Beautiful blue eyes rolled into the back of the elf as the man beneath them watched, he took pleasure in seeing the elf enjoying this moment. The petite elf gasped, their delicate soft hands on his chest trying to steadying themselves, hips moving back and forth, the elf was grinding their clit against his body and he couldn’t help but chuckle trying to gently pinch at one of the erect nipples that mesmerized him so, until a hand swatted at him.

“Dammit Emil, let me just to-” he growled a little, feeling impatient as Emil the elf pulled themselves away from his touch.

“L-Let me just cum first,” Emil giggled, leaning down to kiss the man’s pouty lips softly.

“... gotcha!”

He pulled the elf down to him, wrapping his strong arms around the elf’s feminine frame and laughed hearing his companion struggle a bit before breaking out into a fit of giggles. Emil stopped moving and laid there, listening to the faint heartbeat as the man ran his fingers against the elf’s soft silky hair.

“Emil, please reconsider that request I asked of you…” the man whispered, watching the elf’s blue eyes widen. “I’m begging you.”

“I-I won’t see you again if I do, you know that, I want to keep seeing you again, you idiot,” he hated seeing them cry, and a part of him regretted asking. “A-And don’t say it’s better that way!”

Emil gasped and opened their eyes, tears stained their cheeks and the side of the pillow as the elf tried their best to breathe, blurry tear filled vision made it hard to see. Their heart was almost ready to burst out of their chest, a pressure was building and it was making the elf anxious as their breathing started to quicken, hands clutching the fabric of their t-shirt. They tried to count to ten, to center themselves like they always did after a nightmare. The elf sat up and dried their tears using the collar of their baggy t-shirt, sniffling a bit at the thought of a dream they couldn’t really remember anymore. In the dream they were there making love to a man, who always asked them to do something that made them upset and every time Emil would wake up in the present, either staring at the ceiling are somehow rolled up in a bundle of blankets and crying. ‘I don’t think this dream is healthy for my heart…’ the elf thought, looking around, still wiping away some tears from the corners of their eyes.

“Fuck, what time is it?” the elf squinted a bit, looking at the digital clock that was to the side of their bed. “Shit, I’m gonna be late again!”

Despite the panic Emil accepted their fate and pulled the thick-quilted light blue covers off of their body, kicking their feet in the process to try and free themselves from the comfy bed. The elf sat up, feet touching the beige colored carpet, arms stretched over head and yawning loud to greet the start of their day. There was a little groan that escaped their soft lips, rubbing their hands against their face and stood up, finally moving around to grab clothes from the wooden dresser that doubled as a tv stand. The entirety of their room felt claustrophobic, painted plastic models lined the top of the dark cheap bookshelves, paperback books and academic hardcovers that couldn’t fit in the bookshelf were in a pile near an old unused music stand that only gathered ensembles of dust and vague aspirations. A computer desk with hazardous unfinished water bottles, empty bags of snacks, and little knickknacks of random screws and art materials were all over it. At least the computer looked to be in better care, if not for the little crumbs of food near a keyboard.

It was easy to walk along the carpet, but it required elven finesse to be able to move around without tripping or slipping, or stubbing a toe.

Emil rubbed a spot on the side of their neck, light fingers touching tattoo inked skin, there was some kind of sensation there. The elf couldn’t help but blush, a deep reddish color stained their brown skin and the tips of their ears. ‘That must have been some dream, too bad I can’t remember it,’ the elf thought making their way into the bathroom. White paint everywhere a’-la-the landlord special, and weird off-colored beige vinyl tiles. Emil pulled the light grey shirt off and panties, revealing a very feminine figure underneath. Brown skin dotted with little beauty marks here and there, despite the boyish facade that Emil presented there was no denying or arguing against the curves that Emil had.

Short white hair with messy strands that seemed to flip out in whichever direction. Emil sighed a bit, and looked at the tattoos on their hands and wrist, and forearms and inspected the larger one on their neck and shoulders through the large mirror. Elves and tattoos never mixed well, at least in human tattoo shops, but it looked like their skin too well to this ink; it was some kind of mixture that slowed the healing rate just in the tattooed areas. Granted there was always a paranoid thought about getting hurt in those areas. Emil knew it was some kind of plant mixture that dulled elvish senses. ‘I can see why other elves liked going to that shop…’ Emil’s mind was wandering again about the designs, the constellation of Sirius on both of their wrists and the star charts that covered their forearms, before the image of their boss popped into their head.

“He might as well just fire me!” Emil whined and kicked it into high gear.

Emil was always careless when it came to try to go fast, eyes stinging from coconut shampoo, dropping a body wash container on their foot, slamming their elbow into the thick tempered glass of the sliding shower door. Emil had enough grace to at least not slip out of the shower like last time. Something about the dreams left the elf’s mind frazzled for the day and it was something that they had been noticing in the last month.

“Maybe this is all stress related?” Emil sighed, grabbing their toothbrush and slathering some minty toothpaste and hummed a little diddy as they brushed. The dream was very melodramatic.

Spit, rinse, don’t repeat, and out the bathroom door they went, forgetting where they stashed the clothes they pulled out of the dresser minutes ago. A golden yellow shirt, black ripped jeans, a grey sports bra and a cheeky pair of matching manties were crumbled against the metal bed frame edge. The elf yelled a bit and covered their face, trying to remember to count to ten but it wasn’t doing much good.

As Emil was floundering trying to get to work on time their boss, the vampire Sebastian, had been unlocking the storefront of the Dog Star bookstore after pulling back the steel gates that were in front of the windows. On the front of the building was an advertisement for palm readings, tea leaf readings, and tarot in gold and black font. Little white stars decorated the large font and the starting price. He hadn’t noticed the smaller red font that read ‘ask me about my potions’. He couldn’t help but chortle, Emil had been begging him to break out the old cauldron that was stashed away in the basement. Sebastian ran the bookstore side of the business and Emil was the more experienced one when it came to herbs and divination. Still somehow Emil could never seem to be on time lately. Still the elf’s gentle demeanor behind closed doors and their patience for things soothed him in ways he couldn’t explain beyond just a boss and employee.

He couldn't help but wonder if it was last week's run in with that monster book that might have rattled the elf a little. Suffice to say, Emil had been lifted up off the ground, hanging upside down with their shirt ripped off thanks to a hungry vine creature that was hiding in the pages of the book. It had been hexed to attack when an elf was near, and unfortunately for Emil they were just the elf to wake it up. Sebastian knew of Emil’s identity, the elf had written it down on their job application and he was accepting of it, wood elves had a belief that their body was just a vessel for the soul, which is what mattered more than the physical. That’s how Emil explained it anyways, and there was some historical documentation to back that up, at least from the traveling journals of witches and dark medicine practitioners.

“I’m sorry for being late!” a loud shout broke his thoughts as his hand had rested on the latch of the wooden door.

Emil was running down the sidewalk, and Sebastian couldn’t help but think of the word ‘bee’ seeing them. Black leather boots, black ripped jeans, a golden yellow shirt and a bright striped beanie with goldens and blacks. The vampire was laughing as Emil finally made it to the storefront entrance. Emil gripped the shoulder straps of their black backpack and looked at the man, he was laughing a lot.

“Haha, you look like a fucking bee Emil,” he managed to spill it as the elf puffed out some air. “W-We haha… today we were going to open late today, remember?”

“Fuck!” Emil gripped the sides of their beanie and pulled down the fabric a bit. “Ugh, I’m sorry Sebastian. I’ve been having this weird fucking dreams, and I swear to the gods themselves if I find the guy, I’m gonna fucking kick his ass if he sets foot in the store.”

“You’re going to do no such thing, Em,” Sebastian quipped, pushing the door open and pulled back the curtains that were hanging behind the door. He watched his little coworker trudge along and closed the door, locking the deadbolt, it was still too early to open.

“Of course I’m not going to… but I’m gonna honestly consider it…” Emil muttered and walked into the store, moving down the aisle of occult history and into the kitchen area.

“You can wear one of my spare cardigans by the way,” he peered into the back and noticed Emil flinched and sighed.

“I’m sorry, I forgot…” the elf sighed and looked at their tattoos before rubbing the sides of their arms. “I’m sorry, I really am sorry.” The tattoos had a way of intimidating some customers.

“It’s fine, since you came early, why don’t I fix you up some breakfast and you can tell me all about it?”

“I keep getting fucked by some guy and he keeps making me cry, there’s not much to tell,” the elf said nonchalantly as the vampire looked dumbfounded for a moment before letting the elf continue. “I’m pretty sure it’s some bullshit past life thing, because I look different. I don’t remember the guy, but he remembers my name. Whatever request he asks me in the dream is enough to make me uh… cry when I wake up.”

Sebastian had filled water into a tea kettle and walked over to the small kitchen stove that he managed to convince the health and building inspectors was necessary, and let the water heat up. An image flashing over in his head from a dream he had months before. An elf with blue eyes and white hair, ivory skin and a faint bite mark on her neck, bright red lips and a smile as blazing as the sun itself. ‘Aemilia?’ he thought and looked back at Emil as they took a seat and unfolded one of the smaller tables near the small kitchen counter. Sebastian winced, seeing an afterimage of the woman from his dreams.

When you see me again, kill me…

“Earth to Sebastian? Dude the kettle,” Emil covered one of their ears and rushed over to the stove, turning down the heat and grabbed a small hand towel, setting it down on the countertop. “You okay? You look way more pale than usual.”

“Y-Yeah, just uh, I haven’t fed so I might need you to take care of the store for the next hour when we open. Think you’ll be okay?”

“Yeah! You can count on me, sir.” Emil said smiling, and for some reason the vampire felt tears in his eyes seeing the elf smile like that, no wonder he had been drawn to them immediately.

Reincarnation cycles were a bitch sometimes.

Hey everyone!
So for this one it’s just a kind of ‘fate connects them’ type of thing. The two of them run a bookstore and occasionally help people or just find random things in the store in general and get up to silly shenanigans.
I’m looking for someone to play Sebastian the half vampire, or full vampire if you prefer. Shape shifting is something that I do like a bit, mostly because I also like werewolves and the whole canine cock business, but that doesn’t have to be a thing for this one unless you really want to. Underneath all that is the fact that the two of them are fate bound lovers, always meeting whenever they reincarnate. This is going to be their last cycle, but why? I have some ideas, but we can brainstorm on that together!
This one is a little more... character driven/plot than sex? I mean of course they're gonna fuck but we gotta tackle mysteries together too.

I’m okay with the love interest losing themselves a little in the love making, sometimes you get a little rough during the heat of the moment so aftercare and tenderness is important.

Emil is nonbinary and has a very androgynous looking face, but if you pull back the clothes you can tell they’re a woman. Their skin is brown with little beauty marks on the right thigh, under the curve of their left breast, another on the left side of their outer lips near the clit, and one on the back of their right shoulder blade. Emil has B-cup sized breasts that are perky with slightly puffy dark brown areolas and sensitive nipples. Hips as wide as their shoulders, and a cute perky butt that’s good for grabbing and slapping a bit. Emil is around 5’3 and has brown eyes. Emil’s tattoos are mostly just a singular black color. The most striking of which is just the one that goes down their jawline and around the whole neck area, stopping at the collarbones and it extends outward to the shoulders. The geometric looking lines that run up the forearms are pulsar maps. The ones on the top of the hands are sort of like a diamond shape, it’s supposed to mimic a hand bracelet that has a ring on the middle finger, except it’s all in ink. Kinda like a hand chain? I forget what they’re called. Their hair is short and messy, it's a very tomboyish cut with short sides and the back, it feels soft and fuzzy to the touch. The top part of it is longer, it kind of sometimes gets into Emil’s eyes a bit but they don’t seem to care much. Their glasses are thick rectangular frames, but it makes Emil’s face look cute.
Outside of that Emil still struggles a bit with their own identity, but feels like with Sebastian they can be themselves, since their boss sees them as just themselves and not a woman or a man, if that makes sense. They’re scared of bugs, and really are passionate about seeing stars.

other important things

I only roleplay on reddit and sometimes discord but I keep with PMs because it's just easier for me to manage. Writing wise I try to do more than 6 paragraphs and have some level of detail attached.

I love world building for these kinds of things, just in terms of character backgrounds and maybe just general world settings and I'd like to have your input too since it's going to be a place our characters will be inhabiting! Also I hope you're okay with OOC stuff, sometimes I just feel like chatting and asking how you're doing.

Let me know if you have any ideas to incorporate into this roleplay. Please provide a description of your character.
I’m going to just have the setting for this one be more of an Urban fantasy setting.

3rd person only please for the writing. I normally write afab nonbinary characters but I'm okay with switching Emil's pov to she/her if that's easier. I use mostly reddit pms for this.

Likes

sloppy kisses, tongue kisses, ridiculous amounts of cum, getting knotted, beast, romance, smut, affection, holding hands, saying I love you, bites on the neck, light amounts of forcefulness, oral (giving and receiving), size difference, clothed sex, anthro, werewolf, creampies, angst and tragic backstories, vampire, being called a good girl, fingers in mouth (receiving)

Maybes: exhibition/risky places

Dislikes:

pain, gore, vore, feet, bathroom things, centaur, minotaur, anal