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Thread: Futa/F Or Futa/Futa/ Roleplays (Now on Discord)

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Thread: On a quest for love (M/F)

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I've added a few pairings and other things to the main post. Pairings Mental PatientDoctor PiratePirate Naval Captain Pirate Captain
Thread: On a quest for love (M/F)

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Thread: Couldn't really find any other place to put this but could use some help

Hello everyone who comes across this post. As the title says I could use some help in the form of some kind soul either male or female to talk to and get some help figuring some things out. I have been rping since around '99 I don't expect to talk to someone who has that much experience but someone who does have some time under their belt so to speak. As much as I love my rp partners this is not one of those things I feel I can talk about with them. I am sorry if this is the wrong thread to put this in. Hope to hear from someone.
Thread: Couldn't really find any other place to put this but could use some help

I've been role-playing for 15 years. What do you need help with?
Thread: Couldn't really find any other place to put this but could use some help

Would it be alright to message you?
Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

He didn't know exactly how it happened, but one thing led to another and here he was, a simple human disguised under the name Damian Strand, supposedly 18 years old, preparing for a stupid night to do stupid things. He Googled a bunch of silly ideas in which he was sure to hate himself for in another lifetime but for now, it's time for this night . Sent her a gorgeous-fitting red dress? Check. Nude pumps to match it? Check. A shining necklace? Check again. Now all that's left is to send that stupid text message. Hey. We're celebrating your birthday today. Don't be late! The Palace, 800pm. I'll see your ridiculous girly look there tonight. Of course, he never really means his teases. It's just how they are after being friends for years -- human years, at least. Tonight, Damian was going to confess. No, he won't tell her he's the one and only Samael summoned and bound by blood and soul by his best friend's father. It's not the first, definitely. This wasn't the first pact between a foolish human and him but this is, by far, the strangest. He was supposed to be a distant guardian. He was supposed to be an on-looker and watched over from afar, or perhaps during his free time, but here he was, preparing a date night for her. A date night. To confess his feelings. His feelings . Demons aren't supposed to have feelings but perhaps disguising as a human for nearly a decade and spending nearly every single day with her changed all that, and now he was stumbling all over the place to give her a perfect night. Damian checked his watch. 730 PM. Too fucking early, but it's okay. He needed time to calm himself down. Why are humans so stupid? Why are their neurons wired differently? You want a girl, go for it. Why does it have to be so hard to get things done? Sighing, Damian opted to stop pacing around the small secluded space in the restaurant which he reserved for their night. The red roses were prepped up on the table, his dress shirt was all neat and pressed. All there is to do is to wait for her arrival. He texted her, You better not be late or else I'm getting that necklace back!
Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

She lost her balance and fell back down on the floor, and all he could do was watch. She started sputtering out words, words which held no meaning to him, and none of her emotional cries tugged on his locked-away heartstrings. Only ask questions you're ready for, Navaeh. He said. It will be such an unfortunate thing, you know, to want something so bad and not be able to handle the outcome. Lust filled his human body. Seeing her there, helpless with his shirt draped on her just about a few inches down her creamy white thighs, a familiar sensation of lust for his very own friend came back. At one point, he nearly lost his composure. In his mind he was already taking that one fabric off, but the events of last night made him remember what laid under it. She was kissed with marks that weren't his and the blood trailing down her leg was proof of it. Bringing his hands up to his temples to massage the sensation away, Damian stood up and stomped away from the poor girl. From the drawer, he took a black leather wallet and some keys. The latter one he threw towards her. Keep everything locked, stay away from everyone. If you leave, I'll know, so don't you even dare. Give me a while and while you're at it, rest. Damian stormed out of the apartment without another word. His black car was still parked in his rented parking space and without even thinking twice, he sped out into the city. . . . About an hour and a half later, he came back with a bunch of bags at hand. He picked out a bunch of packed meals from the convenience store, some fresh fruits from the grocery, and some paper bags contained a week's worth of simple clothes for her. It's crazy how even after a decade, he still knows how to pick garments out for her. At one point, she loved dresses so he gave her lots of that, including a red one which was supposed to be gently slipped away and discarded on the floor before giving her a night of loving she'd definitely not forget. Shaking his thoughts aside, Damian parked his car back on his space and unloaded the items. He carried the clothing and undergarments with one hand and the food with the other. Heading up to the fourth floor and on the last room at the corridor, it only took his mind to unlock the door of his flat. He left the paper bags on the table before proceeding to his study desk. By then, his smartphone was already fully charged. Hello, St. Michaels? Yeah, we'll be there today. Kindly have the doctor wait out for Damian Strand. Thank you. He then made another phone call to schedule a cleaning on his flat while they're away. And with that, he glanced around the room for the girl. These aren't poisoned, if that's what you're thinking. Eat up and fix yourself. Somewhere in the bags was a red dress. It wasn't the one he had gotten before, but it was equally gorgeous and the next thing he knew is his credit card was being swiped for the purchase. An unnecessary piece of clothing, really, but it was there among everything else he had gotten.
Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

You didn't have to do that. She spoke when he paid for her medicine, but the payment was already done with before he could take it back. Dr. Shaw passed them as she talked to a nurse, and Navaeh gave her a thankful smile, only to have a shy grin sent her way. Right. She already forgotten about her. It's better off that way... Damian was respectful, allowing her the space she needed to process everything in the car ride. Her father was dead, she didn't have a job, no place to go. Maybe I'll sell my soul too. I have no use for it anymore. She thought to herself, thankful that she could speak her mind inside of her head without worry for judgement. They passed the street of the apartment, and instead, continued to drive. She didn't question his decision. The ride was nice. It was nice to be with him again, even if it meant that he was a demon in disguise. It was still Damian. Her Damian... If only he realized she fell as hard for him as he did for her. A park? Weird, and not what she had expected, but appreciated the chance to get some fresh air. He lead the way, and she followed. A nostalgic memory flooded the visions in her head. They had a few picnics before in the past, usually in a park such as this. They'd eat turkey sandwiches she would make and he would tell her of how good they were. It's only turkey and bread and mayonnaise and tomato... Navaeh would argue, but he still loved the lunch meat that she put together for them. Her memory faded, and he was still there. And as she was thinking about him staying close to her, the words pierced her heart. You're free now. Was he tossing her out into the open like a puppy in the process of getting abandoned? She was too shocked to respond, and usually she would retaliate, fight back. She wanted to hear what he had to say though. Keys flung her way, and she could tell he was broken. For the first time in ten years she could see his emotion. Damian, you act like I wanted to leave. You know... she breathed in heavily, not wanting to erupt in tears. You know, I wanted to be with you just as badly as you did. She admitted, her heart split open as her feelings poured into the cracks of his shattered heart. But he was walking away. Just like that puppy in the commercials. All alone. Lost. Wondering where it's owner was going. Damian! She chased after him, and she couldn't believe she was running. Running towards the man she fell for all those years ago. I can't let you slip out of my life again. Not now... not in a time like this... Her arms coiled around his waist, her head burying into the middle of where his shoulder blades were. It was so nice to hold him, to smell him. He was so warm, so soft... as she remembered. Damn, she missed him so badly. I can't... not another loss... please... she wept, trying to find the right words to say to make him stay. Can I give you my soul? To be with you? I don't need the fancy things in life, I just need you. I don't want to be free, I... I don't know how to be.
Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

Navaeh wondered what was going on through those searching hues as they stared into her own. Damian was always quiet when thinking, and it was noticeable when he was. He made it hard to read him, but she couldnt doubt that he was thinking about her offer. And with that, they went home. Together. Now, she was the silent one. Tucking her legs in towards her chest, her arms would wrap around her small legs as her cheeks rested on her kneecaps. Night time was beautiful in his tiny apartment as she gazed out the bay window she rested on. Lights flickered as cars sped by, the distant noise of the city in the background playing in her eardrums. She didnt mean to jump when he started to speak, catching her off guard. Thats alright, Im not too worried about clothes right now. She spoke in a bland way, not really concerned about the style of her apparel. Was this how depression felt? She would question herself as she searched for the answer in the busy streets of New York. Here she was with him, what she wanted, and yet she wasnt happy. Damians sudden loss for words caused her head to tilt to the side in confusion, looking up at him and not understanding what his deal was. Wheres that confident, cocky composure he just wore not too long ago? Now would be her time to break the stubborn stillness. Lifting herself up from the bay window she would walk past him and stride over towards the bed. Im not hungry. Im not thirsty. The ache in her throat and the rumbles in her stomach would have disagreed with her, but she didnt want to even put anything in her mouth. Im just going to lay down. My body still isnt feeling well. Removing the covers, she allowed her body to snake onto the mattress before covering her chilled body. I dont want to be rich in money, but I want to be rich in love. With you. It was random and off topic, but it had been on her mind since they left the park. He didnt allow her the chance to say it when they were there. Progressively her cheeks grew hotter, grasping the words that were slipping from her tongue. The mortification wasnt enough to conclude her words. If thats the only way to be with you take it. I dont want it. I dont need it. This soul of mine. She rushed the words out, knowing that she may regret it if given the chance to think about it.
Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

Her words reached the Damian that once was, somewhere buried deep inside Samael. She was willing to make the pact all for the sake of love, the love he was once freely willing to give. He would, once more, but these emotions were, all of a sudden, new to him again. Silently, he watched her take her place on his bed and he would follow, but he only sat at its edge and looked at her as she spoke. You're tired and weary, Navaeh, he said. Someday, we shall speak about this again. For now, do me a favor and heal. Live. When you wake up in the morning, I'll be here. Averting her gaze, Damian looked at the small space of the slightly parted curtains. The moon shone somewhere far off. He had always been fascinated with the moon. It's lovely, how something which cannot bear light would, once in a while, make the night sky brighter than usual. Maybe, he would try again. Maybe, he would be her little light in her dark, cruel hell on earth. Smiling to himself, Damian lifted up his hand and produced a small fire gently floating up his palm. It flickered along with the air coming from the ac, giving his small unit a soft, dancing, orange hue. See this? He said, scooting closer to her yet still maintaining a little bit of space. The fire continued burning. I once felt a spark of human emotions towards this stubborn little girl. Spending years and years with her, the spark turned into a burning sensation I was afraid I'd lose control of. Along with his story, the fire on his palm grew and turned blue -- the purest and most fiery flame of all. It burned all over me, a burning passion to just stay by her side. To watch her, to be her human for as long as her lifetime would allow. The soft glows accented parts of his face which would make her see that as he spoke, he looked right at her. But just like that, the years it took to grow that fire, it was taken away in an instant. Damian closed his hand and in an instant, the blue flame went away. Silence. He was silent for a moment but after a little while, he produced another small flame. It was so small, like the ones they would usually see lighting candles, it barely gave light to the dark room. The fire is still here somewhere, Navaeh. He said. I can feel its warmth deep down. Help me grow this again? And with that, Damian lifted up his other hand and created small balls of fires that danced around in a circle right above them. He hoped, in a sense, that would help her relax.
Thread: New Queen // {BearXBarker}

The way the man moved reminded her of a cat on the prowl, each step taken deliberately and each move cautious, his body swaying with his movements just slightly. His skin looked like he was carved of the finest stones, everything about him hard angles and alluring. She felt an urge then, so foreign to her that she knew it wasnt her own. She wanted desperately to reach out and touch him, let her fingertips brush down his chest and over his hips before she gave herself over to him completely. She found herself imagining what it would look like if she removed his clothing here in the alleyway, letting her lips trail down every inch of him as she-- She was fantasizing and her sex was growing wet, her eyes blinking slow. Samaira pulled herself from those thoughts, but they had already left their mark on her. She moved towards him as he started to move away, her own hips finding a sway of their own. Previously, shed been moving in a way that screamed she didnt want to be noticed, with her small and quick steps and stiff posture. But now, her hips swayed and her back was straight, letting her breasts round out the bodice of her dress as she closed space between herself and the man that looked as if he was made of the most deliciously forbidden candies. Wait-- She had to move quickly or she would lose him in the crowd, and so she did the only thing she could think of. Her feet were quick as she closed the space between them, twisting herself around almost as if she were dancing, her eyes coming to meet his again. She was breathless, speechless even. But her mind finally struggled after floundering around for words that were in a language he spoke. I was speaking to you, She told him, her hand still gripping his wrist tight. It felt like electricity was running through them, her body throbbing now with a need to feel him touch her, a feeling that she hadnt experienced since she was a young girl and making love for the first time. It was hard to think with this in her head, but she pushed past it. I saw you, She stated, but that much was obvious, You were a boy. I saw you change into a man. She added, though the scene still didnt make much sense in her head. She closed her eyes for a moment to find focus, but it was hard. Images passed before her of the men shed first had sex with. Theyd been sensual and soft with her, fucking her slow and tenderly as she lay a moaning, needy thing beneath them. It had been all pleasure in the beginning and shed loved every minute of it. It had been an addiction shed been willing to feed, if it meant that she had food in her belly and clothes on her back. When she opened her eyes, they were burning with desire, her teeth biting her lip tenderly. What are you?
Thread: New Queen // {BearXBarker}

Samaira wasn't sure what was worse - being so close to him and not touching him or him finally touching her but only briefly. His fingers felt like they burned trails on her skin as he tucked away stray hairs beneath her head dress. She hadn't even been aware they'd fallen loose but she couldn't have cared right now. She was spellbound by him, not by just his looks but by something she couldn't quite place. Her body felt more alive than it had in the past few years and she desperately wanted to make love to him, publicly, in this filthy alley way. He seemed to know the desires that passed through her head though she wouldn't dare voice them, even being the whore that she was. His voice made her want to lean in and feel the way his lips worked against his own and the fantasies of that honey tongue between her thighs nearly drove her wild. Even for a creature born of lust and human need, she had never felt like this towards a man before. If she'd thought once about not following him, it was sealed as his lips finally captured hers in a moment of sudden passion. There was no resistance to her as the burning coals in her heart burst to vibrant flames, her hands suddenly hungry on him as she pulled him in closer to her and her tongue danced with his. His mouth tasted like foreign spices of a land she'd never known and she was hungry for him as if she hadn't eaten in weeks and he was the finest delicacy. Her sex responded with eager delight for such an intimate moment and for a moment she could dimly feel the distant memories of orgasms long since had, her body clenching as she fought a moan that lingered in her throat. Her eyes were distant as he pulled away from the kiss, her lips wanting more and body almost brazen enough to attempt to take it from him. But no, this wasn't the place and the people were now starting to stare at the two of them. It wasn't a secret of what her trade was and this would be bad for business to be seen giving away her goods for free to a man such as him, tempting though he may be. I, She stammered for words, trying to find sense of anything in her suddenly swirling world, her eyes moving from the on-lookers before she turned her full attention back to him. There was no denying him. There was no fighting the passion still left to be explored and the depths of pleasures she wanted to go with him. Yes. I will follow.
Thread: New Queen // {BearXBarker}

This man that was not a man was quite a confusion creature, she decided, as he worked his way through the formalities of coming to know her. It was almost a strange question for him to ask her name when there was so much more to be said between them, but also a bit of familiarity in the way they were supposed to act. Shed kissed him but didnt even know his name, and hed desired her without knowing hers. She didnt dwell on it, but instead offered him a soft and rather coy smile that was typically reserved for her high-paying customers. I am Samaira. It is a pleasure, Aaron. If he wanted to go through formalities, she would be formal. There was nothing formal about the rest of things. His hand took hers and she was alive once again as he lead her away, through the hot sun of the day and clearing her mind of everything shed been planning for her day. Typically, she refused to travel far from her brothel for fear of molestation from the hungry hands of man, but there was something about him that made her trust him without a doubt. His touch drove her wild and just the warmth of his hand was enough that the images of her hundreds of encounters over the years filtered back through. Every passionate kiss and soft lingering touch on her skin, every gentle moan and deep thrust. She felt her holes filled again and again with the ghosts of her past and she was trapped in those moments in ecstasy, not quite experiencing anything but definitely not experiencing nothing. She was a sailor lost at sea and he was curiously watching her drift. The torment didnt end until his hand released hers and she was brought rushing back to the present, breathless and wiping away sweat from her face. He seemed equally exhausted, but at the same time invigorated. She was silent as he stripped himself of his shirt, her teeth biting into her lip as she examined his nude torso. He looked to be sculpted of the earth itself and she wanted to touch him again, to remove his trousers and fill her mouth with his cock Her mind was still wandering down the pathway of sucking him into satisfaction when he offered the half-full bucket to her, his body dripping with water. Please. She offered a small smile and took it, tilting it back over her head. Even in this heat she did not remove her headdress, but let it be plastered against her skin as the water soaked her. It made her clothes cool and the breeze amplified everything, her eyes closing in a moment of serenity. Samaira didnt bask in it, but instead turned her attention back to Aaron. Will you answer my question now, Aaron?