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“We’re already done for good; I don’t give a fuck if you delete my number because I blocked yours.” Lucia bluffed, a curated smile adorning her face even if the rest of her body was tense. Their relationship had been the biggest disaster of her life, and while she knew playing girlfriend was a terrible idea, Lucia had never been known for making the smartest decisions. “You could call any of your fucktoys and ask them to go with you. You know, I’m not the only one who has rumors going around about her.” So what if she shit-talked him too? It was only fair. “Why didn’t you tell them we broke up? Did you realize you'd never find anyone better than me and didn’t want to deal with the embarrassment?”

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"listen i know you probably hate me for what i did to you but i really need you to do this for me. i wouldn't be here if i wasn't desperate — it's a wedding, a single wedding and we'll be done for good alright? i'll delete your number and . . . and i'll stop spreading rumours about the new guys you're dating."

#txt. lucia oliveira. #ringdcwns #hehe hi (fully aware that we already have a million threads sorry <3)

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The spoiled tone of protest was to be expected, but the girl did nothing but grin up at her girlfriend, never tired of noticing how perfectly she knew her. It wasn’t a secret she loved to challenge her, and wasn’t the blonde practically begging for her to get all dommy with her? For someone who acted like she could take whatever dare she was presented with, it was laughable that she struggled to meet the simplest of commands. “Try? It’s not that hard, baby. You don’t have to think about it; just do as I say. I know how to give your body what it needs.” Maude’s nails bit into her skin without even meaning to, because having Lily use her so obscenely only encouraged her to do the same. To take and take and take. Her muscles tensed as she felt the girl spreading herself further against her skin, lewdly, her dripping core, and that sensitive clit rubbing on her as if she were nothing but a mere object created for her pleasure. Maybe that was exactly the case. She certainly couldn’t find it in herself to object as the blonde kissed her silly, giving her a good run for her money when it came to deciding who really called the shots in that moment. The kiss was only interrupted when Maude whined at the new contact with Lily’s skin, the new angle allowing her to press those glistening folds against her until she was also seeing stars. It wasn’t calculating and precise; they were too overstimulated for that right now; instead, it was sloppy and delirious. She wouldn’t change moments like those for anything in the world—that kind of closeness she’d only been able to dream of in the weeks prior. But time didn’t matter now, nor did anything else in the world, but the gorgeous girl on top of her, cheeks pink from all the effort and chest heaving against her own. Other people would never know, because it was only for them to witness, but she never looked more beautiful than in those moments, fucked out of her mind, belonging to her, chasing one last orgasm before they’d be able to lay together with their heartbeats in synch. “Gonna give me what I want, Lily? Gonna come all over me, leave me covered in you?” Heated words caused an effect on her as well, with movements turning rougher, her thigh pressing harder against her girl’s center, and her hands helping to rock her lovingly. Her gaze remained on her, on the way her face contorted with pleasure, and on how their bodies looked so right against one another. “Love it when you make a mess on me, such a dirty girl.” It hit Maude then, pleasure shaking her system and taking her by complete surprise; she came with a silent moan, eyes closing as smooth waves of electricity washed over her and driving her hips to cant up raggedly against the blonde. “Please, oh my god—s’fucking good.” In the midst of her ecstasy, she leaned to kiss her girlfriend, open-mouthed and demanding, craving the attention only she could give her.

"A tad?" Brows lifted before a laugh slipped free, head shaking. "I think you're more than a tad bossy baby, but don't worry it suits you." An affectionate brush of her nose against Maude's to solidify her statement. It wasn't as if Lily could complain about the dominant side of her girlfriend, not when it consistently managed to make a second heartbeat form between her thighs. She liked to believe herself a somewhat stable and self sufficient adult but when Maude took that tone with her? Well, it was almost as if someone had come along and stuffed Lily's skull with cotton candy, filling it to the brim and removing any thoughts aside from the ones of her girl, the ones that refused to be removed no matter what. "Honestly I'm kind of surprised that you're not doing it right now, y'know, being all hot and dommy with me", blonde teased, given their situation and the evident need Lily had inside of her it was practically like she was screaming out for the other to take her down a peg her two ; reduce her to the pleading blubbering mess she could so very easily become at the hands of her girlfriend. "M . . . mhm, I don't think I should either", such a tiny pout on her kiss reddened lips, an almost laughable look of pure sadness at the mere thought of being denied that precious fourth orgasm. How her body was still going Lily didn't know, but was sure that in a few hours she would feel every single bit of it. "I'm too good of a girl to be denied, aren't I baby?" May as well ride it for as long as she can, right? Amp up just how obedient and giving she was when it came to the raven haired girl she loved so much. Fingers tenderly divide the femme's soft locks, their bodies sweat slick and more beautiful than ever before. "Well I thought I'd be nice and give you the option okay? Geez", bright hues rolled as she laughed, knowing now how idiotic it had been to assume that Maude may want to skip out on yet another chance to get their hands on one another ; insatiable, that was what they were. Tight grasp on her skin elicited a deep moan, hips pressing down against her girl's thigh, knee pushing between those perfect legs to tease her wetness ever so slightly. "Sl — slowly?" Christ, how was she supposed to do that when her cunt felt like it was being burned from the inside out? Everything inside her wanted to rush, to be sloppy in her motions as she humped Maude's thigh and spilled her sweetness all over her bare skin. "I . . . I'll try baby, okay? I'll try." Ever the pleaser Lily ensured from that moment on that her hips languidly rolled up and then down, legs spreading much further to allow her clit to become exposed, for her drenched folds to part and that tiny bud be pleasured. "Shit . . . fuck baby", when their mouths came together the blonde put every ounce of the love she felt into it, in to the way her tongue swept across Maude's bottom lip and the way she nudged those pretty lips apart and delved inside. Her body shifted ever so slightly, that leg so close to her perfect girl's core inching just a tad further up, to give her some stimulation as Lily fucked herself stupid.

#txt. maude seong. #—maude & lily. #ringdcwns

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ok that's everything i'll write for today <3 now i'm gonna shamelessly promote my smutty rp sideblog and remind y'all that you can hmu for the link if you want it (mutuals only)!

#or u can just like this post if you're shy idk

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“Of course I’m interested; I wanna know about your life.” It was a sweet way of phrasing it, even if no one would’ve ever placed Iris in that category before. The girl couldn’t point out where her curiosity came from, so she appreciated that Oz didn’t bother to question her about it. It was normal to be interested in your friend’s lives, anyway, and gossip had never been boring for her, even if it went against the blithe image she enjoyed to present. “Is that your line? ‘Let’s go home together, and that way we’ll keep each other warm’? How bohemian! I might use it in one of my scripts.” His contact was distracting enough, but the brunette didn’t dare to move her hand back. It was very middle school, playing with someone’s fingers and drawing little imaginary figures because it gave you an excuse to mindlessly touch. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, but somehow destroying that moment felt like yielding first in a game. So, of course, she didn’t. Besides, it didn’t feel terrible. “I don’t need to hear the x-rated details, I guess. I just... I’m just a bit jealous.” Iris conceded, fully aware of the massive victory for his ego that the revelation could represent. “I haven’t even thought about sex in... shit, I don’t know, before my finals began, probably. And before that happened, I was always busy, and I didn’t have time to focus on hookups.” Having someone to take the edge off could've been nice, but it sounded like far too much work. “What do you think? Should I follow your lead and find some boytoy from my class?”

"player is a harsh analysis." oz remarked equally as casually despite wanting to turn and see if he could get a better read on how iris was really feeling about his somewhat scandalous confession. it wasn't like they hadn't discussed such things in the past but he'd always made an effort to be less blasé about how his escapades came across. it wasn't that he was going through women wildly, discarding them at any random moment and moving on to the next, he was a young man with a healthy appetite and a certain level of charm that provided him a variety of opportunities. he chose to finally look back at her once her hand slipped over his, he could've laughed at how small hers looked in comparison to the spindly stretch of his fingers but he didn't, though that amusement radiated off from him like heat from a stove. "i didn't realise you'd be so interested." oz replied cooly before slipping the paper off from his lap so he could turn his body to face her better. "i'm not playing coy, it's just that you've never shown any interest in wanting to know who i do and don't fuck." part of the reason he'd never spoken much about it was that he wanted to make himself look available if iris ever decided to get off her high horse and decide that their friendship could handle a bit of a shake-up. casually, he pulled his hand free from beneath hers and switched up their position, carefully playing with her fingers like the motion would help him recall details of his past experiences. "there's much to tell, not without getting explicit. it's nothing to write home about... just a girl here and there. it's getting colder, you know, and the heating in my place still isn't fixed."

#txt. iris reyes. #—iris & samuel. #thcophagy

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Rowena’s unforgiving honesty probably didn’t earn them a solid number of admirers, but she had to admit it was somewhat energizing. It kept Iris sharp; it made her care about not saying something stupid or acting too haphazardly. Her evaluation of the matter was grim, but still, it put a smile on Iris’ face. A win's a win, and nowadays she didn’t hold onto her pride like she did once. “Great, at least we’ll be able to get murdered in front of an audience.” Her voice was almost cheerful, a mixture of her usual dark sense of humor and the genuine relief she felt knowing the other survivor would hang out with her. Knowing how their brains worked, they’d probably take turns guarding the hotel door and staying awake, even if they rationally understood there was no reason for it. “Do you wanna go to your place first for a change of clothes? I already have everything I need in my bag.” Iris had known she wouldn’t be coming home that day by the time she left in the morning; the decision had been made the same second the news about Esther arrived. “I don’t think we’ve ever spent time together outside of the group meetings; is this our version of a really fucked-up slumber party?” Her gaze moved to the ground, ignoring the mumbling of the other final girls as they began their path towards the door. It wasn’t like she didn’t care about all of them; she did, but sharing her plans with all of them was a standard mistake. Besides, the only one she really trusted was Rowena.

      their cold exterior - the protective shell rowena fought tooth and nail to hold onto - was, admittedly, fraying with every subsequent theory posited by the brunette before her. the anomalies that came with such a macabre, twisted version of fame were something they were all arguably used to - the searing truth of being a final girl, survivor, victim, whatever you called it. years of it had become desensitizing, to the point where an onslaught of online death threads wouldn't warrant more than an eyeroll. none of them felt real, not when they're someone who is faced with very real scars with every downward glance to an uncovered leg. morale was important, even the kind administered through tightened lips and an iron fist. this was the rationale that would help everyone sleep at night, and rowena wanted to allow the rest of them that comfort. call her a saint. their comments halted, uninterested in the back and forth that seemed to arise between them with every meeting, opting to slump back and just listen before they interjected with a firm " no. " ——— " i didn't think you were stupid as well, " the tough love continued on, it seemed. " you're basically walkin' into your own deathtrap by being alone if this threat is real. trust me, i know you could handle yourself, but backup is better than nothing. we're getting a room. somewhere in the city, so it's busy. everyone can be a witness if someone's actually dumb enough to fuck with us. "

#txt. iris reyes. #—iris & rowena. #spoiliage

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›     closed starter for @thursdaygrl.

“What happened to your playmate? Did you leave him a couple of clues behind?” The pretentious smirk that he usually used to dismiss his peers acquired a different meaning whenever his attention was set on Dove. Because unlike the rest of the people who sat in their classroom every day, Archer thought she understood; she was in on every one of his jokes. At least that’s the way it worked in his mind. “That’s smart, because there was no way in hell I’d share this with him.” Those words were the cue for him to shake the envelope in his hand with far too much pride for someone who’d arrived at the spot no longer than three or four minutes before her. Finding the clues was difficult, as he’d figured out so far, but actually deciphering them was an entirely different odyssey.

#jesus christ i don't know how to write starters lmao #txt. archer harrington. #—archer & dove. #thursdaygrl

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›     closed starter for @swtsours. | plot in source.

“You know what, baby? I’m really fucking done with this place.” There was something dangerous about the saccharine smile on her face, or maybe it was just the murderous glint in her orbs. Chloe wasn’t someone quick to anger, but in her defense, she’d just sat there and listened to a very drunken version of her partner’s best friend all but propose to them. So, from her perspective, she was practically a saint for waiting that long. “Why don’t we try to get a bit of fresh air, yeah? We can come back to your friends later.”

#txt. chloe prescott. #swtsours #hope she's okay!!

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“That sounds like the oldest line in the book, if you ask me.” Despite her accusation, Annie felt enraptured. She liked receiving attention, thrived under it, especially if it was Dawson’s. And taking a break from their routines sounded exactly like the kind of opportunity they deserved to have fun. “But let’s say I believe you. What have you got in mind? Is there anything we should do first?”

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"hey, i'm serious. i wasn't even gonna come on this trip if you weren't."

#txt. annie swanson. #—annie & dawson. #thursdaygrl #hope she's ok!! she's an actress (or she wants to be lol) and is perpetually chasing strong emotions bc she believes real artists need that

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“For someone who broke your heart, they really haven’t stopped looking at you the entire night.” Celeste was annoyed, doing her absolute best not to act like she was staring at her friend’s ex. She shouldn’t have cared about the attention, but in her defense, there was a lot of nerve in that sort of shamelessness. “What do you say? Should we make them jealous?” Perhaps it was a childish thing to do, but she'd never intended to be the most mature person in the room.

#txt. celeste golding. #alltooxwell #hope she's okay!!

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“Why don’t you get off that pedestal you love to place yourself on for a few minutes and tell me… because I’ve always been dying to ask—” They’d been the ones to start it, taunting and mocking when the vodka Willow had been drinking felt heavy on her tone. She wasn’t sure what it was, but watching them fight with that best friend of theirs gave her a thrill, and now she had no other choice but to twist the knife a bit deeper. It was just a part of her nature. “Does it ever get boring? To live your life like the funny-but-never-interesting-enough little sidekick?”

#txt. willow graves. #angclnumber #hope this is okay!!

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“Please, I need you to do this for me.” Asking for help and begging made Delilah uneasy. But she was willing to endure any kind of suffering if it meant not having to deal with a long weekend of family disappointment. That was the entire reason why she stood at their doorway, speaking in record time, not even waiting to be invited in. “My parents love you; they do—they like you more than they like me. I didn’t have the heart to tell them we broke up.” If her voice got a little weak, then she didn’t want to analyze it. “So—how do you feel about coming with me to a wedding? Everyone says it will be fun.” The brunette offered an unconvinced smile.

#txt. delilah bates. #spoiliage #haven’t written her in ages and she’s one of my faves <3

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“Look, I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m determined to be extremely fucking mature about this.” Not that her tone or her words did anything to support Sylvia’s case. “I want to have a nice holiday, and I was doing my best not to make the energy weird in the car ride, but do you think anyone will want to switch rooms?” They’d arrived less than half an hour before, but in the midst of all the anticipation and panic, the blonde had forgotten they were supposed to share a room. Which would’ve been incredible two weeks ago, but now it was too soon after the heartbreak.

#txt. sylvia gilmore. #cinnamcroll #hope this is okay!!

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Leave it to Antoine to always find a way to paint a pink shade over her concerns. “Romantic? I don’t know—Burton and Taylor, Gatsby and Daisy, Romeo and Juliet? Last time I checked, it didn’t end well for any of them.” The blonde was half-joking, the playful tone filtering into her voice because she didn’t believe they were in some life-threatening situation. Still, it made her uneasy. Annie would love to be braver, to just roll her eyes at others’s opinions when they dared to act as if they knew the first thing about them, but, god, she prayed they were all wrong. Because even if she wanted to behave, there was no way she’d ever leave him. “You know I don’t; what would that say about me? If I were here and believed in everything they say… honestly, I think they’d find a way to criticize me for anything I do or don’t.” She could be auditioning for the virginal debutant or for the cheating whore; it didn’t matter, ‘cause people would scoff under their breath and mumble about what a farce she was. It was the price of being an actress, maybe. “But you don’t care, really? ‘The aspiring director who gets into his protagonist's panties’, ‘he’s just using her to get her naked on screen’, ‘he’s done it before’? They're vicious.”

"you don't think that's kind of romantic? a sort of... forbidden love type deal?" antoine hummed around the stick of gum he'd slipped past his lips, only half listening to annie as she once again elaborated on other people's hesitance on their relationship. for what reason, he didn't know, but he'd never been fond of not getting what he wanted and as sweet as it was that she cared about what others were saying, he had long since jumped over that hurdle. "you must be spouting some pretty dirty shit to them if they're that mad about us... like, you don't think i'm that bad, do you?"

#txt. annie swanson. #—annie & antoine. #thcophagy

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There was no explanation for her to hide behind. She’d felt out of balance, raging, and fearless. And acting on her impulses didn’t usually mean to walk straight into trouble, but River got her to lose any sense of decorum in the middle of the bar. And she could have adored anyone who caused such a visceral reaction in her if it hadn’t been them. It wasn’t even about the kiss; it was about how much she liked it—the feeling of her hands on her, the sparks that traveled across her skin, the ease with which she opened her mouth as soon as imperious fingers moved to her jaw in a wordless order. Sylvia could only blush when they broke apart for an instant, lids heavy on the azure orbs that focused intensely on River’s lips, still too lost in it to even stop and process the question. So, instead of replying, she fucking gasped once they kissed her again, a surprised and almost needy sound she could’ve felt proud of if the person most likely to make fun of her wasn’t precisely the one who heard it. “No, shit, sorry—I know I shouldn’t have...” The blonde whispered over the other’s lips, her shaky hand still tangled in dark strands of hair. Her mind was moving in a hundred different directions, and while her body urged her to shut up and finally do something she’d wanted to ever since they met, her reason begged her to stop acting like a confused, chaotic mess. “But you are so fuckin’ annoying, running your mouth, calling me princess, acting like you have me all figured out, and I just—yeah, no, this is a terrible idea, isn’t it?” What she meant by ‘this’ wasn’t clear to her, something evident in the tenuous laugh she let out; it could be kissing again, discovering that there was a way for them to take out all the frustration they made each other feel, or daring to find out what would happen if they didn’t stop. 

Getting Sylvia to snap at them in response to their sneaky little retort felt like a win, which was evident by the smug look that quickly adorned their features. "You're sounding less and less sure by the second, princess... but whatever you say." In their eyes whatever battle they were fighting had begun to lean distinctly to their side, but she wasn't going to back down any time soon. The blonde was defiant in response, though, refusing to break this little moment between them and the rising tension. With her so close, River could see that glint in her eye, the hint of maybe something other than complete and utter distaste. Their chin ticked up just a touch, the corner of their mouth lifting, but that cocky look on her face was wiped away quickly by the blonde leaned down to kiss her suddenly. It stole the breath from them, yet there wasn't even a little bit of an urge to push her away. Much the opposite, in fact. River's hands were just as harsh about grabbing what they could, a hand sliding to her waist, bunching her shirt at her stomach. Their other hand found her jaw, their lips parting to deepen the kiss, as if to prove that she wouldn't be taken off guard by it. It wasn't until she needed to breathe that River truly took it in, pulling back to stare at Sylvia in awe for a moment. "What the fuck?" They blinked, gaze shooting from her eyes down to her mouth again before they leaned back up instinctively, as if drawn in by an invisible force.

#sylvia is the living representation of gay disaster and she's valid for that! #txt. sylvia gilmore. #—sylvia & river. #thursdaygrl

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DRIVE-AWAY DOLLS (2024) dir. Ethan Coen

#hii 👉👈 (with the intention of crying if i don’t get to write this) #*wanted plots

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“Just a tad.” Maude confessed as if she’d been caught red-handed. Who cared if her tone got that bossy edge when she urged her girlfriend to kiss her hard? It wasn’t like Lily didn’t love when she got like that; she’d been eager to oblige. The raven-haired woman let out a weak hum in acknowledgment once her doubt was resolved, pouting without even meaning to. Had she felt meaner, stronger, she would’ve cooed and asked if she really believed she needed to come for a fourth time—if she thought she’d been good enough, deserving. But all she truly wanted at that moment was to give the world to the girl in between her arms, and that involved pleasing her until she was nothing but a puddle of delight against the bedsheets. Even if, currently, Maude felt like she could fit in that description just as well. “Poor thing; someone like you shouldn’t be kept waiting.” Though it was sweet that the blonde was willing to put her own pleasure on hold when it came to making sure she gave her girlfriend what she needed. She’d always been like that—generous and devoted, always ready to prove how good she was. She couldn’t even know if she laughed in appreciation for the kisses pressed against her skin or for the mention of stepping into the shower, as if there was any debate around it. “Lily, I mean this so fuckin’ seriously… if you think you’ll ever be able to mention a shower together without having me buzzing at the thought, you’re almost offensively mistaken.” One of her hands moved down the other’s body, her possessive touch turning into a tight grip once she got to the soft skin of her hips, encouraging her to continue her movements. If any marks bloomed under her fingers, she’d have no option but to kiss them in apology. “Use me, baby. But slowly, I don’t want you to exhaust yourself.” It wasn’t a fair thing to ask, especially when she spread her legs a little further, trying to angle her body just right and letting out a barely hearable moan once her own hips arched—a first tentative grind against the blonde. It wasn’t as precise as bringing down her other hand to work dirtily on her clit, but just the thought of making a mess on her girl’s body was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her. “Let me feel you clenching against my thigh, Lil.” She kissed her again, her own words getting swallowed by the desperation to lick into her mouth and give her something to work with. And shit, she loved all of it. Their small facets, from the passionate, feverish moment in the kitchen to the lazy making out as they moved against each other’s bodies, knowing they had all the time in the world now that they were back together.

Maude's inherent dominance in all things sexual between them only made moments like these sweeter ; when she was pleading with Lily and turning boneless as she rode out an orgasm that the blonde had caused. "Good? Amazing? World ending?" the blonde laughed, raised her head and slowly dragged her tongue along her bottom lip. Maude's taste was everywhere, just how she liked it. In her absence it was safe to say Lily had spiralled, without an anchor to tie her down it felt like she was just floating, pushing herself through the motions while missing Maude with a strength that almost killed her. No other girl had made her feel that way, so desperate for her touch and presence that she'd grasped the pillow they'd slept on and shoved it between her own legs. "Anything for you", she beamed, fingers easing themselves out of her girl's pussy, running them tenderly along the edges of her slick folds. Maude's pussy truly was the most beautiful she'd ever laid eyes on, pink and puffy with that hooded clit practically screaming at Lily to wrap her lips around it. The praise that was always sure to tumble from Maude's mouth following an orgasm never failed to make her own stomach flip, cheeks redden ever so slightly at the knowledge that she had done a great job ; what was better than that? "Bossy again? Thought you got that fucked out of you", she teased, though was more than eager to press her lips against her girlfriend's, hand resting gently against her cheek. Lily didn't know how long the pair had spent with their lips locked together, all she knew was that it made her feel like she was back where she belonged — a lost teddy that had been reunited with it's owner. "i . . . mm, no. i didn't", teeth nip at Maude's bottom lip as her thigh pushed between Lily's legs, pressing against the soaked core that had been so close. But it hadn't been about her, it was about Maude and getting to flatten her tongue against that juicy cunt and slide her fingers inside those tight walls. "I don't know if a year would be enough though, kind of being a little hopeful there", grin stretched across soft lips, peppering kisses to the raven haired femme's mouth. "But I could be persuaded to relocate if we're taking that shower together." It was so easy to rest her body down on Maude's thigh, so natural. Skin to skin contact made her sigh, lids fluttering as she rolled her hips just a little, to test out how thrilling it felt to smear her wetness over her girl's skin. "I'm not going to turn it down baby, a free orgasm?" Hues rolled alongside her hips, fingers threading through those midnight locks as Maude's lips travelled along her hot skin.

#txt. maude seong. #—maude & lily. #ringdcwns

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The sharp words didn’t hurt her; the blonde had seen them coming from miles away. “Give me a break, Sunny. You’re just pissed off that even when I sound bad, I’m still stealing the show from you.” Celeste didn’t believe for a second she’d been out of tune, even when she knew she’d rushed before it was the moment for her note. Still, it was hard for her not to be defensive when every mistake would be met with absolute disdain. Whatever image people had of musicians—the naturality, the raw talent, the carelessness—it didn’t match with the dense air you could breathe during their rehearsals. “Has it ever occurred to you that they’d prefer to see us having fun instead of being so worried about being perfect? If you didn't walk around the stage with a stick up your ass, maybe you’d be able to remember that we’re not a fucking classics orchestra.” The mere concept was hilarious as she stood in front of her with her stiletto heels, joggers that’d definitely seen better days, and a lilac sports bra. If Sunny wanted to act as if she were at the New York Philharmonic, that was on her. “Live a little, yeah?”

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featuring: sunny luo, twenty-six, lesbian, pop star.

plot: after booking their first big festival, rehearsals have been in full swing and tensions are higher than ever with sunny and celeste clashing at every possible convenience, flaunting their talents in each other's faces in place of being outright and admitting their feelings.

"were you, like, purposely out of tune?" the sound of sunny's sparkling pink platforms against the stage floor echoed throughout the empty venue, a sound somehow more deafening than any music they'd played in the last hour of rehearsals. the rest of the band grew silent as she strutted over to celeste, stopping mere inches away from her before jutting a hip out for her to rest a hand on. "is it a new style you're trying? you're trying to be, i don't know, eclectic? it doesn't work. you know what to play, so keep to it. this isn't the time to be exploring or whatever. got it?" there was no reason to be so forward with her criticisms other than because it was celeste and she refused to be soft on her. things had always been heated between them, always escalated by the fact that sunny refused to ever bow down during an argument. something small would grow and grow till it could fill a whole stadium, luckily they had a way of killing the tension when they needed to but until that breaking point, sunny found herself almost gleeful to be in opposition with the other woman.

#txt. celeste golding. #—celeste & sunny. #thcophagy #i'm so excited about them!!!