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" ๐ข๐ฝ๐ช๐ป๐ผ, hide your fires
let not light
see my black and deep ๐๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ "
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โฅ Luvia, Luv. CET time zone. Advanced-Lit writer. She/her.
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Writing style: I enjoy creating descriptive and engaging writing, specifically the latter. If you're someone who is capable of serving both details AND has the ability to tastefully progress the narrativeโPLEASE, message me. I value partners who aren't afraid to get invested. I like being surprised and surprising my partners in return. Ideally, I'd like for us to keep each other on our toes, waiting in anticipation and craving to know just what will happen next.
Preferences: The following is a narrow summary of what I usually prefer to work with.
โฅ Threads or PMs, on-site only.
โฅ I write between 300-1000 on average.
โฅ Posting frequency - at least once a week.
โฅ Your gender does not matter to me; your ability to tell stories does.
โฅ Friendly OOC chatter is very welcomed, appreciated and needed! โก
โฅ In regards to smut/plot ratio - if our RP is smut-centered, naturally there'll be a lot. If it's not, I prefer to make this dependent on how the story flows. Just know that I immensely enjoy writing it.
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โฅ Wish You Were Dead: She saw him do itโcaught red-handed in the middle of a brutal crime. Their eyes locked. She ran. He chased. But when he finally cornered her, he didn't expect her to fight back. One blow to the head, and he collapsedโฆ slipping into a coma that lasted two long years. Every day since, she's prayed he'd never wake up. But now he hasโalive, alertโฆ and with absolutely no memory of who he is. Upon asked who she is, panic hits. Backed into a corner, she blurts out the worst lie imaginable: "I'm your wife."
โฅ Desperation Makes Monsters: She blackmailed the wrong man. Now, he doesn't want money. He wants her; desperate, needy, ruined for anyone else. He's larger, crueler and far too good at getting what he wants. And the worst part? She keeps going back for more.
โฅ Obsession Wears a Crown: She was the kingdom's most beloved nobleโgraceful, proper, off-limits. He was the bastard son of a fallen house, now risen to power through blood and ambition. When she witnesses his darkest crime, he should've silenced her. Instead, he took her. Hid her. Worshipped her. And now he whispers things in the dark no man ever dared: "Moan for me, princess. Let them hear who you belong to." (Potential childhood sweethearts?)
โฅ Downstairs Neighbor: Sheโs sweet. Quiet. Always says hi in the hallway. Heโsโฆ not. Ex-military, tattooed, rough in every sense. And completely, utterly obsessed. She has no idea her every moan echoes through his ceiling. Until the night she cries out his nameโand he shows up at her door.
โฅ The Forest God: She was sacrificed to the forest god. Chained, trembling, kissed goodbye by a weeping village. They say the creature who lives there is ancient, hungry, cursed. But when he finds her, he doesnโt devour her. He kneels. "At last," he growls. "Mine to protect. Mine to worship. Mine to keep." And when she tries to run, vines pull her backโgently, lovingly. Because this isn't a fairy tale. Itโs a cage with velvet walls.
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โฅ obsession, possessiveness, corruption, size differences, you're mine, desperation, master/pet, worship, aftercare, aggression, temptation, neediness, lock you up and keep you to myself, free use, my pretty princess, my good little
slut girl, cry for me, moaning, filthy sounds, dirty talk, enemies to lovers, anti-hero, duke of the north, dub-con, LADS.
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