u/AncientAqueduct

All characters are 18+

You’ve been busted … again.

It’s a cold and rainy night and the police car is standing in a seedy side alley in the bad part of town. Only a few feet away your cold hands are gripping the filthy dumpster tightly, involuntarily rocking it with each and every one of my powerful and merciless thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

It’s hard to tell what hurts worse; my rough hands digging into your naked hips leaving bruises, or the submissiveness in your voice that, by now, seems to come so naturally. Our … meetings … have become a regular occurrence as of late and you’re still sore from the rough fuck I gave you only last night. It’s not that you want these meetings, hell part of you is seizing to exist every time you let me use you like this, but you’re trapped. You know I’ve got evidence on you … and half your shit already, but you can’t afford to lose your phone as well. So you let me fuck you … with no protection … again.

The worst part isn’t the act itself, or the pain. It’s the involuntary response of your body. The multitude of orgasms you experience as I ravage you. So intense you often lose control of your body. I’ve learned to read the signs by now and when your knees start buckling, I simply take you into a full nelson, not granting you a moment’s rest while you spurt out your weak, watery load against the dumpster as a final admission of defeat and humiliation.

“That’s it, baby girl. Such a good girl for daddy.”

As I pull you in for a forced kiss, you feel my tongue invade your mouth before you taste the alcohol and cigarettes on my breath. Then … I cum. I’m loud and rough and unapologetic about it as I thrust so deep inside you, you can feel a bulge forming in your belly. A sensation thick and heavy like molten metal fills your insides and your visions fades to black.

When you come to, you’re in the backseat of my car, still undressed. Next to you, some water and a half eaten sandwich- everything you’ll get today, it seems. You eagerly swallow it down, knowing that I’ll probably use you another couple of times before I’ll send you on your way.

Hey kinky roleplay people. Today I’m looking for a cute femboy for a rather dark RP. Who are you and what (alleged) crimes or misdemeanours do I have you on the hook for? Let’s find out together. If you have few limits and are eager to explore this scenario with me, hit me up.

Kinks: feminization, rough sex, size differences, painful insertions/sex, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, coerced, non/dub con, daddy issues, public, anal (painal), oral, rimming (receiving), age gaps, creampies, breeding, videos, pictures, car sex,

Might include other, darker kinks like: drugs, prostitution, etc.

Limits: scat, lazy messages,

I’m too rough again, too eager and too impatient. By now, both of us have lost count of how many dresses of yours I’ve ruined over the last weeks alone. I can’t help it. You’re doing things to me that I can’t explain. Our eyes lock. It’s that deep connection between mother and son; the one that needs no words. You can read in mine what I’m about to do to you and I can read in yours how much you want me to.

Our lips clash as I lift you up onto the dresser, tongues wrestling for dominance. A loud tear seals the fate of yet another dress. It doesn’t matter; it’s only getting in the way. I need to see you, feel you, be inside of you. My lips place kisses down your neck and I breathe you in while your skilled fingers fumble with my belt and free me from the tight confines of my pants. As your grip struggles to close around my already throbbing shaft, our eyes lock again and you know that this cock belongs to you.

I feel your wet labia part for me as you line me up with skilled precision. None of us even thinks about using protection. We both know this is right as I force myself inside your hot core until my tip hits your sensitive cervix. This is where I belong. This is where we become one again.

The pace I set is fast, rough and demanding and I can feel your nails digging into my shoulders and back, clinging on for dear life. The dresser rocks, bucks and slams into the wall with every one of my powerful thrusts hitting home, eager to return the gift of life to you; making you a mother once again. As I feel your to ed legs wrap around me, I know you won’t let me pull out. It’s not even a conscious decision. It’s instinct.

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Hey there dpp people. Today I come to you with a spicy incest prompt that follows a mother and her son as they explore their taboo relationship. As you might have realized, I’ve left a lot of details pretty vague so there’s a lot of room to build something together. Personally, I prefer darker themes, the blurring of red lines and interesting power dynamics to spice up my RPs. To give you an idea of what I’m looking for, I’ve provided a partial kinkslist for you below.

Kinks: incest, public, power dynamics, cheating, cuckolding, consequences, getting caught/found out, breeding, pregnancy, rough sex,

Limits: scat, gore, etc.

I really hope that you’ll reach out. Just hmu and let’s get kinky.

All characters are 18+

The steamy air inside the showers is so thick and foggy from all the hot water that it almost hides the shapes of two people sharing an intimate moment so late this evening. Streams of steaming hot water rush over your athletic form, running down from your wet hair over the hard pebbles of your nipples, down to your pronounced abs and to the tip of your flopping erection. On you … my hands, rough and calloused, touching, exploring and claiming that body I helped you shape.

There’s no gentleness here; only purpose.

As you stand there, propped up on your toes, hands braced against the wet tiles of the gym’s shower, you can feel each of my powerful thrusts churning up your insides before my cock slams inside you and brushes against your sensitive prostate. We both know I’m big. WAY too big for you. But by now your initial protests have seized as your body not only adepts to my size, but begins to respond with building pleasure. Whenever I pull out of you, I can feel your insides hugging my thick, veiny shaft whose features have been seared into your mind over the last weeks and months. We’ve learned to read each other’s bodies so well by now that I immediately can tell how close your release is.

I support and hold your limb body like I always do when your strained and sore muscles begin to shake and give out from the intensity of the orgasm that hits you while you spurt out your weak, watery load against the wet tiles of the shower.

Others would grant you a short moment of reprieve, but not I. There’s no pause or interruption to my thrusting, and the brutal pace I set echoes through the showers with a wet:

Plap, plap, plap.

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Hello kinky RP people. Today I’m looking for a partner to explore a rather complicated relationship between a young athlete and his best friend’s dad (who happens to be(come) his coach). I’m rather flexible when it comes to kinks, however, I enjoy scenarios that are a bit darker, driven by deep trauma and daddy issues and take their time to explore the plethora of motives and deep rooted issues our characters carry with them. If you’re interested in longer term rps, hit me up and let’s create something together.

Kinks:
Rough sex, power dynamics, cock shock, feminization, cheating, breeding, anal, painal, rimming (receiving), raceplay, forced orgasms, age difference

Limits:
Scat, gore, the usual

Only serious requests with long term plans, please.

You feel the bed shift as the man lying next to you stirs. It’s a small movement, barely enough to ripple the sheet, but it pulls you out of sleep all the same. For a moment you don’t open your eyes. You let yourself float there, suspended between night and morning, between the version of you who walked into a bar yesterday and the one who woke up here. How did this happen?

Slowly, the first light of the day creeps into the room. It slips past the curtain like a secret and spills across the wall, pale and tentative, before finding you. You feel it warm your bare shoulder, then your arm, painting your naked skin in bronze as if the sun itself is trying to memorize you. The air smells faintly of salt and last night’s alcohol, yet of something so familiar that you somehow missed up until this night.

You remember fragments before you remember facts: his features, so new yet so familiar; the accidental brush of hands that wasn’t accidental after all. You remember thinking, even then, that this is was wrong. You tracked him down for a reason, but not for this. Or did you? Yet despite all that, you still gave in.

The next thing you remember is his body; how physical he was. Strong, dominant, demanding. His rough, calloused hands on your skin, his iron grip around your hips, his brutal pace that left you bruised and sore yet so satisfied like no other man ever had. Your climax and his degrading words as you stained the sheets with the weak spurt of cum you’re able to produce. And then … his seed. So hot. Feeling him unload inside you, with your legs desperately wrapped around him, refusing any chance of him pulling out. Leaving you so full; filled with his warmth. So glad to have refused to use protection.

Beside you, he exhales, long and slow. You open your eyes just enough to see him turned toward you. In the daylight, he looks different—more real, less myth. You feel a quiet ache bloom in your chest at the sight of him, sharp and sweet at once.

This shouldn’t have happened. The reasons line up easily now, sober and bright in the morning: the timing, the consequences. You know he’s thinking the same thing; and yet you can feel him lining himself up with your pink entrance again. He’s so hard, so big … for you. You brace to take him; grip the sheets again. You know it’ll be a challenge. You know he’ll be rough again; demanding. Time seems to have stopped. Outside, the world is already moving on. Inside, you hold onto this quiet, this shared understanding that your next words might change everything. Maybe you’re afraid that it will change things. It would be even scarier if it didn’t; yet you muster all that strength and determination and choose revelation at last.

“I’m your son.”

Next to you, he exhales.

“I know.”

And then he begins to thrust.

Hey there kinky RP people, as you see I want to explore an incestuous relationship between a son who has finally tracked down his father and approached him in a bar without revealing his identity. What will it do to them and how will it shape their relationship going forward.

Hmu and let’s find out together.

Kinks: Incest, age differences, size differences, darker themes, rough sex, public, cheating, consequences, breeding

Limits: scat, gore, lazy writing

The air inside the showers is thick and foggy from all the steam that it almost hides the shapes of two people sharing an intimate moment so late this evening. Streams of steaming hot water rush over your athletic form, running down from your wet hair over the mounds of your beautiful breasts, crowned by the hard pebbles of your nipples, down to your pronounced abs and strong legs. On you … my hands, rough and calloused, touching, exploring and claiming that body I helped you shape.

There’s no gentleness here; only purpose.

As you stand there, propped up on your toes, hands braced against the wet tiles of the gym’s shower, you can feel each of my powerful thrusts churning up your insides before my cock bottoms out of you and brushes against your sensitiv cervix. Whenever I pull out of you, I can feel your tight labia hugging my thick, veiny shaft whose features have been seared into your mind over the last weeks and months. We’ve learned to read each other’s bodies so well by now that I can tell immediately how close your release is when your pussy begins to tighten around me.

I support and hold your limb body like I always do when your strained and sore muscles begin to shake and give out from the intensity of the orgasm that hits you like a truck.

There’s no pause or interruption to my thrusting, however, and the brutal pace I set echoes through the showers with a wet:

Plap, plap, plap.

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Hello dear dpp people. Today I’m looking for a partner to explore a bit of a different RP in which a “lesbian” is secretly a dick loving slut who finds herself in an intense relationship with a man nobody would expect. I’m rather flexible when it comes to kinks, however, I enjoy scenarios that are a bit darker and take their time to explore the plethora of motives and deep rooted issues our characters carry with them. If you’re interested in longer term rps, hit me up and let’s create something together.

Kinks: darker themes, rough sex, public, risky, creampies, breeding, cheating, painal, forced orgasm, multiple orgasm, daddy issues, interracial, raceplay