Please be as honest as possible! I want to make this prompt enjoyable within its niche. I'm trying to write a boxing-based prompt that attracts women or people who play as women.
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Please bring good grammar and at least one enjoyable idea for us to play with! Don't message me wanting to start right away; I want to talk through the story and ideas before we start playing. All players and characters must be 18+!

Hello sweethearts! I hope you all are doing well tonight. I like roleplaying fighting prompts, and I have a prompt I'd like to play out with a willing partner! People playing female characters come to the front of the line, but I'm open for any fun idea.

I've been so proud of you, my baby, for rising the ranks as a boxer and even becoming a champion. I've always wondered, though...could you knock me out, since I am (or used to be) the Female Boxing Topless Champion? Or, as soon as I put on the gloves, would you get too flustered, and I do the unthinkable?

Or, we can do the opposite scenario, where my partner (any gender) thinks that they have the strength to knock their champion Momma out. Would you be able to do that, knock me out and make me stare at the lights, my nipples harder than diamonds? Or would you go down by my hand, and soak your panties or pitch a tent?

Another fun scenario would be me against your girlfriend, over some imagined or real slight. Would she knock me out and embarrass me? Would I knock her out and steal your heart? Would you be in one corner while your heart is in the other?

How would you feel after the fight, in either outcome? How would your lover feel - unless I'm your lover? How does our sparring session change our relationship? How would you want it to affect our relationship and our lives?

Finally, I can also just play as a general female boxing champion, preferably a celebrity, and you can play my lover or rivals. This is the most open ended prompt, and I'm open to any direction you wanna take it!

I love to create fun ideas and sexy worlds, and I hope to do that with someone. I'm open to hearing your thoughts on my prompt and any variations. I can play as your mother, stepmother, general "Mommy," or anything related.

My kinks include romance, caring, soft domination, power shifting, being proud of each other, femdom, competition, sports, body worship, and more. My limits include scat, snuff, anal, and bathroom play.

Matt always loved the holidays. He had many family traditions including always being involved in the church Christmas pageant, and going to Christmas tree farms to pick out the perfect one and baking mountains of goodies for an annual holiday open house party. He wished he had a date to bring to one of these but it just never worked out that way. It was December 1. All the stores have Christmas music playing, the air is bitter cold, but everyone is excited for snow. Peppermint, cocoa, cinnamon, fill the air and Santas are all around seeking donations.

This year Matt decided to do something different. Rather than just buying gift cards for most people he decided to find a personal shopper and try out that service. He insisted on going and searching for all the presents for his family.

Matt and Holly's day was going even better than expected. They found recipe books and shiny metal measuring cups for his friend who loved baking. They found some rare records for his friend with the fantastic analog vintage taste. They found puzzles and a romance novel for his mother. They found ear-rings for Matt's sister and they found the perfect action figure for Matt's brother after consulting both Google and the store owner with multiple questions of "What was this one again?"

Now Holly and Matt were sitting together in a diner with hot chocolate for Holly and apple cider for Matt. They found peppermint chocolate chip cookies. Blue Christmas by Elvis Presley was playing on the jukebox.

"You know, Matt, I find it a little odd that you wanted to join me for your Christmas shopping. Most people who use personal shopping for the holidays are either workaholics who don't have the time, or people who just buy presents because they're "supposed to'

"Well, Holly, I had an excellent productive day with you. I think there is a perfect present for everyone it's just that I can't see it. Besides I like the thrill of the chase" he said in his worst crocodile hunter Steve Irwin accent.

"And did we find everything, did we bag all the trophies?"

"Yup that's everyone, wish I had a girlfriend to buy for, but that's probably just the twenty Hallmark Christmas movies talking" Matt bit his tongue, he was always over-sharing.

They paid for the meal and Matt was just double checking the bags when Holly whispered flirtatiously "Well, it's early, the day is not over yet."

just a slice of life scene, can either treat it as a one night stand or have an advent calendar full of adventures for this Christmas couple. I purposely left out a character description so you can picture her however you like.

description: Matt is 5 feet 10, brown curly hair, full beard,hazel eyes. He is not too muscled but not weak, weighs around 230 lbs, has no tattoos or piercings. In the way he dresses he's your typical preppy person, khakis and button down shirts and sweaters.

Kinks: flirting!, kissing! dirty talk, mutual touching, mutual oral, romance!

limits: incest, gore, scat, water sports

So I posted this and got one response, but always looking for suggestions to improve!

Okay, here's my update. I'm pretty happy with how this turned out and think it's much stronger than the previous entry. Do folks have any further thoughts for how to improve this?

He hadn't originally planned for the party to take a spin like this, but as the bottle rotated he couldn't say he was disappointed. Austin was your typical Pacific Northwest dude. Hiking on weekends, tech worker, and loved socializing and making connections. He functioned like glue between many of his different friend groups, and this party had a hodge-podge from a number of different circles he'd connected to. He'd been bouncing around all night, making sure that everyone had drinks if they needed 'em, had people to talk to, and were just all around having a good time.

Of course, at this point, most of the attendees had left, leaving just six of them. He wasn't sure how the topic of playing such a childish game had been brought up and started, but even so he looked around at the other attendees and was getting excited about who the bottle might land on...

Rowan was equally excited about the possibilities. He'd actually arrived a bit late (there was another party he was coming from) and was disappointed that the party had started to die down without his presence. He kept getting into conversations that were dying out, or catching people just as they were leaving, but he wasn't going to let his good time end just because a few people had work in the morning.

So he took it upon himself to catch the last few folks and let them know they were going to play a game. Now, he may have not specified exactly what the game would be, but once the bottle started spinning everyone sat, watching, waiting to see who the first victim would be...

Desmond had been planning on leaving when he got roped into the game. He and Austin had been good friends for some time, Desmond being the introvert adopted by the extrovert, and he'd been trying to socialize with folks all night (and Austin had been kind enough to help introduce him to folks) but somehow he'd always felt a little left out. People always seemed to speak before he got a word in, and he was left listening to others talk around him.

He was too embarrassed to admit it, but Desmond had a secret. Most of the night, he'd been looking at all the partygoers and imagining what kinds of perverted acts they might get up to... Maybe they'd sneak off to the bathroom and have to keep quiet so no one catches them... Maybe one of them was secretly wearing a vibrator, and they'd give him the controls when no one was looking... Some of them might be much less shy, wanting to bare it all in front of all the other partygoers... Desmond wanted to indulge, and the game would be a great excuse.

So the only question left is, who are the other three characters the bottle might land on?

Hey horny people, I'm looking for some one who's just as excited about group play as I am to do a scene involving multiple people playing spin the bottle. For a starting point, I'd like us to develop each character (3 each) and give them a relationship with the other players. They could have a crush on one, and despise another? Perhaps they're coworkers, family members, or strangers? Maybe there's even a boss-employee relationship... I want each relationship to bring out complex feelings when they play.

And then, when we roleplay, I want to actually roll the dice on who lands on who, so neither of us knows exactly how the game will play! And, each round, we'll increase the stakes... Start with kissing, moving on to removing clothes, and ending with 7 minutes in heaven where anything can happen behind closed doors...

Primary kinks are: Group play, exhibition, breeding and cheating

Limits: Scat, noncon, gore

More info here.

Please respond with your kinks/limits, what you'd be excited for WRT this roleplay, and characters you'd like to bring to the mix as well as what you imagine their relationship is with each of these three characters. I like femme folk of all kinds, so I appreciate variety the most :)

Being a priest for an adventuring party, they said, was a respectable choice. You show off the power of your deity, encouraging the devout and terrifying the enemies of faith. You put the tenets of your creed into practice, demonstrating how it needs to be done. You vanquish monsters preying on your flock and take part in adventures that minstrels will sing about for years.

This was why you left behind dusty cells, holy books to copy, the smell of incense, and even a small but faithful flock. Along with your party, you walked the open road. You saw dark forests crawling with monstrous spiders, abandoned necropolises filled with the smell of rot, passages of the Underdark lit up by alien flora and mountainous vistas where no human had set foot in years.

It would be a perfect life, if not for your visits to the city.

See, your trusted teammates and flock like to celebrate their victory. And their idea of a successful celebration is nearly always sex. As soon as they cross the city gates, they scatter like cats when you leave the back door open. You don't see them for days, sometimes even weeks. And somehow, they always manage to get in trouble.

See Osric, the lithe thief with messy hair who doesn't look half-bad in his leather armor? You have no idea what draws him to married women that much. Wherever you go, angry husbands and fiancees follow. It's bad enough if he sleeps with the wife of some hot-tempered laborer, but when nobility gets involved, it's hard to resolve peacefully.

See Tectus, the muscular paladin in his shiny armor, his golden locks flowing on his shoulders? He was schooled by his order on how to see through lies, but when women are involved, he becomes naive like a child. There's no sob story he won't believe in, no cheap whore who won't convince him he's that close to rescuing her, no villain to whom he won't divulge any secret as long as she has nice ass and tits. You rescued him after he almost died from a succubus' kiss, you watched him get seduced by a robber who later stole his purse, and you prevented him from walking out with two vampires under his tow.

See Ephialtes, the tall mage with a goatee, wearing a richly adorned robe? He's the one who summoned the succubus. Apparently, when you spend half of your life as an apprentice to some old mage, talking to a nice, willing girl or marrying seems impossible. Much easier to summon a horrible incarnation of lust from the Lower Planes and muck up the binding circle at the mere sight of a naked breast.

"It doesn't work like this," he explained to you once when you gathered around a fire. "I can't just find a girlfriend or a wife, not when I'm traveling constantly."

"And we spend weeks, months in the wilderness," Osric added. "At some point, even trees and rocks look sexy."

"Just masturbate in the tent," Ephialtes shrugged.

"Thanks, genius. I knew the years you spent hitting the books amounted to something," Osric said.

Tectus winced. "I'm sleeping in this tent, too. I'd rather you don't pet your myconid there, thank you very much."

"The point is," Osric continued, "we have needs. You don't milk a cow; it will moo. And eventually, it will need a good milking, or its udders will get inflamed."

"Can you not make me a cow?" Tectus said. "I'd rather be a bull."

Ephialtes sighed. "The entire analogy gets stupid with a bull."

"I wish we could take some nice-looking women along," Tectus gazed at the fireplace, smiling dreamily. "Women we could fuck whenever we're horny. Fuck it, even one woman. I don't mind sharing that much."

"Yeah, good luck convincing-" Osric froze, suddenly getting struck with an idea.

Suddenly, you realize everyone is looking at you.

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This is how it started—with an idea thought up by three sex-starved party members. You had spent six months as their teammate, fighting with them, healing their wounds, giving them advice, and spreading the holy word to them. Now, you also take care of their sexual needs, and it's a challenge. They aren't the kind of people who can be satisfied with a quick handjob.

Sometimes, it's one after another. Sometimes, it's all three of them at once. Often, you end up sore, their cum dripping off your body, your clothes wrinkled or torn. You can't help but wonder if this doesn't conflict with your role as their shepherd and teammate or if they can pray with and listen to someone whom they just took like a common whore.

Your character can be every kind of a priest. She could be a sweet, innocent nun who got more than she bargained for or an experienced matron who just shrugs as she takes care of these imbeciles. She can be a shy and submissive woman who just goes along with whatever three sex-crazed bulls want or someone who takes the initiative and has ways to smarten them up. She might serve them in her attire and then try to lead the morning prayer with cum still dripping off her legs or dress up and pretend to be another person to distinguish between her sacred and profane persona. And, of course, nothing prevents her from becoming as debauched as them or even more.

I hope this prompt pushes the right buttons! If you're interested, let me know what kind of priestess you want to play and what you wish to get from this prompt. If there are any specific kinks you'd like to see, let's talk it out! I live in the GMT +1 timezone and tend to respond after work hours; hopefully, it won't be an obstacle.

My kinks (not all have to be included): domination (both as a dom and sub), humiliation, indiscretions, double life, free use, latex and leather, dubcon, rough animalistic sex.

My limits: extreme violence, scat, vomit, bestiality, and similar stuff.

Looking forward to the message from you!

Hi! Been thinking on this prompt for a bit. It's still kinda rough but I wanted to get some feedback on it. I'm wanting to convey that in Sexalot (easy name I know but I love a good pun lol) women are respected treated equally which has encouraged them to be more sexually open.

I'm not looking for this to be prima nocta or any sort of thing where the king's subjects feel any kind of pressure to be with him. They only interact with him of their own free choice. He is just more than happy to help if they want him to lol

Anyway, hope you enjoy reading. Looking forward to some constructive feedback!

Welcome to Sexalot! Where sex is encouraged and, due to the King's magic, there are no sexual diseases and pregnancy is a choice.

In Sexalot, woman are in charge. A man may show interest in a woman but if not done properly, he will be ridiculed. He must be kind and gentle, while showing that he is strong and able.

No one embodies that more than the king himself. He treats the women of his fiefdom with the utmost care. They are chief amongst his advisors and run nearly every shop in town.

Because of these two things, the people of Sexalot fuck like rabbits. Once people reach the age of 18, they can enter into nightly orgies, free-use taverns, and, for the woman, audiences with the king himself.

You are one of these woman. On your 18th birthday, you receive an invitation from the King to join him at his residence any time you wish. Whether that be now, 10 years, or never! It's your choosing. But, an audience with the King would allow you to receive a King's Load. A King's Load to the face will keep you young for a year. A Load in your womb will start or stop a pregnancy, of your choosing. A Load in your belly while stop disease. And the most covated, a King's Load in your King's Hole will not only increase fertility, but also increase your bust. With enough Loads in your King's Hole, you may even begin to lactate. Lactation without pregnancy is a great honor indeed, and you will be asked to be apart of the King's Royal Court.

Looking for input on this new prompt; all discussion and advice is appreciated!

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“His Tarot has already decreed a new Founding. All I ask for is the chance to innovate, as I always have.”

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Thundering footsteps made known the approach of Canoness Altheia, the woman resplendent in her power armor. The Guardsmen by the door moved to stand in her way, but relaxed with an irate command from the red robed man within, the vox that had replaced part of his throat crackling with static.

“You go too far, Magos Aurellan,” came her voice, cold with fury, as the Sister of Battle came to a stop behind him. He turned to face her; his hands folded beneath his red robe, the mechadendrite tentacles emerging from his back gleaming in the harsh light cast down from the ceiling above.

“We have had our disagreements, but this is utterly unheard of. My Order holds the Ulaxis sector against the greenskin horde faithfully, and you would withdraw us to Terra for-”

“Peace, Sister,” the vox crackled, as the red robed Magos held both hands up in a placating manner.

“It is not the great game that brings you here, but something more important. The Lord Regent has seen fit to attach several Orders to a new Founding of the Adeptus Astartes, on the advice of the Archmagos Cawl.”

The Canoness’ cold fury simmered down to a more contemplative frown, and she folded her arms. Thankfully, it seemed as though she was no longer likely to draw the chainsword at her hip.

“Whatever for?”

“You and your Order are to serve the newly formed chapters, and assist in the matter of increasing their numbers,” the Magos’ vox hissed, as he stepped aside to reveal a hologram from the projector behind him. Countless pages of administrata glowed a bright green, accompanied by diagrams and formulae of increasing complexity.

Altheia’s brow furrowed, eyes focused on the sight before her.

“Assist how?”

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With a low, sensual moan, Altheia impaled herself back onto the Astarte’s massive shaft. Her breasts hung low and heavy atop her swollen belly, the skin rippling with every movement - they had grown along with the rest of her when she undertook the augmentations that would allow her to properly serve the Emperor’s Angels, and they had done so again when the first loads of her new lord’s transhuman seed had taken root in her.

“Emperor hear me, deliver me from weakness,” she panted, as her legs gave out from under her; her lord caught her before she could fall, and hoisted her up as though she weighed little more than a child. She leaned back, nuzzling into a heavily muscled neck - her lips found purchase against his own, and she felt her heart race a little more at the loving touch for a few moments before he began to thrust into her once again.

“Grant this mortal shell - ah! - a sip of your goblet, the vintage of endurance-”

She felt the change in the air that meant her lord would soon come, and reached downwards to cup his balls, each large enough to fill her hands completely. She felt the tip of his cock press up against the entrance to her womb, felt the heat of his seed fill her completely and push her belly outwards, and cried out with joy as she clamped down around him, shuddering.

With a sigh, she leaned back against him, feeling the afterglow wash over her. Reaching up, she gave her lord a peck on the cheek, smiling.

“And the resolve to spread your light even further than it has ever been.”

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In the bloodstained future of constant war, with the defenders of humanity falling fast, what is an Imperium to do? Why, make more of them, of course.

This is, first and foremost, a breeding focused roleplay, with romance a close second behind. The general idea here is that Cawl, in all his genius, decided that despite all his improvements to the Emperor’s work in the form of the Primaris Space Marine, it wasn’t enough. After all, there’s no point in making a stronger, faster Astartes if it continues to take five decades to deploy him at full strength.

To that end, a new Founding of Space Marine Chapters is scheduled, and a few Orders of the Adeptas Sonoritas have been brought in to help bring the numbers up in a more old fashioned way. Augmented with various improvements not dis-similar to that of the Astartes themselves, the bodies of these women are designed for the rigors of childbearing and childbirth, rapidly bringing their charges to term so that they can be impregnated again at the earliest opportunity.

Now, that being said, I am not strictly attached to Altheia as a character; she’s more of an archetype - a powerful woman in charge of her Order, assigned to a Space Marine of equal importance in the hierachy of the new Chapter to come; a Chaplain or Chapter Master seems the most likely. If you have a different personality and characterization in mind for your Sister, or a different take on what kind of dynamic you'd like to have between mine and your (I'm a sucker for plots that go from "being forced to work together" to "friends to lovers", for one), I’d love to hear it as well.

One last thing when it comes to the story - the Astartes in this prompt was envisioned as basically originating from the Ultramarines and given the honor of being split off to found the new Chapter. If you prefer something more along the lines of another chapter, such as, say, the Imperial Fists, or the Salamanders, feel free to let me know and we’ll try and work something out.

On the more mundane end of things, I recommend checking out my pinned profile for more information on how I write and the schedule I keep for replies. I prefer to write on Reddit DMs only - no chats, please!

I was a loner and a bit of a pervert: no life, no friends, no girlfriend. All I had were internet and movies. Mainly Disney movies where I can imagine myself as the hero and getting the girl and then we’d do some very unDisney like things. I was going nowhere. That is, until I stumbled upon an internet rumor. A rumor about a secret spell book under Disneyland. People claimed it was real, others not. People had tried looking for it with no luck. Which spurred on more belief and disbelief. Belief coming from people saying it didn’t want to be found and disbelief saying it couldn’t be found since it wasn’t real. Having had fantasies of being the hero, I figured I could prove or disprove the rumor and maybe get a girl if there was a girl to be had. I had headed toward the park on a mission.  But there was a problem. It was real and I foolishly read from it. Now I’m running for my life through Agrabah that superimposed itself over a part of the park. My attacker? Jafar (or Nasira) as he tried to get the book that had bonded to me after I read the spell. But I wasn’t alone. My partner? Princess Jasmine. Together we were battling the forces of darkness as we discover this strange new and old land, wondering what else this book and this park had in store. And I think my perversion may have seeping because…is she making googly eyes at me? Maybe I can save the day and get the girl after all. 

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The magic spell has completely transformed Disney Park into a real mashup of the various kingdoms and turned the park actors into real life versions of their characters. Real Disney princesses and their villains inhabit the park, albeit older and a little less naive and innocent and before they met their princes. Here, Jasmine, Agrabah, and Jafar/Nasira are simply placeholders. The world can be made up however we wish. Maybe my character and Cinderella battle Ursula in China? Something else? It’s magic. It can do whatever it wants. Maybe it gender bends the male villains, maybe not, maybe a mix. If it doesn’t, I will play those roles. 

We can stick with one princess/land/villain or add in more and see where it goes. One thing is for sure. None of the villains will rest until they have the book in their greedy hands. The only thing stopping them are my character and his princess sidekick who he hopes to charm and live out some of those unDisney like fantasies with. While of course protecting the magic. That should come first. 

I kind of see this as more of a romance/adventure/fantasy/dating sim combo. Developing romantic feelings for the princess(es) and beating/dominating the villains. 

I think this could be a fun idea and if it sounds fun to you reach out and we can work out the particulars of who to add into this world.

Sample Princesses/Villains (assumed gender swapped):

Cinderella/Lady Tremaine, Drizella, Anastasia  

Jasmine/Nasira (Jafar’s sister)  

Mulan/Shan Yu

Kinks: romance, harem, light BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, name calling, cream pies, non/dub con (for the villains).

Limits: blood, scat, feet, snuff, anything that leaves a mark, animal.

(Totally reworked it taking the advice once again. I've made it smaller; there's more agency and hopefully made things clearer.)

Long, wet smacks sounded from deep within the goblin cave. The sound filled the usually rambunctious dwelling, only broken by an occasional, loud gasp. Near the very back of the cave a tall sword lay propped against the stone walls. As a loud, sudden, panicked cry broke the monotonous, wet sounding glucks.

"Fuck! Gods- wait- mercy! Please!" The words rasped out of the undressed knight, Cora, down at the woman between his legs. Her only response was an audible pop and a simple question: "What's wrong,...is it your leg again?"

Somehow a single strike from a goblin had lead to disrobing and a careful examination and of course, more disrobing. Before Cora knew it a few flashes of warm, bright, soothing healing magic poured over him and he was sat down, warned of a dire medical emergency. Soon after the healer was pumping and playing with his hard length that she had gotten all worked up. Then with little arguing back and forth her lips were wrapped around his cock and steadily pumping up and down while she held Cora's gaze with those beautiful soul freezing eyes of hers. As usual the excuse for all of this was that he needed his magical energies to be fixed after all of her healing, now that the goblin lair was cleared and the treasure hoard was in sight, she always had something else on her mind in moments like these. It always ended up being the knight's worked up, teased and aching length, a 'side effect' from all her protective magic.

"No, it's not my leg I just- Ah!.." gluck...gluck-gluck a lewd rhythm started up again the moment he started speaking. "Gods...it was hardly even a scratch. And you're saying all of this is necessary? You're lucky you're good at....healing."

Cora's arms propped out to the sides to support him as his head drooped back, his deep frantic breaths turned into long languid moans. A familiar growing numb ecstasy took over his lower half. His hand carefully shot forward and weaved through her hair and for a moment their eyes locked one last time before she pushed her mouth down to his base. He was finished. "I'm-cumming! Fuck!" He inadvertently squeezed a handful of her hair holding her in place and he emptied a nice, full load down the woman's throat only letting up after a solid minute of relishing in the blissful feeling of being drained by his adventuring partner's warm mouth. The knight's world was still spinning as he fell back a few inches catching himself, barely able to remember where they were.

Meanwhile, a warm glow from her hand waved over his stomach and lap before he knew it his cock was twitching and throbbing aching to be touched as if she hadn't just drained him. With a wry smirk and flick over her tongue the healer repeated her diagnosis, "It seems like your magical aura is still all tangled up. It really should just be a couple more before we can head back to town..."

Hello lovely ladies of DPP! I'm looking for a fantasy/d&d fan to write a classic healer/fighter fantasy dynamic. Definitely a lot of gentle, posessive femdomy vibes but truthfully I'm a 50-50 switch, so I'm more than happy to take charge and what not. I was hoping to keep things very wholesome and playful between the two but I don't want to set anything in stone. Feel free to reply or continue from my little sample or if you have more concrete character ideas I would love to hear them! For any Bg3 fans this is a thinly veiled Shadowheart post but I would still absolutely love for you to put your personal spin on it.

Kinklist if you're interested. Monster encounters and all kinds of D&D/fantasy tropes would be really fun to explore. Going back to their first meeting, maybe even having her save his life and doing a little medical play angle. Typically I write third person past tense and anywhere from 1-4+ paragraphs. I definitely prefer discord but don't mind PMs as well.

I'm happy to answer any questions you have about the setting or either of our characters. Thank you for reading this far and I hope to hear from you soon!

((Workshop part: Howdy folks, thanks for reading all that. Any suggestions on formatting, title or whatever parts I could trim would be helpful! Thank you again :)) ))

[M4M] Halloween Femboy Transformation - TIFU (RP/AMA)

TIFU - I messed up big time at a Halloween party, and now my life is completely upside down! Let me explain…

My girlfriend, Alice, and I planned to go to a Halloween party as Woody and Jessie from Toy Story. Joining us was her best friend, Jake—who prefers to go by Jessica when in drag—decked out as Little Bo-Peep to match our theme. I wasn’t thrilled about Jessica tagging along, but whatever, I went along with it.

Before we left, Jessica dropped her costume off in our room while she and Alice ran out for drinks. Out of curiosity (and boredom), I decided to try on Jessica’s pink skirt for a laugh. That’s when things started to feel… strange. It was like putting on that skirt set something in motion.

When the girls got back, they didn’t bat an eye at me still wearing the skirt. Jessica changed into my Woody jeans (odd, right?), and we headed to the party. That’s when everything spiraled.

Throughout the night, I noticed weird changes:

• My beer started tasting bitter, so I switched to cocktails (Jessica was suddenly into beer).
• My boxers turned into a pink thong, and my ahem anatomy shrank to fit.
• I started losing height—shrinking from 6’2” down to 5’4”—while Jessica grew taller!
• My Woody outfit transformed into Jessica’s corset and heels.

I was too drunk to fully process what was happening, but by the end of the night, I wasn’t just me anymore—I was Maddie, Jessica’s lookalike femboy friend.

When I woke up the next morning, I barely recognized myself: shorter, curvier, smoother skin, and… wearing a thong. To make it worse, I was in a pink bedroom with Jessica’s ex-boyfriend Blake in my bed. Memories I never lived started flooding my head—Maddie’s memories—and I realized this wasn’t just a nightmare.

I checked my phone, and everything was different: my social media, my messages, even my TikTok For You page. And yes, Grindr was installed. Alice texted me like nothing was wrong, saying I got hammered and brought Blake home.

Now, Blake is waking up, and I have no idea what to do. My life has changed overnight, and no one but me seems to notice.

So, what now? (RP or AMA—DM if you’re into it!)

Everyone in this rp is 18+ and everyone invited to rp is required to be 18+

Fans of Bridgerton, you're more than welcome!

Look out for password!

Hello everyone, thanks for clicking on my post. My name's Daniel, I'm 25, and I've been roleplaying for the past eight years now. I'm really interested in elaborate, longterm roleplays, with a good mixture of smut and story.

As for the story, I'm really, really open, although I'm partial to historical roleplays. As the title suggest, I'm a huge fan of historical romance, especially the series My Lady Jane, so I'm particularly interested in something set in that universe, with Verities and Ethians. I could assume an Original character, or someone form the show. If you haven't watched it yet, I highly recommend, but knowledge of the show is not quite required. Other themes, such as meeting at an ancient Greek orgy, gladiator and a senator's daughter, the typical damsel in distress (but with a twist), arranged marriage, rival pirate captains, soldiers liberating villages during WW2, spies during the Cold War, are also great, I'm game for everything!

Also, if you're looking for something more modern, I'm happy to hear your ideas, I'm sure we can come up with something fun!

A fun scenario/plot could be about a high ranking noble woman, a princess, queen, duchess, etc, and her most loyal servant/guard. They're the same age, grew up at the palace together, but due to their difference social status, anything but friendship was impossible between them, and even that was frowned upon. One day, a suitor arrives, hoping to marry your character, so my character has to reveal his true feelings. This could be a hot and fiery affair, or a slow burn romance, slowly blossoming into true love. Sneaking around, secrecy, love, what else do we need?

I play in first person, and use quotation marks for dialogues. I'm quite detail oriented, whether I'm describing characters, actions, or scenery, but I'm also a fan of quick back-and-forth writing, when the situation requires it. I write a few paragraphs per message, but I tend to just match my partner's writing length.

As for characters, I usually play as myself, and I'm happy to provide a description once we get the ball rolling. As for yourself, I'm happy with a description, or reference picture, if you prefer that! If you read this far, the password is Mango!

I'm really kink friendly, and I'm happy to share my kinks once we get talking, however my favourite kink is impregnation. If you're not into it, don't worry, I'm more than happy to accommodate your limits, and leave it out.

If all this caught your eyes, please, don't hesitate to message me either in chat or PM (preferred), and we can move to discord as well.

Hope to hear from you soon!

Best, Daniel

Heyo, I've been craving group play as that isn't something I've been able to scratch the itch of late. Is there anything that I should flesh out more? Or shifts I should make in the formatting?

He hadn't originally planned for the party to take a spin like this, but as the bottle rotated he couldn't say he was disappointed. Austin was your typical Pacific Northwest dude. Hiking on weekends, tech worker, and definitely loved to party. He functioned like glue between many of his different friend groups, and this party had a hodge podge from a number of different circles he'd connected to. He'd been bouncing around all night, making sure that everyone had drinks if they needed 'em, had people to talk to, and were just all around having a good time.

Of course, at this point, most of the attendees had left, leaving just six of them. He wasn't sure how the topic of playing such a childish game had been brought up and started, but even so he looked around at the other attendees and was getting excited about who the bottle might land on...

Maybe his coworker? His "work wife", as they were always flirting, but somehow one of them always had a partner. But he saw the way she looked at him... The way his button-up shirts clung around his chest, and her bashful look when he smiles at her. This could be a fun excuse to test the waters, though he wasn't sure if she was dating anyone currently...

His friend was looking plenty good too. He'd always made sure to keep it platonic with her, since they shared a few friends and he didn't want to mess up their friend circle, but if it happens in the game, that's gotta be fair game, right? Of course, she was a bit of an alt girl, so he wasn't sure she'd even be into his more straight-laced button-up style.

The third girl playing was a total mystery though. He wasn't even sure who brought her. But that lack of knowledge gave him even more possibilities to be excited about...

Hey horny people, I'm looking for some one who's just as excited about group play as I am to do a scene involving multiple people playing spin the bottle. For a starting point, I'd like us to develop each character (3 each) and give them a relationship with the other players. They could have a crush on one, and despise another? Perhaps they're coworkers, or strangers? Maybe there's even a boss-employee relationship... I want each relationship to bring out complex feelings when they play.

And then, when we roleplay, I want to actually roll the dice on who lands on who, so neither of us knows exactly how the game will play! And, each round, we'll increase the stakes... Start with kissing, moving on to removing clothes, and ending with 7 minutes in heaven where anything can happen behind closed doors...

Primary kinks are: Group play, exhibition, breeding and cheating Limits: Scat, noncon, gore

Not devoted to any of the characters above, just setting up examples, and want you to develop your characters as suits you. Please respond with your kinks/limits, what you'd be excited for WRT this roleplay, and an initial character you'd like to bring to the mix along with their relationship with Austin.

(I am 18+ and all participants should be 18+)

The bright, full moon shone down on the empty park. Shadows played along the ground as clouds occasionally obscured the light. Surprisingly, security was nowhere to be seen. Still, it wasn’t easy to creep in. Rumors abound about the park, one of which was so ludicrous, so outlandish that it seemed impossible that any would even start it. A real spell book hidden in the bowels of Disneyland? How does that even possible? But it’s what spurred me to be here tonight: making my way through the park, hiding from every noise, looking for a way into the underground. And I find it. An obscure door. One that looks old, blending in with its surroundings, the doorknob coated in rust. This has to be it. With great effort, I heave the door open and follow the dark tunnel, eventually finding a room smelling of mildew. In the middle, on a pedestal, is a huge, leather bound book. I carefully open it and flip through the pages, finding a page that reads “Bring them to you.” I chuckle and read the words out loud. A shockwave shoots from the book, spreading out and knocking me over. Panicking, I get up and close the book, running back out and finding myself in the middle of the day in a strange new world. “Who are you?” A soft, musical voice asks from behind me. I turn and my jaw drops.

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The magic spell has completely transformed Disney park into a real mashup of the various kingdoms and turned the park actors into real life versions of their characters. Real Disney princesses inhabit the park, albeit older and a little less naive and innocent. My character unleashed a spell and has become the guardian of the book. After he gets used to it he sees the opportunity to maybe have some fun. Using his knowledge of the movies that watched over and over due to him being a loner, he can form romantic relationships with one or more of them, whichever you prefer. But it’s not all fun and games. The actors also turned into the villains who want to get their hands on the magic of the book. Teaming up with the princesses, each one helps him defend the book from their villain. If powers are involved, they all have their respective abilities.

Ultimately some endings could be: 1. He eventually returns everything back to normal after studying the book. 2. Everything gets left as it is and he enjoys life. 3. They transfer somewhere else creating a new world where they all live together. 4. Something else entirely that we can come up with together.

This could work with a GM, controlling the world while my character moves through it. Or it could be a harem situation with the princesses and villains. Possibly even doing some gender bending but it’s not necessary.

I kind of see this as more of a romance/adventure/fantasy/dating sim combo. Developing romantic feelings for the princesses, dominating the villains. Going on dates and more.

I think this could be a fun idea and if it sounds fun to you reach out and we can work out the particulars of who to add into this world.

Princesses/Villains(assumed gender bent):

1. Snow White/Evil Queen
2. Cinderella/Lady Tremaine, Anastasia, Drizzella
3. Alice/Red Queen, Queen of Hearts
4. Tinkerbell/Captain Hook 5. Aurora/Maleficient
5. Princess Eilonwy/Horned Queen
6. Jessica Rabbit/Judge Doom
7. Ariel/Ursula(Vanessa form)
8. Belle/Gastine
9. Jasmine/Nasira(Jafar’s sister)
10. Pocahontas/Governor Radcliffe
11. Esmeralda/Claudine Frollo
12. Meg/Hades Mulan/Shan Yu
13. Jane Porter/Clayton
14. Kida/Helga Katrina Sinclair
15. Tiana/Dr. Facilier
16. Rapunzel/Gothel
17. Merida/Mor’du(turn her back to human)
18. Anna, Elsa/Kristina
19. Moana/Te Kā(turn her into human)
20. Raya/Namaari
21. Mirabel/Alma Madrigal

Kinks: romance, harem, light bdsm, spanking, hair pulling, name calling, creampies, non/dub con (for the villains)

Limits: blood, scat, feet, snuff, anything that leaves a mark, animal.

(I took the advice I got from before and made changes, hopefully it’s better. If I can still improve on it please don’t hold back!)

"Senator King," the somber looking man sitting on the other side of Richard's desk had started. "We have multiple reliable sources that your secretary is working with foreign nationals to spy on your operations. As Chair of the Cyber Security house sub-committee, it is imperative that your integrity remain intact."

Richard swallowed trying to take all of this in. Two months ago his old secretary, Debby, had taken ill and retired. She had been replaced by Tatiana. Tatiana... Kurvilenko? Kardilencho? He had given up trying to pronounce it and simply called her Tatiana. She had giggled and said that Tatiana would be just fine.

Tatiana had been a very good replacement. Efficient, fast with data entry, she organized his day, smoothed out his busy meeting schedule. And Richard had to admit that found her to be a very attractive woman. It was tough, when she would lean over to look at something he was showing her and he had to avoid staring at her breasts. And she seemed to take a great interest in his job and his duties and always seemed very keep to listen to whatever he would share with her. It was easy to lose track of time talking with her.

Several of his fellow senators expressed jealously that he had somehow snagged her. Others had asked him for details on their sexual exploits. But there was none of that. Richard was married and happily so. He truly appreciated Tatiana even if it was a little hard to spend long hours with her in proximity. No, even after two years he hadn't even fantasized about her.

"Why not send her somewhere else or fire her or, I don't know, do what you do with people you think are spies?"

"Because Senator, this will just keep happening until we can get ourselves into their network. This is the best chance we've had to date. And our intel says that this group is planning something big. We need to move now."

"So I need to...seduce her?"

"Yes sir. You need to initiate an affair with her. Then, when she thinks she has you, we will give you the information that you're going to share with her. That will allow us to figure out who is compromised and, from there, take down their network."

"Can't I just leave your documents lying on my desk?"

"No, you'll need to appear invested. Having an affair should be sufficient for gaining her trust because you'll have so much to lose."

Senator King sat for a moment and contemplated the choice he was being asked to make.

"Okay, tell me what I need to do."

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I think I don't want to know if your character is a spy or not. It would be fun to write out a story where it could go either way.

Things I'd like explore: seduction, innuendo, partially clothed sex, clothes all the way off sex, age gap, duty vs love.

Things I'd like to avoid: getting indicted

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Hi Workshop - I'd like to think I have a different spin here on the office romance. My main concern is around length and focus. Is it too long?

And the other thought I had was - maybe my partner's character doesn't have to be an Instagram model. I think a character that's less conventionally attractive might work better because, if she's not the spy, then she might be flattered that the powerful man is giving her attention. Maybe?

"I can't believe we're doing this again," you sigh.

A weak moan is the only response because Osric can barely move. His naked body lays on a wooden cot in rumpled bedding, just as you found it. It would probably be better to cover him up to preserve his dignity, but now you're too annoyed to do that. Instead, you concentrate on the words of the prayer.

"He's barely breathing!" Tectus shouted, alarmed.

"Can you be quiet for a minute?" you snap, which seems weird with your hands already folded.

You recite the holy words, feeling the Positive Energy gather on the other side of the Ethereal Plane. Warm white light engulfs you, concentrating on your hands. As you spread them around and put them on Osric's chest, it dims as it's greedily drunk by his drained body. For a moment, you stand there, illuminating the room with your presence, but the glow gets weaker with every minute. It's not for you, after all.

In a moment, it's over. Osric springs up, inhaling and exhaling like someone who was just saved from drowning. His skin, pale only a moment before, is now as pink as it used to be.

"Thank you!" he says, folding his hands in a way that resembles your prayer.

"Seriously?!" you growl at him. "Fucking a succubus?! After we talked literally yesterday?"

He looks away, ashamed. "She looked completely normal to me!"

"Succubi tend to do that," Ephialtes said. Well, as a mage, he should know.

"Wear your pants when you're talking to me," you say, disgust evident in your voice; his face goes red as he goes for his clothes lying in a crumpled stack beside the bed.

"You have to be careful, man," Tectus said. "If she gives it up for free, there's something fishy going on. Better stick to prostitutes."

"You think a succubus can't look like a prostitute?" you ask indignantly.

The silence is the only response you need. You decide to strike the iron while it's hot.

"We have enemies now. It was bad enough when the only result of your romps was some nasty rash I had to cure. But now it's dangerous. Do you think I'll always be on standby to help you when an assassin nicks you with a poisoned blade or some monster uses the distraction to dine on you?"

Three pairs of feet shuffle in place nervously.

"Just last month, you got lured into an orgy with Bhaal cultists that tried to sacrifice you. Tectus had that memorable night with a vampire. And let's not forget when Ephialtes fell asleep in a brothel, completely drunk, and a whore stole his spell book. How fun that was, buying it back from the Thieves' Guild!"

"But what are we supposed to do?" Osric, with his pants already on, interjects.

You roll your eyes. "Can't you just find a nice, trustworthy girl? I could get you married in the span of an hour."

"It doesn't work like this," Tectus says.

"We're traveling most of the time," Ephialtes nodded quickly. "What good is a wife living in a city for?"

"Then..."

But they're no longer listening to you.

"We spent a month in the mountains!" Osric said, irritation clear in his voice. "No one but eagles and goats in the five-mile radius!"

Ephialtes shrugged. "Can't you just masturbate in the tent? Not that I do, but..."

"I sleep in this tent, too," Tectus protested. "Just go outside!"

"In the end, even a rock in a peculiar shape looked sexy to me," Osric continued. "But I managed. Do you know why? Because it would make the first trip to the brothel feel sooo good!"

"Point taken," Ephialtes said.

You mull this over. Since you had joined this party, their one-night stands and brothel escapades became a constant point of contention. It's becoming increasingly dangerous, and they're still bent on defying you repeatedly, and then you have to rescue them when they inevitably get in trouble. You thought you could hammer this into them, but when they're sex-starved, they just stop listening to you and start thinking with their dicks. This isn't something you can help with.

Unless...

"If you're in this situation, just go to me," you blurt out.

"What?!" three shocked voices reverberate in the room.

You shrug. "You have a point. A cow needs to be milked, or it won't stop mooing. Better you're handled by someone you know and trust than a stranger. And while my position in the order puts a lot of restrictions on me, being celibate isn't one of them."

Osric grins widely. Tectus' face goes red. Ephialtes looks thoughtful, but his breath suddenly gets heavier.

"Just remember, guys," you say sternly. "I'm still a holy person, right? You *will* still treat me with the respect and dignity I deserve. Understood?"

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This is how it started—with a promise given to three sex-starved party members. You had spent six months as their teammate, fighting with them, healing their wounds, giving them advice, and spreading the holy word to them. Now, you also take care of their sexual needs, and it's a challenge. They aren't the kind of people who can be satisfied with a quick handjob.

Sometimes, it's one after another. Sometimes, it's all three of them at once. Often, you end up sore, their cum dripping off your body, your clothes wrinkled or torn. You can't help but wonder if this doesn't conflict with your role as their shepherd and teammate or if they can pray with and listen to someone whom they just took like a common whore.

Your character can be every kind of a priest; the introductory text is just a suggestion. She could be a sweet, innocent nun who got more than she bargained for or an experienced matron who just treats it as a matter of fact. She can be a shy and submissive woman who just goes along with whatever three sex-crazed bulls want or someone who takes the initiative and has ways to smarten them up. She might serve them in her attire and then try to lead the morning prayer with cum still dripping off her legs or dress up and pretend to be another person to distinguish between her sacred and profane persona. And, of course, nothing prevents her from becoming as debauched as them or even more.

I hope this prompt pushes the right buttons! If you're interested, let me know what kind of priestess you want to play and what you wish to get from this prompt. If there are any specific kinks you'd like to see, let's talk it out! I live in the GMT +1 timezone and tend to respond after work hours; hopefully, it won't be an obstacle.

My kinks (not all have to be included): domination (both as a dom and sub), humiliation, indiscretions, double life, free use, latex and leather, dubcon, rough animalistic sex.

My limits: extreme violence, scat, vomit, bestiality, and similar stuff.

Looking forward to the message from you!

We were the weirdest couple of friends men have ever see. Me, from a rich, stupidly rich family. And you, the orphan, the rejected. Me, who entered in this school to please my dad. You, who were pushed by the dream of escaping your roots. Me, the chill, litterature obsessed, almist passive boy. And you, burning like a fire, betting and partying.

Until the day you disappeared. A few days ago you asked to borrow money from me. I had to refuse. I knew you, and i knew it would go to the gutter of the games. You didn’t complained, you left silently, and never came back. The amphitheater felt pretty silent without you.

Tonight, i turned on my computer to read some book online. Piracy is bad, i knew it, but hey, i was a bad boy. The main issue with it was the number of these d… ads and pop up.

…And of course one opened directly. « Slaves available in your local area »

Recently, slavery was legalized after the government decided to « free the market ». A fancy way to see they were seeking new stuff to tax. This new market was rapidly filled. People in debt, criminals, persons in need of medical care and ready to exchange their liberty for it,… it was rarely interesting. Most were people destroyed by life, body in mind, nothing erotic from society’s trashcan.

…except this time it wasn’t. I saw YOU for the first time in a week. With heavy makeup and bimbo outfit sure, but still you.

The ads was throwing praise about your quality and how you were a pure girl with the potential of a luxury slave. Which made me laugh « what a bullshit ». Still it was a good news for you, they wouldn’t say that about a girl they damaged.

The sum was pretty big still… but i guess you were worth it? I bid, and returned to my book.

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What do you think of it?

Hello!

I'm trying my hand at posting an update to my roleplay prompt after taking into account the wonderful feedback I recieved when I last submitted it for critique. It had given me a lot to think about and I've hopefully managed to put some of the specific feedback into practice this time.

Major points of feedback that I am hoping to act upon with this version of the prompt are:

1. Provide more insight into Ward as a person. I truthfully struggle with this due to potentially being on the spectrum and having issues understanding people. I hoped to add a more emotional element with Merrick and Ward's relationship with him. Please let me know if that works or if more work would be needed.

2. Provide information on the world and the specific adventure in store. I tried to keep the world fairly vague still, with the hope that any roleplay partners could help with customizing the setting as needed. I did try to sprinkle in some examples of the kind of fantasy elements that may exist with dragons, environmental disasters vampires, mages and religious zealots and so on. I'd appreciate feedback on this.

I'd once again greatly appreciate any feedback on this version of the story. Fingers crossed this one is more interesting than version one.

Prompt:

“You’re leaving tomorrow then,” he said, the words barely perceptible through the sounds of embers crackling in the fireplace, the soft exhales that came after a heady moment of passion. Such a simple sentence, laden with a great deal of sorrow.

Ward looked towards the man resting between the sheets, their arms holding him close to their body. Soft lips peppered kisses against his neck, a hand caressing his upper back. Merrick was warm, so wonderfully warm. They didn't know how much this moment was needed.

“I am,” came the eventual response, equally soft and somber. Ward’s brows furrowed as they took a deep breath, glancing out of the window of the tavern room they had taken for the night. The twin moons were high in the sky, bathing the bodies of the two people in a soft blue glow.

“Will you miss me?” Ward eventually asked, returning their gaze to Merrick, a calloused, scarred hand moving up brush against his soft cheek. The response was simple, pained.

“More than you’ll know.”

Ward wore a pained smile as they leaned in to place a kiss against his forehead. “I am beyond sorry for this, my dear, dear Merrick,” they said in a raspy voice. “I would stay if I could.”

With tears in his eyes, Merrick nestled his head into the crook of Ward’s neck, holding them like a drowning man would grasp upon flotsam. The night they had shared, the throes of passion, the moments of sheer, unadulterated pleasure that had been shared mere moments ago, it had all opened a rawness, a grim realization that this would be their last night together.

Merrick hadn't expected to fall so damnably hard for someone like Ward. He was a cobbler’s son after all, helping his father every day at the shop that they had inherited from his grandfather. There would have been no chance for him to have come across or even struck a conversation with a sorcerer. They were a rarity, only a dozen or so had come through Velda since he could remember.

And yet this strange person had come in one day, seeking repairs for their boots after a long journey. A conversation had been struck between them, a conversation that eventually led to a night of drinking at the tavern. Merrick had learned a lot of stories about Ward that night, some more fantastical than the others, and all equally enrapturing as they bright pink eyes of Ward practically glowed with excitement to share them with him. Tales of undead armies hounding the Southern reaches of the world and how a massive cataclysm of ice had buried the realm of dragons into an eternal winter. Of warring kings and crazed artifacts, of the more mundane sights and sounds they’d seen over the years.

They’d kissed that night. An impulsive, foolish dalliance perhaps. But Ward wanted to kiss Merrick. The man was a gentle soul, and such gentle people were severely lacking in this world. They’d sought Merrick every day since then, the pair speaking when possible and simply spending time with one another. The inevitable happened one night. A kiss led to something more. And they had woken up just like they were now, with sheets tangled between their bare bodies, their forms deliciously sore after a night of passion.

Ward hadn't expected Merrick to fall for them. It had only been two months since they’d come to Velda. But it was the situation they were in now.

“Will I see you again?” asked Merrick suddenly, shaking Ward out of their reverie. They looked down at the larger man holding onto them and decided to speak honestly.

“I don't know, Mer,” they said somberly. “I must follow where the work takes me. You will hate me for saying this, but you deserve better than to keep your heart for me. Don't wait for my return.”

Merrick looked up at them with glassy eyes. “And you think that will be easy? To just forget you?”

Ward shook their head. “No. But you are strong, and I believe in your strength to push past it. You deserve someone who will stay and give you peace and comfort. I am fated to be unable to provide that for anyone, such is the lot of my life as a mage. I go where I am needed.”

Merrick did not say much else after that, simply holding onto the red haired wanderer, and Ward was content to do the same. It hurt to let someone go again, especially someone wonderful like Merrick. But they’d gotten used to it by now. The pain never faded; they just got more used to it. He eventually fell asleep, leaving Ward awake and alone with their thoughts. The gentle comfort of the realm of dreams evaded them that night, and Ward was cursed with fits of unfulfilling sleep.

When morning came, Merrick left, tears in his eyes and his posture belying his pain. But Ward needed to let him go. For his sake more than theirs. They had exchanged one last, deep embrace, and Ward had set off. Their head ached and their face was perpetually screwed in a scowl, pink eyes half open as they dealt with the bright morning sun.

Velda was busy and active by the time they walked to the gates, just in time for the caravan to start properly assembling. They walked past the convoy of carriages and pilgrims, reaching the front where a familiar face was busying himself, barking orders to get everyone organized. He glanced at the mage and raised a hand in greeting.

“Ah, Ward,” he said. “Very good, very good. I was worried you may not accompany us. You had mentioned some…reticence at the prospect of traveling for a good few weeks to get to our destination.”

Copper-red hair danced in the gentle breeze as Ward gave him a nod. “I…decided to take the plunge. Velda has been good to me, but I need to keep moving.”

The man nodded. “Of course, of course. We will be traveling through the peaks as you may be aware. The goal is to get through the Gods’ Teeth before winter well and truly sets in. Your magic will aid us greatly in staving off any potential threats.”

Ward hummed in thought. “I’ve never been this far North before. What kinds of threats?”

“We expect a few bandits perhaps. A few trolls maybe, if we are unfortunate. But I will be frank. There have been rumours of some manner of creature up there that hunts people. Something strong by the looks of the mangled bodies that people eventually recover. All dessicated.”

“Vampires?” Ward asked, frowning.

“Maybe,” came the noncommittal response, followed by a shrug. “You know about them better than I, considering where they come from.”

Ward sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose, giving him a nod. “Fair enough. It seems we will have our work cut out for us.”

The caravan leader laughed and moved his hand to clap Ward’s shoulder, shaking the smaller person’s frame with the blow. “That is why I will be paying you well. It is good for you to get out of Velda too. The Mage Hunters continue to encroach Northwards, their blasted faith taking root amidst the desperate and paranoid. For your safety, I am glad you agreed to this.”

He looked over Ward’s shoulder as someone approached. “If you’ll excuse me, I must tend to something else. We will depart momentarily.”

Ward bid them farewell, slinging their pack closer over their shoulders, eyes scanning the people crowding the entrance to Velda, hoping to see Merrick again, but it seemed that their hopes would be for naught. A pang of pain crossed through their soul, but Ward knew that they needed to keep moving.

A long journey was ahead of them. And hopefully, peace on the other side. They could only hope.

[Hey so I’m looking for general feedback, but I’m also wondering if this is a tad too niche? Maybe that question is outside the scope of this workshop, but I thought I’d give it a shot. I also wonder if I should go into more detail with my character or if I should leave it up to the imagination.]

For obvious reasons, the quasi-conservative turn in young men had become a subject of great public debate and speculation. What was the cause? The podcast ecosystem? Economic precariousness? “Wokeness”? You knew that the cause was likely a combination of many socio political factors, but that wasn’t your concern. Your current objective was to find the cure.

You’re a young, pre-tenured psychology professor at a major state university. You were a darling of the psychology community’s avant garde and as such you were given quite a bit of leeway. Your department chair never could have guessed how current events would cause you to use this leeway. He also was probably unaware of your personal life as both a radical leftist and sexual dominant. This background made your next step entirely predictable.

With the imprimatur of the psych department behind you, you launched a study into the young male psyche. You aimed not only of coming to conclusions about conservatism in young men, but also with a treatment regimen for “curing” it. Promising free liberal arts credits for participating, you had dozens of qualified applicants, but the first you’d choose to examine was me.

I’m Alex Richter, a 19 year old computer science major. At 6’ I was lean and skinny despite my unhealthy diet. My curly black hair contrasted with my pale, milky complexion which identified me as the internet-addicted shut in I was. I was also a frequent listener of bro-y podcasts with obviously misogynistic undertones.

My response to the application questionnaire made it clear I was the ideal subject for examination and experimentation. You’d soon find out just how much physical discipline, psychological deconstruction, and classical conditioning it would take to turn me into the perfect submissive slut.

Hey thanks for reading! Goes without saying this is story is politically charged so if that’s not your thing, look elsewhere. I was hoping to explore the intersection of political play and medical play with this one. Obviously how we get there is dependent on our shared kinks and ideas, but I see us ending with the arrogant young conservative as a broken submissive fucktoy. I’m willing to go pretty far with this. Maybe even to the point of him dropping out of college at her command because it’s “not the proper place for a man.”

As for your character, I imagined her as a young professor but maybe she’s a grad student or even his age, pursuing this project secretly. I can see her as a young, intelligent woman of color, a goth or alt leftist type or anything in between.

Kinks include bondage, impact play (belting spanking flogging), pegging, gags, humiliation, orgasm control, milking, creampie, pvc/latex, breeding talk, mind-break, boot worship, ass worship, body worship, face-slapping, public/risky, religious/political humiliation, cheating, mouth/face-spitting, homewrecking, findom, interracial, edging, chastity, tease/denial, cheating, collar and leash, blackmail and more so just ask!

My limits are scat, blood, gore, “mommy,” incest, sph, sissy play, sounding, ball busting

DM or chat me if you’re interested. Message for discord. First and third person pov works. Start with your character and kinks please. Ref list available upon request.

[New version of an earlier post, tried adding more substance, along with implanting my kink list within the roleplay itself]

Let me set the scene: I’m a billionaire—one of those guys who’s built an empire from the ground up. The kind of wealth that lets you do things most people can only dream of, and sometimes, things they’d rather never know about. I’m talking about the kind of lifestyle that’s far from ordinary, where the lines between pleasure and excess blur into one unforgettable blur of wild nights and high stakes.

As the head of a sprawling business empire, I’ve been around the world, and I’ve experienced more than most could even imagine. The power, the influence, the kind of freedom that allows me to indulge in anything—anything at all. It’s a lifestyle that can be exhilarating... and downright depraved. But hey, when you’ve got the kind of wealth I’ve got, you’re not exactly playing by the same rules as everyone else.

I’m not just about the fancy cars and private jets—though those are nice perks, I’ll admit. I’ve seen the darker side of this life too: the secret parties, the indulgence in every pleasure imaginable, and sometimes, even things you’d never hear about in a million years. What can I say? Money brings power, and power brings temptation.

And before you start to wonder, let’s just say I’m well-endowed in more ways than one—physically, financially, and in every sense that matters. It’s not something I flaunt, but it certainly makes life a lot more interesting. Straight as they come, with an appetite for anything life has to offer.

Roleplay:

So, what about you? Are you in my league, or just an observer from the outside? Maybe you're a fellow high-society insider, another billionaire who’s made it big and wants to talk about how we got here. Or maybe you’re on the outside looking in, a curious soul who wonders what it's really like to live a life where money and power are just the beginning.

We could brag about how we got our start—how we made that first million, that first billion, the crazy risks we took, and the endless nights spent chasing both business and pleasure. We could talk about the deals we’ve closed, the luxury cars, private jets, penthouses, or maybe the things that people only dream of—those little indulgences that money allows you to explore, without limits.

And when it comes to real indulgence, let’s not forget the kinds of pleasures money buys that most could never imagine. Maybe it's the way the right woman in high heels can transform the entire mood of a room—or how lingerie and bikinis bring out a different side of power and control. You know as well as I do, power dynamics play a huge role in this world. When you control everything, it’s not just about having the right car or the right house—it’s about the way people move, the way they dress, the way they kneel, and how you make them feel.

Or perhaps you’re new to this world—a little starstruck by it all—and you want to know what it’s really like. Maybe you want to hear about the hidden parties, the secrets that only the truly wealthy know. I’ll let you in on a few things—what people really do behind closed doors when they think no one is watching. I might even let you in on some of the unspoken rules of the game—where power plays a bigger role than money, and the line between pleasure and business is a lot blurrier than you'd think.

Let me give you a little glimpse into my life. Just last week, I woke up in one of my penthouses—three gorgeous women beside me. It’s a usual scene, but it never gets old. The best part? I didn’t even have to do much. They just knew who I was, and they wanted to be with me, to experience what few could ever imagine. You could probably catch a glimpse of the aftermath on my Twitter, if you’re curious—photos of the night before, a few subtle shots of the girls lounging around in lingerie and bikinis, looking like they’ve never had a better time. I keep things discreet, but those who know the game know exactly what’s going on. Waking up with three women? It’s nothing for me. That’s the kind of freedom wealth and power bring. You get to choose your life, control the game, and indulge in whatever pleasures you desire. But trust me, it’s not just about the sex. It’s about the power, the influence, the feeling of having everything on your terms.

You could ask me questions about the darker side of wealth, the temptations and excesses, or the power dynamics that come with living at the top. I could tell you about the nights when everything blurs together—the reckless decisions, the indulgence in every pleasure imaginable, and the intoxicating feeling of knowing you control it all. Or, you could surprise me. Tell me about your wildest fantasies and see where the conversation goes.

Let’s talk about the things most people will never dare to whisper about—the truths that only the billionaires and the beautifully corrupt truly know.

"So, how are things with Mark?" Jennifer asked, leaning forward to pick up another slice of the pizza, placing her glass of wine on the table.

I sighed as I brought the glass up to my lips, swallowing a mouthful of wine as the silence lingered in the room. "Dunno?" I said shortly, bringing the rim away from her lips as she looked away from my best friend's piercing gaze. "Better, I guess?"

Jennifer raised an eyebrow, "Better?"

"Yeah, better." I shrugged my shoulders, glancing back at my best friend as she brushed aside a lock of wavy red hair that had fallen across her face.

My best friend shook her head, "Lana, darling, he cheated on you. I can't understand how you're not pissed off. If I was in your place I would've been in jail by now." She paused for a few seconds, her gaze softening as she looked at me. "Come on, Lana, talk to me. We've known each other for ages now. Remember when we were in college and we realized while venting that both of our boyfriends were shitheads, and then we dumped them the next day."

That earned her a snort from me as I reached forward grabbed another slice. "Oh god. I still remember how Steve was obsessed with Eminem."

"He bleached his hair and got the same haircut, didn't he?" Jennifer said with a small laugh and I groaned as the memories of college started rushing in.

"Jesus Christ." I chuckled, "Don't even remind me of that." I took a couple bites of her slice before speaking up again. "I don't know, Jen." I sighed. "At first I was angry but... it's been couple of months now and I'm too tired to really do anything about it. I mean, we went to couple's therapy and all that and, I guess we're doing alright."

Jennifer raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything as she picked up her glass. "Right, right. When was the last time you two had sex, by the way?"

"Very forward, Jen." I replied with a small chuckle. "You're lucky I'm used to it." Jennifer rolled her eyes, but she had a shit-eating grin on her face. "Last time... uh, a couple of weeks ago?"

Her eyes widened. "A couple of weeks ago? Lana, are you telling me you haven't had sex in two weeks?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I mean, it might have been more. It wasn't particularly memorable."

Jennifer clicked her tongue. "No woman should go a day without cumming."

"Not everyone can live a hedonistic lifestyle like you, Jen." I chuckled as I swirled my glass. At the ripe age of 36, when most of our friends and peers were married and had settled down with children, Jen was still the wild girl I was roommates with back in college. During the day she was a succesful lawyer, but at night she was a bonafide whore.

Her eyes sparkled as she laughed. "That reminds me." She sat the glass down and reached for her purse which was on the table along with the pizza. "I had something to show you." Jen dug through it for a few seconds before pulling out her phone. She typed something in it before handing the phone to me.

"The Stupid Sluts Club?" I asked as I read the name of the website, my eyebrows raised. "Really?"

Jennifer just giggled as she picked up her glass and took a sip. "Just look through it."

I sighed as I spent the next couple of minutes looking through it. There were guides, videos, editorials; all on how to be the perfect slut. "Did you play a part in making this?" I asked with a small laugh.

My best friend snorted, "I wish. No, I actually came across it and I think you'd love it."

I shook my head as I looked through it again, a link catching my eye. "Challenges- hm, what's that." I looked up at Jen, who had a wide grin on her face. I rolled my eyes and clicked the link before reading out the contents.

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Hello there!

So, it seems like you've stumbled across this website and, after careful consideration, becoming a slut seems like something you want to do. Hooray, Welcome aboard! This is the Stupid Slut's Club challenge list, a list of challenges designed to turn you into the perfect slut! These challenges start off relatively tame, but get increasingly sluttier. Even if you already consider yourself as a slut, we highly recommend going in the order in which the challenges are written. Good luck and happy whoring!

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"Happy whoring?" I asked as I finished reading.

Jen groaned, "Lana, stop being so uppity and read the tasks."

"Ugh fine, let me go to the first one." I paused as the link loaded, before reading out the contents again.

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Challenge One: Sneak off during work into the bathroom. For the next fifteen minutes, try to cum as many times as you can while not getting caught. After you're done, take a picture of yourself after you're done and keep it in an album on your phone. This album will be used to store pictures for the following challenges. For extra credit, take a toy inside with you.

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"God, this seems like it's a speedrun to get fired." I chuckle as I hand Jennifer her phone back.

"Wait until you see the other ones." She grinned as she took the phone from me. "You should do it, I think it would do wonders for you."

"What, turning into a slut is going to magically change my life?" I snorted.

"Yes, but more than that Lana, you'll have fun." Jennifer replied. "Trust me, I think you'll enjoy it."

I was about to give another snarky comment, when the front door opened and Mark stepped inside. He froze as he saw me and Jennifer sitting on the couch, his face turning into a small frown. "Jennifer." He replied coolly.

"Mark." She replied in an icy tone which she usually saved for her opponents in the courtroom. "This is my cue to go, think about what I said." She said as she got up and collected her things, before walking out of the door.

Both Mark and I watch her leave, before Mark turns and looks at me. "Why does she hate me so much?" He asked, his arms crossed.

"Beats me." I replied with a small sigh.

The next day, I sneaked off at work. "Okay, let's do this." I whispered to myself as I slipped into an empty bathroom stall and leaned against the wall, sliding my hand down my skirt.

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Hey, DPP! My name's Isha and this is a prompt which I was recently inspired to write out lmao. I love the idea of a tired, repressed older woman gaining her confidence back and turning into a massive whore, it just has SO much potential. I imagine that we would play Lana getting sluttier with every challenge, with both of us writing out what takes place in each task. I have a few challenges in mind already but I'd love to hear some of your ideas as well!

I imagine a list of my kinks would be helpful, so here they are; teasing, dirty talk, rough sex, choking, spanking, hair pulling, cumplay, cheating, public sex, sneaking around, messy sex, torn clothing, threesomes and group sex, light raceplay, bwcs, incest, foreplay, oral, bwcs and anal. On the other hand my limits are mainly petplay, excessive pain, watersports, noncon, underage and toilet stuff.

Check out my DPP Profile as well, as it has a lot more information about me! My timezone is IST (GMT+5:30) and I'm usually active pretty late into the night, so a time issue doesn't bother me. I'd love to move to discord once we've become acquainted as roleplaying is SO much easier there. I hope I hear from you soon <3!

Apologies for the formatting, I'm on my phone. My last prompt didn't get any responses and I'm wondering if it's because I went too grand scale. I'm trying to make this one smaller scale.

The advertisements are everywhere you look. They all talk about how great nanobots are, or more specifically how great the nanobots of one company are. BetterYou. Their nanobots can make any aspect you want better. Imagine that after taking one dose your IQ improves by 50 points or more, all physical ailments are healed, and your body is changed to your ideal form. Even after the initial dose there are other benefits as well such as controlling how much sleep you need, becoming fluent in five languages in an afternoon of study, and so much more. A single dose can sell for millions.

Of course, to prevent theft they don't take applications. Instead, they choose you to work for them. As a signing bonus however, they give you a free treatment.

All of this to say you were quite surprised when you and your adult daughter both received your welcome packets one day. Some way, somehow you were among the chosen few. Soon a limo will be there to take you to your new life.

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As i stand there, watching from my office as the two of you take the orientation tour I can't help but give a cruel grin. Years ago when we were in school, you both had bullied me and tormented me. I'm still as short and overweight as I was then, but now I was the one in control.

I hear a soft knock on my door, filled with trepidation. "Enter!" I command. I already know who it is and why they are here. I've been watching on my monitors. I know where everyone and everything is in my factories. I already control the wealthy and the elites so it was a minor matter of red tape to just own the workers. A few doses of nanobots helped with that.

"Sir," came the soft scared voice before I can hear the thud as the nanobots force her to kowtow "they are here and the modifications you requested are preloaded."

I let her panic for a moment. Am I going to use her? Abuse her? Rape her? She may be left in control of her mind and voice "When they are finished bring them right here." I'm currently busy watching them fill out the forms for their requested modifications. It's meaningless and probably killed a few trees but it gives them hope and excites them for the future before I rip it away from them.

Soon, the wails of the damned can be heard. As I watch you and your daughter step out everyone can see what I've done to you. Your body now looks like what a porn addicted incel would describe as an ideal MILF. Six and a half feet tall, muscular form, luscious hair, oh and 56HH breasts. The control collar placed on you is nothing more than a formality with the latest nanobots. It's irritating and annoying, perfect for the two of you.

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Thank you for indulging in my prompt. As indicated within I'm looking to control a mother daughter pair as I take revenge on you. I don't care if you want to play the daughter. Or maybe it's a pair of sisters or lesbian lovers. Whomever they are, I'm open to the discussion. The main thing I'm interested in is if you can keep an RP going and write 2-3 paragraphs per response.

If you are interested please message me your list of kinks and limits and tell me a bit about what appeals to you about the prompt and who your character is.

Kinks: Domination, Sadism, Master/slave, BDSM, MFF threesomes, corruption, training, abuse, incest, power exchange, free use, non con, humiliation, degredation, misogyny, raceplay (im white), objectification

Limits: vore, gore, snuff, toilet stuff, beast, necro, underaged, amputations/amputees

I'm a self-made billionaire, a man whose life has been forged from sheer willpower and relentless ambition. My empire spans industries, built brick by brick with a sharp intellect and an unwavering drive. My presence demands respect, and yet, there are few who truly understand the complexity of the man behind the fortune.

Known for my ruthless business acumen and insatiable desire to succeed, I’m a man who doesn’t settle for mediocrity—whether it’s in business, in life, or in my personal relationships. However, there’s more to me than just my wealth. I have an undeniable charm, an air of mystery, and a powerful attraction to those who can challenge me—intellectually, emotionally, and beyond.

While my public persona is tightly controlled, the private side of me is less known. Few are invited behind the veil of my life, and even fewer get the chance to truly experience who I am. But you, [name or title of character], might just be one of the lucky few who are given that invitation.

Whether you're a lawyer with a critical piece of legal advice or someone intrigued by the enigma that is my life, one thing is certain: getting close to me will reveal more than you expect—and it might change everything.:

Please introduce yourself briefly, including your character’s name, age, occupation, and any relevant details. Additionally, let me know what you’re comfortable with in terms of boundaries, kinks, and preferences so we can ensure this experience is enjoyable and consensual for both of us. I’m open to exploring a variety of dynamics, but communication is key to making this enjoyable for both parties.

Hi there! I'm looking for someone to do a long term or short term roleplay with in which we are in a fantasy world exploring our surroundings and getting steamy together! I like either high fantasy or low fantasy so we can decide on what we like when we start talking!

For the beginning of the setting I thought maybe we were suddenly transported from our real lives to a fantasy world together and had to get to know eachother and explore. Where it goes from there can be sorted out in the details when we start talking together! I'll include below some ideas for specifics so you have somewhere to start but feel free to add your own ideas!

I look forward to hearing from you!

-A pair of cities are forever at war and we find ourselves caught between the conflict. Over the course of the roleplay we discover our feelings for eachother and must keep our romance a secret.

-We are a pair of adventurers (maybe part of the party if your wanting to play multiple characters) and are roaming the countryside looking for adventures.

There’s a myth that somewhere deep within the tunnels of Disneyland (or World) there’s a hidden room that contains a real spell book that has real magic in it. Everyone has dismissed them as one of the many urban legends of the park. But not me. Something about it intrigued me. It sounded just as crazy as every other myth. But was it just that or was it actually real? I had to find out. Just a regular guy trying to prove or disprove an internet rumor.

It wasn’t easy, I had to make sure I wasn’t caught by security or cameras but I manage to creep in late one night when everyone has gone home. Well, mostly everyone. Some performers are still there. Maybe still changing into their street clothes or having some kind of after hours party or something. But I don’t know any of this.

I sneak into the out of bounds area and down below the park to begin my search. After some time, I find a door, covered in dust and blocked by stuff. Managing to get inside, I find the book and cast the spell, which turns the Magic Kingdom into a real kingdom and turning all the female performers into the characters they play.

So now I’m thrust in a world where Disney princesses are real and it all seems fine and fun. Until I find out that the spell also transformed the actors into the villains who want to get to their hands on the spell book for their own evil ends. Teaming up with the princesses, they help me battle their villains to defend the book and the new kingdom. But there’s always a new threat, a new battle. The power hungry villains of the princesses, drawn by the power of the book, attempt to steal it and claim the power for their own. It’s not easy to protect the magic, especially when in the hands of someone so average. But with the princesses who know their villains we could take down the threats and maybe redeem them. Or lock them up and punish them. Whichever works best.

I think this could be a fun idea and if it sounds fun to you reach out and we can work out the particulars of who to add into this world.

(I really like this idea and I don’t want to give it up so any idea/suggestions would be greatly appreciated!)

Hello,

I'm hoping to get some feedback or critiques from folks who may be able to give my post a look. Interest has been very anemic and I am hoping to try and improve things as best as I can. Any feedback or suggestions you may be able to offer would be swell.

The post:

Cold air filled their lungs, a pleasant sensation after what had been a difficult, muggy summer. Pink-gray eyes peered out into the distance, out into the forests that bordered the outskirts of Velda. Ward was ready, perhaps a touch too early in comparison to their peers. A sideways glance at the large congregation of people in various states of readiness, all crowding around twelve large wagons and carts, horses occasionally snorting and letting loose plumes of steam that disappeared into the morning air.

The caravan had a long journey ahead of them. Lengthy but mundane. The ideal kind of work if one were to be a caravan guard. Coin was much needed these days; the war had caused the powers that be to levy larger and larger taxes. Everything was pricier, and a wanderer like Ward found themselves pinched further and further.

They'd lived in Velda for the better part of four years now, picking up odd jobs here and there. The city had plenty of those as it rebuilt from the war. There were a lot of buildings that needed fixing, a lot of structures and walls that needed erecting. But the time to stay in this city had come and gone.

Ward had decided to take the job of an escort for this caravan, mostly laden with people and some perishables, all headed up into the mountains to resupply a town up between the peaks before the winter buried the roads to and from the place. It was essential that they got there, and Ward was assured that the journey would not take more than two months. A few stops along the way, mostly to restock and replenish their supply of perishables, but besides that, it would be a mundane task.

They took another deep breath before walking over to Jardin, the older woman who had hired them after a brief conversation. The wizened elder's face softened into a warm smile.

"Ah good," she said, patting them on the shoulder. "Colour me surprised to see a guard who arrived on time or earlier than expected. Most of your lot tend to be piss drunk and hobbling about after getting into fights."

Ward chuckled and shrugged their shoulders, their low voice carrying a pleasant intonation with it as they spoke.

"I'm a light sleeper," they commented. "I don't drink either."

"Wise," said Jardin. "My husband lived to sixty five by eating and sleeping healthy. Most of the folk these days don't bother. But here I am whinging about something useless. Come now, we seem quite ready to travel. Ward, you'll be walking with the good people from the seventh wagon."

A hand pointed to a dull brown wagon near the middle of the caravan, laden with boxes and people.

"Good folk," she added. "They will not cause much issue. Best go introduce yourself and get ready to set out. We will be departing soon."

Ward nodded, slinging their pack to be more comfortably hanging off their shoulder, their traveling coat keeping them plenty warm despite the cool morning air. Time for a new journey.

A/N: Thanks for checking out my introductory post. I'm currently seeking long term writing partners for a story set in a nondescript fantasy setting featuring my character, Ward. Who your character is can be discussed and I absolutely welcome suggestions. Are they a civilian from the wagon that Ward is traveling with? A fellow caravan guard perhaps? A refugee from the war looking to start a new life in this alpine town? It'd be great to hear ideas that people come with.

The post is open to people of all genders and sexualities. I love my queer family and totally welcome gender nonconforming, cis, or trans characters. Please note that Ward is nonbinary and use They/Them pronouns.

I am happy for mixing a good amount of story and smut into our writing, especially given the nature of this subreddit. Chemistry and consent is critical so please let the characters interact for a bit before they decide that sex is a thing that is going to happen. Specifics such as kinks and preferences can be discussed in DMs when we speak with each other.

If this idea interests you, I ask for a few things.

1. Please do not send a message or chat instantly starting off from where this post ends. I like to get to know people I am writing with and would like to hear your ideas and thoughts, discuss a few things before we get going.

2. Please do not send me one liner or one word messages or chats. I will most likely not respond or acknowledge your messages or chats if you do so.

3. Please refer to my posting history for any information on Ward or myself as a writer.

4. I do not wish to use any other platforms than Reddit. Please do not ask or proposition me to move.

5. Please respect boundaries and understand that I have a life outside of my hobbies. I will get to you when I can and do not like people pestering me for a response. I will do my best to reply as I am able to and in the mood to do so.

That's all I've got. Thanks again for the interest in this story concept. I look forward to potential interest from fellow writers.

Be good to each other,

Dee

[Would love some general feedback. Specifically though I’m struggling for a title. I also worry the character is a bit open ended. I truly would be happy with very different types of characters, and I worry about getting so specific that it turns someone away. I had similar thoughts for my own character, but I’m leaning more toward a conventional character bio for him like I have in other prompts]

I had no idea yet, but I was totally in over my head. I was on vacation in Vegas with a couple of buddies for a bachelor party. We were all in our 40s, but we all had something to prove. This was my first time in Vegas after making it big as a property developer, so I was sparing no expense. Champagne, cognac, weed, big bets, strippers and more were all on the table. I was the wealthiest of my party so I also felt the need to flaunt. I just didn’t know how much trouble it could get me into.

You were one of the dancers we’d met at our first strip club of the night. You were the alpha of the staff and you informed that, as long as we furnished the drinks and continued tipping, you could furnish a sexy entourage to join us for our night on the town. We were all game and in no time we’d gone from club to bar to casino, each “bachelor” with a scalding hot dancer on his arm.

We weren’t naive of course. We understood that each of our nights would likely end with a proposition from our respective call girl. Hell, we were hoping for it. Little did I know, you weren’t planning for a quick fuck and money left on the bedside table. At least, not after you got to know me a little bit.

As our night wore on you saw how doting and attentive I was to you, how eager to please I was, quickly I acquiesced to paying for the most expensive drinks and bets. You decided to test the waters by adopting your (more natural) bratty and bitchy attitude. To your delight, I became even more of a desperate little simp. It wasn’t the persona you had at the club, but in reality you were a cruel, commanding domme with an online army of desperate little paypigs and sub sluts. You couldn’t wait to get me back to my penthouse suite and wrap me around your finger. By the time the night was over, you’d have me coming back for more every night of the vacation. Hell, maybe even beyond.

Hey thanks for reading! I have Vegas on the mind and I was imagining a scenario with a rich middle aged guy who gets way in over his head with a call girl he meets. Major themes could include findom, general BDSM, humiliation, homewrecking and more so check out the kinklist below.

I’m picturing him as a shy guy trying to “do it up big” in Vegas. Maybe he’s already a secret sub who edges for hours to femdom porn. Maybe he even follows her online already or subscribes to her OnlyFans. Or maybe she just brings it out of him and he’s surprised at how deeply she can debase him.

For your character I’m very open to ideas. Maybe she’s a typical glamorous goddess, maybe she’s an alluring woman of color, or maybe she’s a tad more alternative or gothic than our provincial businessman is used to. Let me know your thoughts!

Kinks include bondage, impact play (belting spanking flogging), pegging, gags, humiliation, orgasm control, milking, creampie, pvc/latex, breeding talk, mind-break, boot worship, ass worship, body worship, face-slapping, public/risky, religious/political humiliation, cheating, mouth/face-spitting, homewrecking, findom, interracial, edging, chastity, tease/denial, cheating, collar and leash, blackmail and more so just ask!

My limits are scat, blood, gore, “mommy,” incest, sph, sissy play, sounding, ball busting

DM or chat me if you’re interested. Message for discord. First and third person pov works. Start with your character and kinks please. Ref list available upon request.

Let me introduce myself—I'm a very well known film and television produce based in Los Angeles, as an example I can mention having my own production company. For privacy reasons, I'll keep things vague; no need to get too specific about who I really am. Suffice to say, I’ve had my fair share of experiences in the business, and I’ve seen some things that would make your jaw drop.

I've got stories—some I’ve lived through, some I’ve heard from others—and I’m more than happy to share. But what about you? Who are you? Another producer? A director? Maybe a bartender at a celebrity haunt? Or perhaps you're a well-known actress with your own tales to tell. Whatever your role in the industry, I’m eager to hear your stories too.

Just one ground rule: You must be 18+, and the women we discuss must also be 18+.

(And just to be clear—this is all fictional, but I expect a little suspension of disbelief. After all, this is all about indulging in some fun fantasy.)

So like the title says I'm looking to chat with people about relationships involving a empty nester mom and someone their college aged son's age or on the flip side a man with a woman his mother's age. I find these relationships are so interesting because of how often they are thought about or even fantasized about, by both sides, but aren't really talked about all that often. For me my interest in these started when I was 19 and encountered a guy who was talking about a relationship he was in with an older divorced woman. While I had thought about something like that before I'd just never really talked about it with someone or had someone tell me about one. This really made me think about how much fun it could be to be in a relationship with a older woman especially one that's close to my mother's age, I also know just how common it is for other guys to think similar things and how amazing it would be to go home from a bar with that hot older woman. From the conversations I've had on here I know at least some older women enjoy the attention of college aged guys, at least to a point, and many have thought about what it might be like to go home with one too. From the few stories I have heard of times where these things did happen both sides tend to walk away pretty happy and with a good memory and often for both more confidence in themselves.

So what I'm really looking for it the people who had those encounters at a bar, on some dating app, or even with someone like their son's friend. Whether it ended up as just some extremely awkward one night stand or grew into something a lot more I'd love to hear from you! If like me you don't have experience with this but you have a fantasy for it I'd still be happy to talk to you and hear about your fantasy!

This is a conversation topic I've been working on for a little while and it's gone through some big changes, my earlier versions were a lot shorter and wiith less talk about myself and my own interests. I've had some trouble with rule 5 over in the main sub so looking to see if people think this fits better with that rule. Happy to hear any other critiques of my post too though. Thanks for the help!

Kasturi is a beautiful Tamil woman in her early forties, living alone after being married off at a young age. Raised in a traditional household, she holds conservative values and has limited knowledge about intimacy and sexual pleasure. Her life has been one of routine and monotony, filled with the responsibilities of household chores and work, all while pushing away any man who dared to express romantic interest. After a difficult marriage that left her emotionally scarred, Kasturi has grown accustomed to a life devoid of passion, thinking it was safer to shield herself from further heartbreak.

When a charming young man in his late twenties moves in next door, he quickly becomes captivated by Kasturi’s beauty and gentle spirit. Drawn to her maturity, he appreciates the depth of character she possesses and the strength she has shown throughout her life. At first, he respects her boundaries, engaging her in light conversation and helping her with small tasks around her home. His genuine interest in her life helps build a friendship based on trust. As they talk, Kasturi begins to let her guard down, sharing her dreams and fears, which deepens their bond. His flirtatious nature makes her blush, awakening feelings she thought were long lost.

As their friendship blossoms, the young man gently guides Kasturi into exploring her desires. He introduces her to the pleasures of intimacy through tender touches and soft kisses, ensuring she feels comfortable every step of the way. One evening, as they share a quiet moment, he compliments her beauty in her elegant sari, which accentuates her curves. With each gentle touch, he builds her confidence, making her feel cherished. Type Durab if you read till here. Their intimate moments are filled with laughter and warmth, creating a safe space for Kasturi to embrace her own desires for the first time.

On a magical evening, their chemistry culminates in a passionate embrace. As they kiss, he lovingly helps her out of her sari, revealing the soft fabric beneath. Together, they share an intimate act that leads to a profound sense of fulfillment for Kasturi. In the days that follow, she realizes she is pregnant, bringing a mix of joy and surprise. Reflecting on her newfound intimacy and love, she feels complete knowing she has finally embraced her desires and formed a deep bond with the young man who has opened her heart. Together, they are ready to face the future, excited about the journey ahead.

Got this idea that I really wanna do but I haven’t gotten a single request for it. Figured something must not be drawing people in. Any ideas?

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We fled the burning of our villages together. And sought the safety of the forest. We were so young then… children—with naught but the woodland spirits to keep us safe.

With a rather basic vocabulary and no earthly clue of our roots, we took after the animals. Walked on all four like that of wolves or leapt like rabbits on legs thick with muscle. And for a time, we were happy.

But as we got older… the sensations started. I often woke with a heart that hammered my chest like a deer-skin drum. We called the affliction Fireheart; a rapid heart-rate and an overwhelming heat that often started in the chest to then settle in our stomach or our loins. You often became wet, while I got hard. And none of us understood it. Truth be told—we feared it. We couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t fix it. All we could do was outlast it. But lately it happened more and more. I worried for you. And you for me.

Until one day... when we ventured north to ask the woodland spirits for help. And what they showed us... changed us forever.

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Hi! I've what I hope will be a real fun premise. We'll both be playing two people that have grown up together in the woods; free of outside influence. And raised purely by ourselves and by woodlands spirits that have kept animals and such friendly to us. But we're now grown and our bodies have changed. Both of us are horny as fuck. But we lack the knowledge of what that means to properly handle it. As such we've grown to believe it an affliction.

But that is until a woodland spirits takes us to look through the window of a nearby village; there we'll see a hard cock be rammed into a wet cunt. And together we'll go back home into the woods to discover for ourselves what this means.

What really attracts me to this idea is the lack of pre-established norms. If you're a sub or a dom or a switch like me--that's fine! But those dynamics will be established over time. For the start of this thing, it'll be a lot more innocent. I also enjoy the aspect of two people being very comfortable with being naked and seeing each other naked. And while at the start, they don't see anything sexual about each other; over time they'll transform in each other's eyes. And their casual nudity will start to mean something completely different to each other!

And so if this sounds interesting to you--then by all means hit me up! We can discuss our characters and any other overarching story we might want to add to this. Or, it could just be a very smut-focused slice of life!

Kinks aren't exclusive or required but do include dubcon, noncon to con, size difference, shortstacks, rough fucking, sloppy head, ruined makeup, sub/dom switching, power-dynamics, lots of cum, and more!

Limits: scat, watersports, vomit and futa.

Destined Death, our power, the flames with which we would slay the very gods and bring rise to a new age, one where the immortal no longer may hold their claim above mortals. Then it all ended. . . under the wretched Erdtree came anew the age of Gold and faith, the end of death and the beginning of the Immortal and with it came the very death of Mother. Gone was our power and ambition, locked far away within the shadows of the Witch Marika, now we were left destroyed and shunned from the Lands Between. For a time, The Godskins were left leaderless and their greatest power chained within the hands of that foul hound of Marika.

Then it all changed, the death of a man, no, something greater than, a Demigod, Godwyn the Golden, an Immortal laid lifeless in the Great Courts of Leyndell. It has returned to us, Destined Death and with it our powers come reborn with the black flames. It was as if the very stars came to me, a premonition one would say, a new Empyrean blessed by the two fingers to start a new age and surpass Marika. A prince of the duskmist would bring about a new age with his flames and the end of the Immortal. . . I had been chosen to continue the very dream Mother once so tirelessly pursued, yet an Empyrean, one who would become a new God, required something. . .a consort to lead about this coming era. I will not make the same mistakes as Mother, where she once held no companion by her side, that mistake will not stop me. A prince will surely find his lady even during these days of chaos and turmoil. . .

If you’ve read this far then thank you for your time and reading my little prompt with this story I had in mind, taking place in Elden Ring!

My character would be the Duskmist-Prince (Percival) the only child of the Gloam-Eyed Queen and current Empyrean following the teachings of Destined Death, seeking to become a god and bring back death for all things mortal and immortal. Being raised from birth to be loyal to his Mother’s Godskins and the rules of Destined Death, he seeks to undo everything unjust and wrong with Marika’s Golden Order, the immortality of the Demi-gods and the stain of legacy that Marika and her offsprings have left behind. With the shattering, Percival sees it as the Two Fingers and Fate bending to his will and is ready to take the reins and lead the Godskin and remake Destined Death just as his mother wished. Despite being someone to bring back literal Death, he’s rather passive, acting akin to an ambitious youth than someone with blood ties to the Queen who once made Marika fear the Black Flames.

With that said there could be a plethora of ways for the story to develop, perhaps a young and bold Tarnished crosses his path and thus joins the reformed Godskins, swearing their loyalty to the Prince and perchance becoming his consort with enough time. Maybe he simply meets figures who share similar ideals of his regarding their resentment to the Golden Order and Queen Marika? Or maybe it could be something else entirely!

As for lewdness, I’m looking for a nice balance with it and story, instead of just jumping straight into it, I’d prefer for a moderate or slow burn that can make sense, be it something depraved such as a consort chosen through some twisted or arcane rituals or a relationship made through genuine bond and affection like Rennala’s and Radagon’s.