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Fx M or NB Looking for what ever. [NSFW]

Bouncing Babes

Your Bad Habit
Joined
Mar 14, 2020
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Yo!​

Basically looking for burly and manly men that aren't based on some anime trope. (A handsome Orc wouldn't go amiss either.)
Not looking for pushovers or emotionless edgelords, but men that knows what they want while not being afraid to show that they like what they are getting.

I play feisty/uppity brats that enjoy a strict a hand. There's gotta be a plot, but depending on how much I like your character and writing I'd be more than willing to forsake a sensible story for dirty smut.
I like it rough and dirty, so I probably won't be satisfied if all you offer is a vanilla rump.
Usually I play characters of various races, both real and fantasy, so freaking just tell me what kind of gal you want. Tan, dark skin, Elf, asian or vampire. Let me know, 'kay?

Be engaging if you contact me. If you don't show initiative or interesting features during the planning part I'll assume your RP'ing suffer the same flaws.
So don't contact me with a boring message, plz plz plz plz. It's so off putting.

You can judge my writing from my samples down here. I've copied them from a different site I rarely RP on, so that's why the formatting is fuuuucked. Don't care to fix it, so don't bother telling me about it.

Although a field doc, her job wasn't restricted to combat zones. Even on the Laverna she'd spend most days doing surgery on soldiers wounded to varying degrees. From minor trauma to lose of limbs, there probably wasn't many kinds of operations she hadn't performed.
She was currently foaming up the arm of a soldier, the bozentine, nicknamed restofoam by the uneducated, being applied through a thin tube to build layers from the deepest part of the cut all the way to the surface. It'd kill any infection or germs, even small traces of poison that some of the Bugs leaked from their fangs. It would build up tissue, veins and muscle reliably, a true wondertool when applicable.
Each infirmary was massive, about nine hundred U.G.A employees working there at any given time; they had to support all of Laverna after all, a mothership governing eighteen different sectors. Lovingly dubbed as Paradise, it wasn't always considered a bad thing to be send there.
Staffed entirely by females, it was a place of motivational healing as much as a physical one.
A program established to nurture the primarily male force that U.G.A possessed. A dubious notion in Naya's mind, but reportedly combat effectiveness rose after it's implementation. Seems soldiers were more ferocious when they knew a woman was waiting with praise and healing hands.
She was in the operation bay, alongside 79 other doctors and 80 patients. It was almost like a factory, made to efficiently take in wounded and squeeze out stable patients. She was just getting done closing the wound when a beast of a man approached. He wasn't a human, obviously, his shoulders were too broad, his arms too thick and entirely too tall.
She would place him from Jornheim or one of it's sister planets.
''Yes?'' She asked impatiently as there were plenty of wounded suspended in Shorathine, waiting to be pulled up and worked on.

Maja usually didn't mind Mondays. She was used to hear from her friends and coworkers that they were the longest days, but she simply disagreed.
Perhaps if her friends maintained a proper schedule during the weekend the way Maja did, they wouldn't see Monday as such a nuisance. Only with slight variation did Maja celebrate her weekends, leaving her fresh as a fish almost every morning.
Of course this Monday was quite different. Rather than her alarm playing the radio at 6:35, she woke to a sterile voice coming from her television.
''I apologize for waking you, Maja Hollesen, earlier than you are used to but this message carries importance. As such you are contacted ten minutes earlier than your alarm sounds, so that you may take some time to process the message without being late for your citizen duties.''
It felt dirty. Intrusive. Waking to such a synthetic voice and lifeless face. She hated it, their leader, more than anything she could think off. But she couldn't show it. You didn't want Government to be suspicious of you.
''Ohh, good morning Government.'' She said with a voice slightly strained from morning grog. She only tugged lightly at her cover, pulling it all the way up to her chin as she looked to the screen.
“Maja Hollesen of Europa, you are scheduled to be married to Jesse Winters of America on Wednesday at 4:00pm. Failure to report to the Central City department of family relations before or at the scheduled time will result in immediate termination…” It was hard to digest, the actual meaning of the message. It carried with it changes that would last a lifetime, and they weren't minor at that. A companion, a husband, that she'd never met yet is supposed to devote her life to? She'd have to uproot and within two days move from everything and everyone she knows, to be with someone else.
“… The information package about your new partner will be transmitted to you shortly following this message. As a result of your upcoming nuptials, you have been assigned work at the Hobart Library Wing C, to remain within your field of profession. Today you are expected to fulfill your role at your workplace to a satisfactory degree. The details of your upcoming move to Tazmania will be handled by the department of family relations when you arrive at the office. Remember failure to appear on or before 4:00pm on Wednesday will result in the termination of the offending party… have a nice day.”
She dreaded it, equally angry and afraid. A pling sounded from her homestation, the files on her soon-to-be-husband without a doubt, but she couldn't look at them. At least not immediately. Her shower dragged on, the hot water unable to break the cold chill she felt surrounding her core.
Jesse Winters
. She wasn't sure if it would be more or less difficult to wrap her head around if she knew whom he was. She'd have to look, she wouldn't be able to think of anything else while at work. So she did.
Now clean and with a towel around her chest she went to the Government-supplied homestation and looked at the files. And to her surprise she knew him. Not personally, but from the television. At first she thought he was a model, considering that the more revealing pictures of him were all semi-nudes taken in a professional studio, but after seeing him next to other guys and girls it was obvious he was an athlete. Tall, broad and muscular. He'd obviously been fed altered foods most of his life, the kind that only the best athletes were given. Considering she could have ended up with anyone, in terms of looks she admittedly had been quite lucky. But as a person... She didn't follow sports, so mostly she remembered him from scandals or tattle-tail gossip. A shiver made her twist. Urgh.
Her last day of work on Europa was a bitter one. Her coworkers were all her closest friends, and telling them wasn't easy. She could keep a cheerful demeanor on only until Antonia started crying, at which point she began too. They tried to keep the mood light as they emptied every shelf on the northern wall of books, only to reorganize and put them back up, but there was an oppressive silence at the store that day.
Tuesday went by with packing and a somber mood, going much faster than she would have liked. Her parents came by to help out and say their goodbyes, ensuring her that it was gonna be alright and being as supportive as could be expected. It helped her some. They always knew how to help her.
The train left early Wednesday morning, so it was surprising to see the platform as full of people as it was. She liked to be early, be it for an appointment or catching a train, which this time backfired horribly.
As the place was packed she sat down on a bench a bit off, pulling a book from her handbag with a bag of luggage next to her. It didn't take long before a man in his late forties walked up, looked at her queerly before returning to what she assumed was his group of friends. Soon the pack of three hurried over to her, the man wearing a large camera on his shoulder while a female a bit older than Maja held firmly around a microphone.
''Excuse me miss, how excited are you about today?''
''Uhmm, what do you mean?'' Like a deer in the headlights, her eyes were wide open as she looked panicked towards the camera.
''Not only meeting the Snowman, but
marrying
him, you must be so eager?''
''I uhh, I haven't given it that mu..''
''Like a dream come true, do you have a message for all the little girls out there listening?''
''Well I don't really know how....''
It was awful. And it turned hellish once the others noticed, Maja suddenly finding herself in the center of attention in a way she had never expected. A lot of questions were asked, and a lot of answers were given. Good answers, for the press at least. For her and her soon-to-be husband? Not so much. Without experience and entirely unprepared, she painted her expectations and thoughts on the marriage and of Jesse in quite a poor light.
It was only as the train was about to leave and armed guards dispersed the crowd with rubber bullets that she got a chance to escape; forgetting her bag of lugage in the rush to get away. To get to safety.
Even within the heavy and oppressive hunk of metal the train seemed carved from she felt the air was clearer than on the platform.
Within minutes of finding her seat she fell asleep, her mind heavy with thoughts and shock.
Few get the chance to see the Outlands the way Maja did, but sleeping through it all didn't bother her. When she woke up they were only a short hour away from Tazmania, and about two from the the department of family relations.
Before stepping out of the train she was given a white umbrella, signifying that she was a wife-to-be just arrived to be taken to the groom.
She was pleasantly surprised when the doors of the train opened, and there being no crowd of paparazzi right in her face. They were a good thirty feet away, behind barricades overlooked by armed turrets. A police officer escorted her to a hover cart, shielding her somewhat from the aggressive flashes of cameras. It felt dirty, the way they so desperately took pictures of her in her loose jeans and knitted sweater. Luckily she could use the umbrella to hide her face and torso from them.
The hover cart took her directly to the offices of the department of family relations, a place void of any journalists and cameras; except for the security ones. She often wondered if Government looked directly through them.
She noticed Jesse sitting on a couch, shooting him only a short gaze before turning to the woman standing behind a counter.
''Maja Hollesen, I'm here for marital reasons.'' Her hands started shaking lightly, as if it was just now reality hit her.
''Indeed, cutting it close Mrs. Winters.'' The woman said with a smile, tapping away at a screen Maja couldn't see. ''Hand in any keys you might have from Europa, as well as identification; the ones with or without pictures. And your phone too.''
''My phone as well?'' She asked hesitantly, fishing out the mentioned from her handbag.
''Some husbands find it easier for new families to grow if there is less influence from their prior life. You can ask Mister Winters if you would like to keep it.'' The smile never vanished, making her appear as cold and fake as Government was whenever he appeared on TV.
''Sir? Are you ready to proceed?'' She asked past Maja, to the man on the couch two duzen feet away.

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I'm pretty casual about it all, but I won't go along with a story I don't enjoy.
 
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