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       " positive? " it almost sounds like a question, worry flooding her mind because of his reaction to what she believed would be an easy yes from yoonsu. all of it fades quickly at the expense of his joke though, and evie reaches across the table to push at his shoulder teasingly as she chuckles along with him. " stop it. you'll be fine, it's literally just for the week. " one of her cousins was getting married, and she had made the mistake of claiming to have a boyfriend a few months before to dodge a random party. all of it was coming back to bite her in the ass, one lie led to another, and of course yoonsu was the only one she trusted enough to take the role of "boyfriend". " and hey, you get a free vacation out of it, i know how much you deserve one. plus, my mom always thought we were more than friends to begin with, so— it should be easy, mm? "

muse: seong yoonsu, bookstore owner/painter, 35 open to: m / f / nb plot: first bulletin from here

"i mean… are you really sure that you want me to be your fake boyfriend?" yoonsu asks, doubt heavily lacing his tone as he stares at them with widened, apprehensive eyes. "i'm not the best actor out there. that's all." of course, his foolish, unrequited crush on them has nothing to do with it whatsoever — or at least, that's what he tries to convince himself and ignore the quickened heartbeat in his chest. "if i had to act to save my life, i'd probably have died a hundred times over." he admits sheepishly, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping his lips.

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       the only time he believed in god was when the motherfucker reminded him that there was no such thing as a coincidence. everything felt like fate at the end of the day, and the big man upstairs got off on putting him in situations he could not get away from. at least the devil was clear about his intentions — and so was ilia. not once did he give baby any false illusions of what he wanted out of her. though, of course, he had taken advantage of her innocence as he saw fit. such was life. such was fate.

       out of all the days he miraculously ended up needing to go to the department store, there she was. he sees her immediately, chases after her because it is what he does best; an apple hanging too low for him to ignore it. " your daddy knows you're out here by yourself, sweetheart? " asks as he approaches her, unceremoniously breaking the ice like she wasn't round with his kid. ilia inhales slowly, glancing at the rack of onesies she is in front of and then at her body for a moment. pretty, of course. it is pride for being the one responsible for it that gnaws at the back of his neck, he knows it, even if he had no right in feeling that way. " it isn't smart to be out 'n about when you're this far along, true? " he doesn't wait for an answer, the reprimand in his tone clear enough. " what are you having, anyways? a girl or a boy? "

HER BEST FRIEND WAS SUPPOSED to come with her, but something came up and that left baby to take the bus to the department store all by herself. she'd seen him when she walked in, but as far as she knew, he hadn't seen her. she kept her chin up like it didn't make her want to cry just to see him there. why did he get to go around and keep living his life while she looked like globe - stomach poking out through her faded yellow dress. she might as well walk around with ' SLUT ' written on her forehead. at least she was getting a baby girl to love out of it.

it was when a little girl walked away after baby let her feel the baby moving in her belly that she noticed him lurking. she pushed her cart further along to hide behind another rack of onesies to pretend she didn't see him (though the slight pout on her face was sure to give away that she had).

open to m (30+ only - older welcome)

baby calhoun. she/her. 21. bisexual. 5'1. serial killer fanatic. pageant queen. aspiring country singer and actress. pinterest board.

inspired

plot: your muse got baby pregnant and she's mad at him bc he doesn't give a shit abt her but they run into each other at the store while she's shopping for baby clothes and suddenly he's interested in her again like "is it a boy or a girl ??" and "don't take the bus i'll take u home :)" bc he's a pervert and she's all pissy like no !! but idk.........maybe some dubcon

connection: family man (with a job, wife, and kids), corrupt politican, sheriff, or religious leader, friend's dad, friend's brother, neighbor, family friend, uncle's friend, ex or estranged step/dad, step/uncle, or step/half/full brother who's the black sheep of the, janitor at the theater she does her pageants at, etc. and idk but for some of these connections maybe he works there ??

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       " you're such a good girl, aren't you? " the rhetorical statement, that sounds like praise, contradicts his reprimand but a second ago when he was chastising her for staying up so late. azazel guesses that if he, and the rest of the others, were the reason for it then an exception could be made this time around. his quiet chuckle ends in a scoff as he watches her dote on him, humming as she wipes dried blood off his skin. " 'm all good. already told you— you don't gotta worry. everyone else will probably take a while coming back. " probably burying a body or two. " we should get you back to bed, yeah? "

based on this plot | y/m doesn't have to be bf (yet) or anything, doesn't have to be 2 muses, can be any other criminal thingy. gimme all the filth and angst ty <3

"Of course I stayed awake, I had to make sure you returned home safely." Abigail was mumbling while patching up the other in her pink, silky pajamas. Her wet cloth was running along the other's side and stomach, a pitiful sigh leaving her lips as her eyes trailed back up to their face. "Are you okay, babe?"

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       he only pretended to understand whatever the bodyguard that had taken him from the spot he watched the show to the less crowded backstage area was saying. jetlag was killing lucas, he felt the lack of sleep settling deep in his bones, and although his body had seemingly forgotten about the tiredness while he was watching her perform — the story was entirely different when daphne was not in his immediate line of sight. the decision to fly to the city she had a concert at was made impulsively, but he held no regrets about it; he knew the two days or so he had free from shooting the movie he was a part of was a one in a million occurrence, and worth the hours he wouldn't be sleeping. when he finally sees her again his lips curl up into a smile on their own, and he is ready to catch her when she closes the distance between them. " hey, angel. " manages out before she presses her lips against his, one of his arms wrapping around her waist to keep her close to him as he leans down to deepen the kiss. no part of him believes they are shielded from prying eyes, such was the nature of their lives since they met each other, but he doesn't mind any cameras flashing or attention on them when it had been so long since they had been together. he lifts her off the floor effortlessly, keeping his hold on her tight as he begins walking towards her dressing room so they can have real privacy. " you did so good. " praises, honest about it. her warmth contagious now that she was this close.

open to m/f/nb ♡ / based on this  .

the thrill of performing had never gotten old to daphne, an indescribable rush she gets from hearing thousands sing her words back to her, kind praises given by those that adore her. however, tonight the blonde is feeling even more energetic than usual knowing they are in the crowd watching. it wasn't always easy for their schedules to line up - the two always on the move, usually in opposite directions and the struggles that came with being a couple with eyes always on them certainly didn’t help but it was all worth it when they were together. another show comes to an end and with a final wave goodnight she's off the stage and headed where they were supposed to meet. she's almost giddy with excitement as eyes land on them, quick to rush past security, sounds of cheering fans drowned out with one intention only .. get to them. a smile breaks out across her face, practically throwing herself into their arms as she beams up at them. "hi." she greeted quickly, all she can manage to get out before her lips are pressing against their own.

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       typical. zion clicks his tongue as he raises both of his hands next to his face, dropping any sort of hold he had, or was about to have, on blake to help him staying stable on his feet. instead of leaving he stays, though, also leaning back against the opposite brick wall. " is the mm— reason for your inconvenience still in the same realm as us, or what? " genuine curiosity laces his words, and his gaze falls to the open wound at his side. he could smell whatever werewolf had gotten into a commotion with him, it was the reason the vampire had followed blake to begin with, but it was difficult to guess based on looks alone what happened. " if i were you i'd be cancellin' my plans for the night. or are you just gonna be stubborn about that, too? "

muse: blake ford (he/him), late 20s, sexually fluid, international model verse: vampire (tvd inspired)

          "i don't need your help. leave me the hell alone," blake muttered, pressing his hand against the gaping wound in his side where the werewolf's claws had torn through fabric and flesh alike. leaned back against the brick wall of the alley, he avoiding doubling over in pain, to save face in front of the other. despite the severity of his injury, blake's expression remained controlled. only the slight tightening around his glowing eyes betrayed his discomfort, mainly for the idea of his repairing the torn armani jacket later in the evening. "this barely qualifies as an inconvenience," he added dismissively.

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       evie, on the other hand, knew exactly what kept going wrong. it had been amusing at first, she had to admit — listening to missy complain about her boyfriend that was clearly out of his league, and all the ways he kept messing up. by now, it had lost its novelty though, merely a common occurrence that instead of being entertaining was leaving evie peeved. " y'know you shouldn't be having to fake it though, right? " intends on leading her to the right answer, which should be a resounding yes. " you should show me— " smiles, tipping her head to the side slightly as she glances at missy's lips for a split second. bad intentions. how foolish was it to stay around the brunette when the "friend" label attached to herself was wearing off bit by bit. " how he did it and all. maybe i can help you figure out what went wrong and you can tell him next time. "

open: f/m/nb connection: best friend, co-worker, best friend's older sibling/parent, bar acquaintance, any that fits plot: missy is complaining about how bad things are in bed with her bf and your muse decides to help her out

"i just don't know what keeps going wrong," missy pouted to the other, not for the first time either. "it should be good but i swear every time he just..." missy waved her hands and made a noise like she didn't know how to explain. "i had to fake him getting me off again," she said, defeated. "it was embarrassingly bad." they were too nice listening to her just ramble on and on at how unsatisfying things were in her relationship. it seemed like something that should have been fixable. "hey you know you're the best for letting me complain. i promise to try to not do it all night." once she got it out of her system it would be okay.

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       traitor was probably the correct way to put it, though the word did little to encompass everything that lucas had done, how he acted, and all the twisted reasons for it. he looks at the phone rose pushes at his face, but does not bother to read through the screenshot — knew very well what he would find there, and what she had been hearing around. another lie. maybe if he piled all of them high enough they would peek over the walls he had built around himself. walls, that regardless of height and width, she had waltzed through effortlessly. and there lied the problem. " wouldn't have what? " asks, though he does not wait with bated breath for an answer. not now when she had so easily fallen for this, not now when he so desperately needed to hear that just like him she did not keep her feelings at bay.

       this was the easy way out of it. hurting her so bad she wouldn't question the real reasons their relationship needed to come to an end. a tale about getting with her to get back at his ex, whose name and memory faded away the moment that had been through, would surely be easier to endure. for the both of them. " i'm flattered. " his deadpanned tone almost betrays him, the nonchalant act he tries to sell slips for just a moment as he glances between her eyes. he wished he had at least known their last kiss would be their last. " anything else or are we through? "

plot. open to m / f 22 - 25.

muse: rosemarie chen. twenty - three, she / her. junior.

rose wasn’t usually the type to jump to conclusions. she was calm, collected, always the one to ask for context before reacting ⸻ but this? this didn’t need context. it was all right there, plain and painful and ugly, sitting between screenshots and whispered confirmations from people who apparently knew more about her relationship than she did. she hadn’t come here to fight, but when she saw them across the room, so casual, so unbothered ⸻ something cracked open. “ you traitor, ” hand shaking as she stomped her way towards them, practically shoving her phone’s screen in their face. forcing them to look at the screenshot of their own message to someone, talking about their whole scheme. laughing about it. “ did you accomplish your mission? did your ex get jealous? or have you not rubbed our fake relationship in their face quite enough yet? ” her jaw tightened, arms folded across her chest not to shield herself but to keep from unraveling. “ you could’ve told me. you could’ve been honest. i wouldn’t have… ” she shook her head, unable to finish, blinking fast as if that would stop the sting behind her eyes. “ you are the worst person i have ever met. ”

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       " you're not even gonna pretend not to want this? " there's amusement in his tone, and although the words are whispered he knows she can probably tell how much he wants this too — from the way he presses his body even closer to her back, to the barely there groan that slips out of him when he trails kisses down her neck. raphael means to tease, to stall this out, to give both of them the chance of acting "right" and stopping before they go down a road they can't come back from. it's too late for him already though, obvious by how he was the one making the conscious decision of getting to her bed when someone else was left on his. and yet— " fuck. " his chuckle is muffled by her soft skin, the tips of his fingers gliding easily through the front of her sleep shorts with her guidance and permission. " 's it for me, baby? "

open to m / f / nb plot — love is.land based but make it sm.ut — my muse is sleeping alone (single) and y/m (coupled up with someone else) sneaks into her bed while everyone is sleeping alt. muses — billie, hana, lennox, bronte, shadia

she had to admit—going to bed by herself didn't feel great. being single meant infinite possibility, sure; but constantly knowing she was at risk put her on edge. especially considering her connection with them. a few beds over, they were fast asleep in their couple, and neoma had to resort to thinking about them as she finally managed to drift off. she doesn't know how long it's been when she's awoken by heat at her back and a hand sliding down the front of her sleep shorts. a soft hum escapes her, not even having to turn her head to look—neoma just knows it's them. her legs spread a bit to give them better access, leaning back into them as their lips press against her neck. her hand finds theirs, guiding it all the way down to where she's already getting wet for them. "go on," she whispers.

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       reverse starter call ♡ got a lot of time this weekend, so like this and i'll go through your opens and reply to some of them — open to mutuals and non-mutuals!

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Sinners (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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JESSICA ALEXANDER Into the Deep

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       it was — funny. azazel barely registers the poison in her tone, or the outrage with which she claws and hits him as though her little human bones and human strength were strong enough to leave even a mark. too busy tasting the soft and delicate skin of her neck, too busy acting as though this was the first time he would be having her. until, of course, fawn moves too much, and the path he's been trailing down her throat becomes impossible to continue. with a roll of his eyes, and a quiet chuckle, he moves back, still grasping her hips in his large hands to keep her steady. " you'll hurt yourself, pet. settle. " commands, or suggests. when she doesn't listen, and insists on hitting him to no avail, it is her wrists that he binds together, holding her arms close to her chest. " have you not gotten plenty of sleep here? " as though the hours he let her rest in his domain, in between using her in however way he wanted, made up for the restless ones back at her place. " i was hungry. " still was, even now. but he preferred to use her for other means. " when will you be done? " azazel asks, though the answer did not matter, he would continue to take her.

open to: anything monstrous <3

character: fawn seems like the best fit for this. girl would happily serve as a demon's fuckpet.

plot/connections: based on this post and this song. fawn was fucking around some deep, dark parts of the woods when she comes across what looks like the leftovers of a summoning ritual. instead of leaving well enough alone, she takes home a souvenr in the form of a strange poppet. stupid bitch also brings home a demon and intiates a possession that ends with her getting dragged to whatever cicle of hell this demonic entity is native to. and listen, she's growing to love being their cocksleeve. really, she is. but what do you mean they're the reason she was sleep deprived for like a month before her hell relocation? dubcon/noncon not bc she doesn't want it but bc she's so mad she's suddenly on a sex strike

their confession, the casualness of it throws her for such a loop that she's still kissing, still grinding on them as the words are spat out with disbelief. "—that's. not. fucking. funny." the way the petite thing vibrates with fury would be almost comical, if her voice didn't sound so... venomous. "that was you? the miserable, restlessness was because of YOU. i'm gonna kill you." their iron grip has her locked in place in their lap, which works out just fine for fawn for now. her fists beat on their impossibly thick, muscled chest. "can you be killed? i don't actually fucking care," her fists are starting burn from the force of the impact of her flesh against their frame. "i love—" ass grinds against them as the tries to wriggle free of the limbs making quick work of her imobilazatoin, "'—my sleep! let me go, m'not fucking done!"

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YELLOWJACKETS | S02E02 “Edible Complex”

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JOY Red Velvet Chill Kill, 2023.

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Cuddling but you won’t stop rubbing my clit so all I can do is bury my face in your chest and orgasm in your arms while you whisper praise in my ear

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       the problem was that she did — like it. and the hit to her pride and ego had already been too great the first, and the second and third time, that they "accidentally" went through this. still, mia finds herself slipping, almost smiling back at minho when he suggests something else.

       " mm, are you bargaining now? " she could at least appreciate his efforts, not cut him off all the way like she had promised to do. call it bonding, or killing time before his father decided to show up; if they didn't touch it would be alright. she convinces herself, falls too easily to the trap that could barely be called that when she walked straight to it. sitting next to him, she glances at his lips but refuses to kill the distance between them. " isn't just listening to mommy better? think about how much more i'll give you if you just do as you're told, baby. " clicking her tongue, mia tilts her head. " i'll let you keep going this time around. this show was meant for me, right? entertain me. "

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"my father, the workaholic, coming home early? it'll be a cold day in hell when that ever happens." minho mused, knowing his father was more likely to camp out at his office to work overtime, then slip out early. as she approached his eyes just followed her, not bothering to cover himself up under her gaze. "here i thought, you might like it." he played, watching as the screen went dark on the wall, a smirk curling up the corners of his lips. "how about you get undressed, instead? and then i'll be good and take your orders."