Prologue:
The year 2081 was a year truly like no-other. Infrastructure failure on a scale unseen in history, political systems falling to ashes, entire militaries laying their ranks aside and taking their arms for themselves. And they asked 'how'??? For not a bullet was fired, no bombs dropped, no no… this collapse was one of apathy, born of chaos. Turns out humans connected to so much information for such a long time, enduring the assault of goon content and sexy eThots for so long, reading, writing and consuming porn on an unprecedented scale, would inevitably meet a breaking point. Their attention spans ground to dust and their presidents and leaders literally leaving office on TV saying things like "I really don't give af anymore- 我不知道也不在乎- к черту всю эту чушь, мне плевать - “ and walking out. It was a free for all. Even Waffle House closed down.

Bloody and boring decades have passed since then, and its hard to tell what year it really is anymore. Gangs and raiding parties rose to prominence, then fell into obscurity the week after. Eventually, a young man would push through the nihilism, and bring a new tyranny to this earth. His name was Danny, or something like that, and he came across a trove of ancient archived tweets from the before-times in a cum-stained time capsule buried beneath a dilapidated single bedroom apartment; he had found this codex of sorts, detailing the endeavor of the Chad and the short kings they tormented. Every saved incel chat made available, and all the colored pills needed to drive a man insane. In a state of rage and denial, Daniel something’s heart grew cold, his stature painfully average, his jawline too smooth, his eyes finally open for the first time. "I can’t… I've done the math... this can't be right. This isn't fair!!! I'm a SUB-5 male?!? Nooooo!... It can't be..." But it was... It did be… And from that day, he gathered an army of beastly men together- the Icks- as he called them. And a mask lay over his face, crowned above all on a disproportionately higher chair than most other's: The Short King. He would punish women, men, and NB’s alike for their insolence; just looking upon him at any angle less than a flat 90 degrees was considered a 'height-crime' of the greatest measure. In his layer, full of tubes and many machines that went beep boop and blip blip bzzzt, he would warp his victims, his slaves, to become harbingers of his wrath, or be warped into total bimbos too dumb to run away.

Fast forward to where we are now:
At the top of an old news press, windows boarded up, an old mahogany desk in one corner. Love S.O.S by Justice from their Grammy winning album, Woman World Wide, played on a Bluetooth speaker next to a dead vape pen on the desk. Standing by the window, a figure looked through the cracks at the wasteland surrounding. In his sexy leather pants, accentuating his muscular gorgeous ass, "Loverboy" emblazoned on his right butt cheek in hot-pink letters, stood steadfast the town hero. He adjusted his black captain's hat and breathed a long drawn out exhale. Smoke escaped past his lip and septum piercings, rising over his heavily shadowed eyes, and up through his jet black bangs.

A discord notif sounded in his skin tight thigh pocket, a message from the nearest survivor refuge "Help us Loverboy! You're our only hope!"

Loverboy turned to his desk, contemplating his next move. He rubbed his face with his fingerless gloves, and then tapped his phone closed. “There wasn’t supposed to be another attack… not this soon. He’s getting stronger.” He pondered aloud to himself. After all, he never meant to be a hero. Only love was his purpose. After a long drawn out moment and a sigh, he pressed a secret button on the underside of the desk and the top popped open like one big jewelry box. Inside, surrounded in pink velvet, he grabbed a bedazzled pistol with the words "Cupid's Glock" etched into the steel of its barrel. Then in a flash, Loverboy stole away into the neon lights outside through the shutters of the news press.

The Bluetooth speaker on the desk continued "L.O.V.E.S.O.S.-Love- L.O.V.E.S.O.S.-Love- L.O.V.E.S.O.S.-Love-"

-blip-

"Disconnected...Pairing mode"

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What I’m looking for in this RP:
So this one will be a bit different from my other prompt. There will be varying amounts of cheesy lines, villains that are difficult to take seriously, it will all hopefully be pretty light-hearted. I'll need a lady that can fill an action hero type roll, but you’ll need to be into ugly-bastards and bi male/ bi female sex scenes. So switches will probably enjoy this most. I’ll be playing as a GM here building the world around your character, and writing for the story’s main NPC companion Loverboy. If you have world building suggestions, specific kinks, or scenarios you'd like to incorporate, I'd be happy to talk about it ooc. As for intros, I plan for our characters to meet up at the survivor camp during an encounter with the Icks.

Roleplay Style:
I typically respond daily, and I like to write around 2 paragraphs/8-9 sentences per response. I roleplay in 3rd/2nd person as a GM, but if you are tied to only writing 1st person than I can write through Loverboy as 1st person POV in response. Outside of Reddit DM's, I prefer to have a Reddit chat to workshop the RP ooc.

Kinks for this RP:
gangbangs, size tf, ugly bastard, large insertion, shiny latex outfits, anal, messy sex, messy blowjobs, hucow, bimbofication, muscular ladies, bondage, non con, dub con, cumflation, monster x human, excessive amounts of cum,

Limits:
blood, smegma, toilet, feet, age-play

For a more extensive list of my kinks/limits, feel free to check here.

If interested, please DM me with your kinks, limits, and a description of your character. Preference to those that provide a 2 paragraph writing sample.