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Moon
- Joined
- Aug 29, 2024
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Times are weird and I'm looking for a creative outlet. Specifically, I'm after a blend of dark content paired with soft, squishy affectionate crap. I crave complicated characters who will love and protect each other, despite their own toxicity.
》Quick Stats . . .- DMs only
- Timezone: PST
- Gay male relationships
- Flexible post length
- Para to multi-para
- Multiple posts a day
- Story-smut balance
- Multiple characters / doubling
》Story, Smut, and Kink . . .As much as I love erotic writing, I prefer stories driven by plot and characters over raw smut. Slow-burn romances and slow build-ups are always adored, and I'm also into stories involving little to no smut, provided the romance is engaging. That said, I do love incorporating kink into stories. These kinks don't need to be overtly sexual, either. Things like hurt/comfort, wound care, significant age gaps, inter-species (monsters, aliens, etc), body horror, gender fuckery, etc.
Note: I'm a gay man looking to write gay male relationships. I'm really not interested in stories that heavily fetishize or stereotype these kinds of dynamics, nor am I interested in assigning hetronormative roles onto queer male pairings. This includes strict Dom/top/masc and sub/bottom/femme archetypes. While those are perfectly valid preferences for people to have, I'm interested in exploring a wider scope and diversity of queer relationships.
》Post Length and Frequency . . .I'll try for at least one post a day, usually more. I understand that scenes do tend to ebb and flow, and that it's not always possible to keep a consistent post frequency. If life is keeping me too busy to reply within a day, I'll let you know OOC. As far as post length goes, I fall into the 'write as much or as little as required to move the scene forward' school of thought. A fast-paced, dialogue-heavy section might see shorter, quicker posts. A slower, more sensory-rich section will see longer posts. Things are generally fairly dynamic with me, but I'll always make sure you have enough to sink your teeth into.
》Characters . . .While I do have some repeats, usually I create a fresh character for each scene. I do tend to double-up a lot in my role plays. I'll have one or two main characters and any number of named, recurring side-characters. I ask that these named side-characters remain mine to control, as I usually have some story-goal / purpose in mind when I introduce them. I'm happy to play Doms, subs, and switches, as well as tops, bottoms, vers, and sides. I can play characters with strict preferences, although I generally do prefer a bit more fluidity. I'm also not a big fan of imposing heteronormative roles onto queer characters.
》Communication is Key . . .I'm always open to OOC chatter. In fact, I strongly encourage it. If some part of the role play isn't working for you, or if there's something that you'd like to see more or less of, let me know and I'll change things up. If I'm unable or uninterested in continuing a role play, I'll politely let you know. Ultimately, I'll communicate my desires and thoughts to you and I'd appreciate the same courtesy.
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If it's not on one of these lists, pitch it anyway. I'm pretty open to a lot of things. The only real exception to that is fandom; there are very few existing universes that I'm interested in or comfortable writing in. With the few fandoms I am interested in, I'm only down for playing OC x OC pairings.
》Pairings . . .- Bodyguard / Client
- Agent / Handler
- Scientist / Experiment
- Priest / Sinner
- Authority / Punk
- DILF / DILF
- Cop / Criminal
- Polyamory / throuples
- Incest
- Father / son
- Brother / brother
- Inter-species
- Aliens, robots, anthros, supernatural, etc
- Self-cest
- Clones, copies, multiverse, etc.
》Themes . . .- Family drama
- Found family
- Dysfunctional relationships
- Complicated relationships
- Taboo relationships
- Hurt / Comfort
- Trauma and recovery
- Slow-burn romance
- Dramatic age differences
》Genres . . .- Medieval / Traditional Fantasy
- Historical fantasy
- Science Fiction
- Cyberpunk / Dystopian Future
- Crime Noire, Mystery
- Modern Drama
- Horror / Paranormal / Supernatural
- Fandom
- Fallout
- The Elder Scrolls
》Disinterests / No thanks . . .- Magical schools
- College / university / school
- Royal intrigue
- Arranged marriage
- Heavy anime vibes
- Omegaverse (I do enjoy some Omegaverse themes and concepts, however)
- Heavy BL / Yaoi vibes (Queer male relationships from the lens of / for the consumption of female viewers)
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Story heavy scenes that are open to varying levels of smut and a wide arrangement of kinks.
Story heavy scenes with a focus on smut and taboo kinks.
Limerence (warning: heavy BDSM and sadomasochism): a young man (MC) has an astounding supernatural healing ability coupled with a severe sexual masochism disorder. Naturally, he's found gainful employment at one of the seediest S&M clubs imaginable. When one of his clients (YC) develops an obsession with him, he hatches a plan to kidnap the kid.
Nancy Boy (warning: BDSM focus): Isaac Hale (MC) is damn good at his job. And that job just happens to involve sexually dominating men twice his age. A vicious power-bottom, Isaac is enjoys pushing his subs to the very limit; exploring pain and humiliation-based kinks with masochistic clients and partners alike. But sex-work is hardly a safe career, nor is it the most emotionally fulfilling, and increasingly Isaac has found himself yearning for more from his life. This story would be predominantly character-driven, exploring trauma, sexuality, and the relationship between client and escort.
Build-a-Girlfriend (warning: non-con, force-femme, Stockholm/Lima, (intelligent) monster fucking): After surviving a werewolf encounter, a young man (YC) wakes up chained up in a basemen owned by a dysfunctional autobody mechanic, werewolf, and literal serial killer. Due to his violently regressive upbringing, Trent (MC) is pretty deep in the closet. Desperate for a mate and refusing to acknowledge his own sexuality, Trent is twisted up enough to believe that he can turn his captive into his perfect, feminine life-mate. All previous prisoners have failed to live up to his expectations. Maybe this time things will be different. This scene would heavily involve forced feminization and anal training, and would work best with a human character who can hold his own and eventually psychologically dominant the werewolf.
Sharkbait (warning: non-con, Stockholm/Lima, mPreg, (intelligent) monster fucking): a merman (YC) is taken captive by a hulking anthropomorphic sharkman (MC). The merman's biology allows him to carry the shark's offspring to term, which is exactly what the shark decides to use him for.
Black Mass (warning: heavy and dark content, horror-porn, non-con, (intelligent) monster fucking): located on a remote island off the eastern seaboard, St. Patien's is an enigmatic complex where members of the Order of Mors Omnibus train the next generations of Exorcists. Their methods are brutal; the process unforgiving. Father Callahan (MC), a humourless monster-hunter, is tasked with welcoming a new (likely unwilling) Initiate into the program. Under his guidance, the Initiate will either flourish or parish.
Blood Rites (warning: (intelligent) monster fucking): a Minotaur mercenary rescues a young man from a group of cultist. As a side-effect of the interrupted ritual, the human has developed a strange new power that only manifests during sex: the ability to heal his partner's injuries. Since that's not the sort of asset you just toss away, the beast decides to keep the boy around. A symbiotic relationship developers from there; the beast protests the man, the man heals the beast.
Family Matters (warning: incest): down on his luck, a young man moves in with his estranged father after years spent apart. When the young man discovers his father's trove of BDSM gear, he begins to catfish his father online. Eventually, they meet in person at a sex club, where the son keeps his face hidden behind a gimp hood. The two begin a clandestine affair, while the son endeavours to keep his true identity a secret.
Vanishing Point (warning: incest): a detective (MC) and and son (YC) are trying to survive a Lovecraftian apocalypse. After escaping the city, they seek shelter in the family cabin.
Brotherly Bonds (warning: incest): estranged younger brother shows up on the older brothers doorstep looking for help, although he's being pretty tight-lipped about the trouble that he's in. The older brother lets him crash at his place for a few days. At the same time, the older brother is involved in a rapidly deteriorating relationship with a woman. As his romantic life falls apart, he finds himself drawn more and more to his brother. -
Vanishing Point
Three weeks ago, Morgan had watched a man in lockup beat his own head against a metal bench until the side of his skull had caved inwards. They'd managed to restrain him, and Morgan could still remember just how fucking feral the bastard had looked with half his face swollen, one eye bugged out and facing the wrong direction. The man had slipped into a coma on route to the Massachusetts General Hospital, and two days later he'd died in a fit of convulsions. Morgan had seen his share of shit in his long career, but the pure, raw ferocity of that man had unsettled him; never in his life had he seen someone so determined to pry open their own brain-box.
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"This city's going fucking insane, Buchanan." Bradshaw had said to him one week later. They'd been sitting in the front of an unmarked car, drinking lukewarm coffee and watching the siren's scream in front of a brownstone on the north end.
It had been a real meat-grinder, too. A husband, wife, and a 12-year-old boy had been found cleaved up on the floor of their apartment. They'd died at the hands of their 15-year-old daughter and, as far as forensics could tell, the family had just sat there. They'd let it happen. Hack, slash, plop; each swing of that kitchen knife had cut away another piece of them, painting red the walls, the floor, the fucking ceiling.
When they'd taken the girl out, she'd been calm. Relaxed. She'd asked Morgan if she'd still be able to attend her swim-meet the following afternoon.
"Boston's always been fucking insane, Shaw." Morgan replied.
"It's getting worse."
'Yeah. Suppose it is."
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Last week, Clint Bradshaw had slipped the business end of his Glock 22 between his teeth. They'd all been standing in the briefing room, staring numbly at the increasing list of homicides on the whiteboard, when Clint had simply sauntered up to the front of the group.
"Morgan, buddy," Bradshaw had said. They'd been partners for the last six years and they'd always gotten along well enough.
"Clint." Morgan had replied, brows raised. They had never quite gotten into the habit of calling each other by their first names.
"Been fun, old man."
And then he'd blown his brains out across the case-board.
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It was 3:19 on a Wednesday afternoon and Morgan was doing 45 down Shawmut avenue, heading south from Beacon Hill. White knuckle grip on the wheel, the detective swerved around an SVU, lights flashing. Home. He had to get home. Captain Dalton had been the one to bring him up to speed.
Internal memo, she'd said. Keep it quiet. I'm risking a lot by telling you this, Morgan.
The National Guard was mobilizing. They'd be putting the whole damn city under lock-down. A quarantine zone, because Boston had come in fourth place in the marathon murder-spree that had been plaguing the nation. New York was a write-off and there were rumours -- un-fucking-substantiated rumours -- that a god damn warhead had gone off in the heart of Las Vegas. Meanwhile, hurricane-force winds had been beating against the eastern seaboard for the better part of a month. It was bad up in Boston; it was a hellscape down in Florida. Morgan would't be surprised if there was nothing left of Miami.
If the storms and the crazies didn't kill him, the National Guard surely would. Locking down a sprawling city like Boston would be a logistical nightmare. People were panicked, confused. They were stockpiling supplies and boarding up their windows, looting, fighting, drinking, fucking; in the span of 30-days, the city had gone full Biblical, and Morgan wanted to be far away once the real apocalypse started.
He made a sharp turn onto Massachusetts Ave. He'd follow that to Columbia, he'd follow that to Geneva, he'd follow that to Park Street in Dorchester. A sharp left onto a side road, two blocks down, and he screamed the car to a halt in front of the red brick townhouse that he shared with his son. Keys in hand, Morgan took the front steps in two's.
As he pushed open the front door, he said, "Tell me you're fucking home, kid."
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