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motownfiction · 1 year

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It’s the way Lola phrases the question that makes Daniel feel sick.

They’re walking around the corner store after school one day. Daniel’s a junior; Lola’s a freshman. It’s near the end of the school year, about a week after Lucy and Will had Elenore, and sex is on everybody’s minds. Apparently, that’s what happens when the former frontrunner for 1985’s valedictorian goes into labor in the middle of AP English. It shouldn’t surprise Daniel that Lola has a lot of questions, but it does, anyway.

She’s picking up a bag of potato chips and talking on and on about how she thinks this guy in her class is lying about having had sex.

“It just seems fake,” Lola says. “Like, why would you even want to have sex yet? You’re a freshman. It doesn’t make sense.”

Daniel sucks in too much air through his front teeth. Lola turns and gives him a funny look.

“You OK?” she asks.

“Yeah,” Daniel says. “Just … you know … or maybe you don’t.”

“Maybe I don’t know what?”

“That … I was a freshman.”

Lola’s expression quickly turns to a frown. She grabs her bag of potato chips so tightly, Daniel is shocked they don’t fall out of the bottom and explode all over the floor.

“Oh,” she says. “Well, then, in that case …”

“It’s OK,” Daniel says. “I wasn’t … I’m not trying to brag about it. I’m just saying it happened.”

Lola nods like she understands a little too well. Daniel would worry, but he knows his sister. She’s too wedded to her dreams of marrying Kevin Sheehan to even look at anyone else these days.

“Right,” Lola says. “I guess I did know that. And I guess I just forgot.”

“It’s OK. You don’t need to be keeping tabs on that. It’d be a little weird if you did.”

Lola laughs.

“Yeah,” she says. “More than a little weird. But can I ask you a weird question?”

Daniel sighs.

“Once you’ve got it in your head, there’s no stopping you.”

“You’re right. There’s not. So. Daniel. Out of all the various girls you’ve slept with since you were a freshman, who do you regret the most?”

Daniel pauses. He thinks for a second that he may vomit, but he doesn’t. Just clutches onto his can of Coke until it feels warm, too warm to drink.

He’s not sure which word in Lola’s question is the most upsetting. Is it regret? Because he has an answer (Steph, Steph, Steph) except it’s not true. He could never regret Steph, even if she was Sam’s girlfriend – is Sam’s girlfriend. So maybe it’s not regret. Is it most? Because it’s awfully presumptuous of Lola to assume he regrets all of them, to some degree. And he doesn’t, of course. Every one of those nights meant a little something. Maybe not a lot of something, but a little.

Maybe it’s various.

Maybe it’s that Daniel is seventeen years old, and he’s giving the studliest college seniors in the country a run for their money.

Maybe it’s that this was never the reputation he thought he’d ever have. But it’s there. It’s there, it’s his, and it’s so well known that even his fifteen-year-old sister feels comfortable asking him about it.

So he doesn’t answer.

Nothing seems like a satisfactory response.

(part of @nosebleedclub poetry month challenge -- day xxvi!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: daniel deluca #ch: lola deluca #year: 1984

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kwbih · 1 year

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞~

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Hello~ I am Cypher (or just kwbih) and I'm eighteen. My pronouns are she/her, and I'm from Ireland (now living in Seattle). My content will mostly be AUs and fanfics with a side of random photos, lol. I am a fan of the umbrella academy, which will be what most of my content is based around. I'm also a fan of robert, aidan, txt, and enhypen, which I will post occasionally. I'm a slut for nathan young and cormac macnamara.

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honeyteanocoffee · 1 year

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alrighty, this is going to be a long one so stick with me if you can. So nearly all of my posts are Oliver Wood focused and I love that because most of the fandom is either "The Golden Trio" or the "Marauders" and I happen to think that being in the "my character has almost no dialogue" club is elite. I love the community that I have found on Tumblr.

The other community I found was the ace community. And as much as I love Oliver, finding the ace (more specifically the Demi community) was incredibly eye opening, healing, and validating. When I realized I was ace and posted, asking for advice, I got so much love and support. I've only posted one post regarding the ace community, but I love looking back at it. I also love when I see content from the ace community on my TikTok. Some of the videos about wanting to be in love and knowing we don't feel those emotions or struggling with being a hopeless romantic are terribly sad, but they are validating.

On this note, I am a film major and taking a screenwriting class. My professor challenged us all to listen to music from when we were younger and believed anything could happen. Honestly, I don't think I have a time of pure wonder and imagination because my school beat all of that out of me, but that's a story for another time. ANYWAYS, I decided to listen to my oldest Spotify playlist which likely from fifth grade/early middle school-ish. This playlist mainly featured Ed Sheehan, 2016 Sabrina Carpenter (Eyes Wide Open), and other love/pop songs. So I did have moments of childhood nostalgia, but the main thing I was thinking about was how fixated on romance younger me was. I'll be frank, the more I thought about it, the more emotional I became.

I love that I'm ace and I love that I have been able to identify these feelings after so long. I will admit that I do have what I call an ace-crisis about once every 3-4 months where I panic about how I've never been in a relationship and I get this big crush on someone. This crush in more of a fixation and after a week or so, I will "return to normal." But the way I feel during that crisis is honestly awful.

Listening to all of these love songs made me think about how much younger me want to meet someone and have my happily ever after. And I think about who I am now: hopelessly in love with Oliver Wood, a reality shifter, the designated romance and sex advice person in my friend group, and the person people call to psychoanalyze their roommates. I think about how much I've wanted to be a mom and how I'm 100% content thinking about having a donor child and being a single mother if I never meet someone. Again, I love that I'm ace and I'm content in my identity. But for some reason, thinking about how much my idea of romance has changed was incredibly emotional. Even typing this right now, I'm on the verge of tears but I don't know if I'm sad and grieving what younger-me was envisioning for so long or what but...

that's my spiel for today <3

#ace #asexuality #aro #aromatics #aromantic #aroace #lgbtqia+#music #screenwriting #nostalgia #momentary crisis but suriving

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bisluthq · 4 months

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13 fave songs released this year? (2023)

I don't want to do a ranking but I love this ask. Flowers is up there, my friend and I are obsessed with that song (actually vaping friend from a few asks ago and story time is she fucked my bf while he and I were friends and I was very supportive of this shit and then she started dating his other friend and again Bella if you're reading this you're a dope person but your life is a mess and so is mine). I like vampire a lot and I like logical even more. The Special remix was really good, I listen to that a bunch. I won't put the Dua Barbie song on this because I don't listen to it at all like it's cute and Dua is a fave but the song is eh for me. I like Rich Baby Daddy also. Let's throw in Slut! because we can and that brings us 6 so we have 7 songs left to play with. My bf's fave artist is Lana so we've listened to her new album a lot this year but I'm not wild about it. My two fave Lana songs are the one that goes "24/7 Sylvia Plath" and Video Games lmfao bc those are my two moods.

Anyway, speaking of Drake I also liked First Person Shooter.

I liked the boygenius album.

I liked the Arlo Parks album and I especially liked Purple Phase.

I also like Ed's new album like besides the fact that I regularly have sex dreams about him (I really do lol Cherry ur life seems perfect ngl I'd suck that dude's dick if I got to live like u and I don't even think my partner would be that mad if I left him for Ed Sheehan so yk like Ed call me or don't because the kids and wife make you way hotter so idk).

Oh! Shit! One That Got Away by MUNA was also awesome.

Idk I have a lot of music I liked this year but it's hard to make a ranking of 13. Not to bag on your ask tho because I'm enjoying trying to.

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salvador-daley · 3 years

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Lee + Sex

Finally! I thought we might never get to my favourite peripatetic drug-dealing dickhead.

Ok, so Lee is a bit of twat. But, fuck my balls, he looks good enough to eat! It’s hard to stay mad at him. Speaking of eating, going down on you is his forte. His vanity means he prides himself on being good in bed and doesn’t stop until you’ve screamed the beach shack down. No wonder his neighbours hate him.

#asksalv #spam my inbox #inbox open #sheehan sex asks #robert sheehan #jet trash #my gifs

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 3 years

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Ciarán (Kee-ran) McKinney. *Supporting character

Voice Claim: (Robert Sheehan) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ae5cqdRW5W8

Partner(s): None. Parents: Raven McKinney and Mathghamhain McKinney Kids: None. Siblings: Aedan & Violet. Age: Immortal, but translates into mid 20′s. Birthday: 16th of October. Height: 181cm Body type: Skinny, but with some muscle tone. Eye color: Light blue, almost gray, with a slight brown ring around the iris. Classification: (Immortal) Demon. Known powers: Possession, shape shifting, teleportation, paralysis Inducement, Hypnotic Vision (the power to hypnotize people via eye contact) Astral Projection (The power to separate one's spirit from one's body) Transmutation (The power to alter the forms/structure of beings/objects) Telepathy (The power to receive and/or transmit information mentally or through other non-sensory means. Users of this power are often called Telepaths or Mind Readers.)

About: ~ Charismatic, cheeky, adaptable, flirtatious, brave, playful, elegant, outgoing, curious, teasing, passionate, intelligent, flexible, sarcastic, humorous, social, optimistic, confident, imaginative, independent, sassy, spontaneous, neat, stubborn and a bit greedy at times ~ Very pale. ~ Sexuality Omnisexual (Attracted equally to all human beings (men, women, transexuals, etc.) … A person who can be sexually attracted to anyone and anything, from men/women/everything in … and also non-human animals and inanimate objects) ~ Has shoulder-ish long, black hair. ~ Ciarán is a traditionally male given name of Irish origin (Scottish Gaelic spelling). It means "little dark one" or "little dark-haired one". ~ Is Irish and speaks with an Irish accent although he grew up in Scotland. ~ Can Shapeshift to a Common Starling ~ Is very skilled at sword fighting and archery. ~ Very flirtatious ~ French cuisine enthusiast. ~ Will flirt with pretty much anything/anyone. ~ Doesn’t care much what people think of him, and usually just laugh/shrug it off. ~ Likes messing with people. ~ Smells like Rosemary, Bergamot or Myrtle. ~ Loves teasing just as much as flirting. ~ Cannot cook to save his life. ~ Hates mosquitoes! ~ 10/10 down to party at any time. ~ A bit of a cleaning freak - dances to loud music while cleaning. ~ Grew up without a father figure, and was very much ‘the family secret’. More details about that here <- ~ Didn’t meet his dad (Raven) till he was already an adult. ~ Can’t remember ever meeting his other dad (Mathghamhain) although he did several times as a kid. ~ Never missed a parental figure, since he simply grew up in a castle full of family members who all took well care of him, even if he was a secret within the family, and was never allowed to be known outside the castle walls. ~ Feels isolated if he spends too much time indoors - result of having spent most his upbringing inside or in the castle gardens. ~ Looks fancy, isn’t, but likes to pretend to mess with people. ~ Teleports all over the place. ~ Loves to mess with strangers. ~ Rebel. ~ Lives with his sister, Violet. ~ Very good dancer. ~ Yes, he’s Irish, no he doesn’t like Whiskey! Stop asking! ~ Loves French cuisine, partying, kinky sex, rough nature, teasing people, fireflies, bonfires, fog, gloomy weather, rain, thunder, Irish and Scottish nature, being playful, flirting, being in his bird form, dancing, binging Netflix with his sister, cats, popcorn, the smell of condoms - although he never wears them, chocolate covered bananas, salty tomatoes, sugar coated oranges, bacon, smoked meat in general, mead, sweet plums, clubbing, getting drunk, exploring, meeting new people and singing although he can’t carry a tune. ~ Always wears black, wears a gold cross in his left ear, and almost always wears his hair in pigtails. ~ Often assumed to be a snob, really isn’t at all.

Ciaran’s tag Ciaran’s house/home Ciaran’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe him:

One song to describe him: Dua Lipa - Levitating Featuring DaBaby Personal play list: 1. Ava Max - My Head & My Heart 2. Bebe Rexha - Sacrifice 3. The Weeknd - Blinding Lights 4. Sub Urban - Cirque 5. Sia and David Guetta - Floating Through Space 6. Jason Derulo - Take You Dancing 7. Daft Punk - Veridis Quo 8. MEDUZA - Paradise ft. Dermot Kennedy 9. Sam Smith - Diamonds 10. Shawn Mendes - Wonder 11. David Guetta & Sia - Let's Love 12. Sean Paul - No Lie ft. Dua Lipa 13. MAGIC! - Rude 14. ATB, Topic, A7S - Your Love (9PM) 15. Bruno Mars - Finesse (Remix) (feat. Cardi B) 16. Black Eyed Peas, Nicky Jam, Tyga - VIDA LOCA 17. Imagine Dragons - Follow You 18. Black Eyed Peas, Shakira - GIRL LIKE ME 19. Billie Eilish, Khalid - lovely 20. Dua Lipa - Last Dance

#Ciaran McKinney #immortal #supernatural #demon #Irish demon #simographysup

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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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As I read your post about needing Benny requests, I’m listening to Ed Sheehan. So, naturally I’m gonna ask for some super fluffy stuff. I was thinking maybe they’ve been dating for a little bit but they’re only just realising they’re in love? So I guess, the first I love you or the first “oh god I love this person” moment.

ahhhhh this is so soft im gonna pass out

warnings: two very brief mentions of sex but really this is just all fluff

Advent Blurbs: Day 9

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Ben first suspected he might be in love with you the day he texted you and you didn’t respond for five hours. Up to that point such a long silence from you would have made him worry and panic. Part of that was just cause he liked you and wanted to talk to you even when you weren’t there and so not getting a response made him wonder if he was more invested than you were or if you didn’t care as much. And then of course that train of thought would lead to wondering if maybe you didn’t actually like him or if you found him annoying. And then he’d remember you worked in the same building as your ex and what if he’d won you back somehow and you were off with him right now, having sex in a supply closet or something. But not this time. This time it didn’t even cross his mind to be anxious about your silence. You were at work, probably not able to look at your phone right away but you’d get back to him eventually. So when you responded all those hours later saying that yes you’d be over that night and apologising because you’d left your phone at home, Ben didn’t even bat an eye. He checked his fridge to make sure he had all the ingredients for a quick and easy dinner and then checked the freezer to make sure he had some of your favourite ice cream for dessert. And he thought about you and the late text and confidence he’d had that you would answer. Surely that was a sign he was serious about you, falling for you or maybe already in love with you. Then again, it had only been a few months and he wouldn’t want to scare you off now by even suggesting his feelings might be that deep. And maybe it wasn’t love, maybe it was just that he was maturing or something.

The love theory was confirmed just over a month later, on a cold quiet night. He’d never liked the cold much. He had a habit of closing himself off more during winter, falling into moody patches he found hard to get out of on his own. But it didn’t seem like such a problem with you around. The night he knew he loved you, he’d arrived at your place wrapped up in a scarf and a thick jacket. He’d let himself in with his key and you’d come hurrying over to greet him with a quick peck on the lips.

“I’ve already ordered dinner so I hope Chinese is okay with you. You know how busy they usually are at this time and I’m fucking starving so I wanted to get the order in.”

“Chinese is great,” he said as he hung his jacket up on the hook beside your door and followed you further into the apartment, finding a host of burning candles, some with wood wicks that crackled like a fireplace, some with soft sweet smells.

“I love that sweater,” you said offhandedly as you settled back in your spot on the couch, tucked up under a blanket large enough for Ben to join you. Of course, he knew you liked the sweater because you’d stolen it more than once. (His favourite time was when he woke up to you making breakfast in just the sweater a few weeks after you’d started going out. He’d nearly burnt himself in his rush to lift you onto the bench and have you again) and he’s almost tempted to take it off too and let you have it for the night, or longer. That way when he got it back it would smell like you. But the thought sparks other thoughts which occupy Ben even as you settle in for a quiet night, content to be doing separate things while you’re together on the couch. The TV was on and you were both half watching it as you scrolled through your phones, sometimes showing each other a meme or video that crossed your path, sometimes just bitching about a particularly hard Candy Crush level. Eventually you end up cuddled up together, Ben’s head on your chest and your fingers absentmindedly stroking his hair. And Ben is still thinking. About this, about you. The candles you lit because your apartment can be kind of drafty and you know he’s more comfortable when he’s warm. The way you ordered his favourite dish even though it’s not one you particularly like. The little things you do for him all the time. And then he thinks about what it would be like living with you, decorating your house with candles in pretty holder and indoor plants in pots you could paint together. Your regular take out menus hung on the fridge with magnets. Coming home to you in his sweater. Maybe a pet, a dog you pick out together. It’s these last ideas, the ones about a potential future with you, that make Ben sure he loves you. He lifts his head with the idea of telling you but stops when he sees how you’re fighting off sleep. Instead he kisses your temple and tells you to go to bed and he’ll be in as soon as he’s blown out the last candles. He’s not sure he would have said it anyway. Knowing it was one thing, saying it was another.

Ben did vocalise his feelings though, a few weeks later. It had been on his mind a lot since that night. Wondering if it was too early to say it, wondering if you could be in love with him too or at least getting there, in the process of falling maybe. But he wasn’t sure and he didn’t want to make you think you had to say it back if you didn’t feel it too, so he kept it to himself. Until he couldn’t anymore. It just came out. You’d popped into a grocery store on your way to his with the intention of buying biscuits to have with a coffee. But you’d got a few other items too, some to take back to your apartment, some for Ben. Chief among them was a pack of toilet paper.

“I noticed you were running low last night and wasn’t sure you’d have had time to go to the shop today so I figured I’d pick it up for you.”

“I love you.”

Ben could have kicked himself. You gave him loo roll and he went and dropped the L word? Who does that? And you looked a little shocked by the revelation. He was on the verge of taking it back, or assuring you he didn’t need to hear it in return when you smiled.

“I love you too.”

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2020 #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #Anonymous

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badsext · 3 years

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I know this is a non-Halloween related one, but could I get a robbie x reader fic where the reader isn't cleanly shaved anywhere, and when it's time to get intimate, she gets insecure. he reassures her, and fluffy smut ensues. 👉👈

Natural: Robert Sheehan x (Fem) Reader

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it.

⚠️ Drugs, Alcohol, and Smut including unprotected sex

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“It’s not a party. Niki takes one last toke on her vape. “It’s just a small group of friends getting together,” she says on the exhale. She offers you some, but the contact high inside the car is more than enough. Your anxious mind doesn’t want you too relaxed.

“I just think it’s a little weird that we had to park in the cul-de-sac.”

“I’m just being polite.”

“And you know someone at this party?”

Niki scowls at you playfully. “I know, I know, not a party.” You hold your hands up in mock defense.

You follow her on foot through a very nice neighborhood and up a steep incline. Suddenly Niki stops at what you assume must be your destination, a huge modern six bedroom house. She grabs your wrist. “Come on.” Breaking into a trot, she circles you around to the back of the house. “Now just blend in.” You look around. There must be thirty people in the backyard alone. You shoot Niki a look of betrayal, but she has already struck up a conversation with an attractive group of strangers. She winks. You slink off to find the bathroom.

The line stretches down the hall. “God, you’d think with a house this size there would be more available bathrooms,” you say somewhat rhetorically to the stranger next to you. You see him only in profile. “There are actually four bathrooms in this house,” he says. “The two upstairs are being used for some kind of intervention and ritualistic bathing.” His voice and his accent sound familiar.

“Really, okay,” you laugh. “What about the fourth one?”

“Oh, that one is for the cats. There’s a sign on the door.” He turns to get a better look at you and you recognize him. It’s Robert Sheehan. Your mind suddenly goes blank and you have to remind yourself to blink.

“Cats, yeah,” you mumble. You’ll have to snap out of it if you want to continue this conversation. “I’m y/n.”

“Rob.” He bobs his head in greeting.

Suddenly the bathroom door opens and its occupant emerges, holding the door for Rob to take his place. “You wanna go first?,” he offers.

“Thanks, it it’s not that serious. I actually just got here and I’m nervous about meeting new people so I’m stalling.”

He smiles. “Cheers, then.” The door closes behind him.

You stand there berating yourself for the 2.5 minutes he is in there pissing and washing his hands. He opens the door with smile and a gleam in his eye. “Will you come meet me in the kitchen for a drink when you’re done?”

“Um, yeah,” you respond happily, but with a hint of skepticism.

You look in the bathroom mirror just long enough to psych yourself up and not out. Then you head trepidatiously to the kitchen. Rob sees you from across the room and comes over with two bottles and an opener.

“Y/N, you made it! Beer?” Your name sounds so good in his voice.

“Sure.”

He opens it for you and clinks his bottle with yours. “To meeting new people...Shall we mingle?” You nod. He leads you back to the patio. There are a cluster of chairs facing one another. You take the one closest to Rob. Rob waves and greets the others “Dan, Steve, this is y/n.”

“Hey. We were just talking about strip clubs,” Dan admits.

“What do you think of them?”

Rob laughs. “I’ve been dragged to a few. I prefer burlesque.”

“How about you, y/n?”

“You don’t have to answer that.” Rob senses this topic might make you uncomfortable.

“No, it’s okay. I’ve only ever seen them in the movies.” You want to blend in, make friends. “It’s funny, I’ve always been curious what happens in a real strip club after they cut away. Do they take off their bottoms?” You regret the words as soon as they come out of your mouth, a misguided attempt to be ‘one of the guys.’

“Depends on the club.”

“Wow, ok.”

“They do the splits and you can see everything.” The guys make faces at each other.

“Do they like move the hair?”

“The hair? What kind of fucked up 1970’s strip club are you talking about? No, they don’t have pubic hair!” Dan laughs. “Everybody shaves. Pubic hair is gross. I don’t know anybody who doesn’t shave.”

“Yeah.” You respond looking into your beer.

Rob turns to you and says loud enough for all to hear, “Let’s go somewhere else. I didn’t realize these guys were such assholes.”

It was a sore subject. You had very sensitive skin and from the first time you tried it shaving caused painful, visibly red irritation that never seemed to go away. You tried every razor, lotion and depilatory cream in existence, but it was no use. Finally a few years ago you decided you were better off with the hair than enduring such extreme measures to remove it. Fuck society and their beauty standards. Accept you hated the judgement whenever your hairy skin was exposed. When the weather got warm you started wearing long bohemian skirts to hide your legs and sheer coverups to hide your underarms. Draping yourself in long loose delicate fabrics became your signature look. It made you feel magical.

“I’m sorry about those guys,” Rob says walking away. “For the record, I do not share those opinions.” He tucks a few stray curls behind his ear with a smile. “Do you want to go somewhere less crowded, get something to eat? I’m already sick of this party.”

“I thought it wasn’t a party.”

“What?”

“Sorry, it’s an inside joke I have with my friend, Niki. She brought me here. I should tell her I’m leaving.”

“Where is she?”

“God only knows. I’ll text her.”

Rob pointed to the door behind him. “This is my room. I’m going to change and charge my phone.”

“Wait, your room? You live here?”

“No, I’m only staying a few nights in the guest room. Want to meet me back here in ten minutes so we can go?”

“Perfect.” As you go to find Niki, you realize that Robert Sheehan essentially just asked you on a date and walked you to his room.

Niki is found in the living room singing and playing the piano. An audience has gathered to watch. From across the room you give her the signal that you are leaving. She smiles and flashes a thumbs up between piano chords. That is when you notice the butterflies in your stomach. Rob is waiting for you.

You dash down the hall, footsteps speeding up to match your elevated heart rate. Your free flowing garments flutter behind you as you approach the guest room. Rob answers the door, looks at you and smiles. “Are you ready?” You stumble forward into his arms for a kiss. He responds, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you inside. At this proximity you become aware of his scent, thick and sweet. You part your lips for him, the feel of his tongue gliding against yours casting sparks down to your core.

He pulls his lips from yours and grasps your hand. “Would you like to see where this goes?” He searches your eyes for doubt. Your doubts are not for him but for yourself.

So he is not grossed out by a woman who doesn’t shave her pussy, but what about a woman who doesn’t shave at all? There is no way to be sure if you don’t ask, but asking might kill the mood.

He can sense you are conflicted about something. “We can still go out now if you-“

You sit down on the edge of the bed. “Before this goes any further, I think I should tell you that I don’t shave...anywhere.”

“You don’t?” His voice is soft.

You shake your head.

“Anywhere?” He arches an eyebrow.

“Nope.”

He looks down at your feet. “May I?”

You slip one foot out of its sandal and place your heel in Rob’s open palm. He rests the sole of your foot against his chest. The angle of your leg causes the fabric of your skirt to ride up. Your breath gets caught in your throat as Rob glides his hand slowly along your unshaven calf. He smiles deviously before tickling you right behind your very ticklish knees. You giggle and thrash around, pulling him on top of you in the process. Once the laughter subsides you hold each others gaze for a moment. You always thought he was gorgeous on film, but now, experiencing him in the flesh...You are spellbound.

Both of you start to undress. You instinctively cross your arms over your chest to hide the hair under your arms. Rob reaches up to cradle your face in his hand. “You don’t have to hide this with me.” He kisses the top of your shoulder while his green eyes stare. “I fancy you.” Your arms relax and a little smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. “There you are.”

You kiss him hungrily as your hand slides down to grasp his hard length. Rob inhales a shallow breath at the sudden presence of your touch. You start to work him up and down a little, but he stays focused on you. He boldly plunges his long fingers into your fuzzy little nest of curls. Rob rubs your clit in little circles while his mouth finds your nipple. You whimper and moan at the sensations building inside you. Then you are shocked by the sudden absence of his mouth on your breast. You open your eyes to find him nestled between your legs with his long hair tucked behind his ears.

“Oh, Rob you don’t have to-“

But his fingers are already gently separating your labia and his tongue is already licking you in perfect rhythmic strokes. He looks up at you and smiles. His licking turns to gentle sucking. It feels so good you grind back against his face. He slides his hands underneath you to draw you closer and squeeze your ass. Your body convulses into a powerful orgasm. He slides back up to gage your reaction, his lips coated with your essence. He picks a stray hair off his tongue.

“Fuck me, Robbie. I want you to fill me.”

Robbie grabs your hips and buries his stiff cock into your slick opening. He stretches you just right, grinding on your swollen clit. Each thrust bringing you closer and closer. Your muscles contract around him as this orgasm flows through you like waves crashing on the beach. Rob gets such pleasure in watching you cum it triggers his own release. He moans softly and kisses you as he pulls out. Then he throws the blankets over you both to shield you from the excessive air conditioning. “Weren��t we going out somewhere? What would make a good first date?,” he asks.

“‘First’ date?”

Robbie laughs. He is nervous a moment, but you smile and wrap your arm around him. “In a minute. I have to find out where you are ticklish.”

#robert sheehan smut #Robert Sheehan x reader #Robert Sheehan fan fic #Robert Sheehan request #robert sheehan imagine #unshaven #unshaven Reader

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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Sinfully Sweetheart HC. Pt 5

Hinata, Lev and Kenma

feat. Kuroo

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt. 6

Sorry this is soooo long???? and a mess and sorry if this is trash but I feel like Hinata is way too innocent to get what’s going on rn

SOO LETS START

So you know each other since you were small

Your as cheerful and positive as him

You also like to please everyone

So you’re rather kind and helpful

Because your so close to Hinata everyone

And I mean EVERYONE thought you’re just as innocent / obvious than him

Including Hinata himself

you two went to Kenmas birthday party

The rest of the team was also invited because Kuroo forced him to give a proper birthday PARTY

So it’s team Nekoma and Team Karasuno

And Bokuto + Akaashi ( Gym 3 sticks together - ride or die ✊🏼)

Oh and yes Fukurodanis Managers ( Yukie and Kaori) are there too making it 5 girls and about 20+ guys lol )

Yes Kuroo did tease Kenma for having like no female friends

And yes Kenma did clap back asking him why HE haven’t brought some of his female friends

Now everyone is dancing and having a good time

You sit together with Kenma, Kuroo, Hinata, Yaku and Lev talking about the latest Switch games

You’re being the sunshine you are, kept smiling and laughing

Always helping Lev out when Yaku and Kuroo kept teasing him

It was really fun

THENNN Yamamoto and Tanaka come over to your little group

„Hey, we thought about going some truth or dare? You’re in?“

You all nodded and walked over to the others

NOW the real fun starts

Yamamoto was the first one to spin

The bottle lands onnnnnnnnn

Kageyama

„Truth“ he simply says

„BUhhh that’s so boring“ Hinata complains

„TELL US. WHO was the last person you kissed?“ Yamamoto asks

Kags blushes

„Uhm I can’t remember ..“

„OHHH SHUT UP YOU DO!!“ Hinata is laughing his ass of

„STOP IT BOKE“

„OHH NO I WONT“

„Ok what happened?“ Yuki asks

„He Kissed Oikawa“ Tsuki simply says and smirks

„I DID NOT“ a red Tags complains

„YOU DID!!!“ Hinata laughs

„Ok to be fair - he fell on top of him while they where in one of their typical arguments and it just happened“ you tried to help

„Y/N stop trying to be so nice - he kissed him end of the story.“ Tanaka laughs

Tags takes the bottle and angrily spins it

And it lands onnnnn

LEV

„Dare“ he puffs his chest

„I dare you to uhh .. hug Yachi“

„WHAAAAT“ Yashi panics lol

„It’s just a hug - you’re here with the big guys so this will be the most innocent thing that’s going to happen“ Kuroo

„Kuroo. No. Hinata,Y/N, and Yamaguchi are here“ Sugawara comments

Meanwhile lev got up already as red as Yachi and walked over to her and bend down to hug her

It’s the most awkward thing you see.

She’s as stiff as person can be, arms hanging down her sides

He looks like some cracked stick?

Its a MESS

But hey they made it

Yachi stopped working but oh well

After some more rounds the bottle lands on you

And it was Hinatas turn to ask

„Truth“ you say

„Ok y/n just one question why did you and your best friend called this one musician a Daddy?”

You chocked on your drink, Kuroo and Bokuto are rolling on the floor laughing and Sugawara together with Daichi faceplam

„Uhm .. idk who you’re talking about?“ You smile

„You know .. what was he called.. Skepta?“ ( I’m so sorry but besides that he is litterly a daddy since he’s got a cute babygirl he’s also a daddy. During his concert my best friend and I were dying and some guy behind us was like: yes I know he’s a daddy )

„Ohhh yeah he has a little daughter that’s why“ you smile happy that you could keep up your cover

„Ohhh damn and here was thinking our litte y/n isn’t as innocent as we all think“ Kaori laughs

Sugawara and Daichi are now really relieved lol

The next rounds contained :

Kenma giving Hinata a kiss on the cheek

Bokuto telling his most embarrassing story - it did include him in bed having fun alone and his aunt walking in

Tsukishima giving everyone a compliment

Etc

Now the bottle was on Kuroo

„Dare“ he says as if its nothing

„Ok I dare you to dance with y/n for 3 songs. And I choose them“ Akaashi says

„WHAT but - why me??“ You whine

„ I mean, Yukie had do give Tanaka a kiss, Kaorie is already wasted, Yachi is still broken and Kiyoko - well I don’t want to fully kill Tanaka“ he explained

„ I go easy on you“ Kuroo smirks

So Akaashi takes out his phone, connects it to the speakers and goes through his library

The Take - Tory Lanez feat Chris Brown is on ( THE LYRICS THO already at the beginning lol - one of the best songs to make out to / have sex - fight me)

„YOU CANT BE SERIOUS NOW“ you scream

„AKAASHI THERE ARE KIDS IN THE ROOM“ Daichi scrams and covers hinatas ears while Yaku does the same to Lev

„Oh this will ne fun“ Kuroo smirks and winks he looks down at you

So he gently lays his hands on your hips and moves you to the beat

„I know you’re not really comfy rn so just follow me I’ll do the work“ he smiles because HE IS SOFTY and doenst want you to feel uncomfortable

„Nah this is totally fine“ you smile „Just protect me from Daichi and Suga afterwards“

„Why should -” he begins but you already put your hands around his neck and roll your hips

„Ohh - so the daddy wasn’t because he got a daughter“ he smirks

You just let your hands wander down his chest as you slowly go down to your knees, while still moving your hips to the beat

Hiantas eyes WIDEN ??? What happened to you??

He gets all flustered ??

Looking next to him he saw that Kenmas eyes are focused on your body - he’s never so focused except whe he plays games???

You’re moving back up rn arching your back

„Doesn’t this hurt“ Sugawara asks himself

Kuroo Hands are on your ass rn ( like its not his faut, its your for having such a great booty??)

Akaashi switches the song to Own it by Stormy ( for real tho I was at one of his concerts this February and guys. he could have taken me right there and I’d feel blessed ) feat Ed Sheehan and Burna Boy

So you smile and turn around pressing yourself on Kuroo

„Girl I love how you roll it, I put my hand there, hold it.“ And he puts his hands right under your belly and you start to move your hips Shakira level

You’re still arching your back and everyone can see that Kuroo is enjoying this way too much

Lev on the other hand

After the first song he was in shock

Now he’s slowly waking up and well his eyes are hearts now

Kenma is still fixed on you and

He put his PSP away??

Hinata I still flustered and doesn’t know how to talk

„Uhm Daichi - This - I- why - why is Kuroo smirking I - and why is Bokuto Whistling ?“

„HINATA LOOK AWAY“ Suga scrams over the music

„Kenma.. is this really happening rn?“Lev whispers

He just nods and finally realised WHAT HE WAS LOOKING AT

And now he’s ALL RED ???

And feels guilty?? Like why was he so amazed by the way you moved and why was he jealous of his best friend rn??

Lev still doesn’t really get what is happening lol

You put one of your hands behind Kuroo neck and start body rolling

By NOW. Hinata is still flustered don’t get me wrong but also mad?? Like why are his friends looking at HIS BEST FRIEND like that??

„KENMA why are you blushing?! What are you thinking??“ He asks

„No-Nothing . I just want this to be finished“ he mumbles but hell no.

he’s actually thinking some really different stuff which made him not able to look at you for the rest of the night

The last song begins

And SUGA was going to KILL Akaashi. How could he be so reckless

He and Daichi btw are way too focused to keep everyone in check to really focus on what you and Kuroo were doing

You keep to singing to the song and feel Kuroos lips on your neck

„I do think the only way to save you is that you stay really close by my side for the rest of the evening“ he growls and kisses your neck

„To hide something?“ You tease and press your his against his crotch

NOW the last song is up

And yes sorry I had to use this

PONY - Ginuwine

SO you’re now fully feeling yourself

And push Kuroo down on the sofa (Its a big one ok)

RIGHT between KENMA AND LEV

And you start giving him kind of a ✨lap dace ✨

You trun around, your hands gliding up and down ypur hips and you move roll your body

Bend over back up and walk to Kuroo kneeling over him ( like his legs are in-between yours ) And you hover over him moving as if your riding him, hands moving up and down your body

SO your in your Element, Kuroos is enjoying it and everything is fine right?

KENMA on your left isn’t moving? He’s trying his best to NOT look next to him

But now you stand up again?? And he is straight up looking at you??

And you move your body in such a sexy way??

He never thought of you in that way and now he’s all SHY

LEV could’t take his eyes off of you even for just a second

In his mind he’s just : omg omg omg omg - mum I have sinned

He doesn’t even realise that his nose started bleeding?

Like ? Is this what it feels like when you’re watching porn??

Is this sex??

Because it SURE feels like sex to him

Hinata is still asking Daichi what’s going on

Tanaka trying to explain it to him AND KAGS but they just don’t get it?

„But why is Kuroo so smug?“ Hinata asks?

„She’s just dancing?“ Kags

„I woudnt call this just dancing“ Bokuto smirks

So now it makes klick in Hinata head

And he FINALLY realises what’s going on

„OMG Y/N STOP“ he screams and grabs you and pulls you away from Kuroo

Lev and Kenma wake up from their trance

„Haha Hinata chill“ Kuroo laughs and CAUSALLY crosses his legs

„CHILL. THIS WAS REAL LIFE PORN?“ Sugawara screams

„I thought you’d know that this wasn’t porn?“ Akaashi laughs

„ ITS NOT FUNNY. JUST look at poor LEV!“

And everyone does

And start laughing

„Uhm I go to the bathroom real quick“ he gets up and runs out of the room

„Have funnnn“ Kuroo teases

„Now Hinata can I get y/n back?“ He smirks

„NO!!!“

„Omg Hinata let me go“ you laugh and walk over to Kuroo who pulls you in his lap for REASONS

„You ruined her !!“ Hinata whines

„I, for once, need to agree with him“ Daichi

You just roll your eyes and look over to Kenma

„Hey Kenma? You okay?“

No answer, Kuroo waves his hand in front of his eyes

Still no reaction

„WOW you BROKE HIM TOO!“ Sugawara complains

Lev’s now back and he can’t look at you anymore after what he just did and most importantly what he thought of

„Why too?“ Kuroo asks and looks around the room just to see most of the others showing no reaction and are rather red

The rest of the evening was quite chill

They decided to play some games

And Kenma lost all the time?

Lev was having a pillow on his lap the whole time

And Hinata was questioning reality because he felt stuff he shouldn’t feel because of you? But now he does and grabs Levs Pillow.

Daichi and Suga are discussing how’s the best way to have THE TALK with Hinata and probs also Kageyama judging by the look on his face.

#haikyuu hinata #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hc #haikyuu!!#haikyuu requests #haikyuu reactions #haikyuu lev #lev haiba #haikyuu kenma #kenma headcanons #haikyū!!#haikyuuwritersnet

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motownfiction · 2 years

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lost in a corn maze

Every year, the high school at St. Catherine’s chooses six students per class to lead the younger students in good decision making. The students nominate each other – sometimes as a joke, mostly genuinely. Big Leaders, they call them. Not very creative, to be certain, but par for the course at a tiny Catholic school. In the fall of 1983, Katie Sheehan is one of the six freshmen selected to be a Big Leader.

She’s not really sure what got her to this point. Most of the other students have known her since before kindergarten, and they know she’s on the quiet side. Kind, of course, but quiet. Not much of a leader, even if there are days when she feels like one. When the teachers tell her she’s been voted in, she accepts because she doesn’t know what else to do. Besides, she thinks, sometimes, she’ll be able to miss math class to do interactive Bible study with some kids at the elementary school next door. Nothing she hates more than math class, except for maybe science class. Lab goggles don’t look good on anybody.

On a weekend in October, the school takes the Big Leaders to a corn maze. Some treat or something. It’s not mandatory, but Katie goes, mostly because she doesn’t have anything better to do. She likes the fresh air, anyway. And as it turns out, she’s pretty good at finding her way through corn mazes. She leads a whole team of high school students out of the easy maze and the medium one. Some of the older students have even taken to calling her “Biggest Leader.” A year ago, she would have hated to admit it, but she likes the sound of it. The sound of approval. When you feel broken inside, like God made a mistake on you, there’s no sweeter sound than acceptance. No sweeter sound than clicking into place.

When it comes time to walk the most challenging corn maze, almost no one but Katie is up for it. The only other person who comes along is Steph Armstrong, a pretty blonde junior who was not chosen to be one of the Big Leaders – at least, not right away. She’s a replacement on account of the girl who was actually chosen being kicked off the team by the teachers. A load of bullshit, Katie thinks, but she likes Steph. She’s an easy person to walk through a corn maze with. She sings the wrong words to the “Safety Dance” (We can dance! We can dance! Everybody take off your pants!), but she’s cool. Nice. Good energy. Pretty.

As it turns out, Steph is an easy person to get lost in a corn maze with, too. Katie’s not sure what happened. She was doing such a good job before, but now, it’s like she can hardly breathe. Maybe it’s the smell of Steph’s perfume. Vanilla, maybe. A little bit of cinnamon. No matter what flavor she’s trying to smell like, it’s distracting. Katie can’t get it out of her mind.

“Maybe we should just turn here,” Steph suggests at a random point.

Katie throws up her arms and sighs.

“I guess,” she says. “Anything’s better than nothing at this point.”

They take the turn at the divet, and Steph sighs. She stuffs her hands in the pockets of her blue coat and kicks at the dirt beneath her shoes.

“Sorry,” she says, though it’s not immediately clear why she’d be apologizing. “I guess this is why nobody actually picked me to be a Big Leader.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that, anyway?” Katie asks. “Are the rumors true?”

“About how our class picked Lucy, but the teachers kicked her out as soon as they found out she’s pregnant? Yeah, it’s totally true. I’m a last-minute replacement for a teen mom. I’m not sure what part of that is the most pathetic.”

“Could just be me, but I’m pretty sure it’s the part where our beloved teachers punished a girl for having sex.”

Steph snorts, which makes Katie feel inexplicably good about herself. There’s that vanilla-cinnamon smell again. Maybe it’s in her hair.

“Yeah, that’s part of it,” she says. “Gotta love Catholic school.”

“What’s funny to me is that Lucy’s still doing everything they expect a Big Leader to do,” Katie says. “Like, even if they wanna call sex a mistake, which it isn’t, she’s still gonna have the baby. She and Will are still getting married soon. I mean, you’d think they’d be happy about it.”

Steph snorts again and nods like Katie is the wisest woman in the world. Once again, it makes her inexplicably happy.

“Tell me about it,” Steph says. “It’s the weirdest thing. I mean … I, for one, think Lucy should still be here instead of me. When I think of myself as a leader … God, it makes me laugh, and I don’t mean in a good way.”

Katie pauses and takes a long look at Steph. She’s never thought much about her before. Before today, she knew that Steph Armstrong was Sam Doyle’s girlfriend, that she’d be more popular if she didn’t hate most of the popular kids, that she was an artist, and that she was very beautiful. But none of that felt personal until they got lost in a corn maze together. None of that felt real until she got up close. Now, she sees that there’s something strong about Steph. Something that makes it easy to follow her, even for Katie, who’s supposed to be the leader on this expedition. She laughs to herself. She’s not really sure what she’s feeling, only that somehow, it seems funny.

“What are you talking about?” Katie finally asks. “I think you could be a good leader.”

Steph smiles a little before she ends up rolling her eyes.

“Maybe at some things,” she says. “It’s just … I don’t know. After this past summer, I don’t think anybody wants me to teach them about the Ten Commandments. Can we say that?”

Katie nods, but she’s not really sure what Steph is talking about. At least, she doesn’t want to be sure. She figured that she wasn’t Ave Armstrong or anything, despite taking over for St. Catherine’s very own pregnant girl, but somehow, it still feels unbelievable. It still feels unbelievable that Katie could stand next to someone only two years her senior and know that there’s a big difference between them … know exactly what that difference is … she shudders.

“Sure,” Katie finally says. “Let’s say that.”

Steph exhales and laughs like she’s shaking off a million pounds of armor. She speeds her walk up a little, and in a few minutes, they are out of the corn maze. A congregation of people waits there to congratulate them on making it out alive, but the corn mazes are the least of Katie’s concerns now.

Now, all she can think about is Steph. Steph and that vanilla-cinnamon scent in her pretty blonde hair.

Katie tries not to think too hard about what that might mean. She closes her eyes, and by the time she opens them again, Steph is gone. Swept away by adoring fans in other students. And even though Katie looks around the corn for her, she knows she’ll never find her again.

Not for a long, long time.

#drabble #writeblr #ch: katie sheehan #ch: steph armstrong #ship: happy together #year: 1983

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misskittysmagicportal · 3 years

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MadLibs Ask

Dear [adjective] fic writer, who [insert benefit of reading their work],

When you write for [character name], are you picturing [actor name] + [verb] + [other kinds of words containing your question]

Here’s mine…

Adjective: extraordinarily talented and frequently naughty

Benefit: keeps me from drowning in my tea out of loneliness and a sinking awareness of the futility of existence or whatever

Character Name: Rob’s characters

Actor Name: Rob Sheehan

Question: When you write for Rob’s characters, are you picturing Rob playing the character you’re writing for? Or is the character an actual living, breathing human who exists irl? Like, if you looked your [Klaus] in the eye, would you see Rob’s spark somewhere back in there, or is it 100% Klaus Hargreeves who just happens to look like an actor you like?

Question inspired by @iamsexytrash ‘s very real Klaus Hargreeves. I never realized I always read Rob’s characters as Rob’s characters, rather than real people.

Rob's characters are all very real to me. He's so different than quite a bit of them, but has sprinkles of a few in his waking life. IE: he is VERY Nathan. He skews towards: What can I say that's filthy at the most inoppurtune time and will get a laugh or rise from everyone in my presence?

But I do see, ESPECIALLY Leon and Jack and now Nikolai (I write them the most) as living and breathing creations. I have taken them further than they were meant to go. I left Rob long ago, and I hope you have been able to see these men (and their partners) like I do.

I have built an entire tree around the root that was Leon in Moonwalkers. He has a family with parents and grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles. Now he has a wife and children and connects to Reginald Hargreeves and that world. He's got a last name and an education and possible special powers of his own. I gave him a companion who was constructed from scratch and fashioned completely for him. They've got a home and careers and memories and so do their children. I'm only just beginning to mold Leon's daughter as an adult herself, and Nikolai is following.

As for Jack, I've not focused much on his childhood. I would like to think I've taken great care with him as an adult though. Given him love for the first time and affection and sex and desire. He's got a relationship with his sister and people who genuinely love him and care for him. He's got a job of his own and a handle on his ability because he's with others who have them too. I gave him TWO somebodies to love and desire 😉 Rin has been designed, like Honey, specifically for Jack (ok and Roland lol). She's still learning and growing herself.

#too big of an answer lol #whoops

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seanfalco · 4 years

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Hello! I’ve read your Klaus fics and I absolutely love them! I was thinking, do you think I could request Y/N being fed up with Klaus and this time she doesn’t take him back. She found herself a new lover that treats her right and who she loves very much?

Words: 1.4k a/n: Decided to make this a sort of alternate non canon ending to Only When You’re Lonely. Prepare to hurt. Though is it fair of me to base reader’s new love interest off another Robert Sheehan character? because it makes me feel better anyway. Also catch me using parallels to current angst in Burning Out lol.

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The day Klaus had waltzed back into your life with a coffee and some sweet words, you really thought you’d be able to stay just friends for once, but you soon found that keeping him at arm’s length was much harder than you’d ever anticipated. Especially when he seemed hellbent on winning you back.

Of course, you knew what he was doing -- you knew Klaus better than anyone and it didn’t help that he was trying so damn hard.

Why couldn’t he try this hard all the time if he cares so much, a tiny voice in your head asked and as much as you hated to admit it, it had a point.

However, the harder he tried and the longer this went on, the more torn you felt. Sean was a good guy -- one of the best you’d met in a long while and let’s face it, he didn’t come with the baggage that Klaus did.

You loved Klaus, you knew you probably always would, but you didn’t know how many more times your heart could take him leaving, to not committing when you gave him everything and you knew Sean could see it, the hesitation in your gaze whenever Klaus was around and you knew it wasn’t fair to him.

For once you found a keeper and you were going to drive him away because you couldn’t get over your ex -- hell, you couldn’t even technically call Klaus that, seeing as you’d never actually officially dated.

It was the night Klaus showed up at your show and you saw him in the crowd with Sean that you knew something wasn’t right, and as you pushed your way to them at the bar, your stomach prickled anxiously.

Covering your unease with a bright smile you embraced Klaus, feeling him melt in your arms as if he never wanted to leave before you pulled away to brush a kiss to Sean’s cheek, fitting yourself to his side, his arm wrapped rather possessively around you and you wondered what they’d talked about while you’d been on stage. The tense look on Sean’s face said it hasn’t been pleasant.

At his urging you bade Klaus goodnight and followed Sean out to his car outside. “[y/n],’ he began in a quiet voice as he got behind the wheel and you flinched, preparing to get dumped. Because who were you fooling? You knew this moment had been coming sooner or later the moment you’d let Klaus back in.

“Why are you letting him do this to you?”

Wait, what? Sean’s words took you aback and you blinked at him for a moment.

“Do… what?” you asked, though he knew you knew what he meant.

“Klaus,” he answered, filling the name with scorn. “Why are you letting him manipulate you?” he asked sadly, his eyes swinging to you, his lilting voice cracking. “I care about you [y/n], hell, I think I might even love you, and it’s killing me to watch this. Can’t you see he’s taking advantage of your feelings for him? And what then?” he asked, taking a shuddering breath, “... leave you again when it gets too hard? You deserve more than that.”

Love? Had Sean just said he loved you?

A strange combination of elation and fear filled you. As much as you hated it, you knew he was right. How many times would Klaus enter your bed, your heart, your life, only to leave again without warning? How many times would you let him? You couldn’t keep doing this.

You didn’t want to keep wondering if the man you loved would still be there the next morning. You wanted more and Sean was offering you that.

“Sean, I -- you’re right,” you said, trying to keep the tremor from your voice. “I deserve more,” you murmured, “and you’ve been nothing but sweet, and supportive, and everything I’ve ever wanted, and I want to be with you,” you admitted, your eyes finding his.

“Did you mean it when you said you loved me?” you asked in a tiny voice and a small smile crossed his face, hesitant, but full of affection.

“I did,” he answered, reaching across the center console to take your hand in his, his thumb lightly brushing over your skin. “You have to promise me, though,” he murmured, his smile faltering, “that I’m not just… a replacement. Because I can’t… I won’t be that. I don’t just want to be the next best thing.”

Wishing there was nothing between you at that moment, you reached across to him, caressing the side of his face, your heart giving a thrill as he leaned into your touch.

“I promise,” you insisted, your heart swelling and breaking all at once, “I love you for you.”

Sean’s dazzling smile widened and you found yourself smiling as well, despite the tears running down your cheeks.

——

It was late the next afternoon when you woke, crawling out of Sean’s bed, despite his protests, telling him there was something you needed to take care of first.

With a shaky breath you dialed Klaus’s number, hoping he still had minutes on his phone. It would’ve been easier to simply ghost him, in fact, that’s probably what he would’ve done to you, you thought bitterly, but before you could chicken out he’d answered the phone.

“[y/n]!” he answered brightly, as if he’d been expecting your call and your stomach knotted further.

“Hey, Klaus…” you replied, trying to keep your voice even. “Uhm, can we meet somewhere?” you asked, scrubbing the heel of you palm against your eye to keep the tears from falling, unable to stop your sniffle.

“What--what’s wrong?” Klaus asked quickly.

Fuck.

“Uhm, I… I just need to talk to you. Meet me at the square in a half hour?” you asked and he agreed before you quickly hung up, heaving a shaky breath and getting up to get dressed.

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Waiting in the square for him, you took a drag off your cigarette, wishing you had a drink to take the edge off further.

It wasn’t like Klaus was a bad guy, in fact, he was rather sweet, funny, smart -- he just had some flaws, and as much as you wanted him to be there for you, he couldn’t be and you couldn’t keep hurting yourself waiting for him to be.

At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

When you saw him approach, an uneasy expression on his face, you dropped the cigarette and crushed it out underfoot, scooting over so he could take the spot on the bench next to you.

“[y/n], what’s wrong?” he asked again, his eyes searching yours.

Rip it off like a bandaid. Just get it over with.

“Klaus, I--”

“Did that bastard break up with you?” he asked before you could finish, getting fired up. “That asshole, I knew he was no good for you!”

“No, Klaus, he didn’t break up with me,” you exclaimed and he blinked at you in surprise, kohl darkened eyes going wide.

“So… what are you saying?” he asked, his voice going quiet.

“I--I’m saying that I’m staying with him. I really…” you paused, taking a deep breath. “I think I love him, Klaus.”

“Oh,” was all he could say and the pain in his eyes was almost too much to look at.

“I know what you’ve been trying to do,” you said, pressing on, needing to get it out. “And you will always be my closest and most trusted friend, Klaus. Nothing could ever change that, but I want more than you can give. I’m sorry.”

For a long moment neither of you spoke and you were afraid to look over at him, afraid it would break you. But when Klaus slipped his hand in yours your head snapped up to find him smiling softly -- a sad bittersweet smile, but the way he squeezed your hand was reassuring.

“No, I--I get that,” he murmured, “and hey, I might not like the guy, but if he makes you happy…” Klaus trailed off, his grin slipping as his voice cracked, but he quickly bounced back, though you knew it was for your benefit.

“Yeah, yeah, and you know me, I’ll be fine,” he replied, though you were doubtful. “Besides, we… we’ll always be thick as thieves, you and I. Like you said, nothing’ll ever change that, we’ll just be having less sex.”

“Klaus…” you murmured and he shook his head slightly, standing, your hand slipping from his.

“Don’t wanna keep him waiting,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll see ya around, [y/n].”

As you watched him walk away, though your heart was hurting, a sense of relief filled you and you pulled out your phone, texting Sean that you’d be home soon.

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A/N: This is going to be another Robbie fic, but I’m thinking of another person. Emotion and feelings are what I base my writing off of, that’s why it’s so vivid. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut, lots of grinding, dry humping, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, use of weed

You have emotions, so does everyone else. Nobody is going to stop you from feeling how you want to feel, or something that moves you in a certain way. Feelings are feelings. Emotions are emotions. And, by now, you should’ve learned, Robbie Sheehan wearing only bamboo underwear around the house is Robbie Sheehan wearing only bamboo underwear around the house.

“Robbie!” you yell to him from the bathroom.

“Yes!” he shouts back, pausing what he was doing to listen to what you needed.

“Can you come help me get my hair washed?” you replied, holding your shampoo bottle in your hand, preparing your microfiber towel and conditioner in front of you.

His reply was his feet pattering along the rug of your hallway, and he was tying his hair up. He reached out, but you stopped him, urging him to wash his hands.You’d been loving with Robbie since just about when quarantine started. Your house was mostly for when Robbie’s house smelt so much like sex that you had to travel over to your own abode for some time. Half of the both of yours’ time was spent either being intimate, or just having sex. The rest is spent sleeping, cuddling, or eating. It didn’t take the two of you too terribly long to open up to each other, and your relationship was going quite well.

“But they’re gonna get washed anyway!” he whined, still turning on the faucet to clean his fingers.

“I’ve no idea where the fuck your hands have been, and my hair must stay in tip top shape. None of your dick germs must reach these beautiful tendrils.” you say, doing a hair flip.

He mumbled something that sounded like “not like I haven’t spunked in your hair before, not a big deal.” Okay, he’d run out of places to release himself, and it was right there, so he thought fuck it. The next day was a hot fucking mess, to say the least. He almost came at the sight of you, but you had other fish to fry. Your hair was already wet, so all Robbie had to do was put just the right amount of shampoo on your hair, then just massage it in. He sniffed the bottle, accidentally huffing some of it, then checked the ingredients to make sure that no harmful sulfates were going in your hair. Once he was sure that everything was in the right place, he poured an extremely generous amount of shampoo into your quickly drying hair.

“Robbie, I-. How in the name of Jesus Harold Christ did you manage to put a third of the bottle of shampoo in my hair?!” you said, looking at it coating your hair, slowly dripping back into the sink.

“Hehe, oops.” he said, pushing the bottle away, and getting it away from him. He didn’t want to spill the remaining contents on the floor, and or your or his eyes. He began to rub it into your scalp, trying not to tangle your hair too terribly badly. You toweled away the excess, and wrapped it around your neck to avoid the entire wet t-shirt situation. Robbie began to slowly tease you, nipping at dry spots on your neck, and kissing them softly. He tongued them afterwards, and he lost focus on your hair, and began to give you hickeys and lovebites, moaning into them. He looked you in your eyes, piercing them, and leaning his head back.

He continued his motions, and whenever you let out a noise, he mimicked it, grinding into your ass, your shorts not doing much to hide the feeling. It was hot at the moment, and the air conditioner was quite poor at its job. You ground back into him, sending him into a fuss of whimpers, and your hair sat forgotten, the shampoo soaking into your roots. You straighten yourself out, and he uses one hand to grab your hair, pulling it, then reaches the other into your shorts, delving into the heat he’d made you create. You moaned earnestly, and Robbie placed his feet on the other side of yours’, getting better leverage to get himself off. Two fingers made their way into you, covered in your excretions. He scissored them in and out of you, his thumb flicking at your clitoris, eyes rolling back into your head. Robert arched his back, then started dry humping you, and you bent over, taking it like he wanted. There the two of you were, getting off on each other, closing in on your orgasms. The edge was getting closer and closer, like a kayak on the river rapids, rushing towards the waterfall. Your euphoria stretched itself out, and you yelled Robbie’s name into the air. He kissed along your neck, and when you tried grinding back into him, he pushed your hips away, then made quick work of your hair.

You made no big deal of Robbie’s lack of orgasm, sometimes he liked to be teased to the peak, only to be worked back up again. You rinsed your hair for the last time, then put a towel over it to help the drying process. You were quite hungry, and in your post-orgasmic haze, you ate an entire apple, and sat on the floor, still suffering aftershocks. On the patio, the birds chirped, and cicadas buzzed, calling to their brethren from the trees. The trees swayed, and the sun beamed on the grass, creating an illusion of rainbows on the ground. For a while, you sat there in the majesty of nature, taking small breaths, letting the sun soak into your skin. Your hair had long dried when you emerged from your relaxing moment, and the house was the same from when you abandoned it. However, Robert had other plans.

“Oh! Yes, right there!” he said from somewhere in the house. So he was trying to reach his own orgasm. He really is horny all of the time, it seems. You slowly made your way to the hallway, your feet becoming a whisper of their usual yells. The bathroom door was cracked, and just through it, you saw Robbie touching himself, and he was grinding against the side of the counter, peeking his eyes out to look at himself.

You opened the door completely, and stepped as quietly as possible towards him, and you held your breath. You snuck up from behind him, and he didn’t notice. You were so close to him that you could see every hair of peach fuzz on his lightly tanned face. His long eyelashes fluttered delicately on his skin, eyes wrinkling when a finger brushed against his balls, making him let out a gasp. You looked down at his sex, and saw the beads of pre cum spilling from his tip, lubricating his length. His thumb swiped along the tip, just as it did to your bundle of nerves just a little while ago. You took a risk, and breathed on his neck, causing Robbie to open his eyes, their pupils wide with lust, the green and gold sparkle barely visible. His hand sped up, but you had other plans for him. Your mouth found its way to his neck, biting the skin taut, and licking it after its torture was over. Breathy moans left his mouth, and his hips thrust up into his hand, causing a chain reaction. You kiss down the side of his body, your swollen lips meeting his hip bone.

Your knees bent in front of him, then took his length whole into your wet awaiting mouth. You licked his tip, dipping it into the hole leading to his urethra. You kissed his cock gently, like you did his neck after you attacked it, and he whimpered at your actions, his hand going to the counter for leverage. He thrust into your mouth, and your lips closed completely around him, and you took him deep, handling him to the very hilt. His eyes closed shut, and his cock twitched as he released his seed down your throat, and you almost choked on his semen, but swallowed the warm liquid, and you kissed his tip one last time before leaving him to his devices in recovery. You walked down the hallway, then collapsed on the couch, your hand covering your face.

Robbie’s underwear clad ass was sitting directly in front of you when you woke up, and you thought that you were being pranked. Turns out, he was just practicing his yoga, and trying to calm his fast nerves. Those were the simple things that you enjoyed with your relationship with Robbie. The two of you could just walk around the house naked, or with you topless, and there would be no bullshit over it. Home is somewhere that you two were free to say what you wanted, and do what you wanted, without societal pressures or judging eyes. Neither of you wanted to be that asshole, and just purely respected each other’s likes and dislikes.

Which was why you smacked his ass when it got even closer to you.

“Hey! What the hell was that for?” he said, rubbing his bottom, and looking around to face you.

“Y’know waking up with an ass in front of my face isn’t horrible, but I would appreciate it if I wasn’t at constant risk of getting farted on.” you replied, smiling sarcastically at him.

He giggled, then went forward to kiss your lips, his slightly chapped ones smacking quietly against yours. The two of you sat there for a moment, making out, and exploring each other once again. He climbed onto the couch, and stuck his hands in your hair, traveling to your ass, which he grabbed and smacked to his content. You did the same, running your nails down his back when his hands neared your pussy, already becoming soaking wet for him. You sat on his lap, and began grinding into his crotch, lifting yourself up and down on his quickly hardening length. The two of you quickly undressed, and your nipples brushed against lightly muscled chest, and he tumbled on top of you, giving your eyes a quick look, silently asking for consent. You gave him full eye contact, and he looked down to level his cock to your hole, pushing his head in very slowly. He thrust in inch by inch, little grunts making their way past his parted lips. You whined at the intrusion, and he moved hips in pace with your heartbeats, taking his time to please you. The noise of his cock penetrating you became louder in your head. Your hands made their way back to his bottom, and they pushed him further into you, urging Rob to speed up.

“Patience, my dear. You can’t always get everything you want.”

“But you know what I want, and you also want that. I want you to fill me, and fuck me, and let your balls slap against me please. And thank you.” you said into his ear, biting it after your words.

Robbie shuddered, then tucked his head into your neck, and your feet found their way to the arm of the couch. He was shocked at your flexibility, but began to pound you into the cushion. The sound of the springs squeaking at the speed of his thrusts filled your ears, and his moans joined in the chorus. The house was soon filled with noise, and the beautiful thought of sex was heavy in your heads. He began kissing along your clavicle, and bit it at the peak of his own release. His cum filled you, and spurted from the tip of his dick. He moaned and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his back arched, and his chest touched yours. He pulled out, then made very quick work of you. His head shoved itself between your legs, and he ate his cum out of you, every last drop, and his face was covered in it. His fingers splayed across your breasts, squeezing them, and spanking them. Your toes curled by his head, and his tongue slurped along your walls, collecting your soon-to-be release. You were whimpering at his antics, and he looked up at you with such a dirty touch in his eyes, and sent you over the edge. You came into his hair, fully soaking him with your liquids, making him laugh.

“What’s so funny? I mean, I’ve squirted before.” you ask, confusion on your face.

“Now I’m the one who has to wash his hair. It’s all over my face.” he says, smile decorating his wet head.

You join in on the laughter, and call it a day. You could stand, and Robbie smacked your ass when you began heading for the bathroom to shower. You chuckled at him, then spent the rest of the evening trying to figure out, still, how his cum ended up in your freshly washed hair.

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