Notes

: F22. Please say if reading! This is a dramatic roleplay involving a woman and her brother in law. I would be most compatible with a more dominant male roleplay partner.

My name is Annie, I stand tall at 5'9'', my slim build accentuated by my broad shoulders and long limbs. My auburn eyes are my most striking feature. My hair is dark, a shade of brown that borders on black, and falls in loose waves just past my shoulders. I keep it tied back in a messy bun most days, out of practicality rather than fashion. My face is angular, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. My nose is straight and my lips are full. As for sexual details, my breasts are a generous handful and my ass is fit and toned.

Your brother, Tom, and I have been together for three years and got married last year. I work as a nurse in the emergency department, and he is an office manager. Ever since we got married, our relationship has changed. Tom has been drinking and gained a lot of weight over the year. You and I haven't spoken much, but we used to be closer when Tom and I were just dating. Tonight, Tom invited you to watch the Super Bowl.

I come home around halftime after a long and grueling shift at work. I unlock the front door and step inside, greeted by the familiar smell of home. I take a deep breath, relieved to be back after a long and tiring shift at the hospital. As I kick off my shoes and hang up my coat, I hear the sound of a bottle clinking against glass. My heart sinks as I realize that my husband is already drunk. "Annie, you're home," he slurs, stumbling into the living room. "Finally. We're starving!" I try to keep my cool as he continues to speak, his words slurring together and barely making sense. "I'll go fix something up." I sigh in defeat. I'm wearing dark blue scrubs and a black turtleneck underneath for obvious reasons. I barely say hi to you and just go to cook you both something to eat.

(Please continue with a description of yourself and some background information about your character! If you're into non con, feel free to play as Tom to fill any needs. After a few replies we can move to discord if we are compatible.))

Stranger: (hey! Reading!)

You: (Thanks)

Stranger: ( Kevin, 21, I'm 6 foot with an athletic, cut build from doing gym and basketball, I have light brown eyes with shades of green towards the outerparts and few freckles below them with a small scar on the side of my cheek and a small nose with fairly big pink lips, and I have medium brown hair that has some lighter color natural highlights and is parted down the middle, my hands are fairly big and my jawline is prevalent, I'm clean shaven for the most part. And I'm fairly pale. If you want my size down there just ask.) You and my brother Tom were husband and wife, whilst dating you two had the classic, story book relationship, during this time I was closer to you, sometimes envious of what you two had, of what my brother had, you were becoming a forbidden fruit, one I could not hear, so I became distant as a result, but I didn't know much of your internal struggles and my brothers now that you both were married. I've noticed his weight gain and sometimes his often erratic, drunken behavior, but I tried not to take much of a note of it since he was still my brother. Seeing you walk into the door now, my heart fluttered opposed to your sinking one, my brothers voice slurring as my eyes hone in on your tall figure, your auburn hair, I was slightly buzzed, but no where near drunk "Yeah we were going to order pizza but the wait was too long.. Superbowl and all" I look back to see you already dashing to the kitchen now, I could see just how stressed you were and it hurt me to see you like this, especially in contrast to your energy pre marriage. After a few moments Tom gets up in a slow manner, stumbling into the kitchen to meet you, his hands grabbing your waist from behind, his face pulling into your hair. All whilst I was still in the living room, I was wearing black skinny jeans and a dark blue flannel top. I tried to ignore the souring energy in the room, and instead focus on the concert on screen since it was halftime.

Stranger: (sorry that took so long, Omegle mobile is a nightmare)

You: (No worries! For ages, I would be 25, Tom is 29. Can you play 27?)

Stranger: (no problem!)

You: greet you with a mutter, a small nod in your direction before disappearing to the kitchen. I rush into the kitchen, scanning the fridge and pantry for ingredients to throw together a quick meal. I grab a package of pasta and set a pot of water to boil on the stove. While the water heats up, I chop up some garlic and onions, tossing them into a skillet with a splash of olive oil.

I flinch and look back over my shoulder. "Tom... don't" I wince. My body tenses as he embraces, the memory of a recent bruise on my ribcage still fresh in my mind.

You: *I greet

Stranger: I could hear the sounds of pots and pans coming together in the kitchen, you just came home from a long shift, a nurse is not an easy job, especially one in the emergency department, it was gruelling and draining for you, and you'd tell me such in much more private conversations we had before your marriage. I sat alone on the couch now, pulling my phone out to scroll through Instagram, so many others were having more elaborate, fun parties, but here I was with my brother and now you, I didn't mind it but it wasn't the funniest night. I could start to smell your dish coming together, my brother was lucky to have someone like you, to cook for him after a long shift. "Annieee, baby, you know I love how you look in scrubs...I can't help myself.." Tom mutters in a drunken tone, the stench of alcohol permeating the air "What's wrong?" Tom adds sliding his hands up your thin waist "Give me some tonight.." Tom whispers, pressing into your back now, his lips sloppily crashing onto the corners of yours, the saliva dragging.

You: If I refuse I know the consequences. I would rather be with him consensually, even if I didn't want it. Fighting him was worse, he would still get what he wanted in the end, but I would be much worse off. My anxiety heightens and I nod in agreement. "Of course, sweetheart... After the game and we shower, alright?" My hands shake. I am terrified of him. I am just hoping he passes out from drinking so I don't have to hold up my end of the promise. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep calm.

Over the past few months, I've lost a noticeable amount of weight. My clothes fit loosely on my slim frame, and my face has a more defined jawline. I'm grateful for the weight loss, but I know it's not from a healthy place. I haven't been eating anywhere near the amount I should be. The sizzle of the vegetables fills the air, and I add a can of diced tomatoes to the mix. I sprinkling some salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes.

Stranger: (I have discord btw but if you want to see if we're still compatible that's fine, it'd be easier for me to spell check and space there though)

You: (Sure! I can add you)

Stranger: The silence around the house started to get awkward, I couldn't hear you both from the living room, only the sound of the stove going and the fan above it. "Mhmm.. definitely after the game, but fuck I want you now.." Tom says with his hand moving to your ass, immediately grabbing it with force, Tom couldn't even pick up on the cues of you shaking or tensing up. "Hey! The games back Tom! Hurry up, the Chiefs get ball first hopefully they can comeback!" I call out, tired of being left alone, I cracked open another beer for myself, still nowhere near my brother I felt it was fine to have a few more. But my concern for you weighed on my mind some more, I notice your face getting slightly more shallow, your clothes looser, I hated how distant we were now. "Annie whatever you're cooking smells amazinnnng!" I call out, trying to initiate some interaction between us now, I could feel tension and awkwardness between us, but I was overthinking, my job was way more laid back than yours, maybe my time to think was too much.