Open request For a plotline. .(MxF, FxF pairing)

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If you have an interest in any of the stories feel free to pm me, even if the stories are in progress, I am normally open to working on them because no two people have the same perspective about the same idea.

Party Favors

A couple of coworkers get together one night and start tossing back a few drinks, work has been hell. Deadlines were getting pushed forward, contract negotiations were falling apart, and too put the icing on the cake, the owner was going through a very messy divorce and making everyone's life hell. What started as some social drinking soon turned to a drunken night on the town, it was the weekend and hell came with a punch clock and a two-day reprieve.


They had finally made their way to the last bar of the night, and emotions were all over the place as the group of young adults settled on ending the night with some of their favorite college drinking games. After a few more rounds cabs were called and two are finally left to get each other home after taking care of the tab, punishment for losing the last game of the night.

That is the setup.

So there are a few ways I was hoping to play this one.


1. Money game: One of the characters is an intern and the other a senior member. The intern is a bit tight on cash, and the night has not made their situation any better, what starts as harmless joking about sexual favors for cash, becomes a requiring theme as the amount of money grows so does the sexual request.


Light - HC Bondage, Humiliation, Public scenes.


2. Obsession: One thing leads to another, and mistakes are made. What was supposed to be one-night stands, never to mention again; results into being a sexual experience that one of the two can't let go. To take control of the situations the tactics of blackmail are used.


Light - HC Bondage, Blackmail, Dom/Sub


3. The Kiss: As the night continues to settle down into a quiet bliss of things that happened, the two seem to find they have a bit more in common than they thought. What was started as a kind gesture ends with a kiss, but work relationship isn't allowed but the kiss was amazing in the idea of being with each other doesn't seem so far fetched, can they make their way to a relationship and maintain keeping their jobs.


Romance


Gifts of War

MC and YC have been arranged to be married, a bit of resent is felt towards each other as the war had just come to an end only a few weeks ago. MC is a General of the Army, who is being hogtied into the engagement to protect his troops. YC is more like a sacrificial lamb being sent off by the council's vote to make room for your cousin to be next in line to rule. The relationship between the two will start-off rocky neither seeing eye to eye with each other or looking to understand each other.

That is the Setup

I would like to explore this idea as two different races maybe vampires and elves... or human and ?...
The sample I am using follows the guides of what I was hoping for, and could easily be changed around to fit the needs of the plot.

Sample Idea

“General Cross, be reasonable.”

“Reasonable you say? And why should I do that?”

A young man slowly allowed his hand to bring a cigarette to his lips as he took a long deep pull before blowing the smoke out into the man's face that sat before him. His free hand slowly moved to drum his fingertips across the wooden desk as he allowed his eyes to slowly move back towards the window. The sky was slightly darkened by the hint of rain as he slowly brought his attention back into his office. He carelessly reclined his seat backward to show his lack of interest in anything these men had come to discuss with him.

“It was part of the treaty; you have to take an elven woman as your wife. The king of their nation would not be happy with anyone of lesser stature. You proved to be a glorious warrior, one that their people could respect and freely welcome to walk amongst their kind with a royal lady attached, it is a great honor to…”

“To whom?”

The man slowly stood up as his seat was force back revealing his dark gray and black uniform, with a blue sash that draped across his chest. His medals that lined his jacket, showed his rank as General, as the emblem that garnished is right shoulder spoke of his Iconic status as a Hero of The Capital Vermont.  The look Alexander Cross gave the attendant of the king was nothing short of pure discussed as he continued to loudly reject the king’s ‘gift.’

“To whom would this kind of gift be an honor to? Surely Lord Grieves jests. For me to stain my beliefs, honor, and estate with an Elven wife is surely a joke, that I am waiting for the punchline for.”

“General Cross, I can’t see how you don’t see the honor and dignity the king offers with such a luxurious reward.”

A dark chuckle began to escape from Alexander’s lips as he slowly used his free hand to cover his mouth before forcing his hand back through his long black hair as he tried to calm himself at the man’s words. His dark silvers eyes slowly locked onto the Attendance’s as he begins to speak in a tone that was filled with chuckles that turned deadly.

“Dignity you say…” Laughter filled his words.  “That is something reserved for a scholar…” The laughter in his voice begins to lighten. “I have never been described as a creature with dignity.” By the time he spoke the last word, the laughter had completely died away. “A Wolf in sheep’s clothing, a hunter. Predator, a demon bent on returning to hell, and as you elites like to call me, a Dog of the Military. None of those titles has ever been accompanied by the word Dignity. So you can shove your fake kindness back into the box with the ideals of me willing and happily prancing around town with an Elven woman in-tow.”

The room grew silent as the attendant looked Alexander squarely in the eyes before slowly shifting in his seat as if he was preparing to go another round of verbal sparring.  The man slowly raised his cup of coffee to his lips as he spoke in a tone that said the decision had already been made.

“Well General Cross, I’m sorry you feel this way so strongly, but there is little that can be done now. She is already in route, the documents have been signed and sealed. You will have an Elven wife, whether you like it or not.”

Alexander slowly allowed his head to tilt to the side as he smiled wickedly.

“You bring an Elven woman into my estate, and you better have a grave and body bag for her by the morning.”

“You would dare!”

“I wouldn’t? What could you or the king possibly do to me that hasn’t already been done?”

Alexander slowly peeled open his jacket to his uniform to reveal the scars of war.

“What could you possibly take from me that the war hasn’t already claimed? My children… my wife… siblings… parents… My land, take it, my hands are covered into much blood to nurture it. The estate is nothing more than a big house full of memories I wish to forget. My freedom, the army stole that away from me at the age of fourteen. It sounds to me that you are offering me paradise, four meals a week, some solitude, and a place to rest my weary body, is more then I was ever offered as a solider.”

The attendant slowly placed his cup of coffee down as he watched Alexander take the final pull from his cigarette before crushing it into a bowl full of buds and ash. He slowly unfolded his legs as he stood up and dusted his jacket off.

“We wouldn’t dare do that to you. After all, you’ve accomplished as a great warrior that would simply be blasphemy. No, you’ve done a fine job as a soldier, and I’m sure you’ve trained your men well, but I do wonder how they would fair without you at the helm. I mean after fifteen years as a soldier, you deserve a good rest. No need for you to risk life and limb for a country you’ve served so well. What can I say… But as you know there is more land to claim, and more need to expand…. Good day, General Cross.”

Alexander slowly watched as the man turned to leave as he raised his hand to called out to stop him.

“Wait… tell me about this woman.”

“Ask her yourself… Her carriage should be arriving at any moment from now.”

Alexander's eyes were drawn to the window as the sound of horses approaching could be heard in the distance. He slowly moved to the window as he looked down onto the front courtyard to see the carriage being pulled around to his front door. His eyes studied the men that rode upon the top of the carriage as they began to unload bags and hand them off to the servants of the estate.

“Shall We?”

Alexander’s eyes were slowly drawn back to the attendant as he moved towards the door that would lead out of the office. Alexander slowly followed as his eyes fell upon the long hallways that lead to the main stairway which ended at the main door. He listened as the attendant spoke about a seal of limitations that had been placed on the woman’s leg to prevent her from using her full power.  Alexander was half-listening by the time he reached the front door, but he heard something along the lines of an amulet of protection that only he as her husband could remove, something along the lines of traditions of her people.

“About that seal?”

“Completely out of your control, she is still considered a threat so she won’t be allowed to use any type of magic above level one. If you wish, you could always place a formal request to have it weakened, but the fact of the matter is. Her nation’s people are the ones that set the guidelines for it. ”

“I see, and the amulet?”

“I’m not exactly sure about that one, from what I gather it works like a chastity belt, or more along the lines, pregnancy prevention. I’m sure it something you two can talk about as you get to know each other.”

Alexander quietly stood at the front door as he allowed his eyes to look over the grounds. From the front to the back ran a large fence that stood about two stores high made of stone pillars and black steel rods. The grass was well-maintained thanks to the servants and the tall brick house was fit for a large family to live peacefully in. Off near the back far end of the estate was a small home just big enough for the three servants and one maid that lived on site.

“By all means, General Cross try to play nice for the next few weeks, Ambassadors from her nation will come by to check on her living situation.”

“Understood…”

Alexander slowly moved to the carriage as he opened the door and extended a hand out to the elven woman as he introduced himself.

“General Cross, but please call me Alexander.”

Gold Rush: The Tales of Two Guns

The story follows MC, an unknown outlaw, with a partner who is off his rocker. The two of them stumble into a small town where the sheriff is just a crooked as the day is long. MC takes up logging in a Bar//Inn that YC is the owner of. While they don’t see eye to eye on most subjects, YC feels a bit indebted after MC stops one the local gangs from strong-arming her into paying for protection. This is the only the beginning of their troubles as one of the wells the town has been digging has produced liquid gold or more commonly known as oil, and this draws the attention of even greater oppressors.

Inspiration

A Dragon's Protection
MC is a warrior who has been blessed by a Dragon, for the sole purpose of protecting YC. The story is based on a fantasy theme, where your character (a princess, young mage, female knight, etc) has favor with a dragon. Maybe your character is the child of the dragon, or maybe you are a reincarnation, who knows the reasons this dragon wishes to protect YC could be endless. 

Sample

Seth allowed his eyes to study the small fragments of lights that broke through the tops of the trees, as he felt his shallow breath slowly slipping away from him. A deep shiver covered his body as he wondered if this was how he was going to end his life, bleeding out in the riverbank of a war he wanted no parts of. His sword was broken, his bow lost, and the only thing at his ready was a knife that his kid brother gave him as a good luck charm. Seth slowly rolls over as he tries to force himself up, his body is weak and aches all over. The only thing that is pushing him forward now is the thoughts of seeing her again, Helen, the dreamy-eyed singer that shook his soul at its core.

His footsteps seem heavy, unbalanced, as he stumbles farther ahead. The sounds of his dragging feet in the water is loud and sloppy, it wasn't like there was an honor in killing a dead man. The enemy troops had left him to die days ago, if it hadn't been for his medical training, he probably would have, but that was neither here nor there for him in these final moments. He slowly reaches a small clearing as he falls into the base of a large tree. His body unwilling to go on as the sounds of a large animal's breathing fills his ears. A spiteful chuckle slowly leaves Seth's lips as irony finally reels its head into his demise.

Seth carefully tightens his grip around the hilt of the small blade as he prepares himself to do combat one final time. He slowly forces himself upward as he pushes himself off of the tree, as he looks out into the clearing. The sounds of the heavy breathing are loud and haunting as he looks left to right and slowly spins in an unsteady circle. His free hand latches to his wound that draining him of life as his foggy eyes begin to fade. Seth fights with his body as he demands for a few more seconds of life. The breathing soon turns into inaudible sounds as Seth slowly raises his eyes to meet that out a large dragon's.

"You there boy, who clings to life like a child to a mother. Bow to me and do my bidding and I shall spare you of the faith in which you are cursed."

Unable to stand a second longer Seth slowly falls to his knees as he looks upon the dragon who spoke at him. He allowed his eyes to slowly fall towards the ground as he felt his body grow even heavier than before. "I accept." The words would slowly slip across his lips as his body finally fell slump, and crashed into the earth beneath him. Darkness, his mind was filled with darkness as a sudden warmth seemed to find his body once more. A deep gasp of air would find his lungs as Seth jerked from the ground and slowly began to back away. It was now nightfall, but everything around himself seemed so bright as if he could see it's aura. "Dragon?" He called out, "I can feel you near me so why won't you answer me?"

"What is it, boy?"

"Last we spoke, you said you would spare my life, if I did your bidding, what would that be?"

"I due time, she will come, and you will protect. For now, sleep and allow my blood to do its work and heal your wounds, it will take time for you to grow a custom to the blessing I've bestowed upon you."

Seth slowly moved towards the river as he looks down into it and catches a clear reflection of himself in it. His once shady brown hair was now jet black, long, and as smooth as silk. His copper-colored eyes were now an icy blue and seemed to glow in an ominous tone. He felt stronger than before, stronger than has ever felt in his life, he slowly lifts his shirt to take a glance at the wound as he finds that not a single scar on his body remains and the gash that once claimed his life was gone. His rather flat and muscles less body, now had tone and depth as if it had been sculpted by the gods himself. He slowly leaned down as he cupped his hand and took a sip of water, before slowly returning to the river bank and pressing his back into the tree. "Dragon one final question for the night and I will leave you be... What should I call you?" Seth slowly allowed his eyes to flow over the land before him as he waited for his answer.

"Ioras, the Eternal Flame."

Memories of the Past

Tyler decided to join the military right out of high school. After spending the last decade in service, he has been lately thinking about taking this opportunity to be discharged. Still, on the fence about what to do, he starts reaching out to some old friends as a way to recapture his youth. Somehow he stumbles across one of YC's social media, and things just click as if the past ten years was nothing more then just a couple of days.

What had started as private messages once or twice a week, soon became chatting almost every other night, to texting every day. A phone call or two would find its way into the mix as Video chatting every night had seemed to become the norm. While discussing an upcoming vacation, Tyler declares he needs to get out of t the city and receives an invitation to come to visit for a couple of days.

At first, Tyler hesitates, not wanting to mix feelings from his past with the revived friendship. Against better judgment, he accepts the offer and comes to stay in the guestroom of YC's home. Only time will tell how this will turn out.

Sample idea

Tyler allowed his eyes to slowly peak open as he followed the sound of the voice to a familiar face. He slowly sits up as he extends his hand out and takes hold of the cold pop that was being handed to him. He slightly shifts in the large lawn chair as he pats the spot next to him as if to convince Lexy to sit down. He smiles lightly at the beautiful scenery that surrounds him as he allows his eyes to drift shut once more.

The warmth of the evening sun is relaxing as the smell of pool water and suntan lotion sets him in the mood of a vacation. "I must say Lexy, this home you have in Sunny California is starting to make me question if New York is the place for me." A light chuckle fills his lips as he slowly is totted up and removes his shirt. He slowly pushes it to the side as he stands up as if to place his newly built body on display.

Even back in high school, Tyler never really had a body worth frowning at, but to say the last ten years in the army hadn't done him some justice, would be lying. He was slightly leaner than when he played basketball and yet, his muscles were a bit more defined. His goofball personality had matured by years as he wasn't the kind that blew spitballs anymore, but a man could hold an intelligent conversation and be funny.

Tyler slowly sits next to Lexy's feet as he lifts them into his lap and begins to massage her calves. "I was thinking about going for another run this evening, care to join me?" His words were a bit teasing as if running four miles was a casual stroll around the corner. A light chuckled soon followed as he continued. "I was thinking about walking down to the yogurt shop at the end of the street. Come on, it will give us..."

Before he could finish his statement, the sound of Lexy's friend and neighbor could be heard from around the corner as she invited herself in. Tyler slowly pulled away as he grabbed his shirt and waved playfully at the woman who identified herself as Angel. "Lex, I will just bring you back something." A hint of disappointment slightly filled his lungs as he slipped his shirt back on and walked through the side gate. Angel's eye would follow him until he was around the corner, as she turned her attention and whispered at Lexy.

"I hope you're hitting that because I would hate for that piece of man candy to go sour."

A light giggle soon followed as she continued to question.

"So how did y'all night go after I left? Because watching the two of you dancing in the club, things seemed like they were starting to get steamy."

The Flames Between Us

It's a late Saturday night and an unexpected knock is heard at your door. To your surprise,  it's your ex and she smells of smoke. Ash and soot cover her from head to toe and her half-dressed in something that she would normally only wear around the house. The soft frown dawns her face as she finally says, "My home burned down and I didn't know where else to go... And I was wondering if I could stay with you until the morning."

That is the setup.

I'm very flexible on the plotline here. No real opinion about how I want this to go. So if the plot suits your fancy please drop me a pm.

Sample:

Kenisha sighs as she looks at the last five percent on her cellphone as she listens to the Uber driver go on about how lucky she was to get out of the fire unharmed. She nods lightly as she tries to force a smile, but the fact of the matter she wasn't feeling very lucky right now. She just lost everything, her home, proof of identity, and at this moment she riding in a car to a place that she wasn't even sure if she was invited to come. Seeing the familiar red brick house wasn't an easy feeling as she asked the driver to wait.


Slowly she climbs out of the back seat as she tries to give herself a small pep talk before climbing the steps. "Come on Shay, you got this, it's not like you have anywhere else to go with no money." Slowly and steadily she climbs the steps one foot after another as her barefoot presses against the cold cement of the stone pathway. A little hesitation, and finally her hands knock. The sounds of footstep drawing closer are easily masked by the sound of her heart beating out of control as she takes a sharp deep breath at the sound of the door slowly squeaking open.


At this moment Kenisha is frozen in a dead space as she looks at the woman, who had been so dear to her over the past few months. Frozen in a moment of regret and uneasiness, frozen in her anxiety of never being enough, and frozen in her patheticness of being weak for having to come crawling back at the first sign of trouble. Yet here she was standing and looking at the beautiful woman and lost in her headspace until the sound of the car horn brings her back to reality. Kenisha slowly looks over her shoulder at the driver who is glaring out of the window as she turns back and looks the women back in the eyes.


For a moment she thinks to retreat, to run away, to hide, but her lips begin to move and the truth starts to flood out. "My neighbor's unit caught on fire and my place got burned down too. I didn't know where else to go, so I ended up here." Out of a nervous habit, she starts to bit her bottom lip, but the taste of ash quickly forces her to stop as she looks down at her hands and feet, ash and soot cover her body as the bright light from the doorway make her realize just how dirty she is. She slowly begins to hide her hands as she finally asks, "May I stay until the morning, just until I get into contact with my folks and get a flight home."

The Meaning of Alpha

The world of wolves has been thrown into a sense of chaos since the last elder has passed. Many of the larger packs have been devouring smaller ones to extend their territory and booster their numbers. YC comes from a small pack that has been taken over by one of the larger ones, but her strong will won't allow her to roll over easily for anyone. YC's mate in question is someone she had picked up along her journey, he's no Alpha, but loyal and protective of her all the same, and probably the closes thing she has had to a true mate since he doesn't allow any males to get close to her.

YC hasn't submitted to him, her inner wolf won't allow her, he's not strong enough, but she allows him to do as he pleases most of the time as he had been the main protectors of their pack for so long. Well, up until now, when faced by a true Alpha, he has finally bowed his head to someone other than her, to protect her pack she has agreed to the treaty and allowed the members of her pack to be split up where they are suited best, but her obedience was not part of the deal. MC is one of the next heirs to take over the pack, an Alpha like no other with a wolf that can back up his talk.

He has been called home to break YC and make her a suitable mate for one of the Alphas in the large pack. Is her will strong enough to last in presence of a monster, or is she the mate that he has been truly searching for.

That is the Setup

Sample:

The sound of his phone ringing would cause Brandon to shift in his sleep as he reached for it. It was now four o'clock in the afternoon and he was a little worn for wear after the long night on the town. His eyes shifted from amber to gold between the brackets of lights that slide through his thick curtains as he finally answered the phone, with a puzzled "Hello?" His voice was a bit deep and husky sounded as if it was still filled with sleep.

"So you're finally awake?"

Brandon slowly shifts in his bed as he places his feet on the cold wooden floor before standing up. "Mother..." He slowly stretches his body towards the ceiling as the sounds of light poping fill his back as he allows a deep groan to escape his lips. "What do I owe the pleasures?" He allows his eyes to move towards the mirror that sits upon a dresser as he notices little flakes of glitter radiating off his torso as he looks back at the stripper that he met last night. His hand softly pats her bottom as she giggles lightly before shifting in the covers and falling back asleep.

"We need you to take on a new pup. She is a wild thing and your farther is just not up to the task of taming her."

Brandon slowly makes his way towards the kitchen as he sighs softly. "Let me guess, she belonged to one of the wolves who died during a territory war. It wouldn't wrong to guess that the wolf wasn't from our pack and she has seized property during the treaty." Brandon slowly shakes his head at the thought of having to clean up another one of his father's messes.

"You're close but she was the mate of an Alpha and he isn't dead but rolling over far to easy to be a true Alpha."

Brandon slightly paused at her words as he cleared his throat. "She was the leader of her pack and he was the figurehead." The sound of his mother agreeing showed just how bad the situation could be if left unchecked. "Tell me, is her wolf that strong or you afraid that father may take a liking to her?" Brandon slowly poured two glasses of orange juice and placed them on a platter with an apple and banana, as he made his way back forwards his bedroom.

"She bested Lonzo and Alexander."

Brandon slowly sat the platter down as he pulled the cover from over his guest and tossed it on the floor. "Is that all?"

"She killed one of your brothers during the war, so yes her wolf is that strong."

A deep wicked grin slide across Brandon's face as he rolled the woman over in his bed and allowed his finger to trail her skin as he growled lightly. "I'll be home after breakfast."

Feel free to pm me if you have any suggestions/interests.


For the Love of Jack

This is a Joker and Harley pairing... If interested in the idea, pm for the sample.


More to be added later.

Cravings List

Joker // Harley [PM of Sample]
Vampire // Any (Human Hero plot in works.)
Werewolf // Any
Thief // Law Enforcement
Gang Members // New Student
Nerd // Star Athlete (Cheerleader)

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