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Hello and welcome to my thread for currently craved story ideas. Please take a look at my O/O's Thread. If you meet the requirements in my Innocent section and find interest in any of the story idea below, feel free to message me to discuss playing together.

Please do not reply to this thread. If you are interested in playing with me, send me a private message. Forum games only, I do not play through email or private messaging.

Staying On Top(NSFW image)
Evangeline Dumark
Name: Evangeline Dumark
Age: 17
Persona: Serious, determined, anxious, cunning, honest.
Background
For as long as she can remember Evangeline's life has revolved around pleasing her father. He was a hard man; the type that never showed much emotion and always expected the best out of those around him. Whether it was the overworked employees beneath him at the law firm he headed, his beautiful trophy housewife, or even his sweet little girl. The only child he had. Little Evangeline Dumark.

She was the perfect child. A prime example of how children in high society should act; she was quiet and sweet. She never ran a-muck like other children, or got her skirt dirty to make her mother fret. She was a proper A+ student, forever at the top of her class. It made her father happy, she knew that, even if he wouldn't kiss her forehead like the other parents did when their children brought home A's. When he looked at her and gave her that curt nod of approval; well that was perfectly fine for Evangeline. She strove for that nod, for that approving gaze, everything she did was to receive it.

She picked up various activities she knew would make her father proud; she took piano lessons and put prodigies to shame. Her father never came to recitals, but he'd do his paper work in the study to listen to her as she practiced. She joined the swim team and quickly rose to the top. He never came to her meets, but he would take his phone calls pool side to watch her train. When she made it into one of the top high schools in the nation—on the other side of the country from where her parents resided—he rewarded her with one of his nods and even a gentle pat on the top of her head. Evangeline was so happy; though she knew she'd miss her parents terribly, and all of her friends as well she vowed to dedicate those four years to continue her legacy as the perfect daughter.

Unfortunately for Evangeline, her new school would pose to her a challenge in the form of an infuriating upper classman. A student that, no matter how hard she tried, Evangeline could never seem to beat in the competition to be at the top of the school's grade rankings. Always, always, ALWAYS she came in second. No matter how hard she worked, Evangeline could never beat the other student, and it drove her absolutely nuts. Every year when school ended and the top students were announced she was constantly disappointed;  too ashamed to tell her father she had failed to come out on top, she kept her conversations with him short. Which wasn't hard because he was hardly ever home during her summer break.

She had to find a way to beat that annoying person. Evangeline would do anything, absolutely anything to be on top. That was the attitude she entered her junior year with. This year she would not lose. This year she would finally beat them; at any cost.
Story:

It's the beginning of her Juinior year, and Evangeline has already set her plan into motion. Using the hefty allowance her parents send her monthly, she's paid off one of her rival's classmates to keep an eye on them; wanting desperately to know what their secrets for studying are. Unfortunately for Evangeline, the genius student doesn't seem to have any special techniques. In fact they're more of a slacker than a serious student.

Upon receiving such a report from her hired helper Evangeline is enraged and distraught and—quite literally—loses her mind. In a fit of desperation and fury she storms through the school looking for the other student, finally finding them skipping class on the school roof reading—of all things—a comic book. Evangeline wasn't sure what her initial intentions were, but upon facing the student she bursts into a fit of tears of frustration. Without a thought in her mind but the memory of her father's indifferent face she throws herself at the mercy of the upper classman; offering them a reckless proposition.

If they will allow Evangeline to top the rankings in the school grades by purposely doing average work, the young girl would be their servant for the entire school year. Anything they asked, Evangeline would do; buy them things, carry around their books, make their lunch, do their homework. She'd do absolutely anything. They agree.

Thus began Evangeline's most hectic, strangest, and sexually frustrating year of school ever.

Expecting: for this RP I need a confident, seductive person. The type of person who's not afraid to take charge and loves to tease. One that is comfortable with having a reluctant partner, and can laugh off a few surprised slaps and dodge some reflexive kicks. I'd like lots of public molestation to be involved. Also some light bondage and of course a decent amount of romance.

Open to suggestions and any changes my partner may want to make.


Taking Full Advantage
Hazuki Aikawa
Name: Hazuki Aikawa
Age: 18
Personality: Maternal, hotheaded, bubbly, competitive.

Background
Since the day he was born, Hazuki made it her life's mission to watch out for her little brother Kazuma. He was delivered five months premature and spent the beginning of his life in an incubator in the Neo-Natal Intensive Care Unit at their local hospital. Hazuki was only three; but she can distinctly remember staring through the plastic at her brother, so tiny and helpless, and will never forget the way her mother cried. His lungs were too small her parents had said, and they were sure he wouldn't live to term. Hazuki remembered the fear she had felt, the desperation to keep her little brother safe. She remembered praying every night, to any God that might be out in the universe, begging for Kazuma to be able to stay with his family, for him to grow stronger. It was a slow process, but Kazuma managed to make it to full term and eventually was able to leave the hospital a healthy baby boy. Hazuki was overjoyed.

From the day he was brought home Hazuki fretted over Kazuma. Tending to him when he cried (with her mother's supervision of course), sharing all her very favorite dolls, making sure their cats never got too close. Even as they got older Hazuki's doting didn't stop. They were so close in age that they almost always attended the same school, and Hazuki would shadow Kazuma like a worried parent. He was a scrawny kid, that didn't change the older he got. He was shy and soft spoken and preferred to hang out with his sister and read than actually make any friends of his own. He was an easy target for bullies; he was picked on and teased all throughout elementary and middle school but never seemed to mind it much. Hazuki minded it very much.

She was short like her brother, but she was a lovely girl and had done gymnastics practically from the time she could walk. Her good looks, bubbly personality and curvaceous body (once puberty had graced her) assured that Hazuki maintained a certain degree of popularity among her classmates. Not enough to ensure her brother be spared torment though. Hazuki was always having to rush to Kazuma's defense, stepping in whenever a particularly brazen student got too verbal or handsy with her brother. Kazuma could stand the taunting, what he couldn't stand was having his sister constantly worrying over him and fighting his battles. Hazuki would hear none of it however, no matter what her brother said, it was Hazuki's mission to keep him safe. From anyone and everyone, even one he'd call his friend.

Story

Entering high school changed Kazuma. He no longer sat idly by and let his sister run his life. When people picked on him he stood tall (despite his stature) and stood up for himself. Needless to say he'd gotten into more than one tussle with other boy's, but he'd managed to hold his own in the fights. Hazuki was absolutely horrified. She was happy that Kazuma had finally found a backbone, but had swiftly decided that he'd grown one far too hard. He'd become mouthy toward her, distant and more forceful when it came to telling her to “butt out” of his business. Her parents didn't seem to mind or even notice a change, they claimed Kazuma was just becoming a man and learning to stand on his own. Hazuki however knew exactly who to blame for her brother's sudden change.

A classmate of hers, an American student who had transferred at the start of senior year. They had broken up a fight, more of an attack, that Kazuma had been in at the start of the school year. The student had taken pity on her brother and befriended him, agreeing to teach him self defense through kick boxing. It was this new friend of Kazuma's that had inspired the change in her brother. For that reason Hazuki couldn't stand the American. That and their smug alpha attitude, their strangely good looks and their habit of shamelessly flirting with Hazuki, knowing good and well she couldn't stand them.

Maybe that way why Kazuma was convinced that Hazuki had done it on purpose despite her promising it wasn't her intention. They'd smacked her bottom when she passed them on the stairwell, thinking they were so clever and funny and that she wouldn't retort, but she had. She'd turned and shoved them with all her strength and apparently caught them off guard, because despite their imposing stature she'd managed to throw them off balance and sent them tumbling over the stair railing. It wasn't her fault that their leg was fractured, but Kazuma was convinced it was, and Hazuki was left trying to win back her brother's favor by attending to and assisting the American with daily struggles while they were incapacitated.

Of course, the fellow senior was eager to take completely advantage of the situation... and Hazuki as well.

Expecting: A dominant partner not opposed to coercion and a hefty amount of forceful teasing. Lots of public molestation, some light bondage. Kazuma is a side character and will not be involved in anything sexual.

Open to suggestions and any changes my partner may want to make.


Snow White and the Seven Demon Princes
Snow White
Name: Snow White
Age: 27
Personality: Quiet, nervous, self-reliant, skeptical.
Background
One cold winters night, a small package was left outside a fire station. It sat there for hours without notice, the steadily falling snow gathering atop it. Nearly an inch of snow had fallen to rest atop it before anyone took notice of the package. An aging fireman—who had the bad habit of smoking cigars—had wandered outside the firehouse to satisfy his craving, when he spotted it there on the doorstep. A small red cooler, glaring in contrast to the white snow that covered the firehouse steps. Curiously the man opened the cooler to find a bundle of bloodied white blankets that stirred before his eyes. Peeling them back, the man was astounded to find a baby, pale as the snow that fell around them, and half frozen to death. The man took action quickly and rushed the baby to the hospital, surprised to find that the baby was perfectly healthy. Given the amount of time the baby had spent in the cooler out in the snow—which was apparent by the accumulation of snow that had been on it—the man had expected the worst.

The baby—a precious little girl—spent only a night in the hospital before social services came to claim her. They placed her in a loving home with parents who promised to care for her, but just three days into the adoption process the couple backed out. There was something strange about the baby they said; she never cried, only stared with icy eyes, and was always freezing to the touch. She was brought back to the hospital and thoroughly examined. When nothing could be found wrong with her, she was placed with a new family. This lasted a week before that family too wanted nothing to do with the strange little baby. Social services was at a loss. Every family they placed her with, every foster home that took her in, would eventually give her back. She was scary they claimed. Like a little porcelain doll; cold and soulless.

She was three years old when someone who would love and care for her was finally found. The same man who had found her years before; Fire Marshal Henry White. He named her Snow and taught her how to laugh. The older she grew, the more he loved her and the warmer her eyes became. She was always a strange child, but Henry loved her oddities and took it upon himself to teach her ways to relate to other people. He taught her how to make little glass dolls and paint happy faces onto them, which taught her how to contort her face into pleasant expressions. He taught her various dances, which always got her blood rushing and warmed her skin and made her laugh. He taught her how to smile, how to pout, how to scoff and how to yell. The only thing Henry wouldn't teach Snow was how to cry. But there were no need for tears, not when he was there.

Then it happened. It had been a frustrating day at work for Snow—who was a phlebotomist in the outpatient clinic at their local hospital—and to cheer her up Henry decided to do what he did best. He pulled the fire truck out onto the street, put on some music and lead her around the fire station in a dance. The other firemen clapped and hooted and Snow and Henry laughed as they did the Charleston around garage.  He was beaming at her, the wrinkled around his eyes crinkling in the happiest of expressions, he always looked at her like that when they danced. The fall was sudden, and at first everyone thought he was joking. But when Henry didn't move the firehouse paramedics jumped into action. They loaded him into the ambulance and rushed him to the hospital. Snow clutched his hand the entire way, staring blankly at Henry's calmly sleeping face as the paramedic performed chest compressions and tried desperately to restart his old friend's heart.

Snow sat in the emergency room for what felt like hours, her expression cold and her skin icy. It was a mere thirty minutes before a nurse came out and led her to the critical care room. Henry lay on a hospital cot, his shirt cut open, the gray curls covering his chest bared. He was dead—a brain aneurism she was to be told—and for a long time she just stared at the man who had raised her. The man who had loved her when no one else would. In twenty-seven years not a single tear had past her hollow brown eyes. In that moment every one that had been denied release rushed forward. Snow wailed into her father's chest, soaking the soft curls in her sorrow. The grief was unbearable, her screams were heartbreaking and she was inconsolable. Snow's breakdown was so intense that she herself was admitted to the hospital and sedated.
Story
Snow woke up three days later, feeling absolutely nothing. She checked herself out of the hospital, claimed Henry's body and began preparations for his funeral. It was a small affair—Henry had no living relatives—with only Snow and the other firemen in attendance. She did not cry. The day after the funeral she was back at work. She did not bother to fake smiles for the patients that came to see her. She spoke only when it was necessary to. Most patients paid it no mind, only one seemed particularly interested in speaking with her. Even as she ignored them they continued to hit on her, complimenting her pale skin, her dark hair and even her cold eyes. Snow simply drew their blood and sent them on their way, staring vacantly as they offered her hand a kiss before making their exit. She ignored the strange warmth that lingered on her skin where they had touched.

That night, while on her way home from a bar nearby the hospital, Snow is attacked by a strange, terrifying creature, only to be saved by none other than the patient who'd been flirting with her earlier that day. They announce that she is to come with them, that they will protect her from those who would pursue her in exchange for one thing. Her blood. They tell her she is their half-sister; the daughter of a demon, a very powerful one at that, and a human. That her blood is rare and powerful, and that of their six other siblings, they who possess her would possess the power to end their father's reign and rule over his domain. Naturally she writes them off as insane and runs. Unfortunately for Snow, shaking off her savior would prove not only impossible, but hazardous. Especially when the others that are after her are not so interested in her preservation.

Expecting: I need a dominant partner to play with this character. Bondage, slight N/C with kidnapping, drugging, blackmail and minimal bloodplay will be involved. I haven't completely worked out the details of the story, so there will be a lot of plot discussion and the chance to tweak it to something we'll both enjoy.

Open to suggestions and any changes my partner may want to make.


That High School Bebop(NSFW image)
Pamela Days Jones
Name: Pamela Days Jones aka “Peach”
Age: 18
Persona: Vivacious, stubborn, lustful, blunt.
Background
Not one student currently in attendance at Glenwood High could remember exactly how the war started. It had happened so long ago that the rumors had morphed into urban legends. Some said that they had murdered a prized football player in cold blood in the stadium locker room, others claimed they had viciously gang raped the prom queen and left her to die in a back alley on Halloween night. No one knew which story—if either—were true, and no one cared to find out. All anyone was certain of at Glenwood high school was that whatever had happened to spark the violent rivalry, it was Wormwood high that had started it. It was Wormwood that first formed their gang—The Watchers—and terrorized the innocent students of Glenwood. They had beat boys to within an inch of their lives, assaulted countless girls, and vandalized dozens of structures in the urban area of East Village before Glenwood high retaliated.

That's when they formed The Rogues. Everyone was in agreement that, that was the point where things got extremely out of hand.

The violence mounted to the point where kids began to fill the hospitals of their respected inner cities, some even died, but no one was pointing fingers. They settled their grievances on the streets, with their fists and their lead pipes. No matter how many students the police rounded and locked up, there were always more and more that stepped forward to fight.

The police lost control, the schools were terrified at the behavior of their students and no one knew how to make it stop. So the battle continued, stretching through three decades of children hungry for the blood of their enemy. Even if they didn't participate in their gangs activities they supported it, trained to look the other way and keep their mouths shut. No one knew a thing, no one ever saw what happened and no one would ever betray their school. At least that's how most of the students felt.

For Pamela, better known as Peach, the Rogues and Watchers were just a bunch of silly boys and girls throwing violent tantrums. All that was important to Peach, was staying fit for cross country track, making sure Ryder stayed out of prison, and finding a boyfriend brave enough to date her right under the nose of her overprotective, slightly possessive cousin Ryder; the latest leader of the Rogues.
Story
Pamela and Ryder's mother's were as close as two sisters could be. So close in fact, that they gave birth to their first children merely months apart. The bond between their mothers coupled with their closeness of age, Pamela and Ryder grew up very close. They lived in the same apartment building on separate floors their entire lives, always went to the same school, and from the time they were in diapers spent pretty much every bit of spare time together. Their teenage years were no different. Despite Ryder running off to join the Rogues the moment they walked through the doors of Glenwood against Pamela's wishes, the two remained close. While Ryder was off climbing the ranks of the "gang' Pamela occupied her time merely scraping by in academics and excelling on Gelnwood's track team. All the while trying to nab herself a cute jock boyfriend, because the boys on the football team were way too preoccupied being stars to join in on the "fun" the Rogues were having.

Unfortunately for Pamela, even in their freshman year Ryder had managed to make a name for themselves as a particularly ruthless Rogue. By sophomore year Ryder was in the gang's top rankings. By junior year was elected leader by the graduating head, and even with her good looks and ridiculously rocking body, no boy would look twice at Pamela for fear of igniting Ryder's wrath. Her cousin had gotten into scuffles with every boy who'd sought out Pamela in her freshman and sophomore year, going so far as to break both the legs of one boy who hadn't been willing to back off in her Junior. Now in her senior year, Pamela can barely get any boy who isn't a Rogue (and has Ryder's expressed permission) to speak to her, let alone date her.

And for a blossoming young woman eager to experience all the pleasure her teenage hormones can handle, it's quite frustrating.

Expecting: This story could go a few ways. It can be played with her cousin Ryder, a rival Watcher, a very brave Rogue or fellow neutral classmate. Any role you choose I only ask that my play partner take on the dominant role. This story will most likely be more vanilla flavored,  but could definitely have some BDSM depending on the role you choose to play.

Open to suggestions and any changes my partner may want to make.


Racing Down the Wrong LaneHiatus
Destiny Lycoris
Name: Destiny Lycoris
Age: 30
Personality: Feisty, independent, empathetic, vivacious.
Background
Destiny Lycoris lived a less than comfortable life through her childhood. Her parents separated when she was still a toddler, her mother disappeared and left her father to raise her. Her father might have once been a good man, but if he had been the betrayal of his wife changed him. He was a prominent Pediatrician, a pillar in their community; he delivered every baby, treated every child in their small town. He was loved and respected, by everyone but his daughter. No one knew the man that Destiny knew however. The people in town only knew the kind Dr. Lycrois; a man wonderful with children, generous and patient. Only Destiny saw who he was beneath the facade. A darkly twisted man, enraged by the abandonment of his wife, cold and cruel toward the daughter who looked so much like her.

That was why she left the day she turned eighteen, without a goodbye to anyone. She took the money she had saved working part-time in her teens and used it to forge a path cross-country to start a new life. It was hard, there were times when she would sleep in shelters or even out on the streets. She managed though, she'd do whatever she had to do to make sure she never had to go back to that town, back to that man. Eventually she got herself into school, from there she built a career in social work, helping as many children as she could, mending as many families as could be mended.

She was proud of herself, proud of what she had become. On the day of her thirtieth birthday however, Destiny realized that for all her accomplishments she had forgotten one thing. A family of her own. She was a beautiful woman, so finding a boyfriend wasn't difficult. The problem was that Destiny was so preoccupied in planning her future with Collin, that she wasn't really paying attention to the present. She'd gone for an older man—Collin was nearly forty—figuring he'd have maturity and want to settle down. Unfortunately for Destiny, Collin was in the throws of his midlife crisis.
Story
Destiny had been dating Collin for six months, and was already happily preparing for their future together. She'd named their children—they'd have two, a boy and girl preferably—picked out the dining ware and cutlery for the kitchen in their future home, and planned the theme for their wedding. Collin was preoccupied with modifying the muscle car he'd bought with a commission check from work. His newest hobby in his quest to stay young (after taking guitar lessons and getting hair plugs) was street racing local college kids in an underground ring he'd heard of through word-of-mouth. It was ridiculous, pathetic really. Destiny was a supportive girlfriend though, so she let him play his little games while she handled the adult aspects of their relationship, and waited patiently for Collin to get over growing old. 

One night Collin convinces Destiny to attend one of his races. She reluctantly agrees and stands amongst the drunken young adults while her boyfriend goes off to make a fool of himself. Unbeknownst to Destiny, the racer Collin is up against knows her. She was their social worker assigned to their adoption case. That was years ago however, and Destiny doesn't recognize the young racer, but they certainly remember her. Capitalizing on Collin's drunken state, the young racer offers the older man a wager. If Collin can beat their car in the race, they'll give it to him, if he can't he'll allow the young racer to take Destiny out on a date after the race.

Collin agrees, Collin loses, Destiny is furious when she's informed of what her boyfriend has done. Needless to say, Collin's drunken stupidity marks the end of his relationship with Destiny. Destiny allows the young racer to take her home, and in her annoyance at the blatant stupidity of older men, allows the young racer to kiss her and feel her up as a form of petty revenge. When they try for more however, they are immediately shut down. She tells them they're far too young for her and sends them on their way.

Unfortunately for Destiny, the young racer is not so easily discouraged. They've held a torch for her since the first time they met her, and now that they've found Destiny again, they're not willing to let her go.

Expecting: I need a dominant partner to play with this character. Bondage, slight N/C with stalking, public molestation and (kind of)kidnapping will be involved.

Open to suggestions and any changes my partner may want to make.
« Last Edit: November 30, 2016, 01:35:57 AM by Pastel Kitkat »

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Re: Pastel Kitkat's Currently Craved Stories f/f or m/f
« Reply #1 on: May 17, 2016, 07:30:25 PM »
This has been a bump.

Currently have time for one or two other games. If interested you may choose one of the above story ideas or message me to create our own bases of shared interests.

End bump.

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Re: Pastel Kitkat's Currently Craved Stories f/f or m/f (BDSM dynamic)
« Reply #2 on: June 05, 2016, 02:55:03 AM »
NEW STORY ADDED: Caging the Songbird

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Re: Pastel Kitkat's Currently Craved Stories f/f or m/f (BDSM dynamic)
« Reply #3 on: June 09, 2016, 07:41:13 PM »
NEW STORY ADDED: Taking Full Advantage

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NEW STORY ADDED: Racing Down the Wrong Lane

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NEW STORIES ADDED: Snow White and the Seven Demon Princes // The Scent of Lavender.

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Re: Pastel Kitkat's Craved Stories f/f or m/f (BDSM dynamic - Sub seeking Dom)
« Reply #6 on: November 30, 2016, 01:46:18 AM »
Updated: Currently looking to take on two stories (maybe three depending on the pace).