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Skye Pilot
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- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Hello, and welcome.
Warning: My F-List can be found here.
Let’s get right to it, shall we?
My characters are always dominant, commanding, self-assured, and utterly unwilling to simply accept meek, spineless submission. I want resistance. I want that spark, that push and pull, that glint of defiance before it finally crumbles under my relentless attention. Where's the fun if there isn't a little fight before the surrender?
I like a blend of plot and smut. I believe they are two sides of the same coin. A story without tension and buildup feels hollow, and lust without context loses its flavor. I want us to craft a narrative that hooks us both, strings us along until the moment of impact feels inevitable and electric.
I lean toward modern settings, Humans and kemonomimi are my favored companions in these stories. Though I may be convinced to do a Demin/human pairing if the plot interests me. I also prefer to play via PMs, though I will do threads if needed.
My replies usually range from 400 to 800 words (roughly 2 to 5 paragraphs), though length varies naturally depending on the heat of the moment and the depth of the scene.
Some favorite pairings:
Here are some plots. None of the outline is set in stone. Details can be changed or modified, just ask!
An Evening to Remember
MC, in his late twenties or early thirties, prowls bars and clubs every weekend, chasing the fleeting thrill of one-night stands. He treats each conquest as disposable, one night, no repeats, no emotional entanglements. YC, new to town and a bit naive, stumbles into his hunting ground. Their chemistry ignites instantly, teasing and biting words lead to a heated, unforgettable night. But weeks later, fate reunites them unexpectedly. This time, perhaps MC decides to break his own rule and invite YC into the darker recesses of his tastes. This can unfold as dub-con or entirely consensual, or hover in between.
The Exec
An ambitious executive or the heir of a powerful tech empire hosts a glitzy product launch gala. Amid champagne flutes and whispered deals, he spots YC, perhaps a nervous new hire or someone's demure plus-one. One look, and he decides she's his next obsession. Whether she knows it or not, he always gets what he wants, and he won't let her slip away.
The Barista
YC is the darling of a cozy café, known for her bright smile and coy small talk. MC, a frequent customer, quickly grows addicted to more than just the espresso. He invites her out, maybe she eagerly accepts, leading to a torrid night, or maybe she refuses, sparking MC's predatory instinct to take what he believes is already his. Sweet and slow, or dark and possessive, your choice.
An Affair
YC works behind a bar, either in a smoky dive or a polished and upscale hotel lounge. MC, a loyal regular and a married man, engages in playful banter that smolders beneath the surface. One desperate evening, driven by frustration and lust, they cross that forbidden line, entangling themselves in a dangerous spiral of secrets and desire.
Family Reunion
MC and YC are distant relatives, cousins, step-siblings, or uncle and niece, who meet again at a sprawling family reunion. Under the polite smiles and clinking glasses, something illicit pulses. Old tensions and unspoken fantasies flare. A stolen kiss at midnight, a quiet corner in the barn, once they cross the line, there's no going back, and they both know it.
Childhood Friends Reunited
YC and MC grew up as best friends, maybe next-door neighbors or always together at school. As kids, they shared secrets, late-night sneaking out, and naive summer crushes neither ever confessed. Years passed, they drifted apart, moved to different cities, and started new lives. Now, YC returns to town unexpectedly, perhaps for a family emergency, a temporary job, or to escape a messy breakup. MC, older now and transformed into a confident, assertive man, offers her a place to stay. At first, there's that sweet nostalgia and shy reconnection over beers or old photos. But under all those memories simmers years of unspoken desire. As the nights stretch on, MC grows bolder, teasing out her lingering innocence, her vulnerability, until a single touch or a shared bed finally shatters that line between friendship and something far more dangerous. Will she resist, or was she always waiting for this moment?
Roommates and Rivals
YC and MC share an off-campus apartment or a city loft, thrown together by convenience or a desperate last-minute housing arrangement. YC is spirited, independent, and perhaps a bit messy or impulsive. MC is clean, driven, fiercely dominant, and finds her casual approach to life both infuriating and intoxicating. Their living situation is a constant tug-of-war, endless petty arguments, passive-aggressive notes on the fridge, heated debates over chores and guests. But beneath every fight, there's electric chemistry, and every insult sharpens that blade of attraction. One night after a party or a heated argument, the tension finally snaps. MC corners her, words turn to touches, defiance melts into raw, breathless surrender. This dynamic can be playful enemies-to-lovers, an aggressive power play, or a slow-burning push and pull with high emotional stakes.
The Stranger You Can't Forget
After a stressful week, YC goes to a club or a concert, craving escape and adrenaline. In a sea of neon lights and pounding bass, she locks eyes with MC, a confident, magnetic presence who seems to see straight through her. They exchange few words, just looks and touches on the dance floor that grow more heated by the minute. After hours of teasing, they leave together for a wild, impulsive night neither of them plans to repeat. But days later, she can't stop thinking about him, the taste of his mouth, the feel of his grip, the way he handled her like he already owned her. Then she runs into him again, maybe at her gym, a coffee shop, or even in her own building. He clearly hasn't forgotten either and now insists on turning that one-night fantasy into something deeper, darker, and far more addictive. Does she run, or does she fall willingly into his hands?
The Girl Next Door
YC lives right next door to MC, in a bright suburban house where everything looks picture-perfect from the outside. Her family hosts endless backyard parties all summer long, the smell of grilled food drifting over, kids laughing, and music playing until sunset. She's always been the shy, sweet girl, maybe just finishing high school or home from college, full of awkward smiles and hidden glances. Her family recently installed a sparkling blue pool that quickly becomes her favorite retreat. She spends afternoons floating lazily, legs glistening in the sun, hair wet and sticking to her shoulders, oblivious or maybe secretly aware of MC watching from his upstairs window or the garden next door.
One humid evening, MC finally crosses the fence, maybe to "borrow" something or to help her carry drinks back inside. He catches her alone by the pool, dripping and flushed, wearing a bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination. Maybe she teases him, calling him the "mysterious older neighbor," or maybe she's timid, fidgeting and glancing at the back door, hoping nobody notices them talking. But MC pushes closer, voice low and magnetic, hands brushing her damp skin, guiding her to the pool edge. Under the glow of the porch light and the chirping crickets, he finally makes his move, claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss, fingers sliding along her hips, the water splashing quietly around them.
Perhaps it becomes a secret summer affair, with quick stolen moments whenever the family isn't looking. Maybe he sneaks into her room after midnight, or she tiptoes across the lawn in a towel, trembling with anticipation. It can stay sweet and shy, or take on a possessive, all-consuming edge as he decides she's too tempting to share with anyone else.
The Willing Pet
YC has always craved something deeper, something that strips away all pretense and hands her over completely to another. She might be a professional by day, composed and confident to the world, but beneath it all, she longs to surrender. Maybe she spends nights scrolling secret forums, reading ads from prospective Masters, or she stumbles across MC at a private club or a kink-friendly social event. Their first meeting is electric — his presence alone coils around her, tight and commanding, and she feels that hidden spark inside her ignite.
She agrees to give up control, to wear the collar, to kneel, to obey without hesitation.
At first, she might think it's a more of a game — cute collars, playful spankings, whispered orders that send delicious chills down her spine. MC does not take her submission lightly. He trains her carefully, learning her body, her mind, her fears, and her secret fantasies. The relationship is built on trust, but it is no less intense for that trust. He decides when she may eat, what she may wear, when she is allowed pleasure. He crafts rituals for her — from morning kneeling sessions to elaborate scenes where she's restrained and used precisely as he desires, each touch a mark of ownership she welcomes.
In private, there are tender moments too, quiet strokes of her hair as she lies curled at his feet, soft words of praise that make her glow. She learns to read his moods, to anticipate his needs, to delight in every little rule he sets. Perhaps she even moves in with him, transforming her entire existence into one of service and devotion. The dynamic can be sweet and nurturing, or strict and exacting, but always deeply consensual, with her gleaming eyes reflecting unwavering trust and utter desire to please.
The Captive Pet
YC lives a normal life — perhaps a student, a young professional, or just a girl passing through the city. But she catches MC's eye one night, maybe at a club, maybe at a late-night café, or in some quiet alley when she's least expecting it. MC is not the type to ask for permission. He sees something in her, some spark of defiance, some soft vulnerability hidden beneath her armor. And he decides to take it.
She wakes up in an unfamiliar room, her clothes gone, a collar locked snugly around her neck, heavy and inescapable. The windows are barred, the doors locked, the world she knew now reduced to this carefully controlled space. MC visits her daily, sometimes to feed her, sometimes just to watch her pace and test her boundaries, sometimes to punish her when she resists. He relishes every tiny act of rebellion — each glare, each insult, each frantic attempt to escape — savoring the slow, excruciating dance as she begins to understand the futility of her struggle.
At first she screams, begs, curses him, tries to fight. But as days slip into nights, his methods work their cold magic. Soft humiliations blend into cruel rewards, and soon her tears become moans, her resistance becomes trembling submission, her desperate pleas to be freed become whispered confessions of need. Perhaps he rewards her when she calls him Master, or denies her any pleasure unless she begs prettily, broken and desperate.
He may train her as a pet, making her crawl at his feet, eat from bowls, sleep in a cage. Or he may keep her as a prized possession, dressing her up, parading her around for his private satisfaction. The transformation is slow and torturous, a dark spiral from defiance to utter dependence, until she no longer dreams of the world outside, only of his touch, his approval, his cruel affection.
If any of these scenarios spark your interest, or if you have a twisted, tender, or taboo idea of your own, slide into my inbox. Let's build something intoxicating together.
Warning: My F-List can be found here.
Let’s get right to it, shall we?
My characters are always dominant, commanding, self-assured, and utterly unwilling to simply accept meek, spineless submission. I want resistance. I want that spark, that push and pull, that glint of defiance before it finally crumbles under my relentless attention. Where's the fun if there isn't a little fight before the surrender?
I like a blend of plot and smut. I believe they are two sides of the same coin. A story without tension and buildup feels hollow, and lust without context loses its flavor. I want us to craft a narrative that hooks us both, strings us along until the moment of impact feels inevitable and electric.
I lean toward modern settings, Humans and kemonomimi are my favored companions in these stories. Though I may be convinced to do a Demin/human pairing if the plot interests me. I also prefer to play via PMs, though I will do threads if needed.
My replies usually range from 400 to 800 words (roughly 2 to 5 paragraphs), though length varies naturally depending on the heat of the moment and the depth of the scene.
Some favorite pairings:
- Master/slave
- Father/daughter
- Brother/sister
- Rich man/poor girl
- Executive/new employee or intern
- Stalker/victim
Here are some plots. None of the outline is set in stone. Details can be changed or modified, just ask!
An Evening to Remember
MC, in his late twenties or early thirties, prowls bars and clubs every weekend, chasing the fleeting thrill of one-night stands. He treats each conquest as disposable, one night, no repeats, no emotional entanglements. YC, new to town and a bit naive, stumbles into his hunting ground. Their chemistry ignites instantly, teasing and biting words lead to a heated, unforgettable night. But weeks later, fate reunites them unexpectedly. This time, perhaps MC decides to break his own rule and invite YC into the darker recesses of his tastes. This can unfold as dub-con or entirely consensual, or hover in between.
The Exec
An ambitious executive or the heir of a powerful tech empire hosts a glitzy product launch gala. Amid champagne flutes and whispered deals, he spots YC, perhaps a nervous new hire or someone's demure plus-one. One look, and he decides she's his next obsession. Whether she knows it or not, he always gets what he wants, and he won't let her slip away.
The Barista
YC is the darling of a cozy café, known for her bright smile and coy small talk. MC, a frequent customer, quickly grows addicted to more than just the espresso. He invites her out, maybe she eagerly accepts, leading to a torrid night, or maybe she refuses, sparking MC's predatory instinct to take what he believes is already his. Sweet and slow, or dark and possessive, your choice.
An Affair
YC works behind a bar, either in a smoky dive or a polished and upscale hotel lounge. MC, a loyal regular and a married man, engages in playful banter that smolders beneath the surface. One desperate evening, driven by frustration and lust, they cross that forbidden line, entangling themselves in a dangerous spiral of secrets and desire.
Family Reunion
MC and YC are distant relatives, cousins, step-siblings, or uncle and niece, who meet again at a sprawling family reunion. Under the polite smiles and clinking glasses, something illicit pulses. Old tensions and unspoken fantasies flare. A stolen kiss at midnight, a quiet corner in the barn, once they cross the line, there's no going back, and they both know it.
Childhood Friends Reunited
YC and MC grew up as best friends, maybe next-door neighbors or always together at school. As kids, they shared secrets, late-night sneaking out, and naive summer crushes neither ever confessed. Years passed, they drifted apart, moved to different cities, and started new lives. Now, YC returns to town unexpectedly, perhaps for a family emergency, a temporary job, or to escape a messy breakup. MC, older now and transformed into a confident, assertive man, offers her a place to stay. At first, there's that sweet nostalgia and shy reconnection over beers or old photos. But under all those memories simmers years of unspoken desire. As the nights stretch on, MC grows bolder, teasing out her lingering innocence, her vulnerability, until a single touch or a shared bed finally shatters that line between friendship and something far more dangerous. Will she resist, or was she always waiting for this moment?
Roommates and Rivals
YC and MC share an off-campus apartment or a city loft, thrown together by convenience or a desperate last-minute housing arrangement. YC is spirited, independent, and perhaps a bit messy or impulsive. MC is clean, driven, fiercely dominant, and finds her casual approach to life both infuriating and intoxicating. Their living situation is a constant tug-of-war, endless petty arguments, passive-aggressive notes on the fridge, heated debates over chores and guests. But beneath every fight, there's electric chemistry, and every insult sharpens that blade of attraction. One night after a party or a heated argument, the tension finally snaps. MC corners her, words turn to touches, defiance melts into raw, breathless surrender. This dynamic can be playful enemies-to-lovers, an aggressive power play, or a slow-burning push and pull with high emotional stakes.
The Stranger You Can't Forget
After a stressful week, YC goes to a club or a concert, craving escape and adrenaline. In a sea of neon lights and pounding bass, she locks eyes with MC, a confident, magnetic presence who seems to see straight through her. They exchange few words, just looks and touches on the dance floor that grow more heated by the minute. After hours of teasing, they leave together for a wild, impulsive night neither of them plans to repeat. But days later, she can't stop thinking about him, the taste of his mouth, the feel of his grip, the way he handled her like he already owned her. Then she runs into him again, maybe at her gym, a coffee shop, or even in her own building. He clearly hasn't forgotten either and now insists on turning that one-night fantasy into something deeper, darker, and far more addictive. Does she run, or does she fall willingly into his hands?
The Girl Next Door
YC lives right next door to MC, in a bright suburban house where everything looks picture-perfect from the outside. Her family hosts endless backyard parties all summer long, the smell of grilled food drifting over, kids laughing, and music playing until sunset. She's always been the shy, sweet girl, maybe just finishing high school or home from college, full of awkward smiles and hidden glances. Her family recently installed a sparkling blue pool that quickly becomes her favorite retreat. She spends afternoons floating lazily, legs glistening in the sun, hair wet and sticking to her shoulders, oblivious or maybe secretly aware of MC watching from his upstairs window or the garden next door.
One humid evening, MC finally crosses the fence, maybe to "borrow" something or to help her carry drinks back inside. He catches her alone by the pool, dripping and flushed, wearing a bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination. Maybe she teases him, calling him the "mysterious older neighbor," or maybe she's timid, fidgeting and glancing at the back door, hoping nobody notices them talking. But MC pushes closer, voice low and magnetic, hands brushing her damp skin, guiding her to the pool edge. Under the glow of the porch light and the chirping crickets, he finally makes his move, claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss, fingers sliding along her hips, the water splashing quietly around them.
Perhaps it becomes a secret summer affair, with quick stolen moments whenever the family isn't looking. Maybe he sneaks into her room after midnight, or she tiptoes across the lawn in a towel, trembling with anticipation. It can stay sweet and shy, or take on a possessive, all-consuming edge as he decides she's too tempting to share with anyone else.
The Willing Pet
YC has always craved something deeper, something that strips away all pretense and hands her over completely to another. She might be a professional by day, composed and confident to the world, but beneath it all, she longs to surrender. Maybe she spends nights scrolling secret forums, reading ads from prospective Masters, or she stumbles across MC at a private club or a kink-friendly social event. Their first meeting is electric — his presence alone coils around her, tight and commanding, and she feels that hidden spark inside her ignite.
She agrees to give up control, to wear the collar, to kneel, to obey without hesitation.
At first, she might think it's a more of a game — cute collars, playful spankings, whispered orders that send delicious chills down her spine. MC does not take her submission lightly. He trains her carefully, learning her body, her mind, her fears, and her secret fantasies. The relationship is built on trust, but it is no less intense for that trust. He decides when she may eat, what she may wear, when she is allowed pleasure. He crafts rituals for her — from morning kneeling sessions to elaborate scenes where she's restrained and used precisely as he desires, each touch a mark of ownership she welcomes.
In private, there are tender moments too, quiet strokes of her hair as she lies curled at his feet, soft words of praise that make her glow. She learns to read his moods, to anticipate his needs, to delight in every little rule he sets. Perhaps she even moves in with him, transforming her entire existence into one of service and devotion. The dynamic can be sweet and nurturing, or strict and exacting, but always deeply consensual, with her gleaming eyes reflecting unwavering trust and utter desire to please.
The Captive Pet
YC lives a normal life — perhaps a student, a young professional, or just a girl passing through the city. But she catches MC's eye one night, maybe at a club, maybe at a late-night café, or in some quiet alley when she's least expecting it. MC is not the type to ask for permission. He sees something in her, some spark of defiance, some soft vulnerability hidden beneath her armor. And he decides to take it.
She wakes up in an unfamiliar room, her clothes gone, a collar locked snugly around her neck, heavy and inescapable. The windows are barred, the doors locked, the world she knew now reduced to this carefully controlled space. MC visits her daily, sometimes to feed her, sometimes just to watch her pace and test her boundaries, sometimes to punish her when she resists. He relishes every tiny act of rebellion — each glare, each insult, each frantic attempt to escape — savoring the slow, excruciating dance as she begins to understand the futility of her struggle.
At first she screams, begs, curses him, tries to fight. But as days slip into nights, his methods work their cold magic. Soft humiliations blend into cruel rewards, and soon her tears become moans, her resistance becomes trembling submission, her desperate pleas to be freed become whispered confessions of need. Perhaps he rewards her when she calls him Master, or denies her any pleasure unless she begs prettily, broken and desperate.
He may train her as a pet, making her crawl at his feet, eat from bowls, sleep in a cage. Or he may keep her as a prized possession, dressing her up, parading her around for his private satisfaction. The transformation is slow and torturous, a dark spiral from defiance to utter dependence, until she no longer dreams of the world outside, only of his touch, his approval, his cruel affection.
If any of these scenarios spark your interest, or if you have a twisted, tender, or taboo idea of your own, slide into my inbox. Let's build something intoxicating together.
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