𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗

[guysonvhs]

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a  slow,  selective  multi-muse  account  featuring  original  and  canon  characters.  dark,  mature  themes  will  be  present.  minors  dni.  not  safe  for  work  content  may  be  present.  held  lovingly  by  blue.

‎ original  muses.  canon  muses.  open  starters.  now  wanted.

‎ ✧  RULES  ✧

01  i  don't  participate  in  drama.  please  refrain  from  the  usual  no's,  such  as  forcing  ships,  godmodding,  etc.

02  replies  may  be  slow,  so  please  be  patient  with  me.

03  certain  faceclaims  and  ships  can  be  available  upon  request.  please  check  here  for  any  wanted  faces  or  pairings.

04  for  shipping  purposes,  all  muses  are  mlm.  however,  i  will  interact  any  muses  of  any  gender  on  a  platonic  level.

05  kink  list  can  be  found  here.  smut  will  be  present  on  the  dash  without  a  cut.  any  nsfw  images  will  be  labeled  as  'usfw'.

[guysonvhs]

anyone want to write on discord? :3

[notpedropascal]

CHARLES MELTON BY TURE LILLEGRAVEN FOR MEN'S HEALTH

[chvrlesmelton]

CHARLES MELTON for People Photographed by Erik Carter

[supfag-archives]

NOAH CENTINEO THE RECRUIT (1.02)

[whclesome]

ryder's jaw clenched, but he managed to keep himself from rolling his eyes. despite how obnoxious the blond could be, he was right-- ryder needed his help. bad. "believe me, man. i wouldn't be bugging you if i had another option." he fiddled with his quarter-zip's zipper as he spoke, clearly feeling out of place in ryker's domain.

and what ryker wasn't saying -- the implications -- only made ryder more wary. he folded his arms across his chest, inadvertently squeezing his pecs together nice and close. "guessing you're not gonna make an exception for me then?" it was worth a shot, right? "well, you know who my dad is." his dad was sheriff reynolds. everybody knew that, for better or worse. "do this for me and i could let you pick out something to take home from the evidence room."

[guysonvhs]

even the sheriff's kid wasn't off the hook. there was risk, of course, crossing someone with power in this town. but then again, if ryder was here, then he was in too deep that his father wouldn't be able to help, or even better, he didn't want pops to know.

a smirk plays at his lips, leaning over the edge of his seat.

" you can do me one better. i need a record erased from your daddy's lil' system. think you can manage that? " he had his own personal reasons, not that he'd elaborate too much. " do that n' you got yourself a deal. "

[loveshard]

"you think i want to spend time with the board?" xavier gave a soft scoff, grinning. the job paid him to care, but not that much. "that would require me to actually value the opinion of the board, which, as you know, would be an act of charity at best," he explained, sipping the last dribble of champagne.

the fact that he stayed this late was still a mystery, even to him. the office had already thinned around them. even the most hardcore grunts had punched out by now—except janitorial staff, the legal skeleton crew, and dante. he'd already assumed the night would end at some rooftop party, drained by the usual crowd of legacy kids and faded influencers. as it did most weeknights, no reason for today wouldn't follow a similar routine. but tonight he stayed, avoiding the crowds. a decision he blamed purely on dante's orbit. a gravitational field that drew in every fragment of his attention and patience.

"i'd rather be here," he added, looking at dante, sizing him up just as the man had done a moment ago, mirroring the gesture. "eating your snacks and making you talk to me," he finished, drifting his gaze along the ruins of their workspace. "are you disappointed?"

[guysonvhs]

" if you were a good boy, you would. " dante was toeing a very dangerous line. banter and offense were two sides of the same coin, and at the end of the day, xavier's dynasty paid his check. still, he liked to think he was an asset, giving him a bit of leeway when it came to what he was allowed to get away with.

leaning against the adjacent desk, he scans the other male's expression, nose flaring at the obvious once-over.

" i usually pay a high fee for my time, you should consider yourself fortunate that i enjoy your company. " the corners of his lips tug upward into a smile, perhaps a bit fond of their back and forth.

" there are worse fates, you're much better company than most. " a moment of silence falls between them, as if dante is mulling over his next words carefully.

" you know the receptionists are going to chat up a storm if they find out we were alone in here after hours, right ? "

[problematiqce]

Taemin frowned as he grabbed some napkins, offering some help to clean the other up. He didn't like seeing anyone getting bullied, but especially not someone as nice as Beckett.

Wiping off some of the ice, he gave the other a warm smile. "Accepted it or not, it's no reason for them to do something so rude. If I caught who it was I'd teach them a lesson."

Stepping back slightly, he sighed. "I live nearby. Do you want to come and I can get you a change of clothes? Something a bit less... slushie."

[guysonvhs]

a soft , bitter laugh escapes his lips.

my hero. he thinks, shaking his head. perhaps he was feeling a bit annoyed that his pristine appearance was tainted against his own will, let alone in front of an audience.

chewing the inside of his cheek, the pride within him wants to decline immediately, save whatever face he could. but he couldn't risk heading home covered in red food dye.

" i- ... fine. " rubs at the bridge of his nose. " thank you, lead the way. "

[movierentals]

open to: m / f / nb. feat. BOBBY CARPENTER, frankenboyfriend. plot: bobby was your muse's slacker boyfriend—before a tragic accident left him in pieces. your muse put him back together the best that they could, but they had to improvise to fill in some of the gaps.

"man, where did you get this brain from?" bobby's palm was quick to meet his skull. banging his hand down again & again, as if he was slapping the back of an old timey television to get it to start working. it was an adjustment, to say the least, getting used to having half of someone else's brain in his head. "some of the thoughts i'm having are really irritating me... not to mention, the thread on my thumb keeps coming undone. you might have to sew me back up." with a shake of his head, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "i know, i know, i have to learn how to do it myself.. but can you take care of it just for tonight?"

[guysonvhs]

" you know, it's like picking a scab. it won't heal if you keep touching it. " stern but still velvety smooth, as always. this was someone of gabriel's finest work, even if the circumstances were less than ideal. in a perfect world, he could've kept his dearest on ice while he sifted through the parts; of course, he couldn't.

" besides, not every part of you is... well, you. it's like taking a bunch of different puzzles and mashing them together. " pulling his head up from the thick leather-bound book before him, he beckons the taller male over.

he presses the offending digit into his mouth, humming as he slowly (perhaps lewdly so) pulls it from between his lips. the thumb in question looks brand new, fixed up nicely.

" you know i'll always take care of you. "

[loveshard]

the corners of xavier's lips curled, nearly involuntary, at dante's stubborn lack of decorum. who the hell toasted without waiting for the other person? impulse control issues, probably, or maybe just a lawyer thing. either way, it only made him want to misbehave more.

"you must have a hell of a time at weddings," he muttered, resisting the urge to laugh. he leaned in, nudging his own glass forward at their encouragement, tapping the rim against dante's. "to," he began, stealing half a beat before filling in the silence, "to the golden child of legal, and his uncanny ability to be an unrelenting pain in senior management's collective ass." his tone carried just enough bite to couch the compliment, adding in a wink at the end before tossing back the rest in a single swallow. it burned sweetly. vintage, probably from a case his father bought out of boredom rather than for any fetishization of bubbles. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, not caring that whatever liquid escaped landed on a legal brief.

"seriously, though. top work. the fact that i don't outright hate you is probably the greatest compliment i could give. and that's… not nothing."

[guysonvhs]

titles never really impressed him much. rich men like xavier threw their dicks around all the time, he'd seen plenty of it during his intern years. what he'd learned was that anyone can be bestowed a title, it was their actions that really put the weight behind it.

there's a reason people feared the mouse.

" you've got a silver tongue, york. that's dangerous. " the gift of gab was impressive, sizing the other male up with a flickering gaze. " but thank you, i rather enjoy riling up sales when they realize they're waist-deep in legal shit. " senior management tended to underestimate him, he was always glad to prove them wrong.

" i'm surprised you're here, shouldn't you be off celebrating with the board? " it piqued his curiosity, certainly. " never really took you as a lone wolf type. "

[guysonvhs]

open (m/m, bottoms preferred)

"so what you're sayin' is... you're in a mess and ya need my help. " it was a gross oversimplification, a bastardization of the story, even. but that was just how how the cookie crumbles in ryker's eyes, pushing past the mire of details to get to the bottom of it.

" quite the pickle indeed. but ya know my services ain't free. rarely are. "

[guysonvhs]

open (m/m, tops preferred)

" ugh, what a prick ! " beckett wipes off the red-40 dyed ice from his face, gasping as it dribbles down the inside of his shirt. it was a drive-by, the slurpee tossed in his face too quickly to notice who the culprit was. someone's sick idea of a prank, he supposes.

it's humiliating, wiping excess bits of ice, flicking them off to the ground below. even better, he had an audience.

" i'm fine. " he reassures the man before him, shaking his head. " probably some asshole who was angry i didn't accept his advances. "

[loveshard]

continued from xavier's open starter (@guysonvhs)

xavier pushed a flute of bubbles into dante's hand, uninvited, then sat at the edge of the desk. the chaos of paper towers and branded pens beneath did not register to him as a disruption, merely a backdrop for the fanfare he expected from this moment.

"details, details. there's a reason they keep you in the glass case," xavier said, not easily swayed by the cynicism. it only emboldened him, wanting to be the one to crack the impossible case. "come on. drink. it's a thursday in hell. we're both getting paid enough to feign joy." he actually wasn't so sure how much he was getting paid, but it didn't matter. the company card was the company card, and champagne wasn't going to drink itself.

"toast with me," he encouraged, and held his glass sagging from two fingers, waiting.

[guysonvhs]

the legal department to any company had to be a bit cutthroat. a company of this size, though, required a bit more than the average student studying for the bar. dante liked to think he was the best of the best.

" i could always use a fat bonus, but i'm fine with my compensation at the moment. " he hums softly, taking the flute and taking a healthy swig of its contents. not bad, the guy had good taste.

" ah, right. toast. " smirking, he was acutely aware of what he was doing.

" to... ? " he looks on, expectantly.

[loveshard]

plot inspo: xavier is crushing on a fellow coworker and employee at his father's multi-million dollar global coffeehouse company, 'locale' muse: xavier york (he/him), early 30s, biromantic bisexual, ​​executive-in-training at 'locale' & company heir

          "the miami market analysis can wait," xavier said, setting the celebratory champagne on the desk where the other worked, directly atop a mound of crumpled portfolios and color-coded quarterly reports. "we're supposed to be celebrating the contract signing," he insisted, already two steps ahead as he popped the cork and filled both glasses to the brim, "your little achievement deserves more than an email blast."

[guysonvhs]

" please. " dante rolls his eyes as he drops a manila folder onto the desk. unlike many members of staff here, he didn't hold his tongue, sass oozing from his words.

" if the rest of your staff wasn't busy fawning over you, they would've caught that error. " the charm was undeniable, sure, but dante wasn't so easily swayed.

" but i suppose a congratulations is an order, keeps my lights on after all. "

[guysonvhs]

/ like this post if you'd like me to reply to one of your open starters !

[daimiyamoto]

CHARLES MELTON

for COACH's Soho Sneaker Campaign (June 2025)

[guysonvhs]

/ my triumphant return