F4A playing M | Invaders and Suave Misogynists - Detailed Story Needs A Creative Writer!!

When he wants to, he’ll invade your personal space. Invade is the perfect word for it. He leans over, as naturally as possible, and claims that two inches of perfumed air in front of you for his own.

His lips will brush against your ear as he whispers something to you. They’re full, but not too full, and more often than not are performing an easy, confident smile. His tone is lilting, stopping every so often to make sure you’re still hanging on his sentences. His voice is velvety and warm, and low too. It suits him.

He touches you all the time. He puts his hand on your lower back just to get by, he takes your wrist and pulls you to follow him, he rakes his fingers through your hair both casually and with delicacy. He doesn’t want to hurt you. Then again, maybe he does. He slaps your ass when you bend over, and holds your jaw in his hand, pinching your cheeks with his long fingers. He leans in closer then, imparting some eternal wisdom, but soon enough he lets go and you’re released from your bondaged dream state. He comes up behind you and picks you up, arms wrapped around your stomach, laughing as you protest. He won’t stop doing it. He knows you don’t really want him to.

He looks at you like he knows everything about you. Honestly, he might. He told you once that he reads people and doesn’t stop, and he’s good at it. He could be analysing every single thing you do. He guessed where you came from and what you’re studying the first time you met him. He winked and told you he just knows things. His eyes drag up and down your form, taking in every detail appreciatively. You could say he was giving you elevator eyes, he wants to fuck you, but he looks like that all the time. Maybe he doesn’t want to fuck you. It’s hard to tell. He has constant bedroom eyes.

His eyes are beautiful. They’re halfway between hazel and green, they’re almost catlike. He’s got long eyelashes, and when he smiles, the corners of his eyes turn up and crinkle. They match his looks very well. He’s tall, a little too tall. And strong. A swimmer, he told you once. Toned and sleek and... aerodynamic in a strange and sexy way. He moves like he’s moving through water. His hair is dark, and cut shorter, though long enough for him to comb back with his long fingers every so often. His nose is long and straight, his eyebrows are thick and dark, and his face is full of sharp angles. Sharp jawline. Painfully sharp and always shaved clean. His skin is olive. He’s Mediterranean in origin, he has to be. His name, his looks, the slight accent in his voice that suggests his parents are immigrants? He has to be.

He’s mysterious in a way that excites people. When they meet him, they want his approval, his friendship, his cock. The girls love him. Adore him. If he’s not in class he’s constantly being crowded by four or so women, each vying for his attention. He can convince people to do crazy things for him. He got Emily Sampson to go topless in the middle of January, in Washington Square Park, because he thought it would be a laugh. She did it, and was rewarded greatly, because they had sex that night and then the two nights after. He didn’t call her, but he didn’t avoid her either. She realised he scared her, and settled down with a much more reasonable boyfriend. He moved on.

He’s not always dating, no. He seems to be single a lot. A lot of nights alone, however, he seems content with it somehow. He could have any girl he wants, but often he chooses to sleep alone. Then again, he always seems to be gently shooing some hungover bombshell out of his dorm by 8am. Most guys would take a harem in his case, but he’s very picky about girls. He wants to make sure they’re devoted, in the right way. They don’t have to be smart, but intelligence is a bonus. You’ve been watching his habits carefully.

Who knows what he’s into? You asked him once, and he ran his tongue over his teeth, and laughed in that infuriating way, and asked if you were aiming to find out. You vehemently denied such a suggestion, and he didn’t seem to care, but you still felt self conscious about it. He controls information about him very effectively, and after you sulked due to him not answering your question, he gave you one thing- he likes being called Daddy. He says it makes him laugh. But lots of guys like that! It’s not specific enough. He could be into anything. He slaps asses an awful lot, maybe he’s into spanking. He grabbed your throat once- he could be into that. He seems kinky. It’s unclear. Maybe he had Emily Sampson tied up, and gagged, and blindfolded in his double bed. Maybe he took a bath with her, he does have a very expensive, luxury bath.

He told you he prefers baths to showers the first time you came over. More calming. You made fun of his lavender shampoo, and he playfully defended himself, but now every time you’re near him you notice it. Of course he smells of lavender.

Maybe he cuddles. Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he’s good at oral? He seems to have a never ending supply of lollipops in his bag. It’s the only candy he eats and he almost always has one. Maybe it’s to practice his tongue skills. Yes, he must be good at oral. You don’t get confidence like that unless you’ve made sure you know how to pleasure a woman.

Whatever he does, you figure it’s his business. The two of you are friends, not lovers. He doesn’t seem to be interested in your sex life at all. Your ex boyfriend hated him, and your one night stand ran into him in the morning- he brought muffins despite knowing there was another man sleeping over -and ran away, afraid he had incited adultery against this Greek God. He laughed about it, but you didn’t.

He’s not a sexist. He’s not a bigot. He doesn’t say much about his opinions, but he turns his nose up at most religion and both sides of radical political views. He doesn’t say he’s a traditional person- his whoring ways seem to deny that- but he likes when you cook for him, and he did tell Lucille Mackinroe that he’d like to be married with children by 30. You can imagine domestic bliss with him, and you do. Breakfast in bed. Aprons. The newspaper. He kisses your nose every morning and pushes your head roughly into the bed every night. He’d never say he doesn’t take women seriously, but... well, he doesn’t seem to! He doesn’t seem to take anyone too seriously, but he talks to girls sometimes like he’s talking to a child.

He’s studying hard. He goes to NYU with you, same major as you, so he’s in most of your classes. That’s why the two of you got to be such good friends. Biochemistry. Your lab class is the most fun of all, he always manages to make his experiment go horribly wrong. He exploded his watch recently and could only cackle loudly as he had to clean it all up. He loves the experiments. Much more fun than math, he tells you. And he’s a genius. 100% in all his classes, it just comes effortlessly to him.

He helps you study sometimes. He comes over and helps you color code your notes, and pokes fun at your pink patterned sheets, and complains about the lack of his favorite foods in your fridge, and eventually he’ll tug your ponytail and rub your upper arm and pout and say he has to go back to his dorm. You’ll boo and chase him out, but go to sleep holding a pillow close. You’ll see him tomorrow.

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Oooooof. This was way longer than I meant it to be.

I developed a character, this guy, that I’m super into and would love to play with. I know this prompt is written in second person, but I aim to play this guy’s friend and classmate, while you play this guy.

For this role, I’m looking for someone suave, cool, with an easy confidence, who’s keeping my character on edge. Maybe he wants her, maybe he doesn’t, but he knows she wants him and he enjoys toying with her a little. And he enjoys being her friend. We can discuss plot points and the future of this story as we go.

If you’re interested in my writing but you don’t like this role, still message me! I’ve got loads of ideas I’d love to share, and I’m super interested in hearing your ideas, too.

Here’s my kinklist: https://i.imgur.com/xQWZsgM.png