#muses and rules under cut.

[str1ga]

ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀꜱ. ᴀᴘᴇx ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀꜱ ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴀʟʟ-ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛꜱ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇᴛʏ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴀᴛɪꜱꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ. -- ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ ᴅᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴜ ʟᴀᴄ

private mutually exclusive vampire multimuse. written by bee. primarily written in the first person. mature themes present 21+ only.

heavily affliated with: @agedrot @benefeco @fyllakas @maramcna @faebloods @badwo1f

promo. memes.

RULES AND MUSES:

ONE . The first rule of my blogs will literally always be don’t be a dick. I don’t have time for it. You don’t have time for it. Just don’t do it.

TWO . I don't have any triggers, but if you do please let me know!! this blog will contain a boat load of triggering content including but not limited to gore, violence, and mature situations. I generally don't tag triggers unless I'm asked, but I tag things with NSFW when it needs to be.

THREE . I do practice mains and exclusives, because sometimes you just click with people and that's ok! I will follow duplicates of MY muse, but unless it's a friend, I generally won't follow duplicates of exclusive muses.

FOUR . This blog is limited to interactions with mutuals. i always follow back / follow first if i feel like we can write together. if i haven't followed you back after a few days, it probably means i won't be following back to write. for the sake of my profession (i'm a high school age educator) i will not be following back anyone younger than 21.

FOUR CONT. While i do not follow back younger than 21 because i feel icky if you're young enough to be my student, my messages are always open if you ever need anything! if you need an adultier adult to talk to about something i can always try to be that for anyone. i know how important trusted adults are.

FIVE . This blog will be mostly private. I'm here for a good time not a long time. If you want to write with me, the best way is to DM me and say yo bitch let's RP.

SIX . My name is bee. i'm 32 years old. i've been writing on tumblr for like 10 years and rping in general for over half my life. i met my significant other through rp. we just moved across the country so i could go to rabbinical school. obviously i'm super busy but i love making friends!

CREDITS . so far everything on this blog is made by me! including the PSDs.

MUSE LIST

all muses are canon divergent in some way. if there is a link on a character's name please click it for more info.

TWILIGHT

caius of the volturi coven. over three thousand. appears twenty-three. aromantic demisexual. single ship with @agedrot. fc: sam reid.

felix of the volturi coven. two thousand. appears twenty. single ship with @fyllakas. fc: jacob elordi.

bella swan. twenty-five. aromantic lesbian. note: heavily au. series takes place while she is in college and living with her dad. she grows tired of waiting for edward to turn her and instead @agedrot turns her after eclipse. no kids. only written as a vampire. fc: naomi scott.

jasper hale of the volturi coven. one hundred. appears twenty. demiromantic pansexual. note: heavily au. stolen from maria by caius and not carlisle. is sent to the cullens to spy on them. returns to the coven with bella. fc: timothée chalamet

THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES

louis de pointe du lac. over one hundred. appears thirty three. homoromantic homosexual. mostly follows amc canon. fc: jacob anderson.

BALDUR'S GATE 3

astarion ancunín. two hundred. appears thirty nine. panromantic pansexual. rouge/ranger. deeply not ascended ever. fantasy as well as modern verses. fc: aaron tveit.

TRUE BLOOD

eric northman. two thousand. appears twenty five. panromantic pansexual. i'm here to right canon wrongs. fc: alexander skarsgard.

[prophecey]

WHO DO I HAVE TO SPEAK TO ABOUT IF THEY CAN REDO THE PROPHECEY?

INDEPENDENT + MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE MULTIMUSE . current muses can be found under the cut, but all former muses are available by request. KT + twenty nine + minors / personals DNI.

CARRD + MEMES + MUSE INFO .

RULES:

this multi-muse blog is private and very selective with low to moderate activity and will be heavily plot and dynamic based. if you don't interact ic or ooc, i will softblock.

plotted interactions are preferred. romantic ships will require plotting and ongoing ooc interactions as well as ic interactions. familial and platonic ships are just as important.

i will be using basic formatting on this blog. threads will be small text with bold and italics for emphasis. if you want me to change/simplify my text for any reason, just ask. i prefer to write longer length replies.

muses are from various media, some that contain mature themes i will tag everything with the #TRIGGER CW format, but if i miss something, please send a dm so i can fix it. there may be sexual themes present on this blog but nothing will be explicitly written.

don’t be a dick! in character drama is fun, but keep it between our muses. if you unfollow me, please soft block. i will not interact with anyone that writes problematic themes or uses problematic or deceased fcs.

graphics belong to me unless stated otherwise. not affiliated with any of the media, characters or faceclaims represented on this blog. all content is my own creative property so do not use my lore without permission.

PRIMARY MUSES:

alex claremont diaz. rwrb, bridgerton. taylor zakhar perez fc.

andrés cordero. tsitp oc. maxi iglesias fc.

anthony bridgerton. bridgerton. jonathan bailey fc.

ben de vaillant. bridgerton, modern royalty. damian hardung fc.

conrad fisher. tsitp. christopher briney fc.

drusilla elmsworth. bridgerton oc. alisha boe fc.

evie grimhilde. bridgerton, modern royalty. sofia carson fc.

harry bingham. tvd, the society. alex fitzalan fc.

indira petrova. bridgerton oc. aubri ibrag fc.

josephine "posey" lovelace. bridgerton oc. kristine froseth fc.

kieran night. original demon lore. maxence danet-fauvel fc.

luna castillo. original familiar lore. sofia carson fc.

neil josten. all for the game. froy gutierrez fc.

rebekah mikaelson. tvd, bridgerton. claire holt fc.

rosalie hale. twilight, bridgerton. simay barlas fc.

sophie beckett. bridgerton. courtney eaton fc.

tris prior. divergent, thg. daisy edgar-jones fc.

violet bridgerton. bridgerton. ruth gemmell / rose williams fc.

SECONDARY MUSES:

allie hayes. off campus. scarlett leithold fc.

andrew minyard. all for the game. conor doherty fc.

campbell riley. tvd, grey's. abigail cowen fc.

daniel le domas. ready or not, bridgerton. adam brody fc.

dean di laurentis. off campus. matthew noszka fc.

elena gilbert. tvd, grey's. nina dobrev fc.

feyre archeron. acotar. simay barlas fc.

garrett graham. off campus. felix mallard fc.

grace le domas. ready or not, bridgerton. samara weaving fc.

hope mikaelson. legacies. danielle rose russell fc.

isaac lahey. teen wolf, tvd. daniel sharman fc.

jeremy gilbert. tvd. froy gutierrez fc.

john tucker. off campus. ken bek fc.

josie saltzman. legacies. kaylee kaneshiro fc.

liv parker. tvd. penelope mitchell fc.

lizzie saltzman. legacies. jenny boyd fc.

samantha larusso. cobra kai. mary mouser fc.

steve harrington. stranger things. joe keery fc.

steven conklin. tsitp. sean kaufman fc.

summer di laurentis. off campus. madelyn cline fc.

tyler lockwood. tvd. michael trevino fc.

valerie tulle. tvd. elizabeth blackmore fc.

REQUEST MUSES (plotting required!)

alex karev. grey's. justin chambers fc.

azriel of velaris. acotar. berk cankat fc.

cassian. acotar. alperen duymaz fc.

demetri alexopoulos. cobra kai. gianni decenzo fc.

jasper diggs. original character. hugh dancy fc.

jean moreau. all for the game. archie renaux fc.

landon kirby. legacies. aria shahgasemi fc.

luke patterson. jatp. charlie gillespie fc.

mat hatter. original character. alex fitzalan fc.

nell crain. thohh. alycia debnam carey fc.

scarlet graves. original character. sandra bullock fc.

[quietresistance]

# Qᴜɪᴇᴛʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ : an independent + private portrayal of 𝙺𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂 , an original journalist character inspired by female war correspondents across history. multiverse + multifandom. written by 𝙺𝙸𝚃𝚃𝚈 ⁽ ²⁵⁺ ᶜˢᵗ ˢ��ᵉ / ʰᵉʳ ⁾. established ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ꜱɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ[ 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ] [ 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲 ] [ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 ] [ 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙻 ]

ㅤㅤa study in . . . ─── military legacies , quiet determination , breaking barriers , keeping a cool head under fire , picking up the shattered pieces of oneself , true courtesy , dignity in femininity , + depending on faith.

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟷 ] welcome! this roleplaying blog is inspired by the courage and ingenuity of contemporary and historical female war correspondents and investigative journalists who reported on some of the most shattering news of their generations. darker themes will be present on this blog, including war, violence, blood, criminal activity, and more. common, including nsfw content, and mutuals' triggers are tagged with 'trigger tw', and i don't have triggers.

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟸 ] this is a mutuals only roleplaying blog which means i will only interact in character with blogs i follow in return. if you are a non-roleplaying blog, please don't reblog my original content or those of fellow roleplaying blogs. however, anyone is welcome to message me or send me questions.

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟹 ] i know a wide range of fandoms and, unsurprisingly, time periods, so i'm always willing to write in your muse's world or an au, whether or not you see it in my verses. obviously, oc are loved here! while i like unplotted starters and asks and welcome off the cuff interactions, deep and continuous plotting is my deepest joy. activity here may be sporadic as i have work, other blogs, and unfortunately, chronic illness, but unless i say otherwise, i'll always return, and i always reply to what i have when i do. feel free to ask for my discord if we're mutuals. i place most ic content in the queue.

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟺 ] i love romantic shipping, and always welcome asking, but it all depends on chemistry. however, if you think they have chemistry, i probably do too and am too shy to ask. platonic relationships are just as, if not more so, important to me and katherine's story. enemies and friends are all welcome!

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟻 ] i am almost entirely anti-callout, the exception being substantiated evidence of criminal behavior (including harassment). i will not reblog them nor do i want to see them frequently on the dash. however, please tell me if someone has treated you badly in private. i do not abide bullies.

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟼 ] i don't practice mains or exclusives due to being burned too many times, but i do have affiliates for friends i've built a lot with. i highly recommend you follow them!

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟽 ] i've created all the graphics, psds, headcanons, and icons unless stated otherwise in the post, it's reblogged, or it's listed below. please do not steal, but i'm usually happy to share if asked!

[ 𝟶𝟶𝟾 ] finally, hi, hej, i'm kitty! glad to have you! i'm a historian and historical seamstress/tailor living in the united states, but i grew up internationally. you might catch a glimpse of my work in ooc posts here and there. if you or anyone else you know on this site are having a bad day, know at any time you can send in 'positivity please' anon or not (just make sure to include the url), i'll pull together some kind words to try to brighten that day.

[inebranlabl]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘 . . . an independent, mutuals only, low activity multi-muse 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 muses from star wars, myth, dc, bridgerton, along with original characters. legendized by 𝐀𝐌𝐄 , she / her, 30+ , cst. warning! due to the nature of several characters this blog will contain dark themes, including, but not limited to: war, death, torture, murder, gaslighting, gore & abuse.

affiliated with: @alootus , @debelltio & @wornkindness

an exploration of . . . overruling fate, the belly of the beast, rising from the ashes, family is deeper than blood, the anatomy of a monster, cosmic awakening, all roads lead here.

information prompts find me : @acharnemcnt

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒

& canon Grand Admiral Sloane , Norra Wexley, Sinjir Rath Velus, Mas Amedda, Finn, Duja, Perrin Fertha, Maarva Andor & ocs Narka Zaila ( First Order agent ), Karitza Ren ( found here )

𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇 Mara, demon king of desire & Ammit the devourer

𝐎𝐂𝐬 Anavi Celestara, lady in waiting ( lockridgeverse ) & Ophelia Genesis the drowned oracle

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 Brimsley ( moving from @fivepaces )

𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 & 𝐃𝐂 Oswald Cobblepot, gotham verison

& by request Galen Erso, Clem Andor ( star wars ) John Sterling ( bridgerton ) Chani Kynes ( dune ) Kimiko Miyashiro ( the boys )

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

i.   I’m mutuals only which means I only write & interact with blogs when we are both following each other. This blog is low activity so I will be fairly slow. But I am a plot oriented writer, so I will be focusing on establishing storylines with my mutuals. I have have a very busy personal life, so I tend to follow a very limited amount of blogs, for my own sanity and so that I can develop deeper, ongoing plots. 

Also, FYI, I am usually mobile bound and this is not my main blog, so I am not always logged in here. Therefore, it can take me up to a week or two to follow back at times.

ii.  For my own comfort, I will not follow blogs that don’t have rules, a name & age requirement, or writing posted. Primarily rules — posted on your pinned post or somewhere easily visible/accessible. I do not interact with writers under the age of 21. Please do not lie about your age. I will unfollow anyone who is racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, uses white washed fcs/characters or is unjustly discriminative. If you regularly vague or attack other writers for petty things like ships or fandom takes, I will unfollow. 

iii.   Please do not godmod or metagame. I will also softblock if I have made several attempts to interact with no reciprocation. I don’t mind turning memes into threads but please ask first, or I will not reply. ( Everyone gets 2 initial freebies without asking ).

iv.  This blog contains dark and potentially triggering themes. Please be safe! Some of which include: murder, manipulation, kidnapping, gore, torture, war, death genocide & abuse. All listed triggers will be tagged cw/tw “the trigger”. Sexual content will be tagged cw suggestive. I absolutely do not support, condone or agree with any of the thoughts or actions of my villain muses. Nor do I write them to portray such. For me, they are simply literary elements and writing them is a narrative exploration.

v. First of all, I respect everyone's ships. If I am not fond of a ship you enjoy, that doesn't mean you should not enjoy it freely! Ship hate is not tolerated here.

I enjoy dynamics of all types but I am little more hesitant with romantic ships. I just prefer to plot and develop our muses first to see if the chemistry is there before jumping into a ship. Please do not force or hint ships. Rather, if we are writing and plotting together and you think there is potential, just ask! The worst that will happen is I suggest an alternate dynamic.

Note that several of my villain muses are toxic & complicated people and therefore ships with them will not be healthy or conventionally romantic. I will warn you & ask for consent before engaging in this type of ship with said characters. That being said... while I am open to toxic dynamics, I will not write abusive romantic relationships. And I don't feel comfortable writing hero/villain ships where one muse has tortured, abused or traumatized another muse.

&. Hi! I am Ame. 30+ , my timezone is gmt -6. Welcome to my blog! Pardon my dust, I am still working on it. It was meant to be a small friends only space because I have limited time to set things up, but I have opened it up a little more. I do 90% of my writing from mobile and am pretty busy working and volunteering with a cat rescue so I will be quite slow at times. But I am so excited to meet you & create amazing stories together.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

i. My knight of ren OC, Kartiza Ren, is located on side blogs attached to this blog. You can find more in depth information on Karitza on @inarretable. Threads and asks for Karitza will be posted on her side blog but you are free to send asks for her to this blog and/or the side blog.

ii. My portrayal of Oswald Cobblepot is based on the Gotham tv series with influences from various DC comics and my own headcanons.

iii. Ammit & Mara are myth inspired muses. Therefore there will be myth & minor religious references on my blog. I am drawing more from the myth aspect when writing these muse. That being said, these characters are simply based on myth and not meant to carry religious symbolism or accurately portray religious/mythological figures, as the narrative may take them down a different path.

[ofpolitics]

ㅤㅤyou're learning the most ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ lesson of all, 𝙼𝚈 𝙳𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁: ‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ───  you're learning ( ᴴᴼᵂ ᵀᴼ FALL ) .

# 𝗢𝗙𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗦 . ─── an independent, selective, + mutuals only multimuse roleplay blog for the ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄɪᴀɴꜱ + ᴍᴏɴᴀʀᴄʜꜱ of george lucas' 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙰 . ꜱᴇQᴜᴇʟꜱ + ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴇᴜ appreciative . based on 𝘩 𝘦 𝘢 𝘥 𝘤 𝘢 𝘯 𝘰 𝘯 𝘴 as well as material from both timelines . ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ for themes including war, death, + political strife . low activity. written by 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢, 25+, female .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗦 ─── 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍 / 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜

𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃... @graysistance / @lionthought / @commandsir / etc., @honorhunt / @scoundrvls / @aniimvs / etc., and @debelltio

𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 ─── 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚂 ( @bornesorrow / @alderheir / @warsavant / @yunharlaquin / @ofblasters / @ofsquadrons / @oflightsabers ) , 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻 ( @warrued ) , 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂 ( @creaturational / @coeursainte ) , 𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 + 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼 ( @donutdollie / @quietresistance )

𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗦 ─── ɴᴀᴍᴇ ( source: roles ) ᴘᴀᴅᴍé ᴀᴍɪᴅᴀʟᴀ ( mixed canon: queen of the naboo, senator of the chommell sector ) moved to @bornesorrow ʀɪʏᴏ ᴄʜᴜᴄʜɪ ( mixed canon: senator of the pantora system ) tenel ka djo ( legends eu: former jedi knight, queen mother of the hapan consortium ) ᴀᴍɪʟʏɴ ʜᴏʟᴅᴏ ( canon: secretary minister of education of the alliance to restore the republic, gatelentan diplomat, vice-admiral of the resistance ) ꜱᴀᴛɪɴᴇ ᴋʀʏᴢᴇ ( mixed canon: aliit'alor of clan kryze, elected leader of the mandalorian system, leader of the council of neutral systems ) ᴍᴏɴ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴍᴀ ( mixed canon: senator of the chandrila system, chancellor of the alliance to restore the republic, chancellor of the new republic ) ʙʀᴇʜᴀ ᴏʀɢᴀɴᴀ ( mixed canon: princess of alderaan, queen of alderaan, minister of education of alderaan ) ʟᴇɪᴀ ᴏʀɢᴀɴᴀ ( mixed canon: princess of alderaan, senator of the alderaan sector, minister of state of the alliance to restore the republic, chancellor of the new republic, commander-in-chief of the resistance, jedi master ) moved to @alderheir

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[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Congratulations for 800 followers!!! 💝💖😘

I have amazing idea, if you into this. I was thinking whenever reader and eddie said the same words at the same-times and whoever say “Jinx!” So eddie can’t say any word till reader said his full name. But… not for while (evil laugh) because R want to see how far he can stay silent but hang on, eddie had a great idea, he made reader cums so many times till he hear his full names!

Thank you for the request! It's been a minute since I wrote anything for Eddie. I missed him! ❤️

I changed this up just a wee bit! Hope you enjoy!

CW: No use of Y/N. Pet names. Reader has a vagina. Established relationship. Oral (female receiving). Fingering. Squirting. Eddie cums in his pants.

WC: 1.3K

“JINX!” You yelled with a smirk, before his brain had time to register it.

“Hey— no, I—” He tried to protest.

“Ah, ah Ed! You know the rules, three times.” Pinching his full lips between your thumb and forefinger, effectively shushing him, smiling and lowering your hand back down.

“Eddie… Eddie… Ed…” You laugh as he rolls his eyes. “Didn't think I'd make it that easy for you, did you?”

“Sweethea—”

“Eds!” You chide once more. “You're the one who came up with this game, so shut that big, beautiful mouth of yours!”

He huffs with a pout, leaning his head back against the couch, eyes drifting toward the ceiling. Fuck. He just had to come up with a stupid game that you'd gladly play along with, but he'd hoped he would have the upper hand, instead he had to somehow stay quiet until you said his first name three times. No nicknames, and no abbreviations count. A hard, if not impossible task for the motormouth, getting the idea after the two of you saw Beetlejuice for the first time.

You hummed, turning back to the magazine you were reading with a grin, in no hurry to give him his freedom. It had been a while since you'd gotten the best of him and you planned on prolonging his torture for as long as possible.

His attention finally drifts back to the TV as you hear another huff of irritation that you ignore.

He fidgets in place, knee bouncing next to yours, already fighting for his life and it's only been 10 minutes. Of all his stupid ideas. Way to go motormouth…

His eyes drift over to you, legs bent under yourself while still reading that magazine, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you scan over an article that must be interesting enough to hold your attention.

You look stunning, but who was he kidding, you always did. He continues to roam over your form, when an idea suddenly strikes, scooting closer to you.

His fingers come into view, curling over the top of the magazine before it's yanked from your grip and tossed to the floor.

“Hey! Eds! What're you do—”

Your whining is cut off when he presses his lips to yours, tongue instantly exploring and tangling with yours giving you no other choice but to reciprocate and melt into his needy mouth.

He hums his contentment, arm curling around your waist, hand coming to cradle your jaw, breaking the kiss a moment later. You open your eyes to see a devious grin plastered across his smug face as he lets you go to ease off the couch.

You watch him intently, brows married with confusion. His hands drift to your knees, pushing them apart slowly, his own eyes drifting down to your soft pink panties that come into view beneath your short skirt.

“Baby…” You muse with a giggle, his hands drifting up the outside of your thighs, still looking down between your legs. Once he reaches your ass, he quickly grabs your hips and pulls you forward with a squeak escaping you at the sudden movement.

“It's not going to be that easy.” You laugh, his gaze finally drifting back to yours as his eyes darken, hearing your resolve only made his determination grow.

One hand flips up the edge of your skirt as his other trails to the inside of your thigh sending a shiver down your spine, goosebumps spreading across your soft skin.

You assume his intentions were to tease you until you give in, but instead his fingers hook into the side of your panties, hastily pulling them over.

He groans, seeing your lips already glistening with your juices, biting his lip to keep from commenting further as he moves forward, promptly flattening his tongue, licking a broad stripe up, moaning the moment your essence erupts across his taste buds.

“Ooooh!” Your hips buck when he expertly flicks across your clit, his free hand pins you quickly back down to the cushion.

He grins against you, repeating his motions. Your hands come to tangle in his unruly curls, gripping a little tighter each time he pays special attention to your puffy nub, making a series of moans fall from your parted lips.

His mouth moves back down to your aching hole, tongue darting in and out, lapping at the steady stream of sweet juices.

“Yes! Yes!” You pant out, between labored breaths getting caught in your chest when his finger teasingly swirls around your entrance causing you to suddenly clench around nothing.

Eddie was very vocal in bed, well anywhere for that matter. It was a little off-putting to only hear the smacking of his lips against your core mixed with your filthy moans but if this was the type of treatment you receive each time you “jinxed” him you'd gladly take one sided silence for just a little while longer.

His lips attach to your throbbing clit, sucking a little harshly as his finger begins to push inside of you.

You throw your head back with a high pitched whine, as he slides his digit into you, pulling back just as quickly adding a second with ease into your soaking pussy, immediately curling them up to send you into a frenzy.

A combination of figure eights and tight circles dance across your clit, providing the perfect amount of friction for your core to be set ablaze. His fingers continued to curl, until he found that perfect spot.

Your back arches, hips pushing your pussy further into his mouth with a cry of pure pleasure.

His eyes dart up over your mound when he feels you tighten around his fingers. He wants to praise you, tell you how good you're doing but he moans instead, the vibrations sending another jolt of ecstasy through your body.

He strokes you from the inside, the rough pads of his fingers moving over your sweet spot again and again, each pass growing a little more frantic pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You're barely coherent when he adds a third finger, giving such a delicious stretch making your walls flutter and toes curl.

“Oh fuck!” You wail out, only causing him to double down his efforts, moving his free hand to press down on your lower abdomen.

“Oooooh! Baby!” Yelling out and squirming under him as that pressure begins to rapidly build, but he holds tight, pinning you in place giving you no other alternative than to let go.

Your cunt clamps down around his fingers, as your orgasm crashes into you with a blinding force, a tidal wave of pleasure pulling you under. An abundance of sparks dance behind your eyes, your release soaking him in the process.

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” You repeat his name like a mantra while he works you through your high, only slowing and popping off your abused clit when you begin to push his head away.

“Fucking finally!” He grins in triumph, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You squirted by the way.” He adds, winking and quickly hopping up to grab a towel from the hall closet.

“Wha—I…” You sputter out, trying to comprehend what had just happened, chest still heaving, mind still reeling in the afterglow.

He comes back into view a few moments later, towel in hand, dropping back between your thighs, gently wiping up the mess you made.

You throw an arm over your eyes, letting him take care of you as you hum your appreciation.

“Shit, Eddie! You didn’t–” Suddenly rising up on your elbows.

“Uh,” Clearing his throat slightly. “I did, actually.” He blushes as your gaze travels to the very wet patch on the front of his jeans.

“Well, that's one down. Two more to go.” Mumbling as you bite your lip.

“Hmmm?” His eyebrows raise, with a tilt of his head trying to decide if he had heard you correctly.

“Since we're using a rule of three, I think it's only fair you give me two more earth shattering orgasms.” Shrugging, as his mouth drops open.

“Ooooh! You are in for it now, sweetheart!” He grins, eyes lighting up at the prospect of a long night, tossing the towel and practically pouncing on top of you.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

The Emperor’s Gaze

Pairing: Emperor Geta x reader

Warnings : Fluff

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy! I couldn’t get Geta out of my mind so… here we are 🤭🤭

Word Count: 2.5k

Masterlist Part 2

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The palace was a labyrinth of marble corridors and gilded chambers, each corner a testament to Rome’s wealth and power. For those who served its rulers, it was also a maze of rules, where a single misstep could lead to ruin. You had learned this early, keeping your head low and your presence quieter still.

Your role as a maid was one of humble necessity—sweeping the floors, polishing silver, ensuring the tapestries hung just so. Others gossiped about the palace’s intrigues, but you avoided such folly. It was better not to know.

Tonight, however, was different. The air was heavy with expectation. The emperor himself, Geta, had returned from a victorious campaign, and the palace was alive with revelry. You had hoped to avoid the feast entirely, yet a last-minute order sent you to the grand hall with a pitcher of wine in hand.

The moment you stepped inside, the scale of the event hit you like a wave. Braziers cast a golden glow over the sprawling chamber, their flames reflected in polished bronze shields mounted on the walls. Senators and noblemen lounged on silk-draped couches, while musicians played softly in the background. The scent of roasted meats and spiced wine hung thick in the air.

At the far end of the hall, seated atop a raised platform, was the man himself. Emperor Geta.

He looked every bit the ruler of an empire. His dark crimson robes, edged in gold, flowed around him like a mantle of fire. The laurels on his head gleamed under the light of the chandeliers, but it was his presence that truly dominated the room. Leaning back in his chair, he surveyed the hall with a mix of boredom and subtle amusement, his dark eyes flickering over each guest as if weighing their worth.

You kept your gaze fixed firmly on the floor as you approached the head of the table, clutching the pitcher so tightly your knuckles turned white. The clamor of conversation around you seemed deafening, yet you moved unnoticed—just as you preferred.

Until you didn’t.

As you leaned forward to refill the emperor’s goblet, your trembling hands betrayed you. The lip of the pitcher brushed his fingers, and before you could pull back, he spoke.

“Stop.”

The single word was quiet, yet it silenced the room. A hush fell over the feast as all eyes turned toward the emperor—and you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you froze, the pitcher still in hand. Slowly, hesitantly, you straightened.

“Look at me.”

It wasn’t a request.

For a moment, you debated disobedience. Maybe if you bowed deeply enough, he’d let you slip away unnoticed. But something in his tone—firm yet curious—compelled you to obey. You lifted your gaze, your heart pounding so loudly you were certain he could hear it.

When your eyes met his, the world seemed to shrink.

His face was sharp, regal, yet there was a warmth in his deep brown eyes that you hadn’t expected. He studied you in silence, his gaze moving over your face with the precision of a man who missed nothing. Your breath hitched, your pulse racing under the weight of his scrutiny.

“What is your name?” he asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

You swallowed hard, forcing your voice to steady. “Y/N, my lord.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, the syllables slow and deliberate, as though savoring them. His lips quirked into a faint smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “How long have you served in my palace?”

“Two years, my lord.”

His head tilted slightly, as if considering your answer. The room seemed to hold its breath, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade. You felt the stares of the assembled nobles boring into you, some curious, others envious.

“Two years,” he mused, almost to himself. “And yet, I’ve never noticed you before.”

Your cheeks burned with a mixture of shame and confusion. Was that an insult? A compliment? You didn’t dare ask.

Geta’s gaze lingered on you a moment longer, then he leaned back in his chair, dismissing you with a slight wave of his hand. “You may go.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Bowing deeply, you retreated as quickly as decorum allowed, your hands trembling as you clutched the empty pitcher. The whispers began before you even reached the doors.

Back in the safety of the servants’ quarters, you pressed your back against the cool stone wall, your heart still racing. What had just happened? Why had the emperor singled you out in such a public way?

Unbeknownst to you, Geta’s thoughts lingered on the timid maid with the downcast eyes and steady voice. In a hall filled with Rome’s finest, it was you who had caught his attention.

And he wasn’t the type to let such curiosity go unanswered.

——

The next few days passed in a haze of unease. Though you tried to immerse yourself in your duties, the memory of the emperor’s gaze lingered, as vivid as if it had happened moments ago. Whispers of that night followed you through the palace—servants and guards speculating about why the emperor had spoken to you, of all people.

You did your best to ignore them. You were a maid, nothing more. Whatever had sparked his interest that night would surely fade.

Or so you thought.

It began subtly at first. A guard would appear in the kitchens as you worked, delivering a cryptic message: “The emperor has requested his chambers be attended to by Y/N.” The head housekeeper, though confused by the unusual request, complied without question. After all, one did not defy the emperor’s wishes.

And so, for three mornings in a row, you found yourself alone in his private quarters. The rooms were grand, draped in rich fabrics and adorned with treasures from across the empire. Yet they felt oddly… personal. A small desk near the window held stacks of parchment, the ink-stained quills hinting at late-night writings. A sword, its hilt worn with use, rested casually against the wall.

The first two mornings passed without incident. You worked quickly, cleaning and tidying without lingering, half expecting the emperor to appear at any moment. But he didn’t.

Until the third morning.

You had just finished smoothing the folds of his bed’s silk coverlet when you heard the door open behind you. Your breath caught, and you turned slowly, clutching the edge of the bed to steady yourself.

There he was, dressed in a simple tunic, his firey hair slightly tousled as though he’d only just risen. Without the laurels and formal attire, he looked younger, almost approachable. Almost.

“Y/N,” he greeted, his voice warm yet carrying the weight of command.

“My lord,” you replied, bowing deeply. Your hands twisted the hem of your apron nervously as you straightened, unsure of what to do or say.

He stepped further into the room, his gaze locked on you as if he were trying to solve a riddle. “Tell me, do you always avoid looking at me, or is it just since the feast?”

The question startled you. You glanced up, meeting his eyes briefly before looking away again. “I…I did not wish to presume, my lord.”

A soft chuckle escaped him, and he crossed the room to stand before you. “Presume what? That I’m a man who enjoys being ignored?”

You blinked, unsure how to respond. Was he teasing you? Testing you?

“You intrigue me, Y/N,” he said after a moment, his tone shifting to something quieter, more genuine. “In a palace filled with people clamoring for my attention, you shy away from it. Why?”

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. Finally, you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. “Because attention in this palace is… dangerous, my lord.”

He tilted his head, considering your answer. “Wise,” he murmured. “But perhaps unwarranted.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, surprised by his response. His expression was unreadable, but there was no trace of mockery in his tone.

“Dangerous or not,” he continued, “I find myself drawn to you. And I’ve never been one to ignore my instincts.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. The room felt impossibly small, the air heavy with the weight of his words.

“Tell me,” he said, stepping closer, “what do you think of me?”

Your heart leapt into your throat. What was he asking? Why was he asking? You couldn’t afford to offend him, yet honesty seemed just as perilous.

“I think…” you began cautiously, your eyes darting to the floor, “that you are a great emperor, my lord. Respected. Feared.”

He laughed, a deep, genuine sound that caught you off guard. “Feared,” he repeated, shaking his head. “And are you afraid of me, Y/N?”

Your silence was answer enough.

Geta reached out then, his hand brushing your chin. Gently, he tilted your face upward, forcing you to meet his gaze. His touch was warm, unexpected.

“You don’t need to fear me,” he said softly, his eyes searching yours. “Not when I intend to protect you.”

Your breath hitched at his words, your mind spinning. Protect you? From what? From whom? You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the two of you suspended in the quiet intimacy of that moment.

Then a knock at the door shattered the silence.

Geta’s hand dropped, his expression hardening as he turned toward the door. “Enter.”

A servant appeared, bowing low. “My lord, the council awaits your presence.”

Geta nodded, his composure returning as swiftly as it had slipped. He glanced back at you, his gaze lingering. “We will speak again, Y/N.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving you alone in the room, your heart racing and your thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and anticipation.

——

The following days passed in a strange blur. You carried out your duties with the same diligence as always, yet your mind was consumed by the emperor’s words: *You don’t need to fear me. Not when I intend to protect you.*

What had he meant by that? Protect you from what? And why had he chosen you, out of all the people in the palace, to share such a promise?

The whispers among the staff had only grown louder. They noticed, of course—the way the emperor’s gaze lingered on you when he passed through the halls, the way he seemed to seek you out in moments when no one else dared approach. You tried to ignore it, but the weight of their eyes was impossible to escape.

It was on a quiet afternoon, as you scrubbed the marble floors of the palace’s western wing, that your solitude was once again interrupted. The sound of boots echoed down the corridor, drawing closer with each passing moment. You didn’t look up, assuming it was a guard or another servant on an errand.

“Y/N.”

The sound of your name, spoken in that familiar voice, sent a shiver down your spine. You froze, your hands stilling against the wet cloth. Slowly, you turned to see him standing there, his arms crossed over his chest. He was dressed simply again, his tunic and cloak free of the heavy embellishments he wore in public.

“My lord,” you said, bowing your head quickly, trying to mask the nervous flutter in your chest.

He stepped closer, his boots clicking softly against the marble. “Is this how you spend your afternoons? Scrubbing floors?”

You dared a small smile, though you kept your eyes lowered. “It’s honest work, my lord.”

His expression softened. “Honest, perhaps. But a waste of your talents, I think.”

You blinked, startled. “My… talents?”

He crouched slightly, bringing himself closer to your level. “Do you know what intrigues me about you, Y/N?”

You shook your head, your breath caught somewhere between confusion and anticipation.

“You see things others don’t,” he said, his voice low. “You understand the dangers of this palace, the way power twists and turns. But you also carry yourself with grace—humility. It’s rare.”

You stared at him, unsure how to respond. Was he testing you again? Trying to unsettle you? Yet there was no trace of malice in his tone, only sincerity.

“I don’t belong in your world, my lord,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” he agreed. “You don’t. And perhaps that’s why I find you so… refreshing.”

His words hung between you, their weight heavy with unspoken meaning. You felt your cheeks flush under his gaze, your heart racing in a way you couldn’t control.

“Come with me,” he said suddenly, standing and offering his hand.

Your eyes widened. “My lord, I—”

“No arguments,” he interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. “You’ve spent enough time scrubbing these floors. Humor me for a while.”

Hesitating only a moment, you placed your hand in his. His grip was steady, warm, and surprisingly gentle as he helped you to your feet. He led you through the palace, his stride purposeful yet unhurried.

The halls grew quieter the further you went, until you found yourself in a secluded garden, hidden away behind towering marble walls. The air was cool, the scent of blooming jasmine filling your lungs. A small fountain trickled in the center, its soft gurgle the only sound.

“This is my favorite place,” he said, releasing your hand and turning to face you. “Away from the politics, the noise. No one comes here without my permission.”

You looked around, awed by the serene beauty of the space. It was unlike anything you’d seen in the palace—a haven untouched by the chaos of court.

“Why did you bring me here?” you asked softly, your voice barely carrying over the sound of the fountain.

“Because I want you to understand something,” he said, stepping closer. “In this palace, you’re right—attention can be dangerous. But it can also be a shield.”

You frowned, confused. “A shield?”

“Yes.” His eyes locked onto yours, their intensity stealing your breath. “As long as my attention is on you, no one else will dare harm you. They won’t dare use you to get to me.”

Your chest tightened at his words. Was this his way of protecting you? Claiming you as his, if only to keep the vultures at bay?

“But why me?” you asked, the question tumbling out before you could stop it. “I’m just a maid. Why would you risk your reputation for someone like me?”

His lips curved into a small, almost sad smile. “Because you’re the first person in years to see me as a man, not just an emperor.”

The weight of his confession left you speechless. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. His touch lingered, his fingers warm against your skin.

“You don’t have to answer now,” he said softly, his voice a low murmur. “But when the time comes, I want you to trust me. Will you try?”

You nodded, unable to find your voice. His smile grew, a flicker of warmth crossing his otherwise guarded expression.

“Good,” he said, stepping back. “Now, come. There’s more to this garden I want to show you.”

And as you followed him deeper into the hidden sanctuary, you couldn’t help but feel that, for the first time, the world might not be such a dangerous place after all.

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Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 , 𝐅𝟏 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐃

summary , a series where the readers are the drivers and these handsome gentlemen are the wags

collab , @solaireverie

status , ongoing

main masterlist | f1 masterlist | f1 grid masterlist | sol's masterlist

A DRINK OR TWO , after a nasty breakup you get black out at a bar and end up meeting someone who change your world

BEST HE'LL EVER WRITE , being the partner and muse of a celebrated author means that fans start connecting the dots sooner rather than later

CANDID PHOTOS , everybodies fav driver decides to spend off season down under and runs into someone who changes her life for the better

DADDY BOUGHT HIM A GIRLFRIEND , ferrari's team owners son is exposed for having a fan account for there number one driver and some how they end up fake dating for six months

ELECTRIC LOVE , people seem to be under the impression that you and your good friend sebastian are dating but little do they know kimi is way more your type

FASHION DISASTERS , a collaboration leads to fights disses and eventually blossoms into a whirlwind romance that no one saw coming

THAT LAVENDER HAZE , your florist husband spoils you with his creations

LET HIM COOK , he cooks in the kitchen while she cooks on track

MADRID PROPAGANDA , your brother is desperate for you to like real madrid and is willing to do whatever it takes to get there

ONE CHANCE BABY , a song on a collab album starts sparks on social media and reveles a long time crush that a rapper has on a certain ferrari driver

OWNER OF MY HEART , tension between teammates spirals out of control and people think new owner ship will help? well it did - but only for one of them

PAGES OF VOUGE , a fashion icon is drawn out of writing retirement by an equally iconic 8 time world champion which leads to love blossoming rather quickly

PAINTING PERFECTION ,a quick look around your house would tell anyone that you are a massive fan of a certain artist and with the help of the internet you become so much more than just a fan

PUT IT INTO SPEED DRIVE , alex is contracted to help you get out of trouble after you land in hot water

RIDE THE NEW WAVE , after a nasty break up you and lewis hamilton take a trip australia and you meet someone that makes you forget all about that loser of an ex

RULES OF BEING A BODYGUARD , after thing get a little tense between you and george after the brazil gp mark has his work cut out for him but remember rule number one - don't fall in love

esteban version ,

fernando version ,

george version ,

lando norris ,

logan version ,

max version ,

pierre version ,

[cloudysarts]

ever since i was a kid, ive wondered what it would look like if mabel was convinced to rule gravity falls alongside bill during weirdmageddon.....and my au FINALLY gave me an excuse to draw up a design for it!!!! SO, i introduce you to: Henchmaniac Mabel!!!!!!!! look at how cute she is!!!! <3 more context under the cut!!!

(other mabels muse au parts can be found here, here, and here!)

if you don't wanna check out the other parts, a really quick summary of this au is that: near the beginning of summer, bill reveals himself to mabel, and they become fast friends. everyone else in town assumes hes imaginary, but she knows hes real. what she DOESNT know, is that he has ulterior motives for wanting to get on her good side, specifically....

eventually, that leads to this!!! ford and dipper pull away from her, upon the discovery that shes working with a demon, which makes her feel more isolated than ever. shes convinced they just have the wrong idea, about bill. when ford suggests dipper stay with him after the summers over, she finally breaks down, and is comforted by her "muse". he promises her more summer! if she just break's her great-uncle's rift :)

of course, mabel isnt a MONSTER. and bill knows this! he knows that she might think his idea of a party is a liiiittle bit extreme. so, at the beginning of weirdmageddon, he gives her a gift! a pair of magic goggles! and juuuust enough of his power so that she can share in the joy of re-decorating the town :)

[vamph00n]

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆mdni!!⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆

tags: celebhoon!!xmakeupartistreader!! fem reader, morally grey hoon, sunoo cameo. nsfw

wc: 6k

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ synopsis: in which page one of the terms and conditions of your contract explicitly states that having physical relations with anyone in the workplace will result in an immediate suspension. that being said, you wonder how long it’ll be till you're fired. well maybe you’ll be exempted from that fate. considering it takes two to tango, and the other person in question is sunghoon. by technicality, you two didn’t exactly break the rules…yet.

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ taglist: @deobitifull @jakeswifez @d-dilemma

smut tags under the cut!!!

smut tags: dubcon, thigh riding, voyeurism, oral (m receiving), cum, spit, etc lmk if i missed anything.

nothing of what i wrote is meant to represent the real world, please consume what you can handle.

enjoy!

you've heard the woes of people who’ve worked at this specific entertainment agency. as to the reason why, you’ve been met with one hell of a contract for starters. in which the first rule of the terms and conditions explicitly states:

there will absolutely be no physical relations between anyone in the company.

you kind of figured it was a no brainer. working in this industry for a while it was an unspoken rule, but at this company? it was serious. anyone who fucked around didn’t stay long enough to truely understand the social repercussions and the forever stain it left on your reputation.

[redacted] entertainment made sure your future employers had the full rundown on your work behavior.

to you? it was doable. the amount of people you’ve seen come and go from this company was astounding. honestly that rule was the only one that got people fired in the first place, but nonetheless you were dead set on keeping this job.

one, because it paid well, and two; sunghoon.

…

“if you really consider it, they didn’t exactly break rule one,” your coworker conversed.

“yeah, they did,” you emphasized. “giving head is physical relations.”

both of you snickered at yourselves.

eating the food you packed for lunch, you play with that idea. so big deal, you can’t fuck said other employee; there are many ways you can have sexual relations with someone that doesn’t breach company policy. you’re sure that if you had made the decision to whore yourself out to whomever you choose, you’d be sneaky about it. as if you had anyone in mind.

well you do, it’s just…you’d rather put your work first.

“so who’s your ‘muse’ for the next hour” your coworker interrupts your thought process.

looking across the table to the bleach blonde boy whom you spent the majority of work and lunch breaks with, you sigh with contempt. if he didn’t have such a knack with a beauty blender, he’d be a model for the agency himself.

“park sunghoon”

the both of you scrunch your faces in displeasure. so damn difficult. sunoo shakes off that icky feeling, which earns him a faint smile from you. working with him is definitely what made this hell hole bearable.

ever since the well performing ad that prick starred in, it’s like his ego skyrocketed by ten fold. gone were the days he was solely booted to being a deodorant model, (in which you and sunoo had joked about having to conceal his dark underarms one day…)

the aversion seemed to go both ways. sunghoon the no-longer-antiperspirant-endorser, also seemed to have the same malcontent. but it was not exclusive to you two, he was just as equally uninterested to all staff.

well, maybe he was a bit mean to you and sunoo, because word got around about the little inside jokes you made.

“as much as i’d love to keep chatting, you have a date with the former ice prince of febreeze for your pits.” the blonde's laugh echoed.

you chuckle off sunoo’s comment, and brace for a painstakingly slow day.

…

in the midst of the many semi-harmless remarks you’ve made about sunghoon, guess you’ve forgotten to mention the fact that he is your favorite face to work on.

he’s stunning.

unzipping your kit, and setting out the products chosen after reviewing the theme of today's photoshoot, he arrives on the dot. the same icy gaze he seems to never take off lands on you for a few brief moments. you don’t know how long he’s been staring, because your eyes met his once you turned his direction. the manager trailing behind him with a clipboard in hand pulls sunghoon’s attention away, and you continue to set up your workstation. mentally taking note of your supplies:

curling iron, brushes, makeup, check.

gone are the days you actually greet your clients, because he just sits in the chair pulling out his phone. it doesn’t matter anymore because per contract rules, someone of his caliber is not to be talked to unless spoken to. maybe it would’ve been better if he stayed an antiperspirant endorser.

prepping his skin, you let the product sit. he looks bored. guess after a while of doing back to back photoshoots he’d be bored. what a luxury, to have other people do things for you at your hand.

there’s always been a clear divide between staff, and models. obviously. people in cosmetics were no strangers to this dynamic, neither were you. it’s maybe why when someone went from being a D-rate model, to being on the cover of multiple magazines; it puts a sour taste in your mouth.

sure, he was always bound to be on the screen advertising and you’d be working behind the camera. but for that brief moment of time when he was unknown, there was common ground between you two. just an unknown makeup artist and an unknown pretty face, joining the same company at the same time. both at the same starting point.

it sucks, because you could’ve known him, you could’ve been better than him.

there was always a tinge of jealousy.

envy, hurt, and abandonment. could you really feel that way because someone you never really knew? no. consulting yourself, and your thoughts at the time, maybe it’s because you felt you needed someone. feeling like you knew sunghoon is what gave you comfort.

it was stupid, and now you’ve diffused into the rest of the backstage staff. you make remarks about famous beautiful people, and they dehumanize you further as they get more starlight.

working the makeup sponge into his face, you watch him glance up a couple of times. a pang in your chest happens accordingly. trying to shut away the little bits of emotion you feel. you convince yourself it’s borderline creepy, how attached you feel to him yet he probably doesn’t even know you.

you go to set his base with powder, then it’s time to do his eyes. it’s been a while since you’ve had any connection to a person that isn’t just platonic. you think perhaps that’s why the fuzzy feelings you have about him bubble up. a reason you give yourself that doesn’t distract you from your mild distaste. it doesn’t help that you’ve also been going through a major dry spell.

the uncomfortable close nature this job fosters, makes it apparent.

the very charming drunk suitors at the bar are no longer, and your tinder had been long deactivated after seeing a family member pop up. there had been no action in your sex life for far too long, and it definitely got to you.

it’s pathetic. you know.

sunghoon’s manager leaves the room, only you and him remaining there. his eyes glance up at the door, then back to you. shit. the little butterflies in the pit of your stomach start flying around, as the little pitter patter of your heart beat increases. trying to break free of this feeling, you disregard the cardinal rule of not speaking unless spoken to.

“i need to do your eyes now.”

he nods, and closes them, putting his ear buds in. a wave of relief crashes onto you as you start to apply the eyeshadow on his lids. your face so close to his, you can hear his shallow breaths and he can hear yours.

“…sorry i’m so close, i can’t see well.” you mutter as you just try to gain composure.

at time like this is when you question if you’ve always been this easy to fluster.

after a long dragged out time spent working on the first eye, you moved to the second. it felt like time stopped, and you lost all ability to do makeup because it was taking you longer than usual. so many times you had to apologize to him for messing up, once you moved to his right eye he had anticipated another apology.

“sorry this is taking so long—“

“you talk too much.” he interrupts you.

reaching out his hand to pull you closer, in which you assume he was helping you get your job done more efficiently.

his eyes still closed, he reaches unintentionally for your hip, and grabs you onto his leg where you sat.

your body stiffens at the feeling, him seemingly okay with it. is he not saying anything to save himself from embarrassment? you don’t know. because now you are close, you can see better. so it did help, and you stay there, just continuing to do his makeup.

you subtlety shift back to see his face entirely, and feel the friction of his knee against your core.

this isn’t fucking happening.

shifting your weight forward again, feeling the sensation of your clothed cunt moving against his thigh you try to get this job done quickly and soon. it has appeared your lack of action has made quite you sensitive.

hoping to hell, and praying to god he doesn’t notice the growing desire bubbling within you, your shaky hand takes the makeup brush. a craft you’ve perfected, and you're finding it hard to keep your thoughts straight as you apply the base layer of his eyeshadow. as you take your time, you hear his shallow breaths turn into grunts of displeasure and impatience.

something that unintentionally turns you on.

holding your breath, you sigh. if he had noticed the discomfort brewing in your pants, you’d imagine the shock on his face. you anticipate what he’d do if he found out. something a little too risky to test.

sunghoon shifts in his seat, causing his knee to rub against your throbbing heat yet again. oh, it feels too good. can’t help but wonder how the mess you must’ve made.

in your head you’ve already convinced yourself that he has no clue what he is doing. you feel a little perverted, but it does ease your neglected cunt. you can only assume he has no idea the things he’s doing to you because his eyes are closed and his earbuds are in. you continue to try and do your job with a faulty hand.

or maybe he knows. the thought does cross your mind, how can it not? does this add to how utterly attractive you find him? yes. a lot actually.

then he adjusts himself again, causing his leg to bump against your sensitive heat.

oh.

this action earns a hushed moan from your throat, in which you are quick to cover your mouth. he doesn’t look up, and thank god. you're almost finished with his makeup, and so ready to go home after this.

your pussy twitches. it must be dripping right now, fuck.

drawing back your attention, you just have to clean up the look, add a couple of embellishments and you’re done. you can tell he’s still bored. that stupid feeling all your clients have when you do their makeup. you feel a weird sense of anger, and frustration at him. in your head keeping the villainized persona of him is easier, so you can just let go of this acquaintance you grew an attachment to. it also helps distract your mind from the wetness pooling. you do ponder… would he be so bored if you had mentioned how soaked your panties were?

as you are just about to finish up, you smudge it.

“fuck.” you say, as you look at the mistake.

“what’s wrong?” sunghoon mutters while opening his eyes. pausing ever so slightly, he takes a look at your face. the flushed color of your cheeks apparent. he doesn’t take note, at least he doesn’t make you aware that it is visible to him. instead he complains, obviously, and you instruct him to shut his eyes so you can end whatever hell of a wet dream this is.

and so you can forget how much this is turning you on.

as you correct your mistake, he starts to bounce his leg in a habit of boredom. you jolt and there is no way he’s not noticing this; wondering if he has caught on, or if he truly is as stoic as he seems.

you however, can’t make sense of it. nor is your endorphin filled brain actually paying attention to anything other than your pleasure.

if you were ever to recount this, which you know you won’t, you’d most definitely be an unreliable narrator.

your hips uncontrollably press into his thigh, warmth concentrates on the weak delicate parts of you and silently, you let the feeling of your climax engulf your lower body. writhing, the slight tinge of dizzy euphoria was fleeting, because you can’t believe you fucking got off.

it’s l surprising how good it felt, how your wet walls must’ve convulsed so deliciously around nothing. you can’t believe it was that good. embarrassment clouds your brain when you realize how bad you needed that.

you wonder if he notices your heavy breaths, if he’ll see the rise and fall of your chest. you wonder slightly… what he’d do if he had relized you came just now.

the thought is too hot for you to handle.

interrupting your silence, you hear the metal clank of the door knob and you come to your feet quickly. feeling the blood rush back to your head, you watch sunghoon’s manager walk in.

“i’ve finished.” you mumbled. you don’t know who you’re saying it to, the manager, sunghoon; or if you're simply just stating what you did all over your panties.

the man before you stands from the chair, adjusting his clothes, dusting off his lap. you can’t help but think that he knows, and he’s going to get you fired. he can’t, this job is quite literally your livelihood. he looks back to you, heading out the door, his eyes meeting yours. the brief flicker of his gaze on your reddened cheeks. of course he has the last word in a tone you can’t decipher.

“i can see that.”

…

the fluorescent lights of the store are migraine inducing. walking through the aisles searching for things to restock your hygiene products.

it’s been a couple of days, and the incident is still fresh your mind. you’d at least hope that by now it’d fade into the back of your head, but it just won’t. the loud generic pop playing over the speakers as you shop does nothing to drown your thoughts. and even when you’re home no amount of dissociating helps either.

but what the hell can you do?

on top of that, you’re still confused if sunghoon knew what happened.

there’s no way in hell he didn’t.

and like the world is plotting against you, one slight turn to the right you are greeted with the outdated deodorant ad of him. the bright lights the store had pointed to the display were obnoxious.

if he knew, he would’ve snitched. a pit in your stomach started to grow.

from that moment since you’ve been counting down the days, wondering when you’ll get the dreaded call into work. it’s torture, you can’t stand it. you’ve contemplated, maybe telling someone would lessen the weight. who would you tell? your therapist? sunoo? absolutely not.

moreover, how do you go about telling someone how much you enjoyed that?

your phone dings, an email. you hold the screen to you face, surprised at the contents.

…

being ordered to the company on your day off was something you didn’t expect, and if you were to be summoned to the building it should’ve been a pink slip. it was neither, instead you were being called to cover for someone last minute.

walking through the hallways of the establishment, it was empty. who could’ve been here on a day like this, you wouldn’t know, especially at this hour. the lights were only on in a couple of sections, many of the studio doors being locked. you assumed this job would probably be a quick one, whatever it might be.

2415, the number of the studio.

makeup kit in hand as you opened the door, you look up. the last person you wanted to see on the other side of it, sunghoon.

the door shuts behind your back, there’s no manager in sight, or crew, or anyone else. his eyes meeting yours, you swallow thickly. the dryness of your throat distracts you. is it hot in here?

his eyes meet yours in a trance. the corner of his mouth raises. this isn’t about makeup, or a photoshoot is it?

“you like me.” he says.

“huh?”

do you? you suppose... his expression is smug, irritating even.

he trails on, looking you up and down. you seem like someone who’s down for a good time. well, you’re someone who had a good time… one that very well could cost you your job. sunghoon knows that.

he feels the little pride in his chest rise, knowing he can easily persuade you. to do something fun, something different.

“do you wanna keep your job?”

…

sunghoon has a lot of things, money, noteriety, and looks.

he doesn’t have you.

honestly, who wouldn’t want the pretty little makeup artist who fell apart on his lap? yeah he knew. of course he fucking noticed. in that moment when you had lost yourself so innocently on his leg he couldn’t help but wonder just how touch starved you might’ve been. to get off simply at him shaking his leg? feeling your needy little pussy rub against against him? it was far too hot for him not to enjoy…

then again, he thinks back to why he singles you out of the dozen. he’s always sort of seen you as… competent, hard working, and unexpectedly…he found you quite interesting.

did the fact you were both briefed for your jobs at the same time help? maybe, and maybe if it weren’t for the stupid work policy he’d have fucked you already. while he wasn't exactly opposed to breaking the rules… he knew you were adamant about keeping your job.

did he practically hang the job above your head? yes, cause he could very well report you if he wanted. there’s no fun in that.

…

sunghoon’s hum rings in the empty studio. your nerves are still present. did you hear him correctly?

“i’m sorry are you—-“

he cuts you off and nods. how long would this take you to process? he’s fucking blackmailing you.

you stand there, still wondering what this could even entail. he’s made it clear, that’s not his intention to get you fired yet, but what is? your stomach forms a pit at the idea what he’ll make you do. you figure… maybe this is a late revenge for the many times you’ve made snarky comments about him, and you should’ve just let go of that in the past. you think how he’ll now commend you for your present day behavior towards him still, cause yes you still find the deodorant model jokes funny. now paired with the fact you know, that he knew you got off on his knee, there was nothing redeemable about your situation.

he steps forward,closing the space between the two of you. his hand grabbing at your chin, your pretty little face between his thumb and index finger. he knows youre not one to put your job on the line to fuck a coworker, even if your so utterly desperate.

so he’s not going to, not yet at least.

his hand releases from your small face, and he looks at you in your taut little shirt. he wonders if you know how enticing you look. do you know what you do to him? walking around the building looking like that all day. even if you have said some remarks about him, at least you're talking about him. that just clarifies that you think of him at the very least.

“i don’t want to get either of us fired.” is what he claims, but he will hang the job over your head if you don’t comply.

“but, i think you’re in a position that can’t say no to some fun.”

god, he must know how desperate you were. how touch starved you must’ve been for something real. it makes your head spin at the minor excitement that he just might do something.

he smirks at your compliance. “i want to get you off.”

clearing the table where you’d usually put your makeup kit, he pushes up against the counter kissing you in a ferocious manner. his lips so plump, it sends your brain into a daze.

this is physical relations. this will get you fired.

pushing his chest away from yours, he wipes the corners of his mouth. “we were just getting started. you chicken out or something?” he lets out an amused laugh rumble from his stomach. it’s something that makes you remember just how demanding he actually is.

“are you stupid? this is physical relations park!”

“if this goes any further we’ll both get fired.” the sound of the fold up chair scooting back as he sits down takes you away into thought.

you are most certainly sure that he does not give two shits about you right now, and that in the moment he really is trying to get you fired. why you felt his moral compass was that off center, it’s cause you’ve known him for long enough. that being said, the ways you’ve known him was purely how he treated you.

“relax, you didn’t think i was actually going to fuck you?”

that hurt, hurt like hell. it deflated the ego you were slowly starting to build, admittedly because you knew it would take a lot for sunghoon to actually throw his job away just for this. it did make you wonder why out of all people he chose you, but that was shut down quick when he just admitted he wasn’t gonna do anything.

“i recall that i said i wanted to get you off.” the stupid look on his face did nothing to diminish your want for his lips on your own.

sunghoon can see the curiosity, the sweet little pout on your face makes him all the happier to walk you through this. picking up your makeup bag from the floor, he rummaged through the pockets. makeup, sponges— and oh, what’s this?

as you sit on the table, it’s killing you that he’s not just doing as he said he would. does he get off on this? just the sheer fact that he might be making you break the rules? sunghoon is absolutely the type to. he grabs something from the bag in which you don’t catch in it’s entirety before he parts your legs.

“you can finger yourself right? no need for me to tell you how to do that.” his raspy voice bellows.

you nod, so utterly needy. your fingers slip under the fabric of your bottoms. he drinks in the sight as you ever so carefully rub the little bundle of nerves between your fingers. knowing that if you went any faster, this will be a quick session, so you take your time, just feeling how his eyes follow the clothed movement of your hands.

impatient, he takes them off for you. your bottoms. the clothe slides down your legs onto the floor, and god, you look tight. he slightly raises his shoulders, if you both weren’t in the company building right now he’d take you. alas he has to remind himself to hold back that urge. your glistening pussy in all its glory, just as pretty as sunghoon had imagined. it’s just as wet as he thought it would get.

just the way it tightens around nothing has his clothes dick feel the strain in his pants.

“bet your needy hole wishes it could feel this huh?” he rasps while palming over the very visible bulge.

he sits back in the chair, picking up the item and tossing it on the table beside you.

a curling wand.

“w-what do you want me to do with this?” the slight dread, and anticipation you had at his next few words made you just slightly whimper.

the action earns you a pleasured look on his face, and spreads his legs as if to show to you that this is indeed also getting him off.

“don’t be dumb, i want you to stick it in.”

your jaw slightly hangs open, that? that curling wand? you don’t think you’ve ever experienced something of that size, or girth. is he crazy?

the look of hesitation on your face confirms to him that you're unsure, but with a little encouragement he knows you’ll be a good girl.

“can’t take this huh?” he muttered, “that’s a shame.”

picking up the wand then running his tongue along the cold metal, before waving it back to your face.

“lube it up then babe.” his fanged smile submitting you so easily.

the phallic shape of the hair tool takes you back to when you’d fantasize about sticking other things up there to satisfy your needs. thank god you found out what vibratiors were before you got too desperate. although it would seem you’ve regressed, or simply just didn’t think about that in the moment.

spitting on it, and lathering the slick evenly across the wand you’re fucking terrified to say the least.

tou feel that must make sunghoon feel some sick pleasure derived front that.

angling it against your entrance you can already feel the tip being too girthy, like it’ll split you open.

sunghoon stands from his chair seeing your hesitance, and a wad of spit lands on the wand.

“if y’can’t get this in don’t know how you’ll be able to take me.”

oh he’s bluffing, but wait so he’ll fuck you eventually?

“wait so you’re going to—“

“not yet.” he raises his voice before landing back on the chair with his legs spread. “not in the company building no.”

unzipping and undoing the button on his pants, he folds over the sides so you can just barely see the dick print peaking through. your mouth almost salivates at the sight, and that makes sunghoon all the more eager to see your tiny cunt take that fucking hair curler. adjusting his posture he rolls down the elastic of his briefs to reveal that fucking christ—

he wasn’t lying.

watching you take in the sight of his cock, he slightly strokes it, making you eager for his touch and your own pleasure.

“gonna sit and stare? or you gonna fuck your pussy?”

silenced at his words, you push the tool into your depths, and sunghoon audibly moans as he watches every inch get sucked into you. he can only imagine what it would be like if that was him, and the little jolts of pain you displayed would be felt around his dick if he had just took you right then and there.

the stretch is insane, on one hand you can feel the bruises that will form within you, on the other hand you can feel how it hits the delicious spots of your inner walls. oh and the faces he makes as you take this monstrous size into you, it makes you imagine what his will feel like when he’s in balls deep, and what his face will look like.

the oh so pretty face you loved working on, and how it would contort into the same gorgeous expressions. watching his hands grip at his girth as you adjust to the size of the wand, you draw it out, then slam it back into yourself.

“fuck!”

you exclaim as your hand grips at the handle, starting to rhythmically thrust it in and out of your hole. it excites sunghoon all the more.

“looks like you still know how to please yourself huh?” his chest flattens as his hand moves faster, trying to match the same pace as you. it’s unbelievable how wet you’re getting. with each sloppy movement he can hear your melodic voice echo slightly in the room. each thrust drawing out a louder sound.

your back pressed up against the wall, your other hands goes to toy with your aching clit, causing a wave of sensations through your core. biting back a moan you know that would be too loud, the male across you pumps his dick even faster. it’s long, hard, so veiny and pretty. the reddened head of his tip oozing with precum, and his chest rising and falling.

he isn’t ashamed to show how much this does for him, he’s not the type. although, something about being able to see you clench makes him want to feel it. it makes him curse at himself for not just fucking you instead of acting none the wiser while you got off on his thigh. is this really how your cunt looks when taking cock? well, the substitute of one.

you’re just walking around freely with that? he’s been holding off for that?

his hands started to not feel enough, he needed a part of you to be on him so he could feel the relief of just having you to make it feel better. standing up, his erect member in hand, he holds it close to you.

“spit on it.” he almost begs.

who are you to say no?

a glob of your saliva drips onto his veiny need, and he feels it dribble down. still close to you, now near the sight that was merely a few inches away, he can really see how your hole just sucks in the wand. it’s dangerous how much he wants it.

taking the wand away from your hold, he helps you himself, fucking into you faster.

your body moves up with every shove, and he watches as you hold yourself up. the sight of your tits bouncing up and down, and the expressions he draws out make his dick twitch harder, his free hand stroking like his life depended on it.

“bet you take cock so good,” he hums before taking his free hand convered with precum placing it on the top of your stomach. as he impales your guts with the tool, the harmonious sounds from your mouth grow louder, your jaw hanging agape. he can feel how it bulges in your stomach, how you're slowly falling apart for him.

“sunghoon—“ you moan out feeling the pressure be too much, but it also feels too good to make it stop.

the sounds being elicited from your gooey and viscous slick are pornographic. he doesn’t think he’s seen anything quite as good, quite as real.

“look at how much there is, must feel so good huh?” he asks tauntingly.

“fuck, can’t imagine what it must feel like having your pussy wrapped around my dick like that.”

his dirty, dirty words almost make you wetter, if that’s even possible. still rubbing your clit, another wad of his spit lands there, his nod encouraging you to keep going.

his dick twitches at the sight, wanting to get you off faster so he can see what it must look like when you cum. his grip on the handle of the tool so strong, you can see the veins of his hand. fucking into you deeper and faster, all the sensations feel too much. the way it throbs for him, the way you’ve been feeling your peak build from the start, the never ending pleasure. this time it’s not as fleeting, this time your not fucking yourself against his thigh. this time he’s fucking you.

your cunt clenches so hardly around the tool, a familiar heat bubbling to the surface. this time, just stronger, and harder than anything you think you’ve ever experienced.

“sunghoon— i” your words are cut off as he pushes in you harder, and presses your stomach.

“yeah? let me see how your pretty little hole tightens all for me.” he almost growls hungrily.

you nod aggressively, feeling him so eager to get you off. he really wasn’t lying.

with another plunge into your swelling walls, you feel it. the waves of release engulf your whole core. you can feel it through your stomach, the delicate bundle of nerves, and in your vagina. you can feel the slick coat the tool more as you still try to come down from the high.

trying to slide out the curling wand you quickly urge him not to.

“fuck i’m still cumming.” you breathlessly exclaim, your whole body shaking from pleasure.

as sunghoon watched he bathes in how filthy you’ve made that metal rod, how much of that was only you. taking his neglected dick in hand, he hovers over the mess to quickly get himself off.

“what are you—“

he shuts you up, and pumps harder on his own cock, urging you to take some of that mess and lather it against his ache.

he’s so lewd, so open about it to you. there no shyness in sight, and he so wants to use the means that you can provide. it’s so hot, you can’t fathom how you’d ever be into anything like this. looking up at him, his face is desperate for relief, and you coat his dick with the slick you drenched the curling rod with.

you can feel how hot and heavy it is, the feeling of your supple fingertips on his length makes his body recoil from sensitivity. he wants to cum so fucking bad.

he doesn’t know when was the last time he was this eager to get off, maybe when he was a teenager he felt like this. it just seems you’re too intoxicating for him to handle. the texture of all your juices on his length make it hard for him to not bust so quickly, but he has to.

“shit, feels too good.” his voice rings as you just watch.

his thumb swirls at his sticky tip, and you’ve never wanted to put something in your mouth as much as you did now.

you hover over his cock, and lick your lips.

“hey— what the hell?!” sunghoon asks as you take it in your mouth. he’s immediately distracted from the bliss, and he feeling his fists and body clench at the sensation.

“shit, we’re breaking the rules right now—“

he didn’t think you’d really break.

you cut him off as the pop sound of your mouth makes his brain go fuzzy. “let me take it, i wanna taste you.” your saliva all stringy on his length makes it impossible to say no.

your tongue languidly laps at his dick, and you can barely take all of it in your mouth. the rest of the length being pumped by your hands. feeling how smooth he is, how he tastes, it’s so weird. so good. you want to revel in how great his cock is, massaging his neglected balls.

this earns a thrust into your mouth, and he can’t stand this any longer.

“baby, stay like that.” he moans while pumping the base of his cock into your mouth.

your tongue licks up the slit of his hard length, and swirls the tip. tasting his needy sap on your tastebuds, and watching his hips thrust forward. he’s dancing in the edge, trying to drag out the euphoric feeling.

“you’re so close.” your voice breathes out tiredly, just watching him in awe.

when he does, he’s loud. it’s so attractive, that you don’t mind how the hot white ropes spill onto your shirt. oh he came, a lot. there’s too much, so much.

pure bliss, his face contorts.

as he comes down, you can’t help but know that-

you both are now at a higher chance of losing your jobs.

[steddieprompts]

Read this post, got inspired. Platonic steddie, Enimies to friends, trans eddie, no mention of upside down but it could be pre Upside down.

Steve was pulled into the principal's office by Mr. Norman, the gym teacher who had the pleasure of having the lunch shift. Mr. Norman's other arm was pulling in Eddie, who struggled against his hold.

"Get off of me, man, I didn't even do anything!" Eddie spat at him.

"You punched Steven in the face."

"It was self defense!" Eddie retaliated.

"I barely touched you, Munson," Steve retorted.

"Okay, then it was pre self defense." Eddie bit back.

"Excuse me!" Principal Donner yelled from behind his desk. Eddie and Steve got quiet. "Sit down, both of you."

"Now, explain to me what happened."

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Mr. Norman let go of them and they dropped into the chairs in front of the desk, Eddie giving Steve the dirtiest look he could muster and Steve rolling his eyes so hard his head moved with it.

"He was yelling about... I dont know, his stupid issues with rich people again, and it was getting on my nerves," Steve started.

"The wealth gap, Steven, is an unrelenting problem," Eddie started before Steve cut him off with a "WhatEVER, dude!"

"So instead of engaging in a civil conversation, golden boy here resorted to physical aggression. I'm all for a good fight, but I'm not too keen on getting punished for self defense," Eddie explained to principal Donner.

"Edith, you know our rules about fighting," Steve's eyes flicked over to Eddie, watching him lock up, "You cannot physically assault--"

"Wait, whoa, hold on!" Steve cut in. "Eddie. His name is Eddie."

The Principal let out a belabored sigh.

"HER name is Edith, and she would do well to drop this silly act and come to terms with who she is."

Steve heard Eddie mumble something under his breath.

"Excuse me, Miss Munson?"

"I said--"

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Steve pushed through the double doors to the parkinglot fifteen minutes after most of the school had left. It had taken him a while to explain to coach Becker why he had Saturday detention for the next three weeks.

Across the parkinglot, leaning against the trunk of his car, was Eddie. Steve sucked in a breath and headed towards him.

"Hey." He said once he got close.

"Hey," Eddie shot back, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and holding it out to Steve, taking a drag of the one he already had in his hand. Steve took one with an appreciative nod before bending towards the lighter Eddie pulled out of his pocket.

"So, how'd the coach take it?"

Steve sighed out a stream of smoke. "Not great. Especially when I told him how long."

"Ya know, if you hadn't laughed at what I said it probably would have only been one Saturday," Eddie noted. Steve shrugged and settled in next to Eddie, leaning against the Bimmer.

"Couldn't help it. That was a solid comeback."

"I aim to please." Eddie hummed.

"Look, man, I'm sorry I came after you today. Just sometimes you just have it wrong."

"What, you think there isn't a huge gap between people like us?"

"No, I mean, yeah, maybe in some ways, but my life isn't sunshine and rainbows, you know, I have, like, problems."

Eddie eyed Steve before nodding, "Yeah. you're right. I might have... made some assumptions." Eddie admitted.

"It's okay. I know what my life looks like." Steve replied, taking another drag, blowing out more smoke.

"That was cool, you know, standing up for me like that." Eddie mused, eyes straight ahead. He felt Steve shrug.

"Donner got it wrong. Wasn't gonna let him sit there and... be insulting."

"That's uh... good of you." Eddie cleared his throat, "I'm sorry I hit you, too."

"I've had worse... and I was asking for it. I'm sorry I shoved you like that."

"Yeah, well, no worries. I've had worse too." Eddie replied.

Steve put his cigarette between his lips and held out his right hand. "Truce?" He asked, cigarette dangling.

"Truce," Eddie agreed, shaking his hand.

They were quiet for a minute before Steve began to chuckle softly.

"What?" Eddie asked, grinning at him.

"I just can't believe you said that to him!" Steve said, chuckle rolling into a full laugh that Eddie couldn't help but join.

[alterfall]

CALLIOPE & CALIBORN

Lore under the cut

CALLIOPE

Imaginative, but uncompromising

97.80% chance to be a rules lawyer when playing tabletop games.

Self-proclaimed loneliest girl in the world.

Muse of Space, wielder of Penkind and Scepterkind

CALIBORN

A philistine, does what he wants

7-in-10 chance to deface your stupid girly crap.

Self-proclaimed thriving socialite.

Lord of Time, wielder of Eraserkind and Ironkind

Together, the cherub siblings CALLIOPE and CALIBORN attend CADUCEUS ACADEMY, a dark and wretched establishment staffed by a lone woman known only as THE HEADMISTRESS. Here, she has spent their entire lives educating them on subjects including architecture, time management, self-defense and the quirks of various cultures. Though they share a single body, the cherub twins are of two minds, destined to one day fight for single control over their vessel by consuming the soul of their sibling. CALIBORN is fairly confident he's got this whole thing in the bag, but CALLIOPE's mind has grown twisted over these long years, and there is not a creature she hates in this world more than her brother...

Not one.

[vectorisheree]

I've realised that I've never directly promoted my fanfic here so here's a doodle from today's chapter and a snippet under the cut ^^

Sun oh so elegantly rips a sheet of paper out and lays it on the desk in front of you, pushing it to your chest with his index and middle finger. He then proceeds to open up his chest compartment and pull out a couple of arts and crafts supplies, while he works to set things up, you can spot a plush of him, the one you bought him, sitting politely in one of his woven paper crates with it's arm almost detached from its body. Before you have time to comment on it, Sun’s already finished his work, clapping to gain your attention as he stands proudly over his colourful display.

“Oh, what to draw, what to draw!” Sun leans over the desk with his back arched as he props himself up on his elbows, one hand tapping at his cheek in false thought “Friend, I'm sure you're well aware of the masterpiece in front of you, no? Have a hand at replacing perfection.” He rests his head in his hands as he offers his suggestion. You assume Sun's growing more confident after being buttered up by all your, admittedly terrible, compliments.

“You want me to draw you?” You ask, causing Sun to scoff at your words, their rays twitching slightly.

“A mere suggestion, that's all. You're free to draw whatever you want.” Sun replies defensively, like he totally wasn't alluding to it or whatever. 

You vaguely wonder if Sun would prefer a cutesy simplified drawing of him or one that captures his ugly mug in all its horrific glory. You stretch your drawing muscles in preparation for an absolute masterpiece! You scrawl skilled lines over the paper in a shrimp backed position, each flick of the wrist carefully calculated for perfection. Sun, your distinct looking muse, stares in mild confusion as you work your magic. After a solid 15 minutes of work, your magnum opus is complete! A frankly demonic illustration of Sun lies in front of you in all its glitter glue covered glory. 

Sun gracefully plucks the undignified portrait of him from your hands, and turns it around to observe it, stretching and standing to his full height, with an accepting hum before crumpling it up and shoving it in his chest compartment, in the same crate that his plush was in, “Management confiscated my shredder.” You stare at him with a ‘why the fuck did you have a shredder’ expression, “All artworks created in the daycare are property of Fazbear entertainment.” Sun recites some clearly well worn company policy “Now, we wouldn't want our little stars to walk home with company property, would we?” You shrug, not really getting it but not wanting to fight Sun on a rule he was probably programmed with.

Humming in satisfaction, Sun rips out another sheet for you before smoothing moving into a new, more extravagant, pose. He stands at an angle to you, leaning back as he rests an elbow on the desk in front of you and dramatically raises his other hand to cover his face in mock anguish. He's really getting into it, you are too. You carve your very essence into your work, lines flow together elegantly like a visual melody. When your grand performance is complete, Sun harvests your will and makes it one with his; crumpling your drawing into a little ball and putting it in his chest compartment. The dance you share of you drawing Sun and him crumpling your work up continues for hours, it's the most fun you've had with Sun, which is to say, the only time you've had fun with Sun.

[novantinuum]

Pink Onyx AU- An Analysis and Theory Post, Part 1

[Part 1- You are here!] | [Part 2] | [Part 3] | [Part 4] | [Part 5]

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Howdy! Those of you who have followed me for a while have probably been seeing my reblogs of the @pink-onyx-au comic made by @ceephorsshitshow. Well, today I wanna share with you something a little different than my usual SU meta… because today I’m gonna analyze this really cool fan work with the same level of seriousness as I do canon. (Like. Seriously. This first post alone is really, really long. I put most of it under a cut.)

This particular comic is a very special one for me to watch unfold, because it’s evident that a lot of deep care and attention to detail has been poured into its creation. There’s fascinating bits of expanded character development to chew into here, as well as plenty of mysteries and lingering questions for us readers to muse and theorize over. If you follow me for Steven Universe and haven’t read this AU yet I highly recommend you check it out. The most basic pitch is that it explores what a fusion between Steven and Jasper might look like, and does a LOT of deep-diving into the similarities and differences of both of those characters’ psyches.

Here’s the episode masterpost on tumblr.

And you can find it on Tapas, too! 

(Note: For the purposes of these posts, I was given permission by the comic artist to post screenshots of various pages where relevant in this discussion. For each frame used I will list the episode and page number for easy reference. Additionally, this post and all future ones on the topic will contain full spoilers for the comic thus far.)

Now with all that introductory stuff out of the way, here we go!

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So, on the final page of the most recent update, we get one hell of a visual plot bomb for Steven as ol’ Onyx unfuses:

(Episode 9: Page 22)

He’s now visually expressing remnants of his corruption, where before he was not.

And it’s this mysterious plot point in particular that got me wanting to analyze this comic more deeply in the first place. This is completely new for him in this story. Thus far, he’s never expressed any of these remnants when he’s just himself- not in the way Jasper does. So it made me wonder… how might this shift in his appearance play into the ultimate trajectory of the plot? How does Steven suddenly showcasing corruption scars integrate into the larger story that is being spun here about him and Jasper and how they relate to each other?

Well, there’s a lot of comic details and story lore we need to unpack first before I can take my best theorizer’s stab at this. Let’s dig right in.

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Prelude: The analyst’s treasure is in the speech bubbles

Anyone who’s been a fan of this comic for a while has probably noticed these fun visual details already, but I’m going to take a moment to break down what I believe each speech bubble style signifies for folks who may not have context. It’ll make some of my analysis later a bit easier, too, ahah.

So. Speech bubbles. What kinds do we have here? 

(Episode 1: Page 6)

Style number one: Solid with black text

This style is standard for non-fused characters, and is also utilized when a fused character is speaking whilst in a state of internal harmony.

Steven is pink and Jasper is orange, of course. Onyx’s speech bubbles are a distinct darker pink, and the main three Crystal Gems get their own colors as well. More minor characters get white bubbles.

(Episode 1: Page 10)

Style number two: Scribbly pink lettering overlaying black text

Whenever you see this type of speech bubble, it’s a sign that there is some level of internal discord going on within Steven or Onyx that is related to their diamond side. It usually shows up when one of the two is in pink mode, but from what I can tell this is not a solid rule.

(Episode 2: Page 12)

Style number three: Pink/orange mixed bubbles

This is how we see Onyx talking for a good portion of the early comic. Their speech bubbles are a clean mix of Steven’s pink and Jasper’s orange. And most vitally, the color on the top and the tail signifies which of them is “fronting” at that moment.

(Episode 3: Page 11)

Style number four: White bubble with solid pink text

So far, this style has only been used to represent dialogue that is being spoken by Steven’s gem half exclusively. Which makes things very interesting, as in Steven’s own remembrances of shattering Jasper on the very first page of the comic, the line “I have been holding back!” is shown in this specific style, instead of the scribbly pink lettering that signifies internal discord.

There is one additional sub-style here- and this is the one moment where we get Onyx’s mixed bubble but WITH the solid pink text. 

(Episode 3: Page 11)

I believe these two styles pretty much mean the same thing… only, the white/pink text is either viewed within memory or a metaphoric fusion mindscape where we the viewer are actually “seeing” Steven’s instability, and thus can “see” his gem half as a separate entity there. While, in reality, this is an argument Onyx is having with the disparate pieces of themself.

(Episode 4: Page 9)

Style number five: Pink/orange tye-dye mixed bubbles

When you see that darker shade of pink start dappling into the standard mixed bubbles, this indicates that there are small whispers of Onyx’s true personality beginning to surface, instead of them constantly being wrested back and forth between Steven and Jasper’s conscious control.

(Episode 4: Page 16)

Style number six: Pink/orange mixed bubbles, but with a darker pink tail

From this page onwards, Onyx’s speech bubbles always have their darker pink shading the tail no matter who is fronting. Sometimes there are little lines of another color etched out of it, and sometimes the tail is solid dark pink. I like to believe that when it’s solid, it means that Onyx is just a little closer to reaching a fully harmonious state than when it’s not.

(Episode 9: Page 6)

Style number seven: Onyx speech/thought bubbles with a hint of pink/orange underlying

This style seems to signify moments where it’s still Onyx fully in control of themself and their actions/words/thoughts, but they’re taking subtle influence from their components or accessing their memory a bit.

These are all of the distinct styles I have caught so far, but quite honestly, it would not surprise me if I am missing something. All of this to say… pay close attention to the speech bubbles. They can tell you a lot about Onyx’s state of mind throughout the story.

Now with all this established, I’d like to finish off this first post with my first big discussion point.

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Question One: What does Jasper actually know about Steven’s “meltdown,” if anything?

The AU author recently solidified this comic’s placement in the SUF timeline in an ask response, saying that the first episode takes place just a week after Steven’s corruption event.

I’m glad this point was clarified, because it was super vital information which deeply influenced the way I analyzed Steven’s actions and responses in my recent re-read… it means this experience is still super raw for him. This is VERY important and we’ll get back to this in more depth later in future posts. But first, let’s explore what Jasper knows of this event.

The full extent of her knowledge is unclear-

(Episode 1: Page 6)

In Episode 1, Steven briefly alludes to his corruption as seen above… referring to it as “[his] meltdown.” Notably, Jasper does not seem to ask any questions about this stray comment. This COULD suggest that she knows what happened to him a week prior via hearsay, but given the context of the rest of the scene and the fact that she’s as isolated as she is out here I genuinely wonder if she thinks Steven’s so-described “meltdown” is his shattering of her.

This idea would make a good deal of sense, as she doesn’t start to make any commentary on the topic of corruption at all until they’re actually fused- with Steven bringing it up first.

(Episode 2: Page 14)

On this page, Steven takes note of Onyx’s very visible spikes (which are Overtly in the same placement as his own when he was corrupted), and initiates the musing upon his own corruption himself.

With the way Jasper phrases her response, the vibe I get is that she somehow gleans a bit of ambient shared knowledge about what happened to him through their fusion.

(Episode 2: Page 15) 

“That human form you wear must have been hiding your markings.” This quote is SUPER vital. We’ll come back to this later on in this post series, too.

(Episode 2: Page 15)

It’s clear that Jasper doesn’t REALLY understand what he went through or what caused it, since she then outright mistakes the casual woes and body pains of organic life as corruption. (As seen above.) 

(Episode 8: Page 4)

But later on, she outright relates to him over their shared experience of past corruption, so she must at least know enough from mere ambient thought-sharing by this point to recognize it happened.  

It’s obvious that she’s barely scratched the surface on fully understanding her fusion partner, though. Neither of them have. It’s gonna take a lot of fusion, comedic mishaps, and genuine conversation to get there. All in good time, I’m sure.

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Please do join me tomorrow at 7am PST for the next post in this series! This has been a blast to write up and muse upon.

[orbital-inclination]

Moltendreams - Ink Sans Alias: Fable Pronouns: he/him Personality: Upbeat and Absent Minded Ink seems perpetually Cheerful, Optimistic and full of energy. Frivolous and playful. He may came across as Tone Deaf or inappropriate, seeming unaware of sensitive subjects. However Ink is rarely, if ever intentionally mean or callous. Notes:

Fable carries a notebook he uses to record things he doesn't want to forget. His memory issues aren't as severe as Ink's, but he is still prone to forgetting things easily, specially: names to faces and important dates.

Fable loves watercolor.

His eyelights change shape and color to anything! (stars, exclamation points, swirls, etc.)

He also loves Fashion and even designs his own outfits.

He knows how to sew and stitch and usually has a comment on the tip of his tongue about your fashion choices.

Broomie is hollow inside and filled with diluted paint. Can be any color but usually the paint is associated with a positive emotion. - More info Under cut! -

The Doodleshere: In Moltendreams, Fable must travel to AUs directly to collect paint from them. In this multiverse, the Doodlesphere is scribbled on top of Fable's original AU, and rests in a sort of OUT OF BOUNDS space between AUs. Through the Doodlesphere, Fable can access every AU he has discovered so far. The Doodlesphere is an endlessly expanding liminal space; a series of interconnected empty indoor spaces, shops, malls, palaces, endless variants of regions of the underground, each reflecting an AU, through a door in each room. Despite how confusing the layout of Doodlesphere may seem to the outsider, Fable instinctively knows where everything is. Nothing is ever lost in the Doodleshere.

About: Fable acts as a Muse for Creation, he does not create AUs by himself but rather, assists in the creation by attempting to cox a Spirit of Creation (in-universe term and stand-in for the creator of a particular AU) into taking action. Most Spirits of Creation will create AUs on their own, but many will hesitate, abandoned their world before it's finished, or simply sit still while a world remains incomplete, seemingly waiting for some unknown que. While the Spirits can be influenced and encouraged, ultimately, they cannot be controlled, even by Fable. Fable has a similar history as Canonical Ink. He originated in a discarded AU, soulless but willed to life by a Spirit of Creation before it departed. Fueled by the desire to never experience the empty monotony of an unfinished AU again, Fable travels the multiverse to encourage Spirits of Creation to finish their work. Though the consequences of his actions were unintentional, Fable initially favored Positive AUs and could be said to be partially responsible for the state of the Multiverse as it is today. Happiness feels good. Joy feels good. Fable wants to feel good. He wants others to feel good too. Outcode Politics: Fable places equal value on all creation, and for that reason, he is forced into a position where he feels obligated to respect all "characters" he comes across, even "characters" like Error. Can art destroy itself? Should art destroy itself, if that is the intention of the creator? What do you do when one Artist's art can only be appreciated through the destruction of another Artist's work? Ink doesn't think of it in exactly those terms, but that is the gist of his internal conflict. Passive interference in any given AU is a problem for Fable. He believes the "narrative" should be left to play out organically without outside interference. To interfere could jeopardize the AU's stability. Or worse, antagonize the Creation Spirit that made it. Which can be dangerous for the inhabitants. But for the average encounter, Fable is a wild card. He follows no strict rules, and is just as likely to chase other outcodes off as he is to befriend them and attempt to guild them. Paint and Vials:

Specific AUs give Ink specific paint colors tied to certain emotions. Underfell will give Ink shades of red/anger/righteousness for example but won’t give him yellow/euphoria. Horrortale will give him deep blue/loneliness/grief and shades of purple/fear but won’t give him green/envy etc.

the more common the au is, the more of a specific color Ink will be able to collect from it.

this means that if a certain AU is rare he will use up the color associated with it more quickly. He will try to avoid situations that drain that specific color because it will be harder to refill it later.

Ink drinks a little bit of every color at the same time, daily. Rather than one at a time as it applies to a specific situation

it’s easier for Ink to collect paint from AUs in the “WIP” phase because the paint hasn’t dried yet AFCRUFTAFH

He can gather paint from a “finished” world but he won’t get as much.

Like Canonical Ink, when Fable is drained of paint he will become doll-like, an empty unresponsive husk. with a couple caveats. 1. Fable is aware of things that happen during this period. he just can’t react to them.

2. if what’s left of his magic feels threatened, (the minimal stuff that is keeping his body together) he will react to defend himself. it’s more reflex/instinctive than thought out, however.

3. if Fable had been focusing on a task, goal, or thought prior to going dry, he will react to external things related to that specific task/goal/thought.

Fable doesn’t immediately bounce back after getting his vials refilled. He’s sluggish, and there’s a noticeable buffer period between when something happens and when he reacts to it. He remembers what happened and what was said to him. This is the second most vulnerable period for him. if someone wanted to manipulate or influence him that would be the time to do it. OG Ink Sans/Inktale @.comyet Moltendreams @ me

[i2stargirl]

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𝐇𝐄𝐘! i’m emy ( she/her ,, 22+ ,, gmt-3 ), and after being away from the tag for a while, i’m back and looking for new rp partners on discord ( 18+ only ). if you wanna know more about me, my guidelines are here. i’m down for all genres, no specific preference, and i write m x f ,, f x f ,, and m x m pairings. i love exploring different themes and can write smut too, though i prefer it not to be the main focus. as for triggers and limits, i don’t have many, but we can discuss that more when planning our plot. just a heads-up — i won’t write pedo, incest, rape, or discrimination (racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.). under the cut, you'll find some plots i’d love to dive into with someone, but if you’ve got other ideas, i’d be happy to hear them! so if anything here catches your eye, like this post, and i’ll reach out to you.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthis one’s a bit inspired by gilmore girls, with a rory x jess dynamic, but you don’t need to know the show to get the vibe. basically, muse a is the town’s golden kid, loved by everyone, super smart, college-bound, bookworm, never gets into trouble. muse b is the total opposite — troublemaker, with a bad reputation, and definitely not someone the town wants to see with their golden girl. maybe we could do a little enemies to lovers with this one? would love it!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤvampires, please! think twilight or tvd/the originals, or a mashup of both, doesn’t matter to me. i’d love to do something dark with this vibe. maybe even a multimuse, but i’m also cool with just one muse.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhistorical vibes are a must — i need that period romance aesthetic, set around 1700-1800. debutantes, roguish dukes, maybe an arranged marriage, or even a forbidden romance like a duke and a prostitute or a debutante and a servant. the possibilities are endless!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmedieval fantasy, yes please. think an acotar or the cruel prince world — fae, strong-willed protagonists, kingdoms, a couple who can’t stand each other but also can’t live without each other ( jude & cardan vibes ).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤi usually do oc x oc, but i won’t lie, i’d love a harry potter inspired world, especially around the marauders' era! give me a cross house romance, maybe a by-the-rules student and a rebel, always causing trouble.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐢’𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫: : enemies to lovers, toxic relationships, age gap, celebrity romance, apocalypse, dystopias, horror, second-chance romance, pregnancy plot, university life, opposites attract.