This post is sort of a dump for a few different ideas. Some are more fleshed out than others (not by much), but details could be changed as we do a bit of world building or plotting before starting any roleplay. If you have an idea in mind that you feel would work for one (or more) of these premises feel free to reach out.

1. Some Lovecraftian fantasy style premise (think Bloodborne, Elden Ring etc) that honestly needs building from the ground up. This setting would be gritty and carry an undertone of psychological horror combined with actual explicit terrors in the form of monsters or men that have become monsters (if you catch my drift).

2. More in the realm of realism but likely also more a short slice of life:

   • a nurse who is in an illicit relationship with a patient

3. a nurse who is in an illicit relationship with a coworker (or two — specifically a scenario imagined based on current events in my life)

4. Inferno (? Mafia style romance, morally grey or dark male lead). Grace Hargrove’s skull cracked painfully against the gravelly cement. Her head spinning and vision speckled with black, she whimpered out in pain. Momentarily stunned, she could not do anything to stop the thick grubby fingers that were currently pushing her skirt up past mid thigh to expose her cotton underwear.

It took a few seconds to re-orient herself, but when she did, Grace kicked out at the stranger ontop of her. Petite as she was, her strike was fairly ineffectual in doing anything but inciting the anger of the cretin yanking at his own zipper.

She didn’t hear the words he spat at her, but the thick globule of saliva that landed on her cheek told her all she needed to know: this fucking creep was nothing short of a foul cockroach and if she didn’t manage to get up now, her dignity might not be the only thing she lost tonight. As he shifted his hips to free his penis, the adrenalin in her bloodstream reached an all-time high. She bucked wildly, and with his unstable position, the weight pinning her onto the ground let up just enough for her to throw her entire torso forward, launching herself upright. She thanked college sports and the hot yoga classes she attended twice per week as her forehead collided with her attacker’s — it hurt like a motherfucker, but as he toppled backwards off the seat of her hips, Grace heard the clank of steel on pavement and lunged blindly forward for whatever she might be able to possibly use as a weapon.

Her fingers curled around the sharp Swiss army knife that had slipped loose of the creep’s boot. She felt it bite through sensitive flesh as she twisted it around in her grip, ready and willing to do what she needed to in order to survive — she’d think about the repercussions later, but for now…

Her ears rang and the sounds of cars and people moving beyond the alleyway faded into a muddled mess. The thud of his body collapsing on top of her knocked the wind from her chest and the adrenalin disappeared as though it were nothing but a popped balloon: gone as though it came, with a rush of sound as the nightlife started to blare in her ears anew.

The wet gurgles and the spray of hot blood on her face made her quite queasy, and as Grace pushed hard at the dead body on top of her, rolling hard onto her side to retch and vomit, the deep bass rumble above her settled deep into her bones.

“Easy there. Don’t puke on my shoes, darlin’ — Lord knows that’s the last thing I need tonight.”

Limits; lactation, feet, sissy characters, anthro/futa.

Kinks: rough sex, public sex, cum play, anal, BDSM, strong fucking writing, filth kinks (NOT necessary), knifeplay, body modification (tattoos with the potential for more depending on the partner or story), dark winding psychological thrillers and many more.

Please send me a chat if you enjoyed any of these prompts and have an idea you want to throw at me. I will not respond to messages that simply say “hey, I like your prompt” or something similar to that. Please do not respond to this message if you do not value world building and plotting - I don’t expect to spend forever in that stage but don’t enjoy when the other person jumps right in without trying to get a feel for how our styles might mesh.

For the most part, looking for longer term partners who understand that real life comes first and understands that I may not always be available.