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SheWolfOfTheNorth
She’s a Beast in Silk 🐺
- Joined
- May 21, 2025
- Location
- Winterfell
A Bit About Me
I'm a semi-literate writer who loves diving into world-building and creating deep, engaging stories with my partners. How much I write varies depending on the muse and the scene, but I usually aim to match effort for effort—around 600+ words most of the time.
I'm all about OOC banter and plotting, so don't be shy about reaching out! I promise I don't bite .
When it comes to writing perspective, I prefer third person—it just feels right for me.
I do have Discord, but I like to get a good vibe going first, so most of my role-plays start in PMs before moving over.
Respect is important to me, and I believe it's something that goes both ways .
Hopefully, I haven't scared you off! I'm really looking forward to creating something amazing together—so please, enjoy!
Kink & Fade-to-Black Preferences
I'm a semi-literate writer who loves diving into world-building and creating deep, engaging stories with my partners. How much I write varies depending on the muse and the scene, but I usually aim to match effort for effort—around 600+ words most of the time.
I'm all about OOC banter and plotting, so don't be shy about reaching out! I promise I don't bite .
When it comes to writing perspective, I prefer third person—it just feels right for me.
I do have Discord, but I like to get a good vibe going first, so most of my role-plays start in PMs before moving over.
Respect is important to me, and I believe it's something that goes both ways .
Hopefully, I haven't scared you off! I'm really looking forward to creating something amazing together—so please, enjoy!
Kink & Fade-to-Black Preferences 
Yes, Please (Favourites & Cravings)• Slow-burn tension with explosive chemistry
• Power struggles / Dominance & submission (any dynamic)
• Biting, scratching, rough handling
• Possessiveness / Jealousy
• Neck grabbing / hair pulling
• Marking / claiming
• Praise & degradation
• Size differences / strength imbalance
• Semi-public tension (not fully public)
• Obsession / dark desire
• Seduction, teasing, control games
• Hand over mouth / pinned scenes
• Aftercare (emotional or physical)
• Emotional corruption / vulnerability during intimacy
• Forbidden touches, secret trysts
• Fangs, claws, non-human kinks (e.g. monster lovers)
• Light bondage / restraints
• Breath play
• Pet names / degrading language
• Age gaps
• Mind games / manipulation
• Dubcon| Non-Consensual and Consensual themes
• Soft somnophilia
• Pregnancy, Risk of Pregnancy, and Breeding
Hard No / Don't Ask:• Scat, vomit, watersports
• Vore, extreme gore, mutilation
• Humiliation with intent to degrade OOC
• Infantilization / baby play
• Anything that disrespects boundaries or comfort zones
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Welcome to My Story Sanctum 
"This space will be used for my original characters and stories — so please, take a seat and enjoy the ride."
I'm aching to build a story steeped in forbidden longing, sharp power dynamics, and undeniable heat. Give me a world where the lines between savior and sinner blur, where the monster they sent to kill me becomes the one who protects me, or where a bond born in blood and betrayal threatens to consume them both.
Craving:
Slow-burn tension that coils like smoke
Dangerous pairings: Knight & Sorceress, Runaway God & Mortal Girl, Ghost & the Medium who hears him too clearly A love that should not happen—but does, deeply and destructivelyWilling to explore dark themes, sacred vows broken, enemies made lovers, and the kind of intimacy that leaves marks—emotional and otherwise.
If you're ready to fall into something twisted, beautiful, and utterly magnetic… step closer. I promise I don't bite.
(Unless you want me to.)
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Sin, Skin & SecretsOriginal Dark Romance Pairings | Love that bruises, touches that burn.
They told me not to love monsters.
Not the men with blood under their nails and hunger in their eyes.
Not the women who kiss like fire and break you softly when they leave.
But I don't want safe.
I want rough hands and reverent mouths.
I want biting tension, whispered threats, and the kind of love that ruins you beautifully.
Featured Pairings: Dark, Dirty, and DeliciousRunaway Elven|Or Human Princess & The Disgraced Knight Hired To Bring Her Back
The Travelling Priestess & The Heretic Warrior
Heir of Light & Prince of Shadows
The Dragon Shifter Queen & The Knight who slayed her kin
Ex-Girlfriend & Her Boyfriend's Father
Undercover Cop & Bartender at the gang's bar
Scavenger & Injured Enemy From a Rival Faction
Featured Prompt Bunnies 
: Dark, Dirty, and DeliciousThe Fallen Angel and the Nun,
**"He fell with fire on his wings and fury in his heart — not for power, not for war, but for the one prayer that reached him when no others did.
She wore a veil of devotion and whispered her sins to stars, never knowing a fallen thing was listening. Watching. Wanting.
Now he stands at the edge of her faith, barefoot in the chapel shadows, his voice low, reverent, dangerous.
'You called for salvation,' he breathes, stepping closer, 'but all that came was me.'
And still… she doesn't run."**
One bound by heaven. One cast from it.
But in the silence between prayers and touches,
they learn that temptation feels a lot like grace… and love, even more like sin.
Fire Mage & Ice Princess
"He came to melt a kingdom—firelight wrapped in mortal skin, with eyes like embers and hands that left steam on steel. She stood at the edge of her frozen court, crown of frost gleaming, heart sealed behind centuries of snow. 'You burn too brightly,' she warned, voice like winter wind.
'And you freeze too deeply,' he replied, stepping closer.
Snow hissed beneath his boots. Her breath fogged the space between them.
And still, neither turned away."
Some elements were never meant to touch—until they do.
Northern Ice Mage & Southern Fire Dancer
"He came from the North, wrapped in silence and snowfall — a mage carved from stillness, with frost on his lashes and winter sealed behind his gaze. She was flame incarnate, a dancer of the desert winds, her steps scattering sparks across stone.
They met at the edge of a dying world — where fire was fading, and ice refused to break.
'You are chaos,' he whispered.
'And you,' she said, circling him with heat in her smile, 'are afraid to feel.'
When her fingers brushed his, frost cracked. And something deeper melted."
In a land torn by heat and cold, they are storm and wildfire — doomed to clash, destined to burn.
Runaway Gladiator & Healer in hiding
"He fled the arena with blood still drying on his skin and chains shattered in the dust. She tended wounds in the shadows—hands gentle, heart guarded—hiding from a world that hunted her as fiercely as they hunted him. When he collapsed beneath her touch, broken and burning, she saw not a beast, but a man desperate to live. And in that fragile moment, the healer and the warrior became each other's salvation and secret."
Some scars can only be healed in the silence between battles.
The Priest & The Girl Who Confesses Her Sins to Him
"She came to the confessional with trembling lips and sins heavy as stone, her voice a whispered confession lost in candlelight. He sat behind the screen, listening—bound by faith, but caught in the fragile weight of her words. Every secret she spilled was a thread unraveling the silence between them, and in the hush of sacred space, the line between salvation and temptation began to blur."
Some sins seek forgiveness. Others demand surrender.
Brother's Best Friend & Little Sister he was told to protect
"He carried the weight of a promise, sworn to guard the little sister he'd watched grow from laughter into light. But somewhere between whispered secrets and stolen glances, the lines blurred—protector became something more, and the warmth he kept at arm's length threatened to set them both aflame.
She was the family he was meant to shield—now, she was the fire he couldn't resist."
Some bonds are meant to protect. Others, to ignite.
Mob Wife & Fed who's meant to bring her in
"She wore the night like a crown—dangerous, untouchable, a queen in a kingdom built on blood and silence. He was the law cloaked in shadows, tasked to dismantle everything she held dear. Yet every time their eyes met, the cold lines blurred, and the chase became a dance—one of whispered secrets, stolen breaths, and a fire neither dared to name. In the war between justice and loyalty, they both risked losing more than control."
Some battles are fought with guns. Others, with the heart.
Gladiator Champion & the Arena Owner's Daughter
"He fought for survival beneath the roaring crowds, a lion caged in blood and sweat—her eyes always watching from the shadows of the owner's box, cold and curious. She wore silk and secrets, the daughter of the man who owned his chains, yet something fierce flickered behind her calm gaze. When their worlds collided in stolen moments and whispered defiance, the champion found himself fighting for more than just life—it was her heart he wanted to conquer."
In a place where death is a spectacle, love becomes the greatest rebellion.
Minotaur Prince & Priestess of the Labyrinth
"He was the beast born of stone and shadow, the prince with horns crowned in ancient blood, wandering the endless maze of walls and whispers. She was the priestess — guardian of secrets, voice of the labyrinth's heart, her prayers woven through its twisting paths. When fate cast them together beneath the moon's pale eye, the line between monster and man dissolved, and the labyrinth became a place where their souls could finally wander free."
In the maze of myth and desire, only the brave find their way to each other.
Knight Commander & Sorcerer General
"He bore the weight of steel and honor, a commander carved from battle and blood, his sword a promise to his people. She wielded magic like a storm, fierce and untamed, a sorcerer with fire in her veins and shadows at her command. When war threatened to tear their world apart, they were forced to stand together—two forces destined to clash, yet bound by a fragile thread of trust and something dangerously close to desire."
In a realm where swords meet sorcery, the fiercest battles are fought within.
Hunter & Feral Shapeshifter
"He tracked her through ash forests and moon-silvered hills — a phantom of claws and whispers, the feral thing they warned children about. But when he caught her, she didn't run. She smiled with sharp teeth and ancient eyes.
'You think you're hunting me,' she murmured, circling, barefoot and bare-souled, 'but the forest knows who it belongs to.'
And suddenly, he wasn't sure if the trap was hers… or if he had walked willingly into it."
In the wild, predator and prey are just roles — until instinct makes them something more
Alpha Werewolf & Human Enemy Turned Mate
"She was the hunter's daughter, raised to hate what he was — a beast cloaked in flesh, ruling the forest with fang and fury. He was the Alpha, blood-bound to protect his pack, his law carved in claw and howl. When fate threw them together, fire met fury. But hatred frays when hearts speak in silence — and when he scented her as his mate, the wild inside him stirred.
'You're supposed to be my enemy,' she whispered.
'Then why,' he growled, stepping closer, 'does your heartbeat call to mine?'"
In a world ruled by instincts, love is the most dangerous transformation of all.
Crusader & Pagan Priestess
"He rode beneath the banner of a distant god, blade gleaming with holy fire, heart burdened by faith and fury. She rose from sacred earth and shadowed groves, draped in moonlight and crowned with antlers, her voice a hymn to the old gods. When their paths crossed on blood-stained soil, he called her heretic. She called him lost. But in the silence between war cries, something ancient stirred—an ache older than belief, and a hunger no vow could silence."
In a world torn between heaven and earth, their touch could either damn or deliver them.
Ex-Gang Member & Pastor's Daughter
"He came to the church with blood on his hands and silence in his eyes, hoping the pews might offer what the streets never could—peace. She was the pastor's daughter, all soft edges and Sunday grace, raised to believe in forgiveness, but unprepared for the way he looked at her like she was the only light he'd ever seen.
'You don't belong here,' she whispered.
He stepped closer, the scent of smoke and regret clinging to him.
'Neither do you,' he said, 'not if you keep looking at me like that.'"
Sometimes, the path to redemption begins with the one soul you were never meant to touch.
Failed Experiment & Scientist Who Was Supposed to Terminate Him
"He wasn't supposed to survive. A weapon stitched from code and cruelty, locked behind glass and numbers. But something went wrong — or perhaps too right — and when she looked into his eyes, the creature they called a failure looked back with something terrifyingly human.
She was sent to erase him, clean the slate. Instead, she hesitated.
And he smiled.
'You built me to feel nothing,' he whispered.
'Then why do you look at me like you remember what love tastes like?'"
In a place where life is manufactured and mercy is forbidden, one choice could change everything — or end them both.
You want it rough? Gentle? Worshipped? Destroyed? Tell me what you're aching for.
Or let me build you a world where you can't tell if you're being loved… or ruined.
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