#Garrett hedlund threads

[sci-fi-disney-prince]

Garrett is slowly making his Threads account active 😂

[aconites]

guess who's back from hiatus...! i hope 2025 is treating you well, mine has been quite hectic but things have finally calmed down which means i have time to write again. that being said, if you want to do threads with someone who will message you with random headcanons, musings and create graphics (manips, crackships, edits, etc​ )  for our characters — look no further. i also love to do multiple plots with the same partner. bellow the cut you’ll find a list of wanted faceclaims, opposites, ships and plots that i would love to do and if anything catches your interest please give this post a like and i’ll message you. this is for mutuals & non mutuals, so feel free to like this even if we have threads/plots happening already!

faceclaims i’d love to play!

* adria arjona** * madelyn cline** * melissa barrera** * camila morrone** * greta onieogou** * ana de armas * minka kelly** *cierra ramirez * michelle randolph * sydney taylor* *hannah dodd (in a bridgerton/period plot) * alisha boe (in a bridgerton/period plot) * mickey madison * sophie thatcher* * isabela merced *savannah lee smith * nicole wallace * agatha o'hara * phoebe tonkin** * margot robbie * camila queiroz* *sydney sweeney* *hande ercel * alycia debnam-carey* * simone ashley * melisa pamuk * olivia cooke * maia reficco * grace van patten* * jessica alexander** * meghann fahy * suki waterhouse * adelaide kane (in a bridgerton/period plot) * florence pugh * sophia bush * lily james (in a bridgerton/period plot) * gabriella wilde * sofia carson * danielle rose russell * danielle campbell * abigail cowen* * jenna ortega (v selective) *camila mendes * gemma chan * zendaya * sabrina carpenter

faceclaims i’d love to play against!

* all the ladies above * pedro pascal**** (loml) *damian hardung*** * charlie hunnam*** * ben barnes** * jon bernthal* * joseph quinn * joe keery * oscar isaac* *harris dickinson * theo james *christopher briney * tom ellis * henry cavill * diego luna * michiel huisman * matthew broome * aidan turner * ricky whittle * jamie dornan * richard madden * carlos miranda * garrett hedlund * clayton cardenas * jonathan bailey * jeffrey dean morgan * dj cotrona * alex fitzalan * harry styles * jacob elordi * boyd holbrook

some ships i’d love to do! * any of the above fcs combined tbh. ( m/f or f/f ) * click here for full list since tumblr has a text limit. (under co.)

plots id love to do! *these book based ones.* * this unhappily married dad/babysitter plot. * this angsty/fluffy my best friend is having my baby plot. * * this zombie apocalypse/last of us inspired plot* but also any za plot bc i have a ton of za based muses i'd love to play.* * celeb plots! especially this one. something like two super famous actors hiding their relationship or famous person/non famous plots? or what about muse a being a new neighbor to muse b, who's a famous actor but she has no idea who he is* * single dad/nanny plots! give me something cute and angsty. * escort/client plot where she breaks the most important rule… don’t fall for your client. *single dad/kindergarden teacher plot. i love this tropeeee. * grumpy ceo/soft assistant plots or even a ceo/assistant plot where he's an older millionaire who always end up in failed relationships but then realizes who he's been looking for this whole time is her & her being hearts eyes for him but never thinking he would go for her / there's a no dating policy at the company.*** * royal plots! bridgerton esqued plots! * * f/f socialites plot… blair/selena/upper east side inspired muses but make it gay* *brother's best friend plot. * crimey plots? sons of anarchy inspired? or maybe m.afia/m.ob/gang stuff?*** * bodyguard/client plots bc i’m a sucker for them* * soulmates plot. i have a whole lore i’ve been wanting to write out for ages so ** * sugar b.aby / sugar d.addy plots *  * best friends to lovers plots ( gimme angst) * friends with benefits plots where they're suppose to not catch feelings but ofc they do. gimme jealousy!!!!!! drama!!! *best friend's dad or dad's best friend plots 👀 (everyone over 25+)* *second chance at love plots. *based on the movie something borrowed plot. *a plot where muse a is a bar owner who pays off guys that muse b meets up for blind dates at his bar because he really likes her and she finds out. * *age gap plots in general, i'm a sucker for them (everyone over 25+)** *CLICK HERE FOR MORE BC TUMBLR HAS A TEXT LIMIT.

[theewokingdead]

The Best One - Benny Miller x f!Reader

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!Reader Summary: You and Benny are best friends, but one night together changed everything. Protecting your own heart, you decided it's best to forget. Problem is, Benny doesn't want to - and truthfully, neither do you. Word Count: 3.5k Rating: Explicit Content: Language, Santi is an asshole, idiots in love, friends to lovers, PiV sex, public sex A/N: I listen to "Best Ones" by Garrett Hedlund way too much, sparking this idea. I present...my first Benny Miller smut. Enjoy!

Masterlist

“Then she took my dick in both her hands and sucked the soul out of my body.”

Benny rolls his eyes and shifts in the booth, arms crossed stubbornly over his chest. He cannot bear to look at Santi, but he is stuck here, listening to his nonstop blabbering about his recent sexcapade. His eyes drift upwards to the light fixtures in the ceiling as he desperately tries to focus on anything other than Santi and his stories. But one thought springs into Benny's mind before he can push it away: her…down on her knees. It's a memory he had vowed to bury and never uncover again, but that hasn't stopped him from thinking about it - especially now.

She broke their hungry kiss by pushing against his chest. He tried to pull her back, but she shook her head and slowly dropped to her knees, keeping her gaze locked on his. She was too impatient to do more than tug his jeans down far enough to get what she wanted. His cock sprung free and she wrapped her delicate hands around the base before rubbing the head across her luscious lips. Fuck, she looked so beautiful. When she opened her mouth and took him in, he groaned with pleasure, her cheeks hollowing as she hungrily sucked him. He threaded his fingers through her hair and fucked her greedy little mouth, her name the only thing on his lips as he-

“What about you, Ben?”

Benny is pulled from his memory by the sound of his name. He looks to Santi, realizing he was asked a question.

“What about me?” he asks, feigning ignorance, not really in the mood to satisfy his curiosity.

“You gotten laid lately?” Santi asks.

“Well, no… I mean, yes. I mean, I’ve gotten some,” he stutters, his face going red as the words escape his mouth. He realizes he sounds like a teenager lying to his friends about having had sex.

“Oh, really?” the older man questions, his brows raising in surprise. “When’s the last time you got laid?”

“A few weeks ago, I guess,” Benny says, shrugging his shoulders.             

First, he had Santi’s curiosity. Now, he has his full attention. The man sits back in his seat, watching him with interest, as if he doesn't believe him. “Does she have a name?”

Of course, she has a name. Her name is the perfect complement to her delicate beauty, sweet and gentle. He wishes he could speak it aloud now - the sound of her name on anyone's lips is music, a beautiful melody that sends shivers down his spine.

But he can't.

Nobody at the table knows a thing about his secret encounter with her, and he promised himself that he wouldn’t tell anyone what happened between them. Not even Will. If anyone has their suspicions, Benny is oblivious to it. Besides, there’s nothing to talk about. It had been a single night of passion fueled by alcohol and desire that now belonged in the past, best left as it. She had made it clear that she wanted nothing more. In fact, it sounded like she regretted that anything even happened.

"I'm sorry, Benny. Just forget this ever happened."

Perhaps it would be easier that way; it’s already been several weeks, and it seem she has moved on. He realizes how much he had overestimated her feelings for him. She's always flirted with him, but maybe it was just innocent. That realization kills him. To him, she is everything, but to her, he's just a man – a friend.

Maybe it's best if he moves on and never speaks, never even thinks, of the night again.

But it's impossible - especially when she walks through the door right then.

You slip into the bar and look around, hoping to easily find the boys somewhere in the crowd. As expected, they’re sitting in their usual booth, beers in front of them as they seem to engage in some sort of conversation. A smile spreads across your face as you move toward them.

A warmth floods you when you notice Benny looking at you, his blue eyes shining even in the dim lighting of the bar. You bite your lip and push the memory of the night the two of you shared away. You can’t think of that right now. You can't think about that ever. You can’t think about the way his hands felt on your body, holding your wrists down…and you definitely can’t think about the way his lips felt against yours as his cock shoved every thought out of your head.

You break your gaze and push the thought out of your mind as you walk to the table, forcing yourself to remember that there will never be anything between the two of you, that you two are friends – that you’ll never be anything more than just friends.

“Hello boys,” you say, slipping into the booth next to Frankie, careful to avoid catching Benny’s eyes again. “What did I miss?”

“Benjamin here was just about to tell us about his latest encounter with some saucy señorita,” Santi informs you.

Your heart sinks as you think about Benny with another woman. All color drains from your face and your stomach twists. You know he doesn't have feelings for you, but did he really move on from that night with you that quickly?

“Oh,” you say, feigning interest, trying to keep your best poker face.

“Negative,” Benny replies harshly. “And I sure as hell ain’t about to allow this conversation go any further with a lady present.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. Sure, Benny isn't one to strut around like a peacock - that's more of Santi's thing - but he's also not one to keep tight-lipped.

Santi laughs. “A lady? Her mouth is just as filthy as yours, Ben. So, go on. Tell us more of your adventures. I’m sure she’d love to hear them."

Benny rises from his seat quicker than you’ve ever seen him move, not even in the ring, his face flushed and angry as he glares at Santi. “Back off or I swear-” he growls, tone hard and threatening

Will stands between the two men, looking at his younger brother, holding up a hand to stop him from advancing further towards the other man. “Don’t finish that sentence."

“Can we drop whatever this is, please?” you suggest. Things have been awkward enough lately. The last thing this group needs is strife between Benny and Pope too.

You watch Benny's chest rise and fall with every measured breath. You ache to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin. He catches your eye and you quickly look away, feeling embarrassed and allowing your hands to sink into your lap.

“There's no story to tell,” he says, and you feel his glance on you before turning and walking away.

“Fuck,” Santi sighs, breaking the silence before raising the bottle in front of him and taking a sip. “He needs to save that shit for fight night.”

Frankie gives Santi a sharp whack on the back of his head, making the latter sputter out out his beer.

“Cabrón!" Frankie hisses. "No es obvio, o estás ciego?”

Fortunately, you don't catch the words. Otherwise, it would become obvious that everyone but Santi has picked up on the awkwardness between you and Benny. It really shouldn’t be a surprise that Will and Frankie suspect something happened between you two. You both have been quieter than usual lately, talk to and about each other less, and whenever your eyes meet, you both quickly look away, a telltale sign that something is amiss.

“Excuse me,” you utter before rising from the booth, moving to follow Benny outside. You open the door and search for him, spotting him making a beeline towards his car.

“What the hell was that?” you demand, trailing close behind him.

“Nothing that concerns you,” he replies harshly without losing stride.

“Really, Benny? How can that not be my concern?"

“It’s not your concern because it’s none of your business,” he snaps, whipping around to face you.

You're taken aback by his sudden hostility toward you. “How can you say that?” you question, stepping toward him. “You’re my friend, which means you're my business."

Benny rolls his eyes, which sets a fire in you.

"You’re my god damned business, Benny," you reiterate. "You always have been. I know you better than anyone, and I can tell when you’re upset. So, talk to me.”

His eyes are filled with a mixture of emotions, his face an expression that is a cross between exhaustion, hurt, anger. “I can’t talk to you about something that never happened. I mean, that’s what you want, right? To pretend it never happened?"

You freeze, his words striking you like a punch to the gut. The realization stings you, the reality of what he’s saying finally clicking in your mind. The reason he didn't want to talk about his last sexual encounter was because it was with you.

“I didn't mean it like that,” you reply, crossing your arms protectively.

“Then, can you tell me what you meant? Because clearly, I'm confused.”

You hesitate before speaking, unsure why you said the things you said the morning after. It’s clear that you can’t forget what happened, and you don't want to, but you also don't want to risk ruining your relationship with him and the others, even though it appears that you have already made a complete mess of things.

"Benny, our friendship means a lot to me and I don't want to-"

Benny snorts. “Friendship? Does this look like a friendship?" He's referring to the way things have been the last few weeks. "Our friendship changed the moment you kissed me...and it was destroyed when you ran away, my come still dripping from between your legs.”

Your mouth falls open, Benny’s harsh words hitting you like a slap across the face. You’re not sure if he’s ashamed of what happened, or upset that you’ve been denying it. Either way, you know he’s right: your friendship is fucked.

"I was scared," you confess, tears forming in your eyes. "Terrified that it would ruin us. I had to be the one to put a stop to it, to set boundaries for our friendship, because if you'd been the one to say we should just be friends, it would've broken me.” You take a breath, trying to maintain some control of your emotions. “I'm sorry, Ben. I know things will never be the same between us. If I could go back and change what happened, I would. Please. Can we at least try to move on from this?”

"No," Benny ultimately answers after a moment of silence. His voice is choked with emotion, the gravity of his words heavy in the air.

You look away from him, trying to hide your hurt, but it's too late - the tears streaming down your face speak for you.

"That night was…,” Benny begins. “It's been playing in my head every single day since then, like a movie I can't stop watching." His breathing is ragged as he continues, the intensity in his eyes growing with each passing seconds. "I know I should forget about it, and I know you want me to forget-"

"Ben, that's not-"

"But I’d kill to live that night just one more time," he speaks, his eyes wet and filled with emotion.

Your lips part in surprise as Benny's admission sinks in, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him. The way he’s looking at you though makes you feel like the most wanted woman in the world. It's making it impossible for you to keep your walls up. You’ve wanted him for so long, it’s hard to tell how you could ever turn him away. But you were so afraid that he didn't feel the same way you do.

When you shared that one night together, you told yourself it was the alcohol, the adrenaline, the emotion of the night that pushed you into it. You told yourself a thousand different excuses for why he hooked up with you. You told yourself you both were just caught up in the moment. You told yourself it wasn’t real. You told yourself that Benny could have any woman that he wants - there was no reason for him to choose you. But now, standing before him, watching him stare at you, seeing the look in his eyes, hearing the tone of his voice, you wonder if you’ve been blind to the truth all along.

Despite all the fear and uncertainty between you two, there was something real that happened that night - something neither of you can ignore or deny any longer.

“What are you saying?” you whisper, needing to hear him speak his true feelings, plain and clear.

“I want you,” he tells you. “I’ve always wanted you. You’re beautiful and smart and funny…and you drive me fucking insane. I can’t be in the same room with you without feeling like I am seconds away from taking you right there. I can’t think about anyone else. You are it for me. You are my person…and it fucking kills me that I’m not yours.”

As you look at him, perplexed, it dawns on you that the two of you are both harboring strong feelings for one another, yet completely oblivious to that fact. Has it been this way the whole time? The flirting, the touching, the constant need to be near one another. All these years of friendship...

Laughter bubbles up within you in disbelief, spilling over and out into a fit of giggles.

“What’s so damn funny?” he questions, staring at you like you're crazy - and maybe you are.

“Don't you understand, Benny? You are mine,” you reveal, wiping your eyes in an attempt to compose yourself.

“Bullshit.”

“I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember,” you reveal. “Apparently we’re both too damn stupid to see what’s been right in front of us all along.”

Benny's eyes widen as he looks at you, processing your words. You can almost see the sense of relief wash over him, knowing that his feelings are reciprocated. A smile spreads across his face.

He takes a step forward, the softness in his eyes quickly turning dark. He’s standing mere inches in front of you, the heat from his body taking you by surprise as it washes over you. Your stomach whooshes, and you ache as you wait for him to kiss you, but no kiss comes.

“Say it,” he commands. "I need to hear it. Please."

You take a step closer to Benny, your eyes never leaving his. You grab hold of his button-up shirt, pulling him toward you. Meanwhile, his hands fall to your hips, as if by instinct.

“I love you.”

Benny pulls you closer to him, his lips finally meeting yours. A fire sparks inside of you and you open your mouth to meet his tongue. You’re positive that you only imagined the way his mouth felt on you before, but it can’t be anything like this. It’s like your lips remember him, yearning for him even though several weeks have passed. You moan against his mouth as you cling to him, your body desperate for his touch.

A low growl escapes Benny's lips as his mouth grazes your neck. You lean against his car, feeling intoxicated from the sensations in your body, as your hands explore his shoulders. You feel a giddy thrill, unlike anything you've ever experienced before. His kisses move from your neck to your shoulder, and his hands wander lower. But before things get too carried away, Benny pulls away suddenly and stares into your eyes. He then reaches behind him and opens the back door of his SUV.

“Get in.”

You smile, biting your lip as you slide into the back seat, Benny close behind. As soon as he closes the door, he pulls you onto his lap, and kiss you soft yet urgent. His hands journey down your body, lightly tracing down your arms, across your thighs, over your shirt. He doesn't unclothe you; instead, his palms rest on the curve of your ass as your hands push up against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. You grind against him, pressing yourself down onto his lap as you feel for his arousal. A groan escapes between his lips, and it turns more primal when he clasps your butt tighter. Your mouth moves hungrily against his for several bewitching seconds.

You take the initiative, starting to open his jeans. Your fingers fumble with the button and zipper before you pull down his boxer briefs and free his cock. Benny tilts his head back in pleasure as soon as a hand wraps around it, and he looks down for a moment to watch you stroke him before looking back up at you as your lips press against his. Benny whimpers into your kiss as he reaches out to find the center of your legs, caressing you through the fabric of your pants.

“Baby, please,” he begs.

You lift up and pull your pants down, just enough to expose yourself. Benny follows suit, pushing his jeans down until they are around his ankles. He wastes no time, running a finger through the folds between your legs before you can sink down on him.

“Benny!” you gasp, clutching onto his shirt.

“Now who’s the fucking tease?” he asks before sinking two fingers into you, eliciting a gasp from you. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.”

“Benny,” you plead, leaning your head forward until your forehead touches the top of his hat, the texture of its fabric rough against your skin.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me.”

He nods and grins. “Alright. I’m going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

His straightforwardness causes you to gasp. You can feel yourself dripping for him in anticipation. How could he possibly fuck you better than he did before?

"Then I’m taking you home. We'll spend the night together, make love until we pass out. When sunrise comes, I won't let you go. In fact, I plan on making love to you all over again. Got it?"

You nod vigorously, your mind whirling. Somehow, you manage a reply. “Okay.” It’s simple, but a promise that you'll never leave him again.

Benny pulls his fingers away then positions himself at your entrance. He eases himself into you, your eyes rolling back for a moment before finding his. His lips meet yours again as he slowly pushes deeper into you. You moan against his lips. His movements are smooth and slow, gentle but still raw and powerful.

Your movements match his, rising and falling, your breath in sync. You moan, Benny’s lips finding your neck. He buries his face against you, laying desperate kisses all along your skin as you ride him, faster and faster, letting the intensity build.

“You’re mine,” he rasps before nipping your ear.

“I’m yours.”

He slides a hand up your body, lifting your shirt and your bra with it, exposing your breasts. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. You gasp, feeling your body tense. You feel that familiar tingling sensation start to consume you.

Benny unlatches then looks down at where your bodies join before looking back up at your face. "Look at you," Benny says, his voice low. "Look at you taking my cock. You're gorgeous."

You can't see yourself, but you don't have to. His gaze is burning into you, and it’s like he can see every inch of you. His eyes devour you with hunger, desire, and admiration. You feel beautiful in that moment; dirtier than anything you thought possible.

“I want to watch you come on my cock,” he tells you.

“I’m s-so close.”

Seeming to sense what you need, he moves a hand between your legs, his thumb finding the spot where you’re pulsing.

As you rock on top of him, his eyes never leave you, and the intensity of his gaze is nearly enough to send you over the edge. You can feel yourself getting closer, the anticipation building up inside you until it explodes in a shuddering climax that almost makes you forget who you are or where you are. You cry out, your breath coming in pants.

Benny presses his lips against yours as he slows his movements, and draws out your pleasure until you collapse against him, utterly spent.

You feel the heat of his body, pressed against yours, and the pleasant sense of fullness with his cock still buried inside of you. The air is filled with the smell of sex and sweat as the two of you stay there together in blissful silence for several moments before Benny speaks.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he says softly. “You're incredible. You’re perfect. We just…we have to work on our communication a bit. if we want this to work.”

You chuckle, snuggling against his chest with a contented sigh. This is what happiness feels like - warm and comforting, completely enveloping the two of you in its embrace.

As Benny's breathing begins to settle, he tightens his grip around your body slightly and whispers into your hair:

“In case it wasn’t clear… I love you too.”

[grimmusings]

this is a permanent starter call for my television muses. crossovers + aus welcome!

🥊 Alvey Kulina ⭒ Kingdom ⭒ Frank Grillo 🩶 Andy Barber ⭒ Defending Jacob ⭒ Chris Evans 🩷 Betty Cooper ⭒ Riverdale ⭒ Lili Reinhart 💵 Bill Bevilaqua ⭒ Tulsa King ⭒ Frank Grillo 🥂 Carter Baizen ⭒ Gossip Girl ⭒ Sebastian Stan 💚 Fangs Fogarty ⭒ Riverdale ⭒ Drew Ray Tanner 🕶️ Jay Kulina ⭒ Kingdom ⭒ Jonathan Tucker ⚔️ Malcolm Bright ⭒ Prodigal Son ⭒ Tom Payne 🍺 Mitch Keller ⭒ Tulsa King ⭒ Garrett Hedlund 👔 Nate Archibald ⭒ Gossip Girl ⭒ Chace Crawford 💪 Nate Kulina ⭒ Kingdom ⭒ Nick Jonas 🦾 Teddy Flood ⭒ Westworld ⭒ James Marsden 💜 Toni Topaz ⭒ Riverdale ⭒ Vanessa Morgan

may dm for plots / may just be chaos. feel free to specify your muse, or i’ll try to leave it open-ended!

(comments only; i’ll assume a like is just you being supportive, and i’ll promptly forget a message.)

⭒ mutuals given priority. ⭒ ocs welcome if you have active threads with mine.

[gallowsheart]

starter call for some of my contemporary muses with few/no threads!

🪷 Persephone Bell ⭒ sorority girl ⭒ Riley Voelkel 🎶 Tommy Blair ⭒ musician ⭒ Dougie Poynter 💅 Emerson Calloway ⭒ trophy wife ⭒ Yvonne Strahovski 👠 Kara Cavalleri ⭒ fashionista ⭒ Victoria Justice 🎨 Roger Cavalleri ⭒ painter ⭒ Matthew Daddario 🏍️ Kian Donnelly ⭒ stunt performer ⭒ Stephen Amell 🧋 Holland Monroe ⭒ southern belle ⭒ Madelyn Cline 🐴 Rio Monroe ⭒ rancher ⭒ Wilson Bethel 🚬 Andrew Parker ⭒ sex worker ⭒ Bill Skarsgård 🩺 Mackenzie Slater ⭒ medical resident ⭒ Natalie Portman 🖌️ Erin Zimmerman ⭒ artist ⭒ Madison Iseman 😱 Ian Zimmerman ⭒ horror writer ⭒ Garrett Hedlund

⭒ comments only (i’ll assume a like is just you being supportive, and i’ll promptly forget a message) ⭒ specify your muse, or i’ll try to leave it open-ended ⭒ may dm for plots / may just be chaos ⭒ mutuals given priority

[rightcous]

rightcous, a dependent mumu for devilselbowhq featuring:

grant reed. 38. garrett hedlund. intro. threads. archie mirza. 39. riz ahmed. intro. threads. + muse page

[mermaidxatxheart]

Ribbed*

You guys, I am feral for this man. And you can thank @musings-of-a-rose for this story.

Pairing: Benny Miller x Reader

Word Count: 2117

Warnings: smut. unprotected sex. Garrett Hedlund, who needs a warning all on his own.

Master List

The paper fan swings back and forth in your hand lazily. It doesn’t do much to dispel the stifling heat in your apartment, or the heat radiating from your body. But mentally, you have to be doing something. Stop drinking would probably help, but why would you do something stupid like that?

Benny Miller, your brother’s best friend is propped next to you on your couch, working on his 8th jack and coke. You have him beat by about three and a half drinks.

The air conditioning is currently out in your apartment, going on the second week. You’ve put in several requests, but they’ve all gone unanswered. So, you asked your brother’s best friend to try and figure it out. But it stumped him, so the both of you resorted to drinking. Why? Dunno, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. You drag an ice cube across your chest, not caring how the quickly melting liquid seeps into your thread-bare tank top. 

Benny lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and your eyes catch on his abdomen. Muscles on muscles. He’s so ripped, even his sides have washboard abs. Okay, maybe you’re drunk, but god damn, you can’t help but stare. Beautiful mother fucker. You’d love to smack the good looks right off his fucking face. 

You don’t quite manage to smother the laugh that escapes and he looks at you.

“What?” He asks, his own lips twitching up into a grin, even though he doesn’t know why. 

“Benny, what the fuck?” You gesture and he looks down at himself. 

“What?” He repeats. He drops his shirt and picks his hat up off his head. He scratches his fingers through his soft hair before tucking the hat back securely backwards on his head once more. The move entrances you, turning you on for some unknown reason. Mysterious kink. Why is the hat a thing?

“Nothing.” You mumble, downing a big gulp of your drink. You’re gonna need a refill in a moment. 

“Didn’t seem like nothing.” He challenges. 

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t wanna say it.” You shake your head, the fan fanning a little faster now as if you can wave the words out of your brain. But they repeat on a loop and you know if he pushes you, you’ll come right out and say it. And that would be embarrassing. 

He grabs your wrist, stopping the fan and making you look at him. His eyebrows arch up in the middle end, giving him the softest puppy dog look and you’re melting. “Tell me?” He says, and you know it’s a fucking ploy. You’ve seen that look on him when he’s flirting with girls at the bars, but you never once thought it would work on you. Lord, were you wrong. 

“Fuck.” You exhale roughly. “Fine. I was just thinking that you’re ribbed for her pleasure.” You rush and he stares at you for a long minute. 

He sits back and you think maybe he’s gonna leave, or make fun of you. Either option isn’t ideal. What you don’t expect is him to sit forward and peel off his sweaty shirt, revealing his taut, rippling muscles in all their glory. “Okay.” He says, adjusting himself on the couch and you’re staring at him. 

“What?”

“Ribbed for your pleasure.” He says, patting his abs. “Come on.” The thin gold chain around his neck glints in the dim light, distracting you for just a second. 

“You can’t be serious.”

“You’re the one who said it, sweetheart. You think about riding me a lot?”

“That’s not-“ you stammer.

“Not what?” He prompts. 

“The point.” You finish lamely and his grin widens. 

“You afraid?” He challenges. You shake your head. “I won’t let you fall. Come on.” He repeats. “I know you’re going through a dry spell. I am, too.” 

Fuck. Are you really going to do this? Could you even orgasm from doing something like this? Thigh riding has never really been your thing. But maybe… 

You stand up from the couch and he grins. 

“That’s my girl.” He says proudly and your knees get weak. You’re such a slut for praise and he seems to know it. You move to straddle his abs but he stops you by holding up one of his long fingers. “These need to come off, baby.” He says, slipping said finger up the closest leg of your cotton shorts. 

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and sliding them down your thighs slowly. He watches like a hawk and you feel the temperature in the room rising quickly. 

“Pretty girl.” He praises softly and you’re steadily getting slick between your thighs. He takes your hands and guides you closer. “Knee here.” He cups the back of your knee and you jerk, not realizing how much it tickles. He grins. 

“Sorry.” You mumble but he just shakes his head. 

“Tickle spot noted.” He guides your knees, without touching them, to either side of his waist. You can feel him under you, all solid and warm. 

Fuck. 

He guides your hands to his broad shoulders, letting you lean forward over him. “Use me.” He says softly. “Let me be your leverage.” His big hands slide down your thighs, squeezing the flesh there and you rock forward slowly, cautiously. He hums approvingly and you squeeze your eyes shut against the sight of him under you. Your brother’s best friend, the guy who’s supposed to be off limits. 

His hands blaze a burning trail up your thighs, over your hips, under the back of your shirt where he unclasps your bra with practiced ease. You feel the release of your breasts and it triggers something primal in you. You rock a little more purposefully now. He pulls the bra straps off your shoulders, freeing it from under your shirt. He presses the lacy fabric to his nose for a second and hums before tossing it over the back of your couch. His blue eyes stay trained on your face as he pulls on your hair tie, freeing your hair so it spills down around your shoulders. 

“That’s it.” He mumbles, brushing some back behind your ear. “So fucking pretty.” His thumb strokes along the corner of your mouth and your lips separate, breathing heavily. He slips his thumb inside and you wrap your lips around it, sucking and rubbing it with your tongue, lost in delirium as you grind on his stomach. His free hand, that isn’t in your mouth, slides up the front of your shirt, cupping your breast. He brushes over your sensitive nipple, teasing it into a point, drawing a desperate moan from you. 

“Oh fuck.” He exhales, watching you. He guides you forward, arching your back slightly and you hit a whole different angle on your clit. You whimper, grinding faster, chasing your pleasure. “Yeah, sweetheart. Come on.” He urges. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth and tugs your shirt over your head, tossing it with your bra. 

He guides you up higher, getting you better purchase, and also allowing him to mouth at your nipples. His hands squeeze your hips,your ass, urging you faster. The friction is just right, his hot mouth and tongue are perfect on your nipples and you’re about to cum. Your rhythm falters and your body locks up as an orgasm floods your system. You gasp out his name, unable to move as it grips you. 

He kisses up your chest, sliding you down to his thighs and supporting you. “Look what a mess you’ve made. So pretty when you cum.” He praises, touching the slick covering his abs. “Such a good fucking girl.” He licks it off his fingers, watching you. 

You hold his gaze for a second before pulling his hand away and kissing him deeply. Tongue and teeth and lips clashing as you knock his hat off his head. Your fingers curl into his silky hair, pulling on it as you kiss him with a fierce desperation. He moans, rocking his hips up against yours. 

In one swift motion, he stands up and flips you over onto your back on the couch. “Later, I’m gonna eat you until you can’t fucking stand. But right now, I’m so goddamn hard it hurts.” He mutters, shoving down his jeans. His cock is rising up to meet you and you reach for it, mesmerized by the thick vein spiraling up to the tip. He grabs your hand, stopping you. He strokes it once and kneels between your thighs. 

He pauses, the crown resting at your entrance. “Can I?” He asks softly and you nod, banding your legs around his hips. 

“I’m gonna cry if you don’t.” You promise. He pushes toward and your head falls back as he enters you. The stretch. Oh fuck, oh fuck. 

You whimper, holding onto his straining biceps. He’s struggling to go slow so he doesn’t hurt you, you can tell that much. His arms are shaking, his eyes are slightly unfocused on your face. His hair, no longer trapped by his old ball cap, is hanging in his pretty face. The gold chain is hanging down, swinging gently as he slides in slowly. 

“Trying not to-“ he mutters and you roll your hips, begging him to fill you. 

“Gimme.” You plead, brushing his hair back. “Gimme. I can take it.” You promise. 

He hesitates for a long second before thrusting in completely. You arch off the couch, mouth falling open as you cum instantly around him. Fuck, he feels so amazing inside you, so thick, so full, so deep. A throaty whine escapes you but that’s nothing compared to the feral growl he releases. Your fluttering walls are clinging to his every inch, stroking and kissing along his shaft. 

“Baby,” he groans, shifting his arms. You wrap your thighs around him, urging him on. He pulls out and thrusts back in, picking up speed and depth as he pounds into you. Your name is a ghost on his pretty lips as he falls into you. He drops to his elbows, nearly all his weight on you now. 

“Benny,” you moan in his ear and he fucks you faster. You roll your hips, pulling on his shaft and grinding him against your clit. Whimpers fall from your lips as you wind your arms around his broad shoulders. “Harder.” You beg and he looks down at you, his pupils blown wide, needy. His hand grips your thigh, holding you in place as he starts to rut inside you, his thrusts becoming shorter and harder as he reaches deeper into your velvety tightness. 

“So good.” He moans in your ear. “So fucking good, baby.” He praises, burying his face in your neck. The chain drapes against your throat, cool in the humidity of the room. You flex your wall around him, urging him deeper. 

Your third orgasm is fast approaching, it’s going to hit you like a wall, you can feel it. He’s fucking you so good. He bites along your neck, finding the perfect spot and you practically levitate into his chest as you cum again. You’re so fucking wet it’s dripping down your ass. Your body locks up around his as you cum, vision dimming, legs shaking, whimpers and gasps escaping. 

“Oh fuck, baby girl. That’s it. Cum on my cock.” He praises, pressing you tight into the couch. “Gripping me so good.” He moans, fucking into you faster. “Gimme one more. I’m so close. Want you to cum again.” He pleads. “Wanna feel you cum on me again.” He kisses up your neck, making his way to your lips as he pounds you stupid into your couch. 

Your whimpers are growing in volume, you’re so sensitive now, so close. He never really gave you a chance to come down. He kisses you desperately, messily. Your nails dig into his back and he growls possessively. 

“Please, please.” He whispers and you lift your hips to meet his thrusts. “Where? Baby, where can I cum?” He rushes, his breath skating across your cheek.

“I-inside.” You mumble. 

He reaches between your bodies and strums your clit rapidly. You cry out, cumming once more and gripping his shaft so tightly he can barely move. He thrusts in deep and unleashes a torrent of cum, burying his face in your neck. You can feel him sucking a mark, but you’re too fucked out to care. He finishes pumping inside you, rocking slightly before stilling. He looks down at you softly, brushing your hair back. He kisses you softly, his lips tender against yours now. 

Now what?

@everythingisoverrated @musings-of-a-rose

[skvatnavle]

Triple Frontier vs. Predator?! Okay, this I have to know more about, please! 🙈

I think this one goes under the term "crack fic" 😆

It started as this rather thirsty thread with @wardenparker and it just took on a life of its own for the next two hours or so 😂

We agreed that we NEEDED a fic with Pedro Pascal, Oscar Isaac, Charlie Hunnam, Garrett Hedlund, Boyd Holbrook and Tom Hopper, sooo...

Queue me, simply trying to squeeze 6 Very lovely men into a sex pollen fic with reader and throw in the threat of a Predator. It's gonna be a doozy 😆

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[ageeksnerdyworld]

Since it's like 3AM and I can't sleep I'm gonna watch a movie I've been meaning to watch for a while. I apologize in advance for my inevitable movie watching, spam-like, thread/rant. It's time to watch... Four Brothers. The movie stars Mark Wahlberg, Tyrese Gibson, André Benjamin & Garrett Hedlund.

[cxncordia]

All I want for Christmas... is you!

This is a list of most wanted FCs and plots for this season. If you got any of these and would like to play with me, hit me up and let’s plot it.

For my bottoms:

I am desperately looking for a dom top Matt Barr playing a stereotypical masculine role (cowboy, warrior, army, spy) so that he could fuck the living shit out of one of my bottoms (or femmes if you want).

I am desperately looking for a dom top Garrett Hedlund or Chris Wood to play a very naughty and very taboo incest plot between an older and younger sibling traveling to another country in the Holidays and passing as husbands.

I am also looking for a Michael Trevino or Tom Ellis to be the older brother / Dad to a friend of my character. My muse is coming to your house for a sleep over and when everyone is asleep, my muse slides into your muses room to wake the other with a very kinky blowjob.

And finally, I am looking for somebody to play a Dad and a Son against me. Plot is simple: my muse is interested in the Dad, but to make it work and not raise a suspicion, he’s also seduced the Son. So after being fucked thoroughly by his “boyfriend”, my muse goes to the Dad’s room to get fucked yet again. Recommended FCs for this against me: Justin Hartley / Mason Dye or Alexander Ludwig

For my tops:

Any plot against a Matt Daddario for any of my tops. We can figure out the idea together. 

A plot where Eddie Diaz falls in love with Jack Gibson, from Station 19.

A thread where Enzo gets to fuck Sebastian Stan or Richard Madden after seducing them at a fancy party. Top points if Seb Stan or Madden are spies against Enzo.

A thread where Jacob, as his demon self, is passing as a priest and leading a coven of witches, all passing as a Coventry of nuns. I’d be more than happy if you can give me each one of the nuns against my demon son who will be, more than ready, to defile all of his wives.

[justxaxstory]

☀ What’s an FC that you desperately want to play with? Why?

Ohhh ... interesting question. Usually it isn’t so much about the FC as much as the FC combined with a certain personality that I think is hot. Like I love Bjorn with brunettes such as Hailee Steinfeld, Becky G, Nina Dobrev or Camilla Mendes but not when they are snarky or rude to him. Unless we are playing a deliberately dark thread, my Bjorn muse is instantly put off by it and I usually can’t get it back.  It can sometimes work as a friendship but usually smuts off the table.

For Ivar, he likes someone with more fire who then submits to him. He loves it when strength bends under him. I also enjoy him with muses with interesting eyes or fair/bright hair like Garrett Hedlund, Dove Cameron, Madeleine Petsch, Elizabeth Olsen, and similar. I could keep going. He’s really not a picky muse when it comes to attraction. 

For Ubbe, I’m still exploring him but I can see him being very into short girls or even men who are shorter than him. He is a rather protective soul really. He wants someone to belong to him, in a very intense way. Give him punks, sassy souls, and flirtation. He can be the staid man to provide a sweet, safe place for his firebrand.

[sci-fi-disney-prince]

He uploaded on Threads today 🫨

[aconites]

hello!  i’m loving all the threads i have going on right now and i would love to add more to the mix so this is a plotting call for those who might be interested in writing with me!  if you want to do threads with someone who will literally message you at 3am with random headcanons, musings and create graphics (manips, gifs manips, crackships, etc​ )  for our characters — look no further. i also have no triggers, am sm.ut friendly and i love to do multiple plots with the same partner. bellow the cut you’ll find a list of wanted faceclaims, opposites, ships and plots that i would love to do and if anything catches your interest please give this post a like and i’ll message you. this is for mutuals & non mutuals, so feel free to like this even if we have threads/plots happening already!

faceclaims i’d love to play!

* ana de armas** * greta onieogou* * melissa barrera* * phoebe tonkin* * margot robbie* * camila queiroz* * sydney sweeney* * ayca aysin turan * hande ercel * alycia debnam-carey * zoey deutch* * simone ashley * melisa pamuk* * adria arjona * anya chalotra * olivia cooke * kristine froseth * grace van dien * grace van patten * jessica alexander* * madelyn cline* * madison bailey * priscilla quintana* * meghann fahy * benedetta porcaroli * camila morrone * riley keough * suki waterhouse* * adelaide kane* * florence pugh* * crystal reed * sophia bush * ester exposito * lily james * lily collins * gabriella wilde* * sofia carson * josephine langford * danielle rose russell * danielle campbell * abigail cowen* * halston sage * camila mendes * brianne howey * gemma chan * eiza gonzalez * lindsey morgan * zendaya * sabrina carpenter * candice swanepoel * elsa hosk * jasmine tookes * emily ratajkowski

faceclaims i’d love to play against!

* all the ladies above * pedro pascal** * ben barnes* * joseph quinn* * joe keery* *christopher briney* * henry cavill * ricky whittle * casey deidrick* * jd pardo * jamie dornan * adam demos * richard madden * sam clafflin * scott eastwood * garrett hedlund * drew starkey * clayton cardenas * jonathan bailey * jeffrey dean morgan * rudy pankow * felix mallard * dj cotrona* * charlie hunnam* * sebastian stan* * alex fitzalan * dylan o’brien* * nick robinson * manny montana  * chris evans* * harry styles * jacob elordi * boyd holbrook

some ships i’d love to do!

* any of the above fcs combined tbh. ( m/f or f/f ) * pedro pascal & ana de armas* * pedro pascal & phoebe tonkin* ( bonus points for an apocalypse plot ) * pedro pascal & alycia debnam-carey ( bonus points for an apocalypse plot ) * pedro pascal & adria arjona * pedro pascal & melisa pamuk * pedro pascal & margot robbie * ben barnes & phoebe tonkin* * ben barnes & ana de armas* * ben barnes & camila queiroz* * ben barnes & adelaide kane * ben barnes & margot robbie * ben barnes & alicia vikander * ben barnes & sydney sweeney* * christopher briney & josephine langford* * christopher briney & madelyn cline* * christopher briney & kristine froseth * christopher briney & sydney sweeney* * manny montana & camila queiroz  ( especially in a crime based plot ) * manny montana & ester exposito * manny montana & camila mendes * manny montana & eiza gonzalez * dylan o’brien & danielle rose russell * dylan o’brien & camila queiroz ( especially in a crime based plot ) * dylan o'brien & kristine froseth * dylan o'brien & alycia debnam-carey * ana de armas & margot robbie* * suki waterhouse & camila morrone* * casey deidrick & danielle campbell* * casey deidrick & priscilla quintana * casey deidrick & ana de armas * casey deidrick & phoebe tonkin* * casey deidrick & sydney sweeney* * camila mendes & jessica alexander * charlie hunnam & margot robbie * charlie hunnam & lily james * charlie hunnam & sophia bush * charlie hunnam & ana de armas * charlie hunnam & phoebe tonkin* * charlie hunnam & sydney sweeney * ben barnes & adelaide kane ( royal/bridgerton era plot )* * ben barnes & bruna marquezine  ( royal/bridgerton era plot ) * ben barnes & anya chalotra  ( royal/bridgerton era plot )* * rege jean-page  & anya taylor joy  ( royal/bridgerton era plot )* * rege jean-page  & lily james ( royal/bridgerton era plot )* * jonathan bailey & lily james  ( royal/bridgerton era plot )* * henry cavil & florence pugh ( royal/bridgerton era plot ) * * henry cavill & adelaide kane  ( royal/bridgerton era plot )* * henry cavill & lily james  ( royal/bridgerton era plot )* * daniel charman & adelaide kane  ( royal/bridgerton era plot )* * daniel sharman & jodie comer  ( royal/bridgerton era plot ) plots id love to do! * single dad/nanny plots! give me something cute and angsty. * * escort/client plot where she breaks the most important rule… don’t fall for your client* * this unhappily married dad/babysitter plot. * * grumpy ceo/soft assistant plots.* * royal plots! bridgerton esqued plots! * * f/f socialites plot… blair/selena/upper east side inspired muses but make it gay* * college professor/teacher’s assistant plot.  ( everyone 23+ tho ) * * college professor/student plot. ( everyone 23+ tho ) * * this zombie apocalypse/last of us inspired plot* but also any za plot. * celeb plots! especially this one. something like two super famous actors hiding their relationship or famous person/non famous plots?* * crimey plots? sons of anarchy inspired? or maybe m.afia/m.ob/gang stuff?* * bodyguard/client plots bc i’m a sucker for them* * soulmates plot. i have a whole lore i’ve been wanting to write out for ages so * sugar b.aby / sugar d.addy plots ( everyone 23+ tho ) *  * best friends to lovers plots ( gimme angst) CLICK HERE FOR MORE BC TUMBLR HAS A TEXT LIMIT.

[fragilelcngs-blog]

INTRODUCING…. me.

hey, babes !! my name’s dee, and i’m very new around here. i’m twenty-three, live in the est, and use she/her pronouns. i’m a moody aquarius, chaotic neutral, and infp for those of you that are into literally anything that will tell you about your personality like me. i’m legit so painfully shy but i’m so down for plots, threads, and ships of all kinds so please bring me whatever your little hearts desire !!! i’m so stoked to be here and write with y’all it’s INSANE, and my ims are ALWAYS open for screaming about plotting, sharing headcanons, or making friends !! i only have two triggers that i feel should be mentioned and those are anything involving heavily graphic or explicit mentions of self-harm or pedophilia. otherwise, i’m good to go but please let me know if i miss something and don’t tag or give a content warning for any of your triggers !!!

INTRODUCING…. the muses.

HEATHER VINCENT, phoebe tonkin, ( 26 ) + screwtape by cane hill.

JANIE FOLEY, holland roden, ( 21 ) + disco tits by tove lo.

CARCOSA LUSK, lucy hale, ( 23 ) + ain’t no grave by johnny cash.

MICKEY ST. CLAIR, lynn gunn, ( 24 ) + soon be gone by boots.

VERONICA ST. CLAIR, carlson young, ( 21 ), + hotter than hell by dua lipa.

EVE RAYNER, holland roden, ( 27 ), + when the levee breaks by led zeppelin.

VALERIA PADILLA, eiza gonzalez, ( 27 ), + down by stone temple pilots.

MOLLY STARRETT, madelaine petsch, ( 22 ), + ultraviolence by lana del rey.

BRITNEY STARRETT, katherine mcnamara, ( 20 ), + come as you are by nirvana.

NIKKI FREY, maggie lindemann, ( 19 ), + baby i’m dead inside by kopps.

INTRODUCING…. wanted plots.

oh wOW alright so i’m gonna be basic for a second and tell y’all that i fucking love angst. i mean, fluff’s great and all, but my heart truly lies with the gritty, toxic, dysfunctional, and fucked up. i’m also a huge fan of anything having to do with crime so if you ever wanna do any crime plots come my way !!!  it’s also no secret that i’m a very big fan of age gaps ( obvs not with minors because GROSS ). but seriously, give me everything. friends or exes or enemies to lovers, two toxic people that know they should walk away from each other but can’t live without the other, criminals on the run, any kind of criminal or bad influence with pure characters that have hearts made of gold, characters that go through something horrible together and become each other’s lifeline because they’re the only ones that understand, secret and / or taboo relationships, slowburn and unrequited love, exes that reconnect under literally any kind of circumstances, etc. i’ll link some good examples of my favorite plots so you can get a feel for what i’m describing !!!

x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x are all some ( hopefully ) pretty good examples !!

i’m also always down for plots away from the romantic side of things. i LOVE giving my characters ride or dies, enemies, exes, family, or anything else you can think of. the more unique the connection the better !! legit one of the best relationships i ever played out in an rp was between carcosa and another girl. totally platonic, but it was such a rich and fucked up dynamic that was full of toxicity and power struggles and manipulation and backstabbing, but also drunken benders and risky adventures and late night confessions, and those were easily some of the funnest threads and plotting sessions i’ve ever had. so please, like i said, give me all of the connections.

INTRODUCING…. the favorites.

i’m totally gonna break this down into quick lil sections because i have a lot of favorite things lmao so here you go !!!

SHIPS

tbh i have so many favorite crackships so pls don’t even get me started on those ?? but i love both f/f and m/f ships and have absolutely zero preference when it comes to which one we do. i’m also a huge fan of poly ships and i’ll never say no to having multiple ships/plots/threads with the same person. i’m very much a multi-ship kinda gal so as long as it’s cool with my writing partner(s) i tend to assume each ship is in it’s own little verse unless otherwise discussed. though i’m totally down for and love ic drama so don’t be afraid to approach me about ships existing in the same timeline !! i’m a fan of everything from the sickly sweet and fluffy to the fucked up, toxic, and angsty so just give me all of the ships because tbh i’m a slut for ‘em.

FACES

alright so some of my favorite faces to play are holland roden, lucy hale, phoebe tonkin, eiza gonzalez, madelaine petsch, katherine mcnamara, dove cameron, halsey, emma greenwell, maggie lindemann, emmy rossum, madison davenport, lynn gunn, vanessa morgan, carlson young, deborah ann woll, and maggie siff. some of my favorite ladies to play against are zoey deutch, lindsey morgan, kat graham, vanessa morgan, dua lipa, eliza taylor, adelaide kane, candice patton, dove cameron, arden cho, chloe bennet, vanessa hudgens, danielle campbell, ashley benson, margot robbie, blake lively, ginny gardner, angelina jolie, emeraude toubia, meghan markle, and zoe kravitz. some of my favorite fellas to play against are charlie hunnam, jon bernthal, dj cotrona, charles melton, manny montana, oscar isaac, andy biersack, andrew lincoln, chris evans, bob morley, garrett hedlund, tom hardy, jason momoa, tyler posey, michael b. jordan, frank grillo, jeffrey dean morgan, dom sherwood, jensen ackles, skeet ulrich, and froy gutierrez.

EXTRAS

 just for fun, here’s a mismatched list of some of my favorite things across the board !! snakes, glitter, the colors purple, teal, and black, dogs, iced coffee, horror movies, outlaw bikers, drag queens, classic rock, vinyl records, bath and body works, geodes, mexican food, pulp fiction, the moon and stars, tattoos, neon lights, iasip, succulents and cacti, richard siken, candles, myths and folklore, metallic lipstick, sons of anarchy, and concerts.

INTRODUCING…. future plans.

tbh i hope to get a lot of things out of this group. i’m hoping to find a safe space to let my creativity run wild and a home for my muses where they can constantly grow and develop through interactions with other characters, in-depth plots, and my own exploration the more i write with them. i’m also hoping this will be a good opportunity to make friends, since i’m very much a loner and some of the best people i’ve met have been through the world of roleplaying. i definitely want to push my muses and challenge myself to be a better writer here, and i hope to help out those of you that are seeking the same things in your journey !! i’m already planning on adding some more muses in the very near future ( because i have ZERO impulse control ), and as far as future plans for plots go i want EVERYTHING. romantic, enemies, exes, familial, platonic, and literally anything in between. i would definitely love some slowburn ships where our characters don’t just fall in love overnight. i’d also be so down for exploring the dynamics of age gap relationships. not just the taboo aspect of them but like the differences in generations, the potential repercussions, the ups and downs and the times where they’re not sure if they can make it work.

INTRODUCING…. why i said fuck it.

i mean who hasn’t felt like saying fuck it to the rpc ??? i’ve been rping for several years, about six of those years have been on tumblr and as much love as i can have for this community at times, most days it’s just fucking exhausting. i feel like it’s mostly become a very toxic, judgmental, and honestly shallow place. i hate the expectation groups put on members these days with activity checks and whatnot because honestly who even has the time to write every single day ????? or y’know sometimes we just don’t feel like it ?????? i know for me personally between my mental health and irl responsibilities i just don’t have the time or energy to be on every two days. and plus a lot of them are cliquey af or die in a week or are riddled with petty drama so i tend to avoid them altogether. i joined the indie community in hopes of rping on my terms and while i def feel like that was a step in the right direction, it’s still a very exclusive community at times and i’ve had difficulty fitting in. there’s still a lot of ugliness towards female ocs or muns that exclusively play females and tbh i’m over it ??? i decided to give this group a try because i love the idea of the indie format but in a group, making it easier to plot with people and put yourself out there. tl;dr i decided to say fuck it because the community’s gone downhill and i needed a change.

[trendsdresscom]

Emma Roberts looks ready for anything in a jumpsuit as she browses the racks at H&M with her mother

She spent the previous day getting close to her new boyfriend Garrett Hedlund.

Emma Roberts had a bonding session with her mother Kelly Cunningham on Monday as the two went shopping for new threads in Burbank, California.

The 29-year-old American Horror Story star stepped out in a chic jumpsuit as they made some purchases at the fast fashion store H&M. 

Retail therapy: Emma Roberts, 29 had a bonding session with her mother Kelly Cunningham on Monday as the two went shopping for new threads at an H&M in Burbank, California

Emma was covered up in her crisp beige jumpsuit, but she managed to add some color to her ensemble with a cute pair of pink and white plaid flats.

She stayed on theme with a hot pink Louis Vuitton handbag with a thick strap slung around her shoulders.

The 5ft2in star of the hunt had her dirty blonde tresses parted down the middle and tied back in a bun, and she rounded out her look with beige sunglasses.

Spicing it up: Emma covered up in a beige jumpsuit, but she managed to add some color to her ensemble with a cute pair of pink and white plaid flats and a hot pink Louis Vuitton handbag

Switcheroo: She grabbed some outfits while at H&M, but her mother Kelly Cunningham got stuck carrying the bag as they departed

She was accompanied to the mall by her mother, who wore a black coat, dark jeans and sunglasses.

She picked up multiple items while searching through H&M, though her mother ended up carrying the bag as they left the store.

Emma wasn’t ready to call it a day yet, so after changing outfits she headed out to a movie.

She was seen exiting her car in Los Angeles, now in a bustier-style black turtleneck and high-waisted jeans.

She wore a cool pair of cat eye glasses and black and white checker sneakers.

Quick change artist: Emma wasn’t ready to call it a day yet, so after changing outfits she headed out to a movie

Back in black: She was seen exiting her car in Los Angeles, now in a bustier-style black turtleneck and high-waisted jeans

Low key: She wore a cool pair of cat eye glasses and black and white checker sneakers

The day before, Emma cozied up with her boyfriend Garrett Hedlund during a visit to a flea market in LA, though they didn’t end up buying anything.

She’s been dating the Triple Frontier actor since March of last year, when she ended her tumultuous relationship with her former fiancé (and American Horror Story co-star) Evan Peters.

The couple began dating in 2012 after starring together in the film Adult World, and they would appear together in four seasons of American Horror Story.

New love: Emma spent the previous day at a  flea market with her boyfriend Garret Hedlund; pictured in January

Going strong: She’s been dating the Triple Frontier actor since March 2019, when she ended her tumultuous relationship with Evan Peters; shown in July

The relationship was marred by a 2013 domestic violence incident, in which Evan ended up with a bloody nose.

The couple’s representatives said it was simply a ‘misunderstanding’ and she wasn’t charged by police after questioning.

Since appearing on American Horror Story with her former partner, Emma has emerged as a major force on the long-running FX series.

She was upgraded on the show’s most recent slasher-themed season, American Horror Story: 1984, in which she played the lead character.

The season was also a departure from most of the show’s run with its surprisingly optimistic ending.

Up and down: She dated her co-star starting in 2012 after they appeared in Adult World together. The relationship was marred by a 2013 domestic violence incident; shown in 2018

Peters, who’s currently in a relationship with pop singer Halsey, will be returning for the currently untitled AHS season 10 later this year.

It’s a change for the actor, who previously sounded as if he was finished with the long-running show. 

He told GQ in 2018: ‘Yeah, I’m not doing it anymore. I just made a decision. I said to myself, “I can’t do it anymore. It’s not me. It’s not who I am!”‘

Coming soon: Emma will next be seen in the long-delayed thriller The Hunt, about a group of elites who hunt a group of 12 strangers

Emma will next be seen in the thriller The Hunt, which was inspired by the classic short story The Most Dangerous Game.

In the movie, a group of elites kidnap 12 strangers of a lower socioeconomic status and begin to hunt them for sport — until one of the victims (played by Betty Gilpin) begins to hunt the hunters.

The movie was previously scheduled for a September 2019 release, but it was delayed in the wake of mass shootings in Dayton, Ohio, and El Paso, Texas, in August.

The Hunt will be released nationwide on March 13. 

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PATRICK TIMOTHY is a THIRTY-ONE year old  BUSKER who identifies himself as a CLOSETED BISEXUAL CISGENDERMAN; and tends to be APPRECIATIVE, GIVING, GENTEEL but also can be RIGID, SINGLE-MINDED, COMPULSIVE. (Verse: Human AU)

STATISTICS

GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Carolus Patrick Mars Timothy NICKNAME(S): Patrick AGE: 31 DATE OF BIRTH: September 29 NATIONALITY: American OCCUPATION: Busker (string instruments) RELIGION: Lapsed Catholic ETHNICITY: Swedish, German SEXUALITY & GENDER: Closeted Bisexual Cisgenderman

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Garrett Hedlund HEIGHT: 6’ 2.5″ WEIGHT: 89 kg HAIR COLOUR: Blonde EYE COLOUR: Blue DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Two moles on upper right arm, stitch scars on left thumb, discolored toe on right foot

PERSONALITY TYPES

MYERS-BRIGGS: ISTP - The Virtuoso MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral ENNEAGRAM:  Unhealthy Type 1 - The Dutiful Worker (X) TEMPERAMENT: 60% Melancholic, 40% Sanguine POSITIVE TRAITS: Thorough, Giving, Genteel, Appreciative NEGATIVE TRAITS: Rigid, Single-Minded, Compulsive, Passive

BACKGROUND

BIRTHPLACE: Keene Valley, New York HOMETOWN: Lake Placid, New York CURRENT RESIDENCE: Portland, Oregon FINANCIAL STATUS: Working Middle Class EDUCATION LEVEL: Bachelor of Science in Mechanical Engineering, Bachelor of Arts in Music (CalState-LA) FATHER: Richard Francis, 69, Sculpture and Painter MOTHER: Irika Munnings, 70, Retired Civil Engineer SIBLINGS: Older sister (Vina), Older brother (Gilbert) EXTENDED FAMILY: tba

HISTORY

The Mars-Timothy household: fantastic, eccentric family full of artists, poets, writers, academics – very ethereal yet earthy people. They fill their homes with love, support, and good literature in a small town by the Adirondack Mountains in New York. Patrick is welcomed with kisses and open arms and a beatnik beanie made of a hundred-year-old thread, as he cries for the first time..

His sister is his father’s favorite for they are both artists, his brother’s his mother’s for they both don’t like noise; and so he fast becomes his uncle’s – the most rational and tethered person in the family. A mirror, a translation, an easy choice.

He picked up his first instrument at the age of 6, and it’s a brand new guitar too big for his little fingers. His uncle tells him that it’s not appropriate to give a growing child age-appropriate toys because then the child would grow out of it. Patrick doesn’t let it go until 9 years later when the neck breaks.

In high school, he increasingly excels in mathematics, and attends contests for it. He sets his eyes on being an engineer, like his mother ( but unlike his mother still, who, despite having 2 doctorate degrees on mechanical engineer, opts to dedicate her life to agriculture and herbalism instead ).

In and for his endeavours, he could so stands to easily be the odd man out -- a numeric in a portrait of paint and prose. The Japanese have a proverb and advise that ‘the nail that sticks out shall be hammered hammered down.’ In and for their endeavours, his family locates and allocates him space for his own growth. They hang his New York State Mathematics League award certificate right next to his sister’s acclaimed abstract painting of a horse. In a family of great eccentricity, he is the eccentric. The hammer never strikes, they are all nails sticking out.

Although he learns how to read sheet music at grade school, and has picked up the guitar very early on, Patrick’s formal introduction to technical music started when he sits in his ex’s music class during college. At the time, he’s finishing his sophomore year as a civil engineering major at Northeastern University; whilst his now-ex attends Boston Conservatory and majors in orchestral composition. Instead of dates and nights out, they both practice and play music in her cramped apartment.

Landing a position at a family friend’s engineering firm is not tough – what is, however, is trying to enroll in respectable conservatories with very minimal formal musical training. At that point, Patrick attends small music schools to study string and percussion  instruments to build up his application, and sets his goal in achieving a music degree. It will take 2 more years, at 26, before he is accepted to a decent music school at the California State University - LA.

Characteristically, Patrick’s parents insists on financing his musical education despite him being adamant that he will do it himself. His parents and uncle, now all retired, will often fly from New York to LA to see his recitals and performances ( retirement gives you such luxuries, his father once said ). 

For the first three years as a music student, Patrick’s focus never wavers. He does not necessarily excel as much as the more exposed and experienced students, but his personal growth is unparalleled. He gets a few calls from bands and small recording studious to play in, and he takes, takes, takes – thankful.

On his last semester, he’s moves out campus housing to live with a fellow student residing in the outskirts of LA. His friend introduces him to busking, and Patrick is immediately smitten with the place and the art. He has always known that music is about the people, but when he plays in public as he has been doing since, it is transcendental almost.

Now a graduate, he still resides in (Cities) as he applies for various conservatories and orchestras to play in. So far, his luck has yet to turn up, but at the same time, he is happy to keep playing as a busker. (City Verse)

PERSONALITY

Patrick is a very thorough person. He does not like loose ends, and makes sure that he sees through anything he does. He values commitments very highly, and as such, he often expects that others do the same. He also has a great sense of universal kindness, which he takes up from his father. He volunteers in soup kitchens when he can, and hands out food to those who need it when he can afford it. Coming from a huge family, sharing becomes second nature to him.

His unwavering dedication comes off as single-mindedness. When he sets his eyes on something, it is very hard for him to defer from it. As such, when he establishes a routine, he sees to it that he follows it as best he can, and doesn’t like surprises. This makes him seem rigid and stubborn, but he doesn’t see this as a fault – merely a testament of his dedication.

Patrick has a light sense of humour. Growing up, he has suffered through the teasing of his two older siblings, and now he practices the same with his friends. In addition, he knows a lot of people and treats amiably, he only considers a few of them as friends. He is very particular in telling others stories of his family, except the trivial ones; and does not come off as a loud person.

FUN FACTS

Although the first instrument he learned to play is the guitar, when Patrick was a toddler, his mother would guide his chubby finger to play simple songs on their upright piano. To date, Patrick is the family’s fourth musician among the countless academics, poets, and artists.

Flying will never be an option if Patrick were to have a last say. During childhood, he had recurring dreams of being a fighter pilot in a war and it would always leave him crying. Vina, his older sister, had been no help as she would always tell him that he’s being haunted by the ghost of their ancestors who died in World War II.

Patrick is very fearful of ghosts and spirits, and highly respects cultures and traditions that are related to them.

He had a relatively successful career as a civil engineer during the two years that he was employed in the field. He was set for his third promotion before he enrolled into music school.

His beard grows too fast, too long for him to be patient and forgiving enough with his biology. He prefers to sport a clean-shaven look; at his most worst days, he’ll tolerate a scruff. His barber is appalled that, with how particular Patrick is of his grooming habits, Patrick still prefers a disposable razor. 

RELATIONSHIPS

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