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okur

okur

Super-Earth
Joined
Jun 24, 2023
The Writer & Preferences
  • Age: 25+, I require you be at least 20
  • Experience: Writing for over a decade
  • RP Interest: Male x male (mxm), but may consider doubling to suit preferences
  • Writing: Lit, third person paragraphs
Looking for
  • Story & Smut - Not looking for PWOP. I want it to get there naturally.
  • I prefer playing submissive, playing against dom / switch characters
    • Please note this is from the perspective of bedroom (assuming that's the location) antics
  • Character Chemistry is key - if they work together, the plot can always edit, change to suit them.
  • NEW! I've come to learn I prefer when people play good characters. The roughness, degradation, it's all fantastic for smut scenes but being mean or evil to another human being has seriously been off-putting lately lol
  • All characters must be 18+. 24+ is my preference.
  • Warning - F-List

Plot Premises
(Plot nuggets can be added to the below: example BDSM, ABO, Vampires or Dhampirs)

  • Ancient Rome / Egypt - P1: YC and MC are separated by status. This does not stop their eventual attraction from one another. The concern is one wishes for equality, and the other can't fathom the thought when their statues just don't equate. We go from there.
  • Ancient Rome / Egypt - P2: YC is a solider who is seeking out a spy in the King's harem. This means he has to play the role of a harem slave. MC finds YC fascinating and seeks out his company on the compound, simply seeking to get to understand what he considers an anomaly. We go from there.
  • Mafia Boss x Undercover cop. Character 1 is ex military. He has a hard time fitting in post his installment and so he works to become a cop. He's approved and works undercover to get more information on a known drug ring. Character 2 is the drug ring leader, has a few mannerism differences and knows about his under cover cop friend. We go from there.
  • Toxic Relationship: YC and MC meet through either a date, or happenstance. They hit it off and perhaps are interacting for a month - 2 months. YC knows by now that MC has come out as gay and has been rejected by his family. He's couch surfing as tries to stabilize as he was kicked out with none of his belongings and he has to start from scratch. Post their interacting, YC makes the offer for MC to move in with him knowing he doesn't have connections or anywhere to go. YC starts to change once MC moves in. YC seeks to isolate and remove options from MC. Until then they have not been sexually active and there's a reason for that as YC sexual preferences are more dubcon related. It turns into free use where YC demands whenever they see fit. Major things are dubcon, or noncon, discomfort, pain, no-warning free use, etc.

  • ABO: I have a number of plots in put. Successful omega looking for an Alpha, an arranged marriage, a rut / heat service, etc.

  • Telling you the truth: MC and YC are long-term friends. They've known eachother from grade school and high school...but parted ways after that. They had different goals in life. About 5 years later, they meet again. Things have changed a bit and they're reconnecting. The thing is, YC has cared for MC most of their lives together and MC just hasn't noticed. He doesn't think that the caring he sees is anything more than his friend being a bestie. We go from there.

  • Risk for a moment: Dystopian setting. Being gay is punishable by law (newly or has always been - can be death or jail). If you do not fall into the norms posed upon you by the government, you will suffer the consequences. Character 1 and Character 2 care for each other. They throughout specific dates in the year meet at one another's home to spend blissful moments together in a way they wish they go every day. They make a point of not seeing eachother outside of their meet-ups for fear someone will see the secret feelings they hold for one another. (I was inspired by V for Vendetta so I'm thinking that kind of dystopia). There's a lot of different things we can do here to move the plot, happy to discuss.

  • Balance: MC is struggling financially. YC has means and is open to support MC. (I have no idea how this one will go so it's really a nugget, we can flush this one out. )

  • Father x Son's Best Friend: Moving to college, MC who has repressed himself due to the close-mindedness of the small inlet he's from. When he comes back to visit over break or some weekends, he looks noticeably different. Shy seeming and unsure, he spends the weekend at his friends and YC notices the difference.

Plot Nuggets
(Add-ons to the above, or for new plots)
  • DARK THEMES / ROMANCE / OTHER
  • Monster x Sacrafice
  • Stockholm elements
  • Psychopath elements
  • Serial Killer x victim
  • Vampire siring. Perhaps they were friends and one is turned, and turns the other? Perhaps one is a reincarnated lover and the vampire chooses to keep them.
  • A control freak and a partner that goes along with it
  • Two characters with the the same kind of baggage, they just don't know it yet.
  • Stalker/serial killer x victim
  • Psychopath x Unimpeded
  • D.I.D / split personalities
  • Psychiatrist x Patient
  • Tragic reincarnated lovers
  • Cuddle service
  • Happenstance meetings. Super corny. Did they bump into eachother waiting down the street and felt something? Did both take the train and one rested their end on the others shoulder? Did they get stuck in an elevator together?
  • Thorple / Threesome elements.
  • Alpha / Beta / Omega plots (I like the assumed status differences x3 )
  • Business Man x Photographer
  • Two non-human men who start out using the other only to realize they have feelings for eachother (pairings below to help with this one~)
  • A single dad meeting a younger man and the pair ending up realizing they're great for eachother
  • A control freak and a partner that goes along with it
  • Two characters with the the same kind of baggage, they just don't know it yet.
  • Arranged Marriage
  • Vampire Mafia Lord x Mix-human Hunter
  • Vampire x Vampire (Thoughts are grief based but can differ)
  • Vampire x Human
  • Vampire x Half Incubus / Half Human
  • Vampire doctor x sane mental patient who's seen a vampire (and is therefore not crazy)
  • Fated Pair: At 18 you get the eye color of your true love, only to wake up and find yourself staring at a red eye in the mirror for your mates true form.
  • Employer x Employee
  • Clerk at a store x customer
  • Downton Abbey Timeframe setups (Friend x Friend / Head Butler x Butler / Lord x Manservant)
  • Employee x Employee
  • Closeted Friend x Oblivious Friend
  • Military
  • Royalty
  • Phantom of the Opera
  • Demon / Shapeshifters
  • Stockholm syndrome elements
  • Poly relationships maybe?

Thanks for your time!

BDSM Test: BDSM Test: What kind of sexual deviant are you?
 
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Craving a story where I don't have to be a femboy. For example - Greek Mentor x Roman Mentee:

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Affluence was by product of three things; skill, intelligence, or inheritance. The gods smiled on the family name that Aelius came from, allowing his good graces and status to come from the latter. And yet, he didn't feel it acceptable to maintain alone. Through conversations with his father and friends of the family, he sought out the practice of a mentorship. It came with certain expectations, he knew, but it was simply the manner in which these things happened. And so, as the seasons turned, he took to a ship that would bring him to Alexandria, the home of his mentor Nemen.

Sandled foot falls carry the young man from the ship to the dock. He's adorned in the customary white to keep the heat from his skin, a satchel over his side with some personal effects; implements for writing, some clothing, and preferred oils for washing. He had been to Alexandria once before, but on a short stint, of a different capacity of time.

Aelius steps from the docks, seeking out the captain of the vessel so an exchange of currency could be made, the remainder of payment owed for the man's trouble. He seeks out instructions to where he would be meeting someone from the estates, though, whether it be Nemen himself or a servant, he did not know.

A sharp wind tusseled his hair and brought another bought of rich salty air, which he took in with a type of serenity to his expression. He did so love new places, and looked forward to his time under proper mentorship.
 
Two new plots I am looking for:

Ancient Roman / Greek - I'd like to play something where my character is an oracle. Some considerations:
  • King x Oracle
  • Master x Slave (where MC perhaps does not know he's an oracle)
  • Just have a craving aha
Omegaverse
  • King x Omega - The king is married to his queen who can not give him an heir. So, he starts to collect omegas. The intent is to select them, bring them into heat, and attempt to get them pregnant. After a heat, if the omega can not be found with child, she is returned home with money for taking her virginity. During one of these selection events, MC comes in the stead of his sister due to her no longer being fit. It's just to save face. The king decides to select MC as one of the potentials, as thus far, a woman has not been able to give him a child. Perhaps a male omega can.
 
Opener for Omegaverse King x Omega - The king is married to his queen who can not give him an heir. So, he starts to collect omegas. The intent is to select them, bring them into heat, and attempt to get them pregnant. After a heat, if the omega can not be found with child, she is returned home with money for taking her virginity. During one of these selection events, MC comes in the stead of his sister due to her no longer being fit. It's just to save face. The king decides to select MC as one of the potentials, as thus far, a woman has not been able to give him a child. Perhaps a male omega can.

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A series of circumstances had resulted in Jaden standing in way in a grand hall with a table to dine with the King. A male omega, not having yet debuted was instructed by his parents to hold face with the royals over his sisters transgressions. An omega who had lain before her assignment, Jaden held no ill will of his sister. It was...romantic, in his mind. He knew she had fancied the Alpha who she had interest in, and though he wasn't of the stock his parents would prefer, his proposal to the royal would do to rectify it.

When he'd walked into the room, he was on display - in most rooms, really. Jaden stood tall and sought to be nothing but a wallflower. What he was always spoke volumes though and despite his attempts, he stood out, and was watched. It was no different in this event; even the King had considered him. But Jaden knew of the... situation. A mate who could not given the King an heir meant they were looking for alternatives to produce one. Jaden figured with this being the situation, he was going to leave shortly after selections were made.

He had no inkling he would be one of said selections.

He'd been escorted to a room in the palace and had spent 3 days there to himself. He'd been assigned a maid and was...checked over for proper health and pureness. It had been awful but Jaden knew it was something he would experience at some point, and though it made him feel shamed and found it traumatic, he reminded himself a first claiming would be worse and to come to grips with it.

His mother had come the day before and conveyed to him the arrangement. An agreement had exchanged hands with the King. He would stay here and find three possibilities; being asked to leave, laying with him and being rejected, or laying with him and boring a child. It was...what he expected for his life, though, in some ways not so. He never thought himself a second...or a third...fourth perhaps? Then again, he never though he'd catch the eye of royalty.

And yet, here he found himself lost in his thoughts until the sound of a door clicking grabs his attention. The King walks into the room to greet him and Jaden falls into a respectful bow, keeping his shoulders straight so his face would remain upward, though his eyes were out of play "Your majesty." He greets and doesn't stand until asked - oddly so by the touch of two fingers to his chin.

Jaden is startled, grey eyes tipping up in some surprise he draws inward, moving to stand. "You flatter me, your majesty.." Jaden answers softly, for truly he did, a smile hiding softly in response.

"Jaden, though I will accept any name you prefer.."
 
I want to play some guys side fuck for some smut writing!
 
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The start of some dub-con and bdsm

"Hi, my name is Jack, I'll be your waiter this evening."

Jack is all smiles as the night starts. Friday nights are his favorite at the The Clove Club for they're often packed with people. The Patronage were men and women with wealth, and for Jack, a 22 year old male putting himself through school, Fridays and Saturdays were his favorite kind of shift. It's 8:17 PM and he has a number of tables in full swing, one of which includes a couple. They're both attractive; the woman is a blonde knockout with a well shaped chest and the man is adorned in a suit that seems to hide a collection of muscle. Jack's preferences make him so he can appreciate both these things.

As the night continues on though, his admiration for them deteriorates. It's one of those dates that don't seem to be going well, and the male of the two is a bit of a prick with his board disinterest. Jack hated people like that - why not have a conversation to fix it? To politely finish the evening? The woman seemed so nervous, he felt bad for her.

As appetizers turned into meals, the male of the pair's tone also seemed to extend to him, and Jack wasn't a fan. By the time the meals were done and it was time for dessert, Jack stood there, one hip cocked outward, bringing out his tabulation of pen and paper to take note of potential desserts.

"O-Oh, I'd like a desert." The poor thing tries to keep the conversation going. This guy just isn't even trying. Call it some form of righteousness, but at one point, the male excuses himself for a call. In that time, the woman also gets up, seeking to use the bathroom. Jack's eyes are on the table, in case there's a chance of abandonment, but he sees the man just outside the front door, and the woman really did go to the bathroom.

The table does however have a set of keys...

It's a bad impulse, but honey brown eyes do a dart around, snatching the keys and slipping them into his pocket. He isn't sure why, but he just wants to inconvenience this entitled prick. The date ends, and the bill is paid. Jack steams a bit at the lack of tip. It happened, tips weren't required, but fuck, this guy was a piece of work.

Jack excuses himself from his shift and leaves. This guy needed to pay, and inconvenience was the name of the game. He wasn't stupid enough to steal the car, no, but who would find out if he climbed into that car, drove it off, and parked it in the middle of no where some 15 - 20 minutes away? Sounded fair. He was entitled to a 30 minute break after all. Jack looks smug as he darts off in his uniform, keys in hand. With the car located, hazel eyes are bright with delight as he unlocks the vehicle and reaches a hand out to pull the front door open.
 
CRAVING: Ancient Rome. Here's one of my available prompts.

Aelius once thought himself a man destined for great things. Third son to a wealthy Roman family, there was very little he wanted for growing up. Horses and servants, little responsibility and time to focus on appearances, Aelius felt himself a fortunately soul. He was of the age of adulthood when he found himself falling pray to his father's ill managed estate affairs. A moon ago, he and his sisters were taken from his home to settle a debt to another family estate. One of his sisters was taken as a promised wife for their boy, his eldest sister and he were not so lucky. Aelius was sold to a slave handler not two days later, and no amount of screams or demands could get him free of the handler's servants. He did not see his sister again...his mother couldn't even bare to look at him.

Aelius was beautiful...far more beautiful than other men at the age of 21. His skin was sun-kissed, his hair a set of curls he tended to keep long, for his mother often teased him of being beautiful like Achilles. Freckles fluttered across his face and skin like stars in the night sky. Blue eyes were warm and rivaled the blue of the sea to the south of where he once called home. He knew why he had been sold to the handlers... and found himself sick with worry each night he was corralled into a cage, kept separate from the slaves that looked fit to do hard labor. He was not such a slave...and he already knew where they would try to find interest for him.

"I won't wear it." He had stated, acid to his tone as two of the handlers gripped his arms and slapped him behind the knee. They didn't want to ruin the look of him, though his continued disobedience didn't work well with them.

"Boy-" One snarled. "You will dress as you're told. Best to sell you off now, you're already too old."

Aelius gasps when the other handler slides a hand up his backside, squeezing his flesh, fingers sliding over his hole in a way that caused the boy to feel true disgust. Hot breath teases his ear in a whisper. "Best do what he says... you'll be lucky to be sold as a private slave. The longer you stay," fingers rub over his hole, the other grasping his neck to keep him close, feeling the handlers cock press against his hip "The more likely we'll take turns with you."

It was what needed to be said for Aelius to slip into the fine white silks, letting the handlers turn his hair in the fashion of a woman to fetch the highest price. At noon on a day of leisure, Aelius is one of man slaves with a linked collar and linked ankles taken to market for the eyes of men and women to review for potential purchase.
 
Blue eyes stared in the mirror in mild disdain as he adorned himself in his wedding dress. Sam was beautiful - the youngest son of the Summerhill family, a man who enjoyed the company of other men. This desire in him put him in a situation where his family saw his worth as a woman to be sold off. Sam took pride in his interests and presenting himself in a way that would garner a man's attention. Even a bisexual wanted a bit of the fem, and so for Sam, it meant working on his figure...allowing his hips to be showcased, growing out his hair, and dressing the part. He was beautiful...so much so he was often confused for a woman.

This was what made the arrangement so easy.

Midday on the 27th, Sam walked down the isle in a stunning array of white for his husband to be. Under the veil, he took stock of the man he did not know, wondering what this man was made aware of. His eyes flitted to his father's face, wondering how cruel it would be if the man hadn't told his future spouse just what hung between his legs. The small affair was easy...and when his veil was tipped off his features, his arranged did look rather content with what he saw.

A small ceremony was followed by a meal with both families present. From there, Sam stepped into a car and left with his husband. He didn't know where they might find themselves - a honeymoon? A drive home? In any case, with wedding dress still on, the young man sits in the back seat with his intended, blue eyes dazzling as he sits in silence, too nervous to do anything else.
 
Vampire x Sacrifice Openner

Fantastic Fables amused the minds of many throughout all of the world. They told of unbelievable situations, creatures, and pacts. Jaden often wondered as he lay in his bedroom at home growing up if to those outside their town, their own situation beguiled in the same way.

The Town of Dunlarp was under the protection of a creature known for many things; an immortal that lived forever that had strict requests for his protection. The most notable was his request for blood and sexual pleasure, by both man and woman. Year over year, a 'Sacrifice' was selected to spend their year with their protector. For woman, this was a blissful reprieve of responsibility. There was often an unspoken list of women interested in the chance to tend to their protector, some even wishing to do so a second time for their short lives on this earth. For men, it was far more concerning an offer. When one came of age, there was a constant sense of worry every other year. Men...often did not make it home. And if they did, they were never the same for it.

"'Suppose we should hold the lotter'" Grentus muttered as men of age were made to meet in the Town's main hall. "I wish they'd call it something else." Thomas scoffed. "Lottery makes it sound like this were a prize to be one." Alex, a man now just having come of age for the selection. A sense of solemnness could be felt by many, their woman and families joining them. It was not atypical to find confrontation when a man was selected. Despite how some may feel bad for one selected, there was never really another willing to take their place. Though, secretly, a number of the Town's folk had no concerns over last years Scarface selection, a man with a streak of cruelty the town could do without.

Bang, bang. The swift sound of a mallet against the Town Hall podium silenced the sound of many discussions.

"Good eve all. With Ms. Tompkins return coming, we will be drawin' the name of the lad who will be the Towns sacrifice."

The sound of muttering returns.

"Quiet!" Silence returns as their Town Leader, a portly man looks out at the crowds. "Maggie here will drawn a name from the hat; same method as always."

There is always complaint, and dislike, and unrest amongst the crowd as this years woman pulls the name from the men. It was 2 weeks until Ms. Tompkins return. Often, the name was drawn in advance to give the family time to adjust to the change. If one supported the family, a letter would be written to their Protector to ensure arrangements could be made for them. With the man, it was more of a goodbye party...and a strict watch by the town that the man didn't get the idea of running off. Or, killing himself in advance...

"And the name is... " Maggie prolongs as delicate fingers work into the hall and select a single name. "Jaden Ulliel!"

For the men, often times, the sound of the name was a deathwish. Jaden is struct quiet where he sits in the hall, grey eyes growing wide at the sound of his name. It chills him - but what makes it worse was the sound of his mother a few heads to the left of him, who's breath cracked into tears.

It had been years since the selection had taken place from amongst the Ulliel name, and though his mother as a young bride had found herself in the lords embrace, for her son, she knew to be concerned.

The weeks from there are a whirlwind. Jaden feels like it were a funeral, really, with the way those around him look and stare, how discussions happen thereafter. He was a Scholar by heart, a lover of painting and fine things...surely, if the woman could survive, it couldn't be so unlikely for himself, could it?

"He's not so bad..." His mother whispered to him in the silence of his room one night, her visiting his home to work through how she would take care of his small home in his absence. He almost felt like perhaps he should write out a will, to leave all he had to his parents, or even his siblings... "I found him quite charming, really.."

Jaden's cupid bow lips pinched into a purse at the look of fondness from his mother. He knew the whispers of how the woman were treated. He didn't make him feel better...

The morning of the exchange, a dark carriage makes it way down from the castle point to the right of their town. Two large horses draw it closer, a hooded young man steering it to Dunlarp. As it stops in Town, Ms. Tompkins steps from its interior, a soft smile to her face, before she nearly runs into the arms of her family.

Jaden stands non too far from their glee, his hair short, with an array of soft waves; near curls. His features freckled and sun-kissed from his desire to be out in the sun.

With one excited hello, there is another tearful goodbye, where Jaden hugs his family and thanks them for all they had done for him, before he steps into the carriage and takes a seat, willing himself a brave face to save himself from the growing fear and apprehension each step of the horse's hoof makes.
 
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"Is our sex too tame?"

It's a question that shatters the opulence of a Friday night standing over LA at The Standard, rooftop bar and lounge. Jaden Ulliel, a man of 25 is adorned in dark clothing, his hair set back beyond the typical casual look to match his love interests style. Friday nights were date nights and Jaden took the time to elevate himself to what his friends would affectionately call his 'sugar daddy'. Drago Van Hellsin was a previous client at 515 Photocrop gone rogue after a 1 hour shoot that resulted in so much more for the young photographer.

He was an older man, chiseled in a way Jaden wasn't, with a demeanor that fit for the otherwise fast paced photographer. Drago was a calm Jaden wasn't and he appreciated that of the man. He had appreciated it more when a set of baggage had reared its ugly head more than a few times to consideration and a welcoming responsiveness.

Jaden had an issue with tight spaces. He hadn't always, but a rather bad breakup of a year and a half relationship attached to a college sweetheart had conditioned Jaden into fight or flight responses. Jaden couldn't do tight spaces and upon realizing that, Drago did what he could to keep Jaden out of those situations, bless his soul. Two days ago however they had found themselves in the unavoidable and Jaden had shut down.

An elevator in one moment turned from light affair to an actual prison when a networking night required a series of gift favors to be brought up for guests. Gift favors packaged in boxes, upon boxes, upon boxes until there were so many boxes a cart felt like a death trap when it pressed into the elevator and took away Jaden's breathing room. He thought he could keep it together but those 7 floors were like hell. First it was the breathing...the eyes widening. Perhaps there was shaking too, he didn't know. He could feel himself pacing, his head bowing down, trying to make heads or tails of a line of escap-

Pressure.

Pressure, hard and distinct took him by the back of the neck and pressed him down. Down, onto one knee, down, onto the other. Down still, shoulders down, back bent, head to the floor, head down.

Panic turned into a wicked thread of arousal that hit Jaden so hard he felt sick. Actually sick, throw up your lunch kind of sick. The dark dress pants were suddenly too tight, the sickening feeling continued and Jaden was overwhelmed with sensory inputs. His heart? Beating. His trousers? Far too tight...and then that sweet smell of masculine musk and cologne. Voices heard and ignored...grey eyes watering tangentially deferred to dryness. A different kind of look passes over grey eyes as they look up, sharp, dry in the throat as he gazes up at a lover who looks down at him, down where he is on the floor, blue eyes bloody knives when usually so comforting.

Ding.

The elevator is freedom and Jaden's up and off as soon as he's able to get out from under that god forsaken hold. A hold that makes him feel dizzy in a completely different way. Jaden's rush to the bathroom results in him nearly hurling from the mix of such strong emotions, but he abstains, making his way to the sink instead, splashing water on his face, grey eyes peering in the mirror at the sentinel by his side.

They don't talk about it - Jaden doesn't either, not even sure if there was an it. But there was a difference from then onward.

Did he always grab my neck like that? Jaden wonders as they move about the event, a hand on his back, ushering. A hand on his neck, dominating. Innocent enough touches turned not so innocent by a mind who wonders will he do it again? To the floor, on your knees, terrible rather taboo thoughts his sweet sugar daddy likely didn't understand. Their sex was sweet, Drago was a considerate lover, surely the thought wouldn't even cross his sweet and calm mind.

"Is our sex too tame?"

And yet there it was. Jaden is nearly blindsided with the shot of grey mouse in his glass, his chest heaving in a panic response. How did one answer that question? Grey eyes filled with unease look to blue eyes which are assessing from their quiet little place, calm as always.

"...I'd be willing to get into stuff like that with you, if you wanted me to."

Jaden swallows. Brows pinch, lips part. What did one say to that? "You don't have to." Jaden states, ever the good boyfriend, not realizing the unsaid assumption Drago had made over Jaden's responses to the hold. Like a true worrier, Jaden just assumed Drago knew his inner thoughts and was admitting to something he could have deflected. He'd make a terrible businessman.

"Our sex is great, you're so considerate and sweet and we don't have to change anything." A pause...an assessing and open gaze. "...Unless you want to try it too…?" No words on the preverbal 'it' - he was making himself too easy to read, tsk.
 
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