#Robin had to help Finn a little bit with Gwen when she was younger

[nympippi]

Griffin Blake!! Is up next :D

Griffin in this au, is well…finally being seen. He has the friends he’s desperately wanted, the family that he’s dreamed of (sorta), and he gets a second chance at life.

Griffin also really likes books, specifically books about nature, and space but he’ll also read the occasional fantasy fiction book like the Magic Treehouse or Junie B. Jones. He just loves reading and learning new things, Griffin is also very perceptive, he can go unnoticed for a while and can watch people to see their patterns or even their secrets.

Out of all the boys, Griffin is the most happy with his situation. However he still does have trauma from his kidnapping,

He has reoccurring nightmares about him still being in the basement and still being dead. He has nightmares about Finney and the other boys abandoning him, and making him go back to being the kid nobody knew.

He refuses to go anywhere alone, if its not any of the boys or Finn walking beside him, he’s not going until they are. He’s a 10 year old kid, he’s clingy and anxious about dying again and losing everyone he loves and losing the life he has now.

Finney is almost always with him, never fully leaving unless Griffin isn’t trailing close behind because he knows that fear all too well.

Griffin also is a little self conscious about his big neck scar, so he asked Robin for a bandanna to cover it up and of course Robin obliged because he also tries to cover his up so he’s not going to deny Griffin that. Gwen made them all bracelets, for her, Finn, and Griffin. Each of their corresponding colors matching them.

[trippy-thot]

could you make another of these little smut robin's oneshots? :)

Disclaimer: A NSFW Fic. If you don’t like it, leave.

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Robin Arellano Nsfw Fic

(Aged Up Robin & Reader)

(TW: Thigh Riding, Fingering, Slight Exhibitionism?, Degradation)

“Shit!” You hurriedly stood up and began to paw at your t-shirt, making sure the soaked fabric wouldn’t touch your skin.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident I didn’t mean to-“ Gwen was rambling again. You couldn’t help but feel bad about cussing. The two of you were sitting on the living room floor playing monopoly. You had some ice cream and soda out next to you. Soda that Gwen had accidentally just split on your shirt when she was reaching for a card. You shook your head with a half smile. “Gwen, it’s ok. I’ll go wash up and change and you can start dinner ok? That way when Finney gets back we won’t have to order takeout again.” Your younger sister nodded, only after apologizing again.

The two of you had spent the Saturday afternoon watching cartoons and playing board games while Finney went swimming with his friends. You offered to drive him but he said that Billy was going to come get him. It was a bit weird, considering how ever since you got your license you drove both your siblings and their friends around. You were the oldest, only a year older than Finney and 3 more than Gwen.

Walking down the hallway, you wondered why the bathroom door was cracked. It was fully open no more than 30 minuets ago. Nevertheless, you hesitantly took a step and opened it. You sighed in relief when a serial killer didn’t jump from behind the door. The relief was short lived. “Holy fuck- I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you.” You averted your eyes, putting your hand over them as you looked away.

Robin Arellano was standing in your bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. A towel that he quickly covered himself up with when you made eye contact with him. “Ever heard of knocking?!” Sighing, you removed your hand and looked back. “Ever heard of not breaking into someone’s house? Or maybe shutting the door if you plan on showering?”

You couldn’t help the fact that your eyes somehow found their way back to his body. Sure, you’d seen him shirtless before, no biggie. But why was this different? Maybe it was his toned chest and the way there was still sweat dripping slightly down. Or his abs? The perfect 6-pack that led to a perfectly symmetrical v-line? It could be his biceps and how they looked a bit bigger without his normal tank top covering parts of it.

“I’m not breaking in. Finn and I got back a few minuets ago from Bruce’s. I told him I’d shower before dinner.” “So you’re just breaking in and stealing our food? Jeez Arellano.” You shook your head as he pulled his hair out from it’s bun. It was a brief moment of silence before he said something. “Why’re you still in here?” Your thoughts hit you like a brick. “Errrr..I was coming for a towel. Gwen spilt her coke on me while we were playing monopoly.” Robin smirked. “You sure it wasn’t just so you could see me shirtless?” A slight blush appeared on your cheeks only to vanish when you reached over and took a towel from the rack next to him. “And see you butt naked? No thanks.”

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“To see me shirtless?” You mocked, drying your shirt with the towel. You froze and thought about the statement. Did you? You could’ve walked out just as quickly but you didn’t. You stood there a good 15 seconds admiring his features. A groan left your lips as you rubbed the towel harder. Was it a groan if frustration at the shirt? Or was it at yourself for letting Robin get in your head again. It didn’t matter. You threw the towel and the shirt off and onto the floor, leaving yourself in only shorts since you weren’t wearing a bra. Walking over, you flopped onto your bed and laid down.

God, Robin was such a little shit sometimes.

You always seemed to run into him at the most inconvenient times. Today being the worst. Frankly, it was annoying. He was everywhere. In your house, at school, the Music Store, everywhere! But what was the most annoying thing? How much you let it affect you. He was just another one of Finney’s stupid friends. (The one who practically lived with you at this point)

It was annoying how he looked at you. The little smirk on his face every time he made some smart ass remark that made you shut up. How he always felt the need to ‘play’ fight with you and not Gwen. How he would comment on any and everything you did. He always found something new to say.

But this was just the way you chose to see it. You’d never admit you enjoyed every moment you spent with him. Every time you held a conversation. You wouldn’t ever admit how he made you feel.

That you had a crush on him.

You thought you’d gotten over it when you saw him with some girl from his biology class. Making out in the bleachers. His hands all over her. You sighed, Wishing it was you. Not her.

Without giving a second thought, you slid your shorts & panties off. Your fingers seemed to move on their own as 2 of them slipped into your entrance. A bit of jealousy overcame you as you thought about the pair. But the images playing in your head were that of the two of you.

Robin’s hands gripping your waist as he whispered in your ear. His body weight up against yours. You found yourself slightly moaning out his name as your digits moved in and out, eyes shutting.

“That isn’t something I think I’d ever see.”

Your eyes bolted open, meeting Robin’s as he stood in your doorway. You quickly grabbed a blanket next to you and threw it over your exposed body. “Ever heard of knocking?!” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Thought I’d pull the same shit on you that you did to me. Except I didn’t think I’d find you naked moaning my name in your bed.” Your face was about as red as a stop sign. There was a moment of silence. Neither of you said or did anything. You were about to kick him out and run to the next state over, but then he shut your bedroom door.

Robin walked over to your bed and sat down next to you. All he wore now was basketball shorts. No shirt. “If you’re here to make fun of me for it, than I suggest-“ Your words were taken from you when he leaned over, pressing his lips to yours. No hesitation, you immediately kissed him back. The smirk forming on his lips could be felt on yours.

The kiss continued until he grabbed you by the waist, picking you up. He sat you down on his thigh, your entrance exposed to his bare skin. A small shiver went up your spine. There was no denying you were embarrassed. You tried to cover your chest with your hands, but he grabbed them and put them around his neck.

“You’re seriously trying to hide? Despite the fact I just walked in on you fingering your self to the thought of me? That’s pathetic.” Typically, you would snap back at him for his words. But the slick coating his thigh and the way he eyed you made you decide not to.

Before you could reply, he began to shake his thigh slightly. The friction and movement of him moving against you causing a small whimper to leave your lips. His hands moved down to the small of your back, beginning to trace your skin.

“Y’know… I always knew you had a thing for me.” Shame washed over you causing you to Lean back only for him to press your back and shove you fully against him. Your chest met his, your boobs bouncing against him as his speed increased.

“It’s kinda obvious. The way you only let me in the kitchen to help with food. You only ever come out of your room when I’m here. Not Bruce or Vance. But only me. The clothes you choose to wear and how they show every curve and crevice of your body.” One hand moved to your waist, squeezing you.

“But mainly the way you leave your door cracked when I’m over. I always thought it was just something with the door itself. But I guess I was wrong.” He stopped all movements and gripped your face. “Do you Leave it cracked hoping I’d catch you?”

You said nothing.

“Do you leave your door cracked hoping I’d walk in and find you playing with yourself, thinking about me?” His grip tightened making your tongue loll out slightly. “Do you leave it like this because you wanted me to come in here and put you in your place? Huh?” Nodding your head, you grinded slightly on his thigh hoping to get some kind of friction again.

A chuckle left his throat as he began to bounce you up and down again. “You’re such a slut. Riding your brothers best friends’ thigh.” A Moan erupted from you at his words, your stomach tightening a bit.

“Oh, you like that?” His free hand met your left breast, groping it tightly. “How would Finn feel if he knew his older sister was humping his friends thigh like a dog in heat.” More whimpers left you as he began to toy with your nipple. His thigh began to shake quicker. The tightness in your stomach only worsening.

“Do you think he needs to know?” You shook your head furiously at the question. Robin smiled as he looked down at you again.

You were always so rude and bitchy. Loud and demanding. But yet, here you were. Riding his thigh and Moaning at his every touch. He loved how he had full control over you, instead of it being the opposite. The way your doe eyes met his, tears pricking the sides of them as he asked his question. It made him hard thinking about it. Finney walking in to find him messing around with his older sister after he specifically told him not to.

Robin’s lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking harshly at your skin. He groaned quietly as his hands moved back down to your waist, gripping so hard it was bound to bruise. More moans and whimpers filled the room.

His mouth left your neck with a loud ‘Pop’. Your orgasm drew closer as you moved against him quicker despite his pace. “You gonna cum?”

“Mhm-“ You replied. “Go ahead, cum for me.” The coil in your stomach snapped as you cried out in pleasure into Robin’s shoulder. You felt your juices coat his thigh as he stopped his movements.

He lifted you off of him, setting you back down beside him. Two of his fingers wiped over the mess you left. More embarrassment overcame you as you looked at him again. His fingers slipped into his mouth, licking off your cum. “Who knew you’d taste this-“

“Robin, (Y/n)! Dinners ready!” Gwen’s voice rang out from the kitchen downstairs. Had you really taken this long? Your thoughts stopped when Robin pressed a kiss to your temple before getting up and walking to the door.

“Dessert definitely won’t be as sweet as you.” He smirked before shutting the door behind him, his footsteps echoing off the stairs.

Maybe next time you won’t need to leave your door cracked at all.