Yeah, I know, cliché and all that, but just because everyone does it doesn't mean it can't be fun.

Note: what you read isn't final, we can change details when you message me if you'd like.

After being stuck at home for the longest time it felt good to finally go out on vacation again. I booked my flight, packed my bags, and before I knew it, I was 35,000 feet in the air.

This was going to be a long flight, so I put on my headphones and tried to sleep through it. A few hour into the flight I wake up to everyone screaming, I look outside, we're in the middle of the ocean. I take my headphones off and as soon as I do I can understand what everyone's screaming about, the co-pilot left the cockpit to go to the restroom and while he was gone the pilot locked and barricaded the door before disabling autopilot, emptying the fuel tank, and yelling nonstop "I can't do this anymore, I'm gonna die and I'm taking all of you with me" I couldn't think of anything to do but just sit, what could I do? I just had to accept that I was going to die.

After what seemed like forever, but was probably only around half an hour, the plane went into a nosedive, I did what I thought would be my best chance at survival in the short time I had before the plane hit the water.

The plane crashed into the water and everything that wasn't secured flew to the front of the plane, a few seconds later one of the wings fell off, taking a chunk of the plane wall with it, somehow, I was uninjured, from what I could tell at least. I climbed over seats and walked through the isles to see if anyone else made it, everyone looked dead, out of desperation I went back and started checking everyone's pulse, someone that I walked by earlier, that I was almost sure was dead, had a pulse, granted, it was weak, but it was a pulse nonetheless. I pulled you up out of your seat and took you out of the plane.

I swam around the plane, noticing the plane was floating, I felt slightly relieved, knowing, for now anyways, that the plane would be visible for anyone flying over, and knowing that I would be able to come back periodically to check suitcases to see if I could find anything useful. I also spotted an island in the distance, I quickly wrote a note and left it where I felt it would be most noticeable if someone were to come to the plane, looked through suitcases, found some rope, and tied you to my back before swimming to the island. Once I got you on land I went back and emptied a large suitcase full of clothes before filling it with useful things and coming back again.

Having some knowledge from watching doctor shows and from my mom being a doctor herself, I used the first aid kit I found to heal up any visible wounds you had and hoped for the best. While I waited to see if you'd wake up I walked around the island to see how big it was and what kind of resources it had.

I got back to you at about the same time as you woke up, I was both relieved that I wasn't alone and surprised that you weren't dead. Our relationship only grew from there.

After a few days we had a sturdy shelter, fire, reliable water source, and other things that we only had because I had books and took many classes that taught me how to do these things, and you realized that without me, you wouldn't have made it out of the plane.

So, hi DPP! I kinda got a little carried away there, but the basic premise of this role is that we survived a plane crash, but without me you wouldn't have made it past the first day, and when you realize that, you decide the best way to thank me would be sex, lots and lots of sex.

As I said earlier, details can be changed, it doesn't have to be this scenario, the plane could go down a different way, it could be a cruise ship, it could be us on a fishing boat, we also don't have to be strangers, we could be coworkers, bf/gf, husband/wife, friends, family members, basically, I just wrote the story but you can change the details to make it your ideal roleplay.