GrimmWriter's Hall of Requests (M LF F for MxF, FxF and Futa xF)

[GrimmWriter]

Introduction:

Hi!

I'm GrimmWriter and I have been writing my whole life and have been RPing for almost as long. I enjoy writing longer stories with slightly slower build up with a focus on plot over pure smut but I do enjoy writing it, I just prefer substance to most relationships in my stories. My posts tend to be on the longer side, depending on the needs of the scene in question. I value communication above all else with my partner. I am fairly open to change and enjoy crafting unique worlds with my partners. My strengths rely more on original creations over established characters from other creators. However, I do enjoy writing in established worlds (for example, Star Wars, D&D, Marvel, D.C.)

With respect, I'm only looking for female partners at this time. I am not looking for fellow lord partners.

The plots I post are only suggestions and I am open to different ideas if you think it might fit my style. If any of my ideas catch your interest—or if you have a concept you think would work—feel free to PM me anytime!

I typically write between 900-1200 word posts and prefer someone who likes writing in detail, with the exception for the scenes in question. I know that some scenes require shorter posts for dialog and combat. I put a lot of effort into my writing and want someone who will do the same.

I am ok playing Male, Female and NB characters as long as the pairing is with another female character. I prefer NB characters that present female and have both reproductive organs but am open to switch it up.

Also, please feel free to check my On/Offs link.


General Fandoms:

Here are a few of my fandoms, but far from all...

Star Wars
Gundam
Marvel
D.C.
D&D
Warhammer 40k
Cyberpunk (general setting overall) Craving!
Dark Fantasy (general setting overall)
Small Harems (consisting of no more than four characters, including my character) Craving!
Incest
Mecha Craving!
Fantasy Wild West/Steampunk Craving!
Dark Fantasy Military Academy
Dark Fantasy Magic Academy (Not like HP) Craving!
Low Fantasy
Digimon Craving!

Potential Plots:

Dark Fantasy Magic Academy


The academy is no sanctuary, it's a battleground. Those who enter do so knowing that only a fraction will leave as more than corpses or hollowed-out failures. Magic is not taught with kindness but forged through suffering, torn from those too weak to wield it properly. The trials are relentless, the lessons brutal, and the price of power is often more than one is willing to pay. A newly arrived batch of students find themselves bound by circumstance, forced to rely on one another in a place where alliances are as dangerous as enemies. As they navigate treacherous instructors, rival students, and rituals that demand more than just skill, they begin to unravel the academy’s deepest secrets, secrets that could either grant them the strength to survive or drag them into the abyss. In a place where failure means death, trust is a gamble, and ambition is the sharpest blade of all.

Side note, I would like to try a brother/sister or sister/sister aspect to this plot idea but I am ok with going with a more standard relationship.

Teardrops In A Neon World



(Concept)
The city never sleeps, but it sure as hell rots. Neon lights flicker through the acid rain, casting a sickly glow over streets choked with corruption, where megacorporations own the law and crime festers in the cracks they leave behind. Justice is a dying concept, replaced by enforcement, swift and absolute.

One of them is the law. A relentless officer with the authority to judge, sentence, and execute on the spot. No trials. No second chances. Just a loaded gun and the rule of the streets. The other? A survivor of the system’s worst excesses, hardened, cunning, and tangled in something far bigger than they ever intended. When a string of brutal murders disrupts the fragile balance of power in the city, the two are forced into an uneasy alliance. The deeper they dig, the clearer it becomes that this isn’t just another gang war or corporate cover-up. Someone is rewriting the rules of the game, and if they don’t figure out who’s pulling the strings, they’ll be nothing more than the next bodies left in the gutter.

In a world where loyalty is a commodity and trust gets you killed, they’ll have to decide: enforce the law, break it, or burn it all down.

Side note, I have been craving this idea for a while. I really want to play a Judge Dredd style character set in a cyberpunk noir setting.

Submit To Me (Deeply craving)
Dark/Low Fantasy (exclusively Futa x F) (Warning: contains early Non Con/Dub con)


(Concept)
In the wilds it is rumored there are tribes of women warriors. Some have called them "Amazons' but among their own they are called the Seekers. What they are seeking and why is unknown. They are taller and more powerfully built than average women and are considered extremely dangerous. They do not tolerate outsiders and men are treated with outright hostility. Every year, maidens pure in virtue and have not bedded a man have been abducted from villages within close proximity to the wilds. It is said they never return. What need these people have for them is unknown, just as it is unknown how they sustain their population being a warrior society of strictly only women.

(Plot)
A young woman (either a priestess or some kind of woman considered by pure by her community) is gathering herbs or praying at the far edge of her village when she is set upon by wolves. She desperately runs for safety but is soon gets turned around and lost. She runs further into the forest until she truly lost. Just as all seems lost, a fierce, tall and well toned woman with vibrant red hair and a wearing form fitting leather armor appears as if magic and fights off the wolves saving the young woman. Her relief at being saved is short lived when the young Seeker binds her and takes her deeper into the forest. There she is brought to a hidden village of the Seekers. The town begins to celebrate at her arrival and soon a ritual is held. The young woman is taken to the center of the village where he "Rescuer" is waiting. The Seeker woman disrobes and then forcibly disrobes the young villager. She quickly discovers that these women have both male and female reproductive organs. She is mounted and her virtue is sullied in front of the whole village.
Once the act is over, she has become a bonded mate of the Seeker.

(Notes)
I normally don't do non-con stories but this concept has been sitting in the back of my mind for a while and I really would like to try it. This would be a longer story that starts off with animosity between my OC (The Seeker woman) and the young villager woman. It would take elements from the Stockholm syndrome concept but as they spend more time together they learn to rely on each other and form a genuine bond of love. They will go on adventures and I like the idea of them forming a new tribe, offering opportunities with different characters.

Non con/Dub con elements would be mostly early on until their bond is formed. But some kinks involving rough sex, lots of semen, Non/Dub con, Breast play, breeding (not required), multiple partners (situational) among a few. Please refer to my On/Offs for what I might or might not be into.


Silver Marshals
(MxF, Incest)

 

(Concept)
In an alternate timeline to our own, the taming of the United States Of America was a far different time from our own. Monsters stalk the land and the expansion of the country to the further west has been a slow affair. Only the select few have taken it upon themselves to tame the land and rid of the monsters that hunt man.

The year is 1880. The war between the elf tribes had been a brutal and bloody conflict, leaving countless dead on both sides. In the end, neither faction could claim victory, and the war ground to a stalemate. Defeated in spirit, the remaining elf tribes were forced to retreat further north, relinquishing their hold on the western lands—territory now overrun by monstrous creatures.

Meanwhile, humanity’s technological progress had taken an unusual turn. Magic, a relatively new discovery, had rapidly advanced, bypassing much of the industrial revolution and leading to a period of technological stagnation, except in one crucial area: weaponry. Firearms had already changed the face of warfare, and with the incorporation of magic, they became even deadlier. As mages rose to prominence, so too did enchanted gunsmiths, crafting weapons that blended sorcery with steel.

Out of this new frontier emerged the Silver Marshals, men and women sanctioned by the government to bring order to the lands won through blood and conquest. Tasked with taming the lawless wilderness, they stood as both enforcers and executioners, wielding weapons infused with magic to face threats both human and inhuman.

A pair of relatively new hunters have earned their badges as Silver Marshalls. They have been tasked with a large area to bring under control. This brother and sister duo will have to use every skill in the book and even make up some new ones and most importantly, rely on each other, if they are going to save the innocent civilians trying to make a life in these new harsh lands.


Digimon: Decent of Angels (MxF) (Deeply Craving) Concept on hold
(Light human solo category)



(Concept)
Thirty years ago the Digital and "real" world collided forming a whole new world. Humans and Digimon were forced to exist in this new world. For a time there was a tenuous peace that formed. Sadly, this did not last long. Many humans feared Digimon for they possessed powers and abilities that no human could hope to match. This resulted in humanity developing means to take control of Digimon and forced them to fight their own kind with devices known as Digivices. These tools would force Digimon to bond to humans who possessed one and then could force them to digivolve or de-digivolve as they saw fit.

This caused a war between humans and Digimon that caused a major fracture and then it was humans and Digimon fighting against other humans and Digimon. The war cost countless lives of both the guilty and the innocent. In the aftermath, the knowledge to make Digivices had been lost and many were lost or destroyed. Now, a fraction of Digivices still remain and those that do, belong to the most powerful and most dangerous men and women of the world. Each carving out an empire of their own.

Humanity and Digimon now keep each other at arms length. Both sides fearing what the other is capable of. Humanity has retreated to the "Kingdoms" made by those who possess Digivices while Digimon have kept mostly to the wilds with a few exceptions. Every few years one Kingdom will find a reason to raid or war with another, causing untold levels of destruction and hardship.

These wars have caused the rise of a rebellion among Digimon and those sympathetic to the plight of Digimon. The rebellion was lead by the only know Angemon and Angewomon seen since earth and the digital world fused. The two fought a desperate battle for freedom from the tyranny of humans possessing Digivices and wanting to usher in a new world where Digimon and humanity could coexist.

One night, the lord of the city known as Datadark sent assassin Digimon to eliminate the leaders of this rebellion. They succeeded, but not before Angemon and Angewomon used their powers to bind to a pair of humans who had fought along side them in the rebellion. Now, the two rebel humans carry on the legacy of their former friends and leaders.

(How it works)
The human hosts can invoke the power of their former friends. When they do, they change form and become Angemon and Angewomon, retaining their own thoughts and memories but now taking the form and powers of the Digimon. As the story develops they can further digivolve to different forms (so long as it keeps along the angel aesthetic) however, if our characters are defeated in battle or use up a lot of energy in an attack, its possible to revert back to their human forms. They can also return to their human forms at will but Digivolving takes an enormous amount of energy and is very difficult to return to their Digimon forms without waiting several hours to recover. They can not De-Digivolve past their Angewomon and Angemon forms. They simply revert to their human forms.

(What I am looking for)
I am looking for something that starts off as the humans being friends who have feelings for each other but are afraid to admit them but as they spend time in their Digimon forms, fighting and struggling together, they begin to feel a connection that develops eventually into true love. The story will be an even balance of combat and plot/romance.

[GrimmWriter]

Monthly bump. Added new story options. 

[GrimmWriter]

Monthly post bump and added sample intro for Submit To Me story and a Digimon story option.

This is a sample intro for Submit To Me story. I can modify or write a different intro as needed.



Tonight was the night. She had spent her entire life preparing for this moment. Her body had been honed into a weapon, her mind sharpened to think like a future chief of her clan. Failure was not an option—if she faltered, there would be no path forward except to take her own life. Only the perfect choice would suffice, a decision she had labored over for countless hours. For months, she had studied the small village, watching and waiting. Though no warrior there could rival her, Sonnet was not one to act recklessly.

The young woman held a small stone in her hand, its surface etched with a rune. A slight chill clung to it, the dampness refusing to fade no matter how long she gripped it. It had been carved by the clan’s shaman, a rare gift imbued with magic—dangerous, unpredictable, and not given lightly. She had earned it through strength, a prize bestowed upon her by the chief after she slew the great beast that had been preying on her people.

The village was slumbering at this point. Even the tavern had long since closed. Only a single guard remained on watch, stationed in a small tower at the village’s edge. The tower stood in a clearing, a hundred feet from the border of the ancient forest Sonnet called home. The villagers rarely dared to venture into those shadowed woods, keeping a sentry posted to warn of any creatures that might emerge from the depths. But Sonnet had no fear of anything that lurked so close to human civilization. She was a Seeker. Seekers feared little, and when they did, it was only because the fear had been rightfully earned.

Sonnet did not move forward yet. If the guard spotted her, he would sound the alarm. A large metal gong occupied much of the small tower, capable of rousing the entire village with just a few strikes. But she had prepared for this moment. The moon was in its dark phase, leaving only the stars and the evenly spaced torches to provide illumination.

She lifted the stone to her lips and whispered the activating phrase. At once, it grew colder and slicker in her palm, beads of water seeping from its surface as the rune etched into it began to glow with a soft blue light. Taking a steady breath, she exhaled over the stone.

Fog began to form. Wisps at first, then thick tendrils curling outward. It expanded in every direction, a dense veil spilling from the stone’s magic. Within moments, the edge of the forest was swallowed in a heavy shroud of mist. As she moved, the fog moved with her, trailing like a living shadow. Her form perfectly obscured.

Sonnet took a deep breath and stepped out of the forest into the clearing. The tower was barely visible, shrouded in the thick fog—only the faint glow of the torches at its base remained, flickering like distant embers. Yet she felt no disorientation. She had memorized her path, every step committed to memory. There was little risk of losing her way.

She had chosen her prey long ago. From the cover of the forest, she had watched, studying each villager, searching for the perfect one. Her target had just reached womanhood—pure and untouched, despite the many males who had sought her favor.

Sonnet had to bite back her anger at the thought of them vying for her prey’s attention. She was a Seeker, a warrior of an Amazonian clan. Her kind resembled humans in nearly every way, yet they were taller, their bodies built stronger, with denser muscles and bones. Unlike humans, they bore only daughters.

Scholars debated whether the Seekers were truly human, though they were capable of breeding with them. But males were of no value to her people—unnecessary, unwanted. In the eyes of the Seekers, they were the true evolution of humankind.

Sonnet moved through the village with cautious precision. The fog cloaked her presence, though there were few prying eyes to begin with. Her chosen maiden lived near the outskirts, making her approach all the easier.

The small cottage was soon swallowed by the swirling mist, its edges blurred by the magic emanating from the stone. Now was the time to strike. Like a wraith, she slipped soundlessly through an open window, left ajar to invite the cool breath of early summer.

A man and a woman lay asleep in the bed of the room she had entered. Her parents, Sonnet mused. A small part of her was tempted to snuff their lives out here and now to prevent any attempts at rescuing their daughter, but Sonnet quickly dismissed the idea. There was no chance they would be able to track her once she entered the forest.

Silently and cautiously, the young woman crept around the sleeping couple and went into the next room. The cottage was thankfully small and there was only one other room besides the living room. As quietly as possible, Sonnet open the door to the other bedroom. That was when the whole plan went to shit.

The young woman she had chosen was not asleep as she had expected. She was reading a book in the faint light of a candle next to her bed. She looked up from her book after hearing her door open. And then she screamed at the sight of the tall, red maned amazonian warrior woman.

"Fuck" she managed to say before all hell broke loose.

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