"And though they may be sobbin' for a while We gonna make them sobbin' women smile!" - Seven Bride for Seven Brothers
Are you and your buddies looking for female companionship, but are denied the chance to interact with women in a normal manner because of your location, your occupation, or the fact that you all have no social skills?
Well, no matter. The problem's easy enough to fix. Just get your buddies together, form a raiding party, swoop down upon the nearest village and carry away all of its prettiest women. Of course, you can expect the pretty women to not be so keen on the idea, at least at first.
Comment with your character, preferences, and the role you'd like to play! Remember, just because the title and TV Tropes link uses gendered language, you don't have to be strict in your interpretations. Go nuts!
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Open to canon, crosscanon, crossmedium, etc. OTA for gen or one-sided shipping. M/f, 21+ for mutual shipping.
Bride. Se-rin is a very normal girl so expect scared reactions to abduction. She's also a model/actress so that could be one way she may have gotten someone's attention. )
[ pretty enough to be mistaken for a girl, lonely enough to be kind of into it anyway, and almost guaranteed to be more dangerous than his captor. character is canonly 15 but happy to age up! ]
Izumo stared down at the body in the bedsheets, neatly trapped under a net of ninja-wire. "Shit. I don't think you're the princess I've been hired to capture. And if you are, someone in Intel has seriously fucked up."
This would not be the first time he'd run across another ninja's mission - far from it. With so many ninja villages packed into so many closely-related countries, well, it was inevitable. Some ninja fought on principle, some followed village alliances and some, like Izumo, made whatever alliances he could on the fly so he could get home alive. Oh he'd never betray Konoha, but sometimes a little sweet-talking or a few bedroom favors went a long damn way for temporary field alliances.
"If I let you go, will you stab me?"
He knew who he'd caught. Izumo was Intel. He knew the Bingo Book inside and out. He could probably take Haku, his affinity being water, but if Zazuba was around Izumo was going to fuck off post-haste, screw the mission. Puny Chuunin versus Jounin? Ahahahaha no way in the Nine Hells.
[OOC: Incredibly sweet and easy to abduct. She'll be terrified at first, but depending on how the captor treats her, she could potentially warm up to them.]
Prince Rude had been courting Princess Serenity for a while now. In that time he had been a perfect gentleman and a good listener, hearing out her problems, and even giving her good advice. It didn't take long for him to fall in love with her gentle and kind demeanor, but there was something else he sensed in her. A certain... willingness. That was why after a few years of courting, Rude approached her with an offer.
"I don't know how much you've heard about my Kingdom," he said one day, his voice sounding as steady as ever, but his gaze averted slightly out of shame. "But it's... very old fashioned. It was founded on the belief that men should dominate women. Now we've come a long way since then and women are officially seen as being equal to men, but there are some traditions I haven't yet been able to change."
He spoke those last words with a hint of bitterness even those who didn't already know him well would recognize. "Specifically, male heirs to the throne must 'claim' their brides by abducting them. And once claimed, those brides must wear a collar in public.
"I know that's... not very forward thinking," Rude said as he stood up, taking her hand in his, "But... I love you Usagi. I'm going to leave, and with your blessing I want to return in a week to... well... abduct you. I've already spoken to your parents about this, they know everything you do, and all of us agreed that you need to give your blessing before anything can happen. I promise, if you agree I will treat you well and anyone in my kingdom who tries to treat you as lesser will suffer for it, but... I can't do away with these traditions."
((OOC: After she says yes, we can skip to the kidnapping. I just didn't want to do anything non or dub-con))
Serenity had grown to love Rude as well during their time together. His strength, his honor, his intelligence. She knew his kingdom was very different than Lunaria and she had done some of her own research on his kingdoms customs as well.
She kept silent as Rude continued talking, squeezing his hand when he took hers. “As we’ve grown closer I looked into your kingdom and traditions as well.” She offered him an encouraging smile. “The fact that you’re asking me if I’m alright with it alleviates any concerns I had,” she told him.
Her other hand moved to her neck, where a collar would lay. Blushing slightly as she admitted, “Part of me is even eager to wear your collar. I like the idea of it being very clear to everyone that I am yours.” She knew perhaps it wasn’t as forward as many would expect her to be but she loved Rude, and she liked the idea of being his.
The idea of him kidnapping her was a bit exciting as well.
Rude couldn't help a blush as Serenity confessed how willing she was to submit to him. He reached out and cupped her cheek. "I'm glad to hear you say that, Serenity. I promise I will make you happy."
He leaned in to give her a tender kiss. As he pulled away he whispered into her ear. "I will see you in a week's time. Wear a nightgown you aren't fond of. I can't promise I won't rip it."
A week later, Serenity would be jarred awake in her bed. She would notice she was face down with a heavy weight on her back. Her legs had been immobilized by strong but soft silk ropes, and her hands were being lashed behind her back with the same rope.
"Rise and shine, princess," her fiancé said to her in a more menacing voice than Serenity would be used to. "I have some good news for you, you're about to become a queen. But the bad news is..."
And before she could retort, Rude pulled a long thick cloth out and pulled in front of her face, he pulled it tight against her mouth, giving her no choice but to open her mouth and accept the thick cleave gag.
I just anyone collaring her - and I do love your Rude
Returning the kiss her own blush deepened as she whispered back. “Now that you’ve said that love I think I may be disappointed if you don’t rip it.”
Then for the next week Serenity waited in eager anticipation m. She had been hoping for months that Rude would ask her to marry him. Knowing it would be a large change for her, she was still excited. Eager to fully begin their lives together. Perhaps it was because the traditions were so different, and he had asked her permission before beginning to fulfill them but even the being abducted sounded exciting and daring.
When the evening arrived she dutifully wore a plain white nightgown that she wouldn’t mind getting ripped. Underneath though she wore a fancier lace white bra and panty set that she hoped Rude would like. Knowing it could get ripped as well she still wanted something nicer for him for their wedding night.
It had been hard to fall asleep but eventually she had. As she woke she released her legs would bound and she squirmed underneath the weight on top of her. It was a relief to hear Rude’s voice, though in a much different tone than she was used too. The darker tone sent a small thrill through her though. He was going to make her his queen, and more importantly his wife.
Unable to move hands and feet she had no choice but to take the gag in her mouth. Muffling her trying to say his name as she found herself truly helpless beneath him.
Even though she had been expecting it, experiencing it was very different. Especially as she began to learn that she liked feeling helpless before him.
Awww, thank you! I love playing with your Serenity too!
"Good girl," Rude whispered into her ear as he knotted the gag behind her head. It was tight, but not painfully so. Rude didn't want to hurt his new bride, but he also wanted to give her the full experience. He pulled out another cloth and pulled it over her eyes. "It's bad luck for the bride to see the groom before the wedding.
"The groom on the other hand," Rude said as he turned her over so she was now on her back. "Is expected to inspect his queen."
And with that, Serenity would feel her nightgown being literally ripped of her. Serenity would already know how strong her lover was, he had picked her up and carried her more than a few times, but tonight he tore apart the nightgown as easily as if it was paper. Once she was down to her underwear, he took a moment to admire her. "Perfect... absolutely perfect."
He squeezed her breasts still in the bra to show his appreciation. The two of them had been intimate before, but never with this power dynamic. As much as Rude hated the misogynistic origins of his kingdom, he had to admit, he was enjoying himself immensely. Partially because he knew he had the blessing of the woman she was groping.
Re: Awww, thank you! I love playing with your Serenity too!
Serenity moaned through the gag as he called her a good girl. She knew that he was technically abducting her, but the small praise felt so good to hear from his lips. The blindfold going on did surprise her but he was still talking to her and she trusted him so there was no resistance.
Then as he flipped her over and began ripping her nightgown he’d see signs of her arousal. Cheeks and chest flushed. His strength had always been such a turn on for Serenity. She loved when he carried her, or just wrapped his strong arms around her.
Her nipples hardened as he squeezed her breasts. Enjoying the his touch. The added thrill of being bound and blindfolded. He had always been good to her in bed and Serenity found herself eager to see how far he’d take this with her bound. Unable to stop herself from moaning as she played with her breasts. Her panties already damp with arousal.
{{The Bride. She probably made it bloody work catching her, but (perhaps paradoxically) the more vicious and terrible her match is, the more likely she is to make herself at home in their band/pack/clan/army etc. Shareable and somewhat monster-friendly with negotiation.}}
One day in every century, Death takes a mortal form. She woke up with that knowledge, just as she always does. What would be the point, after all, if she didn't know? Twenty-four hours, to live among the fleeting things of the universe, and know what it is she takes away.
She wakes at midnight, and the world is waiting for her. The universe is a master of set dressing. She wonders who she is this time, who the people in the village around her know her as - spends an hour or so wandering by candlelight around the little cottage which she supposes must be hers, curious at the life that the universe has made her. A spinning wheel. A handstitched bedspread, made with love. A songbird in a cage. It's always harder to tell who they think she is, in worlds without photographs.
But she isn't here to find out who she is. She's here to be alive. She takes down the cage, and walks outside into the starlit night, one hand holding the candle, a sleepy songbird clinging to the finger of the other. Sharp little claws, digging into her pale skin. It makes her smile.
The village seems quiet. That's all right. Something will happen, eventually. Death transfers the bird gently onto the thatch of her cottage roof, then sets out walking, humming to herself, a spring in her step.
She is, to all appearances, entirely fitted to where and who she is. Beautiful for a peasant, certainly - pale, flawless skin; dark eyes that seem to glint even in the starlight; thick curly hair as dark as the shadows around her - but still just a young woman, dressed in simple black clothes, small and slim and generally unremarkable. The only thing that really looks out of place (besides the fact that she's wandering around in the middle of the night, and looking oddly cheerful about it) is the ankh necklace she wears, which is gleaming silver and looks rather too expensive for this kind of place.
She might as well be waiting for anyone who comes along. In a sense, she is: sitting on the gate of a low paddock wall, swinging bare feet idly, looking up at the stars. They look different, with mortal eyes. They look different, she suspects, every time. All those worlds, all those people she could be.
And here she is.
elizabeth bennet | pride and prejudice and zombies
( m/f - bride. maybe the zombie apocalypse has made any sort of interaction difficult between men and women? lizzy most definitely will put up a fight and as she's trained with some of the best masters in china (only the upper class gets to train in japan in this universe) and is VERY good with a sword so be prepared. very happy to au her into other fantasy settings! )
((The abductor. He is firm, strong, and stoic, but also kind, patient, and accommodating. I'd prefer a scenario where there is some kind of consent, or the captive is actually super-into it.))
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Yoo Se-rin | The Way to Confess | OTA
Open to canon, crosscanon, crossmedium, etc. OTA for gen or one-sided shipping. M/f, 21+ for mutual shipping.
Bride. Se-rin is a very normal girl so expect scared reactions to abduction. She's also a model/actress so that could be one way she may have gotten someone's attention. )
Emma Webster | Till Death | OTA
Bride. Emma's very normal in terms of strength, but she's witty and resourceful. )
Ayase Yukiya | Okane ga Nai | OTA
Open to canon, crosscanon, crossmedium, etc. OTA, 16+ for mutual shipping.
Bride. Ayase is the kind who'd be terrified but would develop Stockholm if they were even remotely nice to him. )
Haku | Naruto | m/m
no subject
This would not be the first time he'd run across another ninja's mission - far from it. With so many ninja villages packed into so many closely-related countries, well, it was inevitable. Some ninja fought on principle, some followed village alliances and some, like Izumo, made whatever alliances he could on the fly so he could get home alive. Oh he'd never betray Konoha, but sometimes a little sweet-talking or a few bedroom favors went a long damn way for temporary field alliances.
"If I let you go, will you stab me?"
He knew who he'd caught. Izumo was Intel. He knew the Bingo Book inside and out. He could probably take Haku, his affinity being water, but if Zazuba was around Izumo was going to fuck off post-haste, screw the mission. Puny Chuunin versus Jounin? Ahahahaha no way in the Nine Hells.
Nico Acosta | OC | OTA
Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA
Liora (Human) | Flight Rising | OTA
Princess Serenity / Sailor Moon
Open to AU, cross canon/medium. I do play her aged up to 18.
Would be scared at first but has a big heart and would easily fall for her captor.))
I'm cheating a little bit, sorry!
"I don't know how much you've heard about my Kingdom," he said one day, his voice sounding as steady as ever, but his gaze averted slightly out of shame. "But it's... very old fashioned. It was founded on the belief that men should dominate women. Now we've come a long way since then and women are officially seen as being equal to men, but there are some traditions I haven't yet been able to change."
He spoke those last words with a hint of bitterness even those who didn't already know him well would recognize. "Specifically, male heirs to the throne must 'claim' their brides by abducting them. And once claimed, those brides must wear a collar in public.
"I know that's... not very forward thinking," Rude said as he stood up, taking her hand in his, "But... I love you Usagi. I'm going to leave, and with your blessing I want to return in a week to... well... abduct you. I've already spoken to your parents about this, they know everything you do, and all of us agreed that you need to give your blessing before anything can happen. I promise, if you agree I will treat you well and anyone in my kingdom who tries to treat you as lesser will suffer for it, but... I can't do away with these traditions."
((OOC: After she says yes, we can skip to the kidnapping. I just didn't want to do anything non or dub-con))
It’s okay!! I love it!!
She kept silent as Rude continued talking, squeezing his hand when he took hers. “As we’ve grown closer I looked into your kingdom and traditions as well.” She offered him an encouraging smile. “The fact that you’re asking me if I’m alright with it alleviates any concerns I had,” she told him.
Her other hand moved to her neck, where a collar would lay. Blushing slightly as she admitted, “Part of me is even eager to wear your collar. I like the idea of it being very clear to everyone that I am yours.” She knew perhaps it wasn’t as forward as many would expect her to be but she loved Rude, and she liked the idea of being his.
The idea of him kidnapping her was a bit exciting as well.
Yay!
He leaned in to give her a tender kiss. As he pulled away he whispered into her ear. "I will see you in a week's time. Wear a nightgown you aren't fond of. I can't promise I won't rip it."
A week later, Serenity would be jarred awake in her bed. She would notice she was face down with a heavy weight on her back. Her legs had been immobilized by strong but soft silk ropes, and her hands were being lashed behind her back with the same rope.
"Rise and shine, princess," her fiancé said to her in a more menacing voice than Serenity would be used to. "I have some good news for you, you're about to become a queen. But the bad news is..."
And before she could retort, Rude pulled a long thick cloth out and pulled in front of her face, he pulled it tight against her mouth, giving her no choice but to open her mouth and accept the thick cleave gag.
I just anyone collaring her - and I do love your Rude
Then for the next week Serenity waited in eager anticipation m. She had been hoping for months that Rude would ask her to marry him. Knowing it would be a large change for her, she was still excited. Eager to fully begin their lives together. Perhaps it was because the traditions were so different, and he had asked her permission before beginning to fulfill them but even the being abducted sounded exciting and daring.
When the evening arrived she dutifully wore a plain white nightgown that she wouldn’t mind getting ripped. Underneath though she wore a fancier lace white bra and panty set that she hoped Rude would like. Knowing it could get ripped as well she still wanted something nicer for him for their wedding night.
It had been hard to fall asleep but eventually she had. As she woke she released her legs would bound and she squirmed underneath the weight on top of her. It was a relief to hear Rude’s voice, though in a much different tone than she was used too. The darker tone sent a small thrill through her though. He was going to make her his queen, and more importantly his wife.
Unable to move hands and feet she had no choice but to take the gag in her mouth. Muffling her trying to say his name as she found herself truly helpless beneath him.
Even though she had been expecting it, experiencing it was very different. Especially as she began to learn that she liked feeling helpless before him.
Awww, thank you! I love playing with your Serenity too!
"The groom on the other hand," Rude said as he turned her over so she was now on her back. "Is expected to inspect his queen."
And with that, Serenity would feel her nightgown being literally ripped of her. Serenity would already know how strong her lover was, he had picked her up and carried her more than a few times, but tonight he tore apart the nightgown as easily as if it was paper. Once she was down to her underwear, he took a moment to admire her. "Perfect... absolutely perfect."
He squeezed her breasts still in the bra to show his appreciation. The two of them had been intimate before, but never with this power dynamic. As much as Rude hated the misogynistic origins of his kingdom, he had to admit, he was enjoying himself immensely. Partially because he knew he had the blessing of the woman she was groping.
Re: Awww, thank you! I love playing with your Serenity too!
Then as he flipped her over and began ripping her nightgown he’d see signs of her arousal. Cheeks and chest flushed. His strength had always been such a turn on for Serenity. She loved when he carried her, or just wrapped his strong arms around her.
Her nipples hardened as he squeezed her breasts. Enjoying the his touch. The added thrill of being bound and blindfolded. He had always been good to her in bed and Serenity found herself eager to see how far he’d take this with her bound. Unable to stop herself from moaning as she played with her breasts. Her panties already damp with arousal.
Eligre Kaivodulin || high fantasy OC || OTA
Jaime Lannister | asoiaf
fancy meeting you here
She wakes at midnight, and the world is waiting for her. The universe is a master of set dressing. She wonders who she is this time, who the people in the village around her know her as - spends an hour or so wandering by candlelight around the little cottage which she supposes must be hers, curious at the life that the universe has made her. A spinning wheel. A handstitched bedspread, made with love. A songbird in a cage. It's always harder to tell who they think she is, in worlds without photographs.
But she isn't here to find out who she is. She's here to be alive. She takes down the cage, and walks outside into the starlit night, one hand holding the candle, a sleepy songbird clinging to the finger of the other. Sharp little claws, digging into her pale skin. It makes her smile.
The village seems quiet. That's all right. Something will happen, eventually. Death transfers the bird gently onto the thatch of her cottage roof, then sets out walking, humming to herself, a spring in her step.
She is, to all appearances, entirely fitted to where and who she is. Beautiful for a peasant, certainly - pale, flawless skin; dark eyes that seem to glint even in the starlight; thick curly hair as dark as the shadows around her - but still just a young woman, dressed in simple black clothes, small and slim and generally unremarkable. The only thing that really looks out of place (besides the fact that she's wandering around in the middle of the night, and looking oddly cheerful about it) is the ankh necklace she wears, which is gleaming silver and looks rather too expensive for this kind of place.
She might as well be waiting for anyone who comes along. In a sense, she is: sitting on the gate of a low paddock wall, swinging bare feet idly, looking up at the stars. They look different, with mortal eyes. They look different, she suspects, every time. All those worlds, all those people she could be.
And here she is.
elizabeth bennet | pride and prejudice and zombies
Sansa Stark | ASoIaF | F/M
Rude || FFVII (Remake) || M/F
Rose (WoL OC) | FFXIV | OTA