[M4F] Longterm partner for hardboiled detective mystery! Literate, story focused, Discord preferred

**DISCLAIMER: I have done some roleplaying here but nothing like this story. I’m 100% open to discussing if it should be 1st or 3rd person, GM vs collaborative, etc. etc.
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4:50 PM. Another Friday, another week of half assed work in the can. No, no, not half assed - I can’t claim that. I’m just washed up. Once a solo force that stayed 10 moves ahead of the LAPD themselves, now just a keyhole peeper like the rest of PIs in this one horse town. I could full ass and more but still not hack it these days.

Like that dame that came in Monday, chirpin’ some song about a missing necklace and corrupt postman that stole it. The Eddy of five years ago coulda sniffed that double bluff from across the mountains, but this week’s Eddy? This week’s Eddy got duped one way, stiffed another, and rolled out into the trash like yesterday’s papers.

It’s not like I made it hard on em either. Even if a rat came into this office, he’d case the joint for 15 seconds and run. “A cluttered desk is a cluttered mind,” right? They never tell you what a desk with a half inch of nicotine buildup from years of unchecked cigars means, what that ink stain sprawling across the once immaculate mahogany top suggests… shit, “empty bourbon bottles are an empty mind,” is more like it.

“Why the shit did I move to Frederick anyways?” I mutter to myself as I overfill another tumbler with whiskey and leaf to the Help Wanted section of the Frederick Daily Journal. Not that I’d get work, but sometimes it’s nice to pretend others are worse off than me. I lean back in my creaky faux oak chair and put the glass to my lips, the liquid giving me that all too familiar burn as it runs down my ton- *knock, knock*.

I nearly empty my glass onto the front of my shirt. Christ I’m slipping, I didn’t even hear the stairwell door close. I lower the paper and see the silhouette of a young woman, clearly visible behind the chipped and scratched letters that used to say “Eddy Drake, PI” in my heyday.

“It’s unlocked…”
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Hey! I’m looking for a longterm partner that’s interested in writing a detective tale inspired by The Maltese Falcon, Double Indemnity, Dial M for Murder, etc. with me. I’m very into world building, and would like someone that enjoys sending long messages with a focus on “story that includes smut” over “smut that’s loosely threaded together with a paragraph.”

I have no particular preference for 1st/3rd person, or past/present tense, but would love to discuss which would be the best vehicle for story delivery. (I’m expecting at least the detective, a femme fatale, and a true victim as main characters.)

As for the crime and things, I’m 100% open for suggestions. I have an idea, but let me know yours! Really the only set in stone things are the time period, attitude, and inclusion of a mystery.

If you’re into something longterm and are okay taking some missteps as we get on the right path hmu! Hope to hear from you soon

DISCORD: QuackAttackDPP

KINKS (none are mandatory, some probably wouldn’t even fit): Outfit control, lingerie, facials, blowjobs, (being) seduced, cum play, tits, taboo, public risk, light Dom (ropes, handcuffs, collars, slapping, etc.), and more

LIMITS: Toilet, blood, animals, monsters, violence, sub male