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Little sister or daughter real time RP.
WetNoodle posted a Bulletin Post in Private Roleplayers Bulletin Board
Hello! If you know me, Hi. If not... I'm the incest guy. I like little sisters and daughters. But I'm not fully super creepy. Though I can get as dark as you'd want. What I'm looking for is an RP partner who would want to RP as my little sister/daughter in real time either through DM's or Discord. We can have an OOC to discuss things, but I love the idea of us just always speaking and being in character and flirting with the idea of things we shouldn't do, etc. I can play cutesy lovey dovey slice of life or I can go super dark and anything in between. If you just wanna be cute, tease and cuddle or if you got some deep dark Daddy issues that you need me to beat outta you, hit me up. I got you. I hope to get plenty more little sisters and daughters! -
What was the last song you listened on repeat?
WetNoodle replied to aLittleCrow Deactivated's topic in Forum Games
Am I high (yes) or did I see Dir En Grey up there? That fuckin brings me back to AIM days putting your edgy lyrics as your away message and shit. If you liked Dir, you weren't just edgy, you were fucking cultured, too. (Cuz they're Japanese!!). TOO COOL FOR ME WITH MY ANGY SLIPKNOT BULLSHIT. (Although having the Slipknot lyric: "I want to slit your throat and fuck the wound." as your away message makes you the ultimate edgelord, no?) Anyway, here's REO Speedwagon. -
The end of summer was always such a bittersweet moment. The fun times were coming to an end, and the dread of having to return to school again in a week or two setting in. But still, you couldn't help but feel good about the cool breeze coming and the change of the seasons. It was a little more intense for me this year, since I'd be going off to my first year of college. Leaving home and everything familiar for an entirely new experience which I was excited for, as well as anxiety filled. Mom and Dad, in their admirable effort, took it upon themselves to throw me a going away pool party. They were even being so 'cool' as to provide some alcohol. I could not be more pretending to be shocked. The intent was appreciated, but unfortunately all my friends had already taken off to get a head start on settling in and/or they were sick of this shitty town as everyone else was. So in the end, all it was going to amount to was getting drunk by the pool... which I've been doing on a regular basis for years... only this time with the approval of my attending parents, maybe a couple of their friends or neighbors... and my little sister Theresa. I could at least enjoy getting tipsy with her, but she's likely dreading it more than I am. 'Yeah, Tyler... celebrate you leaving me here alone with our parents... real fun!' she'd likely say. We were about the right amount of years apart in age that I was always there and able to prepare and help her through the shit I had just recently gone through... and other good big brother stuff. And this was going to be worse for her because as I was heading off to college, she was going into dreaded high school. And she'd have no one at home she could confide in. Though I told her she could call me anytime, even if I was completely fucked up or getting laid I'd still answer. 'Sick fuck!' she laughed. Honestly, I was going to miss her a lot, too. Especially considering she's just now at that age where she's not a kid anymore and becoming cool to hang out with. But as I sat there waiting by myself there wasn't any sign of her. I was getting a little worried. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't miss this and I had already gotten of couple drinks in me and felt a buzz starting to kick in. I can't get wasted and trash the pool by myself! Well... I could, but it wouldn't be nearly as fun! But as anxious as I was for her to get out here, I wasn't quite prepared for what I saw when she finally did. Even though we joke around, I still saw my little sister as my... little sister. Turns out she isn't quite so little anymore. I thought it was someone else at first glance. I'm not sure if she got a new bikini for the occasion, or if I just never payed attention before. She wasn't about to burst out of her top or anything, but it was struggling. I'd say roughly a handful each... with enough heft to provide a nice bounce with every step she took. And I'm not an expert on female swimwear so I'm not sure what the technical term is... if there is one... but the bottom wasn't exactly a thong, but it covered very little of her backside. Most of it swallowed up by her curvy backside, leaving about 85-90% of bare cheeks exposed. Her legs were long and not as skinny as I remember and her body was tight and toned. She did do cross-country and swim team, I guess. But this is the first time I saw her like THIS... It was a gambit of thoughts, emotions, and eye-averting... Then completely observing when she wasn't looking. Not only revealing, that new bikini was incredibly tight. We'd take a dip in the pool to cool off after a drink or so. After climbing out of the pool... her wet, glistening body... a couple points poking through her top caught my attention. But more than that... her insistence on climbing out before me allowed me to witness how her bottoms would cling to her like wet tissue. And as she leaned over to pull herself up, her buttocks parted so I could bear witness to her pouty pussy lips pressing through... as if inviting me inside. Even the dent and puckers of her little asshole could be seen. As the evening went on and the more drunk I got... the thoughts of 'Quit thinking about your sister like that you sick fuck' began to morph into, 'She's probably doing it to tempt you'. By the time all the other guests had left and mom and dad went back inside the voice was just telling me to do it. You'd be leaving soon anyway. You have to know how it feels... Eventually, after our final dip it began to get a little cool. With a shiver she told me she'd go over to the guest house, (Yeah, I know, shut up), to grab some towels. I waited maybe a whole 3-5 seconds before I followed her. She left the sliding door open which I closed quietly as I entered. Theresa promptly made her way to the cupboards with spare towels and opened it up as I moved in directly behind her, pressing my already partially hard phallus against her backside, gripped her hips and pulled her against me as my erection grew. Not sure whether she'd go along with it or immediately freak out, but either way... I have to know how it feels... (Limits: Scat and extreme violence/gore. Reply as the sister, if that wasn't clear for some reason... I assume it's obvious BUT YOU NEVER KNOW. I think that's it?)
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Nood's Filthy List of Dark Lengthy Sister Prompts
WetNoodle posted a Bulletin Post in Private Roleplayers Bulletin Board
There are no puppies. I lied. These are long. Like.... seriously... I kind of got in the zone and went off a bit. If any of these interest you, they don't have to be EXACTLY as written, ya know? If you like the concept but want to change details, I'm for it. Also wrote a lot of these for a site that was like NO UNDERAGE CHARACTERS!!!1. I prefer teen sisters... most the time. Siblings can be annoying. Very annoying. You've dealt with them your entire life. Traditionally, this is why it's so hard to imagine having a sexual relationship with your sibling. Ew. Gross. Them!? You just see them as this annoying person you've had to put up with. Even if you get along, you either feel you have to protect them, or you look up to them. The thought of crossing that line just feels wrong, like you're betraying some unwritten law. What if the unwritten law is the opposite. Siblings were meant to be life partners. Or at least... always the back-up. We've all had bad relationships. Bad break-ups. You can't break up from blood. What if they were meant to always be there, no matter what. Even amidst relationships, no one really knows you like your sibling and it'd be accepted that if your partner has a brother/sister, you'd be expected to share. Perhaps they're meant for... training... mating. Or simply an outlet for your sexual desires. To be taken, and molded how you see fit. However you imagine it, there's nothing as immaculate as breaking the forbidden barrier with your own blood and indulging those dark and dirty thoughts we've all had but are too afraid to act upon. A few prompts for your consideration. I am open to suggestions or modifying the prompts in ways that may appeal to you as well as I. The Price of Notoriety: You and your brother share a place to save money on bills. Split the rent, divvy up the utilities. You got rules about having people over... basically... it's a quiet, safe space. Take any funny business elsewhere. And starting out, you both had your own jobs. Nothing special or fancy, but it paid the bills. It began as a hobby. Just something to kill time, and admit you enjoyed the attention. From random vlogs with very light modelling thrown in... IE just showing off some things you bought. You notice more people seem to be watching your vids than your bro, friends and co-workers. Your videos are growing so much, you're able to monetize... and even make decent money. Enough to pay rent, at least. You ask your brother for suggestions on how to grow bigger. Jokingly, he tells you to whore yourself out or something. You say "Why not?" At least model more clothes, and maybe do a swimsuit/bikini special. It overwhelms you... and end up asking your brother for help. Mostly as a photographer and editor. It feels a little strange at first... his eyes always on you while you're posing in fairly revealing bikini's... but he jokes to make you more comfortable. Soon... it seems like he's directing. The poses and bikini's become more sexual. Making alluring faces at him as he puts the camera in rather unenviable positions. It's embarrassing but also a little... arousing. You're not posing for your brother... you're posing for your followers... he just happens to be taking the pictures and telling you how to pose... bossing you around... It came out of the blue during a shoot one day... same as always... sexy posing... low angle shots... he kept getting closer and closer. And you let him. Kept telling you to do things. And you did them. He's not even holding a camera anymore, just coming for you. Your lips briefly protested, yet your body eagerly welcomed him inside of you. No words spoken. Just heavy breathing and moaning... the sounds of passion as he took you. It was something you both needed. Just to get out of your system. Then never speak of again. But it continued to happen. And not just between the two of you... bringing the camera with him... snapping shots as he takes you. You tell him not to post those. He says no one will know. He'll crop out/blur his face if it's in any shot. Views and cashflow skyrocket. Before you know it... you're cosplaying different characters for your brother to fuck. The videos go up. They make loads of revenue for the both of you. No one knows it's your brother in the vids. All is good. Until.... someone slips... During a livestream, you're chatting and modeling. He's teasing you off camera. You reveal it's the guy you've been with in the vids...but don't say who. But he keeps teasing and it comes out, "My brother can be such a dick!" ....interest and views peak. Donations flowing in. The people want to see it. No hiding. You and your brother having sex live on stream. It's a huge success.... and continues to be for a long time... setting you both up for the foreseeable future. But at what cost? How do you deal with this now? Live with it? Do you form a relationship? Or just have sex? And how will everyone you know react? Your parents...? Your brother jokes, "Heh... maybe Dad will want to join in, too!" The Debt: It's no secret that your brother is a drug dealer. The most well-known one on campus... maybe even in town. Now in college, you wished to spread your own wings and create your own identity. Yet somehow... everyone knows. Is it... the name? Word of mouth? You've never had any issue with your brother or what he does. You never asked or got involved and he never tried to push anything onto you and you two got along fine. Now it's becoming incredibly annoying. Anytime you go out or to a party... people keep coming up and asking if you have anything or what your brother has... how to get ahold of him... You keep having to explain you don't know... don't get involved in that... over and over and over. Nearly wished you never knew him... until one night... The kegs and booze that were ordered fell through. The party was dry. It was too late to make a run and everybody was ready to go. As they all wondered what to do now... with great regret, you sigh... "Let me make a call..." Your brother was shocked to hear you calling for that, but he was happy to help. He told you to come over where he supplied you with a felony level amount... gave you a quick lesson on how to deal and not get caught... a list of people and numbers you needed to deliver to... the prices for the various amounts... all the slang names for it all... even had a good amount of 'samples' to hand out to help gain new customers... he said he'd split all the profit with you and even gave you a baggie to keep you going all night if you wanted it. You'd never done anything like that before... drink sometimes... smoke weed on occasion. He said if you don't want it, then sell it. You didn't think you'd want some, but as you went back to the party... the people... constantly in your face... yelling for you... asking for stuff... keeping track... who knew it was so stressful to deal drugs!? Finally, getting a place alone to catch your breath in the bathroom, you open the baggy and figure a little won't hurt. Get through tonight, and call it. Be done. With all of it.... It was all a blur.... next clear memory... waking up... not... hungover... or sick... just... confused? Where? What? So many messages on your phone... missed calls... mostly from your brother... shit, morning already? Not quite... Not just one day, the whole weekend. You did your stash... all the samples and most the ones that were already paid for... he's gonna be mad... but he's your brother... he'll be cool about it, right? And the way you feel... hopefully give you... a little more....? He's not mad... just disappointed. Great. He's not as upset about the dope or the money so much as the damage you've done to his reputation. Made him look like a two bit dirt slinger... lost customers... and the worst was when you asked him for another fix. And he said Yes. On one condition. Until he's paid back in full (with interest, of course) you will do whatever he tells you to do. And he'll even keep you high in the process. Good deal, huh? At least he let you get high before he raped you... mostly a blur... with some moments of clarity... watering eyes and gagging as something pumped in your throat... a surging wave of pleasure coursing through your body as a warm gush filled your loins... an uncomfortable burning... pressure and stretching behind you... horrible things cursed and said to you as your filthy rear hole gets pounded. This is your life now. Moments of horrible clarity between blurred days of euphoria. Will your brother just make you his personal fuck toy? Maybe pimp you out to the people who didn't get their orders? Maybe take a cue from another prompt, and whore you online? Anything his drugged up, sick mind can think of... From Loathe to Lust: For as long as you remember, you and your brother have always hated each other. And I don't mean your typical sibling rivalry. Just the thought of him either gets your blood boiling or makes you sick to your stomach. So you would think by the time you both grew up and moved out... you'd never want to see each other again... yet the two of you see each other on a near daily basis... Not because you want to, of course... but through a horrible fate or insane coincidence.... perhaps insidious plotting? You ended up dating his best friend... and he ended up dating your best friend. Guess who his room mate is? Your boyfriend. And guess who your room mate is? His girlfriend. You can't make this shit up... (Well... I guess... actually...) Double-dates are avoided as often as possible, but him ending up at your place or yours at his... is a regular occurrence.. the heated stares and talking behind the back intensifies. One uneventful night, you were sprawled out in your bed... or maybe your boyfriend's? Don't recall... one of *those* nights... but you suddenly hear him crawl into bed and for some reason he's quite eager... you're shockingly... yet gladly... woken up by hard, warm girth filling your womanhood completely. A started yelp turns into a satisfied moan as your hands grip the sheets tightly. From primal instinct, your body opens, raises and presents itself... welcoming him inside of you as his sudden exceptional manhood deeply massages your aching loins in the most perfect way... he's scratching every itch you have and all you can do is bury your face in your pillow as he juices your peach with every thrust. What has suddenly gotten into him? He's good, but he's never been *this* good... it's like he can read your body, changing his pace and intensity as you crave it... pinning you down, pulling your hair and gripping the back of your neck so tightly... he's never so rough and dominating... when you peak, you orgasm so intensely that you feel may have suddenly gotten Parkinson's disease, epilepsy and a mental illness all at the same time in addition actually hoping that got you pregnant, feeling the explosive burst or warmth deep inside you... not because you want a child, but after that... he fucking deserves it... "Holy shit..." You're finally able to utter after catching your breath and ceasing to convulse, "It's not my pussy anymore... it's all yours now, baby..." Charming words of praise. "Good to know, sis..." The voice returns. Your heart sinks. Blood runs cold. Throat tightens. Do you vomit? Scream? Kill kill kill!? "What the f--- how... why!? YOU...!!" Words are hard. Turns out, your brother also had a long night... meant to go back to your room mate's room... he went into the wrong room. Saw your ass sticking out of the blankets... thought he'd be giving his girlfriend a pleasant wake up. Noticing she felt better than usual... more inviting and comforting... that he fit perfectly inside her suddenly... proceeded to fuck her brains out. Only her being you... his sister... not realizing until you dedicated your pussy to him in your post-nut haze. Angry exchange is had. Denials and accusations. Room mate/gf wakes up and peeks in... luckily you two were no longer in an awkward position... you both seem to quickly settle on the story he just walked into the wrong room and they started arguing cuz it's what they do. She buys it, and that's it... for that night... The next time you're alone with your brother... it's time to have it out. How the hell could he have done that and not know!? Again however, rational discussions are impossible with him. More accusations and more denials. Seeing red, you threaten to bring him up on rape charges. As always... things escalate and escalate, only this time... "Rape...?" He returns, "That wasn't rape... this, however...!!" His hand is on your throat, forcing you back and down. Cool air on your lowers signaling that you're suddenly exposed. Holding onto his forearm, he tosses one of your legs up over his shoulder and begins to dig into you so thoroughly he may scoop your ovaries out with his meaty cock head.... again leaving you like Michael J Fox with down syndrome. This is it now... every chance you two get... whenever you're alone... all that anger pent up over the years bursts into the most intense angry hate fucking either of you could ever imagine. How will it end? Will your partners/room mates bust you? Will it blossom into an intense passion, or progress to more and more sadistic/depraved rape? A Cult of Multiple Personality: I take care of my sister. Nothing weird, she's an adult but she has a certain condition. She's completely functional, you just never know when she's about to become someone else for awhile... such is the case of multiple personality syndrome. But the worst part is... nothing to do with her... but... I may be in a relationship... with a couple of her personalities... Does that make me a terrib-- Yeah, ok... YEAH! IT DOES! I'm a piece of shit, okay!? But it's not like it's something I planned... it just kind of happened... And let me preface this by saying I never had a thing for my sister before. She is and always has just been my little sis. Nothing more, nothing less. Not in the onii-chan, I'm stuck sort of way, either. Never saw her that way. I'm her big brother, and I've always taken care of her. End of story. But it's not... It started one day when her personalities began to reveal themselves. Didn't know she had a disorder until then... We were having our usual Tuesday taco hang out and binge TV shows night and she ended up falling asleep as she typically does. When she woke up about an hour later... she seemed really dazed and confused... didn't know where she was or what was going on. "Hitting the wine coolers a little too hard tonight?" I teased, "It's taco Tuesday movie night, as usual!" I explained. She nodded... looked around as if she was taking it all in for the first time... then she asked me what my name was... I told her, then she asked... "A-are... we lovers...?" Now this is not a shocking, hol'up, record scratch type of moment you may think it is. If you know me and my sister and how we like to mess with each other. We'll play the game of taking things too far until they become uncomfortable before one of us finally gives in. "Oh yeah... super-passionate, too... we do it all the time! Several times per day!" I joke in return. She turned a little red and got quiet... I only thought it was strange because she had no comeback for that immediately. Instead, she moved closer for a snuggle... STILL NOT WEIRD, sibling snuggles are perfectly normal! I zoned out on the show for awhile until she suddenly moved, and straddled me. "Uh... what are yo--" Was all I got out before she held my face and leaned in for a kiss. I clammed up at first... not sure how to react... either she's really committed to this bit or... lips so soft and inviting... I returned to see if she would break. Not at all! Hello tongue in my mouth and grinding herself against my crotch. By the time she pulled away... strands of hair falling over one eye, the other gazing at me with a hint of longing as she bit her lip and placed her hands on my chest. I was not looking at my little sister anymore. This was someone else... "Several times a day... right...?" Her breath quivered, "Lets not lose that passion..." My hands were on her hips. My cock was hard. She was already working on undoing my pants as I helped slide off her panties and she took me inside of her. My heart raced like a speed addict. I'd heard that saying about making love being different than sex... and that may be the first time I ever made love... kissing deeply the whole time until we came together... gazing into each other's eyes. After a quick clean-up, we fell asleep together snuggled up on the couch. The next day when she woke up... "Oh man..." She pushed off me and stretch-yawned, "Slept through taco night again!" Tone and attitude were different... this was my sister again. "What's with you? Need to go rub out your morning wood or something!?" She laughed, "Just... get it away from me, dude!" She winced and waved me away. "You don't remember...?" "What? Boring ass show?" She rubbed her eyes, "Or damn wine coolers... sorry, man... you know I'm a lightweight..." And that was it... she remembered nothing of it. And that's usually how it goes. After she switches over... the other personality will take over until she falls asleep... then wakes up as my little sister again. But the thing is... that's not the only personality.... That one was my lover. She's soft, tender and... well, loving. Passionate sex and cuddles. If you think that's bad... there's another that puts that one to shame... I call her the freak. You can usually tell it's her from the sudden change into revealing outfits, bikini's/swimsuits, underwear/lingerie. She's super chill, yet outgoing... if that makes sense... and she loves to fuck. Anywhere, anytime. Don't even have to ask. Even loves anal. The weirder, the more she likes it... if only my sister knew the things I've done to her... well, her body at least... There's another I call 'The Victim'... but... lets not go into detail about her or what I do to her. Listen, I'm not proud of it! But when life gives you lemons... make lemonade... when life gives you sister with multiple personalities DTF... then fuck them whether they consent or not... That's all I'm gonna say about that... And they're all the same... afterwards, they usually fall asleep then my sister will wake up later. I've gotten good at making sure they're all 'cleaned up' before she returns... so she doesn't suspect... although sometimes I wonder... what if I'm not the fucked up one here, but she is? Like she's had some big brother fetish this whole time and this is just an act she came up with to satisfy her secret desires? And... I do love my sister... not like that, but you know... the RIGHT thing to do would to tell her, but... have I gone too far? Would she forgive me? Or maybe something would develop between my sister and I? Who knows? Fallen From Grace: Was anyone else ever blessed/cursed with having the hot older sister while growing up? Like you thought you were cool cuz so many of your friends wanted to come over to hang out, but in reality they only wanted to catch a peek at your sister. If I had a nickel for everytime I heard someone say "Oh man your sister is so hot!!!11" Bah, fucking kill me. Not only attractive... but popular, athletic, top of the class in grades. So literally everything going for her. Me on the other hand... discovered that weed, classic rock and video games make a great combination! Needless to say who the parents were proud of and who just kind of existed along through nowhere job after nowhere job currently into adulthood. So you'd imagine my surprise one night, when I'm about ready to get high and hear a knock on the door... which is always a surprise and send me scrambling to hide any visible substances or paraphernalia... fearing a 3-12 month vacation with my new room mate Skeeter... but as most the time is usually door dash... but in this instance... Holy fucking shit. Haven't seen her in years... big sis. Pride of the family. Off to prestigious university then travel abroad and blah blah blah. But apparently, problems with addiction run in the family. Turns out college started off pretty great, then she started to get into the party scene... as one does in college. (Or so I've heard...). Picked up drinking... smoking some weed from time to time... then just like her younger bro, moved onto harder substances. Whereas USUALLY I'm able to contain such things to occasional use and special events... she went full blown addict. First her grades began to drop... then her attendance. Stopped showing up for classes. Sleeping, or not sleeping late... and eventually got kicked out. Too ashamed to call Mom and Dad, lest they find out the golden child had fallen... she attempted and failed to hold job after job. Eventually ended up bouncing from shitty boyfriend to shitty boyfriend until she got tired of the abuse and wound up at my place, pleading for a place to stay until she could clean herself up and get back on her feet. Somehow... if there is a higher power... it's an asshole... as she's still smoking hot after all of that... I didn't particularly want my sister living with me... knowing it'd just bring trouble... plus I had a pretty cramped place as it was for just one person... two would much worse. She promised she wouldn't cause any trouble and no one would come looking for her. In fact, no one would even know she was here. Aaaand as she was making all these empty promises... she lit up as she noticed the goodies I had been waiting all week to ingest and enjoy some quality alone time with. She practically BEGGED me for just one hit. That's all. Just one and done. Sure, yeah. I told her to grab some water from the fridge and I'd load her up something special. Awkward hug with a "You're the best!" empty sentiment while I added a little special ingredient to hers. She didn't even question it, immediately took a hit as I took from a separate one. "So here's the deal..." I started, "As long as you're going to be staying here... I have full rights to your body... to fuck you. Whenever I want to. However I want to. And you cannot refuse or resist me." I took a hit of my own, blew it at her, "...or I mean you can... I'd prefer it if you did... it's more fun for me that way..." Her eyes were wide... from the drugs and my ultimatum. "What the fuck is wrong wi--" She appeared as if she were to stand up and storm out, but her limbs failed her. She started sinking back into the couch, failing at trying to pull herself up, "What did... did you do...!?" "Special ingredient!" I grin, "Juuuuuuust a bit of GHB to your crank... it won't knock you out... you'll be totally awake and aware... just... unable to you know... struggle and stuff..." I helped lean her back, then rolled her over the arm of the couch. "You're sick! You can't do this! I'll tell..." She began. "Who? Mom and Dad?" I returned, "That you became a junkie and got kicked out of college? They still send you money each month? Spent it on shit, I assume?" Slowly pulling her pants down, "Look... say anything... I'll inform our parents... the university council... hell, I bet some of your old boyfriends are looking for you and would love to know where you are..." "Don't! Please!" "And the cops? Look..." I admire her ass... still plump and round as ever, "You're not the golden child anymore... you're a drifter... I have a steady job... a home, a car... I pay my bills..." I peel the thong off and get on my knees behind her, unbuttoning my pants, "They're not my drugs, officer... she must have brought them into my house! She's my sister, I trusted her! My job drug tests, I couldn't even if I wanted to....!" I'm sure it's been heavily used by now, but the closure and satisfaction of sinking inside of the most sought after pussy in my life... belonging to my sister... was incredible. She whimpered as I fucked her. Not from pain, likely, but from even her own brother betraying her like this. After I came inside of her, I could have died right there. What could get better than this? "Don't..." She protest too late, "Can't afford... BC anymore... I might get..." "Your problem, not mine..." I told, pulling out. "Blame it on one of your supplier boyfriends." As I pondered if she'd recover... get better and I'd lose this wonderful free ass... or maybe something would blossom between us? Or perhaps I would just enjoy getting her pregnant and watching her have my bastard child just for fun... -
Yeah man it's like you start a club then ppl join but nothing happens. What is up with that, m'crusader? Also, dibs on Roman.
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Your father and uncle haven't gotten along for as long as you can remember. Always competitive and trying to out do each other. Your father seemed to opt in for the family life. Settle, get married and have a beloved daughter. Your uncle, however, didn't have settling down on his mind at all. Starting a successful company that rapidly expanded throughout the country and then world... he became very wealthy. Stupidly wealthy. Though he didn't get along with your father, he never attempted to stop you from getting to know him. Though you don't see him very often, it's always an exciting experience. Lets you hang out in his big homes he owns all over the world... play around with his cool stuff... from high tech gadgets, computers, to cars, boats, jetski's. Father always hated holidays, because your uncle would always get you such expensive gifts to which he couldn't compete. It makes you feel a little awkward, but you understand and try not to choose sides in the dispute. Though one time, you did ask your uncle why he and dad don't get along... the answer was... interesting. Apparently your mother and uncle were once a thing when they were young. High school sweethearts. Storybook romance. Believed they were made for each other, etc. All three of them were very close, your father being a good friend to your mother at the time. Until one night, on his way to pick up your mother, your uncle had an unfortunate accident. Hit by a drunk driver. It was horrible... so bad that most the doctors even believed he wasn't going to make it. At best become a vegetable if he survived the surgery. During this time, your father was the shoulder to cry on for your mother and they ended up... comforting each other... both thinking your uncle was as good as dead. But miraculously... he survived. Once he healed up, he was eager to get back to hanging out with his girl and brother again. They even led him on for awhile, until your mother couldn't take the guilt and admitted their affair. Uncle was rightfully furious, disowning his own brother in the process... calling him a traitor.. backstabber.. liar... etc. And it's been that way since. And if it if wasn't worse... your father has been saving up for ages for a romantic cruise with your mother and called in the favor to your uncle to take you in for the summer... knowing that he wouldn't refuse if you were involved. You hate being in the middle of this, but just go with it for now. But once you do... damn. Your uncle's private summer resort is fantastic. Anything and everything you'd want for summer fun is there. Though you notice your uncle watching you a lot as you lounge by the pool... hang at the beach.. go out on the boat... his eyes are always on you. Not shy about asking why, he apologizes and says you remind him so much of your mother at that age. The age when they were a thing. You're a little put off by this at first... as you should... it's a little.. inappropriate to be thinking of his niece like that, but... You can't deny that your uncle is an attractive man.. and wealthy. You're not naive.. noticing all the attractive young women who hang out with and 'visit' him at all hours. Women you feel like you don't even compare to.. yet he still seems to have his eyes on you. How it plays from here, we can decide. Does he make the move? Or does she? Do they just tease this forbidden relationship until neither can keep playing anymore? Willing to play it either wholesome and romantic to dark. Also probably post this in The Dark Urges if you want to go that route.
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In an OG FF7 chat room back in the day. Then we'd go into the goth chat and make fun of them cuz we were teenagers and assholes. Though I don't think it was a FF7 based RP, we just 'cybered' on ICQ. Yes, ICQ.
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Challenge 1: The Vessel (No Deadline)
WetNoodle replied to IsabellaRose's topic in Tell Me a Story's Challenges
It was such a juxtaposition every time he thought about it. On one side there was the cringe of the phobia, the mental imagery of something inside him being ripped and torn with foreign matter invading his body. On the other side, the result filled him with eager anticipation knowing the satisfaction and contentment that was to follow. He just had to withstand a little pain and discomfort first. "Don't be a pussy..." Harsh words from such a calming voice caused him to peek an eye open before he felt the sting. "Oh, you bitch!" He cursed her with a wince, the needle in her hand tearing a hole in his epidermis tissue in search of a vein... a vessel in which to deliver the calming awareness he so desired. Plunging into one of the many flowing rivers within him, the substance was rapidly delivered to the key points of his anatomy. Most noticeably, the nervous system... triggering a massive release of dopamine and the feeling of peace he so desire. "You.... wonderful bitch, you..." His tone changed as she yanked the needle from his arm... the fear and anxiety which previously filled him completely eradicated as he sank back into the sofa. "Nothing like a little rough play before the release.." She smiled, moving off his lap.. which she had been straddling as she administered the injection... to sitting next to her companion. "Need me to do you...?" He slowly turned his head towards her, a smug grin slowly emerging on his face. "Nah, I got it..." She began to tie off, "Not that I don't trust you to... penetrate me.. I'm just more effective at doing it myself." "It's all good.." He returned his focus to straight ahead at nothing. "Male pride is undamaged." "Good to hear.." She was already thrusting the plunger, "Can't have that damaged now, can we?" She giggled, followed by a long, relaxing sigh. Removing and setting aside the needle, she made herself cozy against his collar. "...we really need to stop meeting like this." "We can go to your place next time.." "That's... not what I mean!" She chuckles lightly, "Must all our... 'dates' culminate with this..?" "...it was your idea." He glances down at her, "I was down with binging TV shows and mediocre sex.." "I know..." She nuzzles into him.. both as a show of affection as well as an attempt to clear her thoughts. "I just don't want the focus of our relationship to revolve around... this... ya know?" "It doesn't!" He defends, then blinks. "Maybe at this moment, sure... but I think it's more like... a phase." "Like your high school emo phase..?" She teases him. "Bitch... I was not emo. I was an angy tortured soul... there's a difference!" The monotone of his voice made his argument sound robotic. "I mean... there's like the honeymoon phase, right? When you first hook up and everything's all peaches and cream..." "Heheh... cream..." She snickers. "...and peaches.." They share a chuckle, "Anyway... uh...." There's a long pause, "Oh yeah... then you become bored with each other and it's kind of stale for awhile..." "...is that what happened?" She contemplates, "We got bored with each other and had to resort to this to keep things interesting?" "I never got bored of you.." He leans his cheek against her head, "More like an opportunity to... enhance things." He was silent for a moment, "I think we're already realizing we don't need this to enhance anything... we'll overcome it and be stronger for it..." He thinks positively, "It's like a test... a trial... 'that which does not kill us makes us stronger' type thing.." "Wow..." A partial reaction to both his words and the sensations she was feeling, "I'm... impressed with your faith in us..." She snuggles up to him, "It's endearing..." "After tonight... do you want to call it, then?" "Just stop...? No more?" "Yeah. We can do it!" Again his words with his tone sounded off. "Besides, my fear of needles is really putting a damper on this whole thing..." He admits, "Unless... you don't want to?" "Am I a bad person if... I don't want to?" She questions. "I know I sound like a hypocrite... questioning it after being the one who suggested it... and now backing out..." She sighs. "There's just something about... these moments... that I'll miss..." "I know, but... there will be better moments.." He encourages, "You don't think this is the height of our relationship, do you?" "No... of course not.." She clings onto him tightly, "Let's stop talking for now and... just enjoy the moment while we can, okay..?" "You got it." He holds her back as they sit together silently in their substance induced bliss until they eventually fall asleep in each other's arms, the world around them fading to black. The familiar sharp sting woke him, "Ow, you bitch!" he retaliated out of instinct. "Again...? We need to..." His eyes flutter open as the pain of reality floods into his senses. The dreariness, confusion and nagging nausea brought on by their indulgence sinking in. "We don't have to quit cold turkey, but we should take a break before..." He looked around. He was in his room... on the sofa. The spot beside him where she sat was empty. A piece of rubber tubing tied around his arm and a needle still hung from his flesh which he quickly removed and shuddered from his phobia. Then things began to become clear. It was such a juxtaposition... he pulled out his phone and flipped through the old images of them together. The good... the bad... and everything leading up to her unfortunate passing. The only way he could continue to be with her... at least in his mind... was through the very thing that took her life... the poison which had now become a vessel for him to continue to feel her presence. He glared at the needle which lay in the spot where she always sat... being mocked by an inanimate object. He sighed, "...we really need to stop meeting like this." -
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WetNoodle replied to Xenia Renekton Deactivated's topic in Seventh Heaven Bar's Topics
Who DOESN'T have a crush on Reno and his sassy ass, tbh? Good to know. Here comes the bar crazy person. Kind of like the main char in Disco Elysium if you've ever played that. If you haven't, stop talking to me and do it now, it's great. Anyway, I'm off allons-y to the abyssological zone. -
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WetNoodle replied to Xenia Renekton Deactivated's topic in Seventh Heaven Bar's Topics
Nice. I used to RP as Reno in the day, though I don't think it works that way here? I did look through the things I just... short attention... span... I can just be the weirdo in the corner everyone throws darts at. Or just suspiciously hangs around outside the bar all night and only comes in every few hours to use the bathroom for an extended amount of time. Or not, I dunno. -
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WetNoodle replied to Xenia Renekton Deactivated's topic in Seventh Heaven Bar's Topics
Prepare for a story no one cares about. A long, long time ago in a shitty small town a couple hours away, a young teenage Noodle signed onto the 'internet' with a 28.8kbps MODEM. The noises still haunt my nightmares.... anyway. It wasn't long after the OG FF7 had just come out. Yes, I'm old!!! And like everyone did AND STILL DOES thanks to remake, I was looking for hentai of Tifa. At some point I got lost/distracted as I usually do, and end up on some unofficial old school fan page possibly hosted by GeoCities or Angelfire... and a link to a java based chat room called "FF7H: Final Fantasy Seventh Heaven" where I met a few of my closest friends... a couple I still talk to however many years later. So when I saw the name of the club, I was hit with nostalgia and even considered if it was one of my old friends from that chat room who made it, and found their way to ED and then it'd really be party time. I'm like 97.3 percent sure that isn't the case, but alas... I am here... so play me a song, Mister Piano Man... play me a song tonight. Because we're all in the mood for a melody, and you got me feeling alright. -
Hey, look at me! Doing things! Anyway, for me I believe it was originally the big brother/little sister idea that always drew me in. Kind of like having your own, personal, secret playmate. She looks up to you, will do whatever you say and won't tell anyone. The taking advantage of their naivete. As well as the realization.. in most my scenarios anyway... where she's gone through physical changes from the cute little girl to a young woman with the brother taking notice, unable to resist. You can play it aggressively and dark, or wholesome and loving. She can be a little brat or sweet and innocent. So much variety with siblings, really. You can't go wrong. Second would have to be father/daughter. Though it can also be played in a variety of ways... for me, it's more pure smut, scumbag, and darker. Since it's such a given... even within nature and instinct we're (usually) genetically modified to be the protectors of our own offspring, so the most vile thing a parent would do is willingly take advantage of their own child for their personal pleasure and satisfaction. To eagerly break such an obvious and given rule either makes you a real Chad (not the Cash Money kind... though he's likely into it...) or a real piece of shit. So I generally view the father - daughter combination as just pure smut. At the best, she's also willing and enjoys it. At the worst... well... if he's going to go that far to be a scumbag, may as well go all out. Playing Uncles (especially creepy ones) and Grandfathers can also be fun... but for me aren't as engaging as siblings or parents and their children. And don't even come at me with that cousin crap. Hell, I'm pretty sure that's legal in a few states. The closer you are in blood relation, the hotter. And if you really want to go the extra mile, introduce a bit of family inbreeding so you get fun shit like the elusive sister-daughter that's so easily sought after..... to me, at least... for knocking up your mother. A few niece-daughters from your sisters. And... daughter-daughters....? Ok, after while it gets confusing. I can also get into mothers (LuL!) if my partner does it right. I'm not into the grown man being babied and sucked off by his mother moreso than say... it being a rite of passage for an adolescent male to take and maybe even impregnate his mother. Anyway... I shall never refuse a little sister or daughter!
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Do you keep your perversion a secret?
WetNoodle replied to captainbuttass's topic in Random Chit Chat
Not really shy about being perverted, but some of my major kinks like incest and the darker stuff Iiiiiiiiiiiii.... yeah. Probably best to keep those to myself, unless it's a trusted friend or someone I think can understand that these are not things I actually WANT to do RL. Which, atm.... don't know anyone I trust well enough to divulge such things, unfortunately. Likely for the best, tbh. Although lately there was a co-worker who told us about a guy he knew who casually fucked his sister and I was like "....yeah? ...and?" And also heard stories of people who actually DO disturbing, dark shit to other people and wonder why someone would actually want to do that stuff. -
Got a thing for swimsuits... bikini's, etc. Pool, beach and hot tub scenes galore. Probably has something to do with the swimming portion of PE we had to take back while going through the puberties. Or how the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue was the best thing back in the day... before everyone had instant access to porn in their pockets. Anyway... bonus points if you're willing to add incest to the mix... but not required. Anything else kink wise, we can discuss. Pretty flexible. Just prefer said swimsuits to be on developed, or recently developed females. Also do prefer the other character to be someone my character already knows, for the "I DIDN'T KNOW THEY WRE SO HOT!!!1" moment, leading to interesting situations. Which is why it's great if it's say, a little sister or daughter. Can also be a childhood friend, co-worker, student. Maybe a friend's daughter/little sister I've known their whole life if you don't want to go straight incest.
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What was the last song you listened on repeat?
WetNoodle replied to aLittleCrow Deactivated's topic in Forum Games
Either "The Pusher" by Steppenwolf or "Sister Golden Hair" by America.
