Netorare (寝取られ) is a sexual fetish designed to cause sexual jealousy by way of having a character indulge in sexual activity with someone other than the protagonist.
Would your character cheat on a significant other? Under the right circumstances? Never? Well, luckily, the hotel is perfectly adept at creating extenuating circumstances and pocket universe AUs where anything can happen. Yes, anything - even your most loyal heroes and faithful hopeless romantic cheating.
Not just cheating, though. They're loving getting it from someone else, no matter what the case may be. Perhaps they're guilty, perhaps not. Whatever that means, they're addicted to sex with this interloper. This phenomenon is called "spooking" in English, and in Japanese, the kink is called netorare. In the latter, the tale almost always begins with reluctance upon the part of the one being stolen away, yet ends up with them willing and eager to break the heart of the one they loved.
Today's offering will allow you to play these scenarios from many angles: from the one cheating, to the one "stealing" them away, and even from the one being cheated on. It also allows for some peering into psychological and emotional kinks. Not all is dark and dire, though; there is some romance and fluff to be had even here. Of course, most situations will be...sticky.
Don't think too much into that.
HOW TO PLAY
• Comment with your character and preferences. Be sure to include if you'd prefer playing the theif or the stolen, though be open to both for maximum use of the meme. Most characters can switch depending on the prompts.
• Comment to others.
• Let RNG decide your prompts or pick them out yourselves.
• Remember, not all cheating will involve mustache-twirling villains. Your character doesn't have to be a bad person to do these, necessarily.
• Note that in netorare, the stolen party doesn't have to be in a romantic relationship when they're taken away. They can be a friend, parent, or sibling of whom they're pulled from.
PROMPTS
stolen
① Willing: You are completely willing from the beginning in this affair, out of cruelty or something else.
② Reluctant: At the beginning, you are not consenting to this without either serious coercion or blackmail. Yet, as time goes on, you become willing. Maybe even more so than the initially willing person.
③ In Love: This is the fluffy, romantic prompt. You're in a relationship with a person you don't love, and you're cheating with the person you really care for.
④ Too Good: You don't want to keep this up, but the sex is way too amazing.
⑤ Drugged: You're addicted to the drugs that make you addicted to the sex.
⑥ Prostitution: This was at first a way to make money; now, you like your work.
⑦ Slutification: Once, you were such a nice, pure person. These days, you're modified into the type who'd just love to be fucked and show it in all the lewdest ways.
⑧ Trying to Stop: You can stop seeing them in secret at any time!
⑨ They Give Me Nothing: Your significant other can't satisfy you at all because of lack of time, lack of attention, or lack of endowments.
⑩ No One Can Do It Like You: Only your illicit lover can make you feel this way. There's no replacement.
⑪ Age Difference: You need someone younger than you with more stamina or someone older with more experience.
⑫ Forced to Watch: The person being cheated on is brought in to watch against their will, usually by extreme force.
⑬ Brainwashed: You love this because someone's screwed with your head.
⑬ Consensual: Actually, the person your with knows all about this and encourages it. You're swingers!
⑮ Fucked Silly: You don't know what you want in your own addled mind.
⑯ Pushed Away: You wouldn't do this if your lover didn't ignore and hurt you all the time.
thief
① Because I Can: There's no real reason to take this person from someone aside from seeing if you can.
② Revenge: They ruined your life...you'll ruin theirs by tearing apart relationships.
③ To Hurt the One You Love: You want to get the best of your enemy, and to do this, you're turning their closest person against them and dependent on you/adoring of you.
④ If I Can't Have You: You wanted this person in the past. Now that they're with someone else, you don't want them, but you don't want them to be with their significant other, either.
⑤ One-Sided Love: Your intentions are pure. You love them, and they should be with you! They just don't know it yet.
⑥ You Belong to Me: You're not the person's main squeeze, yet you want to be and you want everyone to know that you're having sex. So you're marking them up, not being subtle, having sex in risky places...
⑦ Impregnation: The ultimate show of ownership is pregnancy, so you'd love to get your secret lover with child and get away with it all.
⑧ Brainwashed: You'd never steal someone away normally, but you're under the influence of evil.
⑨ Ruin You for Anyone Else: They'll never find pleasure with others, no matter what. |
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bakerstreet2018-11-11 03:32 pm
Nagisa Hazuki || Free! || m/m
Kiara Sessyoin | Fate/ | ota
gillian | oc | f/m, f/futa
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“So you've come back again.”
There's no surprise in Kiara's voice or expression just amusement as she glances over at Gillian. She knew the girl would be back soon after the last time, it was just a matter of how soon. After experiencing her gifts, it's rare for someone to not pay her another visit. And each return visit only makes it that much harder to walk away for good.
And that's not the only thing that's harder around here, as the shaft between her legs twitches, stirring to life in the presence of what's in front of her. And it's completely on display out in the open as she lounges on the couch, clad only in an apron and little more. To her, there's little reason to dress up for company at this point.
“I had a feeling this might happen, but if you'd like to tell me why, I'd love to hear it.”
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"That's... That is..."
For just a second, she glances back, her eyes landing squarely on the space between Kiara's thighs before they dart away again. It's embarrassing, the way her body reacts to just that image. Fingers digging harder into cloth, she tries to focus on its coarse texture rather than the memories she's just stirred up, or the urge to drop obediently to her knees. At least her tone manages to remain prickly as she asks, "Are you really going to make me spell it out?"
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She giggles a little, knowing she's making her uncomfortable. She doesn't have the slightest issue with putting her on the spot. Gillian came to her, after all. And if she can't tell her, that's fine with her. She'll still let the girl experience the monster continuing to thicken and swell as if it has a life of its own. The succubus girl is too good a catch to pass up and Kiara's found her slow moral decay to be something worth investing in.
“But if you don't want to be honest, that's fine. You can tell me what excuse you made before coming over instead. Who did you reject this time and what did you tell them?”
She'll take that as payment as well. It's definitely giving Gillian a rough choice, but she doesn't think she'll leave. Not after some of the things that were said the last time they were together.
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And 'monster' is the right word for it. Gillian doesn't peek again, but she doesn't have to, entirely capable of imagining its size and shape as it grows and pushes against that apron. She tries to tell herself that's the only reason she's here, but she doesn't know if that makes it better or worse. It's such a simple, base reason... But at the same time, it's not something she can find anywhere. None of the men in her life have been able to give her anything like it, certainly.
"I... I said my mom is sick and needs me to run errands for her. So, I can't see him today. My boyfriend."
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“My, my. You're so busy you can't see him all day? These must be quite the demanding errands you've been tasked with.”
She shifts slightly on the couch, her hand tugging at her apron slightly to relieve some of the pressure. Her erection tenting against her apron does provide a wonderful image to her partners, but it isn't always comfortable.
“So why don't you come over here and get started?"
Darcy Lewis | Thor/MCU | OTA
Loki | mcu | ota
Loki | 2005's Jakub Ćwiek's "Kłamca" vol.1 | OTA, pan
Salem | RWBY | OTA
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Maybe Salem found usefulness in another monster looking to punish the gods and coaxed him onto her side of things. Maybe Salem found other usefulness in him too, wink wink.]
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Between the shapeshifting, muscle and more perverse talents I'd imagine Bigby's more ferocious nature would be a large difference and an object of great interest that appeals to the changed nature of her being.]
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I can write a starter a little later, if you'd like. Does setting it shortly before the beginning of volume 1 work?]
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The second is that thinking about it, it wouldn't just be Ozpin getting cucked would it? It'd be Tyrian too what with all his devotion to his 'goddess'.]
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I was thinking that too, about Tyrian! I'd say "poor guy" but it's Tyrian, so yeah, sucks to be him.]
oh my god this got so wordy to set the scene DO NOT FEEL OBLIGATED TO MATCH THIS TAG LENGTH
The results were questionable. Some days his creation, who ended up going by the name Bigby, would wander human settlements without incident (though his gruff demeanor didn't make him very endearing to many). Others he would take on a more bestial form, leaving towns in ruins in his wake. No one connected the two; how could a man also be the hulking monstrosity that ripped buildings from their foundations with a single breath?
No one wanted to meet the big bad wolf.
When Salem went about trying to beseech the aid of the kingdoms of the world in open revolution against the gods, he took no interest. The squabbles of man were no concern of his. But when mankind failed and faced eradication as its punishment, Salem was the only human left.
Bigby, at least, was not human. Not entirely. He did not die, but as the years went on and he found food harder and harder to come by, his humanity began to wither. Eventually, that hunger for sustenance became itself devoured by a new hunger - a hunger to crush the throats of the gods themselves, who left him hungry and forgotten on this sad excuse for a world. He knew one still walked - Salem's scent was the only one left, after all - but he let her suffer as he suffered. Why should he be the only one?
Time passed. People began to walk the earth again, and he began to feed again, but his anger had festered too long to ever be forgotten. Salem and Ozma rose as new gods, and Bigby considered using them as a practice run for killing the real ones... But in the end, their infighting concluded their reign, and he was left to aimless frustration and feeding for a while. The legend of the big bad wolf faded into the stuff off fairy tales - the Grimm were doing far worse than he ever did, these days, which made it easier than ever to feed in their midst. One might think he should be happy.
But he never forgets a grudge. He has one against Salem, certainly - her arrogance was the catalyst for everything - but he always loathed the gods more for being so petty, so indifferent to the world they abandoned and effectively left to rot however it may. In time, he came to learn of Salem's machinations once more.
This time, he chose to get involved.
He refused to behave as a servant of hers - they were both old and powerful, leftovers from the age of magic, and he would not bow to her as the other men and women who fell in line did. But he was dependable - when a job required brute force he was a monster, and even it required subtlety he was a man. So long as every step was one that brought them closer to seeing the gods undone, he was content to cooperate.
It helped, perhaps, that Salem held a certain appeal about her. All the foulness of the Grimm, with all the beauty and elegance of a woman... it wasn't unlike his own duality. His grudge against her still existed, but it was a dull thing, now, shelved in favor of cooperation, in favor of progress.
In favor of his own primal curiosity.
The day isn't one unlike any other, not for them - another day of going over which pieces of the puzzle have fallen into place, and which may need to be made to fit in their own way. He passes Tyrian on the way into the large meeting chamber - the scorpion had always annoyed him, but he was a means to an end like the rest of Salem's cronies. The room, now, is empty - save for the witch and the big bad wolf, both monsters currently in human shape. He clears his throat, hands buried in his pocket as he makes his report.]
Torchwick is falling in line. I think Cinder will be able to keep him on a leash until we don't need him anymore.
[He never wasted many words with his reports.]
So this is what it's like to be on the other end.
The gods had always been fickle with their creations.
Yet beast or not, an ally was an ally. The hearts of men were easy to ensnare... but for a being like Bigby, words would never be enough. No. Salem knew there had to be... other means to keep him in check. After all... the ageless had few equals and Ozpin grew weaker with every rebirth. Ever more paler a shadow.
The accursed witch leaned back as her legs crossed over one another, the fluttering of black fabric accompanied by a flash of ghostly white flesh as she nodded. Short and to the point, with as little excuses, posturing or platitudes. It was a refreshing change from the likes of Cinder, Watts and Tyrian.
The last had his uses, as much as the blind worship of a simpering arachnid could be called that.]
Any slower and I may have had to ask you to set an example. The dear girl still finds your presence... unsettling.
[There were other thoughts she had been entertaining as she allowed her gaze to linger upon the wolf. It had been many an age after all, Ozma now her bitterest foe - so slavish in his devotion to the gods. She was no longer that blushing virgin locked in her tower either.
Perhaps it was time to ensure his loyalties became more... permanent.]
Our alliance has been most fruitful Bigby, though a thought does occur. While we both have the same goal... it seems that something has been lacking.
[With a sly and seductive smile Salem would lean forward, letting her breasts - unrestrained beneath the night black fabric that kept the world from the sight of her full glory - sway ever so slightly within the wolf's gaze.]
What would you imagine it might be?
They'll get shorter I promise LMAO
Could eat one of her disciples as a warning. The green haired one doesn't have a lot of meat on her bones, though, and the other one's legs would give me indigestion.
[It's hardly a serious suggestion - dark humor, really. The kids were all part of the plan, and he knows it's best not to remove pieces from their side of the board unless it's absolutely necessary.
He starts rummaging in his pockets as she goes on, fishing out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. One of his more human indulgences, but one with a purpose - human cities were just riddled with all kinds of smells that overloaded his sensitive nose. Smoking at least clouded the stimuli. as for why he's smoking here, in her lair...
Maybe just because he can.
He's just tugged a cigarette from the carton, tucked it between his teeth and started to raise the lighter, when she asks her question. His eyes dart from the task at hand to her seated figure - noticing the smile first, something new on her usually stoic face, then slipping his gaze down slightly to the curves she seems to be drawing his attention to.
He certainly notices. He certainly doesn't attempt to look away immediately.
For a moment he's very, very still.]
Don't suppose you're talking about the decor.
[Punctuated by a flick of his thumb against his lighter, touching the flame to the end of his cigarette before he starts to slowly, deliberately, wander around the perimeter of the table towards the head whether she's postured herself. On the way he takes hold of one of the large black stone seats, dragging it noisily - but effortlessly - around the room until her pulls it to a stop a few feet from her own, spinning it to face her before settling into it with a soft thud.
A beat - before he fishes out another cigarette, offering it to her with a raised eyebrow. Seems the thing to do, if things might get a little more... personal, in the coming moments.]
But it sounds to me like you're asking a question you already have the answer to.
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Yet... she did not, instead she beckoned Bigby closer.]
Perhaps I do. But we have not lived so long to take things for granted and make assumptions where there may be danger. So tell me Bigby...
[Salem rose from her chair, not as some terrible goddess or unliving horror, but rather as a woman. Every step carrying a sway to her hips, drifting towards the big bad wolf within mere heartbeats with how close he had moved.
Pale fingers trailing along the hand that held his lighter as she was close enough that he would be able to smell the scent of utter ruination upon her skin. Her touch was paradoxical to say the least, looking so dead yet pulsing with life beneath.]
If I were to offer you the chance to fuck me like an animal, what would you say?
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But Salem?
Her body was certainly human once upon a time (those appealing curves all but screamed this as gospel truth) but now... Now it was something else. Something durable. Something powerful. Something, he found as she drew so near, that smelled like everything he wanted - and needed, really - in a bedroom partner.]
"Like an animal", she says.
[It's all but muttered under his breath in an amused tone as he leans forward in his seat, lifting the lighter up towards her lips, offering its flame for her use.]
I'm not an animal, Salem. You know that. I'm something much, much worse.
[His eyes rake up her body to meet her gaze, revealing a gleam of something yellow deep in their core, something that shines with an aura that most humans found absolutely terrifying. A hint, as it were, of the monster hidden beneath his surface, a voice that was already snarling in the back of his mind to shred her clothes, mount her, take her from every conceivable angle, use her body for his pleasure and--
He takes a long, slow, deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke seconds later. He wasn't a slave to his desires - just someone who unleashed them when the time was right.]
So if you give me that chance... I'll ruin you.
sakura matou | fate/stay night
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Mishal el Bane | Dungeons & Dragons OC