#this can get as nasty as you want it to just lmk what the vibes are or whatever

[dreamgrlevl]

open starter: macey miller aka kristal ryder (m/f/nb) plot: your muse recognizes macey as an adult film star and decides to confront her about it. connection: husband/wife, stepson/daughter/person(college age or older pls), sibling (or step), friend, s/o of a friend or family member, a fan of her films , someone random while she’s out and about, whatever you think works this blog uses beta editor / do not like my starters

“I’m sorry who is that?” She tried to play dumb, the sound of her stage name not expected to be heard from their lips. It was clear she was rattled though, a telling sign that they had it right. She was in fact Kristal Ryder, or at least she used to be before marrying rich and disappearing from the adult film scene. “Should I know that name?” Macey questioned, still attempting to play at being clueless to the accusation they were clearly making against her.

[323cutie]

Ok but I would love to hear your personal thoughts on Ateez’s sexual preferences 👀

Tucks hair behind ear omgggg... hehe ok u Convinced me

tried to keep this vague in terms of like. specific kinks and stuff. also in my mind every member is a switch just with diff preferences. i will be rating how freaky they are on a scale of 1-10 aswell (if U want me to talk abt my personal thoughts on their kinks... hehehe. lmk.)

hongjoong: typically... more dom. i think naturally a more soft dom but like, there are consequences for your actions typa soft dom. or like power bottom vibes (take that as literally as u want -- I feel like regardless of physical position he's calling the shots). 6.5/10 freakiness

seonghwa: i've mentioned this before but i think he'd view sex as a very intimate lovely thing to share with another person... and i also think he's very go with the flow with it. whatever happens happens, as long as the both of you like it. big fan of feeling it out (in every way!). it really just depends on how each of you feels when initiating any sort of sexual act... willing to follow or willing to lead. not shy about what he wants either. 8/10 freakiness

yunho: Personally. I don't think hes as big of a freak as everyone says. but i Do think he's naturally very dominant and very comfortable in that position, and i Do think he likes having control. and he'd probably like to experiment within that umbrella. ive said before that I think he would love the trust exchanged with you for him being in that kind of position -- I think he'd like that you trust him to take care of you and get you where you need to be, regardless of how it happens. 8.5/10 freakiness

yeosang: hmm. i think he likes to take the lead but not necessarily in a dominating way... out of all the members i feel he wouldn't engage in really a lot of dom/sub stuff (at least, not enough to classify as dom/sub. u feel? not that he wouldn't ever cross that line either) i think it'd come from a place of wanting to take care of u. but i think sometimes out of nowhere he gets shy or something and that's when you gotta step in. hes so cute 5/10 freakiness

san: like i said very naturally soft dom!!!!! full of praise and love. not afraid to experiment but that kinda stuff just comes instinctually to him. idk if this is actually related but like, despite his soft words and praises and cutie kisses i feel like the physical aspect of sex with him would be very... Rough . /pos. 6-7/10 freakiness (lowk depends on the day)

mingi: him san and wooyoung are all tied for no.1 switch for me bro its insane. mingi doesnt gaf he's nasty. willing to try most things except for things he's like mostly sure he won't like. veryyyy fluid but in a different way than hwa.. less of that token intimacy and more eagerness? 8.75/10 freakiness

wooyoung: this might be delving into something else but i think as long as its exciting... sex is fun to him, and while it absolutely can be special and loving, i think he prefers variety. that being said, imo he is tied with others as no.1 switch, and i think he'd even be into switching roles within a session/night/whatever you want to call it, a constant back and forth. i would consider him the most experimental also. bratty dom/just a brat lol. 1000/10 freakiness

jongho: likes being in control more than not, probably has to be in a specific mindset to be more subby. definitely more serious during sex as a whole... not as freaky as yunho but similar in the sense of like, loving that you trust him to take care of you. not sure if this goes here but just like very knowledgable about your body and how to get you to melt. 4.5/10 freakiness

[antoncore]

Hii ceebear !!! Idk who gabe u that nickname or whatever related to it, but i saw someone call u that on the tl, and like IM CALLING U THAT IDC (if ur okay w it) LIKE WTF ITS SUCH A CUTE NICKNAME CEEBEAR !!! CEECEEBEAR!!! also.... U should give me a nickname 🫣🫣🫣 instead of just being choc anon.... So i have a really ethnic name... So i don't have like a "white" nickname, so im giving u the liberty to give me a nickname based off of whatever vibes u get from me 🤩🤩🤩 pls don't feel pressured to do so tho..

Anyways!! U said u wanted to chat.... Lets chat !!! Also i realised that I've never sent smth abt all the riize members and am always taking abt 01z... Im so sorry 😔😔 lemme reedem myself real quick! Hold on tight bcoz ur in for a ride 😱🙆🏾‍♀️🙆🏾‍♀️

1. Shotaro: YUGUGHUG UM... i need to kiss him while he giggles... Also um.. reslly weird but why do i feel like he'd be so lost in the pleasure while ur... And start praising u in Japanese 😱😱🫣🫣🫣 also also also omg dancer taro 🤩😱 need to help him relieve his stress after a stressful dance session, he'd be so sweet abt it too.... Letting u do ur thing 😋😋😋

2. MY POOKIE WOOKIE EUNSEOK: imma keep is short n simple since i always ralk Abt him. I need traditional husband eunseok rn. Like all i can imagine is him sitting w yalld kids when ur non home and be like "what should we get mommy for her bday, hmm?" LIKE AHAAHS HE'D BE SO CONSIDERATE AND SPOIL U SM

3. POOKIE WOOKIE (2) KEEPING IT SHORT N SIMPLE (2): one thing. 3 words. Bsfs brother sungchan. Little game of hide n seek, hiding from ur bsf, late night meet ups AHAHAHA 😭

4. WONBINBIN: um.. if I don't get to suck hickies onto that man's adams apple....goodbye 👋🏾🫂 running ur hands up n down his biceps OH LORD ?! ALSO he just seems so sweet to me.. like i cannot imagine hard dom wonbin im sorry 😭😭😭 bcoz he'd smile at you so sweetly, but also be very messy in a way. And he would give such good head ahahaaa pls ?!?! 😋😋😋😋 Im dying i need wonbin between these legs RN RN

5. Soheehee: bsf sohee while the tension builds up.... In a big friend group too, the lingering touches, sneakily meeting up... Y'all think ur slick but ur really not! Sohee gives making out behind the building of ur class! Ooh and his hands 😐 OMG... Sohee fingering u... So slowly and nicely, pleasing u so well 🫶🏾 also he'd definitely keep wanting to kiss u while ur fucking, thus why always laying u om ur back....cute pecks w each thrust 🥴🥴🫣

6. Bring my MAN BACK RN: okay really controversial take rn... But STAY W ME PLS FOR THE PLOT 😐🫶🏾🫶🏾 seunghan and u sneaking around... Bcoz he's like the typical bad boy, and ur parents HATE HIM... Ofc as mhch as hes a "bad boy" on the outside he's the sweetest kindest to u, having ur firsts w him....him getting u addicted to sneaking out the window just to make out with him .... It all slowly getting more and more hotter.... (I will expand on this in the next ask, bcoz i have. A LOT TO SAY 😋😋)

7. Tonnie cuttie: campus coupls anton * reader !!!! both of u being the top of ur classes, but still making so much time for eacher! Even though yall study most the time and have study dates, he gets a little... Impatient sometimes... Both of u finding urselves behind the last shelf in the library making out... Also y'all being little freaks 🫣🫣🫣 every friday going to his dorm for movie night, but yk it always ends up in NASTY fucking... But it all balances out bcoz the next morning y'all go to the cafe on campus to get a nice swet breakfast together 😋😋😋😋😋 him also subtly marking u, even though EVERYONE knows ur together, he will leave his marks, to make SURE they KNOW ur his 😋😋😋 u whining abt the big hickey on ur neck, while yk you love his ways 💗💗💗

- im so sorry, hope its not TOO much ceeceebear, ily !!!!

- 🍫

hiii i’m okie with it, any nicknames are cool as long as they’re not mean (but i think that’s obvious hehe) but nickname… i can think of choccie 💀 so lmk if that’s okie with you <3 and its okay dw i understand… let me answer each one of your hcs hehe (note: i hope i did these justice)

shotaro: personally i’ve always found speaking a different language so attractive !! hmmm pussydrunk taro that starts praising you in japanese, telling you how beautiful you look under him. you’d been learning with him so when you figured out what he meant you’d gasp, grabbing onto his hair and begging him not to stop. and for sucking him off… in the practice room in front of the mirror <3 he’d be so lazy after a long day he’d just lean back into the chair and let you make him cum.

eunseok: he’d 100% shower you with the most expensive gifts he could find. you’d be going away on holiday with a whole new set of clothes, shoes, jewellery etc. and he’d make a cute lil hamper of gifts that are from your kids which would be so ADORABLE my god. and when the nanny got the kids to sleep, he’d take you out for dinner and fuck you so good when you got home 🥰

sungchan: going over to yours and telling your bsf that he’s going to visit his friend :( he’d fuck you so good, unlike any other guy you had (possibly even the first guy to actually make you cum :0) but what about one night your bsf calls you while he’s eating you out and you just have to act normal, try not to whimper as sungchan’s got his fingers deep inside you while licking your clit hajsnsnsnsns

wonbin: the mental image of wonbin between your thighs has me crazy!!!! like you don’t understand!!!! he’d look so pretty and soft, just running your hands through his hair oh god i feel like i’m seeing heaven LOL. also feel as if he could be a bed humper, moaning against you as he eats you out, just adores making you feel good :((

sohee: i love bsf sohee so much (was contemplating making a series of thoughts abt bsf sohee but it would never get done so…) but YEAH meeting separately to your friend group, trying things together. one night watching porn together and you jerk him off while he’s got his fingers deep inside you <3 moaning in each other’s mouths too god it would be so fucking hot like ISNSNSJSJ FUCK

seunghan: i see your vision !! i love this concept of him being so sweet and gentle with you, corrupting you slowly. i can see him climbing through the window and sitting on your windowsill as you make out, pulling you onto his lap hehe. but ofc i’ll let you elaborate in the next ask as you said :3

anton: humping with him as you make out between the bookshelves knowing that you probably shouldn’t but you just get too lost in it :( and going out after movie night barely being able to walk properly because of how good he fucked you :0 but it’s okie he’s bought you your favourite sweet treat so you forgive him!! also him leaving lil pecks where he left the marks whenever a guy walks by and stares at you because you’re all his !! i feel he’s got a lil bit of a possessive side hehe

[natspookie]

Nat x spidey-powers!reader (romantic or platonic up to you)

Got a couple ideas involving reader who is pretty happy just being a hero around NYC instead of an avenger going on big missions:

* Reader botches a stealthy takedown of some robbers in NYC. Gets a little roughed up (minor bruises and scrapes). Then asks Nat for lessons in "how to stealth"

* 4 times reader fails to sneak up on Nat. And the 1 time they succeed.

* Reader getting in over their head with something big happening in NYC and calls Nat for backup

Love your work! No worries if you don't vibe with any of these ideas. I just saw that you were looking for more. Thank you so much for sharing what you write:)

a/n, whennnn i tell you i grinned ear to ear at having a request heheeheh, thank you anon<333

i hope you don’t mind i mixed these requests a bit and write it in fem!reader ? if you want a gender neutral one lmk!!!

★ summary : 4 times reader fails to sneak up on natasha and the one time she does

#1

you tried to sneak up on natasha by tiptoeing your way through the compound. you smiled seeing natasha’s back faced to you in the middle of the kitchen, making her famous peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“i heard you tiptoe from the entrance” you could hear her smirking “nattie!” you groaned, making your footsteps known and louder now. “try harder” she handed you a sandwich.

#2

natasha is seated in the middle of your shared apartment with a glass of wine in her hand when she was flipping through the tv channels. you open the balcony door a little, squeezing through, when you hear natasha

“i heard your webs get tangled in the tree, dekta” “nattttt” you whined, sitting on her lap as you tucked your face into her neck. “try quieter” she mumbled with a laugh

#3

“third time’s a charm” you mumbled trying to use your spidey senses to hear natasha walk through the hallway. you heard her pause before entering the library of the compound, where you were. you held your breath but she opened the door, clearly unsurprised you were hear.

“i heard you hold your breath” “natasha! why can’t you stop being a super spy for a second! i have the super senses” you whined “what’s the fun in that, spidey?” she laughed, shaking her head

#4

you had come home too late when you tiptoed into you and natasha’s shared room, taking your mask off, wincing at the nasty scratch on your forehead.

“dekta?” natasha sat up with a frown, turning the lamp on “sorry nat, these guys were kinda tough” you laughed as you peeled the suit off “ow ow ow” you said as natasha tried to help “sorry” she muttered

you watched as natasha got out her first aid kid “take a shower will ya? i’ll clean it up after” you nodded, tiredly.

when you got out of the shower, natasha had laid out her pajamas for you.

you walked out of the bathroom ready to hear a handful from natasha. she patted your side of the bed and so you sat there. natasha disinfected the wounds carefully as you bit your lip. “dekta you need to be more careful, i’m serious. look at this…” she pointed to the open wound on your leg “this could get infected”

“i really tried to he careful nat” you said, teary eyed “you can always call me if you need backup okay?” she cupped your face, carefully leaning against your forehead as you nodded.

#5

natasha sighs from the balcony of your shared apartment, watching the sunset. she wished you came back from all your ‘good neighborhood friend’ work. she mostly wished you didn’t forget it was your 1 year anniversary.

she twirled her hair around, leaning her head at the palm of her hand in hopes of catching a glimpse of you swinging through the city. just when she lost all hope, a loud squeal left her mouth as you swooped her body securely and swung through the city.

“Y/N DON’T DROP ME!” she squeezed her eyes shut as you swung through the city that never sleeps. “shh, you’ll be fine nattie, i’ve got you” you squeezed her thrice before landing on top of a building overlooking the brookyln bridge with spiderwebs saying ‘i love you’.

“i thought you forgot” natasha looked at the bridge in awe before turning around to see all her favorite food on a picnic blanket. “i should be hurt but i’ll let you go this once” you winked

“happy anniversary, my spider” natasha placed herself on your lap “happy anniversary nattie, i finally snuck up on you” “don’t gloat” she nudged your shoulder

[tatersgonnatate]

Yooooo!! Zeepie here! ^^ Alrighty, so seems the nonny option is ✨off✨ so I can't send it under the cover of (k)night a la Batman or somethin' but aye. C'est la vie. 🏄🏾‍♀

Mm in any case - this is for that little send a message of "what you think about me" in one of your rbgs!!

Tbh we don't really chat like, at ALL, but in the few times we have interacted you genuinely seem like a chill and lovable person and I love seeing your content/reblogs on my feed! :)) it's a good thing for me to know that people with good intentions still exist, and ironically (/lh /aff), this app reminds me of it often. There's so much outside the four walls of my existence and it's ironic I get a tiny glimpse of it through the much smaller, much more compact four walls that fit in the palm of my hand.

The world is a complicated, beautiful, horrifying, cold, warm, scalding, bitterly freezing, completely diverse place full of culture and life and so many eyes that getting to see through all of them can get a little overwhelming sometimes! But when I'm left with all the devices I've been given, I see it for how magnificent it can truly be.

You are one of them. One of the many masses!! <3

Bottom line, I fw you heavy. I like the vibe you bring to the function. I love your outlook on life and how you treat your friends/mooties, I can tell you've probably been thru the ringer once or twice but you still remain such a mellow silly lil guy-- a potato (pliable, multi-faceted, never gets old/goes outta style 💜) just tryna vibe + I genuinely, honestly wish you the best things to come for the rest of time.

(weird you can't send me an anon cuz we're totally moots BUT)

My comrade I high key almost cried happy tears I was so touched reading this omg 🥹👉👈 if you ever DO wanna get to know me better, all my mutuals are more than welcome to chill with me on other apps like snap or discord. Lmk if you ever want one of my handles! I've gotten to know a handful even better that way over the years, and I'm HELLA grateful for it too. I've made some friends through Tumblr that I now interact with both on app and through discord or snapchat multiple times a day every day that mean SO damn much to me, my doors would be immediately open to them if they were ever in my area. You're right in saying that I've definitely been through a handful of yucky things 😅 I do my best not to let them get me down though and to learn from whatever junk I'm forced to go through. Pretty much the best way to handle the nastiness the world likes to throw at you, I've found.

[gateway-2000]

Hey there! I see that you're self rbing that horse island 3 post a lot and it got me curious because it's the kind of game that's right up my alley; I used to play a lot of games like this when I was younger and the nostalgia is drawing me for sure, but if I just had a couple questions about your experiences with it.

On their site rules they have some statements that are giving me some red flags, like the fact that they ban LGBT content, and I did some digging and found some old discussions from a few years back about the gamerunners being like, right wing weirdos and stuff. The rules also look... very out of date, so it's possible they're mostly irrelevant. I guess I was just wondering what your experience was and if the game still had this kind of nasty vibe? If like, the mods are hands off nowadays (or changed hands recently) and the player base is cool that's reassuring to me and I might still give it a try–I just want to know before I sink some time into it just to get banned for like, having my pronouns somewhere on my account lmfao. Every personal account I'm seeing of this game is a few years out of date, so I don't really know how to judge it.

Sorry for the long ask lol TDLR is HI3 cool now?

hi there!

i've been playing for about 3 years now and i haven't really noticed much of that in-game! granted, i don't talk about or express a lot of queer stuff in the game, mostly because the game has a pretty relaxed environment and i don't really talk about irl stuff in there. i mostly just hop on to catch horses, run around and collect stuff and then log off. it's great for turning my brain off which i struggle to do

i'm autistic and have a lot of passion for horses so that honestly explains why my brain latches on to it so much despite it not being 'perfect' i guess one would say

i wouldn't necessarily say that the game is "cool" about queer stuff because they lump that into their "don't talk about real life stuff because it's stressful" policy. that's basically what it is is they just don't want people to argue or fight over things or have conversations that would or could be stressful to some. they enforce keeping the conversation on topic to the game, or very light banter. i don't know if they'll ban or remove your conversation if you say "happy pride month!" for example, but in general they just prefer if you keep conversation on topic to the game

the only thing i was annoyed with is they refused to remove the g slur from the [g slur] vanner horse breed, but that was due to the fact that most horse owners wouldn't recognize the breed/that's still what the breed is officially called so :\ i disagree with this 100000%. it's a damn slur it shouldn't be in a family friendly game

but other than that like. idk it's chill. it's hard to find games that are 100% good about things like that. you won't get banned or anything like that as far as i know for being queer! i think a lot of the posts and articles that were written were either outdated or were heavily over sensationalized because i've been playing since 2020 and overall the game is one of the most relaxing games i've ever played. you really do just collect horses and pick flowers and do little puzzles. it's great

hope that makes sense! if you do decide to join lmk, i can send some free horses, tack, etc!

[pedgito]

okay i had this idea of eddie and reader fucking in a closet or an enclosed space of some kind yk being real sneaky and shit. and the reader lets him finish in their mouth. then he kisses the reader with his cum in his mouth bc he nasty like that. sorry if this was a really specific request it’s been sitting in my brain for ages.

author’s note: full warning, if this grosses you out, don’t read. and i don’t want to hear how much you don’t like it in my inbox because i don’t care lol. but for those of you that do read this, enjoy my nasty eddie thoughts.

cw: 18+ (minors dni) semi-public (in a closet), voyeurism (if you squint), oral (m receiving), fluid play/bonding (idk they share eddie’s jizz yeah), established relationship, eddie is v gross but we love that shit, if i missed anything lmk

word count: 1.7k

Eddie didn’t do parties, ever. It was just another spectacle and a place for him to be laughed at, wondering who invited the freak to drink and kill the vibe—but for you, he endures it. That and everyone knows to keep their mouth shut around you. It’s nice, Eddie can admit that—but it’s also damn near impossible for him to keep his hands off of you in public, not that you had a problem with it.

Dating Eddie hit you completely out of nowhere, ending up in an after school detention with him that left very little to be discovered about each other, both in your likes and dislikes, but also your bodies.

And so what if you fucked Eddie with only one twenty minute conversation under your belt—he was levels above most of the guys you fucked, even if he was a little bit inexperienced in the beginning.

He’s more surprised at how easily your perfect persona is tarnished in front of him—good grades, nice friends, always smiling at everyone who walks by. You were never mean to anyone, which is why no one ever said shit when you started your mornings cuddled up to Eddie at his locker.

They could look and stare, but no one dared to comment on it.

Eddie’s quick to feed into it, openly kissing you in the halls, grabbing at your ass under the short confines of your skirt or tight jeans—it would emit a few groans, but you didn’t care.

Not for a second.

He’s insatiable, really—and nasty to the core. You never really expected to like it as much as you did, settling for missionary and doggy style in most of your hook-ups, minimal eye contact, and getting straight to the point; not to say you didn’t enjoy it, but with Eddie, it’s kismet.

You could never say no.

“Hey, hey,” You murmur against his lips, his hands blindly reaching for the doorknob to shove you into Steve Harrinton’s bedroom, leaving the door open just a crack, “we can leave if you want—do you wanna leave?”

“Mmm,” Eddie shakes his head, breathing hotly against your mouth, “don’t think I can wait that long, wanna fuck you right now.”

You giggle softly, arms wrapped around his neck as he hoists you up, licking into your mouth with the same edge of depravity he always carried, growling lowly. His hands slip past the waistband of your jeans, contacting the bare skin underneath.

“No panties,” Eddie notes, “dirty girl.”

“Do you expect anything less?” You tease, squealing softly as he buries his face into your neck, nipping at the skin.

But, the loud ramblings of another pair of bodies stumbling down the hall has you both in a panic—Eddie nearly shuts the door close, but you’re hopping off of him to pull him into the closet before he can act, sliding the slatted, wooden doors close, leaving little light to leak through.

You force your hand over Eddie’s mouth, his features barely visible aside from the tiny spec of light that hits his face from the lamp on the table beside the closet. He blinks, confused.

It doesn’t take long for you both to realize that it’s Steve—and some girl you’ve only talked to a few times at school, who seemed a lot more familiar with Steve than you expect, hands reaching under waistband of his boxers from where his jeans hang open loosely, you avert your eyes quickly, connecting with Eddie’s.

He’s got that ridiculous smirk on his face, having caught you in the act of peeping, shifting the closet door shut tight—no more peeking on his account. His hands keep busy, whether on your neck, your breasts, over the expanse of your back, just touching because he wanted to—but you can feel how impatient he’s being, hard in his jeans from where’s pressed up against you in the small space.

“We can’t,” You whisper softly, feeling Eddie’s hands squeeze at the slope of your ass, pulling you in closer, “Eddie, I’m serious.”

“It’s Steve,” He murmurs, lips connecting with your neck briefly, “he won’t even know.”

Eddie was right—but the hesitation was still there.

“I’m not letting you fuck me in a closet,” You force out in a hushed whisper, “get over yourself.”

Eddie chuckles lightly, fumbling with the front of his pants carefully, mouth still busy against your skin, “Never said anything about that, but if I need to find a way to keep that mouth occupied, I can think of a few.”

You look at him sternly—Eddie can faintly read your expression, smiling confidently as his belt jingles quietly, slow to unzip his jeans.

“Because as much as I love to hear you talk, that mouth is good at other things,” Eddie says knowingly, “unless, of course, you’d rather watch Steve—“

“Fuck off.” You mutter, sinking to your knees with ease, yanking Eddie’s jeans down his hips impatiently and reaching under his boxers for his cock with a ferocity that has Eddie feeling for the walls, hands coming up to brace himself.

“Jesus,” He grunts softly, your grip tightening around the soft, velvet skin, his cock thickening to full hardness under your touch, “—a little warning next time, sweetheart.”

You scoff lightly at that, the deep hum of the music traveling upstairs and under the gap of Steve’s bedroom door—it didn’t help drowning out the sounds of Steve and the girl only a few feet away, but it did help muffle the sounds of Eddie, who couldn’t help his noise level when your mouth finally closes around his cock.

You lick at the tip slowly, right along the slit until Eddie’s reaching for your head, hand squeezing at the root of your hair. Eddie never tried to be soft, or caring—he always was regardless, but he was also just as intense.

“Fuck, take it, baby—“ He pushes a little deeper, forcing you to inhale on the push, moaning against him, “oh, fuck—“

It was easy to wreck Eddie’s ego, watch it come crashing to the ground every time you touched him. You bob your head with his movements, slowly until he’s holding you still, rocking his hips into your mouth with harsh, precise thrusts—fucking your mouth just like he would your pussy, reminding you just how devastating it was that he couldn’t have you right now.

There’s a creak on the bed that has you two pausing your movements, mouth still fully engulfing Eddie’s dick as footsteps approach. Eddie’s thumb pressing at your cheek gently, rubbing in small, comforting circles—almost a way to soothe or ease your worry.

“Hurry.” The girl giggles, followed by Steve’s ruffling through the drawers of the table placed beside the closet.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

And the double entendre of it has both you and Eddie forcing a laugh back down.

When Steve finally retreats a safe distance you feel Eddie rub at your jaw, urging you to continue.

You double down, shifting down to mouth at his balls, the weight heavy against your tongue as you swirl it gently over the skin—Eddie raises his fist in silence, biting down to stifle the filthy groan that almost escapes. It’s the easiest way to fuck with him, knowing how much he liked it—and you don’t stop.

Your hand pumps steadily, stopping to squeeze at the head occasionally, smearing the precum over the head and down, the friction unbearable as you made it your absolute mission to make Eddie come—fast and hard.

It doesn’t take long before he’s grunting softly, yanking gently at your head to pull you away.

“Need somewhere,” Eddie begs, “Steve’ll never forgive me if I use his shirt to clean up my jizz, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know,” You tease, “think it’s kinda hot, actually.”

It would’ve been easier for him to ask to come in your mouth, but that was a little too straightforward—he didn’t do it often, mostly because things would’ve led to sex by now, but it’s still one of his favorite things, your eyes wide and attentive on his face as he cums, thinking he might actually pass out from the feeling of it all.

“Your mouth, baby,” He finally says, voice strained, clearly holding himself back, “god, let me cum in your mouth, please.”

You smile widely, despite how hard it is to make it out in the poor lighting and nod, which he does feel.

You close your mouth over the tip, feeling his hand leave your hair to tug at his dick, jerking himself off with fervor, breathing harshly through his nose.

“I’m gonna come,” He forces out in a hushed tone, giving you the small warning you need to pull back, tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, as he lets out a litany of curses, “fuckfuckfuck—“ in the same deep tone that makes your thighs clench together harder, reminding you how greatly you were lacking his touch.

You flinch when the warmth of it hits your mouth, warm and pooling in the dip of your tongue as Eddie tries his best to suppress his groans, squeezing himself until there’s nothing left, the head of his cock dragging against your lips as he pulls away—your immediate instinct is to swallow, rid yourself of the musky taste and find the best route of escape, but Eddie stops you.

“Come here,” He urges, letting him pull you up, your face tilting in his grip as he closes your mouth with his thumb, rubbing the underside of your chin, “—how does it taste?”

You raise your eyebrows expectantly, gesturing to him before opening your mouth, beckoning him to get a taste—and Eddie’s never shied away from things like this, always willing to try things at least once. So, he does, his tongue dipping into your mouth quickly, the taste of him lingering between you two briefly as you hurried to swallow the rest.

“Dirty,” He repeats his earlier sentiment against your lips, “—fuck, if I didn’t like you so much I would never do shit like that.”

You giggle quietly, reaching up to press a gentle kiss against his lips, “I know.”

And you can say that with full confidence, because it’s true.

“Now, how do we get out of here?”

You shrug, “Don’t know—but, I got something that’ll keep you busy, if you want.”

Eddie was more than eager to please.

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

[b00tyliciousbabe]

Jack Harlow x Black Male Reader.

Summary: I RECOGNISE THAT JACK HARLOW ISN’T GAY. it’s just a fun thing that I wanted to experiment with and to share my slutty fantasy lmaooo enjoy. no disrespect to my bae Jackman Thomas Harlow either, ily maybe a lil too much…this is my first post btw, so lmk what you wonderful ppl think 💕✨

Details: sprinkles of NSFW and fluff - we need a healthy balance. (hints of feminisation cause I’m in this weird stage of my gender identity - don’t watch that) ngl this is a simp post 4 him saying he’s ugly, one, do you even have eyes, and two, y’all can eat my ass, preferably after I’ve been barebacked by Jack. I’m nasty, get used to it 😭

I definitely think a white man is gonna deflower me lol - with Chris Evans and Henry Cavill as main celebrity contenders. But it’s the way Jack is so caring with black women, and just appreciative of black culture in general, that doesn’t seem performative. It’s a genuine love and admiration for my identity as a black person which makes me that much more attracted to him. His energy is just everything; His infectious smile, a voice that could legit make me melt, and beautiful blue eyes that I want glued to my body 24/7, I love everything about him.

Let’s start with the fluffy stuff. I feel like he’d have me saved in his phone as some sweet nickname for me and I would save him as “jackman xx” instead of Jack just to be different 🤭 but I would be the only one who’s actually allowed to use his government name hahaaaa.

I can picture us with two black kids; One girl (she’s gonna be a couple years older), one boy, and that’s our perfect nuclear family lol. He’s definitely the one to spoil our kids so I can already imagine me being the bad cop parent in our family. BUT HE’S SO GOOD WITH KIDS like look at that picture. This doesn’t mean he’s a pushover, he would definitely get more pissed than you if the kids weren’t listening. So he’d be more sweet than stern but would discipline when needed. like imagine him saying “yo, stop disrespecting your daddy.” I WOULD DIEEEE. But I think the most amazing part of him being the father to my kids is the fact that he would’ve chosen to love me in the most organic way possible. We would have 2 whole physical representations of our love for one another and I think that’s so precious.

I feel like Jack is super romantic. I’m talking personally delivering a huge bouquet of my favourite white tulips and pink roses just because.

I know he could never, but if somehow, in another reality, we were together, I know he would make me feel sooooo good 😩 I would think of Jack as a very compassionate lover. Don’t get me wrong, the man could make earthquakes with how hard and intense his strokes are but, with me being a virgin, I feel like he would definitely take his time with me. That being said, I do get the vibe that he’s experienced, but solely with girls, so it’d be a learning curve for him as well.

I don’t think y’all realise, but I would be on my knees 24/7 for this man. I know he doesn’t like the deepthroat with girls cause their throat is a lil too tight but I’d try my best to show him how pleasurable it can be. Jack is hung imma tell u. I feel like Jack’s dick isn’t too big, definitely bigger than average maybe 6.5/7 inches, but he would know what to do with itttt. I just know that his cock could make me weak in the knees. I always fantasise about sucking him off and staring into his blue eyes as he smiles at me, with my mouth full of his dick. A real paradox between slutty and innocent fr. I feel like he’d let me do my thing with his dick, I don’t see him being the type to face fuck me (unless I wanted him to), but instead he’d probably have his hands all up in my hair, or underneath my chin, guiding me to take his dick further down my throat. Ngl I would want his wood glistening with precum and saliva after I’m done with him. He strikes me as the type of person to enjoy sloppy toppy as well. I wouldn’t even feel embarrassed to slobber and dribble over him cause we would be comfortable enough. “Damn baby, that mouth tho.” I can hear him saying as I take him fully. I would prefer him to slouch down like on a couch or smth, with his tracksuit bottoms bunching at his ankles and his tech fleece hoodie unzipped showing his bare chest as his cock just bounces up and down begging for me to suck it. “Come on babe, he really needs you rn.” whilst he swirls his dick in his hands 😩🫠🤭

Onto how he fucks me; I feel like he’d love to see me on top. Not that I’m a power bottom or anything, my top is more than just a pole for me to use, but I feel like watching one of his hands gripping my left cheek, with the other behind his head, would be so hot. Watching him smile at how drunk I am for him would turn me on so much. Plus in his position I can grab his pecs, go down to kiss him, whilst he jackhammers and ploughs into me while I’m on top. UGHHH A DREAM. So many of y’all think he’s ugly but I would love to be in missionary with him. Have my hands all up in his curls, feel his breath on my face, see his cum face (I just know it’s the sexiest thing ever) i would nut right there. I feel like he’d be so sensual with his thrusts, it wouldn’t be hard, just really loving. Don’t get me wrong though, i think Jack would clap my cheeks so hard I wouldn’t be able to walk for a couple days, but he wouldn’t want to hurt me. Prone Bone would be a dream as well. I know Jack would be the one to whisper dirty ass things in my ear. “Fuck, that’s some good pussy baby.” “So tight for daddy aren’t you”

Onto his cum. MWAHAHAHAAA, I would live for it. I wouldn’t be satisfied unless I got at least two loads of his from our sessions. I feel like he would cum a lot but not all at once, it wouldn’t be explosive but fast enough. I get the vibe that he’d love seeing his cum all over my face. “you look so good with my nut all over your face” as he feeds me it from his fingers. I would definitely keep sucking after he busts tho, because I’ve seen how weak it makes them. Jack would definitely be the dom in the relationship but there’s something about hearing him whine and wither, begging me to stop sucking/slow down just makes me so wet. I feel, like most ppl, he would want to cum whilst inside. The only time he’d pull out is if I’d ask him to, to which i feel like he’d bust his nut all over my ass, paying particular attention to coating my hole.

Aftercareeee w this man is just top tier. You thought he was only good at clapping my cheeks and stuffing me full, lmao he’s the whole package- literally. Often times, there’s not much to clean up and I think he’d like me falling asleep with his cum inside my ass. “You did so well baby boy, you’re always too good to me.” I feel like he’d be exhausted by the time we’ve both bottomed out, and fight to stay awake to make sure I’m asleep before him. He’d be really needy “Babe, I don’t deserve you, you’re so beautiful” “don’t ever leave me.” The cockiness in me wants to say that our sex made him drunk. I feel like he’d be such a big spoon.

[reidsnose]

buggin

overview: reader enlists the help of her neighbor (who shes never met) to get rid of a gnarly bug in her apartment

genre: fluff

a/n: thought of this today after i moved the shower curtain, saw a centipede crawl out, and screamed for my dad to come help me. anywayyyss i thought its be cute so as always lmk what you guys think :)

masterlist

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you walked into your bedroom, fumbling frantically with the buttons on your shirt as you raced to leave your house on time. hair brush hair brush hair brush. where was your hair brush? you knocked over countless items trying to find it but with no luck. bathroom! you quickly made your way to the bathroom, opening the door so fast that wind blew through your hair.

and then you saw it.

a gnarly, long, nasty, creepy crawly centipede.

you let out a loud shriek and promptly shut the door. if you didn't get to the interview one time, it would surely be a bad first impression. but then again so would showing up with a bird's nest of hair on your head. you tried who knows how many times to go back in and kill it or catch it in a cup but each time you saw its countless, spindly legs you backed out. you checked your watch, 10 minutes until you had to leave.

you walked out into the hallway of the apartment building, and in a frenzy, you bumped into a tall, handsome man leaving the apartment across from yours.

he chuckled an apology before looking to meet your eye, breath hitching in his throat as he did. you were arguably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (despite a very questionable hairdo). and when a surge of desperation ran through your body you rambled an explanation to the stranger, telling him about your job interview and time crunch then promptly begging him to come inside and get rid of the centipede for you.

and something inside him couldn't say no. he wanted to, i mean when an objectively crazy looking person lures you into their home to catch a bug, generally one says no and goes on with their day. however, maybe it was his complete an immediate infatuation with you or maybe his empathy for your situation, he decided to quickly help you and then try and get to work as fast as he can.

he couldn't help but subtly and subconsciously profile you based on your home as soon as he stepped inside. he liked it. your decorations, the small mess that makes it feel lived in, the general 'vibe' as morgan would say was incredible.

you gave him a sheet of paper and a cup, per his request, and led him to the dreaded bug bathroom. you couldn't help but watch in awe as he walked in with no fear, explaining to you in great detail how this was only a house centipede and it only had 15 pairs of legs which kind of counters the name. and how it isn't poisonous to humans and infact eats other bugs. you loved his facts so much and you followed him all the way to the window where he let the bug out, listening intently to what he had to say and swatting away the apology that came after the ramble, insisting that you genuinely enjoyed it.

"thank you so much,.." you trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Spencer." he filled in, offering a tight lipped smile.

"Spencer! wonderful. well again thank you so much and i owe you once I'm back from this job interview!" you smiled as you both walked to the door.

"oh you don't have to-" he began.

"no i insist! just knock on my door when you can and ill take you out." you stated, causing his eyes to widen, " not with a gun! i meant like ill buy you coffee or something!"

"i didn't think you meant with a gun?!" he laughed, handing you the hairbrush this whole ordeal was about. you laughed along as you closed and locked your apartment.

"I'm sorry i'm like completely fazzled right now! i have to go or else i'm never gonna get this job ill just brush my hair in the car! ok bye Spencer!" you called as you jogged down the stairs.

"wait i don't know your name?" he called after you.

"ill tell you when i buy you a coffee!" your giggle echoed through the building followed by the loud shut of the downstairs door.

he smiled to himself, wondering if he should tell the team about his funky morning encounter. he smiled the whole train ride to work, and then the walk from the stop to the building and then the elevator trip up. he just couldn't stop smiling. he thought about you brushing your hair while you drove and even giggled to himself on the train causing a few strangers to toss him some concerned looks.

how could he be living next to such a beautiful stranger?

when he walked into the bullpen, he saw the. whole team huddled around a desk, staring quite obviously at hotch's office. a new curiosity piqued his interest though his thoughts of you continued to be front and center in his mind.

"whats going on?" he asked, joining the group and craning his neck to try and see into the office.

"new agent interview." jj whispered.

"really? since whe-"

"shh!" Garcia shushed.

"you cant even hear them!" Reid defended.

"quiet helps us read their lips." prentiss whispered.

Spencer continued to crane his neck, moving around yet only being able to see hotch, who was throwing his head back in laughter. hotch laughing? wow this new agent must be pretty cool!

"oh my god! i've never seen him laugh like that before!" Garcia squeaked.

"she has to get the job now," morgan added.

"ah we have to wait for the handshake, thats when we see if he really approves," Rossi countered, "if he double hands the shake then its a done deal."

they all watched excitedly, waiting impatiently for the end of the interview. after a few minutes they saw hotch stand up and shake the possible new agent's hand with his right, firmly clasping his left over the handshake.

"was that the double handed handshake?" Garcia asked excitedly.

"yup." Rossi replied, popping the p.

as soon as the door began to open, the team tried ever so gracelessly to disperse, bumping into one another and murmuring fake excuses. a familiar outfit caught Spencer's eye as the new agent left hotch's office and he dared sneak a glance.

no way. his mind raced, thoughts of this morning flooding it a mile a minute. could it really be the girl from this morning? he watched as you excitedly left the building, beaming far to much to notice any other people as you left.

"bug?!" was all he could muster. not even loud enough for you to hear. unfortunately, loud enough for the people around him to.

"theres a bug? where?" morgan asked, looking around.

"no um...bug-she..is bug- um. nothing." he stammered.

"did you nickname the new agent bug?" jj laughed.

"what? no! do not say that in front of her!!" Spencer stammered.

after a couple teasing remarks, to Spencer's relief, they seemed to have let it go. the day was case-less and flew by quickly, the most exciting part was the morning interview and hotch's announcement that there would be a new agent starting tomorrow.

you sat at home, beyond excited about your successful interview, all thanks to handsome neighbor Spencer. you couldn't help but feel extra indebted to him. you feared you may have scared him off when you offered to take him out but it was the best way you could think to say thank you. but your nerves had transferred mainly to the upcoming first day of work.

as he got hone he debated knocking on your door but decided against it, knowing you were probably busy preparing for tomorrow.

when you arrived tomorrow a series of seemingly unfamiliar faces sat in the conference room, awaiting you and hotch.

when you stepped inside your eyes scanned over each of them, all looking very excited to meet you.

and then you saw him.

handsome neighbor Spencer was sitting RIGHT THERE. the stars have aligned and finally life is in your favor. after a brief introduction the meeting began and you took the only seat open which happened to be next to Spencer.

you gave each other polite smiles though both of your cheeks glowing red told a different story than two people who had just met.

"wheels up in 20." hotch concluded.

you all walked out together, the team making sure you felt included.

"so hows the first day feeling, y/n? or should i be like my friend Dr. Reid here and call you bug?" morgan asked slightly amused.

"oh my god you told?!" you laughed, looking wide eyed at Spencer.

after a high pitched denial from Reid and tears of laughter from the team as you told them of the events of that morning, you already felt like you were a part of the team.

as you boarded the jet, you decided to sit next to Spencer.

"you know, i still owe you a coffee," you mentioned nonchalantly as you pulled a book from your go bag, trying as hard as you possibly could to not blush.

he smiled slyly, picking up his own book to hide the rouge that fell upon his cheeks, "and ill hold you to that, bug."

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@mac99martin @imhreid @spencersmagic @hollydaisy23 @raelady1184 @a-broken-pact @padfootswife @star-stuff-in-the-cosmos @hey-there-angels @sonnydoesrandomshit @averyhotchner @laurakirsten0502 @reidyoulikeabook @rem-ariiana @spencerreid9 @vampire-overlord @takeyourleap-of-faith @s1utformgg @violetspoetic @b-a-utiful @aperrywilliams @eevee0722

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

okay, one more shitpost before i log off because 400 things happened in my life today and idk if i can do much besides shout silly goofy things i think of into the tumblr void so here are some sonic characters as artists i associate them with! these aren't like headcanon singing voices it's just a thing my brain does, i'll make that post when i have a functioning brain. anyways...

sonic: artist vs poet

knuckles: kanye west

tails: owl city

amy: literally any rachel berry song in glee but in a good way

big the cat: waterparks idk don't ask

cream: kelly clarkson but like, the good shit. breakaway, my december... yeah. or clairo

rouge: megan thee stallion and other girlboss rappers but not Cardigan Bin i aint doin my bestie dirty like that

shadow: bruno major and not to be basic but mcr

omega: three days grace once again don't ask

espio: falling in reverse but also anything with ronnie i just made a post on this

vector: this might be controversial because he is a canonical music lover but i'm definitely getting classic jazz from him just as a whole

charmy: hmmcmdkdkddk 100gecs 💀

ray: that one dancing in my room song but also baby emo vibes like fall out boy and medium p!atd (pretty odd and doab vibes specifically)

mighty: hollywood undead or 3oh!3 ik he's a sweetheart but i give him a pass to like misogyny music because it does slap ngl

metal sonic: mother mother 🤭 do with this what you will

vanilla: abba or fleetwood mac but also sex pistols as a nancy spungen defender

jet: PIERCE THE VEIL ALL THE WAY

wave: penelope scott but she could definitely pull a paramore or new years day if she wanted. but also i hc her as a percussionist so also rush (RIP neil i love u so much). also doja and rico nasty and willow ok i need to stop picking favES ANYWAYS—

storm: the piano guys because he radiates cello energy

infinite: bring me the horizon i do not take criticism on this one

silver: ... ben platt BUT NOT JUST DEH STUFF LIKE, BEN'S MUSIC TOO and also undertale fan music

blaze: mitski... look i don't make the rules yes i do

eggman: definitely queen but also wham! and listens to the entire make it big album specifically for the interlude for that version of careless whispers (fave track is heartbeat tho)

mephiles: matt maltese and asking alexandria simultaneously

scourge: the cure and hyperaptive

bean: front bottoms but i can't explain why i'm sorry

cosmo: MITSKI LIKE BLAZE THEY CAN TWIN but also the macrobats

marine: florence + the machine

tikal: hozier but also dodie for some reason

fang: ...mccafferty

bark: arctic monkeys and this isn't because polar bear he just radiates those vibes

honey: banshee 🥰

shade: evanescence and i'll elaborate if someone reminds me

maria: girl in red

sticks: definitely stans gaga i don't make the rules yes i do i need to stop saying this

PS: i can't tag every character so i didn't tag sonic knuckles or shadow since their tags get a little more love so if you're seeing this bc i tagged your underrated fave i wanna say ily and i'm gonna try making more content for underrepresented characters and ships so if you ever have a rare request please lmk!!!🥺 i know what it's like to fave a lesser known or liked character so i've gotchu!!! and if your fave wasn't here like maybe helen or comedy chimp or lumina or merlina or whoever i can always make a part 2 because trust me, i have songs for everyone :")

[rattyoakenbitch]

The Hobbit: In My Feelings || Thorin x Elf Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, mentions of blood, mentions of death sadness.

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x (short) Elf Reader

Note: OKAY, I’M SORRY IF THIS SOUNDS STUPID BUT I HAD TO. Basically, Gandalf & Galadriel did the nasty, resulting in a child, which is you. I don’t know if Elves and Wizards can.. you know, but I don’t care. I ship Gandalf & Galadriel wayyy too much and they’d be the coolest parents. Also, I was listening to Lana Del Rey’s “In My Feelings”, which just gave me this sad and sort of angry vibe, so I thought I’d make an imagine sort of releasing all that anger. I don’t know if that made any sense. 

Summary: Thorin Oakenshield, King Under The Mountain, your One, was taken over by dragon sickness. When Bilbo shares a little secret about having the Arkenstone in his possession, you take his side, angering Thorin. 

“It’s a trick! The Arkenstone is here in this mountain!” Thorin’s voice boomed. The king looked down intently at the bargeman, who was tossing the stone up and catching it as if it were a paper ball, only infuriating him more.

“It’s no trick. I gave it to them.” You close your eyes as you hear Bilbo’s words. You both kept the stone a secret, but now you were on edge, thinking about Thorin’s reaction. You were certain he would just about blow up. Thorin slowly turned around, staring Bilbo down, his face unreadable. 

“You?”

“I took it as my fourteenth share,” the hobbit said sheepishly.

“You would steal from me?” Thorin spoke lowly, sending shivers down your spine. “Steal from you? No, no. I may be a burglar, but I like to think I’m an honest one.” Thorin started to approach him, causing more anxiety and pressure to build up inside of you. “I’m willing to let it stand against my claim.”

“Your claim? You have no claim over me, you miserable rat!” Before Thorin could get a hold of Bilbo, you stopped him abruptly, standing in front of the frightened hobbit.

“Thorin, stop. It’s my fault, too.” He still had a hateful look on his face, but his eyes softened as he realized it was you, his One. He processed the words you had just spoke, and furrowed his brows together.

“What are you talking about?”

“Bilbo came to me and told me about the Arkenstone.. I knew he had it since we reclaimed the mountain..”  The tension in the air was high, and it was silent, besides the heavy breathing and the thumping in your chest.

“You..? Out of all people, why you?” He asked, seemingly hurt.

“Can’t you see, Thorin? You’ve become someone else. Ever since we had come to Erebor, all you’ve been talking about was the Arkenstone! Even daring to doubt the loyalty of your own fucking kin! As much as you hate to admit it, you have become your grandfather!” He took a step forward, staring you down like a lion would stalk its prey. But you stood your ground. You knew Thorin would never dare harm you.  “Thorin, we only want what’s best for you.. The stone has turned you into a monster. The dwarf that I met and loved in Rivendell would never dare to doubt his family, nor his friend,” you whispered, tears falling from your eyes. You searched his, looking for any sense of love or remorse. There was nothing in his deep blue eyes. It was empty, only full with greed. Within a second, you were held over the wall by your neck and collar, choking as Thorin’s grip got tighter. 

“Thorin, no!” The Company protested, attempting to stop Thorin. But he shoved them back, keeping you in his grasp. 

“Do not speak to me of love and loyalty, you traitor,” he spat, face twisting up in anger. It was at that moment that you knew Thorin was long gone. He was lost to the sickness, and you were devoid of any solutions to bring him back. You started to feel your chest tighten, and your head grow light. You gave up your struggle, and let yourself die by the hands of your lover. 

“If you do not like my daughter, hand her back to me!” A voice suddenly rang out. You realized it was the voice of your father, who you have not heard from since departing from Rivendell. “You are not making such a splendid figure as King Under the Mountain, are you, Thorin Oakenshield?”  At that, you were carelessly tossed aside back on the wall, gasping for air.  Fili & Kili helped you up, while Bofur assisted Bilbo down the wall.

“I am so sorry,” you cried to them. They simply shushed you by giving you a tight hug.

“Go, now. Save yourself,” Kili said. 

“May we meet again, someday, somehow,” you say last, before following Bilbo down the rope. Once you reached the bottom, you took one more glance at the king, your former love, before hurrying to Dale.

***

Thorin’s POV

I walked into the room where The Company was gathered, upset expressions on their faces. Soon as Kili noticed my presence, he stood up to approach me. “I will not hide behind walls of stone, while others fight our battle for us!” He vented, “It is not in my blood, Thorin.”

“No,” I said calmly. “It is not. We are Sons of Durin. And Durin’s Folk do not flee from a fight.” We hold each other in a short embrace, before I turn to the rest of The Company, who watched with anticipation. “I have no right to ask this of any of you, but will you follow me, one last time?” They all stood up and gripped their weapons, nodding their heads. I scan the room, looking for any signs of Y/N.

“Where is she?” I ask, “Where is my One? Where is Y/N?” Fili looks at the ground with a saddened face before answering. “She left with Bilbo over the wall. Must have fled to Dale or left completely.”

What have I done?

*** You took a seat by the steps of a ruined house, completely spaced out, trying to process what just took place. You had reclaimed Erebor, but for what? To lose your friends. More importantly, the one you were going to wed. But what were you thinking? An elf and a dwarf would never work. They had a big history of being hateful towards one another, and neither families would approve of such marriage, You knew Thorin would be taken by the sickness, but tried to shut out the fact and live an unrealistic fantasy. Because all good things come to an end. Right?

Hours passed since the battle started. Elves, dwarves, men, orcs. You didn’t fight, though. You stayed seated by the abandoned house, ignoring the death and screams around you. As much as you wanted to go back to rejoin The Company, Thorin would probably kill you. He already tried to. Your only love. Because of a stupid stone.

“Y/N! Miss Y/N!” Bilbo called, snapping you out of your daze. You look up at the little hobbit who was running towards you. “Thorin, Kili, Fili, and Dwalin are going to Ravenhill! It’s a trap! We have to warn them!”

You wanted to say “why”? and “let them die”, but as much as you were pained and angry, you knew you couldn’t live with yourself, knowing you left your friends to their death.

“Let’s go.”

You & Bilbo made it to Ravenhill, successfully keeping out of sight from any enemies. But when you made it to the top, it was empty. No dwarves in sight, nor any orcs. You frantically searched the area for any signs of them. When at last, you found all four of them.

“Wait!” Bilbo shouted, instantly making their heads dart your direction. When Thorin’s eyes found yours, he practically ran over to you. “Y/N, I--” You collided the back of your hand with his face, stopping him from finishing his sentence. But shortly after, before he could react, you pulled him into a passionate kiss, as if to say sorry. “Okay, I might have deserved that,” he admitted, pulling away. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I did not see.”

“I love you, Thorin. And I will fight by your side, no matter the circumstance.”

Bilbo awkwardly coughed. “Okay, lovebirds. I hate to break up the cute reuniting kissy moment, but Azog has another army attacking from the north! This watch tower will be surrounded!”

AHHH I was in a rush making this and wasn’t sure if I should continue or just end it here. LMK! 

[xseamus]

⧼  jordan fisher, cismale, he/him   /   KODACHROME by PAUL SIMON + that part of your left eyebrow that never quite grew back after you-know-what, and that singed corner in your apartment that you swore you would clean up but still haven’t gotten around to, and the scorching memories of times you’d rather forget, but still they stay, just like the scar on your brow and the burn in your home. hugging your friends so tight it’s almost too hard to breathe, and even then only letting go when they ask you over and over again. singing and dancing and drinking and causing a ruckus, until the night grows old and there’s hardly anyone left, so you’re left chatting with a warm drink in your hand until finally, finally, you need to sleep.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that SEAMUS FINNIGAN? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the 24 year old [ half blood ] WIZARD is a [ GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a QUIDDITCH COMMENTATOR. ]. i’ve heard they can be quite LIVELY & DETERMINED, but i don’t know… they came off very IMMATURE & HEADSTRONG in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   

hello everyone!!! i’m cas, i’m so excited to be here and write with you all! for the RECORD, this is my first ever golden-trio rp, and therefore my first everrrrr time writing dear seamus, so this is gonna be a fun journey!!!!! pls bear with me while i figure him out <3 (also, i guarantee u i’m gonna forget about the irish accent constantly while i write, so pls use ur imaginations djgkdjgfksdg)

i’ll set y’all up with the classic: “me dad’s a muggle, mam’s a witch. bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.”

so yup, he’s a half-blood! from good ol’ kenmare, ireland, where his father lived most his life - he met seamus’ mother in america on a business trip, and they quickly fell in love. she moved to ireland to live with him, and the rest, as they say, is history. 

she did forget to mention she was a witch until long after they were married and seamus was born, when he first started showing signs of magic by accidentally turning the cat pink, crying, and turning half the carpet the same ugly shade of pink - in that order. 

seamus was is hm.... how 2 say this simply..... a chaotic child. finally turning 11 and getting his hogwarts letter was a big sigh of relief for his parents, who loved him very much but were very excited to finally have some peace and quiet in the household!!!

seamus was equally as excited - the muggle school he was enrolled in was boring, and while he had a decent amount of friends from taking up the title of “class clown,” this paired with the occasional bout of accidental magic got him into a decent amount of trouble. 

some of his favorite things about his time at hogwarts, in no particular order: DADA classes, hogsmeade trips, dean thomas, quidditch games, the rest of his friends, gryffindor parties, great hall feasts.

some of his least favorite things about his time at hogwarts, in no particular order: realizing that he wasn’t that special because now everybody else could do magic too (and many of them were better than him at it), potions classes, quidditch tryouts, most slytherins (he’s a biased lad, what can he say). 

when shit got real, to put it lightly, seamus didn’t want to believe any of it. he was kind of a brat at first (i say as if he still isn’t a big brat constantly), refusing to believe that you-know-who was back and that war was at their doorstep. he argued with his classmates about it constantly, until finally the truth was undeniable and he allowed himself to be dragged (see: he asked if he could come) to the dumbledore’s army meetings. 

and then seventh year, his mom almost didn’t allow him to return to hogwarts because of how bad everything had gotten. she reminded him that he was still just a half blood, and even if things were okay for them at the time, there was no guarantee it would stay that way.

seamus did a lot of growing up that year (better late than never), fully investing in dumbledore’s army and helping the younger students deal with everything going on, all of it culminating with the battle of hogwarts 

the battle of hogwarts was chaotic, hard to place any specific thing - a cacophony of flashing lights and shouting and people falling around him. he remembers three things: 1) blowing up the bridge (while the battle itself could obviously not be described as anything close to fun..... come on, that was pretty great), 2) learning his corporeal patronus was a fox (nice), and 3) watching a curse come at him straight from you-know-who’s wand, only to be blocked by harry potter. 

after all of that, well, it was just a matter of picking up the pieces, wasn’t it? he helped fix up hogwarts where he could, spent some time at home with his parents, and sorted things out. he didn’t ever really give himself time to think about the events of his last year at hogwarts, because he didn’t want to think about it. he still doesn’t ever really talk about it; we love repression, babey! 

after a bit of time at home he decided to move to a very cheap apartment in london bc he wanted to experience the Big City:tm:, where he quickly got a job as a quidditch commentator with [insert generic news station here, cas is tired] which he absolutely fell in love with. he gets to travel to quidditch games all over europe - and the globe during world cup season - and he’s quick to tell people he’s famous in the sports world (hardly true, but some people recognizing his name has gone to his head). in the quidditch off-season (and during some messy overlap), he’s a muggle sports commentator, mostly sticking to tennis. 

he’s a bit of a mess but he’s got a heart of gold, sometimes he just needs a lil shoving in the right direction. he loves his friends & his family more than life itSELF and he’ll do anything (see: anything) for ‘em. unless they do something to piss him off, then they get approx. 1-2 weeks of The Seamus-Free Zone before he drops his grudge and all returns to normal

i’m getting out of control so i’m ending it here but pls plot with me and vibe with seamus thank u the end <3

potential connections:

FIRST OFF i’m down for L I T E R A L L Y anything so if you think lil seamus over here might fit a wanted connection you have PLEASE lmk bc i’d love to do anythingggggg

an ex or two, spicy spicy (seamus is bi so the possibilities are endless, as the kids say)

a roommate (oh my god they were roommates; seamus does like hosting get togethers at their place so they’ll either be chill w/ it and enjoy the parties orrrrr they think seamus is the worst roommate ever)

friendsssss gimme friends of all types for this lad 

enemiessss, seamus is v hotheaded & it’s easy for people to get on his nerves, but it’s also very easy for him to get on other people’s nerves

fellow quidditch fans, he does give out his spare press tickets like candy, feel free to take him up on that offer 

and more! endless possibilities 

lil fun things:

he’s a big mama’s boy, 10,000%, loves his mom so frickin’ much 

in the world of sports commentary, he’s quite popular among younger fans because he’s extremely biased in quite a comedic way, and he’s gathered quite a decent following for being “that funny sports reporter” (which is, yes, his full instagram bio). he’s always put on for a bit of lighthearted fun, it’s rare that he does any extremely serious commentating, but that’s the way he likes it. 

his favorite local team is the Kenmare Kestrals and he’ll never say a bad word about them during games, no matter how bad they play, and during world cup season he obviously always supports ireland. if they don’t make it to the final he nonstop makes quips along the lines of “ireland could’ve done that play better, but we’ll let it slide”

has a french bulldog named gregory, gregory also has an instagram account and has more followers than seamus, don’t bring it up

hosts "small get togethers” (see: parties) in his apartment quite often, thank U silencing charms

good god he’s so very clumsy and is constantly hurting himself (and accidentally setting things ablaze, he doesn’t know how it still happens but it ALWAYS HAPPENS) pls help him

[mcwriting]

starstruck (3)

So after my post earlier about how I’m still planning on writing for Tom, I figured I’d follow through with my promise to post this chapter that I made last week. I like this chapter. It’s kinda cute but still got the “actually we h8 each other” vibe going on.  

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Fandom: Tommo Holland

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader eventually

Setting: LA

Word Count: 1366

Warnings: i actually don’t think there’s any here, but lmk if there should be

Rating: K+ still because nothing’s happened lol

Background: part 3 of my DCOM inspired fic

B/f/n: your best friend’s name

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Previously on starstruck...

Tom’s cologne

You sat up, sniffing around the sheets, pillows, and covers, realizing he had left his scent everywhere. 

“I need to wash these sheets tomorrow” you breathed to yourself in an annoyed tone. 

With that you laid back down, glad that b/f/n wasn’t there to ask whose scent was all over your bed. Though you tried to convince yourself that you wanted the smell gone, had anyone been watching, they couldn’t deny the way you sunk into the bed and the faint smile that made its way to your lips as you drifted into slumber.

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You padded over the sand, exhausted but sticking to your word.

After a quick dance class, you had rinsed off and headed to a lowly populated beach in Malibu, where Tom was supposed to be waiting for you “in disguise.” 

You smiled upon realizing his disguise was a new baseball cap, board shorts, and sunglasses unlike the kind he normally wore. You too were in a disguise of sorts, wearing a flowing sarong over your swimsuit, a white, broad-rimmed floppy hat, and a small beach tote slung over your shoulder.

He was sitting on a bench, looking nervous, probably afraid of getting caught with you again. You sat down at a bench nearby and shot him a text.

Look to your 2 o’clock. Don’t make it obvious

He looked at his phone, then to the left, seconds later realizing 2 o’clock was on his right. You locked eyes and both grinned, then he made his way to you. 

“Fancy meeting you here. It must be fate for us to keep running into each other like this.” 

You gave him a push on the shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this thing over with.”

You walked together along the water, seeing only a few people along the way who were too either focused on the waves or relaxed in the sand to care who was going by. The cool ocean tide distracted from the hot summer air.

“You were right about everyone thinking that picture was me. B/f/n showed it to me yesterday and thought we were ‘like twins.’ I lied about it, but tons of the fan pages who saw the picture from the premiere think it’s me again. What should we do?”

Tom looked down at his sandy feet in thought, both of you stopping and letting the remnants of waves wash up past your ankles.

“I know you ‘don’t like me,’” he used air quotes for emphasis, “so we should play on that, you know. I just won’t make a statement about it and you can go on your Instagram story and say something about it not being you, yeah?”

“So you’re gonna make me do all the work? That’s cold, man,” you joked, nodding at the decent idea. “I think it could work.”

You eventually started walking back towards the parking lot when you distantly heard a man’s voice say “is that Tom Holland? And that girl?”

Your eyes widened and you leaned over to Tom, whispering, “did you hear that too? We need to go.” 

You started walking faster, the soft sand making your calves ache. You began to hear more male voices getting closer and risked a glance over your shoulder. They were beginning to follow you and you made it known to Tom.

“Come on,” he grabbed your hand, “I think I know where we can hide.”

You both began running, his fingers wrapped tightly around your palm, and you let yourself be pulled by him. You ducked around a building, then jogged through a wooded area. Finally, you found a small cement shack.

“Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is?” you pleaded, a terrible smell emitting from it.

“Sorry! It’s the first place I could think of. Plus, it’s big enough to fit us both!”

You shot him an angry look, but stepped into the public restroom anyways, Tom following behind and locking the door. The single roomed bathroom was wet and musty, but thankfully big enough that you didn’t have to press against Tom, though the proximity allowed you to get a whiff of his cologne again.

Maybe later you would remember to ask what he wears. Not because it reminded you of him, but because the smell was relaxing and seemed to put you to sleep (at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself). 

Sunlight flowed in from some open slits between the wall and roof, giving you some decent light to see each other. 

You looked down to see your hands still holding each other’s, highlighted by a stray sunbeam. He followed your gaze and you both let go dangerously fast. 

A few moments later, you heard footsteps and one of the people saying, “God it smells awful here. You really think they disappeared to this nasty beach bathroom?” 

“It’s worth a shot, I’ll knock on the door,” another answered.

There were three bangs on the metal door and you both looked at each other, not knowing what to do. You thought on your feet and decided to say something.

“Hey! This thing’s occupied, give me another ten or fifteen minutes!” you yelled, deepening your voice and doing a random accent that wasn’t your own, the sound echoing around the walls.

“Oh, uh, sorry about that…” the man trailed. They discussed where you and Tom could’ve gone again, admitting defeat and deciding to go back to the city in the hopes they’d find someone else to bother and make money off of. 

You waited another ten minutes after hearing their footsteps leave before peeking outside. With no one in sight, you stepped out into the open again, breathing in some fresh air. 

You waved to Tom, signaling him to follow. You both carefully made your way back through the woods and found yourselves standing near the parking lot, hidden behind a large tree.

“Well, that was fun, I guess,” you wondered aloud, turning to Tom.

“Yeah, we should definitely do it again sometime,” he grinned, you shooting him a glare followed by a grin of your own.

“There’s my car,” you pointed, “I guess we oughta head our separate ways.”

“Oh right, about that…”

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You navigated through the city traffic, glad your car had been returned from the shop but incredibly frustrated that Tom didn’t have his own. 

He made the excuse that his brothers had dropped him off to go hang out somewhere else, figuring that you could just take him to meet them when you were done, not thinking about the potential of being photographed again.

You sat in silence for a bit before finally getting tired of it.

“I’m gonna play some music. Any requests?” you began, opening up spotify on your phone.

Tom shook his head, so you opened up your personal playlist, clicking on your favorite Shawn Mendes song.

“Hey, I really like this song! You know, Shawn Mendes and I actually follow each other on instagram,” he bragged, earning a surprised glance from you.

“That’s actually pretty cool. I enjoy his music a lot.”

Tom agreed and a few seconds later, you began singing along under your breath, and soon after, Tom had joined you.

A couple songs later, and you were both belting the pop songs in your playlist at the tops of your lungs, the commute back towards Tom’s hotel feeling somewhat enjoyable. 

You also couldn’t help but notice that his voice was… good? You were inclined to let him know, but also considered how that could mess with the whole “enemies” thing going on between you.

You snapped back to reality when Tom’s phone rang, the sound piercing the air. You paused the music so he could answer. 

“Hey what’s going on? Uh huh. No, we actually have it handled. I might or might not be with her right now… no it’s fine. Seriously, we are laying low! We’re on the way to the hotel right now. Alright, alright I’ll see what I can do. See you in a few.”

And with that, he hung up, turned to you, and said, “That was my manager. Apparently we’ve got a problem.”

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A/N: there’s part 3, finally! I finished it a few days ago but never got around to posting it. I’m sorry it’s short again, but I think 4 is gonna be longer, but also 4 is gonna have some angsty tension soooo... stick around for that! As always, y’all are awesome and ily.

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