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[jetaiimee]

Did Celine ever picture herself taking on a job as a babysitter? No. Did she ever think she would cross the line, yearning for the father in question? Hell yes. So, when he asked her to stay late one night, she didn't even hesitate for one moment.

"Remind me to charge you extra for this," Celine playfully returned, taking a sip of the wine she had poured herself. If he was going to indulge, why wasn't she? "I made Teriyaki Steak. You'll love it." She allowed her gaze to linger on him as he inspected the food on the stove, her pulse quickening as she realised exactly how attracted she was to him.

open — to m/f/nb plot — stereotypical hot for babysitter plot. y/m stayed back when brad had to work later than expected and they cooked dinner after putting his kid/s to bed. y/m could be hot for brad too or just naturally dutiful/submissive. really keen on some fucked up power dynamics. some dom/sub or emotional manipulation/bully stuff. (the younger and more impressionable the better) muse — brad bauer + 37 + ceo of his own successful property development group + separated single dad + hot arrogant entitled asshole.

"look at you go," he remarks with an impressed smirk once he steps inside the kitchen; dinner cooked and ready on the stove, a glass of wine on the bench ready for his enjoyment. "i'll have to keep you back more often." he reaches for the glass of wine before he inspects the food on the stove. "so — what're we having?" asks, no intention of relieving them of their duties for the night.

[jetaiimee]

based on this // evan, 35, senior account exec // connection: gf, fling, fwb, wife etc.

"Unbelievable," Evan sighed as the barely clothed woman crawled on top of the dining table. A wicked grin appeared on his face, in combination with an immediate stir in his pants. "Guess breakfast is served," he half-joked as his hand reached out to rest on her neck, pulling her in for a heated kiss.

[jetaiimee]

based on this // celine, 26, new york based legal secretary // connection: something forbidden (boss, colleague, older man etc)

"I'll make sure your day gets off to the right start," Celine playfully smiled, placing a trail of kisses down his muscular chest. Always eager to please, and she had a special talent for morning blow-jobs. "Some girls offer breakfast.. well, I'm not like other girls."

Manicured nails grazed over his skin in a teasing manner, trailing all the way down to his semi-erect cock, wrapping her fingers around it. No way in hell she would let a chance like this go to waste.

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based on this // daniel, 30, london based lawyer // connection: colleague, someone he knows from law school, etc.

"Combined legal action," Daniel’s voice was low and thick with desire, his eyes never leaving hers. "I like the sound of that. But tell me, who should take the lead on this?"

He hovered over her, the air between them charged with tension, his lips curling into a smirk. "Because we both know, one of us is going to have to take control here." His gaze flickered to her lips, then back to her eyes, daring her to answer. The unspoken challenge hung in the air—this wasn’t just about the case anymore.

[jetaiimee]

Phoebe turned around and pressed her palms onto the bed in front of her, gently swaying her hips from side to side. Well - until Oliver's strong hands was in charge, leaving a sweet sting on her ass as he gave it a spank. Phoebe wasn't afraid to vocalise the pleasurable feeling, her moans filling the room while Oliver teased at her entrance.

It was sweet of him to ask if she was ready, but she was more than that. She craved him, to be nailed so hard she couldn't think straight. "Yes," she returned, half confirming the fact that she was ready for him, half satisfied to have him fill her up. Her eyes closed, back arched further and she enjoyed the way he slowly thrusted in and out of her. "Mmm, that feels amazing babe."

There was hardly anything sexier than his baby girl on all fours for him. He loved her boobs, but her ass was also quite the view. With a lick of his lips in anticipation, he aligned himself up from behind of her, his cock pressed into her pussy as he gave her ass a spank, and then another one.

Usually he would tease her, make her beg for it, but they had waited too long and the anticipation of the night was already killing him as is. "Are you ready?" He cooed in her ear, but without even giving her the chance to respond, he allowed himself to sink his cock deep inside of her, giving her a second to adjust before he started a slow rhythm.

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Harvey’s hands rested at her waist as she leaned into him, a rare, genuine smile tugging at his lips. He wasn’t the type to get sentimental or throw around empty cliches, but tonight? Tonight, he felt like indulging.

"Isn’t that what we always say?" he mused, his voice rich with amusement. "Another year, another promise to ourselves that this one will be different... and here we are again, right back in the same spot."

He paused, a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. "But you and I both know, Genevieve, we don’t need a New Year to go after what we want. We do that every damn day."

When she mentioned the lip gloss again, a slow, knowing smile spread across Harvey’s face. He couldn’t resist. "Hmm, I'm not quite sure," he said, his voice low with the hint of a challenge. "Let me have another taste."

Without another word, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was deeper, more certain this time—his way of testing just how sweet that honeycomb really was.

All that talk about time not stopping for anyone, yet a moment held still. A moment that truly did not feel fleeting. Her eyes went half-lidded as their lips smoothed in a delicate dance. In a desperate attempt to keep herself grounded, Genevieve settled each of her palms against his chest.

A celebratory popping of fireworks could not outshine the thumping of her own heart. Sounds were deafened in this prolonged moment until their display of affection had ceased. She blinked her eyes a couple of times, but her gaze was fixed up to him. What a way to bring in this new year.

With a beaming smile and warm cheeks, she felt a bit giddy while sharing this experience with him. Nothing wrong with cutting loose and enjoying life - especially on days like this.

"Happy New Year, Harvey." Genevieve returned the sentiment back to him, her bright smile could even be heard in the tone of her voice. "...I feel this year is gonna be something special. -- But what do you think? Does it taste like honey?"

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Harvey’s smirk deepened, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re right, I am the big man in the suit,” he said, leaning in just enough to close the distance. “But what I really want... is to beat your boss in court.”

He let the words hang there, sharp and deliberate. “And I’m betting you know exactly how to help me do it. So tell me, Secretary... what’s it going to take to get you on my side?” His voice was low, his presence unwavering—he wasn’t asking, he was commanding.

"Well yes, of course. You're the big strong man in the suit, aren't you? What's a little ol secretary like me to do when it comes to this? What is it that you really want, Mr. Big Hotshot?"

[jetaiimee]

The tension had been simmering between them for what felt like forever. Did that make Evan's bold move justified? Absolutely not—but the alcohol in his system was doing its best to convince him otherwise. The stress of the big client meeting tomorrow weighed on him, and being trapped in the same hotel room with Piper wasn’t helping—if anything, it was making everything worse... or maybe it was making it more unbearable in all the best ways.

“We shouldn’t,” Evan murmured, the words hanging between them, but his voice was low, a little unsteady, as if he knew he was crossing a line. “But we can.”

Piper’s presence was driving him wild, and he knew he was being selfish. The thought of backing away, of not making a move, almost made him angry. He was so close to the edge, and that damn spark between them had been too strong to ignore any longer.

He moved behind her, his breath warm against her ear, and his hand slipped over her curves with a deliberate slowness that sent a pulse of heat through him. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, the challenge evident in every syllable.

But part of him—a big part—was praying she didn’t.

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this was not the plan she had in mind when she booked the room for their work trip. somehow things got mixed up and now she was sharing a room with her boss. they must've came back from having drinks with the partners when she felt them against her. still in their work suit. "wait, we shouldn't. we have a big day tomorrow and i'm already worked up from the paper work."

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Evan leaned back, unfazed by Ivy's words, the usual smug smile tugging at his lips. He studied her for a moment, the challenge in her eyes only adding to his amusement.

"Oh, Ivy," he said with a slow chuckle, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think I'm the one with the ego problem? That’s cute." He straightened up, his gaze never leaving hers. "I didn’t realize you were so passionate about my amazing existence. I mean, if you’re going to go on about it, I must be doing something right, right?"

He leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing just enough to show he wasn’t taking her words lightly. "But I get it. Not everyone gets it. It’s tough to watch someone like me, with this much... potential, run circles around people who are too busy looking down at their feet to notice."

He paused, letting the silence stretch. "But hey, maybe you’re the one who’s not amazed. Maybe you’re the one who’s too proud to admit I’m exactly what you need."

He gave her a wicked smile, letting the words hang in the air as he waited for her reaction.

“yeah, because it is a burden. if i had five minutes of your time, you’d spend half of it doing your whole ego-starved narcissist act and the other half laughing at your own jokes.” ivy was being hard on him, she knew that. it was all she could do to stop herself from falling into the same annoying, lovesick trap the rest of the staff had. she took a step forward, arms crossed over her chest. “you can’t be naive enough to think everyone is obsessed with you, right? it’s normal for some people not to be amazed by your existence.”

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Celine had always prided herself on her adventurous spirit, but even she had to admit, last night had been a bit reckless. She’d flirted with a man who was already taken—and, of course, she’d been just as interested in his girlfriend. It wasn’t her first time walking that tightrope. She’d been with couples before, and if they had the guts to admit what they wanted, she was more than happy to oblige.

So when the text from Leyla came this morning—an invitation to lunch—Celine didn’t hesitate. She was too intrigued, too curious about where this could go. By the time she walked into the restaurant later that day, she was already in full control of the situation.

"Hey, you two," Celine greeted, sliding into the seat at their table with a smile that was equal parts warm and calculating. Her eyes lingered on Leyla first, then flicked over to Asher, quickly assessing the subtle tension in his posture.

"It’s so nice to see you again," she said, her voice smooth, eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "Last night was a blast. I’m sure we could’ve danced until sunrise, if you know what I mean." Her lips curled up at the thought.

She turned her attention to Leyla, giving her a slow once-over. "Love your outfit, Leyla. The color suits you perfectly. You’ve got great taste." Then, her gaze shifted to Asher, and she tilted her head, almost playfully. "As for you..." she said, her tone light but laced with something sharper. "You could use a bit more color. You feeling a little rough after last night?"

Her words were effortless, but there was a challenge in the air, a subtle question hanging between them: Who would be bold enough to take the next step?

OPEN TO: fem (25+) PLOT: in source CHARACTERS: leyla pinar (27) + asher stark (35)

he and leyla had always had a bit of an unconventional relationship, yet the development last night had come as a bit of a surprise. the pretty thing who'd all but wrapped herself around the pair of them had been intriguing enough - and before the night was over, leyla had made a point to exchange numbers before they'd put the girl into an uber home.

waking the following morning, leyla had rolled over and popped out a text to the other woman before insisting asher wake up and get ready.

TEXT: did you make it home safe baby? ❤️ TEXT: thinking about grabbing brunch, want to join us?

situated at a table outside, asher's gaze flickered from their surroundings before settling on leyla with a slight frown, "this was a horrible idea."

smirk tugging at her lips, leyla leaned back slightly - hand raising to wiggling her fingers in a little wave. "told you they'd show up," she murmured to asher before grinning, "hi babygirl!"

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The clock ticked down, the seconds slipping away as Harvey watched Genevieve with a knowing smirk. Time may have been merciless, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.

"Honeycomb Heaven," he murmured, his voice almost a purr, his eyes lingering on her lips. "A new year, a new taste."

He didn’t wait for her to answer. With a smooth, practiced motion, he closed the distance between them, his hand finding the back of her neck, pulling her gently toward him. His lips brushed hers softly at first—just a tease—then deeper, more certain, as if marking the moment. The kiss was a promise, a shared breath, a declaration that neither of them needed to speak the words.

When they pulled apart, the world around them seemed to pause, the sound of the clock fading into the background.

Harvey’s lips curled into a grin, his eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and something more. "Happy New Year, Genevieve."

open to: everyone, mutuals & non-mutuals muse: genevieve scott age: 30 occupation: attorney sexuality: bisexual plot: simply bringing in the new years with a traditional kiss! connection: any tagging: @indiestarter

The clock said that the new year would be here in just two minutes. This year was certainly a wild one - filled with good, bad, ...and everything else in between. At least she showed enough resilience to survive it all. Genevieve's eyes soon flicked away from the clock, giving her undivided attention on the individual beside her. "Time is merciless, huh? Always going, refusing to pause or rewind." Genevieve stated as she gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. A deep remark prodded its way from her brain... or maybe it was just the mindless talking from the glass of champagne that she had been nursing. Nevertheless, her lips thinned into tight line before pursing out once more. "...Y'know - this lip gloss that I have on? Honeycomb Heaven. It's suppose to taste like a sweet hint of actual honey. Do... you wanna test it out and lemme know? For the sake of a new year."

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Celine had always viewed marriage through the lens of her parents' fractured relationship. Her mother’s infidelity had left her with a deep sense of abandonment, forcing her to stay behind with her father, whom she adored. Their life together wasn’t terrible, and she loved her father more than anything, but her mother’s departure had left a void in her heart—a void she’d tried to fill with the fleeting attention of men.

"And what happens when that person changes their mind and leaves?" she asked, her voice tight, as if the words were a scar she hadn’t yet learned to hide. "Nothing lasts forever, not even love."

"When two people have given so much, should they keep holding on to something that no longer makes them happy, just because they’re too afraid to let go?" Celine leaned back, feeling exposed, as if Holden’s words had reached places no one else had ever dared to go. There was a vulnerability in her she never let anyone see, and somehow, Holden had drawn it out—challenging her in a way that unsettled her, but also, for the first time, made her feel something real. Something raw.

"Fit in?" she echoed, her gaze steady. "I’m not trying to make room for anyone. I’ve got enough going on as it is." She tilted her head, meeting his eyes with a challenge. "But if someone can keep up, that’s a different story."

Holden leaned forward slightly, his expression thoughtful. Celine was magnetic, that much was clear, but her perspective on relationships stirred something contemplative within him. It wasn’t that he disagreed with her words. To him desire was important, even vital—but the way she spoke of it felt transient, like a fleeting rush rather than the steady burn he craved.

"I get what you mean about not settling. Life’s too short for half-measures, but," he began, his lips curving into a small, warm smile, "I’d argue that the best version of yourself doesn’t just come from someone who contributes to your life—it’s about finding someone you want to share it with, flaws and all."

Holden continued, choosing his words carefully. "and I happen to think relationships, it's all about finding someone who still excites you. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally—even when the newness fades. Affairs might happen, yeah, but to me, they’re a symptom of something deeper missing. The problem isn’t the lack of desire—it’s the lack of investment in each other," he explained.

"So, tell me, Celine," he asked, "any hints on how does someone fit into that picture of the best version of yourself?"

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Harvey stood in the doorway, his fingers still gripping the frame, but there was a slight hesitation in his posture—a rare crack in the armor. For a moment, the usual confidence that defined him seemed almost distant. He met her eyes, his expression softer than it had been in years.

"You’re right," he said, voice lower now, almost thoughtful. "We both know what happened, but we can’t let it change things. It can’t. You’re on the other side, and I’m here to win. That’s what I do."

He stepped back into the bathroom, but didn’t close the door completely, the faintest sound of water running as he turned the shower on. He looked back, a fleeting smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"But deep down, Parker," he added, voice quieter now, tinged with something unspoken, "I know I’m not supposed to care. I know I should walk away and keep playing the game, keep winning. But... for once, I’m not so sure I want to. And that’s not something I’m used to."

"Then maybe you shouldn't walk away." Parker gave a playful eye roll in Harvey's direction, letting her hands wander over his upper arms as he pulled himself up and away from the blankets she was melted into. She was too blissfully comfortable waking up in the bed of someone like him, someone who would lead her directly into trouble she should've known to stay away from.

Still, she laid stretched out with a smile on her lips as she watched him move further and further away from reach. Almost pouted at his gentle reminder of their reality. "Pretending what never happened...?" Parker played clueless, reaching up to twirl a finger in her hair before sitting up against the headboard, not giving the slightest attempt in covering herself up.

"I guess I can settle for breakfast, if that's all you have time for. But what do you mean don't get used to it? Are you saying you're going to want to see me again?"

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The argument with her boyfriend was still fresh in her mind, and the frustration hadn’t faded one bit. "I can’t believe him," Phoebe muttered under her breath, almost to herself. "He actually said I’m too much." She shook her head, exhaling sharply. "Like, what does he expect? I'm not asking for anything outrageous. Just... effort. Is that so hard?"

She turned to Dimitri, her gaze sharp, as if hoping he’d somehow fill the silence with something that made sense. "He never gets it," she said bitterly, her voice edged with annoyance. "All I wanted was someone who could handle me, who could keep up. But no, he just... sighs like I’m some kind of burden."

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "You know, I never have to explain myself to you. You just get it. You make me feel... like I matter. Not like I’m too much to handle."

She looked up at him, her eyes a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "I’m tired of always having to fight for attention, Dimitri. He doesn’t know how to take care of me the way I need." She let the words hang in the air for a moment before adding, her voice softer, but tinged with something more desperate, "You do. You always do."

Open Starter

Dimitri Volkov - 33, heterosexual, firefighter

Plot: Your muse is in an unhappy relationship and cheating with Dimitri as a result. After your muse had a fight with their partner, Dimitri is there to reassure her. Plot inspired by this. 

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“He says you’re too demanding?” A scoff from Dimitri followed his statement. He rolled his eyes, too, and before his lover could say anything else, he added, “He’s weak. Only a real man can handle you.” After those words came from him, Dimitri shrugged. He settled his gaze on theirs so he could drink in their reaction. 

Putting out fires for a living, Dimitri was nevertheless inclined to start metaphorical ones when needed. In the months they’d been sleeping together, he’d been content with his role as their occasional comfort. And yet, as their relationship problems worsened, Dimitri also couldn’t help but want to make them feel good emotionally, as well as sexually, whenever they came to see him. 

[jetaiimee]

"So, I see you’ve been looking through my phone... Found anything interesting? I hope you weren’t snooping on my private stuff—unless you want me to make it worth your while."

♡ open starter for m/f/nb.

❛  yeah, i remembered the codes. they were the only fuckin' numbers you didn't hide in your phone.  ❜

[jetaiimee]

Harvey Specter in every episode - s03e03 - unfinished business