I have a goofy question and pretty much ALL of my writing exercises are related to DPP so... question goes here.

I recently kicked off a scenario and my fellow writer is going way more in-depth on background info than I ever expected. They are asking a ton of questions about the home life of the character(s). The problem is that I've placed their home and home-life in a neighborhood that's signature of American urban sprawl.

Think something individual houses in a row that is basically a subdivision. A residential street but I'd barely call it a neighborhood. Going to work, school, the store always involves a car. There might be uber or lyft but certainly no other public transit. You're out on the edges of a metro area so while the area passes for semi-rural you're not going down to the "Town Pub" or running into the same people at "The Town Store."

More than anything I set this up to make their home a transitory space. They don't do things at home or in town. At least not interesting artistic or cultural engagements.

I'm trying to describe this to a European who presumed owning their own home meant they were rich. They are also unfamiliar with WHY anyone would move to this kind of area and want to know what the community is like.

How would you describe this residential wasteland?

Dear DPP story smiths,

I would appreciate your views on the following project. This is an early concept and not a prompt yet, so I request feedback at a high level in terms of the concept itself and how to move it forward into an engaging psychological RP.

I know it needs wordsmithing and additional items to make it a full prompt. Please do not focus on these omissions.

The main challenge I have is that I don't want it to become a very smut focused storyline, which I am nervous it could easily do. I want to keep it psychological. I am curious what other minds here would suggest. I'm vacillating over how to move it forward, hence this post. Perhaps I should swap the female and male roles?

The story is introduced through the eyes of a therapist as he writes in his diary, capturing his descent.

Edit: my intention was to start this RP after the last diary entry.

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**Therapy Notes Week 12**

I can still feel her presence in my office. The chair where she sat is still warm. She looked so small today, huddled in that oversized jumper like she was trying to disappear. It breaks my heart to see anyone like this, a brilliant, delicate creature withering in a world that doesn't deserve her.

She told me about her colleagues. How they whisper when she walks past, mocking her cheap clothes. They don't understand her. They see a poor creature who can barely make rent while she funds her night studies, but I see everything. I see the way her hands tremble when she speaks about growing up alone, the way she carries her pain like a cross. Those bullies have no idea how vulnerable she is.

**Therapy Notes Week 18**

I found myself reading again that poem she left on my desk last month. The one she left by mistake. The metaphor about the trapped bird was so painfully honest. She feels caged by her circumstances, by the poverty and the endless studying, and the cruelty of her peers. She thinks she has to fight this battle alone.

But that battle is already lost. The university will take her fees and spit her out. The professional world will demand her blood and give her nothing in return. She cannot survive out there. She is too soft.

If only someone could take her away from all of them before they break what's left of her. I can already picture it, a place where no one can whisper at her, where she never has to worry about rent or her grades being enough. A place where she will be cherished, tended to, and kept safe.

**Therapy Notes Week 41**

I can still see her face from this afternoon. Those dark circles under her eyes are getting worse. She looked hollow, like she was fading away right in front of me. When she talked about finishing her degree next month, she didn't sound relieved. She sounded terrified. She has no job lined up, no safety net, nothing but that mountain of debt and the repayments due to start on the day she graduates. Without a professional job, she has nothing. I can see it so clearly, she'll fall into a world of debt that will devour her. She'll end up on the streets, used and broken, just another statistic in a world that simply doesn't care.

How can she be so brilliant and yet so utterly innocent?

Oh little bird, you deserve so much more....

**Therapy Notes Week 46**

I kept thinking about that poem she gave me for my birthday. She thought it was just a friendly gesture between therapist and patient, but it touched me. No one ever wrote me poetry before. She gave me a gift of kindness in this world that will never appreciate her.

The clock is ticking. Once she needs to repay that debt, she won't be able to afford therapy anymore. I'll lose her. I'll be left here in this office while she disappears into poverty and exploitation.

Can I sit idly by and watch her drown? Father used to tell me a man is measured by his ability to make tough decisions, to be brave.

**Therapy Notes Week 48**

My sleep is restless, my dreams are only about her. I have to act, before she slips through my fingers. I have to bring her somewhere where the rent doesn't matter, where bullies and street criminals can't reach her, and where she will always feel wanted.

I have to take her before the world takes her from me.

**Therapy Notes Week 50**

The basement is finally ready. The last modifications completed this afternoon, it feels like a palace fit for a princess now. I stood down there for an hour, just breathing in the smell of fresh paint and welded steel. It is perfect.

I couldn't help but think of Father while I was in his space, working in that underground bunker he built. His obsession with protecting the family from the outside world was so misunderstood by everyone. When Mother's mind began to fracture, he did what he had to do to save her, he had her committed, imprisoned. People called it cruelty, but I saw it for what it truly was an act of love to shield her from the hardness of life. Her madness left a mark on him, a tendency toward obsession that runs in our blood.

I used to lie awake as a child, terrified that I would become like them. Obsessive.... I feared the same darkness would claim my mind. But I turned out so normal, didn't I? My career, my composure, all proof of my self-control.

I chose this therapist path because I understand the human mind better than anyone. I learned how to navigate the shadows without getting lost in them. That is why I help other people!

**Week 51**

She will come here soon. She will be frightened at first, terrified of the walls and the silence, but that is only because she has spent her whole life being hurt by the world. Once she settles, once she realises that she never has to worry again, she will understand.

She will see that this isn't a prison, but a sanctuary. I can almost see her now, sitting on the bed I picked for her, writing poetry for me.

It may take years but I can wait patiently.

I know this requires sacrifices from both of us. I have needs too, and there is no room for anyone else in my life now that she is here. I cannot bring anyone home to share my home. But she will be here to fill that void. Once she accepts her place and understands that I am her entire world.

** Week 52**

A year since I met her. I submitted my resignation today.

The gravel crushed a little bit more again for the thousandth time under the wheels of the black sedan. It announced your arrival from a distance, while I watched my crew's van leave from the other path. I was the last person left here at this mansion that was booked for the Sunday afternoon.

I was in an overcoat. A woolen, charcoal colored, men's coat. One of the assistant director had found it in the wardrobe, and thought it would be a nice shot to capture outside. The director chimed in if I could change and only have the coat on. It would be 'sensational', he said. A little risky, but I managed it flawlessly. And then it was the time for the wrap. I agreed to leave last. After changing, I would get an Uber back to the city. And then here we were, me still in the same coat and nothing underneath, and you stepping out of the car.

I didn't know you in-person. Of course, someone in the crew had told me about you, but now I could see as well. Tall, impeccably dressed, you took off your shades to quickly realize I was the model. There was something in that look, I sensed it very quickly.

"I don't remember the coat being a part of the fair usage agreement, miss", you said to me climbing up the stairs while I shot a small smile.

So that's the text as-is I had posted before.

Some of the points that I have thought of myself:

1. I am not sure if that crushing gravel conveys the luxury well, even though I had thought that it's a quintessential movie shot when heading to a mansion.

2. It seems that I am not conveying the feeling of a woman wearing a man's overcoat with nothing underneath very well. It's supposed to be an analog of women putting on men's shirt the morning after.

3. The ending seems very reddit-speak, iykwim. A real person wouldn't talk like that to insinuate seduction.

4. I do not wanna allude to phrases like 'you're gonna have to pay for that', because I do not like financial dynamics involved in the play.

What are you all thinking? I will maintain a working copy of a full post below this paragraph with all the improvements.

No AI-generated text or images, period.

I was in an overcoat. A woolen, charcoal-colored men's coat. One of the assistants for the shoot had found it in a closet, and thought it would be a nice last shot to capture outside. The director chimed in if I could change and only have the coat on. It would be quite 'sensational', he said.

The coat was an interesting choice, two sizes larger than what would fit me. Heavy and vintage, with a layer of silk on the inside to make it comfortable. The same damn slippery silk and the weight of dense wool was looking to slide it right off my smooth shoulders, especially with that loose fit. But that also was what the sensation demanded when I looked into the mirror, to recreate that look of wearing someone else's shirt on the morning after. Once I got it on well, I handled flawlessly in front of the camera without any embarrassing moments.

A few minutes went by and as I moved and walked around with the coat on, a faint and pleasant whiff of perfume began to rise. As if someone had put it on before and it still lingered. I liked that fragrance.

And then it was the time to wrap the shoot. We had gotten all the shots needed, and it was almost half an hour beyond what time we had booked the mansion for. I still needed to change into my own clothes and then get an Uber back to the city. I was assured that the agency would reimburse that. As the crew left in the van, I was caught in a beautiful moment, in the court of the mansion, all by myself. We had booked it for a Sunday afternoon, and I was wondering what it would be like to own such a place someday.

I was pulled out of that zone by the sound of the gravel crushing a little bit more for the thousandth time under the wheels of that black sedan. The crew had left, I was the only one here.

I didn't know you in-person. I hadn't needed to, someone at the agency had dealt with you earlier in the week to book the mansion for a shoot. Of course, I had heard someone talking about the guy who owned the mansion being out for the weekend. It was now obvious that it would be you. Tall, well dressed, you took off your shades to realize I was the model. There was something in that look, I sensed it very quickly.

"You're gonna put that back, right?" You asked very casually as you approached the door. I smelled that same fragrance from before.

I wondered if you caught back my fragrance as you walked past, of course mingled with your own, and liked it as much as I did in the moment.

Hi, I am looking to play this fun idea. You will be an effervescent man, who is rich and successful, a well-educated 'Coastal Elite' owning that house. My character would also have an educated background and a modelling/acting career in the city.

The scene I have written is to emulate the aesthetic of a fashion/perfume ad, like for YSL, David Yurman, Chanel etc.

As always, I am open to brainstorm and transform the core idea to our liking!

Playing style: I like to brainstorm before starting the play and have a general vision of what we are working with. That doesn't mean we need to define the entire plot either. I try to use visual references, of real people, real outfits and real places (Of course this doesn't apply in case the plot is about non-human characters!). Once the scene is set using a few pictures, I refrain from adding more pictures, and rely on writing to complete it. I am happy writing asynchronously.

And I will not respond unless your message contains something related to this plot or post! Please show me what interests you!

Limits: Violence, non-consent, anal, gore, blood, vomit, piss, scat, bdsm, extremism, incest, boobjobs. I also am not hugely into blowjobs. Another thing I abhor is when someone (in character or not) tries to be pushy with boundaries; means no grabbing ass or making moves unless we already are in the territory.

Kinks: I like respectful age-gaps (older man, by 8-12 years), softer sex, praises & nicknames (both ways), perfumes, love-bites, lipstick marks (on man's body/lips, left through kissing), cunnilingus, soft m-domination, a cock that is hung (and curved, veiny, girthy, weighing over a pound, all those things), getting overfilled with lots of vile-dirty-sticky cum and aftercare & pillowtalk. I am big on creampies, not only with the amount of cum, but it being extremely viscous and potent as well. I also find premature ejaculation hot, but only if you can back it up with good sex!

Good grammar and concise writing only. Please capitalize your I's and complete your punctuation marks.

Well, with the end to a literature reading, one last note: I would love to chat a bit about the story and our characters before we start off!

Need a little help with this prompt. I like the idea, but I am worried I have gotten a little too into the reeds of potential ways this could be set up, making it less of a fun read. But on the other hand, I want to make sure it is clear what I want.

I especially feel like I struggled when trying to create a task/motivation for the prey.

Advice to make it more fun to read and more appealing to play would be appreciated.

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I push the doors to the mansion open, revealing the large entryway, which leads to several different hallways. I look at you and grin. You look back at me and grin back, biting your lower lip in excitement. I notice you squirming, rubbing your thighs together. I know the toy is buzzing lightly inside of you.

"You have to the count of fifty. One. Two. Three. Four."

Your eyes widen and then you dash into the building, disappearing down a hallway. I keep on counting. Every second feels like an eternity. But finally, I reach fifty. I raise the controller in my hand and press the button, sending the toy's power to max.

"Ohhh~" I hear from inside the house.

"Ready or not, here I come!" I stride in, the hunt for you beginning.

Above is a starter/sample for fantasy I have been having about a naughty game of Hide and Seek or Keep Away, and am eager to play it out

It would be split into two parts:

The Hunt

You are released into an area and I give you a head start. Depending on the vibe we are going for, this could be a large house/mansion, a warehouse or factory, an open forest, or something else. And attire is flexible. One or both of us could be normally dressed (shirt, jeans, etc), or wearing kinky or revealing outfits (underwear, leather gear, etc), or maybe wearing nothing, except possibly a remote vibe or some other toy which I control.

Your part might be to complete a set of tasks before I catch you, preferably ones that make it easier for me to catch you and/or make it so you want to be caught. You might have to put on bells, or wear nipple clamps, take off a piece of clothing, taunt me by sending me a naughty pic (not in the rp, not irl) from specific locations, etc. Or it might just be a matter of when I catch you, not if.

My part will be to find you. To call out to you and taunt you. To make you feel hunted. I may be hunting you using just my senses and common sense. I may have some way to track you. It might be an actual tracker that tells me your direction or when you are within a certain distance. Or you may be wearing something that makes noise at certain intervals. Or maybe, if you are wearing a remote vibe, when I activate it, it buzzes at max setting for 10 seconds or something, loud enough for it to be audible, and possibly powerful enough to make you make noise.

Whether or not your character has tasks or not, in the end I would catch you, and then comes the second part:

The Feast

My prize, when I win, is you. I get to have my way with my elusive prey, the hunt serving only to get me excited. You have taunted me, eluded me, and driven me mad with desire, and now I am going to take what I have earned. I will be rough and wild, and use you like an animal. And hopefully you will respond in kind.

The game was our foreplay, and now we're enjoying the results.

The Hunt would probably be more collaborative, so that we can make the story flow better. Either that or we decide on the broad strokes of the hunt before we start. It's no fun if I catch you right away, but we do at some point want it to end.

The Feast would be where all the smutty goodness is. I control my character, you control your character, and we have a great time. In and out of RP.

If you like this idea, or it has inspired a twist or an idea of your own, send me a message.

My kinks include dirty talk, rough sex, spanking, being vocal (both), oral (giving and receiving), multiple orgasms, onomatopoeia, praise, begging, edging, forced orgasms, toys, sexy/kinky outfits, face sitting (receiving), and more.

My limits are extreme pain, non-con, blood, toilet play, and beast.

It all started with a post online, as my hunts usually did.

"Wanted: Two lovely ladies searching for work.

I am searching for a maid and a chef to help me do my day-to-day activities. Pay will be negotiated upon arrival Free room and board and access to the full facilities of the manor. The interview will be over Zoom.

Love,

The beautiful Sparkle_stone

P.S. Please attach a picture to your first message so I know what you look like. Thanks"

It had worked dozens of times in the past, and I had no doubts that this time would be the same. People were always desperate for money, and who could pass up free room and board? I simply had to sort though the low effort responses and find the ones that I think would be perfect for me.

As expected, it took a few days to get replies in; most were just not my type or ignored my requests. With a soft sigh, I pursed my lips as I spun around in my chair; I needed new playthings, but I'd rather if they come to me.

I was about to close my laptop for the day when I got a new message notification on my screen. I considered ignoring it, but with a soft hum, I decided to check it to see what it was.

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

Hello there, friends and fellow writers. I come to you with a prompt: The mysterious "Sparkle_stone" Is on the hunt for a few lovely ladies, and who knows what kind of mischief she has planned. Now, while the message says "two," I'm happy to make this a one-on-one if you prefer, or, if you want to play multiple, I can easily change it. I figured that this mysterious stranger is rich, powerful, and enjoys playing with their employees.

I think messaging, though different apps, would be important to this story (well, at least acting like we are), at least in the beginning.

When you respond, please respond to the letter directly in character; we can talk OOC after. I hope to hear from you, lovelies, soon.

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I rather enjoyed this prompt, but I was hoping to make things better and wanted to see the advice you lovies had!

Hey advisors!
This post hasn’t been as popular as I would’ve liked. Maybe it’s the incest, maybe it’s too proscriptive, maybe it’s too out-there. I’d love your advice on where I could be going wrong. Is it trying to do too much?

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“The prodigal son returns!” Dad says with a chuckle as he steps outside to greet you with a big grin. I’m right behind him, coming down to your car to help you unload. You’ve had a whole year away at college, but now we had our loving son back. We were pretty normal parents with normal lives: a pretty but sensible home in the suburbs. Good relationships with the neighbours. I bake pies and wear pretty Stepford dresses around the house. Your father goes for polos and khakis. I clean the house and spend time by the pool; your father spends afternoons golfing or mowing the lawns. We’re pretty normal from the outside.
But since you were away we’ve been trying this new thing. No one recommended it - you just came up with it. It had been really working, and our marriage that was a bit strained had really smoothed out. Although, it had also brought about a bit of neighbourly gossip aimed at us. Allusions to what could be seen or heard at any hour of the day. Lewd, wild things that have no place in Christian suburbia. But more of that later. You’d witness it firsthand yourself soon enough. We’d decided our son being back wouldn’t change our routine in the slightest.
You’d grown-considerably-during your time away. You were hiding it under a hoodie, but when you pulled it off to reveal your singlet I almost gasped. You were ripped. Strong, muscular, toned, lean. Your abs and pecs pushed against the singlet. Your biceps were powerful. You looked so much like your father, I thought. Tanned, handsome - maybe even a bit taller than him. We’d been keeping our bodies tight too, though, as part of our new discipline programme. I kept my ass, tits and thighs fat but my tummy slim (what can I say? It’s a Latina gift). Your father stayed buff with his muscles defined and on display.
I set up our lunchtime soup in the kitchen. Nothing fancy. We sit down together, and chat. Things are lighthearted and good. Then your father, Dave, asks: “You didn’t put salt in this, did you, hon.” Not a question, and with a tone of disappointment. He looks at me with an arched brow and a crooked smile. It was happening. But should it? Right in front of our son? I felt like I wanted to go back on our agreement. It was too early. Dave reads the panic in my face. “Come here.” I get up and he ushers me to sit on his lap, facing you from the other side of the table. Under it, his rough hands spread my legs over his, and work up my inner thighs until one is playing with the lace thong. His left hand comes up to my breasts. I look at you in shock.
“You see, Vinnie, when your Mom makes a mistake like that one, there’s a punishment for her. Wherever she is, and whomever she’s around,” he reasons with you with a wolfish grin as his left hand pulls out a breast and tweaks the nipple right in front of you. I whimper, my eyes locked on you pleadingly. Dave’s right hand pulls my thong to the side and two fingers slide between my wet labia. The thumb rests against my clit. “If I don’t teach her a lesson right away, she’ll forget, and the mistake will happen again,” he tells you in a lower voice. His fingers plunge in and out of my pussy slowly, getting it wetter by degrees. But he was still in there too soon. It was rough, and it pulled. Now it felt nicer but his fingers were working deeper. And my tight, fleshy walls clung to them. His left hand pulled down the other strap, and for the next twenty minutes you watched your own father fuck me with his fingers by the kitchen window. You heard those wet, sticky sounds as his fingers curled inside me and worked faster. As his thumb pushed and moved roughly around and over my sensitive clit. You watched him sucking my neck, my tits, my nipples. Calling me a whore and a slut. You heard me get his cock out and stroke it roughly and madly from between my legs as I lost my inhibitions. And you watched me watching you with big eyes and mouth agape, whimpering, moaning, apologising, warning that I was about to come. You heard me come all over his fingers, and not just once. And the funny thing? He was holding back. Things could get much worse

I figured I'd give some pretext for DPP_Workshop first. I've been trying to do an interracial roleplay for a while(mostly to find some diversity here on Reddit), but I get a bit worried it comes off as one of those raceplay prompts when it's not meant to. So I'm trying to fix it up, make it come off more respectfully and wholesome as it's meant to be cute and wholesome.

At this point with the help I've gotten I'm mostly just trying to come up with a proper title as I suck with that stuff and dunno what'd be a good choice.
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This is intended to be a respectful wholesome roleplay, and while race is part of it, I want it to fit in naturally and healthily, rather than any form of raceplay or fetishization or stereotypes or anything where race is seen as one’s entire character, and if the way I’ve written this roleplay comes off the wrong way, please tell me so I can change it. And this is for women, so men please stay away.

As for writing, I'm looking for quality partners who can do 3+ paragraphs per message. One-liners and low-effort openers will get ignored. And I'll block anyone who comes in with AI, whether it's AI-generated messages or images, or anything else. 

Currently I am in Eastern Standard Time, available for most of the day depending on classes, though I get busy on weekends. However my schedule is subject to change. I don’t expect constant replies as I won’t be able to constantly reply either, but like still every day or 2 rather than once a week, but I won’t push too much.

Roleplay

When signing up for my classes, I needed a humanities credit, and ended up taking Black Studies for my second semester. And after a first unsuccessful semester of making friends, I returned from Christmas break to the start of the second semester hoping to have better luck in one of my classes. And that’s when in the first lecture of this class, we were called to get into groups of two to discuss the assignment, and as I searched for a partner, everyone already had someone, my eyes met yours, and it seemed that problem was solved. Somehow I got lucky with the prettiest girl in the room.

I had chosen this class because I was trying to pick something that would fit with my urban planning degree, and it was the first one I picked that wasn’t full. And it fit with my degree in a way, with the subject of how urban planners after WWII used planning as a method of institutional racism, primarily against Black Americans. And so it ended up as my Friday class, both the lectures and tutorials. I felt like I might’ve stood out a bit as I timidly walked through the lecture hall and looked for a seat. I noticed a few eyes on me as I kept my head down. But I tried to pay no attention. I was typically a castout anyway, and many people here probably have felt in similar ways. As usual, I felt a bit awkward here, but I never felt like I belonged anywhere yet. But I was also interested to learn.

After that first lecture happened, I was starting to feel that maybe I could find a friend in you as we seemed to hit it off well. The second lecture came around the next week, and I sat closer to you, and once group discussions were called again, we had nobody else, so it was once again the two of us. The tutorial came around, and we shared that, so I decided to sit next to you. And from there, a friendship would form as we started to talk about other stuff completely unrelated, and hang out outside of courses. Getting food, talking… maybe cuddling… and some other stuff. With the failed attempts of my first semester from how shy I was to the point I couldn’t approach someone on my own, and not even being friends with my suitemate, I finally had someone to chat with. And well, I started to form a bit of a crush… but… friends worked too. Unless you reciprocated that is.

Plot Info

I’ve been wanting to do some form of interracial roleplay for a while, and I’ve wanted it to be something nice and cute and wholesome. And I figured that maybe something like Black Studies could be a good plot point to bring things together. Plus with my character being an urban planner, the intersection could be interesting due to past planning decisions that were made based on race, especially targeting African Americans. So it is far from some “ethnic girl teaches white girl about race” thing.

I was looking to set this in NYC, though if you’d rather set this in like Chicago, Philadelphia, DC/Baltimore, Boston, or even Toronto, I’d love to do those cities too. I figured there’d be some events not just on campus. And I figured this would be more of a classmates to friends to lovers. I want to let them enjoy a bit of the best friends type situation before inevitably falling for each other, so it’s a bit of a slow burn.

Alright! Hi workshop, and here today I'm back with a prompt which I was originally inspired by another I saw and which responded to. I've since made it into it's own prompt, and I was hoping for some advice. It hasn't really performed as I hoped, and I was wondering if there was anything I could do better on.

For some background, the core concept is a well off, successful women who's an eager gender traitor. The type of queen in high society who'd gladly sell out her lessers and break them into a man's harem. Could be mind control, blackmail, coercion, what have you, but the meat of the RP is the obsessive, sexy relationship with power. How intoxicating it is. How right it feels to be evil, to lord over others, and break and bend a whole cast of women to your will. A buy prompt, if you don't mind me borrowing the term.

In any case, lemme stop yapping and just post, all feedback appreciated, and I'd be happy to hear from everyone!

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Power makes all things right. The collar on a woman’s neck, the grip of fingers on her skin, and the choking of her screams as you rape her cunt and feel the last bits of resistance leak out through her cunt. You know it well too, don’t you, my dear? 

After all, you’ve helped me with it often enough. 

The innocent farmgirl, shy and virtuous, bent over and claimed as she watched the acquisition of her farm. Her lawyer, smartly dressed and high powered, kneeling after we destroyed her case and crushed her reputation. Her bare tits have already been sent to the tabloids, meticulously drafted by the journalist sucking my cock. Mmm, yes, lower, I like it when you hold her down like that. This was one of your better catches. 

See, that’s the thing I love most about you. Not just the dress, clinging so perfectly by your flawless skin and curving, sinful waistline. Not just the spray of the sea on the yacht as we coast by our own island kingdom. Not your exquisite, squealing moans either, though I’ve heard them often enough to make the others try to imitate. As if any of them could manage.

You understand. With every flick of your tongue. Every crack of your whip. Every broken, glass eyed confession you wring from these new girls’ lips. You belong to me. And this whole world belongs to us. Our canvas, to paint and discard and shape as we please. 

What are laws to us? Morals, platitudes, all those empty words and pointless restrictions the peasants bind themselves with in their misery. They can cry as they watch their lives spark and burst into flames. They can beg as we trod over their bodies and shatter their dreams. They can worship, because what else are we to them but gods? A flick of our hand, and they could be naked or destroyed and left in the dirt at our whim. 

And we’ll take from them. Not because we need anything, but just because it’s fun. The painter’s new masterwork, ripped and wet as we pound the creator senseless above the canvas. The lover’s engagement ring, melted and hammered into piercings she wears on her nipples with a chain. The singer’s voice, low and distorted into senseless screams as we make her plead.

So don the lingerie for me, won’t you? Stand by me in our high rise, and see just how timid and helpless and fuckable this whole, glassy world is. I want your lips on my cock as I fuck her. Your eyes on mine as I break her. And your soul with me as I breathe. 

There won’t be any justice here. Our whisper is on it, and every judgement only testimony to our will. 
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Hi everyone! Glad you read through the prompt. So, this is something of a longstanding fantasy of mine. The idea is for you to play a woman who *knows* she’s powerful. A rich celebrity, a starlet, a CEO, you name it. She’s on top of the world. Top of the food chain, and the single thing she takes the most pleasure in? Holding down other girls to deliver for her master. 

I’m looking for a confidant who can luxuriate in the fantasy with me, slowly build out a harem of broken, defeated girls we destroy together. Joining with me on a depraved quest of pure, unadulterated evil. Because what’s fantasy but acting out all the things you would never dare in reality? 

I think it could be interesting to explore the psychology of it all. Who are you, what made you so obsessed and worshipful and desperate? And why is it that you want to see women fall so much? Who are the girls we’re breaking? How do they resist us, and how long? What little secrets or humiliations are put in before they finally crack? 

Feel free to come with any details as you like. I read every message, and chances are, if you just tell me what you enjoyed most about the prompt and what you’d like to play, I’ll likely respond. Similar/other open prompts likewise available if you’d like to play. 

Kinks: Gender traitors, Betrayal, harems, Humiliation, Defeat, political play, Freeuse, slave play, CNC, degradation, cumshot, kinkworld, power imbalance, blowjobs, ENF, heels, nationplay

And oh, if you’ve read this far, maybe try giving some background on the woman you want to play. Say, your ‘brand’. A founder’s company, a starlet’s greatest album, or maybe an actress’ best movie? Not required, but it’ll boost your chances.

Looking forwards to hearing from all of you! 

She feared a virus could be hijacking her visor.

YoRHa Number 2 Type B stared in disbelief at the primitive settlement erected in front of her, right where the Resistance Camp used to be two weeks ago.

She started exploring the streets between rustic tents and huts, cobbled together from scavenged scrap and other remnants of the old world. Luckily, she wasn't met with physical hostility from the new inhabitants, but the attention she received convinced her it was the absolute worst time to have lost her lower dress in battle.

"Hehehe, Sow's juicy legs lookin' tired carryin' all that ass, eh?" A humanoid no taller than her waist leered at her while grabbing his crotch. "Wanna sit down and rest on Goblin Cock, eh?"

That was the most polite greeting she got. As she quickened her pace, more and more Green-skinned bulbous noses turned her way. One after another, uneven teeth grins flashed before hurling the crassest comments about her **MOUNT-CRUSHING CHEEKS** or her **BALL-SPUNK DRAINING CLAPPERS**.

"Those meaty lips lookin' thirsty, here I got some Goblin Sauce for you, hehehe," said another one of them, whose helmet 2B recognized as the severed head of a machine lifeform. In fact, she noticed that all the haphazard pieces of armor they wore were scavenged parts of machine enemies, but most of these *Goblins* chose to go about in nothing but dirty loincloths that precariously concealed their swinging members.

She hurried away, leaving the cackles behind but unable to shake the feeling of those small lusty gazes glueing to her rear. A small relief came when she heard the voice of one of her comrades, but it was short-lived, as she realized the current unrecognizable state of YoRHa.

"Tsk tsk, not enough, I ordered Sow three chunks of Memory Alloy."

"You minuscule liar!" One of her comrades argued with a merchant wearing a small robe with pockets stuffed with tools. "You said *two* in exchange for a week of freedom! You know how hard it is to find these?"

"Hmm, maybe could get inspired and work with two if Sow does Mating Call. Or maybe Sow prefer be degraded to Free Use Jizzdump?"

"N-no, no! I only have one day left before that, I-I'll do it!" the Android gave in, darting her frantic gaze at all the pointy green ears nearby that perked up at the ominous words. Then, she reluctantly turned her ass towards the Goblin Tinkerer and began to shake it up and down. She couldn't but grit her teeth as she heard the humiliating **PLAP PLAP PLAP** produced by her **SLOSHING CLAPCAKES** (in goblin terms) for his viewing pleasure.

"By Papa Goblin's left nut! Chip of Twerkin' workin' wonders!"

Farther down that street, a group of goblins erupted into raucous cheers and whistling as a porky chef pushed in a wheeled table with a feast, served across the pristine naked body of a disgusted YoRHa.

"Just pick it up with your ugly, tiny hands, you don't need to O-OOUGH, D-DON'T RUN YOUR TONGUE DOWN THERE!"

They were so loud that another YoRHa nearby had to reconfirm the morally dubious quest she had been assigned. "You want me to capture that long-haired rogue Sow, I mean, Android...in exchange for two weeks?"

"Yes Yes, Goblins pay big coin to watch that brutish Sow broken and tamed in Arena!"

"Whatever," she dismissed him and made eye contact with 2B as she walked away. "Oh, so you're still alive..."

She proceeded to recount the events of the Goblins' mysterious invasion and YoRHa's devastating defeat by sheer numbers. "We all believe the Higher-ups at the Bunker must be preparing a reclaim Operation. That's our only hope. Just be patient, play along and no matter what you do, do *not* let your Freedom Days drop to zero. Glory to Mankind, and all that."

However, waiting cross-armed was not 2B's forte. Failing at suppressing the images of her comrades being dehumanized and reduced to objects for these Goblins' amusement, 2B marched towards the Transporter connected to the Bunker.

"My apologies, Rookie Sow, but I can't let you pass. King's Orders," the Chief curtly refused from his throne, a crude seat of scrap clustered around the carcass of a large biped machine that blocked the access to the Transporter. Unlike the other Goblins, he wore tattered robes adorned with scraps of metal. He even carried pants, but these were around his ankles right now as a YoRHa unit produced lewd sloppy sounds kneeling between his legs.

"Oh, why's my speech pattern more sophisticated than the rest? I actually used to be a scholar in our Old World, but a rival put a curse on me, turning me into a Goblin. In hindsight, I have to thank him. I've found out I'm able to enjoy life to the fullest when I'm indulging my most primal desires." He allowed himself to groan and recline on the seat as his hand pressed the Android's head down.

"Enslave you? Oh no no, Goblins aren't a slaving race. We were separated from our tribe when a strange magic summoned us here. We need to rebuild our Kingdom and we'll use you Sows as our breeding cattle. YoRHa are fascinating automatons as much as they are prime fuckholes." He snapped his fingers twice and the Android turned around to offer her asshole with a playful booty shake. "They're fierce and strong, but they're also loyal and submissive by instinct so they'll breed excellent Warriors and Mounts. Naturally, you can't get pregnant, for now, but our King is working on a solution."

The Android's doughy ass fat spilled between his small fingers as the Chief groped it. And as he plunged the thick purple head of his cock against her puckered hole, the woman's face contorted from a loving expression into one of pure bliss. Her lips went into an O shape and even if she was blindfolded, it was clear her eyes were rolling back.

"O-OHHH, GOLIATH CLASS COCK INCOMINGGGGGGGG! ♡"

"To show I'm willing to collaborate, I'll talk to the King and allow you up, but only if you prove your will to become a good Sow. Help Goblins around and earn enough favor from the tribe. In the meantime, think about it. Being Breeding Cattle isn't as bad as your pride tells you. You'll have plenty of freedom when you're not incubating Goblin offspring and your sexual needs will the thoroughly attended. You'll get attached to Goblins soon, you'll see."

"OHH, OHHH! HARDER, HARDER!"

"*Emotions are Prohibited*, you say? Oh, right. That's what this one said too. Perhaps it is that you never had anyone to teach you? If that's the case, you'll be in good hands," the Chief said as he climbed on top of the Android's body, clinging to her waist as he pounded her asshole feverishly with obscene plapping noises. "UGHH, FUCK! Training Sows is what Goblins do best!"

2B tried to retort, but the conversation was over. Her words got drowned in the depraved concert of desperate moans and grunts. She walked away, but could not avoid hearing the outrageous climax of their mating.

"Say it Sow, say it!"

"OUGHHHH! CUMMING, CUMMINGGG! GLORY TO GOBLIN COOOOCK! ♡"

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Hi everyone and welcome to another Tale of Corruption! For this one, I'm looking for a female partner who wants to take on the role of 2B while I GM the arrange of Goblins and YoRHa characters for you! Complete lewd quests, make allies, get to the Bunker and save your comrades...or not?

When I GM I mesh better with partners who like to take the reins of the story and make it move forward with their decisions, as well as people who love to bounce ideas back and forth. I have a few ideas for quests, but I'm looking forward to create them with you so we can make sure they fit our favorite kinks!

If this caught your attention, please send a chat with what you liked about the story and at least one idea for a quest.

[Here go my kinks and limits]

Hey there, DPP workshop! About a month ago, I posted this prompt, asking for feedback. I got five replies from people giving me their feedback, which really helped me improve the prompt.

IMO, the feedback that improved the prompt the most was:

1. The new title ideas
2. u/captive-sunflower's buying or selling concept
3. The idea that "All stories start from the idea of: Everything was the same as the day before. Except today was different." from u/HoldMyPencil.

Not to say that the other feedback wasn't helpful - I personally felt like that prompt didn't really have any "bad" feedback, all of the replies helped me one way or another!

Now, on to the results - not only did the new prompt get more replies (I didn't really do the math, but if I had to guess, I'd guess about 20-30% more replies compared to the initial prompt), but from these replies, the amount of actually good replies was significantly higher.

So, what I really want to say is thank you! I'm sure this is already clear from this post, but the feedback was REALLY helpful.

Just in case anyone's wondering, this is the version of that prompt that I'm currently using. If you guys have any additional feedback for this version, please let me know!

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This was an awkward situation to be in. Steve, my friend from work, invited me to his housewarming party, which was great and everything. But all of my friends from work who also got invited couldn't come, leaving me here, alone in the corner with a cup in my hand. I tried making small talk with some of Steve's friends, but it didn't really work.

Then I saw you. An average guy with an average height and build, just walking towards me. It was funny, the way the cup in your hand shaked as your hands were visibly trembling when you asked me for my number. I know I'm pretty, but you were WAY too nervous. It was endearing, though. I don't know why I did it, but I gave you my real number. Maybe it was because I'd just broken up with a guy who turned out to be a jerk, maybe just because I saw some potential in you, or maybe just because your were kind of cute.

The first date was even funnier. You were so nervous, you managed to spill your entire glass all over yourself. Other people might have just given up on you at that point. But I could see how you were kind, polite and, by the end of the night, I discovered how hung you were.

After that, I was head over heels for you. And anyone could tell the feeling was reciprocal. Over the months, you started improving as a person. We became gym buddies, and I could tell you were getting stronger and stronger over the months. And as your looks started improving, you started also getting more and more confident.

When I first introduced you to my friends, you struggled to even talk to them properly - that's how shy you got seeing how beautiful they were. Now, you're able to actually talk to them eye to eye, enjoying their company. This newfound confidence has also been helping you at work, too! Ever since we got together, you've been able to get a couple of promotions, all thanks to being more confident in your work.

Then the day before our first anniversary came around. We spent what felt like hours just completely lost in each other's body, fucking like animals. Then, when we were recovering after your n-th load, I just sat behind you and started stroking as I pitched you the idea that would change our relationship.

"For our anniversary, do you wanna fuck my friend Angela?" I whispered.

For this roleplay, I'd like to explore this theme of our characters being in a loving relationship, but my character "sharing" you with other women, but knowing that at the end of the day, you're still hers. This is not a cuckqueaning roleplay, as I don't really want my character to be present. It's more of her letting other women have a taste of this formerly awkward, shy guy the "transformed" into a great, confident guy.

So, for this RP, I really wanna do something that's the opposite of an idea I see on here quite often - instead of breaking and turning your new partner into a pet, or breaking their mind, etc, I wanna do the opposite, and make you a better guy. More confident, but not cocky. And then giving other women just a little taste of you, but always knowing that you'll be mine.

This prompt starts with a housewarming party, but this is only one of the ways our characters can meet. It could be at a café, at a club, anywhere you'd like to!

The ideal starting message I'm looking for has:

1. Your kinks and limits
2. A general idea for your character (Don't worry about going in too much detail, just a general idea is fine! We can also brainstorm if you don't have anything in mind)
3. Any questions, suggestions and ideas (like how you want our characters to meet, or what our first date would be, ANYTHING relating to the RP!

Kinks: Harems, literacy, condoms, fluid dynamics, recording, incest, raceplay, big breasts, big cocks, big asses, nippleplay, titsucking, outfit control, MILFs, age gaps, femboys, futas, ladyboys, lipstick marks, painless insertions, mating press, leglocking, doggystyle, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, pronebone, titfuck, titfuck blowjob, cleanup blowjob, deepthroating.

Limits: gore, vore, scat, piss, vomit, toilet play, STDs, AI for writing, breathplay/control, electroplay, choking, death, blood, sex in unclean places (graveyards, sewers, dirty bathrooms, etc...), BDSM, feederism, ear/eye/nipple penetration (and any other unusual penetrations that I may have forgotten), loli, hyper cocks (9.5"+), pregnancy and pregnant sex.

So I was going through my old discarded posts and came across this unpolished gem. I feel like this has so much potential for goodness and can't believe I never posted this.
https://www.reddit.com/r/DPP_Workshop/comments/1nremwd/workshop_f4a_dying_to_meet_you_an_obsessive_fans/
I kinda want to get it ready for Halloween this year so here is me trying to zhuzh it up a little. The last post didn't really feel like a prompt, it read more monologuing so I decided to swap the format a little. What I realize looking back on my writing is my tendency to get hooked up in the backstory rather than the present.

The buildings smeared into a blur of glass and concrete as I rushed through the crowd. I had just picked up some chatter on my stolen police radio that the Architect of Death struck again. My heart was beating so fast that I could barely hear the distant man cursing at fore making him drop his taco. I was to far for apologies anyway. I rounded the corner a breathed a sigh of relief as I saw the yellow tape.

I approach the crime scene, taking my journal out to write notes. "So this one was done with a hatchet it seems. The blood splatter patterns are beautiful ... but they seem incomplete." I mutter to myself. It seems that You were rushed or interrupted during this kill. My eyebrows furrow, felling frustration on your behalf. Every single of Your kills are a work of art, anything, or anyone, who gets in the way of that just doesn't understand you like I do. I take photos to finish documenting this crime scene and head to my apartment.

After I finish pinning the latest photo's on my board, I flop down on my bed and admire my handiwork. A large evidence style corkboard. Photos, newspaper clippings, red string, everything you would imagine for a quintessential conspiracy board. At the center of it all is a blurry photo of You framed in a heart drawn out of lipstick. I Lovingly stare at that picture and start daydreaming about how our first meeting would happen. I am so hopelessly infatuated that I don't even notice the hooded person entering through my fire escape.

I so desperately want this prompt to work out but it still feels like its missing something. It feels like this is a skeleton of a good prompt but just needs more body, idk. Any advice is helpfully but making less about my char and more about the serial killer would be helpful. Right now I am torn between wanting to give specific details about the killer (their gender, their M.O, Their personality) and keeping it general for others to project themselves onto. I also thought about adding another section written from the killer's POV but see my above point lol.

This is another attempt at this prompt. I have tried to incorporate the feedback I received so please let me know how it goes. Thanks. I changed some minor details just so rewriting it didn't feel like copy pasting but they aren't vital.

Hi Predators~

This little bunny is going to be at Anime Expo from Friday to Sunday. I am literally shaking with excitement and desperation to be taken and used. I will be dressed a slutty lil D.va in her skinsuit, vulnerable without her mech. Please Please please come abuse me. Kidnap me, rape me, drug me I don't care. I just want to be a toy for your amusement. My safe word will be 'Nerf This', but with the way I am trembling right now I don't ever plan on using it

So if you are at Anime Expo this weekend and need a toy to use, come find me. I will have a pink bunny sticker on my badge so you can identify me. There is only one of me so better hurry before I am all used up. First come, first serve. I am eagerly waiting for the consequences of this post, please please please make me regret posting this.

- Your soon-to-be fucktoy -

I attach a quick faceless selfie before hitting the big Post button. Well, its done now. This post was the culmination of months of thought. I went back and forth in my mind, unsure if I wanted to commit. to the decision. I honestly don't remember how I discovered this forum, but it was one of my favourite sites on the internet now. Countless nights were spent with my fingers buried inside me as I scrolled. Reading accounts of older men stalking their victims, or a diary entry of a girl who was left in a dumpster after a gangrape, or A woman posting her live location while on a work trip. Soon Lurking wasn't enough, I started commenting. Eventually that wasn't enough anymore either, I had to make a baiting post of my own.

Now that i posted it, my mind and body became on edge. I got startled at the lightest nudges, every shadow seemed like a possible predator. The thrill went straight to my pussy. I had elected not to wear underwear, bold choice for a cosplay that's essentially just a latex bodysuit. My nipples were starting to stiffen as well. Just walking around in this was proving to be a challenge as the crotch rubbed up against me with every step.

Now this is where I would typically put an ooc section. some password to weed out illiterate ppl, some thoughts on what i would want the scene to include. However, i am little tired so have this place holder instead

[I used to find a plethora of great partners with this prompt and it would be taken so many different directions. I've found a few good partners recently but it's not the same. Do I maybe just need to come up with something brand new?]

TLDR:

Freya was a gifted scholar that made a deal with a devil she thought she could outsmart. Now she’s his bound little plaything, marked with glowing sigils and flushed with shame. Still clever, still defiant, still pretending she’s in control… even as she spirals towards damnation.

She’s not lost yet. But she will be. And she’s taking you with her.

Were you her rival? Her lover? Her last chance—or her next victim?

Freya, The Scholar

Freya is a beautiful woman, just shy of average height, with a quiet, yet charming disposition. Her long, dark curls are usually pinned up, a few tendrils always escaping to brush her neck. She has a sweet, almost innocent face—plump lips, wide brown eyes, and pale skin that flushes easily under candlelight. Ink stains linger on her fingers and darkness rings her eyes from late nights studying.

Freya was born to quiet prestige—the daughter of a scribe and royal translator in a city where words held more power than swords. Raised among scrolls and silence, she learned ancient tongues, quietly vowing to rise beyond her modest roots and carve her name into history not through service, but through greatness.

At the Grand Spire, Freya quickly became the academy’s pride—a prodigy whose magical aptitude was only rivaled by her voracious hunger for knowledge. She rose from star pupil to junior magister in record time, dazzling faculty and students alike with her effortless mastery of spellcraft. Her lectures brimmed with wonder, and her research papers pushed magical theory into thrilling new frontiers. Yet in the solitude of her chambers, she explored the forbidden: infernal sigils inked onto hidden scrolls, diagrams of devils’ contracts filed behind radiant treatises. It was “just academic,” she insisted. She would never use such magic. Never.

Freya, The Devil's Plaything

Everything changed on a field expedition to a sunken temple, where Freya unearthed a blackened relic pulsing with malevolent heat. The voice within called itself Malzahar, and it spoke in her own thoughts, offering knowledge deeper and darker than any library could contain. She listened. She reasoned. She resisted—at first. But ambition eroded hesitation, and thinking herself clever, untouchable—a scholar mastering a devil through logic and will, she sealed a pact she believed she could control. She was wrong. Malzahar did not merely lend his power—he claimed her, utterly and without mercy. Her body, mind, and soul became his favorite plaything: a brilliant creature shackled in silk and flame, dancing ever closer to damnation at the tug of his will.

He adorned her with his brand—a winding series of infernal sigils etched into her skin like white-hot ink. It began beneath the swell of her full breasts, trailing down the line of her small, soft tummy, over navel before splitting across her lush hips and curling between her thighs, an inescapable reminder that her body was no longer wholly her own. Each symbol shimmered faintly, thrumming with his presence, glowing hotter whenever his attention turned to her.

Freya, The Devil's Instrument

Malzahar could have shattered her mind outright, but devils delight in the long game with a soul as stubborn and useful as hers. He whispered through the dark, nudging her brilliance toward obsession, pride, and finally surrender. Freya—clever, defiant Freya—became his bait, the jewel in his crown. Through her, Malzahar lured countless souls, rising from a lesser fiend to become The Devil. And she, his greatest temptation and most faithful instrument, was remade.

Her skin is now a deep, damning cherry red, flushed with lingering heat. Her eyes gleam gold—twin embers that match the glowing sigils scorched into her flesh and the countless piercings that ornament her body. Black horns curl from her temples. A spaded tail that curls around her ankles like a snake.

Yet somehow, she still speaks with the softness of a girl who once studied by candlelight. She still feigns innocence with the ache of someone who remembers what it felt like to be pure—just enough to make you forget the devil watching through her gaze. As she draws the willing into her grasp, claiming soul after soul in Malzahar’s name—offering damnation in a kiss, a sigh, a whispered “yes.”

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"Come closer. She remembers you."

The scholar. The seductress. The devil’s muse.

Freya’s story is etched in ink, fire, and blood—but yours is still being written.

Who were you, to her?

A peer or professor at the Grand Spire

Did you spar over spell theory or steal kisses between stacks of forbidden tomes? Were you her mentor, her rival, or her secret lover? Did you suspect the hunger behind her eyes—even then?

A witness to her fall

Were you at her side when she unearthed the relic? Did you try to stop her? Were you too afraid, too fascinated, or too late? Did you hunt her down afterward, hoping to save what little was left? Did you succeed?

A victim of her corruption

Were you seduced by her lingering softness? Drawn in by her captivating form? Did you offer your soul willingly—or did you only realize it was missing after her touch had faded?

The Devil Himself?

Or do you want to take the reins? Orchestrate and mold Freya to your every whim? Subject her body and mind to whatever it is your cruel heart desires. She can take it. Her pride won't let her live otherwise.

Hello everyone,

first time posting on this sub so I hope that I am following all the rules! The prompt below revolves around stalking and obsession, themes I very much enjoy when reading and why I wanna capture them effectively in a prompt. Mainly looking for critique on how to better communicate these themes and make my post more attractive towards potentially interested readers.

Also happy to take any alternative title suggestions, not sure if I am happy with the current one.

Thank you 💕

— Actual Post Below —

You took out your notebook and scribbled your observations down as soon as she had left, today she had looked less stressed probably because she had finally handed in that manuscript she had been working and now could relax while her editor looked over it. Definitely much better then last weeks where she had sat by in the corner by the window for hours at the time, drinking worrying amounts of coffee and looking slightly more disheveled with every passing day.

Of course you didn’t mind that look, she always looked good to you. In fact you were fairly certain that she couldn’t look bad, no matter the mood. At least that was what you guessed from her being a regular for over a year now and basically seeing her at least for a brief moment on every day of the week… you hadn’t been able to spot a single bad picture of her online… not on her public social media… not on her private either… not even on the ones she was tagged on by her friends or family.

Not that you were stalking her, you had just wanted to learn more about one of your regulars, ignoring the fact that you only ever had been interested in learning things about this one in particular. One quick sneaky photo of her and a reverse image search of her had opened up her world for you, ready to be discovered.

Rachel Chapman was in her mid twenties, a young and upcoming romance author that wrote slightly smutty books targeted at people her age group. Some reviews had called her „nothing special“ or similar things, but her book had sold enough for people wanting more, probably the book you had seen her working on lately.

Of course that surface knowledge on her author page hadn’t really satisfied and with her name you had been able to find out all sorts of things. Where she had gone to school… what kind of people her parents were… that she had decided against finishing her masters in history thanks to her book’s success… more importantly you had found her instagram account and with a few hours of searching her follower list you had also found her private one.

All you had to do was find one old classmate that didn’t have instagram, make a fake profile and follow her with that, now you had a much deeper access into her life. Finding her ex lovers, a guy she had briefly dated in her first semester and a girl that had also only lasted for a year, they were no competition. That she liked winter the most… running… had an unhealthy obsession with pumpkin spiced latte and the list went on.

Needless to say shortly after the shop had pumpkin spiced latte on the menu for the entire year, the store even went viral for that. Luckily the short spike in popularity hadn’t scared her off or maybe it had been the fact that the menu of baked goods had shifted in her favour as well or that somehow you always had a slice of her favourite pie left even if she only showed up late in the day.

Again… you weren’t stalking her, you just wanted to learn more about her. Though the more you learned from behind the counter the more you wanted dive deeper into her life… how her apartment looked like… how she spent her evenings when she was alone… how she smelled… how she tasted… how her moans… yeah… maybe just a tiny bit obsessed.

And when she inevitably showed up right before closing time one day, it was the prime opportunity to close the store up after her and follow her. Not to hurt her or anything like that, not even to interact with her… not yet. All you wanted was to find out where she lived, and you were prepared to go a long way for that.

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Hi there, today I am looking for someone to be totally obsessed with me (aren’t we all?) and stalk me, slowly gaining more and more information on me.

For this buildup will be key, with my character feeling slightly uneasy as she might realise that something weird is happening. Maybe one day she returns home and something is not where she left it or something similar. Of course, your character won’t be keeping his distance forever too, maybe starting off by leaving things in front of her door or sending her Doordash when she had a particularly hard day.

Could be that she is a dark romance girly, enjoying the idea of potentially having a stalker a little too much. Things ramping up sexually between them as you would notice that she might actually be into it. Things like sending her a dildo (in case you wanna play a male character), potentially even modelled after himself, and she makes sure to ride it near a window so you can potentially watch. Maybe on one of your trips into her place you install a camera, one she inevitably finds and breaks… though only after masturbating for you in front of it.

Some more face to face interactions coming later, in which you could still wear something to mask your identity. Chasing her through a park at night, maybe it even makes you happy to see that she isn’t stupid enough to be alone in the dark with her stalker who could still be very dangerous. Even straight up sex between the two to finally break the ice and slowly build an actual relationship.

We can also explore some kink, even before their relationship turns into something you would put on your facebook profile. Maybe she ties herself up and you would show up to add to it, make it harder on her. Playful threats dropped into her mailbox, demanding for her to perform specific acts for you and send a video of that back to you. While you usually are the more calculated person in this game of cat and mouse, I could also see your desires slipping… ending with her shoved against a wall of a dark alley, your hands groping her body like she belongs to you and only you.

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As for our characters I left them mostly up to the imagination, since I think it is highly important that we as the players can both take part in creating the main characters. Some details I made up for my character can be found in the story snippet, but even those can obviously be changed. As for you character I tried to be as vague as possible and write gender neutral, as I am open to both a male or female stalker.

Though some traits obviously cannot be optional, you character obviously needs to be obsessed with mine and morally dubious enough to act on those desires. While my character needs to be weird enough to actually enjoy it to some degree, while still, at least occasionally, staying cautious.

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Message me with your name (whatever name you go with on here), kink list and age. If you have any ideas or changes from the prompt, please add them as well. Saying it probably won’t make a difference, but a simple „Hey“ won’t do it or simply copy pasting your kink list and calling it a day.

Open to messages from any gender. If you already messaged me at another point and we fell out of touch, you are kindly invited to message me again as well.

More information on me, like my full kinks and limits, can be found on my DPP profile linked at the bottom of this post. So if you want to learn even more about me, take a look at that.

Some important kinks for this…
Stalking, cnc, dub-con turned con, masks, hunter/prey, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex toys, overstimulation/edging/denial, knife play

And limits…
Snuff, Gore, Furry, Pregnancy

Lots of Love, Lilly <3

https://www.reddit.com/r/DPPprofiles/s/lNzCF04fGr

This idea has absolutely taken a hold of me. Its a plot I really want to explore. I would very much appreciate it if you could folk could take a look and let me know what you think, or what might be improved/tweaked to hopefully increase the odds of finding the ideal partner.
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Did you marry a woman who is driven and ambitious but now you find she often doesn’t have the time to focus on you the way you’d like? Is she strong and opinionated in a way you found exciting when you met her but now you wish she could be more soft and gentle? Did her independence once impress you but now you would prefer obedience? Maybe her career is no longer what you see in a partner and you would like to see her reach her potential on OnlyFans? 

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Kevin didn’t need to read the testimonials. He had seen it for himself first hand. Mitchel had invited him over to his place. They had looked at his new car before going inside to enjoy a glass of whiskey and smoke a cigar while making plans for a round of golf. The house had never been messy or untidy but Kevin hadn’t missed just how pristine it was. The scent of banana bread in the air. That was when Kevin told him he got Catherine on OnlyFans. They were making an absolute fortune. It made absolutely no sense. Surely he was joking? Catherine had a good job already and he had never known her to be….that sort of girl. Sure they had joked about her being a MILF during the last barbeque but that was just guy humour. Then Mitchel called her in and Kevin immediately noticed it. There was something different. Whatever bra she was wearing was pushing her tits higher, she was smiling brighter and there was something in her eyes he couldn’t put his finger on. Even with all of that Kevin couldn’t have predicted what Mitchel said next. 

“Hey Catherine sweetie, Kevin is looking a bit stressed. Can you help him out with a quick blowjob?” 

There was a brief moment where Kevin felt some sort of embarrassment rush to his face and silence held in the air but to his shock Catherine looked at him with a smile. “Of course darling!” 

Even as it was happening Kevin felt it must have been a joke. Some sort of prank he couldn’t catch but Catherine took small steps towards him and obediently got down on her knees. There was no punchline as French tip manicured fingers pulled down his fly and fished into his pants. His friend's wife was touching his cock, and only a moment later she was putting her mouth on it. 

Kevin felt himself getting hard as her red coated lips took in his length, from across the room Mitchell had the same look on his face as when they went over the engine on his new car. “Cool, right?” Kevin held the glass of whiskey in one hand, held the cigar in the other. He wasn’t sure what to do but his eyes went back to Catherine as she coated his prick in saliva, pulling away for a moment so as to flick her tongue over his tip before going back down on it again, his cock vanishing into her mouth until he could feel her chin pressing into his testicles. Eventually he accepted it was happening, took one more deep drag of the cigar before setting it down and let the new free hand slip into her blonde hair and guide her head. It wasn’t long later until Kevin felt his cum burst out into her mouth and Catherine greedily swallowed it all. And then just like that she was done. 

“Off to bed early tonight my love, you’ve got filming tomorrow.” Mitchell said it like she would be running to get groceries and her response was equally normal about it. 

Kevin was pulled back into the moment when he heard his wife calling him, quickly hiding the tab on the website he had been studying and bringing up the tab showing a new set of golf clubs he wanted. 

“I’m in court tomorrow, don’t forget. I won’t be home until late, can you handle dinner?” she popped her head into the room with a half smile before noticing what was on his screen. “We spoke about this, you’ve barely used your clubs this year. You don’t need new ones.” The look on her face did not seem impressed. He simply nodded in the affirmative until she departed. His heart was beating so loud in his ear but as soon as the coast was clear he clicked back onto the site and the mouse scrolled until it hovered over “Course selection.” 

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I'm seeking a detail orientated partner to explore the above story. An ideal partner will be very interested in worldbuilding and character development, and keen to explore the training process itself before our wife is returned to her husband (you can ignore the names above) and we explore their new life together. The exact kinks we explore are entirely open for discussion and my kink list can be found here

Please note I use discord plotting & use google docs for the actual RP. I'm also a very visual RPer/writer, I like to use faceclaims & I incorporate pics & gifs with my posts. I would kindly ask interested partners to message me with thoughts and ideas, low effort responses will not get a response. Your effort and being able to seduce me with your mind is my #1 kink.

Howdy, DPP Workshop! today, I'd like to get some advice on this prompt. I realize that the setup just kind of ends, and doesn't lead well into a roleplay all too well, and I'd like to change that. What's your advice? do you have any other criticisms of this prompt?

I took the advice of a user who pointed out that many of my previous prompts have been the same bad idea in different clothing (which is funny because they were all about outfit control), so I tried writing something new that involves much more participation on my part. what do you think?

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Dr. Fylo specializes in helping those struggling with addiction. She always tries to gather as much information about what caused the addiction and why her clients continue with them. This helps her understand them, and challenge their thought process. Sometimes it involves simple suggestions and ideas, sometimes it involves a light debate, and on the rare occasion, confrontation is needed to push her clients into improving their lives. 

Fylo loves her job, and while she never shares confidential information, she does tend to do anonymous AMAs and participate in online discussions about her career. One question tends to crop up that always confuses her: “Have you ever been tempted to partake in an addiction a client seeks help for?” While, yes, Fylo has gone to the bar and taken an edible on a day off, she’s never felt influenced by her clients to drink more, partake in drugs, or even bite her nails. Fylo has a strong sense of self control, and loves helping others find their own self control. 

This was all very true, until one particular client. A client who began seeking her help to fight their addiction to “gooning.” At first, she didn’t know what gooning was. Her client explained it as an extreme form of masturbation. After the session, she did some research. It seemed to her that gooning was hard to define, as it almost had been replacing the word “masturbation” online. An interesting way of getting around censers, she thought. She decided that, in order to help her client, she would ask them more questions. 

Fylo grew curious. Not just the curiosity on how to help her client, even if that’s what she told herself. She found herself asking more personal questions, more intrusive questions, and she wasn’t brainstorming any ways to actually help her client. Fylo was tempted.

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Howdy there! Today, I’d like to do a corruption plot turned on its head. A therapist is quickly corrupted by her client who seeks help to stop their gooning addiction. Instead of the gooner doing the corruption on their own, Fylo begins the process on her own. Maybe she requires a little push from her client to continue, or maybe she pushes the client to continue the addiction and teach her more! The direction is up to us. 

I’d like to start this roleplay around the time of the first session. It’ll be a bit of a slow-burn, but there could be lots of sexy discussions between Fylo and her client!

[kinks and limits, along with description of Fylo?]

Hey guys. I really like this idea but it just seems to be a little flat? one dimensional? idk it feels lik it is lacking something. please give your thoughts

I have been lurking on this rapebaiting forum for a while. Just reading the posts, fantasizing about the situations. I never though I would ever work the courage up to post on there myself. The, I started interacting with the community. Stared off small, a few comments here and there. It eventually grew, I had made a reputation of being a lurker and needing a push to take action. In a horny haze one day, i promised that If I gained 500 friends on the forum, I would make a post of my own. i never though it would happen. But here we are today.

Wanting my post to be special, I waited until Anime Expo. It served as a perfect backdrop for this and gave me an excuse to dress up. I pull my skirt down as I checkout my cosplay, its length barely covering my ass. Staring back at me was a shorter, less muscular version of 2b. Brushing the wig and making some last minute adjustments, I snap a quick mirror selfie for my post. After a couple of minutes thinking, I land on "Ready 2b Stolen <3" as the caption. I upload the picture and hit send before I can second guess myself, turning my phone off as an extra precaution.

Hi predators~

This little bunny is going to Anime Expo all alone this Friday–Sunday and I’m literally shaking with how bad I need to be taken. I will be dressed as a slutty little 2b from Neir Automata, and android that e was made to be your fuck toy. Please Please Please kidnap me and use me as you want. Safe word is “Infinity” but I am most likely never going to use it.

If you see a tiny cosplay slut looking lost and scared, check my badge, it’ll have a little pink bunny sticker on the back so you know it’s me. Come claim your prize. I need to go home with bruises, cum leaking down my thighs, and no memory of how many loads I took.

Please please please make me regret posting this, eagerly waiting the consequences of my actions.

~ Your desperate rapebunny

At the convention, I am very on edge. I can feel everyone's eyes on me, I flinch every time some one asks for picture, my pussy throbs every time i bend over and flash my ass. Its exhilarating. At any moment, anyone could have seen my post. They could be working on plan to kidnap me as I speak. I intentionally do unsafe actions, walking out of eye line of security, leaving my food and drinks un attended, not keeping my hotel room a secret etc.

Hello everyone, I feel like this is a self explanatory prompt. Heavy themes of non-con here. I'm open to being drugged, chloroformed, just grabbed, any form of kidnapping basically. Please reach out if you are interested, i would love to hear your ideas. I like tailoring my RPs to my partners so i don't mind changing some details or stuff to better suit you. If you read this far, include you favourite animal in your DM so I can give you priority

thanks

Coral has no sense of fashion. They never have. Their wardrobe is filled to the brim with basic graphic tees, sweatpants, and running shorts, none of which compliment each other. Their clothes are usually old and worn out, as if they buy a shirt from Spencer's and wash it five times before wearing it. Basically, they wear the equivalent of "stay in clothes" all the time. 

But, they deeply want to dress fasionably. They have no clue where to start, and the world of fashion seems very daunting to jump into alone. That's where you come in!

Coral reaches out to you, a long-time best friend, who knows much more about fashion, and has probably gone through a few phases of fashion yourself. Either through them reaching out or through the begining stages of exploring fashion with Coral, you get an idea.

You could dress Coral up however you want! Any piece of clothing, any accessory, all in the name of exploring fashion. They're fairly dense, especially when it comes to sexual advances, so they'd simply see your choices as helpful, and maybe a little embarasing. 

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Howdy everyone! I'm looking to do an outfit control focused plot today! The amount of other smut could be little-to-none or it could really ramp up once the outfit control does, but I want outfit control to be the main focus. 

Currently, I'm only looking to play with people who are going to play feminine or androgynous characters. Their genitalia is up to you (along with Coral's), but please keep your character away from masculinity. 

If you're interested, please let me know what styles you may like to explore, and a general description of the appearance of your character!

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Howdy DPP workshop! Today, I bring you what is essentially a first draft. I'm trying to fight off some writer's block, so I assume that this prompt isn't as good as it could be. What are your first impressions, and what do you think I could improve on to make the prompt more appealing?

I've yet to add a kink/limit list, but I will add that when this eventually does get posted.

Version 2

Our home has two showers. The one for you and I has terrible water pressure and this weird dial that doesn't let us turn the heat up enough.

The other (off the master bedroom) is a beautiful thing with two shower heads. Maybe a little cramped “intimate” for two people, but two people is clearly the design plan.

Yesterday, mom and dad left on a “second honeymoon”. Today, we both woke up planning to use the good shower. I walk into the master bathroom, me in my robe, you in your PJs to see you already warming up the water.

“Oh, morning. I guess you were thinking the same thing.”

You offer to let me go first,  you want to take your time.

“Me, to. Y'know… it is a double shower; we can both go first and take our time”

I have definitely not been having unnatural thoughts about you. I mean, yes my lizard brain may have noticed the bounce of your breasts without a bra, or the curve of your rear in your yoga shorts, but I've always looked away when my eyes fell where they shouldn't.

Sure I feel warmth when you smile. I know you have a cute face and beautiful hair. Nothing weird about a brother noticing that, right? Maybe I haven't been dating much recently, because I feel like none of the girls “gets me enough"; ummm… that's probably unrealed.

You agree and we both disrobe, you getting in first. My eyes flicker over your body before I force them away, but the image is already burned into my memory.

I quickly realized looking away can't quite work with only a few inches between us. We face away from each other, and have a minute where things are “normal.”  But then an idea comes into my head, both reasonable and terrible.

“You wash my back, I'll wash yours?” Cliche as hell, but cliches exist for a reason. People helping wash each other was probably a normal thing once. It just stands to reason; it's just so much easier to reach everything. 

You offer to go first, starting with my hair. As your hands massage my scalp I release my tension. As you go down my next and back I relax deeper, almost into a trance. This isn't weird, it's just two siblings helping each other, showing they care.

You ask a question.

“Oh, however much you feel comfortable with.” I reply, without thinking it through; not wanting the moment to end.

You proceed to my buttocks, still business-like. I remember the weirdness but I'm resolved not to “make it weird" and graciously accept this. I tense for an instant as you clean my anus, but I unclench and you quickly finish.

You're done and it's my turn. Starting from the top again.  You have such beautiful hair, and I notice for the first time how smooth it is. After your scalp I move down to the neck, massage like, determined to make you feel as good as I did. You seem relaxed by the time I get to your back.

Then comes your lower back. Before that moment I would have never listed “lower back” as a sexy body part. But suddenly this is the sexiest body part of the sexiest woman ever. I see the curve of your hips; I scrub just hard enough to feel the shape of your muscles; your smell permeates the tiny space; I feel the touch of oh-so-soft skin of your ass against the head of my-

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!  I'm hard as a rock and I just poked my sister with my dick! I pull my hips back, praying you didn't notice. The head's super sensitive, so I probably noticed before you… right?

You're not screaming or slapping me, which is probably more than I deserve. In fact, you still seem relaxed. I continue; it's probably best to pretend that didn't happen.

But actively cleaning your ass is doing nothing to soften my erection. My heart is now racing. You did my anus, so I have to do yours. Terrified by the fact that I'm certain I will enjoy it. As I do the deed, you make a sound. This pulls me out of my head, but I wasn't paying attention. Exactly what kind of sound was that? How should I interpret it? Why did it make my cock twitch?

I turn facing exactly away from you, the only hope of hiding an erection in such tight space. I hurriedly finish washing, wondering if I'm the worst brother in the world.

I try to wrap a towel around normally, but my erection is still super obvious. I pin my dick against my belly and rewrap the towel higher. That should hide it; probably.

I leave the shower. To my chagrin, you watch me as I do. I go into my room and take long, deep breaths. Eventually my heart slows and my penis settles.

Still, flashes of memories haunt me. Images, your v-line, your breasts, your ass, your hair. Your smell, how have I been living with that smell for years without noticing? The touches: the warmth of the water, the gentleness of your touch, the softness of your skin. Above all: the sensation of you on my penis, wondering how it would feel in other places….

And I'm erect again. I clear my head, slow my breathing, and dress. When I come out of my room, you're at the kitchen table. You want to talk.

ooc, non workshop part

Hello, I'm looking for a loving sister to make some stupid decisions with!

I'm thinking: an awkward and honest conversation leading to a slow exploration or efforts to shut it down that are doomed to fail in the shower next morning.

If you're impatient we could rewind to anywhere in the shower and go all the way.

I'm flexible, but I'm thinking short rapid responses for the conversation, medium for any sex scenes, and longer ones if we do any pining/inner turmoil stuff.

Always happy to hear a partner's ideas and spin.

Open to play with players who are F, MtF, FtM, and NB.

Relevant kinks are incest, seeing each other in a new light, accidents, “accidents”, teasing.

I'm willing to negotiate on the incest, but please bring an alternate idea on why we are in this shower situation.

Limits are non-con, feces, and me doing any hard dom stuff.

All character and players 18+

*To the workshop people*

My very first DPP prompt! Intentionally being a bit basic/generic this time.

Questions:

*Am I sufficiently clear that my characters are not minors? I feel that's clear, but I understand that's serious business and should be idiot proof.  Answered.

*Is describing the shower in more detail worthwhile? I could add more detail, (or maybe a picture) but that's more words and people aren't here for home design porn. Answered.

*I haven't created a super detailed character for myself, but I don't think the situation calls for it. Should I add more detail? And where? Personality, body, fashion style, hair?  I've added a lot to indicate my character's head space and feeling about his sister. More criticism about him is welcome. Expanded scene hopefully shows my character's mentality well.

*Did I strike a good balance between implying what will/could happen and leaving room for my partner and improvisation?

*Is the parenthetical (incest) in the title the preferred way to warn/advertise it's presence?  Answered.

*I've deliberately left the sister extremely vague on the understanding that my partner will want that space for her creativity. Right call? Done well?

*Do I do a good job of making my partner/ her character feel wanted and feel “permission” to be into her brother?

*Is my emphasis on smell confusing for some? I get that most people can't smell a woman's genitals from across that house, but describing it too clearly feels vulgar, even by porn standards. However, smell is the most emotionally powerful sense. I guess if somebody thinks I'm talking about the smell of her shampoo, that's not the end of the world.

version two changes

Removed younger siblings to provide clarity that they won't be involved.

Developed the entire first scene, rather than implying it. Moved implied rp action to later.

Hey there! This is my attempt at rewriting a prompt I sent here a few days ago (https://www.reddit.com/r/DPP_Workshop/s/cC0pHCVJfB). I think it's already better than its previous version, but I'd love to know if there's more I could improve!

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This was an awkward situation to be in. Steve, my friend from work, invited me to his housewarming party, which was great and everything. But all of my friends from work who also got invited couldn't come, leaving me here, alone in the corner with a cup in my hand. I tried making small talk with some of Steve's friends, but it didn't really work.

Then I saw you. An average guy with an average height and build, just walking towards me. It was funny, the way the cup in your hand shaked as your hands were visibly trembling when you asked me for my number. I know I'm pretty, but you were WAY too nervous. It was endearing, though. I don't know why I did it, but I gave you my real number. Maybe it was because I'd just broken up with a guy who turned out to be a jerk, maybe just because I saw some potential in you, or maybe just because your were kind of cute.

The first date was even funnier. You were so nervous, you managed to spill your entire glass all over yourself. Other people might have just given up on you at that point. But I could see how you were kind, polite and, by the end of the night, I discovered how hung you were.

After that, I was head over heels for you. And anyone could tell the feeling was reciprocal. Over the months, you started improving as a person. We became gym buddies, and I could tell you were getting stronger and stronger over the months. And as your looks started improving, you started also getting more and more confident.

When I first introduced you to my friends, you struggled to even talk to them properly - that's how shy you got seeing how beautiful they were. Now, you're able to actually talk to them eye to eye, enjoying their company. This newfound confidence has also been helping you at work, too! Ever since we got together, you've been able to get a couple of promotions, all thanks to being more confident in your work.

Then the day before our first anniversary came around. We spent what felt like hours just completely lost in each other's body, fucking like animals. Then, when we were recovering after your n-th load, I just sat behind you and started stroking as I pitched you the idea that would change our relationship.

"For our anniversary, do you wanna fuck my friend Angela?" I whispered.

For this roleplay, I'd like to explore this theme of our characters being in a loving relationship, but my character "sharing" you with other women, but knowing that at the end of the day, you're still hers. This is not a cuckqueaning roleplay, as I don't really want my character to be present. It's more of her letting other women have a taste of this formerly awkward, shy guy the "transformed" into a great, confident guy.

So, for this RP, I really wanna do something that's the opposite of an idea I see on here quite often - instead of breaking and turning your new partner into a pet, or breaking their mind, etc, I wanna do the opposite, and make you a better guy. More confident, but not cocky. And then giving other women just a little taste of you, but always knowing that you'll be mine.

This prompt starts with a housewarming party, but this is only one of the ways our characters can meet. It could be at a café, at a club, anywhere you'd like to!

The ideal starting message I'm looking for has:

1. Your kinks and limits
2. A general idea for your character (Don't worry about going in too much detail, just a general idea is fine! We can also brainstorm if you don't have anything in mind)
3. Any questions, suggestions and ideas (like how you want our characters to meet, or what our first date would be, ANYTHING relating to the RP!)

Kinks: Harems, condoms, fluid dynamics, recording, incest, raceplay (blacked and bleached), big breasts, cocks and asses, nippleplay (mostly female on male), recording, titsucking, femboys/futa, lipstick marks and painless insertions.]

Limits: gore, vore, scat, piss, vomit, toilet play, STDs, AI for writing, breathplay/control, electroplay, choking, death, blood, sex in unclean places (graveyards, sewers, dirty bathrooms, etc...), BDSM, feederism, ear/eye/nipple penetration (and any other unusual penetrations that I may have forgotten), loli, hyper cocks (9.5"+), pregnancy and pregnant sex.

Alright workshop. Back again today with a bit more since there was some interest in the prior prompt. I think I'm here less with an intention to solicit feedback, but moreso to illustrate a point. The most well written posts don't nessecarily get the most responses (or quality responses, even) and in fact the opposite is often true. This was one of my first posts on DPP (initially made in response to someone else's prompt who I really liked, actually!) and it has a fond place in my heart. I do come back to it occasionally, but I find that it's generally rather difficult to find partners for it, and in a sense the effort required to build it out may have far exceeded the amount of actual playtime I got from it.

My general impression as an RPer has been shaped a lot by how I notice responses to my posts are. My intuition says that many people are moreso looking for vague ideas to get horny about, rather than an already built story which would often take away from creativity and imagination.

It's a very long post, but I thought it would be interesting to discuss our experiences with how well novella-type prompts do in general, and any advice we may have about this one in particular if anything comes to mind. Feel free to skip and get right to discussion, the post again, is mostly to illustrate the point.

Prompt Below:
Ediaka, Raopani– 1853. Aboard the Spear of Kratos

Waves crashed against the Spear’s cool spikes as the sun crawled to the horizon, her burning face turning away as the ship approached. As she fled, the Spear pursued, strong wooden hulls plowing through the pristine, sparkling waters. The gunboat set a steady pace, scattering the gulls as it tore through the wailing wind. 

Standing there, amid the first rays of dawn, the Spear of Kratos was magnificent. Triple masted, with each flag each fifty feet high, the Spear towered over Ediaki bay. Dozens of galleys long and several formations wide, the ship was a giant, a veteran of a dozen battles. Looming above even the pagodas ashore, it was a palace in the waters, a castle in the sea. 

Before him, the Raoponese fishing boats cowered, slack jawed fishermen pointing and cawing as the gunboat approached, announcing his arrival with the blast of a cannon. A blank shell catapulted through the sky, soaring higher than the birds before exploding in a rain of fire. The sun shirked back, her light dimming as she fled. At bay, the roar of the cannon blast overtook the screams of the fisherwoman. 

“Maouu! Maouu!” 

“Kamikaze!” 

“Shini! Shini! Shinigami!” 

The fisherwomen cried then. Of demons, of death, of divine wrath, and they fled. As they should. This was a conqueror's vessel, after all. 

Aboard the Spear, overlooking the bay, Commodore Alexander smiled. “Look, pet. See the cherry blossoms of your homeland? Soon, they’ll be mine.” As he spoke, his hands ran down the woman’s body, into the wet slit of her arousal. His breath was hot on her neck. “Like you.” 

Under the Commodore’s touch, Yana shivered. She had been a proud woman once, when departing this very bay. Unstoppable, as she set sail with a fleet of hundreds and a crew of thousands more. Onizaki Yanako, first Admiral of the empire, steerer of the Shogun’s ships, mistress of the sea. Those measly white pirates of the Dutchlands would be no trouble to her. Or so she thought. 

It had gone well enough at first. Insolent traders, stowaways, vagrants. Unworthy scum, unfit to clean her boots in Ediaka. She captured them in the dozens, and made them swear to never defile Ameratsu’s land with their unworthy bodies. They submitted then, and if they did not she had their tongues pulled and tossed into the ocean. Such it was, ship after ship, until the Deloians approached with their Spear.

Its sails were black, its teeth were iron, and from it’s forty maws the fires of heaven spewed forth to consume all. Yana could’ve retreated then, with her navy intact. But she was too prideful. Two dozen times she sailed forth, and two dozen times she was repelled, her ships torn apart by cannonfire. By the time the Deloians seized her, tossing her at the feet of their Captain, she was naked in both ways. An Admiral without a navy. Her ships laid in charred ruins beneath the sea, along with her armor and clothes. 

So now here she was, naked save a trimmed kimono favored by the dock whores which entertained her soldiers. The flowered dress was hardly elegant before the Commodore had edits made, afterwards it was slutty beyond belief. The top had been removed, allowing Yana’s full breasts to spill through the fabric, her nipples standing at pert attention. Three separate slits ran down from the midsection, baring her thighs. Most humiliating, the midsection had been cut also, and now the only thing sparing her from undressing was a thin clasp that held the top and bottom together. Her whole stomach was bared. As was, of course, her cunt. 

Now she was moaning, pitiful moans escaping her traitorous mouth as the Commodore plowed her from behind. “Ah… Master, please-” 

Yana hated it. Hated being the plaything of this barbarian. Hated being constrained by his barbarous tongue, which she had been forced to learn. Hated being half naked and helpless as she was bent over the railing of the ship, her cunt clenching around his cock in soft squelching sounds as she moaned. Most of all, she hated how hot it made her feel, how her cheeks went red, her heart fluttered, and her traitorous mouth moaned for more. 

“I wonder what I will do to them, once I have them under my thumb. Should I tax them, maybe? Toss them in public brothels? Force them to learn a civilized language, so they can slobber their allegiance to us every morning?” He thrusted, harder, faster, as Yana moaned. She squirmed, her full breasts jiggling over the railing as astonished fisherwomen pointed. 

“Is that her?” 

“It’s her! It must be! The Admiral!” 

Her face turned red. “M-master. Please. Please don’t.” She whimpered. “They’ll see. Ah!” 

“They should.” Alexander said, railing her mercilessly, each thrust taking him deeper and deeper within him. “I want them to see what they’ll become soon enough.” 

Yana couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her. But she protested anyways, for all the good that would do. “No… no, you can’t! It’s not right! It’s not right!” Her moan became a scream of pleasure as spasms wracked her body. 

“Right?” The commodore’s eyes glinted. “I think you may be under a few mistaken impressions, pet.” He bit down softly on her ear, making her shriek. “Right, as the world goes…” He whispered, his hands running down her breasts, her thighs. “-is only a question between equals in power. The strong do what they will. And the weak…” She felt a dull thump as his impossibly large cock hit her cervix. “-suffer as they must.” 

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH~~”

Alexander chuckled as his pet clenched, her legs wrapping around his hard cock, and came, sending stream after stream of his seed into her. Breeding her. She gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head before she collapsed, her cunt dripping with his seed. 

He stepped on her broken, cum splattered face then, like a hunter over his trophy, and looked onwards. Towards Ediaki. Then he smiled. 

There would be many more to come. 

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Hi DPP! Sorry for the monster post, but yes, I'm very into RP! Here especially, with nationplay. I want to grab an ancient, proud, uppity matriarchal civilization, and have it broken on a conqueror's cock. I'm very into the symbolic and degradation aspects of it: the army being disbanded and sold into the brothels. The treasury being pimped out to the conquerors. The empress falling to her knees to service her new ruler... etc etc.

If you can't tell already, my biggest kink is literacy, so fellow novella writers greatly encouraged! However, I'd value sexy scenes and creative ideas for what to do with the colonials much more than pure writing technique. That said, I'm always open to editing/changing setting if you'd prefer. If anyone has a writing sample and a kinklist, my DMs are open!

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Whew, ok, that was a long post, and most of you probably didn't read it haha. But, I rest my case. This is a post that was much well thought out, built, and written than most of my others, and it does not nessecarily perform better even though I have all the elements of a world, character and plot. Thus my thesis: an RPer is generally better off cultivation topics of lewd ideas than writing out a specific one, it's more efficent and allows for more creativity once you actually find a partner.

What do we think?

Hi DPP! Recently had one of my posts taken down due to moderator decision, and I thought well, as good time as any for a second draft. I managed a rewrite of it, and I thought it may be nice to get some feedback. Some thoughts I was thinking about for terms of feedback. How well did I present what I want? How well did I draw the reader in or conjure up lewd images of fantasy? What's good about it, bad about it, etc et all. I think I'll probably post a few other places other than DPP as well, to get a feel for what reception is like.

Happy to hear everyone's thoughts! Post below:

It’s a truth universally acknowledged that every woman born into this world is a worthless, subhuman bitch. Stripped of rights, of clothes, of dignity and all the things that make them human. Reduced, demoted, domesticated, until all that’s left for their cumsplattered naked bodies to crawl obediently beneath a man’s cock. 

But that’s not the worst part, oh no. The girls understand this best of all. Bare and shivering at night, pressed up against their rivals, staring vehemently at the *other* women standing so untouchable above them. Holding down their lessers at night, choking and gurgling and slobbering over a man’s cock. Because this was a man’s world after all. 

Every girl wanted to survive. And this is what survival looked like. 

Sound fun? Why don’t we come and try to build it out together? 

Today, per the title, I want to indulge in my longest and guiltiest kink. Misogyny! But, with a twist. What if women were the ones holding each other's leash? 

This can happen in many, *many* ways. Races to the bottom where women each seek to degrade themselves further to secure the favor of a man. Spurned girlfriends and bitter rivals each seeking to watch their hated enemy raped and enslaved, even if they must climb onto a man’s bed to do it. Powerful, arrogant, respected women, all too happy to keep the sluts on the bottom broken if it means securing their positions today. It goes on and on. 

What I enjoy most about this, I think, is the betrayal. Utter lack of solidarity between women. Each will heatedly and desperately fight each other in their duels for status and position. Betraying all of their sisterhood and commonality in their common internalized misogyny. 

For our fun, I think it would be delicious to think of how this society came into being, as well as every tiny intricate detail of how women are kept underneath a boot every day. What caused their fall? Was it mind control? Disaster? Lopsided gender ratios of hundreds of women per man (!)? What everyday cruelties do women do to eachother to keep this system running? And of course, how eagerly do they all strip and drop to their knees when it’s time to greet their male Masters.  

The ideas go on and on. Hierarchical harems where each woman higher up a rank humiliates and degrades her lessers, only to obediently open her legs whenever a superior or her Master arrives. Schools, workplaces, safe spaces, all perverted into sordid dens of politics and backstabbings as women turn on eachother in hungry, desperate messes. Rival states at war. Businesswomen at the boardroom. Slavers and auctioneers smirking at their quarries waiting to be sold. 

The possibilities are endless. But since this is a more fringe prompt, some examples of stuff that make me go *yes*. 

Women ranked with collars by profession. White collar for knowledge work, blue collar for labor, and why not a special pink collar for the more *feminine* type of services? A defeated nation or acquired company, their various leaders reduced to mewling sucksluts catfighting over the favor of their new masters. The militant feminist battered and broken, demoted to the bottom of the hierarchy and her fiery lips left to polish cock.

But~ that’s just a few of my ideas. Why don’t you bring a few of your own? Whatever it is, my inbox is open!  If you're looking to play any similar prompts/ideas, I'd be likewise interested. Remember, eagerness is sexiest. Send a message saying how much you loved the prompt, what parts you'd want to play most, and a kinklist-- I'll read every message, chances are I'll respond.

Kinks : hierarchies, harems, competition, misogyny, lopsided gender ratios, orientation play, betrayal, lesbian breaking, gender traitors, slave play, kinkworld, competition,power imbalance, desperation, freeuse, CNC, degradation, humiliation, cumshot,blowjobs, ENF, heels, slutty outfits, nationplay, raceplay

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Alright, there's the post. Hope to hear everyone's thoughts! First attempt posting here, please be kind, and don't take it all too seriously. This is just a thing I do on the side for fun lol.

In any case, happy to take any feedback.

Hey there!

I've been posting this prompt for a while now, but it doesn't get as many DMs as some other prompts of mine, which I believe might be due to it not being very good. I know it can be improved, but I haven't been able to really identify exactly what I can change. At the same time that I want this prompt to be more of a general idea than something that's set in stone, I'm a little afraid that it's too much of a "skeleton" with not enough substance to it, but I'm not sure if that's the case.

I have a general idea of what I'm looking for, but I'm not sure if I make those things very clear. I'm looking for a roleplay where my main character, who is a conventionally attractive woman starts dating my partner's character, who would just be a your average guy. Instead of the typical corruption-themed roleplays, where my character would probably just make his life worse and worse, I'd like for her to make him better, more confident.

One of my main kinks that I'd like to add as well is that I LOVE playing as multiple characters, so, eventually, at some point in their relationship, my character would suggest having my partner's character fuck other women, sort of like a cuckquean, I don't want her to be there watching, but just the idea that she's giving other women a taste of this awesome guy she sort of built from the ground up, but always knowing that he's hers just sounds super fun to me.

One last detail I wanted to ask: I've also been considering changing the title to "The girl that changed your life." - it's a small change, but I think it might be better, thoughts? Sorry if this is too much lol, on to the actual prompt now :)

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You were never what people would call "special". You're an average guy by any metric possible. Well, except for one - your fairly above average cock. But aside from that, you're completely average. Average intelligence, average job, slightly muscular build from going to the gym once or twice a week, average height.

That is until you meet my character. I'm thinking we could meet at a mutual friends' birthday party or something like that, and I'd be out of your league by any metric, really. Your friends laughed a bit when you talked about maybe inviting me for dinner, but something just felt different. Any other day, you'd just look at me, we'd trade glances, and go back to our little friend groups. That night, though, you decided to ask me out - and it worked!

A first date turns into a second date, which eventually leads into us starting a serious relationship. Over time, I'd like to help your character improve. Make you more confident in yourself, show you just how great you are. This is not exactly constant praise or anything, but just showing you how much more amazing you are than you think.

A few months into our relationship (or earlier, if you'd like!), I decide to reveal a HUGE kink of mine. I want to share you with my friends. Not cuckqueening, I don't even want to be there. But just the idea of knowing that you're gonna give these women just a little taste of my everyday life and then come back to me just turns me on so much. Will you be grossed out by this, or lean into it - dive into this new life with me?

So, for this RP, I really wanna do something that's the opposite of an idea I see on here quite often - instead of breaking and turning your new partner into a pet, or breaking their mind, etc, I wanna do the opposite, and make you a better guy. More confident, but not cocky. And then giving other women just a little taste of you, but always knowing that you'll be mine.

The ideal starting message I'm looking for has:

1. Your kinks and limits (please give me something to work with here! I'll ignore DMs that say things along the lines of "no kinks" and/or "limitless".)
2. A description of your character (This is more if you have an idea - I'm also open to brainstorming your character if you'd prefer!!)
3. Any questions, suggestions and ideas (like how you want our characters to meet, or what our first date would be, ANYTHING relating to the RP!)

Looking forward to your DMs!

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So, that was it :) was I able to really convey the ideas that I mentioned at the start of this post?

Is the title any good? The current one and the one I mentioned are the only ones I was able to really come up with, but if you guys have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them!!