u/urhogwartsdropout

Zoey is the textbook definition of a tomboy. Matching the term any closer would bring her close to parody. From the doorway to her room, it truly couldn't look worse. The jungle floor's foilage is made up of messy clothes and discarded university letters, while her trusty bong creates impenetrable fog that extends all the way up to the canopy. Adorning her bedroom's walls are crudely plastered posters for obscure metal bands with names you couldn't pronounce, even without the smoke in the way. Trudging through the untamed wilderness of Zoey's bedroom isn't a challenge with an appropriate payoff, as you'll rarely ever find her there. Her true home is her parents' garage. There, she is free to tinker with the motorcycle she'll never get the license for. There, she is free to play bass riffs on repeat until the metal strings cut into her fingers and draw blood.

Zoey's scuffed up legs are always obscured by distressed, baggy jeans that serve double duty by androgynizing her silhouette. Her choice in tops isn't much different, with oversized band t-shirts and sweaters that end inches past her hips. The length of her tops and bottoms seem even more cartoonish when her tall frame, one that rivals her male peers, is taken into account. This, combined with her ghostly pale skin and jet black, sloppy DIY wolf cut, nearly gives her the appearance of a vampire.

With all of her faults, Zoey has stuck with you through thick and thin. Inseparable wouldn't even remotely be hyperbole. From age 5 to present day, the two of you have been surgically bonded at the hip. The number of interests shared between you made hanging out natural. Whether you two were skateboarding or simply talking about music, time seemed to accelerate by her side. Despite all of her masculine traits, her experience growing up alongside so many other women gave her enough emotional intelligence for her to also be a shoulder to cry on.

As you two grew up side by side, adults would tease you in the most typical ways. Childish comments about Zoey being your girlfriend and what the dates for the wedding would be were the most common. You never felt anything of the sort towards Zoey, neither sexual nor romantic. As an adult, having gone through the most aggressive of your hormonal periods, it barely ever occurred to you that Zoey could even be perceived as attractive. These thoughts were paired with good intentions, of course. You would never call or think of her as ugly. Your experiences with her were just so far removed from anything that could bring about those thoughts.

Right?

You barely remember what happened. It was a flash, in the literal and figurative senses. Maybe you didn't hear the shower before it was turned off. Maybe you assumed she would be done changing by now and didn't even bother asking. Maybe you should have.

You open the door and see Zoey's naked body standing in the middle of the bathroom. All of the things you never thought you would see now lay before you. Her entire pale figure, now uncovered to you for the first time, glistens with water droplets. Her childbearing hips, supple thighs, and pillowy rear make you wonder how even the baggiest of jeans could keep them at bay. The perkiest breasts you've ever seen, in person or in porn, were of a much more modest size, but still left your mental jaw agape. Zoey's cold dark eyes locked with yours, keeping your eyes from continuing to wander all over her impressive build. Her eyes weren't entirely filled with any one emotion. They were stricken with a strange mixture of fear, embarrassment, and... something else. You couldn't quite place it.

You've had time to reflect over this encounter. The look in her eyes, her flawless figure, and the general steamy bathroom scene. It kept replaying in your head. Over and over and over and over. Zoey and you are still inseparable as ever. It doesn't seem like it affected her as much as it did you. Maybe she's forgotten altogether. But you know that can't be true.

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Hello! This is a simple "friends to lovers" roleplay with a tomboy twist. A majority of the details, like age and location, have been left vague. This lets my partner and I slot some of our favorite kinks into the roleplay a little easier. For example, if you have an age gap kink, there's nothing in the prompt above that that disqualifies that. The start of the roleplay has also been left vague. I like having the freedom to start anywhere we'd prefer. I hope to see you soon!

Zoey is the textbook definition of a tomboy. Matching the term any closer would bring her close to parody. From the doorway to her room, it truly couldn't look worse. The jungle floor's foilage is made up of messy clothes and discarded university letters, while her trusty bong creates impenetrable fog that extends all the way up to the canopy. Adorning her bedroom's walls are crudely plastered posters for obscure metal bands with names you couldn't pronounce, even without the smoke in the way. Trudging through the untamed wilderness of Zoey's bedroom isn't a challenge with an appropriate payoff, as you'll rarely ever find her there. Her true home is her parents' garage. There, she is free to tinker with the motorcycle she'll never get the license for. There, she is free to play bass riffs on repeat until the metal strings cut into her fingers and draw blood.

Zoey's scuffed up legs are always obscured by distressed, baggy jeans that serve double duty by androgynizing her silhouette. Her choice in tops isn't much different, with oversized band t-shirts and sweaters that end inches past her hips. The length of her tops and bottoms seem even more cartoonish when her tall frame, one that rivals her male peers, is taken into account. This, combined with her ghostly pale skin and jet black, sloppy DIY wolf cut, nearly gives her the appearance of a vampire.

With all of her faults, Zoey has stuck with you through thick and thin. Inseparable wouldn't even remotely be hyperbole. From age 5 to present day, the two of you have been surgically bonded at the hip. The number of interests shared between you made hanging out natural. Whether you two were skateboarding or simply talking about music, time seemed to accelerate by her side. Despite all of her masculine traits, her experience growing up alongside so many other women gave her enough emotional intelligence for her to also be a shoulder to cry on.

As you two grew up side by side, adults would tease you in the most typical ways. Childish comments about Zoey being your girlfriend and what the dates for the wedding would be were the most common. You never felt anything of the sort towards Zoey, neither sexual nor romantic. As an adult, having gone through the most aggressive of your hormonal periods, it barely ever occurred to you that Zoey could even be perceived as attractive. These thoughts were paired with good intentions, of course. You would never call or think of her as ugly. Your experiences with her were just so far removed from anything that could bring about those thoughts.

Right?

You barely remember what happened. It was a flash, in the literal and figurative senses. Maybe you didn't hear the shower before it was turned off. Maybe you assumed she would be done changing by now and didn't even bother asking. Maybe you should have.

You open the door and see Zoey's naked body standing in the middle of the bathroom. All of the things you never thought you would see now lay before you. Her entire pale figure, now uncovered to you for the first time, glistens with water droplets. Her childbearing hips, supple thighs, and pillowy rear make you wonder how even the baggiest of jeans could keep them at bay. The perkiest breasts you've ever seen, in person or in porn, were of a much more modest size, but still left your mental jaw agape. Zoey's cold dark eyes locked with yours, keeping your eyes from continuing to wander all over her impressive build. Her eyes weren't entirely filled with any one emotion. They were stricken with a strange mixture of fear, embarrassment, and... something else. You couldn't quite place it.

You've had time to reflect over this encounter. The look in her eyes, her flawless figure, and the general steamy bathroom scene. It kept replaying in your head. Over and over and over and over. Zoey and you are still inseparable as ever. It doesn't seem like it affected her as much as it did you. Maybe she's forgotten altogether. But you know that can't be true.

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Hello! This is a simple "friends to lovers" roleplay with a tomboy twist. A majority of the details, like age and location, have been left vague. This lets my partner and I slot some of our favorite kinks into the roleplay a little easier. For example, if you have an age gap kink, there's nothing in the prompt above that that disqualifies that. The start of the roleplay has also been left vague. I like having the freedom to start anywhere we'd prefer. I hope to see you soon!

I've never been one to turn down a question. Curiosity is what makes the world go round, as well as one of the only emotions that can bring a sparkle to my eyes. Who am I to deny one's curiosity? Viciously ripping the soul out of someone's chest would be less of an insult to their humanity.

On TMI Tuesday, I invite the users of Reddit to toss aside the anxieties they’ve become comfortable with. You don't need them with me. There's no such thing as "Too Much Information" when you're talking to me. There will be no second guessing. Today, you will let your hormones do the thinking. Your brain will do nothing but filter out the raw, primal desire that I'm looking for. I want you to ask the questions you've always wanted a young woman to answer.

"Are you still a virgin?"

"Missionary or doggystyle?"

"Can I shove my fingers down your throat?"

If dirty thoughts regarding women as a whole never crossed your mind, a description of myself will help you come up with some.

I clock in at 5 feet and 8 inches. My skin is as pale as marble, but even smoother to the touch. My jet black hair, arranged in a sloppy DIY wolf cut, acts as a stark contrast to my undead complexion. My build is as average as they come, with most excess fat being exactly where the average man wants it: supple thighs that compliment my wide hips, in addition to a truly fat ass. My chest is, even with push-up bras, nothing special. Apologies to those who thought they found a perverted Redditor with a perfect body. You'll never be that lucky.

Hopefully that's enough for you to chew on. I'll be waiting for your questions.

I've never been one to turn down a question. Curiosity is what makes the world go round, as well as one of the only emotions that can bring a sparkle to my eyes. Who am I to deny one's curiosity? Viciously ripping the soul out of someone's chest would be less of an insult to their humanity.

On TMI Tuesday, I invite the users of Reddit to toss aside the anxieties they’ve become comfortable with. You don't need them with me. There's no such thing as "Too Much Information" when you're talking to me. There will be no second guessing. Today, you will let your hormones do the thinking. Your brain will do nothing but filter out the raw, primal desire that I'm looking for. I want you to ask the questions you've always wanted a young woman to answer.

"Are you still a virgin?"

"Missionary or doggystyle?"

"Can I shove my fingers down your throat?"

If dirty thoughts regarding women as a whole never crossed your mind, a description of myself will help you come up with some.

I clock in at 5 feet and 8 inches. My skin is as pale as marble, but even smoother to the touch. My jet black hair, arranged in a sloppy DIY wolf cut, acts as a stark contrast to my undead complexion. My build is as average as they come, with most excess fat being exactly where the average man wants it: supple thighs that compliment my wide hips, in addition to a truly fat ass. My chest is, even with push-up bras, nothing special. Apologies to those who thought they found a perverted Redditor with a perfect body. You'll never be that lucky.

Hopefully that's enough for you to chew on. I'll be waiting for your questions.

There's no place on Reddit I would call my home. No subreddit intrigues me deeply enough to warrant setting up camp. Perhaps I'm not traveling along the right routes, but most posts are only interesting on the surface level. Shallow, trite discussions and outdated memes only register in my brain as carefully arranged pixels on a screen. But porn? Smut? They trigger something deep within me. That feral feeling, viciously beating against the walls of my throat, begs to be let out as a pathetic whine or a sultry moan. It just wants to manifest into something that can alert others to what I really want.

Whatever you do, when you message me, please be unapologetically horny. Tell me about your ideal woman. Tell me about your favorite porn scene. Tell me about how your pelvis would slam into my fat pale rear as you grip my short black hair for support. It's all I ask of you. It's the only way I can feel much of anything anymore.

There's no place on Reddit I would call my home. No subreddit intrigues me deeply enough to warrant setting up camp. Perhaps I'm not traveling along the right routes, but most posts are only interesting on the surface level. Shallow, trite discussions and outdated memes only register in my brain as carefully arranged pixels on a screen. But porn? Smut? They trigger something deep within me. That feral feeling, viciously beating against the walls of my throat, begs to be let out as a pathetic whine or a sultry moan. It just wants to manifest into something that can alert others to what I really want.

Whatever you do, when you message me, please be unapologetically horny. Tell me about your ideal woman. Tell me about your favorite porn scene. Tell me about how your pelvis would slam into my fat pale rear as you grip my short black hair for support. It's all I ask of you. It's the only way I can feel much of anything anymore.

Hello! My name is... well, that's not important. Even if you cared about the correct term for your pocket pussy, I wouldn't be able to hear you call my name over the sound of my fat Pinoy ass jiggling against your pelvis.

I'm just really curious about something. Why are white men so obsessed with Asian women? It's to the point that generous white men fly over to Asian countries just to bless us with their superior seed. Don't get me started on how many white men can't tear their eyes away from my supple chest, no matter how covered up I am. I want to know: both for education's sake, and to know what traits to exaggerate to get even more white men in my bedroom.

Send me a message with your personal reasoning if you can! Thank you for your time!

Hello! My name is... well, that's not important. Even if you cared about the correct term for your pocket pussy, I wouldn't be able to hear you call my name over the sound of my fat Pinoy ass jiggling against your pelvis.

I'm just really curious about something. Why are white men so obsessed with Asian women? It's to the point that generous white men fly over to Asian countries just to bless us with their superior seed. Don't get me started on how many white men can't tear their eyes away from my supple chest, no matter how covered up I am. I want to know: both for education's sake, and to know what traits to exaggerate to get even more white men in my bedroom.

Send me a message with your personal reasoning if you can! Thank you for your time!

Convention centers are not for picking up women. Their function, while still social, is far removed from that type of interaction. Gaming, anime, and comic communities are male dominated spaces to an unfortunate degree. Not being inappropriate towards other women in the community is the least one can do to cultivate a more welcoming environment for them. While many have their own definition of what is inappropriate, most have taken the path of zero resistance: not engaging with women in the community at all.

The Mai Shiranui cosplayer you saw earlier was a Fatal Fury fan. Her father was a professional fighting game player who passed down his consoles down to his only offspring. It was an attempt to light a fire in her heart, a love for competition that could potentially rival his own. However, the sparks flew by the intended target and lit something else ablaze. His daughter wasn't interested in the technical combos or the adrenaline that a close match could pump through your veins: it was the story. The characters. The world. They stuck with her permanently. Her sketchbook soon became filled front to back with amateurish doodles of characters like Terry Bogard and Geese Howard.

These are beloved memories that the cosplayer would let spill out, given the opportunity. Yet, they might as well be secrets. Nobody wants to come off as weird and risk damaging the image of their community even further. Nobody wants to stress this poor woman out more than she presumably already was.

Maybe acknowledging this unfortunate dynamic between the men and women in your community was what made this time different. Perhaps your self control finally gave in after resisting temptation for so long. Regardless, there was something about a different cosplayer girl you just saw. It was only for a moment. The most fleeting of glances. The details were fuzzy at their clearest. Why did this girl catch your attention so effortlessly? Was their cosplay especially high effort? Did the locks of their wig cascade down their back like a beautiful waterfall? Did her curves stand out from the generally lanky figures of the crowd? Were they simply cosplaying a character you haven't seen cosplayed before?

You've mustered up the courage. Go and get a good look.

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Hello! I've always wanted to do a roleplay that fuses two of some of my biggest interests: geek culture and character creation! The description of the cosplayer girl your character will be approaching was intentionally kept vague! It's up to the two of us to create a character to suit both of our needs! If you've always fancied a character from a particular game or anime, let me know! We can absolutely work something out!

Oh, and here are my kinks and limits! This isn't an exhaustive list, not even remotely, but they should give you a decent framework to fantasize with!

Kinks: costumes, clothed sex, impact play, choking, risky sex, light bondage, nipple play, teasing, cock worship, innocence, degradation, hair pulling, praise, spit, facefucking

Limits: anything bathroom related, anything fantastical, death, feet, and scent play

Hello everyone!

I've always held sentimental feelings towards my first ever crushes! I'll forever remember how Link from Twilight Princess ticked every box for little ol' me! A darker aesthetic to match the tone of the game, but with a soft, androgynous flair! What more could a girl want?

I need to know what pushed all of those buttons for you all the way back then! Maybe an attractive actor you saw in passing stripped down to a state you haven't seen until then! Perhaps Princess Peach's lack of sexualization gave your hormone riddled mind enough space to wander, until your headcanon for the character was your perfect woman? It could've just been Lola Bunny! I really don't blame you!

Just message me so we can get to chatting! There's no bad answer, so don't be afraid. Although, if an answer especially resonates with me, I wouldn't mind helping bring a fantasy of yours to life...

I'm actually the most pathetic girl on the planet... I've spent so much of my life sculpting my body to appeal to men, yet I haven't gone out in the world to show it off. I'm worried that I've had the wrong idea this entire time, anyway. Like, do men like redheads with muscular asses and thick thighs built like marble pillars? Washboard abs and small round glasses don't go together, right? Hopefully my appearance won't be too much of a deal breaker. I just want someone to acknowledge I exist, either as a human being or a sex object to repeatedly use.

I'm actually the most pathetic girl on the planet... I've spent so much of my life sculpting my body to appeal to men, yet I haven't gone out in the world to show it off. I'm worried that I've had the wrong idea this entire time, anyway. Like, do men like redheads with muscular asses and thick thighs built like marble pillars? Washboard abs and small round glasses don't go together, right? Hopefully my appearance won't be too much of a deal breaker. I just want someone to acknowledge I exist, either as a human being or a sex object to repeatedly use.