independent multi-muse SUPER selective written by ri (she/they) 21+. I’ll circle back to add more here - but for now, just wander around. Only writing with 21+. Strictly beta because i don’t even have a legacy option. Been round these parts FOREVER. Maybe you know me as xxdelirious or pxachscone.
moira couldn’t help but smile and tilt her head to the side when she feels vivian’s lips brush kisses along the curve of her neck. her skin felt like it was on fire and she hummed softly. when vivian guided her backwards on the bed, she inhaled sharply. she shifted so the other woman can push her dress up over her hips and she bit into her lower lip before she pulled the woman closer. she pushed her underwear from her hips and kicked them away. reaching for vivian’s hips, she pushes the woman’s shorts from her hips. leaning up she crashed their lips together and she giggled against her mouth. she slipped her hand into the other’s underwear and bit into her lip when she feels between her folds. “fuck, you’re as much of a mess as i am…” she smiled softly and nipped at her lower lip before she guided vivian’s hand between her thighs, showing her how she reacted to her.
vivian’s movements freeze as moiras expert fingers slip against her. she feels exposed - baffled by just how much the other made her feel. and just how quickly it always seemed to happen. a low whine pulled from her throat as her forehead drops against moira’s. as her fingers slide beneath her touch towards the same destination, her heart raced. there was so much more to this. she wanted to tell her - to scream that the reason it was so impossibly easy for her, was because she loved her. instead, her fingers slide between the brunette’s folds, and she sighs in a blissful sort of relief. she was just as done for as vivian was - and maybe, just maybe - the reasons why were the same. “tell me you want me. really - want me,” her dark eyes are darker now, locked on to moiras. if she could just have some sort of hint that she was more than a client. more than a job - than her heart could soothe itself for an instant. “please,” she whispers.
“Ah, you’d be too late. I scrubbed the internet of my early work. It’s mostly raunchy knock knock jokes,” Gus says obviously teasing. With a swiftness they’re outside the bar, still hand in hand, and Gus is trying to ward off the impending nerves like a sword fight. Each and every one of their brief interactions took place in the safety of that bar, Gus usually buzzing with adrenaline after a set. What if she no longer liked what she saw? A gamble Gus was willing to make in this moment, no matter the thumping in his chest. After a brief walk down the block they are met with a crossroads: pizza or ice cream? “How dangerous are we feeling? Is a dessert first kinda night?”
“raunchy knock knock jokes? wait,” the laughter is unfiltered as it streams from her lips, reaching out to grasp his arm with her other hand. “i’m just thinking about what that sounds like,” she admits, lips cocked into an unwavering grin. following his lead, she leans into him, letting the warmth of him - settle her. calm her. “oh - it’s always a dessert first kind of night,” she offers, always a sucker for sweets. gripping his hand tightly in her own, she kept hold of it - tethering her to this moment. this date. with him. bounding before the man awaiting her order, her finger dragged across the glass separating them. “one scoop of that…. and,” she pondered, pointing out the chocolate and then pausing. “oh! that,” she beams, tapping the glass in an effort to point out the coffee flavored dessert. without even realizing it, she had stepped right in front of gus, leaning back into him almost instinctively. like it was exactly what she was supposed to be doing.
seeing lacey made his stomach flutter, almost as it did when he first laid eyes on her so many years ago. marcus immediately knew that he was in trouble as those feelings bubbled up inside of him, but he did his best to push them away. life wasn’t like the movies, and surely she had to have a boyfriend or even a husband, right? it would be foolish of him to think that tonight could bring back those same feelings in the woman, as well. a hearty laugh left his lips as his arms wrapped around her smaller frame before slowly pulling away with a bright smile. “here i am. i wasn’t sure if you’d make it, but i was hoping to run into you.” he admitted with a soft exhale, the dimples on his cheeks forming as he gave her a once over. years had passed, and as expected, she still looked just as beautiful as the day he met her. “i know - i’m ancient now, huh?” he joked playfully. “you look amazing, though.” the compliment came easy for him as he soaked at the moment with her. “i’m doing well. i work a lot and then i come home to two teenagers who make my life pretty entertaining. what about you? why don’t we take a seat and properly catch up? i mean, if you are planning on staying a bit longer.”
the compliment rolls off of his tongue as if offering up a dull to all the aching she had spent so long with. it seems to ease her all at once, and while the fear from that seemed to remind her of its presence in the pit of her stomach. what she couldn’t ignore, was the sped up rhythm of her beating heart as it pleaded to be returned once more to it’s rightful owner. it had been so long, and she had grown so sure that letting go of the idea of anyone else creating such a stir in her - was the only option. he mentions a set of kids, and her stomach falls. surely the declaration of a wife was sure to follow. but it doesn’t. instead, her fingers lift to curl around his arm. “i’m staying longer if you are,” she offers, voice soft as if her life had simply just become a game of waiting. waiting for him. once they find a deserted table, she slips into a seat and flags down a caterer. “a martini. please,” she could not do this sober. her dark eyes scanned his face. there’s crows feet at the corners of his eyes, and his laugh lines were deeper. but, he was still striking. still just as impossibly breathtaking. “let’s see - just a lot of nothing, really,” she laughs, crossing her legs. “just working. you know how that goes,” her lips lift in a relieved grin. he calmed her. immediately. instinctively. “just opened a public relations agency. well - not just - i guess,” she laughs, thanking the waited that drops off her drink. carefully, her fingers wrap around the stem, lifting it to her lips. “your turn. tell me everything i’ve missed.”
“oh, i’m making promises i can keep. i’m keeping this promise. i would so marry you right now if it were possible…” she murmured and tilted her head to the side as he continued. his thumb brushed over her thigh and she chewed on her lower lip as he said he’d be there this time, when they planned on having another baby. he’d be there for everything. “i know it will, baby. i know it’ll be different. it’ll be better.” she smiled gently and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. when he brought up going to a couple of museums, her eyes widen and they brighten, “pleasepleasepleaseplease. there are so many,” she laughed and she wrinkled up her nose, “i do not have a list, but the louvre would be at the top of that list if it did exist.” she wiggled a little bit. “any museums we do go to, you have to bring your glasses so you can experience the art like i’m experiencing the art. it will probably be life changing,” she murmured and chewed on her lower lip.
he chuckles softly as his words seemingly registered for her. selfishness and fear had clouded him before - had forced him to make a slew of bad decisions - and if her was sure of any one thing now - it was that he simply would never put himself in that very same position. instead, colton found himself desperate to make her happy. to give her any little thing she wanted. “well, lets see-,” he hummed, freeing his phone from the confines of a small, denim pocket. with a few fluid swipes of his thumb, he buys them tickets and drops the device between them. “your wish is my command,” he muses, arm dropping along the top edge of the booth, head tossed in her direction. “you happy? like…. the happiest?” he checks, always doubting himself at least a little, regardless of how good he usually was at hiding that.
james didn’t get much sleep, especially when he had something on his mind, and well - vivian had been on his mind more than he could admit. knowing it was her birthday, he shot her a text wishing her a good one and ultimately telling her to come over whenever. the man just assumed that she’d have plenty of places to be that evening, but had to admit he was a bit surprised when she showed up at his doorstep. pulling himself off the couch in nothing but his underwear, james went to answer the door and smiled brightly when he saw the blonde. “well, hello there, birthday girl.” he responded as he opened the door wider to let her in. “i actually got you something the other day. i really hope ‘ya like it.”
not normally the eager type, vivian simply couldn’t help herself when it came to james. he drew her in with an absolute sort of ease that made her heart seize in her chest. so, it was no surprise that she had wandered in the direction of the older man - desperate for his attention. she had that - plenty of desire and adoration thrown in her direction. but, james excited her. made her want to be close. the alcohol settled in, her hooded lids brightening at the mention of a gift. gasping, she swung onto her toes, planting a kiss firmly against his lips. “a present?” anticipation thumped through her, teeth sinking into her lower lip. “showmeshowmeshowme,” she beamed.
as soon as she said the words, carter seemed happy to oblige. he didn’t question her or press her further about what had her mind so fucking twisted, and she could’ve thanked him a thousand times over for that. and if ingrid had any say in the matter, she was about to. if she didn’t have to talk, if she didn’t have to confide in him about her marital problems, this would all still remain a step away from being real. though it always resided close enough to threaten that reality daily. but from the moment his lips pressed against hers to the way he effortlessly slid her anticipated choice of lingerie off, ingrid allowed herself to get lost in him, nearly begging for the boy to make her forget the rest of the world existed right now with her simple pout. so she let her lips lock with his once more, deepening the earlier embrace as she silently pleaded, hopefully communicating with carter just how much she needed him right now.
there weren’t many things that could bring carter to his knees. but, ingrid had reached out her fingers and smoothed out all of the broken, fragmented edges of him with an ease. a gentle reminder that not everything was cold. not everyone looked over him. instead, ingrid looked right at him. saw him in ways that he wasn’t sure he’d let anyone have access to in quite a while. her lips beg - quietly sliding against his in a way that leaves him dizzy with need. with desire. lips curl up in a small smirk as his rough hands grip at her hips, forcing her against the edge of the counter. and just like that, he moved onto his knees. the cool, hard tile against his skin forgotten as his darkened gaze lifts to find hers. it’s his favorite thing - watching her as he makes his every move - silently encouraging him with every flicker of pleasure. offering her a wide, gleeful grin - he dips beneath the fabric of her dress. calloused fingertips skim the insides of her thighs, propping them open. it’s then, that he swallows a low groan. instead, he leans forward, a single swipe of his tongue between her folds gathers her arousal effortlessly. this time, he lets her know - a whine of approval muffled between her legs. and then - with very little warning, his tongue maneuvers upwards and circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves.
