♥ NEW ♥ The Alpha's Mate • Modern • Potential Extreme
In the modern supernatural world, the werewolves are nearing extinction, dwindled down from numbers in the thousands across the world to now a mere few hundred. Rumor said it began when an alpha’s mate, angry at her mate and unaccepting of her position in the supernatural world, placed a curse on the mating bloodlines to come, forcing the rare mortal women, descendants from the original bloodline, able to breed with the alpha wolves into hiding or otherwise obscuring the bloodlines, making it difficult for them to be tracked down and brought into fold. Mystics attempted to bring fertility to the female werewolves but their results proved disastrous, creating monsters that came out dead and decaying from the wombs or had to be put down within minutes after birth. It would take centuries for the curse to lift and in the meantime their once proud and prominent race became nothing but shadows, hidden away and forced to watch the possibility of they becoming nothing but a footprint in history.
The dreams began shortly after her sixteenth birthday – a white wolf marked with silver runes that roamed woods that seemed to stretch for an eternity. She knew those woods as well as she knew herself and would spend hours in them, running and frolicking, chasing her prey, and bathing in the moonlight that seemed to strengthen her. Then came the black wolf marked in similar silver runes and she knew he meant her no harm and those woods were meant for the both of them. There were mornings, however, that she woke with her body slick with sweat and humming with arousal; others where she felt exhausted, as if she really had been running in the woods. Then one morning she woke in the woods, covered in scratches and miles away from her house. That hadn’t been easy to explain especially as her parents thought she had runaway and by some miracle accepted the sleep walking theory…
And then she started having dreams of the past, of centuries and millennia ago where she wasn’t herself but another, someone meant for the alpha coming to claim her …
Seeking: The Alpha. Open to further world building on this as just some basics have been laid out. Open for discussion.
Wanted • Modern • Potential Extreme
It should have been just another freak summer storm, one that rattled the windows of the lake house and had her making sure there were candles and oil lamps available for the inevitable power outage. There was something to be said for living on the outside of a small lake town, consistent power during storms not being one of them. It was the artist made her home … and where a stranger in the night made his sanctuary. Who was he? There was an extremely dangerous sense and look about him. He appeared in the middle of the night as lightning crashed down around the lake house and she was given no choice on him staying.
Seeking: The stranger in the night. Initial thoughts are perhaps a criminal on the run, either from the law or other criminals. Non-con very much an option and/or a really twisted romance of sorts. Open for possibilities.
The Private Dancer • Modern
For him it was just a break in the routine of another business trip, a step away from the reality of a stressful day that would hopefully carry him into a relaxing weekend. What harm could come from hiring a discrete private dancer? She came highly recommended from the agency and the photo on the website promise a night full of visual delights. He'd heard rumor from a couple of his underlings that 'happy endings' happened more often than not, and he couldn't deny the arousal he felt when he looked at her picture, imagined how happy she could make him. The legs alone were enough to die for, brutally long and gorgeously toned.
For her it was simply another client, another few hundred to help pad her income and keep her head above water while she pursued her dreams. Only to herself would she ever admit how much she enjoyed dancing like this, teasing men with her body, with the silent promise of what could be theirs. The look in their eyes, the desire, added a confidence to her over the years that hadn't been there before. She was one of those rare private dancers where happy endings never happened -- no touching was one of her strict rules, even the slightest of touches bringing an abrupt end to the evening together. It wasn't supposed to be different for the new client... and at the beginning, it wasn't.
She was a little surprised when a short time later he called, requested her specifically. More so when he called a third time. It was that third time when she allowed for that touch, the lightest of caresses. The third time had been a true surprise as dinner came with a dance, and with dinner, conversation. They shouldn't have clicked, shared any sense of chemistry, but they had and did... and she was helpless when he called her personally the next time. More and more she found her rules bending until one night... they broke.
The next time he called she tried to refuse him and that was when she realized why she had all those rules to begin with.
Looking For: The client. I'd like to start this story from when he first requests her and play through as it develops into her breaking her rules, letting the relationship between them blossom until realizing she's gone too far. From there I have some ideas how it could play out as his interest in her has not diminished but heightened with a need to possess.
The King's Mistress • Historical Fiction or Fantasy
A pregnant, otherwise frigid Queen, instructs one of her Ladies to become the King's mistress.
There had been much that Lady Annabelle Gray anticipated when she'd been brought to the capital for her (twice removed) cousin's court, her Royal Majesty, the Queen. She played the harp and sang well enough, falling into an easy pattern of playing for the Queen in the afternoons among the rest of the duties that had been placed upon her. It wasn't long before she saw why the rumors had spread about her cousin -- the Queen was cold. She showed little affection and when she did, it was done with a chilling calculation that often left Belle with a queasy feeling. Strict with her ladies, the slightest error could provoke an icy wrath that even those not being punished could do little but squirm and wish to flee. The facade was only softened in public, enough warmth coming through so as not to terrify the average citizen upon sight.
However, what she hadn't expected most of all was the instruction that came just days after the Queen's pregnancy was confirmed -- by Her Majesty's command she was to become the King's mistress. Focused on producing an heir, the King had not taken a mistress in the past two years, since their marriage. Now, the Queen wanted someone she could feasibly control, and her sweet, innocent cousin was just who she knew her husband's eye would wander to. The Queen's instruction? For Belle to be placed within the King's sight and for her to encourage his attentions, despite Belle's own protests.
Except the Queen's schemes weren't being overlooked and everything was hanging by a thread for Her Majesty who soon found herself with the real threat of being replaced.
Seeking: The King. Seeing this with quite a bit of political/social intrigue and the Queen being severely outplayed by the King, as well as including reluctant non-con.
To Pay A Debt • Modern
Debts must always be paid. It was one of the first lessons his father taught him, one that remained imprinted in him from a young age. Their family should never shy away from offering help and protection, of ensuring those around them – those loyal to their family as so many were – but nothing was ever freely given. There was always a price to be paid, always a debt to collect, no matter how long it may be until that that payment was called in.
Years ago, when he was still young and new to the world, his father granted a favor to one of the smaller families. At the time no one thought much of it; the family in question was relatively influential and many knew the favor had been granted due to the Don and the senior of the family having grown up together in the homeland. The favor itself was a paltry sum, one paid back within just months, but still the family name was written down and beside it an asterix – notation of a debt owed. Years later, after the passing of one Don and the dawning of a new power, the son he’d meticulously and ruthlessly groomed, that debt was finally called in and there was only one form of payment being allowed:
The family’s daughter.
Some ideas on how it can go from the basic set up, but very welcome to other ideas, too:
• The daughter is still rather young when taken from her parents, he deciding to take her then in order to groom and mold her as she grows. Beyond future wife/breeding mate, could opt for a pet or simply wanted as much control over her upbringing as possible. This could also further develop a sense of Daddy/daughter relation, if that’s a path you’d like to explore.
• She becomes his at sixteen, perhaps just a few days after the unexpected lavish event – paid for by him, unknown to her at the time – or he comes for her at the end of the night.
• This wasn’t something planned, not initially, until a year after the death of his first wife and he’s become focused on the need to expand his family. When looking over the old debt books of his father’s he discovers this one and approaches her first directly – she’s 18-22, perhaps the last member of her family after a series of unfortunate events (illness, accidents), and the only one that can pay off the debt her family owes.
• The new Don orchestrates the downfall of the family or the need for them to go back to him/his family for further assistance. Or, after simple research into the family, discovering how prolific with child bearing they have been for generations, he selects her specifically.
Seeking: The new Don.
♥ CRAVING ♥ Sweet Sugar • Modern
An eighteen year old girl hesitantly accepts the offer from an older man (30-40) for him to become her “sugar daddy,” treating to a nicer side of life and helping her through college. As the relationship develops the demands on her time increase until there’s almost little time for her studies -- long weekends spent on another coast, a seeming constant round of functions, dinners, and events he demands to have her at his side for, impromptu trips that take her away for a week at a time, college breaks spent without even a murmur to her family. With that came the growing dominance that he set out to establish from early on, intending to mold her into his little pet and remove all further obstacles from them. Any resistance is met with further dominance, the control he’s already weaved around her life … and knowing he could make her whole world crumble down around her.
What neither of them counted on was the depth of emotions neither of them were prepared for.
Alternate idea: The story between them could start when she’s sixteen/seventeen, perhaps either as his babysitter or house sitter or does odd jobs for him around the house. A little bit extra money here and there for “jobs well done,” and then a bigger tip the day he kisses her, lays his hand on her thigh, and slowly starts to pushing her boundaries with little trinkets and gifts each time he's more and more intimate with her.
Seeking: The sugar daddy. There may be degrees of non-con. I’d love to include an impregnation theme, as well, but that is optional.
Waking • Modern • Potential Extreme
It should have been something simple. Weren't one night stands supposed to be simple? It should have just been that one night she either regretted or still smiled about, something that at twenty-two, a fresh college graduate about to start a great internship, should be a breeze for her. That had been her intention when she headed into the club that night, easily lured out by some of her girlfriends. They'd given her two weeks to get over a recent break up, though she had to admit that had been generous. The now ex-boyfriend wasn't worth two weeks, but it'd taken heartbreak for her to see that. That night was going to be her reawakening, the embrace of new found freedom. There were frothy drinks and lots of dancing... and then there was him.
She couldn't remember how long they danced together. As the night grew longer she found herself slowly separated from her girlfriends, but alarm never came. They flirted, hotly so. He bought her another drink and while she was distracted by the lights, the music, the sexual tension, slipped in another small dosage of the drug. It wasn't one she ever noticed, except that she couldn't resist him. Not one part of her wanted to resist this stranger and there never came a question when he eventually escorted her from the club and to his home.
They came together with such heat. Hours slipped by as they devoured one another, seeming unable to sate deep, hot aches, until she remembered no more but the hard feel of his body.
She woke in a cage and her whole world changed.
Seeking: The man. Open for different twists on this, including supernatural. Also open to the potential of an extreme theme. |
Topic: ξ Story Ideas & Cravings ξ m/f plots - [MUL] - 06.20.17 (Read 11761 times)