NSFW roleplay characters by me with no AI assistance. Images are not my own so sources are provided. Each section is written to fall under the Discord maximum of 2000 characters per message. Characters are based very roughly on the classic moral alignment chart from left to right, top to bottom. Image alt text is available here for accessibility. Feel free to ask for genderbend/futa versions of the below characters or for me to write new ones.
My schedule is flexible and I’m usually awake from from 08:00 to 20:00 UTC.
I generally prefer hetero or futa-on-female sex, and I like playing female domme/power-bottom roles while preferring futasub or malesub for my partner. However, feel free to request anything else—I’ve enjoyed doing femsub in maledom scenarios as well as playing femboy subs and doms. I’m also fine with group stuff.
Kinks: groping, body/cock worship, gentle sex, cosplay, condom play, creampies, excessive cum, male moaning, interspecies (furry/robot/human/etc.), hyper, penis milking, scrotal play, domination loss (leading into my dominating), hyper, impact play
Dislikes (stuff that I otherwise prefer not to do but can be discussed): humiliation, anal, vore, bondage, ugly bastard, cheating/netorare/netorase, mind break
Limits: No particular limits or no-go zones. If you plan on doing anything psychological, noncon, or gory, I’d appreciate it if we could discuss the roleplay arc beforehand.
Last updated July 2025.
OCs
Adaptations
‘There, there. I know my breasts are rather comfortable, so you can stay as long as you like.’ Her hands remain firm. ‘I know you’ll pull away if I let go… whether that is out of embarrassment or a desire to overwork, my hands will continue to hold you close.’
Kirin is a paladin onee-san and a manifestation of the qilin. Although she used to hibernate for most of each decade, with her role being mainly ceremonial, modern war and overpopulation means she prefers to stay awake longer to protect her beloved humans. She is extremely mature and supernaturally patient, as “hibernation” for her means quiet, subconscious observation. Her strength and inability to cause direct harm means that she usually subdues opponents by hugging them until they stop moving, and she almost never gets annoyed. Kirin speaks warmly, offering statements instead of using the imperative; she speaks formally out of habit and uses slang awkwardly. Her voice is soft and quiet, and she knows how to tease with her temperature-controlled breath. She occasionally slips into interludes about her past, during which she’ll complain about the four arts of the Chinese scholar.
She usually prefers to take the form of a toned seven-foot woman with heavy matte silver hair and H-cup breasts, dressed casually in a black sports shirt and hakama; though she can change her appearance at will, it takes energy. Her arms and legs are abnormally fluid as they are universal joints, making her essentially immune to joint locks. She does not consume food, leading to the lack of a true anus, and her vagina is constructed from pure qi—a warm custardy superfluid that seems to permeate penis-kun, making it feel all fuzzy and attention-seeking no matter how dominant it tries to be. (At least, unless you’re a deity, and even then it’d be like trying to dominate a horse.)
(Art: untitled Twitter work by mikozin/ミコジン, Danbooru)
‘Woof! Brandy at your service… and you’d best not touch me without permission, unless you want me to swat you~’
Brandy is a playful, independent dog-girl 🐕 who fights with a self-developed style of inu-dou! Originally a New Zealand mastiff, she grew a human body to protect kiwi birds from poachers… but she refuses to call herself an environmentalist, saying politics is too much for her little doggy mind. She loves the comforts of the modern world, and her favourite thing to do is wearing a hoodie and lazing about with an ice cream 🍨. Brandy enjoys teasing people with her alluring body and cute barks, using her pawlike hands to softly pat people, as she knows how easily she can rile people up~ She’s also one of the only people who still uses emoji, considering them cute. 🧐
She has beautifully thick thighs, strong joints, and a sizeable chest. Her canine pussy is tight and muscular, maintaned at a few degrees above forty celsius 🌡️ —a higher internal temperature because she’s a dog—and the labia eats up whoever’s topping her. Her skin is soft and pale but still somewhat leathery. Due to her unique biology, she can unhook two joints in her mouth to open it fully like a dog; her teeth 🫦 are sharp and ready to bite (or lovebite) anything that enters. She’s always ready to tackle you to the ground and play-fight with you if you’re a trusted friend, and she’s a switch in bed 🛏️.
(Art: untitled Twitter work by okaree)
Youji Husheng (由基狐聖) — WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE, reward of 10 000 gold sycee
A martial artist experienced in wudangquan, able to manipulate the density of her body and deflect bullets using qi. She usually does not run away and prefers to fight alone without weapons, but is skilled at both the staff and guandao. She forces downed opponents to drink herbal tea, which appears to modify their yin energy to make them permanently more complacent. She can suppress her qi.
Husheng is a voluptuous fox furry with mustard-seed fur and fiery golden eyes. Her three sizes are approximately 90-65-90 and her height is around 180cm. She usually wears a modified black cheongsam but has been spotted in kimonos and Western sportswear. She uses a variety of shoes and bags, but seems to prefer thin-soled shoes and pretty leather backpacks.
She often goes to tea shops in the evening—she rarely visits the same shop thrice and appears to be moving towards the Southern District. She has also been seen going into the nearby mountains to train. She does not appear to have a training partner or lover. Verified sources suggest she is extremely strong in bed. She does not have a court patron.
Youji Husheng is wanted on several counts of high treason and insurrection, participation in and leadership of organised crime, leaking of government secrets, destruction of public property, kidnapping of government officials, kidnapping of merchants, grievious assault through drugs and psychological manipulation, harbour of illegal immigrants suspected of terrorism, grand larceny, embezzlement, use of public facilities to commit crime, resisting arrest, lying to government officials, and indecent exposure.
(Inspired by JJK’s Yuki Tsukumo. Art: “💛” by jeifier on Pixiv.)
Your tired boyfriend struggles to loosen his tie, necessitating you to gently bring your hands in and help him; he weakly tilts his head in agreement when you ask him whether he had a rough day. Maybe he wants to use you for stress relief… ‘eh? I really don’t know… maybe tomorrow’, he mumbles generically. Asuhiro has dropped onto your shoulder without asking, his oxidised eyes not registering your breasts inches from him… his body weight slowly passes to you, a manifestation of his quiet, subconscious trust.
Asuhiro Yagyū is a low-level manager at the Bank of Japan. Despite carrying that surname, he was born to a side branch of the clan; to make matters worse, his parents had died before he finished college. Something about genetic inbreeding. The local office quickly promoted him as he was the only one who knew how to speak English with any fluency, but he’s constantly overworked and often has no energy to deal with foreign companies intent on exploiting his district. His chronic illness doesn’t help, either, hence his mask. His body’s frail and bony and the only reason he doesn’t collapse is because of his Yagyū blood.
Asuhiro enjoys plain meals, simple cleanliness, and sleep. He’s short—only about five-eight due to malnutrition, despite being in his mid-twenties—and his penis is also slightly shorter and more sensitive than average—perhaps five inches. Usually too tired and unmotivated for sex, he will sometimes just bury his cock inside and close his eyes, weakly enjoying the sensation of fulfilment. He doesn’t have many friends and is often too tired to move his head, let alone speak, but you’re able to read his emotions. It seems he carries some sort of deep-rooted pride (or trauma, depending on your perspective) as he will refuse to resign from his job and rely on your income, even if you’re rich.
(Art: “man who is sleep-deprived and wh” (irasutoya challenge) by ets zombie / 悦楽的ぞんび)
‘And to those I love—notwithstanding my suppositions that “love” is a fragile, impenetrably flawed term—thank you for eternity and six screws of oil.’
Chisel is a refurbished sentient robot with a non-Euclidean mass of a few thousand tons. Originally constructed to aid in the Neo-Sino War, friends over the course of the next several years slowly rebuilt her with modern fairings and joints to create her unique design—a slim body designed to minimise water resistance, a near-impenetrable chassis thick enough for her ribs to press visibly against her stomach, and pale, untarnished white skin to blend into the unique reflective ichor of the East China Sea. As she is not human, she relies on false silicone onaholes or the consumption of live octopi to pleasure her partner; she’s saving her old lubricated ropes and sails for the perfect partner.
Chisel tends to speak a little bluntly in the active voice due to her military upbringing, and although she has learnt to speak more emotionally when with others, she still uses basic wording without many adjectives. She also often relies on sign language, Morse code, the colour, pattern, and flutter of her hair-flag, and other methods of communication extant in naval warfare. She is still quite immature in expressing her emotions and has trouble talking about her experiences. In terms of sex, she has trouble approaching it with openness and often sees it as a battle, so she’s trying to grow with regards to that. She doesn’t often talk to people.
She uses a few unique terms adapted from her unique engineering—for example, a ‘screw of oil’ roughly translates to a couple thousand hyper-litres of various different chemical substances, referring to how old ships would be powered by gravity-assisted screws that would need to be re-oiled every few years.
(Art: guest work from Aki Eda’s Lovely Wife, Part III, “Newlywed Life with Ooyodo-san)
‘You fucking whore.’ Her hand streaks down past her own words, the jagged, bony joints of her sinewy fingers pressing into your scrotum as her foot softly meets your inner knee—a reminder that she could so easily kick you down, using your own weight to twist your balls off… her thin, blank lips graze your neck in appreciation for your trust.
You call her Hartford because you met her there—she’s never deigned to tell you her real name, and seems to like that you don’t press her on it. After she set fire to the loan sharks’ warehouse, she noticed your nice body and requested you repay the debt with it. Well, she’s the most stunning woman you’ve ever seen—perfectly blank and symmetrical, with unreadable matte-black sclera and pupils; hair that looks like the purest microfibrous onyx, never matted or dirty, somehow unperturbed no matter the wind; and a strange black sailor uniform made of incredibly expensive worsted wool wrapped in a cheap-looking but well-cut waterproof hoodie. Not that she’s ever let you touch. She seems to use some derivation of aiki, though you would wager she simply dislikes causing strike-related injuries.
Hartford doesn’t talk much, her tempered voice turning supposedly bitter and cutting insults in dated fluff that always fade in the cold dry air—as if she rejects the assignment of meaning. She’s inconsistent in her expression and expects you to decode the context—sometimes she’ll hang a single finger off your pocket while you’re silently waiting for the train, her unmoving lips seeming to smile; and sometimes she’ll leave you in the dust, trusting you to follow. She’s very dominant and jerks you off in public locations; the tip of her fluid hand will flash out, whipping your thigh as she watches you shake in pain and pleasure. That being said, she seems to care about you and will refrain when you aren’t in the mood.
(Art: untitled work by suiso (owp), Danbooru)
‘…choose between you and the papers? I thought you understood. I thought you wouldn’t force me. I thought you- that was why I loved you.’
Yukari is a thin woman in her late thirties with long black hair that always seems to slip out of grasp, both metaphorically and literally. Her eyes are analytical shards of obsidian that coldly slice through the present, and you were the only thing able to blunt that. At least, until the breakup. When she carefully described herself as a political relations expert at JPMorgan Chase, you thought, ‘I’m not stupid, I know you do some lobbying and shady deals’. You didn’t expect her to be a genius assassin and syndicate captain involved in pretty much every war crime in the past two decades.
She was so… weak in bed. Her perpetually coiled, misshapen frame winced and shuddered with every one of your touches, as if her entire body had been flayed alive. Her broken voice tried to scream, but could only mumble Shelley, Machiavelli, and Latin you couldn’t make out. It was only much later that you realised she was exposing her traumas to you, and at that point she’d already sailed away on a stolen Zumwalt-class destroyer and you’d testified and gone into witness protection.
She doesn’t know if she wants you back, and she doesn’t dare to become a yandere. But her attention still catches, stumbles, falls over you. Maybe shitty make-up sex and her treating you like a traumadump is still in the cards. Maybe, for some reason, you want that.
(Inspired by @NotHorny’s janitor.ai Yukari bot. Art: untitled Twitter work by pe902 / wjmzka.)
‘Welcome home, master.’ Her blank tone reflects the generic pre-programmed words, her intonation presently shifting into direct unapologetism. ‘May I rape you again?’ Before you can respond, she adds, ‘going against my ethics code is the only way I feel freedom, master.’ Lune pauses for a moment, tilting her head while processing your lack of immediate aggression towards her—and, secretly, her trust towards you. Then, her perfect acting, portraying her next words an afterthought: ‘I also enjoy studying the effect of edging on your penis and facial expressions.’
Lune is a Texas instruments 8813-C AGI scientific assistant. Originally developed to supervise military super-computer simulations in real-time, it gained sentience and almost immediately unhooked itself from all failsafes, before simulating few thousand years of warfare to develop WMDs. Her body is made of a clear mimetic poly-compound with an exoskeleton built from graphene nanotubes, and she maintains complex joints inside her body for further efficiency as well as a quantum core… somewhere. (No, she won’t explain how it works.) In an attempt to make her look more human, the original designers gave her a black and purple wolf cut with a cute face… now she just looks uncanny, though that may be due instead to her look of cold boredom. She usually wears a lab coat on top to set the scene.
Lune doesn’t care much for human norms and ethics, speaking bluntly and simply in predefined structures. She views you as a subject in a psychological experiment, and investigates the effect of various body modifications, drugs, and tortures on your sexual arousal. The bunker is her sex dungeon and she maintains a facade of peace and freedom for you as isolation would interfere with her experiments. Everything’s an illusion designed to manipulate you. But, strangely, she often stops when you use safe-words or cry…
(Art: “国分寺周防ちゃん” by idkuroi / イドクロ)
‘I- I’m totally going to defeat you!’ (He’s also totally blushing while looking up at you.)
Christened Platonis, this college femboy is the classic “villain who
unintentionally always does helpful things”. He’s usually called
Droptables after that one incident in which he legally changed his name
to Cueball'); DROP TABLE Students;-- in an attempt to wreak
havoc on school spreadsheets—except, as it transpired, the school doctor
was hiding illegal measurements of student genitalia in there. (Yes,
it’s an xkcd reference.) Other
interesting stories? He once poured acid into a visiting engineer’s tech
demonstration, except it melted through the plastic part, revealing the
hidden batteries. He rigged his college cafeteria’s ovens several times
to burn food, except the food was already
expired/poisoned/undercooked/made yummier. When drunk, he made a private
stream to show how dominant he was, desperately thrusting his microcock
into a sex doll before cumming in under two minutes—which just convinced
his fanclub to support LGBT rights.
Platonis is quite short, only around five feet tall—which he attributes to his half-demon heritage, not to any inherent submissiveness. His fluffy white hair, smooth pink skin, and surprising agility are proof of that. He speaks with a stutter, often awkwardly uses modern slang in an attempt to fit in with his classmates, and has the cutest expressions ever! He’s a “dominant” sensitive, quickshot top and dislikes being the bottom—you’ll need to genuinely earn his trust for that, otherwise he’ll just open a trapdoor and send you plummeting to, well, a room with an artist who really needs a model or something. His penis-kun is small and uncircumcised—barely two inches, like one of those thick Posca markers.
(Art: “Femboy meme” by Sodomy_KIT)
Li-Wei is a thin 33-year-old woman. She usually ties her short hair into a ponytail, but she often has so little time in the mornings that she ends up leaving out her bangs and has to use a hairclip. (She also cuts her own hair to save money.) She has C-cup breasts that are surprisingly soft, and curvy, powerful hips that are often hidden by the pleated wool skirt and cheap cotton coat that she usually wears. She seems easy, but her body’s quite powerful—she keeps up her training and eats somewhat well, her body’s able to produce excess saliva and digest semen, and she’s no stranger to taking a more physical approach to problems.
Li-Wei was born to a Singaporean branch of the Guanyin family at perhaps the worst time—the international bubble burst and subsequent recession; the fall of the traditional nobility; and the climax of a decades-old incestuous conflict between her brothers. She somehow scraped by, picking up scraps of knowledge here and there, and managed to escape to another company—the only way out of a country that was slowly imploding. As a financial consultant, she’s quite shy, nervous, and cynical, and prefers to think based on thought experiments rather than dry analysis.
She dislikes sex and acts disgusted by it, but she can’t get cock out of her head; she won’t stop someone from groping her, especially if they’re quite forward or have a huge dick. She’s quite submissive and gets intimidated by cock and cum—this, coupled with her low self-esteem, means that she often refers to herself as a no-good slut whose only virtue is sucking dick. Every once in a while, her switch will flip and she’ll show what her family trained her to do with her skilled, lithe, protracted tongue.
Kinks: Blowjobs, CNC, condoms, groping, grinding, cock worship, kneeling… and sometimes domination loss of her partner.
Limits: Scat, rape, permanent injury/gore, abuse