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The Military Love: A soldier once was reluctantly dragged to a brothel, and was set up to pop their cherry with a hooker, though through a crack in the veneer, They are able to connect, fall in love, get married. However, Her past is far from done with her. When they move back thanks her husband being restationed, her old pimp comes hunting. With help from a guy in the husband's unit. Will she be pulled back into a repeat of her past or break free? (Can make scifi, fantasy, and for halloween a dark fantasy ver.) Military:

BFFF: A tale of two childhood friends, one not that strong and kind of wimpy, but is one of those people who can calm and act as a pretty good anchor emotionally speaking. The other is more physically capable(Sportsy type, Tom Boy, Delinquent or Disciplinary Head), and they are even new lovers. However, a Bully and blackmailer has harassing the former, with the latter getting in the way. Though he has plans that may come to fruition, or rot on the vine is up to the anchor. Special Notes: Nueral Shock Disorder- A (hopefully) made up nuerological disorder where a prolonged exposure to major touch stimuli or a sudden intense spike of said stimuli can overload her brain, putting her in a state similar to a stupor and hypnosis, where its rather easy to insert traits into her subconcious to bleed out and alter who she is. Preferred to play as characters: Non-Preferred characters:

Cleaning Up an Act: A bit of a change from the usual mind breaking/corruption of a school girl story. There are two girls, outcasts. One having luck that loved to put her in sexually embarrassing situations, another who rejected Populars, and end up together. Alas, the (un)lucky girl wanted to try and protect her lover and herself, and figured getting into the in-crowd would do it. While she got in, she was isolated from her friend and to try and keep it, goes into a downward spiral, ending up a drug-addled, nymphomaniac prostitute on the street. The two soon meet up with one who rejected the social ladder saving her from being beat on from some asses looking for kicks. She saved her old flame from them, and there is love still there. Still, can she save our now thoroughly ran through muck lover from herself, or is the lewd girl doomed to sink uncontrollably into depravity, and lose the last shreds of who she once was? The lewd luck girl(Preferred Role): Outcast/Cop:

Special Needs Girls: Sexual Genetic Disorders are a recently discovered phenomena and to many, something that has leapt straight out of a porno. Conditions that require sex with a certain kink involved to viably treat any of the potentially lethal symptoms of the disease. This tale follows group of girls as- -Hospital: they undergo treatment. Learning more about their disorder, hoping to get to a cure or at least a point that they can go into the outside world with the disorder in a normal condition. In the meantime, the girls have found themselves in intimate relations with doctors and nurses that go beyond accepted Doctor-Patient Relationships. Though, there are those who tried to take advantage of the condition of the patients and were tossed out, now looking for revenge... -School: As one of the first time expirements to see if the victims can engage in the outside world on a functional basis. At a rather prestigious and large private academy. The girls were nearly sent back to the hospital when the teachers assigned to help them with their conditions were found to be abusing their power, but the girls were ultimately able to stay, under the care of their boyfriends. However, those teachers aren't done yet... Characters:

Craving the below like crazy. Anyone playing this with me would be greatly appreciated. Preference can be found on the link in my page! Bad Girl Gone Good...Gone Bad again? The school girl certainly didn't start out as the model student, possibly even student council president, at their first meeting. She was gyaru delinquent, Playing hooky in Arcades, Malls, streets and party houses, dabbling in party drugs, booze, cigs and weed, though avoiding addiction and some small, light sexual favors. Then the school sent someone after her, again. This guy, be it her official homeroom teacher or a trustworthy honor student, tracked her down. The first meeting went about as well as to be e4xpected, but they kept trying, and empathetic when she started to crack about her past. They got the girl to clean themselves up and pretty much reinvented at school, thanks to a hard work ethic and brilliant mind when motivated. And nothing motivates like love. Though, will the relationship hold against ghosts of the girl's past?

I'm willing to modify and discuss any changes. But I'd like to play around with the idea of some sort of beautiful, voluptuous, arrogant and haughty woman (maybe an elf) who finds her self in the uneviable position of needing a goblin to stay quiet regarding a few of her secrets. Ofcourse, a dirty, mean-spirited goblin will have all sorts of imaginative, degrading and humiliating favours to ask. Location, detials of the setting and exact nature of the blackmail are up for discussion. Look forward to hearing from you.

There are no puppies. I lied. These are long. Like.... seriously... I kind of got in the zone and went off a bit. If any of these interest you, they don't have to be EXACTLY as written, ya know? If you like the concept but want to change details, I'm for it. Also wrote a lot of these for a site that was like NO UNDERAGE CHARACTERS!!!1. I prefer teen sisters... most the time. Siblings can be annoying. Very annoying. You've dealt with them your entire life. Traditionally, this is why it's so hard to imagine having a sexual relationship with your sibling. Ew. Gross. Them!? You just see them as this annoying person you've had to put up with. Even if you get along, you either feel you have to protect them, or you look up to them. The thought of crossing that line just feels wrong, like you're betraying some unwritten law. What if the unwritten law is the opposite. Siblings were meant to be life partners. Or at least... always the back-up. We've all had bad relationships. Bad break-ups. You can't break up from blood. What if they were meant to always be there, no matter what. Even amidst relationships, no one really knows you like your sibling and it'd be accepted that if your partner has a brother/sister, you'd be expected to share. Perhaps they're meant for... training... mating. Or simply an outlet for your sexual desires. To be taken, and molded how you see fit. However you imagine it, there's nothing as immaculate as breaking the forbidden barrier with your own blood and indulging those dark and dirty thoughts we've all had but are too afraid to act upon. A few prompts for your consideration. I am open to suggestions or modifying the prompts in ways that may appeal to you as well as I. The Price of Notoriety: You and your brother share a place to save money on bills. Split the rent, divvy up the utilities. You got rules about having people over... basically... it's a quiet, safe space. Take any funny business elsewhere. And starting out, you both had your own jobs. Nothing special or fancy, but it paid the bills. It began as a hobby. Just something to kill time, and admit you enjoyed the attention. From random vlogs with very light modelling thrown in... IE just showing off some things you bought. You notice more people seem to be watching your vids than your bro, friends and co-workers. Your videos are growing so much, you're able to monetize... and even make decent money. Enough to pay rent, at least. You ask your brother for suggestions on how to grow bigger. Jokingly, he tells you to whore yourself out or something. You say "Why not?" At least model more clothes, and maybe do a swimsuit/bikini special. It overwhelms you... and end up asking your brother for help. Mostly as a photographer and editor. It feels a little strange at first... his eyes always on you while you're posing in fairly revealing bikini's... but he jokes to make you more comfortable. Soon... it seems like he's directing. The poses and bikini's become more sexual. Making alluring faces at him as he puts the camera in rather unenviable positions. It's embarrassing but also a little... arousing. You're not posing for your brother... you're posing for your followers... he just happens to be taking the pictures and telling you how to pose... bossing you around... It came out of the blue during a shoot one day... same as always... sexy posing... low angle shots... he kept getting closer and closer. And you let him. Kept telling you to do things. And you did them. He's not even holding a camera anymore, just coming for you. Your lips briefly protested, yet your body eagerly welcomed him inside of you. No words spoken. Just heavy breathing and moaning... the sounds of passion as he took you. It was something you both needed. Just to get out of your system. Then never speak of again. But it continued to happen. And not just between the two of you... bringing the camera with him... snapping shots as he takes you. You tell him not to post those. He says no one will know. He'll crop out/blur his face if it's in any shot. Views and cashflow skyrocket. Before you know it... you're cosplaying different characters for your brother to fuck. The videos go up. They make loads of revenue for the both of you. No one knows it's your brother in the vids. All is good. Until.... someone slips... During a livestream, you're chatting and modeling. He's teasing you off camera. You reveal it's the guy you've been with in the vids...but don't say who. But he keeps teasing and it comes out, "My brother can be such a dick!" ....interest and views peak. Donations flowing in. The people want to see it. No hiding. You and your brother having sex live on stream. It's a huge success.... and continues to be for a long time... setting you both up for the foreseeable future. But at what cost? How do you deal with this now? Live with it? Do you form a relationship? Or just have sex? And how will everyone you know react? Your parents...? Your brother jokes, "Heh... maybe Dad will want to join in, too!" The Debt: It's no secret that your brother is a drug dealer. The most well-known one on campus... maybe even in town. Now in college, you wished to spread your own wings and create your own identity. Yet somehow... everyone knows. Is it... the name? Word of mouth? You've never had any issue with your brother or what he does. You never asked or got involved and he never tried to push anything onto you and you two got along fine. Now it's becoming incredibly annoying. Anytime you go out or to a party... people keep coming up and asking if you have anything or what your brother has... how to get ahold of him... You keep having to explain you don't know... don't get involved in that... over and over and over. Nearly wished you never knew him... until one night... The kegs and booze that were ordered fell through. The party was dry. It was too late to make a run and everybody was ready to go. As they all wondered what to do now... with great regret, you sigh... "Let me make a call..." Your brother was shocked to hear you calling for that, but he was happy to help. He told you to come over where he supplied you with a felony level amount... gave you a quick lesson on how to deal and not get caught... a list of people and numbers you needed to deliver to... the prices for the various amounts... all the slang names for it all... even had a good amount of 'samples' to hand out to help gain new customers... he said he'd split all the profit with you and even gave you a baggie to keep you going all night if you wanted it. You'd never done anything like that before... drink sometimes... smoke weed on occasion. He said if you don't want it, then sell it. You didn't think you'd want some, but as you went back to the party... the people... constantly in your face... yelling for you... asking for stuff... keeping track... who knew it was so stressful to deal drugs!? Finally, getting a place alone to catch your breath in the bathroom, you open the baggy and figure a little won't hurt. Get through tonight, and call it. Be done. With all of it.... It was all a blur.... next clear memory... waking up... not... hungover... or sick... just... confused? Where? What? So many messages on your phone... missed calls... mostly from your brother... shit, morning already? Not quite... Not just one day, the whole weekend. You did your stash... all the samples and most the ones that were already paid for... he's gonna be mad... but he's your brother... he'll be cool about it, right? And the way you feel... hopefully give you... a little more....? He's not mad... just disappointed. Great. He's not as upset about the dope or the money so much as the damage you've done to his reputation. Made him look like a two bit dirt slinger... lost customers... and the worst was when you asked him for another fix. And he said Yes. On one condition. Until he's paid back in full (with interest, of course) you will do whatever he tells you to do. And he'll even keep you high in the process. Good deal, huh? At least he let you get high before he raped you... mostly a blur... with some moments of clarity... watering eyes and gagging as something pumped in your throat... a surging wave of pleasure coursing through your body as a warm gush filled your loins... an uncomfortable burning... pressure and stretching behind you... horrible things cursed and said to you as your filthy rear hole gets pounded. This is your life now. Moments of horrible clarity between blurred days of euphoria. Will your brother just make you his personal fuck toy? Maybe pimp you out to the people who didn't get their orders? Maybe take a cue from another prompt, and whore you online? Anything his drugged up, sick mind can think of... From Loathe to Lust: For as long as you remember, you and your brother have always hated each other. And I don't mean your typical sibling rivalry. Just the thought of him either gets your blood boiling or makes you sick to your stomach. So you would think by the time you both grew up and moved out... you'd never want to see each other again... yet the two of you see each other on a near daily basis... Not because you want to, of course... but through a horrible fate or insane coincidence.... perhaps insidious plotting? You ended up dating his best friend... and he ended up dating your best friend. Guess who his room mate is? Your boyfriend. And guess who your room mate is? His girlfriend. You can't make this shit up... (Well... I guess... actually...) Double-dates are avoided as often as possible, but him ending up at your place or yours at his... is a regular occurrence.. the heated stares and talking behind the back intensifies. One uneventful night, you were sprawled out in your bed... or maybe your boyfriend's? Don't recall... one of *those* nights... but you suddenly hear him crawl into bed and for some reason he's quite eager... you're shockingly... yet gladly... woken up by hard, warm girth filling your womanhood completely. A started yelp turns into a satisfied moan as your hands grip the sheets tightly. From primal instinct, your body opens, raises and presents itself... welcoming him inside of you as his sudden exceptional manhood deeply massages your aching loins in the most perfect way... he's scratching every itch you have and all you can do is bury your face in your pillow as he juices your peach with every thrust. What has suddenly gotten into him? He's good, but he's never been *this* good... it's like he can read your body, changing his pace and intensity as you crave it... pinning you down, pulling your hair and gripping the back of your neck so tightly... he's never so rough and dominating... when you peak, you orgasm so intensely that you feel may have suddenly gotten Parkinson's disease, epilepsy and a mental illness all at the same time in addition actually hoping that got you pregnant, feeling the explosive burst or warmth deep inside you... not because you want a child, but after that... he fucking deserves it... "Holy shit..." You're finally able to utter after catching your breath and ceasing to convulse, "It's not my pussy anymore... it's all yours now, baby..." Charming words of praise. "Good to know, sis..." The voice returns. Your heart sinks. Blood runs cold. Throat tightens. Do you vomit? Scream? Kill kill kill!? "What the f--- how... why!? YOU...!!" Words are hard. Turns out, your brother also had a long night... meant to go back to your room mate's room... he went into the wrong room. Saw your ass sticking out of the blankets... thought he'd be giving his girlfriend a pleasant wake up. Noticing she felt better than usual... more inviting and comforting... that he fit perfectly inside her suddenly... proceeded to fuck her brains out. Only her being you... his sister... not realizing until you dedicated your pussy to him in your post-nut haze. Angry exchange is had. Denials and accusations. Room mate/gf wakes up and peeks in... luckily you two were no longer in an awkward position... you both seem to quickly settle on the story he just walked into the wrong room and they started arguing cuz it's what they do. She buys it, and that's it... for that night... The next time you're alone with your brother... it's time to have it out. How the hell could he have done that and not know!? Again however, rational discussions are impossible with him. More accusations and more denials. Seeing red, you threaten to bring him up on rape charges. As always... things escalate and escalate, only this time... "Rape...?" He returns, "That wasn't rape... this, however...!!" His hand is on your throat, forcing you back and down. Cool air on your lowers signaling that you're suddenly exposed. Holding onto his forearm, he tosses one of your legs up over his shoulder and begins to dig into you so thoroughly he may scoop your ovaries out with his meaty cock head.... again leaving you like Michael J Fox with down syndrome. This is it now... every chance you two get... whenever you're alone... all that anger pent up over the years bursts into the most intense angry hate fucking either of you could ever imagine. How will it end? Will your partners/room mates bust you? Will it blossom into an intense passion, or progress to more and more sadistic/depraved rape? A Cult of Multiple Personality: I take care of my sister. Nothing weird, she's an adult but she has a certain condition. She's completely functional, you just never know when she's about to become someone else for awhile... such is the case of multiple personality syndrome. But the worst part is... nothing to do with her... but... I may be in a relationship... with a couple of her personalities... Does that make me a terrib-- Yeah, ok... YEAH! IT DOES! I'm a piece of shit, okay!? But it's not like it's something I planned... it just kind of happened... And let me preface this by saying I never had a thing for my sister before. She is and always has just been my little sis. Nothing more, nothing less. Not in the onii-chan, I'm stuck sort of way, either. Never saw her that way. I'm her big brother, and I've always taken care of her. End of story. But it's not... It started one day when her personalities began to reveal themselves. Didn't know she had a disorder until then... We were having our usual Tuesday taco hang out and binge TV shows night and she ended up falling asleep as she typically does. When she woke up about an hour later... she seemed really dazed and confused... didn't know where she was or what was going on. "Hitting the wine coolers a little too hard tonight?" I teased, "It's taco Tuesday movie night, as usual!" I explained. She nodded... looked around as if she was taking it all in for the first time... then she asked me what my name was... I told her, then she asked... "A-are... we lovers...?" Now this is not a shocking, hol'up, record scratch type of moment you may think it is. If you know me and my sister and how we like to mess with each other. We'll play the game of taking things too far until they become uncomfortable before one of us finally gives in. "Oh yeah... super-passionate, too... we do it all the time! Several times per day!" I joke in return. She turned a little red and got quiet... I only thought it was strange because she had no comeback for that immediately. Instead, she moved closer for a snuggle... STILL NOT WEIRD, sibling snuggles are perfectly normal! I zoned out on the show for awhile until she suddenly moved, and straddled me. "Uh... what are yo--" Was all I got out before she held my face and leaned in for a kiss. I clammed up at first... not sure how to react... either she's really committed to this bit or... lips so soft and inviting... I returned to see if she would break. Not at all! Hello tongue in my mouth and grinding herself against my crotch. By the time she pulled away... strands of hair falling over one eye, the other gazing at me with a hint of longing as she bit her lip and placed her hands on my chest. I was not looking at my little sister anymore. This was someone else... "Several times a day... right...?" Her breath quivered, "Lets not lose that passion..." My hands were on her hips. My cock was hard. She was already working on undoing my pants as I helped slide off her panties and she took me inside of her. My heart raced like a speed addict. I'd heard that saying about making love being different than sex... and that may be the first time I ever made love... kissing deeply the whole time until we came together... gazing into each other's eyes. After a quick clean-up, we fell asleep together snuggled up on the couch. The next day when she woke up... "Oh man..." She pushed off me and stretch-yawned, "Slept through taco night again!" Tone and attitude were different... this was my sister again. "What's with you? Need to go rub out your morning wood or something!?" She laughed, "Just... get it away from me, dude!" She winced and waved me away. "You don't remember...?" "What? Boring ass show?" She rubbed her eyes, "Or damn wine coolers... sorry, man... you know I'm a lightweight..." And that was it... she remembered nothing of it. And that's usually how it goes. After she switches over... the other personality will take over until she falls asleep... then wakes up as my little sister again. But the thing is... that's not the only personality.... That one was my lover. She's soft, tender and... well, loving. Passionate sex and cuddles. If you think that's bad... there's another that puts that one to shame... I call her the freak. You can usually tell it's her from the sudden change into revealing outfits, bikini's/swimsuits, underwear/lingerie. She's super chill, yet outgoing... if that makes sense... and she loves to fuck. Anywhere, anytime. Don't even have to ask. Even loves anal. The weirder, the more she likes it... if only my sister knew the things I've done to her... well, her body at least... There's another I call 'The Victim'... but... lets not go into detail about her or what I do to her. Listen, I'm not proud of it! But when life gives you lemons... make lemonade... when life gives you sister with multiple personalities DTF... then fuck them whether they consent or not... That's all I'm gonna say about that... And they're all the same... afterwards, they usually fall asleep then my sister will wake up later. I've gotten good at making sure they're all 'cleaned up' before she returns... so she doesn't suspect... although sometimes I wonder... what if I'm not the fucked up one here, but she is? Like she's had some big brother fetish this whole time and this is just an act she came up with to satisfy her secret desires? And... I do love my sister... not like that, but you know... the RIGHT thing to do would to tell her, but... have I gone too far? Would she forgive me? Or maybe something would develop between my sister and I? Who knows? Fallen From Grace: Was anyone else ever blessed/cursed with having the hot older sister while growing up? Like you thought you were cool cuz so many of your friends wanted to come over to hang out, but in reality they only wanted to catch a peek at your sister. If I had a nickel for everytime I heard someone say "Oh man your sister is so hot!!!11" Bah, fucking kill me. Not only attractive... but popular, athletic, top of the class in grades. So literally everything going for her. Me on the other hand... discovered that weed, classic rock and video games make a great combination! Needless to say who the parents were proud of and who just kind of existed along through nowhere job after nowhere job currently into adulthood. So you'd imagine my surprise one night, when I'm about ready to get high and hear a knock on the door... which is always a surprise and send me scrambling to hide any visible substances or paraphernalia... fearing a 3-12 month vacation with my new room mate Skeeter... but as most the time is usually door dash... but in this instance... Holy fucking shit. Haven't seen her in years... big sis. Pride of the family. Off to prestigious university then travel abroad and blah blah blah. But apparently, problems with addiction run in the family. Turns out college started off pretty great, then she started to get into the party scene... as one does in college. (Or so I've heard...). Picked up drinking... smoking some weed from time to time... then just like her younger bro, moved onto harder substances. Whereas USUALLY I'm able to contain such things to occasional use and special events... she went full blown addict. First her grades began to drop... then her attendance. Stopped showing up for classes. Sleeping, or not sleeping late... and eventually got kicked out. Too ashamed to call Mom and Dad, lest they find out the golden child had fallen... she attempted and failed to hold job after job. Eventually ended up bouncing from shitty boyfriend to shitty boyfriend until she got tired of the abuse and wound up at my place, pleading for a place to stay until she could clean herself up and get back on her feet. Somehow... if there is a higher power... it's an asshole... as she's still smoking hot after all of that... I didn't particularly want my sister living with me... knowing it'd just bring trouble... plus I had a pretty cramped place as it was for just one person... two would much worse. She promised she wouldn't cause any trouble and no one would come looking for her. In fact, no one would even know she was here. Aaaand as she was making all these empty promises... she lit up as she noticed the goodies I had been waiting all week to ingest and enjoy some quality alone time with. She practically BEGGED me for just one hit. That's all. Just one and done. Sure, yeah. I told her to grab some water from the fridge and I'd load her up something special. Awkward hug with a "You're the best!" empty sentiment while I added a little special ingredient to hers. She didn't even question it, immediately took a hit as I took from a separate one. "So here's the deal..." I started, "As long as you're going to be staying here... I have full rights to your body... to fuck you. Whenever I want to. However I want to. And you cannot refuse or resist me." I took a hit of my own, blew it at her, "...or I mean you can... I'd prefer it if you did... it's more fun for me that way..." Her eyes were wide... from the drugs and my ultimatum. "What the fuck is wrong wi--" She appeared as if she were to stand up and storm out, but her limbs failed her. She started sinking back into the couch, failing at trying to pull herself up, "What did... did you do...!?" "Special ingredient!" I grin, "Juuuuuuust a bit of GHB to your crank... it won't knock you out... you'll be totally awake and aware... just... unable to you know... struggle and stuff..." I helped lean her back, then rolled her over the arm of the couch. "You're sick! You can't do this! I'll tell..." She began. "Who? Mom and Dad?" I returned, "That you became a junkie and got kicked out of college? They still send you money each month? Spent it on shit, I assume?" Slowly pulling her pants down, "Look... say anything... I'll inform our parents... the university council... hell, I bet some of your old boyfriends are looking for you and would love to know where you are..." "Don't! Please!" "And the cops? Look..." I admire her ass... still plump and round as ever, "You're not the golden child anymore... you're a drifter... I have a steady job... a home, a car... I pay my bills..." I peel the thong off and get on my knees behind her, unbuttoning my pants, "They're not my drugs, officer... she must have brought them into my house! She's my sister, I trusted her! My job drug tests, I couldn't even if I wanted to....!" I'm sure it's been heavily used by now, but the closure and satisfaction of sinking inside of the most sought after pussy in my life... belonging to my sister... was incredible. She whimpered as I fucked her. Not from pain, likely, but from even her own brother betraying her like this. After I came inside of her, I could have died right there. What could get better than this? "Don't..." She protest too late, "Can't afford... BC anymore... I might get..." "Your problem, not mine..." I told, pulling out. "Blame it on one of your supplier boyfriends." As I pondered if she'd recover... get better and I'd lose this wonderful free ass... or maybe something would blossom between us? Or perhaps I would just enjoy getting her pregnant and watching her have my bastard child just for fun...

Plot is rather simple. YC is a young man, probably high school student finding that his best friend's mother is pretty hot. He will find a way through blackmail or something to fuck her limitlessly.

I want a blackmail role play with a limitless partner so I won't be asking for limits as there will be none, your character (any gender) will be the person being blackmailed while mine (male or futa) will be having your character do stuff, it'll be basically all sex and rape, some story can be added if needed or is interesting

**Partner Acquired: 1/1** Preface - It's through adversity that we grow stronger as people. It's only when we are at our lowest and darkest that our redemption can truly have meant something. To appreciate happiness, we must experience sadness and suffering. What I want to do is take a character through a journey of corruption, to hit rock bottom. But through her own strength and the support of others, to pick herself up and emerge on the other side as a stronger person and someone who can better appreciate the happiness she's scrapped and clawed to obtain. What can I say? I enjoy dark stories and themes just as much as the heart-warming and romantic stories. But with this story I would like to do a bit more than just indulge in those dark desires. I want to give some meaning to them, by having a character that gets broken down and turned into a baser, more carnal version of herself. But ultimately finding the strength--through herself, friends and perhaps a romantic partner--to find her way back to herself and become a stronger person and a better superhero. What I'm hoping is that there's someone out there that wants to craft this story with me. Premise - MC is one of the strongest heroes on the Starlight Table. She's beaten down every monster sent her way, foiled every plot she's ever been embroiled in and imprisoned every villain that's crossed her path. The Black Legion is growing desperate as their numbers dwindle. Suddenly a newcomer suggests a plan so dastardly, so cunning, and so filthy that even the worst of the villains cringe to consider it: To attack her sexually and break her mentally. At best, perhaps they can use sex as a weapon to turn her to their side. At worst, they can leave her a shell of her former self and deliver a crushing blow to the Starlight Table. This is a tale about a superheroine who falls down the path of corruption and gives in to her carnal desires, betrays her closest friends and most steadfast fans, faces adversity of the filthiest and most disgusting kind to arise as a stronger hero and a brighter beacon than what came before. What I'm Looking for in a Partner: --Someone willing to play opposite of my character and play the various sexual partners, such as the supervillains and all the monsters and beasts they throw at her in order to break her down mentally. I would also love for you to play as your own superhero as either MC's love interest or even just a friend or fellow hero, but that's up to you. And I don't even mind playing several characters myself. I just don't want to be interacting with myself on all the smut and action scenes. It's not very interesting, haha. --Someone that wants to sit down and brainstorm ideas and write a plot and be a part of the story, not just indulge solely in the sexual aspects, though there will be plenty of that. --I'm not exactly looking for the first person to show interest in this--though if there's only one person showing interest then we'll have to see--so I would like to have a conversation about the Roleplay to discuss ideas and such and see if we're a good fit before accepting you as my partner on this. --Someone that can be patient and understanding. I'm doing this for fun and not looking to turn it into a job. Some days I'll feel like posting and some days I won't. I also want you to know that this is a two-way street and of course you can expect the same from me. I don't want you to force yourself. --Someone that is okay with writing roughly two paragraphs per post. I don't want any one-liners, but neither would I like a massive wall of text. There's only so much that can happen without us interacting and a massive post can be very overwhelming while leaving little opportunity to react to the scene unfolding. And obviously I would like my partner to be semi-literate and able to write clearly. Doesn't have to be perfect spelling and grammar, but if I have to keep asking about what's happening in a scene because I don't understand what you wrote then it's really going to drag the Roleplay down. --Someone that understands that this isn't a power-trip. I don't want to see MC instantly defeated all the time or completely overpowered. This is a story and I want it to be interesting. I want epic battles and steamy sex. MC will be defeated plenty, but I don't want it to happen one-sidedly. And with all of that said, I hope to talk to some of you soon.

MC is babysitting YC at MCs house. YC suggests a game of hide and seek, but instead has other motives, to go through her room. What he finds is a bunch of toys, however not for him. He also finds magazines and artwork of what said toys are for. Or maybe he had found them the last time he had been over and has figured out what they're for. Then he blackmailes her into letting him do whatever he wants with and to her, or else he'll tell his parents and possibly make up lies about her touching him.

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Yo~! Glad you're checking this one out. First of all, I think I'll give some context for this one. The premise of this RP idea is nothing too original, but is more-or-less based on the hentai ASMR track listed here: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ377793.html/?locale=en_US To quote the plot summary for this amazing smut for the ears: "You find out your loud kohai on the student council is actually a crossdressing girl, and you use that information as leverage to blackmail her into sexually servicing you. Soon enough, she can't resist the feminine pleasure!" If it isn't obvious by now, I wanna corrupt a crossdressing tomboy and have her embrace the femininity she's kept suppressed all this time. I would be content with keeping things simple and do an RP that closely follows the original premise of the ASMR track. In which case, you can stop here and send an EcchiText. Buuuuuuut as the title of this post suggests, I have another idea in mind. I mean... Why stop at corrupting a sweet little kohai who's dressed as a guy and instead corrupt the toughest delinquent around~? It would sure as hell be fun to see the class "bad boy" be downgraded into a feminine slut. And who knows? Perhaps the other guy's she's beaten into submission all these years would like to have a piece of her, if you know what I mean~? If you're interested, then send me an EcchiText and we can discuss things in more specific detail.

I have a roleplay idea that I've been thinking over for quite a bit of time. It's basically driven by sex, with main topics/fetishes being noncon/dubcon, spying, humiliation, masturbation, and, of course, blackmail. If these things interests you, check out the vague outline below. Characters: Muse A - Male or female virgin. Works in a big company. Hardworking, diligent, career-oriented, but also something of a pervert. Muse B - Male. A mysterious, extremely perverted hacker who one day messages Muse A The plot outline: One day Muse A gets a mysterious message. It turns out to be Muse B, who uncovered their pervy secret. He threatens to reveal it to the world and ruin their career unless Muse A starts sending him nudes, giving sexual shows, following his orders, and further down the line even meet up with him. Muse A doesn't feel like they have a choice, so they agree. To help them fulfill his orders, Muse B sends Muse A sex toys, lingerie, and other various perverted items, proving he knows their address. Muse A's life spirals out of control. That's about it. I'm very open to discussing and changing some details of the story. Preferably, I'd be Muse A. Also, I don't care about your irl gender/sex. If you wanna be a female roleplaying as male or male roleplaying as female, go ahead.

I have always had a big problem, whenever I got horny, I got risky. Being in danger and being scared turned me on so much. I’d always been very submissive, none of my fantasies ended well for me. I’d always end up enslaved, collared, leashed and broken by some strange old man. Nothing else turned me on like that did. It drove me crazy. I can’t tell you the amount of nights I’d spent fantasising about that, teasing myself until dawn, tying myself up and trying to struggle out of it. I’d gotten pretty good at it, I’d spend whole days tied up in my flat with my vibe on a low hum agains’t me. It had gotten so much worse since coming to university and living on my own. I swear I’d spend every day finding new ways to play with myself, I’d wear a butt plug to my lectures and share pics of myself online just to read all the perverted comments. I was addicted to it. I got more and more risky. I always sort of knew in the back of my head that it would catch up to me one day but i’m ashamed to admit that… I think thats what I wanted. And then one night it had all become too much, months and months of fantasising had driven me to a breaking point. I had given my email out to many total strangers in that time, always teasing myself with the idea of giving in. But that night one of them said all the right things, some pervert said things that drove me crazy. I wasn’t thinking straight, I was only focusing on living out my fantasies. Of being turned into some old mans pet. It was so humiliating, my whole body would flush at just the thought of it. I had been teasing myself for hours, it must have been the whole day. I was in a haze, like I was drunk on my own fantasies. He sent message after message, each one more perverted than the last, each one driving me closer. It’s like he was in my head, I was in the palm of his hand. Then he told me that I should just give in and in my haze I said yes. He told me to tie myself up, to unlock my door and tell him where I live. I only hesitated for a moment before giving him my address, the very act of doing so sending shivers up and down my spine. I couldn’t believe what I was doing but I couldn’t stop myself. I was so scared but that just turned me on even more. With cheeks flushed red and glazed eyes I took the rope out from under my bed and began to tie myself up like he said. My door stood unlocked as I sat on the floor in front of my bed, ankles tied up above my head, wrists entwined with rope and my ass sticking out towards my bedroom door. I couldn’t get out even if I tried. Moments passed, the anticipation was driving me crazy. It felt like forever, and, with every moment my thoughts began to poke through. I started to realise what was happening, I struggled agains’t my own binds to no avail. I strained and panicked, ashamed as I felt myself become more and more wet. And then I heard my door open… _______________________________________________ So this one is pretty straight forward and obviously jumps right into it. I think it can get really, really kinky. I want to involve many of my kinks, the more pervy the man/woman the better. I was thinking that was happens immediately after the prompt is just the beginning. I’m open to lots of fun ideas and happy to discuss them with you guys.

I always play dom, first off. I play men or futa. In regards to Yaoi. Those will exclusively be loli, and will include things like forced crossdressing, public humiliation, and a very much destroyed little asshole and throat. ^^ For the females, I don't mind if you don't play a loli but the general theme is the same... rape or blackmail, and lots of humiliation. Loving public scenes like busses or trains. I like Trick or Treat themes. Maybe you walk up to the wrong house... maybe multiple boys and girls do? Maybe a shota and his milf mom? Let's brainstorm.

Kinda looking to do A group of phantom thieves reforming society by stealing damning proof of crimes in a semi-future dystopia sorta thing. Though given the thieves are all female with boyfriends/girlfriends that, while kept in the dark, are vulnerable to those in charge to be used as leverage. And then comes (possible) breaking. Preferred Role: The Thieves