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moonstruckme · 3 months

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If it interests you, could you maybe do poly!marauders smut surrounding how they would react when reader gives one of the boys a blowjob? If this isn’t comfy for you I apologize immensely. I double checked your rules so hopefully I didn’t overstep or anything. Love your work! Also my middle name is Mae:)))

Honestly babe when I read this I didn’t know if I was comfy with it either (not because of you, just because I didn’t know if I’d be able to write it) but I decided to give it a go and somehow it turned into over 2k words? So thanks!

cw: smut mdni, oral (m receiving), praise, this might be horrible? I can't decide if I hate it

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 2.1k words

Sirius’ kisses have turned sloppy, one of his hands wrapped loosely around your neck while the other wiggles its fingers below the waistband of your jeans, taking greedy handfuls of hip. His hard length presses into your thigh through his pants. You tilt your head, slanting your mouth against his so you can kiss him more deeply, and a low groan rumbles through him.

He plants a chaste kiss on your lips before starting to mark a path downwards.

You know where this is going, and you like where this is going, but still a breathless “wait” slips past your lips.

Sirius pauses, his face hovering over your middle. Next to you on the bed, your boyfriends continue making out, but you can see you’ve caught James’ attention. His eyes open to slits, peeking from beneath his lashes to check on you.

“What’s up?” Sirius asks, rubbing your hip. “Don’t feel like it?”

“No, I just…” you rub your lips together nervously, and you see his eyes drop to the motion. Already large pupils growing larger. “I wanted to know if I can ask you something.”

Sirius’ eyes skim over you, a slow perusal that’s probably meant to deduce the cause of your anxiety but only serves to worsen it. “Sure you can,” he says, tone somewhat gentler than usual. “What is it, sweetness?”

“Could you maybe,” you ask hesitantly, wishing you could lean away from him, as if some distance between you would make this any less embarrassing, “teach me to give you a blowjob?”

Sirius’ lips part in surprise. This time it’s Remus who you catch looking over, a second before James breaks their kiss, sitting up over Remus’ torso.

“You wanna learn?” James asks, lips bitten red and swollen.

You glance between him and Sirius, not quite sure who to look at. “Yeah?” you say, hating the way your voice crawls up into a question.

Sirius’ eyebrows twitch together. “You know you don’t have to,” he says, “right?”

“I know.” You give him a little smile. “I’m just curious, I guess.”

“Okay,” he says. His thumb sweeps over your hip like he knows you need the reassurance. “Yeah, we can show you, gorgeous. Wanna do it sitting down?”

You take a breath, nodding before crawling out from under him and kneeling on the floor by the bed. Sirius follows you, sitting on the edge of the mattress and spreading his legs wide. Your brain buzzes in response to the erection you can see bulging through his pants.

You glance towards the other boys. “Are you guys just going to…watch?”

They’ve both been staring at you, but now James grins sheepishly. “If you don’t mind.”

“We can help, if you’re alright with that,” Remus offers. “Give you tips.”

You can feel your face growing warm at the prospect of them being witness to your bumbling first attempt, but you don’t hate the idea of them coaching you through it.

“M’kay,” you say. “Um, what do I do?”

“Try taking it out, sweetheart.” There’s a bit of laughter in Remus’ voice, but his hand is gentle as he reaches over the edge of the bed, brushing your hair behind your ear.

Your eyes flit up to Sirius’ face. He gives you a smile, and you undo his pants, pulling down the waistband of his underwear so that his length springs free. For a few moments you just look at it, wetting your lips before looking to the boys for direction.

“Here.” James gets down on the floor beside you and takes your hand in his, guiding it to Sirius’ shaft. “You’re probably gonna want to start by holding it like this, okay?” He wraps your fingers around the base. “Good. Now be careful to cover your teeth, and just try putting it in your mouth.”

Just? You glance up at Sirius again, and a bit of pride swells in you at the undisguised lust in his expression.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you tell him softly.

“Me neither,” he jokes, reaching down to thumb affectionately at your cheek. “You won’t hurt me, baby. And you can stop anytime you want, you know that. If you don’t like it, just stop.”

You bob your head, wrap your lips around your teeth, and take him into your mouth before you can think too hard about it. His cock feels odd and weighty on your tongue. You lean forward a bit, seeing how far you can go.

“Breathe through your nose,” Remus instructs. “Try sucking on it, whenever you’re ready.”

You let your jaw relax, sucking experimentally, like you might on a popsicle. Sirius moans.

“Just like that,” he says, voice taking on a thick quality. “Fuck, good job, baby.”

Warmth unfurls in your gut at the praise. You suckle a bit longer, getting used to the feel of him in your mouth before you begin moving slowly forward and backward. After a few tries, your lips are making contact with the curled O of your thumb and forefinger each time. Sirius’ cock twitches in your mouth.

“You’ve got it, angel.” James’ big hand roves the curves of your side, his touch steadying your nerves and stirring that heat in your core. “Don’t rush yourself, but if you wanna take him deeper you can take your hand off.”

You do it without little hesitation, high on praise and the rush of what you’ve already accomplished, and ease more of Sirius’ shaft into your mouth. He puts a hand in your hair to help you along, but then all of a sudden it’s too deep, too big, too much. You gag, choking.

Sirius’ hand disappears instantly, but you’re not so ready to give up. Your throat spasms around the intrusion, vision blurring as you try to breathe through your nose.

“Easy,” Remus murmurs.

You finally can’t stand it anymore, pulling away and drawing in a gasping breath.

“Shit,” Sirius says, and you lift your teary eyes to his embarrassedly while James rubs your back. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you manage, swallowing. “Sorry.”

His eyes go soft. “Don’t be sorry, you did great. Do you wanna stop now?”

You shake your head. “I think I just need a second.”

He nods, and there’s a few seconds of quiet, James' hand coasting up and down your spine. “Do you think a demonstration would help?’ he asks.

You swipe under your lashes, looking over at him curiously. “Um, maybe? I’m not sure.”

He exchanges a quick look with Remus before grinning, shuffling closer to where he sits at the edge of the bed and taking off his glasses. “Here. Sirius, talk her through what I’m doing, yeah?”

Sirius seems about as transfixed by what’s about to happen as you are, but he nods. James does as you had, taking Remus’ cock out of his pants, and there’s no need to get it warmed up after the show you’ve been giving them. He feeds it right into his mouth. Remus groans as James takes his entire length expertly, fisting a hand in the other boy’s curly hair.

“Right. Um, see how he’s breathing deep through his nose?” Sirius clears his throat, voice noticeably rough as he watches James’ lips move over Remus’ shaft. “He’s keeping his throat relaxed, not moving back and forth too much.”

You watch as James’ mouth grows wet with spit and slick, his eyes watering a bit as he fights his gag reflex. His throat bobs, and Remus swears, his grip tightening on James’ hair.

“And when he swallows,” Sirius manages, “his throat tightens, which is…uh, nice.”

Remus lets out a breathy, half-delirious laugh at Sirius’ commentary. His cheeks are flushed red from pleasure and the attention, and it’s not long before curses start to spew from his mouth and he goes rigid, cuming down James’ throat. James swallows, grinning up at him. Lips and eyes shiny.

You and Sirius watch them for a few seconds longer, entranced by the sight of your boyfriends.

“Okay.” You clear your throat. “Um, thanks.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Remus says weakly, and you have to swallow a laugh.

You turn to Sirius. “I think I’m ready to try.”

He gestures as if to say Go right ahead, and you take his shaft in your hand, guiding it back into your mouth. Once again, it takes time to adjust to the feeling, but this time when his head hits the back of your throat you’re ready for it. You breathe steadily through your mouth, focussing on staying relaxed as you suck gently.

“There you go, angel,” James praises, putting his glasses back on to watch you. “You’re taking him so well.”

“Fucking yeah she is,” Sirius agrees, voice growing reedy as he starts to pant. You take one of his legs to steady yourself, hand wrapping around a tattoo on his thigh. “Look at me, baby.”

You lift your watery eyes to his, finding the stormcloud gray nearly eclipsed by dark pupil. The raw want in them makes your cunt throb. Sirius must find your face nearly as arousing, because he mutters another quiet, Fuck.

You’re distantly conscious of Remus shuffling back to the edge of the bed, and then he’s laying his head on his arms, gazing down at you. “Look at you, such a quick learner,” he hums. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart. Making him feel so good.”

“Look at her eyes,” James says, just loud enough so you can hear. You know they’re aware of what their words are doing to you, of the wetness pooling in your underwear. “She looks so pretty like this, doesn’t she?”

“She does,” Remus agrees. “Our pretty girl.”

You move a bit more surely over Sirius’ length, constricting your throat tentatively. Sirius moans loudly, his hand twitching toward you before he stops it. You take it in yours, setting it on the back of your head so he can guide you the way he wants.

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he pants, tangling his hand in your hair. “So good f’me.”

You make a small, pleasurable sound, and another moan slips from between his lips, his hand urging you closer. You breathe through it when his cock sponges against the back of your throat, starting to enjoy the odd sensation of your mouth and throat being so deliciously full—and, if you’re being honest with yourself, the feeling of knowing you’re doing well. And if Sirius’ increasingly loud curses and the other boys’ murmured praise are anything to go by, you’re doing rather well.

“God, I wish you could see how you look right now,” James says, voice smooth as velvet as he drops a kiss on your shoulder. “You’re so lovely.”

“Fucking hot, s’what she is,” Sirius insists, brows coming together so urgently you wonder for a second if he’s in pain. “Fuck. Shit, where can I cum?”

You don’t take your mouth off his cock, doing your best to communicate with your eyes. Sirius seems to get the message, his grip on your hair tightening, pulling at your scalp as his thigh tenses under your hand. You swallow hurriedly, and the sounds that leave him will echo in your dreams for the rest of the week, loud, pleady moans interspersed with mangled curses. Your mouth fills with warm wetness, and you ease him out of your throat before swallowing again.

“There we are.” James tugs you gently away when he realizes neither you or Sirius are moving, pulling you half into his lap. “You did it, sweetheart, great job.”

He strokes his thumb under your eyes for you, wiping away the wetness there as Remus watches you move your tongue around in your mouth funnily.

“You alright?” he asks you.

You nod. “Tastes different than I thought it would,” you say.

James laughs, the sound bright and clear. He plants a smacking kiss on your cheek.

“Not bad, I hope,” Sirius says, voice still a bit stringy. He leans back on his elbows, watching you from the bed.

You feel color rise to your cheeks. “No. Not bad.”

His lips quirk up, eyes steady on yours. “That was fucking killer,” he tells you, “especially for your first time. Thanks for that, gorgeous.”

You grin bashfully, dropping your eyes. James clears his throat loudly.

“Right, right, and thank you for the demonstration,” Sirius adds. “Very instructive.”

James beams, but Sirius only pats the bed next to him.

“Why don’t you hop up here so I can give you a real thanks?”

Impossibly, James’ smile widens. He’s quick to obey, Sirius moving to take his place on the floor. Your lips part, and you hear Remus chuckle. You turn to find his amber eyes watching you. They linger on your lips, still glossy and swollen.

“Y’want me to help you out too, sweetheart?” He juts his chin toward the bed, a silent request for you to lie down. “Seems only fair, doesn’t it.”

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 4 months

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One Big Family

Team Free Will 2.0 & Winchester little sister!reader, John Winchester & daughter!reader

Requested by Anonymous

It was impossible, crazy, ridiculous.

But it was also happening. After over twelve years, the Winchesters finally got to see their father again.

It wasn’t what Dean had meant to wish for, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it, especially not now, with what was happening in front of him.

You, his twelve year old little sister, were basically meeting your father for the first time. You were mere months old when he died, so you knew him from pictures only.

After everything had been explained to John, his first request had been to re-meet you. Sam had gone to your room to explain what was going on, and when he returned Dean and John watched as you shuffled along behind Sam, his jacket gripped in your small fists as you hid behind him.

“That’s her?” John breathed, and Dean turned in surprise to see tears welling up in John’s eyes. “She…she’s so big.”

“It’s ok,” Sam whispered to you, trying to coax you out from behind him. You peeked around him to see John getting down on one knee to be less intimidating.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted with a wide smile, and between his soft eyes and the way he said “sweetheart”—just the way Dean said it—you felt your shyness ebbing slightly as you stepped out from behind Sam’s legs.

“Hi,” you mumbled shyly, shuffling your feet as you approached John.

John reached his arms up slowly, hesitantly, as if waiting for your approval. You, never one to turn down a hug, gave it readily and melted into your father’s arms.

Dean had never seen his father smile like he did as he held you in his arms.

“It’s good to see you,” John said quietly as he pulled away. You didn’t seem to know what to say, so Sam spoke up.

“Honey, how about you show him your room?”

You lit up with excitement, snatching up John’s giant hand in your small one and practically dragging him towards your room.

“Ok, ok,” John laughed. “I’m coming!”

“I guess she’s warming up to him,” Sam chuckled to Dean after you disappeared with John in tow.

“We should probably join them,” Dean said. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

…

“Wow.” John laughed. “You’ve gotta lot of toys in here.”

“Yeah,” you grinned. “Daddy bought me most of them, he’s really—“ you trailed off when you saw the look of shock on John’s face.

Sam and Dean entered your room before John could ask what you meant, and as soon as they came in you ran to Sam, suddenly shy again in John’s presence. You didn’t know how he would feel when he found out about the angel that was like a third dad to you.

“Hey, something wrong?” Sam glanced between you and John.

“Um, no,” John spoke up, recovering from his shock. “We were just catching up. Dean, can I talk to you?”

Dean nodded, and he and John stepped out of your room.

…

“Kid, did something happen?” Sam asked gently.

“I—um, I mentioned daddy,” you mumbled, staring at your shoes.

“Hey,” Sam coaxed, kneeling down to meet your gaze. “He’s not gonna be mad, ok? He’ll understand, you didn’t do anything.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” Sam said with more assurance than he felt.

…

“What happened?” Dean questioned.

“It’s nothing, just…” John cleared his throat, and Dean had never seen him so hesitant. “I just wanted to know…does she call you two her dads?”

The question threw Dean a little.

“I…”

“Look, I get it,” John cut in. “She hasn’t seen me since she was a baby, it makes sense. She just, she mentioned ‘daddy’ and I…I was curious.”

Dean nearly cringed, but he kept his face in check. ‘Daddy’ was your moniker for Cas, and Dean wasn’t too sure how his father would react to the knowledge of angels.

“That’s a really long story,” Dean sighed. “I think maybe we should all talk about it.”

…

“So…angels,” John said quietly about an hour later. “And…the apocalypse?”

“Yeah, more than one,” Dean scoffed.

“And an angel, and the son of Lucifer are living with you,” John added.

“Jack,” you corrected with a smile. “He’s my big brother,” you added proudly. With the less-than-welcome greeting Jack had gotten when he entered the world, you had taken it upon yourself to make him family, and even though you were technically eleven years older than him, he always felt like a big brother to you.

“I see,” John said, smiling softly at you. “You three have been busy.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Sam said.

…

The four of you spent all day together, and John did all he could to get to know you.

You hit it off well with him, rambling non-stop about everything he’d missed, and he listened with wrapt attention.

You got to experience a lot of firsts with John—he gave you a piggyback ride, you had a pillow fight, and to cap it all off, the whole family sat down for one last meal. But all too soon, it was time to say goodbye.

The moment the boys found out that John had to go, they decided that you shouldn’t be around when it happened. So, at the end of the night that had ended way too soon, John pulled you into his arms for a final goodbye.

“I’m so proud of you, kid,” he said with finality. “These three dads you got here are raising you right, so you listen to them, ok?”

“Ok,” you promised through your tears.

“Hey,” John pulled back, framing your face with his large hands and using the pads of his thumbs to brush away your tears. “It’s ok, sweetheart. We got this day to remember, yeah? That’ll have to be enough for us.”

You nodded, leaning forward for one last hug. John reciprocated, squeezing you tightly.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” John breathed. Just as he was about to pull away, you stopped him with a tug on his arm and a gentle whisper in his ear. At your words, he smiled and picked you up, and Sam and Dean trailed behind as John carried you into your room…

Where John Winchester got to tuck his little girl into bed for the first time, kissing her head and wishing her goodnight. He closed the door with great hesitation, giving you one final, longing glance before shutting off the light and closing your door.

“You’ve got a good kid in there,” John said to his sons, no longer able to hold back the tears.

“Thanks, dad,” Dean smiled.

“You tell that angel friend of yours thanks for me, ok?”

…

You awoke the next morning to a quiet bunker.

“Daddy?” You began. “Are you back yet?”

With a flutter of wings, Castiel stood in front of you.

“Hello little one,” he greeted with a smile. “Yes, I got back last night after you fell asleep.” Cas grinned when you launched yourself into his arms. “I’ve heard you had quite the eventful day.”

You recounted every moment of the previous day with your father, and Castiel watched with a patient smile, glad that you got to meet John, even if just for a day.

“Well, after such an exciting day I’d say you need a lot more sleep,” Castiel said with a frown when he noticed the early hour.

“Can you tuck me in?” You asked shyly.

He smiled, “Of course little one.”

“You’re awake.”

The two of you turned at the sound of Jack’s voice in the doorway.

“I’m putting her back to sleep,” Castiel informed him.

“I wanna say hi to Jack first!” You insisted, jumping out of bed and running to hug Jack. He laughed and hugged you back tightly, before lifting you in his arms and carrying you to bed.

“Castiel is right, it’s far too early for you to be up, little sister. Get some rest.” He set you down gently and pressed a kiss to your forehead, an action mirrored by Cas.

“Sleep tight, little one.”

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miloformula123fan · 1 month

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Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife author!reader? ( He's at Williams ) He always goes to her events even though he's busy but he still makes time just to support her. And vice versa. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!! :))

this is definitely not amazing, but im secretly quite happy with it

(also updates are gonna slow the fuck down because i have assessments and exams this term yay /s)

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

and if you want to be added to my taglist lmk :)

james vowles x wife!author!reader

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book talk:

Y/N watched as a teenage girl walked up to the microphone. She clearly looked nervous, as had many other people coming up, but Y/N tried to make her feel as at ease as possible.

“Um…hey Y/N, my name is Elodie, and I just wanted to say how much I love your writing…” - Elodie

James quietly shut the door, once Logan and Alex were through, and didn’t try and push through the crowded room, they instead settled for a spot near the back where they could still see Y/N. They were sure that if people recognised them, they would be shunted towards the front or ushered backstage. They didn’t want that, they just wanted to stay inconspicuous at the back.

“Aww thank you Elodie, what was your question?” Y/N smiled reassuringly

“Um…well, for your book, ‘a sweet sting of salt’, I was just wondering if you had any inspiration for the character Tobias. While he isn’t the best character in the story, you said he was one of your favourite characters to write, and I was just wondering why?” Eloise asked

“Oh, that is a good question, thank you Elodie. Um… while the actions are obviously not based on him, a lot of Tobias’ so-called ‘good’ elements are actually based on my husband. So…okay I’m gonna hope that everyone has read the book, so I don’t spoil it,” she smiled “Um, so for those of you who are unaware, my husband is James Vowles, and he is the Team Principal of Williams, which is a motorsport for those who are very out of the loop. So I guess the main words I would use to describe both Tobias and James, other than loving because Tobias is definitely not, are logical, quiet, grounded, organised and productive.”

James smiles, watching his wife talk about something she was so passionate about.

“So for example, for logical qualities for Tobias and James in chapter 10, Tobias uses deductive reasoning, which I would like to say is James’ strong suit, however he sometimes misuses it, like deducing who ate the chocolate, the wife or the dog. Tobias uses it for more evil, using it for working out how to do the things he does. Maybe they are more evil and similar and similar.” Y/N pondered, garnering a small laugh from the audience

James stopped smiling, as he listened to his wife compare him to a literal murderer in her book. Logan and Alex were standing next to him, trying to avoid their laughs.

“Then for quiet, in chapter 16, James likes sneaking around and scaring the shit out of me when he gets back from the factory and from races to scare the shit out of me, and Tobias uses it for murder. Huh, maybe these 2 characters are closer together than I thought.” Y/N pondered, laughing as she saw her husband’s face

“Darling, I’m not a thief and a murderer. I honestly don’t know why you based Tobias off of me.” James tried to mediate.

However it was enough for Alex and Logan to burst out laughing, joining in with the rest of the crowd, who had discovered that James was there and found it very funny.

“I’m just saying you share similar qualities, more than I initially insisted. Are you sure you didn’t secretly murder someone?” Y/N tilted her head, as if genuinely thinking about the question

“Darling…” James tried to plead again

“ANYWAY - Then for grounded, in chapter 18…” - Y/N, moved on, continuing with her ideas.

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garage:

“And during this safety car period, Alex, our camera man has gone for a wander and he has gone down to the Williams garage, and while we’re normally looking at the team principal or other important people, we have instead zoomed in on Y/N Vowles. Now for those who don’t know, she is a writer, and she seems pretty hard at work at this book on her laptop. Now that will be good news for anyone who reads her books, including me, she writes very good books, available at all the awesome book stores, and no she hasn’t paid us for that, we just think her books are amazing. Oh and she waved at us. Hi Y/N!” - Jolyon said from the commentary box

James smiled at the sight of Y/N on his screen. While this weekend had been very stressful, it was very nice having his wife be there for him in the garage and then back at the hotel rooms, even after all the late meetings. He watched as she smiled and waved at the screen, and he was unable to resist the temptation as he smiled at the picture and waved back, earning another laugh from the commentators.

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book talk part 2:

“Sorry Y/N, my name is Leo, this is a bit of a personal question…” a teenage boy asked

“...as long as it’s not when I’m having a baby, or where I live, it should be okay, hit me!” Y/N tried to put him at ease.

“Your schedule for this book tour is a little all over the place, if you don’t mind me saying, it was basically like the first 2 months of the year, and now there’s just kinda weeks off or even months off, and I was just wondering if there was any sense to the schedule.” Leo shuffled awkwardly, unsure of how she would react to the question.

“Ah, well there actually is. First off, I cannot tour every week of the year, because I think I would just simply die. But the reason I picked those weeks off is because if my husband again. Are you guys sensing a pattern here? I love James, and I really want to support him at all the f1 races. So those are the weeks I took off, basically. And second, Baby Vowles is due in 6 months, thanks guys!” Y/N laughed as she put down the microphone and walked off stage, laughing as the cheers from the crowd grew louder.

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ellethespaceunicorn · 9 months

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Touch and Go: A Detective's Romance

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Detective!Female!Reader

Fandom: Night Hunter

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: What happens when a touch-starved detective who isn’t well-versed in human interaction meets their match?

Warnings: touch starvation, awkward conversation, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, crying during sex

A/N: It’s apparently winter in this story, damn Minnesota weather. Honestly, I was watching the movie while writing so it ended up being snowy. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

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It’s not like you never noticed your fellow officer. Of course, your attention has been pulled to Detective Walter Marshall once or twice, or several times throughout your time working together. Damn, ok the man was a presence. His very existence should have a warning label on it.

Not that he’s a bad person. Far from it, in fact. You thought the world of him. Not that you’d admit it, but you found his grumpiness endearing. His monosyllabic responses to questions made it a bit hard to get to know him. You weren’t exactly an open book yourself. But you forced yourself to try and get to know him.

You didn’t make it a habit to get to know people very often. You had trust issues, and rightfully so after what your ex-partner left you with. A broken heart and a fractured view of your self-worth. You hadn’t even let anyone touch you in so long. A handshake here or there, maybe a pat on the shoulder but nothing more.

And now here you were, a touch-starved mess who had grown to be a bit more than interested in another detective. You wanted to make him smile and that was a foreign feeling to you. So, you started with an olive branch.

Asking if he wanted a coffee on your way to the break room. After the fifth time, he relents, requesting a cup of black coffee with three sugars. While you’re there, you pick up a granola bar from the cabinet. Handing him the paper cup of coffee, you also pull the treat from your back pocket and toss it on his desk.

He tilts his head like a giant puppy at the snack.

“Humor me and eat something. I’m curious if you’re eating enough if I’m being honest.” You bite your bottom lip unconsciously, and the beginnings of a smile appear on his face as he rips open the bar and takes a bite.

Chewing slowly and staring at you, he seems to look right through to your soul. You look down at your feet to break eye contact and he clears his throat, getting your attention back.

“You know, I actually love food. I love to cook almost every night.” As the words come out of his mouth, it’s like they’re fighting their way out. As if each syllable is a punch to the gut.

“I love food, too. But I hate cooking,” You suddenly had a very dry throat, so you sip a bit of coffee before speaking again, “I’m not inviting myself over or anything, but if you’d be up for it sometime...I, uh...yeah.” You look everywhere but him as you trail off.

“Yeah, that’d be nice. I normally eat alone. Be nice to have someone...there...to eat with.” It’s like speaking makes him physically nauseous, the way his jaw tenses like that.

“Well, I’m free most nights, so...just let me know.” You move to turn and leave his office, but he stops you with an offering.

“You wouldn’t happen to be free tonight?” He’s even surprised by his question but plays it off by folding his hands on his desk and maintaining eye contact.

“Yes. I’m free.” You know you sound desperate but at this point, this is the most contact you’ve had with the man since you’ve been here so who cares? Well, you do, but you can worry about that later.

“Good. Yeah. So, uh, I guess come and grab me when you’re ready to go. You can follow me to my place. Sound good?”

“Yeah, that sounds great. Um, I’m gonna leave so I don’t say something embarrassing. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I just—”

Walter cuts you off, saving you from yourself. “Don’t do this a lot?”

“No, I don’t. Been a long time and I don’t want to fuck this up, ya know? Not that playing it cool was ever my style. Why start now, right?” You surprise Walter by laughing at your self-deprecating joke and he follows suit.

The little duck of his head doesn’t stop you from seeing the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. When he picks his head up again, a broad smile is painted on that normally glum face. If you had 1% less control over your face, you would have drooled.

This man should smile more.

And you know you hate being told to put on a smile but fuck, his face was made for it. You realize you’re still looking at him and a faint rose-tinted blush dusts across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

You should not be allowed to be that adorable.

“What?” Walter’s question brings you back to where you just said that sentence out loud.

“I think I just called you adorable. So, I’m gonna see myself out and try not to throw myself into traffic on the way to my desk. I’ll be back when I’ve calmed my brain down a bit.” You wave awkwardly and exit his office before you can notice the smile inching back over his features.

You spend the next two and a half hours hoping you didn’t make a complete ass out of yourself in front of the only man you’ve talked to in the last few months that wasn’t a delivery driver or your boss. The only person who you’ve talked to for more than a few minutes about something other than work.

When 5:30 p.m. comes around, you gather your things and drag your feet to Walter’s office. He’s already standing, putting away some files in his desk drawer, looking up when he hears your polite throat clearing.

“How do you feel about Spaghetti Bolognese? I have a recipe from Jamie Oliver that I’ve been meaning to try out.” He says, putting on his parka and moving toward you where you stand in his doorway.

“Um, pasta is life. Pasta with meat sauce? Even better.” You brighten at the mention of a familiar dish, your previous nerves all but forgotten.

“Great. Shall I help you with your coat?” He hinted once he realized you weren’t moving toward the exit.

“Uh, yeah. Thank you.” You set down your purse and handed over your fluffy overcoat.

Walter holds it out for you as you back your arms into the sleeves. As it comes to rest on your shoulders comfortably, his hands smooth over the fabric that covers your forearms, your hands ending up in his for a moment.

You freeze at the sudden contact but if Walter notices, he doesn't make a big deal out of it. He just squeezes your hand quickly and hands you your purse so you can walk out together. You are grateful to be among the stragglers leaving the office so that you don’t draw too much attention.

Walter walks you to your car and has you put in his address to your GPS, ‘just in case you get lost’ he jests before heading to his truck. As you watch him walk away, one thought comes to your mind.

Is this a date?

You park behind Walter’s truck in his driveway, climb out of your car, and crunch through the snow behind him. In your clumsy state, your foot slips, and strong arms catch you so that you don’t completely bust your ass on the unforgiving ice below.

This time when he touches your arms, you are beyond grateful to be able to pull yourself upright again. Once you’re stable, Walter keeps one of your hands in his until you make it to his front door. He lets you walk in first, turning on the light to the short hallway after you chuckle in the darkness.

Walter takes your coat and hangs it up with his, your wet boots left by the door. Walking into the kitchen, he pulls out a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Opening the wine, he pours each glass and brings them out to where you are standing in the living room. Handing you a glass, he raises his own.

“Shall we toast to something?” Walter smiles softly, expectantly waiting for you to suggest what to salute.

“To...being pleasantly surprised that you still wanted to cook for me despite every awkward moment I’ve had since earlier today. You are a gentleman and a scholar and I'm gonna shut my mouth and drink this wine before I just...keep talking.” You cringe inwardly before looking back up at Walter.

He is watching you with rapt fascination, a slow smile forming. “Let’s toast to practicing human interaction. I’d say we could both use some assistance in that area. We’ll help each other, deal?”

“Deal.” You tap your glass to his and take a sip of the now-aerated wine. Your cheeks warm at the blackberry finish of the cabernet sauvignon.

Maybe there is something to the whole liquid courage thing.

Dinner turned out lovely. You were pleasantly surprised that Walter could cook. There were moments watching him cook where he didn’t have to measure things, or he added a little extra of this or that. He didn’t use a recipe while making the garlic toast like it’s a staple of his repertoire or something.

Sitting on his couch with your feet tucked up under you, you look around the living room at the lack of family photos or little touches that scream Walter Marshall. Not that you would have any idea of what those little touches would be. It just doesn’t feel like a home. It feels like a house, just a house that someone lives in.

When he comes back to the couch with freshly poured wine, you accept your glass with a smile, and he returns it.

“It is a Friday night. We are enjoying our second bottle of wine. You made me a delicious dinner. And I still can’t figure out if this is a date, Walter.” You fiddled with the glass in your hand, looking into it as if the answer was inside the wine.

Walter’s thumb and forefinger on your chin have you looking up at his face. “I’ve used almost every excuse to touch you tonight. I kept talking to you earlier when you thought you’d lost me. I feed off your awkwardness because you say what’s on your mind without a filter. I’m not exactly one to speak a lot but I enjoy talking to you. Because you make me feel like I’m not alone.”

Unshed tears gather at the corner of your eyes. You swallow the lump in your throat, clearing it loudly before you speak. “Can you tell I’m touch-starved because you are too?”

At his quiet nod, you take his wine glass and set both of your glasses on the coffee table. You lean forward, your elbows on your knees. He watches as you have a silent moment with yourself, going over different scenarios before you reach a consensus with yourself. You look back up to him and your face softens.

Reaching out your hand, you intertwine your fingers in his curls. As he turns his head to push it further into your hand, his breathing picks up. He grabs your fingers as they migrate to his jawline.

“I want...I need more than this. I'd like to say I could wait, but all I can think about is kissing you until you can barely breathe.” Walter forces the words out, his breathing in time with yours. Erratic.

You climb into his lap, one hand still in his, the other hand fisting his wool jumper. “Then kiss me until I can barely breathe. Fuck breathing. I just need you.”

No sooner are the words out of your mouth, than Walter’s lips are on yours. It’s like he was starving and the breath from your lungs was the only meal he’d had in weeks. You could feel his hunger as he licked the seam of your lips, letting him in was the only option.

As your tongues fought for dominance, he took the lead in a way you couldn’t ignore. His arms wrapped around you, pulling your torso flush to his. You felt so small yet so special as he held you. So new yet so treasured as you broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his to calm your nerves and catch your breath.

A moment passes between you where you both just breathe. Until you lean your head back, locking eyes with Walter again, and you nod. He understands your non-verbal request, picking you up and walking toward his bedroom. Kicking the door behind him, he lays you down in bed and gets to work undressing you.

You lift your hips as he pulls your jeans and underwear down your legs. You remove your top and bra, and he watches as your body is exposed to him. He stands to make quick work of his jumper, and you salivate at the sight of his hardness through his boxers when his jeans are pushed down his legs. His hefty dick springs up against his abdomen as his boxers are removed.

Your hands roam over his hairy chest as he climbs onto the bed. With a hand under each knee, he pushes your legs back as far as they will go. He admires the shiny wetness that your pussy leaks. Shifting closer, he pushes the head of his dick through your folds and groans.

He looks up into your eyes and asks silently if he can continue. When you nod, he enters you and your body accepts him fully. Allowing you to get adjusted to his size, he wraps your legs around his waist and pulls out until just the tip remains inside you before he slams back into you. This time you both groan, you at the fullness, him at the tight squeeze.

“Fuck, you feel amazing. But please, keep moving.” Your words are all he needed to begin an all-out assault on your cunt.

If it had been a while for him, you’d be none the wiser with the stamina this man possessed. He held your legs open while he fucked into you. He allowed you to just take it as he did most of the work. You could hardly keep up with his thrusts as you melted beneath him.

“You’re so fucking close, just let go for me. I can feel you squeezing my fucking cock. Be a good girl and come for me.” While he whispered in your ear, he ground his pelvis into you to stimulate your clit and G-spot at the same time.

When your resolve finally breaks, you try and hide your face in Walter’s neck to no avail. He tangles a hand in your hair and pulls you back so he can watch your orgasm play out on your face.

“Don’t hide from me when I’m making you come. I want to watch you fall apart under my hands. You are so fucking gorgeous when you come for me, girl.” He talks as you come down from your orgasm and the warmth that spreads over your body is palpable.

“Thank you,” You blurt out before you can stop yourself.

Walter all but runs with it. “Fuck yes, you fucking thank me for your orgasm. That’s my good girl.” He pulls out, turning you on your side and sliding in behind you. Entering you again, he reaches a hand around to play with your clit. Circling your nub, then flicking it to keep you stimulated enough to come all over his fingers.

You come for a second time within a few minutes, and he fucks you through it. Your words are clipped while you try to thank him once more and it just comes out as breathy whispers.

Your moans are music to his ears and he pistons in and out of you. As your walls massage his cock, he starts to falter in his movements. You reach back to grab his hand, lacing your fingers together before pulling your hands to your chest.

Getting the message, Walter wraps his other arm around you to pull you even more impossibly close to him. He slows down his pace, dragging out your moans as he unhurriedly moves inside you. He leans into your ear and speaks softly.

“You have no idea how much I needed this. How much I wanted you. I didn’t know how to talk to you. Fuck, you feel amazing. Need you every day, girl. Just like this, wrapped up in you. I won’t last much longer. So perfect.” He babbles near the end, whimpering your name. He latches onto your neck as he stills inside you.

His teeth nip at you and his tongue soothes your skin as you feel his cock twitch and paint your walls with his spend. You can hear him groan in your ear as his arms hold you tight. You haven’t felt this safe in someone’s arms since you were little. You don’t notice you’re crying until Walter wipes away the tears that fall down your face.

“I’m sorry, I—”

“If you’re about to apologize for crying in front of me, please don’t. You deserve to express your emotions no matter who is around. Least of all, me.” He places a kiss on your neck, attempting to soothe you.

“Fair. I haven’t been held or even touched in so long and it’s a little embarrassing that my first reaction is to cry.” You sniff, rolling your eyes at yourself.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I know that’s easier said than done. But trust me, we just experienced some intense sex. And it was emotional for both of us. Trust me. Can’t you feel how fucking hard I am still inside you?” He moves his hips just slightly and is rewarded with a shiver going down your spine.

“Walter...please.” You let your whimpers be heard and you get what you want.

He moves to his knees while keeping you on your side. He pushes your leg up to a 90-degree angle and leans forward to fuck into you. The sound of slapping flesh fills the room as well as Walter’s grunts as he buries himself deeper inside you than before.

“I’m gonna...please, don’t stop!” You reach up to hold his cheek in one hand and he shuts his eyes at the contact. When they open again, his pupils are blown wide.

“Not stopping until you come again for me, girl.” The hand on his cheek migrates to his forehead to wipe away sweat-slick curls from his brow.

“Come with me, Walter!”

“Ugh, fuck!”

The hold you have on your orgasm falters and your walls flutter around him, his hands curl around your thigh as his hips pound into you one last time. As his cock spurts inside you, your cunt continues to milk him until he softens and is released from your hold on him.

He collapses next to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. You reach an arm across his chest and settle in to catch your breath. Looking up one last time to Walter’s face, you’re pleasantly surprised to see a smile on his normally grumpy face. His eyes are closed, and you feel at peace knowing you are the cause of that serene expression.

“Stay with me tonight.” You’re startled by his words, but you can’t deny the smile that crosses your face.

Leaning up to kiss his stubbled neck, you revel in the grunt that follows. “Good night, Walter.”

You feel him kiss the top of your head, nosing at your hair. “Night.”

You fall asleep with your hand in his chest hair, your legs tangled together. You are held, you are safe, and you couldn’t be happier. Talking about what all this means could wait until the morning. For now, you bask in the feeling of warmth that this man and this moment give you.

Touch and Go: The Morning After

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I forgot the Miraculous Awakening movie was supposed to come out so now I’m gonna ramble about it (spoilers!):

The jumpscare of hearing Marinette sing in a completely different voice took me off guard

I’m loving actually seeing gabriel as a fashion designer and what his stuff looks like

Chloe sounds… very much not like Chloe and it’s off putting (idk if it’s a different voice actor, I’m not looking it up)

“Think you an I were meant to be” I love Alya

Emilie? This clearly in the movie??

Was that Luka I just saw next to Juleka? At school???

The black cat on the book!

Adrien looks so pretty in that shot

Are… are Nino and Adrien already friends??

Gabriel’s hair

The loss of Emilie seems to be a lot more recent/present than in the series

Ohhh it’s her birthday

The lore is very interesting in this, we’re getting a lot more that wasn’t there in the show

So the miraculous have a choice in this for their holders I guess

Fu is so funny

The moon!

Was… was the black cat a coincidence? How did it get there? I don’t think it was Plagg so what was that??

So the first akumatized victim is not a child this time

There’s a ladybug too? I’m so confused

“Who saves a life saves the world” interesting that it’s more prophecy-like

I keep forgetting this is a musical

I love the beats of the theme song though

Is- is Tikki rapping???

No transformation sequence?

So she’s aware it’s a musical?

Is the yo-yo sentient???

No Adrien and Plagg intro scene?

Adrien is so funny he’s so excited to be a hero

Pretty different ladynoir dynamic, cat noir’ not immediately smitten

“A she-ro” please no

She called him Kitty!

CARELESS WHISPER???

Now he’s smitten

“Like a dream in a dream” Adrien you have to work on your lyrics

But the moon

Fart jokes? Really?

PTFAFS

Adrien going from she’s my side kick to she’s better than me in every way

Puss in boots

“I have nothing to lose” um your son??

Gabriel villain song kinda goes hard ngl

Is he making multiple villains? I’m so lost

Are they making Mr. Mime a real villain now? Not Mylene’s dad?

Also who is this pink haired lady?

“Dr. Love” Nino I love you but you’re so wrong

So Nino already has a crush on Alya and not Marinette

Aww Tom gets to hear Marinette call him the best

Only to immediately think she’s embarrassed by him

Nino losing his glasses on the ride is legit my biggest fear when going on rides

Transformation sequence!

Where did she actually transform though? She was just in the middle of the fair

They learned to work together fast

So I guess he doesn’t need to say the word cataclysm?

I love Ferris wheels rolling around scenes

Lmao Marinette really went I’ll save your life but you’re going in the dumpster

The timeline of this movie is very confusing, Nino is in love with Alya? But wasn’t it just the first day of school? Or was it just in the middle? When did Nino and Adrien meet? I have so many questions

Was the balloon thing a person? If not who created him and how?

THEME SONG!

Are we really getting all this adrienette development in a montage?? He told her about his mom, they went to the movies, they had a double date with Alya and Nino, and were barely getting it???

I love the glitter in Cat Noir’s mask

Ladynoir moment by the moon!

Marinette stood up to Chloe!

Adrien you cannot scare a person like that

The hearts in the balcony and the moon again!

I’m loving the visuals in this movie

“For the first time I feel truly free, it’s all thanks to you” my heart!

Ladynoir seems to be the main ship of the movie and I’m not mad about it

Oh my god their dance by the moon! I knew it was coming but I love it so much!

“How could I ever think she’d fall for me” Adrien stop she does love you she just doesn’t realize it’s you

Gabriel looks like shit and I’m glad to see it

I’m glad Adrien was able to stand up to him though

She actually managed to ask him out holy shit!

I mean I know it’s sad cause he rejected her but she actually managed to do it look at her!

I… did not think her shirt was a tank top this is so weird

Hawkmoth is akumatizing himself???

Careless Whisper again??? Are the writers ok??

Did they really need the takeout death?

The- the moth miraculous just… ate the ladybug miraculous???

I guess they don’t quite have cataclysm and lucky charm, their powers work a bit differently

Gabriel’s face at seeing Adrien, now you finally see what you’ve done you SOB

I’m glad they get to reconcile

So she can just… fix everything without a lucky charm??

Her dress is so pretty!

And she’s not wearing a mask!

The reveal in this is so interesting but pretty cute!

The way she took off his mask and put it on her was so freaking cute!

Really? Cut to the end right before the kiss??

So he does have Emilie in the basement?

Wait a minute I don’t think we ever got to see Chloe and Adrien interact in the movie lmao

The movie started a bit more cheesy and childish but overall they did a pretty good job of telling the story. The visuals were stunning, though the story was a bit rushed but they did a good job. There wasn’t quite enough time to develop the characters and their dynamics but they did the best they could with the time they had. The person who did Marinette’s singing voice was amazing, but I wish they found someone who sounded more like Marinette if they couldn’t use the same voice actress. The lore was a bit different but I kind of like it better than how much we started getting in later seasons, I just wish we got a bit more explanation on some things cause we don’t have the show to give us answers anymore. The only reason I feel like this ending with gabriel and Adrien works is because they didn’t have as much of an abusive relationship and he actually had a chance to redeem himself, but I’m glad he has to actually deal with the consequences. I know there are tons of fanfics about it but it’s so sad that while Marinette knew who Adrien was, he had no idea if he’d ever see Ladybug again but I’m glad that got resolved pretty quickly. I’m confused on what they want to do next cause they clearly were setting up for some kind of sequel but gabriel is already out as Hawkmoth and Nathalie only helped him during that time but I guess we’d just have to wait and see.

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Crossed Paths (Pt.1)

Farleigh Start x black!fem!oc

Author’s note: this is so random of me. Welcome to my new fixation, Farleigh Start from Saltburn. I wonder how long this story will last lol.

969 words is crazy i dont even write this much for my classes lol. it takes me days to get to 1000 words.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Crossed Paths

“Mama, there is no need to worry about me. You don’t trust me?” Jordan says. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I don't trust the rest of the world. You're my baby, and you’re leaving me. Going all the way across the world!” Monica, Jordan’s mom, exclaims.

“Ma, you know this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I have never left this country, and I get the chance to study at one of the oldest and most prestigious universities for free! There’s nothing to worry about,” Jordan explains, “Listen, I’m about to pull up to my apartment, or shall I say ‘flat’ as the Englishmen describe it. I’ll talk to you later. Goodnighhhht.”

“Goodnight, baby, I love you. Don’t go crazy over there now!” Monica hangs up.

Jordan gets out of her taxi and takes in her surroundings. University of Oxford, I can’t believe I made it. Jordan clumsily gathers her luggage from the taxi (It’s a lot of stuff) and walks towards the entrance to her accommodation. As she struggles to make sure none of her luggage falls, she accidentally bumps into a tall figure.

“Fuck.”

“Oh shit, I am so sorry!” Jordan looks up and exclaims. She sees a tall, pretty, light-skinned man staring down at his now-stained shirt. He’s black, she thinks. “Yes, and so is my shirt,” the man says sarcastically. “Oh, I did not realize I said that out loud. I’m sorry again. I’m kind of struggling, and I guess I wasn't paying-” she tries to explain, “You’re American?” the man interrupts. “Um, yeah, I just got in today, if you can’t tell. I’m here for an exchange program,” she continued. “Not many of us here. Listen, don’t worry about the shirt. I hope to see you around, but I gotta be somewhere soon,” the man quickly says and walks off.

“For sure,” Jordan trails off, saying before she looks at her bags, I guess I will take this up myself. “Ugh!” she groans.

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Jordan sits in her flat and looks at the now unpacked space. I did a great job. I think I'm gonna put a Texas flag on my wall, too. She slumps down on the couch and looks at the flyer on her coffee table. ‘Undergraduate Social! 5 PM,’ it reads. “I guess I can attempt to socialize,” Jordan looks down at her watch, “One hour to get ready, but I don’t have to be there at exactly 5 pm though,” Jordan thinks aloud. I wonder if I’ll see the man from earlier?

After freshening up, Jordan gathered her keys and wallet and went to the social. She entered the student union and noticed it bustling with students and professors. While looking around, she subconsciously looks for the man she met earlier. Not many black students, she notes. She takes the time to go up to different organization tables and gather information. As she moves from table to table, she feels a delicate hand tap her shoulder. Jordan turns around and notices a blonde girl standing in front of her.

“Hello!” the blonde girl exclaims.

“Hello?” Jordan questions.

“Sorry for the abruptness, but I just wanted to introduce myself. You seemed lost. My name is Venetia, and I wanted to ask, are you American?”

“Uh yeah, I am. I’m from Texas, actually.” Jordan explains.

“That’s really cool. There aren't many Americans here. I do know another one, though, who just happens to be my cousin. Would you like to meet him?”

I do need friends, so it wouldn't hurt.

“I don’t mind that at all. Lead the way. Also, my name is Jordan, by the way.”

“What a lovely name. Follow me!” Venetia instructs.

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“Boys, I would like you to meet Jordan! She’s American just like you, Farleigh!” Venetia exclaims

Jordan stares at the tall man. “Oh, we’ve met Vee. She’s the one who spilled tea on my shirt.” Farleigh explains with a stoic look on his face.

Jordan stares at her feet sheepishly, “Yeah, really sorry about that.”

Farleigh stared the girl down until he smirked, “I’m just playing; it wasn’t a big deal. It's nice to put a pretty name to a pretty face, though.”

He just called me pretty.

“Ignore Farleigh, he’s a little jokester. Aren’t you cousin?” Venetia teasingly asks as Farleigh rolls his eyes. “Anyway, this is my brother, Felix,” Venetia gestures to another tall, handsome man. Are all British men above 6 feet and handsome?

“Hello. Sorry for my sister practically dragging you over here,” Felix jokes.

“I did not drag her over here!” Venetia exclaims

“Haha, it’s okay. I need to put myself out there more honestly, don’t want to be alone during my time here.” Jordan reassures.

“How about I get your phone number?” Farleigh blurts out, he then corrects himself, “ How about we all get your number so we can continue hanging out more? Obviously, I don’t want to be the only American in the group.”

“I thought you would never ask,” Jordan pulls out her phone to notice it’s dead, “Oops, phone is dead. Let me just write it down.” There is no paper. “Can I see your hand?” Jordan asks Farleigh while taking out a pen. Jordan softly holds Farleigh’s hand and writes down her number, “You can pass this on to the rest of them,” Jordan smiles at Farleigh.

“It was really nice meeting y'all, but I have to get ready for the first day, so I’ll see y'all later,” Jordan waves and walks off.

Oh my god, when did I get so bold?

The group looks at each other in astonishment as Jordan walks away. “Ooh, Farleigh, she gave you her number,” Venetia teases. “She gave it to all of us,” Farleigh defends himself.

“She says y’all,” Felix points out. “That’s so Texas of her.” He jokes.

#saltburn imagine #farleigh start #felix catton #venetia catton #oliver quick #farleigh imagine #farleigh x reader #farleigh start x reader

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jmojellybae · 2 years

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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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🎶enjoy my 80’s Nancy playlist 🎶

“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.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #robin buckley x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley smut #nancy wheeler smut #jmo writes

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Evermore pt. 4

greg ‘mouse’ gerwitz x cassie voight OC

A/N: so there's going to be a little time jump to season 3 episode 11 of Chicago Fire where canonically Sylvie and Peter get kidnapped, Im thinking it’s still in about season 1 of PD though. I'm gonna change it a little bit so I hope it doesn't get too confusing...i'm going to try and stay as canon as possible but we'll see. Also don’t hate me for the timeline because I’m lowkey just as confused. (also idk why the spacing is weird, but i gave up trying to fix it.)

warnings: kidnapping, slight ptsd, swearing, violence.

word count: 4920

wattpad: sjhhoran

It's now been 3 months since Cassie's father, Hank Voight, has been out of prison.

Things at the firehouse have finally started to calm down, except for the fact that Gabby Dawson has now become a firefighter leaving Cassie on ambulance 61 with either Chout or McAuley until they find a replacement.

Despite Gabby's multiple attempts to assure Cassie it wasn't her fault that Gabby left, Cassie doesn't really believe it. However, Cassie is still proud of Gabby for pursuing her dreams either way. The talk they had a few weeks ago to clear the air and any hard feelings was...rough. To say the least.

Jay also took the job in intelligence under Cassie’s father so that was exciting.

Cassie is still shocked that Gabby didn't want to date Jay, he's a great guy. Not that Cassie would ever go for him, she's still his #1 wingman. Or woman. Wing-woman.

"Alright, everyone settle down. This is Sylvie Brett, she will be the new paramedic under Cassie." Boden announces at the morning briefing. Cassie sent a small wave to the new paramedic from where she was standing at the back of the room.

"Cassie is your PIC, anything you say or do on the job must go through her. Understand?"

"Yes sir." Sylvie said at the front of the room next to Chief Boden.

"Okay. That's all. Go out there, do your jobs and do ‘em good." Boden then said leaving the room before everyone else.

"Hi," Cassie said now walking over to her new partner.

"Hey, it's so nice to meet you, i've heard a lot." Sylvie said shaking the other paramedics hand.

"Thanks, it's nice to meet you too. I'm gonna say we should head over to the ambo to check inventory, is there anything you want to let me know before we start?" Cassie asks making Sylvie give her a questionable look.

"Yeah that sounds good. Would you be able to clarify what you mean by-"

"Ah, sorry. It's a force of habit with the rotators. I've been stuck with Chout for the last week and he's very...excited…like at all times. Then there was McAuley who was literally the embodiment of Debby Downer, I don't know I guess I was just asking if you were going to have some odd, personality thing that I would have to get used to." Cassie said chuckling as they make their way to the apparatus.

"Okay yeah that makes sense. Um I hope I don't have any personality thing, but if I do please feel free to let me know." Sylvie said chuckling nervously.

Smiling at Sylvie's innocence Cassie felt like they were going to be good partners.

"No complaints so far, I like you Brett."

After a few shifts of working together, Cassie and Brett felt like they fell into a pretty nice rhythm. It felt natural how well they communicated and worked together.

At the end of the last shift however, Cassie was visited by a victim's family member. A patient she had treated when she briefly worked with Peter Mills before he eventually left to work at his family's restaurant. The patient had passed before they arrived at the hospital, and the father was more than upset with Mills. Something that Cassie had no control over.

"I need to speak with you," Cassie heard the all too familiar voice of Anthony Lullo called out.

The memory of meeting with Peter and Chief flashed through Cassie's brain where Peter had convinced both of them that Anthony wouldn't be a problem anymore.

"Looking back I'm glad that I didn't file a police report on him. He's in deep grief, and he deserves a pass on this." Peter's voice flashed through Cassie's mind.

Deserved a pass her ass, but she wasn't going to undermine Peter. He trusted his gut, and she trusted him. So, here they were.

"Mr. Lullo, please, I'm sorry for what happened but I really need to get home." Cassie said as she walked past him to her car.

"You're going to regret that." Is all Mr. Lullo responded with before leaving.

"Hey Chief, I just wanted to let you know that Anthony Lullo made another visit to the firehouse after last shift. He said he needed to speak with me and when I continued walking saying I need to get to home he mumbled something under his breath. I don't really know what he said, but just thought you would like to know." Cassie said making a pit stop to Boden's office who gave her a reassuring nod before she left.

"Who's Anthony Lullo?" Sylvie asked when her and Cassie were doing inventory for the ambulance.

"How do you know who that is?" Cassie asked confused.

"He approached me when I was coming into work today, told me to tell you that you need to talk to him. I don't know, I was just confused." Sylvie said defensively not really trying to get on Cassie's bad side already.

Taking a deep breath Cassie looked at Sylvie.

"Anthony Lullo was a patient's father that ended up coding before we made it to the hospital. I haven't seen him in a few weeks but it was starting to become harassment with how much he was coming around the firehouse. He ended up threatening my old partner, Peter Mills. It was this whole situation. I don't know why he's back though." Cassie admitted making Sylvie nod her head in understanding.

A silence fell through the girls as they finished looking through the medications in the ambulance before a call came through the intercom.

"Ambulance 61. Injuries from a fall. 815 South Nebraska."

"That's around the corner," Cassie said as they hopped out from the back.

"Can I drive?" Sylvie asked making Cassie chuckle.

"Sure."

Pulling up to the scene, Cassie and Sylvie immediately jump out looking for the victim. When they finally found him on the side of the street Cassie looked at Sylvie.

"Where'd he fall from?" Cassie asked as she looked at their surroundings, no visible places for a fall.

"You fell, sir?" Sylvie asked as she was putting her gloves on.

"My legs, my legs!" The victim screamed.

"Okay, can you take some deep breaths for me?" Sylvie asked as she began examining him.

Cassie still looking around as to what could've caused this injury, she saw a dump truck down the road. Uncovering blanket from the man's legs she sighed.

"He didn't fall. He was run over." She said agitatedly getting up and calling into her radio.

Once they finished doing what they could, they strapped the now unconscious patient onto the gurney

"He passed out from the blood loss. Let's get him to Chicago Med." Cassie said as they were working on getting him into the ambulance.

Quickly grabbing both the girl’s attention, a car pulled into the alley blocking in the ambulance.

"Who's that?" Sylvie asked with Cassie immediately recognizing the car.

*6 hours later*

"Halstead. Thanks for coming. Nice to have somebody we could trust on this." Matt says greeting the detective.

"Absolutely. Still no word from your paramedics?"

"No."

"Dumb question, anybody try their cells?"

"Yeah. No answer."

Once the pair find their way to the ambulance Jay immediately starts getting suspicious.

"Were they dispatched to this location?" He asks, heart dropping at the realization.

"Yeah."

"This could've been a set up." He said turning around and immediately seeing the hula dancer on the dashboard of the ambulance. The one he got as a gift for Cassie.

"What the hell happened here..." He mutters.

*6 hours earlier.*

"Hey, guys, we got a medical emergency here. We're gonna need you to move the vehicle." Cassie announces at the men who just stepped out of their car.

"Hands in the air. Keep your mouths shut." One of the two say as they both raise their guns at the paramedics.

"Woah." Sylvie mutters earning a glance from Cassie.

"Turn around!" One of them shouts making the other instantly yell at him.

"Keep it down! Now turn around put your hands behind your back." He says more quietly turning Cassie roughly.

"This guy needs to get to the hospital!" Sylvie yells getting another glance from Cassie.

"Brett, Brett. Hey don't hurt her please." Cassie says as they make their way to the car away from the patient.

"What is this?!" Sylvie shrieks.

"This doesn't have to be messy, just do what we say." One of them says as they throw the girls into the car.

"Please, let her go. I'm the one that he wants!" Cassie yells.

"He? Who's he?" One of them says with a smirk slamming the door in their faces.

"Where are you taking us?" Cassie asks as one of the men starts patting her down in the backseat.

"Shut up!" The man says as he gets a little too grope-y.

"Where's your phone, hun?" The driver asks as he reaches over for Sylvie in the front seat.

"Left hand jacket pocket." Shes says quietly as he grabs it and chucks it out the window.

"God, why did I have to be stuck with the grabby one." Cassie says looking at the man with a gun to her head.

As he pushed it farther into her temple she winced at the familiar feeling.

"Look, Jason Lullo sustained fatal injuries long before we arrived at the scene!" Cassie says earning an eye roll from the driver.

"Don't know what you're talking about. Just keep quiet now." He says as he continues driving recklessly.

"You gonna kill us?" Cassie quietly asked as she looked the man in the eye through the rear view mirror.

"You know everything is that it?" He asks with a smirk.

"Brett." Cassie quietly says as she looks out the window.

"Quiet!" The man with her said as he shoved the gun farther into her head.

"Brett, brace yourself." Cassie says before head butting the gun out of the man's hand and kneeing him in the face. Quickly kicking him in the groin after, Cassie moved over in the seat she wasn't buckled into and kicked the driver in the side of the head. Keeping her foot against his throat, this caused the driver to spin the wheel uncontrollably, inevitably crashing into a random scrap yard and making contact with a trailer trapping them inside.

*6 hours later*

Eventually finding the car, Jay and Cruz immediately get out to check it out. The thoughts running through Jay's head have him trembling more than he ever has on any case he’s worked before.

"Hey, this is Detective Halstead of intelligence, I'm gonna need you to run an Illinois passenger tag." Jay says into his phone watching Cruz check the car.

"Halstead...We got nothing. Car's empty. Looks like everyone made it out." Cruz says making his way back to the Detective.

"This happened hours ago. If Lullo's got them, they're dead!" Cruz says spinning out.

"Don't assume anything." Jay says trying to cover up his anxiety so he doesn't freak Cruz out any more.

"The hematoma's recollecting!" Cassie says looking at the driver's wounds.

"I thought you fixed him!" The other man says pointing a gun at the two.

"He needs medical attention." Sylvie says with attitude.

"Isn't that your job!?"

"Hey, we're paramedics, not doctors. You need to get him to an ER now." Cassie shouts back.

"This is your fault anyway, with that smart-ass stunt. Fix him, or i'll put a bullet in your head." The man says pointing the gun at Cassie again.

"This lump on your buddy's neck is due to internal bleeding. As it grows it presses on his trachea and that's what's causing the difficulty in breathing. It's only going to get worse!" Cassie says back to the man.

"So cut it open again!"

"That's only a temporary fix!" Sylvie now says butting herself into the conversation.

"Look. He's going to die unless we get this bleed tied off. We need to get to the hospital." Cassie says to the gunman.

"Might as well waltz into a police station!" The gunman says turning away from them.

"No hospitals." The driver on the make shift table mutters.

As his phone starts ringing he hands it to the other gunman.

"Don't answer it. Not if we're giving him bad news." He says obviously in pain.

"C-can't you guys tie off the bleed?" The very stressed out gunman asks.

"No," Sylvie says but not before Cassie says maybe.

"What? Cassie that's surgery."

"Look, if we do this, will you let us go?" Cassie asks looking at the guy.

"Okay. Deal." The gunman says walking off as he answers the second phone call.

"So this is what we think Cassie and Brett were in?" Gabby says looking worriedly at the car Cruz and Jay found.

"Yeah." Matt says sorrowfully as he opens the very, very, torn up door.

"Jay." She says as Detective Halstead made his way over to where she was standing.

"Gabby." He greets back.

"We gotta find them." She says looking at Halstead.

"We're uh, we're trying." He says almost breaking.

"Guys, I got some blood here!" Severide yells out pointing at the driver seat.

"Okay, at least one occupant is injured. Maybe they didn't get too far.” Jay says taking a step back to think.

“Okay, come here, everyone. Now!" Jay yells gesturing at the surrounding cops and firefighters.

"I want a tight perimeter, I want a K-9 unit, and I want a door to door search of the entire neighborhood. If you see anything that you think might be out of place, I want to hear about it." He says sending them off to their assigned tasks.

"Jay." Gabby says approaching him again.

"Hm?"

"She's my friend too. We'll find her." She says squeezing his shoulder reassuringly getting a tight lipped nod in return.

"Knife." Cassie says taking the blade from Sylvie and pressing it to the driver's neck.

Quickly pulling a gun on her she takes a step back.

"Hey! If you want me to do this, set the gun down now." She shouts a little startled.

As the other gunman takes the gun from the driver's hand, he sets it on a nearby surface.

"Okay. This is going to hurt, a lot. But I'm gonna do it fast. Kay?" Cassie asks getting a nod.

As Cassie made the incision on the driver's neck, she quickly turns around to set the blade down and grab something to use as a clamp.

"Hey, hey, that was the easy part okay?" Cassie says coming back and looking at the incision as he passed out from the pain.

"Hey, hey! What the hell did you guys do, what happened to him!?" The gunman yelled earning glares from both the paramedics.

"He passed out from the pain." Sylvie said now looking back down at the patient.

"Clamp it right here." Sylvie said looking at Cassie as she pointed to his carotid artery.

"You do realize what that will do right?" Cassie whispers with wide eyes.

Glancing down at the bloody table, Sylvie wrote 'Let him die.' in the man's blood.

After deliberating for a few seconds, Cassie shakes her head no and clamps the bleed. Looking back at Brett who scribbled out the words, Cassie gave her a specific look.

"Why so quiet?" The gunman asked.

"I uh, I'm clamping it off now." Cassie says as she took the blade out of the exacto knife they had and handed it to Brett.

"Okay, we're going to need to find someone to suture him up but he should be fine. Cassie says stepping away.

"You. Come here." The gunman says grabbing Brett's arm and taking her across the room.

"Hey! Wait! We had a deal, I need her!" Cassie says yelling at the man.

"I need to make sure he's okay first." The gunman says as he zip ties Brett's hands together.

As the man starts waking up, Cassie finishes putting some gauze his wound.

"See? All good." Cassie says looking at him.

"We'll see." The gunman says.

"The deal was, we fix him up and you let us leave!" Sylvie yells. Loud enough for Detective Halstead who's outside the door to hear. Something they're unaware of.

"I know what the deal was!" The man yells back.

"We gotta go now and the doors bolted, can you guys get us in!?" Jay yells at Casey who is already radioing for Severide.

"You said you'd rein in your partner, so how about it?" Brett yells as she secretly cuts the zip tie off her hands.

"Will you shut up!" He yells as he gets ahold of Cassie and holds a gun to her head.

"I knew we couldn't trust you two." Sylvie mutters as she finishes getting the zip tie off her hands.

"Drop the gun." Sylvie says catching the driver's , the gunman's, and Cassie's attention with the driver's gun in her hands.

"I said drop it!"

With a nod from the driver, the gunman shoots at Sylvie but not before Cassie moves his arm out of the way so the bullet catches the floor. As he fights back and fires again, Cassie is still holding his arm so his aim is off.

With his other arm that had a hold of Cassie, he lets her go to elbow her in the nose. Once he drops his elbow, Cassie punches the guy in the face. She then knocked him on his ass after he catches a kick in the balls.

As Cassie gets away to grab Brett, he continues firing at the paramedics.

Fleeing into another room and locking the door, Sylvie looks around to see that they're trapped.

"Shit." She mutters as Cassie blocks her from the bullets flying through the door.

"Stay behind me." Cassie says as she grabbed a metal pipe, preparing for when he breaks into the room.

Once he does the door flies off the hinges, and all of their attention's turn to the next sound.

"Chicago PD! Don't move, drop your weapon! Do it now!" Jay yells as they charge into the warehouse.

Watching as the gunman put his hands up surrenderence, Jay continues making his way to the gunman.

"Put your weapon down, get down on the ground. Now! Hands up behind your head!"

"Voight! Brett!" Casey yells as the girls make their way back to the other side of the door.

"We were in here." Sylvie says making her way through the door first, Cassie quickly following behind as she dropped the pipe and clutched her nose up. Probably broken.

"Anyone hurt?" Casey asks.

"Not me, Cassie got an elbow to the face though." Sylvie says breathing heavily.

"Sylvie!" Cruz says running up to her and pulling her into a big hug.

"Cassie," Jay says softly looking at his best friend once he got cuffs on the bad guy.

Basically falling into Jay's arms, Cassie quickly forgot about her nose.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're okay. Shh, you're okay." Jay said brushing his hand through the back of her hair as she sobbed into his shoulder.

"Hey Cass." Gabby said making her way over to the girl.

As she pulled away from Jay's chest, she didn't leave his grasp as his hand still rested on her hip.

"Hey," she said pretty nasally as the Gabby pulled her into a hug of her own.

"Some pretty good partner bonding, huh?" Gabby asked making her chuckle.

"I'm glad you're okay." Casey finally says patting her on the back.

"Thank you, guys." Cassie said turning back to Jay.

"You need to go to the hospital." He said looking at her eyes that are already turning black and blue, along with her swollen nose.

"What? You calling this ugly?" She asked teasingly as they started walking out of the warehouse.

"No, no, just. Colorful?"

Playfully hitting him in the chest with a shocked expression, Jay quickly told another cop to take the perp in to the station and that he was going to go to the hospital with Cassie.

"So, your nose is pretty broken. If you look here, there's a slight fracture. We're gonna tape some gauze around it. Make sure you keep it on for the next 12 hours and rewrap it every 8-12 hours, for the next 48. It should heal in no time, make sure you ice it and take some pain meds." Doctor Rhodes explained to both Jay and Cassie in the trauma room.

"So i'm good to go?" She asked a little impatiently.

"Uh, yes. Maggie is getting your discharge papers now, but I do want to take a look at this hand." He said lightly grabbing her hand and examining her swollen knuckles. Sending butterflies through her stomach too.

"Oh, no, it's fine. I just ice it with pain meds and the swelling usually goes down within 24." Cassie said smiling and making a fist and opening her palm a few times in a row.

"Hm. Okay," Connor said sighing and looking between Cassie and Jay. "I'll get those papers to you. It's nice to see you're okay Cassie. Really." He finished with a warm smile and walking out of the room.

Jay quickly looked at Cassie's blushing face and starts laughing.

"You like him!" Jay teased making her blush harder.

"I do not!" She yelled back hitting him lightly.

"No, no, you like him like him, don't you?" Jay continued earning an eye roll.

"Okay so what if I do. I see him when I bring patients in sometimes...drop it." She said looking away.

"Okayyy." Jay said all sing-song-y making her roll her eyes again.

"Knock knock." her father said walking into the room.

"Hey, thanks for staying with her but you can leave now. Brett is down at the station but i'm gonna need you to question this Anthony Lullo when Cassie gets down there." He said looking at Jay earning a nod.

"I'll see you later." Jay said with a tight lipped smile as he walked out.

"You okay?" Voight asked making her nod.

"Yeah, all good. Fractured my nose, but I think I did the same to him plus some manhood damage." Cassie said making them both chuckle.

“I apologize for not being here sooner. Alvin and I were picking up the guys from the warehouse and finding Lullo. I have a question for you though.”

“What is it?” Cassie asked.

“How about you come stay with me for the next few weeks. You know, until this whole thing blows over and we know you’re safe.”

“What? You’re kidding right?” Cassie said laughing at his offer.

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Hank asks crossing his arms over his chest.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” Cassie says hopping off the trauma bed and grabbing her things.

“Look, you thought this thing ended what, three? four weeks ago? Then look at what happened today. Just until it blows over? Okay?”

Without saying anything Cassie just looks at her father and stares.

“Okay?” He asks again.

“No, not okay. Jay literally lives across the hall from me. If anything happens, I’ll be fine. I know self defensive, I can hold my own.” Cassie says defensively walking out of the trauma room.

Signing the discharge papers at the nurses desk, Cassie walked out of the hospital with Voight quick to follow.

“Can you please just listen to me on this?” Voight asked opening the passenger side door for Cassie.

“No.” Cassie then said slamming it once she got in.

“I’m gonna go downstairs with Alvin, I’ll meet you guys upstairs with Jay and Anthony. You and Sylvie will be on the other side of the mirror.” Hank said kissing Cassie’s temple as they both walked into the 21st.

“Who’s downstairs?” Cassie asked knowing what he’s going to do.

“Guys who like holding female paramedics hostage in a warehouse.” He said walking off.

“Cassie. Nice to see you again.” Trudy said greeting Cassie.

“Hey sarge. So since i’m a civilian now aren’t you supposed to have someone walk me to the interrogation room?” Cassie teased once she got to the sergeant’s desk.

Sighing, Trudy removed her reading glasses and looked at the girl.

“That was supposed to be your father’s job. I’ll do it though. Yo chump! Watch the desk until I get back.” Trudy says coming around and showing Cassie to a room she knew all too well.

“We have numerous witnesses saying they saw you make a serious threat against Peter Mills. Then showed up again to talk to Cassie Voight.” Cassie heard Jay say once she walked on the other side of the glass.

“My son was dead. I was upset.” says Anthony.

“Yeah, that certainly squares with the eyewitness statements. ‘Mr. Lullo was livid.’ , ‘Full of rage.’ , ‘Frothing at the mouth.’” Jay finally said setting the paper down in front of Lullo.

“Look, I went over there and I apologized to Peter Mills, and he accepted my apology. He’s a good kid.”

“But what about the part where you visited Cassie Voight? Multiple times, even after Peter Mills had stopped working at Firehouse 51.” Jay asked.

“I don’t understand what’s going on here. I thought you caught the men that took those paramedics?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Jay said smiling at the man.

“Cassidy ignored my invitation to talk. Nothing happened since.” Lullo says sitting back into his chair.

“But why did you want to talk Cassie? I thought your issue was with Mills?” Jay asked trying to agitate him.

“Yes, but Cassie knew more.” Lullo muttered.

“What do you mean Cassie knew more?” Jay pressed.

“Nothing.”

“Oh c’mon Anthony. What did Cassie know?” Jay asked trying to poke the bear further.

“Cassie knew how slow she drove killing my son. Cassie knows that she is the cause of his death.” He admitted

“Your son was already dead by the time we got to the scene. We just prolonged how long it was before the inevitable happened, which was his heart stopping due to blood loss.” Cassie yelled as she bursted into the interrogation room, startling both Jay and Lullo.

“I don’t think she’s allowed in here detective.” Lullo said looking at Jay.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Jay said covering for Cassie.

“Your son died due to his injuries. There was nothing we could do, but you need someone to blame. Is that it? Pointing a finger at someone that’s not you, or your kid?” Cassie asked trying to piss the man off.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lullo said chuckling and looking away.

“I think I do. Because if I didn’t, you wouldn’t be deflecting right now. If I didn’t you would still be pretending that you’re content with the fact it wasn’t one person’s fault that your kids dead.” Cassie said matter of factly.

When she didn’t get a response she scoffed.

“So you’re okay with that? That no one killed your son, and it was just his injuries? Oh c’mon. You need someone to blame. To fill your urge and get revenge. That someone killed him and they need to pay. Right?” Cassie asked.

“You killed him! If anyone killed my son it was that bitch! She was the one driving!” Lullo yelled surprising everyone.

“Your son was already dead before we even arrived at the hospital! It had absolutely nothing to do with my driving, and everything to do with the fatal injuries he sustained.” Cassie yelled back at the man not knowing how many times she could repeat herself over this matter.

“You all say that, but if you drove faster, he would’ve made it to the hospital, and he would’ve lived!” Anthony said standing and pointing at Cassie.

“Is that why you stalked me then? It was never about Mills was it? It was about the fact that I didn’t drive fast enough. So you stalked and harassed me, then hired someone to take me out?” Cassie pressed causing him to basically fume from the ears.

“Yes! You deserved to know what it was like to ride half alive while the person who was supposed to be helping you couldn’t care less about getting you help!” Lullo yelled.

“So you ordered a hit on me?” Cassie asked again. Waiting for the confession.

“Yes!” He seethed earning a content smile from Cassie.

“Jay, I believe you can handle this from here.” Cassie said walking out of the room.

Later on once they officially arrested Lullo and everyone was gathered in the bullpen, Cassie decided to stay behind and talk to her father.

“Hey, we wouldn’t have gotten him if you didn’t intervene. Good job, Cass.” Jay said patting her on the back.

“Jay, Cassie, my office.” Hank announced earning a confused look from the both of them.

“Uh oh, principal’s daughter called to his office?” Antonio joked getting an eye roll in return.

“I watched what happened.” Hank said as they shut the door.

“What do you mean?” Cassie asked confused.

“I mean I saw you get the confession from Lullo. I want you to know, I get that you didn’t like being a patrolmen. But, when I give you this offer you need to think about it from a detective’s perspective. You have all the training, you would even be able to start tomorrow. You have the balls. We need you. Cassidy, do you want to join intelligence?” Hank asked making her jaw drop.

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It's Not All Bad

Chapters: 5-8

Characters included: Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, and Steve Harington

Word Count: 9,006

No use of Y/N

18+! May be triggering to some!

Contains: Fluff, Angst, Kissing, Shy/ Anxious Reader, Sweet/Protective Eddie, Jealousy, Cursing, Alcohol use, Yelling, Heartbreak, Betrayal, & Friends To Lovers.

Summary: After a betrayal from your best friend and boyfriend, you find comfort in the arms of eddie.

Please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments. This is my first story and I'm a little nervous.

!Must give credit when re-sharing/ sharing. Don't take credit please and thank you!

PART FIVE:

Just as Eddie turned his head to go and defend himself, he caught you smiling like some dummy. It was all because of him, so he decided to say something else instead. “We still got quite a drive.” “Yeah” “Do you want to do something?”“Like what?”“I ask you something and you gotta be 100% honest with me and then after you can ask me something the same rules apply. Are you down?” You took a minute to think “Yeah what the hell why not. Go ahead.”“Why are you dating a jerk like Steve?”“Oh, well at first he wasn’t like this. He was much kinder, sweeter, and just better. Then Nancy came back and he changed. I know they had history but they said it wouldn’t affect anything and well you see how that's going. He even came over uninvited this morning and when I had some attitude he said he had no idea why. Then asked what did he do wrong to deserve me being so sharp and snippy with him. Anyways I guess i’m just hoping he’ll go back to being that nice guy.””You’re kidding?!”“I wish.”“Star I’m sorry you deserve better than that and you’ve done nothing wrong.”“Maybe not but it feels like I have.” Hearing that broke Eddie's heart into a million pieces. You’ve done nothing wrong and don’t deserve to feel this way or to be treated this way. ”I know. I hope that'll change soon tho.”“Me too. Can I ask my question now? I kinda wanna drop this if that’s ok.”“Yeah it’s ok and yeah fire away.”“Why do you call me Star?”“Ummm.” Eddie had to think he had to be honest and he had to answer but this isn’t exactly how he planned on telling you why he called you that.”You don’t have to tell me. I get it” Eddie pulled into a empty parking lot as he wanted to be able to either look at you or move around anything but drive.“Edds?”“You wanna know and I'm gonna tell you what it honestly means.” “Ok.”“I call you Star because you are the brightest and most beautiful thing in my life. You are my happiness and you guide me through the darkness. You make literally everything better just by being involved. You shine so bright, so bright that most people just can’t handle it. Which is just unfortunate for them. I din’t wanna tell you and then scare you off or weird you out.”“Edds I-”“I get if yo-” Eddies words were then cut off as you quickly wrapped your arms around him and it didn’t take long for him to then do the same. You guys sat there hugging for a good minute or two. “We should probably get going, Edds.”“Yeahhhh but this is better.” As much as you wanted to agree you knew any longer you may have told him you loved him and you did. Steve hurt you and made you miserable. Eddie made you feel loved and special. Steve didn’t even make you feel that way in the beginning. At this point you asked yourself if you truly ever loved Steve. You did for a short time but you were never in love with him and there is a difference. Somehow you were able to escape Eddie's bar grip. “Yeah but um we should still go for a little.”“Fine. If we must.” “We must.” “Star?” “Yes?” “Can…” You can tell he’s getting nervous so you don’t tease. But you also notice his hand was out not like asking for yours just there, so you take it anyways and ask. “Were you gonna ask to do this?” “No!”“Oh okay then i’ll just take my hand back then.” “No Star wait…Yes it was what I was gonna ask for.” You still let go tho “Well then ask petty boy.” “Pretty?” “Yes among other things but yes pretty is one.” “Oh?” “Well you are!” Eddie turns red and although he’d love to tease he doesn't wanna miss the opportunity to hold your hand so he’ll put a pin on teasing you for now. “Thank you. Hey Star, can I hold your hand?” “Yes.” You take his hand again and you guys head off again.

Meanwhile Steve and Nancy were already at the party but you nor Eddie had any idea they would be there as they didn’t say anything about going. Steve kept going around the party saying how y’all broke up and that Nancy and him got back together. Nancy wasn’t a fan of being so open about this yet but she didn’t stop Steve either. She liked knowing Steve loved her more even if it was at the cost of your friendship. She did feel guilty but she also thought it was unfair she didn’t get a true chance with Steve. The whole time they were there they danced together, made out several times, got drunk, and just did lots of couple type crap. Steve was now so drunk he didn’t think his actions out before doing them or how it would affect his surroundings. So he dragged Nancy to the restroom for another makeout session but didn’t remember to lock the door behind them. You and Eddie finally arrived and as always Eddie ran to get the door for you. “Thank you Edds.”“You’re welcome Star.” You both enter the party and again you already wanna ditch the idea of going. But it’s too late now. So you both walk in and find a place to kinda sit and just talk. As time passes people must have finally connected the dots on who you were as you had a mix of people coming up to you saying you were an awful person or i’m sorry that happened to you. You were confused but Eddie was pissed which confused you more. You had no idea what the fuck was going on but Eddie had his suspsion. You just tried to shake it off and say whatever, besides you had to use the restroom Anyways. As you go to walk in you hear something and then… you walk in on your boyfriend and best friend making out. All anyone hears next is. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!” Followed by a door slamming everyone including Eddie thought it was someone else (as again this isn’t something you’d normally do but) until you turned the corner and your face said it all and then it showed some fear as you couldn’t see Eddie but as soon as you saw Eddie you B-lind it to him. “Eddie please take me home.”“Star ar-” You cut him off and you felt awful for doing so but you couldn’t handle being there right now and explaining to Eddie here meant staying here “Not right now Eddie please just can we leave.” He could hear the crack in your voice and how broken you were. He hated seeing you like this but he’d be damned to ignore your cry for help. Steve suddenly runs to try and explain “BABE WAIT!” But you’ve had enough of his and Nancy’s shit. You whipped around so fast Eddie had to put his arms up so he wouldn’t slap you (his hands were at face level behind you). You spoke so angrily that your face turned so red from anger and burned hot to the touch, you were crying uncontrollably, you hated crying, your fists were so tight your nails left marks on your palms, and when you spoke you yelled. But your yell was so broken as you had a hard time keeping it together. Steve just broke your heart into a million pieces so did Nancy. Oh and they think it’s what no biggy? This was months of pent up shit and this was the last straw. “DON’T YOU FUCKING BABE ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Of course Steve tried to play the civil card now that there was an audience watching the truth unfold. ”Wow there is no need for yelling let’s just go talk privately. Yah?”“GO FUCK YOURSELF! I’M DONE WAITING FOR YOU TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT ANYMORE AND I’M DONE WITH YOUR SHIT.”“What do you mean your done?”“GO GET A NEW DAMN BRAIN I’M DONE, LIKE OH I’M BREAKING UP WITH YOU, OH IT’S OVER, OR OH I DON’T EVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN! LIKE HOW ELSE DO I GOTTA SAY IT?!” “OH AND NANCY DON’T EVEN TRY AND SPEAK I WANT YOU OUTTA MY LIFE STARTING 5 MIN AGO. FUCKING NO GOOD BACK STABBING LYING PEICES OF SHIT, GET FUCKED I’M OUTTA HERE.” As you hear them rambling in the background you just keep looking forward and walk out.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #nancy wheeler #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie x fluff #angst #fluff #friends to lovers

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I just know these would gossip so much between the two

Like they are inside the pool observing everyone and commenting on every drama and interactions and giggling “those truly hate each other” “davide has crazy eyes when you look him fro the front” oh my good look x person is pulling y for a chat!” Etc

golden-hoax: i can see li!harry & y/n going in the pool more than the others because they obviously have to take their mics off for that and they have some alone time cause most of the time no one is in there. and i bet you they'd try to do the dirty dancing lift in the pool🫶

they are such the gossips yessssss!

“I feel like Dami and Indiyah have more of a connection than Dami and Amber. Or even Indiyah and Ikenna.”

You said, whilst you rested your head on your arms on the side of the pool. Harry was floating beside you, but that boy could not lay still for England so he wasn’t going to get comfortable beside you.

It was a tactic being in the pool whilst you and Harry had chats, because you couldn’t wear your microphones and therefore nothing could be picked up by the producers.

It was an escape.

“You think?” Harry questioned.

“For sure. I hope they figure it out and don’t just settle.” You pouted.

“It’s not really for us to interfere though, I guess.”

You and Harry had both decided that getting involved in between a couple was just wrong and wasn’t any of your business. It made choosing sides more difficult too.

“No you’re right.”

“Oi, Davide is looking at you again.” Harry nudged you carefully, not making it too obvious.

“Oh for fuck sake.” You giggled. “I’m flattered, but no thanks.”

Harry came up behind you in the pool and you could tell it was his subconscious way of marking his own territory. Instead of putting his hands around your waist, he groped them on your ass instead.

“Too right it’s a no. This is mine.” Harry squeezed your ass again, making you kick up a leg, as fast as the water would let you, to kick him in the balls playfully.

“You’re so, egh, sometimes, you know?”

“Don’t care. Still mine at the end of the day.”

He kept his hands on your ass as he rested his chin on your shoulders, staring down Davide as you both kept on talking about nothing.

“Can we try something?” He would ask a while later.

“Sure.”

“Let’s do the Dirty Dancing lift.” He smirked like a teenage boy being told he’d just been bought a new lego set.

“It will go very wrong.” You laughed whilst shaking your head in protest.

“It won’t. I promise. I’ve got you.”

“Har…”

“Trust me, please.”

You rolled your eyes, but allowed him the pleasure of you accepting. Anything to make him happy. He threw his sunglasses to the side and you did the same with yours.

He made sure he was standing with the sun facing his face so you didn’t have to squint. It would make it like him more had he not convinced you to fly in the air above him.

“You ready?” He asked, bracing his legs and shaking off his arms.

“Of course not, you idiot.”

“Great.” He replied, still smiling. “Now just run and jump before you get to me.”

“I can’t run in water, H.” You sighed.

“Um, okay. Well walk really slowly and we’ll just pretend we’re in 2x speed.”

You smiled at his ridiculousness, before wading over to him. As you approached him his smile got wider and wider, making grabby hands as he awaited you.

Once you got close enough you jumped and his hands went to rest on your waist. It must’ve been harder than he expected because to lift you up out of the water, he had to squat underwater. It made you laugh, mainly because his hands were slightly tickling you but also because his face was flat over his face now.

It worked though.

You were in the air like Baby.

Harry was Patrick Swayze too.

Until his arms went weak and he threw you over his head and you dived head first into the water. After you came to the surface Harry was right there to make sure you were okay.

“How was it?”

“Well I hope you’re happy, because we’re not doing it again.” You twisted your nose to free it of water.

“I had y’tits in my face, of course I was happy.” He winked and you just shook your head at him in disgust.

“You’re so gross.” You tutted.

“And I got to relive a classic 80s romcom moment with a girl I really like, so.” He blushed.

You swam over to him and wrapped your hands around his neck softly, feeling his arms scoop around your legs to hold you up securely against him.

“That’s more like it.” You smiled and kissed him softly.

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Ames

Written for Sailor Moon LGTBQ+ Week.

Day 6: Pet Names.

Ami is confused by what Makoto has been calling her.

@smlgbtqweek

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“Hey Ames, you want anything while I’m in here?” Makoto called to Ami from her kitchen, having stepped away from their study session briefly to check on a pie she had in the oven.

Ami blushed lightly, before shouting back, “No, Mako, I’m fine.” Trying to focus back on her studies.

‘Ames’. It was what Mako had taken to calling her since they started dating. This had perplexed the blunette, was it meant to be a shortening of her name? It seemed to be, but… her name didn’t have a hard ‘A’ sound the way ‘Ames’ did.

Mako returned to the room, pie in her oven-mitted hands, “Alright, move the books over, we’re taking a pie break.” She said with a smile.

“Of course we are.” Ami said, moving the books off of Mako’s coffee table so she could set the pie down.

“Hey! C’mon now, I’ve been doing good! Don’t I deserve a bit of pie?” Mako said, looking at Ami with big puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, fine, fine! We can take a pie break.” Ami said with a smile.

Mako threw her arms around the smaller girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, “I knew you couldn’t resist me, Ames.” She said with a smile, before going back to the kitchen to grab plates, a knife and silverware for the pie, leaving Ami alone on the couch, blushing.

When Mako returned with what she needed, Ami finally asked the question which had been on her mind, “Why do you call me that?”

“Hm? What, ‘Ames’?” The brunette asked, looking up at her from cutting the pie.

“Yeah.”

“Uh… because it’s cute? Why? Do you not like me calling you that?” The green-eyed girl asked, looking a little sad.

“No no no! Nothing like that! I was just curious where it came from.” Ami quickly explained, not wanting her to get the wrong idea.

“Oh, well, remember that time when that foreign exchange student mispronounced your name as ‘Amy’ and we all gave you crap for it for, like, a week?”

“Yes, of course, how could I ever forget how funny you all found a basic error in pronunciation?” Ami said, clearly unamused.

“Well, after we started dating, I remembered that and… I dunno, one thing led to another, and I just liked the way ‘Ames’ sounded.” Mako said, handing Ami a piece of pie.

“I see… why was that what you were thinking of after we started dating though?” Ami asked, confused how the two were connected.

“Oh, well, um…” Mako began, her face quickly turning red, “... well obviously everyone else already calls you by your name and well I… I just wanted something that was special for me.”

“O-oh, I see…” Ami said, also blushing, “So… like a pet name?”

“Yeah… I guess like a pet name.” Mako said with a smile, taking the first bite of her piece of pie.

“Aw, Mako… that’s so sweet.” Ami said, causing the auburn-haired girl to blush even more, “I feel bad though, everyone already calls you by the shortened version of your name so I can’t claim that for myself.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out, after all…” Mako said, wiping a stray bit of pie off of Ami’s face with her thumb, “... you are my little genius, right Ames?”

Ami turned beet red, but didn’t look away from her, “Y’know… I really love it when you call me that.”

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Okay so... I can explain.

So, I’m not the biggest fan of the original dub, truth be told I don’t think I’ve seen more than one full episode of it. That being said... I have always had a soft spot for Mako calling Ami ‘Ames’, which originated in that dub. Obviously, the problem being that nickname only really works if her name is ‘Amy’ and not ‘Ami’ but y’know...

Look, if it wasn’t already clear, this fic was very self-indulgent.

But yeah, that was day six! This will be my last contribution to this event as I will not be doing a post for the free day, but I had so much fun participating, as well as seeing what other people made!

If you enjoyed my posts for this event, please consider checking out my other work, as well as leaving a comment, reblog, like, etc. on this one.

And until next time, take care everyone!

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Yes Hand/No Hand

Andddd here’s the second and final chapter for today! I hope you guys like both! Lemme know what you thought. Ooh, but also please don’t read this if you haven’t seen Kwami’s Choice yet bc it contains spoilers!

AO3

Adrien’s eyes instantly lit up as he spotted Marinette. She was humming quietly to herself, carefully placing books in her backpack from her locker. He practically skipped over to her, desperate to see her after their conversation yesterday. He had gotten her to reveal her true feelings to him yesterday. And, though Adrien now had his kwami back he was determined to be in a relationship with Marinette.

He loved her. It had just happened so slowly over time that he hadn’t realized it until it was almost too late. She had almost given up on him because of how long it took him to realize his feelings. So, from now on, Adrien was focused on making sure Marinette knew just how much he completely and utterly adored her.

Plus, it didn’t hurt that he had a new method that helped her to speak her mind.

“Guess who?” He breathed quietly into Marinette’s ear, enjoying her adorable squeak as she whirled around, bumping against his chest lightly.

There was a pretty pink flush to her cheeks as she stuttered, “A-Adrien! H-hi! W-what, um, what are you going here? D-doing! What are you doing here?”

A slow, adoring smile grew on his face as he gazed down at her. How could she be so cute?

“I’m getting my books from my locker.”

“O-oh, right.” Marinette bit her lower lip, peeking up from beneath her lashes.

Boy, that look was going to absolutely kill him. Adrien’s heart stumbled in his chest and he allowed himself to get lost in her eyes. How had it taken him so long to realize his feelings were more than just friendship? This felt so familiar.

Slowly, though, as he found himself at a loss for words he saw Marinette’s eyes begin to widen with panic. Shaking his head, Adrien snapped himself out of it before he completely spooked her and caused her to bolt out of the locker room.

“That’s not the only reason I’m here, though. I was also looking for you.” His voice was quiet and soft. Unable to stop himself, he brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, his hand lingering on her cheek.

“M-me?! You were looking for me?” Her eyes practically bulged out of her head and Adrien felt suddenly anxious.

Too much too soon! Snapping his hand back to his side, he scratched the back of his neck, feeling suddenly awkward. Clearing his throat, he said, “Yeah. I, uh, actually had a few questions I wanted to ask you.”

Marinette still looked tense and ready to bolt. Determined to make her more comfortable, Adrien exhaled for a while before asking, “Did you maybe want to do what we did last time? Remember? With your right hand for yes and your left hand for no?”

Instantly, her shoulders loosened and he felt relief consume him. Slowly, she nodded at him, looking adorably shy. Her right hand came up as an indication of yes and slowly he began to feel nervous. It was time to finally ask Marinette out.

Sucking in a shaky breath for courage, Adrien asked, “I was wondering if you’d like to hang out with me.”

There was a small pause where his nerves began to get the best of him before her right hand rose again. Joy like he’d never felt before flooded his senses, making him almost envelop her in a giant hug.

Stifling the urge, he continued to ask the series of questions he had prepared, “Are you free this weekend?”

Faster this time, Marinette’s right hand rose.

A giant smile stretched across his face at her answer. “Would you like to go see a movie?”

She looked a little dazed at his question and Adrien wondered for a second if she’d prefer something else before her right hand eventually rose. Yes! He was now three for three.

Feeling more confident, he continued, “And would you be alright getting ice cream with me afterward?”

Once again, her right hand rose. Marinette was nibbling on her lip, gazing up at him hopefully.

This was it. It was time for his final question. Adrien suddenly felt overwhelmed with anxiety. This was the most important question. And, truthfully, it felt like all his hopes and dreams were resting on her answer.

“A-and is it alright if we call it a date?” He held his breath, crossing his fingers behind his back. Please, please, please ! I promise that I’ll always love you and treat you right, he pleaded in his thoughts.

Quick as a flash, her left hand rose and his hopes crashed to the floor. Adrien was rather certain that his face fell right along with them. He was flooded with an even worse sense of rejection than he had ever gotten from Ladybug.

But it didn’t matter! Marinette had loved him for so long whilst he had no idea! The least that he could do was try to be her friend once again. Even if all he wanted to do was kiss her again. Slowly, though, he’d prove that he was the right guy for her!

He’d somehow manage to calm his feelings down and be her friend first and foremost! But, somehow he’d woo her! If he made her fall in love with him once he could definitely do it again.

Nodding to himself with determination, Adrien opened his mouth to agree that it was too quick.

Before he could, though, he heard Marinette giggle. “Oh, oops!”

Slowly she took down her left hand and rose her right one. She bit her lip even as she smiled. “S-sorry. I, um, got my right and left confused again.”

Adrien sputtered out an exhilarated laugh. Shaking his head at her amusedly. “You have to stop doing that! There’s only so much my poor heart can take.”

She flushed, looking down at the ground embarrassedly.

“But that’s a yes, then? Yes, it’s a date?”

Waiting with bated breath, he watched as Marinette rose her right hand even higher, nodding her head. Adrien let out a cheer before scooping her up in his arms and twirling her around giddily. He planted a quick kiss on her cheek, enjoying her squeals of laughter.

“I love you so much!”

Marinette covered her face with both hands, still a mess of giggles when he finally put her back down on the ground. “So, this weekend will be our first date. Can I pick you up at noon?”

She uncovered her face, a bright red flush on her cheeks before she nodded. “T-that sounds wonderful, Adrien.”

Kissing her one last time on the cheek, he sent her a bright beam. “I’ll see you then. I’m looking forward to it.”

Leaving the locker room with a skip in his step, Adrien completely forgot about the books he was still missing. But it didn’t matter! He was going on a date soon! With Marinette! Best day ever!

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Mission Failed Successfully?

A/N: Hehe I posted again

pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

warnings: Violence, description of wound

w/c: 2743

Prompt: You and Obi-Wan go on a mission but things don’t really go according to plan. Will you make it out in one piece?

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You did not want to go on this mission with Obi-Wan. It wasn't that you didn't like him, you actually did a lot. It could even be said that you liked your fellow Jedi too much to the point of concern. You had no idea if he felt the same way and you never were going to ask. You knew it was wrong and were content with his company.

The mission was supposed to be simple enough. There were slavers Tatooine who were raiding villages and taking the villagers as slaves and captives. They were also apparently forced senstive according to some reports. Your job was to stop their activities and free the captives.

Currently, you were on your ship sailing to Tatooine. The ship was on autopilot as you and Obi-Wan talked in the cockpit.

"So what are you thinking about Y/N?" Obi asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh um nothing really," you replied awkwardly. Your face heating up. Damn Obi for being perceptive.

Obi looked at you skeptically and raised his eyebrows. "I think I know better."

Your cheeks grew hotter and you couldn't say anything else before Obi turned to look ahead again. Your hands clenched around your knees and your lips pursed together in annoyance and embarrassment. Obi would find out anyway since it was impossible to hide something from Obi. You hated when he did this. He would always figure out everything so it's better not to bother trying to keep secrets.

"You've been spacing out a lot lately, are you nervous about the mission?" He questioned. His eyes were still forward on the ship.

"No," you lied. Well, you weren't sure exactly what to say. Maybe you should tell him the truth? No that wouldn't make sense either, why lie now? You sighed defeatedly. "Fine fine," you groaned, looking down in defeat. "I guess my heart is beating really fast because of anxiety or something." That sounded believable enough to Obi.

"Do you have any problems you need help with, Y/N?" He asked, still not turning to look at you. You shook your head.

"No, but can we talk about something else?" You asked, your voice soft and barely above a whisper.

He glanced at you before returning his attention forward to the stars. "Sure, just don't feel pressured to speak about anything, Y/N." He assured. Your mouth slightly parted before you snapped it shut again. "What do you want to talk about?" He continued. He wanted to change the topic so he could get to know you more.

"Uh well," you started. "Have you ever seen a holofilm called Love Actually?" You asked.

Obi laughed a little before replying. "Actually yes I have." This caused you to turn to look at him in surprise.

A few weeks ago during one of the missions, there was an incident in a cantina on Tatooine where a gang was fighting over the women in the bar. The weird thing is that he would not stop talking about an old holofilm called Love Actually. You an Obi-Wan after that mission vowed that you both needed to watch this film.

"What did you think?"

" You asked. Obi shrugged before answering you.

"It's pretty good," he answered honestly.

"Really?" You exclaimed in disbelief. "I never pegged you as a Jedi interested in romance films!"

"They're just a genre. Besides, I'm quite fond of them." He explained while grinning. His smile seemed contagious and you found yourself smiling too. "There is something about them... They just make you wonder..."

He trailed off before shaking his head, dismissing his musings and wants.

"Wonder what?" You pressed curiously.

"Nothing important, Y/N." He answered shortly.

"You're such a bad liar." You retorted playfully. Obi chuckled softly under his breath, a small smirk making its way onto his lips.

"You always can tell." He stated before returning back to gazing at the stars. The silence lingered between the two of you and neither of you dared to break it. Eventually, Obi broke the silence by saying, "So you haven't watched it yet have you?"

You chuckled. "Not yet," you confessed. "But now I have to with your glowing review!" You joked. Obi glared playfully at you but eventually gave in a smile, laughing along with you. "Well if you're really that curious, we should watch it together sometime." You said matter of factly.

"Okay," Obi answered without hesitation.

You both joked and laughed discussing various movies that you decided you need to watch together. You ended up telling him all about your favorite movies and how you thought they were better than others. In exchange, he told you all about movies like Titanic which he enjoyed greatly. As usual, your conversation quickly drifted away from the film and towards each other.

"Can I ask you something?" You questioned hesitantly. You had a feeling that you'll regret asking, but this was Obi so you probably had to continue anyways.

"Hmm?" Obi hummed inquisitively, glancing up at you.

"Do you ever wonder about what life would be like if you weren't a Jedi? " You questioned quietly.

Obi looked surprised.

"Like what would your job be? Where would you live? Who would you be with?"

" You asked, knowing full well the answer. But you felt like you needed to hear him say it anyways.

"Y/N…"

Your breath caught in your throat when Obi looked at you, his eyes searching for something you did not know. You waited patiently, hoping for a response.

"…I would have been very happy with someone like you." He answered quietly. It seemed like he was struggling to say it.

"Someone like me?" You repeated, your heart skipping a beat. Did you read him wrong?

"Yes. Someone… special."

His eyes searched yours for a sign of uncertainty or doubt. Finding none, he continued speaking. "For years you inspired me to do more as a Jedi. You helped to give me purpose." His words warmed your heart. Even though you knew he meant well, you still didn't feel like he fully realized the extent of his feelings toward you. "You showed me how wonderful living could be." He added before leaning in closer to you.

You closed your eyes and held your breath, unsure whether or not you should respond.

"But... We are Jedi." You were finally forced out.

You opened your eyes and saw Obi staring right at you, waiting for you to continue.

"We fight evil, we save people. We are nothing more than a soldier." You concluded. A tear slipped down your cheek as a single word echoed in your mind.

Silence loomed once again in the cockpit until you saw Tatooine in your sight.

"This is it," you mumbled to yourself.

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You and Obi-Wan were on the perimeter of the town, seeing where your best advantage is. The slavers had all their captives huddle together guns pointing to their heads. They were also force sensitive so that was nice for you both. You had to be extra cautious.

Obi took out his lightsaber, holding it against his palm as he approached a group of the men with his head tilted slightly upward. You followed behind closely, staying in the shadows and ready to attack when necessary.

Apparently, Obi-Wan was not as stealthy because when they saw him they immediately started firing. Obi ducked out of the way to avoid being hit by the bullets. He grabbed the captive closest to him, pulling them out of harm's way with him to safety. You went to attack the next target but Obi shot you a look, signaling you to stay put.

You stood where you were but didn't move. You watched as Obi ran up to another group of the slavers and fought them with ease. His movements looked natural. You wondered what kind of training he received to be this graceful.

As you observed the battle going on, you heard a loud scream coming from one of the captives, causing you to snap out of your observation.

You jumped forward, using your force push to jump over the bodies of the fallen slavers who tried to shoot you. Once you landed on the ground you scanned the area, desperately looking for the victim you came here for.

When you saw her lying unconscious on the ground you instantly rushed over to her side. She was clearly injured judging by the large bleeding gash across her forehead and the dried blood caked across her face. You checked her pulse and breathing, relieved to find that they were both stable although weak.

You crouched beside her body as you reached into your belt pocket for some bandages and disinfectant. You used the disinfectant on the wound first and then proceeded to wrap some medical tape around her arms to protect them from further damage. She should be fine for now.

You quickly looked around to survey the area and saw that there were about five slavers left and that they were surrounding Obi-Wan.

You gritted your teeth and pulled out your lightsaber, trying to save Obi-Wan from the remaining slavers. You charged at one and slashed him across his abdomen, earning you a cry of pain from the man. When he fell to the ground, the rest of the men started shooting at you.

You dodged every bullet that flew by and slashed and cut at whoever was nearest to you.

That was until you felt a main in your abdomen. With a yell of pain, you fell to the ground with your saber clutched in your hand. Before anyone else got close to you, you ignited your blade and cut through the attacker.

Obi-Wan rushed to your side and tried to support you but your feet were beginning to fail to keep you up. You grunted loudly as you tried to stand upright once again. Your breathing was heavy, and beads of sweat began forming on your brow.

"Y/N..." Obi whispered worriedly. You smiled at your friend despite your current condition.

"Don't worry; I've fine." You reassured him.

"Well, you don't look fine," Obi stated while examining your injury. He glanced at one of his fallen enemies and kicked him harshly in the stomach. After kicking him once again for good measure, he turned his attention back to you. "Let's get you back to the ship. Can you stay conscious for me?"

You nodded. He picked you up bridal style with little effort and carried you towards the ship. He sat down on one of the medical tables in the small medical room. You winced slightly when Obi touched the gash on your abdomen, causing you to wince even more. The laser caused the wound to cauterize but it was deep. Very deep.

"I'm calling for the medic bot, okay?" He said while caressing your cheek gently with his thumb. Your gaze flickered over to him, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"Yeah." You breathed. He placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

"You remember the movie Love Actually?" You asked but your voice was rough.

He chuckled lightly as he recalled the holofilm. "Of course I do."

You grinned, your eyes crinkling at the edges, and his heart melted at that moment.

"Promise me that we will watch it. If not now, somewhere else." You requested. He smiled softly.

"If that is your wish then I'll grant it." He hated saying stuff like that. You were going to be fine. You couldn't die. He wouldn't let you. There was no way. Not after everything that happened.

Your eyelids began to start to feel heavy. You leaned against him with a sigh of relief. You wanted to tell him that you loved him. That you always will love him. To tell him that you loved him. But you weren't sure if you were strong enough to make that statement yet. Right now you just wanted to sleep.

"Hey, you gotta keep those eyes open for me, Y/N," Obi spoke softly, a sad smile plastered onto his face. Your heart swelled at his words as he brushed his thumbs over your cheeks comfortingly. "Please."

The last thing you remembered before you passed out was the sound of Obi's soft voice telling you to hold on.

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It was definitely too bright. You groaned loudly when you awoke to the blinding light above you. Everything hurt. Your whole body ached. And even more, your abdomen hurt. The only thought that came to mind was that the last thing you remembered was getting shot and then passing out. You opened your eyes slowly and blinked a few times. The brightness of the lights made you grimace and squeeze your eyes shut again.

Suddenly you heard voices, muffled and unfamiliar. Opening your eyes again, you squinted to see if the light would help but you still could barely see anything due to how blurry it was.

"How is she?" A familiar voice asked.

"She'll be fine, Obi-Wan. She just needs some rest."

"Fine? She's been unconscious for three days!"

"Again, she just needs rest. I'll check on her again to see if her vitals change but she will recover completely."

The door could be heard opening with swift footsteps slowly becoming further and further away. You thought that they had both left until some of the footsteps appeared to be coming closer to you.

"Y/N?"

A warm touch rested on top of your hand. You blinked once to try and focus on your vision. As soon as your eyes were able to focus, you saw two blue orbs staring back at you.

"Obi." You choked out, reaching up to cup his face. You pulled him down to lean your foreheads against each other.

You closed your eyes, taking a shuddering breath. You missed his warmth.

"Are you alright?" His voice was laced with concern and his eyes searched yours intensely.

"I'm...fine...Just..." You trailed off, clearing your throat. You opened your mouth to speak again but paused, he was very close. You closed your eyes again, leaning your forehead against his and enjoying his presence. You inhaled his intoxicating scent deeply, trying to memorize every detail.

You slowly lifted your head and gave him a sweet smile. "Thank you. For saving my life. I...wasn't sure that I was going make it..."

His expression softened at your words. "You're safe now."

You shook your head and sighed tiredly. "Obi-Wan, I was so scared... I need to tell you something..."

His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "Y/N, Tell me what?"

You began to glance at his lips.

"Obi..." You trailed off before placing your fingers lightly on his jawline, closing the gap between you, and pressed your lips to his softly.

You knew exactly what your decision meant. You were hoping that he would return your feelings.

However, Obi wasn't moving at all as he continued to stare at you. He had frozen completely in place as he watched your lips on his. This didn't mean that he didn't want this, he did. It was just that he was shocked.

"Y/N, you do know what this means. We are Jedi. If we do this..." He trailed off as he swallowed nervously.

You nodded slowly, knowing exactly where he was going with this.

"I want to. I want to live I life that I know when I die, I can say it was worth it." You said, gazing intently into his eyes.

Obi gazed down at you, studying your beautiful features closely. He noticed that your pupils were dilated and your skin was glowing faintly with health and strength that he was scared wouldn't come back.

"If we get found out, we'll have to leave the order." He stated firmly.

"For you, it is a risk I am willing to take." You replied. His face lit up at your words and he leaned down to place a small kiss on your forehead. You felt the tingle in your chest that accompanied the feeling.

"Then I shall follow your lead, Y/N. Together we shall bring balance to the Force."

You leaned up to capture his lips again, savoring the taste of him. He reciprocated immediately as the kiss deepened.

Eventually, you broke apart, resting your hands on his shoulders as he cupped your face with his hands.

"What now?" You questioned.

"Now...let's go home."

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