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- Honestly, yes I love how Mira just takes whatever the fuck she wants but the minute either one of her girlfriends are like, “No,” or “Not that one,” she immediately respects it, UGH.

And she doesn’t even play it off as anything like she’d usually do. Not the, “Pft, whatever, didn’t wanna wear it anyway,” and is 100% more of the, “Okay, noted. Like actually ‘cause I might forget.”

…Yes, Mira has a list of “not to dos or take or etc” in her notes app, and it is updated and studied religiously.

Mira definitely went through Reader’s closet first, because Reader does wear more casual and comfy clothes as much as she can. So she uses Reader’s clothes to lounge around or sleep in.

In fact, that white sweatshirt that she wore during the train scene in the movie? That was Reader’s. Mira’s got ruined bc SOMEONE (Zoey) washed a set of whites and forgot to take out a single piece of this lacy, red… Undergarment (don’t ask how it got there… It was Rumi’s), and it was turned a disorderly pinkish color.

But then she starts seeing Reader wear this one particular item that would just look too fucking good on herself.

“Babe, as cute as it looks on you… Is it okay if for once, I just keep this one? 🥺”

Puppy dog pout and everything, and Mira is on her knees apologizing for disgracing Reader’s favorite hoodie/pants/shirt/etc.

If Reader had known she had this kind of power over Mira she would’ve utilized it a LONG time ago… 90% of her wardrobe would still be in her closet and not Mira’s laundry bin.

She tries to take Celine’s stuff at some point, and at first Celine does not entertain it, LMAO.

Is always there, instantly at Mira’s side the minute Mira touches her clothes and like lightly slaps her wrist with a ruler or something. 😭

Then, Celine just starts buying her clothes that are similar to her style, but Mira complains bc, “these don’t smell like you. 😭”

So Celine eventually gives, and kinda just awkwardly offers her clothes whenever Mira is eyeing it. Like Mira will side eye a cute blouse and Celine is just like, “…Do you want it?”

Mira: drools at this cute set of heels Celine has.

Celine: …Would you like to-!?

Mira: YES

Steals all of Celine’s fancier clothes BUT doesn’t even have to ask to know whether or not she can borrow something from her Sunlight Sister era. Like Celine literally doesn’t even have to fucking tell her, bc Mira is already capable of understanding how that may trigger or upset her lover.

- READER TAKING MIRA’S SMUT BOOKS LMFAO.

Yo, even better if this started when Reader stole an interesting book only for her to get to the first part where smut is introduced (Me when I started Fourth Wing 💀).

And now she’s addicted?? But she obviously has to make fun of Mira for it, bc who even knew she was into such scandalous readings in the first place!?

“Hey quick question… What the fuck is a ‘knot’ and why is this character locking it inside of their lover? 🤨🤭”

“WOW, DOESN’T THE SUN LOOK BEAUTIFUL THIS MORNING!?”

“…Mira, it’s 9pm?”

Reader then has to catch Celine up on the joke and mentions how Mira is into some interesting shit.

“What do you mean she’s reading fake fiction about… *looks at notepad* equestrian pony girls?”

Yes, Mira used to be and still kind of is a hardcore brony / pegasister.

Once Celine understands all the type of things Mira likes to read, thanks to Reader’s help… Holy fucking hell she is never given a break about her interests.

Like the teasing will definitely go on for at least a month before Mira just gets a lightbulb idea and turns the tides in her favor.

And lmfao yes to Reader taking Celine’s keyboard. If we’re sticking with Reader having OCD and/or sensory issues, then she specifically likes Celine’s keyboard bc it feels right on her fingers. Like the texture of the keys are the perfect mix of smooth but with enough grip, the sound of each note is just right, etc.

So when Celine just buys her a new one, Reader just… Avoids it after playing one note LMFAO. Every other thing in Reader’s studio that Celine has gifted her is fine but the keyboard!!

“My love, I don’t understand, it’s the same make and model, same year, everything?”

“BUT IT’S NOT YOURS. 😭”

Celine gives and just makes the swap. 😂 She does not understand at all what makes hers so special, but she doesn’t question it further.

- It’s been a minute since I did a lil’ fic with one of these prompts, but… 👀

The beginning of the year has always been a tiny bit chaotic for our favorite idols.

Event after event, Huntr/x, Celine, and you were all attending something every week.

Thankfully, the last award show for the month was underway.

Despite your relationship with Mira and Celine, you three still had a certain public image to maintain.

So, first to arrive was Huntr/x. All three girls are in glamorous outfits. Mira especially, always the main stunner when it comes to the fashion portion of these events. She’s the visual, the fashionista, definitely showing off something showy, an outfit that Celine definitely bought her.

Next to show was Celine, showing up in something very classy, but still incredibly sexy along her frame as she walks down the entrance. She’s older, sure, but she knows her angles, knows which parts the camera loves her and which parts it unfavors.

Then, you come around, wearing something tame, but still cute on your figure. You’re still new to the spotlight, so you keep things small and classy.

Celine to the public acts as your manager. She waits until you catch up to her after dealing with the first wave of cameras. You two stand together, handling the second wave of paparazzi very well and professional.

It’s actually a surprise that no one catches the brief but subtle gazes you two give each other.

However, Mira notices, mild jealousy on her face that is easily flushed away, knowing that she’ll get her chance to be next to her girls at some point in the night.

You quickly flash Mira a knowing glance and roll your eyes slightly before you excuse yourself from Celine’s side. You go to stand next to Mira, and she unconsciously leans closer to you for a casual pose.

No one thinks anything of the shift in stance. You’ve collaborated multiple times with Huntr/x, both you and the girls under the same management. But everyone else who knows about your three-way relationship eyes the way you try to even out attention between Celine and Mira.

The event goes on, awards are handed out. Post-event questions are shot towards every single entertainment group or individual present.

Celine at one point, was asked about her outfit, and whether or not there were any connections in regards to what she wears versus your outfit and Huntr/x’s.

“No,” she answers simply, “However, I did have the pleasure of being able to contribute and assist with picking out their outfits.”

She points to you and Mira. “Especially those two. I saw those outfits for Reader and Mira and instantly knew it would fit them well.” She brags.

“Rumi and Zoey’s were easier to coordinate.” She mentions lastly, knowing that their relationship is open and accepting to the public. “The goal was to have them match in their own unique and individualistic way, and we unanimously agreed that these would be the final looks.”

Once everything is said and done, Zoey and Rumi separate from everyone else, hand in hand.

Celine, however calls a private cab for her and her partners. As soon as it arrives, all three of them are in, and on each other.

Celine takes your mouth on her’s first, kissing you deeply the minute the driver puts up the divider between the front and the back. Mira’s hands are on you both, kissing up Celine’s neck.

“You both look so pretty tonight,” Celine practically whispers as she turns to kiss Mira next, “in those outfits that mommy got you.” Her teeth drag Mira’s bottom lip out slightly. “The outfits that I got you.”

“But,” she continues after having her tongue deep in Mira’s mouth, “it’s both a shame and impressive with just how neat and dry you’ve kept them.” She muses. “Makes me wonder if you don’t want me to see how desperate you are underneath for my touch.” The older woman fake pouts.

Both you and Mira immediately start begging for Celine to touch you both. You both want to prove to her that yes, you’ve both been wearing these chosen outfits so well, only for her. And yes, you’ve both want her to see just how soaked you both are underneath.

Mira takes hold of Celine’s hand, guiding it down to where she needs to be touched most. Celine groans with just how moist Mira is, and she starts to rub her thumb slightly along her clit.

Mira’s thighs are already trembling at Celine’s touch. They close on instinct, keeping her lover’s hand still and steady against her.

From the side, you pout, needy for Celine’s attention.

There’s a glimmer of mischief that presents itself in the former idol’s expression as she turns to you.

“You’ll get your turn, kitten.” She promises. “For now, why don’t you show me just how bad you want it.” She spreads her legs, all while still attending to Mira’s soaked cunt.

You take the hint, and get on your knees as best as you can in the limited space the luxurious cab provides. Your eyes remain on Celine’s, even as said woman glances between you and Mira, Mira’s eyes set on you as Celine pushes a finger through her folds.

Your hands hike up slowly along her dress, revealing her legs and smooth thighs. You kiss her bare skin.

“Please,” you beg, “I wanna be a good girl for mommy.” You practically purr as you kiss your way up her leg. “I want you to touch me, and I want to taste you.” You emphasize the point with a gentle swipe of your tongue on her thighs.

Celine moans, extremely turned on by the situation in front of her. Mira’s cries of pleasure, and your desperate pleas are a perfect sultry mix.

“Swan,” Celine uses Mira’s pet name on her, “what do you think?” She leans into the dancer’s ear. “Has our beloved Reader earned her fair share?”

Another finger is inserted, and Mira finally breaks eye contact with you as she tilts her head back, loving how full she is right now.

“Yeah, fuck-!” She has to breathe. “Yeah, I think she’s deserved it.”

Celine glances back down at you, patient yet calculating.

You take that as a sign to pull up her dress, just enough for you to see that she’s actually gone commando.

Her core greets you, her scent alone is inviting. You look back up, leaning in to taste her as your eyes lock on hers once more.

Celine tenses as your tongue gently glides against her, hating and loving how easy it is for either you or Mira to provide such an intense feeling of pleasure.

Her thrusts deepen inside of Mira’s walls, her fingers holding a slow and steady pace. Mira herself breathes out in ecstasy, loving how tender Celine’s touch is despite how dominant her personality is at the moment.

“Fuck,” Mira gasps again, “god I can’t fucking wait to taste you.” She groans, envious of how you got the first lick.

You moan, then flutter your tongue over Celine’s folds.

“Tell me about it.” Celine orders Mira. “I want to hear those dirty thoughts of yours.”

Mira moans louder. “I’d be such a fucking slut for you.” She starts, her thighs already trembling. “Worship you like a fucking goddess.”

Your efforts double the same minute that Celine’s fingers start to move faster.

“I bet you’d love that. Getting on your knees for me.” Celine chuckles darkly. Her eyes land back at you. “I wonder which one of you can out do the other.” She teases. “Really fucking show me who’s deserved to lap me up while the other watches.”

Both you and Mira moan in response. You suck on Celine’s clit before breathing, “Mommy,” it comes out as a pathetic whisper, “I’m doing so good aren’t I?” You ask, seeking her praise.

“You are,” she nods, “but what’s stopping Mira from doing better?” The challenge is clear in her tone. The friendly competition has been set.

Mira starts to shake as her climax builds. Your eyes darken slightly as you engulf every inch of Celine’s cunt in your mouth, drinking up every sweet drop she releases.

The older woman gasps in pleasure. “That’s it.” She coos at you. “Really show me that you know all the right buttons to push.”

Right before Mira can find her release, Celine pulls her fingers out, leaving her completely empty. Instead, she brings that same hand to your hair, and tugs you closer against her, riding your face as you stick your tongue out.

“You’re not fucking serious?” Mira whines, but is ignored as Celine’s orgasm hits her suddenly.

“Fuck!” She exasperates, her head tilting as far back as possible as she rides out her climax on your tongue.

You moan, loving how her essence coats your tongue, most of it swallowed.

Once Celine is satiated for now, she releases her grip. You stay down a bit longer, lapping up as much as you can before you sit back in your seat.

“C’mere.” Mira grumbles, pulling you in for a deep kiss so she can taste Celine on your tongue.

Celine watches with clear interest. How irritated Mira looks at having her climax denied for the time being, and how lost in a daze you look just by simply eating her out.

Then, the car stops, and you’re back in your shared little hotel for the night.

All three of you try to smooth yourselves out as best as you can before exiting.

Once inside the room, safe from lingering eyes, Celine directs you both on your knees again, a twinkle in her eye.

“Now,” she purrs, “I hope you two are ready for a long night.” She warns, cross her legs.