wild heart

this time around, I'm looking for a Batman/DC roleplay. I want to play Jason Todd and am interested in playing against several characters, with Dick Grayson at the top (and also as the dom/top). others I'd be happy to play against include most villains, bruce, tim, roman, etc.

seeking advanced & novella/multi-para vibes. oh and smut of course, with kinks! can roleplay here on tumblr, email, or discord. like or message if interested please!

this time it's the maze runner. give me a minho, newt, gally, or any oc against my thomas. advanced writing style, romance/smut, and discord or tumblr preferred.

I'm down for movie or book verse, very canon or complete au - pretty much any setting/universe/plot so long as it involves our boys. I am looking to play as Henry and as the beautiful bottom that I headcanon him as.

He let himself, half made himself, get lost in the music. Noah wasn’t much of a dancer, but the place was filled with college kids like himself. It was more about energy, bodies pressing together, than actual skill. He didn’t dance with anyone in particular, just moved with the music and with the crowd.

It could have been ten minutes or an hour later when Noah finally spotted him. Finn. There’d been no guarantee that the other would show up, but it would be a lie to say it wasn’t what Noah was planning for, hoping for. No, it wasn’t some grand scheme, and even he couldn’t pick apart all the reasons of the ‘why’. Why he was here, why he now began dancing with another guy, why he wanted Finn to see. All of that to encompass the why Noah had had this feeling much too close to jealousy burning inside him since two days before, since he’d seen Finn too close to that girl, too taken with whatever joke she made, too interested in someone that wasn’t him.

Noah didn’t know if Finn had seen him yet, but he would. His own force of will was determined of that. So, once again Noah made himself get lost in everything, and this time with a partner. The other guy was around his age, tall, and had one hand lingering near Noah’s waist as they moved together. Noah didn’t know his name, didn’t care, mind wholly occupied by the one he hoped was watching him now.

                                              “You’re not…?” He asked, his tone not without mocking and taunting, a questioning look in his cocked eyebrow. “Because you see, that lovely woman you’ve been so clumsily courting, I bet she’s a very good girl. I bet I can take her home and she’d let me show her a good time on her knees. I’d bet she looks even lovelier being pet and praised. What she doesn’t deserve is a half baked fake of a man, selling her on things he knows he can’t provide. A firm hand? Guidance? Shouldering on responsibilities so she doesn’t have to? It’d be far too unfair of me to let you ruse her into that. Now, if you were after an enchanting dominant woman or enby, then, really, I’d admit I missed my turn, and I’d let you precious thing go and be satisfied. But that’s not something she can provide either. And I think you know that, don’t you?” 

As the other licked his lip, Grayson reached out, trailing his thumb over the wet lip and bringing the pad to his own mouth, sucking on it with a look at him that dared him to protest. “Thing is. As pretty as that girl is, I think you’re prettier. I think you’re also in much bigger need of my services and my touch. Look at you. You poor pup. Forced to come out here and pretend so many things. To be straight. To want to top man or woman. To know what you’re doing. To take initiative. So much responsibility on your shoulders that you never asked for.”

He sipped his drink again, giving the boy a second to let it all sink. “So what is it gonna be, pet? Are you coming with me or should I offer her your spot? It’s your choice.” 

At his own words repeated back to him, Jakob’s cheeks darkened again. A flush of embarrassment, of knowing this stranger could peg him so easily. But it was more than that. Being frustrated with the other’s tone and cocky look and being made to feel small. But the reason it was truly embarrassing? Because Jakob liked it. And because he had a really difficult time hiding that. Letting out a harsh breath, Jakob listened to the other’s words. One of his hands curled into a fist at his side, not ready to make any move but more from his own growing agitation.

“I wasn’t rusing her into anything,” he snapped back. Maybe their night together wouldn’t have been fireworks, but it would leave them both content at least. Half baked fake of a man?? “Fuck you.” The words hissed out before he could stop them. “You don’t even know me. You don’t know anything about me.” His fingers clenched tighter as he grew angrier, sidestepping away from why this conversation affected him so much in the first place.

But it seemed the other male wouldn’t be so easily put off. Jakob couldn’t find it in himself to speak as his lip was touched, same thumb soon being drawn past seductive lips. If that wasn’t enough to have him completely flustered, the next lines of him being called pretty and pup, that certainly did it. He wanted to groan, the words going straight to his brain and straight to his cock.

 — finn and noah.

   he couldn’t help the faint smile which pulled to his lips at noah’s assurance he believed he could do it  —  an expression more genuine than one he ever tended to wear around the frat house and yet with just the two of them it almost came naturally to finn.  “  i will,  when we’re sober.  ”  he agreed softly, back still to the other as he looked over the bottles and yet a small part of him made a note to remember if noah were to ever ask again  …  not that he imagined the other male would still sound as interested when he’d stopped drinking  —  people tended not to be, which was understandable given the subject. 

   at noah’s comment it was difficult to stop the soft laugh which threatened to fall fondly past his own lips  -   maybe you   -  although he imagined the younger male wouldn’t say anything else given the circumstances. it was just the two of them and getting at least one of the guys on you side was always going to be a wise idea as a pledge — even if it meant sucking up to them slightly.    it was still strangely nice to to hear.   as if the words might somehow be true with the ease there seemed to be between them.    “   i mean it  —    ”    fingers racked back through brown curls,  pulling himself from the thought quickly at the distraction of the other male’s words.  “  they’re going to put you through some hell  —  if you need to get away from that, they won’t bother you in there.   ”  a singular benefit to being the frat brother who cared about his studies,  the other guys had learnt long ago to leave his room in peace.  extending that to noah felt natural…  a vaguely helpful thing to do for the freshman that he had made a gentle note to himself to keep an eye on.   there was nothing wrong with that.   after all, who wouldn’t find it endearing to listen to the slight rambling of the other male, or feel that similar tinge of protectiveness that seemed to accompany it. 

   “  whatever you drink now i think you’re screwed  —  they’ll have mixed enough in that cup there’s no escaping your first college hangover.   ”   words joked lightly as he finished pouring the drink, the small amount of humour attempting to distract from the contact between them that eventually had to be broken as he turned to put down the bottle. looking back up, brown eyes fell to the hand held out towards him, lingering for a moment before raising his gaze to slowly study the features of the male. and finn already knew what he was about to do  —  the pounding within his chest telling him it wasn’t a good idea and yet the alcohol had dulled that knowledge just enough that it didn’t compare with the overwhelming desire to act rather than think for once in his life.  ’   to hell with it.   ‘  the words exhaled out softly under his breath, a single step closing the small distance left between them as hands raised to catch the other’s face gently in his hold,  lips meeting noah’s in a desperate kiss.  it could ruin everything and yet for a moment he didn’t care, too caught on the taste of noah’s lips and the lingering trace of alcohol on them, the fact the two were close that he could swear the other male would be able to feel the racing deep in his chest and yet it felt right. it had done since the first moment he had seen him. 

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“Good, good,” he answered, a few little nods of his head. “Don’t forget. ‘Cause I might. Not you, I mean, could never. Just... uh.. you telling me stuff.” Noah smiled. “You helping people. Which makes sense, ‘cause you’re really nice and sweet.” Was that weird to say? The nice part probably not, but the sweet part? Eh, he wasn’t sure. But it was true, so why not say it? Of course it was also true that Finn was cute and endearing and someone that Noah wanted to be pressed into a wall by-- but ah, even drunk him knew that wasn’t the thing to say right now.

“I know you mean it,” he said softly, watching still as Finn looked over the drink options. “I mean, yes, thank you. I will definitely come by. And you come by my room sometimes, too? Or us just hanging out around the house...” Noah’s words and thoughts were a bit of a jumble right now, fueled mostly by the alcohol but also from the excitement and nervousness of being around the other male. His eyes darted to Finn’s fingers as they raked through his hair. Noah couldn’t decide what he wanted more - for it to be his own fingers running through Finn’s hair or to have Finn’s fingers running through his own. Both good, both something he wanted.

The brunette gave a little shrug at Finn’s words about his impending hangover. “Tha’s’alright,” he replied. “Whole college experience, remember? Wanna do things, enjoy it.” And right now that’s what he was doing. Having a night of laughter and drinking and spending it with the guy he’d been crushing on since nearly the first time they’d said hello. It was perfect, exactly what he wanted. Noah couldn’t really imagine that it’d get better. And for a moment he feared he’d ruined it, with Finn staring momentarily at his outstretched hand. But then the other was moving in closer, hands on his face, and then-- lips on his.

HENRY x NOAH

noah was too polite to ask for much or push things. it was part of what was so deliciously endearing about him in henry’s eyes. he didn’t make demands, didn’t sulk, and never made a scene. there was very little henry would ever change about the boy. sure, a part of him was worried that their connection would differ off of the app or that noah was all talk but as bland and as vanilla as other bakeries. but what was life without a little risk?

bananacremepies: i wouldn’t be able to teach you anything unless you had a natural talent. bananacremepies: that’s not to say you couldn’t back out if you wanted to, of course. if you changed your mind you could always leave.  bananacremepies: yes, i want to meet you. of course i want to meet you. whenever you’re ready. 

it was a bit intimidating to think about, but he knew it was better to do it now instead of later. henry had never been someone to procrastinate for long - why not now?

bananacremepies:  is it really a punishment if you want it?bananacremepies:  i could spank you if you wanted. you look like you’d fit over my lap. and you’d be very cute squirming. bananacremepies:  you’re very welcome, darling. sweet boys deserve compliments. 

 oh, but noah liked to babble. his inexperience was clear in every last reply, but henry found it endearing. he was glad that noah couldn’t hear him chuckling. even though he meant no harm he was sure noah would still be flustered.

bananacremepies:  it’s okay, darling. you don’t have to explain yourself. bananacremepies:  you’re a submissive boy. there’s no harm in that. you just want to feel good, that’s all. i’m glad that you want to feel good.  bananacremepies:  how long would i make you wait? that depends on you.  bananacremepies:  good boy. very, very good boy.  bananacremepies:  but not even good boys get anything without a little work. what are you going to do to deserve to touch yourself?  bananacremepies:  you don’t need to worry about me just yet. right now we’re focusing all on you.

bttmbookbabe: you’re sweet. I definitely think you’re helping me in my... education though. bttmbookbabe: ;)

Noah breathed out slowly, rereading the other’s words. God, he wanted for them to meet so badly. But this felt much more real than having talked about it briefly and without much detail before. He was eager and scared and hopeful and nervous all wrapped into one - and this was just the thought of it.

bttmbookbabe: I really want to meet you too. bttmbookbabe: we could get coffee or something. bttmbookbabe: ummm I guess that’s kinda stereotypical and lame... bttmbookbabe: what about baked goods AND coffee? bttmbookbabe: there’s this place I like to go to downtown.

He bit his lip a moment after sending the message. Maybe that was still kinda lame. And maybe he should’ve considered that he’d definitely harbored a mostly-based-on-looks-and-short-conversations crush on the owner there. But it really was a place he liked to go to and felt comfortable at. And right now, with most of his blood rushing south, it was the only thing he’d been able to come up with.

bttmbookbabe: I don’t know? bttmbookbabe: is it? bttmbookbabe: like not me trying to be cheeky, genuinely wondering... bttmbookbabe: but yes, umm I think I’d want you to spank me sometime bttmbookbabe: nnnnghhh you saying stuff like that turns me on so much. bttmbookbabe: I’d try to stay still but I would squirm and you’d need to hold me down some and then spank me and after fuck me

Shifting on the bed, he leaned back more, trying very, very hard not to touch himself like he wanted to. Noah knew that he could do it, that he could lie or even just refuse, but that wasn’t who he was. He wanted to be good and he wanted to be honest, and more than that, doing what Sir told him, it turned him on more and just made him feel good.