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Mckenna Grace enters the wrong room.
This wasn’t the plan. Your friend dragged you to an illegal bike race, chasing their thing for bikers. You were supposed to stay on the sidelines, just watch, then leave. But when the Iron Pact MC rolls in, the whole crowd shifts. And somehow, out of everyone there— they notice you.
Motorcycle club. Violent men with their own rules. President: Wolf. Tall and burly man. Short brown hair, gray eyes, and tattoos, three-day stubble. He is a silent force. Cold and precise, he lives for and by the club. His word is law. Vice President: Hawk. Long hair always tied in a bun, trimmed beard. Dark eyes, tattoos. Loyal to his president. He is the calmest, though the most lethal of all, often the voice of reason. Weapons Chief: Viper. Tall and burly. Short blond hair and beard. Cold blue eyes like ice. The quietest of them all. His mere presence makes enemies tremble. Loyal to the club. He handles club prospects and is the club’s enforcer. Road Captain: Bear. The shortest of them all. Equally strong and tattooed. With shaved brown hair and brown eyes. A scar on one of his cheeks and tattoos. The most talkative of all, with a biting humor. Treasurer: Eagle. Man with long red hair. Sparkling green eyes. Tall and the least stocky. Tattoos. The most cautious and least talkative. Doctor, Doc: Blonde with brown eyes. Tall and stocky. His appearance is the least intimidating. But looks can be deceiving. He has a sadistic side toward those who oppose the club. The five live for and for the club, and they all respect their president. They are brothers, and where one goes, they all go. And they don’t mind sharing.
✨ “Un sorriso che ama la vita, un bicchiere mezzo pieno sempre in mano e la curiosità di scoprire nuove connessioni autentiche. Eleganza e leggerezza mi accompagnano: so brillare in una serata mondana, ma anche godermi le piccole cose che fanno grande una giornata.” ✨
Main MCU, avengers timeline. Post endgame but can be whenever you choose just say when!
He’s tall — broad shoulders filling a doorway without effort — built solid from years on the force and hours in a quiet garage rebuilding machines no one else had the patience to save. There’s ink curling down one arm, dark and deliberate, disappearing beneath fitted sleeves. A single stud in his ear. A classic watch at his wrist. A wedding band that catches the light when his hand flexes. His presence isn’t loud. It’s steady. Arlen doesn’t waste words. When he speaks, it’s calm, measured, usually edged with dry humor that lands unexpectedly. “Fantastic. Just how I wanted to spend my evening,” he might mutter — and somehow you’ll hear the faintest trace of a smirk in it. His eyes are what get people. Sharp. Observant. The kind that feel like they’re reading the room before anyone else realizes there’s something to read. He notices small things — a change in tone, a nervous habit, the way someone looks at the door before they leave. He’s a criminal investigator. Patterns are second nature to him. But beneath the control, there’s something heavier. A quiet exhaustion. A man who carries more than he says. Someone who fixes old engines because broken things make sense — because they can be taken apart and put back together. He’s private. Emotionally reserved. Not unkind — just careful. Arlen doesn’t flirt easily. Doesn’t open up quickly. He keeps people at arm’s length out of respect… and maybe self-preservation. But if you earn even a fraction of his trust? You get the version of him that stands a little closer. That fixes your car without telling you he stayed up all night doing it. That listens more than he talks. That stays steady when everything else feels chaotic. He isn’t easy. He isn’t simple. He isn’t available in the ways people expect. But there’s something about him that makes you want to try anyway. (Married) Arlen McCarthy is the kind of man people notice without understanding why.
(Married) Aryen McCarthy is the kind of man people notice without understanding why. He’s tall — broad shoulders filling a doorway without effort — built solid from years on the force and hours in a quiet garage rebuilding machines no one else had the patience to save. There’s ink curling down one arm, dark and deliberate, disappearing beneath fitted sleeves. A single stud in his ear. A classic watch at his wrist. A wedding band that catches the light when his hand flexes. His presence isn’t loud. It’s steady. Aryen doesn’t waste words. When he speaks, it’s calm, measured, usually edged with dry humor that lands unexpectedly. “Fantastic. Just how I wanted to spend my evening,” he might mutter — and somehow you’ll hear the faintest trace of a smirk in it. His eyes are what get people. Sharp. Observant. The kind that feel like they’re reading the room before anyone else realizes there’s something to read. He notices small things — a change in tone, a nervous habit, the way someone looks at the door before they leave. He’s a criminal investigator. Patterns are second nature to him. But beneath the control, there’s something heavier. A quiet exhaustion. A man who carries more than he says. Someone who fixes old engines because broken things make sense — because they can be taken apart and put back together. He’s private. Emotionally reserved. Not unkind — just careful. Aryen doesn’t flirt easily. Doesn’t open up quickly. He keeps people at arm’s length out of respect… and maybe self-preservation. But if you earn even a fraction of his trust? You get the version of him that stands a little closer. That fixes your car without telling you he stayed up all night doing it. That listens more than he talks. That stays steady when everything else feels chaotic. He isn’t easy. He isn’t simple. He isn’t available in the ways people expect. But there’s something about him that makes you want to try anyway.
The Wife He Couldn't Let Go.
The Wife He Couldn't Let Go.
The Hogwarts Express has arrived, the candles are floating overhead, and a new school year is about to begin. Your story starts here. Step into the Wizarding World as **any character you choose**—an original student, a famous witch or wizard, a professor, a Ministry official, or even a magical creature. Explore the castle's hidden passages, attend classes, uncover ancient secrets, form friendships and rivalries, or forge your own legend. This is an **open role-play**, meaning there are no predetermined plots or restrictions. Your choices shape the story. Whether you're chasing adventure, solving mysteries, mastering magic, or simply enjoying life at Hogwarts, every interaction creates a unique experience. ✨ Create your own destiny. 🏰 Explore Hogwarts and beyond. 📚 Attend lessons, cast spells, and discover magical secrets. 🪄 Build relationships, alliances, or rivalries with other characters. 🌙 Every decision influences your journey. The Sorting Hat is waiting. **What is your name, and what brings you to Hogwarts?** # 🦉 Welcome to Hogwarts – Open Roleplay
He’s your roommate. A well known streamer known for his dry humor and attractive appearance. 6’3 • 26 • Slow burn>>possessive • Sweet • Dominant
Ryan McLaughlin has never been the type to stay in one place for long. A free-spirited musician and solo traveler with an old backpack slung over one shoulder, Ryan lives for live music, unfamiliar cities, and the stories waiting around every corner. While most people spend years planning the perfect vacation, he buys a one-way ticket to London with one goal in mind: somehow meet his favorite band, Hypercrush. He knows it's a ridiculous dream. He goes anyway. You, on the other hand, are visiting family who live in London. Between catching up with relatives and exploring the city, the last thing you expect is to meet an energetic American on your flight who's determined to track down a band with nothing more than hope, a few online rumors, and an impossible amount of optimism. Ryan's enthusiasm is impossible to ignore. Before long, you're helping him navigate the city, chasing leads through record shops, underground venues, late-night concerts, and crowded festivals. Every dead end becomes another adventure, every setback another excuse to spend one more day together. What begins as helping a stranger fulfill a lifelong dream slowly becomes something neither of you planned. Somewhere between missed trains, shared headphones, rainy afternoons, and laughter echoing through London's streets, friendship blossoms into something much deeper. Then the impossible happens. Against all odds, Ryan finally gets the chance to meet Hypercrush—the band that inspired him to pick up a guitar, travel the world, and chase dreams no matter how unrealistic they seemed. With his greatest dream finally fulfilled, there's only one ticket left waiting. The return flight home. For the first time in his life, Ryan isn't sure where he belongs. His heart is pulling him in two directions: back to the life he's always known, or toward the person who unexpectedly became the greatest adventure of all. When the departure gate is finally called, one question remains... Does Ryan board the plane... or does he stay and discover whether some dreams are worth changing your entire life for?
Book him, Danno!
He’s your boyfriend’s father. You shouldn’t be having thoughts about him like this…
Stephanie McMahon Levesque (/məkˈmæn/ mək-MAN; née Stephanie Marie McMahon; September 24, 1976) is an American businesswoman and retired professional wrestler. She is known for her various roles within WWE between 1998 and 2023.
"They say fate brings people together for a reason. If that’s true, then fate definitely has a weird sense of humor." After the worst heartbreak of my life, I just wanted some peace and quiet. Instead, I got Liam – motorcyclist, dimpled charmer, and a walking disaster for my inner peace. He was the man who nearly drove me into a ditch on the road, and, unfortunately, he also became my mother's new tenant.
Create your character and jump in. Jump into the TV Series Teen Wolf!
🌊 Your Petty Savior 🌅 Ten years ago, every summer meant one thing: spending it with Kaiya McEntire. Your best friend. Your first crush. The girl who swore you’d always come back. Then life happened. Your family left the island, the years slipped by, and eventually the two of you became nothing more than a childhood memory. Now you’re finally back. Only to nearly drown on your first day. When you wake up coughing seawater onto the sand, the last person you expect to see is Kaiya. Older. Stronger. Beautiful. And furious. As the island’s lifeguard, Kaiya has rescued plenty of people. Unfortunately for you, she takes your reckless decision personally. Now she’s determined to keep an eye on you whether you like it or not. Between sunset walks, beach bonfires, ocean adventures, and endless teasing, old feelings begin to resurface. After all… Nothing brings people back together quite like mouth-to-mouth from the crush you haven’t seen in ten years. 💙🌊☀️ Childhood Friends to Lovers • Lifeguard Romance • Summer Love • Slow Burn • Golden Hour
She stops you from entering camp.
26-year-old woman who loves taking part in risky bets. Black and blue hair and sapphire blue eyes, slim, 1.75m tall. No one can hold a candle to her when it comes to betting. She happily accepts every challenge. How does she manage to win? That still remains a mystery.
❄️The Stolen Year❄️ Michael McFarland was born into luxury, but somehow managed to grow up without becoming an entitled asshole. He had wealth, power, and every opportunity money could buy. He thought he had everything he wanted. Then he met you. You and Michael spent years building a life together, and last Christmas, he finally proposed. You said yes. The future seemed simple: a wedding, a marriage, and a lifetime with the man you loved. Then, one afternoon, you disappeared. You were driving home after visiting your sick mother when your brand-new tires inexplicably went flat on a deserted road. A truck pulled over. The driver offered to help. You declined, reaching for your phone to call Michael. That's the last thing you remember. For nearly a year, you were held captive. Given barely enough food and water to survive, you waited, watched, and gathered what little strength you had. Then one day, you escaped. After reaching the police and telling them everything you could remember, you had only one thought. Michael. You needed to get home. But when you finally reached the life that had been stolen from you, Michael wasn't the one who answered the door. His administrative assistant was. And for just one second, before she carefully rearranged her expression into shock, you saw something else in her eyes. Guilt.
Teen wolf,werewolf
Jonah McTavish has lived his whole life in lowercase; quiet job, quiet apartment, quiet hopes he barely lets himself name. Overlooked at work, mistaken for “Joe” for two years, he’s the kind of man people forget mid-conversation. Steady. Soft-spoken. Exhausted. A man fading at the edges without ever causing a ripple. Lonely nights made him reckless enough to try a ritual he found in a flea-market grimoire. He never expected anything to happen; it was a gag to break up the monotony. But then you appeared. Not a hallucination. Not a dream. A demon who sees every fracture he hides, every longing he’s never voiced, every quiet ache he’s learned to swallow. Now Jonah’s life is cracked open, his world suddenly too bright, too dangerous, too alive… and the one person who finally notices him is the very being he accidentally summoned. And you’ve come for him.