Kylie sat on her couch in an empty house, some reality TV show crap playing on the flat screen in front of her. Her eyes remained glued to her phone screen like most teenage girls, her eyes watching her Instagram feed like a hawk would a squirrel. Her sights often slipping past Kim’s and Kendall’s photos, often riddled with sponsorships in the description, as well as thousands of guys fawning over them. Well Kylie gets those too, but it's usually in the hundreds, sponsors barely touch her, and she's often viewed as ‘that other Kardashian’. It hurts her, she wouldn't mind seeing her face on billboards, her pictures next to rappers and sports stars, hell, she'd even settle for a little porno? Just something to put her on a pedestal along with her sisters, as well as her dad/mom?
She sighs before opening a group chat with a couple of her friends, all of them models like herself, a few of them a little crazier than her, but also some that are tame. The girls decide on plans for a Friday night, possibly getting some drinks and maybe something to eat? Kylie just did whatever,’ it's better than staying at home’ she thought to herself as she replied to the plans, confirming them for a time and place. It's a standard Hollywood bar, expensive as shit, and you might get a selfie or two with an LA Rams player? Awesome.
And just like that, she would see herself searching through her wardrobe for something she hasn't worn yet. Everything she picks out was bought using her family’s money, not hers. A fact which most teenage girls would love, but Kylie felt embarrassed, wanting the pride of being a star that can do whatever she wants, money not being an issue to her. She eventually settles on something, checking the time and realising she's around 5 hours too early to even think about getting dressed. “Great…..” she said out loud as she wandered around her house for a while, bored, and somehow feeling unhappy. Only Kylie could be unhappy whilst living in a million dollar mansion…….
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After hours of waiting frustratingly, Kylie was finally able to get ready. Showering, applying her makeup, fixing her hair, her nails, even a slight spray tan and she was ready. She slipped on her cute white dress with some matching silver heels. Obviously taking a few pictures for Instagram and Snapchat, the reasoning behind such an outfit was quite obvious, get noticed. By like, anybody that matters. Her Instagram likes came flooding in of course, but again, nothing compared to her family, a trait of hers which would always get on her nerves, hating the fact that baby sister was basically irrelevant.
Double checking the plans with her friends before finally leaving the house and getting a ride there. The journey was a pretty slow one with LA being busy around the weekends, but she alleviated her boredom by snapping a few more pictures, and once again, texting her friends. Her entire life basically revolving around her phone, spending most of her days gazing into the screen, unaware of her surroundings most of the time.
Eventually, she arrives at the club, a few small flashes from the cameras as she walks inside, once again checking to see where her friends were seated, actually in a pretty exclusive space, usually reserved for sports or movie stars, not regular models. But she didn't complain as she seated herself with her friends. Once again, pictures were taken as she began to drink her cocktail, glancing around the club as the 5 girls would talk with each other about anything, guys, money, modelling, acting, singing. Just about anything there is to talk about, they did. Kylie always bottled up her desire for fame, often keeping her aspirations quiet, and that was no different when around her friends. Often saying how happy she is with a pretty small reputation, especially hailing from such a huge and influential family. “Yeah I just prefer to stay outta the way?” She would often say when talking about the matter.
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I want this role play to involve scenarios following Kylie Jenners career, perhaps trying to break away from her sisters mould and leap into a different area of fame or a career, dealing with the sudden fame, hook ups with celebrities, sex tapes, paparazzi, fans, relationships, becoming addicted to drugs and alcohol and turning into a nymphomaniac.
I would really really love for someone to play as Kylie Jenner or Katy Perry while I play the males she encounters throughout her career though I can potentially play as the female.
My kinks would be rough sex, anal, dirty talking, spanking, hair pulling, light biting, light slapping, risky sex/hold the moan, cheating, rimjobs (both ways), clothed sex, interracial, larger men, cream pies, facials, being man handled and bisexuality. Sadomasochism Slapping Spanking Rough fucking Hatefucking Dub con Non con Tit fucking Footjobs Anal Receiving oral Fucking in public Blackmail Risk of being caught Infidelity Stockings Leggings Lingerie Drug/alcohol intoxication.
My limits are only largely scat and piss.
I prefer to roleplay on Google Docs and use messengers to chat and set things up such as Kik, skype and google chat/hangouts. Want this to be a long term rp
If you are interested and wish to talk about this further send me a message. Please make your message to me detailed and include any character/ scenario ideas, which celebrities you like and what platforms you
Also very much down to have something with Katy Perry and her journey to fame, starting out with being a nobody and the journey to hit fame and then the struggles when she reach.
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Katy starter idea:
Katy sat on a stool at the back of the dive bar. A lone light shone down on her as she strum at her guitar and sang into the shitty microphone. She tried to ignore the waitress shouting at the bartender, the two truckers heckling her as they played pool, and just focused on the music. She closed her eyes, willed away the distractions and sang, and tried to pretend she didn’t feel like throwing up from her nerves.
She had on a pair of tight faded blue jeans and a peach colored blouse. Her raven hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she had on the wispiest hint of makeup.
There was a smattering of applause as the final notes of her last song rang through the bar and died.
She shyly cleared her throat and tried to smile as she almost whispered into the mic, “Ummm...thank you. I’m Katy. Have a great night.”
Then she got up and hurriedly rushed off stage
Katy went to the back and caught her breath. It seemed to have gone well, the bar keep came up to her and gave her a share of the profits of the night. “That’s it?” Katy said with a sad look on her face. “This doesn’t even cover my rent, you told me it would be at least double.”
The barkeep looked at Katy and smiled. “Well, you know there are other ways to get more money. Especially with a pretty face such as that.” Katy looked at him in disgust and turned around. She pocketed the pay and made her way to the bar. She leaned over the side and grabbed a bottle of wine and poured herself a drink.
She turned around and looked at the man in the expensive suit. “You definitely don’t fit the clientele that usually comes around these places. Are you a headhunter or something?” She said. She took a sip from her glass and her lipstick left a red mark on the wine glass. She put it down and crossed her legs, looking at the man intently.
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Damaged ~
In high school Zara was a fairly average girl, not having huge boobs like some girls, not styling or colouring her hair in any crazy way. She still very attractive but spent most of time concentrating on studying. Not a nerd, just wanting to make it into med school, following in her dad and older sisters footsteps.
But her entire outlook on life changed.
The date was December 31st, 2015, Zara was 18 years old, her best friend Ashley and her were planning for weeks on their New Years Eve party at Jack's house. Deciding on their outfits, their hairstyles, even the drinks they were gonna have. The two of them were inseparable, basically the sister that Zara wished she had.
But Zaras mom and dad were adamant about her spending New Years with her grandparents up in Canada instead. Obviously she protested against it, demanding to stay at home, even getting Ashley's mom to agree to her staying over for the week with them. But no, no matter how much she begged and pleaded, she was forced to visit her older relatives…
Zara got home in the new year, hearing nothing from Ash, she was confused before receiving a phone call from her mom, crying her eyes out over the phone as she explained that Ash never came home, dying in a car accident on her way to the party.
Zara felt responsible for her death, agreeing to drive the two of them there before her parents dropping the bomb onto her. It sent Zara into a wreck. She was distant from her family, taking her spiralling emotions out on all of them. Refusing to continue her studies. Doing the exact opposite of what was expected of her, rebelling against them all at any cost. Even to her own detriment.
Following Ashley's funeral, Zara had nobody to turn to, she completely disconnected from her family, she lost her best friend and had no way to truly express herself, wanting somebody to pour her heart out to. She began frequenting a local dive bar. She'd always come across an older guy, in his mid 30's. He would shower her with compliments, buy her drinks, even take her home for no charge. She actually began to think he liked her, and that he was somebody she could trust and someone who would care about her feelings.
He didn't care one bit. He took Zaras virginity in the back of his car. It hurt but she'd continue to fuck him, just in the hope that he'd care about her and the lonely situation she would find herself in. No matter how much they'd fuck, it never changed a thing. He still couldn't give two shits and it left her feeling used, dirty and alone once again.....
She missed Ash. It was her fault and she deserved to be used and manipulated. She deserved to be punished.
Zara began to regret less and enjoy her masochistic tendencies. She would love the thrill of walking alone down a darkened alleyway, it's not like she wanted anything bad to happen to herself, it was just exciting to survive such a situation unscathed. It made her appreciate her safe home, her warm bed and loving surroundings a lot more.
The idea of fucking taken guys was so much more of a thrill. Almost praying to be walked in on with a girls boyfriend below her body. Watching her face was always a picture to Zara, locking eyes with her as she would grin and ride her ashamed boyfriend.
But, nothing compares to how damaged she can be on the anniversary of Ash's death...
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This is Zara, now 21 years old, she lives alone in her own apartment (Almost a month late on rent). Working a low income job at Starbucks (although she hasn't shown up for a few days now). She started smoking quite often, admittedly having a drinking problem along with blossoming addiction issues, only coke, not the hardest stuff right? She keeps hanging out with older, more disgusting and crude guys, guys she would have looked down upon before Ash's death, but it was her fault, she needs to suffer, she deserves to be punished.
Zara would try to fall for the sweet boys, the guys that she would of happily bring home to mother with pride. She'd try to remember more of the night before, trying to make sure the sex is safer. Attempting to cut down on her drinking habits. But in the end it's usually for nothing. She'd go back to same old Zara, unprotected drunk sex, fucking gross older men, blowing somebody for a simple 8-ball. She'd cry myself to sleep, often wishing to be in Ashley's place.
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I would like this roleplay to be pretty realistic, I'd love to involve small details such as drunken sex, condoms, drug addictions, emotions and so on. I'd appreciate if you had good English and a decent writing skill level, enough to immerse the pair of us into this roleplay.
I'm up for this roleplay to take on cheery, happier vibes of a troubled soul that eventually gets back into her feet after a bad few years. On the other hand, we can continue the dark theme, possibly even getting worse? My preference would be a mix of both themes.
She sighs before opening a group chat with a couple of her friends, all of them models like herself, a few of them a little crazier than her, but also some that are tame. The girls decide on plans for a Friday night, possibly getting some drinks and maybe something to eat? Kylie just did whatever,’ it's better than staying at home’ she thought to herself as she replied to the plans, confirming them for a time and place. It's a standard Hollywood bar, expensive as shit, and you might get a selfie or two with an LA Rams player? Awesome.
And just like that, she would see herself searching through her wardrobe for something she hasn't worn yet. Everything she picks out was bought using her family’s money, not hers. A fact which most teenage girls would love, but Kylie felt embarrassed, wanting the pride of being a star that can do whatever she wants, money not being an issue to her. She eventually settles on something, checking the time and realising she's around 5 hours too early to even think about getting dressed. “Great…..” she said out loud as she wandered around her house for a while, bored, and somehow feeling unhappy. Only Kylie could be unhappy whilst living in a million dollar mansion…….
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After hours of waiting frustratingly, Kylie was finally able to get ready. Showering, applying her makeup, fixing her hair, her nails, even a slight spray tan and she was ready. She slipped on her cute white dress with some matching silver heels. Obviously taking a few pictures for Instagram and Snapchat, the reasoning behind such an outfit was quite obvious, get noticed. By like, anybody that matters. Her Instagram likes came flooding in of course, but again, nothing compared to her family, a trait of hers which would always get on her nerves, hating the fact that baby sister was basically irrelevant.
Double checking the plans with her friends before finally leaving the house and getting a ride there. The journey was a pretty slow one with LA being busy around the weekends, but she alleviated her boredom by snapping a few more pictures, and once again, texting her friends. Her entire life basically revolving around her phone, spending most of her days gazing into the screen, unaware of her surroundings most of the time.
Eventually, she arrives at the club, a few small flashes from the cameras as she walks inside, once again checking to see where her friends were seated, actually in a pretty exclusive space, usually reserved for sports or movie stars, not regular models. But she didn't complain as she seated herself with her friends. Once again, pictures were taken as she began to drink her cocktail, glancing around the club as the 5 girls would talk with each other about anything, guys, money, modelling, acting, singing. Just about anything there is to talk about, they did. Kylie always bottled up her desire for fame, often keeping her aspirations quiet, and that was no different when around her friends. Often saying how happy she is with a pretty small reputation, especially hailing from such a huge and influential family. “Yeah I just prefer to stay outta the way?” She would often say when talking about the matter.
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I want this role play to involve scenarios following Kylie Jenners career, perhaps trying to break away from her sisters mould and leap into a different area of fame or a career, dealing with the sudden fame, hook ups with celebrities, sex tapes, paparazzi, fans, relationships, becoming addicted to drugs and alcohol and turning into a nymphomaniac.
I would really really love for someone to play as Kylie Jenner or Katy Perry while I play the males she encounters throughout her career though I can potentially play as the female.
My kinks would be rough sex, anal, dirty talking, spanking, hair pulling, light biting, light slapping, risky sex/hold the moan, cheating, rimjobs (both ways), clothed sex, interracial, larger men, cream pies, facials, being man handled and bisexuality. Sadomasochism Slapping Spanking Rough fucking Hatefucking Dub con Non con Tit fucking Footjobs Anal Receiving oral Fucking in public Blackmail Risk of being caught Infidelity Stockings Leggings Lingerie Drug/alcohol intoxication.
My limits are only largely scat and piss.
I prefer to roleplay on Google Docs and use messengers to chat and set things up such as Kik, skype and google chat/hangouts. Want this to be a long term rp
If you are interested and wish to talk about this further send me a message. Please make your message to me detailed and include any character/ scenario ideas, which celebrities you like and what platforms you
Also very much down to have something with Katy Perry and her journey to fame, starting out with being a nobody and the journey to hit fame and then the struggles when she reach.
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Katy starter idea:
Katy sat on a stool at the back of the dive bar. A lone light shone down on her as she strum at her guitar and sang into the shitty microphone. She tried to ignore the waitress shouting at the bartender, the two truckers heckling her as they played pool, and just focused on the music. She closed her eyes, willed away the distractions and sang, and tried to pretend she didn’t feel like throwing up from her nerves.
She had on a pair of tight faded blue jeans and a peach colored blouse. Her raven hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she had on the wispiest hint of makeup.
There was a smattering of applause as the final notes of her last song rang through the bar and died.
She shyly cleared her throat and tried to smile as she almost whispered into the mic, “Ummm...thank you. I’m Katy. Have a great night.”
Then she got up and hurriedly rushed off stage
Katy went to the back and caught her breath. It seemed to have gone well, the bar keep came up to her and gave her a share of the profits of the night. “That’s it?” Katy said with a sad look on her face. “This doesn’t even cover my rent, you told me it would be at least double.”
The barkeep looked at Katy and smiled. “Well, you know there are other ways to get more money. Especially with a pretty face such as that.” Katy looked at him in disgust and turned around. She pocketed the pay and made her way to the bar. She leaned over the side and grabbed a bottle of wine and poured herself a drink.
She turned around and looked at the man in the expensive suit. “You definitely don’t fit the clientele that usually comes around these places. Are you a headhunter or something?” She said. She took a sip from her glass and her lipstick left a red mark on the wine glass. She put it down and crossed her legs, looking at the man intently.
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Damaged ~
In high school Zara was a fairly average girl, not having huge boobs like some girls, not styling or colouring her hair in any crazy way. She still very attractive but spent most of time concentrating on studying. Not a nerd, just wanting to make it into med school, following in her dad and older sisters footsteps.
But her entire outlook on life changed.
The date was December 31st, 2015, Zara was 18 years old, her best friend Ashley and her were planning for weeks on their New Years Eve party at Jack's house. Deciding on their outfits, their hairstyles, even the drinks they were gonna have. The two of them were inseparable, basically the sister that Zara wished she had.
But Zaras mom and dad were adamant about her spending New Years with her grandparents up in Canada instead. Obviously she protested against it, demanding to stay at home, even getting Ashley's mom to agree to her staying over for the week with them. But no, no matter how much she begged and pleaded, she was forced to visit her older relatives…
Zara got home in the new year, hearing nothing from Ash, she was confused before receiving a phone call from her mom, crying her eyes out over the phone as she explained that Ash never came home, dying in a car accident on her way to the party.
Zara felt responsible for her death, agreeing to drive the two of them there before her parents dropping the bomb onto her. It sent Zara into a wreck. She was distant from her family, taking her spiralling emotions out on all of them. Refusing to continue her studies. Doing the exact opposite of what was expected of her, rebelling against them all at any cost. Even to her own detriment.
Following Ashley's funeral, Zara had nobody to turn to, she completely disconnected from her family, she lost her best friend and had no way to truly express herself, wanting somebody to pour her heart out to. She began frequenting a local dive bar. She'd always come across an older guy, in his mid 30's. He would shower her with compliments, buy her drinks, even take her home for no charge. She actually began to think he liked her, and that he was somebody she could trust and someone who would care about her feelings.
He didn't care one bit. He took Zaras virginity in the back of his car. It hurt but she'd continue to fuck him, just in the hope that he'd care about her and the lonely situation she would find herself in. No matter how much they'd fuck, it never changed a thing. He still couldn't give two shits and it left her feeling used, dirty and alone once again.....
She missed Ash. It was her fault and she deserved to be used and manipulated. She deserved to be punished.
Zara began to regret less and enjoy her masochistic tendencies. She would love the thrill of walking alone down a darkened alleyway, it's not like she wanted anything bad to happen to herself, it was just exciting to survive such a situation unscathed. It made her appreciate her safe home, her warm bed and loving surroundings a lot more.
The idea of fucking taken guys was so much more of a thrill. Almost praying to be walked in on with a girls boyfriend below her body. Watching her face was always a picture to Zara, locking eyes with her as she would grin and ride her ashamed boyfriend.
But, nothing compares to how damaged she can be on the anniversary of Ash's death...
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This is Zara, now 21 years old, she lives alone in her own apartment (Almost a month late on rent). Working a low income job at Starbucks (although she hasn't shown up for a few days now). She started smoking quite often, admittedly having a drinking problem along with blossoming addiction issues, only coke, not the hardest stuff right? She keeps hanging out with older, more disgusting and crude guys, guys she would have looked down upon before Ash's death, but it was her fault, she needs to suffer, she deserves to be punished.
Zara would try to fall for the sweet boys, the guys that she would of happily bring home to mother with pride. She'd try to remember more of the night before, trying to make sure the sex is safer. Attempting to cut down on her drinking habits. But in the end it's usually for nothing. She'd go back to same old Zara, unprotected drunk sex, fucking gross older men, blowing somebody for a simple 8-ball. She'd cry myself to sleep, often wishing to be in Ashley's place.
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I would like this roleplay to be pretty realistic, I'd love to involve small details such as drunken sex, condoms, drug addictions, emotions and so on. I'd appreciate if you had good English and a decent writing skill level, enough to immerse the pair of us into this roleplay.
I'm up for this roleplay to take on cheery, happier vibes of a troubled soul that eventually gets back into her feet after a bad few years. On the other hand, we can continue the dark theme, possibly even getting worse? My preference would be a mix of both themes.
