r/WrittenRoleplay

Hey, I’ve been itching to jump into some written roleplay but I’m tired of the same old fantasy tropes, you know? I’m more into modern or urban settings with a little mystery or humor mixed in, and honestly, I’d love to find a group that has a good mix of serious writers and fun partners. I’ve got a soft spot for characters with a sharp tongue or someone to bounce chaotic ideas off of. If you’re up for something fresh and not just endless vampire prince drama, let me know what kind of vibes you’re into.

Hey there, fellow word wranglers. I'm a 23-year-old with curves that refuse to quit and a habit of collecting far-fetched ideas like they're rare Pokémon cards. Looking for a guy who's up for some original Western vibes with built-in fandom twists - think less "spaghetti western," more "your wildest daydream dressed up in a duster coat." Whether you're channelling Wild West outlaws, frontier doctors with secret pasts, or saloon pianists with more to them than meets the eye, I'm game. I promise my character sheets come with emotional baggage and questionable life choices by default. Dust off your six-shooter and let's spin a yarn together, cowboy.

Hello! I'm Dominic, 22M, and today, I'm looking for a bit more of a unique roleplay! I would love to try out some sort of forbidden relationship, with a focus on age/wealth gaps if possible!

I'm looking to play as a younger college kid, stuck in the endless cycle of work and coursework, barely able to get by and struggling in life - but not immensely jaded at it or anything. Tired and exhausted most days, for sure, but with a softer heart beneath it all that just needs to be looked after!

And who are you going to play as? Well that's up to you! You could be my professor who notices how much I'm struggling and how my grades are getting worse and worse, with you wanting to step in to help! You could be a frequent customer at my work place, an older lady who's lonely and in need of company, who takes a liking to me! You could even be a hugely successful businesswoman who needs herself a date for an event, and I'm the easiest option for you, leading to some sort of sugar relationship! Are you my aunt even!? The options are wide, and I'd love to see what we can make!

So if this roleplay like this sounds like something you're interested in...feel free to reach out! I write in first person, around 2-5 paragraphs, with lots of detail and internal monologue! I hope we match well!

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

Miss Harley is a bomb. She comes to college always in something different, something catchy. Unlike other teachers. She is not that old, maybe in her early thirties. Everything about her seems like a mystery. She never tells her last name, it's not even college records. She has the most unconventional way of teaching, she never teaches students directly, she sits with them, making each one of them take class of each topic. Sometimes students just think she is lazy, but no one has even scored less than B in her subject ever.

She is friendly with her students, some even saw her at clubs sometimes, all rumours of course. But something about Miss Harley bugs you. The way she looks at you, the way she smiles at you. Could be your imagination. But there is something. You told it to your friends, they just made fun of you. "*Miss Harley looks at everyone like that, don't think you are special*" They said. You thought too. Weeks passed, and that one day, you saw Miss Harley looking at you again, from the bus stop across where you have been standing. She is chewing gum, she has a smile on her face, Miss Harley winked at you playfully. Then she boarded the next bus. You never understand if she was interested or not. Well next semester you are in her class, you might find out.

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All the characters in this rp are 18+ No underage characters allowed!

I hope you are doing fine this evening. I'd like to welcome you to my new plot. As you can see this will be a slowburn romance/smut kind of plot. You'll encounter characters like Miss Harley, Cheerlead Jenna, Librarian Naomi and much more. You find yourself being the center of attraction to these characters, but never understood why.

Message me with your kinks and limits, what you think about this rp, any ideas in your head. Communication is very well supported! So please let me know about you. Thanks. I'll definitely ignore any low effort messages!

Heyya Girlies,
I'm 21F from EU and I've been wanting to roleplay for a while. I'm interested in roleplays only, no trading. I'm not into men, so please stay away. Ideally I'd like to roleplay on discord and I go by "wildflower09441". I'm a switch and interested in getting used and using you as well. Depends on what you are into. I've included my kinks and limits below and a couple images to set the plot. If you are hitting me up, include your ASL, A plot you like to play with me and your kinks/limits. I am looking for someone for the long run.

My Kinks are : Hardcore , Wild , Sloppy kisses, bareback, dom/sub dynamic, Extreme bondage, Impact play, Praise + degradation combo, Authority plots, Armpits, Face sitting, dirty talk and futanari.

Hard limits: Nasty/gross stuff, scat, piss, blood, vomit, unhygienic/diseased things, CNC.

Hit me up if that interests you.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

You can remember bits and pieces of it:

The sprawling parking lot, the hum of generators, and the tents pitched by those who had enough sense not to venture into the mall. Maybe there was something to worry about in all the mental haze, but whatever that was- who knew.

It was just a dream, after all. Thoughts of that place always faded away come morning. What broken bits remained were never enough to make sense of whenever you next found yourself back on the lot of the West Ridge Mall.

Though one night, something changed. You found yourself standing once again on that parking lot, awake, alert. You could smell the cooling asphalt beneath your feet, feel your fingertips as you rubbed them together, and hear the bustle of people hurrying about in the distance.

The deep amber of the setting sun cast a dull light over an improvised town of tents, generators, and extension chords. People hurriedly rushed in and out of the autodoors of the front entrance in preparation for something.

You approach the first person who catches your eye; a young man with black hair and a single red highlight, tending a streetside grill.

He barely looks up- just keeps turning the meat with flat, practiced motions. "Let me guess..." he says, voice low and bored. "The usual?"

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Heya folks!-

So this time I'd like to explore an idea of mine that revolves around a mysterious lucid dream, shared across who-knows-how-many people. You will be playing a person who's broken the "rules" of this world, and will be free to navigate the community, make a name for yourself, or even delve into the depths of the West Ridge Mall.

This will mostly play as a choose-your-own adventure sort of story, I'll be guiding things along as we see fit. Tossing you lore, living the characters, and guiding your journey to understand and unravel the secrets of what's happening in the dreamscape.

As always, third person literate is a must. Usually I like to take a lap around the reddit pages of those who ask to partner up with me (New or alt profiles are almost always an auto-reject) But a really good writing sample might be enough to sway me.

Let's see what you got.

Best of luck!

Hey all!

I'm 30F living in the est! Looking for partners 21+ who aren't strict about replies (I can be a very busy bee) in whatever timezone! I write solely on discord and range from 2-3 paragraphs to novella style. I'm happy to match lengths and adapt to different lengths for different scenes. I usually stick to third person. And I'm happy to send writing sample if you need, but I don't require one unless you'd like to share! :)

I'm very interested right now in writing a story revolving around my character, who is in a very abusive and toxic relationship. Someone who is controlling, jealous, and physically and emotionally abusive. I'm interested in exploring the cycle of hurt and then intense affection that goes along with this type of relationship and all the intricacies that come along with it.

I see the story starting about a year into their relationship when she is fully dependent on him and she finds out that her childhood/college friend/crush has just moved back into town. Maybe they run into each other, and she secretly starts meeting with him and he can start to see what's happening to her. I'd love the love triangle to form there. A passionate violent man who has control over my character and a kind and protective old friend.

I'd really love it if you'd be willing to play both characters. I'm not fussed about your irl gender or really the characters genders. I'm happy to adjust your characters gender to whatever you'd like them to be! However, I'd like to play female for my main character. :) I am happy and would love to write any kind of side characters though. So if there's more drama you'd like to add in the background I'm so game for that. I really just want a drama filled story!

I'm thinking she'll be an artist. She shows her work at a friend's gallery and does decent, but it's not normally enough to pay rent. She previously worked as a bartender at a bar/brewery, but your character (her current partner) convinced her to quit. I think it could be a good option if maybe they're still struggling with money a bit so she can maybe talk him into letting her go back to work at some point in the story.

For the childhood friend, I'd think it would be good if they made enough money to potentially take care of her but also wants her to do what makes her happy. I'm really open for your character to take any direction you'd like, though, and would love to brainstorm and chat ideas. The abusive partner could be a small time boxer, fighting for money maybe doing a little more shady things on the side to make extra cash, and the childhood friend could work a cushy tech job. Or it could be reversed. The abusive partner could be a low paying white collar job and the childhood friend could be a famous big time boxer already set up with jealousy ex girlfriends or groupies for extra drama. Maybe he's a single dad. I'm open to a lot of things! ♡

If this isn't quite your speed, I'm also interested in arranged marriages in a fantasy setting. Between rival kingdoms. A cruel prince marrying a princess who's in love with one of her knights. And headstrong princess paired with a prince she despises because of racial difference (elves/humans humans/orcs orcs/elves whatever) or because of some other difference (the prince is famous for killing magical creatures and she has a secret pact with one. Ect.) Again totally willing to play with fxm of fxf for any of this!

I'm also really interested in a story revolving around my character being stalked by your character. I think it would be fun to do someone with a small popularity, (an artist/musician/or something), and your character who has been stalking her has just forced themselves into her social circle. (Moved across the hall, offers help, whatever) and is dead set on infiltrating her life and winning her heart. We can even add a current romantic interest to create some strife for the stalker. I'm just throwing around some ideas! ♡

Anyway! Can't wait to hear from you! ♡

Hello! I'm Dominic, 22M, and today, I'm looking for a bit more of a unique roleplay! I would love to try out some sort of forbidden relationship, with a focus on age/wealth gaps if possible!

I'm looking to play as a younger college kid, stuck in the endless cycle of work and coursework, barely able to get by and struggling in life - but not immensely jaded at it or anything. Tired and exhausted most days, for sure, but with a softer heart beneath it all that just needs to be looked after!

And who are you going to play as? Well that's up to you! You could be my professor who notices how much I'm struggling and how my grades are getting worse and worse, with you wanting to step in to help! You could be a frequent customer at my work place, an older lady who's lonely and in need of company, who takes a liking to me! You could even be a hugely successful businesswoman who needs herself a date for an event, and I'm the easiest option for you, leading to some sort of sugar relationship! Are you my aunt even!? The options are wide, and I'd love to see what we can make!

So if this roleplay like this sounds like something you're interested in...feel free to reach out! I write in first person, around 2-5 paragraphs, with lots of detail and internal monologue! I hope we match well!

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want to do role play, me as a submissive guy. My partner will be a dominant female. She can dominate me as she like. No limits. She can feminize me. Make me bi. Make me a bottom. Do what ever n which ever situation she likes. Can do roleplay on reddit or wa

Sleek chains hang from the ceiling bound to your arms, clanking in thick air. A mellow hum from the central air conditioning blankets the warm glow of the rickety lights.

I am not a fan of basements, but you made it imperative. Why must you be so dense? Why must you insist I punish you to make you learn? This could have been so easy! So simple.

You are suave and sexy, hands tied above your head with the chains even more so. Your body visibly flounders under its own steam. You are a muse!

And a muse by definition is bred in hardship. Apathy is misunderstood. What is it if not empathy itself, with its borders moved to suit a purpose. A lab rat isn't provided the luxury of empathy, is it? Yet still it's a benevolent task to find cure to diseases for people that shall always remain inconsequential.

But you are not inconsequential, are you, my love! No, you are not. I slide my hand along your abdomen and feel you reacting to me - the fear, the heat, the impending doom you have so smartly conceived. Your cheekbone sparks a hue of red from whence I first slapped you for acting out. Shiny as lust, magnetic as your lipstick.

"You are home now, my sweet." Your knees are buckled, held only under the duress of the flexing chains. I don't wish you harm, physical or emotional. But I shall do what's needed. What's required to mold you into your true purpose. I envy your intelligence, your creativity, your spirit; I really do. But what exactly has it borne? Prejudice? Hatred? A few seconds of orgasmic bliss occasionally with stupid men?

I will give you more than that. I will free you of your shackles of deciding your destiny. Ironically. You will come to love this, I promise you. You will see what I see in you. You will be mine!

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Have you ever had that horrible feeling that you are being watched? Toyed with? Well then, maybe this just might be to your style.

You are famous. Sexy. Intimidating. You have the world to your heels, and people on their feet wherever you go. You attract attention! Sometimes more than you like. More than you need. More than you might be able to bear.

Maybe I want to turn you into a bondage bunny and marry you in my basement. Maybe I want to pay you back for not loving me. Or maybe it's just a singular night of passion that I crave, once I realize you aren't the perfect doll I imagined you out to be.

Either way, you can, and you shall fight back. It's up to me to stop you. You shall try and escape. You might succeed. Or I might drag you by your hair back to my lair. Or better yet, my bed. You defeated my spirit, and I shall take what I want directly. Repeatedly.

Or you might develop a classical case of Stockholm Syndrome! Always what a heavy sprinkling of dub/non-con conceives, isn't it? And my personal favorite. Maybe you even make it back to Hollywood with my help! After all, I got to be rich. Anyone this psychopathic and resourceful is bound to be!

Perhaps we even get into a relationship. Passion, feeling of entrapment and gaslighting - have you ever known a perfect relationship without one?

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I play in first person. Preferably over Discord. And this post is open indefinitely.

What might you may bequeath me:

• Tell me what you like. To what extent you wish to give up control. Whether you wish for it to be non/dub-con throughout. Or move down a step to Stockholm Syndrome eventually. Or maybe just have a plain maladjusted, unstable romance, especially if you like playing a deranged, bipolar, self-destructive persona.
• Your kinks or merely your interests. It shall be a rollercoaster of emotions. In character, you might not have much say. But if I am to lead you into loving me, I am going to need cheat codes! Whether you prefer to be seduced and serenaded with extensive bondage over a slew of rough nights, or do you prefer being loved so intensely I can't just wait anymore to bed you!
• The story. Do I kidnap you? Am I a stranger or do I know you from before? Or would you rather just skip it and start directly in my arms? Or maybe, just maybe.. you are equally a sociopath and find a muse in me as much as I do in you. It's consensual, but so absolutely fucking violent & dysfunctional I don't mind you breaking 800 plates and 347 paintings in my penthouse every day, because at the end of each night, I break you in our bed as payment.

I love using celebrity references, and not just as mere face-claims! If that's something you might fancy, tell me your choices, else I have a huge list of names I might fancy.

I am 18+ and all participants must be 18+ too.

Sixty years ago, The Fracture shattered the continents.

The oceans changed; portions of it rolled into subterranean faults, or simply boiled along with the live in it. Heavy mantle-gas scorched the surface. Earth is now a brutal, irradiated dust bowl in most of it's surface.

The few survivors who adapted to the gas mutated, developing what the wasteland calls "Twists"— impossible, often dangerous powers that some people were born with, decades after The Fracture.

Out in the wastes, the Cartels rule. Water is the absolute highest currency, and recently, rumors started spreading across the dunes about a girl in a remote Dust-Town with a water Twist. A living oasis. The Siphon Cartel didn't hit her settlement for scrap or supplies... They came specifically to burn the town to the ground until they found her.

The Characters:

Amelia (My Character): Amelia has a water Twist. She can pull moisture from the air and purify toxic sludge to make clean water. But she isn't just a walking canteen; if pushed, she can use her Twist to fight too. Using water as a weapon is a tricky thing, but Amelia was the type of person who has more than enough creativity.

However, using her powers this way comes with a physical cost, that she keeps a closely guarded secret.

Vance (Your Character, which you can name if you want xD): Vance is a lone-wolf mercenary or Cartel deserter with a highly destructive Twist of his own— something he called Seismic Rupture, the ability to manipulate kinetic energy on solids. He can shatter stone into shrapnel, trigger localized quakes, you get the image.

He has a map to "The Deep Void" (still working on those names xD) — a rumored untouched underground aquifer that could set a man up for life, and finally get him to live a life without worrying about his next cup of water or meal. But to get there, he has to cross a two-week stretch of dead, irradiated desert called The Ash Sea. He can't survive it alone.

The Hook & Dynamic:

Vance happens to be near Amelia's settlement when the Cartel attacks. He realizes who she is and what the Cartel is after. He doesn't save her to be a hero; he snatches her out from under them because she is his ticket across the desert.

What I'm looking for in the RP:

Enemies to Lovers: They start off bickering and hating each other. Vance thinks Amelia is a sheltered liability; Amelia thinks Vance is a violent savage who basically kidnapped her.

Mutual Dependency: Amelia needs Vance to do the heavy, brutal fighting against the Cartels hunting them. Vance needs Amelia to keep him alive when he’s bleeding out or dying of thirst. The power dynamic constantly shifts!

High Stakes: Gritty, realistic combat with actual consequences. Their enemies could have Twists as well that we can think of.

Character Development: Exploring the trauma of the wasteland, the moral gray areas of survival, and the slow, reluctant realization that they actually care about each other.

Send me a message if you want to brainstorm Vance's background or figure out exactly how he drags Amelia out of the Cartel raid! I'm very open to changes, so if you have ideas I'll gladly listen. I write via Discord, usually on 3rd person (I can change tho), and try to write at least 2 or 3 nice paragraphs, or more depending on the scene. I consider myself to be detailed. I live in the GMT-3 timezone, and can write a few times a day usually!

Regarding smut, I'm quite used to writing it lol. But since this is an Enemies to Lovers thing, I want the characters to bond and know each other before anything smutty. We can discuss kinks/limits though.

Hope to hear from you :3

Hi there! I’m 28, central US timezone, and female!

THERE WILL BE NO SMUT.

✨Message me with your age, timezone (US Timezones Preferred), what plot idea you’re interested in, and a sample of your writing!✨

Partner requirements: must be 21 to 40 - Must play male (IRL gender doesn’t matter)- write in third person - DISCORD only - at least two paragraphs - decent grammar and punctuation- must be able to post once a day to every other day. Communication is key, please let me know if you are going to be busy for longer than a day or two or if you are no longer interested. No asterisks for actions. Dialogue should be in quotations. NO AI ART OR WRITING.

I’ve been craving a good enemies to lovers roleplay for awhile now and what’s a better enemies to lovers roleplay than something revolving around the mafia? Open to adding supernatural/fantasy elements to this too!

Plot idea #1: Your character has recently taken over the family business. My character is a college student on a study abroad trip that happens to see something they weren’t supposed to. Y/C’s men that were handling the deal take her back to the main ‘headquarters’ and keep her locked up, leaving Y/C to deal with her.

Plot idea #2: Your character is in a small gang that is tasked with kidnapping the naive daughter of a mob boss that stole money from another. Basic idea, can be fleshed out more together.

Plot idea #3: your character would be a police officer that’s gone undercover with some small local gangs to bust a couple of drug dealers and whatnot. Having done such a great job there, he is offered a bigger mission and if he takes it, when he returns to his actual station, he will get a bigger raise, new car, K-9 unit, some sort of special thing that he’s been working towards. This bigger mission would be infiltrating a bigger mafia family that seems to be running all these smaller ones. Thanks to some forged documents, lies spread around, and some of the actual dirty work he has done over the last six months, the head of the family invites him to a nightclub to chat. The chat leads to the offering of a position within the family, a personal bodyguard for the mob bosses daughter after the situation that happened with her last one. It’s his first break through and they’re welcoming him with open arms. Does he accept?

“Are you insane?” Muse B heard her friend ask from across the room. “You a rich, successful, and powerful CEO want to marry a stripper?” Her friend stared at her as Muse B gazed out of a nearby window overlooking the city.

“I believe that is what I said, yes.” Muse B smiled before turning back to face her. “Muse B… as your friend, I’m going to have to strongly advise against this idea. I mean, haven’t you ever heard the saying, ‘You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife?’” her friend questioned.

That only made Muse B smile more.

“Yeah… but maybe their dick wasn’t big enough, or they didn’t have enough money,” she pointed out. “Muse A will be mine,” she added confidently.

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Hello!! Thank you for taking the time to read the introduction to my prompt!

This story will follow the unusual relationship between Muse B (a well-known and very successful businesswoman) and Muse A (a stripper). My idea is that they met during one of Muse B’s friend’s bachelor parties, and from that point, they hit it off or, more importantly, Muse A just liked the money Muse B was spending on her.

After that night, Muse B became a regular and would only ever request Muse A. She would spend her rented time talking to her, getting a lap dance, or hooking up.

I’m thinking their relationship eventually transfers out of the club, where Muse B starts showing up at Muse A’s home with gifts and money, kind of becoming her sugar momma.

Until Muse B realizes she wants more. She wants Muse A to leave her stripping life behind and be her woman full-time and the only way for Muse B to do that is to show Muse A that:

1.She can give her everything she wants in life.

2.There is no one better than muse B.

Which is a nice way to say Muse B will be using the hell out of Muse A. I would expect that this was originally to keep her from going to work, since Muse B would make sure she is both too tired and too sore after their night together to go dance.But after a while, Muse B began to realize that one way she could make Muse A completely submit to her was to turn her into her personal/cum-crazed woman.

Hello, I hope youre doing good today…

I’ve been looking for a long-term roleplay partner. I’m available most of the day, so time zones won’t be an issue. I write in first-person and usually respond with 2–5+ lines in a natural, immersive style. I enjoy slow-burn, long-term plots and would love to explore your ideas as well. Apart from the RP we can talk OOC, i like to know about the partner too and be friends with

I’m hoping we can connect and discuss details further in DMs—I’m honestly pretty bored and eager to start something engaging. i am feeling bored and lonely at the time so why not.. please

I’m 18+ and all characters and participants in the roleplay are 18+

I never thought I would seriously consider doing something like this. The first time I even heard about it was completely by accident. I was sitting in the student lounge between classes when I overheard two people at the table behind me talking quietly about someone they knew who had filmed an amateur video and walked away with more money than most people made in weeks. At first I assumed they were exaggerating, the way college stories tend to grow every time they are repeated, but the way they talked about it so casually stuck with me long after I left. That night curiosity got the better of me. After a little searching online I realized there were actually small production groups that focused specifically on amateur adult videos featuring college performers. One name in particular kept coming up while I was looking around: SpringBreakers, a studio known for working with amateur performers and trying to find the next breakout star among them.

For a while I treated it like one of those strange things you read about late at night and forget about the next day. But the idea lingered longer than I expected. Eventually, one night while I was sitting at my desk scrolling through the SpringBreakers site again, I opened the contact page and stared at the blank form for a long time before typing anything. I introduced myself simply. Cassandra, a psychology major at the university. I explained that I had come across their site while researching amateur studios and that I was curious about how their shoots actually worked. Even typing it made my heart pound like I was doing something I was not supposed to be doing. After a few minutes of hesitation I attached a couple photos of myself. They were nothing extreme, just pictures that showed a little more confidence than the kind I normally shared with friends. I reread the form several times, hovering over the submit button while my mind ran through every possible outcome. Finally I took a breath and submitted it before I could change my mind.

The next afternoon I was sitting in one of my lectures, half listening while the professor talked through a long set of slides at the front of the room. My phone was face down on the small desk attached to my chair, and I only noticed it vibrating when it shifted slightly against the surface. I glanced down and saw an unfamiliar number flashing across the screen. I quickly flipped the phone over so the vibration would stop drawing attention and tried to focus on the lecture again. A few minutes later it buzzed a second time. The same number. My stomach tightened slightly as the possibility crossed my mind, but there was no way I was answering a phone call in the middle of class.

When the lecture finally ended and students started packing their bags, I checked my phone again. Two missed calls. Both from the same number. My pulse picked up as I stepped out into the hallway with the rest of the class, the noise of people talking and moving around echoing through the building. Cool October air drifted in from the open doors, carrying leaves from the campus trees that had started to turn golden. For a moment I just stared at the screen before stepping off to the side and tapping the number to call back.

It only rang once before someone answered.
“Hi,” the voice on the other end said immediately, upbeat and confident. “Is this Cassandra?”
“Hi, this is Cassandra. Who’s this?” I replied, instinctively lowering my voice as a few students walked past me in the hallway.
“Hey Cassandra, this is Vince from SpringBreakers. I run the studio you reached out to last night.”

My stomach tightened slightly at the name. I shifted a step farther down the hallway, turning slightly toward the wall so the people passing by could not easily overhear the conversation.
“Oh… hi.”

Vince chuckled softly. “Sorry about the calls earlier. I wasn’t sure what your schedule looked like today, but I saw your note this morning and wanted to reach out. And honestly, I wanted to meet you in person before we do anything. It’s always better to meet first so everyone feels comfortable.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “I was in class.”

“Well I’m glad you called back,” he continued. “And I’ll be honest with you, Cassandra, the photos you shared really caught my eye. You’ve got a great look and you seem really comfortable on camera. That’s the kind of thing that makes someone stand out, and it’s why I thought you might have some real star potential.”

I felt my cheeks warm slightly, instinctively glancing down the hallway again even though no one was paying attention to me.
“That’s actually what SpringBreakers is all about,” Vince continued. “We work almost entirely with amateur performers. People who are brand new but have the kind of look and personality that works well on camera. We’re always trying to find the next breakout star, someone who just needs the opportunity.”
“Really?” I asked quietly.
“Absolutely,” he said. “And I’ve looked through a lot of applications. Yours stood out right away.”

I shifted my weight against the wall, gripping my phone a little tighter.
“So how does it usually work?” I asked.
“It’s actually pretty simple,” Vince explained. “We keep things relaxed. Instead of a big studio setup, we usually rent out a nice hotel room for the shoot. It keeps everything comfortable and natural for people doing this for the first time. There’ll just be a small crew, usually one cameraman who also handles directing.”
“A hotel?” I repeated, slightly surprised.
“Yeah,” Vince said with a small laugh. “Trust me, it works better for the kind of videos we make. SpringBreakers focuses on authenticity. We’re not trying to make something overly scripted or staged. The cameraman might help guide things a little at the beginning, but after that it’s really up to the chemistry between the performers. The best scenes happen when people relax and let things happen naturally.”

I nodded slightly to myself as I listened.
“And what about the pay?” I asked after a moment.
“Good question,” Vince said. “For a first shoot we usually pay around fifteen hundred. But I’ll be honest with you, Cassandra, based on your photos and the impression you gave, I’d be willing to bump that up. I think you’ve got a lot of potential, and I’d like to give you a good first experience working with us.”

I leaned my shoulder against the wall as I listened.
“So if everything goes well,” he continued, “you’d be looking at closer to two thousand for the shoot.”
I blinked, straightening slightly. “Two thousand?” I repeated quietly, instinctively glancing down the hallway again as if someone might have overheard.

I watched a few students walk past while my mind tried to process everything he had just said.
“So what happens next?” I asked quietly.
“Well,” Vince replied, “we’re filming tomorrow afternoon. I really want to meet you in person first. You can stop by the hotel, meet everyone, talk a bit with the other performer, and see how you feel. No pressure. If the chemistry’s there and everyone’s comfortable, we move forward.”

I stood there in the busy hallway for a moment, my pulse thumping in my ears.
“Okay,” I finally said. “I’ll come in and meet everyone.”
Vince sounded pleased. “Perfect. I think you’ll be glad you did.”

When the call ended, I lowered my phone slowly and slipped it back into my pocket, watching students move past me toward their next classes. Just like that, something I had stumbled across out of curiosity had suddenly become real.
And tomorrow, for better or worse, I would be walking into a hotel room to see what I had just signed myself up for… a decision that could either be a one-time mistake, or the very first step toward a life I never imagined for myself

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

Please send messages that are longer than a paragraph and will catch my eye, as well as your favorite song!

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Hello everyone.

I'm 23 and I've been roleplaying for 8+ years!

I'm currently looking for an ocxoc FXM (FC searching for MC) roleplay.

The plot is... Princess X Knight!!

The FC is the second born of the royal family of Italy, who arranged her marriage with the King of (insert any country we please).

She travels for months to finally arrive at his castle, there, she realises that her groom is an older man with a cold heart that rules with fear and an iron fist.

He's not a nice man, he's not caring nor loving.

He doesn't see her as her equal, he sees her as a possession and has high expectation from her duty as wife.

Despite all of that, despite all the times she tries to change him, the hopes and efforts she puts in that marriage, her dream of a loving marriage gets crushed.

Thankfully, the King's most trusted Knight, who's there to serve and protect...is also there to fill the void.

I'm a huge fan of dead dove/dark themes so take into account that this roleplay will probably contain some of those themes (but don't worry, we will discuss everything in private)

NSFW is also included in the roleplay.

‼️ It's very important that you follow the rules down below or we can't roleplay, especially those regarding the writing style. Please don't contact me if you don't have this writing style, don't take it lightly, I won't roleplay with you if we don't match.

- I'm semi lit/lit, I write third person past tense. If you can't follow this way of writing I'm afraid we can't roleplay. (I don't do any "you", present tense, one liners or people who don't put effort in the roleplay or the way they write.)

- please be capable of writing with correct grammar and punctuation or I will have to end the role. (Mistakes are fine, I myself am not a native English speaker)

- I'm a huge fan of detailed characters with complex personalities and backgrounds!! So please bring them on! The more details the better!!

I also love ooc, pinboards, and making headcanons for our ship!

- my timezone is CET but I have no problem roleplaying with people from any other timezone

- I prefer roleplaying with women, however I'm okay with roleplaying with men as well, as long as they aren't creeps.

‼️ DO NOT DM ME being weird, creepy or a perv. This is a roleplay, it's a fictional story with fictional characters, don't speak to me that way. I'm a human being who writes a character, I'm NOT the character.

If you fail to be a decent person, I won't bother to answer your request.

I never thought I would seriously consider doing something like this. The first time I even heard about it was completely by accident. I was sitting in the student lounge between classes when I overheard two people at the table behind me talking quietly about someone they knew who had filmed an amateur video and walked away with more money than most people made in weeks. At first I assumed they were exaggerating, the way college stories tend to grow every time they are repeated, but the way they talked about it so casually stuck with me long after I left. That night curiosity got the better of me. After a little searching online I realized there were actually small production groups that focused specifically on amateur adult videos featuring college performers. One name in particular kept coming up while I was looking around: SpringBreakers, a studio known for working with amateur performers and trying to find the next breakout star among them.

For a while I treated it like one of those strange things you read about late at night and forget about the next day. But the idea lingered longer than I expected. Eventually, one night while I was sitting at my desk scrolling through the SpringBreakers site again, I opened the contact page and stared at the blank form for a long time before typing anything. I introduced myself simply. Cassandra, a psychology major at the university. I explained that I had come across their site while researching amateur studios and that I was curious about how their shoots actually worked. Even typing it made my heart pound like I was doing something I was not supposed to be doing. After a few minutes of hesitation I attached a couple photos of myself. They were nothing extreme, just pictures that showed a little more confidence than the kind I normally shared with friends. I reread the form several times, hovering over the submit button while my mind ran through every possible outcome. Finally I took a breath and submitted it before I could change my mind.

The next afternoon I was sitting in one of my lectures, half listening while the professor talked through a long set of slides at the front of the room. My phone was face down on the small desk attached to my chair, and I only noticed it vibrating when it shifted slightly against the surface. I glanced down and saw an unfamiliar number flashing across the screen. I quickly flipped the phone over so the vibration would stop drawing attention and tried to focus on the lecture again. A few minutes later it buzzed a second time. The same number. My stomach tightened slightly as the possibility crossed my mind, but there was no way I was answering a phone call in the middle of class.

When the lecture finally ended and students started packing their bags, I checked my phone again. Two missed calls. Both from the same number. My pulse picked up as I stepped out into the hallway with the rest of the class, the noise of people talking and moving around echoing through the building. Cool October air drifted in from the open doors, carrying leaves from the campus trees that had started to turn golden. For a moment I just stared at the screen before stepping off to the side and tapping the number to call back.

It only rang once before someone answered.
“Hi,” the voice on the other end said immediately, upbeat and confident. “Is this Cassandra?”
“Hi, this is Cassandra. Who’s this?” I replied, instinctively lowering my voice as a few students walked past me in the hallway.
“Hey Cassandra, this is Vince from SpringBreakers. I run the studio you reached out to last night.”

My stomach tightened slightly at the name. I shifted a step farther down the hallway, turning slightly toward the wall so the people passing by could not easily overhear the conversation.
“Oh… hi.”

Vince chuckled softly. “Sorry about the calls earlier. I wasn’t sure what your schedule looked like today, but I saw your note this morning and wanted to reach out. And honestly, I wanted to meet you in person before we do anything. It’s always better to meet first so everyone feels comfortable.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “I was in class.”

“Well I’m glad you called back,” he continued. “And I’ll be honest with you, Cassandra, the photos you shared really caught my eye. You’ve got a great look and you seem really comfortable on camera. That’s the kind of thing that makes someone stand out, and it’s why I thought you might have some real star potential.”

I felt my cheeks warm slightly, instinctively glancing down the hallway again even though no one was paying attention to me.
“That’s actually what SpringBreakers is all about,” Vince continued. “We work almost entirely with amateur performers. People who are brand new but have the kind of look and personality that works well on camera. We’re always trying to find the next breakout star, someone who just needs the opportunity.”
“Really?” I asked quietly.
“Absolutely,” he said. “And I’ve looked through a lot of applications. Yours stood out right away.”

I shifted my weight against the wall, gripping my phone a little tighter.
“So how does it usually work?” I asked.
“It’s actually pretty simple,” Vince explained. “We keep things relaxed. Instead of a big studio setup, we usually rent out a nice hotel room for the shoot. It keeps everything comfortable and natural for people doing this for the first time. There’ll just be a small crew, usually one cameraman who also handles directing.”
“A hotel?” I repeated, slightly surprised.
“Yeah,” Vince said with a small laugh. “Trust me, it works better for the kind of videos we make. SpringBreakers focuses on authenticity. We’re not trying to make something overly scripted or staged. The cameraman might help guide things a little at the beginning, but after that it’s really up to the chemistry between the performers. The best scenes happen when people relax and let things happen naturally.”

I nodded slightly to myself as I listened.
“And what about the pay?” I asked after a moment.
“Good question,” Vince said. “For a first shoot we usually pay around fifteen hundred. But I’ll be honest with you, Cassandra, based on your photos and the impression you gave, I’d be willing to bump that up. I think you’ve got a lot of potential, and I’d like to give you a good first experience working with us.”

I leaned my shoulder against the wall as I listened.
“So if everything goes well,” he continued, “you’d be looking at closer to two thousand for the shoot.”
I blinked, straightening slightly. “Two thousand?” I repeated quietly, instinctively glancing down the hallway again as if someone might have overheard.

I watched a few students walk past while my mind tried to process everything he had just said.
“So what happens next?” I asked quietly.
“Well,” Vince replied, “we’re filming tomorrow afternoon. I really want to meet you in person first. You can stop by the hotel, meet everyone, talk a bit with the other performer, and see how you feel. No pressure. If the chemistry’s there and everyone’s comfortable, we move forward.”

I stood there in the busy hallway for a moment, my pulse thumping in my ears.
“Okay,” I finally said. “I’ll come in and meet everyone.”
Vince sounded pleased. “Perfect. I think you’ll be glad you did.”

When the call ended, I lowered my phone slowly and slipped it back into my pocket, watching students move past me toward their next classes. Just like that, something I had stumbled across out of curiosity had suddenly become real.
And tomorrow, for better or worse, I would be walking into a hotel room to see what I had just signed myself up for… a decision that could either be a one-time mistake, or the very first step toward a life I never imagined for myself

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

Please send messages that are longer than a paragraph and will catch my eye, as well as your favorite song!

The divorce was not sudden. It was the result of a moment I could not unsee. After ten years of marriage, I walked into my own home early one afternoon and found my husband with one of my teaching assistants. The irony was almost cruel. Someone young, ambitious, and embedded in the academic world we both lived in. There was no screaming, no dramatic confrontation. Just the quiet understanding that whatever we had built was already gone. In the weeks that followed, I realized how much of myself I had postponed, how long I had stayed simply because it was easier than leaving.

The offer from the university in Boulder, Colorado had been lingering for years. Invitations to guest lecture, conferences that never quite faded. When my marriage ended, I finally chose it. Tenure track. Full research support. And a craftsman style house near the foothills provided as part of the relocation package, meant to make starting over feel tangible and deliberate. Accepting the position felt like the first decision I had made entirely for myself in a decade.

The house was calm and grounding. Morning light over the mountains, quiet evenings that invited reflection whether I wanted it or not. I spent my first week unpacking books, finalizing syllabi, convincing myself that productivity could substitute for connection. By Sunday night, the silence felt too sharp. I needed something unplanned. That was how I found myself in a dimly lit bar downtown, music low, conversations blending together, anonymity settling comfortably over me.

That is where I met you. The chemistry was immediate and easy, threaded with humor and knowing looks. When you asked what I did for work, I smiled and told you I was an escort. The pause that followed was perfect. You laughed. I laughed. We both knew it was ridiculous, and we both knew it was a lie. The joke lingered between us, playful and absurd, a shared acknowledgment that neither of us was being entirely honest—and somehow, it made everything better.

One drink became several. The space between us disappeared without either of us acknowledging it. Ending up back at my house felt inevitable, not reckless. The night unfolded in a way that felt intimate and grounding rather than indulgent, like two people briefly stepping out of their lives and into something uncomplicated.

Morning arrived quietly. We showered together, steam filling the space, laughter echoing off tile as if we were trying to convince ourselves this was lighter than it felt. When we finally stepped out, reality crept back in. I asked you to leave early, gently but firmly, knowing distance was necessary before curiosity turned into something harder to manage.

Before you left, we exchanged numbers. It felt casual on the surface, almost playful. A just in case. A why not. I told myself it meant nothing. You looked at me like you knew it meant more than that.

Two days later, I stood at the front of a packed psychology lecture hall, introducing myself and outlining the course. I spoke about perception, impulse, and the narratives people construct to justify their choices. As my gaze moved across the room, it stopped abruptly. There you were. Sitting comfortably among the students, posture relaxed, unmistakably familiar.

I kept talking, my voice steady despite the sudden shift in gravity. When our eyes met, you smiled slowly, deliberately, just enough to make sure I remembered the joke, the shower, the number we exchanged, and exactly who you were.

A little about me:

I have been roleplaying for a little over four years now, across different accounts and apps, but I seem to like sticking to Reddit! In terms of writing, I like to be descriptive and detailed. I enjoy including the little moments many don’t think about, like the weather, time of day, and subtle environmental cues. Typically, I write three paragraphs per response that contribute meaningfully to the scene so the other partner isn’t left to continue by themselves. While I usually stick to three well written paragraphs, I add as much detail as I can! I am in CST.

There’s a lot of different ways this could go, and I would really love the chance to explore your ideas with you!

My kinks include: REALISM, special moments (can explain both!), condoms, pulling out compared to creampies, aftercare, a lot of kissing, subtle details (weather, time of year, bed sounds, etc.), facials, passionate, praise, playfulness, dirty talk, handjobs, blowjobs, and more. Pronebone is my favorite position when you lay fully on top of me.

When messaging, please start with your favorite cereal and a dirty joke! Please put actual effort into your chat as well, I will only respond to messages with effort!

Hi! I'm looking for a mostly kind of pet play-ish type of roleplay!

The world would be modern fantasy, but more of the animal-like creatures have been relegated to being pets for humans. There's a whole economy to support that, with there being specific vets, foods, clothes, and much more for made just for these pets! All of the pets are still sentient and sapient, so getting a bit intimate with them isn't an issue! (They must be an adult though).

My character is Lello, a shy and timid albino wolf hybrid that is for sale :3

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I prefer to rp in 3rd person past tense and would prefer for you to do the same. Also I try to have replies be 1-2 paragraphs and would want the same back, but it does depend on the scenario. If you are interested, please tell me what your favorite weather is :3

I typically use discord more and will be able to reply more often over there.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

Hello, I hope youre doing good today…

I’ve been looking for a long-term roleplay partner. I’m available most of the day, so time zones won’t be an issue. I write in first-person and usually respond with 2–5+ lines in a natural, immersive style. I enjoy slow-burn, long-term plots and would love to explore your ideas as well. Apart from the RP we can talk OOC, i like to know about the partner too and be friends with

I’m hoping we can connect and discuss details further in DMs—I’m honestly pretty bored and eager to start something engaging. i am feeling bored and lonely at the time so why not.. please

I’m 18+ and all characters and participants in the roleplay are 18+