.one x one [yaoi].

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by natterjack, Nov 29, 2013.



  1. īnŧṝōƌūċŧīōn ಠ_ಠ

    Welcome, one and all, to my official pairing thread. If you're not already familiar with me, then here's all you need to know: my name is sorta kinda natterjack, I'm fourteen years old, and I love to write. Herein, you will find everything that interests me. Fandoms, parodies, threesomes, etc. The whole shabang, yeah. So here we go!


    ƨŧēṝēōŧȳքīċāŀ քāīṝīnǥƨ ಠ_ಠ

    Note .. I dunno whether this comes as a surprise or a disappointment but I usually play the dominant role, which are italicized for your conveniance. It's not that I'm crazy about being on top or whatever, but nine times out of ten, my partner wants to be dominated and I'm not in the mood to argue the point. Coincidentally, I happen to play the role well, maybe because my own personality is largely dominant. I like to play submissive roles, too, although it's a rare treat. That being said .. I'm neutral when it comes to the power dynamic. I adapt accordingly to my partner's desires. Also .. genderwise, these pairings were created with m/m in mind, but who knows, maybe you can convince me otherwise.

    • alchemist & cursed werewolf.
      kid w/ synesthesia & specialist.
      masochist & sadist.
      sadist & masochistic voyeur.
      underage boy & wanted murderer.
      college professor & bicurious student.
      captain [pirate] & navigator/helmsman/healer.
      a mccoy & cap hatfield.
      manager & celebrity.
      fae & hero [inspired by patrick rothfuss!]
      european model & mobster.
      mob boss & single father.
      mob boss & schizophrenic.
      schizophrenic & sadist.
      drug addict & prostitute.
      heinous mage & prostitute [inspired by sarah monette!]
      alcoholic & vampire.
      sadististic serial killer & undercover fbi agent/closet masochist.
      drug addict & self-harmer.​


    fānƌōmƨ ಠ_ಠ

    Oh maaaaaan, there's so many. I read more manga than anything, so .. um ..

    • bleach.
      naruto.
      black butler.
      kickin' it.​
    Note .. Because there's so many fandoms I love, I'll revisit this later, okay? Alternatively, you can private message me and ask about my likes and dislikes specifically.


    ċāքāБīŀīŧīēƨ ಠ_ಠ

    If you're anything like me [trust me, s'not a good thing], you'll want to see what your partner is capable of before commiting. You know, making sure they're worth investing in. Some people don't want to risk sounding like an egotistical asshat, so after checking out someone's partner search, they go searching his/her posts and ogles the quality of their roleplays with a fine-tooth comb. I'm not gonna lie; I've done it, and it's saved me from a lot of shitty partnerships.

    That aside, I'll be happy to show you some of my writing beforehand. Read it and weep, motherfucker.

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    Because the artisan was capable of hopping from point A to point B with prodigious speed, it didn’t take him long at all to realize when his attentions weren’t being returned. Nor was he at all late in discerning why the other man’s response was being withheld — Travis was fucking with him! Immediately, a halt was brought to the kiss, a furrow overcoming the wolfish artisan’s brows as the lip of his upper mandible curled, exposing pearly rows of unusually sharp teeth; though it would soon be revealed that this snarling frown was only one of the many attributes that comprised of Hanley’s irritation. In addition to his contorted visage, there was also the clawlike curving of his fingers, the nails of which he shamelessly allowed to dig into Travis’s shoulderblades. After all, it was only right that the other man should feel at least something of his wrath, yeah? Hanley was hardly the type to bottle these kinds of things away. Only with Anderson did he do that; with everyone else, he was quite, ah .. expressive, to say the least.

    He was also short-tempered .. a dispositional trait that wasted no time in manifesting — asserting itself in the whining hiss that was loosened from the twisted frown of his lips, as well as in the tension that riddled the chiseled angles of his framework; yeah, when Travis’s lips curved against his, the wolfish artisan protested, albeit rather halfheartedly. Wasn’t his fault, though. He tried to resist, to make his displeasure known to the larger male, but his every attempt was destroyed with ease, like dust particles caught in a buffeting gust of African wind. It was only when he took the time to properly feel the sensation of the man’s smirk that Luson was enlightened, that he recognized it — that he recognized Travis — for what it was. For what he was. And then Hanley couldn’t help but feel a bit stupid, because it was so obvious. For eff’s sake, of course the football coach would be a top! That was practically like, an effing duh, especially when given the sheer volume of testosterone the man exuded. Damn it.

    As if on cue — as if to punctuate this ridiculously late eureka moment — there was pain, of sufficient magnitude to drag Hanley up out of his idiot reverie. Honestly, he felt like a dumbass. Like something was wrong with him, even though he’d been fine just a handful of moments ago. Like .. like he was underwater?? Or in a fog .. something like amnesia clogging the pores of his senses. Had there not been the familiar ache of lust, pushing against his zipper, he would’ve been truly worried. Is this what horny teenagers feel like? he mused quietly .. yeah, quietly — but only on the inside.

    On the outside?? On the outside, the wolfish artisan was lost within the throes of a writhing frenzy. With the same raking touch he had donned to scratch Travis only moments ago, he now took up again in a similar manner; except there was a fuel-like drive behind the motion now, a sense of mounting desperation that hadn’t been present before. And the intentions of it were only to hold Travis close, instead of to wound him. ‘Cause eff it, regardless of the pay, Hanley wanted this — no, eff that, he needed this. He needed the pawing of the larger man’s touch, the cruel knife of his gaze .. and oh, God, the bite of his teeth. Travis’s ivory points, relentlessly at work: teasing the soft valley of flesh just beneath the stubbled slope of his jaw. Mon Dieu, indeed, especially when it was taken into consideration how rough Travis was, how his teeth didn’t nibble and scrape, but instead bit and suckled the incredibly sensitive area of skin; their crude attentions prompting the teen to cry out in protest with his voice .. even as he begged for more with his body, his hands reassembling their holds — his right raising to conform to the smooth curve of Travis’s neck, flattening over his nape, where he dug his nails into the flesh, allowing his fingers to do what begging his mouth couldn’t be entrusted with .. as meanwhilst, his left hand boldly snaked its way up and under the fabric of the coach’s shirt; lending the attentions of a calloused palm and wicked fingers to the task of thoroughly exploring the heavily cut, muscular flesh. Down along his side, fingers fluttering devilishly over the margin of torso, and then gliding over onto the territory of the stomach — whereupon a sigh of appreciation was uttered, ‘cause fuck, even though he knew it would only prove troublesome in the future, even though he knew it would be best for everyone if he stopped this now …Hanley was still falling in violent love with this man’s body. The more of it he felt, the more of it he craved. The more of it he needed.

    “Travis .. Travis .. oh my God, Trrrraaaavissss—” Oh shit, his back was against a wall. But that wasn’t nothing - what was something was that Hanley had only just realized this. The fuck was wrong with him?! Why and how was it that he was so effing out of it?! Was it something Travis was doing? Was it good? Like .. it wasn’t fatal, was it?? What the hell kind of sickness caused these kind of symptoms, this kind of hypersexual awareness? It was familiar, yeah — but Hanley had only ever experianced it with Anderson. Always Anderson, always the man he preferred to think of as his master. Never anyone else. To be honest, it kind of scared the artisan .. it was unfamiliar and new and all kinds of complex, but most of all it wasn’t with his master, and that was, perhaps, what upset him the most. It made him feel as though he was betraying his ex-lover somehow .. made him worry over the possibility of Anderson finding out. Made him wonder if he would be punished?? What would Anderson use?? An idle yet loaded thought, provoking the artisan’s lower abdominal muscles to contract in anticipation for the ridiculous. Once more he arched against Travis, the movement incited by barely restrained desire.

    When at last the torturous affections of Travis’s mouth were lifted, Luson’s reaction was a violent one. Allowing friction to generate, he melded their lower halves together; grinding, writhing; melting into the kiss with a gasping whimper, dark hues shuttering. Hands fisting; tongue venturing forth to entangle hungrily with the other man’s .. suckling, thrusting, begging. The rough quality and sluggish pace of the exchange invited a new frustration .. except this was one that the wolfish artisan seemed willing to endure. He might as well have been putty in Travis’s effing hand, utterly helpless against his intoxicating influence. “Travis,” he whimpered, even as his mouth was being deliciously ravaged, and he was becoming drunk on the taste of the man’s tongue. “Travis, please. Please; fuck me. I need you - I n-need .. to please fuck me.”
     
  2. Still looking :/
     
  3. I like doing yaio!
    I have a few ideas we could try to interrogate with yours?
     
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  4. Sure. Private message me?
     
  5. sure- well I can try I'm new to this site shouldn't be too hard though!
     
  6. I'm interested in doing either Naruto or college professor/student rp :)