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MUSE: xena january, socialite & future heiress, twenty-four.

" SHOULDN'T that be more of a reason for you to pull out?" xena teased, the kink being a new revelation to her, and while she could have fun with the divulgence, it probably wasn't the best idea considering how he'd reacted. "i'm not on birth control, so you probably shouldn't cum inside me. or maybe you should, do you wanna test your luck?"

open to: f/nb (older/younger age gaps welcome too)

muse: luke kim, 29 year old tattoo artist

plot: our muses have been hooking up for awhile, and are spending the night at luke's apartment in secret.

possible connections: best-friend's girlfriend/partner, brother's girlfriend/partner, sister-in-law,

"your first mistake was telling me you're ovulating tonight." luke mused, arms wrapped around their frame from behind, the hot water from the shower easing his tense muscles, the glass beginning to steam around them. "because now there's no way i'm pulling out."

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BASHFULNESS is an unexpected reaction to her words, she’s used to brazen people, people who were a bit too forceful in their treatment towards her, expecting her to be okay with anything just because they paid for her time — being treated like less of a person and more an object for their satisfaction. having someone who didn’t berate her upon starting a conversation nor started negotiations right off the bat was strange, but a welcomed change.

   “ I   can throw in cleaning services but that’s gonna cost you extra.” yurim jokes as she winks at him, trying to ease the nervousness somewhat, her playful nature being more pronounced than it was usually with her clients. though the thought that he either has a wife or girlfriend at home flashes through her mind, a quick scan of his hand affirms he doesn't have a wife, but he could still very well have a girlfriend waiting for him at home. “there’s a motel pretty close to here, if you want me to show you?”

   “   MY   name’s yuri by the way... in case you were wondering.” it’s easy to differentiate her yuri personality from yurim, she considers them different people entirely, yuri’s more confident and outgoing than yurim could ever be, never choosing to draw attention to herself during the day. “my hourly rate is about $100 an hour, depending on what you want and how long you want me for.”

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he's been here a few times before, watching the girls get picked up, but he had never gathered up enough courage to actually hop out of his truck and go for it until this night. he's never done this sort of thing before, casually hooking up with a stranger, and he had been worried it would be painfully obvious that he hadn't. and perhaps his anxiety isn't as hidden as he thought, but she's too polite to point it out. but her lighthearted teasing does help settle him some, a smile forming on his face. he had previously watched other men approach her and the other girls before, but the crude words out of their mouths was something ethan couldn't envision himself saying. so, he's pleased when she accepts his compliment. flattered when she dishes one back at him. handsome. he's been called that a few times. mostly by his mother and women as old as his mother when they'd call him to fix their sinks. but it feels genuine when she says it. "well, uh... i'd like to say i'd take you home, but my place looks like a twister rolled right through." embarrassed, he reaches up to the back of his neck, smoothing down the bits of his hair sticking out from beneath his hat. "so, uh... maybe a motel instead? somewhere private we could get to know each other?"

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MUSE: edward cha, high school teacher, 45.

" WASN'T the last time meant to be definitive?" edward questioned between the desperation put into the kisses the two of them shared. his own need to have her outweighing any previous conversations between the two of them, especially any that could end the situation they had ongoing.

open to male muses, 30+ muse: harriet connelly. meteorologist. 37. she/her. heterosexual.

"this is the last time," harry said between fervent kisses, "get it all out of our system - then - we won't do this ever again. deal?" even though they both knew she was full of it.

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MUSE: yurim kim, twenty-eight, life is hard and stressful </3

THE reality of a life yurim had once found promising had died, debt upon debt had forced her into a position in which she worked herself to the bone during the day and then at night, moonlighting on the street, trying to get as much as she could to keep herself afloat financially (which never truly worked). a multitude of bad financial decisions had left her with one of very little choices, and it wasn't a particularly good one. always waiting for her PRETTY WOMAN moment, which she knew would never come, life wasn't a movie, and she certainly wasn't vivian ward, no matter how much she wished that was the case.

HE was cute, yurim had decided by the time he finished, the nervousness that came from lacking experience in the current situation was endearing. she hadn't seen him here before, never once picking up one of her — what one could describe as colleagues, yet she couldn't help but sense a familiarity from him, it wasn't the largest town and encountering him prior to the current meeting was quite likely. she wouldn't be shocked if she had encountered him in her day job.

THE words he spoke are sickly sweet, much different than her usual clientele who negotiate before choosing her, she was sure she had this man reeled in before even opening her mouth. "you think i'm beautiful?" yurim questioned, the teasing evident in her tone, as she let out a genuine laugh, one of which few people had heard recently, "i can't say no to a man who thinks me beautiful, tell me, where do you plan to take me, handsome stranger?"

open to: f/nb. (27+)

plot: ethan was the tiny shy kid who constantly got bullied and she was the town's sweetheart that all the boys had crushes on. flash forward to now. he's bulked up with a steady job as a repairman that all the wives in town call and try to seduce, while she's fallen onto hard times and is on the streets selling herself. he picks her up to bring to a motel one night only to recognize her. cue them reconnecting, maybe him even confessing he had a crush on her when they were kids, etc.

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fingers drum anxiously atop the steering wheel of his truck as he continues to sit in the parking lot of the drive-in restaurant. it's a hotspot for some not-so-legal activities, so it's no surprise the place is busy. ethan briefly considers sparing himself the embarrassment by heading home, but that is quickly dismissed when he finally spots her. sitting up as if on alert, he watches her and two other girls coo and call out to patrons with the promise of a good time. daisy dukes shredded at the ends and a half bikini top, she reveals so much yet not enough. he feels his throat dry up thinking about pulling at the strings with his teeth to reveal her curves to him, but he quickly dismisses the image. after another survey around and considering whether he should wear his hat or not to avoid being seen (he does), ethan exits his truck and wanders over. his plan is to make it look casual, with the hopes of being coaxed over rather than approaching directly. and it works. one of the other girls calls out to him with a honeyed tone and he offers a smile. "hey." his eyes are on the girl of his affection instantly, slightly taken aback by how much more stunning she is up close. "i think you're—" the roar of motorcycles interrupts him and he flushes immediately, his confidence taking a bruise. stealing a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure no one was paying attention, he then leans in closer so he could be heard properly. "i think you're beautiful. i'd like to take you someplace."

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LIFE on the farm was lonely, a one of solitude, which sloane didn't choose, but she also didn't choose to leave either. her inaction had led her to be her parent's accountant, never leaving the farm unless necessary — one could call her existence surviving but never truly living. the attraction sloane had felt towards jesse felt natural and inevitable, it wasn't often she encountered people her age, much less attractive men who happened to live under the same roof as her.

IT had started innocently for sloane, her parents were out — something about needing to go to town and that they'd be out quite late, leaving her alone in the house. or so she thought, it wasn't until passing jesse's bedroom that she realised he was in there and doing something slightly inappropriate. crouched down and staring through the keyhole gave her a direct view of what he had not so subtly been doing. the dampness between her thighs was continuing to grow as she witnessed such a lewd act, she knew she should look away but the temptation to stay got the best of her, it's not like he would know that she watched him get off.

A high-pitched squeak left sloane's lips as the door opened as she tried to flee the scene. being caught watching such a private and intimate act wasn't on her bingo card. "you should really lock your door, you know, don't want anyone seeing anything they shouldn't."

throughout his young life, jesse had worked on multiple farms across the country, cash in hand for manual labour and a bed to sleep in after a long day of helping tend to the crops and animals. it was a decent life, one that he felt satisfied with and was in no rush to improve upon. his constant moving about meant that he rarely had time to make any sort of meaningful relationships, the closest he got to people were those who hired him and even then, he usually only stuck around for a couple months to get them through a season before he left in search of new work. his latest job had found him of a farm as typical as the rest, the only thing unique about it was the farmer's daughter, easily the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen but completely off limits. he might not have been allowed to touch her but there was no rules against touching himself and after daydreaming all day about her thighs in the little dress he'd seen her wearing at breakfast, he'd retreated back to his room in the evening for a little alone time. it wasn't until he had removed his hand off himself, his shirt newly stained and jeans still unbuttoned and shoved down his hips, that he heard his door creak and he turned to see said door nudged open, the eyes of the farmer's daughter there meeting his own.

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