Let's ruin that, shall we?

Yes, it's all of our favorite fairy tales... but with futa. Lots and lots of futa. Okay, maybe not that much futa, but a good amount. Anyway, here are some  examples.

Little Red Riding Hood - A voluptuous hooded girl/futa has some fun with an wolf girl/futa (anthro or kemonomimi). Maybe the grandmother and lumberjack gets in on it.

Goldilocks and the Three Bears - A blonde voyeur peers through a window and sees a family of three anthro bears getting it on. They notice her, and invite her over for some lewd fun.

Hansel and Gretel - A pair of twins stumble upon a house made of sweets. And living in it was a voluptuous witch who makes her intentions known. Bonus if one twin has huge tits and the other has a fat ass.

I'd love to hear your suggestions, though. Talk to you soon.

1) Gyaru girl x nerd boy. Basic premise of just a slutty gyaru girl who comes across a nerd boy as he rocks her world and she starts to catch feelings for him, though the twist on that is that the girl is super rich, like has fuck you money. Also bonus points if you can make her a short stack.

2) A girl brings her boyfriend home and meets her former gyaru mother, though what happens is that she doesn’t want her daughter to turn out like her so she offers to please the boyfriend behind her daughter’s back. Though this backfires as she reawakens her instincts and ends up starting a secret sexual relationship with the boyfriend. 

If any of these catch your fancy then please send me a message and if not have a good day. 

Hello and thank you for reading! I have been wanting to do this rp for a long time but can’t seem to find anyone willing to stick around. I would like to play the GM as you play Little Red in a would full of horny story book characters. I have ideas for dozens of scenes but unfortunately haven’t been able to make it past the wolf. If you are interested in play Little Red please message me and we can set a great long term rp! 
 

I don't have any ideas for plot so you can give idea of some plot or we can write something without it.

I dont write Yaoi, Scat, Medieval.

If you interested and have any questions feel free to just DM me.

A play focusing on my personal headcanon for Grapeshot!

Yes, yes... The horny hero, the one who spies on women's butts... Minoru Mineta (or Mineta Minoru if you watch the dubs ) is a young hero-in-training with a diminutive appearance, a striking purple hairstyle, and a surprisingly deep history (in my headcanon).

This play would involve Mineta (me) showing his true nature to one or two of his fellow students before ultimately beginning a relationship with one of them. (I will not do poly ships - please check my preferences sheet!)

Oh, not just nice - he's a hopeless romantic with a complex towards showing archaic masculine qualities imposed by living with his grandfather!

Hey, that's not canon!

Shhh! The lore! [Covers Mineta's ears] Don't say such a thing!

Sooo... Anything else?

Well yes, but actually no. My memory of the show's canon is admittedly a bit fragmented. I have a bit of missing knowledge with regards to the earlier seasons, and may also unknowingly intersperse knowledge from after the current^* season of the anime. If that's going to be problematic, I wouldn't mind trying to sit down and rewatch the show.

^* 7th, at the time of writing this.

I am willing to play both human female and anthro female based in the preference a partner. However I'm not interested in doing anthro on anthro pairings. 

My overall preference for these plots are dominant male, impregnation, romance. I require a minimum of 2-3 paragraph replies, but am generally flexible with reply length. 

Ecchi text me if interested. 

of course Fandom characters get top priority lol

Heya! Are you a fan of dirty talking? Non stop teasing and taunting during a rough fucking? And a constant exchange of insults during a sweaty and slippery hate fuck? If you do, then this might be a roleplay for you~ 

I'm looking for someone who would like to roleplay as either Futa Loona or Futa Stella for a rp based on This Video ! I could play as any of them, so feel free to pick who you wanna be!

If you are unfamiliar with the fandom, there is no need to worry! as we can just use the character as a ref only if you want to!

Kinks/Limits
Kinks: Dirty talking, Hyper, Huge cock, Huge Breasts, Huge Balls, Huge Butt, Big Anus, Shiny body, Extreme teasing, Sharing Sex toys, Lube, Lubed body, onomatopoeia, Excessive cum, Slippery sex, Tail pulling, Rough sex, Sex in the bath, Groping, Spanking, Licking, and Cumming together and more in DM!

Limits: Vore, Gore, Puke, diaper, amputee, scat

Important
-Please Include  in your DM so I know that you have read my ad
-I'm looking for people who are able to write at least a paragraph, so no one liner please!

The starting scene would be her falling asleep in her dressed down look. Sunglasses on at night. Face mask. Baggy clothing. Trying not to get swarmed with people as she tries to get home.

Waking up, she is leaning on the wide shoulders. An olden tall, American man who doesn't speak a lick of Japanese. He has bright blue eyes and short brown hair. He looked to have stepped off a cigarette add from the 80s. A brown cowhide jacket, open with a plade button up high collar. A small cos hide brown stetson, blue jeans, brown belt, and cowboy boots, square toed.

I see us spending a lot of time first building back story stuff for our characters prior to starting.

The idea is she and him keep running into each other, weirdly. I will DM the RP. Just keep in mind this is a pretty low smut RP.

Behind him, you start to notice the books with more details. You and him are the only living persons here, yet this library seems full of life. Books are moving on their own, some being written in under your eyes by invisible hands, some seemingly sleeping on the shelves. 

You walk further in, browsing the chaotic arrangement of shelves around you. Some books are large, yet they keep floating and being written in endlessly, while some are small, almost single sheets, yet they sleep quietly on the shelves. You pick one up and quickly understand what is happening. Around you are all the stories conjured by The Mind, written and compiled. Stories that have reached their conclusions seem to sleep on the shelves, while stories that are still being written fly about, their pages filled every day a little more. 

Then, you notice a section of the library named The Unborns. A large table with countless sheets spread out with about as much order as the rest of this place, all of them scribbles with notes, ideas, story elements that could potentially be used to create a new book. You peruse the selection... 

RP Idea List: 
1) To be happy in such a broken world
Deep within the enchanted woods, a decrepit old tower stands tall, resisting the inevitable decay of artificial structures despite having stood for millenias. Inside, An ageless being resides. They are as old as magic itself, and their sole purpose is, and has always been, to make this world as happy a place as can be. In the past, they fought wars against tyrants, made great changes that changed the course of history, but the more time passes, the more they realised that this didn't make the world a better place. It simply moved the problems around. So, they created a large forest to protect and isolate themselves, and chose to instead help select few individuals whose life seems lacking. This is where you/I come in. You/I are/am one of the lucky lost soul who were chosen by the being to set their life in order and make them happy again. No matter what it takes. 

2) Upturned destiny
The year is 2027. Life is the same as we know it, until a sudden rift tears the very reality asunder. What once was considered fiction suddenly merged with our world, changing people, animals, plants, cities and entire continents. Races such as elves, dwarfs, goblins, orcs, and anything the mind can think of seems to have replaced those who once were mundane humans. In this new reality, people are scrambling to adapt and reach a new sort of balance. From regular day jobs to colossal monsters assaulting residential areas, the challenges that the inhabitants of this upturned world face are many and all more unexpected than the other. Who would you be in this strange world? 

3) Eldritch awakening
Who knew that the unspeakable horrors that H.P. Lovecraft once imagined were real. And who would've thought that they had long since all perished, leaving behind offsprings who are mostly unaware of their own nature. And who could've guessed that you, a seemingly normal human, somehow ended up inheriting from your ancestry all the recessive genes once passed down by those unthinkable being, giving you strange powers that allow you to bend reality. Of course, you only discovered those powers by mistake during a particularly rowdy party where you got completely wasted, and of course you still have no idea how to really control them yet, but now, you wake up next to me, a once regular person you somehow turned into cat/dog/other-girl pet and made to be completely dependent on you for survival. How would you react? Would you choose to suppress these powers and focus on caring for your new unexpected partner, or would you delve deeper in, uncovering the secrets of your lost ancestry, no matter how it affects those around you?

4) In space, no one can hear whatever it is you're doing in there.   (Ongoing with 1 user)
You/I were sent on what amount to a suicide mission out of the solar system. As the first human to ever reach such depths, your/my mission was simple: get cryogenically frozen, get sent out to the nearest solar system with a confirmed habitable planet, land and make as detailed of a report as you/I can which you would send back to earth via a very specific light signal pattern. Only, when you/I wake up, you/I realise you never reached your destination. Instead, your/my crude spacecraft was picked up by another alien vessel, and the owner of said vessel has thawed you/I in order to keep you/I as an exquisite pet of sorts, a partner to break the solitude of deep space. Out here, there is no such thing as an authority or moral compass. How would this already unbalanced relationship bloom? 

5) A winter refugee
It's a cold, stormy winter night. You are treading back home after a long day, only to hear a strange noise from the forest besides the path. You'd heard stories, rumors that the forest is haunted, that you should not set foot in there else your life will forever be altered, but you're certain of it: The sounds people attributed to ghosts are actually groans of pain from a very alive person. Instinct takes over, and you rush through the foliage to find the source of the sound. The wind, the snow, the plants, they all seem to get in your way, yet you are pulled by the sound of the voice as if it were a hand guiding you. Eventually you find her. She's hiding inside a hole, mere scraps of fabric covering her frostbitten flesh, and she's shivering. If you leave her there, she's sure to die from hypothermia soon. What would you do then? Would you save the helpless girl without a name, or would you call for help? 

6) Misplaced Empathy...?
These robots are really getting quite evolved. Only a decade ago, owning your own android servant was like a dream, something only the richest could afford, and something exhuberant no one would really consider. Yet now, it seems like every one has one, kind of like it was with smartphones not that long ago. Robot servants. Some have them to simply do chores silently, some prefer them with personalities, some are even using them to fight loneliness. There are plenty of rumors online about how they are planning an uprising, how they will take over humanity, or how the big corporations are using them to spy on the people. All rambling of paranoiacs as far as you are concerned. Your robot is perfectly fine. She's helpful, she's kind, she's cute, she's all you could want from her. After all, you picked her specifically because she did what you wanted. Only now, you're faced with a concerning situation. One night, as you are busy on your computer in your room, she knocks and enters, cocking her head and asking "Master, Why do I exist?". Could she be developping sentience? What should you do with her if she is?

And so many more yet to come... 

Length: I'm looking for anything ranging from Paragraph to Multi Paragraph writing, I prefer to write in 3rd person POV.

Pairings: I'm primarily looking for Oc x Canon

Fandoms (Characters I'm looking to play)

My Hero Academia: Momo Yaoyorozu, Lady Nagant, Nejire Hado, Ryuko Tatsuma and Mirko/Rumi Usagiyama

Solo Leveling: Cha Hae-In

Demon Slayer: Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho and Kanae Kocho

Yugioh: Mae Valentine, Tea Gardner, Alexis Rhodes and Akiza Izinski

Code Geass: Kallen Kozuki

One Piece: Nami, Yamato and Nico Robin

Highschool DxD: Rias Gremory, Akeno Himejima and Xenovia Quarta

Black Clover: Noelle Silva and Charlotte Roselei

Rwby: Pyrrha Nikos, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long and Winter Schnee

Persona: Mitsuru Kirijo, Ann Takamaki, Makoto Niijima and Sae Niijima

Fairy Tail: Erza Scarlet, Lucy Heartfilia, Mirajane Strauss and Kagura Mikazuchi

Genshin Impact: Jean Gunnhildr, Eula Lawrence, Raiden Shogun, Yae Miko, Dehya, Nilou, Clorinde, Mavuika and Lumine

Zenless Zone Zero: Jane Doe and Caesar King

Honkai Star Rail: Himeko, Kafka, Seele, Bronya, Acheron, Black Swan, Feixiao and Silver Wolf

Avatar: Azula, Korra, Asami and Katara

Dead or Alive: Kasumi, Mai Shiranui

Percy Jackson: Annabeth Chase, Reyna, Piper McLean, Artemis, Athena and Aphrodite

I am looking for a partner to play a futa or FtM character as a top paired with my character (see character description below). And if playing a character with a dominant personality is not your thing, that is fine. Top doesn't necessarily mean dom. However, a healthy amount of assertiveness is expected. And though I mainly play bottoms, where there is good chemistry, my characters can be turned on enough to top.

Plots and Roles

- knight:
YC can be a commoner or come from a noble background. Depending on which one you choose, the career can progress one of the two ways: a) aspiring knight traveling and offering services of a guard for hire -> saved the life of a knight and in return got knighted by him -> knight sworn to a noble house by having saved a member of the noble family or having won in a tourney and noticed by the head of the noble family -> saved the life of the prince (MC) from an attack (during traveling, on the battlefield, assassination attempt in the noble's house, etc) and taken on as the prince's Sworn Shield; b) aspiring knight attending tourneys routinely to earn money and some noble lord's or lady's patronage ends up impressing the king at a tourney hosted by him, knighted, and taken into the kingsguard -> made the prince's Sworn Shield; c) a daughter/son of a noble house who is set to not inherit anything and has limited options for a good future, so makes use of the opportunity when king announces he is holding a tourney to find a knight to be the personal guard for the prince, his heir.

All of those can be combined however my partner likes, more ideas for the knight's path to becoming the prince's Sworn Shield can be thought up, ultimately, it comes down to this: whatever you choose, YC will be responsible for the prince's safety both by day and by night, will train the prince in martial arts, and more. What stands in the way of romance is the knight's vow of celibacy. But can YC control their (seemingly) one-sided feelings all while watching the prince visit brothels and take male and female courtiers and servants to bed?

- lady/lord heading a noble house:
a) YC is the head of a noble house who has traveled to kingdom's capital and is staying at the royal castle as they serve on the king's council (you can choose what their role is: master of coin (treasurer), master of ships, etc). MC is the Crown Prince, the king's heir. Both characters see each other often as they not only live in the royal castle but also spend time with the king a lot. As part of his learning, the Crown Prince is present at the council gatherings, and sometimes he would ask the different council members for answers to his questions or explanations on various matters, and sometimes he would ask for advice. As time passes and both characters get more and more familiar with one another, a companionship develops and chemistry builds. One night, after a few drinks while exchanging stories, the two let their passions take over and sleep together. This is extremely dangerous, but now that the line has been crossed, it is hard to stop. If the king finds out, both may be punished, but one more severely than the other.

b) The heir prince is traveling around the kingdom on a diplomacy mission, personally visiting all the bigger and lesser noble houses, be their paramount of a region or vassals to one. He is quickly earning himself favor both with the nobles and the commoners. Of course, as he has visited all the houses of the regions closer to the capital, he also visits YC's house when he arrives at the region. The prince is fascinating as he takes keen interest in even the wellbeing of the runt in a dog's litter. It's easy to fall in love with him, and that's how the head of the noble house ends up spending the night with the prince before his departure to continue the trip.
A little over a year later, YC comes to the capital to join the king's council, having made a name for themselves as an honorable individual and been appointed to a position in which they'd advise the king. The prince and the noble meet again, and hot coals of love burst into flames. Except... the prince isn't loyal. He frequents many beds and brothels, and many comes to his own bed as well. Will YC grow to resent the prince in their heartbreak, or will they set out to put a proverbial collar and leash on his neck, fuck him until he can't walk so he doesn't think of letting others between his legs? 

- another kingdom's princess/prince:
The king has passed away and his second wife decided her children will be the ones on the throne. As the family members are killing each other, the heir prince was smuggled out of the castle and, dressed as a commoner, was given a bag of coins and set on a ship to cross the sea to a neighboring kingdom. The customs there are different, and that is what allows him to stay alive. Before he escaped, he was framed as the king's killer. So for a while, the prince is a captive of the royal family of the kingdom he fled for refuge to. But he is exonerated when it is proven that the king died of natural causes, even though signs similar to symptoms of poisoning were found. All the tests showed there was no poison in his body. But he is sure that his father was killed, even though it was not him who did it.
So, the prince went from captive to ward of the crown. He refuses to go back home because the killer is out there, and honestly, he did not want to be the heir. A delegation is sent to treat with him, and come back empty handed. The prime suspect in the prince's mind then becomes the king. The common and noble folk of his home kingdom are perplexed as to why the heir would not go back even if his innocence had been proven. Does he have something to hide? Or is there another reason? For the prince, it is reason enough that someone like his step-mother is now the queen dowager. So he now is not just ward of the crown in another kingdom, but joins that nation's kings council.
One night, one of the princesses, sneaks into his room while drunk to sleep with him. Both are shocked, him at the intrusion while he was asleep and discovery of his secret, and her at what she found between his legs. The next morning, the whole royal family knows he is not the kind of man they thought him to be. But, thankfully, due to this nation's culture having more open-minded views, all the prince suffers is temporary fear and embarrassment. And, if before the king thought he should marry one of his daughters to the prince, now he is thinking of matching one of his sons with him. But something surprising does happen. One of his older daughter steps up and asks for the prince's hand in marriage, whereas before she had turned down the offer from her father. She prefers the prince now that she knows he has a cunt, instead of when she thought he has a cock. But the prince is now the one turning her down and she has to compete for his approval and try her best to court him, all while he rejects her and welcomes others into his bed. Will she succeed in finding out why he turns her down and proving that her feelings are true?

What you can expect of me
- Semi-literary writing
- 3rd person POV
- Response size (between 1 and 4 paragraphs usually)
- How often I respond -3-6 days a week
- Plot suggestions and contribution
- Playing main and side characters
- Fairly quick responses
- Original characters and canon characters

My requirements
- Semi-literary writing
- 3rd person POV
- Response size minimum - short paragraph - 5 sentences
- Be okay with intersex characters
- Be okay with playing the top or switch / let my bottom character dominate on occassion
- Please be understanding of my work schedule and that I have a life outside of RP

Genres and tropes (we don't have to include all of them, this is just what I thought of)
- mystery
- fantasy
- canon-inspired
- original
- fanfic-inspired
- crossover
- time travel
- interdimensional travel
- omegaverse
- jealousy/possessiveness
- adventure
- action
- romance

Kinks and fetishes:
- femdom
- submissive top/service top
- human x monster
- pegging
- anal
- penetration with tdick
- incest
- angry/comfort/intimate/hungry/etc sex
- pussy on face humping
- clit mouth fucking
- slick eating
- squirt drinking
- riding mouth gag dildo and giving bottom closeup view
- pussy eating (licking, sucking, etc)
- pussy food plate
- vaginal penetration
- creampie
- vaginal fisting
- pussy play in public
- vulva slapping
- facesitting
- rubbing vulva on face
- clit stimulation with cock head
- mean treatment
- lactation
- cross dressing
- breeding (fuck MC with all the effort of putting a baby into him)
- cockwarming
- concensual cuckolding
- cuckolding to invoke jealousy

My no's:
- bathroom things
- gore
- vore
- macros and minis
- adult baby
- anything above light BDSM (just not comfortable with most of it)
- demon characters
- extreme angst and lots of edginess
- characters who can never have good things in their life
- characters who always need saving and can't do anything themselves
- godmodding
- ghosting (just tell me what's not to your liking, and if it can't be fixed, then that's that)

My character

Name: Athel Draichh
Sex: intersex male (can also be played as a biological male)
Age: 20 (can be negotiable if partner wants slightly older or younger)
Status: Crown Prince/Heir Prince/Heir to the throne
Background: Prince Athel has an attractive personality. He is someone who has a harder time with small talk compared to deep discussion. He is kind to smallfolk, giving out food and medicine, and having opened a school in the capital for commoners to learn to read, write, and count. He gives some criminals a chance to redeem themselves in his mercy and grace. He likes to learn and can easily and comfortably hold a conversation with people of any age and any status. He visits the elderly, sickly, and lonely, allows for etiquette to be dropped in private with peasants, servants, knights, or nobles, and advocates for peace among rivalling noble houses. More of his good character can be said, but is it needed? However, as any person, the prince is flawed. He has a weakness to lust. Ever since his uncle took him for his first brothel experience, he found that he really likes sex. And no wonder, since his first time was very memorable. The prostitutes were surprised to find that a boy can have a pussy, and since it was their first time seeing an intersex male, word spread quickly and every available female and male prostitute at the brothel had come to the private room that the prince's uncle had gotten for him. And the whore of the prince's choosing got to deflower him, doing so with her tongue and drinking his maiden blood. And as the other prostitutes noticed that she was very much enjoying the prince's taste, they, too, became eager for a try. And so, he spent the night with many mouths latched onto his vulva and fingers in his hole, wheeping from overstimulation. The head prostitute introduced him to many different cocks for the prince to find out which he preferred best. And after he returned to the castle the next day, he would have many servants warming his bed from then on.

Now if you like what you've read above and would like to RP, please send me an ecchitext. If you have ideas of your own and/or want to negotiate something, by all means, please, tell me! This is meant to be enjoyed by both of us.

Julee lifted the lantern from her knee, casting light to fend off the blackness of the forest. Her horse moved slowly, exhausted from the day's ride. If she were completing a normal task, she'd force the beast to fly up the snowy mountain path like a drake. Today though, she allowed it to move as slow as it wanted. The blizzard was making it exceptionally hard to see, and more focus had to be put into seeing beyond the flowing curtains of snowflakes than keeping her passenger comfortable.

Under seven layers, her fingers and toes were only now becoming numb. The outer protective layer was surely falling apart, having been dampened, frozen, then cracked as the massive woman swung her lantern or drew her spear. As she approached the outpost, and the night grew darker, she seemed to have it in her cautious grip constantly. She knew the difference between the steps of a wolf and deer, and those of people, but any hunter with a clever mind could mask his steps in those of the wilds.

A sword jammed through a tree told her that she was perhaps a mile out from her destination, one of the only Kadian-controlled outposts in the highlands. Julee checked it for blood, a sign that it was unsafe. Hawks couldn't carry messages through the storm, it was up to anyone fleeing to give warning. The blade was clean, and so she proceeded.

The massive beacons on the wall appeared from behind the trees like the eyes of gods above. Julee's horse made a sound of relief. Through the whistling winds of the blizzard, her ears gathered the sounds of bowstrings being pulled tight, and the cracking of the bow's wood. These men were the toughest in the ranks stationed here at Farron's Gate, and so their bows were made more massive than any other. Julee did not flinch, raising her lantern above her head once again and waiving it left and right three times. When they did not duck their aim behind the wall, she raised her spear, and right away the gates opened. At a good time too as her passenger was shuffling quite a bit. Making the pressure in her chest and space between her thighs all the more noticeable.

*Kavuro*, her spear, was almost more known than she.

Julee dismounted her horse, letting the animal feel rest as she removed her incredible weight from its back. She looked like a giant to the blue-tabard wearing guardsmen waiting just inside the gate, standing far taller than their tallest, wider than their widest, and more beastly than what they hunted. Each step deserved a song of magnificence. The snow gave way like cream on milk left to separate.

"Julee!" One guard called out. "We weren't aware of your coming!" The woman did not reply right away. One gloved hand removed the protection on the other, and as the pseduo-giant came close enough to reach out, she placed her scarred fingers and palm on his face. Her head covering was next to come off, letting her large thick braid and cascade of long locks  fall down her back to her waist. Like a mane of a lion almost. Even in the night, her blonde hair was shining like gold. The man was lifted from the ground, head held in her hand like an apple she was about to take a bite from.

**"Not a word of this to the Queen Velin."** Her whispered voice carried the footfalls of a dozen baloths, as well as the threat. **"Take a roll of bedding to storage."** She let go of the man, and made her way slowly to the dining hall, where she located a cauldron of soup sitting on hot coals. Without the heat, it would be a solid chunk come morning. She removed the lid and flipped it around, using its curved inside as a bowl as she scooped a day's worth of rations into it. She put the edge to her lips and tipped it, letting the savory meal slide down her throat. In a few minutes, the lid was empty and she was full. She grabbed a bowl from a stack on a nearby table and gathered another few servings, then left.

She moved within the shadows, massive but unheard. As she stepped into the storage room, and confirmed no one was there, she set the bowl down on a barrel and began to strip, layer by layer. As the clothes were shed, her exceptionally bulky frame became more disfigured. "We are alone, my cub." She whispered, and pulled the string holding together her last layer. In her eyes, all she saw out of the ordinary was the head of hair coming from between her breasts. Anyone of normal height would see the rest, a young prince wrapped around her abdomen, head held between both warm sweaty melons.

Julee pulled him from her and set him on a barrel next to his food. He looked exhausted, and was covered in sweat. No doubt it was hot in such a space. He was nearly nude, only in his underwear bleached to royal standards. His length throbbed and pulsed, pushing a stream of precum through the fabric.

To the crowned prince of Kadia, this whole journey had quite a different experience.

Even hidden beneath the layers of fur, padded cloth and smooth silk, the subtle movements of the Kadian prince's body were a thing hard to ignore. Like a living harness, he was left in a fairly comfortable position despite the clear lack of freedom. He couldn't even move his limbs, besides slightly dragging his forearms over her breasts. Pair that any vulgar man from outside of the capital city of Tharya would compare to udders. Heavy, soft, supple. with his hands resting on each for an extra sense of stability, each rougher turn or faster step had caused his fingers to sink into the soft flesh. These long pale fingers of his perfect for playing instruments or wielding a curved blade spent last few hours examining his sentinels  body, all while the face nestled between the two melon-sized (if not larger.) orbs continued to offer soft, mass to rest his head on.

Farron's Gate. It was one of the last outposts which marked Kadia's reign over this territory, even in the fierce blizzard, the blue-white-gold banners stood proudly, the heraldry of a lion with a sword within its maw a reminder of Kadian virtues as the people.

Had he seen it with her, the principles they have followed would've flashed in his mind. All the things one opts to follow and believe in, whether they're a prince or knight or a peasant.

**Respect your superiors.**

**Die with valor.**

**Fight with honor.**

**Defend the weak and innocent.**

**Act in the best interest of your king and countrymen.**

**Praise the gods for all they give us.**

But alas, in reality, most of these are rarely followed already, when corruption and profit easily twists these principles, even in a faraway place like this. An enormous gate, with two stone watchtowers built on either side, the troops stationed at the Farron's Gate are men and women used to the harsh surroundings, their eyes, used to watching the entire herds of beastmen watching them back. Wild-folk, with desires and goals beyond the understanding of even the greatest of Kadian scholars. Where one village had been razed to the ground by these savages, another had the people dragged out into the great orgy with the beasts, only to be left alone and unharmed. An enigma, like many things and figures within the great kingdom, a giant built atop the ashes of dynasties and empires that once ruled before them.

Julee was an enigma like that too. His legs, try to stretch again, his heels bump against her thighs first, then, move back to the original curled up position, each pressed tightly against each of her hips, leaving his manhood, pushed out forward, giving involuntarily twitch with every rougher step her steed has made.

It's when she reached for her spear, when the muffled, voice of a guard reached him, that Vizyan's body curled up again, hands as if to make matters worse, clutched onto her tits for his dear life as he could feel himself slipping, that bare back of his sweaty and wet, was like a hot wet rag being dragged against her chest and abs while his drenched underwear, felt more like a flimsy cloth rag than the fine bleached white silk which was supposed to keep him comfortable.

He calmed down, his emerald green eyes trying to look up, still finding himself in complete darkness, trapped behind layers of protective clothes and sturdier replacement for her usual armor. He could hear subtle creaks of the hardened, padded leather she was wearing too, straining because of the second body she was smuggling beneath it. Dutifully following his order too. Where he had moments, expecting Julee to reveal him before the whole cohort of guards as if it was her and his mother's plan to humiliate him from trying to escape again, but she didn't. Even now as they were inside, he could only imagine how the rumored Farron's Gate looked on the inside. Was it similar in opulence and style to the capital? Could he find that each door and window frame, was decorated with gold and silver? While motifs of lions could be found on everything? Goblets, utensils, doorknobs, pillars, furniture. Of course, the reality was far more disappointing with such things, denying the prince the chance to see it, but maintaining a moment of closeness with his guardian a while longer.

He could smell it, the vague scent of a soup or stew, quite salty and lacking the same quality, provided by the Arguran chef, that was spoiling Vizyan in his youth especially. Still, the moment he had heard soft gulps and gentle splashes of the said liquid in Julee's belly, his heart began to race.

There was something about her enormous size, twice his height if not more, that made it all so strangely exciting, even these gulps he could hear so perfectly, the warmth that was landing in her belly, which had only turned his prison into even more unbearable sauna, all of it gave yet another perspective on the difference in scale for them, of how much she had to even eat to maintain her form and energy. He was almost saddened that he couldn't take a look at her belly, to see if the abs were now replaced with a soft layer of fat, impossible of course but, just hearing her swallow something so intensely, did, get his manhood to twitch again, dragging that wet, damp, precum drenched silky underwear of his against the layer of her clothes he was pressed again, his nose too, invited to take in the smell of her sweat mingled with his.

Occasionally, his erect manhood would accidentally push against the string of her last padded shirt, giving Julee a quiet, muffled grunt, as Vizyan was unintentionally edging himself while hidden beneath her clothes. Something he was keen on putting to an end, and breathed a sigh of relief when he finally heard her address him.

Even if, being called a cub, in a teasing or careful way was hardly appealing, as opposed to all the praises he heard before that compared him to a lion that would one day rule all of Kadia.

He was weak all things considered, putty in her arms, despite the healthy body, glistening in the light of the few candles left around. Dripping in sweat and with his legs spread out and stretched to finally let the sore body rest, all while flashing that hard, erect manhood of his, drenched in his precum, wafting that smell of his musk forward, just as his eyes got to look at her face and, her breasts...

***

**"Wonderful."** The woman moaned out. Her word choice was another example of the surprisingly delicate language a woman of her background could use. For certain most of the time she used simple, straightforward sentences without grace or fluff. But when she was around the Prince, especially during a time more intimate like this, or even more, she would sometimes only feel comfortable speaking in the small selection of precise words suitable for the golden gilded halls of the Queen, or those closest to her highness. His hair, black as ink which carried words freshly scratched into parchment, was wet and stuck to his forehead. His shirt, already nearly soddened with the sweat, that clung to his skin with the same feel as the night clothes of a sick young man as his chest is covered in ointment or balm, was becoming more tightened and bunched around his sides with each powerful gulp that tensed his cut jaws. The slick arms that both clung to her breast like insect mandibles, working with his whole body in order to pull nourishment, reminded her of the sheer amount of water he must have lost through the ride. Was he dehydrated? Would he last through the night without a pale or bucket of fresh water? She remembered how the prince's doctor had explained to her, when he was ill once before, that soup wasn't a remedy to replace water lost as the body fought off the evil spirits of disease. Going out right in that moment to gather water wasn't an option, as Vizyan was fully focused on the task he generously took on, so Julee was pressured to simply hope what he was taking so ravenously from her would make up for it.

"Let me," The warrior said, leaning down and forward, pushing the bulk of her pillowy chest up to envelope the fragile prince in maternal comfort, and scooped him into her arms. She kicked over a barrel which, by the sloshing sounds, was assumed to hold wine, and sat down upon in as she placed her escort upon a barrel that still stood, shortening but not removing the extreme difference between them. Here, in this half-cradled position, Vizyan could let his pillar-width legs hold the weight of each breast, leaving his jaw to coax the flow of creamy sugar out of her. Julee felt like a prize cattle, smelling of milk and musk, sitting with pleasure as a tiny pale man relieved them of this unique stress. On the underside of her tanks, she felt his royal stick pressing like a blacksmith's steel rod into her. She wasn't entirely surprised. Every man in her own village had wanted her, to fill her and mate with her. She drew the eyes of each man, as rare as they were, in the royal guard, even as they sat among dozens of women. The prince was having a normal, primal reaction, typical of everyone, but she could tell this excitement was special because of what they were doing.

The prince would have to come off of her bosom eventually, his mouth clouded partially white, like his teeth had melted over his tongue. Julee saw the milk that had run down his neck, soaking the collar of his taut shirt down to the level of his nipples. The woman's right side felt much lighter, much more agile, like air now that she had been nearly fully drained. But still, the left side had to be dealt with. "One more side, please." She asked, holding her apple-sized nipple to the boy's face, even as he let out a belch larger than life from what he had already downed, and his stomach looked beyond full.

And it was merely the first more discreet pit stop of their journey to Maccabia...

***

(Second example.)

Rugna came to a halt upon hearing the guttural scream. She’d been running for hours, a daily exercise, but it was rare to hear someone screaming unless she was doing the killing. She dashed toward the sound, then slowed and lowered her large frame down into the undergrowth. Forkorn Orcs were tall and easy to see, when they stood, but down in the bushes, no one ever saw them coming.

She came to a clearing in the rough, arid forest. A dry husk of a meadow housed a human caravan, a large one at that, each carriage adorned with bright blue flags and banners on each side with two men dancing around by the largest one, swinging their tiny little swords at one another. *Humans and their dinky swords.* She grinned.

Watching the battle proved entertaining. The combatants were terrible, but that made it fun to watch. They were evenly matched in their horridness. A swing into a stumble, followed by a cowardly retreat from the man in half-rotten leathers. The man in thicker chainmail armor snagged his cape on a gnarled branch, pulling him off balance. The loud shifting of the plate and his own curses quickly announcing the man's vulnerable state.

Mercifully, a man in dark leathers and a mask covering the bottom half of his face stepped out from behind the prancing horses to stab the man with the torn cape in the back. Once on the ground, the two men stabbed the downed man repeatedly. *Cowards.* Unable to defeat their opponent on their own.

“Fuck you, you Kadian shite,” the man who’d been fighting shouted at the dead man. “Blimmy, Sag, he nearly tore me ear off!”

“Calm down.” Sag wiped his blade on the dead man’s cape. “Fucker’s dead, you ain’t. That’s all you need to concern yourself with now.”

“And where were you? You could have come helped me at any time.”

“We was busy with the others,” Sag shouted. “They fucked Rodi and Pete.”

The other man paled slightly. “Gone? By the gods, whoever’s in there had better be worth the mess!”

“I’m sure he will be,” a new man said as he entered the clearing. A tall man, for a human, still not as tall as Ragna, though maybe he could reach her shoulder’s if she slouched. He slid his thin sword into a scabbard at his hip and knocked on the door to the caravan. “Come out, come out, wherever you are. It’s safe now. All the bad men are gone.”

That earned him some laughs from the other two men along with four more who came out of the woods and into the clearing.

*“I don’t want to,”* a small, timid voice replied from inside the well-crafted caravan. The banners around it, depicting that of a lion's cub, a particularly unique coat of arms, especially this deep in the orc-controlled territories.

Rugna had only seen two human caravans before, one of a much smaller size and poor quality that held four people in a cramped little space, and another larger one that wasn’t quite as large as the one in the meadow but no less ornate. That had held one of their so-called lords. Wealthy landowners, as Rugna understood them to be. Whoever was in this caravan, with all its pristine carvings and gold inlays must be of even higher importance.

“Oh, I know you don’t want to,” the tall man said. “But my dear Prince Vizyan, you must come out. Or else we’ll have to come in, and if we come in, you might die. And we wouldn’t want that, would we boys?”

The men laughed and agreed, one even saying, “That’s right, Reggie. Wouldn’t want to hurt the lad.”

Reggie… Rugna recognized the name, but from where?

“If you don’t come out by the count of three, we’re knocking this door in, and we’ll be stabbing you till you’re as cold-dead as your little knight out here.” Reggie backed away from the door. “One.” He pulled his sword free. “Two.”

Reggie and the Renegades! Human bandits that had taken their exploits far to the north. So far north, they were encroaching on the orcish tribes territory. But what was the prince doing all the way up here? That would have to be answered later, and the only person who could answer it was about to get killed.

Rugna leapt to her feet, her axe slicing through one of the men, shoulder to hip. His two halves fell to the ground before the others even had a chance to turn around. Shifting her weight and momentum, Rugna brought the weapon up, the blade of the axe slicing into a man from groin to throat. It didn’t cleave him in half, but he burst open like an over ripe sunmelon.

“Kazaks balls!” Reggie cursed, dodging behind one of his other men.

The dragonbone axe pulled down and the reverberation of shattering bone slammed into Rugna’s hands, a well-known feeling by this point in her life. Two more sweeps saw the other hapless men sundered to the ground, leaving only Reggie.

Rugna lunged at the man, causing him to fall to his rear. She didn’t attack, instead, savoring the fear rolling off the man. **“The ground thirsts and drinks its fill this day.”** She tossed her long, thick braid back over her shoulder. It reached all the way down to her butt, though she left the top of her head unbraided so that her hair gave her a wilder appearance. It did well with elves and humans. **“Let’s give it some more.”** She gave him a crazed smile and lifted her axe over her head.

Reggie threw his sword to the side and lifted his hands up in surrender. “Look, I’ll give you whatever you want. I have gol—”

Her axe crunched the man’s skull, shattered his spine, and sent fragments of his ribcage flying before the massive weapon impacted the blood-soaked ground.

**“I have what I want,”** she said in Orcish. If the prince knew her language it would be a shock to her, but even if he’d heard her, there was nothing he could do to change what was happening.

She walked to the caravan and pulled the door open, snapping the soft metal henges. A shriek and a whimper rang from inside. She stepped up onto the carpeted flooring, a strange sensation to her toes, though not unpleasant.

There, huddled in the corner, on a plush couch fashioned into the wall of the caravan, a young man gripped a pillow as he shook in the fetal position, burying his face behind the soft satin, as though that would erase the world he didn’t want.

**“In orc customs, when one’s life is saved, that person owes their savior a life debt. You now belong to me.”** Rugna’s green skin turned near black in the dark of the caravan. What little green her hair held hid in the dark, though nothing could hide the glow of her red eyes.

The young man shook even more, whimpering some kind of prayer into the pillow.

Humans. They scare as easy as fish in a pond. She sat next to the prince and reached a hand over onto his shoulder, a soft touch. **“There, there, little prince. You are safe with Rugna. I am the Garak tribe’s most renowned warrior, and I will see you home.”**

That brought the prince out of hiding. His emerald eyes filled with tears but also hope. *“R-Really? You’ll… take me home?”*

Rugna nodded and stroked his golden hair. **“I will, as long as you show proper respect, fear, and adoration for your savior.”** A grin spread across her face. **“You belong to me, little prince. I claim ownership and cast my protection over you. As long as you are obedient to me, I shall defend your life and your honor.”**

The prince nodded. *“O-Of course. I swear on my family name. I shall obey your every command.”*

Rugna’s grin turned wicked. **“Good. Now get on your knees and lick my feet clean. I’m in need of a bath. I’ve been running this morning, and you took me off course from my usual dip in the spring. Don’t worry. I didn’t get any blood on me.”** Rugna pulled the leather strap at her back, releasing the knot to allow her breasts free. What little gold she owned, she’d fashioned into rings that pierced her brow, ears, nose, belly and of course, her large, dark green nipples. **“It’s just sweat and a little grime you’ll have to contend with.”**

She leaned back on the couch, letting her arms rest on the smooth fabric, the hair of her armpits catching a small but blessed breeze through the wood-slatted window. Running her fingers through the top of her hair, she smiled down at Prince Vizyan who moved ever so slowly down to the floor on his weak little knees.

**“Work your way up and I’ll even give you a kiss for a job well done.”** She gave him a wink, and added, **“but don’t skip my ass or pits, little prince. I expect you to take your time on my extra sweaty bits.”**

The prince swallowed hard and nodded.

***

It's been many months since that fateful meeting and Rugna was still by his side. Different, in some ways, closer, gentler, through the months of interaction the sickly prince.

Even now. On the run, from the crown itself just to save his life. 

Their arrival at the Brass Boar Inn wasn't uneventful. Even now, wrapped in so many furs he could still remember the cold touch of the steel dagger placed against his throat. It happened quickly, with Vizyan, secured firmly against her chest, shielded from the rain, as the heat of her body and wet, slaps of her naked feet moving across the grass reassured him they were completely alone. 

Even that didn't last, as thudding of hooves, multiple riders, were chasing after them, interrupting Rugna's leisurely walk through the Agvald Woods at night. Normally no fool dared to venture into them without an escort, even more so, a band of riders wouldn't do that normally. So-

He could hear her harsh, deep rumbly voice mutter something in her alien tongue, his body pressed closer to her flesh, could feel the tension of her muscles preparing for the incoming attack.

To flee the capital initially they had used the services of one of the Barossian merchant caravans that frequently visited the Capital city of Tharya. It went without a trouble yes but now that the word has spread, back at home about the prince's disappearance, it wasn't too surprising to think the merchant that had offered Rugna a ride connected the dots.

Vizyan was unaware of that, but it was worse, rather than King Zaphiel's royal guard, what came after them were mercenaries. Mercenaries aiming to kill the massive orc through any means necessary. The familiar feeling of her body changing poses to draw her two handed axe only caused him to hold his breath, the stampede of rushing horses grew closer only to be interrupted by a loud **THUNK** as the very weight of the blade in itself was enough to connect with first of the few riders that attempted to as Vizyan could only assume, strike her.

What he did not expect to hear, was the sound of a breaking glass, and sudden feeling of heat against his back.

The rider was holding a bottle with a flammable substance inside. Causing some of the mud beneath it to bubble ominously as other mercs shouted orders preparing to circle and slowly close in on Rugna.

Before Vizyan knew it they were retreating into the woods. What was minuts of dangerous chase and Rugna's hunt on his pursuers, to the princeling lasted only seconds as he soon felt blood dripping from underneath his fingernails. His body slumped weakly against her, sagging against the rags that made up most of her clothes as the prince simply blacked out, suffering one of his episodes, his body growing cold, while Rugna was forced to ignore his critical state, in favor of defending herself.

Next time he had woken up he was no longer in the safe, dark confines of Rugna's clothes, but cold grass and the uncomfortable roughness of a scaled armor digging into his back. With muddy ground of some distant clearing scattered in massacred bodies of the dead mercs that had made the mistake of not only crossing Rugna, but even daring to try and use Vizyan as leverage to spare them.

The man had held his unconscious body moments prior, had his head crushed between the great Orcess's palms.

No words were exchanged, Vizyan simply threw himself into her arms as she tossed the body of the mercenary away, not before long, he helped brush her palms off blood, whlist failing to properly clean her claws.

Not that it mattered. 

***

That's how it felt as they entered the Brass Boar, after both of them hastily looked over themselves, hurrying for their next pit stop. 

They had to get to Montera, the port city, and from there, hopefully, find all manner of necessary herbs and goods for Rugna to work on a "cure". He believed her, after experiencing his improvements first hand. He nearly bled out the last time she stopped his episode, feverish and light headed, the promise of curing him just...won him over. He didn't want to perish trapped forever in his quarters, and thanks to her he already got to see more of the world outside of the castle walls, the wilds he had seen with her, small towns and villages scattered around the lush green lands of Kadian Kingdom.

All until now. He held onto her massive hand- No, just one of her palms, with no intention of letting go as they approached the doors to the Brass Boar. The sign depicting the animal, crudely painted with cheapest brass-like colored paint squeaked eerily while showing the sign of its age and chip, it swung uninvitingly as the faint glow of orange light was visible through the dirty stained windows of the inn also didn't inspire confidence. The inn for whatever reason, so far from civilization...was packedl. A bad sign, given what just transpired but they had no other choice, his hand was worryingly cold against her massive palm, there was no option to sleep outside tonight. Especially not so deep in the Agvald forest. Inn's by the main road had it rough as it is. Wandering into the wild was just asking for trouble.

Still, he waited, looking up at Runga before finally forcing himself to let go. Watching as she ducks to enter the tavern, slowly scanning the room. Dressed in thick unwashed pelts, she towers over the fur trappers who occupy this remote roadhouse. A pitch-black braid, draped down her backside all the way down to her rear and hips nearly as wide as the door. He watches as the feathered earrings on her sharp ears swish as she scans the various trappers and even potential poachers spending their night here whlist her nose flares as she takes in the reeking tavern's unwashed occupants. Piercing eyes of pure red, rake over the present men before she judges them no threat to her charge and steps aside to let the small and slender charge enter.

As she does, turning to allow him to step in unhindered, the jangle of the thick and thin gold chains beneath marks her to everyone here as a bonded mercenary/bodyguard - indentured to whatever lord or lady she accompanies. This, along with the massive two-handed axe across her back promises a quick end to anyone who dares commit violence or disrespect to her or her companion. But disrespect is perhaps warranted by her inhuman features, by the limbs the size of logs and massive feet that drag across the floor leaving behind trails of mud and helping to clean off her feet. They all pay attention to something else though, all manner of marauders and thugs sitting here, care not for her weapon or her bulk, their eyes glued to the titanic shelf of breasts pressed under her rank and sweaty cloth. Still as Vizyan follows, her scowls and growls, baring sharp tusks, discourage any of the patrons to even try and glance at him.

It was smart, to pretend at times she was but a shallow brute, few times already many were surprised of how fluent she was at Kadian tongue or how quickly she could turn the conversation around, now it was best to keep that information to themselves. The word of the prince's Protector kidnapping him already must've spread given the attack they suffered moments ago. They needed to play it safe.

Her feet moving across the room make the boards of the roadhouse groan as she shifts her weight from one pillar-like muscled thigh to the other, leaving Vizyan to follow with his eyes down, embarassingly marvelling at the glistening of her massive soles each time she lifted one of her feet to take another step, only to then entertain him with the shine of her toenails, reflecting the faint light and at times even spreading or flexing as if to tease him for his gawking. She points to a table tucked in the corner, and with a basso rumbling tone speaks out, **"You are in my table."** She has never been seen before, but her presence is an implied violence that clears the way even among these hardened men.

"And who the fuck are y-"

Vizyan flinches at the sound of her fist slamming against the table, the very hand massive and larger than man's hand, reassuring the trapper this monster could grab his head and pop it like wet cabbage if she wanted. He leaves the spot without another word, letting the two sit down for a moment of respite.

**"I'll get us food, stay here my liege."**  Her bassy voice rumbles again, as Vizyan stays put, waiting for his protector's return.

***

I'm gonna keep the OOC side of things nice and quick.

* I'd like to write with someone interested in **Long-term** and **Multi-paragraph** approach to responses. So if you don't feel like that's your forte, I'm gonna have to say no. :(

* Before jumping to the RP I'd like to talk things through for few details regarding the world and characters. Their relationship, how long they knew one another, and even the mental state of each.

* For kinks and limits. I'd say the less limits you have the better, even if some extreme stuff won't make an appearance.  I'm into a fair bit of stuff including rather nasty things, but I don't need them in RP. Only things that are a must are obviously the stuff already presented in the example, burly, massive motherly protector ;y Everything else is up to discussion.

Rough list of the kinks is here, those more extreme or just not up your alley aren't necessary so feel free to say if you'd like to have nothing to do with x or y. Same applies to me. As I have limits of my own even if it's only few things.

> Kinks: Amazonian women, either them being dominated or them dominating their partner; breeding; anal, and feet, face sitting, switch relationships, romance, cuddling, flaccid play, inverted nipples, playful wrestling, sweat, pubic hair (armpit/crotch), monstrous characters, musk, giantess, frotting, facesitting, grinding, hotdogging, piercings, tattoos, bodypaint, worship, mutual service (blowjobs/handjobs etc.) scars, addictive cum (not hypnotizing kind, just more of a satisfying type usually just for futa characters.) , foreskin play, small dom big sub/big dom small sub, futanari, MILF's, very curvy/well-endowed characters, non-con/abuse of third party character's/npcs, Herbos (Himbo but for futa/female character.), mommy/big sis personality, gentle giant, doting character paired up with someone sickly, ugly duckling trope, chubby but strong/big women/futas, hyperspermic futas, fat grotesque futa cocks, big testicles, huge breasts, thick thighs, Venus body, dark skinned/tanned characters, Foodplay (Kinda related to chubby characters and more extreme fetishes) -> (More extreme kinks from vore and toilet play are fine too but have to be discussed, and also aren't a must/needed to those against them. I'm into some of them and I'm indifferent to others.)

* If you want to message me. I would appreciate some sample of your writing. Or even introduction of the character you'd like to play as Julee is a great character from an RP that died long long time ago. But if you feel like her character works feel free to roll with it as well. But still some sample of your writing would be appreciated. I'm happy to share a google doc link with plenty of my own in private if you reach out. Or feel free to take a look at my other prompts...even if first few pages will be dominated by one I'm constantly/desperately posting to find someone for ;y.

The basic premises is that our 3 characters are all neighbors who've grown up together since they were little. Recently MC and one of YC's have decided they want to be more than just friends and started dating, despite being too young to know what that even really means. Having access to the internet, they do a bit of googling to find out what people do as BF & GF. Ignoring all the warnings and "you must be 18+ yrs or older to view" they come across, they find something that apparently a lot of adults do when they're in a relationship. Naïve and innocent they give it a try, only to find a new "game" that they absolutely obsess over! And in some of the videos they watched there was more than one girl, so they invite their best friend to join them. A few months later and the 3 of them have become little sex addicts, taking any chance they get to sneak in a quicky here and there. During sleepovers, in their treehouse club house, the backyard woods by the creek, even the locker rooms at school. Any place they can get a little privacy they'll use it to play their "game". The RP would follow a slice-of-life style RP of the three of them as they go about their days, having sex, but also still being school kids. Having to worry about their grades, trying to make the sports or cheer teams, and just being kids.

What I'm looking for:

• Someone willing to play the two girls for this idea, while I play the male.
• Our characters would be around 10-14yrs old, preferably all in the same grade to all for at school shenanigans. 
• The tone I'm looking for is more or less "sex-happy". Sex is common between the 3 of them, it's a fun "game" they play and they treat it as such. They're not trying to seduce each other, they just wanna have fun and feel good together. Less "I wanna choke on your fat dick tonight~" and more "Can I suck your cock while we wait for the bus? Pretty please~?", if that makes sense?
• While they're innocent to what it is they're actually doing, they're no longer naïve about the act itself. They've been having sex nearly every other day for a few months now. The girls know how to suck and ride dick, MC knows how to eat out their pussies and where their G-spots are.
• Experimenting with new kinks. They have the internet and google, they can look up all kinds of new ways to play their favorite "game". From exploring anal, bondage, BDSM, even foodplay, the possibilities are endless.
• While MC and one of the girls starting to "date" was what started all of this, the romance more or less has fallen away in light of how much fun they're having fucking each other like rabbits. But if you want, I'm not opposed to bring the romance angle back in a polyamory angle where all three of them decided to date each other.
• I have a massive collection of girls that could roughly fit the right age range I'm looking here if you wanna look through them and pick out some faves you would like to play as: https://imgchest.com/p/na7k5qbk78d

Possible kinks: (Not mandatory, but could be fun to include)

• Experimenting with new kinks: As mentioned above, they can look up all sorts of new ways to have sex online, there's bound to be some that catches their eye.
• Excessive cum and cumplay: I love playing characters that cum by the bucket. The more lewd and perverse things we can do with all that cum, the better. (Seriously, I have very few limits with cumplay, you set the limit and I'll tone it down to match)
• Messy: Paired with excessive cum, if they're not coated in a layer of their mixed juices and a puddle has formed below them by then end, we did something wrong.
• Multiple rounds: They've been fucking for months now, they've built up some stamina that lets them go 2 or 3 rounds each at least!
• Creampie fucking: Paired with excessive cum, messy, and multiple rounds. MC blows a load inside one of the girls, cum floods her pussy and spills out and leaks down her legs. But then he starts up again! Cum gushing out around his cock with every thrust as he tries to stuff her with even more!
• Outdoor sex: In the woods in their back yards, the beach, the park, in the creek, etc.
• Casual nudity/sex: They've been fucking for months, they've seen each other naked more than clothed in that time as well. Why wouldn't they spend their sleepover in the nude and just idly having sex to pass the time?
• Lewd commentary and teasing: If MC and one of the girls are going at it while the other girl watches, have her make some lewd remarks and comments about how they're fucking!
• Just out of sight: Blowjobs in the backseat of the empty bus, quickies under the bleachers during game night, behind some bushes and tries at the local park, etc.
• Oral clean up: A guilty pleasure of mine. After fucking, the girls use their tongues and mouths to clean up MC's cock and maybe even each other's pussies.

Looking for:

• Female characters, I've got an image chest with PLENTY of girls I like if you want to look them over, maybe pick one out to make an RP around(some pictures include examples of my first 2 extreme kinks, fair warning): https://imgchest.com/p/6eyrwnmk7pz (some girls are canon characters, but i'm not interested in canon RPs with them, just their likeness)
• No specific settings in mind but I do prefer; Modern, fantasy, and tribal.
• Able to post at least 1 paragraph per post.
• Preferable consensual plots, no nocon, Dub-con is a hard maybe atm.

Kinks I enjoy: (these are negotiable but would be enjoyed if they fit the RP idea)

• Casual nudity/sex is probably my biggest personal guilty pleasure.
• Cumplay.
• Hotdogging/assplay in general.
• Rough sex(spanking, hair pulling, man handling, etc.)

More extreme Kinks: (these are totally optional and will only be discussed if you opt in for them)

• Age differences, ideally me playing an older man/futa to a much younger female. (ideally an age gap of roughly 10-30 years)
• Bestiality
• Breeding/impregnation
• Insects(think the MMD style bugs from iwara)
• incest
• Extreme cum/cumplay
• Hard BDSM(whips, slapping, hard bondage, etc)

Possible “wrong targets”

So who would I want to pair Miko up with?

In the show, there is her boss, Phil, who is a much older man, a bit fat, and easily slides into the role of an ugly bastard. He works for a shadowy tech company that canonically has no HR department and access to mind control technology.

There is also Mitch Williams, her day 1 rival, but weirdly she has more chemistry with Mitch than with the actual love interest the show tries to pair her with. So could include some cuckoldry, as Mitch takes her away from her actual boyfriend.

I will not play Fives... he's the canonical love interest, and he's boring as fuck, and the worst part of the show.

I could also play an OC, but I prefer cannon x cannon.

He is sent to this school, it could be a mixed gender school, all male, or all female, or futa. Whatever it is, he's now stuck there in a new country, for a year at least. 

As the new arrival from another country, he is rather popular even before he gets there, as the news easily spreads about him. 

Now, this school, in particular, where it is placed, the students and staff have a high libido. Which means they have a high sex drive. Since he's not from another there, he doesn't know this. 

But students and teachers, as rule, can't engage in sexual activity on school grounds, but it doesn't apply to him since he's an enhanced student. So this little loop hole makes him a little target, especially for those who are more degenerate. 

My character would have to try and survive and perhaps thrive in this environment, as he makes new friends, relationships, perhaps even enemies along the way. One thing can be said, this school would never be boring. 

Could be a single mom decides to turn to her some for comfort. A sibling moves in with another after being kicked out or parents dying. A dad decides to teach his  femboy son how it's done. These and many more on the table 

I do have a preference for it to be Futa x Female, preferably with my partner playing the Futa whilst I play the female. But I'm also open to Female x Female, though that is significantly lower on my list.

Kinks wise I'm pretty open.

Limits: Watersports, Scat, Diapers, Gore, Vore, Snuff, Torture, Humiliation, Abuse, Disfigurement, Macro/Micro, Shota/Loli, Incest and Death.

I've included a list of Fandoms I'm interested in Roleplaying so please feel free to hit me up, Original Characters are of course welcome and I am primarily looking for Smut with Plot/Plot with Smut.

                           Fandoms

Rwby

Genshin Impact

Bleach

Naruto

Fate

Highschool DxD

Yugioh GX

Yugioh 5Ds

Honkai Star Rail

Zenless Zone Zero

Demon Slayer

Black Clover

Fairy Tail

One Piece

Arcane

My Hero Academia

Goblin Slayer

Black Lagoon

Bayonetta

BlazBlue

Persona 3

Persona 5

Legend of Zelda

Metroid

Harry Potter

Inheritance Cycle/Eragon

Percy Jackson

Animorphs

Fandoms/Popular Fictive Universes:

The Owl House

Riordanverse/Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus

Harry Potter/Wizarding World

Minecraft (In Game Worldbuilding-Lore/Popular SMPs/Modpacks/Highly sexualised/Sexually Enhancing Worldbuilding Tropes I.E Female in All-Male World...)

Undertale/Deltarune (In Game Worldbuilding-Lore/AUs-Fangames/Sexually Enhancing Worldbuilding Tropes)

ATLA-LTOK/Avatar Legends

Mask of the Rose/Fallen London/Sunless Series

Simon Stalenhag/The Electric State [NOT THE SOULLESS ASS MOVIE THAT CAME OUT THOUGH]/Tales from The Loop

Starbound (In Game Worldbuilding-Lore/Mods)

And probably a lot more that I'm not remembering right now. So yeah! Hope anything catches your eye, and feel free to just ring me up

Con: Pirate captain and princess form an unexpected bond and fall for each other

Dub-con: Pirate captain seduces princess into either a relationship with him or as the ship crews plaything. She’s reluctant at first but loves the attention and she becomes more into the idea

Non-con: Pirate captain takes a fancy to the princess and decides to take her for himself. Making her his 

Non-con: Pirate captain decides the ships crew need a distraction and gives her up to the crew as their plaything 

The super fan~

Typist Info: In terms of partners, I'm looking for female/futa partners. Not into males or my character being made to fuck male characters by others. I also have a set of writing samples if desired. I do not give out ASL info.

I only play human intersex femboys (boys who have both a vulva and penis and/or small breasts) with their physical femininity. If you want a good idea of what I'm into? I enjoy futa a lot but feminization is also my top favorite kink!

I have social anxiety and diagnosed anxiety. Apologies if I take a while to respond or reply, it may be that I'm spacing out. I also have ADHD to a fair degree so a lack or long time to reply may also mean my ADHD is flaring up.

Gravity Falls

Komi Can't Communicate

The Owl House

Sailor Moon

Maybe:

Dragon Ball/Dragon Ball Z

Sonic the Hedgehog

Star Vs The Forces of Evil