration on your ass being slammed against his hips may turn vapid, but the consequences of his intrusions don't. Your pussy remains loyal. Volatile. Versatile to every single stretch that results upon being impaled by his thickness.

Was it the gleaming chandelier and the spontaneous staff? Was it his gentle charm and mischievous glint? Or was it merely the pull of the fame? - realization of every fantasy novel you have read.

He wants you. Craves you. Makes you feel cherished and loved and sexy.. and young again! Because to him, you actually are. He lured you in, you tell yourself. But did he? Or did you tempt him, albeit indeliberate?

He was so good with your daughter during the dinner though! Paternal instincts, charming demeanor, wealth to last a generation, and a virile libido to last even longer - perhaps, just this one night, you can indulge yourself. You deserve to!

A long, eclectic wail of pleasure borne out of your quivering wet lips confirms the deed.

What you hadn't anticipated was the seed he had sown in you.

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Boy meets girl. Girl says Hi. They fall in love and live happily ever after. Isn't that how it goes?

What fantasy often fails to sustain are the strings attached to deplorable love - roots of reality so firmly grounded, it's no less than shackles.

You have a marriage to maintain. A reputation to look after. Fame to beseech. Maybe even a child or two to care for already. Yet everything falters in lieu of a singular passionate night on the plush, velvety rose petals of his world and his bedroom.

You know he planned this. You realize now this was his intention all along. But you don't care anymore. He might be half your age, but he is twice the gentleman of anyone you have known, and a better fuck than even the most tumultuous of your vibrators. Like those erotic novels elaborate and romanticize. Not to mention richer than comprehendible.

Only now, you bear his seed in your womb. A mistake or not, it's done.

xxx

Who shall he be, and how shall he react? Is he toxic and controlling? Or is he passionate and domineering?

Does he insinuate you planned this to perfection in lieu of bearing his heir? Or is he the most gorgeous of gentlemen, to be elated to make you his Queen.. a wife and a mother! You will be the epitome of perfection, and a statue of subservience every night in his bed.

Or maybe, just maybe.. he is actually the empathetic man you dare to think you can make of him, and together you make the most elusive power couple Hollywood or his Kingdom can imagine! Wouldn't that be something.

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Nothing's set in stone. You might be married, or you might not. You might be young, or twice his age.. unconcerned about your prospects of pregnancy. I would we peruse the celebrity we choose together and base the plot upon her life circumstances.

You shall be seduced and corrupted. Intimidated by his presence, and infatuated by his caresses. Bred maybe on the first night itself, or eventually only after you have had a few surreptitious dates behind the gaze of your husband. Or would you sacrifice the sanctity of your marriage after the first night and be his for ever and ever?

Regardless of all that, if you really are masochistic with a terrible choice in men, perhaps he feigns his love for you. Frolicking with other girls, still physical with you.. in more ways than one. That's the fairytale gone.

Whichever way we go, I wish for it to embody inhumane levels of passion in love and in sex. When it comes to kinks, we can set them up according to our mutual interests. Nevertheless, even the most vanilla set up shall bear orgasms so malevolent the shivers will transcend your psyche into another dimension, and your frivolous sensibilities (so to say) into oblivion. First person writing preferred.

Only thing I care about is infusing as much passion in you, as I possibly can without killing you. Hopefully.

My favorites for this: *Amy Adams, Alexandra Daddario, Kate Upton, Kate Mara, Victoria Justice, Blake Lively, Emily Blunt, Charlize Theron, Elizabeth Olsen, Aubrey Plaza, Rashida Jones, Scarlett Johansson, Brie Larson, *Felicity Jones, Margot Robbie, *Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain, Hayley Atwell, Rebecca Ferguson, Vanessa Kirby, Alicia Vikander, Jessica Alba, Emilia Clarke, Natalie Dormer, Natalie Portman, Lauren Cohan, Emma Roberts, Emma Stone, Emma Watson, Lily James, *Hailee Steinfeld, Ella Hunt, Milla Jovovich, Keira Knightley, Julianne Moore, Jennifer Lawrence, Gal Gadot, Isla Fisher, Priyanka Chopra, Rose Leslie, Madeline Brewer, Gillian Anderson, Alicia Witt, Kate Beckinsale, *Léa Seydoux, Eva Green, Anya Taylor-Joy, Thomasin McKenzie, Cara Delevingne, Elle Fanning, *Kiernan Shipka, *Dakota Johnson, Melissa Benoist, Emmy Rossum, Amanda Seyfried, Megan Fox, Olivia Wilde, Ana de Armas, *Yvonne Strahovski, Rachel Brosnahan, Rachel McAdams. Feel free to name anyone you might like from outside the list too.

I am 18+ and all participants must be 18+ too.

Visceral things are happening inside me. Shivering in my own puddle of anxiety, I sit.. staring into the middle distance. The Quad is usually a bustling place to be at Wadham college. Not today though.

Here and today, as the sun peeks over the horizon at dawn, it's.. serene. Peaceful even.

However the commotion underneath my skin more than makes up for it. "Breathe Avery, breathe... still a human. Even if the best one." My heart is throbbing as vigorously as the scenery is calm, and my bones are pulsating at the speed of light.

I crane my neck and turn. Two weeks prior, I could never have anticipated my life would lead to this. When we first talked over the phone, my pessimism suffered an existential crisis. Barely having started as an 'Assistant Art Editor' fresh out of University, it was tumultuous to say the least when I was told you would be my aid to cover the article on your Alma Mater, and it's significance in the art scene.

Almost like a dramatic entry in a movie, you arrive. I can bet there was a maple leaf falling in slow motion somewhere in my peripheral vision! I chuckle inwardly and wave. "Heya.. yup, you have the right person. The same person who made all the bunny jokes." I giggle now outwardly. The magazine must have maxed out on its favors to have you here.

"I will listen. She can bite my ear off.." The words echo in my psyche. I still remember; the frail moment of awkward silence as everyone stared at me at our very first conference together. Until you pulled me out of the awkwardness. By nothing but a soft chuckle. Who knew a simple Van Gogh joke is all that it will take for you to choose me to work with over this project.

This is the first time we are meeting in person since. Even though you have more than a decade on me in age, I am the winter to your spring in this autumn morning. "I bet you never thought you would get to meet me when you studied English here, did you? Lucky you, Fel!" I sneer, and grimace. Especially at the nickname. We aren't that close yet. Or are we?

My psyche tingles inadvertently, as my thoughts beckon to the images of my past self... to me, staring at my screen at your words. There was a sync to us, even over text. One you can't fake. Inherent to the two of us.. instinctive and inadvertent. Structural to our dynamic. If it translates to something more, which I hope it does, remains to be seen...

xxx

Heya pretty people!

As you may have realized, this is a very specific prompt for the cutesy Felicity Jones. This is being ambitious, stupid even. To be this specific in a scenario, building it around a 'very specific' and not even an infamous personality. But if the human race can romanticize a rainbow, so can I romanticize such an adorable human.

Don't let the flourishing innocent charm of the prompt fool you though. While I am certainly utterly flexible on my kinks, I wish for this play to retain as much realism as possible. Felicity provides enough surrealism. There would be angst, alacrity and apprehensions... all the emotions that plague a real life relationship. Hence the age-gap. It can't be held against you if you think of it as another prompt sweet wrapping a MILF-kink. I divulge, that's appealing in its own right. But not here.

With the juxtaposition of the age gap, I aim to highlight the differing yet parallel aspects of two personalities, brought together by mere destiny. It will be messy. It will be exhausting. It will be deplorable towards convention. Yet they wouldn't want to change it for the world.

I expect it to be played long term. Hence, aim to allow our characters time to explore each other's kinks and interests. Not to mention it would involve a thorough planning at every stage on our parts too. So this can't be rushed. But once we do get in the groove, I expect it to be every bit as worthwhile. The length of my prompt is a pretty accurate reflection of how long my replies usually are. As is showcased, I very highly prefer playing in First Person. Greedy? Perhaps. Immersive? You bet.

As for the scene, I prefer commencing from our first (or technically second) rendezvous, which hopefully flourishes into an alternate life in our characters. While I never shy away from a kink, for this particular scenario.. spoiling the scene to pursue a kink is the absolute last thing I wish to do. However, that being said, I promise to be thoroughly open to whatever you wish to include, albeit with accurate build-up and effort put in to bring it to that point.

Now for a slight compromise. While you may have already realized that Felicity is indeed my favorite, the plot and the roleplay itself takes precedence for me. And she is not everyone's cup of tea. Hence, I add some names I also find adorable enough to shake up my visceral self. We can certainly brainstorm another prompt to suit the personality and life of the corresponding celebrity. Be patient with me, and I promise to pour my soul out for you.

To make sure you can be, allow me to make a cheeky request of you sending me the name of your favorite book in the first line of the message. So I can be sure you read through it all.

Others: *Bella Thorne, Kate Beckinsale, Alexandra Daddario, Kate Upton, *Jennifer Lawrence, *Kate Mara, Kiernan Shipka, Emma Chamberlain, Rachel Weisz,, *Yvonne Strahovski, Imogen Poots, *Amy Adams, Keira Knightley, Amber Heard, *Emma Stone, Emma Watson, Emma Roberts, *Emmy Rossum, Megan Fox, Amanda Seyfried, Jessie Buckley, Cara Delevingne, Natalie Dormer, Natalie Portman, Mila Kunis, Selena Gomez, Charlize Theron, Eva Green, *Emily Blunt, *Blake Lively, Rachel McAdams, *Ana de Armas, Scarlett Johansson, Brie Larson, Lauren Cohan, *Emilia Clarke, Olivia Wilde, Kaya Scadelario, Hailee Steinfeld, *Sydney Sweeney, Hayley Atwell, Katheryn Winnick, *Emmanuelle Chriqui, Elizabeth Olsen, Aubrey Plaza, *Jillian Rose Banks, Julianne Moore, Alicia Vikander, Alison Brie, Betty Gilpin, Lily James, *Milla Jovovich, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Margot Robbie, *Jessica Chastain, Jodie Comer, Krysten Ritter, Kristen Stewart, Annabelle Wallis, Rebecca Ferguson, Jessica Alba, Gal Gadot, Laura Donnelly.

If still no name inspires you but you like the prompt, drop me a message with your suggestion. And/or kinks, your thoughts, etc. you know the drill. Only takes one good pun to hit it off! If the post is up, my DMs are open.

I am 18+ and all participants must be 18+ too.

"Gentle..", you beg.

Your eyes sparkle. A gleam of disdain briefly enriches your gaze. Your voice is a drawl, a far cry from the fervent screaming and thrashing you bestowed me with, last time I had you in my grasp.

You are still unsure. Disparate to the pheromones permeating into the air with every drop of perspiration that evaporates off you. Yet, I can see the hunger in your eyes begging to be quenched.

The heat is sudden on my cock. Liquid. Searing like a brand. My thoughts spun in a thousand directions as your voice cracked through the fog - "Please be gentle this time."

I gasp and accede gratefully. You shouldn't give in to your captor, you know that. But desperation is universal. Time heals. Romanticizes. What else are you gonna do but succumb when the yearning for a body gets too strong? When validation is key and the end of all? When I bequeath you with fucked-up but unadulterated love? Incessantly. Relentlessly.

The mattress compresses, obliges fruitfully under our ministrations. My fingers prickled hot over your face, goosebumps bloom when the whisper of your whine cuts through the air as I push further.

Harder.

Deeper..

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Your attempt to flee, oh, that defiance, that push and pull, sends a delicious ache pulsing through me. I wrap my arm with conviction around your waist and drag you along, leaving an echo of giggles in our wake.

You were the first to come around. Blonde little thing.. only too eager to accede to my initiations. You weren't supposed to be obedient. At least in the generic sense. But one orgasm and a promise of spanking later.. I had you drooling for a leash.

"Come on! We have got a new one to play with!" And now I indulge you in the baser instincts. Threesomes. Toys. Everything that the outside world was too stunted to provide. Too soulless to be exploited by your flirty, filthy, morally indifferent demeanor.

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What constitutes a relationship? Trust? Empathy? Passion and an unhealthy dependency? The circumstances of our consummation were cliché, but the unexpected yarn we spun together eventually was dexterous. Firm. Eclectic. Unrelenting!

You came to me. The partner in crime. Bonnie to my Clyde.

I know you can still smell my latest conquest on my skin - the pheromones, the raging hormones. You love it when I yearn for you.. come crawling back to you after I have freshly ripped a woman off her dignity.

"Did she scream for you?", your voice harbors a velvety purr, drawn into a sleazy drawl. Steely like I have come to know and love.

I nod. Gasp. Thrust my cock into you, still wet with her reluctant cum.

She screamed. You moan.

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xxx

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Avarice breeds in this abode. Malevolence is sewed into the elements - each room a beacon of lust. Where the seven sins just aren't good enough!

A tortured artist is on the prowl for his next muse. Step closer at your own discreation.

Who you would be?

Heart broken. You thought the world wasn't kind. You will realize how correct you were. There is no escape, no mercy. You are pretty. I have a cock. Connect the dots. First night was bad. Second was worse. Then it became easier, the realization a curse. It shall feel as if you are the only one who hates it. You refuse to let me in, let go of the one bit of your past self you still have - dignity. As overrated as it might be. Perhaps you will eventually give in. Perhaps you will escape. Or perhaps.. you will be in a threesome.

Lust driven. Would you be the accomplice? The lead act, the empathetic partner. Will you hold another woman down for me to "coerce"? Do you get off on another woman's screams? Proud of my competence, you find a muse in me as much as I find in you. We sip off each other's depravity and perspectives. The King & Queen to our kingdom - First Rule? Prima Nocta.

Love stricken. Would you be flimsy, unsure, desperate for a helping hand to pull you into the quicksand? You know my intentions are laced with malice. But I provide love without accountability. Passion without repercussions. So what if it's demeaning! When has convention ever bred perfection anyways. Fall in love with me. Stockholm isn't just a place in Sweden.

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I never liked the word 'harem'. The connotations rooted in tradition mar the significance of the passion. No, we won't be a big, happy family. And no, it won't be a kidnapping either. At least not all of them.

What it is, is a slew of sex scenes, vaguely interconnected. It won't be a world just within four walls - merely a harem developed with high level security and hypothetical levels of riches and planning.

There shall be substance to the depravity. The world to explore. Of course the 'house of secrets' would do the heavy-lifting. But what good is it to incorporate Hollywood if I can't feel the fame prickling on my skin every time I touch you? The real world is where it will be set in.

You decide what persona you wanna morph into. Willing? Reluctant? Or a downright prey?

I only want you to play one character at a time. If you would rather it be just the two us, then so be it. The 'FF+' part was me being obstinately greedy anyways.

Tell me what you like. And especially what you don't like. What persona you want to play. If our rendezvous would be more intimate, far away from the world in a lakehouse; or if it will be incorporated into the big life - mutual tumultuous tendencies hidden from the world in plain sight. We will brainstorm everything together.

Mind, if it does work out, I won't mind actually developing a reign with two or more partners. Albeit along separate branches.

My favorite celebrity references: Hailee Steinfeld, Bella Thorne, Amber Heard, Felicity Jones, Margot Robbie, Jessica Chastain, Anne Hathaway, Emma Stone, Emma Roberts, Emily Blunt, Selena Gomez, Léa Seydoux, Kristen Stewart, Brie Larson, Scarlett Johansson, Sadie Sink, Emmy Rossum, Elizabeth Olsen, Emma Watson, Natalie Dormer, Sophie Turner, Alicia Vikander, Emilia Clarke, Kaley Cuoco, Emmanuelle Chriqui, Selena Gomez, Kate Mara, Kate Upton, Alexandra Daddario, Hayley Atwell, Eva Green, Charlize Theron, Kate Beckinsale, Kaya Scodelario, Blake Lively, Olivia Wilde, Olivia Munn, Olivia Cooke, Mandy Moore, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Katherine McNamara, Megan Fox, Betty Gilpin, Rachel Brosnahan, Alison Brie, Lauren Cohan, Rachel Weisz, Melanie Laurent, Rose Leslie, Rebecca Ferguson, Sydney Sweeney, Lili Reinhart, Camila Mendes, Madelaine Petsch, Rachel Zegler, Anya Taylor-Joy, Thomasin McKenzie, Mackenzie Foy, Eiza González, Shailene Woodley, Naomi Scott, Kiernan Shipka, Emma Chamberlain, Priyanka Chopra, Milla Jovovich, Marina Diamondis, Jillian Rose Banks, Sophie Turner, Melissa Benoist, Natalie Portman, Mila Kunis, Lucy Hale, Victoria Justice, Kat Dennings, Victoria Pedretti, Elle Fanning, Dakota Fanning, Ana de Armas, Yvonne Strahovski, Keira Knightley, Amy Adams, Phoebe Dynevor, Amanda Seyfried, Lily James, Vanessa Hudgens, Jennifer Lawrence, Cobie Smulders and Rachel McAdams.

I am 18+ and all participants must be 18+ too.

You were vibrant. I was supposed to be refined. You made flowers blossom. And I hated being patronized. You are full of alacrity while brimming with confidence. I am belligerent while my visceral self curls inside me. Except when I am with you. Or rather was...

It has always been this way. Ever since my childhood, I was the reserved one. And you were the cool adult I aspired to be. It wasn't often that our paths crossed.. even before. But whenever it did, it was conspicuous I savored every moment of it. While you were still well known way back when I was in High School, you are infamous now. And inevitably we lost contact. Not in the least helped by the fact that you have had a tumultuous personal life. Albeit away from the media. Fame has an annoying way of doing that often.

Perhaps I am overthinking this. Or I am being too optimistic to think that you still remember me. But was it just me who thought there was a spark between us? My psyche tingles inadvertently, as my thoughts beckon to the images of my younger self.. to us, and to you.

>"Hey. It's me!"

>"Meh. Probably forgot. On the off chance you haven't, I hope it doesn't come across as sociopathic. Although I do remember you were into that stuff from the podcasts we obsessed over. :)"

>"Anyways, I saw over your socials you would be in my neck of the woods to shoot for your next movie. I would love to catch up, for old time's sake. I understand if you are busy of course. Been a lot more frugal with your free time I suppose."

>"Anyways, hope I hear back."

I sigh. And click send. The proverbial messenger pigeon flutters away from the screen, letting me foment in a pool of anxiety. Curled up in my bed, I drift off into oblivion. Tomorrow is a new day, and hopefully a notification awaits.

xxx xxx

Heya pretty people!

I am looking for someone playing female to play out a slow burn, slice of life scenario with.. (as the name suggests) a significant age-gap. Ideally somewhere between 10-25 years, between a mature celebrity and a young guy.

The prompt above allows a certain level of familiarity already sown between the characters. Perhaps it's a family friend, my mother's acquaintance, a cool neighbor.. or absolutely anything else. However, that being said, the scenario is certainly open to discussion.

There would be equal parts romance and smut, with the focus being the juxtaposition of our characters' age. I believe if done right, something which is usually frowned upon, has the potential to blossom into something abominably beautiful.

I would be happy to indulge in any or all kinks you wish to include... regardless of how kinky or depraved they are. However, that being said, a vanilla relationship works just fine for me!

I do absolutely adore using real-life celebrities as references for the female character if that's something that takes your fancy. As for the celebrities themselves, I have a few which I believe fit into the scenario perfectly, but feel free to suggest your own too!

If I managed to hold your attention, drop me a chat or DM with your choice, kinks and/or any ideas for the plot. My writing style is exclusively first person, preferably over Discord. Looking forward to hear from you!

I am 18+ and all participants must be 18+ too.

You were vibrant. I was supposed to be refined. You made flowers blossom. And I hated being patronized. You are full of alacrity while brimming with confidence. I am belligerent while my visceral self curls inside me. Except when I am with you. Or rather was...

It has always been this way. Ever since my childhood, I was the reserved one. And you were the cool adult I aspired to be. It wasn't often that our paths crossed.. even before. But whenever it did, it was conspicuous I savored every moment of it. While you were still well known way back, you are infamous now. And inevitably we lost contact. Not in the least helped by the fact that you have had a tumultuous personal life. Albeit away from the media. Fame has an annoying way of doing that often.

Perhaps I am overthinking this. Or I am being too optimistic to think that you still remember me. But was it just me who thought there was a spark between us? My psyche tingles inadvertently, as my thoughts beckon to the images of my younger self.. to us, and to you.

>"Hey. It's me!"

>"Meh. Probably forgot. On the off chance you haven't, I hope it doesn't come across as sociopathic. Although I do remember you were into that stuff from the podcasts we obsessed over. :)"

>"Anyways, I saw over your socials you would be in my neck of the woods to shoot for your next movie. I would love to catch up, for old time's sake. I understand if you are busy of course. Been a lot more frugal with your free time I suppose."

>"Anyways, hope I hear back."

I sigh. And click send. The proverbial messenger pigeon flutters away from the screen, letting me foment in a pool of anxiety. Curled up in my bed, I drift off into oblivion. Tomorrow is a new day, and hopefully a notification awaits.

xxx xxx

Heya pretty people!

I am looking for someone playing female to play out a slow burn, slice of life scenario with.. (as the name suggests) a significant age-gap. Ideally somewhere between 10-25 years, between a mature celebrity and a classically handsome guy.

The prompt above allows a certain level of familiarity already sown between the characters. Perhaps it's a family friend, my mother's acquaintance, a cool neighbor.. or absolutely anything else. However, that being said, the scenario is certainly open to discussion. Not to mention I am open to an incest role too if the age gap fits.

There would be equal parts romance and smut, with the focus being the juxtaposition of our characters' age. I believe if done right, something which is usually frowned upon, has the potential to blossom into something abominably beautiful.

I would be happy to indulge in any or all kinks you wish to include... regardless of how kinky or depraved they are. However, that being said, a vanilla relationship works just fine for me!

As for the celebrities themselves, I have added a list of my favorites who I believe fit into the scenario perfectly. Feel free to suggest your own.

*Amy Adams, **Felicity Jones, Hayley Atwell, *Natalie Dormer, Charlize Theron, *Eva Green, *Léa Seydoux, Gillian Anderson, Alison Brie, Nina Dobrev, Sienna Miller, *Emmy Rossum, *Megan Fox, *Brie Larson, *Lily James, *Kate Mara, Kat Dennings, Mandy Moore, Jennifer Lawrence, Olivia Wilde, Olivia Munn, Ana de Armas, *Keira Knightley, *Natalie Portman, Mila Kunis, Milla Jovovich, Rachel McAdams, Christina Hendricks, Hannah Waddingham, Padma Lakshmi, Christina Cole, Jennifer Connelly, *Emmanuelle Chriqui, Aubrey Plaza, Elizabeth Olsen, Ivana Miličević, Julianne Moore, Katy Perry, *Kate Beckinsale, Kate Winslet, Krysten Ritter, Annabelle Wallis, Priyanka Chopra, Melanie Laurent, Isla Fisher, *Emma Stone, Emma Watson, Rachel Weisz, Betty Gilpin, *Blake Lively, Anna Kendrick, *Dakota Johnson, Rose Byrne, *Emily Blunt, Jennifer Connelly, Rose Leslie, *Margot Robbie, Rachel Brosnahan, Emilia Clarke, Kaley Cuoco, *Alicia Witt, *Amber Heard, Gal Gadot, Elizabeth Banks, Riley Keough, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, *Scarlett Johansson, Rebecca Ferguson, Sarah Rafferty, Lauren Cohan, *Yvonne Strahovski, Jessica Alba, *Alexandra Daddario, Kate Upton, Kate Mara, Laura Donnelly, *Anne Hathaway, *Jessica Chastain, Morena Baccarin, Marina Diamondis, Cobie Smulders, Alice Eve, Monica Bellucci.

If I managed to hold your attention, drop me a chat or DM with your choice, kinks and/or any ideas for the plot. My writing style is exclusively first person. Looking forward to hear from you!

All characters are 18+ and all participants should be 18+ too.

You were vibrant. I was supposed to be refined. You made flowers blossom. And I hated being patronized. You are full of alacrity while brimming with confidence. I am belligerent while my visceral self curls inside me. Except when I am with you. Or rather was...

It has always been this way. Ever since my childhood, I was the reserved one. And you were the cool adult I aspired to be. It wasn't often that our paths crossed.. even before. But whenever it did, it was conspicuous I savored every moment of it. While you were still well known way back when I was in High School, you are infamous now. And inevitably we lost contact. Not in the least helped by the fact that you have had a tumultuous personal life. Albeit away from the media. Fame has an annoying way of doing that often.

Perhaps I am overthinking this. Or I am being too optimistic to think that you still remember me. But was it just me who thought there was a spark between us? My psyche tingles inadvertently, as my thoughts beckon to the images of my younger self.. to us, and to you.

>"Hey. It's me!"

>"Meh. Probably forgot. On the off chance you haven't, I hope it doesn't come across as sociopathic. Although I do remember you were into that stuff from the podcasts we obsessed over. :)"

>"Anyways, I saw over your socials you would be in my neck of the woods to shoot for your next movie. I would love to catch up, for old time's sake. I understand if you are busy of course. Been a lot more frugal with your free time I suppose."

>"Anyways, hope I hear back."

I sigh. And click send. The proverbial messenger pigeon flutters away from the screen, letting me foment in a pool of anxiety. Curled up in my bed, I drift off into oblivion. Tomorrow is a new day, and hopefully a notification awaits.

xxx xxx

Heya pretty people!

I am looking for someone playing female to play out a slow burn, slice of life scenario with.. (as the name suggests) a significant age-gap. Ideally somewhere between 10-25 years, between a mature celebrity and a young guy.

The prompt above allows a certain level of familiarity already sown between the characters. Perhaps it's a family friend, my mother's acquaintance, a cool neighbor.. or absolutely anything else. However, that being said, the scenario is certainly open to discussion. Not to mention I am open to an incest role too if the age gap fits.

There would be equal parts romance and smut, with the focus being the juxtaposition of our characters' age. I believe if done right, something which is usually frowned upon, has the potential to blossom into something abominably beautiful.

I would be happy to indulge in any or all kinks you wish to include... regardless of how kinky or depraved they are. However, that being said, a vanilla relationship works just fine for me!

I do absolutely adore using real-life celebrities as references for the female character if that's something that takes your fancy. As for the celebrities themselves, I have a few which I believe fit into the scenario perfectly, but feel free to suggest your own too!

If I managed to hold your attention, drop me a chat or DM with your choice, kinks and/or any ideas for the plot. My writing style is exclusively first person, preferably over Discord. But Reddit DMs work too. Looking forward to hear from you!

Oscar Wilde said the only way to beat temptation is to yield to it, else your soul is marred by the shadow of what could have been. Or something like that. I am hazy on the semantics of it. What I am not hazy about is.. I am looking at you. Or at least want to look at you. How could I not. You drip.. no, not 'sex appeal'. You do, but not nearly as much as the other thing. You drip.. malevolence. Sexy, elegant malevolence. I saw the guest list, yes. And I was fascinated by your name, of course. The name to put it on the map.. without undermining the attention from the gallery itself. How clever!

However, in real time, it feels anything but. About 18 different people have talked to me about you. 2 even apologized. Like your presence is derogatory, your existence a curse. Talk about a perfect muse! I don't even care if you are misunderstood. You are but a person to me. Just one more of another humans I didn't care about until now. What I do love is the potential in you.

My gaze inadvertently hovers around to you. How could it not!

I find you looking. Staring. Your eyes are flirty in how bottomless they are. I am not surprised one bit by your brashness, but simply by the fact I of all people caught your fancy. Or your interest for your next bout of serial killing. Potato-potatoh. But my penchant for romanticism is high, and honestly.. I would like a piece of art that's tangible, vocal, and maybe potentially.. receptive to pain.

The stare digs into me. Perhaps Oscar Wilde did have a point. I excuse myself from my immediate guest, and bring myself and my glass of champagne towards you. My heart is frigid, but my walk is slow. Calm and restrained, like I am paying for each step. Maybe in hindsight, I will. But that's what I came here for, didn't I. To spend money on art. The more obedient the art is, the better.

"This one is my favorite." I stand beside you and say it to the painting in front. You consider yourself special. Perhaps deservedly so. But your ego can do without further fanning. I don't need to treat you special, and I am sure there's nothing I can say to you about your past achievements and present turmoil that someone already hasn't.

"I suppose the painting isn't half bad either." You had to flirt, Avery! The only telling bit of your age is your elegance. Gosh, you are beautiful up close, I will give you that!

The painting is a copy of 'The Corpses of the de Witt Brothers'. Of all the art to talk to you beside, for crying out loud. "They look like bacon." I frown teasingly and turn briefly to look at you. I giggle. "Maybe it's the champagne. You haven't been drinking I noticed. Maybe you can provide a better perspective, huh?" I continue. "I am Avery by the way. Not that you asked."

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Stuck up. Pent up. Fucked up. Of course everyone knows you - but 'celebrity' seems to move on quick. And well, at an innocuous gallery opening afternoon like this - the elites are a little too old and stiff upper lip for you… good for a payday and a handbag but that was about it, and you were lonnnng past that. They were all too emotionally-stunted to feed on. Too soulless to exploit.

They won't understand what it is like to be layered, to be fabulous, to be the center of the fucking universe! I would.

You shall be notorious. I would be hooked - a tortured artist - one of those people who are incredibly famous without being famous at all. On the lookout for his muse. An inspiration so divine, you might just kill me alive. Or perhaps, you might enjoy dragging me into limelight, kicking and screaming.

Maybe in this play my character meets his match - or his better? And well, while in a lot of ways that’s good, I really don’t think it’s entirely healthy for my character to become her obsession.

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I really like the idea of an innocuous start - maybe us bumping into each other at an exhibition/dinner/gala and well, learning that obsession at first sight is a real thing. We wouldn’t have to jump straight into full horrorcore from there though, maybe a little chase. See how much I want you. Crave you. You shall be bipolar, toxic, my ruination - but by then, I would already be addicted.

I love playing with very dark themes (and levels of consent) but honestly enjoy twisted romance, affection and humour just as much. So having a ‘public side’ to our relationship and a very, very private side appeals big time. Private until the rumours start that is, or until we crash and burn Bonnie and Clyde-style :P).

You’ll be the best worst muse I could ever want.

But he will cherish being hers. I will let you decide at what point do you want your character to start giving in to the heady romance, if ever, when we do actually play scenes like that. Unless you want our start itself to be sinister. I want to know how you wish to start. A hook-up turned more, an acquaintance losing his marbles with her, or just a stranger she met at a party turned perverse. Tell me how you eventually see it progress. Are we equally corrupt and perverse? Are you an overwhelming handful? Or is it me who captures your essence, physical and visceral?

My kinks are peril, pain and predicament. Be a fucking psychopathic partner to me!

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I want you to play someone who might reflect the narcissist tendencies well, yet be gullible to the charm of a hot young thing - a man with layers and charm.

For a muse as tumultuous as this, I would love to include a celebrity aspect. I have a list of celebrity names I adore to include in this but I am open to suggestions! Of course not every name in there commands the same fervor and penchant for crazy. Regardless, I wanna play with the actual female celebrity and not merely a faceclaim.

I am 18+ and all participants must be 18+ too.

Sleek chains hang from the ceiling bound to your arms, clanking in thick air. A mellow hum from the central air conditioning blankets the warm glow of the rickety lights.

I am not a fan of basements, but you made it imperative! Why must you be so dense? Why must you insist I punish you to make you learn? This could have been so easy! So simple. You are suave and sexy, hands tied above your head with the chains even more so.

Your body visibly flounders under its own steam. You are a muse!

And a muse by definition is bred in hardship. Apathy is misunderstood. It is empathy itself, with its borders moved to suit a purpose. A lab rat isn't provided the luxury of empathy, is it? Yet still it's a benevolent task to find cure to diseases for people that shall always remain inconsequential.

But you are not inconsequential, are you, my love! No, you are not. I slide my hand along your abdomen and feel you reacting to me - the fear, the heat, the impending doom you have so smartly conceived. Your cheekbone sparks a hue of red from whence I first slapped you for acting out. Shiny as lust, magnetic as your lipstick.

"You are home now, my sweet." Your knees are buckled, held only under the duress of the flexing chains. I don't wish you harm, physical or emotional. But I shall do what's needed. What's required to mold you into your true purpose. I envy your intelligence, your creativity, your spirit; I really do. But what exactly has it borne? Prejudice? Hatred? A few seconds of orgasmic bliss occasionally with stupid men?

I will give you more than that. I will free you of your shackles of deciding your destiny. Ironically. You will come to love this, I promise you! You will see what I see in you. You will be mine!

Have you ever had that horrible feeling that you are being watched? Toyed with? Well then, maybe this just might be to your style.

You are famous. Sexy. Intimidating. You have the world to your heels, and people on their feet wherever you go. You attract attention! Sometimes more than you like. More than you need. More than you might be able to bear.

Maybe I want to turn you into a bondage bunny and marry you in my basement. Maybe I want to pay you back for not loving me. Or maybe it's just a singular night of passion that I crave, once I realize you aren't the perfect doll I imagined you out to be.

Either way, you can, and you shall fight back. It's up to me to stop you. You shall try and escape. You might succeed. Or I might drag you by your hair back to my lair. Or better yet, my bed. You defeated my spirit, and I shall take what I want directly. Repeatedly.

Or you might develop a classical case of Stockholm Syndrome! Always what a heavy sprinkling of dub/non-con breeds, isn't it? And my personal favorite. Maybe you even make it back to Hollywood with my help! After all, I got to be rich. Anyone this psychopathic and resourceful is bound to be!

Perhaps we even get into a relationship. Passion, feeling of entrapment and gaslighting - have you ever known a perfect relationship without one?

I play in first person. And this post is open indefinitely.

What might you may bequeath me:

• Tell me what you like. To what extent you wish to give up control. Whether you wish for it to be non/dub-con throughout. Or move down a step to Stockholm Syndrome eventually. Or maybe just have a plain maladjusted, unstable romance, especially if you like playing a deranged, bipolar, self-destructive persona (I love Amber Heard).
• Your kinks or merely your interests. It shall be a rollercoaster of emotions. In character, you might not have much say. But if I am to lead you into loving me, I am going to need cheat codes! Whether you prefer to be seduced and serenaded with extensive bondage over a slew of rough nights, or do you prefer being loved so intensely I can't just wait anymore to bed you!
• The story. Do I kidnap you? Am I a stranger or do I know you from before? Or would you rather just skip it and start directly in my arms? Or maybe, just maybe.. you are equally a sociopath and find a muse in me as much as I do in you. It's consensual, but so absolutely fucking violent & dysfunctional I don't mind you breaking 800 plates and 347 paintings in my penthouse every day, because at the end of each night, I break you in our bed as payment (Did I mention I like Amber Heard?)

Women I love: **Amber Heard (duh!), Kiernan Shipka, Elle Fanning, Scarlett Johansson, *Bella Thorne, Margot Robbie, *Emmanuelle Chriqui, *Natalie Dormer, *Eva Green, *Léa Seydoux, Ana de Armas, *Charlize Theron, Alexandra Daddario, Kate Upton, Brie Larson, Elizabeth Olsen, *Emma Watson, Emma Roberts, Emily Stone, Emmy Rossum, *Amanda Seyfried, Hayley Atwell, Rebecca Ferguson, Hailee Steinfeld, Ella Hunt, *Victoria Justice, Victoria Pedretti, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain, *Anya Taylor-Joy, Thomasin McKenzie, Cara Delevingne, *Keira Knightley, Dakota Johnson, Lili Reinhart, Madelaine Petsch, Melissa Benoist, Milly Alcock, Molly Gordon, Emilia Clarke, Anna Kendrick, Sydney Sweeney, Blake Lively, *Alicia Vikander, *Olivia Wilde, Lily James, *Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Megan Fox, *Lauren Cohan, Rachel Brosnahan, *Rose Leslie, Kate Beckinsale, Kate Mara, Rachel Zegler, *Jennifer Lawrence, Priyanka Chopra, Gal Gadot, Isla Fisher, *Amy Adams, Kristen Stewart, Alison Brie, Betty Gilpin, Yvonne Strahovski, Rashida Jones, *Aubrey Plaza. Tempt me with alacrity, and I will let you be whoever you wish.

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

Sleek chains hang from the ceiling bound to your arms, clanking in thick air. A mellow hum from the central air conditioning blankets the warm glow of the rickety lights.

I am not a fan of basements, but you made it imperative. Why must you be so dense? Why must you insist I punish you to make you learn? This could have been so easy! So simple.

You are suave and sexy, hands tied above your head with the chains even more so. Your body visibly flounders under its own steam. You are a muse!

And a muse by definition is bred in hardship. Apathy is misunderstood. What is it if not empathy itself, with its borders moved to suit a purpose. A lab rat isn't provided the luxury of empathy, is it? Yet still it's a benevolent task to find cure to diseases for people that shall always remain inconsequential.

But you are not inconsequential, are you, my love! No, you are not. I slide my hand along your abdomen and feel you reacting to me - the fear, the heat, the impending doom you have so smartly conceived. Your cheekbone sparks a hue of red from whence I first slapped you for acting out. Shiny as lust, magnetic as your lipstick.

"You are home now, my sweet." Your knees are buckled, held only under the duress of the flexing chains. I don't wish you harm, physical or emotional. But I shall do what's needed. What's required to mold you into your true purpose. I envy your intelligence, your creativity, your spirit; I really do. But what exactly has it borne? Prejudice? Hatred? A few seconds of orgasmic bliss occasionally with stupid men?

I will give you more than that. I will free you of your shackles of deciding your destiny. Ironically. You will come to love this, I promise you. You will see what I see in you. You will be mine!

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Have you ever had that horrible feeling that you are being watched? Toyed with? Well then, maybe this just might be to your style.

You are famous. Sexy. Intimidating. You have the world to your heels, and people on their feet wherever you go. You attract attention! Sometimes more than you like. More than you need. More than you might be able to bear.

Maybe I want to turn you into a bondage bunny and marry you in my basement. Maybe I want to pay you back for not loving me. Or maybe it's just a singular night of passion that I crave, once I realize you aren't the perfect doll I imagined you out to be.

Either way, you can, and you shall fight back. It's up to me to stop you. You shall try and escape. You might succeed. Or I might drag you by your hair back to my lair. Or better yet, my bed. You defeated my spirit, and I shall take what I want directly. Repeatedly.

Or you might develop a classical case of Stockholm Syndrome! Always what a heavy sprinkling of dub/non-con conceives, isn't it? And my personal favorite. Maybe you even make it back to Hollywood with my help! After all, I got to be rich. Anyone this psychopathic and resourceful is bound to be!

Perhaps we even get into a relationship. Passion, feeling of entrapment and gaslighting - have you ever known a perfect relationship without one?

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I play in first person. Preferably over Discord. And this post is open indefinitely.

What might you may bequeath me:

• Tell me what you like. To what extent you wish to give up control. Whether you wish for it to be non/dub-con throughout. Or move down a step to Stockholm Syndrome eventually. Or maybe just have a plain maladjusted, unstable romance, especially if you like playing a deranged, bipolar, self-destructive persona.
• Your kinks or merely your interests. It shall be a rollercoaster of emotions. In character, you might not have much say. But if I am to lead you into loving me, I am going to need cheat codes! Whether you prefer to be seduced and serenaded with extensive bondage over a slew of rough nights, or do you prefer being loved so intensely I can't just wait anymore to bed you!
• The story. Do I kidnap you? Am I a stranger or do I know you from before? Or would you rather just skip it and start directly in my arms? Or maybe, just maybe.. you are equally a sociopath and find a muse in me as much as I do in you. It's consensual, but so absolutely fucking violent & dysfunctional I don't mind you breaking 800 plates and 347 paintings in my penthouse every day, because at the end of each night, I break you in our bed as payment.

I love using celebrity references, and not just as mere face-claims! If that's something you might fancy, tell me your choices, else I have a huge list of names I might fancy.

I am 18+ and all participants must be 18+ too.

I had posted the add with much indifference. Sure, it's a relatively popular magazine and there is no better place than LA to post such an advertisement. But when was the last time someone even remotely pretty thought about being a muse to a twenty-something University student, for his/her accredited project. It is more hopeful than optimistic.

However, this is different. I crave substance more than outright glamor. Rather than the focus being on the dressage, this is aimed to glorify the visceral and the untamed inside the best of us. The otherwise unkindled spirit that makes a pair of handcuffs hot in the right context, and a prickly rose surreal. Humans find romanticism in the most gruesome of places, so a photoshoot with an aspiring or current model, as inexperienced she may be.. shall go exceedingly well with my naivety. Not to mention provide a wide berth to explore outside the comfort zone.

All that was before.

Now, I lie in await of the tangible personification of the call I received. There's nothing to say the call was even credible. What with the barrage of questions about props, duration and discretion. Having gotten no response other than yours anyways, I patiently had answered your queries. If I remember correctly, I did hear a ecstatic yet subtle squeal at the mention of bondage gear I have lined up for potential use. Made me smile.

Everything sounds almost too good to be true, with me not even knowing your name so far. Nevertheless, I wait eagerly at the decided time.. my heart a right wayward mess. Pulsating. Heaving. Fidgeting...

xxx xxx xxx

Heya lovely people!

If you like having a certain level of uncertainty in a roleplay, this shall suit perfectly to your tastes. A University student gets more than he could have ever hoped for, getting a chance to live his wildest fantasies with a model or an actress that would otherwise never bother with such an excursion.

Perhaps the humility of the task appeals to her. Or just the plain discretion to go back to the roots of the job she loved when she first started, and explore a kind of photoshoot that would otherwise be impossible without tarnishing her public image. Whatever the case might be, she decides to answer the add and finds herself uncharacteristically drawn to the raw appeal. What happens next is anyone's guess.

Or is it? I am open to exploring this prompt a heck of a lot of ways. Does the photoshoot ends up being just that? A photoshoot..

Or she unexpectedly develops a spark with the unassuming, flattered yet unintimidated guy.. only to come back in a more personal capacity next time.

Perhaps the escalating tumultuous tension results in a heavy, hot sex. Right on the makeshift set. Or worse.. she is made to have sex once the aforementioned handcuffs are "innocently" put to use. After all, it won't be a far cry to think a person can loose his restraint.. after using his restraints on her.

Whichever way we decide to take this premise, there will be collywobbles throughout. However, I don't wish for him to be intimidated. Surprised? Of course. Ecstatic? You bet! But he would be a professional throughout, that is until the barrier breaks into a deluge of depravity.

With him being a student, there's a very real chance that it could involve an age-gap depending on the name we mutually agree upon. Consequently, it can have either a more mature, sophisticated spin to the male character's personality or a relatively flirty, playful one. Either way, someone to walk toe to toe with the most elegant persona the big screen can provide.

Favorites: *Amy Adams, *Kiernan Shipka, Felicity Jones, Alicia Vikander, *Sydney Sweeney, Charlize Theron, Kristen Stewart, Ana de Armas, *Blake Lively, Emma Watson, *Bella Thorne, Emma Stone, Emma Roberts, Gillian Anderson, Carla Gugino, Alison Brie, Betty Gilpin, Eva Green, *Emily Blunt, Léa Seydoux, Margot Robbie, Jennifer Lawrence, Kate Beckinsale, Alexandra Daddario, Kate Upton, Kate Mara, *Padma Lakshmi, Selena Gomez, *Hailee Steinfeld, Natalie Dormer, Natalie Portman, *Christina Hendricks, Brie Larson, Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen, Aubrey Plaza, Rachel McAdams, Rachel Weisz, Isla Fisher, *Emmanuelle Chriqui, Olivia Wilde, Olivia Munn, Madeline Brewer, Sadie Sink, *Milla Jovovich, Lily James, *Jessica Chastain, Rebecca Ferguson, *Amber Heard, Jillian Rose Banks, Astrid S, Keira Knightley, Cobie Smulders, *Emilia Clarke, Emma Chamberlain, Thomasin McKenzie, *Emmy Rossum, Amanda Seyfried, Victoria Justice, Rose Leslie, Mandy Moore, Sophie Turner, Lili Reinhart, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Marina Diamondis, *Hunter Schafer. Open to suggestions still!

DMs open until the post is up.

I am 18+ and all characters should be 18+ too.

The air recoils at the lewd kiss of the leather against your bare skin. Half in intimidation, half in envy.

Just to think that a month ago, the only encounters we had were unplanned. Oblivious to their gravity, ignorant as to the place they would soon occupy in our memory. If not for our personal/professional proximity, you wouldn't have been here quivering. Pulsating.. writhing in utter desire. Or given me a second look even for crying out loud. Those fleeting glances were all we had for such a long time. Each one a millisecond longer than the last.. those mutual glints, flanked by a blushing grin as we passed each other on set.. all culminated to this.

I swing again.

You are actually savoring it. There is gratuitous pleasure dripping from your voice. Pleasure that culminates in heat over your body and more specifically your ass.. but still you deny to explicitly accept it. I can live with that. I am in no hurry. The leather can definitely last longer than your skin, however plush your ass cheeks may be. This time it's carnal. Impulsive... and indignant.

"Don't forget to count!" I will myself to breathe.

You flail in place, as the cold glass surface melts against the heat of your body. A slew of whimpers percolate through your delicate lips, and diffuse into the room. Like a fresh dessert every time to the pièce de résistance, that is each spank. Ethereal and aesthetic, you flounder.

Consequently I flutter, and not just my heart. I flutter with my whole damn psyche! Ironically similar to when those lavish regal long dresses swayed along your frame during the shoot. It was a tedious task in itself to get every pleat just right, every measurement just precise.. but the end result had been fascinating to say the least. Not to mention each second we spent together brought us here.. and I wouldn't mind risking the world for it.

"three." The barest of whispers from your lips forms condensation along the table.. same table where we were supposed to have my birthday dinner. We still will, albeit with a renewed appetite.

I kiss your cheek, and deliver the fourth. You have been utterly stubborn ever since we got together, and that aspect is one which I always cherished. To see you be the big bad bitch to anyone that crossed you. Same reason it's all the more rewarding when you do eventually break under my steam. However, this time.. it's much more of a rush. Because for this instance, I have a reason. A motivation to claim you.. this is my bespoke reward for helping you out. Like the fourth wall that you broke to come lunge at me. You may not allow me to replicate this again, but do you even need to? In my eyes, I have already fallen for you. Desperate and inundated by you. We were sharing fleeting eye contacts since before they were fashionable, and we will be sharing fleeting gleeful glints till they run of fashion.

Your spine quivers and bulges under the skin, cresting with desires flowing beneath it. The last and the fifth hit is more mellow. Less unhurried. Like a steady salacious coal burning with desire. I listen.. with my whole body. Too.

You have a few years of experience on me; in age, in profession, and in just about every conceivable field of life. Yet your refusal to accept your place, but eagerness to succumb to my strength is all the more invigorating. Obstinate in your acceptance of being owned by me, yet brash in your show of arousal in being punished. Which inevitably makes me fall all the more for you.

I think I have the power. But do I? Or am I merely a victim of your persuasion...

xxx xxx xxx

Corny? Perhaps. Potential? I fucking hope so..

If you harbor a similar obsession for all things sexual and sadistic, and managed to stick around until the end, my DM is wide open for you. My character's profession is intentionally left vague, to fit in whatever plot we come up with.

The prompt was framed around an older celebrity paired with a younger guy, for no reason other than the dynamic being sexy to me! Or when the gal is taller, yet subservient. Or both even. However, that's all open to discussion. Especially if the character you choose doesn't physically suit those constraints.

I wish for them to enjoy a healthy, well oiled and well communicated relationship, having equal say regardless of status. With love being the facilitator in their mutual self-discovery. However, that being said, I am also very happy for them to indulge in an infidel relationship! Especially if the celebrity we choose is married in real life.

My kinks are immensely varied and flexible, with a strong focus on BDSM, build-up and romance. And I much rather prefer to play in first person.

Favorites: Hailee Steinfeld, *Bella Thorne, *Amber Heard, *Felicity Jones, Margot Robbie, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain, Emma Stone, Emma Roberts, *Emily Blunt, Selena Gomez, Léa Seydoux, Kristen Stewart, Brie Larson, Scarlett Johansson, Sadie Sink, *Emmy Rossum, Elizabeth Olsen, Emma Watson, Natalie Dormer, Sophie Turner, Alicia Vikander, *Emilia Clarke, Kaley Cuoco, *Emmanuelle Chriqui, Selena Gomez, Kate Mara, Kate Upton, Alexandra Daddario, Hayley Atwell, *Eva Green, Charlize Theron, *Kate Beckinsale, Kaya Scodelario, *Blake Lively, Olivia Wilde, Olivia Munn, Mandy Moore, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Megan Fox, Betty Gilpin, Alison Brie, *Alicia Witt, Lauren Cohan, Rachel Weisz, Melanie Laurent, Rose Leslie, Rebecca Ferguson, *Sydney Sweeney, *Dakota Johnson, Lili Reinhart, Eiza González, Naomi Scott, *Kiernan Shipka, Emma Chamberlain, *Milla Jovovich, Marina Diamondis, Jillian Rose Banks, Melissa Benoist, *Natalie Portman, Mila Kunis, Lucy Hale, Victoria Justice, Kat Dennings, Victoria Pedretti, Madeline Brewer, Ana de Armas, *Yvonne Strahovski, Keira Knightley, *Amy Adams, Phoebe Dynevor, Amanda Seyfried, Lily James, *Jennifer Lawrence, Cobie Smulders and Rachel McAdams. Still open to suggestions.

If you are looking for a dom/sub relationship, featuring a deep romantic connection, and willing to shoe in the effort to formulate detailed responses, that's all we need to work on together.

DMs stay open as long as the post is up!

I am 18+ and all characters should be 18+ too.

"You are beautiful..." I coo uncensored.. driven by the alcohol, fueled with the mischievous glint in your eyes.

Until now, the finicky glances passing by over the stairs is all we have had. You took the stairs to keep in shape. I took them for those lingering eye contacts... falling over the banister to catch one last look of your receding frame.

I sigh. Quivering under your calm, piercing gaze. Like a breeze on a still summer day. My words made you smile.. reflect upon what has been amiss. In your life, in your relationships, in your partners..

We shouldn't be here, together in your living room. You shouldn't allow yourself to be this vulnerable with a messy young character like me.. putting on this leggy display, curled up like a yarn in your wooden chair. I am just the guy living across the hall, that you asked to babysit your daughter while the characteristic throng of young adults are out partying for the summer.

The apartment with your kind of fame shouldn't feel this snug...

Your myriad skin features shouldn't beckon to me this warm...

Glow from the rickety table lamp shouldn't make you this magnetic...

Yet, here we are. You haven't had an easy life, professional or personal.. but all of it led you here. To me. In the next moment, or it felt like the very next moment.. we kiss.. humming and gasping as we save on precious air together. The step you took to hurtle yourself to me eludes my memory. All I realize, all that that matters.. is your dainty, gorgeous form.. a feather in my lap, hovering in front of my dilated eyes.. ready to be caressed and treasured. I succumb.

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The prompt is perhaps a tiny bit rough around the edges, but hopefully it conveys the gist of the plot. It need not be used as a starter, just a thematic representation of the roleplay. If I have somehow held your interest with the information shoed in within the limited space, I would be happy to brainstorm the final dynamic between our characters. A single parent is merely a non-mandatory muse. A detail. But again, there is where the devil lies. To add chagrin if you may.

With the juxtaposition of the age gap, I aim to highlight the differing yet parallel aspects of two personalities, brought together by mere destiny. It will be messy. And it will be exhausting. Yet they wouldn't want to change it for the world. Although I wish to ease them into their relationship after their first hook-up, slowly at every stage. Plagued with doubts.. supported by kink and love.

However kinky they are is up for discussion. Behind closed doors and away from her professional life, she will now be able to indulge in everything she was ashamed for. However, just a vanilla romance works with me too!

I also aim to include in this roleplay the thought process of our characters. The angst, the apprehensions, the gradual acceptance of our deplorable selves... not to mention include the physical aspects in great detail. There would be a sharp focus on the storyline instead of only smut. Hence demanding a heavy preference on detailed, long term roleplay. The frequency of replies isn't a concern for me either. I believe if done right, something which is usually frowned upon, has the potential to blossom into something abominably beautiful.

I have added some names I find adorable enough to shake up my visceral self, and which suit the prompt. Very preferably who is a mother in real life. We can certainly brainstorm another prompt to suit the personality and life of the corresponding celebrity, albeit with the theme of a deplorably passionate romance. Be patient with me, and I promise to pour my soul out for you.

First person writing is much appreciated.

There is a good chance I haven't received a response if you are still reading this. I promise I am not half as scary as the length of the prompt might suggest. Unless you want me to be. ;)

See ya!

"You are beautiful..." I coo uncensored.. driven by the alcohol, fueled with the mischievous glint in your eyes.

Until now, the finicky glances passing by over the stairs is all we have had. You took the stairs to keep in shape. I took them for those lingering eye contacts... falling over the banister to catch one last look of your receding frame.

I sigh. Quivering under your calm, piercing gaze. Like a breeze on a still summer day. My words made you smile.. reflect upon what has been amiss. In your life, in your relationships, in your partners..

We shouldn't be here, together in your living room. You shouldn't allow yourself to be this vulnerable with a messy young character like me.. putting on this leggy display, curled up like a yarn in your wooden chair. I am just the guy living across the hall, that you asked to babysit your daughter while the characteristic throng of young adults are out partying for the summer.

The apartment with your kind of fame shouldn't feel this snug...

Your myriad skin features shouldn't beckon to me this warm...

Glow from the rickety table lamp shouldn't make you this magnetic...

Yet, here we are. You haven't had an easy life, professional or personal.. but all of it led you here. To me. In the next moment, or it felt like the very next moment.. we kiss.. humming and gasping as we save on precious air together. The step you took to hurtle yourself to me eludes my memory. All I realize, all that that matters.. is your dainty, gorgeous form.. a feather in my lap, hovering in front of my dilated eyes.. ready to be caressed and treasured. I succumb.

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The prompt is perhaps a tiny bit rough around the edges, but hopefully it conveys the gist of the plot. It need not be used as a starter, just a thematic representation of the roleplay. If I have somehow held your interest with the information shoed in within the limited space, I would be happy to brainstorm the final dynamic between our characters. A single parent is merely a non-mandatory muse. A detail. But again, there is where the devil lies. To add chagrin if you may.

With the juxtaposition of the age gap, I aim to highlight the differing yet parallel aspects of two personalities, brought together by mere destiny. It will be messy. And it will be exhausting. Yet they wouldn't want to change it for the world. Although I wish to ease them into their relationship after their first hook-up, slowly at every stage. Plagued with doubts.. supported by kink and love.

However kinky they are is up for discussion. Behind closed doors and away from her professional life, she will now be able to indulge in everything she was ashamed for. However, just a vanilla romance works with me too!

I also aim to include in this roleplay the thought process of our characters. The angst, the apprehensions, the gradual acceptance of our deplorable selves... not to mention include the physical aspects in great detail. There would be a sharp focus on the storyline instead of only smut. Hence demanding a heavy preference on detailed, long term roleplay. The frequency of replies isn't a concern for me either. I believe if done right, something which is usually frowned upon, has the potential to blossom into something abominably beautiful.

I have added some names I find adorable enough to shake up my visceral self, and which suit the prompt. Very preferably who is a mother in real life. We can certainly brainstorm another prompt to suit the personality and life of the corresponding celebrity, albeit with the theme of a deplorably passionate romance. Be patient with me, and I promise to pour my soul out for you.

First person writing is much appreciated.

There is a good chance I haven't received a response if you are still reading this. I promise I am not half as scary as the length of the prompt might suggest. Unless you want me to be. ;)

See ya!