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bakerstreet2019-09-21 10:54 am
weebsock) wrote in bakerstreet2019-09-21 10:54 am
[Was thinking size difference, age difference, and Daddy kink thrown in?]
((OOC: Age Difference, Size, Duty, Authority, Innocence all seem automatic. Corruption could work too, and whatever level of consent you're interested in. ))
[Pretty open to most things. If unsure, ask....]
(The Targ is here for the incest, specially with a Brynden or an Aegor, but the rest can be discussed)
[ooc: Definitely intrigued by your character. Here's Robin, my wereraven shifter. Are there particular prompts you'd fancy to play? I'm open and down for anything.]
[Absolutely anything these two naive bookworms might get up to, even Aziraphale getting caught out for being an angel, would be treading on thin ice.]
[ ...you know, as I was about to scream my deviancy from the rooftops, I realized that I'm here for this. All of this. Any of it. Gimme your wildest ideas and nonsensical dreams.
Here are the main five characters of Sailor Moon (with profiles available here and here for the canonblind). They come as a duo or more; pick whichever girls you'd like or if you're canonblind and don't care, it'll be dealer's choice.
Prefs and kinks are here. ]
Here are the main five characters of Sailor Moon (with profiles available here and here for the canonblind). They come as a duo or more; pick whichever girls you'd like or if you're canonblind and don't care, it'll be dealer's choice.
Prefs and kinks are here. ]
[I'm up for being blasphemous on main. Yumie brings her own taboo as a nun. Celibacy comes built-in unless we're AUing it. Most interested in Forbidden, Violent (mutual or receiving), Nonconsensual (receiving). Open to everything else except for Public and Bestiality. 18+, kinks. Assumed CR, AU, jamjar, etc. all good.]
Edited (typo) 2019-09-22 04:27 (UTC)
ooc: So Eli here is a MCU OC. Lost son of Thor (neither he nor Thor are aware of their familial relationship, nor have they even met). Unlike his father he is quite short, and is inexperienced with his abilities. After they activated he went on the run from SHIELD/HYDRA, and primarily from Rumlow. HYDRA is aware of his Asgardian connection due to the unique power signature he puts out when he uses his abilities.
So! If you're interested, I can play Eli from any point in the MCU timeline up to Far From Home.
So! If you're interested, I can play Eli from any point in the MCU timeline up to Far From Home.
[ ooc: no noncon but especially here for age, size, authority and duties. obviously. ]
It had been far too long since the Queen in the North had had the King in the North all to herself.
Sansa paced about their chambers, feeling restless. She had put their children to bed not long ago -- Alys, their oldest, along with Serena, whose first nameday was fast approaching. Both had the Tully look, though Alys had inherited solemn gray Stark eyes instead of blue. She loved them both more than life itself, and was hoping for more.
Sansa and Robb were the last Starks alive. With their entire family murdered or lost and presumed dead, they were all each other had. She wanted their tiny family to grow and flourish, and for her children to have a large household full of relatives.
Sometimes, she wondered what their parents would say. Would they be horrified? Disgusted? Or had they seen the rare, special bond she had always shared with Robb growing up? The mere thought of allowing any other man to touch her was abhorrent. And after all that they had suffered, all that they had lost...was it truly wrong to cling to one another, and give in to their hearts' deepest desires?
Her troubled thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps outside the door. Sansa quickly moved to the bed and waited for Robb to enter.
"I've been waiting for you, my lord." Her voice was low and alluring. The thin cotton shift she wore did nothing to hide her generous curves, and the light from their fireplace made her auburn hair shine. Sansa was a lovely sight to behold.
Sansa paced about their chambers, feeling restless. She had put their children to bed not long ago -- Alys, their oldest, along with Serena, whose first nameday was fast approaching. Both had the Tully look, though Alys had inherited solemn gray Stark eyes instead of blue. She loved them both more than life itself, and was hoping for more.
Sansa and Robb were the last Starks alive. With their entire family murdered or lost and presumed dead, they were all each other had. She wanted their tiny family to grow and flourish, and for her children to have a large household full of relatives.
Sometimes, she wondered what their parents would say. Would they be horrified? Disgusted? Or had they seen the rare, special bond she had always shared with Robb growing up? The mere thought of allowing any other man to touch her was abhorrent. And after all that they had suffered, all that they had lost...was it truly wrong to cling to one another, and give in to their hearts' deepest desires?
Her troubled thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps outside the door. Sansa quickly moved to the bed and waited for Robb to enter.
"I've been waiting for you, my lord." Her voice was low and alluring. The thin cotton shift she wore did nothing to hide her generous curves, and the light from their fireplace made her auburn hair shine. Sansa was a lovely sight to behold.
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