The sun seemed to rise as it always has. The bright light coming through the window even with the curtain closed. The light always seemed brighter then it had intended. I could never figure out if it was trying to wake me from the depths of a shadow or just say hello.
I opened my eyes only for a second. The light burned, appearing way brighter than normal. The sun light always burned bright but when I was able to look away all I could see was starts in my eyes. It didn't take long before the faint knock on my door seemed to pull me from what ever trance I was in. Limping over to the door I opened it slowly. The tall figure stood in the doorway. I rolled my eyes and went back into the room, the figured followed.
"how is it that we are two years into collage and you still haven't figured out how to get up on time?" Alex asked.
He walked over to the coffee pot sitting in the desk and began to make coffee. "you know that morning an I are never on talking terms Alex." I stated while walking to my dresser to get a pair of clothes. "besides it's not even 5am why are you over here so damn soon" I stated turning to look at him.
"you know that its leg day, and we must get an early start if we are going to make it to class on time” Alex said pouring a cup of coffee into a thermos and handing it to me.
"Jordan meeting us there then?” I asked picking up my bag from the corner of the desk and following Alex out into the hallway of the dorms.
"I would assume so” Alex said looking over his shoulders at me.
I rolled my eyes as we walking down the hallway.
* * *
"Come on Cameron you can do this" Jordan said as he stood by my head.
The dumb-bar hanging over my head was getting uncomfortably close to my neck. My arms began to shake as the bar only began to feel heavier. I looked up to him for support. He smiled at me with lust in his eyes. Something in me clicked. My arms Stiffened more than I knew was even possible.
"See I told you" Jordan said, the smiling turning more into a smirk.
"You were going to let that bar come down on me weren't you" I said sitting up.
"I knew it wasn't going to, so I didn't need to set in" Jordan said looking at me.
"Are you two done arguing like a old married couple" Alex asked from across the gym.
"Are you done yelling across the gym like we are the only one's here?" Jordan and I asked at the same time.
We stayed have been at the gym for about an hour or soo before we all had enough. We walked into the locker room. All of us headed for a shower. This is the part of the work out that I enjoy. The heat from the shower washing away all of the stress and panic from the workout. There is something spiritual about it that I find comforting.
"Are you guys ready to get going? I can't afford to be late to class again" Alex stated.
"How is it that your the first one up and ready before either of us and yet your somehow always late?" Jordan asked as we opened the door of the gym.
Alex pointed to me. I gave a mock offended expression before Jordan looked over to me. I shook my head to him though we all knew that it was true. Jordan gave me a smirk again before laughing in Alex direction.
"You know that you could just leave without him right?" Jordan Explained.
"But then our little camwan wouldn't be able to find himself to class" Alex said in a babyish voice.
"I would too find my way, I would just be like two hours late" I said looking at them.
They both began to laugh at me. We walked down the sidewalk as the sun began to appear over the horizon. As much as I am not a morning person and I hate being up before the sun is. getting to watch the sun rise, when all of the colors began to appear over the sky and the building. There really isn't anything more beautiful then that.
"You guys know that we are gonna have to take a shortcut to make it in time" Alex said looking over his shoulder at me.
"Alex I swear to god, if your talking about that damn ally again I'm going focus all of this chaos on your skinny ass" I said looking at him.
Jordan and Alex began to dye from laughter. I stopped and looked at them. "And what are you too laughing about" I asked Semi annoyed.
"Cam your a lot of things" Jordan started, "But scary isn't the words that come to mind" Alex finished.
"I can be scary when I want to be" I said with a huff.
"Yeah maybe in the cute and cuddle way" Jordan said while looking between Alex and I.
"There you are white-lighter" A deep demonic voice stated from the shadows.
"did you guys hear that too?" I asked looking at them.
"Hear what?" They both asked.
"I heard a deep disturbing voice" I said while looking around the ally way.
"They can't hear me" The voice said again.
I began to look more troubled by the moment. My head looked like I was tweaking. I was scanning every inch of the ally trying to figure out where it was coming from.
"Cameron are you okay?" Alex asked walking up and putting his hand on my shoulder.
I shoved it off, Still looking around every corner and shadow. I was slightly surprised that my neck didn't break with how fast my vision snapped from one area to another. "Show yourself" I screamed.
Jordan ran over to us with concern written on his face. "Who are you talking too?" He asked kneeling in front of mean.
A thousand or so Black particles began to appear in front of us. a Shadowy figured began to appear from the inside out. A black smokey fog began to hug the figure. The particles began to disappear as a man in all black appear in front of us. Alex and Jordan turned around shocked.
"What the fuck is this" Alex asked before his mind truly could catch up with his thoughts.
"Found you" The Figure said as he began to raise a Crossbow to us.
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26 year old guy looking for a dedicated 21+ literate MxM roleplay partner who wants to build something long-term: a story we're both still excited about six months in, not just six days.
Our leads need to be adults in every sense: 35–50 years old, written to actually read that age. Not "technically 35 but looks 24." I want the lived-in weight of that age range on the page.
Multi-paragraph / literate replies only. Looking for someone who treats dialogue as seriously as prose. Someone who can write a conversation that actually sounds like two people talking. Good dialogue makes a scene for me just as much as description does.
Give me flawed, layered, complex multi-faceted men: vices they can't shake, mental blocks they refuse to examine, moral inconsistencies they'll defend to the death. Guys who can be selfish, overbearing, possessive in ways that aren't clean or easily excusable. Characters messy enough to feel human, the kind who make questionable choices for understandable reasons. Little traces of toxic masculinity.
Open to almost any plot and setting as long as romance is a real, central thread and not window dressing. Be it enemies to lovers, friends to lovers ex-lovers to lovers or starting out lovers. My personal favorite themes revolve around action and thrillers with a strong slice-of-life current running underneath it, danger and domesticity sitting right next to each other.
Erotic scenes, themes and discussion of our characters is anticipated and gladly welcomed, but should by no means be the absolute central focus of everything we write. In my opinion, smut is only as good as the characters its being written for. I'm not looking for just porn with a story. I can also be a bit vanilla when it comes to the physicality of erotica.
By that I mean I'm not comfortable writing anything more extreme than dub-con, not a fan of taboo kinks or fetishes. i.e toys or any kind of object play, blood/cutting, etc, I'm into the psychological aspects of smut. Religious guilt, self-denial, commitment betrayals, internalized homophobia from all the ignorance that was beaten into their brains as kids, and the toll it takes on their mental state of being. Identity crises, shame, and fears of being outed, sorta thing.
Original characters expected, but I do write some canons, if you'd like me to. (Joel Miller, Arthur Morgan, Rick Grimes, Negan Smith, John Wick, Logan Howeltt, Steve Rogers and other characters in that ballpark, just ask!)
Faceclaims matter more to me than it might to most people, so let's actually talk it through together rather than picking in a vacuum. Real people only: actors, models, whoever catches your eye. Zero drawn, painted, AI-generated, or animated faces. I also want a faceclaim with real appeal, someone whose presence you're genuinely drawn to, since we'll be building boards around this man's face for the long haul.
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If you fall in love with your own characters, if you're after a partner for the long haul instead of a burst of hype that fizzles in two weeks, and this sounds like your kind of mess: leave a like or dm me directly and I pinky promise I'll get back to ya.
y/c and m/c are twins. They were the sons of a powerful CEO and a ruthless woman.
As kids, y/c and m/c were close. Sleeping in the same bed, changing together, doing everything together. They were known as “the twins” in the industry. Everyone knew their names.
Last year.. your mother and father had died in a car crash.
Instead of one or the other, both of them were listed in the will to run the company together.
That had been their father’s biggest mistake
Now.. all y/c and m/c do is fight. They rarely speak to each other. Constantly avoiding each other at all costs
but deep down.. they miss each other. They crave reconciliation. They want to be close again.
Y/C had been in love with m/c ever since their teen years.
Finally y/c brings up the distance that’s been growing over the past year…
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Yes this is a sexual rp- but it’s also lowkey emotional and cute and I do very much care about the plot.
Please don’t make it constantly sexual. Big turn off. Let the characters feel the emotion
I am 18+ all characters and participants must be 18+
M/c and y/c are identical twins. They have been inseparable since birth. Everyone thought it was cute.. until highschool. People thought it was weird that they rarely had many friends, always around each other instead of other people.
M/c came out as gay in highschool. Y/c accepted it but slowly started seeing m/c a bit differently..
Now.. they’re living together as adults.
Recently, both their parents passed away. M/c is handling it well.. but y/c isn’t. He seeks comfort in m/c way more than usual.
He’s paranoid. Constantly pulling m/c close even through the night, sitting outside the bathroom during his showers.
Slowly.. y/c started craving more intimate attention. He wanted to feel as close to m/c as possible, even if that means sexually.
He confesses his feelings to m/c.. and he tells him “you know I can’t say no..”
he begs him not to.. that it will ruin their relationship. That their parents would be disappointed if they were alive.
But m/c can’t say no to y/c.. and y/c takes it as consent anyway.
How will their relationship survive this huge change? Will it survive? Will it evolve?
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Yes this is a sexual rp- but it’s also lowkey emotional and cute and I do very much care about the plot.
Please don’t make it constantly sexual. Big turn off. Let the characters feel the emotion
Two mafia heirs. One is pure ruthlessness. The other? Merciless to the core. They rule different worlds. But when fire meets fire… something has to burn.
Arnav Nair, the silent storm of the Indian underworld, arrives in Italy for a wedding—his best friend's celebration. Suited in black, jaw sharp as a knife, eyes colder than death and mere earrings more expensive that somebody's rundown payment. He comes for one night. One event.
But that plan shatters the moment Niccolo Ferrari sees him. Mafia boss of the Italian underworld. From across the grand hall, Niccolo's eyes lock onto the stranger. He smells of danger, beauty and trouble. And Niccolo? He has a weakness for pretty things.
But he doesn't just want Arnav. He wants to own him. Dominate him.
But what Niccolo doesn't realize yet is that Arnav belongs to no one. He's not prey. He's a beast wrapped in silk. And beasts don't bow. They bite.
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Themes: Twins, Con Artists, Posing as Escorts, Lust/Love at First sight
‘A sucker born every minute …’
Words coined by one con man, exemplified by another. Aptly named Porsche Kittisawad. He and his identical twin, Khem, are notorious con artists who infiltrate clubs to swindle high profile targets out of their money by posing as exotic dancers. When the police put out a warrant for their arrest, they agree to one more score and get into a party to rob the highest marks of all, the Theerapanyakuls.
Chatra and Kinn Theerapanyakul preferred the quick, swift company of one-night stands for comforts of the flesh rather than committed relationships that tended to end in a blaze of fire (or at the end of their guns) are made to endure a birthday party their brother sets up for them. What they don't expect is to have a pair of wild cards fall into their laps who perform tricks that hypnotize them into infatuation.
Magic trick that becomes destiny for phoenixes and dragons ...
Summary: Dom!Isack X Sub!Male: Jonathan is Isack's race engineer at VCARB, whom Isack loves. However, there is a 10-year age gap between the two, so Jonathan doesn't think Isack is mature enough for him, plus he values his career in F1 and doesn't need the fact that he's sleeping with one of RedBull's top rookies getting out.
Warnings: Smut 18+, MDNI
A/N: This one has been a long time coming. With Christmas, New Year, and Uni just absolutely eating up all my time. But I'm back now and ready as hell to get these ideas made. Looking forward to what 2026 has to offer here!
Word Count: 2125
This song inspired the steamy scenes, so keep it in mind when reading!
Breaking: F2's Isack Hadjar to fill vacant seat at VCARB after Liam Lawson's promotion to Red Bull for the 2025 season.
Jonathan sees the notification flash up on his phone. He already knew this, of course, because he was the one who fought tirelessly for Isack to take the place. But it was still heartwarming to see his cheesy, toothy grin on the announcement, nonetheless.
Hadjar climbed out of the car and took off his helmet, face flushed, dripping with sweat. If he wasn't about to start screaming at him, Jonathan would have found the sight hot.
"MERDE! The car drives like crap!" Hadjar exclaims.
"We'll..." Jonathan tried to explain.
"Well? Well? Look, I told you about this shit last week, and we come here with the same fucking problems," Hadjar continues.
"Calm it, mate. We're working on it, but you can't be like this." Jonathan said, trying to diffuse the situation.
*pfffft* Hadjar scoffs as he storms off.
"Right, everyone, let's get back to it and get this fucking car right before quals tomorrow," Jonathan announced to the team as the hustle and bustle in the garage picked up after the little outburst.
Jonathan exited the garage into the paddock and straight to Isack's changing room in the VCARB hospitality. He swung the door open, where he was met with the bare bum of Isack as he changed out of his race suit.
"The hell are you doing? There are still 30 mins of the session. Get that back on now." Jonathan demanded.
Hadjar, still naked, turned to jonathan closing the distance to a few inches "Fix the car and then I'll get back in it" Hadjar bent down and pulled some tight grey boxers up ", and don't you ever tell me what to do again"
"Listen here, you little shit, I'm your superior in every way, so you listen to what I say, when I say it! Okay?"
A smirk stretched across Hadjar's face as he pulled up some pale blue denim jeans, which, in Jonthan's opinion, hugged his ass beautifully, but he would never tell him that.
"youre so cute when you get annoyed" Hadjar responded
"And that can stop as well, just cause were some of the only gays on the team, doesn't mean I wanna sleep with you", Jonthan replied, frustratedly. Because he knew he wanted to, but he couldn't, not whilst Isack was so immature. Hadjar had to wait before he got his own way.
Hadjar closed the distance between him and Jonathan again and whispered in his ear, "1237, 9PM" before he threw his shirt on and left.
Jonathan stood in the hallway outside room number 1237; the only thing that went through his mind was whether he had the right number, because Isack was taking his sweet time to open the door.
The door swung open, suddenly revealing Isack in the same jeans as before and an unbuttoned linen shirt revealing his beautifully tanned and surprisingly toned abs.
"Are you waiting for something? Come in." Isack said, standing off to the side just enough for Jonathan to squeeze through, meaning he had to brush against his semi-exposed body.
When Jonathan entered the room, he was met with an ice bucket chilling a bottle of Moet and two crystal champagne flutes. He feels the strong, tense arms of Isack wrap around his chest and squeeze tightly, constricting him. Isack nestled his head between Jonathan's shoulder blades.
"What is this?" Jonathan questioned, spinning around to look at Isack.
"What do you think it is, amour? I've seen the way you look at me. I'm just giving you all that you want." Isack replied. As he moved his hands from Jonathan's obliques to his hips. He pulled them close together, the height difference prominent as Isack strained his neck to look up.
"I don't know what you think, but I don't want this between us. Christ, I'm 10 years older than you, and if your trainer, god forbid, THE team finds out I've been sneaking bubbly with you, then there goes my career." Jonathan retorted. "You're practically a child, Isack."
He squeezed his hands tightly around Jonathan's waist, causing him to wince. "I'm many things, amour, but I'm not a child", as he quickly ran a hand up Jonathan's back, gripped his neck and pulled him in for a rough, passionate kiss.
Jonathan's frustrations towards Isack melted away as he worked his way deeper into the kiss. His hands roamed Isack's body, from the muscle that draped his hips, to his tense abdominals, to his doughy, pliable pecs. He worked them as he flicked his thumb over Isack's perfectly rounded nipples as they stiffened.
"nughhhhh" Isack moaned into Jonathan's mouth. They both separated as a string of saliva bridged their lips before it broke, landing on their chins. Jonathan took the back of his hand and wiped it off before taking his thumb and clearing Isack's and sucked the wetness from his thumb.
Urges plagued Jonathan's mind as he fought tirelessly to suppress them. "I want to, but I can't mate. I have too much on the line to be prancing around with a young man like yourself".
"I'M... I'm not a 'young man'. I'm an adult, and I'm telling you that youre having this." Isack replied.
"Ooo, look at you being all dominant." Jonathan teased as he planted another rough peck on Isack's lips.
"Take your shirt off now." Isack demanded.
"Isa..."
Isack grabbed Jonathan by the cheeks firmly, "Now".
Jonathan obeyed his command. He took his shirt off and folded it neatly over the hotel chair.
"Now your pants"
He took off his pants and did the same with them. Jonathan was now stood in just a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Isack scanned his physique. The scattering of curly, black hair on his chest, the toned abs (arguably more toned than Isack's) and the neat, shaved snail trail that led deep into Jonathan's boxer briefs. "Are you going to do the same?".
"tut, tut, tut" Isack wagged his finger. "I'm in control here, I'll take my stuff off when I want."
This caused an involuntary twitch in Jonathan's briefs, which caught the eye of Isack. He bit his bottom lip and placed his hand over Jonathan's growing, straining bulge. "Someone likes it when I'm in charge, it seems" Isack giggled "Tell you what, seeing how you enjoy the idea so much, I'll undress for you, amour."
He slipped his linen shirt off his shoulders, unbuckled his belt with one hand, undid the button and zipper to his jeans, allowing them to fall to the floor with a thud, revealing his grey boxer briefs.
Jonathan couldn't help but stare at Isack's lower half. His muscular, hairless thighs, his thick cock that throbbed against the fabric and yearned for its freedom. "Get on the bed Jonathan"
He obliged immediately as he crawled onto the white, fluffy queen-sized bed. He lay on his back, propping himself up with his elbows. He palmed his aching cock through his briefs.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Isack snapped. "Did I tell you you could touch yourself? I don't remember doing that."
A silent moan escaped Jonthan's mouth at the sheer dominance of the young driver.
Isack turned to the set of drawers behind him. His voluptuous ass jiggling with the momentum of the turn, adding to the building pressure of Jonathan's groin. He turned back around to face him, holding a bottle of lube and a condom.
"Take off your briefs". Jonathan did just as commanded. His 6-inch cock sprang to life and slapped his stomach when the waistband cleared it. A smile crept across Isack's face as he did the same. Only he revealed a 7.5-inch, thick, hairless dick.
He placed the condom packet in his teeth and teared free. Placing it at on his tip, he rolled it down with one swift stroke. It barely made it to the base. He approched the bed and swirled his finger at Jonathan.
Jonathan understood and spun round, serving Isack the toned, muscular ass he was after.
Isack opened the tube up and squeezed a dollop of lube on his middle finger. Without warning, he pounced onto the bed and dove his finger straight into Jonthan's ass causing him to whince and moan.
"UGHHHHH... FUCK, careful," Jonathan pleaded.
Isack began slowly as he worked his finger in and out of Jonathan's hole, feeling it tense around him. "Oh, you haven't learned, have you?" He took his free, left hand and SMACKED Jonathan's ass cheek. "Every time you try to tell me what to do, or how to act. You get a smack. Do you understand?", as he carried on working his finger, adding his ring finger to the mix.
"Nughhhhh, yes"
*SMACK*. "Yes, what?"
"y... yes, Sir", Jonathan pushed out.
"Good boy. Now relax, I'm going to take good care of you". Isack continued to finger fuck Jonathan's tight hole. moans from the pair (as Isack took just as much pleasure in the act as Jonathan got from receiving it).
"F...F...FUCK" Jonathan moaned.
"You want that? You want me to fuck you senseless? Is that what you're asking for?" Isack teased.
"Do what you want with me, Sir. Im all yours"
Isack recoiled his fingers as he fumbled to find the lube. He undid the cap again, squirting a large amount on Jonathan's now gaping hole. He scooped some for himself and worked it into his cock.
He took both of Jonathan's hands, crossed them, and lined his throbbing member at his entrance. With one quick motion, he crammed all 7.5-inches deep into Jonathan.
"UGHHHHHHHHH. FUCK" Jonathan cried, not expecting the liveliness of the young man.
Isack released a deep, guttural moan of his own as Jonathan's hole tightened around his shaft. He slowly began to move his cock in and out, going from tip to balls, no inbetween.
"OH MY GOD." The pleasure of the act took a vice-like grip over Jonathan's body. each thrust sending new waves across his nerves.
Isack sped up, going from steady to fast. The slap of skin, his thighs against Jonathan's ass, his balls bouncing off of him with every thrust inward. "Good boy... good boy... good boy" is all the young Frenchman could repeat.
He grabbed Jonathan's hips (more to increase the speed than depth because he couldn't physically get any deeper) and carried on. Sweat covered their bodies. It glistened off of Isack's toned, tense torso. beads dripping down him, His dark brown curls saturated as he, animalistically, destroyed Jonathan's hole.
He wrapped his arms around Jonathan's body and spun them both around, meaning Isack was on the bottom. He never stopped, though. he carried on ploughing deep into Jonathan.
"Please don't stop. Fuck me!" Jonathan begged Isack. The bed squeaked with the fast-paced rhythm of the pair.
Jonathan was a mess, no thoughts in his mind other than the fact that he enjoyed every second of this encounter. "Keep going, I think I'm gonna cum."
Isack seemed to have lost his macho, dominant persona. The only thing on his mind. servicing Jonathan to completion. "UGH, fucking cum for me, baby!"
He slammed into Jonathan with the same ferocity. Steady and constant. everything Jonathan needed to cum.
"D...Dont stop Isack. Jesus im gonna cum. Im SO close. YES YES YES... FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK" And with that, he shot thick, hot ropes up his saturated torso as it dripped off onto Isack below.
This tipped Isack over the edge as his thrusts became desperate and sloppy. "FUCK AMOUR IM GOING TO.... UGHHHHH". He filled the condom and then some as it came spilling out the sides. He carried on with slower, shallower thrusts, riding out his immense high. He slowly rocked his hips to a stand still. His throat raspy and dry as he gulped in air.
He helped Jonathan down onto the bed where the pair lay, sweaty, naked, and exhausted. Isack slowly slid the condom off, trying to avoid any extra sensations to his swollen, red tip. He tied it and chucked it in the bin before turning on his side to look at the bewildered Jonathan who was still trying to comprehend the fucking he'd just recieved.
"Could a 'young man' do that amour?" They both chuckled before nestling into a comparatively tender cuddle. Isack kissed Jonathan's pec before swiftly falling asleep.
A/N: WOAH, that was fun to write! I CANNOT wait to write more. Like always, if you have any suggestion please feel free to comment or message any drivers + scenarios you wish to see!
A big thank you to @footballf1 for this suggestion.
Guys, I’m so happy to finally say that my new book is out! 😭😭
The Art of Becoming has been living in my head and in my heart for a long time. Arthur and Johannes are characters I grew incredibly attached to. Writing their story was an, intense, sometimes tender process, and genuinely a joy! 💜
This is a book about healing, intimacy, and the slow, difficult work of learning how to let yourself be seen. About becoming, even when it’s scary.
I loved writing every part of this story (okay, some of those parts were a pain in the ass lol), and I truly hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed bringing these characters to life. Thank you to everyone who’s supported me, encouraged me, or simply listened to me ramble about this book along the way. 😅😂
The cover art was created by @ladylluan , who perfectly captured both my characters and the mood I wanted the cover to convey.
