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Just a hopeless romantic looking to get some love fixes with some kink and BDSM thrown in for good measure. Some plots will be better thought out and more descriptive summaries but, nothing is entirely set in stone. PM me if interested, I only bite when asked!
General Romance
Sold!
Millicent Browne is a professional Birth/Postpartum Doula who part times as a livestream gamer with a decent following. Looking to put herself through nursing school to become a midwife she decides to get as much money in as large a lump sum as she can, by bidding off her virginity. At 26 she’s no naive little girl and knows all the ways it could go horribly wrong but, never thought of the ways it could go horribly right.
YC wins the bid, only unbeknownst to Millie, YC is not only incredibly wealthy and handsome but is also one of her gamer friends. Maybe he helped develop the game they play together or another very popular game or two or made his wealth outside the video game industry. There’s an undeniable attraction but, some hostility. Maybe there’s an undertone of disgust from YC about the whole deal.
For several weeks they have certain nights that are supposed to be “the night” where they trade her virginity for the money only to have something get in the way. Either their respective jobs or other people. Maybe YC tries to court her in between to “show her what could be”.
When finally, one day Millie finds out the truth of who YC is all along and feels betrayed that he’d lied about it. When she tries to back out YC tells her that once the contract was signed and half the money turned over he was owed “the product he paid for” and takes full control of the situation and by extension her life surrounding the deal. Initially, she’s quite angry, hurt and shamed by the entire process but, that initial attraction is now paired with the feelings of close friendship she’d had with her once online friend.
This is a story that is about romance, smut and some very lovely light BDSM themes.
Mafia Romance
Show Me your Skeletons
Anastasya Volkov in her younger years was the Princess to one of Russia’s most influential and wealthy Vor’s the unforgiving country had to offer. That is until at seventeen her mother died, Ana changed her name to Alice and had been on the run ever since trying to keep her father’s men off her tail. Blood’s on her hands and nightmares of trauma haunt her past so she decides to get sold.
It wasn’t hard for her to get targeted, she knew exactly who to mess with and when she ends up on the stage labeled as “damaged goods” due to her scars and tattoo she wasn’t expecting her seller to get more than fifty-thousand but when the bid is set to a million and she’s dragged to sprawling compound set in the US midwest Ana was unprepared to meet her new “Owner.”
YC is the US’ most proficient Gangster, only by the grace of his whims do the Mexican, Irish, Russian and Italian Mob Families keep business in his country. It’s possible that YC knows Ana’s true identity and wants to use it against her and her father to gain territory in Russia or compliance (maybe even the 20 million dollar bounty her father set for her safe return). Or maybe he figures it out along the way. Until it suddenly doesn’t matter, he bought her on impulse, he wants her, she can’t tell him no without risking her assumed safety.
Maybe it’s love,
Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome.
Maybe it’s a bit of both?
The Suit and the Singer
It’s at the infamous Deja Vu “HE” finds himself frequenting. A high class escort club. Where the men are dangerous and rich and the women are beautiful, and eager to please for the right price of course, however he doesn’t find himself returning for any woman he could buy for the night. No, he keeps returning for the in house entertainment. He doesn’t know her by anything but her stage name: Delaina, but she’s not an escort, she’s not even a dancer. She’s a part of the band. Beautiful as the rest of women in the club but natural, wearing almost no makeup only a dark or sometimes vibrant red lipstick, sometimes she wears none at all. She’s not tall or model skinny, luscious but not overly so, everything about her is subtle aside from her eyes. They drew people in, what kept most of the clients coming back, frustrated that they can’t have the singer on their arm for the night so they spend more money on the others. But, she didn’t see that.
He never hears her speak other than when she sings, and it always seems like she’s singing for him. Flirting with subtle movements or gestures. Alice loves seeing him in his usual spot, on his usual day at his usual time, the way he looks at her thrills her, how his eyes never stray even when she’s singing a piece for the girls on stage as they tease and strip and arouse, excites her.
They both want more, but it’s fun playing this little game.
One day he finds himself in possession of Delaina’s well asked for number or rather he finds himself in possession of a rather interesting text from her number.
But, alluring, sexy performer Delaina is nothing more than an act. A face talented seamstress Alice puts on at night too shy to carry on with it during the light hours. Her day job as demure and feminine as it got, seamstressing was hard work, but it was a dying business, her job at the club at first had just been to pay the bills until he came in and made it all the more fun. He helped her breathe new life into her performances without even trying.
The well dressed man makes her feel sexy, forbidden, untouchable, desirable. He gives her a new height to her confidence, makes her feel more of a woman beside some of the most desired ladies in the city. Eventually she does sing for only him, picking her “freetime” songs to flirt, to tease to arouse. When she’s alone at night in her tiny apartment above her shop she imagines what it would be like to share his bed, she likes to imagine that he thinks of her in that exact same way as he touches himself or as he beds another. That’s it’s her face he imagines or her name he moans. The same way she cries out his, imagines it’s his hands on her neglected body or how his lips would feel ghosting over her skin.
It takes them months before “HE” finally gets her real name, by bribing her boss. Using the information to find her small tailor shop. Finding reasons to see her, get her close by getting hand made suits, but still she doesn’t talk to him beyond what is necessary, only laughing at first at a joke or a shy giggle when he’s bold enough to brush a lock of hair out of her face as he enters her shop almost as much as he does the club.
Alice even allows him to sit with her during the day as she works when he can before she would have to close and get ready for her night of singing at the club. Letting lust and emotion slowly build as they finally get to know one another, but the game they play at the club doesn’t lose it’s appeal.
Still he appears in his usual spot on his usual day at his usual time. Still she sings only for him only this time he knows it for sure and as tension builds he knows that soon he can have what no one else can.
But, Alice has some secrets of her own and as dark as his work is and as much as he’d like to believe she doesn’t know what goes on in his world, she has a past and life as dangerous as his.
NOTE: THIS HAS TWO PRESET OPENINGS. ONE IS CONSIDERABLY DARKER THAN THE OTHER AND SETS UP THE RP FOR A MUCH DARKER MORE VIOLENT TONE.
General Romance
Sold!
Millicent Browne is a professional Birth/Postpartum Doula who part times as a livestream gamer with a decent following. Looking to put herself through nursing school to become a midwife she decides to get as much money in as large a lump sum as she can, by bidding off her virginity. At 26 she’s no naive little girl and knows all the ways it could go horribly wrong but, never thought of the ways it could go horribly right.
YC wins the bid, only unbeknownst to Millie, YC is not only incredibly wealthy and handsome but is also one of her gamer friends. Maybe he helped develop the game they play together or another very popular game or two or made his wealth outside the video game industry. There’s an undeniable attraction but, some hostility. Maybe there’s an undertone of disgust from YC about the whole deal.
For several weeks they have certain nights that are supposed to be “the night” where they trade her virginity for the money only to have something get in the way. Either their respective jobs or other people. Maybe YC tries to court her in between to “show her what could be”.
When finally, one day Millie finds out the truth of who YC is all along and feels betrayed that he’d lied about it. When she tries to back out YC tells her that once the contract was signed and half the money turned over he was owed “the product he paid for” and takes full control of the situation and by extension her life surrounding the deal. Initially, she’s quite angry, hurt and shamed by the entire process but, that initial attraction is now paired with the feelings of close friendship she’d had with her once online friend.
This is a story that is about romance, smut and some very lovely light BDSM themes.
Mafia Romance
Show Me your Skeletons
Anastasya Volkov in her younger years was the Princess to one of Russia’s most influential and wealthy Vor’s the unforgiving country had to offer. That is until at seventeen her mother died, Ana changed her name to Alice and had been on the run ever since trying to keep her father’s men off her tail. Blood’s on her hands and nightmares of trauma haunt her past so she decides to get sold.
It wasn’t hard for her to get targeted, she knew exactly who to mess with and when she ends up on the stage labeled as “damaged goods” due to her scars and tattoo she wasn’t expecting her seller to get more than fifty-thousand but when the bid is set to a million and she’s dragged to sprawling compound set in the US midwest Ana was unprepared to meet her new “Owner.”
YC is the US’ most proficient Gangster, only by the grace of his whims do the Mexican, Irish, Russian and Italian Mob Families keep business in his country. It’s possible that YC knows Ana’s true identity and wants to use it against her and her father to gain territory in Russia or compliance (maybe even the 20 million dollar bounty her father set for her safe return). Or maybe he figures it out along the way. Until it suddenly doesn’t matter, he bought her on impulse, he wants her, she can’t tell him no without risking her assumed safety.
Maybe it’s love,
Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome.
Maybe it’s a bit of both?
The Suit and the Singer
It’s at the infamous Deja Vu “HE” finds himself frequenting. A high class escort club. Where the men are dangerous and rich and the women are beautiful, and eager to please for the right price of course, however he doesn’t find himself returning for any woman he could buy for the night. No, he keeps returning for the in house entertainment. He doesn’t know her by anything but her stage name: Delaina, but she’s not an escort, she’s not even a dancer. She’s a part of the band. Beautiful as the rest of women in the club but natural, wearing almost no makeup only a dark or sometimes vibrant red lipstick, sometimes she wears none at all. She’s not tall or model skinny, luscious but not overly so, everything about her is subtle aside from her eyes. They drew people in, what kept most of the clients coming back, frustrated that they can’t have the singer on their arm for the night so they spend more money on the others. But, she didn’t see that.
He never hears her speak other than when she sings, and it always seems like she’s singing for him. Flirting with subtle movements or gestures. Alice loves seeing him in his usual spot, on his usual day at his usual time, the way he looks at her thrills her, how his eyes never stray even when she’s singing a piece for the girls on stage as they tease and strip and arouse, excites her.
They both want more, but it’s fun playing this little game.
One day he finds himself in possession of Delaina’s well asked for number or rather he finds himself in possession of a rather interesting text from her number.
But, alluring, sexy performer Delaina is nothing more than an act. A face talented seamstress Alice puts on at night too shy to carry on with it during the light hours. Her day job as demure and feminine as it got, seamstressing was hard work, but it was a dying business, her job at the club at first had just been to pay the bills until he came in and made it all the more fun. He helped her breathe new life into her performances without even trying.
The well dressed man makes her feel sexy, forbidden, untouchable, desirable. He gives her a new height to her confidence, makes her feel more of a woman beside some of the most desired ladies in the city. Eventually she does sing for only him, picking her “freetime” songs to flirt, to tease to arouse. When she’s alone at night in her tiny apartment above her shop she imagines what it would be like to share his bed, she likes to imagine that he thinks of her in that exact same way as he touches himself or as he beds another. That’s it’s her face he imagines or her name he moans. The same way she cries out his, imagines it’s his hands on her neglected body or how his lips would feel ghosting over her skin.
It takes them months before “HE” finally gets her real name, by bribing her boss. Using the information to find her small tailor shop. Finding reasons to see her, get her close by getting hand made suits, but still she doesn’t talk to him beyond what is necessary, only laughing at first at a joke or a shy giggle when he’s bold enough to brush a lock of hair out of her face as he enters her shop almost as much as he does the club.
Alice even allows him to sit with her during the day as she works when he can before she would have to close and get ready for her night of singing at the club. Letting lust and emotion slowly build as they finally get to know one another, but the game they play at the club doesn’t lose it’s appeal.
Still he appears in his usual spot on his usual day at his usual time. Still she sings only for him only this time he knows it for sure and as tension builds he knows that soon he can have what no one else can.
But, Alice has some secrets of her own and as dark as his work is and as much as he’d like to believe she doesn’t know what goes on in his world, she has a past and life as dangerous as his.
NOTE: THIS HAS TWO PRESET OPENINGS. ONE IS CONSIDERABLY DARKER THAN THE OTHER AND SETS UP THE RP FOR A MUCH DARKER MORE VIOLENT TONE.
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Handsome and had an accent. Milo Ventri is double trouble. Had they met when she'd been in college Alice would've been on him like white on rice but, now all she did was flush in her cheeks and smiled warmly. She had her siblings to think about now and with work being busy she just didn't have the time to flirt with hot history teachers.
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Ventri.” Alice replied, making sure to stay where Sapphire wanted her, knowing how shy the little blonde was. Smiling down at her as Mr. Ventri introduced himself, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. She was proud of Sapphire for being brave enough to at least say her name. “Ah, actually, since you have Fritz in your class do you think it would be possible for you to tell me if you think he’s alright?”
Alice turned away for a moment to skim over the papers and sign her name wherever it was indicated. “I would really appreciate it.”
With that Alice gave a little wave and a “Thank you.” to the secretary while she smiled back at Mr. Ventri in goodbye. Leading little Sapphire to her class. “I’m very proud of you, Saph. Saying hello like that took a lot of courage, you brave thing.” She gave Sapphire’s hand a little shake in encouragement. Making sure they took their time. If Sapphire was late so be it. The damn teacher could wait.
When the pair got to the door to Sapphire’s classroom Alice knelt down to be eye level with her sister and said, “I put my number in your bag, with your lunch. If you need to come home have your teacher call me. Alright?”
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“Fritz?” Said a decidedly feminine voice behind him. Sarah one of his classmates tapped his shoulder to get his attention. She was cute, with blonde curly hair and freckles. Her brown eyes warm and inviting like her smile. “It’s nice to see you again but, um... Why are you out here?” She had her bag slung over one shoulder and books pressed to her chest. Dressed in a knee length skirt and a floral printed blouse. She was the quintessential popular girl that everyone liked.
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Ventri.” Alice replied, making sure to stay where Sapphire wanted her, knowing how shy the little blonde was. Smiling down at her as Mr. Ventri introduced himself, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. She was proud of Sapphire for being brave enough to at least say her name. “Ah, actually, since you have Fritz in your class do you think it would be possible for you to tell me if you think he’s alright?”
Alice turned away for a moment to skim over the papers and sign her name wherever it was indicated. “I would really appreciate it.”
With that Alice gave a little wave and a “Thank you.” to the secretary while she smiled back at Mr. Ventri in goodbye. Leading little Sapphire to her class. “I’m very proud of you, Saph. Saying hello like that took a lot of courage, you brave thing.” She gave Sapphire’s hand a little shake in encouragement. Making sure they took their time. If Sapphire was late so be it. The damn teacher could wait.
When the pair got to the door to Sapphire’s classroom Alice knelt down to be eye level with her sister and said, “I put my number in your bag, with your lunch. If you need to come home have your teacher call me. Alright?”
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“Fritz?” Said a decidedly feminine voice behind him. Sarah one of his classmates tapped his shoulder to get his attention. She was cute, with blonde curly hair and freckles. Her brown eyes warm and inviting like her smile. “It’s nice to see you again but, um... Why are you out here?” She had her bag slung over one shoulder and books pressed to her chest. Dressed in a knee length skirt and a floral printed blouse. She was the quintessential popular girl that everyone liked.
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