Heyo heyo!~ Looking to find a great, literate, vibey partner to start the summer.
Kinkwise, you'll get brownie points from me if you'd be willing to play a monster as well (extra extra brownie points if it's something very unique and makes the sexy times all the more interesting.~). A generous amount of size/height difference would be preferred as well. I particularly enjoy rough sex, whether pleasantly measured such as light slaps and spanks or pleasantly deprived such as punches to the stomach, choking out or non-consensual stuff (either end of the spectrum or somewhere delightfully in the middle are a super duper turn on for me.~) I typically don't enjoy the super vanilla stuff, but romance alongside the passionate rough sex is delightful as well. IN RECENT TIME, I've also really begun to enjoy smaller dom, bigger sub dynamics. I would like to keep the monster on monster dynamic but a goblin/twinky incubus/etc. is something I am very interested in playing with as well.
Also love using my mouth on things. Whether the gurgle of an abused throat tearfully attempting to stomach an unfair length or massaging the surface of a shaft with pressed tits while dutifully sucking the bulbous tip, only for a sudden.."expulsion" to send a mess of spittle and seed rivering downwards (starting with trapping itself between an ample chest). Giving fellatio is fun and definitely one of my all time favorite kinks to write about.~
I RP only in 3rd person and my time zone is PST. I also strictly use Discord to play (though a real SUPERSTAR can convince me otherwise).
Anywho, onto the prompts. Below are some excerpts that both showcase how I write and hopefully inspire y'all to suggest something fun. Either something completely new or building off what I have written. Below below would be some extra OOC information.
--|Monster Girls|--
Fairy or Butterfly Girl<
A verdant latent with stray mana, manifesting from multihued particles that dissipated from touch. The translucent glare of the gradient cottons narrowly blocked forward motion, stiffling the throat and overwhelming an unbelonger's senses with lulling, pacifying notes. The voices whispered suggestions, to rest one's head in the witch wyld and allow the hungering earth to feast on slumbering intruder.
Trudged steps would reveal a creature that called the honeyed graveyard home. Curled antennas that coiled tenderly, skin of pale rind and hues of an unsettling blue that framed her delicate butterfly wings like preacher's glass. Bathing bare in a cleared spring, the chilled rivulets snaked down her fertile curves, drawing the valley of her perky breasts and the swell of her puckish hips. In the unbecoming display of allure, her azure eyes fashioned themselves into a glare, her similarly blue tongue and lips pursing into a devilish smile.
Finding solace in archaic entropy, the ever twisted Queen of Fae found the unease of complete disarray, pitiable victim knowing not of the current concepts of time or being to be the sweetest torment. Ensnaring in supple spider’s web, the deviant fairy first tempts with her nubile form before delighting on the stunned interloper with equal parts needling mischief and equal parts bitter malice.
Cowgirl/Hucow/Holstaur/Minotaur Girl?<
The soaring sky was blanketed with sweltering autumn, further pierced by the wilting, beating sun. Flanked by heat-kissed cornerstone was a field of golden sway, wheatened grass that soaked the pacifying light of the sultry plainsheart. With a horizon that stretched ceaselessly, these dried pastures were hardly a place to train..hell they were hardly a place to do anything.
Almost purposefully tarnishing the reposeful air would be the tremulous musings of deafening thunder claps, a haphazard turn towards the noise would reveal the present culprit. Rendering rock formation into simply..rock, a portable woman can be framed doing so with nothing but fist. Glossed with the exhausts of her efforts, rivulets of sweat raced down her huffing chin, trickling through her ample milk-laden cleavage and trapping itself in the underbasin of the taut fabric. Her peached hips swayed through every punch, adding to the present momentum. Whether the Holstaur was fashioned with fighter's rags or white tribal markings and an olive complexion was yet to be determined but the corners of an untrained eye could make out that one would have to crane head hellward to even meet her chest level eyes.
Jiangshi or Ghost Girl<
The hums of vengeful souls tinged the air with an otherworldly chill. Mist from a sinister mix of a cold night and an apparition's trail coated the ground with desecrated fog, seemingly reacting violently to the addition of living footsteps. Whether one had booked their visit to this ominous graveyard to pay their respects or steal buried valuables, it certainly didn't seem worth the prospect of joining the ground they trod upon.
Like a bitter whisper that only tickled the translucent hairs on one's neck, a sharp air swooped by, followed by the appearance of a ghoul. Whether their movements were followed by wraithy winds or stiff cracks, they made their way through the valley of death only to drift out a short and meekly peep.
"..Co..could you please help me?"
Ifrit<
A smog-ridden sky only parted by a bright flare ringed around a dark sun, a horizon submerged by a sheen of raging flame that parts the unholy sky from the unholier rock. A desolate place like this almost seems unreal, as if a piece of the underworld had been scooped into the living world. Regardless, many have attempted to lay claim to these badlands, falling to both heat and tooth to the monsters that similarly roam about.
Among them, a present contrast from the torrential braze that both razed ground and air was a more gentle inferno. A sworn protector, or rumored to have been the source of this pocket of hell, the scant survivors detail a being of pure burn, a humanoid demon that tested both the meddle of the man and the boiling point of their skin.
Bunny Girl<
Warm breath turned to solidified mist in an instant, snow that clasped and tightened around the wobbling march of unprepared climbers like all-consuming quicksand. The ceaseless white storm beat down on both body and mind, the futile contest on which holds out for longest resulting in whether the corpse became sculpture or meal.
Born from the snow that has claimed so many unprepared travelers, an artic bunny prides herself as the most dangerous predator that roams the lands. Cutting through the fur-clad beasts that have adapted to the harsh winds before bringing the meat to her own lodging for storage and consumption. Many hunts without flavor and many meals without variety..perhaps this rabbit would try her hand in hunting for something of another sort, game that could quench a different hunger.
Plant Girl<
A blanket of wild magics, singing the air with bright particles. A stroll through a Fae Forest is generally harmless to the physical being of passerby, but it surely took its toll in rendering the mind helpless, trapped in a dreamlike stasis that corroded even the strongest wills. The air would eventually do this, taking full advantage of the fatigue of lost adventures, but more effective were the beings who wished for a fitting meal.
With pheromones that rendered clear air a translucent mist, one step into a homely clearing would reveal large flower, petals perked up in a soft bud. Gracefully, the folds would fall to its sides, rested on a flat ovule would be a green-skinned lady of demure deposition. She certainly didn't seem like the aggressive type but her smell alone could inspire a primal hunger prevalent in most men. Small, lithe but beautiful in both face and body, a smooth caramel textured honey leaked from her every orifice, a flow that rivered from her pert nipples, nectar-laden slit and soft mouth, a sinister mixture that would ensure that one would lose all self-control from a single sip.
Kitsune<
Lanterns swaying in a frigid breeze, kempt tiles with no trace of grime or moss, nor mistake in pattern. Bluish flames lit up the night, a pathway to a vastly out-of-place golden palace, furnished with prosperity and reeking of pretentious ambiance. Most seek blessings while the ambitious seek wishes, regardless, the being inside demands an almost pompous level of respect regardless of offering.
Famed for beautiful snow-white tails that swooshed with arduous passion and a ruling style equal parts fair and equal parts benevolent, she is the Fox Goddess of Fortune, the Autumn Maiden of Heaven. Amassing follower and enemy a like, she'll deal with ill-meaning intruders with both force and grace.
Vampire<
Present was the ever-pale moon, framed by creeping umbra and only glaring enough to manifest shadow. Almost as if the sun's imitation was steered by unnatural magics, it found itself propped impeccably and beaming down on a crooked estate. The twisted thicket, trees drained of liberty dared to bar entry from the unbidden.
Inside the tottering mansion were scant notes of life, the energy apparent however feeling as if it was bleeding. A few feeble steps further would reveal the beast who plucked being with rapacious notes. Eyes of pomegranate, long silver locks that concaved into arced curls, and pointed fangs that remained dormant, she made a home on a velvety chair, stirring a slender glass of liquid sanguine with wrist. The contents were fleeting, the monster bringing the cup close as her tongue snaked to lap up the remains before her lulling gaze turned to face the unfortunate passerby.
Angel<
The most devout are often the most burdensome, especially as a winged messager who is tasked with the converting of such by the one true being who resided in the clouded heavens. In a world of Godless turbulence, the ones who worship vice only took a few words, while the culted and robed ones' who insist in the legitimacy of an idol who demands blood sacrifice and unceremonious discriminations often took more drastic measures.
Whether well-imprisoned or well-acquainted, a short walk down a cultless holding would reveal one of these God-sent angels in the holy word-abiding flesh. Supple skin and god-given curves and carrying nothing but the wings and robe on her back, her reasonings as to why she chose a period behind bars abundantly clear as a few recitings of her religious teaching quickly converted her present cellmate. Her sing-songy, naïve voice certainly more accustomed to only a singular form of exercising her mouth whilst on her knees.
Oni<
Out of the many clans of gradient colors of warborn Oni, the red were often the most brash. Hot-blooded to match the calloused skin that seem to radiate a prideful heat, they lived for the simple things and often were quick to draw blood to one's who didn't share the same ideology. The hunt for mates was a similarly straightforward process, at least for the many males the made up much tribes.
For men, wide hips and hair to pull would suffice, however, the women were certainly more selective. Elevating their search above the men who would easily bash their bruised forehead through a wall as opposed to attempting to utilize the smooth brain inside. Challenging beings of all race to single combat, the reward of using both mind and body to best an oni woman is the fabled opportunity to bring one to bed.
Dragon Girl<
She was used to rain and thunder. A byproduct of living high amongst the cliffs and deep inside the darkest cave. The sounds of the violent storm would normally jerk one awake, but they've become the only song that can lull the resident of the cave to sleep. A most terrible elder Dragon, a beast that frequents tales told by mothers to scare their children straight and a creature most fathers leave to slay only to never return.
The ones who leave to chase this prospect are deemed brave but painfully foolish. Coming for grandeur or the wealth of piles of gold that the dragon would lay upon or...something maybe entirely different. One thing is certain, the dragon is not what it seems. The tales of this dragon describe a dastardly beast and what lay before you is only a girl, scales protruding out all around her body and topped with ebony antlers. Eyes that could pierce a man's soul while meekly begging them to go away.
Harpy<
Dirt and dust, a bloody gulch decorated with grimy bones and rotting corpses. The den of the harpies isn't a place of refuge, nor a battlefield. The nest is a playground, because the harpies enjoy toying with their food. The squawking and cackling of a young woman can be heard audibly, interlaced with powerful flapping sounds as harsh gusts of wind made it difficult to even stand straight.
Bad luck or unfortunate circumstance could result in one joining the dirty plate. The harpies aren't famed for good table etiquette or even passable manners. Whether by mouth or talon, one can only pray that the mangling of dirtied skin would numb quickly.
I can also play any variant of animal-eared girl and many others (Demon Gals, Sheep girls, Anubises, Lupines, Catgirls, Deergals, Elves, Aliens, Shiva, Dryads, Octopussy Girls, Slimes, and etc). Just ask!! I do like monster-girls, but tend to stray from the ones with different lower body anatomy (aside from different feet). Also, doesn't have to be strictly monster girl stuff, also very much enjoy kinks such as blackmail, corruption, ntr/cheating and incest (IN A FICTIONAL/PLAY SETTING, IRL CHEATING AND INCEST IS OBVIOUSLY NOT SOMETHING I ENJOY)! Light anthro looks I enjoy as well, playing and playing opposite to, nothing too crazy...I suppose a 4/10 or 5/10 on the furry scale haha.
Not sure how the new messaging is but just send me a chat and I'll get to ya as soon as I can.~
And I can't stress this enough but please PLEASE put your best foot forward with your first reply. That means every one of my questions answered as well as you can manage, an idea/character that really knocks my socks off and a message that shows not only writing ability but some personality that I can vibe with. Of course, some of this can be compensated for with a nice resume (i.e your Reddit profile and previous posts/writing excerpts). If you feel that you did all this as best as you could and still don't get much of a response from me, I apologize in advance! I must've not liked the idea or couldn't imagine playing it out or just didn't vibe with your..well..vibe.
Thank you for reading!