#robin buckley x fem!reader smut

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐑.𝐁.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: this doesn’t really need a summary but, for context, find my cowgirl robin fanfic here <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), mention of alcohol, oral sex, vaginal fingering, strap-on sex, spit kink??, makeshift handcuffs, semi-public sex, let me know if i missed anything!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: once again: save a horse, ride robin buckley. we are so back with some of my feral cowgirl robin thoughts. it’s been a hot minute but here we are! also: it’s @aylasology birthday!! happy birthday ayla, here are some cowgirl!robin thoughts fy! <3<3

𖤓 cowgirl!robin whose voice you’re obsessed with: low, raspy and with a thick southern accent. the way she will whisper her filthiest fantasies to you while she’s knuckle deep inside you? the way you sometimes tune out during casual conversation, losing track of what she’s saying just because of the sound of her voice?

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who can’t stop staring at you whenever she helps you get on a horse, her strong hands supporting you by holding your waist.

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who praises you in that same raspy voice. “good girl”, “just like that”, “hmm, such a good job”

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who can’t keep her hands off of you and your body. whether it’s holding your hand, grabbing your hips or ass, or a rapping an arm around your shoulder.

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who leaves visible marks on your body so everyone knows you’re hers.

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who hugs you from behind and kisses your neck before shoving a hand down your pants.

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who takes you to one of the local bars in the warm summer evenings. who buys you drinks all night, who watches you try to remain on the mechanical bull while wearing one of her hats. who drags you into the bathroom stall and fucks you up against the wall right there or makes you ride her thigh.

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who loves to have your company while she’s working. and definitely not because of the way your eyes trace the shape of her outline, or because you can’t stop yourself from stroking her sweat stained muscles…

(𖤓 cowgirl!robin who does look a little too good whenever she’s working: with her flexed muscles, and stained body, panting heavily.)

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who wears a heavy belt almost all day. comes in handy when you can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself: she can easily tie you to the bed, wrap the leather belt around your wrists and have her way with you until you’re and overstimulated mess. “oh is that too much? too much when i touch you there? oh no? you want more? then why are you grinding against my hand like that, pretty girl?”

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who has a large collection of cowboy boots that you are obsessed with. especially ever since you were too impatient for her to finish work, so she made you get off on them. “such a desperate slut. tsk, tsk, tsk…well if you want it so badly” and, just like that, you found yourself on your knees for her, rutting against her boot. “come on, be a good girl and get yourself off for me”

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who gives you a necklace with a silver “R” charm. she loves how it looks on you, how it sits right between your collar bones, how it bounces when you’re riding her…

𖤓 speaking of which: riding cowgirl!robin in reversed cowgirl style, with your hands tied behind your back???? her hands holding your hips to guide you???

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who loves to see you in her clothes, whether it’s her boots, her flannels, her hats etc. she loves to wake up to you in nothing but one of those oversized shirts, buttons undone and your chest on display for her.

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who takes you on late night drives in her truck that end up on her backseat, with her head buried between your thighs.

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who makes you ride her strap while she shows you how to work the tractor. (“something wrong sugar? you’ve been real quiet…”)

𖤓 surprising cowgirl!robin in nothing but a set of lingerie and her hat after a long day of work???

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who loves nothing more than to see you choke on her strap. she loves the way you drool on it, the way your eyes roll back in your head when she pushes it just a little bit further down your throat. “god yes. fuck, look at you: taking it so well.”

𖤓 cowgirl!robin spitting on your cunt while she fucks it, letting her slick spit drip between your folds, using her fingers to push it inside.

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who loves to hear you beg for it. literally every chance she can get to hear your pretty voice, begging her to fuck you, begging her to take you just a little harder, begging for your release.

𖤓 cowgirl!robin who is obsessed with your breasts. whether it’s sucking them while she’s fucking you or grabbing them with one hand while the other is shoved down your underwear.

𓃗𐚁🏜𖤓⋆｡° ✮

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[aloneinthehellfire]

The Pariahs That Saved The World

robin buckley x fem!reader

Summary: When Vecna comes to town, Robin and her friends need all the help they can get in the final battle. The gang searches for an old friend she's never met before. But what Robin didn't know, was that the help would catch her attention in more ways than one.

The Introduction

Chapter One: A New Friend, A New Enemy

Chapter Two: Safe From Heartbreak

Chapter Three: Bad Dreams

Chapter Four: Two Can Keep A Secret

Chapter Five: Unrequited Lover's Lake (Part One)

Chapter Five: Unrequited Lover's Lake (Part Two)

Chapter Six: Prophetic Girl

Chapter Seven: We Are The Pariahs [coming soon]

Chapter Eight: Stealing Hearts, Broken Souls [coming soon]

Chapter Nine: I Can't Save The World Without Her [coming soon]

The Epilogue [coming soon]

Taglist: @kryztalglear @dejerw @officerrrfriendly @a-simpfortessa-lesbriean @spacedoutdaydreamer @endurexxsurvive @em16cor @gray-cheese @chaosofmanyfandoms @kitdjarin1 @some-day--some-how @cultish-corner @marirxse

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#stranger things x reader #stranger things #fanfic #stranger things reader insert #robin buckley #robin x reader #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader smut #robin buckley x y/n #wlw #st4 #st4 fanfic #stranger things 4

[harringtons-cupid]

babes…. could you pls write a robin x nancy x reader fic 🫣

maybe they’re having a little slumber party or something and someone says something abt never having been with a girl and the rest is history…

Sorry this took me so long to write 🫣, I hope you like it 😏💓

Warnings: 18+

SMUT!! - face riding, nipple sucking, threesome, pussy grinding, scissoring, cunnilingus, touching, dirty talk, vibrator use, female masturbation, clit spanking.

Fluff- Film watching, hand holding. Sleepover themes.

After leaving school, the girls disappeared to assemble their stuff for your slumber party that evening. It was a relatively common occurrence, you enjoyed spending time with them out of school.

You were all quite close, people called you the 3 musketeers since you were always together.

The doorbell rang as you were applying the finishing touches to your appearance, you would never tell them but you had the biggest crush on them both.

You had shared drunken kisses with them but never experienced anything more.

They walked into your house as you had just placed together their mattress on the floor. Throwing their things by your desk, they collapsed onto the bed next to you.

Robin brought out a selection of films from her bag, Nancy was clutching onto some snacks with a smile. After a long debate on what film to watch, you decided on Desert Hearts a 1985 lesbian movie.

It was their mission to introduce you to more lesbian films. Robin excitedly placed it into the VHS and with you in the middle, the film had you hooked.

As the film progressed, your clit began pulsating at the romantic sex scene that appeared on screen. You began squirming in your seat, Robin looks at Nancy who nods and edges closer to you on the bed, her hand touching your thigh as her other hand stroked your face.

Her lips hover over yours before kissing you softly, her lips slowly begin to move with yours.

Your nerves calm down as her hand slides further up your thigh, Nancy moves closer to Robin and pulls her off you. Kissing her roughly as you watch, getting turned on by their passion.

Nancy moves next to you, her hand touched Robin’s on your thigh. Together they edge closer to your waist, Nancy slipping her hand under your trousers first. Making you gasp as her cool hands graze your cunt, sliding down until her finger circles your clit.

Robins lips are back on yours alternating with Nancy as they both desperately want a piece of you. Nancy’s hand rubs between your folds, feeling you grow wetter and wetter.

“Have any toys we can play with, little one?” Nancy pauses, looking at you mischievously.

The film was still playing in the background as your shakily looked towards your bedside table. Nancy smirked and reached over, fumbling around inside until she found your vibrator.

Testing it a little in her hand, she pushed you hard onto the bed. Robin straddled you, holding you hard as she ripped down your trousers. Exposing your wet cunt, your hips bucked against her thigh.

“Not yet little one” She commanded, prodding her finger into your chest.

Your bra was firmly on your chest as Nancy moved the vibrator up your thighs until it reached your clit, you gasped loudly.

Robin clutched onto your arms above your head as she kissed your tits, Nancy rubbed the vibrator between your wet folds. Letting go of your hands slightly to unclip your bra, your tits bounced out in front of her face.

Her tongue circled your nipples making you shiver, slowly beginning to suck on them. Your gasps turning into moans, Nancy removed the vibrator for a second making you whine.

“More pls” you sounded pathetic as Robin sucked roughly onto your nipples.

“No baby, I think we should Robin fuck you with her cunt. Would you like that?” Nancy soothed your whining with a kiss.

Robin looked at Nancy in slight surprise but climbed off you and kissing Nancy who removed her underwear. Sliding her hand down to touch her dripping cunt, you lay on the bed watching them together.

When you think they aren’t looking, you move your hand down to touch your clit. Groaning as your hips buck against the bed, the sounds of both girls kissing makes you wetter.

Nancy snapped out of the kiss, pushing Robin aside as she noticed that you were spanking your clit desperately.

“Oh I see someone likes us kissing Rob” she sneered at you, pulling Robin in for another kiss and sliding her hand between her thighs.

You whimpered and spanked your clit harder as you continued watching. Robin pulled herself away from Nancy’s grasp and straddled you.

Moving your hand away from your throbbing clit, the sensation of another girls wet cunt on top of yours was intense. As she began to grind on top of you, you nervously placed your hands on her cheeks and helped her move.

She lifted up your head so that you were forced to look at her, moaning softly as you moved her faster and faster on top of you.

Nancy sat on the top of the bed, leaning closer to Robin and whispered something in her ear. They both nodded and you watched as Nancy stripped in front of you, your eyes widening at the sight.

“I’m going to fuck myself on your face, would you like that little one?” She whispered, kissing your ear softly. You nodded between moans.

Gasping as she slowly climbed between your face, her cunt was wet as she began to ride on your tongue. Her moans rippled across her body.

Your eyes closed tightly as you edged closer and closer to your orgasm, Robin and Nancy leant forward until their lips met.

Kissing passionately as they rode you, both of their wet cunts growing wetter by the second. Their moans were something you had never heard before, your legs shook quickly as Robin pounded her clit hard against yours.

You felt Nancy’s clit twitch on your tongue as she aggressively rode your face, her moans turning into pants. Sucking onto Robin’s tongue, Nancy was wetter than you had expected.

“Fuck little one, you’re going to make me cum” she whined loudly into Robin’s mouth.

“Cum for us baby” Robin moaned, slowly down her own speed against your clit.

You moaned onto her clit, sending vibrations which made Nancy’s body shake. Her eyes rolling back as you felt her cum, taking it all into her mouth.

She climbed off slightly and shook her dripping cunt over your face, making sure every bit of cum covered your face.

Collapsing onto the bed, she kissed Robin before bringing her lips to yours and kissing you roughly. Squeezing your nipples tightly as she nodded to Robin who continued to move on you.

Panting as your hips thrusted against her wet cunt, your legs were tired as she began to shake on you.

“Will you cum with me little one?” She panted, there was desperation in her eyes.

“Uh huh” you gasped, you were close as your clit throbbed on top of her.

She gripped hard onto your sides, digging her fingernails into your skin as you both edged closer to your orgasm. Her eyes burning into yours, biting your lip hard.

Robin looked hot as she humped her tired wet cunt on yours.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum” she moaned loudly, twitching hard as you felt her cum hard.

Your own body shaking as you came with her, still thrusting each others cum together until you were both overstimulated. Your lips and neck were sore and red from Nancy.

She fell heavily onto yours and kissed you soft, smiling as your sweaty bodies met. Your clits still twitching from relief.

“That was so fun” you smiled, still catching your breath with Robin on top of you.

“Maybe we should rewatch that film” Robin joked, winking at you both as her body glistened like you all with sweat.

#robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x you #nancy wheeler x fem reader #nancy wheeler x female reader #nancy x robin #nancy wheeler x robin buckley #Ronance smut #robin buckley smut #nancy wheeler smut #Nancy wheeler x female reader smut #robin buckley x fem!reader smut #ronance x reader #Ronance x reader smut #Ronance x reader request

[notyetjae]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Robin x f!reader

𝗪𝗖: 2.6k.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: SMUT, pure filth, +MDNI!+ I MEAN IT. Fingering, praise, edging(?), dacryphilia, wet dreams, public sex [it's a dream], robin being a klutz, slight pain kink, porn with a little plot as a treat, aftercare, cuddling super fluffy ending ♡

𝗔/𝗡; LIVE LAUGH ROBIN BUCKLEY

“Jesus!” You screeched, burying your face into robin's chest, you were gripping her sweatshirt tightly as if that would calm your nerves. The two of you met at the video store, she helped you pick out a movie for a girl’s night and you had convinced her to come over to watch a horror movie with you, you thought she was cute and maybe the two of you could be friends, at least that’s what you told her. In reality you wanted her to fuck your brains out, to kiss her until your last breath and feel her skin against yours. You had been hinting at it all night, subtle enough to test the waters, as if her rings and outfit weren’t already a walking flag. “Easy there this sweater’s older than me” She chuckled at your frightened nature, the one thing you hadn’t been playing up the whole night, you fucking hate horror movies.

“Sorry” you mumbled, pulling away from her chest, you sat up right on the couch and noticed her frown, “everything okay?” “Yeah yeah, just uhm, yeah.” She fiddled with her rings and faced the screen, was she watching you this whole time? You tried to pay attention to the movie but you couldn’t help but notice her nervous nature, the way she fumbled with her hands and eyed the phone every few minutes, she reeked of anxiety. Without thinking you laid in her chest again, hands clutching both of her arms and rolling tiny lint balls in between your fingers, you were too afraid to look up, you simply scanned the room and not so patiently waited for a response. After a few seconds of silence, she raised a hand and stroked your hair, you could feel her heartbeat quicken as she lightly moved her hand, and somehow, against the chest of your very sudden crush, you fell asleep, to her now slowed heartbeat and peaceful breaths.

“Shhh,” Robin hushed you as her hand crept between your legs, leisurely lifting up your skirt and slipping her fingers beneath your panties, “Pretend like you’re reading something,” she whispered, her breath made the back of your neck tingle, steve was off helping lady with a romance movie, so robin took her sweet time feeling you up, and it was torture. “Please..” You pleaded, your hand was gripping her wrist, your head flew back to rest on her shoulder, “Just a little longer, sweet girl” a whimper escaped your mouth and robin quickly covered it and shushed you, throwing out words of praise as her hands moved faster, you were so close you could feel your legs shaking and stomach tense up, all you needed was a few more –

– “Y/N?” You shot awake, taking in your surroundings, as your haziness wore off you couldn’t ignore the incessant throbbing between your legs, ‘Really, a wet dream now?’, “Everything okay? You were grabbing me pretty tight and you were pretty tense too, I- I didn’t know I should’ve woken you up but then you started crying so- so I tried to shake you awake but I didn’t know if that was gonna freak you out or not and I think it did? Because you just got MORE tense so then I-” You collapsed onto her chest, praying it would stop her rambling, you could feel your face becoming flush, was she really that dense? "It wasn't a nightmare" You said, your voice was muffled by her thick sweater, "What?" "It was a wet dream!" You blurted way louder than you wanted, you felt your face heat up like crazy as you crashed back into her chest, too scared to meet her gaze. "Oh.." You were prepared for her disgusted response, her words like venom, 'I'm not even sure why you asked me here, I'll just go home' You had it all played out in your head, you enjoyed her embrace while you could.

"Do you still need to… you know?" She paused a bit, you could practically hear her anxiously biting her lip. Your head flew up, "What?" "I could- I could help" She had the softest look in her eyes, she didn't wanna hurt you it's the last thing she'd ever think about, all robin could think about was the first time she met you, she noticed every little detail, the way you fiddled with your promise ring and pushed back your hair behind your ear out of habit, and she couldn't get her eyes off your smile my god your smile is stunning, she wanted it etched into her brain for the rest of life, she would do anything for you, the one girl in Hawkins that might actually like her. She placed her palm against your cheek, guiding your gaze back to her instead of the static tv, "Can I..?" You couldn't say no to her puppy dog eyes. You nodded, grabbing her hand from your face as you leaned towards hers, your heart was beating out of your chest and you were sure you were still dreaming.

Your lips met hers, they were soft although a bit chapped, you could taste her watermelon chapstick. It was slow, and gentle, the two of you both have never really done this before, just practiced on your hand or a pillow. Robin was stiff as a board, "Relax" You said against her lips, she nodded anxiously and leaned back into the kiss, your hand slipped under her thick sweater, her skin was so soft, you cupped her lacy bra, eliciting a moan from her, you pull away, "Can you take this off?" You huffed, she nodded furiously again, quickly tossing the dingy sweater aside.

Robin's eyes flashed to your chest and back up your eyes, you chuckled, lifting your own shirt over your head, she sat in awe admiring your chest, you felt nervous under her gaze, "You okay?" You questioned, she gulped and shifted, "Yeah, yeah, you're just– Wow." You didn't notice how your hips rolled against her jeans until now, you desperately needed her touch

"Robin?"

"Yeah?"

"Please touch me."

She flashed a smile, her demeanor very different, her hands grabbed your waist, slowly lowering your back against the couch, head leaning against the armrest. She slowly kissed your jaw and lowered down your body, her gentle butterfly-inducing kisses quickly turning into open mouthed sloppy kisses, your back arched as she sucked harshly on your skin, she took the chance to take off your bra, you mumbled a few swears as the cold air met your nipples. She took your breast into her mouth, moaning around you as she rolled the bud around her tongue, she glanced up to see your head thrown back, the static tv illuminating your body perfectly.

She pulled back with a satisfied pop, grinning at your disheveled state, your thighs were pressed together, eye glassy and you were covered in hickies.

"You're so beautiful," Her raspy voice drove you insane, her fingers danced around your thighs, stopping at the band of your pants she slid two fingers under the band and slowly pulled it down, "Come on robin, please" you pleaded, and finally she pulled them far enough to where you could kick them off.

Robin swung your leg over her shoulder, leaning down to clothed core, you were dripping through the thin fabric, she huffed against you, and your hips thrusted up to meet her face, "So reactive." she teased, her thin fingers slid up and down your cunt, "Take it off" You stuttered, she relented and pulled your panties to the side, licking a long stripe through your folds, you let out a breathy moan as she continued kitten licking.

"Rob" You quivered, hands wrapped in her hair, your hips tried to roll to use her mouth but you were stopped by her hand pinning you down, you whimpered in frustration, body begging for more.

"Look at me please," She said, her tongue flattening but arm still pinning you. You made the horrible, awful mistake of meeting her bright cerulean eyes, something about her eyes– no, her whole face, it drove you completely wild. "Rob, i- I need more." you begged one final time, she relented and focused on your clit, flicking and swirling her the pearl, your head fell back against the couch arm as you let out another moan.

She slipped a finger into your dripping entrance, her mouth now sucking your clit as her finger slipped in and out of you, slick gathering across her fingers and palm. All you could do was whimper and attempt to push her closer, your whole body felt like it was on fire, a lingering warmth pooled in your stomach, making you clench around Robin's slim finger, she added another finger, both curling in a come here motion against your velvet walls, the action made you curse as you bit your lip to conceal your moans, lips still puffy from your sloppy kisses.

Robin was thoroughly enjoying your little show, she closed her eyes and hummed against your heat, electricity like chills rushed up your spine, making you sharply gasp. Your moans went from low and breathy to high pitched cries and gasps, the way Robin harshly sucked your bundle of nerves while finger fucking you, occasionally pulling away to praise you, she was practically edging you but it all felt so good. The looming heat in your stomach formed a cord-like feeling, tension building as Robin sucked and moaned into you, threatening to snap at any moment before she pulled away. It was mere seconds but it was more than enough to reset the tension.

Once again, the tension built, you were surprised at Robin's stamina, continuously hitting that spongy spot inside with ease never breaking the quick pace, it was like she'd done this before. You pulled Robin's face closer to you, at some point she released her grip on your hip to keep your thigh from closing on her, "D-don't stop Rob I me– fuck, I mean it!" You rocked into her face, you could feel her try to peel back once more more but you pulled her back to your sex, she laughed against you, "Please," her grip leaving crescent shaped marks on your thighs as she realized your desperation, "I- I need it, I nee– fuck! I need you." You choked out, you didn't notice the tears welling up in your eyes until one rolled down your cheek, landing on the couch below you.

Robin didn't stop, she continued her onslaught of finger fucking and mix of swirling, flicking, sucking and the occasional moan– she even added another finger. The cord was getting tighter and tighter, your volume had no filter you shouted her name along with a string of swears a mix of pain and pleasure from her grip tightened, and before you knew it snapped, bathed in a white hot ecstasy, Robin helped come down from your high, finally slowly her pace and flattening her tongue as you caught your breath.

"You alright?" She questioned, fingers still scissoring inside you.

"Yeah, yeah I'm all good" You sighed loudly, "Can you–" before you finished she pulled her fingers out suddenly, the quick action made you hiss, it didn't hurt, just very sudden.

"Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry" Her hand leaving your thigh to cup your face, "I'm okay," You mumbled, a smile tugged at her lips, "Open your mouth sweet girl," Your eyebrows knitted together, confused you opened your mouth, she slid the three fingers she used to fuck you into your mouth, "Taste good?" You nodded and moaned around her fingers, this definitely awoke something In you.

She pulled her fingers out, leaving a trail of spit. Robin pulled you in for a kiss, you could feel her smile against your lips, she was the best kisser ever, better than any boy you'd kissed, matter of fact robin was better than any boy you'd been with in every way. You chased her lips for a bit until she fully sat up, you both chuckled.

"Oh! Here, here" She stood, holding your arms to help you stand, your legs kind of felt like a baby deer, "C'mon Bambi, let's get you all cleaned up." She teased, guiding you to your bedroom, you sat on the edge of the bed, still naked aside from your socks, "Pj's are in the middle drawer," You called out and she spun on her heel to grab some, "Thoughts on pink?" She asked, holding up a short pink night dress with lacy straps, "love it" She grinned and shut the drawer, turning back to you, "underwear?"

"Top drawer." You replied fast, despite your sleepy nature, quickly swinging the drawer open she paused for a bit before just picking whatever matched and speed walking to you. "You just fucked me but my underwear drawer makes you nervous?" Teasing the brunette, "Shush!" She exclaimed, the tips of her ears were bright red and her demeanor back to the awkward ramble-for-over-2-minutes-straight robin. "I'll go warm up the shower alright?" Stealing a kiss before walking to the bathroom.

She did just that, even offered to wash your hair, you called her a perv who just wanted to see you naked and she blushed like a middle schooler who just got asked to dance. She let you shower and cleaned up downstairs, picking up any stray clothes, rewinding the movie and placing it back in the case. She even grabbed some water from your fridge and set the bottle on your night stand, settling in your bed with just her sweater and panties on.

You poked your head out of the bathroom, she quickly placed the snow globe by your night stand down and sat up properly, clearing her throat as you shut the door behind you. "You look beautiful." The words fell out of her mouth, no time to think, like she would anyway, but she was so terrified of hurting you, like no one before you she wanted to try to grasp at any filter she might have.

"I'm sorry i– I should've asked if I could stay. I can leave." She planted her feet on the floor ready to walk out if you gave her the word, you grabbed her forearm, "You took care of me" Those eyes that made you weak meeting yours again, "No one else has done that for me like you have, not a shower and– is that water? Seriously Robin, you're trying to make me go head over heels for you."

She swallowed the lump in her throat, mouth open to speak but no words left until, "Are you?"

Silence.

Seconds passed, it felt like hours to her, especially with look you were giving her, then you kissed her, you kissed her, you didn't ask for a kiss, or wait for her to kiss first you did it, and Robin damn near fainted at the way you grabbed her sweater and kissed her as if you were trying to steal air from her lungs

"Yes, of course," You said against her lips, "Now, can we sleep?" You joked,

"God yes I'm so tired I think my fingers are gonna fall off," She dragged herself into your bed, crawling under the soft duvet, you followed right after, stealing a kiss before nuzzling into her chest, her hand rubbed circles on your back and you swore she would make a star sometimes, nonetheless you were lulled to sleep, cuddled next the love of your life, you prayed for another wet dream so you could go through this night again.

#robin x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x fem!reader smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fluff #wow a full fic what a rarity

[quickiesgirl]

Better Than Playboy - Robin Buckley

Paring: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Sub/Dom, Nude Photos, Mentions Of Playboy Porno Mags, Car Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Face Fucking, My Shitty Ass Writing.

Robin's foot anxiously tapped against the floorboard of Steve Harrington’s car as he drove the three of you back to their shared apartment.

Her short brown hair fell into the sides of her face as she stared down, covering the tasteful nudes that she hid between her thighs, flustered from the sight. 

Robin's collection of Playboy porno magazines is what gave you the idea to surprise your girlfriend with some seductive polaroids, taking inspiration from your favorite women.

Moments before, you could hear the small, neatly wrapped paper slightly crumble from behind you as she subtly tried to open your little gift in the backseat, listening to a subtle grunt escape her lips once finding the hand-taken photos inside. 

You were modeling some sexy lingerie that she had never seen you in before. It was an open-cup bra and a see-through thong set, bondage-style in her favorite color, red.

It looked like you were a centerfold model with those perky titties bulging out and your bushy pubes revealing through the thin material, a matching red choker wrapped around your neck with a metal heart dangling from the bottom. 

Robin was mesmerized, but one she just couldn’t keep her eyes off. In the picture, your thighs were spread open in some matching crotchless panties, exposing your glistening pussy with the words “Wet for you <3” written on the bottom in red marker. 

She was practically drooling onto the seat, and wouldn't even be surprised if a puddle of arousal was soaking through her blue jeans. Your pussy was really gonna get some attention tonight for giving her such a perfect present. 

Throughout the drive, you knew she was becoming more and more impatient the closer you got to the apartment. She needed to be alone with you, to touch you, to taste you in that very moment. 

“Uh, Steve?” Robin questioned, leaning in close and wrapping her arms around the back of your headrest as the three of you parked outside the apartment. He glanced over his shoulder at his bestfriend and unbuckled himself, “Yeah?”

 “Would you mind giving Y/n and me a minute?” 

Steve glanced between the two of you and nodded without a single clue of what was about to happen. “Sure, I’ll be inside.” 

You watched Steve exit the car and head straight into their apartment, leaving the two of you finally alone together at last. 

You eyed the polaroids that she slipped into the front pocket of her brown flannel and frowned. “You were supposed to wait until later to open that, Robs!” 

“Yeah, I know, I know... Just couldn’t help myself. Now, get your pretty ass back here and let me suck on that pretty pussy I’ve been staring at!”  

A grin spread across your face. You could never be mad at Robin, especially, when she talked dirty. You crawled into the backseat and didn’t wait to plop your ass down into your girlfriend's warm lap, making her blushingly smile.

She pushed some hair behind your ear and buried her face into your inner neck, sensually kissing as her hands gave your ass cheeks gentle squeezes. You tilted your head to the side and lightly moaned. “W-what did you think of the pictures?”

“Mh- are you really asking me that right now?” Robin joked as you gently pushed your palm into her shoulder and playfully whined, “Robs, come on, I wanna know!” 

Your words made a giggle vibrate her lips as she intentionally suckled your sweet spots a bit rougher than normal, knowing just how to make you sing with pleasure, putting the two of you at a bigger risk of getting caught.

Her strong arms wrapped around your waist and slowly laid you across the backseat, muttering between lustful kisses down your body, “Those photos, princess, were the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” 

You mischievously smiled, “Better than all your playboy magazines?” 

“Oh, fuck yeah, those women could never compete with my girl!” She said proudly, making your cheeks warm up lustfully. 

Robin opened your legs apart and unbuttoned your jeans, practically ripping your pants off in excitement, ogling those see-through, cherry-red thongs. The sight made her pussy clench around nothing, and that yearning desire to please grew bigger. 

 “Fuck- was my good girl really playing with herself throughout your little photoshoot?” She asked, hand cupping your clothed core feeling heat radiate into the palm of her hand. 

“Y-yes, I fucked myself t-to the thought of you touching me,” You said with a needy moan as you shoved your cunt into her hand, watching her blue eyes darken from the sight, “a-and eating me out.” 

“Aw, all your sweet talk’s gonna make me take goood care of this pussy.” Robin smirked softly, slowly sliding your panties down before moving down and burying her face between your thighs. 

There you were, spread out in the backseat, completely disrespecting your best friend, Steve Haringinton’s beloved BMW. 

Robin's hands ran up your heated body, taking handfuls of your soft breasts as she rapidly flicked your clit with her tongue that knew just what to do.

You arched your head back against the window and reached your hands down to grip her soft, brown locks, pulling her face closer, as you practicaly fucked yourself against her long, wet, wiggling tongue, making moans so loud that the neighbors could probably hear. 

At any other time you know Robin would have held your hips down and given you a little growl demanding you to stay still, but, you two were so desperate that she gave you a one-time pass, plus you looked fucking beautiful as she gazed up at you and watched you use her for your pleasure.

Robin’s saliva dripped down your heated core, which she used as lube to slip two fingers inside your neglected cunt, and coiled back against your g-spot.  

 “Mh fuck Robin, y-you’re gonna make me cum all over that pretty face!” You moaned, feeling your hot clit throb and pussy squeezed around her as she didn't let off, feeling your hips spasm against her before her fingers were coated in your warm, milky arousal, working you through your orgasm.

You felt like you were on a cloud of euphoria as you gazed down at your girlfriend with cum glistening across her pretty lips and chin, smiling ear to ear. 

“You're so beautiful after you’ve cum,” Robin said in admiration, washing your body in little sweet kisses and caressing your thighs while you came down from your high, “Maybe next time, I’ll catch you orgasming, and make a little scrapbook of your sexy photos.”  

“You better get my good side.” You teased, giving her a playful wink that made her grin as she leaned in close and connected her lips to yours for a sloppy, pussy tasting kiss.

Her hand ran down your waist, and position her fingertips to your clitoris that was coated in a mix of cum and saliva, the perfect lube that made her glide across your swollen bud with ease.

Your thighs lightly trembled beneath her, and your lips tugged away instantly as you threw your head back from the sudden sensitivity that rushed through your body. 

 Robin never felt sympathetic when you became her sensitive baby girl because she knew you could go all fucking night. 

“Up for round two? Or does my sweet girl not wanna get caught by Steve?” 

“Mh- I-I think I’m willing to push our luck.” You breathly said, pushing your pelvis up into her hand, making her smirk, “That's my girl...”

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[sparklingsin]

— say you want me too | robin buckley

+ robin buckley x fem!reader

summary: "are you really that oblivious?" in which robin thinks the reader is straight, when she's definitely not. [requested by @taylorsmylover]

tags: just fluff, getting together, robin pov, confident reader

a/n: first robin fic! i love her sm. yes, this fic is inspired by that popular girl applying makeup on another girl meme. hope you enjoy reading it! feedback is appreciated. <3

Robin thumps her head against the side of the giant shelf. A couple of tapes come tumbling down from the top and Steve, who had been casually leaning against the opposite wall, scowls at her in distaste.

"Ugh. I wish she would look at me like that," Robin whisper-sings, feigning ignorance about the tapes. Her gaze is hooked on you, talking to a random blond, leaning casually across the counter. Your lips are stretched into a toothy smile and Robin can't help but think you might be in the middle of flirting.

Steve groans loudly, moving to pick up the fallen tapes.

"Jesus Christ, this again. She does, Robs! You're just never looking at her when she is."

Robin watches as you laugh coyly at something the guy says.

"She likes guys, Steve," Robin says, like a mantra at this point, trying to get herself to move on. You like guys. You like guys. You like guys. Boys. Men. Not girls. Not women.

Certainly not her.

"So? She could like girls too," Steve argues. The pile of tapes in his hand is high but Robin makes no effort to help.

"Ya know, she's always wearing that shirt you complimented that one time."

So not true. But, admittedly, you are wearing it right now. It's a bright orange top, with faded hems and a slightly scandalous neckline but Robin loves how it brings out your eyes.

God, you're biting your lip now and Robin has never felt such privation before.

"Shut up," she mumbles, spellbound by your laughter. "It's just coincidence. Happenstance. Yesterday, she was wearing that pink dress that makes her look like a pr—"

"Yeah, yeah we know you're in love but then explain why she made a face when you asked if I could tag along for your night out?" Steve questions and Robin opens her mouth before shutting it in response.

Steve smiles smugly. Too soon.

"Maybe she doesn't like you. Lot of people don't like you, you ever think about that, huh, Harrington?" Robin disses and the smirk on Steve's mouth fades.

"Well. You like me," he counters.

Robin shrugs, turning back to look at you once more. You're patting the dude's shoulder and ugly, ugly envy trickles down her chest.

"Anyway," Steve hisses, "She made a face 'cause she wanted it to be just the two of you. Take a fucking hint."

Robin doesn't have time to respond, because the blond man has already left and you're now making a beeline right to her.

"Hey Robin, Steve," you say, still smiling cheerfully. Much like the radiant sun, your presence warms her skin. Robin can feel her body start to tingle like it has been doing lately, every time you are in her vicinity.

"So... I just wanted to ask if we're on for tonight still?" you ask, looking in between them both and Steve turns to Robin, waiting for her to answer.

Robin's lips seem to be sealed shut and Steve rolls his eyes. "Yeah w—"

"A-about that," Robin shuts him off loudly, suddenly finding her voice, and you blink back, surprised. "Sorry— er, Steve's not going to be able to make it actually," she continues, lowering her voice and wringing her hands.

"I'm not?" Steve asks just as you say, "He's not?" and you look between the two of them again, clearly confused.

Robin and Steve exchange quick glances. He sighs, something passing over his features.

"I'm not, yeah— I've got this... thing—" Robin shoots him a look, "I've got to babysit my kid's sister— er I mean my sister's kid. So I won't be able to come, sorry."

You look between the two of them, before shaking your head slowly.

"Um, sure okay," you say pressing your lips into a thin line and then turn to Robin. "I'll see you at my place at eight then?"

Robin nods, smiling in a way that she hopes isn't creepy but the look on your face says otherwise. You nod then, excusing yourself from the two of them.

Only once you leave does Robin realise that she'd been holding her breath all this while and lets go, sagging against the shelf.

"My kid's sister, Steve?" she asks wearily.

Her best friend makes a face at her. "So I fumbled. Big deal. I was just taken aback. A little heads up would be nice next time," he replies defensively.

Robin drags her hands down her face in exasperation.

Maybe they really are fated to be alone forever.

"But— you don't even have a sister!"

***

It is entirely plausible that Robin's a little too obsessed with you for her own good. She spends half an hour solely on deciding what to wear, settling on black jeans and a tank top in the end; fifteen minutes doing her hair only to get frustrated and let it down as is and then another ten minutes outside your door, scouting for the courage to ring the doorbell.

All the dilly-dallying proves to be worth it, however, because she's finally in your room, sitting on your bed as you stand beside it, hands on hips and deep in thought. You're wearing a cute crop top that says "Filthy Animal" over teeny jeans shorts, your lipstick a shade of red that she can't help but think would look lovely on her own skin.

Now, maybe, Robin is setting herself up to get a massive heartbreak when she (inevitably) finds out that you're not into her but that doesn't mean she's going to think rationally and pass up on the opportunity to hang out with you.

It simply isn't her style.

"I think this is closer to your style," you say, handing her a black dress with long bell sleeves. Robin does think it's pretty but she's never worn anything other than jeans and overalls before.

"You really think this'll fit me?" she asks.

"My sister's the same size as you, hon'. It's gunna fit."

Robin shrugs, rising to stand up from the bed.

"Wait!" you shout, gently shoving her shoulder to stop her from getting up.

"Not that you don't look absolutely beautiful without it," you say nonchalantly, reaching for a large box on your dressing table, "I really want to do your make-up."

Robin only absently agrees to the last part because her brain stopped listening the moment you called her absolutely beautiful. Beautiful. You called Robin beautiful.

Her brain barely catches up from it's derailing before you're whipping out foundation and brushes and Robin has to shake herself to the present.

"Whoa, whoa. I've never done this before," she says and a grin tugs at your lips that makes her insides warm.

"I'd pictured you saying that in a different setting, but we'll make do," you quip and Robin's brain just about shuts down. For the first time in ever, Robin can't think of words. Whatever the hell do you even mean? Did she hear you right?

"Okay. Why don't you lean back down so I can do your eye make up better?"

Robin's brain is having a hard time coping with everything that's happening. Her hands pushes her back onto your bed on their own accord, resting half her back and head on a pillow. She watches, with bated breath, as you climb onto the bed and crawl over her. You place your knees on either side of her, brushes in hand and lean over.

You're just barely hovering over her, not quite sitting, but Robin just about dies. You pick the eye-shadow with the brush and softly ask her to close her eyes.

Robin thinks she might combust.

Your warm breath fans her face as you gently dab the powder onto her eyelids, painting out the corners and the outer wing.

"What do you think about red?" you ask, voice lower than usual and Robin struggles to figure out what you're talking about.

"Like, the color?"

You chuckle. "Yeah, the color."

"I like it. It's the color of so many of my favorite things. Steve's car, a bag I bought in high-school, this old book I have from when I was a child. My mom's purse, the color of your lipstick and—" she bites her lip.

It was better when she didn't have words to say.

You continue to dab the eye-shadow on the other eye. Robin thinks this might be where you might call everything off, you might end your friendship with her.

"You like the color of my lipstick?"

Something faint blooms in Robin's chest. A wet tip presses against her eyelid— eye-liner.

"Yeah, it's— it's uh. It's a pretty shade." Looks good on you, Robin wants to add but the words die in her throat.

You brush her cheeks with what she assumes is the blush.

"Would you like me to apply it on you?"

That something fizzles and fades away in her chest.

"Sure," she agrees, heart folding in on itself tighter than she'd expected.

"All done," you say and Robin opens her eyes. You're still looming over her, lower lip tucked in between your teeth, as your eyes skim over her face.

She feels hot everywhere all of a sudden and hyper aware that you're leaning so close, hovering right above her stomach.

"Should I get changed, then?" she asks, when two minutes later you're still looking at her and have said nothing.

Her words seem to jolt you and you hop off of her, which immediately makes Robin feel cold all over.

"Oops, yeah. You can change in the bathroom," you say, pointing to the door opposite to you.

In the bathroom, she has to take a second to calm her racing heart. Having your crush sit on top of you like it's nothing... well, it's not nothing. And all those things you said about her being pretty and the double entendre— did you do that with all your female friends?

Robin knows she's going to get hurt. That somethings are simply too good to be true and her good might downright be unachievable. And yet, she tries the dress and it slips on like a glove. It is an almost perfect fit, the sleeves flowing down her long arms nicely, the hem falling down to her mid thighs.

You've given her almost silver, glittery eye-shadow and a lipstick that isn't the red you had been talking about. She looks almost like her natural self, save for the glittery eye-lids and flowy dress. But it isn't too uncomfortable, she thinks she might even look good. Checking herself out in the mirror one last time, she takes a deep breath and steps out.

"Tada!" she says nervously, drawing your attention since you have your back to her.

Robin thinks she imagines it but your jaw almost drops.

She begins to fiddle with the hem of her sleeves.

"Thanks for not putting on too much of the make-up, I'm just not used to it haha. And the dress," she pats down her thighs, "it's almost perfect, I might have to come over and borrow more of your sister's clothes because, well, even though this is, perhaps, the opposite of my style— I do kind of like it and—" she stops when she sees a smile creep up your face.

"What?"

"You're adorable," you say, stepping closer.

Robin feels heat creep up her cheeks. She rubs her neck nervously.

"Thanks."

"And shit," you say, stepping closer, until you're inches from her face. Your gaze definitely dips to her lips and back up, something dark flickering in your eyes.

Robin forgets how to breathe.

"You look so incredibly hot in this outfit," you say casually and all blood rushes to Robin's face. You're standing so close, gaze fixated on her face, skimming over her features like you can't get enough to look.

For the millionth time that night, Robin finds herself at a loss for words. It's like her tongue ties itself in your presence.

"You always look hot." You're whispering now.

"Robin Buckley—" you begin, stepping impossibly close, breath hot on her face. Heat flashes through her, tendrils of a tigngling sensation snaking all across her body.

"— You drive me insane."

All thoughts evaporate from Robin's head, leaving a bubbling mass of one surviving question.

"You... like me? Like that?" she says, before she can stop herself but she's stunned by your words to care.

You chuckle, that pretty laugh that stings Robin's heart in all the right places. You step closer and your hand finds it's way to her waist. Her breath hitches in her throat.

"Are you really that oblivious?"

And then, you're tilting your face and kissing her, a gentle brush at first that makes the ground slip from beneath her feet. The mere contact of your cheery red lips sends her head spinning. Your hands card through her hair then, cupping her jaw and pulling her further in this time.

The kiss presses deep into her body, lips moving against hers with fervour once she overcomes the initial shock. It's nothing like she's ever experienced — a hot want travels through her being when you push your bodies closer.

When you have to inevitably come up for air, the first thing Robin notices is that your lipstick is smudged all over your face.

It's the most incredible thing she has ever seen.

You pull her in again, biting your lip devilishly and looking up at her with half-lidded eyes that make her chest do flips.

"My lipstick looks so much better on you."

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[lunarzstarz]

(12 Days of Kinkmas) Day 4: Face Sitting

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: NSFW 18+ minors dni fingering, oral (reader giving), face riding, established relationship, reader is more in control in this one

Summary: Robin is still pretty clueless and anxious when it comes to sex, so you come up with an idea that will help her finally come out of her shell...

A/N: Hii guys, I'm so sorry I took so long to post again, I really wanted to stay on top of this series but I got pretty busy, so sorry for my absence. I just wanna say thank you so fucking much for 200 followers and 2000+ notes of "The No List" I love every single one of you so much, thank you for all the kind words <3

Also for those of you that have sent me requests I see them, I promise I'm working on them when I can and they will be out soon!

As always likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3

Word Count: 1.6K

Robin was still relatively new to the dating game when you met her. Sure she had a few crushes here and there, but nothing ever came of them, leaving her feeling inexperienced when it came to girls. Then she met you. 

“D-does that feel good?” she asked, she was so unsure of herself. 

“Mhm, so good baby, making me feel so good” you’d praise her, in hopes it would get her to relax. It was still early days in your relationship and you were so patient with her, never pressuring her to do things, waiting until she initiated it. 

She continued to pump her fingers at just the right pace, getting you closer and closer to the edge. She really tried to pay close attention to what made you get there, all the things that made you buck your hips or make any sort of sound that told her what she was doing was right. It got harder to concentrate though when you made such pretty sounds or when you’d pull her in to kiss her, no matter how many times she’d done it, kissing you would always make her feel warm inside. 

You reached up and tugged her down by her shirt into a heated kiss, moaning against her lips as she curled her fingers, tips brushing against your soft spot perfectly. “Right there- shit- right there” you cried out as your release washed over you. She slowed down, dragging out your orgasm for as long as she could.

You pulled her hand away once you’d had enough, flipping her over so you could be on top. You leaned down to kiss her again, more gentle this time, you didn’t want to be too rough with her just yet, not until she was ready. “You’re so pretty” you mumble against her skin as you move across her jaw and down to her neck “So, so pretty and you make me feel so good.”

She only lets out little gasps in response as you suck onto the skin of her neck, she still got all flustered when you complimented her. You work your way down until you can’t get any further with the obstacle of her still being fully clothed in the way. Robin never really liked taking her clothes off, it was a fear she was still learning to overcome, her own head getting the better of her, but with you, you made it a lot easier. 

“Can I?” you ask, fingers tugging on the first button on her shirt, you see that strike of fear cross her face, same as the first time. You wanted to know who ever made her feel that way. In your eyes, Robin was perfect and whoever made her believe otherwise deserved their ass beat and you’d gladly do it, but for now you had to settle with telling her the truth about herself. 

“You don’t have to be scared with me Robin, you know I love everything about you” you remind her, moving the stray hairs from her face so she would look at you “you know that right?” She stares at you for a moment, nobody had ever made her feel the way that you do, she trusted you so she nodded. 

You try again, undoing the top button on her shirt, paying close attention to her incase she changes her mind. You took things slow, kissing each new piece of exposed skin with each button until you reached above her jeans, unbuttoning the last one, placing one final kiss above her pants. 

When you sat up to fully remove the shirt from her, she's watching you, glossy eyed and red cheeked. You give her a fond smile, sliding her arms out of the item of clothing, out of habit she immediately covers herself. “Don’t” you take her hands, kissing her knuckles as you straddled her waist, placing her hand onto your bare hips. 

She caressed the skin there, while you let your hands roam up her bare stomach to her chest. She was wearing a lavender coloured bra, small lace butterflies adorning the edges of the cups. You admired her, tracing your fingertips over the straps, tugging on them slightly “Can I take this off?” you ask again, she’s faster to respond this time, giving you a quick nod and a squeeze on your hips. 

You reach around to unclasp it, Robin is quick to return her hands to you, lowering them this time, almost touching the flesh of your ass, but still hesitant. Leaning down again, you suck one of her hardened nipples into your mouth, cupping the other one with your free hand. 

“Oh-” she let out a surprised gasp when you sucked on her tits, her grip on you becoming tighter as you nipped at her chest. 

“You good?” you checked in, as you switched sides. 

“Mhm, great” she replied, almost breathless. 

“Getting all worked up already and I’ve only just started” you tease, her hips rock beneath you. You made your way down her stomach again, stopping just above her belt, but before you could even ask for permission she’s begging for it. 

“Please” she pleads, bucking her hips again, so you listened. You unbuckled her belt and undo her jeans, pulling them down and off her legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties that matched her bra from earlier. 

“So beautiful” you say, placing kisses just above her knees before guiding them apart. She leans up on her elbows to watch, bottom lip tucked tightly between her teeth as you leave a trail of kisses up the insides of her soft thighs. Your hands run along the sides of her legs as you inched closer to her clothed clit. 

“Want you to sit on my face” you blurt, voice muffled as you suck on her skin, you feel her freeze for a moment. 

“W-what?” she asks, making sure she heard you right. 

“Want you to sit on my face” you repeat, this time more clearly, looking up at her from between her thighs “You’d don’t have to of course.” 

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, I don’t want to suffocate you or something” she avoids looking at you, you laugh. 

“Robin, you are not gonna suffocate me, I promise” you take her hand in yours “It’ll be fun, just thought it would help get you out of your shell.” 

Her eyes finally find yours “You sure?” 

You beam up at her “Positive.” 

“Okay…but you have to tell me if I’m squishing you!” she warns and you oblige. 

“I will, now come on” you lay flat on your back, waiting for her to get on top. She slipped out of her underwear, now fully naked as she knelt beside you. You guided her to straddle your chest “Just let me know if you want to stop.”

“Okay” she takes a shaky breath, shuffling forward so her cunt is just centimeters from your lips, still hesitant to put her full weight on you. You ease her down, craning your neck so your mouth meets her clit, you give it a chaste kiss making her laugh. 

You lick a stripe all the way from her entrance to her clit, her knees buckling slightly causing her to fall forward, gripping onto the headboard for support. You hooked your arms under her thighs and brought her flush to your mouth making her cry out. 

“H-holy shit!” she gasped, feeling your tongue prodding her entrance, your nose nudging her clit with every movement of your head. The taste of her arousal had you groaning against her cunt, sending shocks of pleasure through her core, the coil in her stomach already becoming impossibly tight. 

Reaching one of your hands up to cup her tits as they bounce with each rock of her hips, she was finally letting herself go, letting herself feel good, letting you make her feel good. Your free hand squeezing the flesh of her ass and thighs, holding her impossibly close, she was moaning your name over and over, you knew she wasn’t gonna last long. 

“Fuck that feels so good baby, so- oh fuck” her moans growing louder as her release was getting closer. She gripped onto your hair, using it as leverage as her hips rutted against your mouth, chasing her high. You let her lose herself, holding onto her thighs as you focused on making her feel good and the lewd wet sounds and loud cries that bounced off the walls, thankful for nobody being home tonight. 

“Oh shit I’m gonna cum” she pants, her rhythm faltering. 

“That’s it baby, cum on my mouth” you encouraged her, but your voice was muffled by her cunt. 

She came with a loud cry of your name, thighs clamping around you, her release dripping onto your tongue as you lapped at her until she couldn’t take it anymore. She collapsed onto the mattress next to you, the two of you trying to catch your breath. 

“Holy shit that was…fucking amazing” she pants out, making the both of you laugh. 

“Yeah, it was” you agree, pulling her in close and nuzzling into the crook of her neck. You were both basking in the aftermath of her release, bodies coated in a sheer layer of sweat as you clung to each other. 

“Thanks for being patient with me” Robin finally breaks the silence, her voice quiet like she's on the verge of sleep. 

“Of course” you kiss the side of her neck, giving her hand a slight squeeze “Was worth the wait, especially after that.” You feel her nod in agreement, the both of you too tired to form words as you drift off, wrapped up in each other's arms. 

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[robinsno1lesbian]

Okay, I LOVE me some bold, confident Robin...

...but what about shy, blushy, I-live-in-a-small-town-so getting-it-on-with-another-girl-is-impossible-I'm-still-amazed-this-is-happening Robin's first time with an equally excited and inexperienced reader? It's sweet and cute and awkward, but then holy shit you get to be each other's first experience getting touched by someone other than yourself 🫣🫣🫣 I'm WEAK

𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒, 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒, 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 - 𝐑.𝐁.

robin buckley x fem!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4730

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), maybe a bit of internalized as well as period typical homophobia, is soft smut a thing?, first time, virginity loss, inexperienced!robin x inexperienced!reader, thigh riding, fingering (fem!receiving obviously), let me know if i missed anything <3

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: no because you're so right anon! here's my take on that, i hope you like it! also thank you so much for 300 followers!! i'm so thankful for your support on here so have a 4k word robin x reader smut in return lmao

you can't help yourself but watch her from the corner of your eye. her bangs are falling into her eyes, it is something that has caught your attention a lot lately: the way she always tries to get them out of her face and the way her hair is way too stubborn with her. there are a lot of things that have caught your attention lately, especially when it comes to robin buckley. you do those silly little things: catch yourself daydreaming about her in class or sketching her features on the side of your worksheet rather than working on them. hell, you've been counting her freckles the other day and only stopped because she had snapped you out of it herself. if you didn't know any better, you'd say you're hopelessly in love with her. except that can't be...right? because she's a woman and you can't be in love with a woman. you're not supposed to be in love with a woman. and yet this is what it is supposed to feel like, from what you've heard: the way your stomach twists in a way that tickles through your whole body whenever she looks at you or is already staring whenever you turn back during your shared shifts simply can't be anything other than that. regardless of what you've heard, the things you feel whenever she is around are allconsuming. you try to think of the things people on TV claim. you really try to get yourself together, to keep your eyes glued on a bunch of boys that walk by in the hallway just like all of your friends do. but all of this is forgotten the minute you lay eyes on her. love, you sometimes (in rare moments of clarity) find yourself thinking, isn't supposed to be what oppresses you or chains you down. it's supposed to be free and you've only ever felt free, truly free, around robin. maybe that's why you can't stop watching her now. summer has chosen to come early this year and the heat is already on the verge of being unbearable in late may. she's sitting on your bed, legs crossed and back bent over a book that's open on her leg. she's using a bright yellow marker to highlight important paragraphs, her lip tugged between her front teeth as she works in concentration.

yet again, you can't stop yourself from watching, admiring her from afar like you always do.

she is in a pair of shorts and a tank top she has taken from your closet. it's not her style, white and lacy, and yet it still looks great on her. usual, maybe, but breathtaking nonetheless, emphasizing the curves of her body that are normally hidden from the view underneath a layer of baggy clothing. you're grateful that you get to see her like this. "you're doing it again" her raspy voice snaps you back to reality and she speaks without even looking up from the text. "huh?" you raise a brow and tilt your head "what?" robin looks up from her book and drums the pen against her thigh a couple of times before she answers. "you're staring" she doesn't say it as if it was something that bothers her. she sounds so...sweet, maybe? "oh uhm-" your mind is racing with possible things to answer in return. you always have plenty to say, but right now, your normally busy and loud brain fails you when you need it the most. "i was just thinking" you mumble eventually. robin thinks about this for a second, shrugs, and focuses on her book again. "you do that a lot lately, don't you?" "there's a lot to think about" you say and she grins. "like what?" "dunno..." you shake your head and laugh softly "i guess my mind has been really full of thoughts lately" that catches robin's attention. she closes the book and turns so that she's facing you. her leg almost brushes yours. almost. you find yourself longing for that brief brush of skin, wishing she would lean in just a tiny bit more, just enough for that. "you know you can talk to me, right y/n?" as if she's been reading your mind, robin reaches out and puts a palm to your knee. your breath hitches in your throat and you fake a cough to cover it. you don't know what has gotten into you or why you choose to do what you do. but something in you finally gives you the strength to speak.

"robin have you ever...felt like, i don't know, genuinely, fundamentally different?" a smirk creeps up her cheeks. "all the time" she says.

"no but- i mean- not just in a way that you don't...i don't know..." you do know. what you really want to ask her is if she has ever felt the way you do every single day. if she ever wanted to kiss another woman, if she ever wanted to do more than just that too. "hey" she traces circles over your damp skin "is there something you want to talk about y/n?" you look up and her eyes meet yours. it almost seems like her pupils blow just a little bit wider at the sudden eye contact. you've never seen the ocean, have lived your whole life in this tiny town of hawkins, but you're certain that that's the colors of the waves that meet the shore.

perhaps another time you would've looked away and blushed. but robin is tilting her head sideways and has this sweet look on her entire face that has made you want to kiss her a hundred times before. only this time it is different. you know you're running out of time; it is only a matter of time until you will go separate ways, robin to europe and you to some god-forsaken college your parents have picked out for you. you know that if you don't do it now, you won't ever. and so you do it, against all odds. slowly, you reach out and place a strand of hair -one that's been bothering her all this time- behind her ear. her skin feels so soft under your touch that you can't help yourself but exhale slowly. just when you want to withdraw your hand, your touch already lingering for a bit too long, robin grabs your wrist and holds it there. "don't" she whispers. your palm meets her cheek and suddenly you're holding her face and she's leaning into your hand.

robin turns her face in your palm in a way that allows her lips to brush over it. your heartbeat picks up its pace when she starts kissing the heel of your hand, leaving you completely breathless. you watch her in complete awe and bite your lip at the sight in front of you. "robin..." you murmur and gently pull her a little bit closer, not enough for her to actually move forward, but just enough for her to feel your suggestive movement. she follows suit immediately and starts leaning in closer. closer and closer until her lips are almost touching yours. her breath meets your skin in short, hot puffs that send shivers down your spine. robin's eyes are fixated on your lips and you let all fear fall away. instead, you say "can i kiss you?". robin doesn't answer. instead, she grabs your face in a desperate manner and closes the little bit of distance that is left between you. her lips feel soft, that's the first thing you notice. and then your other senses start picking up on it too: she smells like summer; of the layer of sunscreen she must've applied in the morning and of the hawkins summer air that surrounds you. she tastes like chapstick and shared lemonade. robin leans back faster than you want her too, doesn't stay for more than one quick kiss. "h-holy shit y/n i'm- did you- i mean- was that okay?" you smile. "more than okay robin but...can we...can we do that again?" the excitement practically sparks in her eyes when you ask that but she nods immediately. "i would love nothing more" she scrambles up and bumps into you in the process of getting closer so that she's pressing you further into the pillows on your bed. you gasp but it turns into laughter against her lips when she pretends it never happens and puts her lips on yours again. she misses your lips though, kissing your front teeth due to your laughing. "stop laughing" she chuckles against your mouth "i'm trying to kiss you" "my bad" you grin and wrap your arms around her, caging her in like that "try again". this time she doesn't miss and you're not a giddy mess either. this time, she really kisses you. one arm remains around her shoulder while your other hand holds her cheek and robin kisses you deeper. you stay like this for a while. she tilts her head experimentally every now and then and moves your face with her index too. it's much more than an awkward peck; you can feel the length of her body on yours, your legs dangling together on your bed despite the heat, and just when you think it couldn't possibly get any better, robin parts her lips and licks along your bottom lip, waiting for you to let her in. you gasp, slightly surprised but thrilled to see where this might go. you gladly allow her to lick into your mouth, parting your lips like she has done before. it's a new sensation, one that neither of you is really used to. the velvet of her tongue against your own tickles past your lips and into your mouth. that's when you feel it for the very first time: the tingling sensation that starts somewhere in your lower belly and pools between your thighs. hungry for more, you arch your back up and try to press her further against you. robin groans and the noise has the exact same effect on you as your current makeout session.  "robin" you manage when she leans back to take a breath in.  her brows narrow and she looks down at you. "are you okay? is this okay? do you want to stop?"  "no!" you exclaim, maybe a bit too fast but robin just grins at that. "i mean- no. i just...touch me, please" "touch you?" she raises a brow "are you sure? i mean are you sure that you want this? i've never-"  you shake your head gently "i haven't either robin...but i am sure. i want this. i want you"  she gives you the sweetest smile and nods slowly.  "but, just so we're clear" she runs a hand through her hair, giving you time to admire just how pretty she looks like this: slightly golden in the sunlight and lips plump from the previous kisses. "we can stop anytime, okay?" 

"i won't want to stop" you whisper and she looks down at you in what looks like slight surprise but also amazement.  "well we don't have to" she shrugs and earns a giggle from you.  "just come here and kiss me already"  that she'll gladly do. she leans down again and kisses your lips. this time, she slips her tongue past your lips immediately, but it is soft and passionate nonetheless.  she kisses you slowly, just like you need it right now and her fingers link with yours so that she is holding both of your hands with her own while she is kissing you.  you smile against her and you can feel her returning the gesture, you don't even have to open your eyes to know.  "take off my clothes" you breathe into her open mouth.  so her fingers run up your body until they reach the collar of your shirt, where she starts fumbling with the buttons.  her kisses grow uncoordinated and you lean back.  "damn it" she curses, struggling to undo the very first button.  "hey" you reach out and wrap your fingers around her wrists "hey it's okay, let me help"  robin looks into your eyes as you help her and open the shirt for her. she sits up slowly, eyes filled with disbelief that this sight is really revealing to her.  she runs a hand through her hair once more and her jaw drops when you finish the final button.  "like what you see?" you chuckle and watch robin through heavy lashes. 

"god you could say that" she groans and shifts her weight back onto your thighs. 

you sit up against your many pillows and push the fabric off of your shoulder, leaving you in nothing but a soft, lacy bra.  you blush under her watchful eye and fight back to urge to hide from her. she must notice the way you look away from her because she gently brushes a finger over your cheek and down to your chin, lifting your gaze upon her.  "you're so beautiful, y/n" she murmurs. "so beautiful" 

you bring your own hands to her waist, squeezing the dip just above her hips slightly before you tug on the top that belongs to you.  "can i...?"  robin bites her lips and reaches out herself, pulls it over her head and then throws it over her shoulder carelessly.  she is wearing a black bra and her chest is covered in freckles. you've always wondered whether the thin layer of freckles would continue below the collar of each of her shirts but you would've never expected that you would actually get to see it.  you lean your head back and she gets the sign.  robin leans down and kisses you softly, her hands roaming your sides. you start exploring her body too, shily at first.  you move your palms over the swell of her breasts, just the ghost of a touch before you let them wander lower.  she shudders when you touch her there and you gasp softly in return. your hands run up her back again and stumble upon the clasp of her bra.  you look up from her chest and she is nodding already, giving you an answer to the unspoken questions.  you unclasp it slowly, making sure she has time to comprehend it, before you pull it off of her entirely.  and, god, she is beautiful.  your breath hitches in your throat and you shamelessly gape at her chest.  "like what you see?" robin grins, stealing the line you've used on her before.  "oh shut up robin, you're- you're gorgeous"  you keep looking at her and take your own bra off as well, getting you into an equal state of undressing.  she inhales sharply and strokes over your bare shoulders, her thumbs pressing into your skin softly.  "can i touch you?" when you nod, she brings both of her hands up to hold your breasts. you exhale shakily, feeling this new kind of touch on yourself.  this is all so new, so sweet.  a mix of shy touches and soft noises of approval.  you're so happy that you get this with robin. that she is the one out of all people that does this for you. with you.  her thumbs brush over your nipples and you arch your back forward involuntarily, a quiet moan drawn from your lips by her.  "oh you like that?"  your eyes fall shut and you nod, your lips forming a silent 'o'. she repeats the motion applying just the right amount of pressure that it feels even better than before.  "j-just like that robin" you moan. robin smiles, obviously pleased with the reaction she got out of you.  she leans forward again, her hips jerking against your leg as she moves.  "fuck-"  "what?" your eyes snap open, slightly alarmed. but robin's expression doesn't look like one to be alarmed about. her eyes have fallen shut and her mouth is agape.  that is when you realize that your thigh sits right against her center.  "oh" you breathe out and she opens a single eye to look at you.  she looks absolutely heavenly like this and, to test something, you flex the muscles in your thigh against her, eager to get a reaction out of her.  robin's lashes flutter and her lips part at the same time as her head drops back in pleasure.  "oh my god" she rasps "oh my god"  "does that- feel good?" you ask her and put both of your hands on her hips.  she nods to confirm it and gives her hips a couple of experimentally rolls forward, dragging them over the length of your leg. you watch in awe when the first actual moans fall from her lips. her normally low and raspy voice has this new, high-pitched tone to it that you've never heard before but from which you know that you need more of it.  after some time, robin leans her forehead down against yours. she brings a hand to the back of your head to keep you close to her and her open mouth is brushing over your own, parted lips. her hot breathing and the quiet, shy moans that occasionally erupt from her send the same tingling sensation down your body.  this is great already, better than you would've ever imagined, but you know you need more.  and robin does too.  "robin" you whisper and she stops her movements immediately.  "yeah?" she breathes "are you okay?"  you smile at how considerate she is with you, how attentive. 

"more than okay i just- i wanna see you"  "oh"  "yeah, oh" you bite your lip "is that okay?" robin grins and shifts backward, away from your legs so that she can get herself out of the shorts she's wearing.  you laugh softly when she struggles with the zipper and tries to kick them off her long legs.  eventually, she gets out of them and throws them down the bed to kneel in front of you.  "can we- uh- try something?" she asks, a shy blush on her cheeks.  when you nod, she takes your hand in hers and pulls you up so that you're both kneeling in front of each other.  you don't miss the way her eyes fall upon your chest, as if she still can't fully believe that all of this is really happening.  her hand is still locked with yours when she holds it against the valley between her breasts.  you gasp when you feel her heartbeat against your palm.  "i want you to touch me" she speaks carefully and tilts her head to search your eyes for any doubts. "and i want to touch you too"  you bite your lip at the thought of this and nod your head. "please" her fingers find the hem of your skirt and, while her eyes are still on yours, she pushes it down your legs so that it is pooling around your knees. she leaves it there before her fingers trace up your thighs slowly.  you involuntarily spread your legs wider for her, which robin can only smile about.  when her index reaches your clothed center, you watch her attentively: her mouth falls open when she feels the patch of arousal that has formed on your panties from her previous actions.  "fuck, you're wet" she gasps.  at those words, you feel yourself clenching around nothing and your facial expression because a reflection of robin's own: lips parting and eyes heavy with a kind of lust you've never felt before.  judging by the look on her face, she has felt it against her fingertips.  "touch me" she says and you do as you're told.  you try to copy robin's movements, a hand between her thighs when you cup her through the fabric.  that is when you get what she has meant by that: you can feel her wetness, damp through the underwear.  you can also feel her against each of your fingers that are firmly pressing against her. 

"y/n" robin moans softly and her head falls back slightly.  you feel her pushing your panties aside slowly and you do the exact same for her, removing the last bits of clothing out of the way that is separating you from touching her the way you desperately want to.  the moan she draws from your lips when she starts circling your clit is something you should probably feel embarrassed about, but robin's eyes are beaming at the noise.  she doesn't want you to hide, she wants to hear you.  robin tilts her head again, as if she's asking something from you, and then presses down against your clit slightly harder.  "god, robin" you moan and your head falls forward against her shoulder.  "it's okay" she whispers and runs her free hand into your hair "it's o- oh"  regardless of how turned on your are, you can't help but grin when she moans at the sudden touch of your index and middle finger on either side of her clit, rubbing over it how you would do it if you were touching yourself. it seems to be working for her too.  she starts picking up the pace of her own fingers in sync with your movements, rubbing gentle, clockwise circles around your clit.  your legs are shaking already and you keep your head against robin's shoulder, muffling the soft moans in her hair and neck.  you can feel how wet she is against your digits, proof that you really are making her feel good like this.  occasionally, you dip your fingers down lower, where all of her wetness if pooling. you consider taking it one step further, but you find yourself being too shy to ask. instead, you gather her slick on your fingers and draw it back up to her clit.  at one particular good stroke, robin reaches for your chin and moves your head away from its hiding spot so that you're looking at her.  she's taller than you, even like this, and you have to look up slightly.  she looks gorgeous, even more than she normally does: her eyelids are heavy, mouth agape and her chest is rising and falling rapidly.  "y/n..."  "hm?"  her fingers wander lower and you gasp.  "can...can i?"  you smile softly and copy her motions, a singular finger toying at her entrance. her eyes widen slightly and somewhat of a whine comes past her lips.  "please"  you're both staring into the other's eye when she pushes her middle finger into you at the same time as you do the same for her.  the moans that fall from your lips mix with hers, creating a sweet noise that echoes through the room. thank god you're home alone.  "oh fuck, robin...robin..." you babble, your hips jerking forward over and over to chase the delicious feeling "more".  robin withdraws her finger slowly, until only the very tip of it is still inside of your aching cunt and then pushes it right back inside you, adding a second one along.  "oh my god" you cry out. you've never made such a noise when you were touching yourself. this is s much better than anything you have ever felt.  robin's own walls seem to somehow tighten around your finger, which reminds you that you have that same effect on her.  you curl your middle finger forward slightly and robin's eyes roll back in her head.  "please" she whimpers "god- just like that- feels so so good fuck-"  you thrust into her a couple of times until you add a second finger as well.  robin, regardless of the fact that she is getting fucked this good by you, never stops the movements of her own fingers inside of your cunt.  her fingers are longer than yours, just slightly but enough for you to feel the difference; she is reaching depths that you were never able to reach on your own.  when she mirrors your motion and curls them up against that certain spot, you moan out her name loudly.  the thrusts alone feel incredible but when she begins hitting your g-spot, it takes things to a whole new level of pleasure. 

"k-kiss me" you mutter between moan and whimpers caused by her fingers.  robin does as you asked her to, pulls you in so that your chests are bumping together and smashes her mouth of yours.  the shyness from earlier is gone, replaced by want and lust for you.  soon enough, your tongues are moving together in sync, lips meeting over and over again until they feel almost sore. 

the combination of all of these things causes a knot to form in your lower abdomen. you know exactly what'll happen once this knot snaps and, truth be told, you can't wait to cum all over robin's fingers.  but you also know it'll take just the slightest bit more for you to actually cum.  "r-robin" you shudder when she leans back slightly. there's a string of saliva connecting your lips. part of you wants to be disgusted, but instead, it only turns you on. "can you- oh god, fuck-" it feels so good, you can hardly get the words out. "can you...rub my clit? please? i think- ah- i think i'm close"  she listens to everything with a half-curious, half-lustfilled expression and nods. robin doesn't stop with the wonders, that her fingers are working inside of you though. she uses her thumb to find your clit, all while she is pumping her index- and middle finger into you, and rubs it gently, just like you asked her to.  "holy shit- right there! right there!" you manage and your head falls back.  your breathing becomes high-pitched and rapid and every muscle in your body is focused on what she is doing, on moving against her to chase your orgasm.  robin seems to understand and starts rubbing your clit faster, adding pressure at the right points too.  with that and the fact that she pulls you in again to squeeze your breast, robin pushes you closer and closer to the edge.  you manage to find robin's clit with your thumb too, though it takes you slightly longer to do so but robin doesn't seem to mind, way too caught up in the way your digits curl up inside of her.  "robin...fuck i- oh-"  you can't even finish what you were gonna say, your whole body tenses up in pleasure and you feel your orgasm in each and every nerve.  you sob out a moan that dies in your throat when everything becomes hot and you see stars from the pleasure.  robin reaches her height shortly after and her body tenses up against yours, her eyes roll back and her fingers tighten in your skin.  both of your thighs shake around the other's hand and you cum around her fingers, coating them in your release.  when the wave of pleasure slowly fades, you open your eyes.  robin is still recovering herself, but she has come down enough to watch you. a smile is toying along her lips.  "holy shit" she breathes eventually.  "yeah" you say with a lighthearted laugh.  "did you- i mean- was that okay?" and you can hardly believe your own eyes but she blushes as if she hasn't just made you cum better and harder than ever.  "that was more than okay robin, fuck"  regardless of that fact, she sighs as if in relief.  "would you- would you mind if- i- would you like to go out...? sometime?"  despite your situation, you can't help yourself but laugh breathlessly.  "robin buckley" you exclaim "are you asking me out on a date while you're still inside of me?"  her eyes widen slightly, as if that part has already been forgotten and you laugh a little bit more.  once you have both fully recovered, you lay her down on your bed and put your head on her shoulder and she links your fingers together.  somehow, it is not odd at all. it's almost like it was always supposed to be like this.  "so" she says after some time.  "so" you repeat.  "about earlier...i would really, really like to take you out on a date"  you smile and tilt your head so you can look at her properly.  "i would really, really like that too"

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Chapter Five: Unrequited Lover's Lake (Part One)

The Pariahs That Saved The World [Masterlist]

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of death, vecna's curse, horror flashback (violence)

[A/N: So I've decided to split this chapter in half mostly because I've disappeared lately. I am so sorry I haven't been updating as usual, I have had two rounds of completely different illness (both being types of flu lmao) and I am still recovering but in a much better place than I was! I'll keep everyone updated but as for now, here's the first half of a chapter I promised you guys agessss ago]

Unrequited Lover's Lake (Part One)

“Oh, boom!” Steve suddenly shouts out and Robin watches him push through some bushes, rolling her eyes. “Bada bing, bada boom. There she is, Henderson. Skull Rock.”

“Doesn’t make sense.” Dustin mutters as she and Nancy push through the leaves, looking up at the famous Skull Rock in all of its glory. Robin never really saw the appeal of this place.

“It’s just a dumb rock.” She murmurs out loud and Nancy hums in agreement, looking around.

The leaves rustle again and Robin watches as you and Max step through, sharing a look as she gestures to your face. You quickly turn, raising your hand, and when you turn back, you’re sending a grateful smile and walking away. Robin frowns at the interaction. Were you crying?

“Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you in the face, you can’t admit it.” Steve boasts, placing his hands on his hips. “You just can’t admit that you’re wrong, you little butthead.”

“I concur.”

You all spin around to where someone had jumped down, a smirk on his face.

“You, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead.” Eddie announces and the boy goes running to him.

“Jesus, we thought you were a goner.”

“Yeah, me too, man. Me too.” Eddie sighs, patting him on the back. He catches someone else’s eye, pulling away and grinning. “As I live and breathe, Y/n is that you?”

“Couldn’t stay out of trouble just this once?” You chuckle as you share a hug, laughing when he tries to pick you up. “We went to the boathouse, what the hell happened?”

Nothing could really prepare you for what he had to say.

From Jason and his gang finding him, to watching poor Patrick suddenly float out of the water, you all stood around him in silence. You felt the sickening feeling creep up throughout your body until it was stuck in your throat, lurking as a reminder of what you’ve let yourself walk back into.

“Excuse me.” You say to Nancy, brushing against her arm so you could walk away from the group, breathing heavily.

You heard their continued conversations as you leant against a tree, a few steps into the thick expanse of trees, just in their view. Your skin was crawling with goosebumps, your spine shivering under the stress of the situation. You thought you were ready for this, that you could help them and save the people you loved in the process. But you didn’t manage it last time. How was this any different?

July 3rd, 1985

“Nancy…” You shake your head at her as you slowly start walking backwards down the hallway.

“Just stay in position, Y/n.” She hisses at you from behind and you trust her, you really do. But she was foolish to think you were the right person for this.

“I can’t.” You whisper back, tears falling down your face. The lights overhead start to flicker and you grip the metal pole in your hand tighter, praying he doesn’t walk around the corner, that it was all a misunderstanding.

“Just a little longer.” She promises, her soothing voice holding more worth to you than she knows. If only you had seen her face.

Two loud footsteps echo out from around the corner and you hold your breath, waiting for the man to show himself and force every fibre of your body not to run. But it wasn’t him. It was Tom Holloway, Heather’s father, and he was smiling at you.

“Ah, Y/n.” He clicks his neck, smirking, “I knew I’d find you here.”

You shake your head. It wasn’t meant to be him. He was supposed to be dead.

“It’s such a shame no one checked to see if they finished the job.” He laughs, pulling a scalpel you hadn’t even seen protruding from his neck, shrugging when no blood comes rushing out. “Someone should really go check on that poor boy, though. Such a wuss.”

“Nancy.” You try and whisper, but you hear nothing back, only the echo of her retreating footsteps as she rushes to find her boyfriend. You understood, you really did, but you’ve never felt so scared.

“Just the two of us, now.” He clears his throat, walking forward with intent and you hold out the pole. “That won’t do anything.”

“Stay back.” You cry out, noticing how dark the black veins were appearing now. Was Heather like this too? “I’m warning you.”

“Or what? You’ll trick me?” He laughs maniacally, stopping just short of you reaching the end of the hall, the corner just behind you. “Or should I say… us?”

Your eyes widen, but it’s too late. A sharp and searing pain digs into your shoulder and you scream, dropping your only weapon out of shock and jolting forward. You stumble, cradling your shoulder as you spin around on the floor, another pair of soulless eyes staring down at you. A sob leaves your lips.

“Dad?”

“Join us.”

Everything about that day still feels like a nightmare, to the point where you nearly convince yourself none of it was real. Not Tom tricking you, or your father becoming one of those monsters. Especially not Nancy leaving you behind. But that scar etched into your skin reminds you it was all very real. Your dad was dead, Nancy had left you to die, and you were lucky you ever escaped.

You take a deep breath, smoothing your hair away from your face. There wasn’t time for your breakdown right now. Max needed you. The sooner you figured it all out, the sooner this would be over.

Something snaps in the woods behind you and you assume someone has walked over, making you turn with a ready-made lie on your tongue. Except, no one was there.

You weren’t even in the woods anymore.

Robin rubbed her eyes as Steve and Dustin disputed over yet another absurd argument she didn’t fully wrap her head around, watching in amusement as it bounced back and forth between them. This time, Dustin was convinced his compass wasn’t wrong and for once, she was on Steve’s side. It made literally no sense.

“So you’re using faulty equipment.” Steve exasperated. “You’re still wrong!”

“Except it isn’t faulty.” Dustin says and Steve groans, throwing his hands up. “Lucas, do you remember what can affect a compass?”

Lucas ponders for a moment before his eyes widen. “An electromagnetic field.”

“Yep.” Dustin looks at everyone else expectedly and Robin furrows her brows.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve skipped that class.”

“In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power.” Dustin explains, motioning to the woods with his hand. “So either there’s some super big magnet around here, or…”

“There’s a gate.” Lucas concludes and Robin’s eyes widen.

“But we’re nowhere near the lab.” Nancy says and Dustin nods at her.

“But what if, somehow, there’s another gate? A gate that we don’t know about. It’d have to be smaller. Way less powerful.”

“Snack-size gate.” Robin offers and he clicks his finger at her.

“All I know if that something is causing this disturbance, and the last time we’ve seen anything like it, it was a gate. And I hope it is, because then we’d have a way to Vecna. And a shot at freeing Max from this curse.”

And with that Dustin turns around and starts walking, making Robin bat at Steve’s arm until he took notice too.

“Wha- Oh, where are you going? Hey, hey, hey-” He calls out for attention and Dustin unwillingly stops, looking back at him. “Eddie’s still a wanted man. We can’t just go for a hike in the woods.”

“This little steel capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie. What say you, Eddie the Banished?” Dustin asks and Robin smirks, looking to you to share in her amusement. She blinks. You weren’t there.

She looks around again as Eddie responds, frowning like she might just be going blind.

“Uh, guys?” She tries, but her voice seems distant as she peers around the rock, through the trees, anywhere.

“So Mordor it is.” Eddie finally decides, shrugging when Steve looks at him weird.

“Guys!” She finally raises her voice and they all look at her inquisitively, noting her worried face. “Where’s Y/n?”

“She was just…” Nancy motions over to where you were just stood by the tree. The look on her face made Robin’s stomach plummet. “Y/n?”

Everyone starts looking around, shouting out for you, but they don’t hear any kind of response. Robin and Nancy venture further in, calling your name like you might just walk towards them completely fine. But Robin knew from the pit in her stomach that wasn’t the case. She just can’t believe she didn’t notice you had disappeared.

“Robin!” Nancy suddenly calls and Robin runs over as quickly as she can, careful not to trip up on protruding tree roots as she joins her.

The girl is knelt on the ground, holding a body and for a second her heart stops. It’s you.

And then you blink, looking a little dazed.

“I just saw her collapse.” Nancy says, her voice shaking. “Robin, look.”

She looks to where her friend is pointing and her breath hitches, slowly letting herself sink to the ground as you finally mutter a few words from lips beneath a crimson nosebleed.

“The gate.” You whisper out, trying to sit up and grabbing Robin’s arm when you felt weak. “I know… I know where the gate is.”

Robin meets Nancy’s fearful eye, her blood running cold. She hated to admit it, but all the signs were pointing to one thing and one thing only.

Vecna had cursed you, too.

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[gilmore-angel]

What if Robin was really nervous pegging Reader for the first time and Reader helps Robin get comfortable and guides her during it all? Basically service top Robin ahhh

xoxo

made this a lot more sub!reader and softdom!robin, hope that's okay :(

"what if it hurts?" she frowned.

when you showed her the strap-on you got she looked hesitant at first but agreed, willing to do anything as long as it pleased you.

now between your legs, she was more nervous than ever. she asked a million questions, and though you found it sweet, you weren't sure you could wait much longer to be filled up.

"robin baby, I'll be okay." you smiled.

"maybe I could prep you more. I saw in one video where this guy didn't prep his girlfriend enough and she started bleeding. I mean, I would never want to make you bleed, even the thought of you bleeding is just, ugh I don't wanna think about it. I should make you cum one more time just in ca-"

"baby, baby, I'll be okay, I promise. now will you put it in, I need it, I need you." the end of your sentence morph into a whine, hands desperately grabbing at her thighs trying to bring her closer.

"yeah yeah yeah definitely." she rushed, very noticeably flustered by your actions. you bit back a smirk at the blush spreading across her cheeks.

she grabbed the tip of the strap, looking at you for approval, once she saw you nod your head she moved it up and down, making sure it was coated in your wetness. she slowly pushed in, eyes trained on your face to see if she was hurting you, but continued after seeing nothing but bliss.

the stretch felt so good, any little bit of pain covered up by the feeling of being full. when she was finally fully in you let out a loud moan, panting softly.

she couldn't look away from your pussy, mouth watering at the sight of you being stuffed by her.

she gave you a second to get used to the strap, but when she heard your desperate pleas for her to move, she knew you were ready.

"I-im gonna move now, okay?" she said, running her hands up and down your waist.

"yes, please please please." you whined, slightly bucking your hips.

she chuckled watching you trying to fuck yourself on it. she finally pulled out a bit so that only the tip was in, then slowly pushed it back. you whimpered softly.

once she got more comfortable her paced pick up, and so did your moans. everytime she thrusted her hips into yours she hit a certain deep spot in you, something neither one of you had ever touched before.

"you like that?" she panted out, out of breath from how fast she moved her hips.

"fuck— yes yes! please dont stop, please."

you felt the pressure in your lower stomach grow and grow, until it was becoming to much to handle.

she immediately noticed, after making you fall apart on her fingers and tongue so much, she knew what signs to look for.

"you can cum, please wanna see you cum." she slightly whined the last bit out, desperately wanting to see and hear you come undone for her.

with her approval, you finally let go. your orgasm felt like one big wave, scratch that, tsunami washing over you. you shook slightly, your hands tightly holding onto hers as you rode out your high.

she slowed down her hips, eventually coming to a stop. she slowly pulled out, groaning when she saw your cum drolling out. she took her finger and pushed it back in.

"fuck," she chuckled, eyes fixated on your pussy, "we need to fo this more often.

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[femalevil]

pairing: the upcoming finals set your nerves to the edge and robin finds an interesting way to relax you while you study.

warnings: literally porn with plot. so if you don't like it, don't judge it... and also minors dni!

writer notes: i'm just playing around with this writing style, trying to push myself out of my comfort zone and out of this fucking writing block that is just consuming my creativity like a disease. but i hope it's good though lol.

"darwin’s theory of evolution explains and describes how organisms on earth have changed over time and – fuck,"

robin buckley was great at helping her friends. from assisting steve to call late developer clients of family video, who were always angry about being charged to return the tapes – because hey! why can't they keep some to themselves? it's not like anyone will miss the star wars trilogy anyway – to staying after band practice to support vicki with some difficulties with new songs, she was always there to help. for that, you weren't surprised when she insisted on coming by to give you a hand with your upcoming biology test.

"why did you stop?" you shivered thanks to her icy breath against your aching core. "you have to study, honey."

without words in your mind, a moan renders you before gazing down to meet robin's face between your thighs. she looked… incredible but you haven't much time to praise her, the slender fingers went down on the soft skin of your ass in a smack.

"keep reading or else i'm not helping you anymore." robin purred into your open hole, you watched carefully as the ice cube that was in her mouth went inside of your folds, disappearing inside you in a painfully pleasant way.

"and acquired a diversity of new forms. this famous theory provides a good example of…" the book you were holding fell from your grip with the unexpected feeling of her tongue pushing the cube ice further inside your cunt.

"of what, baby?"

" a good example of how a scientist develops a hypothesis!" you cried out.

"now, that's a good girl."

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[depravity-n-savagery]

「 Until The Sun Comes Up 」

❧ Pairing: Robin Buckley x (fem)Reader

❧ Summary: You and Robin have been friends with benefits for a while, but clearly Robin wants more. You just can't get over failing what's always been expected of you.

❧ CW: smut, unrequited love (kinda), dom!Robin, angst, struggling with sexuality, edging, orgasm denial, manipulation

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

❧ Word Count: 2.6k

❧ A/N: My goodness, I didn't plan on it being this sad when I started it, but I just followed where the feels led me. 😮‍💨 So here we are, lolz.

The dream life you were raised to yearn and work toward, was absolute bullshit. The older you got, the more you realized that. Especially with the things you were learning about yourself. Even if you did want that treasured lifestyle. A white picket fence, a husband, three kids and a dog. It didn't seem possible for someone like you. You were… different. Your family would say you were broken, if they knew what you knew. Who you chose to be with. At least that's what they raised you to believe.

"There's no way these boobs are real." Robin chuckled, staring down at a swimsuit magazine in her hands. She sat next to you on your bed, while you laid back looking up at the ceiling. Her leg bouncing like it often did. She was rarely completely still. "What do you think?" The magazine was thrust in your direction, open to a page that showed a petite woman in a very revealing bikini. Her tits definitely stood out, and you couldn't stop your eyes from lingering on them. Noticing where you could see her nipples poking out underneath the skimpy bikini top. You swallowed and forced yourself to turn away. "Yeah. They don't look like they fit on her body. But I mean, how can you tell? People could say the same about anyone's boobs."

"But I've seen your boobs." There it goes. That tone of voice that made your head go fuzzy. Robin tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, setting the magazine aside. "Felt them. Kissed them. Had them in my-"

"Oh my god, Robin!" You tossed a pillow at her, laughing as she fell backwards onto the carpeted floor. "You're such a perv."

It was a shared secret between the two of you (and Steve, since he convinced Robin to make a move in the first place). This attraction to women you had been hiding for so long. At first you and Robin were only friends, until one day after shopping at the mall. You modeled the lingerie you bought, seeing which would impress this guy you were planning on hooking up with. Turns out it impressed her more than anyone else. Since then, it's been an undefined friends with benefits kind of deal.

Robin scrambled back up onto the bed, moving the blanket out of place. This lovable girl was a tornado, and it made you smile watching her literally stumble through life. She was precious. "Maybe I need to refresh my memory. For science."

"Oh?" Since the two of you were planning on spending the night together at your place, you were already in your night clothes. An oversized Wham! Tour shirt that barely covered your pink panties. Robin wore one of your burgundy button-ups, completely unbuttoned to expose her cream-colored bra and loose fitting shorts. You played with the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to show the bottom curve of your breasts. Not fully exposing them. "Come inspect them yourself."

There was no hesitation in Robin's movements, eagerly crawling across the bed to fall right on top of you. Her weight pushing you both back to lay on the crumpled blanket. Shirt still bunched up around your midsection. She was a girl possessed when it came to you. Once the green light was given, the puzzle pieces all fit into place. This was natural for her. Giggling against your collarbone at the awkward tangled heap you fell into, then pressing those lips to your skin. Hot and slow, kissing a trail up to your lips.

It drew a soft gasp out of you. Something about her touch felt different from when you'd hook up with guys. She took her time. Savored you, and seemed to know exactly where you wanted her. Her teeth grazed your earlobe, giving it a little tug before she whispered. "I've been waiting for this all day." You believed it. The lingering stares in the halls, the subtle game of footsies under the table at lunch. People didn't really question the way you two were so physically close. It was common for most girls. It had to be, right? Don't all girls want to make out with their best friends?

The thought actually made you chuckle. "I wonder if my future husband will be this hot for me. If he's not, I don't want him." You carried on laughing at your little joke, but Robin wasn't so pleased. She pulled back, pushing up on her hands so she was hovering over you.

"Future husband?"

"Of course. Well, waaayy down the line. I don't plan on getting married any time soon."

She threw herself over, landing on her back beside you with a huff. The mood obviously soured. What the hell? Why did she get like this sometimes? One wrong comment and she would wilt. No explanation or anything. At this point you'd rather have her curse you out. It would be something. You'd at least know how she felt.

"What is this to you, Y/n?"

The air was vacuumed out of your lungs. Chest tight - There's no way this was a panic attack. It was just a question. A simple string of words that sent your heart rate through the roof. It's something you tried not to really think about. You two were just going with the flow, right? "What do you mean?" You choked out.

"You know what I mean. What is this? Are you just experimenting or something? Like, does this mean anything to you?" Robin's eyes refused to meet yours, expression going cold as she stared at the wall. Distant. "Do I…mean anything to you?"

"Woah, Robin. Hold on. Look at me." You gently took hold of her chin, turning her head until she started right at you. "Of course you mean something to me. You mean A LOT to me. You're my best friend!"

She scoffed, pulling away from your grasp. "Wow. Best friends. Of course." She folded into herself, pulling her knees up to her chest. This was the last thing you wanted. Seeing her break like this. What did she expect from you? This was already so far out of the lines for you. So far away from the beaten path. Couldn't she just enjoy things for what they were?

"What do you expect? To be girlfriends? Out there?" You waved your hand toward the window. "You gonna introduce me to your parents, and tell em' what we've been doing during all those harmless sleepovers? Watch the horror and disappointment fill their eyes!? I can't just- it's a lot, Robs!"

It's not like you never thought about it. A part of you might have even longed for it. Instead of stolen moments. When you can look at her sleeping in your arms, spent and clinging to you. Burying her face in your chest just to smell you while she dreamed. The rest of the world didn't exist, and she was yours. Yours until the sun comes up.

"I didn't ask you to go public. I know the risks. I asked… if you felt anything for me. That's all, Y/n. I don't just want to be friends."

The blanket shifted more and more off the bed, as you lifted up onto your hands and knees. You pressed your forehead to Robin's, closing your eyes. "We have to be. This is what it has to be."

"Bullshit." Robin said, her voice low and almost raspy like when she woke up in the morning. She lifted her head up, nudging her face against yours until she found your lips. Kissing you like it meant the world to her. Breathing life back into you. You couldn't help but kiss back. She always peeled away your defenses. Moaning against your lips as she guided you to lay on your back. Her lips never leave yours. It was a lifeline. The anchor keeping you from distancing yourself any farther from her. You drank it all up, parting your lips so she could ease her tongue into your mouth. Fuck, you couldn't stop. Couldn't help the way your legs wrapped around her waist just so you could feel more of her weight on you.

She finally pulled away from the kiss, causing you to whine and pout. "Best friends don't moan like a little slut when you shove your tongue in their mouth." Her hips, slotted between your legs, rolled into your core. Giving just the slightest friction against the crotch of your panties. There's no way she didn't feel how wet you were. For all your bullshit doubts, you were nothing less than starved for her touch.

Robin's fingers danced along your legs, up and down your thighs, avoiding where you wanted her to touch. She was entranced by the way your body reacted to her. Squirming and needy beneath her. It was intoxicating. Unbelievable, if she wasn't currently seeing it with her own eyes. Her fingers dipped under the moist material of your panties, pulling the crotch aside. Exposing you to the open air. "I never get tired of that. Seeing just how wet you get. It's fucking magical." Her eyes were wide with genuine excitement.

"Uggghh, you're such a tease." You groaned, desperately trying to keep yourself from begging for more. "I could get off faster doing it myself." To prove your point, you lowered your hand down to your clit. Circling the sensitive nub with your index finger.

That lasted all of five seconds.

Your soaked panties were suddenly being yanked down your legs. Ripped off your ankles and thrown into god knows where. They were probably torn, considering how forcefully they were removed. You tried to take advantage of Robin's momentary distraction, rubbing your clit fiercely before she could realize it. Trying to beat her to the punch. When she realized what you were doing, she scowled at you. Holding your thighs apart. "Y/n. Move that hand, before I bite it."

She wouldn't- "Fuck!!" You sucked in air between your teeth, yanking your hand back after feeling the pinch of her teeth on your finger. She's a mad woman! Her usual softness was abandoned. That head of wild brown hair moving and bobbing as she licked a repetitive strip from your clit to your drooling entrance. Already clenching around nothing as you moaned out her name. All you could see of her face was those eyes, looking up at you with a squint. Staring daggers straight into you.

"Is this what you need?" Robin spat out before latching on to that bundle of nerves. She sucked hard, wiggling her tongue over the throbbing flesh as she did. "Is this what you need to take me seriously?"

Two different thoughts clashed in your head, fighting for dominance over the flood of pleasure. "N-No- I just-" Just what? Never really planned on doing so? Commitment was the farthest thing from your mind whenever she was touching you. You were too busy on cloud nine. Tasting colors, and seeing sounds.

You rolled your hips into her face, silently begging for more. Burying her further into your cunt, with a quivering gasp. The feeling of two fingers prodding and teasing your hole had you ready to sob. The build up was peeling you apart.

"Did you know…? Do you know how much I like you, Y/n?" Her voice was so seducing, you hardly recognized her. Your hyperactive, clumsy best friend - now licking slow circles around your clit. Slower and slower. Lower and lower, just to dip her tongue inside of you. Collecting some of your overflow.

It was always obvious that she was into you. Even if you tried to deny it to yourself, you knew. It intrigued you when you picked up on it. Boosted your ego a bit too. The way she'd sneak glances at you when you changed clothes around her. Blushing whenever you'd enter her personal space. You just had to have more. "I do. Robs, I care about you too."

"Don't give me that. You know it's not the same way." Those fingers pushed through your aching walls, relieving some of that pressure. She shook you up, and god were you ready to burst. But she didn't fuck into you like you wanted. Each stroke was just as controlled. Taunting you. "I don't want your bullshit. I don't want your lies. I just want you to cum. Can you handle that?"

Your head shook vigorously, tears gathering in your eyes. "I c-can't. Not like this. Y-you're going too slow."

"Sounds like a you problem."

Your nails dug into the sheets, afraid that she would stop altogether if you tried to pull her head in closer. Your abdomen tightened and burned, like you were working out. Using all your mental strength, trying to will yourself into an orgasm. It just wasn't working. "Robin! M'sorry, I'll do better. P-please! I'll do whatever you want!" You could barely see her through the watery shield of your tears. Rising and rising, like the height of your pleasure. Still not spilling over.

Her fingers twisted inside you, grazing the spongy texture of your g-spot. Your back arched in response. "Anything?" She asked. Brushing against the spot so softly she was barely there. You were hanging by a thread. So sooo fucking close.

Then she pulled away completely.

The ice in her stare doused the fire within you. Everything turned to a sick twisting in your guts. "Go ahead. Do it yourself. I can't do this anymore." The words barely registered in your head, until you saw her start to gather her things. Stuffing her magazines and clothes into the duffle bag she brought with her. Dropping some items a few times, due to her shaking hands. "I'm done."

"Wait! Robin, don't go." Your foot caught in the semi-folded blanket, kicking your way off the bed. Trying to get to your feet as fast as possible. By the time you were standing, still unsteady, she was wrapping her hand around the door knob. Only stopping because you grabbed on to her wrist.

"Why not? I don't know if this is… you being bored. Having something to do when there's nothing to do. Or a way for you to rebel. Test the waters. I don't care! I am just done with being jerked around and toyed with! You pull me around on a string like- like I'm some kind of dog on a leash. Am I that pathetic to you?!"

Go ahead. Do what you always do. Lie. To her and yourself. The words were on the tip of your tongue. Everything she's ever wanted to hear. About how you just needed to warm up to the idea. How you'll tell your friends about her some day. Maybe you could even kiss her, right here and now. Knowing how she melts whenever you give her just a crumb of affection. It should be second nature by now. Or maybe…just maybe…the game was up.

So you said nothing. Her wrist, now released from your grasp, yanked back like your touch had burned her. No goodbyes. Just the deafening sound of your bedroom door slamming behind her. Steve's house wasn't too far from yours. She was probably on her way there. To break down and be comforted by someone who actually cared. Unconditionally.

The weight of her absence brought you to your knees. Soaking the carpet with your tears. Finally, they could flow freely. Unable to be used as a token for her forgiveness. Maybe in some way, you did love her. You wanted her to have better. Better than what you gave her.

Sunlight began to peek out from behind the houses and trees. Not yet reaching through your window. Just an empty bed and a broken heart. Waiting for the daylight to make it feel real.

You could ignore it. You could pretend she was still here. Sleeping in your arms. Soft, sweet, and yours. Just until the sun comes up…

❧ A/N: Pheeww boy, this was heavy to write. I've found myself in a couple situations like this (from Robin's perspective), so it was interesting writing from the other point of view. No worries though, the next time I write a Robin fic, I'll make sure she gets some REAL love. ♡ As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

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[quickiesgirl]

Explicit Thoughts - Robin Buckley

Paring: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Established Relationship, Completely Consensual, Dom/Sub, Drunk Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Light Thigh Riding, My Shitty Writing.

 “mmh - I don't w-wanna sleep…” You drunkenly whined to your girlfriend as you reluctantly sat on the edge of your mattress, your signature stubbornness kicking in after a few drinks. 

 Earlier that night, you and Robin decided to go to one of Steve Harrington’s parties, and well, let’s say you got a little too tipsy. Luckily, you had your amazing girlfriend taking good care of you for the night. 

“Babe, it’s late. We’ve both partied enough for one night,” Robin chuckled, dragging a strand of hair behind her ear as she walked over, holding a pair of comfortable pajamas that she picked out of your dresser. “Plus, I think you’ve had too much to drink.” 

“I d-didn't drink - that much.” You said in a protest, trying your hardest to act sober but failing miserably. 

She set your clothes beside you and gazed down, staring at your puppy eyes, brows furrowed slightly with a sheepish pout spread across your lips. A face she couldn’t resist. 

Robin drove her knee between your thighs, spreading them apart and stepping between the open space. She leaned down, hands sliding up the fabric of the tight black dress you had on, eyeing your glassy gaze and your lips, inches away from hers, begging to be kissed. 

Her lips glistened with your lipstick from the little make-out sesh you had earlier, and her blue eyes slightly hidden behind strands of her short, golden brown hair. 

“You need some rest, babe, m’kay?” Robin hummed, watching you nod softly. 

The small pout of yours quickly wiped away into a giant smile as she leaned in close and kissed you gently, completely forgetting about what you were upset about. 

“Let’s get you out of this dress and into something more comfortable.” 

Robin helped you into the silky pair of pink night shorts and a matching button-up top before you crawled into bed, and you settled back against the mattress, eyes wandering up your girlfriend’s body as she began undressing.

She changed out of her clothes into an oversized t-shirt that hung past her white lacy panties. Your attention immediately drawn by those beautiful round thighs, and the way her hips were hugged by the tight, revealing fabric.

Explicit thoughts fill your drunken mind in a matter of seconds. 

 Robin crawled under the covers and wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you close to her warmth and spooning you, causing your tummy to flutter with butterflies from her comforting touch. 

Her soft, adorable noises in your ear as she hid her face in the crevice of your neck, though you could only seem to focus on the way her bare thighs were pressed against your cunt perfectly. 

You weren’t cuddling for no more than a few minutes before you began grinding yourself against her. Your bottom lip tucked tightly between your teeth, trying to relieve the ache between your thighs. Though your idea of being “subtle” wasn’t working in your favor. 

“Babe..” Robin murmured, feeling your pussy drag across her upper thigh, ass rubbing into her pelvis as you whimpered and ran your hands up your chest, caressing your sensitive breasts. “Mmm, I'm needy, t-touch me.” 

 Her eyes broadened as her face turned a bright shade of red, loving the sight of you this needy. “Y-you're drunk. You need to get some rest.” 

“Pleasee!” You begged, rocking yourself faster while stroking your erect nipples through your top. The muscles in her thighs clenched against your pussy and applied some pressure as she ran her hands down your stomach, allowing her hands to roam your beautiful body. 

Robin couldn’t leave you aching, she loved pleasing, especially when you needed it the most, and truth be told. She had been ogling you the entire night in the dress, waiting for the moment she could get her hands on you. 

Her green-painted fingernails grazed across the soft skin of your thighs while the other removed your hand to grope your breasts, sending a shiver of lust down your spine as her raspy voice whispered into your ear sensually, “Will an orgasm help my pretty girl?” 

“Y-yes~” You were suddenly cut off by your girlfriend’s fingers shoved in your mouth, forcing you to suck on them, making them nice and wet while she took the time to massage your soft tits and squeeze your nipples.

Next thing you knew, that same hand was slipped into the waistband of your shorts and stroked your inner labia.

It wasn’t long before her two digits were fully engulfed around your slick and tight walls, filling your cunt as she curled against the spongy part of your upper wall, waves of pleasure flowing through your body. 

Your pussy pulsing and tingling, wet with a desire that was finally being filled. You couldn’t quiet yourself. Pleasured moans were filling your bedroom and flooding through the walls. 

It was a good thing no one else was home, or you’d never get to spend another “girl's night” with Robin Buckley again. Though at the moment, you were too focused on your lover's fingers sliding in and out of your pussy and thumb circling your swollen clitoris. 

Her fingers grew relentless against your g-spot, not stopping a second as she moved her knee between your thighs and hooked it around yours, opening your legs apart to give herself more access. 

You leaned into her shoulder, feeling her warm breath on the nape of your neck while you listened to her sweet moans and praises.

“Fuck, you're taking me so well, baby. Does that feel good, mh? You like it when my fingers are knuckles deep inside this cute little pussy? Oh, I know you do, baby. I can hear the way you moan when I curl my fingers or spread them apart...” 

Her lips attached themselves to your inner neck and suckled lightly, knowing you might be a little numb to the sensation as she marked you with small hickeys. 

You let out a sweet little cry of lust, your legs trembling under the sheets and the fire in your abdomen burning brighter, ready to burst into pleasure.

You couldn’t take it anymore, Robins moaning in your ear, her fingers inside you working their magic, and her gentle, teasing strokes against your clit sent you over the edge into your well-needed orgasm. 

“Good girl…” Robin hummed between tender neck kisses as she slowed down, moving in a more gentle rhythmic motion allowing you to ride out your pleasuring high and paint her with your milky arousal. 

She took a few moments before sliding out of your cunt and shoved her fingers into her mouth, her tongue licking them clean while you gazed up at her and watched between droopy eyelids.

You were dazed after your orgasm, and surprisingly sleepy, so you rolled over and snuggled into your girlfriend’s side, humming happily into her chest. 

“Feelin’ a bit sleepy there, babe?” 

Your sentence dragged out with a sleepy yawn, “Nooo, ‘m not tired…” 

“We’ll see about that, sweetheart.” She chuckled in amusement, laying her head against yours as the two of you intertwined your legs together. 

You buried your face in the crook of her neck, rolling the ends of her thick hair between your fingers till you drifted off to sleep, peacefully tucked away from the world in your lover's arms.

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[dadsbongos]

a warm body

Stranger Things x Horror Movie Collection

American Psycho / Halloween / Scream / Friday the 13th / Fear Street / Jennifer’s Body

13.7K words

warnings - sexual allusions lol!, descriptions of wounds/violence (blood n gore n such), bimbo reader bimbo reader <3, jennifer’s body au

summary - You drag Robin to The Hideout in hopes of fulfilling your fantasy of hooking up with a boy in a band. Hijinks ensue and suddenly you’re a succubus that only your bestest friend can satiate.

“Hey, we’ve gotta go to The Hideout tonight.”

“Ew,” Robin gags, “Enough of Munson, okay? I’m sick of going to their gigs.”

“It’ll be fun,” you pout and lean your head against the locker next to Robin’s, “besides, there’s a new band showing up today. Heard it straight from Gareth in the lunch line - Bombed Grave, or some shit. Should be good.”

“Oh my God,” Robin shakes her head, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, “You need to get over this fantasy of being a groupie, it’ll get you killed.”

“It will not get me killed, it’s just a one-time thing, you know?” you fiddle with one of the rings Robin had gifted you a couple of years back, “Some stupid boy in a stupid band and me, just once. It’d be fun. And then it’s over.”

You shrug like it’s simple - like you’re talking about a piercing.

“Well, as long as I’m here - no stupid boy from a shitty band is getting anywhere near you,” Robin grins sardonically.

“Hey,” you stick out your bottom lip, elbowing Robin in the side, “I’m a big girl now, I can take care of myself, Rob,” then just to tease, you throw out, “Mom.”

“Don’t call me ‘Mom’,” she groans.

“Then don’t act like I need a savior,” you look away, immediately finding the gaggle of math club members staring at you.

Robin watches as you wave and giggle and they nervously return the gesture.

Robin hates to call you an airhead, but sometimes you didn’t think things through. Going to The Hideout every Tuesday in an effort to sleep with a band member, she suspected, was one of them.

“Fine, okay,” Robin doesn’t know why she puts up a fight anymore, she always gives in. Perhaps it’s just the illusion of debate - the back-and-forth - that she likes, “I’ll go. And I won’t be your little savior.”

“Okay, then!” you perk up, reaching into the collar of your cheer uniform and pulling out your half of a BFF magnet necklace.

It was your part of a heart-shaped strawberry charm. You held it out proudly and Robin, despite how much she’d pretend to hate it, couldn’t help but pull out her own half. She connects your pieces and watches you light up at the way they click.

“I’ll drive you home to drop off your shit and change,” you pause, narrowing your lashes, “And I need to borrow a shirt,” she raises a brow and you just shrug, “People dig the short cheer skirt, but the uniform top makes it a little too real.”

“Gross,” Robin shuts her locker as the minute bell shrills.

“Uber,” you bump her shoulder with yours, “‘kay, I gotta go. See ya!”

“See you later!” she sighs once you’ve left.

What shirt could she possibly lend you that you didn’t already steal?

Every cute shirt - or article of clothing period - she owned was most likely already stashed in your closet. Not that Robin necessarily minded, it isn’t like she wore those clothes very often (or at all) anyway.

Robin has no fucking clue how you and her stayed friends after elementary school. She was adopted by the Hawkins’ middle school band and you became one of their beloved cheerleaders. Your rise to popularity was swift and unmatched by even King Steve himself and even now, you haven’t fallen from your pedestal.

She assumes it’s because you, unlike most other popular kids, are actually really nice. Chrissy Cunningham is your cheer co-captain and if it weren’t for Robin, you two would be the most iconic duo since Sonny Crockett and Ricardo Tubbs.

Now, as you’re both seniors, Robin remains a band geek, and you queen of Hawkins High (if not all of Hawkins itself), and you two are still tied at the hip.

Seriously, how Robin is your little friend after X amount of years, is an absolute cold case to her, but she’s not about to give it up.

So, Robin just bites her tongue and goes to her Spanish 3-4.

“No, no, no, no,” you pause your cycling through clothes and Robin looks up from her peeling black nail polish, your head is tilted and you pull out whatever has caught your eye, “When’d you get this?”

Robin’s cheeks flush and she huffs, reaching out to rip the offending sweater from your hands, “Oh my God, just put it down!”

“No!” you whine, clutching the pink fabric to your chest, “It’s adorable. I like it.”

You hold the sweater up. Robin usually buys her clothes in bigger sizes than what she actually is, that’s why you like borrowing her clothes - it’s rare to find something of hers that won’t fit you too.

It was something you’d have to work with - just a plain pink sweater with red hearts. And it’s not like it’d go with your cheer skirt.

You throw the garment over one shoulder and move to where Robin stored the skirts she doesn’t wear anymore.

“See, this always happens,” Robin rolls her eyes, all in good fun, and leans back on her elbows, “‘Just a shirt,’” she mocks, “You’re a little thief.”

“Whatever,” you chuckle and pull out a short, black skirt, “As if you were gonna wear these.”

“It’s the principal of the matter,” Robin stands, sighing loudly and draping her arms around your shoulders.

“Okay, turn so I can change,” when she doesn’t move, you shrug, “Fine. Don’t.”

It wouldn’t be the first time Robin has ever seen you change, but it never fails to make her squawk and cover her eyes before giving up. You’d be lying if you said that her watching you change never sent a spark through you.

“What’s even your plan?” Robin tilts her head, trying her absolute damndest to keep her eyes above your collarbones, “Hook up with who? The guitarist or the singer? And then what? Just go after a painter?”

“I dunno,” you grin, “Maybe I’ll keep chasing bands. Maybe it isn’t a regular guy I want, but Eddie Munson, and now I’m just trying to fill the void,” Robin wretches dramatically, “Okay, okay. I’m kidding.”

Eddie’s nice. You don’t have a reason to dislike him, you just didn’t think he was your type beyond a quick fantasy. Not that you spend all day thinking about how he isn’t your type, mainly because if you do that then you have to confront what - or rather, who - is your type.

“What about after, though? Are you still gonna drag me around so you can screw with guys who don’t deserve you?”

“Haven’t thought much about it,” you move to look yourself over in Robin’s full body mirror, “Best friend approval?”

Robin hums as if thinking, eyes narrowing and lips pressing thinly before she ultimately nods, “Best friend approves.”

“Yay,” you cheer under your breath, grabbing your purse from her vanity and skipping over to her bedroom door, “Ready?”

She looks around as if there’s anything of importance that she could possibly be leaving behind. Everything she needs is already at the door, ready to flutter out and right into the arms of some guitarist. Or vocalist. Anyone but the drummer.

“Maybe the drummer,” you announce to Robin, parking in front of The Hideout.

“How low will you go?” she gasps, scandalized, then giggles when you shoot her a glare, “I’m just saying, bunny, it isn’t that big a deal if you go with the drummer instead of the guitarist. I bet 99% of people won’t even know who you’re talking about if you tell them who you’re with. Just saying.”

“You know what I think?”

The both of you climb out of your car and Robin tilts her head, watching as you wait to hear your doors lock.

“Hm?”

“It wouldn’t hurt you to get out there.”

Robin scoffs and you bounce up to the door, lugging it open for Robin to enter the dingy, dim, dank bar.

You see Eddie immediately and Robin hates to say how jealous it makes her when you squeal and throw yourself on him with a giggly, “hi, Eds!”

“Hey, bubble-brain,” his eyes flick to Robin, “Someone’s outta their element.”

“Huh?” you rear back and nod, “Oh! Yeah.”

Robin tries smiling at Eddie, but it comes out strained, her hands packed in her pockets and clenching tightly. Her rings indent her skin and she can feel her teeth digging into the thin stretch of skin inside her cheek.

“Hey,” you reach into her coat pocket and take her hand, “if you really don’t wanna be here, we can go.”

She considers it.

Honestly? Honestly - she’d rather be back at her house, with you. Eating ice cream with bad romcoms stuffed full of cliches she makes fun of but always cries to at the end. With you, though. It’s only worth it if it’s with you.

“I’m fine,” she looks over at the bar, then past your shoulder, “You go look for your boy toy,” her brows shoot up at Eddie, “Munson, wanna help a girl out?”

“I’d be honored,” he bows and you peck Robin’s cheek appreciatively before bounding further into the bar. Eddie is observant - it’s one of the things Robin hates most about him - and he pulls out a fake ID while staring right at her.

The bartender knows Eddie - hell, everyone in town knows Eddie - and she knows that he’s only twenty. But hey, then again, he’s twenty and it isn’t like she’s being pressed to card the people they serve anyway. Because nobody even gives a fuck.

“What’s your damage, dingus?” Robin can hear how tired she sounds but there’s no room for her to try and pretend she’s anything else, “Staring’s rude.”

Eddie orders before looking down at Robin, “I think you should get it over with and just take her home.”

“You’re crazy!” she swats his shoulder, “Also, shut up.”

Eddie finding out Robin is a lesbian was a massive accident. She didn’t know he was behind her and Steve during Ferris Bueller and kept whispering about how hot Ally Sheedy was. It was way after hours at Starcourt, how was she supposed to know anyone else was there?

But he kept her secret.

“I’m just saying,” Eddie hands over a glass ripe with condensation, “You’re gonna watch her flirt her cute little sweater off with some douche, and then you’re gonna whine and ask me to drive you home. ‘Cuz if you go with her, she’s gonna drop you off and you’ll have to walk through the door alone knowing the one you love is about to get her shit rocked.”

Robin stares down at the cocktail. If she was a little smarter, she would’ve asked what it was before taking it. It’s clear, if a little auburn. Just a tad.

She doesn’t even know what to say, “It’s my sweater. She’s ‘borrowing’ it.”

Eddie coos, pouts, and pats her head, “Poor thing. You’re so fucked.”

Robin takes a cautious sip of the cocktail and her face immediately screws up, she gags and holds the glass away as Eddie laughs, “Dude, what the hell is this?”

“Moscow mule,” he clinks his glass to hers, “Vodka. Ginger. Lime. Enjoy and don’t drink it too fast.”

“Won’t be an issue!” she huffs, watching his stupid vest’s stupid Dio back design disappear into the crowd, “Atthay assholeyay.”

She takes another sip, somehow more careful than last time, and that’s when she sees you. You’re talking up the lead singer of the other band and he’s eating it up because who wouldn’t?

You’re sweet and, yeah, simple, but you’re more than that. You’re not just a best friend, you’re her one. Her person. The Nancy to her Margaret. The burger to her fries. The Shaggy to her Scooby. You two are Wham! You stay up until midnight just to call and wish her a happy birthday. She holds back your hair and helps you out of your heels when you go overboard at your popular friends’ lame parties. You feed each other soup when the other is sick.

You try really hard. All the time. Doesn’t matter what it is. School, cheer, dressing, befriending, shopping, whatever it may be - you try like someone will die if you fail. It’s intense and admirable to her at the same time.

And right now, you’re trying really hard to get the singer to like you. Robin would bet her entire college fund that it’s working, too.

So she stays out of your way and pretends that seeing that stupid guy’s hands pet over her sweater on your body doesn’t make her silently languish.

This time, her drag of Moscow mule is longer. Stronger. And she thinks that somewhere in the back of her head, or perhaps the back of the bar, Eddie is laughing.

“They’re not good,” Robin mutters as soon as you’re back at her side.

You wrap an arm around hers, yanking her shoulder into your chest, “Yeah…” you sigh, “but he’ll do. Not like he’s gonna be my boyfriend after this or anything, so no need to pretend.”

Robin has hated every single one of your boyfriends.

“You, uh,” she swallows the marble in her throat, “you giving him a ride?”

You giggle and she groans, “Jeez, Rob, talk about forward.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she tosses her head back and when you just keep laughing, it’s almost like things are how they should be.

Then your cheek presses to hers and you nod, “You need a ride home?”

“No,” she clenches her eyes shut, “Munson said he’d give me one.”

“Aw, he’s such a sweetheart,” you pull away, one hand wrapping around hers, “Call me if you need anything, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” Robin watches you reapply her favorite gloss that you own, “Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“Impossible,” you search the crowd and wave over your beau for the night, “Seriously, though. I’m a ring away. Maybe just gimme an hour or two before you have an emergency.”

“Sure,” Robin knows she’s being curt, but it’s not like she can help it. She can, but she shouldn’t. If she talks in longer sentences then everything will come loose and all her secrets will be like a rippling wound.

Eddie hangs an arm over Robin’s shoulders and laughs in her ear, “Hmm, did I get it word for word? Or did I get it word for word? I need to be reminded.”

“Shut up and get me another, Munson,” Robin shoves her glass into his chest.

To her, boys were ugly, red, agitated zits (except maybe Steve, who was a smaller, healing zit). To you, they were momentary fun when Hawkins felt a little dry. If she wasn’t so desperately wishing she could be the boy you give a ride, then maybe she’d be happy for you.

You wait for your car’s heater to thaw at Hawkins’ chilled night air before pulling away from the bar, “Your place or mine?”

“Actually,” the singer, Robbie he’d told you, lays a hand on your thigh. Toothy grin and pink lips on display, “there’s this cute little place in the woods. Think you’d like it.”

Robin didn’t like drinking. It gave her a headache and made her stink. Made her have to sneak back into her room just to avoid her parents finding out. Made her mind somehow less aware of her words.

So she laid in bed - face down in sunset sheets and stripped to her shirt and underwear - with one hand on the bedside table phone. Her fingers were wound tight around the receiver in a wavering display of determination. She wants to call you.

Make sure you got home safe. Make sure that idiot didn’t hurt you. Make sure you’d sleep well.

But you’re probably busy, so she also wants to leave it be.

Her fingers don’t move though, and when the sheets grow too hot with her breath being shot back in her face, she angles her head to the side. Her hair falls into her eyes and over her cheeks; she can’t be bothered to fix any of it, so it remains.

Fuck it.

You said to call, right? You want her to be able to call, right? Yeah, of course, you do. Robin knows you well, and she knows you don’t say things you don’t mean.

So she picks up the receiver and her fingers fly about the numbers in muscle memory. Turning onto her back, Robin blinks up at the ceiling as the phone rings.

A few streets down, your bedroom window is still open from when you forgot to close it before school. Inside your bedroom is an egg-shell white nightstand on the side of your bed not pressed to a wall. On the nightstand is a bubblegum pink phone gifted to you by your parents. It rings once. Twice. Three times.

Robin blows a stray hair from where it’d tangled into her lashes.

Four times.

The line beeps and your family’s voicemail message plays.

She slams the receiver down and picks it back up. You usually don’t let the phone ring more than twice - even if you don’t want to take a call; you have the balls to either pick up and say so or simply pick up the phone and immediately hang up. So she dials your number again and sighs.

A handful of blocks away, there’s a forest that hides Lover’s Lake. A few miles from Lover’s Lake is Skull Rock. Against the side of Skull Rock is a young girl - you, in a torn pink sweater that wasn’t even yours - bound and screaming through a gag. You watch, wide-eyed and seconds away from pissing yourself, as Robbie unsheathes a knife, his drummer readies a printed prayer to Satan.

In your bedroom, a pretty pink phone sends its unlucky caller right back to voicemail.

Robin groans, scratching at her stomach, and lets the receiver tumble back into place.

She debates calling again. You probably aren’t even home.

You probably aren’t even home.

The thought makes her turn back onto her stomach and groan louder into her pillow.

The night is dark and cold. Robin hates the cold. It reminds her of the dead - of how her Aunt Shauna looked so pale and plastic in her casket. Young Robin made the mistake of touching Aunt Shauna’s hand and now teenage Robin has to deal with the consequences.

It’s agony.

She awakes with a shiver and looks to where her peachy curtains are dancing gently in the wind from an open window. Of which, she was sure she shut.

Robin rises from bed and yawns, one hand on the window frame and the other rubbing at her drool-crusted cheek. Just as she goes to shut the window, she sees it - right on the ledge of the frame are two big bloody handprints.

That’s when she wakes up a little more - realizes that her bedroom door was open when it’s normally shut. She hears it then, too, the rustling in her kitchen downstairs.

Someone’s inside.

Robin scurries to her closet and pulls out the bat full of nails that Steve insisted she keep for him. Her bare feet touch cold wood and her legs shake as she makes her way to the kitchen. The lighting there is limited to the bulb inside the fridge.

There’s more rustling. Things unwrapping and ripping open. Tupperware lids thrown across the tile and the sounds of something - an animal - eating straight out of the containers.

She wants to run, but her parents are upstairs and even if they don’t get along at the best of times, she’s not going to let them be attacked by… by…

There’s a sharp gasp of pain and her resolve is wavering.

Then the thing comes up, and it casts a human shadow on the wall opposite the fridge. A feminine silhouette dances across the ugly pistachio paint.

A croak. A cough. A call.

“Rob…in?”

It’s broken and pained and inhuman, but it’s your voice. Undoubtedly.

Robin’s bat clatters to the ground, just narrowly missing her feet and she runs into the kitchen.

“Holy shit,” she clasps her hands over her mouth, eyes wide at the sight of you.

You’re fully leaning against the counter, arms limp at your side and head slid against the side of the fridge. You look like hell.

You swallow, sputter, and blink at her miserably, “Robin.”

“What…” her eyes roam - sweater torn open down the middle and stomach gaping with blood and prickled flesh, shoes missing, socks ripped and stained with dirt and blood, skirt weathered to threads at the end and thighs slashed. She can’t look you in the eye, “What the fuck happened to you?”

She flies forward, hands cradling your face. She can feel her heart in her stomach and throat simultaneously.

You’re so out of it, your eyes don’t even seem to be seeing her. They stare straight through, like she’s not even there.

You smile and that’s when she sees the blood staining your teeth, it spills out between your split lips and you giggle when she gasps.

“Oh my God,” she backs away, head on a swivel to find the paper towels, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God- “

You wrap your arms around her waist, chin leaning on her shoulder and temple pressing to her cheek, “Robin…”

“Yeah,” Robin extends her arm, fingertips just brushing the paper towels, “I’m Robin - and I’m gonna get you cleaned up. Then we’re going straight to the hospital,” she stops, “Or should we go to the hospital now? We should go to the hospital now.”

“Uh-uh,” you tut, squeezing her tighter, your tone drops a little lower - how it does when you flirt, “Are you scared?”

“Scared of you?” Robin tries worming from your grasp but you’re holding too tightly, “I’m not- I could never. But we need to go, right now. You’re really hurt and I can feel you bleeding on me and you’re- “

“Good,” you coo and stumble back. There’s a rumble, you belch, and then your jaw drops open - black mucus-tar amalgamation spills out. It spots and bubbles and Robin throws herself backward - spine cracking against the doorway. Her hands clamp over her mouth to muffle the scream that rips her throat sore.

Her eyes squeeze shut and she slides down to her ass, hands covering her ears. There are tears and her chest burns and she can’t breathe. The air is too thick and she squeezes into herself, as if it’d make her physically disappear.

She starts rocking. It’s all she can do.

This is a nightmare. A nightmare. A horrible fucking dream.

When she opens her eyes, everything is the same. The fridge door is tossed wide, there’s blood smeared on her counters and floor, and the thick muck you tossed up is spreading across her floor.

But you’re missing.

Bloody footprints lead from the fridge to the where kitchen meets hallway - then vanish. Her bat is gone, too.

“What the fuck?” her eyes bubble with tears and she collapses onto her side, legs pulled tight to her chest, “What the fuck?”

The room smells like death. It’s cold. So very freezing cold.

“Hey,” you look tired, books hugged tight to your chest as you approach Robin and Dustin at her locker.

“Hey,” Robin stares. Eyes almost cartoonishly popping from her skull.

She knows what happened was real. She spent hours cleaning and scrubbing and showering. Unless that was all part of the dream.

Jesus, Hawkins was fucked up if that was passing as a mere nightmare now.

Dustin nudges her with his elbow and shakes his head, then turns to you, “Are you… feeling alright?”

“God, no,” you frown and droop into the locker beside Robin’s, “I’m breaking out and I pulled out so much hair in the shower this morning. I thought I was about to go completely bald.”

“Maybe you should go home,” Dustin leans down to see your face when your head hangs, “You really don’t look good.”

“I’m fine, Dusty,” you pat the boy’s shoulder before turning to Robin, “I think I have to cancel tonight, though,” you pout and if it were a normal day, she’d just want to make that dismal expression go away, “Gonna stay in and hope whatever this is passes.”

“Oh, yeah,” Robin looks into her locker and pulls out a random textbook, she slams the door shut and clicks the lock back into place, “No worries, just…” you looked like something from a horror movie last night, “What happened last night? After you left.”

Dustin figures this conversation isn’t for him and wanders off when he spots Eddie in the crowd - wishing you well as he goes.

You shrug and scoot closer, “Normal stuff. I mean, nothing even happened with that guy,” you shouldn’t be lying, but it isn’t like she’d believe the truth, would she? “He figured I was a virgin and when I corrected him, he - like - demanded that I bring him home.”

But you didn’t correct him. Didn’t have the time. Didn’t get the chance.

Now you’re hoping that Robin figures last night was all just a nightmare - and from the look in her eyes, you know she’s teetering on that edge.

She wants to ask, you know that. You know her. If she wasn’t so terrified of speaking last night into reality, then she would. But asking would make it real. Outside of the gates and monsters and girls with telekinesis, Hawkins was normal and there was a certain level of abnormality that a person could take before they snapped.

And you and Robin both knew that this was just outside her limit. So she doesn’t ask and you don’t tell.

Instead, you yawn and shake your head to keep yourself awake, “Anyway, I gotta go to Mr. Peters’ math. See ya later?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, though. Her lip balm tints her lips a soft red and you like the way it looks. She accepts the kiss you press to her cheek, “See you later.”

In the meantime, you catch Sully Vacks outside of your shared first period. You drag him away from the door by the sleeve of his varsity jacket.

He looks at you weirdly and you already know it’s more about your lack of makeup than the fact you’re a living zombie wanting to take him somewhere private. Well, private-ish.

Sully isn’t a nice person. He dated your fellow cheerleader, Stacey Bennett, for a while and you knew firsthand about the explicit polaroid pictures he’d taken of her without her permission. And you knew secondhand how he shared them with the football team.

You can justify this to yourself. To what remains of your conscience.

“Do you have any plans later?” you tilt your head and gently run a finger over his bicep, “If not, I was thinking maybe we could… hang out?”

You put on the show of what boys like and you watch, half there and half out of control, as he dumbly falls into your line.

But you remember how much he hurt Stacey, and you can imagine she isn’t the first (or last) girl he’s hurt. So you decide that you can justify this meal to yourself.

Like a cheat day - he practically doesn’t even count.

“So,” Sully’s brows draw tight as he looks up at Skull Rock, “you bring all the boys here?” then he looks at you, “Or am I special?”

You simper and loop your arms around his neck, “Which do you prefer?”

“I like to think I’m special,” he leans down, nose nudging yours.

You nod slowly, “You’re very special, Sully.”

He practically collapses into your kiss and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t amusing how desperate he was. Your hands settle over his chest, then sink lower, lower, lower until your fingers are grazing under his shirt.

“Is this okay?” you whisper against his lips, watching your work through your lashes.

Sully’s breath stutters before he nods, “More than okay.”

Your nails scrape his stomach, just enough to be there without hurting, “Good.”

Prey should be at ease before they die and prey should die quickly - it’s inhumane otherwise.

And the news spreads as Robin gets out of the double doors after the final school bell rings.

“Did you hear what happened?” Steve is glaring right at Robin, “No, I am not letting you walk home. Get in the damn car.”

“Steve,” Robin sighs, “how’d you even know I needed a ride? You stalking me now?”

He gives her a pointed look and she relents, throwing open the passenger door of his BMW and climbing in.

“I didn’t know you needed a ride but I wanted to make sure,” his brows furrow as he continues to wait outside the school, “Also heard your little girlfriend wasn’t feeling well.”

“She’s not- “ Robin smiles at the thought though and the retort dies under her tongue, “Also, what happened?”

“You didn’t hear?”

“Obviously not, dingus.”

“That varsity kid - Vacks? He…” Steve sounds winded, he worries his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes wide, “His torso was torn open. Literally. Apparently, it looked like something was eating him.”

“Oh my God,” Robin’s hands fly over her mouth, slowly lowering for her to ask, “Do they know what did it?”

“‘What’?” Steve shakes his head, “No. That’s the weirdest part. It wasn’t like a wild animal did because it wasn’t those wounds that killed him,” Robin tilts her head. Steve looks out at the double doors and honks when some of his kids pile out, “Something snapped his neck. He died fuckin’ instantly.”

He puts up a finger to preemptively shush Robin as Dustin leans into the driver-side window.

“What?”

Steve nudges his head toward the backseats, “Get in.”

“No way,” Mike folds his arms, “We have to get Will and go to Hellfire tonight, we can’t just skip it.”

“Eddie will literally kill us,” Lucas tacks on.

“I can name something else that will literally, actually kill you,” Robin pipes up, earning a glare from Steve.

Mike and Lucas come closer to the car and Steve can practically see their hearts in their throats.

“It doesn’t look good,” Steve sets both hands on the wheel, “We don’t know what did it, but… Sully Vacks was more or less turned into a Thanksgiving dinner.”

“‘Don’t know what did it,’” Lucas shakes his head, “Yes, we do! Obviously, we do!”

Steve spots Max in the throng of people exiting Hawkins High, “No. Hopper said it didn’t look like anything we’ve seen, but I don’t want to rule it out entirely,” he drags a hand down his face and briefly wonders when his gray hairs will grow in, “Ask Mad Max if she needs a ride, will you?”

“There won’t be enough room,” Mike points out.

“Then we’ll deal with it,” Steve grumbles, “Someone sits on a lap. I don’t care, you’re not staying late and I’m making sure you little shits get home.”

“I’ll go talk to her,” Lucas backs away, jogging over to where his girlfriend is sitting on the curb, fiddling with her walkman.

“How the hell did you even hear about this?” Dustin stands straight.

Steve rolls his eyes, “I may or may not have gotten a call that I legally can’t admit to,” his gaze darts between the boys to Robin, “From someone that may or may not have been Hopper.”

“Is El with him?” Mike asks, and Steve hates to see the way his face deconstructs in worry.

“Yeah, she’s with him,” Steve waves them off, “Go get Will and come right back. Do you hear me?” when they walk away with no confirmation, he shouts out the window, “I’ll hunt you all down, I’m not kidding!”

“You’re a regular Mama Bear, Steve,” Robin throws her head back against the rest, mind flooding with thoughts of you. More specifically, if your sudden change has anything to do with the possibility of the Upside Down being open again.

“These kids have seen too much,” Steve grips the steering wheel as Lucas approaches his car, “If possible, I want them as out of this whole thing as possible. If it’s even a thing,” his shoulders are tense and his mouth is distastefully dry, “Hopefully it’s just some psycho.”

But he doubts it.

Lucas leans down, one eye closed when the sun hits it dead on, “Max says Eddie can give her a ride. I’ll hitch with them, too, so your car’s not crowded.”

“Alright,” Steve nods, “Radio in when you’re home. Tell Max, too. I want to know you two are safe.”

“Yes, Mom,” Lucas rolls his eyes, waving off Robin as he walks away.

Will, Dustin, and Mike come upon the BMW. Will shakes his head vehemently, his hand brushes the back of his neck and he continues shaking his head.

Robin takes note of how at ease Will’s body is. As if everything, aside from this new paranoia, was totally fine.

Maybe this isn’t the work of the Upside Down. Which would usually be good - great, even - but it would raise more questions than it answered.

Who slaughtered Sully? Why would they do it? Why were you so suddenly ill? And what the fuck kind of dream did Robin have last night?

The Upside Down was officially ruled out as an option to the spectacle of violence when neither Eleven nor Will felt that it was open. Things were… safe.

You’re just glad Robin excused you from the meeting, on account of you being “sick”, before you could even hear about it. You don’t know how long and how hard you can lie, but you don’t plan on testing it out.

You give it a couple days before you return to Robin’s side at school.

And a good sum of weeks before forcing the whole thing out of your head.

Books hugged to your chest and preppy little cheer uniform on in eager wait for the pep rally and game later, you bounce up to Robin and slap a hand on her shoulder, “Boo!”

She gasps and jumps and glares when she realizes it’s only you, “You’re evil.”

“You’re just easy to scare,” you move and lean against the locker next to hers, “So…”

“So…?” she shuffles a couple books around, then flips down the cover to a mirror plastered on her locker door, peering into the glass.

“Prom is coming up,” you lean in close, grinning as she flounders for lipstick.

“Yeah, in two weeks,” she shrugs, “I know your schedule of tryouts for people to be your date is usually packed, but I am not so lucky.”

You roll your eyes and pull a garnet red lipstick from your bag, handing it to her over her shoulder, “I can only go with the people the general population would approve of, so that sucks.”

It was true, you couldn’t bring a girl to prom in the way Robin couldn’t. Unless it was as friends. But everyone knew that if you brought someone to prom as a friend, then you couldn’t dance the way you would want to dance with your date.

Except Robin, but that was more cowardice to confess than anything else.

“We could just go together?” you watch her apply your lipstick and you can hardly find it in yourself to tear your eyes away.

“Nah,” she sighs and caps the tube, “I don’t wanna screw up your chances of being prom queen.”

“Aw, don’t say that,” you accept the lipstick she holds out and replace it in your bag, “You wouldn’t mess up my chances. And it’s not like prom queen is that big a deal to me, you of all people should know that.”

“But this is our senior prom, if you didn’t win then I know you’d be bummed,” Robin shuts her locker and leans back against it. Her face dangles in front of yours like a carrot on a stick, “I might just make Steve bring me.”

“Ew,” your head thunks back on the metal, “I have no idea who I’m going with. All the boys here suck.”

“Are you just realizing?”

You shove her shoulder and huff while she laughs, “As true as that is, I can’t have my judgment mocked.”

“Oh, of course,” she shakes her head, “I’m so sorry, your highness.”

“I forgive you.”

Robin mocks a curtsy and swings her bag over her shoulder.

Things between you and Robin are different. You feel like she knows and she feels like you should know.

Over the same night, with two perspectives, you two are bound into different corners of the same room.

You want to tell her. You want help, you’re tired of fighting whatever it is inside you that tells you to feed. But you don’t want to drag anybody else into this - both for their safety, and yours. If you assume wrong, and there’s no way to help this curse, then you’re already dead.

Robin wants to tell you about her terrifying dream. Or at least, she’s decided it was a dream. She feels like you have a right to know, but you don’t. And also, what a peculiar thing it would be - to tell you about it. You weren’t even acting like yourself, it’d be childish to hold it against you. It is childish to hold it against you.

But there’s a pit in her gut no matter how badly she tries to shake it off.

“Wanna watch a movie together later?” but you’re so sweet and she adores you so much.

“Uh, sure, yeah,” Robin looks up at the ceiling as if it would tell her what’s in stock at Family Video, “Anything specific?”

You hum as you think and she’s always found that adorable about you, “Something cute. I don’t wanna think too hard after what happened.”

“I got you,” she promises, “I’ll get a great movie. No thinking required.”

“Awesome,” you stop outside Mr. Peters’ room, “Alright, I’ll see you at lunch, right?”

“Definitely,” she punches your shoulder, “as long as you remember where the band table is.”

“I remember, I remember,” you swat her hand away and set a hand on the doorknob, “See ya!”

Robin nods dumbly, grinning lovestruck as she waves, “See you later.”

Fifth hour is a mixed bundle.

On one hand, your lab partner is Robin! That’s exciting. On the other, your teacher is Mr. Gordon Vacks. Sully’s father. That’s exhausting.

You wonder, though, if he’d be pressing people to bring justice if he knew what his son was doing with explicit polaroids he took and showed without permission.

Would he even care?

Probably not.

You discovered at a young age that most fathers don’t care what their sons do as long as they can brag to their friends how smart or strong or funny he is.

It might be unfair to lump Mr. Vacks in with such a crowd, but you have yet to be proven wrong (aside from Wayne Munson, he was more of a father than most biological dads in your opinion).

Another study day is laid upon the students. Another day for Mr. Vacks to spend grilling teenagers about if they saw anything, what they heard, where they were, and whatnot without having to worry about actually lecturing.

There’s a sick, twisted glee trapped between the rungs of your ribs every time he mentions his son. It’s bizarre and you don’t like it, but there’s something undeniable about it.

Your hand pressed to your mouth just to hide your growing smile, you act like you’re reading from the study guide while he speaks with Trinity Liú about Sully’s death. She last saw him with Jason Carver.

Good.

A paper pricks the side of your arm and you jump slightly, calming when you see Robin trying not to laugh at you.

You roll your eyes and take the paper.

ouyay okayyay?

“Pig Latin, really?” you whisper and she shrugs, trying not to giggle while you translate.

You pass the paper back.

fine. just worried i guess

As if.

Sully was a bastard.

But did he deserve to die?

Duh. He was awful. He was only going to hurt more people.

Well yeah, but did he deserve to actually die?

Did he?

You’re not so sure anymore. It makes you sick.

Robin passes the paper back.

ouyay ooklay icksay

Huffing, your reply is quick.

write like a normal person

She concedes and crosses out her previous statement. Replacing it.

you look sick

Are you sick because of your cracking mind? Or is it because you’re growing hungry?

You tilt your head and shrug.

i’m fine

Liar.

Though, now that you think about it. It’s been a good month of peace since Sully had to die, and now - you hate to admit it - you do feel weaker. You got a paper cut after feeding last month and it healed instantly.

You look down at your hands now, where you cut yourself removing a staple in homeroom, and it’s still a fine line of puckered, dying skin.

“You can tell me anything,” she whispers.

Not this. Robin doesn’t want to know this - she doesn’t have to know this.

Your eyes flip across the room. Past Robin. Past Trinity. Onto Andy - one of Jason’s best friends. He hasn’t done anything to you other than be annoying, but you know he bullies your friends.

Well, Eddie’s friends that are your friends by association. And the freshmen, who you insist are your friends.

Robin leans forward, brows knit tightly and lips pursed, “What’s wrong? Seriously, you’re being weird.”

“I’m fine, Rob,” she doesn’t look convinced. Not at all, and you don’t blame her. Your hand finds hers under the table and you squeeze, “Really. I’m okay.”

She doesn’t let go of your hand, and you don’t let go of hers.

Robin hates this feeling. She hates distrusting you. She hates feeling like you’re lying - because that’s not you.

You're her best friend. You’re more. You’re her one. Her person.

“I’m here for you,” it's the last ditch.

You nod, “Thanks, but really. ‘m okay.”

And it falls through.

She hates distrusting you.

When the bell rings, you’re quicker than her to pack up. You rush after Andy and she can’t surmise why. You have never liked Andy, never so much as muttered about how he was even cute. Robin wishes she could just look inside your head and see what’s wrong.

Why’re you acting like this?

Or is she being paranoid?

She hates this.

Robin chooses to stay on the sidelines when she sees you pouring the sugar over Andy. She won’t tie you down when you two aren’t even dating, but there’s no chance she’s going to sit there and listen to you hook up a date.

Eventually, you’re back at her side, “Sorry. Had to make plans for tomorrow.”

“You can…” she sighs, “you can go tonight, if you want.”

“I don’t.”

“You sure?”

“Duh.”

It doesn’t fix what’s between you two - whether you’re hiding something or she’s paranoid - but it makes her beam. Pride and joy and love.

Movie nights are simple and easy.

This movie night is different.

You look awful - dried, bumpy skin and heavy bags under your bloodshot eyes. She doesn’t say anything, though.

“Okay,” Robin stands in front of your TV, holding up three videos, “We have: Sixteen Candles, Footloose, and Flashdance.”

“Uhm,” you wet your dried, cracked lips that persisted no matter how much balm you applied, blinking hazily, “Sixteen Candles.”

“Sucker for Ringwald,” she ‘tsk’s but pops the movie in all the same.

“Says the one who liked Vickie McNulty, that girl’s a carbon copy of Molly Ringwald. Have you seen Pretty in Pink yet? They’re the exact same.”

“Yeah, and I liked her. Past tense,” Robin emphasizes, returning to her rightful place beside you on the couch. She tosses an arm over the back and you drag yourself into the open space of her side.

Robin is warm while you shiver. Your skin is cold - like death. Like Aunt Shauna. She tries not to let it show and brings a family favorite throw blanket over the two of you.

Your eyes are already beginning to flutter shut and Robin can’t help but grin. There’s an adorable quality about you - no matter how tired or sick you look, there’s something in the air around you. Sunshine and bubblegum and a BFF necklace in the shape of a strawberry heart hidden beneath your shirt collar.

Robin checks the clock. The game isn’t for another two hours, she can let you sleep awhile.

But then you’re pawing at her shoulders, lips pouting and eyes pleading. The tactics you usually bulldoze through are now lathering thick over her like cement.

“What, uh,” she blanches, hands coming to entwine with yours, “what’re you doing?”

“Hm?” you simper, for real this time, “Playing.”

“Playing?” she quirks a brow.

You nod, leaning up to kiss her cheek again, but this time it’s different. No more friends and no more giggles. This is want.

Need.

You feel foggy, though. Like your actions aren’t yours and when you realize what’s coming, you also realize that they aren’t.

And when Robin’s caged beneath you on the couch, you’re entirely out of control.

The hunger is just a little too strong.

It’s need that makes you lean down - lips pressing to hers.

It’s want that makes her reciprocate.

Her hands are on your sides and you feel something burn at your skin. It's sparkling. Sensual and smooth. Robin keens into your lips and you feel a little better than before.

But Robin’s brows furrow and she pulls back.

She wants this, but it feels odd.

You don’t feel like you and this isn’t how she wants this to go down. But she also doesn’t want to outright reject you. So she settles for the middle.

A cowardly, stupid middle.

“Maybe not now,” she whispers, eyes avoiding yours.

You jump off of her and nod. You press your lips to gather the lasting taste of Robin’s watermelon chapstick, and you notice your lips are pillowy instead of rough. Your skin feels fuller. Firmer.

You think Robin notices by the way she stares at you. You look down at where you cut yourself removing that damned staple.

Completely healed.

“You can…” Robin clears her throat, “see him. If you want.”

You have to. You know that.

And rather than assume Robin is just conflicted, you accept this as rejection. Because what in God’s name would it be otherwise?

“Right,” you have a little under two hours until the game, “Right. Sure.”

“Sorry- “ Robin stands, hands outstretched for you when you begin walking away.

“It’s okay, Rob,” you pull on your shoes, head too full of thoughts about the next meal to even begin conceptualizing the fact that the girl you love is directly turning you away, “I’ll see you at the game.”

“See you at the game,” she wrings her hands, already regretting her decision, “Things don’t… they don’t have to change.”

“Yeah,” you pause before you leave, leaning over to press a cautious kiss to her cheek, “Bye, bye.”

“Bye,” she waves.

Why did she do that?

It felt wrong. Not the same kind of wrong in how it would if you had been high or drunk, but also not entirely different. It was like something was moving for you. She’s known you for a long time. She’s seen you - studied your movements and mannerisms and she knows how you behave.

She’s not being paranoid, there is something wrong and she’s convinced that the “nightmare” wasn’t a nightmare at all.

So why isn’t she stopping you from visiting Andy?

You wouldn’t hurt Andy. You’re a sweetheart, you wouldn’t. Bizarre happenings or not.

Robin doesn’t know what to do, so she calls Steve. Stupidly.

“What would you do if I told you someone was off?”

A few streets away, you’ve already got Andy on his knees at an abandoned construction site. You’re trying to think of things he’s said before. Things he’s done. Anything to justify this.

“Your girlfriend? Yeah, the whole group knows she’s been off her rocker lately.”

He’s pressing strangely kind kisses up your thigh as you wind a hand in his hair. It makes you salivate in sick and hunger all at once.

“She’s not my- ! Whatever, I’m just saying. I’m worried. I know we agreed that the Upside Down isn’t open but… I dunno. What if they were wrong?”

You kneel down to Andy’s level. You cup his cheeks in your hands - gentle and tender and loving. You bat your lashes and his lips quirk upwards.

“I guess. Maybe it took a new host?”

Your hands wretch his head. Sharp and quick. Prey shouldn’t suffer - it’s inhumane.

“Maybe. We shouldn’t mention this, huh?”

You feel disgusted. Just until your stomach growls and the hunger grows. No longer can you sustain yourself on watermelon kisses and sun-bleached hair and pretty freckles.

“Probably not. That sounds like a one-way ticket and I don’t think we’re ready to use it yet.”

There’s nothing you can think of. Not that you’re thinking while you eat. If you think while you eat then you have to present, and if you’re present while you eat - you think you might go completely mad.

“Right. I gotta go get ready for the game. I’ll talk to you later, Hair.”

Before he can get out a “don’t call me that!” Robin hangs up. There’s a dagger in her gut and she can only rub at the ache building behind her eyes - it’s overwhelming. It crashes over her - unlike the ocean as it fails to build. More like a firework, sudden and unforgiving. Bright. Loud.

It hurts.

Robin wanders to her room and tries to fight off the urge to check if her bat is there. She hasn’t looked out of fear. If it’s still missing…

She doesn’t even want to think about it, so she doesn’t. She thrives in blissful, selected ignorance. But a glance outside her bedroom window, still unclean of blood and split open, shows your car left on the curb. Abandoned. Not even the cherry charm you keep hanging on your rearview mirror is swinging. Completely untouched.

Robin, foolishly, saves her concerns until homecoming that night.

“Hey! Someone’s lookin’ better!”

You turn at the coo and smile sunshine bright at your favorite drug pusher, “Hey, Eds!” you wave him over with a pom-pom, “Thought games weren’t your thing?”

“They aren’t, but post-game athletes in need of recreational fun,” Eddie holds up his black lunchbox and jingles it in front of your face, “they are.”

Humming, you look over his shoulder to where the Hawkins band is lining up in front of the bleachers. Lips pressing and head tilting.

There should be enough time, and it’s not like you’ll have any fun with anybody else. Besides, if you go to prom with Eddie and Robin brings Steve - it’ll be a friendly reunion. A nice reunion. There should be enough time between feeds.

Your face falls.

Jason’s running around the gym. He asks basketball players, cheerleaders, teachers, band members, and stray students alike. Where’s Andy? Where’s Andy? Where’s Andy?

“Hey,” Eddie settles a hand on your shoulder, face gentle but prodding, “you good, bubble-brain?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, airy and tired, eyes fluttery, “Sorry. Just, uhm, worried. I guess. Nobody can find Andy.”

Eddie shrugs and purses his lips, as if he has no idea why that might be alarming, “Probably fucking off somewhere. ‘s gonna work out. He’ll be here.”

Robin bursts through the doors with Steve hot on her tail, she searches for something. Someone. You.

She grins despite the saran wrap bundled relationship you’re sharing and rushes to you. A keyring is looped around her finger, fitted with three keys - each one with a different fruit painted onto it - and a fluffy pink and white ball charm. Robin presses the keys into your chest, hand lingering just long enough for you to cage her hand there with yours.

Your heart thunders and you wonder if Robin can feel it. You wonder if she knows why.

“You left these at my house,” Robin mutters, eyes staying on your glossed lips just a little too long for a friend - for a girl, “along with your car,” her voice is a little raspier than usual, you like it, “You should really keep better track of your things.”

“Right, sorry,” you release her hand and hand the keys to Eddie, “I’ll pick it up tomorrow morning. I’m kinda… tired.”

“Of course,” Robin nods shortly, then takes you by the arm and drags you away from the boys, “Look, bunny, something is definitely up. And- and don’t. Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely…” she laughs, hollow, “I’m into you, that way. I like you, like, a lot. I think I’m crazy for you, actually. Just- I wanna get this all figured out before we start anything.”

Nothing will ever be figured out. Not really, anyway.

But you nod slowly because you don’t know how much longer you have to be with her like this.

“I get it, Rob,” you reach out and clench her hand, squeezing with a saccharine smile, “‘m still gonna flirt with you.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she grins, bottom lip tugging between her teeth.

You’re not dumb - lots of people think you are, but you aren’t. You know that the demon sleeping inside you was satiated by Robin’s touch and you now choose to keep that in your back pocket.

You’ve never gotten full off of mere touch, so the fact it happened with Robin will be a last-ditch effort. A just in case. For the worst scenario. You don’t want her in this more than she has to be. If she has to be at all.

You leave her side, prancing off to the line of cheerleaders in front of the bleachers.

Robin watches, face screwed in wonder. She’s not dumb, either. She can hear Jason asking where Andy is. She knows you were more than likely the last person to see him alive. She knows something’s wrong.

Upside Down host or not, you’re you now. That’s unmistakable.

She watches from the band section as you cheer with the others. It’s you. She can feel it. There are times where she can’t. Where she senses something else. Something off. Like a store-brand coffee or a cheap copy of a dress.

Sometimes it’s you. Sometimes it’s a mix. Sometimes, rarely, it’s that dread from before. When you were keeping her down, she felt it. Darker. Twisted. A thick rainstorm, a deathly hurricane that smothers the sunshine.

But now, as you cheer on the Tigers and subtly wave to her with your sparkly green-and-yellow pom-pom - she knows you’re you. Undeniably and absolutely revocably you.

...

“Thanks again, Eds,” you’re in Eddie’s passenger seat by the end of the night. Your feet kick up onto the dashboard and twirl the ring Robin gave you around your finger, “So, how much did you make tonight?”

“You know, you’re lucky you’re cute,” Eddie pops you in the thigh with the back of his hand, “And I made a shitload. Haven’t counted it all yet, but - it was a lot. Not that you’re seeing any.”

“Aww,” you lean over the center console, pouting dramatically, “you’re so mean.”

“Go tell your girlfriend about it,” he smiles at you. Big and fake and dumb.

“Oh, you know what- “ you fold your arms, lashes narrowing at the metalhead. Then, your eyes go lax and hands fall into your lap, fingers now picking at a peeling edge of cotton candy tinted nails, “Do you really think she likes me?”

“You two are so oblivious.”

“Well, I mean, I know she does, it’s just…” you look out your window, watching trees skim past the skyline, “I dunno. Maybe it’s the childhood friends effect.”

“I’m gonna lose my mind,” Eddie shakes his head, eyes lingering on your side profile for just a second longer, “I feel like I’m listening to a bad rom-com,” when you stay silent, he sighs. Over-the-top and thoroughly done, “Even if it is the childhood friends effect, it’s still there, right? You two are still into each other.”

“Yeah.”

But for how long?

How long can you hold yourself together?

“Wanna go to prom?” your voice is a little too distant, a little too caught up in your own thoughts, “I mean, I’ll be with Robin, but we need someone to bring us and I figure you’re going anyway.”

You gesture to the backseat of the van where Eddie’s black, metal lunchbox has been tossed - originally onto the seat but it tumbled to the floor as soon as Eddie started driving. He should really get his driving under control.

“Wow, just call me a chariot next time,” Eddie mumbles, hands knocking on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the radio, “Sure, I’ll take you.”

“Great!” you punch the ceiling of his van, quickly earning yourself a glare that could kill, “Thanks a lot, Eds.”

“Mhm,” he slams to a stop in front of your house and holds up a fist, “Don’t get killed by whatever thing is hunting hot teenagers, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you hope your voice doesn’t shake too much, hope your giggle isn’t too nervous, “You either, ‘kay?”

When you bump your knuckles with his, Eddie then moves to twirl his hair - voice drawling up comically higher to supposedly mimic you, “‘kay!”

“Oh, get a hobby,” you roll your eyes and hop out of the van, “Drive safe!”

“Never!” he shouts through the window, honking twice and speeding away.

You jump at the sound and flip Eddie off as he drives, fully knowing he may not even see it.

A few streets away, Robin is laid back in her bed. Eyes on the ceiling. She feels like she could call. Surely, you’re home. But the idea makes her sick - so she shuts her eyes and lets the thought die.

Her room is so cold.

Grossly so.

Robin doesn’t know how much time passes, but eventually, she falls into a fitful rest on top of her comforters. Cold and restless. Cold and unwelcome.

…

You’ve always been a firm believer that hell is just the day of prom. Over and over again. Even before recent developments that left you exhausted and drier than a bag of prunes without a good feed.

It’s a day chock full of last-minute promposals and athlete douchebags trying to somehow act too cool whilst begging you and your fellow cheerleaders to go with them. The begging is in subtext, but it happens nonetheless.

“You should probably skip that meeting with Ms. Moora,” Robin leans into you, watching as your gentle hands rub your temples, “Don’t look so good, bunny.”

“Yeah, I know,” you’re quiet, eyes scrunched at the volume of the cafeteria, “I feel like hell.”

Robin purses her lips, nodding while taking one of your hands and squeezing it, “Are you gonna be okay to drive?”

You sigh. Shrug.

“Yeah…”

You don’t have much of a choice.

Robin visibly cringes, “I dunno, you can barely keep your eyes open.”

“I’ll be fine, Rob,” you huff, ripping away your hand to cover your eyes, “Sorry. I just. I don’t feel good.”

“I figure,” she laughs dryly, the glee dropping from her face just as quickly as it’d arrived, “Sorry, I’m only worried. You’ve been acting really weird lately, and with the… you know, everything going on. I have a bad feeling.”

“I’m fine, Robin,” you groan and lean back, head tilting towards the ceiling, “Really.”

“But how do we know?”

“The only victims have been boys, right? That’s gotta mean something.”

“Well, yeah, but still. Don’t you care?”

“About a couple douchebag athlete dickheads getting ripped open? No, not really.”

Robin pulls back, eyes wide, “What?”

You pry your hands down from your face, giving the confused Robin a once over, “What?”

“Dude,” Robin shakes her head, “how could you say that?”

Robin wasn’t ever a fan of the Hawkins’ meatheads, but there’s something about the venom with which you said such a thing. The way you’re so apathetic. It’s not you.

“It’s just…” you toss your hands up, “boys! Stupid, asshole boys. What does it even matter? There are a thousand other jocks just like them.”

“Okay,” Robin guffaws in disbelief, “but this isn’t like you. They’re still people. You just… I don’t- “

“People change, Robin,” you rub your cheek and groan at how dry it feels, your stomach stinging with emptiness, “It’s totally not a big deal.”

“Are you sure?” Robin furrows her brows at you, “I don’t like this change.”

“Well,” you stop yourself.

You cover your mouth as your brain finally catches up to what you just said. What the fuck did you just say?

“I don’t…” you blink, slow and tired, dazed and confused, “I’m sorry- I don’t know why I said that…” Robin leans down to lock eyes with you, taking your hands in hers, “Any of it. I don’t know why I said any of it.”

Robin cups your cheek, gently rubbing a thumb over your cheekbone, “I think you should have your parents call you out of school.”

Your cheeks are sullen and eyes sunken. You look dead.

Something in the back of Robin’s head whispers. Aunt Shauna.

“They’re both at work,” you run a hand over your face, frowning as you pull the hand away, “I could probably just leave now.”

“Will you be okay to drive?” you stand, pressing Robin down by the shoulders when she tries following.

“I can ask Eds, he doesn’t plan on coming back after his stupid lunch deals,” you nudge your head towards the Hellfire table - noticeably lacking in a boisterous leader.

“Alright,” Robin chews her bottom lip, reaching under the collar of her Jem and the Holograms T-shirt, “Hey.”

She holds up her half of a strawberry heart BFF necklace.

You smile, earnest but exasperated, and pull out your own half of the necklace - bending down to click it in place with hers.

“We’ll be okay, right?” Robin wants to go back.

Before your stupid band and before Sully Vacks got killed.

But you lie.

“Yeah, we’ll be okay,” you kiss her cheek, leaving it faintly red in your lipstick’s stain, “See ya.”

“See you later,” she can’t help but feel like there’s something missing.

Torn out and shredded.

You find Eddie at his infamous picnic table in the woods, finishing up a deal with Stacey Bennett. Excitedly, he waves you over.

“The queen of Hawkins High! How can I help you?”

“Can you give me a ride home on your way out?” you sit next to Eddie and plop your head on his shoulder, “I feel like slush.”

“Aw,” he pouts, packing up his lunchbox of drugs, “muck, even?”

“Mucus, actually,” you giggle when he gasps, apparently horrified.

“Alright, get her started for me,” Eddie hands over his keys, and you grin, jangling them as you skip off to his prized van.

Robin can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right.

It persists even as she gets a ride home from Steve. Even as she gets in her pantsuit for prom. Even as she applies her makeup. It burns, eating at the fraying edges of her brain. Or what’s left of it, at least.

A few streets away, you slam your window shut and shake your head at how long you must’ve left it open. No wonder your room is practically freezing cold. That’s it.

You turn back towards your open closet and pull down the dress you’d picked out with Robin mere days ago. It’s a salmon pink affair to go with her baby pink pantsuit. Eddie will be in his usual attire with the addition of a blazer and aggressively neon pink tie. You hear Steve bought a hideously Barbie pink suit because he lost a bet to Robin.

It’s a beautiful dress. Dips and hugs where you want it to - lacing on the skirt (which falls to your ankles perfectly).

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Absent eyes. Irritated skin. Lips chapped. You look ill. So unlike yourself that it’s hard to believe this face was ever yours. You can’t stop staring, though.

It’s odd.

It’s you.

You’re hungry.

Just to punctuate the damn thing, your stomach rumbles - your head feels light and for a split second, you can’t see. You stumble, one hand flying out to catch yourself on the vanity and the other clutching your dress.

You wish you never went to The Hideout.

You need to feed quickly. You don’t want to think about the people you’d be hurting. Your friends. Robin. Last time was too close a call, you can’t possibly risk it again.

A sharpness hits your gut like you’ve been pierced, you whine and fall to your knees. Your mouth runs dry and you can feel your muscles twitch.

You need to feed quickly.

Eddie had a crush on you last year - you know that. You feel bad because you like Eddie as a friend and want him happy, but that can never be you. Something inside you, though, can’t stop thinking about it.

The way he looked at you. How he’d bend over backwards for you. How he still lets you put your heel-clad feet on the dashboard of his van.

“Hey, pull up here,” you’ve got half of a BFF necklace pulled up to your chin, pressing the cold metal against your skin.

Eddie concedes, looking over at you, “Alright, bubble-brain, what’s going on up here?”

He pokes your temple twice before you catch his hand - he laughs when you glare.

“Wanna check out the abandoned pool house?” you nudge your head in the direction of the aforementioned pool house. Moss bitten and vine slathered. It’s cracking the higher you look and kids like to dare each other to go inside on Halloween.

“Mmm, I dunno,” Eddie rests his elbow on the center console, chin digging into the meat of his palm, “We sort of have somewhere to be.”

“So?” you lean forward, nose at his cheek, grinning when he flushes, “C’mon, there’s fun to be had before prom.”

He backs away, arms folding. He’s trying to smile like this is lighthearted, like he isn’t half considering it and half afraid of you laughing in his face.

“What about Robin?” his brows furrow. Tongue pressed to cheek.

“What about Robin?” you run the half-heart charm over your lip.

“No,” Eddie laughs again, but he’s breathless, “You- no. No way.”

“Eds,” you puff out your bottom lip, “Eds.”

“No,” he’s firmer this time, “Alright, we can check out the pool house, but nothing is happening, do you understand? I don’t know what the fuck your problem is right now, but you’re being weird.”

“Nothing’s my problem,” you roll your eyes and hop out of his van, speaking before shutting the door, “Now, let’s go before we’re late.”

Eddie watches you cross the yard, you stop before the door and turn back to him. Calling and waving your hand impatiently. He reaches into his glove box and pulls out a walkie-talkie Dustin forced him to start carrying (not that he knows why, but when it comes to Henderson, it’s easier to simply go with it). He keys into the proper signal before calling out.

“Harrington? Come in, Harrington. I know you like dressing yourself up, but this is gonna be important.”

…

Robin looks at the walkie, then where Steve is still in his bathroom - eyes narrowed at his reflection and fingers burying in his hair every two seconds.

“Hello,” the ‘o’ is stretched out, “pretty boy, I’ve got serious shit going on.”

It’s Eddie. Robin might not be allowed to get into Steve’s shit, but this seems like a fine exception. So she grabs the walkie off Steve’s desk and tunes in.

“Eddie? It’s Robin, what’s going on?”

“Your girl is actin’ fucking weird. We’re stopped at the pool house. I think you two should hurry here before she decides to leave.”

Robin drops the walkie and darts out of Steve’s room. If she was thinking a little more clearly, a little less pressed for time, a little smarter - she would’ve dragged Steve to his car.

But she’s got that bad feeling and Eddie might be in trouble and you might be the cause.

She fucking knew she wasn’t paranoid. She knew something was wrong.

You were the last person to talk to Andy, and she knew that and she kept quiet because she didn’t want to be wrong. No, she wouldn’t have been wrong - she knows that now and she knew that then. She just didn’t want you getting caught.

There has to be something else. There’s no other option.

Her feet ache in the platformed dress shoes she stuffed herself into - but she doesn’t stop running. Her lungs are fucking burning and her legs are screaming at her to stop.

Something told her it was wrong. She saw you at the end of the hall - she saw you grab Sully’s sleeve and she could feel it when you trapped her against the couch. You looked like she’d never seen you - like you were twisted. Inverted and crushed and ground up and spat back out. No life. No warmth.

She should’ve listened to the whispers.

Aunt Shauna.

You’re not you. You’re not human.

…

“I’m telling you right now, bubble-brain, if you don’t let go - I might think you’re gonna try something.”

“Hm? And if I do?”

“I already told you, nothing’s happening.”

Your hands have found a place on Eddie’s sides, he can feel your nails through his layers of clothes. Your face pressed to his back.

“No fun,” you pout. Your stomach growls - stronger, louder, more vicious. You pry yourself away to clutch at your tummy, “God- fuck-!”

Eddie turns, eyes wide, “Are you…” his hands hover just above your shoulders, “What’s wrong?”

“Hungry…” you collapse into his chest, forehead pressing into his neck, “So hungry, Eds. ‘m so weak. Can barely fight.”

“The hell’re you fighting?” he tries laughing, really tries, “I doubt it’s that serious, bubble-brain.”

“Can you help me?” your jaw feels loose. Hanging by a string of muscle, the bones detached. Tongue dry and numb and gut clenching, “You’re a good friend, right? You care about me? We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Of course, we are,” he pulls you back by the shoulders and if you were just a little stronger then maybe you could’ve broken away like you did with Robin, “We can go eat right now. Where do you wanna go? I’ll use that game money to buy you anything you want.”

“Eddie…” you groan miserably, another growl and it rocks through you - a whole-body spasm. You snap forward at the hips as you yelp in pain. It’s like having that stupid bowie knife locked and twisted and dragged through your stomach again and again and again.

Your hands come back up to his sides, beneath the overcoat. Fingertips skimming up his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” you bury your face into the crook of his neck, nails digging sharply into his ribs and keep sinking even when he grabs at you and tries pulling away. Even when he screams - even when he rushes you into the wall. You take it and you don’t know how much longer you can, “I’m so sorry.”

It’s desperation and agony and you don’t think you can live like this anymore.

You can’t justify this life - you want to stop but you’re too scared to die.

Or rather, too scared to find out what happens if you stop trying to drown out whatever thing inside you feeds on flesh. At least this way you control the meal. Somewhat.

But now you’re picking Eddie.

Eddie is your friend.

You scream as he does and you hope someone finds you two. You hope they shoot you through the back and pierce your blackened heart.

He bleeds.

“Bunny!”

You dart away from Eddie at the sound of her voice.

Not her. Anybody, sure. But not her. Not Robin. The only one who loves you instead of the cheerleading prom queen, the only one you love. She can’t see you like this.

Her sweet, rasped voice carries outside and you hide in a dark corner; Eddie collapses back into the wall with hisses of pain and Robin smashes through a cracked, spotted window.

Robin crashes in with glass scraping her knees, slicing through the legs of her clothes. Her eyes find you though - just like they do at every party and the cafeteria and friend get-together. She finds you. Under the grime and darkness, she sees you.

“Bunny,” one hand scrambles in hidden view while the other reaches out for you, “you can come out, sweetheart, come on out.”

You try. You move an inch before Eddie gurgles in pain and your stomach wretches.

It’s too much. Why did she ask before shooting?

It should’ve been Nancy that found you.

“Robin!” you wrench back, hands covering your ears and eyes clenched. Your back hits the wall and you slide down to your ass, “Robin, Robin, Robin- !”

Robin runs to you, her shaky hands try and steady on your shoulders, “It’s okay,” she laughs, hollow and dry, eyes heavy, “it’s okay, I’m here. I’m here, bunny.”

“I don’t like this,” you whimper, legs pulling up as close to your chest as possible, “I hate this- “ you gasp and sputter, a scream is building beneath the surface, “I’m not me.”

“You’re you,” she presses a kiss to your forehead and her arms come around your neck, “You’re you right now, right?”

You nod weakly, hands coming down and winding into her overcoat, “I’m me.”

“You’re okay, bunny,” she kisses your temple and gently pries you away from the wall. Your back is exposed, “Everything will be okay…”

You sniffle and bury your face into the crook of her neck, “Robin- I- I don’t know what to do…”

She nods. Silent. Because she knows that if she opens her mouth now, everything will come spilling out.

“Robin, what do I do?”

Robin’s face scrunches and she kisses your cheek, “I’ll take care of it, bunny. Just let me take care of it, ‘kay?”

You go lax in her arms, a smile - finally, a real smile - spreads over your lips and you hug yourself impossibly closer. Her voice, raspy and scratchy and comforting, lulls you in like a siren’s song. And you hurdle towards her song like a lovestruck pirate - you hurdle right towards the whirlpool.

And you drown.

Robin cringes when you screech, but she digs the glass deeper into your back.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry- !”

Your hands scramble to her shoulders and you push and push and push until you can finally squirm out of her arms. You fly back into the wall, nudging the glass deeper. Your head rocks back and thuds into the dirt-caked surface as you scream.

You yank the glass shard from your back and watch the blood glint in the moonlight that leaks through cracked windows. Your eyes hesitantly flutter to Robin and you hate what you’re met with.

Wide eyes and heaving chest. She’s terrified. Terrified of you.

Then you look at Eddie. Bleeding and writhing in pain. His eyes can barely stay open long enough to properly watch you.

What have you done?

What have you done?

You drop the glass shard and it shatters across the concrete floor.

You like Eddie. He’s a good friend and a sweet person - an angel right to his core. If there was no way to justify hunting Andy and Jason - how in God’s name could you do it now?

Your knees ache when they hit the floor - a pain that rings up your thighs and nestles into your pelvic bone. Your forehead rests on the cold stone, dangerously close to the glass and you feel your stomach tighten. It growls and you wrap your arms around yourself.

“I’m hungry,” you whisper, head moving so your chin is on the floor and you’re staring right at Robin, “So, so hungry…”

“Why didn’t you come to me?” Robin clatters forward, on her hands and knees, face lowering to yours, “You were full with me, right? Why didn’t you just come to me?”

Your lip wobbles and you can feel the budding fears rise to the surface.

Months pretending. Months wasted trying not to think about it. It’s not real. The missing posters, the blood you scrub away, the voice in the back of your head - none of it is real. The suffering, the hunger, the violence, all because some shitty metal band mistook you for their ethereal virgin. All because they wanted fame more than they valued their fellow man.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, Rob…” your eyes burn and there are tears that drag down your face, “Didn’t wanna risk hurting you…”

“You wouldn’t,” she cups your face, brows furrowing, “We- “

Eddie comes to a stand, still leaning against the wall, still cupping his hands over his bleeding sides.

“We can go.”

You and Eddie both look at Robin, but her eyes are trained on you.

She can’t go through with it. Not you, she can’t lose you.

You’re sunshine and bubblegum and a BFF necklace in the shape of a strawberry heart hidden beneath a shirt collar. You’re her one. Her person. The burger to her fries. The Juliet to her Romeo.

“We can go, bunny,” her hands fret over your face and she lifts you onto your knees, “No more Hawkins.”

“What about the others?”

She shakes her head.

“What about Steve?”

Robin has said it herself. Her and Steve are Platonic soulmates with a capital ‘p’. She isn’t very sappy, but sometimes when it’s his birthday or is feeling especially emotional, she spills it all. To you, to Steve. To anybody who’ll listen.

If you’re her person, Steve is her schmuck. If you were to drop dead, Steve would be your eventual replacement. The mere step-bestie.

They’ve gone to war together, been interrogated and tortured together, almost died together. Steve is more than a brother, he’s the entire family.

Robin steels herself and tries to shrug off the weight she’s slinging over her shoulders as she says, “What about Steve? There’s a million people like him, but… but there’s only one you, bunny.”

You don’t believe her, and you can tell that she doesn’t even believe herself.

“I should’ve never gone to that fucking bar…” you heave, throat tight and stomach aching, “Those fuckers - Robbie - tried sacrificing me as a virgin and now I’m- “ you reach for Robin’s leg, thumb brushing over the exposed red lines of where she cut her knees on the glass, “I don’t know what I am, but it isn’t human.”

“Just stay with me,” Robin picks up your jaw, cradling your head tenderly and forcing you to lock eyes with her, “If I can help, I will. You feel full with me, so just be with me, bunny.”

“What if I hurt you?” you sniffle, eyes wet and body limp, “I can’t- “

“You won’t,” Robin kisses your cheek, “And if you do, we’ll deal with it together. You’re strong, bunny, you’re smart - I know you can handle this.”

Your turn towards Eddie, “He knows.”

Robin’s hands go to your shoulders, pulling you tight to herself, tucking your head into the crook of her neck. She stares at Eddie. Pleading and weak and uneasy.

“Munson, I know you haven’t been around for a lot of Hawkins’ shit like we have, and we’ll explain later - but just- “ her breathing is shaky, she shakes her head, “Please, this wasn’t her. I swear, this wasn’t her.”

Eddie is silent. It’s bizarre. He looks between the two of you.

He doesn’t know where to go. What to say. He wants the old you back, whenever you changed he doesn’t know but he wants you back. He doesn’t even know if that’s entirely possible. He doesn’t know what to say.

How does he laugh this off? How does he wave this away? This isn’t you mistakenly hitting a fence when he was trying to teach you how to drive. It’s more than you passing out on his bed after a late night. Bigger than accidentally missing Corroded Coffin’s gig at The Hideout.

Robin hugs you closer, “I know we’re not best friends, but you have to know - it’s Hawkins. She’s sick with whatever fucked up curse is here.”

Eddie stands up from the wall, he pulls his hands away from his side to inspect the blood there. He’ll live, most assuredly, but he doesn’t know how long it’ll take him to forgive this.

Should he forgive this?

His hand shakes as he points at you - past Robin and right at where you’re trying to hide, “I want an explanation… and- and answers for whatever Hawkins’ curse you’re talking about.”

“Will you keep quiet?” Robin’s trying so hard to sound like she has the power, but it’s all bravado she never mastered. She’s pleading. Begging.

You look at him now. Shaking and horrified. You don’t look like the girl he knows.

“Yeah,” so he submits, hands raising in surrender, “I’ll keep quiet.”

He slides back onto the ground and Robin turns your head to her, she smiles and you try to return it. You really, really do try. But you’re tired and you’re hungry and you want to disappear from his pool house. From the world where you’ve done what you have.

“You’re starving, huh, bunny?” Robin brushes a thumb over your bottom lip before kissing you, “We should take care of you.”

“Do you hate me?” you clutch at her despite the question, desperate to keep her close even if she does, “For the… for what I did…”

“No,” Robin kisses you again, hungrier, harder, “Not at all, bunny.”

Dare she say it, she loves you.

And one day, you’ll tell her you love her back.

“Come on,” she stands and you take her hand. She squeezes - your skin is warm. You’re you, “Let’s get you taken care of, bunny.”

You’re warm.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley fic #robin buckley #robin buckley x fem!reader smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fic #jennifer's body #jennifer's body au #eddie munson x platonic!reader #i want this out of my drafts so bad #i'm so sick

[succubusmunson]

for the blurb event you’re, could i get a smutty robin one? (preferably with dom!robin and maybe a vibrator?)

Ugh, Robin!! I love her!

warnings: smut (minors DNI), use of vibrator, Robin has bit of a mouth on her, reader is called baby and good girl

“I want to try something new,” Robin quickly got up from her position of kissing you and made her way over to her dresser. “I went to a store the other day and I may have gotten something that the both of us would enjoy thoroughly.”

Your interest peaked as you watched her dig around in her drawers before she pulled something out. When you saw exactly what it was, your jaw dropped and the tips of your ears were surely turning red. Never did you expect Robin to go out and buy an actual vibrator.

“I-,” you cocked your head to the side, looking at the shape of the toy. It was shaped like a microphone, but it was far from that. “You want me to use that on you or?”

Robin shook her head and let out a raspy laugh, “oh no, baby.” She made her way over to the bed and sat behind you. “I’m gonna use it on you.”

Every feeling in your body sunk right into your pussy. If you weren’t wet before, you surely were now. You were intimidated by the size of the toy, but Robin would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. Absent-mindedly, your naked thighs spread and you leaned your back against her chest.

“Look at you,” you felt her soft lips press kisses to your neck, her teeth nibbling here and there. “You’re already getting so comfortable, aren’t you?” Her lips moved right by your ear and your body shuddered at the feeling of her breath against it, “I’m gonna take good care of you, promise.”

Just her words had you letting out the tiniest whimpers. Robin had never been in this much control of you and you were loving every minute of it. “God, Robin, I really want you.”

“You’ll have me soon enough,” you heard the vibrator turn on as she flipped the switch. “Just be patient.” She trailed the toy up your thigh, just barely ghosting over where you ached for her most.

The second she placed the vibrator against your swollen clit, your back arched. “H-holy shit.” You giggled at the pleasure before you moaned way too loud for the small room. “That feels so good.”

“Baby, I can tell that it does.” She used her free hand to spread your thighs, applying more pressure with the vibrator. “You’re shaking.” Robin laughed when you dug your nails into her arms, leaving behind crescent-shaped marks.

You were already so close to orgasm, your whole body on fire. “I can’t take much more.” Your hips bucked into the vibrator, causing Robin's name to fall off your lips like a prayer. “P-please let me cum!”

“You wanna cum baby? Hmm?” Robin moves the vibrator in a circle, not stopping until your breathing gets all ragged. “That’s it, be a good girl and make a mess for me.”

Her words set you off and you couldn’t control the shake of your body. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your toes curled into the blanket. “F-fuck, Robin!” Your orgasm hit you hard and you felt yourself drip onto the blanket below you, making a huge mess. “Jesus Christ.”

Robin held the vibrator still against your clit for a couple of moments longer before pulling it away. She groaned at the sight of your mess stringing to the toy. “Look at that.” The vibrator was set to the side and she used her soft hands to massage your still very shaky thighs. “You did such a good job for me.”

You couldn’t really speak, still trying to catch your breath. Instead of saying anything, you gave her a thumbs up causing you two to grow into a fit of laughter.

“Don’t want you to think we’re done just yet,” she pulled your head to the side and captured your lips in a wet and sloppy kiss. Her tongue massaged over yours as you two groaned into each other's mouths. “We’re just getting started.”

#robin buckley #robin buckley smut #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader smut

[lightvixxen]

Imagine dating robin and the way you get her to come to you when you don’t wanna get up is going

“Robin! Baby, do want to see my tits!?”

And not even a minute later you see her poking her head into your shared room going “titties?”

Using Robins love for tits against her is a need at that point in your relationship

Or telling her you’ll let her suck on your tits if she does a task around the house.

#robin buckley x fem!reader smut #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #robin x you #robin stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things