ASK MY MUSES ABOUT THINGS THEY DID IN CANON
ask if they regretted something or wanted to do something else, ask what they were thinking when they did something, ask what they think of another canon character. ask.
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ask if they regretted something or wanted to do something else, ask what they were thinking when they did something, ask what they think of another canon character. ask.
FOR THE JEALOUS
“ Do I have something to worry about? ”
“ Should I be concerned how close you and ___ are? ”
“ Why do you spend so much time with them? ”
“ It looks like you have more fun with them than with me. ”
“ I’m NOT jealous. ”
“ Would you rather be with them? ”
“ I’ll just leave you two alone, I guess. ”
“ I’m not blind, you’ve been staring at them all night. ”
“ Why are they calling you at this time of night? ”
“ Could you stop flirting with them for one minute? ”
“ I don’t like the way they look at you. ”
“ I don’t like the way you look at them. ”
“ Do they know that you’re with me? ”
“ Is there someone else? ”
FOR THE OBJECT OF JEALOUSY
“ Oh my god, are you jealous? ”
“ You cannot possibly be this insecure! ”
“ They’re just a friend, I swear. ”
“ Don’t be ridiculous, I love you. ”
“ What is going on with you lately? ”
“ ___ is just a friend. ”
“ I have NOT been flirting. ”
“ How long have you been stressing yourself out about this? ”
“ I’m allowed to have friends, you know. ”
“ What’s your problem? ”
“ There is NOTHING for you to worry about. ”
“ You know I love you. ”
“ What are you talking about! ”
Rachel had never dealt well with REJECTION -- admittedly at times it had made her spiteful. Times like tonight. She was dating one of the most POPULAR boys in school, but he was so EMBARRASSED to be seen with her that he insisted they keep it secret. Alcohol in her veins mixed with the way he was flirting with that pretty blonde cheerleader made the jealous diva WANT to act out. If he could flirt, she could. And who better to flirt with than his own sister? “You know?” She slurred her words, scooting closer to the other girl -- invading her space, chin perched up on her shoulder. People said she was a CLINGY drunk. “You probably won’t believe me, but I’m dating your brother. Don’t even know why. You are way more attractive than him.”
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With fingers pulling softly at her hair she had no reason to complain – especially when the bitter - sweet taste of Rachel exploded over her tongue. She moaned, soft and satisfied with the taste when her tongue slipped back into her mouth, savouring the taste. “Good wow?” She asked, voice soft with the moment - but she gave no time for Rachel to answer before her lips were closing around the woman’s clit.
While she sucked softly, she carefully let the pink fabric go so that she could slide digits along the woman’s wet opening - teasing ever so slightly, but not sliding in.
Rachel didn’t curse often, but she was more than a little TEMPTED to do so right now -- clit thrumming AGONIZINGLY. She didn’t know what she needed, but she knew she needed more. Marina moaning at the taste of her nearly pushed the virgin over the edge. She’d never imagined someone getting turned on by her -- let alone, the taste of her. “A--Fuck.” That curse slipped out when the gorgeous girl wrapped hot lips around her clit. It felt so GOOD. She never wanted it to stop. “As I was saying.” Shaky breath. “A fantastic wow.”
“Mmm...” Moans rumbled up her throat, head lulling back, as she gave a HARSHER yank at silky hair -- URGING the girl to do more. Get closer. Somehow. “No one has ever been inside. . .there.” Not even herself. Her virginity was very SACRED to her, she was saving it for someone special. Or, she had been. This entire situation had disaster waiting to happen afterwards written all over it, but right now, Rachel couldn’t listen to her rational side.
“I will be a military doctor which means I will be gone for months, chances of checking in will be limited due to time difference and if you are despereate for someone elses attention while I am still here, I just fear what will happen once I will be oversea. I want to be the only one for you, Rachel Berry. That’s what I wanted from the moment I bumped into you infront of the MoMa. I wanted to be the person you come to if you need help, if you want fuck, that you come to me and I wanted you to want me the exact same way as I want you, but how could I trust you. I am still here and you are messing around with others or anyone who compliments you or grants you their attention for a few seconds. All I ever wanted was to be enough for you, but the longer we are having this conversation the more I feel like this is just a dream I had, nothing more and nothing less. You are a limelight hog and a fan-favourite…how should I ever compete with your first love…”
Rachel had FORGOTTEN how to speak -- voice lodged in her larynx as she stared up at the other woman who was giving an elaborate speech. One she could remember back in high school LONGING to hear. From anyone. She knew Victoria was right about the distance. . .She’d always been a clingy, needy person. ESPECIALLY when she was in love. She was the girl who followed around the football player with “Team Finn” shirts and made calendars with their faces on it. She was the one who wanted him to quit the team so he wouldn’t get attention from anyone but her. “I’m not messing around with Dean...” Rachel’s ego wouldn’t allow that one to pass without defending -- she hadn’t done ANYTHING physical with him. Emotionally, maybe. He was in one of her dance classes. He was a sweet guy. But, she hadn’t known the SEVERITY of Victoria’s feelings until now. “You don’t...need to compete with him.” Finn had passed away recently -- maybe that fresh scar was why she was so closed to the idea of falling in love again. “You don’t need to compete with anyone. I’ve always appreciated you. I should, I know I should show it better. My ambition and pride blind me. I just...” She didn’t know what else to say. Could she say she LOVED the blonde? Not with certainty. She DEFINITELY didn’t think she could handle the distance. It felt DOOMED. “I apologize, I’m at a loss for words.”
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When she nodded, it was paired with a soft hum. She thought the uncertainty in Rachel’s voice was sweet – but she had no idea the reasoning behind it. With her mouth so close to the woman’s arousal, it was hard to stop herself from giving into her own urges and having a taste; she could already see the way arousal was beginning to soak the woman’s panties. “Okay,” she repeated in a soft voice, glancing up to meet Rachel’s eyes once more when she saw the way the brunette fiddled with her own fingers. She reached up with one hand and guided it to her head, “pull my hair if you want,” she said; it was what she really wanted though. Marina had discovered she liked it – liked being held.
With her hand pressed against one of Rachel’s, she leaned between the woman’s thighs again. This time, she couldn’t help but touch; her fingers from her free hand pulled the fabric aside. “Fuck,” she muttered. That was all that she said before she licked over Rachel’s swollen clit.
Tugging her full bottom lip between her teeth -- she chewed at it, almost worried she would draw BLOOD, as she stared down from the couch at the woman between her thighs. Fiddling interrupted when Marina took one of her small hands and guided it to her head. “I can---I can do that.” Rachel nodded CONFIDENTLY. Once she knew what to do, she would ALWAYS try and execute anything flawlessly. Crazy little perfectionist. Slender digits slid through blonde strands -- nails scraping at scalp as Rachel pulled at roots gently (at first). A soft tentative tug.
Feeling Marina’s fingers yank her panties to the side -- that hot breath rushing across her most sensitive of places, she couldn’t help but GASP. Sharp intake of air whistling through her teeth and down her throat. Small chest heaving, dark eyes fluttering. NO ONE had ever done this. Finn had tried to touch her breasts a few times, but not down there. “Mmm...” Rachel whined, skeletal hips jutting forward at the contact and fingers digging deeper into scalp. Body QUAKING. “Wow.”
Victoria felt the blood boiling in her veins and she could barely controle herself anymore. “You really don’t get the point, right?”, Victoria was now just as loud as Rachel was. She may not be a stage actress but she was a member of the army corps for god’s sake. If she needed to she could be loud too and so she was screaming now, probably audible for the whole block. “You make me feel like nothing but a accessoire to your collection, you demand and demand and demand and if I am not living up to your ridiculous expectations you dropp me and get what you think you need from someone else, objectifiying me to a smile orgasm tool and that is unfair”, her voice turned into a growl, picking up the phone to give it back to Rachel. “It’s probably better if you take your things and leave for now…”
“I’m still waiting for your point.” Rachel sucked in her cheeks and bit down so viciously on them she was SURE they would start to bleed -- jaw tight, dark eyes hard and angry as she listened to the other. WAITING for this “supposed” point. She’d never had ANYONE yell at her like Victoria was. Being an only child her dads had always spoiled her -- made sure she knew that she was special, bought her things, entered her into singing competitions. Not once had either of them screamed at her. Truth be told, it intimidated the Hell out of her, but just like bullies back in high school she wasn’t going to ALLOW Victoria the satisfaction of knowing that.
“That is not true! Why do you keep saying these things?” Taking a faux confident step toward the blonde she grabbed her phone back and stared up into those pretty eyes. Tears SWIRLING around in her own big brown eyes -- she PRAYED the other couldn’t tell how close she was to breaking down in a pool of dramatic tears. “I haven’t dropped you. In case you missed the memo, I’m right here. I’m with YOU. Not him. Not anyone else.” Eyes fluttered closed and she let out a SHAKY breath. “It’s not for now. If I walk out that door, I won’t come back. Is that what you want?”
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“You really wore that?” She questioned, locking the bathroom door behind her. It was a busy party - she didn’t want anybody to walk in on her when she approached the girl. Wynter glanced towards the bathroom stalls, but dismissed them once she saw all the doors were open. Her heels were loud across the tile floor as she walked to the women, almost predatory in the way she looked at her. She’d been watching her the entire night. “You’re a tease.”
@orgyofmuses
“I am an adult and you are NOT my mother. You do not get to dictate what I wear.” Rachel could not have HATED this woman more if she TRIED. After Finn died, leaving Broadway, her television show failing, she’d come home to Lima Ohio with some HOPE for a semblance of normality. To find out her dads were getting a divorce and that one of them had met a girl -- questioned his entire sexuality for her -- well, it was the straw that BROKE the camel’s back. Her life was wasted potential. She’d given up on dreams. Turned to alcohol, sex, drugs, anything and everything to fill the void. She’d worn a hot little dress tonight -- showed off her body. She planned to meet up with Dean, fuck around, have some fun. Get LOST. “Preying on dad’s daughter now, are you? You really are disgusting. As if I’d ever do anything with you! Haven’t you destroyed my family enough?” Spiteful words were SPAT with venom, but she couldn’t deny the curiosity that overtook her. Way Wynter was looking at her was definitely intriguing.
---Rachel stop being a selfish Diva and let my other muses play. lol
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“No? You’re so pretty though,” she complimented, glancing down at the woman’s thighs as her legs began to part. Marina’s heart was beating in her ears with the anticipation of getting what she wanted, but she didn’t let how eager she was ruin the slow moment ; she wanted to savour this. “You’re overdue, then.” Her giggle was soft and gleeful as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to Rachel’s inner thighs. When she looked back up to the brunette, she had her bottom lip between her teeth and a soft hum escaping the back of her throat. “C’mere,” she said, reaching behind Rachel to guide her closer to the edge of the couch. When she was finally there, Marina dropped her head again, this time kissing the woman’s inner thigh once before she cooed, “I’m gonna make you feel so much better.”
“You---You think I’m pretty?” Honestly, Marina had her at the word “pretty.” Almost all doubts had washed away -- her biggest FEAR when it came to intercourse was getting pregnant. She had plans to get pregnant at the age of twenty-five, after she had won a bunch of Tony Awards. It was a RARITY that Rachel Berry heard those words -- Jesse had said them, but then he had proceeded to manipulate her and smash eggs in her face. She could still hear the baby chickens SCREAMING. “That is true.” Marina was laughing, but the starlet was obsessive about scheduling things. She truly did have set scheduled days to relax. Albeit, they never wound up feeling relaxing. Rachel gasped, heart JUMPING against her rib-cage when the gorgeous blonde delivered a soft kiss to the sensitive flesh of her thigh. ‘God, I hope she can’t smell how aroused I am right now. That would be utterly humiliating.’ “Okay.” The word a soft whisper as it tumbled over full lips -- she’d lost CONTROL of herself. Arousal was pooling against the fabric of her favorite pair of panties. Pink with gold stars. She’d made out with Finn hundreds of times and never felt so much NEED. Propped up on the edge of the couch, the brunette uncomfortably fiddled her fingers -- what should she do with her hands?
“I like it. I like the new me.”
When Kati had moved into the neighbourhood because of her brother’s fear that someone might had tracked her down, so he made her move yet again and she had been so lucky to find a friend so quickly. Jamie was a real sweetheart and that was why Kati hadn’t thought twice about dating him. Where was the problem with that? And she kinda got a real family ontop of that, given the fact that Nathan and Haley had kind of adopted her as a family member from the getgo.
“No. He sent me a message that the training will take longer and I should just jump into the pool without him and he will come over later with the boys”, she said, feeling so at home in the Scott-household that she probably spent more time there then in her own home. Damn she even slept ther most days because the way back to her appartement would be much too long, at least from Haley’s perspective. “And thank you for making me lunch, that is more then I can ask for actually…”
“He did?” Haley trusted Kati like she’d trust anyone in her FAMILY -- which was precisely what she had become. Not unlike Brooke, who had been welcomed in as Jamie’s aunt some years ago. She almost saw the young girl as her daughter, which was what made these perverse feelings she was having toward her all the more DISGUSTING. ‘Pry your eyes away from the child.’ Her mind taunted sarcastically, and she did just that, returning her dark gaze to the food she was preparing. A light chicken and salad lunch. “He didn’t text me to tell me.” Jamie used to be so ATTACHED to her -- he’d text her all the time, these days he didn’t. It was weird, but it was all part of growing up.
The older woman nearly LAUGHED when Kati thanked her -- it was absolutely precious. Over the years, she had admittedly, started to feel taken for granted. She loved her husband and her children, but they’d stopped thanking her for the little things LONG ago. “You don’t gotta thank me. You’re practically my baby girl at this point. Gotta make sure you're healthy.” ‘She looks PLENTY healthy to me---stop checking out a child! Jeeze. I should really call Nathan tonight.’ “Did you wanna help me with lunch, and then I could join you at the pool while we wait for him?”
"You're my naughty little slut, aren't you, Berry?"
“Yes. Your good little naughty slut.”
Since getting accepted into NYADA, Rachel’s life had twisted upside-down -- not in a bad way, simply a way she hadn’t been expecting. She could still remember Finn breaking up with her, telling her to leave for New York and follow her dreams. How DEVASTATED she’d been -- how she’d thought she could never make it anywhere without him and his love. This---This wasn’t LOVE, but it was fun. Being away from her dads. From the closed minds of Lima Ohio. Experiencing life. Sex. If she ran into who she was back in high school, that Rachel would likely SCOLD her -- letting a man speak to her this way. But it felt GOOD, and him being proud of her made her feel SPECIAL.
“What do you want to do with my body today?”
”Well apparently people in the states seem to be blinder then I ever thought they would be”, Kati said, not sure wether she was going to enjoy this vacation far away from her beloved St. Petersburg or not. She already missed the russian weather but chilling with Rachel was promising so she just went with the flow, hoping that it would turn out to be great.
“That’s far too much honor for me, Rachel…though we russian woman seem to have a reputation around the globe”, she said jokingly, grabbing her glass of vodka to take a sip while her eyes wandered over the other girl, trying to figure out what she was thinking, having the impression to see a spark of lust and hunger in her eyes.
“Trust me, people here do not find me attractive. I cannot go a single day without someone calling me ‘dwarf’ or ‘man-hands’. It’s actually quite flattering---Thank you.” What was it about Kati’s worldliness that only made her that much MORE alluring to Rachel? Aside from the time the glee club had gone to New York City for Nationals, she’d never been out of Lima Ohio. Brows knit together in slight confusion at the mention of a “reputation,” call it childish innocence, but she wasn’t sure what the other was talking about. “I’ve never even been out of “the states” as you call them---cute, by the way. Russia must be so romantic and beautiful!” Of course, all of Rachel’s EXPERIENCE came from cheesy movies she watched in the confines of her own room.
A pause, and the diva eyed her glass of vodka on the table. She’d made the mistake of drinking once before -- she’d found out she was a CLINGY drunk. Overwhelmingly so. Annoyingly so--at least Finn seemed to think so. But, one drink couldn’t hurt. Reaching for the glass she took a gulp off it -- face scrunching up in DISGUST as it burned down her throat. “I don’t mean to sound ignorant, but what reputation were you talking about?”
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Intelligent beyond her years, the blonde had little worry when it came to school, or what her future was going to look like; she’d gotten into college with minimal effort - so when she wasn’t studying, she was trying to make the most of the last months of her first year in college. She’d almost forgotten how difficult others found high school to be, so she was only trying to make the other woman relax. “Vocal classes to start in –– what?” Marina smiled and brought her hands up to Rachel’s thighs. Her touch was soft - careful, even. Brows arched when her hands started to slip underneath Rachel’s skirt, pushing it up slowly. But even with more skin revealed, her eyes didn’t leave the brunettes.
“I’m not implying anything – I’m just saying I can make you relax a little bit – if you want me to..”
“I---um. I apologize, I forgot what I was saying. You distracted me. I’ve never had anyone prostrate themselves before me like this. I mean sure, Finn has attempted to cop a feel or two, but this. . .” Rachel’s voice caught in her throat when the other woman’s fingers started tickling up her thighs -- soft, gentle touches that left the diva’s skin BURNING. Everywhere the blonde touched left behind a trail of FIRE. “I’ve never. No one’s ever touched me like this.” Finn was inexperienced -- his touches CLUMSY and fumbling. Puck had been ROUGH. Not that she didn’t appreciate that treatment -- his bad boy reputation had always turned her on, but this, this was NEW. Toned thighs started to spread despite herself -- mind losing the battle with her body. And those pretty eyes, such pretty eyes, staring up at her. Such a beautiful girl. ‘How can she want me?’ “It could be nice. My last scheduled relaxation period was weeks ago.”
“What?”, Victoria was simply puzzled. Yes they were from different worlds, she a med student who would later work in the army, Rachel a broadway starlet that had a bunch of admirers waiting at the stage door every night, so why was she even bothering…but then there was this other part of her, the one who had really fallen for the bruenette, the one who wanted more then a quick sex for her almost constant hunger for sex. “Because I don’t tell you every five seconds that I think you are the most beautiful woman I know, that I am drawn to you and that I cannot imagine anything more beautiful then waiting untill you come home, have breathtaking sex with you because I can’t keep my hands off of you only to wake you up in the morining with eating out your pussy and a cup of coffee, because of that you decide to leave? When was the last time you have told me that I am beautiful or that you are proud that I managed to be at the top of my class for the first time…oh yeah I forgot, you never asked me about that because you don’t fucking care about my life, my goals or my family, because except for being an orgasm guarantee I am not good for anything”, Vic knew that this was unfair, but she wanted Rachel to be in pain just like she was in pain…
“Oh, no, no, no, no! I am not DECIDING to leave, you gave me an ultimatum and I am choosing to ignore it entirely. I’m not some Lima loser in glee club any longer, I am a STAR, and people are going to compliment me---if that bothers you, CLEARLY this is not going to work.” Was Rachel allowing her emotions to dictate and acting completely irrational? Yes, yes she was. It was one of her biggest faults. When she fell in love, she fell hard. When she got angry, RAGE spilled out of every single pore on her body. She was FURIOUS! “That is SO not true and you know it!” An aggressive huff passed her full lips -- sending bangs flying up in the air as she threw what belongings she’d gathered onto the floor. “I have always supported you in your dreams! Of course I’m proud of you! You are an amazingly talented woman and the most beautiful woman I have ever met!” Did she praise Victoria on the daily? Admittedly no. Sometimes she could get so self-involved and OBSESSED with her own success that she forgot about those around her. Blinded by ambition. Just this argument was giving her flashbacks to when Finn said he didn’t want to just follow her around New York carrying her bags. Maybe she wasn’t appreciative enough. “You need to see my phone so badly, here.” Crossing the room, she dug her cellphone out of her purse and handed it over to the blonde. “Happy now?”