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cryptidclaw · 8 months

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Whisperingclan Year 1!

Introducing Whisperingclan! my very haunted clangen clan with a terrible leader!!

I drew these guys MONTHS ago so this art is kinda old now T-T I finally am posting them tho...

I kinda want to draw more yearly updates but I may not draw every cat... it depends on how im feeling and how much time I have :P

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Whisperingclan lives in the mountains next to the territory of their origin clan Roaringclan. Many of the clan founders were a part of a coup in Roearingclan to make Tempeststar, at the time Tempestwhorl, deputy or leader... they were instead defeated and banished.

The founders wandered together through the territories outside of the clans... as they drew nearer to the mountains they began to hear strange whispers on the wind. Following these whispers they found themselves deep in the mountains in a cave filled with crystals that seemed to whisper with a chorus of their Starclan ancestors.

That night they slept in the cave, and in her dreams Tempeststar was named a leader of a new clan, Whisperingclan, by Starclan themselves. The new clan now calls themself the clan closest to Starclan, and they have made their camp within the Whispering Cave claiming that they are its protectors and the only cats who can be trusted with it's power.

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I am now continuing this clan's story with updates for each moon!

First Update HERE!

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Below is each cat from the lineup + a description of their character and what they have done in the clan's first year!

Tempeststar!

Tempest is a very cold and cruel cat who acts purely for her own gain and power, she HATES when others undermine her or disagree with her. She uses the fact that Starclan spirits guided her clan to the Whispering cave as proof that her new clan, and her as it's leader, is the most close to Starclan and must not be questioned no matter what. She doesn't truthfully care much about Starclan, beyond what they can do for her, but she likes to but on a devout follower act to get what she wants and come across as holier than thou.

So far Tempeststar's leadership has been filled with her "teaching" cats who stand up to her lessons by attacking them and forcing others to help her. These common demonstrations have lead to her almost always having injuries and the death of two clanmates. Ravenblur was the first to die, he had followed Tempest's orders in attacking his previous apprentice but succumbed to the injuries he sustained. Jaggedlark, the cat Raven had attacked, died next, her determination to call out Tempest needed to be stopped.

Tempest likes to find cats who she can manipulate and use to do her bidding, her original cat she used for this was Ravenblur, who was happy how maim and kill for Tempest. Now it is the ex-kittypet Creekslip (who was the one to kill Jagged) who is less enthusiastic about her unspoken job as attacker and executioner

Tempeststar also became mates with her deputy Blizzardchase and is now expecting their first litter! They are both very evil so their children will be very messed up im sure <3

Blizzardchase!

Blizzard is a cocky cat, she is well aware of how strong and skilled she is and she is not afraid to make that known. She deeply respects Tempest and was one of the first cats to join her coup. Along with respecting Tempeststar, Blizzard also has big gay feelings for her and was NOT afraid to share this, she decided that evil woman would be her mate and she wooed her (probably with evilness) until she got Tempest to fall for her lol.

Blizzard hasn't been up to much this year other than normal deputy duties and being in love with her evil wife... she trained Mossleaf but managed to impart none of her attitude and outlook on life to the young cat. Blizzard is currently doting on her mate and is very exited to see her kits next moon.

Bramblespeck!

Bramblespeck was not always a healer, she was a warrior in Roaringclan, but she joined Tempest's rebellion as she had always looked up to her... She was banished alongside everyone else and was the first cat to begin to hear the whispering, she was the one to lead the way to the cave and through this she realized she had been chosen to be the clan's healer.

Bramble has found her new job difficult as she only had warrior training, but luckily Frostfleck had plenty of healing knowledge that he could share with her. Frost has really been her saving grace this year as he always takes over for her when she gets injured, which seems to be quite often, she's so accident prone. Bramble is also super relieved that Whiskers joined the clan since they really needed another healer...

Whiskers!

Whiskers is a cooky lady with a fascination for the stars and herbs. She began to hear the cave's whispers while wandering alone and followed them straight to a Whisperingclan patrol... after hearing of clan life she decided that being a healer would be the perfect role for her in life and asked to join the clan. The clan is wary towards letting in too many non-clan cats but they need more members and healers so they reluctantly agreed.

Whiskers can often be found staring wide eyed straight into the cave's crystals, studying the movements of the stars, or telling cats off for not properly respecting their ancestors.

Creekslip!

The resident blorbo, absolute soggy sad beast... she is going to cat hell unless she stops this shit lmaooo

Creekslip has extreme abandonment issues and a fear of not being excepted, and left behind. Her twolegs abandoned her in the woods and left her to learn how to survive on her own, she's strong now, but she is desperate for a home. Creekslip joined Whisperingclan on their third moon, she felt a pull to this place after wandering the woods close to the mountains, she now questions every choice that brought her here, but she cant leave... she cant handle being alone again.

A moon into being in the clan Creekslip was given an apprentice, Sunpaw, as a chance to prove herself, but she became ill soon after, and Tempeststar took on much of Sunpaw's training. Creek could feel Tempest's judgement towards her... she failed at the first task she was given, and she was determined to prove herself to the clan and the leader. Tempest could sence this desparation and she saw the potential in it...

When Jaggedlark once again stood up to Tempeststar and Tempest called on Creek to aid her in teaching the young cat a lesson... Creek was desperate for a chance to prove herself and went through with it, she had too... Jagged died later due to the injuries Creek delt her... this haunts her. Despite this however Creek continues to be Tempest's new cat to call on to beat fear and submission into the clan. Creek is to fearful to stop, but she hates what she has now done, and continues to do.

Anyways I love her she keeps committing crimes but she is so sad :(

Frostfleck!

He has Whitestorm vibes, but like if Whitestorm was a part time healer.

Frostfleck was a loner and joined Tempest's group before they found the cave and became a clan. He isn't into all the bad vibes of the clan but he likes the idea of being in a clan and having community, plus there are plenty of good folks in the clan and he choses to stick close to them. Frost has lots of knowledge in healing though he enjoys warrior duties more, he is an unofficial part time healer, and he takes over whenever they need more help in the healer den! (in game I make him a healer when i need more healers , these cats hurt themselves so often T-T)

Skipspot!

My kind transboy, i love himb , I feel like he just joined the clan to make friends and have community.

he has barely done anything because he just joined the clan, but he has already befriended Sunmane and gave her advice on telling Mossleaf how she feels... ig I can thank this man for finally getting Sun to confess to Moss lol.

Butterflyfreckle!

Butterfly is like the opposite of Creekslip, she was a kittypet but she chose to leave her home for adventure! She is confident in herself and is great at making friends, she keeps away from the bad parts of the clan and just enjoys herself. She has done pretty much nothing this year though hehe.

Weedpatch!

Weedpatch was Tempeststar's apprentice and she convinced him to join her coup through this, he did so mostly out of fear and also because his cousin Jaggedpaw and her mentor had agreed to join as well... Weed always looked up to Jagged.

Both Weed and Jagged regretted their choices to follow Tempest, but it was too late, and they were facing the conciquences of decisions they made as dumb kids. Jagged became angry after the banishment, but Weed just became... quiet. He doesn't like to get involved in any of the clan conflicts, he stays by himself as much as he can with Tempest having been his mentor. He used to spend most of his time with Jaggedlark, she was his best friend, but then she was killed, he doesn't like to talk about Jagged anymore. These days, Weedpatch, living up to his name, copes with his trauma by being high on catmint half the time.

Mossleaf!

Mossleaf was a kit in Roearingclan, the banished cats literally just stole her, she is actually the Roaringclan leader's daughter, hence the stealing, they wanted some vengeance. Roaringclan think Moss is dead but nope! She's just in the spooky cave cult!

Mossleaf is very aloof and strange, she likes to listen to the Whispers, and while most cant decipher them it seems like Moss might actually be able to hold a conversation with them. Bramblefleck thought Moss should become a healer but Tempest promised to give Blizzardchase the next apprentice available, despite this Moss doesn't seem to mind being a warrior though.

Moss became very close to the other apprentice at the time, Sunpaw and they became so close it seemed one could never be found without the other. They seemed to have crushes on each other from the start and it was no surprise when Sunmane confessed to Moss and they became mates soon after they both became warriors. I love them both sm they r cuties <3 (the not evil gays)

Sunmane!

Sunmane is my favorite design... I love her lion mane and her bangs sm she is so CUTE

Sunmane joined the clan as a kit and before they found the cave. Her grandfather Flowermoon was trying to find a group to support them both, Sun's parents were gone and Flower was getting old... the strange group of cats was the best choice they had at the time.

Sunmane likes to stay positive and tries to lighten the mood with some jokes. Her apprenticeship was tough, and now that she is free from Tempeststar she is staying far away from her. She spends almost all her time chilling with her mate Mossleaf and trying to enjoy her life despite all the things that go down in the clan.

Larkcaw!

Larkcaw is the starclan guide and was the main spirit to guide the cats to the Whispering Cave... she is evil actually, how did she get into Starclan??? I'm pretty sure the only reason she is in the good place is bec she didn't obviously do anything evil... she just plotted.

Lark decided to lead her great granddaughter Tempeststar to the Whispering Cave, she convinced other spirits that a clan living there would be a GREAT idea, despite the fact that it is actually very bad for cats to live in a cave full of that much Starclan energy. It can easily mess with a cat's mind, especially those with a stronger Starclan connection.

Larkcaw really just wanted control over a clan, and what better than making a new clan backed by a powerful Starclan source?

Flowermoon!

Flowermoon is Sunmane's grandfather and became her caretaker after her parents died, he joined the group because he knew he needed cats who could care for Sun and him as well since he was getting old, he is unsure of his decision, Tempeststar is cruel, but he knows Sunmane has found friends and joy in the clan despite it all. Before his death Flowermoon spent much of his time telling stories to the kits and apprentices, he passed away of old age, and now watches over his granddaughter <3

Jaggedlark!

Jaggedlark was Ravenblur's apprentice back in Roaringclan and due to this she had spent much of her apprenticeship around Tempest and her followers. She was convinced that the coup was a good idea and even played a role in convincing her cousin Weedpaw of the same thing. After the coup and subsequent banishment however, Jaggedpaw began to see the truth in what kind of a person Tempest was... she grew to despise the leader. Jagged became a warrior on the clan's first official moon, but Jaggedlark became even more confident in speaking out against Tempeststar's actions after this and this would sadly lead to her demise.

On the same moon that she became a warrior, she angered Tempest by questioning one of her decisions, Tempest called on Jaggedlark's own previous mentor, Ravenblur, to attack Jagged alongside Tempest to teach Jagged a lesson. Jagged would end up wounded from the fight, but not nearly as much as Ravenblur who died of his injuries a moon after... Jagged was devastated, her mentor had attacked and betrayed her trust, but she had killed him, didn't that make her just as bad?

A few moons later Jagged would end up being made an example of again when she began speaking out against Tempest even more than before, even questioning her place as leader... Jagged would die like her mentor, dying a moon later from blood loss.

Ravenblur!

Ravenblur died almost immediately, but i hate him, I sent him the the dark forest >:)

Raven was one of Tempeststar's biggest followers (a Darkstripe to Tigerstar sort), he did anything Tempest asked of him, even attacking his own previous apprentice Jaggedlark. He is VERY mad that Jagged ended up killing him, he feels he deserved more from life... he wanted more power like Tempest and Blizzard, and Jagged took that away from him...

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collisvng · 3 months

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CHAPTER 2 | THE MEANING OF PAS DE DEUX

THE END ZONE 🏈🩰✨

Pairing 🤎 Seo Changbin x Fem! Reader︎

Genre 🤎 SMAU, University/College AU, Ballett/Football AU, Fluff, Angst, Crack—all of that good shit lol︎

Synopsis 🤎 By recommendation of his coach, Changbin decides to take a ballet class in order to improve his agility and coordination on the field. It seems like a harmless and fun activity at first. But what happens when his ballet partner starts to make him choose between the two?

Warnings 🤎 Slight swearing, brief mention of food, Felix being annoying (but we love him tho lol)

Taglist 🤎 Open!︎ ✨

Word Count 🤎 2,173 + 10 sm screenshots!

In Collaboration With 🤎 @channie-143

✨️MASTERLIST✨️

THE UNIVERSITY’S FOOTBALL FIELD WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU EVER EXPECTED TO FIND YOURSELF.

After being given very specific instructions to go through a specific way that led you specifically to the perfect spot on the bleachers for you to be easily noticed—courtesy of Felix who totally isn’t the university’s mascot—you found yourself setting your bag next to you as you sat down to watch the boys do their thing.

It was strange being there. You never considered yourself a sports person and knew quite little about anything to do with the sort. The most experience you ever had with even just the topic of sports being brought up was the few times Seungmin would go on one of his little tangents about baseball. There were also the few times Felix would slip up about football, but it was never prominent enough for you to take notice of.

Legs crossed, phone in hand, you stayed in your spot hoping for someone to say something about your presence. After a while, a few guys on the field started to look your way. Most looked confused while others almost seemed as if they were trying to show off. You didn’t see Changbin though. Or at least you couldn’t make out which guy was him.

After Felix’s 5th wrap-around of the field (ignoring you while doing so, I might add) and noticing your phone battery was at a lower percentage than you expected, you almost decided to give up.

It wasn’t until you heard a slight nasally yell followed by a giggly chuckle that you finally spotted the man.

He ran across the field to promptly smack one of his teammates for messing around and teasing him about his height. He started yelling. Curly black hair fell into his eyes as he took his helmet off, continuing his scolding. His incessant bickering was abnormally adorable to you.

And the laugh that left his teammates’ mouth was lighthearted and cheerful… and almost strangely familiar.

It was around this time you started to notice all eyes were on you except Changbin’s. You debated calling for him, but your actions swayed when you noticed one of his other teammates waving at you. He was somewhat taller, his hair was dark and short, and he had what you could only describe as the nose of a Greek god. The guy nodded in your direction as if to ask why you were there, to which you responded with a quick point in Changbin’s direction and exaggeratingly mouthing his name.

A quick, “Oh, okay!” was mouthed to you in response alongside him giving you a thumbs up.

The teammate walked over Changbin amidst his rant and tapped him on the shoulder. He seemed annoyed, probably assuming he was simply about to be told to quit fighting. It wasn’t until his teammate pointed to you standing up from your seat with a shy smile on your face did his expression suddenly change into the biggest grin you had ever seen.

He jogged over in your direction with his helmet under his arm as you made your way down the bleachers. When you reached the bottom, you gripped the handrail barrier separating you from the field. One of your knees rested against one of the smaller beams of the railing as you leaned forward with anticipation.

The moment a small ‘hi’ left his lips, the happiness embedded in your nervous system was hard to hide.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing here?” He questioned, raising his brow. “I didn’t really take you as a sports-type.”

“That would be correct,” you nodded. “Which is why I am not here for sports…”

You quickly unlocked your phone and held it out to him, leaning into the railing a bit more for support.

“… I’m here for you.”

Changbin stood there dumbfounded. He just stared down at your screen as if the concept of giving a girl his number was the most foreign thing in the world to him. His grip on his helmet grew tighter as he let out the most tense laugh in the universe. It became obvious to you that this ordeal seemed completely different to you then it was to him.

“Oh my gosh, stop overreacting.” The roll of your eyes came out a little less playful then you had hoped. “It’s not like I’m asking you out or anything, okay? I’m just asking for your number because we agreed I would catch you up on stuff for class.”

He nervously nodded as he took your phone in hand.

“Right, yeah, I knew that…”

As he proceeded to put his number in your phone, you looked off into the distance to see the teammate he was yelling at previously staring at you as if you seemed familiar to him; akin to the way you looked back at him.

“That guy you were talking to looks familiar.”

“Oh, Jeongin?” Changbin handed you the phone back.

“Ah, that name sounds familiar…” You nodded. “I think he’s friends with my friend Seungmin.”

“We all kinda know Seungmin,” he shrugged in response. “Since he’s also in charge of the sports section for the school paper, we see him a lot.”

“Makes sense.”

After a bit of awkward small talk, the two of you concluded that you would reserve a room in the dance hall over the weekend. You’d go over the basics he needed to know before the next class, and if he had any questions that needed extensive explanation you promised you’d answer them.

He walked back to his teammates with a cheeky grin as they all began asking him questions about who you were and why you had given him your phone. It amused you to see the group of men all huddled up together like a bunch of high schoolers spilling rumors to each other.

Hearing them faintly ask who the pretty girl was…

It strangely gave you a boost of confidence.

As you grabbed your things and began to exit, you gave a quick wave to your roommate. He waved back for a brief moment, dropping his facade for what seemed like a mili-second before halting and turning to walk away.

“You can’t ignore me forever!” You yelled after him. “We all know you’re the mascot Felix!”

He held onto the mascot head for dear life as he began picking up his pace. Suddenly, he was sprinting.

“NO YOU DON’T! ”

The first class of the next week seemed to go well.

Changbin had picked up on things quite quickly, which impressed you.

He obviously wasn’t going to become a dance prodigy overnight, but he did good with the basic exercises and was fairly good at keeping you level while on pointe.

There was a lot less dropping with him then there was when Han was your partner. And in all honesty, that was all you could ever ask for.

You found yourself laughing here and there whenever Changbin would mess up slightly, giving him encouraging words that he would get it right the second time. And thankfully, you’d be right each time. He seemed so determined.

He had even made the effort to get everything you told him he needed for class. When you saw him walk on the first day back from the weekend with a pair of black ballet flats in hand, you let out a sigh of relief. The man sat there on the floor in front of you, carefully putting them on and looking up at you waiting for some sort of praise. It almost made your heart skip a beat.

By the time the second class of the week had come around, there was a mutual acquaintanceship between you both. When he walked into class and met you at the barre, a mutual smile was shared.

“Mornin’ boss,” Changbin winked as he saluted you.

You let out a short groan in response which only made him laugh. His little maniacal giggle filled your ears and you stood in front of him with your head hung.

“You know you don’t have to be so formal with me,” you slowly rubbed your eyes with your middle and index fingers. “I’m your dance partner, not your boss. I’m here to help you, not boss you around.”

“Eh, it’s fine.” He shrugged. “I kinda like it when you boss me around.”

The words came out with a sense of normality behind them. There were no flirtatious undertones, no coquettish teasing—just a statement with an accidental provocative undercurrent.

The affirmation was enough to make you silently turn away. And when your gaze shifted, you could see Minho (who had been standing by) smirking at you.

“Not a word,” you mumbled low enough for only him to hear.

Minho’s smile faltered for a second before staring straight ahead once more.

When the instructor walked in, the vibe seemed very different than usual.

She was dressed more casually, which was strange, and her intimidating sense of self seemed non-existent for once—but not quite completely gone. You had never seen this side of her before and it left the whole class in astonishment. The woman stood in front of you all, hands behind her back, with her eyes scanning the room.

The room was dead silent until she eventually spoke.

“What is the meaning of pas de deux?”

Her question sent the class into a silenced frenzy. Everyone’s eyes darted at each other in the room waiting for someone to answer.

Eventually, Han’s new dance partner raised her hand and spoke.

“It means a dance for two people. Or step of two.”

“That’s its literal definition, Regina. I’m asking for the meaning.”

The instructor went on to explain how pas de deux is about two bodies coming together to create one soul; two partners coming together to produce one palpable emotion. That emotion differed from performance piece to another, and to construct those emotions through nothing but movement took a sense of dexterity to convey.

There were 3 rules of pas de deux:

You needed to trust your partner.

Unity between your partner and yourself was detrimental.

And most important of all, communication was key.

“Without those things, what we do here is simply just dancing,” your instructor shrugged. “What creates the magic of pas de deux is the harmony of two bodies. And in order to have that harmony, you must get to know your partner. Which is what we are going to do today.”

She proceeded to say that class was actually canceled today, and instead she wanted you to use your class time to get to know your partners more. It made sense, given the recent switch of partners that took place in class a few days ago. You and Changbin had already started practicing together a bit outside of class and the two of you barely knew each other. Perhaps this was a sign.

“I expect you to know your partner by the next class. You don’t have to know every dying detail of their life, but you should know enough to give a brief description of them and some of their interests in front of your fellow classmates. You will be graded on this.”

Once you all were dismissed and everyone seemed to be making their way out of the class, Changbin looked at you with a sort of desperation in his eyes.

“Heyyyy… sooo…”

“What do you want?”

“‘Kay so,” he began, “I actually had some homework that’s due later. I was gonna try to do it during practice but since class is canceled…”

“You want to know if I’m okay with you doing it now?”

He nodded vigorously with the most pouty face you had ever seen. “Please? We can meet up on the weekend again or something to make up for it. I’ll even be the one to reserve the room this time if you want. Just…please…?”

Laughing a bit, you realized how different Changbin made you feel. Normally if it were anyone else, you would have made an effort to force them to stay. You were just getting to know each other, but it was still an assignment after all. You took stuff like that when it came to dance very seriously. But something about him made you feel like you could trust him.

And so you did.

“Yeah that's fine,” you smiled. “I have some stuff to catch up on as well so that works out.”

Changbin stood there, eyebrows raised as if to ask ‘are you sure?’

You nodded, telling him to go.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hands then pretending to throw it at you as he bolted for his gym bag.

“I love you, oh my gosh. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

The boys watched the whole ordeal as they began to gather around you, surprised you let him off so easily.

“We’ve lost her guys,” Hyunjin sighed. “She’s becoming soft.”

A swift kick to his shin shut him right up.

“There we go,” Han smirked. “She's back.”

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finalgirlrick · 1 year

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Ain’t It Easy

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader (prison era)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none I think, just fluff.

A/N: this is my first ever fic & I've had it done for weeks but I've been terrified to post it lmao. might be my first and my last fic but i hope someone out there likes it lol. pretty common trope, but reader has trouble sleeping & stuff commences. there is a rick grimes fic drought which is simply unacceptable, that man is too hot. shoutout @weretheones & @normanplusdaryl for reading over it & motivating me to finally post it :') also, i named this after a random song & it probably makes no sense.

You were no stranger to insomnia. Even before the world went to shit, you often found yourself tossing and turning endlessly until you could see the first glimpse of sunrise. It only got worse after the fall. Now in your cold prison cell, with the threat of growling blood-hungry walkers right outside, the ability to get a good night’s rest felt even more like a fantasy.

It was impossible to know what time it was. And who cared anymore anyway? There were more important things to worry about. All you knew is that you were fed up with trying to get rest when your mind and body clearly had other plans. You could only lay on your thin prison mattress and stare at the ceiling for so long. If sleep deprivation was how you died, so be it. You were done trying.

So you decided to take a walk around the prison, careful not to wake anyone and envying all of the people that were able to get a few hours of peace. The bags under your eyes proved that this was something you hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. Daryl’s loud snores almost stopped you in your tracks, but onwards you went past the other's cells. Reassuring yourself that everyone in your group was safe was a welcome distraction from the weight of your heavy eyelids. You found yourself zoning out while taking in the details of the prison when a sudden whisper made your body jolt upright.

“Everything alright?” said the raspy southern drawl that you would recognize anywhere. Rick. He was carrying his newborn daughter, Judith, seemingly lulling her to sleep. “Yeah, just going for a walk,” you said with a chuckle, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Somehow, whenever you were around the leader you couldn’t help but turn into an awkward babbling mess.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked looking up at you with a gaze that made you feel like he could see right through you. There was no use in lying, standing in front of him you lost all of your willpower. You looked down at the ground, feeling your cheeks turn pink as you answered — “Nope.” You felt a strange sense of embarrassment. At what exactly? You didn’t really know. Or maybe you were just ignoring it, knowing that whatever stupid feelings you were having were to be kept buried deep. At least the prison was dark enough to mask it.

“Judith couldn’t either, just knocked out almost this second,” he responded, flashing you a smile that made you just about melt. There was a subtle shift in his expression, as his gaze once again moved to Judith. “Yeah…I’ve been having trouble sleeping too ever since - ,” he stopped himself mid-sentence. You looked at him in understanding, unsure of what to say. There was really nothing to say in these situations. You knew that all too well.

Swallowing his emotions down, he urged you to go inside his cell with a simple hand movement. He put Judith down into the small crib that Glenn and Maggie scavenged a few weeks ago, where she lay soundly asleep. An awkward silence filled the room, broken only when Rick suggested, “Try sleeping here.” Although, with his authoritative demeanor that always captivated you, it sounded more like a gentle order.

You felt your eyes widen in shock and almost immediately, you explained to him that you couldn’t possibly do that. You didn’t want to bother him, and honestly, your lack of sleep wasn’t that much of a big deal anyway. But he interrupted all of your excuses by repeating again, “Try.” And it was hard to say no with the look he was giving you. When he so carefully explained to you how it is a big deal, and how your well-being is of grave importance to the group. You didn’t necessarily agree, but hearing the words from his mouth felt good, and the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint him.

“You’re scared,” he said as he sat down in a chair a few steps away from his bed, where you now sat anxiously. “What?” you snapped on impulse, quickly regretting it. “Of everything outside the walls,” he whispered shaking his head. “All of it,” he continued. “Not just the walkers, everything out there we don’t know about. That’s why you can’t sleep. And I get it, I do.” You took notice of the way his wet curls framed his face and moved as he spoke. How there was genuine concern for you in his bright blue eyes.

Maybe he was right, you told him. But what was the solution? This was life now. Rest wasn’t ever going to come easy again. Not for you. Until he proposed you with a plan. He would stay awake alongside you as you tried to drift off for the millionth time tonight, in an attempt to make you feel safe enough to do so. It didn’t hurt to try it, he reiterated. And so, you agreed.

With a swift tilt of his head he encouraged you to lay down on his mattress, and although you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were invading his privacy and robbing him of well-deserved rest — you swore you never felt more comfortable. And it certainly wasn’t because his bed was of better quality than yours, or because the temperature of the room was just right. His presence was a comfort, and goddammit he was right — maybe this was all that you needed after all. To feel safe. To have someone near you that made you feel safe. As you closed your eyes, you eventually felt the world fade away and finally drifted off into a deep sleep.

In the morning, while gearing up for your shift at the fences you recalled a memory - or, perhaps a dream - of feeling a hand tuck a strand of hair behind your ear at some point during the night. But there was no use in entertaining silly fantasies, back to work you went.

#this is so scary & also the most cringe thing i've ever done probably #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes x you #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes fanfic #andrew lincoln #twd fanfiction #twd fanfic #rick grimes / reader #rick grimes / you #rick grimes twd #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes angst #the walking dead fanfiction

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hearts4hughes · 1 year

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I would love for you to finish hard to get, Taylor swift tickets, or flirt? Btw your writing is phenomenal. You’re doing amazing bestie 🫶🏼

taylor swift tickets - trevor zegras

jack hughes x fem! reader + trevor zegras x fem! reader (platonic)

100 followers celly!

warnings: swearing and taylor swift presale type of stress

notes: in honor of my taylor concert fit coming in today<3. i hope you enjoy reading this short little blurb that basically sums up what a lot of people were feeling while waiting in the eras tour presale queue lol!

gif is not mine

trevor, jack, and i sit together on my couch. our eyes stay glued to the laptop screen that reads ‘2000+ people ahead of you in the queue’.

today is the taylor swift verified fan presale. we were one of the few people who got sent a presale code, and we are treasuring it. out of nervous habit, my leg begins to jump. i feel jack’s hand on my leg, trying to calm my nerves.

“babe, it’s ok. calm down.” he rubs my leg and i send him a deathly glare.

“no it’s not ok!” i snap, throwing my hands up. “there are probably no tickets left and we are waiting here like assholes!”

jack’s eyes widen, shocked at my sudden freak out. he giggles a little before rubbing his thumb against my cheek. “ok, but nothing can change our spot in the queue.”

“jack, respectfully, shut up.” trevor chimes in, hitting him in the head.

we all are dressed from head to toe in taylor swift merch. in result of us all coming from hockey families, in general are very superstitious, so our superstition doesn’t stop at taylor swift.

“oh my god! it moved!” i jump up from the couch, grabbing the laptop that sits on the coffee table in front of us. the screen now says ‘1530 people are ahead of you in the queue’, instead of 2000+.

trevor and jack shuffle in their spots, moving closer to me to get a better view of the laptop. as we begin to move through the queue, alarmingly fast, no one talks. the only thing that fills the room is the noises of trevor biting his nails, my jumpy leg, and jack’s phone.

“holy fuck,” trevor’s mouth stays wide open, in disbelief that there is only 1 person in front of us in the queue. “everyone ready for this?”

jack and i nod in response, too focused to talk. the screen changes and we are entered into the ticket sales screen. i click on any seats i can find, not caring about prices. as i click on the seats and select purchase, it says the tickets were already purchased by another fan. we all start to mutter swears under our breath and trevor even stands up, pacing the living room.

finally, i click on three seats. they in are in the 200’s section and a perfect view of the stage. i quickly click purchases tickets and get through to the payment process.

“someone grab the notepad with the credit card information!” i bark out orders as jack and trevor run around the living room to bring me the yellow notepad. jack throws the pad over to me and i type in the information, not messing up once. after entering everything, i click purchase and wait for the screen to confirm that i have the tickets.

as the screen goes blank, only showing a small circle indicating the purchase is being processed, no one even dares to move. i glance at trevor who has his hands on top of his head, and then jack, who has a nervous expression painted across his face.

i close my eyes and hold my breath, not wanting to watch what was going to happen next, but as both trevor and jack say ‘oh my god’ simultaneously, my eyes shoot open.

“we got the tickets!” i scream, throwing the laptop off my lap and shooting to my feet. we all cheer, hugging each other and jumping up and down. after we get off our adrenaline high, the shock hits us.

“we are seeing taylor swift.”

#hearts4hughes #jack hughes #nhl imagine #hockey blurb #jack hughes imagines #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #jack hughes x reader #trevor zegras x reader #nora's writings 💐

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sunohws · 3 months

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no rules - kang taehyun

pairing: fwb!taehyun x m!reader

synopsis: you and Taehyun are fwb and in order to not spoil their friendship, Taehyun imposes some rules on the relationship . . . (there's actually no other way to describe this.)

word count: 0.8k

a/n: ssfw :3 . . . this is also very VERY cringey... beware. also this has been in my drafts for over 2 weeks. um.. i may or may not have forgetten about it when i was revamping my profile. LOL!

Taehyun had four set rules when they first started out: first, no sex while they were on a busy schedule, i.e. at the time of performances, promotions, or tours; second, avoid unnecessary caresses; third, no kissing on the mouth; last but not least, no sleeping together, especially after sex.

These were four simple rules, but y/n hated them with all his heart. He knew that he could not break them, nor could he complain to have them eliminated, and finally he understood that Taehyun had them set for a reason. The Korean man had talked about something to do with the chemistry of human emotions and how not respecting them would cause a romantic attachment on the part of them, which would inevitably end their friendships.

Maybe Taehyun had exaggerated or been dramatic? you couldn’t tell, it was better not to risk it. And it’s not that you didn’t believe that, in fact, you didn’t care. Considering that you were already in love with Taehyun, nothing could make it worse. But you couldn’t tell his friend, or it might not only shake their friendship, but also with the group dynamic, more than the casual sex they had.

Which you thought was too little, considering everyone was busy with performances and touring for the last few months, a situation mentioned in Taehyun’s rules that left you with calluses on your hands, if you know what I mean.

You understood this, of course it was necessary to focus on work, to avoid distractions. However, in your humble opinion and perspective, even during work, they need to relax a little, even take some risks… And that is why you were in Taehyun’s room, lying half-naked on his bed, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom.

Originally, Huening Kai was supposed to be sharing the room with Taehyun, but fortunately, with your wit and persuasion – and a bit of bribery - you managed to swap places with the maknae. When Taehyun finally emerged from the bathroom, his gaze wandered in surprise and confusion to see your figure on his bed. And to your delight, Taehyun’s gaze also showed interest.

“No.” he said seriously, interrupting you before you could even say anything, causing your smile to crumble. “We’ve talked about this, not during concerts and promotions.” He said slowly, making sure that the other understood. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh come on.” You huffed, standing up and approaching Taehyun, wrapping your arms around his larger body. You smiled when your realize, Taehyun didn’t pull away. “You’re so tense…”

“Y/N”

You just nibbled Taehyun’s ear in response, fiddling and messing up his hair and, damn, Taehyun was so hot. You already felt as hard as a stone to have him in his arms, clean and smelling good, wearing only a robe, since knowing him well, he probably wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Are you an animal or what?” Taehyun gasped, failing to maintain a serious posture in front of the elder man, exposing his neck and giving you more room to act. You, who is no fool (ur super smart), immediately took advantage of this, leaving a trail of kisses on his skin as he ran his hands alonf the others body. A stronf and tasy body, just the way you likedit.

To be honest you still found it surreal the situation you were in, having a beneficial friendship relationship (im sorry wtf) with none other than Kang Taehyun, his crush…

“Y/N, seriously, we’re not even home…”

“But we are alone. And the reason why you don’t like to have sex with me when we are on tour or performing is because you’re afraid that you wont be able to dance the next day, but we don’t have a performance tomorrow.” You insisted, as you untied Taehyun’s robe a bit. And well, he didn’t stop you.

“pfft, I can’t believe you said that.” Taehyun laughed and patted your chest. You weren’t lying. “And look at you, as excited as I am.” You smiled, opening your robe. Taehyun narrowed his eyes and looked at you with an expression that should have been threatening but failed miserably.

“Well, just this once.” Agreed Taehyun.

You didn’t need anything else, you grabbed the boy by the thighs and lifted him while Taehyun whined and laughed. The tasty echoing laugh that made your heart warm up and squeeze. “Oh Y/N, you’re like an animal in heat, all impatient.” He scoffed, and you just smiled broadly as he threw him onto the bed, crawled over him and opened his robe.

“When it comes to you yes. And don’t pretend to be any less perverted than I am.” You added, whole nibbling and teasing one of his nipples. Sure, you would love to kiss Taehyun now, but you were already breaking a rule and maybe it was better to not push your luck… You didn’t want or need to think about that right now.

At that moment, it was just sex between friends with benefits. And while you were not so good at playing that role, you were certainly good at fucking Taehyun and making him forget everything.

And that’s what you did.

im throwing up in a good way kind of. why is this so cringe. lord! um um yeah um yeah mhm, i think yep sorry for how cringey this was.

#someone get me out #kang taehyun #taehyun #taehyun smut #fwb!taehyun #why is this lowk cringey #switch taehyun #switch reader #idol au #ssfw #beomgyu #yeonjun #hueningkai #soobin #txt smut #tomorrow x together

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fillinforlater · 2 years

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Spaceship: Horizon - Part 10: A Train to Drain

Male Reader x Kwon Nayeon (Nana), Nicha Yontararak (Minnie), Lee Chaeyoung (Isa), Kang Mina, Kim Yeonhee, Jung Chaeyeon, Im Yoona (ft. Kim Yerim, Choi Yena, Miyawaki Sakura)

Length: 6066 words

Tags: 8some, exhibitionism, post-sex, danger lol, aphrodisiac, possibly drunk sex, making out, kissing, sloppy blowjob, deepthroat, no gag reflex, cum swallowing, snow balling I guess, sharing is caring <3, undressing, bend-over, daddy kink, hard sex, voyeurism, lingerie, hairy, cumming inside, breeding kink maybe, mommy kink, sweet sex, fingering, titjob, titsplay, very rough sex, degrading language, braids as handles, cum everywhere lmao, missionary, lesbian play, butt-plug, cursing, squirting, femdom, femsub, female mommy kink, clit play, forced sex maybe, hair pulling, female orgasms en mass, anal, stand and carry (with help), fainting, too much sex, too many tags, I probably forgot like ten

TW: a little bit of drugs (aphrodisiac), and exhibitionism and little degradation, also polygamy lmao

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. What would I do without you? Thank you, as always!

(A/N: Yes, this is an 8some. Seven idols of seven groups I haven’t written yet. This is also the setup for the season finale! Enjoy!)

“Attention, everyone! Head to your sleeping quarters or headquarter immediately! This is an order. Those that will not arrive at their respective quarters within fifteen minutes will be punished severely. Achtung an alle—”

The roaring siren wakes you up. It lasts only for about ten seconds, before Helper’s robotic, threatening voice interjects. In multiple languages he repeats the warning—at least, it’s what you assume in your half-sleepy, half-exhausted state.

Yeri is the little spoon to your big spoon. Except for her beautiful legs and feet, she is covered by a yellow blanket. Your flaccid dick rests on her firm ass cheeks, enjoying their smoothness after long sessions of usage. The two of you made a mess underneath the blanket, and by removing it, it's revealed.

“Yeri, get up. This sounds serious.”

“Five more minutes,” she says, a few wrinkles appearing on her forehead.

“Stop joking, we have no time for this shit!”

You jump up and take the blanket with you. Yeri mewls and squirms on the bed in need of the cozy object. Just like you, she is completely naked, but unlike you, she is not scrambling to get all of her clothes back on.

“Why are you in such a hurry? What are they going to do, kill us?”

“Uhm, yeah? Maybe they are doing this as an experiment? A test, to find those that are disobedient and execute the—where the fuck is my shirt?”

It’s seemingly nowhere. No matter how thoroughly your eyes scan the room, you cannot find it. You don’t even remember where Yeri tore the garment off your torso. In front of the large mirror? At the end of the creaking bed? Behind that shaky stool? Even after scanning them two times, three times, you’re still shirtless.

“Aw~ Are you looking for this?” Yeri asks in a playful voice. She leans backwards and makes a show out of pulling the striped shirt from in between her legs.

“Do you still want to wear this? Look—”

She points at streaks of glassy, white liquid at the hem of the shirt.

“—that’s yours! Oh, and this—”

Yeri points at large stains of wetness all over the blue and white fabric.

“—is mine. Damn, it smells nice—”

With a scoff you tear it from her hands. The piece of clothing feels unusable. Yeri giggles and stretches her limbs across the equally unusable bed—if you were able to sleep in this, you might as well put the shirt on. It might save you a lot of trouble after all.

“Hello! Oh my, am I interrupting something?”

A distinctive, ecstatic voice booms over the monotonous repetition of the speaker. Yena’s smile is distinctive, equally happy and sly, as she slowly walks towards you. You flail backwards, before narrowing your eyes. Embarrassment and anger rise in your head for just a moment, but then you resign yourself to utter confusion.

“Ah, fuck it!” you shout out and sink into the chair on which you pounded Yeri, “I give up, do whatever you want, I—"

"Nice, next round?" Yeri asks. Seductively, she spreads her legs and uses her fingers to show off her folds. Despite the exhibitionistic behavior, both Yeri and Yean do not pay attention to one another. The latter is much more focused on getting information across to you.

"You two will have to wait for that. We have to win before that."

You roll your eyes. Yena's words leave you utterly lost in their mysteriousness. She sounds like an edgy teenager in their rebellious phase and you have no time for it. In only a couple of minutes, you might be in big trouble.

"Yena, I'll go now. This is too stupid for me."

"They won't come. They won't do anything to you, they can't."

"What the fuck? Explain! You sound like a conspiracy theorist or some moron—"

Yena raises her fist. A sparkle of determination and joy shines in her eyes. Her appearance is cute yet her behavior is still as vague as one can be.

"Okay, I'll give you a very brief, unsatisfactory explanation now. If you follow through, I'll give you a ten hour lecture about—literally everything you want."

"Really, now? Fuck you, Yena, you’re so annoying. Is it that hard to tell me—"

A moan in the background interrupts your one-sided fight with Yena. Yeri starts to masturbate by rubbing her clit in gradual circles. Yeah, this was to be expected of her. Somehow, she is not yet satisfied, even after hours of sex.

"One more video—"

Yena's voice is suddenly deep and honest. A weird, unfitting change with Yeri's moans and the wet sounds of her pussy in the background, but with every passing second, things seem to make less and less sense.

"One more video and we will be free from them. Make the craziest fuck session ever and they will all disappear."

"Your drinks, ladies."

With elegant steps and a swing of your hips, you glide through the delighted crowd towards the full table in this crowded bar. The tone of your voice is not as elegant. It's been an hectic evening after all. Dozens of customers want to be served and your colleagues are eager to do their bare minimum for some reason. Would've been nice if they at least increased their speed by a factor of 1.2, but no, they still move at a snail's pace.

A cynical person might call the table you're serving a 'consolation prize'. Sure, the seven women order drink after drink and put you under severe pressure, but they all look absolutely stunning. Beautiful girl after beautiful girl, all very distinct, with their own style, yet their synergy is immaculate. They laugh, bicker and raise glasses with no end in sight.

"Hey, Mina! That's mine—stop!" Chaeyeon complains.

"Chill, you can have a sip of mine too," Yeonhee interrupts the arising argument.

While you place down the next round of drinks, your eyes scan the seven faces quickly. Should I go for it and ask for her number? Ah, no, they all look too rich or out of your league to tell you. It's no use, and work is still going to keep you occupied for a couple of hours.

"You two, always sticking tongues in the same thing…" Nicha’s witty response finds a quick counter by Chaeyeon.

"Nicha, you too kissed guys who had girlfriends before, so—"

"That's totally different!"

"Uhm, hey. I'd like to order an, uhm."

Oh, this one is directed at you. The quietest girl looks at you with her puppy eyes. She is adorable, but her extremely expensive outfit forces you to throw out every fantasy of ever asking her out.

"Ah, yes. What can I get for you?" you eventually respond with a shy smile.

"Nana, do you really think you can take another?" Yoona, the oldest, says worriedly.

"Yes!” Nana oozes confidence, “I want the, what's it called, oh yes! Limoncello Martini, with extra lemon juice, please."

"Sure, thing," you say. To your surprise, the background noise gets louder as the seven beauties fall quiet. Fourteen eyes in different sizes and colors fly open wide. A feeling of uncomfortableness creeps up your spine and you quickly leave the table.

That was creepy. Ah, whatever. Probably just an inside joke.

A cocktail here, a beer there, a bowl of peanuts to the back. Water, vodka, wine, cola, then a tequila-filled glass hits the floor. A lot can happen in ten minutes, but eventually the Limoncello Martini reaches Nana. Its strong lemon smell reaches your nose and you can't help but to grimace at the acidity. Her friends are caught up in an excited chatter that quiets down when you arrive.

"The Limoncello, extra lemon, for you."

"Thank you very much~" Nana responds with a bright smile. Her eyes show signs of the alcohol taking its well-known effect: unfocused, slightly dizzy, yet just as sparkling as when she first entered the bar. Why shouldn’t this be the perfect time to ask h—

“Give me some too!”

“Hey, Yeonhee, stop! Order your own drink!”

“Give me money then.”

“You have your own money!”

“Stop fighting, you two.”

A calm, confident voice interrupts the two girls before they can spill the drink. Yeonhee, a blonde girl with pure features and cute lips that now furrow to a pout, leaves the cocktail glass alone and Nana immediately dives in to take a sip. The muscles on her cheeks and forehead contort as the boozy liquid finds its way down her throat. You chuckle.

“I thought so. I never saw someone order extra lemon. Is it too sour? Can I get you a new one?”

“No,” Nana whispers while putting the glass down, “but you can give me your number, hm?”

The bar is closed. Most people left hours ago. The sun has been up for a couple of hours now and everyone who drank one or two cocktails over their limit is dozing at home. Behind the counter, your boss is counting stacks of cash, while your co-worker cleans the remaining glasses and tables.

You’re not helping them today. You always do, but your luck is beyond reason this morning. Nana’s arms wrap around your neck while yours are on her exposed waist. In short intervals, you two engage in a wild battle of tongues, before pulling back with groans. Her hands find your back, abs, pecs, whereas yours go down from her breast, to her ass, and end at her thighs.

“Touch me more,” Nana moans. You’d respond, but she leaves you speechless with her lips as a seal and tongue as a plug. Answering isn’t necessary of course, since you can just continue to squeeze her delicious curves. Her breasts are a nice handful, but a white top with weird, wide see-through plastic straps keeps you from feeling their texture.

All it takes is a pull and the straps glide down Nana’s arm and the top down to her midriff. No bra. You both smile into the kiss. She frees her arms and unbuckles her pants to let both pieces of garment drop to the floor. You want to dive in immediately—

“Did you know I like sharing~?”

“Uhm, well you didn’t share your drink back then.”

“Just because I knew she wouldn’t like it.” Nana unbuttons your shirt, then continues her explanation in a sultry tone, “I share different things. Men like you, for example.”

Your heart has been racing ever since Nana pulled out her phone to type in your ten digit number and now it picked up the pace once more. The question of if she is serious becomes unnecessary when you see the door slowly open to reveal one of her friends—Nicha. The punk-like outfit she wore back at the table is nowhere to be seen. Her hair is a mess, the same goes for her loosely-hanging bra and drenched crimson panties.

“She’s hot, huh?” Nana whispers. Sucks at your now-bare collarbone can’t distract you from the tipsy Nicha walking towards you. The sway of her hips is deadly, the same for her lips. Never before have you seen a woman with matching lingerie and lipstick. It’s an insane sight.

“Sit down,” Nicha orders. Nana struggles to get your belt open, leaving her friend's waiting. An eye roll later and the girl in black hair yanks down your pants. As these pants still fall, she shoves you into the couch. Your gasp again when Nicha goes down to her knees before you and frees your cock from its underwear cage with nothing but her mouth.

“You’ll love this. Her tongue and mouth are incredible.”

Nana’s statement is confirmed instantaneously. Nicha licks your cockhead in swirls like she is engaging in a passionate kiss with it. The texture of her tongue is all over your sensitive tip, then proceeds to move further down the shaft to reach your base. To your surprise, Nicha doesn’t gag, even with multiple inches in her throat. It takes her little effort to leave red imprints on your shaven base.

Nana nibbles and licks on your earlobe. It sends a shiver down your spine, but you still can't stop staring down at Nicha and her black bangs as they move through her blowjob. The sound of wet sloshes of saliva mixes with Nana's whisper right next to your ear.

"Do you like that? Two girls, all over you? I can make it more, if you just… cum.”

“Fuck.”

Your groan encourages Nicha to smear more of her lipstick on you. Your arousal and sensitivity reach their peak when Nicha does a quick corkscrew motion with mouth and Nana drags her tongue along your jaw. Nana moves down your throat to your chest, her black-haired friend down your length to your balls. Nicha takes them into her mouth. Pop, pop. They are full and you’re close to unleashing what's inside them.

“F-fuck,” your groan out in bliss.

“Nicha~”

Nana’s cutesy voice resonates from your navel where the journey of her tongue ended.

“I know you want it all. Take it.”

“Shut up!”

Angrily, she goes down on you again, the chin grazes your saliva-glazed balls. With an elongated hiss you announce what they both know: your orgasm is imminent. In a moment of blind enthusiasm, you grab Nicha’s sweaty hair and pull it down. A gasp from Nana, as she is cheek-to-cheek with Nicha comes simultaneously to your final groan.

Gulp, gulp, gulp. Three times is not enough for Nicha to fully swallow the sticky whiteness. She backs off and the rest drips from her mouth, only to be caught by an eager Nana. Coos and giggles in between slurps of semen are Nicha’s song before she finishes it with a shout.

“Next~!”

Your vision is dizzy. Your eyes switch from an exhausted Nicha to an amused Nana to your hard cock to foreign hands on your cock to massive thighs to covered breasts. After a short recovery you recognize the new faces with their respective attributes: Isa and Mina, also part of the friend group from last night.

Isa’s gorgeous face does not include her familiar smile, but a red hue, probably from the copious amounts of liquor she consumed. She is almost brash, completely different from Mina. Isa does not hesitate to put her fingers around your cock to stroke it. You groan in surprise at the pleasure and Isa takes the chance to kiss you. However, her dance is a mess and her teeth are a constant obstacle. A sting when she accidentally bites your lip interrupts the attempt.

“I’m sorry, fuck.”

“It’s fine, I—”

“No, no, I know I’m bad at that. Can I still get uhm…?”

She nods towards your phallus and you chuckle.

“Sure. How would you like it?”

“How about—”

Isa climbs off from the couch, her right hand lingering on your chest a little, her left hand lingering around your cock a little longer, and stands up straight. She looks lost and stressed, her eyes darting around the room. With every step her breasts jiggle a little and her thighs jiggle a little more, as she walks towards a dark oak dresser in the corner of the room.

“—here?”

Isa ignores the vase, mirror, and glass beads atop the dresser and rests her elbows in between them, then she shakes her head to free her stupidly gorgeous face from any stray locks, spreads her wobbly, smooth legs and looks back at you. It works like an aphrodisiac.

Mindlessly, you jump up and almost butt heads with Mina. Fuck. Isa had occupied your brain to the point that you forgot about the busty cutie before you. Unlike Isa, she is still wearing something: a simple white bra with matching panties. Conservative, but beautiful. It fits her. After all, she is still covering her cheeks and timidly looks away. What gives away her hidden desire is a wet spot of arousal on said panties.

“Damn, you're beautiful.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Wanna join us?”

“Uh, I, uhm, don’t—”

“You don’t have to—”

“No! S-sure, I’ll c-come with you.”

You stretch out your hand as an invitation. It must look odd when you're completely naked and your cock swings. Nevertheless, Mina’s shyness subsides a little and she reaches for your hand. As your digits entwine, you hear a desperate cry from Isa.

“Pleeeeease, hurry!”

Mina follows after you and rests on the wall next to the dresser. Though she looks shy and flushed, her eyes still follow your body and Isa’s body when they meet in a backhug. Your dick glides into the gap beneath Isa’s leaking pussy. Her velvety insides might not squeeze you right now, but her thighs, her godly thighs create suffocating pressure.

“Fuck, your thigh—”

“I know. Can you fuck me now?”

“Hm? Am I not fucking you?” you joke, thrusting into the gap while gently caressing her hair. If you’re honest, this is easily enough pleasure to make you ignore the risky fuck of a pussy. After about ten thrusts, ten claps on her firm butt, Isa breaks:

“No! Fuck. My. Pussy! Hard, no more bulls—ah!”

Isa screams out in pleasure. Finally, your cock has found its way between her slick folds and then into her hot depth. Your fingers now entwine with her silken hair and pull. There is no turning back for her, for you, for Mina, as she gawks at the rapid fire jolts of your hip.

Ripple after ripple turn Isa’s thighs into an ocean of waves. Your heavy thrusts of your pelvis against her ass, causes her to whine adorably. Isa’s whines turn to moans when you hit the entrance to her womb with hard smacks of your leaking tip. The glass beads tremble, the vase almost tumbles, the mirror shakes dangerously. Isa’s hot, rampant breaths cause it to mist up and your relentless pounding almost causes its downfall.

Unbeknownst to you and beyond her self-control, Mina leans in closer. Drool leaks from her lips and onto the brown wooden surface. Her face is visibly heating up and her legs rub together frantically. The friction makes her panties become a useless towel. They fail to hold the nectar dripping from her pussy as she tries to hold onto the shaking dresser.

“Good, good, Daddy! Fuck me, fill me!”

“Wh-what?”

“Yes, Daddy! Give me your milk!”

Confusion and fear overtakes your head. You spin it to the side; this plain, gray wall won’t help you. To the other; an undressing Mina is no help either. Over your shoulder; Nana fortunately provides an explanation:

“She is on birth control, don’t worry! She just likes being full.”

And you definitely like her pussy, its divine texture, glorious heat and virgin-like grip. This is a gift you cannot refuse. Isa is not only begging for it with her words, her body also moves to match your pace. Only second until you cum for a second time, yet you don’t want to leave the second girl unsatisfied. Use your unoccupied hand and go on an adventure. The treasure is her clit, which you stimulate with quick rubs to push her into climax. It should always be this easy.

“Oh my God, fuck!”

Cross the finish line together with Isa. It feels like pumping a week's worth of semen into the twitching, unstable girl. When you pull out of her and back off, Isa slowly sinks to the ground. Her breaths are deep, quick and satisfied. Something is off though. For some reason, you’re still energetic, still hard, still feral—or is it actually the other way around?

You somehow turned into an animal in heat. Nothing can stop you.

Mina gaps when you grab her hand and throw her onto the sofa. She mewls when you tell her to remove her bra, but still follows through. The astonishing sight of her breasts gives your dick-controlled brain an idea.

Climb on top of her and align your shaft with the gap in between her big mounds, then grab said mounds and squeeze. This pocket around your cock is soft and Isa’s fresh juices serve as a lubricant. In this weird position where you have to balance yourself to not crash onto Mina’s trained stomach makes the tit fuck hard, but absolutely thrilling.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Your order came out harsher, more desperate than you would’ve wanted. Mina’s aroused face shows no signs of being startled, on the contrary: she obliges. Her small tongue protrudes from her luscious lips, and with more aggression you try to reach it. A couple of thrusts and you groan. A drool-covered tip meets a pussy-juice-covered tip. Not a huge difference, until yours leaks pre-cum and sprinkles it. Mina laps it up and grimaces at her first taste of the clear liquid.

“Good girl. I’ll give you a reward.”

You stop and move your attention away from Mina’s bust. Your fingers glide over her midriff and without hesitation dive into her sodden panties. A wild bush, almost as wild as your attack onto her vulva, is no obstacle for your goal to pleasure her. Mina mewls like a kitten when you finger fuck her.

Find the nub in her dark pubic hair and rub it with your thumb. Your finger thrusts go faster and faster. Mina’s breasts make sure you don’t go flaccid and suddenly, she squeezes them together and down your length. It’s no use, holding your moan back and luckily Mina joins you. This becomes a duel, a battle of who can pleasure the other better.

A moment of hesitation, contemplation, then overstimulation for Mina. She jerks her tits up and down to have any semblance of winning this competition, but her lower body is giving up on her. It goes up on its own, fucking your finger, and suddenly unleashing. A clear stream of squirt flies across the couch and onto your rubbing fingers.

Mina throws her head back just in time for you to do the same. Four spurts of cum streak over the beautiful girl, from her forehead to her nipples. A little bit drips into her mouth while she moans. The saltiness makes her whine as the wave of pleasure abates.

You laugh.

“Damn, that was amazing.”

“Wow. You were right, Nana, he’s still hard,” a new voice whispers.

Chaeyeon gives Nana a back hug and nibbles on the younger woman's neck. Nana moans and bites her lip. Through the sudden attack of affection, she points over at the small living room table. On it lies another girl. The sight makes your brain lag and you forget her name.

Does a name really matter if she is already nude, legs spread, fingers on her clit?

You turn your body towards her. She looks impatient, so you hurry to get off of Mina and cover the small distance. It’s not fast enough however. With an annoyed gaze, she speaks her mind with no filter.

“Hurry the fuck up! Please me!”

“Woah, chill! Your face is cute, but you’re a needy bitch, huh?”

Long, golden blond braids are favorable handles for you. With your first, merciless pull you remember her name again. Yeonhee. Innocent-looking, but absolutely bratty. Maybe she is just confident and really wants your dick. Either way, she gets it.

Plunge into her. Yeonhee’s legs tremble like she is currently experiencing an orgasm. You ignore it and only chase your own release. It will be the fourth of this morning and because Yeonhee’s insides are hotter than the sun itself, you’ll soon be there. Each drill is proof of the mind-blowing texture of the blonde’s velvety walls. You complement it with another pull on her braids.

“Argh, fuck.”

“You get what you want—or should I stop?”

“No, fuck me—ah!”

Yeonhee is a mess of trembles once more. Could it actually be this easy to make her cum? You wouldn’t dare to complain. She milks like her life depends on it whenever you give her pain and pleasure in the form of pulls and thrusts. Because of the contortion of her adorable face, you haven’t paid attention to her breasts yet. The handfuls bounce up and down, and you lean in to lap at her solid nipples.

The sweat on her back makes her glide centimeters over the glass surface of the table. Jiggles on her perfectly endowed go unnoticed, at least by you. From behind you hear moans and giggles from Nana and Chaeyeon. The thought of them pleasuring each other while watching you makes you increase your speed.

Yeonhee screams. She throws her arms back off the edge of the table and her clean, sweaty pits get exposed. Instinctively, your tongue moves down from her mound to the exposed pit to lick up more of her addictive body. This time, you won’t care if she can get pregnant or not. You just want to unload in this damn body, and she wants you as well.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck, never stop. I want more!”

“Yeonhee, me too. Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Your pelvises only meet once more. Her braids are handles only once more. Your cock only spurts into Yeonhee once more. It’s all worth it. When you pull out, cream flushes out of her red pussy. It runs in between her ass cheeks and makes a sticky mess on the table. You move away from her, just a step, to take the beautiful girl into view. She has her eyes closed and—

“Aw~ Are you going soft in Mommy’s hand~?”

A mocking voice. A delicate hand. A painful groan. Perky nipples press into your back, in fact, you feel the entirety of a toned, bare body. Like this, you cannot see her face, but you have a feeling who it could be. Chaeyeon confirms your assumption when she calls out:

"Yoona-unnie! I want to go next!"

"Oh, sweetie, I'm not taking him away from you. Actually, I'm helping you."

She pulls back her hand at a snail's pace. You squirm and lean back even more into Yoona's body and her second hand makes sure you'll stay like this. Your thoroughly used cock twitches like crazy and it was about to go soft—

"I'm keeping him hard. Look~"

It's not only her hand. Yoona's voice, with its sultry, mocking, demanding tone is like a pacemaker. It forces blood to go back to your cock. You stay solid, physically ready to go, but your brain is lagging. This morning had been too crazy.

"Mommy did her thing. Now~go give it to our cute Chaeyeon here."

"Stop calling me cute, Unnie!" Chaeyeon says angrily. She abandons her intimate hug and kiss session with Nana and lays down on the couch, next to a snoring Mina.

"I want you now, mister waiter," the stunning brunette says, spreading her legs high and wide.

"Will you really keep her waiting~?" Yoona asks, her lips right at your ear.

A stupid question. Of course you don't want to keep a willing woman with perfect legs and juicy breasts waiting. Your mind is failing you. The constant stimulation and switch in partners made it a mushy mess.

Yoona guides you from behind. Each movement of her limbs forces you to move yours as well- Her legs and hands cover the miniscule distance to Chaeyeon's shaven slit. Her eyes sparkle in need.

"Put it in, put it in, please,” Chaeyeon begs.

"Fold her, press her, fill her, do it for Mommy.” Yoona’s seductive voice is inescapable.

"Y-yes, Mommy."

And you do it. Your fingers wrap around Chaeyeon's ankles. In one swing, you press her smooth legs back and down. Chaeyeon gasps in anticipation, so you continue. Align your cock with her awaiting pussy and you find that she has a surprise for you: the heart-shaped gem of a butt-plug in between her small cheeks.

"Our pretty Chaeyeon has gotten kinky~"

Before Chaeyeon can respond to Yoona's remark, you flick, tug and lightly twist the protruding end of the sex toy.

"It looks hot."

"It feels amazing. I always wanted to try it with a cock in me—shit!"

A curse from her tender lips. It's only the first of many, many curses an elegant woman like her should not spout, but then again, no one who it could bother will ever know. It's just her, her six equally horny and naughty friends, and you.

"How does she feel? Come on, tell Mommy~"

Yoona massages your shoulders as she watches you massaging Chaeyeon's insides. Both their pussies leak down your legs, from the front, from the back. Quickly, you get on your toes to get more leverage. Glide deep and groan your answer.

"Mommy, she is—fuck, incredible. She feels so tight and I can f-feel the plug."

"Good boy~"

All of a sudden, Yoona jolts her hips forward against your ass. Your formerly careful thrusts are gone. Yoona makes you fuck her friend harder than planned and consequentially, Chaeyeon grips the pillows harder.

"Unnie, what are you—fuck!"

"Shhh, baby girl~! You're mine now."

You're stuck. Trapped between the bodies of two women. Yoona uses you as her tool, to stimulate the younger Chaeyeon. Never before felt being used this good. Luckily, Chaeyeon seems to melt and falter to the pleasure a faster-than-expected fucking gives her.

Kiss Chaeyeon's womb and simultaneously Yoona kisses your nape. Even with her lips and tongue she is eager, thus it's no surprise that Chaeyeon succumbs to the double thrusts.

"U-unnie, it fee—" Chaeyeon is cut off by a harsh Yoona.

"No, sweetie. Wrong."

"M-M-Mommy, fuck, it feels so good. My pussy, my ass—make me cum, please."

Yoona's hands wander over your waist to her friend's clit. What happens after is unbeknownst to you. All you see is Chaeyeon's eyes jumping open wide and here the pleasure-filled scream from trembling lips. Then the pressure around your dick becomes unbearable. Yoona forces a quick array of thrusts, but then you burst.

After so many loads, it's no surprise that this one is tiny and not near as creamy as before. Still, the pulses from Chaeyeon's cunt make you feel an indescribable heat and the joy of sex makes you slowly tumble into dreamland. This victory of Yoona is your final part in this scene.

"Hey, don't fall asleep on me! I still haven't had my share!"

Nana shouts and shakes at your shoulder. She pulls you away from the couch and the other girls and pulls you into a hug. Your semi-hard cock grazes her folds, but it's too late. You become flaccid.

"No! This is so unfair."

"Give him more of it," Yeonhee says from behind. You don't see her, as your eyes are focused on the disappointed Nana.

"But is it safe? I don't want him to overdose."

"O-overdose? What do you mean?"

Nana sighs.

"Do you remember the Limoncello Martini? The extra lemon has a… special effect. It makes you last longer."

"What?"

Any follow-up question is stuck in your throat. Considering your current environment and predicament, the existence of such a substance is not surprising at all. How did they get their hands on it though?

"Yeah. And because I still did not have you in me, I want you to smell a tiny bit of it. Is that okay with you?"

"How could I possibly refuse such an offer? I think you’ve deserved it now."

Nana giggles and you hear steps behind you. One of the six woman you had sex with before holds her finger underneath your nose. The distinct smell of the citrusy fruit hits your nostrils. It's not even close to the Limoncello Martini, so you suspect that its effects will not be enough, but Nana shows confidence.

“This will do.”

Then she kisses you. Once again, your tongues play and dance with each other as you feel the effects on the lower part of your body. Once again, the two of you have your hands at the other's body, although this time only certain spots are of interest. Once again, you get horny for this frisky girl and the lemon-stimulus makes you hard in her squeezing hand.

“One load?” Nana asks jokingly, as her fingers wander down to your balls and cup them super gently.

“More would kill me.”

“Then I want it… in my ass.”

Nana’s whisper was not quiet enough. The part of her friends that’s able to stand up does so and hastily positions themselves next to you. Their eyes are bright, their grins as well.

“Nana, finally.”

“We’ve waited so long for this. Good girl~”

Both Yoona and Nicha hook their arms around Nana’s legs and lift the light woman up. Her wetness rubs on your hardness now as she once again wraps her arms around your nape. You instinctively help in stabilizing her, but now your arms are occupied. There is no way for you to align with her puckered entrance.

Luckily, a third girl staggers over and finds stop at your shoulders. Chaeyeon completes the circle of beauty around you and her sweaty hands reach for your sensitive shaft. When you hiss, she giggles.

“Hm, I’m glad I get to touch this snake, Daddy.”

“Daddy? What?!”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you made me pregnant just now. So take—”

With no warning, she shoves your tip into Nana’s ass.

“—responsibility.”

Nana screams and you almost join her. This is too much. A man isn’t made for feeling the narrow, scorching confines of so many holes in such a short amount of time. A heart, a brain, a cock can’t possibly survive such frequent usage and stimulation. They will surely break at some point.

For Nana, however, you’ll accept this fate. Even if you fucking die through this, you will not stop.

The brunette girl has tears in her eyes, while her Unnies praise her and coo with every inch you push into her ass. At times, she feels too tight to get your entire length into her, but eventually, with a lot of help from her friends, you bottom out. Muster all the strength you have to pull her close. Thank God that Chaeyeon is like a pillar behind you or you would have lost balance.

“I-it hurts m-more than I thought,” Nana whimpers, a few tears running down her flawless cheeks.

“Y-you good? We can stop whenever you want. This is not a competition.”

“Yeah, baby,“ Yoona softly says, “you did good, you don’t have to prove anything~.”

“My first time hurt too,” Nicha adds, while adding kisses to Nana’s back.

“No! J-just go v-very slowly, okay?”

Take a look at Nana’s sparkling eyes. They reaffirm her words and so you, with a lot of help, begin your first thrust. It’s easily the slowest you’ve pulled out of a girl this morning, but it’s also necessary. Nana’s face is distorted by pain until your glans is the only thing inside her butt.

“You can do it.” Chaeyeon’s words are amplified by her massaging Nana’s legs.

“Yes, I can.”

You groan. Even at such a slow pace, this thrust feels great. Nana’s ass grips tightly and soon, every part of your cock gets milked from her walls. Who could last longer than a minute inside this amazing hole?

Your brain starts to fail. First your nose. The smell of sweat, juice and sex escape you. Then your vision. Gorgeous faces, bare chests and slender limbs become fuzzy. Finally, your own body. Yoona, Nicha and Chaeyeon are the only reason you and Nana are still upright.

“I-I can’t anymore.”

“Please, just a couple more thrusts.”

Her plea, your only energy. You begin to thrust faster. She winces. You repeat the motion, and suddenly she groans. Your perception of time has gone haywire. Suddenly you feel yourself pounding Nana faster. She doesn’t cry anymore and seems to fit perfectly around your length. Moans and cheers make a cacophony that reassure you: it’s working now.

“So good! Please, cum inside! Cum before me!”

What an odd request.

A hole in your memory. All you do is feel and hear. Ropes of cum flee your body, Nana trembles around you. Her wetness lubes your torso, her fingernails scratch your neck. There are moans, there are sighs, there is a door being opened. Confused, excited, panicked voices—and in between all of them, you immediately recognize one.

“You did it! We are free, finally!”

Sakura. What is she doing here?

(A/N2: Sorry for all those tags, and thanks for reading! If you find missing tags, comment them or sth lmao)

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hi! could u write a robin buckley x reader where robin and the reader get paired up to look around the creel house in s4 and robin is just like a huge gay mess and can’t stop rambling LOL? thank u! i love ur work

What a Moment, my first request. First off: Thank you so much ! I love this idea and I hope you love reading this. <3

Thank Me Later

pairing : robin buckley x fem!reader

warnings : none

summary : y/n had always thought that robin buckley disliked her, since robin just seems to act weird around her. but when they get paired up to explore the house of the enemy, they are forced to talk to each other.

third person pov

Y/n entered the Creel house last, cautiously following the group inside. She was not a big fan of this entire upside down thing and had no experience with the strange stuff going on in Hawkins yet. In fact, y/n had just recently moved here with her family, since her dad got a job in Lindale and the rent in Hawkins was at an all time low. In retrospect, she should have known that something was off about that.

She quickly befriended Nancy Wheeler, since she was also part of the school’s newspaper. They got along really well and it didn’t take long until Nancy became y/n’s person of trust. They would hang out almost every day, sharing their deepest secrets with one another. One of them was y/n’s sexuality, which she kept to herself most of her life.

“You must probably think I’m a weirdo now. God, I’m so stupid-“, y/n started rambling. Nancy cut her off by giving her a tight hug.

“You’re not stupid y/n. And I don’t think you’re a weirdo. Who cares who you love. Boy or girl. It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re happy. I promise.”, Nancy whispered softly, making y/n sob a little.

A few weeks ago y/n also met Steve and Robin at Family Video. She immediately got along with Steve but with Robin it was just different. She really liked Robin from Steve’s stories, but it just didn’t match with the Robin she had met. Whenever the two of them were alone, Robin would either ignore y/n or she would make it painfully clear that she wasn’t interested in y/n’s life. Like at all. All interactions between them just seemed very confusing, so y/n concluded that Robin simply didn’t like them.

“So.. I just moved her from Portland actually.”, y/n told Robin as they waited for Steve to get back.

“Cool… Isn’t that where Steven King was born? I read a few of his novels. Some were really good actually. Carrie and Shining are super popular I think, you probably know them. But this man seems to have a lot on his mind or whatever… Yes. Very unique novels.”, Robin replied.

After that both of them just stayed silent.

Besides that, y/n’s life in Hawkins seemed to be going just fine. Well, until she was with Nancy when Fred Benson died, which started y/n’s inclusion in all of this mess. After that, Nancy decided to tell her everything that had happened in Hawkins over the past years. Although they did tell each other everything, Nancy just thought that it would be best for y/n to not know about all the crazy stuff going on, in order to protect her. But at this point, there was no point in lying any longer. And now y/n was standing inside the house that seemed to be the center of a strange monster killer who just a few hours ago made Max Mayfield float a few meters above the ground.

“Just great..”, y/n whispered to herself as she looked around the abandoned home.

“Hey, guys? You all see that right?”, Max spoke up, pointing her flashlight at an old clock hanging on the wall.

The group gathered around it, all agreeing to seeing it.

“Is this what you saw? In your visions?”, Nancy asked carefully.

Max nodded her head, making y/n let out a loud sigh. ‘This keeps getting better and better.’, she thought to herself.

“I mean, it’s.. just a clock. Right?”, Robin replied while walking towards it. She brushed some of the dust off with her hand. “Like a normal old clock.”

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks? Maybe he’s, like, a clockmaker or something?”, Steve asked confused.

“I think you cracked the case Steve.”, Dustin replied sarcastically. Steve just gave Dustin an annoyed look.

“All I know is the answers are here. Somewhere... Okay everyone stay in groups of two. Since we are uneven, I’m going with Steve and Dustin. Y/n, you go with Robin.”, Nancy commanded, making her way over to Steve.

“Woah, wait.”, y/n said as she grabbed Nancy’s arm. “Why me and Robin??”, she whispered.

“You’ll thank me later.”, was the only thing Nancy replied before leaving. She turned around once more to wink at y/n, and with that she was gone.

Y/n turned around to everyone being gone besides Robin, who just awkwardly stood in the hallway. Robin didn’t know what to do, so she just gave y/n a little wave. Y/n replied with a half-hearted smile and made her way to the stairs.

“Let’s go upstairs then.”, y/n suggested, walking up the stairs with Robin following behind her.

As they explored the house together, y/n got more and more scared. It reminded her of some horror movie setting and she just waited for something bad to happen. They entered a room which seemingly used to be a children’s room.

“If I wrote a book…about all of this, do you think it would do good? I think it would do pretty good, I mean no one would come up with the strange stuff that goes on here, right? I mean it’s out of this world. Literally. And I would call it.. let me think…”, Robin started rambling.

Y/n didn’t bother answering, knowing that Robin probably didn’t expect an answer anyways. But in some way she enjoyed Robin’s rambling, it was adorable really.

“I know. I would call it “The Strange Summer in Hawkins”. I mean the first book. There would be multiple of course. Maybe about three or four volumes and each one would have different characters and all. Or the same ones? I mean people would get attached to the characters, it would be stupid to replace them with each book. But some of them would have to.. you know. Die. Sooner or later. I don’t know yet.”, Robin finally said, still walking around the room.

Y/n started going through a box of old stuff, finding nothing that seemed to be helpful. Just a few pictures, some old creepy toys. Nothing out of the ordinary. The whole vibe in this house just seemed off. There were so many spiders crawling around and everything just seemed like it would fall apart any second. Y/n was about to give up searching through the stuff when suddenly she felt a presence right besides her, scaring the living hell out of the girl.

“Found something?”, Robin asked with her head over y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n jumped in shock, accidentally hitting her shoulder against Robin’s throat. Robin stumbled back and let out a loud groan.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”, y/n repeatedly said, putting her hands over her mouth.

Robin just laughed it off, holding her hand against her throat.

“That was my fault, sorry.”, she said while sitting down on a dusty chair.

Y/n collected herself, and sat down on a chair besides her. From this angle Robin was actually really beautiful, she thought to herself.

“You know, I got hit in the throat once before. By some russian guy actually. It was preeetty scary and all. I don’t know if Nancy told you but, there was this thing going on with the Russians and all. Yeah. Pretty scary stuff.”, Robin continued ranting.

Y/n just sat next to Robin, listening to her talking, and talking, and talking. Until she suddenly stopped. Y/n looked over to Robin who now rested her elbows on her knees and started fiddling with her rings. The silence that followed was louder than it should have been.

“I like your rings. They are pretty.”, y/n almost whispered, trying to break the tension.

“You don’t really enjoy talking to me, do you?”, Robin just replied sounding almost frustrated.

“What makes you think that?”, y/n said, furrowing her eyebrows.

“I mean, most of the time it just feels like I’m talking to myself. You don’t really.. try to hold a conversation you know.“, Robin answered, her eyes focused on her hands.

“Well Robin, most of the time it just seems like you don’t even want me to reply. Yeah you talk a lot, but.. it feels like you just don’t care what I have to say.”, y/n commented.

Robin lifted her head and looked into y/n’s eyes for the first time since they had met, making y/n blush a little.

“I’m sorry. I know I tend to ramble a lot when I’m nervous.”, Robin stated shyly.

“Nervous? Why would you be nervous?”, y/n asked sincerely, trying to hold eye contact.

Robin started blushing a little, redirecting her glance towards her hands which were still fiddling with her rings. She didn’t want to embarrass herself, so she just stayed silent. Y/n noticed that Robin tried to dodge the question, so she simply put her hand around hers to get her attention. Robin stopped playing with her rings and looked back to y/n, who was patiently waiting for an answer.

“You’re uhm… I don’t know. You’re just really.. really beautiful I guess. It makes me nervous.”, Robin finally replied, glancing between y/n’s hand on hers and y/n’s face.

“Did you just make that excuse up?”, y/n asked, raising her left eyebrow. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

“See, I shouldn’t have said anything. God, I always mess these things up. Now you think I’m weird, right?”, Robin mumbled. She got up and started walking around the room, obviously upset. “I just don’t know when to shut up, it’s like my own curse at this point. And then this beautiful girl walks into my workplace and I just don’t know how to act. So I either say not enough or I say too much and embarrass myself and it’s so, so, so exhausting to be-”

Robin stopped her rant when y/n came up to her, embracing her in a tight hug. Y/n’s arms hugged Robin’s waist, her head rested on Robin’s shoulder. At first Robin got tensed and didn’t know how to react. But then she took a few breaths and finally relaxed inside y/n’s arms, hugging her back just as tightly. They just stood there for a bit, melting into each other.

“I don’t think you’re weird Robin.”, y/n mumbled into the girl’s shoulder. “I think you have a lot to say, and that’s totally fine. It’s interesting. I actually enjoy your rambling, I really do.“

Robin started smiling, feeling her heart race inside her chest. The hug suddenly felt more intimate than before.

“And by the way..”, y/n said as she separated herself from Robin. Their faces were now just inches away from each other. “I think you’re very beautiful too.”

Both girls started blushing wildly, unsure of what to do next. Luckily the decision got taken away from them, as Nancy entered the room.

“Guys, we found-“, Nancy started shouting.

Robin and y/n quickly jumped away from each other, both embarrassed by the sudden interruption. Nancy on the other hand started grinning from ear to ear.

“Sorry. But we found something, you should come with me.”, Nancy told them.

Robin just nodded and quickly walked past Nancy who was still smiling to herself. Y/n just sighed and walked up to her best friend, giving her an annoyed look.

“You planned that out didn’t you?”, y/n asked, rolling her eyes.

“Correction, Steve and I planned that out. And what about it? It seems like our plan worked out even better than we expected.”, Nancy replied smugly.

Y/n just blushed uncontrollably, putting her face inside of her hands.

“Thank you..”, y/n mumbled quietly.

“What did you say? I didn’t hear you.”, Nancy grinned.

“You’re so annoying.”, y/n replied, nudging Nancy’s shoulder.

“I told you, you’d thank me later.”, she grinned, wrapping her arm around y/n’s shoulder. “But now, we really have to go, come on.”

Y/n didn’t know if it were just the dreadful circumstances (including walking inside the house of a creepy killer) that just made her fall in love with Robin Buckley or if it was just her awfully adorable ranting. But in all honesty, she could have cared less. She just knew that the second they got out of this house safely, she would 100% ask her on a date. And let Robin explain what the hell happened with the Russians.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley imagine #stranger things reader insert #stranger things x reader #nancy wheeler x reader

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queenofmistresses · 10 months

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a/n requested by anon! so excited to write all of these requests, I think I’ll keep them in the order of the request on the ask just to help me out lol! Hope you like them!!!!!!!!! Unfortunately I can’t write like I’m it’s based in Ireland- i was raised to talk like i’m middle class even tho we’re poor 😂

I was getting so excited for prom. I had picked my dress, decided how I was doing my hair, and makeup, everything. It was all planned out. It was amazing.

Until James told me that the Doctor Who convention is on the same day. Right when I’d finally plucked up the courage to ask him. What am I meant to do now? I was so excited, even if we were going as friends. It was going to be one of the best nights of my life.

Now, I’m stuck with the guys who asked me. A guy who is an absolute arsehole. Apparently I would rather go with him than alone. I don’t want to go alone. Not after I told Michelle how excited I was about who my date was going to be- avoiding the fact that it’s her cousin.

So here I am. Waiting on the steps in my house. In the dress I spent hours choosing and taking in to fit perfectly. My hair perfect, my make up perfect. And my date barely having spoken to me since he asked me out.

Oh. And he’s late.

Maybe it’s better if he’s late. Maybe it’s better if be doesn’t come at all. Maybe I should take everything off and tell my mum to pretend I’m sick if he does come.

I give up pretty quickly, I never wanted to go with him. I sigh and head up to my room. I stand in my room for a bit, just staring at my reflection in the mirror. I had never felt like I looked nice in anything I wore before. But I went all out. I saved every penny I could so I’d be happy with how I look.

But the more I keep staring at myself, the more I hate how I look. The longer I stand there, the more imperfections I see. I don’t know how long I stay there but before I know it I’m crying. All my friends were out having fun, probably not even noticing that I’m not there. And James is probably having fun at his convention.

I want to take everything off, get into my pyjamas, curl into bed and sleep. Then I can forget about this night completely. I start with my hair, slowly taking the pins out and letting my hair fall down.

Before I get very far I hear a knock on my door. Already frustrated I yell out, “Mum I told you I’m fine. I’m just going to bed and I’ll forget about it.”

“Um- y/n? It’s James.” I hear in response. I quickly scram to wipe my face.

“Hold on! I’m um- changing!” I yell out. When I’ve done the best job I can (which isn’t a very good one to be honest), I open the door and am faced with James. In a suit. And a Doctor Who scarf. With his hair done. Looking so, so handsome.

“James? What are you- why are you- huh?” I splutter out, unable to gather my thoughts.

“Wow. You look amazing. I- wow.” That takes me by surprise. After a moment he shakes his head and realises I’m still waiting for an answer. “Oh! Your mum called, she said your date didn’t show up.”

“Oh. It um really doesn’t matter. I didn’t like him anyway.”

“T-then why do you look like you’ve been crying.” I chuckle at that.

“It doesn’t matter. What about your Doctor Who convention? You were so excited for it.” He shrugs.

“I’ll go to the next one. Do you er, wanna go to prom together?” I almost start crying again at that. He looks so goddamn handsome, I want to mess his hair though.

“I look a mess, you’ll have to give me 10 minutes to fix all this.” I indicate towards my face. He walks towards me, just a few steps, looking almost nervous. “But yes, I’d love to.” He breathes out, smiling. “You can just sit on the bed if you like, and I’ll um try to fix this.”

He nods a little and sits on the bed while I get started on pinning my hair back. I think I can feel him staring at me, one quick glance tells me I’m right. “What?” I laugh, seeing him just watching me.

“You’re just- pretty. I mean you always are but you put a lot of effort into it and you just. You look perfect.” I can’t not blush at that, so I look away and finish off the look.

“Ready?” I ask him. He stands up and holds his hand out for me to take. I slide my hand into his and smile, standing up.

“Let’s go then.”

#james maguire x reader #james maguire #derry girls #x reader fluff #x reader oneshot

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*busts down door* IT IS I

I’d like to order SDC with an S/O that is very quiet, shy, kind, not the type to pick a fight? But during the journey to egypt one of their boys gets hurt and the S/O rolls up their sleeves like “u mess with them u mess with ME” type and just proceeds to beat the living hell out of the enemy stand user right in front of them LMAO? Bonus points if you include their reaction afterwards

Ahhh this is adorable!!!!!

Sorry this took me a bit to write I've been in school so I've less free time lol, but tysm for requesting

SDC with a shy S/O who would fight for them

It's not like you to get very upset, calm, kind, shy, and level-headed is how you're usually described. But something inside you snapped when you saw your S/O, the person you've been traveling with for weeks, get hit down more than they could handle. You wouldn't allow them to get hurt, with reckless abandonment you approach the enemy.

Jotaro

First time in his life he can remember being truly speechless

He only took a blow from an any stand user, he tried his best not to look in pain

But it's almost like you knew he was faking

He saw you take one confident step forward

"Hey idiot don't-"

You were already up in the users face

He had never seen you so angry

You had your stand out, you ran towards the enemy, curses flying from your mouth

Jotaro would get back up, and have you out of harms way before things got worse

He might seem angry after the fact but he was just worried for you

Kakyoin

A little terrified of that look in your eye

He knows deep down what's about to happen as you step around him

Your protective side has been activated

He knows there's nothing he can do to calm your anger so he fights along side you

If you're going to protect him, he'll protect you. Simple as that

"I appreciate how much you care for me, put try to think of yourself a little more alright<3"

He's so sweet

Polnareff

Smitten

It's hard for him to always keep up his "knight in shining armor" persona

Of course he want you to be safe

But letting himself be saved by you, that angry, determined, look on your face

He can't help but fall in love all over again

He likes seeing a different side of you and it makes him feel special

He holds you close after holding back his emotions "thank you...my love"

Joseph

Yells

A lot

He for real doesn't Believe it's you who is throwing punches at the enemy

not your regular skilled, precise movements. You are throwing aggressive and fast blows, your face full of aggression

Honestly he probably thinks it's really attractive to see you like this

Loves this part of you so much (after he's finally convinced it's actually you)

"That was incredible! Maybe I should make you made more often!" He's a lot to handle

Avdol

Nope nope nope

He sees you tense up and he's already holding you back

He's happy that you're passionate and caring for him

But he won't let you get hurt

He knows you can handle yourself but strong emotions can get the better of anyone so he tries to calm you down

He can't even try to stop you when your enemy comes back for round 2 though

"HEY YOU GOT A PROBLEM?? HEY LOOK AT ME IM TALKING TO YOU BITC-"

"Y/N WAIT FOR JUST A SECO-"

Not even the ever fortified avdol can talk you down now

Patches up your injuries and scolds you for being so reckless when it's all said and done

#jjba #jjba fluff #jojo sdc #jotaro #jjba part 3 x reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro fluff #joseph x reader #joseph joestar #kakyoin x y/n #kakyoin fluff #kakyoin x reader #polnareff headcanons #polnareff fluff #polnareff x reader #avdol x y/n #avdol x reader #sdc fluff #sdc x reader

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gnpwdrnwhiskey · 10 months

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Late Nights & Love Stories

Pairing- Jack Daniels x f!reader SunDrop

Word Count- 1.4k-ish

Warnings- my normal sap & cheese & mushy silliness. some angst I guess, Sunny's been having A DAY. mentions of death. not smutty, but maybe smutty-ish for a second there, lol. reader has an established nickname but no mentions of physical characteristics.

Author's Note- for anyone keeping track, this takes place two weeks after New in Town. Also, I'm taking liberty with Jack's full name, lol. Big ass thanks to @wildemaven for listening to me babble about this forever and helping me pull it all together. 💕

You held out for two weeks. Two long torturous weeks of Jack stopping by the bakery every morning, charming every woman he comes in contact with on his way to the counter to place his breakfast order and remind you he's just waiting on you to say yes.

Two weeks.

It's longer than you made him wait for anything the first time around. But the circumstances were different then, it was temporary, you were never supposed to see him again after your assignment. This time the stakes are much higher.

So now it's two weeks (and one day) and you've had your steak (and lobster), he's filled you in on what happened in his life in the last six months (a whole hell of a lot), and then he walked you back to the little apartment above the bakery you've been staying at since you've been home.....

.....and then he just left.

You should probably go back upstairs, try to get at least a few hours sleep. Instead you decide to take a walk. And you can lie to yourself all you want about where you're going but you and the devil on your shoulder egging you on know exactly where you're headed.

And you've been going bat shit stir-crazy ever since. You've taken a shower, you've put on your favorite pajamas, you've called Ginger for a much needed catch-up (um, hello new Agent Whiskey, congrats on the promotion you didn't tell me about!), changed back into street clothes, gone down to the bakery and prepped what you could for Maddie in the morning and you're still not settled.

Jack opens the hotel door in a white tee and a pair of gray flannel pajama pants you already know are so incredibly soft to the touch, it makes your fingers itch with want.

"Sunny?" His hair is a mess and he's blinking bleary-eyed at you and it's obvious at least one of you was able to sleep tonight. "It's like 2am. You okay?"

"You didn't kiss me."

"What?"

"On our first date, you walked me home and you kissed me. Tonight, you didn't kiss me."

"I wasn't too sure that option was on the table, seein’ as how you made me do quite a bit of begging just for a date, sweetheart and...."

"Jesus Christ, Jack, shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, ma'am."

And oh God it's better than you remembered, better than a kiss has any right to be, and you immediately feel all that restless energy you've been carrying around all night start to shift- desire laced with something else, something darker, something needier- as he pulls you close and molds your body to his, one large hand splayed on your lower back, your hands tangled in his hair.

He tastes like sleep and cigarettes and it should be off-putting but you don't care, you don't care, you don't care. You're lost in him- his mouth, his hands, his warmth- and it's too much and it's not enough.

You're vaguely aware of him kicking the door closed and pressing your back against it and Christ, that's a dangerous idea because you've been in this situation before and you know exactly where it leads and the one rational brain cell left in your head is screaming at you that this isn't what you came here for but that doesn't stop you from rolling your hips into his, trying to get closer, to feel that friction, to feel anything besides the gnawing desperation that's been eating at you all night.

Jack's no stranger to one night stands- the frantic rush, the all-consuming desire- but even as you lick into his mouth and grind against him, even as he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around him, even as he flashes back to taking you like this before- quick and dirty against the door in his office in New York during the middle of the day, even as he delights in the sounds he's pulling from your throat, he knows this isn't the route he wants to take with you this time around so he breaks away with one last soft kiss that you try to turn into something more.

"Hey, whoa, easy there, SunDrop," he whispers as he slowly lowers you back to your feet.

"Christ, Jack, I'm not a friggin horse," you mutter.

"Aww, honey, don't sell yourself short," he grins. "You're about the prettiest filly I ever did see. 'Bout as skittish sometimes too."

"That was horrible, you're horrible. Why do I even like you?" you laugh.

Or you mean to laugh but it's more like a sob. You're not really sure where that came from except he really did throw a lot at you at dinner tonight- including the fact that he kinda sorta almost died. And maybe it's just hitting you now, that he could've been gone and you never would've known.

And then you're burying your head in his chest and fisting your hands in his tee and crying in earnest.

"Shhh, sweetheart, it's okay. Whatever it is, it's okay," Jack manages to scoop you up and carry you over to the bed, sitting down and cradling you on his lap. "What's with all the waterworks, Sunny? Talk to me."

"You died," you sniffle, bringing one hand up to trace lightly over the star-shaped scar at his temple. "You died and I didn't even know."

"Just for a little bit, sugar," Jack laughs softly. "Ginger brought me back good as new."

"Jackson Lee Daniels. It's not funny."

"No, ma'am, it certainly is not. I do not recommend it. Worst headache I've ever had in my life."

"And yet you're still making light of it," you mumble, crawling off of him to lean against the headboard.

"We all have our coping mechanisms, sweetheart." Jack sighs, moving to sit next to you and pull you close. "I got one more story to tell you if you think you can handle another one right now."

"Not if it's about you dying."

"No, sugar, it's about what happened after. Maybe it'll put your mind at ease some." He feels you nod your head against his shoulder and takes a deep breath before he continues.

"See, there's understandably some memory loss when you come back and I made a damn fool of myself hitting on Ginger before she flashed this old polaroid of my wife at me, and there was this blinding rush of memories- everything came back to me, all the pain and anger over everything I'd lost and I was more determined than ever to rush off and stop those Kingsman fellas."

"I was spouting a bunch of nonsense but Ginger, God bless her clever heart, grabbed my arm and said 'one more thing, Jack' and then she showed me a picture of you, SunnyD. And there was another rush of memories, good ones- laughing with you in the kitchen, dancing in the living room at the cabin, gasping my name as you came apart underneath me the first time we made love."

"And I realized this was a chance to start over, to let go of all that hurt and anger and build a new life. With you, if you'd have me. You saved me, honey, you and Ginger both did."

You're quiet for so long, Jack's starting to think you've fallen asleep. "Sweetheart, you still with me?"

"Yep. So, what you're telling me is like in a sense, I totally helped save the world?" You say as you sit up on your heels to look at him, hands clasped to your chest and batting your eyelashes. "Because you loooovvveeee me!"

"That's what you took from all that?" Jack laughs. "I just poured my heart out and that's all you got?"

"No," you wave a dismissive hand. "I mean I'm still processing, okay? It's been a long day. Full of surprises. So many surprises. But- I am glad you're alive and you're here and I maybe kinda probably love you too."

"Fine, you keep processing. But ya know, sunshine, I never actually said I loved you."

"Oh, but it's totally implied in the huge, world saving heroic gesture, cowboy. You totally love me, like head over heels stupid in love...."

"Hey, Sunny?" Jack asks, reaching out to pull you back into his arms. "Shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, sir."

#agent jack whiskey daniels #agent whiskey x female reader #agent whiskey fanfiction #jack whiskey daniels #jack daniels x female reader #jack daniels fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #jack x sundrop universe

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