Topic: ⊰―`ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. | a request/plots thread | F ғor M

[Ariamella]

SPACERYO

Welcome to my request/plots thread! Eyyy, my name is Ariamella, but feel free to call me Aria. I mean, you can call me whatever you want—"this bitch" or whatever—but personally I prefer Aria. Hopefully you do, too. I'm just your basic college girl studying chemistry and pre-medicine, working toward my dream of becoming a plastic surgeon. I even like putting my hair in messy buns and grabbing Starbucks before class. See? Very basic. I've been writing and roleplaying for a long time, enough to know that I prefer creative and detailed roleplay partners. Essentially what I'm looking for are partners who value collaboration and plot just as much as a steamy sex scene. I want a story rather than a never-ending porno, so that's great news if you also like to write stories. If you happen to like writing endless sexual material, hey, I'm not judging. You do you, boo-boo. It's just not my cup of tea! I love plots that have obvious romantic/sexual dynamics to them, but without the build-up and plot behind it, I'm likely to lose interest, and that's no bueno. The post below this one has a range of plots, so please do peruse to your heart's content. If you don't like any of the plots listed here, send your ideas my way! I'm always looking to roleplay new stuff. I'm interested in a variety of settings and themes, such as romance, dark romance, psychological/horror, fantasy, sci-fi, action/adventure, or any mix of those. If you find a plot you like here, please PM me. DO NOT post in this thread, please and thank you! Please read through my Ons/Offs thread before continuing down this list!                                               `ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ . ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ » | » Aria's O/Os thread { ᴏ ɴ ᴇ } : I write through threads, threads, and more threads. They're just so organized and beautiful, so everything else is going to get a 'no' from me. Sorry! { ᴛ ᴡ ᴏ } : I write in third-person. It (to me, anyway) feels infinitely less creepy than first-person. I can see the appeal, but it's not for me. { ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴇ ᴇ } : All I ask for is proficiency in spelling and grammar. I don't keep or follow an arbitrary paragraph limit either; my 400-word posts are just as 'literate' as my 2500-word posts, and the same should hold true for you.   { ғ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ } : I use pictures in addition to well-written descriptions to give you an idea of what characters and places look like. No, I'm not lazy, just extremely visual. I don't care whether you use them or not (although I like them), but I'm going to use them quite a bit. { ғ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ } : I post between 1-3 times a week. I take my time replying, and I don't like feeling rushed when I write. Roleplaying also takes a backseat to school, and during finals weeks, my post-rate will likely drop to something extra slow. Fair warning! { s ɪ x } : I don't really care why you leave, but if you're going to, please have the courtesy to let me know. And if you do leave, don't worry about it! Feel free to start another story with me or continue our old one. I believe in second chances for everyone. Ꞌ The Hourglass Archives Ꞌ ╱ jvj9000 { ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs :: modern fantasy | romance | falling in love | mystery } Ꞌ title here Ꞌ ╱ partner here

SPACERYO

[Ariamella]

		[ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ s ] romance - seduction - sexual tension - vanilla The sound of a bed frame lightly slamming against the shared wall came loud and clear, and she tossed and turned in her bed for what seemed like the thousandth time. Not two seconds later, a high-pitched giggle could be heard from the other apartment room, and she almost rolled her eyes. Hadn't they kept her up long enough? Thump. Giggle. It was almost unbearable how sexually active her next door neighbor was. It was like this almost every night of the week; his sounds of pleasure, along with those sounds of whatever guest he brought over, managed to keep her up for hours while he just... just banged away at the stupid wall that separated their two apartments. Didn't he realize he actually had neighbors? Thanks to his seemingly unending athletic prowess and stream of female visitors, sleep seemed to be impossible. Thump. Giggle. No, she suddenly decided. Tonight was the night she would finally confront him and tell him to calm his horny ass down and take a breather. But there was just one problem with that. Having been on a self-inflicted sexual dry spell, would she have the control to not become one of his nightly visitors as well?
		[ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ s ] romance - seduction - BDSM themes - drama All she wanted was to make a little extra cash that night, and she thought that meant sexing him up for a few hours. He was dressed in a tailored suit, driving some obnoxiously ostentatious car, and obviously rich. He practically oozed dollar signs, and she wanted them. All it took was a little sensual flirting, a little extra 'oomf' in her dance, and she thought she'd have him eating out of her hand. And at the end of the night when he'd asked to take her home, she knew she had scored big. But it wasn't sex he wanted. At least, that wasn't all he wanted. "I need you to be my escort," he said. A pretend girlfriend, wife, or something, just to get his family off his back. Just to make him look more 'approachable' in his business meetings. A no-strings-attached relationship where he'd get the sex he wanted, and she'd get the money she wanted. All the thousands of dollars and lavish lifestyle she'd always wanted. Who wouldn't take a deal like that? At first it starts off smooth, exactly as planned according to their script. He has an important dinner, and she's the gorgeous doll hanging off his arm. He goes to a philanthropy auction, and she's his little sparkling decoration. But then it turns ugly as emotions get twisted and patience gets tested, and their little secret gets close to being made public. But she has to endure. After all, it's just business, right?

[Ariamella]

[ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ s ] dark romance - violence - knife/bloodplay - murder People said they were the perfect couple. The high school sweethearts who'd made it, even through college. They were going to get married, have pretty little babies and have the white picket dream. And then she found out: For years, he had been uploading and selling their sexual trysts to practically everyone. His fraternity brothers, strange men online, and even one of his professors. It was all hard to believe considering he seemed like the perfect All-American boy, but there was no denying what she saw on the laptop screen. There she was, sprawled out on the bed while he fucked her, several different cameras capturing several different angles. The worst part was that it hadn't just been her. One, two, three, four, five girls total had been violated this way, put on display for the world to see. Humiliated and made out to be sluts for everyone to judge and shame. Some people said he was a god. Others called him an immoral asshole. Still others said he was crazy for keeping it going as long as he did. But she wasn't going to take this lying down. She wanted him to pay, to hear him beg her to stop. She wanted revenge for what he did to her, and she would find someone to help her. Ex-girlfriends were the craziest of them all, and he was going to find out just how crazy she could be.

[Ariamella]

		[ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ s ] occult/horror - corruption - rape/non-con - violence It was only supposed to be a joke, they said. Nothing was going to happen, they said. It started on a rainy night in her apartment, hanging out with friends while celebrating their university graduation. She was a good Christian girl, a believer of God, and she certainly wasn't the type to mess around with Ouija boards and talking to the spirits, that was for sure. But in the middle of boozin' it up, a board was brought out, the lights were dimmed, and the planchette was placed on the wood. She had said no at first, but curiosity had gotten the best of her. And it happened like everyone thought it would: they said the words and played the silly little game, and a word was spelled out. One word. Her name. It was just a stupid game, they all thought, laughing it off like it was nothing. But as the nights pass, she realizes it was more than just a game. First is started with a shadow, moving just in the corner of her eye. It seemed to follow her, watch her, go everywhere she went. Next it was the dreams, the horrid dreams where she dreamed she was doing bad things—things to herself, to others, and she liked doing it. And then she saw him. Handsome and charming one moment, then utterly terrifying the next. She asked what he wanted. He said her name.
		[ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ s ] paranormal - romance - sensual - mystery Her dreams were interrupted and she was pulled into a familiar-looking Victorian style room. A man was sleeping on a bed, curled under the blankets as his head rested on a small stack of pillows. He looked peaceful, but she knew the dream would turn any moment now. As if on cue, three shadowy figures materialized out of nowhere, all female but still menacing. Cruel smiles lit up their twisted faces as they approached the man, whispering among themselves. She saw the leader brandish a wicked knife and slowly draw the blanket off his body, and she gasped. "No!" she cried, instantly regretting the decision. The three spirits froze and snapped their heads up, seemingly looking right at her. Their eyes were murderous and hateful, filled with rage. The knife-wielding female slowly raised a hand and pointed at her, letting out a deafening screech. Then the scene went black. She woke suddenly, hearing herself gasp aloud as her eyes opened to the darkness of the early morning. It was the fourth time that this dream—no, not a dream, but a nightmare—had haunted her. They all featured the same man and the same malevolent spirits, but each time she witnessed the scene, the three females had gotten steadily closer. Her stomach seemed to drop to the floor as she came to a crushing realization. Any competent witch would know that this was no dream. It was a premonition. She didn't know who this man was, but she knew he was in danger, and she had to find him.