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"You know it's not tender. Same way you know I need that gun for work." Liam swallowed the mediocre chicken before reaching for Bryce's water to wash it down. He gulped half the glass, then slammed the cup on the table. "Do I need to remind you of my rules?"

open to: m/f/nb

muse: Liam Winchester; 18; Switch; Bisexual; Angel-Human Hybrid who hunts the supernatural.

connection: any

"Just tell me where you put my gun, and I'll leave you to enjoy your dinner." He popped a piece of white meat in his mouth. "Chicken's dry."

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Truthfully? Bo could've dipped his toes in the pool at any time. Despite the vigorous laps, the man swam, there was room to swim if you hugged the wall. Instead of cooling off, he found himself enthralled with the gorgeous red head effortlessly slicing through the water. He stared for so long that he didn't realize he was until the man approached him. It took the willpower of a God to maintain eye contact. "Oh, yeah, no worries, man." Bo cleared his throat. "You...um...you swim fast. That's cool." He managed to get out. "You come here often?"

Open to: M/F

Suggested Connections: Friend, Trainer at the gym, Stranger at the gym, anyone you'd like though bear in mind he's a top.

Swimming wasn't just a hobby to him, it was his job; his career. Given that, Adam had a tendency to lose focus while he was swimming, the entire world faded away. This was a bit of a problem considering he was using a public pool. After awhile self-realization kicked in and Adam got himself out and approached the friendly face at the side. "Sorry if I was kinda hogging the pool, I promise it wasn't on purpose, just lost track of time. I'll probably hit the showers now though."

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Violet knew Hayden was about to knock on her door long before she heard her eager little knuckles rap on the door. She could smell that perfume from miles away. Smirking to herself, she opened the door and leaned against the frame as she shamelessly eyed the smaller woman. "No, I just like showering with you." She teased back. "Thought you weren't coming til' later?"

WHO: hayden st. claire. esthetician. bisexual. 25-27. josephine langford fc. OPEN TO: anyone 21+ PLOT: our muses have been hooking up for a little while and hayden didn't think anything was going to come of it...until flowers showed up at her job for her.

hayden couldn't bite back the smile that appeared on her face when the flowers were delivered. while she hadn't been actively dating someone, she had been sleeping with someone and so, these flowers were completely unexpected. as soon as she got off work, she wasted no time showing up at their place. "so, what? you like me now?" she teased softly as they answered the door.

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The more Cecilia talked, the harder Violet fucked the toy into her. If she could still form a coherent sentence, that meant she wasn't making her legs shake, and if she wasn't making her legs shake, it'd take them all night to drench the mattress. She had every intention of making her cum again and again until the sheets permanently smelled like her. With her other hand, she pinched and twisted those rosy nipples as she pinned the blonde to her chest. "Yeah, you're right, he doesn't matter. Only I matter. You said so yourself." She hissed, panting from the effort to keep the toy pumping into her at a continuous pace. "He can turn you upside down, sideways, and twist you into new forms, but he'll never get as deep as I can." She shoved the toy in and held it inside of her. She circled her hand, wanting to make Ceclia's hips twitch against it. She wanted to see her grinding on the silicone. "He'll never hear the way you mewl when I taste you. Or see every muscle in your body go ridged." She grabbed her chin between her trembling fingers. Violet hadn't stopped shaking since she found out. She couldn't ever remember feeling such a deep sense of anger. If it was another woman, maybe it would've hurt less, but knowing it was a man made her rage poison her blood. They were disgusting creatures and to think that asshole had buried himself inside her Ceclia, made her want to fuck her over and over until her insides were cleansed. "Say my name Cecilia. I wanna hear it." She dug her nails into the soft skin of her chin. "I want them all to hear it."

open to: m/f/nb plot: y/m is someone celia started seeing after she started her sex work. she didn't tell them she was a prostitute and they just found out. Jealous/possessive/maybe mean sex incoming. Take it any way you want. Character does not need to have a penis, they can be using their fingers, an object/toy, whatever. Set in a period era would be preferable to me but I can do modern too!

"ow - easy. Please." Their grip is possessive, holding themself inside her from behind. Celia hadn't intended for their romance to continue, but it had. And somewhere along the way, she'd begun pretending that it didn't matter if they didn't know about her secret affairs, taking money for sex from men at the inn by night. She may have been the governor's daughter, with more money at her disposal than she knew what to do with. But Celia needed money of her own, and selling herself was the way. Not for them though. They were something special, something just for fun -- fun until they'd found out. Now, there was something different in their energy. Possessive, jealous, maybe almost punishing. They pounded into her relentlessly but wouldn't let her move, her back pinned to their chest. Celia's heart hammered, unsure if she was even safe with the person she usually loved. "It started.. before I met you," Celia tried to explain through her heavy breathing. But now wasn't the time. "They don't matter."

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Last week, Edmund's manager, Mr. Moonie (unfortunate name) sat him down to warn him that if he made one more headline, he was gonna send in his best people to do damage control. Unphased by the threat, Eddie got shit faced and smashed somebody's face into the bar counter for calling him a wash up. Less than twenty four hours later, Moonie sent him this bitch with a fuck you fruit basket and now she was basically taking over his life until they could clean up his image.

"Whatever you say. My life's a video game and you're the only one allowed to use the controller." He looked her up and down, same time she eyed him. Her personality ruined her divine looks. "You're right, you'd spread your legs after two shots, not five." He snarked.

With a sarcastic smile, colder than the ice on top of his favorite ski mountain--Edmund turned to walk into the kitchen to pour himself a drink. All this talk of tequila was making him thirsty for whiskey. "So how long are you under contract to make me boring? Or are you the permanent angel on my shoulder, judging everything from my cashmere to my taste in women?" He called out.

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"You genuinely believe you'd survive without someone to babysit your social presence?" Solera snickered, "Do you know how much shit I dug up on you with a surface level search?"

Flicking her hair over her shoulder and out of her way, she tapped a few things on her phone screen, "Oh look, I know who you took to the high rise last night in three taps. Should I remind you what you ate off the room service menu? Or how there was an extra charge to your room for them cleaning up 'suspect paraphernalia'?"

When his manager said that this woman was insanely good at her job, he wasn't lying. In fact, he had purposefully chosen to omit a few things about her.

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open to: m/f/nb

muse: Liam Winchester; 18; Switch; Bisexual; Angel-Human Hybrid who hunts the supernatural.

connection: any

"Just tell me where you put my gun, and I'll leave you to enjoy your dinner." He popped a piece of white meat in his mouth. "Chicken's dry."

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open to: m/f/nb

muse: Violet; 24; Bisexual; Switch; Journalist for a popular magazine.

connection: any

"Why are you here? I told you yesterday, our conversation is over. I asked, you told, now beat it unless you want me to put this in my article too."

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open to: m/f/nb

muse: Percy; 22; Gay; Switch; Painter and male escort.

connection: YC is a new clientor returning client, friends, strangers in a bar, coworkers, enemies, whatever the vibe is.

"For that amount, I'll take your shoe off and kiss your toe. If you wanna fun night, you'll have to pull out more cash, sweetheart. Boss doesn't let me work for free."

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open to: m/f/nb

muse: Bo Murphy; 23; Gay; Switch; Horror Writer and front desk attendant at his Mother's shady motel.

connection: friends, YC is a guest at motel, YC is a criminal, fwb, neighbors, coworkers, enemies, whatever goes.

"I don't write this dark stuff for fun or to be edgy." Bo swiped the notebook from the other's hand. "It's all real stories. Real things I've seen happened at my Mom's motel."

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open to: m/f/nb

muse: Edmund King; Any AU; Famous Actor; 25; Bisexual; Switch.

connections: director, fellow actor, agent, manager, assistant, friend, fan, current love interest, fwb, whatever tickles your fancy.

"What do you mean cut? This is the millionth take! What's wrong with it now?"

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open to: m/f/nb

muse: Peter Dixon; Modern AU; 26; Switch; Tattoo artist, thief, and drug dealer.

connections: neighbor, friend, coworker, enemy, crush, whatever feels right.

"I'm serious. Where's the damn bag? My brother's gonna fucking kill us!"

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open to: m/f/nb

muse: Alice Henley; modern day AU; 25; bisexual; switch with heavy dom lean.

connections: strangers, on a blind date, meeting at a bar, a fellow teacher who works at the school, one of her students' parents, or whatever clever thing you dream up!

"What, you don't think teachers can have fun?" She let her eyes flicker down their frame. "That we just stop having quiet desires, or the inclination to do bad things?" She met their eye, unimpressed with their recent remark. "Cause that'd make me a robot and I don't think I'm a robot." She lifted her fingers to brush some hair off their face. "Do you?"

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"I'm not a dog or a cat or some plushie you picked up at the store." Bo's breath staggered as Liam's fanned his groin. That small gesture made his insides bleed from how bad he hurt for his touch. "I'm n-not...cute..." he gasped, looking down to watch him with heavy lids. His lips ghosting over his cock made every vein bulge in his shaft. He held his breath, waiting for that blissful point of contact, only for Liam to completely ignore the real area of need.

He swore he could hear the asshole humming. It drove Bo insane. By this point, his partner was either choking on his dick or getting ready to shove him into the cushions. The slow nature of it made his skin crawl. He needed relief. Worse than a dehydrated runner after a race, or a hurting patient with a deep wound. He almost snapped again, but Liam's mouth leaving bruises on the dimples in his hips momentarily satisfied his craving for touch. Bo sunk back, trying not to squirm as he watched him take his flushed skin between his teeth. "How do you get anything done? Sex with you must take days." He teased, playfully pushing his forehead with his index finger before it disappeared between his stretched-out thighs. Bo fully laid back when he licked his hole. The texture of his tongue and the moisture felt like heaven. Then, when he paired it with stroking him, Bo found his hands reaching up to grasp at the air above his head. "Shit...that's nice..." he groaned, starting to pant. "This how you pay rent?" He whispered, pushing his hips harder against his face. The slow build had him twice as horny and three times as impatient. How was this gonna give him a better orgasm?

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"I'm not saying your brother sounds like he thinks women pee out of their vagina, but I'm also not NOT saying that." He muttered to Bo as if it were matter of fact.

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"Oh please, you only know what I pretend to like. If there was a test on my body, you'd fail."

open to females. ♡

" i know you brought him here just to piss me off, but at the end of the day, it doesn't matter. he still doesn't know your body the way i do. "

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"Anything can be intimidating if you have a big enough imagination." Growing up, Violet watched her brothers turn the safest things into weapons. Newspapers. Plastic spoons. Air. If you were crazy enough, you could really mess somebody up with your environment. "I don't think you kidnapped her," She reached out her index finger to slide the plate of pie closer. She used the butterknife to scrape off the top before licking the cream off of the knife. "But I do think you know something." She repeated the motion, this time really digging into the filling at the core of his treat. "You're not a cop," she laughed. "If you were, the house would be taped off and you'd have a more convincing uniform than whatever that is." She licked the bite of pie off the knife again. "And funny enough, it's a crime to impersonate one. I could report you." She placed the knife down on the plate. "Or, I could avoid them figuring out I have warrants and you can tell me what you saw." She leaned back against the booth's cushions. "I'm conducting my own investigation. I think it'd be helpful to compare notes."

“Whatcha looking at? I got pie on my face or somethin’?”

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"No shit you can dig me up on a surface level. At ten years old, I was America's sweetheart while you were playing with worms in a sandbox." Eddie actually had no idea if this vile woman was older or younger, but his mother always told him to speak with confidence, even if it was bullshit.

Rolling his eyes, he leaned back in his chair with a sarcastic pearly white smile. "Wow, sounds like you're on your way to being America's most wanted stalker." He picked at his nails. They were getting brittle. He needed to book another afternoon at the spa soon.

He arched a finely shaped eyebrow at her. "Big kids call it porn. Big whoop. The press has caught me doing way worse in bars." He swiped his tongue over his lips. "You know, I bet if we get you in a cocktail dress and have you pound five tequila shots, you'd be the life of the party."

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"You genuinely believe you'd survive without someone to babysit your social presence?" Solera snickered, "Do you know how much shit I dug up on you with a surface level search?"

Flicking her hair over her shoulder and out of her way, she tapped a few things on her phone screen, "Oh look, I know who you took to the high rise last night in three taps. Should I remind you what you ate off the room service menu? Or how there was an extra charge to your room for them cleaning up 'suspect paraphernalia'?"

When his manager said that this woman was insanely good at her job, he wasn't lying. In fact, he had purposefully chosen to omit a few things about her.

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Bo rolled his eyes. He wasn't demanding. He just wanted them to be equally involved. He didn't want to lay back and take it, no more than he wanted Liam to do all the work. Per his laws of attraction, fooling around like this was only happening once, and they were potentially ruining their friendship. So he wanted to make it worthwhile. He also didn't want Liam to think he was some mewling little twink.

"You're demanding." He fired back. As the older male kissed down his navel and slid off his jeans, Bo's hips arched up to his face, eager for more pressure against his warm skin. His voice dropped a pitch as it simmered to a longing whisper. "So fucking demanding."

His words were then lost with a shiver. Liam could see him naked. And he wasn't being subtle about staring at him. The shadowy silhouette of Liam sitting up to milk him in made Bo's dick heavy between his bare thighs. There was a cast of white artificial light from the kitchen. Otherwise, it was just them exploring each other in the dark living room.

Bo sat up on an elbow, right about the time Liam settled his bulkier frame between his thighs. The entirety of his body covering his, gave him goosebumps as he kissed him back. He fought the urge to fist his hair or whisper sinful things to him. Instead, he tried to relax. He tried to match the pace of his breathing. To really savor his taste and to listen to how their bodies reacted to one another. To let his wandering hands admire each curve and sensitive pocket of skin. Then, when Liam broke the kiss to explore his body, Bo laid back on the arm rest as he gently combed his fingers through his hair. The combination of his beard and soft lips made him squirm beneath him. "Jesus...that's nice...makes me feel like jazz should be playing or rain should be falling." He whispered, pulling up his knees so he could wrap his legs around him.

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"I'm not saying your brother sounds like he thinks women pee out of their vagina, but I'm also not NOT saying that." He muttered to Bo as if it were matter of fact.