Dungeons and Dragons, but your character must be a self insert, and class is determined by your current abilities
Barbarian Must have a demonstrable temper, go off I guess Bard Must be able to play an instrument Cleric Must be involved in a religious organization Druid Must have demonstrable knowledge of, or passion for nature Fighter Must beat the DM in physical combat (hope your DM’s a wimp) Monk Must practice a martial art Paladin Must have a cause that one actively supports Ranger Must be able to fire a kind of ranged weapon accurately Rogue Must sneak up on the DM (Hard mode: steal their dice) Sorcerer Must have a powerful family heirloom Warlock Must work for a powerful entity (Corporations, The Government) Wizard Must have a College Degree or a 3.0 GPA
If you can’t be any of these you start as a commoner, and may become one of these classes when you finally satisfy these conditions.
“It’s kind of a dick move,” Harrington says, clomping through the trees and the leaves so loudly that Billy thinks he’s probably waking up half the town. “Making me come out here.”
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Billy is in college when he decides to film himself jerking off. Mostly because he posts himself half naked on instagram anyway… might as well take all of clothes off and show off what the good lord gave him. Right? Besides, he’s an alpha. Who wouldn’t want him?
After he starts, he becomes one of the most popular alphas on a site in a matter of weeks. It gets to the point that Billy worries about things being recognized in his apartment. He doesn’t leave anything lying around that could tell people where he’s from. He doesn’t show his face, thank god he never did to start with, and he doesn’t have any deeply distinguishing features. He does, however, wear a ring on his left hand.
A ring that he wears in real life. All the time.
A ring that Steve Harrington, omega and passive fan of HardAlpha69, recognizes when he rings up a handsome blond at the campus coffee shop. As he fixates on the ring, he realizes he’s watched the blond come all over himself dozens of times and here he is. Big, strong and staring right at him, repeating a name over and over. Oh wait. His name to write his coffee cup. Right. Billy.
Billy has no idea why the cute omega at the Bearcat Brew had stared at him like he had sixteen eyeballs, but now he can’t seem to quit noticing the guy everywhere. On the quad. In the gym. At the student union. Billy starts to wonder if he’s being followed but then he notices that the omega promptly turns and runs every time they meet eyes. Like he’s just as horrified.
So Billy corners him one day, in a small alley between two campus buildings, to figure out what the deal is; immediately, he realizes he’s made a huge mistake.
The omega is days away from his heat, the smell already thick on his skin and wafting up Billy’s nose like an invitation to mount and bite and fuck. He promptly turns tail and walks away because no way is he getting involved with an omega in heat. Heats are for couples. That shit leads to accidental bonding. Love. Marriage and all that jazz. The thought makes Billy shudder.
But when he goes home, he puts up a camera and he’s thinking of that omega when he comes three times.
Steve watches Billy pump out three, huge loads on camera and he whimpers into his mattress, remembering how Billy the alpha had smelled when he’d caught the scent of his heat. He’d smelled like desire.
When Steve goes into heat, he watches Billy’s recordings over and over, wishes he was being serviced by such a strong, virile alpha. Out of weakness, he leaves a comment on a video eluding to their confrontation in the alley. He’s not quite sure what he says, he’s delirious with lust.
Billy sees the comment and instantly knows who it is. The pretty omega from the alley. The barista from Bearcat Brew. He comments back out of impulse, saying, “you must not live nearby. i can’t smell you.”
Billy tells himself he said it to be a dick. He knows he said it because he wants to put his dick in that slick omega.
Steve comments back with a single word. “Washington.”
Billy smokes three packs of cigarettes and jerks off six times, off camera, to keep himself from charging across campus to Washington dorm and hunting down the omega his dick so desperately wants.
He pretends not to care when the comments berate the omega for trying to get Billy to service him. They call him names like: bitch, slut, whore. Billy doesn’t think any of those things about the omega. In fact, all he can think about when he jerks off is a big, beautiful pair of brown eyes and pretty, pink lips.
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Steve knows that the second he shows Billy the way to his room, he’s getting fucked. He can smell it, the arousal rolling off the alpha in droves. But he plays it cool, nods and smiles to a couple people as they pass, all the while Billy follows silently at his back. He can’t help but grin to himself with glee. As intimidating as the alpha was and as angry as he tried to appear, he was there. Wasn’t he? He was with him, looking to get laid.
That means something to Steve. He doesn’t admit it to himself but that hollow feeling in his chest is gone. Replaced with fluttering butterflies.
Billy is furious with himself. He can still feel the heat of his knot in his fist from hours ago and he knows that’s the only reason he’s here. He needs to know if it was a fluke or if there was something about this omega that’s got him tangled up. Steve. He’d heard the name, finally, from some kid that had waved hello as they passed. Billy had swallowed back a growl and dug his hands in his jean pockets to keep from pinning the kid to the wall and snarling in his face. His brain won’t stop screaming MINE at the top of its lungs and it’s driving him nuts.
Steve’s dorm is neat and a little small but that’s not really what Billy cares about. His eyes have scoped out the bed seconds in the door and he can tell Steve is aware. They’re both aware of why he’s there and what they’re about to do.
“Okay, so talk.” Steve opens bluntly and Billy hadn’t really prepared a speech so he simply walks into Steve’s space and lets a growl hum from his lips. The sound says submit and the omega’s scent floods the room. He’s slick and ready and wanting, but he steps away.
Steve is not a needy bitch. Never has been. Well, except for that one time he’d practically begged Billy to service him during his heat. But he’s not in heat now and his mind is clear…ish. Okay his mind is clear but his body is a traitor, slick already making him uncomfortably wet in his boxers.
Steve stands tall and looks Billy in the eye, which is easy to do since they’re about the same height, on even ground. “You said you wanted to talk.”
Billy feels his anger rising. Here he is, willing to give himself to an omega who’d wanted him days ago and now the guy pulls away. “You’ve fucked me up.” He hisses. Steve blinks and Billy wonders if he’s seen the knot video, wonders if he’s going to have to explain what he means in excruciating detail.
Steve wants to think that Billy is saying that he’d knotted for him but a fragile part of him refuses to believe that nonsense. “I’m sure the urge to knot an omega will pass.” He says evenly. “I’m sorry about what I said and I shouldn’t–”
Billy is tired of talking. He rushes the omega and shoves his face into the nape of his neck, scenting him and drinking in the sweet smell of his skin. There’s a moment where he’s sure Steve will run, will push him away, but then he doesn’t. He sighs and rolls his head to the side and Billy takes it as an invitation, licking up his column of his neck to just below his ear. Mouthing at the pulse in his throat, scratching the surface with his teeth.
Steve feels drunk. And stupid. But when Billy’s hands go to his fly, he knows he can’t just go along with it. He pushes the alpha’s hands away and steps back. “I’m not a toy.” He pants, cheeks flushed and hair an utter mess from Billy’s fingers. “I’m a person, with feelings.”
“Well, you’ve got me feeling things I don’t wanna feel.” Billy hurls back before he can stop himself and his cock leaps a little in agreement. He feels like a bonded male and he isn’t; he couldn’t be. He’s only ever sniffed at this omega and now suddenly he’s a swirling disaster. And giving off the same spicy, heady smell he’d stunk up his room with, when his knot had popped in his fist.
Steve knows what that smell is. It just takes him a minute to figure out how to talk when it hits him. “Wait…are you saying…” Steve swallows and shifts his weight, then points to the laptop sitting on his desk. “…that was…for me?”
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After the party, Steve is hungover and really not expecting anyone to show up on his doorstep. He’s certainly not expecting Billy Hargrove.
Steve can’t help but lean away, sliding back a step, knocking back against the counter with a little grunt. “[You] missed me?” Steve asks, more than a bit dubious.
“Yeah,” Billy says, stealing the space Steve just vacated by crowding back in again. “Without you to play with in basketball, how am I supposed to keep myself entertained? I’m bored, pretty boy. And you’re my favorite distraction.”
“Distraction,” Steve repeats with a scoff, a shudder rippling through him as Billy presses that much closer– and Steve places his hand on Billy’s chest, stops him, Billy’s eyes a bit wild and so blue when Steve meets his gaze again. “What the fuck are you talking about, Billy? You want me to entertain you?”
“Well, if you wouldn’t mind,” Billy says, grinning with all of his goddamn teeth.
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