forum Adult Content (NOT for young'uns, please) O/O
Started by @ElderGod-Icefire
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@ElderGod-Icefire

I,,, want to do a rather hardcore smut RP. Obviously this will be in PMs. I am not discussing any particulars in gen chat since andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) does not want smut done on public forums. Therefore I am going to respect his wishes and simply state my desire for an RP partner who would also like to RP some more intense smut. Basically an RP centered around it lolol. Don't PM me without warning, just comment on this thread and I'll PM you if I decide you seem like a good fit

Some requirements:

  1. Please for the love of fuck (literally ahaha) you have to be at LEAST 16. Obviously this is honor system, I have no way to know your real age, but I really don't wanna be RPing this with anyone younger than that
  2. Despite this being a smut RP, that does not mean my requirements are lax; good spelling, grammar, and punctuation are a must, and I would prefer each of your responses be at least two-three good sentences.
  3. This will be gay, and I'd be playing the submissive character
  4. I don't mind if you're a bit inexperienced with smut, but I'd prefer this not to be your first rodeo RPing it, please and thanks :)

I'm gonna ask for a sample of your general RP style. Not a sample of your smut writing ability, just a sample of your RP style

@Skylark

Hello! Could I apply for this RP?

My writing style varies a bit by who I RP with. I know you want quality and 3+ sentences, which I can do. I have an RP in mind to use as a sample, but it's from a PM, so I would have to copy and paste it here if that's alright. I could delete it after so that it wouldn't take up space.

@ElderGod-Icefire

Hello! Could I apply for this RP?

My writing style varies a bit by who I RP with. I know you want quality and 3+ sentences, which I can do. I have an RP in mind to use as a sample, but it's from a PM, so I would have to copy and paste it here if that's alright. I could delete it after so that it wouldn't take up space.

You may!

You can go ahead and copy-paste; as for space, I usually don't mind but we'll see how long it is :)

@Skylark

@Skylark
Damien's hands shook as he was led down the hallway to meet his new Master. The woman leading him, his Master's mother, dragged him along, hardly sparing him a glance. A mere half-hour before, he had been forcibly scrubbed, dressed, and perfumed to be presented. Any attempts to resist had been met with immediate repercussions: blows to his head, sides, and jaw. It was nothing he wasn't used to, but he had relished the calm that came with his three days of "purity"—solitary confinement in preparation for being gifted.

Now, kneeling on the floor where the lady had shoved him, he forced himself to remain silent and not tremble. Maybe this time, if he was perfect from the very start, it wouldn't hurt so badly. Maybe this Master would be… well, not kind, but less cruel? One would think that the enslaved demon would have given up such hopes.

Master Henry's hand was gentle, and his voice soft, but Damien couldn't help but flinch at the touch, then immediately squeezed his eyes shut, expecting a blow for his disobedience.


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Henry did no such thing. He left no blows, only tipped the demon's chin with a finger to see his face better and check for more marks. "Who did this to you?" he asked, such raw emotion in his voice you could barely help but feel soft, safe. "I'll see to it they're fired." he scowled, hating to see another living being hurt. Centaurs, pixies, even Fae and elves, and Fair Folk had been accepted into society without a blink of an eye. Why was it that demons were punished? Just for being evil? For cruelty? If they were even truly evil, this one just seemed scared for the most part. "It doesn't matter. I'll fix your bruises. I… will send for someone to attend to you." it was told the kiss of a virgin would heal an incubus or succubus with every wound it touched, and there had been some scientific studies into it that proved that yes, that particular myth was a fact.

Despite Henry himself being a virgin, he didn't feel comfortable with such things, being callow and far too earnest for his own good. He would find a virgin; there had to be someone in this building that hadn't had penetrative intercourse; otherwise, as he was told, a good, rough fucking, just one even. He knew that this incubus needed a helping hand, and he was here to supply it, despite how his mother would truly hate it.


@Skylark
At his new Master’s soft words, Damien looked up with wide violet eyes. Why would this human want to help him? All of his human masters and their human servants despised him even as they took pleasure from him. To them, he was but a toy or a tool, for entertainment or punishment, whatever they desired.

He, being an incubus, was not unfamiliar with sex, but it had been many mortal lifetimes since he had derived true pleasure from it. When his Master said he would send for someone, he let out a soft whine, wanting to pull away but fearing what the other male would do.

“Please, Master,” he whispered, voice hoarse from disuse. “You need not trouble yourself. I am accustomed to this state and do not mind it,” he froze, fear shining in his eyes. “U-Unless it should please you to have me healed so that I may better serve you.”


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"N-no! Certainly not! I'm not even interested in that… sort of thing. Um, I just thought those bruises must hurt, but if you're sure, they can just heal naturally." he said, shivering somewhat with discomfort. He bit his rosy lips, pursing them in thought. "Sit down, you can take the collar off. Would you like me to get you a drink?" he asked, fidgeting awkwardly. Henry didn't know how to deal with this situation, confused as he was with the nature of Incubi. He had done barely any study on them, knowing if he delved too far he'd lose himself in miserable thoughts.


@Skylark
Damien blinked in confusion. Take off the collar? Did his Master not want him? Would
he be given away? Why was he offering a drink? Was it drugged? Did Master prefer him that way, quiet and motionless?

Fear clawed its way around his head, and he shook it rapidly. “No! I—ah—no, thank you, Master,” he stuttered, looking at the floor beneath his knees and doing his best not to shake. “I am fine as I am.”