#muse reader

[epiphyllum32]

MUSE

Teaser

basketball player juhoon x muse reader x swimmer keonho

Syn. Being a muse is fun, but gaining attention from boys when you're a manhater could be worse, especially when two known varsity players competing with each other for your attention is much worser. and you know what? fuck it, you finally gave them what they’ve been wanting. What could eventually happen anyways.

contains and warning: profanity, reader lowk played them, toxic reader, obsessive behavior, misandrist reader, party animals, alcohol consumption, angst, fluff(?), bimbo/gimp reader, fluff, yearning, college setting, love triangle, fling, unattainable, yearning, etc.

Disclaimer:

All characters, locatons organizatons, and events depicted in these pages are entirely the product of the author's imagination.

Any resemblance to real-lite individuals, groups, or events is purely coincidental and unintentional.

Trigger Warning:

This work contains strong language and themes that may be uncomfortable or unsuitable for some readers.

Gentle Reminder:

This content does not reflect the author's personal beliefs. The thoughts expressed belong solely to a fictional character who is navigating ner own stucces riease oo not compare the character's mindset to the author's real life

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Your POV

The sun radiates a warm and blinding light. Once you opened the curtains, you looked at the time 6:15am.

 “It's gonna be a long day today” you muttered silently to yourself as you stretched your arms out. You mentally prepare yourself to start your day as usual since you have practice today for your pageantry to represent your program.

You've been doing pageantry since you were a kid so you (almost) get used to this routine, you only took this as a hobby anyways, so it's nothing serious for you. You also didn't expect to win multiple contests, many people have been rooting for you since then. But because of the exposure you got, you also started to gain more popularity leading to getting brand deals. 

As you were about to head out of your unit, you put on sunglasses because of the scorching sun. You sigh deeply as you can already feel what's about to happen this day.

*AFTER PRACTICE*

Once you get home, your phone starts blowing up by Martin asking you to come to his party. You know you always refuse his request but end up going anyway. 

6:45pm

Martin

“HEEYY Y/N”

“How's your practice btw?”

“I'm throwing a party tonight, wanna come?”

“Y/N please come, our friends are coming to yk”

“You can't say no to this pretty guy right?”

“It's not fun without you😔”

“BROO IM BEGGING PLS WE HAVE YOUR FAVE DRINKS TOO”

Y/N

“STOP BLOWING UP MY FUCKING PHONE BRO FFS”

“and NO, I'm NOT going there”

“PLS let me rest, I'm literally tired from practices”

Martin

“But Y/N this is only once pls, it's not like you're gonna experience this again”

“You did say, You Only Live Once right??”

“Or are you not coming bc youre scared you'll see [redacted] LOL”

Y/N

“Stop bringing him up im gonna kill you”

“and NO i'm not fucking scared of his shitty ass”

“yk what? fine. I'm going, but only on one condition”

Martin

“👀👀”

“YEESSS WOOOHOOO”

“OKAY OKAY WHAT IS IT”

Y/N 

“stop setting me up with your ugly ass hbs who want nothing serious with me” 

Martin

“...”

“eerrmm”

Y/N

“Got it?”

Martin 

“Alright alrighttt”

When it comes to Martin, he'll never not pull some dumb shits on you. Little did you know that Martin already did some shit before inviting you.

JUHOON

Juhoon is quite a recondite and remains laconic with his words to any girl who tries anything with him, it was evident that he wasn't interested in anyone. So when he showed interest in you—it took everyone by surprise. It was unusual for him. When it comes to Juhoon, he never gives up easily, he would do anything I mean ANYTHING just to get what he wants; no one gets in his way, not even Keonho. He only interacts with you when you're with your mutual friends, he always make sure you were comfortable or anything even if you aren't that close to each other; he's pretty observant to you bc he notices everything abt you and that surprises you when he point out little details about you that you didn't even notice yourself. He's a pretty chill and nice guy to you, unlike Keonho who has an opposite personality–but you'd say that they're both good in their own ways.

When he got home after talking to Martin to school before leaving, he immediately went to his room to find an outfit for the party as Martin said that you'd be coming too (before even asking you to come). 

He head to the party way too early, too excited to see you.

KEONHO

Keonho is one of the typical popular guy who's naturally charismatic with his playful personality, he's pretty much a competitive one too. He manages his way to get close to you easily as he shoots his shot whenever he sees you, never missing a day without greeting and playfully tease when he sees you—also throwing a compliment from time to time. He would drop to his knees if you ever demanded him to, everyone knew and your mama about his interests in you bc he's not afraid to show it to you. This is also how Juhoon found out about Keonho's interest in you. He's pretty annoying especially when you guys aren't even close and him being a year younger than you doesn't help, you only knew him bc he's friends with Martin (of course he is) but you eventually got used to his pestering. 

As soon as he heard that you'd be coming, he reluctantly agreed with his friends invite. 

Y/N 

On your way to the party, you're debating whether your decisions right now is right, you should've been sleeping right now or watching your comfort movies or listening to podcast while you're crafting; but no—you're already at  the backseat of your friend's car as she picked you up to your building, just in case you “escape” from us. You're staring at the window looking as the building's and people pass by quickly in the dark street, only illuminating a warm light from the lamp post.

“everyone from uni is coming tonight”

“girl this party is gonna be lit, you're not gonna regret coming with us” Iroha added

“yea I hope so” you replied with an awkward tone as you lowered your head to see your newly bought bag fidgeting with it. You don't know why you feel slightly uncomfortable and unsure right now, but this would probably go away as soon as you enter the party.

After getting to the destination which is one of Martin's Parent's properties, you hop out the backseat and adjust your mini skirt down. You trembled as you felt a cold breeze on your bare legs. Your friends signal you to come inside and you do so, finally escaping the cold air. A loud music and disco lights welcome you as soon as you enter, you can feel your adrenaline rushing to you. 

“Oh my fucking god” you murmur to your friends and they let out a giggle and grinned at the scene in front, and suddenly someone shouted at you guys, getting your attention. It was Martin, he was walking towards you and your friends.

“You made it finally!” he says as he hugged you and your friends one by one to greet 

You hugged him back “Woah it's pack with people tonight, did you invite the whole uni” you say with an amused face to him and started following him around along with your friends

“Naah. I only invited some people and let them invite a plus one, something new and fun you know” “alright let's head to the living room, I'll introduce you guys to others and join the game”

He says as he signal you and your friends to follow him hurriedly with an excited grin.

Author’s note:

Hey yall this is just a sneak peak on my fic, idk if I should continue this or what 🤣🤣😂😂 I’ll prolly release some drabble first but anyways if you like this prompt, feel free to comment if u like this and if i shld continue writing this.

My break is almost over too so it MIGHT take a while idk ill probably get busy with school since our sched is afternoon class + night online class #fml

Who are y’all rooting for endgame?

Juhoon

Keonho

Voting ended onJun 5

[silentblinds]

Muse

NSFW/MDNI. Rafayel body painting female reader. Slight possessiveness but nothing crazy. Sweet. Hoping he used non-toxic paint lmao 1Kish.

“Be still.” He hums, brows furrowing as he flicks his gaze from you to the canvas. His warm breath fans over your skin as he peers down at you, mauve hair falls in messy waves across his forehead. His eyes are lit only by the faint candlelight and the moonlight that poured in through the windows.

It’s difficult, but you try to steady your breathing. Your arms ache from your position, and you squeeze your thighs together. Goosebumps erupt on your skin from the cool, briny air that billows in from the open balcony door. His eyes bore into yours, a frown playing on his lips. You fight he urge to lift your head, locked on him - always locked on him, the way a sunflower chases the warmth - as he carefully places the canvas aside with a tight sigh.

"This isn't working." he mutters. Pensive as your chest tightens at the thought of disappointing him. He examines his paintbrush, glaring at it as though it were deliberately misbehaving.

You're readying yourself to sit up when you feel the sudden lick of cold paint on your cheek. You blink, forcing your body to be still as you watch him advance towards you. Advancing over you until he takes up all of your vision. The smile that plays on his lips. The way his eyes skim over the way your nude body contracts, stuttered as his paintbrush swept down your cheek. Swirled down your neck, into the dip of your collarbone, and you writhed at the feeling of the cold paint tinting your skin a brilliant sapphire –

“Still.” He commanded. “Or do I need to tie you up?”

Heated eyes follow the brush as it dips to the swell of your breast. Your breath hitches as you feel the soft bristles circle closer and closer to your nipples. You startle as he presses down, firm and teasing as a little noise escapes your throat. You see him smile as he slows down, resting his wrist on your stomach. Violet eyes soak in your reactions as you shudder, shying away as your back arches.

“Good,” he purrs, voice uneven as he slowly trails the brush across to your breast’s twin. His free hand comes up to cup your freshly painted tit, smudging the nipple gently with his thumb. “You’re so sensitive here, aren’t you?” Your composure cracks as your hands fly down to grip his hands, writhing, wriggling your hips from how sensitive you are.

“Shh,” he scolds gently, slapping your hand away gently. There’s no real heat in his voice as he continues massaging, eyes dark and blown as they watch how you react. Opening up to him little by little, like a flower unfurling, as the pleasure washes over you. His Adam’s apple bobs, his full mouth parting slightly as he feels the paint on your skin. The sight of you is so delicious it ached to watch, but he can’t tear his eyes away. He lifts the brush from your nipple and sits back with satisfaction as your breath becomes labored.

“Are you worked up just from that?” He lets out a shaky breath, and the look he gives you then shoots directly to your core. Slack and awed and adoring.

“I have an idea.” He says, low. You hear the excitement thrumming through his voice and it sends a tingling thrill straight to your core. “Are you up for it?” He asks, quickly. An edge of impatience to his voice. Always so impulsive, your artist.

You manage to nod, barely, before he grips your thigh, staining you with paint there.

You try to close your legs, acutely aware of the small hairs that have sprung up since the days you have shaved. He nudges your legs open again, patiently, dark eyes flicking up to meet yours in silent command. The tension in your shoulders ease as you see the intensity in his gaze. It made you squirm, not only the way he moves the brush slowly, building everything up. It was the way he pored over you with those greedy violet eyes. Snatching up every piece of you. His eyes devour every little movement, focused on your core, parting your lips with his stained thumbs. He hums approvingly, snaking a pattern down your naval with his paintbrush, leaving a trail of blue in its wake.

“How does that feel?” He whispers, voice hoarse. His eyes are two dark pools as he watches the way you twitch. He plucks another brush from his easel, firm and rounded. Dips the paint, this time a shock of emerald from what you can glean from the dim light. Circles your clit, gentle at first.

Too gentle. Not enough.

“Good,” you manage to choke out. “Feels good. But-“ you hesitate.

“Hm?” He hums in mock confusion. Dragging the bristles slowly over your clit and watching as your cute little stomach avoiding exactly the pressure you need. “Use your words, love,” he says softly, almost mockingly.

It takes a few tries for you to work up the courage. Swallowing, squirming, until the heat that was building up in your core was dashed again by yet another careless flick of his wrist. A whine, low and needy, escapes your throat.

“Words,” he murmurs, totally absorbed by this display, his own breath shallow and uneven at this point. He watches the way your bare hips roll upwards, seeking friction, and his own cock throbs painfully against the confines of his trousers.

“More,” you breathe. “Please.”

The smile that curls his lips looks sinful. He presses down, hard, his other hand coming to trace the folds of your pussy gently. Feather light touches. “Greedy,” he coos, lush with affection. You jolt a little as one finger enters you easily. You’re soaking his lounge sofa, and let out a strangled moan as his fingers curl inside of you. He keeps lazily moving the brush over your clit as he begins to pump in and out of your squishy, hot cunt.

“Good girl,” he praises, as your hips move in rhythm with him. He edges closer to you, only pausing to change the position of your arms, splaying them above your head with the precision of an artist. “So good, aren’t you? God, you’re beautiful.”

“Don’t stop,” you whine, head lolling back so prettily on the satin cushions. He grins at you, wicked for a moment as he slows – but he can’t bring himself to tease you too badly, not when you’ve been so good for him. Not when you’re splayed on his sofa. His muse. All his.

When your ecstasy crashes over you, you grip his wrist, keeping him there. He’s so enthralled he forgets to scold you for moving without permission. He lavishes the sweet flutter of your walls around his fingers. He slides out slowly, savoring it. Teasing you, the way he does with everything. He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks on them leisurely, languid as a cat.

And just like that, he stills and something else seems to shift. As mercurial as the turn of the waves.

“Perfect,” he groans, grabbing his canvas and cradling it close to his chest as he pushes you down, keeping you pinned. “Hold on. Stay like that. Don’t move.” As he takes the paintbrush, soaked in lush paint and your arousal, and presses it to the canvas with renewed fascination. “Perfect. My beautiful little muse.”

[theyanderespecialist]

Muses (Scenarios) Da Vinci X Model Reader And Mozart X Muse Reader (Historical Figures)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here FINALLY With an updated chapter and here it is requested off of wattpad by: Maxine1552 and RutoNRamen Please Enjoy!]

(Mozart's POV) (A Musician's Muse)

I watched my student and my muse start to learn how to play the piano. I swear she had no talent at all. She was clearly trying her best but she was failing terribly. I was growing frustrated so I go into another room to calm myself and to work on the piece, or several pieces I was making for her. I was going to make a whole Symphony play them when I asked her to marry me. I already have six down and this one will be the best. I have played them all and everyone loved them. (Name) was my muse even if she was horrendous at the piano. I get to work until I hear her fail again and she comes to see me.

"I am quieting  the Piano." She says looking at me.

I stared at her. "No you are not!" I say standing up and she steps back. "You are not leaving me!"

"Wha-" She tried to say but I grabbed her and brought her over my knee as I sat down again.

"I have not been disciplining you enough." I say and tore off her garments and began to spank her bare ass.

She cried out in pain and struggled begging me to stop. Once I did she was in tears and sobs.

"You EVER Try and leave me again and you will get much worse than a spanking! You are mine! My Muse! And My soon to be wife!" I say and pulled her into a demanding kiss.

I was never going to loose her that I was certain on.

(Da Vinci's POV) (The Artist's Muse)

I had hired a model, and she is beyond stunning. She was bold enough to model for me in the nude. I loved her and it so much. I swore that I would marry her. But I could not at this time. I became obsessed and started to paint her all the time. My painting went from her in clothes. To her nude and then in the privacy of my home to her being fucked wildly, sometimes by me and sometimes by animals. (Okay wait what!?!)

I loved seeing the different expressions I could give her. But oh no this was not enough. I have never seen in real life her moaning in ectasy or her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Oh I needed that. I need to Marry her now. I go to the church which I know she frequents and hear her sobbing. I walked up and see her lightening a candle. I watched as she prayed to the lord to protect her husband in heaven.

That is when I realized she was a widow. I hated the thought that some other man had the taste of her beauty. But this is my chance my chance to win her over.

"(Name)?" I ask.

I hear her gasp and wipe her eyes. "Leo?" She asks. "What are you doing here."

"I came to offer you a partner ship." I say.

"Partner ship?" She asks.

"Yes, you become my wife and muse and I will give you all the comfort you need."

She blushes darkly and looks down. "O-Okay.."

Really what else could she do. She was a woman in this time, the only other choice she would have is to sell her body. And I could not allow that she is mine and mine alone. She is my muse.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another Chapter done, now you two who requested are like what? Well your both worked well together so I decided instead of headcanons to make them scenarios I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy!]

[softyjaem]

[2:40 pm]

You felt a light tap on your shoulder as you admired the art work before you. The intricate lines and hypnotizing colors pulled you in; all it took was a light tap to divert your attention from the painting. You stiffened and shifted to look back at the stranger who had touched you. He was a sight to behold; delicate features and soft pale skin. Your jaw hung open, but under the guise of justifiable shock.

"Can I help you?" you whispered with an incredulous tone. You shifted uncomfortably under the man's gaze. He was looking you up and down with a look of awe; it made you feel like a spectacle on display and you weren't sure how to react. The man leaned closer and only after you cowered away did he realize how odd his actions were.

"O-oh my apologies. I guess this is a bit strange," he mumbled. His voice was sweet and honeyed; it drew you in just like the painting had moments ago. His mind seemed to be in a jumble and his eyes looked all over as if he was having trouble composing his thoughts.

"My name is Renjun," he finally spoke; as if that was the answer to all your questions. But as his name left his lips you were left in a different state of shock. "The Renjun?"

He nodded tentatively, testing your reaction before moving on. "b-but no one has heard from you in years.....you just left. Why are you here and talking to me?" You couldn't comprehend why one of the the most respected members of the art community was talking to a no body such as yourself, especially after being gone for so long. No one had heard from him, and rumors of his wellbeing had spread like wildfire. Some said he had died, others claimed he left the country and was living off the grid.

"You see, I had lost all my inspiration. I come here, to this museum everyday and look at my pieces, and yet none of them are good enough. But you....well this might sound awkward, but there is something about you. I'd like you to be my muse."