Seeking a Daddy.. I mean Father! F 4 M or any playing M

[terror jr]

  Hello, hi. I'm new-ish here. Not really, but I joined and never posted so I'm just going to get all of the annoying introduction babble out of the way now and dive right in.

This prompt is inspired by my recent obsession with Fleabag but it also comes from a roleplay I had with a friend a couple of years ago on a chat site. It’s mostly character based and this site was based less around structured scenes and more so around characters in a bar/pub/motel/sometimes forest and how they interacted with one another.

It’s also not primarily a sex thing for me, though of course those are some of my favourite parts. But what I really look for in a partner, in their writing and our writing together, is a slow-burn, psychological thing. I love someone who nitpicks my brain (as I will do to you and your character. I want to know them.)

The rest of my prompt will mostly read as a character background. I also prefer third person, I'm not quite sure what the go-to perspective is around here but that's my preferred.

Anyways!

I really want someone to play a priest. How you came to be is up to you, but I want this priest to be corrupt. Not in a seedy way. Perhaps he’s a closeted alcoholic. He’s disgusted with himself. He comes across as a kind man, the perfect priest, someone you would trust. And he is, really. However, when he meets my character, something he’s been trying to bury for a long-time comes out of him.

My character’s name is Imogen. She’s tall for a girl, and slender, with long legs, perpetually bruised knees and black, chipped nail polish. She’s pale, with large, tired brown eyes that seem almost black, and a severe haircut that stops at her chin. Dark circles under her eyes, and pillowy lips that seem to never crack a genuine smile. (I have a drawn, character image if you’d like to see. Not my drawing.) Imogen is a mess. Raised by her very abusive and very Catholic father, Imogen still attends church every Sunday. It’s more of an ironic thing, as she sits in the back pews, cursing the God who took her sister’s life last year.

Well, God didn’t take her life. Her sister took her own life. And if we’re really getting into the nitty gritty, Imogen was most likely responsible. Or definitely responsible. See, Imogen slept with the man her sister loved. The only man her sister had ever loved. And she didn’t even know it was Imogen. Or maybe she did now, that she was dead. Imogen didn’t know how this stuff worked.

I want Imogen to perhaps meet your character in confession. Or maybe a counseling session. Imogen admits she’s a sex addict who spends her weekends getting railed in club bathrooms (besides Sunday mornings, of course), doing rails in club bathrooms, and generally fucking up her life. She likes it when men are mean to her. She provokes it out of them on purpose. And no matter how much she prays, she can’t stop being a degenerate. She’d probably even sleep you, if you bent her over one of the pews and called her a dirty whore.

You’ll fight your urges at first. The burning need in you to make her submit, to make her yours. But the way she stares at you with those dead eyes and lights up a cigarette in the middle of a church, you want to punish her. She’s a bad girl and you know how to fix bad girls.

But you can’t. You mustn't. She came to you for help. But the more you dig out of her, the more dirty little secrets you get her to divulge, the more you get her to talk about her past trauma with her father, the more you realize you have her right where you want her and you weren’t even consciously trying. She’s just that easy to manipulate. That broken.

This would obviously play out as a long-term roleplay, where (hopefully) eventually our characters would develop an abusive, manipulative relationship of sorts. And though I have a vision, not all the ideas have to come from me. I want this to be enjoyable for you too, so while you were reading this, if any storylines or ideas popped up in your head, let me know.

Are you interested? If so, message me and we’ll get to chatting.