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Hi there,
I'm the quiet librarian. Thank you for visiting my thread. I hope you find something that sparks your interest or inspires you! More importantly, I look forward to the stories we weave together.
A Little About Me:
I have been RPing [on and off] for about 15 years and am ready to sink my teeth into something juicy. Recently, I've found a guilty pleasure in dark romance novels where the female main characters find love in hopeless or unexpected places. The angst, the longing, the thrilling will-they-won't-they leading to a happy-ever-after gets my pulse racing without fail. As such, I would love to explore and expand on this through roleplay.
Writing has always been a passion of mine, and I'm a huge bookworm. Though normally, my genres of choice are thriller, horror, and fantasy, at night, when my mind wanders, romance has always been something I enjoy turning to when I need a distraction or a secret thrill. I'm hoping we can blend my favorite genres (thriller x romance) and write a story that has us both engaged and eager to play it out to its natural conclusion.
That said, this is a collaborative effort. So, although you will find some examples of tropes and dynamics I am keen about below, they are simply meant to give you the gist of what I'm interested in-- the general vibe, if you will. So please, don't hesitate to share your own spin, your dark ideas, and longings.
Come play with me, won't you?
What I Need From You:
- Age: 21+
- Male characters only
- 70/30 or 60/40 Plot to Smut ratio
- 3rd Person
- Intermediate or Advanced Grammar/Spelling (no shorthand, messy punctuation, etc., please).
- 1+ paragraph posts (details matter!)
- Dominant characters (possessive/protective is a plus)
(Feel free to add your own twist or introduce something different!)
- Arranged Marriage between Criminal Empires
- Damsel in Distress x Anti-Hero Protector
- Kidnapping Turned Stockholm
- Nanny/Maid x Boss (Mob/Bratva/Mafia/Other, etc.)
- Receptionist/Assistant x Boss
(Feel free to add your own twist or introduce something different!)
- FMC is being stalked and turns to a more powerful man for help
- FMC must do something illegal to save her family member or friend, and catch the attention of a powerful man who offers to help, but with his own agenda in mind
- FMC is the daughter of a mob-boss and forced to marry the leader of another organization to create an alliance, but her father tries to coerce her into spying on her new husband, and she must choose between her husband and family
- A librarian or waitress witnesses a murder and is kidnapped by the perpetrator to ensure she keeps her mouth shut. Although he's supposed to kill her, something stops him.
Favorites
- Hair-pulling
- Spanking/Paddling
- "Disciplinary" Sex
- Dub-Con
- Forced Orgasms (the only Non-Con I'll do)
- Bondage/Ties
- Gagging/Hand-Over-Mouth
- Pinned-Down
- Doms
- Cuddling
- Longing (Characters that try to deny themselves but can't hold back after a certain point)
- Edging
- Breeding/Impregnation/Pregnancy
- Vaginal Sex
- Oral Sex
- Bruises/Hickies
May Be Open To
- Toys
- Anal Sex
- Marking/Cum Body Parts or Face
- Risk of being caught (exhibitionism)
- MxFxM Dynamics
Will Not Do
- Toilet/Bathroom play (scat, piss, etc.)
- Non-Con/Rape
- Vomit
- Gore (except for a small amount where a scene demands it, such as a fight scene)
- Vore
- Blood Play
- Excessive violence
- Domestic abuse (physical or emotional)
- Face slapping
- Beastiality
- Race-Play
- Adultery
As a grey fog rolls in on a crisp autumn breeze, the townspeople of Blackwater Bay begin to rise with a new day. Among the many people is Amelia 'Mia' Hawthorne. Across from the long stretches of sandy shores and tree-lined walking paths, tucked between the other local shops and cafes, Mia and her best friend, Bell Winslow, open up their shop at the same time as they do every morning. Blackwater Books & Blooms is a book and flower shop. While Mia organizes the orders and sales of the books, Bell oversees the flower arrangements and floral orders. Except this particular morning, while the sun has barely risen above the misty horizon, something is very different. Something throws a wrench in their usual quiet morning routine.
The sign to their front door has already been flipped to open, and a strange red smudge covers one corner of it. The two young women glance at each other before Mia pushes the door open while Bell reaches inside her tote for the small canister of pepper-spray her father once gifted her. As they inch into the darkened interior of the shop, it makes it hard to see. The grey daylight only reached so far through the front display windows. Fear left her mouth dry, and she licked her lips nervously as she fumbled for her phone. Swiping it on, she clicked on the flashlight feature and slowly raised the device towards the back of the store while Bell fumbled behind her to flip on the store lights. Suddenly, a swift-moving shadow whizzing past the check-out counter caught Mia's watchful gaze. Instinctively stepping deeper into the store towards the checkout, she ignored Bell, hissing at her to stay put.
As she reached the counter, the lights flicked on, and a large black mass pounced onto the counter, making Mia cry out and stumble backward, trip over her own heels, and tumble onto her behind. There, looming above her, was a long-haired calico cat. With green eyes, mostly black fur with patches of orange and white, it sat primly on top of the counter and tilted its head at her, releasing a soft chirp that sounded like a question. Breathless laughter erupted from both women, and as Bell helped Mia stand, the cat hopped down and did figure-eights between their legs, begging for their attention. Mia, slightly flushed, reached down to pet their first customer of the day, but the cat skittered out of reach, disappearing behind the counter. Following it, she rounded the counter and froze. While the cat sat grooming itself beneath the register, Mia's eyes landed on the garbage can. She felt the blood drain from her face. There, on top of yesterday's trash, was a bloody knife. Her eyes followed the trail of blood drops and smudges to the drawer built into the counter. Pulled it open with shaky fingers, bile rose to sting the back of her throat, and her eyes watered. With a scream lodged in her throat, she stared at the trophy left behind by the monster she thought she'd escaped 4 years ago.
The sign to their front door has already been flipped to open, and a strange red smudge covers one corner of it. The two young women glance at each other before Mia pushes the door open while Bell reaches inside her tote for the small canister of pepper-spray her father once gifted her. As they inch into the darkened interior of the shop, it makes it hard to see. The grey daylight only reached so far through the front display windows. Fear left her mouth dry, and she licked her lips nervously as she fumbled for her phone. Swiping it on, she clicked on the flashlight feature and slowly raised the device towards the back of the store while Bell fumbled behind her to flip on the store lights. Suddenly, a swift-moving shadow whizzing past the check-out counter caught Mia's watchful gaze. Instinctively stepping deeper into the store towards the checkout, she ignored Bell, hissing at her to stay put.
As she reached the counter, the lights flicked on, and a large black mass pounced onto the counter, making Mia cry out and stumble backward, trip over her own heels, and tumble onto her behind. There, looming above her, was a long-haired calico cat. With green eyes, mostly black fur with patches of orange and white, it sat primly on top of the counter and tilted its head at her, releasing a soft chirp that sounded like a question. Breathless laughter erupted from both women, and as Bell helped Mia stand, the cat hopped down and did figure-eights between their legs, begging for their attention. Mia, slightly flushed, reached down to pet their first customer of the day, but the cat skittered out of reach, disappearing behind the counter. Following it, she rounded the counter and froze. While the cat sat grooming itself beneath the register, Mia's eyes landed on the garbage can. She felt the blood drain from her face. There, on top of yesterday's trash, was a bloody knife. Her eyes followed the trail of blood drops and smudges to the drawer built into the counter. Pulled it open with shaky fingers, bile rose to sting the back of her throat, and her eyes watered. With a scream lodged in her throat, she stared at the trophy left behind by the monster she thought she'd escaped 4 years ago.
Thank you!
If you read everything this far, thank you. I appreciate your commitment and time. I hope we get to writing something together! But regardless of that I wish you a wonderful literary adventure, wherever it may take you. <3