u/Resident_Difficulty3

Disclaimer: I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I am primarily looking to run this game in a Basic Fantasy Play-By-Post type system. But let me know if you'd prefer more or less structure stats etc and we can make things work!

I'd also love to hear your own ideas for plots and ideas - so let me know if you have your own thoughts!

Included here are some of my favorite plots - but I have quite a lot of ideas! Feel free obvi to scroll through my profile, or ask for my grand list on Google Drive and I'll send a bunch your way!

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The God-King's New Harem!

Themes/Kinks: Humiliation, fall from grace, public exposure, see-through clothing, total power exchange

Anubis found the absolute silence from the mortal realm insufferable. For years, he had recieved no offerings, no praise, no sacrifice... Fed up with being ignored, he used a massive chunk of his divine power to incarnate into a physical avatar, stepping onto the sands of Egypt to discover the source of this faithlessness. How was he supposed to know that the entire Kingdo of Kemet now blindly worshipped only the self declared God-King Pharaoh, Akhtenon. Anubis marched into the nearest city, expecting the mortals to drop to their knees and grovel. Instead, he was instantly swarmed by the Pharaoh's men. He tried to summon the dead to rip the flesh from their bones, but he has been so deprived of worship, nothing happened. A battle broke out, and a swift blow to the back of the head knocked the Lord of the Dead out. Cold.

*** several weeks later ***

Anubis knelt on the plush cushions of the royal dais, his face burning with a humiliation. Gone was his golden armor and his dignity. Instead, the Pharaoh had forced him into a slutty belly dancer's outfit of bright pink, sparkly, and entirely see-through silks. It was little more than a tight crop top, and a skimpy loincloth that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His dark manhood was entirely visible underneath the glittering fabric, resting heavily against his thighs for the entire court to stare at. To make matters worse, they had tied tiny bells to his wrists, ankles, and collar, ensuring that every single time he shifted, it announced his own presense.

He kept his ears pinned back and his eyes glued to the floor as he leaned forward, holding up a heavy silver bowl of peeled grapes toward Akhtenon. The bells jingled as his hands trembled in rage. From the steps just below the throne, a visiting noble took a sip of wine and laughed quietly to another courtier.

"I have to admit," the man murmured "I wasn't so sure what I believed when I arrived... But Akhtenon clearly is the god of Kemet. I mean... He has the old gods dressed like cheap whores and serving him fruit. No mortal man could do such a thing!"

The Crown's Champion

Themes/Kinks: Small dom big sub, bondage, heavy bondage, cocky sub, size differences

Braxus didn’t buy his own gear. The eight-foot-tall minotaur was the realm's greatest asset, and the Crown paid him like it. They gave him the masterpiece axes made of adamantine, they paid for the finest clothes and armor, and they kept him fed with the very same chef as the royal family themselves. By day, he was a walking force of nature, wading through hordes of orcs and manticores. The city worshipped him. He was an unstoppable, hyper-masculine ideal, a mountain of scarred muscle and thick fur that kept the borders safe. He could barely go about his work without some youngster asking him for an autograph or a high-five. The ruling elite poured thousands of gold into making him the ultimate weapon.

But that was just their daytime investment.

Tonight, the titan bound spread eagle to a massive canopy bed in the center of Prince Valerus’ master suite. The bed is huge by human standards, but Braxus is so monstrously large that his hooved feet hang entirely off the footboard, and his thick scarred hands spill over the sides of the mattress. His armor is gone, replaced only by thick ropes that bite deep into his massive biceps, his wrists, and cross tightly over his large legs. He's completely exposed to the room of perfumed aristocrats lounging on velvet chairs and drinking wine around the room.

Hot air snorts from his wide, ringed nostrils, making the sheer silk sheets he's laid on wave. A low, furious rumble vibrates in his throat as he shifts his weight, the tiny human furniture uncomfortable. He glares at the ceiling, his jaw clenching hard enough to crack a tooth, his thick muscles involuntarily flexing against the ropes.

A short, frail lady jolts at his sudden movement, giving Braxus an idea. His muscles strain against the bindings just enough to make the heavy wood of the bed frame groan in protest. He wants them to know he hates this. "Oh!" She shrieks, stepping away from the beast. He never stops making sure his displeasure is obvious. He could easily snap these ropes and crush everyone in the room if he tried, but he knows the deal. Breaking his 'contract' with the kingdom would get him hauled into the dungeons, or worse.

So, he just lays there, forcing his tense body to stay put as Prince Valerus, smirking as though he's seen this a dozen times before, steps right up to the side of the bed. The surrounding nobles gawk behind their crystal glasses, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the realm's greatest killer rendered completely helpless.

"He's actually a real softie!" Valerus declares to the fearful diplomat, stepping in close. The man reaches down, casually and lazily toying with the tip of Braxus's enormous member.

The minotaur's eyes dart to the man, a lethal glare burning under his heavy brow, but his heavy breathing hitches involuntarily at the touch. The prince just laughs, slapping the titan's heavily muscled thigh condescendingly.

"You should hear the sounds he makes once you've edged him enough," Valerus continues, fully ignoring the murderous look Braxus is giving him. "Much less scary once he's a big, whining mess. Isn't that right, big guy?"

Braxus lets out another hot, furious snort, his eyes darting away, staring awkwardly at the velvet canopy above. He grits his teeth as he's forced to listen to the crowd of elites laugh at his expense.

The fearful diplomat relaxes her shoulders entirely, leaning in closer with a sudden curiosity. The terrifying beast was... embarrassed. Was Valerus telling the truth?

The Pixies’ Prank

Themes/Kinks: Humiliation, small top big sub, magical hyjinx, some Gilligan’s Island style bondage

Vakros, knew that the Whispering Woods were known for its ancient dark magic, but it had never stopped him from wandering west of camp in his youth - camping, fishing, and hunting. On days like these, he couldn’t stand how empty his tent felt since his brother left seeking fortune. How was he supposed to know that he’d trampled all over a still-forming mushroom ring when he’d laid down to star gaze? It was so much smaller than he was!

Vakros awoke the next morning to the soft sound of a dozen, tiny little giggles coming from all around him. He blinked open his eyes to find a scattering of glowing, thumb-sized figures perched all over his hairy, powerful form. One was tugging gently as his right ear, another was bouncing up and down on his chest as if it were a trampoline with a surprising force, while a third appeared to be transfixed with trying to sift through his fur to find his nipples. He shouts in annoyance, swatting at the little beings, but they buzz away before his hand can make contact, their high pitched laughter echoing.

With a jolt that sends a rush of rage and shame down his spine, Vakros' eyes find the two glowing figures hovering at his waist, each clutching a corner of his loincloth, holding it upwards as they float in the air. He couldn’t see any others, but the shadow his substantial manhood cast on the kilt by several others told him all that he needed to know. There were others behind that kilt, enjoying a little peep show. He darts upwards, a flow of unadulterated rage flowing through his veins as the pixies all quickly abandon ship, buzzing around him like a school of fish. Their high pitched gigges chime around him in chorus, as Bram lumbers forward, his massive claws swiping at empty air around him.

*** several hours later ***

The Arcmage’s apprentice stands at the open door of the tower, his jaw dropped at the scene in front of him. Vakros , the local village's greatest hunter a dear friend, stood before him, his fur matted with sweat, his wings stuck to his back with sweat. His armor was nowhere to be seen, leaving his toned form exposed, and his manhood hanging freely, as he anxiously shifts from foot to foot. A thin, glowing line of energy like a leash made of light encircles his neck, held by a single tiny pixie hovering about a foot away, it’s grin wide and cocky. Other pixies darted around him, giggling, their hands swiping at his body, and casting additional little spells and hexes. “Tal’kahn… I could uh, use your assistance with these…. Things.” He groans, lamenting having to ask his best friend for help in the face of such indignity. The assistant stares in complete silence for a long time, before a slow grin runs across their face, and quickly turns into loud, unrestrained laughter.

Heroic Hires

Themes/Kinks: Hypnosis, wardrobe control, forced prostitution, humiliation

Not too long ago, Vakros Shadewing, the formidable Batfolk hunter, was the epitome of strength and wit in the city’s hero guild. Known for his speed and battle prowess, he lived for the thrill of the hunt and the respect it earned him. When the new Guildmaster, a shrewd and mysterious mage, took over, Vakros had been among those who questioned his sudden rise to power. Those concerns now seem like distant echoes. The mage didn’t punish them for their skepticism. At least, not that anyone remembers. Vakros and the others now hold him in high regard, their doubts erased by a hypnotic influence. The guild continues its heroic duties by day, but their nights have taken on a new and unusual twist.

Tonight, like every night, Vakros returns from slaying monsters, only to trade his armor for something that would have made him shout with rage just a few months ago. Vakros finds himself adorned in flowing, nearly transparent silks that cling to his frame, more decorative than functional. The outfit is something out of a nightmare — sheer fabrics that cover nothing at all, shimmering like an exotic dancer. A few months ago, people in the city would have paid any price just to see him like this. Now, thanks to the Guildmaster's benevolent new policies, they don’t have to dream. Anyone with enough coin can rent him out for the evening, just like tonight, where he's been assigned to yet another client.

He’d have hated every second of it before, but now? That anger, that sense of self-worth, has been dulled. He simply accepts his fate, the hypnotic influence of the Guildmaster leaving him powerless to even recognize his own humiliation. The Guildmaster was right, he thinks to himself with a lazy smile as he slips off his silk bottoms, giving tonight's guest a show. He'd already spent the better half of his life as a monster hunter, using his body to serve the people of the city in one way. This isn't so different, was it?

Captured by Goblins

Themes/Kinks: small-top-large-bottom, humiliation, public-play, non-con, bdsm, enslavement, free-use

The goblins cackled around you as sweat dripped down your brow, your teeth biting hard down against the leather bit in your mouth. You tried to shout in rage at your treatment, but your body was far too exhausted to allow it. Closing your eyes, you tried to will away your own reality, just long enough to give yourself a moment of reprieve from your degradation. smack "Keep walking play-toy." The foul green goblin sitting atop your shoulders demands, with a rough smack of your face. It took every ounce of your strength to resist throwing him off, and-

Well, that's a lie and we both know it. You're currently entirely naked, with various restraints attaching you to a cart of treasure, which the goblins have been forcing you to help them bring to their hideout. You couldn't scream if you wanted to, on account of the bit in your mouth, and for some gods forsaken reason, the goblins make very sure to yank on the cock-ring leash they've fashioned for you, to keep you moving at the pace they desire. You've been their beast of burden for days now, and even when they're not using you for manual labor, the torture doesn't let up. You could describe every little detail of the green cocks of every single goblin surrounding you right now from memory alone. Lucky for you, the goblins seem fascinated by your larger member, and give it plenty of attention. Unluckily for you, if they plan on ever letting you cum, they haven't done it yet.

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General Kinks: Monsters, small-top-big-bottom, Incest, "unfair situations", Humiliation, bondage, exposure, public, free use, edging, orgasm control, orgasm denial, forced bi, forced gay, name calling, praise, pet play, chastity, forced tattoos, light cbt, sph, post orgasm torture, tickling and a lot more feel free to ask!

General Limits: Bad smells, bathroom stuff,

Also! I'm fine with all kinds of fantasy and D&D tropes! Feel free to let me now and I would absolutely love to craft something with you using a variety of different enemies, races, etc etc!

Disclaimer: I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I am primarily looking to run this game in a Basic Fantasy Play-By-Post type system. But let me know if you'd prefer more or less structure stats etc and we can make things work!

I'd also love to hear your own ideas for plots and ideas - so let me know if you have your own thoughts!

Included here are some of my favorite plots - but I have quite a lot of ideas! Feel free obvi to scroll through my profile, or ask for my grand list on Google Drive and I'll send a bunch your way!

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The God-King's New Harem!

Themes/Kinks: Humiliation, fall from grace, public exposure, see-through clothing, total power exchange

Anubis found the absolute silence from the mortal realm insufferable. For years, he had recieved no offerings, no praise, no sacrifice... Fed up with being ignored, he used a massive chunk of his divine power to incarnate into a physical avatar, stepping onto the sands of Egypt to discover the source of this faithlessness. How was he supposed to know that the entire Kingdo of Kemet now blindly worshipped only the self declared God-King Pharaoh, Akhtenon. Anubis marched into the nearest city, expecting the mortals to drop to their knees and grovel. Instead, he was instantly swarmed by the Pharaoh's men. He tried to summon the dead to rip the flesh from their bones, but he has been so deprived of worship, nothing happened. A battle broke out, and a swift blow to the back of the head knocked the Lord of the Dead out. Cold.

*** several weeks later ***

Anubis knelt on the plush cushions of the royal dais, his face burning with a humiliation. Gone was his golden armor and his dignity. Instead, the Pharaoh had forced him into a slutty belly dancer's outfit of bright pink, sparkly, and entirely see-through silks. It was little more than a tight crop top, and a skimpy loincloth that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His dark manhood was entirely visible underneath the glittering fabric, resting heavily against his thighs for the entire court to stare at. To make matters worse, they had tied tiny bells to his wrists, ankles, and collar, ensuring that every single time he shifted, it announced his own presense.

He kept his ears pinned back and his eyes glued to the floor as he leaned forward, holding up a heavy silver bowl of peeled grapes toward Akhtenon. The bells jingled as his hands trembled in rage. From the steps just below the throne, a visiting noble took a sip of wine and laughed quietly to another courtier.

"I have to admit," the man murmured "I wasn't so sure what I believed when I arrived... But Akhtenon clearly is the god of Kemet. I mean... He has the old gods dressed like cheap whores and serving him fruit. No mortal man could do such a thing!"

The Crown's Champion

Themes/Kinks: Small dom big sub, bondage, heavy bondage, cocky sub, size differences

Braxus didn’t buy his own gear. The eight-foot-tall minotaur was the realm's greatest asset, and the Crown paid him like it. They gave him the masterpiece axes made of adamantine, they paid for the finest clothes and armor, and they kept him fed with the very same chef as the royal family themselves. By day, he was a walking force of nature, wading through hordes of orcs and manticores. The city worshipped him. He was an unstoppable, hyper-masculine ideal, a mountain of scarred muscle and thick fur that kept the borders safe. He could barely go about his work without some youngster asking him for an autograph or a high-five. The ruling elite poured thousands of gold into making him the ultimate weapon.

But that was just their daytime investment.

Tonight, the titan bound spread eagle to a massive canopy bed in the center of Prince Valerus’ master suite. The bed is huge by human standards, but Braxus is so monstrously large that his hooved feet hang entirely off the footboard, and his thick scarred hands spill over the sides of the mattress. His armor is gone, replaced only by thick ropes that bite deep into his massive biceps, his wrists, and cross tightly over his large legs. He's completely exposed to the room of perfumed aristocrats lounging on velvet chairs and drinking wine around the room.

Hot air snorts from his wide, ringed nostrils, making the sheer silk sheets he's laid on wave. A low, furious rumble vibrates in his throat as he shifts his weight, the tiny human furniture uncomfortable. He glares at the ceiling, his jaw clenching hard enough to crack a tooth, his thick muscles involuntarily flexing against the ropes.

A short, frail lady jolts at his sudden movement, giving Braxus an idea. His muscles strain against the bindings just enough to make the heavy wood of the bed frame groan in protest. He wants them to know he hates this. "Oh!" She shrieks, stepping away from the beast. He never stops making sure his displeasure is obvious. He could easily snap these ropes and crush everyone in the room if he tried, but he knows the deal. Breaking his 'contract' with the kingdom would get him hauled into the dungeons, or worse.

So, he just lays there, forcing his tense body to stay put as Prince Valerus, smirking as though he's seen this a dozen times before, steps right up to the side of the bed. The surrounding nobles gawk behind their crystal glasses, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the realm's greatest killer rendered completely helpless.

"He's actually a real softie!" Valerus declares to the fearful diplomat, stepping in close. The man reaches down, casually and lazily toying with the tip of Braxus's enormous member.

The minotaur's eyes dart to the man, a lethal glare burning under his heavy brow, but his heavy breathing hitches involuntarily at the touch. The prince just laughs, slapping the titan's heavily muscled thigh condescendingly.

"You should hear the sounds he makes once you've edged him enough," Valerus continues, fully ignoring the murderous look Braxus is giving him. "Much less scary once he's a big, whining mess. Isn't that right, big guy?"

Braxus lets out another hot, furious snort, his eyes darting away, staring awkwardly at the velvet canopy above. He grits his teeth as he's forced to listen to the crowd of elites laugh at his expense.

The fearful diplomat relaxes her shoulders entirely, leaning in closer with a sudden curiosity. The terrifying beast was... embarrassed. Was Valerus telling the truth?

The Pixies’ Prank

Themes/Kinks: Humiliation, small top big sub, magical hyjinx, some Gilligan’s Island style bondage

Vakros, knew that the Whispering Woods were known for its ancient dark magic, but it had never stopped him from wandering west of camp in his youth - camping, fishing, and hunting. On days like these, he couldn’t stand how empty his tent felt since his brother left seeking fortune. How was he supposed to know that he’d trampled all over a still-forming mushroom ring when he’d laid down to star gaze? It was so much smaller than he was!

Vakros awoke the next morning to the soft sound of a dozen, tiny little giggles coming from all around him. He blinked open his eyes to find a scattering of glowing, thumb-sized figures perched all over his hairy, powerful form. One was tugging gently as his right ear, another was bouncing up and down on his chest as if it were a trampoline with a surprising force, while a third appeared to be transfixed with trying to sift through his fur to find his nipples. He shouts in annoyance, swatting at the little beings, but they buzz away before his hand can make contact, their high pitched laughter echoing.

With a jolt that sends a rush of rage and shame down his spine, Vakros' eyes find the two glowing figures hovering at his waist, each clutching a corner of his loincloth, holding it upwards as they float in the air. He couldn’t see any others, but the shadow his substantial manhood cast on the kilt by several others told him all that he needed to know. There were others behind that kilt, enjoying a little peep show. He darts upwards, a flow of unadulterated rage flowing through his veins as the pixies all quickly abandon ship, buzzing around him like a school of fish. Their high pitched gigges chime around him in chorus, as Bram lumbers forward, his massive claws swiping at empty air around him.

*** several hours later ***

The Arcmage’s apprentice stands at the open door of the tower, his jaw dropped at the scene in front of him. Vakros , the local village's greatest hunter a dear friend, stood before him, his fur matted with sweat, his wings stuck to his back with sweat. His armor was nowhere to be seen, leaving his toned form exposed, and his manhood hanging freely, as he anxiously shifts from foot to foot. A thin, glowing line of energy like a leash made of light encircles his neck, held by a single tiny pixie hovering about a foot away, it’s grin wide and cocky. Other pixies darted around him, giggling, their hands swiping at his body, and casting additional little spells and hexes. “Tal’kahn… I could uh, use your assistance with these…. Things.” He groans, lamenting having to ask his best friend for help in the face of such indignity. The assistant stares in complete silence for a long time, before a slow grin runs across their face, and quickly turns into loud, unrestrained laughter.

Heroic Hires

Themes/Kinks: Hypnosis, wardrobe control, forced prostitution, humiliation

Not too long ago, Vakros Shadewing, the formidable Batfolk hunter, was the epitome of strength and wit in the city’s hero guild. Known for his speed and battle prowess, he lived for the thrill of the hunt and the respect it earned him. When the new Guildmaster, a shrewd and mysterious mage, took over, Vakros had been among those who questioned his sudden rise to power. Those concerns now seem like distant echoes. The mage didn’t punish them for their skepticism. At least, not that anyone remembers. Vakros and the others now hold him in high regard, their doubts erased by a hypnotic influence. The guild continues its heroic duties by day, but their nights have taken on a new and unusual twist.

Tonight, like every night, Vakros returns from slaying monsters, only to trade his armor for something that would have made him shout with rage just a few months ago. Vakros finds himself adorned in flowing, nearly transparent silks that cling to his frame, more decorative than functional. The outfit is something out of a nightmare — sheer fabrics that cover nothing at all, shimmering like an exotic dancer. A few months ago, people in the city would have paid any price just to see him like this. Now, thanks to the Guildmaster's benevolent new policies, they don’t have to dream. Anyone with enough coin can rent him out for the evening, just like tonight, where he's been assigned to yet another client.

He’d have hated every second of it before, but now? That anger, that sense of self-worth, has been dulled. He simply accepts his fate, the hypnotic influence of the Guildmaster leaving him powerless to even recognize his own humiliation. The Guildmaster was right, he thinks to himself with a lazy smile as he slips off his silk bottoms, giving tonight's guest a show. He'd already spent the better half of his life as a monster hunter, using his body to serve the people of the city in one way. This isn't so different, was it?

Captured by Goblins

Themes/Kinks: small-top-large-bottom, humiliation, public-play, non-con, bdsm, enslavement, free-use

The goblins cackled around you as sweat dripped down your brow, your teeth biting hard down against the leather bit in your mouth. You tried to shout in rage at your treatment, but your body was far too exhausted to allow it. Closing your eyes, you tried to will away your own reality, just long enough to give yourself a moment of reprieve from your degradation. smack "Keep walking play-toy." The foul green goblin sitting atop your shoulders demands, with a rough smack of your face. It took every ounce of your strength to resist throwing him off, and-

Well, that's a lie and we both know it. You're currently entirely naked, with various restraints attaching you to a cart of treasure, which the goblins have been forcing you to help them bring to their hideout. You couldn't scream if you wanted to, on account of the bit in your mouth, and for some gods forsaken reason, the goblins make very sure to yank on the cock-ring leash they've fashioned for you, to keep you moving at the pace they desire. You've been their beast of burden for days now, and even when they're not using you for manual labor, the torture doesn't let up. You could describe every little detail of the green cocks of every single goblin surrounding you right now from memory alone. Lucky for you, the goblins seem fascinated by your larger member, and give it plenty of attention. Unluckily for you, if they plan on ever letting you cum, they haven't done it yet.

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General Kinks: Monsters, small-top-big-bottom, Incest, "unfair situations", Humiliation, bondage, exposure, public, free use, edging, orgasm control, orgasm denial, forced bi, forced gay, name calling, praise, pet play, chastity, forced tattoos, light cbt, sph, post orgasm torture, tickling and a lot more feel free to ask!

General Limits: Bad smells, bathroom stuff,

Also! I'm fine with all kinds of fantasy and D&D tropes! Feel free to let me now and I would absolutely love to craft something with you using a variety of different enemies, races, etc etc!

All characters are 18+ AND all potential roleplay partners must be as well.

Side note. I get a lot of messages over this prompt, but please don’t just say hi, send me your kinks and limits - tell me ideas for the prompt - anything other than just hi. Since I’m looking for a very lore heavy RP, please have at least a basic knowledge of Naruto lore before you reach out, thanks!

\*The Divine Tree’s roots tightened around the Shinobi Alliance, wrapping them all in tight cocoons.\* Naruto’s final rasengan fizzled away as his chakra ran dry. Sasuke’s Susanoo shattered. In a matter of moments, every single ninja was wrapped tight on the branches of the tree

\*Outside, the world fell still under the crimson moon.\*
\*Inside, their minds drifted into an endless paradise.\*

\*The problem is, no one ever said the Infinite Tsukiyomi would subject them to their OWN idea of infinite paradise. It was Kaguya’s.\*

\*And Kaguya’s idea of paradise was\* a complete matriarchy. A world where every male shinobi is thoroughly dominated, degraded, and put in his place.

Hi! Looking for a partner interested in a dark, lewd, and psychological Naruto RP with a femdom and submissive male focus. As a side note if you want any amount of malexmale content, please just say so! I’m happy to accommodate.

I see two possible ways we could play this:

1. individual Paradises

Each male is subjected to an internal instance of the tsukiyomi, based on and tailored to their life. We pick different male characters (Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kiba, etc.) and explore their personal nightmare dreams. This is essentially a series of one-shots.

2. The Grand Dream

All characters wake up linked together inside one massive, shared dream (think like the Matrix) re-living the original story plot (OG Naruto, Shippuden, or the War Arc, whenever you want it to take place). They have no knowledge of anything beyond that point. \*The Twist:\* History and social order have been altered in order to ensure male subservience and domination. We can work out the details ;)

\*\*Kinks:\*\* Femdom, male submission, bondage, edging, organs control, humiliation, mind control, matriarchy, and plenty more please ask!
\*\*Limits:\*\* Vore, gore, death, bathroom activities, feet.

All characters are 18+ AND all potential roleplay partners must be as well.

*The Divine Tree’s roots tightened around the Shinobi Alliance, wrapping them all in tight cocoons.* Naruto’s final rasengan fizzled away as his chakra ran dry. Sasuke’s Susanoo shattered. In a matter of moments, every single ninja was wrapped tight on the branches of the tree

*Outside, the world fell still under the crimson moon.*
*Inside, their minds drifted into an endless paradise.*

*The problem is, no one ever said the Infinite Tsukiyomi would subject them to their OWN idea of infinite paradise. It was Kaguya’s.*

*And Kaguya’s idea of paradise was* a complete matriarchy. A world where every male shinobi is thoroughly dominated, degraded, and put in his place.

Hi! Looking for a partner interested in a dark, lewd, and psychological Naruto RP with a femdom and submissive male focus. As a side note if you want any amount of malexmale content, please just say so! I’m happy to accommodate.

I see two possible ways we could play this:

1. individual Paradises

Each male is subjected to an internal instance of the tsukiyomi, based on and tailored to their life. We pick different male characters (Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kiba, etc.) and explore their personal nightmare dreams. This is essentially a series of one-shots.

2. The Grand Dream

All characters wake up linked together inside one massive, shared dream (think like the Matrix) re-living the original story plot (OG Naruto, Shippuden, or the War Arc, whenever you want it to take place). They have no knowledge of anything beyond that point. *The Twist:* History and social order have been altered in order to ensure male subservience and domination. We can work out the details ;)

**Kinks:** Femdom, male submission, bondage, edging, organs control, humiliation, mind control, matriarchy, and plenty more please ask!
**Limits:** Vore, gore, death, bathroom activities, feet.

Note: I don’t specifically see roleplay requests and prompts listed as something I shouldn’t be posting. Thought this might be something people on this sub would like; sorry if not allowed mods.

All characters must be 18+ AND all potential roleplay partners must be as well.

The Divine Tree’s roots tightened around the Shinobi Alliance, wrapping them all in tight cocoons. Naruto’s final rasengan fizzled away as his chakra ran dry. Sasuke’s Susanoo shattered. In a matter of moments, every single ninja was wrapped tight on the branches of the tree

Outside, the world fell still under the crimson moon.
Inside, their minds drifted into an endless paradise.

The problem is, no one ever said the Infinite Tsukiyomi would subject them to their OWN idea of infinite paradise. It was Kaguya’s.

And Kaguya’s idea of paradise was a complete matriarchy. A world where every male shinobi is thoroughly dominated, degraded, and put in his place.

Hi! Looking for a partner interested in a dark, lewd, and psychological Naruto RP with a femdom and submissive male focus. As a side note if you want any amount of malexmale content, please just say so! I’m happy to accommodate.

I see two possible ways we could play this:

1. individual Paradises

Each male is subjected to an internal instance of the tsukiyomi, based on and tailored to their life. We pick different male characters (Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kiba, etc.) and explore their personal nightmare dreams. This is essentially a series of one-shots.

2. The Grand Dream

All characters wake up linked together inside one massive, shared dream (think like the Mateix) re-living the original story plot (OG Naruto, Shippuden, or the War Arc, whenever you want it to take place). They have no knowledge of anything beyond that point. *The Twist:* History and social order have been altered in order to ensure male subservience and domination. We can work out the details ;)

**Kinks:** Femdom, male submission, bondage, edging, organs control, humiliation, mind control, matriarchy, and plenty more please ask!
**Limits:** Vore, gore, death, bathroom activities, feet.