Things were going alright before we met. High school years spent on romance and fun times gave way to community college, soul-searching, and ultimately changing my career focus to something I enjoyed more. The thing is, I haven't been interested in getting in a relationship until I met you. It was a classic story - an ugly monster rose from the sea, I almost got smushed shoving a stranger out from under its foot, and you took notice before summarily executing the beast with your unmatched power. Names and numbers were quietly exchanged, both of us covered in green goop and in dire need of a bath, and one thing led to another....our first date was very traditional, a local bistro, you were under a thin disguise of course. A week later, we had a picnic on a Tibetan mountainside, no disguises needed. A month after that, we had wine and sex for the first time on the top of the Eiffel tower. The very top. You've dated guys before me...a lot of them run off when you spring on them that you're actually an individual of godly power who can shake the snow off of Mount Everest with a clap, and the handful of super-men you've been with were either intimidated by you or downright egotists, even if they're good at heart. But me? I have no issue being vulnerable towards you, in or out of the bedroom. I know I'm little more than warm putty in your hands, and I love it. After almost a year, we're just about in love. You're trying to get your team to agree to let me live with you in the tower, but for time being, you're spending a lot of nights in my apartment. You swing by every couple days or so to spend a night or two, I can always hear you coming by the heavy whoosh that shakes my bedroom window. And every time you let yourself in, there I am, ready for you. Perhaps it's dinner on the table, always something new and adventurous... on other, later nights, it's just me, ready to be handled by your elegant yet unthinkably strong hands. Or, perhaps tonight you're ready to loosen up, to let me hold those hands behind your back and take charge. Either way, one of us is getting pinned down and fucked silly.

Heya! This is a pretty open ended prompt I've had swimming around in the old noggin, and a fantasy I've vaguely derived from multiple different female superheroes that I either want to fuck or be fucked by. But in this case, I'd prefer that you play somebody unique, even if your powers are generic super strength invulnerability flight. I'm naturally dominant, but I'm a switch and find light femdom to be extremely arousing, so I would like to find somebody who's into both! Being held down and milked in an amazon position or flown into the air, held tight and jerked off in the night sky is as hot to me as being the one pulling your hair and smacking your ass. Something I'd also like to introduce later on in the rp is a state of full role reversal - you have a weakness, a material like kryptonite, the radiation of which temporarily strips you of your abilities. I wouldn't use this in any villainous way, but rather, you begin to trust me so deeply that we essentially use a sample of it like a sex toy. You never tire of dominating me, but you want to feel what it's like to be truly overpowered in the bedroom, and I'm the only person you would ever trust to do this with you.

So, there's still plenty to go over, like the specifics of our characters, our relationship, your powers, and any other fantasies we want to play with. I'm fine with using reddit messages(not chat, because it doesn't reliably notify me to messages), but I do have discord and would like to use that if you're comfortable! DM me with something interesting in the header to let me know you've read this far, tell me about your kinks and what you're looking for in the rp, and let us commence<3