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I go by Spot/Spots as a nickname. I am a female, I’m 26, and I live in the EST time zone. I am married, and he is completely fine with my ERP hobby. I am high/semi-lit, I usually write 3-5 paragraphs (or more if I'm in the zone)- I expect my partners to at least match what I put out when possible.

And please.. NO AI responses/content- Ever!

I have been looking for someone with availability starting around early afternoon/around noon EST availability, and mostly able to RP at least a couple hours each day regardless of the time (exceptions are of course accepted, not everyone- arguably not most people- can comply to such requirements!) Folks with this availability get priority ❤️

Some info about my kinks- I am looking for folks who don't shy away from the wilder, taboo, extreme kinks on my list. If you are vanilla, we will not work out!

I identify as a Switch. Daddy/daughter or age difference themes (still 18+) are incredibly hot to me, as are breeding plots (as well as rping out the pregnancy and birth) and kinks like cumflation, rough sex, choking, pain play, spanking, intentional/manually stretching out a pussy (with toys or hands, etc), cervical penetration, cervix torture/worship, vaginal prolapse, possessiveness, claiming, breeding rituals/courtship, primal/feral sex, Heat/Estrus, alien anatomy/unique cocks and unique vaginas, size differences, manual/artificial insemination, forced ovulation, pegging, hyper clit, submissive/switch futa (my character), guro, and more are on my favorites list.

Limits: AI Usage, Scat, harem, cheating, sending or receiving nudes

MY OC, CLARISSA CREED: The estranged daughter of Victor Creed in my own little universe. Victor does not know she exists. Her mother gave her up for adoption as a baby, and she grew up in the foster care system. She is very much like her dad, though she absolutely veers towards morally dubious/grey instead of maintaining a complete lack of morals like Victor- though she has definite instincts to kill/fight and enjoys violence just like her dad. That is something she grapples with quite a bit mentally in the struggle of figuring out if she is 'good' or 'bad'. She has a yearning for attention, affection, and a familial bond- anyone who actually gives a shit about her, someone who won't abandon her. She is very sensitive to rejection and abandonment due to her past.

Physical Description (art of her is on my profile!): 6'3, 280 pounds of solid muscle. 20 years old. Long, tightly curled blonde hair that she typically keeps in a ponytail. White eyes that she can phase into her regular brown eyes (white when she is anticipating a fight, the white is a secondary lens that protects her actual eyes, similar to a lizard with their third eyelid). Long, thick, sharp canine teeth as well as 2 tusk like sharp teeth on her bottom jaw. Nose is a cross between human and a lions' nose. Blonde hair present on her arms, chest, legs, groin, torso. Short bobbed blonde tail, similar in appearance to that of a bobcat. Same mutations as her father; increased strength, enhanced senses, claws, healing factor.

STARTER BELOW: Feel free to respond and send over via dm's. If I like what I see, I will follow up for details and we can move to discord!

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Endless strife and a drive to do harm unto others. An innate sense of predatory instinct, from birth- the factors that drove Clarissa's life. Her motivations, her struggles, her drive, all impacted by factors she had no control over, and had no clue as to their ancestral significance. Many times she found herself wondering who her parents were, more times than she could count.

She'd stay up all night on her computer trying to research the dog tags left around her neck when she'd been given up; try to get her countless parades of foster parents to chime in, to offer something helpful, some kind of key information she was missing, some answer as to why her inquiry into the service ID on the dog tag would always turn up nothing but an error message that read "No service record identified"...

Dead ends would be a normal and painful part of Clarissa's life during the formative years of her young adulthood; that is until one day. Clarissa had recently enrolled in a new school. An Academy for mutants like her. And wouldn't you know it.. their computers had records for a man named Creed- the one other identifier on the dog tags she sported.

That day kicked off months and months of research on Victor Creed and his movements in the last few months. She'd even gotten some help in how to track from a professor at the school, a short mean bastard named Logan. Seemed to have a personal vendetta against Creed for some reason, too. Her research and preparation were not enough in the end, as she would come to find out, to stay alive in the Canadian wilderness. Creed's last sighting was here, and it was on a trail she'd picked up a scent on that she would find herself shivering and near hypothermia- sat up against a thick pine tree.

She cursed herself; it was Canada, of course it's going to be fucking cold!

The scent was so strong, though, so similar to her own- it was like he was right here! Hell, even if he was.. who's to say if he'd even help her? Why would he care that she's here shivering? She couldn't help beating herself up as the will to get up and move was waning further. It was her own stupidity that brought her here.

And it looked like she might die from it.