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[awalkoflife-arc]

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[navybrat817]

You're a Firework

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You're all set to watch fireworks with the gang and Bucky can't keep his hands to himself. Word Count: Over 2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, semi-public sexy times, pet names, inner monologue, established relationship, humor, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I KNOW it's Steve's birthday, but my muse demanded Stud and Smartie. ❤️ I'm so sorry, lovelies. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“You know,” Natasha began as she handed you a drink. “You and Bucky could've had your wedding today. No one would have objected.”

“With Steve's birthday right around the corner? And take away from Sam’s amazing barbeque? No way,” you smiled, stepping out of the way as Clint walked by with sparklers in each hand. You refused to take attention away from either of them. “I’m glad we’re all hanging out though.”

Today was a good day. Not only was the weather as close to perfect as it could get, not too warm or too cold, it was a chance to get together and mingle since everyone had a few days off. Between the sunshine, food, and games, the gang had a lot of fun. You imagined your wedding reception would be fun, too.

Maybe the two of you could even have sparklers to celebrate, if only to entertain Clint.

“Bucky called you his wife earlier,” the redhead commented.

“He did?” You smiled, your heart swelling.

“He did. When you beat Sam at horseshoes, he looked right at Steve and said, ‘that’s my wife' with a huge smile on his face.”

Yeah, I am. Almost.

You nearly swooned, giving your fiancé a glance as he set his chair by the fire pit. “And that’s my husband.”

Natasha lightheartedly rolled her eyes and nudged you. “Better go and join him then. The fireworks are going to start soon,” she said, heading to her seat beside Clint. The town was shooting off fireworks in the nearby park, but you all decided it was better to hang back. The yard was a great spot to view them and no one had to worry about the crowd.

“Be right there,” you said, shivering as a light breeze rolled in. Sam had the fire going, but you hadn't realized how chilly it was now that it was dark. Grabbing your blanket from your bag nearby, you also realized as you walked over to the gang that there wasn't a place for you to sit. Bucky looked your way with a gentle smile and patted his thigh before you could ask if there was an extra chair available inside. You caught a glimpse of heat in his eyes as you made your way closer.

You loved that look.

“Is that my seat?” You asked.

“This could be your seat.” Bucky pointed at his face as you bit your lip. If everyone wasn’t around, you’d consider it. “But this one might be more comfortable to watch the fireworks,” he added, patting his massive thigh again.

His face. His thigh. Both were incredible places to sit.

“Yeah, comfortable. That’s the word,” you teased, shrieking as he dragged you onto his lap once you were within reach. You were lucky you didn't spill your drink. “Easy, tiger.”

He growled and nuzzled your neck once you situated yourself and placed your drink the cup holder. “This tiger will also keep you warm,” he promised.

“Aww. You two are just the cutest,” Sam said, swigging his beer with a chuckle when Bucky huffed.

“Yeah, we are. And in case you forgot, my girl kicked your ass earlier. Beauty, brains, and brawn,” he boasted. You didn’t have to look back to see the smug smile on his face. “Proud of you.”

I will not get giddy or aroused from that praise.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll get you next time,” Sam scoffed, looking over at you with a smile to let you know it was in good fun. He was a good guy, like Steve. You hoped they each found someone who made them feel the way Bucky made you feel.

“Or she’ll kick your ass again,” Bucky said without skipping a beat.

Oh, boys. So endearing. So competitive.

“Enough of that. Sam, I’m pretty sure I got lucky and I’d love a rematch. Stud, you just concentrate on keeping me warm,” you teased, draping the blanket over both of you. His embrace was always warm. “Surprised we don't have s’mores.”

“Those are for after the fireworks,” Steve said from the other side of you.

You smiled over at him before tilting your head back to gaze at Bucky. You weren't sure if the guys did it on purpose, but they each wore the same tight fitting T-shirt in patriotic colors. They all looked handsome, but your man looked look sex on legs. The love of your life would always turn your head.

“Not for us,” Bucky said, placing a kiss on your shoulder as his hand rested possessively on your hip. “We’re going to bed.”

You giggled and snuggled back against him when the rest of the gang protested. “But what if I want a s'more?”

“I’ll personally make you one and feed it to you in bed,” he half growled.

“You’re really not going to stay up with us?” Steve asked, a knowing look on his face.

“Oh, I’m sure something will get up,” Natasha deadpanned, making everyone laugh. She wasn't wrong.

“On your birthday, we’ll stay up as late as you want. Tonight, we’re watching the fireworks and going to bed,” Bucky grumbled, brushing a finger over your engagement ring. “Unless you really want to stay out here.”

You giggled again. Bucky had to share your attention with everyone all day and was still sharing it now. He was more than ready to have you all to himself. You understood the feeling.

“I’m fine with going inside after the fireworks. We’ll check on the cats and then go to bed,” you assured him.

With everyone drinking, you all decided it was better to crash in the same place instead of going home. Neither of you wanted to leave Alpine or Soot at your place though in case any neighbors decided to shoot fireworks off the roof, so you brought them over. They had a space set up under the guest bed with some white noise to help block out some of the sound. Anything to help put them at ease.

Bucky tilted your chin a bit more to place a soft kiss on your lips, the tension crackling like the fireworks had already started. “Thank you, Smartie.”

“You’re welcome, Stud.”

As if on cue, the show began.

You looked up at the sky in awe as the first firework rushed into the air. An explosion followed by a vivid display of light, they were like rainbows in the night brightening the darkness with color. They were beauty and wonder, a form of art that faded almost as quickly as it was created. Watching with loved ones made it all the more special.

You tilted your head and smiled when you caught Bucky staring back at you. “Why aren't you looking at the sky?”

“Why aren't you?” He teased, bumping his nose against yours. “Besides, I don't need to watch the sky when I have the most beautiful view right here.”

Your cheeks warmed. So did your heart. “You flatter me so,” you whispered, looking back at the sky again.

Bangs, crackles, and thunderous sounds continued to fill the air with the gorgeous display. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. You almost regretted not having your phone beside you so you could take some pictures.

Though you likely would’ve dropped it when you felt Bucky’s hand move from your hip to under your skirt.

“Stud?” You gasped, quickly looking around as his hand trailed up your thigh. No one was looking your way. They were too occupied with the fireworks.

“Just keep looking at the sky, Smartie,” he said against your ear, your legs opening more as his hand found its prize. “And I'll keep touching you.”

Oh, fuck.

You shivered in his grasp despite the blanket and his body providing more than enough heat. His touch was possessive yet tender and you could feel your body turn to jelly as he rubbed you through your panties. You tried to concentrate on the colors above you, the material damp from his expert touch. And you couldn't stop your heart from pounding in your ears, adding the explosive noises around you.

More fireworks went off, but you blocked out the “oohs” of your friends as he pushed the wet fabric aside. “Bucky,” you whimpered, biting your tongue when he traced a finger along your slick pussy.

“I’ve wanted to touch you all day,” he whispered against your neck, teasing your folds. Your hole clenched before the fingertip even touched it. “I can't believe you’re mine. Keep asking myself how I got so lucky.”

I’m the lucky one.

His finger breached you, making you gasp and grip his arm. His palm pressed against your clit and you couldn’t help but push your hips down, seeking out more friction. You wanted to take care of him, too. Maybe when the two of you went to bed…

Another finger slipped in, curling and thrusting quickly. If you were at home, he’d take more time in taking you apart. He wouldn't stop until you soaked the sheets and even then he might keep going. And he'd make sure you were a quivering mess, mewling and begging for mercy or reprieve.

“Have I told you today how much I love you, babydoll?” He asked, static pleasure coursing through your body as you climbed higher.

Orgasms were a lot like fireworks. Some tumbled slowly in the sky, like a slow fire that coursed through your veins. Others exploded, so large and powerful that you couldn’t keep the sounds of awe in. Then there were small bursts, the ones that got the job done and still felt good.

You wondered what kind of orgasm Bucky would give you tonight.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, colors dancing behind your eyes as you shut them.

You wanted to shout how much you loved Bucky Barnes. You wanted your love for him to burst through the sky like a shooting star. But you didn’t need to put on a show for him to know you were his. He knew you belonged to him.

But you’d still have to try and keep quiet as you clenched around his fingers.

“Please,” you whispered, ready to fall over the edge as his palm rubbed your clit again.

Your head turned and his mouth slanted against yours to swallow down your moan. “Open your eyes,” he whispered, his fingers curling once more as you listened to his command and watched the colors light up his blue eyes. “And come for me.”

Your walls pulsed as the finale began, your cry drowned out by the rapid booms. Your wetness coated his fingers, every nerve cell vibrating as brilliant hues illuminated the sky. The hues swirled in your dizzying head, too. You were flying. Sinking. Floating.

You were a firework.

“Beautiful,” Bucky whispered, guiding you back to him.

Your body stayed lax against his, wishing he didn't have to take his fingers out. “You’re beautiful,” you exhaled, watching him subtly bring his hand to his mouth to taste your release. “Menace,” you added.

This man. I really just let him finger bang me with everyone sitting around.

“Yeah, I am,” he smiled, placing another kiss on your lips as Steve and Sam got up. Natasha and Clint were already up, too, to get more drinks.

If anyone knew what happened, they didn't draw any attention to it.

“Those were even better than last year,” Sam said.

“They were. And now we can have s'mores,” the blonde smiled, stopping to look at his best friend. “I thought you two were going to bed.”

“In a minute,” Bucky said, shifting his hips under yours to let you feel how hard he was. Getting you off turned him on. “Think I need to relax a bit more.”

Yeah, so no one sees you walking around with a raging hard-on.

You wiggled your hips, smiling when your fiancé quietly groaned. “Yeah. Relax,” you sighed, feeling him squeeze your thigh in a warning.

Well, he wanted your attention before and now he had it.

And I’ll make him see fireworks before the night is over, too.

Stud and Smartie need to talk to my muse and make sure Steve has a good birthday. 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[wordsarelife]

—call it what you want

pairing: theo nott x fem!potter!reader

summary: in a school filled with people that have a watchful eye on them like they're celebrities, theo and y/n try to keep their relationship private

notes: this just came to me and i thought it would be cute! also theo calls reader belle as a nickname sometimes

-> let me know if you want to know more about their relationship, i think they're my favs now

"can you turn the page, please?" you were laying cheek down on the table in the library, your boyfriend next to you

he sighed before he did turn the page. "we could just stop studying if you're tired" theo suggested

"absolutely not!" you protested sitting up straight suddenly and nearly loosing your balance, theo catching you before you could fall off the chair.

"why are you so determined to study till you're sleeping?" theo asked, while he pushed you back into a comfortable position "i don't even think this is healthy"

"i just know what all of them think" you narrowed your eyes at two whispering two years across from you

"okay" theo said confused, following your line of sight "and what would that be?"

"oh look at y/n potter" you changed your voice to sound more like one of the whispering people in the school "she's doing worse in class than her brother since she got a boyfriend. proves that you can't be smart and pretty"

theo broke into laughter at that and was immediately shushed by madam pince. he quickly apologized before he shook his head at you. "no one is thinking that"

"really?" you asked sarcastically "because i just heard someone say exactly that on the way here"

theo sighed "so what's the plan, baby? you're gonna break up with me?"

you shook your head and rolled your eyes "obviously not"

"okay, then what?" before you could answer, the girls across from you started giggling and theo send them an irritated look, which seemed to be enough for them to leave you alone. they quickly gathered their books and left the library, but not without sending another look in your direction

you ignored what had just happened and buried your face back into the potions book. theo gently pushed the fallen down hair out of your face. "i just have to study until i'm sure that i'll be better than harry. i don't want to be the one whose grades suffer only because she had sex"

theo tried no to laugh, because he noticed that you were actually concerned about that. "i know that you're incredibly smart, belle" theo mused "you will be amazing without studying the entire night, and even if harry is a little better than you, it's just one class, isn't it?"

"i suppose"

"good" theo closed the book and slid it under his arm, standing up and holding his hand out for you to take "let's get you back to your common room"

you sighed, but nodded and took your boyfriends hand, who walked you directly to the gryffindor common room. "don't think about what they're saying anymore, okay?" theo said softly "only you and me know the truth and no one else has to know it"

"i know" you smiled "it just feels so weird that all they seem to do is talk about us"

"we knew that they would, sweetheart" theo reminded you "you're the chosen ones sister and i'm like your very own forbidden fruit"

"no, no, no" you giggled "you will not get away with calling yourself my forbidden fruit" you laughed again and theo smiled, happy that his plan to make you laugh succeeded

"fine" he nodded. he held the book out for you to take "that reminds me.." his hand wandered to his pocket, taking out a small box

"theo...." you said slowly

he detected what you thought immediately "i'm not going to propose" he deadpanned, before he held the box in your direction, taking the book once again so you could look into it.

"theo" you said, but happy this time. in the box was a beautiful gold necklace with the letter 't'

"i don't mean it in a possessive way" he explained "it's just.. eh i don't know.. i'm always next to you, okay? i'm always on your team" he paused, not being able to interpret your expression "you know what? it's stupid, you don't have to keep it" he outstretched his hand, ready to grab the box, but you pulled it away before he could reach it.

"are you daft?" you asked and theo gulped "i love it" his smile returned as quickly as it had vanished a few seconds before. "can you help me put it on?"

you turned around and theo quickly closed the chain around your neck, plastering a featherlight kiss on it, before he took your hair that you had been holding and gently pulled it down. you turned around to him and smiled "thank you" you kissed him and theo felt like his heart could burst.

"of course, belle" he smiled and waved you off, when you entered your common room. then he turned around and walked back to his own.

[freedomfireflies]

How Many?*

Summary: An extra for One for the Money*

The one where Mr. Styles has had a rough day, and fucking you hard and slow is his only remedy.

(Inspired by this softdom!harry prompt!!)

Word Count: 1.8k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Shit, honey. I know. I know, Peach. Stay still for me, yeah?”

You nod quickly, lip between your teeth as your nails scratch down Harry’s back. 

You’re still getting used to his size. Always needing an extra minute or two to catch your breath, which he dutifully gives you. 

Normally, he eggs you on. Mocks your inability to take him. How your tight, little hole is just too tiny for him to fit through. How he’d ruin you before he even got halfway in.

But today is different. Today, he kisses your cheeks, your nose, your lips. Helping the seconds go by as he whispers, “Doing so good, my love. Feel so fucking good for me.”

You try to relax your mind, your body, your muscles. Wanting to feel him as deep as he can go more than anything in the world. Almost wishing he’d just drive himself to the hilt and wreck you if that’s what it takes.

He nuzzles into your neck, breathing you in. His heart is racing against your own and you feel your stomach flip.

It’s rare he lets you see the bad days. It’s rare he has them at all. But instead of hiding them from you—instead of hiding from you—he’d come home and taken you into his arms. 

He held you, and kissed you, and touched you. Gently brushed at your clit before mindlessly stroking through your folds. It was clear what he needed.

You.

And he has you. For now. For always. His body and yours connecting as one until his hips are pressing down into you. His cock now sheathed completely inside your cunt as you exhale a deep, strained, and pleasured breath.

You grab onto his ass and help roll his hips. Whimpering as the sensation in your stomach begins to build again. Soft and slow.

“S’a good girl,” he murmurs, and it’s so very heavy. Yet filled with relief. As if you’re the antidote he needed. As if you’re his remedy.

“Sir,” you whisper, nipping at his earlobe as he grabs onto your leg and hooks it around his hip. You follow suit, tossing your other one around him as well until your ankles can cross near his spine. Aiding in his slow but pointed thrusts.

“I know,” he says again, swallowing a groan as he rocks into you. “Fucking missed this. Missed this pretty pussy today.”

You make another noise as he suddenly nudges his nose against yours. Calling your attention to him.

“Missed you,” he adds gently before kissing you until there’s no air in your lungs.

And you can’t deny the leap in your heart from the thought. The idea that he thinks about you even when you’re not around.

His fingers dance between your bodies until they find your clit. Again, he presses and rubs in cruel but beautiful ways. Making stars scatter behind your eyelids as you gasp and arch from the bed.

“How many times should I make you cum today, hm?” he asks, glancing down at your overused and sensitive nerves. “Already came for me once. Or was it twice?”

Your head buries into the mattress as you struggle against the overstimulation, feeling ruined beyond repair.

“Peach,” he warns, pinching you tight and forcing a gasp to rip from your throat. “I asked you a question.”

“…twice,” you just barely manage to pant, skin incredibly warm. “Made me cum twice, Sir.”

“And how many times should I make you cum now?” he asks again, kissing the side of your nose sweetly. “Three? Four?”

The feeling between your thighs is expanding. Exploding. Making your nails curl into his skin until you’re sure you’ve drawn blood.

“I’ve always been rather fond of the number five,” he muses before suddenly pressing his thumb into your clit and watching as yet another orgasm tears you apart from the inside out.

You know he wants to be proud of the way he’s teased you but feeling you cum around his cock is always his favorite part. And you can see that euphoric haze dance across his face as he sucks in a sharp breath and releases your clit so he can slide his thumb into your mouth.

You suck it with purpose. With appreciation. Whimpering from the taste and the warmth of his hand. Letting your tongue explore the digit before settling him between your lips contently.

He balances his weight on his forearm to keep you satisfied. Continuing his gentle thrusts as you come down from the rush. “You okay, honey?”

You hum quietly, head nodding as you keep his finger snug in your mouth.

He seems pleased. “Gonna give me another one?”

Posed like a question but you know you have little choice. He wants five orgasms from you, and he won’t stop until he either gets them or you safeword. 

So you motion your agreement once again and release his thumb. “Yes, Sir.”

He grins. “Good fucking girl.”

With that, he kisses you, and delivers another sharp thrust. 

He finds a familiar rhythm, uncurling your leg from his hip so he can press it into the bed. Needing a deeper angle before he’s slipping an arm beneath your back and lifting you altogether. 

You cry out his name, grateful the cameras aren’t rolling so you can use his real name. The one that melts from your tongue like butter on pancakes. Warm, and soft, and so deliciously sweet as you say it again just to hear it.

You feel a shiver roll down his spine at the sound. At the feel of you around his twitching cock. 

“Harry,” you breathe just to see his lashes flutter. “Harry, please…please.”

In any other moment, he’d chastise you for the use of his name during a scene. Cameras or not. But today he needs it. Today he craves it.

You feel his muscles quiver under the weight of your adoration for him. He’s too far gone in his idea of you to think straight, and the dominant man you’ve come to know dissipates into the lover you cum for.

He returns to your clit as tears return to your eyes. You’ve always been sensitive. Perhaps too sensitive, especially right now as he works on your fourth.

“Please…please,” you gasp, writhing beneath his hold until he has to use his weight to keep you still. Pressing your body into the mattress until you have no other choice but to take the continued pleasure. “Sir, please—”

“Does it ache, honey?” he coos gently, glancing down at the way your body reacts to his touch and overstimulation. The sensitive nub much more swollen than it was before. “Sting?”

You nod fervently, lip tugged between your teeth until the taste of metal fills your mouth. “Can’t…can’t…can’t—”

“You can,” he murmurs. Firm yet oddly comforting. “You can, Peach. Daddy needs you to cum again. S’gonna help him feel better. And you wanna help him, don’t you? Help him feel better?”

He knows how to play you. Knows how to encourage the response he wants, and your skin is on fire as you squirm beneath his hand. 

“Yes,” you pant before glancing up at him through tear-stained lashes. “Yes, Daddy. Want you to feel better.”

And you do. To the point that you’d endure hours of torture and overstimulation if it made him happy. 

So you allow him to pinch, and pull, and rub until you’re beginning to sob. And you don’t mind because you know he’s watching and monitoring each reaction. Making sure that he never gives you more than you can handle.

But then you feel that strange and somewhat rare blooming in your chest. The kind that makes your eyes roll back into your head as you grab onto his shoulders and gasp.

You don’t have time to warn him. Don’t even have time to understand what’s about to happen.

But he does.

He’s seen this look on your face before and this is exactly what he’d wanted. More than anything, and the smirk the spreads across his face when he feels the rush of liquid over his cock is incredibly smug. 

“There you go,” he coos, glancing down to watch the way you squirt for him. The way you soak his thighs, and hands, and stomach. The way you drench yourself and douse the bedding beneath in your arousal for him. “Just like that, honey, keep going. You’re okay.”

You’re whimpering so hard, your throat is sore. But he loves it. Indulges in each needy whine and groan as you melt under the weight of his strong frame.

You’re still sobbing, cheeks wet and warm. Hair matted to your forehead and skin sticky.

It’s the most beautiful look in the whole world, and he can’t help the rush of pride and appreciation he feels as he gazes down at you.

He slows his thrusts to allow you just a moment of reprieve, hand coming up to stroke down your face lovingly.

“Shh,” he whispers as you hiccup. Thumb tenderly brushing at your tears. “You’re okay, Peach. Did so good for me.”

You try to reply but your chest is heaving with more cries. “S’too much…too much, Sir—”

“I know,” he hums, cupping your jaw and dipping down to kiss the tip of your nose. “I know, baby. M’really pushing you, but you’re doing so well. Almost done, yeah? Just need you to cum for me one more time. Want you to cum with me.”

You begin to shake your head, the idea almost too much, and you catch the worry in his expression. 

“Do you need to stop?” he asks now with an air of seriousness. “What’s your color, my love?”

You pause to catch your breath, allowing yourself enough room to decide. “It’s…it’s green.”

“Green,” he repeats but he’s unconvinced. Brows furrowing as he studies you. “Are you sure?”

You sniffle a bit before nodding slowly. “Yes, Sir. It’s green. Just needed a second.”

“You can have all the seconds you want,” he tells you, pressing his lips to yours caringly. “If you need to call yellow or red—”

“I don’t,” you insist, suddenly overcome by the fear he might stop. And you know he will. “I don’t, Daddy, promise. Was just a lot.”

“I know,” he says again, beginning to smile. “Know squirting takes a lot out of you, hm?”

You nod again and nuzzle into his palm. “Yes. But I’m okay now. Really.”

He regards you carefully, searching for any signs of deceit. “I need you to be sure, Peach. You’ll hurt Daddy if you lie to him.”

“M’not,” you whimper, turning to kiss his hand as if to solidify your promise. “M’really not. Wanna feel you cum with me, Sir. Need it. Need it, Sir, please—”

Your begging has always had this innate ability to turn his brain to mush. And it seems that hasn’t changed as a certain expression passes over his face and his thrusts begin to pick up once again.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, sliding his hand down to your throat. Squeezing it gently, yet enough to make you feel secure. 

You sigh contently as you dance your hands down his spine, taking hold of his beautiful ass to help him along. 

He smirks.

“Then let’s get that number five.”

Next Part:

~ Yellow* (Extra)

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[spiderb00]

Painting love - Lara Raj

Lara Raj X Reader 

Synopsis - You and your girlfriend have a cute date where you two paint canvases. 

Genre – Fluff             Warnings – none  (Request)

Now playing - 1950, by King Princess 

"Are you close to ending?" Lara asked, her canvas still in hand, you could see that her brush smeared with blue paint.  

The day was beautiful, sunny, perfect to do anything. The wind was pleasant and the heat of Los Angeles was surprisingly good, warming your bodies, but not enough to make you very hot. Sitting on a towel, you and Lara painted small pictures, the perfect date.   

With Lara finally taking a break from her busy schedule, and you finally having a day off from your studio, you and your girlfriend have caught up to spend quality time together. As it was your turn to choose what you were going to do today, you decided on just a short walk, followed by a picnic with painting.   

You and Lara were artists, and even with your art coming from different areas, nothing stopped you two from falling in love with each other's talents. Lara constantly gave you singing lessons and production lessons, it was more like her dragging you home and making you listen to whatever she was producing at that moment. And you, whenever you could, encouraged the girl to paint, make sculptures and draw, trying to exercise her creativity in other areas.   

Lara loved each of your works, just as you loved each of hers. Before you started dating, you didn't pay much attention to human anatomy, your favorite things to paint would be landscapes, your favorite things to sculpt would be animals or some interestingly shaped object. But after meeting Lara, it was all about her. In your paintings, it started with a woman, in the distance, in the middle of the landscape, until time passed and all you could paint was Lara. In your sculptures, all you could do was the curves of Lara's body, which you knew as the back of your hand. And when it came to crafts, like bracelets and necklaces, everything you made, was like a gift for your girlfriend. 

Lara loved everything, and she wasn't much different from you. She began writing romantic songs, the melodies in her productions becoming increasingly sweet, light, and melancholic. It was as if the two of you had connected your arts and were walking in sync toward the same path.   

"Maybe, why? Are you finishing?" You asked, your eyes dividing attention between the painting and your girlfriend's beautiful face.   

"Actually, I'm done." Lara says, dropping the brush into one of the dirty containers you used to clean the brushes.   

"Alright, give me one more minute and I'll be done." You said, seeing your girlfriend's face try to peek at your painting.   

"No peeking, baby." You said, moving away slightly from Lara, hearing a giggle come from her lips.   

Your brush danced beautifully over the canvas, each of the details of Lara's face being represented perfectly in each stroke, you felt like you could explode with happiness and love. Having Lara as your muse was incredible, you felt that you could give her part of your love, represented in your art, and that made your heart beat faster in your chest.   

Lara, waiting for you to finish, seemed to analyze your every detail. How beautiful your hair looked when the wind hit slightly harder, how your button-down shirt seemed to fit perfectly on your body and how beautiful it looked by squeezing the muscles of your arms. Your furrowed brows let Lara know how dedicated and focused you were, and the girl swore she could look at you for the rest of her life.   

"Alright, are you ready?" You asked, dropping your brush, holding your painting with both hands. 

"Are you going to count to three?" Lara asked, looking at you with an accomplice look.   

“1, 2... 3!” You counted, coming up to three, making the two of you quickly turn the paintings to each other.  

Lara was surprised when she saw her face in the painting. But not as surprised as you when you saw yours.   

"Did you paint me?" You said, surprise evident in your voice.  

"You painted me too! Baby, this looks amazing." Lara said, you two exchanging paintings.   

As she watched your painting, you carefully held hers in your hands, looking at the painting lovingly, holding it so gently that it seemed as if you made the wrong move, it would dissolve. Lara's painting was a bit messy, but still very beautiful, you could see the effort that the Indian girl had put into her work. You were exactly as you were seconds ago, with the painting in your hand, furrowed brows and a beautiful landscape behind.   

"Lara, this is so beautiful." You said, looking at your girlfriend.  

"Well, I tried, it's not so bad." She replied, shrugging.  

"No, that's perfect. Thank you, baby." You said, moving close to your girlfriend, putting a hand on the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss.  

The love involved in every single thing you shared made everything around you look like a fairy tale. It was as if you lived alone in the world for a few hours, and you loved every second of it.   

"I love you, my little artist." You said, looking into Lara's eyes as she smiled happily at you.  

"I love you, my great artist." She said, making you laugh, the two of you exchanging passionate looks. 

they are SO cute, thanks to the anon who requested this! Sorry for take so long, but like I said, I always respond <3

[beautyyandthebeatt]

pls its so rare to see good loona wlw smut😭😭can i pretty please request anything w mean dom gp heejin?? i bet she'd be huge🫣

Forgive me for my absence and awful response time, I had to drop most things as I was experiencing the beginning - and later diagnosis of an incurable illness lmao 😭 Hope you like this, though ! (if you see this)

dom!heejin, dubcon, brief degradation, overstim (not in the fun way 😕)

Heejin and you had become housemates at the beginning of the year. Though it had felt like a millennium to you, she had - and continues to annoy you to no end. She was always loud, so incredibly loud; by the way she blared her music whenever she decided that her room had fallen too quiet; the way she shouted over her mic to her equally as loud friends while she played video games until late at night; the way she’ll bring any girl she was able to wrangle into bed that night back to your very un-soundproof apartment- wrecking the poor soul right against her paper-thin walls, forcing you out to stay with a friend. She was insufferable, you thought, no redeeming qualities besides that pretty face. Though, you’d never admit that part out loud.

Despite your very apparent sourness towards her, she had always had a sort of affinity towards you. Bent over the couch, her hands placed by your shoulders, craning her neck down to see what you were reading(despite having no real interest in books); offering her sweater to you if she had noticed you become cold; always wanting to sit with you and making attempts at conversation around the house. It was almost puppy-like, which you found odd in contrast to the sleaziness of her other behaviours. —

It was morning and you had awoken to soft drops of rain lapping at your window. The pittering followed you into the kitchen after you heard the girl Heejin had last night exit her room and leave out of the front door. You heard Heejin enter behind you. “That’s your latest girl gone, then?” you mutter your attention fixed on the coffee you were beginning to prepare. She presses herself up against your back “Yeah, she just left.. why? You jealous?” you could hear her smile. “Oh, please” you scoff, you see your eyes narrowing in the reflection of the glass kettle, as does she. Her arms snake around your waist. “I’m glad it finally dawned on you.” that smile comes to nest near your neck, you can see her clouded in the seething water of the kettle. You go to turn yourself and storm away from her only to find her unmoving, caging you between hip and arms. “You’ve got to lose that attitude, y/n.” her free hand grips your jaw, short nails searing marks into your cheeks. “Heejin-” her grip tightens, eliciting a whine from you. Shame burns across your cheeks, your face hot under her grasp. “Quiet.”

You wanted to push her away - you could’ve - but you didn’t. Despite your better judgement you stilled - wilfully laid limp for her. Her grip shifts to your hips, turning you back around and bending you over the counter, forcing your head down onto its surface, the coolness of the laminate blooming across your burning cheek. Being in such a position makes you unable to turn around to see her hitch your skirt, lazily throwing the garment over your waist before taking to your panties. Her index and middle fingers slip underneath the fabric and her thigh keeps your legs pried open. She pushes her fingers inside musing cruelly at the slick that coats her fingers, mocking you for how ‘pliable’ you’re being for her.

Your voice catches in your throat as you feel the blunt head of her cock force itself into the place her fingers had just left. Your fists clench, crescent moons burn into the palms of your hands, trying desperately in some way to ease the pain from being split open by her. Feeling the tip of her cock finally fit inside she wastes no time ramming the rest of her length into you, paying no mind to the pained whines and moans that quickly follow. Cruel remarks soon devolve into pleasured sighs that slip from fully parted lips. It’s not as though you could understand another word of what she spat at you, you can't make sense of words anymore, too lost in the ragged drag of her cock. Heejin’s thrusts become more desperate, her grip tightens and roams to get a better hold of you. Her fingers pass through your lips - ring and middle forced down your throat, craning your head back to an almost 90 degree angle, making the tendons of your neck burn. More tears stain your already drool slick face. You sputter around her, drooling pathetically between choked moans as you feel her teeth graze your nape, “hm ? You like that ?” Heat twists in your core.  “Fucking whore.” Her hips stutter, rutting her growingly sensitive cock up against your cervix. You feel her tense inside of you, panting and groaning as she unloads every drop of frustration she held towards you deep into your cunt, pleased at finally, in her mind, winning you over. You quickly follow suit, dragged to climax, almost too numb to even tell.

You couldn't recall much of what happened after besides hearing her fixing her jeans back up around her waist before leaving you there, clinging to the counter-top, knees buckled, her cum spilling from your ruined cunt.

[holllandtrash]

muse | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

after stepping back from music following a bad break up and a label drop, y/n returns and is on the search for a new muse, you just never thought you'd find it in italy sabrina carpenter faceclaim - a lot of reading with this one im so sorry

there is a spotify playlist to go along with this au if you're wanting to listen to the songs used/mentioned throughout, listen here (i suggest it bc the lyrics of some songs are important hehe)

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yourusername thanks for letting me take some time away♡ new things are coming, stay tuned

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sofiacarson we missed u

dovecameron welcome back b❤️❤️

ynismygf SHES BLONDE AND WE'RE GETTING NEW MUSIC? im screaming

happy4u if we get a break up album im gna use it as an excuse to break up w my boyfriend

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zendaya ��🔥🔥🔥

ynfanclub girl drop the album

yourusername girl its been 2 weeks i dont have an album

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yourusername when in italy...drop a new song for the first time in 8 months

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dovecameron okay girly pop off

ynfanclub I THOUGHT WE WEREN'T GETTING A BREAK UP ALBUM

yourusername ITS JUST ONE SONG ynfanclub IM SCREAMING

ynismommy italy is good for her, i support this

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yourusername these last few days have been incredible, thank you italy for being so welcoming and thank you scuderia ferrari for allowing me to sing a few old songs on stage to celebrate your old company

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scuderiaferrari anytime 🫡🫡

charles_leclerc see you in the paddock?

yourusername what is a paddock formulayn charles is flirting with her and she has no idea

dovecameron shes baaaack👀👀 we except an album soon

yourusername hehe

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yourusername new music may come sooner than we thought

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goldenyn SHE FOUND A MUSE SHES BACK TO WRITING

formulayn i bet you ANYTHING its charles, y/n probably took one look at him and was like yep i could write 10 songs about you no problem

yourbestfriend the flowers...👀 girl call me

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paddockupdates Y/N L/N sporting an all red attire at Circuit of the Americas!! Guess that week in Italy really did turn her into a Ferrari Fan

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yourusername i love sports

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charr16 love to see her at the races but also..bestie...we need more music

formulayn Y/N is at a race i repeat, y/n iS AT THE RACE

charles_leclerc 📍circuit of the americas

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charles_leclerc P1 and Fastest Lap 👊🏁 What an incredible race❤️

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scuderiaferrari ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yourusername gooooo charles !!

formulayn girl just say you love him its okay we all do

teamcharles maybe y/n is the teams good luck charm, she should go to more races

yourusername i agree

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yourusername woman of the hour ep...drops friday

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formulayn im really reading into the whole red theme a bit too much

leclerrspaddock same

dovecameron i've been waiting for this one

charles_leclerc can't wait

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yourusername happy woman of the hour release day ♡ thank you to the fans who have been so patient and supportive throughout my entire break (and my return to the studio) thank you to my friends for deleting numbers and blocking the pages i couldn't bring myself to and thank you to my muse❤️ i can't wait to write more songs about you in the future

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charles_leclerc this is my favourite album

sofiacarson ❤️❤️❤️❤️

formulayn IS THAT CHARLES IN THE LAST PIC i can't breath

scuderiaferrari already added to our garage playlist🫡

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charles_leclerc woman of the hour

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yourusername thank you for being my muse❤️

charles_leclerc anytime

pierregasly does this mean we get tickets to her concert

yourusername only if charles wins the wdc

formulayn so they met that first week in italy and fell in love and have just been secretly dating this whole time...cool cool cool cool cool🥹

goldenyn im glad she put her energy into charles instead of a break up album🥺🥺 y/n deserves to be happy

scuderiaferrari mom and dad

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masterlist here

[libraryofgage]

PJO Steddie Two

One

So, this part was kinda supposed to be attached to part one, but I got tired and the part was getting too long so here we are lmao

Anyway, we get a few parents revealed here, but most are still a mystery

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;P

---

Eddie is on the other side of the park and wondering if he has enough time to see that fake Parthenon when he hears the unmistakable sound of a harpy's shriek. Those things have nearly eaten him enough times at camp for their bird screams to be seared into his memory. And if he's hearing the overgrown chicken, that means it's found those demigod kids before he could.

Fuck.

He whirls around just in time to see the harpy shoot above the trees, wings flared and feathers bristling, before dive-bombing whichever unlucky kid it's decided to eat first.

"Motherfucking shit bitch," Eddie mutters, taking off across the grass to where the harpy dived.

On the bright side, he managed to find the kids pretty quick; he'd only been in Athens for a few hours. On the fucked up side, he might only be able to sneak one or two kids away from the monster. Which, like, he'd love to save more of them, but he's not exactly the best fighter. He's the best runner and hider. This is why he's sent on these missions: the camp has learned that stealth and hiding usually bring more kids into safety than straight-up attacking monsters.

Eddie skirts around a tree, just barely missing the branch that threatens to whack his head off. He can hear music (something light and jumpy, soft and clear) and kids shouting in what he assumes to be fear. Just based on the sound, he's not going to be able to sneak those kids away. They're probably right in front of the harpy.

He'll have to be a distraction so they can run. "I'm gonna fucking die today," Eddie says, resigned and annoyed all at once. He reaches up and tears off the guitar pic and chain around his neck, the small triangle bursting outwards into a shield with straps that wrap around his arm.

It's ready to withstand some harpy claws by the time Eddie gracefully trips over a tree root and reflexively tucks and rolls over his shoulder. He pops up from the ground, eyes trained to the harpy, and freezes as three very important things become incredibly obvious.

One: the kids are not, in fact, shouting in fear. They're shouting with excitement, cheering at the fight happening before them. Eddie watches as a boy wearing a baseball cap punches the air and shouts, "Get 'em, Steve! Fuck the bird up!" His words are quickly followed by two girls jokingly shouting, "Language!" in return before laughing.

Two: the song playing is coming from a Bluetooth speaker on the blankets. It's a pop song. At least, it sounds like one. It's definitely old, though, and he only knows the name (Dancing in the Moonlight, by Toploader) because one of the muses' kids sang it once at a campfire night when Eddie first arrived at the camp.

Three: the most gorgeous boy Eddie has ever seen is currently beating the ever-loving shit out of the harpy with a nail bat. His mouth is pulled back into a vicious grin, his hair is somehow unaffected by the violent swings, and Eddie can somehow tell he's dragging this fight out with the harpy to blow off some steam.

"Oh! Steve!" one of the kids shouts, a girl with a beanie covering her hair. Her hat seems to be shifting just slightly, but Eddie thinks it might be a trick of the light. "Hit her to the music, like one of those movie fight scenes."

Then Eddie hears the boy, Steve, laugh. The sound is bright and clear and pierces right through Eddie's chest. "Sure thing, kiddo," Steve says, sliding back a step and twirling the bat in his hand. He tilts his head, listening to the song and catching the drums and keyboard, and then jumps right back onto the harpy.

And he does it. He starts swinging and landing hits on the harpy in time with the drums. Steve roundhouse kicks the harpy in the chest right as a guitar solo starts, his foot making contact with the first strum. Feathers are bursting in the air around Steve, brushing by him and creating brief, tiny dappled shadows over his face. The way he fights is like a dance, especially when he has music to follow and an audience to entertain.

Here's the thing: Eddie has never been one to keep his imagination in check. Why would he? Some of his best songs have been inspired by daydreams. So, when he sees the most gorgeous boy in the world beating a harpy's ass with a violent yet graceful dance, Eddie really can't be blamed for daydreaming.

The bright sun is replaced by a full moon, the park has become the shore by the lake at camp, and the audience of kids has disappeared completely. It's just him and Steve at the lake, smiling at each other and dancing, trading off lead between them. Eddie spins Steve and Steve dips Eddie. Somewhere, Dancing in the Moonlight is playing softly, nearly drowned out by their quiet laughter and whispered jokes and the waves of the lake brushing against the shore.

Oh. Oh.

That stupid prophecy. It was talking about this. The oracle predicted this moment and, apparently, considered it important enough to actually tell Eddie about it months ago. And he's spent this entire time trying to fight that obscure prophecy, trying to turn it into something bitter and filled with rage when it's just...just Steve. And Eddie doesn't know Steve yet, sure, but not even the gods could stop him from giving it a shot.

"YES!"

Eddie blinks, dragged harshly from his daydream by the kids shouting with joy as Steve brings the bat down on the harpy's head. The monster bursts into that familiar puff of smoke and mist and dust, and the kids cheer even louder.

Steve grins and stands up straight, rolling his shoulders and cockily resting the bat on his shoulder. He starts to turn toward the kids only to stop when he's facing Eddie, their eyes meeting and catching right as the song finishes playing.

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The rush of joy and adrenaline at beating the harpy is still surging through Steve when he sees the guy his age standing a few feet away, staring at them with wide eyes. For a brief moment, Steve thinks he's a human who just happens to be able to see monsters, too. They've run into a person like that before. Then he notices the shield on the guy's arm and realizes he must be like them to some degree.

Steve blinks, his shoulders tensing slightly as he studies the other boy. Hair that definitely needs a more specialized shampoo, big brown eyes, and a whole grunge kinda vibe that Steve finds inexplicably attractive. He could spend another hour staring at the guy, but then one of the kids leaps onto his back, laughing right in his ear and nearly making him go deaf.

"That was so awesome!" Dustin shouts, wrapping his legs around Steve's waist as the other kids rush to surround him.

El grabs his free hand, smiling up at him. "Thank you for dance fighting," she says, her words almost drowned out by the other kids shouting their favorite parts and Max insisting she could have helped with the fight.

Steve grins a little wider, feeling his adrenaline drain as the relief of keeping his kids safe takes its place. "She shouldn't have interrupted our day off," he says, stubbornly keeping his eyes on the kids instead of the guy still staring at them. "C'mon, we need to keep moving."

"Where are you going?"

The guy's voice is a little rough, and Steve thinks he'd be able to pick it out from any crowd after hearing it just once. He looks over at the guy, frowning slightly. "I don't think it's your business," he says, trying to ignore the part of him that feels bad.

Thankfully, the guy doesn't seem to care. He just shrugs and takes a few steps closer. "Oh, I don't know, big boy. I think your gaggle of demigods is definitely my business," he says.

"Is that a threat?" Steve asks, really hoping it isn't. It would be a shame to punch the guy's face.

The boy blinks, pausing like he's reconsidering how his words sounded. "Shit, yeah, that did sound bad," he says, frowning and tugging on a lock of hair. He pulls it in front of his mouth, a few more seconds passing before he says, "I'm gonna start again."

The guy clears his throat and the retracts his shield. It shrinks down into a guitar pic on a chain that he latches around his neck. "Okay," he says, "Eddie Munson, son of Hermes, future rockstar, and your guide to Camp Half-Blood."

"Future rockstar?" Max asks, her voice low and sardonic.

"Hermes has kids?" Mike asks.

"I've never heard of Camp Half-Blood," Steve says, pushing forward and herding the kids to stand behind him. He stores Eddie's name for later, forcing himself to focus on the whole Potential Threat to His Kids thing.

Eddie nods like this is something he's expected. "That's fine. Lucky for you, pretty boy, I'm here to explain it all."

"Pretty boy," Steve mumbles, doing his absolute best to not think about his face heating up.

From behind him, he hears Lucas groan, "Aww, man, they're gonna be gross."

Thankfully, Eddie doesn't pay them any mind. "Camp Half-Blood is a safe haven for demigods like us. It's got a barrier around it that keeps monsters out, and we make sure everyone is trained to fight monsters and survive as adults," he explains, grinning at Steve.

"Wait, how many more of us are there?" Will asks, poking his head around Steve to look at Eddie with wide eyes.

"Oh, hundreds. The gods aren't exactly known for keeping it in their pants."

"So, we'll be safe at this camp?" Steve asks slowly.

"Safe as can be, big boy."

"Is it demigods only?" Steve asks.

Eddie nods once, flashing a grin. "Of course. We've got one Olympian who helps run the camp as, like, a punishment thing. He doesn't do much, actually. But we've also got some nymphs and Chiron. Uh, there are a few monsters in the forest, but they aren't too dangerous. They're mostly for training. The main thing is that big dangerous monsters can't get to us, and the Mist keeps humans from stumbling on the camp, too."

Honestly? It sounds way too good to be true. Steve has spent years running across this country and back, collecting the kids along the way and struggling to keep them alive. How is he only now learning about some camp that's built just for kids like them?

"The Mist?" Dustin asks, pushing around Steve. He'd be halfway to Eddie if Steve didn't grab his shirt and drag him back. "What's the Mist?"

"It's, like, this camouflage thing that keeps humans from noticing monsters and our powers," Eddie explains, vaguely sweeping his hand in the direction of a few other park-goers. "It's why nobody started screaming when you beat that harpy."

"Oh, that's what it's called," Dustin says, his grin saying he's about to grill Eddie for all his knowledge if Steve doesn't stop him.

Eddie nods and looks over the kids before settling his gaze on Steve again. "You and the kids will be safe there," he says.

"I wouldn't mind settling down," Will says, tugging on Steve's sleeve and looking up at him hopefully.

The other kids nod in agreement, and El squeezes Steve's hand. "It sounds like it'll be safe for me, too," she whispers.

Gods, is it tempting. No more running around, a place they can actually settle down and call home. He could get a full night of sleep for once instead of waking up every other hour to check their surroundings. He wouldn't need to worry about food or clothes or what to do if the kids get sick.

Steve frowns slightly, thinking for a moment before looking back at Eddie. "What happens when we get there?" he asks.

"You'll be given the grand tour by yours truly," Eddie says, playfully bowing to Steve and the kids. "Then, you'll get sorted into cabins and start training."

"How will we be sorted?" Lucas asks. He sounds genuinely curious, so Steve swallows back his retort that they certainly won't be separated if he has anything to say about it.

"By your godly parent. So, pretty boy here will probably go into the Aphrodite cabin," Eddie says, winking playfully at Steve.

"Aphrodite isn't his mother," El says, pushing closer to Steve as the other kids agree.

Eddie blinks. "Uh, who is?"

Steve hesitates, studying Eddie for a few seconds before looking at the kids. This isn't something he should reveal without a general consensus from them. What he gets is a few shrugs, an exasperated sigh from Lucas, and some nods. "My dad is Zeus," Steve says, looking back at Eddie.

"Dude," Eddie breathes, his eyes wide as though his entire world has been shaken, "How the fuck are you alive?"

And Steve can't help it. He laughs, shrugging off the nerves he'd felt earlier because he just can't bring himself to mistrust Eddie. "It's a bit of a long story," he says, "but I could tell it to you on the way to Camp Half-Blood."

The way Eddie lights up is enough to slightly calm the ever-present anxiety that hums through Steve's veins. Maybe this won't be a disaster.

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[calliesmemes]

POPULAR TROPES AND CLICHÉ QUOTES

Assorted ASKBOX PROMPTS reminiscent of beloved TROPES seen in literature, on screen, and on stage.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed

SPECIFY muse for multimuses

❛ So you’re the girl that I’ve heard so much about. ❜

❛ I’ve heard so much about you. ❜

❛ I could corrupt you. It would be easy. ❜

❛ Not every puzzle is yours to solve. ❜

❛ The truth is stranger than my worst dreams. ❜

❛ You will become everything you hate. ❜

❛ Wait. Did you hear something? ❜

❛ I have a feeling this has something to do with you. ❜

❛ This isn’t a dream, then. ❜

❛ All will be well. I am sure of it. ❜

❛ We’re in this together. ❜

❛ You were born to make history. ❜

❛ We make a really good team. ❜

❛ What I did, I did for us. ❜

❛ You’re not safe here. ❜

❛ I’m the happiest I’ve ever been because of you. ❜

❛ You’re my fate. Always my fate. ❜

❛ There’s a storm coming. ❜

❛ We’re not so different, you and I. ❜

❛ Hello? Is anybody here? ❜

❛ You don’t even know my real name. ❜

❛ To the ends of the earth, would you follow me? ❜

❛ Who are you, little girl? ❜

❛ I like you more than I planned. ❜

❛ I wish I could protect you from everything. ❜

❛ I shouldn’t be jealous; you aren’t even mine. ❜

❛ You won’t leave me, will you? ❜

❛ You know you should not have survived that, right? ❜

❛ Whatever you do, you’ll always be my brother. ❜

❛ The light … it’s calling to you. Just let it in. ❜

❛ If it means something to you, fight for it. ❜

❛ Can you remember who you were before? ❜

❛ The reports of my death were greatly exaggerated. ❜

❛ Never again will I let someone in. ❜

❛ I see something in you that I can’t explain. ❜

❛ There are traditions and expectations that you must uphold. ❜

❛ I won’t risk our enemies getting their hands on you. ❜

❛ A knife? Are you flirting with me? ❜

❛ Let me be your protector. ❜

❛ I am more than just a copy of you. ❜

❛ Everything’s about to change. ❜

❛ I don’t want to hurt you. ❜

❛ You have no idea who I am, do you? ❜

❛ You’ll never get away with this! ❜

❛ I’m not who I was before. ❜

❛ We’re gonna be legends someday. ❜

❛ Straighten up, little soldier. ❜

❛ You and I are going to change the world. ❜

❛ I did this all for you. ❜

❛ If you wish to see strange things, then I have the power to show them to you. ❜

❛ What’s it like to be a prophet? ❜

❛ You are not your father. ❜

❛ Are you flirting, or starting a fight? ❜

❛ I’m not the person that my parents wanted me to be. ❜

❛ I need to be touched. ❜

❛ This is where you belong. ❜

❛ I want a life full of incredible adventures. ❜

❛ Let’s cause a little trouble. ❜

❛ Relax; it’s just magic. ❜

❛ I want to go home. ❜

❛ My heart belongs to you. ❜

❛ We are connected in a way that I can’t explain. ❜

❛ I am just as strange as you. ❜

❛ Feel like making a deal with the devil? ❜

❛ You were dead. Yet here you are. ❜

❛ I have loved you since we were children. ❜

❛ I will always find you. I promise. ❜

❛ I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind. ❜

❛ It’s you. It’s always been you. ❜

❛ You should be terrified of me. ❜

❛ I always get what I want. ❜

❛ Why are you the way you are? ❜

❛ You and I are so alike. ❜

❛ I could tear you apart if I wanted. ❜

❛ We make a really good team. ❜

❛ I will always be proud of you, my love. ❜

❛ Aren’t you a deadly little thing? ❜

❛ You were born to lead. ❜

❛ I have existed a long, long time. ❜

❛ Give me one good reason why I should wear this dress. ❜

❛ None of your scars can make me love you less. ❜

❛ Your friendship means the world to me. ❜

❛ Without you, I don’t exist. ❜

❛ For you, I’d leave it all behind. ❜

❛ You say witch like it’s a bad thing. ❜

❛ Maybe we can fix each other. ❜

❛ I’m afraid of what I’ve become. ❜

❛ Get the hell out of my head. ❜

❛ Do not tell me what I can and cannot do. ❜

❛ I do not need to be saved. ❜

❛ I want answers, goddamnit! ❜

❛ I don’t need a name. ❜

❛ Your existence gives me a headache. ❜

❛ Is there anything I can do for you? ❜

❛ This isn’t going to be like last time. ❜

❛ You took everything from me. ❜

❛ I just want to live my own life. ❜

❛ I have nowhere else to go. ❜

❛ You’re my best friend. I can’t lose you. ❜

❛ The most dangerous thing is to love. ❜

❛ I’m doing this for my family. ❜

❛ You have information that we need. Valuable information. ❜

❛ I lost everyone; I can’t lose you too! ❜

❛ You cannot destroy me. ❜

❛ It is my duty to protect you. ❜

❛ It’s only illegal if we get caught. ❜

❛ I have a weakness for you. ❜

❛ I will follow you into the dark. ❜

❛ Maybe I’m not the person everyone thinks I am. ❜

❛ Pretty armour doesn’t make a warrior. ❜

❛ We could get arrested for this. ❜

❛ You’re too good for this world. ❜

❛ I’ve been waiting a long time for you. ❜

❛ You must be mad, coming here like this. ❜

❛ We’re two halves of a whole idiot. ❜

❛ We were never welcome here. ❜

❛ Where you go, I go. ❜

❛ My brother never came back. ❜

❛ Be on your guard. ❜

❛ The light will always win over darkness. ❜

❛ Blaming is often easier than understanding. ❜

❛ I think that you will change the world some day. ❜

❛ Look at what you’ve done. ❜

❛ Your mind is playing tricks on you. ❜

❛ How can someone so evil be so kind? ❜

❛ You were nothing before you met me. ❜

[livinginshambles]

Preview: But what about me? | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Established relationship - James is whipped for you, and so it doesn't seem to occur to him that spending that much time with a new girl would be uncool. You try your best to be unbothered, but when he forgets about your birthday, which aligns with your two year anniversary, and plans to take that other girl out, you decide to finally take action. He's stupid, but he's yours.

Notes: I didnt like where this was going so the full fic is taking a different course.

Masterlist

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Every five years, the Triwizard Tournament is held, and you were utterly thrilled at the prospect of getting to experience it twice, after having experienced it during your first year at Hogwarts. You were already looking forward to it and chatted away on the Hogwarts Express.

Remus wasn’t really listening while you gushed about meeting the people from different schools. He was rather busy going through the material of DADA. You wished you had his determination and self-discipline.

Sirius was scribbling away on a piece of paper, and you would almost think that he was following Remus’ example of being a model student, if you hadn’t already seen that he was meticulously planning out a few pranks.

Well, it didn’t really matter who listened to you anyway, because you were just so excited that you rambled on to get it out of your system and didn’t require much beside the occasional hum or nod.

This was exactly what James was doing right now. He was way too caught up in admiring the glitters that you had sprayed on your hair this morning and was unconsciously drawing circular patterns on your hip with the arm that was slung around you.

“Do you think we’ll have a Yule ball this year?” You continued. “Well, they only hold the Yule ball every 4 years, but it’s been a while since the Triwizard Tournament and the Yule ball lined up together, isn’t it?” You looked up at James whose attention had moved to focus on your face and were met with a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. You smiled in the kiss when James’ lips travelled to meet yours properly.

“Really Prongs?” Sirius snorted. “You’re really doing it in front of all of us?”

James pointedly ignored him and instead tried to pull you a little bit closer. Not that that was possible because you were already joined to the hip and leaning into him.

“Oh, now you’re just doing it on purpose,” Sirius complained, and you would imagine the grimace on his face if you weren’t too preoccupied with James, who was leaving small pecks against your lips.

“Don’t like what you see, look away,” James murmured against you, but loud enough for Sirius to hear.

“Sod off Potter, I would look away from you getting all chummy with our Y/N, but you’re kind of right in my sight,” Sirius huffed dramatically, and he slumped against Remus. You softly pushed James away and offered Sirius a sheepish look.

“Sorry,” you grinned unapologetically.

Sirius waved you off. “Yeah, yeah, how would you feel if I start snogging with someone, right in front of you,” he sarcastically retorted. Remus gave him an unimpressed look.

“Well, what if it was our mutually best friend?” Sirius tried to correct himself. Remus shook his head amusedly. “Go sleep, Padfoot,” he sighed.

You sniffed and nudged James. “You have any tissues?”

“Why did you forget to bring any?” He clicked his tongue. “I vaguely remember to tell you not to forget them when you’re in the middle of a cold?” He teased. You stuck your tongue out. “I’m only sick because of your kisses in the first place.”

“And I’m making up for it by giving you this incredibly soft and sweet scented tissue,” James winked. You snorted and accepted the tissue, snatching it away.

“Ah. What a great boyfriend I am,” James mused out loud to himself. “Lucky for you that I don’t forget things when it comes to you,” he flirted, and you playfully kicked his foot.

Full fic

[thekrakenlolz]

Start up Fic - Ellie Williams x Reader

part 2

Summary: You switch dorms at your boarding school after you and your girlfriend go through a messy break up and you no longer can handle being roommates with her. Only your new one is a different kind of problem

a/n: I wrote the first chapter only to realize I have no idea what comes next. So here's my plan: if y'all like the set up, you can give me suggestions for what you want to happen next. I basically just laid down the base. So you can read it if you want and see if you have any ideas. But just as a warning, I'm not gonna write smut without a plot, I'm not about that life. I have a vague idea of what I can put next but it's very cliche and overdone sooooo yeah, thanx in advance<3

Also, English is my third language so expect bad grammar

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Your eyes wandered over the walls as you walked along them. The paint was starting to flake off, revealing the concrete underneath. Your school was old. Like old, old. Like Victorian ages old. Something most of your friends scoffed over, but you personally liked. You thought it gave it character. Of course a little bit of a touch up wouldn't hurt, but bathroom doors that are actually still attached to the stall hinges were overrated anyways.

You were following Miss Jenkins, your housemother, hunched over as you were balancing three of your bags on your back. Uncomfortable, yes, but you were trying to minimize the amount of trips you had to make to move all your shit over to your new dorm. Anything to avoid seeing Samira more than absolutely fucking necessary.

"Here we are" Miss Jenkins sighed, stopping in front of one of the gray doors. It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. You were still pissed that you had to put in 4 requests over the duration of 2 months before they finally assigned you a new room, but now she was acting like she was doing you a huge favor. Like taking 15 minutes out of her day was so much to ask for. But you kept it down, thanking her again before opening the door and stepping in.

The lengthy process of actually getting a new room gave you plenty of time to stress over who your new roommate would be. This girl, however, didn't even come to mind. You weren't even sure what her name was, your social circle and her's didn't interact much. E-something? Or was it L?

Mystery girl was sitting at her desk, headphones in, and carefully shading out something in her notebook. You noticed she had tucked her left leg under her, a bad habit you also possessed. She didn't register your presence, her eyes still fixed on the paper. You threw your bags next to your bed, which finally caught her attention. "Oh fuck" she jumped up from the desk and hurried over to your bed, picking up the stuff she dumped on it. "Hello to you too" you mused.

Sweatshirts, textbooks and pencils started flying over onto her bed. "I'm sorry, I thought I had until Sunday to get my shit off your side" She explained, tossing a hairbrush across the small room. You watched it hit the wall and fall down onto her Zelda themed sheets. Cute, you noted. "No worries, take your time, I still have stuff to move over"

So you were back in the hallway, slowly but surely making your way back to your old dorm and with that, to Samira. Now that you were by yourself, you took the time to think about your new roommate. You still didn't know her name but one thing was for certain: she was incredible looking.

Her thick straight auburn hair cut off above the shoulders and her cheeks were densely dotted with freckles. She was very toned, especially in the arms. She was probably in the lacrosse team.

You did notice she was more on the masculine side, so might maybe even be gay. You full stopped, forcing yourself to remember, that's exactly the type of shit that got you in your current situation in the first place. No fucking your roommate, dude, we talked about this.

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You took a moment to collect yourself before entering your old room. You drew a breath in, scanning the ugly grey door that separated you and her. 12B the lettering read, touched up with some sharpie. You reached for the knob.

She was sitting at her desk, scrolling on her phone and demonstratively ignoring your presence. You bit down on the inside of your cheek. This wasn't what you expected. Somehow you preferred another stupid fight over this new silence.

You stacked two backpacks on one arm and three bags on the other. The weight made your walk out rather inelegant. You stopped in the doorway. "Goodbye Sami."

You could practically feel her hesitate.

"Bye."

[whyanne4]

Daylight

Part: 3/?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Social Media au

Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver

Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others

Note: I can’t comment on any posts (I’ve written to tumblr for help) so If you comment on my post and I don’t respond that’s why :)

Tag-list: @mindflay3r

Masterlist

2019

yourusername:

liked by charles_leclerc, beyonce and 9 024 358 others

yourusername:

The day is here! Stream Lover on all platforms today. This album is my heart and soul poured into melodies, capturing the love I share with my forever love and muse, Charles.

Every song is a journey through our story, the lyrics describe how utterly and irrevocably in love I am with this man. He came into my life during some of my darkest times like the sun peeking through the clouds on a rainy day. Charles, I once believed love would be burning red like a fire, intense and short lived but you've shown me that it's golden like daylight, soft and long lasting. Thank you for choosing me to be your forever love.❤️

view comments:

blakelively: What a beautiful album!🩷

charles_leclerc: Couldn't be prouder of you mon amour❤️

pierregasly: Amazing album, still can't believe it's about Charles but oh well🤷‍♂️

- yourusername: hahahah thank you Pear🤩

- charles_leclerc: really Pierre🙁

scuderiaferrari: We will be playing it on repeat in the garage for the foreseable future

- mercedesamgf1: smae

- redbullracing: same

- tororosso: same

- alfaromeostake: same

- mclaren: same

- icemanfan: I love how all the teams love Y/N🤣

slaybastianvettel: This album!!!!! I NEED MYSELF A CHARLES RIGHT TF NOW!!!

y/n_culture: I've never seen her this happy. She literally wrote an entire love album, not song, ALBUM for him!!😭

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, arthur_leclerc and 1 824 932 others

charles_leclerc: My wonderful girlfriend just released her newest album Lover. Go listen to it on all platforms today!

Y/N, your talent and your grace is unbelievable. The things you've accomplished are incredible and you deserve every bit of praise and success that the world has to offer. It's an honor to have been the inspiration for this album and to have the privilege of being by your side.❤️

view comments:

yourusername: My forever❤️

arthur_leclerc: cheesy🥴

- charles_leclerc: Shut up Arthur🙄

danielricciardo: What you did to deserve that girl is beyond me🧐

liked by charles_leclerc

charles_lec_lec: Damn he's a keeper😍

- lando_bbg: he's the blueprint fr😍

Honey_daniel: I want what they have🤧

pierregasly:

liked by yourusername, charles_leclers and 838 347 others

pierregsaly: Go check out Y/N new album full of extremely cheesy songs about her and Charles. I never thought I would like the girl that stole my best friend but turns out she is 100x cooler than him. 😎

view comments:

yourusername: thx ig🤨

- pierregasly: you're very welcome🤩

charles_leclerc: Why are everyone bullying me??😅

- yourusername: sorry baby, you just make it so easy to😘

- arthur_leclerc: because you suck

- trybeingredbull: omg Athur💀

- may_leclercish: Her and Pierre 🤧

arthur_leclerc:

liked by yourusername, pierregasly and 237 824 others

arthur_leclerc: so my (future) sister (in law) just dropped an album about my brother which is absolutely disgusting but it's pretty good, 10/10 would recommend!

view comments:

yourusername: Arthur... what is that picture of me??😀

- arthur_leclerc: just wanted to capture your esscence and natural beauty😘😘

- yourusername: I hate you

- arthur_leclerc: no you don't😘

- yourusername: no I don't🫶

ferrarigalsunite: the way he put "future" and "in law" in parentacies because he sees her as a sister. Brb just gonna cry for a bit🤧

charles_leclerc: did you steal my banana costume??😃

- yourusername: noOoo, I would never do such a thing🤠

[why4anne]

Daylight

Part: 3/?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Social Media au

Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver

Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others

Masterlist

2019

yourusername:

liked by charles_leclerc, beyonce and 9 024 358 others

yourusername:

The day is here! Stream Lover on all platforms today. This album is my heart and soul poured into melodies, capturing the love I share with my forever love and muse, Charles.

Every song is a journey through our story, the lyrics describe how utterly and irrevocably in love I am with this man. He came into my life during some of my darkest times like the sun peeking through the clouds on a rainy day. Charles, I once believed love would be burning red like a fire, intense and short lived but you've shown me that it's golden like daylight, soft and long lasting. Thank you for choosing me to be your forever love.❤️

view comments:

blakelively: What a beautiful album!🩷

charles_leclerc: Couldn't be prouder of you mon amour❤️

pierregasly: Amazing album, still can't believe it's about Charles but oh well🤷‍♂️

- yourusername: hahahah thank you Pear🤩

- charles_leclerc: really Pierre🙁

scuderiaferrari: We will be playing it on repeat in the garage for the foreseable future

- mercedesamgf1: smae

- redbullracing: same

- tororosso: same

- alfaromeostake: same

- mclaren: same

- icemanfan: I love how all the teams love Y/N🤣

slaybastianvettel: This album!!!!! I NEED MYSELF A CHARLES RIGHT TF NOW!!!

y/n_culture: I've never seen her this happy. She literally wrote an entire love album, not song, ALBUM for him!!😭

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, arthur_leclerc and 1 824 932 others

charles_leclerc: My wonderful girlfriend just released her newest album Lover. Go listen to it on all platforms today!

Y/N, your talent and your grace is unbelievable. The things you've accomplished are incredible and you deserve every bit of praise and success that the world has to offer. It's an honor to have been the inspiration for this album and to have the privilege of being by your side.❤️

view comments:

yourusername: My forever❤️

arthur_leclerc: cheesy🥴

- charles_leclerc: Shut up Arthur🙄

danielricciardo: What you did to deserve that girl is beyond me🧐

liked by charles_leclerc

charles_lec_lec: Damn he's a keeper😍

- lando_bbg: he's the blueprint fr😍

Honey_daniel: I want what they have🤧

pierregasly:

liked by yourusername, charles_leclers and 838 347 others

pierregsaly: Go check out Y/N new album full of extremely cheesy songs about her and Charles. I never thought I would like the girl that stole my best friend but turns out she is 100x cooler than him. 😎

view comments:

yourusername: thx ig🤨

- pierregasly: you're very welcome🤩

charles_leclerc: Why are everyone bullying me??😅

- yourusername: sorry baby, you just make it so easy to😘

- arthur_leclerc: because you suck

- trybeingredbull: omg Athur💀

- may_leclercish: Her and Pierre 🤧

arthur_leclerc:

liked by yourusername, pierregasly and 237 824 others

arthur_leclerc: so my (future) sister (in law) just dropped an album about my brother which is absolutely disgusting but it's pretty good, 10/10 would recommend!

view comments:

yourusername: Arthur... what is that picture of me??😀

- arthur_leclerc: just wanted to capture your esscence and natural beauty😘😘

- yourusername: I hate you

- arthur_leclerc: no you don't😘

- yourusername: no I don't🫶

ferrarigalsunite: the way he put "future" and "in law" in parentacies because he sees her as a sister. Brb just gonna cry for a bit🤧

charles_leclerc: did you steal my banana costume??😃

- yourusername: noOoo, I would never do such a thing🤠

[sweet-honey-tears]

If They Where Dads

Fluff head cannons! 🤍

Gender neutral reader. Kinda sounds like reader gave births but I kinda figured it’s either adoption or a quirk that can combine dna. Idk.

Feel free to leave request for other characters!

Daycare pick up head cannon

Aged up of course!!

💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

“She's beautiful”

“Daddy’s gonna buy you the fucking world.”

Big red eyes stared back as tiny hands gripped scared calloused fingers.

He would teach his kids sign language incase he ever does lose his hearing.

Is the type of dad that just carries the baby because fuck the stroller and shit- he’s a walking one that can also rock the little monster to sleep.

Will call the baby ‘Mini SpitFire’ and ‘Adorable Monster’(better than dumbass)

Will sign his daughter(and future kid- aka his baby boy) up for karate

And if his kid doesn’t have a quirk, he’s going to sign them up for a bunch of self-defense classes. He wants to protect them from people like him growing up.

Your phone Lock Screen is a picture of your toddler mid-sprint to the door as Katsuki is crouched with arms wide open. He had just gotten off a patrol, his hair mused and masked pushed up. His gauntlets pushed to the side. His face was dirty and stained. But his smile was huge and little tears are in his eyes from seeing his little mini spitfire come running to him.

“Don’t post that”

“But Kat-“

“No”

Can't let the public know king explosion murder is a big old softy. No, that is only for his family.

🦈Eijiro Kirishima🦈

Dude freaked out when he found out it’s gonna be twins- girls a matter of fact’ As babies, he’d put them in little shark onesies and then put on his own.

Your Lock Screen is a picture of your two beautiful twin girls in these little onesies and your Home Screen is Pro Hero Red Riot in a large Great White Shark onesie holding his two lovely(in shark onesies) twin girls in each of his arms. A big, proud, sharp smile stretched on his face.

He is the kind of dad to strap one of the girls to his chest, the other girl you have strapped to yours. There is totally a picture on the fridge of you two like that.

Would call his girls:

“Little riot, stop pulling your sister's hair!”

“Sharky, you shouldn’t be up there!”

The girls will call you Mama Papa, or Sharky Shark. (So- MommaShark! SharkyShary or ShaSha!) They call Kiri Daddy Shark.

The girls have shark plushies, cat ones, and so many plushies! One of the girls’ favorites, when they were toddlers, was a Red Riot plush. They’d hold it so damn tight whenever Kiri had to leave on a long mission.

They call the Bakuquad the following when they are very young:

Uncle Bak-uh-dough

Unky Serooooo

Aunty Mina

Unk Donkey or Denks (purely because Denki will make a goofy face when they say it)

Also, I think Testu would still pop by and the girl would call him Test.

⚡️Denki⚡️

Would freak the fuck out when he finds out but also be so excited

Will call the baby “Sparky!” And bakugou will say it sounds like you're calling a dog-

⚡️“ but you use to call me stuff like that-“

“Yeah I know”

⚡️“ but you said it sounds like a dog-“

“Yup”

Bakuogou felt a light hit to the back of his head. You walk past him while holding your/Denki’s baby. He just laughs. What? You’d think he’d do or say something to a woman holding a baby. Fuck no.

There’s a picture on your phone of Denki holding your baby, who is fast asleep, with rubber gloves on his hands. He’s being incredibly careful now. Wearing rubber gloves to ensure he never accidentally sparks the baby. He keeps getting excited every time he sees you two. That’s your Home Screen FWI.

The baby does have a Pikachu onesie. And a hat with the ear sticking up. As well as a Pokeball pillow(Mina got them for Christmas)

I feel like Shinso stops over a lot too. Like these guys are really good friends in the future.

“Uncle Shin!”

“Hey there Spark” he would totally gift the baby little cat stuffed animals and cat hairpins.

▪️🔸Sero🔸▪️

Sero would be surprised but stay chill.

Sero would call his baby girl:

“Hermosa (beautiful) you gotta wake up. We have to get ready for school”

Would teach his daughter Spanish(assuming you also know it too)

The girl's room is decorated with plants and cute food tapestries. There would definitely be one of those egg nest swings in the room(the ones above ground and hanging from the wall). He would hold the baby and rock them to sleep in it.

I feel like the baby would have a really cute, soft, cartoon ‘spider’ plush. But it’s not even really a spider- but a blob with a ‘:3’ face and eight legs. Totally has cat ears. Sero found it one day and was like ‘yup, that’s coming home’.

You couldn’t stop laughing when you saw it, you frickin love it.

Sero brings home the cutest but most random stuffed animals and toys. Ones that are just funny and adorable but make no fucking sense.

At an older age, Sero would definitely play with his daughter via his quirk. Your lock Screen is a picture of your daughter hanging upside down, her ‘spider’ plush hanging in her hand.

[nichuuu]

Beats Me - 3: Caravan

Ryujin & Karina

Tags: Smut, FemxFem, Threesome, Dom Ryujin, Sub Karina, Teasing, Face-fuck, rough-sex, creampie

Your hand stung at Ryujin’s touch. A hiss left your mouth as she doused your wound with disinfectant, a string of cusses following suit as she dabbed it dry.

“Damn it Squeaker… Why do you still practise when your hand’s already fucked?” Ryujin huffed in frustration. 

“S-Sorry…” You apologised meekly. You winced as Ryujin tightened the bandage around your hand. 

Your friend sighed heavily, taping the bandage on your hand in place. 

“Don’t push yourself too hard… I know you want to perfect your part, but practising this way won’t help,” She cautioned you, shutting the first aid kit. You examined your bandaged hand, wiggling your fingers to check your range of motion. 

“Did I wrap it too tight?” Ryujin checked. You shook your head.

“I-It’s fine… Thanks,” You smiled. The short hair girl patted you on the shoulder. 

“You ought to rest up… You’ve really been going at it these few days.”

You chuckled sheepishly. 

“Well… I guess I just want Yeji to stop yelling at me…” 

“A true people pleaser aren’t ya?” She mused. 

You managed a small laugh.

“You could call it that.”

Ryujin put the first aid kit back in the corner of the recording room. She walked back and sat back down next to you on the couch. 

“How bad does it hurt?” She asked. 

“Not too bad… Just stings a little, but I can play,” You informed her. 

“Let’s focus on healing before playing, shall we?” 

“B-But… What about prac—”

Ryujin wrapped a hand around your shoulder and pulled you towards her. Your head landed on her chest. She ruffled your hair. 

“You need rest, not practise!” She chided you. You used your un-injured hand to free yourself from her grip.

“Alright, alright! I-I won’t practise!” You affirmed her dodging her second grab. 

Ryujin smirked.

“Good boy,” She praised, patting your head. “I will kill you if I ever see you anywhere near that kit, capiche?”

You chuckled and nodded. Ryujin seemed to be satisfied, and she got up on her feet. 

“It’s getting late, we should get out of here!” She declared. “I’m grabbing dinner with Karina. Join me.”

After a shitty day like today, grabbing a meal with Shin Ryujin didn’t sound like a bad idea… She wasn’ exactly requesting either way. You packed your sticks back into your bag and headed out with your bassist. 

It had been a few weeks since your gig at the bar. Ever since the events that happened backstage, Eunbi had made it a point to expand the band’s repertoire in terms of musicality. She unveiled her new idea to you over breakfast the morning after your session with her. The following day, new, purely instrumental songs had been added to the song list. There were more things to perfect now. Amongst the songs that had been brought in, there were quite a few jazz tunes in there. All of them required quick hands and feet, as well as a saxophone and trumpet player…

While Eunbi scoured the campus to find a capable trumpeter and a saxophonist, you dedicated the time you had to perfect your part. Unfortunately for you, after a poor trial run on one of the songs, Yeji had taken the liberty to “supervise” you.

 From the moment she stepped foot into the studio on your first one-on-one session with her, you had a gut feeling that she would make your life a living hell. And you were unfortunately right.

Your perception of Yeji changed. She was no longer scary to you. Instead, she was incredibly fucking scary. She’d cuss you out over the littlest things, critique your playing when you were a split second late to enter, hurl insults at you when the tempo became too fast for you, and the list goes on…

Strangely enough, her snarky, hot-headed attitude towards you seemed to motivate you to get better. You were determined to obtain the scary girl’s approval, hence you practised daily, even when Yeji didn’t expect you to come in. You never skipped a day, drumming till your hands, arms, legs and feet were sore. 

In the first week, you blistered your right hand, earning you a small tongue lashing from Eunbi when she saw you playing with a minor injury. In the second week, two more blisters occupied your hand, but you hid it well enough from your band members. 

That day, you tore a chunk of skin off the bottom of your palm. Ryujin happened to walk to check on you, only to see you cradling your sore hand and hurling profanities at the top of your lungs. She rushed over to assist you immediately, making you appreciate her even more.

It had been a painful few weeks for you to say the least… You felt like you earned that dinner treat. 

You headed down the stairs with Ryujin and beelined it for the campus gate. You found Jimin sitting on one of the benches, idly looking at her phone as you approached.

“Sup baby girl?” Ryujin called to her. Karina’s head snapped up.

“There you are!” The girl exclaimed, jumping to her feet. “I’ve been waiting for your bitch-ass… Oh hi, Myeong-seok.”

You waved. The pianist caught sight of your bandaged hand. 

“What the hell happened to you?” Jimin gasped. You quickly hid your hand behind your back.

“O-Oh… Just a small injury,” You lied. Ryujin slapped your arm.

“Stop the cap,” She scoffed. “He fucked up his hand drumming too fast.” 

You shot her a look. She raised her eyebrows.

“What? Are you seriously planning to hide an injury like that?” She grilled you. You wanted to argue, but you couldn’t exactly justify your actions. 

“Oh gosh… Are you okay?” Karina asked, voice laced with concern. You nodded.

“I’ll be fine… Just gotta be careful…”

Karina sighed. 

“This is because of Yeji, isn’t it? We gotta talk to her and get her to tone it down. She’s being too harsh!”

You silently agreed with Karina, but you also understood Yeji’s motive for being such an ass to you. She struck you as a girl that strived for perfection in everything she did. 99.99% was never enough for her. She always wanted 101% out of herself, expecting it from everyone else she worked with as well. Your high school’s band conductor was just like her, so you knew that she had good intentions. 

“We’ll tackle that problem when we can,” Ryujin told Jimin. “For now, let’s go eat. I’m starving!”

Karina looked like she wanted to continue discussing the matter, but she must have decided against it. 

“Alright… Is Myeong-seok eating with us?” Jimin inquired. 

“Y-Yep,” You confirmed. Karina nodded.

“Right then. Let’s go.”

The three of you took a bus into the city. Jimin brought you all to a fried chicken restaurant that served one hell of a bucket of spicy chicken. Ryujin being Ryujin, ordered a glass of beer for everyone, but you kindly declined. 

“Why don’t you want to drink?” Ryujin interrogated you after the waiter had left. 

“I… I just don’t feel like it,” You said. Truthfully, you were just afraid that you might accidentally end up in bed with Ryujin again if you had a little bit too much to drink. Prevention is better than cure. 

“Tsk. Wimp,” Ryujin teased you. 

“Let him be Ryujin,” Karina chided. 

“Fine… But only cause you said it darling…” The short-haired girl winked. Karina rolled her eyes and looked away.

 Ryujin laughed.

“Damn girl… Why are you so hard to flirt with?” Ryujin asked innocently.

“Cause I don’t feel like flirting with you,” Karina retorted. 

“Ah… So you’re just playing hard to get!” Ryujin chuckled. “I like a tough catch…”

Karina shot her friend a dirty look. 

“W-What? N-No! I-I’m… Ugh! Forget it!”

Jimin looked away, doing her best to look upset but the blush on her pale face really wasn’t helping.

Yoo Jimin and Shin Ryujin shared a friendship dynamic that confounded you more than any other chart had. Ryujin was oddly flirty with the other girl, and Karina didn’t seem to enjoy it—but never asked Ryujin to stop. It was truly an odd bond to try and wrap your head around, but you figured that you’d understand them better after spending more time with them.

The buckets of chicken and the infamous hot wings came after a short wait. You understood why Jimin wanted you to try the fiery fried chicken. It was packed full of flavour, but you quickly regretted the first bite a few seconds after you took it. Thankfully, the restaurant gave out free shots of milk to customers who couldn’t take the heat, and you gratefully threw back a few shots of milk, quelling the fire in your mouth. 

You opted to stick to the classic fried chicken. Ryujin and Jimin on the other hand, busied themselves with the spicy delight. Watching with hidden amusement, you witnessed the two girls experience an entire emotional roller-coaster as they consumed those pieces of chicken. You didn’t understand why they were torturing themselves like that. However, you didn’t really mind watching the two fan their burning mouths as you silently munched on your own chicken. It was quite entertaining after all…

After the two girls had recovered from the spice—with the assistance of milk and beer of course—the three of you finished up and sat in the restaurant, talking over drinks. Karina seemed to be friends with the Ahjumma that ran the place, judging by how she would refill her and Ryujin’s glasses with more beer whenever she noticed that they were empty. You were content with sipping on your banana milk—graciously given to you by the Ahjumma as well—as you made conversation with the girls. Your time with the band had let you become tense when around your members, so you found it easier to talk to the two about life and other things that interested you.

As the night dragged on, the girls downed more and more glasses of beer. You wanted to caution them against getting drunk, but you knew that Ryujin would just call you a wuss and throw back another glass. You could only watch helplessly as they drank, laughed, talked—then drank even more. You had a bad feeling about all of this. 

One of your main concerns would be how they would get home safely. As much as you wanted to trust Korea's street security, you knew deep down that some men would get a little eager if they saw two drunk girls stumbling down the pavement. The thought of what could happen sent shivers down your spine.

And so you ended up having to guide the two girls back to Karina’s place. You thanked god they didn’t get drunk, but they were a little woozy for sure. They held each other's arms, giggling excessively while chattering rather noisily. You walked behind the two girls, feeling a little second-hand embarrassed each time a member of the public shot a glare towards them. 

The two eventually managed to stumble back to Karina’s apartment. You helped Jimin to unlock her door—she wasn’t exactly in the best state to do so herself—and opened the door for the two girls. You waited for them to stumble in. 

Just as you were about to shut the door and leave, a hand grabbed your shirt.

“Get your ass in here Squeaky…”

You were yanked into Jimin’s apartment against your will. As much as you wanted to leave, Ryujin’s grip on your arm made it impossible for you to go anywhere. You could only sigh and shut the apartment door behind you. The two stumbled into the centre of Jimin’s living room, laughing over something. 

“Let’s have more booze!” Ryujin suggested. You didn’t hesitate to butt in.

“I-I don’t think you should…” You advised. Ryujin raised an eyebrow.

“Why? Scared you’ll get drunk and fuck my brains out again Squeaker?” 

Karina gasped. 

“Ryujin! You had sex with Myeong-seok?!” She inquired. Ryujin smiled and put an arm over Karina’s shoulder. 

“I did… And it was fucking amazing~” 

“R-Ryujin!” You chided her. You could remember very clearly that Ryujin was the one that made you swear not to tell anyone about your fiasco. 

“What? Am I wrong?” Ryujin giggled. “Come on Myeong-seok… You remember how much I milked you!”

A blush made its way onto your face. You looked away to hide it, but Ryujin caught on quickly.

“Awww… Look at him, Karina! He’s blushing!” She teased you. Karina’s reply was to cross her arms. She turned away from Ryujin, letting out an audible huff. Ryujin seemed amused. 

“Hey… Are you upset about something?” The short-haired girl questioned. Karina looked back at Ryujin for a moment before turning away again. 

“You fucked him… Without me…”

Ryujin raised her eyebrows. 

“Oh… So you’re jealous?” Ryujin concluded. Karina didn’t even bother to hide the blush.

“I… I’m…” Karina stammered. She struggled to formulate her sentence for a bit before letting out a flustered sigh.

“Fine… M-Maybe I am a little jealous… But only j-just a little…” 

You weren’t too sure if what you heard was correct. It felt a little bit like a conversation that two characters would have in your fever dream.

Ryujin smirked and wrapped her arms around Karina’s waist. 

“Look at you… So red and flustered over me~” Ryujin giggled. Karina didn’t seem to be fighting back against her friends like she usually would. 

“I-I’m not flustered…” Karina insisted. Ryujin chuckled. 

“Yes, you are darling… Don’t deny it…” 

Karina opened her mouth to say something. Ryujin seemed to have other ideas. 

In a flash, Ryujin had her left palm resting on Karina’s jaw. Her index and ring fingers had slid into Karina’s open mouth, playing with the other girl's lips. 

“You want me… You want me again don’t you Jimin?”  Ryujin whispered. Karina’s lips closed around Ryujin’s fingers, a soft sigh escaping her lips as Ryujin pulled Jimin back. The roundness of Karina’s ass flushed against Ryujin’s full hips. Ryujin, emboldened by Karina’s lack of resistance, let her hand snake down the other girl's body. Her palm found Karina’s right ass cheek and squeezed it. 

Karina gasped, mouth opening wider as the sound left her throat. Ryujin dug her fingers deep into Jimin, her digits wiggling around inside the pianist’s mouth. 

“Tell me that you want me Jimin…” Ryujin demanded airily, her right hand beginning to drift upwards to the bust on Jimin’s chest. “Tell me that you want me to take your hot body right here, right now and have you screaming so loud that your neighbours can hear you…”

Ryujin squeezed Karina’s right breast through her shirt. Jimin moaned a lot louder this time, her voice muffled by Ryujin’s fingers.

“R-Ryujin…” She called her friend. 

“Tell me…” Ryujin hissed. 

Karina closed her eyes, breath getting shallower by the minute. Ryujin bent down slightly, licking and kissing Jimin’s neck. Her fingers stayed in Jimin’s mouth, moving ever so gently between the small whines from Jimin.

Karina finally folded. 

“I want you… I want you so bad Ryujin…” The pianist breathed. Ryujin was satisfied with the answer, slipping her slick fingers out of her companion’s mouth. Her right hand left Jimin’s full chest and Ryujin took a step back. Something flashed behind those eyes. 

“Strip,” Ryujin commanded.

Karina reacted almost instantly, hands finding the hem of her shirt and pulling the fabric up and over her head. She undid her jeans hastily, pulling them down to her ankles and kicking them away.

Ryujin licked her lips, slowly circling the scantily clad Karina. You could see her eyes wandering joyously, soaking in the sight of Jimin’s tight yet perfectly curvy body. 

“Come here Squeaker,” She urged you. You blinked, snapping out of your trance. 

“W-What?” You sputtered. Ryujin rolled her eyes. 

“Just get your ass over here man.”

You were hesitant but slowly walked towards the bassist. When you were near enough, she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to her. 

“Have a good look Squeaky… Tell me what you like about her…” Ryujin whispered into your ear. You gulped. 

“Ryujin I—”

She shushed you, a gentle finger on your lips. 

“Take in that body… Then tell me what you like the most about her…”

You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander around Karina. You had seen her in baggy clothing most of the time, hiding her large chest behind loose fitting sweaters and hoodies. She would wear tight jeans every now and then, accentuating her ass and the fullness of her thighs. 

But this… This was something else altogether… 

Karina’s pale, milky skin glimmered slightly in her apartment light. Those round breasts were squeezed together in the lacy bra she wore, providing you with ample cleavage to stare at. She wasn’t as endowed as Eunbi was, but she had quite the pair in your books. Her tight tummy glowed warmly under the lighting, revealing her toned abs and cute belly button. 

“So… What do you like?” Ryujin asked once more. You felt yourself clam up, but you managed a reply.

“H-Her face… I-I guess…”

Ryujin chuckled. 

“All that ogling and you said ‘her face’...” She said, “Very well then…” 

She let her arm slide off you, turning her attention to Jimin. 

“On your knees.”

Jimin dropped instantly, her knees hitting the floor with a thud. You winced a little, feeling the second-hand pain from the impact. 

“Mouth open.”

Karina’s jaw dropped, revealing that perfect set of pearly white teeth and pink tongue. Ryujin reached down to the buckle of your belt. 

“Come on Squeaker… Get your cock out,” She smiled, undoing the clasp of your belt.

“W-Wait… W-What?” You stammered, grabbing a hold of her wrist. Ryujin cocked her head and stared. 

“What? Afraid to get your dick sucked by this pretty slut?” Ryujin grilled. 

“I-I… This… This isn’t right…” You reasoned. Ryujin giggled. 

She leaned in towards you, face millimetres away from yours.

“Let me tell you something Squeaker… When it comes to using Karina… There is no right and wrong.”

Her lips crashed against yours, capturing you and a soft kiss. Her body felt oddly familiar against yours. She dug her tongue into your mouth, licking and rodding around as she rubbed your cock through your jeans. 

“So… What do you say Squeaky?” Ryujin asked, lips parting from yours. “You have a good girl on her knees. It’s not right to keep her waiting…”

She locked eyes with you. All sense of morality seemed to leave you as you gave Ryujin a nod.

She assisted you in sliding out of your jeans and boxers, your already hardened cock springing out. Ryujin tossed your pants and undergarments aside. 

“Go on… Fuck that pretty face…” Ryujin urged, gently pushing you forward. “Make sure you leave her in a mess…”

You stepped towards Karina, cock twitching wildly. Karina stared into your eyes, holding your gaze lustfully. Ryujin gently gripped the base of your cock, giving you an experimental pump before she placed your head on the tip of Jimin’s tongue. The warm sensation sent a jolt up your body, making you grunt. Ryujin wiggled your dick back and forth on Karina’s tongue, lubing up the underside of your head. 

“Whenever you’re ready…” She reminded you. 

You didn’t need to be told twice. You cupped the sides of Karina’s face, hips moving forward slowly. Jimin’s lips wrapped around your length, holding your member in place as you steadily hilted herself into her warm, wet mouth. You stopped when the tip of your cock hit the back of your throat, sighing as Karina began applying gentle suction around your hard length. Her cheeks hollowed, innocent eyes staring back at you as you began thrusting into her mouth. You slowly let your shaft slide smoothly between her plump lips, Karina staying perfectly still for you. A groan left your throat, your fingers gripping her face a little tighter.

“Hey, hey… What are you doing, Squeaky?” Ryujin asked. “Didn’t you hear me? Fuck her face.”

You stared at the girl on her knees before you. Her demure gaze faltered for a moment, revealing the hunger and lust behind her eyes.

Something snapped within you. You gripped Jimin’s face tightly. 

Popping your hips back, Karina gags when you slam yourself back in, spit flying out the corners of her mouth as you wildly piston yourself in and out of those pink lips. Drool leaks out of the small openings of her lips, flowing down from either side of your cock. The slimy fluid splattered onto her cute face, each harsh thrust you delivered into her mouth sending your cock deep into her mouth. The surface of her tongue cushioned your shaft, guiding you into her mouth perfectly with each entrance while the gentle suction tried to pull you back with each exit.

“Not quite my tempo Squeaker…” Ryujin muttered in disappointment. You felt her hands on your butt, pushing you deeper into Karina’s mouth.

“Faster…” Ryujin demanded.

You complied eagerly, feeling your hips begin to move at a frantic pace. Karina’s large breasts swayed, her spit dripping onto the floor and onto her tits as you took the young girl’s mouth. She had gotten used to your pace, bobbing her head forward each time you thrusted back in to her warm entrance.

Tears gathered at the corner of Karina’s eyes. Her hands gripped your thighs like vices as she maintained eye contact with you. Her eyes told you everything you needed to know. She wanted it faster, harder, deeper. 

You were practically shoving your cock down her throat. Your eyes left Jimin’s, finding the ceiling to stare at while you pleasured yourself with Karina. The gurgling from her throat sent vibrations up your throbbing cock, shocking you with volts of pleasure. Nothing had ever felt this good. 

Ryujin appeared behind her friend on her knees. You noted that she had already shed her clothes, buck naked as she knelt behind Karina. She pushed Jimin’s perfectly rounded breasts together, allowing you to stare down the ample cleavage. Bits of drool and precum slid down her breasts. Ryujin made it a point to rub the mix of fluids into Karina’s skin. She played with the busty girl’s chest contently.

You couldn’t last any longer in this bliss. With great effort, you looked towards Ryujin

“Down her throat,” Ryujin instructed, reading your mind. “Give that slutty little girl a nice big load down her throat Squeaker…”

With a few more deep thrusts into Jimin’s mouth, you finally reach your limit. Shoving your cock all the way down your throat, you grunt before throbbing inside the tightness of her contracting opening. Ryujin held Jimin’s head in place, holding her steady while you shot your seed down the girl’s throat. She gagged, eyes bulging slightly, but she took it well. You felt every rope that surged up and out of your cock, enjoying the feeling of your hot cum exploding into that tight little mouth.

You recovered. Stumbling back, your cock slipped out of Jimin’s mouth. The girl gasped for air. Her face was in a sloppy mess, small trails of white fluid leaking out the sides of her mouth. Your head hit the floor, chest heaving as you watched Karina gulp down your load. 

You felt a set of hands on your chest, followed by a set of lips on yours. Ryujin kissed her way down, taking her time as she kissed a path down from your lips to your torso. From your torso, she made her way down to your cock. Her tongue darted out, licking up the cum that was left on your dick. She thoroughly cleaned you off with her mouth afterwards, slurping on your length hungrily. She teased you a little more before deciding she had enough. 

Your member popped out of her mouth after some time. She grinned, slapping your glistening dick against her cheek and delivering a few slow strokes. 

“Rest up Squeaky… It’s my turn with Jimin now…” 

She rose from the floor, leaving your cock unattended—much to your disappointment. Ryujin sauntered over to Karina, who had just finished recovering from her face-fuck. The bassist knelt down, capturing the other woman in a kiss. Ryujin’s hands snaked behind Jimin’s back, unhooking the clasps of her bra and pulling the undergarment off Jimin’s person.

Their tongues duelled, a lewd sight unveiling before you. Soft sighs came from each of the girls, floating gently into your ears.

When they parted, a single string of saliva kept them connected. Ryujin giggled, placing her hands on Karina’s shoulders.

“Lay down for me Karina…” Ryujin demanded. Jimin nodded, obediently sinking down onto her back. Once Karina was flat out on the floor, Ryujin captured one of Karina’s taught nipples in her mouth. Her hands roaming all over the pianist’s body, Karina sighing airily. Her legs quivered, eyes closed in pleasure as Ryujin slipped a hand under her panties. 

“Oh… Oh shit…” Karina murmured, a hand gently resting on Ryujin’s head.

“You’re soaking wet darling…” Ryujin chuckled, fingers busying themselves with Karina’s folds. Jimin gasped, eyes going wide. Ryujin smiled devilishly, fingers rubbing a circle beneath Karina’s panties. 

“You must be so turned on right now…” Ryujin continued to taunt. “A horny… little… slut…”

She swished her tongue across the girl’s left nipple, eliciting a strained cry out Jimin. 

“Fuck! O-Oh my god… I’m… I’m a horny slut…” Karina admitted shamelessly. Ryujin smirked. 

“Good girl Jimin… I like your honesty,” She nodded. “Let’s see how much you like this...”

Ryujin pulled Karina’s panties down, exposing her glistening pussy. The short-haired girl slipped her digits into Jimin’s folds, pumping themselves in and out. Karina let a long, drawn-out moan escape past her parted lips, eyes rolling to the back of her head. 

Ryujin licked her lips, watching with contained glee as Karina’s back arched deliciously, thighs quivering violently. The squelching of Jimin’s wet cunt was nothing far from a turn on, her high-pitched moans and sharp gasps mixing excellently with the profanities that tumbled out from her mouth. Ryujin continued to gently work between Karina’s flushed thighs, her hands staying steady, her pace even steadier. She teased the other girl relentlessly, whispering filthy sentences, nibbling on Jimiin’s ear, kneading those full tits… The sight was erotic to say the least. 

“God damn… You’re so fucking hot when you're a mess…” Ryujin mused, twisting Karina’s nipple. Jimin cried out in pleasure, a cute whine cutting through her moans.

You found your hand on your re-erected cock. Stroking lazily, you watched Ryujin make Karina bend to her will, both figuratively and literally. Before you knew it, Karina’s moans and exclamations began increasing in volume. Her hips began to move, forcing Ryujin’s fingers deeper into her slick cunt. Jimin’s hands flew up to her breasts, squeezing them violently.

“O-Oh fuck… R-Ryujin… D-Don’t stop…” Karina mewled. Ryujin cocked her head. 

“Why? Are you close baby girl?”  Ryujin questioned. Karina could only manage a nod, biting hard on her bottom lip while she thrashed against Ryujin’s hand. The bassist didn’t seem to be too amused. 

Ryujin’s free hand shot down to Karina’s crotch, holding the other girl down firmly while she extracted her fingers from the wet folds of Jimin’s pussy. Jimin whined in protest. 

“Shhhh… Whining won’t help you baby…” Ryujin calmed her, examining her glistening fingers under the light. She brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean of Karina’s fluids. 

“Wow… You taste amazing Jimin…” Ryujin mused. She slapped Jimin’s tits, making them sway and redden as she got up on her knees. 

“I got a taste of you… Now you taste me…”

Ryujin straddled Karina’s face in a flash. Facing you, she sank her crotch down onto the other girl’s face, hands pinning Karina’s wrists to the floor. Jimin seemed to know just what to do. 

You watched, absolutely entranced as Karina’s jaw opened. You saw the flash of her pink tongue, followed by a moan from the girl atop of her a split second later. 

“Oh fuck… You always eat me so well Jimin…” Ryujin sighed, closing her eyes as she let the pleasure wash over her. Her words seemed to have encouraged her friend, and Jimin doubled her efforts. Karina’s chin moved deftly, jaw opening and closing in well timed intervals. Ryujin’s breath seemed to hitch in her throat, head whipping back.

“T-That’s it… Eat me out Karina… Eat me out with that slutty tongue,” Ryujin hissed.

Watching became too much for you… You wanted in. 

You crawled over to the two girls. Ryujin opened her eyes just in time to see you on your knees, pumping your shaft mere inches away from Karina’s glistening pussy lips. She bit her lower lip, fighting back a moan before she gave you a nod. 

Your hands shot out, grasping Karina’s panties and pulling them all the way down. You heard a muffled noise come from Karina. Ryujin cried out in pleasure, feeling the reverberation from Jimin’s voice in her pussy.

“O-Oh fuck… J-Jesus… Keep making her moan like that…” She whispered to you. Luckily for her, you knew how to fulfil her request. 

Your palms pushed open Karina’s legs. Her slick lips were ready for the taking, and you weren’t going to wait anymore. You gripped your throbbing length, slapping your cock against Karina’s flushed pussy lips a few times before you thrusted yourself into Jimin. 

Her mouth felt great, but her pussy felt even better. Her tight walls gripped you from the get-go, a hoarse curse flying out of your mouth as you savoured the feel of her walls twitching around you. You didn’t even bother trying to build up on your pace with Karina, jackhammering yourself in and out from her hot slick from the moment you started fucking her. Her pussy made your vision go fuzzy, the sheer tightness of her womanhood sending you into a feral state. You pounded away, slamming yourself into the young girl roughly and relentlessly. You nailed her, speared her, fucked her into a muffled, mewling mess between you and Ryujin. 

Her dampened screams sounded amazing, and Ryujin’s cries melded together with them to form an ear-tingling symphony of pleasure. It was lewd, oh so lewd as you took in the sight of two girls moaning and quivering before you, the squelching, slapping and exclamations of pleasure bouncing off the walls of Jimin’s apartment. Jimin tightened even more around your cock, Ryujin capturing you in a passionate kiss. 

Under the given circumstances, you didn’t expect any of you to last much longer. Ryujin was the first to succumb to her pleasure, a loud scream heralding the arrival of her orgasm. Her tight body trembled atop Jimin, thighs clamping shut around either side of the pianist’s head, forcing Jimin’s tongue as deep as it could go. Her hands left Jimin's wrists, squeezing the mound of juicy flesh on Karina’s chest for dear life as she came.

She collapsed a few moments later, falling to the floor with a thud. She heaved on the floor, sweat-matted hair sticking to her face. 

Karina’s hands were free now, and she used her new range of movement to grab your shoulders and pull you towards her. Her breasts shook violently, bouncing and jiggling hypnotically as you continued your frantic motions. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum…” She spat.

Four words, one shared sentiment.

Her fingers dug into your shoulder blades. Your pace increased, and so did the intensity of her moans. You could feel the dull throb of your second orgasm slowly approaching, a familiar prickle in your cock. 

Karina, unlike Ryujin, didn’t let out a single sound when she came. You only knew she had climaxed when her body stiffened beneath you, mouth gaped open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her already tight walls squeezed the life out of you, gripping your cock firmly while you fucked her through her orgasm. She went limp, her sighs and sharp intakes of breath filtering in through your ear.

“Cum… Cum in me…” Karina whispered, wrapping her hands lightly behind your neck. “Fill my little pussy up… I want to feel it leaking out of me.”

Her words drove you over the edge. You let out a guttural groan, burying yourself balls-deep in Karina’s well-fucked pussy. You throbbed inside of her, your seed oozing out of you and spilling into her. The twitching walls of her cunt milking you tenderly, your eyes closing in bliss. You savoured the sensation of Karina’s body flushed against yours, soft gasps from Karina wafting into your ears with each hot rope that entered her . She finds your lips, bringing you into a soft kiss as the last of your seed gets delivered into her awaiting pussy. 

You slip out of her, shaft sore and flaccid as you roll over and collapse next to Karina’s spent body. As requested, cum leaked out from Karina’s slackened pussy lips, oozing onto the floor. Ryujin finds the strength to crawl over next to you, crashing down on your left and sandwiching you between two equally beautiful and spent girls. 

No words were exchanged as Ryujin rested her head on your chest, her hand lazily pumping your shaft. She let out a sigh of satisfaction, your eyes closing as you enjoyed the tingle of her breath on your sweaty skin. Off on your left, you felt Karina lace her hand with yours.

You let yourself drift off on Jimin’s hard floor, knowing full well you’d have to address this with the two girls the next morning.

~~~~~~

You found yourself back behind the drumkit the next afternoon, a glove–provided by Ryujin herself after you insisted on playing—adorning your injured hand as you tune your snare to perfection. The threesome with Karina and Ryujin had been agreed to be swept under the rug over coffee that morning, followed by another intensive round with the two girls in Jimin’s shower that made you late for lectures that morning. 

The three of you attended classes like nothing ever happened, though when you happened to be in the same lecture as Ryujin, she made it a point to sit next to you and tease you relentlessly. You managed to get her to stop before things got out of hand, but she did force you into a bathroom on your way to the studio, milking your sore cock with her mouth and taking a load up her ass. 

You were exhausted by the time you were back in the studio, but you hid it well under the five cups of coffee you had with Ryujin in the canteen after she was finished with you.

The door to the recording studio burst open, and a thrilled Kwon Eunbi stood at the opening. 

“You guys! I found us a trumpeter!” She squealed. Your interest was piqued, and so was everyone else’s, as all stopped what they were doing. Eunbi quickly stepped into the room, gesturing for someone outside to come in. 

“Come in!” She encouraged the mysterious person. You silently prayed that she had found another guy to accompany you in the band. 

A single Nike air-force one planted itself on the carpeted floor of the recording studio, the leg of its wearer emerging past the door as they stepped in… 

A girl with a bob-cut similar to Ryujin’s entered the room. Your heart dropped as you recognised her side profile, eyes widening as you locked eyes with your ex-girlfriend. 

She stood there, staring back at you with that pink trumpet case in hand. You couldn’t read her expression but you definitely spotted that familiar flash of annoyance in those fiesty eyes before she turned to Eunbi. 

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Kim Chaewon asked vexatiously, jabbing a finger towards you.

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Ngl this was an absolute mess to write. I had to re-write this entire damn thing like 5 times.

Anyway, thank you for reading :)). I'm open to suggestions on who you guys want as a Saxophonist, so leave a comment or an ask if you have someone in mind.

Stay safe, stay swaggy and I'll see ya'll...

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Could you do a Lance blurb where him and reader take the girls to Miami for Race Week and they are amazed, especially Addalynn by the F1 Academy girls and he manages to convince Susie to introduce the rest of the girls to Addalynn (since she already knows Tina Hausmann since she is part of the Aston Martin Driver Academy) and she says she wants to be like them when she grows up

"Addalynn, go with daddy because he had a surprise for you!", you told your oldest daughter so she could follow Lance, "me, Margot and Viv will join you soon, okay? Just need to change her clothes", you nodded to the baby who had spit all over her clothes.

Earlier on the week, Lance spoke to Suzie and after a successful exchange between them and arranging his schedule, he managed to take some time to be able to take your oldest daughter to the F1 Academy area so she could meet the rest of the grid.

"We're going to watch the preparations for the F1 Academy race - all of the girls are here, and Suzie Wolff found some time in their schedule to give us a tour and you can meet them too!", Lance announced.

"Is Tina going to be there? She's the only one I've met before!", Addalynn pointed out after she jumped up and down in excitement.

"She is - I think she's the one giving us the tour actually", Lance held your daughter's hand in his as they walked closer to the gathering of people, spotting the Aston Martin Driver Academy pilot, "hello hello! My wife has the other two girls and I think they're staying in the garage, so we can get going to meet everyone else - Y/N will be here shortly", he smiled.

"Hello! Hi, Addy!", Tina greeted, "ready to meet all the drivers?", she suggested, taking the little girl's hand and walking her through the whole area.

Later, you joined them in the Aston Martin Driver Academy garage, "mummy! Did you know Tina's number is your lucky number?", Addalynn told you, pulling you to see the car up close.

Margot was the most affected by the jetlag, so she was happy to sleep on Lance's hold, his arms making sure she wouldn't drop while you had Genevieve strapped to your chest.

"I did, my love - I think it's very cool!", you smiled as Suzie came up from behind you.

"Sorry, needed to do some managing there", she chuckled, "how are you enjoying this?".

"The work you're doing here is incredible, truly - I'm sorry I haven't been to many of the events, this little one has kept me busy", you mused, kissing the top of the little girl's head.

"Don't apologise, Y/N - you're still one of our biggest supporters and one of the ones who came forward when we only dreamed of this at the very beggining", Suzie rubbed your back, "you're doing such an amazing job juggling everything", she smiled.

"Thanks", you admitted with a blush on your cheeks, "I never wanted to race myself - Lance took me karting a couple of times and he'll tell you just how bad it was -, but Addy loves this and I know so many more like her love it and they should be given a chance too!".

"Abbi, Maya and Doria are just there, let me see if I can wave them over here! Hey!", Tina called the other girls, "this is Addy and she also loves racing!", she introduced your oldest daughter.

"I want to be like you when I grow up", Addalynn said as she sat inside the car, "I want to drive like you!", she beamed.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)