u/ElectricLuxray

It's that time again! Where my ADHD is acting up, and I lack a true hyperfixation to occupy the empty space in my brain...hence my pursuit of of. Whatever the hell these ideas are. Essentially, I'm just gonna ramble here for a little bit, list my ideas, and hope for the best. It's a little of this, a little of that, and it's a little all over the place. Some extreme stuff, some rule 34, some esoteric stuff. Casting a wide net, as I usually do. And as usual, I'll start with the ideas I've put the most thought into, and work my way down from there.

Cool? Cool.

...mostly MILF stuff again, tbh.

Futa New World Order, and A New Wife: This is...definitely hitting the more extreme end of things. Which is to say, we have a mildly dystopian, perhaps mildly retro, setting for this particular idea. A new world order has arisen, that places Futanari women in places of power, in places of luxury, and in places of worship. And for the most part, the world is actually...better. The environment is recovering, birth rates are bouncing back, worldwide economies are booming, wealth is redistributed fairly(though perhaps with SOME preference given to the she-studs of world when it comes to money)...all is well.

..Just. Don't ask what happened to the men. To the husbands who had their marriages invalidated, and where they vanished to. Don't ask, because you really don't want to know!

What I'd be looking for here is. Obviously I'm playing a Futa, who has suddenly amassed herself wealth and power, and is enjoying it. Maybe she's already married, maybe she's not. But suddenly, she's going to have someone trying her best to endear herself to be her next bride. (Second or third wife, essentially. Or first!)

Your character would be a woman who is...used to a certain level of comfort. Either formerly rich made poor, or a trophy wife to a now conveniently-absent husband who probably isn't coming back. Or a former celebrity, if you're into that. Either way, she's somewhat put out by the suddenly change in society...and isn't exactly looking to, y'know, work for a living.

So why not work her way into a she-goddess' good graces, and leech off of her instead? Can't be that hard, with a Futa's hypersexual needs, after all. She just has to find one willing to look her way!

It's...sort of a mutual game between them, if you would. They both know what the other is doing. It's just a matter of how far someone's willing to go to get what they want.

Now. Preference here would be a 20-something Futa, gaining a MILF/GILF trophy wife. But if you have a good pitch, I'll gladly swap it around to playing an older Futa gaining a 20-something trophy wife.

How To Get Ride of a Yandere Vampire MILF?: This one taps into more...horror. Erotic horror? Erotic Horror Adjacent? I'm not sure. It's your typical horror setup. Young writer, living out in the wilderness....or at the very least using the family's cottage that she hasn't been to since she was young. As it turns out? A very mature vampire happens to live in the area...and sets her sights on having that pretty young futa to herself.

Now this could either be because our enterprising young writer promised to marry her when she was young(like any dumb kid would), or maybe she looks like(or actually is!) a reincarnation of the vampire's lover. Or, y'know. The vampire just imprints on her and won't let up.

Regardless. Pretty older lady committing sexy stalker behaviour to get our enterprising young futa to submit, and run away with her int immortality.

(This could also work for a Fae queen)

Throw Me To the Goblins and I'll Come Back a Father: I have a character that I can use in...basically any fantasy setting, by the name of Gracelynn Grimslade. A totally-not Witcher ripoff, who wanders around, getting in various misadventures, putting story after story under her belt, gaining dozens of titles, and generally having a good time. It also happens that Gracelynn is an absolute hound for pussy. Not a sex pest, but she's definitely been chased out of kingdoms for sleeping with the wrong man's wife, and is a regular at some brothels. She likes sex, she likes women, and the women she sleeps with certainly don't complain. If it's a no, oh well. Move on.

So. Obviously, by the title, Gracelynn's gonna get thrown deep into goblin territory after her latest misadventure. And I mean that literally. Tossed out of a skyship, into Goblin country. Certainly because the goblins would rip her apart.

Surely, Gracelynn wouldn't spend her time plowing some babies into some thick shortstack MILFs, and get safe passage out of their territry, right? Surely she wouldn't be fucking so much gobbo pussy you'd think her crotch wouldn't be stained green, right?

Surely there wouldn't be a bunch of redheaded goblin babies running around years from now, right?

...you get the idea. Gracelynn's gonna fuck a goblin(or three).

This could also work for, say, tieflings, dwarves, and the like.

Or elves. I almost wrote a prompt exactly like above, except with fertile elf widows who don't let their "prey" go until they have a baby in their belly.

An Incest-Filled Visit: A bit silly, this one is. Let me sum it up for young. Once again, I'm playing a futa with a high sex drive. like. unnaturally high. She's been living at home with her parents after college...and has been an absolute fucking pest to them. Mostly because she's almost always bringing some woman home at all hours of the night, or jerking off in her room, or some other lewd action.

And the straw has finally broken the camel's back. This young lady hosted an orgy while her parents were away...and got caught. Probably fucking the head of the HOA or something like that. Something where they need to get her away from the house until their reputation recovers...and they can get the stains out of the ceiling.

The solution? Send her out to stay with a family member. Maybe it's her absurdly youthful grandmother, maybe it's an aunt, great aunt, etc. She lives out in the middle of nowhere, in a big house, somewhat reclusive. Surely some fresh air and time away from it all will help her quell her desires, right?

...right?

Wrong. See, the family member in question? She has that particular hypersexual gene as well. She moved out to the middle of nowhere to hide it...which is to say. She's probably bouncing on dildos, or having suitors come around to keep her needs at bay, without any prying eyes.

...you get where this is going. Two high libido family members are going to fuck like absolute animals and match each other's freak.

Futa Brat Being Catered To: This one...yeah. I just wanna play a Futa brat. Someone short but hung, cute but mean. Someone who knows she's got a big dick, carries that energy around with her, and doesn't really care about anything other than herself. A rel Regina George type, if you would.

...and I'd like to see her catered to, enabled even, in the bedroom. Preferably by someone MILFy, or curvy.

It doesn't have to be anything special, doesn't have to be a bully or cucking scenario(though bonus points for some cheating with a brat). You could just as easily be, say. The maid, or the caretaker. Someone hired explicitly to keep this brat's sexual needs under control, even if it means crawling around, oiled up in a bikini while the brat sneers at her. Bonus points for furry/anthro MILFs here

Basically. Someone who's a bit of a masochist, but also matronly.

Fucking Alcina Dimitrescu: AKA Lady D gets a Lady D. This one...isn't really much. I was just thinking it'd be funny if like. Your average futa, nobody special, somehow managed to be brought into her bed, to rock the 7 foot tall woman's world. And not even like. Oh she's a monster hunter, or a ghost rider, or something like that. I'm talking like. PI, or a horror vlogger or something. Where the only thing she gets when she walks away is bruised hips, and some very shaky footage of their romp in her castle.

I think that's all the ones I can make a blurb about. The rest I'm just gonna list rapid fire.

With Naruto off in battle(and probably screwing half the leaf Village), a married Hinata turns to a stranger in town, staying with them, for affection. In this case, an OC of mine, who is a samurai in a land of Ninja. Doesn't turn to Ikari Sheba out of spite or hate, but out of neglect and need.

Similar but different, inspired by Apothecary Diaries. Rear Palace politics and such, yeah? And I'm using Ikari Sheba again, Mysterious, stoic bodyguard who patrols the Rear palace in armor and a mask, dispatching the occasional threat. Due to (insert reasons here) Ikari spends the night with one of the Emperor's concubines, on the downlow.

Jenny Summers. I wanna. See a Futa fuck the Grade-AAA bimbo MILF, completely porn character, Jenny Summers. That's it.

And I think that's it. All of my coherent ideas that aren't just "I want to use my OC to fuck this R34 character" in various different ways of saying that. That or. Wanting to fuck a bad bitch on a luxurious train, while the world rolls by.

All Characters Involved Are Consenting Adults

...yeah. I know this is a mess. But fuck it, why not? Kept my hands busy.

Interested? Reach out! I'll hear out most pitches.

Cheers!

Adelaide...had taken the divorce well, if you asked her.

Which is to say, her ex wife had gotten the house, the favour of their adult children, the cat, most of their shared assets...basically everything.

Everything except a fat stack of cash. She'd taken early retirement, liquidated their investments, and taken as much of her money as she could with her as she went. It wasn't that Lulu was broke now. She could easily sell the house(or use it on her new spouse Adelaide had caught her cheating with) and live comfortably for the rest of her days. Not that Adelaide was ever coming back to that place.

But the money...the money was important.

Mostly because of the new lifestyle she'd settled on.

...Which is to say. Adelaide bought herself a new(used) ride, and was going to spend her early retirement criss-crossing the country, staying in motels(or in her ride), and generally just. Drifting wherever the hell she wanted to go. Embracing the wanderlust, driving Route 66, taking pictures, making art...and just. Enjoying the freedom. No responsibility, no bills outside of gas and upkeep. Would she tire of it in a few years? Maybe.

But for now, for the foreseeable future? It was her, her ride, and wherever the hell the open road took her.

(And perhaps, she had free reign to crush pussy as a freshly freed futa deserves. Say what you want about her ex-wife, Adelaide and Lulu had shared a very active bedroom.)

And today...the open road had taken Adelaide here...wherever here was. An absolute middle of nowhere truck stop, that seemed to break up an endless stretch of completely dead highway. A place that was, essentially, a gas station, a restaurant, and a motel that had hourly rates. Not exactly a place that Adelaide was intending to spend a lot of time in.

In fact, she was just stopping for gas, and brunch, nothing more. Gas had been first, then an extended brunch in the restaurant. Nothing special, just her average, lonely morning. Before long, she'd be off by her lonesome again, just her and the car.

...which is why the young lady hanging around her ride gave Adelaide pause.

"Can I help you?" Adelaide asked upon approach, cracking open a White Monster she'd gotten from a vending machine on her way out. Upon closer inspection...the young lady hanging around her ride was hot. Like, drop dead hot.

Then again, she was only dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a skimpy top...so that was probably the idea. To look hot. But she did it so well. Even Adelaide couldn't help but stare.

The girl turned, and smiled.

"Oh, just. Admiring your ride. So rare that there's anything around here that isn't an 18 wheeler, I just had to get a closer look." The girl said as she leaned against the ride, a knowing look coming over her face.

Adelaide raised an eyebrow, and was about to reply when the girl asked another question.

"Think I can go for a ride in it?"

Adelaide tried her best to walk by the guy, over to the driver's side...and the girl seemed to follow. Or scooted over, at the very least.

"I'm not exactly coming back here, sweetheart. Any ride with me would be a one way trip/"

The girl replied almost too quickly.

"That's alright. I was just leaving here anyway."

Adelaide couldn't help but notice a small travel bag stashed not too far away.

"...And where are you going, exactly?"

Once again, the girl, who had come around to lean into the driver's side window after Adelaide had gotten into the car, replied way too quickly.

"Anywhere that's not here, duh."

Adelaide sighed, then paused. This girl knew what she was doing...and goddamit, Adelaide was starting to think with her dick. Not that it was a bad thing. But this girl might be bad news.

"...you don't exactly look the type to have gas money, sweetie."

The girl laughed, and began to saunter around to the other door.

"Oh, I think we can find a way to work that issue out, daddy."

Willow took a deep breath...then nodded.

Worst came to worst, the girl would be gone at the next gas station.

---

Nothing special here. Older Futa, picking up a younger slut, who's gonna bounce on her she-stick in the car, for as long as it both suits them.

That said, if you want to reverse it? Have some young, study futa picking up a cougar? We can do that too!

Regardless...hot n heavy car sex. Age gaps. You know the drill. Anything spicier than that? We can work it in together.

Admittedly. The dream scenario here is. Older white futa, and some girl of colour. Black, Latina, Asian. Or even a Dark Elf. Something where anyone who would peek into the car would kinda give them a side-eye on if everything's on the up and up. Preferably curvy, too.

Now, I have kept it ambiguous as to what the ride in question is, in this case. And that...is on you. Is it an American classic muscle car, with barely enough room for both of them and their stuff? Or is it an RV, with enough room for our young temptress to stretch out, have a bed, and for them to fuck on every surface?

You tell me. That's the "password", if you would. Car or RV?

You decide!

All Characters involved are consenting adults!

Interested? Reach out! But not through comments. Through my actual messages.

Have a good one!

River knew that this wasn’t her bedroom.

At least, not her CURRENT bedroom. Her current bedroom was in her basement apartment, two states away. This bedroom? Seemed like an eerie recreation of her childhood bedroom. Same bay window, same stain on the ceiling, same posters on the walls, and the stack of drawers holding vintage Legos. From the double sized bed, to the Sailor Moon bedsheets, to the musty smell in the air, the plush carpeting…down to a T, it was absolutely perfect.

…which was weird.

Mostly because River had moved out five years ago, and they’d sold the house was sold a year after. Her parents had retired to Miami, and last she’d heard, the noise was getting a top to bottom renovation.

Yet here she was. Sitting in front of her bed, with two CRT TVs in front of her. One was playing the credits to some Japanese PS1 RPG(The Legend of Dragoon, maybe), while some episodes of Yuyu Hakusho played on the other.

It was a cozy, quiet, late night nostalgic dream.

…but why was she here? Despite the general haze in her mind, the question remained. It both did and didn’t feel like a dream. Hazy, but real.

Any further questioning of her situation was silenced seconds later, when the door to her bedroom swung open, bathing the darkened bedroom in a soft orange light. In the middle, a curvaceous silhouette was illuminated.

…now River should’ve been asking further questions, considering the woman in the doorway was almost certainly fictional.

But River had been single for a little too long, and the woman at the door was REALLY hot. Like, a year’s salary just to have a cup of coffee with her hot. So any logic the 20-something futa had, went straight out the window as her horny brain took over. She could only stare in amazement as the woman spoke and approached.

“Good, I thought you’d still be up. Having a good time?”

“…yeah. Yeah I’m. I don’t think I’ve ever had the chance to actually see the end of this game.” Which was the truth. She’d had the game as a youth, and never finished it. Never even got past the third disc. Where she’d found the words, River had no idea. Or why she responded, for that matter.

The woman giggled, her curves being naturally accentuated with each step.

“Happy I could give you the chance, sweetheart.”

What the hell was she talking about?

“Now, since you’re still up, you deserve another treat. I’ll give you the choice, even.” Either the woman had been holding items behind her back and River hadn’t noticed, or they’d suddenly appeared in her hands.

“You can have this lovely, vintage, still-in-box Gameboy.” She gestured with one hand, holding up the sealed item that could fetch a small fortune.”

“A slice of chocolate cake...” In her other hand, a chilled slice of cake on a plate, with a fork and glass of milk.

Then, as the woman got close, her voice dropped to a husky whisper.

“Or you, can have me.” She spoke with a knowing look, the food suddenly swinging shut behind her. Leaving them in a room only illuminated by TV screens.

River thought it over for a minute. She wasn’t even questioning the logic. Then, a grin came over the short girl’s face.

“And if I want all three?”

She asked with confidence, sliding up onto the end of the bed.

“Baby, you can have everything. All you had to do was ask.”

---

I’m not even trying for anything deep with this one. Really. Genuinely. I’m feeding my self indulgent appetite, plain and simple. It’s technically a revival of a roleplay I did a lifetime ago. Beat for beat recreation, minus the framing device of an otherworldly being fulfilling desires in exchange for your essence.

This is. Well. Just straight up wanting to screw a waifu in a cozy space. Everything above is a case of. Showing that I can write. Any doubt, the underlying unease? We can do away with that if you so choose.

As long as my itch is scratched, I’ll scratch yours.

Also using that classic Nintendo commercial, which is borderline vintage at this point.

I’ll obviously be playing River. Short but hung, on the cute and nerdy side. Bratty but like. Not mean, just needy and greedy.

My potential partner…would be playing a fictional hottie, here to dote and milk River dry. Why? Eh, who knows. I’m not pretending there’s deep reasons behind this. Who would you play? I prefer to cast a wide net, so I’ll say dealer’s choice. I’ll of course give a preferred list. But I’m furry friendly, and like my older ladies. So if a vibe hits you, pitch it!

Some(but not all) of my favourites include:

Cynthia, Lusamine, Cogita, Wicke, Lenora, Drasna, Professor Ivy, any of the Moms. Most sufficiently curvy Pokémon. (Pokémon)

Renamon, Angewomon(Digimon)

Storm, Emma Frost, Psylocke(X-Men)

Krystal(Star Fox)

Power Girl, Wonder Woman(DC)

I think that’s really it. You can also get away with any MILFy character in general. Or anything inspired by the workd of SligarTheTiger, XArtKnight, or Cutesexyrobuts.

Like I said. This ain’t anything deep. Just blatant wish fulfillment.

If this interests you, feel free to reach out! Never too late to do so.

Will I get a partner for this? Eh, probably not. But it’s outta my brain.

Have a good one!

All characters involved are consenting adults

…yeah that’s it.

Adelaide...had taken the divorce well, if you asked her.

Which is to say, her ex wife had gotten the house, the favour of their adult children, the cat, most of their shared assets...basically everything.

Everything except a fat stack of cash. She'd taken early retirement, liquidated their investments, and taken as much of her money as she could with her as she went. It wasn't that Lulu was broke now. She could easily sell the house(or use it on her new spouse Adelaide had caught her cheating with) and live comfortably for the rest of her days. Not that Adelaide was ever coming back to that place.

But the money...the money was important.

Mostly because of the new lifestyle she'd settled on.

...Which is to say. Adelaide bought herself a new(used) ride, and was going to spend her early retirement criss-crossing the country, staying in motels(or in her ride), and generally just. Drifting wherever the hell she wanted to go. Embracing the wanderlust, driving Route 66, taking pictures, making art...and just. Enjoying the freedom. No responsibility, no bills outside of gas and upkeep. Would she tire of it in a few years? Maybe.

But for now, for the foreseeable future? It was her, her ride, and wherever the hell the open road took her.

(And perhaps, she had free reign to crush pussy as a freshly freed futa deserves. Say what you want about her ex-wife, Adelaide and Lulu had shared a very active bedroom.)

And today...the open road had taken Adelaide here...wherever here was. An absolute middle of nowhere truck stop, that seemed to break up an endless stretch of completely dead highway. A place that was, essentially, a gas station, a restaurant, and a motel that had hourly rates. Not exactly a place that Adelaide was intending to spend a lot of time in.

In fact, she was just stopping for gas, and brunch, nothing more. Gas had been first, then an extended brunch in the restaurant. Nothing special, just her average, lonely morning. Before long, she'd be off by her lonesome again, just her and the car.

...which is why the young lady hanging around her ride gave Adelaide pause.

"Can I help you?" Adelaide asked upon approach, cracking open a White Monster she'd gotten from a vending machine on her way out. Upon closer inspection...the young lady hanging around her ride was hot. Like, drop dead hot.

Then again, she was only dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a skimpy top...so that was probably the idea. To look hot. But she did it so well. Even Adelaide couldn't help but stare.

The girl turned, and smiled.

"Oh, just. Admiring your ride. So rare that there's anything around here that isn't an 18 wheeler, I just had to get a closer look." The girl said as she leaned against the ride, a knowing look coming over her face.

Adelaide raised an eyebrow, and was about to reply when the girl asked another question.

"Think I can go for a ride in it?"

Adelaide tried her best to walk by the guy, over to the driver's side...and the girl seemed to follow. Or scooted over, at the very least.

"I'm not exactly coming back here, sweetheart. Any ride with me would be a one way trip/"

The girl replied almost too quickly.

"That's alright. I was just leaving here anyway."

Adelaide couldn't help but notice a small travel bag stashed not too far away.

"...And where are you going, exactly?"

Once again, the girl, who had come around to lean into the driver's side window after Adelaide had gotten into the car, replied way too quickly.

"Anywhere that's not here, duh."

Adelaide sighed, then paused. This girl knew what she was doing...and goddamit, Adelaide was starting to think with her dick. Not that it was a bad thing. But this girl might be bad news.

"...you don't exactly look the type to have gas money, sweetie."

The girl laughed, and began to saunter around to the other door.

"Oh, I think we can find a way to work that issue out, daddy."

Willow took a deep breath...then nodded.

Worst came to worst, the girl would be gone at the next gas station.

---

Nothing special here. Older Futa, picking up a younger slut, who's gonna bounce on her she-stick in the car, for as long as it both suits them.

That said, if you want to reverse it? Have some young, study futa picking up a cougar? We can do that too!

Regardless...hot n heavy car sex. Age gaps. You know the drill. Anything spicier than that? We can work it in together.

Admittedly. The dream scenario here is. Older white futa, and some girl of colour. Black, Latina, Asian. Or even a Dark Elf. Something where anyone who would peek into the car would kinda give them a side-eye on if everything's on the up and up. Preferably curvy, too.

Now, I have kept it ambiguous as to what the ride in question is, in this case. And that...is on you. Is it an American classic muscle car, with barely enough room for both of them and their stuff? Or is it an RV, with enough room for our young temptress to stretch out, have a bed, and for them to fuck on every surface?

You tell me. That's the "password", if you would. Car or RV?

You decide!

All Characters involved are consenting adults!

Interested? Reach out! But not through comments. Through my actual messages.

Have a good one!

Reyna..wasn't exactly proud of herself.

It wasn't that the club scene wasn't her...scene. But typically if she hit up a club? It was something swanky, ritzy, jazzy. A place where they'd have cabaret, or burlesque. A place with 20 dollar drinks and 40 dollar entrees, and some absolutely pretentious concept that they all had to follow.

Not a...literally underground place at the edge of town, hidden underneath a semi-abandoned warehouse, and graffiti covering every inch of available space. A place with loud, industrial music that was starting to hurt the poor girl's ears, and rattling the walls of the establishment. A place where everyone was covered in sweat, leather, ink, or some combination of the three. Compared to them, she looked like plain white bread. If not for the fact that she'd worn all black, the white girl would've stuck out like a sore thumb.

All of this hassle, just to use the bathroom.

...well. Not the bathroom.

The Glory Hole.

Reyna wasn't proud...but she was desperate. Before her breakup from Annabeth, she'd been getting "action" fairly regularly. Regularly enough that she wouldn't complain if it was just a blowjob now and again. She'd just..had this way about her that made Reyna cum extra hard. But that whole relationship hand ended in a blazing mess, and Reyna had failed to "stick the landing" with anyone else for almost two months since. Using her own hands, even a pocket pussy, just failed to replicate the results she so desperately wanted.

Thankfully, someone online was nice enough to post about this place.

Which is why she was here. In the back of this club that was simple known as "Collapse", stepping into an incredibly messy, borderline disgusting bathroom. A dozen or so stalls lined the length of the room, all covered in graffiti, paint, and other acts of vandalism, with only a half dozen still having the doors on.

Reyna herself was dressed in a long black skirt, black tee shirt, a hoodie, and sneakers. Plain, simple, inconspicuous. At least, she tried to look inconspicuous as she quietly walked to the eleventh stall, the one in the best condition from the looks of it, and stepped inside after locking the door.

Inside, was messy...but there was a hole to her right, cut in the middle of the stall wall. Big arrows painted around it pointed at the hole...but Reyna wasn't sure if it was going to be occupied. Then again, she didn't care what was on the other side, as long as it could give her a fucking blowjob.

Reyna looked around nervously...then lifted her skirt. A truncheon of girlcock flopped out, already starting to harden in the cool air of the bathroom. After a few deep breaths, and closing her eyes...Reyna stuck her cock through the hole, and began to wait.

...And wait.

"Oh my. Hel-lo stranger. Might be the most well equipped visitor I've had tonight."

The voice on the other side was velvety smooth, confident...and decidedly female. And almost...familiar?

"Th-Thank you." Reyna mumbled.

There was a giggle on the other side, as a delicate hand began to jerk Reyna off.

"Oh, I have a Jane instead of a John, even better." The voice added. Reyna knew that voice...but she couldn't place.

"Tell you what, sweetie. I'm almost done here. Show me that you're not a quick shot, and we can have a lot more fun somewhere that doesn't reek of grease and piss. Sound like a bet?"

Reyna nodded vigerously...then realized that the person on the other side of the wall couldn't see that. So instead, she said one single word.

"Bet."

---

So. Simple concept, with a twist.

The woman on the other side of the glory hole? It's someone Reyna knows.

Who that is...is up for debate. Could be her ex's mom, her own mom(or other relative), her bitch of a boss, the dean at her university, a celebrity, a superhero, something like that.

Technically I'm reusing this but. I have a long dead RP(I'm talking a decade plus) that involved a bitchy white girl, and her hardheaded black professor. Like, they've argued about certain touchy subjects in class. And for Reyna to find out that her black queen of a prof likes to slobber on white futa dick in her spare time. Well...it would take them down a death spiral of raceplay and humiliation.

Just an option, if you want to go to that extreme length.

Otherwise...your character is up to you. Just...not her ex? That's not an option. But I lean towards MILFs/Cougars, and raceplay, as usual.

It's...really not that complicated.

Interested? Reach out! My prompts are always open, no matter how long it's been. When you do? Tell me who you think is on the other side.

Otherwise...that's it.

Have a good one!

“We do offer a wide variety of services, of course. For our more shy, reclusive clients, we have a bank of genetic samples to choose from. From there, you can use our IVF clinics and be on your way without so much as a secondary phone call. Of course, most of our clients prefer the “in person” packages, to ensure fertilization the old fashioned way. Costs vary on a client to client basis, alongside the possibility of repeated sessions. Not to mention if you want specific genetic outcomes, which requires our clients to choose from a pool of potential breeders. Additionally-”

“What is the “Complete Surrender” package?”

There was dead air on the phone for a solid thirty seconds. You could hear the crackling over the line. Why a top of the market breeding service was still using thirty year old landline phones was anyone’s guess, but one could surmise it had something to do with the their approach to secrecy and keeping their clientele’s information off any digital services.

“…I beg your pardon, ma’am?” The Clerk on the other end sounded puzzled.

“That’s what an acquaintance of mine who referred me to your service called it. I see her at the yacht club, and she had triplets after she ordered that package.”

More dead air, more crackling.

“Hm. That’s still not something I’m familiar with. I don’t suppose you happen to remember that client’s surname? I might be able to cross reference her file to better help you ordered your fertility treatment.”

There was another pause, something that sounded like a frustrated huff.

“I believe it was Bradford. Bella Bradford.”

“…please allow me a moment.” The Clerk clicked her tongue twice, before the sound of drawers being open and shut could be heard over the line.

“Bradford, Bradford…ah. Here it is. Bella Bradford…oh.”

“…oh?”

The Clerk clicked her tongue again.

“Mrs. Bradford ordered the Rosmerta package.”

“…okay? What’s the Rosmerta package?”

The Clerk sighed heavily, almost like you could see her run her hands through her hair over the phone.

“I can’t in good faith recommend the Rosmerta package, especially to a first time customer. Though I can see why Mrs. Bradford called it the Complete Surrender package.”

“What?! Why not?!”

The Clerk’s tone changed somewhat as she tried to pick her words carefully.

“The Rosmerta package is…for rather extreme cases. Confirmed complete infertility, extreme infidelity…or those with an extreme amount of wealth who can afford it. Most of the time the package is implemented at a reduced rate if multiple sessions have proven insufficient.”

There was a long pause over the call again.

“…I don’t understand. Why is it called the Complete Surrender package?”

Another sigh from the Clerk.

“It could be called that due to circumstances you’d fave from buying it. You would be surrendering yourself completely to the breeder, until she is sufficiently satisfied that you’re pregnant.”

“So-”

“And to clarify that point. I don’t mean that she won’t leave until you’re pregnant. I mean that you completely surrender yourself to her, including your ability to consent, until she’s satisfied. It won’t matter if you’re tired, if you’ve blacked out, or if your partner is on the other side of the door screaming bloody murder. If our breeder doesn’t allow it, you don’t have the ability to choose.”

Another, even longer silence.

“…I can see why Bella called it that.”

“Indeed. Pregnancy is 100% guaranteed…but at a cost.” The Clerk confirmed, letting off a sigh of relief. Usually that whole speech would-

“So what if I still want the Rosmerta package?”

-talk them out of it.

…shit.

“If you’re insistent upon the package…it comes with a hefty fee upfront, and a few stipulations.”

“…stipulations?”

“More-so, you’ll have to sign a few waivers, and an NDA that lasts a year. Mostly waiving us of any legal liability, any paternity suits, or the ability to sue the company as cause for divorce. Stuff like that.”

“..and the cost?”

The clacking of an antique keyboard could be heard over the phone.

“Sent a rough estimate to your email. Cost can fluctuate depending on time of year, location, among other things.”

A pause, and then a gasp.

“My GOD, you could buy a Ferrari with that sort of money!”

The Clerk giggled a bit,

“It’s more-so to cover the potential loss of an employee. Those who order The Rosmerta package tend to find that their breeder “matches their freak” as it were, and buy them out from us. The fee you see is to cover the cost of replacing one of our top breeders.”

“Well, it’s nothing I can’t afford. But I just didn’t imagine you’d cover for such things.”

“Accounting for such eventualities is how we’ve stayed in business since the Roaring Twenties, Ma’am. Now what package would you like to purchase from us?”

“…The Rosmerta, of course.”

At this point, the Clerk gave up. Too exasperated to care.

“Fine, fine. If you’re insistent, I’ll send over the paperwork as soon as possible. Sign it, have a lawyer notarize it, then send it back to us. Once we’ve received your down payment, someone else will be in contact with the list of dates and potential breeders. Do you have any other questions?”

“No, thank you. If there’s a follow up call, I’ll be sure to give you a good review.”

“Very well. Thank you for choosing our company, and congratulations in advance on your future bundles of joy.”

---

Slightly different format from my usual writing, but the idea has been done hundreds of times. Futa breeders, fucking women pregnant. It’s been done to death, and I’m just beating the dead horse.

My twist?

…well. Get crazy with it. Go balls to the wall, over the top, hentai style shit that borderlines on silly. Hence the “complete surrender” option. And why there’s a John Wick-style company that serves to arrange breeding sessions for old money elites.

Don’t take it too seriously, honestly.

I’m obviously looking to play the potential breeder. How she looks…depends entirely on your tastes. But I always like a game of contrasts and the unexpected.

So if you want a black Amazon muscle mommy with a BBC and dick game that’ll make you wonder if the BWNO is real? We can do that, no problem.

But wouldn’t it be funny if one of the world’s top breeders, with a 97% impregnation rate, is a 5 foot nothing nerd that looks like she stepped out of an E-Girl convention?

Just. Food for thought. Those aren’t the only options, just something to fuel the mind.

As for your character. Rich, and a little baby crazy. And crazy in general. I do prefer older ladies tho. MILFs, GILFs, Cougars, and the like. So bonus point there. Or you can be a celebrity.

Regardless of setting and character lineup…well. It’s some no holds barred, ankles behind the head, folded in half and filled until you’re leaking cum style fucking. Everything else is up in the air.

…look. It was this or. Futa becoming some crazy rich Asian woman’s trophy wife. And not really getting a chance to say no to it. So my ideas are drying up.

If by chance you’re interested? Reach out. And not with “hey I’m interested” or “is this still open?”. Not gonna answer any comments either.

My prompts are always open. At least until I delete them.

If you do reach out? Tell me about your character! Why she’s so goddamn rich, and why she’s desperate for a Rosmerta. Limp-dick spouse, unfaithful spouse, a personal slight, biological clock ticking, etc. Anything works.

And that’s. Really it. Basic as shit. But I’m bored and trying to take a marvel rivals break.

Cheers!

All characters involved are adults

Rhen Var, Somewhere In the Years Before The Battle of Yavin...or After

"Ms. Constella, so glad you could make it. Always a pleasure to have you join us for the Callista Classic. And how is our most generous sponsor today?"

"Damn cold, Korin. Damn Cold, even with the built in heaters."

Admittedly, the podracing track on Rhen Var wasn't much to sneeze at, when compared to Beedo's Wild Ride and the subsidiary tracks on Ando Prime. But with Beedo's recent passing, and certain environmental concerns coming from the Ando Prime government(poppycock, of course. They just were sick of scraping podracers off of the mountain's walls)...well. Unfortunately they'd had to relocate one of the legs of their Grand Prix.

In this case, to the(hopefully) uninhabited Rhen Var. What it lacked in verticality, the planet made up for in having a spider-web of tunnels and temples that racetracks could be mapped through. In their test runs(with droids, of course), some podracers actually ended up flying right on top of each other, the way they tunnels spit them out at one point! So it had to make for good racing. Besides, with a lack of major hyperspace hubs, Kyra had been able to charge a premium when to came to transporting pilots, their equipment, and the in-person crowds to the planet.

Not an egregious premium, mind you. Put the price too high, you'd be called out for gouging and get no business. She'd simply hiked up the prices by seven percent, and watched the profits roll in. Of course, she wasn't going to miss the actual racing itself, she'd never THINK of skipping race day.

But still. Even insulated in a luxury cruised, wearing a fairly warm(and buisiness sensible) outfit, AND wearing a heavy Wampa fur coat on top of that? Kyra was fucking freezing, keeping the coat tight around her body as a Bith walked beside her, tapping away at a datapad.

"Yes, well. With all of our luxury viewing boxes being booked, we took steps to ensure that our top paying clients and their private boxes were suitably warm. Enduring some mild discomfort between your own yacht and your box is well worth the climate you'll have. And of course, we've reserved the best seat in the house for our most generous sponsor."

Kyra couldn't argue that point...or the compliment. With podracing's semi-legal status, the sport ran on corporate sponsorships, ill gotten gains from betting, and a mixture of donations from private benefactors and not-exactly-legal organizations. Kyra, being the CEO of a transport company and wealthy beyond most people's dreams...was numbers one and three when it came to the sport. Of course she bet on the sport, but she always ensured races were run clean. For as much of a bitch as she could be in the boardroom, she did care for the integrity of the sports.

Finally, they arrived at Kyra's box. In theory, you would call it a luxury skiff. An enclosed skiff, mind you, that blasted Kyra with a wave of warmth as she stepped inside. But the way it detached from the cruised it was attached to made it seem more like an escape pod converted into a skiff. Once the race began, the viewing box would float to a certain part of the track, giving the owner of said box an exclusive view of the action. It just so happened that Kyra's would float to a point where she could see a majority of the track from the comfort of her box.

"You know me well, Korin. Check your account after the race. If I'm satisfied, you'll be granted a generous tip." Generous in this case would be thousands of credits in the minimum. After all, Kyra paid for premium services.

"Would there be anything else, Ms. Constella? Perhaps some...company, for the race?"

...and premium discretion.

See, the viewing box came with basically anything an older woman of opulent tastes could ask for. A fully stocked bar, food, recording devices, a handful of couches and love seats imported from Naboo, a comfortably carpeted floor, and a place for Kyra to hand her coat. Which she was doing as Korin made the suggestion.

This was true...she didn't have company. And "company" during a race was something she did like to indulge on during race days. Some pretty young thing, scantily dressed, submissive...and more than willing to suck her off as she sat back and watched the race.

"...Company would be nice, Korin. But...no new girls, please. I want someone who knows what they're doing."

Korin nodded, and began tapping away at his datapad again.

"Of course, Ms. Constella. It'll be a surprise, as usual."

Kyra grinned, sauntering her way over to the couch and draping herself across it.

"You know me so well, Korin."

Korin simply nodded and began walking away.

"You pay me well, Ms. Constella. It's my job to to know you."

To that, Kyra could only shrug.

"I do pay you well, don't I?"

Then again. There wasn't anyone Kyra DIDN'T pay well.

---

Look. It was this, or a prompt about a Sith Padme using a gender-swapped clone of Anakin to fill the lonely void in her life. And the only reason that one didn't get off the ground was because I couldn't take the name "Darth Dala" seriously....and couldn't really make up another good Sith name.

So here we are. A Star Wars prompt of sorts...that is and isn't about podracing. It is, in that podracing is being treated like the Star Wars Equivalent of F1. It isn't...in that we're focusing on smut.

Namely. Some rich, hung bitch, who pays to have a high class prostitute come to her private viewing box. Mostly there to be a trophy. Look good, look sexy, suck her off, and let Kyra crack her a few times as they watch the race.

...That's really it.

That said, I've left a significant amount of wiggle room for us to work with.

My default is that Kyra is an older(MILF/GILF) human, who'll be tearing the clothes off of a alien girl half her age. But if you have a good pitch? I'll gladly play an alien for you. Most likely a Togruta. But that's if we click. Or, y'know. I get a threesome.

Give me a threesome with two MILFs and I'll play whoever the fuck you want

But I've also left the time period ambiguous, if you want to play a canon character. Like Rey, or Ahsoka, Shaak Ti, etc, etc. Or maybe even Padme? Pyra might have some political sway thanks to her riches, might need some political convincing. Or, y'know. Anything else. Really.

Just one stipulation. They're doing this willingly. Don't care for non-con or dubcon. Faux non-con is something I'm into, but. Everyone's consenting, yeah?

...That's really it.

The only other thing I'd really want to write? Is a Futa Mandalorian, breeding women. Any women. With the helmet/armour on. So if you're willing to do anything with that? Sign me up. I don't care if she's fucking someone from another franchise. I just wanna. Play that out.

I don't have much more. If you're interested? Reach out! Tell me what you like about the prompt, or your favourite Star Wars video game.(Bonus brownie points if it's not a lego star wars or EA battlefront game!)

I won't answer comments!

That's all.

Cheers!

Rhen Var, Somewhere In the Years Before The Battle of Yavin...or After

"Ms. Constella, so glad you could make it. Always a pleasure to have you join us for the Callista Classic. And how is our most generous sponsor today?"

"Damn cold, Korin. Damn Cold, even with the built in heaters."

Admittedly, the podracing track on Rhen Var wasn't much to sneeze at, when compared to Beedo's Wild Ride and the subsidiary tracks on Ando Prime. But with Beedo's recent passing, and certain environmental concerns coming from the Ando Prime government(poppycock, of course. They just were sick of scraping podracers off of the mountain's walls)...well. Unfortunately they'd had to relocate one of the legs of their Grand Prix.

In this case, to the(hopefully) uninhabited Rhen Var. What it lacked in verticality, the planet made up for in having a spider-web of tunnels and temples that racetracks could be mapped through. In their test runs(with droids, of course), some podracers actually ended up flying right on top of each other, the way they tunnels spit them out at one point! So it had to make for good racing. Besides, with a lack of major hyperspace hubs, Kyra had been able to charge a premium when to came to transporting pilots, their equipment, and the in-person crowds to the planet.

Not an egregious premium, mind you. Put the price too high, you'd be called out for gouging and get no business. She'd simply hiked up the prices by seven percent, and watched the profits roll in. Of course, she wasn't going to miss the actual racing itself, she'd never THINK of skipping race day.

But still. Even insulated in a luxury cruised, wearing a fairly warm(and buisiness sensible) outfit, AND wearing a heavy Wampa fur coat on top of that? Kyra was fucking freezing, keeping the coat tight around her body as a Bith walked beside her, tapping away at a datapad.

"Yes, well. With all of our luxury viewing boxes being booked, we took steps to ensure that our top paying clients and their private boxes were suitably warm. Enduring some mild discomfort between your own yacht and your box is well worth the climate you'll have. And of course, we've reserved the best seat in the house for our most generous sponsor."

Kyra couldn't argue that point...or the compliment. With podracing's semi-legal status, the sport ran on corporate sponsorships, ill gotten gains from betting, and a mixture of donations from private benefactors and not-exactly-legal organizations. Kyra, being the CEO of a transport company and wealthy beyond most people's dreams...was numbers one and three when it came to the sport. Of course she bet on the sport, but she always ensured races were run clean. For as much of a bitch as she could be in the boardroom, she did care for the integrity of the sports.

Finally, they arrived at Kyra's box. In theory, you would call it a luxury skiff. An enclosed skiff, mind you, that blasted Kyra with a wave of warmth as she stepped inside. But the way it detached from the cruised it was attached to made it seem more like an escape pod converted into a skiff. Once the race began, the viewing box would float to a certain part of the track, giving the owner of said box an exclusive view of the action. It just so happened that Kyra's would float to a point where she could see a majority of the track from the comfort of her box.

"You know me well, Korin. Check your account after the race. If I'm satisfied, you'll be granted a generous tip." Generous in this case would be thousands of credits in the minimum. After all, Kyra paid for premium services.

"Would there be anything else, Ms. Constella? Perhaps some...company, for the race?"

...and premium discretion.

See, the viewing box came with basically anything an older woman of opulent tastes could ask for. A fully stocked bar, food, recording devices, a handful of couches and love seats imported from Naboo, a comfortably carpeted floor, and a place for Kyra to hand her coat. Which she was doing as Korin made the suggestion.

This was true...she didn't have company. And "company" during a race was something she did like to indulge on during race days. Some pretty young thing, scantily dressed, submissive...and more than willing to suck her off as she sat back and watched the race.

"...Company would be nice, Korin. But...no new girls, please. I want someone who knows what they're doing."

Korin nodded, and began tapping away at his datapad again.

"Of course, Ms. Constella. It'll be a surprise, as usual."

Kyra grinned, sauntering her way over to the couch and draping herself across it.

"You know me so well, Korin."

Korin simply nodded and began walking away.

"You pay me well, Ms. Constella. It's my job to to know you."

To that, Kyra could only shrug.

"I do pay you well, don't I?"

Then again. There wasn't anyone Kyra DIDN'T pay well.

---

Look. It was this, or a prompt about a Sith Padme using a gender-swapped clone of Anakin to fill the lonely void in her life. And the only reason that one didn't get off the ground was because I couldn't take the name "Darth Dala" seriously....and couldn't really make up another good Sith name.

So here we are. A Star Wars prompt of sorts...that is and isn't about podracing. It is, in that podracing is being treated like the Star Wars Equivalent of F1. It isn't...in that we're focusing on smut.

Namely. Some rich, hung bitch, who pays to have a high class prostitute come to her private viewing box. Mostly there to be a trophy. Look good, look sexy, suck her off, and let Kyra crack her a few times as they watch the race.

...That's really it.

That said, I've left a significant amount of wiggle room for us to work with.

My default is that Kyra is an older(MILF/GILF) human, who'll be tearing the clothes off of a alien girl half her age. But if you have a good pitch? I'll gladly play an alien for you. Most likely a Togruta. But that's if we click. Or, y'know. I get a threesome.

Give me a threesome with two MILFs and I'll play whoever the fuck you want

But I've also left the time period ambiguous, if you want to play a canon character. Like Rey, or Ahsoka, Shaak Ti, etc, etc. Or maybe even Padme? Pyra might have some political sway thanks to her riches, might need some political convincing. Or, y'know. Anything else. Really.

Just one stipulation. They're doing this willingly. Don't care for non-con or dubcon. Faux non-con is something I'm into, but. Everyone's consenting, yeah?

...That's really it.

The only other thing I'd really want to write? Is a Futa Mandalorian, breeding women. Any women. With the helmet/armour on. So if you're willing to do anything with that? Sign me up. I don't care if she's fucking someone from another franchise. I just wanna. Play that out.

I don't have much more. If you're interested? Reach out! Tell me what you like about the prompt, or your favourite Star Wars video game.(Bonus brownie points if it's not a lego star wars or EA battlefront game!)

I won't answer comments!

That's all.

Cheers!

From the Personal Files of Dr. Ruto, Saiyan Scientist of Universe 27

It is, perhaps a little known fact, of course.

What with Saiyans either becoming extinct in most universes, and the universes that DO have the Saiyans escaping extinction either have them never harness the Tuffle technology for their own, or there are so few of them left that their genetics are only passed on to a sparse few potential mates on backwater planets.

So it does make sense that it is a little known fact across the Xenoverse. Either a large amount of Saiyan history, science, and culture is lost entirely, is cast aside in favour of relentless training and battle...or is simply not at all remarkable.

But the fact remains a constant across the Xenoverse. Like Kryptonians, like Viltrumites, like Daxamites, and like so many other alien races that possess flight, strength, and numerous other superpowers, Saiyans are incredibly genetically compatible with almost any race that they come across.

While I cannot begin to posit upon the actual biology at the microscopic level, it can safely be assumed that the Saiyan genes simply "fight" and win to overpower the genes of their potential genetic partner. So even if a Saiyan were to breed with the likes of an Asari, or a Xenomorph, or even a Kree, the child will come out "Saiyan" as it were. Perhaps not entirely in looks(although most children do come out dark of hair and with strong eyebrows), but certainly in temperament and blood lust.

(Side Note: The practice of achieving Super Saiyan and it's various upgrades has becoming increasingly easy among half breeds, especially human-adjacent ones. The Transformation of the Legendary Warrior of the Saiyan Race being reduced to the playthings of children is rather concerning...but sadly pediatrics is not my specialty. Further research will be required to see if the dilution of genetics plays a part)

((Secondary Side Note: Prince Tarble and his Wife Gure have noted having trouble to conceive. Perhaps the peculiar race that Her Highness Gure belongs to could be the exception to the rule, as it were)

Regardless. The Mating and Breeding Practices of Saiyans are rather simple and straightforward. Saiyans seek strong mates, either strong in body, strong in will, or both. If a potential mate is able to dominate a Saiyan, they will gladly keep the lovemaking tender and within the parameters that a baseline human could withstand. However, in most cases, Saiyans tend to dominate in the bedroom, where things can get...out of hand. Many a house have been destroyed with an energy beam fired upon orgasm, and many a bed have been cracked by the sheer force exerted by a Saiyan's rigorous mating.

So it is, of course, a constant to see Saiyans choosing mates that are strong of body. Angels, Goddesses, Warriors, those who can "keep pace" as it were. Especially considering that mating while in the various Super Saiyan forms is increasingly common among universes where Saiyans have achieved the state. Those I have interviewed about the practice have compared it to a dopamine high.

...And having tested it myself with one of the Kais of Time...well.

I can confirm that high. Fucking, breeding while Super Saiyan feels phenomenal. You feel as if you could crack planets, fight gods, colonize entire universes on your own. And while the Kai was only open to allowing me to achieve the first level of Super Saiyan...

...I do now want to seek a mate that could handle Super Saiyan Level Four in the bedroom.

Patience is a virtue, of course. My travels across the Xenoverse take me far and wide, and if I were to simply go around forcing myself upon women, the Time Patrol would be after me within hours. Not to mention the potential for things to get...messy, for lack of a better term.

No, no. I will simply bide my time, travel across the multiverse, and observe. Looking for any walking womb-er...potential subjects to test my theory upon.

Science is patient, after all. As am I.

Although it is a shame that the outcome of the experiment will take nine months...

---

This is. A really dumb idea. A really fucking dumb idea.

Essentially. I wanna play a Futa Saiyan, who is fucking someone strong enough that they could handle sex in the various super Saiyan forms.

That's it. That's the Prompt. That's the desire here. To see a Saiyan fucking someone while Super Saiyan. Because I think it's funny, and powerscaling talk is also funny. I'm always of the "the strongest one is whoever the writer wants to win"

But because A.) I was Bored and B.) I can't be normal about things...well. I wrote all of that above. Mostly because I have a Saiyan OC, Dr Ruto. And I've opened the door to having my partner play a fictional character. Because why not.

Obviously, the character you play is up to you. If you want to make it so Sindel or Tsunade or Nico Robin can somehow handle a Saiyan in The Bedroom? Go right ahead. But the text has obviously implied that I'm looking for someone on the higher end of powerscaling. Viltrumites, Amazons, Kyrptonians, the Dragon Ball version of Angels, New Gods. Even Emma Frost or Jean Grey while housing the Phoenix Force would be fun. Or Fate Servants? Just Spitballing.

(If you want to keep it "in house" as it were, Vados and Marcarita are an easy pick, alongside Zangya)

Not to say you can't play an OC, but I'd need to see a good pitch.

That said. I can also play a canon character in return? Which is to say. I'm willing to play Kefla mating any fictional baddie. Because Potara time limits are bullshit, it should be permanent.

Honestly. Don't be afraid to get silly with it. Nine Tails Inhabited Hinata, or Ultra Ki Awakened Chun Li, etc. Anything to justify it. Just. Stupid fun, y'know?

...Yeah. Silly smut meets dumb powerscaling. That's it. That's the post.

If you're interested? Reach out! My prompts are always open.

All Characters involved are consenting adults!

Cheers!