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Time After Time | Chapter Six

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader, Tommy Shelby x Original Female Character

Summary: Tommy takes you on an impromptu trip.

Warning: language, smoking, ethnic slur, fluff, tommy is a soft boi, next chapter will have lots of plot dev i promise

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Chapter Six: Dismantle. Repair.

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you. Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through. — Dismantle. Repair., Anberlin

“A wagon?” Your sleepy brain was still in a haze, and you weren’t even positive what you were looking at was real. “Where did you even— what the hell is this, the Oregon Trail?”

Tommy grabbed your bag and climbed into the seat, securing it in the back before offering his hand to help you up. “Come on now, get in.”

“Is this the part where I ‘go for a ride’ and you leave my body in a ditch somewhere?” You asked sarcastically, taking his hand and letting him pull you up.

If you’d had your wits about you, you would have taken note of how easily he’d lifted you, how tight his hold on you was, and how he’d pulled you right up against his side. But you could only grumble out of sleepiness and revel in the warmth of his body heat.

“Not this time,” he chuckled softly, obviously amused by your less-than-filtered state. “Secure?” He checked to make sure you were seated comfortably next to him before he flicked the reigns. He instructed the horse to walk on. “Not a morning person, eh?”

“Morning?” You scoffed. “This is rolling into bed after a good night out hours.”

It was still dark when you’d heard the knock at your door.

You used to be the deepest sleeper — you could have slept through a hurricane (you had once as a kid, your dad told you). But since you’d woken up here, you hadn’t had one decent nights sleep. Your anxiety levels were always on high and the noise outside was nonstop. The train, the boats, the constant fire balls bursting into the air down the lane.

Most of the time, sleep found you out of exhaustion, when your mind couldn’t run any longer and your body began to shut down from the physical and mental labor of it all.

Last night was no exception.

You spent the rest of the evening in the office. Despite the bookhouse being closed for the day, the house itself was bustling with activity. It was then that you realized something you hadn’t thought about in years.

Family hadn’t exactly been something that you’d had much experience with in your life.

Your father had very little of it — his parents had died before you’d been born, and his younger brother had moved to different parts of America some time after he’d enlisted. Your uncle had found himself on a different life path than your father, always finding himself in trouble one way or another. It wasn’t until your father died that you even heard from him — a weird and uncomfortable phone call from a family member you’d never met, crying over guilt. After that, you never heard from him again.

Your mother, on the other hand, had no family. At all. She refused to talk about it with you, even as you got older. The only reason you knew the fact you had about her blood line stretching across Europe but possibly starting in Greece was after you begged insistently so that you wouldn’t fail a genealogy assignment for class.

After your mother’s death, you fell into a bit of a spiral — isolating yourself from the friends you’d made over the years. Eventually, the only people you’d started interacting with were people you met through work.

But every night, even when you were seeing someone at the time, you felt a sense of isolation, of loneliness, of non-belonging.

The feeling only intensified when you woke up in 1918, obviously accompanied with newer feelings of confusion and anger and feeling completely out of control of your life.

After meeting Ada and Harry, you were surprised when you realized that those feelings had started to lesson. It was still prevalent, but gradually, as you started spending more time at the Shelby household and with the patrons at the Garrison, you began to feel a deeper sense of camaraderie and acceptance.

Even if you were still keeping the fact that you were a time traveler from the future a secret. That was just, ya’know, details.

As you wrapped up your (second) first day with the Shelby business, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like growing up in the Shelby family. All those siblings, their parents, their aunt, and what sounded like loads of friends of the family that you still hadn’t met. Their bond seemed iron clad, especially with the defensive way Arthur acted when he felt that stronghold was being invaded by an outsider.

You didn’t blame him, either brother really, even if they had been hugely rude and sexist. It was nothing you didn’t hear at the pub on the daily.

The sad part (or the only child, people pleaser, desperate for family love part) was that you really wanted John and Arthur to like you, in the same way you’d been hellbent on gaining Polly’s respect and affection.

Arthur spent the day completely avoiding you. When your paths did cross, like when you went to find Polly to ask a clerical question, he simply grunted at you. But you took that as an improvement from calling you a whore, so you took it.

John was running around with his kids, apparently his wife was feeling a little sick lately. He actually stopped and talked to you for a little bit when you asked how she was doing. He seemed concerned, but Polly reassured that the doctors were taking good care of her and she’d be back on her feet in no time.

In the evening, Ada brought you some stew Polly had made and sat with you at the table as you both ate. It felt like old times — well, old in the sense of like a month ago.

The first thing you made sure to ask was about Freddie. You were careful not to use names, even after she shut the door to give the two of you more privacy. She’d happily informed you that the two of them had reconnected successfully — that while he wasn’t the same Freddie that had left Birmingham, they were learning how to be each other again.

You asked how long they were planning to keep things a secret, to which she didn’t have a solid answer.

“He thinks it’s for the best for now,” she’d added, hinting that there was some disconnect between his friendship with Tommy.

He’d gotten into politics, Ada had told you, sort of shrugging it off and claiming that it was just fun listening to him talk so passionately about something. That it made her want to be passionate about something too.

“So, you and my brother,” she’d suggested after finally catching you up.

You rose your brow as a counter. “And what exactly are you implying?”

“You keep surprising me, is all. I thought for sure Harry was going to toss you on your ass, but you got that job. Good thing I didn’t bet on this as well, ‘wise I’d lose again!”

Your mouth dropped dramatically as you gave her a playful shove. “Hey! I thought you liked me?”

“I do!” She laughed as she shoved you back. “I got you this job, remember? It’s just—“ her face fell as she looked down at her spoon, “you remember how the boys our age were before the war.”

You didn’t.

“Tommy was just like the lot of ‘em. Protective and determined as hell, but still, he used to laugh — used to make us laugh.” Her eyes shined a little at the memories behind them, but then dropped. “Since he’s been back, he hasn’t— he just— it’s like he’s been a stone. Out of all of ‘em, he’s been the one Pol and I ‘ave been worried about the most.”

Ada closed her mouth quickly, obviously not completely comfortable sharing this more intimate family discussion. You remained silent, not pushing the subject but not dismissing her either. She cleared her throat before she went on, managing a smile in the process.

“All that to say, you’ve managed to charm him,” her brow rose as her smile turned into a smirk.

“Nothing is going on,” you insisted, rolling your eyes at her.

She feigned insult, “Did I say there was?”

“Your face did,” you countered, pointing at her in emphasis.

Ada waved you off, “Fine. I’m just saying, it’s nice to see this side of Tommy again.”

She dropped the topic and left you to finish your work. Apparently she’d been warned by Tommy as well not to take up too much of your time.

As you were making your way out at the end of the day, you were trying to ignore the pang in your chest of not seeing Tommy again since he’d left that afternoon. You know what he’d said, but part of you hoped he’d come back. Maybe walk you home again.

Maybe give you another chance to ask him the question you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about, but for the life of you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him that morning.

You had no idea why you’d been so nervous about it. He’d told you he’d dreamed about you, obviously he wouldn’t have done that if he hadn’t expected you to have some follow up questions, right?

So why did the thought of actually asking him about it terrify you enough to act like it’d never happened?

Part of you knew you were scared of his answer. That him having this weird connection meant that this whole crazy, time travel, vision nonsense extended outside of just yourself — and to be honest, you weren’t sure if you were ready to live in that kind of reality just yet.

Apparently, your brain had a fantastic capacity for denial and compartmentalizing than you’d ever realized.

Again, that night you only got a couple hours of sleep before the knock at your door. You’d been suspicious and surprised to see Tommy on the other side, and then annoyed and cranky when he let himself in and began packing you a bag. Too tired to physically fight him on it, you let him do whatever it was he wanted, hoping he’d leave soon so you could go back to sleep.

But when he was done, he instructed you to follow and lock up behind you, throwing his coat to you.

And that’s how you ended up here, still half asleep, riding in a wagon next to a Peaky Blinder before sunrise.

“I’ve never been in a wagon before,” you mused, your brain still catching up with what was going on. “I’ve never been in a carriage before, actually. Not even one of those cute, kitschy ones that they have in some tourist cities.”

Tommy’s brow creased as he kept his gaze forward, letting you continue.

“I rode a horse once, but it was in the mountains and they were trained.” You chuckled, letting the memory come back, “They told us not to let the horses deviate from the trail and eat the plants on the edges. That if we gave the reigns a slight tug it would keep them from doing it. But my horse — Ginger Spice was her name, which was great because I loved the Spice Girls — I’m pretty sure she could sense that I was a pushover because she would not stop eating no matter how much I tried to direct her not to.”

Your eyes were still heavy as you chuckled to yourself, the scene playing like a movie behind your eyes.

“And then finally, when I could get her to fall in line with the others, she’d run me into tree branches or push me up against the other horses. She was such an ass.” You shook your head, still laughing at the memory. “But then at the end of the ride, she let me pet her and feed her carrots. My dad teased me that Ginger wanted me to take her home just so she could live a spoiled life with me.”

Your memory grew somber as you got to the end of the memory.

“That trip was the last time I remember my parents being happy with each other. Mum had laughed so hard at me trying to get the horse to turn around — it might have been the hardest I’d ever seen her laugh in my entire life.”

Tommy chanced a glance toward you, but you were still staring forward at the horse, your smile falling.

“Sorry,” you cleared your throat, the sleep fog starting to finally lift. “I ramble and mutter when I’m cranky. You should have seen me in school when I had to study for exams. My schoolmates made me isolate myself because I talked too much.”

“Don’t mind,” Tommy shrugged. “We’ve got a long trip.”

“Where are we going?” Your brow creased as you finally looked into the wagon behind you.

“It’s a surprise.”

You huffed, “I don’t like surprises.”

Tommy hummed in amusement. “No, I didn’t suppose you would.”

“Tommy—“

“I made you a promise, didn’t I?”

You swallowed, “We’re going to see the Delphi family?”

“Aye, if they want to see us, that is.” He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “I got in touch with an old friend yesterday who was going to work on tracking ‘em down.”

Your brow rose, “Wow, that was fast.”

“I’m highly motivated.”

“Hmm,” you mused as you leaned back against the rest, “and it would be naive of me to believe that you’re motivated out of the kindness of your heart, yeah?”

He turned to you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since you’d gotten in the wagon. The sun was still making it’s way above the horizon, but you could see the softness in his eyes consider you, then harden before turning forward.

“Yes, it would.” He cleared his throat. “If you recall, you also made a promise to me. You find the answers you seek, and then you tell me everything.”

You mimicked his motion and also faced the front, wrapping the coat around yourself as the cool air finally began to get to you. “I’m not sure if you want to know everything.”

“There’s that naivety again.”

You huffed again, “I’m serious. You don’t know what you’re asking. You’ll put me in the nut house.”

You both sat in silence for a beat, watching as the city began to slowly transition into countryside.

“Why do you want to know everything, anyhow?” you asked finally.

“I don’t like surprises.”

He repeated your words, his eyes giving you a quick scan as you took a deep breath.

“Touché,” you replied reluctantly. “Then why are we in a wagon? Wouldn’t a car get us wherever it is you’re taking me faster?”

“Aye, but I’m not certain exactly where we need to go and we’re too low on petrol for guessin’. We can sleep in the wagon if we need to, dependin’ on how cold it’ll get. Brought extra blankets just in case.”

“Sleeping?” Your brow creased again. “How long will this take?”

Tommy shrugged, “A day. A week. Not certain.”

“A we—“ you took a deep breath. “Harry is gonna kill me, Tommy. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m tellin’ ya now. And I already informed Harry—”

You rolled your eyes. “Dammit, Tommy. Harry is my boss, working at the pub is my job, a job that I like!”

“Y/N—“

“I get that Harry also works for you or pays you, or whatever the hell kind of set up it is — but you can’t keep taking my agency away from me like this,” you pushed on, ignoring his attempt to pause you. “Harry will lose respect for me, hell he might even fire me, replace me — and I wouldn’t blame him!”

“Would it matter?” Tommy’s voice rose back at you. “You work for me now, eh?! You go wherever the fuck I tell you to go. And I don’t pay you to fight me on things!”

Your mouth snapped shut. This was the first time Tommy had spoken to you like that. You’d seen it yesterday with his brothers, but it’d never been directed at you.

Tommy took a deep breath, lifting his hand to press his fingers against his forehead. “I thought this is what you wanted,” his voice softer than it’d been before.

You took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands before looking back toward him. Tommy was already looking at you, his face hardened as he waited for your reply.

“What I want… I want to stop feeling like I don’t have any control over my life,” you said, your voice quiet and vulnerable with the weight of just how much you meant your words.

His face began to soften slightly as his eyes searched your face for a lie, but found none.

“I appreciate your help with this, and the urgency. But you could have just told me what you had planned. I could have gone to Harry myself. I could have lied, I could have told him whatever it is you want me to tell him. Just— if you could please stop blindsiding me with things, that’d be great.” You gave a small smile, trying to lighten back the mood while still staying serious. “Communication, ya’know? They say it’s the foundation for any relationship. Even in business.”

His eyes never left yours as you spoke. His tongue ran across his lips before he looked away again. You waited a beat for his response.

“You’re like two different people,” he finally said, his position still forward. You swallowed as he went on. “The words you use, the oddities you say. It makes me feel like there’s this entire person who I haven’t met, who I don’t know if I can trust, no matter how much I watched or how much we talk.”

You stayed silent, unsure how to explain yourself. When you didn’t, he went on.

“When I first realized who you were, when I first began to watch you, I half expected to find some rich girl stumblin’ her way around pretending to be a barmaid. Maybe you’d been a runaway, maybe you’d gotten yourself in trouble — why else would a pretty, educated girl like you be in Birmingham.”

His gaze held yours as he continued.

“The first day, I watched you work your shift from the shadows of the pub and watched you pour a pint like you’ve been doin’ it for years, so obviously you weren’t lying there. But,” his gaze dropped then, shaking his head as he inhaled a breath, “you speak like someone whose afraid of what they’re goin’ to say, so you don’t say much. You’re friendly, and can match anyone in conversation when prompted, but the depth of your words were shallow with the strangers around you. Even with Harry. Which surprised me, considerin’ the woman I met by the Cut had been one of the most intriguing souls I’d ever encountered.”

You found yourself holding your breath as he spoke, surprised that he was being this open with you.

“I like the way you speak to me,” he continued, his eyes finding yours again. “You’re unafraid, of me and yourself, it seems. There’s no air of frivolous pleasantries or polite small talk. You’re blunt and unapologetic. Probably why Polly likes you so much — you remind me of her sometimes. It makes me feel real, like something I thought I lost.”

You still couldn’t find your voice, unsure what to say and partially nervous of scaring him away from continuing if you did.

“I want you to fight me on things,” he said, his voice growing softer than you’d ever heard it. “I need you to.”

“Good. Because I wouldn’t know how to turn that filter off even if I could,” a smile pulled at the corner of your mouth.

His cheek rose in amusement as he lifted his free hand up to your face. He lightly ran his knuckles against your cheek softly as he took a deep breath. “But I still don’t trust you, no matter how much my gut wants to. And my patience has limits.”

Your smile fell, but you nodded, understanding and empathizing with his point of you.

“I don’t want to keep secrets from you,” you found yourself saying out loud.

His jaw clenched as he took in your words, “I believe you. I look forward to the day you don’t.”

He resumed his driving position as the two of you road in silence for a while longer. Your mind contemplated whether you should just tell him the whole story — maybe he wouldn’t think you claiming to be from the future was crazy?

How would you even begin to explain it? Even the idea of time travel wasn’t a common thing in today’s world. Sure, it’d been like 20 years since The Time Machine by HG Wells had come out, but you highly doubted Tommy had read it, much less even heard of it.

And how could you prove it to him? Warn him about the prohibition? The Irish Revolution? The stock market crash? The Second World War?

No. He’d definitely think you were crazy.

Even if this trip was a long shot, maybe there was something with this gypsy family that could answer enough for you to explain yourself.

Maybe…

You were surprised when he announced that you had made it to your first stop, it being just mid-morning. Approaching another caravan, Tommy explained that this was his contact with the gypsy family, and if all went well, he’ll be able to lead you to their camp.

“Johnny Dogs!” Tommy greeted as he exited the car.

“Tommy! How the hell are ya?” A shorter man hustled to meet him, arms extended wide as he pulled Tommy in for a bear hug.

“All the better for views of green pastures and getting city smoke outta my lungs,” Tommy replied, taking a deep breath through his nose.

You took that opportunity to take in a similar appreciation. In the last few months you’d been in Birmingham, you hadn’t even left the city. You forgot how green the grass and blue the sky could be. You began to wonder if there’d ever be a time again when you weren’t living in the smoke of the city…

“This your first time out here since France?” Johnny asked.

“What do you know of France you war-shy gypsy bastard.”

He chuckled, obviously not offended by Tommy’s comment. “Bastard I am. And is this your girl?”

The two men finally turned their attention to you. Tommy made the introductions.

“Johnny Dogs, this is Y/N L/N. Y/N, this is Johnny.”

“Hi,” you greeted with a smile and a surprisingly shy voice. Whoever this was, Tommy obviously trusted. You hadn’t seen him this relaxed before, not even with his own family. The thought made you feel nervous for some reason.

“Lovely to meet ya,” Johnny welcomed enthusiastically, taking off his hat in a chivalrous attempt that made you chuckle.

“You riding alone nowadays, Johnny?” Tommy asked, pulling his friends attention back.

“Aye, for now.”

Tommy blew some smoke. “Tell me, you still close with the Lee family?”

“Oi, I’m friendly. Haven’t ridden with them in a long while.”

Tommy nodded, “Heard they were startin’ to cause real trouble for Billy Kimber and his boys.”

Billy Kimber — you’d heard that name before. Your brain scrambled to pinpoint the reference.

“Think so,” Johnny replied. His brow rose, “Why, you wantin’ to start nabbin’ at his winnings too?”

Winnings — was he a bookkeeper as well? Horse racing?

“No. I want to nab his entire bloody kingdom.”

“Tommy—“

“I have a plan, Johnny. I’m startin’ one, anyway. I won’t involve you until I absolutely have to.”

Johnny took a deep breath, “Life of a Peaky Blinder never grows old, eh?”

“They don’t get the chance to,” Tommy took a final drag before throwing the bud to the ground. “More on this ‘nother time. We’re here for ‘nother reason.”

“Aye, that’s right.” And then Johnny Dogs began speaking in another language, looking to you like he expected you to understand.

You knew quite a few languages — Spanish, French, a little bit of Italian, and you could even stumble your way around some Latin. But this — you had no idea. Your mouth opened, then closed as you looked to Tommy, who was watching you.

“You don’t understand Romani?” Johnny asked, back in English, before turning toward Tommy. “Thought you said she was gypsy?”

He pulled out another cigarette. “I said she was of gypsy blood. She was bred anything but.”

“I see, my apologies, Miss.”

“It’s okay,” you assured, offering Johnny a smile. “Just something new for me to learn, is all.”

Tommy’s cheek flinched.

Johnny went on, “I got confirmation from a cousin of the Delphi. They’re camped outside of Wales. We can make it by dusk if we get a move on.”

Tommy nodded, “Aye, you lead the way.”

You loaded back into the caravan, you and Tommy following Johnny Dogs.

——

“Want to give it a go?”

You both hadn’t said much since starting this next part of the journey. Traveling this way was starting to grow tiresome for you — you really missed modern day cars and their gas tank sizes. At least those seats were cushioned, your butt had fallen asleep hours ago.

Part of the reason you’d been so silent was that you were trying to figure something out.

Ever since you’d heard Tommy say the name Delphi the other night, you couldn’t help but feel as if you’d heard it from somewhere. You were trying to comb through for the millionth time everything your mother had ever said about your gift or her family background. But everything brought you back to the same place.

You really wish you could talk to your mother again. Get some answers — some real answers.

And if you didn’t know the Delphi name through your mother, why was it setting off some kind of bell in your head?

“Y/N?” Tommy nudged your arm to get your attention.

“What?” you asked, being pulled from your thoughts.

“I asked if you wanted to give it a go,” he repeated, holding up the horse’s reigns. “You said you’d never been in a carriage before, which is really hard to believe. Want to try driving for a bit?”

“Okay,” you answered excitedly, your previous thoughts on pause as you excitedly sat up straighter in your seat.

Tommy pulled you closer to the middle of the bench, right up against his side. This time, your brain wasn’t too tired to notice, but you tried to keep it focused on the task at hand.

He handed you the reigns, but kept his arms around yours, his hands wrapping around your own to show you how to hold them. He had you move the straps between your index and middle finger for a sturdier grip and explained how that’d be more ideal if there were more than one horse. He showed you to make the horse turn left and right, what noises and commands to make it go faster and slower.

You tried your damndest to pay attention to his instruction. Not only did you want to impress him, but you genuinely wanted to be good at this new skill. Especially if this trip were to take days to travel, it was only fair you take your turn at driving. Road trip rules still apply, even if the road was dirt and the vehicle was horse and wagon.

But everything about this little lesson was making you grow weaker for this damn asshole. Your arms underneath his, your chin against his shoulder, his hands around yours, and his leg pressed against your leg were all one thing…

But his voice.

It was slowly becoming one of your favorite sounds in the world. You could listen to Tommy Shelby speak absolute nonsense for hours and never grow tired. His deep voice remained soft as he gave his instructions, patient when you needed it and supportive when you accomplished the lesson.

“You’re a natural,” he complimented, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Next you’ll be riding Midnight bareback.”

“Next lesson, yeah?” you giggled, biting your lip out of genuine giddiness over the potential.

He peered down at you, his eyes hooded but still brilliantly bright in the late afternoon sun.

God, he was beautiful. He felt otherworldly when you looked at him this closely.

“So, what did you tell Harry, then?” you asked softly, your eyes moving down to his full lips.

His brow creased slightly then, obviously caught off guard by your change in subject. “Umm. That I was takin’ you on a trip out of the city, possibly visiting the fairgrounds.”

“There’s a fairgrounds?” your voice went up, eyes snapping back up to his, genuinely surprised and slightly hopeful of one day actually going to said fairgrounds.

He chuckled, “Aye.”

You considered him, bitting your lip as you dared to ask the follow-up, “So he thinks we’re together?”

Tommy’s grip tightened around your hands, still holding the reigns, “If that’s the conclusion he came to, I suppose.”

“That doesn’t bother you?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you felt yourself turn your body toward him more. “Local pub owner spreading dating gossip on the town gangster.”

“I prefer to think of myself as a businessman,” Tommy replied with a hint of mirth. He shrugged as he responded to your point, “The town of Birmingham has been tellin’ tales of the Shelby family my entire life.”

He rose his brow, giving you that familiar look again before asking his follow-up.

“Does it bother you?”

Your eyes met his again. “No.”

“Good,” he said, softer than ever as his eyes finally looked down at your own lips.

Your heart was racing as you realized how close you were to him. You’d chicken out the other night, missing your chance to lean in and connect your lips in the way you’d been fantasizing about since that first night by the Cut.

A wave of bravado overtook you, your hand lifting on its own accord toward his cheek before you could think your way out of this. Tommy’s face flashed in a moment of unsureness before he leaned down as you stretched up. You guessed whatever reservation he’d been fighting with himself had been sidelined as well for the moment, as he peered into your eyes one final time as his forehead met yours.

Smiling despite yourself, you closed the gap between you.

The world around you stopped for a moment. You didn’t feel Midnight pulling the wagon forward, the bumpy gravel beneath the wheels — all you felt was the gentle push and pull of Tommy’s lips against your own.

You’d honestly been a bit surprised with the gentleness of his kiss. He kissed you softly, then politely began to pull away before the hand that’d caressed his cheek found its way toward his neck, then through the back of his hair as you pulled his head back and your lips met his again.

Later you would over analyze this moment, think about how the women of today were proper, polite, and shy young ladies who didn’t kiss boys first. Who played hard to get and left the men wanting more.

But in that moment, you were 21st century you. A girl who kissed boys when she wanted and didn’t hold back. You kissed Tommy with all the passion that’d you’d been feeling the past few days, feeling him respond in kind when his mouth began to move in sync with yours. A mix between a groan and a growl left his throat as your mouth opened for him, a sound that made you whimper at the thought of getting him to repeat it. Your nails began to scratch lightly at his scalp as his hands finally began moving to wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him —

Midnight neighed loudly, the sudden movement of his reigns and distraction of his riders causing him to ride too close to Johnny Dog’s caravan.

His second cry caused him to lift his front two hooves in the air and stumble around frantically.

Tommy jumped from the seat of the wagon and grabbed Midnight’s reigns, pulling his face down to his as he began to whisper to the horse, calming him down. He pet the side of his face, apologizing and comforting him enough for the horse to stop.

Johnny paused his own horse and wagon, jumping out as well and running back toward you two.

“Everythin’ alright? Horse get spooked, did he?”

“Aye,” Tommy replied, sending you a quick look and smirked. “He’s calmed now. Ready to continue on.”

“Good,” Johnny nodded. “‘Cause we’re almost there! Get ready, Miss! These gypsies are not to be trifled with and don’t take kind to strangers. Best to be on your guard. If rumors are to be believed, they’ll know why you’ve come before you tell ‘em.”

You chuckled, taking a deep breath to slow your heart beat. “That’s what I’m counting on.”

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I Should Be So Lucky

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader x Nancy Wheeler (Established Robin x Reader relationship)

Word count: 10.9k (oops)

Summary: Nancy has been single for a while. You and Robin offer her something that she’s been missing.

CW: SMUT 18+. Threesome! Kissing. Making out. Pet names. Praising. Thigh riding. Robin watches. Masturbation. Overstimulation. Fingering (All receiving) Oral (all receiving) Robin is the ultimate giver.

AN: This was difficult to write so I apologize for any mistakes. The ending is rushed because I just wanted to finish I’m sorry. Also Barb is alive and well and dated Nancy for a while because I said so!

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“Holy hell. You guys really went overboard” A collection of various size shopping bags dangle from Robin’s hands. She trails behind you and Nancy as the three of you enter your house after a long day of shopping at Starcourt. “I feel like my arms are gonna fall off!”

You shake your head fondly and sigh. “Nobody told you to carry all of the bags babe.”

“Yea. You could have at least let me carry some of my own bags, Robin.” Nancy adds in with a teasing lilt.

“Ok first of all, I don’t mind, and second, I wasn’t gonna let you two carry these stupid things around the mall all day.” She grumbled, watching her feet as she makes her way up the stairs behind you.

“So chivalrous.” You swoon, and you and Nancy break out into giggles.

The three of you enter your room and Robin places the bags on your bed. Your bed sheets disappear under the huge haul. Maybe we did buy too much. You question yourself after seeing the spread before you.

“Thanks for doing the heavy lifting, Robin.” You lean up and kiss Robin’s cheek and she immediately goes red.

“S’no problem.” She mutters and rubs the back of her neck, her voice cracking a little at the end.

“Ugh you two are so cute it almost makes me sick.” Nancy says jokingly as she goes through the bags.

“Feeling left out, Wheeler?” Robin taunts. She takes a seat at your vanity and does a full body stretch against the back of the chair. Her shirt rises in the process and reveals her lower freckled stomach. You definitely don’t miss the way Nancy stared a little too long at Robin’s exposed skin. Interesting.

You keep any thoughts about that to yourself as you join Nancy at the bed to help her sort out the bags.

“W—well.” Nancy uncharacteristically stammers. “A little? I guess?”

You quirk an eyebrow at the admission. “If you wanted a kiss Nance, all you had to do was ask”. You cant help but continue the teasing. You’re too focused on Nancy’s growing blush and you find it amusing.

“Hey. Are we throwing around free kisses now?” Robin asks in her little corner of the room. She’s too preoccupied with rifling through all of your makeup to notice the way Nancy has turned crimson red.

“I—I didn’t mean it like that!” Nancy shakes her head and her tight, brunette curls bounce from the movement. “I meant…it’s just been a while since I’ve had anyone. You know? It sounds dumb actually.” She sounds embarrassed and you start to feel a little bad at your previous teasing.

“I get it, Nance. It’s been what? A year since you and Johnny boy called it quits?” You start to think about Nancy’s previous relationships. There was Barb, who Nancy dated for a while before Barb moved away to Oregon. Then there was Steve which ended amicably, and finally Jonathan, who moved away to California with his family. It’s the longest time you’ve seen Nancy single since you’ve known her.

“Sounds about right.” Nancy sighs and puts some of her shopping bags on the floor.

“So. Nobody has caught your eye yet?” You start to organize the bags too. You and Nancy work side by side separating your things.

Nancy snorts. “I mean sure, there’s been a couple of people but um. I guess sometimes I can come off a little—”

“Intimidating?” You and Robin speak at the same time. You look at Robin and grimace at each other. A silent conversation passes between you and your girlfriend. Why did we say that out loud?! You’re not trying to make Nancy feel bad but you aren’t helping either.

Nancy’s eyes go wide and she looks at you and then to Robin. Robin ducks her head and pretends to be extremely interested in a certain nail polish.

“Geez, you two really know how to cheer a girl up.” Nancy lets out a humorless laugh. She gets done separating her bags and puts them in a neat pile by your bedroom door, her shoulders sagging a bit.

“Sorry Nance, but it’s not a bad thing! You’re just… weeding out the weak!” You say trying to save face. It’s not entirely a lie though.

Nancy smiles sadly. “I guess that’s one way to look at it.”

Feeling like you desperately need to change the subject, you snatch a bag up from the bed and pull out a black blouse.

“Nancy, I need your help on this one.”

Nancy looks relieved at the topic change and walks over to you eyeing the blouse curiously.

“Oh. I didn’t see you try this one on.” She picks it up and smooths her hand over the material.

You shrug. “It was an impulse buy but I don’t think it suits me very well so I need your opinion. Robin isn’t any help because anything I put on she says I look great in.”

Robin, who’s taken the liberty of opening your red nail polish, is creating little doodles on her shoes. She’s sticking her tongue out slightly, hyper focused on her work. “What? You do look great in anything.” She says matter of fact.

You roll your eyes. “See?”

Nancy starts to laugh but it dies in her throat when you start taking off your shirt in front of her. Nancy stands frozen trying to look anywhere but your topless form. You toss your shirt on the bed and that gets the attention of Robin who starts to gawk at you. You take a mental note of Nancy visibly swallowing and of her wandering eyes.

You grab the blouse from Nancy’s still hands and slip it through your arms and turn away from her.

“Could you get the zipper?” You ask.

“Oh uh y—yea. Of course.” She shakes out of her trance.

Nancy’s fingers pinch the zipper and you feel her make contact with your skin. Her usual freezing cold hands are surprisingly warm. With your back turned, you’re now facing Robin. You give her a roguish wink and she returns the gesture with a dopey smile.

The room is so quiet that the sound of the zipper being pulled up is unnaturally loud. The tension that’s radiating from Nancy isn’t subtle anymore, and you wonder if Robin can sense it too.

“There!” Nancy retracts her hand quickly like the zipper was burning her.

You turn around and see that her face is flushed.

“Well?” You ask and step in the middle of the room giving a cute little twirl.

“You look great.” Robin says in a husky voice.

“I wasn’t asking you Robin.” You say playfully. You eye Nancy, expecting an answer. “Nance?”

“Oh! I mean— it looks amazing on you. It really shows off your— your features.” She gestures to your front. This time, she doesn’t attempt to hide her gaze. Her eyes drift to your chest. The material hugs your chest in just the right way.

“Yea. It isn’t too much?”

“Definitely not.” Nancy reassures, and gives you a smirk that makes your stomach do a little flip. What was that?

You hum and smile at Nancy’s approval. “I’ll keep it then.”

Nancy unzips you and you change back into your t-shirt. You gather the remainder of your bags and shove them in your closet, thinking that you can just deal with them later.

Robin taps a beat on the vanity table. Now that she’s done with her little art project and making a mess of your nail polish, she seems to be bored.

“So what’s next on the agenda ladies? Movie?” Robin proposes.

Nancy kicks off her kitten heels and makes herself comfortable on your bed. “As long as it’s not another horror movie. I couldn’t stand the last one you picked out, Robin.”

“What!?” Robin comically leaps from her chair. “Child’s Play was totally good!”

“I think I’m gonna agree with Nancy on this one.” You blurt out. Robin looks at you like you just committed the most heinous betrayal in history. “The doll was creepy!”

“That’s the point!” Robin says exasperated and sits back down with her arms crossed.

You and Nancy laugh and Robin deflates. You turn to Nancy and notice she’s pulling at the collar of her blouse, like she’s warm. It’s definitely not warm.

The wheels are turning in your brain as you attempt to recount the things you noticed from Nancy recently. Even before today, you’ve silently caught her looking at you and Robin in a flirtatious way. Robin was, of course, completely oblivious, but the stolen glances didn’t get past you. You didn’t think much of it. Nancy was your best friend and knew it was just harmless fun, but after hearing Nancy talk about how she feels lonely in the love department lately, it’s making more sense to you.

“Are you hot Nance?” You abruptly ask.

“Oh.” Nancy closes her eyes and has a look on her face like she has been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. “Yea, a little I guess.” She attempts to smooth out her shirt.

“I’ll get you some water. Robin, wanna help me?” You turn to Robin’s who’s already picking at the drying nail polish on her shoe.

“Help you…get water?” She tilts her head like a confused puppy and you give her a lethal stare. Another silent conversation occurs between you two and her eyes go wide.

“Oh! Yea okay I’ll help you—” She chokes out. You’re already grabbing her arm before she can finish talking and drag her out of the room with you, leaving Nancy laying there on the bed blinking in confusion.

—

A few minutes later, you return with a glass of water for Nancy and put on the nightstand for her.

“One water with extra ice for table one.” You say amusingly. Nancy puts down the magazine she was reading and giggles.

“Why thank you.” Nancy picks up the glass and notices Robin rubbing her face nervously. “Is everything alright Robin?”

“Huh? Yea sure why wouldn’t it be?” Robin reclaims the vanity chair and leans back in it, her eyes wandering around the room.

Nancy looks like she wants to inquire further but is interrupted by you throwing yourself on the bed. Nancy bounces a little by the weight and almost spills her water.

“So. Nancy...” You start to say. You fiddle with a loose thread on the bed sheets thinking of how to phrase your next words. “Have you had any one night stands during your one year drought?”

Nancy almost spits out her water at the bluntness of your question. Yea, you could have definitely phrased that better. You and Robin can’t help but laugh at her reaction. She starts patting her chest in an attempt to keep from choking on the liquid.

“We’re back to this subject again?” Nancy clears her throat.

“Only if you want to be.” You smile reassuringly. You’re willing to back off immediately if Nancy said to.

“No. No I haven’t.” Nancy puts down her glass of water wary of whatever else you might throw at her. “I wouldn’t be like, super comfortable with the idea of sleeping with strangers anyway.” Her eyes dance between you and Robin.

“Yea? You lay down on your side with your elbow propped up supporting your head. Nancy curiously watches your every movement. “What about with friends?”

Nancy snorts in disbelief. She peeks a glance at Robin, who’s chewing on her lip and studying the two of you like a hawk. Nancy’s eyes go wide as she realizes the weight of your question.

“Wait, what are you asking?” Nancy’s voice starts to waver a little under your gaze.

You shrug your shoulders. “Just if you would sleep with your friends.” You answer nonchalantly.

Nancy gets more comfortable on the bed, mimicking your position and has that signature tiny smirk on her face. You can’t help but admire that little wrinkle that appears next to her mouth every time she smiles. “I don’t have many friends. So who, pray tell, are you referring to?” Nancy looks a little bit more relaxed than earlier and you smile at her playfulness.

“I don’t know Nance, you’ve got two pretty good looking friends right here in this room.” You gesture to yourself and then to Robin. Robin looks like she’s about to spontaneously combust at any second.

Nancy laughs incredulously. “Yea, my two friends who happen to be dating each other!” Nancy sighs and flops on her back. She groans and sinks further into the bed. You scoot closer to her, your bodies barely touching. You can instantly feel the heat coming off her.

“Nance.” Nancy turns to you and notices your close proximity. Her eyes flicker to your lips momentarily before looking at you. “Can I kiss you?” You ask in a gentle voice.

Nancy goes through about a hundred different emotions in a span of second. She looks to Robin expecting her to say something, intervene, anything, but she simply just sits there.

Robin shrugs. “Hey, if my girlfriend who’s like, the hottest girl on the planet, wants to kiss another hot girl, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see it.”

Nancy hangs her mouth open in shock at Robin’s forwardness.

“I am no better than a man.” Robin admits and hangs her head down in mock shame. You grab one of your small stuffed animals that lay on the bed and throw it at her. Robin reacts way too late and it hits her right in the chest.

“So?” You turn your attention back to Nancy. She looks hesitant, like she’s waiting for you to say the punchline and laugh. “Look, Nance, I trust you, and so does Robin.” Robin furiously nods her head in agreement. “You’re my best friend, but if you don’t want to, it’s fine. There’s no hard feelings and we can forg—”

“Kiss me.” Nancy interrupts, barely a whisper. “I—I want you to.”

Your eyebrows raise in a pleasant surprise. You lean over her and trace her sharp jawline with your fingertips. Nancy’s breath hitches when you start to lean in agonizingly slow. You want to take your time just in case Nancy might change her mind. You only pause when your lips are millimeters apart. The scent of Nancy’s vanilla chapstick invades your senses. It smells warm, and sweet. Nancy impatiently whimpers and your brain short circuits for a bit. When Nancy’s objection never comes, you finally close the gap and press your lips against hers in a delicate kiss.

Nancy’s lips are soft. So soft. It’s a stark contrast compared to Robin’s that are typically chapped. You feel a hand snake its sway to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer.

“Holy shit.” Robin’s cracked voice fills the quiet room.

You break the kiss. Nancy’s eyes are still closed and her lips slightly parted like she was expecting the kiss to last longer. You brush her bangs from her face and when she opens her eyes, they’ve never been so blue before. It’s the brightest her eyes have been in a while.

“Wow.” Nancy lets out a wispy breath. “I didn’t realize how much I missed that.”

You both break out in giddy laughter. Nancy’s hand is still wrapped around the nape of your neck, twirling a thumb through your small hairs. You revel in the soothing motions.

“You alright?” The concern in your voice makes Nancy smile warmly.

“Absolutely, but um…” Nancy trails off. Her eyes flicker over to where Robin is sitting for a split second before landing to some random place in the room. “Can you kiss me again? Like, really kiss me?”

Your stomach does flips. You look over to Robin, who’s just surprised as you are. You tilt your head in a silent question and Robin reads you immediately. She nods her head once, a gesture that lets you know it’s okay. Robin reclines back and has a goofy, smug look on her face. She wants to enjoy this.

You return your attention to Nancy and she still isn’t looking at you. She almost looks ashamed of what she’s asked. You gently grab her chin and lock eyes with her. The sparkling blueness in them has faded, slowly being taken over by her pupils. You lean in, much quicker this time, and kiss Nancy again, but lacking any kind of carefulness like the first kiss. This kiss is scalding. Nancy whines into your mouth and her grip tightens around your the back of your neck. Your body reacts at the noises she’s making, sending a pool of heat straight to your lower abdomen.

“Holy shit. Holy shit.” Robin repeats.

You want to laugh, but Nancy starts to kiss you with more confidence and you effortlessly fall in line with her movements, like you’ve kissed her a million times before. For a moment, you question why this feels so easy. So right. You love Robin without a doubt. There’s nothing that’s going to change that, but there’s always been a small part of you that’s wanted this. Wanted to know what it was like to kiss the former, or perhaps still, most desirable girl in Hawkins.

You feel Nancy’s tongue swipe against your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You willingly part your lips for her, and her tongue slides into your mouth without pause. Each glide of her tongue against yours sends a buzzing, tingling sensation throughout your body and you can feel yourself starting to get lost in her. You know you should stop before this situation gets out of hand, but you just can’t, and apparently, neither can Robin.

Nancy kisses the corner of your mouth, then she starts to press feather light kisses down your jaw till she reaches your neck. Your body goes rigid when a particular slide of her tongue makes your eyes roll back in your head.

“Fuck, Nance.” You groan. Your stillness alerts Nancy and she stops immediately. She’s got a look of pure panic on her face when she realizes what she’s doing. She scrambles away from you and leaps off the bed panting.

“Shit! I am— I’m so sorry!” Nancy’s running her hands through her hair, thoroughly freaking out. She whips her body around in a blur and looks to Robin with apologetic eyes. “Robin I didn’t mean—I don’t know what came over me—”

“Whoa, Wheeler chill.” Robin gets up and gingerly puts her hands on Nancy’s shoulders, trying to calm her. “It’s okay. We would have said something if we weren’t comfortable.” All Nancy can do is blink up at the taller girl.

“It just caught me by surprise is all, Nance.” You say breathlessly.

Robin turns Nancy by her shoulders, forcing her to look at you. Robin stands extra close behind Nancy and leans down so her mouth is right by her ear.

“I get carried away with her too.” Robin says in a low and husky voice. Nancy twitches at Robin’s close proximity and you see Nancy’s ear go adorably red in real time.

“We can keep going if you want to Nance. However far you want to take it.” The implication of your statement makes Nancy blush even more. She’s biting her bottom lip, deep in thought about your invitation. She cranes her neck to look at Robin behind her. Robin looks at her and winks.

“Are you okay with me watching?” Robin asks, rubbing Nancy’s shoulders. It’s more of a question to Nancy than you. Nancy hesitates for a second before answering.

“Yes.” She says bluntly, and Robin smiles wickedly.

You snort. “Pervert.” You say teasingly to Robin, but she just shrugs at your jeering

“Are you kidding? This is like, the hottest thing ever.” Robin claims. Nancy laughs at that, and you sense a lot of her apprehension from earlier dissolve. “So now…go get her.”

Robin shoves Nancy. It wasn’t a hard shove in the slightest, but the unexpectedness of it causes Nancy to stumble toward the bed and land on top of you. You cradle an arm around her small waist to steady her. Robin snickers and walks over to the chair, pulling it a bit closer to the bed and reclines in it again.

You sit up a bit, leaning your back against the headboard and position Nancy to straddle your lap. You internally curse when you immediately feel the heat of her coming from under her skirt. You wonder if having a spectator caused her to get worked up so quickly.

“What do you want, Nance?” You ask softly, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. You move your hand that’s around her waist to her lower back and rub small circles with your thumb. She looks at you from under her lashes. Her exquisite blue eyes display a tinge of nervousness, but also trust.

“I want…I want everything.” She pauses before continuing and breaths out sharply through her nose. “If that’s okay.”

You definitely want to give Nancy everything. You smile warmly and place your forehead against hers. “We can stop whenever you want, okay? I’ll follow your lead.” You give her a small peck on the nose before leaning back against the headboard again.

Nancy nods shyly. She brings her delicate hands up to cup your flushed face and plants a kiss on your lips. You hum contently against her. Spurred on by your agreeable sounds, she kisses you more passionately, and just like before, you both fall into an easy rhythm.

Your hands find her waist and give her a light squeeze. Nancy moans into your mouth and wraps her arms around your neck and pulls herself tighter against your body. You groan when you feel her tits brush against yours. Your kisses turn frenzied and sloppy. Wet, smacking noises and breathy moans begin to fill your room.

Robin intensely watches you and Nancy hungrily make out in front of her. The noises filling the room are starting to make her extremely hot and bothered. She shifts uncomfortably in her chair with each passing second.

Nancy is starting to get more confident. She suddenly breaks up the fervent kissing and pulls your head to the side by your hair, exposing your neck to her. She leans down and latches onto your sensitive skin, licking and sucking in all the right places.

“Oh god.” You grunt out. Nancy starts to roll her hips and you quickly find yourself becoming drunk off the heat building between you. While Nancy mercilessly attacks your neck, you feel her grab one of your hands and bring it up to her chest in an unspoken plea to touch her. You indulge her, and grope her over her blouse. She whines against your neck and your hips buck into her involuntarily. You start palming her tit, kneading and squeezing. Nancy purrs above you.

You catch Robin’s eyes over Nancy’s shoulder and she’s staring right at you. Her mouth is agape and her chest is rising and falling quickly. A wicked idea occurs to you.

“Fuck Nance, that feels so good.” You gasp in a high pitched, whiny voice, staring right into Robin’s dark blue eyes. You say it a little bit exaggerated, but neither Nancy or Robin notice. You just wanted to get a reaction out of Robin, and by the twitch in her eyes, you got one. You’re not lying though, it does feel amazing. Nancy is sucking a fresh bruise into the skin below your ear and you bite your lip at how amazing it feels. You want Robin to see the look of ecstasy on your face. She’s not jealous or mad in any way. She’s just mesmerized at the scene happening before her.

“Damnit.” Robin croaks. She runs both her hands over her face and they fall to grip her knees. You can tell it’s taking every ounce of her willpower for her not to touch herself.

Nancy stops attacking your neck to look at you. You can feel the marks she’s left on you. Spots on your skin pulse and throb and don’t need a mirror to know where the bruises are. You return your attention to Nancy, her eyes are glassy and pupils so blown you can barely see the blue in them anymore.

“Take off my shirt.” She demands. You can hear Robin groan in the background. You always knew Nancy liked to be in control of things, and you come to the conclusion that the attitude carries over to the bedroom as well, and you’re definitely not going to complain. You happily oblige her and grab the hem of her blouse as she lifts her arms in the air to help you slide the piece of fabric off her. You haphazardly toss it somewhere in the room and you take a moment to admire her frilly pink bra that you’re now eye level with. Nancy reaches behind her and starts to unclasp the hooks of her bra. Your heart starts to thunder in your chest and you can feel it hammering in your ears. The reality of the situation starts to hit you like a ton of bricks. Guess we really are doing this, you think to yourself.

The straps of the bra start to fall loosely on her slender shoulders and Nancy discards it. You are greeted with Nancy’s beautiful small tits and flushed chest.

“You’re so stunning Nance.” You utter in a throaty voice. Nancy shyly ducks her head and smiles. You lightly scrape your nails over her bare back and she arches into it, pushing her tits further closer to your face. Nancy quivers and whimpers as your fingers dance over her impeccably soft skin. Goosebumps appear all over her body and her nipples form into hardened peeks. You lick your lips thinking about taking one in your mouth but you hold back, just barely.

“Oh.” Nancy breaths out shakily. Your fingers move to graze over her rib cage and she shudders and giggles above you, light and airy. “That tickles.” She grabs both of your wrist and guides your hands toward her chest. You stare at her with uncertainty but she gives you a quick nod, letting you know it’s okay. You palm both of her tits and give them a quick squeeze. She groans as you test what kind of pressure she likes best. You massage softly at first, thumbs gently brushing occasionally against her nipples.

“You don’t…have to be so gentle.” Nancy mewls. Fuck. Your brain is completely fried at this point, but at least you have enough sense left in you to honor her suggestion. You pinch her nipples, hard and she yelps. She leans down and gives you a messy, open mouthed kiss as you tug and roughly play with her nipples. She moans obscenely down your throat and you swallow it gleefully.

“I want Robin here.” Nancy orders. Robin is currently in another world, because she didn’t hear Nancy at all. She’s somehow still sitting on that damn chair with a foggy, far away look in her eyes. You look at Robin and it gets her attention.

“Robin, do you want to join us?” You ask. Robin just blinks, completely dumbfounded.

“Oh. Yes. God yes.” She replies, her voice scratchy and deep.

Robin stands up and wobbles over to the bed. She tries to take off her shoes but she’s extra uncoordinated in her current hazy state. She almost falls over in the process. You and Nancy both laugh at the way Robin curses at her shoes. Robin finally settles in next to you on the other side of the bed. She has a better view of the both of you now, and her mouth hangs open at the sight of a topless Nancy settled into your lap.

“Wow.” Robin says out of breath. She runs a hand through her hair trying to come to terms with the fact that this is really happening in front of her.

Nancy shifts her body so that she’s straddling one of your thighs. You feel her hot center through your jeans and you whine at the contact. Nancy smiles, thoroughly satisfied at your reaction.

“Can I ride you?” Nancy asks shakily.

“Please.” You breathe out. Your hands cautiously come to rest on her hips.

Nancy grips the head board above you with both hands, completely caging you in. She starts to roll her hips slowly against the length of your thigh. Her clothed core sliding against your jeans is already creating an intense, heated friction that burns deliciously throughout your entire body. Your hands grasp her hips a little tighter, and you encourage her to move a little faster against you. Nancy sighs above you as the friction gets more and more fiery.

Robin really can’t help herself this time. You tilt your head in her direction while Nancy is preoccupied with using your thigh. Robin is so mesmerized by the way Nancy is moving against you, she doesn’t even notice you looking at her. You watch as her hand slides down her body and stops at the button on her jeans, her hips bucking in time with Nancy’s slow rolling.

“God.” You groan. The room wasn’t hot before, but it definitely is now. Nancy starts to rut faster against your thigh and you can feel a wet spot on your jeans forming. You dig your fingers into Nancy’s hips and pull her down more against you.

“Shit.” Nancy’s gasps. The headboard creaks behind you as Nancy grips it harder.

“Nancy, baby can Robin touch herself?” You say, the pet name slipping out of you. Nancy breaks her concentration for just a second to look at Robin, who looks like she’s about to break in half trying to control herself.

“Yes. Yes.” She repeats. “You two can do whatever you want I don’t—fuck. I don’t care.” And with that, the last pillars of Nancy’s nervousness crumble around you.

Robin wastes no time. She hurriedly unbuttons her jeans and slips a hand under the waistband of her underwear, her eyes rolling back in relief as she finally gets to touch herself.

“You ride my girl so well, Nance.” Robin slurs. She lazily moves her fingers against herself and you can hear how wet Robin is despite the noises coming from Nancy above you. Hearing Robin’s praises ignites something in Nancy. Her hips thrust in a short, erratic rhythm against you.

“Just like that.” You breathe out. Your grip on Nancy’s hips ground her, keeping her movements limited to short, rough bucking. Nancy throws her head up to the ceiling when a loud moan escapes her, and you are in awe at the sight.

“Suck on her tits.” Robin blurts out. You don’t need to be told twice.

You briefly kiss the valley between Nancy’s breasts before taking a nipple into your mouth. Nancy’s high pitched cries fill the room as you swirl your tongue around her and Robin starts to grind against her own fingers quicker.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” Nancy keens. One of her hands lets go of the headboard and grabs the back of your head, keeping your face locked against her bouncing tits.

You harshly suck on her nipple before releasing it with a small pop and turn your attention to the other one, repeating the same motions. Nancy’s eyes have screwed tightly shut. The sensations of everything becoming too much. You can tell she’s close, her breathing is short and shallow and she ruts impossibly faster against your leg. She’s made a terrible mess of your jeans and you wonder how wet she really is.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” Nancy slurs. Your teeth graze against her sensitive skin and that’s all it took for the dam to finally break. She throws her head back, mouth falling open and salacious moan escapes her as her climax wracks her body. The light of the setting sunlight leaks through your blinds and illuminates her body giving her a beautiful, golden glow. Her hips stutter against you, but your hands continue to move her hips up and down your thigh, prolonging her climax. Nancy starts to cry out and goes rigid. You can feel her cunt throb through your jeans.

Nancy falls against you and you wrap your arms around her to steady her. Her body twitches each time the aftershocks hit her. She’s breathing so hard against you. You run a hand along her back to soothe her, trying to calm her breathing. Nancy curls into your body, basking in the afterglow of her climax.

You gently pull back Nancy and she’s got a spaced out look in her eyes. A light sheen of sweat is on her forehead and the sides of her face. You brush back some of her hair that’s sticking to her forehead. She stares at you and smiles, all dopey and fucked out.

“Felt s’good.” She sputters.

“Oh, she is gone.” You chuckle, caressing her sculpted face.

“Hand her to me.” Robin says. Robin sits up a little and opens her arms invitingly.

“Go to Robin babe.” You coo and kiss her on top of her head.

Nancy hums and rolls off of you. She falls against Robin’s side. Robin pulls Nancy closer to her, wrapping her arm around her shoulder.

“Hand me that water.” Robin orders.

You grab the forgotten glass of water that sits on your nightstand. You quickly take a generous sip before handing it to Robin.

“Drink some water, Nance.” Robin says in a gentle voice.

Nancy parts her lips and Robin carefully maneuvers the glass to her mouth, tilting it ever so slightly. Nancy groans in appreciation as she takes a few small sips of the cold water. Some liquid dribbles out of the corner of Nancy’s mouth but Robin is quick to wipe it away.

“Good girl.” Robin murmurs and kisses the side of her head. “You were moving like crazy.” You stare lovingly at the pair. Robin is taking care of Nancy the same way she would take care of you when you get like that, and your heart almost bursts at the sight.

Robin hands the water back to you and you place it back on the nightstand.

“Mmm, thank you.” Nancy breaths out, still looking a little disoriented.

“No problem.” Robin gives a few pets to Nancy’s head. After a moment, she untangles Nancy from her embrace and gently lays her down on the pillows. “Now lay there and look pretty, so I can deal with this one.” She pointedly looks at you. You widen your eyes and stick out your tongue.

Robin carefully crawls over Nancy and pounces on you in a flourish. She quickly gets between your legs and you automatically wrap them around her waist

“Robin!” You laugh. Robin takes both of your hands and pins them above your head.

“Do you know how hot it was seeing another girl use you like that? Huh?” She bends down and gives you a searing kiss. You moan against her lips as she roughly works your mouth with her own. You try to wiggle away but it’s futile, Robin’s death grip on your wrists prevents you from going anywhere.

Nancy shifts in the bed. She turns over to watch the both of you through half lidded eyes.

Robin forces her tongue down your throat and your hips start to move against her. She lets go of your wrist to hold down your hips.

“None of that.” She growls, keeping your hips still. “Sit up.”

You obey. Robin makes quick work of your shirt, tossing it behind her. Robin can’t be bothered with unclasping the hooks on your bra, so instead she pulls down the straps over your shoulder and pulls your arms through them. She lifts it up over your head and discards it. You’ve never seen her move so fast.

“Don’t wanna go slow?” You tease.

Robin pushes you down and you hit the mattress with a soft thud. Nancy perks up a bit to look at your bare chest, her face heating up again.

“Slow went out the window when you happily sucked on another woman’s tits.” Robin retorts.

“You told me to!” You bite your lip and smile. You know there’s not an ounce of actual jealousy coming from Robin, but her rough playfulness is turning you on so much.

“Indeed I did.” Robin says. She starts undoing the buttons on your jeans and that white hot heat from earlier starts to build up inside you again.

You feel Nancy snuggle up closer to you. She nudges into your shoulder and kisses it softly. You can see in her face that she’s come down from her high, but her eyes still have that hungry look in them. You swing your arm around her to bring her closer into you, kissing her sweetly on the lips.

Robin pulls down your jeans to the floor and zeroes in on the wet patch on your underwear, but before she decides to tear the fragile fabric off of you, she turns her attention to Nancy.

“Nance?” Robin has her hands on Nancy’s skirt. Nancy nods her head giving Robin permission. Robin undoes the single button on the waistline of Nancy’s skirt and pulls it down her slender legs.

Robin sits on her knees and lets out a puff of air. She looks down at the two beautiful girls below her, eyes raking over each of your bodies. She tentatively explores Nancy’s unfamiliar curves and dips, but then admires yours she knows intimately well. She groans and rubs a hand down her face.

“I think we broke her.” Nancy says, and you both giggle. Robin’s face goes crimson red.

“Oh I’m sorry princesses. It’s not often I have two gorgeous naked women laying in front of me.” Robin pouts and puts her hands on her hips.

“Come on babe.” You console. You spread your legs open wide. You grab Nancy’s knee and pull her leg toward you, opening her up as well. “I think you know what to do.”

Robin licks her lips staring at yours and Nancy’s soaked underwear.

“This is going to be the death of me.” Robin says in a broken voice.

She gets herself together and hooks an arm around yours and Nancy’s thighs, pulling both of you toward the foot of the bed with ease. Robin stands tall, towering over the both of you. She dips her fingers in each of the waistbands of you and Nancy’s underwear and with a shuddering breath, pulls them down at the same time. She’s pulling them agonizingly slow, taking in the moment as it is. You and Nancy lift your legs up in assistance and with one final glide of fabric on skin, you both lay fully naked.

It takes herculean effort from Robin not to pass out right then and there. She places her left hand on Nancy and her right hand on you. She starts to caress her open palms over your stomachs, chest, and thighs, fervently touching as much skin as she can reach. You sink into the mattress at the soothing touches. Robin’s brain is overloaded. Her eyes dance between you and Nancy, not knowing where to look.

“So beautiful.” Robin sighed, completely in awe.

She slides her hands closer to your centers and glides her fingers through yours and Nancy’s wet slits. The two of you simultaneously whine as Robin runs her fingers up and down, generously coating her fingers in arousal.

“Fuck.” Robin grunts. “Both of you are so fucking wet.”

“Robin…” You whimper. Your hips twitch each time Robin brushes over your clit.

“We need more, please.” Nancy sobs out, finishing what you were about to say.

Robin chuckles darkly, smugness radiating off of her. “Who am I to deny what two pretty girls are begging for?”

Robin slips a finger into each of you. With how wet you are, it slides in with ease. She does a few experimental thrusts before deciding to add a second finger. You groan at the feeling of being stretched and filled by your girlfriend’s long fingers, and by the way Nancy opens her legs wider, knees bumping into yours, she’s feeling just as appreciative. You and Nancy’s combined throaty whines echoed around the room and Robin is almost dizzy from the sounds. Spurred on by the noises, Robin starts to pump faster into the both of you.

“Oh my god.” You gasp. Your back arches off the bed in a beautiful bend.

You still have your arm around Nancy, so you pull her closer into you. You hiss when her hot skin touches yours. You grab her face and kiss her. It’s a messy kiss. Both of you are moaning into each other’s mouth as Robin continues to fuck you two with her fingers. Nancy swings her arm over your torso and grabs a handful of one of your breasts, squeezing and massaging it while making out with you.

Robin can’t help but sigh heavily at the image unfolding in front of her. She watches her glistening fingers pump in and out of two different cunts, and her ears are ringing from all the high pitched, breathy moaning and obscene squelching noises. The indecent sounds and smell of everything have her knees shaking. It’s almost too much for her brain to take.

“Fucking hell.” Robin’s low tone of voice is almost unrecognizable. “Have to— taste both of you. Is that okay Nance?”

Nancy barks out a laugh. “Yes it’s okay. It’s more than okay. Just—please.”

Robin falls to her knees with her fingers still sheathed inside you. She regards the wet, needy cunts and can’t believe she has such a feast before her.

“Keep your legs raised for me princesses.” Robin orders. Both you and Nancy raise your legs higher, bending at the knees. Your angles reveal everything to Robin, and you can hear her hum deep in her throat, pleased at how the both of you quickly reacted to her words. “Good girls.”

Robin slips her fingers out of Nancy, and Nancy is about to complain until Robin plunges her tongue deep between her folds without warning.

“Fuck, Robin!” Nancy damn near screams as she spasms against you.

Robin delightfully groans into Nancy’s pussy, savoring the unfamiliar taste of her. She works her tongue in languid up and down motions, lapping up every drop of her arousal. She doesn’t forget about you though. She curls her fingers deep inside you and pumps in a steady rhythm, expertly rubbing the growing swollen spot inside you. Your hips grind against her fingers, meeting her thrust for thrust.

“Robin…” You say her name like a prayer. You’re honestly impressed she’s able to keep up with satisfying both you and Nancy, given how graceless she can be.

You untangle yourself from Nancy, reaching down to rub your aching clit as Robin fucks you with her fingers. You close your eyes, concentrating on the lewd sounds deafening the room. Robin is hungrily eating out Nancy next to you. You can hear every lick, suck and sharp sob. It’s strange how you feel about it. You don’t feel how you’re suppose to feel about your girlfriend worshiping another woman’s pussy. You love Robin, and you love Nancy. Somehow, it makes sense to you, and maybe it makes sense to all three of you, because you’ve never been so turned on in your life. The pleasure building deep within you is growing fast. Robin unlatches herself from Nancy’s cunt and turns her attention to yours. She pulls out her fingers and shoves her tongue inside your entrance unexpectedly.

“Oh fu—!” You cry out, and your hands fly to clutch the bedsheets.

You spread your legs impossibly wider for her, and you can feel the tip of her nose press against your clit as she tries to get as deep as she can. Her pointed tongue swirls inside you and the sensation has you seeing stars. She never breaks her concentration on Nancy either. Robin moves her fingers back to Nancy’s cunt and rubs small tight circles over her swollen, red clit. Robin is working overtime, making sure each girl gets the same attention.

Her tongue leaves your hole and swipes up to focus on your clit, wrapping her plush lips around it and lashes at the sensitive flesh with quick flicks of her tongue. You writhe wildly on the bed jerking your hips into Robin’s face, knuckles turning white as you grip the bed sheets tighter. You feel the muscles tighten in your lower abdomen, the white hot coil inside you is almost too much to bear, and it’s getting harder to keep your legs raised. You’re so close.

You feel a hand tighten over your wrist. You look over through squinted eyes, and see that Nancy is gazing at you. She’s breathing hard through parted lips, and she looks so beautifully blissed out. You flip your hand over, and entangle your fingers together.

“Make her cum Robin.” Nancy pleads, her eyes never leaving yours.

You feel Robin growl against you, and now you have her full attention. She’s got both of her hands on you now. Her right hand hooks under one of your knees, keeping you open and spread, her other hand goes to your cunt. She shoves two fingers into you roughly, and you cry out at being stretched again.

“Robin I’m so close-!” You yell, your voice turning into a desperate whine.

Robin brutally pumps her fingers into you, the base of her knobby knuckles pounding against your cunt. You can feel her many rings press up against you with each thrust. Her tongue swirls rapidly against your clit. The sounds around you start to fade away, reduced to muffled buzzing. You grip Nancy’s hand tighter, the touch is the only thing grounding you to this world. You can feel your walls clenching tighter around Robin’s fingers, and she must feel it too, because she moves her fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion against your inner walls and your breath hitches.

“Robin, y—you’re gonna make me cum—!” Your eyes roll back in your head when your orgasm rips through you. You let out a crying scream, unable to contain the intense pleasure bursting from within you. You squeeze Nancy’s hand tighter, fearing you might actually hurt her, but she squeezes back just as hard. Your body convulses as Robin’s continues to fuck you through your climax, your arousal flowing out of you with each lazy pump of her fingers and her mouth is still locked on your clit, sucking roughly. You try and recoil away, but Robin is relentless and continues her onslaught. Tears start flowing from your eyes at the overstimulation.

Nancy lets go of your hand and grabs the top of Robin’s head, yanking her by the hair away from you. You’re grateful for it, because any second longer and you might have been reduced to a lifeless puppet. Robin lets go with a gasp of breath, a string of spit and arousal falls from her lips. She’s breathing hard and her eyes are so blown she doesn’t even look like herself. A shadow of pure lust masks her once soft features, and god, it’s really hot to see her like that. Your limp legs fall over the edge of the mattress with a thud and your entire lower body twitches as the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm subside.

“My turn.” Nancy growls, and pulls Robin by the hair to her spread legs.

Robin, still hungry for more, happily lets her face be shoved back into Nancy’s waiting cunt. Nancy shudders and stretches her arms down to lock her fingers behind Robin’s head. Robin is trapped, and she loves it. She moans into a face full of pussy as Nancy starts to rock the length of her cunt into Robin’s face. Robin can only lay her tongue flat, letting Nancy use her.

After a few uneven breaths, you somehow find the strength to sit up. You lean back with your arms supporting you and watch as your loving girlfriend gets her face fucked with reckless abandon by your best friend. Robin locks eyes with you and she makes a whining noise when you give her a doting smile.

“You could do this for hours, couldn’t you babe?” You say affectionately. You reach over and brush her sweat covered bangs away from her face, Nancy never breaks her movements. “You love it.”

Robin responds with another whine and bucks her hips into nothing. You smile wickedly and continue to watch, transfixed at the way Nancy moves. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly and her thighs are quivering more and more.

“Fuck.” You hear Nancy huff out. “I don’t think—don’t think I can keep my legs up anymore.”

“Help her out baby.” You direct Robin.

Robin quickly resolves the issue, and plants her open palms on the underside of Nancy’s thighs, pressing down, helping her keep her legs raised and open. With this position, Robin gained a little bit more control, and Nancy lets her hands fall from the back of Robin’s head.

“Perfect.” You murmur. “Now please make her come.”

Robin grunts and sloppily works her tongue against Nancy’s cunt, moving her head up, down, and side to side. Nancy lets out a guttural moan at the fierce pace. You scoot closer to her, and take her hand like she did for you, dotting light kisses up and down her arm.

“Close. So close.” Nancy sputters.

Encouraged, Robin latches onto Nancy’s swollen clit licking and sucking the sensitive nub. Nancy’s eyes screw shut, and her mouth hangs open in a silent moan, and you watch as her stomach muscles become taut. She squeezes your hand so hard that her arms shakes. You wince a bit, but it doesn’t really bother you, you’re too distracted at the way her body moves against the sheets. She sucks in a sharp breath as her back arches off the bed.

And for the second time today, Nancy cums, hard. She makes an unrestrained, strangled noise when her orgasm shatters her body. Her small but strong thighs threaten to crush Robin’s head, but Robin makes no attempt to move. Robin can only flatten out her tongue as Nancy restricts her movements, and she lets Nancy ride out her climax for as long as she wants. It’s only when Nancy goes completely limp does Robin pull back. She sits on her knees with her head looking at the ceiling, gasping for breath. She hasn’t taken a moment to really breathe for a while. Not that she minded. If Robin succumbed to the fate of suffocating between a woman’s thighs, she would have died a happy woman.

Nancy twitches beside you, her eyes are glassy and half lidded.

“You alright, Nance?” You caress her heated cheeks with the back of your knuckles, and she nudges into the gentle touch.

“God yes. I’m so perfect.” She smiles, the corners of her mouth quirking up cutely.

You smile relieved, knowing that she’s still okay. You move in to give her a quick, soft kiss and she returns it, sighing contently.

While Nancy takes a moment to even out her breathing, you shakily sit up again. Robin is still sitting on the floor, breathing heavily. You groan at the sight of her. She is filthy. Her lips are red and puffy, and arousal and spit practically drip from her cheeks and chin. You even see a shimmering wet spot on her nose. She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes lighting up when she sees you staring at her.

“Do you need anything baby?” You ask her in a soothing voice.

Robin shakes her head and messily wipes at her face with the back of her hands. “I don’t think I need anything else ever in my life.” She jokes, her voice raspy and coarse.

Nancy sits up and scoots closer to you. She looks down at Robin, captivated.

“You sure you don’t need anything Robin?” Nancy tilts her head, her implication hanging in the air.

“Oh!” Robin’s voice cracks. “You guys don’t have—I don’t want Nance to do anything she doesn’t want to do. I’m fine—uh really. I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but I’ll just—.”

Robin goes on a ramble. You and Nancy slowly look at each other with an amused expression, giggling fondly.

“Robin.” Nancy gently interrupts her.

Robin closes her mouth with a click, cringing at herself for allowing her mouth to run wild at a time like this.

“Get on the bed.” You order.

Robin doesn’t say another word. She submits and stands up on shaky legs. Her already unbutton jeans hang slightly off her hips. You and Nancy scoot back and give and Robin space to crawl between both of you. She flops on her back and opens her arms, allowing you and Nancy to curl up on either side of her. You throw your legs over Robin, entangling your limbs with Nancy’s as she does the same.

“If this is a dream, please never wake me up.” Robin quips.

You roll your eyes affectionately and kiss her. She smiles broadly into the kiss. You immediately taste the arousal that lingers on her lips, a mixture of your own and Nancy’s. You moan deeply, wanting to taste more. She opens her mouth for you, and you slip your tongue inside. Robin’s velvety tongue swipes against yours, and you taste it more strongly. It’s intoxicating. Nancy tugs on Robin’s chin, breaking her kiss with you. Robin turns her head not wanting to let Nancy feel left out, but for a split second, you see a flash of nervousness on Robin’s face. She had no problem going down on another girl just minutes before, but the thought of actually kissing another girl has her shy. You find it so endearing, for some reason.

But just as quickly as it came, that nervousness vanishes. Robin kisses Nancy sweetly at first, but the smaller girl takes charge, and kisses her back more passionately. Nancy coaxes Robin to loosen up, allowing Nancy to guide her through the motions. You can see Robin visibly relax, thankful that Nancy took control in that moment.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes.” You say, tugging on Robin’s shirt.

You and Nancy start pawing at Robin clothes, pulling her back and forth. Robin is about to lose her mind, being manhandled by two pretty girls. Robin’s clothes are aimlessly thrown in every direction until she’s lying completely naked. There’s so much skin, every brush of Robin and Nancy’s hot skin on yours is overwhelming. Feather light touches suddenly feel like scorching pokers against your flesh.

Nancy is the first to move. She crawls closer to Robin’s legs and you can feel Robin go tense against you. Her eyes roam all over Robin’s body, fascinated by the abundant amount of freckles that litter her arms, stomach and thighs.

Nancy gently lays a hand on Robin’s knee and looks at her. “May I?” She asks in a gentle tone.

Robin, the sweet thing, looks at you for an answer. She looks apprehensive, more for you than herself. With everything that’s happened today, you’d think there wouldn’t be any more lines to cross, but you think it’s cute that Robin still doesn’t want to make either of you upset.

“It’s okay babe.” You smile reassuringly at her. “Let Nancy take care of you, if you want.”

Robin turns back to Nancy, and nods certainly. Nancy’s mouth falls open in a delighted smile, pleasantly surprised.

You sit up straight and lean back against the headboard opening your arms. Robin scoots and nestles between your legs, her back against your stomach. She rests her head on your between breasts and you wrap your arms around her, enveloping her in a comforting hold.

Nancy settles in between Robin’s legs, lowering herself flat against the bed. She eases her legs open, digging her fingers into the plushness of Robin’s inner thighs, and you can feel Robin shudder along your body. Nancy makes a sound of approval when Robin fully opens up to her. You rub soothing strokes along Robin’s arms.

Nancy experimentally licks through Robin’s wet folds, enjoying the taste of her, and Robin’s reaction is immediate. She whimpers and arches her back against you, opening her mouth and panting. You lean down and kiss the top of her head.

“I’m already so—fuck.” Robin struggles to say. Her hips buck involuntarily, Nancy constricts her arms around Robin’s thighs to keep her from moving. “I’m already so close it’s not even funny.” She finishes.

It is funny, you think. Robin’s been wound up for a while, and you know it’s because she was ravenously eating out you and Nancy like she hadn’t had a meal in days. It got her worked up more than anything you could actually do to her physically. Robin gets off on giving, and that didn’t change just because another person was involved.

Nancy starts to work faster after Robin’s admission, tongue expertly dancing over Robin’s already sensitive clit. You watch with hungry eyes as Nancy greedily laps at your girlfriend’s cunt. A wispy breath escapes you and you’re unable to control yourself. You glide your hands over Robin’s chest, groping both of her tits. She moans deep in her chest at the extra stimulation. You tweak and roll her nipples between your fingers and her head falls to the side at the amount of pleasure she’s receiving.

“Need—little more.” Robin cries out and closes her eyes tightly.

Nancy hums in acknowledgment against her and presses the tips of two fingers against her entrance, slowly stretching her to fit them. With Robin already so wet, it didn’t take long for Nancy to fully sheath two digits deep inside her. Nancy starts to gently pump her fingers into Robin and you feel a deep rumble against your front. Robin wiggles in your hold, clutching the bedsheets with a vice like grip, trying desperately not to cum too fast.

Nancy looks up through her lashes and watches as you leisurely toy with Robin’s tits. Inspired, Nancy curls her fingers and fucks Robin faster, licking tight, quick circles around her aching clit. Robin whines and starts to roll her hips in time with Nancy’s movements. Every touch sends a shiver through Robin. You find it amazing how sensitive she is given that neither you or Nancy have touched her till this point. The thought makes you absently squeeze Robin’s tits a little harder, and she yelps in response.

“Oh—oh fuck.” She whimpers, her breathing becoming uneven.

You move one hand away from her chest and grab her chin, forcing her to look up at you.

“Open your eyes babe.” You mewl, swiping your thumb across Robin’s bottom lip.

Robin lets out a high pitched whine before opening her deep blue eyes to look at you. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, a film of hazy desire blanket them and she looks so out of it.

“Nancy’s doing such a good job isn’t she?” Your voice is warm and soft. Robin breaths raggedly through her nose and nods. You kiss Robin’s sweaty forehead and force her head to turn back to Nancy. “Tell her. Tell her how it feels.” You command. Robin’s breath hitches at the timbre of your voice.

Robin groans when she locks eyes with Nancy. “It feels amazing, Nance. You’re—fuck. You’re gonna make me cum so fast.” Robin chokes out, brows furrowing.

Nancy makes a whimpering muffled noise between Robin’s legs. Encouraged by the praises, she works double time against Robin’s cunt, focusing her efforts on reaching deep inside with faster thrusts, and her tongue continues its sloppy, erratic lashing on her clit.

You go back to fondling Robin’s tits again, using the pads of your thumbs to rub lazy circles over her hardened nipples. Robin’s eyebrows crease together as she tries to concentrate on the bombardment of sensations she’s receiving.

“Shit. Fuck. I’m—” Robin goes quiet and still against you, her back muscles spasm against your torso and her legs jut out straight becoming stiff as boards. Her long arm reaches down and grabs a fistful of Nancy’s hair and holds her still, hips bucking in a broken rhythm into her face. A guttural moan bursts from Robin as she arches off of you and cums on Nancy’s pretty face.

You run soothing strokes along Robin’s arms and whisper sweet nothing against her head as she rides out her climax. Nancy slows her movements, coaxing out as much pleasure as she can for Robin, only stopping when Robin starts to wince and squirm away from her.

Robin goes listless in your embrace, panting hard. Nancy pulls back and sits on her knees, licking her dripping lips, not wanting to waste any of Robin’s wetness. She stares at you and Robin and smiles endearingly.

“I’ve been out of practice for a while, I hope that was okay.” Nancy says, half joking.

Robin snorts. “Shut up, Wheeler. You know that was more than okay.”

The three of you laugh together, unbridled and joyous. It’s a surreal feeling, considering what you just did with your girlfriend and best friend. There’s no awkwardness hanging in the air, at least, there hasn’t been for a while, and the energy in the room can only be described as serene. You keep thinking to yourself that you should be feeling some kind of shame, or regret, but those feelings never come.

Nancy is smiling, wide and toothy, eyes crinkling at the corners. You rarely see Nancy with such an unrestrained smile.

Robin is laughing, in that high pitched, scratchy kind of way you only really hear when she’s too excited about something.

Seeing the two people you love most in the world be so happy and comfortable with each other after engaging in something extremely emotional and physically intense has you almost teary eyed. You can’t sense any regret from them either.

Suddenly, everything falls into place.

—

Half an hour passes by, and the three of you are in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs on the bed. Your bedsheets hang halfway off the mattress, and clothes are tossed all over the room. Robin lays sandwiched between you and Nancy, her arms around both of you. Nancy has her back against Robin’s left side, using her shoulder as a pillow and clutching the rest of arm. You’re snuggled up tightly on Robin’s right side, your arm around her torso and head on her chest. The room is too warm and reeks of sex. You know you should probably crack a window or something, but you can’t bring yourself to move, not when you’re this comfortable.

“She’s fast asleep.” You hear Robin whisper to you.

You sit up slightly and check on Nancy, who’s indeed fast asleep, breathing softly through parted lips. She looks so peaceful. You shift slightly in Robin’s hold, facing her closely.

“Robin…” you begin to say, keeping your voice low. “Are you okay?”

Robin notices your worried expression, and pulls you closer against her.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay. I promise.” She smiles genuinely, and you feel reassured.

She looks like she wants to say something else, and you wait to see if she does. Your stomach drops with more and more after each passing second of silence.

Robin takes in a huge breath, careful not to wake Nancy. “But, what happens now? I don’t think this is what you were expecting when we were talking in the kitchen.”

You think back to earlier when you were getting Nancy’s glass of water with Robin. The two of you had talked about seeing where it could possibly go with Nancy, and both you and Robin agreed that whatever happened, happened, and that the two of you would be okay with it, but neither of you could have predicted it going this far.

“Yea…it kinda just kept going huh?” You say, a little embarrassed and Robin fails to hold in a laugh.

Nancy stirs and you and Robin go still. She turns over in Robin’s embrace, and absently throws her arm around Robin’s front, her hand clutching around yours. Even though Nancy is still fast asleep, oblivious of what she just did, your heart flutters at the sweet gesture. The fact that she did it in her sleep makes it so much better.

“I don’t know what happens next but, maybe we can just enjoy whatever this is? At least for now.” You look at Robin, studying her reaction.

Robin purses her lips, deep in thought. She regards the sleeping girl on her chest and brings her hand up to run her fingers lightly through Nancy’s hair. Nancy makes a small, content noise in her sleeping state. Then, Robin does the same to you and you close your eyes enjoying the comforting motions.

“I think I can get behind that.” Robin says with a smile.

You can figure this all out later, but for now, you curl into your girlfriend and hold your best friend’s hand a little tighter. The light sounds of Robin and Nancy’s steady breathing lull you into a tiredness you didn’t know you were feeling, and before you know it, you fall fast asleep with a smile on your face.

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Newborn

Pairing: Evan Hawkins x reader

Summary: Evan didn't think he could be any happier, but that all changes when he gets to hold his newborn son in his arms

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: mentions of c-sections/surgery

Word Count: 1,165

"Hey beautiful," Evan greeted and peaked him head into our bedroom. "You up yet?"

"No," I grumble sleepily from where I was snuggled up in blankets. "I don't want to get up."

"But you have to get up," Evan retorted and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Today's the day! We're finally gonna get to meet our little munchkin!"

"Please stop calling the baby that," I beg. "I'm only excited for today because we'll finally give the baby a name, and then you don't have to use that ridiculous nickname."

"You secretly love it," Evan teased and leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead. "Now come on and get up. We've gotta be at the hospital in like an hour."

"Ugh," I groan and sit up. "All right. I'll get ready then."

"How are you not as excited as me right now?" Evan asked. "I'm freaking out!"

"I am excited, honey. Seriously," I assure him and send a small smile his way. "I'm just not excited for this surgery."

"I get that," Evan confessed and put his face down by my swollen stomach. "You just had to make things difficult, didn't you?"

"Babies are breech all the time, Ev," I notify him. "It's actually pretty common. But I'm glad the date is finally here because in a few months I can get back to work!"

Evan laughed. "You and your work, Y/n. You're a workaholic!"

"I'm not a workaholic. I just love my job!" I defend.

I was working as a firefighter at Firehouse 51 on Squad 3 when Evan and I had met. He had worked with Violet on Ambulance 61 for a few shifts while Sylvie was off in Oregon visiting Matt. We hit things off right away, and the rest was history. I hadn't been able to work on Squad 3 since I found out I was pregnant, so it's been about 9 months. Luckily, Chief Boden let me work in the office with Kylie so that I could still be around everyone.

"I know you do, Y/n," Evan confirmed and hopped off the bed. "I've got all of the hospital bags downstairs by the door, so as soon as you're ready, we can head to the hospital."

In no time, I was all dressed and got myself situated in the passenger seat of the car. Evan loaded the rest of our things into the backseat, and within half an hour, I was set up in my hospital room in the labor and delivery wing of Chicago Med. I was on my phone when Evan walked in with the ice chips I had asked for, and he set them down on the tray next to my bed.

"Thanks," I murmur and continuing typing away at the keypad on my phone.

"Who are you texting?" Evan inquired.

"I was texting my mother that we got to the hospital. But then Stella texted the group chat with me, Sylvie, and Vi, and now they're blowing it up with messages on how excited they are to meet the baby. The amount of emojis being used right now...." I trailed off and placed my phone on the table next to me. "I need a break."

"I think I can provide a distraction from that. Since the moment's finally here, what do you think? Boy or girl?" Evan posed.

"I know that you and all of the guys at 51 want it to be a boy," I bring up. "And the fact that your side of the family is mostly guys only helps with that."

"But?" Evan prompted.

"But nothing. I'd be happy with either," I admit. "I think a girl would be easier, especially if I'm gonna be doing this whole parenting by myself for the first few months."

"Whoa whoa whoa," Evan interrupted. "What gave you the idea that you'd be doing this all alone?"

"Well I just figured that it'd be hard for you to take all that time off," I reason.

"Y/n, you and I are in this together. I already put in time off for the first week after the baby is born, and after that I'll only be going in 3 days a week instead of 5 with shortened hours," Evan informed me.

"You're the best, Ev. I love you," I say and lean over to peck his lips.

"I love you too," Evan returned. "Not get some rest. You're gonna need it. That means you too, munchkin."

A Few Hours Later........

"You doing okay?" Evan asked from where he was seated next to my head in the operating room.

"Yeah," I reply. "I'm good. Are you okay? You look like you're about to start bouncing off the walls."

"I might just do that," Evan revealed jokingly as his foot tapped anxiously against the floor. Suddenly, it felt like a huge pressure was lifted off of me, and then crying pierced the air.

"Congratulations you guys. You're now the parents of a healthy baby boy," the doctor announced.

"Did you hear that, Y/n? We have a son," Evan gushed.

"You do. And he's beautiful," the nurse told us and placed the baby on my chest.

"He's got your nose, Ev," I note as I held the baby against me.

"That he does," Evan agreed and pressed a kiss to my head.

The next hour or so was a blur. The rest of the surgery went by pretty quickly, and before I knew it, we were back in the recovery room excited to spend time with our newborn. The nurse wheeled our son into the room and placed him into my arms, and the baby cooed softly.

"You guys have a beautiful son," the nurse asserted.

"Thank you. Um, our co-workers and family are waiting for a name and a picture," Evan claimed and held up my phone. "They can't come in until after work. Would you mind taking a picture for us?"

"I would love to," the nurse responded and took my phone. As soon as she took the picture, the nurse handed the phone back to Evan and excused herself from the room.

"All right dad. Here you go," I offer and pass him our baby in exchange for my phone. "I know you've been dying to hold him."

"Hey munchkin," Evan greeted softly and rocked the baby back and for.

"Evan, we agreed that once the baby was born you wouldn't call him that," I lecture.

"Sorry," Evan apologized and stared down at the baby lovingly. "Hey, James. Welcome to the world buddy."

As Evan was busy gushing over the baby, I was typing out a text message to all of Firehouse 51. They were very impatient, so I figured I should do this now rather than later. I sent the picture that the nurse had just taken, and below it I typed out a text before hitting send.

"Welcome the newest addition to the Firehouse 51 family, James Christopher Hawkins."

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literallylexa · 3 months

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Dr. Monster (Dean x Sam x Cas x Reader)

Chapter 1: “Monster Town”

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Saving people, killings things, it’s the family business. During one of Sam and Dean’s hunts, they came across a smaller town in Oregon. Strange encounters happen is this town frequently, however there hasn’t been any killings or missing persons until now. The boys find their way to a veterinary hospital and find the cause of it…

This story does NOT go along with the SPN series. I may change some parts and pretend like some people didn’t die, or some things didn’t happen lol. This story is about YOU. This is going to be a longer storyline. Has a bit of a mystery aspect to it. Specific chapters will be for certain romantic interests which I will put in the beginning of each chapter. This story is about (Y/N). Think of it as an entire season about YOU! Still developing a storyline but has lots of ideas. Super excited I haven’t made a fanfiction in years. Please send in any suggestions or ideas and I will try to incorporate it to the story!

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Another day. Saving people, killing things, it’s the family business for the two hunters Sam and Dean. Sometimes the boys have a break for a couple days to a week, but that’s if they’re lucky. Most of the time the end of the world has suddenly fallen upon them, but maybe the boys get theirselves into these situations too.

“So,” Sam begins, taking a long sip of his morning iced vanilla oatmilk shaken expresso, shaking it slightly to mix the drink back together. “In a town in Oregon, lots of people have seen strange encounters.” Sam reads. “However there are no missing persons or murders. Until just recently. A girl was found dead. Heart ripped out. Could be a werwolf.”

Dean sighs and rolls over in bed, clearly feeling tired from the long drive last night. “Another case? We just finished one.” Dean whines, covering his eyes from the rays of sunshine coming in through the small holes on the dusty motel curtain.

“Just listen. So people have been seeing weird things at night. Like for example this guy wrote that he came out of a bar, and saw a full size, standing up and everything dog eating a cheeseburger.”

“Must have been a damn good burger.” Dean mumbles, slightly peaking interest. “What’s in that burger?” Sam laughs, “They do have one of the best cheeseburgers in Oregon.”

“Perfect. We can eat a cheeseburger while ganking a werwolf….okay yeah let’s go.” Dean immediately starts packing his things excitingly.

The boys arrive in the late evening. “Let’s get some burgers.” Dean drives into the parking spot at the diner. “Mountain Diner.” Sam reads aloud. The town was set next to the mountains, already high in elevation. Snow tipped mountains can be spotted in the distance, along with the forrest that surrounds the town. It was a breath of fresh air, something that the city could never provide. Sam and Dean always enjoyed spots like this, calm, quiet, away from the city and everything that comes with it. However, they still have a worry about what comes out of the woods at night. As long as Baby is with them, they’re safe. The diner smelt like beer and grilled food, almost making Dean’s mouth water from the aroma. Dean skips to the bar, with Sam trailing behind. Sam liked to see Dean this happy, after everything that’s happened, after everyone they’ve lost. Sam’s mind sometimes travels to what if they weren’t hunters anymore, what if they could stay in one town and life our their lives there. Before he thinks too much, he always snaps his head back to reality, and forces a smile. Around 9pm the diner begins to get full. People coming in large groups ordering shots and getting drunk. Lights turn low and the music genre changes. “Guess this is the bar too.” Dean laughs, “I’m already loving this town.” Sam chuckles. “One drink won’t hurt.”

“What? Sammy wants to drink?” Dean is flabbergasted. Sam never drinks while on a case. Maybe a beer with some food but never hard liquor.

“I think it’s good to have a break every now and ya know, we can’t save the world all the time.” Sam says. Sam has been reminiscing about the past. What life was for the short period of time when he was in collage, with Jess. He’s been longing to be that happy again.

“Cheers to that.” Dean smiles, handing Sam a shot.

As the night ends, Sam and Dean decide it’s time to turn in. They will work tomorrow, finding out who’s the werwolf. As the boys are heading to Baby, a loud scream rips through the air. Even with the boys being a little drunk, they immediately snap out of it and run over to the sound, guns in hand. There lies a women on the floor with a bite mark on her neck.

“Vamps.” Sam grinds his teeth.

“I thought you said it was a werwolf?” Dean raises an eyebrow.

“Not anymore.”

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“Fucking vampires!” Dean throws his duffle bag onto the old motel bed. The aesthetic of this motel was actually very nice compared to previous ones. Walls were wooden, almost rustic looking. Plaid curtains cover the large window facing the woods. As they walked through the motel room, the wooden floor creaks below them.

“Yeah tell me about it.” Sam sighs, running his large hand through his soft conditioned hair. He looks through their weapons bag. Dead man’s blood, syringes, machetes, silver bullets, and silver weapons. Seems about right.

“So first a werwolf, now a vampire. What the fuck is going on?!” Dean exclaims.

Sam’s brows furrow together, creating wrinkles on his forehead. “Maybe we should talk to the locals, they’re the ones who are only seeing things at night. I mean…all the sudden two killings back to back? That makes no sense.” The Winchesters turn in for the night, a long day of head of them tomorrow.

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The boys hit up the local diner to begin the morning. Seems like at all times of the day the diner was busy. “Welcome to the diner…looks like we have some new faces here. Is it your first time visiting?” The waitress asks. Dean smiles “Yes it is. We are actually just following up on a murder, happened last night.” Sam and Dean show their badges.

“Wow the FBI is here for that? I’m pretty sure the police have already taken care of it.” The waitress continues to smile. “We never have any kind of stuff like that happen here, must have been some kind of freak accident.”

“Not sure about that since there has been two killings in the last couple days. The boss just wanted us to investigate due to the nature of this town, weird sightings and all.” Dean smiles back. “Have you seen anything yourself?”

The waitress holds her notebook to her chest, looking up at the ceiling deep in thought. “I guess now that I think of it I do remember this one encounter. It was just a couple days ago. I was walking home one night and I seen blood on the side of the road. There, I see a large, like really large dog, wolf type of thing laying there, blood all around it. Maybe got hit by a car. Could have sworn it said help me. Like a human. Actually no I’m certain it said it.”

“A large dog?” Sam questions, “Did it look like a human or like an animal?”

“An animal, obviously.” I ended up taking him to the local veterinarian. Uh… Dr. (Y/N) if I remember correctly.”

“Then what?” Sam asks.

“I don’t know, the Doctor took the dog back and helped it….listen there is a lot of weird stuff in this town. However nothings has ever hurt us. We kinda just turn a blind eye to this kind of stuff. Everyone takes care of each other here. Nobody would kill anyone. We’ve just had some back luck recently. Freak accident.” She tries to reassure Sam.

“Where is this animal hospital at?”

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“Don’t you find it weird that two of the stories we have are both of a dog or wolf, but yet it was a vamp who murdered that girl last night?” Sam asks. “What is this a supernatural hot spot?” Dean raises an eye brow.

The Winchesters arrive at the animal hospital. The parking lot and lobby is dead, not a car in sight besides Baby, and a (your car). “Must be the Dr’s car.” Dean says. A small bell rings when they enter the hospital. A sterile smell fills the air, tiles on the floor recently waxed and cleaned. Colorful pastel walls surround them. A door behind the reception area opens, revealing a woman. “Hello, how can I help you?” The woman asks. Her (long/stort) (h/c) hair frames her face perfectly, matching her beautiful (e/c) eyes, making eye contact with the boys. She wore (f/c) scrubs that were a little tight exposing all of her curves. Sam and Dean almost let out a gasp, their palms getting sweaty, their confident demeanor loosening from the godess in front of them. You must be Dr. (Y/N)?” Sam speaks up clearing his throat. It’s not often for a woman to get Sam worked up as he is right now, just talking to her. Her voice was like music to his ears. Sexy, sweet, calming. He could listen to her talk all day long about nothing.

(Y/N) slightly smiles, her soft, glossed lips touching making Sam and Dean drool imagining what those lips could do to them. “Yes I am, how can I help you?” She asks again.

“Yes uh my partner here and I are part of a wildlife rehabilitation rescue program. We had heard of an injured animal?” Sam says. (Y/N) seemed shocked, however she quickly covers her expression and puts on a smile once again. “Ah yes uh, nothing too bad of an injury, just a little scratch. They are back into the wild now, all safe and healthy.” She says a little too quick, almost acting like she is hiding something.

“Good to hear it is doing better. Would you be able to describe the animal for us to we can put out a watch for it?” Sam asks.

“It was a wolf. Just a typical wolf you’ll see from out these woods. You guys aren’t around here I’m assuming?” (Y/N) tries to end of the conversation, nervously twirling her hair.

“Unfortunately not. Have there been any other hurt animals? Any cattle mutilations? Or anything like that?” Dean asks, savoring the look of her. His eyes darken as he looks up and down her frame, taking in the sight of this beautiful woman. He loves a woman in scrubs.

“Stuff like that doesn’t happen here.” (Y/N) says defensively. “Do you have anymore questions for me or can I get back to my job?”

“No Doctor, that is all we needed. Thank you.” Sam smiles and nods his head. Sam and Dean end out of the hospital, looking at each other with a raised eye brow. (Y/N) let’s out a deep sigh, watching the boys get into their car and drive off.

“Hunters.” (Y/N) sighs and locks the door, picking up her phone to make a call. The encounter today with the strange men made (Y/N) nervous. Sure, they were tall, sexy, mysterious- but they were also hunters too. (Y/N) knows all the fake badges, stories, false identities, as she’s ran into these type of people before. She can take care of this town by herself, she has a special kind of help.

“Hello?” A man says on the other line. “Did you hear about what happened at the diner yesterday?” The man asks.

“Yeah. That’s not the only thing. Hunters are here too.”

“Hunters? Damnit…Have you spoke to them?”

“They were just here asking questions about Jake. Maybe we need to stay low for a while.

“No. We are not going to hide anymore. If the hunters are here to kill us, we will have to kill them first.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. We need to stay as low profile as possible I just want to help-“ (Y/N) gets cut off by a blood curdling scream through the phone. It was her friend. Her body is immediately set into motion, checking her friends gps signal, grabbing a gun, and setting out to the woods.

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“She’s definitely hiding something.” Dean immediately says when they are out of eye sight. Sam agrees, nodding his head. “I’m just still confused on why there was a vamp killing and then one wolf. I mean, and then this whole town is weird. They just look the other way.”

“Our only lead is (Y/N). I say before she heads out we force her to tell the truth. Silver knife and dead man’s blood just in case.” Dean explains.

“Really? You just want to barge in there half- cocked?” Sam questions, almost angry.

“Clearly nobody else knows what’s going on except (Y/N). She could be the supernatural being!” Dean stops Baby on the side of the road.

“What if there are others?” Sam asks. “Maybe we can just follow her home and confront her tomorrow. What if there’s another killing tonight? We need to keep an eye on (Y/N). Then we can rule her out.” A fast movement catches the boys attention. They peer into the forest besides them. A scream rips through the air, almost sounding animalistic. “That didn’t sound human.” Sam and Dean arrive to the location. Another man is dead, however his head is chopped off. “Fuck.” The boys say in unison. (Y/N) arrives to the location as well, chest heaving up and down as she was running. Sweat rolling down her face. She gasps at the sight of her friend. Sam and Dean point their guns at her “Stop where you are at.” The boys check the body. They lift up the man’s lips and expose the mans teeth. “Vampire.”

(Y/N) stares at Sam and Dean, debating on what to do next. She doesn’t do much hand to hand combat, there is no way she could win this fight. Especially comparing their size to hers. “You killed him.” She whimpers, heart racing.

Sam and Dean are confused. “We didn’t kill him. He was like this. Do you know this man?”

“Yes I do. I know what he is, and I know what you are too.” (Y/N) raises her gun. “You’re hunters!” She yells out. The boys are wide eyed, confused in the situation. “And what are you?” Sam asks.

“I’m human. I’m just a doctor.”

“And how do we know that?” Dean questions.

“You don’t. But both you and I know there’s something out there killing people.”

“This man was not a person. He’s a vampire.” Dean kicks his head facing (Y/N).

“Not all monsters are evil.” (Y/N) says, aiming a gun at the men. “Monsters protect this town; they protect me. Now, I don’t know what you guys brought with you when you came here, but you need to leave. Right. Now.” (Y/N) clocks her gun, aiming to kill.

“Are you a hunter?” Sam asks putting his hands up into the air. “We can work together, kill whatever killed your friend and that woman last night.” Sam takes multiple slow steps towards (Y/N).

“We can handle what’s going on here. You need to leave.”

“We?” Dean questions. Sam continues to walk closer to (Y/N).

“I’m not alone. If you hurt me you’ll have monsters come hunt you, wherever you are. I take care of them, and they take care of my town.”

Sam and Dean take a glance at each other. Is she really human? They haven’t been able to do any tests on her. Dead man’s blood, salt, holy water, silver. “Put down the gun.” Sam asks, being face to face with (Y/N) at this point. He looks down at her with a gentle smile on his face, reaches out a hand to hers. The second they touch, (Y/N)’s (e/c) eyes glow, and she falls to the ground. Images of hell, Lucifer, fill her brain and then, she only sees black.

“She’s not human. Not fully at least.” A raspy voice wakes up (Y/N). His dark blue eyes burn into her soul and he looks at her. Almost too closely. Their lips were itches apart, Castiel could see every detail on (Y/N)’s face. Her eyes rip awake, locking eyes with Castiel. (Y/N) blushes. Another sexy man? Castiel takes off the bondage from (Y/N)s mouth. “If you’re going to kill me do it already.” She spits out. Castiel stands up and looks at Dean. “You’re not getting off that easy.” Dean smirks, making (Y/N) stand up, pressing her body against his as he walks her over to Baby. “Get in.” A bolt of lightning strikes through (Y/N)’s body as it’s pressed against the unknown hunter. She silently curses herself out for even getting aroused. Before she sits in Baby, she takes a look at the three men behind her. All very attractive men in their own way. Something felt different about the man who wore the trench coat. (Y/N) doesn’t tell many people, but she can spot humans from the supernatural. And there was nothing human about that man. Why are hunters with a supernatural being?

“Now are you going to tell us what the hell happened back there? Your eyes glowed.” Dean says, driving down the road back to the animal hospital.

“I saw hell. Lucifer. Demons.” (Y/N) says confused. “Who are you?” She questions.

“I’m surprised you don’t know who we are. Pretty much everything supernatural knows us. I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. And that’s Castiel, he is an angel.”

“Wait. You…oh my god.” (Y/N) sits back. “Aren’t you the guys who opened hells gate like…twice and let Lucifer out the cage?” (Y/N) gasps. “I hear countless of stories about you. I just didn’t expect-“ (Y/N) catches herself before she rambles on about how she didn’t expect them to be so handsome. Sam and Dean scratch the back of their hands while Castiel sighs, face palming. “Unfortunately but hey what’s done is done.” Dean chuckles.

(Y/N) knew exactly what happened back there. Sometimes when she touches somebody she can see their past, or sometimes the future. She’s not sure what she is, psychic or something. Not to mention her relations to monsters. She has always had a soft spot for them, well…some of them. She wasn’t going to share anymore information to the Winchesters and the Angel then she has to. (Y/N) knows that everyone who gets involved with them ends in a bloody death. However; she has also heard amazing things about them. How many people they’ve saved, helped. Maybe they could help her too. She felt drawn to them in some type of way. (Y/N) knew that she shouldn’t be involved with them but she couldn’t help herself.

“So what’s the plan.” Sam says to the group, interrupting the silence.

“(Y/N) are you willing to work with us? Do you have any idea who could be killing people?” Castiel asks with a firm voice, not blinking as he looks at (Y/N). (Y/N) sighs. She knows she shouldn’t be involved with them. But she can’t help it. “Let’s go up to the hospital and think of a game plan.”

Baby’s engine roars, and the four of them head down the road.

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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Quid Pro Quo.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, mentions of not SFW although nothing explicit happens. Word count: 3k.

“Feeling a little bit restless, are we?”

Chrollo is what you like to call the king of unwanted commentary.

If he were to ever retire from his murderous/thieving ways, you think he could make a career in narrating documentaries. No script necessary. Just set him in a recording booth, turn the microphone on, and let him have at it since he apparently never runs out of things to say.

Frowning, you cross your arms over your chest. “Oh, whatever gave it away?”

“You have your tells,” Chrollo purposefully does not match your sarcasm. It might be the only moral highroad he’s ever taken. “If I had to narrow it down to any one factor, though, it’d be how you glance at the clock every few minutes.”

What an astute observation! Scrub away the names of Freud and Jung in the psychology textbooks, their contributions clearly pale in comparison to Chrollo’s own expertise in understanding the human psyche. What might his theories be named? Something involving the Bible, surely. Or maybe the widely rejected Apocrypha since heresy is more his style. Regardless, you can confidently surmise the names would be superficial and pretentious. Perfectly befitting their progenitor.

“Considering we drove for what, five hours to some off-grid airport? Then flew an additional five, only to now be stuck on this train for… hm…”

“Eight hours,” he offers in kind. Too kind. You would gag, if not for your determination to get your irritation across. Priorities, priorities.

“Eight hours! Even if I had my phone, that’d be enough to make me go mad.”

“In ‘ye olden days’ as you like to refer to them, you never would’ve made it on the Oregon Trail if you thought eighteen hours of traveling to be worth complaining over.”

“Obviously. If I had to sit on the back of a wagon with my eight dirty children whom I secretly despise, I’d be drinking the water to get dysentery. Or flinging myself underneath the wheels. Either or.”

“See? This is much better then,” Chrollo gives you one of those little smiles that reminds you of a debate kid who thinks he has his opponent in the bag. “There are no eight malnourished children in sight. Just you, me, and a world of infinite possibilities.”

“For you, maybe. ‘Infinite’ might be a stretch for me.”

“My apologies. Near infinite.”

“More like one: following you around as if I were a leashed dog.”

“I had never considered a leash,” Chrollo hums, giving you a once over, presumably for show. He already has your sizes memorized better than you ever did. Neck included, you assume. “I’ll consider your suggestion.”

Unable to mask your distaste, you reply without thinking, “It wasn’t a suggestion.”

“Oh? A request, then?”

You roll your eyes and decide not to dignify that with a response.

Back to staring out the window for entertainment it is then. Looking past your despondent reflection, you’re welcomed to a sea of nothingness; swaths of deep hues blurring together in an unidentifiable mass. It’s too dark for you to enjoy the grand scenery outside and too cloudy for the stars to twinkle overhead. You’ve already conducted a thorough examination of the luxurious train compartment, which for all its ostentatious décor, feels oddly cramped. As if Chrollo intentionally picked something that’d force you into close quarters. You wouldn’t put it past him.

He sits a few feet across from you, legs crossed, the gaudy bandage that normally covers his forehead nowhere in sight. He looks as content as ever with his loungewear on. Yours is still strewn across the bed, untouched due to the scorn it earned. So he gets slacks and a loose t-shirt while you’re forced to model a lingerie line? It’s for this reason you’re stubbornly sitting here in your jeans at two in the morning. In retrospect, skinny jeans were not the optimal option for this boycott, if only you had known to expect such shameless reprobate-like behavior in advance. You were just getting used to the time zone when he informed business had to take him elsewhere.

And wherever he went, you went too. Kicking, screaming, crying, or anything in between; you’d be hauled off regardless.

“You don’t have to force yourself to stay awake, you know,” Chrollo once again voices his unasked-for opinion. “Why not allow yourself to relax? For starters, try changing into something more comfortable.”

He motions to the aforementioned nightgown that has no reason to be so sheer. Seriously, it’s an insult to fabric everywhere. You swear that a little breeze would be enough to rip the fragile material in two.

“And have you ogle at me the rest of the night? I’d prefer the diseased children.”

“I wouldn’t call it ‘ogling’, I’d call it ‘appreciating’.”

“Alright, Mr. Company HR representative.”

You make the mistake of checking out the clock again. Only five minutes have passed? This is psychological torture. While you’d normally read to pass the time, the possibility of motion sickness is enough to put you off from the idea. There’s one thing in this world that’s worse than being with Chrollo — and that is being with Chrollo while sick. Just thinking about it is enough to make you bristle. His usual infantilizing behavior gets a boost that’d have the most mentally stable person banging their head against a wall. Not fun, an easy pass. He won’t stop giving you romance novels when you ask to read, anyway. If he thinks that’d put you in the mood to reciprocate his grimy feelings, he can think again. He’s no Mr. Darcy or Mr. Rochester. You’d pin him for more of a discount Heathcliff on a good day.

There has got to be something for you to do. A little excitement, a little zest… could anyone blame you for seeking this out in your monotonous days?

That’s when a potentially damning yet undeniably exciting idea comes to mind.

“Hm… I know that look. You’re preparing to ask me for something, aren’t you?”

“Maybe, maybe not. That all depends. Are you feeling particularly indulgent tonight?”

“I always feel indulgent toward you, you just never ask for the right things,” he leans forward slightly, belying his intrigue. He’s so full of it. Apathetic as he may act, you’re convinced he’d listen to you sing an opera-length aria about tinfoil if past experience is anything to go by. Chrollo can’t get enough of you. The feeling is decidedly not mutual.

“Feel free to make your pitch whenever, [First]. I’m waiting.”

“Right. That book of yours… Pundit’s Secret?”

“Bandit’s Secret,” he corrects.

“Tomato toh-mato. If memory serves, you once told me an anecdote about this ability that made lying impossible. But the person you use it on has to meet certain conditions… or something. Doesn’t that sound like a fun way to pass the time? You ask me some questions and I return the favor?”

His gray eyes glimmer with amusement. “I don’t know, darling. I’d be taking far more of a risk than you. There’s little you could reveal about yourself that I’m not already aware of.”

“I guess so…” you trail off, trying not to linger on the unsettling sentiment. How can anyone just come out and say that as if it’s the most casual thing ever? “Fine. How about you get to ask me a whopping three questions and I get to ask you one? Only one. It won’t be anything stupid, like how I could kill you or run away. You can set that up in the conditions, right?”

He gives you a long and hard look. “I suppose I could. So I’d get to ask you anything at all, whereas your options are willingly limited?”

You shrug. “What can I say? I have to get my kicks somehow. Even a mere glimpse into the mind of the infamous Chrollo Lucilfer should be worth sacrificing some dignity over. I think.”

“We’ll see,” there’s that enigmatic smile again that makes your stomach twist into knots. He holds out his right hand — and voila — a primarily red book with a white handprint on the cover manifests. The numerous pages flip in rapid succession before landing on whatever poor soul he stole this ability from. Apparently, this ability’s progenitor was a private investigator who made the mistake of looking into the Troupe. You wonder how his business has plummeted since the ability that gave him success got snatched.

The air around Chrollo shifts. You feel an odd throbbing in your brain for a few seconds, that disappears as fast as it arrived. With that, Chrollo lowers his hand with the book into a more comfortable position, eyeing you curiously.

“I may ask you any three questions which I please, whereas you can ask me one, so long as it may not aid you in escape or hinder me in any serious way. Do you agree with these conditions?” He playfully tilts his head to the side. “Last chance to back out, dear. I won’t hold it against you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I accept.”

“Wonderful. So do I. Now, what to start off with…”

You swallow the saliva starting to build up at the back of your throat. The odd feeling permeating your body is akin to what you experience before going on a rollercoaster — a cocktail of regret, anxiety, and the thrill of what is to come. Fight or flight that can’t make up its mind between the two extremes. In a false display of bravado, you refuse to break eye contact with him, tempting as it is to shrink away.

Oh lord, he’s looking at you like he’s ravenous.

“Have you ever wanted me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” your tongue answers for you without hesitation, causing heat to rush to your cheeks. You try to slap your hands over your mouth, but it’s too little too late, you’re not done humiliating yourself just yet. “I once masturbated to the thought of you while in the shower at a hotel we were staying at.”

He raises an eyebrow while looking extremely satisfied with himself. You want to die. You want the cold, bony hands of death to embrace you in an eternal slumber. What was that last addition?! The ‘yes’ was bad enough, but your mouth really went for the last nail on the coffin there. Scratch that. It killed you, dismembered your body, flung you into a six feet deep hole, and built a parking lot over your remains.

“Ah, I forgot to mention,” he slaps his forehead, as if the fact made him genuinely remorseful, “This ability does more than get you to tell the truth. It also makes you say the first few things that come to mind upon hearing the question. For that reason, it’s fittingly titled No Filter.”

Despair manifests itself in unique ways. In this specific instance, it has you glaring with all your might at Chrollo, who looks as if he just won the lottery. You bite down into your lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. How did he manage to ruin what was meant for some lighthearted, schoolyard-esque fun? In the future, should fate ever tempt you to tango with Chrollo again, you’ll refer to this incident.

Well, on the bright side, you figure it can’t get any worse than that.

... Right?

“Tempting as it may be to have you elaborate on that further, I’ll be gracious and move on to a cleaner subject.”

“Have my attempts at getting closer to you been successful?”

If a change in atmosphere is what he wants, he might get more than he bargained for.

“Partially. I no longer fear for my life, but I don’t have a life either. You took every sense of normalcy away from me. If I ever seem more open to your advances, it’s because pretending I have a say in the matter. It’s all I have left to cling to.”

Chrollo’s countenance takes on a more contemplative edge upon hearing this. You feel like heated metal submerged into a cold pail of water; the conversation took a 180-degree turn. However capable of emotion he may be, you hope he feels the same. For him, a question such as this must be a double-edged sword. Any other time, had you answered like this, he could retain some comfort knowing you might be acting dishonestly from spite. Not here. Not when he knows you’re an open book. There are no mental hoops he can jump through to convince himself otherwise.

“... I see,” he speaks up after some time. The weight of his gaze is tangible. “This is what I find so fascinating about you. You act so bubbly, always ready to make light of things, yet there’s far more to you than that. I might be one of the few people that could ever recognize this quality of yours, [First].”

You recognize what he’s doing — he wants you to give more without having to use up his final question. It’s an obvious ploy that you have no intention of falling for. If he’s going to be difficult, you’ll be difficult too.

“Not taking the bait, huh,” Chrollo chuckles. You do not. “That’s my girl. Very well. Final question. Could you ever come to love me back?”

“Not in the way you want.”

He nods his head, not so much from acceptance; mostly him just acknowledging your words. “Interesting. I thought that’d be what made you talk the most. I see I was wrong.”

The three questions are up, meaning you’re no longer compelled to answer. You could very easily leave it at that and carry on. If only you weren’t the type to hold a grudge. Kicking someone when they’re down has never been your style, but well, there are exceptions to every rule. Chrollo might be eager to move on; you can’t say you feel the same. Some wounds shouldn’t receive pressure. Some wounds should be left to bleed.

“Something tells me you already knew my answer to that last one,” you theorize. You then continue on without missing a beat. “To think even a realist such as yourself could get swept up in fantasy… I guess we all have our own shortcomings. Some more than others.”

“Some more than others indeed.”

His smile doesn’t reach his eyes and you content yourself immensely with the fact.

“My turn!” You exclaim in a singsong, clasping your hands together. “Oh Mr. Lucilfer, feared leader of the Phantom Troupe… there’s something I’ve been absolutely dying to know. You’re a confident man. A person who can, essentially, accomplish anything he sets out to do. So tell me. Why couldn’t you have just taken your chances and loved me normally?”

Considering all the angles you could’ve taken, this is the knowledge you long to attain the most.

You frequently have lots of time to spend alone with your thoughts. More time than you would’ve had you been living a regular life, anyway. In that time, you began to mold an idea of the enigma Chrollo Lucilfer in your head, using what few scraps he offered as your clay. You could never come close to anything satisfactory. Every attempt always turned out so hollow. This left you with an overarching dilemma:

Was Chrollo impossible to understand, or was there nothing for you to understand in the first place?

With the fragment of knowledge that should come from this, you hope to take on your chisel and hammer again.

Subconsciously, you lean closer to him when his lips part.

“I’d love to say I don’t understand what you mean by that, but I guess I can’t,” whether the forlorn timbre of his voice is genuine or not, you can’t say for certain. Your bets are on the latter. “Because, darling, you’re too good for me. Not due to any superior strength, intellect, or virtue on your part. I’ve never been able to identify exactly what it is. My best guess… is your vibrancy. You have something that I severely lack.”

So that’s it, then? An underlying fear of rejection? There’s nothing grander, no bigger picture that you weren’t able to see? He doesn’t appear ashamed in the slightest, either. He could at least give you that much to pride yourself on. For him to have dragged you through limbo over such an inane reason, that any other person might be plagued with yet could overcome all the same...

Your lips curl into a near-malicious smile. “You’re more pathetic than I thought, Chrollo.”

Perhaps the husk you imagined in his likeness was always accurate.

“And you’re far more ruthless,” he closes his book with a lopsided grin. The sound of it slamming shut resonates throughout the compartment. “Although, I’m afraid I already knew that.”

That makes two of you. Getting called ruthless by a murderer feels overkill, though. You think about voicing this and decide against it. Chrollo doesn’t deserve to hear your puns of subpar quality. What he does deserve, however, is to have you stomp over what measly heart occupies his chest. With spiked shoes. Poisoned spiked shoes.

“Does it hurt to get a taste of your own psychoanalysis bullshit?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Chrollo returns to his previous relaxed position, an arm resting over the back of his seat. You mirror his body language and relax as well. “If anything, I’m more motivated than ever to sink my teeth into you.”

“Then I’ll just have to make it so you’ll spit me out, won’t I?”

He closes his eyes, leans his head back, and hums. The pleasant sound grates your ears. A melody from hell.

“You can certainly try.”

Now that he’s no longer under the influence of the ability, you wonder how much of what he said is true — and how much is a lie. For if you managed to hurt him, even in the slightest, even if he returns it tenfold...

... Then everything on this train ride was worth the price of admission.

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