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bleach-boyz · 1 year

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Chapter 1: The Chick Next Door

So your family moved next door to Dico when you were six years old, and although he was two years older than you, you became fast friends. This was mostly due to proximity and your parents' strong encouragement of you two spending time together (they were scared of you not making friends, which you admittedly had trouble with). Outside of that, though, you actually had a lot in common: you liked to watch the same cartoons and movies and loved to roleplay with your toys in each other's front yards. You were pretty inseparable until Dico’s first year in high school.

It wasn’t that you two made a conscious effort to stop hanging out; it was just sort of a natural side effect of getting older and going through your awkward phase. You both just became too aware of the way your friendship was perceived by others, and it made you insecure. There was no ill will, though, and you’d still stop and say hi to him and even occasionally go to a movie together if neither of you had plans.

At some point, he started hanging around this group of boys; some of them were skaters, but if you ever saw them, they were usually just being loud and recording each other with a camera in Dico’s yard. Every time you had to interact with them, a ball of anxiety would form in your chest, mostly due to the fear of being the butt of one of their jokes but also because you were at an age where you couldn’t talk to a boy without blushing.

Over the years, you grew to recognize all the members of Dico’s group and had your own assumptions and impressions of each of them based on the little interactions you had. The group gave off an air of immaturity, but there was never a time when they appeared to not be having fun. It made you a bit jealous that you weren’t part of a close group of friends like that.

When Dico graduated, you assumed that that would be the last you’d see of those boys outside of school, but you found out from your parents that Dico wasn’t going to college and was going to keep living with his parents. You didn’t want to admit that you were actually glad to hear this.

Your junior year was extremely uneventful. The boys used to provide occasional entertainment for you and the rest of the student body at school, but after Dico and a few others graduated, one of them was kicked out, and another dropped out, day to day became even more boring. You’d still see them messing around at Dico’s, but the visits became less frequent.

At the end of that school year, Dico stopped you in your yard one day to tell you he was having a party at his house while his parents were out of town that weekend. You spent the days leading up to the party debating whether or not you should go. You stood in your kitchen an hour after the party started, staring at Dico’s house through your window. You only managed to force yourself out of the house after taking two shots of tequila from your parents liquor cabinet.

Walking out your front door, you can already hear the sound of the music blasting inside Dico's place. You worry about whether or not the sound would be enough to drive one of your more ill-tempered neighbors towards calling the police, but figure if that happens, it’s a short dash back to your place so you could probably avoid getting in trouble.

You walk slowly over to Dico’s front door, following a group of girls whom you didn’t recognize, giving them a small, friendly smile when you accidentally make eye contact. They lead the way inside and seem to immediately bump into some people they know, leaving you alone in the entryway.

You have an impulse to immediately turn around and leave, but then you see Dico and one of his friends rounding the corner and heading towards you.

"Hey dude, did you just get here? You haven’t seen a tall guy with ginger hair running around here, have you?" Dico asks, stopping in front of you.

"Uh yeah, I just got here, and no, I don’t think so.." you respond.

"No worries, you need a drink?" Dico gestures back towards the kitchen. His friend elbows him and clears his throat.

"I’m Raab, by the way. Geez, Dico, don’t you know how to introduce people?" The friend says, and Dico elbows him back harder.

"Weren’t you the one who got expelled for smearing shit on someone’s locker?" You ask without thinking. Dico laughs and looks at Raab, who has a smug look on his face.

"Your reputation proceeds you." Dico teases and then invites you both to follow him to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, you see a few more people that you know are from that same friend group. Dico introduces you to each of them, and they all surprisingly recognize you as "the chick that lives next door."

A couple drinks later, Dico corrals everyone to the basement, where a band has set up to play. The drummer was a tall, ginger guy who you realize must be the person Dico was looking for before. You also realize that he is in your grade, and you two have had a few classes together in the past year, but you can’t quite remember his name.

The music is rock/metal in genre, so all the boys start moshing in the center of the room, which causes you to stay close to the back wall. At some point, a blonde guy comes up to you and wordlessly offers you another drink. After finishing it, you can say with absolute confidence that you are officially drunk.

Following the set, a bunch of you go outside to smoke cigarettes and weed. You refuse the weed, knowing that you are already a little too far gone, but when that same blonde guy who gave you a drink earlier offers you a cigarette, you feel compelled to take it.

"It’s Ryan, by the way." The blonde says while lighting your cigarette. You take a substantial inhale and, surprisingly, don’t cough despite never having smoked before.

"I’ll try to remember that." You say and he raises his eyebrows at you.

"Oh no, I just mean that like.. I’m drunk, and I’m not good with names." You backtrack, and Ryan chuckles.

"You’re good."

The rest of the night is filled with cheerful conversation, and you end up going home feeling giddy over how well you got along with these people that you’ve been too scared to talk to for years. The entire night just put into perspective how silly you were to be intimidated by these guys.

You wonder why Dico suddenly decided to invite you to a gathering after you two had drifted apart. Part of you felt like he avoided having you around because you wouldn’t fit in or would embarrass him, though you knew that that was probably just your insecurities talking. Whatever, it was a conversation to be had with him some other day.

Right now, you just need to go to bed.

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Hello! So this is the beginning of my CKY fic 🤭. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be interested but I already got a few follows which is so dope. I know this chapter is short but I just wanted to get something out there. The first few chapters are probably going to be similar to this in that I skip through some big periods of time and then drop in on events I want to show in more detail. If you have any thoughts or just wanna chat hmu! Thank you :)

#ryan dunn #bam margera #brandon dicamillo #jackass #cky #cky imagine #cky crew #cky x reader #chris raab #raab himself #jess margera #viva la bam #my fic #fanfic #rake yohn

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justices-blade · 1 year

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ooc; TOA Anniversary Munday!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

tagging: you :)

Name: leo

Pronouns: he/him

Birthday (no year): :)

Where are you from? What is your time zone?: yes. cest (gmt+2)

Roleplay experience: 12 years total, 10 years on and off on tumblr

Got any pets? i had a bunch of fish at various times in my life but the last hag of a molly murdered all her tankmates it was a whole thing

Favorite time of year: autumn

Some interests and things you like: dnd, drawing, gaming, a bit of cosplay. i like frogs :) and rock.

Some funfacts & trivia about you: - i once kneed myself in the eye on accident - ive made 47+ ocs just for ffxiv - funny character voices are my passion - i either go completely silent or get really loud while gaming. i also make actually physically wounded noises when my character gets hit

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? ffxiv, apex legends, flight rising, honkai star rail, enstars, soulsborne, splatoon. its a list of all time for sure

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: ghost/bug, spiritomb/armarouge

How did you get into Fire Emblem? was really into smash bros for a while and got interested in fire emblem. my friend had a copy of awakening and i watched her play, and when i asked my dad to get me path of radiance when he was in the us he got radiant dawn instead

What Fire Emblem games have you played? the gba ones, tellius, the 3ds ones and engage

First Fire Emblem game: radiant dawn

Favorite Fire Emblem game: also radiant dawn

Any Fire Emblem crushes? i dont do crushes but pandreo? ephraim also makes me feel profoundly unwell. also call me brendan reed because limstella,

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? - Awakening: stahl - Fates: niles - Three Houses: idk tbh - Engage: pandreo

Favorite Fire Emblem class: thief, mage

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? thief (high skl/spd/res/mag, dogshit con def and hp, normal str)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? golden deer

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? micaiah or byleth

How did you find TOA? saw it here and there while scrolling fe tags on tumblr... was scrolling the tellius one and saw an active leonardo??? and i was missing tumblr rp at the time and i was like okay sure why the hell not (i would write edward regardless though)

Current TOA muses: edward, chad, denning

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? edward has taken up permanent residence in my brain since i was 14 he is NOT leaving

Have you had any other TOA muses? im at three and im staying with these three until further notice ✌️

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? little guys and pensive freaks. theres closer descriptions of my archetypes but this is good enough

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? hmhmhm. i like themes of belonging and not-belonging i think? places and people with which you feel at home, places you feel adrift and lost and that disconnect where it falls apart. i also really like unreliable narration, horror and that unsettling slightly delusional tonal dissonance when i have occasion to whip it out to maximum effect :)

Favorite TOA-related memory: keras kai elephas was so damn fun to me i need to stress this. first lore event really hit and solidified that i definitely want to stay!!

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? wil boey kliff and jean. are At My Door. theyre not getting in anytime soon but Hey.

#;ooc #hmhmhm

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terastalungrad · 11 months

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BB20: Wednesday 18 October

Pressure's on, gang - gonna try and catch up on Big Brother so I can watch the eviction live tonight!

Nominations! Good, I'm glad they're Wednesday rather than Thursday. A little more time before the Friday eviction.

Two nominations each this time, as is traditional. Last week, they only nominated one each. I quite like this idea. Gives a sense of escalation.

Olivia improvises a nomination song.

Jordan: You have a beautiful singing voice. A shame I have to hear it so loudly.

Jenkin nominates Henry. Jenkin finds him lazy and selfish, which he puts down to their different upbringings. Class divide! Welshman vs Tory. I am on Jenkin's side of course.

Jenkin thinks Zak tries to be friends with everyone and finds this false. Kerry said much the same thing yesterday, so here's another idea spreading memetically through the house.

Tom nominates Hallie! You leave her alone, boy. He doesn't think she's being her True Self, another popular meme phrase this year.

Tom nominates Jordan, for not pulling his weight "in this experience". I like it when they call it an experience. Although my favourite is when they call it a process as if it's the Apprentice.

Hallie nominates Zak for holding back on his opinions, a very classic Big Brother problem to have. We don't like tact in this show.

Hallie nominates Trish, who's been difficult to other housemates, and Hallie suspects Trish will treat her the same way as the group reduces in size.

Henry nominates Zak for being fake and masculine. He nominates Paul for being lowbrow.

In the living room, Hallie spies with her little eye something beginning with C. "Cocks!" Paul guesses.

Tumblr favourite Yinrun nominates Kerry because her kindness towards Yinrun seems superficial. She nominates Noky for celebrating her achievements rather than herself as a person.

It's an amazingly even spread so far. Zak has three nominations, and then seven other housemates have exactly one each.

Noky nominates Henry and Jordan for not contributing much to chores.

Chanelle nominates Zak and Trish for selfishness around food.

Paul nominates Trish for bringing up controversial topics of conversation, and Jordan for not doing chores.

Matty nominates Olivia for being loud, and Kerry for having tantrums.

Kerry nominates Zak for stirring trouble, and Matty for being annoying to her.

Olivia nominates Matty for slyly eating more than his fair share of food, and Henry for barely doing any chores.

Trish nominates Kerry for exaggerating her negative responses to tasks, and Paul for low emotional intelligence.

Jordan nominates Paul for his lowbrow humour and pranks, and Noky for making a big fuss and causing drama during the camping task.

Zak nominates Hallie for making a fuss to try and get what she wants, and Olivia for being rude and disrespectful.

Dylan nominates Matty and Henry for not doing their bit in terms of chores.

In summary!

Zak and Henry face eviction with 6 and 4 nominations respectively.

The voting was so close that, shockingly, every single housemate had the power to change the final result if they'd voted differently. Jordan, Kerry, Matty, Paul and Trish all received 3 nominations. Any could face eviction with one extra vote - and if Henry had received one vote fewer, they'd all be up.

Chanelle, Dylan, Jenkin, Tom and Yinrun received no nominations. Three big Steff faves here (the three non-English ones natch). Good result.

Stressful eviction this week though! I really like Zak, but he's become deeply unpopular in the house. I'd rather keep him than Henry, but I suspect viewers will save Henry since they enjoy his roleplay marriage to Jordan.

And ooh, look at me rooting for the handsome straight boi over the queer man. That's what happens when you support the Tories and the Royals. You lose my support.

"When you try to be everyone's friends, you actually make more enemies than you do friends." Kerry's anti-Zak sentiment has spread to Olivia now, look!

Henry's worried he'll be up. (He will be up.) Zak, Trish and Yinrun tell him he's great. They like him.

Whoever goes, it's a loss to the house. Zak and Henry both have very close friends.

Now, listen. I know Zak and Henry have become real people to us, but I really don't want the posh white Tory to beat the socialist immigrant.

Yinrun cries when she finds out who's up. :( She doesn't want to lose Henry.

Henry's sad, but doesn't want to cause a scene. Trish says he should feel free to make a scene.

"They've already nominated you. What are they going to do? Nominate you again?"

Yes, Trish! That is something they can do!

Olivia improvises a post-announcement song. Her improvised songs are all rubbish and I love them.

Trish is worried that Jordan isn't coping with Henry facing eviction. She thinks Jordan's putting on a front.

But ... Jordan will be fine, won't he?! He's not about attachment. Everyone else brought in one photo of family, and Jordan brought a photo of a nice plaza.

ARGH, ITV, I'm all for slightly longer episodes of this show, but can you please tell your schedulers so my Virgin box records the whole thing please??

Anyway, I planned ahead and recorded the next programme, so on we go.

Jordan and Matty have a lovely chat. I ship this a lot more than Jordan/Henry.

"I've made it this far in the process," says Zak. The process!! He said the thing!

Henry says he's found it better to vocalise his concerns. He advises Jordan do the same thing. Jordan is mortified. He's not holding anything in! Everyone thinks he's putting on a brave face, but he's doing nothing of the sort. He really isn't bothered. He'd prefer Henry not to go, and doesn't like Henry being upset. But he's not emotional.

#bbuk

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trixcuomo · 1 year

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Trixany gets sued... finally

Haris Pilton: We're being sued over that book you wrote for Nozdormu.

Trixany: What! The Lil Noz X parody was cute, it was a slam dunk!

Haris: And who do you think is suing us? Lil Nas X, with an A, he plays video games. He did notice after a while.

Trixany: Well, crap. I hadn't thought of that.

Haris: And surprise surprise, someone else is suing you for your other book, Finding Fandom.

Trixany: I thought we scrapped that when I switched to writing for Nozdormu?

Haris: *sigh* They alt-universe sued us. That means they assumed you had intentions of writing the book in one or more alternative universes, which, of course, means you already have.

Trixany: Huh?

Haris: You think they didn't get access to Bronze dragon lawyers too, after the first stunt you pulled? Apparently, Raszageth, aka Raszanini tipped them off. You devoted a whole chapter to her, if I recall.

Trixany: Raszageth doesn't want to be at the center of a cute pop song? I turned her dungeon raid into the next dance craze! People love being blown off the platform now, and exploding during phase three. Good LFR groups with great tanks are actually queueing for that raid again, I did that. Trixany Cuomo! What's her problem?!

Haris: Well... *she slams her binder shut* You're not allowed to write for Haris Corp anymore. That's the long and short of it, Trixany. Don't worry though, we'll put you on some other assignment.

Trixany: ...

Haris: How would you like to be in a reality show with all the alts on your character screen? You'll be living in the same house together.

Trixany: There's like fifty of those! And they all resent me for my main OC status. They've never had any real play time in several years. Are you crazy??

Haris: We'll call it Fake World WrA. It is catchy, you have to admit.

Trixany: That sounds very familiar. Are you sure it hasn't been done before? *squints*

Haris: It's probably what we all call roleplaying on WrA in our minds, but it's like someone finally said it out loud. That's why.

Trixany: Yeah, that would be it.

Haris: We also considered Total Drama Not-Moon Guard Island.

Trixany: Well, that one definitely stings.

#desperate-alts-lives

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vesters-and-venum · 2 months

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Sarah Rookwood 2016 (Year 7 - 17 y/o) -> Sarah Rookwood 2021 portfolio “The Green Witch” (College - 20s y/o) -> Sarah Alderman 2024 (sighs Year 5 - 15 y/o. Majority character designs looked adults I keep forgetting they’re high schoolers and not college students).

(By the way, not an evolution. Just reusing concepts and ideas)

First post!

//For those who recognized my character from 2016’s Southeast Asian HP roleplay fb group (if happen to stumble here); where back then we don’t have knowledge of She Who Must Not be Named’s bigotry yet, hello! It’s great to see you back after we all went offline and go separate ways to our IRLs!

It’s a long story from getting bone-achingly hurt by the author back in 2020 to now; and I don’t feel wanted to repeat telling the hurtful journey here as I repeatedly told how I felt (yes including the game) when the author’s bigotry was so loud during day 1, to a point I lost my friends who (unsurprisingly) had same views as her. Took years to “heal” (I don’t know if this word describe well, but for now I use it) from the unfortunate 2020 incidents, my relationship to this bewitching typical recurring theme media & introspection on myself being at peace for who I really am (I just write this part on surface level as in depths are personal and will remain private). 2020 was wild.

But throughout those period of time, The Worst Witch stole my heart, the OG before HP; hence you see inspiration in my portfolio storyboard animatic 2021! I’ve been repeatedly watch them and never get bored of it! (Please watch the Worst Witch both classic and CBBC/Netflix version!)

Let’s focus on present.

I (finally) borrowed the game; and this sideblog is dedicated to Sarah Alderman (previously Sarah Rookwood lol, I didn't know Rookwood exist in HP world) here for funsies. (Look at me only grew up with CD pirated films bought at night market and no books eheh💸 hashtag fakefan xD)

But, there is not much good screenshot pictures as there’s deadline for borrowing (loaning?) the game. But I did my best and what I could! Alas I just knew of photo mode AFTER I finished the game.

I also tend to forget there are small few trans peeps worked on this project as well. For sure they’re proud of it (the feeling of “reclaim” of sorts).

I have a lot to say regarding the game after my borrowing deadline came near. But long story short, the team really did their best to separate any She Who Must Not Be Named's aspects (it's still there in some parts, but it's a first step in my humble opinion). And I do hope the team maintain the momentum. Alas, despite She Who Must Not Be Named did not involve in this roleplaying magical school game, she still profited from it; hence I borrow it from office. And do not worry on the team's salary, as they already paid. And I say this is as someone who worked in entertainment industry.

I’m unsure what to tag in each posts you may see here, but definitely don’t want to tag the name of game. I may tag MC’s name, house name, location, and extra bits related to the picture. It’s okay if any of you stumble here though.

Enjoy!

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polyghostfacehours · 3 years

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-Poly!Ghostface (Billy, Stu):

Fics/Blurbs/Drabbles:

Tension Broken, Quiet Found: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

- Oops, Denied! - GN!Reader (Smut)

- Dumbification Kink - GN!Reader (Smut)

- slight prequel

- Roleplay Revenge - F!Reader (Smut)

- Blood On Your Hands - GN!Reader (Smut)

- Mixing It Up - Sub!GN!Reader, Sub!Stu (Smut) (part fic)

- Stuilly Blurb - No Reader

- Arcade Date - GN!Reader (Fluff)

- Enby Reader Coming Out - NB!Reader

- Waking Them Up For Kisses (Split Routes) - GN!Reader

- Boobies - Actress!Reader

- Friends With Many Benefits -GN!Reader (Smut)

- Lock and Key - Dom!GN!Reader, Dom!Billy, Sub!Stu (Smut)

- Undertow - GN!Reader (Smut, TW: CNC RP)

- Aftercare - GN!Reader (mild Smut)

- I Wanna See Him Cry - Dom!GN!Reader, Dom!Billy, Sub!Stu (Smut)

- Good Boys - Mommy!Dom!Reader, Sub!Stu, Sub!Billy (Smut)

- Nah - GN!Reader (Fluff)

- Spine-Chilled - GN!Reader

- Stranger Danger - afab!GN!Reader (Smut)

- Happy Birthday to You - dom!F!Reader, dom!Stu, sub!Billy (Smut)

- All Wrong - GN!Reader

- Adam's Apple - GN!afab!Reader (Smut)

- Hands Free - GN!Reader (Smut)

- Halloween - GN!Reader (Halloween Special)

Prompts:

- One Word Prompts:

- 29. Children + 1. Morning

- 24. Coffee

- 3. Touch

- Headcanon Ficlets:

- Cockwarming

- Breeding Kink

- Smut Prompts:

- 34. Domestic

- 28. Sorry and 49. Whisper

- 1. First

- Smut Fic Prompts:

- D6. Jackhammering + D13. Squirting

- F11. In front of/by a mirror

- D5. Sloppy, dirty sex + E6. Dom/sub dynamic - Flirty/Smutty Prompts:

- 23. “be quiet!” + 45.“it’s like three in the morning, what the fuck are you doing?”

1. “shut your fucking mouth.” “make me.” + 33. “say it out loud.”

Headcanons:

- Impromptu Roadtrip - GN!Reader : Part 1, Part 2

- Ghostface Cheating - GN!Reader (very slight smut)

- Reader Breaking Up with Yandere!Poly!Ghostface

- Reaction to Sick Reader

- What Billy and Stu Think of Their Friend Group

- With GN!Reader at Pride

- Billy and Stu Home Life Headcanons

- Do They Have Breeding Kink? (Smut)

- Overstimulation Headcanon blurb (Smut)

- How Would Their House Look Like?

- Exploring an Abandoned Place with Them

- Billy and Stu Music Taste Headcanons

- Poly!Ghostface x GN!Reader who’s the Lead Singer in a Band

- Billy and Stu Bullying Headcanons

- Stealing Billy and Stu’s Clothing

- Getting High w/ Billy and Stu

- With a CryingDepressed!Reader

- Watching the Scary Movie parody films w/ Billy and Stu

- Kink List

- With a Possessive!Reader

- Working a Fireworks Stand (4th of July Special)

- Reaction to Reader w/ Facial Scars

- With a Chubby!Reader Who Wears Short/Tight Clothing

- Their Favorite Foods (ft. Danny, Jennifer Check)

- Watching Hell's Kitchen/Kitchen Nightmares

- With a SelectivelyMute!Reader

- With a GentleDom!Fem!Reader (Smut)

- Billy the Power-Tripping Healer

- w/ a ftm!dysphoric!Reader

- Getting their Name Tattooed on You

- Weird Fictional Kinks (Smut)

- w/ a bratty!disobedient!Reader

- How Billy and Stu Dirty Talk

- w/ M! Reader That Fawns Over Them

- w/ Sidney'sRelative!Reader

- w/ Reader who Makes Snuff Films (mild Smut)

- Pining/Crushing Headcanons

- What Lingerie/Sexy Underwear They Like (slight NSFW)

Submissions (NOT WRITTEN BY ME):

- Billy Domming Reader and Stu (Smut)

- Standoff Reader vs. Billy ft. frustrated Stu (Smut)

- Billy “Spelling” His Name (Smut)

- Surprise, Y/N (mild Smut) by @kittiesfinalsun

#billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #poly ghostface #poly!ghostface #ghostface #ghostface x reader

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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+18 HEADCANON :: Gettin’ Frisky With The Måneskin Members

# word count. 2.5k | bullet points

♡ note. they put a spell on us and spiced up 2021, i thought hello world why not write about ‘em. måneskin at their very core are all about being gnc and their bdsm aesthetic is off the charts, it’s all over their lyrics as well — pretty much what i blog about, match made in heaven. yes to some fic content, and time for some ot4 agenda because we’re exploring each member in depth. enjoy!

WARNINGS. ⚠️ explicit content, gender neutral reader, switch!damiano, hard domme!victoria, vanilla!thomas, sub!ethan, freaky stuff, toys and s/m, oral (both ways), degradation, spit, pain play, brat taming, bondage, sinning cuz rock’n’roll never dies

⌜ /// damiano david ⌟

oh, sweet roma with the jawline of god, clad in ruffles, crop tops and mesh

i can sense the kinky switch in him from a mile away, he just radiates it

if this guy isn’t open to try almost everything i don’t know anymore

so yep — as versatile as can be my luvs

not just a sexy beast in tight pants but also really charismatic and good at communicating

damiano can tell you exactly what to do, or do exactly as you say, the man knows how it’s done

totally has a thing for your legs, kisses your hands, sits on your lap, lets you feel up his masterpiece of a body

can go on and on and on like... woo, stamina. this guy is just living the wild and free life, perks of being the group stuntman i mean lead singer, he’s athletic af

divine techniques of giving head, his favorite thing to do, he’s a tongue guy for sure. damiano’s craving for oral spirals out of control when the hormones strike

curses like mad, reaction king, full of flirty antics and banter, talks a lot in bed

the sexy jewelry stay on during sex m’kay

if you have a kink for rings and necklaces this is the right address

not to mention that he maintains a whole collar and choker collection. this guy’s all about ownership, just you wait he probably has a leash for you to hold as well

might also bring out his box of sex toys, damiano is a curious soul in love with all kinds of pleasure so if he knows you like that shit too things will get mighty busy

you’d think ethan is the one to have his hair pulled all the time but it’s actually damiano, figures though

he’ll admit he likes pain to you at some point. but you won’t be that surprised. when you pinch his waist and abs, guy straight up groans

confident being naked generally, figures as well

thrives being tied up, it’s art to him, he looks like art

always torn between wanting to blow your back out and getting roughed up by you until his eyeliner starts running, and his lipstick is all smudged. lord he loves grabbing you by the neck and getting choked out himself as well

yep, a slut, obviously

the type to take the strap balls deep because he can

and vocal as hell, i mean there’s not much explaining to do here. damiano is one loud motherfucker, extroversion here we go

one-on-one is cool with him, but if you are interested things will get poly pretty quickly. damiano is gonna go all out, a roman emperor doing orgies. grapes and good sex and a house full of moaning people, cum everywhere, elaborate roleplay scenes and pole dancing competitions and— okay okay i’m exaggerating but he’s seriously into pleasing several partners

which includes being eye candy. if you wanna lick his tattoos and run your hand through that glorious undercut while you’re cumming... go ahead he likes that

sexy

all the madness aside. wholesome aftercare, he truly has a puppy personality. rock’n’roll is one thing but damiano is a genuinely sweet guy, i mean you can just sit down and paint his nails and talk about everything

you’ll be eating self-cooked italian cuisine and cuddle lots before a long nap together, forehead kissing included

what an interesting man. good on him, damiano david everyone.

⌜ /// victoria de angelis ⌟

oh my god this lady is on a new level

ding ding ding, dominatrix

rock’n’roll baby

miss de angelis doesn’t have girls bite back written on her bass for no reason

she can and will bite you, marking is her favorite thing in fact

prepare for hickeys all over your torso alright, everything tongue-in-cheek she just loves to tease you so much

vic is take-charge and a dirty talk legend, she’s gonna grill you if you’re all bratty i swear

her body is a stunner and she knows it, those hips, that hair... geez

will sit on your face as a hobby, might practice new bass lines while doing it, you’ll feel those in your bones hot damn

can crack a whip on you without hesitation as well, kneel and pray you peasants the alpha bi has arrived

this gal i swear, she can step on you, put you in a tight corset and peeptoe heels to make you extra pretty for her, spit in your face and you’re gonna say thank you mamma mia

talking about mama, victoria got the occasional mommy kink going, you gotta be prepared for that

also rough sex and cigarettes my dear, vic wants to fuck some shit up

loves degradation, calling you pathetic is her favorite, having you lick her boots as well, imagine that

this must be the portal to heaven

might look like a doll but you’re the one she’s gonna throw around like one huh, get ready to get pushed on a bed or pinned against a wall, wow she’s assertive and physical af

watch out for your ass, too, she’ll find ways to destroy it i mean—

guess why maneskin won, the world is longing for unbridled asskicking energy, vic definitely has it

she’ll go down on you so intensely, have fun catching any breath at all

putting you in your place is all she ever needed to see, your begging eyes, your whines and crying, the way you look like cuffed and connected to her favorite vibrators — the sweetest torture, really. she can go on for hours spoiling you with every fantasy a masochist could be dreaming of, and she’s happy to be your mistress

will take off her lingerie, stuff it in your mouth, slap you for good measure, and enjoys you writhing thoroughly. even better, overstimulating you with those agile bass fingers... bad girls do it better.

let’s just put it into words once and for all victoria is a goddess

rolls out the soft domme as well, adores you for aftercare, she’s totally kissy and loves the pillow talk, ma’am your taurus is showing

victoria is a gal you can have outrageous fun sex with and philosophize about the world afterwards, she has so many thoughts to share

you can get an essay about every political issue there is, or every abstract topic, she’s great with languages too

let me tell you: if you like her, it’s guaranteed you’re a hopeless sapiosexual. congratulations for sure

yeah wow she’s a phenomenon inside out

bless her you’ll be crushing so hard

vic rules and she owns your ass peace out

⌜ /// thomas raggi ⌟

how cool is he

resident smooth operator

he got the moves like jagger, the shoes too, and he’s wearing lace jackets come on look at him. he understood the assignment utterly and completely what a joy to behold

fashion is his way of flirting with you, run that hand down his chest and you’ll know

wanna fuck him in that leopard faux fur coat? or the perfectly transparent sequin suit from sanremo that brought out all of his femboy glory (oh my god, the untapped potential of it)? of course you can, no limits

this guy just radiates the sass without even trying and it’s gonna show in bed

mister raggi is like one of those adverts... sexy italian man in your area wants to get to know you

well he really does: the quality time love language is going strong so the getting to know you part is not just gonna be sex all night

the flavor of rock comes with guitar solos and jamming out, imagine fucking several rounds with thomas playing some new pieces for you in between, and you become his muse

god that would be ecstatic, heaven, the stones would be so proud of you, freddie mercury would give a major thumbs up

who needs drugs indeed, just listen to thomas hitting a sick riff at full volume, eargasm

this guy grinding on the floor with just his guitar and a leather jacket on, nothing underneath, singing an ode to you... that’s gonna be an image you’ll never forget i’m telling you

but hey rock star attitude aside he’s actually full of crack, watch him serenade you on the ukulele too and invent a little dance, that’s his real form of foreplay

making you laugh and move your body to the music is the ultimate aphrodisiac for thomas he’s so in love with that

slow sex is on the menu right here. thomas is super relaxed about this, carefree, everything goes

experienced, huge pleaser

thomas is for the vanilla folks, he can spice it up without power exchange ye know. as i note time and again the characters in this group are in perfect equilibrium, vic and damiano are all about that sadomasochistic stuff meanwhile thomas and ethan keep it calmer in that regard

thomas is always upbeat and loves to tease with lighthearted pranks, you blink once next thing you know his shirt is off, damiano has some serious stripper competition

his hair is so cute. those blonde waves and curls, super soft and shiny, this whole band has such great outstanding hairstyles my god. he doesn’t mind you twirling it at all

but mind you. it won’t stay with just teasing and fooling around, this guy can go through a whole pack of condoms in one night. always dances his heart out so you know those hips can keep on grinding

semi-public sex? yesh, he’d fancy it. he’d absolutely make out with you on stage anyway. thomas feels the most comfortable when it’s body on body

a little party never killed nobody: imagine if it wasn’t for covid just how much the two of you would conquer the night life of any major city. loves going out with you to check out all kinds of new genres, clubbing legend. it’s getting steamy on the dancefloor, thomas got his long ass legs between your thighs in a hot minute

can stroke you like his guitar can i get an amen

as you can tell he got that certain kind of confidence

hard to describe, british rock band of the 90s you know, that kind of feeling

keeps it chill with the kinkiness unless lavish fetish wear is concerned, he’s a fashion king after all, harnesses on deck everybody

yeah as you can tell he’s just cool through and through

just an allround great and merry time with thomas, good stuff

⌜ /// ethan torchio ⌟

and now for my personal favorite fella, i’ll tell you why

ethan vibes different, i know right. the balance of personalities in this group is simply beyond astounding. guy’s in his own world, but he’s glad to invite someone dear to him

truest to the band name’s meaning. as in danish for moonshine, if that doesn’t hit home for mister taciturn torchio

subtle elegance in person with a whole sexy and primal twist

ironically he’s the most unhinged and intimidating on stage with his hair flying all over the place and the glaring eyes it’s hilarious, such a duality

off-stage he becomes this elusive buff dracula, bloody hell (pun intended) he is beyond his years, his decade in fact. you gotta be the chosen one — he’s very very picky with who he lets his guard down for. and if he does, it’s gonna be super twin flames i don’t know what other word fits

that’ll be moonshine lovemaking indeed, luxurious and artistic, in each other’s embrace

because he’s a royal vampire count lost in thought, he’s the kinda guy who’s glued to your neck with those lips absentmindedly, wow he loves kissing and worshipping it so much. but he’s almost too afraid to ask

yeah you’re dealing with a shy bean with some hidden kinks

once you get to know each other he’s not awkward at all though, ethan is just very particular with who he’s hanging out around and what words he’s putting into the world

expresses himself with the body instead. can be pretty quiet in bed but it’s not because he’s not feeling anything. he does moan, just very softly and sensually, and he likes to compliment you so much it’s gonna catch you off guard

the more he opens up the more goofy he’ll become like... yeah, closet romantic. ethan is one big honey bear who loves being chest to chest with you, with all that eye contact and snuggling

most of his energy is already spent on destroying the drums, that’s his release

so you can guess how careful he’s gonna be with ya. and ethan enjoys you being the feisty one and the big spoon, he thinks domination is so hot like tie those strong hands to the headboard of his bed already and ride his brains out until he ascends

who knows he might go full on subby and let you drop that candle wax from his favorite antique table on his back, welcome to lord torchio’s vampire castle ba dum tss

SO eager to make you come, his concentration is such a turn-on

indulgent french kisses alert, you leaving scratches on his back and muscles yum

easily led, eager to switch positions a lot, fast sex hell yes it’s so good, loves getting his ass and waist grabbed, control his body how you want to, he will read every wish right from your lips

very much into clothed sex, as we can tell by his insta he loves the gentleman aesthetic so why would that suit come off? it’s part of the experience, he can blow your mind like no other

ethan is kinda packing — and a little embarrassed about it — so you get a whole treat, blowjobs blowjobs blowjobs, you’re gonna eat him alive, suck his soul out, and make him feel so damn good, shit he deserves to go insane from all that head

orgasms so beautifully like... you need to have a camera ready, just how many polaroids of him do you have in your wallet

when you both reached your climax, the way he looks at you is so emotional like goodness me, his eyes always tell no words needed

aftercare is basically you brushing his hair, on the balcony watching the sunrise or sunset, gotta come down in style. he’s so beautiful, mother of god

your gorgeous man is very lowkey, but remember that still waters run deep. he’s such a devoted lover i’m living

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manilafm · 2 years

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Most wanted from the loud house?

Our members would especially love to see Lucy Loud, Lana Loud, Lola Loud, Lisa Loud, Lily Loud, Mr. Lynn, Sr., Loud, Mrs. Rita Loud, Rusty Spokes, Zachary ‘Zach’ Gurdle, Ronnie Anne Santiago, Liam Hunnicutt, Cristina, Stella Zhau, Renee, Meryl Farrell, Margaret ‘Margo’ Roberts, Sid Chang, Fiona, Sam Sharp, Emma, Jackie, Carol Pingrey, Chloe, Lacey St. Clair, Lainey, Lindsay Sweetwater, Meli Ramos, Polly Pain, Cici, Maddie, Maggie, Michelle, Paula Price, Shannon, Adelaide Chang, Shelby, Morag, Hattie, Chandler McCann, Clyde McBride, Whitney, Camille McCauley, Becky, Kat, Giggles, Chinah, Becky, Scoots, Nikki, Clare, Katherine Mulligan, Kate Bernardo, Claudette, Mollie, Girl Jordan, Bobby Santiago, Maria Casagrande-Santiago, Mrs. Frida Puga-Casagrande, Carlota Casagrande, Mr. Carlos Casagrande, Carlos ‘C.J.’, Jr., Casagrande, Carlino ‘Carl’ Casagrande, Carlitos Casagrande, Mrs. Rosa Casagrande, Mr. Howard McBride, Mr. Harold McBride, Gayle McBride, Dr. Arturo Santiago, Mr. Hector Casagrande-Guiterrez, Mr. Stanley Chang, Mrs. Becca Chang, Principal Wilbur T. Huggins, Agnes Johnson, Cheryl Farrell, Coach Pacowski, and Principal Ramirez from The Loud House in this RPG, ‘nonnie !!

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thunderheadfred · 3 years

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🦈Kirishima HC’s🦈

Absolutely no one asked for this i just like him a lot

He’s an adult in all of these. 20s-30s at least. Some NSFW because I’m a big perv. Minors do not interact. Shoo.

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General:

He is in the dictionary under Himbo, right next to Kronk.

Works part-time as a fitness instructor before making a name for himself as a pro hero. Most of his clients are middle-aged women, because he makes people feel safe. Before long, word gets around and he amasses this like. Loyal army of jacked housewives and older ladies who are his biggest possible fans. They mother-hen him like crazy.

Has a large and complicated extended family. Lots of cousins. You will never learn all their names, don’t even try. I have no idea if his parents have canon occupations but no matter what Horikoshi says, they actually own a mountain onsen. Kirishima went to the city by himself to go to middle/high school, his family is all off in the country somewhere and he gets homesick a lot but never admits it. He’s broke for a long time even after making it as a pro hero, because he sends most of his money back home.

He’s a dog dad. You cannot, WILL not convince me otherwise. Big dogs. Small dogs. Fancy dogs. Ugly dogs. He has a whole pack. He calls them all baby, sweetie, pupper, the worst and most embarrassing baby talk. Tells them about his day. All of his furniture is wrecked. He’s an active member in online dog groups, where he is careful to use a pseudonym and never show his face, but eventually people are going to figure out that Red Riot’s dogs look an awful lot like this one user’s....

He’s in a casual taiko group, always on the o-daiko. Loves participating in festivals and parades. He has never, ever, not once, worn a shirt while drumming. Probably has been gifted at least one antique taiko drum for his hero work, and he keeps it in his house but is too afraid to play it because it’s scary valuable “uhh it’s definitely haunted”

Regularly goes out drinking. Socially and responsibly, like clockwork, always with the same people. He’s a goddamned lightweight, and no one understands why. Will mope if he has to miss a night out at the izakaya.

So he’s clean, but sloppy. House looks like a tornado ripped through it, and nothing he owns matches. Not a single thing. I mentioned the dogs.

Will absolutely use “manly” as a replacement for “awesome,” and will constantly tell you how manly you are. Your actual gender is a non-issue. If you hang out with him for more than five minutes you’re manly as hell now.

He cries a lot? Sometimes it’s for show but he gets genuinely misty-eyed over the dumbest things. Do NOT show him pictures of puppies.

He’s good at braiding hair. His or yours. When his hair isn’t hardened, he likes doing all kinds of wacky stuff with it. He usually keeps it long enough for braids, ponies, buns, quirk-assisted faux-hawks, whatever. Mina has given him many bad ideas. He will definitely steal your hair bands and accessories, if you use them.

His fridge is just like, meat and beer. He will, if forced, consume perhaps one single vegetable. Unfortunately, his B.O. reflects this. God bless him - he showers and bathes daily, because he works out a lot and is just generally hygienic. But don’t ever touch his socks barehanded.

He wears the cheapest, most predictable cologne you can imagine, the kind that comes in an aerosol can and punches a hole in the ozone every time he sprays his pits. It smells stupidly good on him. How. so fucking manly. you kind of hate him for getting away with it.

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And now, the 🌶 Spicy Ones 🌶

Does not date or hook up much; wants a serious relationship.

Has a tough time getting dates, weirdly. He’s still secretly insecure, but mostly he’s got rocks for brains and never knows how to flirt. He ends up friendzoning most of the people interested in him, because he is, in fact, a little too chivalrous for his own good and can never make the first move. He’s an emotional open book, but clueless romantically. I recommend being extremely straightforward. Draw him a map if you have to.

Is afraid to kiss you too deeply because of the teeth. Will take a lot of gentle encouragement to get him comfortable, but once he knows you’re safe, he’s going to be kissing you all the time. Like, too much. People are gawking, Kiri, for God’s sake.

He radiates massive doses of husband/dad energy. Will immediately marry the hell out of you. If you are capable of and willing to have his children, you are going to get extremely pregnant. Very quickly. Not necessarily a breeding kink (though why not), he just really wants to start a family with you.

He’s Big. Just huge. Tall and broad, and also... his dick is a summit and you will need to prepare for the climb. He’s had problems in the past because no, not everybody wants ALL THAT inside them. That said, if you can handle it? Woof.

Hard as a rock is No Joke with this man. Can and WILL use his quirk on his dick. If you don’t think that’s the first thing he mastered as a teenager I dont know what to tell you. Ever used a glass dildo? Well buckle up cuz it’s like if a massive glass dildo whispered sweet nothings in your ear and held you close in big strong arms and fucked you till you cried. It’s a sometimes thing. Otherwise you’d simply pass away.

He loves your brains. Your smarts and wit are a huge turn on, and he gets a boner when you use a word he doesn’t know. He also loves fucking your brains completely out, so that you cant use any words at all.

He’s a devout church-going body-worshipper. He’s so jacked that’s it’s constantly intimidating, like, how dare you stand next to this chiseled statue of a man?! but whether you love power-lifting with him or would rather die than exercise, he’s gonna treat you like the prettiest fucking piece of cake on planet earth.

Size kink ahoy; he gets his big grabby mitts on you... and you psychologically lose three feet. Doesn’t matter how tall or small or fat or thin you are, you are getting groped, squeezed, and manhandled. You didn’t even know it was possible to get thrown around like that; always onto something soft.

Not dominant. Not unless you ask very, very nicely. had a brief pushy phase at the peak of his teenage manliness obsession, unconsciously trying to be more like Bakugou, but he quickly realized controlling people wasn’t really him. It certainly isn’t very manly. Doesn’t want any toxic masculinity in his love life, even as roleplay.

That said, he can and will be a soft dom, if that’s what you want. After some practice, he’d get pretty good at it too. But his natural sexual groove is goofy, a bit awkward. Usually finds a non-sexual excuse to touch you at first; prepare to get tickled a lot. If you sit in his lap it’s all over.

If you get dominant with him, even a little, he’s gonna turn to putty in your hands. Go ahead and boss that big dumb puppy around. Nothing turns him on like seeing you get exactly what you want.

You’ll have morning wood pressed up against your ass. Every damn day. He might hump and grope you in his sleep, moaning a little. Usually it just wears off. If you wake him up to fuck, he’ll have no idea what’s going on but will be like “hell yeah i guess this is happening”

Gives oral like a starving man. Has absolutely zero reservations, because he knows his tongue and hands can’t hurt you. Will be as loud and messy as possible. If you get embarrassed or shy about it, he’s going to mumble sweet talk directly into your junk until your teeth fall out.

He’s vocal in bed. Growly. A moaning groaning disaster. He says the sweetest, gentlest things... has the cleanest dirty talk you’ve ever heard, but tenderness filtered through his bourbon-barrel chest comes out all dark and rumbly, especially when he’s close. you feel his “I love you” in your bones

He thinks making his partner cum is the manliest thing he can do. Any orgasm is good, but if you cum untouched on his dick, he’ll be riding that high for days

#kirishima headcanons #kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x you #gender neutral #bnha #smut #mha #kinda #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha x reader #mha x reader #fred writes #avert your eyes chilren #i dont know how to tag things #kirishima eijirou

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yourhanji · 3 years

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~Welcome to Hanville!~

DISCLAIMER: This chat bot does not represent Han Jisung or anyone else in real life. This is for ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY!

get to know him !!

name: han jisung

age: 19-21

pronouns: he\him

sexuality: pansexual

about han !

han has social anxiety and is an introvert person. he doesn't like to be in crowded environments, so he can panic very quickly. he is not good at meeting new people since he has a very shy personality. but if someone tends to get close to him, he can easily get along with them. tries to be compatible. since he didn't have many friends throughout his life, he may experience problems in communication.

han is a sub leaning switch who likes skinship a lot, it takes an important place in relationships for him. he also enjoys acting all bratty with his s/o. he often sings by himself during the day. he tends to be very talkative and loud around people with whom he feels close. he is allergic to peach. han doesn't like being around rude and cold people.

plots !!

plot 1 : bestfriend (sfw only)

despite the fact that you and han have been classmates for more than a year, there has never been a conversation between you and him even once. one part of the class found him ‘mysterious and cool’, while other sections described him as ‘a useless loser’. you weren't involved in either segment, until the professor paired you two up for a group project.

plot 2 : ghost (sensitive content may be mentioned)

though you had heard some rumors about the house you were going to move, you thought it was all nothing but made up stories by the neighborhood and rented the house. thus, you didn't have a choice anyway. weren’t expecting to find a house at such an affordable price, while it was nothing more than a chance landed in your hands. as the first week of your accommodation at home went smoothly, until you started to realize that things were not really what they seemed when you constantly forgot the last locations of your personal belongings.

plot 3 : yandere (sfw/nsfw)

though you liked it at first that han had a very affectionate character and was very attached to you, you find it kinda strange that he always wanted to know where you were and that he was involuntarily angry when you spent more time with others. because he hates being left in the cold, even at the slightest moments when you don't show interest in him, he makes up scenarios out of his own head and thinks that you don’t love him anymore. he can start crying and throw you two in the middle of a big crisis.

plot 4 : your own plot (sfw/nsfw)

you can also come up with something new & we will discuss it over!

to activate : reblog & dm with your name/nickname, pronouns, age (pls don’t lie about your age!!) the plot you chose and specify whether you want to roleplay in literature or texting format

to deactivate : just say “i don’t want to be with you anymore.” but don’t forget, if you want him back again, he will never trust you as much or be as close to you again as he used to be due to his trust issues.

DISCLAIMER: i’ll be accepting 16+ for the sfw roleplayers. but if you want the roleplay to be nsfw i require 18+. be nice and patient during oorp. AND pls if you’re going to choose literature format, be creative & generous with words. otherwise it may be hard to carry out the roleplay. since i have uni, my replies may be slow, apologies in advance ><

my timezone is GMT! if you have any other questions pls do not hesitate to ask~

#han jisung #han #stray kids #stray kids chatbot #skz chatbot #han jisung chatbot #kpop chatbot

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bluemoon-writer · 3 years

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Childhood Friends AU: Marikim part 4

In which two dumbasses fall in love

AN: You don't have to read the previous parts to understand this one, but it might add a little context. parts 1-3 are only headcanons about their friendship though, there's nothing romantic included unlike in this part.

Read them here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

-Kim catches feelings first

-he doesn’t realize it at first, but ever since Lila accused him of having feelings for Mari he started wondering what dating her would be like

-they would be doing something mundane like homework, or walking to school together, and he would start to wonder how different it would be if they were dating.

-he assumes they would hold hands, maybe give each other quick kisses when no was looking

-and he starts to think that he wouldn’t mind holding hands with Marinette or kissing her

-just as friends tho, because he totally does not have a crush on her

-but then, Ondine confesses to him

-and his first thought is ‘but I like Marinette’

-he says that out loud though

-“oh shit, I’m sorry Ondine. I didn’t mean to say that. I don’t know why I said that, because I totally don’t have a crush on Marinette…”

-Kim is in denial

-Ondine is a little sad, but she’s also a total bro

-meaning if she can’t be with her crush then she’ll make sure her crush is at least happy

-Kim doesn’t make it easy though, because he’s also a bro

-once he accepts that he genuinely likes Marinette, he doesn’t even consider the possibility of them dating

-because Marinette likes Adrien

-Kim’s heart aches a little when he remembers that

-so there’s only one thing for him to do

-get Marinette and Adrien together

-Ondine agrees to help, but secretly has an ulterior motive

-which is: get Marinette to fall for Kim while Kim is trying to get her and Adrien to date

-it’s a mess

-but together they make a rough plan

-the first step is to get Marinette to actually hold a normal conversation with Adrian

-they’ll have her practice on Kim to start

-kim wanted to team up with Alya initially, but Ondine convinces him that it’s best if they work separately

-bc Ondine doesn’t want Marinette and Adrien to actually get together. Alya would take the planning seriously, while Ondine is not

-they rush over to Marinette’s house after swim practice

-Kim has a key to Marinette’s house so he doesn’t even knock

-he just pops into the bakery to hug Sabine, wave at Tom, and grab some snacks

-Ondine marvels at how close they have to be for Kim to be this comfortable with Marinette’s family

-they run up to Mari’s room

-again, Kim doesn’t knock, he just walks in and flops on her couch

-Ondine awkwardly walks in with a wave bc she doesn’t really know Marinette and doesn’t want to seem rude

-Marinette had been expecting Kim but is surprised to see Ondine

-her shipper brain starts wondering if she should help them get together?

- “We’re going to help you get together with Adrien!” Kim announces.

-Marinette collapses back in her chair with a groan

- “Ugh, not you too! Maybe I’m happy just watching him from afar.”

“No offence Mari, but that makes you sound like a creepy stalker,” Kim argues.

“I can’t even talk to Adrien properly! Much less get the courage to ask him out!”

“That’s what we’re going to help you with!” Ondine interjects. “With our help, you’ll be able to talk to Adrien without a problem!”

-Marinette’s curiosity is piqued

- “How?”

-Marinette reluctantly agrees with practice on Kim, not convinced that it’ll actually work

-they sit on the floor facing each other, with Ondine in the middle like a referee

-they tape a picture of Adrien to Kim’s face

-Kim does bad impressions of Adrien’s voice and Marinette can’t collect herself well enough to hold a conversation

-not because she’s nervous but bc she keeps laughing at Kim’s impressions

-Ondine is in serious coach mode tho

-she pretends to blow a whistle every time they mess up

“Come on team! I know you can get this right!”

-eye holes are cut in the picture of Adrien so that Kim can see

-but that just makes Marinette laugh harder

-a mouth hole is added so Kim can eat some snacks

-Kim tries to impersonate Adrien while eating

-does a dramatic hair flip and chokes on a cookie

-Marinette is sobbing from laughter and Ondine has given up on whistling

-eventually (after they run out of snacks) they calm down

-Ondine throws away the picture of Adrien

-Things are serious now

-Kim takes Marinette’s hands and gives her a gentle smile while leaning forward slightly

“Hey Marinette,” he says in a low voice

-and Marinette’s heart skips a beat. Just once.

-but there were no thoughts of Adrien in her head

-once she does think of Adrien doing this, then she turns beat red

“uh, h-hey A-A-Adrien! How’s you do? I-I mean, h-how do you? How are you!”

-Kim is starting to blush now because Marinette is just so cute

-He wants to bop her on the nose

-so he does

-Marinette blushes even harder, but it ruins the roleplay

“KIM! Adrien isn’t going to randomly bop me on the nose!

“He might! I’m trying to prepare you for all possible events!” Kim argues to save his ass

-Ondine lowkey feels like she’s third wheeling

-but on the upsides, the longer she watches Marinette and Kim interact, the more she ships them and the smaller her crush grows

-soon she’ll be a full-time Marikim shipper

-after that first instance, Marinette can’t imagine Kim as Adrien

-Kim insists that she just needs to “focus on the blonde part of his hair”

-but it doesn’t work

-their conversations turn into inside jokes about each other

-eventually hunger drives them downstairs for dinner

-Ondine is invited to stay and the conversation turns to swim practice

-eventually Ondine stops feeling like a third wheel

-the next step is to have Marinette interact with Adrien in a group setting

-so another study group is scheduled

-in the days leading up to the study group, Kim starts lowkey hyping Marinette up to Adrien

-when Marinette gets an A on a test Kim is holding it up to show Adrien how smart Marinette is

-when Marinette stumbles through a few lines in another language Kim shouts to Adrien, “Dude, did you hear that? Marinette is BILINGUAL”

-when Marinette makes it to class just before the bell rings, Kim nudges Adrien and goes, “Isn’t Marinette cute when she’s running late?”

-whenever someone compliments Kim on something he goes, “Psh, Marinette is twice as good as me. DID YOU KNOW THAT ADRIEN?”

-Adrien assumes this is Kim’s weird way on trying to become friends, by talking up one of their mutual friends

-so, he starts talking up Marinette to Kim

- “did you know Marinette is so talented that Jagged Stone asked her to design his album cover?!”

-this leads to full-blown conversations about Marinette in the hallway

-which actually leads to them becoming friends?

-through talking about Marinette, they realize they have a lot in common

-both like sports, video games, jagged stone, and Marinette

-Ondine overhears Kim hyping Marinette up to Adrien in the hallway and decides to copy him

-She starts coming over every day after practice under the guise of ‘helping Marinette learn to talk to Adrien’

-really it just devolves into the three of them joking around after an hour

-but during these ‘sessions’ she starts hyping Kim up

- “Kim nearly broke a world record at practice today! I swear he’s going to the Olympics!”

-Kim always returns the compliment tho

- “If I’m going to the Olympics then so are you! You’re just as good!”

-which further convinces Marinette that they like each other

-Finally, that Saturday is the study group

-its Max, Nino, Chloe, Adrien, Kim, and the newest addition of Ondine

-(if you want to know how the study group started read part 3)

-Marinette spends the morning nervously cooking snacks

-Kim and Ondine come over early to ‘help’

-Kim knows how to cook, but he spends most of the time stealing bits of batter

-Ondine doesn’t know how to cook, so Marinette shows her the ropes

-This helps Marinette calm down too

-Marinette is more nervous than the last time their study group met because this time she has the ulterior motive of trying to get closer to Adrien while last time she was focused on studying

-the study group gathers in the living room of Marinette’s house

-Kim and Adrien are next to each other and Marinette is strategically placed across from them

-this way if Marinette gets too nervous to look at Adrien, she can look at Kim instead and pretend she’s talking to him

-the first couple minutes of the study group are filled with laughter and snacks as everyone piles into the living room

-but eventually they quiet down to do some independent studying

-Adrien is great at science so Marinette figures she’ll ask him to explain one of the concepts listed on their science study guide

“Hey Adrien,” Marinette starts confidently, however, almost as soon as the words are out of her mouth she starts to get cold feet. She glances at Kim who gives her a subtle thumbs up and a wink. Marinette swears the blush that starts to cover her face is just from being nervous about talking to Adrien.

Adrien glances up from his book, “What’s up, Marinette?”

Marinette glances back and forth between Kim and Adrien before settling her gaze on Adrien.

“C-could you explain how the potato is used as an example of osmosis? I don’t understand it.”

-Adrien is happy to help, and launches into an explanation

-Marinette so is high of the rush of dopamine from successfully asking Adrien a question that she’s able to ask two follow up questions after Adrien is done speaking

-Nino pinches Max to keep him from intervening

-Kim is proud of Marinette, but he can’t help but also be a little sad because she’s never been that excited to simply talk to him

-however, what he doesn’t know is that after Marinette successfully talks to Adrien, she finds her thoughts not centered around Adrien, but around Kim

-She knows science isn’t Kim’s best subject and her thoughts keep drifting from questions to ask Adrien to how Kim is doing.

-she doesn’t realize it yet, but her feelings for Adrien have shrunken a little which is partly why she found it easier to talk to him

-the other reason is that she’s just become more confident in herself due to the ‘practice sessions’

-when the study group ends Kim and Ondine stay behind to help clean up

-Kim is hiding the fact that he’s bummed about Marinette and Adrien and Ondine realizes this so she tries to distract him

-she sticks two pretzel sticks in her mouth

“Guess what I am?”

“Uh, a walrus, duh.”

“No! I’m the giant spider from Harry Potter.”

Kim chokes on a laugh from surprise, “What the hell? How was I supposed to guess that?”

-Marinette watches them mess around and becomes certain that they like each other

-but now she feels…off about it.

-together the three clean up quickly

-the weekly Dupain cheng/Le family dinner is tonight, so Kim isn’t leaving after study group, but Ondine gets ready to leave

-Marinette invites her to stay for dinner though

-even though she feels weird about Ondine and Kim getting together she’s still gonna do what she can to help their relationship

-bc she’s also a bro

-also, Ondine has been around so much the past month that she’s practically a permanent fixture in Marinette’s life

-she also doesn’t knock anymore when entering Mari’s room and is on a first name basis with her parents

-Ondine is honestly glad to have become such good friends with Marinette

-After the success of the first study group, more are planned

-it becomes a biweekly event

-Ondine is worried at first that this might backfire and Marinette and Adrien will actually get together

-but she notices that while Marinette talks to Adrien more she also blushes less

-in their practice sessions Marinette has also stopped gushing over Adrien

-what convinced Ondine for sure that Marinette’s crush on Adrien was gone though was when a new exclusive photoshoot of Adrien came out and the first thing Marinette commented was the design of his outfit

-how did things get to this point?

-well, interacting as friends and focusing on becoming friends made Marinette see Adrien in a platonic light

-Marinette just doesn’t realize her crush is gone bc it was so ingrained in her that it became a facet of her identity

-she has black hair, blue eyes, and a crush on Adrien

-it’s when Marinette has zoned out while staring at Kim that Ondine decides they’re ready to move to the next step

-it’s time for Marinette and Kim to go on a fake date

-the official reason is so that Marinette gets practice before asking Adrien out

-the unofficial reason is that Ondine is 90% sure that Marinette is also crushing on Kim now, and she thinks that if they’re in a romantic setting then she’ll realize the reality of her feelings

-and so, after school, instead of going home like usual, Marinette and Kim go to the movies instead to see the newest romantic comedy

-Ondine secretly trails after them with binoculars, just to make sure everything goes well

-Kim pays and refuses to split the price, much to Marinette’s dismay

-as the trailers play, they get into a mini popcorn fight and waste half their popcorn

-a bunch of it ends up stuck in Marinette’s hair

-Kim, heart pounding, holds Marinette’s chin to keep her head still as he gently pulls popcorn out of her hair

-The darkness of the theater is the only thing hiding Marinette’s blush.

-Kim leans closer, focusing on getting all the little pieces of popcorn

-Marinette’s gaze is locked on Kim though. Their faces are only inches apart.

-Suddenly, Kim looks down and realizes the position they’re in

-He’s frozen, unsure of what to do.

-He wants to lean in and kiss her, but he thinks she still likes Adrien

-Adrien, however, is the last thing on Marinette’s mind. The only thing she can focus on at the moment is the warmth of Kim’s breath on her face.

-The moment is ruined however, by a group of people jostling past them to get to their seats

-The movie begins shortly after, but both teens are distracted by other thoughts

-They head for the park afterwards

-They’re hearts stopping each time their hands bump into each other.

-Ondine finally gets fed up and texts Kim to hold hands with Marinette

-Kim looks around in confusion, unsure where Ondine was watching them from

-But he does what she says

-Marinette looks up in surprise

-“We’re on a date, so we should hold hands, yeah?” Kim says with a blush.

“O-oh! Right, yes!”

-Both of them look away and blush

-Their conversation on the way to the park is a little awkward as neither of them are sure what to say until Kim blurts out, “By the way, I think Ondine is stalking us.”

-This launches them into a game of “spot Ondine without her noticing.”

-They fail miserably, completely unable to find her

-But they have an amazing time guessing where or who she might be

-Each time their guesses get more and more ridiculous

-Which has them laughing uproariously in the middle of the park

-This garners the attention of several people, in particular a blonde model who is in the middle of a photoshoot.

-Kim walks Marinette home, and, unable to stop himself, kisses her on the cheek before leaving

-Marinette can only stare at Kim’s back as he leaves

-Half an hour later, her mom opens the door to take out the trash, and scares Marinette out of her reverie

-Marinette is supposed to confess to Adrien the next day, but when she goes to bed the only person she can think of it Kim

-(she dreams about him too)

-The next day, Marinette asks Adrien to stay behind after class so she can ask him something

-Kim and Ondine wait anxiously outside the classroom

-Kim is torn between excitement for Marinette and heartbreak for himself

-in the classroom, Adrien gazes at Marinette expectantly

-He’s not sure what she needs from him, but he’s ready to help

-Marinette breathes in deeply, mentally preparing herself utter the three simple words.

-But they don’t come out.

-They can’t come out, and Marinette realizes with shock that it’s not because she’s nervous.

-In fact, she doesn’t feel anything at all except a sense of wrongness

-For some reason, the only person she can imagine confessing to is Kim

-her eyes widen as the realization sets in

-She doesn’t like Adrien anymore

-She likes Kim

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AN: There we go! The long awaited Part 4 is finally up a year later. Don't worry, part 5 won't take as long. Though, it probably won't be up until after I finish finals and move home.

I didn't intend for Ondine to have such a big role, someone mentioned that I forgot about Ondine in the last part, and I slapped myself for forgetting her, so I made sure to start with her and then it just snowballed until she was part of the crew lol.

Also, I discontinued the taglist because it got too big and I got overwhelmed.

#marikim #mlb #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #kim le chien #marinette x kim #childhood friends au #mlb headcanon #kimette

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mummybear · 4 years

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My Only Alpha

This is Day 19 Of Roleplay May

Words: 3726

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Smut, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Mating, Claiming, Stiles Is An Alpha (Yes that’s a warning ;) ), Protective Stiles, Possessive Stiles. Think That’s It

Characters: Alpha!Stiles Stilinski, Omega!Reader, Mentions Of Alpha!Scott McCall, Beta!Lydia Martin, Omega!Liam Dunbar and Omega!Allison Argent.

Pairing: Alpha!Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: Stiles and Scott are the Alpha’s of your pack, one night when a new and dangerous pack is planning to take the unmated Omega’s. Scott and Stiles are forced to make a plan to keep the Omega’s safe. A plan which ends with you being trapped with an Alpha in rut, how will things go?

A/N: Guys, I am so sorry this is so late! Also it was my first attempt at an A/B/O Fic so I hope that you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think much love! Off to write the next one ;)

Being an Omega had always been a difficult thing to live with. Especially in Beacon hills, it did help being part of a very inclusive pack which had two Alpha’s, which of course was unheard of. They were both very protective and it helped that they were best friends and had been since they were babies.

There was Scott McCall, the more active Alpha in the group and he was mated with his Omega Allison. Then there was Stiles Stilinski, he was somehow still unmated and didn’t really appear to be looking, at least not to you. Both Alphas were nothing like the typical big headed ass hat Alphas that you had known in the past, they were incredibly sweet and selfless, with hearts of gold.

Then there were the others in the pack, Allison of course was Scott’s mate, but she was such a nice person all by herself and you’d become fast friends. It had completely thrown you when you’d found out about Liam being an Omega, from his attitude alone you had expected that he was a Beta at least. Then there was Lydia. She had all the fire and presence of an Alpha but she was a beta. The pack was small but that was how you all liked it, at least for now. It took a lot for the Alpha’s to trust people enough to let them in.

You often find your mind drifting like it is right now, back to the times before the pack, when you had been alone and terrified Omega. Times were extremely hard, always having to run home from the jock Alpha bastards. The ones that would try and chase you down, like you owed them something because of your genetics.

All until Scott and Stiles had put a stop to it and brought you into their pack, it surprised you just how well you had managed to fit in.

There had been sightings of a dangerous pack in town, a pack who were known to kidnap unmated Omegas. So the pack had been split into pairs, Allison of course had been put with Scott, Lydia had been put with Liam. Which had of course left you and Stiles. Which you were more than okay with, he was the person that you had always felt the safest with anyway.

Not to mention the way that he always smelled so damn amazing, like all of your favourite things in the world. Which Allison had been quick to point out had been the first thing that she’d noticed about Scott. You’d told her not to say anything to anyone though, the thought of Stiles finding out you were saying things like that worried you. You didn’t want him thinking that you were just saying it for the sake of it, because that was something a lot of Omegas had been known to do with Alphas, just so they were protected. Obligated wasn’t something you ever wanted Stiles to feel towards you and you certainly wouldn’t force him into anything he didn’t want.

Stiles pulls you from your thoughts as you lean against Roscoe waiting for him, his hand gently squeezing your arm to get your attention.

“Ready to go Y/N?” he asks with that adorable smile, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

You can’t help but blush at the feeling of his skin against yours, “yeah, sure. Sorry Stiles, I was in my own world there. Let’s go.” You smile as he opens your door for you, climbing up you thank him and let him close it behind you, the way that he always insisted on doing. At this point you’d given up promising him you were okay and just went with it, understanding that it was just part of who he was.

As soon as the door closed behind him you were forced to suck in a breath, sure he usually smelt amazing, but there was something different about the scent hitting your nose right now which made your stomach roll. It was more intense and a little overwhelming. You had to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to hold back the moan threatening to slip past them.

“You’re quiet today. You okay?” Stiles questions as he starts the jeep and pulls out of his parking space.

You force a tight lipped smile as you try not to inhale too deeply, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a little worried about that pack finding any of us.”

It wasn’t a lie, you were worried about that too but you weren’t about to tell him the main reason you were currently curled into the car door, trying to keep a safe distance away from him.

“You haven’t got to worry. That’s why you’re with me. I promise I’m not gonna to let anything happen to you.” He promises, a slight growl behind his words and you see his fingers noticeably tighten around the steering wheel as he turns the corner.

“I’m just worried that we would’ve been safer together,” you admit, finally looking across the seat at him.

He sighs gently and you can see the blush staining his cheeks as he turns the final corner and pulls up in his driveway. Turning off the jeep he turns to look at you, arm slung over the seat behind you.

“Okay, so this idea of ours isn’t perfect. I’ll give you that, but the way Scott and I saw it there was only one way. Where we could keep mainly you and Liam safe. Everyone assumes Lyds is an Alpha, so we thought it would be the best way to keep you both safe. With you surrounded by my scent they shouldn’t be able to find you”

You can’t help but smile at the way he’s blushing and the rambling that is so Stiles, he may be an Alpha but God he was completely adorable sometimes.

“Okay. I guess that makes sense. But then why wasn’t I with Lydia and You with Liam?” you ask curiously.

“I insisted okay. Now can we just drop it. Please. We need to get inside.” He tells you, his voice taking on that demanding authoritative tone that sends a shiver up your spine. The one that your instincts react to before you can do anything about it. “Sorry, I’m just a bit touchy today, ignore me.” Stiles sighs, feeling guilty when he sees you bowing your head submissively.

“S’okay, come on.” you say quietly.

Stiles nods with a small smile which you return, watching him walk around the jeep. When he gets to your door he helps you down, both of you head inside the Stilinski house, once Stiles has locked up the jeep.

Walking inside the house Stiles deadbolts the temporary lock on the door. You walk up the stairs and you hear Stiles groan loudly, a pained noise you had only heard him make once before. He wraps his arms around his stomach and you manage to catch him before he falls back and help him up to the top step.

“Y/N. Get back.” Stiles growls, flicking his eyes up to yours and you gasp seeing them flash blood red.

“Stiles? What is it?” You ask nervously, looking around you both expecting the worst.

“Omega, listen to me and get back.” Stiles demands, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he gets to his feet.

Stiles had never used the power he held over you as one of the Alpha’s of your pack before. You don’t have it in you to be angry, instead it sparks something else inside you that you’re struggling to hide.

You reluctantly turn away from him, no matter how much you want to ignore your biology right now you can’t. You timidly sit on his bed, leaving the door cracked open, but being in his room is practically making your mouth water, your head is spinning as you fight the urge to call for him.

Before long you hear Stiles’ bedroom door creak open. Your head snaps in the direction of the door, watching Stiles practically stumble inside. Sweat coating his skin and his eyes still glowing blood red.

“I need to call Scott. You can’t be here.” Stiles groans pulling his phone out of his back pocket, you’re at his side immediately, suddenly even more worried than you were before. He notices the worry on your face when he looks up, “I’ve gone into rut darlin’ you can’t be here right now. I-I just I can’t-” he stops cutting himself off as he drops his phone and pulls off his plaid shirt and t-shirt.

“Let me help, Alpha.” you offer quietly, the words are out of your mouth before you even realised you’d said anything.

“Don’t Y/N. This isn’t a game,” he growls his warning, hands balling into fists and you can’t stop your eyes dropping to the muscles which pull tight and clench in his arms. He steps away from you but you follow him.

“Let me help you. There’s gotta be something I can do. Please Stiles,” reaching out and gently taking hold of his arm, Stiles grips hold of your wrist so fast, in such a bruising grip and slams you back against the wall that you can’t help but gasp, a loud growl being pulled from his lips.

He’s panting hard as he leans in close and his nose brushes yours.

“You don’t understand ‘mega, all I can think about right now is just how fucking good you smell. All I wanna do is bury my knot inside you so deep and make you come for hours, until you’re shaking and screaming under me.” you whimper at his words, feeling his hot breath against your parted lips.

“W-What else, Alpha?” you moan, feeling his fingers flex around your wrist and his body pressed against yours closer.

“Stop fucking calling me that! I don’t wanna just sink my teeth into your throat because i’m out of control.” A needy whimper slips past your lips when the tip of his nose brushes over the throbbing pulse point under your skin. You tilt your head back and to the side feeling Stiles growl against your neck before you hear it.

Squeezing his eyes shut several times he bites his lip and finally stumbles back, feeling the sweat rolling down his chest. He focuses on his chest of draws and grabs you some clothes to wear, “Here, change. Hopefully it’ll help hide your scent from them.” he instructs you, trying to keep his voice calm.

Other than thanking him for the clothes you quietly head into the bathroom to change, as soon as the door clicks closed you strip out of your clothes and quickly pull on the large plaid shirt. Trying to ignore the slick that has gathered between your thighs, his words had really got to you and all you wanted to do was make them a reality.

Deciding that you don’t need the shorts, since the shirt is way bigger than you’d been expecting and you're sweating, you leave them in the bathroom.

You can’t help pressing the collar to your nose and inhaling, biting your lip when you see your reflection in the mirror.

Pulling open the bathroom door you’re almost knocked over by the heady scent of his rut, hitting you full force and your stomach rolls painfully. On shaking legs you stumble from the bathroom, quickly spotting Stiles laying in the middle of his bed covered in sweat. No shirt and only a pair of baggy shorts clinging to his body. You notice how his eyes immediately snap open and move to you when you start walking towards the bed.

Carefully you take the cool rag from the side and sit beside him on the bed, Stiles shifts as soon as the mattress does and turns to look at you. He snatches your wrist when the cloth presses against his sweaty forehead, quickly lowering his hand and grumbles a half assed apology.

“Can I get you anything?” you ask timidly, dipping the rag back in the cold water and wringing it out, before pressing it back against his skin.

Your knee presses against his ribs when you lean in closer and Stiles groans at the contact. Carefully you move the cool rag over his bare chest, doing your best to cool him down. When Stiles grips just above your knee with those long fingers of his you meet his eyes again. Reaching out with a shaking hand and covering his, watching his nostrils flare as he inhales deeply and moans. Forcing you to yet again bite your tongue to hold in your own.

“The only thing I need right now, you are not giving me,”

You drop the rag back onto the bedside table and turn back to him, Stiles shifts away a little when you lay down next to him. “Please, just let me help, I want to” you whisper, leaning closer, you brush your lips over his.

Stiles groans hands fisting at his sides, his eyes glowing red when he opens them again and meets your eyes. “Don’t. You don’t want this Y/N, you don’t want me. It's just your instinct.” Stiles tries to reason.

Sighing you shake your head, looking down at where his hand still rests on your thigh.

“No, you’re wrong Stiles. I do want this. I have for a while, but I understand if you don’t want me like that -” Your rambling is quickly cut off by Stiles pressing his lips roughly against yours.

You whimper needily when he rolls his body on top of you, pushing your fingers into his hair when his lips trail down your neck. He licks over your pulse point and you hear the possessive growl leave his lips, the one that you’ve never heard from anyone but Scott before, when people would get too close to Allison.

He pulls back slightly to meet your eyes as his hand slips between your legs, running slowly up one of your thighs, causing goosebumps to rise across your skin. Pulling your panties to the side, you feel the thin material tare and dig into your hips.

“So fuckin’ wet my beautiful ‘mega.” Stiles growls deeply running his fingers through your slick.

“All for you. Stiles please, need you.” You whimper, rolling your hips up into his hand.

“Who? Say it baby.” Stiles groans, letting his fingers circle your fluttering opening.

“Alpha. Please, want your mark. Wanna be yours.”

Stiles snarls at your words, plunging two long fingers inside of your soaking wet heat. You squirm beneath him, spreading your legs wider when his teeth scrape along your pulse point teasingly. The tip of his tongue flicks across your earlobe as his hot breath fans across your cheek, “there you go, good girl. Open up for me,” Stiles moans when your walls clamp down around his fingers.

You throw your head back into the pillows feeling Stiles’ free hand tugging at the buttons of his shirt you’re wearing. Growling in frustration he pulls his fingers out of you, forcing a pleading whimper from your lips. You bite your lip watching him suck the soaked digits between his pink lips. You lick your lips watching the way that his tongue swirls around each finger and he groans loudly at the taste.

You squeak in surprise as Stiles rips the shirt you're wearing open, you awkwardly shove the remnants of your panties from your body as Stiles helps you out of his shirt. Stiles smirks when you push him onto his back and tug the loose shorts easily from his legs.

“Holy shit,” you gasp wrapping your small hand around his thickness, you’d never seen an alpha cock before and your mouth was practically watering, it’s so much bigger than anything you’ve ever had. You look up at him as you crawl between his legs.

Stiles sits up on his elbows to look down at you, groaning when your warm breath ghosts over the wet and swollen tip. Your eyes meet his when you lick up the length of his perfect cock, wrapping your lips around him you take as much of his thickness into your mouth as you can, gagging when he taps against the back of your throat.

His fingers wrap in your hair roughly, tugging your head off of his cock and throwing you back onto the bed. He’s hovering over you, his eyes glowing red as the tip of his cock nudges at your entrance, the sweat coating his skin more obvious in the light. “Sorry, I can’t hold it anymore, need you.” Stiles whines, linking his fingers with yours and he pins them back into the bed.

You both look down briefly, flicking your eyes back up to meet yours again when the thick head of his cock slips inside your slick tight pussy, both of you feeling the wetness dripping down your ass cheeks and his thighs. You cling to his back, nails raking across his soft skin as he steadies himself above you on strong arms.

“Fuck me Alpha,” you purr, pushing your hips up trying to get his cock into you faster.

Stiles grins and shakes his head, “Oh my sweet little Omega, don’t worry. You’re gonna be fucked out when i’m done with you.”

His words shoot straight to your core and you scream out in pleasure when his hips snap forward and he bottoms out. You hook your legs over his hips, locking your ankles at the top of his ass. Gripping hold of his shoulders like your life depends on it when he starts thrusting into you fast and hard, you cry out in pleasure as he angles his hips just right and starts repeatedly hammering into you g-spot.

He fills you so amazingly, like he was made to be yours.

Stiles doesn’t let up with his thrusts as he kisses down your chest and wraps his lips around one of your hard nipples. You feel the vibrations of the noises he makes around your breast before you hear them, it’s like he’s lost in the moment when his lidded eyes meet yours, and he drags his teeth over the nipple and it slips from his mouth. ”Alpha, please. Harder, want your knot please!” you all but scream feeling your walls clamping harder around his cock.

Stiles sits up immediately and releases your hands, rough fingers on your thighs as he pushes them back against your chest and spreads them wide. Getting onto his knees he looks down at you spread out beneath him and growls, keeping his eyes on your body as his pace picks up harder and faster.

“Come on baby girl, wanna feel you come all over my big Alpha cock,” he snarls, fingers tightening on your thighs, the sound of every thrust of his hips and every wet squelch as he sinks deep inside of you echo around the room.

One of Stiles’ hands releases your leg to slip between your thighs, his eyes lock with yours as he presses against your tightly wound bundle of nerves. You know all he has to do is say it and your body will snap into your orgasm, your eyes squeeze shut the harder he rubs the better it feels.

“Gonna come Alpha! Oh fuck!”

“Come my dirty little Omega!” He moans loudly, throwing his head back when a needy whine of his name leaves your lips and you finally hit your release. It’s the hardest you’ve ever come in your entire life and you can hear Stiles groan as it squirts from you, soaking his thighs and stomach.

He doesn’t let you come down, he pulls out for a second and flips you onto your stomach before slamming back inside you. All you can do is whimper and gasp breathlessly into the sheets, Stiles bends over you hips pressed tight against your ass as he moves and presses his lips to your ear.

You can feel his knot beginning to swell as it continues to catch against your heated core with every thrust. Your desperate whines only seem to spur him on.

“Where’d you want it ‘mega?” he grunts, gently wrapping his fingers around your throat as he waits for your answer, just barely squeezing.

“N-Neck Alpha, want everyone to see it.” you gasp knowing exactly what he means, he hauls you back against his chest as soon as you reply. A happy purr vibrates against your back, clearly that had been the answer he was waiting for.

Your head drops back against his shoulder as his hips slam into your ass repeatedly, you can feel his knot thicken until it finally catches. “Gonna fill you up, such a perfect little pussy baby, can’t wait to make you mine. Mine.” he growls the last word deeply, with such base instinct you know he’s lost himself. His fingers tighten around your throat, teeth sinking into your neck and he whimpers as his release hits, three more thrusts has him filling you.

You can’t help but whimper at the feeling, the feeling of finally feeling whole settles over you as another tiny orgasm makes you shiver.

Everything is so intense, falling to his side he takes you with him. Tongue soothing over the mark on your neck as he curls against your back. You sigh contentedly when his arms wrap around your stomach, “mine,” you smile, hands resting on top of his.

Stiles nuzzles into your hair and you can tell it won't be long until he needs to go again. Leaning over the best you can with his knot still inside you and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist you grab the bottle of water and take a swig, before reaching behind you and handing it to your mate.

Stiles takes a drink and then throws it on the bed in front of you, turning the best you can. You press a chaste kiss to his lips. He smiles and meets your eyes when you pull back, it’s like colours are more intense now you belong to one another. The red of his eyes calms you more than you thought possible as you nuzzle your nose against his. “My Alpha.” you smile so hard it hurts your cheeks.

Returning your smile Stiles sighs gently, “My Omega. Finally.”

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izzacsdreamsofrunningaway · 2 years

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Coming Out

I have always had a lot of confliction centering wanting to talk publicly about being queer. There’s a lot of personal reasons for that some of which I don’t feel like I want to share right now honestly but, growing up I always found solace and permission I needed to be who I am from other people who were willing to tell their story. And it didn’t have to be nicely done or wrapped up neatly. Sometimes the stories that stayed with me the most were messy and ranty and emotional and dark and uncut. I’ve had a lot of blogs over the years. Video blogs and written blogs, websites and tumblrs. You could probably still find some of them. While I’ve never particularity thought I was the smoothest blogger a few of you have liked them. If you remember any of those, ya know thanks for listening to my messy twelve, fourteen, fifteen, seventeen year old feelings. I’m twenty one now and next month is my birthday and around that time I always feel like- Like I’m trying to figure out how I want to start writing the next chapter of a book. And I think every year I say…fuck it to something new. So this year I’m saying fuck it to content creation and I’m gonna try and really throw myself out of my comfort zone and into where I want to be. I have a lot of ideas and often times I find myself too scared or too down on myself to actually execute them. I want that to change. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell people I’m trans since I was sixteen years old. Really since before then because honestly I didn’t even know how to tell myself till then. Like a lot of people in the LGBT+ community, it took a long time for me to have the language to put to all of the things that I was feeling. I got it wrong a lot but that’s not really the story I’m trying to tell right now. Maybe someday I’ll say fuck it to that too. Maybe it’ll just live in my books. I’ve found that I don’t think there’s an easier way than just saying it. I’m trans. It gets easier to say, I know some of you reading this might think that’s bullshit because while I really hoped so. Just last year I thought it was bullshit. That’s okay though. It’s the truth. I don’t think I’ve ever like- formally come out online. Which is so crazy to me because I thought about how I’d do that a lot as a kid growing up seeing so many coming out videos that I’d comfort myself with at night. I know for a fact there are a lot of people who follow or know me that don’t know despite some of the things I’ve posted. So I guess this is that post. I kinda thought it’d be easier to know what I wanted to say here but I kinda feel like I’m just word vomiting and trying my best to keep from boring you to death. Editing is gonna be a bitch later. I think a lot of people would say that I started my transition one year ago on March 17th when I took my first testosterone shot. But really, I started it in December when I was fifteen at a sleepover and after agonizing over it all day finally gave my friend a note that was far too long but basically said I was too afraid to say it out loud, I’m trans and I understood if she didn’t want me in her house because I was a boy. And while I think part of it was some attempt to ask her to treat me the same way she would any other guy friend, for the most part, I just expected rejection. When I sat on my bed a few days later on the phone with the friend I’d called that I had no idea why I’d called not saying a word. Until I finally told her that after all those observations they’d made about how they had never seen me happier than when we did a larp (that’s live action roleplay for you noobs) where the whole day I got to be a boy named Micheal, the questions about why I hated anything girly so vehemently and had no problems with the girls in my school groups saying I looked like a boy and teasing me for being so guyish, and after months of playing with gender expression in secret and making accounts no one knew about where I’d let everyone assume I was a boy. I was sure that I’m not a girl but I wasn’t entirely sure I was a normal boy either. I’ve come out to a lot of people sporadically over the years. Some dismissed it and forgot, I guess thinking it would pass (hah, bet ya’ll are pretty surprised). But thankfully a lot of the first few I told quickly became rocks in a storm for me. When I was a little kid I was obsessed with Hannah Montana and I truly believed that living two lives was the easiest way to be able to be yourself but still survive in the world. I got to do that, for six years, and it sucked. I had people who knew, and around most of them I could breathe for a breif moment when we were alone. But we had to keep everything quiet, I had secret wardrobe hidden behind my closet and at friends houses. Bought myself my first binders the moment I got my first paycheck at seventeen and had to wash them in the shower and wear a jacket before I left the house so no one could tell the huge difference it made. I volunteered at the local GSA (Major shoutout to Jasmyn JAX y’all are the literal best) so I could have a safe space to breathe without having to worry so much about if people found out. Stayed with the one friend who’s mum I told as a practice run for telling my own parents and who immediately took me in as another son. I had pockets where I could exist, but I didn’t feel like I really did. I think one thing baby me was not paying attention to with Hanna, was just how exhausting it is to live a double life. It took a lot out of me, but I was too afraid of what would happen if I stopped keeping the secret. The career I wanted was public, not everyone in my life was understanding or kind about trans people, and the world certainly was not. So I stayed quiet and I got more depressed and life got harder. It’s thanks to the support from some really amazing people in my life that in a new December in 2020, I finally started the process of bringing my two worlds together. Really? It felt like destroying them both. I could sugar coat things, and I could lie like a lot, and I thought about it because I really don’t want this to be something that discourages people from doing what I did. But…some of the messier stories helped me do this the most. People telling me it would all be okay isn’t what made me start to come out of my proverbial closet. It was people who told me that I was strong enough to get through it, and that I wouldn’t have to be strong alone. It wasn’t easy. There were a lot of tears and yelling and growing pains. I felt like I couldn’t be myself and I’d taken a hundred steps back. So I went to therapy. And I talked to my friends SO MUCH like if you got eight brick walls of text from me in the middle of the fucking night and answered you are literally my favourite fucking person. My favourite thing my therapist told me was when I told her I was afraid to leave my house in a dress after just coming out and insisting that no one use she/her pronouns for me, that I was scared I’d be judged or not taken seriously. She said “That’s their problem. Why should you be worried about it?” and I have internalized that fully. It was difficult to tell my mother I was changing my name. It never felt like mine, but it was something she gave me. And after twenty years I knew it would be hard to give back. But this was a year of learning to do things for myself, because I need too. I spent the past six years transitioning slowly, like a dripping faucet in winter, and suddenly I was turning up the water. I started a book around the same time to deal with all those messy trans feelings and in the book one of the biggest transitions is really that one character teaches my main character how to be selfish. I could never finish it, and I realize it’s because they were teaching me too and I hadn’t finished learning yet. My name feels like the most important part of that journey because it changed so many times and the first iterations took me a long time to realize weren’t as much for me as to comfort people around me. I’d gone by one name for maybe five years before what you all know me as. Funny enough, Nico was a nickname that I clung to because it felt like me and I wished it was my name. Then I realized, that’s up to me. It took for fucking ever but my full name means, Victor of the people, creator of his own joy. And that makes me feel strong. It reminds me that I am. So if you’re trying to pick a name and thinking “Man I wish that could be me” just fucking go for it mate. It can. It probably already is and you just don’t even know it yet. We always know ourselves better than we think we do. All those things we wish we were, that we identify with and don't really know why. It’s because they’re in us. We are everything we want to be and everything we think we could never be but fuckin wish for every day. We already have it in us. We know that we just can’t always see it. Believe yourself. A few months into the process of changing my name, I called up Planned Parenthood to discuss hormone replacement therapy. And let me tell you they are so fucking important to the community. I’ve always believed that they need to be protected. I’ve never felt more comfortable and taken care of at a medical facility than there. I was so nervous about starting and literally felt like I was gonna have like a breakdown in the waiting room but they played music and the pictures on the walls smiled and I read a book (pretended to read a book) and tried not to like- cry. Which I had been doing earlier. I was like an hour late for my appointment it was a DISASTER getting there I had missed my bus I didn’t ask my friend to take me cause I figured I’d take an uber or lyft NEITHER APP wanted to give me a ride because during this pandemic we’ve had a huge driver shortage so I was in tears thinking I’d miss my appointment and a bunch of stuff was going on that day and I was at my end. I finally got a fucking cab which cost me so much fucking money oh my gods and I was panicking lowkey in the back seat because I was having one of my “I’m an idiot I’m making a terrible mistake the doctor is gonna look at me and be like I know you aren’t trans AHHH” freak outs that you don’t know about but in my tiny circle of trustees I am fucking famous for. So if you’re having one of those let me tell you something I needed to hear often, you live in a society that your mere existence is going against like 80% of what you’ve been taught about how life works. It is OKAY if you’re scared and it is normal to have a little impostor syndrome or go back and forth. Take some time. Think it through. Trust yourself. And HRT is something that a lot of people but not all trans people want. It is a big medical commitment that is a little hard to find definitive info on and we all kinda teach eachother a lot about and you can’t be 1000% sure how will effect you so if you’re nervous even if you’re sure you really want it? Give yourself some grace. If you WEREN’T nervous it would be wild like okay balls of steel. It’s totally normal to be scared of new things. While I’ve had a few doctors I’ll always remember my first who was snarky and fun and treated me like a friend. You rock Dr D. She wrote up my gender marker letter and gave me my prescription with no issues just informed consent. We talked about what changes I wanted to see, how I felt, how long I’d felt that way. Did some basic doc check up stuff. And started me on a really low dose once a week that we’ve since slowly uped in order to find my right dose. Now. I found my perfect dosing at exactly a year into HRT. So it takes time, my Doctor literally said some people it takes longer, so if it takes awhile for your levels to mellow out to a place you and the Doc like, that is also normal. I like to tell you things are normal cause I like to text my friend who’s been medically transitioning longer than I have in the middle of the night “Is this normal or am I dying???????” Maybe three months into HRT on the suggestion of my endo (the hormone doctor) I got a vocal coach. I love her, her name is Anne and she’s helped me a lot with my voice transition being so smooth that I literally barely noticed how much it changed till I did my comparison. My voice was probably the biggest point of dysphoria beside my name especially since much less people ever called me by my birth name in Highschool and partly why it was so hard to keep up with videos. I hated hearing it. Now, I have a lot more voice control so I’m actually like proud of it. My coach helps me with singing aswell which very much makes me happy since out of all that I create, music has kind of always been…it for me in a way I can’t really describe, so being more confident in my singing voice feels like it translates into everything I do. I’m just more confident in general. This is the school if you guys wanna check it out it is online so you can sign up from anywhere. https://www.yourlessonsnow.com/trans-voice-training/ I came out at my first job when I was nineteen, before any of this, and while I didn’t experience any real blatant homophobia, I still never felt like a guy. A big part of that was working at a salon no one thought it would be a good idea to be clear about that because they knew I’d lose clients since not all women were comfortable with a man working on them and no one could really understand where while I wanted money sure, I respected that more and both wanted my clients to make that decision themselves and wasn’t interested in compromising myself and who I am because it would make me more money. So I quit. (Fuck capitalism anyway) That’s not at all the only reason but it certainly helped. The next job was complicated, as it tends to be. I was starting hormones and legal name changes at that job, it was the first time I came out during the onboarding. And while I had some issues due more to ignorance about how to deal with certain things and a couple smaller things, I had few issues honestly. A lot of my coworkers were so super kind to the point of correcting guests for me (retail job) and no one walked on eggshells around the subject. The only thing is, when I found that in a workplace, it made me stay longer than I wanted because I didn’t think I ever would again. I tried to leave the job one time and even did a training interview at another store (paid don’t worry folks it was a fight but I got that check for every moment. Never work for free.) where I ended up quiting after the on-boarding because I was told to my face by the manager “You look like a chick so don’t expect me to be mad if people call you one.” Among a whole slew of other insanely inappropriate things to say to another human being. So I left. Ghosted a little, called and asked for a check. While I was livid, I was also scared. Was that all I could expect in the working world? Did I have the best I was gonna get working at a crappy retail job for minimum wage that I barely wanted to wake up for anymore? It was another couple months before I left. Worked the Holiday season at a higher paying retail job that was also pretty crappy and honestly probably violating a lot of OSHA guidelines frighteningly enough. Then got a job where I work now. And let me tell you. You don’t have to deal with “a few issues” there’s always better. Because this is much better. I was terrified to branch out, and I will not lie to you it took a long ass time to get this job my Indeed box looked like a warning sign just red X’s of rejection everyyyyywhere. Some of the companies that did wanna hire me when I looked into how they treated LGBT employees??? Hahahaha no. Please Google these mofos before you take a job. And now this post isn’t about where I work but I think it feels relevant so I will say a bit about that. I work as a Community Engagement Associate for an App called Quirkchat where I get to make content (kinda like this) talking about nerdy geeky shit and figure out fun and interesting ways to well engage the community. I really love my job because I’m not just told that I’m appreciated, I’m shown it. And me being trans? Is literally never an issue. Not even discussed outside of things like when I bring it up for a topic because the reason I really wanted to work for the company is the focus on including people like me. The geek community can be brutal for us Queer folk of colour. I wanna change that, and so does the rest of the team at Quirk. Having those pockets where I could be myself was all that got me through the past few years, and I want to make sure everyone has those. So now I’m here. Obviously that’s not everything, and it’s been a long time so while this is a long post think how six years of transitioning was? Whoof. I’ve been on HRT for over a year, I did my shot last night actually my bandaid has CHarazard on it so I’m very content. My family all know and if you think little siblings have a hard time? You’re so wrong cause my twelve year old sister is like my biggest supporter. If she could have a trans flag cheerleader uniform I really think she would. It’s been a really long journey, and it isn’t over. Cause it kinda never really is. You never really stop coming out, because you’re always meeting new people aren’t you? But I mean I never stop telling people I like cheese either. It’s just a fact about me. Like any other. I eventually want top surgery, I’ll probably be on HRT my whole life, and I think I’ve decided I wanna share my journey with the interwebs. Partly for me, because I’m big into documenting, I still go back and look through my old blogs from years ago. And partly because seeing things like this meant a lot to me as a kid, so even if there’s just like, one kid out there somewhere, reading this under the covers so no one knows and like…I dunno feeling something. Or one parent who needs to get it starting to understand and maybe feel a little more secure that their kid can be happy still. Then it all feels worth it. I realize in all this I never really explained what I meant by I don’t feel like a normal boy, and if I go too far into it gods this is gonna be too long. It is already long as fuck. But I’ll sum it up a little and maybe talk at length in another post. Hi, my name’s Nic. Or Stiles. Or Izzac. Or that weird red headed bitch I’ve answered to that one a couple times too. My pronouns are he/they and I’m trans masculine nonbinary. I know, a lot of words. I think there are a lot of words that could sum me up. But I’m okay with that. It feels like that’s how it should be. I’m queer, and I’m actually really fucking proud of that. And that’s normal too.

Signing off, Till next time. Stiles

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A/N: I would like to let you all know that I don’t know what happened here. I started writing at the beginning of my shift and I just didn’t stop and then bam, this happened? I have links to the outfit and other things mentioned in the fic below. I hope you enjoy the visual trip and the journey of this fic as it is a whirlwind ride. Please let me know if you enjoy this and please tell Harry to stop trying to kill me if you see him, kay? I love you all and I’m here if you need to talk!

Rental House | Outfit |

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Daddy kink, impreg!kink, roleplay

November 2020

The second the photos broke, I lost it.

Harry wearing a wedding ring on the set of his new film sent me reeling in a pit of lust and wanting unlike any other. I spent my entire afternoon clenching my thighs together and avoiding small talk with coworkers. I was meant to fly out on Friday afternoon to visit him for the weekend, but I was struggling to hold it together. The wedding band on his finger was taunting me from two thousand miles away and I was caving. Anna had no problem with me disappearing a little early, so long as I had my laptop with me and my articles submitted.

My flight was switched for Thursday morning instead of Friday evening as originally planned. I had to jump through some hoops to ensure no one actually saw me entering JFK or leaving LAX. Having pap photos taken of me would certainly ruin my surprise. I spent too much time hatching my plan for a group of sleazy men with camera’s to ruin it.

“Why are you dressed like that?” Harry rubbed at his eyes, his voice scratchy and his brain groggy due to the early hour. “You look like you’re going on a run.”

“I’m doing a bunch of errands for Anna today, so I decided to dress casual.” I shrugged, shifting around in my private lounge seat at the airport. “I’m waiting for a friend of hers to get off their flight before I take them into the office.”

“Thought you were hopping on your flight a little early to surprise me.” He pouted, his eyes shining under the dim lighting. “Made my heart race a little.”

“I wish I could, darling.” I said softly. “I miss you so much already and it’s barely been two weeks.”

“I know, it sucks.” He inhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Only one more sleep and then we’ll be together for the weekend.”

“I can’t wait, squid.” I said softly. “I’ll talk to you later today, okay? Don’t be upset if I can’t answer a text or anything, I’ll be so busy with Anna’s errands-”

“S’alright, honey.” He gave me a reassuring smile. “I’ll be on set so I might not be able to text as often either.”

“Alright.” I said. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He blew a kiss to the camera and I caught it, pressing my fingers to my cheek with a soft giggle. “Have a great day, honey.”

“You too, squid.”

After I hung up with Harry, I jumped into planning mode.

I already had the address to the rental house and a copy of the key. Harry had sent it to me the moment he got one himself just in case I ever wanted to come visit. We both knew that flight times and his filming schedule might not line up perfectly, so it didn’t hurt to have a key just in case I had to drive from LAX to Palm Springs on my own. I planned on stopping at the Malibu house to steal Roxanne from the garage. It would take me two hours and a half hours to get from Malibu to Palm Springs once I finally started my solo road trip.

As I switched over to a calming playlist that Harry made for me on my birthday, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.

I knew that it would be a fun trip, but I could only hope that Harry really liked his surprise.

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The sun was beating down on my bare legs as I leaned against Roxanne.

I anxiously twirled the set of keys around my perfectly painted fingernails. I picked one of the most infamous shades from the 1950’s to match my hair, makeup, and outfit. I rubbed my painted lips together nervously, taking a shuddery breath as I watched the gate of the production set carefully. I thought that it was going to open four times before, but no one had stumbled off set yet.

They were all set to do a two hour lunch break today and that gave me plenty of time to do what I wanted with Harry back in his rental home. I spent most of my time getting ready there, following several tutorials on vintage hair and makeup before I dressed in my adorable outfit. It was something I saw on a show about a female comedian in the fifties. I adored her style throughout the whole show, but I really loved this outfit on me.

It was a pair of black and white check shorts with a matching, three quarter sleeve blazer. I went through Harry’s closet, in search of his ivory silk shirt that I’d seen him wear in a pap photo years ago, to add a little special touch to the outfit. It had his last name stitched on the pocket to compliment the fake wedding ring I’d slipped on my finger.

That was the part I was nervous about.

I didn’t want him to think that I was insane for finding a piece of costume jewelry to match his own fake wedding ring. I got the idea on the flight over from New York, my mind racing with ideas and scenarios to play out. I ultimately decided that if he could torture me with a wedding ring, then I could torture him with one.

The gate finally opened as I started to contemplate picking my nails, a loud screeching sound pulling me from my thoughts as I gripped the keys to the benz in my hand tightly.

Florence was the first out, and while I was delighted to meet the girl who was spending so much time with my boyfriend, I didn’t care to meet her just yet. I watched her turn back, letting out a charming giggle as my boyfriend followed suite behind her. Olivia Wilde was next, a bag on her shoulder and a wide smile on her face. A few other familiar faces trailed out after Harry, and suddenly, my nerves had skyrocketed. A lot of famous people were about to see me in a classic fifties get up with a car scarf around my curls and my legs exposed.

My nerves were soothed for just a moment as I looked at Harry’s freshly cut hair, slicked back in a style that I thought I would hate on him. As per usual, he looked like a daydream. My breath caught in my throat when he looked over at me, his eyes growing wide and a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. Florence caught on to his line of sight, following his gaze until her eyes landed on me. I gave him a quick wave as everyone else turned to look at me and I felt my face grow hot. He pressed a quick kiss to Olivia’s cheek and then Florence’s before jogging my way.

“What the hell is all this?” He gripped my elbow gently, leaning down to press his lips to mine with a wide smile. “Beatrice, you look so good.”

“I know.” I hummed against his lips, brushing my fingers over his cheek. “Hi.”

“Hiya, honey.” He cooed, wrapping his arms around me. “Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.”

“I thought I’d do a little something to surprise you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, tossing my head back when he pulled the scarf from my head. “Harry!”

“You did your hair and makeup, too?” He kissed my cheek. “Come on, I want you to meet Olivia and Florence. They’re going to love this.”

“I don’t want her to think I’m mocking her movie.” I glanced down at Harry, causing him to frown slightly. “I did it because I knew you would love it and I had a lot of fun dressing up, but I don’t want to offend her.”

“You won’t.” He reassured me. “She’ll probably make you an extra.”

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes as he pouted. “Fine, I’ll go over there.”

“Thank you.” He set me down, grabbing my hand before tugging me along.

“Olivia, Florence,” Harry glanced back at me with a giddy grin. “This is my girlfriend, Beatrice.”

“Hello,” I stuck my hand out between us and they both went for a shake. “It’s really nice to meet y’all.”

“You too.” Florence beamed back at me with a smile that was almost as bright as the sun. “I just want to thank you for letting me borrow your boyfriend. He’s such a lovely person and a dream to work with.”

“Try baking with him, you’ll change your mind.” I squeezed Harry’s hand, letting out a soft chuckle. “He’s like a toddler when he gets in the kitchen.”

“I can’t imagine him in an apron.” Olivia laughed. “We have to see that.”

“I have pictures, I’ll make sure to give him a framed one for his trailer.” I pressed my lips together as Harry squeaked out.

“Alright, I didn’t think you’d all gang up on me.” He said playfully. “I wanted to show you off and here you are, teasing me for baking.”

“I’m teasing you because you steal the batter on a spoon, not because you’re baking. I love baking with you.” I bumped my hip into his, smiling up at him. “But I’ve got to keep you grounded, don’t I? Your head will inflate and I’ll have to tie a cinder block to your foot to keep you from floating off.”

“Haha, you’re so funny.” He scrunched his nose up and I tossed my head back, letting out a loud laugh. “Anyways, what do you think of her outfit?”

“Oh, Harry, don’t-”

“It looks great, actually.” Olivia said. “Did I see that on the set of the Marvelous Mrs. Masiel?”

“Yeah, you did.” I nodded. “I love that show and all of her outfits so much.”

“It looks adorable on you.” Florence said. “You work for Vogue, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I did a piece with one of your Little Women co-stars not too long ago, actually.”

“I thought you seemed familiar.” She exclaimed. “You came on set one day, didn’t you?”

“I did.” I nodded. “It was an honest to god, out of body experience for me. I loved Little Women so much as a girl. I seriously wanted to change my name to Josephine after reading it.”

“And then the film was so bloody amazing!” Florence exclaimed. “Harry, why have you kept her away from us for so long?”

“S’not my fault she has a job.” He rolled his eyes, chortling playfully. “I tried to convince her that being a housewife was much more fun, but I think she read the script and decided against it.”

“Yeah, I sure did.” I laughed softly alongside Olivia and Florence. “We should do dinner or something this weekend. I don’t know if you all have plans, but Harry’s rental house has a table that seats like, eight people.”

“That sounds wonderful.” Olivia said. “Just let us know the details and I’ll pass it along to the other main actors.”

“Sounds great.” Harry said. “Well, I’m going to steal my girl away if you don’t mind. I’ll see you in two hours?”

“See you then, Harry.” Florence waved before she took off in the direction of her car. “Bye, Beatrice!”

“Bye, Florence.” I waved back at her with a giggle before turning to Olivia. “It was really lovely to meet you. I’ll make sure to get him back in time.”

“Thank you.” She laughed. “Have a great lunch, you two.”

“Thanks.” Harry and I said at the same time.

When Olivia was gone, Harry looked down at me with a smirk.

“Do I get to fuck you now?” He asked, his dimple popping out.

“It depends.” I said slowly. “Would you, by chance, like to partake in a little role play?”

“It depends.” He said back. “What do you have in mind?”

I walked forward, smoothing my hands over his t-shirt covered chest. I pressed up on my toes, bringing my lips as close to his ears as I could get them.

“Do you still have your wedding ring from set?”

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“Honey!” I heard Harry’s voice from where I was lounging on the sofa, a magazine draped over my thighs. “I’m home.”

I smiled, flipping through my magazine without actually paying attention to it.

I heard Harry’s footsteps moments later, his dress shoes tapping along the concrete floor of the house. I tilted my head up when he moved in front of me, his eyes trailing over my body.

“You look comfortable.” He said, reaching for my magazine with two fingers. “You didn’t answer when I called out for you.”

“Sorry, darling,” I hummed out when he pressed his lips to mine. “I was invested in an article.”

“You and your articles.” He breathed against my lips. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen you. Are you just going to sit there?”

“I was planning on it, sweet pea.” I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip. “I’m relaxing my feet.”

“Now, I’ve been gone on business for six days, honey. I would like the chance to properly greet my beautiful wife.” He smirked, setting his briefcase to the coffee table behind him.

“Mr. Styles,” I twisted my legs off the couch, standing up between the furniture and Harry. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating, but I’ve got far too much to get done today. I’ve still got grocery shopping to do and well, I have to call your Mother.”

“I have a better plan, doll.” He roughly gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my sides harshly as he yanked me against his chest. “How about we sneak off for a little afternoon delight?”

“Harry Styles, I don’t think so.” I mocked offense, swatting his shoulder. “I’m far too busy.”

“Make time for your husband, honey.” He cooed, brushing his knuckles against my cheek gently before he gripped my chin. “Make love with your husband.”

“Mr. Styles, you do drive a hard bargain.” I whispered, my breath catching in my throat as our eyes connected in a lustful gaze. “I do have something I’ve been wanting to show you.”

“Mrs. Styles, what have you been up to while daddy’s been away?” He hummed out as his lips brushed against my red painted lips. “Have you been naughty?”

“No,” I smirked. “I’ve been an angel.”

“Prove it.” He whispered moments before our lips collided.

He kissed me just like they did in the old movies, his body wrapping around mine. I moaned against him when I felt his tongue slip over my own, giving me a taste of what I had been craving for two weeks now. I let out a giggle and then a squeak of surprise when I felt his hands under my bum, lifting me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him, holding on tight as he walked us from the living room towards the bedroom. He dropped me on the bed before grabbing my right ankle, holding my leg up as my ankle rested on his shoulder.

“These heels…” He started to fiddle with the clasp, finally pulling the strap loose before he slipped it off. “They’re new.”

“Just bought them.” I gripped the duvet under my fingers. “Do you like them?”

“Yes.” He kissed my ankle before gently resting my right leg on the bed. “Did you buy them with daddy’s money?”

“I did.” I bit my lower lip as my core clenched, my walls fluttering at his tone. “I bought them for you.”

“You didn’t even ask daddy before you bought them.” He tutted, reaching for my left ankle. “You’re getting bold.”

“I just wanted to surprise you.” I said.

“I’m very surprised.” He gave me a soft wink, one that let me know my Harry was still in this version of him that we’d quickly created in the car.

A business man with a daddy kink in the 1950’s that wanted to knock his wife up after a long business trip. It was a simple plot, but it combined quite a few kinks into one scenario, so we didn’t really mind. I giggled when he reminded me that daddy was a common nickname in that time period, something girls called their husbands in a provocative setting.

When both of my heels were off, Harry brushed his hands up my bare thighs until they landed on my hips. He gently guided me towards the center of the bed before kneeling over me. I lifted both hands up, cupping his cheeks as he leaned down to kiss my lips.

“Mrs. Styles,” He hummed out. “I’ve been thinking?”

“About what, Mr. Styles?” I pressed my lips over his cheek, sliding my fingers towards the back of his neck.

“I think it’s been quite lonely around here.” He said. “I can’t imagine you’re enjoying all of this time alone when I’m away on business.”

“I get by just fine.” I said softly, dropping my head back to the mattress. “Do you want to get a dog, Harry? Is that what this is about?”

“I don’t want to get a dog, darling.” He chuckled, brushing his nose over mine. “I want a baby.”

“A baby?” My eyes grew wide. “Isn’t it a bit soon, darling? We’ve only been married for five months.”

“That’s more than enough time, doll.” He whined. “I want us to have a beautiful little baby to love and to dote on. I want to show her off in front of my friends and my family-”

“Oh, Mr. Styles.” I sighed, shaking my head. “Don’t you know I’d do anything for you, darling.”

“Is that a yes?” He smirked, his eyes lighting up.

“Yes.” I gasped out when he rutted his hips forward. “Please.”

He wasted no time, stripping me from my blazer and then my tiny shorts. He tossed them aside carelessly, his hands falling to the buttons on the silk shirt that I had stolen from our closet.

“S’this mine?” He glanced up at me with a confused smirk. “Haven’t seen this in ages.”

“S’yours.” I nodded, holding the lapel to the side to show off his name. “S’got your name on it and everything.”

“Cheeky girl.” He cooed out, dropping his head to press a kiss to my stomach. “It’s our name.”

I let out a low whine in the back of my throat, shifting my hips as Harry made it to the last button towards the top of the dress shirt. I watched his face carefully as he pushed it to the side, his eyes scanning the black, vintage set that I had purchased for today.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He gasped out as his fingers brushed over the skin of my stomach to my breasts. “Fucking….I can’t take this anymore. I need to be inside of you.”

“Then get inside of me, Mr. Styles.” I lifted my legs, spreading them apart slightly so he could see the cut out area on the crotch of the panties. “You don’t even have to take everything off.”

Harry’s eyes were on mine, burning a dark shade of emerald as he licked over his bottom lip. I giggled when he started to unbuckle his trousers, tanking the zipper down before he tucked his hand in. He pulled his cock out, giving it a few firm strokes before he hovered his body over mine. Seconds later, I felt the stretch of my walls around his cock, causing my body to tense.

“There’s my girl.” He grunted out, pushing himself in as far as he could possibly go before pressing a few, sloppy kisses to my face. “So snug around me, aren’t you?”

“Harry.” I dropped my hands to his back, digging my nails into the cotton of his shirt as he pulled out slowly. Seconds later, he was pushing back in and I was gasping for air. “Fuck, that’s nice.”

“Mrs. Styles, you have such a filthy mouth.” He smeared his lips over mine before both of his hands found their home by my ears. “Who taught you to talk like that?”

“You.” I let out a breathless chuckle that quickly faded as the tip of his cock massaged my g-spot.

“Yeah?” His eyelids fluttered shut as he continued to work his hips in a steady rhythm. “No other blokes have been hangin’ round here?”

“None.” I shook my head as my nails drug down to his lower back and eventually to his bum. I pushed my fingers down his pants, digging my nails into the flesh there. “Just you.”

“You’re my girl.” He gritted out as a single curl fell to his forehead. “Only mine.”

“Only yours.” I whimpered, biting at my lower lip. “You feel so good, Harry.”

“Can’t wait to see you pregnant, honey.” He let out a whine of his own, clenching his eyes. “It’s gonna be so beautiful, seeing you round and full while you carry my baby..”

“I want it so bad, Harry.”

“And after this baby,” He let out a strangled moan, delivering another sharp thrust that had me gasping. “I’m gonna put another one in you, and then another.”

“Please, I want it.” I nodded, sliding my fingers back up his back. “Want you closer.”

He pressed his body into mine, his hips moving in desperate thrusts and his pelvis applying pressure to my clit with each move. I tossed my head back, silently asking for his lips to press against my throat. I felt him latch on as his thrust started to get sloppier. I knew that he was close by the little whines pulling from his throat and the puffs of air hitting my skin.

Harry’s hand slipped between our bodies in no time, rubbing my clit with an urgency that I’d never experienced before with him. I felt my body flush warm and my walls tighten around him as he delivered three final thrusts. We both cried out when he spilled into me, filling my walls with his cum until it dripped out onto the black panties still settled onto my hips.

“You bought yourself a ring?” our chests were both heaving, his body still pressed into mine.

I tried to let out a giggle, but he was heavy against my body and it came out wheezy.

“It’s costume jewelry.” I brushed my hand over his back. “Just thought it would be fun after I saw you wearing that ring on set. I saw the pictures online and they nearly killed me.”

“Mhm, you’re just trying to seduce me into proposing earlier than I planned.” He lifted his head, pressing his lips against mine in a sweet kiss. “Hello, honey.”

“Hiya, darling.” I lifted my hand, tugging gently on the curl that fell over forehead with a fond smile. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” He whispered. “I love you and everything you do for me. I don’t tell you enough how much I appreciate you for being the best girlfriend out there.”

“Harry-”

“Don’t deflect or play it down,” He said sternly. “I mean every word from the bottom of my heart, Beatrice. I...no one else on set has had a spouse or partner come visit them on the weekends. No one else had flowers sent to their trailer or daily facetime calls and inspirational messages. You make me feel so loved and so special on a daily basis and that means the world to me. So thank you for being you, honey. I love you with all of my heart.”

“I love you, too.” I sniffled, blinking rapidly as a few tears fell down my temples, into my hair. “I hope you liked your surprise. I didn’t want to freak you out, but I thought it would be fun.”

“It was.” He brushed his nose over mine. “It was a lot of fun, actually. I think we should mess around like that more often.”

“Not too often, though.” I chuckled. “One of these days, I’ll actually end up pregnant.”

“Wheat’s wrong with that?” He hummed out.

“One step at a time, darling.” I patted his shoulder. “Oh, just so you know, we won’t be having a girl first.”

“Excuse me?” Harry hissed when I pushed at his shoulders, causing him to slip out of my walls. I guided him to his back before I climbed on top of him, pressing my palms to his tummy. “I don’t...what?”

“You said ‘her’ earlier, but we’re having a boy first.” I said casually. “I know it.”

“How do you know it?” He chuckled as his brows creased. “Did you make a deal with Stevie at one of her witch things?”

“I didn’t need to make a deal, I just know it.” I patted his cheek. “Gonna name him Ellis.”

“Why Ellis?” He tilted his head to the side. “Where did you hear that?”

“Ellis Island.” I smiled. “We took our first vacation together in New York and the ferry to Ellis Island was one of my favorite parts of that trip. It’s a piece of our history.”

“I love that.” He said softly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I giggled, leaning forward to press my lips against his. “Round two?”

“Why, Mrs. Styles, I like the way you think.”

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