MxM Cravings (21+ only)

[Marauder]

It has been a while, but I am interested in plotting out some new stories.
Ideally I am looking for partners 21+ in age, no offense, I just do not want to even consider interacting with someone younger.
I would also like for my partner's characters to be a Switch or Verse. If there is any sort of sexual interaction, I do not want to play the "Top/Dom" character.
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Dynamics

• Superior and Inferior- Any sort of Superior and Subordinate dynamic.
Setting: Fantasy - Modern or Futuristic
(I.e. Knight Commander x Knight, Commanding Officer x Soldier, Mob Boss x Associate)



• Enemies to Lovers- Contentious companions to romantic, it doesn't even have to become friendly.
Setting: Fantasy - Modern or Futuristic
(I.e. Hunter x Hunted, Assassin x Mark, Rivals)

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I do not have any specific story ideas in mind, only some loose plot ideas. But if you're interested in plotting,
and would like to write, please consider sending me a private message and we can begin plotting to write a story!

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[Marauder]

Writing Sample 1​

"Have you ever been amongst the fae folk, Riordan?" A pale man spoke as he carefully folded and tucked and plucked at clothing that looked like something out of a film or renaissance festival. "Do you know any of the habits or rituals of the folk we will be visiting with?" His ears were decorated in ornate threads of silver and glass beads and they came to delicate points. His features sharp as knives and the high points of his visage were accented with splashes of stark color and glistening shimmer. "Have you ever visited Vhasvale or the Scarlet Glades?" In certain points of the man's uniquely inhuman garb there were woven little pieces of polished metal also set with glass baubles and beads, though it gave the impression that it would stop an assault should their... Diplomacy become something far more... Aggressive.

Most people believed that the creatures of the fae were savages anyway. Why wouldn't a man arm himself. Just. In. Case?

Gafhen, the Elvish individual that would act as a translator and a guide for the hunters that were to enter the Fey Wilds, spoke with the same sort of intrigue that white historians spoke of ancient native cultures. Interest, but not fully seeming to understand despite the extensive time and energy that had been put into learning enough of the cultures and traditions to be a translator and emissary. He sat with a handful of the other hunters, most of them human, most of them coalition members. Amongst them though were individuals that had learned to deal with vampirism and the curse of being a werebeast. Although Gafhen had no idea that there would be betrayal in the cards, that Riordan would be left amongst the burning remnants of the Aegis court and Vhasvale when the court crumbled, he did not need to know either. His long life was a sacrifice the coalition were willing to make if it meant toppling a strong dynasty to make way for something much weaker, and much easier to control.

The hunters and their translator were given two weeks in the Scarlet Glades. Sprawling lands that seemed to lingered in perpetual autumn--kissed with the faintest chill of winter's promise, but still clinging to the warmth of late summer. The glades were sweetly scented and fae creatures flitted around just out of sight of the human creatures that lingered there. All but the ones that had been promised to the humans to help accommodate them to the Fey Wilds whilst they stayed. Most of the creatures were timid enough to linger like shadows, although they seemed not to shy much from the Dragonwyck hunter. He was... Gifted a cool demeanor-ed fae creature with floor-length charcoal colored hair and eyes, and nearly tiger-like markings. Not so much a present as he were present to make certain Riordan were comfortable in his time spent in the Glades. Belamere had warned the man not to eat anything he had not expressly made himself. Not to drink anything, and most certainly not the honeyed wines and meads lest he desired to take a wild and uncomfortable hallucinogenic trip, or dance until his body gave out. Bel had dealt with enough human and human-adjacent creatures in his centuries of life and had found some semblance of joy in caring for them whilst they visited the wilds.

As the two week mark passed, tension mounted within the Glades and within the Aegis court in general. Troops were sent to surround and attack the little oasis the coalition hunters were granted to stay in--though many of those hunters were already inciting havoc within the unsuspecting court. The vampiric and werewolf cursed creatures set about loosing their deadly venom into the veins of those fae creatures--including a targeted assault upon one of the two fae-elf children that would likely result in death from the bite of werewolf--and those who were not set to death by the creatures, found their lives ended by iron blades.

The court fell to ruin swiftly. A majority of its people wasted in the autumnal foliage. Where once there was the sweet scent of autumn, now lingered the smell of burned leaf litter and spilled blood.

 

[Marauder]

Writing Sample 2​

The passage of time in space is nearly as strange and unpredictable as time in the Feywild. Intangible, dictated by a person's point in space and the bodies of planets and stars alike--for some time was quite literally only a construct. For others, they chose a star system and stuck with its general time as a baseline. For Sevastyn, Standard Time always reverted back to the place that had become home several centuries ago during a series of strangely fated encounters. And it had remained as such even after Valeska had been murdered. Nephtali reincarnated. Riordan had all but dropped off of the proverbial face of the earth, hidden even to a man that had become quite decent at uprooting hidden things. He was not present for Valeska's murder, though that had rended Sevastyn's heart painfully, he was almost grateful that Riordan would not have to witness the death of an old love. Not again.


He hadn't even felt as though he existed on their plane of existence any longer. Sevastyn was certain that had something to do with the Coalition, the Vatican, whatever hellish state of existence the Catholic Church and collection of hunter societies existed in.

Sevastyn spent time mourning the losses, and then he took to hunting in his own way. Seeking out individuals that had been thorns in their sides, and impossibly good at locating Riordan. Made promises. Made good on those promises. And still had not come closer to finding the man.

Then there was finding the red haired, freckled, hazel eyed boy whose soul was intertwined with Tali's. Watching him die over, and over again in the same vicious way. Eventually the reincarnation brought Sevastyn to a port in space. Though he had duties and busied himself with them, and spent more than enough time drowning himself in the streams of time in an effort to find Riordan... There had been no success.

Once dark auburn-brunette hair had begun to streak white until there was not an ounce of color left within the silken tendrils. Spots of gray and eventually white nestled themselves into the Eladrin's facial hair. And his skin began to lose the rosy hues of a vivacious life. Where he had been pale once, he was now nearly statuesque. Cold. The sort of thing that people strayed away from he was not prowling around as near to a direwolf as one could be.

At present he was perched quietly within a large viewing bay window, a once warm drink curled between his palms. It had long since gone cold, though that was likely due to the chill aura rolling off of the Eladrin as he sat quietly watching space crafts come and go like ants in their lines. A faint niggling sensation drew at his attention, but Sevastyn was too deep in thought to pay it proper attention. He had not grown hopeless, and he had not stopped looking for either of his lovers despite knowing Valeska was well gone, but the Eladrin was... Tired. And as such, ignored the pull for the moment.

 

[Marauder]

Plot Concept 1

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My character has fallen from glory as a once well-known and respected knight, but with a new regime in place, he and many of his companions have been relieved of their duty. Because of this lack of employment, he and many of his brothers have taken up mercenary work. Shamed by the relinquishing of his titles and run off by the new king's men, my character takes to mercenary work to be able to survive and in doing so lives up to the shamed knight title.

Some years later he is caught bedding the queen, and is sentenced to death. Rather than a short, easy execution, he is sent on a mission to destroy a growing evil and is meant to accompany a knight that either volunteered or was forced to take up the quest.



This is a loose idea that would require further plotting.




If you are interested in plotting this or other stories, please send me a DM.
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[Marauder]

Plot Concept 2​

My character is an estranged individual from a fae court, stuck in a "mundane" realm after an attack on the court was brought about by human hunters seeking to build an "alliance" with the fae. Your character is a guardian to the Fae Court's prince--and subsequently only a few months younger than MC. During the fight, my character is attacked by the hunters, and thrust into the mundane world with the assumption that MC would not survive the attack. Some years later, YC finds mine in a predicament. They work together to get out aforementioned predicament. MC is suspicious, and a little concerned considering YC had once been personal guard to the royal prince of their court.

It is learned that the prince has gone missing, and that in fact MC is a bastard of the king of the fae court.

Now in the mundane world, the two must figure out how to trust one another to survive... Their relationship may grow from there.



This story may involve darker and adult themes.

Most importantly: I am not looking for a Dom/Sub or Top/Bottom pairing. If sexual interactions happen between the characters, both should be switch or verse. Preferably there should be some power struggle between the two.

(This is a disclaimer saying I refuse to play top-only or bottom-only characters. More specifically, I do not want to play with "Bottom only" characters.)






If you are interested in plotting this or other stories, please send me a DM.
DO NOT REPLY IN THIS THREAD.

 

[Marauder]

Plot Concept 3
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This Concept is similar to The Fox and The Hound.

My character is an elven prince from the Fae Wild and Your Character is the son of a noble and a supernatural hunter from the realm of humans. In this particular universe supernatural creatures are known about, most of them condemned for not being human or human like, and hunters keep them in line. Not all hunters set out to capture and kill supernatural creatures, but most perceive them as a threat in that way. Not all supernatural creatures are harmful and dangerous, but many of the Coalition of Hunters believe that just as humans have naturally violent natures, so must all creatures.

When they were young, our characters once played together. Time moves weirdly in the Fae Wild, but where my character is the current youngest (Fae Elves have a difficult time baring children and so children are rare and cherished) Fae Elf, he is a young adult when your character appears again.

Hunters from Beyond The Hedge have begun to stream into the Fae Wild, employed by a king of an opposing court. Once already he has sent hunters to ravish the Aegis Court (my character's home), and in the process my character was injured by a werewolf--one of the many supernatural creatures kept and employed by hunters like hounds.

Some years into their adulthood, our characters meet...


The story is obviously just skeletons at the moment and requires plotting. It has a chance of enemies to lovers and slowburn.




If you are interested in plotting this or other stories, please send me a DM.
DO NOT REPLY IN THIS THREAD.

 

[Marauder]

Still looking for some stories!
I am open to ideas and suggestions if the concepts here do not tickle any fancies.