#partner : sevcnminutcs

[gctawaygirl]

closed starter : for @sevcnminutcs (any muse) muse : madeline mccoy (25, she/her, pansexual, content creator) plot : based on a meme i found in your wanted plots ( ❛ I hope I didn’t wake you. ❜). your muse and madeline are at the beginning of a relationship and she truly cares about them but she still has commitment issues and hasn't been able to give up her partying ways just yet.

maddie was not supposed to stay out this late. she had promised the other that she would come home after the main part of the event a few hours agao but she had been convinced into an after party. the event was to launch a product she had helped create so it wasn't too difficult to do so. now, with her buzzed and blurry thoughts, she started feeling guilty entering her apartment and finding her newfound partner asleep. she pulled off her heels, tip-toeing through the living room to the kitchen for some water, hoping not to wake them. unfortunately, she forgot about her own creaky floorboards and heard them stir, "hey..." she said with a forced smile that definitely showed her unease, "i hope i didn't wake you."

[gctawaygirl]

"Seems to run in the family," Trixie teased, referring to her best friend being just as bad. She raised an eyebrow, "A goofball?" she repeated, "I don't think anyone has ever referred to themselves as that before, at least not in my earshot. Interesting..." she mused this for a moment and her face flushed slightly as he winked, "And does the Ryder I've been told about drink?" she asked curiously, "Because I'd love to grab one and learn more about the real you."

Ryder chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, you know how it is—I'm just a walking drama queen." He replied, feigning an over-the-top flair. "But seriously, I think the first thing someone who actually knows me would say is that I’m a bit of a goofball. I mean, who doesn’t love a good joke, right?" He winked at her, leaning in slightly. "And yeah, I guess I can be annoying sometimes. Just part of my charm." He flashed a playful grin, ready for her next playful jab.

[gctawaygirl]

closed starter : for @sevcnminutcs (any muse) muse : hendrix reid (27, he/him, pansexual, former escort/personal trainer) plot : found this in your wanted plots “I’ve heard stories about you. They can’t all be true.” and I thought maybe this could be after he got a wake-up call and stopped being an escort so he's trying to leave that life before in a new place but rumours have followed him.

"about me?" hendrix asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. it was the only way he could hide the panic he truly felt internally. he had only been here a few months. had someone here known about his past and spilled the beans? he was trying to get away from that, "tell me what they are then and i'll tell you if they're true," he continued, hoping to find out what the other knew and probably deny it if it were true.

[gctawaygirl]

It was everything she had been missing and needing. Part of Layla always knew that it was Graham she needed but she did not want to hurt him. Not when she had lied for years about why she had ended things. She sighed before inhaling deeply, breathing him in like it was only yesterday that they had done this. Everything about him was familiar, she never forgot any of it, "I'm sorry I took so long to come," she said with a soft smile, shaking her head, "Then don't let go," she replied, pulling him in for another kiss.

He kept the kiss slow, savoring every second, every movement, but the second he felt her tongue graze his lip and heard that soft whimper, a low groan rumbled in his throat. His fingers flexed against her sides before one hand slid up her back, tangling gently in her hair. God, he had missed this—missed her. Tilting his head, he deepened the kiss in return, pouring everything into it. When he finally pulled back just enough to catch his breath, he rested his forehead against hers, his voice rough with emotion. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." He admitted, his thumb brushing softly over her cheek. "And now that I have you here… don’t think I’ll ever let go again."

[gctawaygirl]

Quinn shuddered under her touch, letting themself be affected in the way that they both loved. They leaned back a little so that she could eat the cream off them. A loud moan left their lips, filling the room, "Oh honey," they replied with a grin, taking the can back so they could squirt some onto one of her thighs, "You better make sure you can handle it," they muttered. Setting it aside, they bent down, spreading her legs a bit further and pressing on kiss against her thigh before they started on the cream. Quinn moved painfully slow, wanting to tease and torture her.

She tilted her head, giving them more space, her lips parting as another soft moan slipped out. Her eyes darkened as she took the canister from their hand, a slow smirk tugging at her lips. "A mess, huh?" She mused, running a teasing digit down their now bare chest. Without breaking eye contact, she gave the can a playful shake before tilting it downward, letting a slow, deliberate line of whipped cream trail over their collarbone. Leaning in, she flattened her tongue against their skin, licking a slow path before sucking gently, just as they had done to her. Pulling back just enough to meet their gaze, she smirked. "Hope you can handle what you started."

[gctawaygirl]

"I don't think I've ever been so sure of everything," Layla admitted just before he kissed her. Her hands reached up to rest on either side of his neck and deepen the kiss. She kept it slow as he had but tilted her head slightly, allowing her tongue to slide across his bottom lip. A soft, involuntary whimper moved from her mouth into his. It had been a long time since they last kissed and she cursed herself for letting it go on for this long. All she wanted was to kiss him and never stop. She was helpless under his touch now.

Graham's breath caught in his throat, the closeness between them making everything else fade into the background. His hands gently cupped her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw as he leaned in just a little bit closer, their foreheads still pressed together. "Layla…" His voice was low. The tension between them felt like it had been building for far too long, and now, it was impossible to ignore. He let out a quiet sigh, the decision clear in his mind. "If you're sure…" He murmured, before closing the space between them, his lips meeting hers with a slow, almost reverent kiss.

[gctawaygirl]

Layla's eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in and she tilted forward, resting her forehead against his, "I haven't let myself have what I want for a long time," she whispered back, her tone and body language making it clear that what she wanted was him. She opened her eyes just in time to meet his gaze, "I'm done pretending I don't want this anymore," she said and leaned up, starting to close the gap between their lips. Suddenly, wine didn't seem necessary for this anymore.

"Real, huh?" He murmured, barely above a whisper, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin. His heart raced. "You’ve always known what you want, Layla. I can’t fix what’s broken, but if it’s real you want… maybe we can figure that out together." He paused, leaning in his breath warm against her cheek. "I won’t lie—this isn’t easy for me, either. But I won’t pretend anymore, not when we’re standing here like this." His eyes locked onto hers, searching, hoping she’d see the truth in his own. "If you’re done pretending, I am too."

[gctawaygirl]

"You taste much better than waffles," Quinn muttered against her skin. Squirting more cream, further down her neck this time, they sucked and nipped once more. They waited for the moans and gasps that they adored so much. They pulled away, only for a moment, so they could pull their shirt off for her and handed the cannister over, "Let's make a mess together."

Aviana’s breath hitched, her hands instinctively gripping the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white as a shiver ran down her spine. Her head tilted slightly, giving Quinn better access, though her lips curled into a playful smirk, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "God, you’re really committed to this whole ‘no waffles’ thing, huh?" She managed to tease, her voice low and breathy, betraying just how little she was actually in control of the situation. Her fingers found the hem of Quinn’s shirt, tugging them closer, her gaze dark and full of challenge. "But you know…if you’re gonna make a mess, you should at least let me return the favor." She leaned in, her mouth grazing Quinn’s ear, her breath warm as she whispered. "Fair’s fair, right?"

[gctawaygirl]

Layla let out a breath, averting her gaze as she felt his burning into her, "Tell me about it," she muttered. She didn't look up again until he was standing right in front of her, lifting her head to meet his gaze. Her breath hitched in her throat when she realised just how close he was, "Nobody can fix my life," she whispered back, "Give me real any day," she added. Layla had told herself they would never be a thing again but she found herself back here easily when she realised things with Tristan would never improve. Her engagement would never be happy or fulfilling but she could be happy and fulfilled elsewhere.

Graham stared at her for a moment, the weight of her words settling heavily between them. His jaw tightened slightly, not out of anger, but something else—something unspoken. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the counter, his eyes never leaving hers. "That’s a hell of a confession, Layla." He said quietly, his voice low and edged with something darker, something real. He let the words hang in the air for a beat before pushing off the counter, closing the space between them with slow, deliberate steps. His hand reached up, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch light but lingering. "You know exactly what you’re asking for, don’t you?" His gaze searched hers, not with judgment but with something deeper—curiosity, maybe, or understanding. He leaned in, his lips a breath away from hers, his voice a husky whisper. "I’m not here to fix your life, Layla. But if you want something real—something honest—you’ll get that with me."

[gctawaygirl]

"I'm not happy," Layla admitted, "My engagement. It's fake, arranged and I'm not happy in it. I don't love Tristan, in fact I'm pretty sure I hate him," she explained, "My parents arranged it and if you tell anyone about it outside of this room, I will deny it and never speak to you again," she warned, "So... I have needs that are not being met and you... Well, I know you can meet them so I'm asking for your help," she placed the wine on the counter and stepped toward him, "Please," she whispered, trying not to sound like she was begging.

His eyes flicked to the glass in her hand, then back to her, the smirk never fully leaving but softening just a little. "I’d hate to fall behind. Wouldn’t want you holding that over me." He reached past her, grabbing his own glass from the counter, his arm brushing against hers—just barely. After taking a sip, he tilted his head slightly, studying her with that unreadable look he wore so well. "So, what’s the plan here, Layla? You show up, slightly tipsy, issuing drinking challenges… should I be worried?" His tone was teasing, but there was a question buried underneath, the one he wasn’t brave enough to ask out loud.

[gctawaygirl]

"God, stop it, that's almost too much," Quinn groaned teasingly, laughing against her mouth as they kissed her again. They shook their head, "Nope, waffles are the last thing on my mind," they admitted, placing their hands on her ass so they could lift her up onto the counter. Quinn reluctantly moved away from her, only to get the whipped cream from the fridge. They kept their eyes on hers as they pulled aside the collar of her shirt to squirt some of the cream onto the spot at the base of her neck. Quinn's lips were quick to find it, sucking the substance off her skin and nipping at it at a torturously slow pace.

Aviana let out a soft laugh against Quinn’s lips. She pulled back just enough to meet their gaze, her fingers lazily tracing patterns along the back of their neck, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Oh, so now I’m sexier when I’m half-asleep? Guess I’ll have to stop trying altogether. Just roll out of bed, hair a mess, no effort. Peak attractiveness, apparently." Her voice was low. She tilted her head slightly, pretending to think, though the grin threatening to break across her face gave her away. "Hmm, I’m pretty sure we do have whipped cream...but now I’m starting to think you’re not actually interested in waffles." Leaning in again, she pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of their mouth, then another just below their jaw, her lips barely brushing against their skin as she whispered: "Is it the waffles you’re craving…or something else?" She pulled back just enough to catch the look in their eyes, her grin turning into something softer, more playful. "I mean, I could make breakfast. But I’m pretty sure we’ve got more interesting things to do with whipped cream."

[gctawaygirl]

Maddie nodded, "Yeah, it is," she agreed. She still didn't think she deserved him. He was too good, too understanding, but that was something she needed to work on so she was worthy of being loved by him, "Now," she said, pulling away and wrapping her arms around his neck, "Are we going to go to bed or what?"

As she pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, breath still a little uneven as he took in her words. His eyes softened, full of warmth and something deeper—something unshakable. "You don’t have to deserve me, Maddie." He murmured, his thumbs brushing soothing circles against her sides. "This…us…it’s not about deserving. It’s just right." His lips curled into a small, meaningful smile as he cupped her face gently. "Then let's make it ours." He echoed, sealing the promise with another kiss—one that spoke of certainty, of devotion, of a future he knew they were building together.

[gctawaygirl]

Quinn shook their head, "I can assure you that my opinions will remain the same when I'm fully awake too," they retorted, grinning against her lips, "I think you're even sexier when you're half-asleep anyway," they continued, arms tightening around her as she started making suggestions for breakfast, "I think..." they mused for a moment, "All of that sounds great but the last one is my favourite. Wait, have we got whipped cream for waffles?" they asked if that would change their mind but actually, their mind was wondering to other things they could do with it.

Aviana grinned sleepily, her eyes still half-lidded as she melted into Quinn’s embrace, the warmth of their body against hers making it far too tempting to stay wrapped up like this forever. She returned the kiss, slow and lazy, the kind that made her forget about anything beyond this moment. "Mm, you’re just saying that because you’re still half-asleep." She teased softly, her voice husky with sleep. She traced lazy circles on Quinn’s arm, pretending to think, though her mind wasn’t exactly on breakfast yet. "Honestly? I’m thinking…coffee. A ridiculous amount of it. And maybe pancakes. Or waffles. Or—" She paused, looking up at Quinn with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "—we could skip breakfast entirely and see where that takes us."

[gctawaygirl]

That smirk drove her mad. It was like an I told you so without saying the words and she hated it but she loved it at the same time. Why else would she be here? She let out a breath, something akin to relief, and stepped inside. She took only a few steps in so he could close the door, not really sure where she should go from there. Layla glanced back over her shoulder at him, "I'll be honest, I've had a few glasses already," she explained, "Not from this one but you may need to catch up," she teased.

Graham leaned against the doorframe, his brows raising slightly as he took in the sight of Layla—wine in hand, that familiar glint of hesitation masked by a casual smile. He didn’t say anything right away, just let the silence stretch for a beat, his gaze flicking from the bottle to her eyes, reading between the lines she wasn’t saying out loud. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the kind that was equal parts amused and intrigued. "Well." He finally drawled, stepping aside and gesturing her in with an easy tilt of his head. "When you put it like that, how could I say no? Of course you can." He gently says as he stepped aside.

[gctawaygirl]

Maddie smiled, closing the gap between them to kiss him heatedly. Her hands reached for his face, pulling him closer to put every feeling she couldn't word just yet. When she pulled away, she smiled, "I don't know what I did to deserve you," she admitted. He was so understanding and patient. Anyone else would have walked out on her by now, not letting her grow on her own and figure out how she wanted to do this. Zayne did all of that for her without her even asking, "I want to share every piece of me with you," she whispered and nodded, "Let's make it ours."

Zayne's smile softened as he watched Maddie, her words catching in the most endearing way. He reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as his eyes met hers. "Hey, there's no need to force anything." He said, his voice warm with reassurance. "But I get what you mean. You don't have to say it like that…but I get it." He took a step closer, leaning in slightly with a more serious look on his face. "You're important to me too, Maddie. And I wouldn't mind showing you off…not because I feel like I have to, but because I want to." He smiled, a playful glint in his eyes. "If it means you want to share a little piece of what we've got, I'm all in. Let's make it ours, not anyone else's expectation."

[gctawaygirl]

"Dramatic? No way," Beatrix replied sarcastically, making an exaggerated gesture of being mind-blown before she let out a melodious giggle, "You must be. I can tell she looks up to you, even when she's ranting about how annoying you are," she joked, "Well now you've put me on the spot," she pouted, "What would be the first thing someone who actually knows you say about you?" she asked, "As opposed to someone who presumes to know you," she added with a pointed look and a dazzling smile to match.

Ryder chuckled, his expression lightening. “Well, my sister has a flair for the dramatic, that’s for sure. I guess she leaves out the ‘rude’ part to keep her image intact.” He leaned in slightly, a playful smirk on his lips. “But hey, if she talks about me that much, I must be doing something right. I’d love to change her perspective—what do you want to know? I promise I’m not all sarcasm and snark.”