'I am 18 and all participants and characters must be 18 '

Hello again.

I’ve come in search for a partner who might be interested in writing one of my more recurring inclinations, as the whim strikes: a plot following a hybrid werecat / djinn (my character (F/Fu)) who has been inherited by your character (M or F and all in between), along with a rather derelict residential abode.

The idea is in no way developed beyond the above disclosure, save for the outline I’ve drafted for my character, named Enfinui, and her origins. You have creative freedom over your character, from their looks, to their personality, background, species and what have you.

She's one of my taller, more majestic gals who historically does very, very poorly across from characters whose intellect is as nonexistent as her own tends to be, or males in particular, who express any characteristics even remotely suggestive of "alpha" or dominant behavior.

Routinely scores low on social etiquette; is surprisingly inactive when not performing a hunt and is a big, cuddly lounger in comfortable company.

**She's my favorite, protective, arrogant and extremely stubborn lovebug.

This prompt itself is a rarity for what I usually go for, as it is wholly geared toward the Romance genre, with fantasy / adventure coming as a pale secondary light. However, in my past experiences, her predatory drive typically conflicts with the creator's original intentions.

Smut is likely, but story is always my own priority.

Kinks Intrigues likely to arise in this line, based on this character:

- Servitude: Distorted and corrupt though it may be, Enfinui is prone to it.

- Worship-play: She loves it.

- Free-use: She has it.

- Teasing: She does it. –Not a fan of having it done back.

- Non-con / violence: She doesn’t know she’s doing it, but ‘tis done like clock-work. Doesn’t handle sad times or bad times well and it’s everyone’s fault but her own.

Over-powering: Her intelligence is questionable, but her size and strength is unmatched. And she knows it and will not hesitate to use it to her advantage.

- Exhaustion: Unholy sex drive. Leave ‘em on the brink of death–then go down for more. Enough is never enough.

- Licking / biting / sucking: she likes exploring things with her mouth~. Sometimes for hours on end.

- Touching: Likes the rubbing of things. Will rub at random.

- Possessiveness: Does not share or allow near turf. Will eat the mail lady at a glance. Every time.

- Rough-housing: Will stalk, pounce and wrestle on a whim just because. The more struggling and squirming, the wetter and rougher she gets.

- Affection: All things considered, with the right approach, them maternal instincts will kick in and she will nurture and spoil the ripest of fruit absolutely rotten. A big, big pushover who just couldn’t bare to say ‘no.’

Advanced, literate partners only. I have no qualms with complaining about post quality or any malcontent on my part, but so long as we’re both putting in the effort, I won’t straight-up curb you.

I use Discord or (preferably) Docs.

But, if you everything else sounds kosher in the above, then feel free to send me a chat or message on Reddit’s abominable interface and let’s pray I receive notification of it.

On that ending note, good luck in your search.

Starter seg:

"You shouldn't play with your food."

Enfinui glanced over at her brother, Anui. In dusk's silver moonlight, his dark fur rustled in the cool breeze, his black eyes bright with the opportunity to spoil her fun. 

Sprawled across the seemingly infinite bed of grass, she continued to roll the crystal sphere beneath a massive paw. Inside the transparent orb there could be seen walking the most darling of things.

"One of his kin has passed. Dearest Wellington. May his spirit rot with his old bones." But the nephew, perhaps there was purpose in him yet. Along with something more…delectable.

A large, pink appendage lapped forth, swiping across her maw as she imagined the taste and feel of the springlet. His meat, grisly, tender betwixt her fangs. His taste, a euphoric tang…

“You know, eating them does not remove your bonds.”

Humid winds funneled through twin nostrils. Impatient sighs were a common thing in Anui's company. The male could be so…so.. like Anui. 

Behind her, the flick of a gray mass twitched once. Twice. Diamond-slit pupils followed her brother's movement thinly as she flopped to lie leisurely upon her side.

"Say, Anui… have you minded your own assignments? I do believe I saw your human eying the firesticks her Nan forbade."

Anui’s attention whipped around to spy the distant Oracle nest, where a heap of psychic spheres sat mounted, one upon another, twisting and gyrating restlessly against the realm-views hosted within them. In three panicked bounds across the field of swaying grass, Anui found the one sheltering his prized human, Abigail. The girl sat inside her room, playing innocently with one of the many toy dolls a “mystery” donor had gifted to her at last season’s annual Flower-Day festival. 

By the time Anui was calmed enough to throw his accusative glare back at Enfinui across the way, the werecat had already risen to all fours, her own psychic sphere imprisoned behind the widespread grin of her fangs. Inside, the scene of the estate house swirled in and out of focus, shifting between its courtyard vistas and the officiating signer seated inside the parlor, waiting for the inheritor to make their arrival.

Anui, racing toward her now: “Enfin–wait–don’t–”

Much too late. 

Enfinui bit down on the glass orb until the pleasant telling sound of its shatter sounded before her ears. In a muffled puff was she yet vanishing. Leaving behind the residual wisps of a decaying blue spool of churning  light. There, then gone. A hollow echo signifying her last trace: “Be still; I’ll return shortly.”

Honest intentions. For how long would the meager visit demand her time? A quick acquaintance, just to get to know this spawned kin of the previous wretch. Just a… an introduction.