Chewy's Search (F for Any)

[Chewy]

Writing Status: Active
New Storylines: Accepting

Welcome to Chewy's Requests page. If you haven't already, I highly suggest that you visit my O/O page here. I encourage to check out my drabbles and samples page here. I've just updated my O/O page as of 8/23/25 and it is the most current with all of my O/Os, information about my availability, writing and so on. This page is going to be just to have a separate thread for my requests in hopes to find someone to fulfil some of the desires my muse is asking for at the moment. I'll add, if there is a story/idea you have in mind that includes something that you don't see listed in my O/O page, please feel free to message me via PM or Discord and we can discuss. Also, if you have an idea for any of the various ideas that I've placed in this thread, please feel free to talk to me about them. I'd like to think that I'm extremely easy to get alone with and very accommodating to my partners/potential partners. I usually reply within an hour to 24 hours depending on how busy I am and what's going on outside of here.
That being said, thank you for stopping by and checking out my page. I hope something catches someone's eye because I'm a glutton for punishment and I desire to take on more stories.
Listed below are my current active original characters that I would like to find more people to write with.

Experience

I've been roleplaying for 23 years. I started roleplaying before I even knew it was a thing. I used to write Buffy The Vampire Slayer fanfiction with my best friend and we started writing in a notebook that we would pass back and forth. Then, fast forward a year, we both got into the TV show Charmed. From there, we started writing fanfiction on word pad together. A little after that, I was on a Charmed message board and they put their members into "covens" together. Essentially creating little families together and that was where I really got my first intro to roleplaying and I just haven't really stopped since.

I progressed to actual, more serious, roleplaying by age 13. I've roleplayed over AOL/AIM, YIM, MSN and Discord. I've roleplayed over MySpace (and myspace-like websites) and Facebook too. However, forums have always sort of been my bread and butter. That is where my best roleplaying and most memorable have really stemmed from. As an adult, I've had multiple hiatuses  due to personal life issues, ebbs and flows of my fickle muse and just having the ability (or lack thereof) to write. However, it's really a passion of mine and I just can't give it up! I'm an extremely creative person and I've found that I'm a much happier person when I'm creating.

I've roleplayed pretty much everything. I mean it. Back in the day (man I'm aging myself here), I did a lot of group roleplays based in high-school settings, made up towns (and real ones), and even dabbled in roleplaying soap operas (The Bold and the Beautiful's got nothing on me!). I also used to do a T O N of cannon roleplaying. As I've gotten older, I've found more of a love for creating my own worlds and characters and less than involving myself in fandoms but now and then I will still whip out my Daenerys Targaryen or my Buffy Summers but what I really prefer is to create everything from the ground up.

When I first started writing, I insufferably wrote mainly one liners. I have since (and proudly) have grown my ability exponentially to do much longer posts. One thing I'd like for potential partners to know however, is that I have ADHD. My grammar isn't perfect and I still make lots of mistakes. Mainly due to resorting to using my phone or Ipad for writing and only sometimes using my computer (as I am a little bit of a busy bee). I really enjoy longer posts but I also know that not every post needs to be a novel. So, that being said, I'm most comfortable with 4+ paragraphs per post. However, here lately, I feel sticking to 4 paragraphs is hard (hence the plus sign next to the number). I've become very descriptive in my writing and tend to give lots of details in my writing.

NOTE: I will never expect my partners to match me but I just ask that you keep the story going with me. There's nothing I hate more than carrying that burden on myself. Throw me a curve ball and if you're someone who prefers to discuss those things, please feel free to tell me! I do love me a "Connie Curveball" kinda partner though!

I'd also like to include, I started writing smut… probably much earlier than I should have (gotta love early 2000s unhinged internet). But I really began to perfect my ability to write smut/erotica when I was in my mid-20s. It's become something that I love to include in my writing. I have often found that adding in sexual scenes between two characters can help deepen/enhance the relationship and/or drama between two characters. It adds depth. Most people might see it as needless but I just think it can be beautiful when written correctly (and by correctly, I mean just in a way that fits the characters). It's not something that is 100% needed but I would prefer it. I tend to use a 50/50 smut vs story logic but don't mind using it at a 30/70 or 40/60. It just depends on my partner's preferences.

What I'm Looking For In A Writing Partner

First and foremost, I'm looking for a partner who is RESPECTFUL. Please be understanding that I have a family and a demanding full-time job in my personal life and they will always come first. If I've been online and haven't responded, I just might not have the time to respond. If it takes me a day or two to respond, I'm just busy. Sometimes I've gone up to a week without responding and if that happens, I generally pop-in and forewarn if I'm going to have a hectic week.

Which leads me into the next thing – COMMUNICATION. Just like at my job and in my marriage, I really rely on communication. Whether it be that you can't reply as quickly as you'd like or you have a change you'd like to make in the story. Whatever it might be, please talk to me. I'm very understanding and extremely accommodating. Just be upfront with me. I'd rather you tell me no to something that makes you uncomfortable than to suffer through a scene or tell me that you're going to be away for two weeks so you need to put the whole thing on hold. It's fine! Just tell me.

One thing that I really look for is MUSING. What do I mean by that? Nothing gets my creative juices going more or makes my muse(inspiration) more excited than musing with someone. Headcanons, aesthetics, music that suits the characters, gifs, edits/photo manips, whatever. I love being completely nerdy about my roleplays. I often create gifs, aesthetics and manips of my characters and I enjoy sharing them with my partners. Help me create the world we're writing in! Show me the house you vision your character living in! Show me a silly song that your character shamelessly dances to. Whatever it might be, this is supposed to be a fun hobby so let's have fun with it!

The last thing I really think is important is EFFORT. In the past, one of the biggest killers for my muse is having to carry the roleplay on my shoulders. Meaning, I'm always the one moving the story along or I'm the one constantly putting in my entire effort into making sure I'm delivering replies that are adding to the overall story only to receive replies that are lackluster with very little effort or care as to what someone's posting. I get that sometimes you can't think of what to say, or add to the story, or even not have enough time to really say what you want. Listen, if that's the case, we need to communicate. I just don't want to be left feeling like I could be writing this entire thing on my own because if that were the case, I would.

Bonus addition: LONG TERM PARTNERS. I do love me a long-running roleplay. My longest running roleplay is going on four years (on and off). I'm not asking that someone commit to something to last that long but I've always enjoyed longer running stories. Seasons change and people change but I'm more than happy to change with those seasons and if the roleplay is growing stale, no problem. We can spruce it up somehow! Make new main characters, take on the roles of others for a bit and come back to the original mains, whatever the case may be! If you're in it for the long haul, I'm so down.

What I'm Looking For In A Story

I'm just going to do some lists here instead of going into a bunch of details. If you don't see something listed, feel free to reach out and ask.

List of genres I enjoy using in my writing. Anything with a plus are favorites. Anything in Blue is a total craving.

• Historical +
  
• High/Low Fantasy +
  
• Mythology +
  
• Supernatural/Preternatural +
  
• Romance +
  
• Folklore +
  
• Action
• Adventure +
  
• Horror
• Biblical/Religion +
  
• Drama +
  
• Urban
• Lite Fandom
• Fairytale/Fables +
  
• Dark/Gothic +
  
• Fandom
• AU Fandom +
• Smut/Erotica +
• Celebrities

List of Fandoms I enjoy when I do partake in them (Anything bold and Blue is what I'm craving)

• The Last Kingdom
• Game of Thrones/A Song Of Ice And Fire +
  
• Avengers (Scarlet Witch stories in particular)
• X-Men
• Aquaman
• Underworld +
  
• Star Wars
• Greek Mythology +
  
• The Merry Gentry Series +
  
• The Nevers
• Warrior Nun

List of Favorite Tropes (Anything bold and Blue is what I'm craving)

• Love Triangles
• Dom/sub Relationships - MC being the sub
  
• Tops/bottom Relationships - MC being the bottom
  
• Enemies to Lovers
  
• Forbidden Love
  
• Love at First Sight
• Friends to Lovers
• Secrets
  
• Physical Differences - Taller & muscular men paired with shorter & petite women
  
• Older/Experienced Men vs Younger/Inexperienced Women
  
• Villains Becoming Heroes
• Heroes Becoming Villains
• Good Vs Evil
• War
• Conflict
  
• Long Distance Traveling
• Dysfunctional Families/Relationships
  
• Toxic Relationships
  
• Dramatic Reveals
  
• Red Herrings
  
• The Other Man/Woman/Cheating
  
• Forced Proximity
• The Pure and the Promiscuous
• Forced Marriage
• Unexpected Love Interest
• Fated Mates
• Roller Coaster Relationships

List of traits commonly found in my characters

• Females (always)
• Submissive
• Ages 20s - 40s
• Intelligent
• Stubborn
• Powerful
• Torn
• Damaged
• Nurturing
• Feisty
• Emotional
• Sexually Active
• Curious
• Persistent
• Independent
• Passionate
• Flirty
• Teasing
• Self-Aware
• Vulnerable
• Gritty
• Beautiful

Lists of "Ons". (Anyting in Blue and bold is a craving!)

• Dominant Partners - My characters tend to be sexually submissive but I will rarely include this where it’s such a focal point that the entire story revolves around this. This is only sexual and not for story purposes!
  
• Dub-Con - This has recently become a TOTAL on for me. I love forbidden relationships where they know it’s wrong but they can’t stop one another
  
• Non-Con - Needs to add to the story - not so much for pleasure.
  
• Handjobs - This includes fingering
  
• Toys - This includes dildos, plugs and contact toys like whips and rods of sorts
  
• Anal
  
• Foreplay
  
• Multiple Partners - Really, no more than two at a time for my character or else it starts to feel lost
  
• Oral - Giving and reciving
  
• Sexy Apparel/Lingerie
• Praise - All of my girls have a praise kink
  
• Pain - Nothing extreme where it's intentional pain. It would be more like spanking/paddling, nipple clamps, clawing, biting, etc. Anything intended to induce light pain to intensify pleasure but never just for the hell of it
  
• Vaginal
  
• Size difference - This is a MAJOR on! I love playing short/petite women against tall/broad men. This includes very large appendages.
  
• Toxic relationships - I love the fire and intensity in the relationships
  
• Edging
• Possessive/Jealous/Protective - If your character is totally protective to the point he/she can be violent in her honor, yeeessss
  
• Over abundance/Messy - Meaning lots of spit, cum, fluids, sloppy sex and kisses included
  
• Talking dirty
  
• Emotional Relationships/sex - Love Love Love when strings are attached
  
• Risky Business - Sex in places it shouldn't happen? Yes please!
  
• Forbidden relationships
  
• Lite Incest - This is special scenarios only
  
• Aftercare - Please play with MCs hair and cuddle the fuck out of her
  
• Love-Hate relationships
  
• Pregnancy - Including for "breeding" purposes buuuuuut, I love the unplanned/unwanted pregnancies to throw couples through a loop
  
• Knife Play
• Mirrors - Force my character to watch something being done or force her to watch herself in the mirror
  

List of "Maybes"

• Beastiality - As I've said before, YC has to have human parts, be more human than animal/other specie for me to even consider but I’m not going to lie, I generally will protest this.
  
• Incest - As stated above, special scenarios only
  
• Alien Sex - Like with beastiality, you'd have to be more human than alien
  
• Humiliation
• Blood Play - Reserved for things like vampires and such
  

List of "Offs"

• Breast Expansion/Lactation Play
• Feeding/Weight Gain/Obesity
• Fisting
• Scat/Toilet Stuff
• Vore/Torture
• Excessive Body hair
• Necrophilia
• Bimbofication
• Feet stuff
• MxM - I just don't write as a male
  
• Anime/Cartoon - You’ll never see me use an anime or cartoon face - no will I roleplay with someone who’s character is anime. The closest thing is a drawn/artistic/realistic concept. And that’s only if you sell me enough on an idea. I use real faces - preferably actors
  

Samples

Below, I'm going to post some sample posts of my replies so everyone can get a small idea of how I write.

Asmodea/Ash Demir;

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The demon’s eyes strained in the light of the fire as she looked over at the stranger who had saved her from what she could only think could have been death. Fallen angels, demons, angels, the devout – all of them were just as fragile on Earth as humans were. It didn’t matter in this realm that they were powerful beings who could take a beating when the time came. Blood loss was blood loss. Earth was once a playing field for the creatures eons ago before humans even existed as a battle ground meant to bring equality in the war between good and evil. Their magic worked but their fragility was heightened in a way that made a fight between two beings equal tenant.

Her vision wasn’t as bad as before and could make out more of his face. The light from the fire allowed her to focus a little more. He was handsome and there was a halo of light around him. His aura, something that was familiar to demons and angels, was bright and practically blinding. He was a good soul. He had done good things. The way his aura burned around him however meant he had seen things… done things that many would deem unforgivable but the bright light that surrounded him meant that he was already forgiven. She wanted to smile. She wanted to tell him that he would be saved, but now wasn’t the time to speak of God or heaven. Not when her own life, her breath, her body, was in complete shambles.

The man spoke of a town but Ash couldn’t put location to her brain at the moment but allowed him to answer her question. That meant that wherever she was, she had stumbled on some place she had never been before because she didn’t recognize the name of the city. He stood and made his way to her before crouching down where she lay still on her belly. She felt his eyes look her over in a swift motion and it made her feel raw and vulnerable. She wanted to use her power to fade away but she didn’t have the strength and the way he looked at her… something about it made her feel like she needed to be here.

Ash’s eyes found his in the darkness, the cloudy gray storms of his eyes connected with the brown darkness of her own and she felt her skin prickle. She felt a trickle of her magic, a crack of it come to life in her chest and she was happy to be laying on her belly so that he couldn’t see it surface. The halo of his aura calmed as she studied him quietly. Somehow, it felt like she had known him, felt him, sensed his presence before. Like seeing someone you hadn’t seen in ages. It made her settle, her magic dissipated and the prickles across her skin settled back into her flesh.

’Tucker’, was his name. His words, although comforting, Ash knew the truth. She was more alone now than he could ever imagine. Cast out, exiled, forbidden to return home. A piece of her was relieved. The ways she suffered at Lucifer’s hand, the years she spent doing his dirty work, the times she allowed him to reign over her in such horrible ways. However, being apart from Asmodeus and Sabira meant she could never truly feel whole while here on Earth or anywhere for that matter. Sabira was in the Loom Temple with her father which meant at least she could see her but if she couldn’t use her power to travel to hell, she would need to find another way to find Asmodeus.

She was about to open her mouth to give him a name when the sound of footsteps and old wooden floors shifting made her look past him to where an older woman appeared. It made Ash tense a little. She didn’t realize they weren’t alone and she was on edge. It made her shift painfully against the couch but she didn’t let it show on her face. He stood and she handed him something, telling him to give it to her. She wasn’t sure what it was but she could faintly smell herbs which meant it was some kind of brew – a soup, as humans called it. Witches had made her one centuries ago when she was wounded in a battle and she knew what it was for.

Ash began to lift herself, pain written across her face as she pulled her arms beneath her chest to try and push herself up. Tucker was right there quicker than she realized. She felt the roughness of his calloused fingers on her arm as she whimpered while pulling her legs closer to the center of the couch. She wanted to scream from the pain in her back and the bruising on her ribcage but she knew she needed to sit up. She placed her soft hand on his shoulder and it moved up to the back of his neck, her fingers curling slightly as she gripped him and pulled until she was sitting in front of him with her legs over the side of the couch. Ash was slouched forward and it was only then when she let go of his neck.
Tucker helped her to lift the cup to her lips and she closed her eyes, inhaling the delicious smelling scent of broth and herbs when the liquid began to fill her mouth. She tasted it on her tongue before it slid down her throat and filled her with some bit of warmth. It made her power sizzle, creating tension in the air somewhere between wrath and lust. It wasn’t something she had done on purpose but a mere natural reflex as she gulped down some of the brew.

Pulling the cup away from her lips, allowing them to hover close to the rim of the mug, Ash opened her eyes, her gaze flickering to the woman and then back to Tucker. Her magic settled a little but she still felt the tension that lingered there in the air like the smell of rain before a storm that gave away nature’s next steps. “Ash…” She croaked softly. “My name… is Ash Demir.”

Ash was Asmodea’s alias that she used on Earth. It was the nickname given to her by Asmodeus. Demir was actually her late son’s first name but she used it as her alias’s last name. She wasn’t going to tell them that though. She wasn’t going to tell them anything for now. She wasn’t ready. It was too dangerous to share too much too soon. She didn’t know these people. She was grateful that they had the heart to take her in like this but it didn’t mean she could trust them. Still, something in Tucker’s eyes drew her in and she felt like she wanted to trust him. As if her soul needed to trust him.

Dark eyes suddenly felt heavy again and Ash swayed a little. Dizziness overcame her and she reached out quickly with her hand to grip his arm, the mug in her hand now loose and would have fallen if his fingers weren’t beneath the mug. She let go of the mug, allowing him to take full grip of the cup and her other hand gripped the seat of the couch. A rippling pain dug into her body, making her lean forward, her face not far from his and she winced, gritting her teeth together and letting out a muffled cry. She felt the pain rip through her again and fresh tears escaped the corners of her closed eyes. It was the poison in the tip of Lucifer’s whip. It was made to inflict pain for days when used properly. It wasn’t lethal but it drew out the punishment. She once believed the souls that cried for days when it was inflicted upon them were weak but feeling the effects of the poison on her now, she understood why they would be in such grave agony.

Ash whimpered, her knuckles white as one gripped his arm and the other the couch. She curled more, bringing chest to her knees as she bent forward, her hair falling loosely to create a curtain over her face. This time, a cry shuttered the cabin as she screamed. She hadn’t even realized her nails were digging into his sleeve and biting into his flesh with how hard she gripped him nor did she hear the slight ripping of the fabric on the couch. When the wave of pain finally passed, she was left breathing hard. She wasn’t ready for the next few days of this torment.

Lyrica; (Warning: Explicit Sexual Content)

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The way Aesin maneuvered his body, wrapped his arm around her waist and pushed himself against her was like a sign from the gods. He already fared differently than her late husband. The way he guided her body with simple movements and gestures of his hand, the way he thrust himself against her body in a way that gave her such pleasure, such emotion even. He was handsy, as if he couldn't get enough of her, as if he felt the need to constantly touch her. His hands spoke a language of their own.

It happened so quickly the way Aesin rolled until his back was pressed firmly into the soft linen of her bed dressings. Now, it was she who lay over him. Somehow, he still held a power over her, even being beneath the Queen. Lyrica gasped as he pushed into her from below before trapping her mouth in a passionate kiss.

White blonde hair draped over him, blanketing his face and mixing with the brown trusses of his own. Her hands firmly planted against the bed, she fisted the sheets there and raised her hips from his pelvis before letting the weight of her petite frame bring them back down so that he sunk deeply into her once more. She moaned into the kiss as she repeated this motion, again and again.

Lyrica moved one hand over his chest while the other held her just so that the peaks of her breasts swayed against his broad chest, irritating her nipples in a way that only brought further pleasure. She whimpered into his mouth before pulling her head back and arching her body against him. Her neck and chin inches from his lip as she pulled her head back, Lyrica ground her hips down against his in a way that her sweet button pressed into the base of his cock and it sent chills across her body and turned her skin into bumps.

"Gods, yes." Lyrica whispered as she circulated her hips before pulling them up until his length was almost out of her crevice but quickly she brought her tight wetness down around him in a swift motion that caused her to moan once more, singing a song of her own that was only meant for his ears. Emotions welled in her belly as she gave herself freely. Lyrica didn't realize the weight of her words in the heat of the moment as her lips parted and her body moved against this man's frame. "Aesin," Lyrica managed to gasp. She practically begged, "don't stop."


The sound of his heavy groans spilling from Aesin's lips vibrated against Lyrica's throat as he took possession of her body. Her own groan escaped her throat when she felt the tingling of force at the base of her neck where Aesin entangled his fingers into her long white strands. She felt the grip on her hip grow firmer, harder too. It was a sign of what she was to ensure in the following moments.

With each lift of her hips, Aesin waited for the right moment as he stilled his hips. The moment Lyrica's weight started back down over his cock, he pushed his own hips upward to meet hers. His thrusting caused a slew of groans to escape her lips to cascade down into his hair as she nuzzled her cheek against his head while he devoured her sensitive flesh.

As they continued, a layer of moisture began to form on their flesh. Droplets of sweat rolled down the dip of her lower back with each flex of the muscles in her body. She was panting hard, her body melting around his. With each new slam of their skin, her sex took him into her body deeply and in return, he was gifted with a sea of her heat that dripped down around the sack just below the base of his manhood.

Lyrica used what strength she had to pull back from him. His fingers were still embedded in her hair and his other hand was still firmly holding her hip. She pulled back just enough so that she could move her hands to his chest. This caused his tangled fingers in her hair to slip down away from the base of her neck as she pushed herself so that she was sitting up more. The way her arms bowed inward caused her breasts to become more pronounced and swayed. The Queen began to  use this new leverage to look down into Aesin's eyes as she began to physically ride him.

She enjoyed watching the pleasure spread across his face with each time their bodies collided passionately. She found gratification in the sounds that spilled from his lips. Lyrica found pleasure in the way he handled her with his hands as if she truly belonged to him.

As the evening grew later, the sounds that filled Lyrica's chambers were full of passion and told tales of the now dark secret that Lyrica and Aesin would be forced to carry in silence as they went about their lives. Little did Lyrica know that it would have a profound effect on her in the days and weeks to come.

It was sometime in the early hours that the small blonde woke to find Aesin sleeping soundly beside her. The sky hadn't turned blue but she could see the darkness turning purple and the moon was still high in the sky from her view. She slowly sat up and looked around. Her head pounding from the wine, she pressed her palm to her temple and grimaced.

Looking beside her body, Aesin lay stark naked on his stomach with his body only partly covered by a thin sheet as her duvet had been pushed down towards the foot of the bed. Remnants of her evening that progressed with Aesin clouded her mind and made Lyrica realize the sun would be coming up soon and if Aesin was found in her bed, she would not be in a safe spot.

Leaning over the sleeping man, Lyrica slowly placed soft kisses across his shoulder and used one hand to sweep his long brown hair off to the side to reveal the side of his face. "Aesin… Aesin you must wake up." Lyrica said softly but loud enough that she hoped it would wake him gently. "You must leave before my ladies come to wake me." She said reluctantly while she used her hand to stroke the length of his back softly.

Diana;

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When Eli stepped closer, Diana almost wanted to step back. She felt like this was edging towards a fight and it wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want him to feel threatened by her, her magic or even her presence. It didn’t matter that his words hurt her, as if she hadn’t tried. It made a familiar ache flex in her bones, a feeling she thought she had lost and forgotten but the moment it surfaced, she remembered. “I tried,” Diana whispered. “Don’t tell me all of this as if I didn’t try.”

Diana’s eyes narrowed again as she looked across the remaining distance between them. “This isn’t my fault and you know it.” Memories of the last time she stood in Eli’s presence filled her. “You kissed me after…” she paused, remembering waking up in Eli’s bed that morning after they had spent the night together as much more than friends. “And said you’d see me later and then never showed up. You walked away from this, not me.” It was her turn to fuel the flames that were suddenly burning between them. “You walked away from us and for what?” she asked, longing to make him know how she felt. She meant every word she said at the lake but there was still this aching bitterness. “Twenty years is a long time to chase after someone who never once turned to see if you were still there.” Diana shook her head and closed her eyes. A fresh tear rolled from her right eye.

Taking small but deep breaths, Diana lifted her hands to her hair and smoothed back some of it behind her head. Her eyes looked over him and she tried to calm herself. A raw emotion flashed over her face, one stuck somewhere between regret and remorse. Then her eyes met his, sadness cluttering her vision as she tried her best not to shed any more tears. “Whatever this thing is inside of you, I won’t let it take you away from me again. I don’t care what you do. Even if it’s the last thing I do, damnitt. I’m not going to run just because you try to push me away. I ran for too long and I’m tired of running.” She said with a wavering voice.

“If you don’t want to trust me, fine. But that doesn’t change anything. You don’t deserve this life,” Diana insisted, moving her arm to the side and gesturing to the state of his room, as if it were a metaphor for who he was and what his life had become. “I know Elias Mercer is a good man and I know he is still inside of you. You think I would still believe that if any of this frightened me? Christ, Eli, I’m not a little girl anymore. You don’t need to protect me from anyone or anything so don’t try that bullshit with me. I told you before, I’ve waited too long to find you once and even this isn’t enough to send me running like when we were kids,” Diana insisted. Her lower lip trembled as her emotions threatened to fall.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be but she knew she couldn’t change the present but what she did know was that she felt determined, now more than ever, to help him. Maybe it was her way of making up not being able to save Matthew from his own death or maybe it was simply because even after twenty-years of searching, of crawling through the darkness to find him that made her feel so deeply determined to save him from all of this.

Braving the emotions that welled between them like fire, Diana walked closer until she was inches from him. She looked up into Eli’s eyes, her own softening. “The only promise I’m making is that I’m not going anywhere. You can choose to accept that or you can fight me on it. I don’t care but know this, I’ll find a way to set you free. I’ve killed… I’ve hurt people… I’ve lived a whole different life in a whole different world. You can underestimate me if that gives you peace, chalk it up to me being naive. I don’t know, but, I swear to all that is holy that I’m not leaving Madison this thing is gone.”

Claudia;

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It wasn't Leon's voice that struck her. No. It was the moment she felt his fingers against her spine. She couldn't help her eyes slipping shut and the quiet sigh she let out through her teeth. It took all of her might not to physically shudder. Immediately, Claudia was caught in a moment of weakness and she thought she might crumble but her exterior strength proved to be better than she hoped. Although, she had to force her eyes open so as not to appear to react. It was the only give away that she still longed for Death himself.

The softness of his voice that followed when speaking of Silas made her allay the hardness of her demeanor. That and the sudden absence of his warm touch on her own warm exterior made her weaken. It was like a fish needing water the way she needed him. However, this only led to him finding her chin with his other hand. This caused her softness to return to her demeanor. The way she couldn't stop herself from turning her head to him and glancing up into the captivating amber eyes that she loved so much.

The glowing flames of his eyes that she still sought out in the night. The eyes that she fell so deeply in love with.

Claudia wished she could stay angry. She wanted to be a force to be reckoned with. She was a damn mighty force. But there in Leon's hands, she was just putty. As if someone had taken a hammer and smashed the marble mold of a statue, she crumbled in his touch.

'Come home,' was all she wanted to say. She wanted to beg and plead with him to return to her bed, embrace her nightly and soothe her need for him. She wanted him to share the burden of being a parent with her and do all of the domestic things that she was taught from birth about being a mother and wife some day. But deep down, she knew that this would never happen. They weren't normal creatures and as much as she wanted a taste of normal, she knew it could never be that way and she needed to make peace with that.

But here she stood, looking up into fiery eyes that lit her soul alight that made her knees weak and her heart race with gusto. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest that the noise was deafening in her ears. It drowned out all exterior noise and for a moment, it was just them.

"He's your son too, Leon. You can see him whenever you wish. I'll never keep him from you," she promised softly. It was true. She could never bring herself to ever keep Silas from Leon. She knew first hand what it meant to keep a child from their parents and even though her father was a force of evil, Leon wasn't.

The bitter bite of disdain flooded her as her eyes burned with tears but she didn't allow their release.

"You left," she said quietly with only enough timbre for him to hear and the pain was clear from the sound. It only further confirmed that she was hurting. Her words were said factually to remind him that his being present like this would always be a thorn in her side. "What do you expect?" She sighed.

Bringing her hand up to rest on his wrist on the hand that cupped her chin between his fingers, she still kept her eyes on him. "I need to go," Claudia sighed. She had to practically pry his hand from her chin as much as she didn't want the moment to end because at least for a moment, he was with her.

"He should be awake if you wish to accompany me back," Claudia offered, hoping that he would take the offer. It would certainly get him out of this setting that she knew was dreadful to him. Leon often would whisk Claudia away whenever they attended any sort of event as a couple in an attempt to rid himself of being present to a room full of people that he didn't necessarily hate but certainly didn't care to entertain.

OC Ideas

— Face of an angel and the mind of a killer
(Summery) Knox Savoy is an undercover agent who has infiltrated the deeply rooted workings of the criminal underworld and has become a high ranking member of this world full of horrors. Knox has gotten himself in so deep into this world that he's not sure how he's going to make it out of it. It doesn't help that he's secretly harbored feelings for Ash Demir; the "Boss King's" daughter. Ash is the daughter of Demetri "Boss King" Demir, a famous criminal that is notorious for somehow evading any sort of capture, charges or blame for many well known and publicized crimes. Knox has also gotten the trust of the family he's worked for since coming into this world and has even befriended Ash's fiancée, Eren Lovejoy. Knox doesn't think Eren is good enough for Ash, knowing she deserves better and wanting to take Eren's place. However, because of his secret operation, he knows it can never work out.

That all changes one day and Ash reveals the truth about her feelings for Knox in an incredibly intimate way. While they are supposed to be entertaining guests for her father's 59th birthday, Ash and Knox find themselves in her father's office after someone spills wine on his shirt and Demetri tells him to find a spare in his office. It's there that he finds Ash, sitting at her father's desk with a card and a pen, pensively looking over the card. A friendly conversation turns tense and when Ash goes to leave, something comes over Knox, making him reach for her and force her back to him. It's then that the two secretly give into every urge and need they'd denied themselves of over the last year.

After that night, Ash tells Knox that what happened between them can never happen again. She's supposed to marry Eren and her father would never approve of a pairing between them. What Ash doesn't know either is that Knox is secretly married in his real life but because of his work, has made him estranged from his wife. Knox agrees and what is supposed to be a moment of relief, of definite closure, nothing feels finished for either of them.

(Lets Explore) I'd really like to start from the night of her father's party when they give in and go from there. I want to explore the tension of them forming a secret relationship, toxic elements that arise from this secret affair like jealousy and both of them doing things to make the other jealous, fights about wanting to give in and wanting to stop but being unable. There would be some "light" drug use, alcohol and partying themes alongside the sexual themes. I'd also like her to somehow find out who he is and confront him and that only add to the issues.

YC would be Knox and MC would be Ash.

This idea isn't definite and can be altered as needed and expanded upon. I'd honestly love to see what someone else can add to this story as it's become one I'm desperately craving! I'd love to write this with someone willing!

Please accept these gifs and this amazing song I've used for inspiration!

Fandom Ideas

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If you'd like to discuss anything I've listed above or think I might be a good fit to write with, please feel free to PM me! Even if there's something not listed above or you'd like to know if I might try something, feel free to reach out.

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Bump; Added "I Turned My Back On My Demons" - Really REALLY craving this one!

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Bump, Added "You Thought I Was Chosen" - This is a huge craving right now.

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Well... I'm back... after an entire year. Oops.

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Added GoT ideas! The ones in blue are the ones I'm really craving.

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Updated: 8/23/25 - One idea I'm looking for and added.