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UPDATE [ NEW as of 04/13/2026 ] : New plots, a few new pairings.
Hello there, beautiful!
Or handsome if you prefer. ^-^
Here's my introduction if you feel compelled to view that. Here's my RT for MxM. I've been writing since forever— a little over a decade under my belt, maybe more— and love being able to write with other people. Unfortunately with the way life has been it hasn't left me much time in the past to be able to thoroughly delight in this little pleasure of mine in far too long. I'm changing that starting today and hoping that I find a couple someones to start something riveting with. I'll give some of this info in just some concise bullet points to see if we're compatible on a base level.
Here's a some ideas!
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STAY
Military Operative x Military Operative/Mercenary
MxF [or MxM] (potential MxMxF if we feel so inclined, but not necessary)
Inspired heavily by COD and certain characters I'm so completely in love with it sickens me.
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Come With Me
Captor x Maiden
MxF
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Snake in the Garden
Son of the King/Commander x Rival Princess
MxF
Arranged marriage
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[ NEW as of 04/13/2026 ]
Branded and Bound
MxF or MxM (if we change some of the pronouns of course) or FxF
[ A woman summons a demon in order to get revenge on those who have wronged her ]
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[ NEW as of 04/13/2026 ]
Silence and Stares
MxF or potentially MxM (with changed pronouns)
[ A serial killer— or obsessive stalker— finds a family moving into his childhood home where he once lost everything ]
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[ NEW as of 04/13/2026 ]
Come Back
MxF
[ A taboo story of a successful man and a messy woman— that just happened to grow up in the same household ]
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Pairings:
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Fandoms:
Let me know in a private message if any of these things stuck a chord with you! I'd love to know a little about you, too. ^-^
[ Fuck proof-reading this, we die like men. ]
Hello there, beautiful!
Or handsome if you prefer. ^-^
Here's my introduction if you feel compelled to view that. Here's my RT for MxM. I've been writing since forever— a little over a decade under my belt, maybe more— and love being able to write with other people. Unfortunately with the way life has been it hasn't left me much time in the past to be able to thoroughly delight in this little pleasure of mine in far too long. I'm changing that starting today and hoping that I find a couple someones to start something riveting with. I'll give some of this info in just some concise bullet points to see if we're compatible on a base level.
- Third person, past tense. I can also do first and second person as well as present tense, I'm just most comfortable with third/past.
- Interpersonal relationship focus is what I'm here for. A compelling plot, fascinating and complex characters, and a captivating world are all needs, of course, but I like focusing on our two characters and their relationship and tension more. Romance, romance, romance!
- I have very few limits when it comes to writing as most things I've ever run into can have a time and place in the story. I do, however, abide by site rules and am going to also follow my own preferences to help keep me engaged in the story. Things that happen in the bathroom need to stay there, unnecessary gore is meh, and I don't like roleplaying with the exact visage of real people.
- Face claims are a meh for me, and usually a no if it has to be real people and not more artistic concepts.
- I can write so much I've scared off some of my past partners. <.< >.> I can pump out 1k-2.5k words in a night. I don't expect to be matched! Also, I hope you don't expect 1k+ every post. Just as long as we're getting a couple or more paragraphs I'm good to go! Simple as that.
- Science fiction. Low, mid, and high fantasy. Historical fantasy. Modern. Military. Dark romantasy is my absolute world! Give me fourteen of 'em right now. I love blends. ^-^
- Vampires, werewolves, shifters, witches, dragons, demons and devils, angels. LOVE THEM!
- MxF, MxM, FxF
- MxF: I will play the female role in most cases. Bottom or submissive role. Can be bratty or obedient, or even a power bottom. At the end of the day most of my straight, bisexual, pansexual ladies need them a big, burly man to put them in their place and remind them of it.
- MxM: I can play top or bottom. Dominant or submissive.
- FxF: Bottom, through and through. Playing a power bottom isn't out of the picture, though!
- Smut is a need, but I don't want our story to be solely about that. I love building and living in the tension until it snaps.
- Hulking size differences in MxF and FxF— like, I want your character to dwarf mine. I want them to be part giant if our story allows! For reasons that are anything but pure. When it comes to MxM, most of the time I want both of our characters big and muscular regardless of who tops. Not quite macro... but to be honest I don't even know if it's not that or is. Just big and muscular— I love it!
- Darker themes: yandere, obsession, possession, non and dub con, kidnapping
- Love OOC chat. I'm not always on, but I like keeping up with my people.
- More to add as I think of them.
Here's a some ideas!
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STAY
Military Operative x Military Operative/Mercenary
MxF [or MxM] (potential MxMxF if we feel so inclined, but not necessary)
Inspired heavily by COD and certain characters I'm so completely in love with it sickens me.
After YC (male, older) suffers from a TBI— getting shot in the head and surviving it— MC (female, younger) takes her name out of the roster in order to care for him. He's still him... for the most part.
YC would be apart of a specialized taskforce entrusted with only the most secretive assignments that leave no room for error. Every choice made is life or death. He knows what he signed on for, knows the risks, and does it anyway. Being handsomely compensated for virtually the rest of his life and having somewhere to put his energy, his skills, seems worth it. And it is until one wrong move on a mission and he's down, having taken a bullet to the head. Maybe it wasn't even his wrong move to make, it could have been another male on his taskforce. MC is more the kind to work alone, but isn't afraid to join a taskforce like YC's from time to time when they need extra hands that they trust. Having worked together in close quarters, she would be familiar with him. Know him. To what degree we can delve into together. They could have potentially saved each other's lives on occasion, maybe they've even been intimate a time or two. Basically, they enjoy each other even if they don't normally delight in the company of others. Now, down to brass tacks.
YC is taken care of by one of his mates from the taskforce after being permanently discharged from the only thing he's even known. What happened to him was simultaneously a tragedy and a miracle. MC isn't notified that YC had this incident happen until this mate calls her— he's been called in on assignment and needs someone he trusts to look after YC. She books the next flight out, ravaged by guilt and the need to see him for herself.
He'd look the same aside from the new scars, sound pretty much the same, but he'd move differently. Think differently. Act a little differently. Being shot in the head, a survivor can become explosively aggressive and just generally quick to frustration and anger, forget things like if they ate or not, lose some degree of coordination— which even on a small scale could be devastating to someone who relied so heavily on it. So many changes to someone who had perfect control of himself before the incident.
It might quiet his head when she's around. She might explain things in a way that doesn't frustrate him, or at least not as much as usual. When his anger or panic builds, her voice or touch ground him. It might get in his head that he needs her. That she can't leave him, and so he makes it impossible for her to go. Given her training and his TBI it wouldn't be easy to make that happen, but he was once a formidable man. It's just that he still is.
We can also change this to be where there's more of a power imbalance as far as strength goes— she could just be a trusted neighbor that watches out for him for a time. She'd have no training to make it too difficult to keep her.
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YC would be apart of a specialized taskforce entrusted with only the most secretive assignments that leave no room for error. Every choice made is life or death. He knows what he signed on for, knows the risks, and does it anyway. Being handsomely compensated for virtually the rest of his life and having somewhere to put his energy, his skills, seems worth it. And it is until one wrong move on a mission and he's down, having taken a bullet to the head. Maybe it wasn't even his wrong move to make, it could have been another male on his taskforce. MC is more the kind to work alone, but isn't afraid to join a taskforce like YC's from time to time when they need extra hands that they trust. Having worked together in close quarters, she would be familiar with him. Know him. To what degree we can delve into together. They could have potentially saved each other's lives on occasion, maybe they've even been intimate a time or two. Basically, they enjoy each other even if they don't normally delight in the company of others. Now, down to brass tacks.
YC is taken care of by one of his mates from the taskforce after being permanently discharged from the only thing he's even known. What happened to him was simultaneously a tragedy and a miracle. MC isn't notified that YC had this incident happen until this mate calls her— he's been called in on assignment and needs someone he trusts to look after YC. She books the next flight out, ravaged by guilt and the need to see him for herself.
He'd look the same aside from the new scars, sound pretty much the same, but he'd move differently. Think differently. Act a little differently. Being shot in the head, a survivor can become explosively aggressive and just generally quick to frustration and anger, forget things like if they ate or not, lose some degree of coordination— which even on a small scale could be devastating to someone who relied so heavily on it. So many changes to someone who had perfect control of himself before the incident.
It might quiet his head when she's around. She might explain things in a way that doesn't frustrate him, or at least not as much as usual. When his anger or panic builds, her voice or touch ground him. It might get in his head that he needs her. That she can't leave him, and so he makes it impossible for her to go. Given her training and his TBI it wouldn't be easy to make that happen, but he was once a formidable man. It's just that he still is.
We can also change this to be where there's more of a power imbalance as far as strength goes— she could just be a trusted neighbor that watches out for him for a time. She'd have no training to make it too difficult to keep her.
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Come With Me
Captor x Maiden
MxF
The Pure Maiden. A symbol of the kingdom's strength, of their values, paraded before the people for ceremonies, for celebrations. Body and face hidden under pure white coverings, no one but the necessary have ever seen her face. The king and queen, her most personal handmaiden, and two of her guards. What happens when a rival nation plots to kidnap their sacred maiden before her ascension?
What happens when they succeed?
Politics, kidnapping, the oppression or a people or nation with plenty of room for dubious and non-consent.
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What happens when they succeed?
Politics, kidnapping, the oppression or a people or nation with plenty of room for dubious and non-consent.
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Snake in the Garden
Son of the King/Commander x Rival Princess
MxF
Arranged marriage
The North and South had been at odds for as long as the Butcher, their king, had led the Southern kingdom. This marriage between the youngest prince and the King of the South's daughter was supposed to bring about peace... well, no. Not peace. An uneasy truce made of necessity. The North was running out of food for its people while the South rolled in their abundance. So, they were given the choice to either starve or put a viper right in their midst. The arrangements are made, one of the sons set to marry the Butcher's daughter.
Only, when the day comes, he's nowhere to be seen. He's ridden off in the dead of night, leaving his family to deal with the fallout. With this change of plans moves the eldest brother— YC, formidable Commander of his father's armies— to marry the princess. This was not the plan, so to say he's displeased would be the understatement of the year. He never planned to take a wife, but especially not a snake from the South. Not arranged like his brother's had to be if he planned on taking their father's place as King. But it was too late for other arrangements; the Butcher, his family, the first shipment of grain, and enough of an army to send most smaller kingdoms running for hills have already arrived. The ceremony has already begun and there's no groom.
The King of the South is far from pleased as well, but bites his tongue as the ceremony continues with the wrong son. Perhaps this one, leader of their very armies, was better for him after all.
Basically, the Butcher is wanting to put his daughter in their innermost circles for information. It's obvious to the North, but unavoidable if they want to survive the coming winter. YC is pushed into marrying her, even with his revulsion to their family, their kingdom, and everything they stand for. Everyone assumes the princess is on her father's side, searching for any and all information that can be used against the North whether that be to crush them later on or simply keep them down... but is she? The Butcher of the South earned his title and earned it well. Is it possible he's just as cruel at home as he is on the battlefield? Maybe she's only trying to survive in a kingdom where everyone wants her dead while not drawing her father's ire that could leave her just as dead.
Perfect setup for enemies to lovers— an unwanted bride trying too hard to fit into a new world and an endlessly suspicious and guarded commander. She's a living, breathing reminder of everything he's lost— friend, a brother, something— and he's the living, breathing reminder of her shackles. Is it small moments over time that change his mind about her, maybe something big happens that shows her true colors... and they're not as ugly and deceiving as he expects.
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Only, when the day comes, he's nowhere to be seen. He's ridden off in the dead of night, leaving his family to deal with the fallout. With this change of plans moves the eldest brother— YC, formidable Commander of his father's armies— to marry the princess. This was not the plan, so to say he's displeased would be the understatement of the year. He never planned to take a wife, but especially not a snake from the South. Not arranged like his brother's had to be if he planned on taking their father's place as King. But it was too late for other arrangements; the Butcher, his family, the first shipment of grain, and enough of an army to send most smaller kingdoms running for hills have already arrived. The ceremony has already begun and there's no groom.
The King of the South is far from pleased as well, but bites his tongue as the ceremony continues with the wrong son. Perhaps this one, leader of their very armies, was better for him after all.
Basically, the Butcher is wanting to put his daughter in their innermost circles for information. It's obvious to the North, but unavoidable if they want to survive the coming winter. YC is pushed into marrying her, even with his revulsion to their family, their kingdom, and everything they stand for. Everyone assumes the princess is on her father's side, searching for any and all information that can be used against the North whether that be to crush them later on or simply keep them down... but is she? The Butcher of the South earned his title and earned it well. Is it possible he's just as cruel at home as he is on the battlefield? Maybe she's only trying to survive in a kingdom where everyone wants her dead while not drawing her father's ire that could leave her just as dead.
Perfect setup for enemies to lovers— an unwanted bride trying too hard to fit into a new world and an endlessly suspicious and guarded commander. She's a living, breathing reminder of everything he's lost— friend, a brother, something— and he's the living, breathing reminder of her shackles. Is it small moments over time that change his mind about her, maybe something big happens that shows her true colors... and they're not as ugly and deceiving as he expects.
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[ NEW as of 04/13/2026 ]
Branded and Bound
MxF or MxM (if we change some of the pronouns of course) or FxF
[ A woman summons a demon in order to get revenge on those who have wronged her ]
Sigils that left the hardwood burnt and charred crawled across the floor in wide, sprawling loops and harsh slashes. The cloying, sickly sweet scent curled into the air, small, thin plumes of smoke rising from the floorboard forever stained with her greatest sin.
The earth shook beneath her feet, the walls of her home trembling. A chandelier in the dining room crashing to the dining table, sending glass shards splintering across the ground. Vases and decoration breaking to pieces, clambering all around. Wallpaper peeling.
A sudden, sharp, burning pain in her shoulder as the very ground beneath her seemed to split and give way to a chasm. One she didn’t know was hidden there before in the earth’s crust or if the ritual had made such a vast thing. She clutched her burning shoulder, feeling at her flesh split like the splintering ground beneath her, but her attention remained solely on the opening.
On the figure that emerged.
Essentially this will begin as a story of vengeance; she was wronged. Once a slave to the elite, burned and battered and violated for years, now a wrathful force with a demonic being at her side to enact justice. It may end up being an unlikely story of a demon facing his own humanity when he was certain it had been lost to time and torture, finding love in a spitfire human he may attempt to deny, and a scorned, hurt woman rediscovering her own humanity, what justice looks like to her, and how a demon fits into her very human world, even her human needs.
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The earth shook beneath her feet, the walls of her home trembling. A chandelier in the dining room crashing to the dining table, sending glass shards splintering across the ground. Vases and decoration breaking to pieces, clambering all around. Wallpaper peeling.
A sudden, sharp, burning pain in her shoulder as the very ground beneath her seemed to split and give way to a chasm. One she didn’t know was hidden there before in the earth’s crust or if the ritual had made such a vast thing. She clutched her burning shoulder, feeling at her flesh split like the splintering ground beneath her, but her attention remained solely on the opening.
On the figure that emerged.
Essentially this will begin as a story of vengeance; she was wronged. Once a slave to the elite, burned and battered and violated for years, now a wrathful force with a demonic being at her side to enact justice. It may end up being an unlikely story of a demon facing his own humanity when he was certain it had been lost to time and torture, finding love in a spitfire human he may attempt to deny, and a scorned, hurt woman rediscovering her own humanity, what justice looks like to her, and how a demon fits into her very human world, even her human needs.
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[ NEW as of 04/13/2026 ]
Silence and Stares
MxF or potentially MxM (with changed pronouns)
[ A serial killer— or obsessive stalker— finds a family moving into his childhood home where he once lost everything ]
This wasn’t like the other families that had invaded his home. Years ago, others had started ripping up the floorboards, tearing down walls, painting over memories. This family was different; they moved with an air of reverence, appreciation. Especially their daughter; a young woman home from college for the summer.
This time… it didn’t offend him that others lived in the rooms he once held dear.
One night she’s gazing out from her bedroom window out into the dark, shadowed streets below and she spots him there, across the street. So still she didn’t think she was really seeing him. Blinking once, twice, as if he were just a dark blot in her vision. He remained, a statue that saw her in return. She didn’t scream, or run and tell her parents. She stared, heart pounding.
And in a blink, he was gone.
This becomes habit. Checking her window, making sure it’s locked even if it is on the second story. She doesn’t see him again for a long time… but that doesn’t mean he’s not there. Because he is.
News stories in this small town travel, permeate spaces with a kind of urgency. People gone missing, strange tragedies that are a little too strange. Things that she never paid attention to until it started sticking in the back of her mind.
What happens when he escalates? Silently creeping into her room at night, letting his curiosity take over. A need he thought long since buried.
At some point, she awakes, but she doesn’t scream. She doesn’t move.
This will involve dark, heavy themes: potential murder (if we go the serial killer route), dubious or non consent (mostly dubious— she’ll like his late night visits, but will be conflicted at first), somnophilia, corruption, blood and potential gore, toxicity. It will escalate, and the beautiful thing about it is we decide how much and how quickly.
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This time… it didn’t offend him that others lived in the rooms he once held dear.
One night she’s gazing out from her bedroom window out into the dark, shadowed streets below and she spots him there, across the street. So still she didn’t think she was really seeing him. Blinking once, twice, as if he were just a dark blot in her vision. He remained, a statue that saw her in return. She didn’t scream, or run and tell her parents. She stared, heart pounding.
And in a blink, he was gone.
This becomes habit. Checking her window, making sure it’s locked even if it is on the second story. She doesn’t see him again for a long time… but that doesn’t mean he’s not there. Because he is.
News stories in this small town travel, permeate spaces with a kind of urgency. People gone missing, strange tragedies that are a little too strange. Things that she never paid attention to until it started sticking in the back of her mind.
What happens when he escalates? Silently creeping into her room at night, letting his curiosity take over. A need he thought long since buried.
At some point, she awakes, but she doesn’t scream. She doesn’t move.
This will involve dark, heavy themes: potential murder (if we go the serial killer route), dubious or non consent (mostly dubious— she’ll like his late night visits, but will be conflicted at first), somnophilia, corruption, blood and potential gore, toxicity. It will escalate, and the beautiful thing about it is we decide how much and how quickly.
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[ NEW as of 04/13/2026 ]
Come Back
MxF
[ A taboo story of a successful man and a messy woman— that just happened to grow up in the same household ]
A prompt I stole from a friend, with permission.
She was not chosen. He was. She was blood. He was not.
She was always messy, all over the place, unable to stick to one thing. No job or boyfriend would have her for too long— or maybe it was that they couldn’t handle her. Or, better yet, they bored her after a time, commitment being a foreign thing to her.
He was always put together, planned his life out months in advance, had a career earning more than he ever thought he’d make. A home to call his own, a car that wasn’t a rundown rust bucket, a family. Not a perfect family, but one that chose him. A mother and father who adopted him and raised him alongside their blood, a girl. Their daughter.
The life he carved out for himself was almost perfect.
Almost.
Up until a couple years ago, he would have said it was. But then she dropped her college classes, stopped picking up his calls, and never showed up for the holidays, leaving a gaping hole in his life in her exact shape.
Then, randomly one Friday evening, she shows up at his door. A bloody nose, bruises, maybe even a chipped tooth. A bag with everything she owns in it slung over one shoulder. And a tired smile— a smile he wasn’t sure he’d ever see again.
This is to explore some of the taboo I’ve been a little iffy about broaching. Got into Love & Deepspace and with Caleb being… well, Caleb, I had to try this out. They won’t be blood related, but would have been raised together. Details we can discuss (like when he was adopted, how far things have or haven’t gone in their adulthood, when feelings started).
A tale of jealousy, [seemingly, at first] unrequited love, insecurity, secrecy, possession, and rivalry.
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She was not chosen. He was. She was blood. He was not.
She was always messy, all over the place, unable to stick to one thing. No job or boyfriend would have her for too long— or maybe it was that they couldn’t handle her. Or, better yet, they bored her after a time, commitment being a foreign thing to her.
He was always put together, planned his life out months in advance, had a career earning more than he ever thought he’d make. A home to call his own, a car that wasn’t a rundown rust bucket, a family. Not a perfect family, but one that chose him. A mother and father who adopted him and raised him alongside their blood, a girl. Their daughter.
The life he carved out for himself was almost perfect.
Almost.
Up until a couple years ago, he would have said it was. But then she dropped her college classes, stopped picking up his calls, and never showed up for the holidays, leaving a gaping hole in his life in her exact shape.
Then, randomly one Friday evening, she shows up at his door. A bloody nose, bruises, maybe even a chipped tooth. A bag with everything she owns in it slung over one shoulder. And a tired smile— a smile he wasn’t sure he’d ever see again.
This is to explore some of the taboo I’ve been a little iffy about broaching. Got into Love & Deepspace and with Caleb being… well, Caleb, I had to try this out. They won’t be blood related, but would have been raised together. Details we can discuss (like when he was adopted, how far things have or haven’t gone in their adulthood, when feelings started).
A tale of jealousy, [seemingly, at first] unrequited love, insecurity, secrecy, possession, and rivalry.
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Pairings:
Knight x Prince
Knight x Princess
Immortal King x Offering
Vampire Lord x Human Sacrifice
Queen x Jester
Scientist x Extraterrestrial
Scientist x Mutant
Mutant x Handler
Mutant x Obsession
Superhuman x Human
Boss x Subordinate
Wounded Solider/Knight x Healer
War Captive x Enemy Commander
Will add more as I go
Knight x Princess
Immortal King x Offering
Vampire Lord x Human Sacrifice
Queen x Jester
Scientist x Extraterrestrial
Scientist x Mutant
Mutant x Handler
Mutant x Obsession
Superhuman x Human
Boss x Subordinate
Wounded Solider/Knight x Healer
War Captive x Enemy Commander
Will add more as I go
Fandoms:
In no particular order,
Love & Deepspace
COD
Dispatch
Dead by Daylight
Halloween
Friday the 13th
Scream
Haunted Hotel
ATLA
LOK
Avatar
Resident Evil
Silent Hill
Love & Deepspace
COD
Dispatch
Dead by Daylight
Halloween
Friday the 13th
Scream
Haunted Hotel
ATLA
LOK
Avatar
Resident Evil
Silent Hill
Let me know in a private message if any of these things stuck a chord with you! I'd love to know a little about you, too. ^-^
[ Fuck proof-reading this, we die like men. ]
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