Hi there.  The reason why I’m posting this here is because is because I need that sweet dopamine rush this is a prompt I used to have success with, but all the sudden all the replies have dried up.

I think the first time I posted this, I got three replies, which I don’t think is too bad for a M4F prompt, but after Christmas all the replies stopped.   I think the last five times I’ve posted this I haven’t heard anything.  Nothing.

So, I think I’m just looking for some general feedback here.  How is my writing?  Is the title boring?  Dothe ideas I listed suck etc?  I have thought about the last point particularly.  Maybe when people think of Lara Croft, they think about adventures and monsters, while my ideas are a bit more… slice of life… idk.

Also, any idea why all the replies suddenly stopped?  Have I simply gone through everyone who might possibly be interested, or is there be something else?  Maybe I should simply shelve this idea for a while.

Hello there!  I recently played the new Tomb Raider games and fell hopelessly in love with Lara Croft.  Lara is a total badass, and she is my second favorite fictional character, after my girlfriend.  So naturally I wanted to have some fun with her.  I have written a couple of shorts prompt that all could be modified and expanded upon and hopefully can be made into some really hot RP scenes.  

A Hard Workout

Sweat and heat were all Lara could feel.  Her muscles ached and her lungs burned for more oxygen, yet she could not rest yet.  The man behind her would not let her quit now, so with the last remains of her strength she raised her body from her squatting position.  She didn’t get far before her body betrayed her.  Her legs started to give way, and Lara was just seconds from tumbling backwards and dropping the heavy barbell on the floor.  That’s when she felt it.

The reassuring pressure of her personal trainer behind her meant she wouldn’t fall backwards.  Together, they managed to lift the barbell and secure it on the squat rack.  But not before their bodies had an effect on each other.

Lara couldn’t help but notice something long and hard pressing against her ass while her trainer helped her.  The feeling of his abs and chest against her back was also difficult to ignore.  Everywhere, his body felt so big and hard against hers. Lara wondered what he was thinking about.  Lara knew what she was thinking, the question was if she still had enough strength for another type of workout?

Locked In The Freezer

Mr. Winston walked down the hallway and into the kitchen of Croft Manor.  Lara was in the gym room exercising with her personal trainer as usual.   Lara would always emerge sweaty and winded after their session and with quite the appetite.  He must really give her a good workout Winston thought, as he could often hear them both panting and moaning heavily in there.  Determined to make her one of her favorite after-workout meals, he walked into the large walk-in-freezer to grab a package of chicken, only to hear a loud thud behind him.

One Hour Later

Lara walked down into the kitchen wondering what took Mr. Winston so long.  She found no one in the kitchen or any sign of food preparation.  Strange, it didn’t resemble him to be late with anything.  She had joked that she could time her watch after him on numerous occasions.  

Lara was just to walk out when she heard a banging noise coming from around the corner.  She determined that it came from the freezer and open it to see what the source of the sound was, and out tumbled a blue and stiff Mr. Wilson!

“Bloody hell!” Lara shouted horrified.  She noticed  that he was still alive, that was something at least.  Still, he was clearly severely frozen and needed to get his body temperature up and fast!  Lara reminisced and tried to think of the fastest way to bring someone’s core temperature up, then she remembered it.  

The body heat system!  With a nervous sigh, she started to undress.  

A New Career Path?

Lara Croft let out a giggle as her costar picked her up and threw her onto the bed.  She had never seen so many guys in her bedroom before.  The director, sound engineers, and a bunch of camera guys all littered her bedroom, and yet - there were only one guy she cared about at the moment - her costar who crawled into bed with her.  His dark cock pointing like a spear against her opening.

Lara had been surprised how little times had changed for the upper class.  As the Countess of Abbingdon, people expected her to simply host lavish tea-parties and go for leisurely strolls in the her garden.  While traveling all over the world, looking for ancient artifacts while battling dangerous wildlife and fanatical cultist only seemed to earn her scorn and disapproval looks from her peers.  If they only had any ideas of what her next adventure would entail..

That is why she now lay on her back, with a man she didn’t know, and with many cameras on her.  On one of the cameras, she saw a logo that she knew would from now on be synonymous with her name.  ‘Blacked’. 

Since so many people seemed to have an issue with Lara going on adventures instead of being a prim and proper lady, she really wondered how they would react when news got out that she had shot a scene for on of the most famous interracial fetish sites out there.  Scandalous doesn’t even begin to cover it!  The British tabloids would certainly have a field day.   The only way she could have created a bigger scandal, would have been if she had kissed a Fr*nch guy.  

(*Shudders*)

A Sliver Of Paradise

Heat.  Heat and sand seemed to be all that existed as the old beat-up jeep sped through the mighty Sahara dessert.  The driver looked over towards the passenger seat, and not for the first time.  The stunning archaeologist was busy poring over old map and ancients texts.   The air condition was not working, so they were driving with both of the side windows down - yet, a thin layer of perspiration covered her arms and cleavage.  At first they had been driving over smooth sand, but recently the terrain had gotten rougher, which caused things to shake and bounce…

The beautiful archaeologist met his gaze and he quickly turned his eyes back onto the dessert.  If she had noticed him starring, she didn’t say anything.

“The Nubian pharaohs initiated a revival of pyramid building when they reigned,” Lara said.  “The lost pyramid will be between the oasis and the mountain.”  

“Look over there miss Croft,” the driver suddenly shouted.  Lara looked and sure enough, suddenly the bleak dessert landscape gave way to threes, bushes and shimmering bright water.  It stood out almost like an island paradise of among the bleak landscape.  Without warning the driver turned the wheel and drove straight towards it

“I thought we could need a break,” he said smiling towards Lara.  “Last one into the water.”

Lara Meets A Fan

I was on vacation in London when I suddenly noticed Lara Croft waddling down the sidewalk.  She looked like a graceful penguin with gout.  I decided to follow her for a block, before finally working up the courage to ask her out.

“H-hello, I’m Anon. Y-you’re the prettiest girl I’ve seen all day,” I said, as I gently touched her shoulder.  “W-would you join me for dinner?”

Lara spins around nearly smashing me in the balls with an Abercrombie bag, before she stares intently at me for a few moments.  Then she breaks into a huge grin.  Her teeth looks like Stonehenge, just more yellow.  “YEH ORLRITE! FAK IT, WHY NOT? I CUD DO WIV SOME FREE GRUB ANNA LITTLE OF THE OL IN OUT!” Lara said.  I quickly grab her hand and go into the first restaurant I see that has tablecloths.  

“FAKKIN ELL! POSH ERE INNIT? GLAD I PUT SUM KNICKERS ON!” Lara lets out a little giggle that sounds like a horse with one of its legs caught in a wood chipper.

Head waiter gives me the stinkeye but leads us to a table.  Lara cocks her head and squints at the menu. “ERE NOW, WATS THIS SHITE? IT’S ORL IN FAKKIN FRENCH! OI CARNT READ THIS, I’LL END UP GETTIN A PLATE OF FAKKIN SNAILS WUNNOI?!?”  I look at the menu. It’s in English, just a fancy script

Lara shoves her menu at the waiter, “I WONT PIE AND MASH DUNNOI. PLENTY OF LIKKER ON THA MASH, GUV!” the waiter slinks away without even taking my order

Lara pulls a pack of Mayfairs from her cleavage and sparks it up.  Turning the bread basket into an ash-tray.  She starts rubbing at her crotch, before bringing her fingers up and licks them then cackles  “JOLLY FAKKIN ELL, IT’S ME TIME! OI LUV GITTIN SHAGGED ONNA RAG! GUNNA GOT ME POOR ARSE A PROPER SHAGGING!” I look over my shoulder and frantically signal the waiter for the check.

(Tee-hee)

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Okay, the last one was written as a joke, but the first three are available.  Or, maybe you have some ideas for what adventures Lara could find herself on - then feel free to share.  I love sharing and bouncing ideas back and forth, I often enjoy this as much as the RP itself.  

Though I’m not into any dark kinks like; non-con, blackmail or humiliation.  I want to go for something relatively lighthearted and fun.

I’m busy irl. with work, exercise and crying in the corner… so I prefer fewer but longer messages  over quick back and forth messages.  I tend to write 2-5 messages a day, with 3-5 paragraphs per message, and looking for someone who can match that.

Kinks:   Interracial, big cock, cock awe, lighthearted raceplay, excessive amounts of cum, cumplay, dirty talk, breastplay, clothed sex, groping, exhibitionsism&voyeur, enf, nervousness, mfm-threesomes, gangbang, dp, outdoor sex, criempie, pregnancy risk, aftercare, sloppy kissing, age difference, rimming,  thighjobs, clothed sex, aftercare, lighthearted themes and probably many more  

Limits: Scat, pain, violence, blackmail, bdsm, slavery, body mods, non-con, humiliation.

You can use whatever you want to reach out, but I want to use Discord.  Anyone, who wants to RP in the chat will be locked in the freezer!

Help me chalk this plot out properly. I am unable to describe how and what actually do i want to play out.

Ashley was thrilled as she and her family stood outside the airport, nervously. She could not explain it to her family, her husband, Mark and her children, Amanda and Rob, both into college, why was she so nervous and yet so excited. Nor could she have explained the immense wetness inside the weirdly short outfit she was wearing.

Finally as the silhouette of the tall, bulky man became visible, Ashley, almost whimpered and raced off to hug him "Dadddyyyy i have missed you" she said, hugging him, her heavyset tits almost crushed in his thick chest.

"So did i" came back the large baritone voice, the hand quickly brushing against Ashley's perfect bubble butt, before turning her around to greet his family, his son in law, a quick warm handshake and then his grandchildren, or should he say child and grandchild, because Amanda was also secretly his and Ashley's daughter.

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"But daddy, we promised, not anymore, not now when you are moving in to settle down with us" Ashley reluctantly shrugged away her daddy's hand. "Why don't we abstain for three months and see" Ashley suggested, despite badly wanting to jump into her dad's lap and have him fuck her to endless orgasms.

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Hey there fellow roleplayers, this is a slightly dark roleplay about a manipulative pansexual, older man in his late 50s, who decides he wants to move into his daughter's house, after he has handed over his empire to be run by his son in law and daughter. The dad and the daughter have been secret lovers since ages, even having a baby girl together.

I want the dad to manipulate his way through the family, fucking his way around, making them his lovers until he was the family under his absolute control, supported and helped by his daughter/lover undoubtedly.

Drop me a fine little mail describing how you are envisioning the plot, your kinks and limits.
I usually play only on DISCORD between 10pm to 5am PST.

I would like to ask your oppinion on this prompt. Would something like this work / gather interest at all? Where are areas that could use improvement / more depth?

My phone tells me that it's almost out of battery, but maybe that's a good thing. I had left for a walk in the middle of the night after restless tossing and turning because I once again went to bed scrolling through the news, looking for any kind of positive development to lighten my mood.

I come up on a corner, where a soft glow emanates from a fogged up shopfront. I'm by no means new to this part of the city, yet I didn't know there was a coffee shop around here that was open at this hour.

From the chill darkness of the night, I can barely make out what's inside, but there seem to be a few guests.

The jingling of the shop door signals a couple's departure, their hushed conversation barely audible over the echo of their steps. The image of them walking off into the distance, him leaning into her affectionately, has me briefly looking at them in thought, a longing feeling making itself known.

The squeak of the door slowly swinging shut has me instinctively reaching out to prop it open so I can enter, before I let go of a breath I wasn't aware of holding. Even though I feel tired, the chocolaty aroma of fresh ground coffee beans that washes over me makes my mouth water for a simple mug of hot black coffee with a dollop of whipped cream on top.

I let my eyes wander along the walls adorned with hand-painted vistas of sunny coffee estates and related equipment. There are just a couple of cosy bench seats set into dimly lit nooks that look like one could close a curtain for even more privacy. The jingling behind me signals the door has closed behind myself, urging me to step forward to the counter. A man slowly shuffles up to the counter from the back, where he was disassembling a coffee mill. The little brass name tag announces him in curvy painted letters.

"Welcome to 'Howie's Steamy Tales', are you expecting someone or are you OK to be seated with someone else?" This older man with a calm, almost grandfatherly presence is the namesake proprietor of this place.

I only half listened to his introduction while looking at a display of coffee beans in various states of roasting, and now he's motioning for me to follow him to the main seating area along the walls of the café.

We're passing one empty nook after another, led by his soft albeit limping steps until we come to a stop at the nook occupied by a figure whose outline I can barely make out by the shadowy projection on the curtain. The figure shifts slightly, maybe in anticipation.

I look at the man who led me here, puzzled, as he steadies a slight tremor of his right hand, which is probably not uncommon for people of his age, against his other. My body adjusts to the warmth of the room, so I open my zip hoodie, retrieving a cloth to wipe condensation off my glasses.

"This is your spot. Now, if you'd like something to drink or eat, please discuss it with your seating partner; they'll be able to signal for me to take their order." His voice is soothing but commanding, so I nod and take a seat across from you instead of questioning further, gathering myself to make an introduction. Maybe this stranger has answers for me.

So, this is my first prompt and I hope you like the setting! If this prompt might feel a lack of direction, it is because I want it to be versatile.

I'd like to see where your character takes this. Perhaps they know more about this place than my character does? Maybe you have an uncommon dynamic you'd like to see played out? Let's discuss where we could take this by adding drama, conflict or challenges to overcome.

My character is as an extension of myself, with some tweaks and artistic liberty, therefore reading my profile is the one requirement you need to meet when messaging me. My profile posted to R/DPPprofiles

Please message me via PMs, we can switch to Discord once we agree to set up a role-play.

I sighed softly into the mirror as I gave myself a critical once-over. I never thought I'd have to go on a 'first date' again, not since we'd been married three years ago, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. "I still can't believe I let you talk me into this," I frowned over my shoulder at you. The skirt was too short, coming up well above my knees, and the padded bra made me look way more endowed than I really was. "I only want to be with you, that's why I married you." The low heels clicked softly against the bathroom tiled floor as I slipped them on, my stockings rasping gently as I stepped into my shoes. "It's just dinner, anyway, it's not like I'm going to kiss him or anything," I say, but my voice sounds hollow to my own ears, and the fluttering in my stomach isn't going away. "And when I get back I'll tell you all about it, and I can show you why you're the only man for me." I batted my eyelashes at you and smiled. "Just keep your phone on you, okay? I might need you to come and pick me up from the world's most boring date."
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I stepped out of work, still wearing the smart business outfit I'd picked up earlier this week, fingers already plucking my phone out to call you before I even get to my car. "Hey, honey!" I chirped at you, unable to stop myself from smiling. "I'm sorry, I'm not going to be able to stop by the house before tonight. The salon was able to fit me in for a last minute appointment, and I won't have time for dinner before my date." I tossed the little overnight bag into the passenger seat as I slid into the car, setting down the phone as the car picked up the call. I glanced around to make sure none of my co-workers were close enough to overhear, and I let my voice go soft and sultry. "Just think how soft and smooth it will be for you tomorrow when I get home," I teased, the familiar excited feeling rising through my stomach. More and more it seemed I was excited all the time, and I squeezed my legs together in anticipation. "I'll be all yours by then, and I know how much you love claiming me back after my dates. But I have to go, okay? I love you!"
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I crawled in tight between your spread legs, my pink stained lips trailing small wet kisses up one side of your cock and down the other. "It's such a small, unimportant thing," I continued, lavishing my attention on your pulsing shaft, making sure my warm breath flows out over your hips as I kiss and lick at your most sensitive areas. "You've always wanted me to give you more blowjobs, right?" I tease before leaning forward and letting my red tongue lap tenderly at your balls. I make sure to look up at you through my dark lashes, your hard member smearing wetly across my face. "Well now you can have as many as you want - every single day. I'll be your obedient suck-slut of a wife, just say the word and it's yours." I'd never spoken to you like this and it was embarrassing, but something in me was spurred on by how wrong it was. God, my body felt like it was on fire. "I've gotten a lot better at this, you'll see. You won't even miss the other thing." You'd seemed so big when we got married, and I had never managed to take all of you in my mouth - but after Marcus I was pretty sure I could swallow you whole without even gagging. I dragged my lips from the base of your shaft to your tip, leaving a pink smear of lip gloss shining along your length. I could already feel you pulsing, this was going to be easier than I thought. I placed a kiss on your cockhead, batting my eyelashes at you again, a small feeling of victory washing over me. "I knew you'd agree, baby. I can suck your cock any time you want - but my pussy belongs to Marcus now."
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"A-aah AaAAHH!" I felt my lungs searing as I clawed at your hands, clutching anything within reach as yet another orgasm tore through me like a living beast. I'd lost count of how many that was, but the overfull feeling of an incredible cock battered away at my oversensitive sex. My cheeks were burning red, my chest a splotchy mess, and I gasped for air as the waves of pleasure wracked through me. "God I fucking love you!" I cried, literal tears welling in my eyes, but the sensation was relentless as I was being pounded into oblivious from behind. My breasts were bouncing around wildly, occasionally bumping up against the hard stick of your cock. I was supposed to be sucking your dick but that barely even registered anymore, Marcus was giving me his all and it was everything I could do just to hold on while he fucked the soul out of my body. "Ugh... uh... Ungh!" I could feel another brutal, relentless orgasm already chewing its way up through my body. For the briefest moment my green eyes met yours, but then they rolled back in my head as the hardest orgasm of my life plowed through my body like a freight train. Warmth bloomed inside of me as Marcus filled my body with his cum, and I moaned and shuddered as I squelched around his divine cock. In the blaze of orgasmic bliss the only thought that formed in my cum-drunk being was that I was Marcus's fucktoy now.
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Thank you for reading my cuckold fantasy prompt! I am looking for a man to play this out with, either as my husband or as the bull, starting around the first date with another man. I left my looks a little vague because I want to match your preference, but bonus points for anyone who wants me to play as Asian or Latina - I am absolutely addicted to BWC. I want to delve into fantasies with this prompt, so please message me (not chat) with your description and kinks list. I promise I will do my best to respond to everyone who can send me at least a paragraph describing what sort of scene they are looking for. The only things I think need to be included are cuckoldry, and some sort of denial for my poor husband. Thanks again for reading, and I really do hope to hear from you!

Kinks: Cuckold, Slutty Clothes/Behavoir, Denial, Corruption, Breeding, Chastity, Age/Size Gaps, Power Imbalance
Limits: Bathroom Stuff, Permanent Damage (like scars), Gore, Overt Violence

I’ve been thinking a lot about the role of feedback and criticism in this particular subreddit. I had some thoughts that I want to share about the best way to handle feedback, but also hear what other people think.

TLDR: Don’t just take the advice you’re given. Filter it through your tastes and what you want to do before making any changes. Ultimately what you think of your writing is more important than what we think.

One thing that makes me sad is when someone posts a prompt, I give some advice and a few days later they come back with a prompt that follows my advice and is worse off for it.

And it’s not that my advice was bad advice (usually) or that they did a bad job. It’s just that the way my suggestions got integrated didn’t work.

And that got me thinking about what the purpose of the advice given here really is. And I think it’s to try to open up a different perspective.

A while back I posted a prompt here. I figured that since I give so much feedback here, I wanted to experience the other side. A lot of people gave me some very good feedback and… Most if it was only kind of useful. A lot of it was right but it didn’t point at the big issue in my prompt.

So while the advice given wasn’t what I needed, I got to see how people were reading what I had written. And that showed me what the big problems actually were.

And I think that kind of has to be true for all the feedback and all the writers. If some feedback I give makes someone go “oh yeah! I get it! That was it!” Then I want them to use it.

But, if they think “I don’t think so, but nothing else is working…” then it might not actually be worth using in a revision, and definitely not worth committing to, or making a whole new prompt around the idea.

There are a lot of reasons that some advice might make a lot of sense, but be wrong.

Sometimes the advice is from the wrong angle. So when I give advice, is a pushy switch really the person they need to hear from? I know next to nothing about lots of communities, standards and kinks. All I really know is what I like and don’t like.

Sometimes the advice is counter to your intentions. Sure, it’s generally considered good to not define your partner’s character. But if you absolutely want to write across from a hard boiled redheaded detective, then that’s what you want and it should stay.

Sometimes the advice is just bad. I told someone once that the banter between their characters was the best part of their writing and to lean into it, but it made the prompt worse in other ways.

And what this all means is that you shouldn’t just follow the advice you’re given most of the time. Think about it, see if you agree with what’s said, or are curious about how it goes. See if there’s an underlying idea that makes sense to you. Experiment with the ideas that come up.

But you should definitely not write what we say to write in an effort to try and make the people in the workshop happy or meet our standards. What’s important is you and what you think of your writing.

Well, that’s what I think anyway. I suspect other people will have different ideas about how to handle feedback. I am, after all, a sunflower, and that means I have pollen for brains. So please help me out, share your thoughts, and cover some of the ideas and angles I might have missed.

This rp revolves sound a popular theme on here- swinging! And to be more specific, and experienced couple that are happily married, and decide to go down this path.

Id love to explore how the couple decides to go down this road, or maybe gets exposed to it (by a friend, by chance, etc.), leading into themes of swinging, sharing, hotwifing, among many others. If you like, we could also go down an NTR route, and so much more. This is open ending nature of the prompt is on purpose, and we can customize it to fit your ideas and scenes as needed! On the flip side, if you are a man, I’m happy for you to play a couple and for me to play another, and we can definitely discuss the themes we’d want to involve in this combination.

Again, some ideas on how they were initially exposed could be a simple party, maybe a chatty co worker, or an ad that one of us saw on Instagram! (Likely inspired by our porn search history hehe). Let’s discuss this and brainstorm together!

Please feel free to reach out with ideas and thoughts on Chat or Message (Preffered). I don’t do Discord, and please be willing to write 1-3 paragraphs (as the situation demands). I look forward to hearing from you, and thanks for reading!

Kinks- Cheating, sharing, impregnation, breeding, race play, swinging, outercourse, cum on clothes, CFNM, corruption, Leather pants, leggings, thigh job, ass job, cuckolding, cuck-queening, breast/ass envy, voyeurism, exhibitionism, NTR, cum play, and many others.

Limits- Scat, Gore, Vore, anything illegal or underage, any form of no consent (include dub con, non con and rape)

College so far had been great! It was already november in your freshman year and everything seemed great! You had a full ride sports scholarship, Your classes so far seemed so easy! Everything was fine!

Well, that was until you got an email.

"Dear (My new pen pal) This is your Creative writing professor Dr. Danvers. I'm emailing you due to a concern for your absence, and lack of work in this class. While coming to class is optional, and understandable as it is an 8am course. But you have yet to turn in any assignments for the semester. It is of extreme importance you begin working in this class, as the end of the semester is quickly approaching. Currently if you continue with the class and turning everything in, the maximum grade you can earn is a D

My office hours are 7-8 Am, and 4-5 Pm every day. Please feel free to come in and see me if you have any questions

Best
- Jacob Danvers"

A D however was unacceptable, with a D you'd still lose your scholarship as you needed to maintain a 3.5, GPA each semester. Hopefully this english professor of yours would have an ounce of mercy, and you could work atleast something out with him!

(Hi! I hope you enjoyed the post! Somewhat quickly, but the premise is all there! In a response I'd love just for you to introduce your character, and tell me what her sports scholarship is for!)

(Kinks: Teasing, Seduction, Groping, Cheatplay, Public, Risky, Cumplay, Breeding, Begging, Whispering, Slutty outfits, Creampies, Facials)

Limits: Blood, Gore, Bathroom, Beast, Rape, Dubcon

(For workshop) I know it's short! I've written this prompt before with more detail but for some reason my mind is blank on how and what to add to this! Please help!)

When [Husband's Name] wakes up in a hospital bed, his mind is a blank slate. The woman at his side—his wife, [Wife's Name]—is a stranger to him, though her tender touch and tearful smile stir something deep within. Doctors call it retrograde amnesia, erasing years of memories but leaving his personality intact.

As [Husband's Name] returns home, [Wife's Name] strives to help him reconnect with their life together. From their shared hobbies to their favourite holiday destinations, she paints a picture of their love story—but carefully omits one crucial detail: their marriage revolved around an unconventional dynamic. For years, [Wife's Name] had been the centre of their hotwifing lifestyle, a choice they embraced together to deepen their trust and intimacy.

Despite her efforts, small cracks appear in her façade. Offhand comments from friends, suggestive photographs, and the faint remnants of passion stir his curiosity. Why does she seem hesitant at times? Why do strangers look at her with knowing smiles? And why does he feel a strange mixture of jealousy and excitement he can’t explain?

As their connection begins to flourish anew, [Wife's Name] must make a choice: Should she reveal the truth about their relationship, risking his trust and stability? Or should she wait, hoping his memories—or his desires—will resurface naturally?

Hi, I'm a 31-year-old male from the Netherlands, looking for a long-term partner who shares a passion for storytelling and exploring intricate, fictional worlds. I enjoy creating narratives that delve into deep emotions and complex relationships, and I’m seeking someone who appreciates the art of imagination and collaboration. If you’re interested in building something meaningful through creativity, let’s connect and start weaving a story together.

I’m interested in building a university campus where K-pop idols can go along with their siblings. This campus exists so they can study in peace without fans overwhelming them. The setting is exclusive, and everyone there knows each other’s secret, which leads to complex relationships between idols and their family members. If this sounds intriguing to you, keep reading for the story ideas I have.

I’m open to using K-pop idols like Jisoo, Nayeon, Sana, Ryujin, Karina, IU, Bae Suzy, Seulgi, Yuna, or Yeji, or even popular Twitch streamers and influencers, allowing for fresh dynamics and creative directions. With so many vibrant personalities to choose from, the possibilities for an engaging and unique story are endless!

You can either contact me directly or read further below for some potential story starters!

Potential Starter 1: Christmas Reunion

It’s the Christmas season, and the university campus designed exclusively for K-pop idols and their siblings is filled with festive cheer. Among the students are Lalisa, a renowned K-pop idol, and her younger brother, Riemer, who has just enrolled in the same university. After years of being separated, Riemer has moved into Lalisa's dorm to rekindle their sibling bond. What starts as a celebration of their reunion quickly takes a complicated turn when emotions and attractions begin to surface.

Lalisa, who has always been protective of her brother, is thrilled to have him around again. However, she’s also hiding a deep, unspoken affection for him. Yoohyeon, Lalisa’s girlfriend and an idol in her own right, has been an integral part of Lalisa’s life, but as the Christmas decorations go up, a strange tension develops between the three.

Riemer is excited to be near Lalisa once again but struggles with growing feelings of jealousy and attraction to Yoohyeon. The proximity of the three, coupled with the intimacy of the holiday season, forces them to confront the feelings that have been simmering beneath the surface. As the snow falls outside and the warmth of the holidays settles in, the trio finds themselves caught in a web of complicated emotions, where family bonds, forbidden desires, and unspoken attractions intertwine in unexpected ways.

Potential Starter 2: A Rivalry Reignited

At the university, two K-pop idol sisters are caught in an intense rivalry. The older sister, Jisoo, is a polished and beloved idol, admired for her graceful public image and professional career. The younger sister, Ryujin, has a rebellious streak—her raw, unapologetic approach to music and fame has gained her a loyal but controversial following. The rivalry between them has always been deep-rooted, but it intensifies when their identical brother, newly enrolled at the university, becomes involved in their lives.

Jisoo, the older sister, is initially seen by her brother as the ideal woman. Her poised nature and grace captivate him, but as he spends more time with Ryujin, he finds himself drawn to her daring, free-spirited energy. While Jisoo is focused on maintaining her image, Ryujin struggles with being overshadowed by her older sister’s fame and seeks emotional liberation through her brother’s affection.

At first, the brother is attracted to Jisoo’s composed and elegant demeanor, but his growing connection to Ryujin makes him question everything. Jisoo, noticing the subtle distance between them, begins to rely more and more on him to maintain her sense of control. But Ryujin, rebellious and fiercely independent, starts to find solace in the brother’s presence, understanding him in a way no one else does.

The tension between the sisters escalates as they unknowingly compete for the brother’s attention. The rivalry becomes personal and romantic, blurring the lines of loyalty, love, and competition, forcing the brother to navigate this emotionally complex situation.

Potential Starter 3: Reunion in Disguise

Mina and Joy, two K-pop idol sisters, have always kept their identities hidden from their peers at the university. Despite being raised separately, the sisters are unknowingly attending the same university and decide to attend an exclusive masquerade ball, where they can enjoy the night without anyone recognizing them. The night is full of allure, mystery, and intrigue, as they both share a craving for freedom from the pressures of their idol status.

At the ball, the sisters are drawn to two identical brothers, who are also attending the event. The brothers, raised apart and unaware of their shared connection to Mina and Joy, find themselves captivated by the two mysterious masked women. The connection between the siblings and their estranged family remains unknown as they flirt and enjoy their night of freedom.

The night takes an unexpected turn when Mina and Joy end up in a private bedroom with their brothers. The chemistry is undeniable, and the masks come off, revealing the truth: these are their long-lost siblings. But the emotions they’ve shared in secret cannot be ignored, leading to a passionate and intimate encounter where family bonds are tested in a way that no one expected.

Hi new to this. Thought I'd get some feedback Here is one of the ideas I had

Having a fantasy about being a stay at home dad and dropped off my child at school for the first nursery school. it's only a few hours a day for the kids for now. I don't know what to do with myself. Some of the other mums are going for a coffee, while the kids are at nursery and invite me along. We talk about our kids and how it's strange having this free time now. Some of the moms aren't keen on me being there and I split off with a couple of them to a separate table. We really hit it off together. One of them starts saying that she feels like it's been hard work getting back in shape and looking after the little one. I tell her she's silly and she looks great. She thanks me and turns shyly. It was a great time and it flew by. Soon it's time to pick up the kids again. We go to leave and on the way out, the mom that I complimented walks with me back to the nursery "Did you really think so?" she asks "Did you think I look great. My husband hasn't looked at me in the same way since the baby" I tell her that he's foolish and maybe she should try some sexy lingerie for tease him. She touches my hand with excitement and says "Do you think that might work?" "I think you'd look amazing and I'm sure he will to" We go to pick up our kids "until tomorrow,I call out"

It's just an idea and a bit of a slow burn. I'm just imagining that she's got a lot of pent up desire that she needs to unleash. And her husband still doesn't see it. Happy to change things to fit preferences.

What do you think?

(I really hate the title, not the main focus of the feedback I am looking for but if you have any ideas for a title change that would be great. I tried writing a little different this time. I am trying to not leave this plot to open with three main paths. Not sure if my comments at the end are too bitchy or too much. Haven't been able to test this one out because I posted F4M and then tried to repost F4GM.

Also where is the best place for someone to post solo smut writing, getting pretty burned out by RPs not going any where. Starting to enjoy posting in this reddit over actually rping lol)

I took this job with the promise of an easy job, how hard could working in a maid cafe be. Obviously it was a little humiliating to be dressed up like this and the customers were sometimes complete creeps. Things were manageable at first but then another cafe opened up near by. As soon as that happened it started an arms race between the two businesses, girls were signed up to non compete contracts, gimmick nights were tested, the girls were expected to do more and more to satisfy the customers. At this point the cafe was close to offering happy endings.

I stood at the back door puffing on a cigarette, I avoided hanging out with the chefs as much as I could. They had taken full advantage of the situation by getting in the boss's ear about who was preforming well and who wasn't, so girls had to be extra nice to them when the chefs wanted something.

"Hey Lucy, you wanna smoke all night we will send you out to hand flyers on the street."

Greg shouted over at me, being put out on the street was the worst job around here due to the amount of drunk guys who loved trying their luck. I took one last drag as I walked over to the bucket and tossed my cigarette.

"Boys might need some help later in the kitchen."

Greg said with a smile as I walked past him, I held back from rolling my eyes until I closed the door behind me. I walked through the kitchen without any incident which usually meant the place was busy so the chefs had to be working. As I pushed through the door to the restaurant my hunch was proved right, the place was rammed.

"Hey hun, now where am I am going to put you today."

Lisa had a huge grin on her face as she looked over her diary. She loved holding her power over people. To be perfectly honest I didn't care where I was going, but I played along with Lisa's power play to help stroke her ego.

(Hi there, to avoid the risk of leaving this too open ended you have three options for where I am going in this work shift.

1. Helping in the Kitchen
2. Waitressing
3. Handing out flyers in the street

Hopefully from those three options you can think of a fun situation for us to play out, if not probably a waste of time reaching out.

Examples of ideas I don't want: Inviting me to your place (being in public is a key point of this plot) Any form of non con Throwing money as a way to skip build up or to make up for a lack of charisma

I might cone across as bitchy with that last part but with plots like this, people always want to skip any form of build up or tension.

If you start your message with your kinks, limits, character descriptions, why you are interested in playing this RP and most importantly where I will be working tonight. Then we can brain storm ideas together or you can just tell me yours.)

(The story part of this post is castration free, that's in the author's notes at the end so if you just want to read feel free)

Grimgee’s hand worked tirelessly preparing a banquet for one of the tavern's big nights. The Hunter’s guild always had a massive hunt at the beginning of spring and it had just ended. The hobbit knew that once the hunters were done selling their hunts and gathered materials, they'd be looking for a place to eat and rest. As his knife cut and diced the potato for the stock stew, he fantasized about the compliments. Being a serf, praise seemed to only come from those who ate his food and he hated that his lord never so much as thanked him after a big day like today, let alone an average night. ‘It was his family's recipes that even attracted the hunters to begin with,’ he thought as he dropped the spuds into the stock. He didn't dare say anything out loud because if the free staff heard and told the hellish tavern owner, he'd have to stir the fireplace with his bare hands.

The cubby chef groomed himself as the pot of veggies and warg meat rendered to his famous stock, eagerly preparing for his one night of kindness. Thankfully, it was a slow morning so he could just prepare his meager kitchen. That was his morning, dreaming of happy patrons, until he heard the dark voice of the innkeeper.

“He’s a treat, if a bit ugly,” Grimgee pressed his ear to the door as the voice approached, they had to be talking about him and that was the first good thing the innkeeper had ever said. “Squat, hairy, and fat, but he's a damn good cook!” A stranger replied, “Well I'm sure if he's even a quarter as good as you say, my lady will be pleased with her gift. Now tell me more about his healing…” The hobbit pulled back in horror.

Tears began to well up, he was sold before he could have had his day. Soon, Grimgee’s sadness turned to a deep rage. If he couldn't have his day, they couldn't have his soup! He brought out one of his few processions, a massive old pot with a latching lid that sealed with a ring of dried leather. The hobbit placed a colander over his pot and strained the stock. Grimgee's new lord would have bought him and the only place the recipe existed was in his head, the food was him.

Grabbing nothing but the pot and his serf hood, Grimgee emerged from the kitchen, his eyes still red from a bit of crying. The innkeeper grinned, “Gee-gee, you master has seen fit to bless me by selling you.” The bastard mocked Grimgee by speaking in hobbit, this was thankfully the last time he'd ever hear the innkeeper assault his tongue.

Following the stranger, Grimgee had to dodge the horse droppings that littered the street ahead of his bear feet. It wasn't a long walk before, thankfully being lifted into a cart. “I used to be a serf you know…” The stranger started but the hobbit had stopped listening, his rage giving way to a melancholic curiosity. The hobbit started a silent prayer, ‘Gods, please let my new lord appreciate me… a-and let them be a marcher lord so I can see more than just Oakbridge… and have them let me learn to read…’ Many ‘ands’ later, Grimgee came to terms with the unknown and waited to meet his new master.

(Heya! I'm looking for a long-term story focused roleplay!

There's a deep desire to be the domestic partner and healer, so story is a must! This is because time must pass to have laundry to do, meals to cook, wounds to heal, and don't even get me started on how hot it is to have a loving relationship that is a secret.

That being said, smut is why we're here, so here are a few of my things.

Compliments are a quick way to get me to become dough in your hands. It was a solid focus of my plot but I can't stress enough how much a good boy can mean.

I like free use and forced orgasms, make me cum at inconvenient times and use me as you please. My character is conveniently crotch height for many fantasy races. There's the obvious thing like cunnilingus but I also love grinding too. Humping him just to leave pussy juices on his shirt is very welcomed!

There should be loads of ball squeezing and a scene where a single testicle is given to your character. It's a commitment thing for me, not a humiliation, feminization or demasculinization, so don't use it like a punishment. A slave could never give a noble a ring, let alone buy one, but he does have a matching pair that he could share with her or, preferably, that can be requested.

Breeding is hot and I love a domme who pins me down for some risky creampies whenever she gets the itch to do so. Bonus points if there's a cheating element.

If you're interested, feel free to chat or PM me! Please, lead with your kinks and a character, so we can start building things into a story.

My limits are feet, hyper, littles, scat, and piss.)

Mondays. Miranda drained the rest of her shot glass. Mondays.

She looked up and tried to catch the attention of the waitress for another drink. The pretty one, not the fucking bitch who always wore way too much perfume. There was a way she smiled at her. Maybe she had a crush on her. Miranda always found herself quietly hoping someday she might chat her up around closing time, maybe get asked out.

She hated being single. Aggressively single. Fuck.

Miranda eventually managed to get that refill, and that lovely smile from the waitress. Her eyes scanned the bar, which was moderately busy tonight. It was always a little more crowded on Mondays. Everybody hated Mondays. Maybe she should get together and fuck some guy after chatting about it. Her slightly tipsy mind swirled again with foolish hoping, as she sipped at her drink. Mondays.

There was a hand on her shoulder. Miranda found herself instinctively tensing up. Not particularly because of the physical touch itself – she was used to men hitting on her every other night. No, it was the feminine touch behind it that caught her off-guard. She turned, watching as a woman sat herself beside her in her booth.

There was something about her that irked her. The proximity in which she stationed herself, the way she looked at her with eyes that seemed to already see her with her clothes off, it was something. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. But she knew she felt uncomfortable, and that she was not that desperate. Did she really look that desperate?

"Uhmm..." She said, shifting her shoulders to face her. "Hi? Can I help you?"

“Help me?” The stranger smiled. “Can I help you? I know a girl desperate for affection when I see one. And you are oozing with desperation.”

Miranda felt a hand slowly creep up along her skirt. She flinched. But didn’t scream, didn’t swat it away. She was fully conscious of it, or at least her increasingly spinning mind would like to think.

“So… what do you want from me?” Her words slurred. She was right, she did not have all her mental faculties together.

“What do I want?” The woman repeated thoughtfully. “Well that’s quite simple, really. I want you to feel good.”

Higher and higher her fingers went. “Spread your legs,” The stranger’s voice was low, a soft suggestion that came out like a command. “I’m going to touch you.”

Hiya! First time giving this whole workshop idea a shot. This is an older prompt I wrote about a year ago that had a pretty weak response, was hoping to get ideas on how to improve it and throw some extra spice into the mix. All critique and comments are welcome!

Winter Break is over, New Year's is fading, and I'm in the local big box getting a few things for classes when I hear a honey-dipped voice call my name from behind.

"Mr. Cleary, is that you?

I see the mother of a past student. Then I see her all-grown-up-now Daughter a stride or two behind her.

“Mr Cleary, it is you,” the daughter chimes as she steps toward me for a hug.

“Rose Lamme” her name come back to me instantly. “So good to see you guys,” I smile, returning Rose’s hug and casting a glance over her shoulder to her mother.

We chat for a while, and mom tells me Rose always loved my class, had nothing but good things to say, and has mentioned her experiences positively more than once as she begins her senior year of college.

“It’s been that long?” I smirk, shaking my head.

We wrap up our reminiscing, and as they pass in the aisle Mom gives my arm a squeeze. Looking into my eyes, she smiles, “Thank you for all you do, Mr Cleary.”

“Thank you, Mrs Lamme, take care,” I reply, smiling.

Before I leave the store, my phone buzzes and it's a text from Rose with a silly-tongue-sticking-out smile while flashing finger signs!

"I'm home for a few days, I'd love to see you again, Mr Cleary.”

And as I get home, getting my household items out of the bags and leaving the school stuff in the car, another text buzzes in.

“It was great to see you, Mr Cleary. I'd love to grab a drink and catch up if you're free sometime. 💕 Betty.”

Mrs Lamme gave a pretty smile with the early evening darkening sky and pretty little house in the background.

I smile shaking my head wondering what Mr Lamme would think.

(Thanks for the workshop-- I'm having trouble getting this to work, it never seems to find a partner. Is it just an idea that doesn't have wings? Any feedback, criticism and suggestions will be appreciated.)

The small male's wings delivered him around the camp, he dipped into supplies he'd brought from the feywild to build a flavorful meal out of the hunted and gathered food supplied to him. He couldn't hunt, fish, pitch a tent, or even protect himself really, but he was currently with a woman who could do all of that. The meat looked juicy as he placed it aside and so did the butter and cheese oozing down over the steamed potatoes. He smiled at a job well done. Surely, she'll be pleased with at least the meal.

He could see her returning with water from a wooded area in the distance. He wondered how she'd react, especially since he slipped the bindings. His golden scales glistened in the setting sun as he flapped his dragon-esque wings, and his autumn yellow skin contrasted with the verdant green of the field they made camp so there was no hiding even for his narrow frame.

His mind went to the fae wild, his plane of origin. He was an outcast there on account of his draconic bloodline magic often manifested at the worst time. When he refused to learn fire starting techniques and simply used his magic or breath, he was degraded and labeled a lazy freak. His family refused to try his cooking, his normal siblings often said he carried illnesses. That's why he ran away and this large lady seemed like the best option to find a home, so he didn't really want to hide. He felt safe with her despite all the binding up until this point, as she had already killed bandits and even other people looking to sell his bits on the magic ingredient market.

The fact her culture castrated their males after the females were satisfied by the amount of offspring a marriage yields, intrigued him. “It's just a second permanent commitment like marriage,” the fairy told himself, “and I'd give anything for a loving home.” His words barely left his mouth as he heard a stick snap behind him. The small male jumped and began to stammer out, “I-I made us dinner and washed your clothes.” He presented the still steaming plate of food

(I'm looking for quite a bit of building up before any smut in a long-term story focused roleplay! The fairy is based off the Dungeons and Dragons race so expect an elvish hobbit with wings and not a Tinkerbell type. Story-wise, I'm hoping for a slow-burn romance as your character detains mine for one reason or another. Perhaps, you're playing a paladin who's order tracks extraplanar entities or you're a bounty hunter looking to sell me to a wizard who always looks for ingredients. Whoever you decide to play I'm hoping to work at that cold exterior to find what's underneath.

Chat me with your kinks, character idea(s), and three things to help build out the setting!

My limits are feet, hyper, littles, scat, and piss.)

I was originally going post an prompt I have on those single-line-ad subreddits, work up a writing sample to seeker in private. However, I kind of like the sample I was working on and it's gotten decent enough, I wonder if it will just look nicer if I just posted that as an ad.

But now I am wondering how to format it. Most text-only or text-focused prompts seems to be an interesting opening to the plot they wanted. You know, world building, setting, a spicy and interesting opening sequence.

I wrote the sample to more to reflect what I could write in the roleplay. Writing as the perspective of multiple characters I am willing to play, dialogues and descriptions, detailed actions. I don't think I have seen anyone post something like that in a prompt.

Should I revise the draft to more like other posts? More of an opening sequence to hook other people? Does anyone have good experience just posting a long sample of their writing? I guess this is a more open question than specific to my situation.

The small male's wings delivered him around the camp, he dipped into supplies he'd brought from the feywild to cook the hunted fish, rabbit and gathered potatoes. He couldn't hunt, fish, pitch a tent, or even gather on this plane, but he's currently with a woman who could do all of that. The meat looked juicy as he plated it so did the butter and cheese oozing down over the steamed potatoes. He could see her returning with a deer in the distance. He wondered how she'd react, especially since he slipped the bindings. His golden scales glistened in the setting sun as he flapped his dragon-esque wings, and his autumn yellow skin contrasted with the verdant green of the field they made camp. He may not be welcomed yet, as a fae he's an outsider here, but his draconic blood made him an outcast back home. That's why he slipped through the fae crossing to begin with, so even if he did run, not only would he stick out like a sore thumb, he'd have nowhere to go.

"Halt? I'm not going anywhere!" He responded as she came closer. He was about to deploy the oldest fae trick... Just making shit up! "What do you mean I'm trying to escape? You caught me fair and square and that means I'm your husband now!" He then presented the meal to try and side step an immediate interrogation.

(I'm looking for quite a bit of building up before any smut in a long-term story focused roleplay! The fairy is based off the Dungeons and Dragons race so expect an elvish hobbit with wings and not a Tinkerbell type. Story-wise, I'm hoping for a slow-burn romance as your character detains mine. Perhaps, you're playing a paladin who's order tracks extraplaner entities or you're a bounty hunter looking to sell me to the wizards college who always looks for ingredients. Who ever you decide to play I'm hoping to work at that cold exterior to find what's underneath.

Chat me with your kinks, character idea(s), and three things to help build out the setting!

My limits are feet, hyper, littles, scat, and piss.)

WHAT AM I DOING WRONG!??? I’ve been posting this for ages and responses are absolutely drier than the sahara. I’m going absolutely fucking crazy, someone, anyone help me! It’s not just this one story, is it my style? My energy? I’ve had 0 interactions and reception in a damn month for anything.

(Prompt starts)

This intro is SUUUPER Long! TL:DR, A college nerd buys a cheap dating sim game based on Warhammer’s chaos gods. It’s a classic creepypasta posessed game, that leaks into his real world! 4th wall breaks, mind-bending horrors beyond comprehension, dates with girls who constantly shift from cutesy to horrific to deformed, yet all seeking attention and affection.]

“Huh. Novel.” Travis chuckled as he browsed through the Valve Halloween Sale. One of the cheapest games was called “The Great Game”, an absolute violation of copyrights, by being a dating simulator blatantly stealing from the Warhammer franchise. The 0.99$ price tag was appealing, but he was still interested in checking out the description.

Suffer the throes of The Warp, and LOVE!???!??! Enter the idyllic seaside town of- Weird. The description was glitched. What followed was a short bit of corrupted text, clearly just gibberish. Coming to town for vacation, it’s time to let the void shields of your heart down and let these divine dames inside to FEAST ON YOUR FLESH! Take them on dates, offer them worship and sacrifice, buy them presents, and win their unwavering and unfaltering attention as the all vie for the largest portion of your soul! How romantic!

Already bored, he blasted through the following paragraphs, only taking in some occasional words like “contract for your soul”, “forgo the rights to your pelvis”, “nurgle will not be cleaning her clothes”, yadayadayada. With a soft raised eyebrow, he scrolled back up to the top and watched the price fall down in real time. 88. 77. 66. 55 cents! Now, Travis simply HAD to buy it. With a quick click, sad reflection at his dwindling budget for the week, he got up to get ready for the day while the game downloaded.

Taking a look around his studio apartment, he took in a deep breath. Nothing special. Nothing beyond the bare necessities, the occasional piece of nerdy memoribilia. But it was home. Standing up from his gaming PC, he took to his clothes rack and put on another standard outfit. A t-shirt with a vague logo on it, though today he added a second layer of a bright pink hawaiian button up, and some flavor of cargo shorts. He never had a fashion sense, and often dressed for comfort. His rectangular blue spectacles hung askew on his face, long due for a replacement he couldn’t afford.

Hopping back in his comfortable rolling chair, he opened up the file and opened the game. From a black screen with a grey eight-pointed star in the center, a purple and pink menu loaded in with voices saying “The Great Game”! An audio file must have been corrupted. There were four romance options, and yet he heard more than that when the title was read. Well, it was only half a buck. Clicking through the setup, he settled in to the small session he could fit in before his next set of classes. It was pretty cute! The girls were well-designed, at least. Khorne was a buff, rowdy, comically bone-headed tomboy jock. Tzeentch was an eccentric shut-in, who liked to infodump about seemingly random tidbits of information. Slaanesh was the campus ‘party girl’ with a total tsundere vibe. And Nurgle was a pudgier, gamer-best-friend and shut in type of girl with a truly massive green hoodie.

There wasn’t really much to complain about, but not much to rave about either. After the initial set up, he closed out of the program and threw the strap of his book bag onto his shoulder. A million eyes watched him from every inch of shadow as he left his apartment and slammed the door behind him. Feeling lightheaded, Travis leaned against the railing while taking the stairs down to his bus stop to his college.

On the ride over, the large young man sank into his corner seat, earbuds playing the soundtrack to one of his favorite games. Like normal, the bus he was on drove under a bridge, casting darkness over them, and changing the world as they passed through the other side. As they passed through the light, mold and rust and seeped into the panels, every other rider now a rotting and bloated cadaver. A rancid stench filled his lungs and wrenched out a coughing fit, yet, once his eyes opened back up, everything was normal.

Shaken, once he stepped on campus, he hurriedly made his way to his composition class for his Animation Degree. Mild construction on his usual route. Damn. Hopping around the block, a sudden traffic jam prevented him from safely heading to his backup route. Turned around, his attention was caught by a hummingbird, flittering past a woman sitting below a tree. She seemed aloof and reclusive, so he made his questions about where to go quickly. The girl answered coldly and quietly, with both a matter-of-factness and sly smile just odd enough to make him doubt her. Thanking her nonetheless, he rushed to his class, following her directions to get to the building on time.

Hopping into one of the elevators, he made a curt nod to a student already in there, before pressing the button to the correct floor. On the ride up, the box shook violently, sending the purple and pink-clad student tumbling forward. In a moment, she spilled a cup of scalding hot coffee on his chest. He screamed in pain as his shirt was now steaming, burning morning joe rolling down his stomach. Before he could recover, he felt her body push against his, hands cupping his crotch and beginning to massage it without remorse. The conflict between his burnt skin and the pleasure caused him to short circuit for a few moments, until the door opened and… she was gone. The coffee, the pain. All gone.

Something was fucking wrong. Getting into class, he was covered in a nervous, cold sweat. He didn’t even notice the butch woman next to him roughly shove a piece of paper in his pocket before leaning over and gripping his ass. With a jump, he checked out the words on the paper. “We’re going out now.”

WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HAPPENING!?

Sorry for that! I know that was a crazy stupid long intro, but I hope you understood by the end why I couldn’t really keep it short. This roleplay is a lot of things, and I don’t think for a lot of people. That being said, hope you understand the vibe I’m going for! Little bit of Eldritch Horror, little bit of Doki Doki Literature Club, and some game/real world crossovers in a reality bending rom-com! (Maybe not always funny, but Nurgle’s laughing.)

We’ll be following the courtship of animation student and gentle giant, Travis O’Brien! After making a contract unknowingly by purchasing a cheap dating sim game, Travis is now the center of a courtship game between the gods of the Warhammer universe! Khorne, God of Blood, Violence, and Honor. Tzeentch, God of trickery, deceit, and knowledge. Nurgle, God of Pestilence, Decay, and Finality. And Slaanesh, God of Unspeakable Excess. These beings are now in a divine pissing contest over who can win over this mortal’s heart.

Problem is? They’re still horrific, unscrutable gods of chaos. Sure, they’ll SOMETIMES take their video game forms. But maybe they’ll possess someone Travis knows. Or a total stranger. Or as a gust of breeze. Or the sound of heavy laughter. Let’s get weird with this shit, y’know? Have sex with a concept shit.

All kinks are negotiable, limits aren’t!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, romance, affection, non/dub con, stalking, sneaky sex, public sex, clothed sex, outercourse, milking, overstimulation, bruising, marking, mild pain, bondage, spanking, pegging, creampies, facesitting, group sex, posessiveness, horror, rimming, toys, demons, unconventional sex, and some more. Less popular: Sweat, Musk, Watersports, Armpits Limits: Chastity, Cuckold, Sexual Gore, Sexual Violence, Needles, Scat, Diapers, Smegma, Dirty Feet, Torture, Guro, and Snuff.

Hope to talk soon!

[F4M] Desperate College student turns to stripping to pay for college [long term]

Amy didn't want to be doing this tonight, but her money was running out. Her parents had already given her more than they could afford to. All for what to brag to the other Chinese families in the area or their friends back home that their daughter was attending a famous college. She was trying to push the thought of them out of her mind as she tied her bleached blonde hair up into a short pony tail. Clients liked it when you turned up with your hair prepared for 'business' was what Emily had told her.

Girls used to strip or maybe do porn when they needed money, but with the Internet spreading clips around. There was too big of a risk of Amy's friends or worse family finding out, especially when factoring in her mixed race and the Internets love of wasian women recently. So Amy's friend Emily had suggested joining her by working at a strip club to pay the bills. Emily was even going to help with Amy's makeup and look. It wasn't Amy's usual look black lipstick and thick eye liner, that was part of the goal though to look unrecognisable.

The only thing Amy was wearing tonight that was actually hers was her black tights and boots. The tiny skirt that Emily had given her barely kept the lacy black and purple panties hidden when Amy walked. The tube top held together by a single clip was on the limit for Amy. With an oversized leather jacket, she felt covered up enough to step outside her apartment.

She checked her phone hundreds of times on the ride over, the cab driver clearly knew what was going on, and kept trying to adjust his mirror. The motel was exactly the kind of shady she expected. The cab driver offered her a free ride if she could spare eight minutes, not that she would have taken his offer anyway, but she certainly thought she was worth more than a cab fair. She walked through the car park quickly, not wanting to make eye contact or speak to anyone she didn't have to.

The bouncer let her in the back door with minimal small talk. Emily told Amy that this place was a serious operation and that she'd be taken care of here. The training was a lot harder than Amy had really thought it would be but by the end of the day Amy actually felt confident enough to think she could actually do this.

(I think this is a pretty classic plot but one that I really want to try, especially long term. Main problem I am having is people are interested but no one has really grabbed on and taken the reigns like I thought they would. I am worried that if I write in examples of where the story could go then people are just gonna get stuck on those ideas.

I want to jump around in the story with time skips, slowly showing how she goes further and further. Maybe things really work out for her or maybe her life goes off the rails. I want to build different stories with different people and not just go through the same motions with a bunch of people)

“Strip,” I command, my voice calm and unyielding, my eyes meeting yours as a flicker of hesitation crosses your face. You stand before me, bound not by chains, but by the agreement you willingly signed, fully aware of what it entailed. Slowly, your hands move to the zipper of your skirt, reluctance evident in your movements.

“I… I didn’t think it would be like this,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, but you know your protests are futile. You made a choice, and now, you’re living with it. The skirt slides down, followed by your blouse revealing your bare skin, the curves of your body exposed. I take in every inch, admiring the sight before me.

Your eyes drift to the bed where the outfit I prepared for you lies in wait—a short plaid skirt, a cropped white blouse that ties just below the chest, knee-high socks, and heels. The sight of it makes your lips part, a soft gasp escaping as you glance back at me, uncertainty etched on your face.

“Put it on,” I say, my tone leaving no room for debate. You hesitate for a moment, but you step toward the bed, your trembling fingers picking up the skirt first. You pull it over your hips, the fabric barely covering your thighs. The tight white blouse follows, tying snugly beneath your chest and leaving your midriff exposed. The knee-high socks hug your legs, completing the look I envisioned.

“This is… humiliating,” you whisper, glancing down at yourself, but your words carry no true resistance. You knew what would happen if you were to back out of the deal. I let my gaze travel over you, taking in the way the costume fits you perfectly—exactly as I planned.

“Good,” I murmur, stepping closer, my eyes never leaving you. I sit down on the bed, patting my thighs. “Now, lay on your stomach, over my lap.”

You obey, trembling as you lower yourself across my thighs, your exposed skin brushing against the fabric of my pants. Your hands grip the edge of the bed as your breathing quickens, and your body shakes, trying to suppress your tears. The vulnerability in your movements makes the moment even more striking.

I place my hand firmly on your ass, rubbing it slowly, feeling the tension radiating through your body. The skirt is so short it barely covers anything, leaving most of your skin exposed to my touch. “Who’s been a bad girl?” I ask, my voice low, savoring the way your humiliation lingers in the air, knowing full well you’ll comply, just as you agreed.

The Debt Servitude Act was passed during a period of economic crisis, driven by intense lobbying from industries and financial institutions that lobbied lawmakers to push the legislation through. The law created a framework allowing individuals to voluntarily enter contracts to erase their debts in exchange for a fixed term of total servitude to employers. These employers were granted nearly unlimited authority to assign tasks, provided they caused no permanent physical harm. The law also permitted the formation of servitude companies to purchase and manage debt contracts, which could then be sold or transferred. Early termination reverted debts to their original amount, ensuring participants’ compliance. Hastily designed and minimally regulated, the law addressed immediate economic concerns but sparked controversy over its ethical implications and power dynamics.

Sarah graduated several years after the Debt Servitude Act was passed, entering a world where the system had become an accepted, though controversial, part of society. Saddled with $150,000 in student loan debt and struggling to find stable, well-paying work, Sarah saw the servitude program as an opportunity to erase her financial burden within a year. She hastily signed a servitude contract without fully understanding the extent of the law’s provisions. Unaware of the immense power it granted to employers, Sarah was blindsided when her debt was sold to a newly formed servitude company and she was assigned as a personal assistant to the company’s owner.

Jon is a sharp, ambitious lawyer known for bending the rules when it suits him. He built his career defending criminals, not out of principle, but for the money and the belief that everyone deserved representation. When the Debt Servitude Act passed, Jon saw opportunity. He studied the law closely and quickly realized how permissive and poorly regulated it was, granting employers nearly unlimited control over participants.

Seeing his chance, Jon established a debt servitude company and used it to “lease” participants as personal assistants to his legal firm for the duration of their contracts. These assistants were bound to follow his every instruction under the broad terms of the law. For Jon, it was a perfect arrangement: cheap, obedient labor that catered to his every whim, all while staying within the legal framework. To him, the system was an opportunity to profit from others’ desperation while maintaining a veneer of legality.

Hi, I hope you like my prompt! I’m trying out something that is a little bit different than my usual prompt. The above proposed scenario is an example of the kind of thing I am going for, but I am open to your ideas

In this roleplay I’ll be Jon, a man with a goal of using you for his own amusement be it sexually or otherwise.

I could play Jon as the lawyer, but I am open to pretty much anything. He could be someone from your life or a stranger. It could also be a different kind of debt. Maybe you know him and you borrowed a lot of money from him and you enter into a contract with him to pay it off. We could be University classmates, professor/student, boss/employee, neighbors, etc. Open to all of your ideas.

Jon is a 27-year-old, white, 194 cm tall man with a clean-shaven beard, short brown hair, and brown eyes.

Jon’s personal assistant is a woman in her 20s to early 40s. She is in a very desperate financial situation. She has to be attractive and skinny/slim with no unrealistic sizes. Everything else is up to you.

Kinks: dom/sub, outfit control, humiliation, blackmail, bondage, spanking, paddling, orgasm control, orgasm denial, edging.

Limits: Death, gore, scat, piss, animals, unnatural proportions, limbless, furry, incest.

Writing Style and Preferences:

• Contact me through Reddit chat so we can discuss the prompt. I am open to rping in messages or chat.
• I try to send at least one medium-length message per day. I usually try to match my partner in length and pace.
• We can make this as dark as you are comfortable with.
• I can RP any day (except Monday and Saturday) between 21 and 23 CET (Central Europe).
• If you want a kink not listed in my kinks and limits, just ask! Open to new things.

First Message:

If you’re interested, please send me a message with your timezone, tell me if you are rping Sarah or a custom character, a brief description of your character’s looks (this can be words or a photo ref, but the photo can’t be an unrealistic character like from anime), her personality and a bit about her life. Include specific kinks and limits and scenario ideas you’d like to explore. Put I accept the terms somewhere in your message if you’ve read the whole post.

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I tried posting this, but got no responses and am looking for some feedback.

I was practically living the dream at this point I had a nice house, a great car, an absolute dream, and the perfect family. My only real problem was how my job affected my family life. My wife Lea could accept that it provided our family with good money but there was a certain awkwardness that came with being the manager. We tried to limit it by moving as far away as we could which gave me a long commute but limited how many people would recognise me. Eventually, the local families found out but most were understanding and didn't make drama about it. Others weren't so understanding and didn't bother me though everyone has an opinion and if they didn't like me because of how I make my money then I didn't want them to be my friend anyway.   

With kids at college, I had to make sure that business stayed good. My Lea didn't understand how much work I had to do and forced me to take some time off during the college holidays, despite knowing it was my busy season. I didn't want to admit it but it was good to relax for a few weeks to spend time with my daughter Emily. I got to hear about all the adventures she was having on the other side of the country, she probably wasn't telling me everything but I probably didn't want to know everything either. I could sleep easy knowing she wasn't going to end up like some of my staff having to strip to put themselves through college.

As much as I wanted to stay away I had to get back to work to keep my finger on the pulse of the club. I went in early to make sure I could catch up on paperwork whilst not being bothered with whatever went wrong while I was away.  I had practically just stat down when I got a knock on my office door. Janice sheepishly poked her head in the door. "Sorry to bother you this early Tony but there is a girl here for an interview," Janice said softly, whatever sob story the girl had about why she needed the job had worked on Janice. "Not looking to take anyone else on right now and you knew that before I left." I groaned as I tried to organize my desk trying to ignore Janice. “You like her, great body and very eager,” Janice said biting her lip whilst holding back a smile. “I am gonna need to get the paperwork sorted out first, so tell her to come back another time.” I said sighing knowing this battle wasn't worth fighting.

 “I already got everything written out.” Janice said pulling a folder from behind her back, her smile now impossible to hold back. I rolled my eyes before leaning back in my chair. “So you filled out the paperwork but I still have to interview her.” I said flicking my pen around in my hand while I tried to figure out if I was being pranked. “Well, I am only assistant manager so you still have the final say.” She said walking forward into the office and closing the door. “I have already interviewed her and she seems solid, just need to make sure she can perform.” Janice walked across the room and took the pen out of my hand. “Don't say I am not good to you, first day back and a fucking knockout is waiting to give you the VIP treatment.” Her hand was now rubbing my shoulder. 

“Fuck it, not really giving me a choice anyway.” I grunted as slapped her ass before I stood up trying to act like this was a great hardship. “Vip room three boss, she waiting.” Janice whispered in my ear, she had clearly missed me while I was away. “I will deal with you later.” I said laughing as I walked out of the office. I didn't see the mystery girl as I walked through the club which made me a little anxious as I got to the Vip room. I got comfy on the couch while I waited for the curtain to be pulled back. The VIP rooms gave absolute privacy, it had a mini stage, a pole, and were completely soundproof so that the music from the rest of the club didn't distract from the mood…. That and it meant the girls could offer a real VIP experience          

I knew I shouldn’t have taken this job.

That’s the thought that has been going through my head ever since I got the call that the big boss wanted to talk to me. I remember as soon as I entered the elevator, there was a part of me that so desperate to just take the thing to the ground floor, burn my ID badge, and go and live in the woods with a dog and a can of beans.

But I’m more of a cat person and, honestly, who can afford beans in this economy (especially without a job), so I take the long trip up to the top floors. The ride up I think about how exactly I got here and why my life specifically is being chosen to become a living bureaucratic hell.

My Dad, well my biological father, is the head honcho for R&D for The Hestia Corporation’s Pharmaceuticals Division. All that means is that he makes new pills to make folks fatter or skinner depending on their preference. As a sort of stipulation to my parents parting, my mother made sure that I would have a job at the company when I got out of college.

So for the past few months I’ve been a cog in the accounting department, filling out spreadsheets and writing in my spare time. I honestly think I am pretty good at both, but apparently not because today I got a call that one of the Heads of the Company wanted to see me.

The elevator door opens and I’m led down a hallway to a woman in front of a beautiful black oak door. She tells me to go on through, and I nod. I do my best to smile and not look at her rack, and I’m pretty sure I only do the first one well. What can I say? I love big tits on older women.

It’s sort of been a recurring thing in my writing. A dominant older woman preys upon a young man. He protests, but she is in a position of power so she has her way with him. She reveals her massive tits and drains him with her-

You get it, right? I mean, who doesn’t want to call a hot older woman Mommy? It’s what every red blooded American wants and anyone who says otherwise is a liar.

I walk through the doors and see a well decorated office, but that doesn’t hold my attention as much the woman behind the massive desk at the end of the room. She was probably in her late forties, but Jesus she looked good. Her outfit barely concealed her huge breasts, and as soon as I entered I felt like I was going to get a lecture for staring at them.

I feel my cock start to stretch against my pants as I make my way into the room, taking a seat in front of the desk as I try desperately and fail to not gawk at how gorgeous this woman is.

“What can I do for you Mo-” I stop myself from making the biggest mistake of my professional life.

“Mooaaaa-Ma’am?” Great, now things definitely won’t be awkward.

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Hey there! I hope that my prompt was entertaining enough. :D

You can call me Bear and I hope I can call you Mommy. This is a little prompt about a young man getting roped into the world of a powerful older woman. I hope that together we can write a wonderfully sexy story involving your character dominating me in public (nothing too terrible please), and then being the most delicious of power bottoms when the doors close. I swear, I want to be called a ’Good Boy’ at least once ever three or four messages. Haha (just kidding, unless...)

This isn’t going to be a thing where I get angry as soon as you tell me to shut the fuck up and demand you suck my dick. No. My character will (begrudgingly at first) be yours to command until the two of them develop more and more trust.

As the story progresses, I hope you would be alright with playing more female characters and I can introduce more males to make this whole thing a whole lot sexier.

I am a pretty detailed writer, but I am also a grown ass man with a job so expect a longer reply once or twice a day. I wish I had time for more, but such is life.

Here are some kinks I feel will be relevant:

Confidence, Outfit play, Clothed Sex, CFNM, Large breasts, Breast Play, Group Sex (FFM/FFMM/Generally More Women than Cocks), Rough sex,Deepthroating, Throatfucking, The Sloppiest of Toppies, Spitplay, Drooling, Hairpulling, Spanking, Age Gaps, Interracial/BWC, Praise Kink, Hold the Moan, Gentlemen, Anal, Toys, Shower sex, Tease. And More!

Lastly, my limits -

Excessive Violence, Impregnation/Pregnancy, Animals, Underage, Pegging, Sounding, Sissy, Genital abuse.

Imagine

You and I, always on the road A couple of gangsters, not in it for the money
But for the adrenaline rush, the cold sweat
Outlaws that chose to go off the beaten track
The true freedom with a like-minded freak

Up to no good because of a dark past
Things we want to leave behind us
We had enough and there's no way back
No need to behave, just enough bullets Together let's burn the candle at both ends

How did I meet you? When, why? 
I think you were the spark that lit the fuse
A U-turn now would blow us to smithereens
Only way left is straight away, full throttle
Before they come to hang us high

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Settings, characters and RP

There was a time without credit cards or cashless payments. Motor cars replaced horses not so long ago, bank robbers hid their faces with a scarf and you most likely had to pay extra at the hotel for a bath, running water not yet being a thing everywhere.

There were still saloons with the classic piano, low-quality beer, daily fist fights, surprisingly friendly and gorgeous girls asking for drinks, tables seized by card players.

In many small towns, they took the law into their own hands, playing poker against locals was a popular hobby, while winning against them wasn't especially good for one's life expectancy.

I'd like to enjoy a road trip in the wild wild west in your company.

My character:

Theodore is another tall dark stranger everywhere he goes. Who usually becomes known after his stay, though, quickly famous for being a bad motherfucker leaving bullet holes in people on his way. Posters with his face badly drawned and WANTED written on top aren't uncommon in major cities.

If you ask him, he'd prefers 'Theo', though. As long as he can remember, only his mom, rest in peace, ever called him 'Theodore Salter', and most of the times just to scold him. Yes, even your favourite badass villain had a mom at some point.

A stetson hat, a coat, boots that used to be brown. A holster and a revolver. Dark hair, dark eyes and a stubble, he is not deprived of humor but this trait tends to be useless when they are fifteen, heavily armed and all come for him.

He is only wanted in three states so far and doesn't feel quite well about it. There is definitely room for improvement. He is beyond redemption, if not on the highway to Hell yet, at least on its freeway ramp. He used to keep a count of the people he killed but he gave up since he's not very good at numbers.

The outlaw loves coffee, playing cards, his steak rare, killing people he doesn't like, listening to violin, giving and receiving oral sex and cats.

Theo can be easily distracted, especially by her. He could, he will make bad decisions, he is full of resources but definitely won't emerge from all situations unscathed. The only person that really matters to Theo is his partner in crime.

Your character:

I'd love you embody a crazy bitch with killing tendencies, indulging in murdering people on the go. Think about a kind of Harley Quinn with guns laughing out loud while shooting anything that moves. I mean, that's the general idea, you're welcome to make it your own.

No regret, no remorses, they're on the road to perdition, nothing will stand in their way. In his eyes she's clever, she's sexy, she's dangerous, skilled with guns, she would often surprise him, even scare him, she earned his respect long time ago and she's the only one he'd blindly trust no matter what happens.

In many places people also happen to see her face with the same capital letters WANTED on the top and the artist would better hide pretty well because she's quite more beautiful than this pitiful portrait. Obviously.

I'd love you tell me what she looks like, what she enjoys and hates, her pet peeve, her guilty pleasure, what's her quirk when she's bored, anything you could think about her.

With such a streak of corpses in their wake they probably won't be able to count on anyone else than themselves, I'd therefore want them to be accomplices, recklessly hurrying to meet their destiny. Let's rob, mug, cheat, steal and kill who stand in their way.

Each new stage of their trip, of their constant run, are a new occasion to explore different things or kinks, I'd be happy you decide with me where their adventures lead them, what is their next challenge to face together.

Let's get it started

They were sitting in their car a few minutes before attacking the local Standard Oil branch. They have been inciting the clerk to drink a lot too many whiskey shots and he told them all they had to know. They have been spying on the guards for two days and they are about to break in, take the money and leave no witness.

Theo checked his guns and looked at her doing the same. Twenty-four bullets to get rid of four people could appear to be overkill but they had to be ready to shoot once leaving the place with the money bags.

Their plan was then to drive to the next city before giving a chance to the head of the local law enforcement forces to find back his pants, busy as he was in bed with the most charming girl of the saloon.

They thought about everything, time to let guns do the talking.

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OOC, kinks, means of communication

Chatting OOC to set up the plot, the OCs and the world will be required and also very welcome during the RP. I want a partner who feels free to explain what she wants to enjoy the story at all times. It's commonplace but communication is key.

About me, shortly: I'm a 42 yo male, my time zone is CET+1. English isn't my first language but I have been roleplaying for years and rarely run out of ideas. I'll be writing in 3rd or 1st person according to your preference. 

I will not ask you anything about yourself, will not send you dubious pics nor ask for any. I'll adapt to your message's length, the whole point is to leave open choices for each other so we both have an impact on what happens.

My kinks include: complicity, flirting, seduction, humor, dirty talk, stripping, fingering, spanking, biting, mutual masturbation, threesome fmm, oral, anal, sweet & rough sex, aftercare and many more indeed.
Limits I can think of are underage, incest, toilet stuff, animals.

Let's discuss this plot together. I can RP here via chat or messages, or on Discord if you prefer.
I will answer to everyone who shows interest so think about your character and hit me up!

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V2. This prompt has been edited the 8th of Jan around 23h30 CET to follow precious advices provided

A Little Flavour Text for the Vibes

The heat of their bodies surrounded her, a living, breathing cocoon of touch and motion. Every sensation was distinct yet blended seamlessly into the next—strong hands gripping her hips, warm lips brushing against her neck, fingers tracing delicate lines down her back. She felt claimed in the most exhilarating way, the center of their focus, their collective energy pulling her deeper into the moment.

Each man brought something different: a steady presence, a teasing touch, a firm grip that anchored her when the sensations threatened to overwhelm. The contrasts made it impossible to anticipate what would come next, and that unpredictability heightened everything. Her breath hitched as hands intertwined with hers, grounding her, even as others explored her body with a mixture of hunger and tenderness.

The room was alive with sound—low murmurs, soft moans, the occasional laugh breaking through the intensity. It was chaotic, but not in a way that felt out of control. She felt connected to each of them, their movements creating a rhythm that left her floating on the edge of sensation, fully present yet untethered.

There was no room for overthinking, no time to process the sheer magnitude of it all. It was raw and intimate, a cascade of emotions and sensations washing over her—pleasure, trust, vulnerability, and the sheer thrill of being completely immersed in their shared desire. Every touch, every kiss, every glance met hers with the same unspoken promise: she was wanted, cherished, and utterly free to let go.

A Few Concept Story Ideas

1. Tasteful Porn Shoot (Ersties kind of style)

Our main protagonist on set of a female-friendly porn studio describes her fantasy to the camera with a directional Q&A, before living out her fantasy alongside a cast of curated men. There is a specific video that lives rent-free in my brain involving group sex made by the Ersties studio, that pretty much perfectly plays out the casual passionate, and friendly 'vibes' that I am searching for with this. I can provide a link if you are interested.

2. Pre-drinking with a friend-with-benefits & his housemates (College setting)

The classical tale of lowered inhibitions amongst college friends and escalating stakes of sexually charged drinking games with challenges and playful competitiveness fuelling the fire. Our protagonist being the only female participant naturally has a large amount of attention shone her way, not that she minds that at all. Also I do have a particular game in mind to play this out with that I'll need to explain to you, but am very open to discussing whatever ideas you have too.

The above can also be played out as a reunion of college friends when they are a bit older and are playing games as a means of nostalgia, which naturally gets out of hand.

3. Backpacking Through Europe/America & Rooming with A Friendly Group of Guys at a Hostel

Similar to the above idea, but add in meeting new people and a holiday mentality for further lowering of inhibitions. Sharing travel stories and having a good time with a few drinks and games leads to some awesomely beautiful chaos.

4. Music Festival Debauchery

I've always found music festivals in the summer to be an occasion where everybody is able to act on impulses and just be more care free. Meeting a new group of friends with a shared interest in music and spending time with them camping/campervan, and our lead character just being her natural slightly slutty self leads to some interesting group sex in an interesting setting.

5. BYOS - Bring Your Own Story

Specific Kinks to Potentially Explore

Group Sex & Centre of Attention, Casual Relationships, Progressively Escalating Sexual Stakes, Teasing & Flirting, Friendly Good Natured Relationships & Realistic Characters, Competitive Nature, Passionate-Rough Sex, Light Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Performative Oral Sex, Performative Masturbation, Sex Toys & Improvised Toys, Cum & Spit Play, Realistic Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Overwhelming Senses & Emotional Responses, Praise & Dirty Talk, Flexibility, Light Bondage, Naturally Lightly Submissive Natured Female to Lightly Dominate Males

A Full Detailed Personal Kinklist

Thanks for reading and I look forward to hearing back from you.

Further reading if you would like to know more about me - My DirtyPenPals Profile

I was elbow-deep in a box of kitchen stuff when the knock came. It wasn’t timid or rushed, more like someone who knew they’d get my attention sooner or later. I sighed, wiped my hands on my jeans, and headed for the door, trying to shake off the exhaustion from moving.

When I opened it, there you were, standing there with a basket in one hand and a look on your face like you’d just won a game I didn’t know we were playing.

“Hey,” you said, leaning just slightly on the doorframe. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Thanks,” I said, a little thrown by how confident you seemed. My eyes flicked to the basket—wine, two glasses, and a card tucked in like it was an afterthought. “This is... nice of you.”

You smiled, not in the polite way people usually do, but in a way that made it clear you had more on your mind. “Well, we like to take care of new neighbors around here. Make sure you feel... welcomed.”

I nodded, not really sure what to say to that. “Well, uh, thanks. I appreciate it.”

You tilted your head a little, letting your gaze drift past me like you were checking out the place. “Looks like you’ve got your hands full with all the unpacking. Just you?"

I smile, "yeah, just me".

She smirked, "Need a hand? I’m pretty good at making myself useful.”

I blinked, trying to process whether you were being helpful or... something else. “That’s... generous of you, but I’m sure you’ve got better things to do.”

You laughed softly, stepping just a bit closer. “Not really. Besides, first nights in a new place can feel pretty empty. It’s always better with company, don’t you think? Should I come in and help break in the place?”

Hello, and yheks for reading. The original idea was one I had about a woman coming over to a new neighbor and welcoming him with sex. Possibly this woman does this with every man, perhaps she's the local whore Milf?

Maybe there's neighborhood committee and decide that you should be the one to welcomee.

As for my character, I just made it to where I was a single guy. But that's open to change. Maybe I have a girlfriend who's not home, or she is home and you welcome us both.

Kinks: costumes, orgies, threesomes, handjobs, blowjobs, fingering, face sitting, oral, teasing, JOI, Anal, DP, toys, dominant woman/femdom, forced orgasms, forced creampies, forced premature, humiliation, public, and more

Limits: blood, pain.

Except for my naturally-blue hair, I always thought I was a normal human. I knew my mother had been an adventurer and would never talk about my father, so I assumed she had had some kind of encounter with a monsterguy, her pregnancy resulted in her retirement from adventuring, and I was a halfbreed. It wasn't until I became an adult that I started noticing the...changes and confronted my mother about my origins.

It turns out I am half slime. 'Slimegirl' is technically a misnomer because all slimes are technically hermaphroditic and might adopt whatever shape helps them capture prey or avoid death - more intelligent slimes often take the shape of humanoid females for both reasons, and can have fairly normal relationships and interactions with humans. Because of my mother's contributing human X chromosome, I am always biologically female.

My skin and bones are practically unbreakable and almost infinitely bendable. With concentration, I can reshape my body to a great extent, and when I relax I revert to sort of the 'average' shape I've been holding for the past several days. For example, I can make my breasts bigger as long as I'm thinking about it, but I'd have to keep them that size most of the day for several days for them to stay that size while I'm asleep.

The other thing is...I get really wet. I sort of...sweat slime. Any amount of arousal or exertion - sexual pleasure or just running up the stairs - gets me wet all over. Needless to say, this has been a lot to get used to in my personal life, and a lot for any prospective partner to wrap their head around.

My stepmom always wanted a girl to throw a Quinceanera party for, but she never had a daughter. But on my 20th birthday, she decided that girl would be me. “Maricona!” she shouted at me, dragging me to the and driving to the dress shop. Taken to the back of the store, I would walk through rows of beautiful quince dresses until reaching the one I liked the most - a pink ruffle dress with rhinestones all over the bodice. Taking the dress down from the hangar, I would hand it to the store owner who would take me to the try-on area. First, she would get the crinoline and put it over me, 6 hoops wider than my body is tall. Then, she would put the next petticoat on, helping me get the door filling volume for my quince dress.

WOW I think to myself when you pull out the breastplate. Those boobs are huge. I’ve secretly been waiting for this day. I reluctantly let you slip the breastplate on me. It feels so…perfect, as if it was made for me. The crinolina is big…really big. It so massive I have to arch my back to move further away from the hangar my wrists are still tied to. Its diameter is easily bigger than I am tall…that’s not saying much though. Then the dress…the dress…it’s so…dreamy. My mouth drops when you told me I was caught looking at the magazines… I thought I was so discreet. I look down to pretend to be ashamed. I just stop putting up resistance and let you turn me into a Quince. When you put the dress over my head, I almost get lost in the fabric until you and Gloria force my head through the corset. Gloria fluffs the dress over my crinolina while you tie the corset. All I can hear is the ruffle of the dress over the crinolina. I stare up at the ceiling as I can feel you tightening the corset around my chest. Normally, the corset would be super loose, but the breasts added so much volume to my chest it fitted very tightly. “Hmmmph,” I moan as you tighten the dress around me. It’s too tight. “I can’t breathe,” I mutter to you. You don’t say anything. “Maricona!” you mutter. You only tighten it more. When you’re done tying it and you tuck the lace into my dress I can’t feel my chest anymore. When I look down all I can see are my new breasts and a sea of pink fabric ruffles all around me. I hesitantly go forward to the booth without saying a word. Even if I wanted to say something, the corset tightened my lungs so much I couldn’t get anything out. The carpet feels rough on my bare feet as I walk on over to the booth. Is this what girls feel like? I think to myself as I struggle to walk with the 20-pound dress. It feels so…heavenly.The tight ribbing of the corset would keep my posture perfectly straight and prevent any boyish behavior. When she was done lacing me up, I would look in the mirror. Every trace of masculinity was gone, and now I looked exactly like the girls I saw at parties five years ago, straight out of the magazines. Now, I was a Quinceanera - I would be wearing a huuuge dress, a curly brunette bouffant wig, high heels, pink gloves, and a sparkly tiara necklace and earrings. I would walk around the store to practice being a girl - instead of swaying my hands back and forth like a boy, my glove encased arms would rest on my ruffles and layers of petticoats. As I walked in my heels, all I would feel was the corset tightly caressing my stomach and my breastplate. As my pretty ensemble rustled as I walked throughout the store, the 20 pounds of organza ruffles was a huge difference compared to my boring blazer and slacks. As I curtsied in the mirror, I was Josie.

Hi! I’m a guy (fem name Josie) who wants to RP as a 20M forcibly feminized to wear a Quinceanera dress, becoming a pretty girl. This can have any backstory, but these are some ideas I’ve thought of so far:

• parent who doesn’t have a daughter so they force their son to be a Quinceanera
• quince dress shop owner makes their male employee model dresses
• magical pan dulce that converts a masculine guy into a quince

Interests - Forced Feminization, petticoats, fur coats, sissification, humiliation, bimbofication, corsets, boob enlargement, butt enlargement, chastity, makeup

Dislikes - Torture, gore, bathroom play

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Hey girls, I'd love some feedback on how to convey the sounds and sensations of the transformation! Are there any parts that I should go deeper into detail about?

I’m looking to do a plot where a group of about 4-6 girls (this can vary heavily depending on what you want) are tricked, forced, or convinced to compete in a game show that will be a constant barrage of embarrassment and humiliation. The main type of humiliations the girls will experience, are thingsl like spankings,wedgies, and strippings.

The girls can either be fictional characters, famous people, or original characters.I can play either the girls or host, but bonus if you want to play the girls

The current format I like to use is six girls competing in six challenges over the course of six days. After each challenge they’ll get points depending on how they rank first getting six points and last getting one. They also get rewards and punishments depending on challenges performance. At the end of the six days whoever has the most points gets to escape the game while the rest have to repeat the game with a new competitor to take the winners spot.

We can also change the settings with different seasons being themed and taking place after different themes each season.

This is a very open ended plot, so if you have any ideas about what you want the game show to include, or challenges you think would be fun, or even different reality shows that I didn’t list that you would want to base the rp on please bring it up

Overall be creative I’m open to any ideas you have

Kinks: spanking, wedgies, panties, pantsing, stripping, ENF, all forms of humiliation (from sexual to childish pranks like slime, swirlies, itching powder), appearance/hair ruining

Limits: anal, incest, scat, piss, feet, beast, necro

Do you have an annoying older sister who always thinks they're better at everything than you are? Then maybe you can understand how I feel about Juliette. She's only two years older, but ever since we were little kids she always thought she was better, taller, prettier - and she always managed to convince everyone else, too. I couldn't even bring boys to our house because she would always parade about in some tiny pair of shorts without a bra. The first time I gave a boy a blowjob was because he said my sister looked hot, and I couldn't stand it. I took him to the back bathroom and made myself gag over his cock so hard I was terrified I was going to throw up on him, the cold tile floor hurting my knees. But even though my face was a sticky mess I still remember how he looked at me when I coughed and swallowed his salty cum, and I knew he was only thinking of me. He turned out to be kind of an asshole anyway so I broke up with him shortly after that, but I'll never forget the the soft grunt of his voice, the way he pulsed as he filled up my mouth, his heavy balls bouncing on my chin, cum and spit running down my throat.

So when she came home for winter break and said she was getting engaged to her perfect stupid boyfriend, gushing about her perfect life, I snapped. She got to go to a private school while I had to go to State. She got to live in an apartment while I had to commute from home, living with Mom and Dad. She got her perfect fucking fiancé while I was blowing jerk after jerk who just wanted the hot girl's little sister. I may be shorter than her but I am cuter, my tits may be smaller but they are perkier, my butt isn't as big but I will do things my sister could never even dream of. I am better than her in every possible way, and I just need your help to prove it.

I need you to rape my sister. You can do it however you want, I can tell her I want to take her out to celebrate her engagement, and I can deliver her anywhere you want gift-wrapped in any one of a dozen gorgeous outfits she likes to go out in. Or you can just take her at work, at home, or in a dark alley late at night - I can make sure she's alone and wherever you want her when you decide to do the deed. It can be a group of men or just you, but you can't ~just~ fuck her. I want her broken. I want her sobbing and crying out for her fiancé, being pumped full of cum by strangers. I want her to stay up every night for the rest of her life, terrified and broken by the experience. I want her boyfriend to dump her, her classes to flunk her, even her own body to betray her and cum harder than she's even cum before. I want you to fuck her so goddamn hard it ruins her life forever, a useless shell of a woman that's good for nothing and no one. I want to put her in a hell she'll never escape from, and you're the devil that's going to create it. And in return, you'll get me.

For one night's hard work, you'll get to use me however you want for the rest of your life. My sister might cry and beg for you to stop, but I'll happily let you do anything you want with me and ask for more. You can chain me beneath your desk and use me for your personal cumdump during the day, alternating between holes to keep you from getting bored with me. Or just whore me out, let a never-ending stream of men use my body and pay you for the privilege. You can dress me how you want, fuck me how you want, and I'll happily beg for more. No matter how humiliating it is, no matter how much it hurts, I'll be yours to use or ignore forever.

Just make sure she's broken beyond repair.

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I'll be playing both Ophelia (19F) and Juliette (21F), and am looking for someone to play a man or multiple to use and abuse them both. I am really looking to lean into the humiliation and degradation, so please know that's the sort of scene I am looking for. Please read my kinks and limits below, and I look forward to hearing from you. If you have something crazy you love that's not in my limits, I am definitely your girl - let's do some awful things together!

Kinks: Forced Orgasms, Humiliation, Outfit Control, Objectification, Abuse of Power, Age Gaps, Size Gaps, Free Use, Willing Slave, Painful Sex

Limits: Gore, Scat, Excessive Violence, Snuff, Bad Smells

I took your suggestions from my previous post and completely rewrote the original prompt. I think I cleared up a lot of the vagueness and shifted to focus onto my character. I also think I did a better job of giving the story a direction rather than just two people who happen to be in the same place start fucking. I’m definitely much happier with this attempt.

Let me know if you have any further comments or suggestions.

I admire your long toned legs as you hike up your skirt for me and bend over face down on the dining room table. You’ve come to live at my mansion as part of an exclusive year-long art residency. As an artist and art collector myself I enjoyed using my wealth to help develop up and coming artists; who tend to struggle financially. It is also no coincidence that all of these artists happened to be attractive young women.

I admired your paintings but your body was just as beautiful. I raise my hand and swiftly bring it down. The smack echoes large empty dining room. This was the punishment we’d agreed on if you had not finished your most recent work on schedule.

The punishments were designed to keep you on track to having an impressive body of work for display at the end of your residency. At first it was just a fun little wager. But recently it seemed like you’ve begun to miss deadlines on purpose. My growing erection shows how much I care either way.

I never forced myself on you. But I enjoyed having you all to myself, to use as I please. You were all too eager to satisfy me, to follow my commands, worship my cock, and to get covered in my cum. What started out as a straight forward albeit flirtatious relationship had slowly turned into your complete submission to me over the course of the past year.

Your time here was coming to an end soon, however. When the year is over I’ll open the doors to my mansion for the biggest and most exclusive art expo of the year. Dozens of celebrities, artists, and well known critics from around the world will gather here to see your finished work and you would likely move on to fame and fortune within the art world. I, on the other hand, will begin the search for my next live in resident, Hopefully, someone who will be willing to please me as you have.

You let out a whimper of pleasure with each smack and I realize I’ll miss your moans. I’ll miss the lustful look in your eye. I’ll miss your mouth around my cock. But not only that… I’ll miss YOU.

I never had feelings for my past residents. Sure, I enjoyed my time with them but typically after a year of ordering them around, fucking them in every position, and using them as I pleased, I’d be bored with them and ready for someone new. But this time, with you, it’s different.

You let out a loud moan breaking my train of thought. I want to fuck you right now. I unzip my pants letting my cock spring out. You’re wet enough for me to slide right in. I shove my cock into you as deep as I can go. I grab your hip with one hand and push your face into the table with the other. Then I fuck you hard….

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Over the past few years I’ve been exploring my dominant side. I’m looking for someone with a submissive side that would like to explore this dom/sub relationship with me. I’m intrigued by how love and passion can be tied to dominance and submission.

I enjoy writing at a slower pace. I have a life outside of this and I’m in no hurry. If you want rapid responses multiple times a day I might not be the right person for you. I like the writing and exploring the characters just as much as the sexy stuff.

Kinks: Being dominant, dirty talk, giving commands, obedience, free use, Light BDSM (spanking, slapping, biting, hair pulling), Spitting, Cock worship, BJ’s, Handjobs, Facials and Cumplay, using restraint, rough sex, rimming, passion.

Limits: bathroom stuff, illegal stuff, excessive violence.

I should add that the above prompt is just to give you an idea of the direction. We can start right from where I left off or back at the beginning of the residency. I’m also open to any changes.