#good morning rb

[fantasykiri5]

Ticklish

[makiswirl]

jolyne..... but LITTLE

[kissingarthurclaus]

Brea and Rex in 'civvies' inspired by @antisocial-mariposa!

I imagine she convinced him to sneak off to Batuu for a day to get away from everything and they're enjoying a bit of ice cream together to beat the heat! She told him he had a bit on his face but it was just an excuse to fluster him > w < ❤️💙❤️💙❤️

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[rebelfell]

ANNNNIIIIIIEEEEEEE 😭😭😭 Ugh, I love you.

They would actually be so insufferable once they were allowed to **actually** flirt with one another.

And yeah. Everybody knows. There’s definitely an office pool going for how long it takes them to get carried away and get caught hooking up again.

reindeer games│(for your viewing pleasure-verse)

pornstar!eddie x director!reader

we’re gonna call this a belated holiday blurb 🎄

cw: no smut, but there’s allusions to mutual masturbation, and just an abundance of filthy flirting b/c these two simply can’t help themselves. eddie’s look is inspired by this (nsfw) freaking incredible art by @safk-art.

18+, MDNI┃2.2k

You’ve never been a fan of these calendar shoots.

It takes practically the entire day and the studio is packed full because they bring in just about every performer under contract to participate.

It’s loud and chaotic, lots of PAs running back and forth with the most random assortment of props you’ve ever seen. And it’s stifling hot with all the bustling bodies, equipment and lightboxes, flash bulbs going off every five seconds.

Right now there’s a few girls in Victoria’s Secret-esque getups with feathery angel wings being cupids for February, while two more covered in glittery body paint are getting ready to pose in a cauldron to be a “pot of gold” for March. After them, it’ll be girls in big yellow rain boots with matching caps and nothing else spraying one another with a hose for April. 

The remaining months are still in the process of being set up, backdrops being changed out and lighting adjusted. On the furthest wall, there’s a big board with everyone’s assignments and the various call times as well as mock-ups of each concept and who will participate in the photo.

You’ve already visited the board and deduced your first stop will be the wardrobe department so you can get your costume. You’ve also noted that a certain someone will likely be finishing up his turn at the make-up mirror right around the same time you’re done being fitted.

When you emerge from the other side of one of the curtains set up for people to change behind, yours and Eddie’s eyes meet across all the chaos and he’s immediately getting up from his chair and striding directly towards you. Immediately, your body reacts to his presence, despite your best efforts to keep your face neutral and squash the urge to run directly into his arms.

You might have thought it had been days or weeks since you’d seen him, rather than hours. You might have thought you’d woken up that morning on opposite coasts rather than with your naked limbs and his tangled up in your bedsheets. You might have thought he was some sort of long lost lover whose face was starting to fade from memory the way your heart leapt seeing him.

Still, you know you can’t greet him the way you want to. Not with all these people around.

Word has yet to get around about you two, and you intend to keep it that way. The current theory is that what happened at the awards was just a fluke—a random, drunken, one-night thing. 

(A one-night thing that’s become the best weeks of your life, but that’s neither here nor there.)

You’re meant to be playing it cool, keeping things professional, all your cards decidedly close to your respective vests, at least for the time being. But Eddie's not exactly making it easy.

He lets his dressing gown slip open slightly as he walks over, showing off a little more of the top of his chest and his thick, muscular neck where it meets his pronounced collarbones.

Slut, you think with the utmost affection. The boy certainly makes for an awfully cute Rudolph.

He’s snagged the coveted December slot, and the creative director has chosen a bondage theme—hence the body harness they’ve got him in under his thin robe, as well as a collar with jingling gold bells and a pair of antlers on top of his mop of unruly curls. For the picture, he’s also going to be tied up with Christmas lights, struggling against the illuminated ties while you and the rest of the reindeer stand around him in a circle laughing and teasing him for his bright red “nose.”

You imagine that’s what he was in the chair for, getting his head painted with deep scarlet rouge so it stands out even more when they put a red spotlight on it so it looks like it’s shining.

It’s all seems a bit much, but even you have to admit you’re excited to see the end result.

He looks you up and down with those devious eyes, all the while having to resist the urge to slip his hands around your waist and pull you into him to show you how redundant you’ve made the Viagra he popped. He should have known he wouldn’t even need it once you walked on set.

He snaps his fingers and points at you, sly grin tugging at his lips. “Let me guess…Vixen?” 

The bells on the collar around your neck jingle as you smile and shake your head.

“More like Dancer,” you replied lowly, dropping your voice to a breathy whisper when he got close enough to hear it. “Or have you forgotten last night already?”

“Not forgetting that anytime soon,” Eddie promised in a husky whisper of his own.

You fight the urge to shiver at his words that trickle down your back, and you can almost feel his hands on you exactly as they were the night before—fingers splayed wide to hold onto as much of you as possible when he reached out to grip your ass as you swayed in front of him.

It had started out innocently enough as a brainstorming session for your next project, only to devolve as it often did these days into you attacking one another once one or both of you could no longer restrain yourselves. The pretense of you as a stripper giving your security guard a lap dance as thanks for chasing away a handsy creep fell away instantly, along with your clothes.

This newfound aspect of your relationship was certainly inspiring a lot of ideas, but it also proved to be more of a hindrance to your work ethic than anything else. Still, you can’t be too broken up about it. Not when you’re having the best sex of your personal and professional life combined.

“Not forgetting this anytime soon, either,” he adds quietly, still staring raptly at your costume.

You and the other girls are dressed pretty simply in matching brown teddies and antlers of your own, plus collars similar to Eddie’s. They’re also going to paint your faces to look more like deer, with cute little noses and white freckles and extra-long lashes. And yeah, it’s a little silly, but the way a certain pair of bright brown eyes are pouring over you right now…it’ll be well worth it.

“Hey…think you get to keep this?” Eddie asks, carefully fingering the marabou trim.

“Unlikely,” you frown and then eye him coyly. “But Tina might let me borrow it…assuming it’ll be returned to her in pristine condition.”

Eddie hisses softly through his teeth and his head shakes. “Yeeeeah, I really can’t guarantee that,” he chuckles.

You deliver a light swat to his chest. Not too flirty, but not strictly platonic either. Though, it’s times like this that make you wonder why you even bother. Anyone looking on could probably see straight through your attempts to act disinterested, and you’ve already been getting third degrees from some of your friends in the industry who have seen the massage tape.

Almost as soon as it was released, you were being bombarded. People were quick to praise the chemistry between you and your co-star, but they were even quicker to drop their voices to a hushed and conspiring whisper as they asked what was ‘going on’ between you two.

And when you tried to say it was nothing or that you were just friends…it didn’t exactly go over.

You’re joking, right? Nah, no one is that good an actor, babe. The man is fully obsessed with you. Just look at his face when he—

So, yeah, okay, word was likely going to get out eventually. But it wasn’t going to be today.

Right now, you just had to focus on taking this photo and getting through the rest of the day so you can spend the rest of your night with the adorable creature standing before you.

“I’m headed for make-up,” you explain. And in a lightning-quick move, you reach out to squeeze his arm, then swipe at it gently like you were brushing off a piece of lint for him.

Very discreet. So covert.

Eddie tucks his chin to his chest as he nods, his eyes still roving over you and your soft skin he can see through the sheer material. You move to walk by him, letting your hip graze against his.

“Smile pretty,” you whisper under your breath.

It’s not too much longer before they’re calling people over for your shot and instructing Eddie to get in position first. He drops his gown and sinks to his knees in the center of the frame, hard and freshly pumped cock bobbing between his thighs. The fake polyester snow on the floor provides at least a little cushioning, and his head looks extra bright against sparkly white.

The effect is…extremely distracting. 

Even knowing it’s just make-up, as is the fake cum dribbling from his tip, your mind swirls with recent memories of his cock looking just like this in real life. His own fist wrapped tight around it, sliding up and down in long, even strokes; your dresser rattling as he leans on it for support while you lay with your legs splayed wide in your bed, rubbing flat circles over your clit

His eyes meet yours briefly and from the way they flash, you’re certain he’s remembering it too.

Once the photographer is happy with Eddie’s placement, the PAs come in to tie his hands up behind his back. They wind the strands of lights around his arms and torso up to his shoulders, draping them across his chest and then crossing them behind his back. Two of the girls are given the ends so it looks like he’s been hog-tied.

The light bounces prettily off his pale skin that glows rosy pink, and you make a mental note to shoot him in similar lighting sometime soon. Maybe you’ll do something like this, but with just the Christmas lights. Him in your bed, his pretty wrists tied to your headboard, the soft rainbow lights the only colors in the darkened room aside from that of a deep, cool blue night…

Okay, seriously, you have got to stop this.

Luckily, they’re placing the rest of you now and you’re brought into the foreground to stand next to Eddie. The two of you exchange another look as they fine tune the lighting, and you shoot him the subtlest wink you can manage. It’s short, so quick he nearly misses it, but it’s all he needs to be absolutely certain his dick will stay hard for the remainder of the shoot. Maybe the whole day.

He’s only vaguely aware of the girls standing behind him, or all the people crowded in behind the camera. Once they start shooting, his vision tunnels until all that’s left in focus is you.

The only thing he knows is it’s probably a good thing his hands are tied. Because the way you’re looking, he could not be held responsible for where his hands would wander if they were free. 

Eddie gives himself over to the character he’s meant to be playing, and it’s really not all that hard acting pathetic and desperate for you. The lights he’s all tangled up in tighten as the girls holding either end pull them taut, and the room fills with their giggling as they laugh at him.

But honestly, Eddie doesn’t have any idea what the rest of the reindeer are doing. All he can focus any of his attention on is you in that damn teddy, pinching his chin between your thumb and index finger to make him look at you, smirking like he’s a piece of dirt you wouldn’t let lick your kneecap, let alone anything more erogenous, no matter how hard he begged you for it.

Yet somehow, he’s only more eager to try.

He knows they have the shot they want almost immediately, but they go through a few more poses just to have options. In one, they have you stand with one of your heels planted on Eddie’s chest and if you stay like that much longer, the fake cum on his tip is gonna have company.

Finally, they’re satisfied and there’s a great deal of droning chatter that sort of fades into static as they start to move on to the next shoot.

The rest of the girls wander off, but you kneel and start to unwrap the strands of Christmas lights for him. And they weren’t that tight, but you still massage his wrists once they’re freed and lean in close to his ear so you can whisper to him how well he did. His cock kicks up all over again at your gentle doting and he wonders if you’ll keep this up tonight at hom—your place.

Once he’s freed, you start to wind up the lights in your hand and glance around for the PAs who are nowhere to be found. You then push the coil into Eddie’s hands and give him a level look.

“See if you can sneak those out,” you instruct him quietly. “I’ve got plans for them later.”

ty for reading, merry late whatever-you-celebrate! ❄️💋

[akayna]

It's been a minute. Here's my face 😘

[cirkinbiradam]

Herkes iyiyse bize bu kötülüğü yapanlar kimdi ? ..

[potato-lord-but-not]

POTATO LORD!! *shakes you* That Oscar tarot art?? It's brilliant. Oh, it's so brilliant. I hope you don't mind me overanalyzing this art because it is rotating in my mind like a Costco rotisserie chicken, and it gives me an excuse to ramble about the stuff I've learned in the tarot workshops I've been to. You are a heckin genius. Bless ya!

HEHE THANK YOUUU I swear to god whenever I draw stuff like this 80% of it is subconscious like at first it’s purely for aesthetics and then I look at it later and go oh my GOD that works too well- my one creative process confuses me more often than not. also please never stop overanalyzing I was literally kicking my feet with joy reading your comment hehe

[blinded-by-forest-sunlight]

timezone bump <3

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[todayisafridaynight]

good morning

[cringefailvox]

the finale.

[yuukimiyas]

how could i leave your side? i just had a revelation i'll come by, let the flames burn through and if it's coming down to me when i reach your destination i'll ignite into flames for you... when you show me the way all will fall in place . . . ₊˚⊹♡

eeep!! surprise!! 1 out of 2 of my teased comms!! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა living my mwpsb fantasy with my favorite enforcer!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა i got a cutie lil shinya & chloe comm from the ever so lovely @/luvluvluv06 on twitter!! she is the absolute SWEETEST!! & saw my vision PERFECTLY!! & i seriously couldn't be happier with the results!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ def check out their other works!! <33 i'm def gonna commission smth again in the future!! :3

[aquillis-main]

I've been told that you can give a slimmer man defined muscles, as long as they don't turn into roided out body types in general.

Why did I make Trigger, the guy who I've joked about being a twink many a time, have a chest that you can grate cheese on?

I'm a bit stuck on drawing abs. XD

@the-fourth-knower keeps telling I should keep it, stating it as 'dragon biology' in comparison. I might actually do it.

As for Agraffe, I wanted to have her look like she could stomp on you if she so wanted. Hope I did it right.

[lesbiancarat]

want to give my two cents on the AI usage in the maestro trailer--

i think seventeen doing a whole concept that is anti-AI is very cool, especially as creatives themselves i think it's good that they're speaking up against it and i hope it gets more ppl talking about the issue. i also understand on a surface level the artistic choice (whether it was made by the members, the mv director, or whoever else), to directly use AI in contrast to real, human-made visuals and music in order to criticize it. i also appreciate that they clearly stated the intention of the use of AI at the beginning of the video

however, although i understand it to an extent, i do not agree with the choice to use AI to critique AI. one of the main ethical concerns with generative AI is that it is trained on other artists' work without their knowledge, consent, or compensation. and even when AI generated images are being used to critique AI, it still does not negate this particular ethical concern

the use of AI to critique also does not negate the fact that this is work that could have been done by an actual artist. i have seen some people argue that it's okay in this context because it's a critique specifically about AI, and it is content that never would have been done by a real artist anyway because it doesn't make sense for the story they're trying to tell. but i disagree. i think you can still tell the exact same story without using AI

and in fact, i would argue that it would make the anti-AI message stronger if they HAD paid an artist to draw/animate the scenes that are supposed to represent AI generated images. wouldn't it just be proof that humans can create images that are just as bad and nonsensical and soulless as AI, but that AI can't replicate the creativity and beauty and basic fucking anatomy that's in human-made art?

it feels very obvious this was not just a way to cut corners and costs like a lot of scummy people are using AI for. ultimately it was a very intentional creative decision, i just personally think it was a very poor one. and even if some ethical considerations were taken into account before this decision, i certainly don't think all of them were. at the very least i feel like the decision undermines the message they want to convey

i would also like to recognize that i myself am not an artist, and i have seen some artists that are totally on board with the use of AI in this specific context, so clearly this is not a topic that is cut and dry. but generative AI is still new, and i think it's important to keep having these conversations

[oh-gh0st]

ghostoro quota ✅

[kirsteng42]

WOW!!! What an image and what a horny little Drabble, loved it!!!

Javier Peña x f!reader | 550 words

inspired by my favorite gif. smooches to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 dividers by @saradika-graphics

tw: 18+ mdni, smut, horny!reader, Javi

MASTERLIST

You know you’re fucked.

With the way Javi’s looking at you, leaning against his desk, you don’t have a chance.

Everyone will notice your lust, your maddening attraction.

You clench your jaws, trying to control the reaction of your body to him and his dark gaze, playful but heavy, fixed on you. For now the others are distracted enough to miss the clear signs that you’re more than colleagues. But when they do. Fuck!

Why is he doing it?

Why is he looking at you like that?

His head tilt? He knows well what it does to you. It makes you, forces you to remember last night. He was watching you the same way, while your body was squirming on his bed, your fingers buried inside your sopping hole, deep to the knuckles, your thumb pressed to your thumping clit.

“Not yet, baby. I’ll tell you when.”

The memory of him controlling your pleasure floods your core with warm slick desire and you’re soaking your panties, while a subtle smile is dancing on Javi’s plush lips.

You take a deep breath, sitting very still. You know that every extra move will show how desperate you are for his touch. Your heart is beating fast, your brain is foggy with a heady mix of excitement and fear.

The smug curve of his brow boldly challenges you to act on your lustful urges. To break your cover. To show everyone how needy he’s making you. How much control he has over you.

If he told you to kneel in front of him, you wouldn’t hesitate. Damn, you’d crawl to him if he desired.

He would never do that though. He loves the risk too much, the need for the thrill is an integral part of his soul by now. So he continues playing with you because he knows you can take it.

It’s getting harder though. He makes your facade crumble little by little. Day by day. Just by resting his gaze on you like that. Just by being close. Just by being him.

You avert your glossy eyes, only for a second, as they’re always hungry for more. Every part of you demands to see him, feel him against your skin, tremble from his touch.

Javi’s clasped hands are resting just under the bulge in his jeans. You shouldn’t look there but a movement attracts your attention. He’s rubbing his thick thumbs against each other and your tongue darts out to wet your lower lip, as you’re dreaming of taking one of them into your mouth, sucking on it, drooling like a bitch in heat around it and then doing the same with his long cock.

You swallow loudly, wishing it wasn’t your saliva but his warm cum instead.

Javi chuckles, as if having read your mind, and you’re afraid of bursting into tears from how turned on you are. They already sting your eyes.

Your treacherous mind paints lewd pictures for you again and again. You’re splayed on the desk for him to use, while Javi’s languidly pumping his cock in preparation; he’s pressing you into the wooden surface, strong hand on the back of your neck holding you still, while his cock is massaging your walls with unyielding determination to make you scream his name.

You squeeze your eyes shut and breathe in deeply, drawing the images away, grasping at any resemblance of self control. Just a few hours of this torment and you’ll have him. Or rather he will have you.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!💕

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[jupiterslibrary]

the urge to write a ficlet for almost every meanwhile-at-the-cottage post is strong