Match March: Madness - Intro

Patreon-exclusive

Welcome to “Match March: Madness.” It will be a Patreon-exclusive Event, just like last year. However, things will be slightly different this time. Firstly, only active Patrons in the Additional Tier will be allowed to submit their own characters to go out on a date with my guy (whom I’ll describe below). You’ll fill out a form to submit the information required of your character, the details about the date, and some aspects of the pregnancy. I’ll only allow five submissions (1 per member), so don’t hesitate to fill out the form as soon as you read this.

The fun part is that my guy will have all the dates on the same day. So, he’ll get pregnant with all the babies at the same time. Once I have the five submissions, I’ll write the story about all the dates and the conceptions. And a few days/weeks later, I’ll start releasing birth scenes and aftermaths of this madness. Hehe. The births will happen at different stages, in the order the submissions get in. Example: My guy will give birth to the first submitted character’s full-term babies when he’s 6 months pregnant. Second birth at 7 months. Third birth at 9 months. Fourth at 1 month overdue, and fifth at 2 months overdue. (These are only examples. It’ll depend on the plot/information the submissions contain).

Now, let’s meet my guy, Wayne.

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Wayne walked through the fire station with his casual confidence, drawing the attention of other firefighters. At 6’1” and a solid 195 pounds of defined muscle, he looked like the kind of action hero you’d expect to see on the cover of a romance novel—only he was very much real.

Years of training and relentless physical work had shaped him into a perfect example of power and agility. His broad shoulders tapered down to a lean waist. His well-defined biceps flexed subtly every time he moved. His broad chest made him look strong and dominant, capturing men’s and women’s eyes wherever he went. His powerful thighs showcased his speed, an advantage on his job when he had to run into a burning building or away from it.

His uniform fit him almost too well—his snug gray firefighter t-shirt hugged his chest like a second skin, stretching across the defined ridges of his pecs and clinging to his toned abs. The short sleeves accentuated the thick curves of his biceps and triceps, while the hem of his shirt subtly outlined the narrow cut of his waist. His pants sat low on his hips, secured by a black belt as part of his uniform, but still showed off the strength on his legs and the shape of a bubble butt on his backside.

But what made Wayne unforgettable wasn’t only his body—it was his face, an infuriatingly perfect combination of chiseled masculinity and charm. He had a strong jawline and high cheekbones, and his lips always curled into a cocky smirk. His bright blue-green eyes were a perfect touch to his sun-kissed skin.

As he walked toward the station’s kitchen for a bottle of water, he heard one of his mates calling out for him. “Hey, Wayne,” said Jake, one of the senior firefighters, grinning as he leaned back in his chair. “Are you ever gonna give the rest of us a chance with the ladies, or are you just hoarding all the attention for yourself? Settle down so we’ll have a chance, buddy.”

Wayne laughed, popping the cap off his bottle. “What can I say? It’s a curse being this devastatingly handsome.” He took a swig of water, grinning as the rest of the team chuckled.

“Seriously, though,” another firefighter said, shaking his head. “How are you still single? What happens? Are the women of this city not enough for you?”

Wayne laughed, rolling his eyes and involuntarily making his pecs bounce. “It’s not that. I’m just picky.” He didn’t want to tell them that by “picky,” he meant not interested in women.

“Picky, my ass,” Jake shouted. “You’re just impossible to reach.”

Wayne waved them off, chuckling as he went to one of the lounge chairs in the corner. Dropping into it, he pulled out his phone. Wayne scrolled for a moment before his mind drifted back to the conversation. It wasn’t that he didn’t want someone. He just hadn’t found the right guy. The idea of going home to an empty apartment after long shifts was starting to wear on him—the silence felt heavier these days. It was probably time to do something about it.

He opened the app store before he could give it a second thought. His thumb hovered for a moment before he typed in “dating.” He scanned the options, biting his lower lip. Tinder? No. Too predictable. Grindr? No. Too chaotic. Then his eyes landed on a name that intrigued him: FlirtNest.

“Huh. That was new.” He slightly frowned, observing the logo.

He tapped the install button, watching the progress bar load. Once it finished, he opened the app and was immediately met with a sleek, minimalistic design.

“Welcome to FlirtNest! Ready to meet your match?”

Wayne exhaled through his nose, smirking. “Sure, why not?”

He began filling out his profile.

Name: Wayne Prescott
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Interested in: Men
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 195 lbs.
Occupation: Firefighter
Hobbies: Weight training & fitness, cooking (though only decent at it). hiking and being outdoors, reading, watching action movies,

Then came the trickiest part: About Me.

Wayne drummed his fingers against his knee, staring at the blank text box. “What do people even write in these?” He could go the humble route, but that wasn’t really his style. He also didn’t want to come across as too cocky. After a moment, he started typing:

“Firefighter, gym rat, and lover of terrible action movies. If I’m not running into burning buildings, you’ll probably find me attempting (and sometimes failing) to cook, hiking up some trail, or getting lost in a book. People say I’m both too handsome for my own good and surprisingly decent at conversation—guess you’ll have to find out for yourself.”

He attached a recent selfie—one he’d taken a few weeks back in his uniform. And with a final smirk, he hit Submit.

Leaning back in his chair, he watched the screen load, the app beginning its search for potential matches. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but there was a distinct flutter of anticipation in his chest. Maybe this wouldn’t be the worst idea he’d ever had. Even if he didn’t find someone to settle down with, he’d at least have fun along the way.

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Here’s the link to fill the form: https://forms.gle/5Z5zEjnEUghbHPQb8 

Last day to submit: Friday, March 28, 2025
(Submissions closed. All slots are taken).