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lightbarebunnies · 7 months

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summary: the kind of gift(s) you receive from your special someone at Ensemble Square! tags: established relationship, fluff, slightly suggestive at some points, gn!reader - you/your pronouns characters: the main cast, teachers, and anzu! a/n: I wanted to post something for Valentines, so here's a little headcanon sort of thing! If a character's name is in bold+italics that means I just think that's something they'd definitely do. I see other people do it with these types of post so why not :)

Something to Eat

(Purchased) Chocolates

It’s a classic, right? You’re their valentine, so you’re definitely getting Valentine's Day chocolate - there will be no objections! It’s something they picked out with your tastes in mind, even if you’re not the biggest sweets fan, they want to participate in the holiday festivities with you!

Something Homemade

Chocolate, cookies, maybe even a cake… or are sweets not your thing? No matter what your tastes are, they wanted to make you something with their own hands! While it might not be as tasty as something bought at the store, they wanted you to taste all the love and effort they wanted to put into this little gift for you!

Something to Wear

Purchased Jewelry/Clothing

It had caught their eye in the store window one day… and that night, they just couldn’t get it out of their mind. The way the piece would compliment your skin… it was meant to be yours. So they purchased it, made sure to wrap the box with care, so that you knew exactly how much thought went into this gift. The price doesn’t matter - you’re worth whatever it cost, and then some.

Handmade Jewelry/Clothes

It could be a little Kandi Bracelet with beads that match your favorite colors, a knit hat to keep you warm for the rest of the winter, or maybe even an ornate pendant with a tumbled stone picked to specifically match your eyes. No matter what, it was made both with love and you specifically in mind. The joy of gift giving comes from the idea that you’ve gotten a piece of art that exists for no one but you - a little sign of just what you make them feel.

A Charm

Maybe it’s a bit cheesy, but this isn’t an unexpected gift. You had gotten the initial charm bracelet from them early on in your relationship - each new addition for a milestone or special memory that the two of you have shared. It doesn’t matter if you wear it… the bracelet is like a little memorial to your relationship, a timeline of how the two of you have intertwined together.

A Piece from Their Own Closet

Is this a lazy, last minutes gift? Oh no, it’s anything but. There’s a sort of satisfaction from seeing you wear something that belonged to them. Maybe they’re a tad possessive, maybe they want you to know that you’re as much a part of their life that they view their own belongings as yours… All they know is that when they see that piece on you, it makes their heart beat a bit faster.

A Plushie

Purchased

You can’t deny how cute it is… Whenever you’re feeling lonely, be sure to snuggle with your new friend - and imagine your beloved is there with you! Either one of your favorite animals, their pet name for you, or maybe one of your favorite fictional characters… I mean, who wouldn’t love a nui of their oshi, after all?

Won from a Crane Game

It may not be as perfectly tailored to you as something they went out to buy, but… they worked really hard to get you this gift! Taking you out to the arcade, proudly announcing that they won’t stop until that plush is in your arms, where it belongs… plus, you get the fun memory of your little arcade date as a bonus!

Handmade

Even if it won't be the same quality as the commercial stuff, it's just as sweet! They even included a little embroidery with your initials, so that there's no mistaking that this plush is yours. Every stitch was filled with the love they feel for you - resulting in a plushie that there will never be another one of.

An Experience

A Shopping Trip

Giving a gift can be hard… and they’re the type who wants to give you something you’ll 100% want and use… so- they’re taking you out! Maybe it’s to buy an outfit that you get to pick out, or just a whole date where they’re spoiling you with everything you wind up being interested in… either way, they’re going out with you to buy you your gift this year.

A Special Dinner

The way to someone’s heart is through their stomach… but why stop at chocolates? Either at your favorite restaurant, the most exclusive place in town, or a personal and private home cooked meal between the two of you… They’re the type who wants to give you something special, a memory to look back on even after Valentine’s Day is over, and maybe the start of a tradition for the two of you.

A Couple's Class

You're going to try something new together! It could be learning to cook a brand-new dish together, making some sort of pottery, or maybe painting something. Not only do the two of you get to experience something special, but you get to take something with you to remember the special day by.

A Trip to Somewhere Special

From the Art Gallery to the Amusement Park, you're going to be going on a special date at a place that the two of you will love. Looking at jellyfish at the Aquarium, attending the symphony, petting bunnies at the Zoo's petting zoo, or checking out the brand new archeological exhibit at the Museum… no matter what it is, it’s something to make your eyes light up and so they can see that perfect smile of yours.

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twistedbunni · 1 year

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Mind Show pt. 2

Buggy x telekentic!reader

A/N: Here's the smutty part 2, took me a little longer cause I had to figure out how I wanted it to play out. Again excuse any mistakes as I'm once again too lazy to reread/proof it.

Enjoy!

Once the pair of you had made it back to Buggy's ship, taking in the view of his crew destroying the town as you'd strolled, he quickly and eagerly led you to his Captain's chambers.

Instantly after you'd entered his room he stopped holding back the urge he had to pounce on you like an animal in heat, kissing you with as much passion as he could and letting his hands roam you. Clearly he wasn't lying when he mentioned that you killing that guy with a mere card had done something to him.

It was a little scary to think that you killing someone turned Buggy on, but you honestly couldn't blame him considering you always enjoyed the thrill of seeing such unflashy people exit this world by your own willful powers. The crazy look in his eye is what instantly drew you to want to ride this clown as if he was the pole and you were the pony on this wild carousel of desire.

His hands were caressing your clothed body in ways that were slowly driving you mad. You were a performer, you couldn't let yourself break this character you've set up for yourself, you had to show him what you could really do and impress this one man audience.

"Captain~ why don't you have a seat? Let me give you a real show I'm sure you'll enjoy." You gently pushed him away, towards his bed.

"oh a private show just for me? I'm honored babe." He sat on the edge of his bed, a prideful smirk on his face and lust in his eyes that served as your spotlights for this little show.

You stood a small distance Infront of him, sliding your hands over your body slowly in a way the captain was finding quite seductive. After a minute your hands halted right over your chest, a smirk growing on your face as the buttons of your shirt started to undo themselves, along with your pants. Your shirt slid down your shoulders but thanks to your hands still resting on your chest, the fabric of your upper torso remained covering the bits of flesh you knew the clown was eager to see.

Teasing him a little you let the shirt slide down a little more but not giving him a view of anything too 'juicy' so to speak. You turned away from him, looking back over your shoulder to look at him, finally you removed the rest of the clothing covering your upper half, and your pants as well with the help of your magic.

All the clown could see was your bare back and ass now, and boy was he fighting hard to keep himself from jumping up to spin you around and see you in your full naked splendor.

"I notice your not wearing underwear sweetheart why?" His his were glued to your butt, scanning for any string of a possible thong or something else since the only fabric that came off your lower half was your pants.

"Oh, no!" You feigned surprise. "I was sure I had some on earlier. Well maybe check under that hat of yours sir."

Raising an eyebrow at you, he did exactly that. Removing his hat he found a pair of stripped laced underwear tucked inside his hat. When had you done that though? He didn't see you slide them in there and you'd physically only touched his hat once earlier when you gave it back, and used your telekinesis when you had initially taken it.

"How did- When did-?" He started to question, amazed by the trick.

"A magician never reveals the secrets of their tricks." You winked as you turned to gave him fully, letting him see your form in all it's glory. "But I can reveal my body to you~"

You could practically feel his gaze sliding over you, as he studied each and every detail of your body. Disembodied hands moving to caress your form once more like they had earlier. Once they'd seemingly mapped your form enough they came to rest on your hips, lightly tugging you towards him urging take a few steps closer.

"God your body is as mesmerizing as your magic." He pulled you into his lap, making quick work to start marking every inch of your skin as he could.

"it's quite unfair for you to be fully dressed still while I'm sat bare on you." You teased him, using your powers to strip him of his coat, best, and bandana in a mere instant before he'd even had time to give any form of response to you.

"I can already tell I'm gonna enjoy you doing that everytime." His voiced cooed out between the kisses he was currently planting along your neck.

At this point you'd begun to grind on his still clothed crotch, the feeling of needing him in you was growing extremely fast. "Buggy now that I've shown you mine performance, won't you show me yours?"

Getting the hint of what you meant, he slid you off his lap, standing to remove his remaining clothes himself. Afterwards he instructed you to lie on your stomach legs spread apart slightly, he grabbed what little bit of lube he had, using it to slick his member up, positioning himself at your entrance.

"Hope your ready because we're jumping to the main event." His form now seemed to trap you below him on the mattress as he slid himself into you.

Buggy gave a few slow experimental thrusts to get you both accustomed to the feel of each other, before setting a quicker pace of his hips. It was blissful, he wasn't absolutely wrecking you but also wasn't going aggravating slow either, he'd somehow found a good pace that was perfectly pulling moans out of your throat without much effort.

His crazed demeanor that had drawn you to him back in the pub had faded away, instead he'd become more like a lover you'd known for years, whispering sweet praises into your ears as he moved inside of you tenderly. Sure you would have been fine with this complete stranger completely rearranging your guts till you couldn't walk, but this sweet side of him was also a welcomed changed.

"God you feel amazing" His breath was warm against your ear. "I'm glad youre joining my crew because id honestly have to kidnap you if you weren't." He planted a few kisses to your shoulder.

"Of course sir, I've already decided to be all yours after tonight." You'd heard a satisfied groan come from him.

"Damn, just thinking about that is pulling me closer to the edge. Cum with me sweetheart." His pace picked up, one of his hands snaking it's way around your front to stimulate you and bring you to your peak quicker.

"Buggy~" you mewled so close to that peak of pleasure, and as soon as he'd given you a 'thats it baby' you were flying over that edge with him following along with you.

The pair of you were left panting messes, tangling your limbs back up together after you'd briefly separated yourselves, the two of you now laid together, curling up in the captains bed. You were taking in the warmth of each other as your hearts started to calm down and beat as one.

"Well I guess you could say that magic brought us together in this moment." You joked, enjoying this afterglow with him.

He laughed at your comment, relaxing that you were right considering your magic show is what brought his attention to you. "Yea, you're not wrong bout that."

With that the two of you spent the rest of the evening curled up together, listening to the distant sounds of the crew wreaking havoc and the sea softly crashing against the boat, till the pair of you fell asleep.

#live action buggy the clown #op buggy #buggy the clown #buggy x reader

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robinsno1lesbian · 1 year

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 - 𝐑.𝐁. & 𝐍.𝐖.

you had a speech, you're speechless love slipped beyond your reaches and I couldn't give a reason

nancy wheeler x robin buckley

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: years after what happened in hawkins, nancy and robin meet again and things take a different turn from what they'd expected

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4663

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), porn with plot & feelings lmao, mild angst, implied cheating, mention of alcohol, vaginal fingering, oral sex (as always let me know if i missed anything!)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 1 year of ronance?? one thing: i wrote this on ao3 at first but when i was about to post it, they messed up the entire format. i sort of fixed it (took HOURS) but it might still look a bit odd?? idk just ignore that part i'm too lazy to fix it right now, it's almost midnight lmao! <3

when robin first saw her standing in the doorway, her heart dropped. not because she wasn't happy to see her because, god she was, but because it felt like seeing a ghost. a person from her past she would've never expected. especially not now, in the middle of a rainy july night she had planned on spending all alone on her couch.

nancy wheeler doesn't look like a ghost though, she looks so very real. her hair has grown much longer than robin has ever seen it and her face has changed too. she seems so much older but in all the right ways. in the ways, robin knows from whenever she looks in the mirror herself. they aren't kids anymore though that's just about how long it must have been since she last saw her.

she is dripping, summer rain drenching her clothes and soaking her hair. she's got her arms wrapped around herself, light blue eyes widened in surprise as if she wasn't expecting robin to actually open the door. strange, robin thinks, considering that she quite literally came to her apartment. but any of this, any thoughts and doubts vanish the second nancy speaks. it's just one word, but hearing the sound of her voice again is enough for her to feel an odd sense of comfort.

"robin-" she says, her facial expression something robin can't wrap her head around. she has half a smile on her lips and yet her eyes betray her. they're somehow scared as if she fears robin would send her away again. they hold a bit of surprise too that probably comes from the fact that this is her first time seeing robin too.

and just like that she stands there, in the hallway of robin's house, leaving a trail of waterdrops behind and smiling in a way that immediately captures the other woman's heart, even after years that have passed. as if she was never truly gone.

"nance..." robin mumbles, her raspy voice cracking when the nickname falls from her lips. "what- god what are you going here? i mean- i- god" she shakes head and steps all the way out of her apartment and into nancy's space. she can't even help herself but wrap her arms around the other girl's body and pull her into a hug. she can hear her gasps and loosens her hug for just a second, afraid that she has made a mistake, but nancy holds her in place and returns the hug with a soft "oh".

she can feel her wet clothes soaking the fabric of her own but she doesn't care. she doesn't care about anything but the fact that nancy is here, with her.

"oh my god" she mumbles and leans back, palms still holding her by the shoulders to look at her from up close "oh my god".

nancy chuckles, her smile spreading across her whole face. she seems relieved.

"you should-" she turns around to give a quick glance into her apartment. thank god she chose to clean up earlier. "you should come inside" ──────────────────

robin's couch bounces slightly under their weight as both women drop down onto it: nancy wearing a skirt and blouse that haven't gotten as wet due to her coat and robin with a bottle of wine and two glasses that she fills up for them.

she isn't sure when or why she has gotten this bottle, considering that she was never really a wine type of woman. but this seems like the right occasion or a least she hopes so.

it's not like she never really knew much about that either. she feels unusually exposed like this, well aware of nancy's eyes on her as she hands her the glass.

"so.." robin finally finds her voice "what brings you here?"

nancy takes a sip from her glass before she answers and robin's eyes immediately fall upon her jaw and the way it moves as she swallows the liquid. she drags her eyes away from it when nancy puts the glass down.

"steve gave me the address" she begins. "i was in town and...i didn't know where else to go"

"hold on" robin furrows her brows. "why are you in town?"

nancy inhales slowly. "i mean...i wanted to see you...i think...i- i kept thinking about you and i didn't have anything else to do"

robin wants to be surprised, wants to ask a million questions but how could she when nancy said that she wanted to see her ? that she kept thinking about her ? these words have her heart racing in her chest in excitement. the kind of excitement that reminds her of her youth and of all the times she had spent loving nancy. from afar at first and then from up close too, though no one ever knew about that.

it was their little secret, the one thing they had and shared in times when everything else had been ripped from them.

it was not what they should have done, robin knows that and she knows nancy knows too. it was tragic and heartbreaking and yet it was beautiful for as long as it lasted. and then, from one day to the other, it had all been gone.

"how long has it been?" nancy asks and tilts her head.

she looks beautiful like this, robin thinks, with her knees drawn to her body while she has an arm propped up up the armrest. she looks older, too; her hair has grown longer and her eyes seem to be less...tired? or exhausted, maybe?

either way, robin knows what must've caused this; the sleepless nights that followed the events of 1986 had left a mark on all of them. that seems to be gone now, though. or at least a lot less present.

robin wonders if nancy still falls asleep to the sound of jonathan's breathing. if they're still as strong as they were at 18. but she can't bring herself to ask that. she can't bare to hear the truth about the nights they had spent together back then.

although she can imagine it perfectly fine: "we were children robin" nancy would say, nipping on her glass of wine occasionally. "we didn't know what we were doing. it meant nothing". only the voice of imaginary nancy in her head makes her heart drop. it didn't mean nothing to her. of course not.

but nancy had jonathan, chose jonathan. even after the nights they had spent nuzzled up against one another beneath the weight of the blanket, telling stories about the things they would do once all of this would be over.

years have passed ever since. years of occasional calls, questions about life but always avoiding those topics. years of telling each other they would meet again soon and somehow they never did. robin wonders what changed.

"i'm not sure i want to know, actually" robin chuckles. "too long, that's for sure" "yeah" nancy nods, her gaze lingering on the coffee table absentmindedly for a split second. "too long"

she turns the wine glass in her hands before she finally speaks: "so, robin buckley" her head turns to look at her, her deep blue eyes sending shivers down robin's spine.

"how have you been here?"

"oh you know-" robin shrugs. "getting around...i have a pretty solid job, an apartment i like..."

"is-" nancy cuts herself off for a second, as if she's reconsidering her words, before she does speak "is there anyone?"

"oh" she blushes slightly, praying that it is dark enough to conceal the soft shade of red of her cheeks. "no...i mean, i guess there have been women but...it never felt right"

never felt right with anyone but you, is what robin means to say. she wants to scream it, at the top of her lungs, like she should've done when nancy left hawkins. maybe if she would've done so, things would be different now.

"what about you?" she asks instead, chewing the insides of her cheeks nervously.

the sight of this makes nancy chuckle to herself; years have gone by and this is still robin. all grown up now, long curls held out of her face with a hair claw so that her freckled skin is on full display. but it's still her: the tall girl who reached for her hand in the upside down, who held her when no one else did, who put bandages to the wound that have scarred now but are still a permanent reminder of who they are. who had always been so unapologetically herself.

"it's...difficult" she answers, drowning the last bits of wine in one gulp to give her the strength to go on. "jonathan and i we- well we were engaged as you know-"

the words are enough for her to internally flinch. she does know. she remembers the day she got the letter, inviting her to their 'engagement party' in big, loopy letters. it all seemed so final then. not like it hadn't already felt final before, but this seemed to be it.

"yeah" she nods.

"but that kind of...didn't work as we had planned" nancy looks down at her hands, at the spot where the engagement ring used to sit -tying her to a person whom she could never love the way he deserved it.

robin's gaze follows her, eyes widening slightly when she finds the spot empty. "what happened?"

"i don't think our visions of a future matched the way we thought they would. he had all those dreams and...i knew i couldn't give him that"

she nods along to her words softly.

"when did you...?"

"it's been a little while" nancy explains and puts the glass on the coffee table. "it's fine we don't- let's not talk about him right now okay?"

she knows robin deserves the truth. probably the most out of all people. but nancy is also well aware that this truth, her truth, could ruin them more than life already has. and she isn't ready to lose robin.

"of course, of course" robin agrees. "whatever you prefer it's just..."

she reaches out softly and ever so slowly until her hand reaches nancy's. their fingers link in an instant and for a split second, they're in the upside down again, darkness all around while creatures of terror are screeching in the distance. they're both 18 once more, secretly head over heels for the other while knowing they could not be.

just like all these years ago, skin meets skin and all the worries in this world become white noise to their feelings.

nancy blinks and her eyes find robin's. they're 26 again, in a beautiful apartment that is more robin than anything imaginable. times have changed, they have too.

"you got this" she whispers, just like nancy once did. "and even if you don't, i got you"

a soft smile creeps upon her features, softening the sharp edges of her face that she never grew out of. robin is happy she didn't. she has always been the most beautiful woman robin has ever laid her eyes on and yet mid-20s look good on nancy, probably even better than 18.

"maybe i should have stayed" nancy mumbles. "robin did i...did i make the wrong choice?"

she clears her throat, slightly taken aback by the answer. her younger-self would have yelled now. she would have yelled and screamed and cried about how she did make the wrong choice and how she broke her heart by leaving.

but she has grown.

nancy hadn't been ready, unlike herself. it had been unfair, but that's the way it was then. robin had sworn herself she wouldn't waste her time waiting for a woman that had chosen her own way.

now she knows that she has waited all along.

"you didn't, you- you weren't ready nancy" she explains. "this couldn't have worked like this"

nancy tilts her head and gives her a look that tells her just how thankful she is. she also leans in a lot closer than she did before. but maybe robin is imagining that part.

"is there still time...?" she breathes. oh she's definitely not imagining that. she can feel nancy's breath on her face. "can i- god, please let me fix this"

and then she closes the little distance that is left between them.

her lips feel softer than they did back then. she must've dropped the anxious habit of chewing on them. but robin doesn't care about that right now, and pushes the thought away for another time.because nancy, her nancy, is kissing her again.

it's been years of longing for the taste of those lips and yet robin remembers. robin remembers everything.

they still feel like flying on clouds and taste like the summer of '86. their mouths meet softly at first, testing long-forgotten waters. they're a long series of pressing carefully and giving in for the silent plead. that's until nancy's part slightly and robin can't help but follow suit immediately.

nancy allows robin to take control over the kiss, unlike she had done back when they first kiss.

the sensation of tongues sliding against each other has her head spinning too much to remain in control over anything.

robin wastes no time in pulling them up, her lips never leaving nancy's as they move through the apartment in a haze.

"h-how do you- i mean- is this-" robin curses herself for this damn rambling that comes up at the most inconvenient of all times. the other woman doesn't mind though. she just smiles.

"your bedroom, robin" she whispers.

"oh, yeah...yeah right" robin says, biting her lip.

that same smile is still plastered over nancy's face when she mumbles a sweet invitation of "come here" and wraps her arms around her again.

they stumble down the hallway of the apartment, occasionally walking against corners and walls without breaking their kiss. there is a trail of clothing following them on the wooden floor, a sweater, a blouse, and a tank top lining up until where they're standing. nancy chuckles against her lips as the taller woman struggles to find the doorknob behind her, all while she is getting pressed against it by her. once she figures it out, robin wastes no time in pulling nancy inside. suddenly very self-conscious, she stands in front of her, finally allowing robin to take in the beautiful sight in front of her.

she is standing right in front of robin the woman who she loved all these years ago. who she still loves, if she's being honest. but this is probably not the time for this conversation, nancy decides. not when she's wearing nothing but a lacy bra and her jeans still, just waiting for robin to undress her.

"you're- you're so beautiful, nancy" robin whispers, her eyes glued to her body. there's no shame in her shameless gaping. for the first time, she can actually do so without feeling utterly ashamed. and she's making some good use of that. blush creeps up her chest and robin's lips curl into a smile.

"you're beautiful too" nancy returns and steps into her space. robin is wearing a rather decent, black bra, but god it looks good. she reaches out, her palm meeting robin's upper arm just beneath her shoulder. neither of them speaks, heavy breathing the only proper noise they can manage as she runs her hand upwards softly. over the outstanding collarbones, the hundreds of freckles she has counted more times than she cares to admit, over the soft flesh of her pulse point, until her fingers wrap around the back of her neck.

robin has moved her hands down to settle on nancy's waist and, just like that, she pulls her in. they lean in slowly, slower than they've ever done it before. seizing every second they can get of this.

it is nancy who eventually closes the distance by pulling robin towards her with her hand on her neck.

their moths meet parted, hot breaths past each other's lips while they press their foreheads together.

"i want you" nancy mumbles and is rewarded by robin's mouth pressing against hers. their tongues slide together within seconds. they move together softly at first, taking their time to explore each other's mouths. but when robin sucks nancy's bottom lip into her mouth and nancy audibly gasps at the feeling, the last bits of remaining ice is broken.

this is also all it takes for the kisses to reach new heights, hands roaming freely while they're still hooked to the other's lips. eventually, though, robin breaks the kiss. nancy is about to complain, at least that's until robin's lips attach to her neck and her parted lips -prepared to let out a complaint- open wider to let out a sinful gasp, followed by "oh Robin".

her mouth is doing some absolute magic work on her neck that has her legs shaking and leaves her with no other choice but to hold on to the back of her head and pray that she won't stop anytime soon. robin isn't planning on stopping, of course. this, the feeling of nancy's fingers curling up in her hair, her racing pulse beneath her lips, her soft moans like fuel to the fire that's burning within her, it's all so much. it's pure bliss. it's not nearly enough.

as her tongue licks a long stripe up nancy's neck, her fingers find her nipples through the thin lace of her bra. nancy mumbles some incoherent words of how she needs it off of her but robin gets the hint and reaches around her body, unclasps it with surprising ease that has nancy wondering just how many women robin has been with since her, and let's gravity do the rest of the work as it drops to the floor.

nancy's eyes meet hers and she feels almost shy now, with robin still in her underwear while she has been stripped out of her own. that can be changed though, she realizes, and steps forward to get robin into an equal state of undressing.

robin chuckles to see how eager nancy seems to be to ger her naked but doesn't mind one bit. she guides the other woman to the bed, where she sits down on the edge of the mattress before pulling nancy onto her lap.

her fingers run over her cheeks, cupping her face in her soft hands while she looks down at her through the dim light.

"i missed this" she whispers quietly, so quietly robin isn't even sure she was supposed to hear it. her voice is layered with so many emotions but nancy wheeler is not gonna get emotional about sex. yet the image of robin is enough for her to start crying if she just focused on that for long enough. "i missed you".

"i missed you too, nance" robin replies. her voice is as raspy as it ever was, like music to nancy's ears.

"please touch me!"

and so she does. she brings her lips to her chest and kisses all over her skin. nancy leans her head back immediately, her eyes fluttering shut at the heavenly sensation of finally having her mouth on her body again. she still has a hand behind her head and guides her softly, giving her a suggestive tug of her hair, closer to her hardened nipples. robin understands within seconds and wraps her lips around them before sucking softly. her eyes meet nancy's as she does so and she is delighted to see that nancy's lips have parted and she is panting at the new feeling.

"oh god...yes!"

her lips begin trailing further downward after a bit more of this, further and further, as far as their current position allows it. at the same time, she has both of her palms on nancy's back to hold her close.

"beautiful" she whispers. "so beautiful...so pretty..."

then, when nancy least expects it, she spins them around so that she has her laying beneath herself. nancy lets out a noise of surprise that turns into sweet laughter once she realizes what robin is up to.

she watches her with curious eyes as the other woman props herself up over her with both of her arms. it gives her just the right amount of space between their bodies to wrap her arms around her body and, with a questioning tilt of her head that robin confirms with a nod, take off her bra too. once she has loosened it, she allows the fabric to slide down her body.

her fingers dance over robin's ribcage faintly, feeling the swell of scars that she carries from the battle in hawkins still. she hopes that each line of her fingerprints might help them heal.

robin's breathing is labored when nancy's hands find her breasts and she gives them both a gentle, careful squeeze.

"holy shit nance-" her voice is richly layered with want for the girl beneath her and carries little cracks with it that shoot right down to nancy's center.

she leans down again, kissing her already swollen lips. she would probably allow nancy to play with her tits for hours -maybe one day she will actually ask her to do so, assuming that this is more than a one-time thing- but she wants her, needs her. nancy sucks on her tongue and robin groans audibly, a noise from deep inside her throat. finally, her lips move downwards again, except that this time their position is not an obstacle for that. she kisses her way down, until she is laying between nancy's legs, her fingers hooked around the waistband of her skirt. she lookes up at her and mumbles "can i?"

"please" nancy nods. "please"

robin pulls down both her underwear and the skirt and brings it all the way down her long legs before throwing it over her shoulder absentmindedly. she keeps looking right into nancy's eyes though, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by gaping at her pussy. nancy wouldn't mind though, if anything, she would greatly appreciate it if robin finally gave her the attention she wants.

she spreads her legs even wider and finally, robin's eyes wander lower. she visibly licks her lips and inhales sharply at the sight in front of her:

nancy is wet. she's so wet and wanting for her.

she fights back the internal urge to press her thighs together, because that would mean robin would probably lean back and that is the last thing she wants. instead, she grabs the back of her head and bucks her hips upwards. robin gets the hint and lets it happen, lets her pull her face into her. she puts her hands to her inner thighs and holds her open as she licks a broad, long stripe through her with the flat of her tongue, before circling her clit with the tip of it.

it seems as if she hasn't forgotten a thing after all this time, as if she still remembers all the spots that have nancy seeing stars. she wraps her lips around her clit after some more licks and sucks gently, immediately earning an arch of nancy's back and a broken moan of her name in response.

she keeps teasing around her clit with her tongue and then occasionally dips down to gather more of her arousal on her tongue to bring it up.

"fuck nancy" she breathes, voice all hoarse. "you taste so fucking good"

nancy only tries to pull robin closer at that. she feels so hungry right now. she wants more, she needs more. nancy doubts she has ever felt this way before. not with Jonathan, definitely not with steve back then. and even the nights she has spent with robin...nothing could compare to what this feels like. back then they had to rush things, had to keep it quiet, had to love each other in utter silence. now she can love her freely, she can let robin love her freely. for the first time she doesn't have the weight of shame on her shoulders.

robin is still sweeping her tongue through her, but she does it slowly. firm and with purpose, but it is obvious that she wants to take her time with this. just like nancy does.

"oh robin..." nancy's eyes have fallen shut, which gives her no warning when robin begins toying a singular finger to her entrance. her eyes fly open at that but before she has time to fully comprehend it, she pushes it inside and she cries out loud. the noise has robin clenching around nothing between her own legs because she can head just how good nancy is feeling because of her.

she pumps it into her a couple of times, attentively watching what nancy seems to like before the woman above her lets out a whiny "more please" and she adds a second one to it. the pushes it into her slowly but nancy takes it all, moaning as she stretches her further.

"oh- oh my god robin- right there fuck" she moans.

robin wastes no time in getting her mouth back on her and syncing the licks of her tongue over her clit with the thrusts of her fingers. "you're so pretty like this" she mumbles against her and the vibration of her voice goes right into nancy's aching cunt. after a couple of minutes of this, of slow thrusts and licking, she starts picking up her pace. she can feel nancy growing slightly impatient; hips rolling with each curl of her fingers and fingernails scratching her scalp in a desperate attempt to have her closer.

she gets a reaction out of her immediately. the volume of her moans increases and she can feel her legs shaking around her head.

"robin- shit robin- i'm- i'm close" nancy gasps, her back arching off the mattress while she rocks her hips forward in quick motions, chasing her orgasm. "please- please robin please"

"shh" robin hushes her and puts a palm to her stomach to ground her back down onto the bed. "don't worry nance, i told you i got you"

and with that, she picks up her pace again, much quicker this time. high pitched moans echo through the room as nancy grabs for robin's other hand that is still sitting on her thigh and holds onto it for dear life as she comes. robin fucks her through it, and allows her to ride her orgasm out on her tongue; she just lays it flatly against her, and nancy does the rest of it.

nancy's moans are louder than she has ever heard them. she sounds so fucking pretty, robin thinks to herself.

eventually, nancy's orgasm has washed over her and she comes down from her height. she is panting, her chest rising and falling while her eyes are still closed and she is leaning back.

"holy shit" she breathes and chuckles, the aftershocks still rippling through her limbs.

"yeah..." robin mumbles, chin and fingers covered in nancy's cum. "holy shit"

"god" nancy opens her arms. she sounds still breathless but her gaze settles firmly on robin. "come here please"

that's all the woman needs to hear. she slowly withdraws her fingers from her, still careful not to accidentally overstimulate her right now. once she has pulled all the way out, she crawls up her body and nancy wraps her arms around her to hold her especially close. she kisses all over her, every part of her head she can reach: her hair, her forehead, her cheeks, her nose. "thank you" she manages in between kisses. "oh thank you robin..."

robin just smiles, allows her to hold onto her as she recovers from her orgasm.

she's not sure what this means yet, not sure what will happen once they finish whatever this is. she knows she wants nancy to stay. not just for the night but for much longer. she knows that letting her go again would be too much for her to bare after she has lost her once before.

so she holds her just a tiny bit closer to her own body, strokes just a little bit more of her skin she can reach, and whispers sweet nothings to her to steady her racing heart. makes use of everything she can get as long as she has it, the fear of nancy leaving slowly creeping into her head.

little does she know that nancy, who is running her fingers through her hair as she enjoys the soft kisses and touches on her skin, has already made up her mind. that for the first time ever, nancy is not afraid to make a choice this fundamental.

nancy knows what she really, truly wants. she knows she wants robin.

and she will show her just how much...

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. currently very tempted to write a part 2 so...

#robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #robin buckley x nancy wheeler smut #robin buckley x nancy wheeler angst #ronance #ronance fanfiction #ronance smut #ronance fluff #ronance angst #stranger things

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cutiesexylovelysweet · 8 months

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SACRIFICE: Taekook

Synopsis: Jungkook runs into a scammer who destroys his relationship and pushes him to start a new life without his lover. How long will he run from his feelings when there's a child involved?

Genre: Romance; Lovers to strangers.

Warning: Contains mentions of sexual activities. Fluff, angst, cheating, more plot than meaningless sex scenes.

Chapter 2

The brothers' apartment

On getting to the house, the boys groaned at the same time. Everyone was exhausted from preparing for the concert for weeks and finally executing it. The effect of those restless days came at the same time, knocking them down.

Jungkook laid flat on the carpet, breathing through his mouth. He just wanted to sleep for two days straight. "Oh, gods...ugh!" He groaned tiredly.

Yoongi sprawled in the couch, hands rubbing both sides of his head. His muscles were aching, his eyes hurt, everywhere was on fire. "Shiiiibal, I'm going to die."

Jin looked just as tired but he had more control over his expressions compared to his brothers. He carefully placed his laptop on the coffee table and walked to the kitchen to get bottles of water for everyone.

He entered the kitchen opened the almost empty fridge and took three bottles of water before walking back to the living room.

"Kook, drink some water." He tapped his little brother's shoulder to wake him up.

The youngest managed to sit up and take the water from his Hyung. He nodded in appreciation as he drank.

"Yoongs, here, water." He tapped his best friend's cheek.

Yoongi opened his eyes and collected the water from him and put it on his mouth without uncapping it.

Jin rolled his eyes and took the bottle from him. "You overworked for months, now your brain can't even work properly. I warned you to take it easy." He uncapped the bottle and helped Yoongi to drink up.

Jin emptied his own bottle and picked up the other two. He took them back to the kitchen; they'd wash, refill them and put them back into the fridge. No plastic waste around here.

He had one more task before they'd go to sleep. He needed the boys to freshen up. They oozed of sweat and alcohol. Their cheap perfumes had long faded.

"Guys we need to freshen up if we want to sleep like babies tonight. Come on, everyone get up."

Jungkook and Yoongi mumbled their disagreement but they still followed the eldest to the bathroom.

Their was just one bathroom and they shared at the same time when they were in a rush. Just like the morning when they were rushing to get to BIFF square and start setting up the stage, they showered together.

By the time water rushed down their bodies, slumber had cleared from everyone's eyes and they quietly washed themselves.

Yoongi finished first and went to his room to get dressed.

When Jin finished, he waited for his brother to finish and they went to their shared room.

Yoongi had first paid for the two bedroom apartment when he moved from his hometown in pursuit of his music producing career. He used to have a roommate who later got married and got his own place.

Yoongi was the only child of his father. His father was friends with Jin and Jungkook's mother. The man had died few days after giving birth to Yoongi.

Jungkook's mother took the infant at that time and raised him alongside Jin who was two years old. Four years later, she had Jungkook and the three boys grew up together as siblings.

It took Jin sixteen years to understand that Yoongi had different parents but it didn't change anything. They were brothers for life.

"Kook, are you sleeping like that?" Jin asked his brother who was laying on the bed naked.

"Mhm, I am too lazy to wear clothes now."

Jin threw him a short. "Wear that at least."

Jungkook put on the short while his Hyung wore a pink pyjamas set.

Yoongi opened the door and peeked in to check if they were sleeping. "Do you guys want tea? I'm making a cup for myself."

Jungkook nodded. "Yes, please."

"Me too." Jin agreed.

Yoongi nodded and gently shut the door. He returned with the cups of tea, handing them to his brothers. They sat on the bed and drank quietly, sighing in relief as the liquid hit their throats.

"How are the views online?" Yoongi asked Jin.

"It was 110 the last time I checked."

Jungkook's eyes widened. "110? That's amazing."

"That's great. You're doing great with the online publicity and Jungkook outdid himself tonight. That performance was better than some big-bucks concerts out there." Yoongi praised them.

"Like you're not the genius behind all these. We wouldn't even leave the village if you didn't convince us. Yoongs, we owe you all the praises."

"Yoongi Hyung, you're the reason I can do all these. You take your time to produce my songs for me. I just write and sing but every other thing is you and you don't sleep until it's done. I love you so much, Hyung."

"Aw, Jk. That's what I gotta do for my little bro."

Jungkook turned to Jin and rested his head on the elder's shoulder. "Hyungie, I also thank you for helping me to have a presence. You spend all your money on me and my dream. I love you so much. I love you both a lot."

"This brat will make me cry." Jin sniffled.

"Group hug?" Yoongi suggested.

They put their cups on the small table beside the bed and hugged each other.

"I'll go to sleep now." Yoongi stood up, ready to take the cups and leave.

Jin called him back. "Yoongs, remember what we talked about in the car."

"Oh, that." Yoongi put down the cups and sat back on the bed. "Jungkook, we want to tell you something."

The youngest nodded. "Ok, I'm listening."

"It's about your boyfriend."

"Ok, what about him?"

Yoongi cleared his throat. "I'm not saying this to make you end your relationship with him, but I want you to understand that the music industry is complicated and if you intend to have a healthy relationship, you have to protect it and keep it away from the public. You might say that you're not popular now, but surprisingly, fans dig up information and pictures you never imagined. The way you parade your affection and...touch each other in public should be minimized."

"W-we don't touch each other in public."

Jin scoffed. "Not you thinking we didn't see the position you were in back at the field."

"Ok, we won't hold each other like that in public again."

"Did you tell him about our plan to move to Seoul?" Jin asked.

"But Yoongi hyung said we might not need to move if my new song goes viral."

Jin turned to Yoongi, annoyed. "You're giving him hopes. Look, we're moving to Seoul. There are more opportunities there."

"What do you mean, I'm giving him hopes? Don't you believe that the song would go viral?"

"Doesn't mean, we won't move as planned."

"It's fine, Hyung. I heard your advice."

"The boy is cute and I like him, that's why I don't want you to break his heart. Before you too get so attached, you better clarify him on your journey in the industry. Tell him about our relocation too." Jin added.

"Yes, Hyung."

Taehyung's home

Thank the gods, there was a spare key in the flower pot outside. Taehyung had used it to enter the house. He ran to his room and locked the door.

He'd definitely get punished but he didn't want it to be that night. He was too tired from screaming and jumping at Jungkook's concert. The last thing he needed was to cry the sleep.

Taehyung undressed and went to shower. He had classes tomorrow and...

"Oh, hell no. My uniform." He remembered that he didn't wash his uniform during the weekend. He had dedicated the weekend to Jungkook, helping him to prepare for the concert. He washed up quickly and put on Jungkook's shirt that he had taken some months ago.

He took his uniform from the hamper and tiptoed downstairs to the laundry room.

The machine started working and Taehyung sat on a stool, scrolling on his phone. He decided to edit some videos of Jungkook for his fan account.

Lost in the task at hand, he didn't notice when his father quietly entered the laundry room. The man stood behind him and peeked into his device. Seeing where his son had gone to, he frowned. He never liked Jungkook.

Mr Kim angrily grabbed his son's hair and pulled him off the stool.

"Dad, stop!" Taehyung cried, trying to release himself from the harsh grip.

The man pushed him down to the floor. "This is where you went to sell yourself to that loser?

Taehyung glared at his father even though he was scared out of his mind. The man was a psychopath who didn't think before doing anything. He was capable of hitting Taehyung until the boy passed out. It would be fruitless to explain things to him or try to make him believe the truth.

Taehyung had long learned how to match his father's energy and save himself. He would talk back or fight back sometimes before the old man would leave him alone.

"Stop it, Dad. I'm not a child anymore. I just went to support my boyfriend." He screamed in his father's face.

"Support that loser?" He laughed mockingly. "A boyfriend who can't pay your bills and take you on good dates. Does he have a car? Bet his parents still feed him. You stupid child, always bringing me shame."

"I don't care what you say. It's not your business."

Mr Kim delivered a punch to his son's mouth, breaking his upper lip instantly. "What's not my business, huh?"

Taehyung covered the bleeding area and moved away to a corner, crying.

"What's not my business?" The man growled, threatening to hit him again.

"Nothing." Taehyung mumbled.

"Turn off that machine and go to your room, idiot." He kicked the boy's leg before making his way out of the laundry room.

Taehyung held on to his lip to control the bleeding. He turned of the machine and slowly walked to his room. His uniform was not washed and he would probably be sent back home by his teacher.

School

Jungkook and Taehyung attended the same vocational school. While the artist studied Diploma in Music, Taehyung studied Diploma in Hairdressing.

The school was were they met for the first time almost two years ago. Jungkook had enrolled a month after Taehyung. He entered the wrong class being Taehyung's class. It was when the teacher started talking about hair and styling that he realized he was not in a music class at all.

Taehyung helped him find his class. They clicked almost immediately. Jungkook started going closer to the younger one since he had no friends yet. Three months later, they started dating.

They were now in final year and we're looking forward to graduating together but Jungkook was moving to Seoul and he might not get to graduate with his mates.

Jin had already informed the Dean about their plans to move and he agreed to give Jungkook his certificate earlier than the others.

The artist was going to collect certificate, happy to be done with school but he was very worried about how to tell his boyfriend that he was leaving not just the school but the city.

Jungkook entered the school premises and looked around for Taehyung. The younger had told him that he was already in school.

He was about to call Taehyung when he felt the boy's soft hands around his waist from behind.

Jungkook smiled and turned around. "Hey baby, how..." His brows furrowed when he saw the cut on Taehyung's lip. "What's this?"

The younger giggled. "You won't believe I fell from the stool while washing my uniform." He lied.

"Oh, shit. Why?"

"Can't you see, I'm not on my uniform. I forgot to wash it and I fell asleep while washing it last night."

Jungkook's squint his eyes. He was going to say something. He knew that wasn't a fall. "Your dad..."

"Baby, your views are going up." He covered up, not wanting to talk about his father. "I think you should try an online concert. Everything's done online these days, you should tap into it."

Jungkook's eyes roamed the boy's body and he sighed. "I'll tell my Hyung about it."

"You got class now?"

"Um, yes, I have vocal training first."

"I'll see you after class then."

"Mhm,"

Taehyung kissed him on the cheek and went to class while Jungkook went to the Dean's office.

A/N

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sunny-day-dream · 2 years

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Undertale monster heats??? Fuck YES

Notes: I've been playing around with a few ideas on how monster heats start and why- and this is just a rough outline/plot for a future fic I'll be making!

Pairing: Oblivious!Fem!Reader X Classic Sans

Heats are caused by a monster falling in love with someone after getting close to them emotionally - their soul longing to have the other person by their side for the rest of their existence.

A monster can only enter a heat after they begin to desire an individual as a mate, and while in heat, they'll only attempt to court the person they desired such a bond with.

Heats aren't a taboo subject for monsters, as such a thing is seen as a natural part of life. They have, however, kept this information vague and sparse when speaking with humans after surfacing, in fear that they'd be taken advantage of or seen as lesser beings/animals. (This was decided amongst themselves after noticing how hard they had to fight to for even the most basic of rights. Years have past since then and things are much better for Monsterkind, though monster heats and courting behaviours are still something humans know very little about.)

Sans had never desired a mate/close emotional bond before, but it snuck up on him after he met you. It started off with a friendship, but then that wasn't enough after getting to know you better.

Then, you were his best friend- his closest confident besides his own brother.

But after a few years? He's longing for more- for something closer and just- just more.

Sans is head over heels, infatuated, he adores you- and after finally acknowledging this after so long in denial, it triggers his first ever heat.

(Paps is so proud of his lazy brother, even if said lazybones had failed to inform you that he'd finally decided to court you properly)

The stages of a Heat:

Affection: Cuddling and clinging to the potential mate, and if it’s welcomed, it triggers the next steps and stops the heat from tapering off naturally. He looks and feels ill, so you decide to take care of him, letting him cling and cuddle and he starts purring slightly, basking in the affection

Scenting: He starts scenting you, marking you and your home as his own, a glaring warning sign to every other monster that may get close to you. As he’s a boss monster, it’s more intense and more of a warning than a usual monsters scent. You mention that you like how he smells lately and he’s preening over it- especially when he starts noticing others avoiding being near you.

Gifts/providing for you: He’s suddenly buying food for you and gifting you comfy clothing and blankets- maybe even giving you one of his jackets to wear around (you do and he’s a puddle, smug and grinning at the sight of you in something of his)

Nesting: Since you’ve accepted everything else so far and he’s semi proven himself to you, he begins nesting and Paps has to leave the house so as not to irritate/provoke him.

Tempting: He’s very flirty and touchy with you at this stage, trying to show you how well he can tempt you over to him compared to others efforts. He's showing off to make himself look more appealing, all while his flirting and teasing become less and less subtle- down to the point of being super raunchy and pretty much dirty talk.

Once he’s scented your arousal for the first time? The Final Stages of his courting/heat begin.

He'll heavily scent you to hide the smell of your arousal from anyone else (while also basking in it himself, eye lights dilating and going blurry), beginning to heat up properly and needs to be housebound to avoid any incidents as he starts becoming super territorial and possessive.

Paps has to explain what this all means when he starts secluding himself to their home: You can either show up and nest with him, forming a bond between you both like he’s craving so he can mate you fully- or you avoid him for a week and it’ll pass, sans returning to his usual self after working this out of his system himself.

I think we all know what choice we make here (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

#undertale x reader #headcanon #sans undertale #sans x reader #undertail #undertale #smut #monster heats #x reader #reader insert #sans

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inber · 3 years

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The Garden Game

A/N: Thank you for the prompt, @witchertrashbag my sweet! 1.5k of Yennskier fluff. No real spoilers, just two idiots who can't figure out an emotion. Enjoy~

There's a lazy haze of incense smoke curling through the air in sandalwood spirals. Yennefer feels as if she remembers the scent from a court she was forced to play nice at, once; it's the smell of decadence, something lavish on the edge of a gentle breeze. Get too close, and it turns acrid.

At least she is comfortable, sprawled on a plush chaise, cushioned by blueberry velvet. Upon glancing down, she notes with distant confusion that she's not wearing her own clothes. Someone else has chosen this for her.

It's not terrible; the gown is black, and the neckline plunges generously down, settling above her navel. The material isn't sheer – not quite – but if she stepped into the brighter light of the parlour, she'd find herself rather exposed. It's a tease of a dress, made altogether more pronounced by a lack of undergarments and a scattering of gold embellishments.

“Ah, there you are.” A familiar voice catches her attention. Jaskier is leaning against the open stone archway, holding two glasses in one hand, stems fitted between his fingers. “You're usually in the gardens.”

“I am?” Yennefer asks. The bard is dressed down, even for his standards. His chemise is left entirely open, revealing a bare densely-haired chest, and his trousers are so low-slung that if he was wearing hose, Yennefer knew she'd be able to see the ribbon ties that he favoured.

“Yes,” Jaskier answers, looking at her indulgently, “that's where we most often play our little game.”

“Our game?”

Jaskier laughs. Yennefer can't help but smile at the sound; rarely does he truly laugh anymore. “Oh, I see you've already started. How can I possibly keep up?”

“I don't understand, Jaskier.” Yennefer shifts from the lounge so she's sitting up. “What game?”

“What game? We've played for years now, dearest one. I ask your name. You give me riddles. And so it goes.”

Yennefer frowns. “You know my name, you simpleton.”

Around her, the building suffers a shiver, as if rocked by a minute earthquake. Dust dislodges from the ceiling. Jaskier doesn't seem to notice, but he does look confused.

“I promise you I do not. I have dedicated much time to trying to learn it, though. Wine?”

Wine. Yennefer blinks heavily, noting a crack in the sandstone of the wall. It suddenly hits her with a force that leaves her breathless; they are not in Kaer Morhen. She does not know where they are, and he does not recognise her.

Have they become trapped inside an illusion? Perhaps a lesson with Cirilla has gone desperately awry. What does Yennefer remember doing before ending up in this place?

“Wine?” Jaskier asks, again. He holds one glass out. It has filled itself with a rich red.

The answer solidifies like a wash of water on snow. They had been drinking, the two of them, in Yennefer's room. Inside Kaer Morhen. Jaskier had discovered a few bottles of very old wine in a forgotten part of the keep. They'd gone deep into their cups, talking into the evening. At some point, they must have both fallen asleep – exhausted and drunk.

It isn't unheard of for mages to walk within dreams, especially when a person is susceptible to having their mind opened. Generally speaking, however, the act is conscious, and with intent. Yennefer does not recall seeking passage into Jaskier's subconscious.

Then again, it isn't as though the two of them have slept together in the same room – certainly not alone. Trust Jaskier to dream so loudly that it would project into her being. Intoxicated as she had been, she'd probably simply tumbled across the borders of their psyches. And now here she is.

Yennefer knows what dreams can be like for humans. Blurry faces, the sense of a person; the recall of old memories, or suggestions. It's possible she can just tell him who she is, but she suspects that such information will simply collapse the dream and wake him up. She's already shaken the foundations of it.

“Thank you.” Yennefer accepts the offering. Jaskier sits on the chaise beside her, not at all timid about adopting a lordly recline as he drinks from his own glass. She sips the liquid. It's not real – she knows that now – but his mind tells her it's delicious and expensive, and so she believes it.

“So, same rules? Three guesses?” Jaskier asks, fingers flirting with the sleeve of her dress. She bats his hand away, and he smirks.

“Same rules.” Yennefer agrees. “Gods, Jaskier, how long have we played this game?”

He taps his chin. “You know, I'm not sure. A while. I think you turned up here... ah, see, that's the trouble! When I try to remember, everything goes all,” Jaskier gestures with one hand, “hazy, you know?”

Sagely, Yennefer nods. She drinks more of the wine.

“That's why I think you must be one of the mages. Someone Geralt knows. He's the only person I know that rubs shoulders with such mysterious folk.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Hah! We'll talk in circles forever, my dear. You never give a direct answer. All I know for sure is that you're utterly exquisite, and I find you in this palace most nights.”

Yennefer feels heat bloom high on her cheekbones. He doesn't know what he's saying. They might not hate each other any longer, but beyond that? It's a ridiculous notion. She refuses to pay it any mind. This is just a dream, and he's just talking nonsense.

“And there you go, getting fuzzier.” Jaskier points out. “You're so shy when I compliment you. I know that too.”

Sharply, she looks at him. Shy? That's what he's gleaned of her? “Am I? Maybe I just think you're wrong.”

The ceiling trembles again. Yennefer looks up. Dreams are fickle things; she doesn't know his rules here, nor his weaknesses. It'd be easy enough to find out, she supposes. But as Jaskier said, it is a game. She isn't about to cheat.

“I'm not wrong.” Jaskier corrects her. “I think... you're Triss.”

Yennefer shakes her head. “I think you've guessed that name before.”

Jaskier utters a small oath, swirling the wine. “So I have. Blast.”

It's not a bad guess, but it's the safest one. Triss is gorgeous, and contrite. Of all the sorceresses Yennefer knows, Triss is probably the most likely to retreat bashfully from Jaskier's advances. But Jaskier hasn't met her beyond Geralt's stories of her.

Still, it's not impossible to fall in love with the idea of a person. That would be like Jaskier, Yennefer thinks. Foolish, foppish poet.

“So. What you think you know of me is that I am shy and exquisite. Your words, not mine.” Yennefer checks the points off on her hand. “Is that all?”

“And difficult. We rarely get to play this game at all, you know. Most of the time you run from me. I chase you, but you always vanish. Which, by the way, is very unfair, being as this is my castle.”

“Shy, exquisite, difficult. Can't be caught. Maybe I'm not worth knowing, Jaskier.”

There's a thunderous crack as the roof suddenly collapses. Yennefer is privy to Jaskier's stare of absolute stupefaction – directed at her, and not at the tumbling masonry – before there's half-a-second of darkness.

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She doesn't gasp awake, but Jaskier does. Yennefer blinks bleary eyes at the sneaky light of dawn spilling in through her window. Beside her, Jaskier groans, mumbling incoherently.

“Fuck, what was...? Ah, my head.”

“The third bottle was your idea.” Yennefer says, dry voice cracking.

“Sorry, I woke you. And uh, fell asleep in your bed, it would seem.” Jaskier laughs nervously. It sounds strained. “In my defence, this is a very nice mattress.”

“I know.” Yennefer sighs, reaching over to pour them both some water. “Bad dream?”

Jaskier shakes his head. “No. I don't think so. I ah, actually don't really remember much of it. It's funny, I have this reoccurring dream, and I remember bits of—uh, nevermind. It's dull.”

“Go on.” Yennefer says.

“Well, I have a castle. And I have to find something. Or, or someone. I remember some places so vividly! I could tell you what grows in the garden. But I don't remember... why I am there. Who is there.” He shrugs awkwardly, taking the offered water. “Probably means nothing.”

Yennefer thinks about how quickly the castle fell when she suggested he give up his chase. How those simple words destroyed the entire fantasy. She thinks about how he spoke to her with such fondness. How his mouth looked, wine-stained, when he called her exquisite.

How many times has he chased her through the garden?

“No,” Yennefer says, “I think there's meaning in dreams. Even ones we don't understand yet.”

Setting his empty cup down, Jaskier glances side-long at her. “Did you have any dreams?”

Letting the rim disguise her smile, Yennefer drinks deeply of the water. Then she turns to look at him. "I dreamt I was playing a game.”

Something flits across Jaskier's expression for a moment, almost recognition, before it vanishes. “Hmm. Can I stay a few more hours? It's cold.”

She lets her head sink down into her pillow, turning her back on him nonchalantly. “Fine. You stay on your side, though.”

“Ooh, my side. I have a side.”

Yennefer reaches unseeingly behind her in order to shove him weakly. Jaskier lets her, jostling the bed. When he laughs, it sounds like a dream.

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You, Me and Harry make three. Part One.

Summary: Joey, Izzy and Harry are in a poly relationship. They're head over heels for one another and they can't seem to keep their hands off each another, even when they really need to.

Harry is the Harry Styles, the man who is known for being so open and lovable. He's nervous to let the world see his girls, what would his fans think If he was dating two girls at the same time? And they all shared the one bed and home? He doesn't want to know, he wants them all to himself.

This small story follows the three and their rendezvous together behind the scenes.

Masterlist.

Warnings: Switch!Harry, Mommy kink, slight Daddy kink, FxFxM threesome, fingering, oral sex f+m receiving, Male + Female penetrative sex, Female + Female sex, spanking, choking, hair pulling, sneaking around (?) masturbation and mentions of it, degradation kink, praise kink, dirty talking, anal play, biting, polyamorous relationship.

Warnings apply to both first and second part!

Word count: 3.6k words.

A/N: There will be a part two, keep your eyes out for it. I also envision the women with Blonde and Brown hair, but you can apply any hair colour you want to this scenario, I just wanted to give a description to people who find it hard to imagine people :)

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Adrenaline.

It's rushing through Harry's veins as he finishes his last concert of his first ever world tour. His body covered in sweat from singing Kiwi and total of three times and his suit jacket is for a fact dripping from all the dancing he did, his body isn't exhausted, no, it's hyped up and he could go out and perform again if he could.

It's a bittersweet moment ending the tour he thinks, on one hand he has more time to himself, more time for friends and family but on the other hand he doesn't get to do what he loves every night for at least another year, which is perform for thousands of people.

The crew is cheering and slapping him on the back as he walks off, the band following him as they all congratulate one another on completing the whole tour. There's tears, tight hugs and even a champagne bottle popped by Mitch, for someone who seems emotionless he was the most emotional one amongst them all. He basically cried into his champagne flute.

Harry pulls himself away from the crew celebration after an hour or two, his phone buzzing in his back pocket non stop as he tried to converse and have a fair well party with his whole crew — he knew exactly who was texting him, and they won't be happy he isn't responding like he usually does.

His phone is filled with messages, some from Joey and some from Izzy and a few more in the group chat they all have together. Harry is scrolling through them all as he sits in the back of the car on the way to their hotel room. He lets out a shaky breath when he sees two photos — one of Izzy wearing a bright pink lingerie set, her dark hair all around her while Joey wears a dark cobalt blue set, her platinum blonde hair vibrant against the lace.

Izzy is laying down as Joey looks at the camera between her legs, the picture being from Izzy's perspective while the second photo is similar, but this time Izzy's panties are off and Joey's head is nuzzled into her pussy.

If anyone knew what Harry Styles was hiding behind the scenes they would be shocked, he's hiding two beautiful women who are in plain sight for all his fans to see, the pair helping out the crew and makeup department on tours while only the three of them know what they do behind closed doors. It's somewhat thrilling to have this secret, it's spurs them on more and even makes them act out and fuck one another in public places, such as Harry's dressing room or even his tour bus when all the rest of the band is asleep — they all seem to get off on their little dirty secret.

Harry never wanted to hide his girls, he feels guilty for doing so. But to protect them and himself from the hate and backlash they would get for this, he settled on keeping them himself only. Sure, there's times where they'd want to go to a restaurant, hold hands all together and feed one another dessert like couple do, but they have to settle on a professional looking dinner, each spread around the table with a large gap between them all as they try and keep their hands away from one another, cameras flashing outside and update accounts flashing the images labelling Harry to be at a business dinner.

It does take a toll on them, some nights they all cry together and hold one another when one of them has to leave and see family, they all aren't ready to tell their families so when one leaves it's like something is ripped from them, it's like they're missing a piece of themselves. Harry is the one who's away a lot, giving the media to calm down on the speculations that Harry is dating one of them — it's mainly always Joey because she's blonde and seen as "Harry's type" because of that, both of his girls are his type.

They take small vacations together, the three of them locked away in a villa in Italy or even in Spain, their own private space to lounge by the pool together or even show affection to one another more openly around the foreign country — but then cameras show up snd Harry is immediately hurrying the girls inside as he pays off the paparazzi to not leak the photos.

It's tiring, they're all exhausted from hiding, but it's what they have to do.

Harry chuckles darkly as he looks at the photos, his hand sliding down to palm himself through his suit pants as he types out a message with one hand, a lazy smile on his face as the driver doesn't suspect a thing.

Harry: told you both to wait, you know what happens when you disobey me, my girls.

It's not long after he sent the message that he's parked outside the hotel, the driver opening his door as a security guard walks out and helps Harry into the hotel under all the preying eyes of fans and paparazzis who seem to love blinding him every second with their flashes and asking him ridiculous personal questions that you wouldn't even ask someone who is on trial.

His security guard walks him as far as the elevator, Harry saying he can do the rest by himself — but in reality he didn't want anyone but him to hear the sweet little moans that are probably coming from his suite right now.

"Couldn't even wait two hours for Daddy, huh?" He says deeply walking into the room, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up as the two girls both look at him on the bed, Izzy nearly passing out from pleasure as Joey smiles evilly from where she's sat between Izzy's legs.

Izzy makes grabby hands at Harry which he immediately melts at the sight, she's the more submissive one in the relationship, leaving Harry and Joey to be the more dominant ones, and when Harry is submissive it's usually Joey fucking Izzy before him as he watches.

"Feeling good pup?" He asks Izzy brushing a strand of her hair from her face, her eyes glazed over and mouth slight parted as Joey teases her, sucking and nipping at her clit as Harry rests beside them both.

"Yes Daddy" Izzy says softly, licking the thumb that Harry brushes over her bottom lip, he slowly pushes it into her mouth as she takes it in with a small whine and suckling noises are heard from her pretty mouth.

"That's a good girl. You enjoying yourself down there?" He asks Joey more sternly, she loves when he's stern with her, while Izzy loves it when he dotes on her.

"Mmh yeah, such a pretty tasting pussy" she teases him, keeping her eyes on his as she licks a big stripe up Izzy's centre, Harry's cock twitching in his pants at the sight as Izzy keeps sucking on his thumb.

"Hope you've had your fun puppies, because you both know how Daddy hates it when you disobey him" he says with a small laugh, the two girls looking at him as he removes himself from the bed, standing tall as he strips down to his boxers.

"C'mere my girls, wanna feel both of you suck my cock" he says palming himself as he watches Izzy cum on Joey's tongue before they both jump off the bed and into their knees.

"I'm only obeying because tonight is your night, prepare for you to lose all control tomorrow, Daddy" Joey says, Harry already knowing she means what she says as he smiles at her.

"I'll look forward to it Jo, darling" is all he says as he runs both of his hands through each of their hairs, one hand on Joey's head with her hair wrapped around his arm, as the other has Izzy's hair wrapped around it, guiding them both to his clothed cock.

"Take me out, go on, know you both missed Daddy's cock" he moans out when they both palm him through his underwear, their hands immediately pulling down his boxers as he kicks them off, standing tall as both girls look up at him innocently through their eyelashes.

They both flatten their tongues and run them up either side of his cock, Harry immediately tightening his grip on their hairs and throwing is head back a little as he grunts under his breathe at the feeling. They both suck the head of his cock, their tongues in each other's mouths a little as they dance along the slit collecting his pre cum as he nearly buckles under the feeling and view he has of his girls.

"That's it, suck Daddy's cock" he breaths out through moans, his eyes fighting to stay open so he can watch every move his girls make.

The room is filled with heavy grunts and moans, small whines and sucking sounds from them all, Harry throwing his head back as he curses loudly into the air, Joey and Izzy working on his cock fast and messily just how he likes it. He's nearly scent into a frenzy when Izzy focus's on his head and pumps the rest in her hand while Joey sucks his balls into her mouth, dribbling and moaning around them which vibrates through Harry's body sending shivers all over and erupting goosebumps on his skin.

"Need to fuck you both now, onto the bed" he says sternly, taking their heads away as they both whine and try to get back onto him. Gentle slaps to their cheeks cause both girls to scurry over onto the bed, kneeling down and watching as Harry rests onto the bed, back against the head board as he begins to stroke himself.

"Izzy, do you wanna ride Daddy first? Yeah?" He asks and he chuckles lighty when Izzy nods in excitement, crawling onto his lap as he welcomes her into his embrace.

"Joey, sit on my face, gonna eat that pretty cunt of yours while I fuck our darling little Izzy" Joey smiles darkly at this, both of them looking at Izzy who's smiling cheekily against Harry's chest, her petite frame lost in his broad one.

Harry lays completely on his back, Joey coming to sit down on his face, as Izzy teases herself with the head of his cock. Joey faces Izzy, their mouths immediately catching in a sloppy kiss as Harry helps Izzy slide himself into her. She doesn't move, she grinds down a little as Joey's tongue explores her mouth, her tattoo hand holding the petite girls face as Harry holds onto Joey's plush thighs, his face nearly being smothered but he loves it — he wants to be smothered by her thighs always.

"Look at you Izzy baby, taking me all, such a good girl for me" Harry says lowly, looking at Izzy from between Joey's legs as Izzy begins to move, Harry immediately grabbing Joey's thighs and sitting her flush onto his face, his nose resting on her tightest hole as his tongue flicks and sucks at her pussy.

"Ride Daddy's cock Iz, fuck yourself until you cum like a good girl" Joey whispers to Izzy, her hand holding the girl by the jaw as she speaks to her, their lips inches apart as Izzy falls apart on Harry, the feeling sending her into oblivion as she bounces harder and faster, erupting guttural moans from Harry.

"Is he making you feel good Jo?" Izzy asks, her voice a slight tremble as she moans loudly watching as Joey grinds herself down onto Harry's tongue with force.

"Yeah, but you're making him feel so much better baby, hear him? Hear him moan into my pussy because of the work you're doing?" Joey asks as Izzy smiles lazily at her, her words making her go faster and faster on Harry's cock which ends in him meeting her bounces with thrusts of his own.

"That's it, fuck her Daddy, fuck her so good" Joey moans out loudly, grabbing Izzy before she crashes down onto Harry, holding the girl in her arms as Harry fucks up into her with all his strength.

"Fuck, yes right there Daddy" Joey moans out, Harry fucking his tongue into her while he fucks Izzy hard, the two girls holding onto one another as Harry pleases them both.

It's not long before they both cum with screams of his name and a mixture of Daddy between them all, Joey being the loudest as Izzy is barely able to speak or keep her eyes open over how fucked she is.

"Feeling okay puppy?" Harry asks when Izzy is laid out on his chest, his cock slipped out of her as she comes down from her high, Joey beside him as they both cradle Izzy and help her calm down.

"M'okay, just tired Daddy" she slurs out, the two helping her lay down onto the bed, Joey laying beside her as Harry positions himself on top of a smiling Joey.

Izzy turns her head to watch the two, Harry immediately bending down to kiss her softly as Joey kisses Harry's jawline and runs her hands over his bare chest lightly, her fingers playing with his dangling necklaces as her legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind him.

"My two pretty girls, all fucked out" Harry whispers as Joey pushes her hips up to him, signalling she's ready as he pecks Izzy's face before pulling away and focusing back down on Joey.

"Eager little thing aren't you? Such a slut for Daddy" he says to her, their lips inches apart as Izzy gasps at his language, Joey smirking and enjoying every last word that drips from his mouth towards her.

"You're also a slut for me Daddy, don't lie" she fires back, Harry shaking his head as he lines himself up with her pussy.

"Right now, you're my little slut, take it all for me, yeah?" He says kissing her chest as he pushes himself in, her moans immediately filling the room as Izzy runs her fingers over the lace bralette on Joey's skin, her head right next hers as they both look up at Harry.

"Come on Daddy, fuck me like a whore" Joey whines out as Harry begins to pound into her harshly, his balls hitting her ass as she sets a fast pace that has Joey's eyes rolling into the back of her head.

"You're going to hard Daddy, gonna hurt Jo" Izzy says nearly crying, Harry immediately bringing a hand to her face and cradling it as the other cradles the back of Joey's pulling her hair lightly.

"She likes it hard baby, she likes Daddy to wreck her pussy and call her his little slut" he says softly and calmly to Izzy who pouts before pecking his lips.

"Harder Daddy, please" Joey moans out, Harry immediately thrusting faster and faster as he holds both of his girls in his arms, Joey's legs wrapped around him as Izzy pecks his bicep every now and then with small giggles.

"Yeah? Want it harder, does my little slut want it harder? Does she want me to fucking wreck her and make her unable to walk for days?" He asks sinisterly as Joey babbles and moans under him, her words slurred and her eyes leaking tears at the intense pleasure she's feeling.

"Wreck my pussy Daddy, fucking ruin me, yes!" She screams out when Harry hits her spot over and over again, Izzy's small fingers now rubbing circles over her clit as the two of them coax her towards an orgasm, which hits her hard and fast.

"C'mere, wanna kiss you both before I cum" he moans out, his hips slowly down as his two girls push their heads together so Harry can bend down and take both of their mouths at the same time, their tongues everywhere as they all moan and grab onto one another.

"Come on Daddy, cum for us" they both moan out, looking up as Harry kneels on the bed over the two of them, their hands on their boobs pushing them up as he strokes himself fast, his eyes rolling back and his body covered in sweat.

"Gonna look so pretty painted in my cum, my two pretty babies all fucked out beneath me" he moans out, their tongues out flat as he finally cums, spirts and ropes of his cum coat their chests and some splashes up onto their tongues as they swallow it greedily, their fingers rubbing through his cum painting them more as Harry watches in awe, completely spent.

"I love you both, so much" he says smiling at them, their faces glowing and their own smiles on their faces as they look at him like he's the best thing in their worlds — which he is.

"We love you too H, right Iz?" Joey asks Izzy who's trying to fight off sleep, her small nod and smile is enough for Harry as he coos over how cute she looks, her cheeks blushing at his complements as Joey kisses her face all over making her giggle out, Harry kissing Joey's as they all attack one another with kisses gently with laughs in between.

"Think it's time for a bath, huh?" Joey laughs out as Harry agrees, Izzy laughing also as they both lay next to one another covered in Harry's release.

"Don't move, I'll be back" Harry says, the pair of girls whistling and cheering him on as he runs to the bathroom butt ass naked, his laugh loud as he wets two wash cloths with warm water.

"Are you two ever gonna not laugh at my ass?" He asks kneeling over them again, one hand clutching a cloth and washing Izzy while the other washes Joey and gets rid of his cum from their skin.

"It's funny! It's so soft and squishy looking when it jiggles!" Izzy laughs out, Joey beside her nearly snorting as she laughs along, Harry laughing and shaking his head as he throws the cloths into a laundry bin.

"You have a cute butt Mr Styles" Joey says kissing his nose as he flops his body down onto them, one of their legs resting on his waist as he rests his head between their breasts, both of their fingers running through his hair.

"We can't stay like this" Joey is the first to speak up in a few minutes, sleep nearly taking over them all before she realises they need to clean up and get ready for bed — Izzy needs to do her skincare routine while Harry needs to drink his nightly cup of tea.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Come on, bath time" Harry groans, grabbing his boxers and sliding them back on to avoid anymore comments on his bare ass, the two girls avoid eye contact with him as they bite back their laughs looking at one another.

"I can hear you both laughing!"

"We aren't laughing!"

"Yes you are!"

"Nope!"

The three of them have been dating for almost a year now, everyday bringing something new but their love for one another grows by the second. Harry cherishes small moments with them, heck, he cherishes all moments with them. When they step outside together Harry addresses them as part of his crew to not raise any suspicion. But all he wants to do is scream at the top of his lungs that these two beautiful women are his girlfriends.

Just as Harry is filling the bath, adding Izzy's favourite bath bomb and setting out Joey's favourite body wash for her, a shout and a hard knocking is heard from behind the front door to the suite, causing the two girls laughs and conversation to stop.

They look at him as he holds up a finger to his lips, shushing them both as they nod watching as he heads for the door. He opens it slowly, only revealing his head. Jeff stands outside, his hand running through his hair as he jumps when Harry opens the door.

"There's fans outside, they won't leave until you come out. Please just walk out and show your face or something" Jeff says nearly passing out with anxiety, his hands shaking from how nervous he was being bombarded with the fans who are lined up outside the hotel at nearly midnight.

"Okay, I'll be down in a few" Harry sighs, knowing guilt will eat him alive if he doesn't see his fans, but he'll also feel guilty letting the girls bathe alone and be without him for awhile again.

"We heard, go down to them. We'll have a bath and you" Joey says walking over to Harry, Izzy beside her as they hold hands, Izzy shorter than the two as she looks at them softly. "Can bring us all up some wine when you're coming back up, sound good?" Joey finishes as Harry smiles looking at them both.

"Yes Ma'am's"

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