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YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Love Begins
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bcrnyours: Indie semi Selective Smut multi-muse, featuring mostly OCs. Muse 18+ Mun 20+ Dark/Taboo/NSFW will be present. 18+ only. sideblog to @bcrntortured. Penned by T. She/her.
MUSES | RULES | OPEN STARTERS | MEMES | TEST MUSES
open to m
Paige had that pensive look about herself. Her hands nervously picking as she thought. It was always effortless to be a flirt, but to say what she felt, that was another challenge. Her eyes flicker over to him before back out the window. "Do you ever think about it? About getting married?"
Jake blushed a bright red, his eyes lingering on Paige as she closed the door to the hotel room. The officer was in town for a while, and he had gotten quite the crush on her. This was the first night they could spend alone off base with each other, his heart beating fast. "I know I'm just a dude, but I hope i can impress you better than those privates you command."
Paige smiled, effortlessly as she stepped closer. Her hands gently traced up his arms. "Oh jake, you need not worry about them," Fingertips met the edge of his sleeve and dipped under them. " You're here, alone with me and the rest of them get to be envious that I choose you." She leaned in, lips almost brushing before she pushed him back on the bed, straddling his hips. "Now, do you plan on being a good boy for me?"
open to f
test muse; Wesley Anderson, Cowboy, nomad, a bit of a heartbreaker.
"it is mighty hot outside," Wes said, his southern drawl low as he dabbed at his forehead. The fence was coming along nicely, as per her old man's orders. "Some tea or lemonade would be nice, if you don't mind sugar?" Though his emerald eyes danced along her figure, only alluding to a taste for more than sweet tea.
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She had that look on her face, the early signs of boredom, as she tapped her pencil against her clipboard, eyes glued to the skyline outside the large windows. Bridget couldn't hardly sit in one place long enough. Her parents usually had to convince her to stay in college, to actually complete a semester. So far, she was going strong with a two week attendance.
Perhaps that was because of her new intern assignment. A college credit for successfully interning and gaining real world knowledge. It merely helped that the CEO was utterly attractive to her. And that she worked closely alongside him, practically shadowing the secretary. Her tapping stopped as she looked at the clock. 2:31 pm. "Oh crap. Oh uh-uh sir," She said entering his office. "it's time for the two o'clock meeting. Well...I mean way past time honestly. I...time got away from me."
open to F
possible plot; my muse accidently hooks up with his new flight student
"I'll save you the sob story that's my childhood," he gave her a slight smile. Chris didn't usually get so stricken so quickly but he was. "So how about you tell me how a beautiful lady such as yourself winds up in a dive bar alone on a Friday night?"
"Thank you," she wasn't kidding. her day was miserable enough as it is, and Soren didn't want any more baggage, especially not someone else's. She brought the cup of whiskey to her lips, sniffing it. This was her first time having hard liquor, but she'd swallow it like a man. She scoffed a bit as his little attempt at flirting, was it? Did he not recognize her? She was in his class just today. Though, the uniform made her look like a boy. "You know, the same reasons one takes up flight school. Because they have nothing better to do."
He knew when he was hitting out of the park or a foul ball. In this case, it was a very foul ball. Chris hesitated for a moment. Racking his brain. Most days he got so bored instructing, that he merely zoned out and rambled over the basics. He never really took to time to know his students considering they'd all be graduated in a couple of weeks, or months. His eyes lingered on her face taking in every detail and reimagining her in a flight uniform. "Flight school? Oh shit." He rubbed his forehead. "Sarah? No Soren. Well this just got awkward."
He says, "Oh, that is the end goal, but, there is a lot of lead up to that Bridget." He grinds into her, driving all of his length into her warm, silken passage, taking her completely.
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Bridget let out a sharp gasp, her eyes fluttering closed. Her fingers tangling in the bedsheets. She had a bit of a bratty nature, that was slowly aching to peak through. "I can't help but to want it now."
There were something about her words that stirred something deep in him. The old rebellion itch that been bugging him since first arriving. He had thought in his early days, he would be the man to tear the arena apart, to charge the emperor and take his head. But that died as days dragged into weeks, and weeks to months. His ownership switched between hands and friends he made in training were slain.
He rubbed his palms together, his eyes downcast the way a child would behave after a scolding. At least she heard his request for food. He knew he owed her something.
"I'm sorry," He said after a beat, real sincerity in his voice. No mocking or malice about it. He had judged her and wrongfully. She was not some stuck-up woman who hadn't known misfortune. "About your fiancé. I had no idea." He rubbed his weathered hands against his face. "My wife was killed in the raid on my homeland. Though I imagine it was for the best. The fates that she would have met here..." He shook his head and let out a small breath.
He fell silent for a moment, his eyes seeming worlds away. So many bittersweet moments replaying in his head. A small half smile tugged at his lips, a playfulness to try and lessen the tense moment. "Well, you could always keep me around because I'm nice to look at."
Aveline turned her head slightly at his last comment, the edge of a smirk ghosting her lips—but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She stepped back into the room, the soft fall of her boots against the stone floor the only sound for a heartbeat. “You’re not wrong,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “But looks fade. And charm runs thinner than blood in this place.”
Her gaze held his again, but it wasn’t cold. If anything, it was laced with a rare flicker of amusement—tempered, of course, by the weight she always carried in her voice. “You want to be more than decoration, Augotso? Then fight like a man who still remembers who he is. Not like a shadow skulking behind memory.” She let that settle before tilting her head, voice lowering.
“And don’t apologize for what you couldn’t have known. We all carry ghosts. But if we keep speaking to them, we forget how to speak to the living.” Her eyes drifted to his hands—scarred, worn, but still capable. “You’re not broken. Just buried. Dig yourself out.” Then, without waiting for another word, she turned once more. “For now.. Eat & Rest. You need it."
Augotso let her words linger. He sat there for a moment, looking at his food with a sort of reverence. As if it were the first food he had seen in days. He ate slowly, his mind riddled with thoughts. She was right in every single way. But it made him wonder why did she care? Or perhaps he was reading too much into it. Surely the court put bets on him each time he entered the arena. The thought that someone, somewhere was counting on his death, made him eat.
He moved from his bed using his silverware and empty plate as a sword and shield There was strength and grace in his movements as he trained his mind, as he imagined facing a large and unruly opponent once more. He felt the soreness, the tension in his muscles unraveling.
It was only when he felt the fighter in him returning, did he allow himself rest. Next time in the pit, he was going to win.
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possible plot; your muses s/o is abusive...you hire my muse to take care of the problem
"The price is firm." Daniel says leaning back in his chair, his arm tossed over the back of the bench. He glances around the diner, reading the room, determining if this was a real deal or just a ploy. If one of these patrons would up and arrest him. If the person in front of him was a member of law enforcement pretending to require his services. "You seem real determined to get rid of them. Can I ask why?"
Her eyes grew a bit wide in surprise, taken aback by his refusal of wanting payment for what he was asked to do. Relief washed over her yet she still had the urge to say her thanks. Instead she returned a greatful smile. " Daniel Evans." She said his name in a soft tone almost like she was savoring it, the way his name sounded on her tongue was quite pleasant. " I must say that name suits you, and your secret safe with me." She promised him. That look he was giving her was making her feel things. Like his eyes held a playfulness to them yet she found so alluring.
Margo nods in agreement, for a second she had almost forgotten about their reason for meeting and it was for her ex who and her mind was very dangerous. He had connections and has made threats countless of times. She has tried everything to be free of him. While she did manage to escape his clutches, he was always find ways to stalk her, making bone chilling promises to harm her and her friends and family. This was her last resort and by now the more she thought of it the more she didn't feel bad if the worst did happen to her ex.
" I'll make sure to do that and I'll keep my cellphone by my side just in case you call." She leans back in her seat, her expression seemingly more relaxed than before. She wasn't as nervous as she was earlier. " im looking forward to getting my life back on track again. It seems like its been so long since i felt like my old self. Back to enjoying what life has to offer and exploring new things." She said as her dark brown eyes locked on his magnetic eyes.
Daniel knew he needed to remain professional in this. Not for his sake but for hers solely. He was a dangerous man and getting her wrapped up in his web would ultimately end in hard break. That and he had a plan that needed to be set in motion immediately. Still the question fell from his lips, keeping him glued to his seat. "New things? What would you try first?"
His mind was still buzzing with the way she said his name. Repeating it and almost yearning to hear it again and again. To hear it in more sultry ways, reserved for the bedroom. Again, he mentally scolded himself trying to regain control or at least some semblance of it.
[TXT: Fully Loaded Dan] Heya Partner. Remember me? Blonde gal ya sold some loads too and gave some free ones on the house? :D
[TXT: Fully Loaded Dan] Miss ya! And I was actually wondering where in the big US of A y'all were. Travellin' is lonely right now and I kinda really miss you xxx
[TXT: Fully Loaded Dan] Wanna refill ma guns and grab a drink? I'll stay longer than a night this time x
[TXT: Fully Loaded Dan] You miss me? Or have you moved on?
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The night had been long for him. His knuckles bruised and yet a shipping container of priceless goods. He stood next to his car, smiling at the text. it was so rare anyone had his actual number and not his burner phone. And so rare that someone made him smile. But Jan wasn't just a somebody.
[TXT: Cowgirl Jan] Forget you? Completely impossible. As for moving on, that's impossible too.
He mentally crossed his fingers, hoping to see her again. [TXT: Cowgirl Jan] I'm in Los Angeles...at the ports. I'm heading down town. Though, I can come to you if you're not close?
Orion had to tear his gaze from her beautiful eyes. He wanted to let it move all over the ballerina's body, but he had a feeling he would be returning to her eyes often. He watched as her leg kicked up without issue and he couldn't help but think of how that kind of flexibility would be interesting to explore (with her permission of course). As suspected though, his eyes found hers again, they were just gorgeous. His own eyes may be blue, but in this moment they had darkened and with want and admiration.
Cherise couldn't recall the last time someone had looked at her that way. Her breath stilled and for a moment, she didn't want to break his gaze. She could've gotten lost in his eyes forever. But the music kept going, steps were completely out of time now. She felt like a heartbeat with an arrythmia all because of his gaze. A faint pink rose to her cheeks as she found the perfect part of the song to resume, moving once again with grace.
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"Mon Dieu," Cherise whispered, her voice breathy. "Her blue eyes raked along the man's figure. He was larger than her in height, as well as the outline in his pants. Her lips curled into a soft smile, it excited her at the same time. "You are absolutely going to break me."
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There was a dedication that came with baking. A tender love. The pie she had been working on continued to fall in the oven. Leaving four failed pies on the stove. Paige had been at it for the last three hours. She jumped in surprise as her lover's hands wrapped around her waist. "Here for the taste test?" She teased.
He watches as the woman moves various jars out of the way. He says, "I guess we will be doing something besides kneading dough on your counter Paige." He starts working on removing her clothes, saying, "Wonder how long we will have to work before things are ready to 'rest'?"
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Paige hums, tracing her hands over his shoulders. "I guess that depends on how hard you intend on kneading this dough." Her shirt falls free, her breast cradled in a lacey black bra. "Though I think I've got a little more stamina to last with you this time."
open to m/f
"I really don't like getting off on my own."
"Of course I'll come see you ... Hell if you let me it doesn't only have to be the one time "
She smiled softer now. All Paige really craved was a connection. "That sounds like a good plan." The elevator dinged, letting them know they had arrived at their floor.
Peter reached behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist leading her out of the elevator " you'll have to lead me from here to your place"
Paige led him down the hall, her apartment just at the end. She toyed with her keys for a second before finding the right one. "Here we go. make yourself at home,"
Ella met his gaze, her eyes steady, understanding the weight behind his words. She could see the past in his eyes, the pain, the loss—but she wasn’t going to let that hold him back now. Not with her. Not with this.
"I’ve got everything I need," she said quietly, her voice a mix of certainty and care. "I know the stakes, Daniel. I’ve been in situations worse than this. But what you’re doing? It matters. So, let’s make sure we both play our parts the right way." She leaned in just enough to catch his gaze once more, the warmth in her eyes matching the steadiness of her tone. "You’ll do your part. I’ll do mine. And when this is over, we’ll both walk away knowing we did what needed to be done. No more losses. Only wins."
Ella let the moment linger for a second longer before she took a step back, her hand brushing against his arm as she moved away, signaling that it was time to go. Her resolve was unwavering. There was no doubt in her mind now. She had a plan, and she was ready to make it unfold. "I will see you again soon." she called out as she moved away and towards her car.
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Ella moved through Ryder’s estate with a practiced ease, every step controlled, every gesture deliberate. She kept her face neutral, but her mind was working faster than she could process, a whirlwind of thoughts and calculations. She had to be careful—Ryder wasn’t a man who let things slide easily, and if he suspected anything, even the slightest hint of disloyalty, it could cost her more than just her place at his side. She hadn’t seen Daniel ever since that day. She hadn’t answered his calls. She made sure Ryder saw her keeping her distance, ensuring he’d understand that she was still his, still loyal. And yet, his suspicion lingered, a cloud in the back of her mind.
Tonight, he finally pulled her aside, his gaze sharp as ever, scanning her for any trace of dishonesty. "You’ve been acting strange, Ella. Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked, his voice low, dangerous in a way that didn’t need to be loud to carry weight. She met his eyes, holding the calm, steady gaze that he was used to. "Strange? I’ve been keeping my distance because I’ve been focused. There’s a lot of business going on right now, Ryder. You know how it is."
He wasn’t convinced. She could feel his eyes narrowing as he studied her face, but she didn’t flinch. His suspicion was palpable, but he didn’t know the full story. Not yet. Not unless she gave him a reason to dig deeper. Finally, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, a move that almost seemed to release the tension in his shoulders. "Just make sure I’m not being lied to, Ella. I don’t like being kept in the dark."
"I’d never betray you, Ryder," she said, her voice soft but firm. "You know that." That was enough—for now. He let her go, his mistrust unresolved, but for the moment, he bought her explanation. She’d dodged a bullet, but it wasn’t over. Not yet. She still needed the information.
In the days that followed, Ella’s movements became more calculated. She stayed in the background, blending into Ryder’s operation as she always had, keeping her distance from Daniel, keeping an eye on Ryder. She gathered the pieces, watching, listening, waiting. And then, finally, she had it.
The warehouse. She knew the address now. She knew how many men Ryder had stationed around it, the types of weapons they had. She knew everything she needed to help Daniel, but the real challenge was getting this information to him without raising any alarms. A Letter- She wrote the letter with precise care, making sure every detail was accurate, every word chosen for its weight. It was simple: no flowery language, just the facts. The address of the warehouse, the number of guards surrounding it, and the weapons inside.
It was risky—too risky—but this was the only way. She couldn’t give Daniel a direct call or text, couldn’t risk Ryder finding out. So, she sent the letter in the dead of night, slipping it into the hands of someone she trusted just enough to deliver it without asking questions. A simple note, but it would set everything in motion. She knew it would reach him. And when it did, things would change. There was no going back now. Ryder would eventually figure it out. But by then, it would be too late.
As time passed without word, Daniel found himself lying low, trying to minimize the worry he felt. He tracked various shipments, contacted a government friend of his to obtain his status, if he was yet on a wanted criminal. For a moment as he relaxed late one evening, a drink in his hand, the setting sun on the horizon, he felt the small pang of something different. A life away from crime.
But it was a fleeting feeling. War was his business and he was good at it. He had always been. From what he knew his previous shipment was being dispersed in war-torn parts of the world, giving the worse guys an upper hand. Ultimately maiming friends he used to serve with. But it didn't matter now. He didn't think too much about it.
He tipped his beer up to his lips, taking a long sip when his old friend, Marcus approached him. He sought out the reflection in the beer bottle before fully turning around. "You only show up when there's something good to tell me, so spill."
Marcus offered the letter. "This is for you."
A grin comes across Daniel's lips as he opens it and notices her handwriting. Ella had done it, not that he doubted her for a moment. "How fast can we put a militia together?" Daniel entered the penthouse and buried the letter, the details committed to memory.
Footsteps followed, the two men now standing inside the penthouse and from view as they planned. It was quite simple to hit them hard and fast, and not leave even a nail of that warehouse still intact. Luckily for Daniel, he had access to some of the most extreme weapons on the planet.
"One thing I do need Marcus, an eye on Ella when this goes down. Completely unseen, do I make myself clear? If Ryder touches her, even threatens her, move in."
Yall I am so sorry for my absence. I hope everyone has a safe and happy fourth. I miss writing with you all and hope to find the time soon! 🎆 ❤
** TEST MUSE: CALAMITY JAN**
From the south. Cowgirl. Traveller.
"I'm not from around here, Sugah!"
She stood and pulled up her jeans by her brown leather belt, showing the texas cowboy belt buckle and the bullets on her belt. And connected at the side was a holster for her gun.
"Sounds smart of you and thoughtful, rare thing in me, I find. Lead the way. I'll follow behind. But if your place is as good as what I am seeing in front of me, I might want to stay another night." She smiled and teasingly winked before leading the way outside.
"I can still be a criminal and a gentleman," He teased. Daniel couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips as she walked, the quiet confidence in her steps. He had a deep hope she would like to stay another night. He stepped beside her as they walked. "That's mine over there," He pointed to a Dodge Demon, every inch of it black. "I'll try not to lose you Jan." He teased despite his lead foot.
