I'm looking for a role-play partner who is interested in exploring a unique and provocative scenario. In this world, you are the last fertile man on Earth, after a failed attempt by the United Nations to REDUCE the fertility of men to lower instances of unplanned birth. After going for your annual physical, you are determined to be immune to the infertilization, and are completely fertile. Your body is the key to saving our species from extinction, and as you can imagine, the government is \*very\* interested.

I'm open to a wide range of prompts and scenarios that fit this basic premise, whether you want to be in a bunker somewhere, constantly bound and milked in medical fashion. Or, a more intimate yet public take, where you are allowed to go about your everyday life, but must regularly submit for milkings. Let me know in your first message to me which angle you'd prefer (and it can be a mix) and we'll figure something out!

Note: While this is predominantly a straight femdom/bisexual plot, I would absolutely be willing to do this roleplay with gay partners and characters.

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Welcome to the "The Last \*Fertile\* Man on Earth," a play on traditional last man alive tropes, where the male is stripped of his clothes, bodily autonomy, and dignity. With rumors abound that the US is in fact NOT the only country with a fertile male left, every single drop counts. They can't just have you having sex with any woman that you want, that's entirely too wasteful. A single orgasm could potentially fertilize DOZENS of eggs, why would they let you waste it on one woman?

Your days are filled with milkings, your nights with performances for scientists, and whoever is willing to pay enough. In such a dire situation, every drop of your semen is needed, and luckily for you, the government has an entire research team dedicated to finding new and debasing ways of making you cum harder, faster, and longer. For some, this might seem like a dream come true at first. But the program is anything but, and everyone involved is ruthless, and cares little for your enjoyment.

Imagine waking up every day to the hungry eyes of scientists and officials, their hunger and dismissal of your pleading eyes palpable. Your body is no longer your own; it now belongs to the state, with an entire federal administration and swathes of scientists from new biotech companies all created for the sole purpose of exploiting your body and mind for sperm. Each day, you're subjected to further depravity; new kinks explored, new types of people involved, new parts or ways of stimulating your body -- all in the name of preventing you from growing too complacent with your treatment and producing less for them.

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I think there are two different ways that we could address orgasms, depending on your taste. One involves maximizing your orgasms. Scientists hypothesize that pushing your body and mind to their absolute limits each day will gradually increase your sperm production. Your milking sessions are constant, and designed to make you cum as many times as possible, the stimulation continuing even after you've climaxed, ensuring that your body remains in a state of heightened sensitivity and arousal.

The second idea involves orgasm denial. More specifically, researchers have determined that having you orgasm multiple times a day is inefficient. They can collect far more sperm-from you by stimulating you constantly throughout the day, bringing you to the brink of orgasm but stopping just short, keeping you in a desperate state of arousal as they collect your near constant flow of pre-cum.

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Thank you for reading my prompt this far! I'm very willing to incorporate a variety of kinks and fetishes, and I think it would fit the theme rather well to incorporate most of them. Some of my main kinks and limits though are:

Kinks: Femdom, CFNM, ENM, forced-bi, exhibitionism, humiliation, jerk off instructions, incest, stripping, sph, spanking, pet play, edging, non-con/dub-con, tickling, forced orgasms, edging, and honestly a lot more.

My Limits are: Vore, gore, death, beasts, and bathroom related activities.

My whole adult life iv dated women but my last relationship really broke me, we were together for 1 year but it felt like 10, everything was so intimate and loving, we told each other everything, that is until I found out she was fucking a girl from her job, we had this big explosive break up where she pointed out all my insecurities and blah blah blah we broke up and I hate her fucking guts, the crazy thing is that this isn’t the first time this kind of thing has happened, Iv been cheated on before and Iv even cheated on partners and never been caught but i feel like after so long with dating women it just feels so negative and emotionally charged, don’t get me wrong there is nothing better than pussy but like fuck is it even worth it to keep dating women? I know if I turned straight it would make my mom and dad proud, yunnno what iv never had a real cock in my life, maybe I should start dating a guy.

From here the rp can change

1. ⁠Idea is that you are my older brother, your actually the first person I told about this and now it’s been 4 months and Iv been squirting on your face, riding your cock and basically been a dream girlfriend for you for that past 4 months
   
2. ⁠Your my childhood best friend, we’ve been tight through our whole lives, and now that we’re older you def always stared and wanted a piece of my fat ass, now that I’m trying men you get your shot, again we skip forward 4 months and you can’t believe how much I love getting cream pies, we are def more fuck buddids then straight up dating
   
3. ⁠This idea is that I’m actually your milf aunty or mom, you’ve grown up seeing me date and marry 4 separate love of my loves only for me to get hurt over and over again by these other evil women, but now that you have your university degree and I’m single, I can finally fuck your brains out
   
4. ⁠Your idea
   
5. ⁠I could be the hot sexy porn and onlyfans lesbian model who wants to start fucking my male fans through tips and free give aways!!

Alright now a little bit of extra so you know what I want/like (BIG BONUS POINTS if you play a fat or ugly character, I hate hunky/gym bros)

I am feeling a rp with a lot of flirting!!! A lot of PDA, like slapping my ass, grabbing my ass, grabbing my tits, kissing my ass and kissing my tits, kissing my neck, grinding, fingering me in public, walking around with a butt plug in, squirting, kissing, spitting in my mouth

I hate slow burn and I also hate jumping right into sex, there is a good middle ground where we are already slightly involved, maybe having already had sex and maybe not but we at the very least are so comfortable that we make out
I don’t like starting at the beginning of a relationship but I love starting at the near beginning or middle or already deeply in it!!

My kinks are pretty extensive, I love booty slaps/rubs/grabs, I love when any thing is in my ass, a butt plug, tongue, fingers, your cock, a vibrator, anything!! I’m a huge anal slut!! I love cum! Let me drink it and of course I love deep cream pies and cum in my ass. I love taboo things, I’m a big fan of perverts, I love ugly men, fat guys, slobs in general, the homeless. They give me the best compliments and I am a huge attention whore, compliment slut!!!. I love public sex and just doing things in public, I love giving head, I love drinking piss, I love either being totally obsessed with one person, or being a huge slut and fucking any guy in sight. I also love married men

Limits are things I do not like, I hate pregnancy or anything to do with pregnancy. I hate anything forced/rape, anything like that. I hate humiliation or degrading, not into cucking. Not into poop or puke or feet. Not into hand cuffs or getting tied up, not into being blind folded. Not really into sub/dom play, It’s boring too me and feels to controlling, I love my freedom to do what ever I want in bed or out of it.

What could be better than this?  After all, wasn’t this nature’s plan?  Wasn’t this how it was supposed to be, biologically?  The older, largest, most fit male specimens were supposed to fuck the most fertile 18 year olds they could get their hands on, right?  The cunt on an 18 year old nympho was just engineered to be wet and tight and pink and grippy, squeezing big, heavy cocks and providing the perfect place to plant virile seed into. Lithe 18 year old bodies were made to be folded in half or held in the air and pounded.  

That’s what you told yourself as you fucked me into the mattress of the bed you shared with your 45 year old wife.  She was out of town, but here I was, moaning and twitching and drooling as you fed my hungry cunt inch after inch of your meaty cock, over and over.  Maybe I’m your daughter’s friend, maybe I’m your neighbor’s daughter, maybe I’m your own step or bio daughter.  Whatever the case is, you knew you wanted to seed my fertile womb, and that’s exactly what you’re gonna do.  And by the sounds I make when your cock bullies body-wracking orgasms out of me, I don’t seem to mind the arrangement either.  

Kinks: age difference, size difference, rough sex, manhandling, multiple loads, breeding, begging, mating press, force, incest, dubcon, cheating, audultery

Limits: piss, scat, blood, vomit, feet, futa, mff, extreme pain or torture 

Pregnancy and motherhood bring a plethora of physical and emotional changes in a woman, all of which you are ready to embrace. You can’t wait to see your wife blossom into the most compassionate, dedicated, loving version of herself even if there are odd cravings and grouchy moods along the way. The widening of her hips and swelling of her breasts are just the cherry on top!

As the pregnancy progresses, you notice an unexpected, but not unwelcome, side effect. The seed you planted in your wife has taken root so forcefully that those nurturing, maternal urges extend to you as well. She isn’t trying to dominate you— you’re still very much the man of the house— but she becomes more affectionate and generous than usual. Doting on you constantly, cradling you to her heavy, milk-laden breasts, and even encouraging you to… suckle them? “Mommy has so much milk for you, darling” is now a phrase you hear daily even before you’re a family of three.

If you’re a well-spoken, dominant man who appreciates breeding and lactation and wants to be the husband in this scenario, send me a chat!

My husband’s second marriage had never sat well with his son, though the boy never said a word about it. At 54 my husband had chosen me, wife of 29 and the quiet disapproval was always there beneath the polite surface. We had never grown close..our relationship stayed at the level of brief greetings whenever our paths crossed, since he lived away at college and rarely visited.

When winter break arrived, my husband decided the three of us would spend the holiday at the beach house. We settled in easily enough. After dinner on the night we arrived I ran into trouble with my laptop and thought he might be able to help. Without knocking I walked into his room, eyes still on the screen, already halfway through explaining the problem.

Then I looked up.

He stood completely naked in the middle of the room, searching for something to put on. His big white cock hung heavy and low between his thighs, thick and pale against the rest of him. For a long second neither of us moved. His eyes met mine and stayed there, the surprise on his face slowly shifting into something harder to read. I could feel the weight of the moment stretch between us…the years of distance, the unspoken tension, the sudden intimacy of seeing him like this..while the laptop in my hands was completely forgotten.

Natasha - 5’ 5” tall, long black glossy hair, dark almond eyes, slim body with dark caramel skin, 34D breasts, dark nipples and a bubble butt

Kinks- cheating, sweaty sex, size difference, skin contrast, rough, hair pulling, bwc, facial, creampies, anal, oil, exhibition

Limits- blood, violence, furries, vomit, gore, slurs, degradation, humiliation

Looking forward to hearing from you, send me your character description, backstory, kinks, limits and start the scene from my prompt.

In a world where cum is a valuable resource, men have a new job opportunity as he-bulls. To be fed, grown, and milked on a daily basis and acquiring stardom beyond famous actors and singers. After all, who wouldn't want a "collab" with a man who literally cannot lose his thigh-length erection after years of genetic modification in his diet and injections.

You find yourself as one of these bulls in the annual performance check at the farm you work with. It's a spectacle where people come to watch the bulls in action, something normally reserved for their expensive private chambers or in the common-room in the milking barn. The sun is bringing a welcome warmth to the spring day as your engorged cock and balls are on display for the spectators to view. Lines up with your brethren as dozens and dozens of beautiful women line up in front of you. The contest is simple: he who produces the most gets promoted.

A promotion to a "Gold Ring" bull is rare and the farm only have 50 of them at a time. Some are here competing to ensure their status as one. But most are Silver Rings staring at the buffet of women who are all ready to assist in producing as much cum as you possibly can.

Are you an up-and-cumming Silver Ring eager to earn your promotion? Are you maybe an established and famous Gold Ring with loads so big it'd put a fire hose to shame? Whoever you are, the whistle is about to blow, and so are you.

Hello! I'd like to do a prompt with "He-bulls" as a male equivalent to hucows. As the prompt explains, these men are employed at a farm to simply produce cum which is then sold off by the farm for whatever products it's used for. I have prompts for the he-bull farm alone if you'd simply want to know more or play in a more mundane farm setting as well.

I'm very much into hyper and it's expected for this. Minimum cock size for this would be somewhere around 12 inches and I have a very strong preference for extremes in body type. Whether you're extremely muscly, round, tall, short, doesn't matter. I simply don't want a "kinda tall with swimmer's body". I also very much prefer to play very busty characters so if you're a boob guy, you're in luck. I am very happy to be curvy all around but I would like my chest to at least be the size of my own head just for my own aesthetics. If any other specific traits are requested, we can easily work that out.

Kinks: hyper, expansion, stomach bulges, cumflation, hyper cum loads, passionate sex, clothed sex, outercourse, cock milking, condoms

Kylie gave a surprised yelp as you quite literally shoved her off of your cock and the bed and she fell into a pile of limbs and clothes on the side of the bed.

She struggles to stand back up as you jump from the bed and rummage through your drawer to find underwear while tossing your phone to the side. The screen still on shows that you had been swiping on Tinder while she rode you for the last few minutes, your only goal at the moment being to get ready for the date you had set up with this babe who wanted to get drinks.

You head to the shower, not even offering the girl a hand up as you motion vaguely toward the front door.

"Thanks for hanging out!" You say, ignoring the red faced girl as she tries to wipe up the cum you just dumped in her pussy while messaging the babe about drinks.

By the time you come back from your shower, the poor girl is gone, and you're more than ready for a possible round two with the girl from Tinder.

In this roleplay, I would play as a slightly above average looking female. Never picked as the girl to date, she's commonly a rebound or a hook up and too dumb to realize the common theme. Guys don't want her to date. They just want to get off with her.

Looks wise. Maybe she has a big nose, she's slightly overweight or she just looks plain. That's up to you. She's no runway model or even the girl most guys would want to even be seen out with as she's nothing special.

This is the type of girl where you don't even have to take her on a date. You just chat with her for a few minutes and convince her to blow you. Or you send her a message at 3am when you're horny and find yourself balls deep inside her thirty minutes later. She doesn't understand that you don't want her. You just want to get laid. And you're not the only one. Just the latest. She's always hoping it will be more, but it never is. So she finds herself serving you, pleasing you and doing things that self-respecting girls would never do for a guy they just met.

This is meant to be fucked up. This isn't about pleasuring my character or falling in love. This is the girl you gaslight, abuse, and experiment with your depraved thoughts with. She will do anything after all... That's desperation for you. Don't come into this thinking you will make a love story. This is toxic, it isn't a relationship or dating. It's the girl you take to a park in the middle of the day to bend over the hood of your car and fuck her in the ass because all you care about is getting off. The girl you call to come choke on your cock in the driveway because your girlfriend/wife told you she had a headache tonight.

And she lets you because in her mind this might be the time you change your mind. Use me. Abuse me. Lie to me. Cheat on someone with me. Treat me like dirt for your own amusement, I'm just a set of holes right? Your need to cum is the real problem and I'm the solution.

The question is as simple as I gets. The problems start happening when you see me. Busty with a fat ass, still fit and young enough to be your daughter. Showing off fat, pale thighs in a sundress that should be illegal. Nipples poking through the almost see through top without a bra in sight. You can tell from the first glance you get of me that I’m no innocent church girl. I know exactly what I want and I’m going to do my damn best to get it. Whether you’re married or not you will give me that thick daddy dick, and put some kids into my fertile body. Whether or not you want to keep it discreet, or turn me into your homewrecking college girl is up to you, but no matter what I want these fat tits to become milky for the kid you put in me.

Maybe you’re part of the church, and as I walk in you ask me for a favor. Maybe you’re just barely suspecting my true capacity for wanting you, but not for long. You send me up to the choir loft to prepare for the service, say you’ll follow me soon. Only to walk upstairs and be greeted with the sight of my bare, dripping pussy. Exposed as I’m bent over in my sundress shaking my ass towards you and the entrance. You couldn’t resist forever could you? Not that I want you to resist. What I want is for you to lower the shoulder straps of my dress and push your cock into my soaking pussy while I’m bent over. I want my tits swinging while you fuck me and spank my ass. Trying to make me moan while I stay quiet trying not to get caught.

So come stick that fat daddy dick inside me. Maybe find some cuffs and a gag to make sure we aren’t discovered. Matter of fact, best to dump your cum inside my pussy so we aren’t found out, and make me suck your cock clean after. And if it happened once, who says it can’t happen every week? Or that you won’t bring your other friends? After all, a good girl like me would love to serve plenty of men like you. There’s plenty more kinks I’m interested in as well and am willing to work with you to craft an amazing roleplay.

Hey DPP. Hope you’re all doing well. Obviously with this roleplay I’m leaning into some DD/LG roleplay as well as some other things like bondage, breeding, public play, cumplay, gangbangs, and plenty more that we can work into the roleplay. My heavy limits are blood scat and drugs. Please ask questions if you want to try anything else. I’m pushing for a more long term roleplay personally and write 1-3 paragraphs per respond. I like to play myself and can provide a description or reference pictures as preferred. Please reach out if interested.

When it comes to breeding everyone thinks thick hips and big tits are where it’s at. What if I told you it wasn’t? What if instead I told you this toned, 5’4”, 100 pound tomboys with B cups and spreadable thighs took your cum the best. That when you see them out and about a strong slap on their ass and a thumb in their mouth is all it takes before you’ve dumped so much cum into them, they’re leaking it willingly.

Today I was looking to play a tomboy that’s gotten herself into a sticky situation. I’m thinking some kind of lost bet. I’d love to be at a rodeo and lose a bet to you based on time riding. Only to not be able to pay with anything except my body. Plenty of rope and horse gear around. Fit me with a bit and reigns. Make me into the pet of your desires, and breed me. My tight pussy has been craving it since before you laid your eyes on me.

Hey DPP. Hope you’re all doing well. Obviously with this roleplay I’m leaning into some some heavy pet play and breeding as well as some other things like bondage, breeding, public play, cumplay, lactation, gangbangs, free use and plenty more that we can work into the roleplay. My heavy limits are blood scat and drugs. Please ask questions if you want to try anything else. I’m pushing for a more long term roleplay personally and write 1-3 paragraphs per respond. I like to play myself and can provide a description or reference pictures as preferred. Please reach out if interested.

If you told me eighteen years ago that I would be in this situation, I would have laughed and called you a pervert. Now? It made me bite my lip and make me ask "How did you know?"

He laid himself out on the bed, a phone call filling the dark room with a voice of a young woman through one end of the phone. You were talking to her, your handsome face lit up by the artifical white light showing your screwed up faces of pleasure and desire. Your other hand was on my ass, softly moulding it around your fingers as you squeezed it like a stress ball. I loved it when you followed what I said, and followed it with a eagerness which not many other men could provide.

I arched my back, sliding my legs over your body so I was straddling you. I heard you say "I love you" as my plush lips wrapped around your engorged tip. My tongue swirled around in tight circles, eyes rolling back like the flutter of butterfly wings as the sour taste of your manly musk, cum, and the dregs of your last piss mixed into a slutty cocktail onto my tongue. I knew that the words you spoke were directed at me, but hidden under the disguise of telling your girlfriend your feelings.

When you let out a trembling and loud, lewd moan, I knew you had hung up. "I don't like her." I said, popping your penis out of my mouth and gasping the tip with my wet palm. My thumb rubbed around your slit, feeling how much pre was dribbling out as you let out your small whimpers. "She's far too dull."

"You never like anyone, Mom." You moaned. In the darkness of the room I hooked my head over my shoulder, seeking your eyes. You looked like your father, only more youthful. You looked sheepish. "Sorry...You never like anyone, Mommy." You corrected, and my body filled with a lustful desire.

"Good boy~" I purred, taking your huge tip into my mouth again to bob my head up and down slowly, making sure to add a deep, guttural SHHHLUURRRPP that made your legs recoil like a dead spider. I let out a soft, husky laugh, resorting now to wiggle my ass into your hand and use both hands to masturbate you until orgasm. As much as I lusted for your load. My husband would be home soon. And he needed milking as much as you did.

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Hey! I'm looking for a detailed and dirty minded person with a passion for WORLD BUILDING! Please send me a message if you are interested, and long openers always catch my attention :)

Looking forward to hearing from you!!

Deep breath. "You can do this, Luna."

Getting out of town for college was the right thing, the best thing I could have done. Unfortunately, I was finding that was only the first step, as I had left the structure behind (positive), I had also left the structure behind (negative) and construct a new one. School made that passable, sure, I had things to do during the day and on weeknights, studying, doing work for classes. But I found myself... desperate for something else. And I knew I was... different. Grateful for a single room in a coed dorm, I could get away with being myself.

Could I do it here?

The local game store had always been calling me. I'd played some of the games digitally, I'd snuck watching videos, even binged a season of Dimension 20 over a friend's house. But that was all different than stepping into a brick and mortar store, away from the comfortable protective bubble of campus and classmates (I wouldn't dream of asking one of them to come be a nerd with me like this).

I'd disguised myself a bit, perhaps out of safety. Jeans that weren't exactly tight or form fitting. A hoodie to cover my taller than average frame. Honestly, if it weren't for the makeup and the hints of dyed feathered hair beneath the hood, I might have managed to slip under everyone's radar. Of course, eventually I'd be paired up, handed some cards, have to play a game. Talk. Chuckle nervously as I admitted I only kind of knew what I was doing. It was nerve-wracking, yes. But I was also desperate to feel the sorts of thrills I knew came from a certain... I don't know. But other than knowing I felt like myself like this, I also somehow knew I didn't fit in with the popular kids, always looking like a fraud with them. I belonged here. I'd have to prove it, probably.

Fuck, I'm really nervous. I walk up to the clerk. She seems nice. "Hi. I'm Luna. I heard there's a... prerelease tonight, is that right?"

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Hi! Looking for a romance here, one with a nerdy meet cute and some nice character building and story here. Ideally we can pick and choose what scenes we want to play out, as she's a full time student and your character is... well, whomever you decide to be! I'm open to writing opposite anyone who's thoughtful, who doesn't just send a one-liner message, and someone who wants to write more than smut between these two. I'd prefer to read perhaps a brief description of what you'd like to do, though a reply that sets the scene we'd meet in and finds a way for me to walk into it (even with slight modifications to the above, within reason), that's a plus. I'm hoping to reply to everyone, even just with a no thanks or already taken!

I have to really fight these dirty thoughts, the tempting thoughts that tell me to do all kinds of deplorable acts. The things i could never ask anyone about or even allow them to guess about me, like when my bff ask me about how my morning run went and i spent the entire time thinking about an older man i saw in the neighborhood i have to go through to get to the woods. How i even for a short moment thought about how he would have reacted to finding my panties in his mailbox.

These intrusive thoughts i get about doing naughty things just for a short moment of sexual fulfillment. Like when my mom talks about how i need to be careful with sex and i really just woke up from a hot wet dream about raw impregnating sex with a man older than her. That im curious about having to wear toys in public, naughty words written on my bare skin and leaving my panties with a number to a burner phone in a public bathroom and how that would play out. If my mom has the same thoughts about being coerced and manipulated until shes little more than a sex slave for a older man or if there is something wrong with me...

That seeing a woman my age with a stroller has forced me to stop my run three times because i started thinking about how she got into that position and how i could be there too.

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Im looking for a man 50 or older than wouldnt think twice about what hes doing to me and any concern for me is feigned to make me submit myself further to depravity and lust. Someone that would gladly prey on my innocence and even enjoy watching me throw it away for the sake of the dirty pleasure i claim to regret after every encounter.

Limits are, toiletplay and gore

In regards to who i am, im a 20 year old university student from sweden with a love for erotic fantasies :)

The galaxy had taught Kara Zor-El many lessons. She had learned that not every world deserved saving, that kindness could be mistaken for weakness, and that sometimes the greatest monsters wore the faces of heroes.

The beginning was on a distant world at the edge of known space, where an entire civilization had fallen silent overnight. No distress signals. No survivors. Just empty cities beneath a violet sky, and a strange, rhythmic pulse emanating from a fortress that floated above the planet like a second moon.

Kara arrived expecting a fight.

She got one.

The fortress's master was waiting for her in a vast chamber of black crystal, a figure whose power radiated through the air like invisible gravity. The villain had conquered worlds without firing a single shot, broken the wills of warlords, and brought entire armies to their knees with nothing more than a whisper.

Supergirl didn't know the name whispered in the darkest corners of the galaxy. They called him the Sovereign.

"You've come a long way, Kryptonian," the villain remarked, standing calmly at the center of the chamber. "I've heard so much about you. The last daughter of Krypton. The girl who refuses to kneel."

Kara cracked her knuckles.

"Yeah? Well, here's your chance to meet the girl who is going to kick your ass."

The speed of her attack was so fast that it almost broke the sound barrier. The ensuing battle shook the fortress to its foundations. Kara's fists shattered crystalline pillars, her heat vision carved molten trenches through the walls, and the Sovereign's telekinetic defenses buckled beneath the sheer force of her assault. For several glorious minutes, it seemed that raw power would be enough.

Then the villain smiled before pulse of violet light erupted from the Sovereign's outstretched hand.

Kara froze mid-flight hovering above him in the air. She tried to move, but her muscles refused to obey. Her eyes widened as invisible energy wrapped around her mind, slipping past the defenses that had protected her from weapons, radiation, and countless alien technologies. This wasn't an attack on her body. The was against her mind.

"What… did you do?" she strained.

"Nothing you need to worry about," the Sovereign replied, approaching her slowly. "Your strength is extraordinary, Kara. Your speed, your resilience, your capacity for destruction. But all that power is controlled by a mind."

The violet light intensified.

"And minds," the villain whispered, "can be rewritten."

Kara fought back with everything she had. Memories flashed through her consciousness: Krypton burning, the long journey through space, the faces of people she had lost, the anger she carried like an old wound. She clung to them, using every painful memory as an anchor.

She was not going to let some cosmic tyrant crawl inside her head.

But then the Sovereign spoke a single word.

"Sleep."

The world went silent and Kara's resistance faltered. Her clenched fists slowly relaxed, her shoulders sagged, and the furious light in her blue eyes began to fade beneath a hypnotic violet glow. She could still hear the villain's voice, distant and impossibly soothing, as though it were coming from inside her own thoughts.

"That's it. No more fighting. No more pain. You don't have to struggle anymore..." The villain smirked when Kara slowly sank down to the ground to land on her feet.

"You've spent your entire life fighting other people's battles," the Sovereign continued. "Always the outsider. Always the angry girl pretending she doesn't care. Wouldn't it be easier to let someone else decide what happens next?"

Kara tried to scream but her lips never moved. The last thing she saw before the darkness closed over her was the Sovereign standing before her, studying her with the satisfaction of an artist admiring an unfinished masterpiece.

"Rest now, Supergirl. When you awaken, you'll still be the strongest woman in the galaxy." A thin smile crossed the villain's face. "You'll simply have a new idea of who deserves your loyalty."

Hey, I hope you liked my little introduction!

If you're interested in roleplaying this setting, please feel free to hit me up with a message. However, I have some conditions:

Please put some effort into your opener. I will not respond to one liners and obviously lazy messages. You're free to jump right into the plot where I left it open.

If you prefer to discuss a few things beforehand, that is totally fine as well. I am willing to adjust the setting or add something to it in case you have ideas you'd like to throw in.

Lastly, here is a list of some of my kinks: Mind controlling/breaking, humilitation, degredation, public, anal, deepthroating, rimming, cum play, forced orgasms, teasing, edging, being dominated and many more.

Thank you so much for reading through the whole post, I'm looking forward to hearing from you! <3

Did I really do this? I glance down at the diamond wedding band still on my left ring finger, a habit from the last ten years, then slowly, deliberately, I slide it off and tuck it into the console. A small, quiet act of rebellion.

Yes, I did. I am Eve, mid-40s, unassuming, conventionally attractive MILF. But wihtout my own kids, and without a partner. My husband divorced me for his 20-year-old secretary and left me a lot of money in the process, and the house, and my freedom. So I bought an RV, to explore the roads, the freedom.

This is it, I think, a slow smile spreading across my face as I adjust the rearview mirror, not to check on anyone, but to see me. Eve. Forties. Divorced. Free. And for the first time in a long damn time… I like who I’m seeing.

I press gently on the gas. The RV lurches forward, kicking up a plume of dust in its wake. I grin widely, and I laugh like I haven't laughed in a long time. We agreed to meet at a nearby location, maybe a truck stop, you will wear something horny that I can recognize you (tell me what).

Two things are missing: a partner for the trip, and my sexual liberation. So why not ... find a partner to travel, and be scandalously me. Getting naked, doing groceries runs only wearing the highest of heels, fancy lingerie, go to a sex shop to buy important supplies, everything I never dared to do, pee at the side of the road, have my feet and ass worshipped. We could go wherever we want, do whatever we want, it's freedom. Pick up hitchhikers. We could even record stuff to sell online.

I upload a post on a well-known adult contact website to look for someone willing to travel with me. And this is you! Please don't be young enough to be my kid, I'd prefer 30+, or even older, another married couple could also be wonderful.

I play through chat, don't ask for Discord or personal information. Feel free to message with your character idea(s), or if you want to play another one of my prompts, or suggest your own.

Kinks: anal - ignore my pussy, big cocks, focus on lingerie and heels / outfit play and my feet, cumplay, pee, toys, public fun, nudity and sex in unusual places, group sex, risky sex, waxed bodies, double penetration, airtightness.

Limits: anything illegal, violence / gore, scat, misogyny, bullying, dom/sub, hairy bodies.

College. To the heart seeking freedom, a place to just be who you are... in a rather expensive fashion, sure, but nonetheless, most people's first taste of freedom, without your parents getting in the way of your fun. Most of us were still teenagers, and being one myself, I fully understood what it felt like to have your body be mostly made up of out-of-control hormones. I too craved such things as being recklessly creampied by a boy whose name I'm struggling to remember down at the Old Lighthouse, or let a study session devolve into me smashing my freshly shaved, still sore pussy against my would-be-tutor's knee and cum for him.

To some... it was a little *too* much freedom. As shown by my roommate, currently busy with what sounded like more than one guy in our room, and having thus sexiled me... with the irony being that the tie she used to signal she was busy being one of *my* ties.

I was now locked out of my room. Coming back from the judo club, without access to my computer or even my car keys, stranded in the long, carpeted halls of the dorm building, unable to do much about my current predicament. What would I do now?

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Simple setup - college-aged tomboy ends up sexiled, and is currently aimless while her roommate gets cocks stuffed in her ears.

Who is the boy (or boys) that's gonna make her get some of her own action that night, to compensate for her current frustrations? Will it be a romantic encounter, a frustrated romp, or something in between?

You like scraped knees? Flat bellies? Tiny (and practically flat) breasts to chew on? Girls that wear cycling shorts under their skirts and cause prominent cameltoes? Skater girls with an iPod full of skate punk and rock? Then come and plan with me!

Exiting the taxi with just a small travel bag, I could still hardly believe what I was about to do, yet clutching a used one way ticket, I could only comfort myself in knowing that there was now no way out of this, only to move forward and see what happens next.

Only few months ago I was kneeling beneath your feet, long after the office closed, feeling a used condom inside me as I cleaning your cock after you used it to fuck me in all manner of position all over the office space. It was our private good bye party.

I was always ambitious, and never shyed away from using whatever advantage I could use to fulfil that hunger for more, I felt no shame in using my body to get one over my rivals and colleges. That is how our relationship started, you were my superior and for the last two years I have dutifully served you both at work and after hours, advancing my career right behind you.

It was a convenient arrangement for everyone, I could get an edge over my competition, you could relieve stress and tension at any time always being on your A game, and your wife was happy that rather then sleeping around she always knew where you dipped your shaft.

In that time I had to admit I did grow to enjoy our rendezvous, even if it started with ulterior motives, I had to admit that no one could fuck me quite like you.

That is why I was a bit saddened when you announce that you received a valuable offer and you would be moving on from our company, uplifting yourself far away to the other side of the world, even if that also meant that I was first in line to inherit your position.

That is why I was caught quite by surprise when I heard you speak as I admired my work on your shaft.

"You know looking at you, I miss your cunt. I feel it would be a waste to give this mouth to some other bastard, having their brat growing inside you, so how about I make you my woman? How about that...imagine instead of wasting your time around this place you could serve me 24/7, you won't get paid, but trust me I know how to take care of my woman..."-

I could only watch as you stood up, and begin to dress yourself, but also grabbing a small note start to scribble an address and some instruction.-

"...You don't have to answer right away...but I don't want you to regret anything so I want you to prove your dedication...when you are ready just come to this place with a proof...I hope you won't disappoint me"

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That is how I found myself here, ringing the door of your new home, having not only rejected the promotion but also resigned from a job I spent years working my way through, for the sake of becoming a sex toy for you...

...and somehow I didn’t regret that choice a bit....

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Looking to roleplay an ambitious corporate ladder climber, choosing to abandon the rat race to find fulfilment in become a modern day concubine to her boss. If that sounds like a scenario that would be fun to go through, simple continue the prompt from where I left it. Tell me your favourite kinks and limits, and tell me what order you gave me on that note(considering its meant to show my willingness to throw everything away, don't be afraid to be bold and ambitious) to prove my dedication.
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Kinks: Domination, findom, teasing, and toys, gag, threesomes, collar, leash, begging, power exchange, exhibitionism, voyeurism,, name calling, soft humiliation, cock / pussy worship, body worship , breath play, impregnation, biting, cum play, interracial, rough sex, outfit control, outfit play, manhandling, body modification (piercings and tattoos primarily), cheating is not a particular kink of mine, but its also not a limited so tell me if you want to incorporate that in to RP in some way as well.

It’s the first real hot day of summer.

The air hits me like a warm, sticky wave as I step out of the car.
My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat.

The parking lot is quiet—only a few luxury cars with foreign plates.
Discretion is everything here.

I clutch the golden invitation envelope like a lifeline.
The three rules are burned into my brain: no clothes, no phones, adults only. and is mandatory for all guests, men, women, couples, also for the families who occasionally appear here together, as well as the celebrities of this world who appreciate the prevailing discretion.

At the gate stands the wooden box.

I kick off my sneakers, peel off socks, jeans, panties, T-shirt, bra.
Everything folded neatly, as if that could keep me safe. Naked now.

The sun instantly claims my skin—shoulders, breasts, stomach.
My nipples harden from nerves and heat. Between my legs I already feel that warm, secret pulse.

The smell hits me next: cut grass, lake water, sunscreen, and underneath it all the unmistakable musk of sex.

I step onto the soft lawn.
The park unfolds like a dream: the small lake sparkling, meadows dotted with naked bodies—some lounging, some touching casually, some laughing as if this is the most normal place on earth.

The elegant hotel terrace with cocktail glasses and open legs. The open wellness pavilion where naked staff glide oiled hands over guests. The gangbang grotto—doors wide open, rhythmic slapping and moans drifting out. A quick glance: a woman surrounded, laughing between gasps.
My pulse explodes.

Further on, the shaded Cucky Paradise—couples watching, whispering, stroking.
And the small toy showroom where someone demonstrates a vibrating plug on stage to an attentive crowd.

I freeze. Hug my arms around myself.

A woman—sun-kissed, maybe late twenties—passes by. “First time?” she asks softly.
I nod, throat too tight for words.
“Breathe. The park takes care of the rest. Look, feel, join—or just watch. No hurry.”

She smiles and walks on.

I let my arms drop. Feel the sun on every inch of skin, the breeze teasing between my thighs.
My nipples tighten from pure electricity.

I find a spot at the meadow’s edge, sink into the warm grass, pull my knees up. The blades tickle my ass.

I’m nineteen, naked, alone—and surrounded by every kind of possibility.

Summer has only just begun.

And I’ve only just stepped inside.

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I'm looking for players who enjoy detailed and engaging storytelling, who love creating vibrant characters, and engaging narratives.

Since I also want to explore my bisexual side, I would be very happy to meet couples, single women, or families 😈😈

We should both be able to play multiple characters; right now, I’m really into playing with someone who handles a whole family—like Dirty does :) Of course, we can talk about my roles too :)

The different themes are flexible, of course, so let's bring our story to life! :)

Edit: Apparently my chat was turned off again - it's open now :)

"Arch your back a lit- yes, just like that Lizette. Goddess! Gorgeous! A vision! Marvelous! Ricciardo, we need more wind! MORE! Yes, Perfection!"

About an hour ago, I had started wondering if Charles ever needed to take a breath. Half an hour ago, I was sure he didn't. The waterfall of instructions and compliments never seemed to come to an end. He made it easy to follow him, made it easy to "flirt with the camera", as he called it. Getting to shoot with someone like him was a blessing - he made it easy to relax in this open space, nude as I was. Well, not nude - but the thin strips of silk and satin didn't cover anything worth covering. Criss-crossing along my slender silhouette, they only served to frame my bareness.

His crew was a small entourage of true professionals, just two men controlling the lights and Ricciardo, his younger brother, working the gigantic fan blowing wind through my brunette hair.

If it had been just them, this would have been nothing but another job. Just a day wearing way-too-epensive lingerie, frolicking around in the garden of a luxurious mansion. But there was one more person watching: You. The owner of the estate. And you, oh you, you made this so much more fun.

I wasn't sure how old you were, probably about the same age as my father. But you'd aged better. Muscular, well-groomed... no, I certainly didn't mind you watching us from time to time. Whenever you came around, asking whether we needed anything - whether it was a drink, lunch, or some props from your lavish estate - I couldn't but start going beyond what Charles had asked of me. I didn't just flirt with the camera, I seduced it. It - and you. We didn't talk, but I knew we both understood what was happening. That it meant something when I locked eyes with you. Yes, I was performing for you - a promise of what I could add to your home, of who I could be for you. Naturally, when the afternoon came and our shoot came to an end in turn, I didn't quite want to leave yet. So I didn't head to my car, watched as Charles and his crew jumped into their Van and drove off. I waited till they vanished in the distance, only then did I turn, strut all the way back through the garden to you. My frame covered in nothing but a blue satin robe, the black stripes of the harness showing underneath, I offered you a wicked smile.

"Do you want to show me around your Estate, Mister?"

Message me with a writing sample or intro to your character, kinks&limits, a bit about yourself, and about any moments you would love to create in this story :)

"Its a shitty hotel. My french fries were cold and I'm bored!' I huffed, legs and arms crossed, my tortoise shell sunglasses shielding you from my death glare.

You had done your damnedest to try and make what was supposed to be our honeymoon wonderful and instead I just wanted to whine, pout, scream, berate, and verbally abuse you. You look at me as I continue complaining, in my vintage, white Chanel tweed jacket and skirt. If anyone else saw her they would think she was a real little lady. She's nothing more than a fucking rich, spoiled, brat!

"Are you even listening to me?! WELL?! I knew I should have refused your marriage proposal. Don't forget, I call the shots!"

We had gotten married as part of an arrangement between the owner of a japanese robotics company: my father, and you. My father was smitten with you and decided his princess should marry you. You could hardly believe the woman screaming at you day in and out was the same demure, shy, polite woman you had met during your stay in Tokyo. After our wedding you had been forced to acquiesce to my every demand otherwise face my wrath. My father had promised you a loving, virginal, submissive wife and instead you had the demon wife from hell. On our wedding night I demanded a 5 star hotel and once you got it for me, I locked you out of it. You had been excited to unwrap your soft, small present, eager to fold me over, ankles above my head, and split my poor pussy in half.

That was almost a month ago and you had been aching ever since to tear my cunt up. You had hoped I would settle down and be that gentle, kind woman you had met before but she seemed to be a distant memory. At the very least I let you sleep in bed with me. But you can't tell if that's just my way of fucking with you as everytime you pull me into you and your cock begins to harden, I pull away or kick you out of the bed. And it makes it worse I sleep in the nude. Something has to give or you feel like your balls are going to burst. You have to find a way to break me of this bratty attitude, but how?

We were supposed to be 35,000ft in the air right now, instead I’m getting ready to take a shower at a hotel room close to the airport. The weather is loud and thundering, resulting in all flights being cancelled for the night.

You called my mom and told her about the delay. We were flying to her sister’s wedding. Something she headed to a few days in advance as you were busy with work, and I was busy with college. You had met my mother just a few years ago, and the two of you hit it off. Quickly the pair of you got married and being a kid of a single-mom all my life, I finally had a “father figure” to look up to.

Unfortunately, things weren’t as plain and simple. You had countless options at the hotel front desk today. Twin beds, queen size and even king size. Money really wasn’t an issue, but you opted for the most awkward room, a double. You frowned and apologized to me, lying through your teeth that they didn’t have better options.

You didn’t mention it to my mom, as you sat on the bed, listening to the running water as I took a shower. We soon did our nightly routines and settled down to sleep.

I curled up, facing away from you, keeping a healthy distance from you. It wasn’t like I was deliberately staying as far as possible, as if I were uncomfortable, but it was clear that I was setting a boundary. Tucked in under the same duvet, about an hour after when we said, “Goodnight!”, to each other, you started to shift towards me.

Your hands started to roam my lithe slender body. I was half asleep, slowly fluttering my eyes back up awake as I began to realize your body pressed up against my back and your hand groping my crotch over my pajama pants.

I was frozen in shock. My throat was dry as I didn’t know what to do, what to say. You could tell by my body shuddering and freezing up, that I was awake. You didn’t care. You didn’t say a word. Your hand shamelessly began to wiggle its way down into my waistband and before I knew it, you were pushing your fingers inside me.

Maybe there were some soft protests, met by softer consolations, saying, “It’ll be okay…” and to, “let it happen…”, as I end up getting pinned down onto the bed and struggle to sleep for hours on end with the things you’d do to me.

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Hey r/dirtypenpals,

I’m looking for a step-father / step-daughter, soft dubcon/noncon roleplay where the step-father just acts on his long suppressed urges and the step-daughter goes into shock, feeling defenseless and mostly lets it happen.

An interracial element to this pairing would be a nice to have. I plan to play on Discord. When reaching out, do let me know where you see the story going. What things do you see the step-father doing? Maybe even some backstory to his motives. Did he start to see her mom only to get to her?

Also share your kinks and limits.

\\\*\\\*Kinks:\\\*\\\* Attention to detail, clearly described actions, forced kissing, fingering, groping, feeling up, dry humping, clothed/semi-clothed sex, hold the moan, cheating, choking (light, heavy, temporary loss of consciousness), hair pulling, double penetration, slapping, dubcon, noncon, creampies, impregnation risk, breeding, sleep play, drug play, alcohol play, crying, sniffling, anal, anal virginity and painal.

\\\*\\\*Limits:\\\*\\\* Excessive violence, feet, DDLG, being cut or stabbed, watersports.

I started browsing the nsfw subreddits because of my parents. My parents were extremely strict and never quite let me experience things at all. I'm about to graduate but I've never had a boyfriend. I spent all 4 years of college being at home. I've never partied or done any of the things college students normally do.

So I chose the internet. Where else can I quench my curiosities? One thing became very clear to me. I'm a huge fan of massive cocks. It's specifically brought on by the fact that I'm petite. I gravitated towards the idea of having sex with someone big. Not just in body but also in cock size. Of course, I would never actually do something like that in real life.

But then again....

I started talking to this guy who posted on some of the subs. He seemed older, some grey hairs on his body although he didn't post his face. He was huge, in every sense of the word. Easily the biggest cock I've seen on those subs.

He seemed like a nice guy, didn't come across as a perv and wasn't pushing to meet me. We exchanged phone numbers and started chatting. I told him about my fantasies and he shared his. We both seemed to want the same things. I told him I'm a virgin. He said that was a fantasy of his as well. Everything matched - size difference, age difference, huge cock, first times, rough sex....

So when he finally asked, after spending a lot of time, if I'd be interested in meeting him, I agreed. I just had to plan it out properly. When the conference came around, that was my perfect excuse. I told my parents it was a week long conference and I booked a hotel room and gave the guy all the information. It might have been a bad idea but that's what sexual repression does to you, I guess.

Notes :

The main themes for this are size and age difference, sexual exploration, struggling to handle size, male pleasure focus.

Kinks : Huge cocks, Petite girls struggling with size, being manhandled and roughed up, face fucking, huge hairy men, kissing and foreplay, finger in mouth, sitting on lap, fingering, ass eating (giving), anal (receiving), male pleasure focus.

Limits : Sexism, misogyny, racism, violence, non-con.

I so fucking annoyed that I got pulled into this ridiculous beach party with the boys. I feel so out of place. I’m a gamer and here I am walking around in a bikini while everyone is hammered. The whole thing smells like weed and sunscreen and I just want to be out of the sand and at home reading a book. Unfortunately the guys always have a way of getting me out of my comfort zone via guilt trip.

I stand to the side of the bonfire, determined to not interact with anyone. Despite my best attempts, a very pretty girl stumbles my way. My gaydar goes off immediately as she checks my body from head to toe. 

“Hey there………. So I’m guessing your waiting on your session with the group yea?! Hoping you win out tonight?!” She says as she flirtingly touches my shoulder. “I’m Bria, and I have a feeling that if we pitched us both as a package, we might just be lucky enough to entice them into picking us…….. I’m pretty sure they’ve gang fucked every girl here so we need to offer something new”

I’m taken aback but what she’s saying. She must be too drunk to function.

“Hi Bria, I’m Janine. I’m not sure what your talking about exactly?! Are you talking about the boys throwing the party?! They are my coworkers… I know them VERY WELL. I’m pretty sure your confused”

Bria smiles like a bitch that has a fun secret. I have admit she looks pretty hot when she’s cocky. 

“Well…. Your coworkers that you know so well….. they are notorious for gangfucking girls together. I know myself from personal experience. I’m shocked you didn’t know…. Must not know them as well as you thought.”

I feel heat radiate through my pussy as the realization comes to me that she’s telling the truth. All this time, I’ve been one of the guys, and didn’t know the guys liked to fuck Chicks together.

Well all that’s about to change.
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Heyoo slutty people! I’m looking for fun MMMF (or more) type exchange. I’m open to playing it out anyway that you think would work best. My main thing is I want to be a typical tomboy, with my hat backwards that says dude. Someone that you wouldn’t expect to want to get gang fucked right away…. But my sexual side is very different couples things to know 
-I’m very very very turned on by extremely rough oral sex. I’m talking like put a bowl underneath you while you work type shit. 
- I love DP and anal. Would like to build up to it of course, and would even be down to play my character as an anal virgin.
-like CNC or any dynamic to make things rougher

Favourite Kinks(None required): Anything to do with Cum, Body Writing, Bondage, Choking, Control, Ripping Clothes, Toys, Degradation, Exhausted sex, Facials, Gangbangs, Group Sex, Humiliation, Photos, Recording, Rough Sex, Stretching Holes, Getting thrown around, Sloppy Oral (TO THE POINT OF SPITTING UP BILE), Spit Roasts, Spitting, Flirting, Dirty Talk, 

Limits: incest, scat, vore, gore.

Kara Lorin grimaced as she saw Nar Shaddaa through the viewport of her ship, wondering, not for the first time, how she had ever ended up in this position. Once she had been a commander in the Imperial Navy, a position that she had worked hard to achieve, and the second in command of an Imperial Star Destroyer. Now... she was a smuggler, running spice and weapons for a low life hutt trying to weasel his way into the power vacuum that was the Hutt Cartel.

Of course she knew exactly what happened. She knew that the rebels managed to deal crippling blow after crippling blow to the Empire, and soon they were able to become the dominant force in the galaxy. She just couldn't believe it, even after all these years. But the Empire was a thing of the past now. If the Rebels wanted to drag the galaxy down, let them. It simply wasn't her fight any longer. She had more important things to worry about now.

Her holotransmitter started to ring, no doubt reminding her of what those important things were.

She clicked a few buttons on the transmitter, and frowned when the image came into view. Instead of the usual twi'lek liaison that contacted her, she found herself staring face to face with Triqel the Hutt, her current employer.

"Triqel, what a pleasant surprise," she said as she begun to plot her course to his sector. The sooner she was off this planet the better.

Before she could continue, the hutt butted in. Huttese filled the airwaves, followed by the robotic tone of the automatic translator that came with her transmitter. A godsend since she only had a basic grasp of huttese.

"Kara..." the hutt said, the robotic voice somehow perfectly mimicking the slimy tone of her employer, "you must think me a fool. Did you think I would be so enraptured by your charm that I wouldn't notice your betrayal."

The smuggler cocked an eyebrow. She had her suspicions but she held her tongue until she had more information. "I'm not sure I follow," she said, keeping her cards to her chest for now.

"The spice runs Kara, I know about your trips to Kessel. You have a contract with me, my little gem, and I don't appreciate you acting as a freelancer for the Pykes. The in fighting within the Cartel is bad enough, we can't have outsiders influencing us can we?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," Kara retorted, turning her full attention to the transmitter now. "You know me better than that Trqiel."

Triqel let out a rumbling laugh, one that made Kara sick to her stomach. Suddenly the view of the transmitter changed from the hutt to a security recording of her YT-1300 on Kessel. And sure enough from that angle it looked like she was making a deal with the Pyke Syndicate. But of course that wasn't the truth! She could barely deal with the Hutts, much less any other gangsters.

Anger filled her as she spat out, "Listen you over grown slug. I-"

The Hutt let out another laugh as the holotransmitter switched back to the Hutt. "My agents say it wasn't a small shipment either. About 500,000 credits worth. Well you're going to make that money back for me. And to ensure you don't slip away from me, I'm setting you up with a handler. You'll meet them after your current job is done. You have one month Kara, or else you'll be decorating my throne." The Hutt laughed one final time as he cut the transmission.

Kara sat in silence for a while as she brought her ship down, trying desperately to find a way to come up with a plan to get those credits. Or at least find a way to clear her name...

Hello and thank you for taking the time to read over my ad, I hope that you are enjoying it so far!

Star Wars has been on my mind lately and I wanted to try and do something regarding it! As you might have guessed, my character would be a former Imperial Officer turned smuggler deep within the Hutt Cartel who finds herself owing a lot of money to her boss. And with your help, she's going to find a way to make that money back. I'm sure you can come up with a few ways how it might work out~

I am looking for this to be a longterm rp, and while I do want corruption to play a heavy part in the plot, I want it to be slow. My character isn't going to volunteer to sell her body the first chance she gets. Lets find a way to work up to that point!

Now for the boring parts. I want to say that I only roleplay on Discord, since its just easier to have it all in one place for me. That being said, I expect good responses, I myself am a multiparagraph lit RPer, and I expect the same from you all. Men and women are welcome!

And here is the fun part~

• Kinks: collars, corruption, prostitution, whippings, masochism, tattoos, humiliation, name calling, bondage, role reversal, exhibitionism, public, outfit control, butt plugs, anal, musk, over stimulation, orgasm denial, body worship, monsters, tentacles, breeding, bukkake, interracial, younger doms
• Extreme kinks: slavery, foot worship, branding, piss, blood, raceplay, bad ends, ugly bastards, disgusting monsters, electroplay, shock collars, mind break, cnc
• Limits: underaged, scat, amputation

These are subject to change however, I will tell you if I feel uncomfortable and I expect the same from you!

If this interests you, please shoot me a message! And let me know if you have any ideas! Hope to hear from you soon!

“He is ready to see you now,” your assistant tells me in a polite tone as she hangs up the phone. “Good luck with your meeting,” she adds.
The thick matte glass door swings open silently, allowing me to peek inside your office. I take a deep breath, and enter into the room, where you are waiting for me behind the heavy oak desk.

Your office is decorated with taste and sophistication - it is another representation of you. Dark, mysterious, smart, serious, and… handsome. I give you a nervous smile before sitting down in one of the two chairs across from you, only your desk is in between us.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. Thank you for finding the time to meet with me. I know that for a man as busy as yourself, time is everything.”

I take a couple seconds to look around. Everything is so rich and expensive. It feels like every single item in your office is worth more than my car. I turn my head back to you, and notice that you’re even more handsome in person than in pictures. Strong, masculine, and yet elegant. And by the way you’re looking at me, I sense that you might be enjoying what you’re seeing too. Could it be that you find me pretty?

I can’t help but think about all the rumors about you. Are you really that talented in bed? Do you really give women multiple orgasms, make them scream and squirt all over? Do you really have a sex dungeon in your secluded mansion? And most importantly, do you actually have a cock that big that it makes girls nervous?
Okay, business. I’m here for business. Focus on business.

“So, do you mind we start the interview?” I finally break the awkward silence.

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Hey everyone! If you have seen or read fifty shades of grey, this prompt might sound a little familiar. I’m looking for a pleasure dom, someone brutal enough to hurt me, but kind enough to make sure I cum as you do.
Oh and unlike the actual 50 shades of grey story, this doesn’t have to be bdsm-focus, but I would like to have a similar power dynamic. Oh, and I don’t want to lean heavily towards the romance side, I’d rather keep it more transactional, with some emotional connection where appropriate.
If you have read everything and are interested, please let me know what interests you in this scene, your ASL, the description of your character (including the cock size!), and the city where you want this scene to take place! I am really looking forward to hearing from you all!!

My must have kinks I want to include here are: anal/painal, male dom, big cocks, rough sex and everything that might entail. My overall kink list is pretty long so don’t be shy to make suggestions.
My hard limit is pregnancy.

Also, a few other things to know: I write in 1st person, present tense, only control my character, 3-5 paragraphs per response, and looking for 60-40 smut to plot ratio.

Life had never been easy, but I liked to think that’s what made it worth living. When my mother passed I was too young to remember, and with my father turning to the bottle my sister and I were forced to fend for ourselves. The village helped, after all news of our loss spread through the small town like wildfire, but as the seasons passed and we grew older the charity slowly dried up, and I decided to make my own mark!

I opened an apothecary shop, mixing simple potions and medicines for my neighbors, pursuing a love of gardening and nature that I’d felt ever since I was a child. I was good at it, too, able to grow even the most persnickety herbs when those seeds passed through my hands. After only a few years I’d started making a name for myself, with adventurers coming from neighboring villages to purchase my products. Hells, I’d even found myself falling for the baker’s apprentice, a sweet young man around my age who always seemed to have a treat set aside just for me.

Life was perfect, yet fate had other plans for me.

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Howdy, and thank you so much for reading my little character synopsis! I’ve written you a little background for my character Rose, a young woman whose heart overflows with kindness, who only sees the best in people and absolutely loves the life she’s living.

Today, I want to ruin her, and I need your help! I’m not looking for something small, like a neighbor taking advantage of her one night in a drunken stupor. No, I want her ripped from her comfortable life and brought into a realm of suffering, the more creative the better! The secret word is ‘Horrid’, that’s a surprise tool to help us later. I am looking for a true bad end, a horrible situation Rose has to suffer through and eventually learn to accept.

Maybe she’s captured by drow raiders, or an orc takes a liking to her one day. Goblins could ransack her village, a wizard might take her due to her green thumb (which is because she has a natural gift for Druidic magics), or a demon decides it needs a new toy. I’m open to whatever monsters or villains you can dream up! Just so long as we stay humanoid, and they can pass the Harkness test. No animals allowed!

I’m more than happy to discuss kinks and limits once we have a plot, but I know some of my favorites are denial/edging and overstimulation.

I put a lot of work into writing my prompt, even if it’s not perfect, so I ask that you try to put a comparable effort into your response. Low effort messages will not get a response, as I’m looking for someone who can match my writing for an extended period. Additionally, I’ve included a ‘secret word’ in my prompt, so please include it in your opener so I know you at least skimmed my writing! Sorry for making you jump through so many hoops, but I’m not in the mood to be sexually harassed on Reddit today (at least not out of character :P)

Thank you so much for your time, and I hope you have a lovely day!!