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Hey there! Thanks for dropping by.
I'm trying something new with this thread looking specifically for long-term, story-focused roleplays. While I absolutely enjoy a hot, steamy dynamic when the mood calls for it, I'm just as invested in building rich, emotionally grounded stories that grow over time.
So to clarify: yes, smut is welcome. But in this thread, I'm leaning toward plots where the story drives the tension and the smut is well-earned. Think of it as a 50:50 story-to-smut ratio at most, and often less. If your tastes run similar, we'll click just fine.
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Note: Feel free to pitch your own ideas or plot sparks! The prompts I include below are just a window into my taste. I'm always happy to brainstorm something new together, especially if you have a craving or character in mind.
I'm also open to darker romances, even if I haven't listed many below. If there's intimacy, angst, and emotional weight in the story, you already have my attention.
Settings I am interested in- Modern slice of life, Medieval, Modern fantasy (though the idea should be good enough to convince me)
Below are some plots but I am looking to plot new stories as of now so feel free to come up with any ideas you like.
MC is a battle-hardened war hero, raised from nothing to noble status by the king himself. As a token of peace, the crown offers him a wife YC, the youngest daughter of a disgraced noble house. She's been trained for obedience, but never truly desired. Everyone expects MC to demand his rights immediately.
But he doesn't.
He waits. He sleeps beside her, untouched, letting her take her meals first and speak freely at the table. Until one stormy night, shivering by the hearth in only her shift, she asks him eyes low, voice trembling if he'll take her. If he'll make her a woman.
He doesn't ask for her to kneel. He asks, "Do you want it? Or are you still doing what you're told?"
When she begs him, finally honest, he gives her everything she's been denied.
But he doesn't.
He waits. He sleeps beside her, untouched, letting her take her meals first and speak freely at the table. Until one stormy night, shivering by the hearth in only her shift, she asks him eyes low, voice trembling if he'll take her. If he'll make her a woman.
He doesn't ask for her to kneel. He asks, "Do you want it? Or are you still doing what you're told?"
When she begs him, finally honest, he gives her everything she's been denied.
MC and YC have been best friends since college. Roommates for years. Shared heartbreaks, horrible dates, and too many tequila-fueled late-night talks. They always joked they'd hook up if they were both still single at 30.
Now they're both very single. YC just broke up with another man who didn't listen, didn't care, didn't even try to find out how she liked to be touched. And MC? He's been waiting. Patiently. Silently. Respectfully.
Until she whispers one night, "Would it be weird if I asked you to just… show me? What it's supposed to feel like?"
It starts as an experiment. Then turns into secret kisses in the kitchen, moans muffled into pillows, mornings where they pretend nothing happened and nights where she begs him not to stop.
But when does pretending turn into something neither can laugh off anymore?
Now they're both very single. YC just broke up with another man who didn't listen, didn't care, didn't even try to find out how she liked to be touched. And MC? He's been waiting. Patiently. Silently. Respectfully.
Until she whispers one night, "Would it be weird if I asked you to just… show me? What it's supposed to feel like?"
It starts as an experiment. Then turns into secret kisses in the kitchen, moans muffled into pillows, mornings where they pretend nothing happened and nights where she begs him not to stop.
But when does pretending turn into something neither can laugh off anymore?
MC is a genius since an early age. Academics was never a question for him. He was the kind of person who would study 2 grades above his actual grade because he can. Finishing his schooling at 15 and college at 18, he was basically ready for the real world. But he was not happy. Being different, he freaked out people who avoided being with him. And while he may be a great student, he too wanted romantic interests in his life. Unfortunately that never happened, moreover he did not even had any girl to talk to. What happens when one of the prettiest girls take interest in him (reason could be discussed) and finds herself madly in love with him? Would her love shake when the world would try to hit on her and make her cheat? Or fill her ears about how she deserves better? How will he react?
Their families arrange a political marriage. They meet for the first time knowing they are meant to share a life but are complete strangers. Instead of instant passion, they start with awkward politeness, shared meals, and late night conversations where they slowly choose each other instead of just accepting duty. Attraction grows from emotional safety and mutual respect.
MC is a knight recovering from grievous wounds, sent to an isolated abbey deep in the mountains. YC is a novice nun, younger than him, bound by duty and silence. Their early meetings are brief: she brings bandages, pours water, avoids his gaze.
But MC sees the way her hands shake. The way she lingers in the doorway. The way she catches her breath when his shirt slips from his shoulder.
He never touches her. Never speaks out of turn. But when she begins asking him questions about the world outside, about love, about pleasure he answers honestly. Too honestly.
She starts inventing reasons to see him. He starts dreaming about her. And one night, as she kneels by his bed to pray, she places her hand on his thigh and whispers, "If I fall, will you catch me?"
He knows what it means. She doesn't want to be told. She wants to be shown. And nothing holy can stop what follows.
But MC sees the way her hands shake. The way she lingers in the doorway. The way she catches her breath when his shirt slips from his shoulder.
He never touches her. Never speaks out of turn. But when she begins asking him questions about the world outside, about love, about pleasure he answers honestly. Too honestly.
She starts inventing reasons to see him. He starts dreaming about her. And one night, as she kneels by his bed to pray, she places her hand on his thigh and whispers, "If I fall, will you catch me?"
He knows what it means. She doesn't want to be told. She wants to be shown. And nothing holy can stop what follows.
MC is brought into court as a trusted advisor, strategist, or knight. YC is the queen, princess, or noblewoman used to being surrounded by people who want power from her. He is different. Direct. Honest. Not easily impressed. She starts seeking his company under the excuse of counsel. Private strategy meetings turn into emotional confidences and slow burning attraction in a world where one wrong move could mean scandal.
This isn't a plot but something that I rarely get to write is a world building story with harem-esque settings. I do not mean straight up porn scene after scene but a more cohesive world. If anyone is into such a setting, I would gladly want to talk to you about it. I contribute heavily towards story and world building myself.
That's it from my side. Hoping to hear from some of you soon. You guys are awesome! <3
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