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[cinamun]

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[rebelspykatie]

The world is gonna melt, get a little wet

Part 3

SPICY RATED E - Minors DNI | Part 1 | Part 2 | AO3

“More, please Rob,” Nancy begs, head thrown back against Robin’s shoulder, clutching at the hand against her hip and sliding her other hand up into Robin’s hair, tugging lightly to signify that it’s a demand, more than a request.

“Yes ma’am,” Robin whispers into her ear, adding a second finger. Nancy is wet enough by now that she glides in with no trouble, pushing until she’s knuckle deep and pressing against the soft spot inside of Nancy. She moves her fingers in a come hither motion that has Nancy canting her hips down, chasing the feeling when Robin goes too slow for her. 

Nancy likes more of a push and pull motion than deep penetration, so Robin keeps her fingers shallow, hitting the spot that makes Nancy’s breath hitch. She slips her thumb in between Nancy’s folds and moves it around her clit, slowing down when Nancy seems like she’s on the edge. 

She’s clutching onto Robin’s arm now, nails digging in, leaving half circles along Robin’s forearm. The hand in Robin’s hair tugs and pulls until Robin’s lips are back on Nancy’s neck, sucking a bruise into the place where her shirt meets collarbone.

With her head tilted down, Robin can see how her hand disappears under Nancy’s skirt, the way her wrist twists to keep at the right angle and Nancy’s skirt brushes along her exposed skin with the movement. She can see Nancy’s chest rising and falling rapidly, breath ragged. The way her white top does nothing to hide her nipples perked up under her clothes. 

She knows Nancy is on the verge of losing her patience, the whines almost turning into groans, desperate to get off but burdened by how slow Robin is going and how she backs off right as Nancy seems ready to explode.

“Robin, I swear to god, if you don’t speed up I’m going to scream,” Nancy pulls on her hair harshly.  

Robin finally takes pity on her and picks up the pace, firmly pressing into her and tightening her grip on Nancy’s hip, flexing her wrist as her fingers curl inside of Nancy. “Thought that was the point.” She rubs faster on Nancy’s clit. “You gonna scream for me?” Nancy’s head is lolling back and forth on her shoulder, breathy moans reverberating off the dingy walls of the bathroom stall. “Come on Wheeler, let everyone hear you.”

That seems to push Nancy over the edge. She’s trembling, falling apart in Robin’s arms, crying out and almost knocking her head against the bathroom door with how hard she arches her back. Robin sucks on the spot on Nancy’s neck that’s definitely going to bruise, waiting for Nancy to come down from her high. When Nancy slumps in her arms, she tries to delicately remove her fingers and hold Nancy up at the same time. 

“Shit, Robin,” Nancy perks up and turns around to face Robin. They take a moment to catch their breaths, pressing their foreheads together and kissing softly. Sex tends to give Nancy energy, turning her into a stick of dynamite. One time, Robin woke up to Nancy cleaning her entire apartment in just a shirt and panties, a wild look in her eyes and energy bursting at the seams after the multiple orgasms they had given each other earlier that day.  

After a moment, Nancy pulls at Robin’s arm, the one that was just buried under her skirt and lifts Robin’s hand to her mouth. Keeping eye contact the whole time, she sinks the two digits that were just inside of her into the wet heat of her mouth, licking herself off Robin. 

Robin sucks in a harsh breath. It’s so unexpected and dirty that she’s left gaping at Nancy, practically drooling and rubbing her legs together, an uncomfortable wetness seeping into her own underwear. Back in high school, if someone had told her prissy little Nancy Wheeler was this much of a freak, she would’ve laughed in their face. But now, Nancy is all hers. They’re freaks for each other and it leaves her all warm and pliant under Nancy’s attention.  

“We should get out of here,” Nancy says, the slurping sound she makes when she lets go of Robin’s hand is even more pornagraphic than anything they just did. She straightens her skirt and tucks her shirt back in. “I have big plans for this skirt when we get to your apartment.”

Robin can only nod and follow Nancy out of the bar, both of them looking disheveled and satisfied. She’ll follow Nancy anywhere.

Part 1 | Part 2 | AO3

[bastetwastaken]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A little collab with my friend @writewolf90 <3

Title: Bound To Please

Rating: Explicit (for the second chapter)

Summary:

In an effort to get out of the rain, Yugi stumbles upon a small bookstore he hasn't visited before.

He expected to lose himself in a book, not the eyes of the handsome store owner.

[thespoonisvictory]

wait question before i drop a completely unhinged ask: by "canon brothers" what do u mean? are they adopted canonically? do they know they're supposed to be brothers? hjajsbhjSHJb

they know they are brothers smile

[chopsuzi]

Hot ramen is hot

[rebelspykatie]

The world is gonna melt, get a little wet

Part 1

SPICY RATED E - Minors DNI | Part 2 | Part 3 | AO3

Nancy shows up to their date in a pleated skirt and Robin feels like she’s going crazy all night watching the way it swishes around Nancy’s thighs. Every time Nancy moves, Robin gets a glimpse of a pale, creamy expanse of skin or a peak of the lavender colored panties that Nancy is wearing underneath. 

She’s got on knee high socks too, which is painting a picture that leaves Robin salivating over her fries at the diner. Nancy smirks like she knows exactly how much of a tease she’s being, running her foot over Robin’s under the table and making her so flustered she can’t even speak. Biting her lip and acting all innocent to rile Robin up even more. They’re long past the stage of innocence though, so she’s well aware that Nancy is doing this on purpose, intentionally flooding her with indecent thoughts with a simple flash of her underwear. 

When they get to the bar Eddie suggested, the one where no one looks too closely at two women tangled together, Nancy pulls Robin over to a pool table. If Robin thought Nancy wielding a gun was hot, it’s nothing in comparison to her bent over a table with her ass in the air, successfully knocking balls into corner pockets like it’s her job. When it’s Robin’s turn, she’s not coordinated enough to win anything, but it still feels like a win when Nancy settles behind her and leans over to give her pointers, guiding her hands down Robin’s arms and pressing her front completely against Robin’s back. 

She feels the weight of the stares from around the dimly lit room. The way the butch lesbians at the bar are sipping beers and not hiding that they’re watching them. The way the cute couple in the corner is cuddled up in a stall with their hands tangled under the table, greedy eyes following the way Nancy and Robin’s hands trail over each other. That heat that trickles down her spine from that alone is exactly why Nancy brought them here. She knew the outcome before they even stepped through the door. 

They don’t last too much longer at the table, just enough for Nancy to win a round with a triumphant, pleased grin, before Robin is dragging them towards the bathroom. She pushes Nancy into a stall without looking around at how gross it could be in there, and she doesn’t have any time to think about it before Nancy is pressing her against the back of the stall door and kissing her. 

Robin’s just happy she can finally get her hands all over the smooth skin that’s been just out of reach all night. Nancy’s hands grip onto her shoulders, holding her in place against the door, while Robin’s fingertips lightly graze over where Nancy’s skirt lays against her thighs. A shiver runs along Nancy’s skin at the touch, goosebumps breaking out along the stretch of neck that Robin breaks away from their kiss to latch onto. She hikes up the skirt a bit and runs her palms over Nancy’s thighs, pulling her closer, slotting a leg between Nancy’s. 

“Did you wear this just to tease me?” Robin asks, nibbling her neck, not quite sinking her teeth in or sucking enough to leave a mark.

Nancy is already huffing breathy little exhales and squirming against Robin’s thigh. “It worked, didn’t it?” 

Robin groans against Nancy’s neck. “Of course it worked. I’ve been able to see your panties all night and it’s been driving me crazy.”

“Should I see if I can borrow one of the old Hawkins High cheer skirts? Would that really get you going?” 

Robin bites down on Nancy’s neck almost involuntarily, “Fuck, Nance.” 

Nancy lets out a high pitched breathy laugh that makes Robin want to bite her again, just on purpose this time. “I’ll see what I can do. This seems to be working well enough for now.” 

Wasting no more time, Nancy grinds down on Robin’s thigh. It’s summertime, so Robin is wearing overalls, the length of which isn’t long enough to hit where Nancy’s moving against her, the heat from her seeping directly into Robin’s skin. Robin pushes her leg up, feeling the friction from Nancy’s panties on her thigh as Nancy rotates her hips in a tight little circle, trying to find more pressure at her center. 

Robin leans back, resting her head against the door as she watches Nancy writhe against her, still in shock that she gets to do this with Nancy whenever she pleases. Even with her eyes half-lidded and her concentration fully on how she’s grinding down onto Robin, she looks more in control than Robin feels. Nancy grabs the straps on Robin’s overalls and hikes herself up more, giving herself some leverage to move her hips faster. 

Robin could probably cum just from watching Nancy like this, in charge but still wild and carefree as she gets herself off against Robin. But Robin wants something a little bit better, wants to see the way her hand can disappear under Nancy’s skirt.

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