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Despite that one little word, relax, Joseph nearly jumped out of his skin. Leo's voice was not one he'd been expecting. They hadn't been together for months.
"Maybe not a serial killer thing, but certainly frowned upon," he said as he pushed his hair back, head turning to peer at Leo when he pulled the curtain back. A part of him didn't want to admit that yes, he had missed the other.
He sighed heavily, looking Leo over. He looked unfairly good.
"What are you doing here, Leo? Breaking in at that?" Since he'd been given his key back ages ago.
Leo didnât flinch when Joseph startledâif anything, there was something almost satisfied in the way his gaze sharpened, like heâd expected it. Like heâd wanted to shake him, just a little.
He stayed where he was at first, fingers still hooked lightly into the edge of the curtain, steam curling around him in lazy ribbons. For a second, he just looked at himâreally looked. Like he was taking inventory of everything that hadnât changed⌠and everything that had.
Joseph still wore the same kind of tension in his shoulders. Still had that voiceâhalf dry, half guarded.
Leo exhaled slowly through his nose, a faint smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.
âYeah,â he murmured, voice low and unbothered. âIâve been told I have a talent for showing up in ways people donât expect.â
He stepped closer then, not quite into the spray of the water yet, but near enough that droplets caught on his skin, clinging to the sharp lines of his chest and collarbone. His presence filled the small space easilyâtall, solid, inescapable in that quiet, deliberate way.
Josephâs question hung there between them.
Leoâs expression shiftedânot softer, exactly, but something more honest edged through it. Less teasing. More⌠deliberate.
âI knocked,â he said after a beat, one brow lifting faintly. âYou didnât answer.â
A lie. Or at least, not the full truth. And he didnât seem particularly concerned about clarifying it.
His gaze dragged once, slow and unapologetic, over Joseph before settling back on his face.
âBesidesâŚâ he added, voice dipping just slightly, quieter now, closer. âYou gave the key back. Not the invitation.â
A pause. The faintest tilt of his head.
âSo I figured Iâd stop waiting for one.â
Iâm opening the door again and looking for new writing partners.
I write gay smut with a strong focus on character, power dynamics, chemistry, and slow-burn tension that actually earns the payoff. Think plotted threads, layered dynamics, and scenes that feel intimate because the characters do, not because things jump straight to the obvious.
Iâm especially interested in partners who enjoy: ⢠Collaborative plotting and world-building ⢠Long-term threads rather than drive-by scenes ⢠Dominance, vulnerability, control, surrender, and the psychology behind desire ⢠Mature characters with presence, flaws, and hunger ⢠Writing that balances erotic intensity with mood and voice
You donât need to be perfect or prolific, just communicative, enthusiastic, and genuinely interested in building something together. Iâm very open to brainstorming, adapting ideas, and finding dynamics that excite us both.
If this sounds like your kind of writing, feel free to reach out via ask or DMs. Tell me a little about what you like to write and what youâre craving right now. Iâm always more interested in curiosity and chemistry than checklists.
Letâs make something indulgent.
Iâm opening the door again and looking for new writing partners.
I write gay smut with a strong focus on character, power dynamics, chemistry, and slow-burn tension that actually earns the payoff. Think plotted threads, layered dynamics, and scenes that feel intimate because the characters do, not because things jump straight to the obvious.
Iâm especially interested in partners who enjoy: ⢠Collaborative plotting and world-building ⢠Long-term threads rather than drive-by scenes ⢠Dominance, vulnerability, control, surrender, and the psychology behind desire ⢠Mature characters with presence, flaws, and hunger ⢠Writing that balances erotic intensity with mood and voice
You donât need to be perfect or prolific, just communicative, enthusiastic, and genuinely interested in building something together. Iâm very open to brainstorming, adapting ideas, and finding dynamics that excite us both.
If this sounds like your kind of writing, feel free to reach out via ask or DMs. Tell me a little about what you like to write and what youâre craving right now. Iâm always more interested in curiosity and chemistry than checklists.
Letâs make something indulgent.
It had happened on a whim, joining the app. Having heard about it after giving a rather well-endowed guy a Prince Albert and asking where in the world he'd be able to find anyone willing to take that weapon, mostly in jest, he had joined it mostly to browse. Most of the guys on there were extremely attractive, but looking for something less than what he was looking for. Was it wrong to try to join the app to meet a hung guy that wanted a relationship? Or was it mostly just an app for people to get their rocks off? He hadn't been sure, but the second that Ben had messaged him, he had been intrigued.
The man was not like most of the others that had messaged him, first of all. Instead of immediately sending a dick pic, or asking about how many hung guys he had been with, he asked him questions. Regular, genuine questions. And slowly the two had exchanged messages back and forth, building a connection and flirting with one another until, eventually, Ben was asking him to come over to his place. The meaning behind it was unspoken, and while Luca wasn't necessarily looking for some immediate gratification, he was adamant that this thing with Ben was... not like any of those things with the other guys that messaged him.
Wearing a leather jacket over his white tank and skin-fitting jeans that hugged all the right spots on his body, he headed to the address and opened it and... almost immediately had to catch himself from letting his jaw drop. The man before him was handsome, excruciatingly so, and the way that the robe he wore showed off just enough had him wanting more.
"Wow... just... wow..." Luca couldn't help but say as he walked into the man's place, aware of where the night was heading... and hoping that it was the start of something more.
Turning around to face Ben, Luca couldn't help but let his tongue move to wet his bottom lip as he shrugged out of his leather jacket, exposing inch after inch of tattooed skin on his arms. "I feel like I'm a little overdressed. Maybe you can help me out with that?"
Ben watched Luca step inside like a man assessing fine art he was already considering purchasing. The compliment earned a low, pleased hum from the back of his throat, his hand sliding to close the door with an unhurried click behind them. He didnât miss the way Lucaâs eyes lingered, the way his composure slipped just slightly. Good. Ben preferred honesty in reactions. The robe hung open just enough as he shifted his weight, silk catching the light, deliberate without being desperate. âCareful,â he murmured smoothly, gaze dragging over the leather jacket, the tank stretched across muscle, the ink that told stories Ben intended to trace later. âIf you keep looking at me like that, Iâll assume you like what you see.â
When Luca shrugged off the jacket and exposed more of himself, Benâs eyes sharpened with appreciation rather than hunger. Hunger was easy. Control was art. He stepped closer, closing the distance until there was only a breath between them, fingers brushing lightly over Lucaâs forearm as if inspecting the tattoos rather than the man. âOverdressed?â Ben repeated, voice lowering. His hand drifted to the hem of Lucaâs tank, thumb hooking there but not pulling yet. He held Lucaâs gaze instead, testing, measuring, enjoying the tension stretched taut between them. âI can absolutely help with that,â he said softly, leaving the next move hanging in the air like a question Luca would have to answer with more than words.

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Iâm opening the door again and looking for new writing partners.
I write gay smut with a strong focus on character, power dynamics, chemistry, and slow-burn tension that actually earns the payoff. Think plotted threads, layered dynamics, and scenes that feel intimate because the characters do, not because things jump straight to the obvious.
Iâm especially interested in partners who enjoy: ⢠Collaborative plotting and world-building ⢠Long-term threads rather than drive-by scenes ⢠Dominance, vulnerability, control, surrender, and the psychology behind desire ⢠Mature characters with presence, flaws, and hunger ⢠Writing that balances erotic intensity with mood and voice
You donât need to be perfect or prolific, just communicative, enthusiastic, and genuinely interested in building something together. Iâm very open to brainstorming, adapting ideas, and finding dynamics that excite us both.
If this sounds like your kind of writing, feel free to reach out via ask or DMs. Tell me a little about what you like to write and what youâre craving right now. Iâm always more interested in curiosity and chemistry than checklists.
Letâs make something indulgent.
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Ben Dickinson approached the evening the way he approached most things in his life: curated, intentional, and indulgent. Luca Santoro had intrigued him from the first exchange on the app. The ink. The steady gaze. The quiet confidence that didnât beg for attention but commanded it anyway. Their messages had shifted quickly from clever banter to something heavier, thicker with implication. By the time Ben sent his address, it felt inevitable. He wanted Luca in his space, under his hands, against something solid and expensive. Tonight was not about subtlety. It was about indulgence. He dressed accordingly, shrugging into a black silk robe and leaving it loosely tied at his waist, bare skin beneath catching the low amber light of the living room. The fabric parted slightly when he moved, teasing the outline of what waited underneath. He didnât bother with anything else.
The townhouse was dim, music low and deliberate, the air carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne. Ben poured himself a drink but left it untouched on the marble counter, more interested in anticipation than alcohol. When the doorbell finally rang, he exhaled slowly, a satisfied smile pulling at his mouth. He walked to the door barefoot, silk whispering against his thighs as he moved. There was no hesitation when he opened it. And there Luca stood. Inked, composed, undeniably real. Ben let his eyes travel over him once, slow and unapologetic, before lifting his gaze to meet Lucaâs. The robe shifted slightly as he leaned one hand against the doorframe. âRight on time,â he murmured, stepping back just enough to invite him in, leaving the rest unsaid.
I know youâre out there somewhere. If youâve got an older male character who could use some love, curiosity, or trouble, feel free to slide into my DMs.
Cal never crowded him. He didnât need to. He closed the distance in increments so small they felt practical, almost unintentional. âStand like that,â he said evenly as he stepped behind him, adjusting his shoulders without quite touching. His hands hovered close enough to warm the air. âYouâre locking your knees. Thatâs why it feels off.â He moved slowly around him, correcting angles with a quiet word here, a tilt of his head there, watching closely. When his knuckles brushed the manâs wrist, it was brief, nearly accidental. Cal didnât apologize. He noticed the hitch in the breath, the fact that the man stayed exactly where he was.
âRelax,â Cal said, softer now. âIâve got you.â This time, when he reached out, he didnât hesitate. His hand settled at the manâs hip, firm and deliberate, grounding rather than demanding. No rush. No theatrics. Just contact, finally made, as if it had always been heading here, and theyâd both known it long before it happened.
Iâm opening the door again and looking for new writing partners.
I write gay smut with a strong focus on character, power dynamics, chemistry, and slow-burn tension that actually earns the payoff. Think plotted threads, layered dynamics, and scenes that feel intimate because the characters do, not because things jump straight to the obvious.
Iâm especially interested in partners who enjoy: ⢠Collaborative plotting and world-building ⢠Long-term threads rather than drive-by scenes ⢠Dominance, vulnerability, control, surrender, and the psychology behind desire ⢠Mature characters with presence, flaws, and hunger ⢠Writing that balances erotic intensity with mood and voice
You donât need to be perfect or prolific, just communicative, enthusiastic, and genuinely interested in building something together. Iâm very open to brainstorming, adapting ideas, and finding dynamics that excite us both.
If this sounds like your kind of writing, feel free to reach out via ask or DMs. Tell me a little about what you like to write and what youâre craving right now. Iâm always more interested in curiosity and chemistry than checklists.
Letâs make something indulgent.

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Iâm opening the door again and looking for new writing partners.
I write gay smut with a strong focus on character, power dynamics, chemistry, and slow-burn tension that actually earns the payoff. Think plotted threads, layered dynamics, and scenes that feel intimate because the characters do, not because things jump straight to the obvious.
Iâm especially interested in partners who enjoy: ⢠Collaborative plotting and world-building ⢠Long-term threads rather than drive-by scenes ⢠Dominance, vulnerability, control, surrender, and the psychology behind desire ⢠Mature characters with presence, flaws, and hunger ⢠Writing that balances erotic intensity with mood and voice
You donât need to be perfect or prolific, just communicative, enthusiastic, and genuinely interested in building something together. Iâm very open to brainstorming, adapting ideas, and finding dynamics that excite us both.
If this sounds like your kind of writing, feel free to reach out via ask or DMs. Tell me a little about what you like to write and what youâre craving right now. Iâm always more interested in curiosity and chemistry than checklists.
Letâs make something indulgent.
open starter! based on this gif (bottom version) open to: tops plot: your muse can be another noble, a servant or even someone dalvin picked on the streets - the important thing is that dalvin is obsessed with your muse's natural advantages when he is naked.
"How would someone be so stupid to the point of refusing such a thing of beauty?"
Dalvin liked to see the world in a rather poetic way. Not flowery and silly. He had a thing for giving coin to the poets who could really see the beauty in the raunchy things that turned him on. One such man was naked in Dalvin's chambers, cock hard in one hand, saying he once had a lover who hated his big cock and refused to suck on it. Dalvin licked his lips, just by staring at the thing.
"Just promise me you won't let me go until you have it all deep in me." He approached, fully dressed in his fancy clothes, with lacey sleeves and colorful ties. He let his mouth fill up with saliva and then made himself comfortable in between those spread legs. Next thing was slowly trying to fill his mouth with cock. It was indeed a thing of beauty and its size was what gave it the perfection sort of detail. But it was a struggle.
He was glad that the man had not qualms about pushing the noble's head down, forcing him to take more and more of it.
Leoâs hand tightened in Dalvinâs hair the moment he felt hesitation. Not cruel. Decisive. Street-learned instinct snapping into place as he looked down at the noble between his legs, breath steady, eyes dark with intent.
âNo,â he said quietly, the word landing with weight. âDonât slow down.â
He rolled his hips just enough to make the point unmistakable, using Dalvinâs position instead of asking permission for it. His grip shifted, guiding rather than yanking, but there was no mistaking who decided the depth now, who set the pace. Leoâs jaw flexed as he watched the silk sleeves bunch further, lace trembling with each breath Dalvin took.
âYouâre staring like you found a treasure,â Leo continued, voice low, almost amused. âSo stop treating it like something fragile.â
He leaned forward slightly, close enough that Dalvin could feel the heat of him, smell sweat and street and confidence earned the hard way.
âI didnât end up on your streets by being gentle,â he said. âAnd I donât stay where Iâm not wanted.â
His thumb pressed under Dalvinâs chin, lifting just enough to force eye contact. The dominance wasnât loud. It didnât need to be.
âBut you want this,â Leo added, sure and unflinching. âAnd if youâre going to kneel for it, youâre going to take it like you mean it.â
He held him there, suspended in that charged moment, daring Dalvin to rise to him instead of melting away.
Harry had never really feltl ike this before, not for the longest time. He was so used to being in charge and being the dominant one that having Leo taking control of every inch of his body was absolutely incredible. He licked his lips and let out a low needy moan âHmm⌠thatâs right⌠yours⌠all fucking yoursâ he growled out, his eyes rolling back in his head while his body arched in pure pleasure with the wicked taunting touches from the other man.
His tight little hole just kept opening up with that tongue working him just right, his body shaking and ample cheeks flexing with every little motion. He felt himself slowly getting more and more needy, more wanton and desperate to be fucked but also just more willing to relax and let Leo take control. His body slowly relaxed, he became more pliable and back arched just enough that he looked like the eager bottom slut that he was âOh fuck⌠yes⌠please, please donât stop⌠you feel so good.. So⌠so fucking good!â
Leo could feel the shift in the air â that moment when tension turned to surrender. His palms stayed firm where they rested, grounding him in control as he drew in a slow breath and let it out through a quiet hum. The sound vibrated low in his chest, steady and deliberate.
He didnât rush. He liked to savor, to take his time. His movements stayed purposeful, every small motion meant to test boundaries and coax trust. Leoâs gaze lifted briefly, catching a glimpse of Harry through the dim light â the sight enough to pull a quiet smile to his lips.
âGood,â he murmured, voice dark and approving. âThatâs what I wanted â you, letting go.â
The words came out like velvet over steel, soft but commanding. He let his breath fan against warm skin, taking in the heady mix of scent and heat.
âYou taste incredible,â he said, his tone deepening as he leaned back in with quiet satisfaction. âYou have no idea how much Iâve wanted this.â
He lingered there, focused entirely on his own rhythm â the steady pace of control, the quiet pleasure of holding power without needing to force it. For Leo, this was the sweetest part: the unspoken communication, the pull between dominance and trust that needed no words at all.
As the hole continued to open up, he begun forcing more and more of his tongue inside of Harry, slowly at first before he begun tongue fucking. He continued this before he forced as much as he could inside of Harry and held it there savouring the taste of the man above him.
After seeing this POST, i'm REALLY wanting to write as The Master against a 10th or 14th Doctor. So, if there's any 10th or 14th Doctors out there that fancies a smutty plot against my Simm Master. Do dm me!
Open to M/Masc NB (Tops) Plots: Can be some classic slasher movie shit, or completely innocent of joining your man in the shower lol. Potential Relations: Spouse/Partner, Neighbor, FWB, Friend, Neighbor's Kid, Son's Friend, Friend's Son, Hookup, Stranger, Stalker, Burglar, etc. Go nuts.
Joseph had gotten home late. He'd barely dropped all his stuff where it belonged before he climbed in to the shower to wash the day off. The sound of the water rushing over him muted most any outside noise. Not that there was...usually any sort of outside noise for there to be had. So when he heard some sort of bump or rustle, he paused.
"Is someone here?" he called out into the house. "Benji? That you?" It wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility for his son to have stopped by unannounced, but at this time of night?
But not getting an answer and not hearing any more noise, Joseph brushed it off. Maybe an animal had knocked over the trash cans outside or something.
Leo had been in the house for a while. Not longâjust long enough for the quiet to settle, for the weight of familiarity to wrap around him like a scent he hadnât realized he missed. Josephâs jacket on the hook. His boots by the door. The faint trace of his cologne still hanging in the hallway.
Heâd meant to wait downstairs, maybe announce himself like a normal person, but the sound of the shower running had pulled him toward the bathroom before heâd made up his mind.
When Joseph called out, Leo froze halfway down the hall. A low smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Benji? That earned the faintest breath of laughter. Not quite.
He moved quietlyâbare feet on cool tile, the fog from the bathroom spilling out to meet him as he reached the half-closed door. Steam clung to his skin, to the curve of his jaw, the muscles in his chest already damp from the humid air. He leaned a shoulder against the doorframe for a moment, just watching through the blur of condensation.
Josephâs silhouette behind the curtain was all he could see â broad shoulders, the long sweep of his back as water ran down it. Leoâs pulse kicked once, hard.
Then he stepped inside.
No sudden noise. Just the soft click of the door closing, the rustle of his shirt coming off, a shadow moving closer through the steam.
âRelax,â Leoâs voice came low, smooth and amused, the edge of a grin audible even through the hiss of the water. âNot a serial killer. Unless you count breaking and entering as one of my darker hobbies.â
He reached up, knuckles brushing the curtain aside just enough for their eyes to meet through the mist.
âMiss me?â

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I have a few starters if anyone wants to write found here:
Maker and Child (Based in True Blood Universe)
Ashes and Hunger
A writer moves into a historic house
Halloween masquerade
Sex Club
Friend's father
Alois gulped. He could barely breathe, being fair. The way Leo spoke, he felt as if he was being enchanted somehow. Things were changing too fast, he could barely keep up. At least his mind couldn't. His body seemed ready, cock hard, throbbing and jerking by itself at each point the other raised.
Eventually, Alois nodded.
"But will I get to fuck you too?" He asked in a soft voice, deep still, but almost like a whisper. His hand moved to grab Leo's side, not letting that body escape from his arms. He wanted it too - somehow, ever since they started drinking on the bar below, he had been waiting for that goal to happen. He was close to it.
"Your ass is too perfect for me to miss the opportunity." He added, moving a little so he was rolling on top of Leo, hands on each side of the other's body, his legs working so he could spread Leo's legs apart. He wanted to be closer than that. Even more. His face was inches away from the other's face, their nose almost touching.
"Come on, say you want it."
Leoâs breath hitched as Alois pressed closer, the weight of him, the heat between them, the scent of his skinâit all blurred into something dizzying. His pulse thudded hard against his ribs, betraying him.
When Alois spoke, Leoâs eyes flicked up to meet his, pupils wide, mouth parting on a shaky exhale. A low, helpless laugh escaped him, equal parts tension and truth.
âYou think I havenât thought about it?â he murmured, voice rougher now, the usual confidence softened by honesty. âFrom the first night we met⌠when you leaned my desk and looked at me like thatâI wanted you to take me. Wanted to know what it would feel like to let go with you.â
He swallowed, his hand sliding up Aloisâs arm, stopping at his shoulder. The faint tremor in his fingers gave him away even as he smiled.
âI want it,â Leo breathed, barely more than a whisper now. âI want you.â
His eyes lingered on Aloisâs lips, then flicked back up, a quiet challenge in the softness. âBut if we do this⌠we do it slow. I want to feel every second of it.â