(Closed) Wanna Take a Trip? Looking for literate writers for MxM stories

[headtrippin]

Status: I am currently not taking any more stories or partners right now.

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Greetings! Thanks for stopping by.

I’d very much appreciate it if you read this thread before dropping me a line to discuss role playing. And please PM me, don't post here!

About Me & What To Expect

I have a family and a job, thus I can't guarantee my response time. On average, I tend to post once a day to once a week, sometimes faster and sometimes slower, depending on my availability at that moment. If I know I won’t be able to respond in a timely manner or if I wish to pause or stop the role play, I try to let my partners know.

I welcome OOC communication, for questions, discussion, development, etc. Despite this giant thread, I am a very chill person and enjoy chatting about our characters.

I write descriptive, multi-paragraphed responses (typically 3+ paragraphs) in third person, past tense, with the best spelling, grammar, capitalization and punctuation I can manage. Length will vary given whatever might be going on in the story.

My primary interest is in MxM relationships and romance with an emphasis on story and sexual tension. Attraction, flirting, pining, desire and slow burn are things I very much adore. I don’t expect every story to flow like this and am fine with some pairs that might come together quicker than others. I've also written other pairing types, namely FxM and FxF, but I don't exactly go looking for these as often.

My favorite genres to write these romances in are contemporary/modern, slice of life, crime/mafia, western and science fiction. I am also open to various levels of fantasy and vampires/supernatural, but am a bit more picky about working within those genres.

I only role play original characters in original settings (though those settings can be inspired by existing worlds, potentially). My men are typically 21+ and I will usually use photos of real people for FCs, but on the occasion I'll use realistic illustrations. I can also be talked into simply describing my character with words and thus no face claims would be used.

Last of all, I am uninterested in furries, hardcore BDSM, vore, necrophilia, m-preg, omegaverse, polyamory, underage characters and toilet play. If you have an interest in something and I didn't list it anywhere or you need clarification, ask me about it.

My Expectations for You

I’d love at least weekly responses, if not more frequent, but understand this will likely fluctuate depending on life.

No one liners, but a couple paragraphs to 1000+ word responses are fine by me, as long as your response has your character reacting/responding to my last post, provides something for my character to react to, and helps to push the story forward. Good spelling, grammar, capitalization and punctuation are expected but I also won’t chew you out for making mistakes, as we’re all human. And of course, third person, past tense.

I appreciate it if you touch base with me if you know you’re going to be absent for extended periods of time. Or also if you want to pause or stop the role play. Also if you ever are uncertain, stuck, need to bounce off ideas, ask if an action is okay, etc, don’t be afraid to contact me.

When it comes to MxM, I only role play with others who either don’t care about their character's sexual position or who write switch characters. This isn’t me trying to make sure my character always ends up on the bottom/subs (on the contrary, most of mine end up leaning more dominant and/or topping), but I am hoping to avoid running into annoying male bottoms/’uke’ stereotypes. My male-attracted characters, who I'd say are usually more traditionally masculine, do not work with traditionally effeminate acting male characters. My characters in MxM stories are typically attracted to men and masculinity as opposed to women and femininity. It’s alright if your character’s appearance ranges from traditionally masculine to some levels of androgyny, but your character’s behavior should definitely err on the side of masculine more so than feminine. If you need more clarification of what this means, feel free to ask me.

Experience

I’ve been role playing on forums 15+ years. Here are some samples of my writing:

Short Writing Sample/Mid-Thread Post (SFW) -

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[Scene: Vanya, a Russian mobster known as a Vor, had been attending to Alex, one of his newest underlings, who had a minor head wound that produced copious amounts of blood. After tenderly cleaning his wound, Vanya wanted to remove Alex’s blood soaked shirt and had begun to unbutton it when another of his underlings, Rurik, barraged into the room. After Rurik left, Vanya and Alex were left alone, having become highly aware of how inappropriate they had been acting together.]

The air shouldn't have felt so tense. Vanya had simply been assisting Alex, his subordinate, with the removal of his blood soaked shirt now that his wounds from that ghastly night had been treated. And yet, once Rurik walked in on them as he had, the aura in the room felt different. Potentially inappropriate. Even though Rurik had since left the room, the silence between Vanya and Alex lingered; it was weighty, almost oppressive. Neither man was breaking the quiet and it continued to stretch, oppressively filling the room. Vanya noted the subtle undulation of Alex's throat as he swallowed. Was it a sign of nervousness? Uncertainty? Vanya remained still as Alex’s blue eyes met his gray gaze. Except those azure pools did not linger on his face the whole while. He saw them tipping downward. And it wasn’t out of some sign of submission or unease; that was clear enough to tell from how hooded Alex’s eyes had become. Alex’s eyes were tracing his frame, so strongly he swore he could feel them like a slow caress. Vanya's skin prickled beneath his dress shirt as various muscles through his torso tightened where he stood.

Surely, what he was feeling and seeing had to be some mirage — a trick of his mind. Everything about Aleksandr Sokolov messed with his senses, down to his very emotional sanity. Why was everything so damn hard with this man, who should have been no more than his subordinate? Being around him was different from everyone else. But their growing level of familiarity had even the fearless mobster feeling uneasy. Was Alex truly looking him over? It was far from professional. It was curious, even a little pleasant, the way his eyes traversed him. And it was fucking terrifying.

Alex’s eyes rose back up to meet his. It was Vanya’s turn to actually swallow a little while praying his unease was difficult to detect. Regardless of the flicker of nervousness in his gut, he schooled his expression with that same practiced ease he’d mastered over the years. His lips remained in a thin line and his features had regained a hint of stoniness.

“Finish getting out of your shirt,” Vanya managed, his voice still rather low, but on it’s way to sounding commanding. Attempting to return to business, the mobster turned his attention to his own shirt. His back was to Alex, as he worked the buttons down on his own bloody dress shirt, more quickly this time than the leisurely means by which he’d done with the other man’s shirt earlier. Silently, he shifted the stained fabric from his shoulders, exposing a white sleeveless undershirt. The shirt appeared to be unstained, as the blood splatter had mainly affected his outer clothing. Unlike Alex, he hadn’t been bleeding all over himself. Vanya's tattooed arms were fully exposed, this time all the way up to his shoulders; a menagerie of twisted black lines, skulls, a rose, a dagger, song lyrics and the few odd Batman themed motifs. He folded his soiled shirt loosely before turning back in Alex’s direction. Beneath the straps of his shirt peeked out the tattooed stars of his rank; his mark of a Vor, a Russian 'thief' and gangster.

“Come out when you’re ready,” Vanya added, before he turned to the door and opened it up. He made his exit, closing the door behind him. His bloodied jacket remained on the table beside Alex; either forgotten or abandoned, it was hard to tell.

Opener Sample (SFW) -

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[Scene: Carter is step father to a young girl named Alice. His wife (Alice’s mother) recently died, and he has yet to properly deal with his grief. Caught in a depression he’s not about to admit to, Carter has done his best to carry on with Alice. And in the midst of trying to put all the pieces back together, Alice’s biological father decides to unexpectedly visit their home.]

"... They say if ya frown too much, yer face'll get stuck like that."

Carter peered at Alice in the rearview mirror of his truck; the reflective glass provided him with a clear image of his daughter's frowning face. He met Beth's green eyes in the mirror, causing his own hollow blue gaze to shift away cowardly — Alice had her mother's eyes. A lot of Beth was in the little girl, actually. It was both a blessing and a curse; he'd always have a little piece of his late wife, but her inherited looks proved haunting on his bad days.

"Don't forget me an' I won't frown," Alice responded bluntly as her pink mouth twisted into a pout. Carter couldn't contain the weary sigh that escaped him. It hadn't been the first time he'd been late picking her up from school. And it probably wouldn't be the last. At the next stop light, Carter kept his foot firmly on the brake and turned in his seat to look pointedly at the little dishwater blond in the backseat.

"I've apologized, pum'kin. Every time I fail you, I say I'm sorry, don't I?"

"... But you keep doin' it," Alice responded, her little voice a tad raw. Carter's face contorted into a wincing grimace; that one pierced him in the chest like a dagger.

"I don't mean to. I slept too much. Been... real tired," Carter turned back around and reached a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, as if that might ward the sleep from his eyes. His boss might have been lenient to let him take an excessive amount of days off, but he wasn't doing much with his afforded time, other than sleeping, it felt like. He was too young to be forming a habit of afternoon naps. But regardless of how much rest he got, he just wanted to sleep. When he was asleep, nothing mattered and he didn't have to feel anything for a while. It was the next best thing for numbing himself after copious amounts of booze. Although he'd had his fair share of drinking away the pain, he knew he couldn't rely on the bottle all the time, not when Alice was depending on him to take care of her. Beth would be disappointed to see him struggling as much as he was, but she'd be even more unhappy to see him drunk around the house in her permanent absence.

"You do sleep too much," Alice confirmed in a murmur as she leaned her temple into the glass of her backseat door. "Mom wouldn't have let you sleep so much."

"... You're right. She wouldn't." Carter caught sight of the red light changing to green. He got the truck rolling once more. The humble little town of Glendale passed by their windows, represented by a number of telephone poles, rickety buildings and the occasional house. In the distance was the rolling Kentucky landscape, verdant and wholesome. Carter noted the faded, familiar road sign that read 'Creek Pass Road' coming up on his right—they'd be home soon.

After turning onto their street, the truck pulled into the long dirt driveway that led to a quaint little house. It was one story, with a dark colored roof and blue siding, albeit the color faded over the years. A white, paint chipped picket fence surrounded the property. Carter got out and opened up the backseat for Alice to slide out. She was about to move past him before he wrapped his arm about her middle and yanked her off her feet. The little girl let out a squeal of surprise, nearly dropping her backpack as Carter carted her up the steps of their porch and opened up the front door, no key required.

Inside, Carter—with his child in tow—wandered through the living room, which was filled with folded and unfolded piles of laundry, pizza boxes, empty beer bottles and various boxes of some more womanly knickknacks. A foot path had been etched out through the clutter, as Carter entered into the kitchen.

"Put me down!" Alice squeaked, giggling despite herself. "Dad!" Carter set her down, letting her feet rest upon one of the kitchen chairs. He then took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes of the woman who was gone from his life, his expression sincere.

"I'll try'n do better, a'right?" Carter spoke to her honestly. Alice peered at him as her demeanor settled too and she gave an understanding nod.

"You better," she answered. Carter felt his mouth upturn, just barely; it was hard to smile much anymore.

"'Still light out. Why don't ya go check on Chester? Sure he's missed you."

"I've missed Chester too! Wish I could take him to school with me," Alice lamented. Carter scoffed mildly as he watched her jump off the chair and hurry to the back door.

Once Alice was outside, Carter made his way over to the fridge. He did his best to ignore the brown speckled bananas in the fruit bowl on the table, his stone cold, unfinished bowl of oatmeal that still sat on the table, and the mountain of dirty dishes currently sitting in the sink. It was a matter of trivial things to upkeep the house, things he'd taken for granted because Beth had happily taken care of those things within their family. Carter had vowed he could handle them on his own. Yet he could not muster the strength to muscle through them. The more he lingered on his failings, the more angry he got. He gripped hard to the door of the fridge and yanked it open to peruse what meager offerings were still inside for him to piece together something to feed Alice for dinner.

Alice let the screen door close behind her as she stepped onto the back porch that overlooked the backyard. Her young face brightened as her excited German Shepherd, Chester, barked and trotted over to her excitedly. He butted his nose up into her hand, sniffing and licking one of his favorite people. "Miss me, Chester?" she giggled as she ruffled the top of his head and let her hands get drenched in slobber. She leaned down to pick up a tennis ball that had seen better days and threw it for Chester to fetch. He hurried after the ball, energized and focused. Alice followed, her sunny, polka-dotted sundress fluttering behind her.

Having found a derelict box of mac and cheese in one of the cupboards, Carter was standing over the stove. The last time he'd attempted the cheesy staple, he'd forgotten the pot of boiling water and ended up with severely burned macaroni. He wasn't about to have that happen. Again. He also set some coffee to brew, praying the caffeine might kick his ass into gear to be the dad Alice deserved that night.

... At least he was actually there, he reminded himself. Which was more than he could say of the little angel's biological father. The asshole hadn't even seen fit to attend Beth's funeral. Such a fucking class act.

In the midst of scrubbing his hand back through his overgrown mop of hair, his head lifted to the kitchen window at the sound of Chester's barking. It was accompanied by the sound of a vehicle motor of some kind, coming from outside. Someone was approaching the property. But as to who, he had no idea; he'd been expecting no visitors nor deliveries. He turned down the burner on the macaroni and headed for the front door, which he opened without fear. He peered through the storm door, attempting to make out who was paying them an unexpected visit.

Although one hand against the doorframe, his other came settled at his belt, where his palm rested atop the concealed butt of his trusty Glock handgun. His eyes narrowed, watching and waiting as the unfamiliar vehicle came down the dirt driveway.

Plot Ideas

[WIP!]

My General List of Interests
This a list of genres, aesthetics, scenarios and themes that are of interest to me. If anything on it sounds appealing to you, drop me a line and we can see if we can weave our common threads into a story.

-Fathers (divorced/widowed or cheating on their wives)
-Masculinity (protective, strong, tough, fit/muscular, facial scruff)
-Androgyny (men in make up, cross dressing, lingerie, stockings, heels)
-Alternative Fashion (piercings, tattoos, dyed hair, mohawks, half shaves, punk style, goth style)
-Hair Play (petting, brushing, styling, cutting, long hair, short hair)
-Military themes (uniforms, soldiers, buzzcuts, commander x underling, historical, contemporary or sci-fi)
-Mafia themes (suits, dress shoes, ties, markings/tattoos, scars, guns, knives, crime, undercover agents)
-Music/Rocker/Band themes (performances, backstage, hardcore parties, stress of celebrity, alternative fashion, musical inspiration interwoven into writing)
-Western/Southern themes (cowboy hats, boots, jeans, ranches, horses, livestock, country boys, small towns, lawmen, historical or contemporary)
-Sci-fi themes (androids, humanoid aliens, space pirates, interstellar bounty hunters, space ships, colonies, exploration)
-Fairy Tales (princes, knights, fae, curses, spells, true love's kiss, castles, towers, dragons)
-Lovers With a History (childhood friends reunited as adults, childhood rivals bumping into each other in adulthood, bully x victim meeting years after graduation, etc)
-Forbidden Lovers (teacher x student, married man x babysitter, detective x criminal, vampire x vampire hunter, etc)
-Opposite Attraction (short x tall, older x younger, country boy x city boy, etc)