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the past won't leave my bed. a smut and kink friendly multimuse of original characters and a select few canon ones from slice of life, horror, fantasy, crime and sc-fi genres. mature content is present. i don't write on discord. rules and muses are below... OPENS. INSPO. PLOTS. OPPS. PINTEREST.

#𝙽𝙾𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚂. 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈/𝙸𝚃. 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙴.#𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶: @/𝙶𝚄𝚃𝚉𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙻𝚃.

seeing backrooms with my gf tonite!! bobby's blog is @backsroom that i will be setting up more once i get back!!

#ooc.#i'll probably be over there for the time being

silenthalos-a-deactivated202305

“we’re a little more than just best friends, aren’t we? so why don’t you just admit it, why do you keep pushing me against dirty walls of nightclubs and silencing me with maddening kisses whenever i tell you i love you?” give me this or die

#inspo.#plots.

bennettfinn

FINN BENNETT as SHAWN HEARD EYE FOR AN EYE (2025)

#inspo.#muse: lukas byrne.

aftersdark

it's as if the second he stepped through the threshold, the rest of the world ceased to exist. here, he was stripped of his titles, severed from familial ties with blood that drips from each thread, unburdened of the pressures weighing heavy on his shoulders to be what the city expects of him. with her, he only need be himself, be a man who wants nothing more than to be with a beautiful woman.

the tease in her voice earns a soft exhale in a laugh from him as he tugs his jacket off and tosses it aside. eyes glance over to look at her, to really look, and he feels a sudden ache tear through his chest, realizing then and there an undeniable truth.

❝ i missed you. ❞ it's the only thing he can think to say in the moment. spoken so quietly, it were almost a prayer meant for her ears only.

bynoctus

the sincerity in his voice catches her by surprise. she's heard it many times before from her clients, but with him it felt different. when people say they miss her, she knows they mean her body and what she does for them. but when valarr says it, it genuinely feels like he's missed her as a person. it makes her face soften as she looks up at him from her velvet couch. "i missed you too, my pretty boy." she says it softly, meaning every word of it. she knows it's dangerous to form attachments, but she can't help it. in moments like these with him, it allows her a moment of grace where nothing else in the world mattered but this boy with the silver strip in his hair. raising her hands up, she reaches out to him to pull him down onto the couch beside her. "come here. we don't have to talk or do anything you don't wanna do or talk about."

#aftersdark: estelle & valarr.

lusthaze

when ace's lips close around her breast, jude almost falls over the edge right then and there. the only thing to stop her is that she's not ready. she wants to feel him, like this, for longer; the way his cock reaches the depths of her, the way his fingers feel gripping her skin like he can't bear to have even an inch of space between them, the utter bliss of his tongue. "fuck, fuck, fuck," the blonde cries, the word falling continuously as her walls tighten around him. as she milks his cock like it's the key to her own orgasm. what he doesn't know is it partially is. jude wants to feel what it's like for ace to lose control, wants to hear what words she might pull from him if her body gives him everything he needs. it makes the rolling of her hips grow more frantic, taking every inch he somehow manages. she holds onto his shoulders and elevates her body slightly so his mouth is at the perfect height to suck on her nipples for as long as he wants to. but when he does, jude can't help but finally crumble. she undulates around his cock, pleading for more. more pressure, a faster pace, as much as he can give. she's barely able to keep her grip on him as she comes. when her cunt begins to flutter, its wetness helps to finally release his cock as he pumps a mess from deep within her; coating every inch of his shaft, the stick of it clinging to the back of her thighs. she tells him to fuck her harder. "you can - come inside me." she manages, throat straining to make a sound that isn't a guttural moan from how good he feels. "i'm on the pill."

bynoctus

it's messy, it's crude, but god does it feel amazing. his hands fumble with trying to hold her and keep her against the tree so he could rut into her like a wild beast that's come to take his fill. he doesn't let go of her tit, his teeth practically holding her nipple hostage in his mouth. he tastes the saltiness of her skin on his tongue and feels the softness of her breast against his face the more he presses against it. his hips fall out of rhythm for a moment as he picks up on what she wants, to be taken deeper. he can do that. he'll take her, he'll break her if she so wanted it. with as good a grip as he can on her, he slams her down over and over again, forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside. he wants her to feel everything. he wants her to be unable to stand once he's finished with her. he wants to claim some part of her that only few can. and when she gives that permission, ace feels like a dam broke inside him. "yeah, alright." is all he can manage out in agreement through gritted teeth. her tit falls from his lips and he's too lost in the feeling of her to chase after it again. so he shoves his face into the crook of her neck, teeth gliding along her skin. "you feel so fucking good, pretty girl, fuck–" he cuts himself off when he feels himself tip over the edge, causing his balls to tighten as he empties himself in hot spurts inside her. a soft moan leaves his lips in ecstasy, his body pressing up against hers, pinning her against the tree. he shoves her down onto him, quietly forcing her to take every bit he can offer her.

#lusthaze: ace & jude.

aftersdark

while she's making sure he isn't going to bleed out, he's stealing the moment to take in every detail of her face like it's going to be the last time he ever sees her again. she always says it is, but still she comes back, yet the flicker of panic still remains in his chest that one day she might be true to her word.

the slope of her nose, the way her lips purse when she's concentrating, how one of her braids doesn't sit with the rest and makes him feel the inexplicable urge to tuck it back into place behind her ear... he doesn't of course, knowing better than to move when she otherwise had ordered him to stay still.

a low grunt from the throat serves as his response, the jabberwock brought to heel like a well trained dog only because it's her that's giving the order. ❝ keep talking. ❞ his voice comes out as equally low a gravel, not so much an order as it is a thinly disguised plea to fill the silence with something other than the buzzing in his head.

bynoctus

he's not going to bleed out. in fact, she doesn't even know if any of this blood is his to begin with. carefully, she drags the cloth over his broad chest and down along his stomach to clean him up. there's definitely some tenderness there. some banged up ribs most like. but she knows he would rather chew concrete than step foot in a hospital. she knows that the only reason she's here is so he doesn't have to. amara lets out a scoff at his order. always so brash. but she can't help the smile that worms her way onto her face in spite of it all. she tilts her head to look up and giving him the look a scolding mother would give her child. "you've heard of saying please before, haven't you? it would do you some good." her smile appears again, unable to help itself. she returns back to patching him up. "what do you want me to talk about? my day? or how i think you're stupid for still doing all this shit?"

#aftersdark: amara & jb.#they might destroy me actually

continued from here + @poisonedhoneyy

zach grins, sharing in nadia's knowing look. maverick opens his mouth to protest, but then closes it, her claim ringing true. "okay, yeah. our bed is pretty nice." he concedes, causing zach to snort again. maverick moves, taking comically large steps as he approaches nadia, his arms outstretched to scoop her up into his arms. zach watches them, but surprisingly doesn't feel any hint of jealousy or awkwardness. he's always known maverick to be a very touchy guy, so he expected this kind of behavior throughout their trip. "that's my girl! always the woman with a plan." maverick places her back down and pelts the side of her head with kisses. "i wish i brought my boards. i bet the waves here are sweet. maybe they have some i can borrow. give you guys some time yap about that hockey show you dorks love so much." zach rolls his eyes but still smiles. "hey, don't diss it, man. it's a great show."

#poisonedhoneyy: maverick & zach & nadia.#it's perfect!! thank youu

dcminions

WUNMI MOSAKU , jimmy kimmel live!

#inspo.#muse: amara monye.#loml

closed starter + @aftersdark

the ride back is quiet. no music, no usual banter. not even that many other cars are on the road either. coyote glances back at her every now and then through the rearview mirror. he notices her head tilted to the side as she stares absently out the window. he knows he shouldn't pry. he's just her driver after all. but he's never been one for keeping his mouth closed in regards to what he thinks. "was it a busy night?" he asks carefully, keeping his voice casual but concerned. she didn't have to answer him if she didn't want to. it wasn't his place to know after all. but still, he couldn't help but be concerned for his boss. "you look exhausted, madame."

#aftersdark: coyote & cora.#and last one #one p.uppy boy for you

closed starter + @aftersdark

"back again so soon?" it's a playful tease. she doesn't mean anything by it. in fact, she's more than delighted he's here. it means she knows she'll be well taken care of tonight. a gentle smile appears on estelle's face as she watches him slip off his jacket. her eyes briefly look him over. so young, so handsome. she doesn't know how she got so lucky to catch the attention of the mayor's son. but she knows she's not going to let him get away anytime soon. "what's the matter, pretty boy? your daddy got you down? you can tell me all about it, baby."

#aftersdark: estelle & valarr.#love them bad :((

closed starter + @aftersdark

she told herself this was going to be the last time. but she had said that the last time. and the time before that. it's a cycle she can't break. when she tells herself she won't go, it eats away at her. because what if something does happen when she's not? what if he takes a punch he can't come back from? she hates being here and watching all the fighting, but she can't bear to see him hurt even more. amara kneels in front of him, trying her best to ignore the sheer size of him as she patches him up. he's so much bigger now. stronger. scarier. but not to her. she sees it in his eyes when he looks at her. and maybe that's why she can't be mad at him either. "hold still now, jay..."

#aftersdark: amara & jb.#obsessed with them already

midnightglances

my doctor said that freaky hotel sex followed by ordering room service and eating it in bed would heal me

#inspo.#plots.

dreamgrlevl

the moment almost doesn't seem real, but she can feel the rough stubble of his jaw, and taste the ale on his lip that he's drank. ananya can feel the heat of him despite the layers between them, and it makes her wish there were much less layers. she's happy to let him have his moment of victory, even if it steals away her breath and leaves her feeling like she’s drowning in this well of desire she never knew was there. not even his words seem to break the moment, earning only a soft chuckle from the runaway princess. “mmm, you always say the sweetest things." she teases, voice a low inviting murmur as she let's her nose bump lightly against his. it's clear that she has no problem with giving him another reason to try and shut her up.

bynoctus

how easily she could make his blood go from surging through his veins towards his cock, to making it boil in aggravation was beyond him. he lets out a heavy exhale from his nose. normally, he would have dismissed her teasings like he's done before. but perhaps because he's had too much to drink tonight, he lets it slide. in fact, a smirk tugs dangerously at the corner of his mouth. "fuck off," he murmurs in his usual gruff voice. he didn't want to be clever and trade jabs with her. he just wanted to feel her under him, for that tension to finally snap. his hand moves from her waist, up her back, and tangles into her hair enough for him to get a good grip enough to lightly yank her head back and bare her throat to him. "i say what's true," he murmurs, his voice rough, vibrating deep in his chest. "and the truth is, you've got a mouth that gets you into trouble."

#dreamgrlvel: elden & ananya.

dexxcinesis

the beige towel starts to lose its original color, stained more and more with crimson as adam's skin gets cleaner. neslihan focuses on this little detail, eyes on the fluffy texture soaking up blood while paying attention to what he says, ears tuned to his discourse. the choice of words, the pauses ... everything is subjected to analysis. it feels like a session, indeed. a session in her cluttered house he just invaded. a session where she's breaking protocol and staying awfully close to him. too close. neslihan was never supposed to see him like this or let him see her like this. ❛ hey. look at me. adam, i know you're thinking i'm mad at you but i'm not. ❜

she can feel the slight shift, how he leans into her hand but still avoids eye contact. she's seen him vulnerable before, but it was so ... detached. him, on the other side of her office's table, talking about his difficulties, deeply emotional. she, perched in her chair, safely maintaining neutrality while offering empathetic stares and words. neslihan thought the distance was meant for him and all the other patients to understand a much needed separation; boundaries. but it's also for her, isn't it ? so she wouldn't forget she couldn't get too attached, too invested in a way it could interfere in her work. ❛ see for yourself. do i look angry ? ❜ her free hand touches his chin, guiding him to look.

a drunk hero. probably dead now. this could be a simple conclusion, provocation leading to decisions made with raw emotion. but from here, right in front of adam, she can clearly see the shift in his eyes. then, a mention of her. she was the trigger for this response. ❛ what happens to me ? ... ❜ sakarya repeats his words, the weight of her discovery coming down on her. ❛ you don't need to worry about me. i don't know why you're— ... this is all about you. just you. ❜ and now that she stops to think about it, how the hell did this unknown hero know about her ? one of her other patients, maybe ? the towel leaves his face.

❛ ... you can get better. i saw it happening, you got results. adam, you were practicing what i told you ! ❜ she smiles, and it's clear she's proud of how far he got. but then ... it's her fault he didn't stay like that. and she doesn't even know how to fix that. ❛ you didn't waste my time. you're good, adam. really good. i know it. ❜ she was the one that wasted his time. it's her turn to look down. the least she can do is try and make it a little better. she grabs his hand then, cleaning it next.

bynoctus

when she tells him to look, he does just that. his eyes flicker up to the face he's seen dozens of times, even in his dreams. and as he looks at her, it's like the first time again. he feels the way her blood settles in her cheeks, allowing them to tint a pretty shade of pink that nearly matches the color of her equally pretty lips. his eyes linger on those for a few seconds too long, a dangerous thought coming to mind about what they would feel like pressed against his own. would they be as soft as they look? he watches the way they move when she speaks, how they form each word. his brows furrow slightly when she dismisses his worry. "no." he shakes his head, not accepting that this was just about him. because this went so much deeper than what he did. it was also about why he did it. he was stuck. if he got better, he would rejoin society and would not need to see her anymore. if he didn't get better, whoever was her higher ups would think he was a lost cause and that she wasn't able to help him, and then she'd be relocated to another patient. he'd lose her no matter what. he was trapped in this in between. and what he did tonight, exploding that hero after being berated by the hero's condescending words, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back by forcing him to confront the notion that someday, he would lose her. his brows pinch together, suddenly overcome with emotion. he doesn't cry. he hasn't been able to for years. "i cant... i can't..." he tries to talk, but his voice quivers and breaks with each attempt to speak. "i can't lose you, dr sakarya. i can't...." he shakes his head again, not wanting to think about think about it but knowing that he needs to talk about it. he focuses on her cleaning his hands, how so much blood stains them even beyond that which she scrubs away. he lets her praise wash over him, always soothing to his mind. he wants to believe that. so badly he does. he wants to be good... for her. "neslihan," he says softly, like her name was a prayer. and when he sees the flash of her eyes when she lifts her head, he moves to lean in to find the answer about whether her lips were as soft as they looked.

#dexxcinesis: adam & neslihan.#i yapped too dw about it!!!

ameliiorate

for a time, naomi had been grayson's escape. the person that he had let in, someone that he could be himself with rather than the puppet that he continues to be for hs family. his family is not there now, but he still cannot let his guard down any longer. the thread between them has been severed, and grayson had been the one holding the scissors. he had let expectations win over his wants. what naomi had done, however, had not been enough to kill the affection that he continues to feel for her. he had merely chosen his family over her, over himself, as he has his whole life. he should not have shown up for this trip to begin with, his excuse of not wanting to waste money as weak as the rest of him. he had longed to see her again. mimicking her nod, his eyes fall to the ground, molding himself once more to be agreeable to the circumstances around him. "that works for me." her terms are ones that he can accept without being dishonest, reaching for his suitcase and rolling it across the floor to the dresser. his movements are mechanical as he unpacks and only moves when he has to hang up pieces of clothing that had been meant for the themed events outlined on the cruise's itinerary. "i am rather hungry." and he, too, longs to dull his emotions with a drink. "i do want to change, but i will let you have the bathroom first."

bynoctus

it's hard to be so close to him and not feel the urge to slip back into old habits, to pretend nothing has happened between them and they could just pick up in their relationship where it had left off. but too much has happened. naomi doesn't regret writing that piece about his family's company, but she does wish that he could have been spared from it. perhaps then things would have been different. "thanks," she gives a small awkward smile as she sidesteps around, heading to the bathroom to change. it gives her a moment to breathe and recollect herself, and her new outfit allows her to play the part that she's on vacation. with a bit of newfound courage, she exits the bathroom, granting him the space while she grabs her purse in the meantime. slipping her bag over her shoulder, she pats her hair down. "are you still a rum and coke kind of guy?" she asks once he exits and grabs their room key, falling into step with him as the head out of the room. "i'll buy the first round."

#ameliiorate: naomi & grayson.

the ba/ckrooms movie has me so hyped i'm making a single muse blog for bobby because my love for fi/nn be/nnett can't be stopped lol

#ooc.

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