“Get up,” Alicia demanded from her current flame as he lay snuggled betwixt messy smoke-scented and tanned sheets. Above the bed-frame read 12:00pm Saturday. Both of them overslept, but thankfully neither had anything really planned for the day except one easy task - to arrange a ‘meeting’ with their illegal distributor. “C’mon, babe. You need to get on today. I did it last week, it’s your turn.”

Again, she whined and attempted to wake the older male by shoving his shoulder. It became evident to the twenty year old that he had no intention removing himself from their double bed any time soon, so Alicia paced their apartment for a cigarette. Rumnaging through the remains of last night’s partying had their spacious level cluttered with empty bottles, packets, and spilled substances over the benches.

Once upon a time, this had been a spatious and affordable slice of heaven with two bedrooms and two bathrooms, one of which being an en-suite to the largest of the sleeping abodes. The top floor apartment boasted a small but traditional-style balcony overlooking the nearby streets - a prime bonus for anyone needing to keep an eye out on who was driving by. It also had a living room with a built-in counter kitchen, the white walls slightly surrounding the latter being stained from the wash of old tobacco. But thankfully, the use of multiple scented candles and incense tackled any foul odours.

While he slept and snored away in the other room Alicia took it upon herself to tidy up the mess, puff on a stick, and lounge around with the television centred in the living room blaring 90s cartoons. He was given an hour before more pushing sought to bring him to life since she naught plan to spend the remainder of the day by herself. It was after all her weekend off from work; a popular club promoter and tender on the end of their street had her shifts rotate and change spontaneously, so she made the most of company while it was there.

Meanwhile, she felt the tremble of her hands that is her downer, and an uninvited sickly feeling pooling in her belly. It was her body’s way of indicating a new fix, to scratch that itch her addiction gnawed within her.

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I’m looking for something long-term that’s heavily influenced by a movie revolving around drug use and addiction. I also snagged the idea from the film Requiem for a Dream.

So basically what I’m asking for is a boyfriend x girlfriend pairing - they abuse heavy drugs, finding themselves in a lot of debt, while they struggle to keep their relationship healthy and maintain it. It’ll be unstable and toxic. Both parties being mentally fucked up which leads to them taking it out on one another.

They will be the main focus, but I would like for their financial problems to be too much to handle. Thus allowing us to throw in forced prostitution, objectification, non/dub con and other kinks and events.

This can go a lot of different ways but I am mainly craving some more darker stories right now. Lowly socioeconomic settings. Trauma, cheating, addictions to sex, drugs, drinking.

Preference is to use discord and/or google docs. Could maybe use Reddit.

Can play either role in regards to the male or female. Would be kinda cool to play as the males.