MxF a cabinet of curiosities

[amante]

a cabinet of curiosities
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Hi there! My name is stardusted. I'm a twenty-four year old graphic designer and illustrator. I'll answer to stardusted, Leilani, or just Lei, so feel free to take your pick. Outside of the site, I'm a dog mom of three, nail art enthusiast, avid (and maybe a bit obsessive) reader, and gif expert. I've been in the writing game for a long while now, and seriously roleplaying for around four years. I'm an absolute fool for anything with potential for grit, risk, and relationships that probably shouldn't be. Crime, back alley dealings, and heated, sensual slow burns are all sure to catch my attention. I'm a sucker for rugged men shaped by their dark surroundings and the difficult women thrown in their paths. I'm a writer of both the male and female perspectives, and always looking to expand my horizons.

what I'm seeking​

• Communication, collaboration, and OOC chat. All are very important, and simply just enjoyable to me. Collaboration and communication are huge in creating a story with me. I'd like out writing to be something we both enjoy and crave. If you're not feeling something, or if there's something you'd like to incorporate, always feel free to hit me up. I promise I don't bite. In my experience, all the best stories come from partners who communicate. And I'm here to be your friend as well as your partner.
• Literacy. English is not my first language. I've got a lot of words swimming around in my head, so I completely understand slip-ups! They happen to every single one of us because we're all human (probably?). All I ask is that you put in your best effort and proofread. Then we're all set!
• Patience. I lead a busy life. I also deal with a bit of a messy brain. I have a lot of bad days and topsy turvy weeks. There are times when I just can't write or chat. but know that I will get to you. It may take me a minute, but you will hear from me. I don't mind the occasional bump, and I love when partners check in just to see how life is going. But constant bumping does tend to grate on me a little. Please be careful to avoid this.
• Matched effort. If we're writing a story together, chances are I adore you and every minute of our story. I will never ask for a set time frame replies or push you for a response. But please don't make me and our story feel like a side dish when I'm putting everything I have into it.
• A focus on story rather than smut. I love smut as much as the next gal. But if you're looking for smut as a priority, I'm likely not the partner for you. Too much and it's likely to lose my attention if the plot doesn't call for it. Instead, I'd rather utilize it as a tool. I love the opportunity to draw characters closer, break down walls, and build bonds. It's just something that I prefer to save for the sake of plot or after a reasonable amount of time has passed and there's enough attraction between our characters.
• Feeling and depth. My stories tend to be highly emotional and occasionally painful. I write to really explore people and their stories. If that sounds like your bread and butter, I'm sure we'll get along splendidly.

the fun stuff

k i n k s

l i k e s

romance | age differences (younger woman w/ older man, 5-10 years)
aftercare | lingerie | soft, loving bdsm | rough sex | fellatio | cunnilingus
gentle sex | teasing | breast play | bondage | toys | strip teasing | consensual sex
romantic dominants | switch men | massages | piercings | body art/tattoos

l i m i t s

incest | fisting | | severe humiliation | impact play | severe pain | chastity
non-con | adultery | age regression | bathroom play | vore | death

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p l o t s

On The Fence​

She's a parole officer losing faith in the system. He's a drug dealer who's fresh out of prison and under her watch.

After the death of her wayward father at the hands of two officers, she's grappling with the aftershock. It knocks the wind out of her, after months of already questioning her association with the force. After witnessing death, loss, and corruption, she's lost in a sea of doubt.

He grew up on the seedy side of town and under less than desirable influences. He's spent the better part of his adult life in and out of prison. She's a nuisance to him. Until the feelings slowly begin to shift.

A romantic relationship with one of her parolees goes against all of her standards. And he knows that he can't keep her safe in the kind of life he leads. With both on the fence, will she cave and give it all up for him? Or will he change the path he's known all his life for her?

crime | dark | drama | romance | officer | parolee | contemporary
craving level: high

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The Road Ahead Of Us​

Three years she put up with the drunken insults, rage, and all the ways he took it out on her. It took three years for her to finally gather the courage. It wasn't some sudden revelation. It didn't hit her all at once. It came slowly-- like a flower growing in the shade of a towering oak tree.

Then that flower blossomed. She packed up her bags and left the boyfriend. She moved back in with her mother. Eventually the calls stopped. He stopped trying to reach her. But the looming feeling of his presence lurking not far off never left her. She was always prepared to see him waiting for her on a street corner as she walked to work. She was always waiting to see him show up at her door. The threat of his presence filled that little backwater town til she felt like she was drowning in it.

And like beautiful, delicate things tend to do under pressure, she broke. Packed up her things and hit the road. She didn't know where she was going. All she knew was that she had to get out.

He had no home, no car, no money to travel across the country to see his mother before she took her last breaths. They meet in a bar, a day into her drive. She's always been trained to maintain the utmost caution around strangers. But something in her gut tells her to offer him a ride.

They spend the next week on the road together. From the east coast to the west coast, they get to know each other and a connection develops. But what happens when they reach his destination? What does the road ahead hold?

roadtrip | romance | drama | strangers | new beginnings | mxf
craving level: high​

p a i r i n g s

LEO x civillian | female parole officer x parolee | single parents | patient x nurse/doctor
best friends falling in love | active addict x recovering addict | co-workers
childhood sweethearts grown up | neighbors​

w r i t i n g s a m p l e

A fingertip trailed over the stipples of discoloration, a cincture of bruising on her wrist. Lips danced across her skin, burying silent apologies in the crook of her neck. The air she breathed felt thick, her lungs struggling to circulate. "I think I need a minute," she choked out, voice strained by tension and tears that threatened to fall. His breath was hot on her skin, and the pause that followed her request seemed to drag on into minutes. Wary eyes latched onto him through the mirror, gaze lingering until broad hands released her waist. Her hands found the counter, supporting the weight that unsteady knees could not. Her head dropped between her shoulders, tears trickling down flushed cheeks as her eyes squeezed shut. The sound of his shoes echoing across the marble was the only sound to fill the bathroom, the only words being her own that seemed to hang in the tense air between them.

Left in silence, she took two staggering steps backwards, landing on the edge of the bathtub. Arms wrapped around her, hugging herself as a silent sob escaped her body. The daze of disbelief had cleared, and Georgia found herself heart-wrenchingly aware of her circumstance. Bleary eyes opened, falling on the wrist in her lap. She traced over it with a cold finger, her body shaking with another sob. He'd marked her before. Love-bites claiming her neck and stomach and thighs. Bruises left behind after a tumble of heavy breaths and trembling bodies tangled together. They were his favorite trick, leaving no doubt in any other male's mind that she was claimed. He'd marked her with words, far less innocent than the physical marks he liked to leave behind. A habit when he'd had a bad day, when he stumbled home drunk, when he thought she was attracting attention. Perceived attention was the cause of strain the night prior. But the anger manifested itself in more than words. The fire in his eyes was etched into her mind. Tearful pleas were released into the crisp night-time air, falling on ears deafened by jealousy. A bruise was left from his grip, a reminder of the fear that had pervaded her being.

She left the bathroom half an hour later, puffy-eyed and numb. They had plans that night, arrangements to meet with friends for a drink. Some new locale, some place one of his buddies had discovered and raved about. Georgia tugged at the sleeves of her t-shirt, tucking her hands up into the fabric. The bedroom door was opened after a brief wave of nausea and a deep breath.

The car ride was silent. He dared not open his mouth, dared not speak. He'd crossed a line and was completely aware of his precarious standing with her. She nestled into her coat, cheeks bright and pink from the chill in her bones. She sipped tea from her thermos, letting in branch warmth through her. The car heaters were working hard to combat the cold, but the low temperatures were difficult to overcome. They pulled into a parking spot before the temperature had a chance to rise to anything satisfying.

He didn't open her door, she hadn't given him the opportunity. But a hand reached out, beckoning for hers. A moment of staring and contemplation passed before she took it, his warmth toasting her chilly fingers. He tugged her into him, arms wrapped tightly around her. And for just a moment, she caught a glimpse of the man she'd fallen in love with. He kept her there for a moment before she pulled away, teary-eyed. She sniffled and wiped her eyes on the back of her gloves as he tucked her into his side, safe underneath his arm.

conclusion​

If I haven't scared you off just yet, send me a PM. Please do not reply to this thread. I'd like to keep things tidy here. But I'm thrilled to meet you! Please let me know if you have any questions or ideas!