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[M4F] | Maintenance Request Pending

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two people who went from "this is a mistake" to "maybe it wasn't" faster than either of them expected.

Housing screwed up. Guy and a girl. Same room. Same key. I walked in with a box under each arm and you were already unpacking and we stared at each other for about ten seconds before I said "I think there's been a mistake" and you said "clearly."

The RA filed a ticket. We called housing. They apologized. Waitlist. Two to four weeks. We agreed to survive it.

Surviving it meant rules. You get the bathroom from seven to eight. I get it after. We hung a sheet between our beds the first night like we were in a 1950s sitcom and both laughed about how ridiculous it looked and then we laid there in the dark on opposite sides of a bedsheet listening to each other breathe and it wasn't funny anymore. It was something else.

The sheet came down after four days because it kept falling and rehanging it felt stupid. The bathroom schedule lasted a week before we started just yelling "decent?" through the door. The invisible line down the middle of the room lasted until your textbook ended up on my desk and my hoodie ended up on your bed and our stuff stopped caring about boundaries even if we were still pretending to.

Three weeks in and I know your whole routine. What you look like half asleep at 7 AM. What you sound like when you're stressed and reading out loud without realizing it. What you smell like after a shower when the whole room goes warm and soft and I have to stare at my textbook really hard for about five minutes.

Housing emailed. Spot opened up. One of us can move. Today.

I read it. Looked across the room at your shoes next to mine. Your mug next to mine. Your life tangled up in mine in a space the size of a parking spot. I closed the email.

I want to write two people who got stuck together by accident and are choosing to stay on purpose.

First person preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to. Can write here if that's all you've got. DM me!

Kinks: Slow burn, friends-to-lovers, romance, banter, camping, swimming, long drives. Making out, wandering hands, teasing, playful physicality. Oral, rimming, anal, edging, overstimulation, multiple rounds. Stolen hoodies, her in sundresses and tank tops. Touch that lingers: neck, ears, stomach, hips, thighs. Bareback, breeding, finishing inside. Switch energy, like pegging for example. Light bi-curiosity welcome. Risky locations. Aftercare and real conversation after.

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, sci-fi or fantasy settings, humiliation, poly/group scenes.

[V4V] | Terms and Conditions Apply

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two guys who signed up for something without reading the details and now can't back out because the money's too good and they're too broke to care. Almost.

We answered a casting call for a "wellness brand." Figured it was protein shakes. Maybe a gym ad. We showed up together because neither of us had the guts to go alone. They loved us. Said we had "natural chemistry." Booked us on the spot.

First shoot was fine. Tank tops. Smiling. Easy. Second shoot they asked us to lose the shirts. Okay. Third shoot someone mentioned the word "intimate" in the brief and we both read it at the same time in the greenroom and you looked at me and I looked at you and neither of us said a word for about thirty seconds.

We need the money. That's what we keep telling each other. That's the reason we keep showing up. That's the reason I'm standing next to you under studio lights being told to "get closer, more natural, like you're comfortable together" and the problem isn't that I'm uncomfortable. The problem is that I'm not. And your hand is on my chest because they told you to put it there and my skin is warm where you're touching it and when they say cut neither of us moves right away.

We don't talk about it on the drive home. We get food. We act normal. But normal has a crack in it now and every shoot makes it wider.

I want to write two guys performing closeness for a camera and slowly realizing the performance stopped being one.

First person strongly preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to, but here is fine too. DM me!

Kinks: Straight-to-gay, romance, camping, swimming, running. Making out, teasing, grabbing, playful swats. Massages, oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging. Switch. Public/risky situations. Breeding, bareback, jockstraps and underwear, swapping underwear. Sweat's fine, just not shoved in anyone's face. Cum, multiple finishes, all good, just not facials. Soft toy use, solid aftercare. Touch-focused: ears, neck, chest, lower stomach, ass. Playful watersports (non-humiliating).

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, space or fantasy settings. Nothing overly femme.

[M4F] | You Were Already Awake When I Called

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two people whose schedules have synced up without either of them trying.

I couldn't sleep last night so I called you at 3 AM expecting voicemail. You picked up on the second ring. Not groggy. Not annoyed. Alert. Like you were already lying there awake waiting for something. I said "why are you up." You said "why are you." Neither of us answered.

We talked until sunrise. About nothing important. About everything important. You told me a story about your grandmother I'd never heard and I told you something about myself I've never told anyone and when the sun came up I could hear birds through your phone and mine at the same time and for a second it felt like we were in the same room even though you were twenty minutes away.

It's not just the late nights. We wake up at the same time. We get hungry at the same time. I'll reach for my phone to text you and your message is already there. You said once that we're "on the same clock" and I laughed but I've been thinking about it since because it's true. My body runs on your schedule now and I didn't set it that way. It just happened.

Last week I slept over at a friend's place and couldn't fall asleep until 4 AM. Tossed and turned for hours. Got home the next day and crashed on my couch and you called at our usual time and I was out cold within ten minutes of hearing your voice. I'm not unpacking that.

I want to write two people whose rhythms have synced up so completely that being apart feels like jet lag.

First person preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to. Can write here if that's all you've got. DM me!

Kinks: Slow burn, friends-to-lovers, romance, banter, camping, swimming, long drives. Making out, wandering hands, teasing, playful physicality. Oral, rimming, anal, edging, overstimulation, multiple rounds. Stolen hoodies, her in sundresses and tank tops. Touch that lingers: neck, ears, stomach, hips, thighs. Bareback, breeding, finishing inside. Switch energy, like pegging for example. Light bi-curiosity welcome. Risky locations. Aftercare and real conversation after.

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, sci-fi or fantasy settings, humiliation, poly/group scenes.

[V4V] | You Wore My Hoodie Home

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two guys who keep trading pieces of their lives back and forth without keeping score.

You were cold. I gave you my hoodie. That was a month ago. You still have it. I haven't asked for it back. Last week I saw you wearing it at a cookout and something about seeing you in my clothes hit different than it should and I looked away before you caught me staring.

But now you're doing it too. You left your watch at my place and when I tried to return it you said "just hold onto it." So it sits on my nightstand. Next to my stuff. Like it belongs there. Like you belong there.

We keep trading things. Your sunglasses live in my car. My charger lives at your apartment. Your pillow is on my couch because you said mine were "garbage" and brought your own. I sleep on it sometimes when you're not there. I'm not telling you that.

Our buddy was over last week and pointed at your pillow and your watch and your jacket that I stole back and said "whose stuff is all this." I said "mine." He looked at me. I looked at the floor. He didn't push it but the silence said plenty.

I want to write two guys who've been trading pieces of themselves back and forth until neither of them can tell what belongs to who anymore.

First person strongly preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to, but here is fine too. DM me!

Kinks: Straight-to-gay, romance, camping, swimming, running. Making out, teasing, grabbing, playful swats. Massages, oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging. Switch. Public/risky situations. Breeding, bareback, jockstraps and underwear, swapping underwear. Sweat's fine, just not shoved in anyone's face. Cum, multiple finishes, all good, just not facials. Soft toy use, solid aftercare. Touch-focused: ears, neck, chest, lower stomach, ass. Playful watersports (non-humiliating).

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, space or fantasy settings. Nothing overly femme.

[V4V] | You Wore My Hoodie Home

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two guys who keep trading pieces of their lives back and forth without keeping score.

You were cold. I gave you my hoodie. That was a month ago. You still have it. I haven't asked for it back. Last week I saw you wearing it at a cookout and something about seeing you in my clothes hit different than it should and I looked away before you caught me staring.

But now you're doing it too. You left your watch at my place and when I tried to return it you said "just hold onto it." So it sits on my nightstand. Next to my stuff. Like it belongs there. Like you belong there.

We keep trading things. Your sunglasses live in my car. My charger lives at your apartment. Your pillow is on my couch because you said mine were "garbage" and brought your own. I sleep on it sometimes when you're not there. I'm not telling you that.

Our buddy was over last week and pointed at your pillow and your watch and your jacket that I stole back and said "whose stuff is all this." I said "mine." He looked at me. I looked at the floor. He didn't push it but the silence said plenty.

I want to write two guys who've been trading pieces of themselves back and forth until neither of them can tell what belongs to who anymore.

First person strongly preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to, but here is fine too. DM me!

Kinks: Straight-to-gay, romance, camping, swimming, running. Making out, teasing, grabbing, playful swats. Massages, oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging. Switch. Public/risky situations. Breeding, bareback, jockstraps and underwear, swapping underwear. Sweat's fine, just not shoved in anyone's face. Cum, multiple finishes, all good, just not facials. Soft toy use, solid aftercare. Touch-focused: ears, neck, chest, lower stomach, ass. Playful watersports (non-humiliating).

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, space or fantasy settings. Nothing overly femme.

[M4M] | You Wore My Hoodie Home

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two guys who keep trading pieces of their lives back and forth without keeping score.

You were cold. I gave you my hoodie. That was a month ago. You still have it. I haven't asked for it back. Last week I saw you wearing it at a cookout and something about seeing you in my clothes hit different than it should and I looked away before you caught me staring.

But now you're doing it too. You left your watch at my place and when I tried to return it you said "just hold onto it." So it sits on my nightstand. Next to my stuff. Like it belongs there. Like you belong there.

We keep trading things. Your sunglasses live in my car. My charger lives at your apartment. Your pillow is on my couch because you said mine were "garbage" and brought your own. I sleep on it sometimes when you're not there. I'm not telling you that.

Our buddy was over last week and pointed at your pillow and your watch and your jacket that I stole back and said "whose stuff is all this." I said "mine." He looked at me. I looked at the floor. He didn't push it but the silence said plenty.

I want to write two guys who've been trading pieces of themselves back and forth until neither of them can tell what belongs to who anymore.

First person strongly preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to, but here is fine too. DM me!

Kinks: Straight-to-gay, romance, camping, swimming, running. Making out, teasing, grabbing, playful swats. Massages, oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging. Switch. Public/risky situations. Breeding, bareback, jockstraps and underwear, swapping underwear. Sweat's fine, just not shoved in anyone's face. Cum, multiple finishes, all good, just not facials. Soft toy use, solid aftercare. Touch-focused: ears, neck, chest, lower stomach, ass. Playful watersports (non-humiliating).

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, space or fantasy settings. Nothing overly femme.

[M4F] | You Keep Leaving Your Ring on My Sink

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two people who've left pieces of themselves all over each other's lives and haven't noticed the trail.

Your ring is on my bathroom sink. Third time this month. You take it off when you wash your hands and forget it every time. I put it on my nightstand. You pick it up next time you're over. Then you leave it again.

I've stopped moving it. It just lives there now. Next to my watch and my phone charger. Like it belongs.

But it's not just the ring. Your hair ties are in my jeans pockets from when you hand them to me to hold. Your lip balm is in my center console. Your charger is plugged in behind my couch. My apartment is full of little pieces of you scattered around like breadcrumbs I've been following without realizing there's a trail.

Your place has my stuff too. My jacket on your hook. My sunglasses on your kitchen table. My spare key in your junk drawer that you put on your keyring last week and neither of us acknowledged what that meant.

Last night you came over and went straight to my bathroom and came back wearing your ring and I watched you put it on and something about seeing you take a piece of yourself back from my apartment made my chest ache in a way that caught me off guard. I wanted it back on my nightstand. I wanted all of it back. Every hair tie. Every charger. Every excuse to keep pieces of you in my space.

I want to write two people who've been leaving parts of themselves with each other and are about to realize they don't want any of it returned.

First person preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to. Can write here if that's all you've got. DM me!

Kinks: Slow burn, friends-to-lovers, romance, banter, camping, swimming, long drives. Making out, wandering hands, teasing, playful physicality. Oral, rimming, anal, edging, overstimulation, multiple rounds. Stolen hoodies, her in sundresses and tank tops. Touch that lingers: neck, ears, stomach, hips, thighs. Bareback, breeding, finishing inside. Switch energy, like pegging for example. Light bi-curiosity welcome. Risky locations. Aftercare and real conversation after.

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, sci-fi or fantasy settings, humiliation, poly/group scenes.

[M4F] | You Keep Leaving Your Ring on My Sink

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two people who've left pieces of themselves all over each other's lives and haven't noticed the trail.

Your ring is on my bathroom sink. Third time this month. You take it off when you wash your hands and forget it every time. I put it on my nightstand. You pick it up next time you're over. Then you leave it again.

I've stopped moving it. It just lives there now. Next to my watch and my phone charger. Like it belongs.

But it's not just the ring. Your hair ties are in my jeans pockets from when you hand them to me to hold. Your lip balm is in my center console. Your charger is plugged in behind my couch. My apartment is full of little pieces of you scattered around like breadcrumbs I've been following without realizing there's a trail.

Your place has my stuff too. My jacket on your hook. My sunglasses on your kitchen table. My spare key in your junk drawer that you put on your keyring last week and neither of us acknowledged what that meant.

Last night you came over and went straight to my bathroom and came back wearing your ring and I watched you put it on and something about seeing you take a piece of yourself back from my apartment made my chest ache in a way that caught me off guard. I wanted it back on my nightstand. I wanted all of it back. Every hair tie. Every charger. Every excuse to keep pieces of you in my space.

I want to write two people who've been leaving parts of themselves with each other and are about to realize they don't want any of it returned.

First person preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to. Can write here if that's all you've got. DM me!

Kinks: Slow burn, friends-to-lovers, romance, banter, camping, swimming, long drives. Making out, wandering hands, teasing, playful physicality. Oral, rimming, anal, edging, overstimulation, multiple rounds. Stolen hoodies, her in sundresses and tank tops. Touch that lingers: neck, ears, stomach, hips, thighs. Bareback, breeding, finishing inside. Switch energy, like pegging for example. Light bi-curiosity welcome. Risky locations. Aftercare and real conversation after.

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, sci-fi or fantasy settings, humiliation, poly/group scenes.

[V4V] | You Showed Up Without Me Texting

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two guys who read each other so well it borders on supernatural.

I had a bad day. Didn't text anyone about it. Didn't post anything. Didn't call. Just came home and sat on my couch in the dark doing nothing. Twenty minutes later you knocked. I opened the door and you were holding food and you looked at me and said "I had a feeling." You had a feeling. From ten miles away.

I didn't ask how you knew. You didn't explain. You just came in and sat down and handed me food and turned something on and we didn't talk for an hour and it was exactly what I needed and you knew that too.

This isn't the first time. Last month you called me right when I was about to call you. Two weeks ago you showed up to something I hadn't told you about because you "just figured" I'd be there. You bought my favorite drink last Tuesday and said "it was on sale" and it was not on sale. I checked.

I do the same stuff. I know when to push and when to leave you alone. I know the difference between your "I'm fine" that means I'm fine and your "I'm fine" that means come over. I've never been that tuned into another person in my life and I keep telling myself that's just what close friends do but close friends don't show up in the dark with food because of a feeling.

I want to write two guys who are so locked into each other's frequency that the signal is starting to mean something neither of them can ignore.

First person strongly preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to, but here is fine too. DM me!

Kinks: Straight-to-gay, romance, camping, swimming, running. Making out, teasing, grabbing, playful swats. Massages, oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging. Switch. Public/risky situations. Breeding, bareback, jockstraps and underwear, swapping underwear. Sweat's fine, just not shoved in anyone's face. Cum, multiple finishes, all good, just not facials. Soft toy use, solid aftercare. Touch-focused: ears, neck, chest, lower stomach, ass. Playful watersports (non-humiliating).

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, space or fantasy settings. Nothing overly femme.

[V4V] | You Showed Up Without Me Texting

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two guys who read each other so well it borders on supernatural.

I had a bad day. Didn't text anyone about it. Didn't post anything. Didn't call. Just came home and sat on my couch in the dark doing nothing. Twenty minutes later you knocked. I opened the door and you were holding food and you looked at me and said "I had a feeling." You had a feeling. From ten miles away.

I didn't ask how you knew. You didn't explain. You just came in and sat down and handed me food and turned something on and we didn't talk for an hour and it was exactly what I needed and you knew that too.

This isn't the first time. Last month you called me right when I was about to call you. Two weeks ago you showed up to something I hadn't told you about because you "just figured" I'd be there. You bought my favorite drink last Tuesday and said "it was on sale" and it was not on sale. I checked.

I do the same stuff. I know when to push and when to leave you alone. I know the difference between your "I'm fine" that means I'm fine and your "I'm fine" that means come over. I've never been that tuned into another person in my life and I keep telling myself that's just what close friends do but close friends don't show up in the dark with food because of a feeling.

I want to write two guys who are so locked into each other's frequency that the signal is starting to mean something neither of them can ignore.

First person strongly preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to, but here is fine too. DM me!

Kinks: Straight-to-gay, romance, camping, swimming, running. Making out, teasing, grabbing, playful swats. Massages, oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging. Switch. Public/risky situations. Breeding, bareback, jockstraps and underwear, swapping underwear. Sweat's fine, just not shoved in anyone's face. Cum, multiple finishes, all good, just not facials. Soft toy use, solid aftercare. Touch-focused: ears, neck, chest, lower stomach, ass. Playful watersports (non-humiliating).

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, space or fantasy settings. Nothing overly femme.

[M4A] | He Stopped Correcting People Last Week

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who can write a guy becoming a woman so gradually that the correction stops coming before either of us is ready to talk about why.

We're roommates. You've been changing for weeks. I've been watching for weeks. We don't talk about it. That's our system. You change. I notice. We both pretend.

At first you corrected people. The cashier who said ma'am. The professor who almost said she. The waiter who pulled your chair out. Every time you'd stiffen and say "it's he" or "I'm a guy" and the person would look confused and apologize and you'd come home and sit on your bed staring at the wall.

Then last week you stopped. Someone at the bookstore said "can I help you miss" and you just said "I'm looking for the textbook section." No correction. No stiffening. You walked away and I walked next to you and we didn't look at each other.

That night you sat on the couch in my hoodie with your knees pulled up and you were quiet in a way that scared me. Not angry quiet. Tired quiet. The kind that happens when someone stops fighting something they can't beat. I sat next to you. Close. You leaned into me and I let you and we sat like that for a long time.

I want to write two people in the space between fighting it and accepting it while something grows between them that neither expected.

First person preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to. Can write here if that's all you've got. DM me!

Kinks: Slow burn, friends-to-lovers, romance, banter, identity exploration, gradual transformation, emotional tension, sexuality crisis, camping, swimming, long drives. Making out, wandering hands, teasing, playful physicality. Oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging, overstimulation, multiple rounds. Stolen hoodies, her in sundresses and tank tops. Touch that lingers: neck, ears, stomach, hips, thighs. Bareback, breeding, finishing inside. Switch energy, like pegging for example. Light bi-curiosity welcome. Risky locations. Aftercare and real conversation after.

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, sci-fi or fantasy settings (beyond the initial premise), humiliation, poly/group scenes.

[M4F] | Room Assignment Pending

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two people who should be counting down the days until they're separated and instead are counting the reasons they don't want to be.

The housing office sent me an apology email before I even got my key. System glitch. Co-ed assignment. They're working on it. In the meantime here's my room number and a girl's name next to mine on the door placard and an RA who won't make eye contact with either of us.

First three days we live like strangers sharing a hospital room. Polite. Careful. A shower schedule taped to the wall. I sleep facing my wall. You sleep facing yours. We exist in the same space without existing to each other.

Then the WiFi goes out at midnight and we're both sitting in the dark on our phones waiting for it to come back and you say something under your breath that makes me laugh before I can stop it. You look over surprised. I look over embarrassed. And that crack in the wall is all it takes.

Now we have a routine and it scares me how fast it happened. You steal my hoodies. I pretend not to notice. We stay up too late talking. We eat together like it's a given. The RA checks in weekly asking if we've heard from housing and we both say "not yet" and I've started hoping that's true.

I want to write two people stuck in a room neither of them chose slowly realizing they'd choose it now if anyone asked.

First person preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to. Can write here if that's all you've got. DM me!

Kinks: Slow burn, friends-to-lovers, romance, banter, camping, swimming, long drives. Making out, wandering hands, teasing, playful physicality. Oral, rimming, anal, edging, overstimulation, multiple rounds. Stolen hoodies, her in sundresses and tank tops. Touch that lingers: neck, ears, stomach, hips, thighs. Bareback, breeding, finishing inside. Switch energy, like pegging for example. Light bi-curiosity welcome. Risky locations. Aftercare and real conversation after.

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, sci-fi or fantasy settings, humiliation, poly/group scenes.

[M4A] | That's Not the Guy I Moved In With

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who can write a transformation that passes through every version of a person on the way to someone new.

You were built like a guy who played sports his whole life when we moved in together. Broad. Solid. Nobody would have looked at you twice and thought anything other than what you were.

Then you started losing mass. Not like dieting. Like your body was redistributing itself. Your shoulders narrowed. Your jaw softened. Within weeks you went from the biggest guy in the room to the leanest. I said something once. You shrugged it off.

By month two you looked like a completely different kind of guy. Slim. Delicate. Pretty in a way that confused people. Guys at parties looked at you sideways. Girls called you cute instead of hot. People hesitated before choosing a pronoun and you noticed every time.

Then came the part that couldn't be laughed off. Your chest changing. Your hips widening. Your voice thinning out until your own mother didn't recognize you on the phone. You stopped leaving the apartment. Started wearing my hoodies like armor because nothing you owned made sense anymore.

I watched you go from the guy I moved in with to someone in between to someone new entirely. And the whole time the thing that never changed was the way you looked at me when you were scared. That look stayed the same through every version. And my response to it stayed the same too. Except now it comes with something underneath that I'm not ready to name.

I want to write two guys watching one of them pass through every version of himself while the other realizes he'd stay through all of them.

First person preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to. Can write here if that's all you've got. DM me! Kinks and limits discussed in DMs.

[V4V] | You Left Your Door Open Again

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two guys who went from strangers to inseparable in one semester and spent the second one figuring out why.

We met at orientation. You sat next to me because every other seat was taken and I was wearing a shirt from a band you liked and you said "good taste" and that was it. That was the whole foundation. One comment about a shirt and now I can't remember what my life sounded like before your laugh was in it.

First semester we orbited each other naturally. Same dining hall schedule. Same study spots. Your room was four doors down from mine and by October both our doors were open every night like an unspoken invitation neither of us ever turned down. I'd wander in. You'd wander in. We'd end up on someone's floor eating trash food and talking until one of us fell asleep mid-sentence.

By December our friends treated us like a unit. Invites went to one of us with the assumption the other was already coming. Your roommate started sleeping at his girlfriend's place most nights so I was in your room more than mine. My stuff migrated. Charger. Pillow. The hoodie you stole in November that I pretended to want back.

Now it's spring and something's different. Not between us. Inside me. I catch myself watching you when you're not paying attention. Noticing how you chew your pen when you're studying. How you stretch when you wake up. How your voice gets lower at night when it's just us and the lights are off and we're talking about things we don't say during the day.

Last week your roommate officially moved out. You asked if I wanted to take his side. I said "sure" like my heart wasn't trying to break out of my ribs. I'm moving my stuff in this weekend. Into a room I've basically been living in for months. And I'm nervous in a way that makes no sense for a place I already know by heart.

I want to write two guys who spent a semester building something without a blueprint and are about to find out what they built.

First person strongly preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to, but here is fine too. DM me!

Kinks: Straight-to-gay, romance, camping, swimming, running. Making out, teasing, grabbing, playful swats. Massages, oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging. Switch. Public/risky situations. Breeding, bareback, jockstraps and underwear, swapping underwear. Sweat's fine—just not shoved in anyone's face. Cum, multiple finishes—all good, just not facials. Soft toy use, solid aftercare. Touch-focused: ears, neck, chest, lower stomach, ass. Playful watersports (non-humiliating).

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, space or fantasy settings. Nothing overly femme.

[V4V] | You Left Your Door Open Again

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two guys who went from strangers to inseparable in one semester and spent the second one figuring out why.

We met at orientation. You sat next to me because every other seat was taken and I was wearing a shirt from a band you liked and you said "good taste" and that was it. That was the whole foundation. One comment about a shirt and now I can't remember what my life sounded like before your laugh was in it.

First semester we orbited each other naturally. Same dining hall schedule. Same study spots. Your room was four doors down from mine and by October both our doors were open every night like an unspoken invitation neither of us ever turned down. I'd wander in. You'd wander in. We'd end up on someone's floor eating trash food and talking until one of us fell asleep mid-sentence.

By December our friends treated us like a unit. Invites went to one of us with the assumption the other was already coming. Your roommate started sleeping at his girlfriend's place most nights so I was in your room more than mine. My stuff migrated. Charger. Pillow. The hoodie you stole in November that I pretended to want back.

Now it's spring and something's different. Not between us. Inside me. I catch myself watching you when you're not paying attention. Noticing how you chew your pen when you're studying. How you stretch when you wake up. How your voice gets lower at night when it's just us and the lights are off and we're talking about things we don't say during the day.

Last week your roommate officially moved out. You asked if I wanted to take his side. I said "sure" like my heart wasn't trying to break out of my ribs. I'm moving my stuff in this weekend. Into a room I've basically been living in for months. And I'm nervous in a way that makes no sense for a place I already know by heart.

I want to write two guys who spent a semester building something without a blueprint and are about to find out what they built.

First person strongly preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to, but here is fine too. DM me!

Kinks: Straight-to-gay, romance, camping, swimming, running. Making out, teasing, grabbing, playful swats. Massages, oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging. Switch. Public/risky situations. Breeding, bareback, jockstraps and underwear, swapping underwear. Sweat's fine—just not shoved in anyone's face. Cum, multiple finishes—all good, just not facials. Soft toy use, solid aftercare. Touch-focused: ears, neck, chest, lower stomach, ass. Playful watersports (non-humiliating).

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, space or fantasy settings. Nothing overly femme.

[V4V] | You Left Your Door Open Again

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two guys who went from strangers to inseparable in one semester and spent the second one figuring out why.

We met at orientation. You sat next to me because every other seat was taken and I was wearing a shirt from a band you liked and you said "good taste" and that was it. That was the whole foundation. One comment about a shirt and now I can't remember what my life sounded like before your laugh was in it.

First semester we orbited each other naturally. Same dining hall schedule. Same study spots. Your room was four doors down from mine and by October both our doors were open every night like an unspoken invitation neither of us ever turned down. I'd wander in. You'd wander in. We'd end up on someone's floor eating trash food and talking until one of us fell asleep mid-sentence.

By December our friends treated us like a unit. Invites went to one of us with the assumption the other was already coming. Your roommate started sleeping at his girlfriend's place most nights so I was in your room more than mine. My stuff migrated. Charger. Pillow. The hoodie you stole in November that I pretended to want back.

Now it's spring and something's different. Not between us. Inside me. I catch myself watching you when you're not paying attention. Noticing how you chew your pen when you're studying. How you stretch when you wake up. How your voice gets lower at night when it's just us and the lights are off and we're talking about things we don't say during the day.

Last week your roommate officially moved out. You asked if I wanted to take his side. I said "sure" like my heart wasn't trying to break out of my ribs. I'm moving my stuff in this weekend. Into a room I've basically been living in for months. And I'm nervous in a way that makes no sense for a place I already know by heart.

I want to write two guys who spent a semester building something without a blueprint and are about to find out what they built.

First person strongly preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to, but here is fine too. DM me!

Kinks: Straight-to-gay, romance, camping, swimming, running. Making out, teasing, grabbing, playful swats. Massages, oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging. Switch. Public/risky situations. Breeding, bareback, jockstraps and underwear, swapping underwear. Sweat's fine—just not shoved in anyone's face. Cum, multiple finishes—all good, just not facials. Soft toy use, solid aftercare. Touch-focused: ears, neck, chest, lower stomach, ass. Playful watersports (non-humiliating).

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, space or fantasy settings. Nothing overly femme.

[V4V] | It Was Just a Dare

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two guys who kissed at a party because someone dared them to and haven't been the same since.

Someone dared us to kiss. Stupid party game. Everyone was drunk and laughing and watching and we looked at each other and you shrugged and said "whatever" and I said "doesn't mean anything" and we did it. Quick. Nothing. Everyone cheered and moved on and we grabbed our drinks and acted like it was the funniest thing that ever happened.

Except it wasn't quick. Not really. It was maybe three seconds but I felt your hand on the back of my neck and you didn't need to put it there. And I leaned in further than I had to. And when we pulled apart you looked at me for half a second with an expression I'd never seen on you before and then you laughed and punched my arm and the moment was over.

That was two weeks ago. We haven't talked about it. We're not going to talk about it. We still hang out every day. Same room. Same routine. Same us. But something rewired itself in those three seconds and we're both pretending it didn't.

You sat further from me on the couch last Tuesday and then moved closer ten minutes later like you corrected yourself. I noticed. I notice everything now. The way your eyes drop to my mouth sometimes when I'm talking and quickly look away. The way I've started being aware of how close you are at all times like my body is keeping track even when my brain won't.

Last night you said "that party was fun" out of nowhere. I said "yeah." You said "people are stupid with dares." I said "yeah." We sat there for a long time after that. Both thinking about the same three seconds. Both pretending we weren't.

I want to write two guys who kissed because someone told them to and can't stop wondering what it would feel like if someone hadn't.

First person strongly preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to, but here is fine too. DM me!

Kinks: Straight-to-gay, romance, camping, swimming, running. Making out, teasing, grabbing, playful swats. Massages, oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging. Switch. Public/risky situations. Breeding, bareback, jockstraps and underwear, swapping underwear. Sweat's fine—just not shoved in anyone's face. Cum, multiple finishes—all good, just not facials. Soft toy use, solid aftercare. Touch-focused: ears, neck, chest, lower stomach, ass. Playful watersports (non-humiliating).

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, space or fantasy settings. Nothing overly femme.

[V4V] | It Was Just a Dare

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two guys who kissed at a party because someone dared them to and haven't been the same since.

Someone dared us to kiss. Stupid party game. Everyone was drunk and laughing and watching and we looked at each other and you shrugged and said "whatever" and I said "doesn't mean anything" and we did it. Quick. Nothing. Everyone cheered and moved on and we grabbed our drinks and acted like it was the funniest thing that ever happened.

Except it wasn't quick. Not really. It was maybe three seconds but I felt your hand on the back of my neck and you didn't need to put it there. And I leaned in further than I had to. And when we pulled apart you looked at me for half a second with an expression I'd never seen on you before and then you laughed and punched my arm and the moment was over.

That was two weeks ago. We haven't talked about it. We're not going to talk about it. We still hang out every day. Same room. Same routine. Same us. But something rewired itself in those three seconds and we're both pretending it didn't.

You sat further from me on the couch last Tuesday and then moved closer ten minutes later like you corrected yourself. I noticed. I notice everything now. The way your eyes drop to my mouth sometimes when I'm talking and quickly look away. The way I've started being aware of how close you are at all times like my body is keeping track even when my brain won't.

Last night you said "that party was fun" out of nowhere. I said "yeah." You said "people are stupid with dares." I said "yeah." We sat there for a long time after that. Both thinking about the same three seconds. Both pretending we weren't.

I want to write two guys who kissed because someone told them to and can't stop wondering what it would feel like if someone hadn't.

First person strongly preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to, but here is fine too. DM me!

Kinks: Straight-to-gay, romance, camping, swimming, running. Making out, teasing, grabbing, playful swats. Massages, oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging. Switch. Public/risky situations. Breeding, bareback, jockstraps and underwear, swapping underwear. Sweat's fine—just not shoved in anyone's face. Cum, multiple finishes—all good, just not facials. Soft toy use, solid aftercare. Touch-focused: ears, neck, chest, lower stomach, ass. Playful watersports (non-humiliating).

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, space or fantasy settings. Nothing overly femme.

[M4F] | The Sublet Was Supposed to Be Temporary

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who writes two strangers who got stuck sharing space and quietly made it theirs.

My roommate moved out mid-lease. Left me with rent I couldn't cover alone and two weeks to find someone. You answered the ad. Showed up with two suitcases and a look on your face that said you weren't thrilled about this either. Sublet. Month to month. Temporary.

That was the word we both used. Temporary. You said it when you moved your stuff into the second bedroom. I said it when I cleared a shelf in the bathroom for you. We said it like a reminder. Like if we kept saying it the walls would stay up.

First week we avoided each other. Headphones and closed doors and a refrigerator divided by shelves. Polite. Distant. Two strangers coexisting by necessity.

Then one night I was cooking and made too much and knocked on your door and said "I made extra if you want" and you said "sure" like it was nothing and we ate on the couch together and you laughed at something I said and I thought "okay she's funny" and went to bed and didn't think about it again until the next night when I made too much on purpose.

Now we eat together every night. Your shampoo is next to mine. Your shoes are mixed in with mine by the door. You study at the kitchen table while I cook and we talk about our days like we've been doing this for years instead of weeks. Last Thursday you fell asleep on the couch and I put a blanket over you and stood there a second too long looking at you curled up in my apartment like you belonged in it.

Your sublet is up in two weeks. Neither of us has mentioned it.

I want to write two people who agreed to temporary and quietly made it permanent without saying a word about it.

First person preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to. Can write here if that's all you've got. DM me!

Kinks: Slow burn, friends-to-lovers, romance, banter, camping, swimming, long drives. Making out, wandering hands, teasing, playful physicality. Oral, rimming, anal, edging, overstimulation, multiple rounds. Stolen hoodies, her in sundresses and tank tops. Touch that lingers: neck, ears, stomach, hips, thighs. Bareback, breeding, finishing inside. Switch energy, like pegging for example. Light bi-curiosity welcome. Risky locations. Aftercare and real conversation after.

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, sci-fi or fantasy settings, humiliation, poly/group scenes.

[M4A] | He Looked Different Under the Lights

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I want a partner who can write a transformation that starts subtle enough to second-guess and ends somewhere neither of us can deny.

First thing I noticed was your eyelashes. We were sitting in my car at night and the streetlight hit your face and I thought "have those always been that long." Weird thing to notice about your best friend. I filed it away and forgot about it.

Three days later your jawline was softer. Not gone. Just less sharp. You looked younger somehow. Pretty almost. I caught myself thinking that word and shut it down so fast I gave myself a headache. You were still you. Same voice. Same build. Same dude. Just slightly less hard around the edges. Like someone had taken an eraser to the corners.

By the end of the first week people started looking at you differently. Not staring. Just double takes. You'd walk into a room and someone's eyes would linger a beat too long like they were trying to solve something. Your body was changing. Thinner. Narrower. Your hips shifted just enough that your walk was different and I noticed because I've walked next to you a thousand times and the rhythm was off. You started wearing oversized stuff. Hoodies. Baggy jeans. Hiding.

But you couldn't hide from me. I saw you every day. I saw the way your lips filled out. The way your skin cleared up and softened. The way you started looking like the prettiest guy in any room we walked into and then slowly stopped looking like a guy at all. Somewhere in week two the double takes turned into "excuse me miss" from a cashier and you stood there frozen and I grabbed your arm and walked you out and we sat in the car and you stared straight ahead and I stared straight ahead and neither of us spoke for ten minutes.

You're somewhere in between right now. Not him anymore. Not fully her yet. And I'm somewhere in between too. Between the friend I've always been and something I don't have a word for. Because I was already noticing you before the changes started and that's the part I can't outrun.

I want to write two people watching one of them cross a line that neither of them drew while the other figures out he was already waiting on the other side.

First person preferred. Quality over length. Keep it realistic. Discord is my go-to. Can write here if that's all you've got. DM me!

Kinks: Slow burn, friends-to-lovers, romance, banter, identity exploration, gradual transformation, emotional tension, sexuality crisis, camping, swimming, long drives. Making out, wandering hands, teasing, playful physicality. Oral, rimming, anal, frotting, edging, overstimulation, multiple rounds. Stolen hoodies, her in sundresses and tank tops. Touch that lingers: neck, ears, stomach, hips, thighs. Bareback, breeding, finishing inside. Switch energy, like pegging for example. Light bi-curiosity welcome. Risky locations. Aftercare and real conversation after.

Limits: Non-con, violence, blood, scat, vomit, pet play, diapers, celebs, family, unrealistic proportions, large age gaps, furries, superheroes, sci-fi or fantasy settings (beyond the initial premise), humiliation, poly/group scenes.