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totallynotqueer · 1 month ago
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Okay y’all! I’m looking for a Ben Ten roleplay! Long term, literate/multi paragraph and I primarily use discord atm! The roleplay will take place when the gang is in their 20’s but! I’d be super SUPER down to do a roleplay that starts in the og series and goes though and clear past the others! I’d love for the main focus to be a slice of life roleplay but of course I’m down with having action and high stakes sprinkled throughout! Now, a couple things
I only expect one or two responses a day or even just a couple a week! As long as we can yap about our characters in between I’m all good! My responses tend to get lengthy so I totally understand especially with real life being a thing that people need to deal with.
On that note- let me know if I’m doing too much or not enough and DONT feel pressured to match my length! I’m a yapper and while this will be a descriptive roleplay don’t push yourself! This is for fun!
I’m going to be using an oc and you don’t have to but you totally can!
I do double up and I promise I’m just as invested in your side as I am in mine ❤️
We can do two separate storylines or one story line! (Ie- if we both want Ben as a love interest we do different stories/time lines if that makes sense?)
If we start the roleplay from the OG series I don’t want to carbon copy it! That’s boring! Let’s cover the stuff they didn’t go over in the show!
Also! Don’t worry about cringe! I’m 22 with a hyperfixation on a kids show about aliens! Cringe is dead! I killed it with my hammer!
Lastly: communicate! I’m not psychic! I can’t read your mind! If you have a plot idea tell me! If you want to retcon, tell me! If my response is too short or if you think I can do better then tell me! I don’t bite! I just request that you use neutral language, tone tags or emojis even!
My oc will have Ben as a love interest and wears a version of the omnitrix. When they first donned the watch it pinned them together at the wrists and they struggled and fought and turned into heat blast. After they turned back there were *two* watches only my oc has a fucked up version that makes him glitch like a computer game. Ben’s watch is still fully functional.
Don’t be afraid to hmu! If you see this a week, a month, a year- hell possibly even a decade after I post this hmu! The worst that’ll happen is I don’t see your message for a bit!
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destiny-in-the-universe · 5 months ago
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I'm here writing and creating terminology and lore for Project Zero. I don't know why, but I'm absolutely in love with the concept of the hero districts; and some other tidbits I'll be sharing once I finish completing the entire google doc I'm working on.
I might consider opening a google form and leaving applications open for potential collaborators, maybe even mods later down the line if I'm feeling bold enough. I am ridiculously excited for this project, I have to be honest-
A lot is coming, so if anyone wants to be tagged when that comes out, leave a comment or reblog this!
~ Mod Destiny (They/Them)
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cryptographs-and-casinos · 1 month ago
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Weekly reminder to stick jalapeno peppers in your eyes :) Stick them right in there, gouge your sorry sockets out with how determined you are like every human being when they encounter some new silly cartoon to obsess over <3 Remember, it's their only weakness ▲▲▲
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roleplayfinder · 11 months ago
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I’m looking for an 18+ rp partner that’s on quotev. My handle is in my bio! (Fandoms include Bones, Supernatural, Doctor Who, firefly and Ben Ten!)
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lewmagoo · 2 months ago
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naked poetry | ben mears
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description: in which two lovers explore new heights of pleasure
pairing: professor ben mears x f!reader
word count: 7,102
warnings: 18+ only, brief mention of past trauma, unprotected p in v sex, professor/student roleplay, title kink, sir kink, oral (m receiving), begging, creampie
The setting sun cast a cozy yellow glow across the comfortable office that was home to all the writing projects and research excursions Ben Mears partook in. 
A place that was set up just the way he liked it. A simple writing desk housing an antique typewriter he picked up at an estate sale. Bookshelves boasting of both practical and fictional books, including all the ones he’d written as well. 
Front and center was his most recent book. It had taken him years to write, but it was finally published, and he was deeply proud of it. The story of a young writer and the woman he loved, overcoming the impossible when a throng of vampires reigned terror on their beloved hometown. 
No one knew the story was true. No one except you, and the young boy you’d rescued when the Lot fell. Ben supposed no one would believe either of you if you claimed the story was true. But it didn’t matter, because that time was behind you now. You’d moved on with life, and you were happy now. You were safe. 
It had been ten years since you fled from Jerusalem’s Lot with the clothes on your back, Mark Petrie in your arms, and Ben by your side. You had nothing. 
Those first few months were difficult. You lived in motels and barely scraped by. But your beloved Ben was determined to make things better for you and Mark. It took a while, but you settled down eventually, far from the charred remains of the Lot. 
The three of you focused on processing the trauma you had experienced. You found a therapist for Mark to see regularly, and you gently encouraged Ben to see one alongside you. He was plagued with terrible nightmares, and it broke you to listen to him wake up sobbing, burying his face in your chest. 
It was no walk in the park. You faced many setbacks and trials. But you had each other, and that helped. 
Eventually, Mark was re-enrolled in school. You got a job working at the local library. Ben focused on writing, but finally bit the bullet and decided to try his hand at teaching. College had never been something he enjoyed, and in his youth, he had barely gotten through a year of it before he dropped out altogether. 
Now, things were different. He had a family to think about. You and Mark were his world, and he was determined to make something of himself so that he could take care of you, and see to it that the boy had good schooling. 
And, in a way, it gave Ben a chance to honor Matt Burke, his dear friend that he’d lost during the events that took place back in ‘salem’s Lot. 
So he returned to college and completed the necessary steps to become a teacher. 
Now, years later, he’d secured a job as a professor at the local university. It paid well, and he had the privilege of teaching American literature. While his true passion was writing, he found that he enjoyed teaching more than he’d anticipated. He understood why Matt Burke had done it for so many years. 
On the side, Ben had been working on publishing his book, When Evil Lurks. His other books had seen moderate success, but he had no idea how the general public would respond to this one. 
Much to his delight, and utter relief, the response surpassed his greatest expectations. The book received critical acclaim, and secured itself on the New York Times bestseller list. He received handsome monetary gain from it. Enough to secure a comfortable life for his little family. 
It had been over ten years since you had left the Lot, and things were looking up for the three of you. With the earnings from When Evil Lurks, you and Ben were able to help put Mark through college. 
With Mark off pursuing his studies, it was just you and Ben in your quaint, but comfortable, cottage. For the first time in a decade, you found yourselves entirely alone together. All this time had been spent getting through the pain you’d experienced, raising Mark, and trying to find your way in life. 
Now, you had so much time to truly get to know each other inside and out. It felt like you were dating each other all over again, and you loved it. When you first met Ben, you had only been able to go on a few proper dates before all hell broke loose, and you had to fight for your lives. 
When it was all over, it seemed only a given that you would simply stay together. Your trauma had bonded you together forever. 
But that part of your lives was over. Not forgotten, but you had processed your grief and learned to live again.
Now you found yourselves enjoying a domestic life. You had a small vegetable garden. A few chickens. A goat. A nice, quiet portion of land in the countryside. You still worked at the local library a few days a week, but you were able to enjoy a slower, more relaxed life. It was incredibly healing. 
Ben had a nice schedule at the university. He only taught three days a week, so oftentimes, your days off would coincide, and you would be able to enjoy time together. 
Today was one of those days. 
You had enjoyed a nice, leisurely morning in bed together, kissing and touching and enjoying the warmth and softness of one another’s bodies. Then you found yourselves snuggled in the breakfast nook in the kitchen, eating a brunch that consisted of eggs from your chickens and a few of the last vegetables of the season from your garden. 
It was officially autumn, and first frost would soon come. Your garden would sleep until next spring, when the earth thawed again. Until then, you were appreciative of the last few vegetables it had given you, and had been using them in soups and stews all week. 
After brunch was eaten that morning, you floated through the day doing chores and enjoying the lovely weather. However, beneath it all was a sizzle of excitement thrumming in your veins, for you had special plans that evening. 
With your newfound alone time, you had been exploring things together. Growing more adventurous in your sexual escapades. It kept things new and exciting, and you both loved it. 
Ben took to grading papers for the entirety of the afternoon, wanting to get ahead of it so he could spend the weekend focusing solely on you. He almost couldn’t focus on his work, because he knew what was to come. 
His mind kept wandering as he scanned over each essay, and he had to continuously draw his attention back in. But how could he, when thoughts of you filled his head? And how could he, when he knew that very soon, he would have you naked on this very desk?
By some miracle, though, he finished grading the essays, albeit hastily. And just in time, too, for moments later, as the sun was beginning to set in the sky, he heard a knock at the door of his study. 
He felt like a damn teenager, sexed up and teeming with hormones. That was simply the effect you had on him. 
He cleared his throat, trying his best to keep his composure. “Come in!”
Seconds later, you were slipping into the room, and his eyes widened behind the thick frames of his glasses. You looked incredible, donning a short plaid skirt that left little to the imagination, and a blouse that he could see the peaks of your nipples through. 
His mouth went dry as your eyes flitted about the room, an air of shyness about you. 
“Professor Mears?” You innocently spoke. It sent his blood rushing south. 
Leaning back in his chair, he mustered a smile. “My office hours are actually over. Can we meet sometime next week instead?”
“Actually, I…I was hoping to talk to you now.” You stepped forward, and in your hands was a piece of paper. “See, I wrote an essay, and I was hoping you could look at it and give me some pointers on what I should change?”
How sneaky you were. He could see that you had used his typewriter to write an essay on the paper you held. “I suppose I could take a look.” He stretched out his hand, and you placed the paper in it. 
As he glanced over the content, he felt heat rising past the collar of his shirt, and his breath hitched. The words you had written were salacious. This was no essay. This was a love letter. 
Dear Professor Mears,
I’m writing this letter because I need to confess something to you. I can’t stop thinking about you. Each time I watch you teach in class, I fall more in love with you. It’s hard to pay attention, because my mind wanders. I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, and I find myself daydreaming about what it would be like to kiss you. To feel your lips on mine. To have you touch me. I think about how big your hands are, and how they would feel on my body. I get so wet when I picture your fingers inside me. They’re so long, and I know they would fill me up so nicely. When I touch myself, I can’t help but imagine you in my head. Maybe your face is between my legs with your tongue on my pussy, or maybe your cock is inside me. It makes me cum so hard. I know this is highly inappropriate of me, but I needed to confess all of this before I combust. And maybe, some foolish part of me, hopes you’ll feel the same.
Ben stared at the words, his chest heaving slightly, his ears red, his eyes blurring. Sucking in a breath, he removed his glasses, setting your letter down and pinching the bridge of his nose. This was no more obscene than the sex scenes he’d written in his books. He considered himself very good at writing erotica, and had spent many a writing session describing sex acts in explicit detail.
Yet this? This was different. This wasn’t simply a fantasy etched into paper. This was happening in real time, before his very eyes, and he suddenly felt like a prude, even though he was far from it.
You watched him, pressing your thighs together at the sight of him reading the note. You were certain you would melt on the spot. There was something so erotic about watching him process your words. When you had discussed role playing this scene, you hadn’t revealed to him that you were going to write such a thing. His reaction was firsthand and genuine. 
Ben looked up at you. He had to fight to stay in character, taking on the role of the stern professor. “Y-young lady, this is highly inappropriate. I could have you expelled for this. In fact, I could be removed from my position here.”
You bowed your head, wringing your hands. “I’m sorry sir. I…I’ve just been tortured by these thoughts of you and needed you to know how I feel.”
“Look at me.” 
Your eyes shot up to his. Impossibly blue behind his glasses. His mouth wavered in what seemed to be a hidden smile. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, as if to loosen it. 
“I have half a mind to tell you to get out.” He rose from his chair, flattening his palms against the oak desk beneath him. Mouth parted, lashes fluttering. “But perhaps…” He trailed off, considering his next words. 
“Sir?”
His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. “Maybe I could help…uh, help you fix this problem you’re having.” God, he was burning up. He felt ridiculous, saying such lines, but at the same time, it was exhilarating. 
“Oh, would you? I promise, once you do, I won’t ever seek you out again. I just need some sort of relief. I think I’m going crazy.” 
Might as well commit to the bit, right?
So he patted his desk. “Come here.”
You padded across the rug, body tingling with excitement as you took a seat on the edge of his desk, facing him. He leaned back in his chair, bottom lip caged between his teeth as he appraised you. Your skirt rode up, and you spread your legs for a moment so he could see that you weren’t wearing anything underneath.
He sucked in a breath, and slowly, he rose to his feet, eyeing you up as if he was a wolf who’d just sunk his teeth into the innocent flesh of a lamb. “You dirty girl. You knew I’d give into you, didn’t you? Parading around, with nothing on underneath this skirt. A single gust of wind and everyone would be able to see.” A smirk played upon his mouth. “Is that what you want? For everyone to see how desperate you are for your professor?”
You squirmed beneath the heaviness of his stare. “No, I…I only want you to see.” And then, “Sometimes I don’t wear any panties in class, because I hope you’ll look down and see.”
His fingers idly slid up your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “And what if I told you I have seen? I’ll catch glimpses when you cross your legs. I should’ve known you were doing it on purpose. So eager to get my attention…” 
Higher and higher his fingers went, while further and further your legs parted. “You have no idea what it does to me, seeing your sweet little pussy on display like that. I’ll admit that I’ve had to excuse myself at the end of class to take care of things.”
He ducked forward, glancing at your lips. He was so close, you could feel the heat of his body, and smell the woodsy scent of his cologne. 
“S-sir?” Innocently asking for clarification, though you knew what he meant.
Gently, he grasped your wrist and brought your hand down to his crotch, where he pressed your palm against the hardness that resided there. “Feel that? You’ve made me so hard, angel. It’s why I have to lock myself in my office after class. So when you tell me that you touch yourself to the thought of me…I’ve done the same when thinking of you.”
Which, was not an entirely fabricated statement. You were cheeky, at times, always wanting to keep things exciting between the two of you. On more than one occasion, you had slipped quite a few lewd Polaroid photos of yourself into his lunchbox. He’d learned to take his lunch in the privacy of his office so he could fully admire the pictures without anyone happening upon something that was meant for his eyes only.
He rutted against your hand, and you whined softly. “I want you so badly, Professor Mears. Please, I just want to know what it feels like when you make love to me.”
“You will,” came his reassurance. “But first, I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
He stepped back, and the absence of his warmth made you shiver. You watched, already thrumming with need, as he took a seat in his chair, spreading his thighs. The golden hour sunlight cast its heavenly glow upon him, glittering in the sprinkle of premature grays that had begun to appear throughout his chestnut locks, like the intricate web of a spider. 
Those grays held a story, and had begun appearing after you left the Lot a decade ago. Evidence of what he’d been through, and how it had aged him. 
You couldn’t help the swell of pride, though, that warmed your chest whenever you looked at them. You’d both come so far. Now here you were, engaging in a silly little role play in your cozy home, because you could. Because you were safe and in love and the horrors were behind you now. 
It made you smile as you pushed yourself away from his desk, and his brows furrowed in slight confusion. You surged forward, grabbing him by the collar and tugging him toward you for a kiss, which he happily reciprocated, albeit with curiosity. 
“What was that for?” He could tell you’d broken character, just by the way your body language had shifted. 
“Sorry to break character, I just love you so much and I’m really enjoying this so far,” you said with a sheepish glance cast toward him. 
His large, warm hand slid lovingly along your forearm. “I love you too, sweetheart. I’m having a great time, too.” 
Another kiss before you finally pulled away, giggling slightly as you shook your head. “Okay, okay. Back to what we were doing!”
He cleared his throat, snapping out of his lovesick daze. “Yes, yes, of course.”
You took a deep breath and melted back into your college student persona, with Ben watching in awe as you did so. 
“What would you like me to do, sir?” Hands clasped in front of you. Eyes downcast. 
He breathed in deeply. When he spoke, his voice took on a low tone. He patted his thigh and said, “Come kneel for me.”
Obediently, you lowered yourself to your knees, and you didn’t miss the way his mouth parted in surprise as you crawled the rest of the way to him. Only a few feet, but nonetheless it made his breath hitch in his chest. 
And there you knelt, your hands resting atop your thighs, looking at him expectantly. It took a moment for his mouth to catch up to his brain. 
“Good girl,” he managed. Then he leaned forward, beckoning you closer. “Think you can undo my belt yourself, or do you need my help?”
“I can do it.” Eagerly, you reached out, unbuckling his leather belt. You made quick work of the button on his pants, followed by the zipper. God, you were almost salivating at the thought of having him in your mouth. 
Ben lifted his hips slightly and let you tug his pants and underwear down. You wasted no time in yanking them completely down his legs and discarding them somewhere on the floor, to give yourself as much room as possible. 
When you looked up again, there it was. His hard cock, heavy and already leaking, flushed tip sticky with arousal. He wrapped his thick fingers around the shaft, adorned with intricate veins, framed by a gathering of dark hair at the base. 
The head was swollen, and its pink shade reminded you so much of his sweet, small mouth that you so badly wanted to kiss. But you’d have to pull away from him to do that. Instead, you bring him to your lips, kissing gently, softly, tongue darting out to taste his salty musk. 
Letting your eyes flutter shut, you took his cock in your palm and nuzzled against it, silky softness brushing against your skin. His wetness streaked across your cheek, over your lips, delightfully slick. 
Ben watched you, his hands now gripping the wooden handles of his chair. He couldn’t think of anything to say because his brain was white noise. How beautiful you looked, practically worshiping him, like this.  
Soft kisses left against the pulsing shaft, down to the base of him, over the heavy weight of his balls. If you weren’t careful, you’d lose yourself, and entirely drop the role play you’d so carefully planned out. 
“Your cock is so pretty, sir,” you confessed, open-mouthed against him. 
He grunted softly, once again wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. “You think so?” Fingers stroking lightly against your cheek before he nudged his hips forward. “Go ahead, suck it.”
There was the slightest commanding tone to his voice, and it sent a pulse of burning desire between your thighs. He certainly didn’t have to tell you twice. 
You lifted your head and swirled your tongue around his tip once more, before you closed your lips around him, humming in delight. 
Instinctively, his hand settled at the back of your head, guiding, but not pushing, as you take him deeper inside your mouth, lips stretching. “Oh, oh fuck me,” he hissed, hips shifting, fighting so hard not to abruptly thrust upward and catch you off guard. “Thats…that’s good. So good.”
Pleased, you let out a hum, which vibrated deliciously around him and made him shudder. He watched in amazement as you went further down, tongue swirling against his thickness, saliva dripping down to his balls. 
You pulled off him to catch your breath, your mouth wet with drool. “Am I doing a good job, Professor Mears?”
Good lord, you’d be the death of him. “Yes. Yes, honey. You’re doing excellent.”
With a satisfied smile, you dove back in, this time pressing your tongue to the underside of his tip, right against his frenulum. He gasped, head lolling back, Adam’s apple bobbing. 
As your hand worked the rest of him that wasn’t in your mouth, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. You knew how sensitive he was there, right at the tip. How it made him feel like a goddamn live wire, crackling with electricity. 
“C-christ!” He cursed, knuckles white against the arms of the chair. His hips thrust forward, and you caught the rest of him in your mouth. 
In a moment of intensity, he lost control and slid to the back of your throat without warning. You gagged around him, drooling even more. You heard him swear, and in an instant, he pulled you off him. “Sorry, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to catch you by surprise,” he breathlessly apologized, “you okay?”
You couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, I’m fine,” you assured him, squeezing his thigh. You emphasized your point by leaving a kiss against his cock. 
Breathing slightly labored, his eyes narrowed before he suddenly pulled you upright. He was laying you across his desk in one fluid movement, rising to stand over you. 
“As much as I love your mouth, I’m interested to know what your sweet pussy feels like,” came his murmur, as he hovered over you. 
You let your legs fall open, and he looked down, breath hitching in his chest at the sight of you, already glistening with the evidence of your desire. He wanted nothing more than to sink into you, but first, he needed to make sure there was adequate space on the desk. 
He pulled back to move his typewriter aside, and he pushed anything else out of the way, so you could fully spread out comfortably. Then, he swiftly pulled his shirt over his head, his hair ruffling. He shoved a hand through tousled locks before he was back between your open legs. 
“Let’s get you naked, honey. Let me see this beautiful body of yours.” Careful hands unbuttoned your top. He was tempted to yank it open and send the buttons flying, but thought better of it when he pictured you having to sew each individual button back on. 
The blouse was soon discarded, sliding off the desk and onto the floor below. Your skirt, however, remained in place, but Ben shoved it up over your hips to give him full access to what awaited between them. 
Meanwhile, you were entirely distracted, gazing longingly at his cock, bobbing heavily as he moved. It was going to fill you so nicely. Your cunt pulsed in anticipation. 
“Pretty little thing,” Ben cooed, palms soothing over your inner thighs. “The thought of getting fucked by your professor has you so wet, doesn’t it?” 
You shivered. “Yes. God, yes.”
Wandering fingers tenderly parted your folds, and warmth blossomed in your lower belly at the feeling of his touch. 
He gripped his cock. “You want this?” Knowing glint in his eyes. 
“Please!”
“Say it.”
“I-I want you to fuck me.”
With the raise of a brow, he tilted your chin up. “No. I want you to admit it. What do you want? Who do you want?”
You felt as if you were going to melt under the heat of his gaze. Suddenly this silly little role play felt so real. As if you were actually his student who’d spent the entire semester lusting after him, and were now going to get what you’d been hoping for. 
You squeezed your eyes shut as your next words left your mouth. “I want my professor’s cock.”
Your heart rate quickened. The temperature of the room seemed to rise fifty degrees. You couldn’t look at him. It was too much. Too intense. Too—
“Hey.” Comforting hands holding your face. Coaxing your eyes open. Asking you to look at him. When you looked into that shocking blue, you began to relax. “You still with me, sweetheart?” Tone gentle. Even. 
You managed a smile and a nod. “Yes. Keep going, please.”
A sweet kiss to your lips before he dropped his hands and melted right back into character.
“I’ll give it to you. But if we do this, I think we both know it's not just going to be a one-time thing. You’re going to come to my class day in and day out, wearing your short little skirts, flashing your naked pussy at me. And you’re going to end up bent over my desk again and again, begging for more. So that bears the question: are you sure this is what you want?”
“I’m sure. I’ve never wanted anything so badly. I just want to know what your cock feels like inside me.” 
The way you looked at him, eyes wide and pleading, had his head spinning. “And you’ll get it.” He was surging forward to kiss you then, mouth hot and open against yours, the lingering taste of his own cock meeting his tongue as it delved into your mouth. 
His fingers were back between your thighs again, trailing through honeyed slickness, smearing it over your tender flesh. When the pads of his fingers swirled over your sensitive little gathering of nerve endings, you gasped sharply against his lips. 
Then he was dipping his middle finger inside you, deeper and deeper, until he was brushing against the spot that made your toes curl. He couldn’t help but smile at your reaction. A choked moan and a jolt of your hips. When he added a second finger, your eyes blurred with tears and your head fell back.
They slotted inside you so nicely, and he knew exactly how much pressure to apply. He had your body memorized. He couldn’t pretend like he didn’t, not even for this scene. It was engrained in him as deeply and intrinsically as his own DNA. 
He could feel you growing wetter by the minute, soaking his digits, and his cock twitched. God, he couldn’t wait to be inside you. It didn’t matter how many times he fucked you. Nor did it matter that he’d only just had you the night before. It never changed how it felt when he first slid inside you. The sensation of your anatomy stretching around him, inviting him inside, was indescribable. 
He knew he couldn’t wait another minute. So he withdrew his hand from you, soothing your whine of protest as he wrapped his slick hand around his cock, using your arousal as lubricant. Then he aligned himself with you, and your legs fell open further, granting him full access.
“I want you to say, ‘Please fuck me, Professor Mears.’”
His expression had darkened slightly. As the sun sank below the horizon, stealing the golden light away, a shadow fell upon his face. With his brow set hard, and his eyes narrow, it seemed as if he was about to devour you whole. And you would let him.
“Please fuck me, Professor Mears,” you heard yourself obediently speak, tone soft and sweet. 
“Mm, so well-mannered,” he hummed. The plush head of his cock caught against your opening. With his free hand, he held your face, urging you to look at him. “I bet you’d do anything I asked of you, just to have this inside you.”
“Anything,” you admitted.
“Later on we’ll have to test that theory out.” His voice was wrecked. He simply couldn’t draw this out any longer. So he took hold of your hips, keeping you steady as he thrust forward. Slowly at first, because he wanted to relish in the feeling. 
You squeaked slightly, one hand clamping over your mouth, the other moving to grasp the edge of the desk. The way he filled you was otherworldly. The initial stretch resulted in a strangely comforting, pinchy ache that soon gave way to complete and utter satisfaction. He was not lacking by any means; satisfying and thick, but not so much so that it hurt. You wished you had the words to describe how it felt, but nothing could come close. All you knew was that having him seated so deeply within you made your heart sing.
His voice was in your ear then, swirling through your head like hazy smoke from the pipes he liked to puff on after dinner each night. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me how good it feels.” That was Ben, always wanting your verbal praise, eager to please and make you feel the most pleasure possible.
“So good, sir. Oh, you feel incredible.” You were surprised you had it in yourself to even speak. You weren’t lying, either. The way he angled his hips and filled you so nicely made you feel this all-encompassing bliss, that was almost like being bathed in sunlight and glitter.
Grunting softly, mouth open, he let his forehead rest against your own. But his gaze was focused on the place where your bodies met. The way your pretty cunt swallowed every inch of him. “We…we shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered, the idea of this moment being risky and taboo sending a delicious surge of arousal though him. “I could lose my job, if anyone found out about this.”
“I-I know,” you peeped, eyes screwed shut, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he began to move. Slowly at first, finding his rhythm.
His hand was holding your jaw again, mouth against yours as he spoke. “Can you imagine what they’d say, if they walked in and saw me balls deep in one of my students?”
You tried to reply, but your voice died in your throat as he offered a particularly deep thrust that punched the breath right out of your lungs. Your back arched off the desk, and you trembled, feeling like a rope that had just been pulled taut.
But he continued anyway, words pouring from his tongue and caressing your skin like velvet. “They’d say I couldn’t control myself. And they’d be right.” A low groan rumbled in his chest. “Your sweet little pussy feels so good that I just can’t help myself.”
You clenched around him, and he could feel you dripping, slick trailing down his shaft. He knew the effect his dirty talk had on you, he could see it in the way your eyes had gone unfocused and your mouth was hanging open. 
He spoke again, which was no surprise, because he always found that when he was inside you, he was more prone to rambling. He couldn’t help himself. That brain of his was always working, even when he was enveloped in a warm, wet pussy. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want them to see. Want them to know what a dirty slut you are for your professor.”
“Ye-yes! Yes!” You cried out, barely coherent. Goodness gracious, he was hitting it so deep, and he hadn’t even picked up the pace yet. How were you already losing your ability to speak?
“Say it.” Punctuated by the heavy drag of his cock against your sensitive walls.
“I’m a slut for my professor.” You could barely utter the words, they sounded so ridiculously sinful on your own tongue. 
His hips stuttered and he lurched forward, hands pressed against the desk to steady himself. Forehead pressed against yours, he fought to keep his composure. How could he be expected to keep it together when he had you like this? So pliant and willing to do anything he asked of you. 
After taking a moment to steady himself, he tilted his face and kissed you deeply, hand coming up to the back of your head while the other fell to hold your hip. 
You whimpered, gripping at his shoulders, fingers pressing into muscled flesh. Ben hissed lowly, setting a deliberate pace that sent you writhing against the desk. Heavy rolls of his hips, deeper and deeper, so you could feel every single inch of him, dragging against that sensitive, spongy spot within you. 
The room soon filled with the harsh sounds of skin against skin, followed by the obscene squelch of your wetness. Surely you were dripping onto the surface below you, but neither of you could be bothered to care, not when pleasure was beginning to cloud your senses and primal need took over. 
“Look at yourself.” He guided you to look down at the place where he disappeared inside you. Stretched to capacity around his cock. The sight had your eyes rolling back. 
You mewled pathetically, abdomen tensing as he offered a particularly jarring thrust that sent you gushing around him. Ben gasped sharply and brought a hand between your legs, the pads of each digit pressed into your puffy, aching, clit. 
A spark had been ignited within you, fizzling and popping, spreading through your veins. Soon, it would turn into a wildfire, consuming you whole. Burning hotter and brighter with each pulse if his hips against yours. 
“Oh, oh my god, sir, I—” Words left your mouth involuntarily. Breathless, unsure of what you were trying to even say. Mind cloudy. Swirling. Whirling. Spinning out of control. 
Your lungs filled with oxygen as you took in harsh, labored breaths. He was knocking the wind out of you. Taking you apart piece by piece. 
Your body undulated beneath him, muscles in your thighs shivering like leaves in the autumn wind. Oh, you were already close. You could feel it. Building in the very core of your being, like an energy field thrumming in the center of the earth. 
Mouth open. When did Ben’s find yours again? You had no recollection, but there he was, kissing you lewdly. Tongue sliding past parted lips. The sound of your moans and whimpers mingling with his own. 
His fingers still working against your most sensitive parts, cock pistoning in and out of you relentlessly. You were going to float straight up to the ceiling, it seemed. Perhaps you might even go past it, up into the clouds, and into outer space. With the way you saw stars behind your eyes when you squeezed them shut, it felt like you were already there. 
Right there, right there, right there. Just like that. Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop, don’t ever stop. 
Then his face was in your line of sight, his brow furrowed, mouth parted, hair falling into his eyes. Veins creased in his forehead, and he trembled from the intensity, mouth curled in an almost snarl. “I-I can feel you squeezing me, honey. You’re dripping. Just…gah, just let go, come for me. Come all over your professor’s cock.”
His words sent you plummeting over the edge. It hit you hard and fast, engulfing you, consuming you, devouring you. You heard yourself cry out his name, but it sounded disembodied, as if you were far away from yourself. 
Pulsing, trembling, muscles taut as the delicious pleasure washed over you. You buried your face against his shoulder and let yourself be as loud as you needed. There was no one around for miles. No one to hear you sob your lover’s name as he fucked you through your orgasm. 
As the molten bliss surged through you from head to toe, it seemed to last an eternity, but at the same time you were coming down from it quickly. Head clearing. Eyes refocusing. Ringing in your ears fading away. 
And there was Ben, fighting to stave off the inevitable, to keep himself together because he wanted to admire you as you came down from the throes of ecstasy. Letting out a choked, breathless moan, he fell forward, hand coming out to catch himself, braced against the desk. 
He was thoroughly surprised he’d managed to keep it together while you fell apart, spasming around his cock, evidence of your release dripping down the shaft. 
He found his voice after a moment, nuzzling his nose against yours as he spoke. “So good. Did so good for me,” came his praise. He didn’t miss the delighted smile that warmed your face. 
“Felt really good,” you said with a giggle, kissing the corner of his mouth. 
You involuntarily tightened around him as you laughed, and it pulled a grunt from his throat. “Honey, I…”
You wrapped your legs around his waist. “I know. Keep going, please. I can take it, Professor Mears.”
His lashes fluttered, eyes going unfocused for a moment. “Fuck, okay. I’ll give it to you, all of it.” 
Another desperate kiss to your mouth before he gripped your hips in his strong hands, holding you exactly where he wanted you, grip firm as he began moving again. 
What followed could only be described as using you for his own pleasure. Deep, deliberate thrusts into your slick, sensitive pussy. With each press forward, you could feel his pubic bone brush against your swollen clit, coarse hair only heightening the stimulation. 
Everything was so heightened. Overwhelming, almost. But you wanted nothing more than to feel him spill inside you, and you weren’t about to tell him to stop. So you held on for dead life, tears streaming down your cheeks as he fucked you into into the desk. 
He was losing himself. If you weren’t so delirious, you might’ve taken time to admire him. Silvery curls falling into his face. Forehead glimmering with perspiration. Jaw hard set. 
Then he was burying his face against your neck, rutting into you still, rambling about how good you felt. “Feel so fuckin’ good. You’re so wet, oh Christ your pussy feels incredible, honey. Oh, I’m so close. So—ah!—close!”
Somewhere along the way you found the wherewithal to meet his frenzied thrusts, pushing up into him, chasing the heat that had begun to spread throughout your body again, duller this time, yet somehow still so intense. 
“Wh-where so you want me to come?” Voice pinched, barely able to force the words out of his mouth. “Please honey, I’m…I need to…” Nearly sobbing. 
Throwing your head back, you let out a soft cry. “Oh! Please, please come inside me, sir!”
You knew he was so close. Could feel it in the way his cock pulsed inside you, swelling slightly from the intensity of his own desire. 
You forced yourself to open your eyes, and your gaze locked with his. His lashes fluttered. Tears gathered in his waterline. “Please, I wa-wanna be full of your cum, Mr. Mears.” 
That was his undoing. 
“Oh that’s it, that’s it.” Shaft pumping inside you, hips pressed tightly to yours so he could give you all of it. Your eyes fluttered shut and a drunk smile tugged across your mouth as you relished in the heat of his release spreading inside your fluttering cunt. 
Sated. Whole. Complete. 
“Thank you, professor,” you slurred.
His body fell lax against yours, chest heaving, head still spinning from the rush of euphoria he had just experienced. He could feel the warmth of his cum beginning to spill around the edges of his softening cock, dripping out of you. Gravity at work. 
Lifting his head, he gave you a sheepish smile, his cheeks pink. “Jeez. That was incredible, honey.” And then, a sweet kiss to your lips. “You feeling alright?”
Mirroring his elation, you nodded, arms sliding around his neck. “Oh I feel wonderful.” Another kiss. “That was even more fun than I thought it would be. We definitely need to do that again.”
Still red in the face, Ben hummed, eyes downcast. “I, uh, I’m slightly ashamed to say what hearing you call me professor did to me.”
You began toying with his soft curls. “No shame here, Benny. You know what happens between us stays between us.”
“I know.” He nuzzled his nose against yours. “I’m glad we started exploring these fantasies. Scratches an itch I didn’t realize I had.”
“Me too,” you wholeheartedly agreed. You couldn’t wait to begin exploring other scenarios to roleplay. Until then, you were much too spent to even consider drawing out your escapades. You had a feeling you would be struggling to walk once you got down off his desk. 
Ben’s hands coming up to cup your face pulled your thoughts back to him. “I love you, sweetheart. You’re so good to me.”
“I love you too.” A moment of tenderness while basking in the afterglow.
But all too soon, it was time to get cleaned up. Gently, tenderly, he eased himself out of you, lashes fluttering as he admired the way a milky white trail of his seed followed. 
“Let’s go get cleaned up, alright?” He had to snap out of it, otherwise he’d be asking for round two, and he knew you both needed some recovery time. 
Arm around your waist, he guided you out of the office and to the hallway bathroom. There, you shared the intimate act of cleaning each other up. A display of reverence to the other’s body, a display of gratitude for the pleasure experienced. 
You decided to take a bath together after the fact, and it wasn’t long before you were both enveloped in the comfortably hot water, naked bodies pressed together as you enjoyed a moment of non-sexual closeness. 
“You’re too good to me, my lovely. Thanks for entertaining my little fantasies,” Ben spoke, tone low and smooth, lips pressed against your bare shoulder. 
You leaned back, searching for his lips, pressing yours to them before you replied. “You know I’m more than happy to,” you assured him. 
It felt so good to enjoy this moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. After all you had been through, you were finally living the sweet, slow life you’d always wanted to live together. Exploring fantasies. Enjoying one another’s company. Laughing and talking and deepening your bond. 
Oh, how at peace you were. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 
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viky-somebody · 1 month ago
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joe rogan starts a minecraft server Republican SMP. invites ben shapiro, trump and andrew tate (who plays in ten minutes intervals speedrunning the game inbetween his prison sentences). at one point they invite jschlatt as a guest feature. he roleplays having an abortion and is then subsequently banned forever
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positivelybeastly · 9 months ago
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ROLEPLAY HISTORY!
The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!
CURRENT MUSE:
Hank McCoy / Beast [Earth 616/295/etc]
Alex Summers / Havok [Discord]
Ben Grimm / The Thing [Discord]
Count Luchino Nefaria [Discord]
WANT TO WRITE
Isaac Christians / Gargoyle [Marvel Earth 616]
Worf, son of Mogh [Star Trek: TNG/DS9/Picard]
Kotal Kahn [Mortal Kombat X/11]
HAVE WRITTEN:
Various OCs
WOULD WRITE AGAIN:
Not too applicable at present, too busy. :P But there aren't many muses I've been soured on, just ones I've lost interest in or who don't have an applicable writing partner to write with.
Tagged by: @overclocks Tagging: you, friend! If you're so inclined.
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redshift-ao3 · 5 months ago
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First lines game
Tagged by @nadsdraws !
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway. From a winning hand [T], written for the Even Keel Steddyhands zine, 1.5k:
"Have you ever played cribbage?" Ed asks, when Stede settles down into his armchair and sets the brandy on the table between them.
From cursed [T], a pre-Steddyhands, playful Izzy fic written for the Canyon Writers' Workshop zine, 1.6k:
"Ed, I have something terrible to tell you."
From inside out [E], a t4t sub!Ed Blackhands PWP written for Our Flag Means Gifts 2023, 8k:
"You've been a proper twat recently," Izzy says, from his armchair.
From in a house by the sea [T], an Izzy-focused gen-to-pre-Steddyhands fic about grief, written for the Canyon Writers' Workshop Exchange 2023 (I swear I write fics not for zines or exchanges! sometimes!) 5k:
“How’re you doing, boss?”
From frivolous [T], silly Stizzy roleplay written for the Izzy Hands Festive Fix-It Fest, 1.5k:
"This is fucking ridiculous," Izzy says. He plucks at the fabric swathed over his legs with distaste, pulling the skirts into disarray. "Just so you know."
From cadenza [M], gen(ish), Izzy's torture at Ned Low's hands takes a different turn, 3k:
"What would be most humiliating for you, I wonder?" Low asks. He touches a finger to Izzy's chest, stroking over the collar of his waistcoat. 
From all falls away [E], Edizzy vampire sex 😈 2.7k:
"Shh." The fingers on Izzy's neck are gentle, almost soothing, like the cadence of Ed's low, quiet voice. There's something Izzy should be doing now, he's pretty sure, but it's hard to remember with the hush of Ed's voice in his ears. 
From this bridge we built won't last [E], Edizzy sad dubious dream sex, 3k:
The dream starts with the door swinging open. It usually does, though Izzy hasn't had this dream in a while, and the Ed who slides into his room this time looks more like the one Izzy sees trailing after Bonnet up on deck than the one who usually turns up in Izzy's dreams.
From opening [M], Ouizzy! 2.3k:
There's a box in Frenchie's head next to the box where he puts all the bad stuff. 
From the rock on which all else stands [T], Ed-centric gravy basket introspection, 2k:
"I'll take you to my thinking spot," Ben says.
Phew! It's interesting looking at these: I start in the middle of scenes pretty often, huh? Drop you right on in there. Thanks for the tag, nads! Tagging in @ewelinakl, @sweveris, @multishipperpirateking, @vexbatch, @bimbobrock, @thedarkcaustic, @boppinrobin if you wanna play 👀
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sistersorrow · 11 months ago
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Due to nearly daily power outages and dropping out of college, I've had a lot more free time this year, so I decided I'd read more this year, and here's a list of the things I read either partly or to completion (I'm including ttrpg sourcebooks, comics, and fanfics cause I feel like it)
Jerusalem by Alan Moore
The Fifth Science by Exurb1a
Horus Rising by Dan Abnett
False Gods by Graham McNeill
Galaxy in Flames by Ben Counter
Flight of the Eisenstein by James Swallow
Descent of Angels by Mitchel Scanlon
The Men Who Stare at Goats by Jon Ronson
The Psychopath Test by Jon Ronson
Lost at Sea by Jon Ronson
The Rise of Kyoshi by F.C Yee
The Shadow of Kyoshi by F.C Yee
The Dawn of Yangchen by F.C Yee
The Legacy of Yangchn by F.C Yee
A Study in Emerald by Neil Gaiman
Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman
Dreadnought by April Daniels
Sovereign by April Daniels
The Emerald Tablets of Thoth the Atlantean
The Corpus Hermeticum
RWBY: Scars by Doneesses
The Silmarillion by JRR Tolkien
The Prague Cemetery by Eco Umber
Hyperbole and a Half by Allie Brosh
The Bible Repairman by Tim Powers
Soonish: Ten Emerging Technologies That'll Improve and/or Ruin Everything by Kelly and Zach Weinersmith
The Gods of Pegana by Lord Dunsany
Time and the Gods by Lord Dunsany
Welcome to the NHK by Tasuhiko Takimoto
What If? by Randall Munroe
TTRPGs I read books for:
Eclipse Phase
Exalted (2e and 3e)
Lancer
Nobilis (2e and 3e)
Numenera
Ponyfinder
Unknown Armies (1e, 2e, and 3e)
World of Darkness (Old and Chronicles)
Continuum, Roleplaying in the Yet
Broken Worlds
Comics and Manga I read this year:
A Study Emerald by Rafael Scavone, Rafael Albuquerque, and Dave Stewart
Alters by Paul Jenkins and Leila Leiz
All the Last Airbender and Legend of Korra comics
Black Hole by Charles Burns
Giant Days by John Allison, Lissa Treiman, Max Sarin, and Julia Madrigal
The Unbelievable Gwenpool by Christopher Hastings, Gurihiru, Danilo Beyruth, Iren Strychalski, Myisha Haynes, and Alti Firmansyah
Gwenpool Strikes Back by Leah Williams and David Baldeon
I Hate Fairyland by Skottie Young
Irredeemable by Mark Waid, Peter Krause, Diego Barreto, and Eduardo Barreto
Jem and the Holograms by Kelly Thompson, Sophie Campbell, Emma Vieceli, and Corin Howell
Judas by Jeff Loveness and Jakub Rebelka
Kill 6 Billion Demons by Tom Bloom
Monstress by Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda
Saga by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples
The Woods by James Tynion V and Michael Dialynas
The Wicked + The Divine by Kieron Gillen and Jaime McKelvie
Batman: Whatever Happened to the Craped Crusader by Neil Gaiman and Andy Kubert
Cheer Up! Love and Pompoms by Crystal Fraiser and Val Wise
Okko by Hub
Chainsaw Man by Tatsuki Fujimoto
Goodbye, Eri by Tatsuki Fujimoto
Inside Mari Shuzo Oshimi
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totallynotqueer · 2 years ago
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Why do I have to be in long dead fandoms I want to roleplay Ben ten where they’re in their 20’s 💀 I hate being autistic. I also only roleplay on Quotev 💀 my masterful oc is going TO WASTE
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destiny-in-the-universe · 5 months ago
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I feel I should reiterate that the new crossover blog can also just have asks! You don’t need to make a blog for it- unless you’re wanting to get asks and be part of the project!
That’s all!
Enjoy the rest of your day, loves.
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eyes-blazing · 10 months ago
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Ayden “Phoenix” Lynch
Ayden Roleplays
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Face Claim: Luca Hollestelle
Age: 18
Birthday: July 17th
Orientation: Straight
Height: 5 Foot 6 Inches
Eye Color: Green
Species: Phoenix
Main Verse: N/A
Ayden was born in Chicago to a loving mother and father. She was born into cooking, her father owned a resturant and she spent her days there watching him cook. She was made a big sister when she was five and she loved her brother, loved teaching him all the things her father taught her.
She was ten when it happend, when it all came crashing down.
When the men came to her fathers resturant and killed them. Her father, mother, and brother. They hadn't found her, she had hidden when her father told her to.
She was an orphan and sent into the foster care system. The police seemed to think it was just random gang violence, another crime to go unsolved. But Ayden knew better. She knew the truth.
He father knew the men who had come in. Her father knew who killed them.
She lasted two years in the system before running away with a friend, they joined a mob family. She had seen enough horror to become good at what they wanted.
A killer.
A torture.
An Assassin.
She would use every inch of her skills to find out who had really murdered her family. And she would make them pay in blood for what they took.
(Mun Note: Connected Parties are Raven And Ben.)
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itsherotimeten · 1 year ago
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[Incoming Transmission]
"Hi! Name's Ben, Ben Tennyson!"
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((This is an independent roleplay blog for the titular character from Ben 10. Here are some ground rules for interaction.))
((No ships or NSFW content. The mun isn't interested in shipping his character right now.))
((No pre-established relationships outside of Ben's canon friends and family. I prefer to develop a dynamic organically.))
((Crossover and OC friendly! Just explain your OC's background for me, or in the case of a crossover with a series the mun hasn't seen, please explain the universe and character you're playing.))
((The mun is willing to play Ben at any point in the series after he gets the Omnitrix. That means Ben at ten years old, eleven years old, fifteen years old, and sixteen years old. The mun is also willing to play the future versions of Ben 10,000 occasionally.))
((The mun would prefer not to roleplay situations where Ben does not have the Omnitrix.))
[[Resume Transmission]]
"-and that's how I became a world famous superhero. Wait I think the signal's going funky again..."
[End Transmission]]
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hereto-vibe · 4 years ago
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Looking to RP
Hey, I’m just here looking for 1 on 1 literate role-plays. My big fandoms (and muses within them) are Ben 10 (I rp Kevin and Albedo) ATLA (Zuko) Tangled: The Series (Varian) YJ (Wally) JLU (Flash) LoZ (Botw!Link) Big Hero Six (Tadashi) Hamilton (George Washington)
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spudmizer12 · 2 years ago
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The Missing Chapters (It Roleplaying Discord)
Synopsis: The Missing Chapters is an It roleplaying that tells the untold tales about the events that happen before, during, and after the events of It Chapter One.
Main Pairings
1. Polylosers: Bill Denbrough/Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris/Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh/Mike Hanlon
Roleplay Characters
Note: If you are interested in roleplaying any of these characters, please message me on Discord (Discord Link: https://discord.gg/H6TXNhk6eC) or my Gmail (Gmail: [email protected]). Tell me which characters you would like to play and at minimum, write a paragraph about why you would like to play that character. This will help with the vetting process.
The Losers Club
1. Bill Denbrough
2. Eddie Kaspbrak
3. Richie Tozier
4. Stanley Uris
5. Ben Hanscom
6. Beverly Marsh
7. Mike Hanlon
Notes
1. This story will be the book canon with pieces of the miniseries and the movies sprinkled into the story where they make the most sense.
2. The losers club will be their book ages (eleven and ten years old) at the beginning of the story. So please, keep it as non-explicit (No underage sex) as you can. As the characters are aging up, increasingly explicit things will be allowed. However, if you have something explicit you would like to add please feel free to DM me and we can discuss it.
3. The most important rule: Please be respectful to one another and have fun.
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glassbxttless · 3 years ago
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After ages, I’ve decided to finally put something out for you all to read 🤍 I couldn’t find a list that I liked in it’s entirety, so I combined some of my favorite prompts/kinks from a few different ones to create this! Here’s a list to enjoy the many writings I attempted for the month of October!
Notes: There are some prompts I have to catch up on and will be posting and updating the list throughout the next few months as well! But I tried to participate!
All of this content is 18+ and nsfw
Kinktober Word Count: 21,605+
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Day One (Agoraphilia): Cider and Apple Donuts (Ronnie Peterson)
Day Two (Against a Wall): Jaws (Charlie Barber)
Day Three (Threesome): Un Dizzina di Rose Rosse (Maurizio Gucci & Giovanni Moretti) *title translation: “a dozen red roses”*
Day Four (Cum-Eating): Marlboro (Flip Zimmerman)
Day Five (Masturbation): One Squeaky Chair (Jason Roberts)
Day Six (Lingerie): Pink Satin (Finn Reynolds)
Day Seven (Pictophilia): Sweet Dreams are Made of This (Rick Smolan)
Day Eight (Roleplay): Lusamine (Matt Solo)
Day Nine (Dry Humping): Fright Night (Paul Sevier)
Day Ten (Double Vaginal Penetration): Baked in the Sun (Adam Sackler)
Day Eleven (Maiesiophilia): Home Birth (Phillip Altman)
Day Twelve (DILF): 6 Week Wait (Blaise Johnson)
Day Thirteen (Hickey/Bite Marks): Nightgown (William McTavish)
Day Fourteen (Temperature Play): — (Patrick Pennyham)
Day Fifteen (Narratophilia): Bad Mouth (Allan)
Day Sixteen (Gun Play): Sober (Henry McHenry)
Day Seventeen (Pool/Sea Sex): Single Saturday Night (Fenster)
Day Eighteen (Blood Play): Cherry Red (Randy Solo)
Day Nineteen (Distracted Sex): — (Zachary Adams)
Day Twenty (Loyalty Kink): — (Daniel Jones)
Day Twenty-One (Envy Kink): — (Cameron Bissel)
Day Twenty-Two (Partialism): Thighs like Heaven (Adam)
Day Twenty-Three (Somnophilia): Moon Glow (Cris Colinsworth)
Day Twenty-Four (Barebacking): Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy. (Al Cody)
Day Twenty-Five (Breeding Kink): — (Clyde Logan)
Day Twenty-Six (Uniform Fetish): — (Jasper Novak)
Day Twenty-Seven (Voyeurism): — (Ben Solo)
Day Twenty-Eight (Lactation Kink): Tastes like Vanilla (Paterson)
Day Twenty-Nine (Homewrecker Kink): — (Toby Grisoni)
Day Thirty (Non-Con/Dub Con): — (Jude)
Day Thirty-One (Spanking): — (Wendall)
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