All characters are 18

The red carpets rolled out, paparazzi on either side lighting up the street with their camera flashes. The most famous and esteemed celebrities of our time walking down, answering questions and posing for photos. My car stops outside, and I step out. In a metallic, floor length, low cut, green dress, I begin to make my way down the red carpet.

I pose for the cameras, looking into each one as they flash endlessly looking for to get the photo of the night. Wherever I stepped, cameras were dragged off or other celebrities and refocused onto me, in a sea of famous faces, “Taylor” is all you could hear.

My Era’s tour movie was nominated for a golden globe, everyone was expecting it to be, I had scores of fans interested in my music, and the movie was full of scenes and dresses for the guys to gawk at, even those that hated me couldn’t resist watching.

I arrived at the first reporter ready to discuss my newest achievement, most listened to artist, woman of the year, and now golden globe nominee.

“Miss. Swift how are you feeling tonight?”

“I’m really glad to be here, it’s such a wonderful opportunity.”

“I feel like I have to ask, something everyone tonight is wondering, does the carpet match the drapes?”

My face drops and I step back. How could someone ask me that? I love on to the next.

“I guess what the entire world wants to know, does Taylor Swift spit or swallow?”

Another one. I quickly move on.

“Clean shaven, landing strip or bush?” “I can see you’ve shaven your armpits, what else have you shaven?” “Your breasts look amazing, can I have a feel?” “How many roadies did you take during your eras tour?” “What colour panties are you wearing?”

Paparazzi were focusing on my breasts and behind. Looking for something to enjoy later or show to creeps, some even lay down trying to see under my dress, flashing photos as quickly has they could then running away.

Overwhelmed I escape the the bathroom, no one cared about my achievements, not a single one, all the cared about was my body. I break down into tears in the mirror and hide in a stall. I hear a beeping and lift the lid of the toilet, there’s even a camera there. I go to grab it, but hear mens voices approaching, quickly, and the bathroom door opens…

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Hi all, hope you enjoyed my non con harassment roleplay. For anyone looking to play, I’d love to start at either the beginning and navigate through your characters harassment before getting to the main scene, or just beginning at the main scene of Taylor trapped in a stall as men enter looking for her.

Kinks I’m looking to include in this are: objectifying comments, harassment, Non con/dub con, degradation/praise, body worship, oral, anal, cumplay, crying, group fuck, humiliation, cfnm, AtM, throatfucking, and many more.

Only limit is: underage.

It’s a non/dub con rp, so it can go as far as you’d like depending on how you want to treat her, and I’ll just react to that.

Message me with where you want to start and general idea of what you like.