Emily felt a blush creep up her cheeks when Maya said her name was pretty. She'd always thought it was plain, like Jane, or Elizabeth, or any old name. She could have had an exotic and exciting name, like Isabella, Amara, or... Maya. The bewildered look Maya gave her told her everything she needed to know. No one wanted to sit and read together. It wasn't a normal thing to do. Emily was expecting Maya to politely decline, but then she accepted! Emily felt that butterfly inside her ribcage flutter to life again, but then it fell into the pit of her stomach when Maya said she had to get home. But she hadn't let go of Emily's hand, and Emily wasn't letting go any time soon, unless it got more awkward. Maya had said something else. Tomorrow at lunch. Goodness. It wasn't the door slammed in her face she'd imagined. It was... wonderful. She needed to stare into this girl's eyes for hours, to... She realized she was staring into Maya's eyes, holding her hand, saying nothing. She must look like a fool. Say something, say something! Her brain screamed at her, and she finally heard her own voice say, "tomorrow at lunch would be splendid! Eleven thirty?" Where had that time come from? Where were they going? What kind of tea would they drink? What would they talk about? While her mind was asking a million questions she couldn't possibly answer, Maya started toward the register and Emily, unwilling to let go of the girl's hand, accompanied her, blushing and looking anywhere but at Maya. "There's a place around the corner, Shiraz Delight." Would Maya go to an Iranian restaurant? She had no idea whether she would be comfortable or offended by the suggestion. She should have picked something generic. "They have the best tea, if you like it strong and sweet. Or we could go wherever you want." Her words came out in a torrent, all at once, almost tripping over each other to get out.

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Emily. Such a pretty name. A proper young woman in a regency romance or something. Feminine and cultured... "Emily," The dark eyed woman whispered. The name felt magical in her mouth. It felt like lace and ribbon. Gorgeous. "It's perfect." Perfect? It was one of the dumbest things she'd ever said. "It's so pretty." Just like you. Maya added silently, grateful she managed not to say it aloud. Then she asked something. Maya had drifted into her big, blue eyes at some point and barely heard the question. She started to open and close her mouth - a goldfish, a teacher had once called her - as she tried to catch back up. Tea?! Could it be more ideal? Tea was something she'd grown up with. Something she loved. There was a great Iranian place around the corner that served it strong and sweet. Maya's brain remained frozen for a moment more before she managed to blink and stammer, "Tea?" Before the word had escaped her lips Maya felt the wave of terror and doubt. Why would you say that? Of all things, you couldn't do better than mumble what she just said? "Uh, I'd love to," she blurted. She did say "to" and not "you", right? "But I need to get home. I'm late." Her heart was racing and her pulse thundered in her ears. She couldn't leave. The confusion grew - she wanted to know Emily. But it felt so different. Behind her panic Maya knew she liked this girl, or wanted to. Emily's soft hand felt so good in hers that Maya couldn't bring herself to move. "Tomorrow at lunch?" She asked, more stunned by the fact that she heard herself say it than almost anything else. Maya stood on her toes and looked around for the register and sank back to her heels with a nervous laugh before she turned toward the front of the store and took a hesitant step that direction, stilling holding Emily's hand.

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Basically, the idea is that mc and yc have sex while fighting like an over-the-top kung fu movie (example: trying to kick mc in the face while mc's cock is in the yc's pussy). I prefer if mc was a femboy going against a female character (preferably non-futa). The fight will most likely end with impregnation. If you want to add some other kinks to it, hit me up and ask what you'd want to add (ignore my kinks list for now as I really need to update it). This is going to be very hard to find people for, but I'm hoping that if I put it out there, someone will take a look and be interested.

I'll get straight to the point. I'm looking foe semi-literate partners who can play as one or more girls from the Sonic franchise. Some from the games, some from the comics. I'll be playing as a futa. My kinks and limits are in my preferences. -Amy Rose -Rogue the Bat -Cream the Rabbit -Vanilla the Rabbit -Blaze the Cat -Wave the Swallow -Whisper the Wolf -Surge the Tennec -Lanolin the Sheep That's all the girls I have so far. Hit me up if you're interested.

"That's a beautiful name." Emily studies Maya's face, wishing she were looking into the girl's eyes, terrified that Maya might look up at any moment and make that wish come true. "I'm Emily," she says, still holding Maya's hand. She doesn't dare let go, as if doing so will break some spell and Maya will disappear in a puff of smoke, a magical dream that could only remain through physical contact. She knows the idea is silly, but... she wants so much to... she doesn't dare dream of what she might want. Maya's presence, her voice, her gaze. Those things fill her with such trepidatious joy she doesn't dare dream of more. But somewhere in the back of her mind, there's more. "Would you..." she has no idea what she's going to ask, she just knows she has to ask something. She has to keep the conversation moving. She can't let it end with them parting ways. "Would you like to get a cup of tea? Perhaps we could read together..." It was a stupid idea. People didn't get tea and sit and read together. They talked and laughed and did all the things a wallflower like Emily could only dream about but would never experience. She realized they were still holding hands and looked down to see their clasped hands. She still didn't want to let go, but Maya also hadn't let go. Perhaps she was just being polite. Please, thought Emily. Please let her say yes. I don't want to go home to my tiny apartment by myself again. Please. She dared to look up at Maya's face, to her eyes. She couldn't hide the pleading look in her own, despite knowing in her hear that it would make the other girl bolt. She prayed it wouldn't.

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When the girl took her hand, Maya's brain seized like she'd been struck by lightning. She stood, blinking, looking at their hands, bewildered by the sight and unable to reconcile the pleasure and excitement with the shock. Only a moment ago simply brushing the stranger's hand had set butterflies loose in her stomach. For an instant before Emily started to walk the other way, even the butterflies froze. Then, at the gentle tug, Maya stumbled forward and her heart fluttered. She blinked again and shook her head to clear the sudden fog. By the second step her cheeks were hot as she blushed. Girls held hands all the time but she wasn't supposed to feel this. Maya tried to breathe. To not squeeze the girl's hand. Her hand was warm and soft, gentle in a way not even her grandmother's had been. And Maya failed. She squeezed the woman's hand, ever so softly. Nothing had ever felt more decadent, reckless and brave. Suddenly, they stopped in front of a shelf and Maya realized two things. She didn't know where in the store they were and she hadn't breathed. But they were still holding hands. Maya looked down at their hands again. It felt like a dream and if she looked away it my evaporate with the blaring of the alarm. The alarm sounded like a girl's soft, pretty voice and Maya looked up, her dark eyes wide. The hand had not evaporated and the beautiful young woman attached to it had spoken. Maya blinked slowly, looking into the other woman's piercing blue eyes. Reluctantly she turned her head to look at the book. Maya took it off the shelf with her free hand and let it fall to her side. She swallowed hard, trying desperately not to squeak when she spoke, "Thank you." she managed to say in an almost normal voice. She let her eyes fall to their clasped hands again and smiled even as she pressed her lips together. "I'm Maya." She said even more softly.

Emily's heart would have skipped a beat had she seen Maya's hopeful, searching reaction to the book, but she didn't look up in time. By the time she did, Maya was looking at the book again. Emily's eyes lingered on Maya's features with a mixture of longing and uncertainty, but flicked away again before Maya might notice. As Maya's fingers brushed against hers in a fleeting touch, Emily felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body, igniting a firestorm of emotions within her. It was as if time stood still in that moment, and all she could feel was the warmth of Maya's touch and the overwhelming desire to... do... something. But as Maya recoiled, panic flashing across her face, Emily's heart sank with disappointment and self-doubt. She had obviously misinterpreted Maya's actions. The chances of that were so slim it was practically impossible. She looked away again. She couldn't bear to face Maya's rejection. Yet, even as Emily's gaze remained fixed on the floor, her thoughts raced with images of Maya's captivating eyes, deep pools of darkness that held a universe of untold stories and hidden desires. Whenever Emily looked into Maya's eyes, she saw a reflection of her own longing, her own yearning for connection and understanding. Or maybe she was just imagining the whole thing. The memory of their hands touching lingered in Emily's mind, a tantalizing reminder of the fleeting intimacy they had shared. She couldn't shake off the lingering warmth of Maya's touch, the way it had sparked something within her. Emily wanted nothing more than to reach out, to take Maya's hand in hers. She imagined the thrill of their fingers intertwining, the electricity that would surge between them with each shared touch. Summoning all her courage, Emily lifted her gaze once again, and this time her eyes locked with Maya's. In that moment, she saw something flicker in Maya's eyes, a glimmer of uncertainty, perhaps, or a hint of longing that mirrored her own. Emily made a decision then, after Maya asked if the book was here. She reached out and gently took Maya's hand in hers, like when she used to hold hands in line in grade school. It wasn't romantic, or sexual, just a comfortable, guiding hand. And as she led Maya towards the shelf where "Annie on My Mind" awaited, Emily dared not think of what she really wanted. Instead, she decided to treat this as if Maya were any other friend. Maybe, just maybe, they could begin a shared journey later, but for now, she wanted to share something with this enchanting woman who had captured her attention. "Here," she said, pointing to the book on the shelf. She didn't let go of Maya's hand, just letting their arms hang between them, hands clasped, hoping that it might last forever, because it was the bravest thing she'd done in as long as she could remember, and she didn't think she had the courage to do it again if Maya let go.

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Wanna roleplay about something with a medieval theme?

A young adult's grandfather passes away due to natural causes, while her grandfather was on her death bed, he gave her a old and pretty shitty house in a town pretty far from where she lives. After a week of packing, she gets in her car and gets on the open road, a few hours later, she pulls into her new home... and is greeted by a rather Cute man (for reference, about mid-30s) and his wife... she is nervous about meeting the other residents of this small town...

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A human girl who was chosen to protect the lands from where she was born in the future... 20 years later, nearly the entire population of the human race disappears cause plot relevance and after a long journey she defeats [Insert Monster Name Here], She becomes a hero to the few that are (somehow) still alive, But one day while she is out, She is taken by a Monster, she is them breeded and fucked and passed out to other Monsters/creatures in the region, all while nobody knows where she is...

(Please note that if you are interested, message me and I will be playing as the male, But i do not mjnd swapping the genders) A quiet teen (15 - 19) who locked himself in his house for five years due to him accidentally killing his mother (instead of his sister, clever I know), His father left the house leaving his only family member to be his sister to do things and make sure her brother is okay. One night, Some 'urges' hit him, He begins to jerk off, soon his sister slowly opens the door and watches him. The next day she begins to act a bit... "Flirty" with him...

(Please note that if you are interested, message me and I will be playing as the teen) A quiet teen (15 - 19) who locked himself in his house for five years due to him accidentally killing his mother (instead of his sister, clever I know), His father left the house leaving his only family member to be his sister to do things and make sure her brother is okay. One night, Some 'urges' hit him, He begins to jerk off, soon his sister slowly opens the door and watches him. The next day she begins to act a bit... "Flirty" with him...

Name should explain enough

A young adult's grandfather passes away due to natural causes, while her grandfather was on her death bed, he gave her a old and pretty shitty house in a town pretty far from where she lives. After a week of packing, she gets in her car and gets on the open road, a few hours later, she pulls into her new home... and is greeted by a rather Cute man (for reference, about mid-30s) and his wife... she is nervous about meeting the other residents of this small town...

Shirabi's expression didn't change, although she gave a confessionary shrug of sorts. "She's super nice!" Ciel picked up one of the now finished cupcakes, holding it in both hands as she spoke. "She answers all the questions I ask her, she's always patient, and she doesn't mind taking breaks every now and again for me. If anything, I think she likes taking breaks more than I do..." She chuckled lightly, then took a bite from the cupcake. A delighted hum signified her absolute satisfaction with them, both in her own work and in Yuki's contribution. On the other side of the room, the microwave beeped. Shirabi pulled out the plate of leftover pad thai she had been warming up and brought it over to the counter by the table, leaning onto one of the bar stools under it. "She's polite, too." She added, "First kid to call me doctor on instinct. Probably because I had just gotten home from work. Real peach."

Yuki gave her aunt a stern, overprotective glare and then turned back to Yuki. "Well, next time you want to make them, let me know so I can watch you, like Aunt Shirabi is supposed to.", completely changing her tone from the shy girl she just was to an overprotective mother bear. Still, Yuki went to go find and grab the frosting, putting on Ciel's just like she liked it. "The bakery was really empty without you though, for those last few weeks the sweets section didn't really have any of the flourishes you put on it, so I'm glad to be here! We can make up for the time away by hanging out today and tomorrow. "Though I'll a bit getting ready for school orientation... How's your home schooling going? Is your tutor nice?"

Somewhere behind Yuki, her Aunt looked awkwardly off to the side, eventually deciding to busy herself looking through the fridge to let her girls have a moment. Ciel's head slowly raised a little, her eyes fluttering away their drowsiness bit by bit as she let out a meek "hmmm?". Once she finally realized who it was laying a hand on her, she perked up immediately, throwing her arms around her big sister in the tightest hug her thin frame could manage. "Yuki!" She spoke softly through a beaming smile. "I made them all on my own, and I didn't get hurt!" A giggle escaped her. "Well... the cupcakes may have gotten a little hurt, though... and I kind of ran out of steam before I could frost them..." She drew off a little, not able to hide her disappointment at a job half-finished. "Even then, I'm so happy to see you! Even just knowing that Aunt Shirabi was heading out to pick you up from the station, I could barely sit still. Things are going to be so much more exciting with you around!" She was back to smiling, her face lit up like the sun. The sound of the microwave clicking on issued out from nearby. If Yuki turned she'd see Shirabi leaning against her kitchen counter, a prideful smirk on her face.