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Ah yes, the mind, where all sexual fantasies begin. Though you hardly need me to tell you that. Certainly the more brash or immature may think directly of those reproductive organs, of the swollen phallus or the dripping vulva. To be fair, we would not have these sexual desires, these wants without such parts. But like all things with us ever so complicated humans, it truly begins in the mind. The mind, where you think of your wants, your desires, your most basic drives. You look upon others with lust and envy, wanting to possess. If you cannot have than you want all the more. Not that such a limitation exists within the mind. No, here, your imagination can play. Even the darkest of fantasies can play themselves to conclusions. Thoughts of open, drooling mouths, of eyes awash in lust, of bodies coated in sweat and cum. They bounce about.
Or they do with some of us. Enough of us. But not them. Never the ones we truly want, those untouchable sorts. Perhaps sexual thoughts don't even cross their minds, innocent little things. Their fantasies may go no further than stolen kisses or fleeting touches. Or maybe they "make love," seeing sex as an expression of that. Gentle thrusts from beautiful boys fill their minds. Loving caresses that make them quiver, their flowers trembling and opening before them. Yes, these are certainly not the same ones thinking of those dark fantasies. Their minds are too focused. Too pure.
But what if we could change that? Could control the mind? Could make them... more cooperative, more... in line with our way of thinking? What if thoughts not their own intrude, leading to actions they don't fully understand? What then?
Quite a dark fate indeed...

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That might have been a tad more abstract than I originally intended, so in case the title and/or opener confused: this is a thread about RPs with mind control as a primary focus. The idea is to write erotic stories with partners wherein characters, primarily the females in this case, have their minds altered by some outside force, and said alteration leads to sex that they likely didn't initially want, along with the fallout that comes with that. I very much want to emphasis the mental elements: the corruption, the intrusive thoughts, the warring control. But I also very much want to emphasis the erotic and pleasurable parts: oral, orgasms, and lots of lots of fucking.

This is inspired by a lot of things, including a series of Japanese Adult Videos (JAV) called "brainwashed esthetic," which involve various beautiful women being brainwashed into erotic situations. I've also been very much enjoying/anticipation a RWBY erotic kinetic novel called RWBY Rise of the White Fang. And finally, I'll toss out the erotic writings of one Rabblelaid, who often does the corruption part of erotic stories very well. Knowledge of all or even any of those is not required, though it'll obviously help gain some understanding of at least the general thrust and focus here.

I thought about it a lot, and I wanted to hone in on just a few canonical characters for this one. I like the whole corruption of a champion of goodness, someone who doesn't think about sex and may even be a powerful individual and therefore using sexual means to eliminate them is a good move. Plus it saves character development. I may be interested in original characters to supplement, but I want to start with this list.

I'll be putting this request thread up under both male and female request threads. I am not looking to control the minds of any male characters, but females (and non-binaries for that matter, though I don't think I have any). I am willing to write the female being controlled, who will be a canonical character, or to write the male character doing the controlling (who may be canonical or not; partners' choice). I'm willing to do this via thread or PM, with little preference either way. I'm only interested in partners who are willing to plot and work with me, so I'll be providing snippets here. That doesn't mean I don't have more (most of these I've been toying with for a while), but I want us to build together.

Now, with that overview sort of discussed, lets get some details, shall we?




General Direction
(note: not required, more of a sort of overview and main elements I'd like to hit and/or emphasis throughout the RP)
  • Target Selected
  • Put into vulnerable position for initial implantation
  • Erotically charged first implantation
    • Visible sign of control, particularly change in color of iris, even better
  • Mental struggle and pull
  • Sexual interaction with awareness fighting against control
  • Possibly further interaction, depending on setup
  • Second implantation, more intense than first
    • Sign of control deepening
  • More erotic action that deviates further from initial personality
  • Fetishes to be emphasized developed
  • Noticeable changes to female
    • I'm not interested in changing too much about the body? Maybe hair color
    • Definite change of dress
    • Visible sign of corruption/ownership
  • Highly pleasurable erotic encounter making her doubt self
  • Possibly enough session, if not, move to full implantation
    • Bonus if given (false) choice and chooses pleasure
  • Ending in new highly sexualized state


Methods

I want to start by going over a few methods of said mind control that I'd like to focus on, though I wouldn't necessarily include them. I know there are lots of ways of enacting hypnotism, but these are the ones I find most engaging/interesting and would prefer to focus on. I may be interested in others, but some are of no interest to me (basic watches or fire and the whole "you're getting sleepy" ones are really not interesting). I'll cover the basics of what I mean, elements I'd like to focus on, and give a short snippet of how I'd see at least part of the actual mind controlling scene going.

Oh yes, I want there to be a focus on the actual process of brainwashing/hypnotizing too, particularly if we can add a sexual element. I would particularly love it if part of the process is arousing, and if orgasming either while the process is going or while under the influence increases its grip on said person.


The Headset
  • Overview: this involves attaching a headset of some kind over the female's eyes. It then uses displays, sounds, etc. to implant the thoughts/conditioning into the "victim." This is usually controlled via another screen, though there are other options available.
  • Origins: usually technological, sometimes magical
  • Emphasis: conditioning, tracking, control
  • It looked so simple on the surface. A visor, placed over her eyes, hiding them from the world while she slumbered. It wrapped around her head perfectly, an inescapable prison, not that she'd be able to free herself. Soon she wouldn't want to. The computer screen displayed current signs, thought patterns, vitals, statistics that would make her flush if others were to know. Strokes of the keyboard began rewirting. Sexual desires increased. Sensitivity amplified. Common sense reduced. Obedience enhanced. Adjustments, tweaks, all to sculpt her more and more into their creation, their plaything. Stimulation would enhance implantation, of course, and matters would be arranged. A stroke of the keys, an intoned, "process beginning." Pink light flared in the visor, lips parting. Images, fantasies, erotic sensations, they all bombarded her open, pliant mind, blasting past defenses even as the stimulation of her body began. They'd continue the process until orgasm, knowing that to the be the key moment of full implantation, of beginning the necessary rewiring.


Womb Tattoo
  • Overview: a magical insignia inscribed upon the body either via ink, branding, magic, or even technology. It's generally represented as a heart placed directly over the womb, with stylized, usually jagged, spirals extending out like wings. The insignia often glows, usually pink, particularly when the magic is being enacted.
  • Origins: magical
  • Emphasis: magic, breeding, corruption, heat, intensity beyond the natural
  • The trembling hand continued drawing the enchanted ink across pale skin. The black lines must be drawn precisely upon the body, must be angled just so, must align to best allow for the flow of magical energy. As if doing this weren't nervewracking enough, knowing that proximity and accuracy would make it better, stronger, only screamed for more perfection. The symbol would forever mar this otherwise pristine, perfect flesh. It would speak to her new condition, flare as desire and magic worked their will upon her. How could she possibly resist with womb and mind working in perfect concert against her, betraying her true thoughts and body? The chanted words must come next, breathed with utmost accuracy. Magic poured forth, seeping in. The black symbols glew pink around the edges, looking white hot, forbidden magic cacascading along her. Soon it would eclipse, would climax, pink flaring in the center and driving straight into the core. The magic cascaded, crackled, and soon it would be done, that first step toward truly making her into the erotic being she was always meant to become
The App
  • Overview: a hentai standard, this involves an app on the phone controlling the female. Often with some sort of controlling interface
  • Origins: technology, maybe with some magic
  • Emphasis: convenience, accessibility, stats and tracking
  • A flash of the screen, then the phone had to be held still, of course. Not for long: the modern day mind controller had things to do, things generally being targets and victims. Soon a picture of said victim would appear in the app. Basic statistics flooded through: sexual preferences, current crushes, etc. The app promised all sorts of upgrades and deals, a two for one offer popping up almost as soon as it began. Sliders would allow for ease of manipulation. It would be a sloppy process, hardly surgical or precise, but just think of the convience. Slide things around, make some fine adjustments. A drop-down menu provided several different options and basic programs to explore, all in an easy to use app! Just hit confirm to begin the process now.
Direct Contact
  • Overview: a being or device enters the female's head, usually via the ear, and manipulates the brain directly through stimulation.
  • Origins: biological or mechanical
  • Emphasis: biology, direct manipulation, literal mind fucking
  • Tendrils slid along ears, burrowing into her. Sedated as she was, she barely twitched, body spasming. By now consciousness hardly mattered. In fact, it somtimes proved better if the victim's mind was currently active. It would allow her to realize what was being done, to fully experience the changes in real time. The tendrils drilled passed the ears, snaking further into the body. With practiced precision they wound and wriggled their way through. It was a slow process, meticulous. Precise navigation and manipulation would be necessary to not cause undue results. This would not be the hack jobs of those others, oh no, not for this one. The tendrils would reach the brain directly, would begin exploring the very center of those thoughts and minds. Directly manipulate, stimulate, start hampering certain pathways while enhancing and encouraging others. Perhaps enjoy a little while there, truly fog the mind and senses.



Characters
The following are the various girls I'm interested in, usually with an image attached (because I have several and love the images). If you're not as into that, then we can avoid it. I'm looking for them to be played fairly close to canonical personally and physically, but there's obviously room for some interpretation. I'll be including a few plot snippets/directions underneath each as potential directions to head and explore. Basically just pick a girl or girls of interest, start with a snippet or direction, and go from there!

I'm also going to be fine with some possible mixing and matching or flipping. I am mostly wanting to stick to canonical representations and worlds (a good enough plot might convince me otherwise).

Listed vaguely in order of most desired, but that's flexible.

Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)
  • A new professor comes to Hogwarts, specializing in magi-tech. Hermione ends up one of his favorites, sure to earn lots of points.
  • A Slytherin student develops magi-tech to take out Gryffindor's brightest star.
  • Rumors of a new Forbidden Spell that inflicts a womb tattoo upon unsuspecting witches circulated. One night, while Hermione is asleep, someone sneaks from the restricted section to take advantage.
  • While championing House Elf rights, Hermione is asked to participate in a special ritual that will make her an "honorary elf."
Zelda (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
  • Purah, or another like minded individual, has developed a unique set of tech based off Ancient technology. Best to test it on the princess, of course!
  • The Yiga utilize ancient technology to bend one of their greatest enemies to their will.
  • While exploring, Zelda stumbles upon a strange Guardian protector. It activates, subduing her and scanning her mind. Upon realizing the new world, it develops a new objective.
  • Curious about a race of creatures, Zelda agrees to participate in a secret ritual, almost giggling as they paint a weird symbol on her lower stomach.

Supergirl (DC Comics)
  • Kara's investigating a new supposed spa treatment, not realizing it's an establishment for brain-washing.
  • Lex Luthor decides the best way to get back at Kyptonians is through special technology.
  • A common crook gets their hands on some dangerous tech, using it not only to control one of the strongest, but to thoroughly enjoy her.
  • An alien species invades earth, looking to latch onto and control the strongest breeders.

Revy (Black Lagoon)
  • Revy pisses off the wrong person, who gets their hands on a unique headset that will help.
  • Needing some quick cash, Revy agrees to this weird sex thing Rowan offers, not realizing there's training involved first.
  • A black market app shows up on a rival's phone
  • A group of sex trafficers get the drop on Revy, and decide to convert her to new merchandise.
Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen (Spider-Verse/Marvel)
  • Gwen hears about a lot of girls going missing at a club, so she goes undercover to investigate.
  • Having defeated Spider-Gwen in a fight, a variant of Dr. Octopus has a unique way of making sure she doesn't fight again.
  • A leaked app winds up on the wrong student's phone; he targets hottie Gwen Stacy, not realizing he's snagging a superhero in the bargin.
  • An alien species invades earth, looking to latch onto and control the strongest breeders.
Yuna (Final Fantasy X/X-2)
  • The Gullwings are hired to test some new Al-Bhed tech. Yuna is asked to put on a headset to see some particularly interesting spheres.
  • A new Al-Bhed machina goes berserk, attacking Yuna.
  • The Ronso have gotten their hands on the Gullwings, or at least Yuna. While she slumbers, they put her through an ancient ritual to enscribe her with the womb tattoo
  • A new creature is appearing out of the dark places in the Calm Lands. When Yuna goes to investigate, she discovers just how interested it is.
Korra (The Legend of Korra)
  • Frustrated at the current Avatar's behavior, the White Lotus decide to use ancient rituals to control her.
  • Anti-Avatar terrorists discover a unique, edgy technology and decide to use it on Korra
Luna Snow (Marvel)
  • I honestly know nothing about this character, but her design and history are hot, so I'm including her.

Marnie (Pokemon Sword/Shield)
  • A new app supposedly lets a trainer get closer to their Pokemon, so Marnie asks someone to use it on her, not realizing The Consequences
  • Team Rocket infiltrates Galar and is incredibly disappointed to find out what Team Yell is really all about. Fortunately they have the technology to change the figurehead to make Yell more like Rocket
Tifa Lockheart (Final Fantasy VII)
  • In order to be considered for one of Don Corneo's honeybees, there's some unique training you have to go through first.
  • A Shinra employee/executive decides the best way to get Tifa out of the picture is by utilizing some new Mako-tech.
Wonder Woman (DC Comics)
  • Lex, or some other suitably powerful
  • An alien species invades earth, looking to latch onto and control the strongest breeders.
Batgirl (DC Comics)
  • While searching for a new set of dangerous criminals, Batgirl accidentally activates a hypno-hack back. They trace the hack to her, then hook her up to a device to finish.


In general, if you see this, it means I'm interested in playing. I'm fairly on top of things when I'm highly interested and on, and am definitely looking for more RPs. If you really want to impress me, mention your own favorite mind control stuff (or talk about the ones I mentioned) or talk about kinks that are definitely emphasized either in this thread or my f-list.


I promise to get back to anyone who shows a genuine interest and willingness to plot with me, and I hope to get something together. If I flake out, I promise to at least put up a status letting you know, but I should be good for the short term at the very least.​
 
God I wish I was wearing cuter panties.


It was a stupid, stupid thought to be having right now, but it felt like all her stupidest thoughts were chasing each other around in her head. Her lips still had that almost buzzing from the kissing, the actual, real, not-in-a-dream kissing they'd just finished. Her breath still came in short, almost needy little pants. Her shirt rose just enough to show some of her stomach, while her best friend in the world, who she'd grown up with, lowered her shorts while looking up at her. Their eyes met, causing another little twinge in her lower belly. how many times had she dreamt something like this? That suddenly that crooked smile would tilt her way, that those eyes would flash with feelings, that she'd kiss those lips.


Now it was happening. Her shorts were off. Cute panties with little cartoon bunnies, some winking, some seeming to smile, bared to the world. Her trembling thighs tried to close, but her friend kept them open. "I know they're, like, stupid and---" she began, only for those interrupted words, so perfect, calling her cute, but not in that usual way. You didn't usually call your friend cute then run your fingers along the waistband of their underwear. It made her breath catch, another flush coming over her face. This was real. This was happening. She was finally going to have lesbian sex! With her best friend! Who she'd had a crush on for... for years! Who... was currently not looking at her for some reason.


Worry bunched her brows for a bit, until she followed the gaze. Oh, right. This wasn't... wasn't just for them. It was for the camera, the audience. She flushed again, fighting the urge to cover her face with her hands. The camera and money, that was why they were doing it. Right. She looked back to her friend, trying to tell herself that, but as those lips descended to just above her waistband, she couldn't help but let out of a soft little gasp.


Nothing said she couldn't enjoy it anyway, right?



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Introduction

Greetings Bluemoon, I am darkest_fate, in case the username wasn't hint enough. I generally go by Fate, with the other part being an adjective I used to get a unique name and sort of be a weird statement about how I'm using this account for adult RPing (which I've been doing for quite a while now). As the title and little snippet above indicates, this thread is all about setting up a sort of playful, but still very much sexy RP. The main idea is sort of spinning off several of those cute, amateur camshows that show up. You probably know the ones, where giggling teenage girls spend about half the time talking about nothing or typing into the computer and half the time kissing and fucking one another. They usually ride right on that line between being hot enough to melt and adorable enough to squee.

What I'd like to do is construct some RPs around that concept. Two females and/or non-binaries, cis or trans, have decided that they want to make teasing adult videos for whatever reason. Maybe they desperately need money. Maybe they're already streaming and this is a way to up their revenue. Maybe they need to pay for college. Maybe one or both need or want to feel actually sexy for a change. Regardless, the situation arises where they and a partner are performing these little cam shows for their audience.

While I obviously want to write said shows, I'd also like to explore the relationship that develops because and around them. So the girls have to figure out what their audience wants, what gets money, go out and navigate a relationship that starts as a purely mercenary endeavor. I'd prefer for the two girls to at least start liking each other, but I'm flexible in that regard. Ideally a relationship of some kind develops, whether that be a "friends with benefits" or a "deep romance" or even some sort of strange rivalry. I'm flexible in that regard, though in general, I'd like this to remain more lighthearted (sorry to some of my usual partners and/or people who read the "darkest" part of my name).

Basically I want to write a cute, sexy story involving two girls/non-binaries having fun while possibly earning money and/or fleecing people through the internet.


"Thanks for the compliment, but we both know I look as silly as I do hot," she insisted, adjusting the cat ear headband pushing back her hair. She'd already applied some of the basic cat-makeup, mostly drawing whiskers around her freckles. The lingerie, purchased by their viewing audience, felt way too frilly and girly for her usual stuff, but they'd bought it specifically for her and specifically for this stupid stream. She adjusted the weird kitty gloves, again feeling the temptation to point out that she couldn't exactly finger her partner while wearing these. Obviously the fans were more interested in seeing her look like a catgirl than they were in her being able to actually initiate like usual. Or maybe they wanted to see the confident one put in a less confident position. She'd read the stuff; some of their fans thought it would make her look cute.


Mostly she felt stupid. This was a dumb way to make money. If it didn't make bank like crazy and if... if it didn't feel fucking amazing this would totally be a quit moment for her. Instead, she reached for the last part, holding it in her hand like it was going to bite her. For the most part, it just looked like a totally normal cats' tail. Long, it matched the color of the ears perfectly, and could even be posed a little. It extended a few feet, looking almost perfect for her body. Yeah, that part wasn't the problem.


It was the little plug on the end.


"Okay, so," she bit her lip then licked it, "I'm going to need your help with this part, because, ah, it goes," she shifted, as if they couldn't guess exactly where a plug like that went, "you know where it goes," She had to be bright red. "I have some lube and I did a---cleaning last night, so it should be all good back there but, ah," could she turn darker red? She had to be. She looked to her partner, than back at the thing. "I need you to... to help put it in."


Because inserting a tail into her ass was the embarrassing part of this whole weird life they were living. Apparently.



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Details


  • As stated in the intro, I go by Fate on the site. I've been RPing for decades; been on this site for quite a while, and I love writing and RPing enough that I just keep coming back to it. To maintain my fun hobbies, I work as an online English instructor (I have a doctorate in English with an emphasis on queer studies), substitute teacher, and write YA fiction.
  • I don't care about your RL gender. If you're comfortable writing a female or a non-binary, then we're going to be fine.
  • The main goal of this RP is to write almost fluffy lesbian erotica with a mix of both fun erotic scenes and the whole life around them, just in case that wasn't clear.
  • I'm leaning toward just using written description for the characters. I have (entirely too much) art, both realistic enough to pass for RL and more anime-centric. I just want to focus on writing for this.
  • I'm envisioning this RP to mostly involve younger characters, likely between 18-26 or so. I do have some plots involving older characters, but I won't go younger (the main idea involves them being recorded and live-streaming, and I've no interest in child porn, thanks).
  • Preference for PM or thread for the RP. I can be talked onto Discord, but you'd better come in hot.
  • I am quite accepting of kinks and love to meet my partners' preferences. Most of the ones I "insist" on are pretty easy to deal with. f-list is here.
    • My main kink is actually clothing. I like it described and like it when characters engage in sexual activity while still wearing stuff. That really extends to "ownership clothing," which in a situation like this is probably less overt stuff like collars and more like jewelry or wearing a partner's clothes. (With this one in particular, I will lean heavily into this aspect, with some stuff on selecting cute outfits, swapping clothes, etc.)
    • With this RP I'd also like to focus on what I call "awakening." Basically it takes some of the stuff from the standard corruption and spins it. So a girl isn't all that sexually active or out there, fairly innocent on the whole, but through exposure to sex starts to change. She becomes more outgoing and feels better about herself, essentially turning this into an empowering experience that results in obvious change.
    • Faves are things I lean into or generally want to include, but don't mandate in every RP (some of them outright contradict)
    • Yeses are things that I'm fine if they show up or will include naturally so long as my partners are okay with it
    • Maybes are things that I'd likely include in passing in a RP but wouldn't probably want a focus on.
    • Nos are pretty standard.
  • I can be quite active and highly responsive, particularly when I'm excited about a RP. However, I've had a tendency to slip more and more lately. I at least put up an announcement if I won't be responding for a while. Patience is great though
  • I have repetitive strain in both my arms, which means that sometimes they lock up or get too painful to write, so I may take a sudden break
  • As this shows, I can write a lot. I prefer not to have massive novellas, as at that point you're usually writing past each other, but I do like there to be description (particularly with sex).
  • If you PM me with only a few sentences or less, I'm going to ignore you. If you start drifting toward that during plotting, I'm going to lose interest. I see planning as a good test for how well we'll do as RP partners, and a lack of content isn't a great sign (look at this fucking thread; if you see this much, what makes you think a "I wanna fuck this bitch" line is going to work?)

"Right, so I'm gonna fuck her with this strap-on," she said, adjusting her grip on her partner's waist. One hand held her, rubbing a bit to keep her steady, while the other took hold of the toy and started running it up and down the already wet sex. Sure, they'd talked about this, figuring that it would earn them an absolute treasure of tips and all. But talking about it and actually doing it were two different things. That was part of why she was now making such a big show of things. They'd agreed and all, but if her partner wanted to back out, she wanted to leave her plenty of time to do so. They'd picked the toy out together too, but picking it out and actually feeling it against you were two totally different things.


And fuck it: they'd stop right there if needed. She could try faking it, but that felt wrong. And since she'd already fingered her partner to a near orgasm, it wasn't like their viewers were losing money or something along those lines. Her partner's feelings mattered way more than the money. And no, she didn't want to think about that. Or how she felt flutters of excitement in her lower belly as she lined up the toy. Or how she could see the wiggling of her partner's cute little ass. Or how they both were struggling to look at the camera and play things up instead of you know, fucking each other. Fuck, had she caught feelings? Fuck.


Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.


"here we go," she rasped, pretending like the strain in her voice wasn't arousal and possibly something more. She lined her hips and started moving forward. Gently. Slowly, shivering as she watched the head pierce her partner's sex, her own insides tightening up in a near frenzy as she couldn't quite suppress her own moan, body shivering in anticipation and lust.






Scenarios and Setups
basically these are sort of plot starters that will hopefully fully clarify and give us some direction. I'll probably give them cute names, but don't feel you have to use those if you don't want.



  • Another Kind of Streaming - one girl is already a streamer of some kind, likely video games, but possibly something else. She gets some attention, but when she playfully mentions that, yeah, she wouldn't mind kissing a girl on screen, she suddenly gets a burst of tips. That gives her some ideas.
    • Variant First Time Failure - she wants nothing more in the world than to be successful at streaming. She went out on a limb to buy the equipment and get a cool setup going. But when she starts, she's getting absolutely no traction. Enter the other girl, who comes onto screen for whatever reason. The chemistry is noticeable, and when they kiss and the tips come in, it goes further.
    • Variant (Step)-Mom: - girl is streaming, when (step)mom comes in to do laundry or clean up. Mom asks about the comments, only to notice that a lot of people are calling her hot and making suggestions. Things unravel from there.
    • Variant (Step)-Sister - streaming like usual, she's just having fun when her playful sister, who likely doesn't know anything about what her sister does, bounds in. Sister is very physically affectionate, hugging and then kissing on the cheek. When it's revealed the fans are into it, they decide to play things up.
  • You're My Best Friend! - a girl is desperate for money for whatever reason. College, debt, medical bills, life. She knows that she could probably start an OnlyFans or whatever, but she's utterly terrified of doing it alone. She knows it's bordering on emotional blackmail, but surely her friend would be interested, right?
    • Variant - Let me Guest! - a girl knows her best friend is already doing some adult streaming. Desperate for money, she asks to be let on to guest, knowing full well what she's signing on for.
  • You left the Camera On!? - a girl has her webcam setup and is doing some sort of video chat. Maybe she's streaming or participating in a livestream, maybe it's even some sort of private meeting (like a DnD session or the like). During it, another girl she knows comes in, playfully flirting. The flirting turns to kissing turns to more, and soon they're all but fucking each other, and it's only after a few climaxes that the girl remembers that she forgot to turn the camera on.
  • Streaming Collab - the girl is already a fairly successful streamer. Not major, but enough to do alright. She gets an invite to do a collab with a slightly more popular streamer, not quite realizing what she's signing up for. Now her fans and thrilled and she's wrapped up in something quite interesting indeed.
  • Some Good Fucking Weed - the two girls are playing around online with some sort of chat roulette or something, when one pulls out a new strain of weed (or other similar drug). The two have fun with it, and it loosens their inhibitions enough that they start getting physical with one another, despite not fully realizing it. When they come out of it the next morning, they realize that their little funtime not only paid for the weed but got them some money to spare.
  • Do it Right - a socially conscious coed needs money for whatever reason, and knows adult shoots are the way to go. She decides to reach out to a known queer social activist at her school, asking them to sit and sort of supervise so she doesn't do anything dumb. The fans note some potential chemistry and/or get the wrong idea about the observer, and things unravel from there.
  • Challenge Time - two girls are fucking around on TikTok or the like when they run across a new sort of challenge. It essentially involves a pair doing various things together, essentially playing chicken. It turns out to go very sexual pretty quickly, but they're worked up, on board, and want to prove they can hack it.
  • Bondage Safety - a girl is fairly interested in BDSM, or at least the B part. After reading some tips online, she decides to try some self bondage, adding a little recording element. She doesn't plan on going live, but it's to fulfill a sort of exhibition like kink or add some danger. However, she didn't anticipate getting stuck, and having her friend/roommate/sibling/mom come in...







Her hips ground down on her step-sister's, almost mashing that cute little ass into the bed. She had those arms in her hands, all but slamming them above their heads into the headboard. Her lips attacked with a hunger she'd rarely experienced. It should feel off, disgusting. They may not be related, but they'd grown up together. They called the same woman "mom." They'd been naked in front of each other a few times on accident. Hell, they'd slept together on a few family trips. It should not be exciting to kiss this hard and rub together like they were auditioning for some stupid reality porno.


Yet that didn't stop her from moaning around the kiss. From opening her mouth, prying open the girl she'd known for so long. From having her tongue snake out, flicking at her sister's, coaxing it into life. It wasn't like this went only one way. There were a few moans and noises that sounded a bit like protests, but they weren't a "no" and they definitely weren't a stop or anything else. The lips moved with hers. The hips ground back up against her. Hell, her sister had been to one to strip off the panties, not her. As if to further confirm that this was going to happen, those legs moved up and then hooked at her hips, pulling her closer together.


Groaning, the kiss deepened, letting the legs drag hips. Her lips slipped, partly on accident, partly to get a breath, with a "fuck" leaving." She dared a glimpse down, wanting to see those pretty eyes looking back up at her, to see that confirmation. She'd barely looked before her sister lunged upward, kissing back, almost knocking their teeth together from the impact. Another moan rumbled up from beneath as she shifted, realizing that the girl below her moved in time, wanted this at least as much as she did. They were doing this. They were going to do this.






If you got to this point, you're either interested or were mesmerized by my thread constructing abilities (it's essentially a template; feel free to steal it. I'll be flattered).


If you see this thread, it means I'm likely interested in the RP. This idea has actually been bouncing around in my head for a while, and I've been really wanting to hammer it into a thread and want to RP it even more. If you're interested, please send me a PM with some ideas and directions to go. I'd love to work something out and I really want htis idea in particular to succeed. I want to write something that's sexy, sort of lighthearted, and has something resembling a plot. Blame all the romantasy books I've been reading lately.


Anyway, good luck, and good RPing!​



This should be the easy part, or mostly the easy part. They'd kissed, and it had felt... good. Not surprisingly, girls turned out to be softer than boys and kissing another girl felt, kinda nice, really. She could still feel that fluttering in her lower stomach and any last bits of wonder on whether or not she was bi or gay had pretty much left by the time they'd had to all but pry away from one another, and that had mostly been because the chat dinged away like the bunch of horny idiots they were. So now they just needed to... do stuff.

She bit her lip, shifting her hips. They'd opted to leave their panties on, both out of a sort of mutual embarrassment/comfort and because it would give their audience a tip bonus. Hit three hundred coins and we'll take off those panties! Again she couldn't help but feel like her friend had way sexier panties than her, which made her feel even less prepared for this part. Why had they decided she had to be on top? Hadn't they just sort of moved this way. "I think we just, um, shift... like this," she tried moving her hips, feeling her friend beneath her. A little jolt told her she'd at least gotten something right, with just the right sort of movement.

"I swear I've done this before," she mumbled, reaching up to put some hair behind an ear. "Well, not this, but, like, humping someone," she rolled her hips again, trying to figure out if there was an angle or something. Plus the camera meant she had to make it hot. Maybe she was supposed to actually scissor instead of this sort of missionary thing they had going? But if they moved wouldn't that just make things more awkward? She shifted again, rubbing her hips down, pushing, adding a bit of pressure. "Maybe we should kiss some more?" she offered, fighting the urge to add that at least that part had been comfortable. But they weren't just getting paid to kiss. Well, maybe they would, but they'd have to be into it and they were still getting a rhythm down, obviously.

Maybe if she just shifted her hips to angle and sort of press down like there was a cock there even though there wasn't (and she was kinda glad for that, guys got weird when you got to this point)... just a bit of shifting and... and this was mostly feeling awkward. Who was going to think this was hot? Who was going to pay to watch some idiot sway her hips like this? Ugh, she was definitely messing this up! And probably overthinking it too. But now she was thinking about how she was overthinking which was just helping so much.













This is happening! This is actually happening! Not a dream, not some joke, but actual real life realness! The thought chases itself around in my head as I can't help but moan into a kiss. My best friend in the world, the girl I've seen grow into this absolute knockout that made me realize that I was even into girls has her lips on mine. I didn't trick her or do anything weird, just playfully suggested she should give me a little kiss as a reward for being an awesome friend and having an excellently timed gift. Okay, yeah, she might be a little emotionally vulnerable right now, but if that's what it took for this, I think I'm willing to let that happen.

My hands go around her hips, a motion not too unfamiliar to me. She's always been physically affectionate, with the hugs and the glomps and all that. Fuck, we'd cuddled asleep next to each other before (which is all kinds of fun once you realized that there's a pair of boobs you want to touch pressed against your back). Still, this is different. This time her hips shift a little, and I can't quite believe it. That fire in my lower belly flares as I let out a little pleased giggle into the kiss. She likes me! Well, obviously she likes me, but, like, she likes me in a "I wanna fuck this girl" sort of way. Her hips roll again and my fingers slide underneath her baggy shirt. They slide back and grab her ass tightly as I giggle again.

I deepen the kiss, trying to lean up, which is a bit awkward. She can easily tug up my shirt if she wants, and I'm trying not to feel petrified about what I've got underneath. I try almost pushing against her, desperate to get as much as I can out of this before she changes her mind or this stops or who knows what happens. I even try opening my mouth a bit, my horniness overtaking remaining sense and all. My tongue just teases, but honestly I'm almost afraid to go further. This kiss, all this softness and the light taste of the energy drinks we'd just been drinking mixed with what may be lip balm or something. I just kind of want to keep kissing her for as long as possible. Though I realize she's not protesting the ass-grab, so I may dig in just a bit. She's got an ass for grabbing, after all, and again, I'm getting more and more aroused as we keep going.

Fuck, I hope we keep going.​











There was always this near "out of body" experience feeling whenever she streamed on camera anyway. She spent so much time adjusting feeds and lighting, fielding people's requests, cracking jokes, let alone actually focusing on the game and stuff itself, that it felt almost like she was playing or watching someone else on camera instead of herself. Probably didn't help that sometimes she seriously thought she looked cuter on camera than in person. Apparently she wasn't the only one who thought that, with how the comments had been going, and how things were going now. Thinking your step-mom was kind of hot was one thing. Having her saunter toward you while wearing an old band tee shirt worn so thin it looked like her breasts were about to pop out and a pair of panties was something else.

Her mom, step-mom, that step part was feeling really important right now wasn't just beautiful or hot; she was sexy. "Wow, oh, yeah, mo--yeah, you look, like hot," she managed to stammer. She already had issues with near "gay panic" around hot girls as is, since she sometimes felt like a fake bisexual, what with the lack of actual girlfriends in her dating history. That was a combo of mostly panicking whenever it came to asking a girl out and this oh so fun tongue tied thing. Put that with the whole fact that she kept wanting to call her step-mom, well, mom, and this had some weird levels of hot and sexy going on that were making her head spin.

A few pings from chat distracted her, and reflex kicked in. She leaned over, flicking through, almost bursting out laughing at a comment. She looked over her shoulder, "They're saying I should straight up call you 'mommy,'" she said, fighting another snort, "and there are, like, way too many comments about your breasts," she looked back, almost frowning, "seriously guys, I know I'm not really all that blessed in the boob department, but you're acting like you've never---" she paused, feeling that other presence on the bed, "seen---" feeling that presence get closer, "---boobs---" the word came out right as hands took hold of her more modest chest, pulling her back. Her eyes went wide and she looked up, seeing this incredibly hot woman who bared a remarkable resemblance to the apparently bisexual woman who'd all but raised her looking down. Said woman tilted her chin up.

And they kissed.
And she melted.






She was being so adorable it was hard not to laugh. She sort of lapsed into that confident smirk that usually resulted in panties dropping, but her bubbly little "costar" was already turning away, lifting her cute little butt into the air as she checked the chat. Did she seriously not realize how cute this was making her look? Like, that butt was practically in her face now, wiggling a little almost absently, with the Victoria's Secret band all too visible. From this angle, you could see that she hadn't opted for a bra, instead just relying on the loose t-shirt that clearly belonged to an old boyfriend or brother, if the size was any indication. She hardly looked dressed to tantalize at all, which is probably why it took so much resistance not to just grab her.

Then came that chirping comment about how people said they looked good together, and she couldn't quite resist. She carefully threaded an arm around that waist and pulled back. Her butt hit the sheets, bouncing a bit, and the laptop nearly went flying, but it got her partner right where she wanted her: in her lap. She ran her hands along that cute little tummy, dragging along the flesh, almost teasing. "Relax," she all but purred, leaning over to gently nip an ear, a gesture she knew damn well resulted in the opposite of relaxing from most people. A following kiss to the jaw probably wouldn't help, nor would her hands gliding along those hips. Fuck, but this girl felt soft. This cute little, hyper-feminine female who was about as straight as spaghetti (i.e. right up until she got wet) was practically scrumptious, from her whole "I want to make sure I'm respecting the queer community" to wearing the straightest of straight girl clothes.

"This is what they're paying for,' she said, loud enough for the camera, before moving for another kiss, "they want to see two pretty girls fool around," she kissed up to the ear, adding another nip, purposefully catching that earring. A quick lick, and she whispered into the ear after. "They want to know they're seeing your real first time. So turn those pretty eyes toward the camera and tell them," It was a bit of a command, but she could tell that's what needed to be said. She couldn't quite say it, at least in part because she was slightly pulling that large shirt off a shoulder to kiss bared skin, smiling as she saw the bikini tan. Someone hadn't lost their summer color yet.

Those hands teased the waist, not quite dipping, nor rising, despite her urge to do both. "Remember, marshmallow," she whispered the silly agreed upon safe word before hand. Given that this was a performance, they couldn't use the whole regular "stop" thing because that could sound hot on camera. Plus this was one of those whole steps and trust. Not that this was some start to a BDSM relationship (even if she could dominate a girl like crazy), but still. More kissing soon followed, sort of relaxing while revving up. Hell, they didn't even need to actually do much. Though she was tempted to see how far she could get before those sweet words passed lips. For now, she kissed her way down the cheek, enticing toward a kiss back, if someone felt so inclined
 
At first glance, it likely looked like any other "anonymous" meeting. Folded chairs had been set up in a sad little circle. Someone had set up a table, on which were a couple of boxes of donuts and a water cooler, along with paper napkins and cups. The place looked and felt clean, sure, but almost in a sterile sort of way. It probably didn't help that they were tucked away in a side room of the local community center. For most of those there, being tucked away probably wouldn't be an entirely new experience for them. Some may even feel some relief in that.


Which may be odd, seeing as when you looked further, nearly everyone there looked remarkably attractive. For some reason, that always seemed to happen with these meetings, the circumstances themselves naturally selecting people who just happened to be physically appealing. Yet it wasn't even just the physical attractiveness: many had this aura, an almost sexual draw. One leggy female, looking just out of her teens, kept running her hand along her lower belly while she looked nervously around the room. A curvy young woman eyed up nearly everyone there, one moment licking her lips, the next looking down as if embarrassed. One girl who couldn't be more than eighteen wore an actual collar around her neck, and she nervously fiddled with it.


A man in his mid-twenties, ostensibly the one responsible for leading this, called out to everyone. "Time to gather up in the seats, if, ah, you're cool with sitting down. No judgment if you want to stand for whatever reason," Mr. Rolla as he was known on the flyer ran his hand through his shaggy hair. While he, too, looked fairly handsome, he didn't seem quite as twitchy as many of the others. Fun how even something like a seating arrangement could get tricky in this. Collar girl sat next down to this burly guy who tried a shy smile, and as soon as he did, she shot up and sat a few seats away, mumbling an apology. At least one couple sat next to each other, reaching and holding one another's hands.
Rolla cleared his throat. "Right, well, we should probably get started. My name is Ezekial Rolla. I was, ah, the 'disciple,'" he used air quotes, "of Hezekiah the Groper, and this... this is Hentai Survivors Anonymous."



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Introduction and Overview


So I'm not sure this idea is going to work. I know that's a great way to start off a request thread, but I wanted to get it out there. This is based off an idea I had that I thought would make for an interesting erotic based RP. The basic premise is kinda simple, as the above little imagined setup (though a real starting post from me would likely be longer) entails. I would like to write with/as a character who survived your basic hentai/doujin/porn story.

You know the ones I'm talking about. Those erotic tales where a girl's pleasure senses are amped up 100x normal sensation, where a guy is given a literal monster dick or hyper fertility. Where a seemingly normal girl was trained as a pervert's sex pet. Every once in a while, those hentai or doujin have almost what seems like happy endings. People are saved from their situations, or seem to reach some sort of acceptance of it, and attempt to move on with their lives.

What I want to do is therefore write a burgeoning relationship developing from at least one character like that. While the setup and the sort of overview do read like they'd probably almost lead to a sort of trauma based, almost dark RP, I'd like to lean out of that. While that's probably going to be part of it to some degree, what I'm most interested in is how they turn their situation around. I want a scenario where a girl, say, still wants to be immobilized and tied up for sex, but with someone she trusts who will stop if she gives the safe word. I want a RP where the magical girl with a fetish for monsters finds someone willing to, say, use various Bad Dragon strap-ons on her, or even turn into a monster themselves. Basically having those usually intense fetishes, kinks, and scenarios in a situation where someone is still trying to have a better or successful life.

I'm less interested in a sort of even sketched out plot here than having the characters interact with one another. The focus would be split between writing hot scenes that use these fetishes almost to help the characters, and having them build a relationship with someone who either finds those kinks hot or wants to help them work through it, be that a fuck-buddy, a fellow survivor (which could be quite interesting indeed) or a romantic partner of some kind. Think of it almost as hentai like porn and smut, but with the almost romantic, wholesome fluff and relationship building.

See why I wasn't sure it would work?


This didn't just feel good. Good was when she managed to tie herself up and put a vibrator on her, wriggling free after an orgasm or two. Good was kissing the guy and feeling him kiss back. Good was getting back to a normal life after that fucker tied her up as his "sex pet" for those years.


This though ,this felt amazing, this felt blissful, this felt almost mind melting. She couldn't fucking move at all, the heavy binders drawing her arms back, nearly threatening to pop them out of their sockets. Her legs were similarly yanked apart, heavily latched and chained to the bed. The cushions and safety measures that prevented them from digging into her skin felt this weird combination of comforting and almost arousing, particularly as she started bucking her hips. The vibrator had only been strapped to her for a few seconds, but just the fact that she couldn't move at all, that she had to have the toy thrubbing against her, it all felt absolutely amazing. It took her something like seconds to go from horny and scared to excited to aroused. Her hips jerked as she felt that too familiar pleasure rising within. It happened so fast that they probably couldn't have pulled off or stopped if they wanted, not that her body would.


See, echoed the voice in her mind, this is what you are. You're a needy little slut, aren't you? She felt drool gather around her mouth, where the ballgag covered her completely, adjusted just right so she could still breathe. The echoing voice wasn't her. He was here, this handsome guy who was now looking at her with... with worry. Fuck. She quickly made three rising pitch noises against the gag, making sure she was looking right at him. For a moment, she hung there, thing thrumming, that forced pleasure still casacading throuhg her, but he was there in a moment, yanking the gag out. "We need to stop," she said, breathily, already shaking her head, knowing he was either going to protest or read it wrong. She almost glared at him. "You're freaking out," she said, wriggling again, biting her lip as she felt him already moving to turn the toy off, fighting an irritated groan.


Fuck, but that had felt good. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She really couldn't get a decent guy to do this to her, could she?



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That Long and Rambling List of Details
  • I go by Fate on the site, with darkest being my adjective. Been on the site for fifteen something years with slightly more time writing the horny. When not writing erotica, I write YA fiction, game reviews, and work as an online instructor (and substitute teacher)
  • RL gender means nothing to me. You could be a cis-male, trans-female, erotica-writing alien, non-binary, or computer AI for all I care. So long as you feel comfortable writing in the scenario, we're good.
  • I write males, females, non-binaries, robots, pretty well anything and everything. It'll help to let me know what you're interested in writing as well.
  • I'm looking for RPs on either PM or thread. Letting me know your preference would be awesome and move things along.
  • As the structure, samples, and setup probably suggest, I'm on the literate side of things. I don't want huge novellas for posts, but I do like detail and all that good stuff. I also write more the more excited I am, both in plotting and in RP.
    • I'm also fine with either first person or third person, with whatever tense. I've done all of them and they're pluses and minuses. You'll see essentially samples in my little tidbits here.
  • This setup is meant to be this weird mix of kinky, sexy, serious, funny, and almost cathardic? I do want to explore our characters, but I don't want to wallow in suffering. The idea is for our characters to be enjoying themselves. Basically think of mixing some of the odder kinks and/or hardcore stuff with more fluffy situations, and you'd have a good idea.
  • I am quite accepting of kinks and love to meet my partners' preferences. Most of the ones I "insist" on are pretty easy to deal with. f-list is here.
  • All characters should be 18+
    • Any past sexual experiences should also be within BM's rules and guidelines; tempted to just suggest that they should have happened at 18+ anyway
  • I can be quite active and highly responsive, particularly when I'm excited about a RP. However, I've had a tendency to slip more and more lately. I at least put up an announcement if I won't be responding for a while. Patience is great though
    • I have repetitive strain in both my arms, which means that sometimes they lock up or get too painful to write, so I may take a sudden break
  • Feel free to send me a PM if you're interested. I don't have secret words or phrases or anything, but using my actual handle when addressing me (Fate), and coming in with some plot ideas and potential characters is gonna be great.





It felt almost surreal, hearing those words come out of the prim and proper student council president. He'd heard the rumors, sure, and she'd pretty well told him what this was going to be like. But hearing it and seeing it in action were two different things. She'd literally had him tear her shirt off, showing this pretty, frilly bra underneath, and had literally just all but demanded that he bruise her while fucking her. Despite her being very upfront, he still felt himself hesitating a moment, right up until he saw that momentary flash in those gorgeous eyes of hers. He couldn't read Sakura's mind, didn't know what she was really thinking, what that was about, but he was pretty sure he understood.


"That's right, I'm going to fuck you," he tried growling, feeling a bit like an idiot. He thought he saw her lips twitch too, but he lunged forward all the same. His hand grabbed onto her throat, being careful to place his fingers just right, hesitating for just a moment after to check. He gave it a slight squeeze, adding pressure, constantly looking at her eyes. "You like that, don't you, dirty...dirty slut," he almost flushed, feeling weird saying that. His other hand went to her skirt, sliding it upward while his fingers went down. "You're already wet for me, aren't you? That's because you're---you're a slut, you--" he paused, not because he felt silly (though he sort of did), but because he could swear she actually did feel wet. His fingers lingered for only a moment though.


He lowered his mouth as he did, seizing her lips in his. They'd kissed a few times in the past, little chaste thing, and he could almost feel Sakura holding back. Now though, he felt like he almost jammed his lips to hers, practically feeling their teeth connect. He gave her another of those moments, watching her, but his lips prised open hers. He let his tongue begin exploring while his fingers moved in time, as if he wanted nothing more than to take that pleasure from her. He realized as he went that he did, that this was definitely hot as hell, making that uncomfortable swelling in his pants all the more noticeable. He pressed his fingers against her pantie clad sex a little harder, rubbing up and down, feeling the heat and trying to sort of map her out, feel the best areas, watch for reactions. He pulled back, giving her another slight squeeze of the throat.


"That's it, Sakura," he whispered, moving to her ear, figuring he should try a quick nip. "You like that, don't you?"



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Very Loose Character Ideas
These are sort of just some priminary ideas for characters and their background/setup. Basically if you can think of an adult story and someone who would go through that, that's it, but here's some more specific ideas. (A lot of these are based on specific works I like, though I weirdly am not that interested in playing canonical characters for this. Maybe if the canon characters survived a fanfiction?)
  • Ninja (or other warrior) with entire body wired for sex
  • Magical Girl used to fucking the monster of the week
  • "Reformed" Succubus
  • Ex-bride of monsters
  • Restored queen of previously conquered nation
  • Released "Hucow" (human used for milking and fucking, fyi)
  • Daughter of demon king and heroine
  • Previously kidnapped ace who now seems distracted
  • Supernatural fighter with womb tattoo
  • Heroine who previously infiltrated exclusive brothel
  • Superheroine trained to get aroused while fighting
  • Superheroine who survived mad sex doctor
  • Girl trained as extreme bondage (NOT BDSM) slave
  • Student Council President trained as a sex-toy
  • Pervert Doctor's favorite nurse
  • Beauty who's partner broke up with her because of netorare
  • Girl with mind-control chip or leftover "programming"
  • Beauty with a size queen (or other) "implanted" fetish
  • Girl who used to do "compensated dating"
  • Single mother of a child whose father she doesn't know
  • Ex-conductor of a "sex train"
  • Alchemist previously trained in sex-alchemy
  • Ex-leader of a sex cult
  • Previously possessed by a sex pervert
  • Trainee of a "professional molester"
  • Guy with hyper-fertility
  • Guy with inflated, possible literal, monster cock
  • Lustful demi-human who switched sides
  • Father/daughter pair who were made to fuck each other


I sat there, Bad Dragon dildo still strapped between my legs, staring at the panting, curvy woman in front of me. I'd barely gotten her out of her panties when she'd cum, flushing in an almost adorable fashion. one look and you can see those rippling abs, the muscles, even some scars. This girl could probably kill me in twelve different ways. But she was also looking up at me with this expression of utter trust as I ran my hands along her sides. Those gasps, those moans, those little sighs of delight, they twisted my insides, made me ache to do things to this woman. She gave me another look, nodding. That little teasing command, that suggestion.


"If you're sure," I almost murmur, looking down at the almost vicious looking toy between my legs. Long, green, ribbed, the thing looks like it would almost literally fuck you up as much as fuck you. I grab its base, feeling the unwieldy, heavy thing. I shift slightly, trying to get into a better position. I've used strap-ons before; lots of girls liked them, needed them, especially those that were bi or trying to see if they even liked girls. I'm not sure an ex-special ninja or whatever she was counted as one of those, but already her sex puffed up and looked oh so ready for me. I shift and run the flared tip up and down, gathering more juices. The toy glistens with that lube I put on earlier, more out of fear of having to take something. But she's already trembling.


I take another breath and push my hips forward, watching, almost awestruck, as the toy pushes past those tight lips. I see it spreading her, delving deeper inside. The pressure pushes against me, a not unpleasant rubbing and a tension that's ramping me up further still. My thighs quiver, my hips almost just thrusting forward to see what happens. But I'm holding instead, waiting, muscles nearly trembling myself. She'd almost came from undressing earlier; what was this going to be like? Was she going to lose her mind? Would she trust me enough to do that?


I push just a little harder, trying not to look oh so eager to find out.








Ending Bit


I really want to do this idea. I think it's got the potential for some really hot smut and some really great plotting and character interactions. If you see this thread, it means I'm likely interested in RPing. I'll admit to not being super friendly outside of that, but I don't bite or anything. I leave that for the RP, if that's the interest.


Anyway, hope to get some responses! Really hope this idea works, as I think it could be really interesting and hot! I am now repeating myself so I'm gonna stop now.


...


Probably.​
 
Posted on the board in the middle of the prosperous town, one known for its adventurers and excitement is a fairly nice parchment. A firm hand has printed the notice in the Common tongue in black lettering, but an almost sparkling, dark blue writing in a much more feminine, some would say girly, hand has obviously defaced it.




Interested in Hiring Fucking Some (Hot) Adventurers?
Dragon need slaying?
(Sex) Dungeon need (s)exploring?
Caravan(Hot Piece|S| of Ass) need protecting fucking?
Call upon the Charitable Renegades!
No job dick is too big (no seriously)!
No monster (dick) too terrifying!
No (sexual) task too daunting!
Call upon the Charitable Renegades!
Our (Sexually) Talented of (Sexy) Adventurers are available (for fucking!)
Seek us out at the Starting Point Tavern (for a good time!)​



In case it wasn't apparent from the start, this request thread is all about DnD inspired erotic fun! I want to combine the more fun, roleplaying aspects that come with most DnD stuff with erotica and produce something enjoyable. The idea is to lean into some of the erotic tropes and trappings that often come with fantasy based erotica (and hentai), while still having some of that DnD adventure feel and stuff. I'm not super interested in precisely following DnD rules or guidelines, though I wouldn't say no if someone was interested in potentially exploring it. It's more about using the sort of framework and world building to make something new.

That's frequently what I do with DnD anyway, and I do have a fair bit of experience with it. I've been playing tabletop games for over twenty years now, with the last eight or so being very 5E Dungeons and Dragons focused. That includes both DMing and a lotta roleplaying. In addition I've clearly been on the site a while (look at my by now absolutely ancient starting time), and I have a lot of experience writing. Hell, I've even written some fantasy erotic novellas (really should get around to publishing those or something).

I've developed a sort of loose group of characters to form my own DnD party, the Charitable Renegades. The idea was to sort of combine what I like in characters in general with various tropes and trappings that I appreciate for erotic stuff too. I'm obviously here to write smutty scenes and have fun, but I find that it works best if there's at least some plot and character interaction. My femmes have a wide range, including trans characters, LGBT+ adventurers, and all sort of kinks and directions. I'm open to all kinds of pairings and setups, including straight, queer, monstrous, bestial, toys, and more. I prefer my smut to be rather on the intense side, but I'm game for that to be either consensual or slightly less so. That being said, I'm not usually super interested in super fluffy stuff if it's straight or hardcore rape in any fashion. Good writing, setup(s), and/or character(s) can change my stance on that some. (I'm also always up for more unusual and/or queer romances). Definitely want to focus on having fun and fantastical sex, taking advantage of the setting and possible worlds.

Again, DnD knowledge not required; if you at least understand the basic species and classes, then we can probably get something together!


Brief Overview Stuff
(if you feel lists are tedious and are pretty confident in getting things together, you can skip to the Renegades and the plot bunnies; this is just details. There's no hidden word or code or something, though I totally understand where people who ask for those are coming from!)
  • Strong preference for on-site RPing. Thread>PM>>>>>Discord is probably the order of preference.
  • Very flexible on gender pairings (my ideal partner would be up for writing both males and females, something I can provide in exchange if we want)
    • I do have transgender and openly queer characters; if you're not interested in engaging with or exploring that, then don't ask for RPs with those characters (there's like six Renegades, you can probably find a few that are of interest if you clicked on this)
  • Flexible with romance. I don't wanna pre-plan it too much, since we never know how characters will react. But I'm game for characters starting fucking for fun and finding things growing. (I'm very sex forward in sex; it's an adult RPing site, after all!)
  • I am quite kinky even by BM standards. I do have some kinks that I really like to lean into (clothing is a major one), but I'm pretty flexible in adapting to partner preferences, be it something more vanilla or a tad more extreme (I really like monsters and beasts, for example, and my plots and ideas would even potentially allow for those without the usual non-con/dub-con trappings). With a lot of these, I'm going to set it up so that the Renegades may even be actively looking for more kinky stuff (potion play, monsters, magical toys, threesomes or moresomes, etc.)
    • Fully up to date f-list is here.
    • I'm also going to include a quick blurb under each Renegade to give an idea of what they'd look and feel like post-fuck, which should give an idea for kinda what I"m aiming for.
  • I do require some substance to the posts, but I don't want novellas and I'm not a snob about it. Everyone's looking for their own thing, after all.
    • Seriously, if you look at this giant mass of text and don't figure that I like to write a lot...
  • Feel free to PM me for interest, but I am going to see your PM as a sort of tool to convince me to play with you. Having some more solid ideas, pairings I'd be interested in, apparent knowledge of my kinks and preferences is great.
    • I suffer from repetitive strain injuries in both my forearms. This means I sometimes absolutely have to take a break. I'm usually quite good at giving a heads up via a status, but it does mean that it can look like I'm ghosting.
    • I do not pressure partners regarding response time or availability. I work online most days, which puts me literally at a computer, but some days I sub at a public school (where writing spicy stuff is frowned upon).

The Charitable Renegades


This is my pre-made group of all female adventurers. Several of them are characters I've been writing with and have experience playing (Pine, Felicity, Tawny, and Nia), while others are newer (Xanthe and Renn), with a preference toward not having more than two or three involved in active sex scenes at the same time (we don't want massive posts, though if the RP's good, I'll still do it)
I can and will make some slight changes to fit stories, but a few of these characters are openly LGBT+; if that bugs you, then just avoid those characters.​



Nypine Sparkledust cis-female, gnome, Gunslinger Fighter
Physical Description:

Like all gnomes, Pine is definitely on the shorter side of things. She's a few inches over three foot tall, which most often puts her at eye level with most people's crotches. Fortunately thanks to some noticeable curves, you wouldn't mistake her for a child (in fact, Pine's into her twenties). The height and noticeable curves combine to create this fun tendency for people to crack jokes, insisting that she's "the perfect height for dick sucking" though Pine will sometimes tease about this even as she's pulling out a firearm to show them just how she plans on using them.

Her hair is cropped in a short, messy cut, brown with pink fringes (or sometimes just outright pink, depending on her mood). Her eyes are striking, with heterochromia blessing her with one almost turquoise colored eye while the other is a deep, striking blue, both standing out more thanks in some part to the gnomish tendency to being just a bit big on her face. Mix that with a generous dotting of freckles and there's a sort of cool older girl next door vibe.

Given her background as a fighter, Pine is definitely on the fit side. Her body is well toned and trim, though again there is a noticeable flare to her hips and she most definitely has a full grown woman's bust. Her ass is incredibly tight, bordering on fantastic, and Pine has no issues with wearing clinging leathers that showcase every bit of it. Her chest, on the other hand, is usually bound, even if it's not that large (proportions make it seem longer), though this is more for practical matters and Pine's not above unwrapping or unclasping her wrappings after a hard day's work, sometimes even doing so in public.

Pine's gear and kit speak to practicality, usually in rougher, more durable clothes, leaning on the whole dusty leather thing. She does have the long brimmed hat, though she'll be the first to point out it's mostly image, and perhaps a bit to keep the sun out of her eyes when aiming. The gnome has nothing against dressing up or anything, and will gladly do so if the job entails, but it's pretty much dressing for comfort all the way down (except that, again, the pants are perhaps a bit on the tight end).



Brief History:

Nypine Sparkledust was born in the usual community of tinkering gnomes and the like. Technically she was born in a slightly more remote clan that operated really close to halfling territory, so close that the children of both communities would often get together and play and grow alongside one another. That means that Pine would pick up some of the traditions and personality traits of her other small folk in addition to her own.

The environment was actually pretty loving and nurturing, despite what Pine may teasingly suggest form time to time. Her actual blood family was relatively large, since the usual killer of gnomes, accidents, were a bit less frequent thanks to all that halfling influence. Pine herself was the oldest of six children, and naturally took on the various responsibilities that would come with such a thing. She learned to master and corral not only her younger siblings, but most of the other gang that sort of drifted around the Sparkledust home.

in her spare time, Pine worked on her own projects. One day her family got their holds on some of the designs for the first rifles, and Pine found herself drawn to how they worked and operated. Her tinkering led to her improving the designs, tweaking them first to fit someone more her size and then adjusting them even further, coming up with a reliable pistol that worked pretty well. She grew to be quite impressive, even getting some calls from various locals.

One day Pine found herself using the guns herself, as a gang of mostly goblin bandits invaded her settlement. She proved quite adept in putting holes in goblin heads from a distance, enough that the handful of adventurers that had signed on to take care of them wondered if Pine wouldn't mind sticking around. The gnome initially objected, but her family, both extended and blood, essentially kicked her out, insisting that she was driving them stir crazy. In the time sense, Pine sort of became the de facto leader of the Charitable Renegades, as much as they have one.


Personality:

Pine is a real salt of the earth type. She's often calm and levelheaded, with a dry wit that she's not afraid to use even at the most inappropriate times, meaning she is almost certain to crack a smartass comment when outgunned or even in the middle of sex. She often uses her sarcasm and sense of humor to guide the Renegades as much as everything else. That being said, she's quite practical minded and practical, which often is invaluable when it comes to adventuring.

Her gnomish curiosity does get the better of her if firearms or something else in her interest pops up. Then Pine can't help but geek out, going into far too much detail about her hobby. She can and has prattled for nearly hours about the various merits of firearms and go on at length about how she's managed to tweak her own personal projects. It's likely that Pine's all too aware of the effect this has on people, but she either can't help herself or flat out does not care.

Pine's not above flirting and will almost certainly do so when drunk. Some part of her is intensely curious about the "taller" races, though she more often than not aims for partners that are more her size.


Sexual Experience/Inclinations:

Pine's had a decent amount of sexual partners. Growing up she was fairly close to a halfling that lived in her community, to the extent that everyone just assumed that the two would get married. Both the gnomes and halflings weren't shy about sex, so neither was Pine. She lost her virginity to him pretty young, and stuck with him for pretty well the duration of her time with the community. He wasn't keen on her leaving though, which put a pretty massive schism between them that Pine has no interest in revisiting or exploring.

Since then she's had perhaps a handful of partners. She isn't quite as active in looking as some members of her party, but she definitely flirts and puts her feelers out. Thus far she's played it pretty safe, bedding mostly gnomes and halflings with one try with a goblin that didn't go well (goblin was very drunk). Despite herself, she can't help wondering about the "bigger" folk.

Pine's just practical enough to know that she won't be physically "ruined" by having a larger dick inside her. At the same time, some part of her can't help but wonder and be curious, and there's essentially a gnome size queen just waiting to be brought out. She's also got the durability to go hard, and definitely prefers a strong fuck over gentle lovemaking.


Post Coital Scene:

Pine's mind spun, awash in the pleasurable sensastions that continued to wash over her petite body. Even now she kept twitching, her insides convulsing in aftershocks of delight. The full sensation pushed against that internal arousal, making Pine shiver even more. She didn't need to look down to know that her taut abdomen had swollen, that the outline of the too-big cock swelled her frame. Even as it softened, the cock still filled the gnome, stretched her out. She'd be ruined for others her side, yet that thought was now a mere distant memory, with fullness and pleasure intermixing to such a degree. Pine felt the aftershocks quivering her body, though her mind felt so distant, unable to focus. Just little spasms, her body held in place by the thick member plunged within and the hand still holding her by the waist, digits digging in. He'd promised to stretch her out, to make her his little cocksleeve, and Pine felt every inch of that, with some insane part of her craving more, wondering, knowing that something had awaken within...


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Felicity, cis-female, tiefling, thief rogue
Physical Description:
Naturally the first thing you notice about this tiefling is her midnight blue skin, looking almost like you're staring into a moving starry night sky. The illusion is enhanced by a smattering of white freckles along her waist, bridge of her nose, and a few others areas that look almost like twinkling stars. Felicity looks even younger than her eighteen years, thanks in no small part to a more rounded face with large, deep blue eyes. The freckles certainly don't help, nor does her tendency toward looking overly excited or outright pouting.

She's cut her even darker blue hair into a short bob that curls wildly, suggesting that her hair would kink out worse if she let it grew further. It caresses around her chin, mostly hiding her ears. It does little to hide the decidedly curvy horns that extend from just off her forehead to curl back around her ears (which would make for excellent handles, which she's quick to point out).

Felicity tries to keep her body thin and lean from her profession, but a tendency to overindulge in sweets and fatty foods works against her. Frustrating the young tiefling (but likely not us), most of the weight has gone to her hips and chest, both of which look decidedly bigger than her slender frame would suggest. In fact, she's been known to get her hips stuck in places as she attempts to sneak in. This has also given her a heart-shaped ass, which she does think is one of her better features.

It's clear that Felicity knows what thieves wear... at least from books. She's designed skin tight, usually black leather shorts that cling too tightly to her body (she grossly overestimated her hip and bust size to her private tanner and refuses to change out). To handle her "tail problem," Felicity opted to lower the waistband of her shorts. This would prove a problem if she hadn't used a potion to remove all her body hair (and possibly left her quite sensitive down there). A matching leather armor top covers most of her, though her chest threatens to bust out, and she's left an expanse of lightly freckled midnight skin bare. She wears long laced up black boots that have been enchanted to make her move more quietly.

Brief History:

Born into a wealthy, supportive family, Felicity had no reason to want for anything... save for adventure. Her parents were just permissive enough to let their daughter explore the world around her, particularly through books and adventures. They didn't discover until it was too late that Felicity vastly preferred the bodice ripping adventures of highwaymen and thieves her mother kept for personal reasons. To say Felicity ended up idolizing the roguish life is something of an understatement, as she created an elaborate fantasy life.

As she grew older, Felicity grew bolder, seeking out taverns and street gangs. She's proven remarkably lucky, in that she actually picked up the trade and has proven surprisingly good at theft and sneaking about, enough to have earned her a reputation (and, y'know, character levels). She decided to strike out alone after a few years bumming around and flirting both literally and professionally with different gangs, mostly because she believes that lone thieves are more romantic on the whole.


Personality:

Felicity tries to be taken seriously and act out the part of the sexy rogue. However, her own eagerness and outright joy at actually doing that has resulted in her being fairly giggly and coming off as what most would take her for at first brush: a young girl who's playing at being a thief.

She's not afraid to rely on her charm, showing a good sense of humor. Her attempts to flirt have a tendency to come off as adorable, very much what they are: a virgin using what she's read to try and get into people's good graces.

Though she steals, it's often baubles and/or things she just finds appealing. For example, there was a rash of thievery involving various lingerie and underwear, particularly of the silky elfish make, that hit her city, and it's unknown whether Felicity did it for giggles, to sell, or because she wanted new clothing.

Oh, she changes her name to Felicity after her first time, because she feels like it, mostly.


Sexual Experience/Inclinations:

Gods, does Felicity want to experience actual sex. Between her family background, adorable childishness, and bad luck, she's failed at finding anyone to actually fuck her. And she very much wants fucked, having been all but raised on dirty sexual fantasies. In fact, she hasn't even experienced an orgasm that didn't come from her own doing. She's open to pretty well anyone and everyone who's receptive to her advances, though her reaction to being flirted with and/or being turned on is usually to get even more giggly than she already is.

Her fantasies are usually in two orders:
1) Dashing romantic relationships with rival thieves and/or law enforcement, usually involving daring trysts and quick, hard fucks in secret and/or unusual places.
2) Debauched fucking where she's essentially used as the "thieving slut" she is, possibly by a target, guard, or, again, rival.

She frequently masturbates, playing with each and every hole to varying degrees. Her toy collection is quite large (thanks in no small part to stealing) and she uses them with regularity.


Post Coital Scene:

Felicity couldn't stop giggling, the joyous noise bubbling up. With her eyes glazed, one horn snapped off, blue tongue lolling out, she looked every inch the freshly fucked, crazed slut that she'd always wanted to be. Her body kept wriggling and squirming, as if seeking out the massive lover that had just plowed her so hard that she'd likely be feeling the internal ache for tendays. That massive bovine cock had slammed into her tight little blue sex just so perfectly, and while Felicity could feel youth and adventurer vitality helping her get back, she still could feel her sex quivering. Each little pulse let another mixture of tiefling love juice and minotaur seed drizzle down her leg, the frothy white mixture standing out all the more against the dark blue of her skin. Felicity still felt shivers, the intense orgasm jerking her, igniting those pleasure centers again to let out more giggling. Her hand would move down to tease her, were she even capable of much movement at the time. She pushed through, managing at least one word: "Again."



Tawny Amblecrown; cis-female, half-tabaxi, way of the open hand monk
Physical Description:

Tawny borders on being outright jacked, with rippling muscles and a noticeably tanned physique. One look at her demonstrates a living weapon, one coiled and ready to be unleashed upon the first person to fuck with her wrong. Those muscles lurk just under golden tanned skin, with no visible lines, seeming to indicate that perhaps this half-tabaxi enjoys lazing about naked in the sun from time to time (though she'll claim to simply be naturally that color). There is often noticeable fur of the same almost panther/mountain line in key areas. This includes around her sex, which is usually left untamed. (This is done to have various representations in female presentation, but also because I often like shaving/removing the hair as a sort of indicator of shifting to more frequent sex; if it bothers you, don't pick Tawny or change it in RP quickly).

Dirty blonde, sort of golden, almost, well, tawny hair is cut in a jagged short cut around her head. Cat ears extend from the top of her head, again with that natural tannish color, almost like a mountain lion. Her hair frequently looks disheveled, and it's clear that it's just been cut with a dagger as crudely as possible. Deep green eyes with just a hint of a feline cast look intensely out from an equally intense, but harshly beautiful face.

Again, she's quite fit, with noticeable muscles and a taut figure. She's rather long and lean on the whole, leaning into the feline appearance and background. Her chest borders on non-existent, even when it's not heavily wrapped and bound down by a wrap or cloth. Everything is as tight as it looks, from the strong muscles to the incredibly hard looking square-shaped ass, above which a long, slender feline tail extends. She's also quite light on her feet, with retractable claws along her fingers.

She frequently wears loose cotton clothing, one of her few concessions to her race. The loose cotton top bears a good portion of her shoulders and all of her arms, hanging off her body enough to view the wrap about her chest. She's cinched it tighter around the waist, but there are often hints at the cotton boy shorts that she wears underneath. Loose pants sort of cover her lower half, and she opts for sandals when she bothers with footwear at all.



Brief History:

Tawny's mother was a wandering Tabaxi who had an interesting liaison with a human male. Wholly uninterested in parenting, she left the half-breed child at the steps of one of those religious organizations, figuring that they'd take care of her since religious types were good at that. What she didn't realize is that this was a group of highly skilled monks, who frequently trained in the art of combat before setting off on personal journeys throughout the Realms.

The monks were at first baffled at the child, but elected to race her among them, teaching her from a young age to fight and hold herself. Her natural agility helped, though her feline tendencies sometimes distracted or got in her way (more in this below). She became experienced enough after several years to set forth on her own, journeying throughout the Realms in order to better her skills.

She's been traveling for some time, and has a good understanding of how the world works, despite her upbringing. Currently she wanders looking for deeds worthy of doing and companions worthy of both teaching and learning from.


Personality:

Most of the time, Tawny is a levelheaded, almost mothering sort. She takes her time thinking through something, and sometimes has this almost predatory way of examining and looking at a situation. This means she often seems a bit more dense than her quicker witted companions, but she's still very much someone who took the more meditative and reflective aspects of her training quite seriously. To call her dependable is a bit of an understatement: she very much wants to help others and does her best to follow through.

Very rarely her feline features get the better of her; for Tawny, this usually means long naps in the sun (which almost always is her method of drying off after a bath, hence the all over tan), but she can get playful or distracted by things which distract cats from time to time. (Usually her feline self manifests as either ferocity or laziness).

However, once every two months or so, Tawny enters an unbearable state known as "The Heat." This mortified her and the monks when it first hit, as it was discovered that she'd been rubbing against various objects, using several weapons for self pleasure, and eventually had pinned down another initiate and would likely have mounted him then and there had she not been overpowered. Ashamed of this condition, she has learned to keep it buried through a combination of potions, meditation, and techniques.

Still, she's quick to defend others, and is longsuffering almost to a fault.

Sexual Experience/Inclinations:

While she feels some shame, every once in a while, Tawny can't quite help but give into the Heat. She's thus had a few liaisons, and become intimately familiar with the various means of birth control present within the realms. The monks aren't completely against having sexual relations if it's consensual, so Tawny eventually gave in to her urges (ironically with the very initiate she pinned during her first heat). She finds sex engaging, but refuses to even entertain consensual partners outside of the Heat unless they can at least give her a good running in physical combat.

In the Heat, she becomes not just desperate for sex, but desperate to be bred, a drive which can often be downright maddening. She loses control and will demonstrate just how very physical she can become. Usually this state is suppressed and something Tawny actively avoids. She feels regret less from the fucking and more from succumbing to the urge than anything else. Usually she seeks out female partners, even better if said female also has certain equipment...

She's found she prefers female or at least more feminine partners, almost more for practical reasons than anything else (it's much more difficult for a female to get her pregnant).

Post Coital Scene:

A rumbling satisfaction rose in Tawny despite herself. Her protesting, thinking mind was little more than a distant memory, the primal instincts having long since eaten it away. The strange sensation of contentment rolled through her as she felt new muscles moving and stretching. Damn, but her partner had gone so deep, so hard. Every inch of the half-tabaxi felt so satisfied, despite the rising guilt she felt. For the massive woman's huge cock had slammed so very, very deep into Tawny. Thick arms had choked her just right, adding that spinning delight, spiking each burst of pleasure. Tawny could just see the bold figure moving, likely getting those potions and salves to help. Would she give Tawny the "No Regrets" potion? Or would the absolutely massive load of seed within the Heated monk take root. The thought terrified Tawny, but she felt her body stretching lazily, so very satisfied by recent events that the half-tabaxi could even feel a treacherous purr rising deep within her chest. Cuddling with someone who'd slammed her hard enough into the bed to likely bruise her ass felt strange, almost as strange as the still ghosting sensation of knotted cock, but Tawny was still oh so tempted...



Niallill Dawnchilde; trans-female; high-elf; peace cleric
Physical Description:

There's something almost aggressive feminine and demure about Nia. She plays into the stereotypes of the elves in appearance almost to a fault, willowy, pale, with hair the color of spun gold. She looks almost too delicate and real to actually exist in the world, as if she's sculpted the perfect image of femininity into existence.

That golden hair extends to her waist, frequently worn in intricate hair styles. Nia is known to play with her hair to match the setting she's in: during adventures it may be tied into a long, tight braid (think Rapunzel); during religious services, a tight, intricately woven bun; at fancy parties, worn in shimmering updos and the like. She's almost always styling it: to see it loose means you're seeing Nia either completely relaxed, bathing, or getting ready for her day. The hair helps to enhance her elegantly beautiful features, including long pointed ears that frequently extend outside of the elegant strands.

She's rather delicate, looking nearly fragile, despite having some internal strength. She's certainly every bit the slender elf of myth and legend. Perhaps surprisingly, she does possess a rather impressive chest, one that looks a little oversized for her frame. She requested it via magic as part of her transitioning, and is quite proud, often going at lengths to adorn it and draw attention to that portion of her body. There is a bit of androgyny to her build on the whole, though she does have a round ,almost bubble butt. She currently still has what most would biologically refer to as "male genitalia," but she refers to as a "clit" (she actively is seeking a way of fully transitioning). This stands out all the further as she is quite smooth and devoid of body hair, not that she had much to begin with.

Like her hair, Nia changes her garb quite regularly. As a cleric, she has delicately made elfish chain that she wears to protect herself, fashioned in a decidedly feminine way. The golden heart of Hanali Celanil, elfish god of love and peace, adorns the tabbard she wears (she's also tattooed it above her hip, which is considered scandalous, but a way of her expressing her love for the deity that's helped her find her way). She always aims for the most feminine clothing she can find, seeking out dress with frills and lace. Her penchant for wearing frilly, ornate underclothing borders on humorous, and her lingerie collection is second to none. She's even been known to decorate her clit and/or have various bits and baubles in key places.

Brief History:

Niallill's family wasn't all that high, despite being high elves. They were respected, yes, and members of an elfish community, but they simply did their part, serving the community as dedicated workers. As a child, young Nia was given the opportunity to explore and determine herself. It became clear from a young age that she veered toward things traditionally determined as feminine, including dolls, dressing up, and playing with girls' hair.

It was when she was approaching her adulthood that Nia felt conflicted. Her body didn't match up with her self, and she sought the guidance of the gods for support. Hanali Celanil reached out to her, seeing Nia's love, and confirmed the elf's believes in herself, bestowing upon her not only confidence, but divine power to spread peace and prosperity. She also allowed Nia to keep her traditionally childish name, transitioning it into her more female self as well. Her people were overjoyed, and the blessings indicated that she would make an excellent missionary and force for good and tranquility in this world

She has since ventured out to serve her goddess in devotion and love, spreading the joy she can to others along the way.

Personality:

While it borders on nauseating repetition at this point, Nia embodies many "traditionally" feminine traits. She's respectful, quiet, and demure, believing to more embody her goddess than to push her believes onto her self or others. She wants to be seen as the pretty young thing she is, but not, perhaps, truly noticed much beyond that. There's something of a lack of confidence presence in the young female.

She's submissive to a fault as well, and not just in a sexual sense (more on that below). Nia will often go along with the will of others, bowing to their whims and desires. The only firm ground she seems to hold is the belief that she shouldn't harm others, and that others should do things not to harm themselves or others as well. She will go out of her way to stop the spreading of harm, but will otherwise give way to what they want.

Still, she is altruistic, seeking people she can help, believing in the best of everyone.


Sexual Experience/Inclinations:

To say Nia is submissive is something of an understatement. Partly do to her reasoning behind her expressed identity, Nia has a tendency to do what others want. As she was growing up, she discovered that her body could give pleasure to others of all genders, and has worked to make that part of her existence as well. She's thus become extremely gifted at using her mouth and hands to please others, with a slight inclination more toward traditionally masculine figures than feminine.

If someone's willing to treat her as feminine, she finds true joy in that and will give way to them. She's also found she actually receives a great deal of desire from submitting her sexual desires to others, getting quite excited when they use her for their pleasure (she's been known to cum simply from giving intense blowjobs). She so strongly desires to be sexually taken as a woman that the mere idea excited her tremendously, making her relatively eager despite the circumstances.

Her fantasies almost exclusively revolve around the pleasure of others, to an almost masochistic extent (though she falls just short of being that, as pain goes against her tenants).


Post Coital Scene:
"Do you want me to untie it?" The teasing question echoed in Nia's brain as she looked up at her lover. Her own sex had swollen obscenely, nearly turning violet with so many suppressed orgasms. Her delicate ribbons had been expertly woven and tied about it, cinching her tight, even as she throbbed with yet more need. Nia could feel his seed drizzling out of her bottom, seeping down below her on the bed, as much an indication of their shared delight as the rest. Her glazed violet eyes could barely see the shape, the pleasure still making the room spin. Still, Nia managed a small nod, feeling pathetic. Hands barely started undoing the ribbons when Nia's member exploded. A naughty burst of her arousal jetted out, pooling in her lower belly, gathering there. Nia's hips arched as she let out the most delicate cry, trembling as she looked up, still very much at the mercy, wondering if she should ready healing for another round, even as her body ached.



Xanthe Arcanis non-binary (she/they pronouns), half-elf, order of scribes wizard
Physical Description:

Xanthe considers herself the new alternative and face of wizardry, and as a result, they sort of looks it. They's gone out of her way to forgo the usual wizard trappings, preferring a sort of loose leather outfit as opposed to robes or the like (it does not function as armor). If you think punk or alternative nerd who decided to study magic, then you'd have a good initial idea.

Due to spending a lot of her time studying and hanging out in taverns, Xanthe is quite pale, arguably the palest among the group with is saying something. Their hair is jet black, whether natural or changed by magic it's hard to say. One side of it is shaved bare, while the other hangs over her eyes in a sort of jagged, roughly cut mess; that side is almost more mid length, but seems to end in jagged, uneven lengths down the side of their shoulder. Their red eyes seem to belie their demonic proclivities, and while most claim they're a result of Xanthe's devilolic studies, they're more likely a result of some cosmetic magics. Her face is fairly thin, but has this sort of sharp attractiveness that's common among alt-models/rockers, etc. There are several piercings in the left area (which is the shaved side), though less in the right. It is quite likely they tongue is pierced.

Underneath the loose leathers and trappings they'll often wear "radical" undergarments. Not quite lingerie so much as tatters or boy shorts or the like. They do look a little more androgynous, but they lean more feminine, and their body was assigned female and has the various corresponding parts. Their breasts are moderately small, but actually quite sensitive (so much so that they only pierced the right nipple, finding that too delicate and thus stopped). Thanks to half-elfish aging and her petite frame, Xanthe looks and appears almost more like an older teenager than the mid-twenties, mostly graduated wizard that she is. There are a few arcane runes that are tattooed onto their flesh, some of which are actually spells and the like.

Their ass is still impressively tight. They keep the hair of their nether regions purposefully styled using spells and the like.

Brief History:

Given the background, you'd almost think that Xanthe grew up in an either an ultra conservative or ultra liberal household. This is essentially true, as their parents used magic to help bring them into the world. They grew up in an highly magical household, and were essentially destined to become a wizard from the start. They came out as non-binary in their early teens, with the support of their parents and even the magic school (which had long since grown used to such things). That being said, they're perfectly fine with people mis-gendering them by calling them with feminine pronouns.

They quickly excelled at magic, but chaffed at the rules that were established and set. More importantly, they hated that there were so many expectations regarding wizardy and how wizards should comport themselves. Xanthe immediately started bucking against those trends, trying to do whatever outrageous behavior they could manage. This included helping the Charitable Renegades when they needed arcane assistance, before leaving with the training mostly unfinished to go adventuring.


Personality:

In case it wasn't evident, Xanthe has a sort of rebellious streak. They naturally want to buck standard expectation and trends, but at the same time, they've got a huge passion for magic. whenever magic or things arcane appear, they're among the first to start "nerding out." It becomes readily apparent that deep down, Xanthe is a wizard and scholar before they're a rebel and adventurer. They can get easily distracted by puzzles or solutions, with their facade dropping. Interestingly they often have issues with blood and are fairly shy about pain.

They are often sarcastic and mouthy, with a quick retort or quip frequently at their lips. They take their various ideas seriously, as well as pretty much everything involving magic. Beyond that, there's a sort of loose, nonchalance about the world and people in it. They are loyal to their friends, being especially close to Felicity, who they have an open attraction to and likely something of a relationship with.

They're a rebel, but it's arguable if anyone actually cares that much about the rebellion.


Sexual Experience/Inclinations:

As one may expect, Xanthe's sexual proclivities are moderately wide. They initially started showing interest in the more strange partners, beings like dragon-born and tabaxi and the like, mostly to buck trends and to try and be different. Enough exposure has sort of left Xanthe with moderately exotic tastes. They're the sort who would find a mind-flayer a more appealing mate than an attractive human. They are usually quite open about their attraction to beings like this.

While Xanthe has had quite a bit of sexual experience, they haven't been penetrated much or gone as deep. The strange pairings often meant that Xanthe has touched, sucked, rubbed, and ground on various beings more than actually put anything inside of them. They have experimented with various toys and wands, even trying some magical insertions.

They're actually probably one of the most mixed of the Renegades, in that they'll take control of a situation to get what they want, but can also be a brat to those that are interested in dominating one.

Post Coital Scene:

Once Xanthe's mind had surely been filled with spells and arcane thoughts and ideas. Now nothing beyond the pleasure that still cascaded throughout their form filled her thoughts. The wizard could still feel the tendrils of the mind flayer sliding into her mind, directly stimulating them in ways even they couldn't imagine. Burst upon burst of raw sexual pleasure had cascaded through their mind, coupling with the outrageous acts upon their body to utterly demolish any attempt at thought. Even now Xanthe's mind simply replayed orgasms, remembering bowing and releasing great bursts of arousal, recalling the tendrils wrapping tightly around every bit. They could still feel the sensation of the suckers drawing against their breasts, teasing nipples and drawing them inward. Every inch of Xanthe's lithe body and mind felt ravished, ransacked and utterly laid waste. The wizard's red eyes rolled back as the creature lifted their head. Her tongue dutifully fell out, oh so ready and willing to rally for even more pleasures, even if body and mind weren't even close to ready...


Rennys Firsttree, cis-female, wood elf, ranger
Physical Description:

In many ways, Renn looks like a girl next door tomboy. Her chestnut hair is always tightly braided, the end of it reaching her taut ass. Her skin dances between olive and outright brown, with shoots of green running through it that almost looks like glitter.

In fact, looking more closely reveals that Renn is beautiful by most metrics, as one would expect of most elves. Her long, pointed ears extend far back, quite visible thanks to the practical hair style. Leaf green, almost shaped eyes have precisely the look one would expect out of an elf. In many ways, she seems to be almost too in line with elfish, ranger stereotypes.

Her clothing veers toward practical, with little care for how it looks on her. However, skin-tight, soft leather pants have a tendency to make a lean, willowy body look all the more appealing. Slender curves can't be hidden by a form fitting studded leather armor, though it does tamper down her breasts, which aren't overly huge but are actually on the larger side for elves. She frequently wears concealing cloaks and hoods, and does have a high level of understanding regarding camoflague and natural stealth.


Brief History:

Princess Rennyss is the heiress to the Firsttree line, a long standing wood elf royal line. She was born of an arranged marriage between her mother and father, though ironically both fell in love after the arrangement (something they actually hid from most of those that arranged things). Her mother was the reigning matriarch of the Grand Tree, while Rann's father was selected from a very small pool of wood elf men that are expressly bred for the pleasure and aesthetics of the royal line. In many ways, Renn is therefore the result of what amounts to wood elf eugenics, which does have some bearing on her views on child rearing and sex.

Like all wood elves, Renn was raised to understand and respect the woods. Due to the aforementioned breeding, her compatibility with nature and the literal wood itself was incredibly high. This meant that nearly all of her quite extended childhood was spent roaming the woods, leaning its ins and outs and gaining a high level of understanding of the natural world and the forest in the process. As she grew into a teenager, Renn threw herself into the standard training of most wood elf scouts, proving herself to be an almost savant at archery, tracking, and wilderness survival.

Yet despite all this, she was still very much the princess and heir. This meant a certain degree of sheltering and protection. Yet she was still a highly trained scout, one of the best in the wood, so when a group of adventurers entered, answering a call for aid in dispatching a particularly quarrelsome monster, it was only natural that Renn join them. Of course, the wood and her family expected Renn to come back. Instead, she opted to join the Renegades. She does regularly write home, however, and her family and the wood sees this as a sort of sowing of wild oats (possibly literally), granting her leave to discover herself and become a better person.


Personality:

Renn has a self-confidence that borders on cockiness. She is the best archer; she is the best tracker; and naturally everyone wants to be an elf, and, by extension, an elf princess. She actually does possess enough skill to back this up, and her reaction to being bested is less to pout and throw a fit and more to continue challenging and pushing herself to be better and better. This leads to her being incredibly competitive to an almost laughable degree.

She's rash, usually the first to rise to a taunt or jump into the fray. This balances with an extremely fine tuned moral compass: Renn believes in what's doing right and helping people at every turn. Obviously she was blessed with a great deal of skills, talent, and ability, and she should therefore help everyone around her to be better.

Her attempts at flirting often come off almost more like challenges or assumptions. Again, she goes around assuming everyone wants her, so that frequently comes into play.


Sexual Experience/Inclinations:

Part of the reason Renn assumes everyone wants to fuck her is because she wants to fuck nearly everyone. While she doesn't quite have the vocabulary or experience to process it, she's incredibly pansexual, almost to a ludicrous degree. The whole sheltered princess thing meant that it was nearly impossible for her to find anyone to even really do much more than touch her. As a result, she'd spend quite a bit of time watching and pleasuring herself. This combines with that belief that everyone wants her to make her a short fused time bomb.

She's also acutely aware of her lack of experience when compared to the other Renegades (particularly Tawny, Xanthe, and Pine), and will often outright lie about experiences or the like. She also quite loudly insists that orcs are evil and want to fuck elves constantly.

In realty she's fantasized about having sex with an orc to an almost comical degree. She wants green cock bad, to such a degree that she's likely to outright drool if she sees a passably handsome or even just outright muscular orc.

Post Coital Scene:

Oh wow. Wow oh wow. Renn had figured that sex was pretty good, based on her own explorations and how much everyone talked about it, but holy fuck, that was amazing. Her body kept quivering. It felt like her insides had been mushed into this liquid mash, and the results of that kept dribbling out from inside her. Everything ached and tingled, from her sex between her legs to her throat that would probably bruise from the choking to her ass that still felt like it glowed from the earlier spanks. The princess shifted, smiling a little, knowing that she'd definitely given as good as she got, glancing over at the panting form next to her. Neither of them seemed willing to move; Renn wasn't sure she was even able. But she also wasn't quite sure she wanted to. This drugged, almost pleased feeling was rather good, and she saw no reason not to bask in it. At least, for a little while. Maybe they should use enhance ability and try again. She did wonder about that one position...



(I have this here more for me than partners, but feel free to use it for developing your own characters!)
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Plot Starters/Kernals

  • Sexual Companion: while most adventurers, particularly females, are loathe to admit it, some part of them wonders and maybe even fantasizes about being roughly taken by another adventurer. Maybe something like a rape fantasy, or a sort of setup where you're in the woods and have to release the pressure. So one or more of the Renegades hires someone to tag along, telling them that at some point, they should initiate sex. Essentially they want to play out the outrageous fantasy with a safety net and a willing partner.
    • Bonus points for intelligent monsters
  • Get the Princess Her Green: most of the group is well aware that "Princess Rennys" has an orc fetish. The problem is that she comes off as nearly crazy and borderline racist. Either desperate or wanting to actually help, one of the Renegades (likely some combination of Felicity and/or Pine) hires an orc for the explicit job of seducing the green-crazy princess.
  • Size Queen Setup: Pine keeps insisting that she's only interested in fellow smaller humanoids, other gnomes and halflings. But the group is well aware that she openly stares at various larger races, and that Pine's even given oral to a few. They somehow arrange it so that the gunslinger has to try and handle a gun that may be just a bit too big for the holster, as it were (that was bad and yet I don't regret it).
  • Hot for Kitty: while she has little issue with sex or the like, Tawny is still the one who usually gets the least amount of action, particularly if/when she goes into heat. However, the rest of the Renegades know that if Tawny doesn't get fucked at least every once in a while during Heat, it could mess up her biology. So they arrange a feminine looking stranger to set things up for the catgirl.
  • A Peaceful Elf Pet: Nia's high level of submission and enchanting looks means she's frequently propositioned, but often taken advantage of, sometimes by rough sorts. Wanting her to experience what it's like when someone who knows what they're doing takes control, the Renegades pool their money to hire a professional domme to take advantage of their elf friend.
  • Room for the Night: for whatever reason, from poor planning to a bad job, the Renegades don't quite have enough for all of them to get a room for the night. So they instead act a plan that many a person has thought of: seduce someone into a "one night stand" in order to have a place to sleep for the night. Decent sex, free place to sleep, shouldn't be an issue, right?
  • Monster Protection: in an interesting twist, a more monstrous being requires protection from adventurers and more usual humanoids. They hire out the Renegades, knowing their reputation, but also perhaps curious or interested in getting freaky.
  • Mind Fuckers: there are rumors that a group of mind flayers is working toward a different means of sustenance. Instead of outright eating brains, they've learned that they can simply consume certain thoughts, and that those of highly stimulated females are particularly appealing. It would take a group of skilled adventurers to look into this for whatever reason.
  • Dangerous Defeat: adventurers hear all sorts of horror stories about females that have lost to less than honorable sorts and found themselves in a rough situation. The Renegades are strong enough that this usually isn't a problem, but they're also horny enough to be curious to try. So one or more "lose" to a particular group, putting themselves up as a hostage or treasure, walking a dangerous line.
  • Research and Experimentation: the Renegades are hired out by some kind of researcher. Perhaps they're a magical researcher, maybe someone pushing the boundaries of potions or biological science; or maybe they're just a pervert with too much money. Regardless, the Renegades are put through their paces testing out all sorts of things.
  • Fae Parties: the Renegades are hired to be guards at a party. While that is necessary, they also soon discover that the host is likely a Fae or something else along those lines. It's obvious that if you're hiring attractive females, you're not just doing it in order to have good guards, but also good partners as well.
    • Could also do a variant of this where they're investigating drugs or the location of the event as well
  • Circus Erotica: similar to above, only there's a certain circus or traveling performance that also requires guards. They either hire for guards or for investigation, but it also turns out that it would work best if the Renegades were part of the act. But those acts often involve highly erotic, definitely not safe for young eyes performances that may or may not involve outright fucking.
  • To Exhaustion: the Rogues are hired out by someone looking particularly for an all female band of adventurers. See, they've determined that the best way to survive an area and deal with the inhabitants is by fucking them to exhaustion. Men are just battered (or also fucked), and normal women won't make it. Good thing the Rogues are all sexually fit, huh?
  • The Adventurer's Lay: a tavern/inn is attempting to make a name for itself in a crowded town. The idea is that adventurers can come there not only to spend coin, but to find willing partners for all kinds of intense sex. The inn can cover the charges, obviously. Perhaps the Renegades and/or another group are hired to be plants, or maybe they're just visiting.
    • I really like a variant on this idea where they're having trouble getting female adventurers who are willing to screw males, so they have to hire out the Renegades who are varying degrees of interested.
  • Similar Ideas! I am more than willing to brainstorm with partners and the like, though it will take more than just a presentation of your characters to get things rolling.


You've reached the end of the request thread, and consider what to do. There are so many options and paths laying available to you. Do you PM Fate and see if they're interested in setting something up? Do you perhaps spend some time spinning your own characters or tale? Or maybe one of the options sounds appealing, needing little change. You pause for consideration, rolling an investigation check to look further.

Success! You've found what you need at the thread! Near the bottom, in italics, is a short, meta-message that encourages you to reach out and see what happens. All you need to do now is to roll for initiative, and see where this encounter takes you!
 
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