( various fluffy dialogue prompts so soft, so sweet, just for you! )
❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜
❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜
❛ you got me flowers? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜
❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜
❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜
❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜
❛ it’s better with you here. ❜
❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜
❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜
❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜
❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜
❛ i knew you would be here. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜
❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜
❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜
❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜
❛ is that my shirt? ❜
❛ this is a good look for you. ❜
❛ pinky promise? ❜
❛ c’mere, you. ❜
❛ honey, i’m home! ❜
❛ you remembered? ❜
❛ you’re my family too. ❜
❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜
❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜
❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜
❛ was that your first kiss? ❜
❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜
❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜
❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜
❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜
❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜
❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜
❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜
❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜
❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜
❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜
❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜
❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜
❛ you feel like home to me. ❜
For liberty and justice for all.
But only for:
Straight-
I've known for years and years that I wasn't straight. Even when I didn't know what I was exactly, I knew what I wasn't.
Cis-
I’m not cis, I never will be. You can't force me into a box and expect me to be complicit.
Neurotypical-
Im autistic. I have ADHD. But I have just as much knowledge as every other person to make a decision on something that will affect my rights.
White-
I don't care that I'm white, I’m still going to get upset. Because are we really discussing who might not have rights because of their RACE?
Men-
Do I have to say whats wrong with this? Whats wrong with guaranteeing specific rights because of birth?
Lets put it all together. Ready? Okay go.
Liberty and justice for all, but not for all. But for those who fit into the compact, suffocating box that society has deemed "the norm".
This "norm" kills. It hurts and it kills, and it will not stop. This hurt and death with keep happening until we, as a people, stop it. You know it, I know it. So why are we still going on and voting for people who have never cared and will never care?
Do your part and do better.
Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader
꒰Caught + Hate Sex꒱ - 1.8k
• enemies, some plot, getting caught masturbating, mutual fingering, cursing each other out while fucking, mean!Nancy, mean!Reader
kinktober m.list
The assumption that Nancy Wheeler was a priss was not wrong, not in your eyes at least. She was self centered, stuck up, and generally unlikeable with how she treated your friends. They always eventually warmed back up to her even after she treated them horribly. The catch with you is that you did not. You had no need or want to be her friend and you made that known.
Sure, when Vecna tries to cross into your world you help save each other, but that means nothing. You only spoke to each other when you needed to and that was precisely the only reason why you two were currently talking. Being the sharpshooters of the group you two often were paired together to stop whatever monster was hunting you down this time.
Now, with the end of the world, you were forced to hole up in a dilapidated cabin on the outskirts of Hawkins. Calling it a cabin was a stretch of the word. You would have preferred Hopper’s cabin with the man made, mind flayer made, skylight. However, this was on the other side of town where the two of you stayed, communicating with the group over walkies and keeping an eye out of your own. God knew you couldn’t trust the military, so why not guard the town on your own?
The kids went to school, hell, you should have been in college now, but this was a joint effort. No matter how much you hated Nancy, the pair of you were in it together. Once a week you got visits from the others, switching visitors out to keep them in low numbers to not to draw attention. It made things…interesting.
By now the loud arguments had mostly died out, but the petty arguments stayed. Things were still escalated by the quiet, an everlasting tension between the two of you though. You would be lying if part of the anger didn’t come out of horniness. Could you blame yourself? You had been stuck here for months without so much as being able to masturbate.
To say you were backed up wouldn’t be an understatement. Yes, Nancy had a boyfriend for a bit but Jonathan was…Jonathan, so yeah she was backed up in the sex department now too. Both of you were at odds, so worked up yet never daring to tell the other person. So what else did you do but calculate how many minutes Nancy took on patrol so you could finally get off?
It was a short amount of time, but you had been so worked up that you were sure you could also finish just as quickly. The moment Nancy was out the door you were stripping yourself of your pants and underwear. Rationally, you should have at least kept them near you, but you were deliriously horny, only thinking clearly enough to put a towel under your hips. The mere thought of being able to finger yourself had you wet all morning, not wanting to leave evidence behind.
As you sat back on the bed two of your fingers sweeping through your folds to gather the arousal that had long pooled there, coating them in your warm slick. You didn’t have to work yourself up to easily push your fingers into your pussy. The relief was immediate, a huff leaving your lips when you crooked your two fingers up, petting the warmth of your walls. Your other hand slid down your stomach to part your folds, rubbing at them as you slid your fingers out.
Strings of arousal kept them connected when you spread your ring and middle finger apart. Pressing them together again, you thrust the tips back in quicker this time, the middle finger of your other hand finding your clit. You pressed down, drawing tight circles on the bud as you started to thrust your fingers in and out.
Your moan bounced off the room, drawing the attention of Nancy who had just made it back home. Her patrol hadn’t even begun when she could barely make it off the property due to leaving her jacket back in the cabin. Nancy’s brows furrowed, pressing against the wall of the open door. The slick sounds of your cunt let her know what you were doing.
Her eyebrows met together as she whirled around the corner, seeing your legs spread, fingers deep in your cunt. “Are you kidding me!?” Nancy’s shrill voice shattered your pleasure. “On the bed!” You groaned out of annoyance, dropping your head back onto the flat pillows. “Why aren’t you on patrol?” Your legs fell down from having your feet planted on the bed, knees knocking together.
Nancy circled the bed, folding her arms. “I needed my jacket,” she stated bluntly. Rolling your head to the side, you smiled sarcastically. “Then get it and leave.” Stubbornly, Nancy wanted to stay. “No.”
“No?” You snorted, pressing on. “Are you going to stand there and watch me?” Nancy scrunched her nose up, looking at you down the bridge of it. “What? No!” She insisted, while she stood over the side of the bed. “It’s not my fault you’re using our bed to..to…” A laugh answered her, your grin getting under her skin.
“To finger myself? Hey, I have needs.” The feeling of you leaking over your fingers became harder to ignore, the smell of your arousal filling the air. “So do I.” Nancy shot back. You tilted your head, mocking her. “So do something about it.” The words settled in her brain and she jerked back. “Right here?”
“Right here, right now.” The urge to fight her swiftly blurred into the urge to fuck her. Nancy’s brows raised in shock, subconsciously taking a step closer to the mattress. Her knees pressed into the plush of it, her eyes trained on your face. “Really?” You nodded, leaning back as you spread your legs again.
Her eyes instantly flicked to your hand nestled between your legs. On shaky feet, Nancy stepped out of her shoes, working her skirt down before crawling onto the bed. “I can’t believe you did this on our bed,” she grumbled, sitting next to you. You pulled your sticky fingers out of your cunt turning to sit up. Wrapping your fingers around the hem of her underwear, you unceremoniously pulled them down.
Nancy huffed, “No insults?” You looked up at her, arms wrapping around her waist to hoist her onto your lap. “Shut up, I’m not going to insult your cunt.” Nancy’s nose wrinkled once more at your vulgar words, but she couldn’t hide the way she throbbed, not with your eyes trained on her mound. A familiar heartbeat appeared in her pussy when your thighs moved apart, prying hers apart in the process.
“I’m honored,” she snarked. “You should be,” you bit back, hand sliding over her hip and ass. Using the angle, you pulled her up your lap till she was toppling into you. “Careful.” Nancy scoffed in response to you, straightening herself out.
“Oh shut up, you’re the one who yanked me forward.” You shrugged, using the closeness to slide your hand the rest of the way to her pussy. Your fingers rubbed up and down, barely dipping between her flushed lips as she shuddered. “Are you going to get to work?”
Propping your other elbow to the side, you tilted your head, looking up at her sardonically. “Give me a second.” Her grumbles only amused you as she slipped her hand between your legs, laying her palm on your cunt. “Come on.” You grunted, hips moving forward as you hooked a fingertip on her entrance.
Nancy sighed shakily, curling two fingers to press into your velvety walls. You sighed, fingers pressing into her as well. For a beat silence fell between you two, your fingers starting to scissor in her cunt. Nancy moaned, leaning forward as you fingered her.
“Shit..” Nancy exhaled. Your lips parted in surprise, “Did miss priss just curse?” Her fingers hooked suddenly to the side causing you to jolt with a sharp moan. “Careful.” She threw your words back in your face, her fingers relaxing to follow your movements. Each time your fingers swirled in her cunt or rubbed against her sensitive walls she would copy the movement with her own fingers.
You learned her pattern, starting to quickly thrust your fingers in and out. The heel of your palm smacked against the end of her slit, cream making her pussy obscenely loud. Nancy moaned, head rolling back as she sped up, mouth perpetually open.
Your chuckle was suddenly easy on her ears as your fingers were buried knuckle deep in her. “Is that all you needed? To get fingered so you’d chill the fuck out. Guess you aren’t a prude, just a horny, frigid bitch.” Nancy’s hips hit your thighs as she started to bounce, her fingers giving you punishing curls. “Guess you aren’t so much a bitch but a slut,” she argued.
The argument didn’t even make sense but you had to fill the silence with something else than the squelches of your cunt drooling over her fingers. “At least I’m a thoughtful one. I put a towel under me.” You grinned up at her as she finally looked down at you.
Without dignifying you with a response, Nancy leaned down and smashed your lips together. Taking your surprise in stride, she bit your bottom lip desperately. You whined, walls clenching around her. “Oh fuck.” You grunted, surging forward to tug her lower lip into your mouth.
You sucked on it harshly when her thumb found your clit. As she stimulated it, you haphazardly continued ramming your fingers up, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. “Such a bitch,” you huffed, hurtling towards the edge.
The vitriol energy filled the room again as you both neared finishing. “Slut,” she responded. “Cunt.” “Tramp.” A second later your free hand was gripping into her hip. “I’m going to-“ “Me too,” she whined. Both of your pussies tensed, spasming as you came at the same time.
Your open mouths bumped into each other, breaths being exchanged as you moaned in tandem. “Ohmygosh!” Her voice cracked, lips seeking yours out. You pressed your lips to hers, slowing down, gently rubbing inside of her. Compared to you, Nancy’s fingers stilled entirely allowing you to lay down and roll onto your sides.
Nancy panted, cunt fluttering around your finally still fingers. “That was…” You closed your eyes, “Don’t talk.” It was half-joking, earning a sharp glare from Nancy. “Average,” she snipped out a lie. The corner of your mouth twitched upwards. “Could say the same.”
The two of you laid there, drowning in the feeling of finally cumming after months of deprivation. “Want to go again?” Nancy nodded, “You’re on top this time.” You shifted your hips, clenching your walls around her fingers as you moved to sit on her lap.
“So fucking bossy.”
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Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader
꒰Face Sitting + Inexperienced꒱ - 1.6k
• oral (f receiving), mentions of fingering and masturbation, friends to lovers
kinktober m.list
Your hand swept over the wrinkles of the blankets, smoothing them down only for another ripple to appear where you couldn’t reach it. A groan erupted from your mouth, only silenced when Robin dropped her hand on top of the ripple, eliminating it. You snickered and turned to look at her lying beside you, “Thank you,” you said in a sing-song voice.
Yet, she didn’t look as amused as she usually would. In fact, Robin looked worried. “Robin?” She blinked at her name, snapping out of whatever daze it was. You had no clue her trance was due to the fact you had abandoned your shirt on the floor from the heat. Robin had done the same, severely underestimating what seeing you in your underwear would do to her body and mind.
Both of you had your feet propped up on your respective pillows, laying upside down in the heated room. The summer in Hawkins was hot, but the humidity was unbearable at best. Even with your ceiling fan at full blast you were sticky from the muggy heat. Robin was in the same boat, except her shorts were more uncomfortably syrupy when she noticed the outline of your soft nipples under your bra.
So much was shown yet not enough. Robin had opted for wearing a pair of your smaller shorts, the secure material making it hard to ignore the slick being pressed back up against her heated skin. “Huh?” Robin asked blindly, turning her head to look at you. “Are you okay?” Your voice was breathless, laughing out your question at her red face.
Her mouth felt dryer than a fucking desert when she studied your face. Robin’s eyes felt a magnetic pull to look at your chest again, but she held back, internally panicking at her turmoil. “Yeah. No, yeah I’m okay…totally fine. Why?” The corner of your lips curled up towards a smirk, “You look a little hot over there.” If her cheeks hadn’t been red before, they were one hundred percent cherry red now.
“What!?” She blurted out to your shock and bemusement, shooting up. “You look…hot? Ohhhh!” You erupted into giggles, sitting up after her. “No, no, like temperature wise, Rob. But I mean, sure that way too.” Robin had died and gone to heaven, she was sure of it. Sometime between you taking your shirt off and the both of you lying down she had succumbed to heatstroke. “You can’t say that!”
“Why can’t I? I just did.” You teased, leaning into her space when you sensed her fluster. It didn’t take a fortune teller to show how riled up she was, your words aside. You honestly didn’t know how she had figured you wouldn’t notice the way her thighs had been rubbing together for the past few minutes. Robin choked, leaning back when you leaned towards her, your arm slithering around her waist to pull her back onto the bed, and you, when she slipped. “Careful,” you murmured smugly.
Shit. If that wasn’t the hottest thing she had heard, she didn’t know what was. All she could do was nod at your warning, leaning back into you. When she noticed your eyes trailing down she let hers fall, looking at her thighs spreading over your knees. It wasn’t the first time you’d been in a compromising position, not by a long shot. It also wasn’t the first time she felt like this.
She could go home and finger herself to quell the ache for a bit, but it always came back around you. Only you. She wanted you so badly it hurt, even without a notch of experience under her belt. You could take the lead, she wouldn’t mind one bit. Robin could sometimes mask how much you messed with her head, but watching a droplet of her arousal roll down her freckled thigh she knew there was no hiding that.
The click of your tongue had her perking her head up, lips parting in surprise when your fingertip swept up her inner thigh. “You’re that hot?” Your question was borderline a joke knowing it wasn’t sweat, but it offered her a way out. She felt the pause of your fingers, settling where you had smeared her wetness. However, your reaction spurred her on. You hadn’t seemed grossed out, the opposite of it with how your eyes were locked on the silhouette of her cunt in your shorts.
Robin couldn’t tear her eyes away from your face though, “No.” “Are you finally speechless?” The following silence answered your question, eyes finding her wide ones. “Need me to take care of that?” Surely, she was truly dead this time. Her slow nod wasn’t good enough for you, fingers sliding away. “Please,” she whined, face dropping to a pathetic pleading expression.
You grinned, all teeth when your fingers roughly hooked around the edge of your shorts, dragging her forward. “There’s my talkative girl.” Robin rewarded you with a shaky sigh, eyes falling shut as your fingers relaxed, turning to slide through her folds. You had no clue she had gone commando under your shorts, but the wet material you felt on the back of your knuckles removed any potential aversion to her choice. You’d use them later, but for now you needed to take care of her.
Robin’s folds were so swollen you could easily sink two flattened fingers between them and have them disappear without having to push them into her fluttering entrance. “Why don’t you get out of these?” If the offer wasn’t enough, the way your fingers curled to gently pet her pussy had her head reeling. “Good idea,” she rushed to bend over, your fingertips barely dipping into her cunt at the new angle, slipping out to give her space.
Her eyebrows pinched together when she whined, hurriedly shoving her shorts off. You watched as she squirmed in frustration, kicking them haphazardly. Granting her more room, you turned and laid back on your bed, licking your fingers clean. Her musk was tangy, wetness thick like molasses. Perfect.
Robin triumphantly let the shorts fall to the ground, slipping them off her ankle, when she raised her head to look at you. The shape of your fingertips poked at your cheeks as you sucked your fingers clean. “Jesus,” she sighed, stumbling to crawl over you. Robin seemed to realize what position you were in, pausing to hover over your abdomen.
You answered her before she needed to ask where to sit. Well…you answered in a way. Smirking, you tapped your lips with two fingers that still shone with your spit. “No way,” Robin gasped. “I’ll crush you!” You laughed at her statement, “Good way to go,” you murmured. The palms of your hands wrapped around the backs of her thighs, urging her up your body. Robin shakily moved up to kneel over your face.
“Are you sure?” Her voice came out as a squeak, cut off by you confidently pulling her down. The first thing you felt was the heat of her pussy soaking into your skin, the second being her actually soaking her skin. Robin whined, squirming as she tried to get used to sitting on your face while she held onto the headboard.
Only once she finally settled, did you draw your tongue up through her folds. Tasting her on your fingers was good, but nothing compared to it straight from the source. Instantly, Robin gave a wobbly mewl, not surprising you that she was loud. With how often she rambled on or was brash in day-to-day settings, it made it plausible that she was loud in bed. You definitely had never thought about it before.
Did it even matter to deny it anymore when Robin was humping your face so desperately? One second you were lapping languidly at her cunt, the next her hips speeding up newfound determination. Laying your tongue flat, you let her ride it as she pleased. “Oh shit, ohmygod. Thank you, thank you..” Any following words died in her throat as you flicked your tongue against her sensitive clit.
Something akin to a squeal left her lips, her hips jolting yet not moving far with your grip on her thighs keeping her to your face. Her hands clutched the wood of your headboard, straining under her grip and she knew she would be addicted to your mouth. Robin couldn’t find it inside herself to be embarrassed at the sounds her pussy made, molten on your mouth. You didn’t care either, pulling her down further to put your heart and soul into teasing her clit.
Swirling the tip of your sharp tongue around the bundle of nerves, your lips cupped it gently contrasting how you sucked adamantly. Robin fell farther into silence, at a loss for words, hips almost bouncing as she tilted her head back. Her blue eyes disappeared from sight, rolling back as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
She wished she could verbalize how good it felt, to keep doing that right there, but this was a rare occasion of her completely shutting up. The only indication of her impending release was her tensing body and the choked sound she finally let pass her chapped lips.
One, two, three sucks more and her thighs were clamped around your head. Your reward came as did she, salty cum dripping into your mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut at your happy moan when you hungrily drank her up. Stars burst behind her eyes at your continued ministrations, disgustingly loud sounds finally leaving her again.
You took the cue, reluctantly unlatching from her bullied pussy. Robin sat mounted on your face, head fuzzy until you tapped her thigh a moment later. She slowly moved back, sitting on your chest as she panted and looked down at you. “That good?” Even with her blurry vision she could see your wide smirk. “Shut up,” She smiled, leaning down to lick your soaked chin clean.
tags: @babybatlover, @starrgurl46, @wowzers-07, @nenukkjhj, @morgan0lw21, @kinokomoonshine, @slut4ddn, @marirxse, @chx-rrryc0la, @adventures-of-impala, @shesadilema13
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