u/BusyBeeBrooke

“Oh, Petey… don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Mary Jane says it softly, almost pitying. She’s perched on the edge of their bed in one of Peter’s old t-shirts, red hair a mess, lipstick smeared, her neck still flushed. She looks tired more than ashamed, hands folded neatly in her lap as Peter stands in the doorway with that same expression he always wears when life manages to catch him off guard.

Parker luck. He used to joke about it. It doesn’t feel very funny now.

It would almost be easier if she were cruel. If she were angry. Instead, she just sighs, glancing toward the half-open bathroom door, the steady sound of running water a constant reminder of the man inside. The one he’d found not thirty minutes ago, buried balls deep inside the love of his life. The one who'd made her scream in ways he'd never heard.

“You can’t honestly be surprised,” she murmurs, turning back to him. “You were never here. Not really. Not for me. You were too busy being Spider-Man. Saving the city, chasing the next crisis… coming home exhausted.” she pauses for a moment. “I don’t begrudge you that, Peter. But you can’t expect me to be grateful for whatever was left. And let's be honest...” her eyes flicker to his crotch as her mouth stretches to a grimace, "What's left isn't all that much."

She was right of course. They’d been through so much together. World ending threats. College. Deaths. Layoffs. For 12 long years she’d stood by his side and got barely anything in return.

She softens, just slightly. “I still love you. I’m not leaving you. But this isn’t stopping.” She draws in a slow breath. “If you still want me… then you have to accept that this is how things are now.”

Her eyes hold his, something gentle behind them as she offers a small, sympathetic smile.

“Face it, Tiger… you just don’t please me anymore.”

—-

Hey! I'd love to play Mary Jane Watson cheating on and cucking our favourite superhero after years of neglect.

Would you like to play Peter or the guy cucking him? Would love to her ideas on who that is by the way.

You can play both male characters, or we can share control of them

This is based on the marvel comics! Not MCU. We could even say they're married.

Happy to discuss details first or jump straight in, but either way I'd appreciate a sample of your writing!

Kinks include: CNC, cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

I paced back and forth outside your bedroom door. My green boots thumbing on the hardwood as my tits bounced in my leaf-green corset.

I could not believe I was having to do this.

Trust Mia to pull some shit like this. It was so her to cancel last minute. Weeks of planning down the drain as she sent a single text to announce that she's "Gonna go to Ryan's thing instead. Soz. Have fun tho". As if she hadn't been saying how good we were all going to look, just this morning.

It was so. Fucking. Typical.

Jade, of course, was on the verge of a meltdown. She'd spent months prepping for this party. Her first proper college Halloween, her first time hosting, and she'd told everyone that we were going as the "Gotham City Sirens". She hadn't a clue what that actually was of course, but hell would freeze over before she missed a chance to dress as Catwoman.

So here I was. 7pm on a Saturday night, wearing a Poison Ivy costume that left little to the imagination, and utterly without a Harley Quinn.

I took a deep breath as I hyped myself up. Reminding myself that you owed me. Of the 2K I'd given you eighteen months ago and not seen a penny of since. You owed me. You were the same size as Mia, you had to do this. And besides, you were my twin.

You'd say yes. You had to.

Fuck it. I didn't let myself think twice as I knocked rapidly at your door before letting myself in.

I strut right to the centre of your room, ignoring your protests as I toss Mia's Harley Quinn outfit to your bed, dropping my purse to the floor as I turn and glare at you, hand on hip.

"Shut up." I say sternly, "And try that on."

\---

Hey! I'd love to play your older sister as I essentially blackmail you into getting feminised for a party. It'll just be a one time thing... right?

I have so many ideas for how this night would play out, and would love to take you though it in sort of a DM/GM role, having you explore your sister's friend group and get hit on by plenty of guys and girls in the process.

There will, of course, be a bit of incest involved too. But I'm very excited by the idea of you falling deeper and deeper into this lie as the booze starts flowing, the games start coming and kisses start.... kissing?

Maybe some of my friends take a shine to you. In efforts to start paying off your debt, your sister whores you out to her friends.

By the end of your night, my "totally straight" brother isn't going to be so sure anymore. Hell, in a years time, you may have evolved into a full on cum loving trans sister.

Costume's aren't set in stone, I just couldn't think of many trios!

I have a full kinklist but some include:

CNC, cock/BBC worship, feminisation, sissification, bi encouragement, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

Harleen Quinzel came to one second at a time.

The first thing she registered was the pain. It screamed from every muscle and behind her eyes. Whatever had hit her, it hit hard.

The second was the restraints. Rope wrapped tight around her. Digging into her stomach and threatening to cut her breath as it bound her to a metal chair.

"P-puddin'?" she called out to the darkness.

At first, the dark didn't answer. But then she heard it. A faint wheeze of a laugh from somewhere close by.

A light clicked on. Not bright enough to fill the room. Just enough to illuminate one spot nearby.

The Joker sat across from her. Bound in much the same way but looking far worse than she felt, which was saying something. His chest moved, barely, as he slumped as much as his bindings would allow. His lips mumbled to himself.

Another light revealed a cage. Bud and Lou paced in tight circles, heads low, panting.

"Ya shoulda known better than to cross me, clown." A voice rang out from the dark.

She knew that voice. A name sat on the tip of her tongue. Had her head not still been ringing she might have placed it. She was still searching when the gun rose from the shadows, cocked and leveled against Mr. J's head.

"Stop!" She screamed. The word tore out of her before she'd fully processed what was happening.

"Stop." She whispered. Tears already streaming down her pale face.

"Leave him alone." She whimpered, "Please. Don't hurt him no more."

She strained forward until the rope cut into her. "Whaddya want? Ya want payback? Fine. Fine." Her eyes didn't leave The Joker's face. "Take it outta me. Leave him out of it and take it outta me."

\---

So, I think we all know where this is going.

I'd love to play Harley against one of Batman's other rogues. Her and the Joker have gone too far this time, pissed off the wrong person one too many times and now they're paying for it.

Would love to hear your takes on who this might be and how far their willing to push their new play thing, all in the name of saving the man she loves.

Maybe it's Two-Face or Penguin, and they sick a bunch of their goon's on her at once. Maybe Mad Hatter thinks she'd make the perfect Alice. Maybe something something "Some kinda Suicide Squad."

I'm taking pretty heavy inspiration from the Batman Arkham version of these characters but I'm well versed in the DC cartoons, comics and movies too. So let's make our own cannon 🙂

Please give a writing sample!

I have a full kinklist but some big ones (Not all necassary):

, bi encouragement, huge cocks, age gap,, beast, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum, clothed sex, CNC, cock/BBC worship, feminisation, sissification

Limits: Hyper sizes, gore within sex scenes, sounding, musk, scat

Harleen Quinzel came to one second at a time.

The first thing she registered was the pain. It screamed from every muscle and behind her eyes. Whatever had hit her, it hit hard.

The second was the restraints. Rope wrapped tight around her. Digging into her stomach and threatening to cut her breath as it bound her to a metal chair.

"P-puddin'?" she called out to the darkness.

At first, the dark didn't answer. But then she heard it. A faint wheeze of a laugh from somewhere close by.

A light clicked on. Not bright enough to fill the room. Just enough to illuminate one spot nearby.

The Joker sat across from her. Bound in much the same way but looking far worse than she felt, which was saying something. His chest moved, barely, as he slumped as much as his bindings would allow. His lips mumbled to himself.

Another light revealed a cage. Bud and Lou paced in tight circles, heads low, panting.

"Ya shoulda known better than to cross me, clown." A voice rang out from the dark.

She knew that voice. A name sat on the tip of her tongue. Had her head not still been ringing she might have placed it. She was still searching when the gun rose from the shadows, cocked and leveled against Mr. J's head.

"Stop!" She screamed. The word tore out of her before she'd fully processed what was happening.

"Stop." She whispered. Tears already streaming down her pale face.

"Leave him alone." She whimpered, "Please. Don't hurt him no more."

She strained forward until the rope cut into her. "Whaddya want? Ya want payback? Fine. Fine." Her eyes didn't leave The Joker's face. "Take it outta me. Leave him out of it and take it outta me."

\---

So, I think we all know where this is going.

I'd love to play Harley against one of Batman's other rogues. Her and the Joker have gone too far this time, pissed off the wrong person one too many times and now they're paying for it.

Would love to hear your takes on who this might be and how far their willing to push their new play thing, all in the name of saving the man she loves.

Maybe it's Two-Face or Penguin, and they sick a bunch of their goon's on her at once. Maybe Mad Hatter thinks she'd make the perfect Alice. Maybe something something "Some kinda Suicide Squad."

I'm taking pretty heavy inspiration from the Batman Arkham version of these characters but I'm well versed in the DC cartoons, comics and movies too. So let's make our own cannon 🙂

Please give a writing sample!

I have a full kinklist but some big ones (Not all necassary):

, bi encouragement, huge cocks, age gap,, beast, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum, clothed sex, CNC, cock/BBC worship, feminisation, sissification

Limits: Hyper sizes, gore within sex scenes, sounding, musk, scat

“Oh, Petey… don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Mary Jane says it softly, almost pitying. She’s perched on the edge of their bed in one of Peter’s old t-shirts, red hair a mess, lipstick smeared, her neck still flushed. She looks tired more than ashamed, hands folded neatly in her lap as Peter stands in the doorway with that same expression he always wears when life manages to catch him off guard.

Parker luck. He used to joke about it. It doesn’t feel very funny now.

It would almost be easier if she were cruel. If she were angry. Instead, she just sighs, glancing toward the half-open bathroom door, the steady sound of running water a constant reminder of the man inside. The one he’d found not thirty minutes ago, buried balls deep inside the love of his life. The one who'd made her scream in ways he'd never heard.

“You can’t honestly be surprised,” she murmurs, turning back to him. “You were never here. Not really. Not for me. You were too busy being Spider-Man. Saving the city, chasing the next crisis… coming home exhausted.” she pauses for a moment. “I don’t begrudge you that, Peter. But you can’t expect me to be grateful for whatever was left. And let's be honest...” her eyes flicker to his crotch as her mouth stretches to a grimace, "What's left isn't all that much."

She was right of course. They’d been through so much together. World ending threats. College. Deaths. Layoffs. For 12 long years she’d stood by his side and got barely anything in return.

She softens, just slightly. “I still love you. I’m not leaving you. But this isn’t stopping.” She draws in a slow breath. “If you still want me… then you have to accept that this is how things are now.”

Her eyes hold his, something gentle behind them as she offers a small, sympathetic smile.

“Face it, Tiger… you just don’t please me anymore.”

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Hey! I'd love to play Mary Jane cheating on and cucking Peter after years of neglect.

Would you like to play Peter or the guy cucking him? Would love to her ideas on who that is by the way.

You can play both male characters, or we can share control of one of them maybe.

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*This is based on the marvel comics! Not MCU. We could even say they're married.

Happy to discuss details first or jump straight in, but either way I'd appreciate a sample of your writing!

Kinks include: CNC, cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

“Oh, Petey… don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Mary Jane says it softly, almost pitying. She’s perched on the edge of their bed in one of Peter’s old t-shirts, red hair a mess, lipstick smeared, her neck still flushed. She looks tired more than ashamed, hands folded neatly in her lap as Peter stands in the doorway with that same expression he always wears when life manages to catch him off guard.

Parker luck. He used to joke about it. It doesn’t feel very funny now.

It would almost be easier if she were cruel. If she were angry. Instead, she just sighs, glancing toward the half-open bathroom door, the steady sound of running water a constant reminder of the man inside. The one he’d found not thirty minutes ago, buried balls deep inside the love of his life. The one who'd made her scream in ways he'd never heard.

“You can’t honestly be surprised,” she murmurs, turning back to him. “You were never here. Not really. Not for me. You were too busy being Spider-Man. Saving the city, chasing the next crisis… coming home exhausted.” she pauses for a moment. “I don’t begrudge you that, Peter. But you can’t expect me to be grateful for whatever was left. And let's be honest...” her eyes flicker to his crotch as her mouth stretches to a grimace, "What's left isn't all that much."

She was right of course. They’d been through so much together. World ending threats. College. Deaths. Layoffs. For 12 long years she’d stood by his side and got barely anything in return.

She softens, just slightly. “I still love you. I’m not leaving you. But this isn’t stopping.” She draws in a slow breath. “If you still want me… then you have to accept that this is how things are now.”

Her eyes hold his, something gentle behind them as she offers a small, sympathetic smile.

“Face it, Tiger… you just don’t please me anymore.”

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\~\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\~\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\~

Hey! I'd love to play Mary Jane cheating on and cucking Peter after years of neglect.

Would you like to play Peter or the guy cucking him? Would love to her ideas on who that is by the way.

You can play both male characters, or we can share control of one of them maybe.

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*This is based on the marvel comics! Not MCU. We could even say they're married.

Happy to discuss details first or jump straight in, but either way I'd appreciate a sample of your writing!

Kinks include: CNC, cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

I paced back and forth outside your bedroom door. My green boots thumbing on the hardwood as my tits bounced in my leaf-green corset.

I could not believe I was having to do this.

Trust Mia to pull some shit like this. It was so her to cancel last minute. Weeks of planning down the drain as she sent a single text to announce that she's "Gonna go to Ryan's thing instead. Soz. Have fun tho". As if she hadn't been saying how good we were all going to look, just this morning.

It was so. Fucking. Typical.

Jade, of course, was on the verge of a meltdown. She'd spent months prepping for this party. Her first proper college Halloween, her first time hosting, and she'd told everyone that we were going as the "Gotham City Sirens". She hadn't a clue what that actually was of course, but hell would freeze over before she missed a chance to dress as Catwoman.

So here I was. 7pm on a Saturday night, wearing a Poison Ivy costume that left little to the imagination, and utterly without a Harley Quinn.

I took a deep breath as I hyped myself up. Reminding myself that you owed me. Of the 2K I'd given you eighteen months ago and not seen a penny of since. You owed me. You were the same size as Mia, you had to do this. And besides, you were my twin.

You'd say yes. You had to.

Fuck it. I didn't let myself think twice as I knocked rapidly at your door before letting myself in.

I strut right to the centre of your room, ignoring your protests as I toss Mia's Harley Quinn outfit to your bed, dropping my purse to the floor as I turn and glare at you, hand on hip.

"Shut up." I say sternly, "And try that on."

\---

Hey! I'd love to play your older sister as I essentially blackmail you into getting feminised for a party. It'll just be a one time thing... right?

I have so many ideas for how this night would play out, and would love to take you though it in sort of a DM/GM role, having you explore your sister's friend group and get hit on by plenty of guys and girls in the process.

There will, of course, be a bit of incest involved too. But I'm very excited by the idea of you falling deeper and deeper into this lie as the booze starts flowing, the games start coming and kisses start.... kissing?

Maybe some of my friends take a shine to you. In efforts to start paying off your debt, your sister whores you out to her friends.

By the end of your night, my "totally straight" brother isn't going to be so sure anymore. Hell, in a years time, you may have evolved into a full on cum loving trans sister.

Costume's aren't set in stone, I just couldn't think of many trios!

I have a full kinklist but some include:

CNC, cock/BBC worship, feminisation, sissification, bi encouragement, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

“Oh, Petey… don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Mary Jane says it softly, almost pitying. She’s perched on the edge of their bed in one of Peter’s old t-shirts, red hair a mess, lipstick smeared, her neck still flushed. She looks tired more than ashamed, hands folded neatly in her lap as Peter stands in the doorway with that same expression he always wears when life manages to catch him off guard.

Parker luck. He used to joke about it. It doesn’t feel very funny now.

It would almost be easier if she were cruel. If she were angry. Instead, she just sighs, glancing toward the half-open bathroom door, the steady sound of running water a constant reminder of the man inside. The one he’d found not thirty minutes ago, buried balls deep inside the love of his life. The one who'd made her scream in ways he'd never heard.

“You can’t honestly be surprised,” she murmurs, turning back to him. “You were never here. Not really. Not for me. You were too busy being Spider-Man. Saving the city, chasing the next crisis… coming home exhausted.” she pauses for a moment. “I don’t begrudge you that, Peter. But you can’t expect me to be grateful for whatever was left. And let's be honest...” her eyes flicker to his crotch as her mouth stretches to a grimace, "What's left isn't all that much."

She was right of course. They’d been through so much together. World ending threats. College. Deaths. Layoffs. For 12 long years she’d stood by his side and got barely anything in return.

She softens, just slightly. “I still love you. I’m not leaving you. But this isn’t stopping.” She draws in a slow breath. “If you still want me… then you have to accept that this is how things are now.”

Her eyes hold his, something gentle behind them as she offers a small, sympathetic smile.

“Face it, Tiger… you just don’t please me anymore.”

\\\\\\\~\\\\\\\~\\\\\\\~

Hey! I'd love to play Mary Jane cheating on and cucking Peter after years of neglect.

Would you like to play Peter or the guy cucking him? Would love to her ideas on who that is by the way.

You can play both male characters, or we can share control of one of them maybe.

\\\\\\\*This is based on the marvel comics! Not MCU. We could even say they're married.

Happy to discuss details first or jump straight in, but either way I'd appreciate a sample of your writing!

Kinks include: CNC, cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

I paced back and forth outside your bedroom door. My green boots thumbing on the hardwood as my tits bounced in my leaf-green corset.

I could not believe I was having to do this.

Trust Mia to pull some shit like this. It was so her to cancel last minute. Weeks of planning down the drain as she sent a single text to announce that she's "Gonna go to Ryan's thing instead. Soz. Have fun tho". As if she hadn't been saying how good we were all going to look, just this morning.

It was so. Fucking. Typical.

Jade, of course, was on the verge of a meltdown. She'd spent months prepping for this party. Her first proper college Halloween, her first time hosting, and she'd told everyone that we were going as the "Gotham City Sirens". She hadn't a clue what that actually was of course, but hell would freeze over before she missed a chance to dress as Catwoman.

So here I was. 7pm on a Saturday night, wearing a Poison Ivy costume that left little to the imagination, and utterly without a Harley Quinn.

I took a deep breath as I hyped myself up. Reminding myself that you owed me. Of the 2K I'd given you eighteen months ago and not seen a penny of since. You owed me. You were the same size as Mia, you had to do this. And besides, you were my twin.

You'd say yes. You had to.

Fuck it. I didn't let myself think twice as I knocked rapidly at your door before letting myself in.

I strut right to the centre of your room, ignoring your protests as I toss Mia's Harley Quinn outfit to your bed, dropping my purse to the floor as I turn and glare at you, hand on hip.

"Shut up." I say sternly, "And try that on."

---

Hey! I'd love to play your older sister as I essentially blackmail you into getting feminised for a party. It'll just be a one time thing... right?

I have so many ideas for how this night would play out, and would love to take you though it in sort of a DM/GM role, having you explore your sister's friend group and get hit on by plenty of guys and girls in the process.

There will, of course, be a bit of incest involved too. But I'm very excited by the idea of you falling deeper and deeper into this lie as the booze starts flowing, the games start coming and kisses start.... kissing?

Maybe some of my friends take a shine to you. In efforts to start paying off your debt, your sister whores you out to her friends.

By the end of your night, my "totally straight" brother isn't going to be so sure anymore. Hell, in a years time, you may have evolved into a full on cum loving trans sister.

Costume's aren't set in stone, I just couldn't think of many trios!

I have a full kinklist but some include:

CNC, cock/BBC worship, feminisation, sissification, bi encouragement, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

I paced back and forth outside your bedroom door. My green boots thumbing on the hardwood as my tits bounced in my leaf-green corset.

I could not believe I was having to do this.

Trust Mia to pull some shit like this. It was so her to cancel last minute. Weeks of planning down the drain as she sent a single text to announce that she's "Gonna go to Ryan's thing instead. Soz. Have fun tho". As if she hadn't been saying how good we were all going to look, just this morning.

It was so. Fucking. Typical.

Jade, of course, was on the verge of a meltdown. She'd spent months prepping for this party. Her first proper college Halloween, her first time hosting, and she'd told everyone that we were going as the "Gotham City Sirens". She hadn't a clue what that actually was of course, but hell would freeze over before she missed a chance to dress as Catwoman.

So here I was. 7pm on a Saturday night, wearing a Poison Ivy costume that left little to the imagination, and utterly without a Harley Quinn.

I took a deep breath as I hyped myself up. Reminding myself that you owed me. Of the 2K I'd given you eighteen months ago and not seen a penny of since. You owed me. You were the same size as Mia, you had to do this. And besides, you were my twin.

You'd say yes. You had to.

Fuck it. I didn't let myself think twice as I knocked rapidly at your door before letting myself in.

I strut right to the centre of your room, ignoring your protests as I toss Mia's Harley Quinn outfit to your bed, dropping my purse to the floor as I turn and glare at you, hand on hip.

"Shut up." I say sternly, "And try that on."

---

Hey! I'd love to play your older sister as I essentially blackmail you into getting feminised for a party. It'll just be a one time thing... right?

I have so many ideas for how this night would play out, and would love to take you though it in sort of a DM/GM role, having you explore your sister's friend group and get hit on by plenty of guys and girls in the process.

There will, of course, be a bit of incest involved too. But I'm very excited by the idea of you falling deeper and deeper into this lie as the booze starts flowing, the games start coming and kisses start.... kissing?

Maybe some of my friends take a shine to you. In efforts to start paying off your debt, your sister whores you out to her friends.

By the end of your night, my "totally straight" brother isn't going to be so sure anymore. Hell, in a years time, you may have evolved into a full on cum loving trans sister.

Costume's aren't set in stone, I just couldn't think of many trios!

I have a full kinklist but some include:

CNC, cock/BBC worship, feminisation, sissification, bi encouragement, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

"Baby, It's not cheating!" I pout defensively, glancing up at you as you stare intently at your phone. The room's silent, except for the sounds of the video your watching.

There's a face on the screen, my face. Flushed red, eyes rolled back and drool dripping from my grinning mouth. "Fuck, Daddy, yes!" I moan as the camera pulls back to reveal me laid back on a couch, our couch. My legs held back behind my head as the biggest, blackest cock you've ever seen rams into me. My stomach bulges as every inch is worked deeper and deeper inside of me, my hand dancing furiously against my clit as I beg my mysterious lover to, "Breed me with that superior dick".

"It's just... we owe it to them" I explain coyly, blushing up at you. You might have thought I was embarrassed. Really, I was just flushed from reliving that experience. You on the other hand, I hadn't a clue what you were thinking.

"So many years of oppression..." I continue, wringing my hands in my lap as I try to explain, "This whole movement, it's about paying reparations the only way we can." I take the phone from you now, setting it down on the couch as I take your hands in my own.

"I need to know you understand..." I say sternly, "I need to know you're not racist!"

—-

Hey! I'd love to play out your girlfriend falling into the BNWO, insisting she loves you and just wants to do her part. White guilt is a hell of a drug

I'd be happy to write for myself as well as any of the bulls, but I'm also happy to share or let you take control of that.

Happy to discuss details first or jump straight in, but either way I'd appreciate a sample of your writing!

Kinks include: CNC, cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

“My Nitro’s about to expire.”

“You have five minutes to get on Overwatch or you’re blocked for two days.”

“Cancel your date. I want to call tonight.”

“I’m going out later. Do my tits look good in this dress?”

Just a few of the messages I’d sent you over the last two years. Casual little things. Petty demands. Small cruelties masquerading as attention.

We’d met in some dead LFG server for a game that had long since shut its servers, and you’d folded almost instantly. I think it was the voice first. Warm, sweet, easy to mistake for kindness. After that, it didn’t take much. A few late-night queues. Private calls. The occasional picture. Basic attention, easily mistaken for chemistry by someone as lonely as you.

I’d had plenty of simps in my DMs before you. But no one let me sink my claws in quite as deep. Maybe because you took it all so easily. Every insult. Every little twist of the knife. Every ignored DM, answered the second I wanted something. It was fun, at first. Something to toy with when I was bored. A lonely loser on the other end of a screen, so eager to be wanted you’d settle for being used.

Sometimes I wondered what really kept you around.

Maybe it was the lewds I’d send when I was wanting some attention.

Or the calls I’d sit on as I let you get off to my voice.

Or maybe, because in your heart of hearts, you actually believed that one day I’d give you a chance.

\~\~\~

Hey! So this would very much lend itself more to a “text exchange” rather than full on roleplay. Though I’m curious how you see things progressing.

Obviously this is pretty femdom heavy, the extent of which is up to you though, I’m down for most things.

This is pretty inspired by some screenshots I saw on instagram of some truly hopeless simps, and also the average twitch streamers moderators. So bonus points if you’re clued into those kinds of vibes.

I have a full kinklist but some big ones:

cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum, cnc, forced bi/bi encouragement

Not all of those have to be included!

If you’d be playing as male, I do enjoy the thought of some bi encouragement. “It would be so hot to see you kiss another guy” kinda thing, as I sign you up to grindr. Again, not mandatory!

“Oh, Petey… don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Mary Jane says it softly, almost pitying. She’s perched on the edge of their bed in one of Peter’s old t-shirts, red hair a mess, lipstick smeared, her neck still flushed. She looks tired more than ashamed, hands folded neatly in her lap as Peter stands in the doorway with that same expression he always wears when life manages to catch him off guard.

Parker luck. He used to joke about it. It doesn’t feel very funny now.

It would almost be easier if she were cruel. If she were angry. Instead, she just sighs, glancing toward the half-open bathroom door, the steady sound of running water a constant reminder of the man inside. The one he’d found not thirty minutes ago, buried balls deep inside the love of his life. The one who'd made her scream in ways he'd never heard.

“You can’t honestly be surprised,” she murmurs, turning back to him. “You were never here. Not really. Not for me. You were too busy being Spider-Man. Saving the city, chasing the next crisis… coming home exhausted.” she pauses for a moment. “I don’t begrudge you that, Peter. But you can’t expect me to be grateful for whatever was left. And let's be honest...” her eyes flicker to his crotch as her mouth stretches to a grimace, "What's left isn't all that much."

She was right of course. They’d been through so much together. World ending threats. College. Deaths. Layoffs. For 12 long years she’d stood by his side and got barely anything in return.

She softens, just slightly. “I still love you. I’m not leaving you. But this isn’t stopping.” She draws in a slow breath. “If you still want me… then you have to accept that this is how things are now.”

Her eyes hold his, something gentle behind them as she offers a small, sympathetic smile.

“Face it, Tiger… you just don’t please me anymore.”

\\\~\\\~\\\~

Hey! I'd love to play Mary Jane cheating on and cucking Peter after years of neglect.

Would you like to play Peter or the guy cucking him? Would love to her ideas on who that is by the way.

You can play both male characters, or we can share control of one of them maybe.

\\\*This is based on the marvel comics! Not MCU. We could even say they're married.

Happy to discuss details first or jump straight in, but either way I'd appreciate a sample of your writing!

Kinks include: CNC, cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

“My Nitro’s about to expire.”

“You have five minutes to get on Overwatch or you’re blocked for two days.”

“Cancel your date. I want to call tonight.”

“I’m going out later. Do my tits look good in this dress?”

Just a few of the messages I’d sent you over the last two years. Casual little things. Petty demands. Small cruelties masquerading as attention.

We’d met in some dead LFG server for a game that had long since shut its servers, and you’d folded almost instantly. I think it was the voice first. Warm, sweet, easy to mistake for kindness. After that, it didn’t take much. A few late-night queues. Private calls. The occasional picture. Basic attention, easily mistaken for chemistry by someone as lonely as you.

I’d had plenty of simps in my DMs before you. But no one let me sink my claws in quite as deep. Maybe because you took it all so easily. Every insult. Every little twist of the knife. Every ignored DM, answered the second I wanted something. It was fun, at first. Something to toy with when I was bored. A lonely loser on the other end of a screen, so eager to be wanted you’d settle for being used.

Sometimes I wondered what really kept you around.

Maybe it was the lewds I’d send when I was wanting some attention.

Or the calls I’d sit on as I let you get off to my voice.

Or maybe, because in your heart of hearts, you actually believed that one day I’d give you a chance.

~~~

Hey! So this would very much lend itself more to a “text exchange” rather than full on roleplay. Though I’m curious how you see things progressing.

Obviously this is pretty femdom heavy, the extent of which is up to you though, I’m down for most things.

This is pretty inspired by some screenshots I saw on instagram of some truly hopeless simps, and also the average twitch streamers moderators. So bonus points if you’re clued into those kinds of vibes.

I have a full kinklist but some big ones:

cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum, cnc, forced bi/bi encouragement

Not all of those have to be included!

If you’d be playing as male, I do enjoy the thought of some bi encouragement. “It would be so hot to see you kiss another guy” kinda thing, as I sign you up to grindr. Again, not mandatory!

“My Nitro’s about to expire.”

“You have five minutes to get on Overwatch or you’re blocked for two days.”

“Cancel your date. I want to call tonight.”

“I’m going out later. Do my tits look good in this dress?”

Just a few of the messages I’d sent you over the last two years. Casual little things. Petty demands. Small cruelties masquerading as attention.

We’d met in some dead LFG server for a game that had long since shut its servers, and you’d folded almost instantly. I think it was the voice first. Warm, sweet, easy to mistake for kindness. After that, it didn’t take much. A few late-night queues. Private calls. The occasional picture. Basic attention, easily mistaken for chemistry by someone as lonely as you.

I’d had plenty of simps in my DMs before you. But no one let me sink my claws in quite as deep. Maybe because you took it all so easily. Every insult. Every little twist of the knife. Every ignored DM, answered the second I wanted something. It was fun, at first. Something to toy with when I was bored. A lonely loser on the other end of a screen, so eager to be wanted you’d settle for being used.

Sometimes I wondered what really kept you around.

Maybe it was the Leeds I’d send when I was wanting some attention.

Or the calls I’d sit on as I let you get off to my voice.

Or maybe, because in your heart of hearts, you actually believed that one day I’d give you a chance.

\*\*\*

Hey! So this would very much lend itself more to a “text exchange” rather than full on roleplay. Though I’m curious how you see things progressing.

Obviously this is pretty femdom heavy, the extent of which is up to you though, I’m down for most things.

This is pretty inspired by some screenshots I saw on instagram of some truly hopeless simps, and also the average twitch streamers moderators. So bonus points if you’re clued into those kinds of vibes.

I have a full kinklist but some big ones:

cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum, cnc, forced bi/bi encouragement

Not all of those have to be included!

If you’d be playing as male, I do enjoy the thought of some bi encouragement. “It would be so hot to see you kiss another guy” kinda thing, as I sign you up to grindr. Again, not mandatory!

The Stones had worked exactly as Thanos intended. Perfect. Random. Half of all life in the universe erased in an instant, the survivors left stood beneath a rain of drifting ash and stunned silence. Fathers vanished beside daughters. Brothers beside sisters. Entire cities screamed to a halt in heartbeat. It should have been blind chance, cruel and indifferent in its arithmetic. And yet, when the screaming stopped and the world began counting its dead, the pattern that emerged was impossible.

Every man was gone. Every father, every son, every husband, every boy.

Across Earth and far beyond it, the half of existence stolen by the Snap had, by some divine error or cosmic cruelty, been every living thing unfortunate enough to carry a Y chromosome. Even Thanos himself had turned to dust with the Gauntlet still on his hand, leaving behind a broken universe and no way to fix it.

The women left behind did what they could. The Avengers (what remained of them, anyway) held the world together with aching bodies and thinning patience while the rest of humanity learned how to survive the silence. They kept the lights on. Kept the borders standing. Kept civilization limping forward through grief, panic, and the slow horror of what this world now meant. No men meant no sons. No husbands. No fathers. No next generation. No future.

The first year was chaos. The second was survival, cosplaying as normalcy. By the third, hope had faded to desperation. Humanity had survived the Snap. It would not survive what came after it.

And then they found him. They found you.

One man. Alive. A single impossible survivor pulled from the ruins of a dead world and rushed into Avengers custody before anyone else could get their hands on you. The tests were run, then run again. Human. Male. Healthy. Fertile... The only one left. By nightfall you were gone. Quietly escorted to the Avengers compound, hidden deep underground for your own protection, and for theirs. The world would learn soon enough that there was still a man left alive. But first, the Avengers would have him to themselves...

\~\~\~

Hey! This is heavily inspired by both the MCU (duh) but also a comic series called Y the Last Man.

I'd love to play a harem of Marvel heroines for you as we explore this manless world. I realise this prompt doesn’t give away much in the way of smut so if you’re wondering how I tend to write that, check out one of my other prompts.

We can take anyone from the films or comics, I'm familiar with both and I'd love to dive into all the characters who get you aching.

I simply ask that you're collaberative, literate, and give me more to work with than, "Hi can we RP". A couple paragraphs OOC and a writing sample, please!

Give me some heroines you’d like to have involved! We can have plenty mor throughout!

So long as I’m familiar with them in some form of Marvel media, MCU, Comics, Cartoons, Marvel Rivals, they’re on the table

Let me know about your character! Are they a Marvel hero, a nobody? An OC? What have they been up to these past few years?

I have a full kinklist but some big ones:

CNC, cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

NOT ALL OF THESE HAVE TO BE INCLUDED

The Stones had worked exactly as Thanos intended. Perfect. Random. Half of all life in the universe erased in an instant, the survivors left stood beneath a rain of drifting ash and stunned silence. Fathers vanished beside daughters. Brothers beside sisters. Entire cities screamed to a halt in heartbeat. It should have been blind chance, cruel and indifferent in its arithmetic. And yet, when the screaming stopped and the world began counting its dead, the pattern that emerged was impossible.

Every man was gone. Every father, every son, every husband, every boy.

Across Earth and far beyond it, the half of existence stolen by the Snap had, by some divine error or cosmic cruelty, been every living thing unfortunate enough to carry a Y chromosome. Even Thanos himself had turned to dust with the Gauntlet still on his hand, leaving behind a broken universe and no way to fix it.

The women left behind did what they could. The Avengers (what remained of them, anyway) held the world together with aching bodies and thinning patience while the rest of humanity learned how to survive the silence. They kept the lights on. Kept the borders standing. Kept civilization limping forward through grief, panic, and the slow horror of what this world now meant. No men meant no sons. No husbands. No fathers. No next generation. No future.

The first year was chaos. The second was survival, cosplaying as normalcy. By the third, hope had faded to desperation. Humanity had survived the Snap. It would not survive what came after it.

And then they found him. They found you.

One man. Alive. A single impossible survivor pulled from the ruins of a dead world and rushed into Avengers custody before anyone else could get their hands on you. The tests were run, then run again. Human. Male. Healthy. Fertile... The only one left. By nightfall you were gone. Quietly escorted to the Avengers compound, hidden deep underground for your own protection, and for theirs. The world would learn soon enough that there was still a man left alive. But first, the Avengers would have him to themselves...

~~~

Hey! This is heavily inspired by both the MCU (duh) but also a comic series called Y the Last Man.

I'd love to play a harem of Marvel heroines for you as we explore this manless world. I realise this prompt doesn’t give away much in the way of smut so if you’re wondering how I tend to write that, check out one of my other prompts.

We can take anyone from the films or comics, I'm familiar with both and I'd love to dive into all the characters who get you aching.

I simply ask that you're collaberative, literate, and give me more to work with than, "Hi can we RP". A couple paragraphs OOC and a writing sample, please!

Give me some heroines you’d like to have involved! We can have plenty mor throughout!

So long as I’m familiar with them in some form of Marvel media, MCU, Comics, Cartoons, Marvel Rivals, they’re on the table

Let me know about your character! Are they a Marvel hero, a nobody? An OC? What have they been up to these past few years?

I have a full kinklist but some big ones:

CNC, cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

NOT ALL OF THESE HAVE TO BE INCLUDED

"Baby, It's not cheating!" I pout defensively, glancing up at you as you stare intently at your phone. The room's silent, except for the sounds of the video your watching.

There's a face on the screen, my face. Flushed red, eyes rolled back and drool dripping from my grinning mouth. "Fuck, Daddy, yes!" I moan as the camera pulls back to reveal me laid back on a couch, our couch. My legs held back behind my head as the biggest, blackest cock you've ever seen rams into me. My stomach bulges as every inch is worked deeper and deeper inside of me, my hand dancing furiously against my clit as I beg my mysterious lover to, "Breed me with that superior dick".

"It's just... we owe it to them" I explain coyly, blushing up at you. You might have thought I was embarrassed. Really, I was just flushed from reliving that experience. You on the other hand, I hadn't a clue what you were thinking.

"So many years of oppression..." I continue, wringing my hands in my lap as I try to explain, "This whole movement, it's about paying reparations the only way we can." I take the phone from you now, setting it down on the couch as I take your hands in my own.

"I need to know you understand..." I say sternly, "I need to know you're not racist!"

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*

Hey! I'd love to play out your girlfriend falling into the BNWO, insisting she loves you and just wants to do her part. White guilt is a hell of a drug

I'd be happy to write for myself as well as any of the bulls, but I'm also happy to share or let you take control of that.

Happy to discuss details first or jump straight in, but either way I'd appreciate a sample of your writing!

Kinks include: CNC, cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

“My Discord Nitro’s about to expire.”

“You have five minutes to get on Overwatch or you’re blocked for two days.”

“Cancel your date. I want to call tonight.”

“I’m going out later. Do my tits look good in this dress?”

Just a few of the messages I’d sent you over the last two years. Casual little things. Petty demands. Small cruelties masquerading as attention.

We’d met in some dead LFG server for a game that had long since shut its servers, and you’d folded almost instantly. I think it was the voice first. Warm, sweet, easy to mistake for kindness. After that, it didn’t take much. A few late-night queues. Private calls. The occasional picture. Basic attention, easily mistaken for chemistry by someone as lonely as you.

I’d had plenty of simps in my DMs before you. But no one let me sink my claws in quite as deep. Maybe because you took it all so easily. Every insult. Every little twist of the knife. Every ignored DM, answered the second I wanted something. It was fun, at first. Something to toy with when I was bored. A lonely loser on the other end of a screen, so eager to be wanted you’d settle for being used.

Sometimes I wondered what really kept you around.

Maybe it was the Leeds I’d send when I was wanting some attention.

Or the calls I’d sit on as I let you get off to my voice.

Or maybe, because in your heart of hearts, you actually believed that one day I’d give you a chance.

\\\*\\\*\\\*

Hey! So this would very much lend itself more to a “text exchange” rather than full on roleplay. Though I’m curious how you see things progressing.

Obviously this is pretty femdom heavy, the extent of which is up to you though, I’m down for most things.

This is pretty inspired by some screenshots I saw on instagram of some truly hopeless simps, and also the average twitch streamers moderators. So bonus points if you’re clued into those kinds of vibes.

I have a full kinklist but some big ones:

cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum, cnc, forced bi/bi encouragement

Not all of those have to be included!

If you’d be playing as male, I do enjoy the thought of some bi encouragement. “It would be so hot to see you kiss another guy” kinda thing, as I sign you up to grindr. Again, not mandatory!

The Stones had worked exactly as Thanos intended. Perfect. Random. Half of all life in the universe erased in an instant, the survivors left stood beneath a rain of drifting ash and stunned silence. Fathers vanished beside daughters. Brothers beside sisters. Entire cities screamed to a halt in heartbeat. It should have been blind chance, cruel and indifferent in its arithmetic. And yet, when the screaming stopped and the world began counting its dead, the pattern that emerged was impossible.

Every man was gone. Every father, every son, every husband, every boy.

Across Earth and far beyond it, the half of existence stolen by the Snap had, by some divine error or cosmic cruelty, been every living thing unfortunate enough to carry a Y chromosome. Even Thanos himself had turned to dust with the Gauntlet still on his hand, leaving behind a broken universe and no way to fix it.

The women left behind did what they could. The Avengers (what remained of them, anyway) held the world together with aching bodies and thinning patience while the rest of humanity learned how to survive the silence. They kept the lights on. Kept the borders standing. Kept civilization limping forward through grief, panic, and the slow horror of what this world now meant. No men meant no sons. No husbands. No fathers. No next generation. No future.

The first year was chaos. The second was survival, cosplaying as normalcy. By the third, hope had faded to desperation. Humanity had survived the Snap. It would not survive what came after it.

And then they found him. They found you.

One man. Alive. A single impossible survivor pulled from the ruins of a dead world and rushed into Avengers custody before anyone else could get their hands on you. The tests were run, then run again. Human. Male. Healthy. Fertile... The only one left. By nightfall you were gone. Quietly escorted to the Avengers compound, hidden deep underground for your own protection, and for theirs. The world would learn soon enough that there was still a man left alive. But first, the Avengers would have him to themselves...

\\\*\\\*\\\*

Hey! This is heavily inspired by both the MCU (duh) but also a comic series called Y the Last Man.

I'd love to play a harem of Marvel heroines for you as we explore this manless world. I realise this prompt doesn’t give away much in the way of smut so if you’re wondering how I tend to write that, check out one of my other prompts.

We can take anyone from the films or comics, I'm familiar with both and I'd love to dive into all the characters who get you aching.

I simply ask that you're collaberative, literate, and give me more to work with than, "Hi can we RP". A couple paragraphs OOC and a writing sample, please!

Give me some heroines you’d like to have involved! We can have plenty mor throughout!

So long as I’m familiar with them in some form of Marvel media, MCU, Comics, Cartoons, Marvel Rivals, they’re on the table

Let me know about your character! Are they a Marvel hero, a nobody? An OC? What have they been up to these past few years?

I have a full kinklist but some big ones:

CNC, cock/BBC worship, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial/raceplay, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming, messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, groupsex, harems, BNWO, cum

NOT ALL OF THESE HAVE TO BE INCLUDED