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Taken Plot: He can't return home

○ He Can't Return Home
Modern | Bondage | Looking for an Army Commander
Themes include: D/S Relationships, PTSD, Trauma, Bondage
Image Inspiration: SFW

The war was over. The fighting, the bloodshed, the agony - all of it had ended with the signing of a peace treaty that had been supported by both sides. All was left was for the soldiers to return home, back to their normal lives..

Many were unable to adjust to civillian life after experiencing wartime violence; one such man was Miles Birch. Every day he would drift aimlessly through the city streets with no sense of purpose, and every night he would remain awake until the early hours, drinking cheap booze and staring at his standard-issue gun.

The only person he kept in regular contact with was his commanding officer. A man he had fought beside, who he respected more than anyone else. On the battlefield they had been an inseparable team, but now they couldn't be further apart. The Commander had embraced civilian life in a way that Miles simply couldn't; the only way he knew how to live was to follow orders and duty. He was lost without those things.

A day came when the Commander paid a visit to Miles' modest apartment only to find him buried beneath a pile of empty bottles and alcohol. Something had to change. An arrangement was made between them. They would work as they did during wartime - the Commander would lead and Miles would follow. Orders would be given and obeyed until the man could reliably stand on his own two feet. A professional arrangement and nothing more. Or so it was supposed to be.

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Taken: Hacker, Unplugged

○ Hacker, Unplugged
Modern | Bondage, Dub-con | Looking for a Responsible Best Friend
Themes include: Manipulation, Forceful 'Help', Anxiety, Brattiness
Image Inspiration: SFW | SFW | NSFW

Robin has always been as talented as he is hopeless. He earns a living as an information broker in the cyber-age, using his excellent hacking skills to earn a decent wage without every having to leave the safety of his home. He orders everything for delivery and never steps foot outside the front door unless absolutely necessary. His social anxiety is matched only by his bratty attitude to the one person who has stuck by him throughout his many oddities.

His best friend knows him very well, knows that Robin needs all the help he can get to behave like a responsible adult. Robin eats terribly, dresses terribly, and it terrible at taking care of himself. He needs help, even if he doesn't want it. There's only so long that the best friend can stand by and watch Robin running himself into an anxious mess... as the saying goes, you have to be cruel to be kind.

It starts with dragging him into the shower, getting him clean. Then outside into the fresh air, to the shop or the park. Each day an additional button is pushed inspite of Robin's furious protests and tantrums, and through the course of this forceful interventions the lines of friendship begin to blur. The best friend always did have a particular soft spot for Robin, and having such responsibility over him makes it difficult to resist his urges...

Potential Opener

There was a gap in the curtains. It was letting in a tiny crack of sunlight into the otherwise darkened room, the intrusive beam glaring across one of many glowing monitors. Any normal person would have simply tutted and moved to pull the curtain closed, or maybe wonder why they were still drawn at 3.30pm, but this wasn't a strictly normal person.

A slender blonde eyebrow twitched and flexed with irritation, green eyes flicking away from the hovering keys in front of them to glare at the offending sunlight. "Bastard," came the quiet curse from thinly pursed lips, and a (thankfully empty) coffee mug abruptly found itself flung across the room to flop rather limply against the curtain. After a moment of the fabric wavering, it fell those precious few centimetres to fully block out the light again. Success!

He didn't notice whether the cup had shattered or not, but it hardly mattered. The room was an absolute mess regardless; if one looked closely they would see a week-old pizza box and at least six discarded shirts amidst the debris. Still, it didn't matter. He hardly ever left the house, and no one hardly ever came to visit him; his parents had long-since disowned him as a lost cause, and his sister was far too much the golden girl to give a shit.

The fact that Robin had so few things to draw him from his isolation was probably the main reason he'd grown up as the recluse he had. At least his job kept him well-paid and comfortable. He shifted slightly in his seat, reaching a hand back towards one of six computer pots on the back of his neck - six was probably excessive, but no one could say he didn't work hard - he flinched slightly as he twisted one wire from the socket, carelessly tossing it to one side only to replace it with another.

The holographic monitor flickered for a moment, then displayed what seemed to be blueprints of a large business complex. Robin's fingers glided across the image, plotting out various security marks and information points, muttering to himself as he did so.

He was a seller of information, usually of the illegal kind. He had a knack for delving deep into cyber space; made good money from it too. Time seemed to fly by while he was working however, and soon enough he glanced towards the clock hanging on the far wall.

"Shit, when did it be seven?" He sighed and tilted his head back, wires clinking together quietly. Maybe he'd bother someone. Not that he had a lot of 'someones' to bother. There was only one personal contact in his cell, which he casually typed out a message to before returning his focus to the screen.

Want pizza. get for me?

Robin was always polite.

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- 12/12: Streamlined plots, added 'A Cut Above', re=added 'Hacker, Unplugged', added Dragon Age cravings -

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Extremely Problematic added.

Retired old plots

○ A Cut Above
Modern | Bondage | Looking for an Experienced Barber
Themes include: Respectful BDSM, Slow burn, Possible PTSD
Image Inspiration: SFW [My Character Inspiration] | SFW [Your Character Inspiration] | SFW [Together]

He comes in once a week for the same cut; close to his scalp, smooth and simple. It's been a routine of theirs for a number of years, ever since he enlisted in the military. He has trust issues - wouldn't let anyone else near his head and neck with anything sharp - but the barber has been a longtime confidant in the way that only a warm, welcoming stranger can be.

Then something changes. There is a long gap in their routine while he is sent on assignment, and whatever he saw there has changed him. He's even quieter, tense, struggling to move beyond the trauma of his military mission. This is when the barber makes a bold suggestion, emboldened by the many years they have spent in professional silence together. A close shave after-hours, where it's just the two of them. Nighttime, with no one else to overhear them.

He agrees, spills his secrets and his fears in the smooth leather chair that very night - and a deeper relationship is sparked between them as the barber gently takes control. "You will be alright. I'll make sure of it."



○ My Prophet
Modern/Historical, Poss. Fantasy | Bondage to Extreme | Looking for a Religious Leader
Themes include: Abuse of Authority, Indoctrination, Worship, Knife/Breathplay
Image Inspiration: SFW [The Couple] | SFW [Hands] | SFW [Choke]

The Father has run the village church for many years, carefully cultivating those around him to the ways of his God (Catholic, or fantasy) and bringing them into the fold. The man is extremely charismatic and able to draw even the most skeptical to faith, no one would refuse him anything for fear of divine retribution - not that anyone would want to say no to him. The Father is holy, perfect, and undeniable.

Enter Milo, a young man just turned eighteen who is to be blessed into adulthood. During the ceremony, the Father is struck by how beautiful and pure the boy appears; surely only a divine being could be so perfect? The Father decrees then and there, by divine providence, that Milo is to be a vessel for the Holy Spirit. The boy must live within the church, devote himself completely to the pursuit of holiness, and give himself utterly to his true purpose.

The Father uses his supreme position to manipulate and change Milo into someone perfect for his desires. Milo serves the church, assists in public ceremonies - and behind closed doors he is put through trials and tribulations in other to strengthen his soul. The Father will provide expert instruction, and exquisite pleasure to satisfy his obsession with his prophet.



○ Earn the Ink
Modern | Bondage or Extreme | Looking for a Yakuza Boss
Themes include: Age gap, D/S Relationships, Gunplay, Bondage, Dub-con, Violence
Image Inspiration: NSFW [I'll Show You, Boy]

Joji was born into the Yakuza life. His father was the proud patriarch of the Arikawa family who maintained an iron grip on a large section of Kabukicho, the red light district. Money and violence were common throughout his life and he was raised to continue the family name; to be strong, fearless, and dangerous.

It's custom for every young Yakuza to be tattooed with a symbol of their personality. The tattooist had been linked with the Arikawa family for a number of years and it was only natural for him to be the one to ink the young master. Before he did that, however, he wanted to make sure that Joji was worthy of something great.

There was also a more personal interest for the tattooist. Joji was a young and attractive upstart, smart-mouthed and cocky. He wanted to beat down that arrogance, and build him up into something better.

The tattooist would take the young man under his wing - the the patriarch's blessing - to make him stronger, make him understand what it was to really be Yakuza. There would be violence, pain, discomfort, but at the end the young master would be worthy.



○ Hacker, Unplugged
Modern | Bondage, Dub-con | Looking for a Responsible Best Friend
Themes include: Manipulation, Forceful 'Help', Anxiety, Brattiness
Image Inspiration: SFW [Character Inspiration #1] | SFW [Character Inspiration #2] | NSFW [Playing Games]

Robin has always been as talented as he is hopeless. He earns a living as an information broker in the cyber-age, using his excellent hacking skills to earn a decent wage without every having to leave the safety of his home. He orders everything for delivery and never steps foot outside the front door unless absolutely necessary. His social anxiety is matched only by his bratty attitude to the one person who has stuck by him throughout his many oddities.

His best friend knows him very well, knows that Robin needs all the help he can get to behave like a responsible adult. Robin eats terribly, dresses terribly, and it terrible at taking care of himself. He needs help, even if he doesn't want it. There's only so long that the best friend can stand by and watch Robin running himself into an anxious mess... as the saying goes, you have to be cruel to be kind.

It starts with dragging him into the shower, getting him clean. Then outside into the fresh air, to the shop or the park. Each day an additional button is pushed inspite of Robin's furious protests and tantrums, and through the course of this forceful interventions the lines of friendship begin to blur. The best friend always did have a particular soft spot for Robin, and having such responsibility over him makes it difficult to resist his urges...

Potential Opener

There was a gap in the curtains. It was letting in a tiny crack of sunlight into the otherwise darkened room, the intrusive beam glaring across one of many glowing monitors. Any normal person would have simply tutted and moved to pull the curtain closed, or maybe wonder why they were still drawn at 3.30pm, but this wasn't a strictly normal person.

A slender blonde eyebrow twitched and flexed with irritation, green eyes flicking away from the hovering keys in front of them to glare at the offending sunlight. "Bastard," came the quiet curse from thinly pursed lips, and a (thankfully empty) coffee mug abruptly found itself flung across the room to flop rather limply against the curtain. After a moment of the fabric wavering, it fell those precious few centimetres to fully block out the light again. Success!

He didn't notice whether the cup had shattered or not, but it hardly mattered. The room was an absolute mess regardless; if one looked closely they would see a week-old pizza box and at least six discarded shirts amidst the debris. Still, it didn't matter. He hardly ever left the house, and no one hardly ever came to visit him; his parents had long-since disowned him as a lost cause, and his sister was far too much the golden girl to give a shit.

The fact that Robin had so few things to draw him from his isolation was probably the main reason he'd grown up as the recluse he had. At least his job kept him well-paid and comfortable. He shifted slightly in his seat, reaching a hand back towards one of six computer pots on the back of his neck - six was probably excessive, but no one could say he didn't work hard - he flinched slightly as he twisted one wire from the socket, carelessly tossing it to one side only to replace it with another.

The holographic monitor flickered for a moment, then displayed what seemed to be blueprints of a large business complex. Robin's fingers glided across the image, plotting out various security marks and information points, muttering to himself as he did so.

He was a seller of information, usually of the illegal kind. He had a knack for delving deep into cyber space; made good money from it too. Time seemed to fly by while he was working however, and soon enough he glanced towards the clock hanging on the far wall.

"Shit, when did it be seven?" He sighed and tilted his head back, wires clinking together quietly. Maybe he'd bother someone. Not that he had a lot of 'someones' to bother. There was only one personal contact in his cell, which he casually typed out a message to before returning his focus to the screen.

Want pizza. get for me?

Robin was always polite.

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New plots ahoy!

We have Let's be Brief, Untouchable and The Space Between Us.

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Added Coffee 'n' Cream, re-added Hacker, Unplugged

Taken Plot: He Bleeds Gold

○ Untouchable (He Bleeds Gold)
High Fantasy | Bondage/Extreme | Looking for a Warrior; a Cherished Retainer
Themes include: Consensual bloodplay (only if you want), Painplay, Royalty and Hierarchy
Image Inspiration: SFW #1 | SFW #2
He is known as the Untouchable Prince; an imposing figure who has ruled over the elven lands for hundreds of years without ever flinching from his responsibilities. Eldarion is his name, though few ever use it as his title is much more fitting. While his appearance is perfection and his rule is just, there is a deep flaw in his body that none of the mightiest mages can explain; he has no sense of physical sensation. Even when he was a small child he would never cry when he hurt himself, would never sniffle or show any signs of pain. This continued into adulthood, worsening to the extent where his skin was cold and unfeeling to anything around him.

Eldarion resigned himself to this way of living. Untouchable as his people called him. He desperately hoped, in the privacy of his rooms, that one day a solution would be found. A way to make him feel something... little did he know that it would come from a most unlikely of sources.

A new retainer was summoned to the courts; another elf from a faraway land in order to assist Eldarion with his rule. He would be the sword to protect the prince from those who would do him harm. One of the realms strongest warriors who would serve as his closest confidant. It was when they met for the first time, when Eldarion extended his hand for a ceremonial kiss, that the world around him changed.

He felt the kiss.

The back of his hand sang with sensation and it took his breath away. From that moment Eldarion would have this elf by his side always. Their relationship would develop on the basis of exploring sensation and servitude, with mutual trust and respect guiding the way.

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