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Slides over a cup of coffee/tea
Hey there, and welcome to my little corner of The Sanctum. Take a seat and stay awhile.
I've been roleplaying for about 11 years, probably younger than I should have, but what can I say? I was a kid with unlimited access to the internet. Outside of roleplay, I've been writing for just as long, if not before. I took creative writing electives in high school, where I fell more in love with it. I first came across roleplay sites around 2014/2015 when I joined Guilty Pleasures. When the site went down around 2019, I found myself here! My new home for writing, finding partners, and friends. I am a mom to a two year old son, and I work nights as a barista, so you will find me most active early morning/afternoon and very late at night
I don't expect my partners to match my post lengths, but please, no one-liners unless they're impactful to the story. If you're no longer enjoying the roleplay, please reach out and tell me instead of completely shutting down and stop replying. I'm always willing to work around things and even end one story to start another. All I ask is that you reach out.
I'm normally on every day, but replies will probably be between 1-3 a week, depending on my work schedule. I normally write 2 to 3 paragraphs but lately have been putting out between 600 to 1000 words posts. Regarding smut, I'm sure it will come up in any of these. I don't rely on smut to make the story interesting or to further character development unless absolutely needed. I like to keep the ratio at a 70/30, but we can always talk about it.
If any of the plots below interest you, feel free to reach out and ask. I promise I don't bite.. much
If not, I'm always open to creating something from scratch!
Hope to hear from you soon xx
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Slides over a cup of coffee/tea
Hey there, and welcome to my little corner of The Sanctum. Take a seat and stay awhile.
I've been roleplaying for about 11 years, probably younger than I should have, but what can I say? I was a kid with unlimited access to the internet. Outside of roleplay, I've been writing for just as long, if not before. I took creative writing electives in high school, where I fell more in love with it. I first came across roleplay sites around 2014/2015 when I joined Guilty Pleasures. When the site went down around 2019, I found myself here! My new home for writing, finding partners, and friends. I am a mom to a two year old son, and I work nights as a barista, so you will find me most active early morning/afternoon and very late at night
I don't expect my partners to match my post lengths, but please, no one-liners unless they're impactful to the story. If you're no longer enjoying the roleplay, please reach out and tell me instead of completely shutting down and stop replying. I'm always willing to work around things and even end one story to start another. All I ask is that you reach out.
I'm normally on every day, but replies will probably be between 1-3 a week, depending on my work schedule. I normally write 2 to 3 paragraphs but lately have been putting out between 600 to 1000 words posts. Regarding smut, I'm sure it will come up in any of these. I don't rely on smut to make the story interesting or to further character development unless absolutely needed. I like to keep the ratio at a 70/30, but we can always talk about it.
If any of the plots below interest you, feel free to reach out and ask. I promise I don't bite.. much
If not, I'm always open to creating something from scratch!
Hope to hear from you soon xx
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Miles to You
While new to living in town, she was familiar with the area. Riding her bike on these streets, her grandpa taking her to the 24-hour diner near the edge of town, and sitting on the porch watching the rain with her grandma... and then Crimson Wolves MC moved in. She watched as the town changed, along with the fear and secrets surrounding the MC. Years later, and moving into her grandparents' old house, MC is escaping an abusive ex and being thrown into a town she no longer knows. What happens when she meets YC, a member of Crimson Wolves, and feelings start to grow when they shouldn't?
While new to living in town, she was familiar with the area. Riding her bike on these streets, her grandpa taking her to the 24-hour diner near the edge of town, and sitting on the porch watching the rain with her grandma... and then Crimson Wolves MC moved in. She watched as the town changed, along with the fear and secrets surrounding the MC. Years later, and moving into her grandparents' old house, MC is escaping an abusive ex and being thrown into a town she no longer knows. What happens when she meets YC, a member of Crimson Wolves, and feelings start to grow when they shouldn't?
Two weeks. It had been two weeks. Two weeks since Malakai fucked her out of her mind. Two weeks since she booked their trip arrangements, but he hasn't responded. Two weeks since he's talked to her. Two weeks, and the fucking bite he left on her was still fucking there too. She was angry at him, beyond angry. She could handle a one night stand if that's a clear agreement before their dick goes inside her. With him, it felt like it was more, and it's been eating her alive. Work had been mentally draining, and she spent her nights at clubs after work, dancing with men who couldn't fill his place. She let one or two of them make out with her, but that was as far as it would go. She wouldn't let it progress further. Victor had been up her ass since he looked over the travel plans. He was amazed at Malakai's large donation, but when it came to traveling with her, he gave her the cold shoulder. Short answers, belittling, and nitpicking every little thing that she did. She didn't understand why there was a sudden flip in the script, but she was over it.
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She slid down the wall, her body still trembling as her legs gave out on her. Her mind wasn't thinking clearly as she watched Victor leave, and Malakai came to kneel in front of her. Her panic attack had slowly subsided, and her eyes finally dared to meet his. She looked a mess, her hair was a mess, and her ponytail was starting to come undone. Her eyes were bloodshot, and makeup ran down her cheeks, black streaks going over tear flushed cheeks. She felt vulnerable, exposed… humiliated. Italia flinched away from him when his hand came up to move a strand of hair out of her face. Every thought and feeling she's had these last two weeks came to a head as she looked at him. She wanted to slap him, but after seeing what happened to Victor's hand, she decided against it. She wanted to yell at him, but not here. She stood up carefully and adjusted her pants before heading to her office. She knew he was close by, but she didn't stop when she removed her ruined shirt and tossed it into the trash bin. She had an emergency bag in her office, just in case. She pulled a sweater out and pulled it over her head. She fixed her hair and walked past him out of the office and out of the building.
It was forecast to rain when she left, and judging by the dark clouds rolling in quickly, she made the right call by driving her truck today. "Get in." was all she said, her voice flat of any emotion towards him. If she was going to talk, to yell, it was going to be at her home. A place where she had the power, where she called the shots. Victor took that away from her tonight, and she wasn't going to let Malakai do it either. She started her truck, and once he was in the passenger seat, she tore out of the parking lot, her knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping the steering wheel. The drive was silent, aside from the alternative music playing on her stereo. Once she pulled into the garage and parked, she simply walked inside, placed her things down, and went into the kitchen. She found an old cup, and once she felt he was close enough, she turned and threw it at him as hard as she could. If she couldn't physically hit him, she'd find something to do it for her. The glass shattered against his chest, but he didn't move.
"What the fuck is your deal, Malakai?" Italia asked, venom laced in her voice. She used his full name, not the shortened version she often used. The one she screamed and moaned when he was thrusting into her. Her eyes held all the rage in the world as she looked up at him. "Was this your big plan? huh? Fuck me and use me as some business investment?" She questioned, her voice rising. "I really thought you had some feelings for me at least, an inkling of interest past the museum, past the history, but I was wrong, right? You don't fucking care about me." She yelled. "And what the fuck was that back there?! She's taken? By who, you!" She questioned, looking around her kitchen like there was someone else in the room. "You don't own me, Malakai. I'm not yours. I'm not some prize to be won." Her chest heaved, and her fists balled at her sides. "You think I don't remember things, but I fucking do. You can keep lying to yourself, but I'm done trying to let you gaslight me into thinking I'm seeing everything wrong." Italia walked up to him, standing just a few feet closer than before. "You fucking bit me, Victor broke his hand trying to punch you, and you fucking commanded him to think something else happened. That's not human. You put on a good show, and you can deny it all you want, but I know there's something more to you." She called him out, done making herself think she was the crazy one.
"You said you haven't dated in a while, so what's the deal? You left so quickly that it had me thinking. Are you married? Am I just some other woman that you stray off to when your wife isn't paying you attention?" She asked, tilting her head. "It seemed to me for someone who hasn't dated, you sure know how to fuck pretty damn well still." She laughed dryly, her hands folding themselves over the top of her head. "Or am I just a one off deal? I let you in once, fuck me so good, then leave, only to come back and think I'll let you do it again?" She asked, her eyes burning again as tears gathered around them.
"You fucking hurt me!" Italia screamed at him. "You walked away like you regretted ever touching me, ever meeting me. You could've stayed, and we could've talked like fucking adults. Figure things out from there, instead you left! You ran like a fucking coward, and why? You couldn't figure out your feelings?" She yelled, a fresh set of hot tears streaming down her face. "I would've been fine if you just told me you wanted a one night stand. Instead, you treated me like you actually fucking wanted me. You invited me out after work, and you went with me to the gala as my date. The lingering touches and glances, the compliments. It all made fucking sense in my head, and now I feel stupid!" Her emotions flooded the room as she let everything out.
"You wanna know what I've done these last two weeks, Malakai? I've gone out to clubs every night. Dancing with random men so I could forget how it felt to be pressed against your body." She started, making direct eye contact with him. "I even made out with two of them so I could try and forget the way your lips felt against mine!" She paced around the island, wiping away the tears that fell. "But I couldn't because you're everywhere!" She screamed at him. "I stay out late because when I come home, it's all still here. The wall you fucked me against, the bed you ate me out on, and kissed me like you were just as hungry as I was. It's all here, and you're not!" Italia angrily rushed out, yelling when she told him how he isn't here
"So just fucking tell me right here, right now." She got up in his face before pushing him away from her. "Do you regret it?" The pain that laced her words could be felt from miles away, almost as if she was scared to learn the answer herself.
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She slid down the wall, her body still trembling as her legs gave out on her. Her mind wasn't thinking clearly as she watched Victor leave, and Malakai came to kneel in front of her. Her panic attack had slowly subsided, and her eyes finally dared to meet his. She looked a mess, her hair was a mess, and her ponytail was starting to come undone. Her eyes were bloodshot, and makeup ran down her cheeks, black streaks going over tear flushed cheeks. She felt vulnerable, exposed… humiliated. Italia flinched away from him when his hand came up to move a strand of hair out of her face. Every thought and feeling she's had these last two weeks came to a head as she looked at him. She wanted to slap him, but after seeing what happened to Victor's hand, she decided against it. She wanted to yell at him, but not here. She stood up carefully and adjusted her pants before heading to her office. She knew he was close by, but she didn't stop when she removed her ruined shirt and tossed it into the trash bin. She had an emergency bag in her office, just in case. She pulled a sweater out and pulled it over her head. She fixed her hair and walked past him out of the office and out of the building.
It was forecast to rain when she left, and judging by the dark clouds rolling in quickly, she made the right call by driving her truck today. "Get in." was all she said, her voice flat of any emotion towards him. If she was going to talk, to yell, it was going to be at her home. A place where she had the power, where she called the shots. Victor took that away from her tonight, and she wasn't going to let Malakai do it either. She started her truck, and once he was in the passenger seat, she tore out of the parking lot, her knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping the steering wheel. The drive was silent, aside from the alternative music playing on her stereo. Once she pulled into the garage and parked, she simply walked inside, placed her things down, and went into the kitchen. She found an old cup, and once she felt he was close enough, she turned and threw it at him as hard as she could. If she couldn't physically hit him, she'd find something to do it for her. The glass shattered against his chest, but he didn't move.
"What the fuck is your deal, Malakai?" Italia asked, venom laced in her voice. She used his full name, not the shortened version she often used. The one she screamed and moaned when he was thrusting into her. Her eyes held all the rage in the world as she looked up at him. "Was this your big plan? huh? Fuck me and use me as some business investment?" She questioned, her voice rising. "I really thought you had some feelings for me at least, an inkling of interest past the museum, past the history, but I was wrong, right? You don't fucking care about me." She yelled. "And what the fuck was that back there?! She's taken? By who, you!" She questioned, looking around her kitchen like there was someone else in the room. "You don't own me, Malakai. I'm not yours. I'm not some prize to be won." Her chest heaved, and her fists balled at her sides. "You think I don't remember things, but I fucking do. You can keep lying to yourself, but I'm done trying to let you gaslight me into thinking I'm seeing everything wrong." Italia walked up to him, standing just a few feet closer than before. "You fucking bit me, Victor broke his hand trying to punch you, and you fucking commanded him to think something else happened. That's not human. You put on a good show, and you can deny it all you want, but I know there's something more to you." She called him out, done making herself think she was the crazy one.
"You said you haven't dated in a while, so what's the deal? You left so quickly that it had me thinking. Are you married? Am I just some other woman that you stray off to when your wife isn't paying you attention?" She asked, tilting her head. "It seemed to me for someone who hasn't dated, you sure know how to fuck pretty damn well still." She laughed dryly, her hands folding themselves over the top of her head. "Or am I just a one off deal? I let you in once, fuck me so good, then leave, only to come back and think I'll let you do it again?" She asked, her eyes burning again as tears gathered around them.
"You fucking hurt me!" Italia screamed at him. "You walked away like you regretted ever touching me, ever meeting me. You could've stayed, and we could've talked like fucking adults. Figure things out from there, instead you left! You ran like a fucking coward, and why? You couldn't figure out your feelings?" She yelled, a fresh set of hot tears streaming down her face. "I would've been fine if you just told me you wanted a one night stand. Instead, you treated me like you actually fucking wanted me. You invited me out after work, and you went with me to the gala as my date. The lingering touches and glances, the compliments. It all made fucking sense in my head, and now I feel stupid!" Her emotions flooded the room as she let everything out.
"You wanna know what I've done these last two weeks, Malakai? I've gone out to clubs every night. Dancing with random men so I could forget how it felt to be pressed against your body." She started, making direct eye contact with him. "I even made out with two of them so I could try and forget the way your lips felt against mine!" She paced around the island, wiping away the tears that fell. "But I couldn't because you're everywhere!" She screamed at him. "I stay out late because when I come home, it's all still here. The wall you fucked me against, the bed you ate me out on, and kissed me like you were just as hungry as I was. It's all here, and you're not!" Italia angrily rushed out, yelling when she told him how he isn't here
"So just fucking tell me right here, right now." She got up in his face before pushing him away from her. "Do you regret it?" The pain that laced her words could be felt from miles away, almost as if she was scared to learn the answer herself.
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