1x1 MxM - Long or Shorterm

[okur]

The Writer & Preferences

• Age: 25+, I require you be at least 20
• Experience: Writing for over a decade
• RP Interest: Male x male (mxm, m/), but may consider doubling to suit preferences
• Writing: Lit, third person paragraphs
• Prefer writing in private message. Not a fan of threads.

Looking for

• Story & Smut - Not looking for PWOP. I want it to get there naturally.
• I prefer playing submissive, playing against dom / switch characters
  
  
  • Please note this is from the perspective of bedroom (assuming that's the location) antics
• Character Chemistry is key - if they work together, the plot can always edit, change to suit them.
• NEW! I've come to learn I prefer when people play good natured characters. The roughness, degradation, it's all fantastic for smut scenes but being mean or evil to another human being has seriously been off-putting lately lol
• All characters must be 18+. 24+ is my preference.
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  Plot Premises
  (Plot nuggets can be added to the below: example BDSM, ABO, Vampires or Dhampirs)
  
  • Ancient Rome / Egypt - P1: YC and MC are separated by status. This does not stop their eventual attraction from one another. The concern is one wishes for equality, and the other can't fathom the thought when their statues just don't equate. We go from there.
  • Ancient Rome / Egypt - P2: YC is a solider who is seeking out a spy in the King's harem. This means he has to play the role of a harem slave. MC finds YC fascinating and seeks out his company on the compound, simply seeking to get to understand what he considers an anomaly. We go from there.
  • Mafia Boss x Undercover cop. Character 1 is ex military. He has a hard time fitting in post his installment and so he works to become a cop. He's approved and works undercover to get more information on a known drug ring. Character 2 is the drug ring leader, has a few mannerism differences and knows about his under cover cop friend. We go from there.
  • Toxic Relationship: YC and MC meet through either a date, or happenstance. They hit it off and perhaps are interacting for a month - 2 months. YC knows by now that MC has come out as gay and has been rejected by his family. He's couch surfing as tries to stabilize as he was kicked out with none of his belongings and he has to start from scratch. Post their interacting, YC makes the offer for MC to move in with him knowing he doesn't have connections or anywhere to go. YC starts to change once MC moves in. YC seeks to isolate and remove options from MC. Until then they have not been sexually active and there's a reason for that as YC sexual preferences are more dubcon related. It turns into free use where YC demands whenever they see fit. Major things are dubcon, or noncon, discomfort, pain, no-warning free use, etc.
  • ABO: I have a number of plots in put. Successful omega looking for an Alpha, an arranged marriage, a rut / heat service, etc.
  • Telling you the truth: MC and YC are long-term friends. They've known eachother from grade school and high school...but parted ways after that. They had different goals in life. About 5 years later, they meet again. Things have changed a bit and they're reconnecting. The thing is, YC has cared for MC most of their lives together and MC just hasn't noticed. He doesn't think that the caring he sees is anything more than his friend being a bestie. We go from there.
  • Risk for a moment: Dystopian setting. Being gay is punishable by law (newly or has always been - can be death or jail). If you do not fall into the norms posed upon you by the government, you will suffer the consequences. Character 1 and Character 2 care for each other. They throughout specific dates in the year meet at one another's home to spend blissful moments together in a way they wish they go every day. They make a point of not seeing eachother outside of their meet-ups for fear someone will see the secret feelings they hold for one another. (I was inspired by V for Vendetta so I'm thinking that kind of dystopia). There's a lot of different things we can do here to move the plot, happy to discuss.
  • Balance: MC is struggling financially. YC has means and is open to support MC. (I have no idea how this one will go so it's really a nugget, we can flush this one out. )
  • Father x Son's Best Friend: Moving to college, MC who has repressed himself due to the close-mindedness of the small inlet he's from. When he comes back to visit over break or some weekends, he looks noticeably different. Shy seeming and unsure, he spends the weekend at his friends and YC notices the difference.
  
  Plot Nuggets
  (Add-ons to the above, or for new plots)
  
  • DARK THEMES / ROMANCE / OTHER
  • Monster x Sacrifice
  • Stockholm elements
  • Psychopath elements
  • Serial Killer x victim
  • Vampire siring. Perhaps they were friends and one is turned, and turns the other? Perhaps one is a reincarnated lover and the vampire chooses to keep them.
  • A control freak and a partner that goes along with it
  • Two characters with the the same kind of baggage, they just don't know it yet.
  • Stalker/serial killer x victim
  • Psychopath x Unimpeded
  • D.I.D / split personalities
  • Psychiatrist x Patient
  • Tragic reincarnated lovers
  • Cuddle service
  • Happenstance meetings. Super corny. Did they bump into eachother waiting down the street and felt something? Did both take the train and one rested their end on the others shoulder? Did they get stuck in an elevator together?
  • Thorple / Threesome elements.
  • Alpha / Beta / Omega plots (I like the assumed status differences x3 )
  • Business Man x Photographer
  • Two non-human men who start out using the other only to realize they have feelings for eachother (pairings below to help with this one~)
  • A single dad meeting a younger man and the pair ending up realizing they're great for eachother
  • A control freak and a partner that goes along with it
  • Two characters with the the same kind of baggage, they just don't know it yet.
  • Arranged Marriage
  • Vampire Mafia Lord x Mix-human Hunter
  • Vampire x Vampire (Thoughts are grief based but can differ)
  • Vampire x Human
  • Vampire x Half Incubus / Half Human
  • Vampire doctor x sane mental patient who's seen a vampire (and is therefore not crazy)
  • Fated Pair: At 18 you get the eye color of your true love, only to wake up and find yourself staring at a red eye in the mirror for your mates true form.
  • Employer x Employee
  • Clerk at a store x customer
  • Downton Abbey Timeframe setups (Friend x Friend / Head Butler x Butler / Lord x Manservant)
  • Employee x Employee
  • Closeted Friend x Oblivious Friend
  • Military
  • Royalty
  • Phantom of the Opera
  • Demon / Shapeshifters
  • Stockholm syndrome elements
  • Poly relationships maybe?
  
  Thanks for your time!BDSM Test: BDSM Test: What kind of sexual deviant are you?

[okur]

My one bump for the month while I continue learning about the site! See you in May

[okur]

Bump! Feel free to message if you're looking for M x M and we can discuss what works for us both 

[okur]

Bump! Feel free to message if you're looking for M x M and we can discuss what works for us both

[okur]

Often times some smut filled junk food is preferred. 

My typical pace is a nice long plot with build and progression. 

On the other side of things, I look for RPs that get right into the fun. 

• My parameters are light: 
• All characters are 18+ No snuff or extreme violence 
• I'm looking to play the submissive character (the one that receives) 
• I CAN play a femboy/ sissy or male fully presenting for you 
• I CAN play multiple characters for you 

Some nuggets to inspire: Harem Step-dad Best friends dad Blackmail Sugar daddy Polyamory Arranged Marriage Breeding

[okur]

Dropping this here before bed - Killer Cop x Therapist

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From a young age, Jaden Ulliel had had two major interests. Art and other people. He had been a bit of a hellon growing up, a bit of the popular kid, a bit of the destructive type, one who would get into trouble and play innocent for it later on. Overall, he had been and still was rather good intentioned. As he had grown into his formative years, he had found himself lacking a poker face...and having an interest in other men. The result were some rather difficult high school years that had taken the sunny disposition from him and in its place had allowed him to better put a mask over his own thoughts and emotions. It was this growing talent that took him out of the realms of art and instead shifted his focus to his other interest - a rather adept proclivity for understanding others. Couple that with a sharp mind and the drive for education and at 27, Jaden was working on his Doctorate in Psychiatry in parallel with his growing practice. He offered a wealth of support in the realms of mental help, from the young to old, all professions and potential issues welcomed.

In the last few years, public services had taken more of an interest in him when he'd rather adeptly put together a profile that greatly aligned with a killer they were having trouble pegging. It was this skill that pulled him more into the mundane and sometimes dangerous support of working with public services. His reach went from completing assessments on officers, detectives, doctors, nurses, lawyers and the like to completing detailed profiles on killers with rather disturbing tendencies.

8 months ago, Jaden had been able to support the police in catching the clock killer; an innocent enough name for a man who dismembered his victims post mortem and arranged their bodies into a form of clock, the clock hands constructed with a series of appendages and at times organs. Each clock had a different time described. Many thought the times were a warning but Jaden had been able to surmise the deaths were symbolic to the killer...the clocks a tribute rather than some form of cruelty. This change in direction from the police, as well as a killer who had access to police records had found Jaden face to face with this man, who commended Jaden on his understanding. For seeing the beauty he was giving to wretched souls. Overall, it had been a terrifying experience for the young man. But those details were not publicly known. What was known was that Jaden had helped catch the clock killer. The rest of it was kept on a need to know basis, for really the law enforcement community and those who would benefit in constructing profiles like the one Jaden had put together in future.

Overall, Jaden had done well to keep his own fears and concerns out of the limelight. He had felt pity for a man who had wanted to be understood, no matter how deplorable their actions were. Didn't everyone want to be understood? Regardless, Jaden found himself favoring the lighter affair of his work. The force was more interesting than the killers. Jaden had always found there to be a fine line between the two. Those who dealt with death and destruction needed support too after all and he had educated himself in a manner to provide it.

These are thoughts that swirl through Jaden's head as he made his way back to the office. Gloved fingers of his left hand twirl about a set of car keys as his right brings a cup of steaming coffee to his lips, a tad sweeter than typically prepared. He stood in the elevator, the large '3' illuminated as he came back from the break he'd had penciled in between appointments. Jaden preferred his coffee and his sweets but had kept himself from purchasing any form of desert for his next case. He simply needed to cleanse himself for his next appointment.

His practice was down the hall to the right once the elevator doors opened and had four distinct rooms. The first, a waiting area where his secretary Diana sat. She was an older woman whom Jaden preferred, not a terrible gossip which he greatly appreciated. There was his office, a smaller room that allowed for strict case filing for the privacy sake of others, and two offices set up for his visits. His next attendant was a new cop who had discharged and killed a suspect. The death hadn't been warranted from what he could tell - rather, it could have gone there but the shot was fired too soon. He was being asked to check the man's mental health. Historically, he was an EMT who saved lives and so soon, he had found himself killing someone. Jaden could sympathize, finding that detail rather sad and hoping he was fairing well.

Overall, nothing too startling if you really thought of it. Jaden goes over the details as he gives Diana a wave at his return and he walks into his personal office, letting the coffee proceed as he puts it down on his rich wood oak and starts to divest himself of his coat, the charcoal grey that complimented his features. His coat is set aside and in his hands he takes both his coffee and case file into the waiting room. Though, he rethinks the coffee at the threshold of his office, peering down into the contents of his paper cup. It wasn't much, so he decides to down it and follow-up with a piece of gum between his lips, taking just the file as he walks to room 1.

Jaden typically dressed himself down at the office. Stuffy suits and dress shirts didn't make everyone comfortable, in particular his earlier patient of 15 years old who he felt had undiagnosed schizophrenia from the scenarios she murmured about in quiet with him. He wore black tailored pants and a black sweater that clung to his form. He had a lovely set of features and knew his looks were disarming. The room was a mix of soft tones and natural light, coupled with close quarters to allow for an intimate feel. Jaden sits himself down on the soft leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, a file in his lap he tentatively opens, letting his finger slide down the seam in the middle to complete one final read over about the contents of both the case and Mr. Roberts as he chewed on his gum. Grey eyes slide over the details on the aim of the shot. It was really the only thing that stood out to him as a twisted piece in the puzzle before him. It went right thorough the heart from what the autopsy revealed, which was rather interesting considering the aim that would require. After all, the ribs were in the way...and this man wasn't known for being a good shot. But then...everyone had a bit of luck to their aim once and awhile, didn't they? Jaden had used to hunt with friends, despite his lack of interest in firing a gun but even he had gotten off some lucky ones.

You're overthinking it. Jaden chastises himself, shaking his head. This was an open and closed conversation, he really didn't need to focus on such small things. This was a man who had made a mistake, he was assessing his mental health, that was all.

There's a knock on the door, one that has his eyes lifted as his secretary Diana peeks her head in, her studious look and demeanor making him smile. "Your next appointment, Mr. Alaire Robert is here to see you." Jaden nods, closing the file and putting it down on the table, standing and taking a tissue from the both of them set on said table as he does so.

"Yes, of course, let him in." He states as he brings the tissue to his lips, pressing the gum between them and quickly moving to drop it into the waste basket as Mr. Robert comes into view. His expression is indecipherable for a moment before grey eyes shine and a kind smile presses to his lips. "Mr. Robert, come have a seat." Jaden directs to the couch across from him, a match for his chair, closing the door as the man enters. He follows, and before they sit, Jaden reaches out to take his hand kindly. "I'm Jaden Ulliel, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

[okur]

Another drop~

The Dukeom of Landon was one of the older estates in Iresbane. There were many cities that littered the upper Earthen path, littered with treasures due to strong merchant ties. For the Landon's, old money was King as it allowed them rich lands, homes, and a wealth of servants. Generational wealth had a way of spoiling a family rotten and the Duke Landon allowed his entitlements to expand his greed. His wife, a woman 7 years younger than him had spent nearly a decade being in different stages of pregnancy. He had 3 sons and 5 daughters, Mikel Landon being the youngest of the group. Many children met many to entertain and grow; each child taking on different levels of interest. With so many children, there were often favorites. The siblings were a mesh of both parents but Mikel had a knack to look the most like his mother. The same curls, the same dark brown locks and icy blue grey eyes. It resulted in favoritism from his father that as he grew irritated his mother so. After all, Mikel was a picture of youth and far more lean than his brothers. He was supple in all the places a man often was not, sporting a trim waist and a rather shapely backside. It wasn't always on display, the boy now a young man wearing starched dress pants and shirts of his station, but it was definitely noticeable.

Adorned in black and silver's, the colors of the Landon home, Mikel could be found on his horse Valley, a Mare given to him as a boy. She was a true Grulla, a grey solid shade with a black mane that complimented Mikel's own colors. He loved the horse and road with her often, yet another thing that irked his mother. After all, were she not also entitled to a horse of such coloring? It was known a ill woman could be jealous of her daughters, but Mikel's affection from his father is what incurred it.

It was this perfect storm of a situation that led to what happened next.

The Landon's were known for their cunning in real estate and taxes. As the area had expanded and merchantry became a more lucrative business, the family sought ways to expand into what made the most money. After all, though they had much property, land was finite and the treasures from over seas seemed endless. Mikel himself being the youngest was still spoiled beyond his rights, his father's only expectations for him being keeping educated in reading and writing and staying presentable to the family.

It was his brothers with his father who sought to make dealings through written word to men they had not met in person. The ships sailed and what was meant to bring them silks and wines came with moth ridden some par products and drink so poor it was near acidic.

Usually, this could be a feat to swipe under the rug; they had the wealth. Only, this had been a joint venture, one taken with Xanek Xanadeu himself. His reputation was of being a recluse, a tyrant in dealings and just generally not being the nicest man. Landon had taken the deal based on Xanek Xanadeu's known efficient. He had made on his promise, all ships had docked on time as expected, but the products which were under Landon's name had failed.

There was a risk to reputation here and money would not be enough. It would quell the damage, of course, but if Xanek Xanadeu spoke of it, it would ruin the Landon name. And that was unacceptable.

Duke Landon had considered many things to give him. Land, gems, jewelry, oddities, animals if he wanted them. But it was his wife's whispers of offering a child to him that won out. At first, the Duke was distraught at the idea. His lovely daughters deserved marriage and he doubted Xanek Xanadeu would give it to them. It's there like a sweet promise that she murmurs giving her Mikel, a loyal boy, a pretty boy, as an offering of good faith. It is accepted, and to Mikel, he's only told this;

"You will live with Xanek Xanadeu now. You will do as he says as we are beholden to him and you are a loyal son."
Mikel was loyal to his father and family and so he had left, though did share his displeasure at the idea of leaving his sweet Valley behind. Surely, he could have his mare with him, no?

~

The day of passage is short and when he's brought to the home, he finds himself oddly being taken to the baths. It's bewildering as he's dressed down and attended to by a select of maids, which wash ever inch of him and...shave him down. It causes a bit of a flush to him at the idea, one simply offering an excuse that it was customary.

Once the deed is done, and he's adorned in the Xanadeu family colours does Mikel later learn this to be a life. He's taken to a grand roomings where a harp plays and Xanek Xanadeu himself stands in the room. Mikel considers him, the clothing the young man has been given is tight to his frame, his lips cupid bow and slightly parted with a frown to his face when he sees the man dressed with chest exposed and curls of dark hair telling him he'd been duped. Why had been shaved then?

"Tsk. You are late in your arriving–and I am not the man that is to be kept to wait. You will come; you will sit. And you–Iselda, Farul–you will leave us; we will be needing our privacy for this first meeting-of-the-minds."

Mikel is a smart young thing and his father's guidance keeps him respectful, though his brows due knit. "...I apologize." He offers, grey eyes holding brown. "I was in the bathes." It was that requirement that made him late.

Mikel watches the servants go, the young man walking into the room and doing as instructed. The clothing suits him, tight in all the right places, the sleeves long, elongating his hands. He reaches out to tug a chair back his eyes considering the feast before them. It's been a long time since he's been expected to adorn his own plate with food, but he seeks to compile, sitting up, back straight, looking over at the rather tall man, one that dwarfs Mikel at his height of 5"8.

Mikel does not sit, rather, he waits for the man to move forward, prepared to offer a hand in a shake, seeking him as a form of equal based on his father's guidance, keeping to proper business like terms, not understanding the gravity of his situation. "You have a lovely home." He comments, seeking out pleasantries.