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xynwrites · 1 year
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angst wherein yuu returns to their homeworld and everyone in nrc forgets them and moves on...except for grim.
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sundial-bee-scribbles · 10 months
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ME ASK U THE 21TH QUESTIONS
21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways
hard one to answer b/c 1) i don't even know what exactly what category my art style would fall in, so therefore i don't necessarily know what would be the opposite of it? 2) idk how to properly categorize art styles in general or like the names and stuff [aside from like generic umbrella categories]
its kinda basic[???] but i do def have admiration for the rubberhose cartoon style, and/or also like that sort of early western 2000s cartoon style?? really exaggerated expressions and fun dynamic poses that sort of break proper logic but LOOK really fun and expressive in general, i wish i could do smthn like that lolll
there's also just some art styles that i feel are more soft and "rounded" ig?? i have no idea if that makes sense but those are sometimes interesting to look at too, i feel personally my art style's very like pointy/sharp? so i feel like i struggle w/ trying to make smthn softer w/ rounded edges and cutesier? (like best example i'd be able to think of is making like chibis. i suck at those 😭)
i have mixed feelings on [photo?]realism, and idk if this necessarily correlates w/ that but for a really niche one: vintage woodcut/lithograph illustrations (basically the really scratchy sorta ones you'd see in like really old books or newspapers?) are so fascinating to me, especially more so considering the medium but i also just like how they look its very interesting... not sure how to describe it properly b/c there's also quite some variation but it just looks so coolll
weirdly specific artist asks
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smoreal · 1 year
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HATE getting that feeling where I’m in a manic state of productivity bc then I feel like I have to DO IT ALL RN OR ELSE and it’s literally so awful
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bunnyhugs77 · 3 months
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Daddy Daycare
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Pairing: Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader
Word Count: 6.7k
Part: 1, 2, 3
Series Content: daycare au, suggestive themes, love at first sight? dilf jk, mentions of antidepressants, mint jk and blonde jk, jk cant sleep, sexual themes, he's so whipped, toxic ex, minor baby mama drama, gold diggers, mentions of death, complicated family history, cute kid cameos, reader can't drive, jk is good with his hands, mentions of abusive relationships, so much fluff.
Other Series Content: soft dom! jk, muscle kink, pussy puts his ass to sleep, unprotected sex (just don't), oral sex (f! and m! receiving), brief choking, minor breeding kink, hickeys, brief dom! reader, reader makes him wait, intimate cuddling, praise.
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"And the kiss. Oh, Vanessa, the kiss was something else!" You exclaim, helping to set up the Christmas decorations around the class.
It was only the day after Thanksgiving which means the Christmas season was now in full swing. Stepping up on the small stepping stool to hang the green tinsel over the whiteboard.
"It sounds like you had a good night. What's the problem then?" Vanessa sets up the miniature Christmas tree in the corner.
"I did. Everything was going so well. Dare I say perfectly, until his phone was going off non stop from someone named Hanna saying things like 'when am I gonna see you again' and 'I can't stop thinking about our night together'"
Vanessa gasps. "So what did Jungkook say?" You chew on our bottom lip, "He was putting Ryan to bed in the other room, so he wasn't there when I saw those messages pop up." She tsks.
"I tried to tell you. Nothing good comes from dealing with a parent." You sighed heavily, looking out the window at the playground that was covered in a thick white blanket of snow.
"I know, but I couldn't help it. Him and his stupid smile and his pretty eyes." Vanessa hums smugly. "I'm sure Hanna thinks the same thing." You groan. She's right.
"You're right, I shouldn't get involved. She could be the mother of his child for all I know."
"For your own sake. You better pray she's not. Ex's are a royal pain in the-"
"Good Morning." Vanessa interrupts her own words as she greets the parents that walked in.
Crouching near the bookshelf while you organized the fallen books, from the corner of your eye you were able to pick up on the entrance of your minor headache. Not Ryan, of course, his father.
Ryan was just a sweetheart who greeted you with a hug so tight that he'd knocked you out of your crouched position onto your bum. "Ryan! Be careful." You'd never heard Jungkook's voice so stern. You make sure the boy is okay and help him back to his feet before moving your hair back to where it should be.
"Sorry, Ms. Hill." He apologizes with those big brown eyes that he clearly gets from his dad. "It's okay, I'm fine." You reassure with a smile and he runs off.
Jungkook offers you his hand to help you up but you stand on your own, dusting off your jeans with a clearing of your throat. "Are you okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I promise. I landed on the carpet."
"That's not what I meant." He says.
Taking a quick glance around the classroom, noticing some parents still making their way in and out of the classroom and the kids making their way to their seats. "You know, now really isn't a good time-" About to move out of his way, he steps in front of you.
Instinctively your eyes rolled, trying to remember what Vanessa told you. Not to get involved. "I know you saw the texts. Let me explain." You shake your head, "It's none of my business, there's nothing to explain. You should get going. I wouldn't want you to be late for work."
With that said, you walk away, heading towards the desks where your students waited patiently for instruction.
Jungkook walked out of the daycare that day deflated and unable to think about anything aside from you, and that look in your eyes. Like you were disappointed, as if you had high hopes for him and he let you down.
He thought he could just move past it, maybe even accept that things wouldn't work out between the two of you, but seeing you everyday, smiling with all the other parents and giving him nothing more than a simple head acknowledgement was killing him.
As much as he wanted to explain himself, he didn't want to force himself into your life. He wanted you to want to hear him out, even if that meant the two of you not talking much or at all for a few weeks then he was going to have to be okay with that.
But there were some days he had to physically restrain himself from breaking the no-contact. He remembers the day vividly. It was the first week back from winter break, maybe he was so pent up because he hadn't been able to see you for two weeks or if it was how good you looked in your leggings.
All he knows is that somewhere between that mix and you squatting to pick something from off the ground, for the briefest of seconds he'd caught sight of the strappy black thong that rose over your hips before they were hidden once again under your bottoms.
No one would've noticed it. No one that wasn't mildly obsessed with you that is. He quickly sent Ryan off and left for work. Managing to somehow squeeze in 13 hours of work into an 8 hour shift, he'd overcompensated as a means to distract himself.
"So you guys just haven't talked since you shooed him?" Vanessa asks for clarification, wrapping her scarf securely around her neck, getting ready to head out after offering you a ride which you couldn't object to, weather conditions were worsening as you were entering the heart of winter in the middle of January.
"I didn't shoo him, but I definitely would've handled things differently if I knew he would start avoiding me. I didn't want things to end like this." You explain, digging your hands deep into your pockets the moment the two of you stepped outside. The chilling air blew in your hair and around your earmuffs with determination.
You strapped yourself in passenger seat, "So you didn't actually want things to end?" With your head laying back on the headrest you puffed out a stressed breath, unintentionally making a small circle of condensation on your window. Like a child you drew a little heart in the middle.
"I thought I did, y'know? Wanted to do what you said and stay away, but maybe I got hasty." She hums oddly, making a ominous "Mhm" sound. "What does that mean?" She pulls out of the parking lot slowly, the snow was really falling tonight, laying on the ground in thick increments.
"Nothing." Turning to face her with your body, "No, no. Say it."
"I've been here. You know I've been here, I've been in a very similar position, but I did somehow manage to get a decent outcome, but things could've gotten much worse, not just for the relationship but for his kid at the time. So, I guess what I'm saying is, take this little break to really think about if this is the kind of thing you want to get yourself involved in."
You nodded, sitting with your hands in your lap like an obedient child. Really taking what Vanessa was saying into deep consideration. Deciding to reflect on it for the rest of the car ride to your building.
"What a day." You sigh, as you drop your keys onto the small counter you kept near the door.
The first thing you noticed was how cold it was inside your apartment, as if trying to compete with the flurrying outdoors. "Why is it so cold in here?" You whisper to yourself.
Flicking on the lights, or at least that's what you wanted. "What the--" the switch flies up then down then up again with the tip of your finger as you restlessly try to turn the lights on. "You've got to be joking."
Wrapping yourself tighter into your jacket as you walk through your dark apartment, relying on the sheer memorization of the layout to get you to the bathroom where you tried turning on the tap. Nothing.
The pipes must've frozen. and the snowstorm blew out your power.
This was great news for you, you'd always loved the movie Frozen and now you get to experience it first hand!!
"You've reached the voicemail box of--"
"Fuck you!" You shout at your phone after 5 hours and the twelfth attempt you'd made at calling your landlord. He's always been an asshole but ignoring his tenants when they were freezing to death is an all new low even for him.
You'd managed to wrap yourself in a blanket burrito surrounded by the 4 candles you were able to light before your hands began to freeze. Your body was barely managing to keep warm until you remembered the small cheap space heater you'd bought from a thrift store a few years back.
But it was buried deep in your closet. However, it took you no time to find it as you dug through the mountains of miscellaneous objects and finally pulled it out from the bottom.
Rushing to plug it in with desperation. Then you remembered. There was no power. As badly as you wanted to scream and toss the heater across your dimly lit room, you didn't. Instead you sat quietly in your burrito and began to cry.
What if this was it?
Tomorrow your students would find out their teacher had frozen to death. Were you being dramatic? You weren't even sure. You're not even sure how they would react, but you're sure the parents would be shocked- and Jungkook.
Jungkook.
"Jungkook!" You gasp. Your freezing hands reaching for your phone, trying to type in his number as fast as you could but your joints felt like they were dead locked in place and moved 1 key per minute.
The phone began to ring, and ring,,,
On the other end of the line, Jungkook was also having a pretty rough night. Laying on his bed with his bare stomach facing the ceiling eyes wide open and his brain a never ending circus.
He tried to focus on his breathing, but he couldn't sleep.
He hasn't been able to get a good sleep for a few months now.
Turning on his side he looked at the picture of him and Ryan at his third birthday party. He was so much smaller then. 'I looked so happy' he thinks to himself with a sad smile on his face.
Beginning to wish that Ryan was with him in that moment but he knew it was for the best that he'd dropped him at his parents' for the weekend. He was beginning to enter one of those episodes and he couldn't stop it, no matter how badly he wanted to, no matter how hard he tries to.
Ryan deserved a father who could be happy all the time-- He sits up. Holding his head in his hands, taking deep breaths. Erasing those thoughts- trying to. Slowly letting his vision roam back to his night stand drawer where he kept his pills.
God, was it always going to be like this?
Lifelessly he reached for the handle and pulled it open, his hands blindly reaching for the cylindrical bottle and unscrewing the cap taking the recommended dose before putting it away.
He lays back down with a soft grunt, staring up at the ceiling tumultuously. Resting his hands on his firm core, focusing on the way it rises and falls with every breath, thinking about the day it stops. The day he's no longer sentenced to the time he's currently serving in his own mind-
"I should try to get some sleep" He mumbles to no one in particular.
His eyes shoot open after a mere 3 seconds of being closed. He listens to it ring, ring and ring, not sure he's in the mood to be taking any calls right now.
Though, it may be his parents with an emergency. He finds himself rolling onto his stomach, more than shocked to see your name pop up on his phone.
"Hello?"
"H-Hi! It's me. I'm sorry if I woke you up," Your voice was refreshing, like the first ray of sunshine after a dark and stormy night or the smell of fresh coffee in the morning.
"No, you didn't wake me. What's up?" You weren't sure if you were looking too deep into things but he sounded different. His voice was flatter, none of that familiar bubbly hint to be found in it, then again, It was nearly one in the morning.
"You probably don't remember but you gave me your card, and said if I ever had any technical issues I could give you a call," your teeth were chattering, prompting you to wrap yourself even tighter.
"I remember." How could he forget.
"Yea! Well, my apartment has no power or running water, so its pretty cold over here, and I was wondering if you had any tips or tricks on how to get something to work."
He sits up abruptly. "What?"
"Yeah, my landlord is pretty shitty and hasn't answered my calls, I'm not even sure if maintenance is available or even knows about the situation themselves." You hear some muffling on the other end assuming he'd dropped his phone but it was actually Jungkook rushing to put on a shirt.
"Hello?" you say blankly, wondering if you'd lost connection.
"It's a fucking snowstorm outside. You'll freeze." You laugh, and that stops him in his tracks for a moment, "Oh I know, I'm getting a little taste of that right now actually. Do you by any chance know what the first signs of frostbite are?"
"Send me your address, I'm coming to get you."
"No, Jungkook. I wont let you do that, the roads are terrible." He doesn't respond, or maybe he does, you couldn't hear over the sound of keys jingling.
Clearly it was useless trying to change his mind, and the last thing you'd want is for him to go out of his way for nothing so you sent him your address.
What would usually be 15 minute drive had turned into 40 with the poor weather conditions but it wasn't any more than an hour before you heard knocking on your door.
Still wrapped in your thick blankets you opened it.
"Are you alright? How do you feel?" Jungkook inspects you, taking your hands in his, "You're ice cold." He says, reaching into his jacket pocket and placing his hand warmers in yours. "Keep those, they'll help you warm up." He insists.
"Do you have everything?" You nod while briefly raising your overnight bag. "Okay, let's go."
The drive over was silent, you somehow managed to fit your seatbelt over your jacket and blanket that you couldn't part with. Jungkook periodically looked over to se if you were okay, never actually saying anything but the concern in his eyes was evident with every glance.
The first step inside his place gave you chills, the good kind, finally. Not the ones that left you shaking for warmth. It was so warm, Jungkook took your bag while walking you towards the living room as he turned on the fireplace, suggesting you warm up before doing anything else.
"Here," He hands you a warm mug of hot chamomile with a bit of honey for sweetness. "Thank you, Jungkook. For everything." You say sincerely, afraid you'd be repaying him for all the times he'd saved your ass in this life and the next.
"Don't mention it." Unwilling to accept such a humble response, "No. I'm serious. I disturbed your night, and you dropped everything to help me." He smiles for the first time all night, it was a small one but it was still a smile.
"I told you, already. I wasn't doing anything. I'm actually glad you called, it was nice to get out of my head for a bit." your head tilts unconsciously at that last part. "Nevermind." Checking his watch, it was nearly three in the morning.
"I set up your stuff in my room. It's getting pretty late, you should get some rest." Your eyes were feeling pretty heavy now that he mentioned it, you didn't fight it. Slowly standing from the pile of throw overs you'd buried yourself underneath making your way upstairs.
"Wait." You pause at the first step.
"Where's Ryan?" You should've realized sooner, but what could you say, you were a bit wrapped up earlier. Literally. "He's at his grandparents, probably snoring right now as we speak." You smile.
You'd gotten ready, taking a much needed shower and tying your hair back into two braids so that they would have some soft waves for tomorrow.
You sat cross legged on Jungkook's bed with your MacBook on your lap as you went through some of the classroom picture's you were yet to send to parents from the Winter Wonderland Concert the daycare had put on last week.
"Hey," Your head snaps up to see Jungkook peeking his head through the door, "I just wanted to say Goodnight." He says and you smile, but you'd just come across something you're sure he would love to see.
"Come look at this video of Ryan singing his interpretation of the opera singer we had perform last week." Jungkook sits beside you on the bed with his legs stretched out in front of him.
He paused when he turned to look at you, "What?" Your face is puzzled at his concentrated expression. "I didn't know you wore glasses?" He says and it reminds you that this was the first time he'd seen you with lenses on, or anyone for that matter.
"Yeah, I usually wear contacts-- Look! This is the part," You get distracted as the video begins to play. And somehow one video turns into five and the computer slides off your lap into the gap between the both of you as your head laid against his padded shoulder.
You'd fallen asleep. Slowly Jungkook closes the laptop and places it on the nightstand, even more carefully removing your glasses and placing them on top of the stowed away device.
Letting you down gently until your head hits the pillow, he sneakily begins to slip out of your grasp. "Stay." You say, your eyes closed and body still. Maybe he was hearing things. He shakes it off and begins to step away.
"Please, m'Cold." You mumble into the pillow with your eyes still shut.
"Do you want me to turn up the heat?" He offers like the gentleman he is, for the first time he saw a sign of consciousness as you slightly shake your head. "I want you to stay, please?"
He was nervous. Settling himself under the convers with you, remaining as far as possible and turning off the bedside lamp. Within two minutes his body froze as you'd rolled over from your side until your head was on his chest.
He wonders if you could feel the way his heart was racing.
you could.
"Relax," you quip, half-awake. Oddly enough, that actually does help him to relax, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist for comfort. Feeling your body against his didn't trigger his perversions as he once thought it would.
It felt so much better than that. He felt, comfortable. The way your body radiated a calming heat onto him and reassured him that someone was both physically and emotionally present was just enough to lull him to sleep.
As the night morphed into a radiant sunrise you began to stir in your sleep. Your limbs stretching across the the grey sheets and soft blankets while the tips of your fingers roamed the surface.
Slowly remembering where you were and realizing you were in the bed alone. Though you specifically remember going to sleep with him. When did he get up?
Tugging down the leg of your sweatpants that had rolled up at the ankle at some point during your blissful sleep. Rubbing your eyes as you stepped into the bathroom to brush your teeth before finally following that pleasant scent that was wafting around the house.
"Still avoiding me?" You joke as you laid your eyes on Jungkook's broad back that was facing you as he flipped pancakes. He turns to you with a lopsided smile.
"Avoiding you?" Nodding, letting your hands trace the back of the chair before taking a seat at the island, watching him.
"Yeah, you've been avoiding me since thanksgiving." His brows furrow then raise in a mix of confusion and astonishment. "Me? I have not been avoiding you. I was giving you space."
Bracing your hands down on the countertop you shake your head. "Yes you have. Every day you see me and just leave, not a good morning or anything."
Jungkook flips this battered treat a little harder than he should. "Yeah, because the last time I had tried to talk to you, you made it pretty clear you didn't want to talk, so why would I force it?"
You sigh. Vanessa was right, maybe you did shoo him. "I didn't mean to disregard you so inconsiderately, I was just-- I don't know what I was feeling in that moment, honestly." He turns to face you once again, leaning back on the counter.
"I know, that's why I wanted to explain myself." Your eyes watch his buff chest raise and fall as he takes a deep breath, "My eyes are up here." He points between the two of you, and you felt like you could just fall over and die.
You clear your throat, deciding that you simply couldn't make eye contact with him at all after that!
He notices your embarrassed body language, "Hey, I was just joking, I don't mind your eyes wandering a little." He teases and it somehow made your face even hotter, you were afraid you would burst into flames.
"Just-Just go back to what you were saying." You almost plead as you run a hand through your wavy hair.
Jungkook plates the last pancake on to your elegantly presented plate, before sliding it in front of you. Making a plate for himself he decides to eat standing up in front of you with his plate on the counter you could maintain direct eye contact.
"I met Hana about a year ago at Ryan's old school before we switched here. She's another parent I'd met at one of their events. I was going through a lot of shit back then, so relationships were the furthest thing from my mind but one night about 6 months ago, our kids were away at a summer camp for 2 days; and after a few play dates over the prior months, she'd called me to let me know that Ryan had left one of his toys at her place. So I went to pick it up, but we ended up talking, had a few drinks and one thing led to another and then shit hit the roof." He sighs before taking a bite of his breakfast, which is delicious by the way.
Your head tilted to the side ever so slightly, subconsciously of course but Jungkook took it as an indication to explain. "I made sure it was clear to her it was just a one time thing and she agreed. For the first few weeks I thought we were on the same page, but then she started calling me and leaving these... desperate voicemails. After that I already knew I wouldn't be be bringing Ryan back to that preschool, besides their teachers were terrible." You nod, no longer eating as the story kept you fed and engaged.
"At first I thought she would stop over time, but she didn't. It only got worse, so I finally called her back to let her know she needed to stop but she wanted to have the conversation in person, which sounded reasonable to me at the time, but I should've seen right through it because low and behold, the same mistake was made, once again."
"Wait," You pause him, "So when did you guys hook up the second time?" His eyes look up to the ceiling as though the answer was written on it, "Sometime around the end of August, just a few weeks before school started." The twinge of jealousy that bubbled in your stomach was undeniable but you had no right to be jealous. He literally had no idea you existed at the time.
"And she kept calling your phone all the way until Thanksgiving?" you say with a weird tone, unsure how Jungkook would've let her continue to bother him for so long. Almost with shame he nods,
"I kept saying I would get around to cutting her off once and for all, but I went to a pretty dark place, y'know how life can get sometimes. I didn't care much for anything at all, but when I saw what it had done to us," he gestures between the two of you, "I realized my negligence was driving away people that were important to me, and I didn't want to lose you. So I had ended things with her once and for all shortly after new years. Y'know, wanting to start off the year fresh and shit like that."
You swallow, "I had no idea, you were going through such a hard time." You say almost sadly but maintain the soft smile on your face. A similar one creeping onto his face, "Well then that's good. Means the antidepressants are doing their job." He chuckles and you didn't know whether to laugh along or be concerned.
"It's okay Y/n, you can laugh." You smile, "I-I just don't know what to say. All this time I was thinking I was some kind of home-wrecker or that you were seeing someone else, but to hear you explain what was actually going on makes me feel like such an idiot."
Jungkook scoffs jokingly, "Homewrecker? If Ryan's mother was still in the picture, a 'homewrecker' would be exactly what I would need, and a bullet to the head if I'm being honest." he shakes his head, remembering what he describes as the worst time in his life. Your hand boldly clasps over your mouth stifling a laugh at his dramatic expression.
He laughs, "I'm serious, though." His smile fades, "Those are seven years I can never get back." You flinch at the number, that's almost a decade. Calculations begin to roll around your head autonomously. "So-" You begin to say but he already knew where you were going with this.
"We met at 15, had Ryan at 21 unexpectedly, but no regrets of course, and broke up at 22, thank god." Releasing a calming breath of air as he says that last part, clearly they didn't end on good terms if he feels so at peace every time he mentions her absence.
"But that's enough about me for the day. How's your apartment? Any updates on the power?" You shake your head, digging back into your food, "Hopefully it should be fixed by tonight, I'd hate to over stay my welcome." Jungkook rolls his eyes, "You know I want you here more than anything, and I'm not letting you go back to your place until things are up and running again."
You didn't bother fighting him on it, you knew it would be you fighting a losing battle so you let him have it.
It would be a lie to say that you didn't enjoy your lazy Saturday with Jungkook, the two of you lounged around the house talking the day away. You watched breaking bad and kept saying that you had to stop to do some schedule planning for the kids but you couldn't seem to leave the couch, or his arms. "Just one more episode" becoming a meaningless statement.
He was seriously invested in your stories from your travels in Europe over the summer, expressing how he dreams to visit one day.
Time seemed to have zoomed for the next 3 hours, now bringing you to a dark sky and the crackling fireplace keeping you warm as you played a childish round of truth or drink.
The two of you sat comfortably on the carpet with the game cards stacked neatly on the coffee table which was also responsible for holding your shot glasses.
Your chest was already warm from the consequences of three passed questions while Jungkook only had passed two.
"Your turn," your voice bubbly and excited as you pick up the card for Jungkook, flipping it over to ask him. "What's something you've never told anyone?" He sits there, and you can see he really thinks about it. Glancing back and forth between the shot glass and the card in your hand.
"I'm a millionaire." He says it so casually, with a bit of booze in your brain you begin to die of laughter. "Yeah, me too." You snicker, slwoly beginning to quiet down as you realize he wasn't laughing with you.
"Oh my god, are you being serious?" He shrugs, "I guess so. Remember when I said I was going through a lot of shit a year ago? Well part of that stems from me getting some cryptic ass letter that basically announced the death of some rich guy who claimed to be my biological father and left me his inheritance."
You sit there quietly, "I showed my parents the letter as a gag, expecting to get a good laugh out of it and that turned out to be one of the most depressing conversations I'd ever endured." Jungkook honestly wasn't sure why he was telling you all this, he'd told you things today he never thought he'd share with anyone but there was something that let him feel like he could be open with you.
"So you're telling me, you found out you were adopted and suddenly a millionaire on the same day." A slow nodding of his head was all it took for you to see he clearly wasn't thrilled about it. "I still haven't touched the money, really. Although I did use it to cover my parents' mortgage for the next few years. I don't really know what to do with the rest of it."
A small hum escapes your throat as you ponder, "If you ever feel like it's a burden to you, don't hesitate to just pass it on to me. It'll be hard but I'm sure I could think of something to do with it." His head falls back as his body shakes slightly with his laughter, "I'll keep that in mind."
"Your turn," He says, hands reaching to flip over a card as he reads it out to you. "How many people have you slept with?" He makes a certain face at the card as if he was displeased. "This is a bit invasive, do you want me to pick up another one?" You shrug, "I don't mind answering. It's one."
"Like one this year?" It slips out before he can catch it, and he regrets it, you can tell. "No. Just one person, ever. My ex. I'm not really one to have any sexcapades. I have a rule." You're sure if he had bunny ears, one would flop up in curiosity. "Oh?"
"I never go all the way with someone until at least six months of dating them so I can see that they're all in for the right reasons. hence why only one has made it so far. Everyone else usually thinks they can like persuade me three months in." Suddenly your throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper. "Is that a deal breaker for you?" Intently you watched the way he played with the ring hooped in his bottom lip with a serious expression.
"Are you saying we're dating, Y/n?" A teasing smirk spreads across his lips. You look away, unable to handle the intensity of his gaze on your from a mere foot away. "If that's okay with you-" A gentle hand cups your jaw as he turns you to face him, taking your breath away with a sweet kiss. His lips were as soft as you remembered them to be.
You could feel a certain shift in the kiss, turning from gentle and sweet to something a little deeper. It were as though there were magnets between your bodies, you found yourselves impossibly close to the point Jungkook forced himself to pull away from you, only to welcome you to straddle his hips.
"I'm okay with that." he grins before resuming his passionate attack on your lips.
2:04am
Your glasses were on and your hair was up, that was a sign that it was time for you to finally go to sleep yet here you were. Sitting up at the table with a stack of files you'd brought from your place that you needed to go through.
The border around your eyes were tinted red as you strained to stay up and finish, but you weren't even close.
"You're still up?" Jungkook says softly as he comes down in nothing but his black sweatpants. "I could ask you the same thing." Hardly sparing him a glance as you write down numbers onto the papers.
"You know I don't sleep much ever since I got my prescription. I can get 3-4 hours at night if I'm lucky." You frown, finally looking up at him, proud of yourself for not letting your jaw hit the floor as you patrolled him as he went to fill a glass of water from the fridge.
You knew he had a sleeve of tattoos, it was one of the first things you'd noticed about him, but you had no idea his back had its own art as well. The sleeve of tattoos that creeped over the back of his shoulder as it morphed into the most beautiful pair of inked angel wings that spread out across the expanse of his upper back.
You swallowed, shaking away your filthy thoughts. "What's got you up so late?" He leans over you to get a glimpse at the papers. "Regulatory compliances." It was so cute when he was confused. "Basically I have to cross reference the curriculum with our lesson plans and report that everything we're doing is aligned with the boards' outline." It dawns on him in the form of a soft 'ah'.
"When does this have to be done by?"
"Wednesday," It comes out with a rough tone and exhausted groan, you were clearly stressed. "Okay, Y/n, it's only Sunday. How about you put a pin in it and get some rest, hm?" Warm hands are placed on your shoulders and you nearly fall asleep right there but you shake your head, "I'm fine, I can keep going-" You yawn for what must be the 4th time since Jungkook came down.
"Okay, That's it. Come on, we're going to bed." He closes your files and takes your hand, letting you hop out of the chair and follow him up the steps debatably against your will as you're sure you would've given up no longer than 15 minutes later.
The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. Jungkook chuckles to himself softly at the thought that you truly tried to argue that you weren't tired.
He slips in beside you, loving the way your body naturally detected him and began to roll over towards him just like you did the night before, slotting yourself into his side. Once again, your warmth and the soft feeling of your heartbeat on his ribcage mixing together, prompting his brain to release enough melatonin until his eyes closed.
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"Good news." Is the first thing you say as you walk into the living room at 2pm after your well needed shower. "The power is working again at my place," Jungkook pouts at what he took as bad news, he was not-so-secretly hoping you would be staying a little longer.
"Don't look so sad, you see me literally every day." the dimple in your right cheek making a brief appearance as you smiled, making your way over to him on the couch.
"I know, but I really like having you here." You poke his cheeks that puffed up with his sad expression. "If you want to see me a little longer, then would you be okay with giving me a ride back to my place?"
He scoffs, "It's funny you thought I wasn't going to drop you off in the first place." he leans forward to drop a quick peck to your lips catching you off guard before bouncing up out of his spot, hardly giving you a chance to process.
The two of you making comfortable conversation with small giggles as you begin to put your jackets on, preparing to return you back to your apartment. Tugging your hat on with a firm pull before you picked up your bag and declared that you were ready to go.
Jungkook opened the door, stepping out with you closely behind him. Not sure if your eyes were blinded by the gleaming light that was reflected off the snow or the bright flashes of light emitted from the dozens of paparazzi camped outside the driveway.
Jungkook's name was shouted from various different people as they waved to get his attention as if being outside his front door wasn't alarming enough. Jungkook's face had been covered in disbelief just like yours, but differently he was able to shake it off and maintain his composure.
Taking your hand in a reassuring manner, he continued his path down the steps, whispering to you to keep your head down as you followed behind him. "Is it true that you're the secret son of the late business tycoon Jeon Jaehoon?" The woman holds a microphone to Jungkook, looking for an answer, and she most certainly got one.
"How about you ask me again when I make sure you're all behind bars for trespassing and harassment hm? How does that sound?" The flashes finally stop and some photographers begin to leave, Jungkook doesn't even wait for them all to leave, trusting that he got his point across clearly and makes his way to the drivers seat.
Once the doors closed it was as though you'd trapped in a foot deep layer or tension within it. Jungkook's chest rises slowly, flared nostrils and tensed brows before a slow and agitated exhaled. "It wasn't you right?" He asks.
Your posture straightens as you face him.
"What?"
"Tell me that it's all just a coincidence, Y/n. I tell you about the inheritance last night and suddenly there's paparazzi buzzing outside my house today?" Your head juts back, offended. "Are you implying that I told someone what you told me in confidence last night? Are you being serious right now?"
"I'm paranoid, okay? I'm sorry."
You sigh. As pissed as you wanted to be, you had to see it from his perspective. A swarm of paparazzi showing up less than than 24 hours after he shares the information with the first person outside his family doesn't exactly work in your favour.
"It's fine, I get it. I'd be paranoid too." He starts the car, leaving his now vacated lot behind. "Then who would do this?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
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The following day was as hectic as any other day but you loved your job. Working with such big personalities that were bursting out their small bodies.
But you did love the end of the day too, sayin goodbye and mentally preparing for some relaxation when you finally got home. All day you'd be fantasizing about drawing a nice warm bath with eucalyptus and lavender oils.
You thought of it as the perfect way to wind down after a long day. Although seeing Jungkook's face for a few minutes while he picked up Ryan.
"I'm here to pick up my son." You turn around with a smile, to the new and unfamiliar face. She was tall with dark long locks that were curled at the ends, her heels were high and her face was looked like it belonged billboards and magazines.
You were a bit confused, you'd never seen her before, and you're sure you'd remember someone that brought in such a domineering aura the way she did.
"Sure, if you don't mind me asking who you are." You wanted to remain as polite as possible not wanting to offend her.
"I'm Ryan's mother."
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Its...pretty fuckin scary how easily people can buy into propaganda when it's for something they WANT to be true
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leclerced · 3 months
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Heyyy hope you have a good day, i come bearing new thots
Credit where credit’s due, the idea is an old and deleted roger Taylor fic and not from me.
HOWEVER. Im now obsessed with this scenario with either lando or oscar (ill let you choose <3)
Roommate!AU !!!
Imagine you’re friends and roommates with lando or oscar and he has to study for his upcoming biology exam at uni. The topic? Female reproductive organs🤭
He just genuinely struggles with understanding the anatomy of a vagina and that picture in his damn book is absolutely not recognisable.
And since him and reader are friends and she doesn’t think thoughts all the way through she offers him to look at hers. I mean hes seen her shirtless a million times its nbd.
And staring at her beautiful pussy really does help him - to an extend. Hes so into his studies he doesn’t really process that he asked her „can i touch it??“ and she just goes along with it bc it’s already lowkey awkward and theres no turning back now.
She tries to not make it more awkward by suppressing her moans when his finger brush over her clit all while hes just identifying parts with his thoughts oblivious to what he does to her.
And she cant keep in the moan when he pushes his fingern in and suddenly he realises what hes doing. But he sneakily keeps going until she cums and hes trying his best to keep up the ignorant act bc shes js too hot like that😩
Got damn it i need a full length version of this fic again 😭
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i want to write a full length version omfg this is incredible!!! pictured oscar immediately. kinda set in like the early 2000s in my head bc i wanted to mention dvd rentals One Time and that's not a thing anymore but that's the world i grew up in LMAO
sorry i like got too into this at first and forgot i made plans to game with my friend and rushed the ending im sorry. added read more bc it's just over 1k <3 i think i like this a lot other than the ending idk . lmk what u think i hope it meets the expectations set by the original
reader thinks oscar's an innocent idiot but he just probably shouldn't be in medical school because while he can find the clit, he certainly doesn't know the name of it.
Her roommate has been staring at the same page for half an hour, they're seated on opposite ends of the couch, leaning against the arms and facing each other. She has a Stephen King novel leaned on her propped up knees and Oscar has an open textbook balanced on one thigh and a notebook open to a blank page on the other. After another frustrated sigh leaves him, she drops her book on the coffee table and leans over to see what he's looking at. She almost laughs when she sees the miniature sketch of a vagina, "You know, the DVD rental place down the street has rated X movies."
Oscar snorts, "I'm trying to work, leave me alone. I'm supposed to learn all the anatomical names of a vagina, but the only drawing I have is in this stupid book."
She leans in further to the diagram and hums, "That's a horrible diagram, no wonder you're getting nothing done. How old is that that textbook?" He shrugs and stretches back over the arm of the couch, "Probably like thirty, the professor wrote it himself and he's ancient."
Her eyes get pulled to his hips as he reaches behind his head and groans, his shirt lifting the slightest to reveal soft skin before he drops his arms back down. She licks her lips as she directs her gaze up to his face, "I could show you mine, if you want." The swift inhale Oscar makes is audible, he keeps his gaze locked on the books in his lap as he says, "Really?" Instead of verbally agreeing, she just scoots back to where she was leaning moments before on the arm of the couch and shimmies her shorts down before she can think twice. She giggles at the look on Oscar's face as she kicks the shorts off her ankles and he takes in the sight of her panties, lacy and red. "Are you sure?"
She shrugs and teases, "Well it's not like they have 3D models. I'm sure, I wouldn't have offered otherwise. Are you sure?" He nods slowly and she tugs her panties down her thighs and smirks at the blush that creeps up his cheeks as she drops them on his lap. She doesn't know where the sudden confidence has come from, but she feels no shame as she opens her legs to him. She drops one foot to the floor and the other lifts to rest on the back of the couch. Oscar holds her eye for a moment before she watches his gaze drift down her body and he starts to lean in before pausing, "Can I get closer?" She nods at his question and answers, "As close as you want." Oscar lurches forwards, knocking the forgotten textbook to the floor as he fumbles to grab his pen and notebook to take notes.
She can't read his chicken scratch handwriting, so whatever he's scrawling about her pussy is undecipherable to her as she watches him analyze her. She's trying not to think about how this could be weird, how it is weird to offer to let your roommate use you as an anatomy dummy. It's not really the first time. He's done other things, like when he needed to practice IVs so she let him give her a banana bag the next time she was hungover. She liked teasing him about it, calling him Doctor Piastri when she let him listen to her heart with his stethoscope. Or when she comes down with a cold and she calls him into her room to diagnose and treat her, and he brings her cold medicine and soup from the deli down the street.
She's pulled out of her thoughts when he clears his throat and she meets his eyes before she hums quizzically. The pink tint that had spattered his cheeks turns into a bright red as he asks, "Can I touch you?"
She almost thinks she didn't hear him correctly, but there's no way he could have said anything else, so she tries to joke, "So you're a hands on learner, then?"
Oscar quickly counters, "Yeah, do you mind?"
It's her turn to lose her breath as she stupidly nods and blushes as she takes in the realization that he's about to touch her pussy. In the name of science, she agrees, "No, go ahead." Then, his hand is on her pussy and his focus is entirely on the space between her legs as he spreads her lips apart and she has to close her eyes and force her mind to other places as he tilts his had interestedly. She wishes she could stop her body from reacting to his touch, but she can't. Not when he pulls back the hood of her clit, she hears him writing something, then there's a soft pressure on her clit and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to not react. She tells herself not to make any sounds so it won't be weird, he's just trying to study, he's not doing anything to her really.
She can feel the wetness build under his fingers as he slips them down to her entrance and back up. She hears Oscar mutter something but she can't make it out over the blood rushing through her head as he presses his fingers back against her clit. "Is this... The labia?" The laugh she lets out is half a moan, "That's the- clit. Labia are the lips." He dips his fingers down and pinches one lightly, "This?"
She's somehow endeared by the curiosity, and sighs, "Yeah. That. Minora. The outer one is majora."
Oscar lets out a little huff, "How do you know the names? You're not even taking anatomy." His fingers find her clit again, this time lightly pinching it, and her thighs tense as he mumbles, "Clit." She hears his pen scratching across his paper and then dips his finger down to her entrance and presses inside. She wonders what he's thinking as he slowly thrusts his finger in and out of her, his other hand still writing on the paper. It's not until he slips a second finger inside of her and curls them as he suddenly presses his thumb to her clit that she breaks her silence, a whimper falling from her lips as the unexpected pleasure hits her. She somehow doesn't realize then that this isn't his first time like she thought when she saw the surprised look on her face. Then she flutters her eyes open and immediately realizes it because he's already looking up at her, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. She gasps, "You- you didn't really need help, did you?"
He shrugs innocently, "I still don't know the names, could you remind me?" She can't tell if he's being serious or not as he quickens his thumb on her clit and she's saved from responding as he pushes up her body and presses his lips to hers hungrily.
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co6kiesvr · 1 year
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summary: xavier is tired of you avoiding him
genre: angst
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days, it’s been days since you’ve last talked to xavier. it’s not that you’re in a fight, or you hate him or something. but you’ve just been so caught up in this case you’re working on, that you couldn’t find the time to talk to him.
the only people you’ve been talking to are the dead. you’ve had this ability since you were a kid, you’ve made connections with them, and they’ve been helping you with this case.
your brain couldn’t focus on anything other than that, you needed to find out who the monster was. you needed to find out why this monster is killing innocent people. you needed to know everything
and here you were in your room, working on the case, pictures of dead bodies, evidence and papers scattered all around the room. your friend avery, a girl who had died at birth, and also a close friend of yours, was sat there as well, helping you collect your thoughts.
a knock on the door was heard, you turned to see none other than xavier entering the room. your roommate wasn’t around, and avery left when she heard the knock, so it was just you and him
“hey” he said, looking around the room as he saw the stuff, “still working on the case, huh?”
“uh, yeah.” you said, “avery helped as well”
“mhm…so um, do you wanna maybe pause this for a second and go on a walk with me?”
“what? of course not!” you said in a rather rude tone
“what?” he said, a little hurt by the tone
“i’m busy” you said as you kept organizing your work
“are you serious right now?” he furrowed his eyebrows, “you—you haven’t talked to me in almost a week…come on y/n are you seriously gonna reject me just because of some case that you have nothing to do with?”
you continued doing your work, not responding
“wow. you really—do you even care?!” he snapped
“about what” you said
“about—about me! about…us, do you even care about that?! you really live in your own world. the cops have this handled and you just wanna include yourself for no reason. i’m trying, i’m really trying to wait for you, and be patient. but you don’t seem to give two fucks if i’m even here or not! i’m not doing this anymore, i’m done.” he said, and you froze
you froze as you heard his footsteps fading, you froze as you realized a hole in your heart was forming, you froze when the case you were working on was not a care in your mind anymore, you froze when you realized…he left you. he left you and you were the reason.
xavier really was patient with you, at first, you would talk to him often, then you started talking to him at the end of the day, then you’d talk to him every other day, and then—you wouldn’t talk to him at all.
it’s funny how you don’t realize how important someone is, until they’re gone.
for the very first time, you felt alone.
like actually alone, you’d usually have avery, or another friend with you, but most of the time, you had xavier, and now he wasn’t coming back.
you felt tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, you had never cried before, let alone over a boy
but he was special.
you got up and ran after him, only he was now probably back in his room.
but nonetheless, you ran to his room, and knocked on his door repeatedly until he opened it
“jesus im coming—y/n?” he said, going quiet
you went inside his room, and once he got a good look at you, he knew
“oh my god are you crying?” he said as he gently grabbed your face, wiping your tears
“i’m sorry” you cried out, and he was quick to hug you, “i’m sorry i was just focused on the case and—“
“hey, hey it’s okay.” he said as he stroked your hair
you looked up at him, and soon your lips collided.
once you let go, you were quick to speak
“you were right. i’m dropping the case, the cops have it handled and i should’ve just—“
“no” he said
“what?”
“i’m not telling you to drop the case, baby. i love that you’re working on it and trying to keep everyone safe. but we work on it, together. i cant have you getting hurt” he said as he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb
“really?”
“of course” he smiled
you might act tough on the outside, but on the inside, you truly loved him.
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pppeachyyys · 11 months
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'good for me' tighnari
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you always saw something special in tighnari, which also meant you were willing to do anything for him. but what if your desires are reflected right back to you?
tags! praise, desk fucking, penetration, mutual pining, consensual, half clothed sex, self indulgent, my immature self ( i cant take this seriously 💀 ), female reader
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tighnari scanned the papers with narrowed eyes, his mind taking in every word and data written onto the stack of research. you felt your heart beat nervously. 
he smiled. “yep. these look good. thank you for always helping us out, y/n.” 
you felt relief wash over your body as he organized the papers and placed them on his desk. “it’s really nothing, i’ll always be able to be at your assistance sir tighnari.” you said while returning his smile. his eyes soften. “i’m glad to hear that. you may go now.” 
he watches as you left the hut, leaving just him and his thoughts; specifically, the image of your gentle smile followed by your sweet voice saying his name. it made him feel all giddy and sweet inside.
“tighnari…” the forest ranger mumbled out, playing your voice in his head like a broken record. his tail swished around in satisfaction.
i should continue offering these errands for her…
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it was the third time tighnari has asked you to either run a personal request or pair up with him for patrols this week. you watched every step you took towards tighnaris hut with pots of various plants in your arms. you couldn’t help but wonder what caused him to always be searching for you throughout the day.
not that you really minded though. who wouldn’t resist being in the aid of the chief officer of the forest rangers ? he was truly everything good put into a single being. whether it was his intelligence or stern yet caring words that spoke out of his mouth, you always felt your admiration for him grow day by day.
perhaps something stronger than admiration was blooming as well. 
as you knocked the door that led to his home, tighnari promptly opened it with his usual faint smile. you welcomed yourself in and sat on a chair next to him. 
“you know y/n, you’re always doing such a great job with these requests. it’s truly a big help to have you here.” tighnari praised you diligently. he viewed the plants closely, his ears flickering in curiosity. you flushed at his compliment. 
“once again, it’s my pleasure sir.” 
“still, i’m very glad that you are able to volunteer your time for this. after all, you already work so hard as a member of the rangers.” he commented. you felt your cheeks growing hot, did you always feel this way when people praised you ? 
you avert his gaze in hopes that it’ll make your anxiety leave. it simply continues to grow when he gently reaches over to remove something from your face with his gloved fingers. 
“sorry- there was something on your face. it must’ve been from when you were outside.” 
his touch made you feel so vulnerable, you realize. you can’t stop your heartbeat from running a literal marathon or the embarrassing feeling in between your legs.
the plants on the table are placed away to the side, and tighnari neatly shoved the papers away from your view. he seemed distracted, to your relief; just when you thought you were able to hide your nervousness from tighnari, he looks at you with a smile. 
“did you know that most breeds of foxes can hear from 100 feet away ? which means that also applies to me, a human hybrid of a fennec fox. we also have heightened sense of smell-”
there was surely no way tighnari was lecturing you about his own breed while you sat there practically begging him to touch you. he continued his rant, but you were unable to focus. just as you were beginning to space out, tighnari leans closer to whisper something into your ear. 
“which means i can hear your heart beating excessively fast right now…” he mumbles. “... and your scent is all that's filling my brain…”
you swear you're an embarrassed mess by now, his words going straight from your head to your stomach. you gently push him away in fear that you won’t hold yourself back any longer. “sir- you’re teasing me too much.” 
“just call me tighnari from now.”
he’s gentle, but the starved glint glazing his eyes tell you otherwise. his fingers reached to tuck a strand of h/c hair to the back of your ear and he’s inching closer, his hot breath against the nape of your neck.
it was a blessing nobody was watching the scene unfold. the chief of the forest rangers, making such arousing actions towards their own pupil. anticipation is bubbling to the very tip of your chest. 
“be obedient and listen to me, will you ?” he asks smoothly and you nod a little too quick for your own liking. he gestures you to get up, making you face the table. “are you sure you’re okay with this ?” 
“yeah.” you heave out. that’s all the more tighnari needs to place one hand on your hips and the other on your back. he gently pushes you down to the table.
“then allow me…”
you were pressed against the desk, your back facing tighnari. his hands went up and down your clothed back before reaching over to undo your pants, playing with the hem of your underwear. you could feel a hard buldge pressing against the thin fabric that was starting to dampen. 
as he started to suckle on your neck and you unconsciously began to grind your hips against his boner. his sharp canines dug into your skin, eliciting a small whine from your lips.
this felt all too real. your hot boss bending you over while you shamelessly rut yourself into him like it’s the best opportunity ever given to you. he’s growling back sinful moans, attempting to control himself.
“i’ve been watching you, and you’re always doing such a good job for me.” tighnari whispers into your ear. he quickly removes his gloves, fingers slowly stroking your drenched panties. 
“tighnari please…” 
he removes your underwear, the smell of your arousal feeding into his desires. it’s so addicting, he wishes that he could have you all to himself, the way you whined and blushed under his touch.
two fingers are slipped into your hole. in embarrassment, you attempt to hide your pleasured moans, the ranger chuckles in response. “don’t hold back from me. don’t you wanna be a good girl and show me how good it feels ?” he asks while fucking his fingers deep inside of you. “tell me, how long have you been waiting for this ? you always seemed so nervous around me, and it just makes me want you even more.” he confesses. you let out a lewd moan. “since forever- ah, tighnari-” 
he’s awfully good at what he was doing. the way he curved his fingers that hit the spot had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. his pace is perfect and before you know it, you feel a heat in your stomach reaching its climax.
“ah ! tighnari i’m gonna…” you can’t finish your words." he nibbles on your ears teasingly. “you’re gonna cum ?” you nod quickly before cumming all over his fingers while still being a panting mess. he hums in satisfaction.
“that’s a good girl. don’t worry, i’m not done with you yet.” you can hear him unbuckle his pants. you’re already a sweating mess, and the thought of tighnari ramming his cock into you made you even more flushed. 
he presses his dick against you and you realize how big he was. hell, you didn’t even dare to look back to see if your assumption was true. “tighnari it’s so big. will it even fit ?” you mumble.
“don’t worry, i’m sure you can take it all.” he responds, kissing your neck eagerly. his words were just too sweet to resist, and before you know it, he’s got you twirled around his finger.
you suck in a deep breath as he slowly inserts himself inside your throbbing hole. he was gentle, making sure not to hurt you in any way. inch by inch, he settles inside your gummy walls; and he swears that the image of you looking like this is enough to get him cumming. 
“that’s my pretty girl.” 
the word ‘my’ go through your head, and his praises make you clench around him unconsciously, your walls gripping onto his dick.  he groans, “fuck… you’re making me so close already.” 
the thrusts start off slow and steady. his hands are secured on your hip as he begins to rut into you deeper and faster. you squirm. lewd sounds of his dick fucking you in and out echoes through the room; you swear his desk could break any moment. 
“t-tighnari… it feels so good !” 
he’s panting and moaning into your ear as pleasure vibrates from all over your body. despite the fact that your hips are clothed, you swore his grip would bloom red bruises over your waist. the rolling of his hips into yours made you starstruck. 
his dick reaches the same spot that pleased you the most. your voice gets louder as he continues to fuck you in that soft spot. “ah ! right there !” your legs are shaking and your eyes are rolled back, mouth hung wide open with erotic sounds exiting your vocal chords. 
sticky liquid coats his dick and dribbles down to the wooden ground. the sound is so sticky and the smell of sex is heavy in the room. 
“come on, just a bit more, ‘m close too.” he’s practically begging you as he continues to fuck himself into you. the feeling was addicting, your walls so soft and tight, perfect, just the way he liked. 
tighnari is quick to reach his own climax and pulls out with a wince, cum slicking your back, leaving a shiny finish to your shaking figure. he moves your h/c hair out of the way before placing gentle kisses on your nape. “truly, you’re too good for me.” 
“you really are too good.” 
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jmojellybae · 2 years
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I Should Be So Lucky
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Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader x Nancy Wheeler (Established Robin x Reader relationship)
Word count: 10.9k (oops)
Summary: Nancy has been single for a while. You and Robin offer her something that she’s been missing.
CW: SMUT 18+. Threesome! Kissing. Making out. Pet names. Praising. Thigh riding. Robin watches. Masturbation. Overstimulation. Fingering (All receiving) Oral (all receiving) Robin is the ultimate giver.
AN: This was difficult to write so I apologize for any mistakes. The ending is rushed because I just wanted to finish I’m sorry. Also Barb is alive and well and dated Nancy for a while because I said so!
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“Holy hell. You guys really went overboard” A collection of various size shopping bags dangle from Robin’s hands. She trails behind you and Nancy as the three of you enter your house after a long day of shopping at Starcourt. “I feel like my arms are gonna fall off!”
You shake your head fondly and sigh. “Nobody told you to carry all of the bags babe.”
“Yea. You could have at least let me carry some of my own bags, Robin.” Nancy adds in with a teasing lilt.
“Ok first of all, I don’t mind, and second, I wasn’t gonna let you two carry these stupid things around the mall all day.” She grumbled, watching her feet as she makes her way up the stairs behind you.
“So chivalrous.” You swoon, and you and Nancy break out into giggles.
The three of you enter your room and Robin places the bags on your bed. Your bed sheets disappear under the huge haul. Maybe we did buy too much. You question yourself after seeing the spread before you.
“Thanks for doing the heavy lifting, Robin.” You lean up and kiss Robin’s cheek and she immediately goes red.
“S’no problem.” She mutters and rubs the back of her neck, her voice cracking a little at the end.
“Ugh you two are so cute it almost makes me sick.” Nancy says jokingly as she goes through the bags.
“Feeling left out, Wheeler?” Robin taunts. She takes a seat at your vanity and does a full body stretch against the back of the chair. Her shirt rises in the process and reveals her lower freckled stomach. You definitely don’t miss the way Nancy stared a little too long at Robin’s exposed skin. Interesting.
You keep any thoughts about that to yourself as you join Nancy at the bed to help her sort out the bags.
“W—well.” Nancy uncharacteristically stammers. “A little? I guess?”
You quirk an eyebrow at the admission. “If you wanted a kiss Nance, all you had to do was ask”. You cant help but continue the teasing. You’re too focused on Nancy’s growing blush and you find it amusing.
“Hey. Are we throwing around free kisses now?” Robin asks in her little corner of the room. She’s too preoccupied with rifling through all of your makeup to notice the way Nancy has turned crimson red.
“I—I didn’t mean it like that!” Nancy shakes her head and her tight, brunette curls bounce from the movement. “I meant…it’s just been a while since I’ve had anyone. You know? It sounds dumb actually.” She sounds embarrassed and you start to feel a little bad at your previous teasing.
“I get it, Nance. It’s been what? A year since you and Johnny boy called it quits?” You start to think about Nancy’s previous relationships. There was Barb, who Nancy dated for a while before Barb moved away to Oregon. Then there was Steve which ended amicably, and finally Jonathan, who moved away to California with his family. It’s the longest time you’ve seen Nancy single since you’ve known her.
“Sounds about right.” Nancy sighs and puts some of her shopping bags on the floor.
“So. Nobody has caught your eye yet?” You start to organize the bags too. You and Nancy work side by side separating your things.
Nancy snorts. “I mean sure, there’s been a couple of people but um. I guess sometimes I can come off a little—”
“Intimidating?” You and Robin speak at the same time. You look at Robin and grimace at each other. A silent conversation passes between you and your girlfriend. Why did we say that out loud?! You’re not trying to make Nancy feel bad but you aren’t helping either.
Nancy’s eyes go wide and she looks at you and then to Robin. Robin ducks her head and pretends to be extremely interested in a certain nail polish.
“Geez, you two really know how to cheer a girl up.” Nancy lets out a humorless laugh. She gets done separating her bags and puts them in a neat pile by your bedroom door, her shoulders sagging a bit.
“Sorry Nance, but it’s not a bad thing! You’re just… weeding out the weak!” You say trying to save face. It’s not entirely a lie though.
Nancy smiles sadly. “I guess that’s one way to look at it.”
Feeling like you desperately need to change the subject, you snatch a bag up from the bed and pull out a black blouse.
“Nancy, I need your help on this one.”
Nancy looks relieved at the topic change and walks over to you eyeing the blouse curiously.
“Oh. I didn’t see you try this one on.” She picks it up and smooths her hand over the material.
You shrug. “It was an impulse buy but I don’t think it suits me very well so I need your opinion. Robin isn’t any help because anything I put on she says I look great in.”
Robin, who’s taken the liberty of opening your red nail polish, is creating little doodles on her shoes. She’s sticking her tongue out slightly, hyper focused on her work. “What? You do look great in anything.” She says matter of fact.
You roll your eyes. “See?”
Nancy starts to laugh but it dies in her throat when you start taking off your shirt in front of her. Nancy stands frozen trying to look anywhere but your topless form. You toss your shirt on the bed and that gets the attention of Robin who starts to gawk at you. You take a mental note of Nancy visibly swallowing and of her wandering eyes.
You grab the blouse from Nancy’s still hands and slip it through your arms and turn away from her.
“Could you get the zipper?” You ask.
“Oh uh y—yea. Of course.” She shakes out of her trance.
Nancy’s fingers pinch the zipper and you feel her make contact with your skin. Her usual freezing cold hands are surprisingly warm. With your back turned, you’re now facing Robin. You give her a roguish wink  and she returns the gesture with a dopey smile.
The room is so quiet that the sound of the zipper being pulled up is unnaturally loud. The tension that’s radiating from Nancy isn’t subtle anymore, and you wonder if Robin can sense it too.
“There!” Nancy retracts her hand quickly like the zipper was burning her.
You turn around and see that her face is flushed.
“Well?” You ask and step in the middle of the room giving a cute little twirl.
“You look great.” Robin says in a husky voice.
“I wasn’t asking you Robin.” You say playfully. You eye Nancy, expecting an answer. “Nance?”
“Oh! I mean— it looks amazing on you. It really shows off your— your features.” She gestures to your front. This time, she doesn’t attempt to hide her gaze. Her eyes drift to your chest. The material hugs your chest in just the right way.
“Yea. It isn’t too much?”
“Definitely not.” Nancy reassures, and gives you a smirk that makes your stomach do a little flip. What was that?
You hum and smile at Nancy’s approval. “I’ll keep it then.”
Nancy unzips you and you change back into your t-shirt. You gather the remainder of your bags and shove them in your closet, thinking that you can just deal with them later.
Robin taps a beat on the vanity table. Now that she’s done with her little art project and making a mess of your nail polish, she seems to be bored.
“So what’s next on the agenda ladies? Movie?” Robin proposes.
Nancy kicks off her kitten heels and makes herself comfortable on your bed. “As long as it’s not another horror movie. I couldn’t stand the last one you picked out, Robin.”
“What!?” Robin comically leaps from her chair. “Child’s Play was totally good!”
“I think I’m gonna agree with Nancy on this one.” You blurt out.  Robin looks at you like you just committed the most heinous betrayal in history. “The doll was creepy!”
“That’s the point!” Robin says exasperated and sits back down with her arms crossed.
You and Nancy laugh and Robin deflates. You turn to Nancy and notice she’s pulling at the collar of her blouse, like she’s warm. It’s definitely not warm.
The wheels are turning in your brain as you attempt to recount the things you noticed from Nancy recently. Even before today, you’ve silently caught her looking at you and Robin in a flirtatious way. Robin was, of course, completely oblivious, but the stolen glances didn’t get past you. You didn’t think much of it. Nancy was your best friend and knew it was just harmless fun, but after hearing Nancy talk about how she feels lonely in the love department lately, it’s making more sense to you.
“Are you hot Nance?” You abruptly ask.
“Oh.” Nancy closes her eyes and has a look on her face like she has been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. “Yea, a little I guess.” She attempts to smooth out her shirt.
“I’ll get you some water. Robin, wanna help me?” You turn to Robin’s who’s already picking at the drying nail polish on her shoe.
“Help you…get water?” She tilts her head like a confused puppy and you give her a lethal stare. Another silent conversation occurs between you two and her eyes go wide.
“Oh! Yea okay I’ll help you—” She chokes out. You’re already grabbing her arm before she can finish talking and drag her out of the room with you, leaving Nancy laying there on the bed blinking in confusion.
A few minutes later, you return with a glass of water for Nancy and put on the nightstand for her.
“One water with extra ice for table one.” You say amusingly. Nancy puts down the magazine she was reading and giggles.
“Why thank you.” Nancy picks up the glass and notices Robin rubbing her face nervously. “Is everything alright Robin?”
“Huh? Yea sure why wouldn’t it be?” Robin reclaims the vanity chair and leans back in it, her eyes wandering around the room.
Nancy looks like she wants to inquire further but is interrupted by you throwing yourself on the bed. Nancy bounces a little by the weight and almost spills her water.
“So. Nancy...” You start to say. You fiddle with a loose thread on the bed sheets thinking of how to phrase your next words. “Have you had any one night stands during your one year drought?”
Nancy almost spits out her water at the bluntness of your question. Yea, you could have definitely phrased that better. You and Robin can’t help but laugh at her reaction. She starts patting her chest in an attempt to keep from choking on the liquid.
“We’re back to this subject again?” Nancy clears her throat.
“Only if you want to be.” You smile reassuringly. You’re willing to back off immediately if Nancy said to.
“No. No I haven’t.” Nancy puts down her glass of water wary of whatever else you might throw at her. “I wouldn’t be like, super comfortable with the idea of sleeping with strangers anyway.” Her eyes dance between you and Robin.
“Yea? You lay down on your side with your elbow propped up supporting your head. Nancy curiously watches your every movement. “What about with friends?”
Nancy snorts in disbelief. She peeks a glance at Robin, who’s chewing on her lip and studying the two of you like a hawk. Nancy’s eyes go wide as she realizes the weight of your question.
“Wait, what are you asking?” Nancy’s voice starts to waver a little under your gaze.
You shrug your shoulders. “Just if you would sleep with your friends.” You answer nonchalantly.
Nancy gets more comfortable on the bed, mimicking your position and has that signature tiny smirk on her face. You can’t help but admire that little wrinkle that appears next to her mouth every time she smiles. “I don’t have many friends. So who, pray tell, are you referring to?” Nancy looks a little bit more relaxed than earlier and you smile at her playfulness.
“I don’t know Nance, you’ve got two pretty good looking friends right here in this room.” You gesture to yourself and then to Robin. Robin looks like she’s about to spontaneously combust at any second.
Nancy laughs incredulously. “Yea, my two friends who happen to be dating each other!” Nancy sighs and flops on her back. She groans and sinks further into the bed. You scoot closer to her, your bodies barely touching. You can instantly feel the heat coming off her.
“Nance.” Nancy turns to you and notices your close proximity.  Her eyes flicker to your lips momentarily before looking at you. “Can I kiss you?” You ask in a gentle voice.
Nancy goes through about a hundred different emotions in a span of second. She looks to Robin expecting her to say something, intervene, anything,  but she simply just sits there.
Robin shrugs. “Hey, if my girlfriend who’s like, the hottest girl on the planet, wants to kiss another hot girl, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see it.”
Nancy hangs her mouth open in shock at Robin’s forwardness.
“I am no better than a man.” Robin admits and hangs her head down in mock shame. You grab one of your small stuffed animals that lay on the bed and throw it at her. Robin reacts way too late and it hits her right in the chest.
“So?” You turn your attention back to Nancy. She looks hesitant, like she’s waiting for you to say the punchline and laugh. “Look, Nance, I trust you, and so does Robin.” Robin furiously nods her head in agreement. “You’re my best friend, but if you don’t want to, it’s fine. There’s no hard feelings and we can forg—”
“Kiss me.” Nancy interrupts, barely a whisper. “I—I want you to.”
Your eyebrows raise in a pleasant surprise. You lean over her and trace her sharp jawline with your fingertips. Nancy’s breath hitches when you start to lean in agonizingly slow. You want to take your time just in case Nancy might change her mind. You only pause when your lips are millimeters apart. The scent of Nancy’s vanilla chapstick invades your senses. It smells warm, and sweet. Nancy impatiently whimpers and your brain short circuits for a bit. When Nancy’s objection never comes, you finally close the gap and press your lips against hers in a delicate kiss.
Nancy’s lips are soft. So soft. It’s a stark contrast compared to Robin’s that are typically chapped. You feel a hand snake its sway to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer.  
“Holy shit.” Robin’s cracked voice fills the quiet room.
You break the kiss. Nancy’s eyes are still closed and her lips slightly parted like she was expecting the kiss to last longer. You brush her bangs from her face and when she opens her eyes, they’ve never been so blue before. It’s the brightest her eyes have been in a while.
“Wow.” Nancy lets out a wispy breath. “I didn’t realize how much I missed that.”
You both break out in giddy laughter. Nancy’s hand is still wrapped around the nape of your neck, twirling a thumb through your small hairs. You revel in the soothing motions.
“You alright?” The concern in your voice makes Nancy smile warmly.
“Absolutely, but um…” Nancy trails off. Her eyes flicker over to where Robin is sitting for a split second before landing to some random place in the room. “Can you kiss me again? Like, really kiss me?”
Your stomach does flips. You look over to Robin, who’s just surprised as you are. You tilt your head in a silent question and Robin reads you immediately. She nods her head once, a gesture that lets you know it’s okay. Robin reclines back and has a goofy, smug look on her face. She wants to enjoy this.
You return your attention to Nancy and she still isn’t looking at you. She almost looks ashamed of what she’s asked. You gently grab her chin and lock eyes with her. The sparkling blueness in them has faded, slowly being taken over by her pupils. You lean in, much quicker this time, and kiss Nancy again, but lacking any kind of carefulness like the first kiss. This kiss is scalding. Nancy whines into your mouth and her grip tightens around your the back of your neck. Your body reacts at the noises she’s making, sending a pool of heat straight to your lower abdomen.
“Holy shit. Holy shit.” Robin repeats.
You want to laugh, but Nancy starts to kiss you with more confidence and you effortlessly fall in line with her movements, like you’ve kissed her a million times before. For a moment, you question why this feels so easy. So right. You love Robin without a doubt. There’s nothing that’s going to change that, but there’s always been a small part of you that’s wanted this. Wanted to know what it was like to kiss the former, or perhaps still, most desirable girl in Hawkins.
You feel Nancy’s tongue swipe against your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You willingly part your lips for her, and her tongue slides into your mouth without pause. Each glide of her tongue against yours sends a buzzing, tingling sensation throughout your body and you can feel yourself starting to get lost in her. You know you should stop before this situation gets out of hand, but you just can’t, and apparently, neither can Robin.
Nancy kisses the corner of your mouth, then she starts to press feather light kisses down your jaw till she reaches your neck. Your body goes rigid when a particular slide of her tongue makes your eyes roll back in your head.
“Fuck, Nance.” You groan. Your stillness alerts Nancy and she stops immediately. She’s got a look of pure panic on her face when she realizes what she’s doing. She scrambles away from you and leaps off the bed panting.
“Shit! I am— I’m so sorry!” Nancy’s running her hands through her hair, thoroughly freaking out. She whips her body around in a blur and looks to Robin with apologetic eyes. “Robin I didn’t mean—I don’t know what came over me—”
“Whoa, Wheeler chill.” Robin gets up and gingerly  puts her hands on Nancy’s shoulders, trying to calm her. “It’s okay. We would have said something if we weren’t comfortable.” All Nancy can do is blink up at the taller girl.
“It just caught me by surprise is all, Nance.” You say breathlessly.
Robin turns Nancy by her shoulders, forcing her to look at you. Robin stands extra close behind Nancy and leans down so her mouth is right by her ear.
“I get carried away with her too.” Robin says in a low and husky voice. Nancy twitches at Robin’s close proximity and you see Nancy’s ear go adorably red in real time.
“We can keep going if you want to Nance. However far you want to take it.” The implication of your statement makes Nancy blush even more. She’s biting her bottom lip, deep in thought about your invitation. She cranes her neck to look at Robin behind her. Robin looks at her and winks.
“Are you okay with me watching?” Robin asks, rubbing Nancy’s shoulders. It’s more of a question to Nancy than you. Nancy hesitates for a second before answering.
“Yes.” She says bluntly, and Robin smiles wickedly.
You snort. “Pervert.” You say teasingly to Robin, but she just shrugs at your jeering
“Are you kidding? This is like, the hottest thing ever.” Robin claims. Nancy laughs at that, and you sense a lot of her apprehension from earlier dissolve.  “So now…go get her.”
Robin shoves Nancy. It wasn’t a hard shove in the slightest, but the unexpectedness of it causes Nancy to stumble toward the bed and land on top of you. You cradle an arm around her small waist to steady her. Robin snickers and walks over to the chair, pulling it a bit closer to the bed and reclines in it again.
You sit up a bit, leaning your back against the headboard and position Nancy to straddle your lap. You internally curse when you immediately feel the heat of her coming from under her skirt. You wonder if having a spectator caused her to get worked up so quickly.
“What do you want, Nance?” You ask softly, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. You move your hand that’s around her waist to her lower back and rub small circles with your thumb.  She looks at you from under her lashes. Her exquisite blue eyes display a tinge of nervousness, but also trust.
“I want…I want everything.” She pauses before continuing and breaths out sharply through her nose. “If that’s okay.”
You definitely want to give Nancy everything. You smile warmly and place your forehead against hers. “We can stop whenever you want, okay? I’ll follow your lead.” You give her a small peck on the nose before leaning back against the headboard again.
Nancy nods shyly. She brings her delicate hands up to cup your flushed face and plants a kiss on your lips. You hum contently against her. Spurred on by your agreeable sounds, she kisses you more passionately, and just like before, you both fall into an easy rhythm.
Your hands find her waist and give her a light squeeze. Nancy moans into your mouth and wraps her arms around your neck and pulls herself tighter against your body. You groan when you feel her tits brush against yours. Your kisses turn frenzied and sloppy. Wet, smacking noises and breathy moans begin to fill your room.
Robin intensely watches you and Nancy hungrily make out in front of her. The noises filling the room are starting to make her extremely hot and bothered. She shifts uncomfortably in her chair with each passing second.
Nancy is starting to get more confident. She suddenly breaks up the fervent kissing and pulls your head to the side by your hair, exposing your neck to her. She leans down and latches onto your sensitive skin, licking and sucking in all the right places.
“Oh god.” You grunt out. Nancy starts to roll her hips and you quickly find yourself becoming drunk off the heat building between you. While Nancy mercilessly attacks your neck, you feel her grab one of your hands and bring it up to her chest in an unspoken plea to touch her. You indulge her, and grope her over her blouse. She whines against your neck and your hips buck into her involuntarily. You start palming her tit, kneading and squeezing. Nancy purrs above you.
You catch Robin’s eyes over Nancy’s shoulder and she’s staring right at you. Her mouth is agape and her chest is rising and falling quickly. A wicked idea occurs to you.
“Fuck Nance, that feels so good.” You gasp in a high pitched, whiny voice, staring right into Robin’s dark blue eyes. You say it a little bit exaggerated, but neither Nancy or Robin notice. You just wanted to get a reaction out of Robin, and by the twitch in her eyes, you got one. You’re not lying though, it does feel amazing. Nancy is sucking a fresh bruise into the skin below your ear and you bite your lip at how amazing it feels. You want Robin to see the look of ecstasy on your face. She’s not jealous or mad in any way. She’s just mesmerized at the scene happening before her.
“Damnit.” Robin croaks. She runs both her hands over her face and they fall to grip her knees. You can tell it’s taking every ounce of her willpower for her not to touch herself.
Nancy stops attacking your neck to look at you. You can feel the marks she’s left on you. Spots on your skin pulse and throb and don’t need a mirror to know where the bruises are. You return your attention to Nancy, her eyes are glassy and pupils so blown you can barely see the blue in them anymore.
“Take off my shirt.” She demands. You can hear Robin groan in the background. You always knew Nancy liked to be in control of things, and you come to the conclusion that the attitude carries over to the bedroom as well, and you’re definitely not going to complain. You happily oblige her and grab the hem of her blouse as she lifts her arms in the air to help you slide the piece of fabric off her. You haphazardly toss it somewhere in the room and you take a moment to admire her frilly pink bra that you’re now eye level with. Nancy reaches behind her and starts to unclasp the hooks of her bra. Your heart starts to thunder in your chest and you can feel it hammering in your ears. The reality of the situation starts to hit you like a ton of bricks. Guess we really are doing this, you think to yourself.
The straps of the bra start to fall loosely on her slender shoulders and Nancy discards it. You are greeted with Nancy’s beautiful small tits and flushed chest.
“You’re so stunning Nance.” You utter in a throaty voice.  Nancy shyly ducks her head and smiles. You lightly scrape your nails over her bare back and she arches into it, pushing her tits further closer to your face. Nancy quivers and whimpers as your fingers dance over her impeccably soft skin. Goosebumps appear all over her body and her nipples form into hardened peeks. You lick your lips thinking about taking one in your mouth but you hold back, just barely.
“Oh.”  Nancy breaths out shakily. Your fingers move to graze over her rib cage and she shudders and giggles above you, light and airy. “That tickles.” She grabs both of your wrist and guides your hands toward her chest. You stare at her with uncertainty but she gives you a quick nod, letting you know it’s okay. You palm both of her tits and give them a quick squeeze. She groans as you test what kind of pressure she likes best. You massage softly at first, thumbs gently brushing occasionally against her nipples.
“You don’t…have to be so gentle.” Nancy mewls. Fuck. Your brain is completely fried at this point, but at least you have enough sense left in you to honor her suggestion. You pinch her nipples, hard and she yelps. She leans down and gives you a messy, open mouthed kiss as you tug and roughly play with her nipples. She moans obscenely down your throat and you swallow it gleefully.
“I want Robin here.” Nancy orders. Robin is currently in another world, because she didn’t hear Nancy at all. She’s somehow still sitting on that damn chair with a foggy, far away look in her eyes. You look at Robin and it gets her attention.
“Robin, do you want to join us?” You ask. Robin just blinks, completely dumbfounded.
“Oh. Yes. God yes.” She replies, her voice scratchy and deep.
Robin stands up and wobbles over to the bed. She tries to take off her shoes but she’s extra uncoordinated in her current hazy state. She almost falls over in the process. You and Nancy both laugh at the way Robin curses at her shoes. Robin finally settles in next to you on the other side of the bed. She has a better view of the both of you now, and her mouth hangs open at the sight of a topless Nancy settled into your lap.
“Wow.” Robin says out of breath. She runs a hand through her hair trying to come to terms with the fact that this is really happening in front of her.
Nancy shifts her body so that she’s straddling one of your thighs. You feel her hot center through your jeans and you whine at the contact. Nancy smiles, thoroughly satisfied at your reaction.
“Can I ride you?” Nancy asks shakily.
“Please.” You breathe out. Your hands cautiously come to rest on her hips.
Nancy grips the head board above you with both hands, completely caging you in. She starts to roll her hips slowly against the length of your thigh. Her clothed core sliding against your jeans is already creating an intense, heated friction that burns deliciously throughout your entire body. Your hands grasp her hips a little tighter, and you encourage her to move a little faster against you. Nancy sighs above you as the friction gets more and more fiery.
Robin really can’t help herself this time. You tilt your head in her direction while Nancy is preoccupied with using your thigh. Robin is so mesmerized by the way Nancy is moving against you, she doesn’t even notice you looking at her. You watch as her hand slides down her body and stops at the button on her jeans, her hips bucking in time with Nancy’s slow rolling.
“God.” You groan. The room wasn’t hot before, but it definitely is now. Nancy starts to rut faster against your thigh and you can feel a wet spot on your jeans forming. You dig your fingers into Nancy’s hips and pull her down more against you.
“Shit.” Nancy’s gasps. The headboard creaks behind you as Nancy grips it harder.
“Nancy, baby can Robin touch herself?” You say, the pet name slipping out of you. Nancy breaks her concentration for just a second to look at Robin, who looks like she’s about to break in half trying to control herself.
“Yes. Yes.” She repeats. “You two can do whatever you want I don’t—fuck. I don’t care.” And with that, the last pillars of Nancy’s nervousness crumble around you.
Robin wastes no time. She hurriedly unbuttons her jeans and slips a hand under the waistband of her underwear, her eyes rolling back in relief as she finally gets to touch herself.
“You ride my girl so well, Nance.” Robin slurs. She lazily moves her fingers against herself and you can hear how wet Robin is despite the noises coming from Nancy above you. Hearing Robin’s praises ignites something in Nancy. Her hips thrust in a short, erratic rhythm against you.
“Just like that.” You breathe out. Your grip on Nancy’s hips ground her, keeping her movements limited to short, rough bucking. Nancy throws her head up to the ceiling when a loud moan escapes her, and you are in awe at the sight.
“Suck on her tits.” Robin blurts out. You don’t need to be told twice.
You briefly kiss the valley between Nancy’s breasts before taking a nipple into your mouth. Nancy’s high pitched cries fill the room as you swirl your tongue around her and Robin starts to grind against her own fingers quicker.
“Fuck, don’t stop.” Nancy keens. One of her hands lets go of the headboard and grabs the back of your head, keeping your face locked against her bouncing tits.
You harshly suck on her nipple before releasing it with a small pop and turn your attention to the other one, repeating the same motions. Nancy’s eyes have screwed tightly shut. The sensations of everything becoming too much. You can tell she’s close, her breathing is short and shallow and she ruts impossibly faster against your leg. She’s made a terrible mess of your jeans and you wonder how wet she really is.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” Nancy slurs. Your teeth graze against her sensitive skin and that’s all it took for the dam to finally break. She throws her head back, mouth falling open and salacious moan escapes her as her climax wracks her body. The light of the setting sunlight leaks through your blinds and illuminates her body giving her a beautiful, golden glow. Her hips stutter against you, but your hands continue to move her hips up and down your thigh, prolonging her climax. Nancy starts to cry out and goes rigid. You can feel her cunt throb through your jeans.
Nancy falls against you and you wrap your arms around her to steady her. Her body twitches each time the aftershocks hit her. She’s breathing so hard against you. You run a hand along her back to soothe her, trying to calm her breathing. Nancy curls into your body, basking in the afterglow of her climax.
You gently pull back Nancy and she’s got a spaced out look in her eyes. A light sheen of sweat is on her forehead and the sides of her face. You brush back some of her hair that’s sticking to her forehead. She stares at you and smiles, all dopey and fucked out.
“Felt s’good.” She sputters.
“Oh, she is gone.” You chuckle, caressing her sculpted face.
“Hand her to me.” Robin says. Robin sits up a little and opens her arms invitingly.
“Go to Robin babe.” You coo and kiss her on top of her head.
Nancy hums and rolls off of you. She falls against Robin’s side. Robin pulls Nancy closer to her, wrapping her arm around her shoulder.  
“Hand me that water.” Robin orders.
You grab the forgotten glass of water that sits on your nightstand. You quickly take a generous sip before handing it to Robin.
“Drink some water, Nance.” Robin says in a gentle voice.
Nancy parts her lips and Robin carefully maneuvers the glass to her mouth, tilting it ever so slightly. Nancy groans in appreciation as she takes a few small sips of the cold water. Some liquid dribbles out of the corner of Nancy’s mouth but Robin is quick to wipe it away.
“Good girl.” Robin murmurs and kisses the side of her head. “You were moving like crazy.” You stare lovingly at the pair. Robin is taking care of Nancy the same way she would take care of you when you get like that, and your heart almost bursts at the sight.
Robin hands the water back to you and you place it back on the nightstand.
“Mmm, thank you.” Nancy breaths out, still looking a little disoriented.
“No problem.” Robin gives a few pets to Nancy’s head. After a moment, she untangles Nancy from her embrace and gently lays her down on the pillows. “Now lay there and look pretty, so I can deal with this one.” She pointedly looks at you. You widen your eyes and stick out your tongue.
Robin carefully crawls over Nancy and pounces on you in a flourish. She quickly gets between your legs and you automatically wrap them around her waist
“Robin!” You laugh. Robin takes both of your hands and pins them above your head.
“Do you know how hot it was seeing another girl use you like that? Huh?” She bends down and gives you a searing kiss. You moan against her lips as she roughly works your mouth with her own. You try to wiggle away but it’s futile, Robin’s death grip on your wrists prevents you from going anywhere.
Nancy shifts in the bed. She turns over to watch the both of you through half lidded eyes.
Robin forces her tongue down your throat and your hips start to move against her. She lets go of your wrist to hold down your hips.
“None of that.” She growls, keeping your hips still. “Sit up.”
You obey. Robin makes quick work of your shirt, tossing it behind her. Robin can’t be bothered with unclasping the hooks on your bra, so instead she pulls down the straps over your shoulder and pulls your arms through them. She lifts it up over your head and discards it. You’ve never seen her move so fast.
“Don’t wanna go slow?” You tease.
Robin pushes you down and you hit the mattress with a soft thud. Nancy perks up a bit to look at your bare chest, her face heating up again.
“Slow went out the window when you happily sucked on another woman’s tits.” Robin retorts.
“You told me to!” You bite your lip and smile. You know there’s not an ounce of actual jealousy coming from Robin, but her rough playfulness is turning you on so much.
“Indeed I did.” Robin says. She starts undoing the buttons on your jeans and that white hot heat from earlier starts to build up inside you again.
You feel Nancy snuggle up closer to you. She nudges into your shoulder and kisses it softly. You can see in her face that she’s come down from her high, but her eyes still have that hungry look in them. You swing your arm around her to bring her closer into you, kissing her sweetly on the lips.
Robin pulls down your jeans to the floor and zeroes in on the wet patch on your underwear, but before she decides to tear the fragile fabric off of you, she turns her attention to Nancy.
“Nance?” Robin has her hands on Nancy’s skirt. Nancy nods her head giving Robin permission. Robin undoes the single button on the waistline of Nancy’s skirt and pulls it down her slender legs.
Robin sits on her knees and lets out a puff of air. She looks down at the two beautiful girls below her, eyes raking over each of your bodies. She tentatively explores Nancy’s unfamiliar curves and dips, but then admires yours she knows intimately well. She groans and rubs a hand down her face.
“I think we broke her.” Nancy says, and you both giggle. Robin’s face goes crimson red.
“Oh I’m sorry princesses. It’s not often I have two gorgeous naked women laying in front of me.” Robin pouts and puts her hands on her hips.
“Come on babe.” You console. You spread your legs open wide. You grab Nancy’s knee and pull her leg toward you, opening her up as well. “I think you know what to do.”
Robin licks her lips staring at yours and Nancy’s soaked underwear.
“This is going to be the death of me.” Robin says in a broken voice.
She gets herself together and hooks an arm around yours and Nancy’s thighs, pulling both of you toward the foot of the bed with ease. Robin stands tall, towering over the both of you. She dips her fingers in each of the waistbands of you and Nancy’s underwear and with a shuddering breath, pulls them down at the same time. She’s pulling them agonizingly slow, taking in the moment as it is. You and Nancy lift your legs up in assistance and with one final glide of fabric on skin, you both lay fully naked.
It takes herculean effort from Robin not to pass out right then and there. She places her left hand on Nancy and her right hand on you. She starts to caress her open palms over your stomachs, chest, and thighs, fervently touching as much skin as she can reach. You sink into the mattress at the soothing touches. Robin’s brain is overloaded. Her eyes dance between you and Nancy, not knowing where to look.
“So beautiful.” Robin sighed, completely in awe.
She slides her hands closer to your centers and glides her fingers through yours and Nancy’s wet slits. The two of you simultaneously whine as Robin runs her fingers up and down, generously coating her fingers in arousal.
“Fuck.” Robin grunts. “Both of you are so fucking wet.”
“Robin…” You whimper. Your hips twitch each time Robin brushes over your clit.
“We need more, please.” Nancy sobs out, finishing what you were about to say.
Robin chuckles darkly, smugness radiating off of her. “Who am I to deny what two pretty girls are begging for?”
Robin slips a finger into each of you. With how wet you are, it slides in with ease. She does a few experimental thrusts before deciding to add a second finger. You groan at the feeling of being stretched and filled by your girlfriend’s long fingers, and by the way Nancy opens her legs wider, knees bumping into yours, she’s feeling just as appreciative. You and Nancy’s combined throaty whines echoed around the room and Robin is almost dizzy from the sounds. Spurred on by the noises, Robin starts to pump faster into the both of you.
“Oh my god.” You gasp. Your back arches off the bed in a beautiful bend.
You still have your arm around Nancy, so you pull her closer into you. You hiss when her hot skin touches yours. You grab her face and kiss her. It’s a messy kiss. Both of you are moaning into each other’s mouth as Robin continues to fuck you two with her fingers. Nancy swings her arm over your torso and grabs a handful of one of your breasts, squeezing and massaging it while making out with you.
Robin can’t help but sigh heavily at the image unfolding in front of her. She watches her glistening fingers pump in and out of two different cunts, and her ears are ringing from all the high pitched, breathy moaning and obscene squelching noises. The  indecent sounds and smell of everything have her knees shaking. It’s almost too much for her brain to take.
“Fucking hell.” Robin’s low tone of voice is almost unrecognizable. “Have to— taste both of you. Is that okay Nance?”
Nancy barks out a laugh. “Yes it’s okay. It’s more than okay. Just—please.”
Robin falls to her knees with her fingers still sheathed inside you. She regards the wet, needy cunts and can’t believe she has such a feast before her.
“Keep your legs raised for me princesses.” Robin orders. Both you and Nancy raise your legs higher, bending at the knees. Your angles reveal everything to Robin, and you can hear her hum deep in her throat, pleased at how the both of you quickly reacted to her words. “Good girls.”
Robin slips her fingers out of Nancy, and Nancy is about to complain until Robin plunges her tongue deep between her folds without warning.
“Fuck, Robin!” Nancy damn near screams as she spasms against you.
Robin delightfully groans into Nancy’s pussy, savoring the unfamiliar taste of her. She works her tongue in languid up and down motions, lapping up every drop of her arousal. She doesn’t forget about you though. She curls her fingers deep inside you and pumps in a steady rhythm, expertly rubbing the growing swollen spot inside you. Your hips grind against her fingers, meeting her thrust for thrust.
“Robin…” You say her name like a prayer. You’re honestly impressed she’s able to keep up with satisfying both you and Nancy, given how graceless she can be.
You untangle yourself from Nancy, reaching down to rub your aching clit as Robin fucks you with her fingers. You close your eyes, concentrating on the lewd sounds deafening the room. Robin is hungrily eating out Nancy next to you. You can hear every lick, suck and sharp sob. It’s strange how you feel about it. You don’t feel how you’re suppose to feel about your girlfriend worshiping another woman’s pussy. You love Robin, and you love Nancy. Somehow, it makes sense to you, and maybe it makes sense to all three of you, because you’ve never been so turned on in your life. The pleasure building deep within you is growing fast. Robin unlatches herself from Nancy’s cunt and turns her attention to yours. She pulls out her fingers and shoves her tongue inside your entrance unexpectedly.
“Oh fu—!” You cry out, and your hands fly to clutch the bedsheets.  
You spread your legs impossibly wider for her, and you can feel the tip of her nose press against your clit as she tries to get as deep as she can. Her pointed tongue swirls inside you and the sensation has you seeing stars. She never breaks her concentration on Nancy either. Robin moves her fingers back to Nancy’s cunt and rubs small tight circles over her swollen, red clit. Robin is working overtime, making sure each girl gets the same attention.
Her tongue leaves your hole and swipes up to focus on your clit, wrapping her plush lips around it and lashes at the sensitive flesh with quick flicks of her tongue. You writhe wildly on the bed jerking your hips into Robin’s face, knuckles turning white as you grip the bed sheets tighter. You feel the muscles tighten in your lower abdomen, the white hot coil inside you is almost too much to bear, and it’s getting harder to keep your legs raised. You’re so close.
You feel a hand tighten over your wrist. You look over through squinted eyes, and see that Nancy is gazing at you. She’s breathing hard through parted lips, and she looks so beautifully blissed out. You flip your hand over, and entangle your fingers together.
“Make her cum Robin.” Nancy pleads, her eyes never leaving yours.
You feel Robin growl against you, and now you have her full attention. She’s got both of her hands on you now. Her right hand hooks under one of your knees, keeping you open and spread, her other hand goes to your cunt. She shoves two fingers into you roughly, and you cry out at being stretched again.
“Robin I’m so close-!” You yell,  your voice turning into a desperate whine.
Robin brutally pumps her fingers into you, the base of her knobby knuckles pounding against your cunt. You can feel her many rings press up against you with each thrust. Her tongue swirls rapidly against your clit. The sounds around you start to fade away, reduced to muffled buzzing. You grip Nancy’s hand tighter, the touch is the only thing grounding you to this world. You can feel your walls clenching tighter around Robin’s fingers, and she must feel it too, because she moves her fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion against your inner walls and your breath hitches.
“Robin, y—you’re gonna make me cum—!” Your eyes roll back in your head when your orgasm rips through you. You let out a crying scream, unable to contain the intense pleasure bursting from within you. You squeeze Nancy’s hand tighter, fearing you might actually hurt her, but she squeezes back just as hard. Your body convulses as Robin’s continues to fuck you through your climax, your arousal flowing out of you with each lazy pump of her fingers and her mouth is still locked on your clit, sucking roughly. You try and recoil away, but Robin is relentless and continues her onslaught. Tears start flowing from your eyes at the overstimulation.
Nancy lets go of your hand and grabs the top of Robin’s head, yanking her by the hair away from you. You’re grateful for it, because any second longer and you might have been reduced to a lifeless puppet. Robin lets go with a gasp of breath, a string of spit and arousal falls from her lips. She’s breathing hard and her eyes are so blown she doesn’t even look like herself. A shadow of pure lust masks her once soft features, and god, it’s really hot to see her like that. Your limp legs fall over the edge of the mattress with a thud and your entire lower body twitches as the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm subside.
“My turn.” Nancy growls, and pulls Robin by the hair to her spread legs.
Robin, still hungry for more, happily lets her face be shoved back into Nancy’s waiting cunt. Nancy shudders and stretches her arms down to lock her fingers behind Robin’s head. Robin is trapped, and she loves it. She moans into a face full of pussy as Nancy starts to rock the length of her cunt into Robin’s face. Robin can only lay her tongue flat, letting Nancy use her.
After a few uneven breaths, you somehow find the strength to sit up. You lean back with your arms supporting you and watch as your loving girlfriend gets her face fucked with reckless abandon by your best friend. Robin locks eyes with you and she makes a whining noise when you give her a doting smile.
“You could do this for hours, couldn’t you babe?” You say affectionately. You reach over and brush her sweat covered bangs away from her face, Nancy never breaks her movements. “You love it.”
Robin responds with another whine and bucks her hips into nothing. You smile wickedly and continue to watch, transfixed at the way Nancy moves. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly and her thighs are quivering more and more.
“Fuck.” You hear Nancy huff out. “I don’t think—don’t think I can keep my legs up anymore.”
“Help her out baby.” You direct Robin.
Robin quickly resolves the issue, and plants her open palms on the underside of Nancy’s thighs, pressing down, helping her keep her legs raised and open. With this position, Robin gained a little bit more control, and Nancy lets her hands fall from the back of Robin’s head.
“Perfect.” You murmur. “Now please make her come.”
Robin grunts and sloppily works her tongue against Nancy’s cunt, moving her head up, down, and side to side. Nancy lets out a guttural moan at the fierce pace. You scoot closer to her, and take her hand like she did for you, dotting light kisses up and down her arm.
“Close. So close.” Nancy sputters.
Encouraged, Robin latches onto Nancy’s swollen clit licking and sucking the sensitive nub. Nancy’s eyes screw shut, and her mouth hangs open in a silent moan, and you watch as her stomach muscles become taut. She squeezes your hand so hard that her arms shakes. You wince a bit, but it doesn’t really bother you, you’re too distracted at the way her body moves against the sheets. She sucks in a sharp breath as her back arches off the bed.
And for the second time today, Nancy cums, hard. She makes an unrestrained, strangled noise when her orgasm shatters her body. Her small but strong thighs threaten to crush Robin’s head, but Robin makes no attempt to move. Robin can only flatten out her tongue as Nancy restricts her movements, and she lets Nancy ride out her climax for as long as she wants. It’s only when Nancy goes completely limp does Robin pull back. She sits on her knees with her head looking at the ceiling, gasping for breath. She hasn’t taken a moment to really breathe for a while. Not that she minded. If Robin succumbed to the fate of suffocating between a woman’s thighs, she would have died a happy woman.
Nancy twitches beside you, her eyes are glassy and half lidded.
“You alright, Nance?” You caress her heated cheeks with the back of your knuckles, and she nudges into the gentle touch.
“God yes. I’m so perfect.” She smiles, the corners of her mouth quirking up cutely.
You smile relieved, knowing that she’s still okay. You move in to give her a quick, soft kiss and she returns it, sighing contently.
While Nancy takes a moment to even out her breathing, you shakily sit up again. Robin is still sitting on the floor, breathing heavily. You groan at the sight of her. She is filthy. Her lips are red and puffy, and arousal and spit practically drip from her cheeks and chin. You even see a shimmering wet spot on her nose. She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes lighting up when she sees you staring at her.
“Do you need anything baby?” You ask her in a soothing voice.
Robin shakes her head and messily wipes at her face with the back of her hands. “I don’t think I need anything else ever in my life.” She jokes, her voice raspy and coarse.
Nancy sits up and scoots closer to you. She looks down at Robin, captivated.
“You sure you don’t need anything Robin?” Nancy tilts her head, her implication hanging in the air.
“Oh!” Robin’s voice cracks. “You guys don’t have—I don’t want Nance to do anything she doesn’t want to do. I’m fine—uh really. I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but I’ll just—.”
Robin goes on a ramble. You and Nancy slowly look at each other with an amused expression, giggling fondly.
“Robin.” Nancy gently interrupts her.
Robin closes her mouth with a click, cringing at herself for allowing her mouth to run wild at a time like this.
“Get on the bed.” You order.
Robin doesn’t say another word. She submits and stands up on shaky legs. Her already unbutton jeans hang slightly off her hips. You and Nancy scoot back and give and Robin space to crawl between both of you. She flops on her back and opens her arms, allowing you and Nancy to curl up on either side of her. You throw your legs over Robin, entangling your limbs with Nancy’s as she does the same.
“If this is a dream, please never wake me up.�� Robin quips.
You roll your eyes affectionately and kiss her. She smiles broadly into the kiss. You immediately taste the arousal that lingers on her lips, a mixture of your own and Nancy’s. You moan deeply, wanting to taste more. She opens her mouth for you, and you slip your tongue inside. Robin’s velvety tongue swipes against yours, and you taste it more strongly. It’s intoxicating. Nancy tugs on Robin’s chin, breaking her kiss with you. Robin turns her head not wanting to let Nancy feel left out, but for a split second, you see a flash of nervousness on Robin’s face. She had no problem going down on another girl just minutes before, but the thought of actually kissing another girl has her shy. You find it so endearing, for some reason.
But just as quickly as it came, that nervousness vanishes. Robin kisses Nancy sweetly at first, but the smaller girl takes charge, and kisses her back more passionately. Nancy coaxes Robin to loosen up, allowing Nancy to guide her through the motions. You can see Robin visibly relax, thankful that Nancy took control in that moment.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes.” You say, tugging on Robin’s shirt.
You and Nancy start pawing at Robin clothes, pulling her back and forth. Robin is about to lose her mind, being manhandled by two pretty girls. Robin’s clothes are aimlessly thrown in every direction until she’s lying completely naked. There’s so much skin, every brush of Robin and Nancy’s hot skin on yours is overwhelming. Feather light touches suddenly feel like scorching pokers against your flesh.
Nancy is the first to move. She crawls closer to Robin’s legs and you can feel Robin go tense against you. Her eyes roam all over Robin’s body, fascinated by the abundant amount of freckles that litter her arms, stomach and thighs.
Nancy gently lays a hand on Robin’s knee and looks at her. “May I?” She asks in a gentle tone.
Robin, the sweet thing, looks at you for an answer. She looks apprehensive, more for you than herself. With everything that’s happened today, you’d think there wouldn’t be any more lines to cross, but you think it’s cute that Robin still doesn’t want to make either of you upset.
“It’s okay babe.” You smile reassuringly at her. “Let Nancy take care of you, if you want.”
Robin turns back to Nancy, and nods certainly. Nancy’s mouth falls open in a delighted smile, pleasantly surprised.
You sit up straight and lean back against the headboard opening your arms. Robin scoots and nestles between your legs, her back against your stomach.  She rests her head on your between breasts and you wrap your arms around her, enveloping her in a comforting hold.
Nancy settles in between Robin’s legs, lowering herself flat against the bed. She eases her legs open, digging her fingers into the plushness of Robin’s inner thighs, and you can feel Robin shudder along your body. Nancy makes a sound of approval when Robin fully opens up to her. You rub soothing strokes along Robin’s arms.
Nancy experimentally licks through Robin’s wet folds, enjoying the taste of her, and Robin’s reaction is immediate. She whimpers and arches her back against you, opening her mouth and panting. You lean down and kiss the top of her head.
“I’m already so—fuck.” Robin struggles to say. Her hips buck involuntarily, Nancy constricts her arms around Robin’s thighs to keep her from moving. “I’m already so close it’s not even funny.” She finishes.
It is funny, you think. Robin’s been wound up for a while, and you know it’s because she was ravenously eating out you and Nancy like she hadn’t had a meal in days. It got her worked up more than anything you could actually do to her physically. Robin gets off on giving, and that didn’t change just because another person was involved.
Nancy starts to work faster after Robin’s admission, tongue expertly dancing over Robin’s already sensitive clit. You watch with hungry eyes as Nancy greedily laps at your girlfriend’s cunt. A wispy breath escapes you and you’re unable to control yourself. You glide your hands over Robin’s chest, groping both of her tits. She moans deep in her chest at the extra stimulation. You tweak and roll her nipples between your fingers and her head falls to the side at the amount of pleasure she’s receiving.  
“Need—little more.” Robin cries out and closes her eyes tightly.
Nancy hums in acknowledgment against her and presses the tips of two fingers against her entrance, slowly stretching her to fit them. With Robin already so wet, it didn’t take long for Nancy to fully sheath two digits deep inside her. Nancy starts to gently pump her fingers into Robin and you feel a deep rumble against your front. Robin wiggles in your hold, clutching the bedsheets with a vice like grip, trying desperately not to cum too fast.
Nancy looks up through her lashes and watches as you leisurely toy with Robin’s tits. Inspired, Nancy curls her fingers and fucks Robin faster, licking tight, quick circles around her aching clit. Robin whines and starts to roll her hips in time with Nancy’s movements. Every touch sends a shiver through Robin. You find it amazing how sensitive she is given that neither you or Nancy have touched her till this point. The thought makes you absently squeeze Robin’s tits a little harder, and she yelps in response.
“Oh—oh fuck.” She whimpers, her breathing becoming uneven.
You move one hand away from her chest and grab her chin, forcing her to look up at you.
“Open your eyes babe.” You mewl, swiping your thumb across Robin’s bottom lip.
Robin lets out a high pitched whine before opening her deep blue eyes to look at you. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, a film of hazy desire blanket them and she looks so out of it.
“Nancy’s doing such a good job isn’t she?” Your voice is warm and soft. Robin breaths raggedly through her nose and nods. You kiss Robin’s sweaty forehead and force her head to turn back to Nancy. “Tell her. Tell her how it feels.” You command. Robin’s breath hitches at the timbre of your voice.
Robin groans when she locks eyes with Nancy. “It feels amazing, Nance. You’re—fuck. You’re gonna make me cum so fast.” Robin chokes out, brows furrowing.
Nancy makes a whimpering muffled noise between Robin’s legs. Encouraged by the praises, she works double time against Robin’s cunt, focusing her efforts on reaching deep inside with faster thrusts,  and her tongue continues its sloppy, erratic lashing on her clit.
You go back to fondling Robin’s tits again, using the pads of your thumbs to rub lazy circles over her hardened nipples. Robin’s eyebrows crease together as she tries to concentrate on the bombardment of sensations she’s receiving.
“Shit. Fuck. I’m—” Robin goes quiet and still against you, her back muscles spasm against your torso and her legs jut out straight becoming stiff as boards. Her long arm reaches down and grabs a fistful of Nancy’s hair and holds her still, hips bucking in a broken rhythm into her face. A guttural moan bursts from Robin as she arches off of you and cums on Nancy’s pretty face.
You run soothing strokes along Robin’s arms and whisper sweet nothing against her head as she rides out her climax. Nancy slows her movements, coaxing out as much pleasure as she can for Robin, only stopping when Robin starts to wince and squirm away from her.
Robin goes listless in your embrace, panting hard. Nancy pulls back and sits on her knees, licking her dripping lips, not wanting to waste any of Robin’s wetness. She stares at you and Robin and smiles endearingly.
“I’ve been out of practice for a while, I hope that was okay.” Nancy says, half joking.
Robin snorts. “Shut up, Wheeler. You know that was more than okay.”
The three of you laugh together, unbridled and joyous. It’s a surreal feeling, considering what you just did with your girlfriend and best friend. There’s no awkwardness hanging in the air, at least, there hasn’t been for a while, and the energy in the room can only be described as serene. You keep thinking to yourself that you should be feeling some kind of shame, or regret, but those feelings never come.
Nancy is smiling, wide and toothy, eyes crinkling at the corners. You rarely see Nancy with such an unrestrained smile.
Robin is laughing, in that high pitched, scratchy kind of way you only really hear when she’s too excited about something.
Seeing the two people you love most in the world be so happy and comfortable with each other after engaging in something extremely emotional and physically intense has you almost teary eyed. You can’t sense any regret from them either.
Suddenly, everything falls into place.
Half an hour passes by, and the three of you are in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs on the bed. Your bedsheets hang halfway off the mattress, and clothes are tossed all over the room. Robin lays sandwiched between you and Nancy, her arms around both of you. Nancy has her back against Robin’s left side, using her shoulder as a pillow and clutching the rest of arm. You’re snuggled up tightly on Robin’s right side, your arm around her torso and head on her chest. The room is too warm and reeks of sex. You know you should probably crack a window or something, but you can’t bring yourself to move, not when you’re this comfortable.
“She’s fast asleep.” You hear Robin whisper to you.
You sit up slightly and check on Nancy, who’s indeed fast asleep, breathing softly through parted lips. She looks so peaceful. You shift slightly in Robin’s hold, facing her closely.
“Robin…” you begin to say, keeping your voice low. “Are you okay?”
Robin notices your worried expression, and pulls you closer against her.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay. I promise.” She smiles genuinely, and you feel reassured.
She looks like she wants to say something else, and you wait to see if she does. Your stomach drops with more and more after each passing second of silence.
Robin takes in a huge breath, careful not to wake Nancy. “But, what happens now? I don’t think this is what you were expecting when we were talking in the  kitchen.”
You think back to earlier when you were getting Nancy’s glass of water with Robin. The two of you had talked about seeing where it could possibly go with Nancy, and both you and Robin agreed that whatever happened, happened, and that the two of you would be okay with it, but neither of you could have predicted it going this far.
“Yea…it kinda just kept going huh?” You say, a little embarrassed and Robin fails to hold in a laugh.
Nancy stirs and you and Robin go still. She turns over in Robin’s embrace, and absently throws her arm around Robin’s front, her hand clutching around yours. Even though Nancy is still fast asleep, oblivious of what she just did, your heart flutters at the sweet gesture. The fact that she did it in her sleep makes it so much better.
“I don’t know what happens next but, maybe we can just enjoy whatever this is? At least for now.” You look at Robin, studying her reaction.
Robin purses her lips, deep in thought. She regards the sleeping girl on her chest and brings her hand up to run her fingers lightly through Nancy’s hair. Nancy makes a small, content noise in her sleeping state. Then, Robin does the same to you and you close your eyes enjoying the comforting motions.
“I think I can get behind that.” Robin says with a smile.
You can figure this all out later, but for now, you curl into your girlfriend and hold your best friend’s hand a little tighter. The light sounds of Robin and Nancy’s steady breathing lull you into a tiredness you didn’t know you were feeling, and before you know it, you fall fast asleep with a smile on your face.
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umm, i've always been too shy to ask for a request for my favorite orv character, but i guess it's now or never i think. If it's not too much trouble, could you make a yandere yoo joonghyuk x regressor reader? (I've never seen someone write a yandere yjh And I always thought yjh has a lot of material to cover if he was a yandere, it can be any kind of scenario or headcanons of what a yandere yoo joonghyuk would be like for his reader/s/o, I hope that this could be understood because I'm not very good at English and I'm still practicing. ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙( my first language its Spanish maybe it's for that 😭, sorry if this request sounds weird or something) (btw reader can be fem or gn I don't mind (ノ´∀`*)
awh im so happy you got the courage to request hehe your english is amazing!! <33
yandere yjh x regressor reader
Yjh's pov
Regressing over and over again... tiring...so tiring. But you by my side with our memories, we'll be able to get through this together. Oh how i love you so. I can't imaging life without you. Please don't leave me. You cant leave me.
Your pov
I open my eyes to see the train again. I'm tired of this all.
[kill one or more living organisms]
i stared at the blue screen blankly. Why me? My eyes dulled at the sight of everyone panicking. you should all be hoping you die soon, the future holds only living hell. i hung my head low. That man...That wretched man. why must he come to me? A pipe was swung at my head as a passenger tried to kill me. It hurt. a lot. but what hurt more was knowing that he would always find me. I closed my eyes.
[you have died]
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I open my eyes to see the train again. I suppose dying on the train isn't too bad.
[kill one or more living organisms]
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A pipe was swung at my head as a passenger tried to kill me.
[you have died]
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I open my eyes to see the train again. This is nice. my new home. Without him. I wonder how he must feel.
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[you have died]
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I open my eyes to see the train again. But. Its different. Someone's shadow covers my body. I look up to find the man who gave me hell.
Why?
"You shouldn't have done all that. Do you know what I've had to do to regress to you?" A tightening grip on my wrist. It seems those days, weeks, months, regressing in the first scenario are over. My gaze meets his. I feel fear for the first time in a while. This man...is a man of few words. He speaks through actions. These actions are violence.
He sighed. "Will you fucking reply? I'm not talking to a brick wall here am i?" I stare at him blankly. I see. He's grown increasingly less patient. What can you really expect from a man like him. "Sorry." Now that i am in his view, I must not make him mad. Of course im scared but...i'm used to this behavior of his. somewhat similar to a child of sorts. "Sorry? Is that what you fucking call this?" He grabbed a fist full of my hair. I wince in pain. "I-I missed you love." That always gets him. He let go of my hair and hugged me. "I'm sorry [name]...you made me do this."
"Yes this is my fault. I'm sorry." A stab though his abdomen wounded him. I watched as he died. If only i could do this every times. Passing the first scenario and the constellation sponsor, i focused on rallying the allies he once had.
~~timeskip
anna croft. i liked her. after all, an enemy of an enemy is a friend. but now i am well aware that she'd sacrifice me too if it meant achieving her goal. I must play my cards well.
~~timeskip
ah. it seems i have fainted. i look out he window. is this the infamous demon realm? A man strides through the door.
No..it cant be! I-I killed him! Fuck! did something go wrong? "Are you feeling better dear? it was troubling to turn you into a demon but it was definitely worth it." He smiled sickeningly sweetly at me. Demon? What-What does he mean by that? I felt the top of my head but in place of where some hair should be was a pair of horns instead. "What did you do to me?.." I started to cry. I though- I thought i had escaped him! That I could be free and happy once more. Why? What went wrong?
"Ah you must be concerned of my well being! How kind of you to do so after stabbing me." I noticed the cold heavy metal chains that were connected to the bed frame. He slowly un chained the bed and chained it to himself.
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I became...some sort of pet of his. Asmodeus, the demon king, was certainly amused. Turns out he had helped the vile creature in coming back to life rather than regressing. And for some reason, I couldn't die.
"I love you, [name]." He kissed my forehead goodnight. "See how happy we are? why did you want to stop me? stop us? I hope you have reflected on yourself..." He smiled at me, petting my head softly.
This really is hell.
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Gray & Mira Hcs!
the dynamic (demonic) duo **jazz hands**
* These two are like organized chaos together
* everything perfectly thought out to cause just the right amount of chaos
* They are the biggest instigators
* will lie their asses off to start fights when theyre bored
* Gray has a sensitivity to tears, and Mira can and will play on it at any given moment
* They have the same amount of arrests, its like a game to them, whoever has more wins
* [common conversations involving them]
* Mira: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. 
Gray: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.
* Judge: Does the defendant have any special requests? 
Gray: Death penalty. 
Mira, from the gallery: Gray, it’s just a parking ticket. 
Gray, whispering into the mic: Please kill me.
* Mira: It’s nice to be wanted.
Gray: Even if it’s by the law?
Mira: Especially if it’s by the law.
* they are the epitome of “i have a problem” “*sigh* okay, put the body on ice ill be there soon” “ok— wait, no! not that kind of problem!”
* They were TERRORS growing up (still are) and while they weren’t necessarily friends they were like tentative partners in crime
* Mira claimed him as her friend after he tried to fist fight a council member
* at first he didnt fully reciprocate but did a 180 when she got into Erzas face and started a fight with absolutely no fear
* Gray still thinks shes one of the most badass people he knows
* Mira typically cooks for the guild and she will have Grays food ready before he even orders it
* Gray brings her tea from her favorite fancy shops everyday
* They bonded over being (partially) demons
* Mira helped Gray accept and deal with the non-romanticized parts of having demon instincts (gruesome intrusive thoughts, impulsiveness, apathy for humans, volatile moods, etc)
* As a side effect of being a demon, Mira (non transformed) has short talons, fangs, and horns (among other things). She truly loves them
* So when Grays started to grow in she didnt fully understand why he didnt; but she still did her best to comfort and reassure him and sympathize with him
* While she tried to hide her excitement at his physical traits while she was comforting him, Gray noticed and it was that that made him grow more comfortable with them
* They have rant sessions that are completely judgment free where they can talk on and on about their ugliest moments/thoughts, and basically most the things they cant tell others. whether it has to do with their demon side or not
* Miras demon has a constant thirst for mayhem, and Gray (being the instigator he is) will give it to them no questions asked
* in turn when Gray gets into arguments and hes wrong, Mira will update wikipedia pages so hes right
* theyre so passive aggressive towards each other
* When they fight everyone within a 8 mile radius needs to be evacuated, no matter how small the fight looks, they get vicious and it’s terrifying
* if you interrupt them you may as well be signing your death warrant
* They always act like nothing happened when they’re done, leaving everyone tiptoeing around them for weeks post
* Grays phone is on dnd constantly, Mira is one of the only few people that is set to come through
* and the local police station, but thats the same thing
* When Mira doesnt answer his calls he’ll leave incriminating voicemails and wont answer her calls for hours after
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bowtied-pasta · 2 years
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Another callout post? On my blog? Yes.
If you simp for…
Slenderman
You have a suit kink
You absolutely have daddy issues and it’s terminal
Do I have to say anything about the tendrils or can we just all agree to not say anything about the tendrils?
Splendorman
You have a thing for that one trope where the characters are living in bliss until someone fucks with one of the characters and the other ones flips a switch and goes batshit trying to save them
How’s it feel to simp for a man that like 4% of the fandom recognizes enough to write about of their own free will?
You either headcanon he has a “normal” voice or that he has the silliest fucking clown shit going on, no in between
‘Fenderman
Much like Slender simps, I don’t believe I have to say anything about the very obvious attraction to tendrils that you have
How’s it feel to simp for a man that like 4% of the fandom recognizes enough to write about of their own free will?
You have your own version of him in your head and much like me, you have completely trashed the og scummy version of him and made him absolutely dateable
Kagekao
You probably hate wine
You have a thing for bullies that would absolutely be mean to you, regardless if that means they like you or not
You probably haven’t seen the art where his talon like toe nails actually fucking stick out of his stereotypical converse black shoes
Dark Link
You had a crush on Peter Pan when you were a kid
How’s it feel to like a character that 90% of the fandom doesn’t even know is a creepypasta?
Can I hear a “Ben is too much of a twink, so I became attracted to his goth twunk version instead.”
Zalgo
You want to be a prince/princess/royalty of some kind
You are a monster fucker and I cant explain enough how attracted to mouths you must be
You suffered through so many y/n fics that painted him as the bad guy, looking for a fic that would finally allow you to fuck him
Jeff
You absolutely read those y/n fics on quotev and wattpad and you were somehow smitten from the moment he cursed you out
You prolly have commitment issues or just emotional issues in general
You attempted an sfx version of his smile at least once. You cant lie to me
Jane
You are punk or you think punk is hot
You definitely have mommy issues
Tim
You have daddy issues
You tried smoking at some point because of this man, and if you decided you didn’t like it, you immediately moved on to try vaping
You probably like pink drinks from starbucks
Brian
Something something you like kidnapping tropes
In addition to that, you probably also like this man as a yandere
Dont even get me started on your mask kink, you cant deny it
Toby
You probably have adhd
You very likely believed his favorite food was waffles at some point, no matter how long you thought so
You like found family fics
Ben
You dont communicate very well at all
You like to call yourself a gamer. Wether or not that’s true is up for debate and I quite frankly don’t care enough to have said debate
You either despised the canon green hair picture of BEN that came out or you like it. There is no in between
E Jack
You would trust this man to patch your wounds and I can’t tell you enough how wrong you are for that
You have never tried to actually taste what kidneys are like, but growing up, you would answer those y/n quizzes as if you had eaten many organs in your short life
You, for some reason, think this man would smell good… and I’m sorry you think that
L Jack
I said this last time, but you fuck clowns
You like to say you don’t have a favorite candy, but if this man happened to give you something you didn’t like then you would be incredibly disgusted… but we both know you would eat it anyway
You don’t know if you prefer his monotone lack of color or if you think his rainbow self is nicer, but stripes… my guys, stripes just does it for ya, huh?
Helen Otis
You either are an art major or you make the mistake of over romanticizing the major by thinking it’s sexy
You can’t draw to save your life
Therapy sessions probably sound like a good date idea to you
The Puppeteer
You listened to Discord by Mandopony a lot when you were growing up
You have a bondage thing and refuse to admit it
You hate dolls because their creepy, but hell if you dont wanna be this mans “doll” for some reason
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neuroticboyfriend · 1 year
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i cant relate to people who had good relationships with english teachers. i was too schizophrenic too write or read and my teachers were awful about it.
i'd put so much effort into essays about books i could hardly read. i tried so hard to just organize my thoughts enough to write a few sentences. my heart sunk every time i saw my paper riddled with red - what i wrote didnt make sense, or i kept going off topic. i'd write notes at the end saying i tried my best and im sorry, and i got points off for that. they would call on me in class, knowing i didnt do the work needed to answer. it was humiliating.
instead of helping me, i got chastised in the hallway until i had a panic attack. i got pulled aside after class and told that i needed to apply myself more. they all refused accomodations because it wouldn't be fair to my classmates.
but DISABLED people are the ones being treated unfairly. we need accomodations to be able to function! our needs arent special, and our accomodations aren't unfair advantages. we deserve to be treated with dignity and respect! because without that? well. i ended up in the psych ward multiple times because the stress of existing made my psychosis so severe, i wanted to die. and then i got put into special education, a whole other monster.
anyway. inaccessibility kills. denying accomodations is neglect. it's abusive, and traumatizing. yet, people justify it. why?
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bonnvivre · 3 months
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A Funny Thing- Ch 22 word dump
shortening the title cus it’s a pain to write over and over, full title in the tags, link to chapter below cut (as if ppl other than the author themselves will look at this but hey)
very much a word dump i have no idea what’s going on below this cut it’s 4am im tired
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i read every single chapter out loud to myself- i like to pretend i’m an english teacher reading the assigned story of the quarter to their students and then i give an oscar worthy performance with the dialogue
ALSO GOSUKU TAG HAS BEEN ADDED FOLKS WOOOOOOOOOOOOO
yeah dr sato as you should lmao honestly i’d dedicate my entire work hours to these two mfs
“After all, she has a feeling their story is still far from over. Who knows what else may be lurking beneath the surface.” girl this is 16 yrs of LORE of course it’s not over 😭 they got BAGGAGE
4 yrs old, born 2007, we’re at 2011 now, gojo is around 22 yrs old (note for me)
OH RIGHT YUUJI WAS MANIFESTED THRU MAGIC LMAO OFC HE DOESNT HAVE DOCUMENTS
“Yuuji doesn’t have a last name.” A
oh my gkd giggling sukuna having beef w the cheater, got into indoor cycling just to best her love that for him 
also love chismosa ‘kuna, telling gojo abt the tea, kettle and all, even giving him a real time show 
“In a feat of superhuman strength-“ LMAO
god im cryimg are those full coherent sentences ??? OJ GODKM GONSN FCRUY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YUUJIIIIIIIIIII a hundred billions hours oh ur so silly
teehee their son, our son, such subtle changes in the writing but it says so much 🥹
AWHSGAFAHAGDIS I KNEW HE WAS GONNA GET THE ITADORI SURNAME IM SO HAPPY FOR WASUKE HE DESERVES HIS SURNAME TAKEN BY HIS GRANDSON OH THE JOY 
god im sorry i just bursted out laughing while i was reading i couldnt help but think of the memes WHAHSDJ dad i frew up 
damn he didn’t return the handshake that’s actually so crazy
YUUJI THROWS UP ON HIS DESK OH SHITTF AAAAAAAA DESERVED SCREW YOU PRINCIPAL IVE BEEN GIVING A SINISTER BRITISH ACCENT TO
i initially thought it was mainly about sukuna’s “tattoos” that the first two schools were wary about, but i forget that, to others, they’re a queer family and definitely back then, it still wasn’t socially accepted. not sure why it didn’t cross my mind, especially with a conservative country like japan, but i’m glad there’s some light to it as a part of the challenges they go through while navigating their relationship and their lives.
HELLO WE’RE NOT JUSY GONNA BRUSH OVER THE FACT THAT THERE WAS A SECOND TIME THEY KISSED WITHIN THOSE 4 YEARS WTF DID I FORGET THIS ???? (after chapter note: OK COOL I WASNT FORGETTING THINGS LMAO oh please i gotta see what this infamous incident may be pleaseeeeeeee)
oooooooh the romance is really slow cooking goodness my favorite om nom nomnomnom
ohhhhhh my heart….what are you doing to me, weiserr……wholesome cute family moment…….my cause of death indeed
AWWWW AN ADMINISTRATIVE BODY THAT ACTUALLY CARES FOR THEIR STUDENTS’S WELL BEINGS LETS GOOOOOOO
after chapter thoughts:
MY MOM HAS A PELOTON BIKE TOO AHAHAHAHA LOVE MORE OF ‘KUNA IN HIS MOM ERA
imagine if they came across toji dropping off megumi at school or smth (yknow if mamaguro is still alive and their lives are good), i cant even imagine the animosity gojo and sukuna would have towards him
“heyyyy guys sorry i tried to kill you and your son back then crazy times huh”
his new friend is junpei bet (watch me be wrong)
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You are bad
By Kurokawa You are bad is the name of the book. It contains 2 Seri Rei stories. This is one of them. 
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-2- Reigen thinking: Serizawa didn’t come in today. -3- I thought it was going to be okay, but I guess it’s not enough. 
-4- Sigh, the umbrella that gave him comfort was broken. The mentor that he so depended on is nowhere to be found, and the organization has disbanded. On top of it all, he’s still living at home.
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-1- Ekubo: Are you sure that’s okay? I’ve seen upclose what he’s able to do. He’s powers are impressive but the extent to which he depends on that umbrella is such that he loses control the second he loses it.  -2- ........... -3- I’m going to go meet him -4- Oh my! -5- Words on Reigen’s face: Professional Smile Reigen: Pardon me, is your son home?
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-1- Reigen: I apologize for the unannounced visit. My name is Reigen Arataka. I am Serizawa’s manager. -Ah yes, this is my real hair color. I am half japanese- We determine that today would be his official start as a staff member, however, he did not report to work today. Due to our understanding of his previous work situation, we were worried about him.  -2- Reigen: I surmise that the way his previous employment situation concluded was likely traumatizing.  Seri’s mom: oh my -3- Seri’s mom: It’s true. That Katsuya, he came home and shut himself in his room again.  Please come in Reigen thinks: Just as I thought
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Reigen: I thought his would be a significant improvement over his last work situation. But it’s understandable that he’d choose to isolate himself again out of depression and guilt.  Seri’s mom: Is that so? Reigen thinks: He needs some way of feeling secure.... it’s a tricky one. Seri’s mom: Katsuya, Mr. Reigen is here. Can we come in? 
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Seri: M...Mr Reigen?  I...I cant see you like this.  Reigen: What is it? Are you feeling ill? Seri: I’m Sorry! I’m Sorry!
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-1- Reigen: Just apologizing is not going to solve this problem, so I’m going to ask you, what your reasons are.  Seri: um... I that... Reigen: Okay, I’m going to need to hear your reasoning.  Seri: Well that is....um.... (Reigen is keeping his smile one but it’s clear he’s pissed) Reigen: Your reasons please... -2- Seri: I.... I wanted to go... but...but I can see them looking at me... when there’s alot of people around... and I dont have my umbrella to shield myself.... I get really anxious.  I got to the door of the house and then.... I guess I just stopped.... and then it was already time to start work.... and then...  there wasnt.... I just couldnt... But... no, no... I mean... these are probably not valid reasons.... and....
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Reigen: Then... would it be okay if we went together? Seri: Um... Reigen: You are overwhelmed by fear when you go outside with out an object to hold on to correct? In theory, we can definitely search for another suitable item for you...But lacking that option right now, you need to make the effort to push your comfort zone and come out. So then... If I was accompanied you, then could consider trying it? 
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Seri: But.... but... If I relied on my boss again... would I not be repeating the same mistakes?  I’ll just lapse into dependency again. 
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Reigen: Which is exactly why you shouldnt just blindly accept what others say, right? There isnt anything that will take the place of your umbrella right? Then in that case, it’s up to you to push past your mindset.
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Seri: My...my mindset?  Reigen: That’s right! And your first task is to leave that dark room and come to the work place. Lets start there!
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-1- Reigen: You save my life. It shouldnt be too hard to call upon that courage again right? I’ll wait for you downstairs.  -2- Seri’s mom: He seems like a good man. Seri: um...hey -3- Seri: Mom, my suit.....
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-1- Reigen: Huh.. that was fast, good work! Seri:...ah yes -2- Seri: eh? -3- Seri: ..but that.... Reigen: Ah... no, no
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Reigen: It’s raining today. It’ll keep you dry.
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Seri: It’s fine, I’ll take my own.  Reigen: Ah, you’re right. good call....
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Reigen:...select one that better fits your height
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Reigen: Is that one a little small for you? Seri: This one was given to me before I became a shut in, it seemed so large at the time. I liked it alot. 
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Seri: I guess this is the most I can do now. I’ll use this one for a bit, then I can buy one that fits me better.  (I like how this is a underlying convo about the bounds of his comfort zone folded into this convo regarding this umbrella.)
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Reigen: Is that so? Keep going, you’re doing great. 
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prettypinklass · 1 month
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I for one, would really like to hear about the Awakening X P3, so fire away cause I am intrigued.
Also don't feel bad about being crazy about it, I have been crazy for 3 different Persona AU's which I am actively writing fics for, some even as far back as July from 2022. I am insane with you there, especially when concerning the multiple ones with only P3 as the base.
IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED
This is the fic if you want to read it its not finished yet but yk. Putting thoughts under a cut because this might be a long one
The premise here is that I replaced Robin with Minato. Thats it thats the fic. Or it was.
Because now I have a whole list of social links with the Shepherds and other characters from awakening that I brainstormed with my friends. And Ryoji is there but only to Minato as Thanatos. And exploring Minato with amnesia, relearning the lessons he took from P3 and applying them with his new friends in the Shepherds, is really fun actually.
I dont. Have plans to explore every social link actually. I do NOT have enough patience for that. But I *am* writing out the social links for the Shepherds as a whole (the Fool), Lucina (the Hanged Man), and Emmeryn (the Star). Possibly Chrom as well im not sure
Anyway it includes ryomina, a lethal dose of headcanons, and the arisato/shirogane family au that ive recently been obsessed with thanks to another friend. stay tuned for marth jokes when tiki joins the cast because blue haired swordsman voiced by yuri lowenthal. I know he was recast in reload but please let me be funny just this once.
im not spoiling more arcana links but expect Minato and Vaike to be idiot best friends (I LOVE vaike hes so fucking funny) and some awakening kids shenanigans. and poor Frederick having to put up with the fact that Chrom found an amnesiac teenager lying on the ground and appointed him tactician after one(1) fight and discovering said teenager can spawn demons.
also minato and emmeryn parallels that i cannot wait to explore further
im so excited about this fic you dont even know. sorry robin out of the way im replacing you with minato and fucking sprinting with it.
Theres going to be. Definite changes later in the storyline (grima cant exist without robin, afterall, and awakening needs a big bad evil guy) but right now its just. Retelling awakening through the eyes of an amnesiac minato who is Very tired and Very confused
Awakening is my second favourite fire emblem game and persona 3 is my all time favourite persona game. i mash them together and get a wonderful mess to clean up
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