Do you ever brainstorm and plot with someone, start roleplaying and find your writing styles match super well…all for them to delete their profile after a few days?? It’s happened to me more than once and it SUCKS. So I decided to post about the roleplays that never were…

I spent some time writing up what me and the profile-deleters had already wrote but in a prompt-like format. Below are three plots that I was really enjoying until I was cock blocked by a deleted profile. Take a look and let me know if anything is particularly interesting to you! We can adjust/change anything so come with your own ideas to make this fun for us both!

I typically write in first person, 1-3 paragraph responses. I’m a big fan of build up, tension, and taking our time developing the relationship between our characters so if you want to jump right into the smut I’m not your ideal roleplay partner.

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1. Coworkers/cheating background: So I was thinking I’m a 28 year old woman who just got out of a 12 year relationship. Had been with her boyfriend since high school, never slept with anyone else and put up with his shit cause she was scared to leave and be alone. Enter your character, bold and confident. Maybe a bit older and wants to show her what she’s been missing out on for years. she confides in a him (a coworker) & maybe he’s had a crush on her for a long time and just wants to be there to support her through it. But it turns into a hug that lingers a bit too long, staring into each others eyes and watching her eyes flick down to his lips…you can fill in the rest (;

I wrote this starter off of what we had already role-played if you want to start off from here or adjust!

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After working on a project together for a few weeks, Tess & Harry sat in his apartment huddled over a laptop to review their work yet again. “Alright, let’s just look over the numbers again.” He says as they both stare into the laptop screen for the millionth time today. The burnout from the stress of this project was setting in for both of them, but they were motivated by the fact that by tomorrow night it would all be done.

Harry rubs his beard softly while he stares at the screen trying to figure out why the numbers didn’t look right, it was clear something just wasn’t clicking but neither could tell what. Tess looks over at Harry and sees a similar look on his face indicating they’ve hit a wall and no matter how many numbers they crunch, they won’t be able to make things even out. Harry lets out a deep sigh, saying defeatedly, “Maybe we should take a break? Do you want anything to drink?” He asks, turning to Tess.

He gets up before she even answers and walks over to his kitchen where he grabs two glasses. He turns back towards her, “What are you thirsty for?” He asks across the room with a friendly smile. Seeing her face lighten and the tension ease was helping him shake off the brain fog from work.

Tess sighs and leans back in her chair, rubbing her temples as she tried to even decide what she would like to drink. She looks over at you while pushing her her hair out of her face, “please don’t tell me it’s too early for whiskey” she says with a slight chuckle and a hint of a smile. After having a bomb set off in her personal life, she was finding it increasingly hard to focus on anything especially when it was boring and tedious. She admittedly had been relying on the numbing effect of alcohol a little too much lately, but felt justified in it as she was newly single and living alone in a 1 bedroom apartment for the first time in her life as she was learning to navigate the world without her partner by her side.

Tess rose to stand by the window of his apartment, looking out at the city lights and traffic down below. She was thankful to feel comfortable around Harry and to have such a good work friend that she could rely on for laughter when needed. For whatever reason though, she hadn’t opened up too much about her personal life to him. She trusted him yet felt odd about sharing any of her frustrations in her past relationship with him. Perhaps deep down she knew even then that she had a bit of a work crush on him. It was innocent though, right? It didn’t mean anything besides two people enjoying their time together, especially now.

Harry prepared their drinks with a hidden smile as he dropped two large ice cubes into the glasses along with the whiskey. As stressful and draining as this project has been for the both of them, he was glad that he at least had her with him to help out. She was the only other person in the office that he felt he could rely on, and he always enjoyed their work friendship.

Something about tonight felt different to him though, maybe it was being out of the office and in a more casual setting with her. Sure, they had gone out for drinks a couple times with a group of coworkers, but they hadn’t ever been alone together like this. Pair that with his own wandering eyes that he struggled to fight, taking in the sight of her with that low cut top she was wearing had his mind on things it shouldn’t.

He found it was hard to deny their chemistry when they always spent a little more time at each other’s desks than anyone else, and he always would notice her laughing a little harder at his jokes than ones from other coworkers. The light flirting and time spent together was completely innocent though, he knew she was in a long term relationship…though he hadn’t heard much about him lately.

Harry made his way over to Tess by the window, she was standing in her bare feet, her heels kicked off underneath the table where they were sitting before. His eyes ran up her curves, wishing he could place a hand on her waist as he came up behind her. He secretly loved the way his tall stature felt against her petite frame.

As he makes his way next to her, she reaches out to accept the drink and takes a slow sip, appreciating in the warm scent and listening to the clink of ice in the glass. The first sip runs through her mouth and leaves that warm burning sensation down my throat. She couldn’t help but smile at the comfort of it and let out a sigh.

“So you have nothing better to be doing on a Friday night than this?” She asks, teasing him a bit as she looked over her shoulder at him with a playful smile. She figured they weren’t going to get much else done tonight, it was a long week and they both were drained from this project. She was just thankful to have an excuse to delay going home to her empty place for a few more hours. She stared at his face, strong jawline and handsome features. It made her wonder how he wasn’t tied down by some equally gorgeous woman. She would never admit it, but she was happy he paid any attention to her at all, especially now.

1. Athlete x regular person -basically, Peter is a player for AFC Richmond and Tess had just moved to England on a whim after graduating college and needing a change of pace. She isn’t familiar with the football scene and doesn’t realize the man she starts talking at the bar was a well known footballer, not just another ordinary patron. He frequents this bar because the staff and customers all respect his space and treat him normally, unlike other places where he is swarmed for autographs and pictures.

After work, I decide it would be nice to take myself out to dinner after a long week. I was slowly working my way through a list of them and trying not to repeat them but I couldn’t get this pub out of my head. It was a classic British pub and made me feel closer to the locals as I could sit next to anyone and they would talk to me as if we were old friends.

As I walk in and scan the bar for a place to sit, I make my way over to the middle of the bar, a few seats away from a young attractive man which was a pleasant surprise as we were the two youngest in the entire place. I liked to sit at the bar so I could talk with the bartender or other patrons, it was more fun this way. As I sit at the bar, I give him a small smile as the bartender approached me. I order a pint of beer and the bartender hands me a menu. He goes over to you next and you two chat as if you know each other.

As I sit and enjoy my beer and fish and chips, I can’t help but take a few glances in his direction. As the bartender talked and joked with him, I watched him laugh and the creases form around his eyes. He gave me a shy smile when he caught me staring and I immediately looked back down at my food, feeling the flush of red across my cheeks as I felt embarrassed to be caught staring.

“Not from around here are you?” I hear a deep British accent ask me. I turn my head and to my surprise, he was talking to me. I smile slightly and shake my head side to side.

“Nope, not at all” I say, knowing my American accent would be clocked immediately. I saw his smile grow wider as I spoke, as if he was pleased by my response.

“Well you picked the best pub around, no better place to relax after a long day” He says and takes a sip of his beer. I noticed his plate was empty in front of him.

“Oh really? Lucky me” I say with a slight chuckle. The bartender catches my eyes as I turn back to my food and pick up a fry to eat it.

“Oi be careful around this lad, he’s nothing but trouble I tell ya” the bartender says in a thick northern accent. I look over at the man down the bar and he laughs slightly and shakes his head.

“Don’t listen to him, love. He’s just jealous pretty girls don’t talk to him anymore” he says cheekily to the bartender. I watch the playful interaction between the two and laugh at their banter. This was already becoming a more interesting night than I had intended.

1. Professor x bratty student Professor Stevens is wrapping up his lecture on power dynamics in Ancient Greece when he spots the group of girls sitting in the back giggling. They clearly weren’t paying attention for most of the lecture and something about one girl in particular just bothers him in that moment. Was he angry? Something else…? He feels a little bit of satisfaction in announcing to the class, “Oh and your graded midterms are here on the desk at the front of the hall.” He knew already she wouldn’t be happy with her results.

Tess sits in the back with her friends and giggles, they’re taking bets on who got the best grade on the midterm. None of them really care about the class, but they come just to see you, out hot professor. We whisper about what you look like, how we think you are in bed. We gather up our laptops and bags and get in line to pick up our midterms. I keep watching you, handing the students their midterms with a soft smile and nod.

As my friends and I approach you, you grudgingly hand them their papers. Most of my friends did fairly well, and definitely better than expected. He rolls his eyes as one of my particularly bubbly friends winks at him and says “thanks professor!”

Then I step forward and see you looking down at me with a piercing stare that seems purposeful. As you hand me my exam you say “try a little harder next time, Tess.” In a deep voice.

You watch my smirk disappear as I look down and see my grade. I was standing in front of you wearing tight jeans and a crop top that shows a little bit of my midriff. My mouth falls open just a bit, but I collect myself, look up and say “thanks!” To hopefully show I’m not bothered. Even though I really thought I did better than that. I rejoin my group of friends and we walk out of lecture, but your stare remains on my mind.

“If anyone has any questions, come meet me in my office hours.” We hear you say as we walk out of the lecture hall. I split off from my friends as we’re walking telling them I’m going to office hours if anyone else wants to come. They laugh and joke that I’m trying to butter you up for a better score and tell me not to hurt myself giving you a blowjob. I laugh, as if you’d be that lucky. I’m more concerned if this is going to tank my grade, after all I cannot tell my parents I’m already failing.

Professor Stevens walked back to his office and sits down, his mind goes back to my stare but he shakes his head to get rid of it in his mind and gets to his next pile of papers.

You hear a light knock on your door as I pop my head in “hello? Can I come in?” I ask seeing you at your desk

You look up from your papers at me. “Ah yes. Tess.” There’s a barely perceptible, taunting bite to the way you say my name. You set the papers down in a neat pile on the desk. “I thought I might see you here. What can I do for you?” You ask, staring at me from across your desk. You look me up and down slightly as you ask the question.

I feel a nervous shiver as I step into your office, your eyes this close up are intense. “Heyyy” I say kind of quietly. I sit down and put my midterm on the desk in front of me. “I just thought it would probably be good to talk about my grade…” I say trailing off, my eyes moving to the paper and pushing it towards you.

You look down at the paper and then back up at me, giving me that same stare again. It gives you some satisfaction you notice I don’t meet it in the same intense way I did before. You pause for an uncomfortably long amount of time before breaking the silence. “I suppose that a good idea, isn’t it? Do you not think your grade is fair?” You ask.

The heat in the room is bearable, but it’s a little much. You roll up your sleeves, revealing toned forearms and clasp your hands together, placing them on the desk between us as you await my response.

I squirm in my seat as I look at your hands and arms, how strong they look especially this close. I know I’m sweating but can’t tell if it’s because of you or the heat. I shift to put my backpack on the floor and tuck my long brown hair back behind my ears. “Hmm well fair…I’m not sure. I just am confused how I got more points off than some of my friends when our answers seem essentially the same?” I say, questioning you a little bit. I want to see your response, make you say it’s cause you favor one of them over me. I fold my hands in my lap, looking you in the eye with a slight raised eyebrow to show a bit of sass

You see me looking at your arms. As you raise your eyebrow, you can’t help but smirk a little, but not too unkindly.

“I can’t comment on other people’s tests in general. And I can assure you I don’t play favorites.” As you say this you know it’s a lie. You always had favored my bubbly friend, despite your disdain for her obvious flirting, you always gave her gentler grading. You can’t help but wonder if I’m challenging you to point this out.

I let out a soft chuckle “yeah, I figured you’d say that” I say annoyed. I know you must favor Olivia, she’s a total teachers pet who drools over you. “Sooo, there’s nothing I can do about this?” I say sassily, now I’m just annoyed at you and want to go shit talk you to my friends

You snap a little, “Oh don’t give me that.” Quickly realizing it was a bit too much and dial ing it back.

“I covered my policies in the first class this semester. The only way to raise your grade is the final exam… no there’s nothing you can do.” You say as you lean back in your chair and put your hands behind your head.

My face scrunches in frustration and shock as you sit back all smug. “Wow” I say, rolling my eyes and looking down at your desk for a moment. I don’t want to show too much how annoyed I am, I still am trying to make this right.

“Well you don’t seem very invested in your students growth, professor” I say in a slightly accusatory tone. I sit back in the chair crossing my arms over my chest. I know it pushes my boobs out of my top a bit, but I’m not opposed to trying to catch your attention

You glance down at my chest slightly, though quickly look back at me to see I’m looking directly in your eyes. You curse yourself, while you did allow students some mild flirting, you know better than to put your career in direct jeopardy. “Maybe if you were more invested in your own growth we wouldn’t be here. You could learn a thing or two from your friends, I think.” You respond.

I caught your quick glance downward, which was exactly what I wanted. I lean forward now, putting my elbows on the desk, giving you another chance to look at my chest even closer. “More invested…hmm. What could I learn from them, I wonder?” I ask you. My eyes look you up and down, our arms aren’t too far apart now but I try to look confident, unshaken.

I watch your eyes grow darker. “Careful, Tess.” You look me up and down slowly, very purposefully not really pausing anywhere in particular. “Let’s not get into any unsavory territory.” You say as you too lean forward. We are now much closer than we were before.

I concentrate so I don’t flinch, and do everything in my power to look strong holding your eye contact. “Oh professor, I’m very careful” I say, my eyes now trailing down to your lips and slowly back up to your eyes. I’m not hiding my flirtatious looks anymore.

As you stare at my eyes, you find your glance falling to my lips for just a brief second. Suddenly, but gently, you pin both of my wrists to your desk in one hand. “You should leave. Now.” You say sternly.

I gasp, surprised at your touch and quick movement. Your hand able to grasp both my wrists in one, it sends a rush of electricity through my body. I’m a bit flustered, struggling to think of my next move. “And if I don’t?” I challenge, straightening up in my seat, wiggling my wrists slightly but your grasp is strong and unmoving.

I watch thinking about what you are about to do. Using all your self control, you let go of my wrists. You stand up, towering from behind your desk, with a very distinct outline in your trousers. “Don’t play stupid with me. Leave now, you’re free to go and we can pretend nothing happened here.” You say, hearing the conflict in your voice. You seem on a razor’s edge and I wasn’t going to push it further.

I pull my wrists back to my body, there’s a red mark and it stings a bit. I look up at you, standing up myself and grabbing my backpack. I’m flustered a bit and forget my midterm on your desk. “Sure professor. This was nothing” I say with a smirk. Before you can answer I turn and leave your office. I know I can’t tell my friends about this, but I immediately go into the bathroom and sit in a stall, my legs feeling a bit weak. I have to splash my face with water before leaving.

(Flash forward to lecture)

It’s again a lecture on the same sort of topic and at the end, while people are packing up, you call me up to the front. There is no emotion in your voice, no sign anything happened between us. “You forgot this in my office the other day.” You say plainly, handing me my exam. You see my friends watching our interaction and I notice you’ve bumped up my grade. Just a tiny bit. Not close to what Olivia got. I turn to my friends and tell them I’ll meet them at their place later and turn back to you.

“So, changed your mind?” I say teasing you, with a smirk and look of satisfaction. Maybe I did have some power over you. Today it’s hot out again, I’m wearing a short skirt and a crop top. I try not to think about the fact that I left your office wet the other day, and spent the whole class thinking through our conversation and you grabbing my wrists.

You look at me as I try to provoke you once again. Your eyes reveal little but some sort of knowing… you know how I felt last time we talked. “I did notice a small error in the grading, actually. Don’t push your luck. I don’t make mistakes.” You say, the double meaning is clear. You look at me, curious whether my confidence will fade at all.

I feel empowered, like I won a battle here. I glance at your chest, you look strong under that thin shirt. I was surprised to see you dress much more casual than usual. “Got it, I’ll remember that” I say as I put the paper in my backpack. I look back up at you. “So that means grabbing my wrists wasn’t a mistake either?” I say innocently. I hope to see you squirm. I’m standing with my legs crossed in front of me, I purposefully dressed cute so you could see today.

I watch the muscles in your chest and arms flex through your shirt at my comment. For a brief moment it looked like you don’t know what to do with yourself. Trying to look away from my face , you end up looking at my legs. You frown and look back up at my face now, clearly getting angry at yourself. “What happened to pretending nothing happened? I gave you your grade bump, now let me pack up in peace.” By this point, the stuffy lecture hall is completely empty, except for us.

I know I should leave, but I can’t. I’m far too curious what else you might do, if I can get you to snap again. I watch you pack your things and take a seat on the raised stage in front of the lecture hall. I’m behind you now, looking at your back and shoulders. “Oh, nothing happened, I assure you” I say like a smart ass. “But that wasn’t supposed to happen, was it?” I ask in a bit softer of a tone. My legs kicking lightly in front of me

I watch your back tense as I talk to you, watching as youI silently finish packing your things and turn around to face me. You look at me as you walk over and stop in front of me. “I’ll make sure it never happens again.” You pause. You are standing too close to me, there’s barely a foot between your legs and mine.

“I think you might have been enjoyed it, so make sure to hold on to that memory.”

Your silence makes me nervous, but I try to stay confident. I hold your gaze as you say this, running through my mind of what quick witted comeback I could think of to keep you here longer, keep this tension building. “Me? I think you might’ve enjoyed it” I say with a smirk as I emphasized the “you”. I try to read your face but can’t see much. We’re close, I can smell your cologne, seeing your body outlined under your shirt

You bite your lip as you step closer, your thighs brushing against my legs which dangle in front of me. Your breathing is heavy as you stare at my face, my lips. You finally admit to yourself that you want to put me in my place. But you remind yourself that you didn’t get to your position by giving into your every impulse.

I watch you step closer and take a shaky, sharp inhale as your legs touch mine. I’ve got you right where I’ve wanted you, I think to myself. A smirk crawls across my face as I see you bite your lip. I gently spread my legs just slightly to invite you forward. As you step between my legs, you say “You little brat. You think I’d risk my entire career for you?” You raise your hand and gently pull up on my chin with one hand so I’m forced look you in the eyes.

I look at you, something changed in your eyes. I keep my gaze soft, my lips slightly parted turning into a soft smirk again. I run my hands gently down my legs to your hips and snake my fingers into the belt loops on your pants “it sure looks like you might, Professor” I say looking down at my hands and tugging at your hips gently. I look back up at you, my heart beating so fast I’m convinced you can hear it…