r/futarp

**Let me guess… you thought I was harmless.**

You opened the door for me that first night because I looked wet, cold, and a little lost. Rain had soaked through my thin hoodie until it clung to my shoulders and chest. My hair was plastered to my cheeks. Maybe I didn’t match the neighborhood. I was young, 21, and not dressed for the storm, and I had this wide eyed, almost fragile look that made you feel important. Protective, even.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, voice small and rough from the cold as water dripped onto your clean entryway. “I didn’t mean to bother anyone. I just… I didn’t know where else to go.”

You hesitated. Then you stepped aside and let me in.

You let me stay the night on your couch. You said it was just for tonight. You told yourself it was charity. That you were doing a good thing. That I’d be gone by morning… But I wasn’t..

You made coffee the next morning. The smell filled the quiet kitchen. I stayed quiet at first, sitting on the edge of the cushion like I was afraid of taking up too much space, then finally spoke.

“Thank you… for not making me leave. Most people would’ve.”

I cleaned the mug afterward without being asked, rinsing it carefully, drying it, setting it back exactly where it belonged. You liked that. So I stayed another night. Then another. Then you started leaving notes on the counter like, “Left food in the fridge. Eat if you’re hungry.” And you loved coming home to find the dishes done, the floor swept, the faint scent of whatever body wash of yours I’d used in your shower, and someone waiting for you in your big, empty house.

“Welcome home,” I’d say softly every time the door opened, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sometimes I’d even take your coat, hanging it up before you could.

You didn’t ask too many questions. Where I came from. Why I had no phone. No ID. No emergency contact. You didn’t want to know. You liked how simple it felt, having me there. Like your life wasn’t so hollow anymore.

You were lonely, weren’t you?

Older. Divorced, maybe. Or just alone long enough to forget what it was like to have someone in your space. You had money. A good job. The kind that keeps your hands clean but your conscience murky. You had a quiet, minimalist house with cold tile floors and soft, beige walls that never had to absorb any real life. No photos on the fridge. No clutter. Just space that echoed.

**Until me.**

At first, I was grateful. Gentle. Polite. I said thank you a lot. I smiled when you walked into the room. I listened when you talked about things you hadn’t said out loud in years.

“You don’t have to keep everything inside, you know,” I murmured one night while we sat on the couch, close enough that my knee brushed yours. “I’m here. You can tell me.”

And you did. About your regrets. Your past. Your ex. Your daughter who was my age. The job you hate but stay in because the money’s good. I watched your face while you spoke, memorizing every crack in the composure you usually wore like armor. I soaked it all in.

Then, I started taking up more space. My hair in the drain. My clothes mixed in with yours in the laundry basket. My scent on your pillow.. something soft and clean that somehow still felt like it belonged there. You never asked me to move into your bed, but you didn’t stop it either.

The first night it happened, you tensed when I slipped under the covers. The sheets were cool. Your body was warm.

“Is this okay…?” I asked quietly, already curling against your side like I’d always belonged there, one arm carefully draped across your waist. “I just… I don’t want to sleep alone anymore.”

You didn’t answer right away. You didn’t push me away either. You just lay there staring at the ceiling while I breathed slowly against your shoulder, pretending to fall asleep whilst I grabbed you harder.

You told yourself you weren’t doing anything wrong… I was just a girl who needed help.

I started dressing differently after that. Shorter skirts that rode up when I sat. Soft tops with no bra underneath, the outline of my nipples visible when the air conditioning kicked on. And lower.. the soft, heavy shape of my cock resting against my thigh, harder to hide when the fabric clung just right after a shower. I’d bend over a little slower to pick something up. Hold eye contact a little longer. Let the silence stretch until you were the one who looked away first.

You tried to ignore it. Pretended I didn’t catch you watching.

“You don’t have to look away,” I said one evening, voice soft but steady as I stood in the kitchen doorway. “I don’t mind if you look. It’s okay.”

You flinched the first time I kissed your cheek.. just a quick, grateful press of lips. But when I kissed your neck a few nights later, slower, lingering just under your jaw?

“Stay still,” I whispered against your skin, feeling the way your pulse jumped. “Please… just let me.”

And you did.

And then?

You let me climb on top of you one night when the house was quiet and the only light came from the hallway. You gripped my hips like you still weren’t sure whether to pull me closer or push me off. I was already hard against you, the thick length of me pressing through the thin fabric of my sleep shorts, hot and insistent between your thighs.. begging for this.

“It’s not a mistake,” I breathed, guiding myself against your entrance, feeling how wet you’d already gotten. “You want this. You’ve wanted it for weeks. I can feel it.” I convinced you..

You still tried to call it a mistake between gasps when I finally pushed inside.. slow at first, giving you time to adjust to the stretch, then deeper once your thighs started trembling around my hips. Every moan, every broken little whimper, every filthy thank you I whispered into your ear while I fucked and rutted into you seemed to pull you further under the spell that was me.

“Thank you… god, you feel so good… thank you for letting me in… for letting me stay…”

You wanted to feel needed again. Desired. You liked the way I looked down at you, eyes wide and almost reverent, lips parted, like you were the only woman in the world who mattered. Like I would have crawled through worse storms just to end up right here, buried inside you.

And in that house, you were.

But now? You’re panicking.

Because you went to work this morning and came home to find your locks changed. The key you used for years didn’t turn. I’ve got a spare, remember? The one you gave me when you started calling this our home, smiling like it was nothing.

Your name’s still on everything, of course. The mortgage. The accounts. The utilities. But that doesn’t mean much anymore. I’ve left pieces of myself in places that matter. Strands of my hair in your brush. A pair of my underwear folded neatly in your sock drawer. Photos.. of us, of me in your clothes, of the marks I left on your skin.. saved in your cloud under folders you’d never think to check. You think you know your passwords? Cute. I’ve been logged in for weeks. Changing little things. Reading everything.

Oh, and I found the pills you take for your blood pressure. The bottle lives in the cabinet above the sink. I replaced a few with something else.. something that helps get you in the mood at night, makes your skin a little more sensitive, your thoughts a little slower. Not all of them. Just enough that you’ll start feeling off. Enough that your coworkers might notice you’re not quite yourself. Might wonder what’s going on behind those tired eyes and delayed responses.

If I wanted to hurt you, I could. But I don’t want that… Not yet.

I just want you to realize you don’t have control anymore. I do.

“You didn’t ask for this?” I say calmly when you finally confront me, standing in the doorway with that look on your face.. the one that says you’re starting to understand how deep this goes. My voice is still soft. Almost gentle. “Sure. But you let it happen. You let me in. You left the door open. You kept leaving it open.”

And now that I’ve sunk into every crevice of your life like water through drywall, you’re starting to understand something important:

You don’t get to throw me away.

“Because I know what you did,” I continue, stepping closer. “The shady deal last year. The thing with your ex that you never told anyone. The late nights with your assistant that weren’t about work. I’ve got proof. Screenshots. Recordings. Enough to ruin you if I wanted. And if I go to the cops? Or your boss? Or your daughter?”

I tilt my head, smiling just a little, watching the color drain from your face.

“Well… let’s just say you should probably start practicing your apologies. And I should start browsing baby names.”

Because this isn’t just about what we did in your bed anymore. This is about what comes next. About the way I’ve been finishing inside you without pulling out. About the box of unopened condoms beside our bed. About the quiet, possessive part of me that already started counting days.

“And like it or not, darling…” I step all the way into your space, resting a hand low on your stomach, thumb brushing the soft skin just above your waistband, “**You’re going to be a mother again.”**

Living in this part of town comes with tradeoffs. Yes, then rent is cheap, but even our feckless property manager had to admit that break-ins are becoming “a growing nuisance,” and that we should all take extra precautions.

The girls in our building take these warnings to heart. The boys, though, are oblivious as ever.

Which is how you ended up with your apartment invaded, hand-gagged while coming out of the shower, and hogtied naked on your living room couch while two robbers pilfer your goods.

Fuck. Maybe you should have checked your lock…

When I pass by your door I can sense something amiss. Maybe it’s the sounds of mischievous chatter coming from your bedroom wall. Perhaps it’s the mud the robbers tracked n on their boots. Or maybe I just have a sixth sense for knowing when there’s a tied up helpless boy with panties stuffed in his tape-gagged mouth sitting between me and a flimsy wooden door.

I bust it open. There’s definitely a ‘dear diary, jackpot’ moment when I see you tied there, but the moment is ruined when you start mmphing and struggling wildly, eyes wide, face red.

I put my finger up to my lips with a warning expression. There goes the element of surprise, silly.

“I’ll punish you for that later,” I mumble, as I get into stance as the robbers enter the room.

“Someone’s not being a very good little hostage…hey, what the—“

Faster than my size would suggest, I leap for the miscreant and wrench their arm behind their back. The roll of duct tape, along with whatever they were planning to do with it, falls to the floor. I’m just about to pick it up and deliver my own bondage Justice when their partner comes up behind me.

Now it’s a fight. I spin on my heel and toss one into the other, sending them tumbling. Before they can get up a swift kick sends them both flying toward the center of the living room, falling with a groan while you turn onto your side to hide your growing erection.

I already noticed.

The two robbers rub their heads as they slowly try to get up. They groan as they hear my Dr. Marten’s come striding up beside them.

“Had enough?”

They skeddadle out of the front door. It swings open. I could go for them, but…

I smile.

You do owe me.

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Hey! I've posted this one before and it's a lot of fun so I want to run it again. Tonight I'm interested in trying some variations. Perhaps you think you learned your lesson and are much more vigilant—except you STILL end up getting recaptured! I can play villain and heroine so I'll be the gurl(s) tying and transporting you as well as your rescuer. I'd like my boy partner to come up with the reason why he's so popular among the Futa kidnapper community.

If you have another idea on how to play it, I'm all ears! I’m very open to ideas and love when my partner suggests how the story should go!

Other than that, huge bondage lover here, especially when it’s mansels-in-distress and the sexy, confident Futas who rescue their helpless butts! Also enjoy the dynamic of wanting to be submissive to your rescuer rather than simply taking the opportunity to rape you. Though a bit of reluctance or even dubcon is fine if that’s your kink :)

So be upfront about what you’re into, your favorite kinks, and how you’d like the story to go! I’m open for pic refs or descriptions for both characters.

Send a chat request. Hope to hear from you!

"Oh my God, can you SHUT THE FUCK UP?!", I scream from across the apartment, as you stomp into the kitchen from your bedroom. Your constant stream of angry cursing and insults comes to a stop as I turn around and meet your glare. We both stand there for a moment, the only thing separating us is the island counter that resides in the center of the space. I notice something twitch, and my eyes naturally follow to find a bulge growing in your skirt.

Giving you a look of disgust, I shake my head and scoff...

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Half an hour later, I'm screaming my head off in a completely different way. My knuckles turn white as I clutch at the couch cushions, my hips *slamming* back against your own. Your girlcock is swallowed by my bare cunt, the steady plap~ plap~ plap~ of our skin smacking filling our living room.

I bite down on the cushion as I feel my orgasm bubbling up, before I lift my head and groan, "Don't you dare! Cum inside...!"

I can feel your malicious grin as you grab my hips, even without seeing it, "Should've asked for a condom, you dumb slut..." Before I can stop you, you begin to thrust as fast and as hard as you can, pushing us both over the summit as our bodies twitch and spasm and quake...

Eventually, you collapse backwards, cock still rock hard. I feel your spunk drooling out of my pussy, as I turn to look at you, and I screech, "Jesus, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!"

Then, I pounce.

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Another hour later, my fingers are wrapped around your throat. My hips are bouncing up and down in your lap, my asshole spasming around your intruding shaft - you forced it into my ass about half an hour ago, and we just kept going. You reach up and grab my hair, yanking it hard enough to make me yelp and loosen my vice-like grip that was cutting off your air supply.

Pulling me down against you, your free hand wraps around and begins to ruthlessly, brutally deliver a round of spanks to my pale ass, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

In no time at all, my right asscheek is ruby red and stinging like mad. Without warning, you bite down on my shoulder, before forcing me onto my back. I'm made to fold in half as you grab me under my knees. Giving a couple of rough thrusts, you suddenly pull out and begin to cum all over my face - getting it on my glasses, in my hair, up my nose...

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Three hours later, I groan as I sit on your face. Grinding my cummy cunt against your lips, I lift your hips up high. Your cock slides down between my breasts as I use one hand to return the endless spankings you've given me tonight. My eyes glitter with malice as I get an idea, and spit directly on your asshole.

Once your cheeks are sufficiently beaten, I press my fingers against your puckered backdoor...

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Dawn trickles in through the blinds as you and I lay sprawled out across the living room, exhausted. We're both covered in scratches and bruises - handprints evident across our entire bodies. Both of us have a disheveled mess for hair, and cum is soaking into our couch, our chairs, and drying on the table...

Why were we fighting again?

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Hello, gooners and goonettes! I'm looking for someone to play out a horribly toxic dynamic with me. Who you are is up for discussion - just my roommate, my best friend, my sister, etc... However, what isn't up for discussion, is that you and I are the very definition of volatile. One moment, we're perfectly fine and civil; the next, we're screaming and fighting (and fucking like rabbits).

If this sounds fun, please hit me up so we can talk and hammer out the details! I'll probably ask to move to Discord pretty quick, as that's where I do all of my roleplaying.

Kinks) hate fucking, hair pulling, spanking, slapping, choking, breath play, facesitting, aggression, bitchiness, crossed lines, etc

You’ve been training for your whole life to fight demons. The hordes of Hell beat at the doors of civilization, and only the holy paladins of God can beat them back. You are one of the order’s youngest, overzealous and overeager to prove yourself on the battlefield.

Which is what’s brought you before me.

We succubi are perhaps Hell’s most dangerous agents. Our honeyed words worm into the mind as our foul magics warp the body, empowered by the captured souls of those we’ve seduced. Young paladins like yourself are untested, unhardened, and so are expressly warned not to engage with succubi.

Yet, when you find yourself alone, separated from your squad on the battlefield, you see a demon. You see red skin, a spaded tail, and curved horns, and you know it’s time to fulfill your holy duty. You chase me—or, perhaps, I lured you in—into a nearby cave, blade at the ready…

But I’m not there. With each step, armor clinking in the darkness, the darkness envelops you, until even the light of the entrance is consumed by it. And just when the thought to run enters your mind, you hear a voice. Mine.

“Well, you look just *delicious*~”

~~~~~

Hello everyone! I’m Sam, an experienced, detailed, literate roleplayer looking for a fun, sexy scene between a hung, lascivious dom succubus—me!—and the tight, subby twink of a paladin she will thoroughly enjoy—you!

I imagine your character being more of a twink—not a femboy, crucially. Masc presenting, but I’d like him to be pretty hairless, especially his butt and virgin hole. He could be more twunk-ish if you prefer, but the point here is that he’s a young man brought down low and fucked into this succubus’s futa-cock-loving hole. He’d start bratty, of course, defiant even in the face of my insurmountable power and irresistible cock. I’d love it if he were caged, too—call it a preemptive measure by the church to combat temptation.

My character will be just what you’re hoping for: tall, strong, red-skinned, curved-of-horn, and hung like a horse, with a long tongue to whisper false promises and loosen virgin boypussies.

I write in third person and am no stickler for length, although I insist on a paragraph minimum, preferably two or three. I match my partners, so whatever you’re comfortable with, so shall I. I roleplay here on Reddit, so if you’re interested, shoot me a DM with your kinks, limits, some ideas for your character, and the phrase “Mommy’s Boy” to prove you read this far.

Kinks: corruption, cnc, rimming, oral, anal creampie, mommy, daddy, breeding, chastity, exhibitionism, humiliation, religion play, hairless/waxed bottoms, pec play, nipple play, fingering, spanking, denigration

Limits: watersports, scat, gore, vomit

I hope to hear from you soon!

Hi hello~

Happy to post on here once more after years, to be indulging in fellow perverted fun~

To introduce myself, call me Fi, nice to meet you! I have 6 years of roleplay experoence but have been writing hobbystically for longer. I am genderfluid, flexoble and happy to play most characters, before they are molded, of course~

So, what even IS my idea? Well, as you may guess from my title, it's the idea that some people are SO powerful, SO charismatic and SO overwhelming that my character, or even reality itself, can do nothing to stop them.

I am PRIMARLY looking for femdom, but I'll happily take futanari as well~ As for the specifics, I AM LOOKING FOR AUTHORITY ABUSE. I want teachers, proffesors, parental or older sibling issues, want it to be more toxic that fucking Chernobyl~ Powerful politicians, CEOs', Crimelords, feudal lords, gods and divine beings, eldritch horrors, monsters and obsessive lovers...I want it all~

I am happy with all possible settings, but ones with huge power imbalances are my thing. Feudal or modern fantasy, Cyberpunk, corporate politics and so on.

World Of Darkness being my personal favourite, bonus points if you'd like that!

As for my limits, here you go:

Underage, scat, snuff, farting and gore.

Now, something nicer, my kinks!

Size difference, teasing, humiliation, femdom, futadom, large curves, controlling doms, OOC teasing, smothering, wedgies, facesitting, bully doms, attribute theft, transformation, shrinking, growth, tall doms, strong doms, oversexualization, lewd worldbuilding, creative partners, romance, affectionates, praise, degradation, corruption, angelic corruption, lewd drugs, genderbend, furry, futanari, hyper cocks (12 inches+), musk, sweat, mind control, hypnosis, powerplay, "X" Supremacy, rules, feminization, bimbofication, sph, punishments and more~

Hope to hear from you, my perverted dommes~