#ONE OF THE BOYS

[themultifanshipper]

The Lion, the Birthday Boy, and the Rookie (and a wardrobe)

Japan 2025

warnings: smut, oral, anal, double penetration, foursome, for once no cuck chairs were used in the plotting of this fic, oscar get railed for his bday, multiple orgasms, unfortunately Christian Horny makes a brief appearance, kimi is just so happy to be included, barely proofread.

One of the Boys Masterlist

"Congratulations Maxyyyy"

He groaned, head leaning over the back of the couch with his eyes closed.

"Not this again"

"Yes this again. You're a winner baby"

You made your way over to him and straddled his lap, making him jump slightly as his hands naturally found their way onto your hips.

"In that case, lets get you naked and I can finally claim my prize..." he smirked, fingers sneaking under your top to make the fabric ride up.

"Sure thing" you lifted your arms to let him take it off you completely.

You sat there in a bra and goosebums rose over your skin in the cool air of the room.

Max leaned forwards and buried his face in your tits, then let out a deep groan of satisfaction.

You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly. He'd been under quite a bit of stress recently so if he just wanted to bury himself in your tits, then who were you to deny him.

"I've missed this"

He was barely audible, words badly muffled by your flesh, but you understood the sentiment.

But your peace was quickly interrupted by a loud knock on the door that made you both jump.

"Max?"

You jumped off his lap and grabbed your shirt off the floor.

"Shit it's Christian." Max hissed "He cannot see you in here!"

"Fuck"

"Quick, in the wardrobe!"

"What?!"

"Just trust me!"

The door of the closet clicked shut just as Christian entered the room, and Max played it off well, thank god.

It turns out Christian wasn't there to say anything interesting, and left after only two minutes of you being stuffed in with Max's suits and spare fireproofs. And... well some of them had obviously been worn, to put it nicely.

"I'm so sorry about that" he mumbled when he opened the door. "I guess it's a bad idea for you to hang around here. I'll see you tonight?"

"Of course" you smiled, pecking him on the cheek.

Before you got to the door you turned around. "Oh and by the way, you won't be alone tonight, Oscar and Kimi are coming along for the ride"

All you heard was his deep groan of frustration behind you as you closed the door and snuck out, wary of running into Christian.

...

"Kimi, you remember what Oscar did for you in Australia?"

The young man nodded eagerly, almost tripping up in his haste to get his trousers off.

"Well I think you should repay the favour"

Oscar was already naked on the bed, cock swelling at all the attention being solely on him from you, Kimi and Max all standing around the bed.

Kimi wasted no time obeying, and all but jumped on Oscar, pushing him down and kissing him senseless. They both got lost in it, and Oscar groaned when Kimi nipped at his bottom lip.

He slowly made his way down the Aussie's body, kissing and nibbling along the way, while his hand wrapped around the hardening cock underneath him.

Oscar let out a breathy gasp and you could see Kimi's smirk from where you were.

You turned to Max, holding a hand out for him to take and led him over to the other side of the bed. You lay down sensually and smiled at him.

"Ready for your prize?"

He grinned crawling over you and pressing your body into the mattress.

"I've been ready for months"

You made out sloppily for a minute, just that felt like it had been forever, while freely grinding against each other. There was no rush.

And given what you had planned for Oscar's birthday, you were going to take pleasure in drawing it out for as long as possible.

Max mirrored Kimi, making his way down your body and made a pit stop at your tits to appreciate them, with his mouth, before resuming his path downwards.

Max's mouth moved expertly against you, he wasn't a huge tease tonight, he wanted to taste you, and he wanted to be inside you as quickly as possible.

Three of his fingers were sufficient to stretch you out, you were pretty wet already, so he leaned back on his haunches and smiled like a devil at you.

"Turn over for me, schat"

You did as you were told, and he hiked your hips up to press his cock against you.

"Not even inside you and you're dripping..."

"Then imagine what it'll be like when you're inside"

He chuckled, popping the tip in to test the waters. You just arched your back in an invitation for him to hurry up and he obliged, sliding into you to the hilt.

Despite him missing this for so long, he didn't go slow. He was fast and rough, his goal was to make you fall apart completely, almost as revenge for denying him since last year. And to help him do that he was going to pull out all the stops.

He spread your ass and admired the way he was splitting you open before spitting right on your puckered asshole.

He used his thumb to spread it around and push into the tense muscle.

You moaned at the intrusion, even with just a finger the pleasure seemed more instense.

It wasn't long before he was up to two fingers and you were drooling onto the sheets. Each snap of Max's hips driving you further and further towards an orgasm.

You could hear the obscene noise of Oscar fucking Kimi's throat, and you turned you head to look at them.

God, what a sight, Oscars hands buried in the younger man's curls to hold him in place, letting out little breaths with every thrust as Kimi took it all like an absolute champ.

Oscar was close, you could tell by the slight tremor in his thighs and the way his fingers twitched.

Then Max decided to slip a third finger inside you and the delicious stretch was your undoing. A surprised moan left your lips and the knot in your stomach unraveled.

The wanton sound really got Oscar off, that and the sight of the rookie between his legs with his eyes closed as if he was in pure bliss, and he came with a stuttered groan down Kimi's throat.

You panted as Max pulled out and shuffled over to Oscar.

You'd informed Max of your plans, of course, and he was happy to oblige.

The instruction was simple: make Oscar come as many times as possible.

Kimi's cock was throbbing in his hand after being untouched for so long, and when Max turned Oscar over on his hands and knees and told him to fuck him, Kimi's brain shut down for a second.

He didn't move until a small bottle of lube bounced of his chest and Max barked at him to get a move on.

Oscar looked at you in confusion.

"What about you?"

You smirked at him and lay back against the pillows to get comfortable.

"Well it's not my birthday is it?"

Oscar didn't have time to ask any more questions, Max grabbed his jaw and made him look ahead, at his angry looking cock, which was covered in your juices.

Oscar opened his mouth to welcome him in, and at that moment let out a strangled cry.

Kimi had slid a finger in, and somehow aimed straight for his prostate, on the first thrust.

Kimi's cocky smirk made you laugh, and he quickly slid a second finger in and started stretching Oscar out properly. You could tell he wasn't used to doing this, but he was certainly learning quick, and Oscar's cock was hardening again under Kimi's ministrations.

The moment Max slid into Oscar's mouth, the latter let out a low moan.

He could taste you on Max's cock. It was a taste he knew well, and the mix of that and Max's natural taste sent his head spinning.

But nothing could prepare you for when Kimi's cock finally breached Oscar's rim, because Max had briefly pulled out to let him breathe, so your ears were met will the full force of Oscar's high pitched whine as his arms collapsed and his chest hit the mattress.

"Fuck- so... so full..."

Followed by another whine. He was fully gone, and the angle was no longer good for Max, so he asked Oscar to turn over again, onto his back.

You gave him a pillow to put under Oscar's hips to prop them up a bit, and when Kimi slid back into him, his moans went up in pitch. Apparently the angle was better.

Max turned Oscar's head and thrust back into his mouth, moving in tandem with Kimi as they absolutely wrecked him.

Oscar's poor untouched cock was steadily leaking precum and he was gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles had turned white.

You decided to join in with the torture.

You didn't touch his cock though, you went for his chest. Those soft pecs were so inviting that you couldn't resist giving them a soft nibble, and sucked a couple of very faint marks into the flesh before moving closer to one of his nipples.

You licked a stripe over it, and you felt Oscar's abs clench under your hand, so you did it again to the other nipple.

He moaned around Max and you decided to take one into your mouth and suck.

Oscar was getting close again, so you directed your attention to his other nipple and his back arched immediately.

He came with a shout and Max pulled out to let the erotic sounds flow freely from Oscar's mouth into the stale air of the room while Kimi fucked him through it, nailing his prostate if the pitch of the moans was anything to go by. The second orgasm seemed quite a bit more intense than the first one.

You leaned over Oscar and kissed him sweetly. "All good?"

"Peachy" came the response and you grinned, noting how unfocused his eyes were.

"Perfect, then you can have a short break while Max and Kimi fuck me"

Kimi's jaw dropped as he looked between you and Max.

"Wha-- you mean... together?"

You giggled at his expression.

"Yes Kimi. You're going to fuck my ass, is that okay with you?"

His eyebrows shot up and he grinned.

"Sure!"

Max was already in position, laying on his back so that you could sink down on him. You swung a leg over, positionning him at your entrance before he pulled you down on him slowly, his hands squeezing your hips.

You leaned forwards, and turned your head towards Kimi.

"Come on then. Your turn"

He bit his lip as he positionned himself behind you and he was entraced by the way your puffy cunt was stretched around Max's impressive girth. Then his eyes moved to your twitching hole, already open from Max's fingers earlier.

You didn't really expect it, but the sound and feeling of him spitting on it like Max did, surprised you and turned you on, immensely.

He placed his tip against the muscle and slowly pushed it in, stopping when just the head of his cock was engulfed in your heat.

"Good?" He asked.

"Yep" you tried to sound nonchalant, but you knew that as soon as he was fully inside you, your limbs would turn to jelly.

And they did. He pushed in until his thighs met your ass, and your chest came in contact with Max's as you buried your head in the crook of his neck with a soft whine.

Kimi let out a similar noise.

"So tight, fuck-"

As soon as they started moving, the noises wouldn't stop coming. A non-stop stream of moans left your mouth as they built up the pace of their thrusts while holding you steady.

Neither of them had come yet, so they were pretty riled up, and they could feel themselves losing it a bit.

"Feel so good, schat" Max groaned into your ear. "So fucking perfect for our cocks to fill you up"

Kimi's hands had your hips in a death grip, and you arched your back to deapen the angle and you let out a strangled cry.

It was so good, the pace, the angle, the friction, the stretch... you were slowly losing your mind and it wasn't long before you were panting out a plea to come.

Why you were pleading, Max didn't know but he grabbed your face to make you look at him.

"Come baby, you're so good for us. Such a good little slut..."

Your eyes closed on their own as the overwhelming pleasure washed over you, and with the way you tightened like a vice around them, Kimi and Max had no choice but to fuck you through it and come inside you with mathching groans.

Their cum leaked out immediately, and you thanked your earlier self for putting down a protective sheet.

"Fucking hell..."

Kimi groaned at the sight of your two holes oozing cum, but quickly snapped out of it.

"Uhm... this has been lovely, but I need to go, I said I would meet Ollie at the club"

You laughed and rolled off Max to pull the younger man into a searing kiss. It almost made him change his mind. Almost.

"That's okay. It's Oscar's turn to fuck me. You go have fun with your friends"

He smiled and slid off the bed to find his disguared clothes.

You looked at Oscar. He glanced down at his half hard cock and frowned.

"How many times do you plan on making me come, exactly?"

"As many as I want" your smile softened at his worried look. "But if you want, tonight we can settle for three. For your third birthday in F1."

Max laughed.

"Does that mean on my birthday you'll make me come 10 times?"

"Don't underestimate me Max, that has never gone well for you"

He promptly shut his mouth.

Oscar ended up inside you, mind reeling at the way his cock was just sliding in and out with how slick you were with Max's cum.

Max lined up behind him, and spread him open to watch his tip slide in teasingly.

"Please, Max" Oscar sighed, arching his back enticingly, and Max chuckled and landed a sharp smack to Oscar's flesh.

He yelped, cheeks burning as he gave you an embarrassed look. His face was inches from yours so you decided to pull him down for a sloppy make out.

You knew exactly when Max pushed in because Oscar half groaned, half whined into the kiss and his hips were pushed flush with yours.

Every thrust from Max sent Oscar's cock knocking into you, and the angle wasn't great but the closeness due to the position was really nice. Your three bodies worked together, hips rolling and backs arching against each other.

Max wrapped a hand around Oscar's throat, making the younger man's eyes roll back and let out a strangled gasp, and his other hand went to where you and Oscar were joined and thumbed over your clit to help you along.

It had been cruelly neglected so far so the sensation sent a shock up your spine and you moaned loudly as you suddenly felt your release within your grasp.

"You like this? Getting all the attention?"

You barely registered the words, but thankfully they were meant for Oscar, who nodded desperately as he felt his own high quickly approaching.

"Jesus- fuck- yes, right there, Max"

Max fucked into him harder, and the way you moaned made him feel like Max was using his body to fuck you, and the thought sent him suddenly hurtling into his orgasm and you felt him throb and twitch inside you, probably coming dry after how much he'd come the first two times, and Max cursed as he emptied himself inside Oscar.

Oscar was boneless, and ultimately useless, so Max threw him to the side (gently, he's not an animal) and shoved two fingers inside you to finish you off.

He lapped at your clit relentlessly as he pressed his fingers upwards, tasting Oscar and it didn't take long for you to tremble your way through a third orgasm of your own while Oscar gazed at you with half lidded eyes.

"Can either of you be bothered going out after that?" you asked after a quick clean up job with some damp washcloths.

"Nah" they both replied.

"You wanna stay here?"

"Yeah"

You giggled, stripping the protective sheet off the bed and throwing it away. You slipped under the covers and checked your phone.

"KIMI???? REALLY???"

"So Kimi, Oscar and Max have all fucked your ass? WHEN IS IT MY TURN"

You giggled at the texts, he was obviously already drunk.

"Don't forget Jack as well 😉"

The reply came withing seconds.

"NOT JACK???? WTF WHYYYYY"

"Win a race Charles, then we'll talk (well, fuck) <3"

Oscar laughed, he was reading over your shoulder. You set your alarm and settled under the covers with Oscar and Max, you were fucking exhausted after all that.

This was going to be a looonng triple header.

[ribroses]

🍬katy perry moodboard🍬

requested by @i-miss-2013 !!!

[maxdibert]

The way Hermione and Ginny talked about Fleur in hbp was so not girls supporting girls

Rowling’s narrative does not portray teenage girls as ordinary or typical. Instead, she idealizes a particular “not like the others” archetype. The only adolescent females she treats favorably are Ginny, Hermione, and Luna—each representing very specific types that diverge from the conventional mold of an average teen girl, whom she seems to dismiss.

For example, Cho Chang is depicted by Harry as overly emotional—a characterization that implicitly criticizes a 16-year-old girl for being inconsolable after a tragic loss. In stark contrast, Harry praises Ginny for not crying, framing her stoicism as both cool and badass. This contrast suggests that while displays of vulnerability are considered unattractive or even pathetic, the suppression of emotion, combined with a rough, “one-of-the-guys” attitude, is celebrated. In this light, Ginny functions as a classic “pick-me girl,” embodying the masculine fantasy of a girlfriend who behaves like one of the boys while also conforming to conventional standards of attractiveness.

Hermione, though a complex character with flaws unrelated to gender, frequently emphasizes her difference from “other girls” in her interactions with her housemates. She regards herself as superior to characters like Lavender Brown and the Patil sisters precisely because she rejects traditionally feminine interests—such as divination (akin to an interest in horoscopes), teen magazines, and idle gossip. Through Hermione, Rowling appears to denounce ordinary teenage girls who enjoy conventional, age-typical pursuits.

Luna, meanwhile, is not problematic in terms of behavior; rather, she represents a distinct ideal. Her eccentricity and uniqueness make her acceptable to her peers—implying that to belong to the inner circle, one must possess some unusual or special quality. Luna clearly fits the archetype of the manic pixie dream girl.

Fleur is portrayed as overtly feminine, somewhat pretentious, and exceedingly confident in her beauty and self-assurance. However, this portrayal is problematic because it appears that Rowling is critical of women who display high self-esteem. Fleur is undermined by other characters until she proves herself to be a devoted wife who lives entirely for her husband—a notion that echoes a traditional, subservient ideal. Molly Weasley, who embodies the archetypal “traditional wife,” reinforces this message by showing little tolerance for any young woman who deviates from conventional feminine behavior.

In summary, Rowling’s portrayal of female characters is constrained by narrow, idealized archetypes. Only those who conform to these specific, nontraditional molds—displaying stoicism, eccentricity, or an extreme form of femininity subordinated to a husband—are valorized. Meanwhile, ordinary teenage girls with conventional interests or natural emotional expressions are implicitly devalued.

Misoginystic as fuck Rowling. She clearly hates women.

[skatankata]

Drawfee sapphics

[loganslowdown4]

Quil, who has been one of Thomas’ producers for many many years, has written the prettiest song I’ve ever heard and it’s made me cry more than once already, please stream it anywhere

He writes beautiful music and I want more lol

[y0urfav0r1te-girl]

Loook what my sister just gave to me !!!

[reibudraws]

Warmup Sketch :)

[yakovsantucci]

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[workbtch]

Happy 15th anniversary to 'One of the Boys'!

[themultifanshipper]

Anything you can do I can do better

Bahrain 2025

warnings: smut, slight dirty talk, return of the cuck chair, Oscar being mean af, mention of bondage and gags. It's short but yolo as the kids say

One of the Boys Masterlist

"Oh god, do that again"

You smirked, hands pressed to Oscar's chest while you hovered over him, just the tip of his cock still inside you.

You didn't torture him much longer, doing as he said by dropping your full weight back down onto him.

You both let out twin punched out groans at the stretch. You hadn't been at this long, but you could both feel that tingling sensation in your loins that told you it would take much until you were getting desperate.

"Wanna fuck me properly, Oscar?"

The lazy smile on his lips turned into something darker and he glanced to the side, to where the cuck chair was.

And to the person in it.

Lando was tied up and gagged, and very naked, and forced to watch as you swapped positions without hesitation.

Oscar decided the best torture for him would be if he could see everything, so he placed you on your knees facing Lando.

That way he would be able to see everything, down to the way Oscar's cock would stretch you open, but forced to only watch as the two of you got the pleasure you craved, and deserved.

You could feel the heat from Oscar's body behind you, followed by his slick cock sliding through your folds. You spread your legs a bit more, and Oscar wrapped one arm around your waist to pull you back against his thrusts, and the other went to hold your neck.

"Ready?" He purred into your ear, while he stared straight at Lando.

He started off slow. Sliding into you bit by bit to make you feel every single agonising inch of him before he bottomed out completely.

You couldn't help the way your back arched and your head dropped back onto his shoulder, it just felt so good.

His hips snapped once, twice and thank god he was holding you up or you would've crumbled pathetically.

"Feel good?" He asked and when you didn't respond he thrusted into you harder and deeper to make you cry out.

"Talk to me, am I making you feel good?"

He didn't stop his relentless pace and you struggled, but managed to get a moaned "yes" out.

"Better than Lando would?"

The evil glance he threw at the man in the chair made the older man's eyes widen in shock.

No way was Oscar going to play this game.

"Fuck- Oscar!" You whined as the pleasure started building again.

The hand that wasn't curled around your throat had settled on your clit, and was circling it with blinding precision at the same rhythm as his hips.

"Tell me, baby. Am I making you feel better than Lando?"

Your eyebrows scrunched in pleasure, you could almost taste the orgasm tightening deep in your gut. If you didn't say yes, he might stop altogether...

"Yes! Osc- Oh my god!"

"That's right, it's my name you're saying right now. Say it louder for everyone in the room"

"Oscar! "

"That's right. I came out on top today, not Lando."

He was getting close himself, and was staring intently at the man in the chair while he spoke to him over your shoulder.

"This could be you right now, but I'm better, even she thinks so..."

Your eyes were rolling back and you couldn't control yourself as you came with another loud wail of Oscar's name.

You were dripping, and the way you tightened around Oscar made him grunt and he spilled inside you while he fucked you through the aftershocks.

He let you lie down and crawled over you, and gave you a lingering kiss before getting dressed again, and then looked at Lando with a cocky smirk.

"You're at her mercy now, try not to be dissapointing..."

And without another word he left, leaving you alone with the man who had tears in his eyes, and precum dripping down his cock.

[y2kalbums]

katy perry - one of the boys (2008)

[revenge-over-sunsets]

i miss when katy perry was calling pete wentz gay in music videos and getting in controversies for her sesame street attire

[loveallthegays]

One Of The Boys

One Of The Boys is a charming miniseries that transports viewers to the scenic Danish countryside for a story that explores the complicated but not unfamiliar swirl of feelings around sexuality, masculinity, and queerness.

Teenaged Lau (Jonathan Meinert Pedersen) has always felt a bit socially awkward, especially in his small, provincial town where hyper-masculinity is idolized. So, of course, he sticks out like a sore thumb when he’s sent to what’s known as “Man Camp”—a wilderness retreat where young boys undergo a series of challenges to test their strength and stamina.

This year, however, a new kid named Aksel (Jacob Spang Olsen) catches his eye. He’s got bleach-blond hair, an artistic sense of style, and he seems to be above all of the Man Camp nonsense (“Don’t you find it a bit creepy that two grown men take these young boys out to a cabin to play?” Aksel jokes). Naturally, Lau can’t help but be intrigued.

As the two develop feelings for on another, they struggle with how to show it, especially as they’re surrounded by peers who have shown they’re pretty eager to mercilessly taunt anyone who can’t prove their manliness on this so-called “mancation.”

The four-part series makes its U.S. premiere—with English subtitles—on June 8, exclusively through Viaplay.